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lecsainz · 6 months

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Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

✩. . . masterlist !

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

tag: @/taylorswift @/chiefs

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

philadelphiaeagles no comments

⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕

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ericityyy · 6 months

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Hi :D I was wondering if we could have a georgie cooper x reader where the reader comes from a family of pagans so they’re perceived as kinda freakish by most of the town and georgie develops a crush on her?

please, and thank you

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤?

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2,552

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“Hi, I know we’re not close, but would you like to come to my birthday this Saturday?"

The girl who was asked looked at her friends while trying to stifle their laughter. “I’m sorry, I would love to, but I can't,” the girl finally said before walking out with her friends, laughing on the way.

"Oh, uhm, that’s okay.” Y/N sighed sadly when she crossed out another name on her list, looking at all the other crossed-out names. “I guess it’s just me again.” The girl smiled bitterly while deciding to sit on the stairs, observing how students come and go from room to room.

The bell rang, and all the students, one by one, went their own way. The girl, after seeing the last student go inside a classroom, waited for a minute or two before going to her own subject.

"Ah, Ms. L/N, care to explain why you’re late today?” Miss Ingram, the math teacher of Medford High School, paused with her writing and turned her full focus on the girl who just entered, making the other students turn their attention as well to the girl.

Y/N was about to answer before she was cut off by one of the football players of the school, “Maybe she was doing her voodoo freakshow to make us like her.” The class laughed except the Cooper brothers, one because he did not get the joke, while the other because the ‘joke’ was not funny.

“What do you mean by making us like her?” The girl that Y/N invited earlier frowned at the jock as she turned her attention once again to the standing girl. “It clearly didn’t work.”

Ms. Ingram pointed at the students angrily, “You better shut all your mouths before I make you all go to the principal’s office.” Least to say, they ignored her.

Y/N, too embarrassed to move, stayed in her position with tears gathering up in her eyes. “Oh no! Careful! You’re going to make her angry and take revenge on us!” The same girl pretended to act scared and put the back of her hand on her forehead, causing more laughter to erupt from the class.

A loud screech from a chair made the laughter stop as Georgie stood up and approached the embarrassed and humiliated girl. Offering her a napkin from his pocket and smiling softly at her.

Y/N is surprised, to say the least. Her glossy eyes looked at him with confusion and shock. No one has ever been nice to her at school before. Heck, no one has been nice to her during her, period. With the exception of her family, of course, and some old neighbors of theirs, but that was it.

Georgie then looked at the class with fury in his eyes and said, “Anybody wants to say something else?” No one answered for a minute when Sheldon raised his hand. The older Cooper boy rolled his eyes at his little brother and said, “Not now, Sheldon.” The said boy looked flabbergasted at first before slowly lowering his hand down.

“Ms. Ingram, if it’s okay, I’d like to take Y/N out of the class for a moment," Georgie politely asked the teacher, who smiled sympathetically at the girl.

Sympathy. Not many like to be pitied, but this moment brings comfort to Y/N to think that somebody actually cared enough to feel sympathy for her.

“Go ahead, Georgie.” The teacher then turned her eyes back to the class. “While I will bring some students on a field trip to the principal’s office myself, how does that sound?” Ms. Ingram smiled wickedly at the now cowering students.

While Sheldon smiled excitedly, “Oh boy! The principal’s office.”

"Oh, you’re not going, Sheldon.”

“Aww”

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

Y/N fiddled with her pendant nervously, occasionally looking at the boy pressing on the vending machine as she sat patiently on the bench nearby. The two of them are alone currently at the hall.

A hand with a drink was thrust in her direction, particularly in her line of vision. Y/N looked up and saw Georgie’s smiling face. She meekly took the drink from him and drank it, looking down at the bottle and staying quiet.

Georgie, knowing not to push her into talking, sat down beside her, with a good amount of space left between them, and drank from his own drink. His cool demeanor contrasts with the way his heart is beating. He took a big gulp from his drink to calm his rapid heart. Alas, it didn’t work at all.

Being with the girl he has been admiring all year and sitting beside her is doing something to him. He flinched a little when he heard her speak.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled shyly at his direction, “from kind of saving me back there." She then lifted up the drink with her hand, “and for the free drink." She returned her attention back to the napkin that she'd been gripping, “and for the napkin. I promise I’ll give it back to you soon.”

Georgie shrugged coolly from beside her. “It’s all good; as long as there’s no harm done to my napkin, it’s all good.”

Y/N furrowed her brows together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The boy then widened his eyes, realizing that his words might be a little offensive given the situation that happened earlier. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that." He was cut off when the girl laughed a little.

“I was just joking, Georgie.”

Georgie breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head playfully at the girl who fully smiled at him. His smile, though, turned down a little. "So, how are you? With all that?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, hurt gracing her features. “Y'know, disappointed but not really surprised. It’s how people see me, my family.” She fiddled with her pendant once again, making Georgie’s attention turn to her hand. “I don’t mind being called a witch, y'know; it’s just—when people use the word in a bad way and call me and my family a freak just... hurts.”

She smiled bitterly. “It’s not like I’ll do something to them; it’s my beliefs, and I don’t need them to be friends with me; I just need them to be open-minded to it.” Y/N dropped the pendant, letting it hang around her neck, before releasing a big sigh.

Georgie looked at the girl softly, scooching closer to her, which the girl took notice of and said, “Well, I’ll be your first audience.” Y/N slowly smiled at that, nudging her shoulder to his. “I think paganism is an interesting belief; would you mind explaining it to me?” Georgie asked the girl, hopefully. In his case, it really is an interesting religion; he didn’t just say that to ‘get the girl’.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled at that before an idea came to her mind: “I’m actually having this small party at my house this Saturday; it’s my—“

“Birthday, yeah, I know.”

The girl blinked multiple times, snapping out of it. “I was wondering if you, I don’t know, would like to come?”

Georgie nodded his head without even letting the girl finish, “I would be honored to, ma’am.” He held her hand in his, raising it up to his lips and letting it touch the back of her hand softly.

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

On Saturday, Georgie made sure to look presentable before going to Y/N’s place. And that means taking a long shower, shaving, spraying cologne, and putting on his best outfit. By that, it meant that he looked anywhere for his best outfit; there’s currently a mountain of clothes on his bed.

He styled his hair perfectly and looked for any creases on his shirt. Once he’s done, he exits his room and takes his car keys before going to the front door. “I’m going out for a bit!"

“Now, hold on a second there, mister.” Mary walked into the living room and stopped her son from further going out the door. “Where do you think you’re going, Georgie?”

Georgie released the door knob to properly face his mother and said, “A friend’s house.”

Mary smiled teasingly. "Oh, is this friend a girl?”

“Yes.”

Mary then dropped her smile after learning about this new bit of information. “Then why are you going to her house? Are her parents there? Is she your girlfriend? Who is she anyway? When am I going to meet her?”

Georgie sighed, rolling his eyes at his mother before answering all of her questions: “It’s her birthday. Yes. No, although I plan to court her someday. She’s Y/N L/N. I don’t know when she’s okay with it.” He looked at the watch on his wrist before facing the door once more. “I’ll get going; I don’t want to be late.”

After her son left the house, Mary was left shocked. “Did he just say L/N? Oh Lord, bless his heart and guide him through this.”

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

Georgie wiped his hands and touched his hair to make sure it stayed put and not a strand was out of place. “You can do this,” he repeated to himself before knocking on the door.

The door opened up, revealing an older woman around her mid-40s. "Well, hello there, you must be Georgie.” She opened the door more to offer the teenager a handshake. “I’m Y/N’s mom; please come in, dear.”

Georgie shook her hand before entering the new home, a gift in his hand. It wasn’t really a big gift, and it made him nervous about whether she'd like it. The L/N’s house is a simple two-story house with a few plants inside and paintings hanging on the walls.

“Y/N! Dear, you have a visitor!”

“Coming!” And then she walked in the living room, with this simple blue summer dress and her hair done, with her pendant hanging around her neck. “Hi, Georgie. Thank you so much for coming.” Y/N walked over to the gawking teenager, his mouth left agape as he stuttered out a response.

“Hi—this gift... for you.” Georgie gave his gift to the girl. “I mean, this is my gift for you. Happy Birthday, Y/N." He nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “It’s nothing much really, just a simple one. I hope you like it.”

Y/N took the gift and opened it, revealing a bracelet—an engraved bracelet with the runic letters spelling her name. “Oh my—Georgie, where did you buy this? I love it; thank you so much.” She hugged him, which left the boy more speechless than he ever was.

"Oh, it’s all good. I’m not sure about the spelling of the name, so if it’s wrong, I can fix it."

"Wait, wait, what do you mean fix it? You made this? ”

Georgie looked at the girl for a moment before shyly nodding his head. Their stare was broken by a flash, and the two of them looked to the side where they saw Y/N holding a camera in her hand. “I just ruined the moment, didn’t I?” She slowly put down the camera, smiling sheepishly at the pair. “Sorry.”

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

“So what’s your plan for the future, Georgie?” Y/N’s dad asked the boy as they ate.

Georgie swallowed the food before answering, “I actually don’t know yet, sir, but I would love to have my own business someday.” He picked up a glass for him to drink and said, “To be honest, I’m not that great at school, not like my little brother, Sheldon, so I don’t plan on going to college, but I would like to build my own business.”

“A business, huh? Well, you can tell me how I’ll help you, son; I’ll sponsor you as long as I can.” The man smiled at the young boy who beamed at him. “But you have to prove to me that my help wouldn’t be futile.”

"Yes, sir, I won’t let you down.”

Y/N smiled at the two of them, but not until her father asked what religion Georgie is. The teenagers looked at each other first before the girl let Georgie answer.

“I’m actually Christian; my mother is religious and all that, but I am not a full believer," Georgie answered truthfully, hoping that his religion wouldn’t be a problem to him courting Y/N in the eyes of her family.

“Oh, it’s fine if you don’t fully believe it if it doesn’t feel right with you," Y/N’s mom said with the girl’s dad nodding his head along with her. “We, pagans, are different from each other. Like Y/N here, for example, she believes more in the Norse gods but worships them a bit differently than traditional worship.” The woman pointed to her daughter, who smiled shyly, “She’s considered to be an Eclectic Pagan.”

Georgie takes in the new information and says, “That’s cool. Do you guys like to recruit or something?"

This time it was Y/N who answered, "No, no, we do not ‘recruit’, we let people do it of their own free will. Pagans tend to believe in many gods and goddesses, while some believe only in one; other pagans can believe in your God if they choose to.”

“Woah, that’s really interesting.” Georgie’s mind was prepared to ask more questions to the family, who, by the way, are happy to answer them.

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. L/N," Georgie said as they walked him to the front door as nightfall had already come.

Y/N’s mom moved to hug the boy and say, “No, thank you for being a part of my daughter’s birthday.” She pulled away with teary eyes, then whispered, “You have my blessing, by the way, to court her.” The woman winked at the stunned teenager.

“I won’t hurt her, I promise.”

“Oh Georgie, pain is part of love; as long as you treat her like she deserves and have proper communication with her, all is well.” Y/N’s mom caressed his cheek before pulling away to let him and her husband talk.

“Remember what we talked about, son. I’ll help you as long as you help yourself too.” Y/N’s father shook hands with the Cooper boy, who nodded his head at him eagerly. “I trust you won’t screw this up, both the business and my daughter.” He raised a brow to the teenager, who just let out a chuckle nervously.

“Dad!”

“I’m only joking, sweetie, right, Georgie?”

"Yes, sir, of course.”

The parents walked off to give the two some privacy. The teenagers walked outside as they stood there on the porch, with the only light being the porchlight. “I’d like to thank you for coming to my birthday and celebrating it with me. And for the gift. And for everything else.”

Georgie just smiled and nodded his head behind her. “I’m actually glad that your parents liked me.”

“Of course they would; what’s not to like?” Y/N unconsciously said before gasping when she realized what she said.

The boy started grinning boyishly, “Well, I best be on my way, ma’am.” He lifted her hand once again and kissed the back of it; he put it down but was still not releasing it. “Happy Birthday again, Y/N.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

I tried to make this as accurate as possible. Clearly, I am not a Pagan, but I tried to research and study more about the religion but please, correct me if I’m wrong.

How about a part 2? Where the Cooper Family met Pagan!reader? Let me know what you think about that.

#x reader #georgie #georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #young sheldon #request #angsty fluff #flangst #fluff #angst #imagine #fem reader

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keepyourpantsongohan · 2 months

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Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S2

Awww, I like that Bond Forger the Dog also gets an intro about HIS secret identity. Equal opportunity deceit

Are we finally going to learn who exacty Yor is fighting? I would like to know!

Been there Anya, I also had little patience for watching the news as as a kid. Though, it seems more important in a pre-internet era

"Okay, you can change the channel." Loid Forger, International Spy, defeated by one (1) sad look from his little daughter

"I absolutely cannot tell him that I got shot in the butt while fighting a group of armed men." 10/10 episode plot, I cannot wait

"I've been relying on her too much without realizing it, and it's upset her. Yes, that must be it! I must do everything in my power to remedy this at once!" Loid immediately blaming Yor's mood on himself and deciding he has to be respond by being a better husband!!! I will keep saying it. He is THE Husband. World's Most Husband

"Why don't we go on a date?" HEE HEE

Puzzling that Yor thinks she hasn't been on a date though, when I can think of at least three dates so far (party-grenade-proposal date, lunch date, and drinks-and-reassurance date)

"I can't leave Anya alone at home, and this is a very important mission to ensure that we remain one happy family." It seems Loid has learned from the spy transmission debacle

"Last night, I came up with 862 date plans to ensure that Yor has fun." He's insane. I want to give him a leetle kiss

HAHAHAHA Franky being absolutely thrilled to bother Loid and Yor on their date. What a friendship 💕

Intriguing that Anya's telepathy has a distance limit. Tell me more!

Honestly, Yor having to position herself in a specific way to avoid pain is relatable. We love a chronic pain queen

"This woman had built up an immunity to poisons." HAHAHAHAHA the poison fixing Yor's pain. Sometimes, drinking does solve your problems!

LMAOOOO them censoring the bomb components. A real "don't try this at home" moment

NOT THE BABY MAKING THE BOMB. ANYA PLEASE

"I'm going to forget all this and live a normal life." Perfect. Forgers reforming their enemies left and right

"If it's not too much trouble, please invite me out again sometime." Never let being married stand in the way of your husband becoming your boyfriend 🥰

SCREAM at Bond's perception of what Loid does for work. I guess he's closer to the truth than most:

"Are you trying to do this for your... no. Are you trying to get revenge for your friends who were experimented on?" HAHAHA is Loid blushing because he wants to call himself his dog's dad?

FBKFJHFFHKJHF Loid taking on Bond as his mission back-up. He truly can be swayed so easily

WHERE DID LOID GET A DOG-SIZED SKI MASK AHHAHAHA

I love the giant puppy spy sidekick, employ this dog ASAP

"While they're busy playing, I'm going to work hard to get to the top," said Damian Desmond, Six Years Old, for whom The Top was beating all the other little bougie first graders

"Your friendship... preciously elegant." Me whenever I finish hanging out with my friends

I love that Henderson-sensei sends the kids out on a picnic as a punishment. He really is as silly as he is strict

I don't know if this is a vegetarian thing or a cultural thing but it always seems wild to me how people in anime bite into fish, scales and all

"Did you know that the most recent studies in neuroscience suggest that your brain feels really revitalized when you're spacing out?" I like Mr. Green, Grizzled Navy Custodian, too

HAHA Damian trying his hardest to space out. Me when people tell me to practice mindfulness

"Oh, you don't [have a goal], eh? That's perfectly fine!" "Actually, I want to live my life eating lots of snacks." "Splendid! You'll have to think earnestly about how to make that possible." I take it back, I LOVE MR. GREEN

Ready to sob about this field trip actually. AHHHHHHH:

"Good evening, Mr. Vile Trash." ACAB; All Cops are (Weird) Brothers

"What's so wrong about trying to improve the country my family lives in?" Nothing but the hostile, paternalistic nationalism of a Cold War, Frank Perkin, Newspaper Sensationalist and Adult Bully of Wealthy Children

"I'll request that your father gets some financial aid to get by." I feel like that will not make up for imprisoning his son, Yuri, but whatever helps you sleep

"Blech." That's also how I feel about Weird Brother Yuri, Anya

"Revenge will only make you sadder. I'll make you forget about all that with my love." This is the plot of Naruto

Honestly, I was super sold on the Bondman Polycule when it was just him, his spy partner Agent M, and the enemy spy lady who had all linked arms together. I feel like this could work:

"How was anything he did gentlemanly?" Loid said: I'm a one-woman kind of spy

"Lord Damian, how could you possibly pick the joker there." "Shut up!' [Internally] She's so unfair... Damn it! I like to believe Loid might approve of Damian's crush purely because he is also willing to do whatever Anya wants if she makes one (1) sad face

Poor Anya. She's really most suited to using her street smarts

"Garden? The group of assassins who have been in this country for ages? They're basically urban legends, aren't they?" FINALLY we're finding out more about Yor's job!! They do in fact seem at cross purposes with the spies

[Loid already walking away] "He's such a heartless jerk." I bet you $5 he has already decided to help Franky LMAO

Update from 8 min later: Alright, I owe you $5, he didn't care

"Am I normal?! Oh, thank goodness!" said Yor excitedly, as if that were not a moderately suspicious response to being called normal

Excited for an ep with no double-barreled title. Plot progression!

I truly don't know where this falls on the spectrum of ways that anime will depict black and brown characters LMAO. Like Donovan Desmond, the Shopkeeper has an extremely haunting aura:

"You will be providing protection on this mission." Oooooh, change of pace!

"Is there actually any reason why I should continue my job as a killer?" A question every assassin should ask themselves, I think

"HQ may or may not be trying to cut back on our shady overtime practices." Incredible. I can't believe even the underground spy agency has PTO. I wonder who regulates spy labour law

"If not for this bodyguard job, the three of us could've enjoyed this vacation together." AWWW Yor loves her family so much

"You can say this is a gangster's destiny." [Reba voice] A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kid never stops!

"Papa! We need to hurry up and explore the ship before it sinks!" "It's not going to sink! Stop scaring everyone." The fact the staircase looks distinctly modelled after that one scene from Titanic really sells Anya's point

Loid incapable of framing having fun as anything but a mission ljggkjgj truly he might benefit from a Real Psychologist

"That family's just for camoflauge, right?" "Yes, you're right... Is... that true?" I love Yor slowly admitting that she loves her family for their own sake 💗

As Yor was declaring doing her best, I did worry briefly that someone was going to [redact] Olka. Other anime have been less kind to me than Spy x Family

I love Yor making another mum friend in Olka 💞 Gal pals

Finally saying suspicious things in public has a consequence!!

"It's been a while since we've had dinner without Mama." "Yeah, it's a bit lonely." Hee hee, Loid misses his wife

I love the immediate transformation in Yor's face as soon as Olka/Shaty says she didn't order room service

I don't have much to say but I am really entranced by the assassin vs. assassin + informant goings on!!

"I may not look it, but I'm a married woman, so I'll have to decline." Absolutely loving Yor quietly and efficiently beating these hitmen unconscious as she passes through the cruise ship

"Which is it?! Would normal parents buy their child something in this situation or not?!" Loid is incapable of making a decision without thinking about how it looks in relation to him being a spy. Anxiety king

[In Anya's mind] "Yor! You're an assasin who hates frogs? Let's get a divorce. The Forgers are done." Like father, like anxiety-ridden daughter

"I am a normal father. A good father," said Loid, which is frankly not usually something a good or normal father would say

"Papa, you're not excited at all." Loid defeated by one (1) six-year-old's piercingly accurate psychoanalysis

Loid is facing a true Psychological Battle: The Fitting Room

Anya Ultimate Wingman Award for convincing everyone her mum's battle is actually a circus act

Awwww, Zeb, Fake Husband to Olka, likes her. I hope this is a healthy experience in Yor seeing other fake couples work it out, but I do also think Zeb could mega-die

"As long we people continue to be people, conflict will never end." Alright, Director Doomsday, calm down

"What am I? What am I doing this for?" [B Eilish voice] What was I made foooooor?

"Does she hate me? Or is she just going through a rebellious phase?" Loid whenever one of the Forger girls looks upset: THIS MUST BE MY FAULT SOMEHOW

A hasty and confident NO to Assassin Sniff's whole vibes

We interrupt this program to think about how cute Loid and Anya are!! I love Loid entertaining Anya and also supporting her while he thinks she's missing Yor

"Nice, Mr. Husband!" Oh good, we love a bulletproof vest for Zeb!

Truly a wild juxtaposition of Forger Family Fireworks Night:

"This might be a bit late to ask, but would you consider just peacefully going home?" I love you, Compassionate Combat

I'm having a hard time believing all this will happen without Loid eventually noticing; the fireworks are long gone. I actually do hope Loid crashes her battle, Director Doomsday is out cold

"I'm doing this to support my family.... wait. I guess I am also doing this for money. But... no, I make enough to survive now. I'm hunting down bad guys for my country! For my country? Have I always been so righteous? What am I doing this for?" Poor Yor, this is like the worst possible time for an existential crisis

YOR AND LOID BOTH BEING MOTIVATED BY THEIR DESIRE FOR OTHERS TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

[In Yor's flashback] "Be it for someone else, or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job... That's something to be very proud of." I'm sure Loid will acknowledge me. He'll forgive me. I like to think so too, Yor!!

Never mind to Loid helping Yor out, he is busy disarming a bomb threatening to sink them. This truly is the Titanic LMAO

LGLHGLGJHGLJHG Anya accidentally tripping the assassins so they shoot each other. Like mother, like daughter 💖

"You'll be able to enjoy the symphony of agonized screams and roars coming through the wiretaps on this ship." I can't wait for Loid to sink this guy with his own clock-bomb

Update from 30 seconds later: See? Self-owned and sunk

Awwwww Yor really does deserve the baby hug after the day she's had:

"I pray that, someday, you and your family will be able to find true peace." OLKAAAA

"I know it was an emergency, but I ended up casting my family aside again." Loid and Yor having the same crisis about whether to prioritize their family or their jobs 🥺🥺🥺

Loid's blush at Yor catching him skipping as he continues to skip over in her direction. Hee hee

"I hope peaceful days like this will continue forever." ME TOO, YOR!

Get you a mum who would secretly beat up sharks for you ❤️‍🩹

Setting aside how fun snorkeling is, absolutely terrible idea to go into the ocean with an open wound OMG

Loid carrying his whole family is the cutest thing I've ever seen, 10 bajilion/10zo; perfect:

[Internally] "You did a great job." Loid is in loooooove

"I can never tell if he's actually clever, or clumsy." Me either, Handler

Anya learning about the vacation disparity of rich kids LMAO

"If youre going to create a persona for yourself, you need to be strategic and commit." Not Loid turning this lie lecture into a spy lecture in his mind

"Lying is too much work, so I'll try not to do it anymore." Anya's entire set of adult role models do nothing but lie all the time, she really has no frame of reference for honesty

I do a little bit hate the Becky fantasizing about Loid thing, I have been Cardcaptor Sakura'd too much in life

NOT ANYA SELLING OUT HER MUM FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BECKY BEING HER RICH SIX-YEAR-OLD STEPMUM OH MY GOD

I feel like they take a lot of liberties in translating "Loid-sama" as "my precious Loid" but hey, he is precious

"Yor's going to get the wrong idea, somehow." Loid has finally registered that this child is obsessed with him and he is only concerned for wife not thinking he's a freak. A good husband above all else

"I really don't understand the children of rich people." Me either, Loid

I need you to see Loid's face as Becky declares that this is his expression of love for Yor:

"Your heart is as vast as the sky, and you're stronger than the earth itself. You're the perfect lady." Correct, Becky! Yor is amazing

"I had some extra souvenirs left after handing them out to everyone else. Do you want them?" LMAO @ the implication being lost on Fiona that he doesn't even think of her enough to warrant her own souvenir

I will say, I really do resonate with the theme of the ep being Loid is Hot and Amazing to Everyone But No One Will Ever Measure Up to Yor in His Eyes

"Maybe you're too nice, and biting and barking don't really suit you." Everyone in the Forger family is too nice for their job, including Bond Forger, Precognitive Puppy

Awwww Bond trying to help out all the humans with his visions

LNKFHKFHKJFH Loid really just got reprimanded by his dog

"And he went into save [Daisy the puppy]? What an impressive dog!" I love the Spy Dad-Psychic Puppy tag-team ❤️

[Internally] "I am a cool-headed spy. I cannot let my emotions show." Loid remains deadpan through SO many things but his dog looking a little funny while wet is his limit. What a man!

"Don't push yourself too hard. There's someone waiting back home who would be sad if you died." 1) V sweet, dad first, hero second. And 2) This is the second time Loid has directly spoken to his life situation with a simultaneous thinly-veined dog metaphor

WAHHHHHHH Loid and Bond's heroics being acknowledged by Anya giving them little paper Stellas:

Yor immediately joining in and congratulating them for their hard work on their walk!!! I LOVE ONE (1) SPY X FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭 IT'S A NICE SHOW

#ayesha talks anime #spy x family #liveblogging #sxf series #spy x family series #ayesha liveblogs spy x family #long post #guns tw #moqueueton #been a while since i've been able to watch 2 seasons of a show in succession!! very fun to continue

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txt as ariana grande songs

wc. 1153 (each member is over 200 words)

genre. fluff

tags. non-idol!txt x gn!reader; many different aus

warnings. repost; mentions of alcohol and food [if there's anything else please let me know]

more of my work

yeonjun → boyfriend

i don’t know why i’m allergic to established relationship yeonjun but just think about fwb!yeonjun and it’s just a constant back and forth “will they? won’t they” thing but like all your friends already just function like you’re a couple anyways. and you guys are just like “no we’re not -_-”. but still you both always get jealous when you see the other talking to someone else.

i think this pairs well with frat bro!yj who invites you to one of the parties at his fraternity house but spends the entire night talking to what seems like everyone at this party but you. you decide to entertain yourself with one of his frat brothers who you’ve had some classes with. he drags you to play beer pong with him. from the corner of his eye, yeonjun catches you two laughing together and asks to play the next round against you. you don’t realize how good he is at beer pong. and like the gentleman he is, he urges his brother to drink for you because “you’re twice they’re size, are you really going to let them drink all that alcohol?” so your partner begins to lose his balance, and literally no one is surprised when yeonjun wins.

after the game, he finally gives you the attention that you wanted, when he pulls you to his room. “aww, were you jealous junie?” you tease him as he shuts the bedroom door.

soobin → daydreamin’

soobin is soooo first love class crush coded. he’s just someone you could / would / should fall in love with the moment that you lay your eyes on him. i was originally thinking of a college!au lab partner thing but walk with me. maybe he’s your best friend’s cousin who is staying with their family for the summer and he has to tag along with the two of you everytime you hang out because he doesn’t know anyone in town and your friend’s parents want him to meet new people.

the first day you met him, you and your friend planned to go strawberry picking. they drove over to your house to pick you up and you see him in the front seat. your friend tells him to move over to the back so you can sit at the front. he gets out of the car and introduces himself to you and you feel all the blood in your body rush up to your face because he is the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. throughout the hour-long drive, you keep making eye contact in the rearview mirror and you feel your stomach doing flips and your organs turning to mush.

at the strawberry fields, he trails behind you and your friend but you try your best to include him in the conversation. your friend ends up walking in front of the two of you and he offers to carry your basket for you as you keep talking and getting to know about him.

beomgyu → tattooed heart

okay okay okay this kinda sorta has nothing to do with the song but hear me out hear me out i was listening to this song and i randomly thought of tattoo artist!beomgyun. and he’s so creative and artistic and talented. i feel like he is the type of person that could literally do any medium of art and make a masterwork.

one day, you were walking around and you saw that a tattoo place was doing a flash sale and you had always wanted one so you decided to see if they had any that you liked. you were visibly nervous because it was your first tattoo and at first the artist that was doing yours seemed really quiet. but it turns out beomgyu was so sweet and he really did his best to make you feel comfortable throughout the entire experience. he was telling you stories and cracking jokes and everything. you didn’t even notice that he had already finished.

and after that you keep going back to the same place and working with him only and imagine him telling you that he designed a tattoo for you because he couldn’t get you out of his mind lol.

taehyun → goodnight n go

i definitely was going to go the angsty route for this but i had wayyy to many songs from yours truly in this and i also think goodnight n go fits him so well. this song and tyun make me think of 13 going on 30 which is one of my favorite movies.

i’m thinking about childhood best friends that haven’t seen each other in a while. and one day you invite him over because he has been dying to see what your life in the city is like. you spend the entire afternoon catching up, laughing at inside jokes, and reminiscing about old times. and even though you haven’t seen each other in what feels like years, you still fall back into your old pattern and it feels like you never left. the time slips your mind and by the time either of you notice, it’s already dark outside and he missed the last train out of the city, so he has to spend the night.

of course he doesn’t want to be an imposition so he offers to sleep on the couch but you manage to convince him that “that is ridiculous, we used to share a bed as kids.”

kai → main thing

the fact that this is the only established romantic relationship in this makes me giggle but i was originally going to do this song for yeonjun but i think it fits kai so much better. he would be such a doting partner i think. he’s so lovely and perfect and i definitely have very real romantic feelings for him but that’s beside the point.

you’ve had a horrible day and it literally feels like the entire world is crumbling around you. you text him to tell him that you just got home and you’re probably going to call it a night early. he can tell from your tone that something happened and in twenty minutes he’s at your door with takeout, your favorite ice cream, and a board game. you’re confused when you open the door and see him grinning at you with his hands full, but you’re eternally grateful that you have someone as thoughtful as you. he makes sure you eat as he runs you a bath and stays with you as you unload everything that happened to you that day.

i feel like kai is definitely the partner to play with your hair as you lay on the couch together watching a random show. he feels your breathing slow down and sees that you fell asleep. he only wakes you up so he can help you back to your bedroom to sleep properly.

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Chapter Eight

A/N: This is going to be the last chapter of 2024! Enjoy and excuse any typos!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, 18+, MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Seven

“You know when you said you would pay me back I thought you were gonna take me to dinner, not have me melting in the hot ass sun.”

After some bargaining at the hospital, Toni had given Bronco her number and after more bargaining over the span of two weeks, she finally gave in to his invitation to go out with him. Now she sat beside him in the bleachers watching his brother’s baseball practice.

“I told you to dress comfortable and in something lightweight,” he chuckled. “Where did you think I was takin you with that dress code? Mickey D’s?”

She laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Shut up and I would have been just fine with McDonalds thank you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Ms. Toni.” He joked dodging her hit. “But I figured we could sit out here and talk and stuff without the interruptions. If that’s okay with you. Plus you said you needed to talk to me about something anyway.”

She nodded watching the boys on the field for a moment. “You and Zilla are pretty close right?”

Bronco nodded, looking between her and the field. “Yeah we are. Something wrong?”

“Yes and no.” She shrugged. “I’ve been trying to talk to Moriah about it but she’s already got a lot going on. I know she needs to know but I don’t wanna add onto her stress.”

A frown replaced Bronco’s small smile.

“What you seen him creepin or somethin? Cause I can dead that shit real quick. Just let me know what’s up.”

“No, no, no,” she replied quickly putting her hands out to stop him, “No, Zilla is not cheating on her. No. Breathe.”

“Oh,” he blew hard, “I was about to get that man, my friends don’t do that shit.”

“Well I’m glad you hold your friends accountable. Not a lot of men do that,” she praised offering him a smile, “But when her mom was in town a few weeks ago for Thanksgiving, her mom came up to the hospital.”

“Maybe she was tryna talk to Rye after everything.”

“Nope, she wasn’t there to see Rye, Rye wasn’t even working. I overheard her talking to Thomas while I was up on the pediatrics floor.”

His face turned up at her words. “Thomas? Rye’s ex that almost got his ass beat? Him?”

“Yes him,” she chuckled.

“Wait, they fuckin?”

Laughing, Toni pushed him again telling him to shut up. “You just shut up and listen. You get on my nerves. Now, she was telling him to lay low with trying to get Moriah back and to leave the rest of the planning to her after he almost got his ass beat by yall. She said she knew how to get him to leave Moriah since she won't just leave.”

“The two of them in on this together, That’s fucked up, Zilla ain’t even a bad guy. I don’t get it.”

“More of she’s using him as a pawn and he’s too dumb to realize it.”

“She got the right dumbass then from what I’ve seen but she do know Zilla ain’t leavin that girl? He love her mean ass too much to take that lady side or word for anything.”

“That’s the thing though.What she tells him might make him leave. Which is why I wanted to talk to her so she can tell him before her mom does. Or see if you can talk to her.”

“Well what is it that’s so bad?”

While Toni was explaining what she’d overheard, she had to keep reminding him to lower his voice and not get himself upset. Based on his reaction, she knew that the reaction Moriah gets will be even worse. By the end of their conversation Bronco was red from the tips of his ears to the tips of his fingers, Toni was sure if she looked closely she could see steam coming from his ears. It took a lot of convincing for Bronco not to go to the hospital and prove to Thomas that the security wait time wasn’t shit. But he told her if she didn’t let Moriah know, that he would.

After the NXT tapings for the holidays, Zilla and Moriah were on their flight within the hour heading back to Texas. Zilla slept with his head in Moriah’s lap most of the flight but sleep completely missed her. Her mind was moving a mile a minute, worrying. Toni had been trying to have a conversation about Nadine for the past couple of weeks which she brushed off until Toni put her foot down. She told Zilla to make sure Moriah called her as soon as they got situated if she wanted to be off for his next match. Moriah wasn’t sure if she had done something wrong at work or if Toni just wanted to talk about Bronco. Along with that, Moriah stressed about if her mother was going to try and see her and what would happen when she had to be in the same room with her on Christmas since it was the only way she’d see her grandmother and auntie. Before she could get a good grasp on either dilemma, the couple were in their uber headed to Leata’s house.

They went around to the back of the house and slipped in to surprise everybody. Zilla sat their bags down, then led Moriah through the kitchen to the living room. While Zilla was sneaking up behind Leata, Moriah went to jump into Zilla’s second oldest brother, Ejay’s lap and hugged his neck tight. Leata screamed seeing both of her babies.

“I thought you two weren’t coming for two more days!”

“We wanted to surprise yall,” Zilla chuckled squeezing her tight.

Moriah continued to squeeze and hug Ejay, laughing. “Hug me back, Ejay! Don’t be mean! Mama, tell him don’t be mean!”.

“Be nice to her, Ejay. She’s been putting up with your brother all by herself. She needs some love,” Leata joked.

“That’s right and that ain’t easy! He hard headed! He don’t listen! Annnnd … he eats all of my snacks.”

Zilla stared at her playfully. “I’m hard headed and don’t listen? Me?”

Moriah nodded. “That’s right, you.They all know that you’re hard headed and don’t listen. Right, Mama? Right, brothers?”

“Nope, Mama is not in this. I’m gonna go straighten up the room for you two.” She laughed softly as she left the room.

Moriah shrugged getting up. “That just means she doesn’t wanna hurt his feelings. I know my favorite brothers don’t care so…. Naio, Ejay …. tell him. Please and thank you.”

“Why are we in the middle?” Ejay asked, laughing.

“They not cause they know it’s you, fat head,” Zilla thumped her forehead then stepped back to dodge her hit.”Don’t be mad at me cause you hard headed and don’t listen.”

The couple started to argue while his brothers watched and laughed. They did miss their arguments simply because they never had to get involved. Being ref was their moms job.

“Aye, aye, aye. It’s too much noise in here!”

The arguing stopped, they both turned to the doorway of the living room ready to fuss at whoever it was.

“Arthuuuuur!”

As Moriah was running towards him, Zilla pulled her back and pushed her playfully onto the sofa so he could get to his oldest brother. Laughing, Arthur hugged his brother tight.

“Why you do that?”

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll be aight,” he laughed, “Her fat ass head saved her.”

Moriah huffed standing back up from the sofa and marched over to them, plucking Zilla’s ear.

“I hope it’s funny when you on the sofa tonight.”

“You can’t put me on the sofa in my mama house. She ain’t gon let you.”

“She let me do it before so I hope you enjoy it.”

Laughing, Zilla pulled her close putting his face in her neck making her giggle.

“Let me go, Fatu” She giggled trying to move away from him.

“Come on, Fat.” He pleaded, still holding onto her, “Don’t do me like that. You know I love you.”

Moriah giggled louder trying to get away from his kisses and tickles.

“Moriah! Come here!”.

After a little more of their tug of war, Zilla let her go from his grasp so she could answer Leata’s call. Arthur guided his baby brother over to the sofa, both of them flop down on it.

“I thought yall were sickening while yall were here but since yall been in Florida, yall have gotten so much worse,” Ejay joked. “I mean do yall argue at all?”

“Yeah we argue, not a lot but sometimes.”

“I know what it is,” Naio snickered while his brothers watched him, waiting for him to finish. “It's that sofa.”

They all laughed, Arthur smacked his baby brother’s chest playfully.

“Why did your ass tell her mama that? You knew she almost popped a blood vessel.”

He shrugged. “She was tryna be funny so I was hilarious. I ain’t gon lie to yall that lady lucky I love Fat as much as I do.”

“Shit, I don’t think love would’ve been enough to get me off her ass,” Naio admitted messing with his twists, “I woulda told Moriah to go to the hotel and get her lick back. That bruise was big as shit.”

EJay squinted. “What bruise?”

“You remember I told you Nadine slapped her?” Zilla asked speaking in a low tone to which he nodded. “The bruise from that.”

“She slapped her that hard? Hell nah, she needed her ass beat.”

Zilla shrugged. “That’s her mom, I agree but you know. Rye ain’t talked to her since. Nadine call and shit, her ass even called me tryna get to her.”

“You answered the phone,” Arthur inquired.

“I answered one time and reminded her that she didn’t like me and told her not to call my phone no more. Like I was gon make Fat talk to her.”

While the brothers were talking, Moriah helped Leata make the bed in Zilla’s old bedroom. The two women moved in a comfortable silence. Peace and love radiated through the house, it gave Moriah that warm feeling she missed when they were at home in Florida. If Moriah could bottle it up and take it with her to spread around in their own home she would. When the bed was done, Moriah sat on the side of it watching Leata search the small walk in closet.

“The other day I came in here to look for something and I found something I never realized I left in here,” Leata explained still searching the closet. “I must have put it in here after you two left cause I imagine you or him would’ve found it.”

“Oh? What you got?”

A quiet moment passed between them before Leata emerged from the closet holding the item close to her chest. She closed and locked the bedroom door before going to sit beside Moriah on the bed.

“Do you remember this?” She asked handing the piece of clothing over to Moriah.

Moriah laughed a little. The shirt she held in her hands had a collage of pictures of her and Zilla, only slightly faded.. “He hated it but he wore it to make me happy.”

“I remember the night you gave it to him in front of all of us. I had never seen him roll his eyes so hard,” she laughed, “His brothers didn’t make it any better. He knew that it meant a lot to you though.”

“I remember the way his face turned up,” she laughed, “But he hugged me and told me he loved it. I knew better though.”

“We all did. I wasn’t 100% sure until that moment that you and him liked each other,” she chuckled, “14 years old and acted like an old married couple.”

Moriah shrugged, finally looking up from the shirt. “I didn’t know exactly what I was feeling but I knew that as long as I had him it didn’t matter.”

“Have you told him yet?”

“No, not yet. I know I need to.”

“I know you’re afraid of his reaction. If you want, I’ll be there while you tell him.”

She shook her head, “No, well … maybe. I gotta do something else first though.”

On Christmas Eve, Moriah slipped away from the Fatu family to visit her own. Her grandmother and aunt were in town to see her, in order to see them she had to bite the bullet and go to her childhood home. Zilla offered to go with her and when she turned him down, he told her he would be accompanying her. The couple stood on the front porch wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and whispering softly to each other. Zilla wanted her to be in the best mood possible before entering a space he knew wouldn’t be conducive to her mental health.

“I must have missed the mistletoe out here.”

Moriah pulled away laughing. “Auntie Kami! I missed you!”

Kamille Parker, the younger sister of Nadine and the one that was given all the sense if you asked Moriah. The two hugged and rocked from side to side while Zilla watched with a small smile. Kamille kissed her head after she pulled away.

“I missed you too but I see my nephew is keeping you nice and busy.” She joked, going to hug him. “Hey, Zilla. How are you? I saw your match too. You did that.”

“Thank you, Auntie. You look beautiful as always.”

“That’s because I know how to act and treat people,” she joked, “I keep telling my fat head sister that but we all know she doesn’t listen very well. She’s gonna start aging like milk.”

The young couple laughed as they followed her into the house. Her mother’s voice carried through the house, she sounded happy but Moriah knew as soon as she saw Zilla that was going to change,

Kamille nudged her, “Stop thinking so hard. Especially about her. You didn’t come to see her anyway, you came to see me and Mama. Fuck her.”

“Auntie,” Moriah laughed softly.

“No seriously, fuck her, Moriah. You worry about you, she did this to herself. Don’t you agree, Zilla?”

“Yup.”

Moriah stared between the two of them, playfully shaking her head. “Alright, Auntie but don’t be all buddy buddy with him. I’m the favorite here, not him.”

Zilla thumped her ear playfully, “You so jealous. Ion say shit when Mama pick your side over mine.”

“You do so,” she fired back, “Just before we left the house you made her apologize for taking my side.”

“Blah, blah, blah, proof or it didn’t happen.”

Laughing, Kamille stopped the couple from arguing before they got too carried away. They stood in the foyer a little longer to talk, both Zilla and Kamille could tell Moriah needed a little more time.

“Look what Santa left on the porch,” Kamille announced happily as they entered the living room.

Trenice Parker, the matriarch of the Parker family, stood from her seat on the sofa with a beautiful smile stretched across her face and her eyes lit up at the sight of her granddaughter. She waved her oldest daughter off when she attempted to keep their conversation going.

“Look at my beautiful babygirl. Spin around let me see this outfit, Rye.”

Giggling, Moriah did a quick spin then went in to hug her grandmother. While they were hugging, Nadine and Zilla made eye contact and he made no move to avert his eyes. There was a slow burning fire in her eyes at the sight of him.

“Florida has been treating you well, I see. And I assume so has Isayah,” she joked, going to hug him. “How are you doing, baby?”

“I’m good, Mrs. Parker. How you doin?”

“I’m well better now that the two of you are here. Wait .. wait,” she called out, “I called you the wrong name. Tell me the name again.”

“Its aight, you can call me Isayah. I don’t mind.”

“Only if you call me Umi like I asked.”

Moriah frowned pushing between them. “Uhn uhn. You’re my Umi, not his. He don’t get to call you that.”

“You always were a jealous little thing,” Trenice laughed, “You’ll always be my number one, Rye. If he’s gonna be in the family then he should call me what you call me. Right?”

Nadine scoffed under her breath, Trenice winked at the young couple.

“You say something, big sis?”

“Kamille, mind your business.” She retorted. “Mama, that boy is not in the family. He can call you Mrs. Parker. Moriah, you don’t see me sitting here?”

“Nadine, stop it. You are just like your father, mean as a snake and for what? It’s Christmas time and I want to enjoy my babies. Now you hush.”

Zilla made eye contact with Nadine again and gave her a wide smile.

“Moriah, I asked you a question.”

Kamille tapped Zilla’s arm, “I need to borrow your muscles for a second. Come on.” Zilla looked unsure between his girlfriend and Kamille. “She’s good. She’ll be good.”

After letting his girlfriend know to call him if she needed him, Zilla followed Kamille out of the room. The generations of Parker women remained, the oldest looking between the others. Trenice clasped her hands in front of her, a smile still on her face.

“Moriah, would you like to speak to your mother?”

“No ma'am. I came here to see you and Auntie Kami.”

Trenice cut Nadine off when she started to speak. “I understand that but what would it hurt to greet her? You don't have to talk to her, only greet.”

Moriah glanced over at her mother, starting to feel herself feeling bad. She took a few moments to take a few breaths. “I'm sorry, Umi. No. I don't want to talk to her and I'm not.”

“See? I told you, Mama.” Nadine scoffed. “Just let her have her little tantrum, she'll be fine.”

Moriah bit her tongue to keep herself from engaging into the argument her mother wanted from her. She had thought about at least speaking to her mother since she was in her house but that thought was long gone.

“Well if this is how you're gonna act then I wouldn't speak to you either. You should be trying to fix the problem,” Trenice chastised. “Not making it worse, Nadine.”

Nadine groaned.

“Not you too. I told the girl that I didn't mean to slap her that hard, I apologized for that.”

“You shouldn't have slapped her period, Nadine. Have I ever done that to you?”

“No, but-,”

“So why would you think it's an okay thing to do to her?”

“She was being disrespectful, Mama. I was never a disrespectful child.”

Trenice snorted, “Like hell you weren't.”

Moriah's phone vibrated while they were talking, she slipped out of the room to answer it. She went to sit on the stairs and answered.

“The ED missing me already? Or you got Bronco tea?”

Toni laughed softly. “The ED does miss you and no tea. Are you busy?”

“Yeah but I needed a break from it.”

Toni noticed the far away tone and became concerned. “Everything okay? You and Zilla alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, we're good. At my mom's house to see my Auntie and Umi.”

“Oooh and your mom is being herself.”

“Right but anyway,” she sighed, “I'm sorry for not calling. Zilla did remind me but Mama had me so busy. She's missed me being here with her. What did you wanna talk about?”

“Well first, where's Zilla?”

She chuckled. “I tried to leave him with his brothers but he put his foot down and came with me. He's helping my Aunt with something.”

Toni paused trying to figure out how she reached to say what she needed to say. She wished Moriah would've called before she went to get mother's house.

“In just gonna rip the bandaid off,” she sighed, “When your mom was here, she came to the hospital to talk to Thomas. She's using him to try and break you and Zilla up.”

Moriah's hold on her phone became tighter. “What?”

“Yeah but clearly she's realized that's not working so she's got another plan,” Toni explained.

“Which is what?”

“Rye, she's gonna tell him. She knows that you haven't told him.”

The line went quiet but Toni knew she was still there. Moriah's body started to heat up from anger and some fear. She was planning on telling him on her own time but now she didn't have that option.

“She told Thomas?”

“Yes. I'm sorry, Rye. I'm sorry she made you do that.”

Moriah’s heart fluttered in her chest as tears burned her eyes. “Thank you for telling me. I'll call you later or something.”

“Call if you need me, I'm serious.”

After hanging up, Moriah went to the bathroom to collect herself before her aunt or Zilla saw her.

“I assume you needed something heavy moved.”

“Nope,” Kamille responded handing him a water bottle, “Nadine had been complaining about how Moriah acts differently in front of me, you, her dad and your family so I was proving a point.”

“Thanks. Yeah? I'm not shocked. She think we brainwashed her or some shit but it's really all her doin.” He shrugged taking a long drink from the bottle.

“We know that but she acts like she doesn't. How has my baby been? She tells me she's fine but I know better.”

He chuckled, “She was taking it pretty hard at first but she's doin better. I'm happy she standin up for herself.”

“So am I. Now what about you? Found a new therapist yet?” Zilla scrunched his face up at her, making her laugh. “You thought I forgot, didn't you?”

He shrugged playfully. “I was hopin you did. Ain't found one, honestly ain't been lookin.”

Kamille snorted. “At least you're honest. I'm giving you a month to find one. If you don't find one, I'll do it for you. Got it?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“What are you trying to accomplish with this attitude, Nadine?”

Nadine rolled her eyes. “The same thing all of you should want … him away from my child.”

Trenice stared at her daughter at a loss. The way that her daughter had gone from being best friends with the family to public enemy number one had her flabbergasted.

“What is it that you think is gonna happen if you don't get him away from Rye?”

“She gonna be unhappy, mistreated and neglected for the rest of her life. I went through that and I don't want that for her.” Nadine fussed.

Trenice clapped her hands and pointed, “There you go. You're protecting your feelings onto her. Just because you feel like that happened to you, doesn't mean it'll happen to her. You have to let her live her life and be happy.”

“Wait,” Nadine frowned, “Because I feel like? No, that is what happened. Hassan was a terrible husband and you know that.”

“Do I, Nadine? For almost twenty years I watched that man dote on you, love you and take care of you. Where were these other undesirable moments that you speak of?” Trenice raised a brow hearing her daughter scoff. “And if you scoff, suck your teeth or roll your eyes at me again, you'll be picking eyes and teeth up off the floor.”

“When he decided he was gonna abandon his career and his family for a dream. He was always gone, never had time for us, Mama. Don't act like you remember.”

Trenice stared. “Is that really how you remember that?”

“It's how it happened.” Nadine shot back.

“No, that's how you're remembering it. He lost his best friend and he decided to live life which still included you and Moriah. But because that's how you're choosing to remember it, you've decided to try to ruin your daughter's happiness instead of talking about it.”

“Mama,” she groaned, “I'm trying to save her from the heartache. I saved her once before and I thought she would've understood and been grateful but look at her.”

“What you did to her was not to save her so save that hero act, Nadine.” Trenice fussed starting intently at her daughter, “You did that to hurt her because you knew by hurting her, you could hurt him.”

Christmas always brought different emotions for Moriah. It was her favorite holiday, she loved the togetherness, the decorations and the gifts but it always bought that pang of sadness. Having to spend every other Christmas without her father and every one without those who were gone. She always woke up before any one else did on Christmas and this year was no different. After making herself a mug of hot cocoa, Moriah went to sit on the front porch to watch the sunrise.

Six weeks had passed since Zilla's incarceration, his family and Moriah were still figuring out how to deal with the loss. Moriah spent all the time she could with Leata, wanting to be close to what reminded her of him as she was taking him being gone outwardly the hardest.

“Rye, come eat. I know you haven't eaten all day.”

Leata sat on the side of her son's bed where Moriah laid under his covers.

“I'm not hungry, Ma.”

“Didn't ask if you were hungry,” she explained softly, “I told you to come eat. Arthur's here, he came to see you specifically.”

Slowly, she sat up from the bed and let Leata help her up. Leata hugged her tight before they left the room for the kitchen.

“A sight for sore eyes,” Arthur joked going to hug her. “I got your favorite.”

At that, Moriah perked up going to sit at the kitchen table with him. Leata went to grab their plates laughing softly to herself.

“Most excited I've seen you in a while, Rye.”

“Beef barbacoa does it every time,” Arthur laughed, “How you feel, lil sis?”

Moriah shrugged and thanked Leata. “Been okay, I guess. It's weird.”

“Yeah, it's weird, I feel the same way. Ma said you been sick, you got the cooties?”

She laughed a little. “Don't have the cooties. Prolly just a cold or something.”

Arthur and Leata briefly made eye contact with each other. Moriah happily bit into her taco, humming as she chewed it up.

“Your other friends been sick too?”

When she opened her mouth to answer she started to gag uncontrollably. After a few moments, she ran to the nearest bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet leaving the mother and son to sit in silence. Once she was sure she was fine, Moriah washed up and brushed her teeth before going back to the table.

“Sorry, sorry. I haven't eaten all day, guess I ate too fast.”

Arthur grabbed the Walmart bag from the table and passed it to her, a small smile on his face. She took it wearily.

“What's this? A gift?”

“Something like that,” he answered softly.

Moriah looked in the bag then quickly closed it and shook her head. “No, it's just a cold or the flu. I'm not … no.”

“Manamea, it's not a cold. I'll go take it with you.”

She shook her head again starting to cry. “I can't be. I can't, not without Zay.”

Arthur rubbed her back trying to comfort her. “Breathe, Rye. In and out,” he instructed doing it with her, “There you go, breathe. It's okay, we're here with you.”

Two weeks later, Moriah sat in the exam room with Leata, Hassan, Nadine and her OBGYN. Having gotten over her initial shock, Nadine had seemingly come around to her grandchild and was willing to be present and helpful.

“Everything with mom and baby looks good, I don't see any reason to worry.” The doctor informed them happily. “We’re just going to take a look at the baby before you go.”

Hassan helped Moriah lie back on the exam table, he offered her a small smile and kissed the top of her head. They watched the screen intently, Hassan and Leata with tears in their eyes. Moriah was honestly confused the first few moments about what she was looking at.

“That thing is my baby?” She asked.

The doctor laughed, “Yes, that's Baby DeBreaux. I know baby looks a little funny now but we're only at week 10 so he or she is still growing.”

“Fatu,” Moriah whispered.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, dear.”

“You said Baby DeBreaux,” Moriah answered softly, “Baby Fatu.”

“Oh I'm sorry, I should have asked. Well Baby Fatu is growing and healthy.”

“Thank you.”

Nadine mumbled under her breath which didn't go unnoticed by Hassan and Leata.

“When is the due date?” Hassan asked holding onto his daughter'shand.

“March 24th. Give or take a few days if he or she is stubborn.”

A soft gasp left Leata, her tears finally slipping out.

“Hmm well maybe they'll give the father a weekend pass to see the birth of his child or do prisons not do that anymore?”

Moriah stared up at the ceiling while Leata and Hassan glared at Nadine. The doctor cleared her throat.

“Would you all like to hear the heartbeat?”

“Yes,” Hassan answered still staring at his ex wife, “Please.”

As soon as the sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room, Nadine's rude remark was forgotten. Moriah cried softly, her hand instinctively went to her belly.

Another two weeks passed, news of Moriah's pregnancy hadn't spread beyond her parents, Leata, Arthur, her aunts and grandparents. They had yet to figure out how to tell Zilla the news as they were worried about how it would affect him not being able to be there for his own child for ten years. When Moriah wasn't at school she was baby shopping with Leata and on some occasions with Nadine as well.

“Where are you going?” Nadine asked seeing Moriah pull on her shoes.

“Zilla's mom is coming to get me. We’re gonna go look at some stuff.”

Nadine shook her head. “Call her and tell her that you can't go. You've got an appointment.”

“Uuh on a Saturday? I thought my next one wasn't for a few weeks.” She said genuinely confused.

“Yes on a Saturday. This is with a different doctor, I just wanna make sure everything is okay.” Nadine explained sweetly.

Moriah smiled. “Oh okay then I'll see if she wants to come.”

“No, no. I want this to be just me and you,” Nadine suggested getting up from her seat, “Afterwards maybe we can go look at some baby stuff. What do you think?”

Even though she was surprised and slightly skeptical, Moriah agreed and relayed the information to Leata, who was skeptical as well. An hour later, Moriah was sitting in the waiting room of an unfamiliar clinic while her mother filled out paperwork beside her. Whenever she tried to ask a question, Nadine changed the subject or told her not to worry about it.

Getting called to the back, Moriah was extremely uncomfortable and panicking. The looks the nurse gave her were troubling, she wanted to ask but with her mom in the room, Moriah knew she wouldn't get an answer. When the doctor entered, he spoke to them both but Nadine was the only one responding and not for lack of trying on Moriah's part. The doctor took his time explaining the vacuum aspiration to Moriah as they prepped her. At a loss for words, Moriah sat completely still and stared at the doctor as if he was speaking another language.

“You'll have to take it easy for a few days but after that you should be fine. I'm sure your mother will take good care of you.”

At the mention, Moriah looked over at Nadine, who had a small smile on her face.

“Mama, I want my baby. I don't wanna do this.”

“You'll thank me later, Moriah.”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her belly protectively. “I wanna keep my baby. You said you were happy.”

“If you two need to discuss this more, I can step out,” the doctor offers.

Nadine shook her head, “No, there's nothing to discuss. She's 15, I'm her parent and I say it goes. Get rid of it or I'll find someone who will, doctor.”

Tears stung Moriah's eyes at her mother's words.

“You're gonna let them kill my baby, Mama?”

“I am and they are. Get rid of it and you can move on with your life. Stop crying and let them do their job.”

The week that followed the procedure, Moriah stayed in her room, crying, sleeping and avoiding contact with anyone. From her room, she could hear Nadine happily telling her aunt and Umi how she got rid of their problem and how she never wanted ‘it’ anyway.

Nadine burst into her room, bouncing over to her windows to open her curtains.

“Alright, Rye, it's time to get out of that bed. I've let you sulk long enough.”

Moriah pulled her comforter over her head ignoring her mother's commands.

“Oh no no no,” Nadine drug out pulling the comforter back, “Pity party is over. Get up and get dressed.”

“For what?” She huffed finally sitting up.

“Well, for one because I said so and two, so Leata will stop calling me,” Nadine huffed. “You can go over there and tell her that you got rid of it so she'll leave us alone finally.”

Moriah glared at her mother. “I didn't do anything. You killed my baby.”

“Tomato, tamato. Either way it's dead and we're moving on with our lives so you need to tell her. Be a big girl, just like you were when you got pregnant.”

“I hate you.”

Feeling someone sit beside her brought Moriah out of her thoughts. She looked to her right finding a sleepy Zilla and a soft giggle passed her lips.

“Good morning, sleepy head.��

“Mornin,” he yawned. “What you doin up so early? Santa ain't come to see you. You been bad.”

Moriah laughed softly. “He ain't come to see you either, you been mean all year.” She leaned over to kiss him. “How'd you sleep?”

“Good till I realized you wasn't in bed with me. Bad dream?” He asked taking a sip from her mug.

“No, I'm always up early on Christmas. You forgot?”

He shrugged. “Didn't forget, just didn't expect you to get up this year. Don't ask why.”

“I won't. Anybody else up?”

“Nah, just us. Why?” He asked taking another sip then wiggled his eyebrows. “Fat tryna get busy?”

At that, Moriah laughed loudly standing up from her seat. “Boy, no. I was gonna say we can go get breakfast for everybody before your niece wakes the whole house.”

Zilla scrunched his face, “Eeh, I like Zilla's idea better but okay. But when we have kids, they ain't gettin up before 9.”

Moriah slightly frowned at his words but recovered before he noticed. “And why is that?”

“Cause Zilla tryna get busy on Christmas morning. That way I'm happy, you happy and the kids happy as it should be.”

Moriah stared at him trying not to laugh. “Its not often that I dislike you and this is one of those moments. You know how to ruin a nice day.”

“Oh I'm ruinin it cause I'm tryna give you some dick? I bet Mrs. Claus wouldn't turn it down.”

“Don't get Mrs. Claus and you fucked up now, Isayah,” Moriah threatened playfully.

Zilla smacked her ass and wiggled his brows at her. “You know I like it when you get all jealous and threaten me, girl.”

“I'm about to go get breakfast by myself if you don't stop,” she laughed.

Zilla got up from his seat, wrapping his arms around her careful not to spill the leftover cocoa in the mug on her. He kissed her head, her forehead her nose then her lips and stared down at her.

“I don't know what all your mama did to you while I was gone and I'm sorry that I wasn't here to help you and be there for you,” he said softly. “But I'm here now. Whenever you're ready to tell me, I'll be here to listen and help in anyway that I can. And regardless of whatever it is that she did, I love you, Moriah. Ain't shit she can do to change that.”

Moriah blinked away tears. “Isayah, you're gonna make me melt.”

Zilla chuckled, kissing her again. “I ain't mean to make you melt, just wanted to tell you.”

Moriah laid her head on his chest, enjoying how it felt in his arms. At least she could enjoy today.

#AAO #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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Daughter of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief

“even the gods have to bow to fate”

Chapter Summary: In the search for answers, Cassie and Percy may find that they have gotten more than they bargained for. And the ride back home only serves to show them that at least one of their fates has been sealed.

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Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death

I would love to say that the final few weeks of school just went back to normal. I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually, they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven fever dream was way more than I could handle. I did not sign up for this much mind-bending.

For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on Percy and I. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr- a perky blond woman (whom I swear I’ve never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip, by the way)-had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.

Every so often, we would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody just to see if we could trip them up, but the usual response would be to stare at me like I was the psycho.

I wasn’t the one who seemed to forget an entire person.

I got so frustrated that I almost gave up and believed them. For the sake of my sanity, I would believe Mrs. Dodds had never existed. Almost.

For one, the bracelet on my wrist made it hard to forget what happened that day. It appeared like a bronze snake coiled around my wrist with a scale design running down the length of it. It was pretty if you're into jewelry like that, but the main problem was that it would not come off. I tried to pull it off and used forks to try and wedge it off. I even tried butter for godsakes, but nothing worked.

If that wasn’t proof enough, Grover was a dead giveaway and wasn’t fooling anybody. When Percy mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. I knew there was something he wasn’t telling us. Plus, he is just a terrible liar.

I begged Percy to let me try to talk to Grover to see if I could trip him up, but he refused. Hey, I got it he didn’t wanna lose his best and only friend by freaking him out with my crackpot theories. So I dropped it. But I’m sure Percy had his own suspicions as well.

I thought about it every day. Something was going on, something had happened at the museum. And I was gonna find out what.

I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and red demon eyes would wake me up screaming.

The freak weather continued, which didn't help Percy’s mood. I tried to be there for him, but even I was having trouble keeping it together. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in his dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

I started feeling moody and angsty (like a real teen) most of the time. My grades slipped from Cs to Ds. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. Percy was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked Percy for the millionth time why he was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I sat back and watched the show as my brother snapped.

Percy called him an old sot, an old drunk. I bet my life that he didn’t even know what that meant.

The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: Percy would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

Me, not to be outdone by my older brother, spray-painted a few not-so-nice words on Ms. Kerr’s chalkboard. Sort of payback for making me feel like a complete and utter psycho in the final semester. The headmaster sent the letter the same day.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine. I was homesick. I hated this school.

I wanted to be with my mom and Percy in our little apartment on the Upper East Side. I missed the dance studio on 5th Avenue where I spent so many weekends, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods outside my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, and the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Mr. Brunner and his ideas that me and Percy could do better in class than everyone else and his expectation that we would be better. I would especially miss tournament days in his class.

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test Percy I even tried to study for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told us about this subject being life and death for us. I wasn't sure why, but I'd believed him.

The evening before our final, I went to Percy’s dorm to study. Percy got so frustrated he threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. I opted for the more common sense choice of throwing it in the bathtub full of water.

Percy paced the room, which was starting to annoy me, as I lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with tears of frustration running down my face.

I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy, and Cassie Jackson.

”Dude, can you please stop pacing your gonna run a hole in the carpet,” I muttered as I pulled my head up to look at him.

“Plus, it is getting on my nerves.”

Percy stopped his pacing, “Sorry.”

He took a deep breath. He went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he had my textbook in his hand. He set it out on the windowsill to dry and picked up his mythology book.

“Come on,” he said and started for the door.

”Where are we going?” I asked as I scrambled to put on my shoes.

Percy paused with his hand on the doorknob and sighed, "I was thinking that maybe if we talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give us some pointers.”

He turned to me as he opened the door,” I-I don’t want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking we hadn't tried.”

My lips turned up into a smile. Despite everything said about my brother, he was really a good kid, just trying to do the best that he could.

”Well then,” I said, walking out the door, “let’s make sure he doesn’t.”

We walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

We were three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said, "... worried about Percy and Cassie, sir."

Percy froze. I bumped into his back.

He inched closer.

“Percy, what are you doing?” I whisper-yelled while tugging on his shirt. He simply shrugged me off and put a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

Something else about myself... I don’t like to be shushed!

"Did you just shush me?!" I continued. He ignored me.

"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too-"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing them," Mr. Brunner said. "We need them both to mature more."

"But them may not have time. The summer solstice deadline- "

"Will have to be resolved without them, Grover. Let them enjoy their ignorance while they still can."

"Sir, they both saw her... ."

"Their imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them of that."

So it was real? We weren’t crazy?

I should have felt relieved, but only dread settled into me.

We weren’t crazy...

"Sir, I... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy and Cassie alive until next fall-"

The mythology book dropped out of my brother’s hand and hit the floor with a thud.

Oh. My. God.

I facepalmed.

HE DROPPED THE GODDAMN BOOK!

I couldn’t believe it.

Mr. Brunner went silent.

My heart hammering, I picked up the book, grabbed Percy’s shirt, and we both began to back down the hall.

A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.

Percy opened the nearest door, grabbed me, and slipped us inside.

A few seconds later, I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled woodblocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside the door. A large, dark shape paused right in front of the glass, then moved on.

My heart pounded so loud I was afraid everyone could hear it. I looked at Percy, and he was as still as a statue. A look of panic plastered across his face.

Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."

"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn..."

“Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."

"Don't remind me,” Grover groaned.

The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.

We waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.

Finally, we slipped out into the hallway and made our way back up to the dorms.

Overwhelmed with the fact what happened at the museum was real and both Grover and Mr. Brunner knew something about it, I told Percy goodnight and trudged up to my dorm, praying that whatever was going on, Percy and I would find a way out of it.

The next afternoon, as Percy and I were leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called us back inside.

For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about our impromptu eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.

"Percy, Cassie,” he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's... it's for the best."

His tone was kind, but the words were still embarrassing. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips. I glared hard enough at her that she promptly went back to looking at her test.

Percy mumbled, "Okay, sir,” as he gripped my hand tightly.

"I mean..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

My head was down, and a curtain of hair covered my face as my eyes stung from trying to hold back tears. I wanted to say something, but there was a lump in my throat. Percy just stared Brunner in the eyes.

Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. That my brother couldn’t handle it. After saying he believed in us all year, he was now telling us we were destined to get kicked out.

"Right," Percy said, voice trembling.

"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say... you're not normal, you two. That's nothing to be"

"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding us.

"Percy, Cassie-"

But we were already gone.

On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.

The other girls were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were pretty and rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody from a family of nobodies.

They asked me what I'd be doing this summer, and I told them I was going back to the city.

What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job babysitting, trying to catch up on all the dance skills I missed and lost over the semester, and spend my free time worrying about where Percy and I’d go to school in the fall.

"Oh," one of the girls said. "That's cool."

They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.

Grover booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound that Percy and I had, so there we were, together for one last time, heading into the city.

During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd always assumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, but Percy beat me to it.

He said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"

Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha-what do you mean?"

Percy confessed about us eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.

Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"

"Oh... not much,” I said as I fiddled with the strings on my hoodie, trying to play it cool.

“What's the summer solstice deadline?" I blurted, looking Grover dead in the eye.

He winced. "Look, guys... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers..."

"Grover-"

"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and..."

"Grover, you’re a really, really bad liar,” I deadpanned.

His ears turned pink.

From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.

I looked over Percy’s shoulder at the card. It was in fancy script, which was murder for my dyslexia, but I finally made out something like:

Grover Underwood Keeper

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York (800) 009-0009

"What's Half-"

"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um... summer address."

"Okay," Percy said glumly. "So, like, if we want to come to visit your mansion."

Grover nodded. "Or... or if you need me."

"Why would we need you?"

I glared at him with a look that said, “Dude, come on.” My big brother, ever so articulate.

Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, guys, the truth is, I-I kind of have to protect you."

I stared at him. Now that was hard to believe. Between demon math teachers and everyone thinking I was crazy, Grover protecting us was throwing me for a loop.

All year long, Percy’d gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd even lost a little sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year without us. And here he was, acting like he was the one who defended us.

"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting us from?"

There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard, and the whole bus filled with the smell of rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.

After a few minutes of clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover, Percy, and I filed outside with everybody else.

We were on a stretch of country road-no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway were nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with the afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.

The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of blood-red cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.

I mean, these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.

All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, and bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.

The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at Percy. Not at me, not at Grover, only at Percy. Percy started back.

I looked over at Grover to comment on their intense gaze and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.

"Grover?" I said. "Hey, dude-"

"Tell me they're not looking at Percy. They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?" Percy said.

I laughed nervously. I was starting to get a weird feeling, my body only telling me one thing “leave.”

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."

The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors-gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.

"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."

"What?" Percy said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."

"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside. I grabbed Percy’s arm because I was really starting to freak out. Everything about this felt wrong, dangerous.

”Percy, we should get on the bus with Grover, “ I said, trying to gently tug him along. But Percy stayed put.

Across the road, the old ladies were still watching us. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic. Her two friends began to ball up the electric-blue socks.

At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.

The passengers cheered.

"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!" Once we got going, I started to feel a strange sort of guilt, as if something just happened that I should have stopped.

Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering, and his teeth were chattering.

"Grover?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you not telling us?" Percy said.

He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"

"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"

His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He pushed, "Just tell me what you saw."

"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn,” I said.

He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost older.

He said, "You saw her snip the cord."

"Yeah. So?" But even as nonchalant as Percy said it, I knew it was a big deal.

"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."

"What last time?"

"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."

"Grover," Percy said, gripping my hand because he knew Grover was freaking me out, and I was starting to get scared. "What are you talking about?"

"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Percy, promise me."

This seemed like a strange request to me, but Percy promised he could.

"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.

No answer.

"Grover-that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"

He looked at me mournfully, and the guilt only grew.

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The Most Inspiring Story You Can Tell…

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The Most Inspiring Story You Can Tell is Your Own

What if you could leave a legacy to your children and grandchildren that documents your life? Not a written story, but a video that captures your growing up, great grandparents your kids never knew, births, funerals, an uncle lost to war, or that moment when your daughter and her dad walked down the aisle.

These thoughts were ruminating in Kerry Doucet’s mind, when two personal tragedies inspired the creation of Forever Yours Legacy Videos. “I’d been thinking about starting a video business focusing on life legacies when a friend was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. After many rounds of chemo and clinical trials failed, I proposed the idea of filming her. She agreed that recording a love letter to her young daughter and husband would help ease her own loss. Sadly, it never came to be. After a long hospital stay, she lost her battle.” Then in 2022, Kerry’s 84-year old father fell from a ladder, robbing him of his ability to speak. “This,” she said, “really motivated my decision to turn ‘what if into the real thing.”

Kerry started the company after a long career as a TV producer and broadcaster for Fox SportsNet, Comcast SportsNet and Fox 32. “I covered the NFL, NBA, NHL and major league baseball.” she said. “But when I had kids, I started working with Bill Kurtis on Through the Decades and finally segued to Start TV to work on an inspiring video series that focused on women who were the first to accomplish something in their field and had overcome adversity along the way.

Here’s what Kerry had to say in a recent interview with La Jolie MLN:

Q. What drew you to tell stories about families?

Kerry: Part of the work I did on Start TV included from-the-heart profiles on family histories, how they survived struggles like immigration, the Civil Rights movement, and where they are now.

Q. How did you come up with the idea for your legacy video business?

Kerry: While I worked in TV, it occurred to me that people have stories to tell. I sat down with my dad not long ago when my kids were young, and this led to a flood of emotions. I knew he had a sister and brother who died young. His brother died when he was a teenager and was laid out in the family room. My dad looked over the banister as an 8 year old to see his brother’s body. Being able to recount that story today is not within my dad’s reach with his speech problems, but I can narrate for him. It’s really all about four things:

Where you came from

What you overcame

What you were blessed with

What you want the generations that follow to know about you

Q. Does Forever Yours Legacy Videos offer more than one kind of story?

Kerry: Yes. We offer 7 different options:

Individual legacy

Couple legacy

Family Tree Legacy

Corporate Journey

Family Business

End of Life Celebration

Small Business Behind The Scenes

Our method doesn’t require you to answer a ton of email questions or do anything that feels like homework. It’s simply a half day spent in the comfort of your home or place of business, sharing your history. Then we use the still photos and some of the video footage you provide to round out the interview. Our mission is to capture your emotions and the power of your journey in a way that written words cannot.

More on Kerry and Forever Yours Legacy Videos at www.foreveryourslegacyvideos.com

La Jolie MLN: ”It’s our mission to give young ladies the lessons all of you can share with us. So, let’s share our experiences, strength and stories. I cordially invite you to join a cohort of empowered women. Please send your stories to [email protected]

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Eyes Wide Shut

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Liam never expected to be able to discuss his private life with Olivia in this way, but to his surprise, he was completely comfortable with it. It had been a sore spot when he didn’t return her feelings, but once he had her officially deemed his family, she couldn’t help but relent her personal desires for him… not that it was easy… She still harbored hidden feelings, until the American, that is… Realizing that her brother was overly polished for the woman he’d devoted every ounce of himself to, she led him to a separate dungeon… not familiar but to select and very limited staff. She led him thereafter hearing his woes with his wife, and had a deep conversation that left him pondering, but open to her suggestions…

After their evening at this event, his mind was left reeling even harder than before he agreed to it… Offering the invitation to his Queen had been a very clear eye-opener for Liam… but what did it mean for their future together. Having left the event before its end, he was unsure of whether his life would be changing in a very unforeseen way, or if his Riley would return to him. Would she be open to discussing the events of the evening, or would she keep this night’s events in her sanctum of memories?

Surely he would have to divulge his scarring if she chose to come to him for the satisfaction of his craving for her… This wouldn’t heal as quickly as he liked, even if he soaked in an ice bath, although he would not change any of his actions in the evening… including his attempt to cause issues for Ethan Ramsey. He had never been so jealous of another man before. Of course, he was as equally handsome as this man, but the immediate connection shown between them had taken Liam’s mind through so many scenarios… all resulting in the sight of his wife choosing another over him… “When did I come to be an insecure man?”

At the thought, his phone pinged. Olivia told him that Riley was safe and secure in the car provided and on her way back to him. His heart dropped and a light sheen of sweat appeared as his throat began to constrict. He was all but in a full-blown panic when her next message arrived… “I know it was presumptuous of me, but I did this for your own good brother. You have enough time to decide what to do, but take a stroll to your mother’s hidden study. I think you’ll be able to figure things out from there… And relax, she’s still your Queen and no one else’s… It was one night, Liam… You have her for a lifetime!”

Brow arched, he can’t help but think of his mother’s words to him in the garden maze… “My dearest Liam, you have already become such a fantastic young man. Always have faith in yourself. The love and care you invest in your mother on your father’s behalf all but tells me that, once you do find “The One”, you will go to no ends to make sure she remains yours. You’re my little gentleman, but just remember… and this will make sense when you’re older… girls love a man with a wild side… Don’t become a stiff shirt like your father has become,” said with a final wink and light kiss to his forehead. “Now let’s go get your favorite… Baklava!!!”

Now, Riley has taken first place over baklava. He’d enjoyed hearing his “dessert” moan in pleasure as he ate it… The taste removing all other flavors from his palate but hers, he had come to feel that it was life-sustaining… He already knew that it was lifegiving, as it had always brought him to such extreme orgasms… So why had he become so reserved? Did he not realize that his wife wasn’t some delicate desert flower? She was quite a miraculous individual even before any training she received as a means to increase her comfort in the challenges of leading the Royal life would entail. She certainly did not act like a glass figurine that had to be handled with delicacy at all times… His thoughts are interrupted by one final message, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t unleash a field of peacocks on you like Maxwell… Go ahead, stop procrastinating and check it out.”

Once inside Queen Eleanor’s private study, he immediately notices the key in the form of a dagger, the heel in the form of a Phoenix.

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Love’s Gonna Get You Killed

Chapter Two: You and Me, Always Forever.

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Series Summery: A life long crush on the boy next door leaves you with unrequited love and regret. You wish you could take back the things that happened, to have him be yours. When you reconnect, is it far too late to fix what’s said and done?

Warnings: mentions of shitty parents, death of a sibling, brief mention of depression, mentions of war and pregnancy, Frank saying some things he shouldn't have, momentary lapse in judgement on reader’s part, alcohol and the consumption of, a few swear words, Billy being a little instigator and a tiny bit of flirting between reader and billy

Word Count: 4,627

Author’s Note: this is a little more insight of Frank and reader’s friendship and what pushes it to its breaking point + we get to introduced to my lover boy Billy :) and yes, I’m aware frank and billy met overseas but I needed an excuse for him to be here so go with it // I tried to follow the canon timeline as close as possible, it’s off a little but just go with it // see if you can spot the dialogue from the punisher :)

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You can still feel the sun beating against your skin through the black gown. Nervously tapping your foot on the dry grass as your heel sunk further into mud while you waited for your name to be called.

Finally it echoes through the giant speakers throughout the field, you walk into the stage, focusing on not tripping onto your face. A loud whistle came from the back of the sea of people.

You look out into the crowd, squinting to block the sun and pinpoint the sound.

He stood there with a smile on his face, whistling once more as you collected your diploma.

End of Senior Year - May

Your stomach fluttered as you walked the rest of the way across the stage.

You didn’t think he'd actually show up.

When you mentioned that your graduation was on Friday, it was more of a by the way mention so he'd know where you were rather than guessing.

Frank’s mother had invited you over for dinner the night before to celebrate seeing that she nor Frank’s father would be able to get off work to be there for you. It was fine, you weren't expecting them to come but you were grateful that she had thought to make dinner to celebrate your success.

Your own parents hadn’t shown up.

Your father had work and if he missed it, who’d keep the house afloat ? Your mother had fallen into a depression after your brother passed and it had been over 5 years. You still loved Micheal, you mourned and missed him everyday, especially on days like today but how was it fair to you that you lost your parents because they lost their son.

They clung onto the thought of Micheal more than they did to you and you were alive.

You expected to walk across the stage in deafening silence but Frank; Frank always shows up.

He had really stepped up since you met him. Most mornings he drove you to school, at least for the rest of his senior year. After he graduated, he got a job and left earlier so you didn't see him much.

It took 20 minutes for them to get through the rest of the students before everyone tossed their caps like a typical high school grad scene and you made your way through the sea of happy kids and teary parents to find Frank.

You had lost your heels when you walked off the stage so they were already in your hands when you spotted Frank. He smiles, his arms open as you start running towards him.

Frank wrapped his arms around you when you collided into him, hoisting you up and spinning you around. He finally put you back down after a good squeeze, your arms over his shoulders as you stood on your tiptoes to be somewhat eye level with him.

“I’m so proud of you.” his hand cups your cheek. You can feel the blush creeping up your cheek as you look away.

Frank leans down and kisses your forehead gently, “you did good. He’d be proud of you,” Frank slung an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you against his side.

You look over at him, brows furrowed. “Micheal.” he says, “Micheal would be proud of you.” he holds you close as the two of you make your way to the parking lot.

Frank opens the door for you, letting you settle into the seat before shutting the door and making his way around to his side of the car. “Pancakes to celebrate ? Then to Central Park ?”

You shift in the seat to look at the man beside you, your brows furrowed with your head tilted to the side. “I thought you had work?”

“I’d never miss my girl’s graduation for work.” he smiles, hand resting your exposed knee, the dress you had on had shifted upward when you sat. You hoped you could play off the blush on your cheeks from the heat. “Okay, pancakes and then the beach, park’s got too many kids.”

“Scared I’m gonna lose you in the crowd of short people ?” he jokes, you give his arm a shove. “Shut up!” you laughed as he pulled out of the busy parking lot.

The day was hot, the kind of heat that suffocated you and that was the way you liked it. Your hair pulled back over your shoulders, thighs sticking to the leather seats of Frank’s car as he sped down the street with all the windows rolled down.

This was a core memory.

Frank made your days a lot better, even if he hadn't realized that.

The man driving glanced over at the girl in the passenger seat; the way your arms folded on the edge of the window, cheek leant to your arm as you watched the passing buildings. The wind blowing through the car, messing your hair up but you didn’t have a care in the world; this was the happiest he'd seen you in a long time.

It broke his heart to know he’d ruin your happiness but he couldn’t hide this from you - he hid it as long as he could.

Frank followed you into the diner, sliding into the opposite side of the booth. “I enlisted.” he blurts out, causing you to look up from the menu.

Your brows raise, waiting for him to go on. “I've done my training. Basic is done next week but if I’m right, I'm getting deployed by the end of the month.” Frank rambles out in one breath, looking at you for a reaction.

Before you could answer, Joan comes over to take your orders.

“Um, lemonade and grilled cheese.” you give her a small smile. “No pancakes today, sweets?” she teases with a smile but you shook your head. “Too sweet for my liking right now.”

Joan turns her attention to Frank, waiting for his order. “Just water for now, thanks.”

Frank was much too worried about your reaction to eat anything- he might actually be sick if he did. She steps away and Frank’s eyes are back on you. “Say something, please.” he whispers, his hand resting atop yours.

“Please.” he begs, hand squeezing yours. “Say something.”

Your eyes focus on Frank - this would be the last time you see him like this.

Eyes full of innocence, untouched by the harm of the world - oblivious to the fact that war rips you apart and breaks you down until you’re no longer you.

This would be the last moments you spent with your best friend. He'd leave as Frank but come back a hollow shell of himself. No matter what you say or think, things would never be the same after this.

Barely a whisper, had he not been focused, he’d miss it - “how could you?”

Frank’s heart dropped to his stomach at the look on your face. You wanted to say more, to yell or throw something at him but you were paralyzed with fear.

You’ve lost Frank.

He was gone the moment he enlisted - Sure, he was physically here but that counted for nothing if he was leaving you.

“You know what happened to Micheal.” your eyes glued to his face, he felt like he'd throw up any moment. “And you still enlisted ?”

“I’m not destined to be a lawyer or some doctor, sweetheart. I’m just a dumbass kid that gets kicked out of school for fighting and I can’t keep a job for more than a month ‘cause of that shit. I had to do something with my life.”

“You could have done anything else, Frank. Who says you aren't destined for greatness?”

Frank lets out an exasperated sigh. “Tell me what else I could have fucking done, y/n. Need I remind you I’m not the one that got in Colombia.” his voice raises a bit more than he expected.

The fairly busy diner fell silent. Joan, who was at the table, glanced between you and Frank before setting the plate down and walking away.

“Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” you spat, the harsh words bubbling over. You were beyond pissed. He had always promised to be there for you and now what? He’d just up and leave ?

The two of you sit in silence, Frank watches as you twirl the straw in your glass. His eyes focused on your hand because he couldn’t bear to look at you and see the sadness written across your face.

You were holding back tears, knowing if you so much as glance at him, you’d break down.

Frank’s thumb brushes over the soft skin of your hand, finally getting the courage to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s done is done.” you hum, not looking at him.

“Y/n, please. I couldn’t stay here forever. What was I supposed to do? Live in my parents house and hope that I find a job that I can keep, maybe get married and have some kids? That shit ain’t in the cards for me.”

“Who says it isn't ? You’re always so negative, Frank.”

“Really ? You had the perfect life, loving parents and a brother who loved you so much and where are they now? Your mom doesn’t leave her room, your dad barely talks to you and your brother is fucking dead - that fairytale shit you’re talking about doesn’t exist.”

Your eyes finally met his.

The tears flooding your eyes fell, the mascara running as they did. The harshness of his words hitting you like a freight train, you hadn't chosen for things to be this way but he made it seem like you did and you couldn't hate him more for that.

You didn’t have the words to express the hatred you felt for him at this moment so you slid out of the booth, your unbuckled heels clicking on the tile floors as you walked out of the diner.

Frank sat there, watching from the window as you pulled the heels off your feet and walked further from the diner.

Not once did you look back to see if he was following you.

He really fucked it up this time.

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The Summer Before College - June

Frank stood at the front door, a bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers in his hand.

He had been stationed a few states over and he was eligible for a few days of leave before his deployment so he decided to take it and be home for his mother's birthday.

He needed to make up with you.

So much had happened in the last month and life didn’t feel right without you by his side.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the door and the feeling of rejection and nausea flooded his body. You had opened the door quicker than he could settle his nerves. The two of you standing there, the tension rising by the second.

“Frank.” your eyes meet his brown ones, he smiles at the sight of you.

You had on his favourite dress - yellow with sunflowers embroidered into the skirt at the bottom. It was actually a birthday gift from his mother the year you met him.

He didn’t even know you still had it, let alone wore it.

“Y/n.” The sound of your name on his lips was a foreign but welcomed one, as if you were a long lost love he was meeting for the first time in years. His heart was beating out of his chest at that point.

He extended the flowers towards you, “for you.”

The yellow of the flowers seemed dull in comparison to the smile on your face when you leant down to smell them.

“Thanks. Thought you were stationed.. somewhere. Can't remember what your mom said.” you lie, setting the flowers on the table by the front door before stepping out and shutting the door behind you. You knew exactly where he was stationed, you knew every detail about his life in the past month.

You knew all about where he was stationed, who his commanding officer was, how long until he’d be deployed and most importantly, who the woman he had been seeing was.

His mother filled in all the details without even realizing.

Shortly after the day in the diner, you had seen Frank through the window of the restaurant, sitting across from a brunette, smiles on both of their faces. It wasn't until a few weeks later that Frank’s mom had mentioned her, telling you all about Frank’s new girlfriend.

You stepped past Frank to sit on the front steps, smoothing the fabric of the skirt over your thighs before patting the concrete beside you.

He sits, glancing at you. It’s quite sometime before either of you says anything.

“I met someone.” he hums, you look over at him. “Yeah? Who’s the lucky guy?” you joke, earning you a small smile.

“Her name’s Maria. She’s great, really.”

“Good, I’m glad you’re happy.” you smile at him, looking back out at the busy street.

You had so many questions, you wanted to know all the details but you didn’t want to overstep. You feel like if you say the wrong thing, he’s gonna lose his mind again.

“Cat’s got your tongue ? Nothing to ask?” he nudged you with his shoulder. You shrug, “not really my business, is it?”

“Oh c’mon, you’re always in my business. Ask what you want.” Frank looks over at you - god, he wanted to tell you everything, he missed talking to you.

You budge, turning on the steps to face him. Your legs folded criss crossed with the skirt spread across them. The yellow catches his eye, glancing down at the flowers on the dress before looking back up at you.

“How’d you meet?”

“I was in the park, trying to learn this new song on my guitar and I'm singing out loud like an asshole over and over again. I looked up and there was she, smiling at me - man, I was done for.” he chuckles.

“She turns to me and asks, ‘Hey buddy, you know anything else ‘cause we're sick of hearing you butcher this one.’ I go red and all her friends are laughing but I tell her I don’t do requests and if she wanted one, it'd cost her.”

“Very smooth,” you mumble, picking at the nail polish on your fingernail. “Yeah, thank you. I thought so too.”

“So how long have you two been seeing each other ?”

“A few weeks, a little over a month actually. I mean, it's not super serious but I like her.” he tells you, the smile on his face telling you that he more than likes her - Frank genuinely had feelings for this girl.

You were happy for him, truly, but a part of you was jealous.

You always thought it'd be you and him, forever and always, ‘till the end of time.

But life rarely works out the way you expect it too.

Frank’s arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Your arm was tossed over his lap as you shifted to get comfortable, your head resting against his collarbone.

It felt good to be back in his arms.

Don't get too comfortable. The voice in your head screams at you, that spot wasn't yours.

“Maybe you’d like to meet her?” he looks down at you, your gaze meets his halfway.

This was too much - from the words he said to you only a month ago and now you being back in his arms.

You can’t do this.

You sat up, shifting so there’s a space between the two of you. Frank’s brows furrow, eyes flicker between you and the newly created space. “You don’t have to meet her, I just- I thought maybe you’d like too but it's okay.”

“Maybe some other time.” you hum, getting up. You brush the dust off the back of your dress. “It was nice to see you, Frank.”

“You too, doll.”

You force yourself to make your way down the steps, you had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there.

It’s clear that things were changing.

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End of August

The week before Frank’s official deployment, he comes home once more to say his final goodbyes for the time being. His parents decided it would be nice to throw a little good-bye party for both their son and for the end of summer.

You were walking across the street with a bag slung on your shoulder and case of beer in your arms, which was surprisingly a lot heavier than it was when you bought it at the store.

A tall man sitting on the Castle’s front porch noticed your struggle, he set his beer down before jogging down the steps to take the case of beer from you.

“Oh, you don’t-” “Can’t let a pretty lady like you struggle while I sit on my ass.” he says, flashing you a smile as he bumps the back gate open with his hip, waiting for you to step through first.

Your stomach flutters at the stranger’s comment, you could feel his eyes on you as you walked further into the yard, he followed behind you.

“You can set that down anywhere.” You mention, walking towards the house. He nods, eyes still on you until you disappear into the house. Frank’s mom was putting something onto a tray when she saw you.

“Y/n, sweetheart!” she beamed, coming over to hug you. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” “Been busy, Frankie isn't here right now. He stepped out to pick up Maria.” she tells you, turning her attention back to whatever she had on the tray.

“Do you need any help?”

“No no, go enjoy yourself.” she shoos you from the kitchen. As you step out, the warmth of the afternoon sun beating down on your skin makes you smile before finding a chair in the corner of the yard to plop down in.

Your head leant back over the edge of it, eyes closed as you basked in the sun when something blocked the light causing you to open your eyes.

The man from before stood in front of you, two beers in his hand but one extended towards you. “Beer?” he smiles, handing you the bottle beside sitting in the chair next to you.

You look at him, taking in his features for a moment - fair skin, slightly tanned from the summer sun, slicked back brown hair peeking out from under the baseball cap on his head, his eyes the deepest shade of brown you’d ever seen.

“I’m Billy, I didn’t catch your name earlier.” he hums, you smile. “That’s because I didn’t say. It’s y/n and thank you for your help.” you lean your bottle towards him and he knocks his against it lightly before taking a sip.

“I can’t say I’ve seen you with Frank before, how’d you two know each other?” you take a sip of your beer.

“We’re heading out together. Met him in training and Frank offered to take me in for this week seeing that I ain’t got anywhere better to be.”

“No family ?” you hum casually, staring off into the yard. The reality of your words kicking in and you whip your head to face Billy so quick, you might have given yourself whiplash.

“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask you your business.” you ramble out and hide your blush behind another sip of beer. Billy chuckles and shakes his head, “no worries, but yeah, I grew up in the system.” he takes another sip.

“What about you? How'd you know Frank?”

Do you give the random man you just met the whole story or the simplified version?

“I live across the street.” - simplified version it is.

“The man of the night!” you hear Frank’s father yell at the other end of the yard. You look in the direction of the shout to see Frank walking into the yard with his arm over Maria’s shoulder.

You can’t help but think how her dress is a little on the snug side which seemed odd for such a hot day. You pushed the thought out of your mind when Billy stood, his hand extended towards you. Resting your hand in his, Billy pulls you up and slings his arm over your shoulder, mirroring the position Maria and Frank are in as you two walk towards them.

“Hey man,” Billy smiles at his friend, Frank nods at him before glancing at you. You were tucked under Billy’s arm, against his side when you see Frank pull Maria a little closer to him.

“Hey,” Frank’s eyes flicker between the two of you before looking at Maria. “This is Maria.” he introduces the brunette to the two of you.

“Hi!” she smiles, leaning further into Frank and subconsciously, you find yourself doing the same thing to Billy. “It’s nice to meet you guys.” she says cheerfully.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Billy seems to notice how your body tenses up at the sound of her voice and he chuckles to himself before his hand rubs your side softly, drifting down towards your waist to rest there.

“I’m Billy, this is y/n.” you give her a small wave when Billy introduces you.

“You must be Billy’s girlfriend,” Maria’s eyes flicker between the two of you. You and Billy exchange a look before laughing, shaking your heads. “No, we’ve only just met. What makes you think that?” you ask her, brows furrowed as you feel Billy’s hand drift lower to your hip.

“The matching.” she states, nodding towards your green sundress and Billy’s green t-shirt. “Pure coincidence.” Billy hums, smiling at the pair in front of him.

Frank had been quiet the whole time, watching the exchange between the 3 of you. He hated seeing Billy’s hands on you.

You were his.

Well, you weren't but you were his friend and he didn’t like that.

Billy had a bit of a reputation - he tended to float from bed to bed, pleasing all the ladies as he went and Frank would hate for you to just be another one of those meaningless hookups for Billy to add to the books.

“Why don’t you get a drink ?” Frank asks Maria, glancing towards Billy. “Bill, help her, would you? I need y/n for a few minutes.” Frank unwrapped himself from her, his hand grabbing your wrist and practically pulling you away from Billy.

“Frank, what the hell?” you ask as he pulls you into the house and up the stairs towards his bedroom. “What’s going on?” you ask him, sitting on the edge of his bed as he shuts the door.

Frank tumbles through the drawer of his dresser and pulls out a little box before joining you on the bed. He hands it to you, eyes on you as you push the lid to the velvet box open.

In said box, sat a ring - a gold band with an emerald cut diamond in the centre.

“This is your mom’s engagement ring.” you say, looking up at him. Frank nods, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“It's for Maria.”

Your blood runs cold, heart dropping to your stomach.

His mother's words playing over in your head - “I see the way he looks at you, sweetheart. Frankie might not see it but I do, he likes you.”

That ring was supposed to be yours, she told you as much - “It was his grandmother’s ring before it went to his mom and now to me - next, to you.”

“You’re gonna propose ?” the question obviously answered by his previous statement. “She's pregnant, y/n.” Frank smiles.

“Frank,” you inhale, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. “Are you sure this is what you want to do? You’re both so young, you can raise the baby without getting married.”

“I just wanna do right by her.” he tells you, taking the box back from you and shutting it. “I don't know if she’ll say yes but I've gotta ask, right ?” You’re so paralyzed by all of the sudden factors that you just nod.

What happened to the guy that told you all the fairytale shit you thought was bullshit? That marriage and kids aren't in the cards for him?

“My parents don’t know she's pregnant nor does Billy and I'd like to keep it that way ‘till after I asked. Think you can keep it a secret ?” he looks over at you and you nod.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” “She’d be crazy not to. It's a Castle tradition.” you smile, remembering the story of the ring. Frank nods, resting his hand atop yours.

“You're the best, y/n. I really am lucky to have a friend like you.” His words hit you like a ton of bricks, one word specifically - friend.

Because that’s all you’ll ever be to him, a friend.

You just smile at the man beside you, watching as he gets up and shoves the box into his shirt pocket. Frank’s hands cup your cheeks for what you assume would be the last time as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you.” he whispers.

“What for?”

“For showing me that I was worthy of love.”

You blink away tears as Frank lets go and steps out of the room, leaving you there. You let out a sigh, falling back onto his bed.

At some point, you get up and run a hand over your face, fixing your hair and dress before jogging down the stairs and into the yard just in time to see Frank tapping Maria on the shoulder.

Frank got down on one knee, pulling the box out of his pocket and opening it. Maria’s eyes go wide, her hand over her mouth as Frank says something to her that no one but the two of them could hear.

Moments later, she's nodding and her face covered in tears when he gets up and slides the ring onto her finger. Frank leans down and kisses her, the backyard full of people begin to cheer but you weren't.

You can feel eyes on you and now there’s someone close to you. The smell of cologne and beer coming from behind you - Billy.

“Green ain’t a good colour on you, darlin’” he hums, making you roll your eyes.

“I thought I looked pretty good in this dress.” your rebuttal making him laugh.

“You know that’s not what I meant, but you're right, you do look good.” his hand’s on your hip as he shifts you to the side so he could step out of the house.

The rest of the evening goes by quickly, people congratulating the happy couple and having a good time.

It wasn't until a bit past midnight that the yard starts to clear out and before you realize it, it's you, Billy, Frank and Maria in the yard.

The only noise coming from the makeshift fire pit in the middle of the chairs, the orange hue covering everyone. Billy’s arm rested over the back of your chair while Maria snuggled further into Frank’s side, his hand coming around her to rest on her belly.

Billy follows your gaze, watching as you watch them before you take a sip of whatever was in your cup and judging by the wince on your face; it was straight liquor.

He leans and gently takes the cup from you, setting it down on the ground before leaning back towards you.

“Green isn't your colour.”

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fueledbyapplepi · 3 years

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Just Say "YES" | Mitsuya and Hakkai

- Mitsuya and Hakkai as your suitor.

Part 1 | Part 2

warnings: minor manga spoilers, didn't proofread so expect some grammatical errors

genre: 🌸fluff🌸

a/n: Not really sure if I should make this into a mini series or what but I'm honestly having fun <3 Also, this took longer than I expected but oh well...

Takashi Mitsuya

As the eldest son and big brother that he is, Mitsuya has quite the responsibility at their home. With the house chores that he has to do and his sisters that he always has to keep his eye on, along with the responsibility of being the 2nd Division Captain of Toman, being involved in a romantic relationship was his least priority.

With that being said, he never really imagined having one with you. Mitsuya only met you by accident, with Luna suddenly being gone at his field of vision at the park, panic suddenly filled his heart. What if Luna was kidnapped? What if another gang decided to use his sister against him?

All his worries though were suddenly washed away when he saw you carrying Luna with a bunch of candies on her hands. He was surprised that his little sister decided to run into a stranger who has a lot of sweets. And not just an ordinary stranger- a gorgeous one at that.

After that incident, you would often come by at their house to play with Luna and Mana. According to them, it was fun playing with you because "finally, a girl and not just their big bro" is playing with them.

Whenever you come by, Mitsuya will always make sure to prepare your favorite meals or snacks, which he had learned throughout your visits. Surprisingly, he was a good cook. One that you're sure that you miss whenever you're at home.

During his free time away from Toman, Mitsuya would always hang around with you at his home. Whilst you play with his sisters, he would sometimes find himself staring at you for a long time. He honestly could get used to this, and just thinks that it would be perfect if you would be a part of their family.

At that moment, Mitsuya had another goal- to make you his, and a part of their family.

To win your heart, he would be busy in his room designing and sewing clothes that he thinks will look good at you. Often he would invite you to "model" them for his "school project", but in reality, he just wants to see you in the clothes he made. It makes his heart throb every time he sees you with his newly-designed clothes. You're just beautiful inside and out, a perfect model suited just for him.

He'll also make sure that you're NEVER alone. Going home from school? Expect him to be waiting by the gate with his bike. Need a company when you study? He'll definitely study with you and offer his help when you're struggling. Want to go to the new café? Expect Mitsuya to know that already. He already knows how you feel just by looking at you.

Mitsuya is a very considerate man. He won't force you to be in a relationship immediately with him. He knows that you'll need the time, and he respects that.

Eventually, when he thinks it's the right time to ask you, he'll make more effort towards it.

As the designer that he is, Mitsuya decided to make a necklace for you. Accessories might not be his forte, but if it means that you'll be his, he'll do it.

So when you opened the small box handed to you on one date night, you were surprised at how intricate and detailed it was.

"Mitsuya-san, don't tell me you made this?" you said while your mouth agape at the beautiful necklace.

"I did. And I made it just for tonight. Y/N, you're honestly amazing and... I just really like you. You fit into me and to my family so well. Can you be my s/o?"

Your eyes started to brim with tears. You never imagined that someone asking you out will turn out something really special.

You nodded and kissed him.

Hakkai Shiba

He honestly didn't think of himself as someone worthy of a relationship. He wasn't able to protect Yuzuha before, how can he expect someone to cling to him and love him for the way he is.

Not until he met you.

You were one of Yuzuha's friends that she often talks about. She would always talk about how you always manage to lend an ear whenever she needs to rant and how "honest and caring, and just beautiful" you are.

Yuzuha was right. When Hakkai first met you, he immediately found you to be caring. As the shy person that he is, he finds it hard to talk to you. But you were just so kind and nice that you will initiate a conversation with him just so he doesn't feel out of place. Time by time, he would open up to you and talk even if it's just small talk. He will always manage to speak a few words with you. And it's not because you're difficult to talk to, he's just nervous whenever you're around.

You would often come by at their home to hang out with him and Yuzuha. Hakkai would always feel like his heart's about to explode whenever you're near him. The fact that you're inches away from him during movie night is enough to make him go insane.

This didn't go unnoticed by his sister. Yuzuha knew immediately that she has to give Hakkai a push for this relationship to bloom.

And because of his sister's encouragement, Hakkai had enough confidence to court you. He realized that your relationship with him can never go further if he doesn't act upon it.

Although he was still as nervous as he was before, Hakkai managed to ask you out on little dates and with every date, he always brings something. Be it a teddy bear, flowers, or any of your favorite food. Although you insisted that it wasn't necessary, he still brings you little gifts.

Hakkai also compliments you every time you see each other. Still shy about it, he will always tell you how good you looked even though he's looking in the opposite direction. He just can't stare at you and compliment you at the same time, it just feels like he will melt away.

Sometimes, when a little amount of confidence slips in him, he would grab your hand. With his face all red, he just holds your hand and tells you that he just wants to feel how "soft" your hands are.

He may not be verbal with his actual feelings towards you, but you know deep within that this man likes you. The amount of time he spends with you was enough to tell you how strong his feelings are for you.

So when the time comes when he feels like his feelings will overflow and that he can't take it anymore, he will ask you to be his s/o.

You were surprised when one afternoon, Yuzuha called you into their house because there was an "emergency".

You were rushing and trying your best to sprint at their home. And though you felt like your lungs were about to give out, you managed to arrive.

"Yuzuha, whats the ma-"

Now, this is not an emergency. With flowers and balloons around, you find yourself extremely surprised. And to find Hakkai standing in the middle, holding a bouquet of roses that were as red as him.

"Y/N-CHAN I REALLY LIKE YOU SO MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME. CAN YOU BE MY S/O? PLEASE." Hakkai said at a fast pace, with anxiousness painted all over his face.

You smiled. What did you even do to deserve an angel like him?

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tootiredmotel · 3 years

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For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!

read on ao3 or below (1.5k words)

Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.

He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.

As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:

"I'm sick."

He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.

"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."

Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"

"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"

Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.

His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.

When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.

Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.

"Thank you."

"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"

It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.

A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."

And that actually made Castiel chuckle.

Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."

Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.

"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."

Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.

"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.

Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.

The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.

The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.

The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.

Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.

Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.

And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.

Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.

"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.

"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."

"Too bad. That was my next date idea."

Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.

"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.

"Me? No."

Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-

"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."

Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"

"Oh no, that one was me."

And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.

"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.

"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."

Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."

"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.

"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."

"Such as?"

"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."

"Well, for me that would be documentaries."

"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"

"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."

"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."

He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.

"Roadhouse."

Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.

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teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that.

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu

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Just For Kicks

Kix needs more love tbh so here’s a Kix oneshot ;)

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Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: about 4.1k (GAH I didn’t mean for it to be this long oops)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, cumshot, aftercare, lil but of fluff

Summary: You frequent 79′s, and you usually turn away advances from the clones. Kix tries his luck, and you indulge him. He excuses himself to the ‘fresher, and when he comes back, things take a happy turn.

***

A night at 79′s was always the same. There were soldiers dancing with twi’leks to the steady thumping of the blaring music; the vibrations of the bass hummed deep in your chest. There were always rounds of Sabacc being played in the corner, and arm wrestling matches to showcase who was stronger (even though they’re all clones of the same man?). You always sat at the bar when you came alone, enjoying shots of your favorite whiskey. You weren't one for those neon fruity drinks that your friends always ordered.

You tilted your head back to down your first shot, then not-so-gently set the glass on the counter. The droid manning the bar swiftly exchanged your empty glass for another full one. You were a regular, and these bar droids might as well have had your usual drink of choice ingrained in their programming.

“Her next shot is on me.” A familiar voice, one that you’ve heard hundreds of times, came from your right. Downing yet another shot of your favorite golden liquid, you set the empty glass on the counter and signaled the bar droid for another. You’ve deflected advances from the clones quite a few times tonight already, but hey, what was one more? It never really annoyed you - getting hit on by these attractive soldiers - because you were the one who frequented their go-to hangout spot. It was expected, quite honestly. You pretty much ignored them - especially if they started off with a cliché pick-up line.

Realizing he was still in proximity even though you hadn’t looked over at him yet, you sighed, and decided to indulge him a little - you weren't one to turn down a free shot. What you didn't expect to find was him. Sure, his face was literally exactly like the hundred or so others that were crammed in 79′s, but there was something about him that caught you off guard. He had a genuine, sweet smile on his face that went straight to his eyes.

You let your eyes scan his face. His head was shaved, but into zig zags that went off in different directions, resembling lighting bolts. The neon lights hit the left side of his head just right to where you could make out a phrase tattooed on his temple, extending a little further horizontally into the side of his head.

“A good droid is a dead one, huh? Clever.” He was leaned on the bar on one elbow, his sincere smile grew and his eyebrows raised, almost like your response was one he was not expecting.

“You like that? Yeah... got it when I was just a shiny. Felt appropriate at the time.” He broke his leaning stance to pull out the barstool and sat down facing you. You downed the shot and let out an amused snort from your nostrils, keeping your eyes on his as you tried to get a reading on him. The soldier lifted his hand up to signal the droid while his eyes remained focused on yours. Out of your peripherals you saw the bar droid set two more shots down on the counter in front of your person. You glanced over and the two glasses of golden liquid, grabbed one, and handed it to him. He hesitated for a moment with a raised brow, but you nodded to him to take it. He obliged, and you grabbed the second shot for yourself. You looked down at the liquid.

“Y’know, I’ve already turned down a few of your brothers tonight,” you said with a teasing tone, still looking down at the whiskey, swirling the shot around in the glass.

“Oh yeah? What makes me so lucky then?” It had to be the sparkle he had in his eyes. It was unlike any of his twins. You finally looked back up at him, and lifted your glass.

“I’m not sure.” You lied, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him. He copied your movement, raising up his glass. “Cheers.” Your glasses clinked, followed by the simultaneous downing of the warm liquid.

You crinkled your nose as it trickled down your throat. “Thanks for the shot - uh, what’s your name, soldier?” You felt a tad bit guilty - he bought you a drink and you hadn’t even asked for him name before guzzling it down.

“They call me Kix.” Short, simple, and to the point - better than some of these other troopers’ names. One time, you were hit on by a soldier whose name you swore had like five syllables in it. Couldn’t remember it if your life depended on it.

“Just for kicks, huh?” You poked at him. Kix’s hand flew behind his head, a sheepish smile crept on his lips.

“Ha... somethin’ like that.” You grinned, and countered with your own name.

Kix got the attention of the bar droid and ordered a drink you’d never heard of. When it was set down on the counter, you were glad to see it wasn't those neon fruity drinks you despised. You had never heard of that liquor before, but the color of it looked enticing. Kix seemed to have gotten a whiff of your curiosity, and ordered another one for yourself. Before you could tell him not to worry about it, a glass filled to the rim with identical dark liquid was set in front of you. You smiled and thanked him. Bringing the very full glass up to your lips, you took a nervous sip but was presently surprised by the taste. It didn’t burn as much as the whiskey, which could prove to be very dangerous if too much was consumed.

You both sat in silence for a couple minutes, sipping your identical beverages, enjoying each others company. You eventually let your eyes wander to scan his whole figure; his armor was painted with that shade of blue you’ve seen on other troopers who’ve hit on you in the past - the same ones that sat in a booth behind him in the corner. You noticed a couple times that they were all looking in your direction, so you assumed Kix was with them and they were only checking to see how their brother was doing. You continued to scan his armor, trying not to be too obvious. You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but he sported a familiar red insignia that was painted on his left pauldron.

"So you're a medic, huh? Must be a rough job.” He looked up from his drink with a half smile, nodding with confirmation, followed by a sigh.

“Actually, it must not be too rough of a gig if you have time to maintain all that,” you chuckled, your hands waving over your head, gesturing to the patterns shaved on his own.

“It’s not too much maintenance.” He laughed, “I have my brothers’ help.” You nodded with understanding with the grin still plastered on your face.

“You talkin’ about them over there?” You tilted your head in the direction behind Kix; he turned around and caught the eyes of his brothers in the booth behind him. You jokingly waved at them, one of them with a dark goatee waved right back with a big smile on his face. Before Kix could ask, “I noticed they kept looking over here, and you all have the same shade of blue painted on your armor. Took an educated guess.”

Kix began to tell you a few short stories of things that happened while in the field. You sat back and listened, the alcohol warming your ears. Some of the events he reminisced on were happy, successful missions - he also told you of a few close calls and how he had to hold his brothers as the light left their eyes, because there was nothing more he could do for them. He eventually apologized for talking only about him, but you waved it off; you were genuinely interested in his war stories. You were too busy shutting down other soldiers’ advances towards you that you never really heard of what they go through. Tomorrow isn’t promised for these soldiers.

He downed the last of his drink, and excused himself to the ‘fresher, promising to be right back. “Don’t go anywhere.” He teased. You watched him walk away; he purposefully took the route that was further away from booth were his lads sat and drank. At this point, you were totally drawn to him - there was definitely no threat of you going anywhere. The way he carried himself, that sparkle in his eyes, his sense of humor, the way he was so much more genuine than any of the other clones that came your way...

***

You absolutely were not expecting your night at 79′s to go in the direction that it did.

You invited Kix back to your apartment - you never thought you’d be bringing a clone back to your place, but crazier things have happened.

At 79′s, while he was in the ‘fresher, you decided what you wanted. When he sat back down, you told him just that. His reaction was sweet, “I’d like that very much.”

So, here you both are, making out by your front door, having just closed it behind you. You acted first, throwing yourself at him as soon as you locked the door. He in no way minded, but he eventually took control and slammed you against the front door and let his hands trail all over you. You wished you could do the same, but he was still covered in all that damn plastoid.

“Kix? Do you think you can take all this off?” Knocking on his armored chest like it was a door, you broke from his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him, hot breaths mingling with one another. He quickly obliged, and shed the plastoid pieces in no time, tossing them haphazardly to the left.

Your mouths met again. Kix started licking along your bottom lip, requesting access inside your hot mouth. You gladly let him in, your breaths turned into quiet moans quicker than you could stop them. He tasted like your favorite whiskey; the taste somehow adding to your arousal and made you wetter than you were before. You had first felt the arousal flood to your lower half in the cab ride on the way to your place, when Kix’s gloved hand gently grazed along your thigh. The dress you were wearing had ridden up when you slid into the seat, but you didn’t bother fixing it. He wasn’t even looking at you; he was looking out the cab’s dusty window at all the nightlife Coruscant had to offer as the cab whisked along. His fingers tickled along your exposed skin, dancing over the goosebumps that had formed. Him not looking at you while he teased you sent warmth all throughout your body - a different warmth than what you were already feeling from the whiskey and whatever drink he was drinking.

Eventually you both had moved from leaning against the front door and clumsily meandered over to the sofa. You pushed him down to sit on the sofa and stood over him; noting how dark his eyes had gotten, taking over the sparkle that had drawn you to him in the first place. His dark cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen. He was quite the sight. He was so... pretty.

“What are you lookin’ at?” He raised a quizzical brow and flashed a cheesy grin; you realized you were just standing there staring at him silently. Just as you felt a blush come on your face, his hands shot up to grab at your hips, pulling you down on top of him. You were never really were a graceful person, so you sort of tripped on nothing as he pulled you towards him. That earned a laugh from him, but it was a sincere one - he wasn't making fun of you, that much you knew.

You were straddled on his lap at this point, knees pressed into the sofa on either side of him. The kisses you shared were tender... not at all how your other hookups kissed you. His palms - now bare - rested on your lower back as he applied a small amount of pressure, effectively pushing you closer into him. Your hands rested on his pauldron-less shoulders.

You were comfortable with him, and you had only just met him a couple hours ago.

And though you were enjoying his tender kisses and warm hands resting still on your back, you were hungry for more. Taking matters in your own hands to speed things up, you broke away from his mouth and lifted off him slightly to slide your dress up and over your head, tossing it off to the side out of sight. You nestled back down on top of him when you finally realized how hard he was underneath his skin-tight under-armor pants. You gave your hips an experimental wiggle across his clothed member, his head tilted back with shut eyes, and the deep moan he conjured up his chest set off fireworks in your gut.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to shed his clothing as well. His undershirt flew off in one swift motion and joined your dress somewhere across your tiny apartment. With a smirk, you leaned back a little to get access to the waistband of his pants. Kix lifted his hips and helped to slide his pants down, underwear coming off with them. His fully-erect cock sprang free, smacking gently against the happy trail below his naval.

“Fuck, Kix.” You gawked at him. “Are all you clones like this? I can’t believe I spent all that time shooing away your brothers when I could’ve had th-” You yelped as you were cut off when Kix jolted up, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, arms snug around his neck in fear of falling.

Kix laughed, walking you over to your bedroom. He sat you down at the foot of your bed. “Lay back.”

Butterflies flew around in your stomach because you could only imagine what was going to happen next. You lay back with your legs hanging off the foot of the bed, waiting anxiously for his next move.

“You know...” he started, his fingertips ghosting around the band of your underwear, “I have quite the extensive knowledge when it comes to the human body - being medically trained, and all.” He took his time sliding your underwear down; you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements. He was crouched down in between your dangling legs with a huge smirk on his face.

The butterflies flew away, and the fireworks returned. Your entire lower half was on fire.

You watched Kix closely as his lips ghosted along your inner thigh, starting at your knee and slowly making his way up to where you absolutely needed him most. His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, letting out a quiet chuckle as he nipped the thin skin of your inner thigh. His hands trailed up your thighs and then to your waist, blatantly going around your exposed heat.

His mouth went to your other thigh, kissing his way up, starting at your knee. “I know all the pressure points in the human body...” *kiss* “I know where all the sensitive spots are on a woman...” *kiss* He was finally getting to where you needed him. It was too much to keep yourself propped on your elbows, so you laid back down as he chuckled against your sensitive and flushed skin. His kisses were slow and agonizing, but he was making progress. He was going up and up, closer and closer -

“I know that I can get you to scream.” That was it. His hot breath was right there. You needed him now.

“Kix -” He cut you off for the second time tonight with his tongue, slowly licking a long stripe up your glistening lips to your clit. You yelped at the warm and wet muscle making contact at last, earning a low chuckle from the man who’s mouth was buried in your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your body.

“Holy f- fuck.” Your hand was gripping tightly at the sheets by your side, while you brought your other hand up to your mouth, shoving a knuckle inside in an attempt to muffle your moans. Kix kept up his brutal attack with his tongue, making out with your pussy the same way he made out with you on the couch - slow and passionate.

You were unable to control the way your back arched up off the sheets. Kix’s hands moved from your thighs to your hips, long and dark fingers splayed over your stomach, pinning you down to keep you flat against the bed. His grip was bruising and you were for sure going to have marks there in the morning - that thought alone created a deep moan in your chest the escaped out your mouth before you could muffle it.

It was coming - you felt it, and you were sure he could sense it, too. You were completely unable to suppress your moans now; both your hands were occupied with clinging to the sheets for dear life. Your entire body was on fire when it hit you like a speeder. Thighs shaking on either side of him, your orgasm hit hard. You clamped your eyes shut and let it come over you, the white light bright behind your eyelids. Kix didn’t stop. He lapped you up through the entire thing, now adding in a single digit as he pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud.

“Stars,” you managed to breathe out. It was impossible to come off from your high at this point as he added in a second digit, curing them up and hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“What did I tell you?” He sounded all too cocky, but he was right. This soldier - this medic - knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was wrecking you.

‘You taste so kriffin’ good and make the prettiest noises when you cum.” His tongue left your sensitive clit; his head left its place buried in your pussy so he could get a better look at your reactions. “I wanna see you...” He pumped his fingers faster, “Give me another.” The way his voice sounded sent you over the edge once again, your second orgasm hitting before you even came down all the way from your first. Your whimpers and groans were echoing in your small apartment, but you didn’t care.

He removed his fingers and lifted them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Fuck. You were trembling beneath him, watching him lick his fingers clean - that image alone made you moan.

He was standing now, his cock in hand, locking eyes with yours. Your body was tired - oversensitive and shaky - but you knew the night wasn’t over, and you did not mind in the slightest.

You watched him through hooded eyes, biting your lower lip as he stood at the edge of the bed slowly stroking himself. It almost looked like he was pondering what to do next - thinking about what exactly he wanted to do to you.

Seconds later, he grabbed your ankles and brought them back to meet the back on your thighs. You were nearly folded like a lawn chair when he met the edge of the bed as far as his legs could go, and teased your oversensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his cock. You let your head fall back and eyes close, waiting for him to push in, but he pauses. You yank your head back up and see him with his head tilted slightly to the side and a smile on his face.

“What is it?” You breathed out, wiggling your hips a little to the best of your ability, promoting him to proceed.

“Nothing. You’re just beautiful, that’s all.” You blushed and leaned your head back down to the bed. Not even a second later you were filled to the brim with one swift motion. Kix stilled again; this time when you shot your head back to look at him, his own was tilted back with his eyes clamped shut. Your heavy breaths were the only sound in the quiet room for the moment; he was letting you get adjusted to him while he relished in the way you felt around his cock.

Your ankles were still sat against the backs of your thighs; his hands came up to press into your shins as he slowly began to thrust.

Slow, gentle thrusts quickly turned to hard and deep ones, his grip on your shins transferred to bruising grips on your hips as he pounded you into the bed. The position he had you in gave his cock the ability to hit further inside you than you ever thought possible. You were a whimpering mess - completely at his mercy. Between grunts coming from Kix you were able to make out words like “tight” and “warm”. You couldn't focus on anything other than how he was pretty much splitting you open.

You didn’t think you could cum as many times as you already had, but your third orgasm came out of nowhere, white hot and burning in your gut. To add liquid tibanna to the fire, Kix worked your clit with expert fingers as he coaxed you to give him “just one more.”

Well, one more is what you gave him, because your fourth orgasm hit you just seconds after your third. You didn’t even know that was possible, yet here you were, completely wrecked by this soldier hammering in and out of you while working your oversensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers.

The squelching sounds coming from his cock moving in and out of your very well-lubricated cunt made your face burn. Kix was close; his thrusts were becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm while his grunts were getting louder as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him.

He quickly pulled out, working himself with a shaky hand as he shot out his release. His sticky cum spurted in warm ropes, splattering on your lower stomach and the apex of your thighs. You couldn't help but smile up at him as his finished - not minding the mess he made all over you - noticing that the signature sparkle in his eyes returned as worked the last of his release from his spent, softening cock. Kix flopped down on the bed next to you; you both panted in unison, trying to catch your breaths. He turned his head to you and you turned your head to him, watching him as his chest movements became slower, returning to the steady rise and fall of normal breathing. He let out a long sigh followed by a smirk, his arms folded above his head.

“Stars. That was... was - ”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. He nodded in agreement, raising his hand to wipe a bead of sweat of your brow. “Some medical training you had there, Kix.”

It felt like an hour went by as you both came down from your highs, laying in silence. You sat up, nearly forgetting you were coated in his sticky release. You looked over your shoulder at him with a sheepish smile. Kix instantly shot up and stepped into the ‘fresher, coming back with a damp towel, “Allow me.” What a gentleman. You blushed at the sweet gesture - which, to be totally honest, seemed silly since he had just spit you open and completely wrecked you.

After he had cleaned you up, you flopped back down on the bed, not putting the energy in to get dressed. Kix had his bottoms back on when he sat down on the bed next to you, his hand coming up to tuck loose hair behind your ears. You were completely lost in his kind eyes; you felt a ridiculous smile plastered on your face as you started into them.

“I’m a regular at 79′s y’know,” you informed him, your smile turning into a mischievous grin.

His one brow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like I know where to find you, beautiful.”

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kimageddon · 3 years

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Star Wars Fics

I was challenged by @ashotofspotchka . So I did it.

The Prompt

Made this a Tech x Reader fic. I got inspired. And became a bit longer that intended.

I heard y'like Tech?? @eyecandyeoz @fallenrepublick (tag a fan!)

The Wedding

Well this was a right mess to be in. How had you even gotten into this situation? Oh of course… Cid. As much as you admired her, she was a tricky one. If not for her you would have never been invited to her salon, nor would you have met the most frustrating band of men you’d encountered. And their adorable little sister of course.

Had you not taken that job with them a few months ago, you would not have gotten to know them so well. Not been put in so many ridiculous situations and nearly losing your head. You wouldn’t have that new scar across your thigh… and you wouldn’t have grown to like them so much.

Damn it. Your mentor always told you not to get too attached to people, one never knew when they would find each other on opposite sides of the field so to speak. Casual acquaintances were one thing. Friendship was not a good idea. Anything more was downright dangerous. You told yourself it was alright to have a little affection for them. That it was alright to laugh and make jokes, to share a meal with them, to make them smile. That was alright… wasn’t it?

You let out a sigh wishing the ceremony would soon be over. Not that it wasn’t lovely. Of course it was. The venue was beautifully decorated, from the flowers to the guests, everything was stunning. A perfect picture of romance and love and devotion.

You usually detested weddings. There was one incident when you were young and… well it spoiled the idea of them to you. Though this was… actually rather nice. The group, you included, were tasked with providing security for the wedding as a favour to one of Cid’s associates. It was one of the more ridiculous missions… though even you had to admit, you cleaned up alright in a silken dress and heels. It had been a while since you’d had to go undercover and this was… well it was rather fun.

The downside of course had been seeing the boys in their suits. It wasn’t good for your heart. If they looked a picture of badass intimidation in full armour, then the five of them in suits were just perfect.

Hunter even had his hair swept back, though it took you a second to recognise him without the bandana. Wrecker had been a little grumbly about feeling unprotected but was very pleased when you told him he was very handsome. Crosshair had rolled his eyes at first, but gotten very offended when you snatched his toothpick from his lips. Echo had a moment when he was finally dressed. You’d been tying his bowtie when he’d let out a little huff and gave a small smile, saying he “felt human again.” Your heart broke at these words because even with his brothers he still felt… lesser. You had been quick to assure him that he was more human than anyone you knew and that the prosthetics meant nothing on that. Seeing him puff up with pride again was worth nearly getting shot last week.

Even Omega had a pretty dress on and flats tied to her ankles with ribbons. You and she had picked a dress to match Hunter’s suit specifically, she looked up to her big brother so very much, you often thought he was more like a father really, but kept these thoughts to yourself for now.

The last one to join you was the one that affected you the most of course. Tech stepped out onto the landing platform looking like a million credits and like he should have a hot woman on each arm. Like he could make any woman swoon with just a wink.

Hot damn.

Of course he would not do such a thing, and was just looking around, observing the surroundings for possible points of attack, vulnerability and in general taking in the surroundings. As you were also meant be doing. Internally you swore and after drinking in his obliviously gorgeous self, you’d returned to praising the way Omega had pinned her hair without needing your help.

Tech had of course been one of the members of the self-proclaimed ‘Bad Batch’ that you had found the most interesting. He always knew at least five facts about the planet or target or mission that the others didn’t. Always reading, always observing. His eyes behind his goggles were never still. One could think him cold if they didn’t look close enough. But he had a deep passion for knowledge, for technology… its no wonder he had chosen such a name. Practical. To the point. You liked that about him. You like quite a bit about him as you recently discovered. The way he could fix anything. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about learning new things. The way he was so damn efficient at his job, he knew the Havoc Marauder inside and out. The little smile when the two of you shared an inside joke. Or the way he rolled his eyes whenever one of his brothers exasperated him. The way he was always right there to help Omega over large stones or down the stairs of the ship. He was so thoughtful like that, despite not really talking about it.

Actually no. No, you didn't like that. It was just positive observations. That’s all. He was a colleague… maybe a friend. Maybe. There was nothing more to it, you told yourself. There wasn’t anything meant in the little brushes of your fingers when you two passed items between each other. Or passed in the hold of the ship. Or when you were squashed together when hiding from Imps. He didn’t think like that. Right?

Currently, you were standing on one side of the large room, waiting for the bride to arrive. On one side were you, Hunter and Crosshair, standing alongside the pews. On the other, was Omega, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. You wished Tech was on your side of the room, then he wouldn’t be in your vision at least. Not that it meant anything! You were allowed to admire the handsome technician of course, but that's all it was. He certainly wasn’t looking back at you every minute or so either. You were probably imagining it. You had to keep your eyes out for any breaches in security. Any guests acting strange. Certainly not staring at the drop-dead gorgeous clone in glasses across from you.

“Feeling alright, Feisty?” Hunter asked in a low whisper. You smirked at the nickname, apparently you had made an impression on them in the first mission when the client had gotten too mouthy. “Your heart rate is higher than usual.” He added, and you could hear definite amusement in his tone.

You pursed your lips together, trying not to smile from embarrassment. “I’m fine Hunter.” You replied out of the corner of your mouth. Another sweep of the venue with your eyes-- oh kriff Tech was looking your way. Your eyes met for just a second before you tore them away. You heard Hunter chuckle.

“You sure?” He muttered, folding his arms,

“Shut up, Hunter.” You retorted with a soft huff. He chuckled again and you felt your face grow hot. By the nine moons of Endor you wanted to run. It was then the music began and you steeled yourself. The ceremony was beginning.

It was lovely, really. Very sweet, lovely and romantic. The Togruta and his Twi’lek bride seemed very in love if the look on the groom's face was to be believed. He practically lit up like a beacon on seeing her. You had the brief thought... would anyone do that for you? Before immediately pushing it away. Those sorts of thoughts were dangerous. You were sure that it was going to be boring… but you couldn’t help but get a little distracted when they began to say their vows.

“...my darling. There is so much I want to say to you. So much I have felt and left unsaid, I am sure you know just how I feel just by the way I look at you.”

Your eyes instinctively flicked to the otherside of the room. You glimpsed his eyes on you and was immediately caught in the depths of his soft brown eyes. The gentle and kind look you had seen many times, but thought nothing of. He was just kind, that’s who he was. In this moment though-- you were sure there was… a little more to it.

“...It was not easy to let myself open up… to bring myself to acknowledge my feelings but in one moment I knew they were endless and unrelenting. I love you from the depth of my soul and I never want to be apart from you…”

Oh hells… these vows were so saccharine sweet that normally you would be gagging… but these ones hit a little too close to home. You couldn’t stop your eyes from being tugged toward the suited clone trooper opposite you, no matter how you forced them away, to scan the room for danger, they were always drawn back to him. Always him.

“...When I met you you were just so wild. Such a firecracker…!”

There was a laugh across the room and you almost jumped, reminding yourself you were in a crowd. Though none of them paid attention to you. Only one.

“...It was like seeing the sun for the first time, with you in my world colours were brighter, food was sweeter, I found myself longing for times when we could be together, even in the small moments…”

You recalled the times Tech and yourself had been together, doing maintenance, repairs, listening to the music through the entertainment channels. The little laughs, the simple things.

“...not everything was easy, and there has been so much danger…”

You remembered your last serious injury, the piece of twisted metal sticking out of your leg while you hauled ass back to the ship, firing behind you to cover the boys. The way Tech’s eyes had become as big as moons when you finally collapsed, and they saw how bad the injury was.

“... but I always trusted you to get me through anything. I love you, my darling. With all my heart, and soul and with every beat of my heart and breath in my body. I will be yours even after all the stars in the galaxy burn out.”

You had been unable to tear your gaze from Tech’s for the last minute or so and you could feel your face burn. It was only when the vows were done and the bride and groom kissed, their hands wrapped together in a red ribbon and the other guests clapped in support that you snapped out of your little reverie. You joined, half-heartedly in the applause but you felt… strange. You really wanted this mission to be over. Or a drink. Yeah, a drink would be good.

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 04 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02 03

⇢ Word Count : 4.7k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Last night can’t get out of your mind. It’s not like you to do such a dumb thing. Kissing Jimin... you didn’t know what had gotten into you last night. The last thing you’d ever want to do is have someone go through the same thing you did with Jimin when he had cheated on you. Your mind raced all night thinking if that kiss, that one sole kiss, would make you the bad guy? Make this whole situation worse?

Wrong.

Both of you were vulnerable and just not the same. Of course you’re still tender to the subject of and about him, and forever will have have a soft spot for Jimin. You didn’t expect that to happen though.

‘‘ Yes.. Yes.. Okay.. I understand.”

You drone on for the millionth time today. Only 9 am and calls are making their way to you. You’ve been caught. Someone spotted you and Jimin last night walking to your apartment. Luckily the pictures were only garage scenes of you and him. Jimin’s head hanging low trailing a distance behind you while you hold your sore arm. Thankfully, by the looks of the new articles every damn hour, they think that you had hurt yourself and Jimin was supposedly there for you for comofort.

The fanpages are going to have a field day with that.

Your manager continues to lecture you about how this could start a scandal, how you should of been more careful, and finally that those words everyone has told you before. He wasn’t good to you, move on.

‘‘ Listen im just going to be with Ryan today and she’s bringing Jungkook. We are heading over to Ryan’s office to discuss things and what not.’‘ You sigh into the phone, wanting to hang up already.

Your manager on the other line is hesitant for you to go, but gives in once you say you’ll only be an hour in and out. That’s the only way you’ll get to go out today. Whenever small scandals like this brew up, the management company would make you stay low for the next three days.

You both say your goodbyes and then hang up. Finally. Somewhere in the room Clara lets out one of her tiny meows making you smile to yourself. The day planned ahead is way more exciting than you worrying to yourself

‘‘ Baby please. I have to go’‘

Isabel smirks lowly while shaking her head. Jimin watches her intensively as her hands roam all around his now bare chest, that was covered with a shirt two minutes ago.

‘‘ Jimin, you and I both know that we haven’t had much time to ourselves lately.’‘

Her dainty fingertips trace over his forming abs one by one staring him straight in the eyes. He bites his lip hard just before letting out a useless groan with his head thrown back in the chair. It’s true. With all the celebrity show appearances they’ve had, the quality time together has been cut short.

He ries to pry her hands away from his jeans but it’s no use. “ I have to leave, Jungook wants me at Ryan’s office in twenty minutes.”

Her face turns into a pout, lifting her hands from his jeans. ‘’ So he’s more important than your girlfriend?’’

‘‘ Well I mean he is my blood broth- Fuck!’’

It’ was quick enough to where he didn’t feel it coming. Before he knew it, his jeans were unbuttoned and her mouth glides across the imprint of his shaft hiding behind his boxers. “ We can stop and you can leave.. if you want..” She knows exactly what shes doing by making sure her voice is low and those round eyes meeting his.

His groans only become louder when she takes a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. There’s no way on hell he’ll miss this opportunity to get some head. Jimin’s craving for sex has been high lately and with no time to recieve pleasure, he damn sure wasn’t gonna let up this offer. “ Fuck that. Keep going my love.”

Grabbing a fistful of Isabel’s hair, he yanks his boxers down revealing his thick, hard member hat springs up to his belly button. Isabel smirks at him just before taking the whole thing down her throat making Jimin moan out louder in pleasure. The sound of sucking, wet noises fill the studio’s ambiance.

Jimin watches her intensely while letting out low groans and growls as her bobbing head becomes quicker. This isn’t what he wants truly. What he wants is you. You is who he wishes who’d be pleasuring him right now. The way you’d sometimes gag on him when his dick filled your mouth completely was something he’d always enjoyed seeing. The way your eyes water with him stuffed in your mouth but determined to go on was a major turn on for him. He wants you and only you. Right now in this moment Isabel doesn’t mean shit to him but you do.

He can’t help but to lean back in his chair and close his eyes waiting to chase his high, all with the thoughts of you and your guises past sexual encounters turning him on even more with the lost track of time in the back of his mind.

You on the other hand, wait with Jungkook and Ryan who are getting a bit anxious waiting for the boy’s arrival. You of course didn’t want him to come. It’ll only make things more complicated than it is right now. Essentially you were going to leave when Jungkook said he’d be inviting Jimin.. yet again.

Seeing as though when you were on your way to the office, you had glanced at the clouds and could see a big thunderstorm brewing. You’d rather not take your chances of being rained on while walking back to your apartment.

‘‘ Geez where is this guy? He’s always late ever since he’s been with Isa-”

A shove by Ryan shuts him right up before finishing his sentence. Ryan gives him a glare and a few utters of words to him before turning back to the giant window that gazes over the bright nightlife of Seoul.

One part of you wishes for Jimin not to actually show up but the other does. Just to see his face and reaction too you ever since yesterday. But just for the sake of it, you won’t bring it up. Play it off like it never happened.

‘‘ Was it really necessary for us to come at night? We couldn’t of just come during the day?’’ Jungkook says, walking over to her.

He snakes his arms around his waist placing gentle butterfly kisses around her neck. The reflection off the mirror shows her facial expression, a slight smile as they sway from side to side. A ping of happiness shoots through you at the sight of them. It reminds you of you and Jimin. That happiness quickly shuts down.

You smile to yourself, “Well i’m a model, Jungkook and his brother are idols, and you’re an upcoming fashion designer dating said Idol. ”

Jungkook clears his throat before placing his arm gently around Ryan, “ Yeah she’s MY girlfriend.’’ He says proudly. Ryan shakes her head while playfully rolling her eyes.

You giggle along with her. It’s only been a short while since he’s asked her and he seems so happy and proud with her. Something you wish that Jimin wouldn’t have ruined for you two.

‘‘ Nobody knows we are dating and If paparazzi catches you coming to my office it’s going to stir up something rather it be little or not.’‘ Ryan sighs, sitting down next to you on the white couch.

Jungkook pauses to be silent for a second but continues on, “ That would happen regardless because paparazzi comes out at any time of day. We just so happen not to get caught.’’

Your frail hands begin to play with the sleeve of your shirt at the wrists. Something you do when anxious but trying to keep calm. You’re starting to get annoyed with this couple talk. You’re happy for them but rubbing it in is starting to hurt a bit. Where is he at?

‘‘ You know what im tired of waiting. If he comes he comes. If he doesn’t oh well we already knew he’s an asshole because of that girl now.” Ryan scoffs.

She folds her arms as she leans onto Jungkook who’s now sitting on the arm of the couch. He chuckles at her pouting and sudden anger just before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

You take in the sight of them. Two love birds that mean the world to each other. You wouldn’t dare want nor try to break them up. You knew Jungkook has been waiting for that moment to ask her. When he did on that day Ryan couldn’t of been even more happier.

And if as on cue, that familiar face comes in quietly with two large brown bags in his hands. You choose not to make eye contact with him when he stops infront of the couch, glancing at you.

‘‘ Im sorry im late. I bought food for us..” He pleads for forgiveness. If it was up to you then you wouldn’t have forgiven him. Hell, you still don’t want to forgive him for that act last night. Yet you can’t be a hypocrite because you’re just as guilty.

Jungkook takes the bags from him due to the way to familiar scent coming from them. Jajangmyeon. His favorite noodles of all time. A quick way to earn his forgiveness of anything.

‘‘ You are forgiven don’t let it happen again,” He says, smiling ear to ear as he pulls out his serving of noodles.

Ryan hands you a pair of chopsticks and your serving of noodles. You thank her and look down at the bowl. If you did eat it that means you forgave him, if you didn’t that means you wont. Your mind doesn’t know which one to pick.

While everyone sits there talking amongst themselves you sit there with chopsticks in hand zoned out. You seen the hickies when he had came in. When he had tilted his head announcing his arrival, thats when you saw it peeking from under his scarf. that The dark bruises peaked up and back into hiding whenever he moved.

‘‘ You don’t like the noodles?” Jungkook says, taking a big bite of noodles then slurping them up.

Ryan gives you one of your guises code looks but you give one back to say you are fine. ‘’ Im sorry I was just zoned out.’’

You don’t engage on any of the conversation instead you sit there eating your noodles quietly until they’re gone. That is until the real reason why you are here is brought up.

‘‘ We are here because me and Jungkook have thought about you guys.” Ryan glances at the boy who’s now wiping his face free of sauce.

Great. When are people going to stop doing that though?

‘‘ Ryan come on now, I honestly don’t care. He’s happy with her and I am with myself. Im serious. Please stop thinking about things like this. Im happy can’t you see that! ‘‘ By this point you know you’re all worked up.

It isn’t the truth, but you just want everyone to stop worrying so you could move on. Bringing the whole situation up all the time is draining for you and you’d rather not be reminded of Jimin and what he does and how he’s doing.

Jimin keeps quite with a stare that’s intense on you. You stare right back at him with an emotionless expression. The both of your eyes never leave each-other but you knew it had hurt him. Saying that you’re fine but he knows you’re bothered a lot.

Jungkook sighs heavily, “Baby-Cheeks don’t get all upset now. We are just worried solely on you. Even Jimin is and we all came to an agreement to have this civil conversation right here and now because all of it needs to be addressed.”

You cock your head slightly to the side not leaving Jimin’s eyes. You knew for a fact that this entire conversation is his doing just by Jungkook saying that last sentence.

“ I told you to stop worrying about me. I really meant it. I’m fine. I am F I N E .’’ You spell out the words, then shake your head clearly pissed off.

‘‘ But you aren’t. You constantly lose focus and don’t talk as much. Im worried for you so much that it pains me to even see you like this.” Jimin bites his lips to prevent from breaking down. You know that expression all to well.

That still doesn’t mean he should be worrying about you. You two are no longer together and no matter how many times you scream it to the top of your lungs each time, nobody listens to you.

‘‘ I am fine. I promise you guys. I’ve just had a comeback and they set me on a strict diet for the next few months and I go to the gym more than I used to because that’s what us models do. Since I have been absent for a year now my break time is over. The reason I zone out is because I have a busy schedule and sleep is whenever I can get it so that makes me tired often. I am fine.”

Your explanation is partially true and you do feel bad for lying on some of the parts but knowing them they will keep doing whatever to make things right. It’s time for you and them to stop worrying about Jimin and your relationship with each other.

The group doesn’t say anything after that. You tried to keep the best serious tone you had to explain that to them. Luckily they fell through and believed it. All except Jimin.

‘‘ Now can we move on? Is everything okay now?” You ask, looking at both Ryan and Jungkook. They both shake their head slowly still unsure of what to think.

‘‘ Well since that is over with, lets all take our leave yeah?” Ryan sighs, collecting everybody’s trash from the food. You nod your head and begin to help her while the boys go somewhere in the room to talk privately together.

You don’t care enough to want to know about what they’re saying. As long as they don’t bring anything of worriedness about you again then it’s okay. Soon after the room is all cleaned up you grab your coat and scarf. Jungkook grabs Ryan’s and helps her into hers, zipping it all the way up.

‘‘ My baby can’t catch a cold.” He giggles before placing a kiss on her forehead. Ryan turns a deep red in her cheeks as he continues to dress her properly for the snow outside.

‘‘ Can we talk privately again?’‘ A quite voice says behind you. You knew it all to well. But you don’t turn around at all while slipping your coat on.

‘‘ I’ve thought I made myself clear. I don’t need to say it again. Please just accept it.” The maroon colored scarf is gently placed around you from behind.

You grab his hands to stop him but he’s quick enough to come in-front of you and begin to wrap it for you. “ You lied. You can fool them but not me.’’

You break his hands away from the scarf, making sure to glare at him before you storm out of the office. All of the pressure and just concern in general is getting to you. It’s not like you to get worked up to this point. You hate making scenes and you knew that when you left like that it’s going to spark more curiousness.

The heel of your black suede thigh high boots click down the hallway fast as tears feel the brim of your eyes. Why wont they just leave it be?

After taking the long way out and going down three flights of stairs from the emergency exit, you make it down to the lobby and out the rotating doors.

When you do you almost choke out a whimper at the sight at Jimin greeting Isabel with a hug in which she pulls him down to a deep passionate kiss while waiting in-front of his car.

He was just upstairs dressing you properly, but kissing on her a few minutes later. Typical Jimin.

You bite your lip hard enough for the taste of blood to fill your mouth to prevent from crying right then and there. You can’t show her any sign of weakness. This is what she wants you to do. Cry and breakdown in-front of her to gain victory. She can’t have it. She wont have it.

You slip your hands into the coat pockets and begin your journey down the street. Catching a taxi would be no use. The cold harsh wind mixing with the hard drops of rain feel euphoric but numb to you.

‘‘ What are you doing? You’ll catch a cold for walking in this type of weather!” A voice yells far from behind you.

You don’t bother to look back at him. You up your pace just by a little to get that voice far away from you as possible. He kissed you last night, but kissed her right infront of you. The lump in your throat is sore and your heart hurts with each step you take. Is this how the game goes? It hurts. It hurts a lot.

The wind blows harsh and the rain blows on your face making your makeup wet but not smeared. The mascara running down your face doesn’t matter from your wet tears.

The stop lights turn yellow, red, and then green a couple of times. You count the number of changes before walking past it. Three times total.

Yellow

Red

Green

then back again.

The thunder roars causing you to jump a bit, but you’re numb to any noise around you anyways. You sniffle repeatedly to stop your nose from running but why not just let it run? Why not just let everything go. Let yourself go. Yeah that sounds about right. Let yourself g-

The blackness of your vision is sudden. No chance to react when the sound disappears from it. To the ground your body goes, laying there in a puddle of water. Your eyes blink slowly when you wince in pain upon bringing your hand up to your head. Vision goes in and out, in and out. You can’t hear the disorted person above you screaming and shaking you just before blacking out again.

The look of horror on his face and adrenaline runs through his body as soon as your eyes close. He thinks it’s his fault. His fault for wanting to keep talking to you. His fault for kissing you last night. His fault for stressing you out to your limits for you to walk home instead of asking him for a ride.

Running his hand through his hair, he slowly picks up your limp body. He saw that fall, and that fall was hard. You slipped on a decent sized amount of a dirt and mud mixture from not paying attention. Tears roll down his eyes when he places you in the passenger seat to buckle your seatbelt where your chest rises up and down. A sign of life.

The ride to your house is hell for him. Constantly hitting the steering wheel out of anger from himself and crying loudly wishing for you to be fine and okay. The hospital wasn’t an option right now. If paparazzi saw him taking you in unconcious right after the small scandal, he’d be sure that he’d be on the news for the next two weeks for supposedly abusing you, which isn’t the case.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive, considering he was tokyo drifting through the streets of Seoul. Laying your body on your bed, he sees the bottom of your outfit is dirty with mud. At first he hesitates but keeping muddy clothes on you wouldn’t be right of him.

After picking out some sweatpants, he moves on to your hoodie collection and spots one in the back of the drawer folded into a ball. Jimin lets out a small laugh when he realizes its one of his. It must of ended up here in transit when packing from the old apartment.

Nevertheless, he decides it’s that one you’ll be wearing and not anyone of the others. When it comes time to undress you, he looks away when taking off your clothes and putting the new clothes on. He tucks you in when done, planting a small kiss on your forehead just before going to get an icepack for you to place it on your head.

The sound of cartoons playing in a distance wakes you up. Your eyes stir open until full view. The throbbing of your head makes you wince a little. You’re just as more confused as to when you made it into your apartment let alone your room.

‘‘ You’re awake?’‘

He places the icepack on the back of your head but when he goes to grab your hand to make you secure it, your heart skips a beat when his soft hand touches yours. It’s been a while since you last had his warm touch against yours.

The thoughts in your head stops when he lets go of your now cold hand. ‘‘ Why are you here?” You say, finally looking at him.

‘‘ You fell. You fell on a puddle of mud while crossing over to the next sidewalk.” He sighs, eyes staring at you with anger yet relief. Instead of fighting back for the sake of your throbbing head, you just look down.

Thats when you notice the new set of clothes on your body. You certainly weren’t wearing this hoodie before. In fact you knew for a fact that this particular hoodie was balled up in the back of your dresser drawer. It’s his.

“ You undressed me?” You yell, furrowing your eyebrows at him. You pull the cover closer up to your body out of embarassment but Jimin doesn’t care. He’s more worried about the fall than the undressing.

“ Do you fucking know how got damn worried I was?” Jimin walks over to you with his arms crossed and jaw clenching. You want to hide right about now. “You’re more worried about if I was a pervert or not but news flash, I didn’t even look at you while undressing you. I’m not the asshole you think I am.”

Silence is golden.

‘‘ We all shouldn’t have been out there with a storm coming, but we came to the office for your sake. You keep putting yourself at risk, just stop!‘‘ He semi-yells at you.

You know he’s correct but that doesn’t stop you from forming the lecture into an arguement.

‘‘ Risk? I don’t take risks unless necessary. I was just minding my business and walking home. I guess I wasn’t mindful for that the weather wasn’t suitable for walking. Thank you for tending to me.’’

The boy scoffs with a sarcastic smile on his face backing away from your bed. You close your eyes knowing you shouldn’t of said that. ‘‘ Wasn’t mindful? Really? Why can’t you just listen to me whenever I need you to?”

‘‘ You were with Isabel. I don’t have anything to do with your guys relationship at all. I didn’t want to seem like a threat to her. ‘‘

Jimin sighs and rubs his temples, ‘’ You know you’re hard headed right? Do you think I give a flying fuck if she was there or not? You health and you yourself are important to me. ‘’

Here we go again.

‘‘ I said don’t worr-’‘

Jimin raises up quickly with anger and sadness written all over his face, ‘’ I don’t care what you say. Fucking listen to me when I say so! I’m going to worry about you until the day I die and cannot breathe anymore! Accept it okay?’’ He semi- yells, chest heaving up and down fast.

You keep your eyes away from his. You knew it would happen. You knew he would blow up somehow today.

‘‘ Im not going to accept it. Want to know why? I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I have to accept the fact that you no longer are in a relationship with me Jimin. You need to too.’‘

Jimin sighs, pacing back in forth across the wooden floor while running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, “ I was hoping it wouldn’t have to be like this. I’m not letting it happen anymore. From now on I will be checking on you everyday. Understand?’’

‘‘ No I don-”

‘‘ Understand?’‘ He growls, head whipping towards your direction.

There it goes. Pissed off Jimin. The side of his dominance that he dares anyone to overpower.

‘‘ Jimin you cannot come he-”

He shoots you a glare wanting his question answered now. You bite your lip making sure to shut the fuck up at this point. Anything you say after you know would do damage. ‘‘ Do you. Fucking. Understand?’‘

You nod your head. When he becomes like this there isn’t any way to stop him or change his mind.

‘‘ Good. Im not leaving for the night.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Woah Jimin. Okay that’s too far. That’s considered cheating on Isabel.”

‘‘ It’s not. Not if im not with her anymore.’‘

Your heart jumps at those words. Not with her anymore?

‘‘ You honestly didn’t have to break up with her for me.”

You know you’d honestly feel very bad, but not as bad because she honestly deserves it for being a homewrecker. Then again, what does that make you?

‘‘ We technically are on a break. Im planning to break up with her in a couple of days.” He says, turning the blaring hot heater that was turned on prior to you waking up, onto it’s low settings.

You decide that’s enough of questions and to just enjoy his company there while it lasts. Putting the cover back down, you pick up your phone from the nightstand. A few texts from your manager, a missed call from Ryan. By the looks of it they both don’t know what happened and that somehow relieves you.

Looking back up at him, you notice him turned around about to take off his shirt. His back muscles are evident and flex whenever he moves. You miss those. The way they’d feel under your hands and nails when he used to be ontop of you giving you the best nights of your life.

You hadn’t known he had turned around because you’re too deep in thought recalling those nights. “ Im assuming you like what you see?”

So you’ve been caught. “ No. Put your shirt back on.” Its a lie but you can’t admit to daydreaming about him.

‘‘ Hush im just changing into new clothes.’‘

You watch him go to your bottom left dresser and it all clicks to you. Back when you both shared an apartment Jimin kept extra clothing for emergencies always in the left bottom drawer.

You don’t know why, but you felt that it was tradition to put his extra clothing inside the bottom left drawer when you moved into here. Jimin had left the box of emergency clothing, on accident, with you as the both of you moved out.

When things had arrived here and you started unpacking you had seen what was inside the box. Instead of calling him to retrieve it, you just placed them in the bottom left drawer of your dresser in case something had ever happened where he was in need.

And that scenario just so happened to play out today.

You close your eyes as he casually slips his pants off in front of you. You want to peak but choose not to. ‘‘ Why are you covering your eyes? You’ve seen all of me before.”

And you want to see it all again.

‘‘ Yeah whatever. Im sleepy.’‘

You rub your eyes and let out a quite yawn. You can feel his eyes staring into you so you turn to face him while getting comfortable under the covers.

Jimin turns out the lights first and then the t.v. Pitch black just how you like it.

‘‘ I forgot how cute you can be.’‘ He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him to where you’re laying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

His heartbeat is relaxing to you. So relaxing that soon enough, the both of you are fast asleep tangled in each-others love.

Once again, you fell for his sweet-talking and little white lies. All because you want another chance, one last time.

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