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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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Girl of his Dreams- Prologue

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3K (approx)

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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Walking into your art class you notice that your designated seat has already been taken by a boy. That's weird.

What's even weirder is that you have never seen the said boy before in your class. You say that with complete surety because there are only a handful in your class and this boy does not seem familiar at all.

Walking up to him you tap on his shoulders. "Excuse me, this is my seat."

The said boy turns to look at you and you frown when you realise you don't even have a clear view of his face as the majority of it remains covered by his hoodie.

Instead of responding to you, he moves a little to give you some space to sit on the stool.

There's a protest on your lips because how the fuck can two people sit comfortably on one small stool. But you decide on not voicing it because you know there are no other empty seats and asking him to just evacuate would basically mean him standing there awkwardly in the middle of the room, which honestly is harsh.

You awkwardly clear your throat and occupy whatever remaining space the stool has to offer.

"So are you new here?" The query leaves your lips a few moments later when you realise that you can't just ignore his presence considering how the right side of your body is almost entirely in contact with his left.

His fingers momentarily stop swiping at the phone screen and he looks up the slightest to give you attention.

He shakes his head and locks his phone. "Nah, I'm not here as a student."

If he's not a student then, what is he doing here?

He must have noticed the look of confusion on your face and he opens his mouth seemingly to clarify what exactly he is here for but the arrival of your art teacher stops him from doing so.

"Good morning, class," Miss Richardson greets the class as she settles all her materials on the table. "I hope you all had a good weekend."

The class comes up with mixed responses with a few people groaning and a few voicing their responses positively.

"Well that sure is a confusing response," she says with an amused look. "Well for those who had a not-so-good-weekend, I hope knowing that you will sketch a model today would be exciting enough to make your Monday."

A low murmur spreads through the classroom. That's a good response, you'd say. You definitely find yourself pleasantly surprised and excited at the thought of getting to capture the beauty of a model. The list of things she asked to bring for today's class, makes so much more sense now.

"Now, for today's model; his name is Jeon Jungkook and he's a fashion designing student."

All of a sudden you feel the warmth next to you gone, and the figure walks towards the podium. It takes a few seconds too long for you to realise what was happening.

Oh. He is the model.

"I hope all of you have your equipment ready and remember that you have to complete the sketch by the next two classes." She finishes. Once done, she turns to face Jungkook and gives him a small smile as if to tell him that from here on, he can do his thing.

And so he does.

It begins with him removing his hoodie which finally enables you to get a proper look at his face and fuck.

He's beautiful.

You did not think anyone could ever be this gorgeous and it honestly has you speechless. It's like one of those scenes from the movies where one of the main protagonist's eyes land on someone and they can't help but keep staring at them because they are the most beautiful creature on earth.

You believed that those sorts of things happened only in movies because that kind of breathtaking beauty existed only in movies. As it turns out, you were wrong.

Before you can gather your thoughts, he removes his t-shirt.

If you were in awe with how beautiful his facial features are, now you find yourself gasping for air after having a glimpse of his body.

Fuck, he looks sculpted, like a Greek god of some sort.

You feel butterflies flying merrily in your stomach as if they too want to voice out their agreement.

Unfortunately, the sound of low murmuring snaps you out of your daze. Looking around, you realise that almost everyone has their eyes on him and is in awe of his beauty.

It's when your eyes land on a guy who has already started sketching, do you realise that you too are here to sketch and that you too will only get three classes to finish this.

With a sense of urgency, you pull out your pencils and with a deep breath start sketching the beautiful man that seems to be straight out of your fantasies.

As your classmates slowly but steadily empty the classroom, you find yourself lingering.

You can't help but run your eyes across the canvas with a scrutinising gaze, wondering if you like how it is turning out to be and if your pencil is doing justice to the man's beauty.

Jungkook strolls towards your stool to take his bag but his eyes land on the sketch.

"That looks weird."

You yelp in shock and turn to look at the person who thought it was a good idea to scare you.

However, you find your breath hitching when you realise that it's Jungkook. Even worse, he remains shirtless.

Gulping down the saliva in your mouth, you try to steady your breath and register the words that fell from his lips. "What do you mean it's weird? Is it not coming out nice?"

He steps closer and bends down a little to have a better look at your sketch.

His movements cause a wave of nervousness to wash over you. In an attempt to hide your flustered state, you pretend that your whole attention is on your canvas and that you are not bothered by the man next to you.

"It is nice, I'd say you captured the details well," his low timbre reaches your ears and his exhale hits the expanse of your back. Fuck, you had no idea he was standing this close. "I just never had anyone draw me before. So looking at a sketch of me does feel weird."

"Oh, t-that makes sense." You curse yourself for stuttering. Could you look any more stupid?

The stutter catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes move from the canvas to the side of your face. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices your fast breathing rate.

He usually doesn't bat an eye because girls getting flustered around him, is not unusual. He knows the effect he has on the female population. However, with how flustered and how desperately you try to seem unaffected, Jungkook can't help but find it cute.

Cute enough to drop a flirtatious comment.

"But I guess it's okay if such a cute girl like you is doing it."

The effect those words have on you are instantaneous. You flush and your whole body warms up from head to toe. Squirming in your seat, you clear your throat and pray that your cheeks aren't embarrassingly red.

Jungkook's smirk widens. He wonders how you'd react if he were to call you the l-word. "I'll get going then, love."

You choke on air. That reaction was worth it, he thinks.

Stepping a few steps back, he puts his shirt back on and swings his bag on his shoulders. "See you, next class."

You hold your breath until the sound of his shoes against the floor completely fades away and only when he's gone, do you let yourself relax and feel the rush of emotions and adrenaline.

As embarrassing as it is, the first thing you do after going home is to search for his name on Facebook. There's just no way you're not searching up, the unbelievably good-looking guy, who also happened to flirt with you, on the net.

Thankfully, his Facebook profile is unlocked.

Clicking on his name you are greeted by his handsome face which stares back at you from the circle of his profile picture. You might have looked at it for a little too long, observing every single detail and wondering how a human could be this handsome.

Nevertheless, after snapping yourself out of your daze, you scroll down and your eyes fall upon the top post.

Models required.

For the upcoming inter-college fashion show, I need someone to model my designs. If you're interested, please meet me and my team on Friday in room no. 302.

One male and one female model would be chosen for the occasion.

You blinked at the screen and soon a wide smile spread on your lips. Isn't this just perfect? The perfect opportunity for you to get to know him better.

You have never modelled, you idiot.

A voice reminds you not so gently.

Although you feel doubts enter your head, you don't let your hopes get killed. Clicking on the comments section, you look for something that can provide you with clarification as to what exactly he is looking for.

One particular comment catches your eye as it is the only comment he has replied to.

Your eyes do a quick scan of the words and you find that it's a girl asking whether it's okay to try out even if she has no prior modelling experience. Jungkook's response to which is 'ofc it is'.

You internally scream thinking how perfect this is for you.

You take out your notepad and take down the details and also set a reminder on your phone, just in case.

However, with how long you stay on the net scrolling down his profile, you and probably even your FBI agent knows that there's no way you will forget about this on Friday.

Very unsurprisingly, you don't forget about it on Friday. In fact, you find yourself heading towards the room way earlier than the scheduled time.

It's on an entirely different side of the campus. It will take time to get there. That's what you tell yourself every time a voice tries to remind you that you're being far too eager about this.

When the building approaches, you feel a shiver of nervousness run down your spine. Is this going to be awkward? Is he going to recognise you?

The moment that thought comes to your mind, you chase it away. Of course, he's gonna remember you. It hasn't even been a week since the art class. There's no way he could have forgotten you this soon. Right?

With that little talk with yourself, you take a deep breath and step inside the building.

Having practised some modelling over the course of these few days from YouTube, you repeat the instructions you came across. Head held high, shoulders and back straight, and sway your hips and arms naturally. You can do this! (The last part was not in the video)

You find yourself being so narrowly focused on your way to the room that you miss the tall body that's heading in your direction. Although, the other party also remains blissfully unaware of the fact that they are heading towards you. Guess it's only fair that you two collide with each other.

"Owwwwww," you groan

"I'm so sor–Wait you're the art girl!" His pupils dilate ever so slightly in recognition.

Your eyes widen when you realise, it's him out of all people. Once the surprise wears off, you nod and a part of you feels glad to know that he indeed does remember you.

"So wassup?" He asks, genuinely curious.

Now see, you possibly could have replied to that question with anything. But with how caught off guard and unprepared you feel, you don't find your brain having the capability to come up with something cool. Hence, nothing but the truth comes spilling out; truth with the slightest bit of lie, mixed with it. "A friend of mine mentioned that you were participating in the inter-college fashion competition–"

You searched him up on the net. That's the first thought that comes to Jungkook's mind. How can he be so sure about it? Because he made the post only yesterday and sure he's popular, but not so much on Facebook because he's hardly ever active there. The chances of your said friend getting to know about it are next to zero.

"It's more like, I was asked to represent our college," that's the second thing that comes to him and he cuts you off with it. Call it him being cocky (which he knows he is), but there's a huge difference between putting your name in a competition and the college board preferring him to represent them. He can't have people making mistakes, can he?

Your mouth forms an oh and your eyes sparkle in wonder because how good is he exactly at fashion designing?

"That's great," you say. "I hope you win it."

"Oh don't worry," he says with his gaze locked with yours. "Pretty girls inspire me."

Now, he had meant for it to come out as a fact. Because that's what it is. But with the way his eyes remain locked with yours, it makes you assume otherwise. Makes you think that the statement is directed at you.

You clear your throat and look away from him. Gosh, your knees are gonna give away.

"That's good to know," you say in a meek voice. "I was actually heading towards room 302. You know, just want to give it a try."

Jungkook's brow furrows as he observes you closely.

So you searched him up on the net. Cute. But he isn't interested in you and he can tell that unfortunately, you took his meaningless flirting as him showing interest in you.

Thankfully, you seem like someone who knows how to get the hint. You don't seem like you will trail behind him like a lost puppy even if he were to make it clear that he isn't interested in you. Good for him.

He comes up with a quick plan which he thinks will send the message loud and clear. He has just gotta be honest.

"Don't waste your time with that darling," he says as he takes out his phone from the pockets of those tight skinny jeans of his. Before you can ask for clarification, he is speaking again. "You see this girl?"

You take a look at his phone screen which is now facing you and is currently displaying a Facebook profile page. Tina Rei. After some pondering as to why this name rings a bell, it clicks. She's the same girl whose comment you stumbled upon a few days back.

Not sure what he is trying to say, you nod.

"She's the one who's going to be my model," he says before locking the screen. "She's just so hot. One of the prettiest girls on campus. Can't think of anyone else better."

Your stomach sinks at his words. Oh. He already has a model.

"Then why have this whole audition thing?" You ask, trying not to interact with your thoughts at the moment.

"Don't want to seem like I'm being unfair you know?" He shrugs. "But thought I'd save you some time. Going inside that room won't be of any use. I already know who I want to work with."

You simply nod at his words. You don't know what to say. You feel so stupid for letting your teeny tiny crush get out of hand and although you never admitted it out loud, his flirty actions had you hoping.

"Lost your voice, art girl?" He asks with a teasing tone. You refuse to answer him verbally, yet again and simply shake your head, making him sigh. "I'll get going then."

He moves forward a few steps but stops.

Walking back to where you are standing, he bends down a little to look into your eyes. "Also, a small piece of advice, you should probably stick to art. Modelling is not for you."

And then he's gone.

That day instead of going back to your dorms, you choose to go back home for the weekend.

Feeling angry with yourself, you find that you are not in the mood of interacting with anyone and desperately crave the comfort of home. Where you don't feel judged.

Thankfully, when you're greeted by warm hugs from your parents and gentle (very very aggressive) licks and kisses from your dog, you don't find it in you to regret making this decision.

A small smile manages to make its way onto your lips and you find your spirits being lifted ever the slightest.

Your dad watches you from the corner as you playfully give Jack belly rubs. He notices the way your eyes don't have their usual bright look and the way you seem as if something's been eating you away. He can't help but wonder what it is that seems to be bothering you.

Once you've gone to freshen up, he makes his way inside the kitchen.

"Do you think she's okay?" He asks in a tone that does not hide his worry at all.

Your mum takes a spoonful of the soup she's preparing and tastes it, soon letting out a satisfactory hmm.

"She's a big girl now, don't worry she'll be fine." Her words do not address his question as there's no point in denying that there's something that seems to be troubling you.

He sighs. "I know but I still can't help but get worried."

Patting his back, your mom lets out a huff in amusement. Two big kids she has got. "Don't worry, she's probably itching to talk to me about it. Maybe while we clean the dishes, okay?"

Your dad feels some of the tension leave his body at your mom's warm touch and nods with a sigh.

Dinner goes smoothly with you laughing loudly at your dad's exaggerated storytelling about the time he went fishing with his friends and at your mom's annoyed grunts and comments about how your dad has turned into a teenager. You laugh so much that you forget about everything. Temporarily.

Once you're alone in the kitchen helping your mom with the dishes, you feel the silence prompting your brain to be loud with its thoughts.

"Am I not attractive?" You blurt out of nowhere. But then it probably isn't out of nowhere.

You were so busy admiring and daydreaming about Jungkook's beauty that you did not stop to ponder the possibility that he might not find you attractive.

While the thought of your crush not finding you attractive is hurtful, the thought of your crush finding you unattractive is quite gut-wrenching. And something about the last comment he made before leaving, has you feeling all sorts of things.

Most importantly, it has you questioning if you really are unattractive. But at the moment, you're too scared to address that question, all by yourself.

Your mother's movements stop all at once. "What kind of a question is that? No never mind, I'll answer that– one of the most stupid questions I have ever heard."

A small smile appears on your lips at her dramatics. "It's a serious question, though."

She shakes her head as if to indicate that she won't tolerate any of your nonsense. Putting down the cleaning cloth, she walks over to you. "What is making you say all this?"

She keeps her tone gentle.

You sigh trying to hide the tears that try to leak out. "It's stupid."

"Nothing is more stupid than you thinking that you're not attractive." She quips and pats the top of your hair in hopes of giving you comfort. "Is it a boy problem?" She asks for clarification.

Feeling relief but also hating, how spot-on she is, you let it all spill out. You tell her how Jungkook just took your breath away. How he seemed to be the perfect guy. The guy you always dreamt about. How he looked like a literal prince. How he only stomped away after giving you hopes that you might have a small chance of being his princess. Not to mention, how that one comment made you feel insecure to ever be in front of him again.

Your mom's eyes soften. "Oh sweetie, come here." She wraps you in a warm hug and lets you cry silently for a while. "There's something that might help you."

You unwillingly retreat from her warmth to look at her. "What is it?"

"Just wait here," she says before swiftly getting up and heading towards her bedroom. You sit there and stare in confusion until she arrives. When she does, you find yourself thoroughly perplexed to find that she went to get a ring.

"A ring?"

She smiles. "Hmm but not just any ordinary ring. The one who puts this on you will start seeing you as their dream partner."

You blink at her blankly for far too long. "Huh? Mom, are you doing drugs?"

She throws her head back and laughs. "Thankfully, no, not yet."

"Then are you trying to check if I'm doing drugs?"

A chuckle escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "I get that you don't believe me but take this and try it out. Put that ring on the guy you like and let it do its magic."

Saying so, she takes a hold of your clenched fist and pries it open. Placing the ring on your finger, she looks at you and you can't help but feel even more disbelief when you see nothing but honesty in her eyes. "Take care of this ring, it's precious."

And then she's getting up, asking you if you'd like to sleep in her room as if she didn't just say the most absurd thing moments ago.

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pandenewie · 1 year

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05 - when bae gets you in trouble

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Jungwon doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s at war with himself. On one hand, Y/n is breaking the dress code, which gives him a bad image as the student council president. On the other hand, trying to do something about it could cause Y/n to dislike him even more than they already do.

He’s not an idiot. He sees the way they roll their eyes whenever he stands up to speak in class. The way they snicker with their friends whenever he’s around. If it were any other person in the school, Jungwon wouldn’t care. Sure, he wants to impress people and works hard to do so - but he also knows when to call it quits. Unless it’s Y/n, of course.

“They still haven’t replied?” Jongseob asks curiously, watching the way his friend’s eyes follow their classmate. Jungwon sighs, shaking his head as he pulls out his phone. The bold letters "READ" are still there from the night before.

“To be fair, that message sucked ass.” Ni-ki chimes in. “You’ve gotta be direct with Y/n, why do you think Hikaru’s such a bitch?” He continues. “She’s only a bitch to you because you’re annoying,” Shota adds, stealing one of the fries from Ni-ki’s plate.

“I was scared I’d hurt their feelings.” Jungwon mumbles. “Well stop. You need to go scary president mode on them. Show them who’s boss!” Ni-ki exclaims, earning an eye roll from his older friend.

“I don’t think Jungwon can go scary president mode. He’s way too soft.” Jongseob reasons. “You didn’t see him when Shota and I took Jay-hyung’s car,” Ni-ki says, causing Shota’s eyes to widen. “Dude, don’t remind him.” He whispers.

“Maybe try talking to them in person? They can’t leave you on read face-to-face.” Jongseob suggests. “But I do that all the time?” Shota asks, causing Jongseob to roll his eyes. “You’re different.” He clarifies. “Okay… I’ll try talking to them after class.” Jungwon nods, gathering up all the courage in his body. “Why don’t you ask them out while you’re at it?” Ni-ki jokes, resulting in glares from the rest of the group. “... too soon?”

Jungwon and confrontation do not get along. Confrontation and Y/n on the other hand, are practically best buddies. This is evident in the smirk spreading across Y/n’s face, as Jungwon avoids eye contact and stumbles over his words.

“So… you don’t like my outfits?” Y/n asks sarcastically. Jungwon knows he’s blushing but part of him prays that Y/n doesn’t notice. “It’s not about me liking them… they’re just inappropriate for school.” He clarifies. “I’m not showing anything?” Y/n argues, causing Jungwon to sigh.

“They go against the dress code, Y/n. It’s covered in rips and holes and chains-” Y/n lets out a loud exaggerated gasp, interrupting Jungwon’s words. “Oh my god, rips and chains? How will anyone be able to learn?” Jungwon narrows his eyes at their sarcasm. “You’re not taking me seriously.” He mumbles. “That’s because you’re talking out of your ass, Yang.” Y/n replies sweetly before turning to walk away.

Jungwon sighs yet again, slinging his bag over his shoulder to follow Y/n down the hall. “Why are you being so difficult about this?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “Because the dress code is dumb and you know it.” They state matter-of-factly. “Okay, and you’re breaking it to what - prove a point?” He asks, earning a wink from Y/n that makes his heart flutter a little more than expected.

“That’s not gonna work Y/n. They won’t just change the dress code because you don’t like it.” Jungwon states. “No… but you will,” Y/n replies teasingly, Jungwon’s eyes widening at their words.

He - what?

Does Y/n know about his tiny-but-not-so-tiny crush on them? Surely not… he’s been so discreet about it! The only people who know are Ni-ki, Jongseob and Shota. And the likelihood of them snitching is minimal.

Y/n laughs at the confusion on his face. “Class started 5 minutes ago, and yet you’re here talking to me. I must make great company.” They smirk, laughing louder as Jungwon scurries to check the time. He was so distracted by talking to Y/n that he forgot he had class!

“Poor Mr President; first time skipping class?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to gulp nervously. “I’m not skipping… I’m just… running late.” He says, repeating the thought over and over again. Anything to override the guilt building up in the pit of his stomach. “Well, I don’t see you rushing off to make it.” Y/n shrugs.

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry as they call him out. Why hasn’t he left yet? If he goes now, he could use some excuse and get off without even a warning. Perks of being a teacher’s pet. But the longer he stands here, the longer he allows Y/n to play with his mind, and the slimmer his chances of getting out of this become.

“Go on, I’m sure Mrs Kim is eagerly waiting for her favourite student.” Y/n pushes further. They narrow their eyes at him, almost in a challenging way. Jungwon doesn’t know what game they’re playing… but he knows that they’re winning it. So for some dumb reason - he stays. He’s not sure if he’s trying to prove anything to himself or to Y/n. Maybe a little bit of both. Because he can’t have himself doing everything Y/n wants, and he can’t have Y/n thinking they’ve got the upper hand.

Jungwon feels nervous at the sudden presence of Y/n looking over his shoulder. The two are currently seated on the floor of the school’s out-of-order bathrooms.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asks. “If you wanted to do school work, you should’ve just gone to class.” Jungwon subtly rolls his eyes at their comment. “It’s stuff for the council. That way, if I get caught out of not being in class, I have an excuse.” He says, showing Y/n the page of his workbook. It’s a bunch of scribbles about school events, people to talk to, etc. Stuff Y/n couldn’t care less about.

“Skipping class and lying to teachers? What have I done to you, prez?” Y/n asks, a fake pout seated proudly across their lips. “It’s not a complete lie.” Jungwon mumbles, attempting to push away the thoughts of calling Y/n cute that settle in his brain. “Still… the school’s golden boy is losing his shine.” Jungwon feels his face heat up at Y/n’s teasing. “That’s not why I’m here!” He chokes out, trying to retain at least some of his reputation.

“Why are you here then?”

The question leaves Jungwon stumped. Why is he here? Sitting on the floor of an abandoned bathroom doesn’t prove anything. What is he even trying to prove? That he can be rebellious? That he’s not the uptight student council nerd that Y/n makes him out to be? If so, he’s not doing a very good job.

Jungwon suddenly stands up, feeling defeated and confused. If he goes now, he could probably still make it to the last half of the period. He can show Mrs Kim his council work and claim he was in a meeting.

“I’m just gonna go to class.” He sighs, causing Y/n to snicker. “I figured. Knew you didn’t have it in you. You stood it out longer than I thought though, so thanks for entertaining the idea of bad boy Jungwon.” All this teasing from Y/n makes Jungwon feel like he’s about to faint. How is this the longest conversation they’ve ever had, and yet they’re already so comfortable with pushing his boundaries?

“Where are you going?” Jungwon asks, noticing Y/n get up and follow him out of the bathroom. “To my car. Only nerds hang out in the bathrooms.” Y/n says casually, causing a short ache in Jungwon’s heart. Ouch.

“Shouldn’t we… walk separately?” Jungwon asks, causing Y/n to come to a sudden pause. “Why?” They ask bluntly. Jungwon gulps nervously as Y/n looks at him, almost daring him to finish his sentence. “Just because… I’m going back to class and y’know… we don’t want people thinking… anything.” Jungwon mumbles out, suddenly feeling very nervous under Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n lets out a loud scoff before pushing past Jungwon, hitting him with their shoulder on the way. “Right. Because how tragic would it be for other people to see our dear student council president with someone like me.” They say, their tone harsh as the words seem to cut right through Jungwon’s heart. “That’s not what I meant,” Jungwon whispers, causing Y/n to scoff again.

“Of course not. Yang Jungwon would never say anything like that to one of his classmates. Because he’s an angel and we should all aspire to be like him.” Y/n exclaims sarcastically, causing Jungwon’s ears to burn red with embarrassment. “You think you’re so much better than us because you’re the president. Well, guess what, Jungwon? Aside from the teachers, no one in school believes it. You’re just some pathetic kid whose self-esteem is so low that he needs validation from everyone else in the world. Well, you’re not gonna get it from me.” Y/n rants, their voice increasing in volume the more words they spit at Jungwon.

Jungwon doesn’t know what to say. As ignorant as it sounds, he’s never been on the receiving end of such words. At least not coming at him with this much aggression. “I… I didn’t mean…” “Of course, you didn’t mean it Jungwon, you never mean anything! This whole nice boy president bullshit is nothing but an act. And I see right through it. I may be a bitch, but at least I know when I’m doing things that make others feel like shit.”

With that, Y/n turns on their heel after getting it all out of their system, only to be met face to face with an angry Mrs Kim. “L/n Y/n, what is the meaning of this?” She asks angrily, causing Y/n to sigh in an attempt to calm their anger. “I’m sorry Miss. Jungwon just said something that upset me and I lost my cool.” Y/n exclaims, earning a scoff from the teacher. “Yeah right. If you’re gonna pin the blame on someone, at least make it believable Y/n. Off to the principal's office.” Mrs Kim says, pointing her finger down the hall.

Y/n rolls their eyes before turning to walk towards the principal's office. Their eyes meet Jungwon’s in the process, giving him a glare that sends shivers down his spine. He wants to apologize, but he wouldn’t even know where to start. So he just keeps his mouth shut, a slight tear at his heart as he watches Y/n walk away.

“Right… I’m so sorry about that Jungwon. What were you doing out here anyway?” Mrs Kim asks, her demeanour completely changing once Y/n is out of sight. It’s the first time Jungwon has noticed it. “I had a meeting at lunch that went overtime… I’m sorry I forgot to tell you.” Jungwon lies through his teeth. Mrs Kim sends a reassuring smile to the boy, patting him on the back lightly. “You work so hard, Jungwon. What an excellent role model for our other students. Come on now, there should still be time for you to write today’s notes.” Mrs Kim leads Jungwon back towards the classroom, but he turns his head to face the direction Y/n went - a weird feeling dropping to the pit of his stomach when he sees that they’re long gone.

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remusslove · 1 year

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Goody two shoes~ mattheo riddle

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: sub!reader, dom!Mattheo, mentions of punishment, and tooth rotting fluff

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: crybaby!reader gets a bit insecure that she’s too much of a good sub unlike the other girls and mattheo comforts her

He sat with the group and began making small talk as Theodore continued complaining about how bratty his sub is. “I love her to death but that girl doesn’t follow the rules!”.

“You gotta punish her Theodore. Right mattheo?” Blaise said as mattheo shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t ask me” mattheo shrugged inhaling the last puff of his cigarette before smushing it in the ashtray on top of the coffee table.

“What do you mean don’t ask you?!? Y/n is the most behaved sub out of all of ours” Theodore said with his eyes widened.

“Yeah but I’ve never punished her before” mattheo replied causing them to all look at him with widened eyes. “Your telling me you’ve never even put her in timeout?” Blaise asked taken back.

“Nope.”

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬~

“Your telling me you’ve never even been spanked?!“ Pansy asked with amusement. “I mean not even a time out?!” Astoria asked with fascination.

“No, why?” You asked in confusion as too why they were looking at you with wide eyes. “Because that’s what boys like! If your just a good two shoes all the time then what’s the fun in that?” Pansy said making you feel a little nervous.

“Look all were saying is that mattheo is probably the type of man who likes a bratty sub.That’s all.” Astoria clarified. “But I don’t wanna be bad. I like being good” you said softly.

“Well how’s the sex? Is it any good?” Pansy asked curiously. “Um well, we’ve never done it before.” You said cautiously. “But when you guys do have sex your obviously gonna have it rough right?” Astoria asked.

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable with my first time being you know, so experienced.” You replied with a quiet tone. “So what do you want it to be like?” “My first time was rough and oh god was it good” Pansy said sighing as she dreamily began zoning out.

“Well I’d really like it to be gentle and soft. Nothing to crazy.”

“And when you get more experienced?”

“Um I think I’d like it to be the same”

They both sighed in defeat.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨~

“But then how is she so well trained?” Draco questioned.

“Dunno, I guess she just likes being good” mattheo said standing up once he seen you walk inside the common room.

“Hey my love” mattheo said as he walked toward you with a warm smile before giving you a hug.

“Hi mattheo” you greeted him inhaling deeply at his scent.

“I’m gonna take a nap” you said placing a kiss on his cheek. He nodded before saying his goodbyes to the boys.

Once you reached your dorm you began stripping yourself from your outside clothes and dressing in comfy pajamas.

Mattheo came in a few seconds after you laid down on your bed. “Hi my love I haven’t seen you all day” mattheo said stripping to just his boxers and white tank top before climbing in bed with you.

He sat up and grabbed his book off the night stand that he left there before he went to his classes.

You instinctively laid on top of him before snuggling into his chest. He chuckled placing a kiss on your head.

You decided to break the silence after a minute and asked the question that had been bothering you since you left Astorias dorm.

“Mattheo?” You called out. “Yes my love?” He replied. “Are you bored of me?” You asked as tears began to build up in your eyes at the thought of him saying yes. He put his book down taken back at your question.

“Of course not princess. Why would you think that?” He asked you in a soft tone. “Well Pansy said that it’s no fun if I’m just a goody two shoes all the time.” You replied as a tear slowly dropped down your face.

He sighed pulling you up from his waist to his chest before holding you close. “Baby I absolutely adore that your good all the time! How could I not?” He asked rhetorically causing you to let out a tiny sigh of relief.

“But what if you get mad that I don’t want to do it rough when we do it for the first time?” You said sniffling softly.

“I’m not gonna get mad because you have boundaries love. If you don’t want it rough that’s perfectly fine with me.” He reassured you making you whimper at his loving words.

“Promise?” You said as your voice cracked from the unwanted sobs tearing at your throat. Mattheo felt his heart break at your tone.

“𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞”

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little-fairy-forest · 1 year

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I just got to know you recently but I'm really impressed with your posts! May I ask you for a scenario where class 1-A finds out one of her classmates is taking a hero course at UA because she, like, lost a bet with old friends ? (you can say that she is really talented and kind but sometimes a bit apathetic, not interested in being a hero or UA sports so it made Izuku or someone a little curious) ( •̀ ω •́ )y btw, have a nice day !

Class 1A x gn! reader, fluff

Notes: This has been in my drafts for MONTHS... new year new me? doing some spring cleaning if you will ✨

Each person in class 1 A knew y/n was something special. Anyone could see how strong they were even without really trying

Most people in the hero course had a reason to be there. May it be because they want to help others, be the best hero the can be, the money and fame,

To y/n being in the hero course was a way of proving to her old friends that they were capable of anything if they really tried

In your final year of middle school your old friends placed a bet to see if you would be able to get into the U.A hero course since the chances of being excepted were slim to none unless you got in through recommendations

You weren't asked why you wanted to become a hero yet by any of your classmates. That was until one curious green haired boy asked you during lunch one day

"so L/N, why did you want to become a hero?" Midoriya asked straight out as he put a piece of carrot in his mouth

You looked at the boy across from you at the lunch room table as you decided whether or not to tell the truth,

"I lost a bet" you put it simply as you moved the food around in your bowl with your chopsticks, You could feel their curiosity radiating off their bodies

"huh? you lost a bet?" Kaminari asks in a confused tone. Everyone agreed with him by nodding and mumbling with their mouths full of food waiting for you to continue

you sigh realising you would have to explain the whole story. You just wanted to eat your lunch to be honest

"so that's really it I guess, I'm not that fussed about being a big time hero once I get my full licence" you say eating some of your lunch as you fail to see the look of surprise on your classmates faces.

The whole story didn't take long to explain as everyone was listening intensely hanging on to each word you said

"so yer tellin me you didn't come here to be number one?!" Bakugo states angerly at the new found information, pissed at the thought of you not caring to beat him. Well that's how bakugo sees this

"So you are so good at controlling your quirk, you managed to pass and get into class 1-A like a breeze since you didn't have much time to train?" Sero asks to clarify, you nod as he looks back at Kaminari with a shocked face

"I'm glad to see you finding a passion for heroism now L/n!" Iida says cheerfully as you smile back at him

They continue to ask about why your not friends with your old friends anymore, after they hear because you found out they wanted to use you for clout and money once you became a pro, you dropped them.

Nor very god friends if they only wanted you for money and fame..

-> masterlist

#bnha #little fairy forest #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x y/n #bnha headcanons #class 1 a x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha kaminari #sero x you #deku midoriya #bnha shoto todoroki

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bethanydelleman · 6 months

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Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 12

Mrs. Allen, true to her character, says two lines in this chapter and they are both about gowns.

“Go, by all means, my dear; only put on a white gown; Miss Tilney always wears white.”

“My dear, you tumble my gown,” was Mrs. Allen’s reply.

Such a cute line:

This novel is always making me go AWWWWWWWW

Anyway, we begin with Catherine running over to the Tilney's residence to apologize and explain herself. Now during a morning visit, a person can "not be home" even if they are if they don't want to see someone, so when Catherine sees Miss Tilney shortly after she calls, she assumes this is a snub (we later learn it's actually because the General doesn't like being kept waiting).

Catherine knows this is an insult, but she isn't exactly sure what to make of it:

Catherine, in deep mortification, proceeded on her way. She could almost be angry herself at such angry incivility; but she checked the resentful sensation; she remembered her own ignorance. She knew not how such an offence as hers might be classed by the laws of worldly politeness, to what a degree of unforgivingness it might with propriety lead, nor to what rigours of rudeness in return it might justly make her amenable.

Again, we see that unlike Marianne Dashwood, Catherine has a really hard time dwelling in her disappointment, "She was not deceived in her own expectation of pleasure; the comedy so well suspended her care that no one, observing her during the first four acts, would have supposed she had any wretchedness about her."

Now when she sees Henry Tilney and he gives her such a short bow, she thinks he's very angry with her. However, we do know from later in the book that Henry turns into a different person around his father, so that may be some of the explanation for his sour expression. He does, however, come to see Catherine at her box and she immediately explains herself, borrowing an expression from Miss Thorpe, "I had ten thousand times rather have been with you"

We find out that Eleanor Tilney has been in just as much anxiety to explain herself as Catherine has been! Eleanor is clearly shipping Henry and Catherine already (AS SHE SHOULD!).

Then we get into this little bit about Henry Tilney having no right to be angry. I think the point here is that she hasn't made any promises to him really, so he can't be jealous of her time. This is very non-presumptuous, unlike Mr. Elton in Emma, who at the Weston's party tries to assert control over Emma's movements (telling her not to visit Harriet). My point is...

The way Austen has with words is amazing, "He remained with them some time, and was only too agreeable for Catherine to be contented when he went away." So understated but also so cute! This novel is just SO CUTE!

It'd be cuter if stupid John Thorpe wasn't back. Now we know from later that this is a critical moment, John tells the General that Catherine is the wealthy heiress of the Allen's fortune. On this information, General Tilney will instruct his son to "seduce" Miss Morland (to marriage). This also explains the invitation to Northanger.

Now, we know that Henry and Eleanor are confused by their father's interest in Catherine, but I don't think they know exactly how wealthy she is either. Henry does clarify that Catherine has never been abroad when she mentions the countryside of France during their country walk. We can assume that Catherine has been very honest about her family situation. I think John Mullen talks about how Catherine doesn't even seem to really know how wealthy she is. When it comes to reality, a dowry of £3000 isn't the best, it's not bad. (cough cough, did you see how a clergyman with ten children managed to save for dowries MR. BENNET?! cough)

John Thorpe tells an entirely ridiculous story about beating the General at pool (I doubt this happened) and then says again, that General Tilney's "as rich as a Jew", which is apparently his favourite phrase to use with rich people. Then John attempts to flirt with Catherine but she is having none of it, she's only happy that General Tilney likes her.

#northanger abbey readthrough #northanger abbey #john thorpe #general tilney #jane austen #catherine morland

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anthrofreshtodeath · 10 months

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June prompts #8 please and thank you

Last one - let's do it! 8 is "discovering common interests" and this is merely shameless self-indulgence in one of my own pet interests.

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“I don’t mind hangin’ out,” Jane says hoarsely. She stands where she stood when she first opened her arms for Maura, just after Maura had opened the front door, letting Jane in as she cried. “You know I’ll hang out with you forever. But is this… did he do it in here?”

Maura dabs her eyes with a new tissue, pulling her light sweater closer to her body just to replace the feeling of Jane on her. “Do what…?” asks Maura even though she’s hesitant to answer. Jane couldn’t possibly mean…

“The leavin’,” clarifies Jane. She leans one hand on the granite of Maura’s kitchen island and puts the other thumb under her belt, right next to the buckle. She looks around, and zeroes in on another one of Angela’s pathologically labeled cabinets. She pushes away and walks toward the wine fridge. She lets the bottle ping on the counter, and props open the door that says stemware. She pulls out two glasses.

Maura sniffles, small and with a latent hiccup, but she goes to the drawer with the corkscrews and pulls out the one she’d normally use for this full-bodied red. “Yes, to answer your question,” she says. She wonders if Jane knows she’s picked an Italian wine to counter Ian’s quite pedestrian, working-class Californian from yesterday. “He stopped here to say goodbye before his flight.”

Jane knows nothing about wine, but every right decision Jane makes is instinctual. Just like the decision to tug on her tight purple tee. She adjusts it until it spreads just right against her abdomen, long and toned and now visible in outline. “Thought so,” she tells Maura. She pours the wine once Maura opens it, and carries both glasses to the front hallway.

Maura smiles, tired, confused, but happy to simply have Jane around. “He often doesn’t say goodbye at all. Which is why I… why I think I’ll never see him again.” And just like that, the tears return, unshed, but welling.

Jane nods. She provides Maura with some silence - cry if you need to, I’m not here to make you forget. Maura doesn’t crumble, even if she falters a little bit, and Jane nods in the direction of the staircase. “Change of scenery? It’s probably for the best,” she says.

Maura’s eyebrow curls up. “The bedroom?” she asks, intrigued.

Jane blushes. “I’m not that kinda girl, Doctor Isles,” she replies. “At least, not while someone’s just had their heart stomped on. I was thinkin’ the library. There’s a sofa in there.”

Now it is Maura’s turn to blush. “Of course. That actually sounds wonderful,” she says.

Jane waits, as Jane always does, for Maura to walk ahead, so that Jane can watch her back, even in Maura’s own home. Maura looks so diminutive when she shuffles on her bare feet back to the stairs; Jane wants to use her entire body to swallow Maura up again. She settles for pressing her front against Maura’s back when Maura pauses at the first step. It’s dark, but a dim light bleeds down from the second floor at the end of the hall. “What’s up?” Jane breathes, rather than asks, right into the crown of Maura’s hair.

“My… I need to know that you really don’t want to go to the bedroom. Because it isn’t… well. The bed isn’t made,” Maura whispers.

“Climb the stairs, Maura. The books are waiting,” snarks Jane. She hears what Maura isn’t saying, and though it irks her, the implication, she holds one of the glasses of wine by the rim, fingers spread against the lip of it, and puts it in front of Maura’s chest. A gesture of goodwill. Of love.

Maura takes the alcohol and obeys, coordinated enough to sip and climb at the same time. She takes the first left, and finds the light switch from memory. “Do you want a blanket?” she asks Jane.

“Let me handle it,” Jane says. She pulls the biggest blanket from the basket at the end of the sofa, smaller than the one in Maura’s living room, but a fluffier, cozier. She kicks off her boots, sits down, drapes the blanket over her knees, and then holds it open, eyeing Maura over.

Maura sighs. The emotion ripples over her face again, and she begins to cry when she finally collapses against Jane, has Jane wrap an arm around her while she curls close. Only minutes since their last embrace and she is starved for it. She sobs softly, almost silently, when Jane settles into the cushions and lets Maura snake arms around Jane’s torso. “I’m sorry,” Maura hiccups when she can.

“For what? Doesn’t seem like you were the one who did anything wrong,” Jane asserts. She looks ahead, and not at Maura, just to give her a little dignity. Maura thrives on dignity. “Who leaves you?”

“Not you,” Maura says quietly, tucked like a child into Jane’s side. The fit is heavy. It feels good.

Jane is quiet for five long minutes. She sips slowly, occasionally, and eventually, Maura sits back up and joins her, pulling her glass from the small coffee table. They are still snuggled close, but now both upright and drinking. Jane studies the titles across from her along the wall-to-wall bookshelves until she gasps. “No way,” she exclaims softly.

Maura perks up. “What?” she presses.

“Snow - my favorite is the Franklin,” Jane points. She doesn’t get up, because neither of them seem to want that.

“Storms and Shipwrecks of New England?” Maura asks. Her hand goes to the skin of Jane’s chest and she presses as she pulls back to stare with incredulity. “Really?”

“Don’t act so shocked,” Jane grumbles.

“It’s just… you hate going out on boats,” Maura tries to save herself, but her chuckle betrays her. “Edward Rowe Snow - really?”

“When I was a kid, I read that book cover to cover at least ten times,” Jane explains.

Maura’s jaw drops. “Me too,” she confesses. “Of course you would like the story about cannibalism. The saddest was ‘The Wreck of the General Arnold.’”

“Yeah, not great,” Jane says. She pauses, thinking. Then she taps Maura's shoulder. “Let’s go to the Cape this summer.”

“You hate the Cape,” Maura responds. “You hate how crowded it gets.”

“But…. they have that pirate museum for the Whydah in Yarmouth,” Jane says. “I think we’d have fun. And we’ll beat the crowds if we go in the middle of June.”

Maura considers, and then she snuggles back into her previous position. “It would be fun,” she concurs. “Jane?”

“And yeah there was cannibalism, but the moral of the story is never give up - because those two sailors braved the rough seas and even though they perished, the stranded men got saved because of them,” Jane continues on her previous train of thought, voice soft and deep like how it gets just before she sleeps.

“Jane,” Maura tries again, more firmly this time.

“Huh? Yeah,” Jane hears her, takes another sip of wine.

“You won’t leave me, right? You’re here to stay?” Maura asks.

Jane shakes her head. “You remember when we took out Marino-”

“When you took out Marino.”

“When we took out Marino, and I was layin’ there, guts, uh, guts spillin’ out?”

“God,” Maura starts to cry again, “how could I forget? Why would you bring that up?”

“Because you put ‘em back in. You didn’t leave. You braved rough seas, had me all over your hands. And that had to be some of the scariest shit you’d ever seen,” Jane says. She takes confidence in this truth. For all the genocide and war Maura has seen, the malaria and the trauma, holding Jane’s insides to keep them from coming outside? Maura hasn’t ever been the same. Not worse, not smaller, but changed. “But you stayed. So you can trust that I’m gonna stay, too. To the bitter end. But not just then, you know? During all the good parts, too. Like the Whydah museum parts. And like the ‘when I eventually say yeah let’s go to the bedroom’ parts.”

“Do you… do you think you’ll say that?” Maura blinks, forces Jane to look at her.

Jane furrows her brow, purses her lips. But then she says, “I think it’s gonna need a deep clean first.”

Maura knows this means more than the words Jane has used, that the sentiment runs deeper, but she can’t help it. “I’ll get Anita here on Monday,” she promises with a deadpan.

Jane cracks a smirk. “Might need CSRU instead,” she jokes. “Take it easy tonight, though, yeah? Nice and slow. Why don’t I grab ol’ Snow off the shelf and read us a few chapters? We can do some of my favorites and some of yours.”

“That… sounds wonderful,” Maura breathes for the second time tonight. “You got it,” says Jane, getting up and crossing over to the array of titles across from them. They’re definitely reading about the Franklin first.

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #and that's a wrap for june's prompts #I really should get started on a real story now #also playing within the canon of this episode never gets old #you could go raunchy fluffy angsty #and it all fits #might go rewatch actually

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study-coffee-chicago · 1 year

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Holiday Away (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I figured I'd write a festive imagine! Don't forget to vote and comment!

Enjoy!

"Hey! The Halsteads are here!" Hermann exclaimed as you, Jay, and Hailey walked into Molly's.

"Three-fourths of us," you answered. "Will's at work."

"He'll be here later though, Hermann. Don't you worry," Jay reassured him.

"Good," Cindy said. "We have more than enough food.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, meaning the rest of 51. You knew that everyone's schedule always got screwed up during the holidays, so some people on their normal shift got stuck working a different one.

"Pretty sure Stella and Kelly picked up a bit of overtime, so they should be here soon. I don't know when all the rest of them will be here," Herrmann answered.

"Well, I went out with Gallo, Violet, and Ritter last night and Gallo and Ritter were three sheets to the wind when we left, so they're probably sleeping off hangovers," you said.

At this, Jay's eyes widened. "You didn't tell me that. Did they get home okay? I told you to call me or Will if you needed a ride home."

"Violet said she'd get them back to her apartment at least. And, she texted me when she was back, so don't worry. Jeez, have a little faith in me, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes.

"Guys, we can continue this conversation when we have some food," Hailey said.

Jay nodded. "Good point."

The three of you grabbed Thanksgiving food with all the fixings from the bar and sat down.

The minute you sat down, in waltzed Adam, Kim, and Makayla followed by Kevin and... you gasped.

"Vanessa?!" you exclaimed and jumped up.

"Looks like they pulled it off," Kevin said as you ran up to her and gave her a hug.

You pulled away and gave a confused look to Kevin. "Pulled what off?"

"We all knew for months that she was coming home for Thanksgiving, but we decided to surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised!"

"Alright, grab some food and then you can catch up!" Hermann yelled. "Cindy will murder me if all this food she and her book club made goes to waste!"

"Christopher!" Cindy yelled.

Hermann shrugged. "What? It's true."

You all laughed and then let the rest of Intelligence fill their plates while you helped Jay push together a table so that you could all sit together.

When Vanessa sat down, you decided it was time that you broke out your Spanish...despite how rusty it was from two years of online Spanish classes plus your current gap year between undergrad and grad school.

***

Half an hour later, Kelly and Stella walked in. And then, fifteen minutes after them, came Gallo, Violet, and Ritter.

"Hey!" Stella yelled. "If anyone wants drinks, c'mon up to the bar!"

"They ain't free, though!" Hermann yelled again. Cindy gave him a side-eye. "Fine. Fifty percent off, but only because it's a holiday. And, Lee Henry will be here with the other kids soon, so if he wants a drink, don't give it to him! He's still a few months away from the legal drinking age."

A few of the first responders laughed and then you waited for a few people to get up and go to the bar and then you went up.

When you ordered your drink from Stella, you had to yell over how loud it was starting to get. Some of the doctors and nurses from Med had just walked in, so there were even more people here. You couldn't believe it had only been you, Hailey, and Jay just a little over an hour ago.

"Hey, Y/N," Stella greeted. "What can I get for you?"

"Something fruity and a bit strong," you said.

Stella raised her eyebrows and she shared a look with Kelly who was sitting at the bar right next to you.

"Everything okay?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you answered. "Just started to get a bit crowded in here and I know my social meter will go down in about an hour."

"Your what?" he asked.

"I won't feel like being around people in an hour," you clarified.

"Fair enough," he said.

Then, Violet came and stood next to you. "Hey, Y/N. You hungover at all from last night?"

You shook your head. "I only had two drinks last night, remember? And they were super spaced out. You have any trouble getting Gallo and Ritter back to your place?"

"The hardest part was getting Gallo in and out of the car and up the stairs. Luckily Ritter wasn't as drunk as Gallo so he helped me with that part."

"Good. He drinking anything tonight?"

Violet smiled. "Well, he said no more drinking last night, but in about hour he'll probably break that. But, Ritter promised he'd only have two drinks tonight so I don't have to deal with both of them like I did last night."

"Well, that's good."

Then, Stella came out with your drink and you handed her some money. When you got back to your table, Makayla asked if you'd play her in Trivia Crack, to which you happily obliged.

***

You had been here for a little over three and a half hours and to say it was loud would be an understatement. Stella and Kelly were here, and so was Gallo since they didn't have close family to go to. Violet and Ritter had left a while ago to go spend some time with their families and Adam, Kim, and Makayla had left so that they could break into the pie that Makayla and Kim had made last night and Adam promised that they'd decorate for Christmas tonight, too. Will was here and since he had to drive himself home, he was capping himself at two drinks, so he wasn't as loud as Jay was because he was officially three sheets to the wind as of two drinks ago (Hailey had officially cut him off and Stella would now be serving him soda water with a splash of alcohol on the straw so that he assumed the drink was alcoholic). And there were lots of first responders who you hadn't met who were on shift and just stopped by for a Thanksgiving meal because they weren't able to spend the day with their families since they were working.

Unbeknownst to you, Hailey had had many a panic attack in her life and had been watching your body language. She had noticed how your brow was slightly furrowed all the time and how your eyes seemed to be hyper-focused on your drink in front of you and how your foot was bouncing on the leg of the chair.

"Can we go home soon?" you asked.

"I just got here," Will said. Then he caught your gaze. He too noticed your face. "Okay, how about we leave in an hour?"

An hour. You could do that.

"Okay. An hour. Yeah, that works," you agreed.

***

At least, you thought you could do an hour. Everything was normal and then you had to use the bathroom. You didn't go in there to avoid people, but to actually use the bathroom. But, when you were walking to the bathroom, you finally grasped how many people were there when you had to squeeze past people and were constantly saying excuse me and sorry.

There were too many people here and they were judging you. They were looking at you, talking about you.

You finally made it into the bathroom and, by some miracle, it was empty. You stood at the mirror and gripped the sink as hard as you possibly could because you needed to get out of here and you needed to do it now.

You couldn't go back through the crowd, but you didn't have your phone to text Hailey. It was still back at the table.

You still needed to pee though, so you made your way into a stall and you tried to focus on your breathing.

Was it getting faster? Shallower? Or was that all in your head?

Fuck, you didn't know anymore. You didn't know anything. You didn't know why you were feeling this way and why you always dreaded having to be around people and why you hated the holidays, but it happened and it always happened. And every year, you forgot how bad it was and then you agreed to do things and then Thanksgiving rolled around and you knew you were in a hellish month and a half of having to do too many things and see too many people and wear too much makeup and—

Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

It was happening.

You weren't to the point of hyperventilating, but you knew that in about a minute your breath would be coming out in gulps.

You grabbed your left wrist with your right hand and dug your nails in as hard as you could. You hissed at the pain, but it gave you something else to focus on. You needed to get out of here and into Jay or Will's car before you became the talk of everyone's next shift.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

Shit. Stella.

"It- It- I'm fine," you said. But, even you wouldn't believe that statement.

"Doesn't sound like it. Are you sick? Do you want me to get Hailey? Or Will or Jay?" She asked.

"H- Hailey. Get Hailey."

"Okay. I'll be right back. Just, stay here."

Then, you heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing.

Oh, no. Stella knows. Now people are gonna know you can't even handle seeing people for dinner and what if they tell people? What if they check you into the hospital for a psych eval? It wouldn't be crazy since you were around doctors and nurses. Or worse, what if Jay, Hailey, and Will didn't want to deal with you since you ruined Thanksgiving and they put you on a 72- hour psych hold? What if they—

"Y/N, hey, it's Hailey," Hailey said gently. "Stella's outside the bathroom. She's just telling people that there's an issue with a toilet so they don't come in." She paused and you looked down and saw that her feet were right outside your stall door. "Can you open the door?"

Slowly, you opened the door.

Hailey's eyes wandered down to your left wrist, which she saw was scratched up and she made a mental note to make sure it got cleaned when you got home. But, she knew that the important thing to focus on right now was your breathing.

"Y/N, I know these suck, okay? But, I'm gonna have you squeeze my hand and just focus on my breathing, okay?"

You nodded. "Sit- Sit down?" you asked.

"Sure, we can sit down."

You moved about ten feet and then slumped against the bathroom wall next to Hailey. She knew the floor was probably filthy, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making sure you, her little sister-in-law, was okay.

It took multiple tries and squeezing Hailey's hand as hard as you possibly could, but you eventually got your breathing back to normal.

Hailey wrapped an arm around your and pulled you into her as you finally began to cry.

"It's okay," she said gently. "It's okay."

You just continued to cry.

You had ruined Thanksgiving.

"Do you wanna go home?" You nodded. "Do you want me to have Stella take you out the back way and then Will can meet you there? I would take you, but Jay's drunk and he'll be more likely to listen to me than to Will when I tell him we need to leave later." A ghost of a smile appeared on your lips as you nodded. "There's that Halstead smile. Now, I'm gonna go get Stella and then have her stay in here with you and I'll talk to Will, okay?"

You nodded one more time and she squeezed your hand once more and then stood up and left the bathroom.

Not fifteen seconds later, Stella walked in, taking Hailey's place.

"C'mere," Stella said and held her arms out.

You stood up and hugged her as the last of your tears trickled down your cheeks.

"Let's get you outta here, kid," Stella said and quickly got you out of the bathroom and thorough a door marked employees only which was a door five feet to the left of the women's bathrooms. Then, you and she weaved your way through the many boxes in the back until you finally made it to the back exit.

When you got out, you were met with the smiling face of your oldest brother.

"Hailey said it would probably be best if I took you home and I think I agree. I don't need a shiner from having Jay punch me when I'm trying to shove his drunk ass in my car."

Will expected a laugh from you, but when nothing came, he just thanked Stella and led you to his car...which was parked half a block away.

"What do you say I stop at the gas station and grab us each a pint of ice cream, hmm?" Will asked when he started driving.

"We already had pie," you answered, your voice monotone.

"It's Thanksgiving. No one's counting. And, I think we should."

You shrugged. "Okay."

"And Jay doesn't get any because he'll just puke it up anyway."

"Get some for Hailey, too," you reminded him quietly.

Will smiled. He was just happy you were saying something instead of just answering questions.

"Do you know her favorite flavor?" he asked.

"Strawberry," you answered. "But, I think she only says that one's her favorite because Jay doesn't like it so he won't steal it."

Will laughed at that. "Okay, one pint of strawberry ice cream for Hailey, one pint of cookies n crème for you, and one pint of whatever looks good for me."

***

"Not so fast, missy," Will said after you walked in the door, grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, and made a beeline for your room. You turned to face him. "Gotta clean up your wrist first."

"How'd you know about that?" you asked. "And, they're barely even there. It's fine, Will."

"Hailey texted me about it while I was in getting ice cream and you were in the car. And, I don't care if they aren't deep. I'm cleaning them. Simple as that."

You knew there was no point in arguing with him and all you wanted to do was go to sleep after you ate your ice cream.

"Fine," you agreed and then put your ice cream on the counter and made your way to the bathroom.

You pushed yourself up onto the counter while Will busied himself grabbing supplies from the first aid kit.

"Jay really keeps this thing stocked, doesn't he?" Will commented.

"Him and Hailey are cops," was all you said to that.

Will just nodded, sensing you didn't want to talk that much, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't try like hell to get you to talk about what happened. After all, as the oldest, wasn't it his job to get to the bottom of it?

"Hand please," Will said after he got the alcohol wipes and bandaids out. You obeyed and held out your left hand, palm up. Will quickly inspected it. And, you weren't lying when you said the scratches were just superficial. "They're not deep at all."

"Told you," you mumbled.

Will busied himself with washing his hands and then opening the packet of alcohol wipes, hoping you'd say something. You didn't.

"This is gonna sting," He told you, and you bit your cheek as he wiped down your wrist. Then, he waited for it to dry and put a bandaid on it. "There. All better."

You got off the counter. "Can I have my ice cream now?"

Will knew bribery wasn't a good way to get someone to open up and though he would never use it on a real patient, you were his little sister, and therefore, that rule didn't apply to you.

"Depends," he began, "You gonna tell me what happened back at Molly's?"

"Nothing really happened," you told him. Because it was true. Nothing technically happened; your nervous system just decided to screw you over.

"People just don't have panic attacks for no reason, Y/N." He wasn't saying this in a rude way but in a caring way.

You sighed. "Jay's stubbornness is rubbing off on you."

"Good."

"Fine. There were too many people. I'm gonna go eat my ice cream now... in my room... alone."

"Just remember to throw it away when you're done," Will reminded you because he knew that was all he was going to get out of you right now. "Don't need an ant infestation in your bedroom."

You just nodded and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed your spoon and your pint of ice cream from where you had left them.

When you got into your room, you changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and then sat on your bed and opened your ice cream.

Then, you popped in your headphones and opened an audiobook on your phone, so that you had something else to listen to instead of your own thoughts, and started eating your ice cream.

Half an hour later, you had thrown away your empty pint of ice cream and laid in bed, ready for sleep to finally overtake you.

But, all you could think about was how you had ruined Thanksgiving and how you still had to somehow make it through Christmas and New Year's with all those people and parties without this happening.

Eventually, you cried yourself to sleep.

***

"How's the headache?" Will asked Jay the next morning.

"Will? What? I know you have a key, but—"

"I asked him to stay," Hailey said, walking out of the kitchen holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Jay and left her cup of coffee on the table. Then, she pulled a bottle of Advil from her hoodie pocket and handed it to Jay. "Take 'em, mister."

"I will," Jay answered. "But, why'd have Will stay?"

"Well, between you being drunk off your ass and Y/N having a rough night, I can only deal with one thing at a time. He's here in case you were still drunk and Y/N had another panic attack."

"I'm gonna be honest here," Jay began, "I only vaguely remember last night."

Will and Hailey quickly filled him in, even though he remembered most of the night up to when you had to go home.

"So, did she talk to you?" Jay asked after he downed the pills and took a sip of his coffee.

"If you mean did she tell me anything useful, not really. She just said that there's too many people."

Hailey nodded. "That can happen. Overstimulation and stuff like that."

"Maybe I can get through to her," Jay suggested. "Sometimes I get that way with fireworks."

"That's a trigger, Jay," Hailey stated. "Not the same thing." She paused. "Or it could just be everything piling on together."

All of a sudden, something clicked in Will's head. He remembered working a case a couple years back where a woman came in and had chest pain. As it turned out, she was just having a panic attack. After speaking with Dr. Charles, they learned that the cause of it was the holidays on top of everything else happening in her life.

"Maybe it's all the people she has to see between now and New Years," Will suggested. "We had a patient come into the ED because of that once, thought the panic attack was a heart attack, happens more often than you'd think."

"Well, we can't force it out of her..." Hailey trailed off.

"True," Will agreed. "But I can phrase it as a yes or no question."

"And if it is, then what do we do?" Jay asked. "No Christmas parties? Just do Christmas with us four this year? Stay in on New Years?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there. But, start thinking of ideas just in case."

***

"Hey," Hailey said gently when she heard movement in the kitchen from her place on the couch next to Jay. She had been reading while Jay had been watching football highlights from the many games that happened yesterday. She nudged Jay and he turned his head to look at you. "You want some breakfast? Or, more like lunch now, I guess."

"I got it," you said. You knew if you talked any louder that you'd start crying, so you quickly made your way to a cabinet and took out a bowl and then a mug so that you could focus on making your breakfast.

You hadn't even had time to spoon yogurt into your bowl before Jay was up and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, talk to me, kiddo."

At that, you finally broke. You cried like you had last night. Except, this time, Jay wrapped his arms around you in his overprotective-big-brother way that always took away your bad dreams and worries when you were a kid.

"Let us in, Y/N," Jay whispered. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to r- ruin Thanksgiving!"

"Oh, no," Hailey said as she made her way over to you, holding a cold glass of water for you to drink when you could. "You didn't ruin in."

"I did! I'm sorry!"

Jay pulled away from you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, look at me." You looked up at him. "You didn't ruin anything. And, even if you did, I didn't remember the second half of last night anyway."

The last part almost got a smile out of you. Almost.

"Do you know why any of this happened?" Jay asked.

Hailey sighed. Her husband obviously still didn't understand regular anxiety as she did. So, she decided it was time for her to step in. "What he's trying to say is, what was happening before you ran into the bathroom? What was the last thing you were thinking? Because sometimes it's not one specific thing that you can easily identify."

You looked down and thought for a beat.

"I was thinking that there were a lot of people."

"Okay, good. That's really good, Y/N."

And, I know that there's a lot of people we have to see and parties we have to go to for Christmas and New Years and- and I didn't want to tell you I don't want to go because you guys might think I'm stupid—"

"Whoa, hey," Jay said quickly, effectively cutting you off. "We'd never think you're stupid."

You wiped your nose as it started to run.

"You should. I think I'm—"

"Nope, none of that," Jay cut you off again. "How about you eat and then go take a shower and then we can watch movies all day? Because Lord knows this hangover's kicking my ass."

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

Then, you took the glass of water from Hailey and chugged it before going to take a hot shower to wash away your multiple breakdowns from the past twelve hours.

***

"Hey, you—"

"I got something," Jay told Will over the phone as soon as he heard the water running. "And, as much as it pains me to say it, you were right, about the holiday anxiety thing."

"She told you that?"

"I don't know if she meant to say it or it just tumbled out, but yeah."

"So, what do we do?" Will asked.

"How much time off do you have saved up?"

Will sighed. "Jay, what are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything. This just popped into my head, I swear. So, how much time off?"

"Enough. Now, what were you thinking?"

"What if we go up to the cabin, say on the 19th? We can spend Christmas and New Years up there. I'll ask Voight for furlough later and get back to you. I don't think it'll be an issue, though."

Will sighed. "Listen, that's two and a half weeks. I have enough, but everyone wants off for the holidays. But, if I can't swing it, you just bring Y/N up there and have Christmas without me."

"Will—"

"No, I'm serious. I'll be fine. I'm more worried about her." He paused. "Wait, how's she getting time off?"

"I'm gonna talk to her about going tonight so that she can request time off when she goes into work. It's easier for her to get off than it is for us, anyway."

"Yeah. Well, let me know. And, I'll talk to Goodwin tomorrow. Y/N's doing better then?"

"A bit. She was still upset, but then me and Hailey talked to her. She's showering now and then we'll see how she is."

"Okay, keep me updated."

"Will do. Let me know if you get the time off."

***

3 weeks later

"Why are we leaving so early?" you complained when you and Jay were carrying things out to his truck.

"Because we have to pick Will's sorry ass up. And, if you don't complain anymore, we'll stop for breakfast on our way to pick him up."

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're not lying to me?"

Jay shook his head. "Nope. Now, how about you jump in the trunk and I'll hand you everything?"

"We're covering this stuff with a tarp, right?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah," Jay agreed.

It was snowing a little bit right now, so you knew as you drove north, that the snow would only get heavier.

"Good." You looked at the boxes sitting on top of Jay's suitcase, duffle, and toolbox. "Are any of these presents?"

Jay handed you your suitcase and your set it down in the bed of the truck. "No snooping. Some you will get tonight, though."

"Tonight? Really?" you asked excitedly.

"Just a couple little things from me and Will."

"You wanna give me a hint?"

"Hmmmm, how about no?"

"How about yes?"

"No."

"Fine."

Ten minutes later, the truck was packed and you were doing one last double-check through the house while Jay said goodbye to Hailey. Voight said he needed at least one detective in Intelligence for the next few days, so Hailey was gonna fly out early in four days—on December 23–and then Jay would go and pick her up while you and Will stayed at the cabin and then she'd stay up there through New Years and ride home with the three of you.

Now it was time to grab breakfast, pick up Will, and then it was off to Wisconsin.

***

You thought that you were dying. Actually, maybe that was a little too dramatic. You just wanted to jump into an ice-cold lake. Maybe that would make your headache, dizziness, and nausea stop.

You leaned your head against the window. You had taken Dramamine fifteen minutes ago when you three had stopped at a gas station to grab drinks and go to the bathroom, but it wasn't kicking in yet.

"Will," you groaned.

"You okay back there, Short Stack?" he asked and turned around.

"No. How long does this take to work?"

Will studied your face. "You look a little pale." He turned back to face forward. "Jay, take that exit up there and pull into the first parking lot. Y/N looks like she's gonna throw up."

Jay glanced in the rearview mirror. "I'll turn down the heat," he said and fiddled with the dial. "Five minutes, kiddo. Hold on for five minutes."

"It takes about thirty minutes to an hour to kick in, so when we find somewhere to stop, we'll stop for about twenty minutes, and then you should be good. Just close your eyes."

"Okay," you mumbled.

Will said something to Jay, but you didn't catch it.

"Yeah, I'll get it out when we stop."

"Okay, good," Will said.

You didn't know what they were talking about, but frankly, you didn't care. You just wanted the spinning to stop.

Five minutes later, Jay pulled into the first parking lot he saw, which happened to be one for a church. And there was no one in the parking lot other than you, which you were grateful for because you really didn't need other people seeing we you throw up the breakfast that you had eaten earlier.

The minute Jay put the truck in park, you were out of the truck and doubled over.

You heard a door slam and then Will was right next to you.

You dry heaved a couple of times.

"Ugh," you groaned. "I just wanna puke so that it'll stop, but nothing's coming out!"

"I know, I know," Will said. "But sometimes that's all it is."

You groaned again. "I wanna sit down, but I don't wanna sit in the truck because it's too hot."

Will looked around and he saw the church entrance covered by an awning, keeping the area below it free from snow. "How about we walk over to the doors and you can sit under the awning? How's that sound?" You nodded and started walking towards it with Will staying close to you in case you got dizzy or something like that. "Jay's grabbing you some Benadryl from the first aid kit and some water. Hopefully, that'll help."

"Yeah, because I'll be asleep until we get to the cabin," you said as you slumped against the building.

"Exactly."

Will was squatting in front of you, but you needed him to sit down next to you.

"Sit down," you ordered.

"Why?" Will asked, a smile appearing on his face. "So you can use me as a pillow?"

"Yes."

"Fine." He reluctantly agreed and slumped down against the building and you quickly leaned against him and closed your eyes. "Better?"

"Hmm, much."

You heard quick footsteps approaching and opened your eyes.

"Here," Jays said and squatted in front of you two and held out a pill and a bottle of water. "Take this. And then I gotta get a picture of you two to send to Hailey. You two are adorable."

You took the pill and water from Jay and glared at him playfully.

"Yeah, yeah," Will said. "Laugh it up, Jay. But, your ass is sitting in the back because I'm driving now and Y/N needs the front seat so she doesn't puke."

Fifteen minutes later, your Dramamine had finally kicked in and you were back on the road, this time with Will driving, you in the front seat, and Jay stuck in the back.

***

"Perfect. Got it," you heard Jay say as you were just starting to wake up.

You blinked and opened your eyes to see that you were exiting the highway and then you turned to see Jay throwing himself back into the seat where he had been sitting. That got your attention.

"What happened? What were you doing?" you asked and shot up in your seat. Your question was answered by Jay just smiling at you sheepishly and pressing a few buttons on his phone.

A notification popped up on both your and Will's phone.

"Check your phone," Jay told you.

You glared at him and reached for your phone.

It was a notification in the group chat between you, your brothers, and Hailey, which you had named Halsteads x4.

There in the chat was a picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open and a spot of drool on the front of your hoodie.

You looked between Jay and Will twice and then looked down at your hoodie.

Yup.

The drool was still there.

You wiped at your face just in case there were drool marks near your mouth that the camera didn't pick up.

"That picture doesn't go anywhere except that chat. You hear me?" you ordered.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it," Jay said.

"Yeah, me too," Will agreed.

"You two are assholes."

Will laughed. "Love you, too."

Then, another notification popped up in the same group chat. It was from Hailey.

Awww, she drools almost as much as you, Jay.

"Ha! Shots fired!" you yelled. "I am so glad you married Hailey."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Jay said sarcastically. "Just park up there," he told Will.

"What are we doing?" you asked.

"We're switching drivers," Jay answered. "I can maneuver this truck on the backroads better than Will. We don't need to run head first into a tree tonight."

"I drive fine, thank you very much," Will argued.

"You almost gave me a heart attack when you slammed on the brakes. Twice! I'm surprised you didn't wake Y/N up!"

"Well, I'm not getting out of the front seat, so you get to sit in the back, Will."

"You are so lucky you're the youngest," was all Will said to that.

***

"So, which one of you is checking for mice?" you asked when Jay put his truck in park in front of the cabin.

"I sprayed that place with rodent repellant and set so many mouse traps before we left in July, you'll be fine," Jay told you.

"No!" you yelled immediately. "You have to go check. I'm not gonna be screaming for one of you to come downstairs in the middle of the night to come catch a mouse for me!"

"Just go check, Jay," Will agreed.

"And you're not coming because...?" Jay asked.

"I'm the one who gets to tell you if your mouse bite is infected if you get bitten. And, you have a gun, I don't."

Jay sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Yes, because if a mouse runs in front of me, I'm gonna shoot it, which is gonna put a hole in the floor. Think, Will!"

"I do more thinking at my job than you do!" Will argued.

You leaned your head against the passenger seat.

Hailey will be here in four days...Hailey will be here in four days..., you kept repeating to yourself.

"Just make sure there's no mice, please. You both do lots of thinking at your jobs. Just, go check the cabin, Jay."

You swore you heard him say that he hated being the middle child when he got out of the truck.

***

Half an hour later, you and Will finally entered the cabin. Jay had confirmed that there were no mice and he hadn't seen one...except for the one in the oven that he burnt to a crisp and then took care of it and put the oven on the self-clean cycle while he searched the rest of the cabin. And, if he did see any more mice while he was searching the rest of the cabin and had to get rid of them, well, he made sure not to tell you that because he wanted you to be able to sleep tonight.

"I get Mom and Dad's room, right?" you asked.

"Yeah," Jay confirmed. "Until Hailey gets here. Then you switch with me and get the loft."

"I should get to share a room with Hailey and you and Will should just stay upstairs," you said.

"I'd like to sleep with my wife, thank you very much." You burst out laughing and Will almost dropped the box he was carrying. "Not like that! Jesus Christ!" Jay tried to walk it back, but it was too late.

"As long as we don't hear any noises, feel free," Will joked with a shit-eating grin on his face. This, in turn, earned him a punch in the arm from Jay.

"I don't need to think about that, you nasties!" you yelled. "La, la, la, la, la, la!" you yelled as you made your way to your room to put down your suitcase and duffle.

Ten minutes later, you had everything inside and had just finished putting fresh sheets and blankets on your bed.

You walked out of the room and asked about the thing you wanted to do the most since you learned about it this morning.

"Can I open my presents now? Please?" you asked.

Jay and Will laughed. "It's like you're five," Will commented.

"At least I don't snoop for my presents. Jay," you said and turned and glared at him.

"That made me into the detective I am today."

"Oh, bullshit!" Will yelled. "But, yes, you can open your presents."

Jay walked upstairs to the loft and came down with two bags.

"Merry early Christmas, kiddo."

You took the bags from him and quickly opened the bigger one first.

Inside, were two Christmas sweaters. One was gray and had a pug wrapped in Christmas lights on it and the other was green and said Fleece Navidad and had a sheep with a Santa hat on it.

"They're so cute!" you exclaimed.

"We figured you needed something festive," Will said. "And, me, Jay, and Hailey all have the dog one so we can match."

"That part was Hailey's idea," Jay chimed in. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jay quickly cut you off. "And she's bringing them up with her. Our's are not here."

You gave him a fake pout, causing both he and Will to laugh. Then, you moved on to the next bag.

"A face mask...body scrub...shower fizzers...fuzzy sloth slippers...nail polish," you said as you took items out of the bag.

"Hailey had the idea for a little self-care kit for you," Jay explained. "So, most of this stuff was her idea."

"Um, I found the slippers, thank you very much," Will said.

You laughed. "Thanks, you guys. I love it."

"I vote hot chocolate and at least the first two Home Alone movies," Jay suggested. "Everyone good with that?"

"As long as you spike the hot chocolate with Bailey's," Will said.

"I second that!" you agreed.

Jay rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll spike the hot chocolate."

***

"Wake up. Y/N, wake up," you heard Will say as he began to gently shake your shoulder.

You rolled over and opened your eyes. "Hmmm. We're on vacation. Let me sleep."

"It's 2:00. You've slept like fourteen hours."

That got you up.

"What? How?"

"Well, you fell asleep on the couch last night—"

"I know that. I mean how did I sleep that long without waking up once?"

"You were tired. Now, get up and get ready. We're cutting down our Christmas tree."

"What? I thought there was a dinky fake one that mom and dad left in the attic from when you and Jay were little."

"Yeah, but we thought it would be more fun if we cut down a tree. It's cold out, so wear layers. And before you ask, yes, coffee is already made."

"Okay, I'll get ready. Hopefully, Jay doesn't hurt himself with the chainsaw."

"Better him than me."

"Will!"

He put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "What?" Will laughed. "It's true!"

You chucked a pillow at him. "Now get outta here so I can change."

***

"Wait!" you yelled as Jay turned on the chainsaw after the three of you picked out a tree.

"What? What's wrong?" Jay asked as he quickly turned off the chainsaw.

"I need you to pick up the axe."

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Will parroted.

"Just humor me and pose like you're gonna chop down the tree. Or whack it once. I don't care."

"Why?" Jay asked again.

"For an Instagram post."

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"

"No."

He sighed. "Fine."

You took out your phone and filmed Jay taking a whack at the tree with the axe.

Then, you pocketed your phone and walked closer to Will. "We don't have a lumberjack, we have a lumber Jay."

Will smiled and shook his head. "That's what you're gonna caption it, aren't you."

"Yup. Shocked you know what that is."

"Oh, Jay's gonna love that. And, I am not that old."

"I'd beg to differ."

"Can I use the chainsaw now?" Jay yelled.

"You're good!" you yelled.

"Will, get over here and direct me!"

Will walked over and you trailed behind him—at a safe distance—to watch this.

"Why am I directing you and not Y/N?" Will asked.

"You know how she is with directions. You're helping me shove this thing into the truck so I can back it up to the door of the house so we can get it inside, too."

"I have very valuable hands!"

"There's extra gloves. Now, c'mon! We're burning daylight here!"

You laughed. "Okay, now you are both officially old!"

***

Later that night after getting the tree inside and decorating it, Jay and Will were both immersed in their card game upstairs on the floor of the loft. They tried to convince you to come play with them, but they were playing Euchre and you had no idea to how to play, and to be honest, you had no desire to learn how to play.

So, you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to Jay's truck and try and find the wifi password for it.

You grabbed Jay's keys off the hook by the door and then quietly opened the door and went outside.

You thought the smartest thing to do would be to open the driver's side door with the key instead of hitting the buttons.

You did this and then got in the driver's seat and looked for the wifi network.

Nothing.

You reloaded your settings and even turned your phone off and on again, but still nothing.

You turned the key in the truck and the engine quickly revved to life.

But, this alerted your brothers and they came running outside before you could even attempt to put the password in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jay yelled as he yanked open the door. "Get out! Now."

"Jay, relax," Will told him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Y/N has a perfectly fine explanation for this." He locked eyes with you. "Don't you, Y/N?"

"I wanted the wifi."

"For?" Jay probed and raised an eyebrow.

"To watch the Hawks game."

"To watch—" Jay looked down and shook his head and started laughing. "You wanted my truck's wifi to watch the Hawks game?"

"Yeah," you answered quietly. Even though you were 22, Jay could still easily change into the scary detective in front of you in a heartbeat.

"Why didn't you just come tell me?" he asked.

"Because I thought you'd say no."

"And you're right."

"Jay! Why would you—" Will started, but Jay quickly cut him off.

"Right that I won't let you connect to it. But, I'll pull the truck around closer to the cabin, put it in auxiliary, and then you can watch the game on my laptop. That sound okay?"

"Yes!" You jumped out of the truck so that Jay could get in and move it.

At the end of the night, the three of you were all exhausted from cutting down the tree and the game was high scoring and went into a shootout that Jay almost forgot to go back outside and turn off his truck.

***

The next day was a very relaxing day. You used all your self-care stuff and read a book and drank warm wine throughout the day while Jay and Will spent time in the barn doing who knows what.

The next day was spent similarly, except for the fact that it was mostly Jay who was holed up in the barn all day while you convinced Will to make cookies and watch all of the Santa Claus movies with you.

Will periodically went out to the barn to help Jay, and even though you wanted to go in, every time you tried to, you were stopped by either Jay or Will—one time Jay had to actually carry you back inside the cabin—and they wouldn't tell you a single thing about that they were doing in there.

Now it was finally the 23rd and Hailey was going to be here soon. Jay had to wake up early to get to the airport to pick her up, but he had promised that he'd bring breakfast back for you and Will, mainly because Will couldn't cook and you hated cooking things for multiple people (you always made either too little or too much).

***

Once Jay got back with Hailey and the four of you ate breakfast, you quickly led Hailey into your room.

"What's the rush?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

"I need help wrapping Will and Jay's gifts and I need to do it before they make me go upstairs because Jay snoops and there's a lock on this door."

"Ohhh. I got it."

"Also, did Jay tell you what the two of them were doing in the garage? They've been holed up in there for two days and when I try to go in, they stop me."

Hailey shook her head. "Jay didn't mention that."

You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you just saying that because he told you to say that or because you actually don't know?"

Hailey laughed. "I really don't know, Y/N. You look like Jay when you do that, though. He does that a lot in interrogations."

You quickly uncrossed your arms. "Please never say I look like him again."

Hailey shook her head. "Okay. Now, what are we wrapping?"

***

"You wake 'em up," you hissed at Will on Christmas morning.

"No, you," Will argued back.

"You've seen the body parts! I don't need to see a penis on Christmas!"

"Well, I don't need to see my brother's penis or my sister-in-law's boobs. Seeing a patient's for medical purposes is different."

"You're older!"

"That's seriously the best argument you could come up with?"

"Yes, now—"

"You know we can hear you, right?" Jay yelled from the living area below you. "Me and Hailey have been up for an hour."

"Oh, well this is awkward," you said quietly so that only Will could hear you.

"We're coming down now, Jay!" Will yelled down and then proceeded to get out of bed and walk downstairs.

When Will was downstairs, you made your way over to the closet and changed your shirt into the sweater with a pug with Christmas lights on it. Then, you grabbed Will's from the dresser and headed downstairs.

"You forgot this," you told Will.

You had suggested that all four of you wear your matching Christmas sweaters today and Hailey enthusiastically agreed. After that, Jay texted you that this would be Hailey's first Christmas where she's not alone or with her family and he wanted to make it as special as possible. And, it would be the first one where they were actually married.

Will quickly put on the sweater and Jay threw a Santa hat to you.

"You're Santa this year, kiddo," he told you, which meant that you would be the one passing out the presents.

"Ho, ho, ho," you said and placed it on your head.

Then, you grabbed your present to Jay and Hailey to give to them.

***

Half an hour later all the gifts were open and you thought you had done a pretty good job with your gift-giving this year. You had given Hailey and Jay a set of brand-new pots and pans since they were always complaining about the ones they had. And then, you added something small for each of them such as a pack of fancy face masks and tea for Hailey and a six-pack of beer from around the world for Jay. For Will, you had gotten him a customized stethoscope with the Blackhawks logo and their colors inscribed with his name. You reassured him that Maggie had helped you order so it was up to doctors' and nurses' standards.

"We have one more gift for you and Hailey," Jay said.

You looked around. "Where?"

"Grab your shoes and come out to the garage."

As the four of you walked out to the garage in the cold weather and through a dusting of snow on the ground, you asked Hailey if she knew what was going on.

She said she had no idea.

"Merry Christmas," Jay said with a huge smile on his face as he opened the garage.

Sitting in the center of the garage was what looked like a homemade hockey net, made out of what looked to be wood and painted red and black for the Blackhawks and then rope tied in small knots between the posts as the net. There were two hockey sticks and when you looked closer you saw that one said your first initial followed by Halstead on the shaft of your stick and then H. Upton-Halstead on the shaft of Hailey's. There were also two pairs of hockey skates and a burgundy bag filled with hockey pucks.

"Now you see what we've been doing in the garage for so long," Will told you.

"You two built all this?" you asked, astonished, as you picked up your stick.

"We just built the net," Jay answered. "Me and Will know a guy from playing pickup who knows a guy who makes custom sticks, so he made those." Jay looked at Hailey with a puzzled look. She looked like she wanted to cry. "You okay, babe?"

"I just- I don't know how to skate," she answered quietly.

Jay put an arm around her. "That's okay. I'll teach you."

"We thought of that," Will said and quickly came back with a folding chair. "You can bring this on the river to help keep your balance." He turned to you. "As for you, I'm teaching you how to hockey stop."

"Why?"

"Because, when we play two-on-two, you're on my team and I don't want to lose."

Jay scoffed. "We both know I'm the better shooter here."

"The rule is we have to keep the puck on the ground. No wrist shots, bud. I don't feel like having to do impromptu stitches."

"Hmm, we might actually win," you said.

"What do you guys say?" Jay asked. "After we have cinnamon rolls for breakfast, wanna start skating? And then we can come in and all work on lunch together?"

"You promise I won't have a broken arm after this?" Hailey asked.

Jay laughed. "I will try my best."

Then, the four of you went back inside and ate a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and coffee. Then, you brought everything down to the frozen river and started lacing up your skates for a day on the ice.

Over the next week while you were at the cabin, Hailey successfully learned how to skate and how to protect the puck with her stick, and Will successfully taught you how to hockey stop—you were better at stopping with your right skate forward than your left skate—and Jay taught you how to do a wrist shot. And, nobody needed stitches or broke an arm or any other bone.

You would say that this was a great way to spend Christmas away from everyone, but still with the people you loved.

A/N: See? I told you it would be festive! As always thank you for reading and please remember to reblog and comment! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I'll add you!

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Day 4: Kiss and Tell

A/N: Fake relationship AU has been something I have wanted to write a long time now, and I was pretty happy when this was one of the prompts for the week. But it ended up being much harder than I thought xD It was hard to think of some little plot that would fit into a one-shot, but wouldn't feel too rushed. And this came out.

Edited by @mirrorfalls ❤

Kiss and Tell

“Pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Those words rang in Ran’s ears all over again while her heart kept hammering in her chest like mad. She understood what they meant, yet all she was capable of doing was staring at those blue eyes that stared back at her with crystal-clear determination.

Shinichi, asking her to be his pretend girlfriend? Part of her wanted to laugh. God, Shinichi would never ask anything like that!

But his expression was so serious, and more than that, he seemed to be nervous. And that was enough for Ran to understand that this was probably something serious, which just made everything more complicated.

Pretend to be his girlfriend? Her cheeks felt warm even though she was pretty sure that there were all the reasons in the world she shouldn’t agree.

“Pretend… to be… your… girlfriend?” she asked with hesitation. Good thing her father wasn’t home; in fact, that had been the first thing Shinichi had asked when she had opened the door. It had been a weird question, but now she understood why.

“Why?”

Shinichi looked away. “Do you know Hakurei Saika?”

Oh, her… Well, if he had asked a week ago, she would have said not really. But now…

A month ago a new girl moved into their school. Ran had seen that slim, fair-skinned short-haired girl with those light blue eyes, and that rosy smile, but since she was in another class group, Ran never really got a chance to introduce herself or get to know her personally. Yet news traveled fast, and she heard plenty of gossips: Her classmates reported that she was plenty smart, talented, and self-assured. Boys seemed to have a crush on that girl, and she remembered that even Sonoko had once grumbled about how ‘almost everyone seemed to be in love with that newcomer, and Ran had reassured her that it would all pass sooner or later.

Had it? Ran couldn’t really tell, because she hadn’t given it much more thought. Not until a couple of days ago, when that girl had asked to meet her. She had wondered why, but as soon as they were alone by the sports shed, she introduced herself as Hakurei Saika and asked what was her relationship with Shinichi.

Ran had been confused by the question, but she answered that they were just childhood friends. The same answer as always.

“Nothing more?” Sakai had asked. Ran frowned, further confused about the question. Only then had Sakai clarified the question to “You two aren’t dating”, which had made Ran blush.

She had denied it. Of course, she had! Like she should. Because it was the truth.

Yet she still could remember how pleased Sakai had looked. That expression had haunted her dreams. “Excellent”, she had said. “Because everyone in this school seems to think you two are some kind of meant-to-be. But if that’s the truth, then good.” And then she had dropped that bomb, the words that would be inked into Ran’s mind, probably forever: “Brilliant. Because I’m in love with him, and I don’t care to waste my time fighting over him with some silly little ho-hum.”

Ran looked away, because she knew that Shinichi would probably notice her expression, and she didn’t want to tell him - not like this. And to be honest, she wasn’t still sure if Shinichi would ever feel the same, even though all their classmates seemed to think that he was already onboard. How could they know? They always told her that he behaved differently around her and did everything for her, but to be honest, she couldn’t see anything different or special in his behavior when he was with her. Just the same as he’d been all these years. The same Shinichi, one of her best friends, reliable and always there for her. Sometimes a little too teasing, a little too full of himself, but deep down endlessly kind and caring. Someone she always knew that she could rely on.

There were no signs that he would ever like her as more than a friend. No signs except what others made up.

But knowing that newcomer had got her eyes on Shinichi… Well, she has to admit to herself that she had been sad about it, but who was she to make decisions for Shinichi? In the end, if Shinichi did like that girl, then she couldn’t do anything other than support him and make sure that that girl wouldn’t treat him wrong.

But if he was asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend, did that mean he wasn’t interested in Sakai?

“I… I know her”, she answered eventually and looked back at Shinichi, who observed her closely. “Not personally, though, just heard about her and saw her a few times”, she added.

“You haven’t missed anything”, he said and turned, walking a few steps towards the windows. “She’s nothing more than a pain in the ass.”

“Shinichi!” Ran scolded, trying not to acknowledge the part of her, deep down, that was beaming. Shinichi just glanced at her before shrugging and turning to look out the window. Ran watched how he put his hands into his pockets. She could understand why girls were so easily attracted to him. He was handsome, she couldn’t deny it. But… well, at least she wanted to believe that she knew him thoroughly and liked him for more than just his looks.

“Did you know that she has a crush on me?”

Something tightened Ran’s chest. “I… have heard something like that”, she answered and looked away. God, she didn’t want to tell him about their conversation. “But… since you haven’t talked about her…”

“I don’t like her!”

The sharp, almost bitter tone in his voice surprised Ran. She turned to look at him. He had turned to look at her with eyes so annoyed, so… Like she had accused him of something unfair.

But she hadn’t, right?

“I didn’t say you did”, she said gently, offering a smile. He seemed to relax a little bit before looking away. “And if you don’t, then you should tell her that.”

“I did”, he answered and turned back to the window. “When she came to me and told me she likes me, I - nicely, I might add”, Ran let out a little laugh, “told her that I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” He let out a dry laugh. “Heck, I even felt a little bad for her. But you know, she didn’t even blink.”

She smiled dryly at that. “Well, not everyone gets heartbroken after the great detective turns them down”, she tutted.

She saw how he shook his head.

“She keeps coming back, telling me that she likes me”, he continued and turned back to her. “And every time I turned her down. First nicely, then I told her it straight into her face, and… well”, he looked a little ashamed. “Well, maybe I got meaner than I should have, but I thought that kind of language would get through to her.” He shook his head again. “But no! She won’t stop coming. And when I asked why, she told me that as long as I’m not dating anyone, she can flirt with me and try to win me over because, and exact words here: we’re destined to be.”

Well, that wasn’t something Ran liked hearing, but…

“Then why don’t you give her a chance?” she asked slowly. He looked at her like she had gone insane. Well, she didn’t fully know why she’d said it either, but... “After that, if you still aren’t interested, maybe she would understand…”

He let out a single dry laugh and turned away. “I doubt it”, he answered. “And honestly, I’m not interested at all. It wouldn’t be more than a waste of time. For both of us.”

“Come on. That’s rude”, Ran commented.

Shinichi looked back at her. “Well, would you want to go on a date with someone you have zero interest in?”

Ran turned aside. The idea that your crush wouldn’t even want to get to know you… felt so bad, and kind of unfair. But then again, if she had had someone after her who wouldn’t give up even when she said no… Even though she still didn’t know this Saika well, she had gotten her first impression, and to be honest, it wasn’t a good one. So if someone like that were after her, she wasn’t sure if she would try out a date with them. And worse, what if they still kept it up even after the date? Also, there were so many other ways to get to know one another, no dates necessary.

She still felt bad about the whole thing, but Shinichi probably had a point.

But pretending to be his girlfriend… Even though the idea felt nice, and sent thrills into her at the slightest thought, she still wasn’t sure if she’d call it a good idea. First of all, they would need to do it in front of everyone, not just Saika. Unless they kept it somehow secret? But then there would be no point at all. And on top of that, even though it would be just so much horseplay for Shinichi, for her… She liked him, as much more than just a friend. And part of her was a little afraid there’d be hurt in store for her.

But at the same time, this Saika bothered Shinichi. And if this was the surest way to make her leave him alone…

“Okay”, she said slowly. “I’m not sure if this will really solve anything, but if it helps you…” She hesitated before saying the rest. “But how about our classmates? When they find out…”

“I don’t care”, Shinichi said and turned relieved eyes to her. “After she leaves me alone, we can always tell everyone that we… well…” he looked away. “Well, that we broke up.” Again, Ran felt something tightening in her chest. “Or we can tell them the truth.”

“Wouldn’t she go back after you, then?” Ran said. Now, there was an unwanted thought…

“She’ll be looking at someone else by then”, Shinichi answered, and came closer to her. “But still… thanks Ran. I owe you.”

Ran smiled. “I know”, she answered. “What would you do without me?”

He smiled back.

As always, Teitan High was an institution where gossip and news spread fast. Too fast, if you asked Ran, but then again, maybe it was her fault. On the next day, almost as soon as they got to their classroom, their friends were congratulating them, claiming that it was about time, and teasing up a storm. It had surprised both of them, but as soon as Ran saw Sonoko behind the crowd and that “innocent” look on her face she knew… Well, in the end, she could only blame herself, because she had told Sonoko. Sonoko was their friend, and she deserved some kind of explanation if they walked hand in hand in school or behaved somehow differently than before… or so Ran had thought at the time.

When Ran later caught Sonoko and scolded her for spreading the lie, what she got was a mischievous smile and an explanation that she should be happy because the more people heard about the news, the more believable it would be “Don’t you want Saika to leave your husband alone?”

It left Ran nervous, even though she couldn’t quite tell why. The next few days saw her on-edge even though their classmates stopped teasing them, and she and Shinichi acted almost exactly like before. They just held hands when they came and left the school, but other than that, they didn’t do much. Maybe sometimes when they were outside of the classroom, hanging with other students, she could feel Shinichi touching her back, but that was it.

Sonoko, on the other hand, thought that maybe she had nerves over Saika, and maybe she was right. But when Ran thought about it, she couldn’t tell if there was any logic to that. In the end, this was a thing between Shinichi and Saika, so she would probably talk to him instead of Ran, and since Shinichi hadn’t mentioned anything about Saika confronting him, that probably meant that she had heard and given up on him. At least, Ran hoped so.

So she tried to relax. There would be nothing to be nervous about. Everything was like before - except with a little more hand-holding.

But just as she got herself to relax and continue her school life like before, Saika came to her. Ran had kind of hoped that Saika would turn around once she saw Ran with her other friends, but it hadn’t stopped her. She had just come to them, smiled very sweetly and innocently, and asked if she could talk with Ran in private.

It had made Ran’s heart sink. She didn’t know what to expect. Did Saika want to announce that she had given up on Shinichi, or did she have something worse in mind? But in a way, this would be her best chance: This girl had been harassing Shinichi nonstop, even though he had told her many times that he wasn’t interested. Maybe Ran could end this all, tell her to leave Shinichi alone, and make her understand that what she had been doing wasn’t okay.

So Ran followed her into the school courtyard, trying to steel her nerves and be ready for anything. And as soon as they made sure nobody else was around, Saika turned to look at Ran with a certain kind of smile.

“You lied to me.”

Ran frowned. “No, I didn’t”, she answered. It wasn’t her fault that she hadn’t been asked the right questions, was it? “Back then, we weren’t together, and you didn’t ask how I felt about him.”

“Hmmm”, Saika hummed and crossed her arms.

“And you”, Ran started. Her heart was pinballing in her chest too fast, too loud, but she decided to grit her teeth and say it. “Don’t ever bother Shinichi again.” She was surprised at how much steel was in those words when they came out. Maybe she was a little too harsh, but there was plenty of evidence of Saika’s stubbornness. Maybe the best option was being harsh and determined. “He’s told you thousands of times that he isn’t interested in you, so even though you like him, you should respect his words and let him be.”

A smile came back to Saika’s lips when she looked at Ran. “Oh”, she started. “Does that mean you two aren’t really together?”

“What?!” Ran blurted before she could stop herself. God, had she ruined this already? What had she said to give it away? She hadn’t said anything weird! At least, she thought so…

“So… you two are faking…”

“We’re… not!”

“You hesitated”, she smiled. “And why didn’t you threaten me to keep away from your boyfriend, instead of telling me he told you he isn’t interested?”

Ran frowned. “I don’t see any difference”, she answered honestly. “I care about him, and…”

“Care?”

Ran hesitated. “Love”, she corrected herself, pushing past the embarrassment of saying it out loud. But for Shinichi… “Because I… love… him and, if he’s uncomfortable about something, then I should do everything to make him feel better again.”

“But it doesn’t bother you that I love him too?”

Ran hesitated. “Of course it does”, she answered.

Saika raised her eyebrows. “Does it really?”

“Of course!”

“Then why?”

Ran felt more nervous. “Why what?”

“Why don’t you say so?” she asked and tilted her head.

Ran stared at the other girl. She couldn’t understand where Saika was going with this. Or maybe she was just trying to tease out an answer that would confirm her accusations?

“I don’t understand”, Ran said finally, slowly. “I did.”

“Yeah, after I asked about it.”

Ran shook her head. She wasn’t getting anywhere. “And I said it bothered me”, she insisted. “I don’t know what else…”

“Because any real girlfriend would have started off telling their rival to leave their boyfriend alone because it bothers them”, Saika interrupted.

Ran shut her mouth. Really?

“But you didn’t”, Saika said and smiled. “So to me, it looks like…”

“Ran!”

Ran couldn’t decide if she was relieved or terrified to hear that ever-familiar voice calling her name. Part of her was happy, because if he was here, maybe they could save this situation after all, but then again, if she had already ruined everything…

She turned and saw how Shinichi slowly, carefully approached, looking at her with his face a silent question: What’s going on? Ran just looked at him and felt his hand on her lower back. Somehow it felt soothing.

“Oh, hi, Shinichi-chan…”

Ran turned back at Saika. Shinichi-chan? How… dare she?! Now her muscles were twitching for action, but…

“Hakurei-san”, Shinichi greeted, formal and dry. Thank God, his opinion of Saika still hadn’t changed. “What do you want from Ran?”

Saika smiled sweetly and Ran felt a desperate pressure in her chest. She could see this going nowhere good. Heck, if she…

Ran turned to Shinichi. “It’s nothing”, she said quickly. “We just talked…”

“I think this girl follows you only out of pity.”

What?!

Ran turned to look at Saika, who answered her stare with a downright poisonous smile.

“Wh- what?” Ran stammered. That was the last thing she’d expected!! “That… That’s not it!”

“Then why?”

“Leave her alone”, Shinichi interrupted. “She doesn’t have to let you judge her feelings, so don’t bother yourself with those questions.”

“But don’t you care that she doesn’t love you?” Saika asked, looking almost sad when she turned her eyes back to Shinichi. “Because I care, and…”

“And how do you know how she feels or not?” Shinichi cut her off again. He really had gotten enough of this.

“Because she said so”, Saika answered.

“I didn’t!” Ran denied. “I told you that I… I…” Love him. That is what she meant to say, but knowing that Shinichi was there, beside her, listening…

“You didn’t?” she repeated and turned back to Ran. “Then that blustering earlier was..?”

“I told you to leave him alone.”

“Because?”

“Because you keep harassing him and don’t respect what he wants even though he told you straight-out”, Ran answered.

“And?”

Ran just stared at her. What more answer did she want?

“So it doesn’t bother you? At all? That I love him?” Saika asked again.

Ran just stared at those crystal blue eyes. She didn’t look away, didn’t dare give Saika the slightest hint that she had given up the fight, didn’t dare look at Shinichi now.

She couldn’t answer that question. She knew she should. She had done it just a minute ago, but there was a world of difference doing it in front of Shinichi. Of course, since this was all playacting, she could always excuse it later as something she had to say, but at the same time… She didn’t want to excuse it. Except, if she didn’t, it… She was scared that it would ruin everything between them, and she couldn’t let go of him. Not now.

Not ever.

“So you’re nothing more than a fake…”

“Don’t you dare end that sentence”, Shinichi said - snapped - and before Ran was prepared for it, she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her a little closer to him. She felt warm and almost relaxed, and yet… “Put Ran down, even a little bit, and I won’t have anything to say to you ever again.”

“So it doesn’t bother you that she sees someone else after you and still won’t fight for you?” Saika asked.

“Why should it?” Shinichi asked sharply. “She does that because she trusts me.”

“But it also shows that she isn’t jealous at all”, Saika explained. “And… and that means that she doesn’t love you. Not enough.”

“Or maybe it shows that there is no reason to be jealous”, Shinichi said.

“But anyone who loves anyone has to be a little bit jealous about it”, Saika insisted. “I know I am right now, and… I can’t stand to see someone taking you so… for granted! She can’t even bother pretending to be jealous…”

“She doesn’t have to pretend”, Shinichi answered coldly, and Ran felt how his arm moved away around her before his hand took hers. She felt her cheeks warm, but she still glanced down at their joined hands before he moved. “Let’s go, Ran, I’ve had enough”, he said and turned, Ran trying to follow along.

“So she really was your crush?”

Crush?

Shinichi stopped, making Ran bump against him.

“Don’t you understand? It hurts me to see how much you care about a girl who doesn’t even…”

“She does”, Shinichi snapped and turned to look at Saika again, letting go of Ran’s hand. But… When she looked at him now… She saw his eyes burning.

Ran could barely believe it, but those words had hurt him. And to be honest, they’d hurt her too, because the very thought that she didn’t care about him…. She did. Always had, always would. But it felt even worse to see him hurt and angry. To see how that girl got under his skin. Shinichi rarely ever lost his temper, but when he did…

He wasn’t faking that. She knew it.

“Shinichi”, she said softly and grabbed his hand. He turned back to her, and she smiled at him, hoping it would calm him even a little bit. “She’s not worth this. Let’s just leave, and…”

“Oh yes, run away and keep pretending to be together”, Saika cut in, forcing both of them to look back. She smiled. “This can’t last forever, and I can wait…”

Ran felt how his grip tightened on her hand. She heard how Shinichi inhaled, and when she looked at him, his eyes were closed like a man at the absolute end of his patience.

“What do you want from me?” Shinichi asked eventually and opened his eyes, looking at Saika. “What do I have to do to make you leave me alone?”

“I want your love”, Saika answered simply, making Ran's heart sink a little.

Slowly, Shinichi shook his head. “You can’t have it.”

“Why?”

“Because it belongs to her.”

Ran blushed, eyes darting at him. She knew that they’d begun this as an act, but at the same time… She didn’t dare think too hard about why, but somehow she felt like he meant it…

For crying out loud, this was not the time!

“Then prove it”, Saika said calmly. “If you really love her, then kiss her.”

Ran felt her heart rocket in her chest. What?! Kiss him?! Well, it wasn’t the worst idea she’d heard, but…

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, either”, Shinichi answered simply. “All you have to know is that I like her, and I’m not interested in you.”

Saika shrugged. “But the problem is, I like you, and I think we would be a perfect match”, she answered. “You are smart and brave, plenty strong… And I believe you need a smart and brave girl beside you, not some…”

“And Ran is smart and strong and brave”, Shinichi said, eyes narrowing. “So don’t bother yourself about it anymore.”

“So why don’t you prove it and give her a kiss?” Saika asked.

“Because some people don’t like performing for the amusement of a stranger”, Shinichi answered.

“Or maybe you’re afraid that she doesn’t feel the same,” Saika said slowly, a smile showing more and more teeth. “And never did. Maybe you’re afraid that a kiss would destroy what little there is between you.”

There was a long, deadly silence between them, and the grip on her hand tightened even more. Carefully Ran looked at Shinichi and saw how tense he was. Had Saika really cornered him?

She thought, and the more she thought, the more she felt like this wasn’t pretending anymore. She knew him, probably better than anyone else, and she believed - wanted to believe - that if Saika’s words hadn’t hit something solid, he would have kept his cool and left without a flinch.

But… Did he really have a crush on her?

Well, it didn’t matter. She needed to get him away from this situation, as soon as possible, whatever the cost.

She knew, then, she was ready to do anything for him.

“Shinichi?”

He turned to look at her. Without another conscious thought - because thinking, now, just meant more openings to change her mind - she rose on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against his. Just a peck, she told herself. Enough to take care of Saika, but fast enough that it wouldn’t be too embarrassing after the act.

And the second she felt his lips, she felt a riot exploding in her, a collision of nervousness and excitement at the same time.

Excited to feel those lips against hers, those lips that she had noticed so many times before, and wondered how they would feel, how they would taste… But nervous about the thought of where this would take them. Even the idea that he would look at her differently after this…

But then he moved his lips against hers, like a careful asking of permission, and it made something twitch in her stomach. She gave the permission, and it turned into a true kiss… His grip on her hand loosened a little. Like he was relieved, freed of everything that had made him tense a moment ago. And she pressed herself a little closer without really realizing it. Somehow it felt like her head was coming empty and all she was concentrating on was his lips and their movements, and…

And he moved away a little, broke that kiss. She felt disappointed, and yet, when she opened her eyes, she met blue ones, and she could read a silent question in them. And she smiled as an answer, even though she still was afraid to know what exactly he was thinking. Maybe it would break her heart, but…

“Are you satisfied?” Ran asked and turned to look at Saika, because it was too much to look at him any longer. Saika wasn’t smiling anymore, and that alone was enough for Ran.

“As much as I can be”, she answered directly and glanced at Shinichi. “I really did hope that you would have admitted to this being an act.”

“Well, it’s not. You got what you wanted”, Shinichi said. “Please, let us be.”

Ran watched how she stared at him for a moment longer before letting out a sigh. Then she bowed. “Sorry for bothering you”, she said and straightened herself. Then she turned to Ran and bowed again. “And sorry for doubting you.”

Then she straightened and walked past them, tall and proud. Ran turned to look after her, feeling relieved that this mess was finally over, and…

Saika stopped and turned back, smiling once more. “But if you should ever change your mind, I’m going to be first in line…”

Shinichi let out a groan and looked away. Ran smiled a tiny smile herself. Well, nobody could put down Saika’s sheer spirit. Now, if only she could understand it wasn’t okay to harass others even after they said that they weren’t interested…

Then she realized that it was only her and Shinichi left in the courtyard, and… She felt his hand still on her, and his words flew back to her mind. She remembered the kiss, and she started to feel butterflies all over again.

“Well, I think we should go back…” she started, letting go of Shinichi’s hand and starting to walk back toward the school building. But then she felt how he grabbed her wrist and made her turn around, back to him.

“I think we need to talk.”

#ShinRanWeek2022 #ShinRan #Day 4: Fake Relationship AU #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Detective Conan #Fanfiction

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hummingbird-of-light · 9 months

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Against All Odds

Part 637

McCoy

Robbie had meant well.

But it didn’t hurt any less.

“I don’t hate you Robbie,” McCoy sighed, dropping into the chair at his desk. He didn’t want anyone touching him at the moment, even though Scotty looked ready to hold him tight.

“I’m frustrated that she provoked you,” he continued.

“I should have known better,” Robbie said mournfully.

McCoy bit his lip from the response he wanted to spit out. He had told them after all! He had said to watch out for Jocelyn. He took a breath instead. His thumb rubbed across his fingertips in agitation.

“Ye best tell us the full story lad,” Scotty said to his brother. Scotty sat on their bed and gave McCoy an encouraging look to join him.

Robbie sat tentatively across from his brother on the second bed.

“In- in gym class, she- she had a group gathered round…”

McCoy listened and his anger grew again. What was Jocelyn’s goal here? What was it she thought she could achieve? Maybe he should talk it over with Leah. Maybe she would understand better.

Robbie stared at his feet when he finished the story.

“Well, we just prove she faked the texts and her story falls apart,” Scotty said.

McCoy shook his head.

“What? Why not love?”

“Because if you do it people will think you faked that she faked them.”

“We faked— that she—,” Scotty’s confusion showed on his face.

“They’ll think you’re just trying to defend me however you can,” McCoy clarified. “Same reason you can’t either,” he said looking at Robbie. “We’re all family on the same side here.”

“There’s got to be something we can do, I can do!” Robbie said earnestly. “I’m so sorry Leonard.”

“I know you are Robbie. I don’t know what to do at this point. I think I say nothing.” McCoy’s shoulders dropped. “Anything I do try to say will be twisted or thought to be a denial. I tried yesterday to just walk away and keep my mouth shut.” McCoy looked over at Scotty. “I never seem to get the balance right.”

Silence fell.

A knock surprised them.

“Come in,” McCoy called.

An eyebrow raised as Sulu opened the door.

“I thought you’d be here, after the lounge. Uhh, Pike is looking for you Leonard.”

“What? He is? Why?” McCoy stood up.

“Not sure. He came to the lounge not long after you left. I said I’d come get you.”

“Ok. Thanks. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ok,” Sulu smiled and closed the door.

McCoy sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “What does Pike want with me?”

“I can come with ye…” Scotty offered.

McCoy shook his head. “No, that’s fine. I’ll be back soon I hope.”

As McCoy left the room he heard Scotty begin to say something to Robbie in Gaelic, but he didn’t catch enough to understand before the door shut.

Whispers silenced as he walked past people. He could feel eyes following him. McCoy straightened his shoulders into his best posture as he walked to the headmaster’s office.

He knocked twice and could hear Pike moving inside, coming to the door.

“Hello sir.”

“Oh good, Leonard. Come in please.”

Pike held the door open for him, and closed it as McCoy entered the office.

“Have a seat.”

McCoy sat in front of the desk, his chest tightening. What did the headmaster want?

Part 638

Scotty

When he had heard the rumors about Leonard in the last class, Scotty had wanted to talk to his fiancé immediately, but he had been held up by a teacher. It had probably been the longest conversation he had ever had, but maybe that was because he was in a hurry.

When he hadn't found Leonard in the lounge, he had immediately run to their room where Robbie had told them the story.

He still could not and would not believe what had happened! It was just awful!

Robbie had gotten up again in the meantime and was pacing restlessly, tears on his face. He deeply regretted it all.

"Come here."

With a welcoming gesture, Scotty waved his little brother over.

Only slowly did Robbie come over and drop heavily onto the bed. He buried his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I'm such an idiot..."

The low, desperate murmur reached Scotty's ear and he quickly put an arm around his brother, pulling him closer.

"No, ye're not. I know ye were just trying to help. And to be honest," Scotty hesitated for a moment, "I wouldn't have known how to react in that moment either."

He didn't even want to imagine it. If Jocelyn had told that tall tale in his presence... He probably wouldn't have been able to stay calm either.

"I... don't want it anymore."

Hearing his wee brother's words, Scotty squinted his eyes in confusion. What was he talking about?

"What do ye mean?"

Slowly, Robbie lifted his head and looked to him.

"I don't want to be head boy anymore. That... that's just too much responsibility. Especially now, when I actually have to keep so many things secret."

When Robbie had explained the story again, he had also said that as head boy it was his duty to take care of all the students. That was the only reason he had interfered in the conversation at all.

"I cannae handle the pressure."

Scotty pulled him even closer.

"And that's perfectly all right, Robbie. Ye've been through too much lately. Ye... have lived through horrible stuff. Just tell Pike or Archer that ye want to resign the position and I'm sure it won't be a problem."

Robbie was silent for a while, but Scotty could sense how tense he was.

"I'm going to... learn so many secrets in my future with Leah. I'm going to have to keep so many things to myself, even if someone provokes me. What... if I can't do that? What if I say anything and cause great harm?"

Panic filled Robbie's voice and new tears flowed.

Quickly, Scotty grabbed his brother's face, cupping his cheeks in his hands.

"Hey, hey, hey. That's not going to happen, ye hear me? Ye can do this! Leah's going to be there. And so will I. Everybody's going to support ye."

Carefully, Scotty wiped away the tears with his thumbs, but Robbie shook his head slightly.

"Ye won't be there. Ye... will be up there exploring the universe someday," he breathed.

Scotty felt a stab in his heart. He had never thought too much about what it would be like without his brother. The Scots had always been together. All their lives.

"Even if we're not in the same place, I'm still here for ye. Ye can always call me. Ye can always write to me. And if ye want me to come back to Earth, I'll pull out all the stops to do just that. I'll always be by your side."

It was a promise. A promise he should have made to his little brother a long time ago.

And as Robbie fell into his arms and buried his face in his chest, Scotty knew he would keep that promise forever.

Because he loved his brother more than anything. And he would never leave him alone.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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temporalbystander · 1 year

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Prompt finished.

Okay @opakitty here's your requested story. I'm sorry if it's shorter than you expected I had to rework my initial ideas because I didn't think they'd fit the characters, au or not, I was going to include a typical Chat visit but I figured there's no way Adrien would leave things that long and as for the rest? Well there's only so much you can say when you're writing from the perspective of someone who has absolutely no idea what is going on. Anyway. First (and quite possibly last depending on how bad it is) prompted story is under the cut.

There seemed to be fewer akuma's lately, something Adrien had mixed feelings about. On the one hand it meant life was less stressful for the people of Paris but, on the other hand, it meant less time spent with his lady. Especially since she had put a hold on patrols, citing personal health issues, so it was just Chat Noir on his lonesome for the next couple of nights. Still, he had to drag himself to school just like the rest of his class and decided to put his own disappointment to the side.

He was glad that he did when he noticed that Marinette had made it to class on time for once. However his friend didn't look that pleased, she was bent over with her head resting on the desk and seemed to be moaning in pain. He was about to go check on her, maybe suggest she head to the nurse's office when Nino pulled him back. "Trust me dude, you don't want to get involved in that." The normally easy-going teen sounded especially serious today.

"How come?" Adrien asked as they moved so they weren't blocking the class door.

"It's just her time of the month. Dudettes get a little sensitive during that time, y'know?" Nino shrugged as if that explained everything but Adrien was still very confused.

"Her time? Is there a class schedule or something I missed?" The very naive Agreste asked. He hoped that wasn't the case; he'd feel bad if there was something everyone was supposed to do but he didn't, hopefully Nathalie had been informed and had already put it into his schedule.

"A schedule? What?" Nino looked as confused as Adrien felt. "No man, her time, you know…" the aspiring DJ/director lowered his voice and glanced around nervously. "Her period?"

"Like lunch?" The boy was lost.

"No!" Grumbling in embarrassed frustration Nino gripped his hat tightly. "Just… ask a female okay? Just, not now!" He hastened to clarify when it looked like Adrien was about to head straight into class. "And not one of the girls… like I said. They can get sensitive about that type of thing."

Shaking his head and muttering something about shelter, Nino just walked into the room leaving Adrien to follow with still no idea about why Marinette looked so upset or why Nino was acting so strange. He couldn't keep his mind from thinking about it all through class until lunchtime. When he got up to leave he saw that the rest of the girls, bar Chloe and Sabrina, had gathered around Marinette's desk and seemed to be comforting her.

Needless to say, when he finally arrived home for lunch, it was the first thing he asked Nathalie when he walked through the door. "My friend Marinette seems to be suffering from one and I wanted to know how to help." He said when asked for an explanation.

Nathalie stared at him for a moment before sighing and adjusting her glasses. "If you finish your meal early enough I will accompany you to the store and help you grab some things that may help."

Adrien gave her a hug before rushing into the dining hall to eat, now incredibly thankful that all the work he did as Chat Noir had boosted his appetite. Soon after he was back in the limo listening as Nathalie gave a very brief description of what his friend may currently be feeling. While they were shopping she also explained how a girl's experience during her period may differ from one person to another or even from month to month so he'd have to settle for some of the basics until she trusted him enough to go into detail. That last explanation was the reason Adrien didn't ask what helped Nathalie through her period, it seemed like quite a personal matter.

They arrived back at the school with a few minutes to spare and, after one last thank you hug to Nathalie, Adrien was walking up the steps carrying a bag filled with all they had bought. He really hoped they helped Marinette feel better. And that she wouldn't get upset. Did friends do things like this? The other girls seemed to want to help her out so surely this wasn't that different. Right?

Speaking of which it wasn't hard to spot the group still gathered around the girl in question. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he walked towards them, Marinette was so lucky to have such good friends and he only hoped she held him in the same regard. "Hi Marinette." He started as he held out the bag to her, she seemed to freeze with her hands on her stomach so Alya took it off his hands. "I'm sorry you don't feel so well, it's a little short notice and I wasn't sure what you needed but I hope it helps." The rest of the girls gathered around the bag as well.

"Th-thank you, A-adrien." Marinette still stuttered and her face was still a little red so that was at least the same.

"No problem, if there's anything you don't need, or would prefer, just let me know so I can get it next time okay?" He gave her a bright smile and walked off as the girls began to hand her things they thought she could use while showing off the others. There was no point in the hot water bottle or the green tea right now but there was a thermos of cocoa, an instant heat pack as well as an electric one for when she went to bed, some butterscotch sweets and some mild pain relievers that were apparently perfect for this type of thing.

It seemed like her friends approved judging by the sounds they were making but Adrien was too far away at that point to hear them. He had just gotten back to class and settled into his seat beside Nino by the time the bell rang. Mylene gave him a bright smile when she entered, Rose gave him a quick hug as Juleka gave him a small nod and muttered something that sounded like "good job" while Alex settled for a thumbs up. Alya seemed to be supporting Marinette when the two of them entered, which concerned him a little, but he settled when Alya gave him a wink.

"Dude? The hell was all that about?" Adrien didn't have time to answer as class soon started but he was much more at ease than he had been that morning. He wished he could be there for Ladybug during her personal problems but hearing the small sigh Marinette let out as she unwrapped one of the butterscotch sweets and popped it in her mouth was just as satisfying.

#miraculous fanfic #my writing #Prompt complete

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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Ello ello so I wanna request lee!gakuho maybe, sorry awkward lmao

Loosen up

A/n: Nahhh I’m slow I was half asleep when I first read the ask and thought it said bakugou. 😭😭 Also you can not tell me that they all have a bestfrenemie type relationship IDC IDC YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND.

TW:Swearing, Alcohol, Drinking, And ofc Tickling

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Gakuho was currently upset because he heard students walking past complaining. How E-class looks like more fun than what they’re doing.

“ITSSSS FRIDAY GUYSSS Y’KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSS” Irina giggled contained with excitement as she burst into Gaku’s office seeing her other two coworkers. “Umm oh yaaaaay weekend time?” Karasuma tried to guess Not really.

“OOOOH OOH I KNOW I KNOW slumber party” korosensei wiggled his tentacles in excitement. “Uh—well no but we can come guysss you don’t remember” Irina began to whine. They all looked at eachother confused. “Where supposed to go drinking as an reward you know that fancy bar yeah that’s where we’re going” Irina squealed.

“That shits boring” Gakuho bitterly answered. “Wow what’s up with you Gaku?” Karasuma asked genuinely concerned. “Gakuuuuu come one you promised.” Irina pouted as she started tugging at his sleeve. “Yeah and plus it came be BOrInG if you suggested it” korosensei teased a bit.

“No piss off”. He ended up going. “They had gotten to the bar they had their own little room to themselves and a device to order whatever they like. “Gehee this is so exciting” korosensei immediately picked up the tablet. “Hey I want to see too Irina leaned on korosensei trying to see the menu. “OH I WANT THIS” “ME TOO AND THIS ASWELL”korosensei and Irina started tapping ordering stuff like there was no tomorrow. “Come on guys hurry so me and Gaku can order” Karasuma smirked.

🍣After ordering🍺

“Oho maAn that was good I might have another” Irina soberly chuckle before reaching for the tablet. “Yeah me too Gehee” korosensei looks at the tablet again with Irina.“So you gonna keep up the act or what?” Karasuma turned his head toward his friend. “I don’t know what your talking about” Gaku side-eyed him. “Man it’s crystal clear that your upset I know that something had gotten to your head just don’t know what” Karasuma clarified.

“Tch just drop it I’m so over what the kid said anyways” Gaku scoffed as he chugged some more of his beer. “So someone did say something what was it?” Karasuma asked. “Nothing I said just drop it” Gaku tries changing the subject.

“Awww what’s wong GaKuu” Irina drunkenly crawls next to him. “Don’t e saddd” korosensei jumped right next to him. Them to trying to cheer him up by stroking their hand on his face like a cat was slightly tickling his next. “Pfft G-guhuys come on knohock it off” Gaku lightly squirmed around in be tween his yellow and blonde friend.

“Noho your saddd” Irina looked up at him before looking back down. “Wait wait wait Gaku are you ticklish?” Karasuma asked. “Noho I’m nahat w-would you gehet these idiots offa mehe” Gaku had started to giggle more.

“Hmm if ya don’t tell me what’s wrong I’ll have them tickle ya” Karasuma grinned evilly. “Drop it” “alright don’t say I didn’t warn ya” Karasuma smirked. “Hey Irina, Gameshow little Gaku here is ticklish we should totally find out where” Karasuma smiled at him.

“Oho really nohow” korosensei used one tentacle to keep his wrists together. “He’s still said that’ll really help him become happy so do ya worst” Karasuma pulled the table back to give them enough room and then sat on his shins. “I swear if any of you tickle me I will WAHAIT—“ Gaku attempted to threaten before Irina started liglty clawing his right side while korosensei grazed the other and Karasuma lightly squeezing his lower thigh

“guhuhuys nohoho stohop ihit” he began giggling. “You wanna talk or are you still feeling bratty” Karasuma boldly teased. “Yeaha not if you still sad then no” Irina slowly became more herself. “Yeah Gaku don’t be stubborn” Korosensei leaned in near his face. “Ihi’m nohohot nohow quitehehe”

“heheheEHEEHy KAhaharasuma dOHOHont” his squeaky laughter slowly rise as Karasuma squeezed his hips a bit. “Oho too ticklish there noted”

“Hmmmm what if it’s his ribs” “Or his armpits” Korosensei and Irina smiled earning an reaction from Gaku even though neither one of them has touch either one of those places. “NohOoho DOhoHoOhn’t” Gaku anticipation was getting the best of him. “Ahh yu guys ready 1…………2……2 and 1/4…. 2 and 1/2 ….2 an—“ Karasuma slowly counted just to mess with Gaku.

“JUuhust dohoHo it”

“Okay you asked for it not”

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHO GAHAHAHAD”

“Gehee wow You are so loud Geez people are gonna think we’re torturing you” korosensei striped face teasing the life outta him.

“IIHIHIRINAHAHAA NAILSEHEHEHHEE BAHAHAHAD”

“Aww you can barley get out a sentence this must really be taking a toll on you” Irina cooed. “Oh well his funeral” Karasuma shrugged his shoulders as he moved one hand off of his hip and started raking at his thigh.

“AAHAHAHAHAA KARAHAHAH*snort*KARAHAHAHSUMAHAHA YOHOHOU JEEHEHERK”

“Wait did dihid you just snort?” Karasuma asked as he lightly giggled ignoring the insult and acknowledging that fact that he just snorted. “OMGEEE WAIT DO IT AGAIN KARASUMA” Irina begged.

“NAHAHAA KARAHAH— GAHHAHAHAHA KOHOROSENSEI ITS SOHOHOHOHO BAAHHAHAH*snort*BAHAHAHAHAD”

“Gehe his highest rib is mega ticklish and the dips off his underarms” korosensei noted. “OH OH LEMME TRY” Irina getting so giddy about his snorts. “GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOHOU*snort* TRYNAHAHAHAHA KILL MEHEHEHEHE”

“Maybe— ooooh how all three at the same time” Irina looked at both Karasuma and korosensei.

“Yohohou arehehe trynahahaha fuhucking kill mehehe”

“Gehe hey if I recall you told us to ‘do it’ referring to tickles” korosensei chuckled. “Ready 3 2” not finishing the countdown which threw off Gaku.

“GYAHAHAHHAAH IHIHITS SOHOHOHO*snort*BAHAHAD AHAHAH FUH*snort*FUHUCK YOHOHOHOU ALL AHAHAHA”

“See now that’s not nice” Karasuma teasingly pouted.

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*snort*IHIHIHILL*snort* IHIHILL DIHIHIEEHEHE “Gaku shrieked.

”Excuse me! we don’t aloud child’s play in here I’m afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave” the waitress burst into the room before kicking them out.

“Greahat nohow we gotten kihicked out ”Gaku whined in embarrassment. ”Dude I can’t believe you let a random kid get to you” Karasuma shockingly responded after he told them while collecting there belongings as they gotten kicked out.

“Yeah that’s shocking coming from you buttt on another note I want to hear more snorts when we get to your place” Irina teased wiggling her fingers at him. “GOHOD NO” Gaku immediately ran next to Karasuma as a shield.

“Gehehe it’s your fault we got kicked out so I think Miss Irina is right Gehe” Korosensei chuckled and teased right along with Irina. “Karahasumaaa help mehe” Gaku whined.

“Ah well i do agree your laughter was quite intriguing” Karasuma smirked as he cracked his fingers. Which had trigger Gaku to run as fast as he can to his house with all three of his friends chase right after him.

#kiara writes #tickle fic #anime tickling #tickle asks #lee!Gakuho #Ler!korosensei #Ler!Irina #Ler!karasuma #assclass tickles #assassination classroom tickling #assclass tickling

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chaosincurate · 1 year

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The Smiths defined

The Smiths are an 80s post-punk, jangle-pop band known for Johnny Marr's enchanting guitar playing and Morrissey's superbly sarcastic lyrics. But why do they have their status as some of the most beloved pop outsiders from a decade filled with them? And where should the uninitiated start? That's what I intend to answer with this tryhard Tumblr post. If that sounds interesting to you, keep reading!

First things first

I think with a band like The Smiths, it's important to clarify the situation that birthed them. The Smiths were formed in 1982 in Manchester, England; a few years after Margaret Thatcher (rest in piss) became Prime Minister of the UK.

I don't just bring that up to criticize the woman who hated the poor so much she made it her life goal to fuck us over, as cathartic as that may be, I mention it because, while there is very little in the way of explicitly political themes in Morrissey's writing for The Smiths, the music feels very connected to the working class culture of the 80s that the class warfare of the Conservatives inspired. By my analysis, that culture is essentially one of strong bonds amongst a perceived in-group, and increasing disdain for those seen as outsiders as the threatened in-group seeks to protect their own.

Now that's out of the way, onto the music!

The Smiths (self-titled)

The first album from The Smiths is, as any self-titled and/or debut album ought to be, a mission statement. It lays out exactly what you expect of The Smiths musically: jangly, pop-leaning instrumentation from a band that works phenomenally well together, complimenting each other perfectly, as Morrissey sings peculiarly over the top of it all with lyrics that aren't afraid to break some boundaries and often make angsty oddballs feel validated.

With their first effort, The Smiths feel completely formed in a way that very few artists can relate with. There is no lack of cohesion or direction that can usually be expected and forgiven from artists on their first project, and this instant comfort gave us instant classics and more underground, heady cuts alike in a way that felt more, again, cohesive than it had any right being.

It's not a perfect album though. I usually don't like to highlight negatives in music through fear of putting off a potential fan from finding something they love, but I feel it's worth mentioning here: the production on this album is noticeably poor. It's not throughout the entire thing, and it rarely ruins a song for me, but a dull mix here, and a questionably loud cymbal there can be off-putting, and personally I remember it contributing to a confusion around the hype of the band when this album served as my introduction to them. If you are a new listener, and decide to start here, just know that it gets better.

That negative being said though, this is still a good album. One that is especially easy to respect after having listened to other albums from them in my opinion, but even on first listen, songs like This Charming Man and Hand In Glove clicked instantly for me and showed me enough for me to take interest in the band's future albums.

A brief note on Hatful of Hollow

I don't really consider collections of B-sides and oddities mainline albums (which is why I'm limiting this to a brief note), but if you do, I think it's safe to say that this is the first great record by The Smiths. It has better mixes of many of the self-titled tracks, as well as some classic The Smiths songs such as How Soon Is Now?, Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want and Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now. It's definitely worth circling back round to, at the very least.

Meat Is Murder

Returning just 12 months after their first album with a compilation album between them, you'd be forgiven for thinking that this album would feel rushed and that it would be a step down. On the contrary though, The Smiths created an album that, in my view, is their big leap forward into deserving the indie legend status they have since gained.

The album keeps the sound of the last album, but with better production this time out, along with more experimentation (although that experimentation is never at the forefront as it is with How Soon Is Now?), which immediately makes the album a more interesting listen for me, while keeping the album, at least on an aural level, fun. And that is another key factor to this album's sound: fun. While the opener to The Smiths is the great but dour Reel Around the Fountain, this album opens with a spunky and vivacious explosion in The Headmaster Ritual. That energy is largely carried forward for a while too, with the energy only noticeably dropping on track 5, the heartfelt plea to treat the most vulnerable people in society with kindness instead of mockery That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore. From there, the album oscillates manically between the two extremes of rushing energy and crashing lethargy while still somehow flowing naturally.

If you wanted my recommendation for what album to start with when listening to The Smiths for the first time, this may well be it. It's not the best album they'll release in my opinion, and it doesn't quite have the moments of brilliance found on the albums it's sandwiched between, but it hits an impressive height and seldom deviates from it.

The Queen Is Dead

This is The Smiths' masterpiece. It's the album that cemented their legacy amongst indie pop fans and there is a very good reason for that: it's like... Really good. Every single song on here, except the closer which is still good in it's own right, belongs in the upper echelons of The Smiths' catalogue. Right from the first few seconds of the album you're prepared for an exceptional experience, as the record opens with a contextually sarcastic rendition of Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty, transitioning into the anthemic opener and title track The Queen Is Dead which remains exciting for the entirety of it's 6:24 runtime.

While still a largely upbeat album, I'd describe it as more similar to their debut than Meat Is Murder in regards to energy with a more varied collection of tracks, but much like the second half of their sophomore outing, it retains a natural flow magnificently despite seemingly chaotic sequencing, and uses the downtime well to provide Morrissey with a sparser stage with which to perform poetically and vocally, which is just as well, because he is absolutely at his best here. The only criticism I can think of in regards to the writing is that maybe Never Had No One Ever is maybe a little redundant, as it is essentially a more blunt expression of the themes already touched on better elsewhere, but it is important to put even that criticism into perspective: it is essentially expecting no bloat while retaining thematic cohesion, which is a bar very few albums pass. It demonstrates the regard in which I hold this album that I even consider that relevant.

Also, you know how in the intro section I described the culture at the time and how it influenced the music of The Smiths? Well that is probably most prevalent on this album. The most all-encompassing theme I would assign to this album is a feeling of being an outsider, rejected by the society you live in. Frankly, Mr. Shankly outlines a desire to be respected and leave a legacy, which tangentially sets the tone in that respect so that songs like Bigmouth Strikes Again, Never Had No One Ever, and The Boy With the Thorn In His Side, among others, can hit it home. Even the songs biggest song, There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, goes out of its way to highlight it with the lines "I never, never want to go home // Because I haven't got one // Anymore" and the more pleading and direct alteration "Please don't drop me home // Because it's not my home, it's their home, and I'm welcome no more". Practically every song on the album plays into that theme of cultural isolation in my interpretation, but the lines in There Is a Light... are the beacon in my view.

If you're a fan of a genre in the orbit of jangle pop or post-punk, this is an absolute must-listen in my opinion. It's one of my favourite albums of all time and the only thing that is making me hesitant to recommend it as a starting point for potential Smiths fans is the concern that the other albums in their discography wouldn't live up to the comparison, despite their own quality.

Strangeways, Here We Come

Strangeways is a weird album to talk about, because, while I believe The Smiths doesn't have a bad album, following such a masterpiece as The Queen Is Dead, this album just feels exhausted. And fair enough, the band made four mainline albums along with the material to fill two long compilation albums between 1984 and 1987. They had so thoroughly commented on society that they were probably struggling to find new avenues for it. They secured their legacy with an all-time great indie album (maybe even two or three, depending who you ask). And they did all this in less time than most countries allow between general elections. They have every right to be a little burned out, but it feels like more than that. It just feels off when you listen to it within the context of the discography. Something about it feels a little synthetic. That isn't to doubt the quality of the album, it is still a good album, but I get an uncanny valley type of feeling that, while not ruining the album, makes it a strange experience to listen to.

I think one of the strongest things about this album is one of the big reasons it feels so off: and that's the diverse experimentation with their sound. Experimentation is, of course, essential in keeping things fresh, but here it felt as though there were three ideas that the band had and switched between in a whiplash-inducing way. The first is simply to keep doing what they were doing more or less, as seen with I Started Something..., Girlfriend In a Coma, and Stop Me.... The second is experimenting with guitar techniques and effects, like with Death of a Disco Dancer, and Death At One's Elbow (I believe that is distortion on the guitar, which to my memory wasn't used in their discography prior). Then the third was to add new instruments into the mix, like the strings on Last Night I Dreamt... and all sorts of alien (at least to The Smiths) instrumentation on the opener. Each path is valid in my view, and could have made for yet another great album, but they don't compliment eachother all that well for me, which puts this just short of their usual standard in a way that feels wrong. I've mentioned with both the prior albums that the band had a really lame superpower of sorts when it came to sequencing: whatever they did it just worked, and flowed naturally and seemed cohesive. I think the lack of that is a large factor in that strange feeling I have when listening to it.

I will be totally honest here and say I'd don't know if there's anyone I'd suggest listen to this album first, but I'd still say it's very much worth a listen eventually, and I'm certain that if you like the other albums, you'll enjoy this album. It just doesn't really provide quite as much as the others for me, and I don't think that's controversial.

So... Where do I start?

I was going to put a playlist of the most representative songs in their discography, but it ended up being dominated by tracks from The Queen Is Dead, so... Let's try this: I'll give you two track recommendations, two songs that are beloved in the fanbase in my experience, and a recommended path through the discography

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (Spotify Link || Apple Music Link || YouTube Link)

How Soon Is Now? (Spotify Link || Apple Music Link || YouTube Link)

If you preferred the first, I'd recommend starting with The Queen Is Dead, then otherwise going in chronological order. If you liked How Soon Is Now? better, I'd start with Meat Is Murder, then The Queen Is Dead, followed by The Smiths and ending with Strangeways, Here We Come.

#chaosincurate #the smiths #fuck morrissey #music #music reccs #music recommendation #indie music #post punk #music essay

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bazelgeuce · 2 years

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The more i think about it the less i think i'm actually an introverted person. Like sure, i'm not quick to open up to new people, i'm not one to prompt a conversation with a stranger, but i actively enjoy being social. I used to hate it but these days i find myself being energised by the thought of being able to see and talk to people.

Me being shy initially doesn't automatically make me introverted, because i Want to socialise. I Want to be someone who is remembered in a positive way. I do try to avoid certain situations, but that's where the confusing shit comes in, because it's no longer introverted vs extroverted, we now throw mental health into the mix.

Am i avoiding this situation because i'm introverted, just shy, or is it undiagnosed mental illness? I am almost certain at this point i have ADHD; there's also a chance it's Autism, but both of these would (and do) affect me in a social way, but not so obviously.

My coworkers would probably tell you that i'm really bubbly, funny, and approachable, and i'm your guy to go to if you have questions/need help. But if i'm in the middle of doing something, and you say something to me, don't think i'm ignoring you, i just think you're not talking to me. Say my name, get my attention, and it's all good! Sometimes, i'll have to ask you to repeat what you said, because the extra 5 seconds i need to process what you've said has failed and i didn't understand part of the sentence.

The little anxieties i had in childhood are no longer a concern. I don't have that worry of some kind of backlash when i say something weird or don't word something right. I don't feel pressured to perform for others based on imaginary standards that probably weren't even there in the first place. I'm not afraid to ask questions or asking someone to clarify when i don't understand what they mean anymore. I don't worry about others making fun of me for no reason.

I'm 23 now. I graduated high school when i was 17. It's been 6 years and i feel more like myself than ever before. I've fully embraced who i am and who i want to be, and that is not the depressed introverted kid dressed fully in black band t-shirts and jeans. That kid so desperately wanted to be part of the world, part of the fun, part of the group; they wanted to be understood, and they wanted to understand in return.

Spoiler Alert: they never understood, and no one understood them, at least the people around at the time didn't. Now, that's no longer true.

I don't understand jack shit. Maybe i never will. But what i do understand is that it's not important if others understand me or not, their opinions of me don't matter in my everyday. The villains and their minions aren't the main characters of stories, so why should they be the main character in mine? The people currently in my life do understand me, some more than others, and that's okay. I don't owe everybody every piece of me for them to like me. I don't require everybody to like me for me to feel satisfied with my life or feel happy for myself or confident. I just exist as i am, and everyone is okay with that. So can you.

That being said, and not derailed too hard, with the way the american education system works, it really fucks kids up in multiple ways. How many other kids like me feel this way? Were you introverted, or were you mentally ill and didn't know, just like me? Once i was no longer in that environment, it took a while to get used to being treated as an actual adult, not having to ask to get a drink or go to the bathroom in front of an entire class. All the other social aspects of the transition from child to adult take a while to get used to as well.

In short, am i an introvert? No, i don't think so, i'm just mentally ill, which makes it awkward sometimes. I think american school had a huge hand in that. I might be shy, but i'm far from being socially avoidant. Your experience in school is a very incorrect reflection of how the world actually works, and it was a relief to learn that through experience.

#it's jay shut up hour because i have So Many Things To Say #long post #i've been thinking about this for hours #i hope this makes sense it's taken me like 2hrs of on and off writing to get all this down #AND HEY you can literally see another big part of how ADHD affects me socially #i'm in the middle of making a point and i'll go off on a tangent that's kind of related but also not really #i know i kept bringing up school but like me being 23; my school experience is still like over half my life currently #so of course it'll be prominent #especially with the topic of growing up

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hashtag-anthems · 3 years

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Maybe I'll go into more detail on this later but I was in class last week and we were talking about how to incorporate social justice into our pedagogy and curriculum as math teachers (because there's a lot of people who think social justice doesn't belong in the math classroom and should be left to the social studies teachers and those people would be wrong)

So we were looking at the development of racial identity and how it's impacted by education because education is currently built on a lot of structures that stem from white supremacy and we were looking at a framework that lays out a lot of the cultural features of white supremacy and uh...

Let me just say that a lot of "cancel culture" and the anti mentality is really, disturbingly aligned with the cultural facets of white supremacy, and I don't think it's coincidental.

This is the pdf that our field instructor gave us to give us a foundation to build our discussion on: link to pdf.

This isn't to say that everyone who ascribes to these ideologies of cancel culture or antis is a white supremacist. I'm not making any statements on anyone's motivations or intentions here.

I just want to say that it's important to educate yourself on these things, because it's very easy to go into something with good intentions and find those who want to take advantage of that.

#hashtag rambles #do not let tumblr be your education on social justice #i say as i try to educate people on social justice using tumblr #basically i mean you need to go to sources outside of tumblr #reputable sources #and you know examine multiple sources and make informed decisions that way #and yes sometimes that means looking at sources you disagree with #so like this document isn't about any kind of hate groups or blatant hate actions #it's about cultural norms that stem from white supremacy #because these cultural norms are formed by placing increased importance on white ways of doing things #and enforcing these norms is a way of upholding white supremacy #just want to clarify that because my class was a little confused as well

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Liberal Arts - Chapter 6 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

thanks for the gif @abimess

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 7.115k

A/N: I can't believe it's almost over! By the way, most of you were really focused on the blackmail issue, it wasn't my original idea that was that relevant (it was just one of the factors in their break up), but that will be resolved! I hope you all are satisfied with the ending.

All Works Masterlist || Series Chapters || AO3

--/--

Chapter Six - Pictures of Sports, Runners and Happiness

You were in the middle of an explanation about light and shadow when you started to daydream in the middle of class.

This was becoming more common than you would like to admit.

Maybe it was a stubborn way your brain found to keep Wanda in your thoughts, even though it had been weeks since you last spoke to her.

Your attempt to sink into work and ignore the small promise you made to Nat to keep trying, proved to be very ineffective.

Because Wanda seemed to occupy your head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

"Professor, you are doing it again." The voice of one of your students brought you out of your mind, and the class let out a few giggles.

"Sorry guys." You muttered quickly. "Where did I stop?"

Fortunately, you were able to finish that class without any further interruptions.

And you were packing up your materials to leave for lunch when one of your students approached you at your desk.

"Hi, professor, how are you?" She asked a little uncertainly. "I know it's none of my business, but you've been acting strange in class. You get that dreamy, silent look on your face every time."

You felt your face heat up. "I'm sorry, Miss Bishop. It's some personal problems, I'll try not to do that anymore."

"No, no I'm not angry!" She quickly clarified half-heartedly. "It's just that you are my favorite teacher and I was wondering if you were sick or something. Not that I was watching you or anything, I'm not one of those stalkers. And I don't mean to be nosy either! I just-"

You cut in with a laugh, shaking your head. "It's okay, Kate. Thank you for worrying. I promise I'm not sick."

"That's a relief." She mumbles with a short laugh. Then she lets out a little exclamation. "I, uh, wanted to ask you something actually."

You raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"It's okay if you don't want to, but um, I kind of need an academic mentor, and well, you're the only teacher who doesn't hate me."

You frowned. "None of the teachers hate you, Miss Bishop."

She shrugged. "Don't worry, I don't care about that. I even give them a reason, after all I have set fire, accidentally of course, in the teachers' lounge once." She comments quickly and you look at her in surprise. "Was that before you came in? Well, anyway, that's all in the past. What I mean is, I'm going to participate in the sports nationals next week, but I just learned that I need at least one subject to put as a reason on the forms. And a mentor."

You heard about that. The vast majority of students choose math or English subjects as their title. You didn't understand exactly how the applications worked, but you knew that the math teacher kept complaining most of the time about the amount of students she was going to have to mentor.

"I understand that this was short notice, but I didn't think I needed it. And it's okay if you have another appointment, I can find-"

"No, Kate, I accept." You interrupt with a smile. "Actually, it's really cool that you thought of me for that."

She lets out a relieved laugh. And you finish putting the books in your backpack, starting to move outside, with her at your side. "Really"

"Of course." You say. "What do I need to do?"

"Just sign my application forms." She clarifies, still flustered by the fact that you had actually accepted the invitation. "And well, accompany me to the competition."

"Sure, no problem." You say. "When is it going to be?"

"Next week, at Kensington."

"How fancy." You joke, making her laugh. "Let's keep in touch about that, Kate. See you next class."

She thanks you one more time before you go your separate ways in the halls.

--//--

You kept Natasha hanging on about Wanda.

She kept bringing it up, trying to get you to make a decision, and you always made up some excuse and changed the subject.

And when Kate's competition came around, it must have been the first time you were leaving the house for anything other than work.

Because it was such a beautiful day, you decided to take your camera.

And of course Kate made a comment about this as soon as you arrived at the hall where the event was taking place.

They set up courts and gyms, but until the event started, you had the entire golf course area to enjoy. And the food was delicious.

"The camera suits you." Kate commented with a smile.

"Same for you and the bow." You return as you notice the equipment she was holding. "How did I never know you practiced that?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Well, I have no pictures using it."

"This is a great opportunity to change that, then." You joke, and she smiles in agreement.

As a mentor, you had to sign some things, and answer some questions. But at least you got a special badge and stayed in an air-conditioned tent.

There were many sports included in the competition, and you told Kate to feel free to go and talk to her friends and opponents, and that you would get to know the other people.

You really tried.

There were teachers from all over the world, as well as guests from far away countries. You think you saw celebrities, and there were lots of journalists.

You started to feel bored in a short time, though. The event was quite similar to those in galleries.

So you tried to distract yourself with your cell phone, and sent a picture of your bored expression to Natasha.

"Where are you, fancy girl?" she typed shortly after.

You quickly answered the place, and watched the three little dots of typing appear and disappear a few times before Nat finally answered.

"Don't panic, okay? But, I'm pretty sure Pietro is in that competition. And well, that means Wanda is too."

You widened your eyes, and were calling her the next second. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Nat sighed on the other end of the line. "Well, he's a runner, did you forget? This event is pretty big, there are people from all over NYU. Professor T'Challa mentioned he was going to London to mentor Pietro a few weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"Because every time I try to talk about Wanda you change the subject!" She returns. "Y/N, breathe, okay? You two are living in the same city, and you work for the same company. It's not like you're never going to see her again."

"But I didn't want to do that today, Nat!" You return looking around. "Shit, do you think Kate will notice if I hide in the tent until the event is over?"

Nat laughed on the other end of the line. "I swear to god, you're worse than my students. Bring it on, girlfriend! What's this? You need to handle this like an adult."

"I'd rather go home."

"I bet you would." She jokes. "Look, I need to go. The time zone is horrible and I'm exhausted. Call me tomorrow and tell me how your gay panic ended."

You mumble a curse before Nat hangs up.

Okay, your mission now was to avoid meeting Wanda at this event.

Your chances were high, after all, there must have been over a thousand people in this place.

//-//

You found Wanda in thirteen minutes.

Luckily, she didn't see you.

You, on the other hand, seemed to have seen only her and nothing else.

Stumbling over your own feet, you bumped into a waiter, who knocked over the drinks he was carrying and attracted the attention of half the surrounding guests.

You narrowly escaped the curious stares after muttering many apologies, and hid in the back of the main building.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to put it all together.

The announcement that the competitions were about to begin made you let out a disgruntled grumble.

The Archery Competitions were after the Swimming Competitions, but took place at the same time as the Weightlifting Competitions.

You had a little free time to avoid Wanda before you slipped into the mentoring tent and didn't leave until Kate started.

Then naturally, you bumped into Pietro on the way back.

"Y/N? Wow, how incredible to see you here!" He greeted with wide eyes.

You giggled awkwardly. "Yeah, incredible."

"We haven't spoken in so long, how are you?"

"Good, I think. And you?"

"Nervous as hell." He returned with a laugh. "I'm going to compete in a few minutes, I was just going to the locker room. I didn't know you were into sports."

"Not really." You say. "I'm here for work."

He looks at the camera in your neck, and you shake your head quickly. "Not photography. I'm mentoring one of the archery participants."

"Oh, I get it." He says. "Well, Professor T'Challa is around if you want to revisit your old co-workers." He jokes and then makes almost a grimace. "And there's someone else around too, outside, I think."

You swallow dryly, and look down at your feet. "Yeah, I... I don't think it's a good idea for me to talk to your sister right now."

He frowns, but the speaker announces the first call for participants, and he sighs. "Look I have to go. But, I think you should give it a try. Wanda is less tough than she looks, Y/N. And I'm sure she misses you."

"Thanks, Pietro." You mumble.

He smiles. "Anytime."

As he leaves, you turn toward the golf course.

But you hesitate at the second step, and make your way to the mentors' tent.

//-//

The Mentors tent was one of the biggest, and it had a good view of the other competition areas because it was on top of a small hill.

You could see where the Archery event was going to take place, and if you walked around a bit, you also had a good view of the makeshift tracks that were set up for the racers.

When Kate's trial started, you took amazing pictures.

It was strange shooting outdoors and in the sun, because it was nothing like your style of photography, but the result satisfied you anyway.

The most remarkable thing was Kate winning.

You took pictures of the gold medal, the trophies, and the smiling figure. And gave her an encouraging look when one of the Olympics judges came to talk to her.

The running competition started shortly afterwards, and you stepped away from the tent area to watch.

Using your camera to get a clear view, you smiled as you spotted Pietro running.

You also managed to photograph the moment he crossed the finish line, and hoped that you would be able to give the picture to him as he left the event.

And then you remembered Wanda.

Moving the lens, it didn't take long to find her in the crowd of people watching. Your breath caught. She looked so beautiful in her flowered dress.

You were so distracted that you almost dropped the camera when Kate came up beside you.

"Are you a race fan, Miss L/N?" She asked curiously. You laughed awkwardly.

"No, I'm not into any sports." You muttered. "But the pictures of the kids running look nice."

Kate murmured in agreement, and you quickly moved to show her the pictures you had taken of her competition.

"They look beautiful." She commented while holding the camera in her hands. You stood with your hands in your pockets, looking at the landscape, waiting for her to finish. "Is this your girlfriend?"

You gasped in surprise and turned your head to Kate. "What?"

She handed over the camera, it had gone back to the beginning of the gallery, a picture of Wanda, from last year. You felt your face heat up, and quickly took the camera back, hugging it against your chest. "I-I..."

"I didn't mean to be nosy, Professor." Kate spoke immediately. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

You shook your head, looking at the running test again, and Kate put it all together.

"She's here, isn't she?" she asked and you sighed, nodding. "Is this why you get so distracted in class?"

You massage your forehead. "Kate, don't worry about it okay?"

"I think you should talk to her." She insisted with a smile. "She looked happy in the photo. If you're not together anymore, at least say hi in respect to how you both used to feel when that picture was taken."

You bit the inside of your cheek, and then smiled at your student. "Since when did you become so wise, Miss Bishop?"

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I've always been brilliant, thank you."

You laughed too, shaking your head.

A group of young men called out to Kate and she nodded. "I have to join the others now. And we'll celebrate after here. If you'd like to come, that would be incredible."

"Thanks, Kate, but I think I'll decline. I still have some things to do. But congratulations again."

She smiled and left after that.

You took a deep breath divided between what to do next. Taking one last look at the picture in your camera, you could only remember Wanda's words on the roof.

You couldn't push away the guilt that you took the smile from that girl in the photograph and replaced it with the tears she shed.

So you turned your feet and walked towards the exit.

//-//

Valky heard that you were at that event through a magazine.

It was Sunday, and you were making lemonade when she called you.

"And I thought we were friends. Please tell me you have some new pictures for me."

You laughed at her falsely hurt tone when she mentioned that she hoped that if you went to a public event, you would at least briefly mention it to your boss.

"I have a few things, but it was nothing planned, so I don't know if you'll be able to use it." You tell her.

"Your exhibition is coming up, it's your last chance to add something besides that one picture."

You bite your lips. What is this insistent last chance thing the universe seems to be bringing it up to you.

"Take a look at the pictures, Valky. If you like them, you have my permission to display it. But it was you who said that one photograph is enough."

"And I keep my word because that picture is flawless." She returns with a laugh. "But as I told you before, dear, so is all your work. Send me the photos, and I'll make a decision."

You sent the event photos as soon as you got back to your room, but Valky refused to give you an answer.

"Surprise will do you good." It was the only thing she said.

Agatha came back from the grocery store with purchases and you forgot about it for the time being.

--//--

Your exposure was indeed in short order.

Two weeks after that, you were checking your party suit in front of a mirror.

Agatha appeared at your bedroom door to let you know that the chauffeur of the limousine that Valky insisted you take, had already arrived.

"Should I have chosen a dress?" You ask unsurely, making Agatha smile.

"You look amazing, dear." She says approaching you to straighten your tie. As she does so she has an almost nostalgic expression. "Your mother would be so proud."

It is your turn to smile. "Her first exhibition was in Asgard too, wasn't it?"

Agatha nods in agreement. "That's where she met your father."

You murmured in understanding, and Agatha finished her tie, but held your shoulders. "I know you and him didn't get along, but he loved you in the way he could. And he would be proud, too."

"Sometimes love isn't enough, Agatha." You return. "Actions count more than what we say we feel, don't you think?"

She smiles, and strokes your cheek. "You are so grown up, Y/N. I hope you believe your words, and do something about your relationship with the woman you love."

You let out a short laugh. "Good move, Miss Harkness."

She walks you to the car, and you comment on how the choice of purple dress was perfect for her.

Agatha laughs embarrassedly when you say that she might end up meeting someone interesting at the party.

On the way to the gallery, Natasha sent several messages of encouragement, and said she missed you.

You sent her a picture of you and Agatha in party clothes and she typed that you looked like movie stars.

The gallery was very crowded.

Valky really made it big.

Journalists, special guests, and the biggest names in photography were there.

She liked to call it your return to the world of photography, even though technically you had never left.

But you think she believed that just because you were teaching now, that it was a kind of retirement.

"I'm going to start drinking before people start asking how old I am." Agatha warned as soon as you guys got out of the car, making you laugh. "See you around, honey."

She waved goodbye, and you noticed a few guests looking at her on the way to the bar. Agatha was in for a long night.

You made your way inside, politely greeting a few people and journalists, until you finally found Loki and Thor in the crowd.

"You look stunning, Y/N." Loki commented charmingly, moving closer to kiss your cheek. You just giggled awkwardly, complimenting the brothers.

Noticing that they were alone, you quickly asked about the dates you saw last time. Thor looked upset.

"Jane and I took a break." He recounted. "I think I rushed things too much."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Thor." You spoke, but he forced a laugh.

"Don't worry, I can fix it." He assures. "When I get back to the States, I'll ask her out again."

You nodded in understanding. "And Mobius?"

Loki took a long sip of champagne. "He's in Alaska."

You frowned in surprise, but Loki quickly clarified with a laugh. "We're not in a fight or anything. But he loves to ski, and there's some kind of competition going on right now. I said I wanted to be here to support a friend with her photography, and he went without me."

"And Loki is pretending he's not hurt." Thor sneered, and his brother grimaced.

"I'm not hurt!" He denied stubbornly. "We can stay apart."

The blond just laughed, sipping from his cup. You watched the interaction with amusement.

The exhibition started only when the gallery was considerably full, and most of the guests had a glass of champagne in hand.

Valky found you in the crowd, and led you to the center of the room where the first picture was displayed.

There was a curtain covering all the photos she chose to display, and you would pull the first one for the rest of the team to pull the others, starting the exhibit.

Everything was fine until you met Wanda's eyes across the room.

"Would you kill me if I changed my mind?" You whispered in Valky's ear, making her laugh.

"In front of three hundred reporters? Without any hesitation." She returns, but seeing your paleness, she squeezes your forearm gently. "Breathe, okay? The work is incredible. You just need to pull the curtain off and smile. And when they compliment you, say thank you."

You just nod, and Valky moves to announce the exhibition.

Y/N L/N's return to the world of photography is part of her speech.

You want to run away. Wanda is right there, a few rows away, wearing a gold dress and looking so beautiful you almost forget to breathe.

"Y/N?" Valky calls out, and for what seems like the second or third time. You blink out of your daydream, but the audience seems to think it's funny.

Swallowing dryly, you touch the handle of the curtain before announcing to the hall. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My first photograph was taken last fall."

You take a deep breath, and pull back the curtain.

Barely absorbing the loud round of applause and impressed sighs, you look down from the camera flashes.

The other curtains fall, and you see a photo of Pietro running, an honorable mention photo of your father, and one of your mother before you excuse Valky and leave the room.

As you walk out onto the terrace, Wanda freezes.

A couple greets her. "What was it like working with the incredible, Y/N L/N?

And there are journalists appearing next, and the flashes make her jump in fright.

Valky is stepping into the crowd and pulling her to the center in the next moment: "I wanted it to be a surprise, but you and Y/N are terrible with journalists I see." She whispers quickly into the girl's ear. "Just smile and wave."

But Wanda could barely react.

People continued to comment on the pictures, praising both the photographer and the model, and Valky tried to guide the whole thing.

"Please feel free to look at the next works, the buffet will be served in ten minutes." She announced at last, and Wanda could relax with the flashes dismissed.

Valky turned to her with concern, "I'm sorry, Wanda, I didn't know this would be your reaction to the photo. I thought you would be happy-"

"When did she give it to you?"

"A few months ago, I think. Why?"

"She didn't..." Wanda started and took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. "I never saw that picture before. She didn't tell me she was going to be exhibiting a picture of me, I didn't-"

"Hey, she asked me to keep it a secret." Valky spoke up, her hands on Wanda's shoulders trying to calm her down. "She almost didn't want to display it, she said it was the most special photo she had. It was when she showed it to me that I asked for your phone number, and said I'd love to work with you."

Wanda frowned in confusion. "So she didn't recommend me?"

Valky gave a chuckle. "Well, yes and no? I was interested in you when I saw the photo, all Y/N did was give the number I asked for and the link to your portfolio. The rest was all your talent."

Wanda sighed. "Do you know when she took that picture?"

Valky shook her head, and Wanda ran her hand over her face. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, so I won't pry. But I think, something so beautiful, should be shown to the world. But I understand if you want to take it down..."

"No, Valky, that's not it!" Cuts the other girl off. "I was just surprised. It's her work, she can exhibit it if she wants to."

"Well, it's still your face." Valky returns. "And what a beautiful face you have dear."

Wanda shakes her head in embarrassment, and Valky comments something about her getting modeling jobs if she wanted, but Wanda is barely listening.

"I should try to quiet the gossip about Y/N running off in the middle of the event, so excuse me." That was the last thing the older woman said before leaving the other one alone.

There were a few people around, trying to get a better look at the main photo, and Wanda stepped back a little to allow that.

She stood there, trying to understand exactly what had happened.

The couple in front of her moved away, and she got a clear view of the photo again, and swallowed dryly.

She has no idea when it was taken, but she recognizes the university. It's just her, caught in the middle of a laugh. She thinks you probably took it from your apartment window because it looked like the front garden where she insisted on studying because she liked being close to you.

It's the perfect shot of the moment she giggles. The exact second her eyes light up with joy.

It is perfect not because it is her face, but because she looks happy.

Looking at the title, she chokes softly. In Sokovian, the name was described "Moya dorogaya: Prichina moyego schast'ya (My darling: The reason for my happiness).

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears. She looked one last time at the picture before walking away, intent on finding you.

--//--

"Of course you exhibited a picture of me without warning me and just ran away."

That was the first thing Wanda said upon finding you on the terrace, and you jumped out of your seat in fright, mentally rehearsing your apology.

Angry was the last thing she was, but from the way she approached you, you figured she was furious.

"I know, I'm sorry, I should have asked." You started off clumsily.

"When did you take it?" Wanda interrupted your apology, looking at you intently.

You scratched the back of your neck absently. "Promise not to think I'm weird?"

"No."

You wanted to laugh, but just replied, "The day after we went out for the first time. I know I shouldn't, but I went out to get some air on the porch, and you were outside with your friends, and I thought it wouldn't do any harm." You tell and think it best to finish before you lose your nerve. "I just thought you looked as beautiful as the day I first saw you, and I promise that was the only one I took. I didn't mean to be a stalker or anything! I took it and ended up forgetting about it, and then we happened and that was the only picture I had, except it turned out to mean something completely different and-"

"What did it mean?"

You let out an incredulous sigh. "What do you think?"

But Wanda doesn't hesitate. "I want to hear you say it."

You took a deep breath. “It's about what you make me feel, Wanda. From the moment I laid eyes on you, it was like having light in my life again. That's why photography is so sunny, unlike anything I took before. It's about the happiness that I feel by your side."

Wanda swallows dryly, looking hesitantly at the floor. You think she is trying not to cry.

"You can't say what you want to say to me, can you?" She tries unsurely, and you let out an emotional laugh.

"I can, actually." You speak, taking a step toward her. "I love you, Wanda."

She raises her eyes with reddened cheeks, and you smile, shrugging.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to say it, even though I've felt it for so long." You say, and she shakes her head softly.

"Perfect timing." She murmurs, and then smiles at you, before moving closer and entwining her arms around your neck.

You hug her around the waist, and relax as you feel her sink her face into your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Please don't hurt me again." She whispers. You hug her tighter. "I won't survive."

"I promise I won't." You speak and find it best to look into her eyes, so you break the embrace to place your hands on her cheeks. "I promise I will make you as happy as you make me."

Her eyes sparkle from tears, and you smile at her. Wanda raises her hands to yours on her cheek.

"I'd like to go on a date with you." She says, and you let out a relieved laugh.

"Yeah, I'd like that too sweetheart."

Wanda smiles and moves closer to kiss your cheek.

As she pulls away, she removes your hands from her face, but keeps one of them entwined in hers.

She gives you a complacent look, and you really don't mind running away from the party to go out with her.

//--//

You end up in a small bakery.

It's much better than the last date, especially since you don't let go of Wanda's hand, and she smiles at you in a way that makes your heart beat fast.

You talk about everything and nothing.

And when you are sharing a sweet muffin, she comments:

"Why didn't you talk to me at the sporting event?"

You let out a clumsy laugh, stroking her hand on the table with your thumb. "Because I was in a panic."

"To speak to me?" She asked, confused and amused.

You shrugged clumsily. "I was embarrassed, I guess. I didn't think you wanted to talk to me anymore."

She shakes her head and places her free hand over yours.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you that day." She begins. "I wanted to hurt you.It was childish, I should have said I didn't want you to go anywhere."

You sigh. "No, Wanda, I deserved it. You had to get that off your chest. And now, we can move on."

"About that, I think we should take it slow." She comments and you nod in understanding. "It's just, we started so fast and burned out too. I don't want to go through that again."

"I agree, darling." You say and smile as you intertwine your hand in hers. "This time, we will make it work. I'll love you the right way."

She bites back a smile with flushed cheeks. She leans on the table with a mischievous look. "But it doesn't have to be so slow."

"Oh, really?" You return in the same tone, your eyes falling to her lips. "How slow are we going to move?"

"Kissing is allowed." She says looking between your mouth and your eyes. " Holding hands, cuddling."

You smiled mischievously, and moved closer. Wanda thought you were going to kiss her and closed her eyes, holding her breath in anticipation. But you diverted your mouth to her cheek. You kissed her skin and she sighed. You didn't pull away, whispering in her ear, "Is making you cum on my fingers off limits, then?"

She choked softly. "Behave." She warned breathlessly, and you pulled away with a low chuckle.

"I missed you, Wanda." You declare after a moment, as she normalizes her breathing and you rest your chin on your hand, watching her adoringly. "I missed us."

"Me too, you have no idea." She returned shyly. "Damn, I can't believe this is actually happening."

You smiled at the unexpected confession. "Are you happy?"

She nods quickly, and you think that's enough.

You spend the afternoon at the bakery, and it's the best you've felt in a long time.

Valky texts about the two of you disappearing and her having to deal with all the press by herself, but your cell phone is on silent.

It's late, and most establishments have closed by the time you two call it a night.

"Can I take you home?" You asked as you circled her waist while you both spun smoothly on the sidewalk, and Wanda threw her arms around your neck, making a thoughtful expression.

"It depends." She says, and you make a noise with your mouth. "Will you behave?"

"I always behave."

She laughs softly, and you kiss her cheek, once, twice, until she sighs and agrees.

You take a cab, and you are doing your best to behave as Wanda has asked, but it is very difficult when she keeps looking so beautiful just existing.

She is in the middle of a sentence when you kiss her on the mouth, unable to control your own impulse. She gasps, and kisses you back.

But you pull away the next moment, with a hoarse laugh. "I'm sorry, it's not polite to interrupt."

Wanda just stares at you with her eyes darkened, and her breathing out of rhythm. "Stop apologizing and kiss me again."

You smiled and obeyed. There are no words to describe how much you missed the feeling.

Her lips were soft and hungry against yours. And things were definitely getting too heated for the back seat of a cab, so you slowed the pace of the kiss, and let out a chuckle at Wanda's disgruntled grumble as you pulled away.

"Darling, we're not alone." You reminded her quietly.

"That never stopped you before." She returned in a husky voice, and you raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to behaving? Or taking it slow?" You teased, your hand against her thigh and your breath against her lips.

She sighed loudly, and sank her face into your neck, trying to calm herself. "Fuck, you're right."

She kissed your skin softly, and you squeezed her thigh, making her gasp. "Wanda?"

"Okay, okay, we can do this." She spoke as she pulled her face away from your neck. "But you need to stop kissing me like that."

You bit back a smile. "And how am I supposed to kiss you?"

"I have no idea." She confesses breathlessly.

The cab arrives at your destination the next moment, and you pay the embarrassed driver because Wanda can't even look at him from awkwardness.

"One glass of wine, and you're off." Wanda warns as she works with the keys.

"Yes, ma'am."

You don't even get to open the wine.

When you enter the apartment, you make a comment about her getting a really nice place. And she closes the door, leaves her purse on the floor, and takes off her shoes.

She walks to the kitchen, to get the glasses and wine, and you're unable to look away, watching the curve of the dress on her perfect ass and the way the hem rises a little when she leans over to get the glasses.

She was explaining about how she got this place with Valky's help, and that she was doing fine without her father's help because of the Asgard contract, when you can't stop looking at her mouth.

And Wanda realizes that, because she is losing track of the conversation quickly, until all that comes out of her mouth is a small sigh.

You bite back a smile."We're totally going to have sex now, aren't we?"

She just nods and you are already stepping closer, kissing her with passion as your hands hold her face.

Wanda melts against you, responding with the same intensity.

It's messy and passionate, and you gasp against each other's mouths, until your hands are reaching down and squeezing her ass, making her sigh. You grab her to place her on the kitchen counter, and the kisses don't get any more innocent.

Wanda entwines her legs around your waist, not parting your mouths, her tongue slowly and sensually moving against yours. Your hands go up the inside of her dress, scratching her thighs, and she does the same with the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling gently to gain more control of the kiss.

As you move up along her inner thigh, she pulls on your hair softly, breaking the kiss as she bites your lip and tugs, making you moan lowly.

"Bedroom." She asks in a husky voice, and you pull your hands away to grasp her waist and lead her through the apartment.

Wanda struggles to guide the way with you kissing her neck, and you end up in breathless kisses many times in the hallway until you finally reach the bedroom.

You lay her down on the bed, falling on top of her, and Wanda squirms under you, sighing with her eyes closed at the feel of your lips on her neck.

You tease the skin, kissing and sucking and applying pressure that will mark her, and Wanda does nothing but sigh deeply, pushing her hips against you.

Your hands come down, working on her dress. You can barely contain yourself, pulling the fabric hard and revealing her breasts.

Wanda chokes as you envelop her nipple in your mouth, the other in your hand, teasing the hardened tips with your fingers and tongue.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She complains, and she is right. You haven't even taken your suit jacket off.

And pulling away with a soft grumble to take it off, she takes the opportunity to look at you.

"Enjoying the show, darling?" You tease working on the buttons. Wanda doesn't answer, lifting her body to kiss you again, and you laugh softly at her impatience.

With your shirt half open, you kiss again with the intensity as your thigh fits between her legs.

Wanda flinches, choking in mid-kiss as she tries to increase the friction by pressing her hips against your thigh. You smile into her mouth, using one hand to lift her thigh and increase your reach, while your other hand wraps around her breast again.

"Baby, you're dripping against my jeans." You tease as you feel the wetness on your thigh. Wanda whimpers, forcing her hips in an unclenched rhythm.

"Just touch me at once please." She asks between kisses, and you move the hand that held her leg open against you up the inside of her thigh.

The material of her panties is ruined, but you tease her clit over the cloth, and she squirms with pleasure, her nails sinking into your lower back.

"Stop teasing me." She begs breathlessly, and you thrust superficially into her, smiling the way she chokes on a moan. "Please."

You kiss her softly, and Wanda sighs. Before she can even prepare, you move the fabric of her panties aside and you sink two fingers against her hot center.

You both moan at the contact. Wanda is so tight, warm, and wet against your fingers. You slip inside without difficulty. She digs her nails into your back, and you wait for her to get used to the sensation before moving.

It doesn't take long before she does, kissing you again as she moves her hips, urging you to continue.

You smile against her lips, removing your fingers only to sink them again, beginning to thrust them in a torturously slow and deep rhythm inside her.

Wanda becomes a mess of moans and whimpers within seconds. "God, I need..." She starts between one gasping moan and another. "Faster darling."

You shake your head gently, watching her with adoration. "No, baby. Didn't you want us to take it slow? I'm taking it slow."

"Fuck." She whimpered, trying to force her hips against your fingers. But you let out a hoarse laugh, holding her waist in place.

"Behave." You warned, pressing her clit with your thumb. Wanda threw her head back, moaning loudly. "You're doing so good, baby. Making a mess on my fingers."

You could feel the way she was tightening against you, her pussy clenching into nothingness every time you took your fingers out. The slow rhythm made Wanda squirm, whimpering for her release. You kissed her mouth again, sliding your tongue against her at the same speed as you thrust inside her.

It was enough for her to start to spasm. You bit her lower lip, and decided to speed up your thrusts, and Wanda moaned loudly against your mouth, unable to match any kiss.

She climaxed the next moment, arching her back with your name coming out in a muffled scream.

You almost cum just with only the image.

As she calmed down, you removed your fingers, and brought them to your mouth. Groaning softly as you tasted her on your tongue, Wanda watched you with darkened eyes.

When you made mention of going down her body, however, she grabbed your forearm.

You were about to ask what's wrong, but she kissed you with intensity, and spun you on the bed gently until she was on top.

"Let me make you feel good." She asked as she moved her lips away from yours to kiss your cheek, and then your neck.

Her quick fingers worked with the last buttons of your shirt as she kissed her way down your exposed chest.

You bit your lips, watching her curiously, but Wanda just kissed your breasts over your bra before continuing all the way where you needed her the most.

She kissed your stomach before pulling away to unbuckle your belt.

You wriggled impatiently beneath her, watching her smile.

"Don't tease." You warn, and she bites back a grin as she pulls your pants and underwear out.

With you finally exposed to her, Wanda gasps, kissing your thighs slowly.

You let out a groan, and bring your hands to her hair, gripping it a little tightly.

"Wanda." You warn, and she gasps with her eyes ajar, glowing with mischief. Her smile is sinful.

"Is not fun when it's with you, baby?" she teases and you clench your jaw, tugging at her hair slightly causing her to choke and clench her thighs together as she rests her hands on your thighs.

"Stop teasing. Last warning."

She nods and without breaking eye contact finally leans her face against you, and licks your pussy gently.

You gasp, the grip on her hair losing its strength for a second. Wanda repeats the motion, and you have to fight not to roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Go on." You guide with a husky voice, watching her. Her cheeks are red, but she licks you shamelessly. Tasting you, and sucking you like it's her last meal. "Damn, baby, what a talented mouth."

Wanda murmurs against your pussy, sliding her tongue into your folds, and you close your eyes, squirming against her.

"Fuck, that feels so good." You gasp with your eyes closed, feeling her work her tongue against your clit. "Don't stop baby."

She doesn't stop. Not even after you start trembling under her, and cum on her tongue with a throaty moan.

You have to pull the hair gently to Wanda to pull away from your pussy with an affected sigh.

"Come here." You ask and she climbs up quickly, landing her legs on each side of your hips as she brings your face closer to hers.

You moan softly as you taste yourself on her tongue, and Wanda is ready for another, rubbing her hips against yours.

"Naughty." You remark as you realize her intentions, holding her waist to control her movements, and drawing a soft gasp from her.

"Tired yet?" She tasted, making you chuckle. Your hands began to move her hips against you, controlling the speed, and Wanda squirms with a deep sigh, dripping against your belly.

"Baby I haven't even started." You tell her. It's your only warning for the long night you're going to have.

--//--

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