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agendabymooner · 10 months

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it’s time to go ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“sometimes giving up is the strong thing.”

summary: sylvie edson ford hearth swore not to think about what had happened back in 2012, but max verstappen has a different plan with his absent childhood friend. OR lando norris has a bad habit of sharing things that he isn’t permitted to share— like her phone number.

content warning: written and text messages applied, frenemies to lovers (ish), hurt/comfort? or angst, use of explicit language, model!student!ofc (sylvie), mentions of anxiety, consciousness, childhood friendships

note: i had to listen to a lot of ts songs. thank you all for the 82 followers!!! i’m so glad you guys are enjoying the content i make. i honestly had been making them because i keep them in my notes but never wrote full narratives of them. if they are written down, they’re normally not published— aka they’re in my wattpad draft. so… i hope you guys enjoy this xx

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Everybody swore that the two would get together eventually. Too bad it didn’t work like that.

Christmas was what Sylvie considered the best time of the year. She loved the way Christmas lifted the spirits of everyone, no matter how difficult the year had been for them. She loved being one of the children who would chase each other down the halls while parents gathered around and talked about the last season. She loved being around people that knew her well.

The thing was, however, no one knew her anymore. Not as well as they used to.

For a supermodel-on-the-rise, she sure felt conscious about the amount of eyes that watched her as she stepped foot inside the ballroom of the estate. The tulles of her red skirt should have given her more space to breathe, but she felt her body hyperventilating as she nearly dove headfirst into the mini bar.

Looking down on her newly manicured nails had been a habit of hers that night. She pretended to admire the polished nails while she waited for the bartender to mix her strawberry daiquiri, not wanting to look up and meet anyone’s eyes.

The teenagers and the ones who recently left that phase wondered how… How did she change that much?

Her physique certainly matured more than anyone could expect. Her slightly rounded cheeks were replaced by the sharp jawline that could possibly kill. Her eyes that avoided any form of communication were foxy and just as sharp as her jaw. Her nose was just as sharp, as well. If you were to ask Lando, she didn’t have to wear heels to out-height him. Her body and face were no longer recognizable. She was ready to be a fan favourite and a well-paid supermodel.

Funnily enough, she prioritized racing first before she did her child modeling classes. How she managed to transition from one thing to another in the span of three years, nobody could answer. She was a jack of all trades, said by her mother, just like her siblings. She was one of the many sisters who had more options to pursue instead of just sticking to racing. So for her to continue with modeling and fashion… yeah, she already knew how to operate before she was even hired by an agency. At least now she didn’t have to struggle with finding work. She didn’t have to worry about getting hired by a team.

Her career now was clearly something that she couldn’t act on, though. She was always told to walk, don’t pay attention to what everyone’s talking about and get a move on.

But this party wasn’t a runway. The judging eyes didn’t want to pay attention to the details of the clothes, but rather, the figure who wore the dress herself.

“You’re a bit tense, lovie,” Tilly was a blessing in disguise, shaped in the form of a woman who carried a 20 weeks worth of a precious gift in her womb. She must’ve picked up on Sylvie’s discomfort that she decided to strut towards her sister’s direction as quickly as a pregnant woman could. “You could have stayed at home, as I said.”

“I’ve got to say hi to them at some point,” Sylvie murmured to her sister. “Especially Lando. That bloke wouldn’t let it go if I decided to avoid him, too.”

“Well, they should be around here,” Tilly quipped as she rubbed her stomach. Seeing the movement in her peripheral vision, Sylvie spontaneously reached out and got a feel of the bump. She tried to ease her mind by doing the most peaceful thing. “They’re not looking at you for the wrong reasons, Sylv. I promise.”

“If they are, then they’re going to have to face Maman and I’s wrath,” Tilly cheekily smiled. Tilly looked past Sylvie’s shoulder as she said, “Look. Here are the boys.”

Sylvie was glad that her glass was empty and already resting at the counter, otherwise she would have made a scene if she had dropped it after being attacked by a bear hug.

“Fucking Lando,” she swore beneath her breath, trying to pull him off as she turned feeling restrained. He wouldn’t let go. She would have sworn once more, preferably aloud this time, had it been for the other boys that stood excitedly with him. She couldn’t even look at them properly due to the hold that Lando had on her.

“I told you I was going to kidnap you,” Lando let out an evil laugh before waving enthusiastically at Tilly, “Thanks, Tils! I’ll return her to you later!”

“Good, you better,” Tilly called out.

Her poor feet would be dead by the end of the night and Sylvie knew that she was fucked if she didn’t do anything about it. It wasn’t like she could stop Lando from dragging her down to wherever he’s taking her to just so she could slip out of her Valentino. She couldn’t seem to stop him especially when they both passed by familiar faces. Especially one that she didn’t want to see.

Fucking Max Verstappen. She thought that God was laughing at her that night.

She couldn’t even look at him by the time that they formed some sort of circle around the lounge room.

The telly was on, but it had been playing nothing but the screen of the karaoke waiting to show its texts and tunes. None of them paid that much attention to it, especially her.

The boys seemed like they were craving for companionship of a woman as they surrounded her with curiosity and excitement. They tried to get her attention while she was still speaking to another person. She felt like she was what Fergie was talking about in Fergalicious.

She still couldn’t look him in the eyes, situating herself between Charles Leclerc— her favourite enemy in the track and George Russell— the boy that she once called “everyone’s crush”— to avoid sharing a conversation with Max. She made sure she sat next to the two, not looking at the Dutchman as she continued to catch up with Lando and the other people she was acquainted with.

Most of them knew who she was, of course. She had been friends with most of them for years, finding themselves in the same track as they trained. She competed with them, offering nothing to the boys but fun and friendly competition. She saw things differently from everyone else. No matter how much she wished to be an F1 driver, she didn’t push past her limits— not even when her father told her to.

She was dubbed “the Wild Mustang” at the age of 10 after she realized that she was able to reach the pedal and brake of her mother’s vehicle.

The boys had never seen someone do a donut in their own parking lot before. Let alone a 10-year-old girl—thank god for her Uncle Gilles for teaching her how to do that on TV. Despite their amazement and enthusiasm, Sylvie was no longer allowed to be in the vehicle on her own after she was caught doing another donut while the other kids watched and cheered. Sylvie clearly made everyone’s time because of her wildness and risky attitude. Oh, and her blunt mouth.

So for her to sit silently as she nodded to whatever it was that her acquaintances were talking about? It wasn’t her.

Ever since she left the academy, at the age of 14, she didn’t look back. She didn’t look back at her own friends, either. Lando was the only one persistent enough to barge inside her room only for him to find out that she was packing to go to university.

Extremely early advancement program, she said. She went to university and while she was there, Lando made sure that she’d call him at least once in a while. Otherwise the security would have a problem fighting with a 4 foot something boy who only wanted to see his friend.

Nobody truly saw her behaviour change besides from her family… and Lando. She seemed more reserved when she’s out and about, much to Lando’s dismay. He really hated it when he was the only one who would bring the energy into the room. As if she lacked the power. Lando was convinced that he annoyed her because of the lack of retorts she had passed to him.

He didn’t stop talking to her. He abruptly confronted her about her behaviour instead of trying to skirt his way around it. He was more than relieved that she wasn’t annoyed by his presence, yet he was curious to know what had her acting like this. She had been like that since she left the academy. Her silence could be interpreted as sourness and hatred.

Regardless, they saw each other every other six months whether it’s during the race weekend or an event hosted by a family. But she never went to any of his racing tournaments.

She had attended certain Formula One race weekends throughout the absence of her racing career. People only caught a glimpse of her whenever she went, wondering how fast she’d disappeared even when she visited each garage.

Her attitude remained the same to her family, though. That’s why Tilly and her sisters wondered how people could see Sylvie as an introvert or a bitch. She made fun of Tilly back when Toto was still a stranger to the family. She spoke to whichever Mercedes staff had brought her to the grandstand or hospitality. She was… still her.

She refused to speak to people her age— that weren’t her sisters, of course. Especially those who were familiar with the tracks and familiar with who she was. She never looked at them. She didn’t feel comfortable being in this room. Lando was just pushing her to speak as much as she could since his attention was everywhere. He was friends with everyone in the circle and that meant that she, too, had to speak.

Still, she couldn’t seem to reply to Max. She’d only have a passing comment if he asked something to her. He was clearly trying to get her attention, but her eyes were trained anywhere else but his own pair.

“I want some more Coke,” Lando complained, “you should have gotten more, Alex.”

“Eh? Why me? Why don’t you get up?” Alex Albon replied with a scoff, “You’re the one who’s drinking it.”

She took this as an opportunity to dip out for a moment as she said, “I’ll grab ‘em.”

“Thanks Mustang,” Lando’s boyish grin appeared on his face as she stood up from the carpet. Her skirt slightly wrinkled from sitting on the floor for too long, but her feet were thankful that the low heels that she wore were taken off. “You are the best.”

“Only when you need something, espèce de salaud paresseux.” you lazy bastard. Charles snorted, clearly understanding what she just called Lando as she walked down the hallway to find the little man cave that she once explored. The room was dark, the only thing that brightened was the mini fridge with cans of Coke in them.

She didn’t know why she tiptoed towards it, kneeling down to its level as her fingers touched the cold metal. She didn’t even realize she couldn’t carry that many cans. Lando, on a good day, would drink a dozen of the mini cans and Sylvie learned that you might as well get them all now before he bitches about running out of drink.

“D’you need help?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” She hit her head when she tried looking up to see who just spoke. But she didn’t need to look. She already knew who decided to corner her. In a dark room.

“Shit, shit, sorry schat,” Max swore as he reached out, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a hiss, “lost a fucking brain or two but I suppose I am.”

The last time that they spoke was at the paddock during the 2014 Silverstone race. That was when he shoulder checked her unintentionally, leaving her to bark at him in annoyance before stomping off. They didn’t even see each other’s faces.

“Here, do you need help?” He asked genuinely, gesturing with his empty hands as he offered some sort of support.

She didn’t bother hesitating, just shoving the cold cans of pop in his arms while she turned to grab more. She busied herself with the fridge before she groaned after hearing him clear his throat.

“So uh… How have you been, Sylvie?”

“Delightful,” she responded drily.

“How was your first and second term?”

“Busy.”

“How are you doing with the…modeling stuff then?” Oh he really wouldn’t leave without getting words out of her mouth.

“Great,” she muttered. He still wouldn’t catch onto the disinterest in her tone. Was he really this oblivious or did he lose a brain cell or two for the past few years?

“You look—“ he cleared his throat once more, feeling his face flush pink as he remembered the last picture that he saw of her. The holiday collection of Victoria’s Secret Pink. “You looked very beautiful at them.”

She paused, wondering what the fuck was he doing in the man cave with her. What was the reason for his intervention? Did he corner her just to compliment her latest project?

“Thank you,” she sighed before grabbing the last of the cans, kicking the fridge closed as she walked past him.

“I want to catch up with you,” he voiced out as they walked down the hallway. It remained empty, the ballroom was obviously occupied by loud music and loud guests and hosts. The lounge room, despite it being a few feet away, remained loud as well as the boys sung their hearts out. Poorly.

His voice echoed in the hallway, leaving her to pause and turn around. She remained standing there as he finally jogged towards her. They were both still cradling cans of pop as if those were their children.

“It’s just…” Max trailed off, wanting to scratch his head but couldn’t. “You stopped talking to all of us after you left. At least all of us but Lando.”

She wanted to scoff. She wanted to laugh at his face. There was no way he’d have this much audacity to assume that she’d even dare talk to him. Not after all of that fiasco.

“Some of us were wondering,” he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Especially with where you went after all of that. I was going to apologize to you.”

“Hm,” she hummed disinterestedly. She was itching to go back to the lounge room.

“For doing that,” Max spoke meekly.

She was infuriated for the first time in four years. She had never been angry about this. She downplayed her anger and acted as if she had only quit the academy when she was already on her way to become the first female F1 driver. She pretended that he didn’t exist, because God only knew what she could do at the thought of him.

Back in 2014, when she learned that he was a reserved driver, she begged her sister for something so silly. To fire Max. She didn’t really mean that. She only wanted to say his name with disdain to let it out of her system. But then she returned to her routine of being silent and keeping some shit to herself, not wanting to slag him off any further as an ounce of guilt filled her mind.

Then he said some shit like this. He wouldn’t even tell her what he did. She had never been so angry since now.

But she could only offer nothing but a cold tone. “For doing what?” She asked coolly, looking at him in the eyes as she challenged him.

Her coldness left him stammering, “F-for the uh…” then he was silent.

Watching his mouth clamp shut, she laughed humourlessly before shaking her head in disbelief. “If you’re going to apologize, you have to recognize what you’ve done first. Oh, Verstappen,” she tutted, “you are so silly.”

Walking back to the lounge room, she left him behind in the hallway. Maybe after today, she could cry herself to sleep this time. She hasn't been able to cry ever since she left. Maybe after letting that out, she’d be able to rest a little bit better.

Everyone thought that, after growing up with each other, they’d end up as something else that’ll last forever. But if anyone had seen this confrontation, they’d express how wrong they were. Because the first glimpse of her long lost lover turned into something like hate. It wasn’t the same as it was before 2012.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Realisation

Summary; y/n plans to tell Eddie how she feels about him. They've grown close since her brother Dustin introduced them.

Turns out Eddie has a date with his dream girl Chrissy Cunningham and her plans are dashed.

She's missed her chance or so she thinks.

Warnings; Angst with a happy ending ❤

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There was a selection of movies on the bed and candles were lit. With trepidation, y/n waited for Eddie to arrive.

Tonight she was going to tell Eddie how she felt about him. They had been hanging out for weeks now ever since Dustin introduced them.

From the minute they met, she thought he was sexy and those brown eyes of his made her melt. Getting to know him solidified her desire for him.

Dustin teased her relentlessly about her crush and she swore the little shit was just looking for ways to embarrass her.

Hopefully once Eddie brought him home Dustin would leave them to talk...

It's around fifteen minutes later when she hears Dustin's voice. Then Eddie's and someone else... Chrissy Cunningham.

She liked Chrissy, they got on well but she also knew Eddie used to have a crush on her so she still felt a little inferior to the pretty strawberry blonde.

What was she doing here? The minute she sees Dustin's look of pity she knows exactly what is going on.

Clearly, Eddie's crush was still ongoing and she smiles shyly at Chrissy, nods to Eddie and rushes to her room wiping her tears away.

God, she was so stupid. Why did she think Eddie would ever want her?

Eddie comes into her room and she works a smile onto her features. She needs to be happy for him no matter how sad she's feeling.

He looks around at the candles and carefully selected movie. "Hot date?". He beams and she blows out the candles shaking her head.

Not anymore. She was foolish to think that there could be one. "No, but hey Chrissy Cunningham? I take it you asked her out?".

He nods "Yeah, after Hellfire. We are going to get some food, hang out". He looks so happy that she ignores her sinking heart.

"Im so happy for you Ed's". She kisses his cheek gently and he gazes at her for a few seconds longer than normal.

"Wish me luck".

He doesn't need it. He's so loveable she expects Chrissy will fall head over heels but wishes him it anyway, watching as he leaves with his arm around Chrissy.

Her heart shatters.

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Eddie should be delighted he was on a date with his dream girl Chrissy but all he could think about was Dustin's sister y/n.

They hadent been friends very long, truthfully he had no idea that the little shrimp Dustin had a sister, let alone she was an absolute sweetheart, as sweet as Chrissy and worked with Nancy on the school paper.

They bonded over teasing Henderson, Dungeons and Dragons and their love of horror movies.

He loved her smile and the way she was kind to everyone- even that prick Jason. He loved that she wore pretty dresses and constantly had flowers in her hair.

It was driving him nuts because even now with Chrissy beside him all he could think about was y/n.

"Hey, you okay Eddie? You seem really distracted". He comes too and Chrissy is smiling at him. She's everything he's thought he's ever wanted since middle grade.

"Shit, I should be shouting from the rooftops right now because I'm on a date with fucking Chrissy Cunningham but there's this girl, she's Hendersons' sister y/n and...

Chrissy softens. "You're in love with her, it's okay. I kinda had my suspicions earlier but was waiting for you to say". She did?

"Am I that obvious?" Chrissy raises her eyebrows and giggles.

"Way obvious, God the way you look at her. Im not exactly over Jason either. This date made me realise that. I'd love if we could all be friends though, y/n is a sweetheart".

Friends with Jason? He hides his grimacs at that.

He does take in the words that Chrissy said and it's like a light bulb goes off in his head.

He's in love with y/n... Well shit. Chrissy beams and shoos him away as the realisation hits him.

"What are you waiting for go get her!". He gets up nearly falling over his own feet, bows in thanks to Chrissy and quickly drops her off at Carver's house before heading to the Hendersons.

He just hopes he's not too late and that she actually feels the same way.

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Dustin has been really sweet, he could tell that she was really down when Eddie told her about his date with Chrissy and brought her hot chocolate.

He even watched her favourite movie with her to cheer her up so he was definitely earning some little brother brownie points.

They are both surprised when the doorbell rings and Dustin answers looking surprised and Eddie walks in looking very sheepish.

"Hey, princess". It's barely been an hour? Why is he back from his date so early?

"Shouldn't you be with Chrissy?". He cocks his head to her bedroom door and she takes him in there for a little privacy.

"Eddie, what happened with Chrissy?" He sits on her bed and plays with her favourite cuddly bear.

"See the thing is that I should have been so happy being with Chrissy, on cloud nine but I wasn't because someone else was very much on my mind".

She notices the way he was looking at her and her belly filled with butterflies.

"Oh, who?". He motions her to sit beside him and strokes her cheek. "I think you know baby".

Heart hammering she teases him just a little bit. "Hmm, I might need a little more information".

He laughs dimples showing and kisses her tenderly. "I'm in love with you sweetheart and I really hope you feel the same way".

She cuddles into him and he presses gentle kisses to her hair. "I do feel the same, I love you. I was planning on telling you tonight".

His eyes widen and he swears. "Fuck, the candles, the movies. I'm sorry princess". She shakes her head.

"S'kay you didn't know...was Chrissy okay with everything? I don't want to hurt her. Especially if she really likes you"

He soothes her worries instantly. "We both realised the date was a mistake, she's going back to Carver, told me to go get my girl".

He gets up and takes out his lighter to light the candles again and she feels giddy.

"So sweetheart... Still up for that hot date?"

Yes, she is. Very much so.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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alittlextrathatway · 4 months

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Line: "And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you." Location: supermarket

High School AU time again.

You can find parts 1 & 2: here and here

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Matt had a very different plan for Homecoming.

Nice suit, fancy dinner, dancing, Severide's after party...

But then he pulled a bonehead move and forgot to pick up his dad's old suit from the cleaners where his sister had helped him arrange and pay for alterations. If it were up to him, he wouldn't touch anything that used to be his dad's. As much as losing him threw Matt's life into upheaval and deprived him of any hope of repairing their relationship someday, he knows he's better off without him. However, he can't afford a new suit so his only option, apart from just not going, is to repurpose something of his dad's. Or at least it was.

Now, he's screwed.

He calls Sylvie as he gets back into his car, staring mournfully at the dark storefront. He's such an idiot.

"Hey! Everything okay?"

"No. I'm a moron."

"I very much doubt that."

"Yeah, hold that thought till after I tell you what's happened."

He recounts the story of agreeing to work for a friend of his mom's who runs a construction business and of how the job ran later than expected. He was in such a rush to leave that he forgot he still needed to pick up his dress clothes until he was stepping out of the shower. And by then the cleaners had already been closed for 10 minutes.

"I don't have any thing I can wear instead. Not to a dance. Not when you've probably got a beautiful dress picked out -- If I show up in slacks and a polo I'd embarrass the hell out of you."

"You wouldn't," Sylvie assures him. "At last year's Homecoming in Fowlerton my ex boyfriend wore jeans and a cowboy hat. I don't mind farmer wear on a daily basis but to a dance? I wanted to throttle him. Slacks and a polo would be perfectly acceptable to me."

He starts to think maybe he didn't ruin her first school dance in Chicago until she finishes her thought.

"But unfortunately the school dress code for the dance isn't quite so flexible."

Shit. He forgot about the school dress code. Even if he did work something out, they wouldn't let him in.

"Dammit, you're right. I'm so sorry, Sylvie. This is not how I wanted our first date to go. Maybe we can try again some other night?"

"Try again?" She asks, sounding appalled at the suggestion. "You're not getting out of tonight that easily, Matt Casey. Pick me up at 7 and wear slacks and a polo just like we talked about. I have an idea."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Just because we can't go to the dance doesn't mean we can't hang out."

He shows up two hours later with a small bouquet of flowers and another apology ready to go, but his mind goes instantly blank when Sylvie answers the door in her Homecoming dress. It's a satin baby blue dress that matches the exact shade of her eyes. The top scoops, but is too high to be considered anything but modest and the front of the skirt skims the tops of her knees and then lengthens at the back. The fabric flows in a way that makes him think of a waterfall, gorgeous and serene. He's at a loss for any substantial words.

"Uh, wow. Hi."

She giggles and blushes, glancing down at her strappy silver heels. "Hi. Let me get my coat and we can go."

As she turns to head back inside he gets a glimpse of the back of the dress. It ties across her back in a wide bow and then leaves three inches of her skin exposed above the waistline of the skirt.

Yeah, a coat. She needs a coat. The urge to touch that little bit of smooth skin is going to take all the self control he has. She comes back with a black peacoat. It's on but open, the buttons undone and the sash untied.

She grabs his hand as she passes him and drags him down he hall toward her building's elevator. "Let's go before my mom forces us to take a million pictures."

They make it down to his truck very clumsily. Sylvie tripped over her shoes one or two times. Lucky for them both, Matt's got fast reflexes and caught her arm both times. They're laughing as he holds open his passenger door for her and offers his hand to help her climb in. Once she's settled he closes the door and hops in himself.

"So, what's the plan, boss?" Matt asks as he starts his truck.

"Oh, boss. I like that," Sylvie says with a smirk.

That smirk makes him want to lean across the middle console and kiss her, but he holds off. He'll wait for her to give him the green light.

"Head to the supermarket around the corner," Sylvie instructs.

"Supermarket?" Matt asks with a furrowed brow.

"Trust me."

He drives around the corner and parallel parks. As he parks, the reason Sylvie directed them here becomes clear. It's one of those markets with a salad bar and a hot buffet. Everything is fresh and affordable and can be packed up to go. "We're having supermarket hot wings?"

She laughs and nods. "Sure, if you want. I thought we'd pick up food here and then go have a picnic on the football field. No one will be there and we'll even be able to hear the DJ they hired for the dance. It'll be like our own private Homecoming celebration."

Oh, that's perfect, actually. Of course she'd think of that. She's brilliant. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."

They get out and walk toward the supermarket. Sylvie grabs his hand as they pass through the automatic doors. He adjusts their hands to tangle their fingers together. The smile she points at him afterward is nothing short of radiant.

They each pick out an entree, a side, and a drink and head to the registers. The meal is easily more affordable than the fancy dinner he assumed he would need to treat her to and Sylvie seems just as excited about this food as she would about anything else.

She leans toward him to speak in a low voice as they wait their turn in line. "This chicken salad is amazing. I've been dreaming about it all week."

When they reach the cashier, Matt waves. They had English together last year. It must suck to have to work the night of the dance. "Hey, Naomi."

She smiles sweetly at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Matt, hi! I thought you'd be at the dance. What are you doing here?"

"We're on our way there," he replies. It's not technically a lie. They are going to the school after all. "But my date," he says nodding toward Sylvie and pointing a teasing grin at her. "Just had to have some of this chicken salad so here we are."

"Date?" Naomi asks, eyes widening with curiosity. "I just assumed you'd be going with Gabby again."

"Ah, no, Gabby and I broke up last year." He distracts himself from the interest in Naomi's stare and the awkward question by pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He nods to Sylvie again. "Have you met Sylvie Brett? She just started at our school this year."

Sylvie smiles but Matt can tell it's forced. Naomi skims a gaze over Sylvie but seems unimpressed. "I wish I'd known you were available. I've got to find better sources for my gossip."

"Yeah, okay," Matt says with a wince. "Can you ring us up? We're sort of eager to get going."

The smile on Sylvie's face doesn't waiver but he can see her eyes narrowing every so slightly. "By the way," she says, in a firm yet overly polite voice. "He's not."

"Not what?" Naomi asks as she turns her attention to the register and rings up their items.

"Available."

Matt should be offended that Sylvie's speaking for him. He used to hate it when Gabby did that and she did it a lot. But this moment with Sylvie is different. He's too thrilled to hear her claim him to care that she hasn't run it by him first.

That one word grabs Naomi's attention. She quirks a brow at Sylvie but otherwise ignores her, choosing to tell Matt his total instead. He pays, grabs Sylvie's hand, and leads them outside.

"Oh my god," Sylvie says, closing her eyes and hiding her face in his shoulder. "I can't believe I just did that. I am so sorry."

"Sylvie, really, it's fine--"

"No, I shouldn't have said that without talking to you about it first. Just because we're going on one date doesn't mean that you want everyone to think you're taken or that we're an item or something and I just went and blabbed that we are to -- whoever the heck that was. She was just so rude and blatantly checking you out right in front of me! It made me so mad and-- and--"

"Jealous?" He suggests, interrupting her with a mirthful smirk.

"Do not let that go to your head," she warns, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Too late," he replies, taking her food from her and setting both their meals on the hood of his car. "Sylvie Brett just told the biggest gossip in school that I'm hers. If anything's gonna puff up my ego, it's that. Next time Sheffield comes sniffing around I'll be sure to tell him you're unavailable too. Truthfully, I can't wait. Maybe we'll run into him tonight."

"Wait, hold on," Sylvie says, stepping closer to him. "You're happy I basically told her you're mine like a jealous girlfriend?"

He shrugs, barely withholding a gleeful smile. "Like you said, she was rude. Naomi kinda deserved it. Plus, what if I told you I want you to be my girlfriend?"

Her confusion melts into elation. "You do?"

"More than anything."

She laughs and then bounces up onto her toes, grabbing his face and bringing his lips down to hers. It's a quick, excited kiss. Passionate but over much too soon. He responds by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him, resting his forehead on hers.

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a hell yes," Sylvie says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank God," Matt says before he swoops in for another kiss. This one is deeper and longer and far more exploratory. Kissing Sylvie Brett is already one of his favorite memories and it's not even over yet. Nor will this be the last time he kisses her. No, he plans to keep coming back for more for as long as he can.

He never saw the new girl coming. She's flipped everything he thought he knew upside down and he's glad she did. His world needed a little shaking up. Thank God it was Sylvie that did the shaking. He doesn't want to imagine how his senior year would have started without her.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #furrynachosublime #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Meet Me In The Hallway, Chapter Two

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (Dylan)

chapter rating: M (pining, sisterly arguments, language, marijuana consumption)

word count: 4k

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Dylan’s four a.m. alarm rang violently on her nightstand, her phone buzzing in short bursts to aid in waking her up as though she needed it. She’d been tossing and turning all night long, something she’d dealt with most of her conscious life.

Sitting up, Dylan let out a groan as she blindly searched for her phone to silence it only to knock it off her nightstand, the thud ringing out in the dead-silent home.

“Fuck me,” she grumbled, throwing her blanket off so that she could fumble her way to her feet to search for the still blaring cellphone buzzing on the ground. Flicking on her bedside lamp, she found her phone halfway underneath her bed and grabbed it, shutting off the alarm that had long since woken her up. “Die, you stupid piece of shit.”

Dylan slid her slippers on and opened the bedroom door with a yawn, not expecting to see Frankie stepping into the hallway at the same time.

His face was tired, eyes puffy from a lack of sleep, the wrinkles in his forehead more deeply set than typical as he wore a disgruntled scowl. And yet Dylan couldn’t help the desire that brewed in her belly at the sight of him in a pair of worn out flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else even in her only half-awake morning chaos.

“Your alarm—“

“I know, I’m so sorry,” she sighed earnestly. Frankie’s scowl softened with every blink, his eyes focusing more as he entered full consciousness. He suddenly looked shocked or offended, she couldn’t decipher which, as he took in her state: a tank top and a pair of cotton boyshorts that she considered quite modest.

“Sorry,” he apologized and lifted the heels of his palms to his eyes to rub at them. “I’m still half-asleep.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Go back to bed, I won’t be making any more noise. Promise.”

“Alright, have, uh, have a good day at work, Dylan,” he croaked with a sleep-deep voice that she was sure would play over in her dreams tonight.

“You too, Frankie.” Dylan stayed standing there as Frankie disappeared back into his bedroom, a smitten grin on her face that probably she would’ve teased one of her friends for if they looked at a man that way, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

After brushing her teeth and getting put together in the bathroom, she got dressed in her usual work outfit, a plain black t-shirt, black jeans, and pair of sensible (and hideous) non-slip sneakers. By the time she was through getting ready it was nearly five, so with a quick grab of her bag, she rushed into the kitchen to make a coffee and something quick on the go. Benny surprised her as she rounded the corner, making her squeal and cover her mouth.

“Jesus—“ She put her hand over her heart as he chuckled and carried on with making his breakfast. Dylan carried on, too, and walked over to the coffee machine. “Are you usually up so early?”

“Yeah, I have morning workouts,” he replied over the sizzling of eggs in a pan and the gurgle of the coffee pot.

“Oh yeah, you’re a fighter, right?”

“Think I’m one, at least,” he quipped.

“How, uh, did the movie go with my sister?” As if on cue, Lennon came waltzing into the kitchen in what she assumed was one of Benny’s t-shirts. Both women freezed as they locked eyes. Dylan turned furious, her sisters meek smile only fueling the anger she felt. “Really? My first night here and you sleep with my fucking roommate?”

“It just happened—“

“Morning.” Frankie stormed into the room with a tired scowl, though this time it seemed intentional. Dylan suddenly felt sick with guilt, her lips parting as she watched him passive aggressively prepare himself breakfast, clanking dishes and cupboards in the process.

“Sorry for waking you up,” she offered while Benny finished plating his and Lennon’s meals before immediately heading back to his bedroom.

Although she was met with silence, she didn’t let it discourage her attempts at an apology. Instead, she grabbed the mug that was supposed to be for her and poured him a cup of coffee. She walked it over to him as he scrambled eggs in a pan at the stove, his eyes finally meeting hers as she set it down on the counter beside him. “I really am sorry. I gotta go open the shop but you should bring Rina by for that cupcake later on.”

He softened the scowl he was wearing and gave her a flicker of appreciation, his smile faint but there as he nodded at her. Dylan smiled back and walked away to fill her thermos with what remained in the coffee pot. With a frantic and mumbled goodbye, she buzzed out of the house and headed out to the bakery, unaware of the chill her absence brought on to Frankie who remained there at the stove, trying to pretend the butterflies swarming in his chest didn’t exist.

“Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t—“

“It just happened,” groaned Lennon as she set her things down in the back of the bakery and clocked in for her afternoon shift. “I don’t even see what the big deal is—“

Dylan dropped what she was doing—literally, the half-frozen ball of cookie dough in her palm hit the parchment paper on the counter as she whipped her head around to glare at her sister.

“The big deal is that I have to fucking live there—I want to fucking live there—and if this shit ends weirdly between the two of you, it’s me that will have to deal with it,” Dylan scolded in as quiet a voice as she could muster. “It’s a big fucking deal, Len.”

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Dylan turned back to the tray of cookies in front of her. “Just…go watch the front counter. I got it back here.”

“Dyl—“

“Go or clock out.”

Lennon stared at the back of her sisters head for another beat before sucking her teeth and doing as she said, pushing her way through the metal swinging doors that led to the front of the bakery.

With Lennon out of her vicinity, Dylan could finally breathe. She returned to her task, setting out pre-rolled cookie dough balls on a pan so that she could have fresh cookies for the lunch rush.

While she was grateful for the quick popularity her bakery had earned in the few short months it had been up and running, it was starting to become too popular, at least for just Dylan and Lennon. They needed an extra set of hands to keep up with the demand, but with what money? The store brought in a good amount of cash daily, but almost all of it went right back into the shop, the cost of utilities and rent leaving her with only a few hundred dollars every week as her “paycheck”. Lennon worked for next-to nothing, her work-from-home corporate job taking care of all her financial needs, which was the only way Dylan could even afford her. The time was coming for her to have to make a tough choice and hire someone on, hoping that whoever she found would be willing to help out for the bare minimum of what she could pay.

“Hey!” Lennon greeted from the front, a familiar lightness in her tone that had Dylan’s brows furrowing. “Fancy meeting you guys here.”

Intrigued enough to pause her task, Dylan walked over to the sink and scrubbed her hands clean before stepping into the front to see who’d walked in.

“There she is!” Santi greeted with a big smile, his charm bringing one to Dylan’s face despite her stress and current fury over her sister’s decisions. Beside him stood Frankie and Rina, the little girl’s eyes barely visible over the counter. Further away, Benny stood near the refrigerator displaying freshly decorated cakes, chatting up Lennon.

“Daddy, I want a cookie,” Rina announced, pointing into the glass enclosure on the counter.

“Which would you like?” Dylan asked with a smile, trying to shoo away her stress so that her new roommates wouldn’t see that side of her.

“Hm,” she took a minute to peruse the selection before finally landing on one. “The red one.”

“Do you even like red velvet, baby?” Frankie asked, smoothing her curls back.

“Yeah,” she declared, though neither of them fully believed she’d ever even had it.

“Okay,” he chuckled and locked eyes with Dylan, that same spark she felt last night reigniting with something as small as one glance. “Red velvet it is.”

“And for you?” Dylan asked while she squeezed her gloves on and prepared the small paper sachet to hold the cookie.

“I don’t know,” he looked around the case of sweets. “What do you recommend?”

“He’s gonna take forever to decide, so I’m gonna make it easy on you and just get a chocolate cupcake, please,” Santi interrupted, earning a chuckle from Dylan and an eye roll from Frankie.

“Sure thing,” she gave Santi a nod as she handed Rina her cookie from over the counter. “And back to your question, Frankie, I’ve been really into our cupcake of the week. It’s a vanilla cupcake with passion fruit curd and raspberry buttercream on top, super fruity and just a little sour from the passion fruit, but the vanilla just mellows it out. I think it’s my favorite so far.”

“Well, I’ll have that, then,” he smiled. “And please, ring all this up.”

“It’s on the house—“

“No,” he shook his head and gave her the kind of smile that would’ve made her do anything he asked. Handing Santi and Frankie their cupcakes, Dylan attempted to control her blossoming crush on her new roommate. “I want to pay.”

“Fine, but Rina’s is going to be free on account of her being adorable,” Dylan gave him a playful stern look, earning a small breath of a chuckle.

“Fine,” he feigned sass.

“Is there something happening here?” Santi grinned and pointed back and forth between Frankie and Dylan, both of their cheeks turning red at the accusation.

“Shut up and go eat your cupcake,” Frankie slapped Santi’s stomach and shooed him away. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s alright,” she dismissed his apology with a friendly smile. “How, uh, how’s the cupcake?”

“Delicious,” he was quick to reply after sucking a bit of frosting off his thumb. Dylan’s eyes lowered to watch as his tongue swiped over his plump bottom lip, allowing herself just a split second to fantasize over how his tongue would feel elsewhere before she snapped herself back to reality with a clearing of her throat.

“Does Benny want anything?” she asked, nudging her chin towards Benny as he and Lennon giggled near the window. Frankie chuckled and shook his head.

“He just wanted to come with because he knew she was gonna be here,” he replied.

“Is he…what’s his whole deal?” she asked, taking in the way her little sister seemed to beam with happiness in his presence. In any other circumstance, she’d be happy for Lennon, but this wasn’t some random guy she happened to meet at a coffee shop or something—this was Dylan’s roommate.

“He’s a good guy,” Frankie assured. “A little bit of a bachelor, but a good guy.”

“So I should calm down,” she sighed, attempting to exhale her frustration over their situationship.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, looking back at the couple. “She seems happy enough.”

“Yeah, well,” Dylan chuckled. “It’s only been a day.”

“Good things can happen overnight,” he argued, cracking a small smile. Dylan felt her heart rate quicken as hope began to creep into her thoughts. Could he be talking about more than just Benny and Lennon? Did she want him to? “Well, I guess we’ll be getting out of your hair. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do than stand here and talk to us.”

“Honestly, talking to you has been the highlight of my otherwise shitty day,” she offered a smile. Frankie’s cheeks flushed a bit at her words, his eyes dropping to the top of Roma’s head as she leaned up against his leg, her cookie now long gone.

“What’s, uh, the total?”

“Oh, right.” Dylan rang up Frankie and Santi’s cupcakes, giving them a discount that she decided she wouldn’t tell Frankie about so as to not start another back and forth. “Alright, five dollars even.”

“Sounds a little low, but alright,” he chuckled and handed over a five dollar bill. “We’ll see you back at the house, then?”

“Five o’clock sharp,” you confirmed with a nod.

“I’m making spaghetti tonight, that cool?” Frankie asked quickly as Rina began to tug on his hand to pull him towards her uncle waiting by the door.

“Sounds great,” she giggled and waved Rina goodbye, shocked when the little girl waved back.

“Seems the cookie did the trick!” Frankie joked as he finally allowed Rina to pull him out of the bakery.

“God, I love him,” Lennon mused as she stared out of the window, watching the boys as they walked down the sidewalk.

“You just met him, Len,” Dylan sighed.

“And you think you’re any better with your obvious crush on the single-daddy?” Lennon snapped, no longer taking the gentle approach to their conflict.

“At least I haven’t fucked him, especially not on the first fucking night of knowing him. And, if you must fucking know, I don’t have a crush on him,” Dylan retorted, heading back into the kitchen. Lennon followed behind, keeping the swinging metal door open to listen for customers while continuing their argument.

“Maybe you should! It would loosen you the fuck up.”

“Loosen me up?” Dylan repeated, astounded.

“Yeah! You’ve been a bitch ever since quitting—“

“Because I’ve been poor!” Dylan reminded.

“Because you chose to be! You chose to do this—“

“Oh, right! It’s my fucking fault for wanting to pursue my dream instead of continuing to be a corporate fucking clone like you.”

“At least this corporate fucking clone has their own place. At least I can pay my bills.”

“Go the fuck home, then,” Dylan ordered.

“You’re serious?” Lennon folded her arms over her chest.

“Yes. Get out.” Dylan mimicked her sister’s stance and nudged her head towards the door, Lennon kissing her teeth in response.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Lennon spat as she walked over to the coat hanger and grabbed her bag before storming out.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Dylan mocked to the air, her sister long gone.

Channeling her frustration into her favorite outlet, Dylan fixed her attention onto the cookies in front of her, spreading them out into two perfect lines of four on the baking sheet before stuffing them inside the oven.

There was something satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch, perhaps that’s why she always loved it so much. Whenever she was in the kitchen, she was in control of the outcome, unlike her real life where she was simply an ingredient.

Before she knew it, Dylan had finished every task on her list, took care of the afternoon rush by herself, and even managed to tidy the shop up by closing time. Switching the sign that hung in the door from “open” to “closed” and locking all the doors, Dylan grabbed the leftover, unsellable cookies and headed out the back door to her car.

When she arrived back at the house, it sounded as though a party was being held. Music thumping inside could be heard from the driveway as she walked up to the front door to put her key in. Stepping inside, she was greeted by the sound of a little girl’s happy squeals, Rina running across the entryway from the kitchen as though someone was chasing her. Sure enough, right behind her was her father, stomping towards her as though he was some sort of monster. Spotting Dylan standing there with an amused smile on her face, he froze, a look of embarrassment taking the place of whatever funny face he’d been making to entertain his child.

“H-hello,” he greeted, all-too formal.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” she chuckled, pointing down the hallway. “I think there’s still an adorable little girl on the loose.”

“Daddy!” Rina stomped out of Frankie’s bedroom, clearly unimpressed by the amount of time it was taking him to catch her. “Why’d you stop being a monster?”

“Because I was embarrassed,” he chuckled, scratching his neck as he walked to her, scooping her up into his arms. “I gotta get back to making dinner, baby. You wanna help me or do you wanna go outside with Uncle Ben and Lennon?”

“Uncle Ben,” she decided, squirming from her father’s arms so that she could run through the living room to the glass door, tugging it open and closing it behind her.

“Lennon’s here?” Dylan asked as she followed Frankie into the kitchen. Frankie turned down the music and nodded as he returned to chopping garlic. Noting the shift in Dylan’s smile, he decided to pry.

“Everything good with you two?” he asked, careful not to overstep.

Dylan sighed and shook her head, opening up the box of treats and grabbing the first one. Frankie watched as she soothed herself with a cupcake, a smile of endearment growing on his face.

“Gonna ruin your appetite,” he warned playfully.

“I promise you, I won’t,” she assured with a chuckle. “Smells really good, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he blushed. “It’s the one thing I can make well.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she smiled and pulled up a seat at the island to watch him as he moved on to chopping parsley and basil. “How long has she been over here?”

“Not long after we got back from your shop,” he replied as he walked the chopped herbs over to the sauce he was simmering. “She seemed pretty upset, so Benny’s kind of taken it upon himself to distract her.”

Dylan scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“What’s up?” Frankie persisted, meeting her eyes.

“Nothing,” she sighed and rolled her shoulders. “I think I’m going to go take a shower before dinner’s done.”

“Okay,” he nodded, though he was reluctant to bury his curiosity. “Should be ready in thirty minutes or so.”

“Sounds good.”

After a lengthy and nearly scalding hot shower, Dylan started off towards the kitchen in a pair of oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, her caramel highlighted hair resting damp in waves over her shoulders. The sound of crowding stopped her, the kitchen seemingly holding the entire household, including Lennon. Sighing, she resigned to having a late dinner just so that she didn’t have to come face to face with her little sister. Dylan went back inside of her bedroom, and with nothing better to do, drew the curtains and called it an early night.

It was well past dark by the time she surfaced again, carefully tiptoeing past a sleeping Santiago as he laid on the couch with a woman she had yet to meet, his girlfriend she supposed. Fixing herself a plate as quietly as she could, she tiptoed her way back down the hall towards her bedroom, only to run into an exhausted Frankie as he stepped carefully out of his bedroom.

“Hey,” he greeted with a rasp that went straight to her core.

“Hey,” she breathed out, caught off guard by his shirtless state, the gray sweatpants he was wearing hanging low on his hips and doing very little to conceal his modesty. “Just grabbing dinner.”

“Finally,” he chuckled. “Tried knocking to bring you some earlier but didn’t get an answer.”

“Yeah, I was taking a depression nap,” she joked. “But that was very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem,” he smiled kindly. “Hey, I just got Rina to sleep. You, uh, wanna join me outside for my illicit activities?”

“Illicit, huh?” she chuckled. “How illicit?”

“Just a joint,” he shrugged.

“In that case, yes, I do.” Dylan waited for Frankie to throw on a t-shirt before following him out to the backyard. He turned on the yellow fairy lights that were strung over the roof of the wooden patio cover, the space turning golden and ethereal in the matter of a second. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a smoker.”

“Used to do worse shit, but I’m too old for all that so I stick to the natural stuff,” he informed as he lit the joint in his hand. Meanwhile, Dylan scarfed her food down as though she’d been starving for days, earning a chuckle from Frankie as he exhaled the smoke. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” she groaned as he shoveled more food in her mouth ungracefully. Frankie felt more endeared by her messiness than he thought he should have been, but the sight of her being so unabashedly human warmed his heart.

“Here,” he passed her the joint and she smiled in thanks, wiping the pasta sauce from her lips so that she could hit it. With a singular cough, she exhaled the smoke and watched it dance off in clouds in the air, the golden lights illuminating it all the more. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” she nodded and let out a chuckle. “I’m just…ever since I was a kid, I had to be a fucking parent to her. My parents were cool, but they were also fucking irresponsible and absent. I gave up my youth to make sure she was good, that she’d be able to date and afford nice things and get into a good school so she could get a good job. And now, all that shit has come true for her. She’s doing good, but…god, I’m just fucking stuck. She has her own place and nice things and doesn’t have to scrape by to live and…gets fucking laid like a normal adult. Meanwhile, I live with a bunch of dudes I don’t know, I can hardly afford the gas it takes to get to work, and I haven’t been touched by a man in…fuck, how long has it been?” She looked at Frankie with an amused smile, laughing at herself thanks to the weed now in her system. Frankie didn’t smile back, his brows laced together in concern as he listened to her intently. “I’m sorry. Dumping all this shit on you when you’re going through your own shit.”

“No,” he shook his head and reached his hand over, resting it on top of hers. Dylan’s fingers twitched with the desire to touch him back, but she refrained. “Listen, I don’t know you very well, but I know you well enough to know that good things are still out there waiting for you. You don’t have to be her parent anymore, like you said, she’s good. Now, you just have to figure out how to make yourself good.”

“Well, sex would be an easy start,” she joked, but quickly saw the panic in Frankie’s eyes. “Oh—I didn’t mean with you. Not that…not that I wouldn’t want you, I just—I just meant I should try to get laid—god, nevermind.”

Frankie laughed and shook his head, pulling his hand back to his lap.

“Come out with us this weekend,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find an easy lay out at the bars.”

“I’m too old for casual sex,” she sighed with a frown. “Gotta have a connection first. So annoying.”

“I’m right there with ya,” he chuckled. “I haven’t fucked anyone in at least a year. And now with Rina sharing my bedroom…doubt it’ll happen anytime soon.”

“Well,” she plucked the joint from his hand and lifted it to her lips, taking a drag before handing it back over. “To celibacy.”

Frankie laughed and nodded, taking another hit as well. “To celibacy. And good things.”

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fluff #frankie morales x oc #frankie morales angst #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales #mmith

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Neymar x f reader!!!

Content: not much but knowing the characters I promise I’ll post the other part once I’m done with this one

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Gif not mine🤍

Y/N Y/L/N is such a famous name and is known worldwide! Y/n is an actress and a beauty influencer and a makeup influencer. You have so much potential and power you’re so powerful to the point where people envy you. You are beautiful so much so they can’t even tell what’s the difference between you and the moon (cuz u know the moon is beautiful) but most surely you’re more beautiful. With so much power has its side effects people want to use you that thing makes you hard to get and push everybody.

You have two best friends you guys are basically like sisters you’re the middle one of the group

Arabella is the oldest in the group you and the other friend rely on her she’s from a wealthy family and she’s an arab she's beautiful like really( she’s a Muslim and a hijabi:) )

Y/N (you) you’re the most beautiful among the trio (The middle one) you’re the type who brings the tea around and Arabella and the other friend really like your charm

Lily the youngest in the group she’s the party quite literally! She’s the funniest and if she just said a word you and Arabella would burst out laughing! (She is Vietnamese Asian!)

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You were getting ready to go to a party with your friends to have some fun you were wearing such a beautiful dress that was breathtaking (will show at the end of the story) you come out of the dressing room as you see your besties gasping in amusement "OH MY GOD Y/N YOU LOOK SO DAMN STUNNING IM SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR U BABE!!" Lily said with a dramatic facial expression and voice. You giggle "like they say lily, the wearer of the dress makes it more beautiful not going to lie y/n you look gorgeous!" Arabella said with a calm yet energetic voice and a small grin "Thanks ara , you also look beautiful" (will show lily and Arabella dress in the end) "THAT'S WHAT I SAID, LOVE!!!" Lily scream out of excitement!

"Now ladies we have a party to attend, don’t we?" You said with an engine voice the two girls nod Arabella on the right side of you and lily on the left side. You link your arm around their arm as you two got in the limo. When you and the other girls get out of the limo cameras flash before your life! "What the heck?" you said without expecting the flash "omgggg these paparazzi are everywhere!" Lily said angrily "C'mon girls we need to go!" Ara said. You and the girls immediately get in the club with the loud music playing you stand so as Lily is in confusion "MS ARABELLA ISN'T IT HARAM FOR YOU TO GET IN A CLUB!?!?” Lily said with A̶ confused look "RIGHT!!" You said quickly "you dumbasses yes I am I’m leaving from the back exit because this one is filled with paparazzi also I wore this suit because I have meetings to attend see you two later!" Arabella quickly leaves and disappears in the crowd. "umm that was weird but GIRL WE HAVE TO DRINK AND DANCE!" Lily said, "yes let’s party!" You say you and Lily immediately get on the dance floor you Danced your heart out! You look left and right and back to see Lily she was nowhere to be seen. It’s okay she will come around eventually you go to the bar you sit on the chair requesting a cocktail while waiting for your order you see a handsome man with piercing green eyes you could’ve sworn you saw the galaxy in them . Deep inside your heart, you know that you saw him somewhere but where!!!

You try not to look because that’s rude trying to distract yourself you look at your nails that you did in the nail tic until "You know you look silly trying not to look." You turn to the side to see the handsome man chucking "haha… yeah sorry I didn’t want to look weird" you two make eye contact it was heaven!! His eyes.. oh mymymy.. they were just so hypnotizing. That sweet bubble quickly burst as you hear the bartender calling your name "miss miss miss!" The bartender says with an angry expression “ oh yes thank you!” You take the cocktail as the bartender goes to get the orders of the other guests

You look annoyed because of the bartender WHO burst YOUR BUBBLE then you hear a teasing laugh you knew it was the handsome stranger you look at him "You looked so silly" "stop laughing!!!!!" You say "make me" the man looks at you with a smirk "Fine then I’ll leave then,” you say but you just caught the quick facial expression as if he didn’t expect that. the man would grab you by the arm gently "fine I’ll stop just don’t leave!" You grin as if you win. You sit down "So what’s your name?" You say with a tilted head to the side "Neymar jr" the man says while taking a sip from his beer. "What about you?" Neymar asks "Y/N Y/L/N," you say while taking a sip of your cocktail he doesn’t know you which was good so he doesn’t use you like other guys if they had the chance

You and Neymar kept talking for hours.. until "Y/N!" You hear an angry voice you turn to the left oh my god it’s Lily you forgot about her Lily would turn her head to the side to see who’s with you"Ara is here already-" she stops at her track you could see how pale she is she quickly takes you to the side away from Neymar "GIRL YOU ARE WITH NEYMAR THE NEYMAR JR???" Lily says with a scream "I don’t even know him why is he famous or something??” Lily gasps in disbelief "BITCH NEYMAR JR IS A FAMOUS FOOTBALLER HE KNOWS MESSI AND MANY MORE!!!" You Stare at her in confusion until it hit you "THE NEYMAR JR THAT HAS BEEN IN OUR FYPS IN TIKTOK THE HANDSOME ONE???" You say in surprise Lily quickly nods omg you knew in your heart that he looked familiar then Neymar clears his throat behind you and Lily you two would quickly turn back “oh neyyyy hiii she’s all yours now TAKE HER" Lily says pushing you at Neymar you aren’t expecting that so as Neymar lily quickly run as he laughs. Neymar is so close and so warm.. HELL EVEN YOUR TITS JIGGLED WHEN LILY PUSHED YOU Neymar was caught off guard once he felt your boobs against his chest and the way they felt and jiggled…

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~~DRESSES~~

YOUR OUTFIT :

So simple yet so sexy Xx

LILLY'S OUTFIT:

So cute and so pretty

ARABELLA'S OUTFIT:

So modest and elegant!

Part two coming soon I promise I’ll keep going if I see the support!

#neymar jr x reader #neymar #neymar jr #new rp #neymajr #baroque #cocktails #beer #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hornyyy #lol omg #ahhh he’s so cute #like pls #use me pls #part 1 of many #neymar x y/n #neymar x reader #neymar x you

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 15 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Abigail has locked herself in her room and Sy has no idea how to deal with last night's debacle.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mention of murder and prison, but nothing severe.

A/N: Today it's @keanureevesisbae her birthday (the big 24), so don't be shy and congratulate her 🥰🤗

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

So, last night started out great. I knew Livia would look gorgeous, because we bought the dress together, but when I was waiting for her in the lobby of the hotel and I saw her, I was flabbergasted in the good sense. That green dress looked stunning on her, it hugged her frame in all the right places. Paired with the heels and her long locks and a little bit more make-up than she usually wore.

It did remind me of prom night.

When I placed my hand on her lower back, to give her that physical nudge to actually walk inside, I realized why she was so dead set on having me along her side, minus the fact she had to turn her lie into reality, because of what she said to Chris.

Livia Darmandi isn’t great with large crowds. Nervous ticks I thought she retired in high school came back full force. She chewed on her bottom lip, it appeared like she was holding her breath continuously and even when I saw her coming back from the bathroom, she patted herself on the head, a nervous tick she did all the way through high school, almost like she was consoling herself.

My poor Liv.

And that meant I had to be there for her. Which I did. When she was talking to people, she introduced me as her best friend and when I sensed she got slightly nervous, I’d place my hand on her back and she physically relaxed.

Last night was supposed to be great, but then it made a full 180.

And now I’m just furious.

Fucking Chris. I don’t think I ever saw that much hurt in my sister’s eyes. She’s a tough one, but this absolutely broke her. It’s that I don’t hit ladies, but that woman was really close on getting a smack on the head from me.

No one hurts my sister.

All morning I’ve spent chopping wood, carrying the logs to the barn and taking care of the animals. All to distract myself from the fact I want to strangle Chris. I was tempted to look up how long you have to spend time in prison for murder, but I didn’t.

I drop the logs on the ground when I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. ‘Hi,’ I say when I pick up and place the phone on the windowsill of the barn.

I stare at Livia’s beautiful face on my screen, as she apparently has decided to FaceTime me, instead of calling. She looks casual, with her hair up in a bun and from the looks of it, she’s still in her pajamas. She looked absolutely gorgeous last night, but even dressed down, Livia Darmandi still looks ethereal.

‘How is Abigail?’

‘She locked herself in her room.’

Livia grumbles. ‘Well, I stalked that bitch Bethany online and boy… If you wanna talk about big city girls, I think she puts all of them to shame. She’s a big city girl with daddy’s credit card. The worst kind.’

I nod. ‘Figured that much.’

‘So, Abigail hasn’t shown herself at all?’

I shake my head. ‘Nope.’

‘You know, you should bring her some wine.’

‘What? Wine? Liv, it’s twelve in the afternoon,’ I say, rolling up my sleeves.

‘Yeah so?’ Livia asks. ‘Bring her some wine. Caleb Syverson, I implore you to get your sister a nice glass. It has been a tragic night, she deserves some alcohol. Also, when you do give her that wine, tell her detective Livia Darmandi is looking into all of Bethany’s weak spots and we’ll get her back.’

I can’t help but smile, because of the way Livia is trying to make me feel better and hoping therefore she makes Abigail feel better. ‘I will do that.’

‘On another note, I really had fun last night. You really do radiate calmness. Sorry for being a nervous wreck.’

‘You were a nervous wreck,’ I say, ‘but it was fine. You’re pretty cute when you’re nervous.’

She smiles and says: ‘And you are absolutely thirst trapping with that lumberjack blouse and the rolled up sleeves. I think it’s a good thing that the shed is far away from civilization, because no one would survive that.’

I push aside the shed and the memories attached to it, however parts of it still slip. She looked gorgeous that night, but she always was gorgeous. It didn’t matter whether or not she was in that red prom dress, or in her worn down pajamas. Her smile, her body, her trust in me.

Over the course of the years, I hadn’t been living like a monk. The times I left Sapphire Falls, I had emerged myself in some bar visits, pool games and what not, where I met different women. But I couldn’t attach myself to them. It never felt good, it never felt familiar.

It never felt like it did with Livia.

‘Stop that,’ I say.

‘Never,’ she retorts. ‘Anyways, I’m going back to my writing and my digging on a certain ex-fiancée and you are going to…?’

‘Bring my sister some wine.’

‘Oh, Sy, where did you get that marvelous idea from?’

I shrug. ‘Don’t know. Think some annoying lady nagged about it.’

‘I will kill you next time I see you,’ she tells me, glaring at me. ‘Alright, see you later. Bye.’ She blows me a joking kiss, before she hangs up.

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Knowing better than to dismiss Livia’s ideas, I do what she commanded me to and I have poured in a glass of wine. I am not the sophisticated kind, so I googled how much wine to pour in. There is a chance I still messed up, but wine is wine and it will taste good no matter what, I suppose.

I knock on the door and hear a: ‘Go away.’

I know better than to listen to that. ‘I’ve got something for you,’ I say.

‘Go away.’ This time, she sounds even more pissed than before.

‘Livia told me I should bring you wine,’ I continue, a door still dividing us. ‘Want me to place it down on the ground here or hand it to you?’

It stays silent and I think she’s contemplating whether or not she is gonna allow me in. ‘Come in.’

I open the door, only to see Abigail curled up in her bed, not sparing me a look.

‘Don’t ask,’ she says. ‘Just hand me the glass and give me a refill in approximately half an hour.’

Knowing she doesn’t want to talk more about it, I simply hand her the glass and walk back out. I close the door and let out a deep sigh, before I continue on my business of carrying around the logs. To keep myself distracted is the best way for me to go.

I know that there has always been this lingering feeling between Chris and my sister, but I felt like I wasn’t the right person to tell them to get their shit together, when I couldn’t even tell Livia how much I adored her.

But there is this thing between Chris and Abigail and that is they hurt each other unintentionally.

I move onto chopping wood, when I hear someone approach. I turn around and see Chris walking up to me.

That son of a bitch.

‘She doesn’t wanna talk to you,’ I tell him. ‘And neither do I, so just go.’

He doesn’t just go. Instead Chris has the audacity to open his mouth and says: ‘Sy, just listen to—’

‘I’m holding an ax and I’m pissed at you. Know that I don’t care if I go to prison for murder.’ To further prove my point, I use my ax to chop the log in two. Chris swallows hard. Despite him having some extra height, even back in high school, it was clear I was the strongest and with just one look, I can confirm that’s still the case. ‘Now get off my damn property.’

For a second he hesitates, but then Chris nods. ‘Just tell her I’m sorry, okay?’ And with that, he saunters off.

Like I’m gonna tell her that.

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therealpontius · 1 year

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Romeo and Juliet

Plot: mtv is hosting a huge party which your sworn enemies (to the public eye) will be attending too

Warnings: drug misuse/alcoholism/public sex (not reader)/ no smut involving reader

Mtv. Fame. Money. Jackass. Street cats.

"Hey you ready?" Your friend sadie asked, slipping on her heels.

When jackass first started it raised all the little boys ego, dressing and acting like the idiots that flung themself around on tv every saturday night. You and your friend group got pretty sick of the whole 'boys will be boys' situation knowing if you done it you would be called 'wreckless whores'. At first no one was intrested but as soon as the female audience of jackass heard of the new show 'street cats' they went crazy, devouring every last peace they could. Tonight was a stupid mtv party they were hosting for all the popular stars to show up to, ozzy osbourne would be there so you were beyond exited.

"Totally, never been more ready" you wore low waisted blue jeans with a tight crop top and hoop earrings. "We are going to fucking kill it, the girls are waiting so we better be fast" with that you stood up, feeling more pretty that ever before, your blonde hair warm against your cheeks from recently straightening it. You and sadie left the room to see pam, dolly and oprah sitting in the hall, beers sitting in each one of their hands "hey girl!" Oprah greeted you, standing up with the rest "you all look stunning, we are going to kick those idiots asses tonight!" You said enthusiastically to lighten the mood. Jackass was much more popular but that didnt mean you guys werent better, and hotter.

As you entered the red carpet, looking around at the multiple drug addicts that posed like they were the face of america, you got yourself prepared to get shitfaced and have either the best or worst night of your life. "Hey street cats!" A interview shouted your attention. More interviewers noticed so it gave you the opportunity to get interviewed separately. "Hey y/n! Hows your night going?" "Yeah good so far, just arrived!" "Thats great, you look amazing! Who are you the most exited about meeting tonight?" "Thankyou! Definitely ozzy osbourne, big inspiration for me growing up" "same here sister! Who are you least exited to meet?" You thought for a moment and brought yourself closer to the mic as if to tell the audience a secret that no one else knows. "Dont tell anyone but the jackass boys" you laughed alittle and backed away "thats all the questions i got, have a good night!"

As you walked around you couldnt see the girls, 'they probably just gone off to mingle' you thought, looking round the crowd to see if you noticed anyone. You flinched feeling a double tap on your shoulder, turning round with a smile that quickly dropped at the smug smile of the western hunk. "Heya doll!" "Hey johnny, can i help?" He smiled down at you only making you resent him more. "Just wanting to talk! Good luck for later becuase we are totally going to kick your ass at the drinking competition steve-os holding for us" you crossed your arms, feeling cameras take pictures of you both. "Yeah? And who said you are? You are your side hoes are weak." Johnny let out a forced laugh, bam appearing next to him "bam! Bam! Did you hear what she said?" Bam shook his head and smiled at anticipation "she called you my side hoe and said we are weak!" They both fake laughed, clutching their stomachs "your fake laughs dont phase me boys" "doubt is sweetheart, your only a little girl of course they are. You only started this 'street tramps' thing to copy us! You seek our validation!" Bam said, johnny nodding along "'street cats' you bafoon. Now piss off, ill see you later when i out drink your asses" you stormed away "yeah whatever!" Bam shouted behind you.

20 minutes later the scene had got much more busy and you managed to meet up with the girls, telling them about the competition steve-o was holding. At first they shut it down but as they thought about it more you all decided to atleast try with the chance of embarrassing them all. "Oh my god! Ozzy! Hes here!" You squeal "well girl its your scene, we will wait here you go meet him!" Dolly said, shoving you towards him. "Hello mr osbourne!" You greet him with your hand "what is this? Fucking meeting the queen? Call me ozzy love" he smiled shaking your hand roughly "i see you on the screen, kellys a big fan!" "Thats great to hear man, we arent particularly a public favourite" you laugh, he laughs along too "neither am i!". "Holy shit ozzy?" A deep voice sounds behind you both, you and the older rock star turn your heads to see chris pontius standing in a thong and bunny ears. "You look like a fucking clown!" Ozzy laughs, taking in his whole look. Chris giggles and playfully jumps up and down "ozzy! Can we borrow you for a minute?" An interviewer shouted over, ozzy nodded in response leaving you and chris.

Chris had never really said anything to you before, you hadnt really said anything to him either. "Hey im chris pontius!" He greeted smiling, his smile made you smile you just couldnt help it. "Arent you supposed to hate me?" You ask, laughing alittle "i dont hate women, they make the world go around" he smiled, making you blush alittle "plus your hot!" Your cheeks glow red "likewise". You both share eyecontact that lasted a second too long "chris there you are i thought you- oh whats she doing here!" "Getting in the way is what shes doing, move lady we have some hard core drinking to do" chris brushed past you with his hand in steve-os shoulder. The girls walked up to you cocking their eyebrows "what the fuck was that? I havent seen you look at a man like that since thomas?" Pam asked, flicking your shoulder "i made him think he was worth me, plus these cameras are going to eat it up if we have a squabble. They did with johnny and bam so i just dont want anymore negative storys going around about me" you lied but your friends believed you, hooking your arms with theirs and walking into the huge party.

A couple of hundred booths sat, stars drinking their memory away or shoving powder up their nose in the most obvious way possible. "Its stinks like shit in here" sadie pointed out, yours moods sorta being killed. "Ladys over here!" Steve-o called out from behind you "hey o' " sadie winked jokingly. She had a one night stand with him awhile ago and knew he regretted it. "Hey sade... you girls ready?" Steve-o asked while you all sat down. Chris sat next to you, the booth was huge and curved giving all of you plenty of room. "WAITOR! Two rounds of your strongest shot!" Wee man demanded like he was royalty. "So what you girls been up to? Shopping?" Ryan asked, cocking his eyebrow "no ryan, we are thinking of new skits" dolly said calmly "'how much money can we spend in an hour?'" Bam laughed "very funny brandon, no we are going skating in an abandoned water park" pam rolled her eyes, probably regretting agreeing to drink with these bafoons. "Thats so badass i almost fell asleep hearing about it" ehren rolled his eyes "shut up danger! What do you do anyways? Prance around in a pink skirt? Safety first? So badass of you" he blushed alittle in embarrassment "exactly" "here you go" the waiter smiled, resting the tray down before you all.

You all equally took your two shots and rested them before you, looking round for Steve-o to call out when to start. "Ready ladys?" Steve-o asked cockily "always" sadie butted in "THREE TWO ONE" all at the same time you downed your shots, groaning at the bitter and flaming taste creeping down your throats. Sadie never reacted, drinking so much it was hardly ever enough anymore. "WAITOR. TWO MORE FOR US" she shouted out, making the boys groan "MAKE IT FOUR" steve-o joined in, enjoying the challenge. "So hows your night been?" Chris asked trying to make conversation "fucking fabulous, apart from when i met this guy earlier. TOTAL dick. You?" "Same here, but a girl" he giggled, making you roll your eyes.

The doubled shots arrived and you all got you your own four, looking at them like a kid who was being fourced to drink sour cough syrup. "THREE TW-" "TWO ONE" Sadie interupted steve-o making him look at her in discust. You all downed the four, a few coughing and gagging "fuck sake" you complained, running your hands down your face. "Too much for you? Your lady instincts are kicking in, better stick to a cheeky glass of wine" chris winked, with instinct you brought your fist down to his crotch harshy making him yelp "FOUR MORE" you scream, the boys laughing at chris who kept his head rested on the table

Once again you all sat with four infront of you, downing them when steve-o and sadie counted to one. "Fucking mingin!" Bam exaggerated, flailing his hands around "what even is in this?" Chris asked, looking at the small amount of liquid that sat at the bottom of the shot glass, it was thick and a dark brown colour. "Whatever it is, its workin alright" wee man laughed.

There was sort of a friendship feel between street cats and jackass, like tom and jerry. Tom never really hated jerry but just pretended so that he is not replaced, much like how the street cats pretend to hate jackass so that they can stay relevant and not be replaced with another (shitty) reality show since the views were so low.

Ten shots down and the drink hit you like a brick in the face, holy shit that cough syrup was STRONG. "This will continue im just gunna, just gunna stick to the beer" johnny slurred slightly, no one judging since they were all the same. Johnny, wee man and ehren headed to the bar leaving ryan, bam, steve-o and chris. "Why did you guys start the street tramps?" Bam asked, wanting to get a rise out of you again. "Because we are sick of people acting funny only being allowed for boys, girls can be funny too" oprah argued, bringing her pointed finger down onto the table and ignoring bams very obvious attempt at making her yell. "I think its pretty hot, just not you guys stealing our material and adding dish washers to it" steve-o shrugged, laughing to himself. "Misogynistic pig!" Sadie raised her voice, throwing one of the plastic shot glasses at steve-os head "ay fucking watch it!" He warned, slamming his hands off the table. You sighed, laying your head back wanting everyone just to calm down for once

"i wish they could just fuck again and get it over with" chris said next to your ear making you jump slightly "what?" "Cant you see it?" You both turned to face steve-o and sadie who sat staring at eachother like they were going to go for eachothers throats while everyone else was in their own conversations. "Theres too much sexual tension, i say they should just fuck, again, and get it over with" you scoff and then pause alittle "yeah your right to be honest" "always am" "well not exactly", you argue back, turning to face him. "How come?" He raised his brow, a slight smirk on his face "well what was that shit earlier, 'i could never hate a woman, they make the world go around' or some bull shit like that" he just shrugged obviously not getting what you were getting at " 'move lady' ?" He smirks alittle now understanding "what? Your a lady and i was asking you to move" "yeah. Sure-" "just admit it! Your obsessed with me!" Sadie shouted to steve-o, they looked like a mirror of eachother, standing with hands rested on the desk, angry drunk faces and both craving more drink. "Obsessed!? Your crazy!" Steve-o shouted back "oh for fuck sake calm down!" Ryan shouted over steve-o pushing him down by his sholders "if you guys are so fucking angry them just fuck the anger out, it works and we would get to have conversations that are not interrupted by two drunk psychos" he spoke again, rolling his eyes. "PSYC-" you instantly stood up and covered sadies mouth, she had clearly been drinking well before the party "sadie shut up, shut the fuck up" you whispered to her a warning and her eyes met yours, a sorry look on her face. "Just sit down, we wont be with him all evening" she nodded into your hand and sat down.

"Hello ladys!" Johnny said enthusiastically, plopping down a tray full with shots infront of him "four each" "look i really dont think that sadie and steve-o should be drinking anymore" you advise him "nice excuse but if shes out then the whole competition is over, we will win doll" you glance over to the rest of the girls to silently decide "give us the shots knoxville" pam laughs, earning four of the thick black shots placed infront of her. Ehren, wee man and johnny all sat down again. "Shit this is horrific" chris muttered to you, sensing you feeling the same way towards the pathetic competition. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, all you you throwing the liquid down your throats, the burning feeling that you all decided to forget about coming back. Ehren and bam dry heaved alittle and dolly put her head in her hands "fuck! Thats so discusting" johnny laughed, looking around at everyones vile reactions. "ANOTHER FOUR" steve-o called out making you all gasp alittle "hey.. o' maybe we should calm down alittle" chris advises earning a dirty look from his best friend "what? Are you weak?" He said with a tone of disgust "exactly FOUR MOR-" steve-o cut off his demanding when a waitor placed down the tray without care and rolled her eyes at steve-o.

"Man i really dont think i can.." wee man complained, holding his chest "stop being a pussy!" Oprah joked, taking her own four off already. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called again, heads slowly drank the shot, feeling ill with it. "Hey babes im off to go party" dolly said, grabbing her bag, as if the boys forgot that this was a party not just a bar they light up, getting up aswell. You sat behind while they all ran away to gather yourself "not your scene?" You heard chris's voice again "chris why do you keep trying to talk to me?" He held his hand to his heart "ouch? You just look like a fun person, or an uptight bitch. What one are you?" He asks, challenging you "fuck, your a persuasive guy" you say sarcastically , he holds his hand up to you and helps you to your feet, both stumbling to the crowd of people who danced.

You and chris danced like fools to the music that played loudly u till your eye caught onto sadie who slowly inched to the bathroom, hand in steve-os "chris!" You gasped, grabbing his forearm "look!" You walked alittle closer towards the two but not close enough for them to notice "holy shit they are totally going to bang, steve-o has that crazy look in his eyes" the two ran into the bathroom, chris now grabbed your forearm and ran towards the door. It felt odd to be snooping in on your friends private life but, its fun. After two minutes of pushing past stubborn drunk people you met the door, smoke came from the bottom and it stank of weed, sadie moaned louder than you ever heard. "Holy shit they are really going for it" chris giggled deeply, you noticed his growing arousal in his tiny thong but chose to ignore it. "Cmon bunny lets go do something" you smile, stealing his bunny ears and placing them on your own head "something? What do you mean?" You could tell he was hoping that you ment sex but instead you too him to the top floor.

It was quite and chill, dimly lit with a good few candles. This was the smoking area but no one really went by the rules. You got cosy on a bean bag that sat next to a window, patting the one next to you for him to sit down. "How the fuck did you know about this?" He smiled, looking around at the few rockstars who sat smoking a joint "i had a look at the venue before hand so i knew the best places" "well..." chris fished his hand into his thong making you gasp abit and look around "here" he pulled out a little plastic bag that had two joins in it "i kept them in the pocket at the bottom" he held one out to you, hesitant, you picked it up with the tip of your fingers "oh cmon its not that bad, ive been told my dick tastes quite nice" he said matter of factly, getting up and walking towards what looked like a high out his face nikki sixx. "Nikki... nikki" chris repeated untill the mans face was staring up at him, nikki had been in contact with steve-o and had talked to the boys so chris wasnt star struck.

"Dude, what the fuck are you wearing" "my uniform... can i borrow your lighter?" Nikki rolled his eyes and gave chris his lighter with a smile "there. Give it back." Chris strutted back over to you, passing you a black lighter that had 'sixx' ingraved on the side. "Thanks" you tried to hide the fact your heart was racing at the thought of nikki only a few seconds away, and lit your blunt, passing the lighter back to chris who done the same.

"The alcohol is really making its way to my brain" you laughed, trying to keep your head in place "yeah man ive got to a stage where i can just cope when im drunk, all that drinking with steve-o has REALLY taken its toll" you both laugh loosely, taking a hit of your blunts. It was dark by now and rain hit quietly off the window, the music from downstairs faded onto a blur. "Its mad thinking how thats nikki sixx" you finally said, looking over to the passed out man "yeah but hes just like us... famous" chris giggled blowing smoke into your face "its crazy thinking we have people who want to be us" you add making him think "like im an Inspiration to kelly osbourne" his eyes widened "really? Im an Inspiration to every demon spawn child" "i saw a child wearing the party boy track suit with these on the other day" you point to the ears that still sat contently on your head. "Thats cute, i wanna have children one day and raise them to be the most respectful little people i can" he said looking out the window "yeah right, your kids are going to be devils" "no no im being serious, i want them to be more respectful than i have been tonight, im sorry" he nodded to you as if to tell you 'im being serious' "well thats okay, atleast you gave me a penis blunt" you smile, taking another long draw. "Heh. Penis blunt".

Your blunts both finished and the conversation got less frequent "you think theyd be done banging now?" Chris asks, making you think of what he ment for a second "ofcourse its been like what, an hour? Lets go see" you both stood up to head for the stairs, nikki wasnt there anymore so you slipped the lighter into your pocket hoping to have your own little souvenir. As the party music became louder and the number of people became more frequent chris held your hand so that he didnt loose you. "Lets head for the bathroom" he practically shouted. As quick as possible you both made it to the bathroom and held your ear to the door "DARYL I DIDNT CHEAT IT JUST FELL IN" you heard a clearly intoxicated woman shout, chris bursting out laugh "fuck where is everyone?" You slightly panic, moving your body closer to his arm. He turned his head away blushing slightly at the close contact.

"Hey there they are" chris said into your ear, your eyes focused of johnny who was shamelessly grinding against the girl who danced infront of him. "Knox?" You questioned, tapping his shoulder. The lanky man jumped "oh hey doll, just um. Kinda in the middle of something" he said uncomfortably, rubbing his neck. The woman got bored and walked away, making his brows furrow "clearly... get the group together we need to do more shots, we will meet you at the booth" johnny rolled his eyes and nodded seeing the two of you walk back to where you were sat not long ago.

"Y/NNNNN" sadie cried, walking ahead of the group, she got into the booth and sobbed into your shoulder. "Sadie? Everything okay honey?" "Ill go get the shots" johnny said, slipping away from the uncomfortable moment. Everyone watched in amusement at sadie crying into you "I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE, I THOUGHT YOU DIED" she cried harder "sadie i was away smoking pot"her cries stopped and backed up, looking into your eyes "without me?" "Without you babe im sorry" "drinks!!" Johnny beamed, resting a bigger tray down "six each, had to up the anti" he winked, passing out everyones shots. You all stared at them in horror "no fucking way dude" ryan muttered, your livers all burning like hell.

"THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, slowly you all drank the six shots until "OH FUCK WEE MAN" johnny gasped, wee man had thrown up on his lap meaning the street cats won "YES YES YES YES" you all squealed "THATS NOT FAIR" steve-o shouted "HES SMALL HIS TOLERANCE IS LOW" "fuck you!" Wee man spat, heading for the bathroom. "Steve. calm down" chris warned, looking at him intensely "well fuck you all if your going to let some house wifes win!" He stormed off killing the mood. "Sorry girls, well done honestly" ryan smiled "yeah man i could never do that" ehren laughed. “Is it just me who wants to keep drinking?” Chris whispered into your ear, you stiffle a laugh and nod.

You both reached the bar that had multiple musicians and actors laughing drunkly. “Four beers and…” “four ciders please” you order, the drinks were free of charge for some stupid reason. “You know, tonights been a great night chris” you realise, giving him a soft smile “ive really enjoyed it, a sin your a street cat though or i totally wouldve wifed you up by now” he rolls his eyes playfully, nodding a thanks to the bartender who sat down the icy cold cans. “Yeah… shame, total romeo and juliet situation… minus the sleeping pills and suicide” this made chris giggle and take a break to drink his beer, you cracked open a cider and began drinking it too.

Life on mars by david bowie started playing from the small bar, you and chris both noticed at the same time, looking at eachother with wild smiles “i love this song!” He exclaims, mouthing the lyrics “just reminds me of growing up” you smile, feeling pretty emotional reminiscing on childhood memories. You drank your second can by the time the sing ended and chris was on his fourth now.

You shared akward eyecontact more than youd like to admit and it felt weirdly intimate, no on knew if or when to make the first move. He looked so good in the dim lighting of the bar, hair down and curly, skin smooth and lips pink. “Chris can i?…” you asked, looking at his lips, he smiled goofily, glad he wasnt the one longing for skin on skin contact.

“CHRIS! Move we are going home, knox told me to go home and that i couldnt leave without you” steve-o groaned, linking arms with the muscular man “but steve-o im kinda in the middle of something” “you get pussy every night, what so special about this one?” Chris side eyes you with a sympathetic look “fine!” He got up with the drunken fool and started leaving, without saying goodbye.

A few days later the videos, interviews and pictures were posted. You instantly searched “street cats”

•heated argument between streetcat star y/n and jackass stars johnny and bam!

•streetcats stunning mtv party outfits!

•sadie from show street cats and steve-o star of jackass sneaking off into bathroom?

•how to dress like oprah star of streetcats

And multiple more junk untill you reach the jackass section

•hear what jackass star chris pontius has to say about streetcats star y/n!

What…

“Hey chris how have you been this evening?” This wasnt a carpet one, this was one taken by paparazzi when chris and steve-o left the party. “A bit drunk!” “Ofcourse! So how was your night?” “Perfect well, almost perfect” “almost perfect?” “Yeah i had to spend the night with a chick on my hip” WHAT? “It was y/n from streetcats!” Steve-o called out. “Is this true?” Chris went silent “is this true?” The paparazzi asked again “yes…” he mumbled, walking away.

DICK HEAD.

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steele-soulmate · 5 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 504, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1221

“One, two, three, NOW!”

I woke up with a start, jolting as something lurched onto the bed and started jumping.

“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches, O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches,” chanted the girls, giddy as ever as they jumped up and down on the bed.

“Cwissy twee, Cwissy twee!” babbled Baby Tommy excitedly, following his older sisters’ example and being absolutely stinking adorable at it the whole time. “O Cwissy twee, O Cwissy twee!”

“Sweetheart?” I giggled at the grumpy tone that my handsome older husband’s voice wore.

“My love, cheer up,” I pressed my lips to his temple. “The kids won’t stay this little forever.”

“True,” he grouched. “Okay now kids, that’s enough- mommy and daddy are up now. Give us fifteen minutes, and we can go downstairs and open presents, yeah?”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…!” cheered Elizabeth and Katie, both girls jumping off the bed and lifting Baby Tommy off to stand in between them both.

“Yay yay!” yelled Baby Tommy, his little dollie friend tucked up underneath his shirt with its head protruding out from his neck hole. “Yay yay!”

“Yay yay yourself, Baby Tommy!” I frowned at the happy little man as I got out of bed first, grabbed the Christmas sweaters that I had handknitted a few days before and handed them out- Elizabeth’s was a deep royal purple, Elle’s was a lovely pale lavender, Katie’s was a bold red, Jing’s was a bright hot pink, Baby Tommy’s was a handsome hunter green and his dollie’s was a beautiful pale green. Peter had a soft sage green Christmas sweater and I had a deep turquoise blue Christmas sweater.

“Thanks mommy!” Katie said, sitting down on the floor almost at once to dress her American Girl mini me in her Christmas sweater.

“Lizz Lizz?” Baby Tommy meeped, toddling over to her, taking his dollie out of his shirt and holding the sweater out to her, asking for help dressing. His big sister smiled at him as she set Elle down onto the floor before changing him. “Yay yay! Thank ou!”

She giggled at his sheer adorableness as Peter got up next, his pectorals flexing and stretching as he worked his morning kinks out of his body.

“Good morning, sweetheart of my heart,” he rumbled, yanking me into his lap, snarling playfully at me before playfully pecking and nipping at my neck. I laughed as I settled my knees onto either sides of his manly hips, giggling he nonverbally professed his neverending love for me. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did, yes daddy,” I meeped, tossing my arms around his neck and pressing our foreheads together. “Ten more days left until we can begin to try for Baby Ratajczyk 2.0.”

“Fuk.”

“BABY TOMMY-!”

~xoXox~

“Wow, thanks mommy!” Elizabeth cheered as she opened her latest present, Edwardian styled boots. They had a shaped top and scalloped sides, the tiniest of heels and buttoned straps. “These are so pretty!”

“And cool!” Katie grinned, opening her own shoebox and taking out Converse high tops, custom printed with bright red Chinese lanterns and pink blossoms patterned across the footware. “Thanks mommy! These are so cool!”

“My love, you spoil them rotten!” I scolded my husband as he started up the fireplace in the sunroom, hunched over the pyramid of firewood with a flickering match.

“I’m their father, sweetheart,” he reminded me with a chuckle. “Besides, I do not like the idea of us not celebrating Christmas due to mourning Baby Violet Marie.”

I hummed disapprovingly as I watched Baby Tommy unwrapping a box, which turned out to be baby sized Legos.

“Tank ou mommy,” he meeped out politely as he shook the box. “Mesies bid house for wittle Baa bee Tomm Tomm!”

“Well, I bet the house will be a sound house of living!” I told him, giggling as my husband grabbed a dark green blanket from the blanket box next to the fireplace and draped it snuggily around me. “Gramacy, my love.”

He just smiled at me before flopping down next to me and dragging me in under his arm, returning his attention back to the kids tearing open their gifts under the tree.

“Hey sweetheart, the band has been asked to perform at a bar on New Years Eve,” he told me with a gentle kiss to my temple. “Cammie- she’s the owner of the bar- told me that she set aside wristbands for the kids and you and told me not to worry if you don’t come.”

“Okay,” I told him, leaning my head into his shoulder as Elizabeth came to the presents that James and Aaron had picked up while in France.

“Mommy… Daddy…” she announced, handing us our parcels.

I peeled open my present and smiled at the thoughtful gifts of hand crafted biscotti bites and small hand soaps. I looked over at Peter and saw that he had received a gourmet coffee gift box with twenty little bags of coffee from around the world.

“Who do you think picked them out?” Peter asked me quietly.

“James,” I answered his question at once, keeping my voice also low. “Aaron isn’t the best at picking intimate, personal gifts.”

“This is so awesome!” Elizabeth yelled as she pulled out screen printed silk. “I can make a bunch of awesome stuff with this!”

Katie opened her carefully wrapped box and pulled out a plush panda and a baby plush panda, the two toys clearly meant for Katie and Jing respectively.

I smiled as I opened my stocking, pulling out white chocolate KitKat bars, a pretty pedant with the family members’ birthstones, a bookmark and a tube bracelet.

“That bracelet has ashes from Baby Violet Marie,” my soulmate breathed gently into my ear. “The kids each have one. I just figured that it would be a nice way to remember her and keep her in their hearts.”

I smiled up at him, tears pooling in my eyes as he gently fitted the bracelet around my wrist before lifting my hand to his mouth, where he pressed a sweet kiss to my fist.

Gramercy, thank you, old French?

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The Monster Within

Jason

I made my way down to the bat cave; Bruce, Alfred, and the rest were already there. Bruce called for an emergency meeting, something about new criminals in Gotham. "We got word that there are some new faces in the villain underground. No names to match, but I'm sure if we "ask" around, people will start talking," I heard Tim say as he pulled up a few images. I looked up dumbfounded. In one of the images, two figures were walking beside Poison Ivy and Penguin. Both were black women and around the same height. The voluptuous curly-haired one wore a white button-down, long-sleeve shirt underneath a black velvet corset and black leather pants with combat boots; the smaller one with straight hair wore a skin-tight black dress with heels. Both wore black floor-length coats. "They haven't been doing much so far. I heard that they're opening up a club," Babs said. Dick replied, That would explain why the Penguin is there, trying to collect money, I suppose?"

At some point, I tuned everyone out. The more I looked at the screen, the more my body started to ache, started to remember. A hand grip my shoulder, "Jason, you ok ?" I turned to find Bruce looking at me, worried. "Yeah, I'm good," I shrug his hand off, "their clubs gonna open in a few months, in Sandy Hooks near the stadium. I heard there are a lot of meet up's happening. Should we crash the party?" I walked out before anyone had a chance to answer. Even with backup or not, I'd decided that I had to go to see if she was here. I needed to know for myself.

Zamir

"We shouldn't have come to Gotham," I said, "Let alone go into business with Penguin." My sister, Zara, turned to face me and said, "I thought that this is what you wanted; you know the old saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I rolled my eyes," yes, but I could have meant that differently, like snooping around in his club." After a couple of hours of back and forth, the fat man finally arrived with five goons, all carrying firearms but one holding a briefcase. The man set the case on the table and opened it, revealing filed documents. I placed my case on the table, opened it revealing cash, and turned it towards Penguin.

Penguin pulled the documents out along with a pen and signed the bottom. He passed the pen along to my sister, and she signed. Before I took the pen, I stated, "Just so we're clear, by signing these documents, you're giving us partial ownership of these nonexisting clubs to run them however we please. Nothing will be traced back to you and your crew. Everything will be in our name. Once the five years are up, you can keep the clubs or give them to us. Understood?" With a wide grin and chuckle, Penguin nodded yes. I signed at the bottom; it may sound like we are giving him a deal or he's scamming us, but it's quite the opposite. We do this because men like him are always sloppy, so sloppy that they always leave something of value behind or out in the open, whether it be money or dirty little secrets. He took the money and left, and my sister took the file and left for home; I stayed at the construction sight for a while, roaming around, trying to get an image of what the club would look like. I sat on a wood pile, pulled out a cigar, and set it in my mouth. I was trying to find a match when I heard, "I thought you hated smoking."

That voice. How long has it been since I heard that voice? How long has it been since I've seen that face? I turned to find those same blue eyes with a hint of green, the same scar on his face. Jason Todd, the Arkham Knight turned Red Hood, from threatening Gotham to vigilante defender. There he is, beautifully broken, Jason Todd. He made his way towards me, trapping me between him and the wood. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, I lean into him, kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He lifted me and held me. Our tounges fought for dominance, tasting one another as if we had forgotten how the other tasted. He pulled my coat off as I did his. My hands moved from his neck to his face to his hair, grabbing it. One of his hands never left my ass, but the other made his way to the back of my corset, uniting it or at least attempting to. We parted for air, and he whispered in my ear, "I hate this fucking corset." He bit down on my neck, and I whimpered.

We moved to the wall sometime later; my hands were above my head, my corset finally off, and our lips intertwined once more. No more of the wild, demanding kisses and groping; these kisses were passionate and gentle yet tender. We broke apart; I removed my legs from Jason's waist, but he didn't let go of my hands nor back away from me. We just stood there, devouring each other with our eyes. Reminiscing on the past and what could have been. Jason was the first to speak, "I see you're still doing business with your sister." I rolled my eyes, of course, starting off with my sister. "Yes, I see you haven't killed Batman," I rebuttal. He snorted and released my hands, stepping back.

"Why are you here, and what the hell are you doing with Poison Ivy and Cobblepot?" he asked with disgust. I smirked, "We got word of Penguin's men trying to take over some clubs in the city, a friend of ours had gone missing, and their club was set on fire. All evidence point to him, so we came to investigate, do business, and wreak a little havoc. What you just saw was Penguin signing his life away to us, and don't worry, I won't kill him. Yet." "So you plan on cleaning his bank accounts, exposing him, and throwing him to the cops? So just a regular Wednesday night for you, huh? He asked. I grabbed my coat from the ground, pulled out a flash drive, and handed it to him. "This is all the evidence that we have gathered so far." He took it and put it in his pocket. "Why are you still doing business with your sister?"

"She's my family."

"Cut the bullshit-"

"I trust her."

"You and I both know that is a lie."

"She's all that I've got."

"You also had me."

"Did I? As far as I remember, you were too busy being The Arkham Knight, gathering reinforcements, and making deals with numerous criminals to take revenge on Batman."

"That's rich coming from you. Your sister tried to kill you, sell you, and burn your empire to the ground."

"She has her faults, but she wasn't in her right mind. She thought I betrayed her."

"By having a boyfriend? Jesus Christ, still sticking up for her as usual."

Jason walked over to me, pulled out a tracker, and handed it to me. He took my hand and led me to his motorcycle. He gave me a helmet to put on and drove me to his house.

We arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned building, but I knew better. The inside did not match the exterior; a very simple, modern loft. The interior was black and grey with hints of earth undertones. When entering, you were met with the living room; One wall consists of bookshelves that reach the ceiling. Another wall had a large television with shelves all around it, composed of DVDs of tv shows, movies, games, and consoles. Behind that was the kitchen, which was just as wide as the living room. There was a set of double doors on each side of the room. I assumed one was his bedroom, and the other was the bathroom, but I was mistaken when he threw a spare key, which I caught. He sat down on the couch.

"I want you to say here for tonight."

"Jason-"

"I have a guest bedroom on the other side, with its own bathroom."

"I don't think-"

"We need to talk - "

"I know -"

"Not just about your deal with Penguin."

"Can we not do this right now?"

I sat a few inches away from him, throwing my coat and corset between us; he joined in by placing his helmet and jacket down. Deciding that we were both too tired to fight, we took off our shoes and many weapons on our person. Jason directed me to the guest room, but I went to his room.

His room matches the interior of the living room and kitchen. The room was set up with a platform, which held a bed, closet, and another set of doors. The bathroom and sitting area were kept at the same level as the house. Jason came in after me with a towel and cloth in hand and sat them beside me. "I'm heading in the shower first," he stated as he walked off.

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gayfrogs03 · 2 years

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Prom night was last night! I know y'all don't care, but no one else will listen to me, and Tumblr is where I post all my rants, I'm going over the highlights here:

I felt really confident in how I looked, and while I dressed fem and wore a dress not one of my friends misgendered me (non-binary with they/them pronouns)

There was only one panic attack, in my friend group, most of us Neurodivergent, with anxiety, and not fans of crowds, we count this as a win

My cousin/best friend since birth won prom Queen and their boyfriend got prom king, which I think they deserve it after all they were put through this year, especially their boyfriend (he got cancer in his leg and they ended up having to amputate it)

Their dress was also stunning, they looked like Cinderella and it was beautiful.

My other best friend had a blast with her boyfriend, while I third wheeled

Although I was third wheeling they both made sure I was included and didn't feel left out

Which they didn't have to but I appreciate it, showed that they care

The DJ was really good at reading the room and played the best music, not just the same songs since the early 2000's with a few added in, but good music

Everyone's favorite teacher joined in the dancing for a minute while everyone cheered him on

The dresses were BEAUTIFUL! Everyone looked drop dead gorgeous. There was only one ugly dress, but the person wearing it had an ugly personality so it was fitting (she once tipped over a girl in a wheelchair, girls legs are paralyzed have been since birth, and has done a lot more than that)

There wasn't any drama, everyone was getting along with everyone, everyone just wanting to enjoy their night

There was this one girl that had a dress that reminded me of a fairy running through the forest and I loved it

The place we went was also beautiful

My best friend and I managed to convince her boyfriend to dance with us and it was a lot of fun

My mom and my sisters helped me get ready while blasting music and eating snacks

Mom also almost cried (was told she did when I left) because I'm the youngest of the 7 of us so it was the last prom she sent "my babies" too

I got to wear my docs instead of heels, which I was happy about because while I think heels are pretty I can already barely walk without falling so yeah

I did end up taking them off halfway through because I was dancing a lot, and when I dance my feet are in none stop movement, and my docs are like a pound each, so they weighed me down a lot

If you can dance in docs I applaud you, and think you might not fully be human 😂

They played Dancing Queen

The cons of prom:

The food sucked

That's it

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Holland! Reader being triplet of Harry and Sam and having a tomboyish personality. One day, she decides to dress up for a change and all brothers react like "who are you and what did you do to our sister?" basically playful teasing from them lol

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Y/N has always been on the tomboy side more so than girly girl. How could she not be growing up with four brothers? She always preferred sports over playing with dolls. She never wore skirts, dresses, jewelry -- aside from her pierced ears --, or makeup. She rarely painted her nails, only doing so when her mother forced her to a mani/pedi.

But Y/N decided to change that today. While shopping with her friends a few days ago, she saw a cute skirt along with a pretty cute shirt. Even though it was less tomboyish than her normal clothes, she couldn't resist buying it.

Y/N observes her appearance in her mirror. She's wearing a teal crop top, a dark purple skirt that reaches her mid thighs, a necklace her mother gave her a few years ago on her and her brothers' birthday, some rings adorn a few of her fingers, and she has two bracelets on her left wrist, and one on her right. She applied some light mascara, blush, and eye shadow. She has small heeled boots on and her hair is in a half up half down style.

Y/N smiles proudly at her appearance, shocked she doesn't mind it as much as she thought she would've.

Y/N goes downstairs, entering the kitchen where the rest of her family is. The Hollands look up at the sound of shoes and all freeze when they spot Y/N.

Tom's spoon drops from his hand, landing back into his bowl of cereal. All four brothers' jaws drop. Dominic and Nikki share a confused look.

"What? Something on my face?" Y/N asks after nothing was said for a few moments. She lightly touches her face, trying to see if there's anything.

"No, no, nothing, dear. You look wonderful, darling." Nikki compliments, walking over and hugging her daughter.

"Thanks, mum." Y/N smiles.

"Look absolutely lovely." Dominic tells her and Y/N blushes with her parents' praise.

"Thank you." She mutters, looking back at her brothers. "Are you all all right? Do we need to call 999?"

"Are you wearing makeup?" Paddy questions, walking closer to inspect her face.

"Yes." Y/N answers, slightly pushing him away when his nose is practically touching her ear.

"Did we miss something? What happened to Y/N?" Tom asks making his sister roll her eyes.

"Was Y/N kidnapped?" Sam asks, him, Harry, and Tom walking over.

"You know, we--" Harry points between him and Sam. "have a triplet sister who looks just like you. But so different. I mean, no makeup, less girly clothes, rarely jewelry."

"It's almost scary the resemblance." Sam mutters.

"Ha ha, yes, you're all freaking hilarious." Y/N says sarcastically.

"God, she's so lifelike." Tom says, poking Y/N's cheek until she swats his hand away. "What happened to my baby sister?"

"I'm three years younger." Y/N retorts.

"Yeah, younger. Baby." Tom smiles and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Who are you and what did you do with our sister?" Sam asks, staring at Y/N intently.

"I can assure you that she can show up any moment and kick your ass." Y/N smirks.

"Well, she's definitely got Y/N's attitude." Harry muses.

"Okay, when our sister returns, let us know." Tom says, patting Y/N on the head.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but says nothing else. She couldn't expect any less teasing from her four brothers.

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misunjiniret · 2 years

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boy next window

chapter fifteen 'the real, new beginning'

gif not mine, credits to the rightful owners

hwang hyunjin x reader

synopsis : the way his eyes squint whenever he laughs or chuckles, it makes your heart warm and focus on only him, too bad it would be the last time you'll see each other, you thought

song recomendation for this chapter:

2 years later

You looked at your reflection in the glass, a tight red dress, red heels, a purse and softly curled hair. Holding onto some maps and your phone.

"perfect" you whispered to yourself, walking through the huge and tall building. People working and greeting you politely, that's when someone bumped into you.

"ah-!" you almost jumped out of surprisment, the boy laughing at your reaction. "Jeongin-!! I told you not to do that!" you whisper yelled, him saying sorry with a bright smile on his face, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit too.

Your assistant approached you, handing you a cup of fresh coffee. "wait- guys what is this?" you laughed, now realizing how people were being so polite to you as if you were some rich CEO, hah no, in your dreams.

That's when Jeongin stood in front of you, putting on a party hat and laughing. "happy birthday my dear sister!!"

You shook your head, laughing. "I told you not to tell everyone-" the people there started congratulating you. As well as the three boys you knew way too well.

"thank you, Chan, Changbin and Han. I really appreciate it" you smiled, they handed you an envelope, you furrowing your eyebrows. "huh-? what is this?" you asked, them laughing. "open it once you have time, I'm sure you'll scream" Chan chuckled, you smiling too.

You put the envelope in your purse, saying goodbye to your friends and brother before entering your studio. You usually just wore some sweats and a hoodie to shirt but today it was your birthday. Who wouldn't wear something nice on their birthday?

You put the envelope on your desk before starting up your set up, you started opening your files and clicking on the most recent one.

You become a successful producer, making songs for kpop idols but also people overboard. Let's just say you got a bunch of help. When you became big you kept telling your fans about 3RACHA, also giving them a few deals and a bunch of hype. They keep thanking you but it really wasn't much.

"and a special thank you to my three best friends, 3RACHA. They teached me everything about producing and writing songs, without them I wouldn't be where I am right now" you spoke, holding onto the trophy.

That's when the door opened, you frowning twirling your chair. "Jeongin- I told you to knock before-" you cut off your own words, freezing.

"oh- Lee know?" you spoke, the boy smiling giving you some files. "my group members told me the song you wrote was too quick" his smile dissapeard, you rolling your eyes.

"could've just texted me you know-" you chuckled, opening the file with his song. You slowed down everything which took you a little, but once it was done you glared at the boy. "there, happy now"

"a lot, thanks sis" he spoke before shutting the door, you got a bit surprised by the loud noise but couldn't help but laugh at yourself. You saved the file and looked around, soon grabbing the envelope.

Before you could open it someone knocked on the door. "yeah?" you called as the door opened. You standing up immediately and smiling.

"baby" the voice spoke, holding you in his embrace and twirling you around. "you're back!" you smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist. "mh, finally" he chuckled, slowly placing you back on the floor. But before you could sit down again he pecked your whole face, forehead, cheeks, temples, eye lids, chin, but most importantly your lips.

"hey-" you stuttered, chuckling once he stopped. His hands were still lazily around your waist. Making you laugh. "let me sit down- I know you didn't hug me in two days but let's sit down okay? Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin nodded, sitting down in the chair next to yours. That's when you opened the envelope. "what's that?" Hyunjin asked, you smiling. "birthday present"

Hyunjin widened his eyes, you halting your movements and glaring at him. "don't tell me you forgot" Hyunjin cleared his throat, but soon after he laughed shaking his head. "of course not! how could I forget my soulmate's special day?" he asked, pointing a bag at you.

You dropped the envelope, widening your eyes. "Hyunjin-" you held onto the bag, it was filled with flowers, flowers you knew well. "wait aren't these-"

"the flowers I drew two years ago, how I described how you smell" he finished your sentence, you laughing. When you looked more through the bag you couldn't help but pout. It was full of pictures of you, on your dates. For example, you on a Ferris wheel sitting next to Hyunjin enjoying the view, guess he took a picture of you. There were also a bunch of drawings and paintings of you with different dates, making tears prick your eyes.

And so much more, a tear rolled down your cheek. Hyunjin chuckling and pressing you against his body. "don't cry baby- aw-" he whined, stroking your hair as you chuckled. That's when you got out of his embrace and grabbed the note attached to the bag.

"dear baby, or y/n. Future Hwang y/n- Kkami's mom- you know what forget it, dear future wife. Thank you for everything, littleraly. I cannot remember a day where I didn't smile when I was with you. Ever since I met you something changed in me, and when I'm with you I can just be myself. You're the reason I wake up with a smile, the reason I became big and the reason I love my life. I love you so much and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

-yours truly, -Hyunjin"

You left out a shaky breath, your smile disappearing. Hyunjin laughed holding you close to his embrace again, pecking your forehead. "don't cry- you're gonna make me cry-" he chuckled, you sobbing against his shirt. Hyunjin kept laughing and smiling, probably fighting back his tears. "oh come on- stop crying you're gonna drench my shirt!" he chuckled, you sniffing when backing off. Hyunjin tucked some hair strands behind your ear and pecked your temple. "there, there"

You smiled when you felt his lips on your cheek, making Hyunjin chuckle again. "woah.. my kisses really are magic mh?" he slowly nodded, you laughing a little wiping away your tears. "now go open 3racha's gift, I'm curious too!" he whined, you laughing grabbing the envelope. "okay okay-"

You opened the envelope, a note inside.

"hello our dear friend y/n! do you remember two years ago when you created that song with Hyunjin? well you guys didn't save it, so we did! I sent it to you through gmail. I hope this is a good gift and.. the song is really good, happy birthday!!

-3RACHA"

You placed the envelope on your desk, opening your laptop and clicking on gmail. "Hyunjin-! this is big!" you started, Hyunjin furrowing his eyebrows when he grabbed the note while you scrolled through the application.

'untitled, y/n x Hyunjin' you clicked on the file, widening your eyes. "oh- wow-" you sighed, listening to the song. And as if it was on cue Hyunjin stopped reading, a tear rolling down his cheek. "baby-" he whined, holding your hand.

"our first kiss" you whispered, listening to the song. Hyunjin smiled, but when you looked at him you saw the tear. You chuckled cupping his cheek and wiping away the tear. "hey-! don't cry" you laughed.

your life.. was perfect. You had a loving family and a loving boyfriend, and to your luck Hyunjin got along great with Jeongin. They often played games together. Your dad made the most delicious bread for you to share with your friends, but mostly Hyunjin. You and him visited your family very much, at least once a week. And well, your mom never really contacted you anymore. Just like she said, it was way better than it was when she had full control of you. But Lee know still visited you a lot, you wrote and produced songs for his group. He became really famous. Hyunjin on the other hand became a famous artist, making all sort of arts and even starting his own museum. You couldn't ask for anything else.

"Hyunjin" you called, him looking at you. "yeah?" he softly smiled. "I know what to name the song"

You clicked on the file and started typing, Hyunjin smiling as you did so.

'untilted y/n x hyunjin' 'boy next window'

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theladyofdeath · 3 years

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Life As We Know It {Prologue}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both Shelby and I’s blogs! >> @snelbz

We hope you all enjoy. :)

Cassian knew very little about Nesta Archeron, but he knew one thing for certain: she was hot as hell.

He had sworn he’d never go on another blind date, but Rhysand had begged, over and over again, for him to go out with the eldest sister of his girlfriend. So, to shut his brother up, Cassian agreed.

Reluctantly, but nonetheless.

He took a quick shower where he bathed himself in a new bottle of body wash before stepping out and towel-drying his hair. Considering Nesta was Feyre’s sister, he felt the need to make a good first impression, although he wasn’t sure what a good impression was to Nesta Archeron.

He was hoping he was sufficient enough.

He dressed in his usual attire of jeans and old boots, but decided to wear a button up for once, rather than one of his go-to t-shirts. Still, he pulled on his leather jacket and grabbed his keys before hurrying out the door.

He typed the address Rhys had texted him into his gps, seeing the drive was going to take him nearly twenty minutes longer than he’d anticipated, thanks to an accident on the interstate.

He swore under his breath, throwing his truck into motion. He hurried across town and parked in front of Nesta’s townhouse, fifteen minutes later than he was supposed to. Flipping down his sun visor, Cassian ran a quick hand through his loose hair and was heading up to the front door, knocking twice.

Or he would have, if the door wasn’t pulled open the second his fist made contact with it.

Suddenly, in his jeans and leather jacket, he felt extremely underdressed.

Nesta Archeron wore a beautifully fitted dark blue dress that fell only a couple inches above her knees. She wore heels, and her hair was curled. A silver clutch was gripped tightly in her hand.

She eyed Cassian, from the top of his head to his toes. For once, even though he was half a foot taller than she, even in heels, Cassian felt smaller than shit.

“Hey,” he said, at last, once the silence became unbearably awkward.

“You’re Cassian?” she asked.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he shot back.

Nesta’s lips thinned. “You’re late,” she said, instead.

“At least I came,” he grinned. “Hungry?”

Nesta took a deep breath as she lifted her chin. “I suppose so.”

“Good,” he said, gesturing toward his running truck. “Let’s go. I made reservations.”

She locked her door and followed him down the sidewalk. “Are we going to be late for those, too?”

Cassian elected not to answer her, pausing at the passenger door and opening it for her. He let out a sigh as he rounded the truck to his own seat.

Something told him this was going to be a long night.

He was absolutely right.

Not a single word was said on the way to the restaurant across town, and, by some grace of the Cauldron, they made it on time for their reservations.

They were set at a table by the entrance quickly, and once their server arrived, Nesta ordered a glass of wine, while Cassian stuck with his usual beer.

“So,” Cassian began, clearing his throat as they waited for their drinks to arrive. “What should I know about you, Nesta?”

“That’s it?” she asked, brow raised. “That’s the question you’ll begin with?”

Cassian’s head fell to the side. “What question should I have gone with?”

Nesta took a moment to look around the bustling restaurant. “Well, you’ve yet to tell me how beautiful I look, or ask me how I’m doing tonight.”

Cassian couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine. You look nice. How are you?”

Nesta snorted. “Well, I waited twenty minutes for my date, thinking he wasn’t coming. Other than that, fine, I guess.”

“You don’t do this often, do you?” Cassian asked. There was nothing accusatory in his tone, just simple curiosity.

“Do what?” Nesta asked, the words nearly clipped.

“Date,” Cassian replied, simply. “Go out with someone for the first time.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “No. I don’t particularly have a lot of free time to waste.”

Cassian’s eyebrows rose at her choice of words. “You don’t have to be here, you know?”

The server quietly returned to the table, setting their drinks down, before hurrying away, sensing the tension between the two. Nesta’s eyes didn’t leave him the whole time. She picked up her wine glass, taking a long drink, before she asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you clearly would rather be anywhere but here,” Cassian replied, leaning back in his seat. “I’d hate to waste your time.”

She was about to reply when a voice came from their left.

“Cassian?”

He looked over his shoulder to find an old friend - a term that he used very, very loosely.

Tanwyn and he had a very complicated relationship. They were friends - at least, they had been at one time. It had all become very complicated the first time he had invited her into his bed.

And the second time.

And the third.

And every time after that.

He smiled at her, almost hesitantly. “Hey, Tan. What are you doing here?”

“Here with some friends,” she grinned, approaching their table. “And you?”

“Here with…” Cassian’s voice trailed off as he looked across the table. “This is Nesta Archeron. Nesta, this is Tanwyn-.”

“Nice to meet you,” Nesta said, words clipped. “If you’ll excuse us, we’re on a date.”

She blinked, taken aback at Nesta’s cold greeting. “Right… Sorry to interrupt. I’ll see you later, Cass.” She nodded to Nesta. “Nice to meet you.”

She was gone before Cassian could say another word, and he looked at Nesta incredulously.

She raised her glass before putting it to her lips. “So when is the last time you slept with her?”

Cassian was stunned, shaking his head. “She’s a friend, there was no reason to be rude.”

“My question still stands.” Nesta folded her hands on the table, her eyes on Cassian’s.

“How do you even know-? What are you, a psychologist?”

“No, I’m a chef,” she said, glaring at him. “But you show everything on that pretty little face of yours. It was easy to read.”

He closed his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. “We just need to…start over. This is all going wrong.”

Nesta stayed quiet before finally nodding. “Fine.”

The server picked that time to return, the two of them ordering their food, and the awkward first date conversation began again.

“I have to be honest,” Cassian began. “I’m not sure where to even begin.”

“Your name would be fine,” Nesta said, sipping from her glass.

Cassian watched her for a moment to make sure she was serious before saying, “Cassian Nazari. Childhood friend of Rhys’.”

“And your occupation?” she asked, in all seriousness.

“I’m a bartender,” Cassian said.

Nesta stared at him for a moment before asking, “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously, and before you make any judgements, bartenders make damn good money,” Cassian said.

“Interesting,” Nesta said, watching him intently.

“Right,” Cassian muttered. “Now, will you give me some insight into you or should I beg?”

Nesta rolled her eyes before saying, “I’m Nesta. And, yes, lie I said, I’m a chef. I’ve got a little restaurant in the Square”

“That sounds…interesting,” he said, repeating her words. “And your Feyre’s sister?”

“I am,” she said, pausing as the server brought out salads and she began to eat hers, without any dressing.

Cassian, on the other hand, nearly drowned his in ranch dressing. He watched as she ate her plain lettuce. “That looks…boring.”

“Salad dressing is fattening. It negates all of the goodness of the salad.” She took another bite, chewing and looking at him, then his salad swimming in ranch. “You look like you take care of yourself, I’m surprised you don’t watch what you eat as well.”

He scoffed. “I work out, but I’m not going to be miserable and eat rabbit food.” He gestured to the bowl in front of her.

She rolled her eyes, but continued to eat her rabbit food.

Silence grew between them but neither of them attempted to break it. It wasn’t until their main courses arrived that Cassian nodded toward the cursive ink on the inside of her wrist.

“You have a tattoo,” he said.

She eyed the ink that swirled around his arms, up beneath his rolled up sleeves. “I have a few,” she confessed.

“What are they?” he asked, starting to cut up his steak.

She took a bite of her salmon, chewing it slowly before deflecting his question with one of her own, “What are yours?”

Cassian glanced down at the swirls and marks of black ink that covered his forearms. “They’re Illyrian tribal marks. They all mean something different, but I would be lying if I told you I knew what every one of them meant.”

Nesta snorted. “Then why have them?”

Cassian met her eyes. “My mother was Illyrian. I grew up in Illyria, with her tribe.”

It seems the answer nearly took her back, but she ended up nodding, curtly. “How is your steak?”

“Too done,” he said, shrugging as he took a bite. “I like my meat red.” Her nose crinkled slightly. He asked, “What?”

Nesta shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

He blinked and watched as she took another bite of salmon. “You’re…eating fish.”

An eye roll was her reply. “I don’t eat red meat,” she clarified.

“So you’re a vegetarian?” He asked.

“No, I just don’t like to eat red meat. Chicken, pork, fish,” she gestured to her plate. “I like that. But I just prefer not to eat red meat.”

“Hmm.” It was more of a non-answer than anything, but before she could say anything, a man appeared, standing next to their table. Cassian glanced up at him. “Can we help you?”

He wasn’t looking at him though. He was looking at Nesta, who was pointedly not looking at him.

“What are you doing, Nes?”

She took a drink of her wine, draining the glass. “This doesn’t concern you, Tom.”

“Bullshit,” he spat. “We take a break and less than a month later, you’re on a date?”

She finally looked at him. “We’re not on a break, I broke up with you.”

Cassian cleared his throat. “Is this where all exes gather?” He looked around again to see if he saw Tanwyn, but she was gone.

“Leave,” Nesta said, plainly. “I can’t enjoy my dinner with you standing over me like the controlling bastard you were in our relationship.”

Cassian’s lips nearly fell open.

The woman had balls.

He respected that.

“I hate to break up this little reunion, but this is awkward as hell,” Cassian muttered, popping a spoonful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Tomas said, looking to Cassian, using Nesta’s own words.

Cassian chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll give you two choices here, Tom. Either I call someone to take your ass away from our table or I make you leave, myself.”

“Tough guy, huh?” Tomas asked, putting a hand on Nesta’s shoulder.

Nesta brushed his hand off the second it made contact with her skin. “This is ridiculous. I’m calling over the server. We’re leaving.”

Cassian was inclined to agree. This date had been a catastrophe so far, but he was hopeful that maybe if she invited him in, he could salvage it.

Tomas seemed to take the hint, looking back to Nesta. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll talk about this entire situation then.”

She flagged down the server, but said to Tomas, “Don’t waste your time or mine.”

He walked away, muttering something under his breath, but the server returned and after a quick explanation from Nesta, she was off to get their check.

“Well, that was awkward,” Cassian said, clearing his throat, taking a drink of his beer, planning to finish it off.

“No more awkward than running into your fuck buddy,” she replied, pulling her lipstick out of her purse to re-apply it.

Cassian managed to swallow the mouthful of beer before he spewed it all over her. He coughed quietly. “You don’t tiptoe around anything, do you?”

Her answer was curt. “No.”

The server returned, standing the check book on the edge of the table, and Cassian elected to let the conversation drop at that. He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

And froze.

It wasn’t there.

He checked every other pocket he had on him.

Nothing.

“Fuck,” he breathed, patting himself down.

Nesta arched a brow. “Issues?”

“I have to run out to the truck,” Cassian said, quietly. “I can’t seem to find my wallet.”

Nesta froze from where she sat behind her half-eaten salmon. “You forgot your wallet?”

“It’s probably in the truck-.”

“I didn’t see it in the truck-.”

“Then the glove box, maybe,” Cassian snapped. “Just, give me a minute.”

“Don’t bother,” Nesta bit, reaching across the table to grab the check.

Cassian got to it first and held it outside of her reach. “I can pay for it. I took you out, I’m paying.”

Nesta scoffed. “Spare me your holier than thou male bravado.”

Cassian stood. “I just need to run out to my truck.”

She was on her feet, snatching the check book from him and looking at the total. Without another word, she reached into purse and laid down a series of bills, before closing it and heading for the door.

Sighing, Cassian followed her, his cheeks heating. Never had he let a woman pay for his dinner, and he’d sure as hell never let her pay for the first date.

He didn’t say a word as he unlocked her door, opening it, and closing it after she’d climbed in. He rounded to his own door, immediately looking around the cab for his wallet. It was nowhere to be seen. He reached across, opening the glovebox, pulling a few things out.

His wallet wasn’t one of them, but Nesta didn’t fail to notice the gold foil wrappers. And how many he had. She scoffed, buckling her seatbelt and looking out the window.

“I’ll pay you back,” he said, after he’d started the truck and had pulled onto the main road.

“No need,” she snapped, staring out the passenger side window. “Dropping me off and leaving me the hell alone will do.”

The words were barely audible. She spoke the words under her breath. And yet, Cassian felt them like a slap in the face.

He was mortified.

He was at a loss for words.

He just wanted to go home.

He also wanted to make a move on Nesta Archeron.

There was something about the head-strong, independent woman that made Cassian swoon.

Not that it stopped the car ride back to her home any less silent and awkward.

“You’re Feyre’s sister,” Cassian said, randomly.

Nesta blinked, looking toward him. “Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?”

“No,” Cassian said quickly. “It’s just that, you’re so…” Different. Cruel. Different. Opposite. Different. Vindictive. Different. “Not the same,” Cassian finished, at last.

“I am my own person,” she snapped, as he stopped in front of her townhouse.

“I know you are, just-.” He sighed, turning to look at her. “This has been a mess from the start. Can I come in? I’d like some time for us to talk, just the two of us. No ex’s, no servers, no interruptions. I just want to get to know you.”

She laughed once.

The sound infuriated him.

“You mean you want to fuck me,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. He was, once again, caught off guard by how blunt she was. She pulled open his glovebox and removed the strip of condoms, holding them up. “Forgot your wallet, but made sure you didn’t forget these.”

Cassian slowly looked at her. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” she repeated. “What are you, a child?”

Cassian couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve tried to be the perfect gentleman tonight, alright? Yeah, I forgot my wallet, but-.”

“And we also ran into your fuck buddy, don’t forget about that,” Nesta said, with a vindictive grin. She opened the door, grabbed her purse, and hopped out.

Cassian was close behind her, following her up her walkway. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Nesta spun around. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she laughed, humorlessly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Cassian asked, as she approached her front door.

“Yet you’re still following me to my door,” she said, not looking back at him. She unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside. Turning back to him, she held the door in one hand, the hand holding her purse propped on her hip. “Thank you for a truly unforgettable evening, Cassian, but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his gaze slowly drag from her head to her toes and back up again. He watched as her cheeks heated, anger lighting up her eyes. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You’re too stuck up for your own good. Too bad.”

She groaned before slamming the door in his face, praying she’d never have to see Cassian Nazari again.

#shara #collab #LAWKI #nessian #fanfic #fanfiction #modern au

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I Hope I Never Lose You | 1 | Mat Barzal

a/n: my first mat barzal fic. my first fic since......... sh*wn m*nd*s. Here is the first installment of a new elementary school au. pLz leave feedback it has been so long since i've written and I am so ✨insecure✨

summary: you teach kindergarten and Mat Barzal is a P.E. Coach at Cornelia Street Elementary School. i don't know just give me validation plz

warnings: literally didn't even read it over. just copy-paste-post. mutual pining idiots to lovers?? some jealousy and angst???

WC: 5.6K

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I. “then on a Wednesday in a cafe[teria], I watched it begin again”

You take a deep breath as you inspect your appearance in the teacher’s lounge bathroom at Cornelia Street Elementary. Your kindergarteners will be arriving at your classroom in nearly twenty minutes, so you wanted to get one final look in before starting the school day.

“Who’s the guy?” your friend and co-teacher, Molly, startles you as her figure appears behind you in the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You shake your head, sticking your hands under the sink for the automatic faucet to turn on.

Molly laughs, walking up next to you and leaning up against the counter, “You’re dressing up for someone! You never wore high heels until recently, and you check yourself in the mirror like 6 times a day. Who is it?”

You roll your eyes, pulling paper towels out of the dispenser and wiping your hands dry. “Sniff too much elmer’s glue again, Molly?”

You leave the restroom and lounge with Molly trailing closely behind. Turning into your classroom, you stop in the doorway when you find someone standing in the middle of your classroom, causing Molly to bump into your back.

“There you are!” Mat exclaims when he notices you and Molly enter the room. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, 10 minutes. Why do girls take so long in the bathroom together?”

You let out a nervous laugh. Molly stands at your side, glancing from Mat to you and back to Mat. You can tell she’s connecting the dots as the left corner of her smirk.

“Where else would we gossip about you?” Molly teases, snapping your attention away from Mat. You elbow her in her side, whispering her name scoldingly.

Mat rolls his eyes playfully, “Aww, Molls. Writing our initials in a heart on the bathroom wall again?”

You freeze at his comeback. Is he flirting with Molly? You try your best to remain calm. He’s Mat Barzal, he flirts with everyone.

“What are you doing in here anyway, Barzy?” Molly asks as she further enters the room, setting her briefcase on the desk and leaning up against it. She eyes you, as you haven’t taken one step further into the room. “Don’t you have a PE class to teach?”

Mat stiffens at the question, looking from Molly to you. He fumbles to start his response, “I, uh--” he looks to his immediate left and right, searching for an answer. “I needed a pen.”

Molly barks out a laugh, “a pen?” She turns to you, raising her eyebrows with a pointed look. “Did you hear that, Y/n? He needs a pen.”

You don’t respond to Molly, your body moving on autopilot towards your desk. “Here, I have a pen you can borrow!” You grab the first pen you get your hands on from the container on your desk and hold it out to him, trying your best to keep your hand steady.

Mat’s cheeks grow a rosy tint that matches your own. With a smile he takes the pen, finally looking it over. “Are you sure you won’t miss this one?” The smirk returns to his lips.

You furrow your brows, looking down to the pen he’s holding. It’s a purple glitter pen--your favorite pen. You shrug your shoulders, playing it off as no big deal, “Yeah, no worries. Keep it as long as you need.”

You spare a glance at Molly across the room, and you can tell she’s trying her very hardest not to laugh. The daggers you shoot at her with your eyes fail to get her to control her face.

“Thanks, Y/n, I appreciate it,” he says sweetly, giving you his million-dollar smile that makes all the lunch ladies swoon. “I’ll see you at Lunch Duty?”

You nod enthusiastically, “Totally. See you then.”

Mat stalls for a few seconds, shifting back and forth on his two feet before lifting the pen in another silent thank you. You try not to blush as you give a small wave goodbye, and he leaves the room.

Molly finally blows, erupting into laughter. You turn your attention towards her, a confused expression on your face. “What?”

“I guess that answers my question!” Molly exclaims, wiping an escape tear of laughter from her cheek.

You shake your head, placing your hands on your hips, “What question?”

“Which guy you’re dressing up for,” Molly explains as if it’s clear as day. “Seems to me like you’ve both got it bad.”

You blush again--probably for the 50th time in the last 10 minutes. “That’s it,” you huff. “No more glue for you.”

When 12:30 rolls around, Molly takes your class of kindergarteners to the Music Room while you head to the cafeteria for Lunch Duty. There’s nothing glamorous about watching elementary schoolers struggle to open their zebra cakes and milk cartons, but, for some reason, it’s your favorite time of day.

“Miss Y/n!” A voice cheerily calls out to you as you enter the cafeteria, and your gaze instantly lands on the source. That voice could pull you out of a coma. You could pick out that voice in a filled stadium of a Nickelback concert.

Mat waves at you from across the room, pulling out the chair next to him as if to tell you to come sit. You smile and wave back, making your way to him with your lunchbag in hand. It’s your Wednesday ritual to have lunch together, since it’s the only day of the week you are scheduled for Lunch Duty at the same time.

You sit gracefully in the chair next to Mat and set your bag on the table. Mat instantly reaches for it, spinning it one way then another as he searches for the zipper. You grab the lunch bag from his hands and pull it back to your side of the table.

“Excuse you!” You exclaim, playfully.

“Come on, Y/n, I’ve been waiting a week for this!” Mat whines, no better than one of your kindergarteners.

You peek into your bag making sure you have his treat, “Okay, okay.” You reach into the bag and close your fist around the circular fruit that you made sure to pack in your lunch--just like you do every Wednesday.

Mat shoves his hand in the big pocket of his backpack, then looks at you with an eager smile. “Ready? 1...2…” You both bring your hands out of your bags on 3, holding out the respective items for each other.

In the palm of your hand is a Cutie brand clementine, sticker already peeled off. You never really understood why Mat loves these so much, or why he never just buys them for himself, but you’ve been swapping lunch treats since the beginning of the school year.

You were sitting at the lunch table that was angled perpendicular to the student tables in the cafeteria. It was your first Lunch Duty of the year, so you made sure to get in the cafeteria before any of the students came in.

Now that you and Molly were co-teaching this year, you wouldn’t be on Lunch Duty together like you were last year. You didn’t think you should be nervous, being that it’s just Lunch Duty and you already had a year of teaching under your belt, but still, not having the comfort of your best friend around you made you a little more on edge.

No one told you who was going to be on duty with you, so when the new gym P.E. coach, Mat Barzal, strolled into the cafeteria, you stiffened in your seat. You noticed him a bit last year, but it was your first year with your own class of students, and you wanted to focus on being a good teacher rather than good-looking coaches. Mat was new to the school, too, but he seemed to be quick to make friends, talking to anyone around him. Like, anyone.

Like, even a first grader with a hockey AND a superhero obsession that wanted to know which NHL team each superhero would play for. You had eavesdropped on his answers while you were standing near them in the hallway.

(You remember this, because you had to hold yourself back from interjecting when he told the student that Superman would play for the Islanders. He would obviously be a Ranger.)

When he walked into the cafeteria that day, he strolled over to you and sat right down in the chair next to yours, jumping into conversation. You were munching on carrots when you realized that he had yet to pull out any food for lunch.

“Are you hungry?” you blurted out, interrupting whatever thought he was rambling on about while you were...you wouldn’t say staring...more like analyzing.

He deadpanned, “Yeah, but I’ve got some snacks back in the gym. I’m just going to eat them later.”

You shook your head, finding his answer unacceptable. “Here,” you said, looking into your lunch bag for anything to give him. “Do you like clementines?”

A smile spread on Mat’s face, “My mom used to buy them for me and my sister when we were kids. I haven’t had one in forever.”

You handed the fruit to him before he could protest. He accepted it graciously. “I’m Mat, by the way.”

“Y/n,” you told him.

The next week, you made sure to pack a clementine in your bag just in case he didn’t have a lunch again. You tried to hide the disappointment when you walked towards the table and saw that he didn’t actually forget this time.

That is, until you noticed the silver wrapper of a Fruit Roll-Up on the table in front of the empty chair.

“I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked, or if you even like these, but, like, everyone likes these,” Mat explained and you couldn’t hide your blush.

After sitting down next to him, you reached into your bag and pulled out the clementine, sliding it across the tabletop to him. Week after week, this unspoken trade agreement continued, neither one of you having forgotten yet.

You take the Fruit Roll-Up from his hand as he swipes the clementine and starts peeling.

“Oh, it’s the tongue-tattoo one!” You cheer, unrolling the fruit leather from the plastic film. Mat nods enthusiastically, but doesn’t speak, his mouth already full with slices of clementine.

You tear the fruit roll up in half and hold the half with the skull “tattoo” to him.

“No, Y/n, this is our trade. It’s yours,” he pushes your hand back, but you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need the whole roll, and the skull would suit you better,” you persuade him. “Just take it.”

With a smile, Mat takes the half and holds it to the light to find the skull printed in food dye. You hold up your half to tilt the crown “tattoo” to the right angle.

“Okay, ready?” You ask, and Mat nods. “One...two…”

On three, you press the sugary roll to your tongues and hold for a few seconds, making sure it’s long enough for the dye to transfer. You and Mat have done this enough times to know that the sweet spot is around 7 seconds.

Now facing each other in your chairs, you each stick out your tongues to show the other your tattoos. Mat lets out a loud laugh, and can’t help but mirror his reaction. You love this with Mat--getting to goof around with someone and finally laughing again.

Your last relationship ended nearly a year ago, and it left you devastated. You had dated Ryan all through college, and you thought he was going to propose after graduation. Little did you know, he had been applying to medical schools in London, rather than where you were in Seattle. He was never planning forever with you like you were with him.

Needless to say, it’s made you hesitant to start dating again. You don’t trust your instincts with reading people and you definitely don’t trust men.

“Here,” Mat hands his half back to you.

You squish your nose up at him, “Ew, your spit is all over it!”

Mat rolls his eyes playfully and holds the rollup even closer to your face, making you laugh. You try to bat his hand away, but he catches your hand with his free one instead.

“Oh please, it’s just a little slobber. Same as kissing!” He jokes, but the way he’s holding your hand and so easily talking about kissing makes you tense up. You feel like you’re 16 again, developing your very first school-girl crush with the way he’s stirring up dormant butterflies.

You look away, hoping to conceal your now very rosy cheeks, and Mat, thankfully, pretends not to notice. “Fine, mine now,” he shoves the whole rollup in his mouth, and your laughter breaks up the tension in your chest. You fall into easy conversation filled with laughter and banter, and it’s like the room full of rambunctious elementary schoolers doesn’t even exist.

II. “don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw [kickballs] at things that shine”

“Life just makes love look hard, Y/n,” Molly tells you. You came into school this morning looking down bad, and Molly was quick to figure out the root of the issue.

You saw Ryan last night. With a girl. Wearing a ring on her finger. You knew exactly what ring it was too, as his grandmother had showed it to you at Christmas one year and explained that it would be Ryan’s to give to the one he wanted to spend forever with. At the time you could’ve bet your life that his “one” was you.

You mope in your desk chair, “I know. It took him less than a year to meet someone new, fall in love, and commit. Love isn’t hard, but maybe I’m just hard to love.”

Molly gives you a sad look and opens her mouth to respond, but she is cut off by your classroom door opening. Your already glum face contorts into a sour expression when you see who has entered your classroom.

Alexa.

You spare a glance at Molly, who is already glaring at the 4th grade teacher. You try to hold back the chuckle that is bubbling in your throat. Alexa started working at Cornelia Street Elementary at the same time as you and Molly, but unlike you and your co-teacher, you were not fast friends.

Maybe it was her snarky attitude, or the way she told you and Molly to your faces that “kindergarten teachers are glorified babysitters” on the first day you met her. Either way, you and Molly were not fans.

“Hello, ladies!” Alexa screeches in a high-pitched voice.

Molly deadpans, “Whatever you want, the answer is no.”

Alexa’s nose scrunches in distaste, “I don’t want anything, Molls. I’m here to see if you both have signed up for the teacher-student kickball game next Friday.”

Molly winces at the use of her nickname, “Yes, Alexa. If you had just looked at the sign-up Google Sheet, you would’ve seen that both mine and Y/n’s names were already on the list.”

Alexa shrugs, brushing off Molly’s aggressive tone, “Well, good. I hear that Coach Barzal and Coach Beau will be team captains this year.”

Your body has a visceral reaction to hearing ‘Coach Barzal’, like your ears are rejecting the sound of her witch voice speaking his name. Molly flips her gaze in your direction, giving a smirk.

“Yes, Mat told Y/n the other day that he is going to be a team captain,” Molly lies between her teeth. He never told you that, but if there’s one thing Molly knows, it’s how to get under Alexa’s skin.

And she does. Alexa’s face pinches before clearing her throat, “It’s a shame none of us can have him, isn’t it?”

You and Molly mirror each other with confused expressions. “What do you mean?” you question.

“I mean, section 34.12B in the School Handbook,” Alexa replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Molly rolls her eyes, “And what is section 34.12B in the School Handbook?”

Alexa’s lips curl smugly, “Section 34 is the Teacher Code of Conduct, silly. And rule 12B clearly states that teachers working in the same school are not allowed to intermingle romantically or, well, otherwise. Any infraction will result in one of the teachers being immediately transferred to another school in the county.”

Your stomach drops, and Molly looks at you with a sorrowful expression.

“Didn’t either of you read the handbook when you started?” Alexa asks condescendingly. In truth, neither you nor Molly read that brick of a handbook. If you remember correctly, you think you ended up using it as a doorstop in your old classroom last year. No clue what happened to it after that.

“Of course we read it,” Molly, again, lies. “We’re just not psycho enough to have it memorized.”

Alexa glares at Molly. “I didn’t memorize it. I just recently refreshed my memory after talking to Coach Barzal the other day. He had asked me to get drinks with him, so I wanted to see what the policy was on dating colleagues.”

You whip your head to Molly, a confused expression on your face. Molly takes your reaction in stride and stands from her seat at her desk.

“This has been so fun, Alexa,” Molly walks towards the 4th grade teacher at the classroom door, who takes the hint and starts backing up. “But we have to prepare for a day of babysitting, so if you don’t mind…”

Molly backs Alexa out of the doorway and shuts the door in her face. She leans back on the door to find you sitting with a sad puppy look on your face.

“I’m sure she was bullshitting like she always does,” Molly tells you.

You sigh and slump into your chair. An airy chuckle escapes Molly’s lips and you flick your eyes to her face, wondering what could possibly be funny.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

Molly shakes her head, muffling more laughs.

“Come on, spit it out.”

“It’s nothing,” Molly starts, a smile growing on her lips. “I just fucking knew it.”

You furrow your brows, “Knew what?”

“Knew you had a thing for Coach Barzal.”

You really don’t want to play kickball, if you’re being honest. You always hated gym class growing up, because you weren’t necessarily skilled in hand-eye coordination. The only reason you signed up for this student-teacher kickball game for the upper grades was for Molly. And...someone else.

Mat and his co-coach, Tito, are standing in the middle of the gym giving instructions to the 4th and 5th grade classes. The rules are simple: kick, run, and no cheap shots. You’re not sure if 4th graders were capable of taking cheap shots, but you realize that this rule might not be directed at them. If you’ve learned anything over the last year or so of teaching, it’s that adults are just really big Big Kids.

Once they finish explaining to the students and teachers how the game will work, Mat announces that it’s time to pick teams. The students are counted off by twos for their teams to make sure no kid feels like they’re being picked last--especially by the teacher--but the teachers are to be specifically chosen by the captains.

Tito, the captain of the A team, scans the crowd of teachers for his first pick. “Mr. Kessler,” Tito picks the 3rd grade teacher first. It’s a great first pick, since David Kessler apparently played sports in college.

Mat looks at the group like he’s searching for someone, and his eyes land on you. The right corner of his lips pulls up into a smirk. Your palms start sweating--either due to the nerves of feeling like you’re back in grade school again, or from the way he is looking at you.

“Mr. Peterson,” Mat’s gaze leaves yours as he picks the 5th grade parapro. Again, you don’t think it’s a bad idea to start setting up the team with the best players before moving on to, well, you.

The two coaches go back and forth until all of the seemingly more athletic teachers are assigned teams. When it’s time for Tito to pick again, his eyes land directly on you. You look to your left, then to your right, then behind you, just to make sure he wasn’t looking through you to someone else. But no one else looked like they were paying enough attention to be the one he was focusing on.

A smirk draws up Tito’s lips as he looks at Mat. Mat rolls his eyes and pushes his shoulder, making Tito teeter a bit. “Just pick, man,” Mat urges, and Tito looks back at you.

“Molly,” Tito chooses, and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Molly lets out an airy laugh and nudges you with her elbow, “Damn, they’re splitting us up.”

You roll your eyes, but on the inside your stomach flutters at the thought of being chosen by Mat. He glances your way every so often that you think it might be coming, but you try to keep your cool.

“Umm,” Mat starts, like he’s about to think out loud. “I’ll pick…” Mat’s eyes scan the group and he stops on you for a brief moment, but passes you over. “Alexa.”

Your heart drops into your ass.

You look to Molly, hoping that her usual cool and collected demeanor will level you, but she’s speaking lowly to Tito with furrowed brows.

“Y/n, you’re on my team,” Tito calls out next. You make your way towards the rest of the A team, and, despite the voice in your head screaming ‘don’t look at him, don’t look at him’...you look at Mat, gauging his reaction.

He looks completely unbothered. A smile is even gracing his face. It’s not like you thought he was necessarily interested in you, but, fuck, you at least thought he liked you better than Alexa. And now you’re wondering if there was any truth to her comments in your classroom last week.

Once the teams are sorted out, the captains flip a coin to decide who will kick first. Tito calls heads while the coin is in the air, and sure enough the coin lands on heads. Tito calls a huddle while Mat gets his team organized into positions.

“Alright team, listen up,” he starts, clapping his hands once. “We need a strong offensive start.”

The students jump around excitedly as Tito lines them up along the gym wall behind the designated “home plate”. He orders the team with one teacher kicking after every few students.

Molly is in the front of the line with Thomas, an eager 4th grader ready to play. He walks to the plate, backs up a few steps, and waits for Mat to pitch the ball. Mat winds up before releasing the ball in a (relatively) straight line to Thomas.

Thomas runs up to the ball, going for the kick, and….he misses. Tito jogs up to him, squatting to his level. “It’s okay, bud, let’s try again. You can do it, just keep your eye on the ball.”

The little boy nods and steps back up to the plate. Tito nods at Mat who winds up and rolls the ball once more. A little more cautiously this time, Thomas runs for the ball. He swings back his left foot and propels it forward, making contact with the ball and sending it soaring towards Mat.

Mat lets the ball drop in front of him, fumbling around to pick it up while Thomas runs to first base. Once he’s about halfway there, Mat tosses the ball to one of the fifth graders who is guarding the base. Thomas, unsurprisingly, is safe.

A few more students and teachers take turns kicking the ball, and before you know it, there are two students and Molly on base with two outs on the board. You were hoping that you would be able to linger in the back of the line long enough to avoid taking a turn, but Tito calls you up to the plate.

“Okay, Miss Y/n, bring ‘em home!” Tito encourages, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Doubtful,” you respond. Walking up to the plate, you make eye contact with Mat, waiting for him to roll you the ball. He takes a deep breath and raises his eyebrows to you.

“Ready?” He calls out.

You shake your head, “No, but do I have a choice?”

Mat laughs. ‘You got this!” he tells you, and winds up to roll the ball. Maybe he does it on purpose, but when he rolls the ball, it veers off to the left.

“Come on, Barzy, give her something she can work with!” Tito chirps, as Mat jogs to grab the ball from one of the students that picked it up.

Instead of returning to his makeshift pitcher’s mound, Mat strides towards you, catching you off guard.

“What are you doing, Mat?”

“You looked nervous,” he says. “Thought you could use a better pep talk than Beauvis over there.”

“It’s...elementary school kickball,” you say with a laugh.

Mat rolls his eyes, “This is a very serious game, Y/n. There’s a lot at stake.”

The smirk that forms on his lips sends a ripple down your spine. “Like what? A pizza party?” you joke.

Mat pushes your shoulder playfully, and a shout erupts from the sidelines. You both look to where Tito is standing with his arms raised in question. “Quit messing with my teammate, Barzal!” Tito yells.

Mat waves him off. “Keep your eye on the ball, and I’ll roll it slowly. Kick with the inside of your foot to get more distance, and, for the love of God, take off those dumb sandals.”

You look down at the strappy sandals on your feet. “What? They’re cute and comfortable!“

Mat rests a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. “Cute until you break an ankle. Just trust me and do it, Miss Y/n!”

You roll your eyes and kick your shoes off to the side while Mat backs up to the middle of the gym. You step up to the plate again and Mat winds up his pitch. The ball rolls in a straight line towards you, and you take his advice by kicking the ball from the inside of your foot. It’s a hard kick, too, so the ball soars over towards second base.

“RUN!” Tito yells from the sidelines, urging everyone on base to get moving. The student that was on 3rd base waddles home, scoring a run for your team, while the fielders scramble to get the ball.

There are some mishaps in passing the ball between the 4th and 5th graders in the field, so Molly is able to run home as well as you round first base. You look to Mat to find that he’s yelling at you to run to second, despite being on your opposing team, which coincides with the screams from Tito behind you. Now you're really thankful you took off those sandals.

You take off from first base towards second base, when out of the corner of your eye, you see Alexa grab the ball straight out of a 4th grader’s hands. She winds her arm back and throws the ball right at you, probably as hard as she can by the sting of contact on your left arm.

“Out!” Alexa yells as you slow your pace to a stop. “That’s three!”

The teams start shuffling as they switch from field to kicking and vice versa. You stay in your place, figuring you’ll just linger in the “outfield” anyway, while Molly comes up to you.

“That bitch is a dirty player,” Molly spits, turning to glance at Alexa. “Did you see how she just ripped the ball from a kid? Geez.”

“It’s just the game,” you brush it off, not wanting to seem fazed by how she so obviously was out to get you. You don’t realize Mat walks up to you and Molly until you feel a hand rest on the small of your back.

“Are you okay?” Mat asks, moving his hand to gently brush the red spot on your arm where the ball hit you.

You try not to blush at the contact as you nod and wave him off, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“Tough play, but it was a great kick,” Mat tries to be encouraging. “Who knew Lex could hustle like that.”

You wince at the nickname and look at Molly, who is sporting a scowl.

“Lex could’ve knocked a kid unconscious if she had missed,” Molly retorts, and Mat clears his throat awkwardly and removes his arm.

He shrugs his shoulders, “Yeah, I guess she could’ve.” There’s a brief pause and you hear Tito in the background positioning his students on the field. “So, Y/n--”

“Mat--I mean, Coach Barzal!” Alexa’s voice rings through the gym, interrupting Mat. “Come over here!”

“I think you should get back to your team, Mat,” you tell him. “Wouldn’t want to keep your star player waiting.”

He frowns at you, but nods, “Yeah, guess so.”

You didn’t mean to sound jealous--you really have no right to be. You weren’t even sure why you were so affected by the idea of Mat and Alexa. It’s not like there is a Mat and Y/n.

Well, maybe you do know why. You watch as Mat jogs over to his team, giving each kid a high five and circling them up for a pep talk. You can hear their laughs and cheers at his words of encouragement, and you smile involuntarily. He is so good with the kids and he really cares about them--you can tell that he puts his heart into what he does.

“Ready, team?” Tito’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. The rest of your team cheers in response and Tito starts the next inning.

The rest of the game flies by with excitement. You all only make it a few more innings before it’s time for the kickball game to end and everyone to finish out their Friday school day. Tito was overjoyed, to put it lightly, when his A Team won the game, and you could tell he was already taunting Mat with it. Mat, though extremely competitive throughout the game, was a good sport about it in front of his B Team.

Since your and Molly’s class would still be in their Music Class for another 10 minutes or so, you two stayed back in the gym while the 4th and 5th grade teachers got their students together.

“Well, ladies, it was a good game,” Tito says to you and Molly, giving you both high fives. “Sorry you got blitzed, Y/n.”

You let out a laugh, “Thanks Beau, but it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

Tito rubs his hand on the back of his neck, “I don’t know. Alexa went for blood with that hit.”

Molly scoffs, “Alexa is going to taste blood next time she pulls something like that.” You bump Molly with your hip, giving her a pointed look, but Tito just laughs at her comment and falls into conversation with Molly.

You eye the way Molly reacts to making Tito laugh, a wave of something resembling pride or satisfaction washing over her. You haven’t seen her look...giddy like this until watching her talk to Tito. Interesting, you think.

After a few minutes, you decide it’s time to pick up your kids from the Music Room, and you tell Molly she can just catch up with you in the classroom in a bit. You make sure to give her a suggestive smirk, glancing back and forth from her to Tito without him picking up on it. She rolls her eyes and waves her hand at you, gesturing to you to exit.

As you’re walking out of the gym, though, Mat calls out to you, jogging towards you before you can leave.

“Y/n! Wait up a second!”

You turn towards him as he slows down in front of you. “What’s up?”

“Um, where are you headed off to?” He asks, almost like he is stalling.

You furrow your brows, but respond, “Gotta pick up our class from Music.”

Mat nods, “Oh, yeah, for sure. Shouldn’t Molls be with you?”

You glance back at your friend, where she is laughing and twirling a strand of her hair while talking to the young coach. “Nah, I can handle it this time. She’s...preoccupied.”

Mat follows your gaze and lets out a snort, “Tito is so hopeless. He’s been gone for her for so long now.”

“Oh yeah?” You question, thinking maybe this could be a chance to set Molly up with a nice guy. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Molly, it’s that she usually has terrible taste in men. “How do you know? Has he said something?”

Mat shakes his head, “No, but he doesn’t have to. I mean, guys are so much easier to read than girls. Like, if a guy is interested in a girl? You’ll definitely be able to tell.”

You have to keep your shoulders from slumping. You think back to all the times you’ve interacted with Mat, and you can’t recall one instance of Mat acting the way Tito is with Molly right now.

“Yeah,” you sigh, looking back at the pair. “I guess you’re right.”

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Move On VIII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!♥️ Two weeks later, here you go! I only have two things to say: 1. please don't hate me 2. forgive me because it's too long and it might be a bit boring bc my brain was a bit dry this week. BUT the ending is intense. I almost divided it in two different chapters but I'm ending it on chapter 10 and I already have everything planned😔 Please remember there's two chapters left and anything could happen👀 Now enjoy and thanks for reading!

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, Hvitty is the best, Alfred is cute, Ivar is Ivar, there's smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and I think that's all!

Words: 7122 (the longest chapter I've ever written sorry)

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my three favorite boys by @therealcalicali

You had thought about your wedding day, like every single person on Earth. You imagined it being outside, maybe near the sea, or in the forest, maybe the gardens of a beautiful palace. But for some reason, you never imagined the groom's face. It was always about you, the place and the music, the dress, the flowers, the cake... Until you met Ivar.

Getting married wasn't something you wished to do soon, it could wait. It was more a future plan than a wish, because in some way getting married and having a child was something that scared you. Ivar managed to make you change your mind, suddenly you weren't that scared of having kids or the commitment that implies a wedding. It would be fine as long as he was the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle and the one holding your baby. It would be fine as long as it was him there with you.

Weddings were a celebration of love. At least that was what everyone said, two people that loved each other enough to try and make it last forever. Maybe they gave too much importance to the wedding itself and forgot the love part. Or maybe you were so bitter about anything romantic or related to love that you stopped thinking about them as a love gesture and started seeing it as a contract.

You hadn't heard about Ivar again. Not since that day that ended so badly. Hvitserk said he was still with Freydis, and soon he just stopped talking about him at all. Maybe hoping you'd get over him faster if he didn't mention him. But it wasn't really working.

At least you stopped crying. Now it was more like a sad grimace whenever you thought about it, and sometimes, Hvitserk realized you'd stop talking and looked away, biting your lip and probably thinking about him. Especially when there was something that reminded you of him.

But the problem of being so close to someone, shaping your entire life around him and sharing everything together was that there wasn't really anything that didn't remind you of him.

Alfred, Thora and Hvitserk had organized to be around you all the time. Distracting you, forcing you to go out and Hvitserk even let you do his makeup once. Sometimes it was annoying, but you couldn't be mad at them, they were just trying to make you feel better.

You tried to convince Thora and Hvitserk to go to the wedding together, but she didn't want to go to said wedding. As you promised Alfred you'd go with him, he'd be the one picking you up, and you'd see Hvitserk in there.

Of course, Ubbe and Torvi chose a beautiful forest near their own home to celebrate the wedding. A pagan wedding. You had been to a few of those with Ivar, as he and his family still worshipped the Norse gods. But this time you felt like an intruder, as you weren't even part of the family anymore, and your date was a Christian man.

The dress Hvitserk chose didn't look that good on you at home as it had looked on the changing rooms, as always, but you forced yourself to wear it with confidence. You even practiced walking with the new heels you had bought, and at that point you just wished you wouldn't fall in front of everyone.

You chose a very natural makeup, and a simple hairstyle that was within your humble means. You didn't want to draw attention and wished that the guests wouldn't recognize you. The last thing you needed was people talking about you and Ivar.

Traditions were traditions, nonetheless, and you wore red underwear to try and feel a bit sexier. Even if you had tried to get rid of the red dresses and underwear you wore to catch Ivar's attention, that red set in particular was too precious for you. It was the first one he bought you, and you still remembered the first night you wore it.

And, why am I thinking about Ivar now?

You sighed and looked at your own reflect on the mirror. You were ready, just needed to put those deadly traps on your feet and grab your purse. Alfred had called and he was on his way.

Oh yeah, because you're seeing him today. For the first time in months, you were going to see him again and with Freydis on his arm. You didn't even know how you'd react, but it had given you nightmares for days.

The doorbell rang, and you finished putting on the heels before walking to the door and opening it. Alfred looked like a prince, with his black suit and a flower on his hand. A sunflower. It made you smile more than it was socially acceptable.

"Hi" you waved at him "You look good" you winked at him, Alfred chuckled and blushed softly.

"Hello" he nodded politely "You look..." he stopped to look at you in the eye and sighed "Absolutely beautiful"

"Oh, um..." you looked down, flustered "Thank you, I... Didn't expect a compliment now"

Alfred smiled and took your hand, making you twirl and giggle.

"This is for you" he gave you the sunflower. You bit your lip and took it.

"You're always giving me flowers"

"Because you deserve them" he shrugged "Are you ready?"

You nodded. Taking the purse you left next to the door and checking you had everything.

"Okay" you sighed "Let's go"

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As soon as you got out of the car someone covered your eyes. You laughed and grabbed his arms to avoid losing your balance.

"Hvitserk" you put his hands away and turned to look at him "Look at you! You look nice"

He did look nice. His dirty blonde hair was braided and the suit looked good on him, it made his green eyes stand out.

"You look very nice too" he winked at you, his flirtatious smirk made you roll your eyes "Nice dress, who chose it?"

"Someone with a very good taste, obviously" you laughed "Are we late?"

Hvitserk turned to greet Alfred. The both of them weren't exactly friends, but thanks to you they were at least civil with each other and you were more than happy with that.

"You're just on time" he sighed "The guests are starting to get in" he pointed at the small path adorned with flowers and wooden decorations that entered the forest "Ubbe is already there, he's surprisingly relaxed, considering the fact he's marrying Torvi" Hvitserk muttered the last part and you raised an eyebrow.

"I would like to say hello to Ubbe before the ceremony starts" said Alfred with a small smile. He was very close to Ubbe, and worked with him frequently. You could say Ubbe was his favorite Lothbrok, and you couldn't blame him.

Hvitserk nodded and stepped back.

"I have to look for my brother, he told me he was close" he explained "But go, I'll catch you later"

My brother, Hvitserk now only referred to Ivar as 'his brother', noticing how you sometimes flinched when you heard his name, even if it was just because the thought of him startled you.

You grabbed Alfred's arm and hoped you wouldn't fall with the heels, he seemed to think the same, because he held you tightly.

"Doesn't it bother you that this is a pagan wedding?" You asked, genuinely curious when you caught a glance of the cross that hang from his neck. It belonged to his biological father, who passed away before he was born.

Alfred seemed amused at the question.

"I'm not bothered by people believing in other Gods, Y/N" he chuckled "In fact, I find paganism very interesting, and Ubbe told me a lot about his Gods and Goddesses, it's interesting, and I don't think my own God would be mad at me for respecting other beliefs"

You nodded slowly. Alfred was very religious, but not on an obsessive way. It was one of the things you liked about him, how relaxed but loyal he was about his religion.

Ivar was also very religious, but focused on a very different religion. It was something they had in common even if they wouldn't ever recognize it, but you could see it in both of them.

"Besides, I'll confess that Norse weddings are often much more fun than the Christian weddings" he added with a smile.

"Oh, are you getting drunk tonight?" you teased with a small smile. Alfred shook his head but laughed.

"Maybe" he raised an eyebrow "But only if you drink with me"

"Obviously" you rolled your eyes "On the last wedding I went to, Hvitserk, Ivar and I stole a bottle of tequila and got drunk on the car while listening to my favorite playlist"

"Wow" he laughed again "Okay, I'll try to keep up with you then"

There was a lot of people at the clearing already. You remembered Ubbe's first wedding, the first one you attended to with Ivar. He looked more relaxed now, and happier.

"Alfred" he greeted your companion with a big smile and a bone-crushing hug. Alfred smiled widely and hugged him back "You look good, man, thanks for coming"

"Of course, Ubbe" when they separated, he touched his shoulder firmly "I'm happy for you"

"I was a bit confused when your family arrived without you" Ubbe pointed to a group of people. When you turned to look at them, they turned around to pretend they weren't looking at you, making you raise an eyebrow and Alfred frown and blush "But I see you have better company" he laughed "Hello, Y/N"

When he leant in to hug you, you sighed. Ubbe gave the best hugs ever.

"Hi" you smiled "Thank you for inviting me"

"Are you joking?" he shook his head "You're like my sister, of course we'd invite you, you look pretty" he nodded "My mother is going to be thrilled to see you" he pointed at Aslaug, who stood all alone away from the crowd "She scolded all of us during the last family dinner, saying how you were too good for this family and we didn't appreciate you enough"

You smiled softly, Aslaug always treated you like a daughter.

"I'm gonna go say hello to her" you looked back at them. Alfred nodded and watched you leave until Ubbe hit his head softly with a smirk.

Aslaug never had a good relationship with the rest of the family. Ivar told you no one truly accepted her when Ragnar divorced Lagertha, and she spent most of the time taking care of Ivar. When Ragnar left, she just ignored them.

Ubbe was right, her eyes lightened up and she gave you a big smile when you approached.

"Y/N! Oh, Gods, you look so beautiful" she hugged you tightly "How have you been? I asked Hvitserk about you but he wasn't very specific"

"Hi" you smiled back at her "I'm fine, I think, you look beautiful too"

She seemed to like that comment. She did look very pretty, with her wavy, blonde hair braided and wearing a beautiful blue dress.

"I'm so glad to see you" she sighed "I missed you, you have to come with Hvitserk some day"

You wondered if she knew about the fact that you had slept with Hvitserk. But just when you were about to reply, she looked at someone just behind you, and you tensed up. There was only one person that could make Aslaug smile like that, and you weren't too excited to see him.

When you turned around, you forgot how to breath for a moment. Ivar wore a dark grey suit, that made his deep blue eyes shine like sapphires. He leant into the crutch and walked slowly, looking around with his eyebrow raised, as if he truly believed no one was worthy of his presence. After months without seeing him, thinking you were actually making progress in moving on, you realized you were still too into him. He was just too much.

When you were able to tear your eyes off of him, you realized Freydis was with him, dressed in red and looking so effortlessly beautiful that you felt like crying again.

Hvitserk reached you first, greeting his mother with a kiss on her cheek and putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Come on, let's go, this is about to begin" he whispered. When you left, you could feel Ivar's eyes on you, nearly burning. You didn't dare to look at him.

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Torvi was so beautiful on her white dress and the flower crown on top of the small braids on her hair that you couldn't help but tear up a bit. Ubbe looked at her with such an intensity, with eyes so full of love that you envied both of them for a moment. They couldn't stop looking at each other, they were so lost in themselves that barely listened to the völva that married them. To be fair, you barely listened either. It made you wish you had someone to look at like that, someone that looked at you like that. A few months earlier, you thought you had it.

Maybe you still could have it, with Alfred. He was the sweetest person you had ever met, and he treated you like a queen, always giving you space and making sure you were okay. You loved him so much you thought you'd explode if he had another sweet gesture with you, but it wasn't romantic love. You could try and maybe in some more months you could fall in love with him, but you didn't want to break his heart, he didn't deserve it.

And Hvitserk? He was your best friend, but even if you could feel attracted to him, you knew it wouldn't work. And both Alfred and Hvitserk deserved true love. But it wasn't you.

Ivar sat on the front rows, with his brothers and his parents. Freydis was sitting next to him, but they didn't touch each other. In fact, they barely talked. Then the völva talked about twin flames, about true love that always found its way through every single obstacle, and when you looked at him, he was looking right back at you.

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"You're back to drinking, huh?" Hvitserk laughed while sitting next to you. You groaned and bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

"I needed it" you pouted, looking at the drink you just ordered "Alfred introduced me to his family, but I don't think they like me very much"

Hvitserk stole your drink and took a sip, making you glare at him.

"His family is very protective of him" he shrugged "And you're probably not very popular considering you're Ivar's ex"

You turned your head to look at them, standing at the other side of the room. Judith, Alfred's mother, at least had been nice, but Aethelwulf, his (adoptive) father, looked at you suspiciously. You already knew Aethelred, his brother, but even if he greeted you politely, he didn't seem too happy with you either.

You also spent some time with the newlyweds, Björn and his wife and Lagertha, but you also felt out of place. In fact, you didn't feel comfortable until you stepped away from the crowd and reached the bar.

"There's food there, Hvitserk" you snatched your drink from his hand "Leave my drink alone"

He chuckled.

"I figured you needed some company, you look a bit sad here all alone" he shrugged again "Besides, I don't really feel comfortable in there" he frowned. The guests were finishing their food and getting up to dance and talk around the room. The venue in which the feast took place belonged to a friend of Ubbe's, so they had gotten the biggest salon.

Aslaug chatted with Floki and Helga, Ragnar tried to flirt with an amused Lagertha and Sigurd and Ivar had argued at least three times during the feast, with Björn interfering to avoid a possible murder. So the atmosphere was a bit tense and awkward.

"Remind me to never celebrate a wedding with my family" Hvitserk sighed. You giggled and shook your head "I mean it, is there anything worse than a wedding with a dysfunctional family?"

"A wedding with a functional family" you raised an eyebrow "That would be boring"

Fortunately, no one paid too much attention to you. Helga greeted you excitedly, and Floki hugged you and told you Freki missed you. You teared up remembering the sweet husky they had in Iceland. Sigurd was also nicer to you now than when you were with Ivar. Blaeja smiled to you shyly. Everything was awkward and felt weird, like you shouldn't be there.

The only one you hadn't talked to was Ragnar and, of course, Ivar. After he was finished eating, he sat down with Freydis. She tried to say hello to you with a sweet smile but Alfred had interrupted her and took you away. You nearly kissed him in gratitude.

"My father asked about you" Hvitserk added when he saw you staring at Ragnar, who was now talking to Harald Finehair.

"Really?" you frowned "I didn't think he'd remember me"

Even if you had been with Ivar for years, you had only met his father a few times, during important events or festivities. Usually, he was traveling the world, working and avoiding his responsibilities as a husband and a father.

"Of course he remembers you, he always asked about you... Don't tell anyone, but you were his favorite daughter-in-law, remember that time when you managed to make Ivar apologize to Sigurd after he insulted him during Jul? He was impressed"

"And he told you that" you rolled your eyes, thinking Hvitserk was probably making it up to make you feel better.

"Yes, he did, he also called Ivar a fucking idiot when he heard he left you, it was the first time I agreed with my father in a long time"

That made you smile.

"Your family is too nice with me" you sighed "I'm gonna miss them"

That startled Hvitserk.

"What? Why? Where are you going?" he glared at you "You're not leaving"

"I don't know" you took another sip of your drink "I talked to Alfred about it, he had friends in England that could help me get a job there and..."

"England?" Hvitserk scowled "You're moving to England?"

"I'm not" his indignation amused you "Not for now, I think, it's just an idea"

"You can't leave me here" he pouted "Who is going to come with me to the pub then?"

"I'm sure you'd find someone to get drunk with pretty soon"

He shook his head, and the two of you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes.

"It's impossible to replace you, Y/N" he whispered "You're too special for that"

"Aw" you felt a lump in your throat and the urge to hug him "That's sweet, Hvitty"

"I mean it" he winked at you "You're great, I just wish you saw it too"

"Keep saying these things to me and I'll give you my drink"

He smiled, but shook his head and stood up.

"I'm going to talk to Ubbe" he announced, you saw he was now talking to Floki and Aslaug, away from Björn and Lagertha "I have something to give to him"

You nodded and watched him leave with a small smile. Once again, you should have fallen in love with him.

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After three drinks, you stopped feeling intimidated by the crowd, at least a bit, and felt brave enough to get closer to it. Your eyes fixed on Ivar and Freydis, still sitting down and who seemed to be having a deep conversation. It didn't look good, but before you could even start wondering what they were talking about, someone put their arm around you, startling you.

"Hello, Y/N" you turned around to see Ragnar, already a bit drunk and with a big smile on his lips. His eyes, so similar to Ivar's, seemed to look directly into your soul "Long time no see"

"Hi" you smiled at him "How are you?"

He frowned, then grimaced and then shook his head.

"I'm... Alive" he shrugged "So, you and little Alfred?"

Ragnar Lothbrok wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"We're friends" you chuckled "He's been an amazing friend to me these past months"

"Yeah, after my... Brilliant son fucked it up" he clenched his jaw, taking a sip of his beer "Alfred is a really good kid, son of a great man"

"He's the best" you nodded "Did you know his father?"

For the first time, the smile on Ragnar's face faltered.

"Yes, I did" he cleared his throat "He was a very good friend of mine"

"He'd be proud of his son, then" you smiled, looking at Alfred who was currently talking to his brother.

"He would" Ragnar nodded "Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my own sons" he muttered, and you raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" you chuckled.

"I must admit it's my fault" he sighed "They inherited it from me, the capacity of ruining everything when they have a great woman by their side" you'd swear his eyes fixed on Lagertha and then on Aslaug for a moment "Ivar is the smartest boy I've ever seen, but he can also be stupid sometimes, you know it, because you understand him better than anyone, better than himself, even than his own mother" you bit your lip, looking away "And I know he regrets it"

"Look, I really love Ivar" you sighed "I will always love him because he was a very important part of my life for years, but he's happy with Freydis now, and I'm glad he's happy"

Ragnar chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'd argue with you on that, but Alfred is coming and I think you deserve a good time with him now rather than talking about my son" he winked "See you around, Y/N"

Before you could reply, he left, walking towards the bar as he finished his drink.

"Hello" Alfred stopped next to you, also looking at Ragnar with an eyebrow raised "Everything okay?"

You turned your head and smiled softly at him.

"Yes, I think" you giggled "It's just Ragnar being weird"

He hummed, like he understood exactly what you meant.

"I just wanted to ask you if you..." he looked around with a frown, and blushed furiously "Maybe, want to dance?"

You were surprised, thinking no one really danced at these things, but a quick look around made you realized that people were definitely dancing, or well, at least they were trying.

Ubbe and Torvi moved slowly together, with their foreheads pressed together and a small smile on their lips. Around them, some couples danced at the rhythm of a slow song.

"Oh, um..." you licked your lips, nervously "Sure, I'd love to"

Alfred looked relieved, and took your hand softly, leading you to the dance floor. Or well, the part of the salon on which people danced.

He knew how to dance, of course he did. You nearly rolled your eyes when he whispered that you should put your hand on his shoulder and started leading your movements. He was too soft, too polite and too perfect. You looked at his face intensely as he danced and you moved clumsily with him. He didn't make eye contact, too nervous and always looking down.

"Alfred" you pouted "You're one of the most amazing men I've ever met" you stopped moving to hug him "Oh my god, I wish I could..."

He hugged you back, nodding against your neck.

"I wish that too" he muttered "But I can't force you"

"I tried, I really did, and I love you so much, but..."

"Hey" he stopped hugging you, and cupped your face softly "Look at me, Y/N, you don't have to explain yourself, you feel what you feel and it's fine, I'll get over it" he giggled as you teared up, feeling the worst person in the world "We're friends, and that will never change"

You nodded.

"Thank you" you took a deep breath "For everything"

"Of course" he smiled "I think it's time you start being a bit more selfish and put yourself first, stop worrying about what the others are feeling, focus on yourself"

You hugged him again and kissed his cheek.

"I'm gonna go get some air" you took a deep breath "I'll be back, okay?"

He nodded, letting you go. You rushed to the door and left the building, only breathing again when you were out in the garden. It was a pretty entrance, with cobblestones, a lovely fountain and some flowers. At least it was peaceful and quiet. Or you thought it was, because you heard a metal noise and a groan, which made you jump and gasp before you looked to the side.

It was already dark, and the only source of light were the lovely streetlights adorned with ivy. It came from one of the benches at the side of the entrance, and you nearly cried when you saw the source of the noise.

"Ivar?" you sighed, drying your tears with your fingers "What are you doing here?"

He raised his head and glared at you with his jaw clenched, he had been focused on his braces and didn't even hear you approaching. When he didn't reply, you frowned and walked towards him, walking slowly to avoid falling down with the damned heels.

"Where's Freydis?" you asked softly, understanding something was wrong.

"She left" his voice sounded dry and empty, almost as if he had been crying.

"Why?"

"Because I told her to leave" he pouted. Ivar had the tendency to pout, and he hated when you said he looked cute doing it, probably thinking he looked intimidating.

You sat down on the bench, and decided not to ask because he didn't seem too inclined to talk about it.

"What's wrong with the braces?" you asked slowly.

"I don't know" he groaned, grabbing his right leg "I think I moved it and..." his lip started trembling when he started fiddling with it again.

"Stop" you tried to grab his hand, but he ignored you "Ivar, stop, you're going to hurt yourself"

"Why do you care?" he raised his voice, making you scoff "Why don't you go back there with Alfred?"

"Don't yell" you glared at him "After everything you've done, you don't get to yell at me"

He took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes with his hands and shaking his head.

"I want to go home" he sighed "I can't go back there"

"Hey, what happened?" you were starting to get worried, because that wasn't like Ivar "Should I call your brothers? Your mother?"

"No" he shrugged "They will just rant about how stupid I am for letting you go"

You looked away again.

"You did hurt me" you muttered "A lot"

Ivar didn't look at you either.

"That's the worst part" he scoffed "That they're right"

This time you did look at him, surprised and with your lips parted. For a moment, you felt the need to hug and kiss him, but you couldn't.

"If you know they're right why did you do it? And I don't mean breaking up with me, I mean being so cruel, treating me like I was nothing to you"

"I don't know, Y/N" he sighed tiredly "I was angry, you moved on"

"I didn't move on!" you scoffed "Dear God, Ivar, I couldn't move on, I spent the worst months of my life trying to but I couldn't, you're such an asshole" you groaned "You broke up with me, acted like I was nothing but a burden to you, you made me feel like I wasn't good enough, and then had the audacity of acting like I was the one that fucked everything up!"

Ivar's eyes were full of tears when he raised his head again.

"I don't feel like talking about that now"

You were about to keep ranting when you looked at his eyes for the first time, and gasped when you saw how blue they were.

"Did you take your medicines today?" you frowned when he shook his head "Why? Oh God" you groaned "Should we go to the hospital?"

He shook his head again.

"I just want to go home"

"Are you in too much pain, Ivar? Wait, I'll call a cab" you unlocked your phone and stood up.

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You had never seen Ivar like that. So quiet and sad, looking at his own feet and not even reacting when you sat down next to him again.

"The cab will be here in ten minutes" you announced softly, regretting being to harsh on him a few minutes earlier "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? Maybe we should, it might get worse, what if something happens?" you bit your lip nervously "I should go and tell your family"

"No" he grabbed your arm when you were about to stand up again "Don't tell them, it'll be fine as soon as I get home, take the pills and rest a bit"

"Okay" you sighed "But at least let me get Hvitserk so he can go with you"

Ivar's face changed again, this time he looked like a lost puppy, his pouty lips parted and his eyes fixed on yours, nearly begging.

"Aren't you coming with me?" he whispered, and you sighed.

"I shouldn't" you muttered in reply "I don't think..."

"Please" he insisted, and you noticed the two of you were too close "We need to talk"

He was so soft, so vulnerable in that moment that you nodded slowly, and let yourself lean into him slowly just before you heard someone calling your name.

Hvitserk left the building at the same time you got away from Ivar quickly turning your head to look at him. Ivar looked irritated by the interruption, but didn't say anything.

"Hey" he looked surprised to see the both of you there "Y/N, Alfred said you'd be out here" he frowned "Ivar, I was looking for you... Is everything okay?"

"Hi" you smiled softly "Ivar is not feeling good, he's in pain" you explained, standing up and approaching him "I called a cab"

Hvitserk's big brother side showed up when he walked over to Ivar, frowning.

"You didn't take the medicines?"

"I fought with Freydis, I forgot" he shrugged.

"Where is she?" Hvitserk looked around, a bit confused.

Ivar didn't reply, but they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

You gave them a few minutes together, until you approached them again. Hvitserk stood up with a sigh and shook his head.

"You can leave" he said softly, caressing your arm "I will stay with him"

You heard the cab arriving and looked at Ivar.

"I..." you took Hvitserk's hands "Maybe I should stay with him"

He took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Y/N..."

"It's okay" you chuckled "It's fine, Hvitserk, I'm fine"

"Are you sure?" he whispered "He is..."

"I know, and it will be okay, we... Need to talk, I think"

If Hvitserk thought you were stupid, he didn't say it.

"If you need anything, call me, okay?"

You nodded as he kissed your temple softly. You could feel Ivar's eyes on you, burning, when the cab stopped next to you and Hvitserk turned to help him.

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It felt too familiar to enter their flat, to help Ivar sit on the couch before taking the medicines to him with a glass of water. You were so used to the process that for a moment you forgot everything had changed since the last time you did it.

He did look more relaxed after a few minutes, when you sat on the couch and took your heels off with a tired sigh. You could feel Ivar's eyes on you, but tried to ignore him, too exhausted to start arguing with him again. You felt the pressure on your chest again, as you always did when someone mentioned him or when you saw him, but this time it was a bit less intense, maybe because Freydis wasn't around.

"I'm going to bed" he announced after a few minutes, you supposed that the strong painkillers had already kicked it at least a bit "Today was shit"

You wanted to scream at him, every day had been shit for the last few months because of him. But you were too exhausted of yelling, arguing and crying because of him, you wanted a truce, even if it was just for a few hours.

Ivar got up, grunting and taking deep breaths as he moved slowly towards his bedroom. At first, you weren't even thinking about helping him, you had already done too much for him that night, much more than he actually deserved. But when you looked at him and saw him struggling, you couldn't help it and got up to help him. Usually, Ivar would frown and say he didn't need help, but this time he didn't say a word until you reached his bedroom.

You bit your lip, looking around the room and remembering the last time you were in there. Ivar let himself fall on the bed and sighed in relief when he got to take the braces off. You sat on the bed and looked at him sternly.

"Hvitserk said you've been skipping therapy sessions" you narrowed your eyes at him "And didn't go to doctor's appointments, this is what you get for being an idiot"

Ivar raised an eyebrow, and the ghost of a smile danced on his lips as he turned his head to you.

"You and Hvitserk talked a lot about me, didn't you?" he scoffed "Did he also mention me when you were fucking?"

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't going to play his game anymore, not that night.

"Anyway, I'm leaving" you stood up "Go to sleep and call the doctor tomorrow"

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you.

"I thought we needed to talk" he scowled "But now you want to run back to Alfred"

"Look" you sighed, crossing your arms "You're tired and on a bad mood, I'm tired and a bit drunk, talking it's probably not a good idea, so try and get some rest and we'll talk some other day"

"I saw you dancing" he ignored you completely, making you sigh again "With him"

"Yes, and what about it? You have no right to be bothered by that, because you were with your girlfriend"

"She's no longer my girlfriend" he clenched his jaw and his voice broke a bit "It's over"

Your expression softened. Even if you'd love to slap him in that moment, your heart broke a bit knowing he was hurt.

"What happened?" you asked softly "The last time you told me you loved each other and all of that"

Ivar shrugged, looking away and taking a deep breath.

"I don't know, I suppose she didn't love me that much"

You looked at him with a pout. You could feel that dull pain on your heart when you thought about him, you missed him with your entire life, the thought of your relationship hurt and you knew it will keep hurting forever. Ivar probably didn't care about you, or maybe he saw you more like a friend, because it was obvious Freydis had marked him much more than you in just a few months, you had seen him looking at her. So probably she was his Ivar, that thing that would be painful his entire life.

A part of you wanted to be happy. They broke up, he was mistaken and it didn't work out. But you couldn't do it when you looked into his eyes and saw pain. You couldn't see him in pain.

"I'm sorry" you said softly.

"Are you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes" you rolled your eyes "I don't want to see you sad"

"Wouldn't you feel better yelling and insulting me?"

"Maybe" you shrugged "But I don't have the strength to do it"

Ivar nodded. He didn't have the energy to fight either. You laid down next to him, careful not to wrinkle the dress. Ivar stared at you intensely, and felt the tug on his chest again. He missed you more than he actually realized. It had been during the wedding, when he saw you looking stunning, smiling and greeting people... With Alfred next to you. He knew you'd be worried about him because he hadn't taken the medicines, that you'd make him sit down and would make everyone approach him so he wouldn't have to walk, that you'd take care of him, and if he was feeling better, would make him try to dance with you after the feast. Now you were dancing with Alfred, giggling and hugging his brother, and barely looked at him. And Freydis noticed.

When you looked at him again, he was much closer than you remembered, and it started you as you tried to move, flustered and suddenly very nervous.

"Y/N" he muttered, his hand grabbed your wrist softly and you widened your eyes "Stay, please"

You got lost into his eyes again. They had something magnetic, that attracted and locked you in.

His hand cupped your head to pull you closer, and the pressure on your chest turned into a warm feeling when his lips pressed against yours. It was like coming back after a long trip, when you realized just how much you had missed home, and everything was familiar and in its place. You closed your eyes and kissed him back slowly, too into him to even realize what was happening. Ivar broke the kiss and pecked your lips again a couple of times before deepening the kiss. His hand traveled down your back, making you tremble, until it reached your waist. You couldn't remember when was the last time Ivar kissed you like that, not even when the two of you were still together. He caressed your body over the soft fabric of the dress, and you vaguely thought about the wrinkles but realized you didn't even care.

"Ivar" you muttered against his lips "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but kissed you again as his fingers fumbled with the zip of your dress.

"You looked so beautiful today" he sighed "I couldn't stand to even think about someone else taking this dress off"

You were going to reply, but his lips on your neck turned what was going to be a dignified reply into a moan. Ivar had that thing, that charm that was too much for you to handle. He knew your weaknesses, your soft spots and what to do to make you melt in his arms. He knew you couldn't resist him, not even if you wanted to.

It was like going back in time, all the thoughts about the breakup, Freydis, Alfred and Hvitserk left your mind as he took the dress off, throwing it to the other side of the room and biting his lip with a smirk when he recognized the underwear. You tugged on his clothes, and the two of you broke the kiss so he could take the shirt and the tie. You sighed when you saw his tattoos again. You has missed him so much, and how his warm skin felt under your fingers, how his body tensed under your touch.

"Can I?" he asked biting your lower lip, his fingers grazed the side of your panties and you closed your eyes in anticipation before nodding.

"Yes" you moaned, moving to straddle him as you took your bra off. Ivar groaned and pushed his hips against you. Finally, his fingers found your sex, and he pressed onto your clit, and when he started rubbing it in circles you started trembling again.

You tried to touch his member, but you could barely move, until he pushed your panties aside and two of his fingers teased your entrance before entering you. The both of you moaned at the same time, and you moved your hips against his hand trying to follow his pace.

"Gods, you look so beautiful" he groaned, his free hand caressed your body and his lips captured one of your nipples. It was too much, and when he pressed his palm against your clit you gasped and your walls clenched around his fingers. But then he stopped, and your moans of pleasure turned into a bothered whine. You opened your eyes to glare at him and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're not going to cum until I'm inside of you" he whispered against your neck. You quickly fumbled with his pants, and when you finally freed his hard member Ivar groaned again. You would have loved to return the favor and leave him on the edge, but you couldn't wait, you needed him. You had waited enough.

"Put it in for me, kitten"

You nearly came hearing his voice on your ear, whispering the pet name he used to call you. Your hand clenched around his cock and he rolled his eyes and moaned deeply, letting you enjoy pretending you had the power for a few seconds. Until you pressed his member against your entrance and he grabbed your hips and thrusted into you.

Your mouth widened on a silent moan. It was intense, and Ivar let you adjust to the size before starting moving, but once he started, he couldn't stop. He sat down to kiss you again, and you grabbed his shoulders and his arms when your legs were too weak to support you anymore.

"Ivar" you moaned against his neck "God, Ivar"

"I missed you so much" he muttered, and it sounded like he truly meant it.

You didn't really have time to think whether he meant it or not because the warm tingle on your lower belly was becoming too much. Your walls started clenching around him and his thrust became sloppy. He breathed heavily against your skin.

"I'm not going to last" he whispered again "You're too much"

You had missed this Ivar so much.

You came around him, moaning his name and digging your nails into his back, your body shaking around him and your face hidden into his neck. Ivar came right after you, and he quickly turned his head to fix his ocean eyes into yours, with his pouty and swollen lips parted just before kissing you again, making you sigh and smile, happy for the first time in months.

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