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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 1 month

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ok like my last ask but opposite

f!greaser who looks all pretty, haunted and scared and the gang + Tim and Curly being attracted to her. She has big doll eyes, low haunting voice- you have fun

Heck yeah I’m thinking like pretty dead girl aesthetic kinda vibes

Ponyboy Curtis

-thinks you’re super intriguing

-liked just watching you and seeing what you do

-he draws and paints you fr

-he just finds you hauntingly beautiful and fascinating

-you immediately stood out to him as a person

-you have super deep conversations with him at night

-looking at the stars with him while he softly kisses your cheek

-has written poetry about you and never showed you

Johnny Cade

-you both met at the lot

-he saw you sitting there, just looking at the fire you’d created

-he saw something in your eyes… sad and beautiful

-you reminded him of himself

-he tentatively walked over to you, and got the strongest urge to hold your hand

-which he resisted, silently sitting next to you as you turned your attention towards him

-with your big doll eyes

-they reminded him of Two Bits sisters only doll growing up, an antique porcelain one, a bit creepy

-you both have a silent understanding of each other that no one else quite understands

Sodapop Curtis

-sun and moon istg

-you were in the gas station, stopping by to grab something quick to drink

-as soon as he laid eyes on you he was pretty much in love

-he loved the way you looked

-people often told him his eyes were something you could get lost in

-but man, they didn’t meet you

-he immediately started hitting on you

-and when you reacted a bit startled and unsure of what to do

-he was like okayyyyy won’t do that again

-but over time his comments made you smile more and more

-until you somehow managed to say yes to a date with him

Darry Curtis

-he was walking to the store to pick up things for breakfast

-when you walked past

-no one else was out this early in the morning, everyone was inside having breakfast or sleeping in late

-but you were strolling through for whatever reason

-and you turned his head

-he noticed the subtle way you flinched

-when he tried calling you for your attention

-and when he finally looked at you he thought you were surely one of the most pretty broads he had ever seen

-something so mysterious yet beautiful, scared yet brave

-he does most of the talking for you, and yall are very cute together

-he’s so overprotective

Dallas Winston

-he was smoking in an alleyway when he saw you

-he whistled at you, and you flinched as he continued with some remarks

-“Well that’s a damn fine broad if I ever saw one”

-you seem uncomfortable

-“C-can you please stop?”

-you say, not much louder than a mouse, flashing him those big, scared, haunting eyes of yours

-it hit him like a bus

-and he did stop

-less out of respect and more out of shock but whatever

-later he approached you still with a cocky grin, but a less… asshole attitude

-you didn’t like him at first

-but he learned to have a soft spot for you just like Johnny

-you guys are so cute, and he’s super protective over you like Darry and Tim

Two Bit Mathews

-when he first met you

-he made a shit ton of jokes what do you expect

-“Damn, Dolly, how do you fit those eyes on your face?”

-“I bet you have some 20/20 vision with those telescopes.”

-“My sister has a porcelain doll just like you.”

-and at first you were a bit uncomfortable

-but shyly started cracking a small grin at his quips

-which boosted his fucking ego my guy

-made it skyscraper high

-you guys are cute together tho

-you always be there to silently giggle at his jokes

Steve Randle

-it was his shift at the gas station instead of sodapops

-and when he saw you he was like whoa

-he would pretend not to care and secretly memorized lots of things about you

-he notices the small behaviors everyone misses

-your flinching, your quiet nature, the way you always paid in only coins for everything

-your pretty brown bag you carry everywhere with you

-one day he asks you out, and you say yes

-you liked Steve quite a bit

-such an awesome couple

Tim Shepard

-ok so yk how you and soda are opposites like sun and moon?

-well you and Tim are opposites like fire and ice

-he saw you whenever he was in the middle of jumping a Soc

-you looked terrified and ran away at the mere sight

-he dropped the soc and instantly ran after you

-which you noticed and silently picked up your pace

-eventually he caught up and asked you to slow down

-you hesitantly did

-you looked up at him with those big doll eyes and he knew he was in love

-you flinched when he tried to grab your hand and he instantly felt bad

-he explained that was only someone who didn’t pay him back for something and he’d never hurt you

-you’re quite wary of him

-but the moment you kinda realized you liked him back was whenever he defended you

-from some creeps saying vulgar things

-you help ground him and calm him and he helps you be a bit braver

Curly Shepard

-you met in detention

-you were getting in trouble for something that wasn’t your fault because you couldn’t speak up for yourself

-and he was in there for lord knows what

-he’s never seen you around before or noticed you

-but now that he does…. Wow

-you look like you belong in a poem

-one of those fancy worded ones he’ll never understand

-you start playing with the paper on your desk, folding it as he kicks your chair you jump up

-“Sorry. Didn’t know you were so… uh- jumpy.”

-“Please don’t do that again.” You say softly, giving him earnest eyes

-he nods, not really paying too much attention to what you said and more focused on your eyes

-when you sit back down, he realizes how much he’s intrigued by you

-he moved to sit next to you, smirking

-over a bit of him trying to get to know you and you ignoring him

-you finally tell him your name

-“Y/n.”

-“Y/n, huh? I like that. It fits you”

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chaewonshoney · 1 month

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—SWEET (S)TALKER -s.jy

심재윤 x fem!reader ⭒ cw: swearing, mentions of stalking, petnames. wc: 604. LIB! genre: fluff, est. relationship. songs to listen while reading: Bam Yang Gang by BIBI ⤷ ˖ ֗𖦹 a/n: none!

After the whole day at college, you are currently walking to your apartment. the streets are quiet and the rain seems to have stopped, as the last drops slowly drip from the trees, the roads are slippery, faded moonlight illuminated the path up ahead. The stars seemed to have been dimmed by the grey clouds ahead and all was silent... save for the sound the grasshoppers chirring and soft footsteps on the wet sidewalks. Your heart was far from caring if someone was following you from behind. Feeling the melancholy creeping your chest, you took a long breath. Jake a.k.a the love of your life has certainly been very busy with his schedule to see you or spend some time with you. But he didn't forget to send you the good mornings and good night to his prettiest girl so far, yet you were... Well you felt greedy at this point, but you had the right anyway.

Listening to the argument between your two selves, you suddenly felt a vague presence of something, more like someone behind you... Being afraid enough to look behind, you focus on the shadow of that "someone" on the sidewalk, his reflection seemed more like oddly familiar and comforting now. Shutting your eyes close, you take some deep breaths to turn to face the presence...

Shit? Why is this guy running towards you? Without having any time to think properly, you start running towards the front direction too, are you scared? Kind of. But are you having fun? Yes.

After running in the literal street like two cat and mouse, you stop to catch on your breath, the stalker— well, shit, you can't name him anything else right? Your grip tightens on your knees as you exhale some more, and the guy is already close to approaching you—

"JAKE YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!!!" You yell at the guy, well, your boyfriend who wasn't really supposed to be the stalker, no? "Whoa whoa whoa, princess! Calm down? It's just me? Remember? The pretty boyfriend of yours?" He holds his arms up in surrender as you smack his shoulder softly enough but he was dramatic anyway, "Shut the fuck up, will ya?" You roll your eyes at the sight of him dramatically putting his hand on his chest as if he was hurt, "Shit, Princess! That hurts~ Do you know where that hurts?" Giving you the puppy eyes, he reaches for your tiny hands to his chest, "Literally here. Straight in the heart," But to his misfortune, he only gets the stink eyes back from his way-too-soft girlfriend, "Don't even try that," "try what, love?" You roll your eyes to hide the shy, bright shade of scarlet rising on your cheeks, "Try sweet talking with me, definitely not when you were some sort of stalking me as well. And to let you know, I am thinking of banning the L-word for you," "Oh my, holy shit, Y/N, don't even think of it! I don't want to know how it feels to be a monastic. And I wasn't stalking you, my love, it's not my fault if my gee eff is a half-blind Dora the Explorer, right?" He brings you closer to him while yapping— well, saying all these to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he talks, "I am NAWT half-blind Dora the Explorer, Sim Jaeyun!!!" "Not the government name, Princess. How "the love of my life" sounds?" "I am not falling for your sweet talking today." He wiggles his eyebrows with the knowing playful expression, "Wanna bet?"

Oh, this wasn't supposed to be it.

#jake enhypen #jake x y/n #jake sim #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #jake x reader #enhypen soft hours #enhypen #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #jake fluff

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xxmayxx05 · 2 years

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Naughty sleepover- Eddie Munson

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Reader!

Summary: You and Eddie are finally alone and let loose (have sex). You guys try to be quiet but you can’t and the club tease you the morning after.

Warnings: Smut, squirting, etc.

This is my first time writing full smut, I hope you guys like it. Send me requests if you’d guys want more of this! Send me smut scenarios!!!

Likes, comments, requests, and reblogs are highly and truly appreciated!

“Babe” you whispered as Eddie had brought you to his lap and began leaving kisses on your neck.

“Yes?” he asked innocently and began massaging your inner thighs softly.

You softly closed your eyes and leaned your head on his shoulder. Letting Eddie do as he pleased, you had craved him the whole day and you finally had him to yourself. Eddie knew that you were feeling needy today but couldn’t do anything as both of you were with the gang and now all of them had gone to sleep.

You looked up and made sure that the room door was locked.

“Everyone is asleep baby; we will just need to be quiet” he smirked and began sucking softly on your soft skin.

You moaned softly and covered your mouth, afraid that both of you were going to get caught. He chuckled and gripped your shirt; he removed it and smirked as he saw that you were wearing the black lace bra that he brought for you.

“Is that the one that I brought you baby” he teased and leaned down, leaving kisses on the valley of your breasts. Eddie loved the way you reacted when he would leave kisses all over your body. The way your eyes closed, the way you arched your back, those sweet moans, and the way you begged for more drove him crazy.

You gasped as he left kisses on your breasts, and he removed your bra. Softly you gripped his hair and pulled him up to you. Both of you kissed passionately, he moaned as you tightly gripped his hair. You smirked as you heard his cute smirk and were able to turn positions, you were now on top, and he laid down.

“Arms up pretty boy” you said, knowing that the nickname was a soft spot for him. He smiled softly and removed his shirt throwing it somewhere in the room. You leaned down and began to leave kisses on his neck.

“Fuck” he whispered and let you take control. You looked so hot and beautiful as you took control.

You brought your hands to his boxers and pulled them down. The only thing left that was stopping both of you from escalating things were your panties. He brought his hands down to your ass and he gripped it. Slowly he began guiding your hips into making you grind against the exposed member. You gasped at the feeling and quickly removing your wet soaked panties. Carefully you went to your position and leaned your head back as you grinded against his cock.

“Fuck princess, I need you” he panted softly as his cock got harder at the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against him. He wanted to slide his cock inside you, loving the feeling of how tight you always were every time you guys had sex. You nodded your head and softly aligned his cock with your entrance. Slowly you slid down and moaned at the feeling of you being stretched out and filled. Eddies cock always made you have new feelings and sensations. It was the perfect size and width, as if it was made just for you.

“E-Eddie” you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Carefully you began to slowly go up and down on his cock. Both of you were so into the pleasure that you were both receiving not knowing how loud you both were. He moaned softly and gripped your hips. His fingers digged deep on your skin, knowing that it would create bruises.

“Y/N” he moaned and began thrusting upward. Loving the way your breast bounced with every thrust that he gave. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and beautiful moans escaped your lips. He was in mesmerized by the beautiful girl that was being pounded by him. Eddie felt more pleasure at the though that you belonged to him, and he was the only one who could pound you out like this. He needed to make you beg and remind you that you belonged to him.

“Mine” he whispered as he switched positions and he put your leg over his shoulder. Giving him more access to slide inside you, way deeper. With every thrust he began fucking your g-spot and deafening moans escaped your lips. Eddie thrusted harder, not realizing, or caring that the bed frame began to clash against the wall. He was determined to make you cum in record time and it did happen. With each thrust against your g-spot it got you closer to your limit and it went a bit overboard. He felt your pussy tighten around his cock and he brought his thumb to rub against your nub. His thrusts became harder by the minute and you cummed. He looked down and was surprised by what happened.

You had squirted all over his cock, thighs, and tummy. He moaned and pounded you harder, want you to chase out your high.

“P-please” you moaned, wanting him to cum inside you. You finally wanted to be filled up by Eddie’s cum. He closed his eyes and nodded; Eddie groaned as he cummed inside you. Filling you up to the brim with his cum.

“Fuck!” he moaned and leaned his head on your shoulder. His body immediately giving out on him, this new feeling completely tired him out. Carefully you brought your leg down and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. The only sound that was being made in the room we both of your pants.

“That felt amazing” he softly panted and left kisses on your neck. You nodded your head and smiled softly, not being able to find the correct words to describe this new experience. Eddie leaned back up and pecked your plump lips; he leaned back and tried to take in what just happened. Both of you finally had the chance to have sex without protection, he knew that some consequences could come up.

“Need to get the morning pill” you chuckled and caressed his cheek.

“What if I want a mini-Y/N or a mini-Eddie” he pouted softly and kissed your cheek.

“It’s too early babe” you sighed softly and pecked his lips. “I do want a kid or a few with you, but when we have settled down in our own place” you said. Both of you have talked about having kids in the future and even settled down on names but decided that in the future it would be better.

“I love you baby” he whispered as he carefully slid out of you and laid next to you.

“Me too babe” you said and cuddled against him.

Sleep quickly taking over the both of you.

The next morning after you both took a shower together and changed; you went downstairs to eat breakfast with the rest of Hellfire club.

“Good morning” you said quietly and blushed as you knew that everyone heard you both.

“Oh Eddie” Gareth fake moaned and gagged in the end.

“How were your sleep guys?” Steve asked and robin began to laugh.

Dustin just had a disgusted look on his face. Max and Lucas stayed quiet not trying to laugh. Mike had to explain the confused Eleven about what was going on. She gasped surprised.

“You guys had sex?!” she asked.

You immediately covered your face in embarrassment. “Fuck my life” you groaned and softly smacked Eddie.

“Yes, we did, and it was incredible” he smirked and flipped the boys off. You whined even more and hid your face on his neck. “Don’t worry baby, they are jealous virgins” he said and hugged you.

“Fuck you Munson” Steve said.

“Love you too big boy” he chuckled.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #eddie imagine #eddie munson #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut

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willalove75 · 5 months

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The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 5

Summary: You have a relaxing weekend with your daughter before your first full week of work begins - and it begins with a surprise visitor and a spontaneous conversation with your new boss.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: fluff, angst if you squint, plot development

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: Chapter 5! In reference to the gif: if you know. You know. BECSPK gang 4 lyfeee💕 (Although my go-to is egg whites and bacon on a seedless🤤)

I want to SO apologize for not updating this fic in MONTHS! For those of you who haven't seen my Alcina's New Maid update (or my Tumblr post update) the reason for my lack of writing has been because I'm pregnant! I'm officially 20 weeks (halfway! WOO!) and have been trying to get myself back into a regular writing schedule. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update!

Ik slow burns can be boring and I'm trying my hardest to keep it entertaining while also not rushing too much!! I have a LOT planned for this fic and I'm excited to get into the meat and potatoes of it!

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Saturday mornings are your favorite. They're usually relatively quiet, not a lot goes on and you get to spend some lazy quality time with Emma. Just as you're clipping her into her booster seat your phone dings with a text message.

Open the door, bitch

Rolling your eyes, you walk to the door and open it to find your sister, Sam, standing in front of you with a brown paper bag in her hands.

"Finally!" She says as she walks into the apartment.

"How long were you standing out there for? Thirty seconds?"

"Thirty seconds too long!" She says over her shoulder as she drops the bag onto the table and leans down to kiss Emma. "Hello my sweet little angel, how are you this morning?"

"Auntie! I'm hungry!"

"You didn't eat yet, did you?" She asks you as she opens the paper bag.

The smell of bacon immediately fills the kitchen and it makes your mouth water. The signature scent of an egg sandwich causes your stomach to growl in response.

"No, I was just about to make Emma something. Fuck that smells so good." You say under your breath. "Where are the kids?"

"Good, I got you a sandwich. And Tyler has them today. It's his weekend." Sam says.

"Ah, gotcha."

Sam hands you a sandwich from the bag and you eagerly take it from her.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more in my life."

"Ha ha" Sam sarcastically laughs. "Yeah I'm sure."

After whipping up Emma eggs of her own you sit at the table with Sam and dig into your sandwich.

"God I haven't had one of these in a minute."

"Consider this a 'congratulations on getting a job' gift." She says and you laugh in response. "How was it?"

"It was good, I keep saying this but it's really great to be back working and doing my thing. I missed it."

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. How are the people?"

"They're good, my boss is really nice, her kids for the most part are nice too. The CFO is kind of an ass, at least that's how he comes off."

"That sounds about right. Your boss' kids work there?"

"Yeah." You tell her about Bela, Cassandra and Daniela and she chuckles at Cassandra's attitude towards you.

"She sounds like a ray of sunshine." Sam says.

"You have no idea."

"Mommy! I want out!" Emma says.

"Okay baby, let's get you out."

You take Emma out of her booster seat and set her on the ground.

"Can I go play?"

"Yes baby, go ahead."

"YAY!" Emma screams as she runs into her room. You chuckle and shake your head at her.

"Well I'm glad you're liking it so far and that your boss is pretty cool. Have you told her about...?"

"No, not yet. It's too soon."

"She hasn't questioned why you've been out of work for two years?"

"Oh no, she has. But I danced around it. I'm not ready to talk about it in the office yet. It's nice not having people look at me the way they do once they find out, you know?"

"Not really, but I can understand. Is she at least understanding that you're a single mom?"

"Well, she just found that out yesterday, on accident really. Bela asked if Em was a mommy or daddy's girl."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. But I think I played it off well enough. And Bela definitely felt bad for asking because she blurted out that Alcina is a single mother too."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah. Alcina shot her a look. A 'don't tell people about our personal lives' kind of look. Then before I left for the day she thanked me for being so kind to her daughters, especially the youngest one. It was really sweet."

"From what you've said she doesn't seem like the type to get sentimental with her employees like that."

"She isn't. I honestly don't know if she's ever showed anyone else in the office that side of her before. Everything is always strictly business with her, at least from what I've seen so far. But it was nice seeing that softer side of her."

"What does she look like?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm nosey and want to know!"

"I don't know, she's tall, like six feet tall and she wears heels."

"Holy shit she must be a giant."

"She is. She has short curly hair, really pretty blue-grey eyes. I've never seen eyes like hers before, they're beautiful. And she has the best figure I've ever seen, it's almost fake but you know it isn't."

"How so?"

"She has like, massive tits." You say as you imitate the size of her breasts with your hands. "And a small waist, but not like, too small? Nothing about this woman is small honestly. She has a like, perfect hour glass figure. But you can tell it's all natural. And she dresses like she walked out of the 1950s."

"Sounds like you've looked her over on more than one occasion." Sam says as she smirks at you.

"You would too if you saw her! Practically everyone does. She gives off this crazy alpha energy."

"You're single, right?"

"Oh god Sam stop. She's my boss!" You say as your cheeks turn pink.

"That hasn't stopped people before!"

"You're ridiculous. No."

"You're turning red!"

"I've been there three days! I can't have a crush on my boss! Plus, just because she's a single parent doesn't mean she isn't seeing anyone. And I doubt she's into women and she's. My. Boss."

"Whatever you say." Sam says with a smirk as she cleans up the table.

"You are a pain in my ass."

"Yet you love me anyway. So how's sassy pants downstairs?"

"Margie? She's fine, same as usual. She finally gave up driving, thank god."

"Oh fucking finally. Deb's been trying to convince her mother to stop driving for years. What made her finally give in?"

"Well, a few months ago she ran into the garage door."

"Oh Jesus."

"So she bargained. She said she would stop driving if she could start smoking again."

Sam laughs out loud and shakes her head. "She is stubborn as fuck."

"The most stubborn woman I know."

Sam hangs out with you and Emma for a few more hours before heading out. Around one in the afternoon you put Emma down for a nap and you decide to jump in the shower. After your shower you get dressed and clean the house a little. Emma only naps for an hour and a half before you go in and wake her up.

The weather is finally warming up so you decide it's the perfect day to head to the park nearby. Emma squeals with excitement when you pull up and you can barely keep up with her as she runs to the slide. There's a few other kids at the park with their parents watching close by. You keep an eye on Emma as she goes up and down the slide a few times before growing bored of it and moving to play on the jungle gym.

Kids and their parents come and go as you sit on the bench watching your daughter. Dinner time is slowly arriving so you tell Emma she can go on the slide three more times before it's time to go home. After the third time she puts up a little bit of a fight but the moment you suggest going and getting dinner from her favorite place, she's more than eager to leave.

After pulling into the parking lot you and Emma enter the 1950's-style diner. The hostess seats the two of you and when your waitress comes you place your order. Not long after the food comes out and you start on your sandwich as Emma munches on her chicken fingers. Emma squeals with excitement when you tell her that she's allowed to get an ice cream and she happily orders a vanilla sundae, you of course also order one for yourself.

As usual, Emma is wearing her ice cream by the time she's finished with it but truthfully, you couldn't care less. After getting the check and paying at the register you and Emma head home.

Once Emma is bathed and dressed in her pajamas, the two of you pick out a book, as you do every night, and you read her the story as she falls asleep.

The rest of the weekend flies by and before you know it, Monday is back again. After dropping Emma off at your in-laws house you make your way to the estate.

Walking inside you see Cassandra and one of the other bartenders prepping the bar for the day. You wave at them, Cassandra as per usual ignores you but the other bartender, Dave, waves at you with a smile and a pleasant "good morning!"

Rounding the corner towards the offices you spot Chris and Alcina talking in the hallway. Alcina is leaning up against the wall inspecting her fresh manicure, looking like she couldn't be more uninterested in whatever Chris was talking about if she tried.

When the sound of your shoes against the floor reaches her ears her eyes flick up towards you. A bright smile stretches across her lips and she pushes herself off of the wall and steps towards you.

Chris stops speaking mid-sentence and gives Alcina a look. She returns the look and says to him "I already told you you can go ahead with the project, I don't need you to continue to bore me with details that are irrelevant." before turning away.

"Good morning." You say.

"Good morning Kathleen. How was your weekend?"

"It was good, quiet but relaxing. How was yours?"

"Excellent. My weekend was busy, as usual, but pleasant."

Just as you go to speak you're interrupted by the sound of a door being slammed open in the tasting room. A second later a voice rings through the tasting room and down the hall.

"DELIVERY FOR HER HIGHNESS!"

Alcina's head snaps in the direction of the room, her eyes narrow and you hear a low growl rumble in her chest.

"If you'll excuse me." She says through gritted teeth. You notice a vein in her neck begin to pulse and she storms towards the noise.

"Oh this will be good." Chris says with a little excitement in his voice.

"What? What was that?"

"You're gonna want to see this." He says with a smile as he walks in the direction Alcina took off in. You drop your bag at your desk and head towards the direction Chris and Alcina went off to.

Alcina opens the doors to the tasting room and her vision turns red. Waltzing into the room is her brother, Karl, making his way towards the bar.

"Cassie, hook your uncle up will ya?" He says, taking a seat.

"Heisenberg." Alcina hisses.

"Ah, there she is!" He says as he puts his feet up on the bar.

Alcina smacks his feet off and glares down at him.

"Do you not have any manners?" She says as her eyes flash with rage.

"What? I'd think you'd be more appreciative that I worked so hard to finish whatever the hell it was you asked me to make."

You walk into the tasting room behind Chris and watch as Alcina stands next to a slightly disheveled man. He's wearing a stained t-shirt with baggy pants and boots. A hat, sunglasses, and a trench coat.

He goes to grab the drink that was set in front of him, ignoring the fact that Alcina is practically shaking with anger. He takes a long sip of the beer he was given and pulls out a cigar, sticking it between his chapped lips. As he goes to grab a lighter from his pocket, Alcina snatches the cigar from his mouth and breaks it in half, dumping it onto the counter in front of him.

"The fuck was that for?!"

"You cannot smoke in here!"

"You're such a fucking buzzkill." He mutters, rolling his eyes and taking another drink from the bottle. "Cassie I don't know how the fuck you put up with this shit every goddamn day."

Cassandra snickers and Alcina shoots daggers at her. Rolling her eyes at her mother, Cassandra turns around and continues putting away the glasses.

Karl finishes off his beer and lets out an obnoxiously loud burp. Alcina scrunches her face in disgust and wafts the air between them away from her.

"You are a truly vile human being." She says.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I don't meet your standards, princess." He replies. "Hey Cass, get me another round will ya?" He says, slapping his hand down on the bar.

"Absolutely not." Alcina says. "I will not have you come in here, make a scene, drink all of our imported beers and pay not as much as a dime for them. Up! Go," she says, shooing him away from the bar. "get the table and get the hell out of my establishment!"

"Someone's in a great fuckin' mood this morning. What happened, woke up on the wrong side of your coffin?"

"Karl you are testing the very little patience I have left." She says through her teeth.

"Hah! You? Having patience? I didn't know you were a comedian."

Alcina squeezes her eyes shut and rubs at her temples as Karl gets up and starts to head towards the door. As he turns around he sees you and Chris standing near the door leading to the offices.

"Ho shit! If it ain't the fancy CFO himself!" Karl belts across the tasting room before meeting Chris halfway. "Howya doin' ya son of a bitch?" He says, shaking his hand.

"Karl my man!" Chris says. "I've been good, keepin' busy. How about yourself?"

"Hope slenderwoman hasn't been too rough on ya!" He says before laughing too loud, earning another eye roll from Alcina. "And not bad, not bad. Your boss here commissioned some kind of table from me so I'm just droppin' it off. Nice excuse to ruffle a few feathers too if you know what I mean." He says, nudging Chris in the ribs and laughing. "And who is this little lady here?" He says, looking over at you.

Not a second later you hear Alcina's heels stomping in your direction, looking up you see her eyes narrowed at the back of his head.

"I'm Katie, the new marketing and social media strategist."

"Karl Heisenberg," he says, taking your hand in his. "the pleasure is all mine." He gives you a small bow before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go.

The action took you by surprise a bit and you swore you saw steam come out of Alcina's ears as she walks up behind him. Karl lets your hand go and Alcina grabs him by the back of his jacket and begins to pull him away.

"Will you keep your filthy hands off of my staff? God only knows when the last time you washed them!" She hisses before whipping him around and pushing him towards the door. "Go!"

"What?! Is this how you treat family here?! What kind of establishment is this?!"

"One I will have you removed from if you don't get that table this instant!"

"Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm going, I'm going!"

Alcina lets out a huff and brings her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. After gathering herself she turns back towards you and Chris and makes her way over.

"I do apologize for my little brother, he is quite feral."

"Ah come on Alci, he isn't so bad!" Chris says and Alcina shoots him a glare.

"I told you, do not call me that. And that man is insufferable at best." She turns towards you. "I do apologize for his behavior."

"Don't worry about it, really, it's okay." You say with a smile.

The doors open once more and you can hear Karl barking orders to the guys lugging the table in. Alcina physically cringes as they bang into the doorframe while trying to get it inside.

"Ay! Watch it! That table is worth more than what you get paid in a month!" Karl yells.

"If you will excuse me." Alcina says before making her way over to the men and directs them where to go.

Both you and Chris take that as your cue to leave so the two of you head back to your offices.

"Told ya you'd wanna see that." He says with a satisfied smirk.

"See what? Ms. Dimitrescu and her brother?"

"Yeah! I've never seen anyone else be able to get her riled up so easily. Just his presence is enough to make the woman lose her shit."

"I guess." You say

It aggravated you a little seeing Chris find so much enjoyment from watching Alcina get frustrated and riled up. If anything, you felt bad for the woman. Luckily you and your sister got along great but it would probably piss you off too if you had a sibling that was to blatantly rude and dismissive in your place of work. If anything it's probably as embarrassing as it is annoying.

The rest of the walk back to your office was quiet, much to your surprise Chris seemed to get the hint that you weren't in the mood to revel in Alcina's misery and didn't say anything else. When you sat down at your desk you finally able to get started on today's work.

A few minutes later you hear heels on the tiled floor and see Alcina walk past your office. She looked less than thrilled for the couple of seconds you were able to see her. The door to her office opens and a minute later you hear it close and she walks past you again. Thinking nothing of it, you dive back into answering emails.

Once your inbox was taken care of you go to check your to-do list to see what you needed to prioritize for the day. Digging through your bag you realize you must have left your notebook in the car so you grab your keys and head out the side door towards the parking lot.

As you open the door the smell of fresh air quickly changes into the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking over, you see Alcina leaning up against the brick wall with a cigarette perched between two fingers.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here." You say as you close the door behind you.

"No need to apologize. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just left my notebook in my car." You reply.

Alcina brings the cigarette to her perfectly painted red lips and takes a long drag before pulling it away. She turns her head away from you and exhales the smoke. Usually you found smoking to be unattractive but somehow every single thing this woman does is attractive as hell. You'd put money on the fact that she could shovel a pile of shit and still look good while doing it.

You make your way to your car and find your notebook on the floor of the passenger side. Walking back over to Alcina you notice her eyes are still on you.

"I didn't know you smoked." You say as you walk up to her and immediately wish you kept your mouth shut. Why would you say that? What a stupid thing to say.

Alcina chuckles as she takes another drag before exhaling again.

"Yes, it's truly a disgusting habit I've yet to break. I had been doing well, however, my brother certainly knows how to get under my skin."

"I get that, siblings definitely know how to rile each other up."

"He is a man-child. A petulant fool." She grumbles.

As you chuckle a van drives by and slows down. In the drivers seat you see Karl. He blares on his horn a few times as he drives by, causing both you and Alcina to jump. Your hands fly up to your ears and Alcina visibly winces at the noise.

"Nenorocitul acela." Alcina grumbles under her breath as she sticks her pinky in her ear. (That fucking moron).

She takes another drag from her cigarette and looks over at you.

"You said your daughter is starting daycare this week?"

Her question took you by surprise for a second, you definitely weren't expecting Alcina to remember that from the conversation you had last week.

"Yes! She starts tomorrow." You say with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Truthfully, you were excited that Emma was going to spend time with other children her age and be able to socialize more, but the thought of sending her to daycare also gave you a lot of anxiety.

Alcina notices your apprehension even though you hide it well in your voice. It brought her back to when the girls were little and she sent them off to daycare for the first time. Granted, it was more of a private school than daycare, but leaving the girls behind and going to work was still anxiety-inducing for her.

"Nervous?" She asks before taking another drag of her cigarette.

Knowing Alcina was asking about you, you decide to divert your answer.

"Oh Emma is really excited. She wasn't sure at first but as soon as she saw all of the toys they had she was thrilled. She was very upset that she wasn't able to stay the day we did the tour."

"I was asking about you." She said with a smile.

"Oh."

"I remember when I dropped the girls off at daycare for the first time. I think I cried more than they did." She says with a chuckle. You notice a faraway look in her eye as she thinks back on the memory.

Alcina walked down the large, ornate hallway with Cassandra's tiny had in hers. In Cassandra's other hand, Bela clung tightly to her. When they arrived to the classroom the girls' daycare teacher greeted them at the door.

"Good morning! You two must be Cassandra and Bela." She says with a warm smile.

Bela and Cassandra clung to each other tighter, staring between Alcina and their new teacher. Alcina bends down and runs her fingers through Cassandra's dark hair.

"Girls, do you remember your teacher? Ms. Jackson?"

Bela's blue eyes scan the room as she holds onto her sister.

"Eu vreau sa merg acasa." She says quietly as tears begin to fill her eyes. (I want to go home).

"It will only be for a little while, draga. I'll be back before you know it." Alcina says, turning both girls to face her. She wipes the tears from Bela's cheeks and shushes her. "Nu plânge, e în regulă draga mea." (Don't cry, it's alright my darling).

"Vreau să merg acasă, te rog." Bela says as her voice trembles. (I want to go home, please).

"How about you give it a try? I have to go to work, but then we will go back home and we can play with your toys." Alcina says.

"No!" Bela yells, taking Alcina by surprise. "Vreau să merg acasă la mami! O vreau pe mama mea!" She cries. (I want to go home to mommy! I want my mommy!).

Alcina can feel her heart breaking in her chest. Cassandra's eyes begin to fill with tears as she watches her big sister cry. Even though she's only a year younger than Bela, she still understands that so much has changed and that they're no longer with their mother.

"O vreau pe mama mea." Cassandra whimpers before she starts to cry as well. (I want my mommy).

Wrapping her arms around the two little girls, Alcina pulls them into her and they grab onto her shirt and jacket as they cry.

"Shh, shh. Nu plânge fetele mele dragi, nu plânge. Va fi bine, doar respira, totul va fi bine." She says softly as she rubs circles across their backs as she tries to soothe them. (Don't cry my sweet girls, don't cry. It's going to be alright, just breathe, everything is going to be alright).

Their small cries chip away at Alcina's already fragile heart. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to shed a tear, refusing to let the girls - or anyone else for that matter - see her cry.

After taking a few deep breaths, Alcina begins to quietly hum the girls' favorite lullaby. She may still be brand new to parenting, but the one thing she figured out that works was singing to the girls in their native language. It was one of the few things that have been able to calm them when they were upset or scared. Alcina's mother would sing it to her and her sister when they were young. One night when she was at her wits end, she began singing it for Bela and Cassandra and they immediately began to calm down. It's been her go-to ever since.

The girls finally stop crying and Alcina pulls away enough to look at the two of them. As heartbreaking as it was, she couldn't help but think of how cute they looked. Bela's blue eyes and Cassandra's hazel eyes always looked brighter after they cried. Even their flushed cheeks and runny noses made them look cute. Alcina cupped each of their faces and wiped away their tears before placing a kiss in the center of each of their foreheads.

The girls looked up at her and it was almost pitiful. So much of her wanted to just take them home but she had to go to work and she had to let them go. Taking both of their small hands into each of hers, she looked both girls in the eye.

"I know it's frightening, I know you girls are scared, but I am coming back. I promise, I will be back and we will all go home together, okay?" The both nodded at her as tears began to fill their eyes once more. "No more tears my darlings, alright? No more tears." She says as she wipes away the stray tears from their cheeks. "I need both of you to be brave? Okay? Bela, I need you to look after your sister, to be protect her, alright?" Bela looks at Cassandra and back at Alcina and nods. "Cassandra, I need you to look after your sister, to be brave for her, can you do that for me?" Cassandra wipes her nose and nods at Alcina.

She strokes their hair before pulling the girls back in for a tight hug.

"Vă iubesc, vă iubesc atât de mult fetelor. Mă întorc, promit dragilor mei. Mă voi întoarce după tine. Nu te voi lăsa." Alcina whispers to them before giving them one last squeeze and letting go. (I love you, I love you girls so much. I'm coming back, I promise my darlings. I'll come back for you. I will never leave you).

Alcina stands up and straightens out her shirt and jacket. She takes the girls hands in each of hers and guides them to their teacher. Ms. Jackson smiles down at the girls and points out all of the toys scattered around the room. Cassandra eyes a baby doll and another little girl picks it up. The girl sees Cassandra and walks over to her.

"Play?" The little girl asks.

Cassandra looks up at Alcina and Alcina smiles down at her.

"Go ahead darling, go play."

Cassandra hesitantly releases Alcina's hand and looks at Bela, reaching out towards her. Bela's grip on Alcina tightens and Alcina strokes her hair.

"It's alright love, go play with them."

Bela looks up at Alcina who nods. After contemplating for a moment, Bela takes Cassandra's hand and the three little girls make their way over to the rug and begin playing with the toys.

Alcina takes the opportunity while they are distracted to thank the teacher and leave before they see her again. With her heart still breaking in her chest, Alcina makes it to her car and starts the engine.

Before she can pull away, the floodgates open. She grips the steering wheel and rests her forehead against her hands as she cries. Different emotions bubble up, but the strongest one is anger.

She's angry that the girls were put through so much at such a young age. She's angry at how unfair the last few months have been for them. Angry at the situation she herself was put in.

Alcina slams her fist against the steering wheel before pulling herself together. She takes her makeup bag from her purse and fixes her makeup before taking one last deep breath and driving away.

You can see memories flash across Alcina's eyes, memories you know nothing about. But you can see the emotions in her eyes, worry, sadness, and anger. Alcina snaps out of it and takes another drag of her cigarette and exhales.

"It's certainly not easy," she says. "the first few times are the most difficult, but eventually they were so excited the girls didn't even say goodbye when they ran through the doors." She says with a laugh.

"I'm sure we'll get there, but like you said, the first few times are gonna be rough."

"I have no doubts that the two of you will do great." She says with a smile.

With one last drag of her cigarette, Alcina puts the butt into the cigarette receptacle.

"Shall we?" She asks, nodding towards the door.

"Oh! Yeah." You say sheepishly.

Alcina opens the door and holds it for you. "After you."

"Thank you." You say with a smile before the two of you head back in.

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dailyreverie · 10 months

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I’m so weak for hugs from behind and Steve 🥺

Thank you so much for your request, Nova! Here are some Steve hugs for you 💖

Prompt list: Small but comforting gestures #2. hugs from behind

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 680 words

Steve had disappeared from your side soon after the ceremony ended, going after a few teachers that he wanted to greet for old times' sake. The sun was shining over Hawkins and the school seemed brighter than ever, the happiness of the just-graduated class rubbing over to you too. The group of once prepubescent kids were all laughter and smiles with their gowns and caps, snapping pictures together and their families; you were just watching them, an easy smile on your lips from the sight before you.

It was then that a couple of sneaky arms almost caught you by surprise; almost, because there was only one person whose arms were made to mold so perfectly around your shoulders. “Hey, gorgeous” A comfortable hug and a soft kiss against your temple greeted you, even though it was definitely not the first time he had saw you that day.

“Hi, handsome.” You welcomed him holding unto his arms. Steve lingered there for a second, with his weight against your back as he joined you, creating a private moment for you two in the middle of the crowded place.

You silently observed the gang of graduates laughing together, but Steve had been weirdly quiet all morning, not to mention touchy, too, always looking for your hand or your waist to hold. You knew him too well, much to his own dismay. “You good?” You had to ask even though you knew he would say yes, lying to your face after you had seen him holding back tears more than once during the ceremony.

Steve leaned further into you with a big sigh, his head almost resting against yours. “Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just…” With another sigh that held way too much emotion, he finally confessed: “They’re all grown up.”

Words couldn’t do anything right then for him, so you just held his arms tighter, turning your head to kiss his forearm with soft lips. “I know,” was the only thing you could say, because you had also seen them grow up right before your eyes and you would lie if you said you weren’t feeling emotional too.

“Remember when that was us?” He asked out of the blue, after a few seconds of silence, kissing right below your earlobe after he did.

“Oh, I do.” You both giggled at the memory, at the innocence that you still carried, with the world ready to be discovered and devoured; back then, just the thought of moving out of Hawkins with your boyfriend felt like a fever dream.

“Would you ever come back? To high school, I mean?” It’s been a few years now, years in which you have been building your little apartment in Indianapolis together, years in which the same arms that are hugging you in the middle of your old high school field are the ones that you wake up to every single day - you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Tangling your fingers with his you held him tighter around you, stretching your neck to kiss his jaw. “I’m pretty happy with the life I got now.” You felt his smile against the top of your head where he kissed you, content smiles on both your faces traveling all the way up to your eyes.

A chorus of people calling for Steve interrupted your little moment as the crew of grads urged him to join the group picture. “Hurry up, Harrington!” Dustin hurried him, and with a tiny squeeze on your arms and one last kiss on your cheek, he left your side.

“Gosh, they look like our proud parents,” Max added with visible disgust on her face.

“That’s exactly what we are.” Steve teased as he approached them all, their actual parents laughing at their kids’ eye-rolls, but Steve couldn’t care less, he heard you laughing at the same time too and his face filled with joy just as you pointed your camera at them.

“Alright guys, say class of 89!” You prompted, to which everyone squeezed around your boyfriend’s tall figure as they cheered, a squished Steve in the middle of it all looking as proud as ever.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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London Will Burn - A Sean Wallace/OFC Story.

I couldn't wait to share this with you, besties. Here, have the first chapter! I know that Sean is pretty niche as he doesn't seem to have all too huge a fandom, but if I can garner a few readers, and you guys could help me out by reblogging this, I would be very appreciative. Commentary is very welcome, as usual, so yes, dive on in and hopefully enjoy! If you like it enough, you can have chapter two sooner rather than later, too :)

The story begins seven years in the past, but will then run semi-canon to the Gangs of London plot and timeframe.

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,826

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

May 24th, 2016.

Coffee, the financial times and resounding quiet. These were the defining components needed for Finn Wallace to begin each day within the spatial surroundings of his corner office, the floor to ceiling windows offering the widest view of the city he ruled over with an iron fist.

“Mr Wallace, please. Sir...”

The words of Minnie, his secretary, delivered outside of his office with mildly pleading desperation tore his attention from fastidiously studying the FTSE 100, Finn looking out from above the pink sheets of paper. He witnessed her scurrying along, her eyes pleading while trying to match the long strides of his son as he approached. “You know your father doesn’t like to be bothered...”

...between the hours of eight and nine. He needed a full hour with nothing but a newspaper and a good supply of anything that came from Whittard of Chelsea prior to starting his day. His son had other ideas that morning, though.

Placing his coffee down, he lifted his chin as Sean strode through the doors, a heap of paperwork within his grasp.

“One print off of the e-contract signed late last night by Kevin Cavanagh, and one verbal assurance that the vessels may port within his dock space for the original agreed amount.” The paperwork hit the desk so hard, it was almost splashed in coffee, Sean looking thoroughly pleased with himself. As he should, his father thought. Kevin had been extremely tricky in this, his son’s first solo deal for the company.

Reaching for the contract, Finn could scarcely believe it, but there it was. K. Cavanagh. Signed, sealed and delivered. “How the fuck did you swing that, boyo?”

Kevin Cavanagh had shown himself to be a rather large thorn in the side of the Wallace empire for weeks, the investor digging his heels in over their proposed deal, an influx of two hundred million sterling into the company’s legitimate holdings to fund the proposed apartment complex they wished to build, and a grant of passage for boats containing large shipments of heroin porting from Pakistan to enter his docks.

The terms and conditions set by Sean had been made clear, but having the upper hand in it all, Kevin had gone back on their proposed arrangement out of sheer greed. It had not gone down well at all. Especially since Finn considered Kevin to be a long-standing friend as well as a business associate. He wasn’t about to involve himself, though. It was Sean’s deal, and he had to learn in going it alone, friend or not.

In their world, though, alliance and friendship were subject to change at any given moment. Friendships aside, Sean had been advised by his father to do whatever it took to secure the deal by the required deadline, which had passed at midnight the night before.

Looking upon his son expectantly, Finn was under no illusion over Sean’s self-satisfied pride in his achievement. His poise did not slip, though. Not even for a second. “I have my ways, all of them effective.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How?”

His son smirked, the same bloody smirk he’d had since he was three, back when he’d usually hoodwinked his mother into the offering of a second reach into the biscuit tin. “If you knew that, then you’d know as much as me.”

Finn felt himself losing patience at his allusivity, but couldn’t quite keep the grin from spreading across his face. “Wiley little shit.”

He chuckled, checking his watch. “I have a meeting to get to. Lunch at The Strand, 1pm? I have a table booked. See you then.”

“If I’m late, order my usual.” Looking over the contract once again, Finn rested his chin upon the pinch of his thumb and forefinger. If he’d gotten a result without them having to yield to Kevin, it surely didn’t matter how Sean had procured the deal.

As time would tell, though, it would.

Striding from the building, Sean climbed into the waiting car, ready to be whisked across London for a viewing on another apartment complex currently under construction. It would take up most of his morning, but such was the nature of his role within the company. Build big, reap big, remain on top.

Leaning back against the plush leather upholstery within the black Mercedes, Sean winced, feeling the soreness that remained from his weekend of sexual hedonism. Clawed scratches marking the freckled alabaster of his back from his shoulders right to the rounded muscles of his arse had certainly felt good at the time, but now the scabbed wounds stung and itched.

That itching sting was experienced internally, too, a rolling wave of cold discomfort washing over his insides once again. Guilt. Maybe even a little remorse. Who’d have thought it? Certainly not him. He had previously considered those emotions to be completely superfluous, with a nature such as his, and most definitely not when his actions had reaped such rewards.

Sean was, if nothing else, completely ruthless in the pursuit of attainment.

His go to in attaining a desired result didn’t always equal the exertion of moral turpitude, but in this instance it very much had. There was no going back on it either. He had struck out, used his bargaining chip of blackmail and garnered the desired results. At twenty-five years old, he’d thought himself perhaps above the actions he’d resorted to, considering his bartering and negotiation skills to be proficient enough.

They hadn’t been.

However, Sean knew that blackmailing Kevin Cavanagh into agreement by threatening to upload a video to the internet of himself fucking his eighteen-year-old daughter would work like a charm in securing a signature, and it had.

He’d understandably been beyond livid with him, after receiving an edited version of the hour-long filming, showing just enough for Kevin to know that Catherine would be subjected to great personal embarrassment and emotional anguish if he didn’t comply.

With his arm figuratively bent up his back, he had agreed, the money immediately transferred, and the contract signed the evening before, once he and his wife had returned from their weekend away. Kevin had also struck a permanent black mark against the son of his old friend, knowing that Finn likely had no part in the blackmail. As chillingly cutthroat as he could be, it wasn’t his style. Words would be had, though, and Sean knew he likely had that coming to him sooner or later.

Just as he would when Catherine caught up with him. He highly doubted Kevin wouldn’t tell her.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, placing his earbuds in and locating the video he had promised to delete. He’d been hesitant there, not because he intended to nefariously make good on his threat and upload it anyway, he had no cause to. The reason behind his stalling was much more complex, and not one he was in a hurry to admit. Not even to himself.

Hearing her sweet moans as he watched himself on the screen, face buried between her legs, a jolt ran right through him. He could almost still taste the sweet honey of her cunt on his tongue, feel her skin against his, and with a shift in his seat, experience her nails clawing at his back.

It was only ever meant to happen once. Once had led to an entire weekend, and there it was again, the unpleasant sting rolling through his guts as he closed his eyes and remembered it. Remembered her.

Her... her.

It was only ever meant to happen once...

St Augustine’s Grammar School for Girls was one of the most exclusive private Catholic schools in the entirety of London. For an eye watering yearly fee, it boasted unsurpassed examination results, a sterling OFSTED record, and much to the fury of the young ladies within its prestigious halls, a strict code for uniform. A black skirt to the knee, high black socks, a white shirt and a navy blazer and tie.

Even the students attending the adjoining sixth form college had to still adhere, much to their loathing. For Catherine Cavanagh, as soon as she was out of the front gates with her friends, adjustments were made.

Her neatly pleated skirt was rolled over a few times to hitch it up, her folded over socks pulled up until they came over the knee, her blazer and tie stuffed into her bag and her shirt undone to reveal a little of the black lace bra she wore beneath, as well as being knotted at the waist. She liked to show off some of what she had.

Lashings of smoky black eyeliner were applied, her lips liberally glossed and her shoulder length blonde waves all shook free of their ponytail prison before she sauntered away, ready for a coffee with her friends, of whom also made similar adjustments to their own uniforms. They were young women at eighteen, all mildly incensed that they still had to stick to the rules of their frigidly stalwart school.

Catherine, or Rin as she preferred to be called, was far from frigid.

“Oi darlin’! Fancy gettin’ in the back of me van and lettin’ me give ya one, eh?”

Ugh. Builders. The worst of the worst for shouting pervy obscenities from the open window of a slowed down Ford Transit. She immediately rolled her eyes. “No thanks, but I fancy giving you this.” Raising her middle finger, her confident smirk grew, her friends cheering on her usual chutzpah.

“Fuck you, then! Little slag!”

Rin snorted. “You wish, mate.”

“I don’t get it,” Rashida, her bestie mused, fiddling with her necklace as she cocked her head. “He wanted to shag you five seconds ago, and now you’re a slag because you didn’t take him up on his offer?” Her face was a picture of bemused disgust as she barked a laugh. “Wanker.”

“Yeah, sums him up. Right, let’s hit the coffee house. I’m fucking gasping for something strong, hot and foamy.”

Their friend Carly couldn’t help but pipe up, laughing at her own joke before she’d even spoken it aloud. “What, you want the big fella from Game of Thrones in a bubble bath? What’s his name?”

“Tormund,” Rin confirmed, her eyes dreamy. “You know I’m weak as fuck for a redhead!”

While the prospect of Kristofer Hivju, the actor who played the aforementioned character awaiting her in a bubble bath was preferred, it was a double shot cappuccino she needed most at that moment. After a day of hard studying for her ongoing A Levels, Rin needed the coffee like air. For no other reason than to stay awake for the duration of her journey home.

She wouldn’t be driving, though. Yet to pass her test, she would simply call for a driver in the employment of her father to collect her when she was ready. Being rich certainly had its perks. Entering the coffee shop a ten-minute walk from the school gates, she paid for her order and stood back to wait, sensing someone behind her before a familiar voice spoke into her ear.

“I am unsure whether your mother would approve of that skirt, young lady.”

Turning, her eyes widened. “Bloody hell! Hello!” It had been at least five years since she’d seen Sean Wallace other than fleeting moments in passing, the last proper time being when he was home from university in his final year. The occasion had been when her parents had thrown a garden party for her father’s friends and closest business associates, plus their families.

“How are you, darling?” He drawled smoothly, kissing her cheek as they exchanged a brief hug. “It’s been a bloody age.” Looking down upon her, his gaze was nothing but clearly appreciative, thinking just what a beautiful young woman she’d become. In fact, beautiful was an understatement; she was an absolute knock out.

In any other circumstance, Catherine Cavanagh would be his perfect match. She came from a similar family, steeped in criminality and staggeringly wealthy, with the best education money could buy, just as he himself had received. They were cut from the exact same cloth, she and Sean. This was not an exercise in procuring the perfect match long-term, though. Far from it.

“It has, I was just thinking that myself,” she confirmed as they parted, feeling a little flustered. Oh, how she’d always fancied the arse off Sean. She might have been extremely confident for an elder teen, much more woman than girl in that respect, but still. Sean was the bloody holy grail as far as she was concerned. “As for me, up to my eyes in all things A Levels, only two more exams left and then its fingers crossed I do well enough to take the provisional place I’ve been offered at LSE.”

He remembered that the London School of Economics had been her long-term goal from the last time he’d spoken to her at length, back when she was just a kid of thirteen. “I remember you telling me, yes. Forgive me, but I forget just what it is you were aiming for?”

A flutter delighted her insides at that, how he hadn’t forgotten her desires to attend LSE when it had been so long since they’d last talked in depth. She’d thought he’d merely been entertaining her thirteen-year-old self and her long-winded plans for her future, but no. He’d actually listened. Then again, he was always very attentive when engaging with someone, no matter who they were. “BSc in mathematics, statistics and business.”

“I bet your father is very proud,” he commented, Rin turning to pick up her coffee.

“Well, I suppose he will be if I actually pull it off and attain the necessary grades. It’ll stand me in good stead for taking over the family business too, when he eventually retires.” They were birds of a feather in that respect, both primed to one day sit at the helm of their respective family empires. “Speaking of which, how are things with you? You’re doing very well at the Wallace Corporation, according to dad.”

“Your father is correct, I am.” He was still very sure of himself. Anyone else would call it arrogance, but Sean was merely infectiously confident. He knew what he wanted, and he went right after it, Rin completely oblivious to the fact that his cool blue eyes were directly focused upon his present target. “Long hours and probably less pay than I should be garnering, but I must confess to be doing rather well for myself. Especially considering I have only been there just over four years.”

They eventually became so lost in their catch-up chatter that Rin completely failed to realise that her friends had moved to a table, turning to see them wave at her. The looks on their faces spoke volumes.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” she assured them, praying Carly didn’t open her mouth. No such luck.

“No, no,” the girl herself chirped right on cue, waving her hands gently in Rin’s direction. “You stay there with your fancy man; we’ll be over here when you’re ready!”

“Oh, shit off!” she chided, feeling her cheeks burn. Turning to Sean, she shook her head. “They’re embarrassing as fuck.”

“I can’t say I’m embarrassed, being labelled as your fancy man.” Pulling out a seat, he gestured to it with a flirtatious smile, ensuring her heart virtually catapulted against her ribcage. She definitely blushed furiously at that. Ahh, it was almost too easy, but then again Sean’s charm was legendarily flawless. Being well spoken, powerful, and as dangerous as he was gorgeous didn’t hurt either.

A red-haired bad boy in a Balmain suit. If Rin had a type at all in this world, it was Sean Wallace. And boy, how the man himself saw that loud and clear.

“So, I hear your parents are away in France right now?”

“Yes,” Rin confirmed, the smidgen of envy in her voice clear. How she would have loved a long weekend in the French Alps skiing, too. “They’ll be hurtling down a mountain right now, while I’m stuck here in dreary London, slogging my guts out all in the name of revision.”

He smirked, picking up his espresso and sipping it. Sean liked his coffee one way; strong and black. “Ah, but you do get Mulford Hall all to yourself for the weekend. Quite the party palace, one would assume.”

She crinkled her nose, shaking her head. “The staff will grass me up if I even so much as open a can of cider with more than four friends in attendance. Mother dearest likes to keep her fucking tabs on me.” Rin didn’t dislike her mother, but it was no secret that she was daddy’s girl through and through. If he had his way, he’d have arranged for the antiques to be removed from banquet hall and allowed she and her friends run wild. Diane was not quite so lenient.

Yes. A banquet hall. The Cavanagh’s were truly that wealthy, to have such in their fifteen-bedroom, eighteen-bathroom, sprawling abode located in Westminster, just around the corner from Hyde Park. Half of their sprawling gardens backed onto the park itself, in fact.

Mostly, Mulford Hall was used as a successful wedding and events venue, half of the house sectioned off as a private family residence and inaccessible to the public, also being a historical location of interest for tourists. It had been in her family for centuries, gifted to one of her ancestors, the very first Lord Mulford by King Charles I. Now with no elder male heir and her grandparents having passed on, it remained in the family by the residing Lady Mulford, her mother.

“I suppose the little ones would have plenty to say, even if the staff did keep schtum.” Oh yes, Sean was correct there. Her younger brother and sisters would likely relish in telling on her to their parents. Keeping secrets that did not directly benefit them was not in the interests of your average twelve, ten and nine year old children. “I mean, if they could even hear the sounds of partying. Does your mother not keep them in a turret or similar?”

She snorted laughing into her coffee, spraying a fine mist of foam from the large cup, “Shut up, you shit. You know we’re not that grand.” Suddenly, she felt the cold wave of discomfort when he frowned, wondering if she’d pushed it a little in calling him a shit, even in tease. After all, they did not know each other beyond the boundaries of acquaintance. It was their parents who were friends, not them.

He then reached, wiping a fleck of foam from her cheek, the corners of his mouth upturning as he watched her blush, leaning across the table. “It takes a brave person to refer to me as a shit.”

Regaining her confidence, she licked her top lip, shrugging lightly. “Or a gobby little twat such as myself.”

She was a pistol. He enjoyed that perhaps more than he should have. He laughed softly through his nose, sipping his coffee again as she continued. “I actually have the place to myself, staff aside. The nanny has taken the little terrors to Legoland for the weekend, and there aren’t any weddings on, so I’m enjoying pottering around the old pile in my pants.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just your pants?”

“I like to give the gardeners something nice to look at.”

God, and how nice her body was, he wagered, his eyes sweeping her momentarily. “I bet you do.”

Lust. Lust delivered from behind full, long auburn lashes tinged with gold, eyes that burned like cool fire as he stared her dead in the eye, Rin feeling as if she was caught in a searchlight she could not avoid. Not that she’d want to. Being illuminated by the desire of Sean Wallace was something she’d only ever fantasised about as a girl. As a young woman, acting upon it now seemed within her grasp.

And grasp for it she would. “You’re thinking about me in nothing but my pants, aren’t you?”

Playful, yet direct. He liked that, liked that she was so easily wandering right into the jaws of his trap with such little effort. “I am.”

She leaned closer, watching him retrieve a packet of mints from his pocket, placing one into his mouth. The way he so effortlessly pressed the white disc onto his tongue made her shiver, imagining the skill a mouth that clever and effortlessly cool might possess. He offered the packet, but she shook her head, the strongness of Trebor’s finest too much for her delicate tastebuds. “What else are you thinking?”

He mirrored her, leaning near, eyes fixed unblinkingly as he ran his fingertip in a circle over the back of her hand. It was an action that made every single hair upon her arm stand on end. “I’m thinking that the next thing I want on my tongue is you.”

Fireworks exploded in her chest and gut, a fizz of excitement glittering. Unexpected afternoon sex; it was a proposal most definitely to her liking. “Where’s closer, mine or yours?”

“Mine,” he confirmed, rising from his seat as he pulled out his phone. “Westminster is a fucking ball ache of a drive at this time in the day.”

He wasn’t wrong. While Sean called his driver, giving him the name of the coffee shop, Rin made a phone motion to her friends while mouthing ‘I’ll call later’, Rashida and Carly looking as alert as two meerkats keeping the watch at seeing their friend leave with the handsome young mystery man.

Rashida couldn’t help the joke she made. It was too uncanny. “Little slag.”

“Love you too, you knob.” Leaving to the sound of her friend's laughter, Rin joined Sean at the side of the curb, only waiting a few moments for the sleek, black Mercedes to pull up before them. He opened the door for her, Rin sliding in and moving across so he didn’t have to walk around, Sean climbing in and shutting the door with a soft clunk.

“Home please, Tony.” he spoke to the driver, his eyes remaining ahead. She turned slightly to view him, feeling somewhat uneasy when he didn’t return her glance. Dropping her gaze, her thoughts began to race a little, jumping slightly when after a few moments, she felt his hand press to her thigh.

It was a plan of effortless execution, Sean tracking her movements from afar for a few days prior, learning her daily routine. It truly had been as simple as turning up at her regular coffee shop prior to her usual time of arrival, turning on the charm and reaping the rewards. Leaning close, his beard tickled her earlobe, sending a thrill right through her. “I can’t wait to put my mouth between these fantastic legs of yours.”

Neither could she.

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Genshin Men: How They Greet You In The Morning [Inazuma]

Summary: What our lovely Genshin boys do when they wake up (and you’re still asleep, or just beginning to wake up)

Genre: fluff | x reader (established relationship)

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Gorou: He likes to get up early for training or a morning jog. He wishes that both of you could have aligned schedules because he likes saying good morning to you before leaving. Gets a little shy when he finally goes out, because he likes to talk to you for a bit even when you’re asleep (which yes, he knows is kind of weird since he’s lowkey talking to no one). “I’m going out for a run, so you take a good rest. When I get back, we can eat together!” Gives you a little kiss on the forehead and goes on with his day thinking about you until he finally sees you.

Itto: He likes tracing your features while you’re still sleeping with the sunlight hitting your face. Sometimes, if he does or says something he will try to be as quiet as possible so he doesn’t wake you. However, it doesn’t always work out. “Good morning, sunshine!” Literally everyone can hear him. Sometimes his gang busts in for reasons like reminding him to not miss catching big onikabuto early in the morning. Though your mornings with him can be chaotic, you can’t deny you love your one and oni.

Thoma: Gets up pretty early since he has work to do. Still makes sure you’re nice and tucked in even though it’s morning. He's always happy and smiling when you wake up, and greets you good morning! Makes breakfast for you and leaves it on the nightstand by your bedside if you haven't gotten up yet. But otherwise likes to wait for you to spend your day together. If you wake up with him, you do your morning routine with each other!

Ayato: Busy man, not sure if you’ll even get to see him. But little do you know he’s giving you the sweetest kiss on your forehead and lips. Every morning he’s hesitant on leaving you, and admittedly he would think about abusing his power as the head of the Kamisato clan to stay just a bit longer in bed with you. (Don’t worry, once you wake up and go on with your day, you’ll find him ‘coincidentally’ crossing paths with you outside). Nontheless, Ayato gets up and follows his daily routine as if he wasn’t just lovery-dovey with you.

Heizou: As his lover, he’d still be a bit cheeky towards you. He watches your small movements: the rise and fall of your chest, the possible drool from the side of your mouth, your nose twitching. Like Gorou, I think he’d like to somehow tell his s/o that he’s going out. He does so by blowing lightly on your eyelashes, and once he sees your eyes flutter open, he’ll giggle and say “Good morning lovebug, I’m gonna get going now.”

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Hanma has thought about it many times and yet it still comes as a surprise when you do ask him.

He can tell there's something on your mind, a question, a thought that you're mulling over, and it makes sense that all his statements ar met with a disinterested "mhm" when he slides his arms around you at the end of the day. But honestly, this many years later, he's still a little baffled by you, the things you say, clever things and not, thoughts and musings that he finds he still likes to hear even now. He likes hearing you talk and it had surprised him at first, how much he wanted to hear your voice, even when you had such little to say.

But he finds that sometimes, days like today, he's doing most of the talking and it's clear you're tired, worn out, stressed perhaps, in a way he knows you're usually pretty good at dealing with. He likes it, how much he can look after you even though you'll never ask- because you don't want him to feel like it's owed, like it's transactional. But yes, to some extent, it does bother him when he walks in and finds you quiet, a discarded coffee cup on the table that's evidence of the only thing you've had all day.

He doesn't believe he's any good at fixing it, but you know better. It's not an overstatement to say he's better than good at fixing your moods, that a single statement, quip made playfully, has whatever negativity you might be feeling slipping through your skin.

It's dangerous and you hate it.

'What are you thinkin' Sweetheart?' he says this time, the Tv remote slipping off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud, left on the carpet while some shitty romcom plays as background noise.

'Mhm? Oh, nothing really.' You wave a hand and tighten your arms around him, your cheek pressed flat to the apex of his chest, absently watching the movie as the drone of the tv zips by your ears.

'Go on, tell me Pretty Girl.' And he bends to kiss your hair, his hand squeezing at your hip where your tshirt has ridden up.

'Fine but don't make fun of me okay?'

'I won't. Cross my heart and hope to d-'

'Don't finish that sentence.'

He laughs, and it's with mirth as he plants another kiss on your cheek, a gentle and firm tug that has you pressed closer still, his breath now fanning over your nose. 'Go on Sweetheart.'

You chew your lip and pick up his hand, turning it over in yours this way and that. You've never not marvelled at how they feel in yours, callouses and rough patches of skin that you've traced with your own painted nails, the black ink of sin that you lift to your mouth to kiss reverently, before smoothing over his knuckles with your lips.

'Do you ever think about...well- like- running away?' You say, your hand holding his your cheek, rubbing it against the rough pads of his fingers as his thumb brushes your lips.

He frowns and pauses. 'Running away? How do you mean Princess?'

'You know like- leaving gangs and all that. Just going somewhere a bit safer y'know, somewhere I don't have to worry so much.'

There's a beat as the thought churns in his mind, a palpable silence as he mulls over the idea, hopeless as it is. But he won't tell you that. He doesn't like the idea of letting you down, disappointing you, hurting you in any way, breaking the veil of your hard won happiness that he knows he shatters every morning when he leaves, you in the doorway waving him off as if it doesn't break you at the thought it could be the last time.

'Mhm, honestly Princess, where would we go? There's no leaving this kind of life- even if we wanted to. There's nowhere we wouldn't be found.'

'You really think so?' you say then, your cheek coming up to brush at his exposed collarbones, the tv's blue light casting a soft glow over the smooth planes of his chest.

'I do. Besides, we like this life right? We have a lot of money and fun.'

'Yeah, I guess you're right. I just think about it sometimes. Y'know, a long extended holiday in the Bahamas kinda thing.'

He raises an eyebrow here, a slow and calculated smirk tugging at his lips still pressed to your hair. 'Oh? That where you wanna go?'

You give him a pointed look, dropping his hand to your lap where you lace it with your own on top of the duvet. 'It would be nice- a mini getaway, nice weather and food and just the two of us.'

'Mhm, it would, but you know what would make it even better?' he says, the very unsubtle smirk now creeping onto his lips in full force, a firm tug that has you now straddling his lap, your hands braced on his chest.

'Hm?'

He airily waves his hand, punishment that then grabs your thigh to pull you against him. 'You and me and loads of sex-'

'Shuji?!' And you slap a hand on his mouth, smiling still despite it all, the inevitability of it, the concept of him walking out into the world again tomorrow morning, leaving you here with a kiss to your mouth- and another because you like it and him to an extent that you can't speak about - that still hurts and heals at the same time.

He laughs again and your heart is a dangerous drum against your ribs when he lifts your chin to peck at your lips, a kiss to each cheek, to your forehead that has tears pricking unwillingly at the unconventional softness and tenderness of him that never feels like anything but safety, like anything but warmth.

'Okay loads of sex then- but what do you think? It's not too farfetched is it?' you say, running a hand down his chest in the way he likes - in the way you know he likes.

'mhm, we'll think about it, how's that Sweetheart? A trip to the Bahamas for my pretty girl.' He grips you from the back then, thumbs pressing into the indent of you, hands that find purchase so easily between the grooves of your muscles as if you were made for him.

Maybe because you are, maybe because you were. And maybe for once you don't feel ashamed for asking. And maybe because of him, to need and be needed, is okay.

i love him so much im cry every day bye

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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 11 months

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You Feel Like //h.j.s

pairing: idol!jisung x fem!reader I genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers I Warnings: talk of anxiety, mention of sasaengs (kinda just wanted to be sure to put it here), use of pet names (baby, lovey), mc gets very drunk, im experiencing hanji brain rot and this is the product, y/n is written from the perspective of being plus sized but it's not a plot point bc it doesn't need to be :)

word count: 4.8k

a/n: hello everyone! Just a heads up in case it isn't explained well enough in the beginning here: the use of the name "Han" is in reference to like his stage name, while "Jisung" is in reference to him as just a normal human. Apologies if that gets confusing but I thought the idea was cool. :) Also the title comes from this song, as I feel like the song fits the vibe. titles are hard. thank you. i love u.

reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

If you spent any amount of time with him, you would know there are two very distinct sides to Han Jisung.

First, there was Han. This is where the performer side of him lived. The side that everyone knew. The cocky faces he makes when he dances, the way he raps like he could bring any person in the room to their knees in that moment. A loud voice, drawing the whole room’s attention to him with a laugh that almost immediately followed anything he said. Witty and funny, goofy and smiley. This is Han.

Then, there’s Jisung. This is where the domestic side of him lived. The side that only those closest to him had the honor of seeing. Quiet mornings, gentle humming as he writes lyrics on notebook paper or napkins or anything a pen could mark. A dark room with only soft fairy lights and a tv screen playing his favorite anime or kdrama. Cozy hoodies and soft smiles, content in the calmness. Wide eyes and puffy cheeks, still goofy but only because that’s who he is. This is Jisung.

Your first encounter, of course, was with Han. It was a Friday night and you had gone to do karaoke with some friends to try and blow off steam. After hours of screaming your favorite songs, you were ready to go home. Your friends, however, were still going steady. So, you decided to step out for a moment. Stepping out of the room, you heard a group making their way down the opposite hall, the one in front loudly cracking jokes. You could see some dyed hair poking out from the bottom of his beanie, threatening to fall into his eyes. To your horror, you realized they had looped back around and were now coming directly towards you. Unsure of what to do, you turned and faced the wall, hoping they would just glide past you the way all groups of attractive men tended to. You saw the group move on and sighed with relief, turning back around. However, you were suddenly face to face with the loud one in the beanie. You blinked in surprise, expecting him to have been with his little gang.

“You okay?” He asks softly, scanning your face carefully. His eyes were so big it seemed like they were drinking you in even though he wasn’t trying. He’s really pretty, you thought to yourself, back pressed gently to the wall. He gave you a look as if to ask you again and you nodded, clearing your throat gently.

“Yes! Uh, just taking a little break. They’re hard to keep up with.” You point to the door and, as if they could sense it, your friend tried to hit a high note that sounded like a cry of pain. The stranger chuckled, looking down at his feet while nodding.

“I just… I felt like you needed someone to check in with you. People don’t usually stand with their nose pressed to the wall.” He teased a bit, holding back a smirk. Your cheeks flushed pink, head turning to look down the hall in an effort to conceal it.

“Well, thanks… for noticing.” You mutter, clenching your trembling fingers into a fist.

“Han! What’re you doing?” A voice called from a room down the hall.

“I’ll be just a sec!” He called back and sighed. “I didn’t catch your name. As you heard, I’m Han. Actually Han Jisung. My friends call me either of those. Or both. Or whatever.” He rambled and you could see the tips of his ears dusting pink.

“I’m y/n.” You replied softly, a smile resting on your lips as you watched him, intrigued.

“I hope we meet again, y/n.” He smiled wide and you nearly melted. Everything about him was radiant. He turned to walk down the hall and you felt him slipping from your fingers. You knew you would never meet him again. That this must have been some type of divine intervention, bringing you two together.

“W-wait!” You called after him, causing him to turn and look at you curiously. You reached into your purse and frantically dug for a pen and some sort of paper. You pulled out an old receipt and scribbled your phone number on the back along with your name. “I don’t think fate will be kind enough to shove us together like this again.” You breathed as you handed the paper to him, face red. He looked down at your extended hand and a smile twitched on his lips. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and pocketed the paper gently, flashing you a smile.

“I’ll text you, y/n.” He said softly before turning and disappearing into the room with his friends. You slowly made your way back to your own group, trying to catch your breath. Your friends were oblivious, telling you to sing this group song with them. You nodded and grabbed a tambourine, trying to not obsess over the question of whether Han had already texted you or not.

It was late when you finally got home, phone securely in your hand. You even turned the ringer on, which you never did, so that you wouldn’t miss his message. However, no message came that night. Or in the morning. Or even over the next few days. You had become convinced that he’d just thrown the paper away when your phone pinged.

Unknown Number: hey sorry it took a sec but this is han

y/n: oh hey! Its ok haha no worries

Han: also thanks for giving me ur number. I was too scared to ask for it fr.

y/n: lol glad to know i wasnt the only one

You grew fairly close with him from that moment, the two of you texting almost constantly.

The first time you hung out with Han, he had invited you to hang out with him and his friends (which you found out meant his bandmates) at his apartment. When you found the apartment building, you tried to enter but the door was locked. Pulling out your phone, you called Han.

“Hey! You aren’t lost, right?” Han greeted and you could perfectly imagine the smile on his face.

“No, I’m at your building. I just can’t get in.” You explained, looking up the side as if you could see him.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. We have to keep our building extra secure, especially after an incident we had a bit ago.” You could hear the way even thinking about it made him anxious, whatever it was. “I’m coming down to let you in, so give me like three minutes.”

“Okay, I’m timing you.” You teased and could hear him breathe out a laugh.

“I better hurry then, huh?” He laughed and you heard the elevator ding in the background. When he arrived at the door, he pushed it open and flashed you a wide smile.

“Two minutes and forty seconds. Close call, Jisung.” You chuckled as you walked through the open door, falling in step beside him quietly.

“I think the elevator deserves all of the credit for that.” He shrugs, pushing the call button and standing beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for coming, by the way.” He smiled softly, looking at you with happy eyes.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You responded softly, taking note of the static feeling between the two of you. It was tugging, drawing you in with every breath. The sharp ding of the elevator arriving drew you back to reality, light from the empty elevator flooding into the dark lobby. Han gestures for you to go first, bowing politely.

His apartment was near the top of the building, so the elevator ride was quiet. But, somehow, it wasn’t awkward. Silence with him felt comfortable, safe almost. He seemed to have realized at the same time, looking at you with a wondering expression. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was cut off by the opening of the elevator doors.

The apartment was definitely one men lived in, if you can believe that. You chuckled to yourself at the corner of the room dedicated to various at-home workout equipment. But it absolutely could have been worse.

“Guys, this is my friend y/n. She was the one I met at karaoke a couple weeks ago.” Han introduced you to the group. The group all greeted you with soft smiles from where they were and invited you over to sit with them. You recognized some of their faces from the videos you had seen, but it was a little overwhelming trying to learn who was who. Felix eagerly scooted beside you and started talking with you, which you were grateful for. Han sat on the other side of you even though he was fully engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin. Han was the light in the room and everyone was drawn into it, laughing heartily at his jokes or hanging on his every word when he told a story. They teased him, of course, as friends do, and he would loudly defend himself and make everyone laugh again.

You sat back quietly and observed, taking note of the dynamics that naturally lived in the group. Started to pick out the ones who subconsciously stuck together, who people directed their conversations towards most often. It was fascinating, so much so that you didn’t even notice Han looking towards you and asking you a question. He poked your knee gently, drawing your attention back on him.

“You good?” He whispered, looking for any sign of anxiety or discomfort on your face. When you nodded happily, you saw his shoulders loosen. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want the others to be in this conversation. Not that any of them even cared or noticed, too wrapped up in eachother.

“I’ll have whatever you get.” You smile a bit wider at the way he strongly considers what that choice should be. He stands and walks towards the kitchen, humming a tune you can’t quite place.

“Y/n, what do you do for work?” Chan asked softly from across the small table, clearly wanting you to feel welcome even when Han isn’t in the room.

“Oh, I’m a preschool teacher.” You nod, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.

“That’s so cute. Do you do lots of fingerpainting?” Felix asks from your other side. You chuckle and shake your head.

“It’s way too messy and all of these kids wear clothes that are worth more than I make in two years.” They nod, the conversation coming to a lull.

“Ooo, y/n tell them about the craft project you guys did last week.” Han sits beside you and sets a can of soda in front of you that’s identical to his. You dive into a story about popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners and trying to explain the term ‘structural integrity’ to four year olds. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Han watching you carefully. Hanging on your every word just like everyone does for him. Even though he’s heard it all before, he laughs and smiles and nods. Once the attention slides away from you and they disburse back into their own little conversations, you try to be part of one between Han and Jeongin but soon realize that Jeongin is talking with Chan. You trail off, awkwardly looking down at your hands. “Hey, keep going. I’m listening.” You hear Han encourage softly, bumping your arm gently with his drink. You look up at him and smile gratefully, launching back into the tale of the time you were chased by an angry lizard and Han is completely invested with wide eyes.

The first time you hung out with Jisung was at your apartment, roughly a year after the two of you had met at the karaoke.

“Ugh, it’s just been a shitty day and I need a drink.” You vented to Jisung on the phone while you folded laundry.

“Should I bring over some beer and chicken? Maybe some soju?” You can hear his keys jingling in the background, clearly already getting ready to head your way.

“No, it’s fine. You guys are so busy lately, I would hate to take your time. I’ll be fine, Ji.” The nickname was a recent development, but you both seemed to like it so it stuck.

“Okay, so beer and soju. Got it. I’ll even be your knight in shining armor and get those chips you love for some reason.” You hear his door click shut behind him. “I’ll be over soon pookie wookie bear.” He says in a cute voice and you make a gagging sound. “Okay, okay! Sorry! I am actually on my way. Give me like 15 minutes, yeah?”

Twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing over. And over. And over. You opened the door and glared.

“If I could, I would yell your full government name at you right now.” You sigh, and let him in, cursing your neighbor who you found out was a Stay shortly after they moved in. Yeah, makes having any of the boys over very tricky. Great times. Jisung giggles because he knows the reason “You little shit.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. He sets down his convenience store bag on the coffee table and eyes your folded laundry while glancing over to see if you’re watching. “No! No, I just washed those. Get your own hoodies you gremlin.” You can’t help but laugh as he pouts, hands reaching out for his personal favorite of your hoodie collection. You swipe the pile and toss it onto your bed.

“But your hoodies are so much comfier.” He whines and sighs, huffing into his spot on the floor.

“Just buy your own hoodies in a bigger size.” You shake your head, plopping beside him on the floor and emptying the bags.

“Yeah, but our hoodie is a special one I can’t buy myself.”

“My hoodie that I bought at a concert just months ago?” You know which one he’s referring to. It’s a dark green hoodie you bought when you saw your favorite artist in concert recently. “I bet you could find it online.” You mutter, ignoring his pleading eyes and grab the remote to pick something to watch. You land on your comfort anime, Haikyuu and Jisung groans.

“Look, I get that you had a rough day. But if I have to watch the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai match again, I might unalive myself.”

“Okay, what should we watch then?” You give up, handing him the remote. He scrolls through the options for a while, sighing periodically before shrugging.

“Do you wanna just put on cafe vlogs and talk about it?” He asks softly, taking a sip of his beer. Your lip wobbled but you nodded, taking a deep breath and a big swig of your somaek than Han had made for you. He also made a mess on the floor, but in his defense he was just trying to make you feel better. Once Najing is making drinks on your TV, he turns his attention towards you and quietly waits. You look at him and anchor yourself to the stars you swear you see swirling in his eyes.

“Okay, so-” a sob escapes from your mouth and the rest of your retelling of the day is a blubbering mess. A set of parents publicly humiliated you for something that was well out of your control and your boss was absolutely of no help, saying it must have been your fault. Jisung is sympathetic, handing you tissues and patting your arm gently.

“y/n-ah, that was definitely not your fault. That shit is so out of pocket, you didn’t deserve that.” He grabbed your hand gently and both of you jumped back as if you were shocked by electricity. You clearly weren’t expecting that and he didn’t even realize he had done it. “UHHH OKAY HOW ABOUT KARAOKE.” Han came out to cover Jisung from the embarrassment and all you could do was laugh.

“I am not in the mood for karaoke.” You gasp between wheezes, shaking your head.

“Then you need more alcohol.” He filled your glass back to the top and handed it to you. You can’t tell if his cheeks are red from the beer or from what just happened but he was so damn cute you didn’t care.

“No, I don’t want to hear you do terrible covers of your group's own songs. It’s very painful for me, a fan, to hear. And I’m sure my neighbor would break through the wall in an instant.” You take a sip of your drink, trying to catch your breath. He frowns and takes his spot next to you. It’s quiet between the two of you, but you don’t feel pressured to say anything. You weren’t sure how long had passed, the two of you just quietly watching drinks be made. “Thank you, Sungie. I feel better just having you here.” Your head turns to look at him and he’s eyeing you with a small smile.

“You’ve never called me that in person before.” he comments softly, the stars swirling even more. Did you have too much to drink? Maybe.

“Called you what? Sungie?” You giggle and lean towards him. Yeah, you’re definitely drunk. He huffs out a small laugh at whatever it is you’re doing and turns his face away.

“I like it. You can keep calling me that if you want.”

“Only when it’s just us though. That seems like a” you lean in closer and whisper “boyfriend nickname.” And you swear for a second that his cheeks instantly flush red, but he stands up and mutters something about going to the bathroom, pulling his hood over his head. While he’s gone, you crawl onto the couch and curl into a ball. You swear you only plan to close your eyes for a second, but are awoken by Jisung shaking you awake.

“Should I go home?” He asks softly, squatting down to be eye level with you. You pout and shake your head, making grabby hands for him.

“Can’t you just cuddle with me all night?” This time you for sure see his cheeks flush pink.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?” He asks sadly, gently pushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Because I’ve secretly been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. But shhh, you can’t tell Jisung.” You slur, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him onto the couch. He holds back a laugh as you pull him into your arms, humming in content when you finally have him close. He’s still for a moment before coming to the quiet realization that your arms are the home he’s longed for all these years. His eyes scan the details of your face, tears threatening to fall at any moment. The two of you had hugged before, so why was it so different this time? Why was his heart pounding yet somehow he’s never felt more at peace.

“We can’t go back from here.” He whispers to you with a serious gaze but you’re already asleep, snoring softly. He places a feather soft kiss on your nose and nuzzles into you happily.

You woke up that morning to a text from Jisung, explaining that he had to run out for some work thing. You groaned, lifting your head from the couch and looking around the living room. It was surprisingly clean for Jisung having been over last night. You don’t remember much after the mention of karaoke, and even that’s a little fuzzy. You drag yourself to the kitchen to drink some water, swearing that you’ll never drink again. Is it a lie? Perhaps. But it feels sincere right now. You’re in the process of gulping down an entire bottle of water when new memories from the night before flood into your mind. Water sprays from your nose in shock, luckily you’re near the sink.

“Oh my god, y/n you can never drink again. Holy shit why did I DO THAT?” You blindly reach for a paper towel to clean off your face, coughing slightly. As if sensing he was being thought about, you see Jisung calling you. You clear your throat and pick up, trying to seem like whatever that was didn’t just happen. “Hey, what’s up Ji?”

“Hey! I was just checking on you, baby. You were still sleeping when I left.” Baby? Oh dear, what have you done?

“Oh, uh thanks. Yeah, I’m just drinking some water.” And blowing it out your nose, no big deal. We love a talented queen. “Um, Ji, about last night-”

“Sorry y/n-ah, I gotta go. I’ll come see you tonight, okay?” He cuts you off, ending the call just as abruptly as it had started.

The day consisted of you pacing around your apartment, trying to figure out how to tell Jisung that you didn’t actually mean to confess your feelings. Not that you didn’t mean what you said but more that the timing was terrible. You had known him for over a year now but you were scared that this was too fast. He wasn’t even technically allowed to date, so all of this was wrong. So wrong. So, when Jisung arrived at your apartment later that day, you had been spiraling down this rabbit hole for hours. You were a mess and almost burst into tears at the sight of him. Of course he had flowers, why wouldn’t he have flowers? He was holding them so cutely too.

“Sorry I’m kinda late, I wasn’t sure which bouquet at the flower shop was prettier.” His smile was so wide it almost hurt. You stepped to the side, letting him come in.

“So, uh, Ji. I wanted to talk about last night.” You muttered nervously, picking at your nails with your eyes on the floor.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, let's talk about it.” You could hear the worry in his voice as he sat on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You sat beside him and took a deep breath, unable to look at him.

“I… I just wanted to apologize for what drunk y/n did. She, uh, clearly forgot her manners. She also forgot that you’re not allowed to date, so yeah. Not very cool.” You finally gained the strength to look up at him and he was holding back a laugh, trying his hardest to look serious.

“Uh, so you’re saying that you don’t feel that way?” He asks, momentarily gaining his composure.

“Well, no. But I know that-”

“Then that’s all that matters. All the rest of it, we’ll figure it out.” He grabs your hand and sighs. “You’re just too cute, you know that?” He flashed you his wide smile that made your heart melt and all the anxiety skitter away from your mind.

You thought that dating a celebrity would have been awkward or scary. But dating Jisung felt as easy as breathing. While, yes, you had to keep your relationship hidden from the world as well as his company, the two of you still managed to be attached at the hip. Until your schedules made it a bit more difficult, of course. But you could always count on Jisung to bombard you with tiktoks at any given point of the day.

This last comeback, however, there wasn’t even time for that. You tried to text and call him when you could, but both of you were so busy that the calls were never longer than an hour and the messages were brief. Scrolling through Twitter, you saw Stay talking about how worried they were for Han, saying he seemed like he wasn’t feeling well. It was like a knife twisting in your heart to see him like that, to see that the Han front wasn’t even able to hold up.

With some help from Chan, you booked a flight to come visit Jisung while he conveniently had the day off after lunch. You had arrived at his hotel room just before he had gotten back, waiting eagerly on the couch for him. Your heart jumped at the sound of the door opening and you stood, already craving him in your arms. You heard him sigh and kick his shoes off, padding into the room. His eyes were glued to his phone, headphones in. You chuckled to yourself as he obliviously went into the bedroom and you followed behind him. He crawled into bed and finally noticed you when he glanced up towards the end of the bed where you stood. His eyes widened and he sat up, jaw dropping in shock.

“Baby? Is it really you?” You could see his eyes begin to water as he stood up and slowly made his way towards you.

“Yeah, I’m here love.” You smiled as he quickly closed the space between the two of you and pulled you in close. His sniffles only made your heart break for him more, your arms tightening around his body to hold him closer.

“I missed you so much. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s so hard right now.”He mumbled into your neck where he was nuzzled against you. “I’m trying so hard to be what I’m supposed to be, but I’m so tired and my head hurts all the time. I really don’t want to let them down, but I don’t know how to do better.” You can feel his tears wetting your shirt as he confides in you, tears streaming down your own cheeks.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You sighed and gently pulled him away and held his face in your hands. “Look at me baby.” You whispered softly, wiping tears from his face with your thumbs. His wide eyes slowly slide to meet yours and the guilt that lives in them fills you with sadness and anger. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with having an off day, or even an off week for that matter. Maybe even an off month. You work a very demanding job and you do it flawlessly. So many people love you and look to you for strength, Han Jisung. But you’re allowed to not feel okay. To need some time alone, to recharge.” You kiss his forehead gently and you can feel him lean into your touch. “I know we’re both busy, but I’m seriously just a phone call away- always. I don’t care where I am, I’ll answer if you call.” You pull back and look at him and he gives you a small smile, nodding.

“Thank you for coming.” His voice is soft, looking at you adoringly. He covers your face in kisses, a full smile finally growing on his beautiful face.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” You go out to the couch and grab the gift bag you had brought in and hand it to him with a smile. He furrows his brow and peaks into the bag before breaking out into a huge grin. “I figured I could loan our favorite hoodie to you until you come back.” You chuckle as you watch him frantically take off the one he was wearing and replace it with yours. He rushes over to you and hugs you tightly again. The two of you eventually end up on the bed, snuggled up to one another in comfortable silence. After what could have been hours, Jisung kisses your forehead and keeps his lips there while he mumbles the phrase that makes your heart soar every single time you hear it.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

#Spotify #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids boyfriend #han jisung #skz #skz han #skz texts #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #han jisung brainrot #han quokka #skz x reader

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tempestuous-tempest · 11 months

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Again! Wrench Headcanons:

Guess this 28/41 year old is my hyperfixation for a while.[Age depends on which game he's in. WD2 has him at canonically 28 while Legion makes him canonically 41 years old.] This is about the length of my Deacon Rambles post...

Was a high school drop out at some point. Always getting in trouble for skipping classes, taking shit apart, having his hood/mask on, fighting because he didnt get along with people, etc etc. He hated school.

I see him as the type to have been a drummer in a band at one point. Eventually the band just fell apart but he has some of their songs on his phone still.

Loved the movie Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. In his mind, it had a badass sound track. 7 Nation Army by The White Stripes and Black Sheep by Metric and Brie Larson were real bangers in his mind.

Reeks of beer and gasoline most of the time. Change my mind.

Deadpool is this man's icon. Some of his jokes are inspired by jokes from the comics or movies. Has posters, funkos, obviously the comics and movies, and even dressed up as his own punk version of deadpool loosely based on the funko mini. His personal favorite mini was the chicken costume.

Has a unicorn stuffed animal himself.

Also likes Spider-Punk.

Likes Motorcycles a little bit more than cars.

Detective films? Yes. Action Movies? Definitely. Sci-Fi? Hell Yeah! Horror? Maybe not so much.

People seem to be unable to decide whether Wrench is Bi or Pan. I personally think he'd be Pansexual.

Doesn't like cleaning as he states ingame. Will clean if the mess starts to bother him. Or if Sitara makes him.

High metabolism which is why he's so thin.

Throwns in tons of movie/game references when speaking expecting people to get them and then has to explain them when they dont. Definitely geeks out when someone does.

You know that one audio trend with the person singing CPR and someone else yelling "Language"? He'd be the singer and Sitara would be the one yelling at him to mind his language.

Sends the most odd videoes at the most random of times.

Also the kind of guy that might not respond until like and hour or 2 later.

Tries to be pretty quiet in the mornings, besides the music blasting in his earbuds/headphones.

The more I think about the more I start to believe that his "bad driving" is just a thing he makes people believe until you see his dumb ass in a race and this fucker blows you away with his skills. Then you start to really understand why he can do perfect drifts getting away from the police or gangs in a chace.

Due to his always racing thoughts, he sometims forgets some things. Like he gets sent out to take out the trash, goes to the kitchen, forgets why he went in there, does a few circles to try and remember, then gives up and goes back to his room or workspace. It'll hit him like 20 minutes later.

Favorite food is probably Tacos. Pizza close in like 2nd or 3rd place, maybe.

Decent at voice impressions, if you couldnt tell.

Oh, and for those who absolutely need them, have some romance headcanons too:

Didn't show his face to his S/O until like 6 months into the relationship at the least. He was so fucking nervous too.

Wouldn't even fully open up about his past until probably a year in at the least.

Prepare for cheesy love songs, matching key chains, corny pick up lines, bits of playful teasing, and a lot of small physical touches. (Mostly hand holding but would wrap his arms around his s/o's waist) His s/o also wrapping their arms around his waist drives him nuts.

Needs a lot of reassurance that his s/o loves him. I wouldnt say constantly but quite a few times in the relationship, especially at the beginning.

He isnt exactly scared of commitment as he had a husband at one point. Key word: "Had". Dont expect him to fully settle down though. He still plans to fight until he is sure this battle is really over.

Two Words: Super. Clingy.

Might forget an anniversary, dont hold it against him. He sometimes forgets what he had for breatfast 15 minutes ago.

As I've mentioned before, he does not like kids. Don't expect a family with him.

No planned dates unless his s/o is the one who plans them. He kinda just does things whenever if both have the free time.

Makes sure to dial down his weirdness just a little so his s/o is comfortable. He takes things slow if they want them to be.

Was definitely taking forever to actually ask his s/o out. Hoped they would do it first but then got impatient after a while and just blurted out everything.

This is getting too long. Im done for now.

#video games #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench watch dogs #wrench wd2 #wrench #reginald blechman #headcanon #headcannons #romantic #because i can #hyperfixation #obsessed #whoops

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skyechaser · 3 months

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Bumbleby Bike Gang AU Part 1/?

The bar was usually quiet on tuesdays. Just the regulars showing up for their drinks and the eventual college idiots getting into shenanigans. Nothing seemed to indicate that this night was going to be any different. She couldn't be more wrong. Yang had owned the place, Ember, for about two years and she enjoyed her work a lot. She liked making drinks and talking to people. The blonde had some of the best stories to tell at parties and sometimes she could even give some well received advice.

It was almost two in the morning when she heard the roars. It was like a pack of wild bears was screaming directly into her ears. When they stopped they were replaced by voices. Then the door was thrown open and what could only be described as a gang entered her bar. There were around twenty five people, mostly men, in matching leather jackets. They all had the same logo on the back: the profile of a wolf like creature and the words "The White Fang".

I hope they don't cause me any trouble Yang thought to herself as they all sat sat down, making significant noise in the process. One of her waitresses, Nora, approached them to take their orders and the blonde held her breath, hoping the group would behave. After a couple of hours and many beers, the gang was starting to get on her nerves. Specially since some of them had made some stupid comments at Nora as she brought them their drinks. She had come pretty close to throwing them out but they were paying very good tips and her waitress said not to worry.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance" a soft voice said, very close to her. She turned her head to see a girl, around her own age, sitting in front of her. She had been so focused on the group she hadn't even noticed her approaching. She had amber eyes and black hair and something about her made it feel like they had already met.

"Its okay" a lie "I've had worst" a truth.

"Could I have a Coke, please?" the girl asked.

"Had enough to drink for the night?" Yang replied as she got what the other one requested.

"Oh, no" she replied "I don't drink" she smiled. Yang's heart skipped a beat. There was something about this girl but she couldn't wrap her finger around it yet.

"I'm Yang. What's your name?" she asked boldly.

"I'm Blake" the other one replied.

"How long have you been riding with these guys?"

"All my life" Blake answered "My parents founded the group"

"That's a long time to be on the road. Are they here?" Yang questioned as she looked at the clearly drunk group sitting not so far away from them.

"They left a while back" the black haired girl said, not understanding herself why she was telling her whole life story.

"And you stayed?"

"Yes"

Silence.

"They seem like an interesting group" Yang said, trying to break the tension.

"They can be... A lot to handle but I'm used to them by now"

"Excuse me if this offends you in any way but you do not seem like the biker gang type girl"

"None taken. I'm more low profile than the rest of our group. I'd rather stay and read a good book than get into trouble" Blake said.

"Any good reads you can recommend?" Yang asked and the other girl's eyes lit up like a child's in Christmas morning. They talked for what seemed hours about books, bar stories and family. Yang told her about her little sister Ruby and how she was studying to become a veterinarian. Blake, on the other hand, told her about all the places she had been in during her travels. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of breaking glass.

"I got it!" Nora said as she walked towards the table, her eyes visibly tired but her pockets full.

"Do they get into trouble often?" the blonde asked.

"It depends on Adam's mood mostly. He's our current leader"

"Blake!" a red haired man yelped drunkly "Come over here, love!"

"That's him. I gotta go. It was really nice talking to you, Yang" she smiled again and the blonde was finally able to realize what the deal was. She liked Blake. Everything about her was charming and enticing. It had been a while since she had liked someone so it didn't surprise her that she had missed the signs.

She watched Blake walking away and that's when she saw it. On her lower back she had a tattoo that read "Property of the White Fang".

Oh.

#bumbleby #blake #yang #yang and blake #rwby #skyechaser

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bit-odd-innit · 11 months

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AO3 Down Post Uhhhhhhhhhh Brand New WIP That Wasn’t An Option On The WIP Poll Yet Inexplicably Is The Most Complete. First time writing Robin/Vickie!:

[Context is Steve cracked open a single egg with two yolks, Eddie told him that’s good luck and he needed to blow off work to spread his good fortune with the world because today is now EGG DAY. Steve is unconvinced but goes along with it anyway.]

They’re still arguing when they swing by the diner to meet Robin. “Back me up,” he says to her as he snags one of her fries. “The universe doesn’t guarantee you a good day just because one morning you decided to make an omelette.”

“You misrepresent me,” Eddie counters. “Egg Day is merely a positive portent. A good omen. A sign that emphatically declares there’s a pretty good chance today won’t suck.” “I don’t know, I think I’m with Eddie on this one.” Steve huffs indignantly. “I think it’s nice to believe there’s magic in the world.” She purses her lips. “Magic that’s not actively trying to kill us, that is.”

They’d missed the lunch rush; the dining room is sparse. Its quiet enough that any clattering of noise, no matter how small, draws attention. The bell above the entrance sounds with a glittery tingtingting. And there, at the counter, resplendent in a bright yellow sundress, is—

“Oh my God.” Robin is already beneath the table. “She can’t see me like this, I look like I belong in a garbage can.”

“That wasn’t on purpose?” Eddie asks.

“Steve, she hisses. "Do something.”

Steve raises one arm in the air and calls, “Vickie! Hey!”

“They’ll never find your body. I’m going to grind your bones to dust and use it to make mulch for my tomato garden hiiiiiiiii Vickie!” “Hi, guys!” She balances her takeout bag on her hip, gaze lingering on Robin. “Hi Robin.” ”Hi!” ”Hi.” Eddie opens his menu to shield the side of his face and mouths to Steve Jesus H Christ. Vickie, undeterred or oblivious, says, “Strange to see you outside of your post at Ye Olde Family Video.”

“I have off on Wednesdays.”

“Me too! I mean, I don’t have a job, so every day is kind of a day off.” Her smile dims. “It’s not like I’m doing nothing. I’ve been setting up some college visits, and band, you know band? You remember band?” “Yeah?” “So you remember what a total drill sergeant Stenman is.” She scrunches her nose, head twitching like a woodland creature trying to shake a dewdrop out of its fur. “Of course you do, you graduated like a month ago. I’m, uh, I’m also taking AP Calc with Bramowitz next year which is going to be absolute bear, but at present yeah I’m just fetching my lunch and bringing it back to my house to eat it which definitely seems like a whole lot of nothing now that I spell it out—“

“So you’re free.” Robin interjects.

“What?”

“What? Robin seems equally surprised the suggestion came from her. She sits up a little straighter and says, “Right now. You’re free.”

“I-yeah. Yeah I’m free.”

“Do you…want to do something together?”

Vickie glows, but quickly tempers it.

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t want to break up your gang hang.”

“I’ve never seen these bozos in my life.”

Steve stares unblinking into the middle distance. Eddie waves. “Okay!” Vickie says brightly. “Well, despite the fact I have never finished one by myself in my life, my hubris has lead me to once again order the Bubba Burger.” She twists her body to showcase the take-out bag, grease darkening the paper. Her expression softens. “We could...split it? If you’re hungry?” “Starving,” Robin says as she shoves her untouched tuna melt into Steve’s awaiting, open hands. Vickie beams, bouncing a little on her heels. “Great! There’s this park not too far from here, there’s like, a rose garden and a duck pond or whatever. But we don’t have to go there! We can eat anywhere! We can eat in the parking lot!—” “That sounds perfect,” Robin breathes. Vickie blinks. “The parking lot?” “No, the uh, the other thing.” “Right. Right.” She steps aside, gives Robin space to slide out of the booth, and turns toward the door. “Shall we?” Robin watches her for a beat, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. She opens her mouth to reply, and what comes out is, “I gotta use the wiz palace.” Steve smacks his palm to his forehead. “Cool. Cool cool cool. I’m parked out front, meet me at my car?” Robin, struck dumb by the incredibly stupid thing she just said, nods. “Cool.” She sets off, but not before glancing over her shoulder and adding, “I’m really glad I ran into you guys.” Robin stares after her and once the door closes, her head snaps to Steve. “I blacked out. What did I just agree to?”

#stranger things #steddie #robin/vickie #rockie #my fanfic

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lesbesapphic · 2 years

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omg for the golden times part 4, when Natasha said she preferred her “dolls” to be quiet. CAN WE HAVE A ONE SHOT OF THE READER BRINGING IT UP (like getting jealous because she said multiple dolls). “You have other dolls?” OMGAHHH I love the series btw. It’s my fav one so far

Thank you so much for loving my series ig. I am glad that you enjoy it. I may not be able to pull a oneshot anytime soon but I would hate to not reply to you so I will try to come up with whatever i can. I have to push myself out of illicit affairs zone for this.. hopefully it will come out right.

Doll - Golden Times Au

Wanting - choking, possessive aggresive Natasha , jealous reader etc

Supposing that Natasha does bring it up again later in series.

You had been snappy since morning when you learned about the party Natasha had decided to throw for her business partners and gang members, on the same day you wanted to go out with her for dinner. She had told you several times that she would make it up to you the very next weekend but it didn't stop you from being mad about it.

You were standing with Natasha, being the trophy wife she loved having you in her arm length as she would talk business with people, usually you would stay quiet and smiley, playing the role she desired but today wasn't one your finest day as she again interrupted Natasha, in the pretence of wanting to go get some fresh air. Natasha gave a tight smile to you before excusing you two from the guest.

"What is up with you?" Natasha asked the moment you two were alone, away from the swarm of people. You let out a huff of frustration and went to speak but she interrupted you with a finger on your lips as she continued, "You know i prefer my dolls to be quiet an- what the fuck!"

You had bite her finger, the one she used to shush you, you weren't even aware of what came over you but you couldn't help it, listening to her talking about she liked her dolls. Dolls. Plural not singular. It irked you beyond limits. You had wanted to ask about her 'dolls' before but didn't get the chance until now. it seemed a perfect opportunity to do so. You knew any other day Natasha would have had you begging in tears for such disrespect but she had been very lenient today because the cancellation of dinner.

"So there are other dolls?" You asked clearly too angry to think or care about who you were speaking to. Natasha noticed the tone of jealousy and she knew she should be angry about the bite or the interruption but your tone of jealousy had her body shivering. It had taken ages for you to finally love your position in her life as well as her but she never really believed it completely when you told her you loved her. It wasn't until now that she was listening to your jealousy filled voice.

"I wasn't always with you." Natasha replied and it did nothing to ease your jealousy, you knew you appreciated her always being honest with but this reply only seemed to set you off. "That doesn't answer my question." You crossed your arms and Natasha raised her eyebrows at your attitude. She would had to admit , it was hot to see you all bothered by it.

She cleared her throat before answering, "Yes. I have had other 'dolls'." Natasha answered air quoting the word dolls as the whole argument seemed pointless to her and you knew even if you were just digging graves, it still didn't stop you from feeling this jealousy with people who weren't even in your wife's life anymore.

"Great. So I am just a rebound." You declared and watched as Natasha's eyebrows raised in surprise clearly not expecting this argument to go further, "Where is that coming from? I never said that." She defended and you shook your head not understanding the reason you were reacting this way but you didn't care anymore.

"You don't have to! Why don't you just go fuck your other dolls who are quiet! Pretty! Sweet-" You yelped when Natasha's hand wrapped around your neck pushing you against the wall in the hallway, her body pressing against you and you whimpered when her grip tightened and her face moved toward your ear, biting and pulling the soft flesh, "You still wanna finish that sentence?" She asked , her voice low and deadly calm. It told you how you had crossed a line questioning her loyalty. You mentally cursed yourself for going onboard with your jealousy.

"N-No." You choked when she pushed harder, tears filling your eyes as you gasped for oxygen in her relentless grip, it was no use. She wouldn't stop until you submit. And submit was what you did as she slowly allowed you to breathe, her hand still wrapped around your neck reminding you of her control over your as simple action as breathing.

"Are you sure, my little doll?" Natasha mocked in her sweet voice, the word 'doll' rolling off her tongue mocking your earlier outburst and you clenched your teeth to not reply with something snarky knowing you were already walking a thin line.

Natasha laughed when you whimpered a soft 'no', her eyes could see the challenge in yours and she took pleasure in quenching your thirst to fight back as she leaned in and slammed her lips against yours in a fierce kiss, you moaned against her lips, moving your hands to her nape pushing her close. You knew how much she loved when your hand played with her nape hair and you could definitely use it to your advantage.

"Please.." You moaned against her lips again and moved your hips, grinding against her knee which was between your legs. Natasha groaned in satisfaction when she heard you, she wanted to prolong your torture or deny you the pleasure but what you said next had her changing her mind completely.

"Show me that I am the only doll you want." You whispered against her lips, moaning when she growled and thrusted her thigh upward against your wet center. Natasha loved claiming you it was no suprise but what she loved more than that was you wanting her to claim you.

"Your wish is my command, My little wife."

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LOL No wonder our girls were pretty silent on the way back home to Sweden

Sweden's bronze medal celebration lasted all the way into the wee hours in Australia.

At least for about ten players.

- We were probably a group that came home around four o'clock, says Nathalie Björn.

Sweden defeated the home nation Australia and took the bronze medal in the WC.

On Monday, the national team was back on Swedish soil. The players landed at Arlanda after an almost 20-hour flight.

- It's nice to be home and be able to show off the medal to everyone here. It seems to be proud, says Nathalie Björn.

The players are a little tired - and not just because of the long flight.

"I'll probably keep that to myself"

The evening before departure, the bronze was celebrated in Brisbane, Australia.

- We had some festivities at home at the hotel after the bronze medal match. Then we went out and danced the night away, says Björn.

All night long?

- Yes, most people came home at four o'clock in the morning.

Who was the worst?

- I think it was me, or no, we were a group of about ten people who went home at the same time.

Were you the leader?

- Well, but I was one of the ten anyway, says Björn, who does not want to reveal the names of the other participants in the party gang.

- I'll probably keep that to myself.

Rolfö: "We enjoyed"

According to Björn's back colleague Amanda Ilestedt, several players took the lead in the celebration.

- There was general shouting and celebration. But we've been pretty quiet for the past 24 hours, she says with a laugh.

Fridolina Rolfö says that there was a lot of dancing and singing.

- We enjoyed that. It was super fun. Then it was first and foremost fun just to see the city, she says.

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"Rainy Nights"

Souya kawata, The boy many girls in the school fear, it's not because his personality it's cause his face, His frown which is many girls go after his older twin brother Nahoya kawata instead of him. Even some of his crushes went after his brother leaving him heartbroken. But now Souya gained a crush on you, he knew you weren't gonna break his heart as long as he don't confessed to you plus you reject many other guy so it still leaves you single. Everything about you was perfect from your looks to amazing personality

But then there was you, Y/n L/n one of the most prettiest girls in the school, As many guys have a crush on but were to scared to confess to you as you were also known to be the school's heartbreaker. You also never had a boyfriend it's not cause you don't have interest in them it's just cause you lack interest for males always putting your face into a book.

Artist of the picture of Y/n and Souya: https://cxndu.tumblr.com/

Beautiful

Pretty

Gorgeous

Stunning

breath taking

glamorous

fascinating

Lovely

Those words were always thrown at you everyday not just by girls but mostly guys, As you open the door to your classroom door as girl and guy looked towards you for a second just adoring your beauty as they return to their conversations.

"H-Hi Y/n, Your looking divine today" The quiet girl in your class said as she sits right behind you "Thank you Mia" "Y-Your welcome" Sadly exactly like you, Mia never had a lover it's not cause her studies it cause she to scared to ask other girls out[Yes she's lesbian], It's all good though cause it seems like she gain confidence as the days go by.

the class room was in it's normal volume as boys and girl chatted away as the teacher didn't come in yet, You toke your book out from your bag as your read it. A few moment pass as the class soundly became louder as you knew what was the reason, The delinquents walked in as you looked over your book and saw a boy with fluffy Peach hair and standing right next to him was a boy with Fluffy Turquoise hair as you guessed they were twins as their little gang walked in with them, the boys in your class start talking to them as you kept your eyes on the Turquoise haired male til you found yourself staring for to long to the point he was looking back at you as you quickly moved your eyes away.

Now don't me wrong it's not like your scared of him, it's cause you don't want to get involve with delinquents, especially him he looked angry enough god knows what would he do to you if you kept staring as your close/best friend Maki walked in and bump into one of the boys "Watch where your going girly punk!" The boy shouted "Hey you were in my way don't get mad me, Loud kid" She said as she walked away with her bag in her hand, walking towards you.

She pulled her chair from her desk as she dropped her bag right next to yours "Heyy Pretty girl" Maki said pulling your book down to make eye contact with you "Hey Maki, how's your morning?" You said as you put a bookmark in your book then you put your book in your bag, "My morning was good til I bumped into that dumb boy" "Hehe, I saw that" "Yeaaa whatever, How was your morning? How many people came to tell you that your pretty?" "It was only 5 people, My morning was calm and quiet til the delinquents walked then everything got loud" "Ughh it's always the boys trying to impress the Kawata twins" "Kawata Twins?"

You said as you looked at the boys "Yeah, Never heard of em or something? As the princess of the school Y/n I expected you to pay more attention to everyone even the delinquents" "Maki you know I don't wanna get involve with them".

"Yeah whatever, the boy with the fluffy peach hair is Nahoya Kawata the older twin and the one with fluffy Turquoise hair is Souya Kawata" "Souya Kawata huh?" You said as you stared at the boy again "OMG! Y/n don't tell you think he's cute!? He soooo Scary" She said putting hands on her "C-Cute! What!? Don't say such ridiculous things" You said flicking her forehead with your finger, As Souya looked at you with light blush on his cheeks while a random boy from your class talked to him not even noticing the blush on his face.

"Looking at Y/n again, Come on just ask her out already" Nahoya said patting his brother back with a smile "N-No way, She'll say No" He said with a doubtful look "Never know til you try plus I heard she never had a Boyfriend so you can be her first " "Maybe" "That's the sprit also" Nahoya turn around to speak with another boy as he spoke again "If you don't ask her out today then I'll tell her about your feeling tomorrow" Nahoya said as he turned around to spoke the other male As All Souya did was stare at you as you spoke with Maki.

A Few moment later the teacher finally walked in as everyone got to their seat and went back to their original classrooms as the class started.

𝟏 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫….

"Okay class close up your study books, As you all know your next period will be Math and after math you will have Gym with class C-1 then Lunch, If you'll like to know the rest of your schedule please check the paper on the billboard at the end of the classroom, Right now is a free period so enjoy while it last, As that is all class dismiss" The Teacher said as she left the classroom as Students got up and started chatting "Hey guys do you wanna go to the rooftop today for lunch" "Yeah We eat up there" said a little group of students.

Maki walked up to your desk with a scared look " Y/nnnnn Im scaredddd" "And why are you scared Miss Maki" "Cause we're gonna have Gym with class C-3, We never had gym with that class and that class has the kawata twins in which means gym time with delinquents" "Oh come on as long as we don't interact with them we'll be fine" "But what if we have dodgeball then we have to interact with them" You grabbed both of her hands "Don't say that Maki you'll Jinx it" "Sorryyy" She said with a worried look.

Few moment later

"You know Y/n you should get a boyfriend" You looked up from your book to face her "And why would I get one?" "Cause it would be cool, Seeing you all lovely Dovely for once you know, I don't have to see those Heartbreaker eyes" "How about you get yourself one then I'll get myself one" "Last time you said that I did get a boyfriend and then you made up 100 excuses that I can't even remember anymore" You sighed as you spoke "That's cause my father won't let me date-" "But your mom would" "But my father won't" "Y/n, Who suffered 9 months for you? Who was the one that gave birth to you? Oh yeah your mom so she has the right to say whether you can a boyfriend or not" "Sadly your correct, But right now I wanna focus on my studies" "whatever you beautiful Nerd"

Y/n -"Shut up that's why you'd fail Math class"

Maki - "To your information F stands for fantastic!"

Y/n -" ~ Failure~"

Maki - "Y/N!"

A man with a suit and tie walks in " Settle down class and please return to seat, Math class is about to start" as student done as they were told "Okay Y/n I'll talk with you after class" She said smiling at you then walking away as you nodded smiling back at her "Everyone please take out your math book, If you done your homework from last week please take it out and raise your hand so I can come and collect it" You toke out your math book from your desk and raised your hand with a few other student as the class started.

𝟱𝟱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿...

"Class make sure you do your homework and if you don't do it at least study your work in the library or at home, that is all as your next period is Gym, Ladies and gentleman go to the changing rooms to change to have gym with Class C-1. You may now dismiss" The Math teacher said as he left the class, both girls and guys got up and put away their things as they chatted away to the changing room "Ahhhh! Y/nnn I'm soo Scared" Said Maki as she cling on your arm.

when you were pushing your chair in "For the girl who has the confidence to punch their brother right in front of his crush you sure can be a scaredy-cat" "That's cause this time we're dealing with delinquents" "It's fine, We're fine as long as no dodgeball right?" "Ehhh..I guess your right" "Yep now let's go" You said as Maki let go of your arm , You both walked side-by-side talking about Maki younger brother.

You both walked into the girls changing room as you both changed into your gym wear as it was red shorts with a white shirt with 2 red lines on the shoulder sides. "Okay Y/n Im done changing, Are you?" "Yeah let's go" as you both walked out pf the changing room and towards the gym as your class was standing on the left-side of the gym as Class C-1 was standing on the right-side, Your eyes made their way to Souya as he was chatting with another male from his class with his same frown as his brother was standing right next to him chatting with a different male as you kept your eyes on Souya til the gym teacher came out.

"Alright student look at me, Today is no track due to the fact we need to clean it from all the trash that was dumped on it as the track field won't be free til lunch so today we'll..." Suddenly the Gym teachers voice started getting lower and lower as all you did was stare at Souya kawata as if he was the only guy in the room as you kept walking thinking you were still following Maki as Maki was looking back at the gym teacher and you since she was standing waiting for you to stand next to her that's til you accidently bump into one of your classmates.

"Ah- I'm so Sorry I didn't mean to bump into you" "I-It's fine Y/n" As you backed away from the person then notice everyone was looking at you "Sorry for interrupting the class.." You said bowing down to the teacher showing your apologize "It's quite already Miss L/n" He said giving you a thumbs up as you walked back to Maki standing right next to her "Embarrassing, Your lucky, your the princess of the school cause if you weren't.. I don't even wanna know" Maki whispered in your ear "Your right about that" You whispered back to her as the teacher spoke again.

"As I was saying We're gonna do track today but since its to messes there we're gonna settle for something, Like Dodgeball" You heard Maki's soul left her body "You guys aren't gonna be working as classes so I'll choosing teams cause last time class C-1 made a plan how to win Dodgeball then it ended with one of the students from class C-4 getting their ankle twisted" You heard Nahoya and a few other guy let out a little giggle as the teacher spoke again " Alright everyone on the right-side of the gym be a good kid and head to the left-side"

Class C-1 walked towards the left-side as Nahoya nudged Souya's Shoulder "Come on Now is your chance stand next to her" Souya looked at you as you were talking Maki as he looked back at his brother "Maybe I shouldn't I don't wanna bother her" "Come on, Your just standing next to her it's not like you speaking with her" Souya sighed as he gained up all his confidence and stand right next to you as Nahoya stand next to his brother.

"Y-Y/n.." Maki said with a shaky voice "What?" You gave her a confused looked She point to the person on the other side of you as looked as you felt your heart-skip a beat it was Souya by why aren't you scared as you kept staring at him till he looked back at you as you smiled at him then he looked away[You swore you saw him blushing] so did you. "I smell chemistry of loveee~" Maki whisper to you "No way" You flicked her forehead with your finger as you started to over think your actions Why did you not move away from him? You want nothing to do with delinquents, Then why didn't your body move? How come you heart-skipped a beat? That meant your scared.. right? More importantly Why did you smiled at him? Thoughts ran though your head as the teacher made 2 teams.

You and Maki was on the same but sadly the kawata twins were on your team and so were some kids from your class and from the other class, Each team had 20 kids in total as the teacher spoke "Alright you children you all see the ball lined up on the red line on the count of three you'll all reach for the ball ya hear?" As some nodded as some said yes "Alright.. 1.... 2 ..3!" Kids ran for the ball as you ran with them as Maki was right behind.

Sadly you nor Maki gotten any balls as some of the kids on your team has some balls but they sucked at aiming "HEY KOSHI" The boy named Koshi who was one your team turn around to look at the person who called his name "Ye-" Only just to get a Dodgeball thrown at his face The teacher blow his whistle "Koshi your out" Koshi walked off the Dodgeball court and leaned on the wall rubbing his face "H-Hey Isn't hitting someone on the face with a Dodgeball against the rule!?" Maki cried out to the teacher "Hmmm I don't know, But here on my court it's not" "WHAT!?" Maki shouted "Well I guess we'll have to use that to our advantage" Nahoya said as he throws the ball as it hit a random boy on the other team on his face as some kids said Cool, The Teacher blow his whistle telling the boy that he was out as the boy sat next to Koshi.

"Hehe.. You can use all your little energy but your no match for me!" The voice sounded exactly like the person who called out koshi's name as you looked at the person quickly it was no other then Ash the boy you rejected a few weeks ago as he stared at you dead in the eyes letting you know that you were his main target as he holds the ball Maki speaks up " Oh Shut up Ash even through your part of the tennis and track team don't mean you have to act like you have upper arm strength" "Let's see about that" Ash throw a ball as it hit a kid who was in front of Maki as Maki ducked fast enough for the ball to hit the kid behind her. The teacher blow the whistle as both the girl and guy got off the court.

"Here I'll make a rule if you hit the team captains then you automatically win the game" "Now I actually like that rule" Maki said as a girl from the other team spoke "Who are the team captains" "love the question! The team captains are.... Ash and Nahoya!" "Seriously! How are we suppose to hit that sack of meat" Maki Said " I Don't know anyways Game on continue" "I think I might actually like dodgeball" Ash said as he hold the ball staring at you letting you know he's still mad at the fact you rejected him

23 mins later..

Let's just say your team is kinda losing the only thing that keeping your team alive is the Kawata twins.

Other team. before 23 mins: 19 now: 9

Your team. Before 23 mins: 17 now: 6

You guys were falling apart as Ash fail trying to hit Nahoya as all he did was hit the rest of your teammates as Souya and Nahoya and a few other was hitting his team out one by one. "Heyy Guys can we end the game? I don't wanna go home with a pain on one of my body part you know" "No can do Makio" Ash Said as he throw the ball hit a random girl on your team then Maki "Ow! My Arm, you damn bastard you can't hit girls like that! I can't wait for someone to hit you on the head with a ball! Plus it's MAKI!" As Maki said as she looked towards you "Sorry Y/n looks your on your own" "It's fine, I'll avenge you!" you said to her as she gave you a thumbs up as her and the other girl got off the court "If you can avenger her.." Ash whispered.

"WE ONLY HAVE 4 PEOPLE LEFT WHILE THEY HAVE 9!? WE'RE GONNA LOSE!!!!!" A Random boy on your team shouted "Quite whining and grab a damn ball" Souya said angrily as he throws the ball, The ball Souya thrown hit 2 people on the other-side "Nice throw" You said smiling towards Souya "T-Thanks". You could feel Ash's angry as you done that, You smiling and complimenting other male? Would you do the same if he was on your team? as this time Ash throws at Souya and missed as that just angered him more "Y/n.." Ash said with a low voice.

"Yeah?" One of Ash's teammates passed him a ball as he holds it "You are my main target!" As he throws the ball with extra strength at your right arm as he missed since you moved fast enough "HEY YOU CAN'T BE AIMING/THROWING BALLS AT GIRLS LIKE THAT GENIUS!!" Maki shouted "Geez you got a lot of attitude for the girl who got hit with a ball" The Random boy on your team said "Shut up Josh!" "I'm just saying.." As Josh who was the boy whining earlier on your team walked in front of you " Don't worry Miss Y/n I'll protect you!" "hehe, You won't last" Ash said as the ball he thrown hit Josh "Aww come on you could at least gave me a minute to protect her, Sorry Y/n" "it's alright Josh" As Josh walked off the dodgeball area "Who got hit with the ball now Huh??" "Shut the fuck up Maki..".

13 mins later..

Your team. before 13 mins: 3 Now: 3

Other team. before 13 mins: 7 now: 5

Even through out this whole game you didn't get to throw a ball yet cause you were to busy dodging balls from Ash, You can tell he just wanted the ball to knock your head off. Souya and Nahoya were knock out people one by one.

"Come on Y/n aren't you tired of dodging? How about you just put your guard down so I hit you and you can sit down and chill, Sounds nice right?" Ash Said with a confronting voice but you were smart enough to tell that was just a fake act if you did put your guard down for even just a second, Ash would hit you with the ball as he throw another ball at you but this time you tripped and fell, And it gave Ash enough time to grab a ball and throw it at you with all his energy and force, The ball was gonna hit your face as you closed your eyes waiting for pain from the ball.

......

Nothing, You felt nothing hit you as you were confused as when you looked up you saw Souya was there. He was protect you by taking the hit of the ball instead of you as the ball dropped on the ground, The teacher blow his whilse letting Souya know he's out as he turned to you "Y-You okay Y/n" He said with a shaky voice as he held his hand out. You grabbed his hand as you looked at Souya with light blush on your cheeks "Yeah, Thank you for protecting me Souya" "Your welcome" Souya said as he got off the dodgeball court with blush on his cheeks.

You looked towards Ash just to see him with a angered face as what just happened between you and Souya made him want to rip the ball apart, Nahoya throws a ball hitting 2 kids on Ash's team leaving 3 people on Ash's team with 2 on yours.

This time you were dead, As Ash throws the ball at you with all this anger as he missed the ball landed on the ground since you dodge it as you picked up the ball. You haven't thrown a ball this whole game as this time you were gonna avenge Maki and Josh and Souya. As you contract on your main target Ash, You eyes didn't leave him as you lifted up your arm and throw the ball as Ash thought you were aiming for his right arm so he moved a little but he was wrong the ball hit him right in the face as he fell on the ground. The teacher blow his whistle:

"That's game! Nahoya's team won for hitting the other team captain".

"Yayyy! Way to go Y/n! You did avenge me!" Maki said as she ran and hugged you then she whisper in your ear "I saw the way you looked at that delinquent, I see your into bad boys huh?" "Oh shut up" You flicked her forehead with you finger as the rest of your team complimented you for your throwing skills as lunch time came around and the gym teacher dismissed the class.

After school...

It was raining outside as Maki got picked up by her Father. As Nahoya walked up to Souya "It's now or never" As Nahoya pointed to you "I'm taking the umbrella" "What? Then am I supposed to walk in the rain?" "If you want or Maybe Y/n can help ya, You walking home with her or You walking home alone in the rain" "Are you serious?" "Yep! It's a perfect way to ask her out, Well see ya home Souya" Nahoya opened his umbrella and left through the back door of the Souya looked towards you as you were closing your locker.

You put your bag on your back and texted your mom that your on your way home as you were just about to open your umbrella and leave you saw Souya on the side of the locker area looking outside, He didn't have a umbrella, Was he gonna walk in the rain? Where's his brother? Did he not bring a umbrella? You push away all those thoughts as you walked up to Souya "Didn't bring a umbrella?" "Ehh.. You can say that" "Well If you want I can walk you home with my umbrella we can share" "R-Really" He said with light blush on cheek "Yeah Of course!" You opened your umbrella and went under it "Come on" Souya followed you under the umbrella as you both walked side to side.

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You both chatted a few time before you finally made your to Souya's house "Oooh You have a nice home" You said smiling at him as he kept silence "Y-Y/n there's something that I wanna ask you" Souya says Nervously as blush raised on his cheeks as you stopped smiling and looked at him "what is it?" "Uhhh" Whatever Souya was trying to didn't come as he kept hesitant the thought of someone like you rejecting him would hurt a lot as he felt you holding his hand "Calm down and just tell me I'm hear to listen" You said Staring at him dead in the eyes with a small smile as he spoke "Y-Y/n Will you go out with me!" Your eyes widen as Souya kept his eyes closed waiting for the rejection as he felt something soft on his lips.

"I would love to go out with you Souya.." You said after kissing him on the lips, You turned away about to walk before looking back to him "Say tomorrow let's have lunch with each other!" You said with blush on your cheeks as you looked away from Souya and walked home with a huge smile. All Souya could do towards his house blushing as when he opened the front he was welcome with a Smiling Nahoya " I saw everything, I told you she won't say no" "Hehe I guess you were right"

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