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[ LET’S GET MARRIED ! ] — lhs <3

PAIRING. lee heeseung!student X femreader!student !

SYN. the uni is giving away free dorms! under one condition, in order to save your desperate broke ass student’s life, you’d have to get married. and who’d be the lucky person to marry you if not your childhood friend? no feelings involved of course!…..right?

GENRE. he fell first but she fell harder, basically being in denial for feelings at first, childhood friends to a married couple, fluff fluff fluff !

WARNINGS. mentions of getting married(obv), rest of enha and lesserafim’s yunjin & chaewon are in it too, mentions on having kids(no, there will be no kids here its nothing serious!!), mentions of food, being broke because of uni student life. (pls do lmk if i missed something!) || NOT PROOFREAD AND VERY POORLY WRITTEN!!

WORD-COUNT. 5.1k+ (damn!)

NOTE. this is me being extremely sorry for not continuing my heeseung smau by releasing a heeseung oneshot yay!! i actually got the inspiration from HAPPINESS (one of my fav kdramas!) please leave some feedbacks!! i really wanna know what you thought about it<3

when you were younger, you’ve made a wishing list to you in the future, as soon as you turn an adult.

three important wishes were ;

first, never go broke while being a uni student.

second, never get married before the age of 25.

third, never ever fall in love with your best friend since childhood, aka lee heeseung.

first one is already being a huge failure. younger you would be definitely disappointed in uni student you, not that you care that much, but being a broke student sucks.

“my parents are literally about to kick me out, i get that, i’m a 22 years old uni student who’s still living up their asses, they probably want some peaceful and quiet life” you smacked your head over the lunch table, both of your friends looking at you concerned.

“maybe it’s time for you to pay for the dor-“

“never! yunjin, tell her how broke i am”

“she has like 1 dollar in her bank account, she’s still taking loans from her parents” yunjin nodded and you rolled your eyes.

“you didn’t have to go that far”

“oh i did”

“oh i know! what if you just start working?” chaewon raised her voice a bit.

“i have no time!”

“excuses excuses blah blah blah” she mocked you.

“look at heeseung for example, he works in a part time job at the convenience store right next to uni” yunjin pointed out.

you searched through the lunch hall and found the one person you’ve been looking for, lee heeseung.

you’ve been stuck to him ever since childhood, with your mothers being the biggest best friends you’ve ever seen, it was pretty hard to not see him every day in your young days.

both of your mothers even got pregnant at the same time, and gave birth around the same time, you’re two days younger than him.

your photo album is full with pictures of you and him, and so are the hanged photos on your house wall.

your mother and his mother were your biggest shippers, forcing you both to hug each other and even wear matching clothes.

your elementary school memories are filled with heeseung next to you and the whole class shipping you two.

highschool days weren’t better either, guys who wanted to try a move on you were always so scared of heeseung, they were so sure you and him are dating, with the amount of glares they got from him it was really hard to think otherwise.

your highschool crushes rejected you, always giving the excuse of not wanting to be in a relationship, hiding the fact that heeseung warned them that if they’ll say yes he’ll make sure they never see a daylight again.

he was joking, really. he’s not the violent type, and he couldn’t really explain why was he feeling so jealous whenever he saw you confessing to a guy who isn’t him.

heeseung got used to watching you from afar and protecting you, and you got used to search him everywhere you go even in crowded places and having his company ever since childhood.

“hee!” you called and waved at him, he waved at you back with a smile on his face.

“i swear if i didn’t know both of you were childhood friends i would’ve think you’re a married couple or something” chaewon rolled her eyes and you scoffed.

heeseung continued his way to his usual table with his friends.

“thinking about ways to confess your love to her?” jake smirked and heeseung shook away his thoughts.

“hm? who?” he asked.

“it’s obvious who! don’t play dumb come on!” sunghoon playfully pushed the older one.

“we’re talking about Y/N! everyone in uni are talking about you, even those who know nothing about the two of you” jay remarked.

“there’s nothing between us, we’re just friends” heeseung shrugged.

“and i’m queen elizabeth” sunoo tsked.

heeseung rolled his eyes and began to eat, “you know, even if i did have a crush on her, why would she even accept my confession?”

“ohhhh~” his friends teased.

“it’s kind of obvious she likes you, we’ve watched her ever since we became friends with you, and the way she looks at you is just different” jungwon shrugged and ni-ki nodded.

“she’s always searching you in a crowded room, as if you’re her guardian angel and she only needs you in her life in order for it to be perfect” ni-ki then stole a few bites of heeseung’s meal.

“hey! not cool” heeseung scoffed and ni-ki giggled.

“it’s not bad to have a crush on your childhood friend, you know?” jake smiled, “sometimes all you need is a miracle” jay added.

“hey, let’s go on a work search for yo-“

“no no no yunjin not you too!!” you sobbed, “i have no time to work and i need to search for the cheapest dorm, a one i can actually afford as soon as possible”

“why don’t you just go and ask heeseung for help” chaewon shrugged.

“it’s not that easy, i don’t want him to worry about it too much, he works hard for his money too” you pout and they nodded.

“by the way! how’s the money for the uni dorms is going?” jake asked heeseung who was busy fighting with ni-ki over his food.

“i’m just a few shifts away from getting enough money, i’ll ask y/n to become my roommate as soon as— what?” he noticed his friends looking at him.

“y/n and you? being roommates?” sunoo teased.

“hey, me and y/n spent all our childhood together, my house is her house and her house is mine, it has been like that for a while” heeseung sighed and they all nodded hesitatly.

“still, you said y/n’s parents told you about her not being able to pay for the uni dorms, are you really willing to pay it all?” jungwon asked.

heeseung shrugged and took a bite from his food again, “it’s either that or she’ll get kicked out by her parents”

“you really are her guardian angel” ni-ki whispered.

“good morning! you have afternoon classes today right?” your mother woke you up with a smile smeared all over her face.

“mhhm” you hummed, still trying to adjust the bright sunlight that hit your face.

“i need you to bring some medicine for ms lee! she’s been sick and i bought her some things” your mother helped you to get up and shoved you a bag, “here”

“can you please just let me get—“

“you can get ready at theirs! quickly quickly go!” she pushed you outside of your house. damn, she really does hope you’d get out as soon as possible.

she was right though, heeseung’s house is your house, and your house is his. you have a few clothes and even a toothbrush at his house and he has the same at yours, getting ready there was never a problem to you.

a walk to their house is even less than 5 minutes so you weren’t worried about someone from your neighborhood getting a jumpscare and thinking you’re some kind of a zombie.

you took out the keys and opened the door, heeseung was sitting in the kitchen and eating his breakfast.

“don’t ask, been a rough morning, where’s mom by the way?” you asked him and he pointed at her room. you got used to call his mom your mom too.

you saw her sleeping so you left the bag and the medicine next to her, leaving a note saying good morning and instructions of how to take the medicine, as if she doesn’t know all of that.

“you have afternoon classes too?” you asked heeseung while getting ready. he was in his room, lying on his bed while playing some games on his phone.

“not really, i don’t have any class today” he chuckled.

“since when don’t you have any classes today?”

“ever since i decided that im too tired to go to uni”

you rolled your eyes and threw one of the pillows at him, “don’t be stupid! get up and get ready to go!”

he giggled and shook his head, “i’m joking, i took evening classes for today”

you pressed your lips together and nodded, you don’t know why but hearing him giggling always made your heart skip a beat, but you don’t have any feelings for him, like, at all. right?

afternoon classes started and before you knew it, it was already lunch time.

“y/n! you won’t believe it!!” chaewon shout.

“what is it?” you shout at her back even though you were sitting right in front of her.

“i found you a solution! you can get a free dorm!” she shout back.

“what!” you shout.

“can you stop shouting! for god’s sake you’re literally a 1 cm away from each other” yunjin, who was covering her ears yelled.

you and chaewon shared an eye contact and froze. yunjin is so scary when she’s angry.

“continue please” she coughed and let chaewon continue what she had to say.

“it might seem crazy what i’m about to say,” chaewon sighed, “the uni is giving away free dorms—“

“no way omg omg omg please tell me i’m dreaming this is not happening right now right this is not real righ—“

“under one condition!” she cut you off and took her phone out of her pocket to read the terms.

“in order to get a free dorm, you have to have at least one option applied ;

one, you’re younger than 18. two, you’ve been scoring A+ on ALL of your exams and three, you’re between the ages 18-25 and got married, or engaged” she finished reading and turned off her phone.

“but chaewon, i’m not younger than eighteen” you complained and rest your head on your arm who was lying on the table.

“nor scoring A+ on ALL of your exams” yunjin added.

“thanks yunjin, i needed that”

“always here to help”

“then you know what’s left” chaewon smirked and you sat up, looking at her with innocent eyes.

“no” you let out.

“oh yes”

“i have no one to marry to” you argued.

“yes you do!” yunjin replied.

“i do not!”

chaewon and yunjin raised a brow and crossed their arms, “you don’t?”

as heeseung entered the uni entrance, you ran towards his direction and stopped in front of him.

“y/n why are you still here—“

“let’s get married” you said it out loud in front of everyone who was around.

your surroundings suddenly became quiet and everyone was staring at you two, starting to whisper and waiting for heeseung’s answer.

instead of answering he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the entrance into a place in the garden next to the uni.

the walk there was making you so nervous and anxious, what if you were a bit too much? asking your childhood friend to marry you just to get a free dorm? are you that desperate?

when he finally stopped, he let go of your wrist and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“what did you say?” he asked, his eyes looking for any sign or answer from you.

“i said, let’s get married”

heeseung could’ve swore his heart skipped a beat because he for real felt like he died at that spot.

“let me explain!” you said before he could respond.

“the uni are giving out free dorms to anyone who’s between the ages of 18-25 and is married or engaged” you sighed.

heeseung let go of his hold and sighed, looking down and closing his eyes.

you really didn’t mean that genuinely, did you? something in him really hoped you did.

“hee?” you asked, biting your lower lips, suddenly feeling more anxious than before

“sure, let’s get married” he chuckled.

you broke your second main wish on your list.

heeseung was just a few shifts away from getting enough money to get the both of you a place to live in, he could have told you that too, but he chose not to.

only crazy people would agree to this idea, you were so desperate that you actually just asked him to marry you, and he guessed he was one of those crazy people, because he had no idea why he said yes.

he had other way, without marrying you, but something about the idea of marrying you made him feel excited.

“i knew it i knew it! only crazy people would agr— wait what” you blinked a few times after you realized his answer.

“i said sure, let’s get married” he smiled softly and you were about to faint.

“no feelings are involved….right?” you hesitantly asked him, hoping he wouldn’t agree with you.

instead, he nodded slowly and hesitantly, “no feelings involved”

you regretted that sentence so bad because the day after, when he kneeled on one knee and held a ring out for you in front of everyone and proposed to you, your couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you actually broke your third wish on your list a few years ago, you were in love with lee heeseung for years.

“y/l/n y/n, i have loved you ever since i can remember, i watched you grow up and grew up with you as well, i got used to being with you 24/7, i can’t see the rest of my life without you in it, will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?”

even though it was an act(according to you), it felt so real to the point where you cried and sobbed so badly, while putting on the ring he bought for you less than 24 hours ago.

it wasnt planned. the proposal wasn’t planned at all.

the plan was that you and heeseung will go to the uni secretariat and request an application for the free dorm since both of you are engaged now.

heeseung had no reason to put on this whole show and show everyone that you’re now engaged. you have no idea why he did it, and instead of getting angry at him, you fell in love with him even more.

it felt wrong, it felt not right.

but you didn’t care, you always knew your feelings for heeseung were somewhere deep inside your heart. you tried to push them away all the time, because there was no way your childhood friend, the popular boy in your highschool, the kid who grew up with you, had feelings for you.

you tried to deny your feelings but now you realized thrre was no use anymore, so you let yourself love him as much as you can.

it wasn’t the desperation that lead you to ask him to marry you, because then you’d ask literally any other guy, it was your pure love to him, to the guy who was always there for you when you needed him.

“heeseung! explain what was that!” his six other friends gathered in a circle, surrounding him and not letting him go.

“what was wha—“

“you and y/n? married?” jungwon shout.

“have you gone crazy?” jake added.

“and she said yes! something is not right” jay joined.

“yesterday you told us you have no feelings for her!” sunoo remarked.

“you didn’t even believe us when we told you she’s obviously in love with you” sunghoon tsked.

“something isn’t sitting right to me” ni-ki gasped.

“explain now!” they all said at the same time.

“calm down!” heeseung coughed, “i’ll explain to you everything later”

by later he meant after classes, at his house, together with you and your friends yunjin and chaewon.

“yunjin, chaewon” heeseung nodded at your friends.

“lee heeseung” they glared at him.

“come on! both of you knew about it even before” you pleaded.

“doesn’t change the fact that he’ll be stealing you from us now” they rolled their eyes.

“i’m still so confused” ni-ki tried to quicken everyone and get to the point.

“me and y/n are getting married—“

“yeah no shit sherlock” sunghoon cute him off and heeseung glared at him.

“anyway, y/n would you like the explain why?” he turned to you and smiled.

“the uni is giving away free dorms to married couples between 18-25 so—“

“you decided to get married to get a free dorm” jay finished your sentence.

“have you gone mad? heeseung worked his ass to get enough money to get the dorms for the bo— mhhhhmmm!!!” sunoo roamed but jake covered his mouth before he could continue.

“sunoo!!” jake coughed and turned to you with a smile, “don’t mind him he’s been stressed from work and uni lately”

the rest of you giggled awkwardly and tried to ease the atmosphere.

after you yunjin and chaewon left, the boys stayed with heeseung, looking at him with concern.

“what?” heeseung looked at them back with his bambi eyes.

“i don’t know hee, it feels like….she’s kind of using you” sunghoon spoke, jay slapped his arm and he whined.

“he’s right though, marrying you only to get a dorm is quite crazy” jungwon nodded.

“he’s even crazier for actually agreeing to all of this” ni-ki said and jake shushed him.

“ni-ki is right, i am crazy, i have no idea why i said yes but she wasn’t forcing anything on me” heeseung shrugged, “besides, i’ve liked her for so many years so—“

“ah ha!! we knew it!” they all said at the same time and heeseung sighed. what have he got himself into?

after everyone left, heeseung texted you, asking you to meet him in your usual spot.

you got ready and for the first time, you took a while to do so.

you stared at yourself in the mirror a few times and even checked different outfits. this has never happened to you ever before, especially not when you knew that you’re going to see heeseung.

heeseung saw you at your worst, why are you dressing up for him now then?

“i must be crazy, crazy crazy!” you shook away your thoughts and got out to meet your soon-to-be-husband.

“hee!” you saw his back facing you and as soon as he turned around you froze.

did he dress up for you too? why does he look so breathtaking suddenly? his bambi eyes match the rest of his beautiful features on his face so much, you’ve seen this man grow up, you know every detail about his face and you couldn’t explain why it was so sudden that you got caught by surprise because of his beauties.

shaking away your thoughts, you walked closer to him and smiled.

“hey hubby” you grinned.

“hubby?” he asked.

“a new nickname for my soon-to-be-husband” you chuckled and he nodded.

“i actually thought about something,” he turned to you, “our parents will figure it out sooner or later, should we tell them the truth or—“

“no, let them believe we’re getting married without any reason other than being in love”

you have no idea why you just said that. but you hid your face as soon as you realized what just came out of your mouth.

heeseung felt too flattered and suddenly didn’t know what to say. you keep on making him speechless.

“ahem,” he cleared his throat, “you do know that they’ll probably rush out things and even take the wedding plan to their own hands“

i don’t care, i’d like to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you as soon as i can. is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“y/n?” he asked. he noticed you were too deep in thoughts and waited for you to come back to sense.

“i’m aware” you nodded, “i’ve also got a text from the uni, we’ll be getting our dorm in the next week, so we should start preparing”

heeseung nodded and looked at you. you were suddenly feeling so nervous and shy to share an eye contact with him, so you broke it as he just kept staring at you and taking in your beauty.

“hey y/n” he said, “hm?”

“i don’t mind marrying you and spending the rest of my life being married to you”

you looked over him and he had the genuinest smile you’ve ever seen.

it felt like the world had froze, and the snow that was falling suddenly stopped, it felt like it was just the two of you in this whole world.

“YOU’RE GETTING WHAT?” your mother yelled.

you and heeseung planned a dinner with both of your parents, to announce the big news.

things became quite awkward between the two of you, ever since your last encounter with him you could barely face him.

his sudden confession freaked you out and the only thing that came out of your mouth was “oh, okay” in the most dry way ever.

you wanted to tell him you feel the same, you wanted to tell him that you’ve been in love with him ever since forever. but one moment that caught you off guard ruined your chance.

you were stupid, stupid and idiot. heeseung probably thinks you hate his guts now.

heeseung in the meantime felt like he was breaking apart slowly. oh, okay?? that’s all you had to answer?

he felt dumb, he felt hopeless. the confession was completely out of the blue and unplanned, your beauty hypnotized him and he was so mesmerized by you that the words just came out of his mouth naturally.

what if you hate his guts now? what if he made you uncomfortable? what if you’ll regret it the last minute because you weren’t feeling the same about him?

all of those questions were eating him alive, and you didn’t help either. each time he came up to you, you were suddenly in rush and told him you have to go, it was breaking him inside slowly.

the dinner was one chance to finally talk with you again.

“married, mom. we’re getting married” you repeat what you already said a few seconds ago.

“when? where? how?” heeseung’s mother asked.

heeseung looked at you and smiled warmly, “it just happened, we’ve been together ever since childhood, it already felt like being in a relationship for so long, so we decided to marry each other” he chuckled and held your hand tightly, “to belong to each other until the day we die”

your parents looked at the both of you. you were sharing eye contact for so long, with heeseung smiling at you, looking deep into your eyes, and with you looking at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes that was making everyone in the room feel so jealous of you two.

“now kiss!” your mother said.

you and heeseung broke the eye contact and blinked a few times.

“what?” you asked.

“kiss then! i want to picture it and keep it in my photo gallery forever!” his mother added.

you were about to speak up until heeseung held your cheek to turn you to face him and it was only a matter of seconds until you felt his lips on yours.

it was your first kiss ever, your first time kissing someone, and it was his as well, but he lead you on so good that it made it look less awkward.

you were his first kiss. you, his childhood friend, stole his first kiss.

“we knew that it’ll happen one day!!” your mothers cheered, “we even have a whole wedding plan ready!!”

you and heeseung broke the kiss and shared an eye contact again.

you didn’t need to hear him say to know how much love he holds for you, and how he cherishes you so much.

and your eyes told him everything, they held the answers to all of the questions that bothered him. you love him as much as he loves you.

“i can’t believe you’re getting married, my little angels” your parents cried altogether which made heeseung let go of his hold on you and grab some tissues to wipe their tears.

“i love that ring by the way! heeseung you did a great job” your mother gave him thumbs up and he chuckled.

if only she knew that it was a ring he bought you in less than 24 hours and even rushed your friends to come with him and help him pick it only because he wanted his whole life to properly propose you.

it was a moving day already and your parents helped you pack every last thing, they even cried through the way, how could their princess leave them so fast?

“you can visit our house anytime!” you tried to comfort them.

“we’ll update you before that, we don’t want to catch you while doing the thing you know” your mother winked and you rolled your eyes, “mom!”

“i see you’re all packed and ready” heeseung came in to check on you.

“she is! take her away already!” your mother complained.

“not before you take this with you!” she went away for a few seconds and came back with a huge wrapped photo frame.

“don’t open it yet!! only when you get into your new house and get everything in place!!” she excitedly hugged the both of you and you nodded.

moving in was quite rough, you had a lot of boxes to unpack and organized, and you and heeseung never felt more awkward after the first kiss you shared.

you’ve barely spoke with each other and your friends were starting to get concerned.

“he told me he doesn’t mind marrying me and spending the rest of his life with me” you pout.

yunjin and chaewon shout and giggled, “girl! he’s more than in love with you!! he’s lovesick!!” they both said.

“what did you answer then?” yunjin asked.

“i told him okay” you smacked your head on the table.

“no way” chaewon gasped.

“yes way” you whined.

“you’re stupid!!” they both smacked you.

“then!!” you shout, “we had our first kiss on dinner in front of our parents” you whispered that part.

“what did you say? couldn’t hear you” chaewon said.

“oh she said that they shared their first kiss on dinner with their— YOU HAD YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HEESEUNG??” yunjin’s eyes widened.

“what happened after that?” chaewon asked curiously.

“we just finished dinner, and now we barely even talk” you sighed, “each time i see him i’m just blushing and running away, i can’t face him!”

“you have to!! you’re moving in soon!!” yunjin argued and chaewon nodded.

“it’ll be the death of me” you sobbed and they chuckled.

you were right at first, but slowly and surely heeseung made a joke and both of you got back to normal in no time, as if nothing happened between you two.

you even helped him organizing his closet and his room, and he did the same.

after a long day you and heeseung finally laid down on your now shared sofa.

“it’s been a rough day” you sighed.

“should we order something?” he suggested and you nodded immediately. you ended up ordering your favorite food.

“let’s open up the picture!!” you said and grabbed the picture your mom gave you earlier today.

you and heeseung both unwrapped it together and revealed an old picture of you and heeseung hugging each other with a huge smile on your faces.

“look at us then and look at us now” he giggled.

both of you hanged the picture right above your sofa and kept staring at it for a while.

“hey hee,” you spoke, “yeah?”

“i wouldn’t mind marrying you and spending the rest of my days with you too” you turned to him, “until the day i die”

“is that your way of telling me you love me too?” heeseung froze for a second. you caught him off guard for the countless time already.

although he understood very clearly your feelings after you shared your first kiss, hearing your words made his heart beat fast.

it was a confirmation for him that all of his feelings for you were actually mutual all this time.

instead of answering his questions you grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

he put his hands around your waist and pushed you closer to him, holding you tightly as if he’s too scared to let you go.

breaking off the kiss was hard, but the lack of oxygen was kicking in, you pressed your foreheads together, still with your eyes closed.

“does that answer your question?” you giggled and you felt him smiling.

“i don’t think so, i need a bit more of it to feel certain” he teased and you tsked.

“i don’t need to be in a relationship with you to feel certain about my feelings and my willingness to marry you, i want to spend my life with you, i love you” you said and pecked his lips.

“i love you too, y/n” he pecked your lips again and it suddenly got into a fight between you two about who pecks the other more, until it ended up in a long, deep kiss.

“so let me get this straight. you and heeseung had been in denial for many many years and manipulated yourself into thinking that you don’t like each other at all at all, then when y/n’s desperate and broke ass heard of a chance to get a free dorm by getting married, she went up to you, heeseung, and asked her to marry you, you agreed to the proposal because at one point you stopped lying to yourself and realized you’re actually lovesick, and the rest is history” ni-ki finally breathed out after almost rapping this whole story.

“by history i mean y/n waking up from her denial and realizing her feelings to you” he added.

“yes, exactly” heeseung nodded and you chuckled.

you were sitting together with your friends on one table, yunjin and chaewon who were already aware of the story added a few notes here and there as ni-ki summarized your whole story.

“this is a story to tell your children” jay smiled and the rest nodded.

“we’re not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, we didn’t even have a wedding yet” you sighed.

“you never know y/n, you never know!” sunoo slowly nodded.

“why did you say that as if you went through something familiar” jungwon teased.

“you never know y/n, you never know!” sunghoon mocked sunoo.

“that was a good one!” jake laughed with him.

“children, literal children who found themselves in uni somehow” you sighed.

“at this point we won’t even need to have any children when we have them” heeseung agreed with you.

“it doesn’t matter, as long as i’m with you” you smiled and pecked his lips.

“get a room you two will you!”

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I have this Carmy request if it’s okay hehe

Carmy x fem!reader where she’s new to Chicago and desperately needs a job, she’s newly pregnant (her bf having run off the minute she told him she was pregnant), so she walks into a new upcoming restaurant for a job, The Bear. She’s rambling and apologizing as she shows Carmy her résumé because she has no experience in the food industry (she was an elementary teacher for a couple years before), but also telling him she really needs a job because she’s alone with a baby on the way. He really wants to help her, so he hires her either as a hostess or an assistant (he didn’t want her in the kitchen just for safety reasons (her being pregnant), and because she doesn’t have experience in the kitchen). Anyways, The Bear staff embrace her like she’s family, always looking out for her, Tina mothering her, Syd becoming her best friend, Marcus making sweets whenever she’s craving it, even Richie being super soft with her, but Carmy especially gets REALLY close with her, like to the point where he’s driving her to and from work (b/c she doesn’t have a car), he’s taking her to her prenatal appointments, letting her take breaks in his office (her napping on his couch), him even being there for the birth of her daughter because she doesn’t want to be alone, etc…

Also The Bear staff throwing a baby shower for Y/n🥺 Her showing up at work and being surprised to it🤧🤧 Y/n definitely crying into Carmy’s chest🤧

Anyways, they officially start dating close to the end of her pregnancy, and honestly they both fall head over heals 🤧

Y/n’s daughter’s first word being directed at Carmy… “Dada”😭 Carmy melting😭😭

ℳℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

stop this is so cute.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your chances of finding a place to work were slim to none- you tried everywhere, the Walmart, Walgreens, even the random corner store. But because you were pregnant, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Of course your asshole of an ex boyfriend ran away the second he heard you were pregnant, while you cried and begged for him to stay. But you could get through on your own- you know you could.

You opened up the doors, a man conversing with a woman behind the counter. They both turned to the door upon hearing the bell ring.

“Hello..” you said, with a small wave, walking towards them.

“Hey, uh, sorry, but we’re actually renovating right now.. in case you missed the sign-“ the man started, but you handed him your résumé, and he stopped talking as he glanced over the words.

“I’m actually here for the job.” You said.

“Okay.. do you have any… actual cooking skills?” He said, picking up the paper and glancing at you, one hand was running through his hair.

“No. But I really need this job- any job. I’m.. pregnant, and my ex left me, and I’m about to be a single mother so-“ you said with an anxious laugh, “every other place rejected me, I swear I-“

Sydney’s eyes widened as she heard you talking, she felt bad. And so did Carmy as he nodded while listening to you, the paper on the counter.

“It says you were a teacher before..?” He pointed to the paper once you had stopped your rambling.

You nodded, “Yes. I’m very good with math, science, or anything really.”

He thought for a moment. Sydney spoke and interrupted the silence.

“Chef, can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?” She said, he looked at her and nodded.

“Stay here, please.” He said to you, turning around and following Sydney.

“What’s up?”

“I think we should hire her.”

“I don’t wanna kick her out and leave her on the streets. But what could she be?” Carmy said.

“An assistant or something.” She shrugged.

“That could work..” he said, picturing it. He nodded and opened the doors again.

“Would you wanna be an assistant?” He asked you, your eyes lit up and you quickly nodded.

“Please.”

“You’re hired.” He said, and he felt like he did the right thing when you smiled, thanking him multiple times.

You were perfect with the rest of the family, they all loved you. Even Richie did.

Carmy had especially grown close to you and your child, so close that every day your daughter saw him, she ran up and hugged his legs with a giant smile.

He had taken you to doctor appointments, and he had made you any cravings you had when pregnant. It was close to the end when you both started dating.

He was there when you gave birth, holding your hand and helping you through it all. He loved your daughter and you more than anything else.

You smiled as you entered the bear, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as you saw him. You kissed him, getting lost in it until your daughter started babbling.

You laughed as you both pulled away, you picked her up, and handed her to Carmy.

“Hey!!” He said in that sweet baby voice that you loved, it was adorable. He looked at her with a smile and tan a hand through her hair, moving it from her face.

“Addy.” She said, and you both looked at each other for a second and back to her.

“Is she trying to say…” you started.

“I think so.”

“Who’s that, baby? Is that daddy?” You spoke to her.

“Daddy.” She said. His eyes widened, as he smiled and laughed at her. You laughed with joy as well.

“Holy…”

“Awww!” You said, he smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. His heart melted when she said that, he was overjoyed.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto fic #carmy blurb #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x you #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto

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hanjisunglover · 3 months

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001. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

MASTERLIST. ! <- 001. -> 002.

warnings: mentioning of guns and weapons, blood, reader has some PTSD, minho calls reader pet names.

words count: 3.8k

There are two types of people in the world: those who support heroes and those who believe they only bring chaos to the city.

You are not part of any of these categories. You don't care about heroes, your life in a tiny apartment in Manhattan has never changed thanks to them. Your small business as a Pizza's restaurant in one of the quietest neighborhoods of New York hasn't paid off thanks to them.

You're just there, waiting for the big event in your life. Until then? you just pass your time listening to some cheap music from your dad's radio.

"Y/n, vien qua, c'è gente!" Your father's voice wakes you up, his strong Italian accent stops your music and put your headphones down from your head, the song still playing on your phone but you can't look or stop right now. You have to go back to work.

Your family runs a little business, your father works in the kitchen - cooking pizza with the true receipt from Italy. Your mother on the other hand get ready some typical desserts, like tiramisù, panna cotta and even gelato. Your grandma stays the whole day in the same spot, with her purple shawl on her shoulders, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose, her eyes on some Hispanic soap opera and her puzzle week.

You, just work as a cashier, giving them a little help when you're off from University. You got into a really expensive place, with people that have been spoiled their entire life, you just learned in another way the meaning of money.

Your grandmother came to the US when she just turned 25, in one hand she had her suitcase, in the other one her dreams. Learning English from the scratch, with three jobs part-time and her husband with two more jobs. They had a simple, chaotic but happy life. Until your grandfather passed away, leaving your dad the small business that they started on their own after saving the few pennies set aside.

You can't actually understand why they bought the place so far away from Little Italy, closer to Time Square than the rest of the really famous restaurants. Every time you ask to your grandmother, she just justifies herself saying, "your nonno was really stubborn".

Your grandfather, really thought that was the best option, with an apartment include with the small place for the 'sliced pizza's business', enough room for you and the rest of your family.

You know the place isn't very successful, there are few regulars, just enough to make reaching the end of the month with the end-of-month expenses. You know you can't ask for too much, and your college grades must remain impeccable to continue receiving the scholarship. Everyday you think how lucky the other people are, not really knowing their story, but just the fact that during your uni lessons they can normally say things such as 'let's go to a karaoke after this', makes you jealous.

You're not popular, you're not rich. That cut a lot of your social life, but not enough to not have any friends. As you walk out the back of the restaurant to get in the cashier spot, you can see your best friend with a big smile in her face, waving at you. "Yo mama is fine as hell."

You can't contain a laugh, her obsession with milfs and girls in general always finds the way to change your mood, your hand on your abdomen makes her laugh too. "What are you looking for today?"

"Some girls to kiss, wanna be the next one?" Her cheeky pick-up lines never failed of making you smile, you start to count the price for two slides of pizza, "it's 3 dollars," she hisses as she takes out her wallet from her expensive bag, "if I really have to."

You chuckle as you grab the three banknotes from her hand, her smile makes you smile. And for a moment, you're really happy. No worries, no thoughts. For a single second, your life is not that miserable as you think.

Until.

Until you can hear screaming, glass that breaks and terrifying looks in the faces of the people that you love. You never imagined that your life can change in an amount of seconds, when you can see a dark red costume. With weapons on his back and a gun in his hand.

You are not a big nerdy, but you know for sure that this costume it's just for one person only, Deadpool. He's not a hero, he's not a villain, he defines himself to the police as 'cleaner of shit from the others'. He's basically hitman, that if he is not forced by the person from whom he takes the task, he would not kill. And inside you, as you hide behind the counter while your heart shatters your chest, your hands shaking and the blood buzzing in your ears; you pray that it will be so.

You pray that he's in the wrong place, that he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the direction he's pointing is in the kitchen. You feel your blood almost stop pumping in your heart, you can feel a a presence so gloomy that you can only hide more under the counter.

"No! please!" Your mother's voice wakes you up and you stand up from your spot, your best friend is taking care of your grandmother that fell from the chair, you can feel your eyes watering, but you try your best to push them back for later. Before you can even step inside the kitchen, a shotgun pierces the screams. The silence.

You never thought you could hate silence more than now, you run into the kitchen, your mother on the floor crying as your dad is moaning in pain, the chest wound fills the floor with blood. Deadpool currently cleans his gun with the towel your mother usually keeps on the counter. Tears burst and fall down your face, anger raging inside you.

"I didn't kill him." The antihero speaks as he walks past you, almost as if nothing had happened. his mask is raised to his mouth as he chews on a piece of pizza. "Easy, blondie."

The siren of the police starts to reach the place, that now is a mess. It's just about of time, and you pray every single one. The floor has pieces of glass from the windows, the chairs and tables overturned, the TV that your grandmother usually watch during the day is on the floor. Still working, shows the reporters right outside your business place, suddenly Deadpool throws one of his katanas, breaking perfectly the screen.

"Damn I always hated the reporters." His voice, it's deep, makes you shiver as you get close, but you don't reach his body because one of his guns, it's pointing at your forehead now. You stopped moving.

His chewing sounds fill the place, the only other thing that you can hear it's your dad moaning in pain and your mother crying. "Don't step too close blondie, you're gonna get hurt to try dancing with the evil."

Your breath catches in your throat when he turns his head toward you, you freeze, you can barely speak, "why did you do this? why to us?" It sounds shaky, as he gets too close for your eyes to keep on him, his cologne gets in your senses.

"I just follow work sweet thing, grow up with that." His voice sounds so mean, it makes you shiver from head to toe, you don't see his eyes, his mask drops covering his face before you could spare a few seconds off his half face. His tone becomes playful again as the police point guns at you, windows are blown up, letting the spring wind dust off the floor.

That was the first time, that you ever met Deadpool.

Lee Minho feels like heavy rain. The heavy rain after a thunderstorm, the summer rain, that gets into your bones, making you feel the heaviness of your clothes against your body, your shoes soaking wet and your hair all attached to your neck. That heavy rain. You don't know if it's because of his charm, or the fact that he doesn't let anyone get too close to him, but something in him makes you feel attracted. Since the first day of your University, your eyes were fighting you to look away from him, his features. You don't even know how his voice sounds like, not even the color of his eyes, it's the classic guy that you keep looking for in a room full of loud people.

His copper red hair that sprouts the hood of the hoodie, with a backpack on the shoulder makes its way to the corridors. He never looks at anyone in the eye, you don't even understand why he's in that institute, is difficult for you to imagine him as a spoiled child. Maybe is that the reason why you find him so charming. No one really knows how he can afford a university like this. A thing that you're sure about Minho and his student career is that he doesn't care about his grades, because he is too smart to study, he leaves the room when he feels bored and the professors never stopped him. He's just, the genius in the class, but anyone really cares, they know that he's too smart for them too. No one has ever beaten him on tests and assignments. Always on time with the deadlines, making him look almost too good that it bothers.

At least, that's what you thought, now after your father got arrested you can't even step inside a class without feeling your skin burn at the sight of the windows, scared for your life that suddenly they can break like that day. Your usual sit it's right next a big window, where your desk is with all the little draws on the top, but not today.

Not today because that seat it's already taken, taken by Lee Minho. You can feel your cheeks getting warm up, that has been your seat since the year of the semester. Everyone knows that's your seat.

"Excuse me?" You try to sound as gentle as possible as the guy that is writing in his notebook, his eyes still down, doing some tricks with the pen as he doesn't dare glancing up at you. "Sorry, uhm?"

Minho sigh as you don't move away from his side, standing right next the table that he chose, he takes a deep breath as he turns his face to look at you. It's the first time that you can see his eyes, that are a dark brown, the definition of heavy rain that you gave to him the first day that you saw him feels exactly like his eyes. Cold, his eyes are cold. "What?"

"That's my spot," you point lightly at the table, where his stuff are already placed, and Minho does not like moving around when he finds his spot. He's like a cat, it's hard to make him move from his new favorite angle of the room, "No it's mine." The whole conversation is too childish for you to talk back.

You can feel your cheeks warm up because his voice is firm, making you almost trip in your words as you turn in your feet to find another table, part of you it's a relief. Because your seat it's right beside the window, and being that close to them would make you panic, but of course; Minho doesn't know that. Or that's what you think.

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For the entire week, Minho took your spot, you didn't know why and he's not that close to anyone to actually ask and know the reason, you just.. accepted. Who are you to tell him what to do?

Every morning - you're not sure how long ago that started but however - you passed there to greet, and leave a juice jug that you bought the machines, nobody had ever approached him like this. You knew you were not special from the others, but you were pleased to see how Minho after about ten seconds that left the juice on the table, smiled by raising just the corners of the mouth. That made you feel good. The following Monday, Minho is not there, he is never late, which makes you worry. Not that you are friends or more, but that situation was created where you feel you are the duty to.. understand, to know why it is not there.

"Do you know where Minho is?" murmurs to your friends, that are just talking to each other about the last assignment that was hell on earth, your head is in your hands as you look around, your eyes are just looking for one person ad one only.

"y/n, why are you so interested in him?"

Your expression is pure surprise as you look up at your friend, "me? uh, no reason?" You can't lie when your cheeks are getting red just to think about the man that is living in your mind rent free. "you keep asking about him today! and murmuring stuff, do you have a crush on him?"

Their sudden questions makes you close yourself a little in your thoughts, is really like that?, you're not sure, you never named what you felt for Minho before. You just, let it happened, you can't control your feelings. You can hear the door slamming against the wall, shaking the windows a little and that makes you shake silently.

Minho enter into the room, surrounded by silence, no one says a single thing. 'Cause his face is covered in wounds, a split lip and a cut to his eyebrow, you feel dizzy at the sight. "What do you have to look at?"he spits out like he's surprised that everyone is paying attention to him now, they never have before.

But he's hurt, and you can't stand it, you can't stand of the sight of more people hurt. You almost jump off the chair where you're sitting, making a really high pitch sound with it on the floor, now the attention it's all around you. Your friends murmur something to convince you to sit back but you can't. Your eyes are locked in his. You can see his surprise of seeing you standing up for him even if he's not moving any muscle of his face. He knows that you care. More than everyone else.

Your walk is the only sound that the room can hear, your mind keeps whispering: don't do that, don't do that, don't do that. You never skipped a lesson, you never put yourself in trouble, you are always the perfect student. Oh, fuck it.

You grab Minho's hand, he hisses at the feeling of his hand against yours, the skin it's almost burning for the feeling that makes his cheeks red up, but he doesn't want to admit it. You guys walked out of the class, his eyes on you are making you feel so stupid right now.

"what do you think you're doing?" he mumbles letting his hand grab tighter around yours, he's complaining but he's not letting you go.

You just let yourself go to the nursing room, opening the door nd making him take a seat in one of the beds, "let, let me take a look." You try to move away from him but his hand it's still holding yours tight, your breath catches your throat as you take a deep breath, his thumb passing against your knuckles.

He lets you grab some bandages and disinfectant for the cut on his lip, you stand right in front of him, he moves his thighs spread to let you get closer. His hands finish to play with the edge of your skirt, feeling your whole body shakes a little. You can't stop yourself from crying at his injuries, your hands touch his face so gently that he's surprised too.

Minho chuckles as he looks over you his eyes are gentle, feels more warmer than the first time that they ever made eye contact, "why are you crying blondie?"

The nickname makes you chuckle, he's not gonna be the first one to call you like that, and he's never gonna be the last one. "nothing I, I don't like when people I care gets hurt," you sniff and he stays silent, you can't read his face, you never did.

"what happened? if I can ask," for the first time, Minho seems really interested in what you're about to say, so you just let your thoughts speak. "two months ago, my dad's business got under attack from a hero, he stabbed my father and then he left letting him go away with the police, seems like he had an under business with some drugs thing, not sure. I really.. didn't know that, so I don't feel totally okay in the last couple weeks."

His chuckle stops your thoughts and you raise your eyes to look at him, his lips are showing his teeth from the laugh, "a hero? no hero would do that in such a cool way princess," his voice stops before going more into that topic, noticing your confused expression, "I mean, still horrible, but he took your father for a good thing. but I wouldn't call him a hero. pff."

Minho seems almost pissed at the way that you called Deadpool, a hero, you chuckle as you move his jaw to check for other cuts or other injuries, "you seem almost a fan."

"he sounds cool, are you scared of him now?" his voice it's deeper than usual, shivers run down your spine as you stop your actions, his eyes are locked on yours as his hands slowly grab the back of your thighs. "are you scared, bunny?"

"I'm.. not."

"you sounds like," his smirk makes you swallow. He stands up and you are facing him now, well, for the best that you can due your small height. Minho walk slowly towards you and you slightly move more backward, until your back find the wall. You're fucked.

You can't properly speak when his hands travel up to your waist, designing your hips with his fingers as he presses your body against the wall harder, "you seem, scared."

"no! no I'm not.. I'm not scared." you mumble as you close lightly your eyes, he's bending slowly lower in your face, his skin smells like disinfectant, "turn on then?"

His low giggle makes you whimper under his eyes and his touch, because it's definitely a yes, he knows. He knows that his actions have a weird power over you, he suddenly moves away from your body making you whine a little louder than expected. "w-why are you teasing me like that!"

His laugh fills the room, making you blush because it's the first time that he doesn't look like an adult, he doesn't look like someone that you should be scared of. He just looks like Minho. "God you are damn cute bun."

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After that moment he got more and more relaxed, he started to ask you out more and more frequently. He also started to call and text you regularly, using the excuse to make you read his assignments, just to clarify that he didn't made any errors. He's so unaware that you know that's just an excuse to hear from you, but that started to be so normal that you forgot about everything else when Minho comes around. You feel, safe. And he started to feel safe too, he's not hiding under his hood anymore, he smile even more - but only with you, his smile shows bigger with you and your presence around. He looks so, different. He's still your heavy rain, you can't see him otherwise, but the fact that he got closer to you in such a short time makes you feel good. You're not sure to call what you started to have, but your feelings for him are strong enough to make your heart skip a beat when you're walking down the hall from the last class that you just had when his hands cover your eyes, making you jump in surprise. His chuckle reaches your ears, making you blush under his touch, you grab gently his wrists to move his hand down. "I got you again bunny."

"you always get me, min," you chuckle when the guy starts to walk right next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he smiles towards you as you both walk towards the outside, "wanna grab some dinner together?"

You sigh, shaking your head, "sorry, have to work with mom."

"oh, you guys opened the Pizze-?" He starts wondering with his words, not really sure how to really pronounce it, you chuckle as you start to speed up with you walk to pass the green light in time on the sidewalk. "it's Pizzeria, and yes we did. It's hard without my dad but, it's the best that we can do for now."

Minho nods as he walks still beside you not letting you go away from his side, his phone buzz but you're more important right now, "okay then, I'll help."

"you what?"

"h-e-l-p, is it your Italian mind not working today?" he chuckles pressing his index against your forehead, moving you backward move close to his chest. You missed the green light so you stopped walking with the other people, Minho get closer behind you, moving both of his arms on your shoulders. You're so small compare do him, he glances around, like he usually does when he's at work.

His phone buzzes again and you can feel it cause it's in his pocket against your back, "your phone."

"I heard it the first time, still not care about it." he mumbles as he leans his chin on top of your head, the action makes you blush like a teenager. He's getting so touchy in the last period that makes you feel too good to really confess it.

As you guys walk in the green light you can hear a really loud honking, you turn your head just in time before some cobwebs stop the car that was about to crash against you and Minho. Minho moves you behind himself, your tiny body almost disappear behind him.

"Are you okay?" Minho whispers as he holds your shoulders, moving slowly his hands on your cheeks, your surprise and shock stops you from moving every single muscle; you can barely nod as you feel your breath quick up.

That was the first time that you ever saw Spiderman in your life.

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author note ! I loved writing this chapter so I hope y'all likes it!

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months

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Heya guys! ya'll are awesome by the way :) I'm pretty sure this hasn't been asked yet, but could you find some Sterek fics where either Stiles or Derek wear glasses and the other finds it really attractive, please? :D

Sure!

A Bite by FairyNiamh

(1/1 I 408 I Teen)

It was only a cake, how bad could a bite be?

Eye of the Beholder by TricksterShi

(1/1 I 3,941 I Teen)

"When was the last time you had an eye exam?"

A simple question leads to some lingering body issues Stiles has to wrestle with but, in the end, Derek proves Stiles has nothing to worry about when it comes to what he looks like through Derek's eyes.

First Date (Queer Your Coffee, Part Two) by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,791 I Explicit)

“Holy fuck,” Derek whispers when finally sees Stiles’ cock. It’s gorgeous, long and thick with a big head, which is pierced, the tip shiny and wet. He should have expected it really, the piercing, a prince albert he thinks it’s called, not sure because he’s never seen one, never knew how fucking hot it could be. There are two balls just like the ones in Stiles’ tongue, one nestled in his pretty little slit, the other tucked under the crown of his head, joined by a slightly curved bar under the skin. Derek swallows hard and his mouth fills with hot saliva, one hand going to his own cock, shoving his boxer briefs down his thighs in a rush. He wants to stroke himself, but the thought of that piercing on his tongue, against his throat, fuck, in his ass, has him dangerously close to coming untouched, so he grips the base hard instead, staving it off.

Stiles purrs. “See something you like, big guy?”

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup

(4/4 I 14,429 I General)

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

no aphrodisiac like loneliness by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 19,705 I Explicit)

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn't include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

Falling down like dominoes by allofspace

(7/7 I 21,666 I Teen)

Stiles has just started a new job, uprooting his life (new city, new apartment) to finally put his degree to good use. Aside from the hot brooding guy who refuses to smile at him, and his creepy cubicle-mate, the people are great, especially his new BFF Allison. Scott may or may not be taking their separation horribly.

10 Things I Hate (love) About You by catsteww

(1/1 I 31,153 I Teen)

When Kate Argent hires Stiles to date Derek and get paid for it, Stiles obviously agrees and sets out to win his heart. Except Stiles wasn't expecting Derek to actually have layers underneath his tough exterior, and he certainly wasn't expecting to develop pesky little feelings for him. And everything gets a little messed up along the way.

Lightly based on the movie.

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by orphan_account

(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University's popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate...oh boy.

I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine by yodasyoyo

(24/24 I 87,706 I Teen)

Derek has been pining for Stiles Stilinski for years. He never thought he'd actually be in with a chance, but all that's about to change.

OR: Very slow build Sterek, with nerd!Derek, sort of badboy!Stiles, plenty of pining and a Kira/Derek friendship for the ages.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hogwarts au #college au

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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Chapter 16

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15

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Eddie didn’t usually get nervous about meeting people. Even the few times he met parents, he didn’t really expect them to be a forever thing, so it didn’t really matter to him if he made a good impression.

But this was Steve. This was the person he was spending forever with. And despite his clearly complicated relationship with his parents, his mom seemed to mean something to him.

Steve explained their entire conversation on the way to his apartment, his old apartment, the one he hopefully wouldn’t move back into.

If it were up to Eddie, this temporary move to his house would be permanent, but he didn’t want to push. He knew Robin and Steve were close, and that Robin looking for a new roommate may take some time, that Steve wouldn’t want to just leave her with such little notice and no one to cover his half of the rent.

The closer they got to the apartment, the more nervous Eddie became.

Steve looked over at him when they stopped at a red light, brows furrowed in concern.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, my love,” he brushed it off, kept his face forward so he wouldn’t fall for the puppy dog eyes Steve gave him to get what he wanted.

“You know, my mom isn’t that bad. I don’t get along with her all the time, but she is definitely the lesser of two evils when it comes to my parents.”

“Mhm. Just wanna make sure you’re okay with everything.”

Steve was quiet for a moment, the soft tones of a song he didn’t recognize playing on the radio.

“You know it’s okay to be worried about yourself, Eds. I’m feeling…well, not great, but kind of positive about this? I know it could turn into nothing, but my mom is kind of relentless when she’s set on something and it doesn’t sound like she’s gonna give up until I have my job back.”

Steve’s hand settled on Eddie’s knee, providing him a comfort he didn’t realize he needed.

Eddie often found comfort in putting others’ needs first, that’s what made him a good dom, a good friend, a good person. But even he needed to take a break from that sometimes. He knew it, he just didn’t actually do it.

“I’m mostly worried about you, but I am a little worried about meeting your mom. There, is that better?” Eddie asked with a small smile.

“Yes. She always comes off scarier than she is. All yip, no bite, or whatever the saying is,” Steve said confidently.

Eddie loved him. God, he loved him so much.

He watched as Steve bobbed his head along to the music, his hand remaining on Eddie’s knee and tapping his fingers, though he was completely off beat.

Eddie loved him so much, it felt like a part of him was always going to hear Steve’s name and associate it with comfort and home.

Steve pulled into his usual parking spot, sighing as he parked.

“Just don’t take any offense to what she says. She has no filter and forgets that people have feelings. I barely listen to anything she says anymore.”

Steve sounded nervous suddenly, maybe even more than Eddie had been on the way here.

Eddie turned, cupped his face in his hands, and kissed his nose.

“I’m here to support you, protect you. I want her to help you. I don’t care if she likes me or is rude to me, it’s about you being happy.”

“Eds, I don’t want her to upset you. Please just don’t let her scare you away.”

“Sunshine, I’m not goin’ anywhere, especially not because of your mom being a little mean to me. Your my home, and I’m yours, right?”

He felt Steve relax into his hands, a fond smile taking over his face.

“Yeah, baby, you are.”

“Then let’s go see your mom.”

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Robin was standing at the front door as soon as he opened it, her eyes begging him to do literally anything to help.

He almost laughed.

Almost.

But then he heard his mother, presumably on the phone with someone, and he decided he probably should be easy on her.

“Who’s she talking to?”

“It’s been someone new every five minutes since she got off the phone with you. I think this one is your father, but I’m not sure because she talks to everyone the exact same, which is like they are specks of dirt on the bottom of her shoe.” Robin rolled her eyes and turned to Eddie with a smile. “Hi, Eddie.”

“Hi, Robbie. Gonna make it?”

“Hard to say. I hope so.”

They gave each other quick hugs, an exchange of wordless support, and Eddie felt a bit better. If Robin could handle Steve’s mom, he certainly could.

“Richard, I don’t give a shit and a half if you think I’m babying him. He’s our son. He didn’t do anything wrong and he’s being punished. Our job is to help people who don’t do anything wrong and are being punished. I’ll be better off without your help, but I refuse to let you make empty threats at me or him.”

“You guys stay here,” Steve muttered, making his way into the kitchen to talk to his mom.

“I have to go. You can go fuck yourself or the newest woman who has to fake it through a few minutes in bed with you to get a new diamond bracelet.”

Anne Harrington did not fuck around. Steve could admit to himself that it was probably the best part about her.

“Oh, good, you’re home. I’ve contacted the school to let them know any future interviews involving you will also have me present. Any paperwork sent to you or requiring a signature will be reviewed by me first. I’ve already been sent the paperwork you signed, which will not hold up in court because all parties involved in the case are supposed to sign it and only you signed it. You work for a school system that doesn’t seem to understand basic law, which is concerning since they’re opening themselves up to a hell of a lawsuit.”

“It’s nice to see you, Mom.”

Anne sighed, releasing the weight of the world from her shoulders, and pulled him into a hug.

They were never a touchy family, not even when Steve was a small child. But every once in a while, usually during the most stressful times, his mom would pull him into a hug that actually felt like the type of hug a mother would give her kid.

“What a pickle this is,” she said against his shoulder, a solid six inches shorter than him, but always bigger than her body when she spoke.

“I know. Thanks for helping.”

“No need to thank me, it’s gonna be easy to handle. Now! Where’s the boyfriend?”

“Uh. With Robin.”

“Let’s go get this out of the way, then,” she said as she pulled away from him, her face back to the stern look he’d walked in on.

“Just be easy, please. He-”

“Steven, I know what it looks like when you’re happy. I know I rarely was around to see it, but it’s easy to see the glow, even with all this stress happening around you. He makes you feel loved?”

“Every second of every day.”

“Then he won’t have to worry about me unless that changes,” she said as she walked out to the living room.

Anne walked up to Eddie, his eyes wide as he took her in.

“Edward Munson. Nice to meet you. I’m Anne Harrington. I am certain I like you just fine, but let’s get right to it: my son is all that matters to me right now and if you get in his way of getting his job back or me doing my job, you will never step foot near him again, understood?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the blush creeping across his cheeks. His mom had never been this protective of him, not even in high school when one of his friends tried to drag him into a legal issue with another basketball player.

“And if I ever get in the way of his happiness and future, I hope you would do whatever you can to protect him,” Eddie responded.

Anne studied him for a moment, looking him up and down and trying to figure out what her response should be.

She nodded once, turned to Steve, gave him a wink, and then looked back at Eddie.

“Let’s get Steve his job back.”

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The next three days were endless meetings with his mom, the school, and the school board.

Steve was instructed not to open his mouth except to give the same answers he’d already given, let Anne do most of the talking otherwise, keep his head up and appear confident that he’d done the right thing.

He had done the right thing, so it was easy to do.

Every moment he got with Eddie was special, his mom taking the guest room of the house and making it difficult for them to have any time alone.

But they still stole away in the evenings, when his mom decided to take a break from everything and shower and read her book for a bit. Eddie and Steve would take a bath together, Eddie washing Steve, Steve washing Eddie, touching every inch of each other with reverence as they silenced the moans with their mouths.

It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do for a while.

Steve cooked them breakfast every morning, Eddie wrapped his arms around his waist and rocked side to side, humming a song Steve didn’t know.

Eddie went to the shop while Steve stayed home and made sure his mom had everything she needed to do her job. He would bring Eddie a late lunch to take a break, and his mom would often go find a restaurant she deemed tolerable so she could enjoy a “decent salad, nobody makes a decent salad anymore, Steven.”

By the time dinner came around, Steve was feeling too much, and he had no way to feel better about it until Eddie got home.

Eddie would just know.

He’d pull him against his chest, run his hands up and down his back for a minute, then tug on his hair just right, just the way Steve craved.

It wasn’t enough to float, not even enough to drift a bit on the edge, but it was enough to make him feel like Eddie knew what he needed and would help as soon as he could.

“Your mom in the kitchen?” Eddie whispered against his head.

“Mhm.”

“She okay?”

“Yeah. Said we should be hearing anytime now about everything.”

“Did you talk about her treatments yet?”

Steve shook his head against Eddie’s chest.

“She doesn’t want to?”

Steve shook his head again.

“Want me to ask?”

“No. I just want you to be here with me when I do. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, sunshine,” Eddie kissed the top of his head and pulled away so he could head into the kitchen to start making dinner.

It was smooth, or at least as smooth as it could be with an extra person in the house who was toeing the line between welcome and nuisance.

Eddie was making steak salad tonight, at his mom’s request, because he was incredible and a small part of Steve loved seeing that Eddie was doing whatever it took to keep her happy, to keep the peace between them.

“Hi, Anne. How’s today been?” Eddie asked as he moved towards the fridge to pull everything out to start prepping.

“It’s been another day, Edward. How was your day?”

“Had another first tattoo today. Those are always interesting,” he sent a knowing look to Steve, who was shaking his head slowly.

“Oh? Do you get them often?”

“Honestly, no. Steve was my first first in a while. This was a friend of a friend who only trusted me to do it.”

Steve froze.

Somehow, Steve had managed to hide his tattoos from his mom the entire time. He’d been wearing Eddie’s hoodies around the house and long sleeve shirts and blazers or jackets for the meetings.

Eddie must have realized what happened as he turned to see Anne’s eyes searching Steve’s visible skin.

“You have a tattoo?”

“I have two.”

“Steven, tattoos aren’t very professional for your line of work.”

Eddie was standing at attention now, ready to step in the moment Steve needed him, but waiting for a signal of any kind.

“I got them in places that can be hidden. You haven’t seen them the entire time.”

“What could you possibly have gotten tattooed?”

“Will made me a sun painting and I decided I wanted it as a tattoo. Eddie did it on my wrist. Then I got a robin done.”

“This is the Will that you helped?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see?”

Her voice was much gentler now, almost too kind compared to what Steve was used to when she was disappointed in him.

Steve rolled the sleeve of his hoodie up, holding it out towards his mom as she sat at the table.

She took his wrist and turned it back and forth as she looked at the sun.

“He’s quite talented,” she said softly.

“He is.”

“I’m proud of you, Steve.”

Steve’s heart stopped, his eyes widened, and he felt his eyes flood with tears.

His parents had never said that to him, not when he made the varsity basketball team a year earlier than most people do, not when they won a championship, not when he made swim team captain as a junior, not when he graduated high school, not ever.

He’d stopped expecting to hear it eventually, especially when he’d cut himself off from them.

But some part of him, probably his inner child who had craved hearing those words for his entire life, felt incredibly overwhelmed at the way his mother was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

He distantly heard Eddie walk out of the room, and he struggled with the combination of feelings of relief and anxiety knowing that he wasn’t right there.

“I’m sorry I don’t tell you more, or ever, I guess. I know you’ve deserved to hear it so much. I guess-” she took a shaky breath. “I guess it was easier for me to pretend I wasn’t proud because I had no hand in your accomplishments. It was selfish of me to think that way, and I know that no amount of apologies will make up for it, but I let my job and your father dictate my entire life to the point that I forgot my son needed me.”

“Mom-”

“Let me finish first, please,” she held her hand up to stop him. “As I’ve been working on this entire situation, I’ve read through the interviews the school board conducted with Will, with his mom, with his brother, with other students, with the principal. Everyone loves you, everyone is on your side. Your own principal said the school would never be the same if you weren’t given another chance, that they would never find anyone as valuable as you are. The place I went to lunch the other day saw my last name and asked if I was related to you, and when I told them I was your mom, they gave me lunch for free because you helped the owner rebuild his shed when a snowstorm collapsed the roof last winter. And Eddie. Honey, that boy looks at you like you’re his sun. I cannot believe you’ve only been together a couple weeks. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the way you two feel about each other. Robin wanted to kill me when I walked into your apartment, and I assume it’s because she knows I haven’t ever been a good mom to you, and she’s right for wanting to protect you like that. I was never around to protect you, and probably caused more pain than anything, and I will spend as much time as it takes to try to make up for it.”

Steve was crying, the tears running down his face, soaking his hoodie, his vision so blurry he could barely even see that his mother was crying, too.

She stood up and pulled him against her, her head resting against his shoulder, his head resting against the top of her head.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed into his hoodie, her voice muffled but still audible.

“Why wasn’t I enough to be proud of?” Steve asked, his voice breaking.

“Oh, darling, you were. I promise you were. This isn’t anything you did wrong, or didn’t do well enough, this is all me failing you. You deserved to know I was proud of you, but I didn’t stop to think about how much not telling you would hurt you. That was my fault, not yours., you understand?”

Steve nodded, letting out another sob.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hand was on his lower back, and Steve’s body instantly relaxed.

“Sorry to interrupt, but your phone keeps ringing, and I figured it must be important if they keep trying,” Eddie said quietly, softly, the gentlest interruption he could possibly have made to their moment.

Steve pulled away sniffling, wiping his eyes as his mother did the same.

He reached for his phone, a new set of vibrations alerting him to another phone call.

“Hello?” Steve answered, hoping his voice didn’t give away the emotions of the last 15 minutes.

“Mr. Harrington, so sorry to keep calling like this, but I wanted to make sure to reach you before the school board official called.”

Principal Graves’ voice sounded excited, barely containing something that Steve hoped was good news.

“Is everything okay?”

“They’re going to be calling with the scheduled hearing for all parties involved today. They only do this when they’re pretty sure about reinstating someone, so I have a very good feeling you’ll be coming back to work within the next week.”

Steve started crying again.

Eddie and his mom looked at him concerned, but he gave them a wet smile to show that he was okay.

“I’ll get to talk to Will there?”

“This is why you’re the only person qualified for this job. The person filling in for you doesn’t believe in weekly sessions with students, says it causes students to become too attached to the counselor and services. I can’t wait to see her go. You didn’t hear that from me though.”

Steve let out a laugh, his tears finally slowing down, and his head falling to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I miss my kids,” Steve admitted, closing his eyes when Eddie’s hand rubbed up and down his back comfortingly.

“They miss you. We all do. We owe a lot to your mother for how quickly this has turned in your favor. This could have gone on for another month at the rate they wanted to do things. She’s an impressive woman.”

Steve watched as his mother sat back down at the table to write something down in her notes with a smile.

“Yeah, she is.”

He wrapped up the call so he could be available for the school board call, thanking the principal multiple times for her help. He knew she struggled with filing a report at all, that she was only doing her job.

When he hung up, he explained everything to Eddie and his mom, getting interrupted halfway through by a kiss from Eddie, their teeth clacking together because of the broad smiles on both their faces.

When the call from the school board came through, Steve was sitting on the couch while Eddie prepared dinner in the kitchen, having a casual conversation with his mom while she worked at the dining room table.

On Monday, his entire future would be decided, and hopefully, he’d be back in his office to make a difference.

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When Monday came, Robin and Chrissy met Eddie and Steve at the school board office an hour early.

“Your mom coming?”

“She had a phone call with her doctor this morning so she should be here soon,” Steve said.

They’d talked over dinner a few nights before about her treatments, and how she had been putting it off for work, but also putting it off because she was scared. Steve told her she had to take care of herself, that her health needed to take priority, and if she needed to have support through it, he would be there.

Eddie took it a step further, and offered her the guest room during her treatments so she didn’t have to be alone.

Steve loved him so much.

“Should we wait inside?” Chrissy asked, holding onto Robin’s hand.

“You guys go in. I just wanna talk to Steve for a second,” Eddie said, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist.

Chrissy smirked, but didn’t say anything as she guided Robin inside.

Steve turned to Eddie, nervous smile on his face.

“What is it, baby?”

“I just wanted to say that no matter what, I’m in this with you. We’ll figure it out if things don’t go as planned, and nothing with us is going to change. You’re an incredible person and counselor, sunshine, and if they can’t see that, they don’t deserve you,” Eddie pecked his lips quickly to emphasize his words.

“Thank you, Eds. I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

With one more quick kiss, they parted, and made their way inside to find the room the hearing would take place in.

When they found it, the Byers were already there, and Will looked ready to vibrate out of his seat when he noticed Steve walk in.

He looked to Joyce, silently begging for permission to go to Steve. When she nodded with a smile, Will shot up out of his seat, nearly tripping on his own feet to run towards him.

Steve nearly fell backwards with the force of the hug, Will’s arms wrapping around him as he let out a sob. Eddie held them both up as Steve found his balance again, smiling down at them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone. Mom’s trying to put together a fund for you so you can still pay your bills and Jonathan booked a show and the band is gonna give up their money from it to help you. And I made you a painting, but I couldn’t give it to you because Mom said it would possibly be worse if we tried to talk to you while they did everything. And I hate the new counselor, she’s terrible. She said if I need weekly services I should see a therapist and didn’t understand that we can’t afford one, that’s why I talk to you, but she just kept saying there are ‘resources for people in poverty’ which, we know, but they’re terrible and there’s a long wait list or else I would have already tried and-”

“Woah, buddy. Take a deep breath.” Steve helped him take a couple deep breaths and smiled down at Will. “It’s gonna be okay. Even if today doesn’t go well, I can still help you somehow. And you don’t have to worry about the money, you guys are amazing, but I’m doing fine.”

“Mom brought you a check already today. You can’t leave without it.”

Steve shook his head.

“Keep it. Use it for art supplies or something. I’ve got my bills paid and if today goes well, I’ll be back to work very soon.”

Will looked like he wanted to continue to argue, but Anne walked in, followed by Principal Graves and a few school board officials that Steve recognized as the interviewers for the case.

“You must be Will,” Anne said as she walked up to them.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, don’t do that. I fear I’m looking much older than I wish to these days and that doesn’t help. I’m Mr. Harrington’s mom, Anne.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Anne.”

“You’re an outstanding artist, Will. I’d love to commission you for a piece for my office when you are done with school for the year.”

Will’s jaw dropped, and Steve couldn’t help the little giggle he let out.

His mother had only told him about that plan the day before, and he wholeheartedly agreed with it.

“Like, for money?”

“Of course. We’ll discuss it more when we get past this little bump in the road, okay?”

Will nodded, his mouth still open in shock.

“Attention everyone, please take your seats so we may begin,” a loud, deep voice echoed through the room.

Everyone followed instructions quickly, silent agreement that this needed to be over with as soon as possible.

Steve was nervous. He’d done okay up until this point, relying on his mom to explain technical things to him and Eddie to help him stay grounded and relaxed as much as possible.

But neither of them could do that now. Now, it was up to everyone at the front of the room to make a decision, a decision they probably already made, that would determine if Steve left here with a job or without one.

“As all of you know, I am the lead official investigator for this case, Mr. Hammond. We have spent many days conducting individual interviews with all parties present, as well as group interviews and other individual interviews with students and teachers at the school. We are here today to allow both sides to state anything they may have left out during interviews before we make our final recommendation on Mr. Harrington’s employment.” He cleared his throat before turning to look at Joyce and Will. “We will begin with you both. You are not required to add anything, but if you feel there is anything else you’d like to say, now is your chance.”

Will stood up immediately.

“I’d like to say something, please.”

The group in front nodded.

“Mr. H has been the best thing about school for me. He’s helped me really feel comfortable with myself, and helped me make new friends, and helped me understand that my art can be special to me and can provide a future for me if I try hard enough. No other counselor or teacher has ever been there like he has. My grades have suffered since he was sent home,” he sighed. Steve didn’t know that, and he felt anger rise up as he thought of the counselor in his place turning Will away while he struggled. “I haven’t been able to focus on my portfolio. I get encouragement from my mom, but she works hard and sometimes it’s just nice for someone who isn’t related to me to offer their support. Mr. H was that support for me, and no matter what decision you make today, I know he will do his best to still give it to me in whatever way he can.”

“Thank you, Will.” A woman next to Mr. Hammond gave him a smile. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

Will sat down and Joyce hugged him, whispering something into his ear that no one could hear.

“Mr. Harrington, now is your chance to speak. You may say anything you wish to discuss your actions.”

Steve looked at Anne, who nodded at him encouragingly. They’d agreed the day before that she would only step in if things got ugly, and it seemed calm enough that he could speak on his own.

“Thank you,” he said as he stood. “I believe I spoke a lot during my interviews about how much my students, not just Will, mean to me. I got into this profession because I want to be a support for kids who may not always have it. That isn’t to say Ms. Byers doesn’t support him, but she’s a hardworking single mom, and it does take a village to raise a child, as we all know. When I first met Will, he barely spoke to anyone, he was barely passing his classes, and he was on his way to being a statistic that doesn’t look good for the community, the school, or himself. After a few sessions, he started opening up a bit more to me, and I saw a major improvement in his grades. He started making friends, he started becoming more involved in school activities like art club, and even got encouraged to apply for an elite art program. As you all are aware, his mother barely makes enough money to pay the necessary bills, and an art program like the one Will deserves to be a part of requires a lot of funding just to apply. He came to me as a trusted person to ask for help, which is something we encourage all students to do without fear of punishment. Instead of that happening, he was punished. I was punished as well, and trust me, it’s been difficult, but this entire time, I’ve been worried more about the impact this will have on Will.”

Steve looked over at Will, who was wiping tears from his face.

“My boyfriend Eddie was the one offering financial assistance. If you remember, he knew the Byers before we were even together. He knows what Will is capable of and didn’t want him to lose out on a big opportunity for his future because of a couple hundred dollars. I supported them because Will deserves it. If our job is to care for these kids, and make sure they have bright futures, then that’s what we did. Punishing any of us for it seems like the opposite of what our mission is. It’s been a privilege to be able to provide Will, and many other students, a safe place to be themselves, and I hope to continue to do that in this school.”

Steve sat down before anyone responded, his mom squeezing his shoulder and Eddie taking his hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. If you would give us all a few minutes to deliberate in the other room, we will be back shortly,” Mr. Hammond said seriously.

As they filed out, Steve’s nerves grew exponentially.

His legs were bouncing up and down until Eddie’s hands were on his knees, putting pressure on them to keep them still.

“Look at me, Stevie. That’s it, good boy,” Eddie whispered to him. Anne was busy speaking with Joyce and Will, so they were practically alone. “You did amazing. They’d be idiots not to reinstate you. If you’re not back in your office tomorrow, I’ll move us to another school district so you can find a new job. Will can come, too.”

Steve let out a small giggle at the thought of moving their entire lives just so he could have another chance to be a counselor somewhere.

“Everyone here knows you did the right thing. That’s what matters most. We’re all proud of you.”

Steve nodded.

He looked behind him at Robin and Chrissy, who both waved when he looked back, their hands still clasped between them.

He sat silently for a few minutes, looking down at his lap, trying to believe Eddie’s words, but not get his hopes up too much in case things went badly.

The door opened.

The group walked in.

No one’s face gave anything away.

Steve’s nerves grew, but Eddie’s hand in his kept him here.

“Thank you for your patience,” Mr. Hammond stated. “At this time, will Mr. Harrington please stand?”

Steve stood, his legs wobbling slightly as he let go of Eddie’s hand.

He felt every eye on him.

“Mr. Harrington, you understand that this has all been following a very strict policy in regards to confidentiality and personal relationships with students?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You understand it was our responsibility to fully investigate all claims made to ensure the safety of the student in question?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You understand that reinstatement of your position will still show this investigation on your record?”

Steve heard Will cheering before he truly registered what was being said.

“I’m sorry?”

Mr. Hammond smirked. The rest of the group was smiling at him.

“You’ve been reinstated as of today. You may resume your position as guidance counselor as early as tomorrow. Please keep in mind any future claims will require an immediate suspension of duties. Please stay here while the paperwork is drawn up for signatures. Thank you all for your cooperation.” Mr. Hammond turned to Will. “And good luck to you, Will. Your art is quite spectacular and deserves a place in that art program.”

“Thank you!” Will said, maybe a bit too loudly for the location and occasion, but it just made everyone let out laughs at his excitement.

Eddie was suddenly pulling him into his arms, kissing the top of his head and saying so many lovely things that Steve could barely hear.

“You’re incredible, oh my God, I’m so happy for you,” he whispered into his ear before Anne got in between them.

“Let me hug my son!” She said half-jokingly. Eddie let him go so he could be enveloped in his mom’s arms. “I’m so proud of you, honey. I knew you’d be fine.”

“Probably not without you,” Steve admitted.

“Maybe, maybe not. Important thing is you get to go back to work and make a difference for these kids, right?”

He nodded and then got wrapped up in Robin’s arms.

“You did it dingus! You get to be back with the rugrats!” She was bouncing up and down, making the hug a bit awkward, but Steve was used to her energy.

“Congrats, Steve. I’m so happy for you,” Chrissy added from behind her.

Steve felt loved.

So many people came to support him, to show him that no matter what decision was made, they were on his side. That he mattered.

But he didn’t really start crying until Will was hugging him again, thanking him over and over again for being the best and for not giving up and for caring so much.

He let Will sit next to him while he signed all the paperwork, his mom reviewing everything before he did so.

Will was telling him all about the piece he started working on in art club, and how he thought it was good enough for his portfolio, but kind of wanted to get his opinion first. Steve listened, unable to stop smiling at his excitement.

It was contagious, the excitement.

Everyone in the room seemed to feel it, all of them practically bouncing in place as they waited for Steve to finish.

When he did, Anne took everyone out to a celebratory brunch, bribed Joyce to keep Will out of school for the whole day with the promise of the best mimosas she’s ever had.

As Steve rode home after in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car, he looked down at his sun tattoo.

Somehow, despite every cloud in the way, he was still shining.

“You okay, sunshine?” Eddie was looking over at him out of the corner of his eye, a smile pretty much permanently plastered on his face since the decision was made.

“I’m perfect,” he replied.

He’d never been perfect before. He’d never thought perfect was attainable.

But perfect to him wasn’t the lack of problems or imperfections, it was knowing that even with them, he was happy.

He felt bright. He felt warm. And with Eddie next to him, he felt like the sun.

epilogue

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 year

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Can’t Help Falling in Love- B.Barnes

Summary: A snowy day in the Barnes Household, Bucky baking with his daughter, his wife and son busy decorating their house for the holiday.

Pairings: Bucky x fem!Reader, Dad!Bucky x OC!Twins Sarah and Stevie

Fic Warnings: Bucky as a girl dad, Bucky is a good husband, use of Y/N, Female Reader

Author’s Note: To those who celebrate, happy Thanksgiving! I suck at ending fics so if there are any suggestions please let me know, they are welcomed. My asks are open so if you have any questions or suggestions please feel free to send them in.

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Word Count: 840

Hope you enjoy! :)

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A chilly December morning, snow dancing through the sky, the Barnes family was getting their cozy home ready for the upcoming holidays. Bucky was in the kitchen baking with one of the twins, Sarah. His wife was in a cleaning frenzy, cleaning every nook and cranny of the house and the other twin, Stevie, he was helping his mom clean up, manning the vacuum for her. They were hosting Christmas in their new house, they had bought it in November and had just finished making it into a home. They were excited but the two adults stressed out over the fact that they were having people stay over and they still had so much to do.

There were still boxes scattered around that Bucky had moved up to the attic for the time being, their picture frames still needed to be hung on the walls, their Christmas tree still hadn’t gotten put up yet, the bookshelf in the living room had only books on it and none of their family photos or sentimental knick-knacks. That was what Y/N was doing after she had finished cleaning. She enlisted the help of Stevie and the two of them got their sentimental items up in no time. When it came time to hang pictures, however, she knew she needed Bucky’s help for that.

She was clumsy and was prone to injuring herself doing mundane tasks like putting on clothing. She knew that if she was going to be hanging pictures, she’d hit her hand with the hammer countless times before actually getting the nail in the wall. So, she made her way into the kitchen where Bucky and Sarah were at the counter, backs turned, mixing dough in the stand mixer. The two of them sporting matching braids, Bucky having a single french braid down the middle and Sarah having french braid pigtails. Y/N padded her way behind her husband, her arms snaking around his waist and her forehead resting on the center of his back.

“Hi mama, wanna help us make cookies?” Bucky asked his wife, his hands grabbing hold of her forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll leave that to the professionals. When you’re all done, can you help me get the pictures up on the wall? I’m clumsy and Stevie can barely lift the hammer,” She replied, planting a kiss on the back of his left shoulder at the end of her sentence.

“I most certainly can help you, but you need to taste test our chocolate chips first. It’s your favorite recipe of mine, made them just for my girls.” Bucky had turned in his wife’s arms, holding a cooled chocolate chip cookie out for her to eat. She took a bite and nearly melted at the taste. Bucky had a way about making cookies, no matter what, they always turned out so flavorful and delicious. Of course she went in for another bite, then another, until the cookie was gone. Bucky let out a chuckle as he wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumbs. “I take that you liked them, see that princess? I told you mommy would love our cookies.”

“Of course I would, two of my favorite people in the whole world made them. Good job, my loves,” She turned to her daughter and started to whisper, “I know you did all of the hard work. They were the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.” She knew Bucky could hear her but she did that intentionally. Sarah’s little face lit up at her mother’s praise, giving her a big hug and a big kiss on the cheek. “I love you, princess. Why don’t you go help your brother get some of the decorations up? Give yourself a break from baking for a little while.”

“I love you too, mommy! I’ll make sure Stevie doesn’t mess up the garland like last year,” Sarah replied before rushing out of the kitchen to her twin.

Bucky’s hands had now found their way to Y/N’s waist, resting right above her hips. Her arms had found their way around his neck, her hands messing with the end of his braid. He had grabbed her phone and changed the Christmas music that was playing to a playlist that Y/N had made when they first got married. It was a mix of songs that the two of them loved, songs that reminded them of each other, some of them were just some classic love songs. The first song that came on was a cover of an old classic, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart.

The two of them swayed gently to the music, getting lost in each other. Bucky had leaned down and connected their lips into a sweet kiss, only to get interrupted seconds later by their children fake vomiting at the sight. All that was heard the rest of the night was the laughter of the two children and their parents, holiday music playing throughout the house and the occasional suggestion from Alpine.

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xlxvesxckx · 1 year

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[feel special] Dio Brando.

Synopsis: Working for Lord Dio you end up catching feelings for the male. But after a wakeup call from you new friend, you realize that you deserve someone better, though he isn't going to let you go so easily.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, cheating (idk if you can consider it that...but idk), manipulation, obsession and possessiveness,

Au: Royalty Au

Pairings: Dio Brando x Reader, Jotaro Kujo x Reader.

Based Off: TWICE's Feel Special You can listen to it here~

-> Feel Special

Other songs listened to for this fic.:

-> Beside you By Keshi

-> Angel eyes By ABBA

-> Some Say by NEA

-> Lie By Luka Megurine (vocaloid songs hold a special place in my heart.)

A/n: Whooo boiii this is a hefty fic! I don't know if I am going to continue this, but if others like it then I will continue it...

Also feel free to leave requests for me! I write for Obey Me, JJBA, FNAF (mostly security breach) and I'm trying to expand my writings so if you have something you wanna see written please ask away

Here's my Kofi is you wanna support me!

☆Here's the second part: Feel Special.Ending

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When you first got to working for this man, you told yourself you weren't going to be like the others.

You'd heard rumors of girls who came here and ended up falling in love with the male. And you could see why.

Lord Dio was an attractive male, blonde hair, fierce red eyes and a nice body that anyone would want. Hell he is known for actively sleeping with his female servants, and when they get too attached he tosses them to the side like they were nothing.

So you refused to be one of them.

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“Don’t tell me that you actually believe that Lord Dio is in love with you?”

You sat across from your fellow servant, Mariah, who was tending to her hair in her mirror. You slowly nodded your head, seeing her roll her eyes. Mariah is a beautiful dark skinned woman with lovely brown eyes and snow white hair. She was one of the only higher up females here, being close to Lord Brando.

So it was probably best to listen to her words.

“I’m not trying to be mean, I'm trying to protect you. You’re a newbie in the castle, that’s the only reason lord Dio is paying all this attention to you. He’s trying to see how he can break you down and use you.”

You listened carefully to Mariah’s words and let them slowly click in your mind.

"I mean think about it. He could have any woman he wants."

You had been working in Lord Brando’s castle for the past month now in order to support your family back at home. The job came suddenly as some of Lord Brando’s most trusted servants were sent out in order to bring more servants to the castle. And he apparently paid very well, but your mother...she didn't care for it.

At first, your mother was weary of you leaving, as she had heard the tales of women who went up to the castle.

Many of them would not come back, many of them would be used and thrown back to their families with less than what they started with. She would have rather you moved away to the neighboring kingdom and start over there. But she knew that you didn’t want to leave her alone.

Your mother was your main reason for working at the castle, you wanted to give her a better life just as she had fought to give you one.

So against your better judgement, you took up the job working for the male and so far was enjoying it. He seemed like a genuinely nice man to work for, he took care of his servants and made sure you as comfortable as you could be.

But you soon noticed that as more women began to come in, the less and less attention he would pay to you. It started with calling you to his room less and less. Less of the lingering touches he would give, less of the hugs and teasing words he would give you.

It was all bothering you greatly. Had you been fooled?

And when you brought it up to him, he would always smile and tell you how silly you were being and how he could ‘Never abandon his favorite pet’.

Now here you were, being told that the things you were thinking were valid by one of his most trusted people.

Mariah, was one of his top people, next to Enrico Pucci, Hol Horse and Vanilla Ice.

She was also one of the only females who were in his top ranks. So she’s seen many girls come and go, all of them fiending to be Lord Brando’s favorite. Mariah took notice to who all came in and saw who was gonna be fresh meat.

She had taken a liking to you as you were one of the only ones to not just throw yourself at Lord Brando. You came here to do a job and was mostly focused one that.

She admired you. So when she saw how close the Lord was getting with you, his lingering touches and his sultry words.

She knew exactly what was coming.

If you were to get in bed with Lord Brando, you would never be the same again. You wouldn’t be able to think or have control of yourself. All you would think about is how you could serve him. She's seen what happens before, she's been in that spot. Mindless, only thinking about serving Lord Dio. Focused on making him happy and nothing else.

She refused to let that to be you.

“Protect me?..” You asked confused and Mariah sighed and turned around to you fully.

“Lord Dio is not a good person Y/n, you should know that, and I know that.” Mariah walks over to you and places her hands on your face.

“I actually like you. Out of all the maids here. You’re the most tolerable. I would hate for you to end up like a mindless little-”

“Y/n.”

The two of you looked over to the doorway to see Pucci there. He had a gentle smile on his face. “Dio requests your presence.”

You nodded and got up, Mariah giving you a look before going back to her mirror.

You followed Pucci to Dio’s room, keeping quiet as you walked alongside the priest.

Enrico Pucci was a priest that was Dio's right hand man. He was the one responsible for hiring all the new servants, running the estate and attending directly to Dio's needs.

You saw alot of him because you basically had the position of head maid

“You know you are one of his favorites Y/n?” He says quietly. You look over at him to see the same gentle smile.

“I’ve never seen him act this way towards a servant before, You're a rare one.” Pucci says, stopping in front of Dio’s door. You stopped and looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?.." You asked an air of slight concern coming over you.

Pucci gave a closed eye smile,

"That means he likes you, and you won't end up dying possible. I would hate to see a kind girl like you go to waste."

You stood in fear before he pats you on the back.

“Now, go ahead and see what he may want..”

You watch as Pucci walks away, his words swirling around in your head. You eventually go to knock on the door, waiting for a response.

“Come in..”

You open the door, seeing Lord Dio laid across his bed, book in hand. His red eyes look over to you and beckons you forward. You move over to him and stand on the side of the bed, your eyes glued to the bed, refusing to look him in his eyes.

"That means he likes you, and you won't end up dying possible. I would hate to see a kind girl like you go to waste."

Pucci's words were playing around in your head. Lord Dio wouldn't hurt you...would he? Would he kill someone? You knew he would, but you didn't think he would go as far as to murder any of his servants would he?

You were so deep in thought that you didn't hear Dio calling you.

"My Pet?...Did you hear me?"

You shook your head and looked at him "Huh?.." Dio chuckled before stating what he asked again.

“I was asking, how are you today, My Pet? I had business to attend to with those bastard Joestars in the neighboring kingdom.” He says, his voice soft and sultry, like music to your ears.

You shuddered at his voice before speaking.

“It was fine, I spent my day talking with Mariah and doing chores..nothing too special.” You answer, seeing Dio move closer. He places his book down and uses his hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Did my pet miss me? I’ve been neglecting you and I’m sorry for that.” He asks, with a playful tone behind it.

In reality you did miss him, you did miss the time that he usually spent with you, but after having the talk with Mariah you began to think differently about him. And on top of that, Pucci scared you. You didn't want to step out of line for fear that you would find out that he did kill his servants.

In this moment, you decided to nod slowly, earning a smirk from him.

Before you could blink, you yelped as Dio pulled you into the bed with him. You squeaked as your back hit the bed, and he was now on top of you. You tense up as you feel him get close to your neck, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place.

“I can sense something is off.. Do you not trust me my Pet?”

“W-what do you mean?..” You whimpered out, nervousness filling your whole body as you watched him lift up from the crook of your neck. He brings his face close to yours, his lips ghosting over yours. You could hear yourself internally screaming at how close he was to you. Did he know what you were thinking? Could he smell fear? You didn't even want to know the answer to that last one.

“Do you doubt my love and care for you? Do you think my eyes are wandering to others, pet?”

He asks, and he doesn’t really give you a chance to answer before he presses his lips to yours. His hands go to press your wrists against the bed. Dio’s kiss was one filled with passion, one that was enough to take your breath away from you. It was like all your worries were sapped away in that moment. Signed and secured with that kiss.

In this moment, he was making you feel wanted. Moving from your lips to whisper sweet nothings to you, telling you exactly what you wanted.

"I can sense that you don't trust me...but I promise whoever put those thoughts in your mind will be dealt with." He whispers, moving down to your neck, planting soft kisses here and there, earning soft whimpers from you.

He had a way of getting you to melt like putty in his hands once again, everytime he sensed you stepping out of line, Dio would always do this.

He couldn't have you ending up like HER...

Telling you that you were the only one he wanted, that he wanted to marry you and make you his Queen. He wanted you to rule beside him.

Dio needed you...he CRAVED you..

The Male didn't know what the hell you were doing to him, but he knew he had to do anything in his power to keep your eyes from wondering from anywhere else.

Dio leaned down to your ear again, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispered to you.

"You're my special little pet.."

What's wrong with him telling a little white lie in order to get you to stay?

At that moment…

You believed him.

He made you feel...Special...

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It had been a few weeks from that encounter with Lord Dio, and you had a few more after that.

He would whisk you away from your duties and tease you, he wanted you and only you. He was risky with it too. Sometimes coming while you're preparing with others and hoist you up onto the counter, he'll steal a kiss right then and there, smirking at the others who dared look.

You were his and you weren't going anywhere, so any maids that were making any plans better not had added you to their little schemes.

He would make that known around other maids in the castle.

So it confused you when you saw one of the new recruits continuously coming in and out of his chambers recently.

Olivia was her name, and she came from the castle town, so she was a bit higher ranking than the rest of you.

Rumors had it that she was the daughter of a noble who owed Lord Dio, so in return he gave his daughter to him so that his debt was cleared.

She was a pretty blonde haired, blue-eyed girl, a nice body and was everything a man could want.

So it was troubling you when you saw how much time she was spending with Dio.

It started when she first arrived. She introduced herself to you, genuinely being nice to you. But when she found out you were basically Lord Dio's Chamber Maid she gave you a disgusted scowl.

She would call you horrific names behind you back and sometimes to your face. She made it no secret her disdain and jealously for you.

So she began to do the tasks that you were asked to do, sometimes she would eavesdrop on your conversations with Pucci and Mariah. She would rush to do them so she could get praise from Dio, but she expected you to be scolded for not doing them.

She was pissed when she saw that Dio still held favoritism for you, he would simply promote you. Having be Pucci's assistant instead of a chamber maid.

Hell you didn't care, you got paid more and still was his favorite.

But Olivia...she couldn't stand it.

You knew she had something planned as today, Lord Dio was holding an event, he invited other nobles and Royalty from other lands and she was supposed to be helping you set it up.

“Hey, Y/n.” You looked up from your decorating task to see Mariah, she gave you a sober smile before handing you some papers.

“Please deliver these to lord Dio. I tried to go earlier, but he wasn't there.”

You took them from her and stood up from your task dusting your dress off.

“Of course! I’ll be right back then.”

Mariah watched you walk off and her face morphed to a frown, she knew he was in there. She knew who he was with, and she hated for you to find out like this, but she couldn’t risk someone like you ending up like some of the others.

Earlier when she had went to deliver what was the revised guest list to Dio she heard some strange noises from the chambers.

Normally, Mariah could care less if she busted in his room. So just like she would normally did, she entered without knocking and her eyes widened. Quickly turning on her heels she would run a hand through her head, a yell of frustration would leave her lips.

Oh but not at what she saw, but for you.

She knew you wouldn't take this well, but she need you to open up your eyes. She saw you heading down the path of endlessly chasing after a man who will just hop from woman to woman without a care in the world.

And she refused to let you be one of them.

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You hummed to yourself as you walked down the hall to Lord Dio’s chambers, you were actually very excited for this event. It would be your first time meeting anyone else besides your few friends in the castle. So you could not wait to meet everyone and tell them about your time here.

You beginning to wonder if what Pucci told you was really true. If anything Dio was becoming more and more romantic as the days passed.

You were excited to go to his room and tell him all about what you had planned for the guests, just as he had asked for you to do.

When you approached Lord Dio’s door you went to knock but saw it open. You were about to walk in but nearly bumped into someone

That someone was Olivia, barely dressed, only Lord Dio’s Robe wrapped around her body. It appeared that she had bitemarks and hickies along her neck and a smirk plastered on her face.

She looked you up and down before her smirk widened.

“Y/n! Miss Mariah said you were supposed to be sending some stuff for My Lord. I’ll take it from here.” She say happily, taking the documents from you hands.

You stared at her before shaking your head.

“Are you alright? You’re covered in marks..” You asked, half concerned, but not because you wondered if she was hurt, it was to confirm what scenario was playing in your head.

She looks at herself before a look of smugness comes over her features,

“Ah, these…just had a meeting with Lord Dio about the even this evening! I’m alright Y/n! Thank you for asking!” You gave her a nod before quickly turning on your heels to go back where you came.

You heard her giggling as she went back into his chambers, the door closing with a hard slam.

You could hear Lord Dio's deep voice calling her back over and her giggles faded into something else.

"Miss Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

You didn't even care about who was calling your name.

You just needed to get away from this room. This area...This place...

You held in your tears, refusing to let them fall. Instead you let your feet carry you to Mariah’s quarters, you couldn't even tell who calling you as you were in an autopilot.

When you reached Mariah’s room, it was like she was already waiting for you. Once you closed the door behind you, you ran into her arms finally allowing your tears to stream down your face.

Mariah held you in her arms as she heard your sobs, they pained her severely.

She knew you pain, she knew it all too well, as she saw this same sequence of events play out with another dear friend of hers.

Her name was Isabel.

Isabel was just like you, bright eyed and bushy tell, eager to give her all to Lord Dio. And unlike you, she allowed him to take her fully, her entire life was dedicated to Dio.

There wasn't a day when Isabel wasn't talking about Dio, and back then...Mariah was happy for her. She encouraged her dear friend to go for it, allow herself to be loved by the blonde and see what would happen.

But just like you...she was soon replaced by the newcomer. A fresh face, and a new woman Dio could Manipulate.

Isabel was heart broken, but more than anything was angry...

And you know what they say...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

Isabel stood up to the male, confronted him and refused to allow herself to fall for his tactics. She wasn't gonna come crawling back to him anymore. She told him that she was leaving, that she wanted no more of this.

And when she did that, she vanished.

No one ever saw her again, and they were ordered to never speak of her ever again.

But everyone remembers, and Mariah refuses to forget.

She made it her goal to prevent young women from ending up like her, serving the very male who ruined her dear friend, doomed to see how he plays around with people’s emotions just to get what he wanted. Never speaking of her friend.

“I-i thought he only wanted me… I thought he..he meant everything he said Mariah…!” You sobbed,.

Mariah moved the two of you to her bed. She sat down and allowed you to cry on her shoulder, she rubbed your shoulders as you sobbed, your cries getting louder and louder.

“I-i should’ve listened to you Mariah..I should’ve..I’m so sorry..”

“What? Don’t you apologize.”

She grabs your face and forces you to look at me. “Listen to me. We’re gonna get you out of here. Because frankly, i’m sick and tired of you being treated like shit. "

You rubbed your eyes, "B-but what about you?.."

Mariah scoffs. "And let more girls fall to his schemes? I'm staying...but.." She stops herself and rubs her temple.

She sighs then she rubs your face in with her hands.

“Has Lord Dio told you about the Joestars?” You nodded.

“Aren’t those the guys he hates?” Mariah nods.

“I’m friends with one of the advisors there, I’ve been in contact with her for a while, she knows about your situation, and one of the Prince’s have agreed to come and get you.”

You gasp and a smile appears on you face as you hug Mariah. Mariah grins and hugs you back before pulling away.

“And don’t worry, I’ll be behind you every step of the way.” She explains and you nod at her words.

"I'll make sure you get out of here..."

Your heart was in pieces, but the prospect of leaving and going to another kingdom was on the horizon and you did not mind it at all.

You would have to get into contact with your mother and move her to the kingdom as well, so that she could be safe. You felt if you left the Lord Dio would probably do something to your family for disobeying him.

And not only that, part of your heart was crumbling. As there was a small piece of you who wanted to talk to him and just ask him why. As him why use you and fuck with your emotions.

You and Mariah decided you would enact your plan during the event tonight, as that would be the best, you could leave with the crowds of people and never look back. Mariah had to keep tell you that she would be fine, and that you shouldn't worry about her.

But even as you went over it several times, you still felt horrible for leaving her behind.

Later in that evening, you headed back to the servants quarters to prepare for tonight to see all the maids in there happily opening boxes.

“Oh Y/n! Lord Dio gave us all new dresses to wear to the event!” One called out to you and you nodded at her.

As you expected when you walked over to your bed, there was nothing on there for you. You sighed softly as you walked over to pack your bags.

Olivia walked over with hers in her hand with a smile. “Look at how beautiful these dresses are! Lord Dio has certainly out done himself!” She then looks down at you packing.

“What about you Y/n?” She asked and you averted your eyes.

“The gracious Lord did not give me one. But that’s alright, Lady Mariah is giving me one.” You say blankly and her smile droops a bit.

“Oh..well where are you going? Do you have an order from him?” She asked, walking back over to her bed. "Isn't the party about to start? So why are you packing a ba-"

“I’m going to visit my mother. It’s been a while since I came to the castle, so I would love to go home and have a good time with her. And frankly it's none of your fucking business.” You say flatly before closing your suitcase.

It got quiet before Olivia scoffed and muttered a "bitch..." under her breath.

You sat on your bed watching all the other girls get changed into the dresses that they were given. It seems Lord Dio wanted all of his servants to dress a certain way, they had various colored ballroom like gowns in different styles.

Your eye fell to Olivia’s, who wore a pretty yellow dress, one that matched the suit Lord Dio wore very often. You rolled your eyes at this and decided to go get ready. You watched as everyone else left out as you went to the bathroom, the only one left was Olivia who was still in the mirror getting ready.

You were in the bathroom when you heard someone else come into the room.

"What the hell do you have on?"

You jumped at the agressive tone that entered the room.

It was Lord Dio and he sounded...pissed?

You decided to be quiet and listen to the conversation, doing your best not to make any noises.

"Oh! I'm wearing the dress that Pucci gave to me-"

"It wasn't for you.

You nearly gasped, quicky putting a hand over your mouth, but it seemed like someone heard you regardless.

"Whoever is in there better come out. I don't appreciate eavedroppers."

You were debating on coming out because you had avoided Dio for the rest of the day after talking with Mariah. You couldn't bare to see him knowing that you were planning your leave.

"I said come out now."

Sighing, you decided to exit the bathroom, bowing in apology to Dio. When you raised your head you saw his eyes scanning your body.

Mariah had given you a black bodycon dress that had belonged to her best friend. She wanted to pass it on to you as it would 'allow her spirit to do what she couldn't'. You matched it with silver earrings and a necklace that you had as a gift from your mother. The dress clung to your body and left nothing up to the imagination, so Dio's scowl turned to a smirk.

"My My, My little Pet has out done herself.." He finally spoke, leaving Olivia's side and coming over to you. You tensed as he snaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You peeked around him to see Olivia who was fuming, and you internally smirked at her anger.

"Olivia."

You watched her perk up at him calling her name only to see her face fall at his words.

"Leave. I need to have a moment with Y/n."

Olivia stomped her foot, "But Lord Dio! I-"

Dio quickly turned back to her, a dangerous glare on his face. Olivia quickly shut up and left the room, slamming it behind her.

Dio then turned back to face you and wasted no time coming closer to you. "So...where did you get this piece? It's far better than anything I could have picked out for you." He says softly.

You keep backing away and end up falling back onto your bed, and Dio takes this opportunity to get between your legs, riding your dress up to your thighs.

"L-lord Dio! This is-" He cut you off with a hard kiss to your lips. His hands went to grip yours, pinning them to the bed. You pulled away from his kiss about to speak only to feel his lips on your neck.

It didn't help that he was grinding against you, causing the heat to build up between your legs.

You did your best not to let moans slip past your lips as he continues his assault on your neck. But no matter how hard you tried, your body fought against your brain and a soft moan left your lips.

You could feel Dio shudder at that before he stopped, sitting up and gripping your chin with his hand roughly.

"After this night...I'm making you mine. I'm tired of you teasing your master like this. Dressing like this when you know others will have their eyes on you.." He smirks down at you. You were still in shock over what had just taken place so you didn't reply to him fast enough.

Dio gripped your chin again, this time applying pressure, earning a wince of pain out of you.

"Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded and He smirked before finally getting off of you.

"Now go ahead and straighten yourself up. Look presentable for me darling."

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To say it was a big event was an understatement.

Apparently Lord Dio was celebrating some accomplishment, which explained why he wanted all the servants to dress alike. You however could not care less.

You were focused on leaving, especially after what just happened.

You were standing alone before being approached by the whiney broad herself, Olivia.

"Hey." You ignored her. She didn't like that so she decided to push you nearly sending your over.

"What the fuck Olivia?"

"Answer my question." She demanded and didn't give you a chance to answer.

“Are you jealous of me Y/n?” She suddenly asked and you raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I heard how you were Lord Dio’s favorite before I came along, You’re jealous because he no longer wants you and wants to marry me instead!” She accused and you only gave her a short laugh.

“Oh, you know, I am. But not as much as I used to be." You answered and she didn't like that answer.

"Face it, You are just mad that Lord Dio loves me more than he does you?"

You decided to burst her bubble.

"Oh yeah? Then why did he kick you out the room to kiss me, grind against me and tell me he's gonna make me his tonight?" You snapped back at her, glaring as you saw her gears turning in your head.

"You?! Lord Dio would never fuck a half pinted ass bitch like you"

"Apparently he does. But you can have him. I don't want him."

"OH?! Well I'm gonna tell him exactly what you said so he can kick your ass to the curb!! You just don't like that he's close with me!"

"Mhm..keep yelling."

“You’re just a jealous little bitch! You-”

“I think you heard her. She’s not interested in Brando.”

You jumped at the deep male voice that came from behind you. Olivia looked behind you and immediately bowed

. You were confused at to why she suddenly stopped but you saw a shadow loom from behind you. You watched as her face morphed from one of smugness to fear.-

“O-oh…My apologizes Prince Kujo..” She then lifted her head to glare at you before leaving.

You turned around to see a tall, dark and brooding male standing next to a what could be described as a cheerful ball of sun.

“Oh we finally found you! My you are really pretty! Isn’t she pretty Jotaro?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty.”

The girl came up to you and shook your hand.

“You can call me Evan! I’m the Joestar Royal Advisor! And I’m Mariah’s friend!” She introduces and she smiles happily at you.

“This brooding hulk beside me is Prince Jotaro Kujo! The eldest prince of our land.” You look over to Jotaro just to admire him for a second.

He was tall, very tall, probably about 6’5 in height, he wore a white suit that was adorned with different golden charms. His hat seemed to be fused with his hair and his blue eyes were off somewhere else in the crowd. He was handsome....very handsome.

You can see why some of the girls were talking about him, he definitely not a bad sight to see. You couldn't take your eyes off of him and you probably wouldn't have if Evan wouldn't had taken you from your thought.

“Why don’t you two go off and talk! We’re not leaving out until everyone else does, so it’ll be better for the two of you to get to know each other.” Evan announces.

“I’ll go let Mariah know we found you!”

Evan then goes off in the crowd and the prince sighs before grabbing your hand and leading you off to the balcony.

You quietly went along, the noise of the people slowly drowning out as the two of you reaching the balcony.

“Are you alright?” Jotaro’s deep voice cuts through your thoughts and you don’t even know how to answer honestly.

“To be honest...I don’t even know your highness..” You finally admit, going and leaning on the balcony.

“I thought I was okay...but now I realize…I was a fool. I should’ve listened to my mother..” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes again. You refused to cry over him again.

"God he loves playing with my emotions..I got so happy when he was alone with me..but I guess he was only doing that to make her jealous.."

“H-he made me feel loved….he made me feel so special…” You mumble out feeling the tears run down your cheeks again.

"God I felt so stupid...I was so dumb.."

You could feel your body begin to shake, you didn’t want to break down in tears in front of the Prince, but it seemed no matter how hard your body tried to fight the tears, they kept coming.

All you saw when you closed your eyes was his stupid fucking face smirking down at you.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and was pulled into a tight hug by the Prince. You stood quiet, feeling his hand rub the center of your back. “I’m sorry...I’m not good with words…” He says softly and you chuckle slightly at that.

It was a comforting feeling to be in the Prince’s arms. To find relief in someone you barely even knew sounded absolutely stupid, but in this moment you didn’t care at all.

“I’m shit at words...but I promise..." He started, making you pull away from his hug to look up at him.

“I promise you’ll find someone who makes you feel special again…”

—--(pov switch)----

Dio was highly annoyed.

Scratch that, he was fucking pissed.

Everyone was supposed to be in one place, but of course he couldn’t find one of his most trusted servants when he needed her the most. No not Olivia, he needed Y/n.

It was bothering him that he couldn’t find the girl when she normally was always around him.

All of sudden she went from being on his arm, to barely coming to visit him in his chambers. She only came when she was needed or asked to do a task.

He also didn’t like how close she was getting with Mariah. Don’t get him wrong, she was one of his royal advisors, but he felt like she had something up her sleeves whenever he saw her around Y/n.

All he needed was his cute little Y/n to be by his side during this. He wanted her..no NEEDED her. She was his everything. He was everything she was and more.

So when he got her alone earlier, he couldn't help himself. She was dressed up to cutely, he wanted to just take her right there. But no, he had to control himself, he knew she was questioning his love for her.

So he had to make his move tonight.

“Hol horse.” He called, a blonde male appeared at his side and tilted his hat towards him.

“Yes, Lord Dio? You need me?” He asked in a southern drawl-like accent. Dio nodded.

“Have you seen Y/n? I need to ask her a question.”

“Yeah, Last I saw ‘er she was with that Joestar prince.”

This made Dio sit up from his seat surrounded by piers. “Excuse me?” He asked, insinuating for him to speak again. Hol Horse nodded.

“Oh yea! Me and Vanilla were greeting the guests like ya told us to do when we saw her arguing with Olivia ‘bout something, she then went to the balcony with that Joestar prince.”

Dio stood up from his seat and motioned for Pucci to follow him, the priest sighed as he knew where this was going. Hol Horse watched as the male angrily marched off, leaving confused guests around him.

Dio made his way through the crowd and to the balcony with Pucci in tow with him.

His beloved little pet, seen around with that Joestar may give people the wrong idea.

Y/n meant a lot to him and to hear her being around Jotaro made his anger nearly boil over.

He couldn’t stand that damned Joestar bastard, he couldn’t stand any of them. They always made themselves out to be better than him. Dio built his empire out of nothing, while theirs was passed down to them by that annoyed bastard Jonathan.

He wished that old fuck would die off already..

But that was besides the point. When he reached a certain spot in the crowd he looked around and his eyes widened. Hol Horse was not lying to him at all.

His Y/n was in the arms of that damned bastard of a Prince. He appeared to be telling her something, and she smiled in response to it. Pucci bumped into the back of Dio, peering behind him he saw what he saw and cleared his throat.

“Would you like me to go talk to her, My Lord?”

Dio was speechless, and appeared hurt?.. That was an emotion the Lord had not felt since his late mother passed, and that was years ago. So why was he so hurt seeing Y/n with another male?

She was just another servant he played around with, well she was playing hard to get that is. Much different than anyone who came before and after her.

Dio snapped back to reality and simply nodded to Pucci.

He was not going to let her fall through his fingers that easily.

—-(back to our beloved y/n)-----

You allowed yourself to be held by Prince Jotaro for a little longer as he told you more about his Kingdom.

He told you how he inherited the throne from his Grandfather, King Joseph, as his mother willingly gave up the throne to him. He explained how he had a great love for the ocean and that he often spent much time beside the shore.

“That sounds wonderful, I’ve never seen the ocean before..” You admit and the prince gives you a soft smile.

“Perhaps I could show you one day...it’s really beautiful...a really peaceful sight.” He responded and you nodded along.

Prince Jotaro seemed like a sweetheart. He was a bit on the quiet side, but listening to him it seemed like he really cared for his family a lot. He spoke of his citizens in a nice way and really seemed to enjoy ruling alongside his family.

You told him how you only had your mother, who was sickly and that’s how you ended up working under Dio. Jotaro chuckles as you told him that your mother wanted you to work for his family instead. “Well I can still arrange that...Your mother seems like she cares for you..” He says and you shake your head.

“I couldn’t your highness, you’re already helping me leave, that would be ask-”

“Miss Y/n. There you are.”

You turned your head to see Pucci, Dio’s right hand man walking up. You sigh and pull yourself from Jotaro’s warm embrace, turning to face him.

“Yes Pucci? Is there something you need?” You questioned, clearly annoyed that he interrupted the conversation with the prince.

“Lord Dio requests your presence.”

“Oh does he now?”

Pucci seemed taken aback by the snarky reply but shook his head, “Yes, He wants to see you now. It’s an urgent matter.”

You felt your anger bubbling up in your body and you felt yourself about to yell but Evan slid in between the two of you. “Pucci~ It’s been a while hasn’t it?” She quickly says, stepping directly in front of you. Pucci groaned at the bubbly girl.

“Move out the way Evan. My Lord requires his servants presence.”

“God, his servant? No addressing by first names? Or is that reserved for that little miss Olivia he’s been fucking huh?” She snarks, crossing her arms, earning a shocked expression from Pucci.

“How do you-"

His eyes quickly averted to yours and you glared back at him.

You knew everything.

“Because word gets around~. We all knew Dio was a lying, cheating, no good bastard but damn I didn’t think he was gonna hop on the pussy train that quickly."

Evan's vulgar words caught you off guard, but you snickered a bit seeing Pucci's shocked face and Prince Jotaro shaking his head.

"Ooo! Ooo! Wait! Or as it because Y/n wouldn’t sleep with him~? Or was it the fact that Y/n reminded him or dear 'ol Isabel~” She pressed, and that got a response from Pucci.

"Don't you dare mention that Broad in this estate ever again! She is nothing her!"

Evan only smirked at him loosing his cool and waved bye grabbing your hand.

“Anyways. Tell Dio if he wants to see Lady Y/n, it’ll have to be on her own terms~! Bye bye~”

Evan snatches you away with Prince Jotaro following close behind leaving a confused Pucci on the balcony. Evan was angrily muttering to herself as Jotaro walked along side her.

“Evan..calm down-”

“I AM CALM YOUR MAJESTY!”

“....”

“Sorry…i just fucking despise that blonde bitch and his dick riding subordinates.”

You chuckled at Evan’s angry as you were pulled through the crowd. Once you reached outside the grand ballroom, You were greeted by Mariah.

Mariah smiled at you, “Well, it seems you are acquainted with those two. What took so long?” Evan groaned.

“Enrico dickriding Pucci,” She barks before looking over at You. She then sighs before placing her hands on your shoulders.

"I can sense that you're not ready to go yet...are you Y/n?"

Jotaro speaks up from behind Evan. You looked over at him and sighed, "I-i want to...but I need answers..especially after seeing his reaction to Evan mentioning Isabel.."

Jotaro seems to look off to the side, "Yea..Izzy was really important to all of us."

Evan looks at you dead in the eyes, "We don't want you to become another her. God we don't want that. Isabel wanted answers too.."

"And she ended up six feet fucking under." Jotaro muttered.

Evan then lets go of your shoulders. "Me and Jotaro are staying here until you feel like it's safe enough to leave. I overheard your arguement with Olivia that Lord Dio wants to meet with you tonight..right?"

Mariah raises an eyebrow, "Y/n...why does he want to meet you?"

You look at Mariah, "He wants...He.." Evan pulls you into a hug and finished your sentence. "He want's to fuck her and use her since Olivia is mad at him right now."

"Are you seriou-"

“So you’re really gonna leave because Lord Dio doesn’t love you anymore?”

The four of you turned to see Olivia standing there, anger plastered on her face.

Evan nearly screamed at her, but Jotaro slammed a hand over her mouth before words could leave her lips.

You didn't look at her and Olivia just smirked at you.

“You’re pitiful, you know that Y/n. You’re mad that Lord Dio chose someone else, so you think running off to another kingdom will save your little emotions.” She insulted and then looked over at Mariah.

"The only reason Mariah is helping you is because you remind her of that whore of a best friend that died."

You looked over to Mariah who was now looking down at the ground. Evan got out of Jotaro’s grasp and put her hands around her best friend. “You shut your goddamn mouth whore!” She yelled at her, Olivia only laughed at Evan.

"You'll be just like her if you continue to chase after Dio." Jotaro spoke up, Olivia only rolled her eyes at his words.

“Gosh you’re all so pathetic. Have fun in the Joestar kingdom. You’re never gonna find another male who makes you feel like lord Dio made you.”

“You’re gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that high, chasing after that dream of feeling special to someone else and you’ll never get it. How can you feel special without him?”

You turned on your heel and moved to leave out, Evan following behind with Mariah. Jotaro soon followed behind you.

You chose to ignore her, because deep down you knew you were going to be special to someone again.

You didn’t want to follow her up because you knew her time was coming, she was gonna be replaced soon enough, and when that happened.

You hoped that you could be there so you could laugh at her failure.

Right now you needed to leave and clear your head, to really decide if it was worth it to get answers out of him.

Olivia seemed upset that you turned your back on her, she growled and stomped her foot. “DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME Y/N! YOU’LL NEVER BE ANYTHING TO ANYONE!!” She yelled out.

“YOU HEAR ME!? YOU’RE NOTHING!! YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ANYONE!!”

“YOU’RE NOTHING!!”

Olivia was left screaming at nothing as she watched you walk away with The Prince and his advisor. She let out a scream of frustration and ran back into the ball room.

Olivia walked over to her fellow maids and plopped down in her seat angrily. One of them, a kind girl named Rose, asked her what was wrong. “That bitch Y/n just left!” She snapped at her and Rose gasped.

“W-wait. What do you mean she left!?” Rose whisper/yelled, knowing that Vanilla Ice, who was standing close by could possibly hear.

But Olivia could care less at this moment, she was more mad at the fact you turned your back on her. How dare you turn your back on the future queen of this land!?

“She left. She was jealous of my relationship with Lord Dio and got all pissy and upset. She decided to leave with Prince Kujo”

“Prince Kujo? Man she’s lucky..” Another one of the maids said.

“Oh yea..very lucky, that man is so handsome and big..”

“Rumor has it he’s packing downstairs too!”

“Well it has to match the body!”

“Are you guys serious right now!? She just left Lord Dio!!” Olivia snapped again, this time catching the attention of Vanilla Ice.

One of the other maids shrugged, “And?”

“And?? What do you mean AND!?”

That same maid looked at all the others, “We all know Lord Dio is only going to choose one person, so why not leave for someone you know is going to have you as their number one instead number twelve?” She says and the others nod.

Olivia just scoffs and sits back in her seat, “You all have all lost your minds.” She muttered.

Vanilla Ice, who was listening in to their conversation and quickly went to Lord Dio, who had long gone to his quarters.

He could hear him yelling and tossing things about in his room from here so he knew that the news he had to tell him was not going to make things any better.

Opening the door, Vanilla saw Pucci standing beside Dio who was pissed to say the least. “My Lord.” Vanilla starts, and Dio looks at him. “What do you want, Vanilla? Can’t you see that I'm talking with Pucci?!” He barks and Vanilla utters out an apology before continuing.

“Yes My lord, I apologize, but it seems Miss Y/n has left the building.”

Dio froze in his spot. “Excuse me? She what?” He asked, coming closer to him. “She what!?” He yelled and Vanilla sighed. “I don’t know where she has gone, but I overheard some of the other maids talking about it.”

Dio slammed his fist into his dresser before letting out a loud yell, “Cancel this event! I want everyone out!” He orders and the two males nod before quickly leaving.

Dio runs a hand through his hair as a groan falls from his lips. How could he let you slip through his fingers so easily? You were his and his alone, no one else's.

He made sure that you had anything you wanted, that you were by his side 24/7. So why the hell were you gone?

Dio sits down on his bed and decides to make a plan, but while he’s thinking, his mind can’t help but go to the time where you first came to work for him…

It was about half a year ago when he first laid eyes on you. You were in a new line up servants brought to the castle. You were bright eyes and bushy tailed, never having a problem with following an order that he gave.’

Whenever he sent you out on errands you came back as fast as possible, always coming back with what he needed and more.

You never complained or was disrespectful to him, you were perfect.

Dio always had plans to pursue you from the moment he gazed upon you, he’d dream of having you beside him, being his wife/queen and only being his.

Dio was attracted to the way that you carried yourself, you didn’t fall for his advances so easily like many who came before you. You were humble and never asked for much from the male. And that was what drew Dio close to you.

Not only that, you reminded him of his dear Isabel.

So head strong...so disobedient. When all he wanted was to give her the world...

He could have any woman he wanted, he had daughters of many nobles waiting in line to be his wife, but he was chasing behind you, a lowly servant.

So to try and get a reaction out of you, he brought in Olivia, She was the daughter of a nobleman Dio did business with. Olivia was far from what Dio wanted in a woman, she was whiny, too clingy and wasn’t very helpful.

All she wanted was the title of queen, she was after the riches and nothing else. Dio knew this very well, and thinking that him having a relationship with her would make you jealous. He thought you would get possessive over him and come show everyone who he truly belonged too.

But he was wrong, that seemed to only chase you away from him. And the annoying bitch didn’t make it any better, rubbing it in her face, especially when word got out amongst servants that he had slept with her.

And how in the hell did that damned Joestar know!? His royal advisor better be lucky he wasn't there or else she would've been dead.

He was pacing back and forth when he heard the door creak open, he turned to see Rose, she was one of the older maids around here. She was practically shaking as if something had happened to her.

“Lord Dio, I have something to tell you.” She says, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

“Speak then. Though I should punish you for entering unannounced.”

Rose let out a squeak of fear before answering.

“M-miss Y/n left with P-prince Jotaro…”

Dio stood up off his bed, the poor maid didn't even have time to react before Dio had a hand around her throat. She couldn't even scream as he was crushing her neck.

"SHE WHAT!?"

Rose could only scream in pain before he dropped her to the ground.

"Speak dammit!? My Y/n is where!?" He yelled and Rose's hand went to her throat, she cried as she backed up against the wall to get away from Dio's wrath.

"S-someone s-saw he leave with the Prince and his advisor! Olivia w-went to try and stop her...but she left..." She croaked out. She jumped in fear that Dio was going to hit her again but instead He yelled for Pucci.

The priest walked in to see Dio in a rage, and see Rose on the floor in pain.

Dio turned to Pucci and pointed.

"Search every part of this damned kingdom until my y/n is brought back to me."

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May or may not be continued..it was a fic idea i just had to get out of my head! But if you all enjoy it then I will continue it! For the next fic it'll be either Obey Me or another JJba one! Idk yet. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed~

evan out~!

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#jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jjba au #dio jjba #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba scenarios #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #lxve's writings ^~^

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soyhasmcaamp · 8 days

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I have been listening to "Servant of evil" a bit lately and I've thought about a little base for a velvet and vox twins/siblings AU. I still need to work on it but it might be my most thought out AU do far (that I've actually openly shared).

Vox canonically died in like the 1950's and we don't really know velvets death date, but I've seen someone say that she probably died around the 2000's or 2010's ish. In this AU they were born in the 1940's and died around the late 2000's early 2010's.

They were born in London to an almost-famous couple, a fashion model mother who later also started blogging her modeling journey on the internet and a tv host and sometimes-part-time-actor father.

Sometime in the later 1980's their father wanted them all to move to America, but the mother was strongly against it, since she had build her entire career in London and wasn't about to give it up at it's peak. They had a big argument that ended in a divorce and split custody over vox and vel. Vel stayed with their mother and vox went with their father to America. Vox and Vel still kept In contact and send each other messages and kept each other updated on what their parents were doing. Both of them later got into their respective parents' jobs, velvet becoming a fashion model and designer and vox a known tv host. Though their ways kinda parted when they became adults, they still texted from Time to time and vox followed velvets blog about her life as a model and designer, and velvet watched vox's shows whenever she could.

(I don't have much of an idea as to how they both would die in this AU, but i think it would be funny to make them die in a similar way. Like, a light on set falling on vox and a light on stage falling on velvet, both during a show. I think I wanna make vox die a few years before velvet, maybe 5 or so years before her. )

After they both die and find each other again, not recognizing each other at first but then quickly connecting the dots of their behavior and appearance, they both start to climb up the ranks to become overlords, later together with val which vel only tolerates because he makes vox happy after the old ass radio fucker went and broke his heart and because she's a good twin sister, but they never reveal their relationship as siblings to anyone, not even val. They know that hell is cruel and any kind of affection will be used against you in some way, so they keep it a secret. Not really hard considering their bickering and insulting each other which, from afar, makes it seem like they barely tolerate each other. That couldn't be farther from the truth though, they'd both happily risk their life to protect the other from harm.

The AU itself doesn't have much to do with the song but I imagine Vox's love for vel in this to be just as strong as lens love for Rin is in this song. And the song makes me wish for so much more vox and vel content in s2, i need to see their relationship up close. They have such power duo potential and I hope it won't be wasted.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin vox #velvete #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #vel and vox as siblings #i kinda made some tgings up on the spot #but most things i have been thinking of for a bit #Spotify

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yourunhingedgirlfriend · 1 year

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Disclaimer: All info posted here comes from their respective creator itself so yes, its legit and not just part of my imagination 💯

Interview Rules:

The interviewer can only ask 10 questions.

The interviewer cannot force an answer out of anyone.

The participant has the right not to elaborate their answer.

CW: Long post ahead / Interviewer being a Ketamine simp / Gavin's surprise cameo

Interviewer: Hi Guys! I hope you're doing well today. Thank you for participating on this social experi- *coughs* interview. Btw, you can call me CC, I'm your interrogator today sent by your beloved MC, so please cooperate :) Are we ready? Lets start:

Question No 1: Aside for being a yandere, whats your dream job/profession?

❤️ Casanova: I wanted to be a chef for the longest time, but i’m happy with my job as an organ harvester!

🕊️ Krow: I-I actually like m-my job as a f-forensics cleaner but... I-I'd love to b-be a stay at home s-spouse a-and just do a-art.

🔪 Ezra: I actually really enjoy my current job. I've had it for going on... 7 years now? Almost 8. (Interviewer: Can we ask what your job is? No? Okay. *thumbs up* bish i value my life more)

🔥 Harper: Hmm, if I had to pick any kind of job, maybe a pyrotechnic?

💐 Keith: To become a plant biologist.

🎮 Tenebris: Be a musician.

🖥️ Virgil: My dream profession is to be Game Developer, I enjoy video games and I have always wanted to make a game for others to enjoy, and so that’s why I’m taking classes of game development.

🎤 Adam: I already have my dream job. Although, I did often think about becoming a vet as a kid. Sometimes I wonder how life would've turned out had I pursued that career instead of singing.

🐕 Henry: I’m not sure! I’ll probably do whatever Buttercup ends up doing!

Interviewer: Atleast some of you love their job *sigh* Me? I just want to be a cat, no work, just meow meow *defeated sigh* Back to the topic at hand:

Question No 2: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (Vacation or permanently)

❤️ Casanova: Barcelona, that’s where i was born and it’s really pretty there

🕊️ Krow: Ah! I-India! I-I'm Indian but... I-I actually don't know m-much about my heritage. I... w-wanna go s-see the land of m-my culture. W-with Dove too o-of course!

🔪 Ezra: Hmm... Anywhere with my Sugarsnap? If that's not too cheesy I suppose. But outside of that I'd like to visit Blaire's extended family in Vietnam.

🔥 Harper: I’m definitely more a big city kind of guy, so I’m pretty happy living where I am… To visit though? Hmm… Somewhere with some snowy mountains maybe, do some snowboarding, chill by a fire with some hot cocoa? Yeah, that sounds nice..

💐 Keith: It will be Kristenbosh National Botanical Garden.

🎮 Tenebris: My old home probably.

🖥️ Virgil: I’ve always wanted to go Iceland for vacation

🎤 Adam: As long as I'm by your (MC) side, it doesn't matter where I'm at~

🐕 Henry: Anywhere where Buttercup is good with me! But if we could both go somewhere, Disneyland might be fun!

Interviewer: So if MC just dissapear out of nowhere, thats the list of places where we can found them? Hmm ..

Question No 3: Song that you will sing to MC if given a chance.

❤️ Casanova: baby - eslabon armado

🕊️ Krow: Uhhh... uhhh... I-I guess... T-Together Forever would be c-cute...

🔪 Ezra: A few different songs, most notably... We'll never have sex by Leith Ross, Let you break my heart again by Laufey & Philharmonia or Habits by Genevieve Stokes. I just want sugar to know I want them for more than... anything. I love their heart and soul, it's not physical for me. Though I do find them incredibly attractive.

🔥 Harper: Actually sing myself?... Umm.. Maybe either Day 1 or No Song Without You, both by Honne?

💐 Keith: Can't Help Falling in Love

🎮 Tenebris: Trust by 7 Seconds

🖥️ Virgil: Rises the Moon, it’s a comfort song of mine, my mum sings this to me and my younger siblings when we were little, by then whenever my mother is busy, I sing the song to my siblings. And Hopefully, I can sing it to my beloved, as a way to help them if they need comfort.

🎤 Adam: *fidgeting because he's written one song in particular that he'd love for MC to hear but is worried that MC will wind up hating it*

🐕 Henry: The Promise by When in Rome! It’s our song!

Interviewer: *secretly adding all the songs to their playlist*

Question No 4: Name one food that you will never ever eat.

❤️ Casanova: Mac and cheese, i fucking hate mac and cheese.

🕊️ Krow: I-I'm never... eating b-bland... white people c-cooking EVER a-again.

🔪 Ezra: Beans on toast. I just don't particularly like beans. Or sweet potatoes.

🔥 Harper: Ugh… Raisins

💐 Keith: Rabbit meat.

🎮 Tenebris: Anything with bugs.

🖥️ Virgil: Anything fish related, I do not like fish, but if someone ever served me, I would just suck it up and eat.

🎤 Adam: *doing 5 stages of disgusted face known to humankind* Anything from Saffrons freezer. (Interviewer: Time to raid Saffron's freezer hehehe)

🐕 Henry: I can’t bring myself to eat cauliflower. It's so bland!

Interviewer: *proceed to eat Mac & Cheese to spite Nova* I dont trust people who hates Mac & Cheese.

Question No 5: This would be a little bit of personal, so you have a choice not to answer this okay? Whats your most treasured possession?

❤️ Casanova: Mi vida’s house key, of course! it’s a little mangled bc i keep chewing on it though.

🕊️ Krow: Oh... w-well... t-this pendant is... p-precious but... well... I-I actually don't have m-many possessions. S-so... everything I have has m-meaning. (Interviewer: I can be your possession Krow)

🔪 Ezra: Eliana gave me a tie she made back in elementary school. Neither of our dads are in the picture so she gave it to me instead. I still wear it to work sometimes. (Interviewer: *starts crying bc this answer is so precious*)

🔥 Harper: This lighter here, we have a bit of history together~

💐 Keith: A bonsai tree I got from my father and I had for 7 years.

🎮 Tenebris: My guitar.

🖥️ Virgil: My necklace, it’s a gift from my dad.

🎤 Adam: You (MC). But if we're talking about an item...*he tugs on his earring*

🐕 Henry: A picture / polaroid of me + Buttercup as kids! (though, I do have more updated ones too…)

Interviewer: I am suprised no one answered MC's nose hair or whatever. Hmm.. Im not fully convinced but I will trust you on this one.

Question No 6: Nosy ask, whats your phone wallpaper right now?

❤️ Casanova: a photo of mi vida in the middle of taking their meds!

🕊️ Krow: D-Dove let us t-take a selfie! I-it's so cute aaaa--

🔪 Ezra: I managed to snap a photo of Sugar and Ellie cuddled up on the couch after a movie night once. I've never before felt so much love swelling in my chest. It almost hurt.

🔥 Harper: *proudly present his phone* 1st is my lockscreen and 2nd is my Homescreen. I took it myself..

💐 Keith: A pair of white lilies (Why is this the most normal answer on this whole interview?)

🎮 Tenebris: We share the same phone, so a pair of white lillies also.

🖥️ Virgil: Pixel art of my beloved Galaxy and my puppy Scott, aren’t they so cute in pixel form? (Interviewer: Scotty baby *coos at the phone* )

🎤 Adam: My home screen is of YOU (MC). My lock screen is of a stray kitten I found on my way to the studio that Ethans younger brother ended up taking in. (Interviewer: Do you have any other pics of the kitten? *cat lady vibes intensifies*)

🐕 Henry: A picture of Buttercup sleeping! How’d I get it? (Note: Its in a modern Au bc mobile phone with camera is not yet invented on Henry's time)

Interviewer: MC supremacy yass! If only some surgeon named Ketamine Yetrovzski use my photo as his wallpaper *coughs* (Ketamine shouting "NO" can be heard in the background but still here supporting the interviewer, this fuckin tsundere)

Question No 7: If you could appear in any popular movie/anime/book, which one would you choose?

❤️ Casanova: hmm, i would say the hp lovecraft series! hate the guy but i’m a major monster fucker

🕊️ Krow: Umm... I... I-I wanna be in a Jane A-Austen book. As a p-protagonist. N-no matter what... t-they marry happily in t-the end.

🔪 Ezra: Well... I guess... I'm not sure. I've never really thought about it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I can't imagine my life without Eliana and I don't want to be anywhere without my sugarcube.

🔥 Harper: Ah.. thats a hard one.. If I get powers n shit and I’m not just a normal person maybe Jujutsu Kaisen?... Tbh I play more games than I do watch or read anything haha..

💐 Keith: Sherlock Holmes, because solving murder cases looks like fun. So does creating the perfect murder. *a sudden smoke appear near Keith for dramatic effect*

🎮 Tenebris: Inuyasha. I really want a Kagome. (Interviewer putting their Kagome costume)

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm that’s a tough one… Haha I couldn’t think of anything right now.

🎤 Adam: Death note, the anime. I think I could do a lot better with that notebook than light Yagami did. (Hermit, the creator, rolls their eyes behind the scenes and Adam glaring daggers to Hermit)

🐕 Henry: The Princess Bride! That movie is practically about me + Buttercup.

Interviewer: Im with Harper on this one. JJK so I cant prevent Nanami and Nobara Shibuya Arc huhuhu.

Question No 8 : What are some habits you have? Any strange ones?

❤️ Casanova: I tend to scratch at my braces when i’m trying to focus, often i’d end up chewing on my fingers.

🕊️ Krow: Uhh.... I... bite my h-hands... a lot. It's... a comfort t-thing. S-sometimes my forearms too. I-I guess I also make the same expression a-as to what I'm d-drawing.

🔪 Ezra: When eating food like burgers or sandwiches I eat around the edge and then eat the center last. Um... I also tend to rub things with my fingertips when I don't know what to do with my hands. I'm almost always touching my nails absent-mindedly.

🔥 Harper: I have a habit of scratching my fingertips, especially when I’m nervous… Its kinda a bad habit, sometimes I scratch em a little raw.

💐 Keith: Buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt sleeve when Im bored or nervous.

🎮 Tenebris: Leaving my things all over the bed

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm, whenever I play a video game that has levels right? And I messed up one thing, I restart the level. Don’t know why, I just like to go through the levels smoothly. It’s pretty frustrating if you ask me ahaha

🎤 Adam: I don't have any strange habits. I'm just a normal guy. (Someone shouts LIAR and its not Hermit, i swear. Or maybe?)

🐕 Henry: Hmmm…I have really bad sleeping habits if I’m being honest! I’m lucky if I can get 3 hours of sleep at night. As for strange ones, nope, I’m perfectly normal! (now the interviewer is also shouting LIAR)

Interviewer: That was the biggest lie Ive ever heard in my entire life Henry. *headache incoming* No one is normal here. Im not even normal smh.

Question No 9: This question was submitted by Gavin Hyeon of Camp Willlow Peak. Its time to test your flirting skill, give me one pick up line that you will probably use when flirting with MC. Gavin said he is watching you right now.

❤️ Casanova: if you were a heart i’d eat you out!

🕊️ Krow: N-no wonder i-it's overcast t-today. All t-the colors are in y-your eyes.

🔪 Ezra: Sometimes I wonder what good deed I did to deserve such a perfect soul like you to enter my life.

🔥 Harper: Pickup lines really aren’t my thing… Gavin did write down this one for me once though… Lets see it’s here somewhere…” *digs through his pockets and pulls out a piece of scrap paper* “Here it is… ‘Hey baby… You got any Italian in you?.. No?... Do you want some?’ …… I don’t get it 😐 *Gavin cheering in the background*

💐 Keith: Im really not a fan of pickup lines, but okay, "You're sweet enough to give me diabetes".

🎮 Tenebris: Tie your shoelaces, I don't want you falling for someone else!" (Legend says that until now, Tenebris is still waiting for MC to wear shoelaces and for them to be untied.)

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmm let me go grab my telescope, so I can admire the beautiful star.

🎤 Adam: *combusts into one giant human blush* (Hermit doing a voice over: He can only flirt on the fly. If he has to think his actions through he'll get self conscious and overheat from overthinking it)

🐕 Henry: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together!

Interviewer: *currently helping Gavin to write his will of testament before he becomes Gavin Flavored Toasted Marshmallow, recipe by Harper*

Question No 10: This would be the last question, and I want to thank you again for giving me a chance to interview you. Before we end this, do you have anything you want to say to the people reading this?

❤️ Casanova: if you ever need fresh organs without having to do it yourself contact valentine’s anatomy distribution! we have a wide selection available, and if you’re a fellow yandere homie you get a discount!

🕊️ Krow: Uhh, well? I-I guess... t-thank you for... f-finding me interesting.

🔪 Ezra: Not particularly. I'm not sure why Lilith arranged the interview but I don't mind answering questions. I should probably head back into work soon though... Oh, I will say this. Thank you for coming into my life Sugar, I didn't think I could love someone like I love you.

🔥 Harper: .. Unshrimp your fucking backs, love you~

💐 Keith: Um, hello. I hope my answers weren't too boring.

🎮 Tenebris: No? I don't know 'em.

🖥️ Virgil: Hello everyone, I hope all of you have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, make sure to take care of yourselves or else I will if you don’t mind hehe~

🎤 Adam: Is...YOU (MC) reading this? Because if you are, I hope to see you again really soon~

🐕 Henry: You guys are kinda weird for wanting an interview! I’m not quite sure what else to say though!

Interviewer: And that would be all. Thank you to our lovely guests for joining us today. And here is the bribe. List of all 2d characters MC currently simping for. Do what you want with that info.

Interviewer: Hi Hi guys! Again, CC here. Thank you again for entertaining this interview. To end this, may we ask for a few advices you can give for those aspiring artist out there or those who want to create their own vn.

NOVA belongs to @cannibalsweetheart : if you’re starting a project don’t feel unmotivated if you don’t get a lot of traction in the first few weeks, building a platform takes time, but soon enough you’ll gain an audience! (Demo link here)

Krow belongs to @thekrows-nest : While I don't have immediate plans for a VN (despite folks begging for it), for artist stuff, keep experimenting and trying out things. Don't be afraid to go to friends for advice. (:

Ezra belongs to @restartheartvn : lshdfksdfhj okay for my answer! My advice? Don't make something for other people. Make what YOU want to see. Make something that YOU are interested in. If you like... make something that you don't love and enjoy making people can tell. It doesn't come off as genuine and you'll burn out that way. Don't think about numbers or anything like that. Make stuff because it makes you happy. I make Restart Heart because I love my little passion project. I love it so much I get my nails done to match my game and spend most of the day thinking about it. I would still be making Restart Heart if no one played. Make something that you would want to make even if no one saw. Even if you were the only person in the world who loves it, make it because it brings you happiness. Sorry if that's cheesy or like super standard but it's genuine. (Demo link here)

Harper belongs to @campwillowpeak : Hmmm, other than the good ol’ practice practice practice?…Try and remember to have fun yeah? Don’t focus on numbers, yeah everyone wants more eyes on their work, thats normal, but if you focus only on how big you are you’re gonna burn out and get discouraged, stuff like that takes time, consistency, and a little bit of luck. In the meantime just have fun and make friends! Besides, people can tell if you’re trying to force it, an audience’ll more often stay if they can tell you’re legitimately having fun! And never just look at where you are now… Look at how far you’ve come from too!~

Keith & Tenebris belongs to @dualityvn : Make sure you set realistic goals for yourself. Taking on too many tasks and planning a project that is bigger than what you can currently manage can be your downfall. Stay positive and always create the things you yourself love! (Demo link here)

Virgil belongs to @wouldyoustayvn : Take your time! There’s no need to rush to make the game quickly! Make sure to take breaks!))

Adam belongs to @unknownhermit : Please get a good chair. It'll help in the long run when you're often crouched over your desk for hours on end. Don't be like me who hovers over my desk like a hermit crab shell.😅 Second thing is to just have fun creating and don't worry about what others think! I used to obsessively worry if my work was good enough and wound up never releasing it because I got self conscious. It wasn't until YOU and HIM that I actually had fun with what I was doing and I think that translated into my work. Create to create for yourself. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks because it's important to create what you love and are passionate about. And I'm sure a lot of us would love to see what sorts of things you'll come up with. 💙 (Demo link here)

Henry belongs to @homecomingvn : Ahh, I’m a really bad person to ask for advice if I’m being honest! I guess all I can really say is that no matter how silly you think your idea is, there will be an audience for it! It can be scary to put yourself out there, but honestly, this community is so incredibly supportive + I’ve met some amazing people here! Also, I’d recommend keeping various docs about your project! It’s nice to have it all in one (or 3 + a google slides in my case) place so you can have a clear idea about your wip + its characters. And lastly, be prepared for people to be horny! ^^ (okay, you dont have to call me out >…< will still send horny ask bc someone needs to 😙)

Just a little self indulgent ramblings. I dont know if anyone already know about this game, but one of my moots recommended this, its DONT LOOK VN and I tell you, its so good. The story premise, the creepy atmosphere and the voice acting are all on point. They have on going Kickstarter and they only have 8 days left to reach the goal. This is my way of helping since im unable to pledge bc the banks here in the country im currently residing are shitty and they keep declining, so please if you have means to support, please do. Lets help them to reach their goals.

Here is the link of the demo also and their socials:

Kickstarter | Demo | Twitter | Tumblr

DO IT FOR CHESTER!!

#camp willowpeak #restart heart #cannibal sweetheart #yandere #duality keith #duality tenebris #yandere male #the krow's nest #you and him #would you stay vn #homecoming vn #Yandere Interview #dont look vn #Please support Dont Look Vn

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nightprompts · 2 years

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&. 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken the first 3 volumes of the spy x family manga by tatsuya endo. feel free to change how you seem fit. )

❛ a spy who loses his cool is a spy who’s about to lose his life. ❜

❛ a father is just another role to play. and i will play it to perfection. ❜

❛ you’ll be my child from now on. but as far as everyone else is concerned, you have always been my child. ❜

❛ it’s not an adventure, it’s just shopping. ❜

❛ i want a silenced pistol! ❜

❛ if we see one on sale. ❜

❛ holding hands will impair my ability to react to an enemy attack, but i suppose there’s no way around it... ❜

❛ ooh, a bakery! i love bacon! ❜

❛ just don’t get attached, all right? never ends well. ❜

❛ i thought living with a spy would be cooler. i wanna disarm bombs and stuff. ❜

❛ making a world where kids don’t need to cry... that was the whole reason i became a spy in the first place. ❜

❛ if you want to have any semblance of a normal life, you leave me the hell alone. ❜

❛ i want to go home! with you, papa! ❜

❛ and now i’m falling asleep in front of other people? i have to pull myself together! ❜

❛ there’s no way around it then. i’ll go find a wife. ❜

❛ may i have the honor of taking your life? ❜

❛ you’ve been staring at me since i walked in. can i help you with something? ❜

❛ your pretend boyfriend? ❜

❛ so this must be what ‘ordinary’ looks like. ❜

❛ to endure such a harsh job for the sake of another, for the sake of something greater than oneself... that isn’t something that just anyone would do. ❜

❛ i know this isn’t the best time to ask, but... will you marry me? ❜

❛ instead of parting ways, what would you say to remaining together as an actual married couple for both our sakes? ❜

❛ this is the only man i may ever meet who could possibly accept me as i am. ❜

❛ for better or worse, for richer of poorer, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, i pledge myself to you. ❜

❛ the people look like trash from up here. ❜

❛ papa and mama are gonna kiss! ❜

❛ this sensation... i know it well. there’s no mistaking it. someone’s watching us! ❜

❛ everything will be okay. don’t be scared. ❜

❛ for the first time in over a decade as a spy... i’m actually nervous! ❜

❛ a spy never relies upon anyone but himself. and a spy never plans for any outcome but the worst. that said, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to feel just a tiny bit— ❜

❛ i know that this family is just for appearances, but i still feel like i want to be a better mother to that girl. ❜

❛ i love my strong, cool mama! ❜

❛ yeah, that anxiety’s not going anywhere. ❜

❛ so she’s the first to fall for my charms. she’s got taste, i’ll give her that. ❜

❛ i just held out my hand, and... he walked into it. ❜

❛ you and i should be best friends. after all, i’m the only one who knows how great you are! ❜

❛ why do i always get so tongue-tied when she looks at me? why does my heart start beating so loud? ❜

❛ i’m sorry for hitting you yesterday! i really just want to be your friend! ❜

❛ you are the mother in the family now, and i rely on you to be everything that i’m not. ❜

❛ i wonder how i’d feel if i had a real family? ❜

❛ everyone has a secret self they don’t show to other people. not to friends, not to lovers, not even to family. ❜

❛ i forgot that i had forgotten to tell you i got married! ❜

❛ close your eyes, darling. i’m coming in. ❜

❛ i’m just relieved he didn’t figure out our marriage is a sham. ❜

❛ when was the last time i was envious of other people? ❜

❛ g’morbingh. ❜

❛ if you value your life, never trust anyone. that’s just how people like you and me gotta live. ❜

❛ i’m really glad i married you. ❜

❛ we never did anything to celebrate our fake one-year anniversary. we should buy a cake or something. ❜

❛ you... protected me? are you... nice? ❜

❛ i can use my power... to help people? ❜

#spy x family #sentence starters #anime prompts #manga prompts #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #inbox memes #ask memes #tv #anime

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hayleysmuses · 2 years

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~Starter~

( @hardheadedbighearted, for Jaune)

“Oh, did you have to bring your knife?”

Isaac gave his brother a flat look. “You brought yours.”

“A pocketknife used for camping and other related activities is far different than a switchblade that I know you’ve used for...non-camping-related activities, Isaac!” David pointed out. “Besides, you know if his mother sees you with that, she’ll be a lot less inclined to let him spend the day with us.”

With an annoyed sigh, Isaac flipped the blade back into the knife and tucked it into his pocket. “Just making sure, you both know he’s not a little kid anymore, right? He’s not gonna...I don’t know, faint at the sight of a sharpened blade, or whatever.”

“I’m aware of that!” David said, expression falling for a moment. “Even if it’s so hard to imagine. It feels like only yesterday we were meeting that soft, little bundle of fur for the first time in the hospital!”

“Psh, yeah, how’d’you think my old ass is feeling over here?” Isaac asked, before he reached over to pull the other man into a headlock. “I remember when I was meeting this bundle of fur for the first time in the hospital!”

David laughed and pushed him back. “Hey, come on now, you’re barely older than I am!”

“I still remember!”

With another laugh, David straightened himself out. “Well, regardless, we should probably stop chatting for now and actually get to the front door. Otherwise we won’t get to actually see the grown-up bundle of fur we both met in the hospital!”

“Eh, with all the kids in the house, they’re bound to have noticed we were here by this point,” Isaac pointed out in return. “And if they haven’t...well, what’s the rush?”

They came to a stop in front of the door, and Isaac leaned against the side of the house. “Not really in much of a mood to have Jaune’s folks chew our ear off about how little we visit the squirt anymore,” he said. “I mean, it’s not like we don’t have jobs or lives of our own or anything like that. Nah, we just refuse to visit simply because we hate him. That’s the logical conclusion, right?”

And now it was David’s turn to give his brother a flat look. “While I don’t disagree with you about not preferring to hear a lecture about how we could stand to visit our brother a little more, I can understand her point of view about us not setting aside enough time for our visits.”

“Yeah, well, unless you wanna spill the beans about my line of work, she’s gonna have to deal with it.”

David gave him another Look, before pressing his finger to the doorbell. “Be nice, please. It won’t be for long, and afterwards, we’ll get to spend all day with Jaune! Won’t that be fun?”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.”

#Felix Speaks #David Speaks #Closed Starter #DTLS AU #Used To Play Pretend; Give Each Other Different Names; We Would Build A Rocket Ship And Then We'd Fly It Far Away (Luna Bros)#(Hope this is okay!)

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Answer some or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

Alright, ill try lmao

1.no, i dont have freckles!

2. I WISHED i found Coffee and tea good because its so aesthetic but it tastes bad imo

3. I checked my spotify and its girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper so i suppose its that

4.i move a lot but i usually end up on my side.

5. I move too much to sleep with a lot of them because they always end up on the floor. Although i do sleep with my malleus plushie.

6. Thats a hard one, because i do both. Though i think of writing as my primary hobby/eventual job, i definitely have more fun drawing(until art Block comes knocking that is)

7.depends on the thickness. Right now i have three eith two being thin and one being medium, but i could sleep with one really thick one.

8. Mitski!!! I love her so much. Otherwise I like mother mother and marina

9.the third of november!

10. 154 cm or 5 feet. No that is not short

11. Blue-grey-kaki. I like to think of them as blue.

12. All my mutuals, all my irls, my mom, my dad, and my little sister

13. Abandonnent, failure, the future in general.

14. Yellow and light blue!

15.fall! Its so pretty

16. Im not sure yet but i can maybe have someday a small tattoo. Im not a fan of qhoel body tattoos for myself.

17. Well my ears a pierced but im not gonna get more.

18. My two irls! Talking about not getting neuvillette in gneshin ;-;(and murder)

19. I dont have a best friend per se, although i do have a closest friend. Weve been friends for at least three years(already? Damn)

20. Honestly i miss my first mutual on here. I hope they come back soon ;-;

21. It just started but its been pretty good up til now!

22. About 9-10 hours?

23. I mean, there is bound to be other forms of life in space, just thousands of lightyears away.

24. Monday cause my friend said she didnt think we were friends.

25. Id say 1890 to 1900? Though the living conditions were meh i like the aesthetic

26. Generally being silly ig? I suppose i act childihs as a comic relief.

27. Currently my favorite book(s) is the Truly Devious series by Maureen Johnson! It's been clawing it's way into my brain.

28. I'm actually doing quite fine. I'm a bit stressed since i'm going to boston soon but i can push out the bad thoughts!

29. I usually procrastinate decisions as far as possible. If it's a small one maybe like 2 minutes but if it's bigger ones it'll take longer(with the answer being no a lot)

30. Something i'm dreading but also am excited for is summer! Bye school but hello summer job ;-;

31. My irls and i(can i really call them irls? i met only two of them irl and once or twice. anyways-) are planning a roadtrip after we're all 18(aka in a bit more than 4 years)!

32. Either my friend's (irls+ moots) houses or in paris. I've always wanted to see paris.

33.open, my cats need to be free to walk in and out!

34. sunflowers and roses(i have a list on the meaning of each rose color) daisies are also cute.

35. i...guess? i own a banana shaped stress ball(that is very dirty i dont use it much) but idk if it counts as a squish.

36. yes, almost more than my first name. although my first and second name are kinda in the same name. it's like first name-second name.

37.cats!!! I have two(named chicken nugget and nebraska)(my family also owns dogs but oh well)

38. I'm a bit scared of heights but i wouldn't say i have a phobia

39. i usually go to sleep at 10:30 pm on weekdays, and 11:00-11:00 on weekends(when i don't have to wake up early due to sunday class)

40.Although i haven't been to a real beach a lot, i like it! And i always prefer sunny days so sun it is(to experience sunset on a beach... must be the dream)

41. I'd say the owl house! It's so colorful with two of my main kins.

42. @xen-blank @thehollowwriter @quartztwst @boopshoops @saionjeans (so sorry for the tag non-moots! Also i would've included all my moots but it said five ;-;)

43. Yes, i have five siblings! One oldest sister, two older brother, a little brother and the baby of the family, my little sister. i have middle child syndrome.

44. Either my mom or my little sister. I hug and say i love you to them very often. Or i said it to malleus last. One of them.

45. Tbh i have no idea in which circomstances i would die for something. maybe if i could trade my life with someone's close to me. or for peace on earth idk.

46. a big ol hug from my malleus plushie. it's a real emotional support.

47. no i have not. or maybe i did. i will probably forget it soon.

48. my two parents absolutely.

49."I wish to expérience it someday" (speaking of old lady gossip)

50. can i send you the same questions? :3

#ok now enough ramblings about myself #banana's moots #bananaanswersasks

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larnax · 4 months

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outer worlds things i like so far

game does a very good job of the feeling of discovering something that is absolutely fucking terrifying. very clear feedback. im like hmm i wonder what happens if i do X and outer wilds IMMEDIATELY tells me that i have fucked up terribly and am now doomed to slowly asphyxiate in space

in general one of the best "games that initially seems very homey and comfortable and then rockets into horror" because it builds to it at a very natural speed. you get enough of timber hearth to get comfortable with the protagonist's home and then you lift off and probably discover a couple weird things but you're so preoccupied with everything being confusing that it doesn't hit you and by you i mean me that you're in a horror game until The Sun. and even when you ARE fully aware you're in a horror game and you know enough to get to the scary spots the comfortable world doesn't disappear. you can still find the other explorers on the world and have a comfortable place to rest. they always come back and you're constantly reminded that all these things exist in the same universe. which also makes it so much worse that you can't save them.

obv the environmental design is really good. the planets are big enough that you need to know where you're going but small enough that it feels like my fault i am literally always lost. i do wonder how the timber hollow people grow their food though. where are the sugar canes for the marshmallows....

same vein open world that's big enough to feel like there's a lot there but not so big that most of it's filler. big little world

clapping my hands like a fucking seal for the worldbuilding i love the nomai writing system it's so cool and the creative uses of the quantum crystals for architecture are so awesome. the foreshadowing in the museum is still my favorite though

the shuttle that just wastes your fucking time is really funny. i spent so long finding ways to kill myself trying to use it. very mean but i respect it

as a deep sea life fan i wanna be a hater so bad and say that anglerfish imagery is overplayed and them being the deep sea creature everyone and their mother uses for horror and how about you do some actual research and find a marine animal that has an interesting trait you can use for unique imagery..... but i must reluctantly admit. that the implementation. is extremely bad ass. and so i'm fine with it

things im not a huge fan of

i am on my fucking knees begging please just let me mark a spot where i am standing on my map. please. i know where the hanging city is i need to get to the specific spot in the hanging city where my thing is. would it be that gamebreaking for me to just be able to mark the location of the tiny entrance into the meltwater district. you don't even have to give me more than one.

not very robust accessibility stuff. the janky controls are intentional but an option for a slightly bigger margin of error for stuff like getting into/falling out of the elevators would really help for us shaky-handed bitches out there. also there are a lot of flashing lights including an unavoidable section every single time you die.

#c.paradisi #owlb #outer wilds spoilers #i guess

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apomaro-mellow · 3 months

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alright, i'm going to go ahead and made a rant post about this car situation just so i can get it out and put it to bed. I don't mind if yall wanna comment or whatever but after this I'm just done.

So we need to go back almost a year. My car at the time seemed to be on its last legs. There was a repair it needed that was going to cost like $1200 and I had already paid close to that amount just a few months prior for another repair. I didn't want to pay that again but was willing to save up until it was suggested that I start looking for another car.

I will give my dad props for this one and only thing. He held my hand during this process bc it was my first time. Every other car I had, had been gifted by my grandparents. This was my first time shopping for one. Now it gets interesting bc instead of just getting rid of my old car, my grandparents were going to foot the $1200 bill anyway so that my brother could get it.

I felt iffy about that situation but figured it was for the best since I'd be getting a vehicle with no problems. The problem came about when he decided to drive it around and rack up tickets while MY name was still on the title (this cause my insurance premium to shoot thru the roof but thankfully i got it fixed). I literally had to escort my brother to the DMV to sort out all the paperwork and even THEN he took forever to actually change the plates so I was STILL getting tickets on my record and I had to be the one to go and take what were still my license plates off the car.

This could have potentially been an asshole move, bc I had no idea where his new plates were, but that's not my responsibility. Lucky for him, the new plates were where? In the car, bc he never did anything with them after our DMV appointment. This all occurred in summer/fall 2023.

Then in December, he starts having problems with that car. It even stops on him a couple of times. There is talks of him getting another one. Just like me, all of his (many) previous cars were gifts from our grandparents. I should have probably said earlier but these are all USED cars. We're not getting brand new ones, but still, good condition that we've never had to pay a cent for.

It's also worth mentioning that in the like....six months my brother has had my old car he got hundreds of dollars worth of tickets. Not a single one he paid on his own. Either I took care of it bc they were in my name and he's literally gone to court for not paying, or my dad has paid. But I feel like I'm digressing.

About last week, he curses out my mom because she asks him to *checks notes* receive his infant child when his baby mama drops her off. Apparently that was disagreeable and he cursed her out on the phone, then later to her face when she got home. The part that stuck out in his rant to me was that no one in our family had ever done anything for him. I think just from what I've stated above, it's pretty obvious to see that's false.

So whyyyyyyy

Why why why

After that breakdown, my dad and grandparents thought "Let's just give him another car"?

It is exhausting to see the same thing happen again and again. But this time kind of burned me bad because he got the exact same car that I have. The one I had to shop for. The one I had to visit sellers for. The one I am currently on the hook for a $10,000 loan with like 15% interest. My mother told me this was the case but I didn't actually see the car until this morning.

Here's where I give my dad the benefit of the doubt a single time: It's a common car, dealers have a ton of them, it's probably still an attractive price range. And that's the end of it.

But what I see, is that I can do everything I was told to do: do well in school, get a degree, get a job, start building my career. And it gets me virtually the same as if I did none of those things and on top of it disrespected my parents to their faces.

Like really, why am I working so hard? If doing what I do gets me the same as a foul mouthed, lazy ass, ungrateful son who's shackin up with the most frustrating baby mama in the world then what the hell is this all for anyway?

#personal #home life #it's quite a bit #fun fact!#the baby mama is a bitch #who has gotten into a fist fight with both me and my mom :)#and my brother had the audacity to get mad #i need #to get out #of this house #just in case we're keeping score #im on my 3rd car the first 2 were three #my brother has probably had at least 2x and many and has never paid for any of them

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 11

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): someone answered my daughter’s ‘dear santa’ letter and it’s actually super sweet how kind they’re being

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Story Description: It's hard being a single mom, especially during Christmas when all you wanna do is give your child a day to remember. But Ellie, (Y/N)'s daughter writes a letter for Santa that somehow falls into the hands of an Avenger.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female!SingleMom!Reader

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Dear Santa

Christmas was a hard time for many people. (Y/N) being one of them.

Though she loved her daughter more than anything in the world, it was tough being a single mother. During the holiday of giving there were certain expectations to provide your child with a day to remember. And although she did the best she could every year, she always felt like it wasn’t enough.

It was hard being by herself and doing everything in her power to provide for her daughter. She worked as much as she could without missing important moments with her daughter, Ellie. It was hard but she had managed it for six years already.

“Alright, dude, ready to make your list for Santa?” (Y/N) asked her daughter, sitting down next to her on the floor. “We can make it really pretty.”

“But I don’t want you to see this one, mommy,” the girl said covering the paper. “This one goes straight to the North Pole.”

“Okay, baby. I won’t peek.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, dude,” she laughed. “I promise I won’t look at this one. But I need to at least know what you’ll be asking for Christmas; cause I have to consult with Santa what the budget is.”

“I know, mommy,” Ellie smiled. “Now, go! I gotta finish this.”

“Geez, you’re pushy today. But, fine. I’ll go to the kitchen and bake some brownies just for me, then.”

“That’s not fair! You have to share.”

“I’ll consider it,” she laughed. “Finish your letters and then we’ll talk.”

(Y/N) left her daughter for the kitchen, watching how she lost herself writing. She uncapped markers and pens, sharpened colored pencils, and brought out the crayons. She did everything to make this the best letter to Santa she had ever written.

Curiosity peaked in the woman as her daughter put her whole energy into the piece of paper in front of her. But she had promised the girl that the letter would remain between Ellie and Santa, and she meant to keep that promise. It would simply get lost in the sea of letters to the North Pole that would never reach the imaginary old man dressed in red.

The next morning, before dropping the girl off at school, they stopped at a blue mailbox. The little girl excitedly dropped both letters into the receptacle and went on with their day, thinking nothing would come out of the secret letter.

At least she had been able to see the one with her list. A couple of dolls, a couple of cars, a science kit, and other things (Y/N) could simply not afford yet. She would work as much overtime as she could at her job and hoped the Christmas bonus at the office would be enough to make rent and have left over for the presents.

A week later – after completely forgetting about the secret letter – (Y/N) was looking at her mail when a bright red envelope caught her attention. The letter was embossed in gold and the penmanship seemed expensive. Nothing she would receive from any of her friends or her family.

It was addressed to her and her daughter, which struck her as odd. Especially since there was no return address on the letter. Taking a knife, she sliced the top of the envelope open, pulling out a thick cardstock invitation from inside and a smaller envelope addressed only to Ellie.

On one side, it simply read:

You are invited to the

Avengers Winter Soiree

December 24th at 7 o’clock

at Avenger’s Tower

Dress Code | Formal

On the other side, in a handwritten font:

A town car will be around to pick you and your daughter up at 6:30 pm on the 24th

(Y/N) didn’t understand how this invitation got to her, or even why. It wasn’t like she had entered a contest or met any of the members of the team. Receiving that letter was quite a peculiarity. But Ellie seemed to know exactly why they were the recipients of the letter.

“It was Santa, mommy!” Ellie exclaimed after reading the letter that was just for her. “We’re gonna meet the Avengers! Look. Look!”

The girl waved the piece of paper around as she ran to her mother to show her the letter written with the same lettering behind the invitation. Excitement overflowed from the child as she waited for her mother to finish the card that read,

Dear Ellie, I would like to let you know that we got your letter for Santa. It seems some envelopes got mixed up in the mail, and we just so happened to get yours in our mail. But, don’t worry! We had a talk with Santa and he said it was okay for us to help him with it. That’s why you and your mom were invited to the Christmas party in the Avengers Tower. You’re gonna be able to tour places no one is allowed in, join us in the lab, and be able to spend some time with the Avengers. We truly hope you are both able to join us on that day and that you enjoy your Christmas with us! Hope to see you soon, Bruce Banner Merry Christmas!

It was a heartwarming letter and it made her eyes well up with tears. The response was kind and completely out of the blue. And it made the woman all that more curious as to what her daughter had asked Santa for.

They were both excited about the party for the rest of the week, giddy to finally meet the valued heroes of New York. When the night came, (Y/N) and Ellie got clothed in their new dresses. The woman did both of their hair, put a bit of makeup on Ellie upon her request, and did her own.

Waiting for the clock to hit six-thirty was excruciating, their excitement too high to let them sit still. They were minutes away from the most sensational night of their lives, and they still could not believe it. Luck didn’t normally change for people like them.

As soon as the clock shifted into those awaited for three numbers, a knock rang out through the small apartment. The sound made Ellie jump to her feet, her sky-blue dress bouncing as she got up. The girl pulled at her mother’s arm, beckoning for her to move faster.

With a chuckle, (Y/N) gathered her things – keys, phone, purse, and coats. She turned off the lights in the apartment, making sure everything was off and their home would be there when they came back.

“Ready to go, dude?”

“Yes!” Ellie screamed. “Let’s go!”

On the other side of the door, they were met with a man in an all-black suit. He had a kind smile as a perfect accessory to his outfit, a pin with the Avengers’ symbol on his lapel.

“Ms. (Y/L/N?” he asked before she confirmed with a nod. “Well, my name is Lucas Miller and I’m here to escort you to the Avengers’ Tower.”

“I’m Ellie,” the girl chimed in.

“Hello, Ellie,” he smiled. “Are you both ready to go?”

“Yes,” they chorused.

Mother and daughter followed Lucas out of the building and into a black town car. Inside, he told them they could help themselves to any food or drink that was in the back. But they were both too nervous to take anything. It was the nicest car they had ever been in, and they had no idea what to do with themselves.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the heart and soul of New York and park right in front of the tall tower where the world’s mightiest heroes resided. Rare was the time that the duo came into the city, and each time they did they were reminded of why people gravitated so much to the place.

Especially in the wintertime, New York City was a sight to behold. In between the white blanket of snow that always rested on the pavement, the lights and decorations made the whole grandeur of the city seem even bigger. For the time being, they were lucky to call that place home.

Lucas directed them both into the building and to the last floor.

“Well, this is where I’ll leave you,” he announced. “Just stay put and someone will be out to greet you in just a second. Have fun, and Merry Christmas.”

“Thank you, Lucas,” (Y/N) responded. “Merry Christmas.”

The man disappeared into the elevator, out of sight until the next day when he came to take them home. After the elevator dinged, the big doors in front of them opened, and a man walked out.

(Y/N) recognized him instantly. She had seen him in the news, rarely, but she had. He had been the same man to respond to her daughter’s letter.

“Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Bruce.”

“(Y/N),” she smiled, taking his hand in hers. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you must be Ellie,” Bruce directed himself to the girl. “We’ve all been very excited to finally meet you.”

“Can we see the labs?” the girl burst.

“Dude, manners,” (Y/N) reprimanded her daughter in whispers.

“That’s quite alright,” he chuckled. “I can tell you’re excited. So, why don’t we go on a tour of the place first?”

The pair followed the man as he directed them through the place. Bedrooms, kitchen, training rooms, med bay, and simply any place that Ellie was simply not interested in – and she made that known many times. The girl wanted to rush through every spot that wasn’t their research lab, so all she did was peak in as Bruce talked and moved onto the next thing.

When they finally made their way to the labs, Ellie’s face lit up brighter than the city that doesn’t sleep. She stared in amazement as Bruce explained what every machine was for, the type of research he did there every day, and the things they had already accomplished with said research.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her daughter as she spoke to the man about things she could barely comprehend. The girl went on and on with questions the woman had no idea one could have. She was the most excited her mother had ever seen — going to museums was the second closest. It was the sort of happiness (Y/N) could give her every day.

What did surprise her was Bruce’s attentiveness to Ellie. He was patient with her, listening attentively to everything she said, and making sure she was satisfied with the answers before moving on to the next thing. When his attention wasn’t on Ellie, he would turn to (Y/N) and try to explain in simpler words what they were speaking of, making sure she felt part of the conversation.

Bruce was charming. Quiet, but very charming. There was something about him that made it easy to gravitate toward him. It did help that he was easy on the eyes, (Y/N) thought. But it was the fact that he was being so kind that made him the most attractive.

After being in the labs for over an hour, the three of them moved to where the Christmas party was in full swing. It was a small enough gathering. (Y/N) was able to point out the most known heroes quickly, some of the others were hazy but she knew their faces.

“Hey, Ellie,” Bruce said as he motioned for the kids in attendance to come closer. “Why don’t you play with the kids? These are Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Guys, this is Ellie.”

Quickly, the kids ran off to play whatever it was they could, falling into a friendship as only children could. It was heartwarming how easily her daughter fit in, her happiness the only thing the mother cared for.

The man introduced the woman to the group, going around the room and making sure everyone knew who she was. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a mixture of intimidation and awe. She was sharing the same space with people that saved lives whilst she wasted away in an office. Yet they all seemed… normal. When they spoke to her she felt she was their peer rather than a random civilian.

After an hour of socializing in a group, Bruce and she were left by themselves as everyone carried on in their own conversations. He ordered a drink for them both as they stood at the bar, chatting with each other.

“So, I’m still wondering,” (Y/N) started as she took a sip of her glass. “Why were we picked to come here? I don’t see anyone else here that had no connection to the avengers. So, why us?”

“Well, what I told Ellie in the letter was true,” he responded staring down at his glass, too nervous to look her in the face. “Her letter did get mixed up with our mail. When I read it, I just felt the need to reach out. Have you not read it?”

“Ellie didn’t want me to read it, actually,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Said it was a secret between her and Santa. I promised her I wouldn’t read it, so I didn’t. And, somehow, now we’re sharing a space with the people that have saved the world a couple of times now. So, it had to be a hell of a letter.”

“Would you like to read it?” Bruce finally looked into her eyes, staring at the glimmer that was in them.

She was an attractive woman, that he could admit. But what intimidated him was her kindness. Ellie had made sure to paint her mother in a beautiful light in her letter. And though, mostly, he invited them to the party to fulfill Ellie’s wish, he also wanted to meet the mother of such a bright girl.

“I-I shouldn’t,” she stammered. “I promised her I wouldn’t. But you could tell me the gist of it. That’s a loophole, right?”

“Mostly she spoke about you. She said she had the most kind, hardworking, loving mother in the world,” he started as a dark red hue washed over her. “Ellie wrote that she knew how hard you tried to give her the best life you could. That being by yourself was hard, but you never put that on her – always trying to appear strong so she doesn’t know when you’re struggling. But she does.

She sees the nights you don’t sleep, the things you renounce for yourself so you can give to her. So, she asked for a Christmas when you didn’t have to stress over that. She said she wanted at least one day where you could feel as special as you made her.

And she said she really wanted to see the labs in the tower one day and learn about everything we – or rather I – did here. You have a very loving and bright kid, (Y/N). You should be proud.”

“Oh, I am,” she said as she wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes. (Y/N) took Bruce’s hand in hers. “Thank you for this, Bruce, truly. It’s been hard being just the two of us, but somehow we’ve made it work.”

“To be perfectly transparent, her letter made me want to meet you. It was so genuine that I couldn’t help but be curious as to who had raised such a smart young girl.”

“Are you saying you had ulterior motives, Mr. Banner?” she teased. “That you didn’t do this out of the pure kindness of your heart?”

“W-well, y-you know,” he struggled to speak. Though he had started the flirting, he had never thought she would reciprocate.

“I’m only teasing, Bruce. I am actually glad I got to meet you,” she smiled. “If I am being perfectly honest, you are my favorite Avenger.”

A look was exchanged between them, one that made everyone stare at them. It was no secret that Bruce lacked in the socializing department, but he had been very adamant to invite this seemingly random woman to their Christmas party.

“Kiss her!” Thor yelled out, faking a cough.

“Make a move, Banner!” Steve joined in.”

“If you won’t,” Tony said passing behind them. “I will.”

“Stop it, guys,” Natasha chimed in. “You know he’s a slow burner.”

As everyone chuckled, Bruce guided (Y/N) out onto the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit them, he took off his blazer, draping it over her shoulders to cover her from the weather. Their hands brushed for a split second, and they felt it. A spark. Unlike when she had laid a comforting hand on him when he told her about the content of her daughter’s letter, this was purely done randomly.

“So, your favorite avenger?” Bruce smiled, breaking the silence. “I think you mean the Hulk is your favorite.”

“Nope. Dr. Bruce Banner is,” (Y/N) corrected, wearing the same teasing smile he did. “Ellie and I are fans of what happens behind the scenes rather than the fights. It takes a different kind of strength.”

“Well, I’m always happy to meet my fans,” he chuckled. “Although, I think you’re hurting the big guy’s pride.”

“Thankfully, I’m not interested in the big guy. But I am interested in a 5’9,” brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics.”

“You’ve really done your research,” he smiled proudly.

“I told you, me and my daughter are big fans of yours.”

He took a second to respond, staring deeply into her (Y/E/C) eyes, before he asked, “Would you like to be my dare to our New Year’s Party?” he blurted. “Obviously with Ellie, of course.”

“Only if you take me on a date without Ellie.”

“I think I could swing that,” he chuckled.

(Y/N) couldn’t wait any longer and stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Bruce’s lips. After getting over being startled, he kissed back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his warmth even in this weather and she wanted more.

“What was that for?” he asked pulling away out of breath.

“Well, didn’t have time to get you a Christmas present as a thanks for this invitation,” she grinned. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“As far as I know, this is the best Christmas present I’ve gotten.”

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