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for the books | jeon wonwoo

summary | wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | none, i think let me know! word count | 2.2k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader min | lowercase intended i literally put off my other works to write this! delulu era to the max! i advocate for women in stem!!! also! this is like an american high school-level setting. lily is so out of pocket LOL (believe it or not there is a girl just like her at my school). this was 100% self-indulgent

"mr. jeon!" his student lily called. "so you're telling me that after all that, she still hasn't kissed him?" he looked up from his desk and looked over to his obviously distraught student. "lily! i didn't even finish it yet!" her friend mina yelled at her.

"i'm sorry! it's just so crazy how they didn't even kiss! even after they made up and he said all of that to her!" lily huffed.

"what did he say to her? i haven't gotten there yet either," daniel piped in.

"just read it! i'm sorry i brought it up in the first place," lily sighed and pulled out the worksheets she was supposed to complete after reading the book. he shook his head and went back to inputting grades into his computer. it was silly to think lily was just going to do her work. "mr. jeon, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked putting her pencil down. he paused momentarily, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "dude, that's so not cool for you to ask mr. jeon," daniel complained.

"what? we're reading this romantic novel, is it not fair to ask our english teacher if he's in a relationship?" lily replied, crossing her arms. "i mean we have to be reading this book for some reason."

"maybe it's just a part of the curriculum," mina rolled her eyes.

"do you seriously think mr. jeon is sending us subminimal signals about his love life through the books we're reading?" daniel asked.

"i don't know! maybe!" lily said. the three of them continued to argue back and forth at their table. wonwoo should probably stop this before the other students get irritated with the trio. "guys, i can assure you, i am not sending any messages about my love life. please get back to your work," wonwoo cleared his throat. he heard a disappointed noise, but pencils went back to scratching and pages started flipping again. soon it was the end of the class period and everyone was packing up. it was just lily. "next time, please refrain from asking personal questions in class," he asked.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry mr. jeon," lily bowed her head.

"it's alright. it can just be a bit distracting for your classmates. let's try to be more considerate."

"will do," she said, turning on her heel.

"oh and lily, just between me and you," wonwoo paused. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"he said he wasn't in a relationship!" lily cheered. daniel stared at her baffled, "didn't he say not to tell anyone?"

"yeah, but i mean, he must know that i'm going to tell you guys. you guys don't seem as nearly as excited about this as i do."

"why would we be? he's single, it's not like you have a chance with him or something," mina commented.

"no! ew! i would never try to go after a teacher, are you crazy? i'm saying that this is a perfect opportunity for us to get mr. jeon a date!" lily practically squealed.

"a date? with who?"

"with miss ___, of course! who else? haven't you guys ever noticed that they spend almost every lunch period with each other? they're so cute together!"

"maybe they're just planning classes or something," daniel shrugged.

"um, hello? mr. jeon teachers english literature and miss ___ teaches physics b. what would they planning together?"

"touché."

"i think it's time to enact a master plan."

"so everyone understands this equation, right?" you said, turning back to face the class. "tell me now, so i can help. this equation is the very foundation to magnetism, if you don't get it now i can't promise you'll do well in this unit."

no one put their hand up. you smiled, "oh well, i guess we just have a bunch of physic masters in this class. but seriously, let me know if you need help. you can start working on your homework packet now, this way if you have questions you can ask them now. i don't need your frantic emails at midnight."

you returned to your desk and flipped through some lesson plans. you didn't get to finish eating lunch today, so you took out your lunch bag. a small slip of paper fell out of it and onto the ground. you smiled to yourself and reached down to pick it up. "miss ___!" your student lily said, she was standing at the foot of your desk.

"yes, lily?" you answered.

"i have a question about something."

"have at it."

"it isn't physics related though." you looked up, slipping the slip into your pocket. "then, what's it about? do you need to go to the nurse?" you frowned.

"no it's nothing like that, but i was told by another teacher not to ask questions like this in front of the whole class. he said it was inconsiderate," she shrugged.

"oh, um, well i guess you can go ahead."

"are you friends with mr. jeon?"

you froze. mr. jeon? as in english literature teacher mr. jeon? mr. jeon you eat lunch with him every day mr. jeon? maybe they started picking up on something. "well, yeah, i guess you could say that," you coughed. "why are you asking this all a sudden?"

"well, i came by mr. jeon's class before lunch to ask him about an assignment and i saw you there. i didn't want to interrupt, but i didn't know you guys were friends," she shrugged, averting her eyes.

"oh well, yes. mr. jeon started at his position around the same time i did a few years ago. so we got close because of that."

"that's so- i mean, i'm sorry to pry. i was just curious. i mean usually i don't see english teachers and physics teachers talk that much. thanks!"

the whole exchange left you a little baffled.

lily seemed determined to get you and wonwoo together. she began to pry more often and she was getting bolder one question at a time. she even asked if you were in a relationship and if you got you cute gifts for birthdays and holidays from your boyfriend. sometimes she got very bold and mentioned mr. jeon by name. "miss ___, don't you think mr. jeon is cute? you two would be so cute together." you had replied, "i don't think this is time or the place to talk about this, lily. please do your practice problems." you rolled your eyes, "i don't feel like i'm at liberty to answer that."

you couldn't bring yourself to actually discipline her or her friends (who had seemingly joined in on the deep dive about your love life). they were curious teenagers looking for gossip. hell, you were like that too. you felt it would be unfair to punish them for that, as long as it didn't get too inappropriate, you didn't mind. it was a bit endearing too.

you just had to push the thought out of your mind. it was time to go to lunch anyway. it was the perfect time to clear your head.

"has lily been asking you some personal questions lately?" wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair. god, he looked so handsome today. his glasses, pressed shirt, and ironed pants. "yes, has she been causing a raucous here too?" you asked, taking a seat at one of the desks.

"well, she asked me if i think you're beautiful," he chuckled.

you paused. you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for the man sitting in front of you. he was smart and kind.

"of course, i told her you are a lovely human being inside and out, and to get back to doing her project."

"funny, she was telling me that she and her friends thought we'd make a cute couple." he laughed at that, and it made your chest flutter. you loved his laugh. "cute couple, that's so cute," he gasped.

"yeah i know right. who knew our students would start trying to set us up," you joked. he nodded in agreement getting up after his microwave went off from the other side of the room. "it would be so funny if they actually succeeded, but it does seem a bit pointless at this point, right?" he noted.

"yeah, totally pointless," you agreed.

you and wonwoo, being set up, by your students of all people. it sure would be for the books if it happened like that.

what an absurd idea.

the rest of the week went as usual, uneventful, but you did get to see wonwoo on the way out of the building and into the parking lot. he held his leather bag in his right hand. "on the way out today?" he asked. "don't you usually do tutoring sessions after school on fridays?"

"we just started a unit, and no one showed up after the fifteen-minute window. i'm out of here," you laughed. he smiled. you loved it when he smiled. "want to walk out together then?" he offered and pushed the door open for you. something about him was so calming and comforting. you smiled and averted your gaze to the floor. even after all these years, he made you a little nervous. you did miss the way he grinned when he caught your shy smile. he loved the way you smiled too. he couldn't wait to see it again, he needed to see it again as soon as possible. he was too lost in thought about the way you smile and the way your voice sounds, that he fell far behind you. "___, wait up," he called as you made your way through the faculty parking lot. he jogged to catch up to you and reached out to grab your hand.

"i swear i saw him kiss her out in the parking lot," daniel insisted. "they were holding hands too!" at this point, lily was totally unmotivated to get her two favorite teachers together. not after miss ___ shut her down on numerous occasions and mr. jeon was just as friendly but unbothered as ever giving his most PG answers. "whatever, daniel," lily huffed. "they would be so perfect together."

"he's literally telling you that they're together, he saw them kissing!" mina exclaimed. lily rolled her eyes. they were all hallucinating just to make themselves feel better that it was wishful thinking. "true love isn't real!" she cried.

"it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he mumbled. "you said you had lots of work to do today."

"yeah, well it's my day off too. i'll get to work later," his fiancé groaned.

"oh come on, i know you're desperate to do all that paperwork," he teased. he tugged on the warm body text to him to pull it closer to him. he loved waking up with his wonderful, beautiful, smart fiancé next to him.

he loved waking up next to you.

he knew the kids were asking about him and his love life. kids would be kids of course. "lily won't stop asking about my love life. it's funny since we both teach her," he said.

"i guess, she's never noticed the necklace with the ring hanging around my neck," you chuckled, nuzzling your face into wonwoo's neck. his arms easily wrapped around your body. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "you know, lily asked me if i had a girlfriend the other week," wonwoo murmured.

"she asked me if i had a boyfriend too," you hummed. "i just told her that it wasn't appropriate to ask that in class."

"i said something similar, but i did tell her i didn't have a girlfriend."

you paused. why would he say that? he was very obviously in a relationship, well obvious to the two of you. he even gave you a ring and a nice dinner to cement your relationship. "i obviously couldn't tell that i didn't have a girlfriend because i have a wonderful, smart fiancé," he laughed. you breathed an internal sigh of relief, but you still hit him in the chest. "that's so stupid," you groaned. "you're catching everyone on a technicality." he thought he was so clever and funny, ever the wordsmith.

"it's so hard not telling the students," wonwoo whispered, and you nodded your head in agreement. he didn't know why the two of you didn't tell the students yet, but the relationship started a bit secretively, almost right after the both of you were onboarded. he guessed the two of you never got out of the whole secret relationship. it was a bit exhilarating keeping the secret between you and him, and the admin. he felt like a teenager again. "maybe we should ease them into it, but let's not let them think it was all them," you said.

"maybe it's time for you to start wearing the ring on your finger then," he commented pulling away to get a better look at you. "i can't wait for you to become mrs. jeon," he smiled.

"yuck, so corny," you rolled your eyes with a smile. "you need to stop with these cheesy sayings early in the morning." nevertheless, you leaned forward and kissed him. he kissed back easily, "come on, i know you like the little notes i leave in your lunch."

"i do, now be quiet and just kiss me."

"gladly."

he did have the whole weekend until he had to go back to school. at least you made the day a little better.

min | im just in a silly goofy mood LOL. my poor attempt at humor and portraying what high schoolers are like. wonwoo being an english teacher just makes sense!!! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not proofread at the moment (it's 1 in the morning)

tagging: @a-wandering-stay

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personne-reblogs · 1 year

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AUTISTIC SWEEP

The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise.

The curtains are closing.

The lights are dimming.

The air still feels filled with static, though.

This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings.

Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.

He lets out a genuine chuckle.

Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight.

“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”

The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it.

“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles.

“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”

He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky.

“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”

Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”

“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.”

“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”

Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought.

“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”

“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”

Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”

“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”

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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient.

The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment.

The crowd is gone.

The curtains are closed.

The lights are off.

For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.

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EDIT: there is now a sequel!

YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE

Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol

CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)

@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!

All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU

#donnie sweep #mob sweep #autismswagsummit #donatello #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 #mob #writing #my writing #original content #i dunno how i tag these anymore

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alocon · 2 months

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Business As Usual - Lance Stroll

written by alocon

Summary: Lance meets a lovely business woman and decides to drop some game with the help from the community

Before you read: Fluff, Lance being nice, Lance is underrated - I do not want Lance Stroll hate here pls, Quickly written, not edited so sorry if it isn't great x, This is basically some backstory just in case I decide to turn it into a SMAU series!!

Genre: Fluff, some social media at the end

fc: Tess Holloway for profile picture, faceless blondes from Pinterest

[The Masterlist]

Business as Usual - LS18

You walked through the woods, heading towards the isolated little river that you sat by whenever you felt overwhelmed. As you approached the opening in the trees, you saw a figure, someone sat down on the rock next to the one that you normally say at. You shrugged to yourself, not really caring if someone else was there, he seemed quiet and you could still unwind. As if he could sense a presence, he turned, looking at you. You sent him a gentle smile, walking over and sitting on the rock that sat beside the one he was on.

“Do you mind? This is my spot,” he said, sounding rather frustrated at the new presence.

“Well it's my spot too, so I'm going to quietly enjoy it,” you responded, not really in the mood for another argument that day. He seemed to accept that, groaning rather dramatically before accepting it and going quiet.

You watched as the river flowed gently, the crystal-clear water meandering gracefully between rocks. You could see the pebbles below the water, laying contently on the river bed, some adorned with moss which had slowly covered more and more pebbles over time. The sound of running water and gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze subdued the loud sounds in your brain, allowing you to shut everything that you were feeling out. The fragrant scent of wildflowers and mud filled your senses as you breathed in, causing a sigh of content to leave your mouth. The natural canopy provided by the trees above allowed you to sit there calmly, shading the sun from your face and body as you watched the ripples of the water.

You heard a gasp and sudden movement from the man sat beside you. You looked in his direction, looking into his eyes and following his eyesight to the creature that had landed by him and startled him so much. You started laughing softly. “It's not funny, don't laugh.”

“You're scared of a tiny little frog?” You asked, leaning over to pick it up. “Hi little buddy.” You spoke gently to the frog as it sat contently in your hand, bringing it up to eye level with you and looking at it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man sit back down. “Do you want to hold him?”

He was silent, so you looked up at him, seeing the anxious look in his eyes. “What if I hurt it? I don't want to do that.”

You smiled softly. “You trust me?”

He thought for a moment before gently nodding. “I guess, why?”

You signalled for him to hold out his hand, which he did, before gently moving your hand over so the frog could move onto him. You watched as his brown eyes softened, his mouth turning into a grin as he held the tiny creature in his hand. “It’s kind of cute…”

“I hope this doesn't sound weird but may I take a photo of it in your hand? Your face won't be in the picture, of course, but I like infodumping about animals, plants, buildings and history on my Instagram pages that I'm an admin on.”

“Pages, plural?”

“Yes, I have 2. One for nature and history and I have one where I post personal stuff.” He nodded, before allowing you to take some photos. You did, answering his questions about the type of frog as you took photos, him offering to take one of you holding it afterwards, which you gladly accepted. Placing your camera back in your bag after turning it off, you looked back at him as he spoke again. You placed the frog on your knee, luckily having chosen to wear shorts so your clothes weren't getting dirty from the little creature that rested contently on you.

“Why do you come here?”

“It's… an escape.” He looked at you, his expression unreadable so you continued talking. “When everything gets too loud, when family gets overwhelming, when work is stressful, it's nice to be able to escape here and just listen to the breeze and the water, the trees. It's all just so calming. What about you?”

He nodded, understanding exactly where you came from. “Same.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

He pondered your question for a moment before he decided to explain. “Where I work… people can be quite harsh sometimes. It's like I can never do anything without people hating me. They call me a nepo baby.” He paused, chuckling bitterly. “I know that it sounds stupid, getting frustrated over it, but people always say I don't deserve my job, that the only reason I'm here is because of nepotism. It's mental.” He sighed, looking in your direction, eyes scanning you. “What about you? What's going on with you?”

“My dad, well, step dad's trying to convince me to give him my business now that it's successful. Just like handing it over to him willingly. He invited me over to ask me to willingly give up the thing I built from the ground up.”

“Really? Why would he do that?”

You lifted your hands up, making quotation marks with your hands. “Women shouldn't run businesses, they should marry, have kids and stay at home doing housework.” He snorted, thinking you were joking. “I'm serious.”

“People still think like that?” He looked confused, watching as you nodded, sighing in response to that. Unfortunately, some people were still like that. And it pissed you off a lot.

“Unfortunately, I always wondered why mama willingly gave up working despite absolutely loving her job after they got married.” You shrugged. “He won’t be getting my company though. No way in hell. He only wants it for the money.” You paused, checking your phone. “Speaking of my business. I’ve got a business meeting party thing tonight so I will have to go.”

“It was lovely meeting you.” He smiled at you as you placed the frog on the rock, picking up your tote bag and heading out.

You went straight home, thinking that he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Sat in your hotel room, you decided to paint a bit before you headed for the business event. You wore quite a basic smart casual outfit - some white pants with a green shirt and matching blazer. Your hair was left down and you wore some basic makeup, not feeling like going over the top.

Stepping into the venue, you sighed. This was something you didn’t love about running a business. Sure, you enjoyed the small delicacies and the free wine you got all evening, but you couldn’t stand the large handful of males who decided that you, a woman, couldn’t understand basic terminology so would spend the entire time mansplaining to you. Usually, you’d bring a friend, but being in Canada, away from your main place of residence, you didn’t really have anyone to bring. So you wandered around the venue quietly, other than stopping to say hi to people as you passed them, champagne in hand. That was until you saw a white-haired man approach you.

He smiled, seeming rather friendly. He held out his hand. “Hi. Miss Martins, yes?” You nodded. “It's lovely to meet you, I'm Lawrence Stroll.” You shook his hand, smiling back. “Your step-father said that you're here on behalf of his business?”

You shook your head. “Martins Associates?”

“That's my business, not Anthony's,” you said, leading to a look of confusion on his face. “He's been trying to convince me to hand over my business to him willingly now it's doing well.”

“Oh, well I am very sorry if I insulted you there, dear. I genuinely had no idea.”

“No, it's perfectly fine. Has he been telling everyone this?”

Lawrence nodded. “Want me to go have words with the owner of this?”

“I’m meant to be talking later, so I’ll just bring it up then.”

You and Lawrence continued to talk, making friendly conversation. He talked a lot about his son, you realised. You didn’t mind, though. You didn’t usually know what to talk about. He explained about how his son is a Formula One driver and how he was super proud of him and how far he’s come over the years. He then looked around before waving somebody over. Your eyes turned from Lawrence to the person who was being waved over. When you glanced at the familiar man who you had spent time with earlier that day, you smiled. His face twisted from a look of boredom to one of relief, likely at someone he had noticed, someone who wasn’t an old man. “Y/N, this is my son, Lance Stroll. Lance, this is Miss Martins, she runs Martins Associates.”

“Miss Martins. It is very lovely to see you again.” Lance lifted your hand gently, placing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Please, call me Y/N, Mr Stroll.”

“Alright, and you can call me Lance, of course.” His dad excused himself so he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face. “May I get you a drink?”

The rest of the night went by pretty quickly. You had done your little talk, making it very clear at the start that you owned your business, not your step-father. You then spent the rest of your evening with your new Canadian friend, who you found out also lived in Switzerland, relatively close to you as well. However, eventually, your conversation wrapped up and you had to head home to catch your plane back.

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youruser Canada was lovely, home time now x

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mickschumacher: Hello???? The painting??????

mickschumacher: You're so talented PLEASE youruser: THANK YOU MICK!!

yourbff: You beautiful, beautiful woman. I miss you, hurry back to Switzerland xx

youruser: Of course, my love. Will come and see you as soon as I land yourbff: Thank you, darling youruser: ofc, anything for my wife x

lance_stroll: Safe travels back!! Maybe we could meet up when you're next free?

user1: Hey Lance! Thank you for fixing world hunger! user2: Lance, you amazing man, remember when you picked up that bus with your bare hands to stop it from hitting me? Thanks for that, buddy, you're a real one user3: Lance, thank you for landing my airplane safely that one time. estebanocon: Bonjour Lance, thank you for saving my cat from being abducted by aliens that one time!!! -175 more comments-

youruser: Oh my lord what is going on in my comments 😭

youruser: also @ lance_stroll, message me and we will plan something.

lance_stroll: Yes ma'am, will do x user1: HE DID IT! OUR BOY ACTUALLY DID IT landonorris: LETSGOOOO

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habitatsandhistory: Today, we stumbled across a pseudacris crucifer, known more commonly as a Spring Peeper! These small tree frogs from the Hylidae family are found in woodland areas of the Eastern states of the USA and Canada. They are usually grey, tan or olive brown with an x-shaped, often irregular, brown mark on it's back. They grow to a length of between 2.5 and 3 cm in size!

This little guy was found by the river on slide 5, when it jumped up onto a nearby rock and I couldn't resist getting a photo of it! Feel free to follow for more history and nature facts!

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lance_stroll: Wowwww who's hand is that in the second photo? Must be someone pretty cool

youruser: They were alright, I guess. Not as cool as the person in the first photo

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Hi All, Next chapter of MV1 will hopefully be out in the next week, I have had some writers block though so my apologies for that. Hope you're all well. Here is a Lance story, it is unedited tho so pls give feedback. I used tweetgen for the tweets and used canva to make the instagram page and post Have a lovely day x Alocon

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badingsm · 7 months

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Hits Different — IV (Endingish?)

Warnings: A shitty shot, otherwise, none.

Took me long enough. Anyways, I'll be working on the requests soon, I'm just finishing my first two mini (shitty) series :)

"Natasha, relax," You scolded lightly as the redhead bounced nervously from her seat. She let you drive after the almost never-ending banter between you two.

"You're only saying that because you're close to our daughter." Natasha frowned, making you pout guiltily. "I'm not blaming you. Don't worry."

"Still sorry though." You muttered apologetically, "I'm really sorry."

"Forget it, Y/n," The redhead assured with a soft smile. "Anyways, should we buy some donuts? Or ice cream? Wait—I know a froyo shop around the corner—no! Maybe we should just buy her-"

"My daughter doesn't need anything material; I provide her everything she needs." You cut her off quickly—defensively.

"She's our daughter," Natasha reminded you, causing you to mumble something about force of habit along the lines, "And I'm sorry, I just can't help it. Like, what if she doesn't like me? She already hates me!"

You chuckled lowly at the dramatic side of hers. "Hey, woman, chill!"

"Don't laugh! This is not funny!" Natasha grumbled, her face planted miserably on her palms, and before she knew it, you were already parking on your driveway, causing her to panic even more. "Fuck!"

"Hey, hey, hey." You faced her seriously. "Don't panic, it's fine. Ash is a great kid. She's kind, you know. She doesn't bite, promise."

"I know, I know, I just feel like..." Natasha breathed out deeply, "Like she won't like me because I was... I was never there. She doesn't know me. I don't know her. It's complicated and difficult."

"I know, I'm sorry." You apologized again. "But if it makes you better, I'll be there."

"Okay," Nat nodded repeatedly, as if she's convincing herself more than you. "I can do this."

Natasha's an Avenger. She's known for her strong facade and cold demeanor. The redhead has a strong built-in wall to protect her from anything; she always calculated the outcome for everything, but this...

No one prepared her for this.

But she does want to do this.

"Of course, Mama Widow." You winked, getting down from your car while she followed your suit. You opened the main door with your fingerprint, seeing a flash of green from the knob before you heard a faint click to signal that it had opened. "Atasha? I'm home!"

A small thudding of footsteps was heard running in your direction until you saw the sight of your daughter in her white sundress and slightly curly red hair. Ash collided against your legs with a giggle. "Mommy!"

"Hello, my love." You crouched down to kiss her sweaty forehead. "What were you doing while I'm gone, mm? Were you a good girl?"

"We were playing with Sharky!" Ash informed giddily, talking about her chowchow that you'd bought from the previous chapter. "She knows some tricks already, Mommy!"

"That's great!" You nodded approvingly. "So, where's Kate then?"

"I'm here! I'm here!" Kate yelled from the backyard, jogging up until you were face to face with her. "Hi! You're home. I didn't know you would bring someone. I would've cooked something for you and-"

"Bishop." Natasha raised her brow curiously as she stepped away from your back, revealing her presence to your daughter. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, Natasha? Hi! Hello, um, what are you doing here—woah, I just copied exactly what you said! Wait! No, yes, what are you doing here? Why are you with Miss Y/l/n, and why are you-"

You cleared your throat loudly. "You both know each other?"

"We're co-workers.. Sort of."

"I'm dating her sister."

They both muttered at the same time, your eyes shifting from Natasha to Kate with squinted eyes.

"You're an Avenger too?" You questioned Kate, earning a cringed nod from the latter. "Now it makes sense when you come here with bandages and all. I mean, you weren't exactly subtle about your lies, but yeah, get it now."

"Wait, she comes here often?" Natasha furrowed her brows.

"Yes. She's Ash's babysitter when I'm away from work." You informed her truthfully, "She was recommended by my friend's friend, Daisy or Darcy? I'm not really sure, but her skills are quite impressive to protect my child from any paparazzis, so yeah.."

"Mm." Natasha nodded, slightly glaring at Kate as if challenging her for something, and if you were asked, you would be scared at the way she gazes right now.

"Anyways!" You clapped instead, trying to break the tension that fell upon the room. "I'll be cooking for dinner. Kate will help me." You signaled brunette to play along. "Ash, baby, can you accompany Natasha for a while?"

"Mommy..." Ash hugged your side. "Play please."

"Natasha can play with you!" You answered, nodding encouragingly in Natasha's direction, who seemed nervous again as she watched your daughter's reaction to your suggestion. "You know, I heard she's Fanny's aunt. I bet she knows some awesome tricks for Sharky as well!"

"Really?" Ash looked up unsurely, her bright forest green eyes staring back at Natasha's same ones. The older redhead nodded with a gentle smile. "...Okay."

"Alright then!" You smirked, heading to the kitchen quickly to leave Natasha and Ash to go to the backyard, where an impatient dog was sitting by the window, gazing curiously at the new guest in your house.

Natasha quietly followed Ash into the backyard, her heart thumping so fast and hard that she's sure it might leap out of her body at any moment.

"Ash." She called but got ignored as the little girl gave some belly rubs to the joyful dog. "Ash.."

She only got a hum and not even eye contact, making her sigh and reach for her phone to ask for help from her friends slash family.

Natasha: I'm currently with my daughter. She won't talk to me; what am I supposed to do?

And not even a few seconds had passed; her phone was filled with notifications from their group chat.

Tincan: You have a daughter?!

CoolWidow: I HAVE A NIECE?? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HIDE HER FROM ME?? THAT'S SO NOT COOL OF YOU, SISTER!

Cinderella: Give her some guns. She's your daughter, you should know that.

MetalArm: Can we see her? Steve's been bugging me here, he wants to see her.

Natasha: Okay. I'll see.

"Ash, can we take a picture?" Natasha asked carefully but still ended up being ignored as the little girl continued her play time.

Natasha: She doesn't want to talk to me. She's really... cautious with strangers.

WigglyWoos: Just take a picture, Natasha!

Natasha:

CoolWidow: HOLYSHIT, YOU IMPREGNATED SOMEONE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO AN ADORABLE NIECE OF MINE. YOU'RE AMAZING BECAUSE YOU FUCKING IMPREGNATED THE FAMOUS GROCERY GIRL!

WigglyWoos: The who?

Tincan: I'm sending some gifts to your location soon.

MetalArm: Steve wants to see her in person, Nat.

Flashlight: Just got back to Earth, and I'm bombarded with this? I love it.

Thunderbird: Lady Romanoff has a baby widow?

MetalArm: See!? Thor knows how to use a phone, and this fossil here still doesn't!

Cinderella: I'm definitely telling your boyfriend you said that.

Natasha chuckled at the endless messages on the group chat that Kate had insisted on having.

"Miss Natasha," The little redhead called shyly, causing Natasha to pocket her phone and ignore everyone while she focused her attention on the small version of her. "Mommy said you know some tricks for Sharky?"

"Definitely, love." Natasha nodded, her breathing slowly going back to normal as she sighed in relief when Ash had smiled at her genuinely and not forcedly this time. "Now, does she know how to..."

And they bonded over the pup endlessly until you called them for dinner.

Kate had insisted on going before dinner was even served, although she helped you cook, insisting that she needed to pass something about her previous mission, but you know, after you introduced Natasha as the other parent of Ash to her, she wanted to give you the time to be able to have a dinner as a family.

And you were thankful for that.

You were thankful for everything.

Because after that, Natasha came often, and she and Ash would bond closely together while you enjoyed their company. Soon enough, Natasha gained Ash's trust, along with yours, making your family official as you tied the knot a couple of years later.

Taglist: @marvelogic @waltermis @beforeoursecrets @natsxwife @sournatromanoff @natashasilverfox

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #soft natasha romanoff #marvel #photo ctto

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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Protective Iwaizumi

Funny enough, Iwaizumi and Bokuto are my comfort characters from Haikyuu!! So, Enjoy.

When you started dating Iwaizumi, you only had a slight idea of what you were getting into. Having Oikawa around 24/7, for one. That was something you expected. After all, they grew up together and, no matter how much they fought, they were still best friends.

However, what you were not prepared for was how protective Iwaizumi was. Your boyfriend always had some form of contact with you, despite not being big on PDA. Normally, this translated to him having an arm around your shoulders or waist, or holding hands. Sometimes - on days where he was more clingy - even having him pull you into his lap during lunch.

Over time, you started to connect him being with you with safety. Which is why, when you were walking home and had noticed someone had been following you for the past three turns, you took a breath and dialed your boyfriends number shakily.

"Babe? What's up, practice isn't over for another ten minutes?"

"I know, sorry baby, there's just this guy who's been following me for the past bit and I'm starting to freak out a bit-"

Iwaizumi cursed over the phone. "Is there a store nearby? Stay in it, stay on the phone. Where are you?"

You quickly gave him the address and heard the sound of a door opening and him running. You ducked into a convenience store by you and pretended to be looking around while his heavy breathing was the only sound you could hear over the phone.

It was only around five minutes later (although it had felt much longer) that you heard the ring signalling the door of the store opening. You peered around the shelf of the aisle you were in to see your boyfriend standing there. You hung up the phone and ran at him quickly. He engulfed you in his strong arms, relieved to find you safe.

You barely processed the rest of the third years from the volleyball team standing behind him.

Iwaizumi was there. You were safe. After all, he would die before he let something happen to you when he could prevent it.

#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #hq x you #iwaizumi imagine #Protective Iwaizumi

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mazeofyeni · 16 days

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] THEKSTARNEXTDOOR !

( 🤍 ) ... outfit !!

they took off their shoes , making their way in the building, sitting down. "cece." the staff handed her a blanket to cover her legs. "oh thank you." she smiled politely, covering her legs.

"thekstarnextdoor4 , we're starting with the starting artist, we're off to a great start with nct dream!" they clapped; cheering.

"in season 4 the neighbors will join us, since it's the first episode please say hello with all your energy." Jonathan read from the card. "let's say hello 1,2,3.." jeno said. "to the world, this is nct , hello we're nct dream!"

they all introduced themselves, then it was her turn. "im cece, im happy to be here." she waved.

"by the way your video had the most views in season 3." he said. "i should really take credit." chenle said making them all turn their heads in confusion. "because i watched it a lot."

"you watched it 1.1 million times?" "it was so funny, i watched it everytime i ate." he explained. "is there anyone who didn't watch it?"

"jisung." they all laughed. "cece did you watch it?" chenle asked. "oh, um i didn't have the time." she laughed nervously. "but i did see different clips."

"let's move to your individual profiles."

"cece's k-profile." he read off the paper. "k-swindler" she tilted her head in confusion, laughing. "i don't like this."

"we have evidence here , of you wearing various clothing worn by your members." he flipped the book, the boys turned to her. "you told me you didn't have that." jaemin said. "wait , wait let me explain— the evidence is right there." jonathan said making them laugh.

"wait listen." she said. "go a head."

"sometimes i see something in their wardrobe that i like , but i only want to wear it once." she said. "yah you still haven't returned that." chenle pointed to his glasses she was wearing. "yes because im not done wearing those, now all the other stuff i returned."

"you still have that shirt, i don't have it." jaemin said. "you don't?" she said. "do you know where it is?" Jonathan asked, she laughed. "if he doesn't have it i don't know ." jaemin turned to her. "yah!" everyone laughed. "move on, quickly, please." she reached over changing the paper. "please."

"ciara you also send a lot of bubbles." she nodded. "but not intense bubbles." she shook her head. "im not good at them." she said. "fans says you treat bubble like naver." she laughed as he flip the page to the evidence. "you asked fans where can you get good pimple cream, you even provided pictures of the pimple."

she covered her face. "yah, her idol image is gone." jeno said , she slapped his leg. "so embarrassing." she whined. "but really they're helpful though." she said. "because it's gone now, i used a recommendation from a nctzen— ah why did i send that." she said. "at least your nose is clean." chenle said. "yah shut up."

"i heard it's healthy." she let a hum of confusion hearing jaemin explain why he slept naked. "it enhances blood circulation."

"that's odd." she said, hearing the way they all sleep. "this is why i live alone, imagine just walking into their rooms." they turned to her. "pervert." she almost cursed. "cece doesn't like to knock." jaemin said. "but like imagine having to look at—" the staff behind the camera look at her hesitantly. "I'm sorry." she bowed. "im sorry."

"cece i have a question." she looked nervous. "why do you look scared?" Johnathan ask. "your questions scare me." she laughed. "it is okay , it's okay." he said. "i have a question." she signaled him to keep going. "do you often get annoyed with them." she looked at them. "no i love them, they make me so happy."

"she says plainly okay." he showed another collage of her looking annoyed. "why is most of them aimed at chenle?" she laughed. "no it does look like im always annoyed."

"that's cause you are." jaemin said. "stop it." she pushed him. "speaking to them is like speaking to my brother sometimes." she said. "most of the stuff i say goes in one ear and out the other, and it's hard to control it." she explained. "you sound like my sister." johnathan said. "that's cause we realate so much." she said. "but why is it most me?" chenle asked. "because you're almost always doing something that warrants it."

"finally it's the reason you're here, introduce your new song for joining the beginning of season 4." he read, they let jeno explain it, then jaemin gave his explanation that made everyone laughed. "he's so annoying." she said covering her face.

"cece , you don't go on shows a lot , how was it today?" Jonathan asked. "it was so fun." she said. "will you be back?" she shook her head. "no." he looked shocked. "you can't just say that." jisung laughed. "she doesn't mean it." jaemin said. "she'll come back soon."

"maybe if this episode does good." she said flatly. "why is she so scary." she laughed.

"im kidding, i'll comeback soon, for now keep watching nct dream and enjoy our comeback." she finished off.

©️MAZEOFYENI

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you-know-honey · 7 months

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The L rule

Part 1/2

Sodo/Dewdrop x f!reader

Summary: You know what they say about short boys...

Word Count: 1930

Note: bad english, the L rule is something that until now I have only heard in Latin America but if you are from other countries and have heard it, comment :).

"Yeah!" You squealed excitedly at your phone, you were in Aurora's room where a girls' night out and Swiss was taking place. Aurora had begged to be let in and well…no one can resist that smile too much and a blackmail of candys that Swiss had brought with him.

As a fun act in your pajamas, you had been logging into internet forums about yourselves, looking at fan edits, and overacting fanfic scenes, plus of course a LOT of Reddit gossip, and now you were trying to get into a group of theories about the band by idea of Swiss. You offered to take care of searching the forums, but the WiFi signal in the ministry is terrible, especially in the ghoul area, so you were lying on the ceiling of Aurora's closet, with the ceiling of the room at few centimeters from you, while the page loaded.

"I'm sorry Rain, I can't be with you" Cumulus posed as Sodo in a fanfic about him and Rain, the performance fell into ridiculousness and that was the funny thing "I am a fire demon, you are water, we are opposites, destined to never be together." He flopped onto the pillow fort.

"Love can do everything Sodo!" Cirrus responded with the same drama. They both read the lines from their cell phones. "Let me love you" Cirrus dramatized, dropping onto Cumulus in the fort and ending his excellent play amid laughter from everyone present.

"I almost cried," Swiss exaggerated while applauding as if he had seen the pinnacle of theater drama.

"Stay still!" Aurora scolded the ghoul and pulled her left hand back in, trying to finish polishing her nails.

The night was more than perfect, even though it was a 'girls' sleepover, the idea of the masks and manicure had been Swiss's idea, he had really committed herself to making sure everyone had a good time. They had eaten popcorn, pizza and done spicy food challenges, challenges that Cumulus had won.

"Girls, enter the forum" you said as you slide out of the prison between the closet and the ceiling, Swiss made space for you next to him as he waved his hands to dry the polish.

"Let's get this started!" Cirrus said, excited to hear the fans' crazy ideas.

They avoided all theories that had to do with Papa Tenzo since it was a nostalgic topic, it was funny how many tried to guess Montain's height, he had made edits about Swiss promoting toothpastes, or about Rain being a kawaii girl.

"Wait! See" Aurora pointed out on the screen.

Test Who is your Ghost Soulmate ¡Click Here!

Without asking permission Aurora clicked, they were stupid questions like: What is your favorite food? What is your favorite instrument? What is your favorite color? Favorite Ghost song? Etc.

The results were curious to say the least.

Cumulus result was Mountain and she seemed to blush a little as she sank into the pillows. Something that you guys didn't waste and joked about.

Cirrus was paired with herself, and in an exaggerated way she went for a hand mirror from among Aurora's makeup and kissed her reflection, definitely nothing better than being your own love of your life.

Aurora and Swiss's turns were fun, they both appeared as the love of each other's lives, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Swiss put her arm around Aurora's shoulders. "Maybe in another life, dear" she said in a diva tone as she laughed and Aurora agreed.

When it was your turn everyone was curious, you completed the questions and waited a few seconds before the pixels showed an image of Sodo on the screen with a brief description of why he would be your soulmate:

'A wild boy who will get you out of any boredom✨, his hands work magic🔥, his name says it all.🥴 All good girls die for a bad boy like Sodo. You already know the L rule 😏'

You laughed nervously as you shook your head, there was no way the gremlin was your ideal soulmate "No, never that" you said between nervous laughs but the others only gave each other knowing looks, perhaps your insistence on denying everything ended up confirming it. “Come on guys, it’s just a silly test,” you tried to ignore him.

You and Sodo weren't very close, but on the part of the ghoul who always seemed to want to be away from you, you had even felt that being close to him drained his energy and you weren't really looking for that. So if Sodo was in the room you practically became part of the furniture and in the few times they had to interact you were always too stiff to be natural while you stammered vague responses or ran away from the room, leaving the ghoul somewhat bewildered. The group had interpreted those things as 'romantic advances' and if they were like that they would be the most pathetic romantic advances in the world.

"Stop guys, seriously, it's not funny. It's fake." It was actually funny, if you weren't the victim you would joke just like they do now.

"Of course it's funny, just look at you, if it weren't real, your cheeks wouldn't be as red as tomatoes" Cumulus took the opportunity to say.

"You blushed too!" You replied, you weren't expecting that attack from Cumulus.

"At least I can admit that Mountain is cute!" Cumulus said. Low blow for you.

You wouldn't deny that Sodo was cute, it was an opinion that you and millions of others shared, even in his demonic form, you had always thought that there was no way Sodo wouldn't look attractive. But he had to stay alone in your thoughts.

"One way or the other!" You raised your arms in a sign of peace. “Also, what the hell does the L rule mean?”

"I don't know" Aurora answered, looking at the others for answers but both Cumulus and Cirrus raised and dropped their shoulders.

"No idea girls" Cirrus said.

A small, almost imperceptible laugh escaped Swiss's lips and like owls they all turned towards him, smiling maliciously at each other.

"You know what it is, right Swiss?" Cumulus approached him with a tender puppy look.

"I won't tell them," he replied, but there was a small crack of weakness in his voice. If they pressed harder he would speak.

"But we invited you to our girls' night" Cirrus pouted and crossed her arms childishly, something very cute and she knew it.

"It's a boy thing" He responded, crossing his legs looking at the ceiling to avoid falling into the manipulative tenderness of the ghoulette.

"But you said you were one of us. We girls tell each other everything" you said in the sweetest tone you had, one that worked very well with Rain or Phantom. You leaned on her shoulder like a cat to be closer to her ear.

If an outsider saw the scene they would think it was some kind of satanic harem and not a group of girls trying to convince their dear friend to betray their gender and tell them the secret.

"If it's not the good way, it's the bad way." Aurora pretended to roll up the sleeves of her pajamas. "Girls, hold it down."

With evil smiles they all understood the plan, Cumulus and Cirrus held the legs and you held their wrists. Swiss writhed like a snake but it was impossible for him to get free.

"It's not okay! It's cheating!" he screamed as he tried to get away, laughter escaping him.

"Come on Y/N, you wouldn't do this to your good friend" he begged you with his cute smile.

"Sorry Swiss, curiosity first. Give it Aurora!" Swiss opened her mouth to say something but Aurora rushed over her stomach, beginning the torture.

Aurora's hands ran over the most sensitive areas of Swiss's body, causing him to tickle and laugh loudly and uncontrollably, as well as broken pleas for them to stop. The scene made the girls laugh.

"Confess!" You yelled at him between laughs.

"No," he replied. "It's a boy thing," Swiss gasped as he tried to take a breath, his chest rising and falling violently, tears beginning to escape from his eyes and roll down to his neck.

"We can do this all night!" Aurora hummed and she wasn't lying.

"I…" I gasp "Fuck it…Fine!" He gasped again but louder, "I will confess!" the tickling stopped abruptly letting him breathe properly after some endless minutes.

"Okay" Aurora stayed on him for a few seconds waiting for some sign of a lie but it wasn't like that. She raised her hands in peace and moved away from her stomach. You and the girls let it out too. Swiss wiped away his tears and took some time to get back to normal.

He stood up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Aurora's nightstand before sitting back down on the cushions and scribbling a few things down. She ended up showing them an L on the paper, next to the vertical line she had written the letter 'B' and under the small horizontal line the letter 'D'.

"Any idea?" Swiss asked and the four shook their heads, Swiss sighed.

"What does 'D' mean?" you asked innocently.

Swiss smiled mischievously "This" he pointed to his own crotch.

You looked at his crotch for a few seconds before understanding, the blood went to your cheeks at a fantastic speed and you covered your face embarrassed to let your gaze go to the area of Swiss's body and everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they understood. They didn't need to look to understand.

"So if I have the page vertically and the B refers to the boy and the D refers to his… 'little friend', it means that the taller the boy, the smaller his 'D' will be, do you understand?" I explain Swiss as if it were a university class.

"But Sodo isn't that tall, the rule doesn't make sense then" Cumulus was the least uncomfortable of all, Aurora had a nervous smile, you and Cirrus covered half of your faces with a cushion each, absolutely embarrassed.

''Quite the opposite, my dear Cirrus." Swiss turned the page horizontally and changed the place of the 'B' and the 'D'. "As you see, everything changes, now the boy is small so his 'D' will be bigger."

If it could still be possible, your cheeks took on an even redder color. The girls let out a group "Ohhhh…" as Swiss threw the piece of paper against the door.

"Happy with the answer?" Swiss asked, crossing his arms, proud of his explanation. "I hope this betrayal of my gender merits some reward." She looked at her nails with feigned disinterest, before Aurora handed her a handful of candy.

"I was expecting something funnier, but it's okay," you said as you looked out the window, hoping that your blush would stop and that no one would notice.

"Forget it, let's do something interesting now" Swiss said, returning to the fun of a sleepover.

Swiss had finished singing 'London Boy' by Taylor Swift and had even tied the sheet of Aurora's bed around her waist as an elegant dress. You regretted not being able to record that moment. Now it was your turn. You spun the little spinner on the screen of Swiss's phone, it spun for a few seconds and stopped on 'I Love It' by Icona Pop. Your eyes sparkled with excitement.

A long night of talented divas was coming.

I hope you like it, I plan to write some "short" stories to cover my obsession with the band while I continue writing the fanfic.

#sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #per sodomizer eriksson #sodomizer ghoul #nameless ghost #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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So the idea was equestrian!reader x svechy. The reader owns a horse in Raleigh and the canes go to the stable for teambonding and reader teaches them some stuff and svech can't get reader out of his head afterwards so the team teases him about it and so he goes back to the stable in hope to find her and he does and kina slowburn-ish? srry if it's too much😅

LOVE ON THE RANCH

i know literally nothing about horses so this might not slay the house down and i hope you enjoy bestie! also, there isn't really a slow burn (i'm sorry *looks away in horror*) because I've been trying to write this for too long, so i'm sorry bestie, i tried! also, that title is literally so funny to me cause it sounds like the title of one of those cheesy books with fabio on the cover lmao

"these are the stables. usually, all of them are filled but the horse that's usually here is getting prettied up," you explained, leading the group of hockey players behind you through the stables.

"prettied up? what for?" one of them asked.

"he's a racehorse, my nephew's, and he named him after one of you guys." they laughed.

"what's his name?"

"he took a page from erik johnson's book and named him svechnikov." you laughed, looking over at andrei, who was laughing as a few of the guys slapped him on the back.

"so, you guys have racehorses too?"

"just svechnikov. the others are ours. they're our pets and they get all prettied up with hockey teams come to visit." you smiled.

"can they ride the horses?" one of the canes media people asked.

"yeah, of course." you nodded, "so, we have some saddles over there. we'll saddle the horses for you, but there are helmets over there." you pointed to the corner where an array of helmets were, "try to find one that'll fit your heads." you clapped your hands, signaling for everyone to get to work.

the whole day was spent riding around your little ranch with the horses. the canes got the content they wanted and the players had a fun time, so it was a win-win situation for everyone.

a couple weeks after the canes day on the ranch, andrei couldn't stop thinking about you. not in a creepy way, more in an "i regret not getting your number so we can go out" kind of way.

"you still thinking about that ranch girl?" pyotr asked in russian.

"shut up." andrei shook his head, trying to hide the smirk.

"you are." pyotr laughed.

"maybe a little." andrei admitted.

"why don't you go back or something?"

"and say what?"

"you're andrei svechnikov, you'll think of something." pyotr shoved him and andrei laughed.

on his one off-day, andrei made the over hour drive to your small family ranch and found you in the little "gift shop" on the ranch. you looked up when you heard the bells ring above the door.

"andrei, hi." you smiled, setting your book, "what can i help you with? do you want some horse riding lessons?" you joked.

"i wanted to ask you something."

"all right." you nodded, "fire away."

"can i take you out sometime?" you froze at his question.

"me?"

"there's no one else in here." he gestured around.

"did you drive an hour to ask me that?"

"yeah." andrei's hope was wavering and he didn't feel as confident.

"wow." you chuckled, "sure."

"yeah?"

"yeah, i'll go out on a date with you." he slowly let out a breath before smiling.

"great."

"great." you nodded, smiling.

okay, this wasn't the best, so i'm sorry besties!

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lostgirl677 · 2 years

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Anytime, sweetheart

Established relationship

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

fluff and a bit of angst

Masterlist

TW: description of migraine

A/N : I sadly have chronic migraine, which sucks. Today, I nearly fainted from a very bad one and really wished to have Eddie Munson to help me go through it.

Your alarm just finished ringing to signal you that it was time to get your butt off the bed and get ready for the day. At the moment you woke up a throbbing pain on the left side of your head basically attacked you and with that, you knew that this day would be tiring. Today, you’ll have to help Eddie for one of Mrs Click’s tests. Despite his evident lack of concentration, it was always funny to be with him and you always found a way to put some academic ‘knowledge’ in his always wandering mind . But with a growing migraine, it was something else.You were used to them. They were terrible but you couldn’t stop living because of them. Of course, you could have called him to postpone the session, he would have understood, but you couldn’t leave him like that. He really wanted to graduate and he worked really hard for it with your help. It was his year,after all ! What kind of friend were you to abandon him that way ? Plus you loved seeing him so proud when he came with a C, holding his test sheet like a legendary treasure and a huge smile on his sweet face. So, with a groan you left your bed and began to prepare all your books for the study session. You took a painkiller, hoping that it would help at least a little. You could have told Eddie to come to your house for the session, but you already knew that it would be impossible for him to focus. He would look everywhere around the bedroom, making silly comments on the decoration (like ‘ Oooh, chains ? Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, Y/N. Well, I always had a doubt but my, my’) Or like one time…

Flashback

You were on your bed, writing some flying notes when you remembered that you needed your math notebook to finish them. Eddie was probably doodling on his at that moment. ‘Eddie ?’ He raised his head from his own notebook and put the pencil next to it. ‘Yes, sweetheart ?’ ‘ Can you grab me the black notebook in the first drawer, please ?’ ‘Of course, milady’,he said while bowing to you. He then left his chair and came before the drawers. The problem was that you had two kinds of chest of drawers. Both with books on top of them, so he couldn’t guess which one was the good one. So he mentally played eeny meeny miny moe and chose the one on his right. He opened it but his hand met something else than a simple notebook. You almost jumped when you heard a huge gasp behind you. Eddie’s face was pale while his raised hand held a frilly black bra. ‘W...Well it’s black but I never saw a notebook quite like that… Wrong drawer, right ?’ you buried your head in the nearest pillow, almost dying from shame. ‘If we used those to study, I guess I would have graduated on time or even earlier’ he said laughing, but you knew he tried to hide his discomfort. When you lifted your head you realized that he still had it in his hand. You were about to scold him when you saw that one of his rings got stuck in the lace.’I'm really sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to…’ You gently helped him out of it and said ‘It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I should have been more precise about the drawers’ he blushed so hard but quickly added in a confident tone.''Or maybe you tried to show me your underwear in a more subtle way, little temptress ?’ he said, raising an eyebrow and his eyes shining with a mischievous gleam . ‘ You tried to seduce me with your undergarments, enchantress, but this man…was already completely under your spell, sweetheart’ he said while kissing your hand. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at all his dramatic performance. ‘Shut up, Eds’ ‘You didn’t deny’ he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and tried to keep working but he was way too amused to work. So you had to call it a day.

End of flashback

And he really needed to focus on this test, which was half of his final result. It was difficult enough, it would be a shame that a black bra prevented him from graduating. So it was massive no.

By the time you were ready, the pain got worse and you really felt like throwing up. It always took a long time before the medication kicked in so you had to be patient, really patient. The daylight hurted so much that you could barely stand it. When you managed to get to your car without falling, you mentally congratulated yourself and started the engine. Its sound was unbearable, it was too loud for your ears and your brain for that matter. The drive wasn’t long but god, it felt like it because of the pain. You couldn’t even put on some light music, unless you wanted your head to explode. When you parked your car next to his trailer, it was a relief to finally be here. His uncle had a day off and had to do groceries and other various errands, so you had the trailer for yourself the whole day.

At the moment you raised your hand to knock, the door suddenly opened. ‘Hey, Y/N !’ ‘Hey !’ You were greeted by a bare chested Eddie with his hair completely messy and damped. You usually love the scents of his shampoo and body wash but today, it was torture. Plus, you tried really hard not to stare but it was difficult. He grinned when he noticed your eyes roaming on him that way. ‘How did you know that I was there ?’ ‘Well, you know that I have superpowers. No, I just heard your car while I was in the shower. So I jumped in the first pair of pants I found and came to greet my girlfriend’ he said and kissed your cheek. It took everything in you not to throw up on him. ‘So, wanna go inside while I change ?’ ‘Yeah’. In a very gentlemanly way, he made way for you to step in first ‘M’Lady’. You almost crashed on the couch while he ran to his room. By this time, it seemed like the painkiller finally kicked in. After around ten minutes, you saw Eddie’s head erupted from his bedroom. His hair was almost dry and he was fully clothed. ‘Ready for torture, princess ?’.If only he knew that you were already under torture. You nodded your head slowly to not make things worse, grabbed your things and came to his room. The session was boring, like Mrs Click herself but you kept going. ‘Sometimes, she reminds me of an old troll.’ he said while showing you a doodle of Mrs Click looking like a troll. ‘Me too, Eds. But here we need to focus. Promise we’ll have fun later.’ ‘Fun ? Fun like…?’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. ‘If you want, but first, study please’ you said, almost pleading with him. He looked at you and sighed. You knew that he couldn’t resist when you looked at him like that. By pure miracle, you got him to focus. He was able to answer most of the questions. You didn’t really have the time to feel good about it. In the middle of the questions, the pain came back stronger than this morning. It felt like a massive hammer fell on your head. You got black dots in your vision but you couldn’t stop. Eddie was doing pretty good this far and you had to keep going for him.

‘And the Battle of the Atlantic began ?’ ‘The 3rd September 1939 ! ’ he practically screamed in excitement. ‘Correct !’ You now had tunnel vision and the pain was unbearable. All you wanted to do was to put yourself in the dark and away from any kind of smell or sound.Eddie seemed to notice that something was off when you didn’t cheer in the usual way.

‘You okay ?’ he asked, concerned. You checked your watch and saw that you could take another painkiller if you wanted to. ‘Yeah, I just have a tiny migraine. I’ll take my medication and it’ll be fine. Right now, I think I need to get some fresh air.’ you said while smiling weakly. A flash of understanding appeared in Eddie’s eyes and took your hand in his. ‘We can stop if you want to rest. If you need anything, tell me. I’ll give it to you right away.’ ‘ Thank you but it’s gonna be okay’ you smiled, thankful. You tried to make your way to the kitchen, the pain was getting worse. You couldn’t even bear your own hair. You couldn’t tie them, unless you wanted to feel as if your brain was stuck on the elastic and you couldn’t let them down because it felt like it weighed a ton. A wave of nausea overwhelmed you completely. The tunnel vision was getting darker with each passing second. Your right hand grabbed a glass and you tried to reach the faucet with the left one. You felt like something exploded in your brain, a weird noise like a metal baseball bat hitting something inside your head.Dizziness overtook you. And after that, nothing. The void.

Eddie’s POV

He was worried for Y/N. He knew about her migraines but this one seemed worse. If only she had told him, they would have postponed it to another day and she could rest. She was so stubborn.

He suddenly heard a loud thud and the sound of broken glass. He bolted out of his room and found Y/N unconscious on the floor and shattered glass everywhere. ‘Y/N! Are you okay ? Can you hear me ?’ Nothing. When he took a closer look, he noticed that her right hand was bleeding. She had shredded pieces of glass in it. She slowly opened her eyes and found a panicked Eddie above her. At her expression, it felt like the pain came back instantly.‘Are you okay ?’ She slowly nodded her head. ‘Do you want me to take you to the hospital ?’ ‘No, I’m okay. I just lost my balance.’ His eyes widened.Her words were a bit slurred and she sounded like she had trouble talking. ‘Lost your balance ? You fainted, Y/N and now, you have problems talking and your hand is bleeding.’ At his word, you lifted your right hand and saw the shards of glass on it. ‘Okay, first if you feel well enough, I’ll help you to my bed and then I’ll prepare you another glass of water for the painkiller and I’m gonna grab the first aid kit for your hand. Sounds good ?’ he asked, his brown eyes filled with concern. You nodded once again. He helped you up as carefully as he could. You walked to his room and once he helped you to his bed, he closed all the curtains to make sure that no light could come through. He took the glass of water and then he went to the bathroom to take things to clean your wounds. He was running everywhere.

Y/N’s POV

You took your medication right away. The pain felt as if all the left side of your face had tinglings and was numb at the same time. You had trouble thinking straight. It definitely worsened but it hopefully would get better if you stayed in the dark for a while. Eddie came back, you felt guilty to put him in such a situation. When you had to take care of him, it felt natural but the other way round… He gently took your hand in his and approached the tweezer. ‘I’m really sorry if it hurts.’ He said, apologetically. His eyes were so gentle and full of concern, you wanted to kiss him. He managed to take almost all of it without hurting you. ‘You’re really brave, Y/N. The last time it happened to me, I cried like a huge baby.’ He said with a small smile in an attempt to make you laugh. ‘I remember. But thankfully for me, you’re better at being a sexy nurse than a patient.’ ‘Well, you still have a sense of humor. Good thing. Now I have to put in disinfectant. Sorry’ You barely hissed, the pain in your head being worse than the one in your hand. The way he looked at you made you melt. What did you do to deserve someone like him ?

Once your hand was cleaned and wrapped, you began to feel the effects of medication. Eddie placed himself behind you and asked ‘Do you want me to give you a scalp massage ?’ You nodded. ‘But you better take your rings off first. I don’t think you could take them off my hair after that. It would be worse than my bra.’ You heard him chuckle.’It was just one time ! Okay, I’ll take them off, but it’s just for you sweetheart.’ You don’t know why but you were sure that he winked. You nearly fell asleep as his long fingers traveled among your locks and he also rubbed your earlobes. After this, you fell to his chest and since you were feeling a bit better, you began to talk quietly. You talked about what you would do after high school. Maybe getting married, or being the modern Bonnie and Clyde, always on the run. You talked a bit about the next campaign or just music.

A sudden pain in your eyes interrupted the flow of your conversion. ‘Again ?’ He asked softly. ‘Yeah. This time both eyes’ He took his rings and put them back on his fingers. ‘Okay, time for my secret technique.” He whispered. He gently applied his ring cladded hand on both your eyes. The coolness of the rings helped a lot against the pain. Eddie murmured sweet words to your ears and even hummed some of your favorite songs. ‘Thank you’ You whispered. ‘Anytime, sweetheart’. And you fell asleep on him.

You woke up later in the afternoon alone. You smelled something coming from the kitchen. It didn't have a really good smell. You got up and went out of the room. Eddie had a pan in hands and whatever was inside had a weird color. His eyes lit up when he saw you.. ‘Hey ! How are you Sleeping Beauty ? I thought that you might be hungry. But considering what’s inside this pan, I think you’re not anymore’ He said, chuckling. ‘A bit better but I don’t think I can eat anything. I still feel a bit nauseous. But thank you’ ‘ Anything for you. You can grab whatever you want in the fridge, love’ You spent the rest of the day together and decided to take the study session to another day.

Timeskip

You were at the lunch table with the other Hellfire members. Eddie was late so you waited for him. Before he arrived, you talked with the others about their plans after high school. ‘I’ll probably go to…’ Sounds of a loud trumpet interrupted you. Eddie bursted in the cafeteria with Robin behind him. She was playing loudly and Eddie was ecstatic. He jumped on the table and grabbed your hand to make you jump with him. Even though they were all used to his antics, everybody had their eyes on him. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, after many years spent in this boring school with boring people and teachers I have finally an announcement that could raise a little hell in here. Y/N, would you give me the honor ?’ he said while handing you a piece of paper. ‘Mr Edward Munson will graduate at the end of the year of 86. He must pick his cap and gown before the next week’ Your heart could burst at any moment. As you finished your sentence, he put his cap on your head. The whole table and Robin applauded while the others around seemed uninterested. ‘Oh my God ! Congrats Eddie ! I’m so proud of you !’ you said and kissed him. You went off the table. ‘It’s all thanks to you, sweetheart! I completely aced Mrs Click’s test and all the others. We’re free ! We can go wherever you want.I love you so much. Thank you for everything’ He kissed you. ‘Anytime, Eds’

It really was his year. '86 baby like he said.

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conretewings · 2 years

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what about some random dude out in public sees viktor’s cane and limp and tells reader he could show her what it’s like to be with a ‘real man.’ back home, viktor shows her just what a real man can do (wink wink)

-Aaaah, intriguing. *runs hands together* I've never written for Viktor but! I do also love him, and I'll do my best here. :)

Viktor x fem!reader (NSFW! 18+ only!!)

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"Can you believe they mixed up the Acacia and Acaena genuses? I mean, I understand they're similarly spelled but honestly..."

"Well, not everyone is as passionate and sharp-eyed as you, dear."

Stars twinkle above in the blue-purple evening skies, the rain shower from earlier making the cobblestones shine under the light from streetlamps and windows as you walk arm-in-arm with Viktor down a shop-lined street. Having both been cooped up in your respective labs for the greater part of a week and not having time to see each other, you'd finally managed to find said time (and managed to pry him away from his desk) to head out on a much-needed date.

You'd heard about an upcoming exhibition on plants, flowers and their various adaptations to different environments at the largest and nicest museum in Piltover, and being an enthusiastic botanist you couldn't pass up the chance. When you'd suggested the idea Viktor had been...less enthused yet still intrigued; perhaps this would be a welcome distraction from his own intense schedule, a breath of fresh air to help him refocus. Not to mention, spending an evening with you was a delightful idea in itself.

"One would think that, being a scientific institution, they would make certain displays were correctly labeled before it opened. What if people learned the wrong plant names and made a fool of themselves? Or which would be pleasant in your home and which would release revolting smelling pollen?!" you continue with self-assured indignation.

A bemused, teasing smile tugs at Viktor's mouth, "What indeed. Goodness it would be a shame if someone walked into their kitchen to find it ruined by a houseplant. Truly a tragedy."

"Very funny, Viktor." you dryly reply, then pause suddenly, gently pulling your arm from his and gazing forlornly at your feet. He stops as well, eyebrow raised in question and you sigh, "I'm...sorry I get so...into my field. I know it's not your thing."

He hums, shifting his weight and giving his cane a few thoughtful taps on the ground, then points to a nearby planter overflowing with red and pink blooms, "What are those flowers called?"

"They're begonias...?" you reply, mildly confused.

"Ah, see, without you I might never have known that," he turns to look at you, "But now I do. The point is, though our passions and fields of study are different, it doesn't mean we can't appreciate and even learn from each other's," his lips quirk up in a small smile, slender fingers on your chin to tilt your face upward and you almost have to stop yourself from kissing him right then, "Sometimes looking at different things, or the same from a new angle, affords you a better understanding and love for them."

Touched, you break into a shy yet beaming grin, simultaneously hating and loving how easily he could make your face warm and heart flutter. You lean forward enough to bump your nose against his with a tiny huff of a laugh.

"How dare you make me blush like a smitten teenager...but thank you..."

He tilts his head ever so much, a silent signal and you do the same, your lips finally meeting with the softest touch and you swear you could melt to join the puddles in the cobblestones below. Pulling away, he moves to take your arm again and you both resume walking, chatting more about the exhibit and Viktor's newest discoveries with his own research.

A few minutes later, among the many small shops you pass a bakery and patisserie, it's windows bordered with tiny lights and displaying a neatly written sign declaring a '50% off sale on our famous macaroons!'

"I've actually never had a macaroon." you muse aloud, and Viktor shrugs, "Nor have I."

An idea grabs hold and you grin, telling him with a quick peck on the cheek you'll 'be right back!' and pull away to slip inside. Viktor shakes his head lightly with another crooked smile, then pulls a book from his coat pocket and steps off more out of the way to await.

Mere minutes later, you emerge cradling a neatly folded white paper bag containing four assorted flavors-in your enthusiasm you'd forgotten to ask Viktor what sort he may like-when you pass an all-too-familiar figure just entering the shop, who does a double-take and smirks, faking surprise.

"Ah, we meet again, miss." he says coolly, his voice like velvet and yet sandpaper.

Oh no. Your smile and stomach drop as you remember dealing with him a mere couple hours before at the very exhibit you and Viktor had recently left; he'd approached you when you'd wandered away from your date for a moment to more closely inspect a display, asking if you'd like to join him for drinks...and it had taken several increasingly curt refusals before he'd begrudgingly given up.

"That offer still stands, you know," he continues with a clumsy bow, "I would love to show such a lovely creature a lovely time..."

"As I've already stated, several times if I recall, I'm not interested, and happily spoken for thank you-" close to him as you are, you're able to catch the whiff of alcohol on his breath and clothes; apparently he'd already started without you and your nose wrinkles, "And it seems my company wasn't needed for your inebriation anyway. Good night."

Without waiting you turn on your heel and stalk back to Viktor, your heart instantly at ease when he looks up-then his expression shifts as his eyes dart behind you, and you glance to see you, unfortunately, had a tag along. Reaching Viktor you immediately link your arm with his and spin to face the absolute buffoon who it seemed was more determined than you thought.

"Erm, who...?" wonders Viktor aloud, catching your gaze as he slips the book back into his pocket.

That gaze then settles fiercely on the man, silently warning him to leave, "He asked if I wished to join him. I politely declined. Multiple times. Let's go, darling."

The man takes a quick step to the side, blocking your paths. His face has warped from a cool yet polite smile to one of irritable disgust as he suddenly scans Viktor up and down, noting his slender frame, cane and slightly unsteady gait. Viktor glowers back at him, as much for your sake as his own, knowing exactly what the man was thinking.

Unable or unwilling to suppress a sarcastic laugh the man scoffs, "Really now? You would choose him, this frail thing, over someone like myself? Goodness my sweet, you're beautiful and vibrant! Surely you can find a real man to attach yourself to! Luckily for you," he tugs on his lapels and tosses you a wink, "I'm more than happy to show you what it's like to be with a real man..."

You feel your rage bubble up so swiftly it steals your voice for a moment, but just as you open your mouth, Viktor lays his hand across your arm reassuringly before standing up tall, a cold fire in his eyes and voice steely, "In my experience, sir, I've always observed that those who feel it necessary to declare themselves 'real men' with the most conviction are often, ironically, farthest from it."

The silence that follows is deafening, as the man's face reddens from indignation and fury. It takes much of your self-control not to laugh at the sight, and without another word you and Viktor quickly step around him and vanish into the crowd.

-When you two finally reach your humble but cozy apartment, you were both chuckling about the whole situation, though you were still fuming as well. You toss your coat over a chair, kick off your high-heeled shoes and stalk to your kitchenette to prep some tea, having to move a tray of seedlings you'd placed on the stovetop earlier.

"The sheer audacity-!" you huff, grabbing two mugs from a cupboard, "Who does he think he is?! Pestering me and insulting you! What an oaf."

Viktor has, meanwhile, settled himself into a cushion covered dining chair and rests his chin on his knuckles as he watches you bustle about. Observing you work, whether in your greenhouse lab or here, is something he always enjoys; your quick, graceful movements almost like a dance, he realizes. He smiles, remembering what he'd said earlier about appreciating different ways of looking at things.

Bringing over both your steaming, fragrant mugs on a small tray with proper accompaniments and a plate containing the macaroons you set the lot on the table and flop into a high back wicker chair next to him, still mumbling about what the man had said to Viktor and move to prep your tea.

At last you register him watching you, a bemused smile tugging at his mouth and wonder, "What?"

"It seems you're more upset by this matter than myself."

"Well how could I not be upset after what he said to you? Insinuating you're somehow lesser than him just because you need a cane. If ever we see him again you should see how he would like it stuck in certain places."

Viktor snorts out a laugh, then gestures to your leg, and you gracefully lift it to rest your ankle across his knee as he begins to massage the muscles of your foot and calf with one slender hand, the other holding his mug, "No, no, that would be terrible, and besides I like this one..." a mischievous smirk tugs at his mouth, "Perhaps we'll find a more suitable item instead."

You both share a devious laugh, turning the conversation then to other topics, sipping your tea and enjoying this treasured, all-too-brief time together. Lazily, you stretch out the leg Viktor was still absently massaging with a contented sigh, "Thnak you again for this, love. It's so wonderfully soothing..."

As you stretch, your dress slips, sliding down your legs so far your upper thighs are fully exposed, a tantalizing glimpse of the garter straps that hold your stockings and lace-edged panties just visible. Viktor's sharp eyes do not fail to notice, and a jolt of heat courses through him to settle in his core, spreading to other areas and words are suddenly harder to grasp. The ever-constant analytical portion of his mind turns this over, pondering why his reaction is so strong and quickly finds the answer; your intellect and passion for knowledge has been on full display tonight, as well as your ferocity and unwillingness to roll over and let injustices toward things or people you care about stand. All of these are things he finds irresistibly magnetic about you, and though he dared not admit it aloud, quite arousing. Those coupled with the lack of any time for...intimate activity lately and now abrutply finding your negligee on display combine to temporarily muddle his senses.

You can't help but notice his silence, nor the way his cheeks and ears redden or the sudden flash in his golden eyes.

"What is it-oh, goodness-" you ask then stammer upon glancing down and seeing the state you're in. You reach to pull your dress back into place when his hand shoots forward and covers yours, holding it fast. His skin is so warm, and his thumb rubs small circles on your inner thigh; between his touch and the intensity of his gaze you feel a shiver dance up your spine. The mood in the air between the both of you shifts, and you barely resist biting your lip at the anticipation of what that gaze promised.

"What's all this about?" you smirk, full well recognizing the suggestive gleam in his eyes and welcoming what came with it but playing coyly innocent.

He huffs out a small laugh and answers in a low tone, "It just occurred to me what would have been, perhaps, an even better answer for that bastard..." just as slowly, he moves himself off his chair to kneel in front of you, gliding his hands up both your legs until they rest against your hips, enjoying your ever reddening face as you realize his intentions, "A real man is one who loves and appreciates his partner, one who helps and supports them..." his lips graze the inside of your thigh, thumb gliding under the edge of your panties as he moves your legs apart more and you let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh. He can feel his cock twitch at the noise and knowing how much he's already turning you on but focuses.

"And also..." he hums, breath ghosting over your most sensitive spots, making you have to fight back a squirm, "One who loves to please and make them happy..."

Your heart is racing, heat pooling in your belly and hands gripping the chair, marveling at and welcoming this unexpected boldness, but you have little more time to admire the downright sinful look in his eyes before he moves your panties aside with deft fingers and plants a soft kiss upon your mound. That alone is enough to elicit a gasp, yet those gasps swiftly turn to soft moans as his tongue joins in, gently and lovingly lapping at your folds. One shaking hand goes to his hair, tangling itself in his deep chocolate tresses and you whisper his name.

His gaze, now positively burning with desire, meets yours and you can feel more than see his smile, free hand gripping the smooth skin of your thigh to keep you where he wanted. He moves his attentions upwards, dragging his tongue over your clit and gently sucking and you nearly come undone right then, head falling back against the wicker with a loud whine.

It's far too short a time, not that either of you are noting it's passage, before you can feel the burning, familiar coiling in your core, threatening to snap and your back involuntarily arches, your body seeming to move on it's own toward his, seeking more of the pleasure coursing through you.

"V-Viktor-!" you groan, "I-!"

His own groans, lustful and encouraging, rumble from deep in his chest and reverberate through you, aided by his tongue delving briefly inside you before sliding up again to circle that sensitive pearl, faster this time and finally, you fall over the edge.

Gasping, shaking, your body arcs, moaning his name repeatedly like a prayer while the waves of ecstasy wash over you and his strong grip holds you in place as much as possible as his mouth continues it's work until you're almost overstimulated and definitely spent.

Both your breaths ragged, he tenderly kisses the inside of your thighs again, one then the other before meeting your eyes with his golden ones, the smugness and desire burning there. You reach a shaking hand to run your fingers down his face and murmur your love for him, still half out of it from the intensity of your orgasm.

A tiny, falsely innocent grin graces his handsome face, "You seem a bit, eh, out of sorts darling. What happened?"

You chuckle, "Cheeky man...I wasn't expecting, well, that."

He helps you stand, pulling you into a hug and you shudder anew at feeling a familiar pressure against your lower belly. Smirking up at him you raise your eyebrow, "What do you think about continuing this in my room love...?"

"What about the tea? It'll get cold." he teases, pulling you a little closer.

"Oh sweet Viktor..." you smirk, running your hands from his shoulders to his waist, letting them drift to his ass and biting your lip, "I trust it's going to be hot enough in here it won't matter..."

#arcane #arcane fanfiction #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #nsf/w #minors begone #very spicy #oh geez I tried #*hides face*#i hope you like this

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Ghost | Yule at the Abbey | A SiS Prequel

Yule at the Abbey | A Sinners in Secret Prequel Story Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x [LIGHT] Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III

Rating: Mature [No Sex but we get close LOL] Warnings: Mention of death? IDK this one is pretty fluffy

A/N: Here is a belated Holiday gift to all my fellow Ghesties, thank you for all the support you've shown me in the last few months. I'm so grateful for the love and support, I have so many things planned for the new year including opening up commissions once Sinners is done.

I hope you all enjoy this story, I may end up making a sequel if people are happy with this because I did end up cutting a lot out...

The Eve of Yule

The sounds of my fellow junior siblings excited giggling was what woke me up. The three other sisters were standing at our window looking outside, faces pressed to the glass.

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I sat up.

"Sister, look! It snowed overnight, that must be good luck right?" One of them smiled brightly as I padded over to them from my bed.

The Abbey was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, fluffy swirls in the air as the wind blew across the grounds. I could already see the grounds keeping siblings and some ghouls shoveling paths from the various buildings and Primo's greenhouse. I smiled softly for a moment at the picturesque landscape and it was all just in time for the yule holiday.

I heard the chime of the first bell, signaling the one hour mark till our lessons began and I stretched out lazily. Walking back to my bed and dresser I pulled out my daily uniform, thick stockings, and junior habit.

"Let's get ready, Cardinal Copia won't appreciate us being late to class even if there's three feet of snow out there. Although, he does seem to have a soft spot for you, Sister." One sibling giggled, my cheeks flushed slightly as I tugged my nightgown over my head and pulled on my thick wool winter habit.

"Ha ha. Very funny." I said dryly, rolling my eyes despite the small smile on my face. "The Cardinal is a good man, he just likes that I have a talent for languages is all.”

“At least you’ve caught someone’s eye. Papa won’t even look at me!” One sister lamented, pretending to dramatically faint onto her bed. The other two sisters giggling and diving into a heated conversation about Papa Emeritus III and his particular prowess. I tuned them out, happy to get ready for my day.

I’d been at the Abbey now for almost a year now, settling into a new way of life relatively quickly. I’d followed a tug in my heart I’d had for years, pulling the string as I followed the siren song and found myself at the Abbey. My family hadn’t been happy, in fact they borderline disowned me over it, I still sent letters back and forth with my parents and my grandmother. They didn’t always respond but it was mostly pleasant when they did. I’d left behind my clothes, my phone, my laptop; all of my modern possessions for the call I’d followed. It was a simple life here at the Abbey, one that felt more purposeful and more aligned with who I felt deep down I was.

Instead of spending my days in an office, grinding myself into a more corporate appropriate version of myself with nothing to show for it, I worked in the library putting away books between my lessons. I’d struck up a friendship with Papa Emeritus I, Primo as he’d asked me to call him. He and I would trade books for flowers and company, I’d help him in the garden and he’d help me with my basic ritual herbs work. I felt at home in my life for the first time in a long time, both satisfied and almost happy about what I was doing. However there was still a part of me that longed for more, that particular tug between my collarbones sharp when I was around a particular pair of senior clergymen.

“Sister, are you ready yet? I want to grab breakfast before we’re too late!”

I was pulled from my thoughts, shaking my head and smiling at the Sister who had waited for me to come back to earth.

“Y-yes! Sorry, clearly I’m still half asleep.” I laughed as she and I grabbed our cloaks and scarves as we hurried from our dorm rooms to the main abbey building.

The main building was where not only all the main offices were but the library, the dining hall, kitchens, classrooms, and the church itself was located. It was also where the senior siblings and clergy members had their own rooms; they kept us junior siblings in our own space so as to not overwhelm us as we adjusted to life at the Abbey. Though, many of my sisters joked that we junior sisters were kept in our own dorm building to keep the wandering eyes of the clergymen from snatching us up in the name of the carinal sins; not that many of us would complain truth be told.

My Sisters and I chatted and laughed as we made our way quickly in the snow, almost slipping on a hidden patch of ice at one point. When we were finally inside again, I dusted my cloak off and hung it in the entryway where all the other siblings kept their cloaks in the winter time on days like today. Quickly we made our way to the crowded informal dining hall, bustling with siblings and ghouls trying to eat and get warm on the chilly December day.

The hall itself was set up much like a cafeteria at any school or business, however there were far more options for anyone with any dietary preference. Today, with it being the day before Yule celebrations, the entire space was decked out in evergreen branches and tinsel and baubles of deep red and gold. Swags of red and gold fabric hung from the tutor style rafters, with soft glinting yellow lights bringing a glow to the space.

“They really blew any Christmas traditions I had out of the water…” One sibling behind me in line said, eyes looking around the space.

Another warning chime went off as I was waiting to snag french toast and I groaned, knowing I wouldn’t have enough time to have a real breakfast before classes. Instead I grabbed an english muffin with peanut butter and tea in a to-go mug. I was about to run off before stopping and snagging a second to-go mug with a small blush. I rushed towards the door, stopping only to let my roommates know I was heading right to class, I hurried off as they teased me about being the class pet.

…

I was always the first one to lessons when my day started with Latin.

Would I ever admit why I was the first one there, sitting with rapt attention, in the front row? No. But today, I was very happy to be the first one there.

Cardinal Copia was sitting at his desk, birreta perched slightly askew, as he hunched over his notes for the class. I bit my lip, trying to prevent a goofy smile as I looked at his face of absolute concentration as he scribbled something. I knocked on the doorframe so as to not startle him, he looked up at me with a quirk of his lips.

“Good Morning, Cardinal.” I said, a cheery smile on my face as I walked up to his desk. “I brought you some tea, thought it might be nice on a cold morning like this.

“Thank you, Sorella. I do really appreciate it. The Abbey, she is drafty in winter.” He chuckled, an appreciative look in his eye as he took the cup from my outstretched hands. I fought the urge to blurt out ‘I could keep you warm at night if you’d let me’ and instead went with a more appropriate approach at conversation.

“I’m sure the wind and snow must not have helped either,” I watched him as leaned back in his chair, gesturing to the empty one across from his desk as was part of our morning ritual before class, I sat down before continuing. “It must be good luck for this much snow before Yule.”

“Ah, I do not know about luck on Yule. I seem to have my fair share of bad luck at this time of year.” He sighed, sipping from the mug in his hands.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Cardinal. The holidays have always been my favorite time of year, if I’m being honest, Sir.” I smiled, my mind drifting to when I was young at Christmas time. “I’ve always loved winter, even when I was little. The festive and joyous feeling in the air is just infectious to me.”

“I envy your optimism, Sorella.” Cardinal Copia chucked with a sort of sad, wry smile. “Maybe someday I can share that infectious feeling with you.”

“W-what?” I blurted, cheeks flushing at the implications of his words. Copia also sputtered, cheeks redding as he realized his wording.

“Me scusi, Sister. I meant with all of the siblings. You are not the only one who is excited by the holidays.” He backtracked, eyes unable to meet my flaming face. “Sometimes I forget a word here and there. My English is not always so good.”

“I-it's alright, Cardinal! It’s very impressive you know as many languages as you do.” I said as I tried to calm my pounding heart and flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry you don’t care for the holidays, are you at least coming to the Yule Mass and festivities tonight?”

“Si, si. I will be there, Papa Emeritus the third will need my help with some of the ritual. It will be a late night for all of us,” Cardinal Copia smiled warmly, sipping his tea at the same time as me. “Are you looking forward to it, Sorella? It is your first yule mass, yes?”

“It is and yes I’m very excited.” I laughed, crossing my legs under me as we relaxed into easy conversation as always. “I grew up catholic so we’d gone to Midnight Mass a few times, I’d never paid any attention to what was going on because the church had always been so spectacularly decorated. It was very distracting to a seven year old you know.”

“Wait till you see the space tonight, it will leave you in awe. Ie lo prometto, I promise.” He smiled wryly at me. “I know most of the siblings are more excited about Secondo’s after mass party, though I normally retire for the evening before that.”

"You won't celebrate with us, Cardinal?" I couldn't help my face falling slightly at the idea of Copia tucked away in his rooms without anyone with him.

"Ah, probably not Sorella." He chuckled, standing to transfer his notes onto the blackboard "I think I am getting too old to keep up with the siblings at a Secondo party."

"Well I'll be thinking of you…" I said before my cheeks flushed.

"You will be thinking of me, eh?" He teased, turning back to smirk at me, wagging the white chalk in his hand at me.

"Cardinal I…" I started to say something back to try and save my dignity but I could hear the sounds of my fellow junior siblings coming to join us for class and I made the decision to not stick my foot in my mouth any more than I already had.

…

Our Latin class passed quickly as always, though most of my fellow juniors might not have agreed with me.

"Ah, our time has come to an end. Please all of you remember yourselves tonight, Si? The Midnight Mass tonight will be a good way to test your comprehension skills." Copia called out over the sound of the other packing up their things.

I hung back slightly, tempted to have another little conversation, but when I saw another sibling asking for him to go over the translations again I knew I wouldn't have time before I'd be due at the library. I gave him a small wave as he caught my eye, his mismatched eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't put a name to. I snagged his mug, now empty, and dropped them off at the kitchens before heading over to the library.

The halls were abuzz with activity, everyone excited and restless for tonight festivities. Several ghouls were helping other siblings with finalizing decor and hiding various symbols of good luck in the evergreen trees that decorated the main halls. I had a smile I couldn't seem to get rid of as I slipped inside the ancient wood doors of the library.

"Good afternoon, Sister." I greeted the senior sister who directed the library before grabbing the cart full of books to be put back.

"Ah, afternoon Sister! It should be a quiet time today, between the Yule activities and the snow we were blessed with, it doesn't seem like many people are all that interested in books today." She laughed, I gave a little shrug.

"I don't mind a quiet shift before lunch, besides it's going to be a late night tonight."

"Very true Sister, let me know once you finish putting these away and we can get you set up to work on some small translations. You have a real skill that is rare with dead languages.'

"Yes of course, Sister. Thank you." I smiled brightly before heading to put away the old and practically crumbling leather bound books.

My work was slow but enjoyable as I scooted around the quiet library, tucking books back into their proper homes. I lost track of the time, humming to myself and not paying attention. I was up on a ladder when I felt the familiar tug, tucked deep inside my sternum. I shuddered at the feeling, like someone was dragging a single finger nail right down my spine. On my tiptoes I reached to slip a book back in its spot and the ladder wobbled slightly. I gave a little screech as I tried to hold tight to the wood, completely off balance. My foot slipped and I closed my eyes, waiting to hit the ground. Instead I felt arms coming to steady me at the waist.

"You must be more careful, Sorella. We would not want anything to come to our newest translator, si?"

I opened my eyes and blushed bright red, Papa Emeritus the third himself had caught me. He was smirking mischievously at me, his gloved hands warm even through my wool habit.

"Y-yes your Eminence. Of course, I'm sorry for not being more careful." I stuttered, fumbling my words as he helped me back to the ground.

"Ah, it is okay Sister. It was an accident, yes? No harm." He chuckled. "Now, please allow me to help you."

"O-oh no, Papa it's okay. I couldn't ask you to hel-" I started, already flustered and now working to the point of almost panic.

"Nonsense, per favor Sorella." He laughed, taking the large book from my arms and stepping up the ladder to slip it back into its place. "I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

I could feel the coil of that familiar tug deep in my chest, the familiar warmth as Papa and I worked together to quickly empty the cart. Not that I had much left when he joined me, but having some company was nice. He asked me about my budding translation work, impressed at how quickly I'd picked up Latin. I had asked him about the ghost project and when he'd be going on tour in the new year. We chatted happily, occasionally to the point of distracting each other. When the final book was tucked away he turned to me with a triumphant look on his face.

"There, Sorella. Perfecto!" He boomed, I couldn't help but giggle. "I will see you tonight, yes? Midnight Mass?"

"Yes of course Papa," I smiled, growing flushed as he stepped close to me. "I-I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good, good. Who knows what surprises await us tonight eh?"

…

Midnight Mass

Cardinal Copia hadn't been kidding when he said that the Satanic Clergy’s version of Midnight Mass on Yule would blow anything I’d seen as a child out of the water.

The Abbey’s main lights had been turned off for the evening. Instead all the fireplaces had been stoked to blaze brightly with merry yule logs and a little help from the fire ghouls. Along with the strings of twinkling warm lights in every tree in the halls were lanterns with pillar candles of all sizes lighting the pathways between the main Abbey and various dorms and outbuildings. Inside were more paths and gathered spots of candles, giving everything a devilish glow. There were also small pots of incense burning a warm and cozy combination of cinnamon, orange, and clove. It reminded me of the simmer pots I’d have at home before joining the siblings.

From the main halls of the Abbey, filled with tired but excited siblings, we followed the sound of the light music coming from the church. There was a long hallway that connected to two spaces, decorated with candles and swags of evergreen branches and glittering gold ornaments. Once down the hall, I stepped into the vestibule, giving a small nod and an offering of holly to the statue of Baphomet in the vestibule before excitedly following my roommates to our pew.

When I stepped into the nave my jaw fell open.

The entire church hall was lit by an exorbitant amount of variously sized candles along the aisles on the outsides of the pews. There were swags of evergreen, holly, and tinsel strung between the massive stained glass windows. Poinsettia plants were placed everywhere on the raised dias and altar, bringing a fragrant scent to the already thick incense in the air. There was an enormous yule tree on either side of the statue depicting Lucifer’s fall in the center of the dias, decorated with soft golden lights and red baubles.

The entire space was glowing in an otherworldly haze, between the burning pots of incense and candle glow. It really did take my breath away. I couldn’t focus on anything around me as we all settled in for Mass, hands crossed in prayer as we waited for the processional to begin. We were seated in the middle of the rows of pews, however I was right on the aisle and I couldn’t help but wonder if my sisters did it on purpose, thinking back to how the teased me about the Cardinal. The strike of the organ pulled my eyes from the front of the church to the back as all of us siblings stood and looked back. The massive, ornately carved wooden doors opened up and so began the procession of the Emeritus family.

Leading the processional was Primo, walking with a grucifix staff, he was dressed in his chasuble and miter. His painted face was stoic, serious as he looked up at the altar with reverence. When his eyes drifted to me, his eyes softened and he winked at me. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as he passed me.

Next was Secondo, also dressed in his chasuble and miter, he was carrying the sacred book of Lucifer. His painted face always made me feel like I was in trouble and even in the act of Mass I squirmed when his eyes passed over me, trying to appear smaller than I was to not catch the man’s sharp gaze. Papa Nihil was escorting Sister Imperator, who was dressed in her finest for the holiday. Nihil was followed by the set of twins who were bringing his oxygen with them, both of them having a slightly otherworldly aura to them.

The next person in the processional was Cardinal Copia, I felt my cheeks flush as I took him in as he slowly made his way up towards the altar. He was wearing neither of his cassocks, instead he was wearing a sinfully tight white suit. White tail coat, brocade vest, and impossibly tight pants. He still wore his black leather gloves, in them was clenched the chain of the thurible he was swinging back and forth with practiced ease. The smoke incense trailing back behind him, causing him to look ethereal and otherworldly as he made his way past me. I felt that now familiar tug behind my collarbone, deep in my chest, and I couldn’t help but squirm with my cheeks flushed. Copia’s mismatched eyes locked with mine and he gave me a small shy smile. I bit my bottom lip to hold back the grin that threatened to spill.

I looked back at the doors and was smacked in the face with Papa Emeritus the Third in his full papal glory. It was so rare to see him in anything but his papal suit, seeing him in his papal robes took my breath away. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my throat and throw itself at his feet. Terzo stood with his arms held out, a small smirk on his face as he took in the awe on the face of all of us new siblings. He was dressed in his miter and chasuble, both embellished in threads of gold and glittering beading. The silk on the inside was a royal purple, slightly shining in the low light as he made his way up the aisle to the altar. His white gloves had been traded for black leather ones with claws on the tips like fingernails, an image of him running them down my bare back flashed in my mind before I could stop it. Like he could hear my thoughts, Terzo’s eyes locked with mine and he smirked wickedly as he winked at me. My heart tugged at him painfully, as if to tell me that I’d be saved from my troubles in life if I was to throw myself at his feet, kissing his hem and begging for forgiveness.

I had to turn away from him as he passed, cheeks burning as I looked up at the altar as Copia tucked the thurible away in the cabinet at the front of the room. He looked deliciously sinful as he bowed his head, offering prayer to the statue of Lucifer, before moving to bow to Terzo as he made his way to the altar.

“Good Yule Evening, my flock.” Terzo welcomed us, arms held out again in a welcoming opening of them. “Let us offer prayer to our Dark Lord on this Yule Mass.”

As the congregation mumbled their prayers, heads bowed, I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift up to the pair of men at the front of the room. Terzo in his element, leading us in prayer, and Copia working to set up the tools needed for the ritual. I felt my heart pounding and threatening to burst from my chest as I secretly watched them together, small smiles and whispered words I desperately wished I could hear. The familiar tug almost felt like it would physically tug me from my seat.

As the opening prayer finished, Terzo continued on with mass. He spoke of the Yule traditions and how they celebrated the seven sacraments of sin, he told us to remember that our ability to sin and follow our hearts was a gift from Lucifer. That we shouldn't waste that gift in the new year as the snow slowly melts away to bring on rebirth. My cheeks flushed as he spoke of following our deepest, secret desires; feeling two pairs of mismatched eyes on me as my cheeks flushed. My mind wandered as he spoke, only coming back to the moment as a familiar voice took over speaking. My eyes brightened as Cardinal Copia came to stand at the pulpit to take over for Terzo.

“Merry Yuletides to you all.” He started, eyes scanning over the crowd as he started on his sermon.

I couldn’t help but let my mind zone out again, watching the way he worked the crowd of us siblings and partitioners.Everyone was locked in on the Cardinal as he spoke, his passion and his emotions as he spoke of Lucifer and the value of sin in our lives. He spoke of the Book of Lucifer and read us a psalm speaking of the idea of the seven sinful commandments and how even little movements in our everyday lives could bring us the opportunity to bring glory to his Eternal Darkness below.

Before I knew it my mind wasn’t on the sermon that was being given, instead it was distracted by how broad Cardinal Copia’s shoulders look in his white suit. I watched how his lips moved as he spoke, how his cheeks flushed as he was sucked into what he was speaking about. My eyes drifted from Copia’s spirited speech to take in Terzo, sitting in his chair on the altar. My heart tugged longingly at them both, and in all honesty I was unsure what that meant.

…

Mass finished surprisingly quickly, though I was only half focused on the actual sermons the whole time. Watching Terzo and Copia as they spoke of sin and bringing of good luck in the new year to come, wishing us joy and laughter, was what I really focused on. My cheeks flushed when I was given the sacrament, Terzo giving me a wink as he placed the wafer on my tongue.

After Mass most of the siblings excitedly made their way to the large hall in the abbey where the large parties were thrown, some of us lingered behind to speak with other siblings and parishioners who’d joined us. I saw Cardinal Copia standing to the side, speaking with Primo quietly, small warm smiles between them. I saw my perfect opportunity and couldn’t help the grin I tried to stifle as I made my way over to them.

“Happy Yuletide Papa Primo, you as well Cardinal.” I said happily, trying to keep my face neutral as my heart threatened to tear itself from my sternum. “Your sermon, Cardinal, was wonderful.”

“Ah, Piccola! Happy Yuletide to you as well.” Primo grinned, pulling me into a warm hug. “I hope I will see you at il mio fratellino party, yes?”

“Of course, Papa Primo.”

“Child, I have told you before, you do not have to call me Papa. Primo is fine.” He laughed, teasingly wiggling his finger at me before turning it on Copia. “I will see you there then, si? You too, Cardinal?”

“Ah…I, well-” Cardinal Copia stuttered, cheeks flushed at being put on the spot. “Si?”

“Good, now if you will excuse me…” And with a satisfied little grin, the eldest Emeritus brother left Copia and I were left to ourselves in the almost empty church hall.

“Happy Yule to you too, Sorella. Thank you.” Copia turned to me, I prayed the low light of the candles made it harder for him to see the blush on my cheeks. “I’m glad it resonated with you.”

“I did, it was very inspirational.” It had been…at least for my absolutely filthy thoughts of what I wanted a worked up Cardinal Copia to do to me.

“Would you like to aco-” Copia started before something was dangled between us.

A gloved hand held a sprig of mistletoe with a cheery red bow holding the bundle together. Copia and I both whipped our heads in the direction of the hand holding mistletoe, my cheeks now positively on fire.

“Papa?” Cardinal Copia’s voice was tight and hard, his eyes had a dark look that made me shiver slightly.

“Si Cardinale?” He asked, face the picture perfect image of innocence as he stood there, now only in his papal suits and paints.

“What are you doing?”

“It seems I have caught the festive yuletide spirit and just happened upon a sprig of mistletoe.”

“And why are you holding it above Sorella and I’s head?”

“Sto solo cercando di portare un po' di spirito festivo a quelli che ne hanno più bisogno, Cardinale.” I'm just trying to bring some festive spirit to the ones who need it most, Cardinal. Terzo said, smirking while he pretended to inspect his nails through the glove of his free hand.

“Lucifero aiutami…” Copia growled, rubbing his temples.

“W-we don’t have to if you don’t want to Cardinal.” I spoke softly, eyes unable to look right at him as I felt that tug in my chest going absolutely feral at the idea of him kissing me or walking away.

Copia looked right at me then and I had to hold back a whimper at the intense look in his eyes, heat pooling in my belly just from the desire plain in his gaze. He stepped forward, one gloved hand coming up to cup my head softly. His fingertips cupped around my neck as his thumb settled at the corner of my jaw. My pulse was thundering in my ears as he tilted my head to look right at him, my lips parted without thinking as I tried not to pant. Slowly and deliberately he closed the distance between us, my eyes slipping closed as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. It was gentle and caring, full of unspoken moments between us. I felt that tugging urge in my chest shudder through my whole body, alight with what felt like an electric shock, and I gasped slightly into the kiss. I fought the urge to wrap my arms around him, to never let him step away, and felt the Cardinal stiffen. As quickly as it happened it was over, Copia stepped away with a hunger in his gaze. I was practically breathless, looking at him with almost reverent awe.

“You call that a kiss, Cardinale?” Terzo teased, seemingly unaware of the unspoken movement between Copia and I. “Let me show you how to kiss Sorella under the mistletoe, si?”

Without even warning me, already dazed and unfocused from the lighting dancing in my veins at the kiss I just shared with Copia, Terzo wrapped one arm around the small of my waist. I looked away from Copia and at Terzo as he stepped so close I could feel his body heat rolling off him.

“Papa?” I asked questioningly, looking up at the mistletoe he now held over him and I.

“This is how you kiss someone under the mistletoe, Cardinale.” He chuckled before he dropped the sprig and held the back of my head, absolutely crushing me to his lips.

I gasped, eyes widening slightly before slipping closed, as Terzo coaxed my lips to follow his lead. My hands came to rest on his upper arms as I practically clung to him for balance as his tongue slipped into my mouth, I gasped. Despite the mostly flirty relationship I had with Papa, I’d never thought about kissing him like I had with Copia. But actually kissing him now? My god now I understood why my roommates would go on an on about him.

I felt the same electric feeling I’d felt with Copia moments ago, tingling down to my fingertips and toes. My heart was rattling in its place in the cage of my ribs, desperate to climb into Terzo’s chest and never leave. A heat pooled in my belly at the feeling of Terzo’s hand on my waist gripping me tightly to him, the hand in my hair possessive, and when he let out a low growl I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from my mouth to his. That was when he stepped away, I felt as if I was unmoored at sea as I opened my eyes and saw the ragged look on Terzo’s face. My cheeks were on fire as he smirked at me as I subconsciously leaned forward to go in for another kiss.

“Ah, one kiss per mistletoe Sorella.” He chuckled before looking at Copia, who’d I’d almost forgotten was there. “That, dear Cardinale, is how you kiss someone under the mistletoe.”

I looked at Copia and almost took a step back from the pair of clergymen. Copia’s eyes were deep and dark, a curiously dangerous look on his face. He was looking at me like a starving man who found the last rabbit in the dead of winter. I felt myself grow wet under his eyes, squirming slightly with a flush to my cheeks.

“L'hai sentito anche tu?” Copia asked Terzo who nodded yes. I wasn’t quite sure what he had said so I looked away, cheeks flushed. Copia sighed heavily as he took my hand, kissing the knuckles and side stepping Terzo and I. “Happy Yule, Sorella. Please excuse me.”

My heart was breaking, the clenching ache causing tears to threaten to well up in my eyes. I longed to go after him, to speak with him about what had just happened here. I took one step towards his retreating form and Terzo caught my hand.

“Not tonight, Sorella. Leave him be, si?” He sighed, a small sad look on his face. “Yule has always been his least favorite holiday.”

“O-of course Papa.” I mumbled as Terzo took my hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm.

“Come, let me escort you to la festa di mio fratello, yes?” He tried to soothe me, but I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of exchange or test had just passed between us all.

…

I’d maybe had a little too much to drink.

Okay, maybe a lot too much to drink. I had been upset after the exchange in the Church hall so when Terzo had offered to bring me a cup of mulled wine, I hadn’t thought twice about it.

After my third cup, I had a movement where I couldn’t help but think maybe this much drinking might not be a great idea. But after the fifth cup that didn’t matter anymore. I’d been dancing with my fellow sisters, giggling and drinking when one of the other Senior Siblings had started talking about a massive yule log pyre outside. When I asked them about it excitedly, they all shared a look before laughing and telling me I’d have to find it myself but that it was outside by the old abbey entrance on the south side of the compound.

“I’ve got to see this,” I laughed, stumbling slightly as I headed toward the front door. “Are you guys coming?”

“It's freezing outside, no way!” One sister laughed, cheeks flushed.

“I feel like we would have seen the ghouls setting this up this morning if its as big as they said it would be…” Another one mumbled, but I waved her off.

“You guys suck, I’m going out there.” I teased, darting past siblings, ghouls, and clergymen all in various groups.

I stepped into the vestibule of the Abbey, trying to locate my cloak in the piles of others. After a few minutes I threw my hands in the air, speaking to nobody in particular.

“I’ll just take a quick walk and look around, it can’t be that cold outside.” I grumbled, pushing open the doors and stepping out into the cold early morning of Yule.

It had stopped snowing at some point during the day but the snow was still fresh, the entire grounds covered in a thick white blanket. The crystals of ice glinted in the light of the candles outside and the moon high in the sky. Outside I could fainly hear the sound of the music and party inside but it was mostly quiet, not even a breeze in the air on this eventful Yule. I wandered the paths, taking in the soft and quiet beauty of the wee hours of the morning. My breath came out in small little clouds of steam as I walked, a small smile on my face.

Slowly but surely I got myself turned around, unsure of exactly where I was on the grounds. I tried to not panic, following the light of the candles, but the cold in the air was slowly slipping its tendrils under my skin. No amount of mulled wine could keep my teeth from chattering and my shoulders from shivering as I made my way back to the main building.

“S-Sorella!?”

I turned my face to the familiar voice and smiled drunkenly, a blush on my cheeks hidden under the flush of the alcohol.

“Ah, hello again C-Cardinal.” I chattered, walking towards him as he rushed to me. “A-are you l-looking for the Yule pyre too?”

“Yule pyre what are you-? Per amore del fottuto Lucifero…” He asked at first before snapping and rubbing his temples. “Every year I tell them to not trick the new siblings and every year they do it anyways.”

“So there is no pyre?” I asked, head fuzzy slightly as he took off his short cape from his cassock, wrapping it firmly around me as he pulled me to his side tightly trying to warm me up

“So, mi dispiace Sorella.” He sighed, walking us back inside. I could hear the party raging now, I started to walk in the direction of merriment but Copia firmly tugged me with him.

“The party is sti-” I whined, stumbling slightly as he helped me up the stairs.

“You need to rest and warm up, Sorella. Not to party.” He grumbled, eyes hard as he slowed slightly.

“But I want more of that mulled wine.”

“I think you are done with the wine, Stelina.” He cracked a small smile, eyes soft for a moment as I looked at him with a blush on my face.

“S-stelina?” I stuttered, a small shy smile on my lips as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips. “How did I earn a pet name?”

“You are my star pupil, are you not?” He teased before scooping me up in his arms. I couldn’t help the ungraceful squeal that came out of my mouth before he shushed me. “Come on, we do not want people to get the wrong idea do we?”

“A-and what idea would that be, Cardinal?”

“That I am taking you back to my room for any other reason than to get you warmed up and send you on your way.” He teased, winking at me as we made our way to the senior clergy’s dormitories. I blushed and bit my bottom lip without being able to look him in the eye as he opened his doors and we stepped into the space.

It was dark, only lit by the fireplace in the middle of his sitting room, but I could see shelves filled with books and trinkets. There was a large wooden desk off to the side, cluttered with all matters he’d need for writing sermons and letters. I could see a set of pocket doors left slightly ajar and beyond it in the dim light from the windows was a large ornately carved bed, the covers left open like someone had just sprung from them.

“Sit here, Sorella.” Copia’s soothing voice brought me back to the present and I looked to the pile of blankets in front of the fireplace he’d left for me. “I will grab you some clothes to change into.”

“T-thank you, Cardinal.” I smiled, cheeks flushed as I wrapped the warm blankets around me and soaked in the feeling of the fire on my chilled skin.

“Of course,” He smiled back at me, handing me a stack of clothes. A red track suit and a black t-shirt. “Here. I will leave you to change, would you like some tea?”

“Y-yes please, t-thank you.” I stuttered, partly still cold but also because I was flustered by him and the wine was still sliding around my system. I watched him step into another room, flick the lights on and the sounds of a tea kettle being filled.

I hid under the blanket and took my clothes off quickly, tossing aside the damp pinafore dress and blouse to the side along with my wet bra. I shivered, my blush somehow deepening as I pulled over the shirt and tracksuit jacket. I knew he’d be able to see my nipples under the jacket and I felt warmth pool deep in my belly at the idea of him seeing me like this. Once I pulled on the pants and slid back under the warm blankets, fully enveloped in the scent of him I called out to him.

“I’m dressed, Cardinal.”

“Good timing, tea is almost ready.” He called back and after a few moments more of my eyes staring at the blazing fire in front of me I felt his hand on my shoulder. Looking up he handed me a mug.

I reached out taking the offered cup with a smile and a thanks, blanket shifting off my shoulders. I sipped the spiced smelling tea and hummed happily.

“Chai tea is my favorite, Cardinal. Thank you.”

“You can call me Copia, Sorella.” He said quietly as he sat next to me in front of the fire. He was still wearing his white suit from earlier, sinfully tight and I had to fight to keep my eyes on his face and not wander over his lithe form as he lounged somewhat awkwardly on the floor with me.

“Okay, thank you then Copia.”

We sat in comfortable silence then, just the crackling of the fireplace between us and the warm spiced tea in our hands, before my mind couldn’t take it any longer and I had to ask him a question.

“Car-Copia?”

“Si?”

“Why do you not like Yule?” It was the question that had been burning in my mind for the last twenty four hours and I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

“Sorella…” He started, heavy sighing as he turned to face me.

“Y-you don’t have to tell me! I was just curious…” I blushed, stammering and unable to look at him. I felt his fingers under my chin, tilting my eyes to lock with his. The familiar tug in my chest coming on steadily as my heartbeat.

“It is quite alright, Sorella. It was a long time ago, but I lost mi familia on Yule as a young boy.”

“O-oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, no. It is nice to share, I don’t think I have felt the urge to share myself with someone like you in a very long time, Stelina.” His soft wry smile, made my heart hammer in my chest. “I was a young boy, it was a cold icy night in Italia and we were driving home. The car skid on ice, I was the only survivor. Primo had found me, he was traveling to the Monastery back when he was being prepared to ascend, and he took me in. I lived in the orphanage all my life till I felt the calling to join the Siblings, making my way up the ranks till one day I was the head of the clergy.”

“I’m sorry about your family, Copia.” I said, taking his hand in mine. I’d only then noticed he’d taken his gloves off to prepare the tea. I felt his bare hands on mine for the first time, it caused that lighting shock down my fingertips again. “I-I understand why Yule would be painful for you.”

“It is not all bad,” He whispered, I looked up as he leaned into me. I felt like a moth drawn to the flame as my eyes flickered between his face and his lips. “This year I was able to have an excuse thanks to Papa to kiss my star student, si?”

“Copia…” I whimpered, his warm hand skimming from my hip up my side. “Can I confess something to you?”

“What would you like to confess, Stelina?” His face was almost close enough to brush our lips together.

“I think you held back on our mistletoe kiss.”

“Si? Did I?” He chucked, his other hand slipping to cup the back of my head as he slid closer to me. “Should I fix that for you?”

“Y-yes, I think so. It was my first mistletoe kiss after all.” I mumbled, eyes already half closed.

“Ah, well I would not want to leave you with any ideas about my kissing skills being lackluster would I?”

“No I don’t think you wou-”

Copia didn’t even let me finish my thought, kissing me with such a fierce grip on my waist I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from my lips. I slid forward, straddling his strong thighs, with my back to the fire. Blankets long forgotten in favor of his body heat, I curled my arms around his neck as Copia coaxed my lips apart, slipping his tongue to tease my own.

I whimpered, heat burning deep in my belly, as I bucked my hips against his hardening cock. He hissed into the kiss, hands moving to grip my hips to still me, as I quaked in his lap. He nibbled on my bottom lip, pulling away slightly to catch his breath before catching my pants with his lips. I sighed happily, my fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and I melted into his tender touch.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, our breath minging as we giggled together.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the last six months, Sorella.”

“You know…I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you at that first class.”

“Really?” He pulled back, face filled with surprise.

“Copia…you called me a very good girl in front of the whole class.” I laughed, cheeks flushing slightly at the memory. “You could have told me to stay for detention and taken me right on your desk and I would have said thank you sir.”

“Careful, Stelina. You are giving me some ideas…” He purred darkly, pressing kisses to my jawline as I trembled in his lap. “Though I should warn you now, my tastes tend to be on the darker side…”

“So are mine.” I whimpered as he bit and lapped at the spot below my earlobe, a gasp slipping from my lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist firmly.

“È come se fossi stato creato per me all'inferno da Lucifero in persona…” Its like you were made for me in hell by Lucifer himself...

“Maybe I was…” I mumbled, chest heaving as he teased my neck. His hand came up to cup my breast and he groaned into my skin as his thumb brushed over the pebbled peak of my nipple.

“You are mine, Sorella. Mine alone.” He hissed, punctuating his words with a pluck of my nipple.

“I’m yours alone, Cardinal.”

He growled at me then, capturing my lips in a vicious and heated kiss, and pushed me over onto the floor. Pinning my hand high above my head, I looked up at him with a heated gaze. His hair was ruffled by me, his lips plumped by the force of our kisses, mismatched eyes dark and stormy as he looked down at me.

“I think I need to punish you for your little adventure in the snow, Si?”

A shiver went down my spine and pooled between my legs as I nodded my head, cheeks flushed.

“Please, Sir.” I begged, Copia groaned then, settling between my legs and grinding his cock on my cunt. Both of us gasped at the feeling.

“You will be the death of me, Sorella.”

“It will be our little secret, Cardinal.”

“Ah, we are to be sinners in secret then?”

“For now.”

“If you wish, Sorella. Then who am I to deny you our most honored and cardinal sin, eh?”

#ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #sinners in secret au #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus lll #my writing

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"Wild Blue" by Hunter Hayes Sentence Starters

MADNESS

"The sirens on the streets run inside of me."

"My heart's like war zone, land mines everyone."

"Careful where you step, you could hurt someone."

"Using my love like a bullet in a loaded gun."

"I'm here."

"I'm alive."

"You can still find love in the madness."

"Is it only a habit?"

"Can you hear me now screaming out?"

WILD BLUE

"Funny how you don't know you can fly until you finally catch the wind."

"Nothing changes your perspective like the taste of leaving on her/his/their lips."

"I thought I was strong, thought I was made of stone."

"Suddenly the lonely hit."

"You think you know the part you're playing 'til somebody goes and rewrites the script."

"It felt like falling, but it's funny, cause I never touched the ground again."

"I was scared of losing you cause losing you meant losing everything I know."

"I found some sunlight in the space between the losing and the letting go."

"I've heard of demons but I never knew I had so many of my own."

"The more learned about the love I had to give, the more they leave me alone."

TELL ME

"Big dreams even time couldn't change."

"You don't feel you belong in this place."

"I'll be one of the things that you're leaving."

"You'll know if I'm lying, so I won't even try."

"I don't mean to be quiet."

"I know you need to fly."

"Tell me what to do about it."

"Tell me how to say goodbye."

"How am I supposed to live without you?"

"Don't wanna lose my world tonight."

"Tell me this will make you happy."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Does it have to end this way?"

"Make a joke, make it seem like it's nothing."

"I'm a mess."

"You know I'm not good at pretending."

ONE GOOD REASON

"It's been one of those days that I should get used to."

"I'm putting off getting home cause I miss you."

"Is it freedom when the space that you want turns into a prison?"

"Is it leaving if I can't move on?"

"I'm stuck here looking for one good reason not to love you."

"There's no way to unremember."

"I'd love to just unlove you."

"I've tried to, but I can't find one good reason."

"All your little bad habits should've drove me crazy."

"I fell for every little thing and trying to forget ain't easy."

"I wanna feel strong, but I just feel stupid."

"I can't let go, give up, and rewind."

NIGHT AND DAY

"We keep pretending around our friends."

"We're two different people."

"You're mixing signals."

"All the talking is just talking."

"They think you're going home."

"They don't know that you been coming home with me."

"We make secrets we don't talk about."

"You make the stars come out."

"The difference is like night and day."

"I melt into you like a sunset red."

"We get tangled up like night and day."

"Will you still be mine when you wake up tomorrow?"

"Without a word, your lips can tell me everything I need."

"Space. How you liking yours?"

"It ain't a medicine, it ain't a fixer."

"It shouldn't but it makes me miss you quicker."

"So hey, I'm not sorry that I called, just sorry that I called so late."

"I said I was fine."

"You're gone but I can't let you go."

"The truth is I lied."

"I still love you."

"Hate how you said I would find someone better for me."

"Say it's better, say it's for a reason."

"I ain't as good at picking up the pieces."

"Every night I have the same dream. I watch you walk away from me."

IF I DIDN'T CARE

"You make it look easy."

It's almost like any other night."

"If I didn't care I wouldn't be acting like you're not there right now."

"What did you think I would say?"

"How did you think I'd behave?"

"Doing anything and everything to make you care."

"Tell me, how would you feel if I didn't care?"

DRESSED IN BLUE

"Thanks for the invitation."

"And by the way, congratulations."

"It sure don't feel like it's been that long."

"For what it's worth, I'll be showing up alone."

"I guess I've learned to forgive you, and you've learned to forget."

"I promise that I'll lie and say that I'm happy for you."

"Tell me, how's the new apartment?"

"I swear that I will try to keep myself together for you."

"I know it's been a long time coming."

"I can't hurt worse than what's already broken."

DEAR GOD

"Here I go again."

"So I'm callin' in, are you listening?"

"You made a heart that can break."

"You showed me the road less traveled knowing I'm gonna run away."

"You make me love so hard."

"Everything I love just leaves."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with me?"

"Why does my life have to hurt so much?"

"Why can't I find any peace or love?"

"Why do I feel like I'm not enough?"

"Are you sure that you don't mess up."

"Truth is, it's not even you. It's just me that I'm up against."

"But you made me this."

"Can we share the blame for this?"

"I know this ain't for nothing."

"I know you got your reasons."

"This shit's just hard to take."

"I don't mean to criticize you."

MY SONG TOO

"Thank you for that night in Napa Valley."

"You said all those things I've never heard you say."

"You didn't wanna break my heart, so you left out the painful parts."

"I'll always remember you that way."

"You loved me like you weren't already gone."

"It's just a memory, but it's so much more to me."

"I know you're gone, but every word's still true."

"It's alright if it's all that's left."

"You left me better than you found me."

"I can't find a single thing to hate you for."

"It only makes me miss you more."

"Don't hate me if I never let go."

LOVING YOU

"I can't sleep."

"It's like I'm trying to breathe underwater."

"Recovery is taking me so much longer."

"It's like the drunkest form of sober."

"It's the never getting over that's dragging me under."

"I could be mad and I could want you to be lonely too."

"I can't get away from you."

"I love all the memories you made with me that I can't get back."

"I love that you're moving on, that you love somebody new."

"I'm alright with holding on, not letting go, I swear it's true."

"I just hate loving you."

"Enjoy your life, your happiness, and your freedom."

"You don't owe me no apologies, I don't need 'em."

"All this pain is my purpose."

"It hurts, but it's what's left of you leaving."

"I don't need you coming back and fixing anything."

"All I'll ever ask of you is to remember me."

"There's nothing left."

"I don't even have a heart to lose."

"The only thing I hate is that you took my heart with you."

ONE SHOT

"Said a lot of stuff that I don't remember."

"I can't lie, so I own it."

"Been a rough week, so what? I deserve it."

"I'm kinda glad I'm waking up alone."

"I started with one shot to have a good time."

"Everybody knows how easy one can turn into five."

"Mess up, live and learn."

"Got a lot memories, not a lot of regrets."

"Every time I said I'd never do it again was right before I headed out for one more spin."

"I think my fear of missing out makes me do the one thing I could do without."

WHAT IF I DO

"Where do I begin?"

"How far do I go?"

"How do you explain you love someone more than they'll ever know?"

"I love the being with you through it all."

"I probably swore that I would never fall."

"But what if I did, and what if I do?"

"What if I dream and what if it's you?"

"What if all I wanna be is the one you're running to?"

"I love you in so many ways."

"I'm told I'm not supposed to."

"Some wish for a dream, I wished for a friend."

"There's love that lifts you up and love that lets you down."

"Then you find the kind of love you can't live a day without."

"The one thing I don't tell you is the truth."

"I'll never say that I was made to love you."

"I don' t know how to say that you're the one."

HEARTBREAK

"Another 'almost perfect'."

"Didn't work, but totally worth it."

"Better to have loved and lost my mind than lose the nerve to even try."

"I've been in some shit relationships, but I've remained I'm optimist."

"It's not a game I'm playing."

"It's not a thrill I'm chasing."

"It's more like a space I'm saving."

"And I don't even know your name."

"But if it gets me to you, then it ain't wasted time."

"With every 'so close,' I'm closer to the rest of my life."

"Another bad first date."

"The way I see it I'm one heartbreak closer to you."

"Hey baby, can I call you 'baby?' Is that okay?"

"I don't even know you, but I can't wait to know you someday."

"It's kinda strange to miss someone I haven't met yet."

PREACHER

"I do, will you?"

"I am the puzzle, you are the pieces."

"I am the question, you are the reason."

"You are the truth that I can believe in."

"It's easy as breathing."

"I'll follow you where you're going."

"You know that I need you."

"You're home, you're safe, you're everything."

STILL

"You love to worry, it's okay, you always will."

"Stay where you are."

"Stillness brings a peace no search can find."

"Don't feel the need to beat yourself to death."

"Don't let the pain paint all over all the good that's left."

"The breaking only shapes the lessons learned."

"The fire you hide inside was born to burn."

"It's only weakness if I let you in again."

"Don't you think we've wrestled long enough?"

"Through all the madness, know I still believe in you."

"With all that we've been through, it's only mercy you believe in me too."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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osakafromazumangadaioh · 10 months

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(This is a post I made on my cohost a lil while ago, I lightly edited it for clarity)

You've seen this post about Hidamari Sketch right? It's kind of famous, at least it is to me. If you can't click through to see the link text here it is.

Remember how Hidamari Sketch aired during the DTV transition, and SHAFT knew exactly what to do with the new real estate for the widescreen version?

This was a fact that bounces around in my brain like a DVD screensaver. Hidamari Sketch aired in Japan between January and March 2007 during the DTV transition and they prepared two versions for broadcast, one that was HD 16:9 and one that was SD 4:3. I've heard of things going wrong during this transition like the shot of Mugi getting cropped out in the 4:3 broadcast version of K-On but this time period isn't super well researched in the admittedly small digging I did.

So it makes sense that a studio during this time would make these changes right? Your show is going to appear in two very different formats, you're going to want to make sure it looks fine in both. Anyway I was reading the replies of this post one morning and I read one that gave me pause.

This started me researching the analog to digital transition in Japan which I won't get into here but long story short, yes it did air during the analog to digital transition. There was an analog digital simulcast of both signals in Japan that started in about 2003 and ended in 2012 when all analog transmissions were shut down. So there was a period where broadcasters were putting out both HD 16:9 and SD 4:3 to serve people/areas who had not made the jump to the digital signal.

But it got me thinking, some people in the replies were talking about not being able to find proof that it aired in 4:3. Chances are they just didn't know where to look. Anyway I just looked on nyaa and lo and behold.

So I had the original broadcast versions of season 1 and 2 in 4:3. (i was unsure what the second torrent would be, it didn't have any information in the description and "TV broadcast" could have been the 16:9 broadcast bc there was a simulcast but it was the 4:3 version).

Anyway I was curious if there were any other changes, I kind of doubted that there were since it's already a lot of effort to produce two different versions of scenes but maybe there was something that the person that put together the original comparison missed.

If you, like me, believed the truth of that original post I'm about to tell you Santa Claus is not real. I compared these with the BD and found 2 of the frames from the original post. (the other I presume is from the first episode of season one also). And, they're,,, cropped from the 16:9 version.

In hindsight this makes perfect sense, I know sometimes they will redraw or reanimate certain scenes for the blurays because production is sometimes very fucked and they don't have the time to make things to their usual standards but if you're working for TV schedules why would you give yourself more work to do?

I'm sorry im sure this is interesting only to me but "Shaft redrew the wide character shots for HD during the DTV transition" is something that had the same veracity in my brain as, water is wet and i thought about it about as often. Two things make this very funny.

The image is cropped from what I assume is the original which makes it more obvious that it was a joke.*

the person that made that edit (presumably on 2ch or a/ on 4ch) didn't like, make the entire image 4:3 they popped the background out so it wouldn't appear squished. Which is such an insane effort post that you still see people go, oh yeah no it has to be real no one would go to the effort to do that. (read this post, people go to insane lengths for zero reward all the time)

I cooked up a very quick comparison in photopea to show what I mean. At this point it's trivial to remake the background, it's just a repeating pattern anyway.

*I would love to tell which is older but google recently changed how reverse image search works and it doesn't show you pages with the list of dates of when that page was last crawled so it's a little hard to figure out and I don't want to spend a bunch of time figuring out an alternative. So whoever cropped out the obvious joke part is one of histories greatest pranksters in the relatively small pond of people that give a shit about slice of life anime. tl/dr two people, the person that made the original image and the person that cropped off the obvious joke part have combined their efforts to fully prank me 10 years later and I don't think anyone else I've told about this has felt owned or surprised to the same extent as me so I feel like histories greatest fool here

#hidasketch #hidamari sketch

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slowdiived · 2 years

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Canon to your stories as Kurt is getting bigger, do you think say if a really famous pornstar or vlogger or someone said we should kiss for this vlog like as a joke lmao c’mere like would he do so? Do you think he’d just be thinking abt his follower count straight away, or be so caught off guard he has to try and wrap his head around what they’ve just asked him, or not picking up on the social cues as much thinking yeah okay haha it is funny if we do, or do you think that’d be a line because he has you?

break the charm (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

first off, anon i have the next part that will come out soon where i will answer all your questions i promise!!! this has so much angst i am so sorry to everyone LMFAO this is part 17 to my lil series, we are getting closer to the end y’all omg….

in two weeks of you roommate telling you to leave, you found a two bedroom house. your brand deals kept your money steady and flowing, helping you be a first time homeowner at only 19. it was a dream, something you never thought to be possible. people would kill to be in your position and you felt guilty for it, you got this money piggybacking off of kurt and your scandal. not much work really went into your boost in numbers, just full frontal nudity.

kurt helped you move in, excited to be able to come over to a house where it would be just the two of you. he wouldn't have to worry about your roommate or his mom to interrupt him having fun. he spent a whole day carrying in boxes and helping you move your furniture. it only really consisted on your bed, dresser, desk, and nightstand but you needed the extra help. he was happy to be right at your command and make you happy.

and you guys spent the first night fucking until you both couldn't physically move anymore.

the next day, you both set up what you could in the living room and kitchen. a few trips to different stores got you some dishes and groceries, putting everything away with ease. kurt was live-streaming while you were sorting silverware and cups.

"am i going to collab with someone?" kurt read from his chat. "yeah, i got a few set up. one of (y/n)'s friends asked if i wanted to teach her how to play fortnite so we were gonna do that. n-not gonna tell you her name though because that's a secret!"

you look over as he leaned into the frame, a finger over his lips to signal he was staying quiet. you giggled and resumed putting things in drawers and cabinets.

"then i'm not allowed to s-say much but," he paused and took a bite of the sandwich he made. "i'm gonn- going to collab with alexa jones. we have a fun video idea we were gonna film soon."

you dropped an old mug of yours the minute you heard that girl's name fall out of his mouth. it fell and hit the edge of the counter, shattering on impact to the floor. it was dramatic to say the least, anger raging at the two incidents. kurt immediately snapped his head over to see what happened, his eyes widening at the glass and blank stare you have to the mess.

a piece hit your ankle where it had cut a slight dash into your skin. you noticed and immediately started to avoid the glass by stepping over it, passing behind kurt to get to your room. you had a box of bandaids sitting in your dresser drawer.

"are you okay?" kurt ran over, phone in hand.

"yeah," you manage to say through your blind rage. "j-just go clean up the glass."

"o-okay," he ran back to the scene of the crime.

you carefully placed the patch on the bloody cut, changing socks to wear a longer pair. you sat on your bed for a second, your heart beating.

he was still going to collab with her? after how upset you were with him? and he didn't even tell you, you had to hear with the rest of his stupid kurties?

this was out of line. you wanted to say something, tell him no way.

your brain soon explained to you that you don't need to be controlling, he loves you and he just wants friends. plus he is a whore for any bit of internet fame, power hungry for more and more followers. you were being dramatic, or at least you tried to convince yourself that you were. you got this sudden wave of realization that you doubted your trust in him when he hasn't done much to disobey your trust, you were being too sensitive. they were probably going to do something stupid like a vlog or a viral challenge. nothing to worry about.

you could hear him in the echoing kitchen. he was talking about how cool it was that he has met so many famous creators and giving his opinions on the ones the chat brought up. you could hear different donations of people telling kurt that they were obsessed with him or to say hi to their friend or something.

you sighed knowing that you made a scene and even if kurt didn't pick up on it, you know that the chat has probably already screen recorded it and is ready to post to twitter or tik tok.

you are really good at the relationship between social media and your boyfriend. so good.

you stood to your feet and stretched, your back popping and yawn being pushed out of you. today was tiring work and it was only about six in the evening, you still needed to get the kitchen put together. your feet moved you back to your previous spot, glass cleaned up and kurt smiling at you.

"all c-cleaned up!" he giggled, presenting his work to you with a giant arm gesture.

"good work soldier," you threw a thumbs up in the air then kissed his cheek on camera.

he graciously smiled and gave you googly eyes. he pulled your face in for a quick peck and looked back at his chat.

"kurt, does your gf care about you doing only fans content with alexa?" a donation rang through, causing you to look back at him with a narrow glance.

"guys no!" he sternly yelled. "it's for youtube, (y/n) would never want me to do that content with another girl and plus, i-i wouldn't want to do an onl-ly fans with alexa. have respect kurties, we are about love, r-remember?"

you smiled at him for shutting down his fans behavior and he noticed, giving you a quick smirk.

"hey so i'm gonna go shoot some stuff with a-alexa," kurt started, his hands reaching for his keys and green zip up jacket. "do you wanna come?"

you wanted to say no. you wanted to not have to watch her flirt with him like she did at the party, not even caring that you were right there watching. you wanted to tell him to cancel it and just stay home with you, watch your favorite movies and cuddle.

"oh, is it okay if i come?" was what came out of your mouth instead, no thought given.

he shrugged.

"i think it would be f-fun for you to actually g-get to know her," he smiled. "maybe we can all film together."

you were weirded out for his disregard that he let her cozy up on him the last time. you thought for a second, your legs uncrossing from each other on the side of your bed.

if you go and you are completely sober this time, more aware to how she is acting, you could shut her down. make sure everyone there knows that kurt isn't someone they can walk all over and get them to do things that he wouldn't normally do. you knew that there was scheming intent she had when she saw him at that party, the reason she dragged him into another room with her friends. she wanted something from him and you couldn't tell whether kurt was going to get fucked over or not.

"okay, if that is what you want," you got up and carefully brushed your hair, looking at yourself in your full length mirror.

you were okay with your outfit, flared jeans and a slightly cropped navy blue crewneck that had a little white flower embroidered on it. you quickly put on your white converse and grabbed your phone, putting it in your pocket.

"all ready then," you smiled at him.

you both got into his car, shutting the doors and letting the engine start up. you buckled in and pulled out your phone, ready to scroll through her instagram like the secretive crazy girlfriend you were.

okay not crazy, just nervous and upset.

he placed a hand on your thigh lovingly, squeezing it at a few red lights. it was his way of trying to get a kiss and you provided, making him all smiley.

it was obvious he wanted you there and he needed your touch. it reassured you that he wanted you, not alexa jones. yet, you still looked through her twitter.

you came across a few tweets from before kurt and her talked where she had said she found him cute. you were surprised kurt never saw it and you knew nothing about it. people were all over it but a lot of her fans defended you by saying he was taken. you smiled at the cute things all the fan accounts said about the both of you.

soon enough, you both made it to her driveway. he got out which prompted you to step out as well, nervous for what was to come.

in the daytime, her house looked even bigger. you were surprised at how much money she really takes in and what she wanted with someone like kurt who had just hit two million on his tik tok, and a million subs on youtube. that might be a lot of people but she had seven million on tik tok alone, what would she want with a gamer that was in a very public relationship?

good thing you were here and maybe be able to answer your thousand questions.

you both walked up to the door and he knocked. you looked over at him, he was shifting on heels and looked super excited. you giggled at how silly he looked in the moment, wide eyes and his lip in between his teeth all while he had a white bucket hat on. it didn't match his jacket at all but it matched his white minecraft t-shirt.

he really wanted to play that gamer card, huh?

she opened the door, a pomeranian tucked under her arm. she greeted kurt, giving him a quick side hug and then turned to you, just sticking out her hand for you to shake.

"oh my god!" she yelled. "hi guys, i'm so excited to see you both again, come in!"

you both step into her house and she shuts the door, letting the dog out of her grip to run free. you take a good look at her, she was in a tiny bright yellow tube top paired with white baggy cargo pants that were held up by a rhinestone belt. she also had a pair of yellow sunglasses sitting on the top of her head. you were glad she was wearing more than she was at the party.

now you are starting to sound like a prude. normally you don't care what people wear but she got on your nerves too much.

"(y/n), i had no idea you were going to be here!" her british accent rang through the very spacious and clean house. "sorry you had to leave the party early the last time i saw you."

"oh yeah," you gave a fake smile. "got a little too high and paranoid, you know how it goes."

she nodded, "is that why you and kurt were screaming at each other in the driveway? trust me girl, i've been there plenty of times."

you shot her this weird look and when you went to open your mouth, kurt took over.

"y-yeah, it was because i didn't know she was mess- fucked up," he stammered while trying to semi-lie for your sake. "was totally on me."

she nodded again then turned around to grab her iced coffee from off one of the steps of her stairs. she took a quick sip and then told you both to come upstairs with her.

"so how's everything been you guys?" she asked while you threw were climbing up.

"oh it's been great," kurt giggled. "i just hit two million on my youtube channel, numbers are growing."

"i remember when i hit two million," she recounted as she got to the last step, leading you both to a noisy room. "it was absolutely such a good day, i went out and made a massive vlog with all my friends like the vlog squad and stuff."

you suddenly remembered she use to be apart of that horrible group of people. you were glad she left even though she had put them through controversy hell about a year ago.

and now here you were.

she opened the door and there looked to be two other guys in there. they greeted you both and you came in. she offered you both a couple of stools to sit on while she plopped on a beanbag.

"you both know ken and jj?" she gestured to the guys and you quickly realized that they were her friends that she always made content with.

"oh yeah, hi guys!" kurt waved.

"yeah of course!" you try to say excitedly.

everyone had their introductions and chatted a bit until alexa asked what they were going to film. you turned towards kurt and put your hands on your crossed legs, ready to hear what he was going to say.

"yeah, i was thinking we could definitely do a few tik toks, t-then film for this weeks vlog where we do some old youtube challenges. everyone right now is r-riding that nostalgia wave."

they discussed what they would like to do, alexa saying she had the supplies for a few of them. you kept your eyes on kurt, eventually letting a few glances shoot to whoever was speaking then back at your boyfriend.

this seemed to be going well despite the random shade the british girl threw at you. you just tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for a moment. maybe that's just her way of being friendly or trying to be friendly. she could've told you to leave or ask why kurt brought you but she didn't. she was understanding her place a little bit.

soon everyone was migrating downstairs where you followed behind. they were gonna start with that stupid cinnamon challenge that was popular like thirteen years ago. you hadn’t thought about it for years, intrigued that kurt wanted to do older challenges than what was currently trendy. he did have a point, the nostalgia wave was high on the internet which means people will likely tune in.

ken and jj were all over each other since they were a couple. they did content with alexa as well, always in her posse of people she kept around. they wouldn’t stop trying to talk with you, ask you about anything and everything you had done online. while kurt and alexa were setting up, they were asking about your scandals.

“my scandals?” you asked while sitting at the large dinner table. “why?”

“just curious,” ken shrugged. “it’s always fun to talk about the stupid stuff we all get ourselves involved in.”

you gave him an uninterested look and tried to gaze back at kurt, watching him set up his camera. alexa was cracking jokes, making the both of them laugh. it made you sick, he shouldn’t be laughing with another girl.

“c’mon, nothing crazy has happened to you?” jj fished for your attention again.

“uh,” you wanted everyone to like you so they respected you more, at least that’s what you thought would happen. “well, a couple months ago i was trying to have like sexy time with kurt. i had gotten out of the shower and opened my bedroom door, dropping the towel and let’s just say… my whole body was all over twitter moments later.”

they giggled but in a way where you knew they were judging. they tried to play it off, using their overly theatric charm on you.

“oh girl,” ken swatted his hand in the air. “ain’t even bad compared to us. i mean at least it wasn’t anything serious.”

“yeah i just never wanted my naked body on the internet, ya know?” you didn’t mean to send and indirect jab at them but you did. “it’s a sort of funny clip but i got hell after. i was able to like profit and turn it into a whole ‘love your body’ moment, and my fan base was back again.”

they nodded and started babbling on about their scandals. you just nodded, your eyes moving to kurt every once in awhile to check up on the pair. they seemed to be fine, no boundaries crossed.

“they have great chemistry,” jj pointed at them. “people are gonna eat this up, ya know? kurt’s definitely gonna be in the online talk for a bit.”

“sorry, great chemistry?” you asked, your head shaking from confusion.

“oh not like that,” jj tried to reassure you. “just something fresh, something his channel really needed. i mean when you’re in his stuff it’s great, but he definitely needed more high profile people.”

“was his stream with ninja not enough?” you asked with a laugh, trying to make it seem like you weren’t phased by his remarkably rude comments.

“it was def super cool,” ken started, your eyes now glaring him down. “he just needs more people in his vlogs, like david dobrik style. he’s getting big enough that it might work out in his favor, maybe get to a point where he can have a kardashian sister or something.”

you nodded and smiled, but inside you were fuming. he was making great content, people loved his stuff. he didn’t need to change everything up just for numbers. soon with that kind of thinking you might just get lost in the wind of it all, be forgotten because it seems like they are trying to say everyone was bored of you. you picked up your phone, annoyed with the conversation and annoyed that you decided to come. now you have to hear these two people tell you that you’re fucking boring and kurt’s content needs to be better. fuck those guys.

“yeah he’s gotta stop streaming with bobby bud lee, that kids an ass,” jj sighed. “god when we met that mother fucker, i almost rocked his shit. surprised he wasn’t ever in a team ten type of situation. he has those fucking entitlement vibes.”

you laugh since that’s the way you felt about bobby. he was annoying and only kids cared about him, always watching him and his stupid prank videos.

“i hate him,” you snarled. “that kid is such an ass to kurt but begs to stream with him always. fucking weird.”

“yeah he reeks of desperation,” ken laughed.

“did you have fun?” you asked kurt while he sped down the road.

“loads,” he giggled. “i can’t wait to edit all my footage, i’ll probably have it o-out by tomorrow.”

“really?” you laughed. “you’re that ready to edit tonight?”

he nodded and you crossed your arms, sinking back into the passenger seat. your feet were propped up on the glove box, your legs pressed together. you kept your gaze outside the window, tired and longing to be at your house.

“yeah im just super excited,” he rang out. “this is gonna be huge for me, i’ll probably hit like three million subscribers just for having her.”

“i don’t think that will happen,” you tried to bring him down to earth. “you will probably get a lot of views though.”

he snapped to look at you once he stopped at a red light.

“you don’t think i can get to three million?” he asked with a hint of animosity in his tone.

you huffed out a chuckle.

“just not the most realistic outcome,” you turned your head from the window. “you’ll definitely make a lot of money, maybe get other people on your radar.”

he smiled at the thought that other big creators might want to collab with him after this.

“oh w-wow,” he pressed into the gas once the light turned green. “you think?”

“that’s what ken and jj were taking about,” you looked forward, your eyes pressed to the car in front of you. “they want you to do david dobrik style vlogs, maybe get a posse like theirs or something.”

“that would be insane,” he turned left into your new subdivision. “maybe i could make that work, maybe i can get a group to f-film with. i could convince bobby to j-join.”

“wouldn’t be hard,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

you felt worn out for the day, wanting to just lay in bed and fall asleep, forget that any of this was happening. you wished kurt would go home, edit his video there. you were getting fed up with him, mad that he always needed more and could never settle for his perfectly balanced life. always driving, always streaming, always gaming, never just living his life. he obviously had you and you were his life outside of his job, but it seemed like if you left, he wouldn’t care. he’d be upset that he didn’t have you to make relationship content with, not that he didn’t have someone to love him anymore. he’d be sad that he didn’t have some girl giving him immediate attention all the time, not the fact that he would be losing you.

maybe you did need time away from each other, learn to heal the lacking parts of your relationship.

you decided to brush those thoughts away once you got in the driveway, getting out and stomping to your door. you jiggled the key and let the two of you inside, plopping the keys on the side table you had gotten from ikea. you immediately walked to your room and pulled off your jeans, putting on sweatpants that were laid out on the floor. you didn’t realize they were kurt’s until you snuggled into your pillows, getting annoyed that his shit was always with you and always around. couldn’t even quickly put on on sweatpants without the thought of him.

you were soon groaning at yourself for being so snippy in your head about kurt. just hours ago you were making sure that he was still yours, checking up on him and shooting alexa weird looks. you loved him so deeply and yet here you were, always making him the problem when in reality it was you.

you didn’t have to waste your day at her house, you didn’t have to listen to ken and jj insult you in their twisted way. you did it because you were jealous.

“ugh!” you yelled, your arms throwing themselves outwards.

“what’s wrong?” kurt asked when picking up his laptop from the floor.

“just a bad day,” you mumbled without realizing what you said.

“a bad day?” his face scrunched up.

you shot up in panic, nervous that if you told him, he would brush it off, think that you were crazy or something. yet, you were sick of lying to him about how you felt until it was too late.

“i-uh,” his vision was still locked on you, it made your heart thump. “just wasn’t very fun for me.”

“oh,” he put the laptop on the edge of the bed. “t-thought that you were having a great time talking to the guys.”

“yeah listening to them insult me and basically telling me that alexa was going to be the best thing for your channel,” you laid back down and stared at your white ceiling. “great time talking, huh?”

kurt laughed, “she is gonna be the best thing for my channel.”

you sat up for the second time. you boiled with anger, your heart racing. he looked at you like he didn’t understand what just came out of his mouth.

“i thought i was but whatever,” you dug yourself under your covers. “i am just gonna go to sleep.”

“it’s only like seven,” he pointed out.

“goodnight kurt, have fun editing.”

with that you went to sleep.

as you awoke, kurt wasn’t in the room. you looked around, head poking from your comforter trying to find a trace of him. he was just gone.

you checked your phone to see if he messaged you. it’s not like he was in the living room, you didn’t even have a couch yet. you dug through notifications until you saw his name. you quickly clicked on the text, opening up to your conversation.

kurt 💙: hey i went home 2nite, needed to use my desktop

you growled at the fact that it wasn’t even because you were upset with him. he probably didn’t even care and was telling himself you were in a mood. you opened instagram, scrolling through stories and pictures. kurt uploaded the vlog an hour before you woke up, you decided that you were gonna watch after seeing him post about it to his story.

the video started out normal, they were giggling about how they were so excited to film with each other. alexa bringing up that she was a fan and kurt awkwardly saying that he was a fan as well. you cringed at the fact that people were gonna make fun of him for saying that, probably making jokes about him paying for her services. you just kept watching him do the stupid challenges, bringing the camera close to her face or to his. you had to admit the editing on the video was some of his best work, finding yourself giggling at the jump cuts and over usage of sound effects.

then one single frame ripped your heart into two.

with cinnamon in his mouth and a spoonful heading to hers, she said it would be funny if they kissed with the cinnamon in their mouths.

and she took the spoon, shoving it in her cavity and pecking his lips. they soon swallowed and started coughing.

you scrolled through the comments, checking to see what everyone was saying.

kurtssword69: bruh can’t believe (y/n) let him post this

unkle kunkle: are (y/n) and kurt broken up?

(y/n) slut: wait this is so weird.

you had just been cheated on and you were in the room with no idea.

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That Funny Feeling

Part 17 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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MK POV

It's like Y/N saw a ghost or, in this case, heard a ghost.

"Who's that?" I ask, trying to read her face. She eyes me. "You'll see." What the hell does that mean? She holds her hand to me—a signal to let me know it'll be okay. I hope.

Y/N opens the door in almost a robot fashion before her mouth opens and speaks out, "Hello, mother."

Fuck.

A surprise mom visit.

"There she is! My beautiful daughter!" I watch the older woman walk in with a suitcase and bombard Y/N into a hug. I move my eyes to Y/N, who slowly reciprocates the gesture.

From the side, Y/N and her mother look scary alike at first. Both freckled covered faces. Ridged noses. The same eye color. Good cheekbones.

Okay, that was a weird one to point out.

However, Y/N must get her legs from her dad because she towers over her mom. Like she can put her head on her mom's head. I never thought of it, but Y/N's gotta be 5'9"? 5'10"?

The hug ends, and I'm not sure what to do. Do I get up and introduce myself? Y/N looks a little stressed, so maybe I should leave? I watch Y/N's mother look over Y/N before lightly tugging at the end of Y/N's shirt. "So this is the place, huh?" Her mom begins looking around the studio apartment. Oh no, she's slowly turning her body to me. "I only ever see it when we FaceCh-" I've been spotted.

"Who are you?"

Y/N POV

Okay, rude mom. The proper thing to say would have been, "oh my goodness, I didn't realize you had a guest over because I was too busy not telling you that I was paying you a surprise visit to make you feel bad about yourself!" I think to myself as my eyes roll. I grab my mom's suitcase. I pick it up to move it out of the way, but this bitch is heavy.

I watch MK, and I can see her mind is struggling. I step up and answer for the poor Olsen. "Mom, this is my friend MK." MK thankfully knows how to be formal and polite as she stands up to give my mom a handshake.

"I thought your name was Max?" Okay, it's that kind of day. My mom is going to try to bicker about every little thing.

"I have another friend named Max. This is MK." I state again, so Mary-Kate doesn't have to speak up. They shake hands, and I see MK doesn't know whether to sit back down or not. With my mom's back still to me, I motion for MK to sit. She catches me and puts her butt on the cushion.

"Well, nice to meet you, MK. You're a gorgeous girl. I assume that MK is short for something?" Mom. "Mary-Kate." She speaks up. I mouth the word sorry to her. I watch her eyes dart to me as she gives me a small smile.

"Ahh. I see." My mom now takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, her eyes still darting around the room as she still talks to MK. "Mary-Kate, like those Olsen girls." Oh, God. "Remember those girls?" My mom looks toward me. "You use to have their VHS movies and copies of Full House. You loved them!" My mom turns to face MK now. "She would go on and on watching them. There was one summer she had to fall asleep watching those movies that those little girls made. I know this because it got so bad and to a point where once the movie ended, her body knew. So she'd wake up and restart the movie."

Praying I get bit by a radioactive spider or something, so I can shoot lasers at my mom. She's so embarrassing and oblivious it hurts. MK's eyes flicker to mine, and she starts to laugh quietly at the death glare my mother is receiving.

"Yes, it happened. For one summer. Please, mom, stop."

"What was the name of the other one? Nash?" I huff. "Mom, you know it's Ashley. Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen. Please stop bringing up my embarrassing childhood moments."

"Ashley. That's right! I wonder what they're up to now." Is she for real? "I'm sure they're doing fine," MK says with a teasing smile that only I see. I go to open my mouth, but my friend stops. "Who was Y/N's favorite, Mary-Kate or Ashley?" I can feel my body tense. I turn my eyes, already meeting MK's. Dead. I mouth to my least favorite, Olsen.

"I think it was that Ashley girl. But Y/N sometimes had a hard time telling those twins apart." Kill me. "Okay, mom! Please stop! Thank you." I shoot daggers at MK. She gets the hint and closes her mouth too.

"My friend doesn't need to hear these kinds of stories right now." I plead.

My mom looks at the tv with Godzilla still on pause. "Is this what you girls have been doing all day?" I have to physically stop myself from rolling my eyes. "No, mom, believe it or not, I worked today. I got up extra early too. I went on a run, went to work, talked to my- some significant people, came home, and THEN I started watching this movie. MK came over 'bout 20 minutes before you did! We also ordered dinner too. I would've had MK order you a plate if I knew you were coming! But did I know that? No!" I take a breath. "It-It's like you thrive off the stress you put onto me!" I exhale. My mom looks at me, shocked. I never go off on my mom, but she's been so frustrating lately, and for her to do this really sent me to the edge.

I want to say sorry. But I stand my ground. I stay standing as she looks at me. I see MK looking out my living room window out of the corner of my eye. She probably wants to jump out of it.

"I thought my own daughter would be happy to see me." Now she's doing this. "Mom-" "No, it's alright. I'll go to my hotel and take the first flight in the morning back to Nashville. Your home." She throws in. I wish she would stop saying that. It's not my home. Where I live is my home. The place where I don't feel people watching me. The place where I actually have friends that I love. The place where I met my girlfriend. New York. This is my home.

My mom goes to get up. I know she's hurt, but I know she's trying to get me to apologize and cave. I may cave, but I'm not apologizing.

"Mom." "It's quite alright, Y/N." My mom states firmly before grabbing her suitcase and leaving out my door, slamming it shut. I take a huge breath in and turn to my friend. Mary-Kate Olsen. She looks like a lost puppy. "It's complicated." She nods at me. I walk over to her and wrap her into a surprise hug. "So big fans, huh, and here I thought you knew nothing about us." I scoff. "It was one summer." "Sure, Y/N." "I knew about you two. I promise you I had no idea there was a third." We stop talking, and I try to relax my body.

"MK?" "Yeah?" I move out of the hug. "Can you go wait in my room?" "Uhh yeah, sure." She quickly gets up without a second thought and heads into my room. I feel a shouting match about to start with my mom, and even if it's outside my apartment, I don't want MK to be able to hear it.

I firmly wipe the palms of my hands off and step out my door, chasing my mom down the hall.

"Mom, stop." She ignores me as she presses the elevator button. I've lived here long enough to know that I got at least 20 seconds before it gets here. "Mom." I finally plant myself next to her. "Can you just come back inside? Please." "I thought you didn't want me here." She spits out. I'm so tired of this. I'm finally in the best place I've been in.. in.. forever? Maybe? I don't know. But I'm finally feeling great about myself, about my life, and today she decides to pull this stunt.

"Mom." I make sure my tone is softer than it was 2 minutes ago. "What did you think was going to happen?" I've observed my mother for too long. I watch as she shuffles her feet continuing to not answer me. She does that when she knows she's in the wrong. Will she ever admit it? No.

"You show up to my place for the first time out of the blue? What's, going on? What is this really about?" I stare at her blank face as the elevator dings. "Fine. It's not like we're on the best terms right now anyways." I huff out before I turn away.

I make it about two steps away before I feel my mom grip my wrist. I sigh and put my head down. I wanted her to tell me what was going on, but at the same time, I wanted her gone.

"Don't speak that way to me." She pulls me, causing me to turn to her. "I am your mother!" I rip my wrist out of her grasp. "Mom-" "I just wanted to see my baby! I wanted to see you! Lord knows you're not coming back home. And fine. That's fine! But I wanted my daughter to look me in the eyes and talk to me. Actually, talk to me-" I can't tell if this is real or bullshit, so I choose to interject.

"So what just 'cause I'm not returning "home," you think you can just barge into my small slice of life I have here?" "A life I gave to you" "Don't! Don't do that." I take a breath and run my hand through my hair. I can feel my hand bounce off my scalp as my nerves work through my body. My mom watches as my eyes begin to water. She reaches a hand out, but I take a step away.

"Yes, mother. Thank you for reminding me for the four hundredth and sixty-second time that you gave me a life. A life that was tailor-made to be better than the one you got. But guess what, mom? Maybe I didn't want that? Did you ever think about that?" I stop and sniff my nose. "Why do you think I went to Syracuse, literally one of the farthest schools I got accepted to, instead of Vanderbilt? I wanted to figure myself out without you!" I take a breath in as I let the tears fall. I shuffle my feet and shift my weight from one leg to the other.

"I turn 25 this year, for fucks sake! I thought I knew for the longest time, but then everything changed." "And I supported you." I hold my hand up to her. "Yes, you both did."

You both did. I repeat to me and only me.

"But, you know that's not what I'm talking about." I sob out as I cover my eyes. "Why are you really here, mom? Don't bullshit me. Because if you're about to say it's because I don't come home or I'm rude on the phone... I can't do this right now. You know the reasons I never want to come back. And so if that's the reason you think I'm short with you on the phone, then guess what, mom, that's not the reason."

My moms eyes are filled with hurt and regret. I know it, and she knows it, but I can't stop my mouth now.

"Sometimes it's because I'm fucking tired and the last thing I want to do is answer your stupid question about why I'm not going back to school, or the do I really want to work at a coffee shop for the rest of my life question? You already know the answers!" I swallow. "Other times, it's because all I get is a look from you that screams every word but joy. And maybe you don't mean to make that face because I know you're worried for me. I do. But guess what? You don't have to keep worrying. I'm in a good place. So maybe sometimes I don't want to talk because I don't want to talk! But then still there you are, and most of the time... i-it's because- it's like you call me up just to put me down. I s-swear it's like you only want me to be happy when it's convenient for you! Like today! I was having a great day! A great fucking day, and look at where we are now."

I can't see my mom anymore through the tears. I'm feeling every emotion in this one second, and I can't stop crying. I've never done this to another person before. I've never felt my chest become so light. I've never felt that funny feeling. I don't know what to do.

"Mom?" I croak out of my sore throat as I feel a person wrap their arms around mine. They shush me and start rubbing my back, letting me know it's okay. This action causes me to break down even more. I'm like full-on hyperventilating now as I bring my head down onto my mom's shoulder. I for sure know it's her because I can smell the coconut shampoo she's used all my life.

"Pumpkin?" My mom pulls out of the hug and gently puts her hands on my face. "I'm sorry, dear." Wow, that's maybe the third time in my life I've ever heard those words escape her mouth. She leans my head down and kisses my forehead. In response, I put my arms around her again and continued sobbing. My neighbors probably heard everything, but luckily no one came out. I can hear my mom saying things to me, but I can't concentrate enough to make out the words. So instead, I give her the tightest hug I've given her since we lost Davey.

My Dad.

That's when it hit me.

"Mom?" I whisper into her shoulder. "Yes, pumpkin?" "Todays, the day, isn't it?" My mom doesn't respond. Instead, she pulls back from the hug and puts her arms on mine. It's like we're standing there supporting each other. She slowly lifts her right hand and brushes my hair out of my face.

I blink, feeling a few tears slip out. "Two years to the day, Pumpkin." How could I forget? No really. How could I fucking forget? I look down at my mom, and I see her face clearer now.

She looks heartbroken. Maybe because her only child just yelled at her and complained that she ruined her life. Perhaps it's because that same child forgot the death date of the only father figure she's ever known. Or maybe she missed her kiddo. She missed having her family. She was tired, and she needed me.

"Do you hate me?" I genuinely ask.

My mom doesn't immediately respond, which makes my brain go crazy. She takes my hands into her own and pulls me to the nearest wall. She makes us sit down and let out bodies lean against the wall.

"Y/N?" I turn my face to the sound of my mother's smooth and soft voice. It reminds me of days when I was sick as a kid, and she took care of me. "I could never hate you." Tears begin to slip out her eyes. "I'm so sorry for ever making you think I did, sweetie. I care for you so much." She places a hand on my face to push back my tears. "I want what is best for you, and I try and push you because I know what the world is like. I was just trying to be the best mom you could ask for. I was trying to be better than my own mother. I never meant to push you away or make you think I never wanted you as a daughter. I love you with every bit of my old heart." I let out a breath of air through my nose and smile at that last part. "You're not even 50, mom."

"But I will be soon, Y/N. I want my daughter in my life for that day and all the years that follow." She thought she had lost me. "I'm so sorry for how I've acted. I didn't want to lose you, Y/N. I just love you so much. I'm so sorry, Pumpkin." "I'm sorry too, mom." I reach over and hug her. I hug her like I haven't seen her in years. I hug her like she'd never see me again. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetie."

MK POV

I'm sitting at Y/N's desk, and it's a lot cleaner than the last time I was over like she's actually using it.

I'm trying to get my mind to focus on anything in this room. I've heard some yelling from out in the hall, but I chose not to listen to the words being screamed. I've distracted myself with my phone, but emails can only be so much fun.

As I skim over the desk, I notice she has a couple of books and journals on her desk. I take note at how similar they look to the ones in the living room. Except some of these are years old. I pick up a journal with the year marked 2019 on it. As I flip through some of the first few pages, it becomes clear what she uses these books for.

It's laced with short stories, poems, and songs. All original, as far as I know.

She never mentioned she was a writer or a musician, maybe? I take a glance around the room, and I don't see any guitars or keyboards. Maybe in her closet? I look towards it, but it's shut, so I won't bother.

I take a chance and try to find today's date in the 2019 journal. After a quick search, I find it and begin reading.

May 3rd, 2019

Death is Watching (Look Who's Inside Again)

Trying to be funny and stuck in a room There isn't much more to say about it Can one be funny when stuck in a room?

Well, well Look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well Buddy, you found it Now, come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

To the man that made me laugh. I love you, Dad. But why did you give up? Why did you let Death take you?

My eyes look over those last three lines again, again, and again. Each time they become more glossy. It's like my heart is in my throat. Maybe that's why I'm struggling to breathe right now. I force my hand to gently grab the bottom of the page and turn it over.

There's no entry. I flip the next page. Nothing. I grab the book, close it, and let all the pages brush past my thumb as I watch each page after the one I read come up empty.

I hear the front door open and close. Oh shit. I put the journals back to where I think they were and stand up, waiting for her. No, I show look relaxed? I quickly wipe my eyes and pull out my phone before jumping onto Y/N's bed. No, wait, is that weird? Should I sit up? All this time, I've been internally debating, and I haven't heard Y/N.

"Y/N?" I call out to no answer. I decide to get up and come out into the main area. She's not there. "Y/N?" I take a quick look. Yeah, she isn't here. I go to pull my phone out; shit, I left it on the bed. That's when I notice the Chinese food sitting on the coffee table.

She was just dropping the food off. Is she coming back? Are her and her mom okay? Should I start plating the food? Does she even want a plate, or does she just eat it straight out of the container?

Y/N POV

I enter my apartment, and it's a little shocking to see MK standing there.. menacingly... staring at the Chinese food. "MK?" I ask, closing the door behind me. "Hey! You're back!" She runs over to me and hugs me. "I thought you left." She mumbles out. I decided not to question her and just let this moment happen.

We detach, and she notices how exhausted my body has become within the last 15 minutes. She thankfully doesn't say anything, but I see the look in her eyes. She sees my face and red eyes. She probably overheard. Crap.

"Where's your mom?" "She went to the hotel." "Oh." I don't want to talk about it now. MK looks away and to the food. "Do you want a plate?" "No, I usually eat out of the container." How much will I eat? I don't know. "Why am I not surprised." MK laughs, putting a smile on my tired face. "But if you need a plate, go grab one." MK walks to the kitchen and begins rummaging through, looking for everything she needs. I start to unpack our food and place it on the coffee table. I look to the tv, and it did the thing where it goes to an idle screen while waiting, so I turn it back onto the movie. I'm not really in the mood anymore, I'm so tired emotionally and physically, but I want to put on a front for MK. Or at least until dinners over.

MK returns with two glasses of water, a plate, and some silverware. I didn't know whose food was whose, so thankfully, I chose right because MK puts her fork into the meal in front of her. So I guess I'm eating Sesame Chicken. Good choice. "Ready?" I ask her picking up the remote and pointing it to the screen.

"Yeah." MK answers looking over at me; she gives me a pity smile before focusing her attention away.

MK POV

Man, I really wanted that Sesame Chicken. But Y/N needs to eat, and I don't want to disrupt her right now. I have no idea what happened in that hallway, but I want the person next to me to be okay.

I'm happy with the amount she ate. Half. But hey, that's better than nothing.

Do you know resting bitch face? What's it called when the person looks worried? Worried bitch face? I don't know, but that's what Y/N's got when she watches movies. I could tell her mind was elsewhere at the beginning, but as the film continued, she got more into it and started to relax. The movies almost over now, and I've been watching Y/N more than the monsters on screen.

She smiled every time Lizzie came on screen. It was so cute until it became annoying. Just kidding, but now she has the dumbest grin I've seen. Are her eyes glossy? What's she looking at?

I turn my head, and it's the scene where Lizzie reunites with her kid and husband. Right now, the kid just ran into Lizzie's arms, and she's holding him, crying.

For the first time tonight, Y/N catches me watching her. "Shut up." That is all she says as she laughs and lets a tear slip out. I throw my hands up in defeat and let the last 5 minutes play out.

Y/N POV

The credits hit, and I turn to MK. "Wow." She laughs and turns the tv off for me. She starts packing up the leftovers. "Wait till you see Avengers!" "Trust me. I can't wait. I gotta tell Liz that I saw this." I pull my phone out and start typing away. From the kitchen, I hear the fridge door close, and "she told you not to watch Oldboy, right?" "Yeah." "Good." Okay, what the heck? It can't be that bad, right?

I finish up my text to my girlfriend as MK entered the room again. "Is it cool if I use your bathroom? I had to go since, like the HALO drop scene, I didn't want you to stop the movie." "Who said I would've paused it?" MK's jaw drops before she pouts and lets out a "rude" before walking away into the bathroom.

It's now after 8, and I was tired before the movie, but I'm exhausted now. I want to just go to bed, but my mind still doesn't want to turn off. I'm thinking about my mom and my dad a lot. I feel a mix of remorse, loss, happiness, and regret. I genuinely don't know what to do. I should've stayed with my mom. I could've done more over the last two years. I'm so stupid. I can feel something happening, but I don't know what's happening. Am I crying? When did this happen?

"Hey, look at me. Y/N, can you look at me?" I hear MK's voice calling out to me. Where is she? I pull my eyes from the floor and up to her face. She's sitting on her knees in front of me. I see her bottom lip trembling. Her eyes look scared. Worried? Her hands start reaching up to me. "Good. You're doing very well. Y/N, is this okay?" She cups her hands onto the sides of my face. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing happens, so I just nod. Her thumbs begin to wipe at the tears streaming down my face. "It's okay. I'm here." I lean my forehead into her own. I can't stop. "Y/N, can you focus on some things around the room? Look at three things and tell me what they are." I lift my head from MK's. She leans more into my knees to keep wiping away the tears. "Umm... the tv..." "That's good, Y/N. Keep breathing in and out and name another thing." I blink a couple of times before looking around. "Your bag.." "One more thing Y/N. You're doing very well." MK gets up from the floor and sits right next to me. She drapes an arm around my waist, takes her other hand, and grabs onto mine. She leans her body onto mine. She's covering me in comfort. She has to have done this with Liz before. "Max." "Can you tell me where?" I nudge my head in the direction of a photo in the kitchen. "Max and I. Couple months ago." "Thank you, Y/N." I hear MK swallow next to me and take in a breath. "You're okay. I got you."

MK POV

She's finally resting.

It's been almost an hour since I asked her to name the things around the room. It's a trick I haven't done in a while. The last person I did that with was Liz before she started to shoot WandaVision.

Over the course of the last hour, I just held her in my arms. She would sob and stop. She'd apologize before drifting off into her mind again. The whole time I just kept her safe. I would brush her hair and tell her that it was okay and that I'm here for her. I still am. I always will be.

I've never seen this side of Y/N before. It didn't scare me one bit. It just made me concerned for her. It also made me so incredibly mad at her mom. Her mom sent her over the edge. Her mom did this.

I hear my phone start to ring from the bedroom, breaking up to silence in here. Shit. Y/N seems like she's out of it, so maybe I can slip away. I unwrap my arm from around her body, and I swear my phone is getting louder. I start scooting from Y/N so that I can get up, but she stops me. "MK?" "Hey, one second, I'll go turn it off," I say, getting up and leaving her. Y/N mumbles something, but I don't catch it.

I pick up my phone, wanting to tear the head off of whoever called me.

Damn it. It's Ash.

MK: "What?"

I move myself into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

Ash: "Woah, calm down. You okay? Also hiiiii!"

M: "Sorry. Hi. What's up?"

A: "Damn okay. Anyways. I sent you some emails about an upcoming shoot. Models and outfits. Can you go over them and send me your feedback. I need it by 9 tomorrow. Cool?"

"Yes. I can do that."

"Thanks. You're the best! Byee!"

"Bye."

The call ends, and thank goodness I got work mode Ash on a call instead of Sister Ash. Sister Ash would've known something was up and not let me go until she figured out whatever was going on. I quickly look in the mirror and fix my eyes and hair. I put my phone on silent and put it in my pocket before walking back out to Y/N. I walk past the exhausted couch girl and slip my phone into my bag.

"MK?" Her sore throat squeaks, scaring me before I quickly compose myself. "Hey. It's me. I'm here." In a calm tone. I put myself back into my old position. "I should go to bed." "Okay. Y/N, let's get you to bed." I remove my arm from her side and get up quickly. She doesn't move. I move up to her knees like before. "Need some help?" She nods at me. I stand up and hold my arms out to her. She grabs on, and together we lift her up to her feet. I put my arm around her to help support her since I know her body wants to drop.

Once getting her onto her bed, I begin to look through her drawers and closet for any comfy clothes. Oh, hey, there's the guitar!

"Bottom drawer." I turn around and see her pointing to the bottom of her dresser. I open it up and find a black t-shirt and grey sweats. This shirt looks a lot like one I use to have. I bring the clothes to Y/N and excuse myself so she can change. I grab her a water bottle and some Advil for her head during that time. Crying always causes a headache. Remember that. "You can come back." I enter her room and smile at her. "Take this. It'll help." She doesn't put up a fight or say anything. I think she just wants to sleep and put an end to this day. "Thank you." "Of course." Y/N sets her water down and starts getting comfortable on her bed. I look over her room again, and my eyes return to her desk.

She knows.

Sitting on top of a large T-shirt and a pair of black shorts is the 2019 journal. I look back at her eyes, which are already watching me. "MK?" Oh no. "Could you stay the night?" She points to the clothes. Oh! "You sure?" She nods. I carefully grab the journal and set it off to the side. I watch Y/N smile out of the corner of my eye. I grab the clothes and excuse myself to the bathroom to change.

Y/N POV

She didn't ask me what my journal was for or what it meant. She read it earlier. I knew it was in a different position.

But for some reason, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad if she ended up reading what I think she read.

"Penny, for your thoughts?" I look over to see MK changed. "I'll tell you." I gesture for her to crawl into bed. My bed isn't a twin, so thankfully, we're not right on top of each other. It's a Queen. Cuddles can happen, or people can give each other space. MK gets into bed and faces me. "I turned off all your lights and locked your door." "Thank you." "Do you want your lamp off?" "Not yet."

We start to let the silence fall onto us. I'm not as tired as I was before, so I'm just lying here thinking and staring at the Olsen across from me.

"Y/N?" "Hmm." "What are you thinking about?" "That I don't want to be alone right now. That I'm glad, you're here." "Me too." I scoot myself closer to MK. I can tell by how she slightly moved her arm back that she doesn't want to mess up. I rest my hand onto her side. "Is this okay?" She nods to me. My eyes start to look over her body as I continue to think about today. "What did you think?" MK looks at me, a bit confused. "About my journal entry?" I physically watch MK get embarrassed and stressed all at once. She begins to pull away and back up, but I grab onto her hip and pull her closer to me. "MK." I get out in a calm tone. She stops moving. "I'm serious. I'm not mad. It's okay." I reassure her and brush away her hair from her face that softens up so I can see my friend again. "I thought it was" She takes a second. "Beautiful." She smiles at me to let me know she means it.

"I'm sorry for your loss," MK said, the one thing I didn't want to hear. I nod at her. She inches closer to me as this moment between us becomes more fragile each time we open our mouths. "I wrote that the day he died." "What was his name?" "Davey. Well, that's what I called him. He gave me a choice between Dad or Davey. As long as I never called him David, he was cool with it." MK and I bring each closer into a hug, as we both feel the tears coming.

We both let the hug happen until I pull away. If I look pass her and into my room, I'm going to get lost in thought. "He wasn't my real dad." I clarify for MK. "But he treated me like he was." I smile, thinking about the day I met him. "He always had shoulder-length hair, which, as a kid, I thought was funny, but as I grew up, I got jealous of it." I chuckle as some tears land between MK and I.

MK looks like she wants to speak but is afraid. "Spill it," I whisper out. "How?" "Cancer." MK sucks her lips into her mouth and starts to bite. "Hey. No. Don't do that.." I softly lift my hand and pull her lip out. I move my hand from her lips to her cheek. "It's okay, MK. He's gone." She wants to cry for me. She can, but I don't want her to, honestly. She blinks a few times to make the tears go away. Once she's done, she leaves me and switches off the bedroom lamp before coming back to me. She cuddles in hard. She rests her head on my chest as I place my head on top of hers. Both of our arms snaked around each other. "I'm-" "There's nothing to apologize for."

"Is your mom coming back?" The tone she asked that in wasn't sweet. "She might. But you don't have to worry. Her and I are okay." I can feel her go to lift her head, so I let her. She looks directly into my eyes. "We are. I promise. Now please, you were comfortable before." She playfully rolls her eyes and rests her head on my chest again. "There you go." I kiss the top of her head, and I can feel the tiredness wash over me.

"Y/N?" "Yeah?" I answer back with my eyes shut. "I'm really sorry about reading your journal. I didn't know." "I know. It's okay, MK. I'm glad you did." "Really?" "Really." I can feel MK start to make shapes with her fingers on my lower back. It's soothing and something I need right now.

As MK and mines bodies start to slow in breathing and drift off to sleep, the Olsen below me mumbles, "I love you, Y/N. As a friend. Always." I smile because I don't know if she meant for me to hear, but I let her know. "I love you too, MK. As a friend. Always."

Liz POV

Today is the day! The pilot said that we have landed in JFK, so I'm just ready to get the fuck off this plane. The flight wasn't as bad this time. Since I mostly slept and planned out things I wanted to surprise Y/N with.

"If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip, and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!"

I pull out my phone and let Max know that the plane just landed. She texted me back a couple of seconds later, letting me know that she was just circling the terminals. I think Max is more excited to see me than to drop me off if I'm being honest. Even though I'm dating her best friend, she still asked me for an autograph and picture when I have time.

I look through my texts with Y/N, and she still hasn't texted me a good morning text or anything usually, by now, I would've heard something. Max did tell me that she texted Y/N earlier, letting her know that she'd be off today, so maybe she's just sleeping in. So if that's the case, I can't blame her.

After collecting my bags, and avoiding onlookers, and wannabe paparazzi, I am finally seated in my girlfriend's best friend's green Subaru.

I haven't told anyone where I am or what I'm doing. The only person that knows is Max. After a couple of minutes into the drive, I decide to give Y/N a wake-up call.

Y/N: "Hello?"

She sounds groggy.

Liz: "Good morning, my Coffee Girl! Did you just wake up?"

I see Max glance over at me before her eyes return to the road.

Y: "Hey, babe! Yeah, I actually did. What time is it?"

Y/N, let's outs a yawn.

L: "Ummm, it's.. almost noon"

"Oh Lizard, you okay? You already done for the day?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love, but, Y/N, it's noon for you."

There's a moment of silence before I hear the phone and her crashing down onto what I assume is the floor. Y/N is on speaker, so Max just heard her eat shit as well and is trying to muffle her laugh. I can't help it, but I feel my lips form into an evil smile too.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" I ask, holding back some laughter.

She doesn't respond, but I do hear another voice ask my same question. I see Max look over, confused, as the smile leaves my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you."

Y/N responds to the other person. Before I hear the phone shuffle and her voice return to me.

"Hey, sorry I jus-"

"Who are you with?" I try to put in a brave voice, but my mind is going a million miles per hour. Y/N would never cheat. She wouldn't.

"What?"

I hear some more shuffling. That's not the right response.

"I heard someone else, Y/N."

"Can we FaceTime?"

I look to Max. She shakes her head and points to the interior of her car. Y/N would instantly know.

"Not at the moment."

"MK's here. That's who you heard"

So what the fuck? My own sister can barely talk to me but has time to be with my girlfriend.

"Y/N..."

"Liz, this would be a lot easier if we could FaceTime."

"Just tell me what's going on because this isn't sounding good for you." I hear my voice, and it isn't becoming nicer.

"MK and I hung out yesterday. It was an impromptu thing, and I asked her to stay over last night."

I can my heart start to crack. But she wouldn't. She wouldn't!

"Y/N I swe-"

"Babe. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

I do. I really do.

"I didn't want to be alone. I knew Max was busy, but MK was here."

I turn to Max, confused, and she's returning the same confused look.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Max lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family, so knowing this and hearing Max's reaction, this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying.

"Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far.

"When can I see you?"

I look at Max's phone. It still says 30 minutes.

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. How about you get up, get some ice on your leg and eat some breakfast? Pancakes and eggs, none of the frozen stuff."

"You heard me fall?"

"I tried so hard not to laugh."

"Oh my God. That's embarrassing."

She sounds better now.

"It's your body building character."

There's a moment between us where we just listen to each other breath and a couple of sniffles from her. It's an almost reassuring moment.

"4 days, babe."

"It'll be sooner than you think."

The call is coming to a natural close.

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

"I love you!" We both say at the same time, causing each other to laugh before we end the call.

"That was so cute but gross," Max tells me once my phone hits my lap. It was. I keep thinking over the call. I start to play with my rings to prolong the feeling I have coming.

"Can you get that?" Max asks me, holding her phone up to me. "Tell me what it says." It's a text from Y/N apologizing for not making it to today's shift before she realizes that Max told her not to come in. I relay that information as a new text pops up.

Mom showed up.

"Umm.." Max is thinking of what to respond back while I'm waiting to text for her. "Just send a pumpkin emoji first." I do that. "Then, are you okay? At work. Talk later? Type it all just like that." I do just that. "Send?" I ask the redhead. "Yeah, send it." I hit the send button and watch as Y/N with a thumbs up.

"Why the emojis?" "It's basically to let the other person know that we're busy with work or girlfriends. But if you're asking why the pumpkin one, that's what Y/N's mom calls her. Pumpkin. So sending that, let her know that I know how serious this is."

Max is a true best friend. "Pumpkin. Is that why her favorite color is orange?" I watch Max's face try to hide the real reason. "Yeahhh-" "I know it's because of Velma." Max lets out a breath. "Okay, I couldn't lie to you." I snicker at how starstruck Max can be.

"Good," I respond back in my Sokovian accent, almost causing Max to crash the car.

MK POV

I get startled awake but the sound of Y/N crashing onto the floor. I see her phone next to her as she is on the ground holding her knee.

Lizzie.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" She doesn't respond, but I do hear Lizzie's voice ask my same question. "Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you." Y/N picks up her phone before shuffling around, grabbing some clothes, and heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, sorry I jus-" "What?" I hear Y/N muffled through the door answer my sister.

Okay, stop listening, MK. I decide to wake myself up a bit more and distract my brain with emails. I already sent Ash all the information she needed from last night. I woke up early this morning to get it done since I knew it wasn't happening last night before returning back to Y/N.

After going through my emails and sending some texts, Y/N returns from the bathroom. She's wearing cuffed jeans and a black bra, she throws whatever shirt she picked up and goes searching for a new one.

Okay, this isn't helping past feelings. Look away, MK. Look away. Just look at your phone.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?" My concerned sister asks. I glance up and watch as Y/N stops her movement, putting a hand on her forehead.

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Liz lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family so knowing this and hearing Liz's reaction, she knows this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying. I get up and stand next to her to let her know I'm here. Y/N looks to me but talks to Liz. "Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

Ouch. My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far. But I shove my feelings down. This is for Y/N. I push my forehead into Y/N's and wrap an arm around her.

"When can I see you?"

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you." Y/N lets go of me and starts searching her room for a new shirt. She finds one and starts putting it on. I take this opportunity to grab my clothes from last night and run into her bathroom.

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

I pop out of the bathroom just in time.

"I love you!" They both say at the same time causing each other to laugh before they end the call.

I head out of her room and to my bag. Making sure I have everything with me.

When I come back, Y/N is sitting on her bed texting. "You okay?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Yeah. Umm..." Y/N puts her phone away. "Do you wanna sit?" She points to the spot next to her, so I join her. She moves one leg underneath her and moves, so her body is towards me.

"Thank you for everything yesterday. It really meant a lot to me that you stayed and cared for me. How you always care for me.. You're a wonderful friend, MK." She places her hands into mine and starts rubbing her thumb along the tops of mine. She stutters and is struggling to say more. I watch as she gives up and starts biting her bottom lip. I slip my one hand out and bringing to her lip, pulling it out. I let my hand slide down to her chin, but she reaches up and brings my hand back to her lips. I freeze, not knowing what to do. Y/N plants two soft kisses on the pad of my thumb. "Thank you, Mary-Kate." Her eyes are glued to my own.

"Always." Whispers out from the back of my throat.

We both know what could happen next. Y/N reached up and runs her hand through my hair. She pulls my head closer to her before we pull each other into a hug. With her mouth next to my ear, she drops this: "My mom got it wrong. You're my favorite twin." We both laugh into each other's shoulder before she pulls away and stands up. She clears her throat and wipes her eyes.

"How do you like my shirt?" My mouth drops at the sight of it. "Oh my God!" It's a black t-shirt with like seven different pictures of Lizzie, and at the chest, it says Elizabeth Olsen in pink. "You're obsessed!" "You're just jealous!" Y/N smirks out before she leaves me to head to the kitchen. "I can get you one for Christmas?" Y/N yells from the kitchen. "Fuck off!"

I had to leave Y/N about ten minutes into her cooking breakfast. Summer is around the corner, so I need to head to the offices to start going over sales meetings, designs, pitches, etc. Plus I still need to change and shower, so heading home first is a must. Y/N understood and promised that we'll hang out again. Plus, I think she mentioned her mom was coming over later? I'm not quite sure Y/N mumbled a bit. But! This is the best outcome I wished for before yesterday. Y/N and I are friends.

Once I settled in my car, I had a couple of missing texts from form Liz. Some ranging from nice to not so nice. The not-so-nice ones were first. She doesn't mean the things she said it's just insecurities bubbling up. I understand. I do. The nice ones followed once she said, "Max explained everything." I didn't know her and Max were that close. I texted my sister back, telling her about last night and the things that I think she should know.

I left out the stuff about Y/N's dad, and how close Y/N and I were because she doesn't need to know that unless Y/N tells her.

I put my phone away and start to pull out of the spot in front of the building. Just in time for this cute green car to take it.

Part 18

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