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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Fourth Member? -P.G

Also known as Gender Reveal (3)!

Summary: Your daughter tells your husband she wants a sibling

"¡Helena María, vamos no queremos llegar tarde!" You heard your husband yell as you grabbed the car keys and headed towards the door to stand next to him.

Helena had been in the primary school for a whole two months now, she loved it and whilst Pablo and you didn't loved it so much because it took your babygirl away for a bit, you enjoyed it because when Pablo didn't had early trainings, it gave you a few hours for the both of you. Like old times before Lena.

Pablo and Helena were insperable, she was his whole life, the girl of his eyes, she knew she had her dad wrapped around her little finger and she loved it, always getting a new toy or her favorite cake at times when she wasn't supposed to eat any kind of sweets; he was always involved of everything that happened around her and of course around you, the woman of his life, his big love.

Bless him, he always loved to take care of Lena, when she was born he would always help you during the midnight hours when she would wake up for everything, taking up some of your shifts because "You had her for eight months inside of you, taking care, growing her and loving her. Let me make it up to you a bit", only showing up when he figured Lena needed her momma's milk.

You were actually a bit grateful with him because of it but on the other side felt a bit bad because he had trainings and sometimes showed up tired to it, gaining a back pat from Xavi who knew the feeling the youngman was feeling.

Thankfully, Lena was less troublemaker outside your tummy, after the fourth month she started sleeping more in the nights only really waking up from a nap change or breastfeeding, allowing you both to get good night sleep and during the day she loved watching you do "House-doing-things" and being close to you.

She also had loved playing with the toys her uncles, aunties, dad, grandparents gave her. And Pablo whenever he had a free time, got himself as a little kid too, acted and played with Lena for hours, you eventually, after getting everything done, join them. It was way easier as time passed, you and Pablo coordinating yourselves without even speaking, managing to have time for you both together, leaving Lena with her grandparents, teaching her how to walk, talk, play and such things, in the blink of an eye she was already four and had two months in to primary school.

She may have four years old but she definitely gained your intelligence.

You remembered the nerves of Lena and the anxious and scary feeling Pablo and you had. She, at the end of the day, was consoling the two of you as she tried to go and start her little class.

"We're such a mess" You said in the passenger seat, your husband and you cleaning your tears

"Damn right we are" Pablo nodded in agreement grabbing your hand in his "But that's our little babygirl, we can be whatever we want to be" You laughed watching him lift your up to his lips and kiss it

"I'm here, mommy!" She said extending her hand as she had grabbed her pink backpack "Wanted to leave Mr.Pickles sleeping in the good way so when he wakes up he doesn't have any kind of ashe" You smiled

"Ache" You corrected her lightly

"Ah?"

"The correct way to say it is 'ache', amor"

"Yeah, eso" You laughed picking her up in your waist and smoching her with kisses as she giggled

"C'mon, mis chicas lindas, we gonna be late" Pablo said kissing Lena's cheek and your lips quickly. Pablo opened Lena's door as you settled her in her seat

"Nice and done" She murmured the same thing you always say after buckling her

"Nice and done, señorita" She laughed as you let out a little smile and closed the door, turning around to see Pablo watching you both with a smile on as he opened the passenger door for you.

You got inside the car, giving Pablo a little kiss on his lips, he jogged up to the drivers side and got inside the car starting it. His hand inmediately found its way to your thigh Lena started singing/murmuring to the songs she knew or recognized from the radio but then she started telling you how excited she was for going to her class today because she was going to see her friend, Melissa and how they got this deal of trading half of their midmorning snacks with each other.

"That's why you asked me for another sandwich?" She guilty smiled as you shook your head lightly "Remember you're allergic to tomatoes, Lena. Let her know that or ask for your teacher if she can check Melissa's food. We don't want any accident to happen" She nods

"Yes, mommy" You leaned to look at her, her brown wavy hair, tied up in a cute ponytail, her white porcelan skin, her little rosy lips, her nose and her big brown eyes, big as yours and her fathers color.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" You asked catching both, Lena and Pablo off guard.

Lena blushed, making in her cheeks appear a beautiful rosy color

"Just like mommy, isn't that right?" Pablo spoke for the first time in a while

"No! Mommy's prettier!" She exclaimed, the three of you laughing

"We're here, ladybug" Pablo said turning off the engine, as he got out, you grabbed Lena's backpack, then you felt your door being open It made you smile instantly

"You shouldn't have to"

"I do have to. Gotta keep charming you for the rest of our lives, amor" He opened Lena's door as well. He got her out as you closed the doors and eventually the car. "Ready to smash today's class, ladybug?" She nodded excited in her dad's arms.

Pablo grabbed your hand in his free one, you carried Lena's backpack in your other one and the three of you made your way towards the kinder doors.

"Te queremos, mi amor" Pablo said kissing her cheek "Que te vaya bien" She kissed his cheek back "And remember, boys are gross"

"Boys are gross"

"¡Pablo!" You pinched his bicep "Boys aren't gross, mi niña"

"No, they are for you right now, Helena. You don't wanna give daddy a heart attack"

"No" She shook her head

"If a boy comes up to you, you say..."

"You're my friend" You say at the same time Helena speaks

"Boys are gross" She said smling at Pablo "No mommy, that's not wright!"

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the winning smile of Pablo. "Te queremos, cuídate, ¿Sí?" You asked kissing her cheek "Go and smash those classes, have a good time" You watch as Pablo sets her down and you give her, her backpack

"Love you mommy, love you daddy! Don't miss me too much, see you in a while!" She said running a bit towards the doors being met by her teacher. Both, you and Pablo waved her goodbye with a smile

"Where the fucking hell she got the idea we won't miss her too much?" He asked making you laugh lightly

"I don't really know but I already do miss her... A lot"

"You're not the only one, mi amor"

...

"My little ladybug!" Pablo said as soon as she got out, running into his arms "How was today?" He waved the professor with his hand and a polite smile on walking backwards towards his car, quickly buckling the four year old girl and jogging to the drivers seat

"It was great! Meli loved the sandwich mommy made! Her momma made her nuggets so she gave me some, she had a red souce, I asked the teacher and she told me it was tomato so I told her I couldn't eat that instead she gave me a bit of her apple juice!"

"That sounds yummy, ladybug" He smiled "What did you learned today?"

"We started reading! It was cool! I did it reslly great since Mommy's been helping me with it, the teacher said I was one of the best!" Pablo's eyebrows lifted as he smiled at her

"Congratulations, my ladybug! You're so smart! My bonita and smart hija" Pablo turned his head quickly and blew her kisses

"She even gave me a star in my book!"

"Let's see that beautiful star!" He said as soon as he stopped at a red light. Helena searched for her book and showed it to Pablo "Congratulations, keep going this way, Lena! And three hearts" Pablo said smiling "So proud of you, ladybug. Mommy will be all over the moon, she will hang it on the fridge. Wanna hang it on the fridge, ladybug?"

But Pablo was met with silence"Ladybug?" Nothing "Lena?" Still nothing. His hand reached back focused on the road as the light changed "Helena" His warning tone made the young girl snap back her eyes to her fathers figure "Talk to me, mi niña. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, daddy" Pablo nodded, still not sure about her response, he decided to leave her be. That was until Pablo parked on your garage. He turned off everything and took off his seatbelt. "Hit me with it, young lady. What's the matter?" Pablo said serious turning around to see his babygirl

"Nothing's wrong, daddy" Pablo nodded "Yeah and I'm stupid" Helena's eyebrows went up a bit "I'll put five euros on your piggy, I know. Tell me what's up?" Helena sighed before looking at Pablo

"I just- I saw Melissa with her older brother today, it remind me of mommy with uncles and you with auntie... Melissa told me, she always had fun with him, they played peek-a-boo and he helped her with things she couldn't do or didn't knew, I want one. I wanna have a little brother o little sister, to keep me company and play around with. I wanna take care of them too and they of me. Being alone isn't fun, daddy" She pouted and Pablo's heart swelled with love.

She was so innocent and so pure. He hoped she never lost that touch, that characterized her.

"You want a little sister o brother?" Pablo asked watching Melissa nod excited "Let me talk with mommy about it, see what she thinks and once I talked with her, I'll let you know the answer. Yeah?" She nods once more now with a smile on her face "Now" Pablo said a bit more serious "Don't you ever think that I would get mad, bothered or anything for the matter if somethings bothering you. Neither does your mom. We love you and we want the best for you, always. You can always talk to us, always. And we never gonna judge you or be mad at you" Helena smiled and nodded

Eventually, Pablo got himself and Helena out of the car into the house, being greet by music and your crazy dancing while cooking lunch

"Wanna join mom?" Pablo asked Helena as she nodded the three of you dancing to some random song that was on the radio.

The night fell and Helena was already put asleep by Pablo when he came to the kitchen as you were cleaning up everything.

You felt arms hugging you from behind and a chin rested on your shoulder.

"Amor" He called you softly as you hummed drying the used plates "Helena's asking for a sibling"

"What?" He laughed nodding slightly

"She told me she wanted a baby brother or sister this morning when I picked her up from primary school" You smiled

"That little" You shook your head

"I told her I would talk with momma about it. She said she felt really lonely, that she doesn't enjoy being alone and that she wants a baby sibling to love and tale care of, just like Aurora with me and you and your brothers" You smiled turning around

"Are you okay with having another kid?"

"I told you we needed to plan baby number 2 when Helena was born" You smiled remembering the moment "I always want more with you, mi amor" He kissed your cheek as your hands went to his neck "Never said anything because we were learning and a bit busy adjusting our lives, but I can imagine ourselves going through all of it again"

"The mood swings, the attitude, the cravings, everything?"

"Everything" He spoke joining your foreheads "Who knows we could maybe have this time a little me running around? Or another little you? Both? I'm happy with what we have right now but I would love to have more kids with you though and now that I think about it, I can't see anything better fitting the three of us than a fourth member to our family. And we are in the best timing ever, season will be ending soon, we can enjoy our time together and I will always be there for you both, or three if we've baby already in the oven by the time" He laughs "I'll always make time for my family, always have and always will, you more than anyone know that"You smiled.

"I have thought about it too. Whenever I see you with Helena actually which is almost all the time" You laughed

"She has me wrapped around her finger" You laugh nodding

"And me too, we can't deny it" He kissed your cheek "I would love to give you another kid and give Lena a baby sibling" He smiled

"Are you up for practicing now?" You laugh

"Gotta finish drying these dishes first"

"None of that" Pablo shook his head "That's already done, we gotta give our babygirl the sibling she wants and the boy I'm hoping for"

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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How They React to Their SO Getting Sick - BNHA

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is the epitome of tough love, I feel that his parents did try to take care of him when he was sick but he didn't want to take it, he was going to fight this illness on his own! ~ You had gotten poorly over the weekend, so when Monday came around, you had let Aizawa know that you were ill and were stuck in bed watching YouTube with tissues littering your covers, a sign of your cold. ~ Sniffling softly, you settled down to try and nap for a little while, trying to take a break from the discomfort. ~ BANG ~ Shooting back up in bed, causing your headache to worsen quickly. Moving your gaze to the door, flinching at the light coming from the hallway of the dorm building, seeing the halo of light around a certain angry Pomeranian. ~ "What the hell babe!?" Katsuki shouted, causing you to wince at the volume. "Why weren't you in class!?" ~ Taking a look around your room, seeing the bottles of cold medicine, the tissues and your weak form in bed, he put the pieces together. ~ He also saw you had flinched at the light and his shouting, so he quickly shut the door and made his way towards you, trying his hardest to be quiet (which was very difficult for him). ~ Kneeling down next to your bed, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling for a fever and not finding one. ~ Sighing a small sigh of relief, Katsuki pulled back and began working, he put on your favourite show, letting you snuggle up and went away, telling you he'd be right back. ~ Hurrying down to the communal kitchen, he found a can of your favourite soup and, whilst he would have preferred to make it from scratch, this would have to do, he began to cook. ~ He boiled the kettle for a cup of hot water with honey and lemon, knowing you hadn't drank or eaten anything, potentially for most of the weekend! ~ He silently scowled as he moved around the kitchen, he knew you were sick now, but he was mad at himself for not noticing sooner, thinking back on it now, he should have noticed you getting weaker, he'd spent the whole weekend with you! ~ Thinking that he was a shitty boyfriend, he stepped up his cooking game, bringing you up soup, honey and lemon and some of your favourite, softer snacks, nothing that would irritate your throat. ~ Shuffling into your room, he set down your food and snuggled next to you, waving away your protests of 'you'll get sick'. He didn't care. ~ "I'm gonna help you make this cold your bitch, babe!" He whisper shouted.

Izuku Midoriya

Baby Green Bean would just panic, I also feel like before he'd do anything to help you, he would observe you, take notes and then research the crap out of whatever it is to find the best and quickest ways to help you feel better! ft. Mama Inko!

~ When you realised you were sick, just a tummy bug, you text Izuku, knowing he would overthink your absence and you didn't want him panicking. ~ Little did you know, as soon as he got that text message, he was panicking. ~ He had gone to visit his mom for the weekend and now he was running around the apartment, his poor mother chasing him, asking him what was wrong. ~ "Mom! (y/n)'s sick! What do I do!? I- I wanna help but what if I do something and it makes it worse!?" He continued to ramble on about how he had never taken care of someone before, he'd never had a sick significant other because he'd never had a significant other in the first place! ~ His mom tried to calm him down, asking, how you were sick, he responded that you thought it was just an upset stomach. ~ "Oh, Izu, that's an easy fix, let's make a bit of a care package for them, they might not want you around too much if their stomach's queasy." ~ And that's what they did, Izuku worked on making a flask of ginger tea and packing some broth, his mom was at the store, buying you some sports drinks for hydration and some crackers, applesauce and bananas, if you're able to handle the fluids. ~ Packing everything in a cooler, Izuku kissed his mom goodbye, thanked her for her help and set off back to the dorms. ~ Knocking on your door, he waited to hear you let him in, fully expecting you to not respond and instead just leave his care package outside your door, but you let him in. ~ "Hi sweetie," He whispered, seeing you're eyes bleary, presumably just waking up from a nap. ~ He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, fully aware from reading an article on the train over, that an upset stomach can also cause skin sensitivity and muscle aches. ~ You gave him a soft, weak smile. Izuku placed the cooler next to your bed, "My mom and I made you a care package, just a couple things to help you feel better." He smiled at you, stroking your hair out of your face. ~ You blushed a little at the amount of care your boyfriend was showing you, but thanked him and asked him to thank Inko for you, he agreed and went to leave. ~ You reached out and held onto his sleeve as he was leaving, "Stay?" You asked quietly, needing the human contact. ~ Smiling a big smile, Izuku nodded and tucked himself in bed next to you, pulling up the show the two of you had been watching together. ~ "Of course I'll stay sweetie! I'll always stay."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto I think would be panicking but only on the inside, obviously when you're not feeling well, you're his main priority, but he doesn't know what to do! He'll sit and panic on his own and then try his hardest to help you, not doing too great…

~ You had the flu. ~ You had a fever. ~ And Shoto had no clue, how to help you! ~ He came to visit you in your dorm room, not realising that you weren't very well and got worried pretty quickly, seeing your tired, delirious, face red, sweating and cold at the same time and you didn't even acknowledge his presence when he came in. ~ He steps out of your room again, pulling out his phone to call Fuyumi, begging her to help him, he was so confused, poor baby! ~ Walking back in, he realises you've seen him now, reaching out with grabby hands for him to cuddle you. ~ Of course he's happy to, but he's desperately trying to stay as still as is humanly possible, hoping you'll be comfortable. ~ He notices that you seem to be moving a lot, moving from his left side to his right. He's not an idiot, he knows what the matter is fairly quickly. ~ Shifting you to lie on your front, cradled against his chest, he gently places his right hand on your forehead, soothing your fever. His left hand goes on the small of your back, underneath your shirt, feeling how your shirt sticks slightly to your skin. ~ Once you've fallen asleep, he once again texts his sister, smiling when he gets the text back, 'Keep her comfortable'. ~ He did a good job.

Eijiro Kirishima

Eijiro is most definitely the 'mom' friend, he knew exactly what to do and when he realises you're not well, he's sprinting around to help you!

~ Eijiro probably knew you were sick before you did! He probably always keeps some kinds of medication around, painkillers, cold medicine, cold and heat pads, emergency snacks. Anything really! ~ What kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't take care of his pebble? How unmanly would that be!? ~ When he notices that you're getting sick, you were getting tired quicker, you didn't have much of an appetite and you were starting to slur your words slightly. ~ He let himself into your room, with his arms full of - things! Just things! Blankets, some of his hoodies for you to wear, cold medicine, a bucket (just in case), a bunch of movies and TV shows, snacks, drinks and basically anything else he could have brought from his room to your own in one trip. ~ Once you yourself have realised you're sick, he doesn't let you leave your bed and he certainly doesn't let anyone else in! ~ Mama Eijiro is the most protective being and you cannot tell me otherwise! ~ But he's also a total pushover for you! You could ask him to kill someone, rob a bank or piss off Bakugou and he'd do it! ~ He did try his hardest to keep you comfy and happy, keeping you warm and well fed! You two would definitely binge movies and shows together, him happily commenting every now and then and you tiredly nodding along, happy he's happy. ~ But then the weekend was over and he was being physically dragged out of your room by Bakugou and the rest of the class, still shouting instructions at you: ~ "Keep drinking water through the day! I'll be checking how much you've drank! I've left some sandwiches and soup for you, try and eat if you can! I love you pebble-"

Denki Kaminari

Denki is my favourite clueless baby! I can almost guarantee he would have a minor panic attack/aneurysm whenever there is something wrong with you at the beginning of your relationship and probably whenever you're sick for the rest of it!

~ I feel like Denki would originally try to avoid you when he finds out you're sick, not to be mean or because he doesn't want to take care of you, it's because he doesn't think that he can take care of you! ~ The boy can barely take care of himself and boyfriend protocol dictates he should take care of his partner as well!? ~ Panicking, Denki would probably text the Bakusquad group chat, hoping they can help somehow! ~ They do. ~ The squad seemed to have a soft spot for you, even Bakugou! I feel like Mina and Sero would definitely be like, "Your partner is my partner", kind of thing. Then Katsuki and Eijiro are just the group's mom and dad! ~ They all leave different things outside your door for Denki to give to you, both not wanting to overwhelm you with their presence and also not wanting to get sick. ~ Katsuki cooks you lunch, Eijiro leaves you a flask of tea, Mina couldn't think of anything helpful after that so she ran out to get you snacks and sports drinks and Sero just brought you an item of clothing from each of them (definitely not asking Katsuki before stealing from him). ~ Eventually Denki would calm down, you would demand cuddles from him and any other day he would be on you like glue and would not let go! ~ But today, he was so nervous about hurting you, about making you worse, he was zapping like crazy and he didn't want to hurt you. ~ He saw the look in your eyes when he told you, but almost broke down when you told him you didn't care and pulled him into bed anyway. ~ You would spend the rest of the day watching movies, cuddling and most likely sending each other memes. ~ Denki calmed down and stopped shocking you, but he was happy that you loved him, Zaps and All.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi would act cool on the outside, definitely acting stoic and uncaring but having a full on meltdown in his head. He wouldn't know the first thing about taking care of something that wasn't a cat, but he didn't want you knowing that!

~ When you tell him you're sick, he had just entered your room, so he stands there, staring at you from the corner, before whipping out his phone to look up what he should do. ~ "What are you doing?" You croaked at him. ~ "Well, I don't know what to do! So I'm googling!" ~ Chuckling and shaking your head, you mutter that you're fine, just needing some company. ~ He tries his hardest to just stay with you, but can't help thinking that he needs to do more for you. ~ He spent the rest of the day basically treating you like a houseplant, feeding you, watering you and facing you towards the sunlight, hoping something would help! ~ Hitoshi would most definitely use your sickness as an excuse to cuddle and take a nap. ~ He just would. Baby is tired and needs to sleep so any excuse will do! ~ Denki would definitely come looking for him. If he didn't find him in his own room, he'd immediately know to check yours! ~ He woke up Hitoshi when he came in and was instantly threatened. ~ "If you wake them up, I will leave you trapped outside the dorms for a week!" He whisper shouted, Denki giggling as silently as he could but did leave, not wanting to wake you up intentionally. ~ Hitoshi would have to wake you eventually so you could eat and take some medicine, he does so with a soft kiss on your forehead (definitely not checking your temperature or anything!).

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcannons #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #denki kaminari x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #love #cute #comfort #sickfic #fanfic

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chocoyeo · 1 year

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Lucky [j.yh]

>> jeong yunho x reader >> fluff, cozy, soft, really super very tender, college au, i'm in my yunho feels rn and i want him to be one of my classmates wtf >> wordcount: 1.7k -> it's another boring day in uni, you're exhausted and distracted but you're lucky yunho is with you to keep you company !! <3 [little short story, nothing much happens but hehe] <-

[8:40 a.m]

-Hey! ‘Morning, morning…!

-...Good morning.

-Thaaat… didn’t sound convincing at all. Are you really having a good morning?- Yunho’s sweet voice reached your ears like some sort of lullaby. Although it was only nine in the morning, you felt like taking a nap, again. The one you took on the subway on your way to university wasn’t enough.

You were feeling quite slumpy for no reason in particular, and your friend had now made it his problem, too.

-What if we–

-No, Yunho. No skipping lectures…- you tried to sound responsible even though that thought has been lingering in your mind for at least three hours.

-Woah, that’s what you were thinking about? I was gonna suggest to go grab a coffee but if skipping class is what you really want to do then…- he giggled, his eyes searching for yours while the two of you were heading to class: the thought of spending the following hour and a half stuck in a room with other 80 students didn’t really excite you that much. You were glad that Yunho was there to keep you company, though.

Since you still had some time before the lecture started, the two of you quickly grabbed a drink from the vending machine: a really bitter canned coffee and a really sweet peach ice-tea. What a duo…

-Hopefully your way too sweet ice-tea won’t make you straight up fall asleep in class.

-Shush, at least it’s not whatever abomination you keep getting.

-It’s just coffee–

-I’m sure you’re the only one in this whole university that buys that.

-Oh well… more for me then, heh!- he shrugged, a faint smirk painting his lips before he took a sip of his drink. The two of you quickly arrived in class and found two seats, your hands swiftly taking out your laptop from your bag, sipping on your drink while waiting for it to turn on and load your notes. The professor hadn’t arrived yet so the room was filled with a lot of chattering, giggles and mumbling; students were gradually filling the seats around you and you found yourself leaning your head on Yunho’s shoulder out of boredom.

-Yunho, I really don’t want to be here…

-Mh? Do you want to skip? The prof is not he– oh! Nevermind, he’s just arrived.

You scoffed, trying not to laugh too loud at the perfect timing of his comment. Shaking your head slowly, you fixed yourself on the really uncomfortable chair and took one last sip of your drink. as you brought your whole focus to your laptop, the way-too-calm voice that your professor used whenever he had a lecture started to fill your ears. You sighed, probably trying to conceal a possible yawn from leaving your mouth, and threw a quick glance at Yunho, sitting on your right: he was carefully taking notes on his notebook– his handwriting wasn’t the best, but you had always found it quite adorable, the way he would somehow crouch while taking notes, his hand quickly moving on the book, his pencil case storing a whole army of blue pens and blue pens only, besides one yellow highlighter and a pencil.

The professor’s soporific voice echoed in the room (since he had decided to use the mic to be heard better) along with the typing sounds of people taking notes on their laptops. You tried to stay focused, yet your mind was wandering away way too easily, and you didn’t know why: so many thoughts flooded in, the main one being a really strong need to just stand up and leave that damn lecture. You sighed once again, and you suddenly felt someone tapping on your arm.

It was Yunho: his eyes were not hiding the obvious concern and worry he was feeling towards you– but you just couldn’t even explain how come you were feeling so blue that day. Maybe it was the ugly weather? The heavy gray clouds you spotted on your way to class that morning? Or the fact that you had stayed up all night playing games and not winning a single match…

You shook your head and tried to bring your focus back to your laptop screen: that half-empty document page was waiting for some new words to be inserted, and your heavy hands tried to type in whatever the professor was talking about, although tiredness was getting the best of you. Yunho tapped once again on your shoulder, this time he offered you his pencil: you accepted it, now holding it in your hand and not really knowing what to do with it. Yunho lightly pushed his notebook towards you, leaving a blank spot available for you to doodle on. A smile painted your lips while you started to quickly draw some little silly characters, moving to writing random comments and words, and then switching to writing Yunho’s name in various fonts: whenever you completed one, you would leave a quick “dummy ~ “ right next to it just to move on to the next font.

You had obviously abandoned your notes, although you tried from time to time to type in something –some concepts or quick important things– but your attention would move back to Yunho’s notebook quite easily: your eyes and mind were absorbing every letter and drawing you left in that blank space that, well, wasn’t blank anymore. You weren’t aware of the way Yunho had been looking at you the whole time: his eyes softened the moment you accepted the pencil, his lips were curved in a sweet smile and he silently admired every drawing you had left on that page while he carefully took notes without disrupting your little masterpiece.

Once he had to turn the page, though, he lightly tapped on your hand with a finger: you didn’t pay much attention to it for a moment, probably because you were so bored of that lecture and so absorbed in your little world that you weren’t paying attention to anything or anyone at all at that point. His finger traced random lines on your knuckles before you finally stopped and looked at him, giving him a few seconds to turn the page and resume with his notes. You silently apologized, leaving a little smiley right next to the few words he had written.

The moment you heard your professor dismiss the class, you stretched your arms, somehow acting as if you did something productive during that lecture. You did feel a bit more relaxed and you had to thank Yunho for that. In such an easy way he was able to let you silently vent and get distracted, assuring you that he would have lended you his notes. You promised you would have offered him an ice-cream as a thank you gift.

-Oh well then, don’t mind me if I choose one of the most expensive ones!

-It’s fine, Yunho. It’s both for the notes and for the fact that I basically vandalized your notebook.

He shook his head, laughing- You really liked writing my name, what, four times in a row? But it’s fine, at least you didn’t fall asleep…

-C’mon, the professor even used the mic today… It was the perfect lullaby…

-I can’t even imagine falling asleep to an old man explaining marketing graphs but I guess to each their own…- you lightly slapped his arm in response, laughing.

-Right, did you hear about that project the other departments came up with?

-No, I was too busy writing your name in different fonts for a whole hour.

-Oh, true. Well I just understood that some people will be involved in a whole photoshoot! The photography kids are quite good, you should apply to that.

-Me? Nah, I’d rather–

-Spend the whole night playing games just to come to lectures completely sleep deprived?

You stopped abruptly, nearly tripping in your own steps- What’s up with the sudden callout?!

-I was so worried this morning. But then I checked and saw your last access online was at 2 in the morning… with a 4 hour long gameplay… uninterrupted…

You bit your tongue, your eyes quickly avoiding to meet his. You got busted! And no excuse would have saved you in any way…

You had promised, at the beginning of the semester, that you wouldn’t have destroyed your sleep schedule over some silly video game. You were quite serious about that and allowed Yunho to see your game history and access just to keep you in check. A little detail you had momentarily forgotten…

-Yunho… forgive me?- you looked at him, signaling an apology with your hands, held tight together.

-You’re lucky today we don’t have other lectures… Were you perhaps planning to not come at all?- he looked at you, his eyes nearly closed because of the way he was (jokingly) glaring at you.

You quickly moved your gaze away, clearing your throat before admitting that you were indeed planning to skip lectures and that was why you went to sleep so late. But in the morning you felt quite guilty, remembering how Yunho would often tell you not to skip classes otherwise it would become a bad habit, so you decided to go even though you were completely sleep-deprived.

Yunho tried his best to hide a smile from showing on his lips, failing miserably because of how cute you looked in his eyes. His hand fixed a lock of your hair, delicately moving it behind your ear.

-Well, I really appreciate how your sleep deprived brain thought about me, but next time take better care of yourself, okay?- he mumbled, his fingers delicately caressing your hair.

You nodded, receiving a quick peck on your cheek.

-Let’s go then, I’m really in the mood for a big big ice-cream a certain someone is going to offer me!- his hand lightly grabbed yours, and you let him lead you to the usual place you would stop by to get some snacks.

The sky was clear, no heavy gray clouds were in sight anymore and you really felt better, probably thanks to him and his precious company. You felt really lucky.

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez yunho #ateez au #yunho x reader #yunho au #yunho fluff #yunho imagines #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #kpop #kpop fluff

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First night at home with their newborn baby. It's just the 3 of them (and Rocco of course). Klay is like hogging the baby "you had 9 months with them, now it's my turn" and then falls asleep in the rocking chair with the baby on his chest

Klay really surprised you with all of the preparation he did before baby Benny came. You knew he was going to be an amazing father, it was just in his demeanor, but he also read all of the books he could find, and the two of you went to as many pre-natal classes as possible.

He was used to studying plays and executing them out on the court, and learning as much he could gave him a sense of control, something he desperately needed considering he was a bundle of nerves waiting for his son to arrive.

The drive home from the hospital was one of the slowest of your life, Klay refusing to go over the speed limit, angry drivers honking their horn at your car, as you sat in the back with Hudson, who was peacefully sleeping.

Once you go home, Klay wouldn't let you lift a finger, and you were grateful that for the most part you only had to rest and feed the baby. You were on a two hour feeding schedule that had been recommended by your pediatrician, and by the end of the day, you were exhausted.

You weren't sure when you drifted off to sleep, but you startled awake to a dark room and quiet house, your phone revealing it was after midnight and time for Hudson's next feeding. You put on your robe and slippers and carefully shuffled down the hall in search of your husband.

"-and its like my shooting hand can't miss when I'm in the corner." You stopped short of the door to the nursery, quietly giggling to yourself as you listened to Klay talk about basketball with Benjamin.

"Hey, Daddy", Klay's face softened when he heard your voice as you rounded the corner. He was relaxing in the rocking chair , Hudson laying on his chest. "Hey Mama." He gave you a soft smile. "Is it time for his next feeding?" You nodded, and Klay got up so you could sit in his spot and handed Benny to you.

"Basketball strategy already?" You playfully poked at Klay, making him laugh. "No one lets me talk about it uninterrupted." He settled down on the ottoman in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I need a shower, and a three day nap." You gave him a weak smile before you winced at the soreness in your lower body. "Other than that, I feel good."

"I told Coach that I was taking some time off so I can be at home." Klay's eyes never left Ben, and his hand never left your leg, making you feel safe and secure after a nerve-wrecking day. "Whatever the two of you need, I'm your man." He let out a long yawn, making you chuckle.

"And what about you? What about what you need, Klay? You need sleep." He shook his head, looking up at you with such love and admiration. "I feel like if I fall asleep, I'm gonna miss something. I don't wanna miss anything."

"You won't baby, promise."

You paused, making Klay nervous. "What's wrong? What do you need?" He began to panic, but you reassured him with a gentle hand to his chest. "I just need to pee, babe." Klay took Benny from you, helping you to stand with his free hand. You waddled out of the nursery.

You couldn't have been gone more than two minutes, but when you returned from the nursery, both Klay and Benjamin were asleep, both looking very comfortable. You gave Klay a soft kiss on the forehead, only making him stir, but you headed back to your bed to try to get a few hours of sleep.

#klay thompson #klay thompon x reader #klay thompson fan fiction #klay thompson concepts #nba fan fiction

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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haah can i request a larissa x r fic?

maybe larissa comfort reader that is in a really sad/depressed mood and has a mental breakdown ‘cause they think they are a burden and they are not enough, they feel like they are constantly bothering the people around them with their stupid things, so they isolate themselves and cry, larissa finds out and comfort them and, idk, biig cuddles and sweet words (i’m so sorry if it’s too much specific, feel free to do whatever u want hh and it’s oki if u don’t want to write it)

i love u and ur fiic sm<33 -🌱

Never a burden to me| h&c

*Authors note~perfect mood to write one of these and it's such a good prompt.*

Trigger warnings~ depression anxiety and paranoid thoughts

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Recently, everything had been piling on top of you, it was almost suffocating really. All you could do is try and cope with it, yet you weren't coping at all. Asking for help wasn't an option for you either. You didn't want to burden anyone with your problems after all they are just that, your problems. Recently you had leaned on your dear friends Enid and Wednesday, you felt you annoyed them with needing their help and support. They were lovely, yes Wednesday can be lovely once you get past the hard outer shell she had, but truthfully you felt like you infringed on their couple time and they saw you as this annoying cling on. So you'd avoid asking for help just to ensure you won't lose your friends.

You knew you were isolating yourself, you knew that wouldn't help you feel any better. You knew that. Yet you couldn't stop. No matter how hard to you tried to convince yourself, that it was okay to need someone's help, love and support, you just couldn't face the fact you'd be burdening them. After all why would they care about your problems?

You'd stop attending classes, opting to stay in your dorm wallowing and all in all crying until you couldn't cry no more, then you'd nap and repeat. This was day three now, you knew you needed to eat, drink some water and shower, yet the thought of leaving your bed was too overwhelming. That meant accepting you needed help. You knew that as soon as you got up and attempted to feel better, that you'd break down in guilt over pushing everyone away, and no one had checked on you yet so why should you bother?

Firm knocks sounded on your door and you immediately hid under your covers and tried to hold your breath. If you didn't make a sound they would leave. Right? Well wrong, Larissa Weems was determined to figure out why you had been skipping class, after all this was extremely out of character for you. She was worried something bad had happened after being informed no one had seen you for three days. Meaning you hadn't left the room for a shower or to get food. Most concerning.

"Go away!" You mumbled hoping your foul mood would put the offender off. However, when the doorknob turned and you heard the creaking of the floor board you knew you had no such luck. "Oh sweetheart" she murmured taking in your room, truly it was as if a bomb had gone off, you in your hidden spot didn't see the waves of concern rushing over her. Larissa sat herself on the edge of your bed and murmured one last thing to you, "sweetheart when you are ready I'm here to talk okay? I want to help you darling."

Then silence was a comfortable one, only disturbed by the ticking of your bed side clock. Before you even knew it you were sobbing harshly once more, coming out of hiding and throwing yourself into the older woman's arms. She immediately embraced you and began to hush you with words of comfort, "oh sweetheart it's okay, you're gonna be okay. I'm here darling."

"Mm not too much?" You mumbled into her shoulder which was now drenched in your tears. "No darling not too much I promise you" she hummed, "and I never break my promises sweetheart." You sat in her embrace trying to soak in her words and gain the confidence to share your burden. "Feel like burden everyone and I feel unexplainably sad. Even getting dressed or showered or eating is a chore" you whimpered slightly feeling the emotional toll of your words, truly it did feel better now you had shared the burden. Obviously not magically disappeared, all better, but a little less intense and overwhelming.

You sat like that for a while until your stomach growled causing the headmistress to spring into action, "sweetheart you go grab a shower and I'll go down and get you something to eat and drink okay? Think we can manage that? And as a special treat I'll brush your hair and fix it however you wish okay?" Larissa Weems brushing your hair? Was this a dream come true? "I'd like that momma, sorry I'm sorry I didn't" you whimpered feeling embarrassed at your slip up. "Hush sweetheart I don't mind and you can call me momma if you wish I feel like a mother too all my students" she reassured and made sure to flash you a genuine smile. "Darling shower time momma will be back soon" and with that she stood up to leave. "Thank you" was all you could whisper before the door shut, both of you feeling better than before her visit.

Word count~ 928

#anon answered #fanfic #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa x you #gwendoline christie #anon requests #🌱 anon

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legacies | ch.5

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.5

❊ ✬ ∗ flashback ∗ ✬ ❊

Not seeing the point of engaging in this dead conversation any further, Jungkook curls his fingers around the purple folder still sitting on the table and picks it up, but Taehyung abruptly snatches it out of his clutch, Jungkook's eyes closing up in agitation before he snaps them open. "What the hell are you doing? Let go" he mutters between gritted teeth.

"Isn't this (y/n)'s folder that she forgot? I'll return it to her."

"Guess what? It's actually for me" Jungkook wildly snipes the folder right back into his own grip, stomping away from Taehyung in flair with a flick of his neck, his silky black bangs moodily swishing across his forehead as he does it.

"Jungkookie... wait! Hold up!"

Abruptly stopped by Taehyung while he's about to depart the cafeteria, Jungkook halts in his steps when Taehyung grapples with his shoulder, a hot puff of breath sighing out of those thin lips as he slowly turns around dawning a clear look of exasperation on his clenched face. "What?" Jungkook barks at Taehyung, who's caught up with the boy near the entrance in a flash.

"Look, I'm sorry ok? I don't want us arguing like this, especially over a girl. We've never let one come in between us before" Taehyung pleads with an unmistakable sincerity, his feathered lips nervously curving downwards even more than their usual pouty appearance.

Jungkook's annoyed face eases up almost at once hearing Taehyung's earnest apology, the young one's innocence unfolding in front of his best friend in a jiffy, but he's not going to outright show off his guarded soft side so he remains cooly rooted in his spot. By simply giving Taehyung a firm nod, he confirms they're both still on good terms, the older one better at expressing his feelings as he smiles brightly in return. Taehyung doesn't press any further on the topic now, accepting Jungkook's silent action without much inquiry before he switches the subject and furthers the conversation with "So anyways, what did (y/n) give you that's in the folder?"

"Oh, we're paired up in our literature class for this stupid poetry assignment. She passed me a copy of the one she already wrote for us all by herself" Jungkook instantly replies back to Taehyung, shaking the purple file in his clutch along with his head too, like he's embarrassed by how much of an overachiever you are completing the task so ahead of the due date.

"Ah right! She actually asked me for help with the poem since literature's one of my best subjects and I aced professor Kim's class. Mind if I take a look at her work? You're anyways not really gonna open that folder are you?" Taehyung gently extends his palm out as he cheekily questions the boy, his rising curiosity certainly getting the best of him while he secretly but impatiently waits for Jungkook to respond.

"Uh ok" Jungkook finally mumbles out after some thought, although with a visible hesitation, the idea of you affectionately asking Taehyung for assistance while oppositely avoiding Jungkook's partnering company pricking his own brain no doubt, despite his strong attempt to hide this unsettling feeling in his heart.

"Thanks! I'll reach out to her and offer some guidance. Maybe that'll lift her mood up, whatever's gotten it tanked so badly" Taehyung grins as Jungkook quietly places the purple file down on his hand, both boys then walking out of the cafeteria towards their afternoon classes, Taehyung with way more energy than Jungkook, who's quite ready for a post lunch nap.

You're itching to punch off those crocodile tears streaming down her evil face as she exits the familiar ornate mahogany door, her fake sniffling immediately stopping the second your fiery eyes pierce into hers. The fabricated virginal look in them fades in a flash before a devilish glint pops up all of a sudden, but you're not at all shocked seeing her demeanor change up so drastically, the way she now struts past you in her heels with absolute arrogance while looking down at you like you're nothing but vermin making you want to scream out loud in frustration. Despite wanting to curse the bitch out into oblivion and yanking her long hair right out of her scalp for stealing your poem, you bite down on your tongue and force yourself to remain seated on the bench outside dean Kim's office like you currently are, simply waiting on being called in next, which could happen any second now.

Just as your thought classically finishes, the clicking noise of the door handle catches your attention, your gaze then ripping off of the fading figure of the girl and head shifting towards Kim Seokjin, who suavely steps outside his office with a warm smile spread across his smart face. You're not sure why he looks so happy greeting you considering you've been reported to his office for a plagiarism scandal, but his calming demeanor eases you up and you're privately thankful for his welcoming gesture.

"It's nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm Kim Seokjin, the dean of this university. Please come inside and take a seat" the tall man walks a few steps forward and kindly extends his soft hand out to shake yours, which you instantly hold as you bounce up from the bench and fix the wrinkles in your uniform with a quick run of your other palm down your sides.

Taking a quiet gulp, you then follow him into his office as he pushes the door open with ease, the attractive pinewood musk scent of his cologne lightly trailing behind him before he heads towards his dark brown oak desk and sinks down in the matching vintage chair. Your eyes grow wide when you decisively take in the visual of his exquisite office, which is much larger and deeper than you'd expected, the tan walls covered in never ending shelves of large books and framed certificates of achievement. The array of cabinets and furniture are all made with expensive looking woodwork, the cushy carpet and fancy lamps prettily tucked into the room's high ceiling creating a warm cast, like you've just walked into a cozy fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

But you're most surprised seeing the figure of another man already sitting in a seat across from Kim Seokjin, with an empty chair next to him that you're guessing you're supposed to occupy. When you walk closer to him though, you recognize the back of his head as indeed professor Kim Namjoon's, your guess confirmed correct after he turns around and graces you with his double dimples in a smile. Why is everyone beaming at you like you're not just about to get expelled for plagiarism, which is an absolute banning crime in any university's rulebook?

"Well, let's begin shall we? Namjoon must've explained to you why you've been called in here today, is that right?" dean Kim smoothly delves into the conversation once you've settled down into your interrogation hot seat, your head quickly nodding in agreement while you fearlessly maintain eye contact with the powerful man across from you. "Good! Can you share your side of the story then? How did you and Bomi end up submitting the same writing for your literature assignment?"

"Sir, I promise I'm the original author of this poem... I spent hours drafting it in the university library, actually right after I had seen professor Kim in his office and collected helpful literature resources from him! I can't exactly prove how she got her hands on my poem, but I have my suspicions. The only other person I had shared it with a few days before the submission date was Jeon Jungkook, who is my equal partner for this assignment. Why isn't he here? He needs to be questioned too! You've got to believe me, I would never jeopardize my academics over a serious offense like plagiarism, especially for a subject that I love so much and I want to major in!"

"Relax (y/n)... we know you didn't cheat!"

Your shaky breath halts and your chest tightens right away at those words, your eyes slowly turning from dean Kim towards professor Kim who'd delivered the comment, his large palm now resting on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your flaring anxiety. Your shocked face now twists up in utter confusion though, your mind totally not being able to understand why you're sentenced here in the first place if they know you're innocent, and more so why the hell Jungkook hadn't been. They'd clearly interviewed Bomi before you, with absolutely no sight of the demon who'd been damned into being your companion for this assignment.

"But... so... then why have I been called in here?"

"We've got to officially set up a meeting and give you a chance to explain yourself, it's only fair. Trust me, I've been a professor long enough to spot when a student is lying though, and I can tell you're being truthful. Besides, seeing your enthusiasm towards the subject and our thoughtful discussion about poetry in my office earlier gave me a gage into your talent for writing. I'm not exactly supposed to share this info... but Bomi has failed my class before and well, how do I say this? The great quality of the work just didn't sit at par with her previous record."

"Ok then why aren't you punishing her?!" the words spill out of your trembling mouth after hearing professor Kim's response, the contrast of the comfort his explanation has provided and the rising anger now building up in your throat throwing you off of your civilized composure.

"Like you said before (y/n)... we've got no real proof to pin it against her" dean Kim sighs out loud, folding his arms together and leaning his elbows forward into his desk.

"You can get proof. Just ask Jungkook why he spitefully sold my poem off to his special friend!"

The room falls completely silent at your tiny outburst, the look of calmness on Kim Seokjin's face now fading away into a visible nervousness as he lifts his hand up and uncomfortably loosens his tie, professor Kim also awkwardly fidgeting in his seat making the cushions rustle up. "Hm we will" dean Kim then mumbles out in a clearly unconvincing way, although he's forced a smile to pop up on his plump lips in an attempt to keep up with his obvious lie.

Your head's about to blow off in steam at the thought of Jungkook walking away from all of this without a scratch to his already obnoxiously swollen ego, a nasty taste settling in your mouth by how unfair the world really is that you're cursed to live in. Even the towering dean of the school looks meek as a mouse underneath the power that the legacies' families hold over the university, all only because they have indescribable flowing money in their bank accounts yet zero honor to their famous names. Fuck this shit, you think. But keeping your mouth shut now is important as you've somehow luckily managed to avoid getting a penalty in your ambitious career, not wanting to further make things worse by bulldozing your hateful views of the boys onto the dean and the professor. Staying out of trouble is best.

The door swinging open without a knock startles all three of you that are sitting in the hushed office, dean Kim's face unnaturally lighting up like a Christmas tree when his hawk shaped eyes shift away from yours and lock in with the person that's just walked in. He quickly stands up in attention and strolls past you, your body turning around in curiosity to check out who he's excitedly begun greeting.

Of course... Jimin's father. You recognize the man right away since you'd already seen him in professor Jung's dance studio a couple of weeks ago, the way the vain man's running his fingers through his slicked back hair a painful reminder of how frequently his irritating son does it so often himself.

"Ah welcome in! Please take a seat! Would you like anything to drink? I can get something ordered for us!"

Ugh. You roll your eyes in annoyance and refuse to budge out of your chair after seeing the way professor Kim jumps out of his with a smile, making room for Mr. Park and ushering him to sit down in the now empty seat next to you. The rich man lets out a happy laugh while hearing the praises thrown his way, patting dean Kim's shoulder before strutting over and sitting down besides you like he's claiming his throne or something.

"And who would this young lady be? In trouble like my son Jimin frequently gets in, are you?"

"No sir. I've actually just been praised and told my work on the recent literature assignment was indeed stellar!"

Mr. Park certainly looks taken aback by your instant reply to his condescending questions, both his brows shooting up before a smile curls up on his lips, his eyes then trailing away from yours and meeting professor Kim's, who plays along with the situation you've created, much to your happiness. "Indeed a great piece of poetry written by (y/n)!" the teacher beams in response, your heart bubbling with joy when Mr. Park's expressions switch to a look of fascination.

"Well well, (y/n). Why don't you send in your resume to my office? We're looking for talented interns to join our team during the school year."

"Of course I will, sir. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Park" you stretch your palm out for a handshake as you take your cue and swiftly get out of your chair, the stunned man firmly shaking yours back appearing totally impressed by your charming attitude and the way you already seem to know his influential personality without even needing an introduction.

The curated smile on your face drops flat after you've respectfully excused yourself and turned around to leave the room, an ugly sense of victory brimming in your heart as you leave the scene and shut the door closed. After the eye opening experience you've just had, you're not going to let go of a chance at a fulfilling opportunity that's literally walked into your life, no matter how much Mr. Park's existence bothers you. It's a cut throat world and now that you have a better understanding of how this university works, nuzzling your way into the good graces of the mighty people running the show just might be the edge you need to get past your schooling years here, even though you hate the idea of all of it.

Letting out a long sigh from you mouth, you fill your lungs up with a fresh deep breath of air after exiting the suffocating staff building, your feet then following the usual path to your dorm room as the thought of just laying in bed and watching a fun drama seems so relaxing to you right about now. But the horror strikes when your eyes fall on Bomi cuddled up in Jungkook's arms by the corner of the stairs that you need to take to reach your destination, your entire body freezing up in place when Jungkook's big eyes suddenly lock in with yours. Your palms clench into fists at the cozy sight of them together like that, the fury surging through your veins with a blast forcing you to turn around and redirect your route to just about anywhere but that very location.

"(y/n)! Wait!"

Your pace speeds up even more when you hear Jungkook's voice calling out to you from behind, the need to want to get away from him making you almost break out in a run, but he catches up to you with ease. His palm tightly coils over your shoulder to forcefully stop you in your step when you reach the end of a hallway in the nearest building you'd slipped inside, in a dire attempt to hide yourself from his growing figure. You slap his arm away with a tough force though, detaching his grip over you in a snap, but he stuns you by grabbing your wrist next and dragging you into an empty classroom next to where you're both standing, slamming the door shut after so you're trapped alone in there with him.

"Let go of me! What the hell are you doing?!" you yell out in a fuss, your voice booming in the hollowed out space before Jungkook slowly unleashes his tight hold over your reddening wrist.

"I need to talk to you. What happened with the dean? Are you in trouble? Bomi said you stole the poem from her but I don't believe a word she said... You'd given me the folder way before the due date and Bomi said she wrote the poem the day before the submission. How's that possible?"

"How's that possible? HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE? What the hell are you playing at when you're the one who passed her my poem to get me expelled, you disgusting fuck!"

"What? But I didn't..."

You let out a horrendous cynical laugh at that, like you're a mad woman yourself, Jungkook's doe eyes appearing disoriented while his forehead scrunches up in perplexity by this unhinged sight of you. He remains paused in astonishment, his curly black bangs messily flopped over his forehead, and if this was any other casual situation, he would've flipped them up in style about twice or thrice already. But you might as well have lost your mind at the way he's a born star at acting naive with his cute facial expressions, his entire demeanor softening up like a bunny to further press in his radical agenda of being innocent in this crazy ordeal. What a fucking joke.

"Fuck off Jeon! If you ever come near me again, I will lose against myself and assault you with another slap. Stay the hell away from me!"

Angry tears threaten to stream down your shuddering cheeks but you tensely hold them in before whipping your entire body away from Jungkook's strapping one, thudding the classroom's door open with your palms and storming out without a glance back. What you don't see is how Jungkook intensely stands there for many passing minutes, deep in thought than ever trying to connect the jumbled up dots together.

But his now somber visage cracks open with the speed of light when the unbelievable realization hits him like a damn truck. A impulsiveness then taking over his cast, he treads out of the classroom with newfound purpose, only stopping when his hands crash open the door to the upperclassmen boy's dormitory that he spends a lot of his time in, his legs barraging their way inside before he yells out in a frenzy.

"What in the fucking world did you do with (y/n)'s folder, Taehyung hyung?!"

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platonic-qpr-selfshipping · 1 year

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national goof off day, say something nice day, and embrace your geekness day ! :>

thank you so much for sending these <3 I'm gonna answer each one with a different f/o :D

National Goof Off Day - What do you two like to do together to destress?

About Asra. Any activity can start a nice, comfortable and de-stressing day with Asra. If I'm the one getting a little overwhelmed, he'll gently hold my hands to see if I'm open to touch at the moment and ask if I want to talk about it. His presence and his tea making skills are all I could ask for, but his voice and his words and perhaps a little joke here and there... He will also offer to do a tarot reading and have a non judgemental conversation. If im not mentally tired because of the stress, he'll take me out to somewhere new, but if I am he'll still suggest taking a nap in a realm where it'll only be us and nature. When he's the one feeling stressed, I bring him something he likes and ask him if there's something I can help him with. I dont mind what it is, I would read him some pages if he's too tired to do so but needs it for research, help him organise stuff or even do some planning in case he needs it or it helps him see things from another perspective and feel less weight on his shoulders. After some talking, I'd suggest to cuddle for a bit and he always loves the idea<3 I'll still be doing little things to take extra care of him during the next day, like taking him out to eat to his favorite place and kiss his forehead when he has to work again on whatever is causing him that stress. If we're both needing to destress at the same time, we can even just lay down together to recharge for a bit and then do any of the activities I mentioned before

Say Something Nice Day - What are your favorite qualities about each other?

About Mammon. He's actually so considerate and kind, always taking others into account and even putting them before himself and his needs even though he's the avatar of Greed. He has a heart of gold and loves everyone deeply, although he may not be the best at showing this, but I am very wary of details so I can't help but notice how he tries to be a cool example for Luke, how he's the first one to step up when his brothers need someone's help and how his words dont tend to reflect his actions but both are cute nonetheless. For him... I guess it could be my actitude? at first, it went unnoticed for him because I can be very quiet when there's not much trust between us, but he's the brother i would be spending most time with so it was only a matter of time for me to naturally become a bit more of a talker, and even an excited one when he accepted to listen to me about something that interests me a lot and even seemed to enjoy the conversation. After that? I would love if he's always trying to make me smile and get me all hyped up about something because he loves how happy I look like and talk in those moments, which also make him feel like expressing himself. It's all about feeling free and cared for <3

Embrace Your Geekness Day - Gush about your F/O's weird quirks or unconventional interests.

About Claude. This made me immediately think of him because how wouldnt I talk about Claude's interest in poison for this question. Also my headcanon is that he always makes tea somehow too hot and everyone has to wait for a kinda long time with the tea already poured into their teacups because that's still b o i l i n g. Continuing with the poison interest, there's the thought that he could have had to learn about the topic from a very young age because of his circumstances, but also the option of him learning about it out of curiosity and fun because he's built like that ig. It started as a joke to intimidate other classes but now he has books about it and different poisons and its specific uses throughout history and Raphael is gifting him any new ones his parents get

#it was harder than i thought to think from their point of view omg #i dont usually give much thought into why they would like me and this took me some timeª #these are some nice questions tho!!!#asks #thank youuu #selfshipping #self ship community #self ship #queerplatonic f/o #selfship #f/o #f/o community #self shipping #all i write is about you

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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HAPPY SELF INDULGENCE SUNDAY

This weekend, @dumpsterfirecee and I indulged with moodboards! One for a potential fic/an actual fic of ours, and one for our personal au.

For the fic moodboard, I did one for Fear of the Dark, which is my latest labour of love; it's set in the universe of the The Lost Boys, and the RC's band is inspired by The Hex Girls from Scooby Doo. It’s rare that I'm ever 98% satisfied with a fic of mine, and I've been loving exploring this universe and the dynamics between Eddie and a vampire/rockstar! reader. Lowkey sad it’s a fic that’s gotten the least interaction, but regardless I'm really in love with this au and I think about this pairing at all times :')

Here's the summary:

'Underneath a sunset that feels syrupy-sweet, Eddie wanders alone around the Santa Monica breeze.' A year after Hawkin’s great ‘earthquake’ Eddie drives to the other side of the country in the hopes of dealing with his trauma in sunny California, where he finds himself infatuated with the lead singer of HEX. Upon getting to know her, he soon realizes that not all monsters live in an upside-down dimension, but not all of them are out to get him…

Now for my personal au!! there were a lot of pics I downloaded that I had to leave out because I got too carried away last night (might’ve gone to bed super late fantasizing and doing my moodboard lol) — got me thinking about personal HC's which I hadn't really done before, so I'm gonna go ahead and add them. Might as well be fully self indulgent.

Eddie and I met in the 7th grade. The teacher sat him next to me because I was the quiet kid and hoped Eddie would stay still in class for once. But to their disgrace, Eddie noticed my notebooks filled with band stickers, so that's when the teacher realized that Eddie could make even the quietest kid talk like crazy.

By then I was already a fan of classic rock and metal but I was amazed by Eddie’s in depth knowledge of it. Thanks to him, I really got into some the deep cuts and albums of my favorite bands that I hadn't listened to before. I got into Dio because of him, really.

We started a little tradition of exchanging tapes, though he was the one that had the best selection, he'd probably already listened to everything I gave him before, but he gladly borrowed them anyway.

One band that I could never get him to like is Oingo Boingo (LOL). Their earlier music was just not his style at all, and it wasn't until the Dead Man's Party album came out that they started growing on him. That, and because I always pestered him about them (if you know, you know).

It wasn't until our last year of high school that we confessed our feelings. Everyone around us could see our chemistry, except for us. It wasn't until the anxiety of separating after graduation kicked in, that we realized just how much we cared about one another. We started dating after I got out and started working and he got held back.

Our date nights include: going to the drive-in, going to Family Video and renting the most ridiculous B movies we can find; going to concerts obviously!, watching MTV to catch Elvira's Movie Macabre on Friday nights, and taking naps together 🖤

we're always tired because we're working hard for a better life so naping does count as a date :') sometimes he falls asleep on me when we’re watching TV and I have to snap a polaroid of it because it’s too cute. But he also likes it when I make hot chocolate for us after we wake up from a nap —cozy-ness to the max.

In this universe I'm still a photographer, so my favorite thing ever is to experiment my portraiture with him :') I take the pics for Corroded Coffin’s flyers and the ones that end up going to their first demo album cover.

And in general we do a lot of silly things together, like when I threw on that skull bra and he totally ran with it. He’s my silly man, through and through :’)

And he always indulges me in whatever crazy and elaborate costume idea I have for halloween. Like when we were Elvira and Bob in '88 after we saw the movie (my first post of this au lol) and when we dressed up as fancy vampires (the first pic)

#self indulgence sundays #dumpsterfirecee #I feel like we keep getting more and more self indulgent Cee #which #WE DESERVE honestly #I loved doing this sm!#the hc of me and eddie exchanging tapes is based on a friend I had in the 7th grade #who taught me so much about music and that’s what we used to do - exchange cds #and it is a fact that I know of Dio because of that friend #personal au

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gabbagepatch · 2 months

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Ah, fuck. 2/29/2024

Well, I'm certainly a little worse off since my last blog.

My symptoms have gotten much worse since the death of my dog, and I've acquired a cute anxiety disorder to go along with it. It's definitely some kind of medical anxiety, I am terrified of every creak and groan from my body. I'm expecting my health to rapidly deteriorate at any moment, any event to set off a fatal reaction in my body. It's completely ridiculous! I feel barely functional this week, and the worst part is that I know it's my anxiety but I can't stop! Knowing logically that you're fine seems to do little to prevent your body from deciding you're in a life-or-death scenario. The human mind is fascinating and stupid.

Luckily I have a wonderful PCP and he was happy to give me a months supply of sertraline, which I started Monday. I have to say it's already helping, no panic attacks since the first dose!

Both ears are now experiencing tinnitus, whereas before it was unilateral. This is causing me so, so much stress and anxiety because I have already lost hearing in my right, I don't want to lose hearing in my left as well.

I think the new bilateral tinnitus is causing an increase in headaches and stomach upset as well, which feels very debilitating at the moment. I am having a very hard time eating, I'm hungry all the time but can barely manage a few bites of food. It's awful.

Reached out to a therapist yesterday and I have the appointment tomorrow with an intern. I have no clue why the "intern" option appealed to me but it did, perhaps I am having some kind of clairvoyance? Hopefully it goes well, it's online which is great because I'm struggling to drive lately.

All of this combined means I chose to pull out of 2/3 classes I'm taking this semester. It's honestly breaking my heart! I was doing so well before the symptoms got worse and I lost my dog, I was enjoying my classes so much. Knowing I'm withdrawing with A's and B's is beyond frustrating; if only things were different. It makes me so sad honestly.

TLDR; I am having a rough time right now. I always keep it pushing though. Keeping up with skincare, reading, my custom nails, my ethics class. I'm doing whatever I can when I can, which isn't very much right now. I'm taking so many naps, I feel like I could sleep one hundred years. But anyways, I'm gonna come out of this better, I have faith in that.

#disability #disabled #hearing impaired #meniere's disease #hard of hearing #life update #sshl #blog #hearing loss #spoonie #invisible illness #chronic illness

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Why are you taking a survey? It's my way of journaling; plus the sadder I feel the more surveys I tend to take, so that also explain why I'm on my third survey of the evening haha.

When’s the last time you were grounded? The early parts of high school, which was like 10-11 years ago.

Anything exciting taking place today? Not really. With my dad gone I think our Sundays will be a little more uneventful again, which means after we go to our morning mass we then pretty much have the rest of the day to ourselves. Personally I plan on just lying around all day then maybe allot half an hour to prep for next week's work.

What are you craving? I'm alright. I ate SO MUCH today – in the afternoon I had bibimyeon with pork + a sashimi platter for sharing, and both were so filling I didn't have to have dinner anymore. I'm feeling just the slightest bit hungry now so I may have just a teeny bit of the uni after taking this, but I'm not needing it badly enough to be a craving.

Is there anyone in the room with you? Nopes.

Who did you last hit? My sister. We were at the Seventeen concert and we were hitting each other throughout the show out of excitement, lol.

What was the last thing you did before bed last night? I was going through TikTok.

What’s your biggest fear? Death of loved ones.

Laptop or desktop? Laptop. I have never owned/used a desktop beyond having to use them in high school computer classes.

Do you have an iPod? Not anymore; I listen to music through Spotify either on my laptop or phone.

Do you have a fan on in the room you’re in? I do.

Do you have a wallet? Yes.

What are you sitting on? My work chair.

What’s the last thing you had to eat? Cookie dough. I finally found a local bakery that sells edible dough by the jar, so I got their 1kg variant and I'm having it as a midnight snack hahaha.

Do you like grapefruits? No.

Sweet or sour? Sweet. Hate sour things.

Have you ever had the Reese’s PB Candy Bars? I don't think so.

Do you know who Shawn Michaels is? Yes :) One of my favorites; I even had a phase when I was about 12, which funnily enough was around the time of his retirement.

Who do you turn to if you need help? Depends on what I need help with but these days I have been heavily running to Trina when I need to let out some very emotional steam.

Are you more dependent or independent? Independent. I only ask for help when I'm entirely desperate.

Does the time 2 o'clock have any significance to you? That was our siesta time, back when my siblings and I were kids. As soon as the clock struck 2 PM we could always expect our grandma to gather us and tuck us in to nap for the afternoon.

Do you like bagels? I don't. I never understood bagels either but that's also my fault because I never really feel like trying them lmao. Like are they like donuts but savory? Do they have fillings? Or toppings?? What kind of things do you put in (or on???) them? Are they just circle sandwiches? LOL

Are there any stuffed animals in the room you’re in? I mean I have my BT21 plushies but fine let's call them stuffed animals too haha.

What do you think of guys who wear eyeliner? Whatever.

Favorite tv show? Breaking Bad and Friends.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom.

Where’s your mother? In her room.

Do you know who the strongest man in the world is? I know Mark Henry was at one point but idk who holds the title now.

What’s the best time you’ve had in the past week? Last Sunday seeing Seventeen.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Nope.

Can you cook? Nope.

What time is it? 1:40 AM.

Do you love animals? Yes.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

Who’s one person you care about more than yourself? Probably my sister.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? 5.

Are there any pets you’re wishing for? Nope.

Whatcha gonna do now? =] Have a little bit of uni then maybe go back to playing my game.

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wiria-lae · 1 year

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Post-Exam Discussion

The construction of magic is as important as its conception.

Notes:

This is a conversation between RSA OCs Cobalt and Maka. Cobalt is based on the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, with Maka inspired by Gaia from Greek mythology.

There are mentions of alcohol and drinking. The characters are of age (legal drinking age in this world is based on British drinking laws).

"Never gettin' outta the streets," She says. She's holding a bottle of something that smells vaguely like liquor and looks like piss, but Cobalt knows if it really was alcoholic then she'd at least share.

"Mm. You'll be fine." Cobalt settles on those words, rather than saying: you've lived on those streets your whole life, nothing is going to change.

"Ain't gonna make it out." Maka takes another sip (what is it, seriously, she's drinking so much of it) and groans. "Nah. Should've guessed on the exam. Would've gotten a higher score than this bull."

On the table are Maka's finals: unsurprisingly all sub-80, with a glaring exception in the written portion of the practical magic exam, sitting at a score of 23.

"Try studying next time." Cobalt points at the outlier. "You know this. I know you know this. You should've gotten higher marks."

The thing is, Cobalt thinks, as he glances at Maka taking another swing at her drink - the thing is, it's true. Plain and simple. Maka should've done better. Maka could've done better. But Maka didn't do better.

It's no secret that Maka is incredibly gifted with magic, as if Twisted Wonderland breathes it into her despite her being 100% human. All magic comes easy to her to the point of boredom. In turn, Maka passes all practical exams with flying colors, and fails to understand the function behind application. For Maka, the means to the end are waived.

"Wha's even the point," she slurs, slamming down the bottle, "my magic reserves are broken. My stamina's brutal." Said bottle is almost empty by now, and dangerously close to her waving arms.

"I," Maka declares, elbow barely missing the bottle as she points aggressively at the offending paper, "can do so fucking much. Practical magic theorems are stupid. I can do the damn magic. I don't need this."

"There is nothing that is impossible between Heaven and Earth," Cobalt quotes, "but that doesn't mean we're boundless on the borders."

Maka stares wordlessly. Cobalt sighs. "Learn the theorems," he says. "Even if it's stuff that comes intuitively to you, there's still value in understanding why the magic works."

"I know it works, smartass," she says. "That's good enough."

"But you don't know how or why," Cobalt replies, "so you won't be able to guarantee when it won't."

"You sound like Sir Edmund," Maka rolls her eyes. "It's fine, seriously. That's what we're friends for. You'll keep me in check."

Cobalt says nothing as she stretches, standing, then waving, and making her way out the door. "Doesn't matter. I'm done complaining. You can tell my teachers that I heard you out, I might even try some more in class when I show up, or whatever, I don't care. I'm gonna take a nap."

Cobalt rises, beginning to say "At least take back your exams-" but by then, the sound of Maka's heels clicking against the floor takes his willpower to chase after her away. He sits with a sigh.

Cleaning up the table isn't hard - he shoves everything in a folder, organizing based on Maka's class schedule. The cap for the mystery drink is nowhere to be found, so Cobalt takes a sniff before shrugging and finishing off the rest of the mysterious liquid. Apple cider, he thinks, before a slight, pleasant heat follows down behind his throat. Hm. It's mixed with something.

Mental note for the future: get Maka to share next time.

#wirian premise #wiria's cosmos #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #Cobalt Fvetor #Maka Celthi #many words were lost while I was trying to save this as a draft #the words did not save themselves?#if I lose words by posting this idk how to solve that blame the app

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hollandorks · 2 years

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ohhh those vacations all sound so lovely! and WHEW the whole family?? those vacations are always so chaotic, so i’m hoping it was still wonderful! same with the family reunion, overwhelming but i’m still hoping you had a great time!! and 12 YEARS????!! i could be wrong, but i feel like i remember you saying the proposal in motn was inspired by your own proposal.

your annual trip with your mom, aunt, and grandparents sounds so special. is it the same spot every year or do you switch it up? do u guys have traditions you try to adhere to while on the vacation? and are you an only child?? i’ve got 4 brothers and no sisters so finding out people are only children always throws me off HAHAH

and yessss okay i do remember the office!! and how your mom is like everyone’s mom in the office. and what’s the specialty medication thing like? i’ve always felt like admin work like that seemed difficult (especially with all the insurance information) but i’m sure it gets repetitive and you end up remembering it all. those programs seem so daunting to me 😭😭

and i really am looking forward to reading it. i have weird commitment issues with starting a form of media so 16+ chapters of in depth fic seems so scary right now LOL but i know it’s gonna be so worth it when i put my big girl pants on and finally do read it! i thought about it a lot over the summer especially.

and nooo not the wisdom teeth! i got mine out last fall. i only had them on the bottom, so i didn’t get the whooooole thing, but i missed a lab practicum for one of my classes and i emailed my prof a photo of me post surgery as proof that i couldn’t make it because i forgot to get a doctor’s note 😭 it really wasn’t that bad! all i remember was saying how sleepy i felt and they said i could take a nap, and then i woke up LOL

the pain & aftercare was also manageable. get warm packs for your face!! they were LIFESAVING!! i used a cloth headband (the ones that are a full loop) to keep the packs against my cheeks and it was always such a relief (and then you look funny.) wishing you the best with your procedure! (i also had leftover codeine pills for pain and one time i accidentally took codeine instead of my sleeping pill the night before a big exam. fun little college things.)

Yeah me and my husband are high school sweethearts!! Which sounds so odd to me still but we've been together since we were 14! And yes the proposal was inspired by my own just because it feels very Bruce!! We were hanging out and had had a good night just doing nothing etc and I jokingly said "will you marry me?" while he was cleaning some stuff and he said something like "really?" and I said yes, then he turned around with a ring?? I said "are you serious?!" probably 90 times 😂

3 vacations was fun but also exhausting tbh 😂 the first one with my husband's family was great but there was some weird family drama?? Which is so odd because they are not like that 😂 But it was fine. The family reunion was fun too! I have a brother but he lives in Alaska so I don't see him much but he came down for that week!!

We don't really have traditions for our yearly trip but we do go to the same island every year! Our family has been going to that area since my mom and her sisters were kids! So like....forever 😂

Anything dealing with insurance is dumb as fuck because American healthcare is a scam 😤 and they change stuff constantly to try and weasel out of having to pay for these medications! It's just a lot of paperwork, being on hold, and finding out the right phone number to call really.

Lol sending a picture of yourself post surgery I love it 😂 I'm honestly kind of anxious?? Not about the actual surgery but the recovery. I had my gallbladder removed in 2017 and the recovery was a terrible terrible time and I'm just thinking like....mouth pain is so much worse for some reason to me?? But whatever it has to be done! But then I can get my teeth straightened after that!

Definitely going to save that tip thanks!! How long did it take you before you could eat normally again? Also fhalkdjfkakjdg not accidentally taking the codeine!!! Yikes!

#asks #rosie 🌹

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celticwoman · 2 years

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i made brownies :]

#to bring to my english class later today since it's my last class ever #bc i have my exam on saturday (which makes me feel like i'm about to piss myself)#anyways back to the brownies they're not the best sadly but they're not bad #they're a bit dry and my mom insisted on putting some chocolate pieces and they burnt a little #but they're yummy AND i made them myself so i hope my classmates & teacher like them #if they don't i might cry just a little #anyways i'm trying to think and do anything possible to avoid thinking about saturday lol #i'm soooo nervous i hate exams #whatever i'm gonna take a nap before class now #cami.txt

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man oh man you've got me in my feelings about college matt. i've always liked the college sweethearts idea as cliche as it sounds, but irl it feels like i've missed my chance lmao so i will be living through fics <3 anyway,, i am thinking abt sharing school sweaters, laying in his lap in the grass field when the sun's out, spending late nights in the library, sleeping in each other's dorms ,,, yearning to share all the typical college experiences i've missed out on with him 🥺

bestie the way that i did not even go to college so i feel this but i've been sitting on this for too long so i'm gonna do them all rn in tumblr and not read over or edit any of it just hit post fsdfds so enjoy!!! also the line is from my favorite book mistborn by brandon sanderson i just skipped to a random page and wrote what was there down. i felt really strongly about this so i write every single one you mentioned!!!

"is that my sweatshirt?"

you freeze, slowly turning to look at matt. he's standing by the door to your dorm, cane in one hand and backpack in the other. you were getting ready to go get coffee before either of your classes started when he realized.

"what? no? what makes you think this is yours?" the fake innocent voice you put on only furthers the smile on his face and he adjusts so that he's leaning up against the door frame, the bottom of his own sweatshirt riding up to expose a sliver of skin.

"it smells like me." you throw your own backpack over one shoulder, wildly underestimating just how heavy it is and it almost takes you down with the momentum. a warm hand reaches out to steady you against your waist, he's stepped into your space when you weren't looking and you feel the familiar butterflies that you always get around him.

"oh well, ya caught me." matt pulls you in by his grip on his own sweatshirt that now dons your frame and presses his lips to yours. your hands move to hold the fabric on his chest, the rest of the world slipping away under him.

"yeah, i caught you," his voice is low, and deep as he breathes the words across your lips before pulling back and holding your door open. "coffee time."

the warm sun bakes down on you where you lay, out on the quad, in front of your dorm. solid thighs shift beneath your head and you almost go to open your eyes when his hand shifts to run along your hair.

"comfy?" you can hear the turning of pages as he reads, the gentle hum of whatever song foggy had gotten stuck in his head. you'd come out here to do homework and enjoy the sunny weather, the chill of winter finally being chased away by pollen and leaves. green.

you'd announced not long after that it was too nice to be doing work and instead splayed out in the grass with your head in matt's lap. he'd laughed and teased you for being like a cat curling up in the one sun spot that would shine through the window no matter how inconveniently placed, but still shifted everything off him to better make room for you. only placing the small book down on your chest so that he could easily run his fingers across it to read.

"yeah, might take a nap," you mumble back, nuzzling further into his touch and enjoying the way he seems to relish even this muted form of affection. "read to me?"

it doesn't matter what he's reading, sometimes it's textbooks, sometimes novels, still you always ask. the comfort from his voice deep in his chest as he spins stories out loud for you with all of the care of a parent reading to a child. sometimes when it's just the two of you he'll do funny voices just to hear you laugh and egg him on.

"of course." is the reply before he begins guiding you deeper in your descent into sleep. "what proof do we have? the words of men long dead, only now deemed divinatory? even if we accept these prophecies, only tenuous interpretation links them to me."

"matty," you whispered loudly across the table, making sure your voice would cut through the recording going on his laptop. sure enough, he hit pause and turned to face you, one earbud still in.

"yeah?"

he arched an eyebrow and you had to hold laughter back. "whats the answer to 18?"

"are you trying to cheat off me?" his voice turned mock horrified and you reached out to smack against his shoulder. it ended up being louder than you meant and you both got an angry shush from across the room by the librarian.

"it's not cheating if you tell me, then it's just helping." you lean even closer across the table, and he takes in a quick breath, drawing as much of you into his mouth as possible.

he matches your pose, until there's nothing but a single inch between your lips. "sounds like cheating to me."

"ugh, fine don't help your partner good luck getting kisses." you groan out against his smile, before sitting back in your chair with a huff. he rolls his eyes before pushing his glasses up his nose and going back to his own work.

you look back down at your papers, switching, and moving them around trying to find the notes you thought you had taken during the last class.

"we're closing in ten you two." the librarian calls out, and when you look back up you realize the entire rooms empty, and it's just the two of you. meaning it's coming up on midnight and you've been here for at least four hours.

matt starts packing his stuff up, reaching out to grab yours as well, he's always so careful with your things, gently organizing and placing them into your backpack.

"did you figure out 18?" he asks sweetly, putting both yours and his backpack over each shoulder. he never lets you carry things as much as he can, always taking your backpack or carrying your water bottle.

"no i didn't thank you very much," he leans down at your grumbled words to press the softest kiss to your cheek.

"it's 38 sweetheart."

it's more often than not that one of you is sleeping in the others rooms, curled up under blankets on a small twin size mattress. his or yours it doesn't matter, soft fleece blankets and expensive silk sheets at his insistence on both beds.

warm arms wrapped around your chest, his nose nuzzled deep into your hair. you card your fingers through his hair in a gentle attempt to rouse him from his sleep. your alarm had gone off a couple minutes ago, which meant that he was only still sleeping out of nothing but spite. he hadn't been sleeping well the last week, up late studying for finals so stressed about whether or not he was going to make the grades to get him into columbia.

it didn't matter how much you and foggy told him he would do fine, that he was more than smart enough, capable enough. he'd still been up till four am most nights, practically chugging coffee to keep his eyes open while he listened back over every page of notes he'd taken all semester.

he'd whine if you even talked about going by to your room to sleep alone, even on those nights he just wanted you close by. you couldn't help but acquiesce and curl up under his arm, head tucked into his side to avoid the light from his laptop.

he always made sure to not keep you up, volume so low you weren't sure how he still heard it. screen brightness dim and turned away from you, always so considerate.

which is why you felt bad about waking him up now, knowing he'd only slept at best maybe four hours. if he didn't have class in another hour you'd have let him sleep in more, just snuck out and wrapped the blanket tightly around him. but he'd be grumpy, if he woke up and you weren't there, you knew from personal experience.

"matty, baby, gotta get up." you press soft kisses across his cheek, watching his eyelashes flutter in response, his arm pulls around you tighter.

deep rumbles of annoyance roll through him as he squeezes his eyes shut even more, like if he tries hard enough somehow it'll be night time again and he'll be able to catch even twenty more minutes of sleep.

"i know, but you've got class in fourty-five and i know you're gonna want a shower and some coffee first," he'd be more annoyed if you didn't know him better than he knew himself, couldn't help the small smile that tugged on his lips.

"mmm'fine." waking up wasn't all that bad he thought, not when you were there, hands in his hair, lips on his face. not when you knew exactly what time he'd need to be up in order to take a shower and get coffee before class, that you'd set your alarm for him knowing you didn't have class till halfway through his.

no, this was all you. all good.

#ezra answers #ezra writes #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #college!matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fluff #matt murdock fic #matt murdock x you

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gayfanservice · 2 years

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Okay, so, how do you think Bokuto, Ushijima, Oikawa and Iwaizumi would act with a bf that has social mutism and needs to be touching his s/o while in public. But when they get home or in private he's sleepy but talkative? (My first ask ever! I'm nervous!)

Hello, new anon! Welcome to my gremlin cave, hope you like it!

Bokuto Kōtarō

“Bokuto, if you could stop staring at the door and focus on practice that’d be appreciated.” Akaashi deadpanned as Kōtarō waved him off, “Now, now, Akaashi, someone very special is coming today and I have to make sure I don’t miss it.” He boasted as he looked at Akaashi, the door opening and closing before he looked back, “(Y/N)! When did you get here?!” Your hands were shoved deep in your pockets, shrugging your shoulders as he bounded up to you and hugged you. You hugged back before he let go, only holding your hand now, “Akaashi, you and Konoha are on cleaning duty. Bye!” “Whoa, hold- and he’s gone. Bastard,” Konoha whispered.

“Did you have a good day?” Kōtarō asked as he ever so slightly swung your hands, you nodded, “That’s good, my day was pretty alright. We had a math test today so that sucked, pretty sure I failed it.” He talked the whole way to his house, unlocking the door and letting you in. You took your shoes off, putting on the guest slippers as you walked up to his room. You opened his door and dived into his bed, “Kōtarō, cuddle meee,” He laughed as he hoped into bed beside you, “My little baby all tired from today?” He teased as you buried your head in his chest, “Day was cool, my teacher yelled at a kid for drawing a mustache on himself.” You both laughed, “Hm, tired,”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You walked up to Wakatoshi, “Hey,” Grabbing his hand, “Good morning, (Y/N), how was your rest?” He asked as you made your way to the cafeteria, “Okay, I’ve had better,” You yawned, “‘M so tired, I wanna nap.” “It’s not smart to sleep during school.” “Has that ever stopped me?” “No,” “Exactly.”

“Goooood morning, (Y/N)!” You sat your plate down beside Wakatoshi’s, nodding at Tendō as you dug in, “Man, you sure don’t talk a lot, huh?” “Don’t be rude!” Semi scolded as he sat down beside him, Reon following. “He talks, just not around you,” Wakatoshi stated, Semi and Reon trying their best not laugh while you hit your chest a couple time, “That was so rude, Ushijima!” Semi squeaked out, trying to hide the big smile on his face, “What? He doesn’t talk around other people, just me.” He took a bit of whatever the school cafeteria gave him, “You didn’t have to say it so rudely!” Your shoulders were shaking while tears came out of your eyes, the giant smile on your face never leaving.

Oikawa Tōru

You were in class taking notes when a crumpled up paper rolled onto your desk, opening it up and seeing ‘hey :)’ written on it. You looked over at Tōru (who was sitting beside you) before quietly laughing to yourself as you wrote back ‘sup’, throwing back to him when the teacher wasn’t looking. It came back, ‘wanna spend luntch with me’ ‘thats not how you spell lunch doofus’ ‘is that a yes or a no’ You sighed, a smile on your face as you nodded at Tōru, “Oikawa, what’s the answer?” You both looked at the teacher, “Uh, 42…?” “Correct,” You snickered to yourself, paying attention to what the teacher was teaching instead of Tōru. He stuck his tongue out at you, you doing it back.

The bell rang as everyone packed their stuff and left, leaving just you two in the empty classroom. “Can’t believe you actually got the answer right. Was sure you were gonna’ fuck it up.” You had your head in one arm while the other connected your pinkies, dangling them between the desks. “Mean, (Y/N)! Do you really have so little confidence in me?” You laughed, “Yeah, I do,” You laughed more as Tōru wore an offended face, “Mean, (Y/N)!”

Iwazumi Hajime

“Hey, (L/N)! Can you set to us?” Hanamaki and Hajime walked up to you as you were drinking, doing a shaka sign as you put down your water bottle and grabbed the cart full of volleyballs. You climbed the ladder and started hitting the balls for them, watching as they chase after them for spikes. ‘Hm, I wonder if hedgehogs like to play catch.’ You thought, tossing another ball for them. ‘Is his hair dyed or is it actually pink? I will not ask.’ You reached for another ball, finding it empty. You stared at it, ‘How did we run out so quick?’ “(L/N), where’s the next ball?” Hanamaki panted, you shrugged as you got off the ladder. “Well, that’s practice. Talk to you tomorrow, we have cleaning duty.” You waved to him.

After Hanamaki left you cleaned up, “Classes were so boring, the teacher was acting like a sloth on antidepressants.” You picked up a ball, “You think she’s a meth addict?” “(Y/N), no, that has nothing to do with anything you just said.” You shrugged tossing the ball into the cart as you hugged Hajime from behind, “I’m tired, hold me.” You wrapped your hands around his neck, “(Y/N), you’re behind me, I can’t.” You groaned as you started sliding down his back, “Whoa- Hey!” “Hajime, carry meee,” you whined from the floor, hearing him sigh before he picked you up, “Baby,” “Yeah,”

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teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

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