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theamberwriter · 11 months

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The Perfect Blend

Modern!Alpha!Levi Ackerman x Omega!GN!Reader || Tea Shop AU

Word count: 6.3k

So this is the first fic I’ve written in a while, and I cannot remember the last time I actually watched AoT. But my thirst for Levi can never be tamed. I hope this does him some justice. Also, I’m on my iPad. So the formatting may be a little weird.

Companion Art: [1] [2]

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The Stem and Spine was the shiney new bookstore/tea shop opening on the corner on Prescott and Main. It seemed like ages since anyone had tried opening a store there. It was such a quaint spot. The historical building had detailed moldings, uneven red bricks, and chipped, dark blue paint. Six large, angled windows gave a panoramic view out to the bustling streets in your little college town.

It was the perfect spot to stop, drink tea, and people watch.

You were looking forward to opening day. You’d spent months crawling through every bookshop, online and in person, as well as every thrift shop trying to find one specific book. No one seemed to know of it’s existence. So you were silently begging the universe to cut you a break and let this new bookshop carry what you were looking for.

You’d only recently discovered their grand opening. An awkward omega gave you a flier. They were handing them out as people were leaving the grocery store. You were really excited, but maybe that was your inner bookworm talking.

Since the shop was right down the road, you decided to walk there on opening morning. You weren’t really expecting any sort of crowd. All of the college kids had gone home for the summer, so the streets had emptied out some. You enjoyed how quiet the summers were. So the long, winding line leading from the door of Stem and Spine was definitely a surprise.

You didn’t need to look for the book that badly. You could come in a month or so when things had died down some. You were going to head back home when you heard the people by you talking:

“I heard the guy running this place is hot as fuck,” said one.

“Did you hear what that girl in our study group said?” asked the other. The first shook their head. “Apparently his scent is like, super strong.”

The friend grinned, running their tongue over their teeth. “I can‘t wait to find out.”

Oh no, you mentally groaned then took a nice deep breath. The scents came one right after the other. A mangled mash up of pheromones. This line was almost entirely betas and omegas. And they were here for that alpha. You were never going to be able to shop there at this rate! As an omega yourself, you just knew they all would come from miles around until this guy was claimed.

You decided it was better to queue up, then maybe you’d actually get a chance to set foot inside. You waited for hours. You were sure those ahead of you would linger as long as possible and try to make an impression. That meant everyone had to stand in line longer.

By the time employees came down the line and told people they were closing for the night, your feet were killing you and your phone battery was nearly dead. All day and you’d only gotten a quarter of the way to the door! You could still see the spot you’d started from. A few people tried to get rowdy, complaining it was unfair that they’d been waiting all day. But their steam fizzled when employees threatened to call the police.

For two weeks, you checked the line for Stem and Spine. Day after day the line seemed to get longer. You saw a lot of returning faces, they must’ve been desperate. You even saw a handful of people getting escorted out by police! You also heard more and more rumors about what everyone was lining up for.

I heard he’s one of those hot, stoic types. I’d love to break him.

I heard that if you’re a beta or omega, just the guy’s scent is enough to make you jizz in your pants.

I heard he doesn’t like needy omegas, good thing I’m not like the others.

I heard he’s starting an entire harem - I’d love to be a part of that!

This is my eighth time going. I swear, I’m on the verge of making him my mate!

The rumors went on and on, getting more and more absurd. You wondered what this guy was really like, if he was really worth all of this. You weren’t interested, you just wanted a book! If anything, this was annoying. You figured it was probably annoying for him too, especially if he just wanted to do his job and not have to worry about anyone throwing themselves at him.

Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, you were able to set foot in Stem and Spine. It was quiet. No three block long line in sight. Sure, it was still busy but these people actually wanted books. They were all glued to the shelves, actually talking about books, and showing each other covers.

Inside was better than you’d imagined it. Everything was cream, gold, crimson, and navy blue. In one half was the tea shop. There were shelves of tea and accessories that lined the walls; loose leaf, prepackaged, diffusers, tea pots, honey sticks, spoon rests. As well as a long barista counter that had a large chalkboard and sizable drink list that was nothing but tea. There were a small handful of metal tables and chairs, and you remembered seeing some outside with umbrellas as well.

The other half of the store was the bookshop. There was row after row of books. Mostly fiction from your first glance. There were also displays for local authors and a shelf of new arrivals. You couldn’t wait to spend the day combing through. The entire vibe was cozy and the scent of jasmine wafting around was relaxing. You did wonder, however, how you were able to get in. Had the alpha been claimed? You didn’t smell anything overwhelming.

“Aaawwww, what do you mean he’s not here?!” You heard a girl whine. You were just starting on the second row of books.

“Mr. Ackerman isn’t here,” said the employee, irritation clear in their voice. “And no, I don’t know if he’ll be back today.”

The girl groaned loudly, but you didn’t hear her complain anymore. You figured she must’ve left. You wondered if she was the one who’d managed multiple visits.

“This has really gotten out of hand,” you heard the employee down the aisle say. They’d been stocking more books. “Great for sales, though.”

“That bad?” you asked. The employee looked at you, she looked tired. Her name tag read Mikasa.

“You have no idea,” she sighed. “I like working here. Levi is my cousin and a great boss, but these fangirls have just been too much. You’d think the fact that he ignores them would be a turn off. But they just keep coming.”

You didn’t realize you’d spent your whole afternoon in Stem and Spine until Mikasa came around to give you a five minute heads up. You were disappointed you didn’t find what you were looking for. But you still managed to find a couple hidden gems you were excited about. Maybe what you wanted was just too obscure.

You brought your books to the counter. As they rang you up, you noticed a clip board with a paper that read What Books Would You Like to See at Stem and Spine? Under that was a long list of handwritten titles and author names. You quickly scribbled down the book you were looking for. At least now there was a chance for it to appear.

Over the next month, you managed two visits to Stem and Spine every week. You and the employees actually started to recognize each other. You also started to see titles you recognized from the list. The mysterious Mr. Ackerman, however, still managed to escape your sight. Every time you went, there was a small posse outside just trying to grab a whiff.

It wasn’t until your first visit of the following month that you finally laid eyes on him. You’d just finished a series and were looking to start a new one. So you wandered over to the new arrivals section. You’d been there about half an hour when a heavy wave of lavender hit you. It filled your head, murking up your thoughts. You figured this had to be him, and the rumors were true - his scent was another beast entirely.

You shook your head to focus your thoughts. You liked this store, so this was something you were going to have to get used to if you wanted to keep shopping there. But you were also extremely concerned - if he was here, then that long line and hoard of omegas and betas would be too. You wanted to leave, but you were stuck between two books with money only for one.

You probably should’ve noticed the scent getting stronger. But you were so focused on reviewing the synopsis on both and thumbing through that you were oblivious. You didn’t wake from your stupor until there was a flutter of movement beside you. You glanced to your left to see a dark haired man in a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He set down the few boxes he was carrying.

This man, you realized, was where the lavender wall had come from. This was the infamous Levi Ackerman, owner of Stem and Spine. Mikasa had told you a bit about him in previous weeks. You liked talking to her whenever you came in.

“It’s rude to stare,” he said in a surprising tenor. His back was still to you. You cursed under your breath and turned back to the shelf. That was one way to embarrass yourself. You began musing between the books in your hands again.

After a long moment of silence, a voice said, “I’d pick the one in your right hand.”

You looked over to meet a bored pair of silver eyes. “What?”

“I’ve read them both. The book in your right hand was far more interesting.”

“Oh cool,” you said slowly. “Thanks. I would’ve been here for ages.”

You quickly placed the other one back in its place and scuttled away. You were just going to have to take his word for it. You didn’t want to hover anymore than you had. At the front, they packaged up your book and you were swiftly out the door.

Levi had been right, the book was very good and you were excited that there were four more books to follow with a movie planned. The next time you tried to go to Stem and Spine it was packed again. There was a line down the block and you just didn’t have the time to wait. Your shift at work started soon, and all you’d wanted to do was thank him for the recommendation.

You decided to head straight to work instead. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long to see the bookstore owner again. The wall of lavender hit you before you saw him. You watched everyone around you turn to stare. It didn’t seem to phase him in the least.

Levi came to the counter and briefly talked with your coworker, who couldn’t seem to keep a straight face. When they disappeared to look for someone, Levi waited at the counter. This was probably going to be weird, but you really did want to thank him for helping you find a new series you absolutely loved.

“Hey,” you started, the book in your hand. He glanced at you briefly. “I, uh. You probably don’t remember me, but you recommended this book to me last week. And I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. It was really good.”

“I told you it was better,” he stated. “I remember the other one you had - the author writes shit. It doesn’t have any good character development and there were a few glaring plot holes.”

“Oh, that’s good to know - I’ll definitely take that off my reading list.” You laughed awkwardly, carefully tucking the book away in your bag. “I was, uh, I was going to stop by the shop earlier. See if you were there - so I could thank you. But that line was just - woo!”

“I’m going to have to do something about that.” You weren’t sure if that was directed at you, but Levi seemed lost in thought.

Your coworker soon came back with someone in tow. They talked for a minute and then Levi and his intoxicating scent were gone. Afterwards, your coworker could not shut up about him. There was no way you were going to tell them about the bookshop.

In the days that followed, the line to get into the shop shrunk. But there was a continuous crowd that flurried around. A few employees you recognized seemed to be doing crowd control.

“I don’t care that you want to see him,” said one. “You don’t actually want a book or tea! It’s clogging up the shop.”

So Levi was doing something about the outrageous line. You were looking forward to being able to shop there again. The employees inside seemed less stressed when you went in and, at least, you weren’t brushing shoulders with anyone.

“Hey, [Name]!” Mikasa called as she spied you. She waved from her spot at the book counter where she was talking with Levi. You waved back at her, accidentally met Levi’s eyes, and then shuffled off into the book aisle to grab the next installment of the series.

You paid for your book, then went over to the tea shop. You didn’t know much about tea, but you figured you might as well start trying the different blends. There was a small display set up that recommended different teas for certain books. Like a nice citrusy Lady Grey to go with Pride and Prejudice.

“I don’t think that tea pairs with your book.”

You knew that voice. You turned to find Levi there with you, hovering, observing as you skimmed through the tea bags. You looked down at the pouch of English Breakfast Tea in your hand.

“You don’t think so?”

“You’ll want a black currant tea.” Levi reached just above your head and pulled down a paper bag with a raven on it. “I’m partial to this one.”

You took the bag, turning it over in your hand. You put the original pouch you grabbed back. Awkwardly, you smiled at him. “Uh, thanks. Guess I’ll go pay for this then.”

You weren’t sure what to make of it, it was probably nothing. But this encounter left you with a strange feeling. There were a few more like that to follow too.

“You’ll want a different tea for that,” he said as you picked up the third book.

“I can’t just make the black currant one?” you asked, baffled.

“Each book has a flavor that it pairs with. This one is more of a mint. If you pick wrong, you'll ruin the whole damn experience.” Levi turned the full power of his eyes on you. You were frozen under them. “Just like each person has their scent. Each scent has something that pairs nicely with it. For example, mine is lavender, yours is more of a sage. The two go well together.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage. That was the first time you felt the little flutter in your chest.

Every time you went to Stem and Spine to purchase a book Levi was there over your shoulder. He’d direct you to whichever tea he felt best went with it. He even started talking about the nuances in the flavors. How the aromatics helped, which shape of tea bag was optimal, ideally how long to steep it for. You became very knowledgeable about tea in the following visits. You were sure you'd be an expert by the time you went to pick up the last book in the series he showed you. But nowhere near as knowledgeable as Levi.

The next time you went, you saw Mikasa at the counter speaking with Levi.

"You can have the days off. Just fill out the request form," Levi said as you walked up to them.

"You're going on vacation soon, Mikasa?" you asked.

She turned her eyes to you. "My mate is going into his rut soon. I always make sure to take those days off to help him with his nest or anything else he needs."

You smiled at her. "That's really thoughtful, Mikasa. I hope, if I find someone, that they're like you."

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a mate?"

"No." You shook your head and shrugged.

You could've sworn you caught Mikasa giving Levi a nudge and a sharp look. Levi gave her a brief glare back. Then his eyes turned to you, his gaze relaxed.

"Why?" he asked.

You laughed humorlessly. "No one's ever really stuck around or I broke up with them. One guy tried to get me to sell my book collection. He said that they were just a waste of time and money. So I decided that he was a waste of my time. There's nothing worse than someone who doesn't understand your hobbies."

Levi said nothing but hummed in response.

"Do you have a mate out there in this big wide world, Levi?" you asked.

"No," he spat curtly.

You didn't mean to gape, but you couldn't deny you were shocked. "Really?"

"What?"

"I'm just surprised, ya know? With your strong scent and how handsome you are... I just figured by now someone would have come along. That's all."

Levi looked away from you. "My scent is more trouble than it's worth. All it does is draw shitty little brats."

You chuckled. "I can see that, considering the long line the first month you guys were open. I also noticed the growing wall of banned people. – Well I just came in to grab something really fast before work. My shift starts soon."

The college students were starting back up for the autumn semester. The streets began to fill up with cars of fresh faces, new dreams, and overstuffed suitcases. You had a feeling there'd be a new influx of people at Stem and Spine.

The hunch was correct.

Before you knew it, the store was once again filled wall to wall with people seeking Levi's attention. He seemed increasingly agitated every time you saw him. Then he once again disappeared for a few weeks, causing the crowds to thin.

“I heard the author is writing the final installment,” Mikasa said as she rang you up. “It’s supposed to be out in a few months.”

“Really? I thought this was the last book?” You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t upset, just surprised. The story felt like it could easily be wrapped up in one book. You hoped it wasn’t going to be one of those strangling the plot lines scenarios, where the whole series goes down in flames right at the end.

“Nope, one more.” Mikasa shook her head. “I’m sure Levi will be upset.”

“Does he really like this series?”

“No.”

You met her with a curious gaze. Her eyes gave you nothing in return. You’d never really noticed how similar she and Levi looked until then. Both with silky black hair and unwavering grey eyes.

"I don't smell him around today. I take it he's still in hiding? I guess I'm on my own to find a tea, then," you laughed.

Mikasa handed you your bag, it was brown paper with a dark red book and tea leaf stamped onto it. You had a small collection you kept folded under your sink and used for various things.

"Hey, before you go," Mikasa started. "I'd like to consider us friends."

You nodded and smiled at her. "I'd like to think so."

"So then would you like to hang out when I'm not working? I was thinking about going to see the movie for this, it comes out soon. Would you like to go? I'll buy the tickets."

"That'd be awesome! I can pay you back."

Mikasa laughed, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's no issue, don't worry about it. Give me your number, and we can pick a date."

You exchanged numbers then wandered over to the teashop. You were only a little upset to be tea shopping alone. You were so used to having company. You wondered what type of tea Levi would recommend. You had to admit, you were starting to look forward to your shopping visits more knowing he was there. You were happier to see him than Mikasa most days. You were grateful for your newly formed friendship, so it made you feel a bit guilty. But you couldn’t deny that there was something soothing about listening to Levi’s passion for tea.

You thumbed through the pages of the book. Skimming without trying to spoil anything for yourself. You were just trying to get the feel. What flavor would this book be? Something dark and fruity, like a black currant? Or something a little lighter, more classic like the mint? You settled on an orange bergamot, this would have to work. You paid and then walked over to your job.

About half way through your shift, a familiar tsunami of lavender smacked you in the face. Levi strode casually through the lobby looking bored as ever. He had a bag in his hand. You wondered if he’d been out shopping. You met his gaze, immediately diverting your own back to your paperwork.

“Mikasa said you were in the shop today,” he said, the scent rolling off of him was strange and heavy.

You looked up, getting sucked into those silver pools. “Yeah, I came to get the next book in the series. I figured you were still keeping your distance. - Did you need my help with something? Did you need John again?”

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t pick a shitty tea.”

You scrutinized his face. It held absolutely nothing. He really came all this way to ask what tea you picked? Well, it was just the next street over. But he still had to go out of his way to see you. He didn’t have to do that. Your heart fluttered.

“I skimmed through, but I’m not sure I picked the right one.” You handed over the bag of tea you bought.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Tech, don’t spoil it for yourself, idiot.”

He took the bag, examining it thoroughly. He considered the ingredients for a long moment. You could practically see the cogs turning in his mind. Finally Levi handed it back over to you.

“Interesting choice,” he started. “But it works. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, I really tried to put your lessons into practice,” you laughed. There was a long stretch of silence. “I suppose you’re probably going back to Stem and Spine, I won’t keep you any longer. But I appreciate you stopping by, I didn’t think you remembered that I worked here.”

Levi stood a moment longer, then placed the bag he’d been carrying on the counter. It was from his store. “I brought this in case you picked wrong. - I’d still like you to have it.”

You stood. “No, I couldn’t -”

“I insist.”

“At least let me lay you for it. Or exchange it for the one I bought!”

Levi was already walking away. “Just take the fucking thing. I picked it out for you.”

Then Levi was gone, but his lavender scent still swam in your head. You took the bag from the counter, peering in to inspect its contents. You were so curious what he picked. You pulled out a white bag of loose leaf tea with a rose stamped on it in pink. The name read The Start of Something Sweet, it was made with strawberries and rose. You couldn’t help but smile a bit to yourself.

Later that night you made yourself a cup using what you remembered of Levi’s impromptu tea lessons. You couldn’t keep the little smile off your face. Not even as you talked with Mikasa about your movie plans. You picked a date two Saturdays away. You were really excited, you could only hope that the movie did any sort of justice.

A few days later, you made another trip to Levi’s store. It was restock day. As usual, you beelined for the new arrivals section. You were disheartened to find your requested book had still not made an appearance. You groaned. Maybe they couldn’t find a distributor either. That’d be just your luck.

“Looking for anything in particular?” Mikasa asked, stopping beside you. “You look disappointed.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’ve been on the hunt for this one book and no one has it. I’ve checked everywhere! I even put it on your recommendations list when you first opened. It’s just getting annoying at this point.”

“Maybe I can track it down for you and get you a rush order?”

You smiled at her gratefully. “You’d do that for me?”

Mikasa shrugged. “It’s no problem. I don’t see why not. What’s Levi going to do? Fire me?”

“Sweet, thank you so much! I’ll text you what I’m looking for.”

“Hey, I’m actually about to go on break. Do you want to go get something to eat with me? You have off today, right?”

You agreed and hovered by the counter while Mikasa grabbed her things from the back. You chatted idly with a few of the other employees. They were complaining about how busy it’s been since school was back in session. You hadn’t been surprised, of course. They did build the town around the university after all.

Once the scent of lavender began wafting in, everyone became tense. You noticed something was off. It was sharper and so sweet it was almost bitter and very dense and heavy. Levi stalked in, looking irritated. He gave a sharp glare to his employees, but didn’t say anything. Instead marching through the door that said employees only on it.

“Something must’ve happened,” said one of the employees you were talking to. “He was in a good mood this morning.”

You wanted to go after him. In fact, your feet even began to pull in his direction on their own. But you stopped yourself, embarrassed. Tea aside - you didn’t know him all that well, after all. The last thing he’d probably wanted was a random omega tailing after him.

You had a thought, a reflection of something he told you - a book and a good cup of tea always made his mood better. He told you in passing, he probably didn’t even remember saying it. You knew you’d seen your favorite book somewhere in the store. With any luck, it was one he hadn’t read. You swept through the shelves, quickly finding it, then went to find a matching tea. You’d already had one in mind. Mikasa emerged just as the cashier was packing it all up for you. You had them wrap it in brown paper.

“Did you find something after all?” she asked.

You felt warm. Did it get hot all the sudden? You looked guiltily at the items in your hands.

“Actually,” you started awkwardly. “These are for Levi.”

“Levi?”

“Yeah, he seemed pretty mad when he came through a few minutes ago. Could you - I don’t know - could you give these to him for me?”

“I think it would be better if you gave them to him yourself, he’s still here.”

Mikasa didn’t give you much of a choice as she steered you towards the door he’d gone through. She forcefully shoved you down a small hallway and into Levi’s office. He was furious when he heard the door open. The sharp scent was even thicker in here, nearly suffocating. But you couldn’t help your overwhelming urge to calm him.

“[Name],” Levi grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes were shut tight. “I know you can fucking read, the sign says employees only.”

“They have something for you, don’t be an asshole,” snapped Mikasa.

You thought you heard Levi mutter brat under his breath. He looked up at you, eyeing the items in your hands curiously. You smiled a bit. Avoiding his gaze, you admired how neat his desk was. You were sure, if you had a ruler, that everything would be evenly spaced apart.

“You seemed upset when you came in,” you said, swallowing thickly. “I remembered what you said and thought maybe a book and some tea would help? This one’s my favorite and I picked something that I thought went with it. - I promise I paid for it.”

You placed the items on his desk and slowly backed away. You tried to slip away now that your peace offering had been given. Mikasa, however, wouldn’t let you leave. Levi picked up the book, turning it over his hands. He studied the cover and read the synopsis. Finally, after a long minute, he hummed and turned back to you.

“I haven’t read this one,” Levi said. You stifled a sigh of relief. “You make interesting choices in tea, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said quickly and Mikasa finally let you out the door.

Mikasa didn’t bring up the incident over lunch. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did you do that? It was incredibly impulsive, but also inappropriate. That was basically the equivalent of screaming out how much he made your heart race and your palms sweat.

You tried not to dwell on it. But over the course of the week, you found yourself reflecting. You had hoped, more than you realized, that he would like what you brought him. You wanted his approval, not just his thanks. But you hadn’t been able to find the time to stop by the store and see if he’d read it. You’d been too busy with work, along with some plans with friends.

The next time you saw Levi was at your work again. He came bearing another bag. You were worried your coworkers would start getting the wrong idea. An alpha giving an omega gifts - how must that have looked to them? Then again, it was awfully presumptuous to think that the bag was for you.

But you were certain that Levi would never court you. Did you want him to, even? You hadn’t put much thought into the idea. But you didn’t hate the thought of getting to know him better. All you knew was what little he’d revealed in your chats while you picked out books and tea. Along with a little of what Mikasa had told you.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” you joked as Levi stepped up to the counter.

There was a certain air about him today. Maybe it was the way he’d slicked his hair back neatly. Or how starched the collar on his shirt was where it came out of his camel colored vest. He even seemed a touch more rested than usual.

Levi placed a bag on the counter. “This is for you.”

You couldn’t stop the sound of delight that came out of your mouth as you took the book out of the bag. It was finally, finally in your hands. After countless hours of fruitless searching, the damn book was finally in your hand.

“Holy shit,” you cried. “You found it! How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house this time.” Levi reached in and pulled a small brown pouch out of the bag. He smirked, which sent a chill down your spine. “Cinnamon, something spicy to go with that dirty fucking shit you’re reading.”

You froze mid celebration, oh shit. It was indeed a book with a good chunk of smut in it. Your friend had let you borrow her copy, that’s the only reason you knew about the book in the first place.

“You read it?” your voice came out hoarse.

Levi clicked his tongue. “The important parts, to figure out which blend would go along with it. It’s no wonder you couldn’t find it, no self respecting bookshop carries porn.”

“It’s not porn!”

You were not expecting him to read it. But of course he would only read the spicy scenes. No context to the story or anything else. You were devastated.

“Mhm.” It did not sound like he believed you. With that, Levi turned and began to walk away. He called over his shoulder to have a good day, followed by the pet name they used in the book.

You felt warm all over, tingles chasing from head to toe. You stared after him until he was gone. Then you sat flustered in your seat with your cheek against the cool desk. You could feel a scream burning in the back of your throat. You were so glad there was a half wall so no one could see you.

When you finally got up the nerve to crack open the book you found an envelope. Your name was written in beautiful cursive on the back. Cautiously, you cut it open. Inside was money and a little note in the same scrawl.

I won’t hold this against you. I know your entire taste in literature isn’t trash. Here’s money back for the stuff you gave me. I can see why it’s your favorite.

L. Ackerman

PS. Don’t even fucking think about trying to give the money back.

It was a short note, but it was enough to bring that flutter back. You couldn’t help reading it over and over again.

Before you knew it, movie day was finally upon you. You dressed casually and were so excited that you got to the theater an hour before it started. There was no Mikasa in sight, so you sat on a bench and read. You didn’t start to worry until there was only fifteen minutes before the movie began and she was still nowhere to be seen. Not even a text.

You: Hey, just checking if you’re close by.

Mikasa: Sorry, I’m not going to be able to make it. Enjoy the movie, you’ll have to tell me what I missed.

You groaned. You did not want to see this movie on your own. Though, you supposed it wasn’t so bad. Lots of people went by themselves. You’d just been looking forward to some bonding time with your new friend.

“So this is what that little brat was up to,” said a voice behind you. You turned to find no other than Levi. His scent was just beginning to wrap you up in a field of flowers. He had two travel cups with him, and looked as attractive as ever. No white collared shirt today. That was replaced by casual clothes and tight fitting jeans.

“Mikasa?” you asked, forcing yourself to look away.

He rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known, she didn’t even read the damn thing.”

You stood in silence for a moment. You had to wonder if this was as weird for him as it was for you. You had to admit, you did not see this coming. You could only wonder if he was disappointed to see you there.

You cleared your throat. “Look, you don’t have to watch it with me. We can sit in separate rows -“

“Don’t be stupid. Here.” Levi held out a cup to you. “You didn’t get to read the first book with anything. - Let’s go see if they fucked our shit up.”

Levi grabbed your wrist, tugging towards the direction of your theater. Your skin tingled where he touched you. You weren’t surprised by the amount of stares, but each set of eyes you passed was still unnerving. You were glad to be in your seats where it’d be harder for them.

“I heard they’re already filming the next one,” Levi stated after a few moments. He wasn’t looking at you. He concentrated almost too hard on the screen, you thought he was going to bore holes into it. “We should go see it together when it comes out. Maybe grab dinner beforehand.”

“Like…a date?” you asked. It slipped out before you could stop yourself.

“What the hell else?”

You paused for a moment, twisting to look at him. You couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not. His cheeks gained a flush of pink. You smiled at him, then settled back into your seat.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Levi nodded, but didn’t say anything else as the lights went down. Somewhere through the night, in the tension of the dark theater, your hand ended up enveloped in his.

In the morning Stem and Spine was your first stop. You were there as soon as they opened. Mikasa was doing the opening drawer. You watched as Levi went up and slammed his hand down on the counter. She didn’t so much as flinch.

“Oi,” he said. Mikasa looked up at him. “What the hell was that stunt you pulled yesterday?”

You walked up behind him. “Yeah, you did miss one hell of a movie.”

“I don’t know why you’re both so annoyed, it seems my plan worked,” she said bored, not even bothering to look up from the cash she was counting.

“How did you know we wouldn’t just walk out of the theater and not watch the movie together?” you asked.

“You both like that series too much. Besides, Levi may know a lot about tea, but he’s also stupid. He never does anything for himself. So while he may not have realized what he was feeling, we all could see it. He just needed a little push. And so did you, [Name]. I knew you liked Levi.”

“I never actually told you that, though. I never told anyone.”

“You didn’t have to. You could smell it in the air when you were around each other. Like a call and response. You two were perfect and you couldn’t even see it. I knew from the first day you walked into the shop.”

Levi took your hand. “Don’t look so fucking smug.”

Mikasa laughed as Levi took you to his office. As soon as you stepped in Levi shut the door behind you. He gave you a swift kiss on the cheek as he went to his desk.

“She’s right you know,” he started, intentionally avoiding looking at you. “We are the perfect blend.”

You couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree.

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yippeerrrs · 10 months

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PLEASEEE🙏🙏 DO A PART TWO OF THE READERXGHOSTXKONIG

"I'm here for you."

Pt. 2 of "i'm sorry"

I was waiting for my ipad but i just got this idea and i dont wanna put it to waste 😭😭

As you bump into simon, könig catches you, holding you tight. You notice his eyes are watery and that he's about to cry, you scoff.

"we're done könig."

You stand up, noticing simon you give him a weak smile and walk again. Konig is a mess behind you, he was hurt. He felt so many emotions passting through him. He truly was sorry, it took him everything to not break down in the middle of the base right there and then. He quietly gets up and everyone who was looking at your outburst moves to make way for the giant. Ghost stood there, dumbfounded and concerned.

Ghost went to könig's office, obviously curious and concerned.

"What happened back there?"

Ghost looks around the room, noticing it was dark and he could hear sniffling in the corner, where he saw könig crying.

"You alright mate?"

He asks, concern in his voice.

"i fucked up, ghost."

Ghost sits next to him, comforting him the best he can.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea colonel, you'll find some-"

Konig cuts him off, clearly irritated.

"There's no one better. I fucked up, she gave me a chance and i fucked up."

They sit there in silence for a while, ghost awkwardly trying his best to comfort konig.

You were pissed. You drove back home, fighting back your tears. He wasnt worth it. No. He was, but if he chose to cheat on you like that, sober. It was just not worth it.

You sobbed and banged your head on the steering wheel in a red light, you were angry, pissed. You trusted him, you were there for him in his lowest.

It suddenly started raining, hard. The pit pattering of the raindrops on your car muffling your cries. The light had turned green-- or so you thought. You drove through a red light and BAM! a speeding truck hit your side of the car and knocked you out.

There you were, dying. Ironically like the ones in the movies where the wife dies first, you chuckle as your memories pass by.

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One, König holding up a chocolate bar so you wouldn't reach it, laughing at your desparate attempts on trying to grab it.

Two, movie night with konig after he was too tired to do anything after his mission, you two cuddled together and just enjoyed eachother's company while watching a barbie movie.

Three, König dropping all of his shields after you confessed to him, crying in your arms.

"Really? Meine liebe.. i'll be here for you forever, i won't ever betray you"

He whispered in your ear between sobs of happiness. You always thought if you were to die you'd die in his arms, and yet here you are. Dying alone.

"I'm sorry könig.."

You whispered in staggered breaths, finally letting yourself feel the embrace of sweet death.

"Would you really let her go just like that?!"

Simon hissed, slapping könig. König looked at him, fonally realizing what he had just done. He grabs his keys and starts to sprint to his car, planning to apologize. Simon following him close behind, Simon was also very concerned about you- worried even, you two had been best friends ever since you met, you had helped him through his worst times. He had a crush on you but the way he saw you look at könig.. he had to push it away to be a good friend for you, doing anything to keep you happy.

Konig drives off with simon, stopping by and buying flowers for you even. When he reached your house, his heart stopped. There were police cars and sirens. He went out in the rain, leaving the flowers in the car as he went to ask for an officer what was happening. But before he could ask the police turns around and asks him a question that gives his gut a feeling that it wasn't a good sign.

"Do you know the person who lives here?"

He nods, worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you König?"

He nods again, suspicion raising.

"She's in the hospital, i suggest checking up on her now."

König's heart drops, rushing back to the car even though soaking wet- he drives over the speed limit and gets to the nearby hospital, startling ghost.

"Woah mate calm down! What's wrong?"

The moment they park and ghost sees where they are, he gets the idea. Both of them feeling their heart pumping a little too much, scared. They go into the hospital, rushing to your bedside. König grabs your cold hand, his tears falling down.

"I'm so sorry.. im so so sorry shatz"

As simon sees the situation, he loses it all. He's pissed and he knows who to blame, whose fault this was. Who fucked up. This was when he snapped, losing all of his cool, he pushes könig.

"Why?! WAS SHE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!"

Simon yells, angry tears falling and his mask drying it up. König stays quiet, knowing it was in fact his fault, his fault this happened, his fault he messed up, everything was his fault. He sits down next to your hospital bed and caresses your hair gently.

"I could've treated her better. You promised nothing would happen to her."

Simon's fists roll up as he looks down, tears falling as he finally let the reality of all of this happening. Before he could pounce on könig a doctor comes in, informing them that you had a miscarriage. The crash had taken your baby's life. But not yours, you had a chance to live still, they calculated that you would have to stay in the hospital for a couple weeks until they could let you go.

Simon was dumbfounded, confusion and anger on his face. As soon as the doctor left he walked over to könig, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"You got her pregnant then cheated on her?!"

"I can explain!"

Simon scoffs, letting go of könig.

"Go ahead, explain."

Silence fills the room as könig looks away, not having an explanation for everything. Simon chuckles, still pissed.

"Get out."

"What?.."

"Did you not hear me?"

Ghost leans in, pissed.

"Get. Out."

König sighs, he looks at your unconscious body with tears in his eyes, mumbling an apology under his breath before going out of the room.

Ghost sits down beside you, holding your hand oh so lovingly as he wipes his tears and pulls you close for a hug, making sure you're alright.

"I'm here for you"

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A/N

Okay i srs tried my best i gave up because damn this is wayy too cheezy and corny for me bye (end my life) please tell me how to write omfg.

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justathoughtfulangel · 8 months

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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.”

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him.

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love.

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind.

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details.

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?” Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously.

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks.

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?”

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him.

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective.

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way.

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify.

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later. When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.” Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.” Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.” Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob.

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free?

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut.

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.”

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends.

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up.

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word.

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak?

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds.

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal.

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.”

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes.

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before.

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.”

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body.

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter.

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer?

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily.

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

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That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)

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Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel

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lildoodlenoodle · 9 months

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First things first(spoilers for spiderverse/spidergeddon and comic noir storyline) this is a long post but you’ll have fun I promise. As always feel free to engage with the post, I’d love to hear different theories/opinions/conclusions on this in the tags or comments. Sorry it took so long!

Now I’m gonna say something morbid:

Spider Noir’s death in the comics was hilarious

Jarring, but hilarious. Like why’d he grab him like that. I physically had to shut off my iPad and go for a walk after this scene when I first read it.

But to my point, you know how some people say your birth mark is how you died in your last life?

Well post resurrection we might have A, B, and C:

(Now before anyone gets on me for, why would you do that/even think of this? In my defense, I couldn’t remember where he was grabbed, it’s been a while since I’ve read these. I thought it was gonna be on his back or shoulder and I’d give him a burned on handprint going all ‘gripped you tight and raised from perdition’ which is cool, fun, sexy, and conveniently hidden. Then I reread it and it’s basically a permanent face palm. Also pretend his face looks the same in every one. Couldn’t decide on hair either lol.)

Either way post resurrection Peter should have physical after effects of his resurrection. Either lines all over his body from having the life force sucked out of him or birth/burn marks on his face. I think this would be hilarious, angsty, and interesting. I also hate when people are just resurrected willynilly. LET THE TRAUMA OF DYING AND COMING BACK TAKE ITS TOLE. Especially if it’s multiple times.

In MK: Midnight Mission they, pretty recently, came up against this problem with the MK system being resurrected over and over again and facing really no visible consequences. But then we find out, there isn’t really a limit(ignoring the whole Khonshu imprisonment), but eventually mentally, there will be nothing left to resurrect. And the mindless mummy warrior creatures we meet from Khonshu’s ‘world’ were old avatars that wasted away from resurrections. It explains the alterations and perversions of the MK system’s mental conditions, because they are actively being altered and changed, to be brought back, by a multidimensional creature that doesn’t care about their mental health/state(that Khonshu takes advantage of, knowing what he’s doing). Sound familiar?

Now, time to get philosophical. Ship of Theseus.

What is it? Ship of Theseus is an ideological/philosophy problem about a king, Theseus, who saved the children of Athens from king Minos and the Minotaur and then sailed his ship to Delos. Then each year Athenians would sail that same ship from Athens to Delos in celebration of the myth. Over time they kept replacing parts of the ship for maintenance purposes, till every plank had been replaced, so they could still make the voyage. Now the question is, is it still the same ship? At what point did it stop becoming that original ship? And does it matter?

Applying this philosophical exercise to resurrection, with what we know above, we can get an interesting dialogue going. But, with that said, it’s important to keep in mind that the resurrection process in this context with these multidimensional gods isn’t explained with enough detail to really take it apart. Like what happens to the soul? Is the brain damage we know Marc has from repeatedly dying and his brain repeatedly going without oxygen or is it from just interacting with a multidimensional god? Is the spider god comparable to Khonshu? Is the spider god even real, if not what or how was Peter actually resurrected? And if it is real, what is its main goal? At least with Khonshu we know he has an agenda. What does it want, what’s its end game?

But let’s get into it anyways.

Now, you may be wondering, why do I keep saying multiple resurrections in regards to Spider noir? I am so glad you asked! I believe Peter's initial spider bite killed him. He had to go to the afterlife to actually see the spider god. That’s why we really only see them three times, at the initial power conception, Peter’s resurrection, and when Peter goes to the ‘underworld’ in the 2020 run. We see something similar with Khonshu in Midnight mission, while he’s in space jail, Marc can only see him during resurrections or while he’s dead. And while we’re comparing the MK system to spider noir, when Marc got his powers, he basically had to die first. That was implied to be his first resurrection. So this wouldn’t be a one off situation. We have some rules.

What we don’t see with Moonknight and Khonshu is visual physical change. Outside of the ghost bird skull armor the boys aren’t visually changing. Meanwhile, Peter has physically turned into a monster before and turned completely back. In #4/5 of the 2020 noir run the cicada stone/pink meteor turns people into monsters, but not everyone. Huma turns, Shocker turns, Peter turns, and all the resurrected villains(one guy just explodes). But Hu-Ri and Checkpoint Red don’t, until Hu-Ri touches the stone. Huma and Peter are both in close proximity to eldritch beings, them turning into inspired versions of those beings make sense. The Shocker turns because he spent so much time holding onto the stone, whereas Red hasn't. But notice Shocker and Hu-Ri don’t turn into an animal inspired version of themselves like Huma and Peter do, he becomes more of a hulk like creature, because he isn’t attached to an other-worldly being. And when Peter turned back he essentially said “that hurt like a bitch” and kept moving.

If we want to keep with the canon noir timeline and going with the idea that the Spider god is either continuously changing Peter, or just changing him during resurrections this would explain the webbing and mood/personality change from the 2009 comics to the 2020 comics. But that’s boring and too simple and I hate the time jump so fuck that shit.(again another post).

So let’s focus back on ‘Ship of Theseus’ in the context of resurrection. We have too many questions about the process of resurrection for spider noir to properly have this conversation, but I’m going to try anyways. Let’s hit what we know again: resurrection changes your brain chemistry/structure, the spider god is changing Peter throughout the series, Peter has possibly had three resurrections, the spider god resurrected Peter from a different dimension, which confirms this is a multidimensional being(if she exists but shhhh). So now that we’ve established that there are changes happening to Peter(one way or another) we know that the spider god is ‘repairing’ Peter throughout the series or ‘replacing his boards’ so to speak.

At what point is this no longer Peter? Is it when he is no longer recognizable as a human? Or is it when there is nothing left in his mind to resurrect? Or has this never been Peter, or rather not since his first resurrection when he got his powers? Is this change sudden or slow? Is it the resurrection that turns him into something else, is it slow build up like an Iodine Clock titration and one day he just wakes up no longer human, or is it a slow process of subtle changes? But if the latter, what’s the change that does it? What defines Peter’s humanity? Does it matter if he’s human or not? Does it change anything for him if he’s no longer human in body and mind?

Part of the answer may lie in the villains we see through the 2009 and 2020 runs. In the first run the main villains were the Goblin and the Vulture. Both who were implied to not be human or having physical inhuman qualities(but I’m partially ignoring the whole carney thing cause honestly it’s ableist and boring). In Eyes Without A Face, the second run, the main villains are the Crime Master and Dr. Octavious, both humans with no inhuman or supernatural qualities. For simplicity sake, let’s focus on Octavious and Goblin. In comparing the two I think most people would agree Octavious is the more heinous of the two. Goblin takes on the role of a mob boss. He runs a crime empire, exploiting the defenseless in New york. It’s nothing new and he’s even somewhat sympathetic ‘I’m finished with freakshows’, you can understand how he got where he is. This is not to say he isn’t a villain but he very much fits the ‘villain with a tragic backstory’. People look at him like he is a monster, we, the reader, start out the story knowing what he is.

Whereas Octavious is not even remotely sympathetic because there is no empathizing with how he ended up there and why he does what he does. He is not only othered by his actions but also by the narrative for his disability(it’s important to acknowledge the ableism in his story but that is another post). Ultimately his delusions and the acts he commits make him a much more sinister monster than Norman, despite Norman actually having stereotypical qualities of a monster.

Then we have Huma and Shocker from the 2020 run. Huma is the closest person we see who is in a similar situation to Peter in terms of the spider god. While we don’t know all the details, whether she is the same as Peter, bearing a curse of power, or the actual god. Either way she presents as human and is not treated differently than any other human woman. At the end of the series we realize how corrupt she is and that she’s been working with Nazi’s, not necessarily for the ideology but to achieve what she wants. Her transformation is the nail in her coffin of her monsterous perception. The question is did we need her to look like a monster to see her as one?

In general we are left with more questions and theories than answers.

But onto my subjective answers to the questions. My answers might change over time so don’t hold me to them.

Of course it matters if Peter has humanity. Peter Parker across the board is one of the characters who HAS to hold himself to a moral code or he falls apart and becomes the villain(well maybe not the villain but you know what I mean) of the story. He holds back during fights and has a no kill policy for a reason.(Good men don’t need rules, today is not the day to find out why I have so many.-dr.who) But noir Peter isn’t your typical Peter. He kills, he maims, he doesn’t hold back. With that said, he still is held together by his morality. It’s just different than what we are used to seeing from Peter, but don’t mistake that as a lack of morality. However, do I think it’s a very real possibility that this morality could be eroded over time especially considering his home world and the above circumstances? Absolutely. Peter is someone who historically needs someone to ground him and ‘make’ him human. This is normally May Parker, Mary Jane, Gwen Stacy, occasionally Harry Osborn, Daredevil, Johnny Storm, and Flash Thompson, and the ghost of Ben Parker. Dude lives by a passing saying of a dead relative, he clearly doesn’t have a super solid moral compass. I think this is part of the reason the noir comics kept his relationship with May and Mary Jane(I disagree but whatever whatever), because he needs support to stay grounded.

Now, under what circumstances is Peter no longer Peter? I’m going with the Iodine Clock titration theory. Just drop after drop of ‘changes’ and morally questionable decisions that don’t seem to hold much weight, until he does something truly off the reservation. Like seeing himself do something truly horrific that a couple years ago he would have never done and shocking himself out of it. Or looks in the mirror and doesn’t see a person staring back. For either circumstance, because he’s appalled with himself or struck by the fact he doesn’t really care. This is not to say I don’t think he could come back from this but holy shit will it be a process.

But it brings us back to ‘If there is too much power then it is the responsibility of the people to take it away.’ Peter losing his humanity puts him in the Goblin’s place as the one with great power that cannot be trusted from the first comic. Whether it’s the resurrections, the spider god ‘replacing’ parts of him, or him just being pushed to the brink mentally that does it. Whether the change is physical, neurological, spiritual, or mental. This ‘Peter’ is not the Peter we first meet in 1932.

This is a different ship, and you can sail and stay on the same course in memory of, or under the false pretense of being, the original as many times as you want, but you cannot bring back the parts you replaced and undo the ‘improvements’ you made. But that doesn’t need to make Peter a monster.

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Chapter 20.1:

Ask me what I learned from all those years…

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Charles POV:

"I’m scared for her, JK. I mean I could see over the past weeks that this whole shit started taking its toll on her… but today? I’ve never seen her like this… I never saw her being this lost, this devastated… this broken." I said quietly and handed him a bottle of water.

"Right now the only thing you can do is to be there for her. Support her. Show her that she’s not alone. And please stop her from reading all of this bullshit!" he sighed.

"Is she sleeping now?" Andrea asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, I just made sure that she’s all dry and put her in some warm clothes and she was gone already…" I mumbled and he patted my shoulder.

"What do we know about this guy who wrote that article? I’ve seen his blog plop up all over the internet in the last months? It’s almost like he’s on a personal vendetta against Lizzie?" JK asked, checking the blog who published the article on my iPad.

"It’s this Spanish dude, he asked some really disgusting questions in the beginning of the season… he said he met Lizzie once during her season in the WSeries and she was apparently rude to him…" I said, taking the iPad JK handed me and read through the article.

"Lizzie? Our Lizzie rude? He must’ve deserved it, otherwise it can’t be true, Lizzie is never rude!" Andrea said and I nodded.

"I know, right?" I replied as my phone rang and I picked it up "Oh wait, that’s Juergen… hi Juergen, how are you?"

"Charles, where’s Lizzie? She doesn’t answer her phone? I need to talk to her." something in his voice made me cautious.

"Umm… she’s asleep, she had a pretty bad day. What happened? Is everyone okay?" I asked, preparing for the worst as JK and Andrea both looked up.

"Umm… Charles she needs to come home… it’s Hans… he died last night." Juergen said quietly and I gasped.

"Oh god, no…" I whispered.

"If you don’t want to tell her, then I can call later when she’s awake and tell her…" he said but I shook my head.

"No, it’s okay. I’ll tell her. We will fly home tomorrow." I replied.

"Okay… thank you, Charles. Take care of her. We love you guys!" Juergen said.

"We love you too, see you tomorrow." I hung up and leaned back into the sofa, closing my eyes.

"What happened?" Andrea asked and I groaned a little, sitting back up.

"It’s Hans, Lizzie’s mentor, he died last night…" I answered and JK sighed.

"Poor girl…" Andrea whispered and JK nodded agreeing.

"I have to tell her…" I groaned.

"I’m sorry." JK said and I played with a loose thread on the sleeve of my sweater.

"This could be her final straw… after everything that’s been going on these past days? Now this?" I burried my face in my hands and leaned back.

"You’ll be by her side. You’ll be there for her! That’s all you can do now. And it will be enough." JK assured me.

"You two were always there for each other! Always by your sides. You’ll get her through this!" Andrea added.

"I have to." I sighed.

When Andrea and JK left I wanted to prepare a soup for Lizzie, she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and when she’ll wake up I wanted her to have something to eat, without having to cook. I wasn’t the best when it came to cooking, which was the reason why Lizzie always cooked for us, but now it was my turn to take care of her, so I did what I had to do, in order to prepare a warm meal for Lizzie.

"Charles, how are my two little love birds doing?" Maman asked and I had to smile a little.

"We’re… okay. Lizzie had a rough day, with everything that was being said and written about her these past few weeks, but especially last weekend… yeah she’s a bit down…" I sighed a little and sat down at the kitchen counter.

"Oh no, my poor girl. How is she holding up?" she sounded worried.

"We were outside and then were surprised by the rain, when we got home I just dried her up and put her in some warm clothes and now she’s sleeping for the last 2 hours. I want to cook her something…" I began but got interrupted.

"Charles, that��s a sweet thought, but you don’t want to put her through even more today, right?" Maman chuckled a little.

"That’s why I’m calling you! I want to make her a soup. Just something warm that gives her a little energy… I have to break some sad news to her…" I mumbled.

"What happened?" Maman whispered.

"Her mentor, Hans, he died last night." I said and I heard her gasp.

"Oh god! That poor little thing! She has to go through so much! You’re a good boyfriend… a soup… umm- if Lizzie did the groceries I know you must have a lot of veggies in the fridge?" Maman asked and I got up and opened the fridge.

"Carrots, broccoli, bell paper? Oh and there must be a pumpkin and some sweet potatoes somewhere. Okay. What do I do?" I asked and waited for instructions.

"Carrots, pumpkin and sweet potatoes. Do you have onions?" she asked and I looked around.

"Yeah. There are onions as well." I said and grabbed some from a net "Is it difficult? Do you think I can do that? Cook a soup?"

"It’s easy, Charles, you can’t do anything wrong here!" Maman sounded confident and began to give me instructions on how to prepare the soup. We went through everything step by step and by the time the veggies roasted in the oven and the veggie stock was simmering on the stove I was convinced that I did something wrong.

"Are you sure that’s it? Just throw it all in the blender until it has the right consistency? That sounds awfully easy… I don’t think that it works like this!" I laughed.

"Believe me Charles, it is not that difficult, you just make it difficult! You can do this! Just don’t let it all burn and you’ll be good!" Maman laughed now as well "It’s going to be fine. Just don’t put too much seasoning in, just a little bit, then wait for a while before you taste it and then you can still decide if it needs more flavour!"

"Okay… thank you, Maman! I’ll tell you how it tastes later on!" I thanked her.

"Take care of Lizzie, Charles. I love you." and with that she hung up and I stood in front of the stove, watching the veggie stock simmer away. I set a timer and sat at the counter, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter. I knew that Lizzie was getting a lot of hate online, but I didn’t know how bad it really was. People were downright tearing her apart. There were whole accounts that were against her, posting straight up lies. Disgusting things were said. Not just about Lizzie, also about her alleged relationship with every other driver on the grid, but worst of all they were saying horrible things about our family. With every new Tweet, post or comment I read I felt my blood boiling up to the point where I had to put my phone down. My hands shaking with pure rage. I cracked my knuckles. Trying to calm down. I had to stop Lizzie from reading this bullshit. I flinched when the timer went off and stood up, opening the oven. The veggies looked nicely roasted, I turned off the oven and checked the veggie stock. Then I did exactly what Mum told me, scraped the veggies off the baking tray into the blender, poured in some of the veggie stock and put the lid on. Before I started the blender I closed the door, not wanting to wake up Lizzie. I started the blender and watched how it all turned into a thick mash, then poured more of the stock in until the soup had the perfect consistency. I poured the soup back in the pot, letting it simmer and took out a spoon to taste it and for some reason it tasted good. Maybe a little more seasoning and it would be perfect. I almost couldn’t believe it. I turned off the stove and cleaned the kitchen. A loud thunder made me flinch and I was almost sure that Lizzie would be awake now. Slowly I opened the bedroom door and looked inside. It looked like she was still sleeping so I turned around.

"I’m awake…" she whispered and I walked back in "I was listening to the thunder." Lizzie loved thunderstorms, so I walked to the window and opened the curtains, to reveal the dark and cloudy sky. Lightnings chasing each other.

"How do you feel?" I asked her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I would feel better if you’d cuddle with me…" she smiled a little and I happily obliged, climbing right behind her, her warm back pressed against me "Mhhh much better!"

"I made you a soup… you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast!" I kissed her shoulder.

"You made a soup?" she sounded a little cautious.

"Yes, with a little help. I tasted it. It’s good." I laughed and Lizzie snuggled deeper into me.

"Thank you." she turned her head a little and kissed my nose "I would love to try your soup!"

"Alright, then come on, pretty girl." I sat up, climbed over her and pulled her out of the bed "You have to taste it first and maybe it needs more seasoning? But I thought I’m not doing too much, before I ruin it."

"I’m sure it’ll be fine!" she smiled at me as we walked into the kitchen and I was a little nervous when she stirred the soup and then tasted it "That’s really good! Maybe a little more pepper? Some chili flakes? But I’m doing that in my bowl, I like it more spicy than you."

"Alright, grab something to drink and pick a movie or something, I’ll heat up the soup and bring it to you!" I said and Lizzie gave me a little kiss before she left with our drinks. I followed her shortly after with two bowls of soup.

"Here you go." I handed her the bowl and she smiled at me.

"Thank you, mon cœur!" she ate her first spoon full and her smile got even wider "I have to say, that’s a really good soup! Maybe from now on you can cook every now and then?"

"Well, if my mum is okay with me calling her and giving me step by step instructions, then sure!" I laughed.

"I could do that! I could teach you how to cook! Like seriously! I mean not that I didn’t try it over the years…" she tilted her head a little and I thought about it.

"Yeah, maybe during summer break? When we have all the time in the world!" I agreed and Lizzie nodded. We fell into a comfortable silence, eating our soup and watching tv. As I sat down our empty bowls, I took a deep breath. I had to tell her about Hans now. I dreaded it, my palms were getting sweaty.

"Mon amour? Can we… umm- can we talk?" I looked at her and she sighed a little.

"I was wondering when you would wanted to talk about it. But Charles, I’m okay… or… I will be…" she smiled but I shook my head, gently taking her hands in mine.

"That’s not it, I mean yeah, I do want to talk about what happened earlier but… umm something happened… your Dad called earlier…" I began and swallowed hard, looking at her, her face now laced with worry "Mon amour, I’m so sorry, but Hans died last night…" Lizzie flinched and squeezed my hands, almost crushing them.

"He’s gone?" her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes…" I cupped her cheek, tears streaming down her face "I’m so, so sorry, Lizzie…" I pulled her into me, hugging her tight as she let out a heartbreaking sob, body shaking violently "I booked us a flight tomorrow morning. We’re going home." I whispered and kissed her head "I’m so sorry, mon amour."

"I couldn’t say goodbye! I thought I would be able to see him one last time…" her voice was hoarse from crying.

"I know, but he knew that you were thinking of him! Always!" I tried to soothe her pain, calm her down. I had lost every sense of time when her crying stopped and her breathing evened out, she fell asleep. I lifted her up carefully and carried her into our bedroom, where I gently laid her down, pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead. I began to pack our suitcases, not knowing if I would come back before Silverstone, I packed for the race weekend as well. Then I stored away the rest of the soup, texting mum to come and pick it up the next day. When I came back to the bedroom Lizzie was awake, looking at me.

"Do you really think he knew that I thought a lot about him? Whenever I was gone?" she whispered and I nodded.

"Of course! He knew how much he meant to you!" I answered and Lizzie smiled a little.

"That’s good. Can you come to bed? I don’t want to be alone…" she looked at me with pleading eyes and I nodded, pulling off my hoodie, before snuggling in next to her. She immediately scooted closer "Thank you." she whispered as she settled her head on my chest.

"Everything for you, mon amour."

I stood in front of my bed, the black dress and blazer making it all to real. I sighed and took off the bathrobe. The dress felt cold, stiff, scratchy against my skin. I walked over to the mirror, grabbed my brush and quickly brushed my hair back, tied it together to a loose bun at the back of my neck. Then I slipped into the black heels and stared at my reflection. I didn’t know how long I stood there or when the tears started falling, but when the door slowly opened and Charles walked in I flinched.

"Mon armour? We’re ready…" he said quietly and I looked at his reflection. His black suit and tie made him look older, serious. He walked up to me, hugged me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder, he gently kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes "I’m here for you… we all are." he whispered in my ear and I could feel his warm breath fanning over my skin, tickling me. I swallowed hard and nodded.

"I can’t believe that he’s gone…" I began but my voice broke.

"I know. But you know that he will always be with you. No matter what. He was so proud of you!" he said and turned me around, engulfing me into a tight hug "Now let’s go… they’re waiting for us." I nodded and Charles let go of me, grabbing my blazer and helping me into it. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and Charles held out his hand for me to take. I smiled at him, thankful to having him by my side.

Charles held my hand throughout the whole funeral service, the burial and later on as we sat together in the little separate room of Hans’ favourite restaurant.

"Lizzie? Hi, umm can we talk for a moment?" Jens, Hans son, asked me and I nodded, getting up.

"I’ll be back in a moment." I said to Charles and he nodded, kissing my cheek. I followed Jens and he stopped outside the restaurant.

"Thank you, for your speech at the service… I know that Hans would’ve loved it!" he began and I smiled a little "Ha- dad and I, we never got along that well… when he and my mother divorced, I was 12, she moved away with me, so dad and I didn’t see each other often after that… I came back for two weeks each summer, sometimes over Christmas, but that was it… we never had anything in common. I was never interested in karting, motorsports in general. Neither are my kids…"

"He still loved you, he talked about you and your kids quiet often." I said and he smiled.

"Yeah? That’s nice to hear. We had a big fight a couple of years ago when my mum passed away. I said some ugly things. We never spoke much afterwards…" he sighed a little and I squeezed his shoulder "But when we talked, he always talked about you. He was so proud of you! You meant so much to him!"

"He was an amazing mentor, everything I achieved was because of him…" I had to swallow hard, to not cry again.

"It’s not official yet, because the testament is obviously still sealed. But he told me a couple of weeks ago, the karting track and the academy, it’s yours. He wanted you to become the new owner. Well you and your dad, as far as I know…" he explained and I was taken aback "You don’t have to keep it. You can sell it, it should be worth something, together with the business accounts, that’ll be a good amount of money." I shook my head.

"No, if he really wanted me to have it, I won’t sell it!" I said immediately.

"I’m happy that you think so, I mean I never really cared for the track, but it was his life, his legacy… it should stay like this!" he smiled and I nodded.

"It will stay like this!" I promised him, although still shocked.

"Lizzie? Where here." Charles said and I blinked "Come on sleepy head. Let’s go." he offered me his hand and helped me out of the van, a bunch of photographers and fans screaming for us, mostly Charles, but here and there my name was yelled "We can just go in. No one would say something…"

"No, it’s fine." I slipped down my sunglasses and put on a fake smile, walking past the security guys to the barriers they put around the entrance of the hotel "Hi guys!" I signed caps, shirts, flags, miniatures of my car, just about everything and posed for an undefined amount of selfies.

"You’ll win this weekend! I just know it!" a young girl said while two guys next to her snorted "I don’t care what everyone else is saying! You’ll be the winner!" I smiled at her and signed her cap "And these are for you! I made them myself!" she handed me 2 bracelets and I put them on immediately.

"Thank you so much! I will try my best to win!" I said and she beamed at me.

"Miss Doetterer, it’s getting too much. Too many people. We have to leave." one of the security guards said and I nodded, I turned to the crowd and waved one last time before I followed him inside, Charles behind me.

"Thank you." Charles said to the security guard and put his arm around me, his hand resting on my waist, as he lead us to the next elevator where dad was waiting for us, entering it with us.

"Here’s your room key. 7th floor. I’m on the 5th. I see you guys later for dinner, alright?" he said and left when the doors opened at the 5th floor.

"Yeah, we’ll see you later!" Charles nodded and we rode up to the 7th floor "Come on, cara mia. That’s our floor." he squeezed my waist a little and I looked up, then I grabbed by backpack from the suitcase and put it on "Here, take the room key, I’ll take the suitcases. Let’s go." I walked up to our room and opened it for us, holding the door for Charles. Inside I opened up my suitcase and grabbed a leggings, a hoodie and my toiletry bag.

"Okay we seriously need to talk about how many of my hoodies you’ve stolen!" Charles chuckled and looked on the bed, where indeed another one of his hoodies laid.

"I can’t even tell? A lot? They’re just so comfy! And they smell like you!" I pouted a little and he pinched my side.

"When you wash them, they don’t smell like me anymore!" he said and I laughed sheepishly "Or at least I would think so? Oh my god, am I that smelly that the scent stays on even after washing?"

"What? No! Of course not!" I said and Charles looked relieved.

"Good! But still… stop stealing my hoodies!" he grabbed me around my waist and lifted me up.

"No! Why do I have a boyfriend if not for stealing his hoodies and t-shirts?" I laughed and Charles let us fall onto the bed.

"That’s the only reason?" he asked while tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Hmm… let me think…" I pretended to think and he started tickling me.

"Oh come on!" he laughed and I tried to wriggle away from him "Nope pretty girl, your not getting away…" he pulled me closer into him, keeping his tickle attack going on.

"Okay, okay! Stop! I surrender!" I said out of breath and Charles stopped "There are plenty of other reasons! Not just wearing your clothes!"

"Name just one…" Charles looked at me and I thought for a second.

"Knowing that there is someone I can always come home to, who is there for me no matter what, someone who would do everything for me, without expecting anything in return… someone who just loves me the way I am… that’s a damn good reason…" I said and the words haven’t even left my mouth as Charle gently grabbed my chin and pulled me close, crushing his lips onto mine, kissing me with abandon. A searing fire rushed through my veins and I puffed out a breath when Charles pulled back and looked at me.

"Damn good reason indeed…" he whispered and kissed the tip of my nose before he sat up "Now come on. Let’s have dinner with the others and then call it a day. Tomorrow will be a long day!" he got up and pulled me up as well.

"I’m dreading tomorrow… they will ask me about Hans…" I sighed a little, eyes teary.

"I know… but when it’s getting too much, leave. You don’t owe them anything! And if you need me, call me, I try to be there for you as much as possible…" he gently wiped away the single stray tear that slipped down my cheek.

"Another damn good reason: having someone to wipe away my tears and always comforts me…" I smiled.

"Always…"

"Hi Lizzie, first of all, sincere condolences from our whole team, it must be hard coming here after such a tough week. How are you?" Natalie Pinkham asked and smiled sympathetically at me.

"Thank you guys, I really appreciate it! I mean it’s not easy… obviously. Hans is- was the one who discovered… well, me, he was the one who brought me into karting. Thanks to him I’m here today, so yeah, I’m okay… it’s all a bit overwhelming, but if Hans taught me one thing, then it is resilience and strength…" I answered and she nodded.

"We heard that you have a special helmet for this weekend? Can you tell us a little bit about it?" she asked next and I smiled.

"Yeah, I was a little scared that it might not be realisable, it was on such short notice because, I mean death is unfortunately unforeseeable, but the guys delivered and I’m more than happy with how the helmet turned out. It’s basically a replica of my very first helmet Hans gifted me when I was starting in his academy. The same colours, the same design. I added some of my favourite pictures of him along, to have him here by my side in Silverstone, which was after the Nurburgring his favourite racetrack. He drove in the 80s as a development driver for an F1 team here and loved the track." I explained, thinking about how Hans always raved about how much he loved Silverstone.

"Speaking of the track, what is possible for Audi this weekend? You brought an upgrade as we heard?"

"If the upgrade works out the way we hope it will? A lot is possible, we have to see in practice how the car will adjust to the track and how far the upgrade will be able to bring us, but I’m optimistic."

"I’m sure you’ll be doing amazing and make Hans proud this weekend!" Natalie said and I nodded.

"I will do my very best!" I said my goodbyes and Julie patted my arm.

"Come on, where done for today. That’s enough." she smiled at me and I was more than thankful to be done with the interviews.

"Tough day?" Charles asked as he walked into our hotel room and saw me splayed out on the bed.

"Hmm." I mumbled, not moving. Being asked at least a dozen times about Hans today really drained me.

"I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you more. We had at least 5 sponsoring events alongside the media day. I couldn’t quiet catch a break…" Charles sighed when he sat down next to me "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No… it was okay… I mean it was exhausting being asked over and over again how I’m feeling and about Hans in general. But it’s part of the game, no?" I said, still not moving. The tension in my neck and shoulders getting worse.

"I saw it. They asked me as well, but more about you…" Charles leaned down to look at my face "You look drained. Have you eaten something?"

"Yeah, I had a little something with Dad and JK earlier. I just came back after and fell straight to bed." I groaned and slowly turned on my back, rolling my shoulder blades, face scrunching up a little.

"Are you okay?" Charles gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him "You seem a little tense?"

"I am tense, but that’s okay, nothing bad!" I answered and Charles nodded a little.

"Okay? Did you shower yet?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders a little "And that means?"

"I hopped under the shower at the track, just a quick one." I said and Charles pecked my lips and got up.

"We should take a long, hot shower now… what do you say?" he smiled and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah, sounds good, I just need 5 minutes…" I had to suppress a yawn and Charles chuckled a little.

"Take your time, I’ll heat up the bathroom a little, make sure your towel is warm and toasty… I’ll get you when I’m done!" one last kiss on my forehead and he disappeared into the bathroom and I yawned.

"Come on, pretty girl. The bathroom is ready!" Charles gentle voice coaxed me out of my slumber and I slowly sat up.

"I dozed off a little…" I mumbled, checking the time.

"Yeah but just for 15 minutes or so… up with you." he pulled me up but my knees buckled a little, still groggy from dozing off "Ok, come here." Charles lifted me up and on instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck "Let’s go." he carried me inside the bathroom, setting me down on the vanity. I leaned against his warm body, sighing a little "Arms up." he whispered and I obliged, then he pulled my shirt over my head, next followed my sweat pants, socks and underwear. Goosebumps spread over my skin and I began to shiver a little "Almost done!" Charles shrugged out of his clothes and then lifted me up again, carrying me to the bathtub, filled with steaming water.

"You don’t like to bathe?" I asked but Charles just chuckled a little, carefully stepping into the tub, letting me down.

"I’m not the biggest fan, no, but I figured a hot bath and a nice shoulder massage would be good for you… so come on." he sat down, motioning for me to sit in between his legs and I followed suit. I snuggled into his chest, the hot water engulfing me and I felt my body relaxing.

"Mhhh that feels good." I whispered and Charles began to massage my shoulders and neck and I let out a little moan, the tension already loosening.

"Just relax, cara mia. I got you…" Charles kissed the side of my head and continued his ministrations, making me relax further into him.

"Careful, or I get used to this and expect it every night from you!" I giggled a little and as Charles chuckled I felt the vibrations of his body in my back.

"I wouldn’t mind." he simply said, kissing my shoulder "I absolutely wouldn’t mind."

After an extraordinary good FP1 I hid away with Charles for a little, trying to calm down.

"Oh my god! Look at that! Cara mia, you were flying!" Charles said as he watched the replay of my last lap in FP1 on his phone.

"The car feels amazing. The new rear wing? It stabilises the car so freaking much! It’s like I’m driving a new car!" I was more than happy. The car felt amazing. So far it looked like the upgrade worked.

"Valtteri gets it now as well?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"I have a good feeling for this weekend. I don’t like to say that, you know me, but I really have a good feeling…" I almost whispered it and he smiled putting his arm around my shoulders.

"It’s good to feel confident! You can do this! That was an amazing FP1 and if you continue like this? Cara mia, you’ll be on pole and win this weekend! I can feel it…" Charles kissed my temple.

"Oh yeah? You can feel it?" I chuckled and he nodded.

"Yup. I can feel it. Believe me!" he said and pushed himself off of the box we were sitting on behind the hospitalities "You’ll do amazing! I know it!" he leaned in and captured my lips with his and a tingling sensation ran through my body. I felt his hands gently cupping my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with determination, as if he wanted to put some emphasis behind his words. I got lost in his touch as someone cleared his throat and we flinched, pulling apart.

"I’m sorry. Umm- Charles, we need you in the garage…" Laurent Mekies looked at us with big eyes and I blushed.

"Yeah. I’m coming in a couple of minutes!" Charles said and Mekies nodded, then turned around and walked away "Can you please breathe?" he looked at me and I let out the breath I didn’t knew I was holding in "Hey! Lizzie! Look at me! It’s okay. I’ll talk to him!" he cupped my cheeks again and made me look at him "It’s okay! Please, cara mia, don’t worry!"

"Okay… it’s okay…" I whispered and Charles kissed my forehead "Go. Before he comes back!" I laughed a little and he hugged me tight.

"I don’t care. I’ll say goodbye to my gorgeous girl as long as I want to!" he chuckled and I pushed him off of me "Hey! Not nice!" he pinched my side a little.

"Go! Now!" I laughed and he sighed dramatically.

"Okay, okay! I leave!" he gave me one last little peck on the lips and sprinted away. I sighed and jumped off of the box, but as I wanted to walk back into my team‘s hospitality I saw him. Salva Diaz. Making his way to me. Murderous look on his face. I turned around abruptly and walked as fast as I could towards the paddock, where I bumped into Seb, who was on his way back to Aston Martin.

"Hey Lizzie! Amazing FP1!" he said and I turned around searching frantically for Diaz "Are you okay?" he followed my look and held my arm.

"I thought I saw someone…" I swallowed and looked back at Seb.

"Someone? Who? You looked panicked?" he asked and I shook my head.

"No! No, it’s all good!" I tried to appease him but he only cocked his eyebrows.

"Okay… but it’s good that I see you. I wanted to let you know, that the FIA and Co. are banning that Spanish reporter for the next 10 races. That article he wrote? He had no proof, couldn’t name his source, it was all a lie anyways, but yeah. He won’t be in the paddock for a while. I mean I haven’t seen him around a lot lately, but still." Seb smiled at me and I felt relieved, although I knew that his posts would be horrible in the next weeks "Don’t worry, he’s blacklisted now. One more step over the line and he’s out forever. They will monitor his blog now. I don’t think that he would risk that just to keep going his vendetta against you… he wouldn’t be this stupid."

"Yeah, surely not… when did they tell him about his ban? Like is he here? Did he receive an email?" I asked but Seb shrugged his shoulders.

"Honestly, I don’t know. They just told me that… probably an email? A call from a press officer? Doesn’t matter, he’s gone for the next months!" he nudged my shoulder and I forced a smile.

"Yeah! Amazing…" I said and Seb said his goodbyes and left. I turned back to the little alley between the hospitalities but no sign of Diaz. Maybe I was going crazy? He wasn’t here. He was banned. I wouldn’t have to face him for at least 10 races.

"Lizzie? We’re looking everywhere for you! Come on! FP2 starts in 45min!" Matt put his arm around my shoulder and guided me back to our garage, I turned around one last time, no Diaz, all in my head.

"Sorry, I was completely lost in my thoughts!" I muttered and Matt laughed.

"It’s okay, little one!" he said and I groaned "Stop being all grumpy! Let’s go!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever…" I laughed as we entered our garage, where I prepared for FP2.

"Ready? Then let’s go!" Pete gave me the thumbs up and I drove out of the garage.

"Lizzie, give us some feedback about the set-up changes." Pete radioed.

"Copy. Who’s in front?" I replied.

"Russell. Albon. Hamilton."

"Out lap?”

"Yes. Yes. No."

"Alright."

I started my flying lap, literally flying, I breezed past Russell first, 2 turns later past Albon. The new set up felt good. It gave me more straight line speed and as I crossed the finish line and looked up at the results I cheered a little, seeing myself in P1.

"Fantastic lap, Lizzie! We box now."

"Copy."

I drove into the pits, where my crew was awaiting me, rolling me back into our garage. They sat up my screens and Matt handed me my bottle, right as I watched Charles claiming P1, pushing me back on P2.

"Damn, he’s flying!" I said and Matt looked at the screen chuckling, then bending down.

"You could threat him with no sex if he’s too fast…" he laughed and I hit his arm.

"Shut it, you idiot!" I had to laugh as well.

"I’m just saying!" he shrugged his shoulders and I rolled my eyes.

"Let’s wait for the results after FP3, if I’m worried he’s snatching that pole away, I’ll reconsider it!" I said and Matt gave me the thumbs up, laughing.

"Ready?" he asked and I took one last look on my laps, where I had to improve.

"Ready!" I nodded and drove back on track.

"Come on cara mia! Your dad is waiting!" Charles said and I groaned a little.

"I need 2 minutes! That’s all!" I said and straightened my hair as good as possible "Why do we even have to go out for dinner? We could’ve just went to the bistro here in the hotel."

"Your dad wanted to have a nice dinner!" he answered and I walked out of the bathroom "You look gorgeous!"

"Oh shush!" I rolled my eyes "It’s nothing special… I didn’t really pack any fancy clothes!" I looked down at the casual and comfy black dress that I was wearing, paired with my Converse "I didn’t even bring nice shoes with me…" I grabbed my bag and Charles smiled at me.

"I don’t know how often I have to tell you, you look always perfect to me. And I really like your outfit. So come on. We don’t want to let Pops wait for too long, he stretched out his hand and I grabbed it. We left our room and met up with dad in the lobby. In the car to the restaurant dad looked at me every now and then and I cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked him and he looked up.

"What?" he replied and I sighed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don’t know? I don’t look at you?" be looked out of the window and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever…" I mumbled and Charles chuckled a little.

"Why are you this grumpy?" Dad asked and I looked at him.

"I’m not grumpy! I’m hungry and tired and you drag me now to a fancy restaurant instead of just eating at the hotel. In my bed. With sweatpants on." I groaned and he laughed.

"Are you maybe grumpy because a certain someone was faster than you with his last lap." he wiggled his eyebrows and I kicked his shin "Ouch! I’m just joking! Gosh, you’re horrible when you’re hungry!"

"I second that!" Charles said and I shot him a glare "But it’s adorable! You’re horribly adorable when hungry!"

"Save it…" I said and looked out of the window again.

"Now she’s mad at me because of you!" Charles chuckled and Dad laughed.

"Your girlfriend. Your problem." he said simply as the car stopped "And now let’s go!" he got out, followed by Charles and then me "Oh and just so you know, that’s not a fancy restaurant, it’s actually a burger place." he winked at Charles who smiled, guiding me towards the doors, his hand on the small of my back. Dad opened up the door and held it for us, we walked through and before I could even take the place in two little humans already hugged me tight around my waist.

"SURPRISE!" a whole bunch of people shouted and I looked down, Liam and Benji smiling up at me.

"What the…" I said and looked up again. Family and friends gathered together. Mum, Sissy, Marcus, Pascale, Lorenzo, Arthur, Daniel, Shima, Joris, JK and Andrea smiling at me. Plus the little ones, still hugging me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked leaning down, kissing first Benji, then Liam on the cheek. Liam letting go of me to jump at Charles who immediately picked him up.

"Hey Bubba." he said and tickled Liams sides.

"Hey Charlie." he said and smiled happily.

"Hi Benji." Charles scooped him up as well and walked with them to the table, greeting everyone.

"We thought you could use some extra support this weekend…" Dad whispered to me and threw his arm around my shoulders, guiding me to my support group.

"I don’t even know what to say." I said as Mum already pulled me into her arms "Thank you guys so much for coming." I hugged everyone and we sat down. "You guys have no idea how happy I am that you’re here!"

"Happy, that you came here now?" Charles chuckled and I nodded.

"Yep. Very." I said and we sat down.

"Can we see your car tomorrow, Charlie?" Benji asked and Liam made big eyes.

"Yeah sure! You can all come to my garage!" Charles said.

"Hold your horses! I thought you’re here for me!" I said, fake pouting.

"We are! But we like Ferrari…" Liam said a little apprehensive but I just laughed.

"It’s okay, Bubba! Really!" I pinched his site a little and he leaned into Charles.

"Can you both win together?" he asked then and Charles chuckled a little.

"Unfortunately not, Bubba. Would be cool tho." he answered and Liam sighed.

"What a shame…" he said and we all laughed "But you could do a 1-2 right? One of you wins and the other one come second?"

"That we can do!" I said and Liam and Benji cheered.

"So can you do that please?" Benji asked.

"Yes please!" Liam added and Charlee looked at me.

"You heard them, cara mia! We have to do it!" he said and I smiled.

"Yeah, I guess we have to now."

I watched how Charles sat first Benji and then Liam into his car, showing them something on his steering wheel.

"He’s damn good with kids." Julie said as she stood next to me and I smiled.

"He was always amazing with kids, but especially with Liam." I said as we watched how Charles lifted Liam out of the car, hugging him and laughing together, while Benji sat on the halo and laughed with them.

"He’s a little whirlwind, I mean they both are, but Liam a little more." Julie said and I nodded.

"Yeah Liam is a little… a little special." I replied as Benji ran out of Charles garage, straight to us, Charles and Liam behind.

"Did you see that, Lizzie? We sat in the Ferrari! In Charles’ Ferrari!" Benji almost screamed excitedly.

"Yeah! How cool was that!" I said as Charles stood next to me, with Liam still in his arms "Did you have fun Bubba?"

"It was so cool! It’s Ferrari! Your car is cool too, Lizzie! But it’s Ferrari! Ferrari!" he said and I laughed.

"It’s okay Bubba!" I chuckled and kissed his cheek "But now you gotta go back to your parents. We have to prepare for quali."

"Alright kiddos, I see you later!" Charles set Liam down and leaned in but I looked at him in shock "Oh- fuck… umm- sorry, Lizzie. I don’t know why I- sorry!"

"It’s okay, nothing happened!" I chuckled and kissed his cheek, then he ruffled Benjis hair and left us.

"Come on kiddos!" I said and took their hands, leading them back into our garage, where my brother waited already.

"So, how was Charles car?" he asked and both kids started to talk enthusiastically.

"Okay, you got them, I get ready!" I said and waved them goodbye for now.

"Ready, Lizzie?" Matt asked as I climbed in the car.

"Yep! I have a very good feeling about quali! I only have to watch out for Charles, he’s flying!" I said and sat down.

"You can do it!" Pete chimed in and I nodded.

"I try my best." I closed my visor and drove out of the pits.

I warmed my tires and accelerated as I crossed the finish line and my first flying lap was solid.

"That’s P3 for now. Charles, Sainz, Hamilton, Russell behind on their fast laps."

"Alright."

I made it into Q2 on P4. I checked the data and looked to the right, where Liam and Benji cheered for me. I gave them the thumbs up before I drove out of the garage again.

"Alright Lizzie, for now you’re safe! Do another outlaw and then push, push, push!"

"Let’s go."

P2.

"Charles is flying! He sets fastest lap after lap!" I said and checked my own lap times.

"You can do it!" Pete said and I nodded.

"Try my best!"

I prepared my tires and pushed hard.

"And that’s P1 for now. Fastest sectors 2 and 3. Charles just set the fastest time in sector 1."

"Do I have time for another lap?"

"If you’re fast."

"Alright."

"Charles also fastest in sector 2."

"Copy."

"Yellow flag. Yellow flag."

"Nooo!" why now? But then I saw the red flag "FUCK!"

"That’s it Lizzie. They won’t resume the session. You’re on pole! THAT’S P1!"

"What? WHAT? But Charles?"

"The yellow flag came when he was in the last turn! He’s in P2! You’ve done it! Woooohoooo!" Pete screamed and I had to laugh.

"FUCKING HELL! Pole? Oh my god!" I couldn’t believe it. My first ever pole position in F1.

I jumped out of the car, straight into Charles arms.

"Congrats! Amazing lap!" he said and I shook my head.

"I’m so sorry! That would’ve been your pole if it wasn’t for that yellow flag or rather red flag…" I said but Charles shook his head.

"Stop it! You did amazing! You deserve it." he said and hugged me tight before he released me and gently tapped his helmet against mine, as if he wanted to lean his forehead against mine "Like I said! I have a feeling that you’ll win this weekend!"

"Oh stop it! The race is a different story!" I chuckled and he just laughed.

"You’ll see!" he said and I walked up to my team, who gave me a loud and warm welcome. Everyone cheering and congratulating me.

"Fantastic job! Your first pole!" Pete hugged me and Felix pushed him off to hug me himself.

"Amazing, Lizzie! Tomorrow you’ll show the world how much you deserve this seat!" he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Jeez! No pressure, right?" I laughed a little.

"Little pressure never killed nobody. Just saying." he chuckled and patted my shoulder.

"I guess so." I replied.

"But why did you get a penalty for that?" Benji asked as Charles poured in some water into his cup.

"Because I didn’t slow down fast enough when the yellow flag was waved. That’s a sign to slow down because there is some danger on the track. It’s a warning sign. And I didn’t do it fast enough." Charles sighed a little.

"Oh, that’s not good." Benji said quietly and Charles chuckled a little.

"Nope, it’s not. But it’s like this." he said and leaned back, watching how Liam fought with his spaghetti "I’ll do now something, you have to promise me you’ll never tell any Italian person, okay?" he said and took Liams plate, cutting the spaghetti "That’s a sin for them. So this will be our secret, okay?" Liam nodded smiling as Charles shoved his plate back into place and Liam began to eat.

"I’m really sorry, Charles." I said, poking my salad, not really hungry.

"What for? It was my fault, I was like in a tunnel and just saw it too late. My mistake." he shrugged his shoulders "Don’t worry about it."

"But you look sad…" Liam said and Charles smiled at him.

"Just a little, but now that I’m spending some time with my two favourite little lads? I feel already way better!" Charles said and Liam smiled.

"Okay, then we cheer you up now!" he said and Benji nodded.

"Yup yup!" Benji chirped and Charles ruffled both boys’ hair.

"Thank you! You’re the best!" he smiled at them and then he looked at me "I’m fine!" he mouthed to me and I nodded.

"Okay. Let’s finish and then we’ll go to the Minigolf course!" I said and held up my hand, the waiter walked up to us and smiled nervously "Hi, can we get the bill please?"

"Yeah! Sure!" he said and walked away, to return a moment later with our bill. I handed him my credit card "Can I… umm can I maybe take a selfie with you guys? I’m a huge fan! Of both of you! Amazing lap today Lizzie! And I’m really sorry for the penalty! That sucks!" he looked at us and I nodded.

"Sure!" Charles and I got up from our seats and stood on each site of our waiter.

"Thank you so much! Good luck tomorrow! I really hope that one of you wins! But both of you on the podium would be amazing!" he smiled and I laughed.

"We’ll do our best!" I said and Charles nodded along.

Liam and Benji looked at us with big eyes.

"Isn’t it weird that people always want to take pictures with you?" Benji asked and Charles chuckled a little.

"You get used to it! And now let’s go!" he said and we left the little bistro, to play a round of Minigolf with the kiddos.

Part 2 ➡️

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we-are-inevitable · 5 months

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Give me something from the restaurant au, any scene you really want to write <33

this is a little cheating because i’ve had this written for a while, but: here’s a little snip!

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“Alright, great! So, that’s a number four, medium well, no mayo. For your side, do you want fries or a side salad, Sir?”

“What kind of fuckin’ question is that? It’s a burger. What kind of hippy-ass place serves a side salad with a burger?”

David Jacobs loves his job.

He does. This job, waiting tables at an expensive burger joint in the heart of Manhattan, is admittedly one of the better ones he’s had. Sure, he gets his fair share of shitty customers- like this rough and tumble wannabe cowboy, who no doubt got roped into his wife’s vacation to the Big Apple- but you get shitty customers everywhere. At every single restaurant he’s worked at, of which there are many, he’s had bad tables. Eight tops that only give him a meesely five dollars for a tip, macho guys who like pointing out that David’s ears are pierced and therefore he must be one of those queers, moms that bitch about how long food takes to get to the table even though he’s just sent the order in five minutes ago… Shitty customers are everywhere.

And David loves his job.

So, he nods, and smiles, and lets out his practiced-to-perfection laugh. “I know, right?” He says, looking the man in the eye. “Side salads at a burger restaurant? It doesn’t make any sense, but it’s policy to ask anyway. I’ll get that order in for you guys here in just a second, and it’ll be out shortly.”

The man with the bushy mustache and beer gut seems satisfied now that David has proven he’s not a hippy-ass who likes side salads, and he gives him a grunt of acknowledgement. David takes the menus, smiles at the table, and walks straight to the iPad in the corner next to the bar to send the order to the kitchen.

He’s just about to press the send button when he hears a voice to his side, high pitched and squeaky, say, “What kind of hippy-ass, liberal-ass, blue state, gay-ass restaurant serves a side salad with a burger? Do I look like one of them queers? Yeehaw, America, I wanna fuck my gun.”

David rolls his eyes as a laugh rips from his chest. He glances to the side and sees Albert there behind the bar, slinging a towel over his shoulder; Al has this cocky little smirk on his face, matching the awful southern accent he had just tried to do. So far, Albert is the first friend David has made here— he just started at this restaurant about two weeks ago, and Al latched onto him by his second day— and David is always thankful that the hostesses put him in the section closest to the bar. Albert makes the lunch rush bearable.

It takes David a second to stop giggling, but as his laughter dies down, he reaches over the bar and slaps Albert’s shoulder. “Fucking hell, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who had to hear that. If I survive this table without shooting myself, you owe me a beer.”

“What’s his problem, anyway?” Albert asks, leaning with his palms against the cool mahogany of the bar. “Stick up his ass?”

“Wife dragged him to New York,” David responds, placing the menus from the table underneath the iPad stand, and he makes a note to let Smalls and Spot know that the menus in the back are ready to be brought up to the hostess stand. “The entire time I’m trying to take his fucking order, he’s all like, ugh, I hate this, these burgers better not be for pansies, this better be good like Texas burgers, and I’m just waiting there, like, okay, just give me your goddamn order already. I wanted to die, Albert.”

Albert snickers, then glances to the side and straightens up. “Well, don’t go dyin’ yet, Jacobs. You just got here, and I like you, so if you leave, I’ll have to kill you.” He grins again, then nods his head to the left. “Your four top on twelve looks like they’re ready for the check.”

David nods and taps the bar twice. “Thank fuck,” He says under his breath, and shoots Albert a tight, closed mouth grin. “I’ll be back to ruin your shift later.”

“Can’t wait.”

From then on, the rush takes over. Closing checks, pre-bussing tables, running food— it’s a madhouse in the restaurant for about two hours. David knew it would be. Pulitzer’s is conveniently located just a few blocks from Times Square, so the weekend rush is always awfully full of tourists, and it may suck in the moment, but David really likes it. It’s kind of fun, actually; in the few minutes of downtime he has on this job, he makes conversations with his tables, hears their stories. He gets to know them, even if he’s just a fleeting little nobody in the grand scheme of their trips.

At the steakhouse he used to serve in, he got to be part of a few proposals, which were always stressful but incredibly rewarding at the same time. Unlike a lot of his coworkers, he actually loves having little kids sat in his section, and as a professional big brother he enjoys joking around and listening to them babble on about whatever their mind deems important at that age. He talks to tourists about their travels, gives recommendations for hidden gems around the city, and makes them feel at home for the thirty to forty-five minutes he’s taking care of them for. It’s the least he can do, honestly.

And, well. The tips are always better when you add a personal touch.

That’s what this is about, right? The tips. The money. Working for pennies is bad enough, but working for tips is a game. You have to choose the right action, say the right words. Morph yourself into someone you’re not. Pretend you don’t like side salads and form an alliance with the mustachioed cowboy from Texas. Play up how many times you go to synagogue to please the Jewish grandma who comes in with the grandkids. Talk politics with republicans and hide the rainbow pin on your shirt collar.

David has experience at this. It doesn’t make him any less bitter.

#i LOVE THEM i love them. its so good #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #ask a jac !#newsies musical #newsies live #newsies broadway #albert dasilva #restaurant au #jac txt.#jac writes #newsies fic

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signed-sapphire · 25 days

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Ooooh!

Your last answer about Asha’s parents really sparked me another question for her!

If the stars are responsible for ruining her life before, does she have strong negative feelings towards Cielo since he’s a star himself? Is their first impression really bad because of the trauma she had?

Because dang, that’s an interesting dynamic right there if that’s the case ✨

Asha’s still mad at you for your last question. Sorry, Flicker. So I’ll be answering your question for her! Totally not bc my iPad died and I want to answer this right away lol

Short answer… yes.

Long answer? Uh, yeah. She’s the one that let Cielo in, and she goes into a panic attack because of that. When she actually sees them for the first time, she’s about to spiral again, but stops herself because she has to get the star before Magnus sees. That’s the thing about Asha, she has incredible denial. She tells herself [redacted], but she cares more about Magnus and Amaya than she lets herself realize. Cares about everyone more than she lets herself realize.

Their actual first meeting, when they talk, Cielo is all excited and happy but recognizes Asha is panicking and tones it down a bit. Asha is also sort of in shock because he’s acting understanding towards her and helps pull her out of another panic attack. Then there’s the whole “I’m a Star” thing (which, for the record, I’m going to edit) and chaos ensues.

Cielo shows Asha stuff about herself that she’s been denying all this time. That the Stars that killed her parents and wreaked havoc on the world were… something I’ll be exploring a bit more later on.

But also, seeing a star in her kingdom just wipes away that facade Asha put up, the spoiled royal brat face she shows everyone. So it’s sort of because of her fear, and Cielo helping her overcome that fear, that the true Asha is able to show herself (ha! Disney reference)

#hope this was understandable lol #I just sort of went on a rant #I love these asks they allow me to show some things that I’m embedding in my story #ye #disney wish #the fallen star au #wish 2023 #asha x star #star x asha #asha #human star #starsha #princess asha #sapphire asks #ask the tfs cast #<— sort of?

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yourmomni · 6 months

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Fix You 5

A/n:🥲so sad to say goodbye to this story i honestly had fun doing it and I love how it's made me notice so many things about my writing 1).I'm not good a schedules 😂 and 2) I'm a very interesting person well I hoped you enjoyed the ride. I'd theirs anymore request just let me know and I'll it ok adios 🥲🥰🥰 p.s. @loveyouselfalways thank you for being my first request 🥰

You Spinned in your chair that was in front of your desk waving at your computer.

" Hey ENGENES, how are you guys today?" You began drumming your fingers on the table music playing in the background from your iPad.

" I missed you guys too, it's been so long since I last did one of these, almost 3 months wow." The comments were moving so quickly

Jakesgirl: Hii y/n I missed you

Nikinum12: You look so pretty

Jaysguitar: girl where have you been

"I know you guys have a lot of questions on why I haven't been on live or social media for awhile,and I feel like I owe you an explanation. I decided that I would take a break from social media to focus on my mental health and on myself. I started noticing that I had a lot of unhealthy habits and they were affecting my mental stability very much. So I decided that the break was the best for me."

Jake: We love you y/niiie

You smirked seeing your member in the comments supporting you

" But I couldn't have done it by myself. I had my awesome members supporting me through the difficult times and helping regain everything I lost such as my confidence, my will to work, and my happiness and I will forever be grateful for them."

After more songs and interesting conversations you had with them you were ending the live.

" Okay well I will definitely try that brand of chapstick soon thank you for the recommendation, well guys it's been almost 4 hours and I think it's time for me to go."

Sunomono: Byyeee come back soon

Makiey: bye love you

Porlocksung:thank you for spending time with us

Heesgirl: is that your snorlax pushing on the bed I thought you liked bulbasaur

you quickly turned around seeing the huge snorlax sitting on your bed staring back at you.

" shit."

Nikiwiki: Omg is it niki's

Engenes4life:omg niki likes snorlax wtf

Heesgirl: why is it in your room….teaaaa

Y/nlover: omg y/n+nikiAHHHHHHH

Jungine: guys stop they all live together maybe they have movie nights or sleep overs in each others room

You nodded " Yeah guys we have sleepovers all the time he just forgot it in here don't worry guys." You laughed nervously " Okay byeee" you waves trying to end the live.

You exhaled taking your headphones off, next thing you knew you were tackled to your bed with a huge weight on your back " that live was so long I almost died from boredom." I laughed, turning my head to see niki smiling at me.

" hi." He smiled back at me " hello" He kissed my lips softly." I think I left me snorlax in here from last night's movie date" I raised my eyebrow " You think?" He laughed getting off of me and pulling me up wrapping his arms around me and he rested on the headboard of my bed

I rested My head on his chest, throwing one leg over his.

" I'm so proud of you." I looked up at him and he ran his index finger over my cheek. " You've grown so much in these past months don't you think?" I nodded, hugging him close to me.

" I can finally look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted at what I see so thats a positive." Niki smiled kissing the top of his girlfriend's head lovingly

" And that's all I ask for, all I want is for you to love yourself more and more everyday. I know it takes time and practice and I'm here for it all."

Niki pulled you closer and nuzzled himself in your hair smelling your conditioner you used the morning of.

You wanted to stay like this forever cuddled up with the person you love in your new headspace where you're finally getting comfortable in your own skin. You knew it would take a while for you to be 100% hell you didn't even know if you would get to 100% but if niki and the members were by your side the whole time, you knew you could do it.

" Yall are just adorable." The boys were standing there with their phones out taking pictures and videos. Niki sprung up chasing after them causing you to laugh.

You pulled Pokémon close to you once again sighing into the pillow like material.

In that moment you knew you would be just fine. And niki didn't need to Fix You.

#black reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #black reader x kpop #enhypen jake #chubby reader #chubby #enhypen jay #jakesim x black reader #sunghoon #black girls are pretty too #enhypen #enha niki #niki nishimura #niki so cute #niki x reader #enhypen niki

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chrisevansdaughter · 1 year

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So this is going to be a little snippet in to the Evans household when y/n comes down with the chicken pox. They’re horrible like absolutely horrible. Hope you guys enjoy, thank you to the anon who requested this :)

No applesauce?

Warnings: sad!toddler reader, illness, medication, Chris and Scott being the best brothers ever, fluff and crying

Usually you getting ill didn’t happen very often but the one thing that no one wanted you to get was chicken pox. Because you didn’t like being ill for starters so add having itchy skin and patches and well meltdowns happened.

So when you started itching and not really eating anything not even apple sauce which was the point where Chris and Scott started to get even more concerned about you because even when you didn’t want anything you’d always eat apple sauce. It was you’re safe food.

Looking up from my phone I saw Dodger snuggled into y/n, she was watching Timmy Time on her iPad and I could just tell she wasn’t herself, she started to itch her arm again. I know how bad it can be but it was hurting her more than doing her good.

“Bubs, you need to stop itching hunny I know it hurts but do want some applesauce? I ask trying to get her to at least eat something and distract her from the itching.

“I good bubba, i no need it- wease make it stop, pl- ease chrissy” y/n starts to cry trying not to itch her arms and her chest since she was just down to a pull up and a thin blanket because of her fever.

“I’m sorry bubs, I know - I said rubbing her back lightly not to make it itch more. - Scotty is coming over so we’re gonna watch some movies and relax okay but I need you to at least drink something for me okay?” I murmured

“Mhmh ‘kay. I have ‘uice?” Y/n whispered into my chest.

“Of course bubs” I answered chuckling at how she finally managed to agree to a little juice.

Time skip

Scott had got to the house about an hour ago, after Scotty cuddles and some fever reducers and some soothing moisturiser for her skin. She finally ate some applesauce with my help but it was something.

We all then just watched some Halloween movies to entertain ourselves whilst cosy on the couch, half way though y/n started to fall asleep you could tell she was fighting to stay awake.

“Sweetheart it’s okay you can go to sleep, me and Scotty will be here when you wake up.” I suggested knowing she’d fight it.

“I no wanna bubba.” She yawned in reply, I started to rub her back more because it made her more sleepy and thankfully it worked.

In the end me and Scott just watched a couple episodes of 28 days haunted and eventually followed y/n in taking a nap.

Thankfully a couple of days later, y/ns chicken pox died down and she was only left with a low grade fever that was coming down quite naturally.

So she was back to her happy applesauce eating, pain in my butt self. Like it always should be.

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axolozzy · 1 month

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OHHHHH MY GOD I HAD THE MOST INSANE FUCKING NIGHT

so the glass beach concert was fucking amazing wow the other bands were SOOO FUCKING COOL AAAUHHHFHHHHH it was so fun. i’ve never been to a concert before but it was the coolest ever and even though it was LOUD AS FUCK the music vibrated through my body and i was jumping around stimming having a great time. there was also a furry there in their fursuit and everything it was amazing

man i just love glass beach their songs are so fucking cool like the j dies and goes to hell one and bedroom community are my favorite and i was screaming the lyrics with them it was magical

we left a bit early cuz my cousin wasn’t feeling good and was hungry. it was a two hour drive OHH YEAH guys i live in a very rural conservative small town area i have NEVER driven in the cities before until tonight and it was insane because neither of us knew what we were doing LOLLL we thought we were gonna die fr. anyway the band was amazing i sang along to all my favorite songs it was so fucking fun

we had to leave because both of our phones were LITERALLY ABOUT TO DIE like neither of us had charged our phones since this morning so they were at like 7 and 18 percent when we left, and neither of us had eaten since after school. and. our phones DYING WASNT GOOD BECAUSE IT WAS A TWO HOUR DRIVE HOME AND WE NEEDED DIRECTIONS.

so my cousin had the bright idea of taking pictures of the directions onto her ipad to look at okay it was dumb it wouldn’t have worked even if we tried. because well. the car WOULDNT FUCKING START?????? guys my moms car is new it’s good it’s better than mine and my cousins car but the ONE FUCKING TIME i take it somewhere IT FUCKING DIES????? LIKE IT ACTUALLY FUCKING DIEEEDDDD THERE WAS NO WAY TO GET THAT THING TURNED ON.

my phone was dead. my cousins phone was about to die, we were hungry, I HAF ALSO FOROGT MY WALLET AT HOME LIKE WHAT THE HELL, we were in the middle of a big city (in a different state AS WELL LOL) neither of us had any excperience driving in, we were freezing cold, had no food besides like five bananas and skittles, had barely any time to call our parents because our phones were fucking DEAD and we didn’t have directions. and the car was dead.

like wooooow we really did not think it could get any worse than that, and it didn’t actually!!!!! okay at one point we found a charger in the car and tried to use it but it didn’t work at all and then started working randomly but idk anyway that doesn’t matter. we were sitting in the parking lot for so long that the concert actually ended and we were still there. while people were coming out my cousins phone was at like 4% and she was talking to her dad thinking the problem with the car was with the battery so we popped the hood and took a look.

neither of us fucking know anything about cars like wow what the hell were we looking at we had no idea!!!! no fucking ideaaaa at all. there was a police station on the other side of the street so literally that was the last option we had cuz our phones and car were literally dead.

then holy shit. GUYSSSS!!!! the best thing ever happened someone saw us looking at the car engine and asked if our car was okay and we explained that it wasn’t turning on and THEY HELPEDDDD AND GOT JUMPER CABLESSSS FOR US!!!!

it was so fucking nice like wow their car also had trans and rainbow flag stickers on the back they were so nice to us it was amazing also my cousin said apparently they seemed like they were smoking weed who knows we were in minnesota so it’s legal. ANYWAY they jumpstarted the car and it WORKEDDDD IT TURNED ON we were so fucking happy we said thanks and that was it. the most kindest stranger i’ve ever met left and we didn’t even get their name

anyway so there was still a problem lol OUR PHONES WERE DEADDD. BUT!!! the charger was finally working and my cousin used her phone for directions and i had to drive us outta the city again. we couldn’t stop to get food or gas because we couldn’t turn off the car or it might not have turned back on so we just had to go straight home.

insanity actual insanity like okay wow. it was super funny in the moment like im the type of person to laugh about these things during it even though it was super serious and we could’ve gotten stranded in the freezing cold in a different state with no way to contact our parents like that’s cool totally fine

anyway i just got home we almost ran outta gas im so fucking tired like i stayed up til 3am last night got hardly any sleep now it’s almost 1 in the morning so gn id rate this whole entire experience a 10/10 would do again

#bluejay says stuff #im so FUCKING TIRED #not even gonna reread this like wow tonight was fun i had a blast i just had to post about it cuz it was INSANE

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 4 months

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high infidelity | fourteen

My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you. *Noah’s POV* I laid down on the bed as The Office played on my iPad while I waited for Ellie. I still can’t believe this is real and that she wanted to be with me. I felt like I finally found my person, I just hope I didn’t scare her away with what I said. All of it was true, I wanted to be the one to love her right. Sometimes I catch myself being a hopeless romantic and I can’t stop it. There’s something about making someone feel loved that gives me the greatest feeling.

“Hey you.”

I look up and see Ellie standing there with a suitcase, causing my jaw to drop. She was wearing black biker shorts with one of our band shirts and checkered vans. Her black hair was so vibrant, giving the impression she washed it and it cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her red lipstick still hasn’t made another appearance but her glossed lips looked so fucking kissable. If I wasn’t already laying down I would’ve folded so fast. “Is that…” “Eevee with a Katana in her mouth?” Ellie replies pointing to her thigh tattoo. “Yeah it is.” “I never noticed it before.” I stuttered, realizing it was because my head was between her thighs most of last night. She just smiles at me before crawling onto the bed and over me. Her scent of vanilla and salted caramel filled my lungs as she kissed me like she missed me. I surrendered to her as my hands wandered down her back and grabbed a handful of her ass as our kiss deepened. She seemed to like that as a soft moan escaped her mouth. I smirked in satisfaction as I gave her another squeeze before rolling her over on the bed, wanting to be in control. Ellie wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing me into her body as close as she possibly could as I returned to her mouth. I pulled away for a moment to start planting kisses on her neck and jawline, trying my best to not mess up her make up. The more I kissed her the more I started to feel her pulse underneath her shorts, it was stirring something up in me. “Fuck.” I cursed as my phone rang. I got off the bed and ran my fingers through my hair, taking a few breaths before answering the phone. It was Matt…the fucker has the worst timing I swear. “Yes?” “Hey man did I catch you at a bad time?” Matt answered as he heard my heavy breathing. “Wait…were you guys fucking?” “What do you want?” I laughed, looking over at Ellie who just sat up and straightened herself out. She looked flushed and I couldn’t help but love the look on her. “I got you two flights at 8am tomorrow morning. Soundcheck is at noon I think so you’ll have to run over here after you land. I got you a separate room at the hotel we’re staying at too. I’ll text you the details.” “Thanks man, I owe you.” “You’re goddamn right you do! I don’t get paid enough to keep booking flights for you, and well, now your girlfriend.” “We’re not -“ “Yeah yeah” Matt says, cutting me off. “Come back, the kids miss you.”

Matt hung up and I couldn’t help but laugh at what he said. Of course I wanted Ellie to be my girlfriend. I’m sure it was something worth mentioning but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. We got down to the hotel parking lot and Ellie held my hand as she lead me over to her car. She grabbed her key and hit the unlock button, causing a black Audi SUV to light up. I raised my eyebrow, maybe she’s more well off than I thought. “This was a gift from my parents when I got pregnant.” She said, looking almost embarrassed. “There’s no way in hell I would’ve been able to afford this myself.” “Your parents bought you this?” I said, my jaw still on the fucking floor.

“Well, kinda.” She replies, her eyes dropping to her feet. “My mom died from Covid when I was pregnant and she had money put aside for me in her will, so my dad used it to buy me my dream car. I’ve been driving the same Volkswagen since high school so I was due for an upgrade.” “Wow, Ellie I’m so sorry about your mom.” I sighed, giving her hand a squeeze. The other night she mentioned her parents but nothing about her mother’s death, granted I never told her much about my past, I was just shocked. “Thank you.” She says she dangles her keys in front of me, “do you want to drive it?” “You trust me with this thing?” “Absolutely.” She smirks as she walks over to the passenger side. My eyes followed her backside the whole time, making me lose my train of thought. “Hurry up, Sebastian.” I rolled my eyes at her as I walked over the drivers side. Ellie just laughed at me as I had to put the seat all the way back before I could even get in, once I did my jaw dropped again. Holy fuck this was so nice. The interior was modern, leather, black with red accents and so sleek. Jealously was an understatement. I pushed the start button and the car let out a small purr which caused me an ungodly sound to escape my mouth. “Yeah I’m getting a new car when I go back to LA.” Ellie just smiles at me as she punches in the address of the aquarium for me. I was a little nervous about driving in Vancouver for the first time but I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as LA. I put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Ellie put on some Spiritbox for us and my hand instinctively grabbed her inner thigh as I drove down the road. She kept her eyes on me the whole time and I couldn’t help but smirk. “What?” “You look so fucking hot driving my car.” She confessed, biting her lip. “Oh yeah?” I questioned her, applying more pressure on her thigh. “Yes! It’s so unfair how good looking you are, Noah.” I felt my face getting hot the more she talked about me. I wasn’t embarrassed but I had a hard time taking compliments from people. With Ellie, I couldn’t help but blush the more she complimented me. All I wanted to do was look at her but I was too focused on driving in new territory. Once we got to a red light I quickly wrapped my hand around her throat and kissed her until the light went green again. I could get used to this. All of it.

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asvterias · 9 months

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟦: 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖸𝗈𝗎

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chapter warnings: some jealousy and minor cursing

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader, platonic!bailey family x platonic!lynn, platonic!loud family x platonic!reader

word count: 5.9k+

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author’s note: there’s finally some romance going on!

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The next morning over at the Louds’ house was productive, to say the least. You changed into a sleeveless mini red plaid dress that dangled over mid-knees with a pair of black converses to match. After getting dressed, Lynn wasn’t upstairs so you assumed that she was downstairs, but to your surprise when you checked, she wasn’t there either.

Lori had informed you that Lynn was out and wouldn’t be back till later. That was how you found yourself conversing with the teen rockstar, Luna Loud. For half of your Sunday morning, you spent with Luna, just discussing each other’s interests. You and Luna settled for breakfast next to each other. You ate some pancakes with orange juice while Luna just ate cereal.

Lunch has rolled around and Lynn arrives back at home, but not empty-handed. You walked up to her, curious to see what she had brought but she gave it to her mom for safekeeping. Luckily for you, the design logo on the mini bag gave it all away; Birmingham Jewelry. You felt completely clueless being fully aware that Lynn wasn’t the type to wear any fancy jewelry at all, mostly sporting tiny earrings.

Although seeing the frown form upon your face after the encounter with her mom, she shrugged it off. She didn’t trust herself with priceless items, especially if she was planning to give them to you. It was safer in her mom’s hand anyways. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

You ventured upstairs, making your way into Lynn’s and Lucy’s room. Lynn was not that far behind, catching up to you rather quickly, her speed becoming an instinct at this point.

“Where were you all morning?” You interrogated, crossing your arms.

“I was out…” The athletic girl trails off.

“Out where?” You pushed her further.

“Look, [name], that doesn’t matter, but I’m here now. So can we just drop it?” She sighs loudly and sits on her bed.

You scoff unconvincingly at her trying to change the topic of your conversation but allowing it with the rolling of your eyes.

“Fine,” You flop your body next to her, looking at her iPad’s screen, noticing that she was on an online shopping website. “So…what are you shopping for?”

“I’m trying to get these new cleats but they’re so expensive…” She groans, gently shoving the tablet in your hands and flinging herself on the bed. “Or the ones that are at a decent price, they don’t have it in my shoe size. It totally sucks!”

“Well, what happened to your current cleats?” You scrolled through the viable options of baseball cleats.

“They’re all worn out and I desperately need one for the new season.” She explains with a tone of annoyance, feeling defeated. You looked at her with sympathy in your eyes, remaining silent, unsure of what to say. “It’s nothing for you to worry about anyways, let’s go get lunch.” She hastily cut you off, not wanting any more non-verbal pity from you.

“Yeah, let me use the bathroom, first.” She nodded you off and you headed towards the bathroom.

When you finished using the bathroom, you were in the hallway and stopped by Luna. “Hey, [name]!” Luna smiles, popping up from her doorway. “Mind if I steal you for a sec? Lynn’s not gonna mind.”

“Sure, don’t see any harm in that.” You complied, walking into Luna’s room.

She grabbed her guitar and sat down on her purple DI box. “Thanks, I just need a second opinion on this tone that I’m working on for my new song.”

“Go right ahead.”

She fiddled with the guitar strings, piecing together an upbeat melody. The lively tune was very hypnotic, almost placing you in a trance but it wavered away when she stopped.

“It’s great, I like it!”

“Thanks, you’re the best, [name].” You nodded in agreement, leaving the bedroom, searching for Lynn, thinking that she’d be where you left her.

“I swear this girl…has a habit of running off whenever I leave.” You mumble to yourself, looking into the empty room in which you last left Lynn.

Her voice seemed near. “So, I brought her this bracelet from this crazy-ass expensive jewelry store and I was planning to give it to her when she has her tennis tournament.” Following Lynn’s voice, you stopped at the twins’ bedroom, finally finding the source of the sound.

Lola’s and Lana’s bedroom door was slightly cracked open, sufficient for unintentional eavesdropping. Neither of the girls noticed you by the door and resumed their conversation.

“Since you’re one of the only people in this family, who has good jewelry taste. I mean, I would ask Leni but then she’d probably tell.”

“Say no more and show me the bracelet,” Lola demands, pausing for a few minutes before sighing, “It’s gorgeous. Is that her birthstone beside her initials, that’s so thoughtful.”

“Really, you think? Cause I spent all weekend having it customized by the jewelers.” Guess that also explained why she was being so secretive whenever she held her tablet around you.

“Oh, I don’t think, I know. Trust me, she’s gonna love it.”

It sparked her confidence. “Thanks, sis.”

“No problem! Now let’s get back to business.”

“Are you sure that she’ll like it, Lola?” Lynn asks with a hesitant look on her face.

“I’m 100% positive!! Now, put some more glitter on there.”

You were already downstairs with your packed bag, sitting on the couch watching television with Lincoln and Clyde while Lynn packs her overnight bag and hauls it downstairs. After spending the weekend with Lynn, your mother only saw it fair to have Lynn spend the weekend at your house. Neither of you has disagreed on the matter, rather enjoying spending more time together.

“Ok, do guys want me to drop you?” Mrs. Loud offers. Lynn joins you on the couch with her overnight bag parked by her feet.

“Oh, no thanks. Mrs. Loud, I’m getting picked up.” You answered.

“By one of your parents?”

“No, by my driver.”

A car honks outside, signifying that your ride is here. “Oh, that’s him. See you guys later.” You barged out the door with Lynn right behind you. You discarded your bags into the limo’s trunk as Lynn did the same and got into the car.

“His name is Mike and he’s my family chauffeur,” You introduce Lynn to him.

“So how rich are you?”

“What? Want me to give you a number?” You playfully ask, taking it as a joke.

It was very surprising when she nodded. “Oh! Well, I would say $5 million rich.”

“$5 million!!” She exclaimed, “Do you know what I could do with 5 million dollars?” You giggled at her outburst, finding it adorable.

“You can do a lot, Lynn.”

An idea came to your head at that moment. An idea that would solve Lynn’s sports problem. You knocked on the small glass barrier that separated you and the driver as he rolled it down. Whispering something inaudible to Mike and he nods at your instructions.

“What are you up to, gorgeous?” She detects that mischievous smirk plastered on your lips.

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about,”

That was all you said, wanting Lynn to play the guessing game for your delight. The car drive to your house was deterred and rerouted to the nearest shoe store.

Lynn noticed the difference in the passing houses that she’d grown familiar with. “Hey, this isn’t the way to your house.” Her eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.

“I know, baseball girl.” You shrug, “But a certain someone said that they needed new cleats and we’re getting them for her.”

“You don’t have to do that for me, [name].“

You rested your hand on top of hers, and gazed into her eyes, “Well too bad because I want to.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” She folds her arms in a joking manner.

“Then I’m going against your wishes.” You concluded.

The car stops, indicating your arrival at the shoe store, and you two step out of the car. The perplexed look on Lynn’s face was so priceless which had you feeling extremely giddy on the inside.

“Are we gonna stay standing outside all day or are we going inside?”

She grabs your hand, tugging you along with her to the entrance of the shoe store. After two hours of shopping through sports equipment, Lynn is finally done and you’ve never been so bored in your entire life, but there was something about the familiar gleam in her eyes that made you change your mind. Your sentiment towards Lynn’s favorite sport changed just because you knew that she admired it so much.

You, Lynn, and Mike had to carry all of the items to the counter due to there being so many sports items.

Lynn had doubled up on everything. New socks, new cleats, new baseball bats, duffle bags, and batting helmets, and all because you told her to get anything she wanted. Well, she did fulfill her heart’s desire and you were content that you made that happen.

“Is this your dad’s credit card?” She asked.

“No,” You scoff, flashing her the name of the card. “It’s my credit card. We all have our own credit card and bank account, it’s better this way.”

She nodded in acknowledgment with a tint of blush on her face. You paid for Lynn’s items and you all headed back to the car, putting them in the limousine’s back trunk.

“Come on, let’s get food, whatever you want, it’s my treat.”

“Chick-fil-A is the best!”

“Chick-fil-A it is.”

Mike drove down to the nearest Chick-fil-A and you all ate inside, tired of lounging around in the car for the last few hours.

“Why did you pay for all those things for me?”

“I just wanted to spoil you today.”

Since your eavesdropping incident, you wanted to repay her kindness without letting her know that. What? She was already giving you something, so it was all in good time.

During the car ride back home, Lynn slept like a baby in the comfort of your arms. Apparently being a consistent athlete meant that she slept very easily.

Eventually, Mike was granted access to your security gate and he parked close by the front door. You wrapped an arm around her waist so most of her body weight would depend on you. Surprisingly, Lynn was very lightweight, making it easy to carry her outside of the car. While assisting Lynn, Mike had brought all the baggage out of the car and left them in your care.

“I’m not tired.” She mumbles, trying to fight her tiredness. You made it to your bedroom door as you opened it and walked inside.

“Yes, you are.”

You placed the brunette girl on your bed, tugging her into the fresh sheets, watching her slightly stir trying to find a comfortable position.

You left the bedroom for your bathroom to change into your practice outfit, abandoning a sleeping Lynn, and heading into the backyard to practice.

You had set up your tennis trainer, putting it on a medium pace. Your tennis trainer helped launch the balls to you without the help of another person, so it was money well spent.

Within a few hours of your practice, Lynn was finally awake and caught you practicing tennis. She sits down on the singular black bench by the far corner to your right, watching you train freely.

“I thought that you ditched me, and was almost worried for a sec.”

“Oh please, I would never do that to my baseball girl.” You grinned, swinging your racket to hit the flying balls.

“You know, I like it when you’re looking at me.” She emphasized.

“And I like it when I’m winning so hold off for a bit.” Too focused on the practice, you didn’t realize Lynn walking over to your tennis trainer, and turning it off.

“What the hell Lynn?” You shout, now distracted from your tennis rehearsal.

“I told you in advance that I’d rather you look at me.”

“Okay,” You nod before pointing to the bucket of tennis rackets, “Grab a racket and help me practice.”

“W-what? That’s not what I meant.”

“You wanted my full attention during practice and now you got it. Get a tennis racket.”

She sighed and retrieved a tennis racket, walking over to the court.

“Ok, we’ll do a simple round.” You said, flinging the ball in the air before whacking it over to Lynn.

She swung but missed it by a few meters. Not too shabby for a first-timer.

“That was a love for you.”

During the middle of your game, you became more driven with each swing and hit. Lynn felt inclined to pry into your peculiar behavior, “Ok, you’re training harder than I’ve ever seen you do.”

“This is your first time seeing me play.”

“Exactly and I can tell that you’ve been adding unnecessary pressure when hitting the ball. What’s going on with you?”

You fiddled with the green ball in your hands, deciding that practice was finished for today. You threw the ball on the ground, and walked over to her, close enough to the net.

“I have this upcoming tournament and my opponent Emma Campbell is highly known for being the teen best tennis player and I just feel like I might lose to her.”

“What didn’t you tell me?” She gently squeezed your hands, trying to coax an answer out of you.

“Because…you said that tennis wasn’t exactly a real sport.”

“You know [name], tennis isn’t really my forte unlike you. But for you, I’ll try to understand and enjoy it. Tell me when your next game is, and I guarantee that my family and I will be the first ones there.” You giggled at her heart-warming gesture. “And don’t worry about Emma Campbell, I’m pretty sure that half the time that she’s cheating.”

“Really, you think?”

She hums, nodding her head, “Now, I think that you should practice a bit more, but without the force, can you do that for me, beautiful?”

“Of course, I can.”

The next morning was nerve-racking for you as you got dressed. You tied your hair in a ponytail and dressed in a black tennis outfit with a black sports visor and white tennis shoes. On the other hand, the car ride over to the country club eased up your anxiety alongside your family’s reassuring words.

As soon as your car stopped in front of the country club, you grabbed your racket bag and sprinted out in search of a particular brunette. You spotted Lynn and her family in the shaded stands with a giant poster, encouraging your future win. Natalie was there for your support system as well.

Right now, you were in the stands talking with Lynn. To be honest, you did most of the talking or rather rambling while Lynn did her best to alleviate your continuous panicking.

It took Lynn a little while to calm you down. “[Name], I wanted to give you something before you go.” Lynn stops you.

“What is it, Lynn?” You inquire with a confused gleam in your eyes. At first, she didn’t answer as if she was contemplating whether to continue. Your eyes caught sight of a baby blue box in her hands that she horribly hid behind her back. “Is that for me?”

Her eyes widened at your question. “Yeah, it is!” She handed you the box and grinned when you took it from her hands. Lifting the top cover of the box, opening it to reveal a stunning bracelet. It was a beaded bracelet that had your first name initials next to your birthstone.

“It was kinda hard to find your birthstone on such short notice.”

“It’s beautiful, Lynn, thank you.” You cooed, taking the jewelry out of the box and putting it on your right hand. This generous gift certainly felt like a good luck charm bracelet. For a while, you admired the stunning bracelet on your wrist before looking up and noticing the giant poster that her parents held. “Is that why you were in Lola’s room? To make me that poster?”

“How did you know that I was in Lola’s room?”

“Your frustrations were very easy to spot.”

She laughs boisterously, earning a few annoyed looks from strangers but she ignores them. If they weren’t you then she wouldn’t give them the time of day.

“Oh, umm…your sisters wanted me to give you this.” She showed you a dainty gold necklace with a crescent moon lingering at the bottom. You recognized it when you were shopping with your sisters for the first time in Royal Woods. Cassandra had the sun, Madison had the star and you with the moon.

“Can you put it on me?” You ask, giving her the necklace and turning around.

“Of course, anything for you, beautiful.” You felt flush under those words. Those simple words shouldn’t have such a major effect on you but it did.

She brushes your hair to the left and clips the necklace around your neck, securing it. Turning back around to face her, you smile at her, gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly.

Just then, the loudspeaker announces with a booming voice, simultaneously breaking the shared eye contact “May all tennis players make their way to the tennis court. The game is about to start in 5 minutes.”

“You’re gonna crush it!” She bids you off with a cheek kiss, watching you scurry off down to the tennis court, warming up for the last time. Lynn joins her family back at the bleachers and sat down, ready to enjoy the competition.

“So, are you two dating?” Lori asks, leaning into Lynn subtly whose eyes were trained on your figure.

“What!” Incredulously, she turned to look at her eldest sister, breaking her sight away from you, “No, we’re not dating.”

“Are you sure?” Leni chimed in, now seemingly interested. “You two seem pretty close.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” The brunette girl deadpanned.

“Really?” Luna invites herself into the conversation. “Then how come you can afford brand new cleats that are very expensive…and all new sports equipment?”

“[Name] offered to buy me new cleats and other items as well.” She explains with a shrug of her shoulder, “How could I have said no?”

“Really?” Lori persisted with a raise of her eyebrows, “And did [name] offer to buy you lunch as well?”

Lynn nods. “Yeah, so?”

“And it was also Lynn’s idea to create this giant poster.” Lola and Lana walk over.

“Wait, is that why you were gone Sunday morning to buy [name] a bracelet?” Luna questions.

“Yeah, what was the store where you got it from?” Leni rambles, tilting her head to the side, trying to remember. “It was Birmingham Jewelry. Woah, sis, that place is like crazy expensive, those pair of necklaces that I brought from them took me 6 months’ allowance.”

“That jewelry store is the most expensive in town, Lynn. Wow, you really must like this girl.” Lori expresses with a grin.

“Guys, I’m just trying to be supportive.” Lynn finalizes, trying to stop her sister’s meddling in her love life. “There’s nothing wrong with being supportive.”

“As her friend or as her girlfriend?” Luna questions with a skeptical look, folding her arms. Lynn stays silent, avoiding eye contact with any of her sisters, unable to decipher a proper answer. Were they right? Did Lynn hope that you wanted to explore past the bounds of friendship with her? Of course, she did. She fell in love with you the moment that she laid her eyes on you which eventually turned her into a stuttering mess whenever you were with her. However, with the possibility of embarrassing rejection lingering in her mind, she kept her feelings hidden, buried deep down until she was certain that you would reciprocate those feelings back.

“Yeah, because nothing says supportive like a $300 bracelet,” Lori mumbles to Luna and Leni.

Luna drags Lynn away from the huge crowd, despite her protests. The two sisters are by the bottom of the bleaches, not straying too far away.

“Look, Lynn.” The rockstar starts with a deep exhale. “It’s okay to have feelings for [name]—“

“For the last time, I don’t have a crush on her!” She exclaims, momentarily shocking her older sister. “Why does everyone keep thinking that?”

Luna wasn’t convinced by her sister’s outburst, aware that she was in denial. Whether it was her developing feelings for you or the fact that you were a girl seemed to throw her off track.

“You can deny all you want, but we both know that you’re falling in love with [name]. It’s cute to see you all lovesick whenever she’s around.” She smiles, observing the coat of red appearing on her sister’s face by the mention of your name. “Now I’m not saying that you should rush your confession but at least wait it out to see if she’s at least reciprocating those feelings in return. That saves you less pain, regret, and embarrassment.”

“I’ve never had romantic feelings for someone and now when I realize it, I’m scared. I’m still exploring my sexuality.”

“It’s okay to stay unlabeled for now, you’ll know when the time is right. I’m your big sister and I’m not gonna judge you for being you. You’re still my annoying sporty and loving younger sister, Lynn and I love you for it.’

“But what if…” She looks down and sheepishly kicks her feet, “I do confess and she doesn’t like me back, and it ends up all weird between us two.…”

“Then it’s her loss.” She slides a comforting arm around Lynn’s shoulder, “She missed out on someone really awesome.”

“Thanks, Luna.”

“Anytime sis.”

“And besides, if you two lovebirds get together, we can go on double dates.”

“Hard pass.” Lynn laughs, getting a playful shove from Luna, who just laughs as well. Luna was happy that she was able to brighten Lynn’s spirits regarding her possible love life.

The two girls rejoin their family in the crowd. Just then, your family finds their seats next to the Loud family and greets them with a wave of their hands.

Alongside the help of Luna, Lynn confidently holds up the poster with a matching smile etched on her face. “You got this, [name]!” She enthusiastically cheered. Both of your families made noises of encouragement as well.

Down at the tennis court, you heard her voice very faintly but smiled nonetheless.

“Oh, that’s so cute!” Your current competition, Emma Campbell sneers with fake sympathy, “Your little girlfriend cheering for you in the stands, so cliche.” The blonde rolls her eyes. To be honest, you’ve never liked the Campbell girl, whether it was her snobbish attitude or her inconsideration of other people. “Too bad that she’s gonna be cheering for a loser in a few minutes and maybe I’ll steal her away from you.”

“Oh, shut up!” You defended Lynn. “We both know that Lynn could do so much better than you.”

“Why are you so worried about Lynn? Aren’t you two just friends?”

“I never said that!”

“Yeah, whatever!” Emma drags on, “You should know that me and Lynn are kinda an item.”

“What type of drugs are you on?” You boisterously exclaimed. To say that you were shocked would be the understatement of the year. Surely, Lynn would have told you if she was talking to someone else. The athletic girl didn’t seem like the two-timing type, and she wasn’t…she couldn’t be…right?

‘No! Don’t overthink, Emma’s just trying to get under your skin! Besides, Lynn is a great girl, she’s not conniving, she’s generous. She gifted you that specialized bracelet.’ You think. ‘The gesture was sweet and so is she.’

“And how long have you been pining over Lynn for?”

“Doesn’t matter!”

“It does if it concerns Lynn.”

“Fine! I’ve had a crush on her since we were ten!”

You didn’t mean to have a bitchy attitude, you swear. But it just happened, and you couldn’t stop it and you weren’t planning on stopping it either.

“How about this…” She suggested, “Whoever wins this game gets to ask Lynn out on a date. The loser can’t interfere with their relationship.”

You scoff at her desperate attempts of being in a relationship. “Lynn’s not an object! She’s a human girl, like the rest of us, who has feelings. Let her ask out whoever she wants, even if it isn’t any of us.”

“You’re only saying this because you know that Lynn’s gonna choose me.”

“What makes you think that? Is it the lack of communication that you have with Lynn or is it the heavy delusion that lingers in your mind all day? She barely acknowledged you before and when I moved to town, we became instantly captivated with one another.” You say, “So I’m certain that I have a better chance with her than you’ll ever do.”

“You’re just saying that to throw me off my game.”

“Oh, please, throwing you off your game will require you to have any game, and you’re lacking that.”

“What? Scared that you’re gonna lose!”

She was losing this argument and you could tell that she was choking up.

“To you? You’re not even real competition!”

Your bold comment earned a petty eye roll from the other teen as she began the first serve. The first match commenced and the scores were being rallied up.

You were at complete ease throughout the entire game, finding your inner peace with your love for tennis. On the other hand with Emma about Lynn, your jealousy had gained immediate control of your hand performance but you managed to restrain yourself, not needing overkill to happen and cost you the game.

The intensity that you radiated during the game only strengthened when you closely observed your opponent’s strategy to keep herself on point. Although you were in the lead, Emma was sneakily rising slowly. However, your fierce movements didn’t stagger, not even once, highly determined to win.

The medium-sized green ball was constantly tossed, bouncing between the two sides of the court. The sun was blazing, urging you to forfeit the match right then and there in the middle of the intense game. Might as well get used to the scorching heat because this was the first out of three matches to complete.

This tournament was going to be in the bag, and the trophy will be just another memento in your awards case.

The next game passed with ease, putting the crowd in anticipation when the scores were beginning to even up. It was a heavy tie for the second round, bringing up your anxiety.

This was it. The third and final round of your match. It was the final round that would determine your success and prove your ability to maintain a winning streak. You were gonna crush it! And certainly, destroy Emma Campbell’s athletic self-esteem, partially for Lynn, loathing those words that Emma spoke of her.

The judges called for a mini-break, letting you and Emma relax and recharge your energies. You headed over to the table that supplied the refreshments and grabbed a cold bottle of water.

The two families made their way over there as fast as they could, no longer containing their excitement as they bombarded you with chaotic noises.

“That was amazing!” Lynn cheers.

Natalie exclaims with a radiant smile. “Yeah, you were so terrific out there!”

“You crushed it out there!” Everyone else voiced their agreement with your future victory.

“I would totally hug you right now if you weren’t so sweaty.” Leni complies with an innocent grin, “Oh what the hell!” She pulled you in for a short hug, earning laughs as she did so.

You both pulled away from the hug. “Well, I haven’t won yet.” You drink your cold bottled water as it refreshes your dry throat. “So, let’s not jinx it.”

Everyone chuckles and Lynn pulls you away for a private conversation.

“You know what I mean, beautiful, this game is yours,” She bit her lip.

“Thanks for the encouragement, loud.” You tease, shoving her playfully watching the smile emerge on her lips. “I’m feeling more confident by the second.”

“It’s not encouraging if we both know that it’s true. That other girl has nothing on you.”

She handed you three orange slices, making sure that you ate all of them, keeping you well-nourished. Sometimes when you’re too focused on something, you tend to forget about the basic needs such as eating and drinking. Luckily, Lynn had noticed the tiny flaw and she wanted to end that bad habit of yours. “Gotta keep my superstar properly fed.”

Heading back to the rest of the group as you started to talk with Luna and Lori. Emma skips over with a sneaky grin on her face. God, you wished that you could have wiped that stupid smile off of her face.

“Hey, Lynn.” She greets, already managing to get into the brunette’s personal space. Talk about having boundaries.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but her smile welcomes the blonde. “Uh, hey…Emma is it?”

“Yep, you guessed right.” She giggles annoyingly, making you roll your eyes.

“So, what do you want?”

As she speaks to Lynn, you notice how Emma advanced to arm touching, sometimes leaning in slightly whenever she found one of Lynn’s statements amusing. In your opinion, she was too much of a try-hard, and that irked you to your soul. You could see that Lynn was uncomfortable, and it made you furious at the sight. You glared at the blonde girl with hatred in your eyes and decided that two can play that game.

All of a sudden. you felt your hidden anger transport to your plastic water bottle that was held in your hand. With every touch that Emma gave Lynn, the pressure on the bottle intensified until it didn’t…well it couldn’t anymore. The water emerges from out of the bottle, aiming directly at Emma’s face.

She shrieked, flinching at the contact as she tried to shield herself from the attack, coming up to no avail. Stuck in a trance state, you didn’t let go of the bottle and rather squeezed it tighter so your sister Madison didn’t grab the bottle out of your hands until it was empty. Turns out, no one stepped in to cease Emma’s embarrassment, seemingly taking amusement in it as well. It ultimately messed up her rich-girl look, drenching her face and ruining her semi-makeup.

“It’s just water! It’s not gonna harm you.” Cassandra taunts the girl.

Madison shrugs. “You’ll be fine! Just dab some concealer on and you’re good to go.”

Her gaze planted on you was lethal, barely touching the surface of making you tremble. Her supposedly dangerous stares at you made her look like a terrible joke.

To make sure that you rubbed salt directly on the wound, you walked over, wrapped your arm around hers, and kissed Lynn on the cheek before pulling away with a cheery smile. “I’ll see you at my house later,” You wink at her, enjoying the thrill of her flustered state.

You watch as Lynn and both of your families leave and head back to the bleachers with a faux smile plastered on your face.

Once you turned around, facing your arch-nemesis, your smile immediately dropped as you ventured closer to her.

“Listen here, you bitch.” You scowled, with fury rising in your voice. Her eyes stared into yours, trying to intimidate you, desperately failing while doing so.

“If you ever come around Lynn, uncomfortably touch her, or even look at her wrong like that again, you will be done for. I will bash your fucking head in so much that you’ll be completely unrecognizable that even your own mirror won’t remember you.”

“Woah, don’t tell me that you’re overprotective of Lynn.” She was teasing you relentlessly at this point. Practically urging you to fight her with that ugly little smirk on her face. But you weren’t gonna play her stupid mind games like she intended.

Catching her by surprise, you roughly grab ahold of her arm, pulling her in closer by force. So to the bystanders, it looked like you were whispering in her ear, engaged in a friendly banter. Right now, you were feeling anything but friendly towards her.

“I don’t tread lightly with the people that I care deeply about and now that you’re highly aware that Lynn is one of them, I’m letting you off with a simple warning.” Your tone was menacing, slowly seething your words out. “If you’re smart enough, don’t wait around to find out.” She felt herself inaudibly gulp and tremble as you kept speaking. “Or do you, I haven’t fought a rich bitch in so long and need a little deja-vu.”

And with that, you roughly released her arm from your grip and walked over to the court. Emma watched you leave, uneasiness forming in the pit of her stomach at your threatening words.

Stomping her feet like a big baby, she ran off, searching for her parents to assist in fixing up her appearance again.

You felt like you were on top of the world. Now, you just have to win this competition and your success will reign. It was close that you smelt the victory from here.

You won the game! Fuck, it feels good to relive the moments leading up to your fantastic victory. When the triumphant photo was taken to be put in the country’s club headline for this week, you all had crammed in, wanting to be included. The huge trophy that you held righteously in your hand while being in the middle, sure did you justice.

Your family had hosted a celebratory dinner at the finest restaurant in town. Of course, you were seated beside your beloved Lynn and your best friend Natalie.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie.” She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in closer for comfort as she kissed your cheek.

You blushed, feeling yourself heat up on the spot, ignoring the knowing looks from Lori and Luna.

The dinner was an absolute blast so Lynn and her family crashed the night at your house. Your parents showed the Loud family the guest rooms, allowing them the comfort of beds. Somehow, you showered all of the sweat from earlier games, changing into warm pajamas. Tiredly, Lynn had followed you up to your bedroom, seeking your cuddles, in hopes of a good night’s sleep.

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