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etherealising · 9 months
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chapter one | a berzatto family christmas
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pairing(s): carmen berzatto x fem!reader : platonic!michael berzatto x fem!reader : platonic!richie jerimovich x fem!reader
summary: you reunite with carmy years later at the berzatto family christmas party.
warnings: language (cursing), blasphemy, angst (maybe?), spoilers kinda (if you haven't seen season 2 don't read), the berzatto family, not dialogue heavy, very subtle hints to mikey being suicidal, probably ooc!characters, idk what else but if you find something let me know please! not beta’d and minimal editing so sorry for any mistakes. i also wrote this overstimulated on caffeine so if it doesn’t make sense or it’s repetitive then we know why : )
semantics: no use of Y/N: reader goes by the nickname Baby it has a backstory and its literally so simple, if this bothers you idk what to tell you, sorry : (
wc: 4.7k
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You were standing on the sidewalk, nerves filling your body as you hyped yourself up to take the few steps left to the porch and ring the doorbell. You shouldn’t have been so nervous, you knew that but your mind was spinning with the myriad of scenarios both good and bad; that could play out once you stepped foot past the threshold. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much that you were nervous to enter the house itself, it was the fact that you’d be face to face with your childhood best friend for the first time in you didn’t even know how long. Maybe childhood best friend was a stretch you had only been introduced into each other's lives due to circumstance, and because of that forced proximity, you both took comfort in having someone stable around.
The two of you weren’t friends because you had chosen each other, or because you had met in kindergarten and shared toys in the sandbox because the other kids were stingy. No, you met because as a single mom, your mother needed all the shifts she could get even if that meant working the graveyard shift at the hospital, and only seeing you a handful of hours throughout the day because most times she was too dead on her feet to be conscious for more than a few hours. And when she could no longer pay the babysitter her next best option was the eccentric woman across the street who had children close in age with you.
Enter Donna Berzatto, a woman who came to feel like a second mom to you. It's not that she replaced your mom, no one could ever replace her, but she was the only real mother figure you knew for a time in your life. Who took you in as her own when your mother needed a new babysitter, and not just you but integrated your mom into the family as well, when she was spared the time off from nursing. Donna Berzatto who never sent you home empty-handed, and always made enough food for you and your mom to last throughout the week, just so your mother wouldn’t have to worry about fitting grocery shopping into her already hectic schedule. Donna Berzatto who, even when you were old enough to no longer need a babysitter, would send Carmy across the street to fetch you for family dinner, or even just invite you over because she thought you needed company.
Now that you were thinking about it, it seemed like you were more friends with his mom than you ever were with Carmen Berzatto. But then that would be a lie wouldn’t it?
You and Carmen Berzatto were friends due to circumstance, maybe even best friends. You weren’t just friends at his house, but you were school friends, you were everywhere friends. He really was your only true friend, of course, you had school friends, but that’s just what they were. You saw them Monday through Friday for a mandatory education, never an hour before school started or a minute after the final bell. Which didn’t necessarily bother you, but sometimes you longed for a weekend invitation to hang out, not that it ever came. And it wasn’t like you were shunned or unpopular in school, you were just average, you didn’t see a point in making friends with people you weren’t actually interested in befriending.
That’s what made Carmy so different, yes maybe you were only introduced due to circumstances but that didn’t stop the two of you from latching onto each other for dear life. Your mom always wondered how you two even established the friendship you did, with both of you being shy and never feeling the need to go out of your way to make friends. Include the fact that you had been neighbors practically your whole lives and never once taken an interest in each other aside from shy waves and curious childlike staring when either of you would be outside.
Your relationship with Carmen progressed as any childlike relationship would, you befriended each other, had your incessant petty arguments and fights, nothing ever serious enough to actually cause damage just childish antics. And it continued to progress through middle school and high school, the two of you were each other’s person, you just understood each other, the two of you let the other understand you, and wanted to be understood by each other.
You could also recall what you explain as a minute change in your friendship. As Senior year approached and you and Carmy continued to grow into yourselves, you developed a slight crush on the boy you had grown up with. It obviously wasn’t as small as you thought it was if you were standing in front of his childhood home giving yourself a pep talk just to ring the damn doorbell though was it?
The unsolicited card and wrapped present weighed heavy in your tote bag, as your breath was made visible by the chilly Chicago weather.
It was Christmas and for all intents and purposes you had been planning on mailing the present to Carmen’s New York address, but after visiting The Beef on your way back into town Mikey and Richie had let it slip that indeed the infamous Berzatto sibling would be gracing everyone with his presence this holiday season.
It was moments like these you wished you had picked up on the Berzatto family’s horrible smoking habit, thankfully your mom had taught you just how vital having functioning lungs was.
Your head shot up as the sound of loud rambunctious voices drew your attention to the front door opening and closing revealing a face you were all too familiar with and actually relieved to see. The oldest Berzatto brother stood on the porch, hands on his hips as he gave you a goofy smile. You could feel your lips stretching into a smile of your own, the infectious aura that Michael Berzatto exuded doing wonders to calm your racing mind.
“I know you didn’t come all this way just to stand outside staring at my family home like a fucking weirdo Baby.” Mikey’s smile grew in size as he teased you.
You rolled your eyes at the childhood nickname you wish hadn’t stuck as Mikey opened his arms to wrap you in one of his signature hugs. The two of you stood on the porch embracing each other for what felt like hours, you needed this hug as much as he needed it, you knew it and Mikey did too. That was the thing about you and Mikey although not blood-related it was as if your souls knew each other in a past life. Of the Berzatto siblings, Mikey was the last sibling you developed a relationship with. Growing up he was always just Carmy’s older brother but as you grew up surrounded by him, he became your surrogate older brother as well. And when Carmy dashed off to pursue his culinary dreams in New York, you and Mikey grew even closer.
You stepped back from the embrace, your eyes finding Mikey’s as he looked at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. “You not standing out here cause of a certain Chef in that house are ya?” Mikey asked, smirking down at you.
You chuckled “The only reason I come around anymore is for Mama Donna.” You joked doing a poor job to convince Mikey.
He nodded, tossing his head back with a laugh, “You were always a shit liar Baby. Carmy’s an idiot, don't let him ruin your Christmas.”
You let out a sigh head resting against Mikey’s chest as you tried to let his words soothe you even more, “He’s not ruining it, you just know things have been kind of stilted between us, and I don’t know this whole situation just feels awkward.”
You raised your head to look at Mikey again, “It’s awkward right? Am I making things awkward? I don’t wanna ruin Christmas Mikey, I know how your mom is and I know how Carmy is, I don’t wanna ambush him.”
The worry in your voice was evident as Mikey stood there listening to your ranting. His hand reached out as he used his thumb to massage away the frown between your eyebrows. “Calm down Baby, you know Ma is expecting you, and she wouldn’t take it well if you missed Christmas. She looks forward to seeing you every year, you give her a piece of Carmy when he can’t be fucking asked to come home and visit.” His hand moved down to cup the side of your neck rubbing soothing circles where his thumb rested, “Do it for Ma okay? Let Carmy be fucking wonder boy Carmy a’ight.”
You laughed nodding your head as best as you could with Mikey’s hand holding it, he smiled giving you one last hug before dropping his hand to grab your wrist and tug you into the house. You stopped him by placing a hand on his arm that was connected to yours.
“Hold on Mikey, I got you something.” You moved to start rummaging through your tote bag stalling because you were too nervous for his reaction to the present.
“Awe you didn’t have to get me nothing.” You turned back to him with the present in your hands as he held his own hands over his heart mockingly. You knew Mikey didn’t do well when it came to sentimental things and the best you would get out of him was a joke as opposed to anything else.
You laughed holding the rectangular wrapped present out to him, “I wanted to Mikey, don’t think of this as a gift, think of it uhh…as a show of appreciation yeah?” You nodded feeling your face heat up as you dropped your head so he couldn’t see how unsure you were about the gift.
He smiled, finding your shyness endearing before tearing into the neatly wrapped paper and revealing a frame, his hands engulfing it from end to end. He smiled looking at it before you saw confusion etch across his face, “This is great Baby, yeah but uh what the fuck am I looking at?”
You shove his shoulder before laughing at him and grabbing the frame out of his hands but holding it in front of your chest so he could still see its contents, “It's a trademark certification you dumbass, can’t you fucking read Mikey.” You joked to try and underestimate how big of a gift this was.
Mikey’s brows furrowed before he snatched the frame out of your hands to get a better look at the certificate sitting behind the glass, eyes snapping back up to your face with a look you couldn’t read. You shuffled your feet feeling like you overstepped a boundary you didn’t even know was between you and Mikey, “Don’t worry though I-I, put it in your name, it’s not like I trademarked it for myself or anything. I just know how much this means to you and I, I know shit has been tough lately and I’m sorry if you feel like I stepped on your toes but…Mikey, you deserve good things too okay?” You hadn’t meant to go on a rant, but you could feel the apprehension leaving you as you became passionate in every word you spoke.
“You deserve to be fucking happy Mikey, and I, I want you to know I fucking believe in you and I’m always in your corner. If it's-” You were cut off by Mikey clearing his throat, causing your eyes to snap back up to his, all the emotions he didn’t know how to translate into words swirling in his brown eyes, a small smile resting on his lips.
“Mikey-,” Before you could get another word out you were once again trapped in his comforting embrace, this hug conveying something completely different from the earlier one you shared. Mikey’s head tucked into your neck as you felt his uneasy breathing through your hands clutched around him. Mikey wasn’t the type to get emotional in front of other people, and feeling a tear of his smear against your cheek as he raised his head from your neck and settled his bearded cheek against yours, you weren’t sure if you had done the right thing by giving him the gift or not.
The two of you stood in silence as you allowed Mikey his moment, not wanting to make him feel insecure about you being present while he was being emotional. When he finally pulled away you could see the leftover sheen in his eyes. He tucked the framed certificate under his arm as both his hands reached up to grab your face in both of his hands, eyes finding yours, a whispered “thank you, baby,” leaving his lips as he placed a kiss on your forehead before he grabbed the frame again and wrapped you in another hug.
His head rested atop yours as your face rested against his chest, ear pressed against his beating heart. You lied, you thought the last hug was different, but no it was this hug that was different, while the second hug you shared in the span of 20 minutes was a hug of love and gratitude. This hug felt heavier, like there were things Mikey wanted to tell you but couldn’t, things he only felt he could convey through a hug, things you weren’t sure if you wanted to question or not.
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It had been almost 20 minutes since Michael had escaped the house to do whatever the fuck it was he was doing outside. Carmy didn’t know and in all honesty he didn’t actually give a shit either, too busy helping Donna out in the kitchen to try to give any thoughts to whatever had grabbed Mikey’s attention.
He was focused in the corner of the kitchen making Tiff Sprite to help alleviate her nausea symptoms. Anyone else would have done their best to block out the rambunctious noises going on throughout the house, not Carmy though, the chaos fueled him, it grounded him. If the house was quiet it would have been too much for him, to be alone with his own thoughts ping-ponging around in his head, waiting for a chance to drown him. So if he had to listen to his mom list a plethora of things he needed to make sure happened for Christmas dinner to go off without a hitch while he was making Sprite from scratch, he welcomed it.
He finished his concoction just in time for Richie to walk through the kitchen, the older man trying to figure out how the fuck it was even possible to make Sprite from scratch. Gratefully taking the glass Carmy had offered to him, marveling at the carbonated drink in his hand.
Carmy nodded in his direction, “Yo Cousin, where the fuck is Mikey. He just fucking disappeared.” Carmy’s head swiveled around the kitchen double checking whether his brother was there or not, coming up empty in his search. Richie glanced up before settling his eyes back on the drink in his hand still doing the mental math to wrap his head around what the fuck Carmy just made.
Richie jutted his head in the direction of the front door, “Outside talking to Baby.” His eyes finally focused on Carmy’s in time to see the frown grace the younger man’s face, his eyebrows pinching together in agitation, annoyed that his brother was on a phone call rather than inside. Though that’s what Carmy told himself subconsciously he knew he was just annoyed at the fact that Mikey was even talking to you at all. Carmy didn’t think he was possessive but as you and Mikey grew closer through the years, he couldn’t help but feel miffed about the ever growing friendship between the two of you. You and your friendship with Carmy was the first thing in his life that he felt like was actually his and his alone.
It’s funny really for Carmy to think he has any sort of claim over you, or like the two of you were even really friends anymore. When he left Chicago to pursue his culinary dreams, he left you behind to, essentially ghosting the one real friend he did have. It’s not like he meant to, you two just went your separate ways after graduation, and he wasn’t even sure if there even was an “Us” when it came to the two of you anymore. If that was the case the only person he had to blame was himself, it was no fault of yours that your friendship had hit a plateau, Carmy hadn’t responded to a text of yours in years, and the fact that you still texted him to this day caused a slight pain in his chest as he stood in the middle of his mother’s kitchen, frown still etched into his features.
“He’s outside on the phone with Baby?” Carmy questioned the ache in his chest doing nothing to alleviate his irritation. It was Richie’s turn to frown reciprocating the same confused look Camry wore.
“What - No dickhead, he’s talking to Baby, like she’s right in fucking front of him and shit.” Richie swatted the side of Carmy’s head like a child. “Your moms invites her to every holiday, Cousin, and she comes every time.” Richie knew the last bit wasn’t necessary but felt Carmy rightfully deserved it, all anyone wanted from the youngest Berzatto was a visit.
“Dudes been out there for fucking ever though, those to idiots just standing outside like a bunch of fucking jackoffs.” Richie left the kitchen not waiting for Carmy to follow him before heading to the front door. He stopped moving the curtain on one of the side windows to spot two of the people he considered family. He let out a low whistle nudging Carmy’s shoulder who had finally joined his side nodding his head to the window.
“Get a load of these fucking losers hugging on the porch like they’re in some fucking Hallmark movie or some shit.” Richie laughed pointing at you and Mikey through the window. Carmy leaned closer to get a peak at what Richie was going on about.
Carmy hated to admit it, but Richie was right, the too of you looked like the happy couple who just saved a small town’s Christmas or whatever the fuck Hallmark movies were about. Mikey had finally separated himself from you long enough for Carmy to take in your features. He’d be lying if he said the years apart made him forget what you looked like. You were still the same girl he left in Chicago all those years ago except the wand of maturity had touched you, and in his opinion he thought you looked more beautiful than you had in high school.
Carmy was never one to pay too much attention to a woman’s features, and not because he didn’t care, it's just that he didn’t think it mattered. But as he drank in your form he learned in that exact moment why a woman might want people to notice the small things. Like the haircut you were sporting that Carmy felt shaped your face well, not that he knew shit about stuff like that, but he could appreciate art when he saw it. The outfit you picked out doing wonders to compliment your tall form and accentuate your legs. Carmy could look at you all day, scratch that he wanted to look at you all day.
He was torn from his reverie as Richie narrated the scene happening in front of them, “Aw look at these fuckers lookin all in love an shit.” He joked watching as Mikey slung his arm around you and led you towards the door, what looked to be a frame held in his other hand. The two of you walked side by side, your arm wrapped around his torso, hugging him into your side, Mikey’s head leaning slightly down to whisper something in your ear a small smile gracing your face as Mikey pressed his lips onto your temple lingering there for what Carmen swore was forever.
The tightness in his chest intensified tenfold as the realization of just how close you and Mikey had become sank into him. He didn’t know how to feel, his brain not even allowing any emotions to process, saving himself from any conclusions he might come to from a split second interaction.
Carmy left, he chose his path, he knew this, and he had no regrets he would pursue his dream every time the opportunity was presented. He just wished that, maybe if he held onto you as tightly as you still held onto him, it would’ve been him greeting you on the sidewalk on Christmas Day, being the sole object of your attention holding you close to his longing body. He knew overall the decisions he made regarding you were wrong, while he ignored your daily text and calls enough times for you to just resort to monthly check ins asking him about his endeavors and congratulations as you heard about his achievements in the culinary industry, he knew deep down that Mikey answered every text and call you sent his way, made it his mission to connect with you anytime you were back in Chicago.
Carmy couldn’t admit it to himself but deep down he knew his family saw spending time with you as a way to stay connected to him. You were the closest thing any of them still had to Carmy, and even though he had essentially cut you off from his life, his family loved you too much to allow Carmy’s shortcomings to affect their relationship with you.
He was broken from the recesses of his mind as Richie threw the door open stepping over the threshold raising his hands in the air to welcome you and Mikey into the house. The glass of Sprite still clutched in his left hand, a broad smile spread across his face as you left Mikey’s hold to greet Richie eyes not having spotted Carmy who was hidden behind Richie’s small frame.
Carmy’s first up close look at you in years were your hands wrapped around Richie’s torso as he pulled you into a hug, rocking the two of you back and forth, Richie let you go quickly turning his body back into the house “A’ight fuckers you can all stop pretending you care so much about Carmy and his little rat in the chef hat bullshit. We got the real deal here now, Baby's gracing us with her journalist presence.”
Carmy’s brows furrowed at Richie’s dig only slightly offended about being compared to a fictional character named after pasta, too caught up in allowing the sound of your laugh to grace his ears for the first time in what felt like forever. Mikey had finally caught up to you standing behind you with a hand placed on your shoulder, Carmy watched as his brother’s hand glided up and down your arm before giving your bicep a slight squeeze and nodding his head in Carmy’s direction.
If Carmy was being honest it was becoming increasingly difficult to quiet his mind that was eagerly trying to piece everything together. From yours and Mikey's prolonged moment on the porch, to the kiss he placed on your temple, add in Richie’s jokes and the almost constant physical contact between you and Mikey and Carmy was sure he figured shit out.
You looked to where Mikey motioned his head finally noticing Carmy’s figure standing there while Richie ran off towards the stairs after his impromptu introduction. Looking at Carmy was like being in a Time Machine, nothing had drastically changed, he looked more exhausted than what you remembered. But overall he was the same Carmy you parted ways with all those years ago.
A small smile graced your lips as you took him in, he was still your Carmy appearance wise, and right now for you that was all that mattered. You lifted your hand in a small wave gaining his attention, your smile growing wider as your eyes locked with his.
The clearing of a throat broke you from your thoughts, Mikey’s hand giving your shoulder a squeeze as he walked you two into the house before shutting the door behind him. As he finished he stood in front of you so that Carmy was partially covered from view by each brother in your line of vision though your focus was taken up by the eldest. He gave you a reassuring smile before gently knocking his fist against your chin and presumably turning to leave you and Carmy alone.
As Mikey walked past Carmy he gave him his signature grin and a wink before patting his shoulder as left to check on Donna in the kitchen and mingle with the other guests.
Carmy’s face was still set in the same frown it had been in when he first asked Richie where Mikey ran off to. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves before taking a step to close the gap between you, your hand reached out to gently squeeze Carmy’s arm though stopping in midair as you watched him subtly flinch. Your smile faltered, your hand finding its rightful place at your side. You looked up to see the apology in Carmy’s eyes, you did your best to brush the moment off, maybe you came on too strong, maybe it wasn’t fair that you were still pushing for a friendship when Carmy had given you all the reasons to stop trying, maybe the Carmy in front of you was a different Carmy to the one you used to know. Maybe the life where it was you and Carmy had finally taken its last breath and you were just too clingy and desperate to realize.
You cleared your throat trying to alleviate the lump forming from the thoughts that were racing through your brain. The small placating smile on your face there to stop you from having a full breakdown in the Berzatto’s foyer. “Its good to see you Carmen, I hope New York is treating you well.” You lips wrapped around the generic greeting forcing yourself not to say anything you might regret.
Carmy nodded his head rapidly accepting your lackluster words, his lips parting and closing all in the same breath. The man obviously had nothing to say to you, and maybe you just had to accept that. You stayed a moment longer cursing yourself for doing so as the air between you two filled with palpable tension.
“Baby, is that you? My goodness you look fucking gorgeous.” Half of Donna’s body had popped out of the kitchen finally gaining a spare moment to greet you. Her words mumbled through the cigarette between her lips, a ladle held in her right hand while the left was occupied by tongs. Her apron covered in all sorts of sauces and whatever the hell else your brain couldn’t even begin to discern.
You laughed half in amusement and half in relief, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand there as Carmy burned holes in your body. You waved at Donna quickly, beginning to head towards her to join her in the kitchen. It wasn’t your first choice as an escape from Carmen but you’d rather try and help Donna finish preparing Christmas dinner than be around Carmy for another minute.
Donna waved the tongs in Carmy’s direction, “Jesus fucking Christ Carmen, take the girls bag and coat. Don’t just fuckin stand there.” She huffed eyes glaring the longer Carmen stayed glued to the spot. You handed him your tote as soon as his arm shot out and began hastily shimmying out of your jacket. You gave him a soft smile before laying the jacket on his awaiting arm.
You began to leave the foyer as Donna motioned for you to follow her, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to walk into. A sudden thought occurred causing you to gently grip Carmy’s bicep as you were walking past him, “I uh, I actually bought you a Christmas present. So um, find me later yeah?” You smiled tilting your head slightly in questioning.
Carmen Berzatto graced you with a small smile, nodding back in agreement as you sent him one final nod and turned to enter the kitchen. The first positive emotion he granted you since you walked back into his life 30 minutes ago.
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a/n: this is my first fic that i’m publishing and i genuinely have no clue what the fuck any of this is, : ) but nonetheless hope you all enjoy! or don’t i’m just a stranger on the internet. constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated though. please like, comment, reblog if this behemoth tickles your fancy!
also i write for fun/hobby and i'm such an inconsistent bitch so don't get your hopes too high, but this will potentially be a series idk yet though lol.
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tarjapearce · 6 months
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soccer family wife meeting Miguel’s family for the first time?
👀 Miguel has a potty mouth.
(This is before meeting her family btw)
"So... when you're gonna introduce your girl?"
"A Pitufina?"
Gabriel didn't hold back the ugly snort at the nickname
"God, that's such a terrible pet name."
Gabriel poured the coffee for the both as Miguel prepared breakfast. A bit of Huevos rancheros and fried red beans to pair it with.
"She might come later, she's been busy."
"Right."
Gabriel put two of sugar to his mug as he handed Miguel his. The proceeded to heat up some day old tortillas.
"You're gonna tell mom about her?"
"No."
Miguel's voice monotone, but firm. Gabriel sighed and slanted over the counter, eyes on the tortillas as he crossed his arms in his chest.
"Look, I don't wanna be that guy, but... don't you think it's been years?"
"Yeah. Keep them coming."
"Just do it out of politeness. She'll find out one way or another And you know how mom gets."
He flipped the tortilla and Miguel served.
"I couldn't care less what she thinks. Pásame el chile. Besides that's precisely why I don't want them to meet." (Hand me the chili sauce)
"I just wanna know why you won't talk to her about this. Like... You've gotten a girlfriend!"
"Por Dios, you're so annoying at times. Get over it. Yeah, I'm dating. So?"
"I was worried, Miggy." Gabriel gave a dramatic sigh as he put the other tortilla to heat up, "Thought you'd end up as a true hermit living off caffeine and stress. "
"Cabrón"
"Tú el doble." (You're it double)
"En fín. Cállate y come." (Anyways, shut up and eat)
"I'm just happy for you. I... I know you don't believe me when I say stuff like this. But Im glad that... Pitufina or however bizarre pet name you wanna call her, is with you."
Gabriel sipped his coffee and sighed.
"You've been less of an asshole lately. You have fun even, so I'm glad. Happy you can finally get some peace with yourself and she seems a good woman too. So... Congrats. "
"Thanks." 
"What if she asks to met mom?
Miguel shook his head.
"Doubt it. Mom is troublesome. Nothing is fucking good enough for her. Just like Pitufina's mother."
"Kinda understand why you got together now"
Miguel snapped his head towards him with a glare.
"Ya no te cuento ni vergas." (I'm telling you shit.)
"Okay, okay, terrible joke. Sorry. Just... How bad is it?"
"Bad. Strangers practically. Won't expose her to meet mom and throw at her face her own troubles. Mi niña has had enough as it is."
Gabriel's eyes widened upon his older brother's words.
"I think I might get used to this sappy version of you."
"Make fun all you want but even I know there are limits when it comes to being a dick. So don't mention this to mom." Miguel's eyes fixed him with a staid face as he waved his index finger as a warning to him, "And I mean it, Gabri. Don't want her to also ruin this for me."
"I won't, relax. Is not like we're really close or something."
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Your knuckles held the wheel tighter as you approached Miguel's apartment. He wanted to introduce you to his family.
So you put yourself in an outfit appropriate for the occasion. A little blazer with a tank top underneath, some jeans and matching low platform espadrilles.
Miguel rarely to never mentioned his family to you, and the sparse times he did, only mentioned his brother.
You had seen Gabriel a couple of times but never interacted with him beyond a couple of words or pleasantries if the situation demanded for it.
You parked and let Miguel know that you were outside. He lived in the second floor of an apartment complex.
He came out after a couple of minutes dressed in his stay at home clothes. A stark contrast on your outfit. You bear hugged him and he kissed your temple.
"Uh... why are you wearing that?"
"What?
You gestured
"I feel so overdressed now"
"You're fine. You're meeting Gabriel."
His arm wrapped around your waist as you made your way towards his apartment.
"Just him?"
"You sound disappointed"
Shaking your head with a smile as you climbed up the stairs. He chuckled.
"I'm not. I was nervous at the thought of meeting your parents but... knowing it's only Gabriel is less nerve wrecking."
He sighed and stopped you as his apartment came in view.
"Long story short, I don't get along either with my mom and the sperm donnor is out of the picture. Gabriel is the only constant one in my life. "
You kissed his cheek and held his hand tightly as you held a little gift on the other one.
"Thanks for telling me. I was thinking in escaping while you distracted them. But glad it won't be necessary. "
He chuckled at your attempt of lightening the mood. His keys tinkered as they turned and opened the door.
"Gabriel?"
The younger O'Hara looked up from his seat in the living room with a smile, turning the tv off
"Hey" He stood and approached you both. You gave him the little bottle of a collectible mezcal bottles.
"Miguel told me you liked this brand."
"You didn't have to, but highly appreciated." The nickname kind of made sense for Gabriel now that he saw you next to Miguel.
You introduced himself as you shook Gabriel's hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, thanks for tolerating my brother enough to date him."
You snorted as Miguel glared holes his way.
"He's not bad. Except when he runs out of coffee"
One of your arms wrapped around Miguel's waist as he held and entwined your fingers with his on the other.
"Ah you tell me. I'm the one that's sent to the store to replenish. Older brother privilege and stuff."
You couldn't help but giggle.
"Didn't know you bullied your brother like that."
"Can't believe you're in his side."
"Hey, I'm the youngest too. Totally relate on that"
"Anyways, a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Gabriel.."
"Don't wanna sound rude but I gotta go meet a client. See you guys later."
"Ve con cuidado." (Careful out there)
"Have a nice day, Gabriel."
"You both too."
Gabriel retreated to his room to then leave the apartment with his laptop.
"You can breath now, Pitufina"
"Stop calling me that? Please?"
He shook his head and kissed you.
"Then it wouldn't be fun to do that"
"Ya pues. Dame otro." He kissed you again with a smile and you giggled. (Enough. Gimme another one)
"Wanna watch a movie or you want me to cook for you?"
"Both? Please?"
"Sure"
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bots-and-cons · 4 months
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Tiny ficlet/or hc’s/ or whatever your heart feels
Ratchet befriends a local coffee shop owner (afab) when the owner swung through the hospital June works at to give the night shift nurses free caffeine on the house has a treat. June was letting Ratchet shadow her in holoform on her shift after Ratchet asked to learn more medical info for humans in case the teams human partners ever need med attention. Maybe light banter/ how relationship develops either romantically or just has friends / Mr- caffeine-is-bad-for-you-Ratchet vs up-all-night-barista-jugging-coffee-by-the-gallon
Uuu, I like this idea. I felt like HCs was the best fit for this. I felt like a scenario would get way too long for me, and it would also take forever to write, so HCs it is. Also I don’t drink any kind of coffee, so forgive my ignorance on that front. I tagged this as humanformers, since it’s holoform stuff
•He’s never been one for coffee, but he decided to try it out one late evening
•Your coffee shop is open really late, and after he tasted the coffee in the hospital break room, he wasn’t very optimistic that it was going to be any good either
•There were a lot of options and he had a hard time deciding, so he asked you what you would recommend
•You asked him what he liked and he confessed he hadn’t really drank much coffee before
•There aren’t really any other customers around, and you think he’s kinda cute, so you offer to let him sample a couple of things, and if he doesn’t like them, you can just drink them yourself
•You make him a latte and an americano and let him taste some of both
•He decides he likes the americano more and orders a cup to go
•You chat with him while making the drink, and he finds that you’re very nice to talk to
•Ratchet talks with you about some stuff, and before he knows it, his break is over, and he’s already late with getting back to June
•He thinks his coffee runs might turn into a habit whenever he’s at the hospital
•You hope to see him again soon, and he does come by every now and then
•You hadn’t been able to do it for a while, but you decide to take coffee to the nurses that you’re friendly with, and you’re hoping to see Ratchet too
•You close up shop and carry as much coffee to the closest nurse’s station as you can
•The nurses are all very happy to see you and a lot of them joke about how much better your coffee is compared to what they have in the break room
•Ratchet also happens to be there that night, and he’s happy to see you, which he doesn’t really make known, he just greets you kindly and the two of you start talking while he sips his coffee
•Ratchet still doesn’t exactly like coffee, but he noticed it helps keep him awake, and it’s a good excuse to come see you
•He starts to come by the coffee shop more and more, and eventually you ask him out by writing it on the cup
•Ratchet almost doesn’t notice the little text on the cup, and he throws it away, but as it’s going into the trash, he notices you wrote something on it, and he gets it out of the trash can to check
•He’s glad he did, because you wrote your phone number and a “wanna go out?” on it
•You notice him digging the cup out of the trash can, and chuckle to yourself
•Ratchet sends you a message like ten minutes later
•”Yes, I would like to go out with you” it says
•You’re all smiles for the rest of the day and to be honest, he can feel himself smiling a lot too, especially after you ask him “Where would you like to go?”
•You set up a date and as it draws nearer, Ratchet finds himself getting increasingly nervous
•He doesn’t really know how he ended up in this situation, but now he’s going out with a human, and he’s very happy with you
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andiebeaword · 5 months
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Everyone Thinks that They Know Us | S.R.
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Summary: In choosing to dress outside her comfort zone, Reader believes she can finally catch Spencer’s attention. A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this in one night. (Kinda) Song Inspiration: ‘Dress’ by Taylor Swift. Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x SSA!Fem!Reader Category: Fluff! Content Warnings: Cursing. Jealousy. Alcohol Consumption. Mentions of Sex. Shameless Flirting. Reader’s dance partner is a total douche. Slight sexual assault (Stranger tries to lift Reader’s dress). Love confessions. Kissing. Making Out. Word Count: 2.3k
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It started as any typical Friday morning. You woke up to your early alarm, chose a similar outfit as you had yesterday; a beige turtleneck, pressed dress pants, and boots.
You rarely showed much skin at work, as you didn’t see it necessary. You pulled your hair back into a simple bun, making sure you had all your essentials; glasses, keys, purse, and coffee.
You could never forget your daily dose of caffeine in a travel mug.
Thank god today is only paperwork, you thought as you rode the elevator up to the sixth floor.
When you were halfway through your given pile, you noticed your morning coffee was gone, leaving you to get up to suffer the cringe-tasting office coffee.
While you were walking, you had a few sheets of paperwork to read, causing you to not see the gangly figure in front of you.
You bumped into them, sending your papers flying, and your glasses falling off your nose.
“Ohmygod! I am so sorry!” you heard a pitchy voice squeak out as you dropped to the floor to find your glasses and papers.
That’s when you noticed the front of your turtleneck clinging extra tight to your body while also feeling… damp?
“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled out under your breath.
“Sorry?” the voice asked. You glanced up as you adjusted your glasses.
Oh. Ohhh! Fuck!
Dr. Spencer Reid knelt down to help you with the last of your papers, not yet realizing that he’d spilt all of his coffee on the front of your turtleneck.
“H-here, Y/N, s-sorry about your blouse.”
You were still reeling from the shock of noticing it was him, so you simply stuttered out a fake “I-It’s okay, um, b-bye Dr. Reid,” and rushed down the hall to Penelope’s batcave for sanctuary.
She’s been an absolute angel to you since you were first brought on a few years ago.
You rushed in after frantically typing in your code, causing the bubbly blonde to act as though you gave her a heart attack.
“Oh my god, Y/N! What is wrong with you?” she whined, catching her breath as she glanced up at you, slowly noticing the wide coffee stain covering more than half your turtleneck. “Oh, honey, are you okay?” Penelope was on you like a koala in a second.
“I think so?” you sighed. “Right after I die of monumental embarrassment.” You went to remove the sticky sweater from your body, leaving you in a sheer camisole over a lacy bra. Before Penelope could come back with a retort, the two of you were interrupted.
“Garcia, do you have those reports f-f-for… me?”
It was in the squeak of his voice which caused you to look up at him. Spencer hadn’t ever given your appearance much thought in terms of attraction before, but now – seeing you without your glasses, in a sheer top and lace brassiere; his heart was palpitating into overdrive.
Penelope reached over inside her go-bag that she rarely uses, tossing you a blouse as she grabs a folder and hands it to Spencer, shooing him away from her lair before he could even mutter the words ‘thank you.’
As you try to figure out which hole is meant for your head to go through, you hear J.J.’s voice from Penelope’s speakers, telling you both there’s a case. With renewed haste, you scramble to get the blouse on and look presentable enough, leaving Penelope to follow hot on your heels all the way to the round table.
The case looked bad from the moment you pulled up the pictures on your tablet.
Eleven days later, you were all back on the jet, exhausted and drained from how emotionally heavy this case was for all of you. The jet landed relatively early with it being only around 7:00 p.m. EST. As depleted as most of you were riding the elevator up to the sixth floor, none of it mattered the moment everyone saw Garcia’s face.
She knew the team suffered a tragic loss while on this case. She also knew the best cure, relatively speaking, was a night out at your favorite bar, to let loose and be fancy free.
“Oh, and don’t any of you worry about coming up with an excuse to not drink, yes, I’m looking at you, Reid,” Penelope wags a finger in his direction. “Will and Kevin have so kindly volunteered to be our designated drivers for the night.”
“Since when?” J.J. squinted her eyes at her colleague. “Who’d he say was going to watch the boys?” The room soon erupted in laughter.
“Their grandmother, cherie, don’t worry,” Will winked as he ushered J.J. and the rest of the team into the elevator.
“So… let me guess, you’re going to try and sneak in a glass of water in between shots?” you joked, waiting with Spencer for the next available one.
“Actually, I plan to drink as much as you,” he chuckled, “knowing you’re such a lightweight and all.” You punched him lightly in the chest.
“I am not a lightweight!”
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Inside the bar, all eyes were on you. The girls had convinced you to pull out a dress you’d bought years ago, on a whim, that you’d never thought would see the light of day. …or the dark of a full moon night.
“Whoohooo sexy!” Emily wolf-whistled as you made your way to the table. “Now that you’re here, you have one job tonight.”
“I do?” you asked, nervously.
“Yup,” Emily popped her lips. “You cannot leave this bar without at least one guy’s number, you got that?” You nodded, glancing around the crowded bar, looking for just one lonely guy who would be kind enough to spare you a night of going home to your three cats.
As your eyes scanned the room, they instantly fell on him.
Fuck, there he was looking as relaxed as ever, even though you knew this place was in his top five for most uncomfortable places to be at this hour. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, leaving you the ability to stare shamelessly at his forearms. Just as he looked up to lock eyes with you, someone else’s hand found a home far too easily on your hips, turning you around to face them instead.
“Hi, gorgeous, you’re looking hot.”
You were ready to put on a polite facade, however after adjusting your eyes to get a better look at the guy, you felt… different.
From a few feet away, all Spencer could do was watch as he saw you smile up at the man who clearly invaded your personal space without permission. He always knew you were beautiful, hell, he thought so the moment he first laid eyes on you back when you first met.
That’s why he’d ended up spilling his coffee all over you. He was utterly infatuated with you so much so, that his feet started walking on their own accord in your direction. The next day he realized that he needed to distance himself from you just long enough so that he could learn how to act normal around you.
Now, he feels as though that had been a grave mistake.
Here you were clearly more interested in someone who wasn’t him.
When Spencer finally made his way to the table, he grabbed the first shot he could find and downed it.
“Well, well, nice of you to join the party!” Emily smiled as she handed him another shot. Spencer downed that too, ignoring the burning sensation he felt against his throat.
“Whoa, pretty boy, slow down, man! We got all night!” Morgan chuckled before going back to his conversation with Penelope and J.J.
“No, I don’t,” I mumbled, incoherently to myself.
“What did you say?!” Emily hollered over the bustly crowd of bystanders. Spencer opted to ignore her, choosing to find you amongst the crowd on the dancefloor, letting that rude stranger touch you in ways Spencer has only dreamed about.
He didn’t necessarily want to leave, but he knew he couldn’t stand to watch you throw yourself all over someone who wasn’t him.
“I took my obligatory number of shots, so I’m just– I’m going home now.”
Spencer didn’t bother to make eye contact with anyone still at the table as he gathered his things as left. Emily couldn’t believe it. Her eyes darted around the dance floor in hopes of finding you before it was too late.
“I’ll be back, guys, please no more shots until I return!”
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Your body was feeling pretty numb and light as you danced rather proactively with this stranger. When you first allowed him to take you to the dance floor, you had every intention of thanking him after a couple songs, turning him down gently.
Now, here you were rubbing your ass all over his front side, leaning more and more towards begging him to take you home and help you forget all about Spencer and his perfect fucking hair, and absolutely sinfully perfect forearms.
“Heeyy! There you are!”
You opened your eyes to find Emily waving at you from the crowded dance floor.
“Hey, Reid’s about to leave, if you still want any chance with him, you need to go now!” Emily yelled over the blaring bass. Your ears heard her, but your mind was still cloudy from all those shots you’d taken earlier.
“Hey, she’s not going anywhere,” the guy behind you yelled back. “We’re just getting started, aren’t we, baby?” You felt his hand move lower on your ass as he attempted to lift your dress up more than what you were comfortable with.
Without thinking, you raised your hand up to smack him good across his right cheek, sure to leave a nice bruise for him to wake up to in the morning.
“You were saying?” Emily scolded him while holding up her F.B.I. badge. She gave the guy a crude look before ushering you out towards the door. “Go find your prince charming, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow, okay?!”
So, here you were, outside the bar in a skimpy black dress, feeling chills over your exposed skin giving you relief from the sticky, hot atmosphere of the dance floor.
“Y/N?”
You turned around to see Spencer walking towards you, removing his jacket as he approached you. “Here, you must be freezing,” he said as he placed it on your shoulders, giving you an embracing hug from behind. “Do you need a ride home?”
You giggled at his question. Of course that’s all this man could be worried about. ‘Do you need a ride home?’ No, what I need is to hear you admit you were jealous, that it should have been you I was dancing with!
“Y/N?” You blinked away a single tear just as your hand came up to wipe it gone.
“Oh, sorry, I’m just… yeah, I– I’d like that, but.. Can we walk, instead?” Spencer nodded, moving to keep his pace with you as you bumped elbows occasionally.
“Emily told me you left early, why?” you asked, not wanting to live in this silence any longer.
“I-I don’t know, guess I was just feeling a bit tired, is all.”
“Right…” you sighed, half-wishing Emily hadn’t saved you from going home with such a douche. He still would’ve been a total douche in the morning, but maybe you could’ve ended this stupid dry spell you’d been under for too long.
“Where’s your dance partner?” Spencer asked out of the blue.
“Excuse me?” you stopped walking, Spencer following suit.
“The guy you were with. Figured you would’ve gone home with him, is all.” You wanted to remove yourself from this narrative so bad, right now.
“I would’ve, but Emily saved me from that fate, so…” Spencer easily picked up on your feigned annoyance. In truth, you were glad she’d gotten you out of his clutches. You just wished Spencer would open his eyes and see you in a more romantic light.
“No, I don’t buy that,” he huffed. “I overheard Emily and Penelope earlier. They were all betting how long it would take for you to get some guy’s number, and then have a different guy take you home… for the night.”
You were taken aback by Spencer’s self-deprecating tone as he spoke those last three words.
“Why would you care if I had?” you spit out. “This–” you spun around to show off your skin-tight dress– “was all so I could get just one guy’s attention! But you know what? I didn’t get it! So, yeah, excuse me for looking elsewhere for it all because I was foolishly hoping you would finally look at me… differently.”
Spencer was stunned into silence. He had no idea you thought of him that way, much less that you’d been wishing for the same thing he had this whole time.
“Me?” he asked, meekly, slowly pointing a finger at himself in astonishment.
“Yes, you!” you scoffed, “and now, I get to go home alone with no one to help me tak—mmmpphh!” Your brain short-circuited the moment you felt his lips on yours, warm and enticing, just like him.
When you parted, all you could do was stare up at him, eyes heated with a look you weren’t all too familiar with… especially from Spencer.
“I had no idea,” he panted as he nosed you gently while keeping his forehead pressed up against yours. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms before resting them along the hem of your waist. “Not to sound too forward, but–” you covered his lips with yours again, silently pleading him to walk you home.
“Didn’t I tell you, Spence?” you giggled as you went in for another kiss. “I only bought this dress so you could be the one to take it off.” 
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Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x female!reader)
Chapter one
Words: 3310 Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk (guys, please, don't drink alcohol), some anxiety thrown in there, a couple of bad words, google-translated italian A/N: it's lights out and away we go! welcome to my crazy world in which i got into f1 right when the season was ending and now i can't wait to see every race. also, cause I'm still kinda new and I'm not Italian, any mistakes that i make in regards of *everything*, feel free to correct me, and be nice about it ;) A/N (II): italics are thoughts and phone calls and the email, bold and italics are messages, just bold is the location ;)
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Chapter one
London, November 18th, 2022
The weight of my bag was the only thing preventing me from sprinting to my desk. Several manuscripts I had yet to finish, together with my laptop, and all my personal items, hung from my shoulder as I made my way into Mr. Williamson’s wing. I cringed at the sound of my heels over the polished floors, making various heads turn my way as I sprinted by as fast as I could. 
Eventually, I got to my desk, conveniently placed just outside Mr. Williamson’s office. The slight clutter was hastily thrown away with a flick of my wrist, making space for my bag, and turning my computer on at sprint time. A quick glance at the office before me told me Mr. Williamson hadn’t arrived yet. Thankfully. 
Checking my wristwatch, I sighed in relief at the time. 
9:32 am. New record. 
Now relaxed, I took a seat in my uncomfortable chair and started typing away on the keyboard, going over all the emails and meetings I had to schedule for the day. 
Half an hour later, Mr. Williamson showed up.
‘Good morning,’ he said in his usual hoarse morning voice.
‘Good morning, Mr. Williamson, would you like your usual coffee order?’ I asked in rehearsed practice.
‘Yes, please,’ he responded, struggling to open his office's glass door.
‘You gotta push,’ I noted while I grabbed my coat and my wallet, trying not to laugh.
‘Right,’ he grumbled, finally opening the door and leaving it open. 
He stumbled a bit over the expensive rug, looking around before taking a seat on his bigger and far more luxurious desk. His briefcase fell over when he placed it on it, dangling over the edge, and only once he was fully seated, I left my post.
That’s how every morning went for the past year. I would arrive in time –usually–, be ready at my desk until Mr. Williamson came in late –usually–, make sure he got to his seat in one piece, and go down to the ground floor where the company’s private Starbucks had its own space. 
One Americano, and one iced vanilla latte to go, please. Once again, those words were deeply burned in my memory. 
‘How is he doing this morning?’ Jeremy, the morning barista, asked as he took the order.
I shrugged, swiping the company card over the payment terminal. ‘Still pissed off drunk.’
‘So, the usual?’ he chuckled, motioning me to the end of the bar while Amanda, his workmate, made the drinks.
We both leaned over the counter separating us, talking in hushed voices, so the other customers wouldn’t listen to our conversation.
‘Honestly, I don’t know how much he can go on like this. I’m starting to feel bad for the guy.’
‘Girl, he cheated on his wife, and she rightfully left him. If he deals with his own mistakes by getting wasted every night, it’s up to him,’ Jeremy sent me a pointed look.
I bit my lip. ‘I know, but you should see him. It stopped being funny eight months ago. Do you know how many meetings I had to reschedule because he wouldn’t even pick up his phone? And I don’t mean his personal phone, I mean the company phone in his office. All he has to do is press a single button and talk,’ I winced at the memory.
‘Here you go, have a nice day!’ Amanda gave me the drinks, and I smiled gratefully at her. 
‘Well, as soon as he keeps ordering Americanos, I’m not complaining. I’ve doubled my hours here solely based on his caffeine ingest. And you know how much I need the money, so he better keep those orders coming,’ Jeremy winked.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘If he ends up in rehab, I’ll blame you.’
He shrugged. ‘Fine by me. He’s an asshole.’
I laughed with a small shake of my head. ‘Bye, Jeremy! See you in a couple of hours!’
Getting back into the elevator, I made a mental note of everything that had to be done that morning. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings, until either Mr. Williamson got fed up and left, or I dropped in exhaustion for a quick nap.
The walk back to my desk felt longer than usual, the hefty workload of the week finally catching up to me as it normally did every Friday. I left my own coffee on my desk and quickly gave my boss his Americano, to which he merely responded with a grunt. He had his sunglasses on and was massaging his temples as if his life depended on it. 
Making a face at his state, I bent down and took off my heels, knowing the constant clicking would be painful in his hungover head, and went back to my desk, making sure the door to his office was closed. Grabbing the phone, I was quick to cancel the first meeting he had in ten minutes.
With a sigh, I grabbed one of the manuscripts and resumed my reading, reading every page twice and making sure no typo was missed. 
It was both a blessing and a curse, working at Ink’n’Paper. We were one of the world’s leading publishing houses on all sorts of literature, and consequently, the huge workload that we bore was overwhelming. Ink’n’Paper had been my first and only real job in the publishing industry, starting as an inexperienced intern and working my way up until I became the assistant of a household name in Historical Non-Fiction. It hadn’t exactly been my first option, non-fiction, but the pay was good, and I was desperate to prove myself. Next thing I knew, it had been three years since I’d started, and I was pretty much the only one making sure the whole department didn’t burn down due to my boss’ sudden neglect.
It was a few hours later, still sometime before the end of my workday, that I –or rather, Mr. Williamson– received the email. I had been managing all his accounts ever since the very first day he stumbled into the office completely drunk, Vodka bottle in hand, and screamed how much of a cunt everybody was on that floor, and then passed out on his rug, not before puking all over himself. After the embarrassment and degrading task of cleaning, not only him, but his rug too, I had taken over his entire life, managing even his dental care appointments for him, knowing he wouldn’t even be showing up to half of them.
I was surprised at the sender, for the name was oddly familiar. Maurizio Arrivabene.
Frowning, I quietly opened the message.
‘Buonasera, Stephen. I know it’s been a while, but as you’ll understand, these past few years have been a rollercoaster here. I was actually thinking about your past offer, and I know I’m a year too late, but I would love to look into it more. I’ll be in London next week after the season’s over, maybe you’d like to have some coffee (or tea, whichever you prefer), and talk about the book? I know here at Ferrari we need some push, whatever results we get this weekend. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Take care, Stephen. Sincerely, Maurizio.’
I widened my eyes at the email. Maurizio Arrivabene. Ferrari’s old team principal. I quickly gathered my planner and a pen and pushed open Mr. Williamson’s office door. Thankfully for me, he now seemed much better.
‘Sorry, Mr. Williamson?’ I took a few tentative steps toward him.
‘Yes?’ he lowered his spectacles, halting his typing on his keyboard.
‘You’ve received an email from one Maurizio Arrivabene,’ I pronounced his name in a heavy accent, the same way my dad would whenever he talked about his homeland. ‘Something about a book offer, maybe?’ 
His face broke into a smile. ‘Oh, Maurizio!’ he stood up from his seat. ‘I haven’t spoken to him in a while! How is he?’ he asked me. He still reeked of cheap alcohol.
‘I don’t know, sir, but he wants to meet with you next week.’
He clapped. ‘Fantastic, schedule a meeting with him.’
I coughed. ‘Well, the thing is, he sent an email to you, directly. I believe he’d like something more casual,’ I said, yet I opened my planner to check his schedule.
‘Well, then, I shall phone him immediately!’ he grabbed the phone on his desk, and rapidly frowned. ‘What’s his number again?’
I pursed my lips. ‘He didn’t write any, sir. I think you shall write to him directly.’
‘Of course! Let me just…’ he sat back down and typed something on his computer. ‘What was my email again?’
I groaned soundlessly, quietly making my way to him and fastly typing his correct credentials. Standing closer to him, I noticed the many wrinkles in his suit and the many hair strands that fell on the wrong side of his side part. Shaking my head, I pointed at the email.
‘There it is.’
‘Okay, when am I free for tea?’ he responded after a few seconds, his eyes reading over the words.
‘Well, you did cancel three meetings with the entire Editorial Department so… I rescheduled them for next week, but you should be free Friday afternoon after work,’ I checked all the time slots available, scribbling down the possible dates.
‘Why couldn’t we meet on a weekend? We don’t work on weekends,’ he said.
I paused. ‘You don’t work on weekends. I do. And I’m guessing this is a possible job offer, therefore counting it as part of the workweek at least allows you a free meal covered as company’s expenses,’ I recited off my head. Too many times I have said that.
Mr. Williamson widened his eyes. ‘That’s brilliant! You’re right, let’s schedule for next Thursday.’
‘Friday.’
‘Friday. Wow, who taught you that?’ 
‘You did, sir.’
‘Well, I’m a genius, then.’
‘If only you were sober enough to realize that,’ I muttered as I finished writing on my planner. Louder, I replied. ‘Remember to save the day and respond to the man. Don’t keep him waiting.’
I walked back to the door. Mr. Williamson nodded his head. ‘Will do!’
With another sigh, I sat back on my chair, cracking my fingers before typing in the response to Maurizio Arrivabene on behalf of Mr. Williamson, and making sure to set reminders in his calendar for every day of the week until his tea date. 
The pay is good, at least. 
‘You should have seen him. I mean, he’s like a toddler!’ I complained from my spot on the couch. 
‘I don’t know how you keep working like that, you’re basically a babysitter at this point,’ my mother said from the other side of the phone.
I hummed in agreement, looking up at my feet. They dangled from the other end of the couch, as I took up the entire space by laying down. ‘Honestly, I don’t know what to do. I told Rosanna from Human Resources to notify me whenever there was a new vacancy, but it’s been months.’
‘Honey, I can’t tell you what to do, but do you think head editor is the right job for you?’ she asked. 
I stopped. ‘I think so. I mean, I’m good at it.’
‘Yes, but do you like it?’
I paused again. 
That question had been roaming in my mind for months. At first, the job had been nice. Reading manuscripts for a living, correcting the mistakes, meeting with the authors, and getting to know them first-hand… Again, maybe historical non-fiction wasn’t what I originally envisioned my future like, but the pay was good enough to get me my own apartment and to live independently. At the rate the economy was going, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 
But then Mr. Williamson had suddenly neglected his own job when his life started spiraling down, and I had been the unfortunate soul to try and collect the pieces of his broken person. I was suddenly managing, not only my life, but his, and needless to say, he wasn’t an easy person to handle. Despite the many conversations to get him to sober up, every morning was a complete wild card, not knowing whether he would even show up, and if he did, would he be conscious enough to work.
On the bright side, thanks to his many absences, I had learned how to manage the editorial department pretty much completely on my own. I knew the names of every single worker, even the janitors and the night guards working late shifts. I had written, rewritten, corrected, presented, contacted, hired, fired, and despite knowing I was perfect for said role, my heart still longed for something different. The reason why I even had studied Creative Writing all along. 
‘But only writing doesn’t pay the bills’, Mr. Williamson had said one morning, a month into my newly appointed role as his assistant. And ever since then, I had almost forgotten about my own dream of becoming a novelist. 
‘What do you think I should do, then?’ I asked her.
‘Honey, you’re old enough to make your own decisions,’ she laughed.
‘Mom, I need your advice! I know I’m old enough but right now I’m at a crossroads!’ I complained, lifting my arm and covering my eyes with it. 
‘You know what I think about writing for a living,’ she mused.
I groaned. ‘Yeah, I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I promise, I’m good. Great, even.’
‘I wouldn’t know, you never let me read anything.’
‘Well, yeah, it’s embarrassing.’
‘You need to get over that eventually, honey.’
‘It’s easier said than done,’ I sighed. ‘Besides, everything I have written so far was just reports and boring commercial synopsis for historical books, unless you really wanna read that…’
‘Honey, whatever you choose to do, just make sure it makes you happy. And that at least you’re getting money out of it.’
I took a deep breath. ‘I think I need to sleep this one over.’
‘It’s probably for the best. Let me know, whatever you do,’ my mother said. ‘I gotta go now, book club starts in fifteen minutes and I still gotta walk by Linda’s house to return her copy. Will you be fine?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Good. Wait, your dad wants to talk.’
‘Great.’
‘Hey, chicken pie!’ I chuckled at my dad’s voice.
‘Hi, dad,’ I smiled.
His tone was excited. ‘You’re seeing the practice?’
I nodded before answering, my eyes glancing at the TV, where the first day of race weekend was airing from the Yas Marina circuit. ‘Of course, I am. Not paying much attention, though.’
‘Well, nothing interesting so far. You wanna FaceTime tomorrow for quali?’
‘Yes, please,’ I groaned in delight. ‘I wish I could be there to watch it with you, though.’
I could hear his smile through the phone. ‘It’s alright, chicken pie, I know you’re busy lately. Everything alright with your boss?’
I could hear my mom yelling at him in the background of the call. 
I bit my lip. ‘Ask mom, she got all the details. Shouldn’t you be leaving for book club too?’
It was his turn to groan. ‘Don’t remind me.’
I laughed. ‘What was it?’
‘To Kill a Mockingbird. No bird in it.’
I audibly laughed at him. ‘Please, don’t say that out loud, you’ll be banished from the club.’
‘Oh, what a pity would that be,’ he said in his most mischievous voice possible. ‘Wish me luck, Principessa.’
‘Ciao, Papà!’ I laughed, finally ending the call in a fit of giggles. 
Shaking my head, I leaned my head back on the pillow and continued watching the practice, remembering the puzzling email addressed to Mr. Williamson. 
Multiple explanations littered my head as to how on earth Mr. Williamson knew someone as Maurizio Arrivabene, both from such different spheres, but then again, Stephen Williamson had always been a renowned author and an even bigger editor. It was possible that both men had coincided at some point in history, but I tried not to dwell much on it. I had a week until I found out what the fuzz was about. 
Groaning again once the free practice was over, I finally stood up from my couch and walked towards the small kitchen, opening the fridge in hopes to find something available to eat. Some leftovers caught my eye, and with a shrug, I took them out, threw them in the microwave, and sat down back on the couch once the food was warm enough to eat. 
Browsing through HBO for something to see, I settled on my annual rewatch of Parks and Recreation, anything to get my mind off the horrible week I just had. 
My phone pinging broke me out of my daze. Wiping my hand clean on my dirty pajamas, I quickly read over my friend Angela’s message.
‘You shouldn’t check Alec’s Instagram story, but I also think you should.’
With a frown I opened the app, seeing the familiar purple-ish circle around my ex-boyfriend’s face. The video was enough to bring a few tears to my eyes. His arm was around some other girl, and her crimson-painted lips left stains all over his cheek. His smile was wide, and he looked quite happy, wherever he was. 
I rapidly closed the app off, throwing my phone to the other end of the couch, now in desperate need of a glass of wine just to forget what I had just seen.
Breaking up with Alec had been hard, but seeing him off with someone else was even harder. Not only two months ago we were talking about living together, and now it felt like I was seeing a stranger through my screen. My job had been slowly taking over every aspect of my personal life too, and while I couldn’t blame Alec for feeling neglected all of a sudden, especially after three years together, it still hurt. I still missed him every night, morning, and any other time in between. He had been my best friend for so long, and one of my main pillars ever since I stumbled out of college, completely lost, and in frantic need of guidance in the adult world. We were both still kids that had become adults together, and I was having a harder time than I wanted to admit to trying to forget about him. 
Taking a big breath, I closed my eyes, touching the soft couch in an attempt to ground myself. 
Big breath in, big breath out. 
After a few minutes, I felt myself calm enough, resuming my dinner and my binge-watching, now more than ever desperate for sleep after the intense day. Technically I had every weekend off, but I still had many manuscripts and emails to send the next day, thankfully from the comfort of my own home. 
It was only in bed that I allowed myself to relax, turning off my phone, and grabbing my crochet set. It was a habit I had picked up lately, something so far out of my field of expertise, yet so relaxing once I got the hang of things. Working on my silly bucket hat every night before sleep was pretty much the highlight of my existence. And I was so invested in it, that only after I was finally done with it I realized I had been sitting for three hours in the same position, my eyelids dropping and my back hurting. Getting the needles out of the way, I finally laid in bed, and it only took a few minutes to fall soundlessly asleep.
A week later I found myself in the same position, crocheting a summer top in my bed, late in the evening after yet another exhausting week, when I received Mr. Williamson’s message. 
‘Book a flight to Italy. We’re going to Maranello.’
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davris morning routine hcs?
YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy
-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3
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multifandominfj · 5 months
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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write
Chapter 12: The Countdown Begins
Days had passed. Everyone had gone about their normal business, acting as if nothing exciting was happening, aside from the occasional bad guy the Super Friends had to take down and lock up. However, that was all a front. Whenever the Super Friends weren’t saving people, they were helping Lena put the finishing touches on the big proposal and engagement party that was taking place later this evening. Alex, Kelly and Nia had gotten all the arrangements for the day taken care of, and Brainy and Sam called the ones that were available on the guest list for the party; the ones that couldn’t make it would come to the wedding. And Lena, well to say she was a mess was an understatement.
Pacing in her office at the headquarters for the Lena Luthor Foundation, there was a rap at her door. “Who is it?” Asking, not even bothering to actually look, she was that nervous.
“Thought you could use a pick me up.” Eliza pokes her head in with a bag of donuts and coffee. “Kara had called. She noticed you were a bit…”
“Preoccupied?” Finishing Eliza’s sentence, Lena finally stopped pacing to accept the treats her future mother in law had brought. “Thank you, both of you. I hope I didn’t worry Kara.”
“A little, but it’s Kara. She’s always going to worry about you. Especially because she noticed you didn’t really eat this morning, and you kind of sped out the door…without giving her a goodbye.”
“That is true…” She tapped the side of her cup, still thinking about later tonight.
“It’s about the proposal and party later tonight, isn’t it? That’s why you’ve been preoccupied.” Eliza could see that Lena had also adopted Kara’s famous crinkle whenever she was lost in thought.
“How could you tell?” Lena was gingerly nursing her caffeine, which was helping her remain somewhat calm, despite the drink doing the exact opposite.
“You’ve barely touched your favorite donut that Kara told me about…and you’ve adopted Kara’s crinkle when she gets lost thinking.” Putting her own mug down, she leans forward. “Lena, even if something does go wrong, you know Kara is going to be happy because she’s going to be with you, her friends and family. The added gesture of going down memory lane will just add to the special occasion.”
“You’re very sweet for saying that, Eliza, and I realize that I could be doing this in a potato sack and Kara would still be over the moon. But the reason why this has to be perfect…today is the anniversary of the day we first met. The helicopter ride over the city, and the restaurant where we had our first lunch date…I want this to remind her why we were meant to be in each other’s lives.”
“Time sure does fly, doesn’t it?“ Both Eliza and Lena stand, and she gives her a reassuring embrace, to make sure Lena got the hint that everything is going to be okay. “Make sure you keep your energy up. You don’t need to be fainting on the second most important day of your life.”
“Thanks again for stopping by, Eliza. And if you see Kara…tell her I said thank you for the donut.” At this point, there was a permanent rouge to Lena’s cheeks at all times; Kara had that effect on her.
And as Eliza was leaving…
“Alex, what a pleasant surprise.” Lena greets her warmly.
“Hey Lena, Mom…Donut run?” She Inquisitively asked correctly.
“You know Kara, she’s always looking out for her.” Eliza winked, meaning Lena, as she left to head back to work herself.
“Can I get you anything, Alex?”
“No, I’m good, thank you. I actually came by to see how you were doing. Asking how you’re feeling seems kinda redundant when I have a clue how you’re feeling…And I wanted to give you this.” What she hands over is a picture that Esme drew of Lena and Kara, saving the day.
“Awwww, that has to be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Lena felt some of her nerves melt away slightly when she saw the picture. Anything that Esme has drawn her, she had kept in a folder to look at, whenever she needed a pick-me-up. And seeing that it was both her and Kara, she made sure it was front and center on her desk. “What do you think?”
“I think next time Esme comes by, her ego is going to go through the roof.” Alex snorted at her joke, but she was also being extremely serious.
“I believe it…” Lena chuckled along, simultaneously kneading her hands together.
“Lena, sit down.” Alex does her grabby hands, reaching for Lena to take a seat. “I know you’re nervous about going perfectly. Sam, Brainy, Nia and I got everything you asked for, we made the arrangements, and triple checked with everyone who could come. And I’m not saying anything won’t, but if anything does go wrong…we have a backup plan. Kara is going to be so happy about tonight, that I highly doubt she will even care if something about the party goes wrong.”
“And Kelly?”
One cue, Alex holds up her FaceTime. “I made sure the helicopter ride was taken care of.” She flashes Lena a calming smile. “I’m sure Alex already told you this, but things will go great. It probably just feels jarring because you’ve never experienced this kind of joy since…”
“Since I was young…and the first time I met Kara.” Lena finished Kelly’s sentence.
“Just remember to breathe, and give yourself a break. Everything you will say and do tonight will come naturally to you.” Kelly assures through the screen.
“I don’t know what I would do without either of you.” Graciously thanking them both, she looks at her watch, as if to be getting ready for something. “Sorry I can’t chat more, I have my…”
“Lunch date with Kara.” Alex and Kelly chime in unison.
“Exactly.” Laughing off the blushing, she goes to gather her bag.
“I should get going myself. I have to pick up Esme from school.” Alex opens her office door as they both exit.
“See both later tonight.” Lena waves goodbye as she heads off to grab food, and then to Kara’s office.
In one bag with their Big Belly Burger order, and the other with a couple of donuts, Lena headed up to Kara’s corner office. Was the proposal and party still on her mind? Absolutely. But she couldn’t let that give her away. She had to push that to the back of her mental filing cabinet for now. Right now, her focus was on her lunch date with her gorgeous girlfriend. Treating her to lunch was the perfect way to not only relax, but a much needed distraction.
Upon reaching the building, Lena was escorted to a private entrance that led right up to Kara’s office. Going up the private lift, it did give her a chance to gather herself more, and perfect her acting skills in that short amount of time. “Kara?”
“Lena, hi!” Practically leaping out of her chair like a puppy when someone comes home, she goes to greet her.
“Hi.” Lena closes the distance with a peck to Kara’s lips and a smile. “This is new. When did this happen?”
“Isn’t this cool? Miss Grant…let’s just say she can be very persuasive. Apparently she was working on this before I even accepted the offer to be Editor and Chief. And I don’t think I’m ever going to complain about work ever again.” Interjecting, she takes a couple quick sniffs. “Did you?”
“I had a feeling you needed a pick me up.” That signature eyebrow raise and smirk followed.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Kara gave her heart eyes.
“Are those heart eyes for me…or the food?”
“Both. But you’re obviously first.” Kara quickly and jokingly assured. “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch, and I’ll grab us something to drink.”
“You’ve been hard at work changing the world one word at a time…” Transferring the bag of delicious aroma to Kara before she even made her seemingly genetic grabby hands, just like Alex, she then adds a kiss. “Let me get the drinks. Take a break.”
“Yes ma’am.” Not so subtlety biting her lip, she heads to the couch to plate the food on her coffee table, strewn with various issues of the magazine; at the top were the two stories about her as Supergirl. “Did you get the donut delivery this morning?”
“I did. Tell your mom again that I very much appreciated it…” There was a brief pause, knowing the rapidity of her leaving would be addressed. “I’m sorry if I worried you this morning.” A slight shyness was there as she handed over the fountain drinks that had been re-poured into Kara’s Crystal drink set; the other gift from Cat.
“Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself.” Quickly chewing before she spoke again, Kara made it a point to always validate Lena’s feelings. “If you were feeling off this morning, I don’t want to push you to talk. You know you can tell me anything; but if you’re feeling off, that’s your space until you’re ready.”
As Kara was speaking, Lena’s smile kept growing. “How in the Hell did I get this lucky? She could’ve been slightly annoyed, even poked fun. Nope, she just showers me in love in validation.” She thinks to herself as she listens. “I always know you mean what you say, but when you haven’t inhaled your food and your…almost hypnotic…gaze…doesn’t break…I know you’re serious.”
Smirking, seeing that Lena still got flustered, Kara too, felt lucky in that moment. “I’ll always look out for you. My precious and powerful spellcaster.” Reaching across the table, she caressed Lena’s hand tenderly. “I’m always going to make sure you’re happy and loved, because that’s what matters to me; that you know that beautiful, caring soul that you have is safe.”
It was those words that somehow melted any worry that Lena had left about the surprise for Kara…completely away. She felt this rush of certainty and confidence. She would embrace tonight, and all of the bumps should they happen. It wouldn’t matter. What would matter to her is that she was going to be engaged to the most amazing person in all of the Galaxy, but that she would be gaining a family she had always wanted for herself.
“So…do you remember what today is?” Lena jokingly winked, knowing her girlfriend had the mind of a steel trap and memory sharper than a tack.
“Like I’m going to forget the days we officially became friends. Which explains the…” Kara’s eyes lock onto a bag she missed. “Potstickers. I can’t believe I didn’t catch them.” Her adorably loud chortle filled the room. “Are they from?”
“The restaurant where we first met?” Lena answered simply with a nod. “And look…” Towering over the container, she didn’t have a utensil.
“You—I…” Kara’s cartoon gasp preceded. “You’re using your fingers! Isn’t it easier?”
“I can see why you find it appealing.” Lena couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction.
“They’re too much work sometimes, plush when you have the metabolism of a cheetah…” Kara motions up and down to herself. “You run the risk of accidentally eating them, over the food.” She shoveled in yet another potsticker.
And for the rest of that afternoon, Lena relaxed with Kara talking about anything and everything that would make each other laugh. She forgot about the party and she forgot about the helicopter ride. They were planned, and they would happen how they happened. Even if everything fell apart, she would still be surrounded by friends and family. She would be proposing to the woman of her dreams.
Time had passed so much that she had actually lost it and needed to get ready.
“I hate to dine and dash, babe, but I have to get back to my office. Have to finalize some paperwork for the next fundraiser.”
“Oh, let me walk you out.” Kara, without hesitating, puts down her food, and walks Lena to her elevator. Just before Lena steps in, she quickly grabs her wrist and pulls her in for a goodbye kiss that would most definitely occupy the rest of her remaining brain capacity.
“What was that for?” Lena asked, her eyes still closed with a smile, before seeing those ocean blue eyes staring right back at her.
“To make sure you have a good rest of your day…and to keep you satisfied till date night later.” Kara had a slightly sultry voice when she said that.
“That definitely worked.” Lena’s suit matched the color of her cheeks. Taking one last moment before she left to get ready for tonight, she reached to caress Kara’ s cheek while taking in that stare again. Kara’s eyes were not only her Kryptonite; one look would make her weak in the knees regardless of what emotion Kara was feeling, but they were also her personal yellow Sun. One look, and any confidence she though she lost was restored.
“What?” Kara asked.
“Nothing…” It was most certainly something, Lena just didn’t want to jynx her luck. “Okay, I really should get going. I love you and I will see you later.”
“I love you too.” Kara knee Lena had something on her mind, she could hear her heartbeat. But she didn’t want to spoil the moment, so she let it go. Waving goodbye, she blew Lena a kiss as the door closed.
Right when the door closed, Lena took out her phone and sent a group text.
“It's time. Let’s get everyone ready for a night to remember.”
Everyone get ready, Chapter 12 is the one right before the big moment! Hope You enjoy 🙏🏻.
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And now for some 🌶️ kinks 😏: breeding (like wanting you so full ALL THE TIME) kink, size (just wants to overpower you in the biggest beefiest pound you into the mattress kinda way) kink and mutual edging (let’s see who can hold out the longest) kink.
And our babes 😮‍💨
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Eeeeep! Thank you ❤️
Oh yes, yes, yes, I am so here for thissss!! You're too good to me, hoemate, with your awesome prompts 😊
Andy + breeding (like wanting you so full ALL THE TIME) kink: God, I dunno why I just fucking love the idea of Andy, Mr. Composed, being so fucking gone for you, but I sure AF doooo. Like it just starts as soon as he wakes up, yanno? You're so pretty sleeping beside him, or sometimes on top of him lol, and he just can't help himself. Lays there and just lets his hands wander until his fingers are dripping with your slick and you're sleepily whining against the crook of his neck. You don't leave that bed until his cream is trickling down your thighs. But then! By the time ya'll are getting your caffeine fixes a little while later before work, he's giving you eyes, again! You just wag your finger because you don't have time for this! And then fast forward to later that day, as soon as he arrives home from work he has you bent over the kitchen counter taking his cock. "You know this is my favorite way to decompress, honey," he teases against your ear before kissing all along your jaw and neck until you're gasping and clenching around him so hard he grunts. And the perfect bookend to your day? Gently dozing against Andy's chest later that night after a thorough session 'o ruin. His cock is still nestled deep inside you as you sprawl on top of him, some of his cum leaking out around the root of his shaft but neither of you mind the mess, especially Andy 😏
Lloyd + mutual edging (let’s see who can hold out the longest) kink: This was probably my quickest match for this one, because you KNOW this MFer loves games lol. And he loves to win even more 😏 Lloyd's gonna pull out alllll the stops to get you to break first. And any time you almost tip him over the edge, he's gonna pull away with a breathless laugh, his pale face all ruddy and his hair wild as he tsks at you for, "Being so bad! Gonna make you pay for that, cupcake." Of course he always wins, and he always rubs it in, too, but like, you can't even be mad, not when he has you on all fours and his cock is hitting your g-spot as he hammers into you, cooing about, "I win again, sweetness," as you finally cum. But hearing the way he gutturally groans his release as he pumps into you a few moments later? You can't help but feel like a winner yourself, ja feel?!
Curtis + size (just wants to overpower you in the biggest beefiest pound you into the mattress kinda way) kink: Hnnnngh. I love the idea of Curtis being so feral for a petite reader, oh my godddd. Like, it's just something primal in his brain that sees you and how much smaller you are and he's immediately picturing all the ways he's going to destroy you. He loves manhandling you, and he knows that you love it, too. You're never wetter, and your pussy never clamping harder, than when he's tossing you around with no effort at all. And! When he pulls some insane move that your brain can't even comprehend, and your face goes all O_O, Curtis just laughs and tweaks your nose before he's back at it again - rearranging your insides until you're crying for him and begging him to do it all over again.
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patchesproblem · 1 year
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Einsla sleeping habits
Oh god I have a lot to say on this.
TLDR: they're an absolute mess and have the sleeping habits of a college student who's on the constantly either on the verge of death and tired constantly mixed with that one highschool kid who you swear doesn't even know what sleep is, or they can be functional human beings for a few days and then die again.
ALSO. Sorry for taking a bit to respond </3 This took a while to write. It's kinda devolved into an entire essay and went into way more detail than was probably needed. though I hope it answers it kinda.
Actual answer under the cut LMAO
Okay so I'll separate them and I'll do a bit at the end with the both of them. I'd keep it all together, but I have hcs for the both of them so.
I'll also be basing this off of both the VN and my personal views on their characters overall / my hcs.
Einstein:
Okay she lives off caffeine. Not as much as Tesla but caffeine is the only thing keeping her sane. Joking aside, I feel like it depends on the day whether or not she actually sleeps properly or not. On normal days she'll actually go to bed on time if Tesla is off working or having to deal with someone's bs.
When it's just her and she doesn't have to be a basement dweller locked in their lab / office for paperwork and all that fun stuff, she probably actually goes to bed like a normal person at around 7-9 pm and wakes up early.
Though when she DOES have work it's probably more like as soon as she gets done she just immediately goes to bed. Girl just wants to sleep and kinda be a functioning member of society.
Also probably takes naps if she's tired and has time to. She's been doing this for 60+ years, she deserves a break.
That being said.. When she's under stress she just can't sleep. This is especially obvious when her depressions getting worse, and when Tesla's gone. It's less obvious when compared to Tes because I mean.. Tes is Tes, but 100% probably more likely to make some passive aggressive remark, just stare at someone when they say some dumbshit, and less likely to entertain anyone's bullshit. Gets worse when Tesla isn't around because they both are clingy mfs and she's just as bad, and she misses her lmao. Joking aside, it gets worse since Tes is really one of her only connections with reality at this point. They keep each other somewhat sane, and without her around everything just feels pointless and miserable. Normally they'd try to help one another, but it's kinda hard to do that when one of you is getting jumped at the SoQ and the other is too busy being a couples therapist for two herrschers fist fighting on a roof. I'll go into more detail about this later because there's more to it, but since it involves both of them I'll put it in that section.
When Tesla IS around she probably goes to bed later just because Teslas Tesla and has the sleep schedule of a college student of who solely survives off caffeine. Expect probably around 10-11pm if they hadn't been working that day and if they didn't have work early the next morning. Though it might be longer depending on whether or not Tes actually sleeps or if she just continues rambling while Einsteins trying to sleep LMAO. She stays up a bit later just to spend time with her and listen to her nonsensical ramblings. Also because she just likes listening to her get excited over stuff but she'd never admit that
She also has to have the room be freezing cold because she over heats easily and can't sleep when it's even remotely hot. It doesn't help when Teslas clinging on to her all night. Ironically enough it just makes Tesla want to cling onto her more because she's cold. She doesn't particularly mind, though. Probably does it intentionally since it makes it where she won't die of a heatstroke while still being able to cuddle lmao.
Tesla:
She survives solely off Dr. Pepper and other sodas. God only knows how she's still surviving. Jokes aside, her sleep schedule is kinda all over the place.
When it's just her around you're lucky if she goes to bed before two in the morning. Probably goes to bed around 11pm - 2am, but it changes depending on if she's tired or not. If she was working that day she goes to bed at a reasonable time of 'as soon as she gets off, no matter if it's 2pm or 8pm.' If it was a good day then she'll probably stay up for a few minutes just to do random things, but if it was a bad day then she's just going to bed no questions asked. Ein made her go sober and so now she just sleeps the anger away when Eins isn't around to hear her angry rants.
She probably also just falls asleep on her desk semi often. Will also just fall asleep on Ein just because she can. Though that's really only when they're in their lab / alone because she hates people seeing her vulnerable and seeing her being anything other than an angry redhead. aka she's embarrassed by recieving affection and gets flustered and hates people seeing her like that LMAO. She has no excuse, she's just gay and tired. That's her entire reasoning even if she tries to pull some random explanation out of thin air.
Similar to Einstein when she's under stress she just can't sleep, especially when her depression gets bad. Like her mind refuses to calm down for even five seconds, and she just gets even more stressed. I personally hc her as having ADHD, which is important because it often leads to her becoming extremely over stimulated and miserable for half the night (There's a lot more to this that I won't go into detail about because we'd be here all day, but that's the basic gist of it). Normally Einstein helps calm her down before it gets to that point, which I'll go more into detail later, but since they aren't always together it just results in her being sleep deprived and in an extremely bad mood. Probably just better off leaving her alone and just not speaking to her unless needed. She will have a headache and be more likely to get agitated and lash out as a result.
When Einsteins around she'll begrudgingly go to bed with her. They've compromised on sleeping at 11, so she can kinda deal with it. She could stay up later if she wanted, but she wants to talk to Einstein even if it means having to have a functioning sleep schedule. More on this later.
Tes prefers to sleep with fluffy blankets too and probably has at least twelve plushies at any given moment. Though she only sleeps with two or three when Eins is around because she wants to give her actual room to move.
Gay people can't be seperated:
Okay this sections where it involves both of them, so it might be a bit long.
A few things that I want to note before I begin:
I believe both Tes and Ein have nightmares of the events that happened in New York. Tes has some revolving around her childhood, and Eins has some revolving around Karls death as well. They probably also had nightmares about Plancks death for awhile (This is based off of Myu's fanfic for Planck. It's depressing and made me cry at seven in the morning. 100% recommend /srs)
Tesla's 100% softer and nicer in private. She only channels her angry redheaded ginger self as a way to protect herself, and she cares about Eins dearly. This seems a bit odd to put here but it'll become important.
Both suffer from depression.
Now to actually begin on their shared sleeping habits. One of the first things is the fact that they're always either A. holding each other or B. holding hands while they sleep. It originally started as a way to remind each other they were still there because things weren't exactly easy on them. I'd assume it started sometime after the events of New York, even if they weren't technically dating at the time.
The constant nightmares, Mr Blonde Bitch who likes ruining peoples lives, and having to deal with people within their own organization tormenting them constantly took a toll on them. There'd been several times where one of them woke up panicking terrified because they were worried the other went to see Joyce. (aka died.) They've done it for decades now and they just can't sleep otherwise. Even after arguments they still do it even if it's just begrudgingly lmao. They might want to kill the other but they still love the other. Probably.
Pictured: them after an argument / disagreement and they have work in the morning and need to sleep
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They're also just gay and are affectionate in private. Tesla pesters her constantly to be held and Ein pretends she only gives in because she doesn't want to be pestered, but she actually loves it and just doesn't want to admit it LMAO. She's the person who secretly loves affection but just doesn't say it or admit it out of embarrassment.
When it comes to Einstein while she's less likely to ask for help from others, she's trusts Tesla to the point where she asks her for help. Though over sixty plus years you tend to learn the others habits and warning signs pretty quickly, so she normally won't have to since Tesla can already tell. Tesla gets concerned over her well being Extremely Easily. That's one of the main things that hasn't changed about her over the years. One slight change and she's already convinced somethings wrong. But often time's she'll stay awake to make sure she actually falls asleep, and she makes an effort to comfort her. Whether it be listening to her vent, holding her, telling her everything will be okay, or getting up at two in the morning get her water when she has to get up for work in less than four hours.
tldr Tesla would die for this girl. She's the light of her life and refuses to let her suffer if she can help her.
When it comes to Tesla she's.. Well Tesla. She's extremely easy to read, especially to Einstein. Though she's also stubborn, and refuses to ask for help even if she really does need it. Ein has found ways around this, obviously. She'll essentially do small things she knows makes the other feel better. It's kinda similar to leaving a trail of food for a stray cat and just waiting for it to come to you LMAO. Examples of it are similar to what Tes does for Eins, aka holding her, comforting her, etc. Especially after she has a bad day and just wants to go to bed she'll just lay with her to make sure she sleeps and doesn't let the stress get to her so badly she can't sleep. Eventually she'll actually tell her what's wrong, but only if Ein gives her time to calm down and not pester her.
tldr Einstein would also die for this girl and she's the light of her life and just wants to see her happy.
They tend to try to go to bed at around the same time. On a normal day it's from around 10 - 11pm. Normally they'll just lay down for awhile and talk with each other before they fall asleep, and just hold each other and enjoy each others company. Ein probably teases her over 'the great and powerful Tesla' just wanting to be held despite her refusing to be seen as vulnerable around others. She probably insults her back, or threatens her. Saying 'I will kill you' is her version of 'I love you.' They're gay and love each other.
This is small, but I figured I'd mention it while I was talking about them. They both have stuffed animals that they take with them everywhere for when they're away from each other. It just comforts them and makes them feel better while they're away, but it's still a small thing that makes me happy and just somehow makes sense. It was probably Tesla's idea that she off handedly said at some point, and Einstein just decided to get them both matching stuffed cats to carry around to surprise her. Probably had them custom made tbh. Tesla refused to shut up about them for weeks afterwards, and probably showed hers off to everyone she could. She loves it and probably named it either Lieserl or Ein. Ein probably named hers Nikola or Tes too. They're just stupid little scientists.
Might edit more onto this later, but I've been writing this for several hours now and I'm just rambling at this point </3
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Good morning
!modern au!
pairing: Sokka x Zuko
summary: quiet and calm mornings are the best and no one knows that better than Sokka and Zuko
a/n: ok so here I present to you a cute ass Zukka fanfic that a just kinda wrote… But I’ve been having hella writers block and the big sad but I’m feeling better now! I know my posting schedule is abysmal but hey, we may be flailing but we ain’t failing!
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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains of Sokka‘s room. It was a cool October morning, the apartment was sort of chilly but all Zuko could think about was Sokka, how his arms were wrapped around him, his stomach pressed against his back and radiating warmth. As hard as things were going, as bad as his home life was, Sokka was that light at the end of the tunnel and mornings like these made everything so much better. He stirred and Sokka wrapped his arms tighter in an attempt to keep him where he was. Zuko smiled at that and rolled over, his nose touching Sokka’s gently and he smiled as his eyes opened to look at Zuko “Mornin’, sleeping beauty.” Sokka said it softly as he gave him this goofy grin.
“Morning,” Zuko replied as he ran his hands through his hair. They didn’t really get a lot of calm mornings like this anymore. They usually overslept, rushed out the door, and made it to school with only minutes to spare. And on weekends usually one of them was gone before the other woke up, work being a big factor. But it was a Saturday and everyone else had gone to a party while they decided to stay in and have a quiet night. Thankfully that quiet night had become a quiet morning, one that they both enjoyed immensely. For Sokka, there was no greater joy in his life and being with the man he loved. And he did love him, even if he had loved him quietly for a good two years before they actually got together.
Normally on a Saturday morning one of them would have to go pick up Suki and Toph, both of whom were too drunk to drive themselves home at night. They usually ended up crashing it one or the others place, and it wasn’t strange for Toph to be tipsy when she was picked up. But they’d turned off their phones and decided that it would be a Katara and Aang problem for the day. They both deserved to have a morning without disruption, right? After all their crazy lives had been getting in the way of them just being happy with each other. They didn’t have a lot of free time anymore, and if this gave them some free time then so be it.
They just laid there for a while, smiling at each other and exchanging soft kisses. Hands roamed and they couldn’t help but giggle with each other. They traded sweet nothings with each other, thoughts they would never speak of with anyone else. They shared their secrets, their pains, everything that made them happy, whatever came to mind. And when they decided that they probably should get out of bed, which was only an hour and a half later, Sokka got up and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Zuko stayed behind in bed, just laying there and smiling at the ceiling fan because damn, he sure was happy right now. But of course, like any caffeine addict, the smell of a fresh brewed pot of coffee had him in the kitchen quicker than the snap of fingers.
“No cream, extra sugar?” Sokka glanced at him from the counter. In front of him were two coffee mugs, both roughly the same size. He nodded, smiling at him and just taking in the fact that he had memorized how he liked his coffee. Not many people did that, he thought. And as Sokka got to work making coffee, he started scrounging around in the fridge for something to eat. In the end he only produced a half eaten pizza and he didn’t even bother to heat it up. He just took a slice and ate it, making Sokka cringe. That was one of his things. He didn’t like cold pizza. Zuko had just laughed at him when he told him that, he didn’t really understand it considering that was pretty much a staple food for him growing up. But Sokka had his quirks, and he thought it was cute. It did sometimes get on his nerves, though. Nothing could be that simple apparently.
“Forty five seconds?” He glanced over at Sokka and he nodded. Sokka just smiled to himself as he thought about how Zuko knew just what to do, even if it wasn’t exactly the easiest route. They each had their own little quirks, their own little way of doing things, and yet they always accommodated each other and the love they had for each other, it was evident in the way they simply interacted. They could be staring at the four walls with each other and still somehow have the most amazing time. They loved to be in each other’s company, even though a lot of people didn’t see how they got along or how they even could stand to be in the same room as each other. But they didn’t really care what other people thought, they didn’t really care if people understood or not. They were happy and that’s all that really mattered to them.
“I have to be at The Jasmine Dragon by four,” Zuko said with a huff as Sokka handed him his coffee. Sokka just nodded and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer and kissing his forehead. “That’s fine, I’m pretty sure I have to go to practice at three thirty anyways. Do you think you can drop me off? I mean, it is on the way.” He gave him a cheeky grin when Zuko rolled his eyes. “Really? Are you fishing for more time?” Sokka just scoffed and gave him a dramatically offended look. “What? Is it wrong for me to want to spend more ime with my boyfriend? Or am I crazy?” Zuko rolled his eyes again but smiled, it reached his eyes and Sokka just thought that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Not crazy, just crazy attached.” Zuko smiled up at him and craned his neck down and kissed him softly before pulling away and Sokka smiled while shrugging. “Well, maybe I am. But I make up for it, don’t I?” Sokka kissed him again, with more force behind it this time. And when he pulled away he gave him the cheeky reply of “in more ways than one.” Zuko rolled his eyes again, shaking his head and smiling. It was unbelievable how Sokka, even in the most intimate of times, could make such a comment. But hey, that was Sokka and he loved him anyway. Despite the coffee and the food that should have given them energy, they ended up spending the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in bed, cuddling and watching TV. All seemed right with the world in that moment, all quiet and still and perfect. They wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
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dull-c · 2 years
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right so, i have had a Super Fun week archiving 40 years worth of actual paper author contracts for work (kill meeee) + sorting last minute biz for little sissas wedding. subsequently I have only squeezed in a few rewatches over the last few days, and am generally existing on caffeine and fumes, so there’s absolutely nothing of substance coming outta this head rn. but! regardless! some incoherent Thoughts on some eps from my one semi-functioning brain cell under the cut
previously on the bad show......... daniel: you look good man! you look hot, sorry i mean sorry you still, sorry- got you got that- you still got that great ass, sorry, i mean you look fucken edible, sorry i mean sorry i wanna kiss you johnny: [takes this personally for some reason] //there is no kissing and everyone is mad about it//
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1x04 -“the 15 inch, that’s a nice machine” makes me laugh every time. ahh yes indeed the 15 incher. Yes. That one. Almost as good as the 250 GBer. i know about computers. what are the other staff in this store DOING -kinda home of sexual that billboard thing huh? you working through some stuff jlawz? i love the idea of him not only drawing a 5 meter long paint dick on daniel’s face, but also his karate pamphlets trailing behind him all the way like drunken breadcrumbs -i just need you to know that i laughed at every single dick joke in this episode
-gonna skip right past the poop thing i think -and kyler’s 30 year old HS friend -daniel reacting a normal amount to graffiti on his billboard, nothing to see here. he’s fine he’s fine he’s kicking drinks outta peoples hands he’s ruining livelihoods he’s fine -tom cole definitely voted for trump both times -i cannot tell you how angry i was the first time i watched this and that jlawz big “no do overs” speech was revealed to be directed at carmen and miguel. sir i know you got trauma but try that hard with YOUR ACTUAL SON please -daniel: that’s too bad :D that you broke up with kyler :DDDD really sorry to hear!! [is happiest babygirl alive]
1x05 -do some yoga jlawz, it’ll be good for you!! -oh no robby buying pizza for his ma. he got the one she likes. baby boi :((( -gonna scoot past the lynne stuff but i repeat, i’m glad they pumped the brakes on this shit in later seasons bc this aint it!!! -daniel raising the rent on poor folks and then deliberately going to johnny to rub it and/ or his wealth in his face is objectively some supervillain nonsense, but if they wanted me to not like him in this scene maybe they shouldn’t have made him look so hot. i’m very shallow and dumb and he look sexy when he mean -“i guess sam takes after her dad.” kyler’s a gronk but credit where it’s due, that was a sick burn.
-okay daniel talking to miyagi at his grave > cleaning out the dojo > going back to karate > panflutes > hachimaki etc made me do an embarrassingly big cry. my brain is not in any shape to verbalise this rn but something about him fucking up, realizing it and heading to a cemetery and talking to miyagi all vulnerable like that really did a number on my feelings, especially coming right out of the tkk movies rewatch. he misses him so much ;_;
1x06 -boooo kreese sucks, even in flashbacks and when I can’t see his face. -“my dad hates [daniel larusso’s] guts” ok was jlawz just talking about daniel constantly the full 30+ years?? no wonder robby is mad, if every time he actually saw him he was like “hi dad!” and dad launched into an hour long rant about one guy from high school he interacted with a total of four times and three of those four times was him beating him up -demetri is a big vibe. love my beloved garbage disaster man, but pretty sure if I met him irl i would pretty quickly be like ‘ok buddy, for sure! yeah strike hard totally. anyway…. [already out the door] seeya!!’ -daniel asking everyone to do karate with him including his employees trying to fill that miyagi void is such an understatedly sad part of this episode. my old mens both so sad. ilu please go to therapy -miguel and sam are freaking adorable awkward babies and i would die for them -robby trying to use daniel to get back at his dad and then instantly imprinting on him is so funny. being charmed by daniel larusso is in the genes somehow -(not to be shallow ((is shallow)) but daniel looks so baby in that bit where robby comes to the house) -you know that scene in not another teen movie where they’re like “oh my god she’s wearing glasses! and overalls! and her hair is tied back!!”? the Hawk scene gives that in reverse vibes. like GASP, he gelled his hair!! and put on skinny jeans!!!
1x07 -it’s a montaaaage! -miguel no offense my sweet summer child but do not ask jlawz for advice on romance. his idea of courting is just obsessively brooding about them for 30 years and then when he finally sees them again stomping on their foot and running away -daniel being like “it was a solid business plan!” (re little trees) is so so daniel. i am gonna chew my own arm off i love this bouncy little pretend guy so hard -the UST in the committee meeting is off the charts. please stop looking at each other like that in public (also daniel being like OH GIMMIE A BREAK when jlawz said ‘kreese is dead’ is honestly the funniest thing in all of season 1. maybe the entire series) -i’m getting ahead of myself, but the golf and stuff montage has made me think – it’s kinda weird that they went with ali and jlawz going there in s3, right? idk miguel and sam is a cute little parallel to the movie, but A & J going there seems…. strange to me. although not any stranger than anything else they’ve done re: the original movie ig? hmm.   anyway! weird thought to end things on, but sometimes it do be like that. will resume normal rewatching transmissions on the weekend. might even have an actual coherent thought or two on something after I catch up on some sleep! i have high hopes
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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years
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Remembered that I have this sitting in my drafts and figured I should make the most of my writing mood by finishing this thing that’s inspired by that chat where he loses his fountain pen and asks MC where it is. More pointless DolaSatan fluff basically shdjsbdba
Notes: established relationship. Just some fluff, OC uses she/her. Satan plays a small prank for Dola’s wellbeing. Kinda goes on for too long because I sort of just followed them until they went to sleep ahdjshs
Dola works too much and Satan wants her to rest.
It was late—much too late for most to be awake. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, its rays streaming into Dolasach’s workshop. Though its light was drowned out by the artificial day illuminating the room.
The sound of pen to paper, steel nib scratching through the tooth. Pages being flipped, calculations being made, and the occasional quiet thud of a book being closed and set down.
It was late at night and Dolasach was still in the midst of her research, still chipping away at her project despite having already changed into her sleep clothes. Numerous books all gently bobbing mid-air surrounded her, and from time to time she'd switch out some of the ones in front of her with the others. She sighed upon reaching the end of the passage she was reading and reached for her mug, only find it empty.
But she didn't linger on the thought despite her tired mind telling her that she needed a way to stay awake. As much as she needed the caffeine, she couldn't leave her work. Her momentum was too good.
So she set the mug back in its place and resumed working, immersing herself in her many notes and annotations, navigating through references with precise familiarity. She was tired, sure, but it wasn’t too bad yet, Dola told herself. She could still work through it, maybe later she find a good point to stop so she could go make herself some coffee.
She was so immersed that she didn't hear the voice softly calling to her from the door to her workshop. She didn't notice that the voice called out to her again, or the footsteps of its speaker coming closer towards her.
It was only when warmth wrapped around her waist from behind, and the scent of fresh linen and minty shampoo filled her senses that she finally broke out of her trance.
Dola smiled, her smile growing wider as she felt warm lips press against her cheek.
"Good evening, my love," she greeted him softly, though she still didn't take her eyes off her work.
"Good evening, my heart," Satan greeted back, just as soft.
"And what brings you to my workshop so late at night?" she asked, gentle. She’d expected him to be busy with another book tonight, or perhaps asleep with said book left open on his chest.
"You,” he simply answered. Satan chuckled despite not being able to see Dola roll her eyes.
"Cute." She finally tore her eyes away from her notes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She could feel him smiling.
"Now you've got your kiss. What do you really need from me?”
Satan laughed, his chest rumbling against her back. "Alright, you got me. My fountain pen. I can't find it."
"Again?" Dola pulled out of his embrace to get a better look at him. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Surely it's just at your desk? It's always just there each time we look."
"I thought so too, but I couldn't find it," he admitted, smiling a bit sheepishly at her deepening furrow. "I was hoping it somehow ended up here at your desk, but it seems like it isn't here."
Dola set her pen down, and as she did the books floating all around her set themselves neatly onto her desk, still open.
"Satan, if it's at your desk again—"
"I know, it'll be the third time this week. But it seems to always show itself when you're the one looking."
He let go of her to trail after her as she headed to his study, which was honestly just the half of her workshop that had been converted into a mini-library when he moved in. Satan had said something about finding peace in being in the same room as her, and also finding some reassurance that if something happened, he'd be right there to help her.
Once at the desk, it took no time at all for Dola to spot his fountain pen, quickly picking it out from his pen stand and handing it over to him. She raised a brow at him in disbelief.
"Satan, it was right there."
He accepted his pen with a smile—one that somehow seemed a little too mischievous for the little mishap.
"Sorry, I just needed an excuse to get you away from your work."
"Wha—"
And with a quick, smooth motion, Satan swept Dola off her feet and began carrying her bridal-style towards their room at a brisk pace. On reflex, she clung to him, even while she shot him a glare.
"Satan! Put me down, I need to get back to work!"
If she'd had any real intention in her tone, he would've, but there wasn’t enough for their pact to recognize that as a command.
"No you don't," he countered, now furrowing his own brow at her. "You've been chipping away at developing that spell all week, it’s time I stop you from pulling yet another all nighter.”
"But it's important," she insisted. She tried to wiggle out of Satan's arms, but he only held onto her tighter.
"Is it for the Sorcerer's Society?" he asked, quirking a brow at her.
Dola paused. "No."
"For Solomon?" Satan felt her arms tighten around him as he climbed up the stairs.
"No."
"For Lord Diavolo?"
"... No."
"Then it can wait until morning," he said, final in his tone. Dola sighed—well, she was tired. But maybe…
“Would you at least let me put everything away?”
“I’m not falling for that again,” he told her, making her pout up at him. He looked down with a smirk. “And if you tell me there’s something volatile down there, I had a good look at your setup. Everything can sit there on your desk until the morning.”
Dola sighed again in defeat, finally resigning herself to her fate. She rested her head against his chest and found herself relaxing as the silence settled around them, the sound being his footsteps as he neared their bedroom, and the slow beat of a demonic heart. Slowly, her exhaustion caught up to her. Eyelids growing heavy, the aches from sitting for so long making themselves known.
His warmth was so comforting, so different from what just wearing one of his sweaters all day offered. She couldn’t deny that it did feel like it had been some time since she’d last spent more than a few minutes in his arms.
Okay. Maybe she did want to rest after all.
He gently set her down on the bed and took her slippers off for her. He kicked his own off before getting into bed himself. To his surprise, Dola wasted no time in curling up next to him.
“I thought I’d have to put in a bit more effort convincing you to cuddle,” he teased.
“I’m tired, leave me alone,” she said. Her cheek was smooshed against his bicep, an arm slung over his middle.
“Oh?” Satan rolled onto his side to face her better, his free hand tucking a loose lock of her behind her ear. “Just a few minutes in my arms and suddenly you’re acting all cute?”
Dola rolled her eyes but didn’t hold back her smile. “Yeah, yeah, you got me. Turns out I missed you too.”
He chuckled and leaned in close to peck her on the lips. “Good. I’d be rather sad if you didn’t.”
She kissed him back, letting herself savor the feeling. Satan deepened the kiss, but didn’t bring it any further than that. Not when it seemed like she was beginning to drift off in the middle of them making out.
He smiled fondly at how her eyes stayed closed after she pulled away. Careful not to jostle her, he brought the covers higher over them both.
“Good night, my heart,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to forehead. Her incomprehensible whispered response was enough of a bid goodnight for him, and soon he too drifted off to a deep slumber.
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kiss-me-nott · 1 year
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HIII can I request romantic matchups for Demon Slayer & AOT? :))
I’m biromantic asexual with a preference for women & my pronouns are they/them 💕
For appearance I have brown eyes & dark brown (kinda black) hair with an olive/almost tan colored skin & im 5’4 (short af out here)
For hobbies I would say I really enjoy drawing & baking, always down to try new recipes but gets pissed when they come out weird.
Likes: sweets, reading, giving gifts, talking to my friends, my alone time, & caffeine
Dislikes: really spicy food, feeling overwhelmed/overstimulated, bugs, & being around people I don’t know
Personality: I would say I’m the kind of person to be shy when first meeting but if I became friends with someone then I’d never shut up. Sometimes I need a break from my friends tho and just need alone time. I have a very dry sense of humor so on multiple occasions I’ve had people tell me I’m mean or they take something I say to heart (which is never my intention to make people feel that way ;v;). I have borderline anger issues like one time I messed up cinnamon rolls and hit my counter so hard my hand bruised. I also have a habit of doing/saying before thinking, which has gotten me hurt/sick many times. Overall I like to think I’m a decent person to be around.
Hope this was enough info and have a good day/evening 🫶
-💕
2 matchups for my lovely anon (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ , also, ty for requesting! for your romantic aot pairing i'm matching you with. . .
𝐘𝐦𝐢𝐫 ´ˎ˗
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i think at first you really capture ymir's attention, [ she thinks it's cute when you get angry and she smiles a lot ] and bc your shy at first, she doesn't mind breaking the ice.
ymir's not actually much taller than you [ 5'7, i thought she was soo much taller ;-; ] but she likes casually leaning on you for comfort and teasing you about it.
lotta quick forehead kisses here
honestly, very protective + possibly jealous [ absolutely denies it ]
she'll usually offer to get you ingredients when you bake [ go out and get whatever your missing ], she doesn't cook much but likes to watch and chat. and help if you ask
and on the off chance she's there when it goes bad. she surprised, to be honest. then, she smiles.
not to make you feel worse or anything, no! she just thinks your adorable, and probably won't let you try to hurt your hands again.
she knows how to bandage your hands though. probably extremely intense, like she might say something harsh.
shambles. she's in shambles on the inside.
also, you mention being kind of straight-forward to people, or 'coming off mean/rude' without meaning to.
i think she'd adore it, your honest opinion or not. ymir isn't one to take things to heart most of the time, and at this point in your relationship, she knows you and when your being sincere.
probably doesn't understand the gift giving when it's directed at her, but it grows on her definitely.
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and for your demon slayer matchup, i'm pairing you with. . .
𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢 ´ˎ˗
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she admires you a tonnn, complimenting how pretty you are in her head. blushing and staring like a complete idiot [ it continues in your relationship too ]
i mean! she's so lucky to have you, and she doesn't take it for granted.
mitsuri's gifts to you are often small tokens [ she's promised to put a cap on some of her affections to not overwhelm you ]
like jewelry, sweets, or things you can bake with like sugar and honey.
you probably won't have time to be angry at your cinnamon rolls tbh. . . she's never had one before and is absolutely burning her tongue trying to eat it.
and she loves your cooking no matter the outcome. she often stuffs her lunch with the sweets or saves them for later regardless.
she likes cooking with you if it's not too much trouble.
plus, she's good at western style cooking. so, she makes the meals, you make dessert? [ it's nice having someone else with her when she cooks, it's a comfort even if you don't feel like talking much ]
she keeps herself busy too, usually stretching or training when you like your time alone to read or just relax. [ it doesn't stop her from occasionally sneaking a peak at your focused face though ]
and she's okay with some bugs [ like butterflies and bees ] but spiders?? if you can't get rid of it either you'll probably both live in fear.
"guess were buring the house down"
lastly, and i think most importantly, she's there whenever you need her. like when your uncomfortable around so many strangers she'll hold your hand and rub circles into your skin.
she gets embarrassed a lot, but she'll always put your first.
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;; p.s. of course you're a decent person anon! you sound wonderful (●´□`)♡ and thank you so much for requesting, i hope you liked your matchups!
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marcholasmoth · 1 year
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OSRR: 2984
PT this morning was just an intake appointment, but i still left forty minutes later sore af because WOW moving my shoulder how it's not supposed to move makes it HURT. who knew?? not me, ig. we scheduled appointments through six weeks, until i go back to the orthopedist next month. until then, i must suffer. then we can get an mri done. then they'll listen to what i have to say. the ligament in my shoulder is loose. i've had doctors acknowledge it verbally and then do nothing besides physical therapy. i can feel it. it fucking hurts. i can't sleep on it. fucking sucks. six years ago when i united my shoulder at work, when it subluxed and bruised the head of the bone, after it was all done and healed and i'd gone for PT, the doctor still said the ligament was kinda loose. well, yes. that's why i have this problem. so fix it, why don't you, and i won't have shoulder pain for the rest of my life. good lord.
anyway.
came back, showered, dressed, went to starbucks, went to work, and was busy like all day. at least i knew going into it i was gonna be busy, so that was fine. when i first went in, i took my meds and i sat down and i tried to get myself organized. kristen came over and so did a student and melissa and i was sitting in my chair, bouncing my leg, talking a mile a minute, and melissa goes, "are you caffeinated?"
i'm like "no, it makes me jittery."
me, thinking: i'm jittery anyway, but ok body
it was funny.
after work i came back and took a nap. i was fuckin exhausted after being up early and having a full day of people.
i napped until about quarter of 8 when i sleepily bumbled out of the room. i stood there as joel made grilled cheese, trying to wake up and decide what i wanted. joel finished up and went downstairs, and i decided i wanted taco bell. so i went and i got some taco bell and my quesadilla was cut the wrong way. which isn't bad, but it's fucking hysterical. and usually it's cut in four pieces, but this bad boy was cut in three. it was so funny to me. it had nacho cheese in it, which is something the other taco bell's in the area don't usually do, so i didn't ask for just shredded cheese. but it was decent. it'll get me off of wanting taco bell for a while.
anyway i got home, i grabbed the cold stuff from the fridge and freezer, grabbed my laundry, and headed downstairs. i threw my laundry in and i went to sit with joel in our space downstairs and we watched a few episodes of white collar which is really great. he likes showing me his usual shows and watching them with me. it makes me happy. i like that he can share things like that with me, that we can do things together. it was a rare night off for him from all other obligations, so it was nice to just be there together.
anyway, my laundry is now all done and folded and i'm in bed and i'm ready to sleep but not to get up early again tomorrow. 8am comes quickly. 7:15 comes moreso.
also my friends at work are planning something for thursday and the only hint i've been given is "sports car." first thing i thought of was driving a sports car which would be sick. second i thought of a delorean, which goes to back to the future because i'm getting older and is my flavor of nerdy, but other than that.
so i don't know and i don't want to know and i still have twelve million things to do. sheesh. can i have another day this week? because yikes.
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patchofhope · 11 months
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WHERE THIS BITCH BE
AHAAAAA i rise from the dirt i intentionally buried myself in to make an update post. Yeah cus i make those now i guess? So where the FUCK have I been? I know 0 people have been asking that but im on some hotgirl shit and my world revolves around me so im making the explanation post anyways because this bitch needs to live a little and stop assuming the internets gonna tear me apart if i show emotion. SO. the short answer? Been working on a toyhouse account to unleash my blorbos upon the world cus i kinda realized that if i dont DISPLAY my ocs noone knows how to fuckin ask questions about them. so i’m doing that. the long answer? drama. sooo much drama. i watched a polycule form and crumble and that aint even the most interesting thing. So i kinda got tired of ppl and just wanted to stop existing for a bit (yknow, typical reality detachment shit.) and i’ve been focused on improving my physical health the best i can because currently thats whats preventing the mental health from improving. I have a fuckign severe caffeine addiction and am working on cutting back on it. So I am CONSTANTLY plagued by brain fog that makes me sorta forget that things exist. which includes this and the ask blog. but to be CLEAR the ask is NOT DEAD i just. need to actually get it to the point where i can TAKE QUESTIONS. which means WORKING ON IT. but rn the toyhouse is number 1 priority because i need something to focus on and it’s keeping me grounded. nor is this blog dead. I just keep doing this thing of ‘i like a post so i can reblog it later when my brain isnt mush that laughs at funny words but i end up forgetting about it’ which is a problem in and of itself but WHATEVER what matters is im gonna start actually USING THIS BLOG and probably SHOUTING A LOT because i do that. whether or not im gonna post art is entirely up to how i feel in the moment, so a lot of this is gonna be sporadic and impulsive because that is how i live my life and i need to stop reigning it in so bad to the point where i sit and do nothing for 10 hours a day because the mortifying thought of ‘what if you end up regretting it’ is seared into my brain from years of being the gifted kid with nothing to show for it. so yeah whos ready for my multifandom crossover bullshit because i am 2 steps away from just dumping it out there
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idy-ll-ique · 3 years
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A Day Well-Spent
Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Genre: It's like... fluff to the extreme
Warnings: mention of guns
Requested: nope
Summary: Y/N has just moved to Brooklyn and doesn't know how things are there. Bucky Barnes runs things around Brooklyn but what happens when they meet? Will she run away or will she still shoot her shot?
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, first of all, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH. also i think im obsessed with mob fics????? chile anyways so... enjoy!
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"Ready to go, sweetie?"
"You know it, babe," Y/N grinned at her friend, Clarice. The two, on their way to work, had stopped by a coffee shop for their daily dose of caffeine. As they walked out of the café, Clarice turned to Y/N. "Finish your story! What did Brad say to you after that?!" Clarice reminded her and Y/N giggled.
"Oh, he was just too sweet! But not my type, ya know what I mean? I didn't know how to turn him down," she sighed. "Poor guy. If he had approached me…" Y/N lightly shoved her friend. "I have his number, should I pass it on?" Clarice turned to Y/N, wide eyed. "Darling, you're too good to me," she spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent.
Y/N burst out laughing. She had moved from another part of the country to Brooklyn for education; along with attending college, she was also working as a waitress at a nice little restaurant. That was how she met Clarice, her being another waitress at said restaurant. The two became fast friends.
Clarice was a few years older than Y/N, a single mother with a 4 year old son. Her son was extremely cute. As Y/N continued laughing, she didn't notice how her friend stopped in her tracks. Clarice was busy staring at the huge hunk of a man a few feet ahead of Y/N, standing in the middle of the pavement with his phone held to his ear, his back to them.
Bucky Barnes.
That man was James Buchanan Barnes, the King of Brooklyn. He ran the whole damn city along with his mob; very important and influential. On top of that? He was hot-headed, easily got angry and people knew what happened when he got angry. Except Y/N. Y/N didn't even know who he was.
As Y/N neared Bucky, still laughing for some reason, Clarice thought of calling out to her. And alert him of their presence? No way! "Clarice, you know I love it when you do your acc—" All of a sudden, Y/N collided into a soft wall, spilling her coffee all over it. Opening her eyes, she found out that it was no wall; instead, she had collided straight into a person.
And drenched his back with coffee.
He was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and Y/N immediately felt guilty. "Oh my goodness, I'm so fucking sorry!" she blurted out as Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to look at her. His men, who were loitering around, had her surrounded as they pointed their guns at her. But she didn't notice.
She was busy staring at Bucky, her jaw slightly dropped. Hot damn, he is good looking, she thought to herself. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she snapped out of a daydream. He had a stern expression on his face and she realized she messed up. He's someone important. Then she started apologizing profusely.
Bucky simply stared at her, taking in her features as he gave her a once-over. She's new, he realized, not from Brooklyn. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he chuckled and she immediately shut up, offering him a timid smile. "I really am sorry, I feel like a total ass. That suit looks expensive, sir, is there any way I can help? Maybe pay for dry cleaning?"
"Do you know who I am?" he instead asked and her brows furrowed. "Oh Lord, am I supposed to know?! One mess up after another…" she grumbled and Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. My name is Bucky Barnes, you may call me Bucky." At this point, even his men were surprised, lowering their guns.
Clarice was still standing there and one of the men caught her eye. He nodded his head towards Y/N and Clarice gave him an unsure smile. He sauntered over to her. "She's with you?" he asked and Clarice groaned, dropping her head. "She's new to Brooklyn, and has no idea who he is. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."
The man smiled at her. "No worries, looks like the boss isn't gonna hurt her. I'm Sam, by the way." Clarice gave him a shy smile. Sam was also very good-looking. "I'm Clarice, nice to meet you." Better to remain on the good side of the mob. Back to Y/N and Bucky… "Bucky, that's a good name. Short for anything?"
He ran a hand through his hair, grinning. It had been years, years since someone outside of the mob had spoken to him so freely and without fear. It felt nice and refreshing, even more so because Y/N was super gorgeous. "James Buchanan Barnes." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Named after a president, huh?"
"You making fun of my name now, doll?" he smirked slyly. "Oh no no, I wouldn't dare," she flirted easily, "My name is Y/N. I still feel bad about ruining your suit, you won't even take the money…" Bucky waved her off. "First, Y/N is a wonderful name. Second, you don't need to worry your pretty head over me, this suit can easily be replaced."
"Then how about this? A coffee. My treat. It'll make me feel better," she insisted. Bucky raised a quick brow, thinking that he would be the one to ask her out but oh well, this works too. "Let's call it a date, shall we?" he purred, taking a step closer to her. She didn't back off. "If you'd like," she grinned up at him.
He couldn't help but grin back. "Excellent. Then how about you put your number in my phone and I pick you up next Sunday at 7 pm?" He thrust his phone into her hand and Y/N swore she heard someone gasping in the background. Bucky Barnes was a very private person but here he was now; handing his phone to a stranger.
She quickly put her number in his phone and handed it back, smiling. "I'll await your call." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I have to go now, so I'll see you later. Say hello to your friend from my side. Sam! Stop flirting, man, we gotta go!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see his friend flirting with Clarice.
She laughed and turned back to Bucky, who was already looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see you next Sunday, Mr Barnes. Again, sorry for the suit!" He waved his arm in dismissal and got into the car, throwing her one last blowing kiss before zooming off. Y/N walked back to Clarice, who was staring at her, jaw dropped.
"I know the hell you didn't just do that."
"Did I do something wrong?" Y/N frowned. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin bloomed on Clarice's face. "Do you even know who you're going to go on a date with next Sunday?!" Y/N blinked. "Is he someone important?" Clarice made a sound of indignation. "Important? Bitch, he's the Kingpin! The King of Brooklyn! A mob boss!"
Y/N's eyes went wide. "No way," she scoffed. "Yes way! Ask anyone! He runs things around here, babe. It was fun to see him all soft, though, he's kinda hot-headed and hard to impress. Even women stay away from him. And now you two are going on a date?! If this relationship does not end in a marriage I'm suing."
Y/N flushed slightly and punched Clarice on the shoulder. "Clair, we haven't even gone on one date." Clarice shrugged. "A girl can dream. Oh, your children will be the most beautiful! Did you see his right hand man, though?! Mamma mia! Said his name was Sam Wilson, I got his number!" The two reached their workplace.
Inside Bucky's car, he was still smiling, lost in thoughts. "So, that chick, huh," Sam spoke devilishly from the driver's seat. Bucky looked at him. "That's no way to talk about the future Mrs Barnes," he admonished and Sam chortled. "Dude, you haven't been on even one date! Slow down, chicks don't like dudes who plan out a marriage on the first date."
"But I know I'm right, so why shouldn't I plan?" Bucky shrugged. He was more than confident that Y/N was going to become his in the future. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, flirted with him… it was enough for him to become smitten with her at the first glance. "What about you and her friend, huh?"
It was Sam's turn to become flustered. "Clarice Light. Has a 4-year old son, Aaron." Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "A mother. Well-maintained looks," he commented, laughing when Sam punched him on the shoulder. "Why don't you think about your own chick and leave mine alone?"
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Y/N frantically smoothed out her dress, checking herself in the mirror. She wore a beautiful, nude coloured bandage dress that reached mid-thigh, along with similar coloured heels. Bucky was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Even after finding out who he was she didn't back away, instead finding it empowering that the most important man in Brooklyn wanted to take her out on a date.
All of a sudden the bell rang, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. The first thing she saw upon opening the door was a huge bouquet of red roses right in front of someone's face. He then moved the bouquet to reveal his face and Y/N smiled broadly. "Bucky!" He grinned back at her. "Hi, doll! Here, an extraordinary bouquet for an equally extraordinary woman."
"You're too flattering. These roses smell amazing, thank you so much." She took the bouquet from his hands and kept it away, stepping out of the house. Bucky offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her out of the building and towards an audacious, ridiculously expensive looking car.
"Everything about you is lavish, huh?" she teased as he ushered her into the passenger seat, sitting next to her. "Bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?" he teased right back, placing his hand on her thigh as the other gripped the steering wheel. "No, I mean, you are the Kingpin. I should expect luxury."
He glanced at her to see her grinning at him. "You found out?" She nodded. "Yup, Clarice told me as soon as you left. I don't mind though, I'm just wondering… why me?" He laughed. "Why you? Sweetheart, you are the first person aside from Sam who has talked to me so freely since… since I was 18. And you're gorgeous. So why not?"
"Again, with the flattery…"
"Just stating facts, my dear."
"Also, my friend has a crush on Sam, so do tell him to ask her out." Bucky laughed harder. It had been years since he'd enjoyed himself so much. "Really? He has a crush on her too! I guess I'll tell him tomorrow." Y/N looked out of the window. "Where are we going?" Bucky gently squeezed her thigh. It was clear he wasn't taking her to a café, like originally planned.
"A picnic in the park." Y/N's eyes lit up. "I love picnics!" she squealed. "Then I guess I made a good choice," Bucky chortled along. The two soon reached the park and Bucky got out of the car first, holding the door open for Y/N to step out. "A gentleman," she noted, making him grin. He then took out the picnic basket from the backseat.
Y/N laid out the classic pink and white checkered blanket that he had brought along, taking off her heels before sitting down. "Ugh, I'd have worn pants if I knew I was going to be sitting on the ground," she groaned as she somehow sat down, adjusting her dress.
"You look gorgeous in that dress though," Bucky commented, "But you don't need to worry about public indecency because it's just you and me in the park." Y/N blinked at him as he sat down, opening the basket and taking out food. "Just us? You booked the whole park?" Bucky smirked at her. "It's easy when you run things around here."
Y/N fondly shook her head. "So much effort." He winked at her. "All for you, doll, all for you." The two maintained a chat as they ate. "So, you're new here. Why did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked her. "Education. I go to [Name] college, actually, and work part-time as a waitress for some additional income," she hummed. He nodded thoughtfully.
"What about you? Is the mob a family business or a start-up?" Bucky smiled at her boldness. "Family business, my dad used to run it before me. I was 16 when I took over." Y/N realized what must've happened and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bucky returned the smile. "It's fine, he was no saint."
"No?"
"Yup, hated him actually. Used to be cruel to my mom, to me too… until he got shot. Best day of my life." Y/N gasped quietly. "Bucky! He was your father!" Bucky chuckled mercilessly. "An asshole is what he was. Geez, speaking of, my mom is gonna be so happy."
"What's her name?" Y/N took a bite of her sandwich. "Winifred. She's awesome, raised me and my sister alone, ya know? Dad was always too busy. My mom will like you, I can tell. And so will my sister." Y/N smiled at that. "A sister?" He nodded, excited to talk about his family.
"Rebecca Barnes. She's a few years younger than me, maybe your age. She goes to your college too." Y/N suddenly squealed. "You mean to tell me my best friend from college is your sister? Rebecca Barnes?!" Bucky smiled so wide he thought his cheeks were gonna tear. "You've met her?" Y/N vehemently nodded.
"She's really great, the only person kind enough to introduce herself on the first day I moved in. She was the one who showed me around campus and I found out that she mostly spent time alone because no one wanted to talk to her, her brother being involved with the bad side of law or something. But I didn't care. I still don't. She's awesome, you're awesome."
Bucky felt himself tear up at her words. "Doll, you have no idea how much that means to me." Y/N grinned at him, scooting sideways so she could lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm serious, you know. I can't wait to tell her about this." Bucky laughed in a watery tone, pressing his lips to her temple.
The two quietly ate after that. When the food was over both of them lay down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful," Y/N whispered, cuddling into Bucky's side as she stared at the gibbous moon. Bucky wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
"It's nothing compared to you."
Y/N laughed quietly and looked up, the same time he looked down. They met each other halfway; their lips connecting softly yet eagerly. Lost in the kiss Bucky sat up, pulling Y/N on his lap as they continued making out. Finally, after what felt like hours did they pull away, breathless. They said nothing; Bucky looked at her as if she hung the moon.
Y/N stared at him as if he were the only thing in the world. "So, when will I get a second date?" she broke the silence, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "Oh, doll, you're not getting rid of me any time soon," he shot back, laughing. Y/N giggled along and stood up.
Both of them packed their things and got into the car, Bucky offering to drive her home since it was late. So I guess it had been hours. As Bucky drove, Y/N's phone chimed. He glanced at her when she laughed. "What's so funny?" Y/N wheezed before answering.
"I've got two texts. One from Becca and one from Clarice."
Bucky couldn't stop his chuckle. "What did Becca say?" Y/N read out, "Girl, just heard you're on a date with my bro? And I— I swear if you don't become my sister in law, I'm suing." Laughter filled the car. "She really said that?" Y/N nodded. "Yup! Even Clarice, on the day we met, said the same thing! It's nuts. We just met and they're already planning a wedding."
"Speaking of, what was Clarice's message?"
"Oh nothing, just that she got back home from a date with Sam a few minutes ago."
"What?!"
"What's wrong with that?"
"That asshole had work today!"
"Bucky!"
All in all, it was a day well-spent.
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