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Who's ready for my Master Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Crepus Theory!!
I originally posted this over at Hoyolab and people there seemed to really like my favorite joke theory that Crepus just tries to gaslight the whole of Mondstadt right after obtaining Kaeya
Majority of this will be the same but with little tweaks for the wonderful tumblr audience
This joke stems from Kaeya's introduction:
and the use of the word "rumored"
Cause it's not like it said beyond Teyvat or the seven nations just Mondstadt
And I mean like c'mon how many families are living off the grid in Mondstadt
(Actually... Don't answer that I forgot Glory's boyfriend is just
Out there in the bush with Razor...)
Initially I had the idea of Crepus walking around the markets one day carrying Kaeya with Diluc beside him running into Varka who asks:
"Who's the boy?"
"You mean my son?"
"Not Diluc the boy you're carrying"
"I have two sons? You know this??"
But then the Caribert quest came out mentioning Kaeya ran away from home near immediately and was dragged home by Crepus just as fast and it became even funnier
Cause imagine you're by the docks one day and richest man in town gets off the boat with no cargo but instead a tiny child you may not have seen before that Crepus seems to be very cross with at the moment and threatening to turn him into a leash kid if he runs off again
In a small town that loves gossip do you know how fast that information is spreading? Cause I do and Varka's knocking on Crepus's door 30 minutes later like:
"Is this what we're doing? We're just taking kids now?"
Both paths lead to Varka asking where Kaeya comes from and getting hit with a
"I think you're a bit too old to still be confused about the birds and the bees Varka"
Varka getting frustrated to the point he just starts demanding Kaeya tell him what's up
Love to see him following in his fathers footsteps of stressing Varka the fuck out
And upon hearing how his birth father left for juice and didn't return Varka went
"Good! That was ALL I needed to know!!"
Follow ups on if his father intended to abandon him or got lost in the storm and needed a search party?
Don't care!! You weren't kidnapped!!
Welcome to the knights! 🤝
Which bringing it back to it only being a rumor
In a town of alcoholics, who's gonna call out the one guy with the winery?
Here's some add ons that got sparked from the comment section 😘
Bonus panels would have included Varka showing up with Rosaria one day mimicking Crepus about "wHaT you ForGot I haD a Kid" sparking a trend within the community of just adopting random children to the point posters are made saying "In Barbatos name: See a child Take a child"
Alice seeing it and pulling a "when in rome" tucking both Albedo and Diluc(who is yelling he is an adult) under her arms and telling Klee if she ever sees someone in need of a mom let her know she'll send over the paperwork right away
And then the last bonus: Venti wakes up, walks in through the gate while playing a tune, and stops when he sees the poster, not sure if he needs to start yet another revolution, or if this one is fine actually
I imagine the posters had to be taken down because visitors were losing their kids left and right and the solution of parents pinning a note saying "not dead & still want custody" to their kids shirt didn't catch on but the saying still lives strong in the hearts of Mondstadt's citizens I mean look Bennett and his 27 dads Mondstadt may have a lot of orphans but the demand is even higher
Comment on original post:
"I have a headcanon where Kaeya fooled first Crepus, then the rest of Mondstadt but.this is too funny!! I want to see this happening!"
Which prompted one of my new favorite lines at the end:
"Wait by fool Crepus first do you mean like Crepus finding him out in the storm bringing him inside to ask him where he lives and Kaeya's just
"? I live here? You adopted me? Are you feeling okay?"
Cause I'm absolutely cry laughing over this that's so good but that also means when Kaeya runs away Crepus is just
"hey no no l'm not misplacing you a second time come home" "
#Kaeya may have wandered away from his last family (believes Crepus) but that sure as fuck wasn't gonna happen a second time#Kaeya#kaeya alberich#crepus ragnvindr#Crepus#dawn family#genshin impact#Genshin#thats right now I get to be the one with the many tags trying to get this out there lmao#dont worry I wont do this often here this blog is primarily a trap to get you guys to check out a very talented lore blog#uh I mean...#to show you various fan works of Kaeya?#hey what's that pinned post up there?#god I hope this is formatted right I havent made a tumblr post since we had post headers#and god damn did it keep fighting me#also it's like 5 a.m. if you see any mistakes...#that's tomorrow's problem
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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL. chapter 5 - jb
Song recommendation for today's update: Tink - Toxic
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ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist
ೃ⁀➷ masterlist
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The rest of the night went without you even noticing, mostly because of the extra drinks you had after telling the girls about the little selfie with Gio. And as you supposed, they loved how well played it was.
Another thing you could still remember vividly while you managed to open your eyes was that even after you said goodbye, you encountered Gio once again on the dance floor.
You danced together for a couple of songs. It was obvious you were having fun; Gio always behaved like an absolute sweetheart, super respectful, and even though you knew some flirting was there, he never made it obvious. He was good company.
Now you were fully awake, having a dejávu when you realized Mia and Nikki were sleeping in the same position from a few days ago. Odd.
“I can't believe we partied until four A.M” Mia's voice, sounding raspy as always when she drank too much, made you notice that she was also waking up. “Now I'm seeing the consequences of my actions.”
“Yeah...” You agreed, feeling how your body was heavier than usual, making it difficult to move. So you didn't. “I think I'll live here forever, I don't have the energy to get up. Not today, not ever again."
“What time is it?” Nikki whispered, still wrapped in two covers. You didn't even had two covers on your bed the day prior... Where did she find them?
“Hold on...” Mia moved around the bed for a moment before letting herself fall again into the mattress. “Oh God, it's 3 p.m”
The three of you gasped before laughing. Yep, that seemed reasonable.
“We need to eat something or else.” You said after a while, making sure none of them had fallen asleep again. “Are any of you craving some shawarma?”
“Hell yeah.” Nikki said, still wrapped around the covers, but fully awake as far as you could tell.
“Nice, let me grab my phone.” While getting up, you started to see the disaster the three of you caused around the bedroom. Your clothes were everywhere, the bathroom door was fully open and even being far away you could notice that three drunks were there. “Great...”
You didn't have the energy to care for cleaning right now. The bags were strangely safe, carefully placed by your vanity. Priorities. Luckily, all your stuff was still in your purse, which was a miracle of its own. The only strange thing was your phone, which was buzzing like crazy. The battery was almost gone, but you could see the many notifications popping up second after second.
“What the...?” You took it, fearing the worst. “Gio's story...” Now that you thought about it, maybe being posted and tagged on a famous footballer's insta story wasn't the smartest option when you wanted to keep a low profile. “Fuck my life...” While you unlocked it, Nikki and Mia were out of bed, looking at you with curiosity.
“What happened?” Mia said, arching an eyebrow.
“I think I just exposed myself to the world.” You said, gasping when you saw that most of the notifications were from Instagram.
"What do you mean "exposing yourself”? You didn’t post a nude picture, did you?” Nikki questioned, getting out of the covers.
“I think that’ll be easier to fix if that was the case…” You unlocked your phone, trying to calm down and not succumb to the rising panic you were starting to feel.
Tons of notifications were still coming, but you decided to go directly to Instagram and find out what kind of disaster was starting to unfold. Your notifications were up to at least 5.000 only in mentions and following requests. Thank God you kept your IG private. Before your trembling fingers made a mistake, you went to your DMs, which were even worse than the notifications because not only hundreds of people were asking who you were, but also sending you videos and photos. With a deep breath you started to open the recent ones.
“What’s going on? You look pale.” Mia got up from the bed, taking your arm carefully. “Come on, sit before you pass out.”
“I feel like I’m about to…” You sat between the two of them, letting them see your phone screen. They peeked over your shoulders, gasping when they saw the amount of DMs.
Some of the messages were just things like “Are you Gio’s new girlfriend?” or “Are you friends with Gio? Give him my number lmao” while others were worse, not because they were threatening you or anything similar, but because they mentioned Jobe’s twitter photos or that people were sharing videos of you dancing with Gio last night.
You went through some of them, feeling more and more anguished by the minute.
“Is this you with Gio????”
“Oh my god, are you dating both Jobe AND Gio?”
“Are you the same girl from the photos of the twitter threat?”
“You look kinda similar to Jobe’s new girlfriend”
“It’s giving clout chaser”
“Are we seeing the rise of the next WAG?”
“You’re pretty asf”
“Omg, I could swear on my mom I’ve seen you before in Dortmund with Judeeeee”
The last caught your attention more than you wanted. It wasn’t that impossible, since you did go out for walks with Jude after his practice or drive him around town when you were visiting. But back then it was impossible for the few people that saw the two of you together to figure out who you were. Now, with your face out in the open, maybe more people could start recognizing you.
God knows what could happen.
The absolute worst part of all this was people recognizing you from that stupid Twitter threat. You weren’t dating Jobe, but who was going to believe you? It was better to stay silent while figuring out what to do from now on.
“Look, someone’s calling you.” You blinked, coming back to the real world. You didn’t even notice that you spaced out for a bit.
The screen read “Unknown number”
“You take that, I’ll see what’s all this fuss about.” Nikki got up, reaching for her bag.
“I’ll go make us some coffee.” Mia gave you a look that said I’m sorry.
“I’ll help you with that” Nikki almost ran after Mia, giving you that look of sympathy you hated before leaving. The door closed behind them with a click. Now you were alone with this call.
You didn’t know why, but you knew it was Jude.
“Hello?” You picked it up before it went to voicemail, regretting it almost immediately.
“I’ve been calling you all morning! The fuck is happening? Why are you on Gio’s IG?” Yep, that was Jude’s voice.
You didn’t know what you were expecting when the first call after the breakup happened. Feeling excited? Hopeful? Happy? None of that was happening at the moment; you were pissed. Because how dare he call after weeks of silence to confront you about what you did as a single woman?
“Excuse me?” You said, feeling your blood boil. “Why would I give you an explanation?”
“Because you’re my-”
“Your what, Jude?” Your voice remained firm while your heart shattered all over again. Why was he doing this? “Your ex-girlfriend? Yes, I remember. I’m not your problem anymore, why are you calling me?”
“You’re still my friend, you know that” Ouch. “You didn’t even told me you were going out with freaking Gio.” Why was he mad at that?
“And why should I inform you about that?” You wouldn’t admit you just happened to run into Gio yesterday.
"Because now people think you're his fucking girlfriend!"
“So what?! You didn’t let me know when you went out partying and when you made out with some girl a week ago, did you? Do you even care if people assume that's your fucking girlfriend?”
The line fell in an awkward silence for a few seconds. You almost laughed.
“How do you know about that?” At least he didn’t try to deny it.
“Why does it matter?” You avoided answering him. “You’re acting like a hypocrite. Why are you calling me? To make me feel bad about moving on and having fun with my friends, just as you did a week after you broke up with me?”
“That’s not what-”
“You know what? I don’t really care what you are trying to do here. Don’t call me again.” And you hung up.
Before he could call again, you blocked his number. And then, like a wall collapsing, you started to sob and then to cry.
“Fucking prick!” You wanted to throw your phone, but that wasn’t going to make you feel better. You hated him more than ever. And you hated that he had this effect on you.
“Honey! What happened?” Both girls came running into the room, startled by your scream.
“That fucking asshole!” You said, unable to stop your sobs. Were you crying because of how mad you were or because you still felt a little bit of hope about this call being different? “He dared to call me to ask questions about why I was with Gio last night… Like he had any rights to do shit like that.”
Your friends hugged you without saying anything, knowing what you needed right now.
When were you going to get over him?
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...so I might be a bit late with that 😅 I have nothing to say for myself. But hey, better late than never!
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.
Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!
✨ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD✨
warmth by sugarcoated-lame
↳ one shot, 18+, the fact that i don't wake up to this man is criminal
eyes wide shut by @topguncortez
↳ one shot, i am not okay :')
he's all that by @withahappyrefrain
↳ one shot, love this fic <3
someone to watch over me by @lewmagoo
↳ one shot, 18+, secret service agent!bob, we love a good au
of admirals and paperweights by lewmagoo
↳ one shot, 18+, wife!reader, this is so hot, i don't know what else to say, my brain is empty
wedding day. by @sebsxphia
↳ one shot, robert floyd is the definition of husband material
best friend and sweet as honey by bradshawsbitch
↳ two shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, this made me a little crazy, not gonna lie
better by @delopsia
↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, beautiful work 💕
✨BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW✨
headache #2 by waklman
↳ one shot, 18+ bradley is stinkybutt and that's all you need to know
the zipper incident by @tongue-like-a-razor
↳ one shot, 18+, that's a hell of a fic, let me tell you
5 times the bronco was a third wheel by @thesewordsareallihavetogive
↳ one shot, my beloved man with his beloved car
the purrfect storm by @roosterforme
↳ one shot, vet!reader x new cat dad!bradley, word of advise for you all - you see 'roosterforme' on your dash, you drop everything you're doing and go read the absolute masterpiece of a fic you stumbled upon
what's in a name? by @sometimesanalice
↳ one shot, 18+, i can't tell you how many times i've reread that fic
the pregnancy glow by @topgun-imagines
↳ one shot, wife!reader, 🥰🥰 <- this is me after reading this
forever young by @greenorangevioletgrass
↳ one shot, this is a platonic bradley x maverick fic, absolutely wonderful just like any other work written by my beloved Ava
to rest for a while by @familyvideostevie
↳ one shot, oh to go on a road trip and exchange live confessions with bradley bradshaw 🥺
superstar by @maggiedanikka
↳ two shot, 10/10 would read again!
when all is said and done by @sunlightmurdock
↳ one shot, 18+, maverick's daughter!reader, uh this is bloody good fic
same mistakes by @ofstoriesandstardust
↳ series, maverick's daughter!readr, enemies to lovers, such a banger of a story!!
to the moon and back by katsu28
↳ one shot, made my heart 5x bigger 💓
what a look on you by @thewulf
↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, great story 👏
to make a house a home by @beyondthesefourwalls
↳ one shot, i'm gonna be dead before i can actually afford a house but at least i can dream about house hunting with bradley :')
2 a.m. by @thebastardprincenikolai
↳ one shot, 18+, friends with benefits, we love a little bit of a friendly competition ;)
hourglass bysugarcoated-lame
↳ one shot, 18+, this is just so sweet 😫
✨JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN✨
glue song by @waklman
↳ series, friends to lovers, we love pining jake in this household
delicate by waklman
↳ series, natasha's friend!reader, i want to hold jake in my arms 24/7
touch me by @bradshawsbitch
↳ one shot, 18+, excuse me while i go scream into a void
left at the altar by @tip-top-cloud-surfer
↳ series, 18+, ex!jake, bit of drama, bit of angst, all our favourite stuff
sweet as candy by @halsteadsbradshaw
↳ one shot, all i need in life is jake seresin and candy
talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow by @theharddeck
↳ one shot, 18+, roommate!jake, he is just such a helpful guy 😌
cherry bomb by @flaming-tgmcu
↳ one shot, jake seresin, the man that you are
our shirt by @whoreforseresin
↳ one shot, you need this morning fluff in your life, trust me
take it off slowly by whoreforseresin
↳ one shot, 18+, you need this bloody hot smut in your life, trust me
it's all about you by @bussyslayer333
↳ one shot, i love this format and this fic in general!
oh deer by @wkndwlff
↳ one shot, best friend!jake, can you hear me yell? cause i'm yelling
she blinded me with science by wkndwlff
↳ one shot, the lab workers representation i never knew i needed!
move on by @starlightstories
↳ one shot, if you're looking to get your heart broken, this fic is your guy :')
i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever by @demxters
↳ one shot, perfection 🙌🙌
man, i didn't kiss her and i should have by @folkloreslovechild
↳ one shot, college!au, the love epiphany trope is something so personal to me
i think there's been a glitch by folkloreslovechild
↳ one shot, “TOPGUN isn’t about working hard. It’s about looking good in uniform.” <- facts!!
5 times hangman got older + 1 time he got wiser, too by folkloreslovechild
↳ one shot, childhood friends to lovers, he is an idiot but we love him
the fuck you universe by @roosterbruiserexclusive
↳ series, 18+, kazansky!reader, enemies to loves, A👏MA👏ZING👏
always a bridesmaid by @sugarcoated-lame
↳ one shot, 18+, bradshaw!reader, just simply phenomenal story 🙌
✨MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA✨
one sunny afternoon by @rhettabbotts
↳ one shot, 18+, fiancee!reader, my brain turns to jelly when i think about this fic
speeding cars by @teacupsandtopgun
↳ one shot, this fic did me so so dirty and that's all i'm saying
✨JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO✨
water droplets by @siempre-bucky
↳ one shot, 18+, javy's chest is not the only wet thing in this scenario hehe
daylight by siempre-bucky
↳ one shot, 18+, sorry i can't come to the phone rn. why? oh cause i'm dead, this fic killed me
how sweet it is... by @coyotesamachado
↳ one shot, javy machado, love me, feed me, never leave me, i am begging
✨STEVE HARRINGTON✨
time to giddy up, yeah? by @loveshotzz
↳ one shot, 18+, mustache or not, there's nothing i would not do for this man
love on the brain by @vendettaparker
↳ one shot, pregnant!reader, someone make this man a dad asap
glitch by @forevermoreharrington
↳ one shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, THIS 😫
sping breaks loose by forevermoreharrington
↳ one shot, soft boyfriend!steve deserves the world
whispers of "are you sure?" by forevermoreharrington
↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, he have a hattrick on our hands!
bathroom break by @stvharrngton
↳ one shot, 18+, old money!steve, oh man 🥵
dizzy bystvharrngton
↳ one shot, 18+, steve is very rideable 🤤
relax, lay back by @superblysubpar
↳ one shot, 18+, i love this so much, you do not understand
delicate by @bejeweledmunson
↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, sometimes all it takes is a reality check
never could've seen you coming and i've had no love like your love by @supernovafics
↳ two shot, 18+, i love this with everything i have!!!
lemon over ice (part 2) by @upsidedownwithsteve
↳ two shot, 18+, i am unwell in the best way possible
and they were roommates by @sunshinesteviee
↳ one shot, this >>>>> everything else in this world
✨EDDIE MUNSON✨
teach me how to be soft by @lovebugism
↳ one shot, bad at feelings!reader, i just love him, you know?
dial-a-thrill by @bimbobaggins69
↳ one shot, 18+, phone sex operator!eddie, it is exactly as hot as it sounds honestly
penny'verse by @queenimmadolla
↳ series, young dad!eddie, this is just so wholesome!!
dinner buddies by @katsu28
↳ one shot, i want to hold this story in my arms and never let it go
✨RHETT ABBOTT✨
your back beneath the sun by @laracrofted
↳ one shot, 18+, remember, spf is your best friend!
#anna's fic recs#fic recs#march 2023 fic recs#april 2023 fic rec#staranger things fic recs#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#top gun fic rec#top gun fic recs#bradley bradshaw x reader#jake seresin x reader
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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader
Chapter III: Those golden eyes
Words count: 3,2k
Warnings ! : s€xual assault/harassment, swearing, blood
Note: this chapter didn’t turn the way I wanted but hope y’all like it and enjoy it. Sorry if there are any mistakes. And Bepo for y’all to picture him looks like the dog in the pic.
← Previous chapter || Materialist || Next chapter →
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The alarm went off at exactly 7 a.m., you opened your eyes and stretched out in bed. As much as you wanted to continue sleeping, you had promised yourself to start a routine and for that you had to get up and go for a run .The sun hadn't risen yet, so you would be able to see it rise as you ran on the beach.
You rushed to get ready to go running, the weather was cold like the other days, you were wearing your warmest outfit and despite that you felt the cold morning getting into your bones. You were going to need to make a wardrobe change when winter began because not even your warmest coat would be able to shelter you, if, as everyone there had already told you, the cold would only get worse. You went outside and breathed the pure air, you would never have imagined such pure air. The first light of the day was already starting to come out, so it was the perfect time for you to start running.
You went down to the beach and started jogging on the shore feeling the sea breeze hit your face. You had been running for about 5 minutes, when you noticed something running towards you. You looked over your shoulder to see what it was and saw a ball of white fur running in your direction. You smiled and stopped to wait for the animal to come towards you. You knelt down and received Bepo with the biggest of your smiles, the animal began to jump and bark with joy when it was next to you and also to lick you enthusiastically.
“Good boy…” You pet him while he continued licking your hand and moving his tail with enthusiasm. “You want to come with me for a run?” The dog barked back at you and you took that as a yes. “Okay! Let’s go Bepo!” You said and started running again, this time with Bepo by your side.
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
“Good morning Cora-san.” Law spoke as he took another sip from his cup of coffee, as he watched Corazon stretch out at the door.
“Hello Kid.” He said with sleepy eyes.
“Did your shift end late last night?” He asked while standing up and preparing breakfast for the other.
“A bit… You took y/n home right?” Corazon looked at Law.
“Yeah I did, I left her at her house, don’t worry.” He said putting the plate with the food in front of Corazon.
“Good…” He took a bite. “I still don’t understand what a young girl like her is doing in a place like this all by herself. It worries me.” He took another bite. “She told me that it’s because she wants to get away but honestly it worries me.”
“You’re going to choke…”
He hummed while swallowing the food. “You should try and be friends with her.” Law moved his eyebrows. “Don’t make that face, she is new, she doesn’t know anyone and you…” He pointed at Law. “Need more friends. Ever since Peguin and Shachi left to work outside you haven’t been going out. When that guy, Grap’s grandson asks you to join him as his group, you always say you’re busy with work.” Law shaked his head in denial. “I’m worried about you Law, you’re still young. I know work wastes a lot of your work because it’s only you and Marco but in your free time you should try and go out. And y/n, could be your new friend.”
Law snorted and rolled his eyes. “She speaks a lot.”
“And you don’t. Perfect match if you ask me.”
“We will see what happens.” Corazon did a happy dance listening to those words. “But don’t get your hopes so high.” He put the plates on the dishwasher. “I’m going to feed Bepo and leave for work.”
Corazon nodded watching Law start to leave. “Wait!” Law stopped walking and looked at him. “Are you getting out of work at the same time?”
“Probably, why?”
“Could you make sure y/n arrives safely at her home? Today it’s Saturday and you know how the restaurant gets on this day, and besides knowing that there are some weirdos at night, I don’t like the idea of her coming alone.”
“Yeah… sure I will take her but only because you asked me to.” Corazon smiled, knowing he also cared.
Law went outside with Bepo’s plate in hand, and called his name. But the dog didn’t appear. It was odd, because he would always appear right after hearing the front door opening. Law searched for him everywhere without finding any trace of the animal. He went and checked at your house, just in case Bepo went there. He nicked on your door but the house was empty and Bepo wasn’t there. Law scratched his neck in surprise, wondering where Bepo could be and also wondering where you were, you didn't go to work until later so it was surprising that you weren't there.
“Law!!” He heard from the beach.
Law turned around to see you running in his direction with Bepo running by yourself. You had a big smile on your smile, lighting up your whole face. When you reached him you started to breathe heavily, you were tired after running for that long.
“Hey!” You smiled, meeting his gaze.
“Good morning. Did you go for a run?”
“Yeah and Bepo joined me this morning. Right Bepo?” You said petting him. “He is so cute and he loves to run so much.”
Law looked at Bepo and then back at you. “This is the first time Bepo has ever done something like that.”
“Really?”
“He doesn’t interact with anyone besides Cora-San and me, and when we go for walks and play with him, he won’t move a bit.”
“Well… I must be special to him.” You laughed. “It was a good company having him with me.”
Law studied your face for a moment, it was red because of the running but also the cold of the morning. He then took a quick look at your clothes, they were too thin, even for this season of the year.
“You should put other type of clothes on. Or else you will catch something.”
You looked at yourself. “You’re right, when I went out this morning the only thing I wanted to do was go back inside and stay in bed. I will have to buy new clothes soon.”
You started to play with Bepo while Law looked at you. Your laughter was a pleasant melody to his ears, much as he did not want to admit it. It was good to see you in a brighter mood that day.
“By the way.” You looked at him. “Do you know Luffy?”
A siren started to sound on Law’s head, of course he knew Luffy, who didn’t was the real question. “Yeah… why?”
“Are you two friends?”
“Not exactly…”
“Oh… so you aren’t coming on Monday?” You tilted your head, focusing on him.
“On Monday? I have work that day…”
“Shit, it’s right…” You pouted. “I wanted you to come, what a shame.”
“Why would you want me there?”
“Because I can spend more time with you and finally be your friend.” You smiled.
Law looked at you and then looked in another direction, you couldn’t really tell but he seemed embarrassed. “You’re dumb.” He turned around and started to walk to his house. “Bepo let’s go!” He called the dog once he was a bit far away.
Bepo looked at you, licked your hand and then left following Law. You were still confused, did something you said made him angry? Meanwhile Law was trying to calm himself down because why would you smile at him like that while saying those words?
You entered your house, heading towards the shower, you really needed a shower and eat something before leaving for work. When you least expect it, you were already on the bus heading to work. When you got there you greeted everyone, Sanji, just like the other days, I greeted you and filled you with praise. That day you were able to notice that the number of customers was greater than the two previous days, you understood that it was because it was Saturday and there were people who were passing through the town or were going to spend the day there, and that being the only restaurant they all went there.
You felt much more comfortable taking orders that day, you didn't have to ask Sanji for as much help anymore and most of the customers were patient with you. Saturday night arrived and new customers came, although many were harmless, a group had given you a bad feeling from the moment they entered. It was a group of a few people, who had entered shouting and demanding. Sanji had at first been reluctant to give them a table but Zeff told him we should serve them. That is why the group sat in a corner of the restaurant for dinner. You approached the table, ready to take their orders and be as professional as possible.
“What would you like to order?" you forced a smile.
“Hello doll, we will have two battered filets and one grilled hakes. And to drink beer.” You wrote down what he had told you, while you felt his sight scanning you from top to bottom.
"And for dessert?"
“You could be our dessert doll” Said the man that seemed like the head of the group, smiling at you. At that moment you felt like vomiting.
You clenched your teeth and fists, at that moment you wanted to hit him. “You don't have what it takes to eat me. You would choke."
You turned around and started walking away from that table, feeling disgusted and horrified. Sanji appeared right next to you and told you he was going to handle that table, and you thanked him. You took a deep breath and told the kitchen the order. The rest of the night you took care of the other tables, staying away from that table. All the customers smiled at you and were nice to you. You really liked this job, the town and the people you'd met so far, it's true, you hadn't even been there a week, but everyone had welcomed you with open arms.
It was around twelve, when there was only one couple left having something to drink. Zeff told you that you could leave, that they were closing it and to go home. You took your jacket from the rack and said goodbye to everyone. You left the restaurant at a hurried pace, you wanted to catch the bus and get home as soon as possible.
But then you heard that voice again. That disgusting voice.
“Oh look who is there!” He laughed, a laugh that could make your ears bleed.
You ignored him and his group and just kept walking, faster this time.
“Hey where are you going doll?” He held your arm, pulling toward him.
You tried to break away from him, jerking your arm, but that only made his grip stronger and more painful.
“Don’t touch me, fucking bastard!” You yelled at him, hoping someone would hear you and come to help you.
“Oh no, sweetheart…” You closed your eyes, you could feel his breath inches from your face, he reeked of alcohol.
That's when his grip disappeared from your arm. When you open your eyes you see Law. He had grabbed the guy and thrown him to the ground. The look you see on Law is one you haven't seen before, it was chilling, terrifying and if you didn't know that he was helping you, you would have burst into tears just looking at his face.
"Lay your hand on her again and next time I'll kill you." His tone was low, he hadn't raised his voice. But the words had come out of him in a chilling way. “You understood?” The guy nodded. “Now leave this town and never come here again.”
The guy stood up and ran away, like a dog with its tail between its legs. Law turned around and looked at you, you were still paralyzed, you hadn’t moved an inch since you were free. His golden eyes studied your face, your body and then he met your gaze. You trembled. You tried to convince yourself it was because of the cold of the night, the whole situation, not because those golden eyes were looking right into you. You hugged yourself, to stop you from trembling, to give you some warm, comfort. Law got closer to you, without saying anything he put his arms around you and hugged you. You let yourself go, closed your eyes and absorbed his scent. He didn’t say anything, he simply hugged you and gently rubbed your back. Your tears started to fall, without notice and without permission. A couple of minutes passed, where you both were there hugging and saying nothing, until you felt calmer. You separated from him and dried the theaters of tears that remained on your cheeks.
“You always find me crying.” You tried to joke, but Law didn’t laugh, didn’t smile, he only looked at you and parted some locks of hair that fell in front of your face. “Thank you…”
He then rested his hand on your cheek, caressing it carefully. “Let’s go home.” He whispered and held your hand.
He started walking, not letting your hand go, holding you tightly but gently. You didn’t say anything, you just watched his back and thanked he was the one that appeared. It was incredible that the guy who just held you in his arms and made you feel so safe and calm, when just two days ago he was ignoring you as if you were the pledge. He let your hand go, once you were in front of his car, you got in and out the seatbelt on, while he was doing the same. He started the car in silence, while you played with your hands and looked over the mountain, although you could not see anything because everything was already dark and the only light there was the lights of the car and the dim light of the moon.
“You can turn the radio on…” He whispered.
“It’s okay, I don’t feel like listening to music today.” You whispered in the same way, he nodded and didn’t talk more for the rest of the trip.
When he parked on the side of the road, right in front of your house, unbuckled your seatbelt and you wet your lips, they had been completely dry from the cold and you knew that your nervousness would make you bite them and probably bleed. You looked at Law, who still had his belt on and his eyes were on the front.
“Law…” He then looked at you, those damn golden eyes were looking at you once again. “Again, thank you for stepping in. I don’t know…. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t appear at that moment.”
Law shook his head. “From now on, wait for me at the restaurant once your shift is over.” He talked with a serious tone. “I will take you home and if I can’t, Corazon will do it.” You were about to protest, to tell him that it was not necessary, that today had only been a mishap but he spoke again. “Don’t. I’m not asking you to let me take you home, I’m doing it regardless of your protests.” You closed your mouth and rolled your eyes.
“Okay…” You said defeated.
You got out of the car and Law did too, he walked you to the door of your house.
“Good night, Law.”
“Good night, y/n.”
He turned, hands in pockets, and walked to the car. He got on it and went to his house, which was just a few meters from yours. You went into the house and threw yourself on the sofa, huffing and puffing. You hadn’t been here for more than four days and everything has been a rollercoaster, it felt like this place was making you go through some type of challenge to see if you were capable of staying in that place. You got up from the couch and went to sleep.
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The next morning you returned to the same routine as the day before. Bepo ran next to you again, this time you ran longer, you needed to keep going more, more and more. You watched the ocean, you wanted to sit there all day long, stroking Bepo while you watched the waves crash and the clouds move across the sky. But you had responsibilities and you couldn't let go. You returned home with Bepo and said goodbye to him. That morning you didn't see Law, nor Corazon. You arrived at the restaurant at the same time as the day before, and just like the day before, the customers arrived, familiar faces, new faces. Everything was the same, many would think it was monotonous, boring, but you liked it like that.
Closing time arrived and as I had told you the night before, Law was out there waiting for you to take you home. You said goodbye to everyone and left the restaurant, hurriedly to where Law was leaning.
“Law!” You jumped in front of him, smiling.
“Hey.”
“How was your day today?” Both of you started to walk side by side.
“It was good… That guy didn’t appear again right?” He turned his head to look at you.
“No he didn’t, you scared him away.”
He nodded and turned his gaze to the front. You started to talk about your day at work, your ran with Bepo that morning, how you reached a longer distance and how Bepo wasn’t even tired when you lay down on the sand. When you got in the car, you asked Law to turn on the radio and he agreed. You put on the first music channel that appeared and started singing the songs that were playing. From time to time you felt Law's gaze on you but when you turned to look, he had his gaze on the road. You got home and you both got out of the car, you walked to the door.
“Well… thank you for taking me home again.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Tomorrow you don’t have to take me home.” You said pulling the keys out. “Sanji told me, one of his friends will be taking us in his van, so they will drive me back home.”
“I will go…” You turned and looked at him.
“What? You will go… where?”
“On the trip.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I asked for a free day.” He shrugged.
You opened your eyes and smiled. “Really?” He nodded. “Oh my god! That’s amazing Law.” You screamed and jumped. “Why the sudden change?”
“I just wanted.”
You hummed. “It makes me so happy.”
“I will see you tomorrow. Good night y/n.”
“Yes! Good night Law!” You waved at him once he was in his car.
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Next chapter we will have our favorite group together, alongside law and y/n 🫶
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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 6
Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher.
A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life.
Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake!
Part 5 - Cillian Murphy Masterlist - Part 7
Unlike most people, you liked Mondays. To you, it meant the beginning of a new week, a reset. But this Monday was different and so far, you hated every second of it.
After your kiss with Cillian last Friday, you decided not to go further that night so he drove you to your flat. Once there, you said goodbye with a bunch of tiny kisses and the promise to talk later but it never happened.
You had spent the weekend staring at your phone, waiting for a reply to the text you had sent him. It just said “Good morning!” and a flushed emoji but he never answered. So, considering his lack of response, you sent him an email with your project progress, to which he didn’t reply either.
And now, you had been sitting in the classroom for forty minutes while listening to him talk about Margaret of Austria’s portrait collection. Forty minutes in which he didn’t look at your direction at all, as if you were invisible.
You continued taking notes until the end of the lecture, breaking the paper sheet a couple times due to the pressure with which you were writing. When the other students had left the classroom, you walked to his desk to confront him.
“Good morning, Cillian.”
He didn’t take his eyes off the papers and books scattered around his desk when he answered you.
“Mr. Murphy is the proper way to address me, miss Y/L/N. Can I help you with something?”
You looked at him in disbelief.
“Well, I texted you and you never said anything back, I was worried,” you admitted. He just shrugged dismissively.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Do you need anything else?”
“Yes, Mr. Murphy,” you said bitterly, “I also sent you a few new pages of the project so you could review them and give me some feedback.”
Cillian sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“I looked over it, it’s okay but be careful with the paragraphs and the structure. If you need something else, my tutoring sessions are Tuesdays at 11 a.m. and Thursdays at 18 p.m., you can find me at my office.” He looked at you briefly, before saying “Have a nice day, miss Y/L/N.”
You didn't know how to react to his sudden coldness so you frowned and left the classroom with the ghost of tears stinging your eyes.
The rest of the week went by the same way, with Cillian ignoring you and only addressing you to make a comment about your project. As far as you were concerned, you had no idea what could have caused that change in his attitude but it made you feel quite miserable, just to think of what could have been and wasn’t.
After a long morning of lectures you were finally free to go and have lunch. You and Olivia had met to eat at a Japanese restaurant near the university. Once seated at your table, you noticed that she was quieter than usual.
“So, how is everything going for you?” you asked. “Are you still seeing that guy, the artist?”
She frowned and shook her head. “No way. At least not after he painted my pussy on a 120 x 160 canvas and displayed it for everyone to see.”
“Well, I can tell you something, it was sold” you comforted her. “By the way, I thought you knew which part of you he was painting.”
Olivia groaned and hid her face in her arms.
“He never told me, said it was a surprise. His favourite part of me, you know” she added, rolling her big eyes. “But let’s talk about something else, what about you? You look sad.”
You shrugged. “It’s nothing, I’m a bit overwhelmed with my final project but…” You stopped talking when you saw a group of people sit a couple of tables away.
They were teachers, you realised since some of them had taught you in recent years, plus Cillian was among them. He also noticed your presence, you caught him looking at you but he immediately looked away. Olivia looked at you with half closed eyes and then she turned around to look at the teacher’s table. You grabbed her arm to make her stop.
“Don’t do that!”
“Why not?” she asked suspiciously while you tried to hide the fact that you were starting to blush.
“That’s my final project tutor” you whispered. “Don’t look!”
Olivia made a face of annoyance at you. “If I can’t look, how am I supposed to know which one is your tutor? I’ll just take a little look, they won’t notice, I promise Y/N”, she assured.
You nodded slightly, accepting the fact that they would notice anyway. “Okay. It’s the guy with blue eyes.”
After a failed, as expected, attempt to be subtle, Olivia focused again on you leaning on the table so that nobody else but you could hear her. “He’s handsome but he looks like he’s sucking on a lemon.”
You couldn't help but burst out laughing, narrowly avoiding choking on your soda.
“Olivia!”
She giggled with you, satisfied with herself.
“At least I made you smile.”
The rest of the meal was uneventful, just you and Olivia catching up. It had been a long time since you had such a good time with your friend like this but sadly, it had to end. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get on time to work. Olivia led the way to the door, taking the opportunity to look closely at Cillian as she passed their table. You followed her, nodding in his direction as you walked past him.
“Y/N”
You turned around slowly. Cillian was about to get up from the table, some of the teachers looked at you with curiosity and others with recognition. You smiled at them politely.
“What is it, Mr. Murphy?”
“I need to talk to you”, he said. You wanted to slap him in the face, right on his stupidly perfect cheekbones. You felt your blood boiling with his audacity after ignoring you for a whole week
“I’m sure it can wait until Monday, or you can send me an email. It’s very simple but I guess it’s up to you. Goodbye Mr. Murphy, have a nice weekend everyone.”
Later, you were sitting at the art gallery office with your final project opened on your laptop. On calm days like that, you used to take the opportunity and study. Maureen and Laura didn’t care about it.
A knock on the door made you take your eyes away from the laptop screen. There was Maureen, with her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun while holding a plastic bag.
“Good afternoon, Y/N. How are you?”
“I’m fine, everything is quiet here. I was trying to write some more of my research but I think I’ll give up for today. What about you?”
She took a seat next to you and started searching for something in the bag while talking.
“Don't get saturated, sometimes it is better to let a few days pass and return to the project with more energy and inspiration.”
You nodded in agreement. Then, Maureen took out a small photo album and started flipping through all the pages.
“We want to make a video for the wedding with photos of us from when we were children and teenagers, you know, until we met. So yesterday I spent all day going through photo albums and came across this, I thought you might like to see it.”
She held a polaroid in front of you. Carefully, you took it and examined it in detail. In a handwriting that you recognised as Maureen’s, it said Summer ‘99. It wasn’t difficult to tell who they were since they looked the same, but younger.
“It’s you and Cillian” you stated.
“We took that picture the summer after we graduated from university, we were about your age there.”
“So, you and him know each other really well or just as former classmates?” you wondered, still looking at the polaroid. She sighed.
“We are very close, even though he likes to disappear from time to time.” She took out another picture and gave it to you, putting the other one back in the album. “You can keep that one, since you see Cill more than I do, you should have a chance to give it to him. It could bring back good memories, right?”
You stared at the polaroid and nodded absentminded. From the corner of your eyes you saw Maureen get up after hearing Laura call her from the gallery, she gave you a little squeeze in the shoulder before disappearing.
In the photograph was a young Cillian smiling from ear to ear, with messy hair and a sunburnt face, which surely would explain the amount of freckles he had now. Also, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners was still the same, although more accentuated with the years.
Despite all that had happened, you couldn’t help but feel a certain nostalgia.
A sound coming from your laptop made you look, there was a new message from Cillian. He wanted to meet you in his office on Monday afternoon. Your answer was concise, just to let him know that you would be there.
Only then you were aware of the knot that had formed in your stomach. You were hoping for things to develop smoothly and go back to normal, as they were before that week. But just like it happened with your roommate Brad, deep inside you had the suspicion that what Cillian had to say wasn't good news.
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hi!! i have a request for florence :)
could you please do one where reader comes back from work (she’s a model) and shes exhausted so florence takes care of her; prepares her a bath, makes her dinner and gives her the best massage ever. then when theyre laying in bed they have a conversation about the future and how they’d like more than 1 child
sorry if its a bit long & specific🫶🏼
── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀
paring: florence pugh x fem!reader
tag(s): fluff, sfw, short blurb, established relationship, kissing, cuddling
warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, mentions of sex (but not really), want to have kids (?)
word count: 1,315
note: thank you for requesting this, Anon <3. I really hope you like it. Fun fact: I actually had to search what models do on their working days, so that was interesting. Sorry if it's not accurate tho, I tried my best. Also, I thought it will be funny to use a quote from Flo (lol). I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy <3
requests are open! <3
You were exhausted, to say the least.
You woke up at 5 A.M., hit the gym, had a cold quick shower afterwards, had breakfast and went to work. You loved your job, not everyone gets to say that they were on the cover for Vogue, Vanity fair and many other magazines. But you deeded a day off and, luckily, that was tomorrow. Still, you had to get through the rest of the day. You had a Gucci fitting, needed to go through a contract with your agent, had to try some hairstyles for your next photoshoot, and, lastly, you had an audition for Valentino. You didn't know how you made it out alive. But you did.
Finally, by 9.50 P.M, you called Florence telling her you were on your way home. You tried to hide your exhaustion from her, but you couldn't since you were already extremely tired. Plus, Florence could see right through you, even if it was through a phone call. She knew you’d had a busy week, so she was going to do her very best to make you forget about how stressful it was.
“Baby, I’m home.” You announced once you opened the door to your home. “Oh, hi, you big baby. How was your day?” You said to Billie, since she was greeting you at the door.
“I’m in the kitchen, love.”
“Mmm, it smells really good. What is it?” You asked her while on your way to the kitchen. Once you got there, you hugged her from behind. You breathed in her scent and just that soothed a little bit of your stress away.
“It’s your favorite. I noticed you were tired over the phone, so I wanted to do a little something for you. I also run you a bath, so while this cooks, you go there and have a minute for yourself and wash away all the stress you’ve been carrying this week, baby.” You smiled at her. You loved that with only hearing your voice for a few seconds she could tell exactly how you were feeling.
“You are absolutely the best girlfriend ever.” You kissed her cheek. “Before I go, do you want me to do anything–?”
“Just go now, before the water gets cold, love. I’ve got this.” She winked at you.
You made your way to the bathroom, there were a few candles lighted up and there was also a glass of wine. Florence was truly the best girlfriend ever. You did as she said, and enjoyed your bath, which you didn't realize how much you needed. You washed all the stress away, as she said, and immediately felt renewed with energy. After what felt like hours, when in reality was just half an hour, Florence let you know that dinner was ready. You got out of the bath, put on some comfy clothes and met her in the dining room.
You noticed that she put on her playlist, the relaxing music soothing you even more. There were a few more candles lit up, there was more wine, and, as she said, she prepared your favorite dish. God, you loved this woman. You smiled at her. There were no words to describe how much you appreciated this. How much you loved her for knowing how to make you feel better.
You both had dinner, Florence filling you in about her upcoming projects. She could tell that you didn’t want to talk about your work, she knew about everything you had to deal with this week, and she just wanted for you to forget about everything for a few seconds. You silently thanked her for even noticing that. She told you how excited she was for her upcoming film ‘A good person’, in which she had the opportunity to write her own music for the movie, and was extremely excited to see how everyone would react. You didn’t personally hear her singing the songs she wrote for the movie, but from time to time, you would hear her singing around the house, and you knew that her fans were going to love her voice as much as you did.
After dinner, you both put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She tried to stop you from doing it, but you wanted to do some simple chores that didn't have anything to do with modeling.
Afterwards you guys decided to watch a movie in your shared bedroom. You both decided to watch ‘Just Go With It’, since it was one of your favorite movies. As soon as you both lied in bed, the movie already playing, Florence asked you if you wanted a back massage.
“I don’t know, baby. You’ve done more than enough for me today, I don’t want you to–.” Florence cut you off with a scoff.
“That’s nonsense, love. Come on, I’ll give you the best massage ever.” A smile formed on your lips, what did you ever do to deserve her?
You lied on your stomach, giving her full access to your back, your head facing the tv so you could actually watch the movie.
Florence's hands felt like heaven. She wasn’t too rough, nor too gentle. She was just amazing. She successfully de-stressed your mind and your body. From time to time, she would put pressure on a specific spot which caused soft moans to escape from your mouth, which made her chuckle. Still, you tried your best to pay attention to the movie.
Halfway through it, a thought came to your mind. Actually, you’ve been thinking about it for a while, but you were waiting for the right time to talk about it with Florence. It was something you two had never talked before, so you were a bit nervous about what her answer would be.
“How do you feel about kids?.” You felt Florence’s hands stopped, but a second later they were moving around your back again.
“Well, I don’t hate them. I think they can be cute.” You laughed at that.
“Flo, I’m being serious.” You turned your head to look at her.
She saw your dead serious face and got down from your back, so you two could sit to talk about it.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, haven’t you thought about having kids?” You were now scared, your eyes got watery. Did she not want to form a family with you?
“Oh no, don’t cry, baby. Of course, I have. I just thought you weren’t ready to talk about it.”
“Oh, thank god. You scared me for a second.” You sighed with relief.
“I would love to see a mini you running through the house. Or maybe a mini boy you.” She reassured you, smiling at you.
“Oh, please. You are the one with the good genes. I want one with your cute little nose.” Her raspy laugh filled your ears.
“Well, in that case, we can have a mini you and a mini me. What do you think?”
“Umm, yeah, two is a good number. But what about a mini boy you?”
“Mmm, okay, yeah we can do that, if we also have a mini boy you.” She cuddled you, the movie long forgotten. You laughed, your breath tingling the sensitive skin in her neck. “I’ll have your babies, Y/n. As many as you want.”
“Yeah?” You were trying to contain your smile but it was impossible.
“Hell, yeah. You know, biologically speaking, we can’t make a baby. But I would love to try anyway.” She trailed off, her fingertips tracing small circles on your thighs.
“Yeah, I think we should try. Just in case.” You got on top of her and kissed her lips, her jaw, and her neck. You moved your lips towards her chest, a soft whimper escaped from her lips. Yes, you were tired, but you will always have enough energy for moments like this.
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GORGEOUS — MICK SCHUMACHER
summary: Inez think that Mick was too gorgeous to be real and every time she looked at him she felt like was going to die. Mick wondered why she always ignored him.
pairing: Mick Schumacher x Inez (reporter!reader)
words: 4K
warning: Some swear words, a lot of angst. Also, English is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator hehe.
notes: The lyrics of the song are in italics, and these are not in the same order of the song, so i put excerpts that may have some connection with the situations that I am narrating.
MASTERLIST TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS SERIES
Inez Santana is a journalist by profession, who started out uploading videos to tiktok about motorsports and making podcasts about it. Thanks to the success that she had on this podcast, she was given the opportunity to start working for Formula 2 years ago. Despite not having been around for as long as some of her colleagues, she is well liked by the people in the teams and the paddock in general, even by the fans.
She formed a strong friendship with Esteban Ocon when she signed a short contract for a few months to do some communications work for the Alpine team. When that contract ended, they continued to hang out constantly, even spending a few vacations together.
She is known for her sweetness and kindness with everyone, for how she talks to people and puts all her attention on them as if they were the only thing that mattered, she made them feel loved. Of course, this happened with everyone except the 23-year-old German driver, Mick Schumacher.
It's not because she hates him. Quite the contrary. She thinks he is too gorgeous and his presence makes her so nervous that she prefers to ignore him. Every time she can get away from being in the same room with him, she does. Of course, she can't escape her obligations at work and the interviews that she sometimes has to do with Mick after a career.
Inez, Esteban and Lance were walking through the paddock one morning as they greeted everyone along the way. They were laughing at something the French one said, and by mistake, the girl dropped her coffee cup on the floor right in front of the Haas team space, which luckily was not full.
They laughed even louder, which caught Mick's attention, who came out to see what was going on.
—Damn Esteban, look what you made me do.—She joked, still laughing as she stood looking at the mess she made.
—Hey, don't blame me.
—Hey guys, what happened here?— Mick approached them with an amused smile on his lips. They greeted each other with the typical fist salute that men give each other.
Her smile automatically disappeared when she heard his voice. Posture uncomfortably straight, lips set in a line, she looked everywhere but at him, except at his ocean blue eyes. If she looked at them, she felt that it would be the end of him.
—Just Inez being Inez.— Lance says humorously, putting his arm around her shoulders.
—Are you okay?— Mick asks. She looks at the floor, looks at Esteban and then looks over Mick's shoulder at something, continuing his work of avoiding his eyes.
—Yes.— She simply says.
—If you want I can bring you a new coffee.—The blond tells her as he points to Hass's space.— You know, free coffee.
—No thanks, I have to go.
“You're so gorgeous. I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You're gorgeous”.
Have you read those cliché stories where the main character gets locked with her love interest in an elevator for a period of time, they kiss, then someone pulls them out of the elevator and they walk out completely in love? That was what happened to Inez, except for the kissing part of it, of course.
The cars that take the communications people from the hotel to the paddock left at 7:30 a.m. It was 5 minutes before the time limit and Inez was on the 20th floor waiting for the elevator which was taking too long.
—Come on, please, quickly.— she whispered anxiously as she saw that the elevator was finally approaching her floor.
When the gates opened, Inez couldn't believe how much bad luck she had (or good luck?). Mick was inside in his blue Haas team uniform, who also hadn't noticed the girl's presence since he was too busy texting.
She quickly entered and went to press the button for the first floor, but seeing that it was already selected, she left her hand in the air.
Inez looked at the boy out of the corner of her eye, still typing on his phone with a visibly frown. Inez wanted to say hello, but nothing came out of her mouth. So she just looked at a fixed point of the elevator as she held her breath hoping to arrive at her destination soon.
She suddenly felt the lights on the buttons start to flicker and she approached it curiously. Then, the main light that illuminates there began to blink. She turned around, facing Mick on the opposite side of the elevator, but he still didn't notice anything.
Silence.
—Mick?— A whisper of hers barely left her. The blond raised his head automatically and looked at her with those ocean blue eyes just a millisecond before the place went completely dark.
Neither of them said anything, analyzing the situation.
—Inez?
—I'm here, Mick.— She answered fearfully as she hugged herself.
The next thing that happened was the elevator made a loud noise that caused Inez to gasp in surprise. She suddenly felt a pair of icy hands touch her face in delicate touches, to which she cringed.
—Here you are.—Now he was touching her shoulders as if looking for something specific, then went down her arms slowly until he reached her hands. His touches were so delicate, as if she was going to break. He gave her chills.
—Hey, are you okay?—She gave a little startled cry at his touch and her closeness, a sound that Mick took as a sort of nod to his question. His hands felt so soft and perfect on her.
“And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room."
—Let me call someone on the team.— So he unlocked his phone and the light from it lit up his face.
—Don't be scared, I can feel your heart beating so fast. Try to calm down, we'll be fine.—Now he had pulled his hands away from her and stood beside her, feeling his left side against her right side.
—It can't be, I don't have a signal.
—What?—She exclaimed, turning in his direction.
—I was joking, sorry. I've always seen that happen in the movies.— He laughed a little as he dialed a number.
Inez started to reply but before she could think of anything to say to him, Mick spoke again.
—Kevin? Hi, you're not going to believe this but I'm stuck in the hotel elevator.
She stirred in her place and suddenly remembered the car that was supposed to take her. She took her phone and looked at the time. It marked 7:45. The car had already left without her.
—No, I'm not alone, I'm with Inez. Yes, Esteban's best friend.— She felt Mick say the last thing with a different tone that caught her attention.— Uh-huh, yes. OK thank you. See you mate.
Inez sends a message to her boss explaining the situation and saying that she will unfortunately be late, hoping that he will believe that she got stuck in the elevator, although it sounds a bit false.
Maybe Esteban hasn't left yet and she can go with him to the paddock in his car, so to make sure, she texted him too to ask if he's already gone.
—Hey, don't worry, it won't take long for them to come for us.— Mick told her softly when he saw the girl's worried face.
—It's not that.— She locks her phone so the place is bathed in darkness again.
—What happen?
—Nothing.— As soon as her word left her mouth, and in an unkind tone, she regretted it.
Silence again.
The closeness of his to her sides disappeared as he moved away from her.
—Why do you hate me?
Inez's heart sank. He thought she hated him? Silence again. She didn't know what to say.
—Mick, I don't hate you.
—Then why are you always like this with me?
—What do you mean?
—Whenever I'm getting close, you run away. Plus you never look me in the eye. You're always ignoring me and...
Suddenly a voice from the elevator speaker startled them both.
—Guys, we're about to get you out. The elevator will make a small jerky movement. Don't be scared, it's part of the process.
Only a couple of minutes later, in which neither of them had said anything else, the elevator doors were being forced open and two big men could be seen through the small space on the other side. Behind them, some familiar faces of some people from the teams, including Lance and Esteban, who were laughing.
—You first.— Mick told her. So Inez quickly made her way out of the small space with help from the men. Then Mick came out.
—I can't believe you got locked in an elevator.— Lance was still laughing at the situation.
—How long were you in there?
—Like 30 minutes.— Mick replied.
—30 minutes?! And what did you do during all that time?
—Nothing dude. I have to go, see you.— Mick smiled at the three without showing his teeth and left.
—Inez?— Esteban spoke to the girl after seeing her in a kind of trance.— Are you okay?
—Yes, I'm perfect. Why?
—You're red as a tomato, are you sure nothing happened in there? You know you can trust us, come on.
—I swear to you. Now come on please, my boss is going to kill me.
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On a Saturday after a race, Inez is preparing for the press round with the drivers. She had already interviewed Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris and now she was with Esteban.
—And moving on to the next race, what do you think about Hungary?
—Yeah, I can't wait. Great memories of course from last year. So hopefully we can fight in full force.— He simply answered.
—That's all Esteban, thanks. See you.— They finally say good-bye, but as the French boy was walking away, he whispered something to Inez that didn't help her for what lay ahead of her.
—Mick is next.— Followed by a wink.
Just hearing his name made her stomach turn. She then saw him slip from the previous reporter until they were face to face. He gave her a toothless smile and her blue eyes met his.
"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die."
She was silent for a few seconds until she reacted when noticed the expectation on the face of Mick and his communications assistant.
—M-mick, we saw that the race had some problems, sorry about that. Because in some way, you were unfortunately a victim of the crash between Lance Stroll and Fernando Alonso. How much was your race compromise by accident damage?
“Did I say everything too quickly? Why is he looking at me like that? Do I have something in my teeth? After the rain of thoughts that attacked her, she felt the blood begin to pool on her cheeks, and felt the temperature rise even more when she watched as Mick lapped her lips with his tongue.
—Yeah, there was quite a bit of unfortunate damage that affected some specific areas of the car.— As he began to speak, he leaned slowly between the grid that separated them and Inez tried to appear as if that movement didn't affect her. As if having him so close to her didn't make her heart burst.— Obviously it was something that got out of hand but I think that, looking on the positive side, at least we were in a good position to give the team points.
—And speaking of the performance of the vehicles, what do you think are their strengths and weaknesses and do you think they will be able to continue on a good path with this one?
—Yeah, I mean I don't see any reason why it shouldn't. I think our car. And we are aware that there is a constant battle with teams like Alpha Tauri, Aston Martin and Alfa Romeo. So all we care about is finishing the races and collecting as many points as possible in the coming weekends after the holidays.— He finishes with a smile.
—Thanks for your time Mick, rest and have a nice vacation.
—Thanks Inez, see you around. Goodbye.— Giving her one last look and a characteristic German smile, he walked off in the direction of the next reporter.
Inez. Inez. Inez. Inez. Inez. Inez. Why did his name sound so nice when it came from his lips?
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That same night someone organized a party because after this race there would be a short vacation before returning to the tracks. It would be a lie to say that Inez hated parties, because she didn't. But she really wasn't a big fan of crowds, so this was what always discouraged her from going. Both Esteban and Lance tried to convince her to go but they couldn't.
She preferred to stay in her hotel room watching some romantic comedy movie on netflix. She changed into comfortable clothes, made herself some hot tea, and lay back in the comfort of her bed.
Before the movie started, she took a picture for her Instagram stories and then put her phone aside and played the movie. The sound of the notifications caught her attention so checking the phone she saw responses from some fans, from Lance, from some people she knew from the paddock, but what mattered most to her was Mick.
“Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, alone. Unless you wanna come along."
@mickschumacher won't you come to the party?
@inez.santana nope :(
Immediately the three dots appeared in the chat indicating that Mick was typing, only to disappear later. She then blocks her phone but was left waiting for her reply message. The ring rings again, she picks up the phone, but it wasn't Mick.
@landonorris GURLLLLL are you really going to lay down and not come to the party?
@inez.santada BOYYYY, yes
@landonorris sent an audio note “Come on Inez, how dare you miss out on the best party of your life? DJ Lando will liven up the place. I'm still at the hotel, so I'm not going to let you stay here alone with yourself. Tell me your room number and I'll pick you up in 20 minutes, see you muac”
Inez was left thinking. Maybe she should just give him on seen and he´d never find her room, but he probably ask Esteban and Lando would come banging on her door until she came out.
@inez.santana 621 floor 10.
She quickly got up from her bed leaving her computer on the desk along with her tea. “I'll come back for you” she thought looking at her drink. Then, in record time, she dressed in white cloth pants, a bright green top and boots. "Yes, this will be fine."
A little makeup, a little shadow on her eyes, mascara and matte lipstick on her lips. She grabbed a purse and had minutes to spare before Lando showed up at her door.
—I thought you wouldn't come out.— He said when Inez opened the door for him.
—I thought about ignoring you, but then I figured that one way or another you would know my room number and you would be knocking on my door desperately all night, so…
—You guessed right.— Lando laughed as they both got into the elevator. On the way to the party they were both talking about random things and laughing. When they arrived, Lando opened the door to hus car and helped her out. Then they came in laughing with their arms crossed.
—Lando, there you are! Get up here.— Someone yelled at him. Lando looked at Inez and she nodded so he knew she was going to be okay.
—Go, I'll look for Esteban.
So he gave her a little hug and walked away. Inez's mind said that she would search for her best friend Esteban in the crowd, but her heart began to search for Mick. She can't find him, and in fact for some reason she can't find any familiar faces. So she just walks over to the bar, orders a drink and sits there.
From Inez to Estie bestie: Heyyyy! Guess what, Lando brought me to the fucking party. Where the fuck are you? I can not find you :(
Then she put away her phone again, took a drink as she continued to scan the room. Until she saw him and her heart stopped like it always did when she saw him. But this time it was different, now he is with a girl. They are both sitting across the room talking. Mick said something to the girl while he pointed to the crowd, seconds later Esteban appeared on the shot and sat next to the unknown woman, leaving her in the middle of it.
“If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts (Honey, it hurts)”.
Inez wanted to go, but she couldn't, she didn't want to, not with Mick and that girl there. But then Esteban checked his phone and automatically started looking for his best friend in the crowd. Until he saw her and began to beckon her to see him. She pretended she didn't see him, so the French one got up and went to look for her.
—Inez! I've been waving to you for a while. Come on, we're over there with Mick and Emma.
Inez wanted to ask her who Emma was and why she was with Mick, but she kept quiet.
—I'll be there in a moment, I'm fine here.
—Something wrong? I'm staying here with you, no problem sweetheart.
—No, please go. I'm going in a minute.
Esteban looked at her doubtfully, then she gave him a smile and pushed his shoulder in a friendly way to unconcern him.
—Okay, we'll wait for you there.— She took one last glance in the blonde's direction only to meet his gaze already on her. He smiled at her and waved, but she ignored him, took the last of her drink, got up and went out to the terrace of the place.
From Mick's perspective, he felt his heart break more and more at the attitudes she held about him. He constantly questioned his own actions, wondering if he had ever done something wrong that upset her.
—Where are you going bro?— Esteban asked Mick when he saw him get up.
—I'm going to get some air, I'll be right back.— Mick was adamant about her goal, clear things up and for her to tell him why she hates him.
—Hello.— Inez jumped in shock. She didn't need to turn around to know who he was because she recognized that voice anywhere.— I thought you told me you weren't coming.
—I know, I didn't come of my own free will. Lando made me.
—Oh.
Finally she dared to turn to look at him and gave him a small smile.
—Can I sit with you?
—Sure.— She replied immediately.
They didn't speak for what seemed like an eternity. Both looking towards the horizon. But both wanting to look at each other.
—I understand if you don't want to talk about this, but that day when we got stuck in the elevator, I felt like the conversation was on hold. Because it is a topic that is very important to me and I need to know the answer, if there really is one…
—Oh, that. Do you want to know why I'm ignoring you?— Suddenly she felt a wave of confidence. Maybe it was the alcohol… or desperation.
—Hmm…— Mick nodded.
It took Inez a while to collect her thoughts to see what she wanted to say to the boy next to her. With so many thoughts in her head she became dizzy and felt like she was going to pass out.
—I ignore you because…because you're so kind and respectful and caring and generous and funny, and you're so damn gorgeous that I can't even look at your face, because look at your face.— She finally blurted out, regretting it the second she was done. That was like the vomit that her heart needed to release.
—What? So…so you don't hate me?
—No fucking hell Mick, I'm in love with you and I'm ignoring you because you make me so nervous.
Silence.
Only the music from the party and Inez's heart breaking into a thousand pieces could be heard.
—Look at me.
—Mick…
—Please look at me.
Inez knew what was coming now. Mick was so nice that he would probably give her some compliments like how she's beautiful and smart but he didn't reciprocate that feeling. He would ask her to start being friends, probably.
Already emotionally prepared, she turned to see him, trying to hide her nervousness and the tears that asked to come out of her eyes. She tried, but she couldn't hold his blue gaze for more than 2 seconds, turning to her own hands as she played with them.
Mick raised her head taking her chin gently so that she looked into his eyes again.
—What would happen if I told you that I'm in love with you?
—What are you talking about?
—I said what I said, what would happen?
—I wouldn't believe you.
—But it's true.
Inez hadn't realized the closeness between them and her breath caught in her throat.
—Mick…— She said barely.
—Can I kiss you?— He whispered inches from her lips, still with his hand on her chin.
"Ok, I'm going to pass out right now." she thought.
She licks her lips and looks into his eyes, and swore it were even more beautiful up close. As if his eyes could illuminate the dark place they were in at the moment.
—Do you want to kiss me?— She asks, still not believing what was happening to her.
—Yes, do you want to?— Now he had shifted his hand from her chin to her jaw.
—I do.— That was all it took for Mick to close the space between them.
At first it was just a chaste kiss on her lips, to test the waters. Seeking to affirm something, she put her hands on his chest and squeezed his shirt as if wanting to bring him closer to her.
It was then that he lowered her hands to her waist and found hers again on his lips in a relaxed movement, full of love that they had hidden for far too long.
She could easily have melted in Mick's arms and she was glad they were sitting because her now-jelly legs would probably have betrayed her. With her arms also made of jelly, she reached for Mick's neck and her hands buried themselves in his blond hair pulling him closer to her, as if that were possible.
Leaving his left hand on her waist, Mick ran his right hand up her arm as well, leaving a trail of fire all the way to her head to smooth out some strands that were bothering the kiss, and then continued. stroking his head lovingly.
When they felt that it was too much, both separated from the kiss, still with their hands on the other.
Inez didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to wake up from this perfect dream she was in. She thought that she had actually ignored Lando and stayed in his hotel room, had fallen asleep and now she was having a wonderful dream with Mick.
But finally she relented and met the ocean blue eyes that always took her breath away. It hadn't been a dream, Mick had really kissed her.
—In case it wasn't clear to you, I'm in love with you too.
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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 8
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When Mila wakes up, it takes her a moment to realize that she isn’t on her room, that she’s on Rúben's. That what happened last night, what they did... It was all real.
"Fuck" she says after making sure she is alone in the room, burying her face on the pillow. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Why did they do this? Why did they allow it? Why didn't she stop him?
"Because you didn't want him to stop" a voice says in her head.
"No" she says aloud, sitting on the bed. "This is a mistake. A huge mistake."
And that probably is the reason why Rúben is gone. He can't face her anymore and has run away, trying to avoid her for as long as he can. Because by not stopping him last night, she’s ruined their friendship.
"But he didn't want you to stop him. He wanted it" that voice says again.
"No!" Mila says again, getting out of bed and looking for some clothes to wear and finding nothing. When she made it to his room, she wasn't wearing any, so one of his t-shirts will have to do.
As she moves towards his closet, Mila sees something familiar on a chair. Her clothes. The ones she usually wears around the house. Did he leave them there for her?
"Aww, isn't that cute?" that voice says again.
"Shut up" she says aloud, picking up the clothes and leaving for the bathroom.
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"Hello, you."
"Holy shit, Rúben!" Mila says, letting the shower's head fall, making a horrible noise. "What are you doing here?"
"Checking on you."
"Inside the shower? And naked?" she asks, not daring to look below his bellybutton.
"I couldn't come in wearing my clothes, they would get ruined" he shrugs.
"You could have waited outside until I was finished."
"But I was worried about you. I heard you talking to yourself and then slamming the door. I thought something may have happened."
“Yes, that I'm going crazy” Mila says to herself.
"I'm fine, I just woke up grumpy."
"Were you missing me? I was making breakfast" Rúben smiles.
"It had nothing to do with you. You know that I get grumpy when I'm tired."
"It may have had to do with me, tho. What time was it when we finally stopped?" he smirks.
"Around 4 a.m.? Maybe it was almost 5" the voice in her head says.
"I have no idea. Now if you'll excuse me" she says, turning her back at him and trying to hide that her cheeks must be as red as her United shirt.
"I can help you shower, wash your hair..." he says, taking a step closer.
"I don't need help, thank you."
"Are you sure?" he says, picking the shower's head from the floor and putting it back in place, his body very close to hers. Very, close.
"Very sure" Mila gulps.
"Really sure?" he asks, kissing her shoulder.
"Rúben..."
"What?" he says, moving to kiss her neck, his hands on her hips.
"We can't do this."
"We've already done it" he says, one of his hands slowly moving down.
"We can't do it again" she says, her body tensing under his touch, his kisses.
"Why not?"
"Because... Because it will ruin it all" Mila says, taking both his hands on hers and making him stop. "Us. Our friendship."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do" she says, turning around to look at Rúben. But turns out to be a huge mistake, because he is looking at her in a way that he had never before. Like he was about to devour her. Destroy her. Ruin her like people write on this Instagram comments. And she'll probably be asking for more, for him to do it again and again. Which is exactly what happens.
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"It can't happen again. I'm serious, Rúben."
"But why not?"
"Because it will ruin it all! How many times do I have to say it?" Mila says, getting up from the table.
After finally being able to keep their hands from each other, they are eating something that also isn't the other, Mila trying to make Rúben see that what happened last night and this morning, is a mistake.
"I don't think it will ruin it all. We clearly feel something for each other that goes beyond friendship" Rúben says.
"Something like what?"
"I don't know yet. But there is something, and you know it."
"You know it" the voice repeats.
"No. No, no, no."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why are you so stubborn? Did Bruno get into your head or something?"
"He didn't. But maybe he's been right all alone."
"Oh, c'mon" Mila says, rolling her eyes.
"I'm being serious. I think our feelings for each other have changed for some reason, but we've ignored it because, like you say, we are scared of ruining what we already have. But then, as the end of the season came closer and having to kiss became something more and more real, ignoring it has become more difficult, and we’ve made it to a point where it's been impossible to keep lying to ourselves, all that leading to this. Listen, Mila” Rúben says, getting up from his seat and moving to where she is, taking her hands on his. "I know you probably are terrified right now. I know I am. But we could give this a go, see where it takes us. No labels of any kind. Just enjoy the summer together and see what happens."
"And what if what happens is that we ruin it all?" she says, looking at their hands.
"Then we'll find a way to fix it. Together."
"When did you think of all of this? When did you realize that this was what you wanted?"
"This morning while you were sleeping" he chuckles, one of his hands moving to her chin, lifting her face and making her look at him. "Let's give it a chance. We may regret it our whole lives if we don't do it."
"Can I think about it a bit more?" Mila asks.
"Of course you can" he says before kissing her cheek, something he had done many times before, and that she herself had done too. It was normal between them. But this time it felt different. This time, her stomach did funny things when she felt his lips on her skin.
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‘86 Baby
Here is a chapter 1 of my stab at an Eddie Munson x Reader fanfiction. It follows the plot of season four, with a little time prior to the events of the show. I’ve tried to keep this fic as self-insertable as possible without making the reader’s character totally flat. And of course please feel free to use your imagination and switch details in your head if you so please. Happy reading everyone!
(and my apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes, if you see ‘em let me know so I can fix it)
Chapter 1
First day of senior year. Finally.
I woke up bright and early that morning, having barely slept at all the previous night due to all my anxiety. And when I say early, I mean early, like 5:00 a.m. early. I tried to sleep for a little while longer but to no avail. At least till 6:00, please, I thought as I tossed and turned.
The first day of school was always the worst for me. I was always sleep deprived, jittery, and nauseated to the point of dizziness. I wanted today to be different though, so I finally gave up on forcing myself to sleep and started getting ready. I went to the bathroom first and did the skin care routine I usually never had time for before school, in moments like those I just splashed my face and slapped on moisturizer. But not today, no today I would take my time.
Once I had finished up all my bathroom activities, I headed back to my room to put on the outfit I had picked out at least three days ago. I was glad to see it still looked as good as I thought it did when I picked it. In fact, I thought I looked pretty cute.
Maybe waking up so early wasn’t that bad after all, I had so much time to make sure I looked nice.
Once I was done with everything in my morning routine, I stared at myself for a little while, taking in the reflection of a person who looked confident and absolutely unapproachable. I loved it.
I then quickly brushed out my hair, making sure it was nicely tousled. And then I was off down the stairs with my already packed backpack.
“Good God, you’re up early, child,” my dad said with a laugh as he drank his coffee, still in his pajamas with hair looking like that of a baby chick’s.
“You know I can’t sleep,” I chirped as I dug through the fridge for my own “sacrilegious” coffee mix.
“Yeah, yeah I know, but I wish you would.”
“Me too, dad, me too.”
Two cups of heavily sweetened coffee and a single piece of toast later, my little brother was finally up.
I waited impatiently at the door as he scrambled around to grab food. “C’mon dude, you had forever, we have to go!”
“I’m coming, dickwad,” he snapped, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Watch your mouth!” my mother hollered after him as the two of us hurried out the door.
“You know it isn’t smart to hurl insults at the person who takes you to school and back everyday, and also acts like your personal chauffeur while you’re still in the puny permit stage,” I taunted as we got in my car.
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” he muttered as he furiously mused his hair in the mirror.
I laughed and put the car in reverse, heading down the driveway and off to school.
By the time we pulled into a spot, my nerves had once again escalated out of my control. At least there were a few more minutes before we needed to head into the building, I would have a chance to try to calm down.
“So are you excited for-” I started, turning towards my brother as I spoke. The words died on my lips however as I watched him swing up out of the car and run off to meet his friends who were lingering outside. “Oh, wow, yeah I love you too, see you later, have a good day,” I huffed in annoyance.
I decided if he was going in I might as well not just sit in my car alone like a loser, so I grabbed my bag from the back and slid out. As I walked towards the building, I yanked my walkman out of my backpack and put on my headphones, sighing as the familiar first few cords of Holy Diver by Dio began. This was definitely my best mix by far, everything I needed to make my brain buzz too hard for it to worry about anything else. Nothing beats the shit out of your anxiety like Black Sabbath, Mötley Crüe, and Dokken.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not some kind of metalhead snob. I listen to everything. From Madonna to Micheal Jackson to Elton John. It just has to resonate with me, has to scratch the itch.
Anyways.
I could feel the anxiety creeping back into its deep, dark hellhole as my music rattled my brain. It wasn’t even that loud, or so I thought.
“Hey could you turn that shit down or something?” one of the basketball players hollered with a laugh.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, barely hearing what he said, but deciding with resounding confidence to flip him the bird. So I did. I could hear them yelling and jeering at me as I walked away, but I simply didn’t care. They would forget the interaction ever even happened by the end of the day so I wasn’t exactly concerned.
Once I was inside, I pulled my bag around and dug through it to find the printed schedule the school had mailed out to everybody. And once it was in my grasp I was off down the hall to find one Mrs. O’Donnell’s room.
It took me all of about 10 minutes, her room was one of the first in the English wing and after a quick peek into the almost empty room, I decided taking a seat outside by the lockers would be a much better idea.
So I backed myself up against the wall and slid down till I was sat criss-cross, my bag lying right beside me. I sighed and shut my eyes, leaning my head back as Angela by Mötley Crüe raged in my ears. My thoughts were running rampant around my head, apparently my music wasn’t doing its job anymore like it was meant to. I couldn’t stop worrying about all the assignments to come, waking up early everyday, and the homework I knew I was about to be loaded with. Oh, and the fact that this was my last year of high school and I was going to be off at college next fall. At least I had that decided, I could only imagine how much worse it would be if I had no idea where I was going. Future student of Indiana University Bloomington, right here, sitting on my ass in a dusty high school hallway.
“Um, could you move?” a very faint voice came through my music, abruptly interrupting my train of thought.
My brows scrunched as I tried to decide if that was a line I’d never heard in the song before or if someone was talking to me. I opened my eyes just to check and felt my face flush with heat when I realized it was in fact the latter. “Oh- I’m so sorry,” I said, hopping up quickly and getting out of the way, averting my eyes immediately. I had kind of forgotten someone might need to get into the locker behind me. Oops.
“It’s no big deal, just been asking for 20 minutes,” the boy huffed, as he dug through his locker. It sounded like he was smiling.
I pulled my headphones down around my neck, my face reddening again. “I’m really sorry, I was in my own world.”
“I could tell,” he laughed as he closed his locker, having only pulled out a single binder. I had at least that and two notebooks just as a first day precaution.
“Oops?” I said sheepishly, finally looking up at his face. I felt my eyes widen a little as I realized who I was talking to, Eddie Munson. And I could tell by the way that his smile dropped, he noticed too.
“I promise I won’t sacrifice you with my cult for it,” he grumbled, about to walk away.
“No- no I’m sorry, I’m just surprised to see you at school this early,” I assured, regretting it immediately once I realized that in order to have noticed that, I would’ve had to have been paying attention to him before.
He picked up on that too and turned back to me with a shit-eating smirk.
“And why is that?”
“W-well you see- we had art together, first period, last year, and you only ever showed up halfway through if.. if ever,” the more I talked the more I wanted to find a place to go curl up and die.
“Mm, I’m surprised you noticed,” He grinned again and walked past me, our shoulders brushing slightly. “My uncle made me come on time today, said I’d lose car privileges.” And then he ducked into Mrs. O’Donnell’s room.
I practically choked on the air I was inhaling and had to take a second to lean against the locker. After a moment or two my regular oxygen levels had returned, so I took one last deep breath and walked in, headphones on, volume and eyes down.
I hurriedly took a seat at the back, too busy watching the floor to avoid Eddie’s eyes to realize I had sat down right next to him.
“What’re you listening to?”
I practically jumped out of my skin and I could hear him laugh through the guitar playing in my ears. “U-um- Fear of the Dark- Iron Maiden,” I stuttered out, pulling my headphones back down. I really hadn’t been prepared to make any conversation this morning, let alone with the infamous Eddie Munson who should be known for how fucking good he always looked, not his music taste and personal interest in the “satanic” game of D&D.
“You listen to Iron Maiden?” he asked, raising his eyebrows so that they disappeared up into his bangs.
“Eddie, please take a look at me and tell me you really didn’t expect it at least a little,” I said, faking exasperation. Ooh, that was good, that was a good one, look at you go, I thought, internally cheering myself on.
“Nah, sorry, you look way too indie for that shit,” he taunted.
“Oh please, I practically own the genre,” I quipped, pursing my lips to avoid the smile that was trying harder to fight its way to the surface the longer we talked.
“Ahuh sure,” he said, his voice a little lower than before as his eyes flitted down to my lips.
I felt my ears grow red when I noticed where his gaze had gone. I had practically given him the invitation to look but still, this was something I had only ever read about in my collection of romantic fantasy novels. It was flustering.
“What else do you listen to?” he asked, snapping me out of it.
I tried to refocus enough to respond but with the way he had looked at my lips and the wide spread position he was sitting in, it proved quite the challenge. “Um, well there’s some Black Sabbath on here, Dio, Metallica, Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden of course, Dokken, Van Halen, Poison, and Scorpions,” I said, honestly rambling at that point as I counted off my fingers. “But of course this isn’t my only mix, I’ve got one of all the so called cheesy mainstream songs too, and some indie stuff, no country, haven’t found something I like in that genre yet. I’ve got a classical mix too, I usually play that when I write to kill the silence but not mess my head up-” I cut myself off and flushed a deep red when I realized how much I had just over-answered his question, and his cheeky little grin didn’t make me feel any better.
“Well aren’t you somethin,” he muttered, turning his head to face the front as Mrs. O’Donnell began to bring the class to order. I could see him overdoing his little act of paying attention. He completely shifted forward, brought his legs together, and clasped his hands on the desk, waiting for her to begin her lesson plan with a mocking amount of devotion.
But while he was busy pissing off the teacher, I was shriveling up inside having just embarrassed myself so deeply in front of Eddie freakin Munson. I didn’t think I would ever recover from the several blows my ego had taken in the small span of just 20 minutes.
“Alright everyone, this year’s reading schedule is going to start off with the timeless play, Macbeth,” Mrs. O’Donnell announced once she finally had everyone under control.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Eddie swung his feet, still grinning in his evil, cheeky way. I however was not even capable of fake excitement, I had already read Macbeth in an advanced program I had been in before I’d moved to Hawkins in late middle school. Not that it wasn’t an excellent story to analyze, but nobody ever cared enough to look into each theme and line like I did. So, it often just made group work difficult and humiliating, even in an advanced setting.
“We will be reading this act by act, scene by scene over the next few weeks, and at the end you’ll need to write an analytic paper. It may be on a character, a theme, a recurring line or scene, so on and so forth. Any ideas outside of the few I just listed, must be run by me first,” she finished up her spiel. “Now, Munson, come pass these copies out.” Her tone changed, becoming slightly.. malicious? Whatever it was, it was entirely inappropriate for a teacher.
I watched him curiously as he got up and strutted to the front of the room. He swooped up the basket of books like this was all he’d ever wanted to do and began passing them around. And everytime his hand extended down to a desk, I could see the kids pull back and make faces at him. Faces that he returned in kind.
It irritated me. It’s not like he had ever done anything wrong, he just listened to intense music and played a fantasy board game. Sure, he was a little strange and a twice repeating senior but it was a charming kind of strange. And I could tell he wasn’t stupid, he just had things he’d rather think about. And okay yeah, he did sell weed in the woods out back of the school, but these kids had no room to judge seeing as they were the ones giving him business. It just didn’t make sense to me, but I guess there really was no rhyme or reason to it, just prejudice.
“And one last thing, you will be reading in your table pairs, and I expect everyone to be done with the required amount by the next day of class even if that means you take the book home,” Mrs. O’Donnell said once Eddie had finished passing out books. “My apologies for that, Y/l/n.”
The classroom rumbled with soft laughter, even Mrs. O’Donnell smiled at her own bad joke.
I was the only one not laughing. “I don’t mind, Eddie and I will do just fine,” my voice was sharp but my smile innocent.
Her face faltered a little as the laughter turned on her and she took a seat behind her desk. “Don’t speak back to me like that again, Y/l/n, or you will have detention.”
“Yes ma’am.” I said, and then turned my gaze down to my copy of the play, thumbing through it thoughtfully.
“Thanks, for that,” Eddie murmured, leaning over in his seat towards me.
“Anytime, they’re all just asshats anyways, definitely peaking in high school,” I replied, not looking up from the play but inclining my head in his direction.
He laughed softly and returned to leaning back in his chair like he had been before class started.
I smiled to myself and my feet swung a little under the desk. I had a feeling this really wasn’t going to be such a bad arrangement.
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Hello Cherubs 😊. My name is Madame Cupid, but just call me Cupid. Welcome to my second blog.
• To those who don't know, I have a first blog. It's called @yandere-dark-cupid
Rules:
Unlike my first blog, I'm shortening the character limit. 3-5 characters per ask, please. If you have more than that, then I'll ask you if you to pick which characters you want or I'll pick myself.
The maximum request limit is 2 for each person. If you go off that request limit, I'll pick one.
This blog will not tolerate hate of any kind for the LGBTQIA+ community, xenophobia, etc. To be honest, I won't tolerate hate of any kind. If I see it, I won't say anything; I'll just block you.
If you aren't 16+ or older and you're asking for NSFW content; You. Will. Be. Blocked. Know I'll be a little lenient and give you 2 chances and 2 chances only; Once I tell you no on an NSFW ask, I expect you to respect my decision. This also goes for liking, reblogging, and sharing my NSFW content.
I won't tolerate drama either; you will given a warning, and if that doesn't work you'll be blocked.
Please don't harass me about my rules or my content, that'll also get you blocked. Just for me and you, don't make it to the point where I'll have to block you and you no longer being able to reach my content.
• A little reminder, this will be updated.
List of Fandoms that I do:
High rise invasion
The remarried empress
Lore Olympus
Dark deception
Blood of Zeus
Little nightmares ( Mono and Six are going to be written strictly Platonic. )
BATIM ( Bendy and the ink machine )
Food wars
Poppy playtime
Kakegurui
SCP Foundation
Castlevania
Hazbin hotel
Helluva boss
Creepypasta
Fnaf
Black Butler
One piece
Twisted wonderland
Hetalia ( the 2ps as well, and maybe the nyos )
Bnha
Resident evil
PASWG ( panty and stocking with garterbelt )
Undertale
Avatar: the last airbender
What I can do:
Platonic
Headcanons
Scenarios
SFW
NSFW
AUs
Angst
What I can't do:
Oneshots
Character x Character
Match ups
Extra ☕:
I make spelling mistakes and mistakes in general, so bear with me, please 😅.
Ask box will be open on Tuesday and Friday. But on holidays I make exceptions and will open the ask box on said holiday. Opening time: 10:30 A.M. Closing time: 9:45 P.M.
I write for my AUs. Please credit when you potentially use my AUs.
Darling, reader, or S/O ( whatever you prefer ) will be GN ( gender-neutral ) in my writings unless you hint or say otherwise in your request.
I'm in school right now, so there are times I won't update on time. So I apologize in advance.
Feel free to request which fandom you want me to get into so I can put it on the list 😊.
• I will update this blog every 2-3 months-ish. With a new palette and some new fandoms hopefully.
I hope all of you enjoy my content. Until we meet again Cherubs; XOXO, Madame Cupid 💛💙💛💙 ~
#high rise invasion#the remarried empress#fnaf#castlevania#little nightmares#bnha#PASWG#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#resident evil#hetalia#Food wars#scp foundation#kakegurui#creepypasta#lore olympus#one piece#dark deception#poppy playtime#blood of zeus#twisted wonderland#undertale#Avatar: the last airbender
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Nooppeee I don't have the money to go to any professionals about it atm, but I do definitely want to one day.
Also, yeah I miss high school a lot. Junior year I was in band and drama and had a bunch of really good teachers and friends. It was so fun! My... senior year was also the COVID year so it got all messed up. So, I really liked it before then? Elementary was a whole other mess- I was bullied pretty bad so that wasn't very fun.
Do you have any stories that nobody would belive unless they were there to see it? How about any place that makes you really happy/nostalgic? (The woods behind my old childhood home is full of little secrets that make me happy and remind me of my childhood ^-^)
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The RAADS Test is a free online assessment! I highly recommend taking it! My score was 211, and I make like all of my friends take it to compare scores :)
Just last week I was in our auditorium after school to help work on some props for our next show. It was me and 1 other person, and we were on the stage getting ready to leave. Then, we heard what sounded like someone running down the aisle towards the stage. But there was just no one there. All the lights were on, the entire building fully lit, and we were center stage so we could see the entire house. It sounded like someone just full on sprinting from one side of the seats to the other, then up and down the aisles, and just all over the house. And this is a VERY distinct sound. You literally can not mistake it for anything else. There was no one there. No one was in the curtains/backstage, no one was in the house, no one on the catwalk, no one in the pit, and no one was in the entry way. We were the only people in the entire building. While we were looking around and calling out for people the sound never stopped. It moved all over the house and didn't stop until another one of our classmates came in through the side door that led outside. It stopped as soon as they reached the stage. Never experienced anything like that in the 3 years I've been helping in this auditorium before. I'm just assuming it was a ghost cause we don't have another explanation for it, and theaters tend to be haunted ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Our old theater teacher was also a massive asshole who would make kids do crazy stupid things, like carrying a giant 3.5ft by 8ft solid wooden door up an actively falling apart ladder 15 feet in the air. (Yes that actually happened, we were genuinely shocked no one got killed.) And he required we put in a number of after school hours, which would lead to kids being forced to stay past 1 a.m. on school nights or he'd fail them. He once made us all stay til 2 a.m. on a school night to finish a strike because he didn't want to deal with it in the morning, and threatened to fail the kids if they left (we believed him, cause he'd done it before). I would not be surprised if he did kill someone in that auditorium and now it's haunted.
As for nostalgic places? Definitely the roller rink in my town :) Hasn't changed at all since way before I was born, and it's always really fun! And also the museum in my town! I've been volunteering there since I was little and it's kinda like a second home! The soccer fields are also nice to go to every now and then, since I grew up playing there :)
Have you ever had to go to the ER? (I've been twice, at age 3 and age 5. The only thing I really remember is that the beds were super comfortable. Also it's ok if you don't want to answer this one!)
Do you have any crazy stories? Or any stories you want to tell that are even semi interesting? I just love hearing stories 💛💛💛
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Ultimate Film Festival Survival Guide, Pg. 105-107
THE PARTIES
GET INVITED, MAKE AN IMPRESSION, CRASH, AVOID SPILLING SOMETHING
The single most important event at a festival other than your own screening is the party. You may be as talented as Steven Soderbergh when it comes to filmmaking, but your talent is going to be judged by how comfortable you are with idle cocktail chit-chat. Yes, yet another unfortunate entertainment industry reality.
... Here is my version of the ever-popular list of “Do’s and Don’ts.”
THE PARTY DO’S
• Do introduce yourself to people. ... As annoying as it sounds, remember that you are attending these parties to further your personal goals. If you think otherwise, you are only lying to yourself. Okay, I’m there to have fun, but everyone else has an agenda.
• Do try to find some common ground to begin a conversation. For example, films you each enjoy, a common city, a favorite drink, a popular actor, a sports team, a filmmaker - anything at all to establish the conversation on a positive note.
• Do make friends with other filmmakers and get invited to their screenings.
• Do tell inoffensive and clever jokes.
• Do talk passionately (but unpretentiously) about your love of film and how your life was changed by the defining moment of one important film. People at film festivals get all mushy when this subject comes up.
• Do talk business - that’s what these parties are really about anyway.
• Do be bold and walk up to Bob Berney of Newmarket Films and invite him to your screening.
• Do take every person you speak with seriously, even if they do not initially seem important to your immediate agenda. The assistant of today is the festival director, agent, or studio head of tomorrow. They’ll remember that you showed them respect when no one else would. That’s important.
• Do hand out business cards.
• Do make it a point to follow up and send letters to people you meet when appropriate. Again, you never know how those relationships will pay off.
THE PARTY DON’TS
A party can be a great opportunity to make new friends, make an impression and, most importantly, to make deals. If some studio executive likes to hang out and party with you, certainly, he may also want to work with you. That’s the secret of the business - people hire other people they like. It’s very simple. So keep some things in mind.
• Do not, as I have done, make inappropriate jokes in mixed company.
• Do not, as I have done, charge room service to your pals at 3 A.M.
• Do not, as I have done, put drinks on the tab of “the table in the corner.”
• Do not, as I have done, drink way too much alcohol.
• Do not, as I have done, try to dance after drinking that alcohol.
• Do not, as I have done, schedule 5 A.M. wake up calls for your colleagues.
• Do not, as I have done, mercilessly criticize the award-winning festival film as a total piece of crap when the director is within earshot.
• Do not, as I have done, stand on a chair and thank everyone in the room for coming and for their support for your film, when you haven’t made the film that the party is for.
• Do not, as I have done, avoid the festival party scene to see local bands, find the strip clubs, and visit the after-hours bars.
• Do not, as I have done, yell “Fire!” at a crowded party.
***I really mean it. Don’t do any of these things. I’ve made every possible mistake anyone could make at a party. Sometimes I just can’t resist putting some pretentious moron in his place, or making a point through humor. Sure, I have a great time, but generally I’m attending a festival to have fun; I like to leave the business at the office. If your goal is to have fun, a few “don’ts” are fine. But more likely, you have a goal in mind - you’re trying to sell a film or get another one made.***
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In order to get the opportunity to do some schmoozing, you have to get into the party. Do whatever it takes to get into the party legitimately first, but when all else fails, it’s time to crash. If not then, -
Trust in God.
Trust in yourself.
Trust in your content (talent and skill).
Trust in your networking.
Trust in your Film Friends.
Trust in your PCH(O) in Sanctifying Grace, SHREWDENCE, and discernment, and Carrot Out Of Merit And Dare It And Share It And Wear It And Bear It.
Then have people trust you and trust in you.
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THE SIMS 4 DREAM HOME DECORATOR GAME PACK
Sul sul! I’m Patina Wainscot*, and I’m thrilled you could join me today for what I’m calling Dream Home Decorator 101. We’re diving deep into the ins and outs of designing for clients because that’s the main thing to remember: it’s all about making your clients happy!
ALL ABOUT CLIENTS
Take it from me: the best designs start with the Sims you’re creating for. I never go into a project without getting to know my clients first—at least, not if I plan to be successful. Back in my early days, I made that mistake a lot. Once, I planned a whole space around the gnome statue in the middle of my client’s living room—come to find out, that Sim was terrified of the gnome and wanted it gone!
Everyone has Preferences, you know? Likes and Dislikes matter when it comes to decorating. So ask questions! Find out their favorite color and music genre and decor style. Ask about the things that inspire them, if they have any hobbies, what their favorite pieces are. Walk them through color swatches and maybe some of the work in your portfolio. Take a few Before pictures for the client, too. After all, the more you know about someone, the easier it is to imagine a space that will truly bring them joy.
Remember to keep it professional, though! (Shower before you arrive. Trust me.) Every interaction impacts your reputation, and if you want to move up to bigger gigs, that matters.
ALL ABOUT RENOVATIONS
Once you’ve gotten a feel for what your client wants, nudge them out the door and turn your attention to the space around you. Sometimes clients want to redo the nursery, or add an in-law unit. I even had a Sim ask for a gym in the basement once. Whatever the task, I’m sure you’re up for it. Simply follow the budget, the client’s preferences, the available tile count, and the client’s actual ask.
(Sidebar: okay, yes, sometimes the requests get a little… weird. It’s your job to do what you can, though. I could share some wild stories, but client-designer confidentiality is a professional courtesy.)
Start with an empty space by selling off the items you can’t use (it’s a good budget tip, too!). Then, it’s all up to you to make your client’s dreams come true.
I personally love this phase of a project. Maybe Sims tend to be a little messy, so why not play around with modular shelving units for innovative storage solutions? Open concept is very in right now, and sectional sofas divide living spaces from the kitchen perfectly while keeping a roomy, airy atmosphere. And speaking of the kitchen, built-in appliances like ovens and stovetops save space too. For kids’ rooms, bunk beds are my go-to. As children grow, it’s easy to change the configuration and add a desk for homework!
My point is, don’t be afraid to play around. Sometimes the unexpected works best, and sometimes you’ll have a tried-and-true solution in mind.
ALL ABOUT REVEALS
Once you finish the work, there’s just one thing left: the reveal! Once you’ve perfected the space, invite the client back to see the results. Personally, this is the moment I live for. That first reaction means the world to me. Whether Sims cry, throw their arms around me, or immediately start daydreaming, I always know when I’ve done a good job, and it’s amazingly fun to show off the Before and After photos.
So many factors go into whether or not a gig is successful. Did you stay within the budget? Build around your client’s preferences? Complete your objective? Were you respectful and fun? Hopefully, the answer to all of these questions is “YES!” Not only does it make your client happy and make you feel good, but it improves your reputation as a decorator. After all, people love to talk about things they love. So make them love their space!
A FEW EXTRA TIPS
Speaking of reputation, the more you get your name out there, the more gigs open up to you. Start with something small like a room remodel; by the time you’ve reached my level, you’ll be redesigning the neighborhood bar! Client referrals make a real difference, but I used to blog and promote myself on social media, too. Now, you can watch me on the home decorator channel!
Every Sim is different. I know, I know, I’ve said that a few times now, but I really mean it! In households with more than one occupant, sometimes it gets tough to balance what they want. Maybe two Sims have different color preferences; if you can’t make both work together, find some common ground to focus on instead. And never assume you know what a client will ask for! I had an adult client ask for a kids’ tent once—turns out, it was for their nephew!
And last but not least, the most important advice I have: just have fun with it. Remember why you chose this path. You’re a dream home maker, after all.
Thank you for coming to my Sims Talk. I’ll catch you on the home decorating channel soon! And don’t forget to follow The Sims Instagram—I have a new series called Spaces With Patina that I’m super excited to share!
The Sims™ 4 Dream Home Decorator Game Pack** arrives on June 1, 2021, at 10:00 a.m. PT in your region on Origin (for Mac and PC), Steam, Xbox One, Xbox Series X|S, PlayStation®4, and PlayStation®5!
We have a lot planned in the next few weeks as the Summer of Sims kicks into high gear! The launch of Dream Home Decorator is just one bright spot to look forward to, so make sure you’ve got your sunglasses—we’ve absolutely packed the next few weeks!
*Patina is a decorator extraordinaire, but she’s also a Sim, so this has been translated from Simlish. 😉
**REQUIRES THE SIMS 4 (SOLD SEPARATELY) AND ALL GAME UPDATES. FOR PC, SEE MINIMUM SYSTEM REQUIREMENTS FOR THE PACK.
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NAMIMATSU OTP ASK MEME. CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR [ idk who it is but lmk if you do. ✨️ ]
1. Who wakes up first? Always Namikawa.
2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Matsuda always wants to but... work. He never gets to.
3. Who takes longer getting ready? Namikawa. Pretty long hair just takes longer.
4. When they can't sleep, what do they do? Matsuda lays there and stares at the ceiling, trying to count sheep [ that never gets him anywhere, to be honest ]. Namikawa gets on his phone. Or Matsuda's. Whoever's is closer. Neither of them really bother each other, unless Matsuda has something seriously troubling going on.
5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie? Neither... but probably Matsuda.
6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile? Also Matsuda.
7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines? MatsuMatsuMatsu! :)
8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? Neither because Namikawa doesn't play video games. If Matsuda somehow convinced him to though, Namikawa would probably win easily without trying and bring out Matsuda's competitiveness a bit.
9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling? Matsuda.
10. Who sets the other's ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back? Neither.
11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order? Bold of you to assume Namikawa doesn't already have his shit organized alphabetically.
12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes "Guess Who" thing? Matsuda! Namikawa never plays along and gets mildly irritated whenever he does it, though.
13. Who points out a dog when they see one? Matsuda again!
14. Who's prone to road rage? Neither because Namikawa barely drives himself and Matsuda is a good boy. No road rage from him.
15. Who's prone to wearing socks indoors (or to sleep)? MATSUDA. He never takes off his dumb socks. Not even during you know what.
16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)? Namikawa. Though it's less of a reminder and more of an order.
17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling? Namikawa 100000%!
18. Who gets the window seat? Namikawa let's Matsuda have it. He doesn't care and will just be working the whole flight. Meanwhile, Matsuda gets excited to look out the window and watch the world get smaller.
19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other? Matsuda did it once. Namikawa glared at him. He never did it again.
20. What do they argue about the most? Probably about what they should have for dinner. Or how Matsuda gets a lil' jealous sometimes.
21. Who's clumsier? Matsuda duh ♡
22. Who texts more often? Matsuda. He gets more lonely and needs more attention.
23. Who is better with kids? Matsuda.
24. Who's the better cook? Namikawa, though he barely ever cooks.
25. Who mistakes salt for sugar? Do I need to answer?
26. Who puts the fork in the microwave? I want to say neither but I feel like Matsuda is dumb enough to do this at least once.
27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning? Matsuda.
28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.? Also Matsuda.
29. Who licks the spoon when they're baking brownies? Both! Matsuda does it first and then won't leave Namikawa alone until he does it, too.
30. Who likes doing the dishes? Neither. They use a dishwasher for a reason.
31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they? Matsuda. He really wants cup noodles at least once a week.
32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Namikawa. He thinks it's much quicker and more efficient to order for the two of them. So, he learns Matsuda's orders immediately and never forgets them. Unfortunately for Matsu, he's never able to try anything new.
33. How do they eat ice cream? What's their favorite flavors? Namikawa eats his out of a bowl with a spoon. His go to flavor is either vanilla or strawberry. Maybe chocolate, too, on occasion. Matsuda is perfectly happy with a cone and any flavor is good to him!
34. Do they go on dates? What are they like? Yes, and they usually just have dinner or do something Namikawa wants to do. Like, watch a theater performance or go to a nice hotel for no reason. Matsuda gets to pick on occasion, but he's happy doing just about anything.
35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia? Matsuda smells fresh. Namikawa always smells like mint or clean linen. Or expensive cologne. When Namikawa smells amortentia, he smells cologne that's a lot cheaper, or deodorant. Matsuda and him smell similar, but Matsuda's scent is a toned down version.
36. Which one is the secret snuggler? Matsuda is a snuggler. There's nothing secret about it. So, Namikawa has to be the secret snuggler by default.
37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold? Both of them. It depends on who's cold.
38. Who reaches for the other one's hand while driving? Again, when they're together it's usually Namikawa's driver who drives. So, neither? Matsuda would probably try to, though.
39. Who leaves little notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?) They don't make lunch for each other, but Matsu would definitely be the note leaver. The notes would be super duper cheesy, though.
40. Who is the most affectionate? Matsuda.
41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon? Usually Matsuda is the little spoon but on occasion he wants to hold Namikawa, too. Namikawa deserves it.
42. What is their favorite feature of their partner? Matsuda likes everything! He can't pick a favorite. That's too hard. Don't tell Matsuda, but Namikawa's favorite feature is his smile.
43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? Nothing really? They act a little different but everything stays the same for the most part.
44. What are their nicknames for each other? Matsuda's nickname is Detective. Namikawa's nickname is Sir.
45. Who worries the most? Over what? Matsuda worries about Namikawa more because he is kind of a bad guy and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to him because of that. Also, he is a lil' protective. And jealous. Namikawa worries a little. Being a detective, especially one hunting Kira, can be a dangerous job.
46. Who initiates kisses? Both, but Namikawa does it a surprising amount.
47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen? :) You'll see when the fanfic gets to that part.
48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first? Matsuda.
49. What do they do when they're away from each other? Work, mostly. They're busy guys.
50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Namikawa. Matsuda is way too sweet and way too nice to him sometimes and he's definitely not used to it. He's never had a golden retriever bf before so it can be a bit overwhelming.
#matsuda death note#death note#namikawa#namimatsu#reiji namikawa#touta matsuda#namikawa x matsuda#matsuda#ship things#otp ask meme#reiji namikawa x touta matsuda#ship headcanons
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New Life
Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?
Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake
Words: 4,4 k
A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.
Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️
4 a.m.
"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".
Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.
You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.
Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.
"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.
"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"
Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.
"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.
"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.
"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.
"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.
The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.
"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.
"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.
"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.
"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.
"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"
Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"
The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men
"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.
A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"
Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.
Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did
"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "
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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.
And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.
"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.
Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.
About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.
"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.
Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.
Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.
He himself gets into the driver’s seat.
"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.
"Into a new life"
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"I wanna be the very best!
Like no one ever was!
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.
Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.
"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.
"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.
At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.
After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.
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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.
"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.
In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.
"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.
"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.
When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.
Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.
"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.
Welcome new life.
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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.
All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.
"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.
"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.
"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"
After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.
"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.
"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"
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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.
You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.
In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.
The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.
You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.
"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.
"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.
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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.
"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.
"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"
Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."
"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.
"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.
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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.
"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.
"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.
A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.
The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.
Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.
And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"
You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.
"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.
"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.
"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"
"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.
"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.
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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.
Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.
The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.
You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.
Jake: Hello, MC.
Jake: How did the move go?
MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.
Jake: Have you finished?
MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.
Jake: Do you like the apartment?
You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.
MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.
Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.
What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.
After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.
However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.
After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.
At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.
It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.
Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.
MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)
Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.
MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.
You watch him start writing and then delete the message.
Jake: I’m on my way :)
Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.
Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.
Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.
Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.
Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.
Then you open the door.
The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.
Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.
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Jake actually knows your apartment already.
Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.
You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.
Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.
"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.
"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.
"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.
"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.
"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"
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Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.
Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.
"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.
"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.
Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.
Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.
For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.
"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.
"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.
"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.
As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."
You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.
Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.
When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"
Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"
"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.
"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"
"MC" he threatens.
"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"
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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.
You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.
During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.
However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.
"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.
"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.
"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.
He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.
"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.
"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.
"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"
Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"
The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.
You shake your head, "Not without a war"
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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.
The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.
You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.
"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.
"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"
"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.
Welcome new life, you mean well with me.
❤️🎭🌹
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