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Something There (Chapter 12)

6.8k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, references to smutty things, absolute fluffy fluff

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A/N: This has... taken a while, lol. Honestly, I've been struggling with how to end this, mostly because I don't want to say goodbye to Roy and Bucky! But, all good (or at least halfway decent) things must come to an end. (Plus, I already know there'll be some blurbs featuring these two!) I hope you enjoy, and thanks for coming along for the ride ❤️

“What would you say is your greatest accomplishment?”

Roy nodded towards me and smirked. “Can I answer for her?”

Another “Manager Monday”. Apparently, people liked seeing Roy and me sitting together and answering questions. According to Keeley, the internet referred to us as the “Mum and Dad” of Nelson Road. It was weird and a little flattering, if I was being honest. And, frankly, getting to goof around and not-so-subtly flirt with Roy on camera during work hours was a pretty good deal.

“No, you cannot,” Keeley chuckled. “Go on then, greatest accomplishment.”

“Winning my Olympic Gold Medal,” I answered, elbowing Roy when I heard his good-natured snicker. “It was something my grandpa and I talked about for as long as I can remember. And he did come see me win it. After that, whenever he introduced me to people, it was always, ‘This is my granddaughter. She’s an Olympian.’” I smiled at the memory before turning to Roy. “What’s yours? That year you led the league in red cards?”

Roy’s smile had my heart doing somersaults. “You fucking know it.”

With lots of laughter and poor attempts to hide our flirting, we got through a couple more soccer-related questions before Keeley broached the topic we both knew she was dying to get to.

“So, the internet has been debating between two couple names for you two,” she announced mischievously. “‘Boy’ and ‘Rocky’. Which do you prefer?”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Keeley,” he growled, as I snorted, “We’re not answering that.”

While we were more than happy to let our friends at Nelson Road know about our relationship and annoy them with our PDA, we had agreed not to make any big public show of things- at least not until the season ended. We were enough of a distraction when we were just a few blurry photos the night of the gala; we didn’t want to take away any more media attention from the club, not when our teams were on the verge of something great.

Keeley rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. But once you two go public, you know better get used to those questions, alright? Because you guys are really fucking cute, and the internet loves you already.”

“We are pretty cute, I’ll give you that,” I chuckled, taking Roy’s hand and smiling at the grumpy coach- my grumpy coach.

In return, he leaned over and pecked my lips gently. “That better not fucking end up online,” he warned Keeley, thick eyebrows raised threateningly.

“We’d break the internet with that little kiss,” she teased, winking at me. “Better be nice to me, or I’m leaking that clip.”

“Careful,” Roy replied with a nod in my direction, affection sparkling in his eyes. “I heard this one’s got a mean right hook.”

Roy leaned on the doorframe, enjoying the view. Who would’ve thought that just watching someone put on makeup would make him so fucking happy?

But seeing her standing in front of his bathroom sink and applying that red lipstick had his heart skipping a couple beats. He liked this domestic thing, the sleepovers and the driving to work together and the making dinner and… everything. He wanted more of it, he realized. He wanted more of her. The word was on the tip of his tongue, the word that had been floating around in his head since they got together, since the gala if he was being honest. Maybe even before that, he didn't fucking know. But it was too soon, he knew. Things were already going fast enough and, although she was diving in headfirst just as hard, Roy was still worried about scaring her off.

Her playful eyes met his in the mirror. “Can I help you, Kent?” she teased.

He shrugged and pushed himself off the doorframe so he could stroll over casually. “Just admiring the view.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a slow kiss to her cheek. “I like when you wear that color.” Another kiss to her temple. “Especially when it ends up on my neck,” he hummed.

“Fuck off,” she chuckled, elbowing him gently. “Come on, let me finish getting ready. Otherwise, you’re going to be late to your game, Coach.”

“Fine,” he growled. “But after the match?”

She whirled around and grabbed his face gently, her eyes bright. “After the match, I promise my lipstick will be all over your neck.” She pressed her body close to his. “And maybe some other particular places.” Her red lips formed that smirk he loved, the one he couldn’t believe he used to find annoying. “But only if you win.”

Roy grinned, eyebrows raised at her appealing offer. “Well, lucky for me I’m the manager of a winning team.”

“That is lucky,” she purred, nudging her nose against his. “Now then, can I go put on my new Greyhounds kit?”

His grin widened. “You got a fucking Greyhounds kit?”

She shrugged. “Of course. I’m part of Richmond. I like the fellas. And I’m pretty obsessed with their pain in the ass manager.” She smiled. “It’s about time I start rocking some Greyhound gear.”

Roy’s heart was soaring. He loved wearing her name and number on his back, even if it made their relationship obvious to anyone who was paying even an ounce of attention. And he’d be lying his ass off if he said he hadn’t pictured what she’d look like wearing his name on a kit. Granted, some of those pictures in his head were in his bed rather than at a match, but still. What a fucking dream come true.

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Hurry up then, Coach.”

Roy probably would have skipped to the living room if it weren’t for this shit knee. With no one around, he didn’t bother hiding his stupid grin, the one he found himself wearing quite often these days. The internet had gone a bit wild with images of him wearing her name on his Whippets kit; he could only imagine the silly little fan edits and TikToks that would surely follow this match.

“What d’you think?”

Roy’s old man heart nearly stopped in his chest. The bright red and blue material hugged her figure perfectly, tempting him to rip it off of her and forget all about his match. The little Greyhound logo settled beautifully over her heart, just like the Whippets manager had weaseled her way into his. He was officially obsessed with the picture in front of him, he decided.

“Fucking perfect,” he hummed. He twirled his finger in a circle, eyebrows raised. He just needed to see one more thing. “Give us a spin, then.”

Her grin widened as she turned around, something mischievous in her eyes. Roy sat up a little straighter, unashamed to be so obviously excited to see-

“Does that fucking say Tartt?” he spat, pure disgust smeared across his bearded face.

Her laughter rang in his ears, almost magical enough to make him forget about this absolute betrayal. He narrowed his eyes at her as she turned back around, shameless amusement on her face. “What’s the matter, Roy?” she teased as she made her way over to where he slumped on the couch. “Don’t you think I look good?”

He reached out and tugged her onto his lap, doing his best to keep his stern expression. “I think,” he growled against her shoulder, pawing at the material, “that you need to take that fucking thing off.”

With a giggle, she grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch, reminding Roy of the night of the gala- their very first night. “Ah, no time to change, I’m afraid.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, careful not to leave any lipstick on his face. “Let’s go, Kent.”

Still grumbling and growling, Roy allowed himself to be pulled off the couch and dragged out of the house. When she wasn’t looking, he shook his head and smiled softly at her. Even with such a stupid name on her back, Roy still thought that seeing her in a Greyhounds kit was his new favorite sight.

He just couldn’t wait to rip the damn thing off of her.

“Let’s fucking go, Greyhounds!” I screeched, ignoring the way Keeley covered her ears.

After everything that had happened this season, both on and off the field, it was hard to believe it was coming to an end. Tonight, the Greyhounds were only one victory away winning the Premier League. And, after weeks of wearing Jamie’s name and other players’ names on my back just to mess with Roy (and the internet), I was proudly wearing his name and our number on my Greyhounds sweatshirt.

Keeley leaned close and held out her phone. “You’re already trending,” she teased, showing off a blurry photo of Roy and me entering the stadium, with me wearing Roy’s name and my signature red lipstick as I smiled up at the Greyhound manager. “And so is this.” There was Jamie Tartt, entering the stadium, wearing a fanny pack and, as usual, a hat. Unlike usual, this hat didn’t say “ICON”; instead, it proudly proclaimed “ROCKY”.

I rolled my eyes as the guys took their places on the field. “Is that a reference to that stupid ‘couple name’ thing?” I groaned. “Because you’re all supposed to be helping us keep quiet, you know.”

The sly way Keeley narrowed her eyes had me almost squirming. “Yeah. Because the way you two act during Manager Mondays and wearing each other’s kits is really discreet.” Suddenly, her suspicious expression turned somber, giving me a new urge to fidget. “How’s it all going by the way? You and him? The two of you seem pretty damn happy these days.”

“We are,” I assured her, not bothering to stop my wide smile from filling my face. “He’s… well, you know how he is.” I gave a soft chuckle as I looked down to the pitch and watched Roy lean over to say something to Coach Beard. Perfect, I decided. That was how Roy was; perfect. From the way he stood during games, shoulders squared and all business, to the way he always stole a quick kiss when our paths crossed at work, to the way his strong hands tenderly adored me in bed, to the lazy afternoons on his couch, to the phone calls and texts that flooded my phone whenever we were apart, to the way he made me laugh and smile in between all those moments. Roy Kent was fucking perfect. “He’s Roy.”

Keeley’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “I do know how he is,” she said carefully. The little clearing of her throat had me turning my eyes to her. Her eyebrows knitted together, as if she thought I would slug her at any moment. “And I hope this isn’t totally inappropriate, but we were talking last week- and he was saying he’s so fucking happy,” she quickly added, probably seeing my slowly raising eyebrows. “He’s just worried about being… clingy?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how completely apprehensive my friend looked. “Oh, Roy’s clingy as fuck,” I said. “But I like it.” I shrugged, my eyes returning to the gruff man on the pitch that had weaseled his way into my heart. “I… I’m clingy too,” I admitted. “I think that’s why we work, actually. We’re both pretty intense people, we both do everything at full speed, you know? So, one person’s idea of ‘too clingy’ is my idea of ‘absolutely fucking perfect’.”

The smile on Keeley’s face was filled with joy and a bit of relief. “I’m so happy to hear that,” she said, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. “Really. He deserves the best and you-” She smacked a kiss to my cheek. “-are the fucking best, babes.”

The tips of Roy’s fingers tingled as he stared down Jamie, who was making a mad dash towards their opponent’s goal. There were only moments left before stoppage time ended in a tie and the match inevitably went to extra time, which had been a dangerous place for the Greyhounds all season long. If Jamie couldn’t beat both the clock and goalkeeper, it felt like their season would end in defeat. And Roy couldn’t have that. Not this season. Not when everything seemed to be ending so well, on and off the pitch.

Only one defender stood between Jamie and the goal. Roy held his breath as he watched Jamie move this way and that, doing a maneuver he knew Tartt hadn’t learned from any of the coaches on the pitch; he’d learned this particular move from the Whippets. And he’d apparently learned it well, because suddenly Jamie was in front of the goal, kicking the ball and-

“JAMIE TARTT SCORES!”

Less than a moment later, the familiar sound of the referee’s whistle had all of Nelson Road in pure pandemonium. Roy sprinted onto the field, not caring about his stupid knee, and was instantly swallowed by the swarm of blue that was his team. He grabbed and hugged whoever was close by, not caring to see anything other than their wide eyes and wider smiles. He wondered ever so briefly if anything in his career would ever live up to this moment; he knew nothing before ever had. And, if he was being quite honest, he could live with this being the happiest moment of his career.

He was hugging Jamie tight, mumbling something about being fucking proud of the prick, when he heard some of his players call his name in teasing voices. He knew those tones; he’d been hearing them a lot lately, caused by one thing- well, one person- every fucking time.

Sure enough, when Roy glanced over his shoulder, the sight made his smile grow.

There she was, clad in her Greyhounds sweater, running at him. He knew she’d regret this run in the morning- they’d probably spend the whole next day icing ankles and knees- but she didn’t look like she cared. In fact, she looked like she didn’t care about anything other than Roy.

She threw herself into his arms and let him envelop her in a tight hug, one far too tight for two platonic managers to share.

“I’m proud of you,” she huffed into the crook of his neck. “So fucking proud, Roy.”

He released her slightly so she could gaze up at him, her eyes full of adoration and joy. Deep in his chest, Roy held a hope that she would stare at him like this for the rest of their lives. “Fucking come here,” he murmured, his hands leaving her hips to cup her face.

At some point over the season, Roy had lost count of how many times he’d kissed this woman. There were some kisses that were irrevocably stamped on his heart- their first kiss while sitting on his couch listening to Sam Cooke, the kiss in the rain after he’d given her the Team USA football, the sweet kiss they’d shared after he asked her to be his girlfriend- but this was probably his favorite so far. It was soft and slow, and it made the roar of the crowd go silent in Roy’s mind. He knew there was no going back from this; there would be photos of this kiss in the papers, and he’d definitely be asked about it in the post-match press conference. They’d once again be the subject of rumors and speculation, with Twitter users trying to put together a timeline and reanalyzing every little interaction they’d had over these last few months. It was going to be pure fucking hell.

But thankfully, his own personal heaven was in his arms.

When they parted, she wore a wide grin, the kind that made his heart skip a beat. “Congrats on the win, Coach,” she chuckled as she ruffled his hair. “Can’t believe you guys beat us to it.” She kissed his lips effortlessly, as if she kissed him on the pitch every day. “Whatever happened to ladies first?”

Roy shook his head and tightened his grip on her. “Just means the Whippets get to be the grand finale.”

“Grand finale,” she repeated, giving his jacket a tug to pull him back to herself. “I like the sound of that, Kent.”

Roy could’ve stayed on that pitch forever, holding her and kissing her, finally able to show everyone how he felt about her and how she miraculously felt about him. The feeling of winning the whole fucking thing, and having his girl in his arms, and hearing his team shout and celebrate, it was intoxicating as hell.

But, as Keeley reminded him with a giggle, there was pomp and circumstance to get through.

His whole body shook with excitement as he stood by Rebecca’s side and received the trophy. In the smiling crowd, he locked gazes with those familiar eyes. Could his smile get any bigger? he wondered. Surely that would be the morning headline: Richmond’s Roy Kent finally knows how to smile. And damn, if it wasn’t something he wanted to keep doing.

Once things began to die down on the pitch, Keeley began herding him towards the press conference he still had to do before celebrating with the team. He kept an arm wrapped around the Whippet’s manager as he finally made his way through the halls, to the familiar door that led to the press room. He paused in front of it, thinking about all the less-than-stellar moments he’d had in there. Announcing his retirement. Watching Jamie have a meltdown. Throwing a chair at George fucking Willows after being asked about Keeley. Being asked intrusive questions about his love life and the drama of this season. Some crappy things happened in that room, he admitted to himself.

But today? Today he walked in with his head held high; for the first time in a long time, Roy Kent felt nothing but good about himself and his life. His team was officially the best in the Premier League, and he had the girl of his dreams to kiss after the match. He allowed himself a smile as he settled in front of the cameras, enjoying the surprise on the reporters’ faces when they caught sight of his expression. In the back of the room, Keeley gave him a thumbs up before wrapping her arm around the Whippets’ manager, who shot him a wink that had his stupid grin widening.

Yeah. This might be the best fucking day of his whole fucking life.

The clamoring began before he even sat down. Roy rolled his eyes, albeit good-naturedly for once, and pointed to a familiar face, a reporter he didn’t fully hate. “Yeah?”

“Coach Kent, how does it feel to lead the Greyhounds to do the impossible?”

Roy leaned into his seat, determined to at least look relaxed. “Feels fucking great,” he said. “And I’m going to ignore that ‘impossible’ thing.” He smirked at the tittering from the reporters. “Because honestly, this team is fucking incredible. And anyone who thought this was ‘impossible’ for those lads hasn’t been paying attention.” After answering a few questions about the season and the match, he could see the journalists beginning to get restless. It was clear what they would be asking next. He pointed to another raised hand. “You.”

“A certain coach had an… interesting way of congratulating you,” the reporter asked in a timid voice. “Anything to say about that?”

For a moment, he glanced to the back of the room. Not to Keeley, like he usually did during these things, but to the pair of eyes that gazed back with a beautiful mixture of adoration and teasing. Another wink encouraged him to lean forward on his elbows and ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “There’s a lot I can say about that,” he chuckled. “But, all I will say is this-” He looked directly at those bright eyes. “-I’m fucking mad about that woman. She seems to think I’m alright, which is nice. And she continues to be one of the most impressive managers I’ve had the honor of watching on the pitch. And I am looking forward to seeing her and the Whippets kick some serious ass next weekend.”

More questions were hurled at him, mostly excited and kind ones, but Roy didn’t really hear them. He was too focused on trying not to simply sit and stare at that pretty face that smiled at him and made him feel like he’d won more than the Premier League.

I pulled my dark blue blazer on and turned to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Dark blue blazer, white blouse, best jeans, hair up in a ponytail, red lipstick applied, necklace my grandfather had given me around my neck. This was it, I decided. This was the outfit of a Women’s Super League-winning coach.

“You look fucking amazing.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around me as a scruffy kiss smacked my cheek. “Like a fucking winner.” Roy smirked at me in the mirror. He looked damn good in his white Whippets kit, the number six on his back and something that kind of looked like love in his eyes. If my entire season wasn’t on the line, I’d be debating ripping off that jersey and throwing Roy onto the bed. “Gonna wear your gold medal?” he teased.

With an eyeroll, I slipped out of his grasp and sat on my bed. “Just toss me my sneakers, Kent.”

Roy raised an eyebrow as he moved towards my familiar Converse that sat perfectly next to the closet. “Wow, I get to touch the Match Day shoes? What an honor.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled as I took the shoes from him and tugged them on. “I’m hoping your luck from last weekend rubs off on me and the Whippets.” I knew that underneath my joking tone, he could hear my nerves. Roy always seemed to know what was going on beneath the surface.

Sure enough, he sat down next to me and took my hand. “Oi.” His voice was as soft as his gaze. “You’re going to be fucking brilliant.” He kissed my forehead. “Your team is incredible. You are incredible. You’re Coach Bucky. World Cup winner, Olympic champion, NWSL Coach of the Year.” He shook his head as he rattled off my résumé with a smile on his face. “You’ve fucking got this.”

“I know.”

He raised his thick eyebrows at me expectantly. “But?”

“But…” I sighed heavily and let my head fall against his shoulder. “There’s just so much pressure,” I murmured. “It’s our first season. And with all of my personal drama…” I closed my eyes. “I have to win. I have to show that I’m a fucking winner. If I don’t, I’ll forever be that slutty American who slept with Roy freaking Kent.”

He gave me a light shove. “Oi, I thought you liked sleeping with Roy Kent.”

“Roy,” I huffed. “I’m being serious. I need to win today. I have to prove that I deserve to be taken seriously. Everything I’ve built this year is on the line. If we don’t do this, I don’t know-”

“Babe.” Roy shifted and lifted my legs until they draped over his lap. His arms felt like a warm blanket as they wrapped around my waist and tugged me close. “You don’t have to prove shit to anyone. You’re lightyears better at this job than I am-” A snort slipped out of my nose. “-and everyone knows it, no matter what happens today. You are brilliant and accomplished. And if it’s not this year, it’ll be next year.” He gave me a squeeze. “But I believe in you. Your team believes in you. Rebecca and Keeley and all the Greyhounds believe in you. Fuck what anyone else says.” He kissed my forehead, lingering for a moment. “You can always just punch them anyways.”

Fucking Roy, making me laugh and forget my anxiety. As I smiled through my nerves and kissed his mouth, probably smudging my lipstick, all I could think was how badly I wanted him to make me laugh for the rest of my fucking life.

The feeling of pride in Roy’s chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt in his life. The energy of the stadium vibrated through his whole body, and he couldn’t help the lump in his throat when he saw how absolutely packed the place was. He walked confidently into the owners’ box holding Phoebe’s hand tight. He smiled down at his bouncing niece, with her bright eyes and her own Bucky kit. She was talking a million miles a minute, reminding him of Keeley, chattering all about how well she knew the Whippets would do and asking if Roy was really going to take her onto the pitch after the match if the Whippets won. Her yammering only stopped so she could give Keeley a hug and take her seat next to the blonde.

“Ready to see your girl in action?” Keeley teased over Phoebe’s head as Roy took his seat.

His broad smile would have been enough of an answer. “She’s gonna be so fucking brilliant,” Roy laughed. “I can fucking feel it.” He narrowed his eyes at Phoebe’s expectant face. “Add it to my tab,” he grumbled.

To his surprise, Phoebe shook her head. “You get a free pass today, Uncle Roy,” she informed him earnestly. “It’s a very big day for Bucky and you’re probably very stressed.” She nodded, her demeanor comically matter of fact. “So, I’ll let it slide. Just for today.”

“Thanks, Pheebs,” he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. He nodded to Rebecca as she took her spot on Keeley’s other side. “Boss,” he greeted with a salute.

“Coach Kent,” she replied, a sparkle in her eye as she saluted back. “Beautiful night for a game, hmm?” Despite her calm tone, Roy could see the way her fingers drummed on her lap nervously.

He smirked at her. “Ready to be the owner of two winning teams?”

She shook her head, holding back a laugh. “Not thinking about it,” she announced firmly. “I am just going to enjoy the match, cheer for our girls, and feel proud of them no matter what.”

Keeley, Roy, and Pheobe all just stared at her until a smile broke out across her face.

“Alright, yes, I’m fucking ready!” She turned her attention to the field, where the Whippets were beginning to line up. “Let’s go, Whippets!”

The quartet were joined in the box by Beard and Nate and Jamie, who looked quite comfortable wearing Kira Malone’s name on his back. There were deafening cheers all around as the Whippets were introduced. Roy’s whole body felt warm as he bellowed their names; even without being head over heels for their manager, Roy would feel beyond proud of these women. He’d watched them work all season long, through sweat and injuries and fatigue and the harsh media. And they’d done it all with smiles on their faces and their heads held high. They were impressive and inspiring, and Roy already knew they would win that trophy.

And they had ninety minutes to do it.

After the players were introduced, the Whippets’ coaches stepped forward to shake hands with the opposing coaching staff. Of course, every eye in the owners’ box turned to Roy with mischievous smirks on their faces.

Not that Roy noticed. He was too busy jumping to his feet so he could cup his hands around his mouth and bellow, “Let’s fucking go, Buck!”

With that colossal voice of his, no one was surprised to see the manager look up in their direction. Her red-lipped smile was clear as day, and they all oohed teasingly when they saw her blow a kiss up towards them.

“Obviously that was for me,” Jamie joked, turning around and winking at his manager.

“Fuck off,” Roy chuckled as he resumed his seat. He gave the striker a light shove before turning his attention back to the pitch. Fuck, how was he supposed to focus on the match that was starting when she was down there, looking strong and confident and powerful- not to mention gorgeous. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched her in her element, shouting excitedly at her team and reaching out for Luke’s hand every now and then. Some part of him wanted to watch her forever; the other part of him couldn’t wait for the ninety minutes to end so he could wrap his arms around her and celebrate her victory.

A stray piece of popcorn smacked him in the temple and diverted his attention.

Keeley shot him that shit-eating grin and tossed a fresh piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You’re drooling, Roy-o.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and reached over Phoebe’s lap to steal a handful of Keeley’s popcorn. “Yeah, yeah,” was all he could manage. He smiled down at Pheobe, whose attention was rapt with the match in front of her. “Having fun?” he asked loudly, amused to find that her trance was just as intense as the one he’d just been in.

All the little blonde could do was nod, mouth slightly agape, as she watched the Whippets score their first goal of the match. The entire stadium was on their feet, deafening with their shouts and cheers as the players embraced. But of course, the only thing Roy could see was their manager and the way she looked up at the owners’ box, right at him.

Lucas was holding my hand so tight he was going to cause permanent damage to my blood circulation. Not that I cared; we had succeeded in keeping the game tied 2-2 all through stoppage time, and now Amanada Camacho had managed to secure a penalty kick. With my free hand, I gripped my necklace tightly, as if the little gold charm would somehow direct Amanda’s kick into the right direction.

The forward made her move, running towards the ball, and gave a powerful kick-

That sailed perfectly into the corner of the goal, out of the goalie’s reach.

In unison, Lucas and I let out sharp screams and crashed into each other’s arms, trading kisses on cheeks and foreheads. When the referee blew her whistle, we sprinted onto the field, greeting our mob of Whippets in a pile of hugs that evolved into a mountain of players and staff tumbling over each other. It was loud and chaotic- and beautiful. Somewhere in the reveling, tears had formed in my eyes, but they didn’t fall until I found myself face to face with Rebecca’s glowing smile and own teary eyes.

“Well done,” she said simply, wrapping me in a tight hug. “Well fucking done.”

I melted into her embrace- fuck, how was this woman so perfect that even her hugs were the best?- and finally let the tears fall. “Thank you for believing in me,” was all I could manage.

She shook her head. “That’s just the Richmond way,” she chuckled as Keeley approached us.

The blonde wrapped us both into a group hug, chattering about how brilliant the girls had been, how brilliant I had been, how we were going to have the biggest celebration ever once we left the stadium, how I’d better have brought a change of clothes like she’d instructed me so we could party properly.

But her excitement was drowned out by my beating heart when I caught sight of a pair of beautiful brown eyes sparkling at me.

“Kent!” I shrieked, breaking free of my bosses’ warm embraces. I sprinted towards him, this time under stadium lights and falling confetti rather than pouring rain, and launched myself into his arms. He caught me with ease, lifting me and letting me wrap my legs around him. With a couple of first place finishes under our belts, we were finally free to be as publicly insufferable as we wanted- which I planned on taking full advantage of. I figured a dramatic kiss on the pitch was a good start, and Roy seemed to agree as he attached his lips to mine hungrily.

“So. Fucking,” he huffed into my mouth between kisses, “Proud.” He held me tighter, pressing my chest harshly to his. “You’re amazing.”

I finally removed myself from the kiss so I could bury my burning hot face in his shoulder. He let me plant my feet back on the ground, but kept his arms firmly around me. “Roy,” I murmured, realizing I had something important to tell him. “I-”

“Bucky!” Phoebe jumped onto my back, nearly knocking me over.

“Pheebs!” I laughed, turning away from Roy so I could hug his niece. “I’m so glad you came,” I gushed. “Your team wins a championship next, right?” When I glanced up at Roy over Phoebe’s head, he was already gazing at me, something soft on his face. He’d been doing that a lot lately, I realized as I returned his smile. This gentle stare that held something significant, something I felt sure one of us would break down and say soon. Something I’d wanted to say since I first ran out in the rain to him.

But I didn’t have time to think about that. Not when my team was calling for me to join them to be crowned the Women’s League champions and hoist the trophy in the air and beam with pride as cameras flashed in our faces.

I was still beaming as I held Roy’s hand in the club the Greyhounds and Whippets took over to celebrate both of our victories; Rebecca was something of a blubbering mess as she took the microphone early in the night and thanked both clubs for their hard work, thanked our coaching staffs for surviving the wild ride that had been our season (Beard raised his eyebrows in our direction, clearly remembering being frustrated enough to lock us in a shed), and above all thanked Keeley for being her partner in the adventure of establishing what she knew would be a great legacy of women’s football in Richmond.

By the time Rebecca finished and called me up to make my own speech, I was close to joining Rebecca in her tears; unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t look as graceful as she did once my waterworks began flowing. So instead, I focused on smiling as I kissed her cheek and took the accepted the microphone from her.

“How’re we feeling, Richmond?” I was answered with cheers and shouts from our teams and their loved ones. “I’ll try to keep this brief so we can get back to partying- although my Whippets probably already know I’m not as capable of brevity as the Greyhounds say Coach Kent is.” The mere mention of Roy’s name provoked catcalls and wolf whistles from both squads. “Calm down,” I laughed, shaking my head when I caught Roy’s not-really-annoyed eyeroll aimed at Jamie. “I just want to say thank you,” I continued once the commotion subsided. “Thank you to the Whippets, for all of your incredible work and dedication. I think we made it clear to the Women’s Super League and all of England that W.F.C. Richmond has arrived.” Cheers again filled the club, as well as my heart. “Thank you to our fearless leaders Keeley and Rebecca, for believing in us every step of the way.” Keeley’s little bow alongside Rebecca’s refined wave had me giggling into the microphone. “A special thanks to our dear Greyhounds. It was an adjustment learning to work together-” Coach Beard’s exaggerated groan could be heard loudly over everyone else’s teasing hums. “-but we managed.” I shot Roy a wink that was returned with a blown kiss. “And, personally, more than anyone else I have to thank my right-hand man.” My eyes found Lucas’s. “Luke,” I sighed. “You formed me into the player I was so proud to be. You mentored me into the coach I’ve become. You were insane enough to follow me here for this adventure, you held my hand during every scary moment and picked me up every time I fell. We came here for greatness-” I shrugged, gesturing to the assembled group of champion athletes. “- and I think we fucking found it.” Both teams hollered in agreement, but still managed to hear my last few words: “Richmond on three! One, two, three-”

“RICHMOND!”

In a blur of cheers and hugs and kisses, I finally found myself back in Roy’s embrace, accepting the chaste kiss he pressed to my lips.

“Wanna sneak off for a moment?” he hummed in my ear. “After that, I need to give you a proper kiss. And if I do that here, I think Beard might actually be fucking ill.”

I leaned into his touch. “Can’t have that,” I teased back.

We wandered away from the bar, ignoring the eyerolls from our friends when they caught sight of our lovesick expressions. We had warned them early on; they were going to miss the days of our screaming matches and insults. These days, instead of walking in on arguments, they walked in on make out sessions. Jamie had more than a few times accused us of trying to make him go blind. Even Keeley grimaced when I asked if she wanted to continue Manager Mondays next season, clearly regretting asking us to be more affectionate once we were public.

All season everyone bitched at us about getting along. We were only giving the people what they wanted.

Roy clearly knew what he wanted when he found a dark, isolated corner where he could press my back against a column that hid us from view. His mouth melded with mine as his hands lazily stroked up and down my sides. I sighed against his kiss and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me. My mind was filled with thoughts of the weeks ahead of us; sure, we’d have a shit ton of press, but once the circus was over, this was all I wanted to worry about. We’d floated the idea of going on some fabulous vacation together, turning our phones off and isolating ourselves in a little bubble of sex and food and laughter. I’d told Roy we could settle plans once the seasons were ended, which he had seemed thrilled about. Or at least as thrilled as Roy could manage. But as I kissed him harshly and melted in his arms, I briefly considered that spending our entire break locked in his house with nothing but takeout, movies, and his bed sounded just as good as whatever destination he had in mind.

Still, we’d worked hard and gone through a lot; we deserved a damn vacation.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he mumbled as he began to wander down my neck. “Seeing you on the pitch today… and up there with your speech…” He groaned softly and pressed a slow kiss to my collarbone. “Don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now.”

My grip on him tightened as my body tensed up. Not bothering to hide my wide smile, I tugged at him until his face was inches away from mine. “You love me?”

His smile was sloppy and bashful, my favorite sight. “Fucking ’course I do,” he murmured as he brushed some hair out of my face. “You’re something special, you know that? I think I’ve loved you since that moment in the shed at the fucking retreat, hearing you say we were both going to win the whole fucking thing. Called it ‘fairy tale shit’.” He touched his nose to mine. “This right here, this is some fairy tale shit.”

“It is,” I breathed before closing the space between your mouths, pulling Roy into a tender kiss. Before I could deepen it into something a bit harsher, he pulled back, eyebrow quirked playfully. “What?” I chuckled.

“I love you,” he whispered, raising both eyebrows now.

I nodded, trying to hide the grin that was growing on my face. “So I heard.”

He rolled his eyes and took my face in his hands. “Anything you care to say to me, Coach Buck?”

He knew. Of course he fucking knew. He knew from the way I kissed him and the way I looked at him and the way I held him close whenever I could. He knew from the way we made love at night and made breakfast together in the morning. He knew from the way our fingertips brushed when we passed each other at work. He knew from the million little things we shared every day.

But sometimes, a fella needs to hear the words.

“Fine,” I huffed, all faux exasperation as I tugged his face back towards mine. “I guess I love you too.”

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wlntrsldler · 4 months

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hi!! i hope you’re doing well :). can i please request either “and you're telling me you wanna kiss me but we shouldn't cause we're just friends." or “when you found me i was a train wreck” with sam obisanya? i’m not picky either way i just thought they’d both be good and couldn’t decide hehe. thanks!!

kissing in swimming pools | sam obisanya

based on the song kissing in swimming pools by holly humberstone: "when you found me i was a train wreck."

description: the first "i love you" f!reader (she/her)

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did ya expect? fluff! sam in loveeee.

word count: 1356 words

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There were only three things that Sam Obisanya was sure of.

The first is that his father will be proud of him no matter what he ends up accomplishing in his life. He was sure that if life didn’t pan out the way that it did and he wasn’t a famous footballer, his father would still be as proud as he is of him. He was lucky in that sense– that he had a father who never once made him doubt whether he loved his son or not. Sam knew that he wouldn’t be half the man that he is if his father wasn’t his father. And in his opinion, he thinks he ended up pretty decent.

The second thing he is sure of is that Ted Lasso was put on this earth to be AFC Richmond’s coach, even if it was just for the short time that he did. Some pretty spectacular people had coached Sam, Roy Kent being one of them, but Ted was something special. Not only did he make Sam a better player on the pitch, he also made him a better man. Whenever he does something wrong, he always repeats the words, “Be a goldfish,” in his head, over and over again. When he’s having a bad day, where everything seems to be going wrong, he closes his eyes and the word “Believe,” on that bright yellow paper is the image in his head.

The third and final thing Sam Obisanya is sure of is that if he was asked who was the love of his life, he would say you with no hesitation.

He watched you dance with Keeley to some random 2000s pop song on the dance floor. Beard and Jane were engaged in some weird dance routine that had people raising their eyebrows, but Sam figured they were able to act however they wanted since it was their wedding night. He couldn’t help but smile as you threw your head back in laughter as Keeley tried to do the shuffle in her heels.

“Oi,” Jamie nudged his arm, “You reckon Y/N will still be your date at Jane and Beard’s 25th wedding anniversary?”

“Absolutely,” Sam replied before Jamie even finished his question, “I love her. There’s no one else for me, Jamie. I don’t think anyone can ever compare.”

Jamie let out a breath, eyes widening as he took a sip from his bottle, “Sheesh, bold claim, man.”

“Honestly, I know she’s the love of my life.”

“This is cute and all,” Colin interrupted, leaning across the table to meddle in Sam and Jamie’s conversation, “But have you told her that?”

Sam shook his head, a goofy smile on his face, “No, not yet. I don’t know how I should tell her or what she’d say. I don’t even know if she feels the same way about me.”

“You won’t know ‘til you tell her,” Jamie said, “And for what it’s worth, I think it’ll be a good response.”

Sam took a sip of his own beer and then placed the bottle on the table. He cleared his throat, dusting off his dress pants. As the song transitioned to a slow song, he walked over to where you stood with Keeley on the dance floor. He tried to ignore the sounds of cheering from the table of footballers he just left, but he couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip to control his smile.

Keeley was facing Sam so she noticed him before you did. She shot him a wink and bid you goodbye by squeezing your arm. As Keeley walked away, you turned around to find Sam with an outstretched hand.

“May I have this dance?” He asked though he was already pulling you into him.

“Always,” you responded, draping your arms around his neck while his hands found their way to your hips. You swayed slowly to the sound of the music, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. You knew that there were others on the dance floor, hell, you knew that the newlyweds were right beside you, but somehow at that moment, you felt like it was just you and Sam. “Y’know, before I met you, I always thought that people were lying when they said that when they’re with their partner the whole world disappears.”

“What do you think now?” he asked, spinning you around elegantly, “Do you feel that way with me?”

“Mhm,” you answered. You let your right-hand cup his face. He nuzzled his cheek against your palm, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips. You rubbed his skin with the pad of your thumb, cherishing the way he melted under your touch. “When I met you, I was a train wreck. I was always working. I never took time to take care of myself and for a while, I really did forget how to take care of myself. Then you came along…”

His smile turned shy as if he couldn’t believe that you were giving him the credit he deserved, “Then I came along…”

“Then you came along and reminded me how beautiful life could be if I just slowed down and took some time to breathe, to experience life, to smile,” you trailed off, not sure how you were going to word the next part. You took a deep breath, halting your movements before saying, “Sam, I lov-”

“No!” He exclaimed, a bit too loudly. He made a face of embarrassment, looking around the dancefloor to see couples staring at him oddly. Keeley, who was dancing with Roy, gave him a questioning look, “Apologies, everyone.”

You chuckled quietly, moving his face to look at you again, “No?”

“No- I mean- yes!” He babbled, “I mean, I don’t want you to say it first. I need to say it first. But I do, too. I do. I do love you.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips, giggling as you pulled away, “I love you, Sam Obisanya.”

Sam chased your lips, unable to contain the smile on his face, “I like how that sounds.”

“What?” you teased, “You like it when I say I love you?”

“Can’t get enough of it,” he mumbled against your lips, “You’re gonna have to say it at least fifty times a day. Texts don’t count because I don’t get to hear your pretty voice say it. Phone calls are okay and voice memos are the last resort. I would prefer it if you were in front of me when you said it, though. ‘Cause then I will get to kiss you.”

“You don’t ever need an excuse to kiss me, Sam.”

“Thank God for that,” Sam said, spinning you one last time as the music came to a stop.

As you fell back into his arms, he couldn’t help but imagine you at your wedding; how beautiful of a bride you’d be, how the lads would be cheering for Mr. and Mrs. Obisanya when the two of you walk into the reception, how in his vows, he’ll recount the moment he realized that he was going to marry you.

You walked back to the table with Sam, hand in hand, with a glow that all of the boys noticed. Dani and Richard were fawning over something on Isaac’s phone, calling you and Sam over to take a look at it. When you saw the picture, tears pooled in your eyes. In the photo, you were staring up at Sam, laughing a bit as he stumbled over his words. Isaac managed to capture the exact moment Sam told you he loved you for the first time. Sam draped an arm over you, kissing the crown of your head, as he chuckled at how stupid he looked in the picture.

Throughout your relationship, there were many “I love you’s” that followed, many photos that were taken and shared, and many other weddings you attended. But that photo, imperfect, silly, and a bit grainy, was your favorite moment– your favorite “I love you,” your favorite photo of the both of you, but it was taken at your second favorite wedding. Your favorite wedding was your own.

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"high school"

⫭◦⨝◦⫬

doa + hunting dogs {high school AU! hcs}

warnings: none!! just keep in mind this isn't an xreader!!

decay of angels

nikolai is, without question, the class clown, and head of the drama club

the teachers HATE him

he asks waaaaaay too many questions, and all the time, too

and they're so random???

they'll be in the middle of a test and he'll ask the teacher "how's your marriage doing right now? how's your partner, are they doing well?"

lowkey gets kicked out of the class daily

now spends most of his time playing cards with the secretary in the office

bram sometimes gets sent there as well, just because he's in the mood to take a nap

however, he doesn't really say that, he'll make up some kind of excuse like "oh it's my medical condition, I have limited energy" because he's paraplegic, even if it's bs

he's also that one edgy kid who sits in the back of the class discussing the end of the world

he??speak??so??oddly??

"death cometh for thou," like dude okay no need to talk like that???

the only person who actually understands what he says is fyodor, the reigning chess champ in the school

he's also very tired all the time, but he doesn't sleep, he'll just answer a few questions here and there if he's forced to, just to shut up the teacher

does the absolute bare minimum effort to pass class because he thinks it's all useless

"you have great potential, and I'm sure you understand all the material, fyodor, so with just a bit of effort-"

"thank you for the advice."

gets up and leaves 💀

fukuchi is the gym teacher that yells all the time and tells students to do pushups just because he feels like their face is mocking him

everyone either loves his class or dreads it

nikolai is fine, he's not all that athletic but he can run pretty decently and, worst case scenario, he just needs to bug the teacher and get sent to the office again to complete his game of poker with the secretary

fyodor hates gym class

with a burning passion

I CAN'T EVEN ENVISION HIS STICK-LEGS RUNNING PROPERLY SKJGKSJFG

hides under any large object and waits it out

bram is in a wheelchair so he just smugly looks at coach like "haha sucker!", only to be given dumbbells and told to do upper body workouts

now, fyodor and bram are hide-from-gym-class buddies

sigma is in preschool

yk since he's like 3 years old-

CHUBBY CHEEKS

he's so precious unlike all the other toddlers, but he does cry a lot

A LOT

LIKE WAY TOO MUCH

"sigma, you have to share your blocks with our friends, okay?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

the caretakers still love him tho

BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA

hunting dogs

jouno and tecchou are the upperclassmen, which is surprising given how many braincells they share between them

jouno is hands down the pretty popular jock on campus and all the girls FALL TO THEIR KNEES

he does get in trouble every once in a while for bullying people or threatening them, but he has practically seduced the principal at this point, so it's no biggie

tecchou is that one kid who raises their hand in class and gets everything wrong

he's great in gym class, though, seeing as he likes to work out in his spare time

some girls try to approach him while he's doing his own thing and staring at the ground but he's like "wait."

"...wait? for what?"

"the ants"

"...the ants???"

"you were about to step on them."

girls have now stopped trying to approach him

tachihara is the Bad Boy™ with Family Issues™ and Inferiority Complex™

he gets in trouble A LOT

unlike Nikolai, it isn't for harmless questions or disturbing the class, it's for beating up someone else and egging someone's locker and placing a pin on the teacher's chair and-

needless to say, the teachers hate him with a burning passion

he's taking teruko as his apprentice in chaos, given she'd be around two year younger than him

she doesn't get in trouble bc (assuming this is a different school and everything) the gym coach fukuchi defends her in front of the school staff ALL THE TIME since she's his favorite student

she's surprisingly good at most subjects, except...

m a t h

she screams and throws a full-on tantrum by tossing her math book outside the window then setting it on fire because this girl CANNOT survive variables and constants and graphs and parabolas

fly high, math notebook 😞✊🕊

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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did u know ao3 has no jesper x male fics??? IT IS ABSOLUTELY CRIMINALLL 😭😭😭😭

can i pls req a jesper fluff 🤭🤭 i dont rlly have a preference for how u do it, just like playful flirting and confessions 🫶🏼

thank you :)

Light of The Moon- J.F x Male! Reader

Okay, judging by your comment about ao3, I went ahead and made this an x male! reader and it is pretty damn fluffy lol. I'm sorry that this took me like, two weeks, I just couldn't figure out how to start this for the life of me and only after I figured it out did I proceed.

I hope you like this one! I leaned more into the confession aspect then I did the flirting because I cannot write anything better than half decent flirting for the life of me, but I hope you like this if you read it kind nonnie.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of lungs being given away (Jesper says he would've given his left lung up) mentions of blades, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. I'm also tired and this is largely unedited but we die like matthias in this house

Spring was an odd, but a lovely, time of year. It was the in between as far as weather was concerned. Some days called for rainstorms, others were humid and breezeless, though more often than not, it was a perfect blend of the two extremes.

That day, the day that Jesper graced your door with a candle, some tea, and a few good books, it was rainy. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain against the window that stood two feet above your bed and was connected to the ceiling, and you'd let it be the soundtrack to your routine that day.

Waking up and eating two of the cinnamon buns you'd bought from a bakery in the Geldcanal, not far out from where Wylan had lived with his mother.

Brushing your teeth, showering, getting dressed, grabbing your umbrella and your bag and getting a ride on a cheap coach to the University District, where you took your classes and ignored the intense headache that kicked in halfway through your day. Going home, doing a few hours behind the bar at the Crow Club.

The rain still continued close to eleven bells, after you'd grabbed your cheque for two weeks of work from Kaz and when Jesper showed at your door, two teas in hand, a candle, lighter, and a few books in a satchel draped over a shoulder.

"Mind if I steal your company for a bit, love?"

You scoffed. "You needn't flirt with me, Jesper, not if company is your goal," you said. "I would legitimately drop everything just to hear you laugh, so the flirting isn't necessary."

It was Jespers turn to scoff. "Well then, as far as flirting is concerned, it seems you've become my competition."

"Loser goes against Nina," you suggested as Jesper passed you the tea he'd grabbed. Jespers face showed horror for a moment before he relaxed.

"She'd beat us in a minute," he said. "No chance either of us would win that fight. I think I watched her make eyes at a pair of boots she liked once."

You laughed, took a sip of the tea Jesper had brought along. "Thank you for the tea, by the way. Needed it more than I thought."

Jesper only shrugged in response, incredible grin coming to his face easily.

"It's no problem, love," he said, the grin turning into a smirk. He'd been using that nickname for you since you'd known him, claiming he liked the way it made you flustered.

You'd taken that for what it was, chosen to remain selectively oblivious every time he used it and your heart gave a funny flitter in response.

"I've missed you," Jesper spoke into the silence. "Kaz has had me swept up in jobs and—"

You accidentally cut Jesper off with a nod. He'd been swept up in jobs for Kaz, you'd been swept up trying to graduate from university in one piece as midterms approached and your workload grew more by the day. A literature degree, as it turned out, was not all that you hoped it would be. It wasn't anything short of difficult and it was nothing if not occasionally mildly inconvenient.

"I've missed you more," you said. "Academia, especially in lit, is not easy. I regret this degree sometimes. Miss the jobs, the thrill of it."

Jesper laughed. "Ah, so you miss the jobs more than me?"

You shook your head. Jesper was your best friend, the guy who you'd been in love with since you enrolled in at Ketterdam University and met him in your first week. The jobs may have been worth it because of the money, but ultimately, jobs be damned.

You'd gotten the degree so that you wouldn't be reliant upon crime-based income as it were after having lived as a member of the Dregs for nearly a year and a half when you'd enrolled. But, there was a part of you that knew you'd happily give the degree up if it meant you never had to go more than a week without seeing Jesper, without hearing his jokes and responding to his quips with wit quicker than a blade.

"Never," you said. "I've missed you like hell, though. Seriously. I've missed you much it's not even funny."

Jesper laughed as he lit the candle, and an easy conversation went on. Jesper discussed the job that he'd just been on, and in turn, you discussed the mundanities of university life.

"I came round to talk about something," Jesper said after a few moments had passed, taking a sip of his tea absentmindedly. You took a sip of yours, dread filling you from head to toe.

"Anything good?" You asked.

"Depends on if you feel the same way," Jesper said, a nervous laugh prickling at the end of his sentence. "I uh—silences have never really been my forte, as you've been able to guess. I don't know when it happened, but we've known each other so long and it just kind of did, and I understand if you don't—"

A grin spread on your face before you could stop it. "Are you in love with me, Jesper Fahey?"

"Am I that easily read?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, shrugging. "I've loved you since I saw you at the Boeksplein on my first day at campus," you said. "I saw you and I just thought that—"

Jesper blinked. He'd recalled turning, meeting your gaze and silently recognizing you when he saw you maybe a week and a half later at the Slat, brandy in hand as you poured over something from your course load. He remembered striking a conversation about it, too.

"I watched you take notes on the book you were reading for a classic lit division my first night at the Slat," Jesper recalled. "I remember. I approached, started a conversation, and I fell in love almost right off the bat. It was the brandy that got me, I think. Brandy shows good taste."

You laughed a bit as Jesper came to sit to your right. "That night?" You asked. "I looked a mess that night, and you fell in love with me then?"

"You didn't look a mess," Jesper disagreed. You remembered that night in near perfect detail. You'd been wearing a Ketterdam University jumper that all first years got in the welcome kits they were given at the campus entrance, a maroon colored one with gray sweatpants. Your hair was a mess from running your hands through it so much, your fingertips stained with ink by the time that Jesper had approached.

"I absolutely did, Jes," you disagreed.

Jesper thought on it for a few moments. "All right," he said. "I concede. You looked a mess."

You nodded your agreement.

"But you were quite the mess that day," Jesper said. "The sight of you sent me into a gay panic that Inej made fun of me over, and I think right then I would've given my left lung just to kiss you."

You laughed, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"I really would've," Jesper said. "Still would, I think."

"You don't have to give anything up to kiss me," you said. "The feeling is mutual, seriously."

Jesper grinned, and you pulled your forehead off his shoulder, standing and setting the to-go mug of tea you held onto your dresser. Jesper did the same, and then you both were leaning in.

"May I?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, nodding as your arms came to rest on either of his shoulders where his wrapped around your waist. "Jesper, I have waited for you to kiss me for four years. Please do."

And then his lips were on yours and you were so happy that it felt almost earth shattering, contentment flowing through you like it never had.

He pulled away, grinning. "I love you," he whispered, lips still ghosting yours. "I have loved you as long as I've known you."

"Ditto," you whispered, and he was laughing, and your lips were on his again and you were so content that it was almost dizzying.

You spent the remainder of the night in each others company, the both of you exchanging kisses and talking in the light of the moon. You felt like your life was perfect, and you wouldn't've had it any other way

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twig-tea · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @infinitelyprecious and @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle! Thank you friends 💕

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope! My folks just liked the name they chose for me. They did the thing where they tried to choose a name that they thought would be unique and ended up with one of the most common names in the year, for both me and my brother.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Watching the What Did You Eat Yesterday S2 finale.

3. do you have kids?

Nope! Never wanted any, so I'm happy with the status quo.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

HA. Here we go. In elementary school I was on a neighbourhood softball team and was terrible; in the end of year tournament, we were two outs and I was at bat and struck out for us to lose, which soured me on this game permanently. I also took neighbourhood tennis lessons and sucked at that too though I really did try. In middle school I was on the basketball team because I was tall and the coach was convinced I could learn hand/eye coordination....she was wrong. I am a decent defense player because height lets me block but I cannot land a foul shot to save my life (or my team's). For fun during lunch l I played [American] football with other enthusiasts. We would play tackle in all weather and on pavement, and we had a great time (I wasn't good but I enjoyed it). By high school I had finally convinced everyone around me I have no hand/eye coordination or physical skill and stopped all sports activities. PHEW. These days I do no sports though I will go to my company slo-pitch games and heckle like heckling's a sport.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Absolutely, but I try not to use it in that mean way in which people try to make someone feel bad about themselves.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Body language, how they hold themselves and move.

7. what’s your eye color?

Close to slate grey/blue.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

I don't respect this false dichotomy.

9. any talents?

My superpower is the ability to sing along to any song whether or not I've heard it before, and whether or not I know the language. Other than that, I'm pretty good at understanding what people are trying to say and not just what they actually said, which comes in handy in show analysis as well as interpersonal communication and work. And I am good at modifying/adapting recipes to use what I've got/what I like on the fly. Those are my core talents!

10. where were you born?

Toronto, Canada

11. what are your hobbies?

Other than watching All The BL/GL/QL? I am crafty, I like playing with mixed media stuff, lap weaving, and bookmaking/bookbinding. I haven't had the energy for it the last few years, and that's been mildly devastating. But I made holiday cards for the first time in years this year, which was very fun! I also have been known to puzzle, and I garden when I can. And I hike on occasion!

12. do you have any pets?

Nope! I'm allergic to most pets (fur and feathers; I tried keeping fish but was allergic to the algae on the tank, so I gave up). The dog in my avatar is my parents' rescue dog they got after I left home, and I see her when I visit them! She's a "hypoallergenic" breed mix but that's actually meaningless and I'm still allergic lol

13. how tall are you?

180cm; and the kicker is I've been this tall since elementary school so I went from being the tallest person in the room by a LOT to half the boys in the room shooting up to my height or higher, which was a weird experience!

14. favorite subject in school?

Tie between English, Biology, and Chemistry. I loved science and words and analysis in both subjects. I ran the bio and chem clubs in high school!

15. dream job?

University textbook editor, which I did for ~7 years! And it was everything I wanted it to be, but I eventually outgrew it. I love what I do now too (essentially I'm in management), and I know I'm lucky that I've had jobs I love for most of my working life.

I won't tag anyone because I've been absent for days, but if you see this, this is permission to do this tag game, and tag me so I see your post 💕

#tag game

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the ice girl — umich hockey

new girl in a new school . not really much fun you would say .

it was a fresh start , as your mom said , but it wasn’t the same . a lot of people would stare , probably don’t like the way you look .

today for instance , y/n y/l/n continued to catch a certain group of boys , known as the umich hockey team , which she didn’t know at the moment , staring at her . it was weird .

—

“ she’s pretty hot, i mean you can’t lie about that .” matty beniers spoke to the team as they watched you grab your lunch from their table.

“ matty shut up , she wouldn’t date someone like you . especially with that big nose of yours . it just doesn’t suit you man . “ brendan brisson spoke . the rest of the umich hockey team chuckled while beniers whispered something under his breath that no one else could hear .

you were an eye catcher , in a good way . your looks for one , the way your hips sway when you walk , your hair color glistening in the sun coming through the lunchroom . the boys loved everything about you .

“ i call dibs by the way . “ thomas bordeleau spoke after taking a sip of his protein shake .

“ dude.. ” ethan edwards scowled , “ im the one that noticed her first.. i should be the one getting her . “

“ dude that doesn’t mean anything , she’ll probably like me more anyways . “ bords spoke .

“ yeah we’ll see . “

“ well uhm idk about you guys , but i don’t really have any big intentions with this new girl.. i just really wanna get to know her ya know.. she looks decent . “ luke hughes spoke . the rest of the guys groaned at his niceness , luke was known as the soft boy of the team .

“ luke , you say that now but watch . “ jimmy lambert chuckled and took a bite of his lunch . “ she’ll definitely want me anyways , you guys just aren’t worth it . “

the guys all started arguing over her , meanwhile she watched from afar , not aware of what they were talking about , but intrigued at their loudness .

—

“ what do you mean the ice rink isn’t allowed for people that aren’t on the hockey team?!” y/n loudly spoke as she gathered the attention from others around.

“im sorry.. it’s just.. you don’t allow other people on? even when they aren’t using it?”

“ yeah , unfortunately hun. i’m sorry. but there is a rink about a mile away, they allow anyone in. “ the coach of the girls hockey team, you believed , spoke .

“ it’s just i’d think a school would apply all those necessities , but i guess not . “ y/n spoke with her arms crossed and a pouty face on .

the coach shrugged , “ you can always join the hockey team hun , you look like a perfect fit . “

“ no thanks . “ y/n turned on her heels and walked towards the exit doors , upset .

—

she had a plan.

she would sneak into the rink at 12 , and hopefully get a bit of skating in . see , she didn’t play hockey . she was a figure skater .

and she’d always try to get a bit of practice in during the day . back home , there was an ice rink only 20 minutes away from her house , and now there’s nothing . she had to try .

y/n had her things ready . her skates in her duffel bag , she had her fit on , a simple pair of leggings and a black shirt that fit just right , and a hair the to put her hair up when she was ready .

everyone in the dorms were asleep . well at least she thought .

the umich boys caught her leaving the dorms and heading towards the schools rink with a duffel bag , which they thought was pretty weird.

so they decided to spy on her .

“ uh guys this is a bit weird don’t you think .. “ luke hughes spoke as they snuck behind bushes at her pace , as she was speed walking , trying her best not to get caught .

“ bro she literally is wearing all black , carrying a duffel bag , and walking towards our rink . what if she’s trying to blow up the place , “ mark estapa spoke low trying not to catch her attention .

brendan gasped , “ what if she works with the mafia dude?! “

kent johnson grabbed his shoulder which made him turn his head the slightest bit , “ dude.. “

“ huh? , “ spoke brendan .

“ you’re delusional . “ kent smiled in his face and walked in front of him as his jaw hung wide open , surprised at his friends rudeness .

they had finally made it to the rink , and y/n somehow managed to keep up in front of them . she was fast .

the boys thought they had lost her , but saw the doors leading to the rink opened a tiny bit , so they walked inside and were surprised at the sight in front of them .

“ she figure skates?! “

—

part 2? 🤨 .

also , hope you guys enjoyed . i was just bored and decided to make this so yeahhh .

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#umich hockey #umich hockey imagine

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Let's see if this works!

I've been all over Twitter lately since your ask box here has been closed, mostly lurking, but god some of the ideas that have been on there... 🥵🥵🥵

Do you have any favorite ideas that you've seen on Twitter recently? I've been super into the ones where Tim gets pregnant, those are always so good, especially the more taboo ones like him being on the younger side or getting knocked up by Jack Drake, etc. So I wanted to see if there were any ideas you saw and wanted to expand on/talk more about 👀👀👀

Also so glad you're back, hopefully for good this time ❤️

ah thank you!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ it's good to be back i hope that it will be for good this time as well!!

i;m happy to know that you were able to enoy the tweets i put put out whilst i couldn't put out much on tumblr- the one slight downside of being on tumblr and twitter is that i can easily post things i post on tumblr to twitter, it just takes some patience since i have to separate all the text to individual tweets. but the same can't be said of twitter to tumblr so a lot of the things that people who exclusively only view my tumblr they end up missing which is a shame since i really do have some AU's i really like on there!!! and i'm so happy you enjoy my work, it makes me really happy to hear that!!!!

one idea that i recently did that fits the criteria is of this jacktim and brutim thread i did a little while ago. i know in fanon a really popular depiction of jack and janet drake is that they were maliciously neglectful and abusive which i personally don't agree with it because oftentimes it's escalated and taken to a point where they're almost depicted as cartoonishly evil. it's such a common perception that in my fics when i don't outright make them shitty parents so many of the comments are like 'is that semi decent mother janet drake???'. the janet one especially rubs me the wrong way because it seems so...sexist? she was present for maybe a panel or two, we see tim's interactions with his father far more but people saw janet's last words as her crying for tim and saying she regrets never spending more time with him and that 'you don't know what you have until it's gone'.

that doesn't mean i think they were good parents or even mediocre ones. i think tim was just sort of put aside once he got a little older because we know they were both present when he was younger and it was fairly recent that they started traveling around while tim was in boarding school. i'm not sure where this massive mischaracterization came from for them but it's sort of something that's just here to stay. BUT there is one dynamic i really LOVE about tim with his father.

the two of them wanting to connect but not being able to.

like it's not frequently depicted but i love how tim is a pretty rude person who says some mean things to people without really considering their feelings, and that's more born from him being pretty unsocialized. so i know his personality clashing with his father's domineering one would make for some tension between the two of them.

in the AU of the thread i made, i never really explored the 'before' of jack killing someone to protect tim and being sent to prison. it's very lightly touched upon at the end. where tim is so much softer and nicer to him, with jack believing that motherhood sanded away all of tim's prickly edges.

it's implied and jack and tim used to get into rows, with tim complaining about jack's drinking and cigar smoking and presumably other things. essentially their dynamic was like that of a couple chugging towards divorce.

but then something happens.

then someone has the audacity to put their hands on tim. i don't really go into it but i like the idea of it being either a teacher or one of jack's old friends. someone jack would've welcomed into his home and allowed access to tim without really thinking about it. maybe the football coach from when tim had claimed he'd tried out for the team. maybe jack thinks tim joining a sport he loved would do wonders for their relationship so he kind needles a little and gets a football coach from one of the schools to agree to privately train tim so he can try out for the next season.

but really tim is such a pretty kid, so small. a runt really, and this coach just knows tim's not cut out for the kind of muscle needed to be a footballer. but his rich daddy is paying him hundreds of dollars to feel him up every other afternoon and 'fix his form' and all that stuff.

maybe that coach gets a bit gutsy, starts messaging tim things that have nothing to do with training. he gets bold one day and slips a hand between tim's legs where he tells tim that he forgot to wear his cup like he was told, and what a shame because now his poor little pussy could get hurt.

maybe it escalates a little further but tim keeps his mouth shut because he's a civilian and civilian tim drake can't exactly break every bone in this guy's wrist. if it ever got too far he'd put a stop to it but for now it was just some balding middle-aged football coach that wanted to squeeze a teenager's tits.

tim definitely doesn't tell jack about it which makes it worse when jack finds out for himself. tim leaves his phone on the coffee table one night, he falls asleep while he and his dad are watching a movie.

then his phone vibrates and jack drake is just as nosy as his son and unlocks it because jack knows every single one of tim's passwords after his son violated his trust by being robin.

it's a dick pic.

maybe if it had been just a normal text message like what had been sent before jack wouldn't have acted so drastically. but the fact that something so vile, depraved, and disgusting was being sent to his son by someone he invited into his home-!

then jack scrolls, sees more and mroe incriminating things that have this guy burying his own grave. messages about how he knows tim wants him, how he likes it, about how soft tim's tits are, and how tight his baby cunt will be around his cock-

jack goes out that night.

by the time tim wakes up in the morning it's to bruce pounding on the door and telling him that his dad has been arrested after breaking into a local coach's home and killing him.

tim is absolutely overwhelmed with the guilt.

he blames himself for it, if he'd just told jack or anyone what was happening instead of letting it get to that point his father wouldn't be facing going to prison for the rest of his life.

i think the guilt really eats at tim, especially since the next and last time he sees his dad is when he's in court at the end of his trial and gets sentenced to 20 years. 20 years he may not even live to see the end of because tim knows how violent gotham prisons can be.

it's like an answer to his prayers when a fire breaks out in city hall where copies of sentencing from the DA are kept. moreso when blackgate floods and some of their records are lost as well.

the second happiest day of tim's life (the first being the birth of his daughter) is when he gets the call that his father will be out on early release because bruce didn't waste a moment on squandering the opportunity and siccing his lawyers to petition and sue for jack drake's release on a technicality.

the shift in their relationship after tim's spent 5 years grieving and jack 5 years in prison serving time for protecting his child!!!!

jack, after release, refers to and thinks of tim in very feminine ways and feels an attraction to him as a result. he grapples with it by telling himself that it's the fault of all the time he spent in prison, only having sweaty and ugly men for company.

and tim is the first pretty thing he's seen in awhile. and seeing tim so soft and sweet, hugging him and crying in his arms. seeing tim's baby and knowing that tim must've been on his back for another man while jack was put away.

then all the little things, tim bending over in front of him, tim telling jack he'd gotten into religion and giving the imagery of him on his knees every night for jack, praying for his safety.

and maybe it's not wholly unintentional because tim spent a lot of time thinking of his father, getting comfort fucked by bruce, and thinking of him again. tim's feelings and affection for jack have softened exponentially and maybe the separation between them has also skewed what tim feels for him too. he feels he has a lot to make up for and the ultimate way that tim knows how to express love for someone is sex.

i really wanted tim to carry such a heavy air of temptation in that thread, to the point where jack is almost wondering if tim is doing it on purpose (he is).

tim has an obsession for making things right, for being a 'good son' to jack now. so he's now utterly dedicated to that role from now in.

for both jack AND bruce.

tim being a devoted little son to jack and bruce who are both men that will absolutely indulge in it.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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Just pretty much what we’ve already spoke about tbh OL are missing that solid number 9 that will consistently threaten and create problems in the box. But then Chicagos defense was very well organised - a lot of mutual understand. Didn’t allow Huerta to take crosses from her preferred angles which caused problems for OL as the service was then lacking. Game was controlled but OL in the midfield but that’s pretty much it was played in the midfield never really any threat for Naher.

Mal had a decent game, great goal could have had 2-3 but Phallon made some pretty good saves. Mals hold up game and just that ability to be the release ball to take pressure of the CRS defence was really noticeable today. Will say it’s a long time since I last watched Mal and her football IQ has really matured.

Overall OL just missing that reliable upfront source which was really quite noticeable - will be interesting to see what Laura Harvey is going to do, as you rightly mentioned earlier such a present moment coach, so I don’t doubt she’s going to deal with this problem very quickly.

Hope work wasn’t too bad😁

I'm happy for Mal! she struggled too much in the last couple of years. It's nice to see her scoring and playing well.

Oh and Phallon is amazing!!

I think Laura is already trying to solve that problem behind the scenes, we'll see!

Thank you very much for this recap 💖

Work wasn't bad at all today, I'm just a little tired haha.

Hope you have a good night! 😁

#chloemccormack

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 197: A Shared Banner

After school the next day, Kawakami said “Alright, class is dismissed. Make sure to look over what we discussed today.” She stood up. “I have to go.” She rushed out the door to the confusion of her class.

A few minutes later, Shiho approached Ren and Ann. “Can we talk?”

Ren and Ann were nervous, but hopeful. “Of course!” Ann said. “What’s up?”

“Not here,” Shiho said. “Let’s go to the courtyard.” Ann and Ren nodded, and the three girls headed out.

In the courtyard, they each got a soda. After taking a drink, Ren asked “So, what’s up?”

Shiho slightly smiled. “Well, this morning…”

Earlier in the day, Shiho and some other representatives went to the teacher’s office to talk with Kawakami. “Oh!” Kawakami said. “Uh, hi. I…didn’t expect you…”

“We’re here on behalf of the former volleyball team to talk to you about your offer,” Shiho said.

“Oh!” Kawakami said, perking up knowing the context. “Well then, let’s discuss.”

Shiho nodded. “As you know, we’ve been… burned recently.”

“Right…” Kawakami said.

“Even if the volleyball team were to come back tomorrow, we wouldn’t be able to compete,” Shiho said, “at least not in a way that matters.”

“Of course…” Kawakami said.

“But I think that’s what makes it worth doing,” Shiho said, surprising Kawakami. “It’s no secret that Kamoshida worked us to the bone. I know part of doing sports is pushing yourself to your limits, but…” She sighed. “What I’m saying is that I think it’s better to ease back into things than to jump into them head first.”

“Right,” Kawakami said. “I get it.”

“I know it’s a little unfair to the third years,” Shiho continued, “but I think that if we want to bring the volleyball team back under your command, I think that’s the best way to do it.”

Kawakami smiled. “I agree,” she said. “After everything that happened, I don’t expect you to have an immediate turnaround. And besides, this can be used as a sort of test run. I mean, I’m pretty decent at volleyball, but I might not be the best coach. Not to mention we can iron out any remaining trust issues.”

Shiho giggled. “Right.”

“And as for the third years, I can easily talk about that with Principal Arai,” Kawakami assured her. “In fact, I can probably do that today. I mean, I need to talk to him about bringing back the team in general. Is there any third year student that wants to come with me? Or, do you want to come with me, Suzui-chan?”

Shiho shook her head. “I’ve got other plans,” Shiho replied.

Kawakami. “Very well. Anyone else?!”

Back in the present, Ren and Ann were ecstatic. “Shiho, that's AMAZING!” Ann said, hugging her.

“Congratulations!” Ren said.

“He he,” Shiho laughed. “Thanks.” She looked determined. “Once the team gets reinstated, the real battle begins. I mean, not that it hasn’t been a battle in other ways, but…in a new way.”

“Do you think it’ll be alright?” Ren asked.

“That’s the thing,” Shiho said. “I hope it will be OK. But there’s no way of knowing without doing it, you know?”

“Right…” Ren said.

“In a way, we’re all united,” Shiho said. “We all hate Kamoshida. We all want this to work. We all like volleyball. But at the same time, it’s a little scary.”

“Shiho,” Ann said. “You have to remember: the difference now is that you are the only one who can control the outcome. Kamoshida isn’t lording over you like some puppet master anymore!” Ann paused. “I…kind of went through the same thing. All Kamoshida cared about was my looks, which made it hard for me to try and be a model. But what Kamoshida sees and what I see are two different things. And since he has no power anymore, I’m free to do as I please!”

Shiho smiled back. “You’re right. I just wish it didn’t take all of this to help me through this.”

“Trust me,” Ren said. “We’ve ALL been there. Besides, like you said, the whole team is in that same boat. It’s helpful to have people who know what you’re going through to try and avoid it.”

“Heh heh,” Shiho chuckled. “I knew all of this, but I guess I just needed to hear it. It hits differently once you hear something out loud.”

“Well, being able to say that is a good first step,” Ann said. “Kamoshida got away with his BS for as long as he did because no one had the ability to speak up. So talking things out is always helpful.”

“Yeah,” Shiho said. She stood up. “Well, I guess there’s no putting it off. Starting tomorrow, I need to get back into volleyball shape. But today? We celebrate!” She raised her can.

Ren and Ann did the same. “Cheers!” the three of them said.

Hope-Shiho Suzui: Rank 9

“So, what do you say we go get some crepes?” Shiho offered.

“You KNOW I’d never say no to that!” Ann said.

Ren chuckled. “Let’s go!” The three of them went to get crepes.

Later that night, Ren got a message from Iwai.

Iwai: Hey kid.

Iwai: Can you come over?

Ren: Sure!

Iwai: Great!

Iwai: Kaoru is here too.

Ren: Alright then.

Ren: Seeya soon.

She put her phone away and went to Untouchable.

Upon entering, she saw the two Iwai men talking. They looked at her. “Ah. Glad you’re here,” Iwai said.

Ren walked in further. “What’s up?”

“We just wanted to thank you,” Kaoru said. “If it wasn’t for you, who knows what would have happened.”

“I don’t know about that…” Ren said, modestly.

“Don’t sell yourself short, kid,” Iwai said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be regretting every decision I made since leaving the yakuza.” Ren laughed nervously. “In all honesty, I was so scared about what could happen that I didn’t see what was happening. So thanks for getting me out of my head.”

Ren chuckled. “Well, that’s kind of a two-way street.” Iwai was confused. “I mean, I have an arrest record, I’m a lesbian, and I tend to be a little foolhardy. When I first came here, I was a ticking time bomb. I was so nervous that any of that could come out at any moment and that I’d be ruined forever. But thanks to people like you, I think I finally found a place where I can be me.”

Iwai chuckled. “Yup! That’s exactly how I feel. It’s just so helpful when you’re not in your own head. Having someone like you to depend on really puts my mind at ease.”

Kaoru chuckled as well. “I’m glad too. I was so worried that you viewed me as a burden.”

“Kaoru…” Iwai said.

“But I’m glad that that’s not the case,” Kaoru said. Iwai smiled. “But it is a little strange, isn’t it? The Phantom Thieves came to change Tsuda’s heart just like that. It’s almost as if you were a Phantom Thief, Ren-senapi.”

Iwai and Ren grew alarmed. Iwai turned to Kaoru. “Say Kaoru?”

“Hm?”

“Why don’t you get a head start on getting dinner for tonight,” Iwai offered. “I want to talk to Ren a little while longer.”

“Oh. Sure thing dad,” Kaoru said. He started to head out. “Are you going to be home late?”

“Nah!” Iwai answered. “I’m closing early tonight.”

Kaoru nodded. “OK then. Seeya soon!” He left.

Iwai looked intently at Ren. “So, are you a Phantom Thief?”

Ren nervously twirled her hair. “Do you want the answer to that?”

“I’m just wondering why you’re coming here,” Iwai said.

“The weapons,” Ren answered.

“But they’re fake,” Iwai replied.

“It’s complicated,” Ren said.

“Hm,” Iwai smirked. “Sounds like it’s something I don’t want the answer to, huh.”

“Pretty much,” Ren said.

“Well, if you and your little friends are going to be using my stuff,” Iwai said, “then what kind of stuff do you need?”

Ren was confused, but answered. “We, uh, just need stuff that looks real. And Intimidating.”

“I see,” Iwai said. He sighed. “I told myself I wouldn’t go back to the yakuza. But this is different. Listen, I really like what you guys are doing, and I really like you. So just say the word, and I’ll make you guys something special.”

Ren was awestruck. “You mean it?”

Iwai nodded. “Besides, after everything you’ve done for me, I need to return the favor somehow.”

Ren was confused. “But I told you. You gave me everything I gave you.”

“You may think that now,” Iwai said, “but if you ever have a kid, you’ll realize how wrong you are.” He smiled. Ren smiled back.

I am thou, thou art I

Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou hast awakened to the ultimate secret of the Hanged Man, granting thee infinite power…

Hanged Man-Munehisa Iwai: Rank 10

“Now, as much as I agreed to help you,” Iwai said, “I’ve got a promise to my son I gotta keep. So here,” Iwai gave her some extra money. “Treat yourself to something nice.”

Ren took the money in shock. She counted it up to see that it was a pretty hefty sum. She bowed. “Thanks.”

“No,” Iwai said. “Thank you!” They both giggled and left for the night.

#p5 #p5r #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #persona 5 royal #p5r rework #p5 rework #p5 femc #femc #female ren #ren amamiya #shiho suzui #ann takamaki #sadayo kawakami #iwai munehisa #iwai kaoru

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BATGIRL (TWELVE)

For the past two months, she had been patrolling. Helping. Stopping crime. Protecting the people of Somerset. After that first night, she felt like she couldn't stop. It was addicting. Even with Batman and Robin— they were only two people. They couldn't stop everything as it happened and they couldn't protect all of Gotham at once. So, while they took down the big guys like the Joker and Scarecrow, she watched the little guys. Petty crimes, attempts at rape, alleyway shootings. For years, she been learning Karate and practicing self-defense. It felt good to finally put it all to use.

The one thing she could do without was the nickname they gave her.

It was embarrassing to say the least. And she wasn't even working with Batman. She didn't think Batman knew she existed until Robin cornered her one night.

Barbara hung off the fire escape, looking down below. She was a few blocks from Crime Alley, an old-fashioned walkie-talkie in hand. It had been way too easy to access the GCPD's frequency and from there it just took some reprogramming to transmit it to the radio. She knew nearly all of the codes already; all of her sick-days as a kid were spent at the GCPD, with nothing but handbooks and open cases to look at.

Despite the high rate of crime in Gotham, the radio was mostly silent throughout the night. Nobody called in crimes that often. Most of the time, the station was filled with people caught by Batman or coming in to give a statement after the crime was committed.

She was so focused on the scanner that she didn't even realize someone was watching her until her landed on the roof.

"Bat . . . girl?" He questioned, cocking his head.

Barbara cringed under the cowl, knowing she should've just painted over the yellow symbol. "I swear I didn't come up with that name."

Robin laughed, relaxing slightly. "Good, the whole Bat-thing is kinda dumb."

"Right? No offense, but your boss literally sounds like a furry."

"Well, so do you now . . . " He joked— holy shit, she was joking around with Robin. Robin !

"I guess it's too late to rebrand?" She asked with a wince, more annoyed than ever with James and Coach Yeoh.

"Unless you want people thinking you died— it's a decent name, you'll be fine." The vigilante answered, grinning at her. "But, if Batman asks, I just told you off for this whole . . . lifestyle. Shit, that sounds— "

"Grossly sexual?"

"I was going to say weird."

The two stood facing each other on a rooftop at two in the morning, joking around and just . . . talking. Nothing that would give away anything important, although Babs had let it slip that she was from one of the worst parts of Gotham. Which was pretty much true; she wasn't living in Crime Alley directly or anything, but Somerset was known to be the hub of corruption and violence. Kind of ironic, in Barbara's opinion, considering the GCPD was in the heart of it all.

They talked for less than half an hour. Robin asked her if she could actually fight (he seemed almost impressed when she told him about the multiple black belts that were collecting dust in her closet and how close she was to receiving another). After that, he questioned her age, but she retaliated by asking his, leaving them at a standstill. Eventually, he got around to the topic of parents, asking if her parents would be worried.

"My parents aren't the caring type." She revealed with as little emotion as possible. "My . . . dad's a workaholic. Doesn't even notice I'm gone."

Babs wondered if she had said too much. It made it sound like she could go missing and nobody would care. She realized belatedly that it was somewhat true. It would probably take days for anyone to notice she was gone. Robin nodded slowly at her, holding out a piece of paper.

"I get where you're coming from— at least I think I do." He paused, smile dropping. "If you ever need help, you can call this number, day or night."

Babs hesitantly tucked the paper into her belt. "Thanks, Boy-Wonder."

After that, Barbara just became more determined.

#dc #dcu #barbara gordon #batgirl #babs gordon #batman #robin #dick grayson

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taslin-strider · 9 months

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Chapter 1 - beneath the stars, between the mountains

I started writing my Cassandra x male Adaar fic about a year ago, and at this point I update it once a month. Here's the first chapter if you want to check it out! It's a modern grad school AU set in Haven, with a coffee shop, sports teams, a supernatural mystery or two, and themes of chronic pain and grief.

Although this chapter is SFW, please note that the overall fic is rated Explicit/18+, minors DNI.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41369142/chapters/103738425

Content warning for this chapter: chronic pain from an old sports injury

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Cassandra likes her espresso. She’s honing her technique. Between work, grad school, and fencing, there isn’t time for much else, although she wishes there were.

Tuesday morning, the assistant hockey coach orders his usual. It’s full of caramel (ugh). His deep, warm voice carries over the chatter and her heart pounds. Meraad.

She’s been stealing glances at him for the past few months. He’s around her age, maybe thirty at most, with handsome, slightly tired-looking features and dark hair that he keeps neatly tied back behind his curved horns.

He usually leans against the wall and reads a paperback while he waits. He took a seat nearby once, but the table was too low for a seven-foot-tall qunari. So, he got up from the too-short chair and turned it sideways before sitting down again, apparently unfazed. This must happen a lot.

The bar stools at the counter under the window have adjustable heights. He could stay for a while and watch the street scene, but for some reason he never does.

His paperbacks have creased spines and dog-eared pages. Once, Meraad looked up and caught her squinting at the back cover of his latest read. He raised his eyebrows and turned the front cover toward her. Well, now she knows he’s a fan of Varric Tethras, and he knows how quickly she can turn beet red.

Cassandra makes the horrible drink with too much caramel, wondering why he likes it. She wonders a lot of things about him. He’s never been anything but friendly and courteous, which she appreciates. A few customers have tried to flirt with her, and all it’s done is make her anxious. They can leave; she can’t.

“Thanks, take care,” says Meraad, at the pickup counter. His eyes are so kind.

“You, too.” It’s the same response as always, but this time, she decides to smile.

Meraad looks startled, but he smiles back. One of his incisors is crooked.

Cassandra begins another order and runs her tongue over her teeth.

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The rink is covered with ice shavings and trails sliced by skate blades. Meraad stays after practice to talk with Bull about the upcoming game. They sit in the bleachers under the fluorescent lights and go through their notes, coach and assistant, conversing in Qunlat.

The Frostback Heralds had a wobbly start this season, but they’ve held on to a decent ranking in the league. They have a good chance of making it to the championship tournament this spring, in Denerim. Where, of course, they’ll face the highly ranked team from Corypheus University.

“To old rivals,” says Bull, clinking their metal thermoses together in a toast.

The hot cocoa slides down Meraad’s throat. It's not coffee, but it's still pretty good. He thinks of a certain barista with kohl-rimmed eyes—what was that smile about, early this morning? She's usually kind of brusque with him. Not that he cares, or anything. It just so happens that her caramel lattes are the best damn coffee in Thedas. That's what he's there for, and nothing else. Small pleasures, right?

It really isn't worth thinking about. Nope, not at all. Meraad has kept his skates and practice gear on, so he decides to get back out on the ice. It's something that he'll enjoy in the moment, but is bound to make his physical therapist sigh with frustration when he fesses up.

“Shootout, boss?”

Bull grins, never one to pass up a challenge. “You’re on.”

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Cassandra parries and ripostes. She aims for Leliana’s shoulder, misses, and feels the swift jab of an epee in her side. Completely unguarded.

“That is why you will make it to the finals this year, and I will not,” she says afterward, in the locker room. Steam wafts over from the shower cubicles. The last of their teammates has just gone home.

Leliana’s copper hair is plastered to her forehead. She folds her sweaty uniform, briefly grimacing at its state. “Give yourself some time. You've just been focusing on your research.”

“Such as it is,” says Cassandra wryly, as she packs her helmet into her duffel bag.

“Stop that!" There's a hint of a laugh in Leliana's voice, but Cassandra knows she means it. "We all have rough days. Maybe you just need to trust yourself on this.”

“So I should trust myself to be rash and impulsive?”

Leliana shrugs. “You’re more direct than me. You see what needs to be done, and you do it. I like that.”

It’s true, at least. Cassandra decides to take the compliment.

Leliana switches the subject to something easier, and they keep talking as they push open the gym doors, facing mountain peaks wreathed in sunset.

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Cold, clean autumn air gusts through the dining room window, sending a lightning streak up Meraad's left hand. He drops the red pen with a grunt of pain.

He shouldn't have messed around on the ice after practice yesterday. It's easy to forget why he ended his professional hockey career, since the mysterious nerve injury doesn't bother him too much anymore unless he overtaxes himself. Temptation.

Bull noticed the problem before Meraad was willing to admit it to himself. It’s uncanny how much the guy picks up on. If Bull hadn’t glided over for a clap on the shoulder and told him to go home and get some rest, well, Meraad isn’t sure if he would have said anything. He would have stayed out there on the ice, caught up in pretending that he was still a grinder back on the Amaranthine Bears. He can just hear his younger brother’s exasperated sigh when he tells him about it on their next phone call. Then he'll tell their younger sister, and it'll be a whole thing…

The pile of midterm papers waits patiently as Meraad shuts the window and massages his hand. He casts a simple warming spell to ease the pain. Ah, there we go.

It’ll tide him over until his appointment tomorrow and get him through his work in the meantime. Being a TA this year is an energy sink, but to be frank, he needed the money. He also needed more on his resume. Who knows how long this coaching thing will last.

These days, it doesn't hurt as much to think long-term.

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Friday night means dinner and a movie with friends. Cassandra knocks on the apartment door and Josephine pulls her in for a lavender-scented hug. From the kitchen, Leliana shouts a hello.

They talk through an Antivan action movie and devour an Orlesian-style roast chicken. Midnight comes and goes, and they sprawl on the sectional in a tipsy haze. Josephine untangles the recent drama in the international relations department, semi-incoherent and giggling behind her hand. Leliana shares travel photos from her long-distance girlfriend. They crowd around to see the jagged heights of the Hunterhorns and the spectacular stained glass windows of Serault.

All the while, Cassandra sips her wine and holds a small secret close to her chest, until her friends notice (oh, but of course) and pry it out of her.

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When he has a sliver of free time and no particular plans, Meraad likes to go for a browse in the used book shop near campus. There’s that vanilla smell of old paper, and the aisles aren’t too cramped for his large frame. It’s a respite from grad school and hockey.

The counter is deserted this afternoon. A few bright chords float out of the back office, followed by a discordant note and muffled curses as Hawke tries to follow a new piece of sheet music on his lute. Meraad finds his way over to the room marked Genre Fiction.

He steps through the door and almost walks right back out again.

Too late. She’s already seen him. Her eyes are the size of dinner plates and she’s hastily shoving a paperback onto a shelf.

“Oh, um. Hey.” Meraad waves. He has no idea what to do with himself.

The barista steps closer to the central table, the one that Hawke has covered in books with elaborate recommendations. Her short black hair is sticking up, as if she’d been ruffling it absentmindedly while she browsed. Her strong features are usually so composed, focused. He’s never seen her this shy when she’s behind the espresso machine, except for that one time when he was reading Hard in Hightown. Maybe she’s a Tethras fan.

She fiddles with the strap of her leather bag. “Meraad? I… well, I suppose I knew you came here, but…”

“I wasn’t expecting this either,” he admits. It’s strange to hear so many words come out of her mouth at once. Maker, that voice.

“I’m Cassandra,” she blurts out. That name.

Meraad pushes a nervous grin across his face. “Glad to meet you. Again. Sort of. You know what, I’ll just go. You okay if I come in next Tuesday?”

“Of course.” She brightens, just a bit.

He gives her a little salute, feeling relieved, and ducks his head so he won’t hit his horns on the way out.

“Wait!”

Meraad turns back. Cassandra fishes a pen out of her bag and scribbles something on a free bookmark from the table.

“Only if you want to,” she says quietly, as she hands it to him.

He takes it and realizes that he absolutely does.

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(Thanks for reading! Again, here's the link to the rest of the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41369142/chapters/103738425)

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ask-shsl-scribe · 2 years

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"I really don't think this is necessary."

"You'll be alright."

Alestria's head moved little as her usual twirls were combed out of their form. It was disheartening to see her hairstylist's hard work get brushed away only an hour later, but she couldn't exactly say no to Chikako's pestering to get her into what she deemed a "worthy outfit". Nor the flustering feeling of having her hands tenderly run through her hair as she worked.

It wasn't suprising to know that she had remembered and marked down Alestria's birthday -- it was Chikako-san -- but why she seemed so distraught at the sight of her in her uniform was.. Confusing? She had began to mutter to herself, angrily whispering about how Alestria had the "audacity" to come to school as if it was any other day. And, well, it was! She shared a birthday with at least 1/366th of the population, so the concept of celebrating it as if it was special was a strange one. It was a sentiment she, alone, had and had come to terms with well into her youth. And with having little people to 'celebrate' it with back in her home, it gave her the ease of treating it as but another day.

Chikako Tsyuko was not having that. No way in hell. In the midst of her silent tantrum, she had rushed to her laptop bag, pulling out a flat rectangle box she had brought for the occasion.

"I knew this would happen. I had a feeling." She huffed, slapping the box onto her desk, only to grab aforementioned comb and a brush from within her bag. Truthfully, they were always kept on her person; alongside gum, pens, lady products, chapstick, emergency snacks, a sewing kit and a decently sized first aid kit. She was prepared for all crises and *this* was one such.

For months had the coach respected the scribe's loyalty to her cause and the rules that came with it. There was no obligation to eat the food she'd bring for the class, nor to join them in any of the 'Earth Folk' activities that she found herself uncomfortable with. But it was the one day where she had the option to do what she wanted, see what she wanted to see, eat what she wanted to eat. Wasting such a day for the sake of someone's civic duty felt criminal.

So~.

*"I'm not taking off my uniform."*

She bargained. "Yes you will, teehee. 💕"

And honestly, it was a really cute outfit for her (thank you Chie). Though her boots and uniform coat stuck out compared to the subtlety of the rest of her clothes, it seemed to work just fine on the scribe. It kept a bit of her identity as a loyal member of the Vandil Society intact. Braiding and brushing out her hair (once again, thank you Chie for the hairstyle recommendation) wasn't even a chore, surprisingly enough. Alongside pretty everything about the faux alien, the people in charge of her kept up with the health of her hair as well. It was clean, leaving each strand feeling a thread of silk. There had been no signs of split ends or decaying in her hair. There wasn't even a speck of dandruff. It was impressive and left an ounce of jealousy in the coach's stomach.

"Aaaand... Done!" Throwing off her makeshift salon cloak, Chikako hummed, her chest swelling in pride. She held out her phone to Alestria, her reverse camera on display to show how her new birthday look.

"Whatcha think? Ya' like it?~"

"It's.. Well.. It's nice."

She couldn't fight back the rising heat that came to her cheeks.. It felt.. Scandalous knowing that she was actively breaking code by not being in her full uniform. There was a reason for the strict dress code, as the coat and uniform kept track of her vitals and were able to send an emergency signal if she were to get lost, kidnapped or hurt. It was her lifeline, truly. But to deny that she actually liked the clothes Chikako had given her would be a blatant lie.

"Good!" The coach smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. Because that's your birthday gift from me."

"I figured.."

"Hey, you don't want it you can take it off at the end of the day. I'm gonna make you wear it now but I'm not gonna force ya' to keep it. Kapeesh?"

Silence had befallen the two, Alestria continuing to observe herself in her new clothing with Chikako doing the same. Managing to get her to agree to wearing it was an accomplishment she'd take with pride, but not at the cost of her friend's comfort. She put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze to shake the scribe a little.

Alestria supposed.. For now it would be a little trouble to change back into her uniform and style her hair back into its former glory. Plus this was her chance to fit in better with the public and not stand out like a bandaged sore thumb. She'd wear it for now. But she'll take it off once it's time to go home.

"Kapeesh.." ...???

She was still trying to learn Earth slang. That'll always take a while.

#❗ status update new post ❗#🖋 alestria vandil - ultimate scribe 🖋#🏆 chikako tsyuko ultimate coach 🏆#🎉 Birthday Post 🎉

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redpandaramblings · 3 years

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 6

Part 1 Here

Next part Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

Before Bakugou could reply, the jeweler came back into the room and handed Denki a piece of paper.

“All right sir, here is your receipt! Your ring should be ready in three days.”

“Thanks.” Denki shoved the receipt into his pocket, quickly making his way to the door. “See you around Bakubro. Don't want to be late for my shift.” The door closed behind him with a bang.

Bakugou wasn’t annoyed though. Now he could pick out the perfect ring for Y/N and not worry about Kaminari being nearby. Everyone knows Kami can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this a secret.” Denki moaned into his hands. He was sitting with his head buried in his arms. Y/N reached across the table and gently petted his hair.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t think either of us are in a good position to start telling people.”

Y/n and Denki sat in a secluded corner of a dimly lit cafe. Both of them had this time free and both of them definitely needed to talk. They stood a lot less chance of anyone asking questions if they were just two friends getting lunch instead of them privately going to each other’s apartments.

Denki looked up, giving Y/N a wide eyed expression. “I know, but I wasn’t expecting Bakugou to show up when I was dropping off that abomination of a ring! I just was lucky the jeweler had already taken it to the back. You were right by the way, that thing is absolutely horrendous. Like, was the designer blind?”

Y/N snorted. “From what I’ve heard, great great grandpappy had a lot more money than brains and wanted to impress his omega by shoving as many stones onto a ring as possible.”

“No kidding. I think it can be seen from space.”

“Very likely.” Y/N chuckled before slumping back into her seat with a sigh. “Though I might have an idea about what Bakugou was doing there.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Y/N nodded with a sigh. “Yeah. When I got back he invited me to the summer festival. I’d forgotten about it.”

“Ah shit, yeah. Isn’t that your guys' anniversary?”

“Yep.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Of course he had to pick this time to actually celebrate. We haven’t gone or done anything… God, I think since he became a hero.”

“So you think he was getting a gift.” Denki sat back as the server came, placing your orders in front of each of you. You both murmured your thank yous and waited until the server was out of earshot before resuming your conversation.

“Yeah, he had to have been. Makes me feel terrible, but there wasn’t a good time to… Well…”

Y/n gestured between herself and Denki.

“Tell him that you’ve been betrothed to an omega of much superior looks, breeding, and manners?”

You gave Denki a little kick under the table as he cackled. He grinned cheekily as he poked at his food. “Sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism. I get it though. Timing sucks all the way around.”

You nodded, sighing and taking a bite of your own food. “Can’t say anything during his heat. Then his schedule was swamped, and I had to sort things out with you. Then bam, anniversary that for some reason he decided to remember this year.”

Denki snorted, popping a bite into his mouth. “That’s about the long and the short of it. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to tell everyone we’ve not only accepted arranged betrothals, but that we’re engaged to each other.”

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping we could just move to Tahiti and never speak to our former friend groups ever again?”

“A valid possibility. But that means we’d have to learn French and maybe Tahitian. You know I only passed English because Hitoshi and his dad coached me.”

“Fair point.” You sighed heavily. “But I’m really not looking forward to these conversations.”

“They have to happen though. You might have some anonymity to hide behind, but I’d rather my friends not find out about our engagement when they see an article about Chargebolt getting married.”

“Really?” You smirked slightly. “Then you’re going to tell everyone at your agency, hmm?”

Denki kicked you under the table. “Shut up!”

You poked at your food again as the smile fell from your lips. “So… Did you get a chance to think about what I sent you?”

Kaminari nodded. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

“I thought about it a lot. I hate to leave the area, but it would be too awkward to stay here after everything.”

A few days ago you had sent Denki an email with a list of places that had job openings that would suit both of you. You both loved where you lived, but after everything, how could you stay? There’s no way the two of you could continue to keep living in the same apartment building as Bakugou. That would be cruel. Cruel to whom you didn’t quite want to think about. You spoke up again.

“Any place catch your eye?”

Kaminari nodded. “I was kind of thinking Okinawa. I have a few connections there. Decent distance from here and from our parents. And that would probably be the easiest transition.”

“Works for me.” You said, as if it wasn’t ripping your heart out to do this. It hurt. But it had to happen. In the end, you had to believe this was what was best for everyone. It might take some time, but this was it. This was what would make everyone happy in the long run.

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Shinsou was worried. Denki had been acting odd. And that’s saying something. The blond omega was usually loud and bubbly, the life of the agency. At least once a week, he invited Shinsou out for drinks, meals, clubs, karaoke, or some other nonsense. But ever since he’d gotten back from his three day leave, Kaminari had been acting strange. When he thought no one was looking, he was quiet. Withdrawn. Like he was puzzling out the toughest problem of his life.

Denki having a problem? Pretty typical. Denki having a problem and not talking to Shinsou about it? Pretty unusual. The blond had always come to the purple haired alpha with even the simplest of problems. Apartment searches, furniture assembly, what support items would suit his quirk best, even things like what to get from Starbucks. And even though he might groan and roll his eyes, secretly Hitoshi loved every second of it. When he had helped by digging through websites, cobbling together a rickety shelf, or reminding Denki that he always got the most cloyingly sweet items on the menu; Hitoshi got to pretend that he was Denki’s alpha.

Shinsou wasn’t sure exactly when he had fallen in love with Denki. Probably had been since high school at least. His dad had warned him against loud blonds while his father had laughed. But he couldn’t help it. Kaminari had been one of the first people to enthusiastically believe in him. Had always sought him out and wormed his way into Shinsou’s life and heart. And now Shinsou couldn’t understand it, but Denki was pulling away. Even as he watched the blond who was typing up a report on his computer, it somehow felt like Kaminari was slipping right through his fingers.

Shinsou cleared his throat. Kaminari glanced up. “Yeah man? What’s up?”

“You doing okay, Denks? You’ve seemed a little out of it.”

Denki met his eyes, startled, then quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yep! Totally fine.”

“Denki. I know you.”

Kaminari sighed and slumped on his desk. “Just some life stuff. Family stuff. Friend stuff.”

Shinsou frowned, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Denki snorted and laughed quietly. Shinsou furrowed his brows.

“Yeah” Denki sighed. “I know. But half of it isn’t really my stuff to tell and the other half isn’t exactly worth talking about.”

“You sure? We could go grab one of your obnoxiously sweet coffees after work. Go to mine or yours, watch an old crappy horror.”

“Tempting. Thanks man. I would, really, but I got some stuff I have to do after work. Some other time maybe.”

Shinsou frowned. It was rare for the omega to turn down an invitation for a movie night. Hell, it was rare for Denki to turn down an invitation, end stop. It made him even more worried about his omega… friend. His omega friend. His friend who just so happens to be an omega. Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to ruin the best friendship he had. But he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His alpha had decided on the electric blond long ago, and the omega’s unusual behavior and unhappy scent was driving him wild with the need to protect. He really needed to pull himself together and confess soon.

“Well, whenever you’re free then,” Shinsou said, reluctantly letting his hand fall from Denki’s shoulder. “You know my number.”

Denki nodded and looked up, giving him half a smile. “I do. Thanks Shinsou.”

Shinsou walked back to his desk, his mind made up. He needed to tell his omega how he felt, and soon.

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Y/N twisted and turned, looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a yukata. It didn’t feel right to dress up like this. But wearing anything else also felt wrong. Everything about this date felt wrong. Like this was the kind of she she did in another life. And now here she was, going on a date with the man she loved. Who she’d always love. And who she’d already decided she was going to let go.

Y/N snorted and fussed with her hair a bit. Maybe she should have just refused this date. Claimed to be sick or something. But that felt wrong too. So, she just had to get through tonight. After all, what’s one more night of pretending everything is fine? Hopefully this could be a good memory from a relationship that just wasn’t meant to be. After tonight, she’d wait a couple days and then talk to Bakugou and let him go like he clearly wanted.

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Katsuki was going to throw up.

He was going to throw up, right here, all over himself and all over shitty hair, too. His red headed friend was giving him a pep talk as he helped Bakugou into his jinbei. Not that Bakugou needed the help. Or the pep talk. It just was easier to let the squad come over when they had found out about his date. It’s not like he wanted them there or anything. Once Kiri, Mina, and Sero realized he was going to use this date to ask Y/N to be his mate, they had insisted on helping him get ready.

None of them knew about the little velvet box in his pocket and that his plans went further than just asking Y/N to be his mate. Bakugou bit his lip to keep from frowning as he looked over his friends, a certain loud blond conspicuously missing. You wouldn’t hear Katsuki admit it out loud, but he really wished Denki could have been here. He loved the others, and they were great in their own ways. But Denki was his pack’s other omega. He got it in a way that the others didn’t. After tonight, he’d have to make sure to catch Pikachu up on all the news. Hell, maybe he could help his fellow blond finally talk to that purple haired idiot he’d been mooning over for years. Everyone in the pack knew Denki’s family had been harping at him to settle down for quite a while.

Bakugou looked up in time to see Mina coming at him with the hair grease. He threw up his hands.

“Fuck no! Keep that shit away from me!”

“You’ve got to do something about that pile of straw you call a haircut. Besides, Wouldn’t it be nostalgic? Weren’t you interning for Best Jeanist again when you asked Y/N out the first time?”

“Yes, and I’d rather shave myself bald than ever have my hair like that again!”

Mina sighed. “Fine. We’ll do something else. But if I can’t slick it back, you will be wearing eyeliner!”

“IN YOUR DREAMS, PINKY!”

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You waited outside the entrance to the festival. It was strangely soothing to watch the people flow by, like you were a rock overlooking a stream. There were groups of friends, couples both young and old, families where the laughing children ran ahead of their parents eager to get inside. You gave a small smile at the last. Maybe that could be you someday, a parent getting to see a festival through the eyes of a child again. Though the mental picture was hazier than it used to be. The children you half imagined just blurs of colorful yukatas, instead of loud and stubborn blond haired brats with their father’s eyes and attitude. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself as a thought occurred to you. If you and Kaminari actually went through with this plan, decent chance the kids would still be blond. The thought hurt a little.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and had the breath knocked out of your lungs.

Katsuki was beautiful. You knew it. Thought it often, even. But tonight he practically glowed. His hair had been tamed into a softer look than usual. The jinbei he wore was the perfect compliment to his skintone. Was that… Yes. Dark eyeliner made his crimson eyes pop. Your heart ached. You’d always love this man. No matter how it tore you apart, he’d always own part of your heart and soul. You smiled weakly and raised your hand in greeting.

“Hey. You look good.”

“Thanks.” Bakugou scratched the back of his head. “Mina got ahold of me.”

“That explains it then.”

“Hey!” Katsuki gently elbowed you in the side before taking his place next to you. “You saying I can’t dress up on my own?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” You dodged out of the way as he swatted at you, laughing. Yes. This could be it. One last good night.

“Shall we go in?” You asked, holding out your hand.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Katsuki asked as he walked past you, ignoring your hand.

You gave a quiet smile as you followed.

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Katsuki picked at his food, none of it making it to his mouth. He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick right here and some paparazzi was going to see and take a picture and the big headline tomorrow was going to be “A Puke Worthy Proposal.” He was trying his best to keep up the illusion that everything was fine and normal, but it was rough. It had been a long time since he’d taken his alpha on even a normal date. And this wasn’t any normal date. It didn’t help that things were feeling forced and awkward.

He wanted to hold your hand, but his own hands were sweating buckets. He tried to keep up casual conversation, but that was getting harder and harder as the night wore on. Every sentence he wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with. It was impossible to keep talking about what vendors he recognized when all he wanted to say was “I love you and I’ll always love you and I want you by my side until the sun stops shining.”

It didn’t help that things felt awkward. Almost nothing was feeling easy or natural. It really had been far too long since the two of you had gone on any sort of date. He frowned as he thought about it. It had been over a year, at least. Longer, even. Well, he was going to have to fix that. He’d be able to use some of that pro hero paycheck and spoil you like you deserved. His Y/N. His mate. And soon, his wife.

Bakugou stared at nothing, his eyes going unfocus as he started daydreaming about how spectacular your wedding would be.

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This was a disaster. You glanced over to where Bakugou stood picking at his food, looking bored. You’d been trying to keep up the conversation, but for the past several minutes you’d only gotten hums or grunts in response to anything you said.

“It’s amazing how they got all those pro heroes to dance nude as one of the main attractions this year.”

Katsuki grunted.

Yeah, he wasn’t paying attention at all.

You sighed, looking down at your own untouched food. You never should have agreed to come. At least this date was proving it to you. This had to end. The two of you didn’t know how to be a couple anymore. It was even clearer that Katsuki wasn’t even interested in trying. You had no idea why he wanted to have this date in the first place. Some bizarre sense of obligation? Maybe his heat had shaken him up enough that his omega needed the sense of normalcy? This issue was this wasn’t normal for the two of you anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. You sighed, glancing around for a trash can to oust you untouched dango.

A loud pop caused you to look up. The fireworks were about to start.

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Bakugou looked up at the sound of the first firework.

“Wanna head to the pier?”

You nodded quietly, following him as he led the way. He was sweating so much now that if he set himself off he’d take out half the city.

This was it. It was almost time. The two of you were going to watch the fireworks from the out of the way pier like you had all those years ago. It was at the end of that fireworks show the two of you had had your first kiss. And this time… Well this time at the end of the show he was going to propose and you were going to say yes, and it was going to be perfect.

That is if he didn’t barf before you two got there.

“Hurry up,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

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You tried not to flinch at Bakugou’s harsh tone. He clearly wanted to get this night over with even more than you did. You tried not to let it hurt.

The pier was empty as it always was. The lack of lighting keeping others away. The first time you had discovered it, it had felt hidden and intimate. Now it felt desolate. Lonely.

You walked up to the railing and stared at the sky. The fireworks didn’t feel magical anymore either. Your fingers wrapped around the railing as you glanced to the side. Bakugou wasn’t even looking up. He was staring at the reflections of flashes in the dark swirling water below.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

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So it goes: Chapter 13 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: Michael never liked when someone messed up with the people he loves, especially if they mess with his girl. And its much worse when that someone bothering was the one guy Michael wanted to punch in the face for more than one reason.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: swearing, fluff, some mentions of sex, a tiny bit of angst here and there.

Word count: 7.1k

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this, kids. Life has been crazy and covid symptoms kicked my ass (get vaccinated and boosted, for the love of God), but back on action. This took forever to write and it's longish, but I hope you like it. Let me know what you think and like always, thanks for the love on the other parts. Enjoy it!

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Chapter 13 - Call it what you want.

It wasn’t a surprise to see rain in Dublin, just like it wasn’t a surprise to find Maggie curled up on the couch snuggling beside Michael. It wasn’t weird, especially when outside it was cold, rainy, and when Maggie had a headache. It didn’t happen often, but when it did there was no one who could take her out of the comfort of her blanket and the couch. If Maggie was feeling badly, nobody could take Michael from her side, so cuddles on a Saturday afternoon were the activity of choice. She was in her little happy place, all warm and cozy, in the arms of the man she loved, all while Michael was watching some documentary at the lowest volume and with the subtitles on to not bother her. It was her little heaven, except for the headache. The days since Michael got there were pretty much like that. Kisses, hugs, cuddles on the couch, mind-blowing sex, repeating they loved each other every time they could, some Christmas shopping, planning for the holidays’ dinners and taking the boys to see some nice places when the weather wasn’t absolute shit. It was easy and simple and they loved it. What also got back was Coach Michael, the overprotective and always caring man. When he got back, Maggie was a little mess, and even if she wanted to hide it to not worry him, Michael realized a blink. He didn’t say a thing in the first couple of days, but then he made her sit down and they had a long talk. That’s when Maggie found out he knew everything. Jas and Esme told him everything, from the overworking craziness to the lack of sleep and the absolute mess her diet was, he knew, every single thing. He could see the slight dark circles under her eyes from the poor sleeping routine; he noticed she was skinnier and constantly tired during the day.

When Michael said he knew everything, Maggie thought he was going to be furious, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t be furious at her; he was just extremely worried. He couldn’t blame her knowing practically everyone was dealing with some kind of problem after the lockdown. Maggie's explanation when Michael asked why she didn’t tell anything was easy. ‘I didn’t want you to worry about me when you had to take care of Danny, Blake and yourself. You had enough and I didn’t want to be a bother’. As soon as those words left her mouth, Michael gave her the biggest hug. He told her loud and clear that she wasn’t a bother and that he was always worried about her. He made her understand that no matter where he was or how busy he was, she was always his priority. He made her promise that that was never going to happen again; that she was never going to hide such a thing from him. Michael also made Maggie promise that from that second, he was in charge until she was back to the healthiest version of herself. Workouts, meals, supplements, shakes, meditation, melatonin, spry for her pillow and whatever was necessary to make her be back on track. Maggie couldn’t remember one time she felt so loved, except from her family. A whole week of love, homemade meals made by Michael, decent nights of sleep, and some good laughs, Maggie was slowly starting to feel better, not counting the damn headache. She was happy, warm, in love, unbothered and almost asleep when one phone started to buzz somewhere, but she didn’t pay attention. She really couldn’t care less. She was too tired and too lazy to even open her eyes or to ask if it was her phone. The whole world could wait for some extra hours, and if it was something important then Michael could take care of it. ‘Maybe it is his phone’ Maggie thought to herself, which made her only bury herself in his arms more; but then she felt him move under her arms.

“Hey Mags? Someone’s calling you, sweetheart” Michael whispered against her forehead, placing a kiss right there to wake her up, even if Maggie wasn’t asleep. “Who is it?” Maggie murmured, hugging him tighter and burying her face deeper in the crook of his neck.  “It’s a random number” he informed her, placing the phone in front of her so she could take a look. It wasn’t her family, not friends, not work, so Maggie couldn’t care less, not even to look at the phone.  “Can you pick it up? Too sleepy to function” she murmured, snuggling impossibly closer to him. She didn’t need to look at his face to notice Michael was looking at her, trying to figure out if she was sure. There were still counted people who knew they were together. Not like they were hiding or anything; they just weren’t shouting it from the rooftops, so she knew Michael was probably worried about fucking it up by picking it up. “What if it’s something important? What am I supposed to say?” he asked, stroking her back as he gave her another kiss over her forehead.  “You can say 'Maggie can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, because she’s dead' and that’s that” she murmured, kissing Michael’s neck and smiling slightly. It was a seriously silly joke, but she was too proud of herself for the timing.

“I got that reference” Michael smiled, kissing her head one more time as he finally answered the second call. “Hello? Yes, it's her phone. No, she’s not available right now. ‘Who’s this?’. Michael. I’m her boyfriend. Yes, that Michael. Oh. Yes. Yeah na. Sorry, mate. Um, let me check because she’s kind of asleep. Yeah. Hold on. Babe?” Michael finally called out for her, resting the phone over his chest to touch her cheek, which just caused a little whimper as a response. “Your ex is on the phone. He wants to talk to you” he explained shortly, causing Maggie to move up enough to look at his face. He was dead serious. Well shit. 

The thing was, Maggie ran into Sebastian the previous day. She wanted to buy Michael a hoodie to replace the purple one she took. It was also an excuse to get him something that would make him think about her when he was away, so she went out with Jas to do some last Christmas gifts shopping. They were in a shop deciding which one Maggie should pick when Sebastian materialized from nowhere. Maggie wasn’t even paying attention when Sebastian appeared, she was over the phone with Michael, who wanted to know if they were up to go out for dinner because Daniel was insisting they should go out. Maggie asked Jas if she wanted to go and it was an automatic yes, but under one condition. When Maggie told Michael that Jas wanted Italian food and that she wanted the same, and she couldn’t help but laugh her ass off when Daniel dropped a stupid ‘Don’t you girls have enough Italian meals between me and this cunt?’.  Maggie was still giggling about the joke and the discussion the two Aussies were having when she heard someone calling her name. It wasn’t Daniel or Michael over the phone or Jas on her side; it was someone else, and she knew that voice. She didn’t say anything to Michael and didn't pay any attention to Sebastian, she just turned around ignoring him completely while she was still talking with the boys and telling them about a cool Italian place they knew and how they could go get just one beer considering it was Friday. Sebastian tried to talk to her, of course he tried, but Jas stopped him before he could even get close to Maggie.  Jas dropped a very serious ‘If you look at her or if you even breathe near her, I will kick your ass right here right now’ and that was everything she needed to say for him to leave. When Michael found out, his face went so serious that Maggie thought he had topped breathing. The first question he asked was a ‘Did he do something?’ through clenched teeth, and Maggie and Jas had to insist at least five times that nothing happened. After that, Maggie and Jas had to explain again what had happened, and Maggie had to kiss and hug him until he finally relaxed. He knew nothing was going to happen to her, but he just didn’t like Sebastian. He didn’t want that guy around Maggie. He didn’t want Sebastian around his family at all. Maggie knew if Michael could do something about it, he would probably send Sebastian to another country or even to another planet. If Maggie was Michael’s favorite person in the world, Sebastian was his less favorite human being, so the fact that he wanted to talk to her wasn’t something nice to hear.

Maggie knew he wasn’t mad; he wasn’t -technically- jealous; he was uneasy for some reason. Maggie knew him well enough to know the problem was the overprotective personality trail inside his mind yelling that he should have been there to handle that guy and tell him to get away. Even if Maggie was fine, even if she could defend herself perfectly fine, and even if Jas was there, he still felt bad for not being there with his girl. The ‘I know perfectly fine you can take care of yourself, but if something ever happens to you, I don’t know what I would do with myself’ came up at night when they were in bed, after the frown was on his forehead all day. 

That night, Maggie spoiled the hell out of Michael. After dinner she dragged him to the bathroom of their room, filled the tub with hot water and her favorite lavender bath salt; put on some soft music on her phone; turned on some candles she stole from around the apartment, and turned out the lights. She didn’t want to make it romantic; it wasn’t about that at all; she just wanted him to relax and stop overthinking. After the undressed each other, Maggie made Michael sit between her legs -because she knew that for some reason he loved it-, and once his back was against her body, she just hugged him.

They didn’t do much, they talked about their plans for the future, when Maggie was going to be able to go to London for some days, what they were going to do when they got to see each other, places they wanted to go together, how she was planning to somehow manage to spend the summer break with him, and the dates they still needed to have after a year away from each other or locked down. Then they really talked about the future, even if they were kind of joking. Maggie asked if some day they could have a dog because she always wanted one and Michael said they could have two so they would keep each other company. They joked about how they wanted to travel the world and then, one really distance day, settle down and have a white picket fence life in some nice sunny place away from the clouds and the rain. They joked how Michael could be the coach of their kids’ sports teams because there was no way he would let anyone else do that job, and how they would also have to send them to do some artistic things or Maggie was gonna be absolutely offended because sports were his thing, but art was hers. She could feel his body slowly relaxing against hers as they laughed about the things they were saying. They stayed there making out until their lips were all red from kissing, their fingers were all puckered, and the second round of hot water and Maggie were getting both cold, but she could feel him smiling against her lips, so she knew it was getting better. 

When they were all dried and ready to go to bed, Maggie didn’t let Michael put clothes on. She knew perfectly fine the last part of her plan to make him relax. Michael insisted there was no need, that they didn’t have to do anything if she wasn’t in the mood, but there was nothing that Maggie wanted more than making him feel loved and wanted. They made love to each other slowly, whispering love words and promises as they moved in perfect sync to show how much they just loved each other. They shared kiss after kiss while they held hands or stroked each other's bodies. Maggie whispered against his lips that she was his and his only, that she wanted him and nobody else; that he was the only one able to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her, to cum inside her, and to do whatever he wanted with her. It was nothing like their normal nights, but it was exactly what they both somehow needed. Ninety percent of the time, Maggie was the one sleeping with her head on Michael’s chest as his arms were all wrapped around her body protectively, but that night it was the other way around. Michael was snuggled by her side all night, head on her chest, arms around her waist, and legs tangled. She whispered again and again that it was fine. She kissed his forehead, promised everything was fine, that she wasn’t anywhere, and that nobody was going to take her away from her side.  The next day, Maggie thought Michael was better. He looked like the storm had passed and all the insecurities never were there. Maybe Daniel talked to him in the morning while they were training; maybe he just remembered Maggie wasn’t going away and that Sebastian wasn’t a threat. Maggie had no idea what it was, but she was happy there was no frown on his forehead, at least not until the phone-call. 

“What? What does he want? she asked, every sign of tiredness erased from her face to be replaced with a confused look. And anger. Things with Sebastian didn’t end up well. It wasn’t a friendly break-up. Sebastian broke up with her after Maggie confronted him when she found out he had been talking shit about Daniel on her birthday. Jas found him trying to get an ally on one of her uncles, but all he got was an awkward look from uncle Bryan and a dead treat from Jas. Family was the most important thing for the girls. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for the people they loved, and there was nobody in the whole universe that Jas loved more than Daniel. She loved him with every fiber of her body, so to find Sebastian in her family’s home, during her sister’s birthday celebration talking shit about her man was the biggest no for Jas. Sebastian was always somehow jealous of Daniel. Since the Irish family met Daniel, they were delighted with him, but that never happened with Sebastian. He was a regular guy, nothing compared with the always charming and always joker persona the Aussie was. It has nothing to do with the fact that the girls’ dad and grandfather were motorsports fans. Daniel really earned his place in the family. In comparison, Sebastian never did that. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t really a family guy, but whatever the reason was, her family wasn’t much fan of him. They tolerated him and that was it. Nobody really cared about it, but then Daniel appeared in their life and Sebastian was nothing but jealous. Maggie tried to tell him to not pay attention to it, and she thought that he listened to her, but apparently it didn’t happen. It was more of them same when Michael appeared in the equation. Maybe it was worse than with Daniel. Then the bomb exploded in front of their faces, but God, she was thankful it did.

“He wants to talk to you. And he sounds very much pissed about ‘Daniel’s Michael’ picking up your phone and being your boyfriend” he whispered, so Sebastian wouldn’t listen on the other side of the phone.  “I’m not talking to him. Tell him I’m unconscious. No, tell him I’m dead. You fucked me so hard that you literally killed me” she whispered, making Michael smile. “Whatever he wants to say, he can say it to you or go to hell” she affirmed, placing a kiss over his chest before she rested her head right there, trying to focus on nothing but his heartbeats.  “Mate, listen, she’s totally asleep. Yes, I checked. What? No, I’m not gonna go check again. Fuck no, I’m not gonna wake her up. Listen, mate, if you want to leave a message, then I will pass it to her. What?! Listen, that’s absolutely not your business, mate. Because it's my relationship with her and it’s not your issue for how we have been dating. She doesn’t have to give you any explanations because if I don’t recall badly, you broke up with her. Which, by the way, I gotta thank you from the bottom of my heart, man. You did me a big favor with that because now I’m with the girls of my dreams. Actually, I’m sure she wants to thank you too, because now she has someone that takes care of her the way she needs it and in every single aspect. She’s very happy, we are very happy, so thank you, mate. What? Look, mate, I don’t wanna be disrespectful, but she’s my girlfriend, so I’ll ask you to not call her again. I don’t wanna know you keep bothering her. Why? You really ask why? Mate, what part you don’t understand? You broke up with her last year, she’s with me now, and I know she doesn’t wanna hear a thing from you. She’s a smart girl, bro, she moved on a long time ago, and let me tell you, she moved onto bigger and better. Oh, you think that? Her neighbors know my name better than they ever knew yours, buddy. Yes, I can assure you. You wanna met up somewhere so we can talk about it? Because I really think we also should have a little chat about your not-so-nice habit of talking shit about people, especially about you talking shit about my best mate. Sure, bro, any time you want, but I don’t think you have the balls to do it. Yeah, do whatever you want, mate, she’s not home anyway so... Yeah, sure” Michael finally hung up, leaving the phone on the coffee table in front of the couch.

If Maggie was in love with Michael before that day, now she was feeling something beyond that. She couldn’t put into words how utterly in love she was. She was fascinated and obsessed. She was also laughing her ass off, trying to muffle her giggles against his chest as she listened to the conversation. “Did you just tell him indirectly that you fuck me better than he did?” she asked as she looked up at him. “Of course I did. You’re my girl, we’re together, and he needs to know that’s how it works. I really can’t believe you dated that guy” he breathed, trying to calm himself, because he was clearly pissed. Maggie once read the quote ‘The most dangerous human being is the one who’s in love’ and there was no better way to describe Michael. She couldn’t blame him, if that was the other way around, she would be throwing punches, and breaking bones. Maggie knew Michael was a jealous guy. He didn’t like people flirting with Maggie, not even when they weren’t really together. He was also absolutely overprotective of her and it wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew he would do anything to protect her and what they had from anyone or anything, so she could figure he wasn’t happy with everything that was happening, but especially with the whole ‘my girl’s ex showing up’. She had no idea what Sebastian said over the phone, but she could have a decent picture for everything Michael said.

In the middle of all the mess Maggie couldn’t ignore when Michael said he was her boyfriend. She couldn’t ignore how it made her all happy and warm inside. Even if they knew they were together for obvious reasons, there was something especially about listening that word coming from him. It wasn’t like she needed to hear that she was his girlfriend to know she was in fact his girlfriend. It was just like a little silly recognition that deep down Maggie needed.

“I was young and stupid. Now I have clearly improved with my choice of boyfriends. Moved onto bigger and better” she smiled with a tired smirk on her face as she repeated the words he said. “I’m kind of offended because it’s the first time you say you’re my boyfriend and you did it to piss my ex off” His face suddenly changed when he heard the word ‘boyfriend’. She could see Michael never realized he said that until she mentioned it. “I said I was your boyfriend, right?” Michael asked, clearly trying to hold a smile as he hugged her tighter.  “Yup, you said very clearly ‘I’m her boyfriend’. It was very cute to see you all protective. Also, very sexy” she confessed.  “So, I guess I’m your boyfriend” he shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. She knew it was in fact a big deal. Since he got back, she heard Daniel say she was Michael’s girlfriend. She even heard her sister say Michael was Maggie’s boyfriend, but she never dared to use the world. Michael always said Maggie was his girl; he always joked saying she was his koala and a ton of silly nicknames they both used for each other, but that was all. Just like with the love confession issue, Maggie didn’t want to ruin it by being the first one to throw it. Now that Michael said it, she felt the warmest sensation in her heart and she couldn’t be happier about it. “And I guess you’re my girlfriend”  “I’m definitely your girlfriend” she nodded, kissing his cheek a couple of times. “I gotta say, I’m disappointed. I was waiting for a formal petition. Y’know, no big deal, just you asking if I wanted to be your girlfriend. You know I’m an old soul” Maggie stated, trying to sound as serious as possible.

When Michael turned on the couch to face her, all the seriousness disappeared out of the windows. She was joking, but Michael wasn’t. “My sweet little Margaret,” he started, grabbing her left hand and giving her a kiss over her knuckles. “Would you give me the great, wonderful honor and privilege to be my girlfriend?” Michael asked with the sweetest smile on his face. He knew there was no need to ask her, but there he was, doing even that to make her happy. If making her happy was Michael’s plan, then it worked perfectly because she was smiling from ear to ear like a happy giggly girl. “Sea, mo grá” she affirmed, bringing their joined hands to her lips to give him a kiss. There was no way she would ever say no to him, especially when the question was that one. “I’m gonna assume that means yes” Michael smiled hugging her waist as the confusion was all around his face. He was trying to learn a thing or two in Irish, but it was taking time. Maggie knew he knew what ‘mo grá’ meant, because she always called him that, but the rest was a blank in his dictionary. “It's a big Irish yes because I love you like crazy” she affirmed, giving a long, loving kiss. She was his girlfriend. She was Michael’s girlfriend. It couldn’t get better than that. “Never as much as I love you” he smiled against her lips. “Now I’m thinking, it’s not the first time I've said I’m your boyfriend. I did it back at the engagement party when that guy wanted to hit on you. Why there’s always a guy trying to take you away? I mean, I get it, because that was my plan when I met you, but c'mon” he wondered, rolling his eyes like a drama queen.

He was right about him using the whole boyfriend thing back then, but what surprised her was the whole ‘plan’ thing. “That was your plan?” “To hit on you and see if it worked at some point? Absolutely” Michael shrugged again, giving her another kiss. Maggie thought for a microsecond about it. She imagined what she would have done if she was still dating Sebastian and Michael tried to get his way with her and there was just one option there. “It would have worked. I would have totally run to you. I can’t say no to your face, babe” Michael smiled all happy when he heard Maggie basically say she would have left Sebastian for him. She could see a cheeky grin full of pride, knowing he could have taken her away from that guy but that Sebastian wasn’t able to take Maggie from him. She knew he was proud of it, but he didn’t say a thing. “There was another time when I said I was your boyfriend. The lady in Surrey” Michael pointed out as his fingers ran around her back and waist. “You didn’t tell her I was your girlfriend!” Maggie exclaimed as she slapped his chest with both hands. “There was no need to go ahead with the joke when she said we were married” she affirmed as she tried to not laugh, but damn, it was hard. It was impossible to forget how her whole face was warm and surely red when Michael didn’t deny or correct that poor lady that was the owner of the adorable little restaurant where they were to have lunch. It started fine, but the joke escalated too quickly and Maggie was with her jaw practically over the table trying to understand what the hell was happening in front of her face.

“I never said you were my wife; she just assumed that. I just said you were my Maggie, which its true” Michael insisted, stealing a kiss as the silly grin was still on his face. “You told her ‘August’ when she asked when we got married!” “I never said of which year” Michael insisted, trying to defend himself. “But you told her ‘It’s gonna happen one day’ when she told us to come back again and how lovely it would be if we came with a baby or two” Maggie remembered, this time poking his chest. Charming bastard could have made the lady believe they had three kids, and she would have bought every single word coming from his mouth. Maggie couldn’t blame her, because he had the same damn effect on her. “You don’t think its gonna happen?” Michael asked with a fake offended face that made Maggie slap him again. “I know, I’m an idiot, but you love me, and that’s all I care about” Maggie nodded with a smile on her face. He was a silly thing, but she was in fact absolutely in love with him, so he was pretty much right. There was no need to prove she loved him, but as a little reminder she started placing small, loving kisses all over his face as she whispered how much she loved him and how much she liked him. Michael didn’t say a word; he was just there, eyes closed as his girlfriend covered in love, kisses and praises while he stroked her body under her shirt. For a second, Maggie thought it worked to keep his mind from all the bullshit, but as soon as she stopped, she could see the worry appearing again, just like the previous day, and just like when he picked up the phone. 

“I see the frown again. What’s going on, sunshine?” she asked in a soft voice while she stroked his cheeks. “He wanted to invite you to a New Year’s party” Michael breathed, grabbing the blanket lying over their legs and tucking her in, covering Maggie to her shoulders. Maggie knew him enough to recognize that tone in his voice. It was the classical ‘I’m acting cool with it, even if I’m really not’.  So that was the issue.

New Year’s Eve was their thing. They didn’t have to say it to know it. That was where things started to get serious, were they started to really realize they weren’t joking around with their relationship, were they realized they were exclusive even if they never discussed it, and when they also realized they were really deep in the rabbit hole because they didn’t want to see the other with anyone else. It was also the day where they both practically realized they were in love with each other, so it wasn’t a joke. This was going to be their first whole holiday together, their first Christmas together, but also the first New Year’s Eve party not hiding -even if in the previous one they didn’t really hide-. It was the only little tradition they really had considering they couldn’t spend any other special occasion together more than once. Birthdays were normally apart, Valentine’s Day ruined, Christmas with their families, and they didn’t even have an anniversary date, so the only thing they had was New Year’s Eve. It was their little unspoken thing, and Sebastian was somehow trying to take that away from them. Sebastian was trying to take Maggie away from Michael’s side on their day, so it clearly made Michael get even more worried.  

“What a shame I’ll be spending New Year with my friends and family. Actually, I’m planning to start the year making out with my man. Then I’m planning to fuck him until my legs give up and then some. I tend to have some real fun at New Year’s Eve parties” she shrugged, kissing his cheek a couple times. “Sounds like a wonderful idea” he nodded, hugging her a little tighter against his body. “I was thinking about wearing a red dress you might like” she shrugged as she thought of the dress she was thinking about wearing. It was short, tight, and with a square neck that wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. Maggie had been dying to wear that in front of Michael for months, but she never got the chance to, so New Year's sounded like a plan. “Red sounds nice and promising” Michael affirmed, and this time he was the one burying his face on her neck. “I’m not going anywhere, grá. No without you. I’m not moving from your side until you have to leave, do you hear me?” she whispered in his ear as she scratched his head slowly. “And even then, you’ll have to deal with me following you around as much as possible”

“When are you coming to London?” “As soon as I can, baby. As soon as I can” she murmured, kissing his head. Maggie thought they were finally having one moment of peace. She thought the problems were over. For five minutes it was just them; the silence of the apartment mixed with their synchronized slow breathings; the soft sound coming from the tv, and the rain hitting against the window. Maggie even though that she managed to make Michael calm down, but then the sound of her phone buzzing against the table broke the peaceful noise. “If it's your ex again, I swear I’m gonna find him and I’m gonna break his stupid fucking face” Michael whispered from her neck, and Maggie just squeezed him tighter. “If you find him, he’s gonna run like a coward. You’re bigger and taller. He was fucking terrified of you since he met you” Maggie smiled as she remembered the panic on Sebastian’s face when Michael appeared for the first time. Nobody noticed it, but Maggie did. She could see the panic in his eyes. She could see the expression on his face knowing he had no chance in any kind of way. Michael could kick his ass and take his girlfriend in a blink, so Sebastian was more than threatened even when he didn’t say a thing. When Maggie mentioned that, Michael didn’t say anything, but she knew it had some effect. He kissed her neck once before he moved to look at her, and in his face there was a mix of happiness and pride. Men. “I’m serious. He’s like 1.75; you’re a fucking giant besides him. Besides, he doesn’t have this or this” she said, moving her hand from his biceps to his abs, but then she moved it to his chest right over his heart. “Or this, which let’s be honest, it's more important than all the rest” “I love you; do you know that?” Michael wondered, grabbing her hand and placing some kisses over her knuckles before he put it back on his chest, all while the phone kept buzzing. “Want me to pick up that bloody phone?” 

Maggie nodded as she gave him a kiss, not really caring who was calling or texting. Kissing her boyfriend and telling him that she loved him, too, was more important than the rest of the world. By the time they moved apart and Michael reached the phone, it wasn’t buzzing anymore, but then she recognized the single buzz of a text. “Please tell me it's not him” It took Michael one single look to recognize the number. “Well bad news, sweetheart. This dude doesn’t get it or what? It's been a year and a half since you broke up. We’ve been together for all that time, for fuck’s sake” Michael complained. They have been together for a year and a half. Heard that just made Maggie’s heart somehow grow bigger. “What does he say? I’m gonna send him to hell and block his number after this” Maggie breathed as she kept stroking his waist and occasionally kissed his jaw or his chest. She just wanted to get over with it so she could go back to complain about her headache and then convince Michael to take another bath with her so it could relax both of them. And then maybe another session of slow sex to make him remember again that she was all his. “It says ‘Same place same hour than 2018. Hope to see you there so we can talk’. And then another one says ‘Are you serious dating that guy? I thought you didn’t like big muscles and all that shit’. Is he serious?” Michael asked, looking down at her.  Well shit again. Now that bastard was making her look like some superficial bitch, all while trying to make her leave Michael. Maggie then started to think that maybe they both should go find him and kick his ass but as a couple activity. “The fact that he didn’t have them doesn’t mean I never liked it” she whispered a bit ashamed of admitting it. She sounded terribly superficial. It sounded absolutely bad. That guy made it sound like she was with Michael just because he was handsome. Maggie wasn’t stupid to admit he was the most handsome man she ever saw and that the first thing that attracted her was that. That was a plus, but then Maggie felt in love with him for who he was and for what they had together. She knew she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him the way she was if he was a douchebag, no matter how handsome he was. Especially not after dating one idiot behind the other. “You know I’m not with you just because you’re handsome and hot, right?” she murmured looking down at his hoodie, suddenly absolutely ashamed to look at his eyes. Sebastian was able to even ruin that.

“Maggie, what-?” “Just answer me” she insisted, not letting him finish the question. “You know I’m not with you just because you’re beautiful and hot, right?” Michael asked, moving his right hand to lift her head, holding her chin between his fingers. “I’m serious” she murmured, not being able to escape from his gaze and his perfect brown eyes. “I’m serious too, sweetheart” he insisted, giving her a sweet, short peck before he kept talking. “Hey, I know you’re not in love with me because of the way I look. I know you would love me even if one day I don’t have muscles. I know you will love me when I get old, gray and wrinkled, just like I’m gonna love you the same. It goes beyond all that crap, sweetheart. Maybe it was about that the first time we slept together, but it's not like that now” Maggie knew Michael was right. It was beyond that and they both knew it, but she just felt terrible now that someone had brought it up. “I just need you to know” “I know sweetheart. I do know, so don’t worry” he stated, leaving the phone on the couch and moving both arms around her waist again. “This son of a bitch it’s really getting into our heads and it shouldn’t happen. I’m seriously surprised that you dated this guy” “You’re gonna tell me you didn’t date some crazy bitch or some stupid chick? Someone that makes you say ‘what the fuck I was thinking about?’. We all have something under our rugs. I have too many to be honest” Maggie stated, placing her hands on the sides of his neck so she could stroke his jaw with her thumbs. “I thought you were like your sister who doesn’t want to know about Danny’s exes”

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t wanna know about the models you dated. I’m good with the ignorance of not knowing any about it. My self-esteem it's in a decent place right now, I don’t need some pair of long legs to ruin it for me” she shrugged. It was a constant joke between them. From the beginning, Jas said she didn’t want to know a thing about the girls Daniel dated. She knew they all probably looked like models. She knew probably they were all models, so she was happy living in the unknown of not knowing a thing. It was easier to live like that than with the ghost and torment of some long legs, even if everyone said Jas was the best girlfriend Daniel ever had. It was probably a complete denial of reality, but it was working so far. It had been working for Jas for almost three years, so she wasn’t planning to change it. Jas always said that she knew Daniel’s dick had been places before they met, but she didn’t want to know exactly where or when. She was happy knowing now it basically belonged to her and her only. Maggie was using the same technique as her sister. She didn’t want to know about Michael’s exes, and she was doubting if he would have liked to know about hers at all. He just knew about Sebastian and the rugby player she dated some years ago, but he never asked anything about the rest. On the other side was Daniel knew about all Jas’s exes, but he despised her last Italian boyfriend more than anyone else since he texted her to ‘catch up’ while Jas was already dating Daniel. They were a whole bunch of messes, but it somehow worked, so it was fine.  “Margaret-” he started, but she interrupted him.  She knew what he was going to say. She knew the complete speech Michael was going to throw at her, but there was no need to say it that day. “Nop, don’t try to deny it to me. You could have any girl you want, so it’s fine. I got into this relationship knowing that perfectly fine, so it’s okay” she affirmed, placing a kiss on his nose.  “And here I am, exactly with the only girl I want” Michael smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he stroked her waist. “How's the headache going?” “Terrible, but I’m here with my amazing boyfriend who’s looking after me. I’m lucky because he’s a sunshine who stays in with me and takes care of me” Maggie smiled sweetly, moving enough to look at him through her tired eyes.  “He sounds like a cool guy” 

“He is the coolest and the sweetest. He has the cutest smile and the most beautiful shiny brown eyes I have ever seen. Plus, he’s incredible in bed and knows how to cook. I mean I could go on and on about the list of amazing things he is and does. I love him very much. He’s my whole world and I really won the lottery with him” she affirmed, giving him a few kisses over his lips.  “I love you too, sweetheart” Michael smiled, kissing her again, but they got interrupted again by her phone buzzing somewhere under them on the couch. “Again?!” Maggie was absolutely exasperated. She found her phone, unlocked it, wrote down a fast ‘Stop texting me, you gobshite. Message me again and I’ll knock you about. I swear your ma won’t be able to identify your body’ and then took a picture of herself with a big smile and her middle finger up to send it after the text. “There you go” she finally said, dropping the phone on the couch again.  “You just sent him a picture?” Michael asked with a smile despite the surprise on his face.  “And I basically told him to go to hell, then blocked him. Don’t worry, your face wasn’t in the picture. I’m not getting you in trouble” she explained like it was absolutely the most normal thing in the world.  “You’re insane but you’re the best. And I better not run into that guy in the street” he affirmed, bringing Maggie again closer to him, even if it was practically impossible to move closer.  “Yeah, he interrupted my nap so we should kill him” she breathed, closing her eyes as she snuggled with her face on his face. “Hey babe?” she called him a few minutes later, looking at him once again. “Thanks for taking care of me. Headache and exes and all” Maggie smiled, stroking his cheek as she looked at her boyfriend. Her boyfriend.  “You don’t thank me. It’s my job, so I got you" Michael affirmed as he kissed her forehead carefully. “Wanna take a bath?” “Please” she practically purred, smiling for just thinking about Michael against her body under the warm water. “Can we have sex after that? I wanna forget this whole thing ever happened” Maggie didn’t have to say it twice, so before she realized Michael was carrying her to their room, phone completely forgotten somewhere on the couch.

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concentrateandpush · 3 years

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Just like Charles had promised, he barely let me stay not pregnant. Baby is only 11 months old and I’m 40 weeks pregnant, which is unheard of with twins. I’ve been up all night with the little one and she’s at that point where EVERYTHING is interesting, fingers in plugs, stuffing bread into where it doesn’t belong.. we’ve gone through 3 iPhones because they just done belong in the bath. But, she’s beautiful and eagerly awaiting the arrival of her little play mates.

“Sweetheart, are you going to have nap time? Then when you wake up, Daddy’s going to be home?” I smile, trying to entice her into the idea. She shakes her head and just runs wild, it’s not that I don’t want to play with her and keep her entertained, it’s that I physically can’t at this point. “Up! Up!!” She smiles to me and I just can’t resist her face and so I get up letting her pull me to where ever she wants. “Ake! Ake!” She smiles, anything but fucking baking “Oh angel.. Mommy’s really tired” I sigh and kneel down “what about drawing? Or even.. even swimming?” I offer and her eyes light up.

Luckily, we have a pool in our garden, a decent sized one. “Okay, come on” I nod and get her changed before getting myself into a one piece. Once we’re in, she’s loving life, she’s like a sea creature, she’s always been great in the water. I look down at my stomach and give a gently brush over the top “we’re ready for you babies” I whisper. As if by magic, I start to feel an all too familiar pain. Biting my lip and just observing, I watch my stomach as it tightens slightly. I had already gotten my mucus plug, so I knew it was coming, but it takes me by surprise.

I ride through a few easy contractions and then decide it’s time to get out “Okay, sweetheart, time to get out” I smile and laboriously grunt as I pick her up and climb out. She senses something isn’t quite right, I know this because there was no nagging to stay in there. I check the time and sigh seeing that it’s still a while before Charles comes home. I settle her down and get her on the couch in a big towel and wrap one around myself, just trying to ease the pains as they come in and let out.

A while goes by and I check the time again, he’s late, baby is passed out on the couch with some kids show playing in the background and I can’t carry her up to bed at this point. Things are getting harder and I find myself squatting as I hold onto the kitchen counter, panting and trying to not wake her. I reach for my phone and call him, letting it ring and ring until he picks up “Babe? Im so sorry, work was crazy” he explains and I cut across “I need you here, I’ve gone into labor” I explain. “Shit, okay.. I’ll have Mom come and pick her up” he says fast and I shake my head “no you know she won’t let us do this alone” I sigh. “Okay, okay.. I’ll.. what about Juno?” He offers and I nod “yeah, just.. just get her here” I say as I clearly get closer to another contraction.

With in minutes, Juno comes in and looks around, I’m still on my knees in the kitchen. “Juno! She’s asleep there, she should sleep through, please just.. don’t tell them that they’re coming yeah?” I ask and she nods “I’ve got you, I won’t say a thing.. I trust you won’t say a thing in a few months when it’s my turn” she smiles softly and I beam at her “you’re kidding me?!” I ask as I get up and go to her, wrapping my arms around her “that’s amazing, I.. I’m so happy for you” I giggle. “Thank you, I’m ten weeks” she blushes. I knew that her and her girlfriend wanted a baby, but I didn’t expect her to do it at 17 and I have no idea who the dad is, but her face.. she’s so happy. “I’m so proud of you” I smile and tuck some hair back behind her ear.

“Babe?! Lena!?” Charles shouts and Juno shakes her head as if to say not to tell him. “I’ve got you” I whisper and rub her back before shouting “kitchen!”. “It’s our secret” I nod to her and squeal excitedly before he comes through. “Hey Juju” he smiles and rubs her back “hey bro, I’m going, I just came for Missy” she smiles and gets her bag and heads on out, leaving us alone.

“So you’re okay?” He checks and I nod “they’re still pretty far apart” I explain and drop the towel, letting him see my belly through the tight suit. I watch his face and see his nose flare “fuck” he whispers. I can’t help but smile as I lead to the couch “coming?” I ask and he nods, following as I go. I lay down and open my legs “I guess I need to make room right?” I ask shyly and bite my lip “I mean.. the head is going to be huge at forty weeks and I’m so tight..” I sigh, watching him get all hot and bothered.

“I..” he starts and I laugh a little “we have time, I’m not feeling movement or anything.. want to stretch me?” I offer and he swallows thickly. “There are some objects over there.. I want to push before I have to push” I say softly and he just gets up and goes for them. I go to take my swimsuit off and he shakes his head “I want that on.. I want you to struggle” he says calmly and I nod “as you please sir”.

He comes back with an inflatable ball, looking at me and I nod “you need to put it in.. how can I push it out otherwise?” I say innocently. He nods and picks up some lube, rubbing it all over me. He slides his fingers in and I groan a little before he pushes the ball in and starts to inflate it. I feel it expanding inside of me, I wouldn’t be able to play for long before baby works their way down. He starts pumping, I usually do two, maybe three. “You need to feel like you can’t do it.. practice” he smirks and I swallow thickly.

Once it’s in, I start to get a contraction and I look at him, immediately zoning out and needing to focus properly. “Come on.. this is the time to push” he tells me and my eyes widen. I pull both legs back, which is already uncomfortable, and I push a little but it scares me “babe, no, I can’t.. deflate it” I demand and he shakes his head “you need to push” he says dead pan and I start to panic, I get on my knees and look at him as I push again, cupping myself as I try to get it out. “Come out!” I groan, the contraction is not helping as I pant and wriggle through the pain. “Babe! Get it out!” I panic and he smooths my belly “it’s okay, you can do it”

“You don’t-“ I cry before pushing a finger around it “you don’t understand, I can’t get it out!” I sob and start to grunt, pushing as hard as I can. “Get it out! Get it out!” I scream “Purple! Charles, purple!!” I scream. Our codeword. “Fuck- fuck baby, I.. hold on” he says as he deflates it, pulling it out and tossing it aside, holding me and pulling me into him “baby, babe I’m so sorry, I thought-“ he starts and I shake my head “it hurt too much” I cry and just sob into him. He holds me, rocking me gently until I fall asleep. I need sleep so bad and he knows that.

I wake up about 3/4 hours later with an excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. “Mmm.. Charlie..” I grumble and rub my belly “Charlie?!” I shout seeing he’s not there. I immediately fall into a birthing breathing pattern, slowly trying to get on top of the pain until I feel a stabbing down below. “Unghh” I groan and reach to hold it “babe?!” I shout before starting to whimper through the pain. “Okay, I’m here, I’m here.. easy, babe, easy” he coaches me and I bite my lip, opening my legs again.

“Okay, we need to break these waters” he sighs and I nod, still working hard through the contraction. I’m opening up already, whether it’s just swelling or the baby, I don’t know. He pushes two fingers inside me and then nods “you’re so close” he smiles “about an eight, but we need to do this” he says softly as he puts on some gloves and a mask. “Ms Lovell” he winks and I laugh a little, the pain wearing down. “I’m just going to feel around and try to break your waters” he smirks.

“Yes doctor” I nod and lay back a little, watching him. The baby is filling me, it’s so hard but he has to have his fun. With in seconds the next contraction arrives, they are on top of eachother. “I need to hold your hand” I grumble and reach out feeling for him. He keeps his fingers inside me and then gives me his other hand. I feel his thumb on my clit, it’s all so much. “Nghh” I grunt “ahh! Baby!” I cry out as he starts to rub my clit so fast that it hurts “p-please!” I ask before he dives in and starts to suck on it “f-fuck” I mutter, the pain, the pleasure.

He starts to finger fuck me as he does all this and I just shake my head holding onto the pillow “Charlie!” I shout “Charlie! Charlie, Charlie!” I scream, partly in pain, mostly in pleasure. That’s when I feel it, the bag of waters explode inside me and flush out. I grip my thigh tightly and look to Charles “fucking hell” I mutter as I look down at the puddle in between my thighs.

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