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uplatterme · 2 years

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Oh, Dear Detective! II

cw: heizou x reader, gn!reader, fatui!reader, oooo first kiss how scandalous 👀

a/n: i lowkey feel like rewriting the first one now since i made it as a one-off and u can see how much effort i put into this one than the other 💀 also, ill see how this one does and see if i should make it into a series!

Part I | Commissions

tags: @forgotten-blues, @elaineiris, @zanpastries

Your sudden absence from Inazuma didn’t slip out of Heizou’s mind. The last time he saw you was a week ago, which was quite concerning as you always somehow managed to find wherever he is at all times. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reciprocate that despite him being a professional with these sort of things.

It was as if you never existed to begin with, if not for the hair tie that you left him from before. He wondered if he did something wrong but everything seemed normal that day. You weren’t acting suspicious at all, nor did you have any reason for leaving him without a word.

So what was our dear detective’s decision?

“Kidnapped. I think (Name)’s been kidnapped.”

“What?! How could that be?!” Paimon exclaimed.

“It’s only a theory for now. I’ve got no one else to ask, which is why I’m turning to you, Traveler.” He explained, it was supposed to be expected. Heizou has made enemies by being a detective. It would only make sense that someone had taken you because of him.

Staring at the hair tie on his wrist, he planted a soft kiss and promised that no matter what, he would find you and make whoever did this pay.

“Still as heartless as ever, (Name).” Pantalone stated.

“It was a shame, but it’s what I do best. Besides, I’d never get with someone who’s working under the murderer of Rosalyne.” You walked right next to him, getting a cigarette out from your pockets. Something to keep you warm against Snezhnaya’s freezing temperature.

Heizou would always keep you warm.

“Scaramouche is heading back to Liyue. I don’t know why but that’s what I’ve gathered.” The mere mention of Liyue had a certain ginger look over to you but you paid no mind.

Pulcinella joined your conversation as the others mourn the tragic death that’s once again caused by a so-called God. “Work is off for now, (Name). How was it?”

“How was what?”

“Inazuma.” He clarified.

“It is very different compared to here but I did enjoy the trip. The food was quite good and–” You quickly stop yourself almost making the mistake of having his name slip out of your mouth.

Mistake?

How would that be a mistake? It didn’t matter to you anymore, your job was done. This was for the Tsaritsa, for Rosalyne, and for everyone here who’s suffered due to an archon’s wrongdoing.

“I don’t think I could ever live in that country.”

“Hmmm… So, (Name) really didn’t say anything?” Paimon questioned, trailing behind the two.

“No, they always say something if they’re going anywhere but it’s been a week.”

Aether stopped in his tracks, an idea coming to him. “Commission.”

“I would like the others to help out. However, they’re not particularly fond of the commission.” He remembered having to tug you away, afraid that you’d start a fight with the General. It was funny reminiscing about it now but he was in panic at the time.

It was incredible in itself actually. You spend so much time with him but he barely knows where to start. “(Name)’s a great detective too. I’m sure if they got taken then they would’ve left something.”

“Excuse me?” Heizou uttered back to Aether.

Paimon backed away, sensing the unnerving tension.

The blonde sighed, “I’m not saying that (Name) left on their own. There might be clues that we’ve overlooked.”

He felt insulted. Both with the fact that he was distrusting you and his detective skills. Him? Miss a clue? He could never.

“Right! Maybe they just went fishing is all!” Paimon laughed awkwardly, trying to make a space between them.

Days passed but everything remained the same and Heizou laid down on his futon restless. He can still feel your hands pinning his wrists down. His partner went out of nowhere and all the Commission could do was put missing posters across the country. How would that help at all? He finally understood why you always felt annoyed. The detective’s frustration flowed through his veins.

All he had of you was that stupid hair tie.

It wasn’t blackmail. If it was, then he’d be contacted by now. What’s the use of his skills if he can’t even find you? What’s the use if you’re not there every time to praise him and remind him when he’s overworking himself?

He missed you.

His thoughts rendered back to the first time you worked together. You were like a dog who’s ready to bite off his head and he’s seen a taroumaru on the loose once without dinner.

“I’m Heizou, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.”

“I know.”

He introduced himself in hopes that he’d get a handshake in return but you didn’t even say your name at all. He had to find that out himself.

Well, he’s dealt with much ruder clients. He would be able to handle you.

“Can you stop that? It’s distracting.” You have been relentlessly tapping your shoe on the ground and staring at the board with no further progress on the investigation.

“You act like you’ve been doing anything.” You said, standing from your chair and looking directly in his eyes.

He scoffed. “And you have? I’ve done everything, from interviewing and getting our client’s alibi.”

“Yet, you can’t still solve it…” His patience continued to thin, you were supposed to be working together, not whatever this was?

“Someone’s said that I’m not easy to get along with but I’ve never thought anyone else could top that.”

You sighed, you wanted to get home as soon as possible. Not whatever this was, you just needed to finish your mission then you’d sail away and never come back.

“Why don’t you try looking at it another way, Mr. Detective?”

“Like what?–”

He stumbled off his chair, eyes widened full of surprise. He would’ve never seen this once coming at all.

A deep kiss from you as you held his chin.

Heizou was stunned, unable to find the right words to say next.

He didn’t need a mirror to see how red he was. “(N-Name)! I don’t see how this is helping!”

You threw him a folder to which he confusedly looked at. “I’ve read this one.”

“No, you haven’t. I got this one from the client’s twin.”

With scrunched up eyebrows, he read the file. He never knew that there was another person involved. Yet, here you were presenting evidence out of thin air.

“How?”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.”

He laughed at your answer. “That’s a weird way of phrasing it but alright.”

“Let’s catch this scum.”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.” He repeated to himself and looked once more at the hair tie you gave him.

He’d never seen this design before, nor the cloth it was made from. Running as quick as he can to his book shelf, he searched until he finally found it.

Snow. This tie.

It was as if the pieces were there but he had no way of putting it together.

Snezhnaya. The fatui.

Shit.

“Why are you involved with the fatui, (Name)?”

“(Name).”

“Sir Pierro.” You bowed your head from his sudden call. You’ve never actually spoken before with him as you worked under Signora.

He nodded, allowing you to raise your head. Your heartbeat beating fast as you await the rest of his words.

“It’s a shame of what happened. I know how close the two of you were.”

“Yes, she was like family.” You answered, still not knowing where this was about to go.

“That being said…”

“How would you like to be a candidate as a member of the Harbingers?”

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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Ghost of You | J. Miller (Chapter Four)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 4K

Warnings / Descriptions of grief and depression, a therapy session, some Ellie/Reader fluff but nothing else - let me know if I've missed anything!

Authors Note / You know when I said this would be slow burn? I really meant it. I really hope you guys aren't getting bored but I promise things are going to heat up from Chapter 5 onwards 👀 Thank you once again for all your love on this series - I say it every time but it's really close to my heart and to know you guys are enjoying it really does mean the world! If you like this then please considering reblogging, leaving comments or popping into my ask box with some love! I love y'all!

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You never thought you’d be the kind of person who needed a therapist. Even when your parents had passed in quick succession before the outbreak you’d managed to carry on with the distraction of normal life, processing your grief quickly, distracting yourself with finishing school and applying for college. Even now, when you thought back to them, it was with fond memories. Nowhere near the level of grief you had now after losing Mark.

Maybe it was the change in the world or the fact that Mark had been a part of your life longer than your parents had? You didn’t really know. Maria had suggested that trying to unpack your feelings with a therapist would be beneficial for you, someone neutral who could help you back to the person you’d been before he’d died. It had been six months since you first sat in this chair, the same feeling of anxiety you had then was apparent now, as Belinda poured you a glass of water and situated a box of tissues on the table, you took one, knowing you’d need it like you always did.

“So, how are you?” She asks, settling down in the chair opposite you with her notepad resting on her crossed knee.

“I’m okay.” You say simply.

This is a rehearsed response. You always say it. Because if you needed a therapist, were you ever okay?

Belinda nods like she always did, “I wanted to start today by revisiting what we spoke about last time,” Her voice is high and sweet and she’s at least twenty years older than you, “Remember we spoke about doing something to push yourself out of your comfort zone?” She asks, and you nod, “Did you do anything since our last session to work on that?”

You take a deep breath; how much should you tell her?

“I have, yeah.”

“That’s good,” She praises, a genuine smile on her mouth, “Can you tell me about it?”

“I went to The Tipsy Bison last week.” Is all you offer her.

“With Tommy and Maria?”

You nod, “And his brother and the little girl he’s got.”

She quirks her eyebrow a little, if you hadn’t been paying close attention to her face you would have missed it, “And would you say Tommy’s brother is a friend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, I guess so, he came around a few weeks ago and fixed my porch step and he’s helping to build the table and chairs that Mark was going to do before he got sick.”

“Do you talk to him about Mark?”

“We’ve spoken a little about him, he actually lost his own daughter on outbreak day, so I guess I feel like he understands what I’m going through.”

She nods, “Let’s go back a bit and talk about going to the bar,” She writes something down on her notepad, you never really know what it is she’s writing, “Was it as bad as you had expected?”

You look down at your hands, scrunched tissue in one hand as your nails pick at the skin of your cuticles, “I was nervous about going, and I think I stood outside the door waiting to go in for too long, my mind was thinking of what would happen, like I would open the door and everyone would stop and go silent and just look at me, but no-one really noticed, but when we sat down to have a drink, someone said something and it kinda ruined everything.”

“What did they say?” She pushes.

You sigh, “That I’d made a miraculous recovery all of a sudden.”

“And how did that make you feel?” Ah. The classic therapy question.

You take a moment to formulate your answer in your mind, “I was angry,” You reply, “But not at the person who said it, I was angry at myself because it was true.”

“But is it true?” Belinda pushes, “From my perspective, of course we’ve made steps since you first began coming to see me, but I don’t think either of us think you’re fully recovered, do we?”

You shake your head to agree with her, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that sure, what was said wasn’t really true, but it’s the things they didn’t say which made me think they are,” Belinda is looking at you to continue explaining, “In the back of my mind I thought, well of course I’m recovered if I’m sat in a bar with a smile on my face, and if I can do this then why can’t I go back to work? Why can’t I start contributing to the community again? That’s what I think they’re saying in their heads about me.”

“But you don’t know that do you?” She asks, “This is something I’ve noticed about you, that you project your own feelings onto other people, even though you have no idea what else they’re really thinking.”

You nod because she’s not wrong, of course she’s not, “How do I stop?” You almost beg her.

She shrugs a little, “You’ve got to stop caring about what other people think,” She says it like it’s the simplest thing to do, “Of course not the people who really matter to you, Maria, Tommy, his brother, their opinions matter, but those people who you see in passing, what they think doesn’t matter because they don’t really know you.”

She looks briefly to her watch, “We don’t have much time left, but I’m proud of you, and if you think you’re ready to go back to work then challenge yourself, maybe ask Maria for a couple of hours a week, just to ease yourself back in, and we can talk about it a bit more next week?” You nod in agreement, “And it’s good to hear you’re making new friends too, I think Tommy’s brother might be someone to keep around if it makes you comfortable, friend’s with shared experiences can be helpful in recovery.”

You nod in understanding and spend a few minutes agreeing on what day and time you’ll meet next week before she’s ushering you out of her office in time for her next patient. As you stand in front of her office, a thought spring to your mind. This is the first time you’ve left having not cried. The tissue is still dry in your hand, a small victory that you can hand yourself on your journey to healing.

Just ten minutes later you are stood outside Maria’s house, knocking on the door. You can hear shuffling behind the door before she pulls it open, a look of shock written on her face that it’s you.

“Is everything okay?” She asks.

“As fine as it normally is,” You respond, “I was just coming back from Belinda’s and I wanted to ask you something.”

“You want to come inside?” She asks, “I’ve just made coffee.”

You gladly accept and before long you’re both sat on the couch, sipping coffee, “I think I’d like to go back to work.” You say simply before you get the opportunity to chicken out.

She almost chokes on the coffee she’d just taken a drink of, “Are you sure?”

“Definitely not full time,” You’re quick to add, “I just want to start with a few hours and see if I’m okay.”

“Where’s this come from?” You let out a sigh, “I’m fed up Maria,” You speak honestly, “Fed up of people thinking I’m useless, fed up of spending every day in the same four walls,” And then you add, “And I’m fed up of thinking that Mark would hate what I’ve become over him.”

She pauses for a moment, “Let me speak to Kate and see if we can sort something out from next week,” She smiles, “I’m sure she’ll be grateful to have you back, she always complains that Charlotte still doesn’t understand the library system,” She puts on a poor imitation of Kate’s accent, “Jane Austen next to Philippa Gregory.”

You both laugh and you think it’s truly the first time you’ve properly laughed in what feels like forever. You spend a little more time with her, finishing your coffee before leaving her to it and as you walk down the street towards your own home, you can’t deny that you feel a little lighter than normal.

It’s Monday afternoon, one of two afternoon’s you’ve agreed to step back into the library to help. Kate had suggested it because it was the afternoon that the teacher’s brought the kids down to choose a book to take home. It would be busy enough to distract you and meant you wouldn’t spend your time sat thinking.

You’d already helped two classes this afternoon, the last class we’re due in a few minutes, so Kate and you were enjoying a moment to sit and recuperate over a cup of tea. Well. Tea was stretching it – it was Kate’s usual concoction of boiled water and water flavourings she could get her hands on. Today it was lemon slices and honey, but it was warm and soothing so you wouldn’t complain.

“I’m really happy to see you.” She speaks honestly, grasping at your arm to give it a squeeze, “I know this can’t have been easy, but I’ve hope we’ve not scared you off.”

You offer a small smile, “I’ve actually enjoyed it, I guess my therapist was right when she said finding distractions would be helpful.”

Kate is about to speak again when the library door swings open and the older children start filing in, their teacher doing his best to corral them into the middle of the room. It’s just as you remember, he tells them they’ve got fifteen minutes to browse and choose and book and once they have, they need to come to the front desk to check it out.

You notice Ellie is part of the group, she’s hanging back, shuffling from foot-to-foot, but once her teacher lets them go, she’s just as excited as everyone else, picking up books and reading the covers. She’s one of the first to bring her choice over to the desk. You smile as you take it from her.

“Artemis Fowl?” You grin, “Great choice, it’s really good.” You write her name in the checking-out book and then the title of the book, before writing the date three weeks from now that she needs to bring it back on the inside cover of the book.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” She comments, taking the book back from you.

“I’m only here for two afternoons, trying to ease myself back into things, but yeah, before everything happened with Mark, this was my full-time job.”

“I bet you’ve read everything here, right?”

“Not quite,” You smirk, “But pretty much, if you ever want to know what else is good to read, you know where to come.”

She smiles and says thank you and just before she turns to leave, “Say, you don’t think you could ask Joel to pop by sometime and finish up the table for me, could you?”

She smirks, “Only if I can come so you can teach me how to make pie?”

You hold out your hand and she takes it to shake, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

It isn’t until Sunday that Joel and Ellie turn up at your front door. Summer really is in full swing now and it’s warm. You’ve been padding about in the garden trying to clear up, tank top now slightly sticking to your back from the thin sheen of sweat you’ve worked up and you think it’s possible the skin on your legs will be burnt when you finish up for the day.

Joel heads straight for the back porch with his toolbox in hand, Ellie lingers at the kitchen table.

“Do you want coffee?” You ask, tilting your head around the open back door.

He shakes his head, “Water would be nice though.”

You head back to the kitchen and pour three glasses of water from the jug in your fridge, adding lemon slices to give it a little flavour. Joel thanks you when you had him the glass and you smile at him before heading back to the kitchen to focus on Ellie.

“Alright, you ready?” You ask and she nods with enthusiasm, “I tried to get apples at the market, but they were all out, so I’m afraid it’s cherries today.”

You bring out a bowl of cherries from the fridge and put them out the counter, “The first thing we need to do is wash them and take the stones out, it’s a bit fiddly but it’s fun, I promise.”

You rummage around in your cutlery drawer for the pair of chopsticks you know are hidden somewhere. You can almost imagine the family living in this house before the world went to shit, sitting at their table, eating Chinese food with them. God, what you wouldn’t give for fried rice right now. You had one of the sticks to Ellie once she’s washed her hands and rinsed the fruit.

“So, you take a cherry and pull the stem off,” You do it to show her, “And then you eat the first one to make sure the fruit is okay,” You smile as you pop the cherry into your mouth, watching as she does the same, “You think they’re good?”

She’s smiling at you, “They’re fucking great!”

You spit the stone into your palm and put your hand near her face for her to do the same before you discard the stones in the trash bin next to you, “Okay, now we know they’re good, what you need to do is take the smaller end of the chopstick, and can you see where you pulled the stem out from?” You point to the spot on her fruit, “You just push the end through it and hopefully….” You draw out as you push your stick into the cherry between your fingers, the stone pops out through the bottom, “That will happen!”

You watch as Ellie copies your movements, the stone popping out through the bottom of the cherry, “Does it matter that the fruit broke?” She asks, placing her destoned cherry in the bowl with your own.

“Not at all, we’ve got to break them to eat them, right?”

Joel is working studiously just outside the kitchen window and when you reach the last cherry in the bowl, you take it in hand, opening the window, “Hey Joel?” You call, he looks up from his work and you dangle the cherry out into the open space, he smiles as he takes it, popping it into his mouth before mirroring what you’d done, spitting the pip into his hand and slinging it over the side of your fence.

It strikes you in this moment that being with Joel and Ellie is effortless. Although they both know what happened and a little about how you’ve delt with it, they don’t seem to judge you, neither of them look at you with sorry written in their eyes, they don’t press you to talk about things you don’t want to and they both seem genuinely interested in what you have to say, or in Ellie’s case, teach them.

You take Ellie through the rest of the steps of preparing the fruit, drizzling them in a little honey in place of sugar, teaching her how to make the pastry, which involves more flour ending up on both of you that it does in the recipe. You let her pour the fruit into the pastry and decide which kind of top she wants on it. She’s a girl after your own heart and opts for lattice.

Once it’s in the oven baking, Ellie sits on your couch with her book whilst you tidy up. You refill her glass of water before heading out to do the same to Joel’s. He’s almost finished with the table, just a few more planks of wood to hammer into the top and he’ll be done.

“Thanks,” He says simply when you fill his glass, he takes it and drinks deeply, brushing his forehead for sweat, you stand with him for a while, “Ellie says she saw you at the library earlier this week, is that where you work?” He’s making polite conversation and you smile.

“I worked there before everything happened,” You explain, “I was speaking to my therapist a few weeks ago who said she thought it would be a positive step for me, so I’m just doing two afternoons a week to ease me back in,” You refill his glass when he’s finished with it, “Baby steps and all that.”

“S’good,” He nods, “You seem a bit happier today.”

“I think it’s more to do with her,” You speak honestly, motioning your head inside to where Ellie is, “She’s a great kid Joel.”

“She is,” He agrees, “I’m glad she’s finally gettin’ the chance to be a kid for a while.”

He’s finishing up with the last few bits of wood for the table, “You wanna stay for a slice of pie?” You ask, “It shouldn’t be long coming out of the oven.”

“If it’s anythin’ like the last one then I don’t think I can say no,” He smirks, “Let me finish up here and I’ll come in.”

“Oh no, stay out here, we need to make sure your handiwork is sturdy enough.” You give him a little wink just to play with him, before wondering whether that was too much. He doesn’t suggest it was, just beams his lovely smile at you.

You turn on your heel and head back into the kitchen. You kneel in front of the oven, and you can see through the door that the fruit is bubbling through the lattice top and the pastry itself is looking lovely and golden.

“Hey, Ellie, you wanna take your pie out of the oven?” You ask, she’s folding the corner of the page she’s reading and is by your side in record time.

You hand her the oven gloves, another souvenir from whoever lived here before, it’s white, or would have been before they’d been used to death and had a pretty floral pattern on it. Not what you’d have chosen if you’d been filling your new home, but you always tried to remind yourself that beggars couldn’t be choosers in this world.

“Careful when you open the door, it’ll be really hot.” Ellie shoots you a playful look that tells you she isn’t that dumb.

She pulls open the door and steps back to let the steam flow out before she’s wrapping the oven gloves around the pie and putting on the stove top to cool, “As the expert,” You speak, “I have to say that looks and smells fantastic.”

You peer out of the window; Joel is just shutting his toolbox and you watch him takes his hands a brush the tabletop of any dust and debris left over from him building it. He then takes the chairs he’d made and sets them around the table. You turn your head when he starts moving to come inside.

“Kiddo, that looks great,” He praises Ellie, looking over her shoulder at her creation, “Let me wash my hands and we can dig in.”

You busy yourself with grabbing some plates and forks, handing them to Ellie to take outside, whilst you take the oven gloves and take the pie outside, setting it down on the table. You stand back and look at what Joel’s made. In the old world, this would have cost you a pretty penny and you can’t help but realise how talented he is. There’s nothing to suggest that you hadn’t been down to the best furniture store and paid thousands of dollars for it.

“I brought a knife.” Comes Joel’s voice from behind you, he’s brandishing your biggest kitchen knife and you think that in any other circumstance you’d be threatened by him, but there’s something about the goofy grin on his face that you know means that he would never hurt you.

He gives the knife to Ellie and sits down in one of the chairs, you follow suit, taking time to warn her to be careful if she needs to touch the pie tin because it’s likely to still be hot. You catch Joel smiling at you and you know it’s because he’s her dad – whether by blood or not, you can tell that he cares deeply for her and he’s thankful, in some small way that you are too.

Ellie cuts into the pie and struggles to get it out of the tin, the pastry below breaks and the fruit spills onto the plate that she only just manages to catch the slice on.

“I’ll take that one,” You smile, holding out your hand for the plate, “Got to break it to eat it, right?” You echo your words from inside the kitchen earlier on.

Once everyone has a slice on their plate and has left it to cool for long enough, you’re all digging in and you have to admit it’s just as good as the one you made yourself.

“Maybe I should sign you up for kitchen duty,” Joel jokes as he spears another bite with his fork, “You can start earning your keep, kiddo.”

Ellie looks disgusted at the very notion of being put to work and you all laugh together. It’s in this moment that you think to Mark. Would this have been your life if you’d been blessed with children? When you’d arrived in Jackson it had been a serious conversation. You were safe. People had been having children for months. They had a real midwife for God’s sake. The lack of children hadn’t been through lack of trying either. You remember lazy Sunday mornings wrapped up in bed together, hands raking over naked bodies, moans and praises spilled from mouths. You’d just never been blessed. You’d never talked about who might have been the problem, it didn’t matter anyway, if it couldn’t be with Mark then it wasn’t meant to be.

And perhaps now you’re thankful. If Mark had still died, there would have been someone else to care for during your grief. A constant reminder, in the flesh, of who he was, who he’d been. You hated to think of not being able to look at your own child because they reminded you too much of your dead husband. No. Better to be alone in your grief than add that kind of complication.

Once the slices were finished on everyone’s plate and you’d packaged two extra slices for Joel and Ellie to take home, you’re standing on your porch. Ellie is already making her way down the street, but Joel is hanging back.

“I really don’t know how to say thank you,” You admit, “You’ve been a real lifeline since you came here so just… thank you.”

He smiles at you, secretly wishing he could reach his hands out to touch you. He can’t remember the last time he genuinely wanted to touch someone like he wanted to touch you. He didn’t even think he had that with Tess. Sure, she’d been a comfort and he cared for her, but it had never been love. Just a means to an end, a way to ease each other’s pain for a moment. Then he caught himself. This wasn’t love either. Sure, you’d spent time together and all he really wanted to in any moment he saw you was kiss away the furrow of your brow, but he couldn’t love you. Not yet.

“I just like helpin’ out,” He offers, quickly looking down the street to find Ellie talking to someone from school, “I like knowing it makes things easier for you, that’s all the thanks I need.”

“Well, consider Ellie and you guests of honor when I can finally host that dinner on your handiwork.”

He winks at you, and you think you can feel a slight flush across your cheeks, but you think if it is appearing across your skin, you can pass it off as the hear, “Consider it done, sweet pea, I’ll see you around.”

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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What A Lovely Coincidence || Sasuke Uchiha x reader

A/n : Totally forgot about this wip I finished a while ago. I retook it and I think it's perfect lmao. I hope y'all will like it 🎁 I've gt the idea while walking in the street on my way to the bakery to buy a baguette 🥖 if you wanna know 😂

Warnings : Fluff, heavy make out session

Summary : As you return from your mission, you realize that someone is following you. Little do you know that your boyfriend had missed you quite a lot. But it's Sasuke y'all don't expect much from him… unless… 👀

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Words count : 1485

You leapt from branch to branch across the forest at breakneck speed, splitting the distance to Konohagakure with each passing second. You'd just finished a mission that had lasted about a week, and you were slowly making your way back home.

You were looking forward to seeing everyone again, as well as your boyfriend Sasuke, who had left a few days before your departure and should have returned about 2 days ago.

As you moved forward, however, you felt chakra about 10 meters from you, but your speed made it impossible to determine its source. You felt the source getting closer, so you decided to accelerate so you could hide in case someone tried to ambush you.

Once you're safely tucked away in your hiding place, you wait patiently, imagining that the source would go away, but despite your precautions you felt it getting closer. So you draw the kunai from your boot and held it tight in your hand in anticipation of what's about to happen.

The chakra you felt was familiar, but no matter how much you racked your brains, you couldn't answer why this person you knew outwardly wouldn't have come straight to you and been playing hide-and-seek in the trees.

You had to admit that this person wasn't making any noise, but you could still hear them behind you. In a split second you stood up, kunai still in your hand. Out of habit, you brandished it at the other person's throat, grabbing their arm. The other person, however, had managed to dodge your blow and grab the arm of the hand that held in a split second.

It's when you refocused on the situation that you realized your mistake. At the time, you felt foolish not to have recognized your boyfriend's chakra. You wasted no time in putting the kunai back into the holster on your boot before taking him in an embrace.

It's only a matter of a quarter of a second before he's back in the habit of wrapping his arms around you, patting you gently on the back. When you pulled away, you saw his gaze sweep over your body, searching for any wound.

"Hi, handsome, do you often hang around here ?" you said playfully.

Pink started to creep up his cheeks as he turned his head to the side. You had a gift for breaking his facade, that was undeniable. Nevertheless, he managed to respond to your greeting.

His gaze was so intense you could tell he was dying to tell you all sorts of things. So you try to make conversation as you started walking towards Konohagakure, this time on the hard floor.

"I'm surprised to see you here. Wasn't your mission over a while ago ? How long have you been back in Konohagakure ?"

"I'm not back yet" he replied in a calm tone, looking straight ahead.

"What do you mean ? Did your mission last longer than expected ? Nothing too bad I hope" you turned to him, inspecting him briefly as he had done to you, but with his cloak on him was difficult to see anything.

"No, don't worry, everything went fine" he replied, as calm as ever.

But your curiosity was still piqued "But then what are you doing here ? Don't get me wrong it pleases me a lot that you're the first person I see on my return but I don't understand"

He tried to remain calm and composed but couldn't stop the 2nd wave of red rising in his cheeks. He tried to speak. To tell you that yes, he'd come home more slowly than planned, so that you'd pass each other on the way home. So he could spend time with you. Without Naruto and Neji, your respective best friends.

And without having to "make a fool" of himself inviting you to a date, as he thinks he does. He's lucky it's you, because he's right, it borders on the ridiculous. For example, the last time he came out of a training session and asked you "Do you want to experience something different ?" yes, that was his way of asking you to go on a date with him. Good thing you have the built-in Sasuke-translator.

You snapped him out of his thoughts by taking his hand. His head snapped immediately towards you and from there you could observe his rose-tinted cheeks.

"You know you can tell me if the mission went poorly" you said, your gaze softening.

Damn it, he wanted everything except for you to start worrying about him. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Everything went fine, don't worry. I... I just wanted to get in more slowly to... coincide with our arrivals...." he said his gaze fixing on a tree behind you.

On your side your brain was firing like a Turing machine ( a computer ), we could almost see the cog of the load in your eyes. And then suddenly they sparkled as a smirk appeared on your lips "Ooooh I see then" you said before standing on tiptoe to catch his gaze "And are you satisfied that we've coincided ?"

"The weather's been pretty good so-" you didn't give him time to finish his evasive answer and grabbed his shoulders before lowering him to your level and kissing him. His arms froze at his sides and his eyes widened. But as you pulled back, his hands shot to your waist and he pulled you firmly against him. His lips pressed fiercely against yours, causing you to pull your head back slightly. This way he could express all the longing and love he had for you without making a fool of himself with his evasive, enigmatic wording.

As you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, you felt his hands on your hips tighten. He delicately opened his mouth and swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediately gave in to. You spent a moment like this, your tongues caressing each other in a gentle battle of dominance.

Finally when you parted his eyes were wide at his own actions. A few moments before, he'd never have thought of doing that - not that it was an unfamiliar thing for you both, but for someone as far-sighted as he was, he'd never seen it coming. You always found a way to keep him on his toes after all.

As he held your body tightly against his, you asked again, "And now, are you happy to have coincided with me ?"

"Yes very much so" he said now completely flushed, his face nestled against your neck.

"Then it's perfect !" you said cheerfully. Then he pulled away, immediately looking the other way as his hand took yours in a firm grip that evoked both his love for you and his devotion.

As you made your way back to the village, you spoke again "If you like, later we could coincide at Ichiraku's and then go to my place to watch a movie"

You felt his hand squeeze yours tighter, a little chuckle passing from his lips at the way you'd just proposed a date. He had the impression of hearing himself... except he could never have finished the sentence that way "That would be very pleasant" he replied, trying to suppress the hint of entousiam and excitement in his voice.

As Konohagakure entered your line of sight, you couldn't help the flutter in your heart at the thought of your evening tonight. The quiet meal that awaited you, where you could talk about your respective missions. The undoubtedly short walk in the night that Sasuke would ask for as per usual. And how he'd make room for you under his cloak, pulling you in by the shoulder and pushing you flush against him to discuss more personal matters, knowing he was protected by the veil of night. And then finally the warmth of his body behind yours as you watched the movie. His hand holding yours while his arm is wrapped protectively around your waist, and his legs are entangled with yours.

It's one of those intimate moments when he feels safe and allows himself to be vulnerable. Where he'd allow himself to place little kisses on your neck while his cold feet sought warmth against yours.

Sasuke, too, was extremely eager to get back into a more intimate setting with you so he could catch up and just show you the love he has for you in complete freedom. You heard him take a slight breath before whispering "I can't wait"

You smiled from ear to ear as you turned your head towards his "Me too, Sasuke. Me too" you said, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. A small smile appeared on his face as your eyes met again. This evening was sure to be eagerly awaited and thoroughly enjoyed.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍣🍜 Again my requests are open 🍯🍮

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Hi hi! Miss Softheartedlady 😆🤗

LOL all of these Trysten/Trista asks makes me sad for my MC

Karma will find its way to Trysten/Trista and Yesenia 😈 I can feel it 👀🤭

Btw, can we have a small theater where we burn these two in our minds, I would love to see that even tho it's only an imagination 😂😈🔥

You mentioned that we can't kill Yesenia then is it possible for Cadmus/Atticus to kill her well... since they're ancient and powerful? 👀 jk but "what if" do you think it's possible? (without the protagonist's halo)

I would love to try all the ROs routes but I can't find myself trying Trysten/Trista route. it's just... I can't handle their personality and how they treat MC and the angst my God 😂🏃‍♀️ tho I love the angst when it comes to Cadmus 🤭 I don't think I can handle these tortures... For me, Trysten/Trista is an example of a big walking red flag 🏃‍♀️🥲🚩🚩🚩🚨

Hi. ☺.

Oh Yes! Karma will be fucking Trysten/Trista a hundred ways into next week!

When Yesenia finds out that the MC is currently seeing someone else, she's going to try to work her charm on the RO the MC is dating. When Yesenia met Atticus for the first time, a few years ago she felt as if a powerful man like that should belong to her. He should kneel at her feet and do her every bidding! Yesenia has tried to enter Atticus mind once, just so that she could rewrite a few of his memories. When Yesenia entered his sea of consciousness, what she saw terrified her to the core. In the dark, a pair of [REDACTED] looked at her. "Next time we'll kill you if you ever attempt to do something like this." An ominous maniacal voice said, from out of the darkness. Yesenia went mad for one day, tormented by images of carnivorous creatures feasting on her body. What she saw that day, nobody knows but ever since then, she keeps herself far far away from Atticus.

Cadmus and Atticus don't even need to raise their hand to deal with such a small fish. Just one command, is all they need. "Die." And Yesenia will be plummeting to her death. So yes and yes it is possible. 👀👀

I love me some Cadmus angst too. He shouted at the MC in chapter1. My heart felt very uncomfortable! I felt myself shed a small drop of tears. I couldn't help wondering why he was so mean to them. Depending on the choices readers choose, it will either raise these stats Romance. Friendship. Resentment. 👀👀.

Tell me about it! I've had someone ask me over and over again why I made them an RO?! I don't like this character one bit. 🙄. ME neither, when I was thinking about this character, I told myself not every RO should have a happy ending. A new soul entered the body, with that being said if a reader decides to go after the life the OH lived in the past, let them experience exactly what the OH experienced in their past life. Because being with Trysten/Trista is an act of betrayal! But still, I am recommending this route, cause I am going all out. Soon there'll be little anons sending in ask in my box, with tears, snot, and blood dripping down their little faces. 🤣😂. I'll probably be on their hate list soon. But I am owning it! *struts around like a peacock.*

Little threatre:

Yesenia: Who?

Trysten/Trista: *trying to free hand* You're quite bold! Whomever you are, let us go and we'll keep our mouths shut about what happened here.

MC: ...... *walks out of the darkness*

Trysten/Trista: MC let us go.

MC: *snorted a laugh* tusk. Tusk. Tusk. Your royal highness, this is what my mother felt like when your royal family cornered her, making her feel as if she had no choice. *aggressively squeeze Trysten/Trista's cheek* did you have fun? Did you have fun sucking the life out of her?

Trysten/Trista: *grits teeth*

MC: I want you and your white lotus to feel what my mother felt in her last moments.

Yesenia: *tensed* wh-what do you mean.

MC: *removes a glowing purple flame from pocket* I got this from an old man, I saved a few months back. He said that this flame is very dangerous, before humans were bestowed the powers of the gods, this was used to torture them. I heard that it's twice as harsh when used on a Phasron. So I kept it, just in case it might come in handy one day.

Trysten/Trista: y-you put that down.

MC: the old man said, first it burns the bones in one's body to ash, then the internal organ, slowly it will melt the skin off their body. 🤔 not sure if he was telling the truth, so let's try it first on Yesenia, and you and I will watch it together. *heart eyes*.

Yesenia: *cries pitifully* your royal highness save me!

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Alright thank you for the ask and have a wonderful day! Sorry, it took me a bit of time to answer... 👀👀

#Atticus #Cadmus #romance routes #ask #Little threatre

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debbiechanclub · 2 years

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"Homesick for Christmas," Part 2

A prequel one-shot to “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans.” Find the entire series here.

Pairing: Jay White x OFC (Nellie Keegan) Warnings: Mentions of alcohol Word Count: 3.5k

Synopsis: Nellie is stuck in Tokyo for Christmas… but, thanks to Jay, she’s far from lonely.

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A/n: Here I am posting a fic late AF on January 1 that was supposed to be posted on Christmas Eve as part of the 12 Days Challenge 🤡 I'm super annoyed with myself that this is so late, but anyway. Yes, it is Christmas-themed; but for those of you who read TMHWMP, it leads right into the start of the main fic... and the ending might take on a different tone when you think about what happened at Wrestle Kingdom 15 👀

Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy and please give me notes I need validation.

Friday, December 25, 2020 Tokyo, Japan

It wasn’t often that Nellie was up before the sun—she was not a morning person. But a confluence of circumstances had led to her having to drag herself out of bed at 6:20 that morning—Christmas morning—to get on a Zoom call with her family back in Pennsylvania for the holiday. It was still Christmas Eve for them—Tokyo was fourteen hours ahead—and so Nellie’s sister had sipped on spiked eggnog while she’d nursed an extra strong cup of coffee. But as much as she missed and enjoyed the face time with them, now that the presents had all been opened and her parents had signed off to attend a prior engagement, Nellie just wanted to go back to sleep.

Her sister, however, still wanted to chat.

“So… I’ve been biting my tongue but now that mom and dad are gone. Are you still dating that hot Kiwi with the rat beard?”

“Jesus, Jess,” Nellie breathed as she maneuvered to sit sideways on her couch, her computer on her lap. Her sister Jessie was younger than her, but only by a year-and-a-half; and while they’d fought growing up just as much as any other pair of sisters, they’d always been close—even if pro wrestling had never been Jessie’s “thing.” “His name is Jay, and yes, we’re still dating.”

“Just dating, or…?” she pried.

Nellie laughed wryly to herself. “You sound like Torrance.”

“Well! I want to know!” she proclaimed. “At least ‘dating’ is a step up from whatever you had going with what’s-his-face.”

“Riley,” Nellie muttered. But her sister didn’t hear her.

“But still—if it gets to a point where you want to commit and he doesn’t, don’t wait around, Nell. You deserve better than that.”

Nellie picked up her coffee mug. “Well… I don’t think I have to worry about that with Jay.” She smirked over the rim at the laptop screen as she took a sip. Her sister’s face looked just as she’d expected it would.

“And? Elaborate, please.”

“And…” she went on. “We went on a date last night, and I don’t know… it just felt different. It might’ve been the most romantic night I’ve ever had with anyone.”

Jessie arched a skeptical brow. “More romantic than any of those nights you had with Zack at that beach resort in Guadalajara?”

Nellie paused; she’d pulled that out of nowhere. “Okay, why do you remember that? That was three years ago.”

“I remember because I was super jealous!” she proclaimed with a laugh. “I’m still waiting on Ben to surprise me with an exotic beach trip for my birthday.”

Nellie rolled her eyes in amusement. “Well, that trip was part business, so. And plus, that’s like comparing apples and oranges. Maybe Jay didn’t surprise me with a stay at a Mexican beach resort, but he got us a private table at my favorite steakhouse in Tokyo. Oh! And he gave me a little snow globe with the Philly LOVE statue inside because he knows how homesick I’ve been the last few weeks.” She smiled to herself. “It probably didn’t cost him more than twelve bucks, but… it was so sweet, Jess.”

She started to take another drink of coffee—but she stopped when she saw the grin on her sister’s face. “What?”

“He’s still there, isn’t he?”

Nellie’s face burned. She tried to hide it with her coffee mug, but her expression gave her away.

“He absolutely is!” Jessie exclaimed. “I thought you looked a little too happy for six-thirty in the morning.”

Nellie nearly choked. “Oh my God. We didn’t fuck right before I got on a Zoom call with my family for Christmas, if that’s what you’re implying,” she returned—just as Jay emerged from her bedroom and into the frame behind her. And he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

“Well, hey there,” Jessie smirked.

“Oh!” Jay quickly covered himself and ducked down next to the couch. Meanwhile, Nellie’s entire face had gone red. “Hi, um—”

“Jessie,” Nellie rescued him. “This is my sister, Jessie. Jess, this is Jay.”

“Nice to meet you, Jessie,” Jay returned. He was trying to play it cool, but Nellie could tell how caught off-guard he was to be suddenly and unexpectedly meeting her sister—and in his underwear, no less. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you two were still talking.”

“No, please; don’t apologize,” Jessie assured with a grin. She was clearly enjoying this. “It’s very nice to meet you, too.”

Nellie bit back an embarrassed grin and gave Jay an apologetic look. At least her parents had already gone; she would not have wanted that to be their first introduction.

“Well, um, I didn’t mean to intrude… I was actually just going to make some coffee, so…” he trailed off, obviously trying to make a tactful escape.

“Yeah, of course,” Jessie nodded. “Don’t let me stop you.”

He gave her a tight, awkward smile. “Did you want some, Nell?”

“Oh, no. I’m good,” Nellie returned.

Another awkward pause. “Well, it was nice meeting you again,” he said to Jessie. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” she echoed, and Nellie felt Jay affectionately scratch the back of her head before he stood and moved toward the kitchen. Jessie’s gaze followed him as he went. At least she had the tact to wait until he was out of ear shot before she said what Nellie knew she was thinking.

“Oh my GOD, Nell. If you didn’t fuck him this morning, I’m judging you.”

“Jess! Oh my God,” Nellie breathed; but she couldn’t stop from laughing at the entire situation. “I’m so glad mom and dad already left.”

“You would’ve died,” she laughed. “And as much as I’m dying to know more about this little situation, I’ll let you off the hook for now. Ben’s almost here and we’re gonna order Chinese and watch Die Hard.”

“How romantic,” Nellie smirked. Jessie rolled her eyes.

“You enjoy having ‘coffee’ with your new man,” she said, wiggling her fingers to make air quotes. “Merry Christmas, Nell. Hopefully next year you’ll be here.”

“I hope so. Merry Christmas, Jess,” she said, and they waved goodbye and ended the call.

Nellie’s face was still flushed as she closed her laptop and went into the kitchen. Jay stood at the counter, waiting on his coffee to finish brewing. She gave him a sympathetic pout.

“I am so sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head with a laugh. “It’s my fault for walking out there half-awake. I’m just glad your parents weren’t there, too. I’d want to make a better first impression than randomly walking out of your bedroom half-naked.”

Nellie grinned as she slid her arms around his waist. “Well, you seem to have made a good impression on my sister.”

Jay just laughed and pressed his lips to hers. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” she returned with another kiss. “What’re you doing up? I was gonna come back to bed.”

He sighed. “Well, I need to go call my family, too, and then I have some errands to run before Ishimori and Torrance’s party tonight. I figure it’d be better to just get them out of the way.”

Her brow furrowed in question. “Errands on Christmas?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he returned as he reached for his coffee. It was a suspicious answer, but she let it go.

“Well, do you want to take a shower before you go? I know you only have your clothes from last night, but…”

“I know. Maybe I should start leaving some stuff over here.”

“Maybe,” she returned with a grin. He mirrored it.

“But yeah, I was planning on it.” He sent her a look over the coffee mug as he raised it to his lips. “Are you gonna join me?”

She pulled away from him and started to leave the kitchen. “If you want,” she said with a coy look over her shoulder.

“It would help wake me up,” he reasoned, and she just smirked and disappeared around the corner.

* * * * * * * * * *

As stimulating as the shower had been, afterward Nellie had crawled back into bed and fallen into a blissful sleep for the next two hours. She woke a little after 10 a.m. to find a text from Torrance asking if she wanted to go for mani-pedis at their favorite nail salon and spa and grab lunch afterward. Taiji wants me out of the apartment until the party tonight… he’s up to something, she added. When she read that, Nellie immediately thought of the “errands” Jay said he had to run.

They’re BOTH up to something, she texted back.

So, they made plans for Torrance to come to her apartment with everything she needed to get ready for that night, and then headed out to the nail spa. It had taken the entirety of their seaweed scrubs for Nellie to finish downloading her on everything that had happened with Jay, from the time he’d picked her up last night to when he’d accidentally interrupted her Zoom call with her sister that morning, until they finally arrived at the topic at hand: what, exactly, he and Ishimori had up their sleeves for the Christmas party that night.

“He said he had errands to run?” Torrance asked as they sat side-by-side in the row of cushy pedicure message chairs at the back of the salon.

“Yeah,” Nellie said. “And then when I asked him about it, he was all, ‘don’t worry about it,’” she said, dropping her voice to mimic his tone. It was all the confirmation Torrance needed.

“They’re totally up to something.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Torrance took a thoughtful sip of her matcha tea. “All I can think is that Taiji’s been asking me a lot about Pittsburgh lately… like what I miss most about it. The other day he even asked me what my favorite pierogi fillings are.”

“Seriously?” Nellie shot; that was peculiar. “And Jay got me that snow globe… but I don’t really feel like he’s done any digging about back home.”

“Well, he’s probably a lot more familiar with Philly than Taiji is with Pittsburgh,” Torrance pointed out.

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. “Fair point.”

“Maybe they’re planning some sort of surprise at the party because they know how homesick we’ve been?” Torrance wondered.

Nellie pursed her lips; that would make sense. But before she could say as much, her phone chimed with a text.

“Is that Jay?” Torrance immediately asked.

Nellie picked up her phone—and her heart picked up a beat. No, it wasn’t Jay. It was Riley.

Merry Christmas, Nellie! Less than two weeks until I make my big return to Japan, FINALLY.

Her mouth went dry. He didn’t need to tell her that; it had been in the back of her brain for the last two weeks, from the moment she’d learned that he’d won his second back-to-back Super-J Cup and challenged Hiromu Takahashi to a match at Wrestle Kingdom 15. Three months ago, she would have been counting down the days until she got to see Riley again, touch him, kiss him, taste him.

But that had been before Jay.

“Is everything alright?” Torrance asked.

Nellie didn’t answer; she just showed her the screen. Torrance’s brow furrowed as she read the text—but she waved it off.

“Don’t overthink it. He knows you’ve been seeing Jay.”

Nellie pressed the button to restart the message on her chair. “That doesn’t make it better.”

“Well, it’s his loss,” she bluntly returned. “I know the pandemic screwed things up for you two right when it seemed like Riley was finally ready to take the next step, but… even stuck in Canada, he still could have done something about it instead of just leaving you in limbo. And as emotionally incompetent as he can be, I’m willing to bet he knows that.”

Again, Nellie didn’t respond. She didn’t doubt that Riley knew that, either. But it didn’t do much to lessen her anxieties about seeing him again.

“It’ll be fine, Nell,” Torrance gently added, as if she knew exactly what she was thinking. “Just focus on the present—that’s what you always tell me when I start to freak out about me and Taiji.”

Nellie gave a wry laugh; she wasn’t wrong. “Jeez, just throw my own advice in my face.”

Torrance smirked. “Well, they don’t call me Tough Love Torrance for nothing.”

“I’ve literally never heard anyone call you that,” she returned.

She shrugged a shoulder. “You gotta start somewhere.”

* * * * * * * * *

The rest of the day seemed to drag on until the party. They watched Christmas movies to wile away the hours and sipped on wine as they got ready in ugly Christmas sweaters made cute with the right styling and hair and makeup, until Ishimori finally texted Torrance that she could come back to their apartment. Jay texted Nellie, too—he’d meet her there. It was earlier than when Torrance had told everyone else to arrive at the party.

Now, the walk felt longer than usual from the elevator to Torrance and Ishimori’s apartment door. Nellie’s hands were clammy. She didn’t know what Jay had planned… and yet, somehow, she did. That shift she’d felt in their relationship last night… it was about to become real. Official.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke,” Torrance suddenly said.

“What?” Nellie shot her a look. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous for some reason.” She didn’t say anything more, just dug through her purse to retrieve her key and stuck it in the lock. She turned it open, and cautiously poked her head inside as she slowly pushed open the door. “We’re here,” she announced.

The lights in the apartment were dim, and the Christmas tree in the corner that Torrance had undoubtedly insisted on putting up twinkled with colored lights and glittery baubles. Nellie’s eyes met Jay’s as he stood from the couch. She smiled.

“Drinking already?” she said with a nod at the glass in his hand.

“Well yeah; it’s a party,” he returned. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and gave her a kiss, short and sweet, but full of feeling. It made her stomach flutter. “I’ve never seen an ugly Christmas sweater look so good.”

Nellie bit her lip as he looked her over in the oversized vintage Christmas cardigan she’d found online. “Well, it’s all in how you wear it.”

“Apparently,” he said.

“So, are you two gonna tell us what’s going on?” Torrance interjected with a glance between Jay and Ishimori. “We know you’re up to something.”

There was a palpable pause as Jay looked at Ishimori. “Should we just show them or make them sweat a little longer?”

Ishimori bobbled his head in thought, a grin on his face. “I guess we can just go ahead and show them, mostly because I’m getting hungry.”

“Fair enough,” Jay agreed. He held out his hand to Nellie with a nudge of his head. “Come to the kitchen.”

She gave him an intrigued look and slipped her hand into his. He grasped her fingers and lead her to the kitchen; and when they rounded the corner, she brought her other hand to her mouth in surprise.

“Are those pierogies?!” Torrance exclaimed.

They were pierogies, along with a whole spread of other edible items famous to Pennsylvania. Snyder’s pretzels, an array of Tastykake sweets and Hershey’s chocolates, even a pack of Yuengling. Nellie thought back to the snow globe again. It was a small gesture, but the thought behind it felt as big as the sky.

Torrance couldn’t help herself; she grabbed a pierogi and took a bite. A noise of satisfaction escaped her throat. “Potato—my favorite. Did you make these?”

“God, no,” Jay laughed.

“I found a place where I could put in a custom order,” Ishimori said. “I mean, they’re basically dumplings. Is it good?”

Torrance nodded as she took another bite. “Mhm. It almost tastes like home.”

Nellie, however, nodded curiously at a dish next to the pierogis. “Egg rolls…?” she asked with a glance at Jay.

“Okay,” he jumped to explain. “They’re cheesesteak eggrolls. I know how much you love cheesesteak, but I didn’t want to just… go buy you a sandwich, so I went to the same place Ishimori went for the pierogies and had them make those. I know it’s not the same, but—”

Nellie cut him off with a kiss. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

The corners of Jay’s eyes crinkled with his smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded; and the way he looked at her, so warm and earnest… it all but proved her gut feeling right.

“Come with me for a minute.”

He took her hand again, and their fingers intertwined as he pulled her out of the kitchen and into the apartment’s spare bedroom. It was dark until he switched on a lamp that bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. He pulled her close again; she wondered if he could feel the thrumming of her heart.

“So, this is gonna sound weird…” he started. “But I don’t think you remember the first time we actually met.”

Nellie bit her lip again. “Actually… I do,” she revealed. It visibly surprised him.

“You do?”

She nodded. “Yeah. But I didn’t before this summer.” He gave her another quizzical look, so she explained. “I was looking through old photos on my Instagram and you were in the background of a picture I’d posted with Zack and a few other people backstage at an NJPW show in L.A.”

“The 2017 G1 Special in USA,” he said.

“Yeah.” She laughed to herself. “Most of your face was out of frame… but it was definitely you. I could tell by the hair and vest.”

He laughed, loud and singular. “Oh yeah, the vest I stole from Alex Shelley.”

“That’s the one,” she confirmed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Nellie shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you remembered, and the longer I went without saying anything the more I figured I just… shouldn’t.”

She fidgeted in his arms and looked away, suddenly sheepish. Truthfully, Riley was a big part of the reason she’d never said anything. It seemed so stupid now, looking back.

“I remembered from the second Torrance introduced us a year-and-a-half ago.”

She looked back up at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I never forgot you, because when we met at that G1 Special, even though it was only in passing… I just had this feeling that I wanted to get to know you. But you were with ZSJ, and I was barely more than a Young Lion, so I didn’t want to step out of line.”

She gave him a knowing smirk. “So, are you saying that if you had been the Jay White, NJPW Triple Crown Champion and leader of Bullet Club that you are today, you would have stepped out of line?”

“Probably, yeah,” he flatly admitted. It made her face flush hot. “But the point I’m trying to make is that when you showed up at that bar a year-and-a-half ago and Torrance introduced you as her new friend from Stardom, it felt like a second chance to get to know you.” He paused, a ghost of a wry smirk on his lips. “And then… I found out you were with ELP.”

Nellie breathed out, deflated. “I wasn’t with ELP.”

“Nell,” Jay returned. “Maybe there wasn’t a label on it, but you were with him.”

She fidgeted again under his discerning gaze. There wasn’t anything she could say to defend herself—he was right. She and Riley had never claimed to be in an exclusive relationship over the two years they’d been involved… but emotionally, even physically, she’d been his. There was no denying that.

“So,” Jay reached up and gently brushed her hair away from her face with his fingertips, and she looked back up at him. “When I got a third chance back in September, I didn’t want to take it for granted. And I found out that you were more than worth the wait to get to know… and call you mine.”

Butterflies exploded in Nellie’s stomach, in her soul. Her smile stretched so wide it made her cheeks hurt. “Oh, really?”

He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Yeah. If that’s something you want.”

Nellie didn’t answer—at least, not with words. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, full and deep. And in that moment, it didn’t matter what the new year or Wrestle Kingdom would bring, because there was only one person she wanted to give her all, her everything to… and he’d been right in front of her all along.

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SDNKJSD thank u! editing went extremely well and it's all done now! i think you will like it a lot :))))) or at least i hope u will! i queued it for december 24th at 11pm my time, which is EST (answering a question u asked later in the ask). you're 13 hours ahead of me rip lmao so that's noon on christmas for you. i figured that'll be a time where you're up but im also up bc im usually up decently late. glad u took naps! tis important or your health :') ehehe and thank u! i rly obviously enjoy horror fics. and actually, the evil pirates one is one of my favs. and you'll get to see it all on my masterlist when i am revealed 👀👀👀👀👀👀 there are a few fluffy fics but my Thing is definitely darker stuff PFFFF yeah i kinda messed him up </3 luckily it's a three part series in the plotline where i stole his vocal cords but he'll probably get them back. probably. oops. im a little evil to him but he's my absolute ult fav <3 i havent met ateez yet, so yeah, if i went to the concert that would be the first time! i'd let jongho know he's the Coolest for the entire concert, i'd be fully prepared to yell his name the entire time. he deserves it and yes, im in America :) EST and i've indeed made it home! ive been home since monday and it's saturday now so not even a week. i kinda miss it haha, i like having my independence and it sorta feels like high school again. but oh well, it's still nice to see the family and yes, i love swimming :) but i work at an indoor pool, i dont actually live near any beaches haha. beach guards have a lot more training and i dont know if i could ever get to their level haha. and as for knitting i am good at hats and scarves! i dont know how to make anything else so those are the two things i make. im almost done w my first scarf, very excited :) there was a period of time a few years ago where i'd Only make hats, so everyone in the family got a hat lmaooooo yes, i agree! i also generally just dont like longer hair like that. this might be a super controversial opinion but i dont like mullets 😳 there;s one (1) exception and it's hongjoong's (ateez) mullet right now, he looks like such a cool lead rock band singer! but basically all other cases im kinda like ://// eh. i think it's bc it's short in the front and then long in the back which i guess is what a mullet is, it's just not my favorite hair. tho ofc it's just hair, it grows back, it changes, whatever :) do u like them? i actually also enjoyed chan's cheeto hair lol. it's not my fav hair on him but i like shorter hair on idols so it was nice to see him like that. i think for fav looks tho, i love literally every style changbin has ever done. i definitely lean towards edgier looks lol me ulting the most Sensible and Proper Main Vocal so Changbin in district 9 was perfect for me - 🎅

ey sounds good! ...yeah i think i'll be up by noon already or maybe a bit after but AHH okay i'll be sure to read it ASAP so you can see me reblog it with a crapload of tags in real time. glad to know we're both part of the vampire club tho LOL - we can definitely talk to each other in real time.

wow. "probably". HAHAHAHA. you did say your expertise is horror - now i can see why (≧▽≦)

ohhh i hope you can go then! agh you have no idea how many times i could've met skz if only i joined stay earlier - both here and in japan. yes the regret is still eating me together with the absolute clownery that was my period of constantly saying "i'M nOt a StAy" go get your tickets!!

ah and EST is definitely something i'm used to working with. my manager actually lives within that timezone as well so i'm used to monitoring her work times (and wondering why she's still talking to me/still not asleep) d(ﾟｰﾟ@)

indoor pools are cool too! and i'm sure all the swimming is good exercise, plus you're getting paid (i assume LOL). HAHA that's another thing we have in common tho - i went through a hat-crocheting phase too. i feel like i don't know how to crocehet anymore tho...ah but good luck on the scarf!

oh yeah i'm with you - i'm not a fan of mullets either. no idea how it became a trend in kpop, but here we are. i have one exception to it too: felix, and it's mostly because of his face and the fact that his bangs are growing longer so his hair is kinda losing its mullet-ness. speaking of felix tho, it's his scalp i'm more concerned about...am i going crazy or was the only time he had his actual, natural dark hair was during predebut?

changbin does fit all his hairstyles so far tho. i can truly appreciate the bowl cut when he has it HAHAHA. i'm still a sucker for longer hair, but i can appreciate the short hairstyle more on some people.

...okay i feel like i rambled a lot in this response. you'll have to excuse me - i'm back to not blinking and there's too many holiday preparations to do (゜Д゜) hope everything's going smoother over there!!

#oh my GAHDHLKj i still have one more poster to finishhhh #skznta '21

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