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drunk words are sober thoughts | spencer reid
summary: spencer’s been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and you’re determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?
a/n: if i had a nickel for every time my reader got drunk and confessed their feelings for spencer, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.
enjoy the fic, and have a fantastic day! <3 requests are open!
note(s): gn!reader & no pronouns used, mention of alcohol, reader gets quite drunk, drunk confessions and kisses
word count: 3,422
Heavy sheets of rain pelted down onto your head as you weaved with purpose through the busy streets. Occasionally, a car would drive through the roadside puddles, creating a cosmic-sized splash that effectively soaked you to the bone. You hadn’t brought a coat. You didn’t think you were going to need one. The sun had still been shining when you’d left your apartment in Quantico.
After a long, strenuous day at work, you had planned to go home, collapse onto your couch, and work your way through a tub of cookie dough ice cream that you knew was being neglected in the back of your freezer. Instead, you’d hopped onto a train and you’d taken the hour-long journey to Washington DC.
Spencer had been completely ignoring you, and Spencer was never the type to completely ignore you. Or anyone, for that matter. Spencer was the type to get sassy and downright passive aggressive whenever he was mad at someone - you’d witnessed that first-hand early on in your friendship, and it had practically scarred you for life. This was different, though, and the silence seemed to be much more painful. You’d tried to speak to him multiple times throughout the day, but he’d managed to evade you, and he’d barely even made eye contact with you for more than a millisecond. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, but your overthinking, people-pleasing tendencies were starting to rear their ugly head.
Another car splashed through the puddles at such a breakneck speed that you ended up getting completely soaked. You immediately began to grumble, and your shoes made a squeaky sound as you continued trudging down the street, “Spencer, I am going to kill you.”
Eventually, you found yourself outside of Spencer’s apartment. You crossed your eyes as you watched a water droplet drip from the tip of your nose. You were cold, and damp, and you were very much aware that you were leaving puddles on the carpet. You shuffled in place in the hopes that you didn’t soak one particular spot too much. You knocked on the door, and then you waited, and then you waited some more. You were beginning to wonder if he was even home at all.
Eventually, there was a shuffling noise on the other side of the door, and then you heard a lock being slid out of place. The door cracked open, and Spencer’s head popped out. His eyes widened slightly as he saw you, “Hi.”
“Hi,” you shook your head free of water droplets, making yourself look like a wet dog, “Can I come in?”
Spencer hesitated, and his eyes flickered up and down your figure. For a moment, you were convinced that he was about to slam the door in your face, “Yeah. Come in,” he spoke after a pause, and he shuffled aside, “You must be freezing.”
You nodded at him in gratitude, and you slid past him, “Yeah,” you laughed a little, your teeth chattering. Spencer’s apartment was warm and cozy with the heating system on full blast, a stark contrast to the miserable conditions outside, “You could say that.”
“Hang on. Let me just…” Spencer scampered into a room on the other side of his apartment that you assumed was his bedroom. You could hear him clattering around before he returned a moment later with one of his thread-worn sweaters, “Here.”
You took the sweater from him, and you slipped it over your head. It was big on you. Far too big, actually. But it was warm. That was all you cared about, “Thanks, Spence.”
A silence fell over the two of you. An uncomfortable one. Spencer’s eyes darted around the apartment, making sure to focus on anything except for you, “So…”
You immediately cut him off, “I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?”
“What?” Spencer started a little at your question, “Of course, you haven’t. Why would you…”
A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you, and you fiddled with the hem of the sweater, “You know you can always tell me if I’ve done something wrong,” you began to ramble. It was a trademark you had whenever you were slightly nervous, “I don’t mind. I won’t get mad, or offended, or…”
“Hey. Stop,” it was Spencer’s turn to cut you off, “Why would you think you’ve done anything wrong?”
You sighed, and you ran a hand through your wet hair, “Spence, you’ve been ignoring me all day.”
ꨄ︎
You triumphantly clutched the two movie tickets in your balled up fist, “I did it!”
Derek’s eyes followed the little scraps of paper as you waved them up and down, “Great. What did you do?”
“I got the tickets! I waited all morning for these!” you excitedly shoved them into Derek’s face, almost punching him straight in the nose, “Look!”
“Yeah, I know what movie tickets are,” he swatted your arm away, “What are they for?”
“Mother!” your voice almost came out as an excited squeal, and it was only after Derek raised an eyebrow at you that you realized how strange your words sounded without context, “It’s a South Korean movie. They’re doing a screening of it later this week at a film festival in New York, and they haven’t translated it yet, so it’s still entirely in the original language.”
“I didn’t know you knew Korean.”
“I don’t. At least, not entirely,” you shrugged, “I’m not exactly conversational, but I can understand bits and pieces. I was talking to Spencer about it the other day, and we both decided we’d go together, and…” you paused, eyes narrowing when you saw the smirk Derek was hiding behind his coffee cup, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“No. What?”
Derek took a deliberately slow sip of his coffee, “It’s not my place.”
“That’s quite literally never stopped you before,” you rolled your eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you think it’s a bad idea? I mean, I thought he’d enjoy it.”
Derek hummed in amused agreement, “There’s something he’d enjoy a lot more.”
“Derek. Just…” you were about to respond, but you were interrupted by the chiming of the elevator. Your eyes lit up as Spencer stepped out, “Oh! Spence!” you had to jog to catch up with his quick pace, “Look. I managed to get us those tickets. We can go together!”
“I don’t think I can.”
Spencer’s answer made you falter, and the smile that had been plastered onto your face dropped, “But, I thought you were looking forward to seeing it. I am. It’s not until next week, so…”
“No. It’s fine. You go and see it, though. You’ll enjoy it a lot more on your own, I’m sure.”
You came to a standstill at that, and your mouth hung open as Spencer took a seat at his desk and proceeded to busy himself in a case file that he already had waiting, “What was that?”
Derek sidled up to you, “What was what?”
“That,” you waved your hand in Spencer’s direction, “He brushed me off? I didn’t even do anything.”
“Oh, you definitely did,” Derek took another one of those suspicious sips of his coffee, “Quite a lot, actually.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Derek,” you warned him, “You sip that coffee like that one more time and it’s going straight out of the window.”
“Hey! This was expensive.”
ꨄ︎
Spencer’s neck began to turn a shade of pink, and the blush seemed to spread all the way up to the tips of his ears, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”
“Don’t deny it Spencer. Please. That makes it worse,” you said, “All day, you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve barely managed to speak two words to you without you escaping into the next room.”
Spencer shuffled a little on the spot, avoiding your eyes, “I guess I didn’t realize.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you did,” with a sigh, you dramatically flopped onto his couch, “I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but I’d rather you get all passive aggressive with me like you usually do when you’re mad at someone. At least then I’d know that I’d done something wrong.”
“You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I’ve obviously done something,” you shot back at him, “You never ignore anyone. Least of all, me. It’s like you suddenly hate me.”
“Hate you? I could never…” Spencer trailed off, and he sat down on the couch beside you. There was an undeniable gap between the two of you that you hated, “You really don’t know what you did, do you?”
“If I did, do you think I’d be here?”
Spencer sighed, “The other night, when we all went out after work,” he started, his tone almost hesitant, “What do you remember?”
“We went to O'Keeffe's, and Prentiss got us involved in that drinking game that I’m sure she was making up on the spot, and…” you froze, “Oh. Oh no,” you groaned, “Please don’t tell me I did my Backstreet Boys karaoke set.”
The corners of Spencer’s lips twitched into a smirk at that, “It was quite good, actually,” he bit back a laugh, “Some interesting choreography, too.”
You groaned again, and you sank into the couch cushions as you buried your face in your hands, “This is the worst day of my life.”
“That’s it? You don’t remember anything else?”
“No,” you shook your head, peeking at him through your fingers, “What else did I do? Drop some NSYNC into the mix, or something?” your brow furrowed at Spencer’s hesitation, “Spence…”
“You kissed me.”
“What?!”
ꨄ︎
Spencer and Derek were standing out on the busy street, occasionally glancing at the door to O'Keeffe's. The music from inside was still blaring, even though it was 2.am. Most of the team had gone home for the night, leaving only the select few stragglers behind.
The door to the bar slammed open, and Spencer and Derek immediately looked in the general direction. Derek snorted out a laugh, and Spencer chuckled, “Do you think they’re going to be alright?”
Meanwhile, at the door, you and Penelope were stumbling out onto the street. You had your arms thrown around each other, and it was clear that the two of you were struggling to stay standing. You were both the lightweights of the team, “I love you so much, Pen.”
“I love you, too, my sweet angel,” Penelope let go of you momentarily so she could grab your shoulders and shake you, “You are one of my bestest friends in the whole entire world.”
It was at that moment - the moment where Penelope’s voice got a little too high-pitched and squeaky - that Derek stepped in, “Alright. Let’s pack it up,” he slid in between the two of you, “I think we best get you two home,” it wasn’t a question.
“And you,” Penelope whirled on Derek, prodding him in the chest with her index finger, “You are just the most magnificent person I’ve ever seen,” she cupped his cheeks, squishing them together, “Look at you. You… You magnificent Green god of a man.”
“Mr. Magnificent,” you followed up with a giggle, puffing out your chest and putting on your best impression of Derek, “Look out. Here comes Mr. Magnificent. Watch your doors.”
“Okay. Alright. As much as I’m loving this conversation we’re having,” he took hold of Penelope’s shoulders and firmly began steering her down the street, “You need to go home.”
“Speak soon, my love,” you blew a kiss in the general direction that Derek and Penelope had gone off in, and then you turned to Spencer, “Let’s go!” you dramatically pointed in the vague direction of your apartment and strode off.
“Woah! Hey!” Spencer ran to catch up with you, “You’re not going home on your own.”
“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes, and you grabbed Spencer’s wrist, “You’re coming with me, you silly genius.”
Spencer let out a yelp as you dragged him down the street. He had to apologize profusely to a couple that you almost rammed into, “Slow down,” he called out, “Do you even know where you’re going?”
You paused at that, and you pursed your lips as you tried to string together a coherent thought, “This way!” you bounded off, though Spencer quickly caught your arm.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
“No, I’m not,” you tried to march off once more, but you stopped a few steps away and swiveled on your heel, “Oh.”
Spencer shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips, “Told you. You’re…”
“We’re going the wrong way!”
“We?!”
For a long moment, you and Spencer wandered through the streets in near silence. The only sound came from you as you hummed a completely out of tune song to yourself. You didn’t live far from O'Keeffe's, and you usually could’ve walked the distance in two minutes. It took you close to ten considering how often you decided to stop and take notice of every little thing that caught your eye.
At one point, Spencer had to grab your hand and drag you down the street. You didn’t mind that, though. Your skin tingled as he squeezed your hand, and it made you giggle. You always were the type to get too giggly and hyper when you’d had too much to drink.
“Oh, come on,” Spencer stood in front of the elevator in your apartment building, grumbling in frustration at the ‘out of order’ sign that was plastered on the doors, “You have got to be kidding me.”
“It’s broken.”
“I know it’s broken.”
You collapsed onto the stairs with a soft thud. Your eyes were starting to droop from tiredness, “It’s always broken.”
Spencer sighed and turned to you, another one of those amused smiles lighting up his face as he saw you staring at the ceiling - even though you were staring at absolutely nothing, “Are you even capable of using the stairs right now?”
“I will be if you carry me.”
“I’m not carrying you,” Spencer gently tugged your arm, “Come on. What floor is your apartment on?”
“Tenth.”
“Oh, for…” he quickly cut himself off, and he pulled you to your feet as he began guiding you up the stairs almost one step at a time, “Alright. Come on, then. Let’s get you home.”
“I don’t want to,” you whined, tugging on his hand, “No. No. I have a secret.”
If you weren’t being so cute, then Spencer would’ve been exasperated by this point. You clearly needed your bed, and he so desperately wanted his, “What is it?”
“It’s a secret,” you giggled, and you beckoned him closer, “Come here. Let me whisper it.”
“Fine,” Spencer rolled his eyes affectionately, and he took a step closer, “Can you tell me now?”
“No,” you grabbed his jacket, tugging him so close that his face was right against yours, “There. Close enough,” you giggled once more, and you leaned in so close that your lips were almost on his ear, “I want to kiss you.”
Spencer’s reaction was as if someone had burned him with a hot iron. He took a step back, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated shock, “You… You want to…” it wasn’t often that you saw Spencer at a loss for words, “You want to kiss me?!”
You hummed in response, and you clapped your hands excitedly, “Yeah! Can I kiss you?” you asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, “Because I really want to kiss you.”
Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish out of water. It made you laugh harder than you already were, “I… I…” Spencer fumbled over his words for a few more seconds, but then he seemed to collect himself. He straightened up, and despite the blush painting his cheeks, his shocked expression morphed into one of delight, “Yeah. Okay. You can kiss me.”
The next noise out of your mouth was a squeal, “Yay!” you barely gave him a chance to prepare himself before you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt fireworks exploding in your mind, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the kiss or the alcohol. Either way, it was quite possibly one of the best moments of your life.
After a few seconds, the kiss broke. Spencer pulled away first, but he seemed reluctant to do so, “I… That was…”
“That was amazing!” you finished his sentence for him, “I want to do it again. Can we do it again? Pretty please?”
Your plea got a genuine laugh out of Spencer. He was half-tempted to kiss you again, but he shook his head, “No. We’re waiting until you’re sober before we do that again,” he took your arm and began helping you up the stairs, “Come on. You need sleep. You’re going to have the worst hangover in the world tomorrow.”
“No fair. I hate hangovers,” you whined. You were interrupted when you tripped on the stairs and almost face planted right into the carpet. It was pure luck Spencer caught you before you did, “Ow. Who put that there?”
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“Oh my God,” all you could really do was stare at Spencer with your mouth wide open. It was a wonder your face wasn’t burning, “Spence, I…” everything made so much sense - the strange glances, the teasing comments, all of it - “I am so sorry. I…”
“No. No. Don’t be sorry,” Spencer quickly reassured you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to try and ease the nerves that were creeping through your tone. He closed the distance between you, too, which you appreciated. At least he didn’t hate you, “You don’t have to apologise. I… I didn’t mind.”
You thought you’d finally managed to get over the first wave of shock, but then it all hit you once again, “You didn’t?”
From the moment you’d first walked into the BAU on your very first day, you’d fancied Spencer more than you’d ever fancied anyone ever before. You couldn’t explain it. Then, as your working relationship turned into an actual outside-of-work friendship, you decided it was easier to keep quiet about your feelings for him than risk ruining the good relationship that the two of you already had.
“But… But I was drunk, and…”
Spencer quirked an eyebrow up at that, “Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”
“No. Of course, I meant it,” you corrected him, immediately faltering when you saw that smug smirk on his face, “Shut up,” it was hard to act annoyed when the goofiest grin imaginable was taking over your face, “I didn’t think you’d actually kiss me.”
Spencer let out a soft laugh, “Yeah, well. You were pretty insistent. It’s hard to say no to you,” he rubbed his shoulder, wincing a little, “I’m pretty sure you almost broke my shoulder after you shoved me against the door and demanded I kiss you again.”
At that, you sunk as far as you could into the couch cushions as if you were willing to disappear into them, “I hate you,” you attempted to weakly swat at him.”
“Your drunk self says otherwise,” Spencer laughed, deflecting your swat and catching your hand instead, “To be honest, if you hadn’t lost every single one of your inhibitions that night, I’m pretty sure we’d still be calling this a friendship.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Oh? Is that not what this is?”
“I don’t know,” Spencer countered, “Do you usually go around kissing your best friends?”
“Personally, no. But I don’t judge, so…” you trailed off, and your eyes flitted to Spencer’s lips for a brief second, “So, if I clearly didn’t mind, and you didn’t mind, then does that mean I get to kiss you again? Sober, this time, obviously.”
"Yeah. I suppose that’s exactly what this means,” Spencer scooted a little closer, and now the gap between the two of you was non-existent, “It’s good to know that you’ll actually remember this one.”
You giggled at that comment. You sounded as if you were on cloud nine, and you definitely felt it, too, “Yeah. Me too. I can’t believe I don’t even remember our first kiss,” Spencer was about to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him, “You’re definitely not mad at me, though, right?”
Spencer chuckled, and he shook his head, “You’re impossible. Of course, I’m not mad.”
“Good. Just checking,” you took your hand off his chest, instead choosing to place it on his hip, “You can kiss me now.”
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Happily Ever After (Ready, Aim, Shoot - Epilogue)
Hello!
This is the end of my serie Ready, Aim, Shoot but I really feel like you don't have to read the three other parts to understand it :)
Enjoy!
TW : None
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Loving Alexia is easy. You know that your girlfriend is sometimes describes as someone shy, socially awkward, and sometimes too serious. Those people don’t know your Alexia. Your Alexia is sweet, caring, protective, loving, and attentive. She takes care of the people she loves; never lets you carry a shopping bag when she comes shopping with you and remembers everything you prefer since day 1.
And, as you look at your girlfriend coming out from the bathroom, you wonder how you are so lucky. She’s yours, she never left you when you were a mess and stay right here every single second. You are still recovering but you are way more in a healthy state than some weeks before. And not talk about when you came back from Middle East.
You needed some time to talk again to your former colleagues and way more time to talk to the families of the one who died. You went to the funeral of course, with Alexia, but some of them had kids or lovers and you didn’t have the strength to look at them in the eyes. And sometimes you imagined Alexia at their place, and you can’t imagine the pain. You asked her one time, how she would have reacted if you hadn’t come back alive.
She didn’t answer but explain to you how she reacted when she learned that you had an accident. And that she never loses faith in your comeback, because you promised, and you always kept your promises to her. You still have the necklace she gave you; it never left your body since that day.
Even when you go showering, even if your girlfriend teases you about it.
“What are you thinking about Cariño?” Alexia asks you.
“About my perfect girlfriend. Do you know her?” you smirk.
Alessia giggles and it’s a sound that she doesn’t let a lot of people hearing and you love it. Sitting on your lap, she passes her arms around your neck.
“Tell me more about her?”
“No, if I tell too many people how amazing she is, someone is definitively going to take her away from me” you smile before kissing her.
Alessia smiles against your lips, and you deepen the kiss, not being able to resist to the attraction you have for her. The hotel Alexia chooses offers you a lot of privacy. You have your private beach, jacuzzi and swimming pool. For eating, you can choose one of the restaurants in the area or to eat on the terrace thanks to the room service.
You have a lot of things to do here, swimming, going to the spa, sun tanning, going for an excursion or even diving. But for the first days, you almost didn’t leave your room, enjoying your room and the different facilities offered in it.
(You have a lot of amazing sex too.)
With your mental health getting better, you were able to finish your book and send it to several publishers before leaving for your holidays. You still haven’t had an answer, but you’re not really stressed. You know they probably have a lot of work and it’s the holidays, a lot of people aren’t working for now.
Alexia and you decided to forget a little your phone, you only take one hour during the day to do what you want. You usually answer to your friends and family and Alexia call her mother and sister.
That’s why you are surprised to wake up because of your phone buzzing on your nightstand. You manage to get out off Alexia’s arms to be able to take it and have a look on it. You frown when you see that this isn’t a number you already know. You get up, walking silently on the terrace.
“Hello?” you say when you far enough from Alexia.
“Hi. Am I talking to Y/N Y/L/N?”
“Yes, it’s me” you frown slightly.
You are stunned to learn that this woman is working in one of the publishers where you sent your book. And that they are interested in publishing it. You are still stuttering when a worried Alexia comes looking for you.
“Who was it?” she asks right before you hang up.
“A woman working for one of the publisher.” you mumble, still looking at your phone.
“And?”
Alexia seems stressed out like hell when you raise your eyes on her.
“They want to meet me when we come back to Barcelona. They are interested in publishing it.”
“What? Cariño that’s amazing!”
She’s smiling like she just wins another cup, and you can’t help but smile too. She’s right, of course it’s amazing. You just can’t believe it. Alexia takes you in her arms and makes you spin in the air. You laugh and pass your hand around her neck. She kisses you when she puts you back on the ground and you tiptoe to be able to kiss her in her neck.
“I’m sorry I woke you up though” you say after kissing her jaw one last time.
“It’s alright” Alexia smiles. “I’m used to be the one leaving bed first, it was a strange feeling waking up alone.”
“Well maybe you’ll stop leaving me in the morning now” you smirk.
Alexia chooses to not answer and just smile at you with malice. She doesn’t need a lot of sleep to feel rested and you sometimes envy her. She usually has done a lot of things when you wake up. Sometimes she made some calls for her job, she went running or has made progress on her various projects. Yes, because your girlfriend isn’t only a talented footballer, she makes other things too. You can talk about her foundation, More than eleven.
“Do you want to go to the restaurant to eat breakfast?”
You don’t really want to, to be honest. You would rather have only Alexia for you, being able to stare at her during the whole meal without passing for a creep. Your hesitation is easily seen by Alexia who is quick to add:
“Or we can stay here, just to two of us?”
“We can go to the restaurant if you want to. We haven’t seen a lot of people since we’re here.”
You shrug and smile slightly at her. She smiles back and take you by your hand to take you again in the bedroom. The light breeze makes the curtains fly when you enter the room again and Alexia takes the menu on the table to look about their propositions for the breakfast. You look over her shoulder, kissing it when your choice is made.
“I think I’ll take the one with avocado toast.”
Alexia nods and you sneak out to take a shower while she phones reception to place an order. You haven’t decided what you will do today, you know there is some excursion Alexia is interested about, so maybe you’ll join one.
Your heard Alexia coming inside the bathroom, even if the door is open very quietly and she makes almost not other noise when she gets out of her night clothes. You smile when she joins you under the shower, passing her arms around your waist and pressing her body against yours.
Your scares aren’t as visible as they were before, but you find confidence back for several times now, thanks to Alexia. She keeps telling you how beautiful she thinks you are, so you ended up believing her. You remember how you were studying her gaze and her face when she was telling you that kind of things, looking at any trace of lie. And how you looked at her when she saw you naked, looking for the slightest disgust. But nothing ever comes.
Your girlfriend seems to be sad when she tells you that you don’t have time to have fun under the shower, because of your breakfast being already prepared. But you know it will come at some point during the day, none of the both of you seems to be able to keep their hands away from the other.
“I wanted to talk about something with you” Alexia says slowly, when you are sitting on the terrasse, eating your breakfast.
You were looking at the sea being as far as the eye can see, but you report your attention on Alexia. She’s looking at you with a caution that intrigues you. She hasn’t look at you that way since a long time.
“Ok? Should I be worried or…?”
“I don’t think so” she smiles, and you feel relief almost immediately.
Alexia never lied to you.
You enjoin her to continue with a nod, posing your knife and fork next to your plate half-eaten. You are still very curious to know what can be in your girlfriend’s mind.
“I know I wasn’t really a lot at home lately, with my foundation and the others different things I was doing in addition of football” she begins “But now that everything is launched, I’ll be able to be home sooner and more. I’ll still have meetings or something, but I would be able to make it by video conference a lot.”
“Ok?” you answer, not really seeing where she went to go.
There is a moment of silence before she talks again.
“I want a baby.”
You blink several times, not really prepared to that. Sur you talked about having kids, but it was before your accident, and it doesn’t really come back in your conversations those past months. You were thinking that Alexia thought that you weren’t able to have a baby right now. Seems like you were wrong.
“I…”
“I know that maybe it’s a little bit precipitate because of what happened lately and that I was a lot away, but I swear that you always have been my priority and if we start the process to have one, I’ll be nothing more than my job at Barca and taking care of you.”
“Ale –“
“And I really think it’s the good moment. You’ll be able to write another banger while pregnant, I’ll install a desk on our room if you need to stay in bed. And I’ll cook everyday if you want me to.”
“My first book isn’t even published. And since when do you know the word banger?”
Alexia rolls her eyes and you smirk at her.
“What do you think?”
She looks almost shy, one thing she hasn’t be with you since your first dates. You don’t have to think about it for many minutes to be honest, you know she’s genuine about everything she just said. And you already can figure how much she will be protective over your child.
“Ok” you just answer.
“Ok?”
“Yes. Let’s have a baby.”
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Hello, friends.
I’ve been pretty inactive lately. Real life has been pretty time-consuming. I need to take a short break for a few more weeks, I think.
My full-time job’s been picking up. As the months have gone by and prices everywhere have risen, I’ve been getting closer and closer to living paycheck-to-paycheck. I’ve got a little bit of debt sitting there and accumulating. It’s not the greatest feeling, but I’m hanging on okay. Hopefully I’ll get the promotion I’ve been working towards in July, and things will stabilize again. It’s not a guarantee tho, so if you believe in good vibes or blessings or such, keep your fingers crossed along with me. 🤞
Roleswap comic is making slow progress. I’ve rewritten the next 10 pages maybe eight times since it didn’t feel right to me for a while, but I’m satisfied with it and working on it when I can. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. I’ll upload as soon as I’m done with the next batch, and I’ll do my best to make the wait worth it. But nothing is ending and I’m not quitting anything!! The Sworn Partners’ thrilling journey through the Forgotten Land will continue-!
Commissions are also making slow progress but I’m not halting those either. Thank you for the incredible patience, I’ll update people who are waiting on me directly as well.
I’m just a little more tired than usual these days. But this phase will pass, as it always does. And I look forward to returning after a short rest.
Take care in the meantime. Hope anyone out of school is enjoying their summer, and if you recently graduated, a big congratulations to you on a wonderful victory <3 And to anyone else who needs it, hang in there. We’ll make it through.
Te veo en un ratito, queridos amigos 🫧 💖
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first i wanna say that the royalty au fic was soo enjoyable to read!! and can i request platonic!headcanons with piper mclean x daughter of hades?? where the readers like kinda scary and off putting and they somehow create a bond with piper😭 i’m also sure ur inbox is going to be flooded with requests so take ur time !!
⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! piper mclean x daughter of hades! reader hcs
𝜗𝜚 content...platonic! piper mclean x daughter of hades! reader hcs
𝜗𝜚 warnings...lanauage and (technically) sexual innuendos
𝜗𝜚 letter's from the author...ta da!!!! After doing this, i realized i have a negative grasp on piper's character lmao- (pretty sure I didn't like her as a kid but tbh i dont really remember as for the whole of the lost hero i was completely distracted by leo and jason-) so, i don't know how good or bad this is but uh it's here!! so enjoy ig but if you don't no worries we'll just forget this ever happened!!
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-`♡´- "hey, you look cool and lonely. wanna be friends?"
-`♡´- what an opener, am i right???
-`♡´- i don't think piper is one of those people to be like, ashamed lmao
-`♡´- so im sure she had no problem marching right up to you and asking to be friends
-`♡´- though, this is a little jarring at eight in the morning over your bagel, but you let it slide because she seemed to have good intentions
-`♡´- and also, she called you lonely...which was true, but most people don't just say that.
-`♡´- especially not to a kid of the big three (mother fuck the big three, it's just big me-)
-`♡´- you simply shrugged and nodded, which caused piper to nodded back before returning to her table.
-`♡´- you didn't think anything of the interaction, shrugging it off and nearly forgetting about it, until piper came up to you later and started talking to you about your earrings and your clothes and basically everything else under the sun
-`♡´- and, strangely enough, you didn't mind the daughter of aphrodite, not one bit
-`♡´- in fact, you found her company...endearing.
-`♡´- from that point on, it was hard to find the daughter of hades with out her bestie daughter of aphrodite
-`♡´- she brought out a fun side in you and sometimes you were able to keep piper from going completely crazy
-`♡´- hang outs in the arena is a must
-`♡´- partially to train but also to watch all the other cute demigods get sweaty and flustered
-`♡´- i know you guys talk about crushes like you would not believe, code names and all
-`♡´- but the code names are always like 'abe lincoln' and 'angel food cake' which def have a meaning that only you guys know
-`♡´- ALSO big on the whole 'sweet treat' thing
-`♡´- i know daddy tristan mclean be keeping piper's credit card MAXED
-`♡´- and i also know piper would only enjoy spending it on her friends
-`♡´- sometimes, just for shits and giggles, you and piper trade aesthetics
-`♡´- they aren't super dissimilar but it's noticeable enough
-`♡´- ummmm matching pjs for the sleepover??? YES YES YES
-`♡´- obvi pipers are pink and yours are black, duh!
-`♡´- but they are still matchy matchy
-`♡´- and horror movies are BIG at these sleepovers, which also includes themed snacks
-`♡´- "should i be concerned about whether or not the blood in these cupcakes is real?" piper asked, eyeing them and you suspiciously
-`♡´- "it's not animal blood if it makes you feel better," you teased back.
-`♡´- "that does, in fact, not make me feel better."
-`♡´- that being said, you are the biggest defender of piper and her vegetarian
-`♡´- will fight anyone who tries to give piper meat, even on accident
-`♡´- but, you've also DEF bought piper a shirt that says something along the lines of 'the only meat i eat is roast beef ;)' or 'eat pussy, it's organic!"
-`♡´- piper wears them, unironically
-`♡´- AND SHE FUCKING ROCKS THEM STFU-
-`♡´- you guys aren't really known for your raw moments, but late at night, when you're both lying in bed after a sleepover, the strong sense of girlhood just takes you over and you can't help but spill your guts.
-`♡´- "you know, you're my best friend. thank you for, uh, calling me a loser basically."
-`♡´- "of course. i'm glad you were being a total loser that day so that we could be losers together from that point forwards."
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Don't Love Me Like A Brother - Prologue
Brothers Best Friend Series - PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1 -
series synopsis - ronnie's younger brother, tyler, is a famous youtuber & influencer and is best friends with the sturniolos. This series will be following ronnie's life as she befriends the triplets and catches herself developing feelings for a certain someone...
**series will contain smut as it develops but warnings will be added to those specific chapters
**found myself writing a few flashback chapters before present day just to build up the established friendships bc I'm impatient and don't want the slow burn to drain anyone 😭
warnings/notes - no smut in this as it's just the prologue to introduce y'all to the story.
a/n - starting this series and im very exciteddddddd i hope y'all fuck with a slow burn, friends to lovers best friends brother type beat. Buckle up mfs it's gonna be an angsty ride
a/n pt 2 - im not gonna share who ronnie develops feelings for just yet I want y'all to be on edge okok enjoy MWAH xx
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PROLOGUE
ronnies pov
having a brother who's famous on social media is humbling to say the least.
The amount of fan girls who have followed my accounts just because they're obsessed with him makes me question many people's sanity (including my own).
But tyler is one of my best friends. And thank god for my dad, who from the jump, did not tolerate any misogynistic bullshit from my brother.
Raising two kids as a single dad after my mom passed away (before ty and I were older than the age of 5) was tough for him and he embraced the times when he needed support (like when i first got my period, bless his heart he bought almost every type of menstrual product off the shelf).
His values were the perfect structure for us to grow up following; respect, open communication, giving our best efforts to everything (even if the only effort we could offer up was a 60% instead of a 100%)
My childhood friends would always whine about how "chill" my dad was. And it's not cause he didn't care, (he probably cares too much) but he didn't want to shield us either, knowing we need to learn how to exist in the world without him constantly up our asses.
"As long as we can talk about shit at the end of the day then we're good" one of his favorite mantras he would spew to me and ty when we would get caught doing something you might call a "right of passage" as a teenager.
And since it was just the three of us, we've always leaned on each other a lot. Sunday family dinners at nans' every week, taking turns helping my dad at his shop after school (he's a car mechanic), movie nights every thursday night where my dad would close up shop early, setting up the projector in the shop garage and ordering us pizza. My brother has been a best friend to me since I held him in my arms at the age of 3 when he was born.
And of course, we have the usual chaotic fights to the death like most siblings do, him pranking me in the most annoying ways, me making fun of his dumbass, him eating all of my food, me stealing his cool clothes, him begging me to uber him around everywhere, etc.
But we also just really enjoy each other's company too; going on late night walks around town, sitting in bed staying up talking all night, playing mario cart for hours (id always kick his ass), going adventuring together to forests or beaches, hanging out at the skate park together (me laughing at him eating shit and him chasing me around trying to whack me with his board), us both ditching our friends to stay at home and yap to each other instead, us having campfires in the backyard with both of our friend groups together, working on restoring mom's 1967 ford mustang together that she left us when she passed.
So when he came to me a few years back, during the pandemic, asking my thoughts on him posting on youtube, I was in full support (after teasing him that no one would find him, an 18 year old lanky white boy about to graduate high school funny or interesting. I have to keep him humble ya know?)
But his first few videos on youtube went viral and his following kept growing daily, especially when he started posting on tiktok too.
He's had me (and even my dad) featured in his videos which i don't mind at all (since im the one that's editing them)
I can see why the internet loves him (i did help raise him of course).
But since he's hit over 3 million on youtube last year, he's been doing a shit ton of collabs with other influencers and youtubers; the sturniolo triplets, larray, emma chamberlain, jake webster, tarayummy, vinnie hacker, carrington, etc.
And these days I try to stay behind the scenes as much as possible, trying to enjoy my solitude away from the opinions of crazy fans. (why do they care so much about what im doing anyways?)
Yet he understands (thank god) and he's always inviting me to come hangout with the friends he's made through social media, and i can't lie and say i don't enjoy being in the company of such dope (and attractive) people.
END OF PROLOGUE
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a/n - hellooooo i have a few more parts already written for this but im gonna wait to see how this post goes first (because i have a dire need for validation and praise) anywaysssss thank you for reading mwah xx
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dating you
preference summary: what dating them is like.
content warnings: none
fandom: jujutsu kaisen
characters: gojo, choso, nanami
gender neutral reader
anon request
Satoru Gojo: Dating Gojo is dating someone who's emotionally closed off initially. He's there wanting to get to know you, but it takes several months before he's emotionally available to start letting you in that way. But he's also someone who breaths a sense of adventure into your life. Whether you're someone who takes risks or not, he'll bring out some new area of risk taking you never knew you had. He pushes you out of your comfort zone slightly, taking you on date nights with the new things he'd like to do, even if it's just trying the new bakery down the street. He loves spoiling you the further into your dating life, with his love and his money. You're not in the relationship for his money, something you stressfully tell him all the time, but he always reassures you that he loves spending his money on you. He almost wishes that you were able to catch his soft smile when he spends money on something you were always excited to have, but still loving watching your face light up with happiness when he gives you the gift. You also draw out the quiet side in him, allowing him the space of another person to take deep breaths and relax, allowing the loudness in his mind to finally quiet down. Dating him is like embers in a fire, sparking with romance and thrilling love, but able to have moments of calm between those thrilling adventures.
Choso Kamo: Choso is one of the sweetest of sweetest people around, dating him is like surrounding yourself with love. He's a quiet lover, with a tendency to follow your lead with romance and dating. He puts in effort though when he gets the hang of the dating world. He treats you with the best intentions, he gives his all in making sure you feel loved by him. Dating Choso is the honeymoon phase of the relationship every day for the rest of your life. Sure, you have your rough days and arguments happen, but you'll always come back to the honeymoon phase aspect of your relationship. Choso always thinks of you whenever he's in a store. If he sees something that he thinks you'll like or enjoy, he buys it for you. He memorizes what you like to drink, and he'll pick that up for you as well on his way past a coffee shop. He loves to spend mornings with you cuddling, his favorite way to begin the day. It's his favorite way of spending time with you, curled up and warm under the blankets. It makes it hard to leave in the morning, always feeling bad when he pouts when you move him off you. Dating Choso is like seeing the distant city lights in the evening at the top of the ferris wheel. The peaceful breeze that lingers over your hair and the warm feeling of the person next to you. It's the rush of love every time you're with each other.
Kento Nanami: Oh Kento, the greenest flag of all men around. Dating him is being seen, seen in such a way that feels so intimate, intimate with only a few months into the relationship. You can feel safe around him, and he's willing to take things slow if that's what you'd like. He takes dating at your pace, listening to what you need and want in a relationship. He just asks to be treated with the same respect. Dating him feels comfortable, not in the way that's terrifying either. It's the safety that means you can see a future with him. You are both easy going lovers, meeting in the middle to figure out what to do for dates. He's someone who loves scheduling a designated day and time for every week, ensuring that date and time worked for the both of you. He loves taking you to a romantic restaurant, loving when you guys get to the point of being regulars there. (And yes, everyone swoons when the see how you treat each other, seeing the love in one another's eyes.) But he's also willing to try something new, as long as it's with you. Dating Nanami is like the fresh scent of coffee in the morning, filling your nostrils with the scent of familiarity. Comfort in the romance and love of one another, always knowing how each other takes coffee in the morning, and rushing in the morning to make the other the coffee.
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Fast Food: Childhood
Been meaning to write this one for a while, it's pretty short, enjoy!
My parents once went to a fortune-teller, an Oracle. One of a long line of truthsayers. They asked a dozen questions, about their heirs, about their fates, about their lives. The Oracle had only one thing to say.
“One of your children will bring about the deaths of your entire people.”
I was 6 years old, then. Just one of the dozen children they'd sired. Breeding pairs were rare amongst my people, and so they'd done their duty and popped out as many of us as they could. The result? They hadn't the slightest idea which of us the prophecy referred to.
So they loved us all the same.
Some days I wish they hadn't. Some days I wished they lined us all up and dropped us into a chasm. Some days I wish that prophecy hadn't been fulfilled. At least, not by me.
I loved my parents, much as any child could. I loved their gentle fingers on my head, their chidings and praise, their care. I loved them even as it became clear I was not their perfect child, and loved them some more. I suppose it had to count for something, that they tried their best to reciprocate.
There were just too many of us to be raised by two hands alone. My younger siblings were distributed amongst childless couples, but I was second-oldest, and that came with certain privileges. Privileges like being ignored in favour of my elder sibling, being considered no more than an irritant, and being put through the rigorous trainings of the spare.
Do not take me for a whiner, however. I am grateful for the warmth in my life, and that I was considered worthy of being trained, if only as an understudy. I spent my childhood chafing at favouritism and clamouring for the slightest bit of attention, but I did have good memories, and that is more than some can say.
Those were the days. Lazing beneath the Paliodaen sun, thieving sweets from unsuspecting vendors, tuning out the droning of my tutor. I think, perhaps, I was happiest then, without the weight of destiny hanging above me.
Yet, perhaps time has softened the lash of the belt for every wrong question. Perhaps my rose tinted glasses have coloured my tears pink. Perhaps, if you were to toss me back into the waves of the past, I would weep just as much as I had the day I discovered I would be the death of everyone I loved.
'Tis no matter, to tell the truth. No chronomancer can drag me back to those ages, so long ago they were. My childhood lies in the lands of dragons, of false-mages and of my people, all of which have been lost forever.
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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 11
Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz
Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)
Setting: Camp Crystal Lake
The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.
I couldn't remain in the cabin with all the commotion going on outside. I already heard Joel addressing the situation as I got myself together and hurried out the door, reaching for a paint brush as a prop for good measure.
Ralph stood there in the same clothes I'd seen him in the other day, gripping the rusted handles of his bicycle as he glared at Joel.
“I told the others!” The old man said, “They didn't believe me. Don't you care about your people here?” Ralph’s glare doubled down, “You're doomed! You're all doomed!”
“You can't keep doing this,” Joel said to him. “I'm going to have to call the sheriff the next time-”
“There won't be a next time!” He motioned with a crooked, boney finger. “Not if you stay!”
“Alright.” Joel removed the cell phone from his pocket and began to dial, though Ralph quickly hopped on his bike and struggled to take off into the woods - again.
“What's with this guy?” I grumbled, looking at Joel first and then to Sandra who leaned an arm on Jeff’s shoulder.
“He's a real prophet of doom,” Jeff said, smirking as he shook his head.
“And the cops hauled us in.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “But not that creep.”
“I'll call up the local department and let them know he's been hanging around,” Joel assured all of us. He wiggled his iPhone and nodded, “Let's get back to work.”
My eyes met Joel's and we shared a subtle smile before returning to the cabin. When I went to dive back in, his lips met mine but he pulled back and rested his hands on my waist. A lazy grin lingered on his face.
“Why don't we agree to meet back here after dinner tonight?” Joel suggested, “We can have a little privacy. I should probably be keeping a closer eye on things, anyway.”
“That's fair.” I nodded closed my eyes when he pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled when he playfully kissed down my neck and then back to my lips.
“I'm giving people one last night on the town, so maybe we can have a few drinks, I'll come back and make my rounds and then we could agree to ten o'clock?”
“I'll be here at 9:45.”
Joel chuckled and pecked my lips again. “Alright. I'm going to chase down Ralph and call it in, then I'll be back to help you paint.”
When three o'clock rolled around I felt the muscles aching in my sunburned arms. “No wonder Mr. Myagi had the Karate Kid painting all the time,” I said when I met up with Sandra down by the lake. We both stripped off our t-shirts, sporting bathing suits beneath them. “That was an arm workout.”
Sandra tossed her shirt and did some arm circles, shrugging her shoulders each time she did. “You're telling me. I'm wiped out.” She hurried onto the dock ahead of me and began a tiptoed jog down the length of it before diving into the cool water.
I trailed my new friend, following her lead as I, too, didn't waste time jumping into the lake. Mine was more of a pencil dive.
“I'm joining you!” I heard Teri call out when I resurfaced. She ditched her shorts and tank top on the beach sand to reveal her tye-dye bikini and came sprinting down the dock. Her petite body managed a giant cannon ball, causing Sandra and I to laugh when water splashed over us.
“Perfect 10!” Sandra shouted.
The boys joined in soon after, leaving Vicki and Mark at the edge of the lake where she doused his broad shoulders with lake water. He didn't seem to mind as their flirtation continued.
My heart ached for Joel, even though I was having plenty of fun splashing around in the water with everyone. When he finally appeared through the trees, a heat rose in my chest.
“Coming in?” Scott asked when Joel made his way down the dock.
“Not right now.” Joel grinned and put his hands on his hips.
“Forget your Speedo?” Ted asked.
“I have my pink one on under these,” Joel teased back, toying with the fabric on his cargo shorts. I giggled along with the rest of them.
“No, I'm actually here to let you know that if you'd like one more night on the town, tonight's the night; at least until mid summer when we have a week break to prepare for the second session.”
“A night out, I'm in!” Sandra said right away.
Jeff slicked back his hair, “I'm in, too. What kind of nightlife does this town have?”
“A couple dive bars,” I told him with a laugh.
“There is that place on the water on the opposite side of the lake.”
“The Casino Bar?” I asked.
“You have a casino here?” Sandra asked.
“Not quite,” I said with a laugh, “That's just the name of it.”
“It's a semi dive,” Joel said with a laugh. “Good views though.”
“I'm in,” Sandra repeated.
Teri scrunched her nose, “As much as I might regret it, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to stay back and get to bed early.”
Scott pretended to yawn, “I'm sorta tired myself.” He smiled at the still-uninterested Teri, “Think I'll stick around, too.”
“I'm going,” Ted raised his hand.
“You driving?” Joel joked.
“Ehhhh…” He made a face.
“Mark?” Vicki turned to him and smiled, “Do you want to go?”
He made a face. “Nothing spoils a party faster than a drunk in a wheelchair.”
“That's crap.” She shook her head, “I'll take care of you. We can go together.”
“I think I'd rather stay in.”
She wore a little grin, “Would you mind my company?”
Mark smiled back. “I wouldn't mind at all.”
“(Y/N)?” Joel looked right at me.
“Yeah, sounds like fun.”
“Okay, then it's settled.”
Ted cleared his throat, “I think our wanderers should drive us.” He motioned to Jeff and Sandra, “They caused the uproar over here with the cops, and-”
Jeff swam a few feet over and dunked him under the water. When Ted came back up for air he never opened his eyes but continued trying to make his point about Jeff driving. Jeff dunked him again.
I couldn't help but laugh. This group felt like they were my people. I had only been around them for a short time but we all seemed to click.
“What time, boss?” Jeff asked, finally letting go of Ted.
“You want to leave here around seven?”
“Early bird special,” Ted continued to tease him, “The old man gets tired around nine.”
“Seven is fine!” Sandra shouted over him.
“Don't make me change my mind,” Joel shot back with a lopsided grin, pointing at Ted.
“Teddy!” Sandra shouted and Jeff dunked him again.
I looked up at Joel and he gave a wink, mouthing the words, “Ten o'clock,” and holding up all ten fingers.
I smirked and nodded before he bid everyone a temporary farewell and headed back through the trees towards the main cabin.
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Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 3/6
Part 1 Part 2
Dominik is so annoying in this 😫
Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.
Enjoy!
Székesfehérvár. Dominik's hometown. A small community located about a forty minute drive from Budapest. Although Székesfehérvár was far from as vibrant as the city of Budapest. The town looked more like a prehistoric gathering place for Lords and Dukes of the 1800th century. A place where the sun didn't look out from behind the clouds. A place that probably only had one unanimous shopping center where kids would lurk around what they believed to be a modern hang out.
"Uh, Dominik...?" You were skeptically looking out of the car window. A friend of his let you borrow it for as long as you were staying in Hungary.
"Yeah, babe?" Dominik's eyes left the road, turning to you.
"Can you tell me about your family again?"
"My family?"
"Yeah, like your siblings and stuff." It would be your first time meeting them. You wanted to know what kind of people you were dealing with, perhaps they were also as close-minded as Dominik's parents?
"Well, my younger brother plays football just like me."
"Really, in which league, Bundesliga?"
He chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He said but did not seize to laugh. "Let's just say my brother is still muturing when it comes to playing professional football."
Whatever that meant, you thought.
"My sister, on the other hand, you'll like her."
"I will?" You perked up.
"Yes, she's very much into fashion and that poet culture shit that you like."
"Wow, you just made me sound like the wokest black girl you've ever been with."
The creases in his eyes widened when he smiled. "Because you are the wokest black girl I've ever been with."
"Dominik, I'm the only black girl you've ever been with."
"True." He nodded and leaned over for a kiss.
You pressed your lips against his. "Idiot."
After a few more minutes in the car, Dominik pulled up to a lovely little home on the outskirts of the town. Your heart pounded in your chest once you realized that this was it. You were meeting his parents.
Dominik walked ahead of you towards the house. You had preferred to hold his hand. Nevertheless, with a knock on the door, he stepped back to stand next to you, waiting in anticipation for...
"Nikki!"
The door flung open, and a child sprung out of the house straight into Dominik's arms.
"You're home, Nikki, you're home!"
"I told you I was coming." Dominik twirled the boy around in his arms. They looked awfully alike, with the same carved cheeks and jet black hair.
"Benedek, who is at the door?"
With all of the commotion a woman appered, eyes wide at the sight of...
"Nikki? Nem tudom elhinni!" (Nikki, I can't believe it!)
"Anya!" (Mom!)
It was a heart-felt reunion. With Dominik putting down his little brother to embrace his mother.
"Mit csinálsz itt?" (What are you doing here?)
It was interesting. You had picked up a few Hungarian words after three years with Dominik. However, compared to his little brother, you understood nothing of what was coming out of his mother's mouth. She had a very thick accent.
"Benedek, is that you bringing cold air into my house?"
A loud thud came from inside the house. It got louder and louder until a large figure took up the door frame. A man, Dominik's father, appeared.
"Nikki?"
He wasted no time, rushing down the steps to greet his son. Dominik's feet left the ground as his father embraced him.
"Nem tudom elhinni!" (I can't believe it.)
His father's accent was also a very thick one, utterly incomprehensible to your ears.
"Hey?" You hissed. You were standing to the side, observing Dominik's heartfelt welcome home when there was a tugg at your skirt. Looking down, a pair of green eyes were staring back at you in wonder. Dominik's little brother.
"Are you my brother's friend?" He asked.
"No." You said in the most disgraceful attempt to speak Hungarian. "I'm not your brothers friend, I'm his...."
"Anya, Apa." (Mom, dad.) Dominik interrupted. With that, all eyes were on you now. "Szeretném, ha találkozna, Y/N, a személyi asszisztensemmel." (I would like for you to meet, Y/N, my personal assistant.)
As oblivious as you were, the mentioning of your name could only mean that this was your queue. "Hello!" You smiled. "It's very nice to meet you all."
Dominik turned to his parents, translating what you just said. They looked at you skeptically but nodded approvingly.
"Egy fekete?" (A black?) His dad scuffed. "Csak illőnek tűnik." (Seems only fitting.)
"Zsolt." His mother frowned, slapping Dominik's father in the arm.
All you could do was keep smiling.
"Cacsorára marad, úgyhogy viselkedjünk." (She's staying for dinner, so let's behave.)
"Yes, yes." His father muttered and gestured for Dominik's little brother to return inside with them.
You turned to Dominik, your only source of security in that moment.
"They like you." He smiled.
"Really?"
"Yes, let's head inside."
A sense of relief washed over you. You and Dominik were invited inside and were quickly ushered into the kitchen. It was obvious that Dominik missed his mother's cooking because he ate more than he does at home, and so did you. His mother was an excellent cook, offering delicious Hungarian dishes.
"Ugh, I think I'm going to explode." You said, having made it to the top of the staircase.
"Me too." Dominik groand. He carried your bags despite his swollen tummy, and for that, he deserved to be rewarded.
"What are you doing?"
You had gone to wrap your arms around his neck. However, Dominik flinched as you did. The first time, he has ever done such a thing.
"I...I just wanted to..." You were taken aback. A heavy lump clogging your throat.
"Baby." Dominik whispered. Why was he whispering? it wasn't late, his family were still downstairs watching TV. "Baby I'm sorry." He saw the hurt in your eyes. I didn't mean to...." There was nothing that could be said, the damage was already done.
"Nikki, is everything alright?"
There was movement at the bottom of the staircase, Dominik's mother, on her way up.
"Megmutattad vendégünknek a szobáját?" (Have you shown our guest her room?)
Dominik scratched the back of his neck. "No Anya, I was just about to."
"Rendben, szólj, ha kell neki valami." (Alright, you tell me if she needs anything.)
"Sure, mom, I will."
His mother gave you a friendly smile before returning downstairs. However, you were still in a bit of a shocked state to return it.
"I'll show you were you'll sleep." Dominik mumbled and made his way down the hall expecting you to follow him. You did, but only because you needed answers.
"Like I said, my parents are a little bit old school...." Dominik stop before a small room. You poked your head in to see that there was only one single sized bed.
"Um, what's this?"
Dominik sighed. "Y/N, let's not make a big deal of it. We're only staying for two nights."
"Yes, but..." You had no words. "You've got to be kidding me, though? We are sleeping together in the same room, right?"
No answer.
"Right, Dominik?"
He grabbed your bags and entered the room, placing them on the bed. You refused to move an inch, waiting for him to return. However, all he said was, "I'm sorry." And kissed your cheek before disappearing down the hall. You were left with more questions than answers, the biggest one being, "What the fuck was wrong with your boyfriend?"
Part 1 Part 2
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#football angst#dominik szoboszlai x reader#dominik szoboszlai x black reader#dominik szoboszlai imagine#dominik szoboszlai#dominik x reader#liverpool fc
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The thing about the “Star Wars Hotel” is I just cannot understand why they didn’t just build a regular hotel that was Star Wars themed
Like it still looks like a space ship and the staff act like you’re on a space ship and they could even still have walk around actors hanging out. There could be little play rooms with lightsaber training or a cockpit with buttons you could press or a brig.
There could be a restaurant with Star Wars food, it could even be a buffet for breakfast and lunch and table service for dinner. There could even be a dinner show!
It could’ve had all the things this “interactive hotel” had except it’s also. Just a hotel. You’re not limited to two days two nights nor are you forced to stay in there pretty much the whole time. You can come and go as you please and also not pay $6000 minimum
The characters could have storylines or there could be Easter eggs hidden around the hotel. The characters could even preform scenes during certain times of day and maybe the scenes switch week to week so there’s enough variety for people who are insane and want to stay at this still definitely ridiculously expensive hotel for two weeks straight.
But if you’re not into that It’s just a hotel. You can just stay in Star Wars themed hotel and enjoy your vacation without LARPing
Just why didn’t they do that? It would’ve made way more money in the long run and not have been shut down after 18 months. And maybe Jenny Nicholson could’ve eaten her dinner without being haunted by the specter of The Pole!
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AND I AM BACK TO THE FIC REC GRIND BABY...Hope you enjoy them and give love to all the authors <3
Short fics:
he slips in to relieve the pain by weeb_grass (M, 3.3k, Complete)
Yuuji cannot sleep now that he's got another soul picking at him from within his own mind.
Megumi keeps replaying the moment Sukuna ripped his friend's heart out.
Both find ways to cope with the pain of emotional manipulation.
"You stupid boy, Sukuna whispered into the deep crevices of Yuuji’s heart. You stupid, love-sick boy."
My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse (T, 8.1k, Complete)
“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!”
Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.”
(or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.)
PS: this one for all the people (me) who LOVEE Megumi absolutely loathing Junpei for no reason except the fact Yuuji befriends him (sorry Junpei)
kiss me not him by tamarsilan (T, 9.4k , Complete)
Still, her mouth had nearly hung open in shock at the news.
“Junpei and I are dating,” Itadori had said with a smile on her face, holding up her and Yoshino’s intertwined hands. In their shared college dorm, Yoshino’s socked toes had dragged against their carpet, unsure. Fushiguro had been glad that she was sitting at the time. Between her hands the bunny-adorned coffee mug, Itadori had made her, threatened to shatter
Or: Fushiguro Megumi and the five stages of grief
Conbini Kisses by Anonymous (T, 2.1k, Complete)
Itadori’s anger, Megumi can deal with. His silence, however, is torture.
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Now they’ve reconnected, Fushiguro and Itadori have a much needed conversation.
The Brotherly Code by awkwardtypeos (T, 2.8k, Complete)
He sighs heavily, and looks his best friend dead in the eye, and finally delivers the news. “You cannot court Fushiguro. He is not worthy of you. I must ask you to put a stop to this.”
Itadori blinks at him once, twice, several times, and then absolutely squawks, high-pitched and certainly not manly, “W-what do you mean? Todo that’s-that’s none of your business!"
sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle (T, 3.1k, Complete)
Itadori needs touched, and Megumi needs to heal
Long Fics:
you may bury my body by movequickly (M, 32.9k, Complete)
In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru.
PS: I could not sleep for 3 whole days after reading this...this fic is intense i won't lie, the gojo and yuuji scenes are hard to swallow, gojo and geto scenes even more but all in all this also feels like a love letter to Yuuji
Saving You by earthtodora (T, 73k, Ongoing)
Yuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku. When he wakes up in the infirmary, he finds that he's in the past, before the events of the Culling Game, and the Shibuya Incident. Yuji must try to avoid making the same mistakes, and find a way to defeat the King of Curses and save the people he cares about. But first, he must find a way to deal with his own trauma and come to terms with the future he left behind.
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"Sensei," Yuji spoke up suddenly, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts.
Gojo looked over at him.
"Yes, Yuji?"
"I want you to kill me."
tears of a tiger (there is no night without dawn) by rugbratz (T, 53.9k, Completed)
Yuuji understands that most people in his situation would be excited for the promise of tomorrow and what it may bring. But that’s not him. Yuuji can’t even begin to explain the conglomeration of emotions that he feels, but he knows that all of them are horrible and that he’s not ready. He never is.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#itafushi#yuji itadori#jjk itadori#megumi fushiguro#jjk megumi#fushiita#jujutsu megumi#megumi x yuuji#itadori x fushiguro#itafushi fic recs#fushiita fic recs#fic rec list#fic recs#ao3 fic recs#fic rec
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hello kuya box, just wanted to pop in and ask how you're doing :) I've been (im)patiently waiting for yuri comeback news so I can finally get into her more :<)
Fluffy question for you:
Imagine you and Yuri are in school together. You're both in the same friend group and you've had a secret crush on her for years now. While you're hanging out with your friends, you suddenly find yourself alone with her. Despite your anxiety, the moment just feels right - how would you confess to her?
have a yuri :)
hi 0cta9on! everyone and their moms on the edge of their seats for that cb i get it GJKSHFJKDHSGKJSFHJK but we gotta let her cook!! :DDDD
also i keep getting requests and ideas for this general plot LMAO i'll get to that draft eventually! in the meantime please enjoy this short thingy ehe
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It's been about forty minutes now, and nearly everyone is rolling around in the grass of the Sunken Garden. The admin should be kicking people out right now, but for some reason, nobody hears your friends' racket, allowing you free reign for as long as nobody comes near enough. It's strange that you have the free real estate all to yourself, but you're not one to complain. Finals were tough on everybody, and by the looks of it, you and your friends most of all.
Hanbin and Jeongin are locked in a verbal argument, threatening to turn physical soon. Somi yaps on with Chaeryeong off to the side, spilling their drinks on the soil and forming puddles of intoxicating mud in the ground. And finally, Ryujin lies face down in the grass, true to character, and the sheer fact that it's Ryujin silences any alarms that she might be in danger that would have otherwise started blaring in your head.
All that's left is you and Yuri, sitting on a nearby tree root, watching the scenes unfold by the light of a streetlamp infested with moths. She eyes each one lazily, from the fight, to the gossip, to Ryujin who is most probably not dead, as she sips beer from her bottle and punctuates the swig with a relief-filled "ahhh."
Her beauty is mesmerizing, from her half-lidded eyes, to the way her hair perfectly frames her face, to how her lips curl with each sip she takes of her drink. It's nothing like anyone has ever seen before, or, at least not the way you've seen her. It doesn't help that the moon, full as can be, shines its borrowed light as if only on her, like a spotlight to the main character of a soap opera.
It must be the alcohol; it must be. There's not a single reason in the world that you feel the way you feel right now. Never mind that it's bad tonight, never mind that she's so pretty, never mind that this is the first chance you've ever had alone with her, never mind that it might also be the last...
Your heart pounds nearly as hard as your head throbs in search of water. Everything is wrong, and there's only one way to make it right. Lie to yourself, "it's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." Kick yourself mentally: you know it's not.
"Yuri," you say tentatively. Part of you wishes she'd heard and would turn your way, the rest of you prays she didn't.
"Yeah?" Look over to her, find her gaze still glued to the various comical sights in front of the both of you. She smiles at her friends' antics, and she smiles to you. Your eyes make contact, and you swear you've never felt more honest — honest and vulnerable.
"It's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." It repeats like a broken record in your head. You try your damnedest to convince yourself it's only the alcohol, that she's just that pretty tonight, that she's just that pretty every night the past ten years you've known her. This isn't anything special. This is just plain old Yuri. Nothing more, nothing less.
Just Yuri.
"N-nothing. Nice night out, huh?" You realize you're staring, and you avoid her eyes. Take a panicked sip of your own beer, but, fuck, did you make it look not-panicked?
"Yeah, it is. Really is." Yuri places her head on your shoulder and sighs all the air out her lungs. Her eyes flutter shut as she fills her lungs again with a crisp night breeze. By accident, you swear by accident, the fragrance of her hair enters your nostrils, and you take in the comfort of her being plainly close to you.
And just like that, you fail again. Your feelings stay tightly locked in a box, buried deep in the recesses of your heart. Who knows when they'll surface, or if they ever will.
Fuck it. This is enough. More than, even. This is Yuri.
Just Yuri. Nothing more. Nothing less.
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Unbottle Your Emotions
Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 2)
Part 1 | Part 2
Ahoy, here with Part 2 of this series. Quick A/N that if Apoo is ooc, I don't care. This story is about Eustass Kid :3
Enjoy ^-^
"Yo yo yo! How are my favourite non-party people doing?"
"Hi Apoo," you greeted the DJ who slung his long arms around you and Hawkins.
Apoo's the extrovert friend that adopted you and Hawkins. At first, you didn't understand why he decided to hang around you guys until he admitted he felt excluded by the social crowd in school. You and Hawkins had let him be a part of the conversation and he liked being around you guys after getting to know you. He invited both of you to a few of his parties but then realized you weren't party people, hence the nickname.
"Greetings Scratchman, are you planning to join us for lunch?" Hawkins asked Apoo while you closed your locker.
"You know it," Apoo replied and took his arms off your shoulders, aware you didn't like physicalness for too long. "Where we heading?"
"We're going to the vegan restaurant Hawkins wanted to try," you answer as the three of you head out of the school.
"What?" Apoo look at you dumbfounded. "I thought you didn't like that stuff [N/n]."
"[Y/n] had been partnered with Eustass in English and their last conversation left her not wanting to face the redhead again, so she asked me to get her stuff and we're going to the restaurant as her returning the favour," Hawkins explained to Apoo.
"Oh, you're partnered with Kid?" Apoo looked to you for a response. Seeing you only nod, made him switch topics. "... Hm, to the restaurant we go. What's going to be served there anyway? Salads?"
"You are aware vegans eat more than just vegetables," Hawkins stated with an unamused expression, though to those who pass by, he still kept the same face.
"My bad." Apoo held up his hands in defence. "But you can't blame a guy for thinking vegans just eat rabbit food."
Hawkins would've glared at the DJ if not for you giggling, seeing you amused made him let it slide for now. "Rest assured, there are a variety of dishes you'll be able to choose from."
"We'll see about that," you said.
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"Yo, the coconut cheese nachos were da bomb!" Apoo exclaimed as he exited the restaurant. "Who knew vegan food taste so good!"
"Ehhh, I still prefer my burgers," you teased the blond who held the door.
"I'm at least grateful you gave it a try, even if it was for paying back a favour," Hawkins said, letting the door close and joining your side.
"Yeah, yeah." You waved it off.
Your mood has picked up since this morning, practically forgetting what had happened in the first place. You suppose you could thank Apoo for his infectious upbeat vibe. Despite how annoying he can be, it's nice to have someone who can distract you from stressful things in life.
"Next time I'm picking where we eat!" Apoo declared walking backwards in front of you and Hawkins.
"Sure, do me a favour sometime and we'll go." You smiled. "Just as long as it's not you trynna sneak us into a club with a bar again."
"Aw right!" Apoo threw his arm up. "Trust me guys when I say, you are gonna love- Oof!" He stumbled forward when he bumped into something, or rather, someone.
"Watch where you're going," a blue-haired guy said.
"Yo-" Apoo turned around, his defensive mode switched on. "Maybe if you didn't stand around blocking the sidewalk I wouldn't have to," he "countered".
You deadpanned, it's not the first you've seen Apoo puff his pride to where you can hardly tell the difference between him and a barking chihuahua, it just gets old after so many times. Perhaps this attitude of his is the main reason he's excluded from the social crowd at school. Though, it never bothered you much since you knew it wasn't real beef, and Hawkins... tolerated it? Well, he never brought it up so you can only assume as much.
Hawkins rolled his eyes and passed by the two. "Leave it, Scratchman."
"Come on, Apoo." You walked by him and patted the other's shoulder. "Sorry about him."
"Yo, can't you see I'm not the one at fault here?" Apoo questioned you guys.
"People who don't watch their surroundings get killed." The guy glared at Apoo, and that's when you recognized who this guy was. He's Heat from Kid's gang, which means the rest are nearby.
No... no no no. You already didn't want to bump into Kid again, being in range of his anger is so much worse. The thought alone caused stress to weigh on your mind. Haistly, you spun on your heels.
"You threatening me or some- hey!" Apoo didn't finish when you grabbed his arm and scrambled to get away. "Ayo, what gives [Y/n]?"
"Go. Go! Before-"
"What's the going on here?"
Fear ceased your haste, and colour drained from your skin. You knew the voice belonged to Kid before you turned around, though it didn't surprise you that the rest of his crew followed in company. Seems like they came out of one of the restaurants.
"Nuh- nothing! My friend just accidentally bumped into your buddies, sorry about that." You bow to show your respect as you apologize, nudging Apoo to do the same.
"What? I ain't apologizing." Apoo frowned at you.
Kid got ready to pick a bone when he saw you throw a deadly glare at Scratchman while gripping the guy's arm and not two seconds later it had Scratchman saying sorry. He eyed you, intrigued, the actions you just displayed shined a different side of you he had not seen in English class. You gave off the impression you were an academic scatterbrain, then he found out you listen to metal which confused him. You seemed too submissive and agreeable to be into something so hardcore. That glare you threw at Apoo told another story. You were strange, he couldn't figure you out. Perhaps there's more to uncover.
Kid narrowed his eyes at you as if staring at a puzzle. "You should hang out with other classmates, [L/n]."
"It's not like anyone else wants to be around me," you muttered to yourself, not knowing Kid picked it up. "We'll be leaving now, have a good day Eustass." You flashed a soft smile at him.
Little did you know the effect your smile would have on Kid would start something.
#one piece#one piece x reader#eustass x reader#eustass kid x reader#one piece eustass#eustass kid#kidd x reader#eustass kid x you#eustass kid x y/n#x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#platonic basil hawkins#unbottle your emotions
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hey-ya ! thought i’d do an actual ad for this since it’s a neat way to get closer to people in this community 💪
we have a discord server !!
House of Redacted !!
it’s 18+, but generally sfw. anybody who’s an adult is welcome :]
-> why join?
it’s not a big community, so you’ll be able to get to know people pretty well. there’s a patreon role you can nab to discuss patreon stuff together ! also, we have a custom qotd related to redacted that’s pretty fun (and popular)!
-> do i need to verify?
no! i trust that people respect the 18+ rule. the adults only thing is purely for comfort & whatnot. no disrespect intended <3
-> can i get that link, my friend?
certainly ! https://discord.gg/9vVs2UwYgy
thanks for any interest and hope you’re doin well! 🤲
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@clevenhq and I are on a roll ‼️
Going right back to emo Gale but it’s Extrovert Emo!Gale and his introvert Normal boyfriend!john
Gale and John who are in high school (shocking!) but Gale is the life of the party, constantly going out and hanging out with everyone he meets, he can make friends at the drop of a hat, but he really lets loose with his fellow alternative friends. And then there’s John who’s kind of a shut in, prefers spending time at home and being away from people as a date. He enjoys sports, watching the game on Saturdays and working on cars. He’s not a nerd, he just doesn’t like being around people.
Gale tries to drag John out with him and his friends every chance he gets, it’s normally met with a no but on the rare chance bucky will say yes. Mostly because he goes over to gales while he’s getting ready and decides to go as “protection”. He just doesn’t want anyone hitting on him
Gale is overly friendly which leads to people thinking he’s flirting, which in-tales him being grossed out when he does get hit on
“omg i think he was flirting with you🤭🤭”
“ew no tf i was just asking what you’re drinking to see if my bf would like it”
Gale would much rather make out with his boyfriend in the corner than entertain those people
Do go along twin posted a Drabble 🔥🔥
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Project: Killcode
batfamily + oc insert
tw: none
wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!
want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!
bentley is so clueless about like everything and it kind of makes me happy and sad 🫠 fun fact this boy has never seen two people kiss on the lips apart from movies, he has absolutely no idea what a healthy romantic relationship looks like lmao
part three
❝ MAFIA FAMILY (PT 2) ❞
SUNDAY — JULY 15 — 1:48PM
BENTLEY HAD BEEN STARING AT TWO PIECES OF A TORN NAPKIN FOR WAY TOO LONG.
Call me! One said, followed by a phone number and the name: Vera.
Text me, said the other, with a number and the name: Layla <3.
Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Why do you think she put a heart on it?”
Asten, Jason, Dick, Tim, Steph, Duke, Damian, and Cass hardly batted an eye away from their intense game of Mario Kart. (Bentley was terrible at Mario Kart. Hence why he was staring at a napkin instead. Plus, only eight players could go at once. He didn’t mind.)
It was the day after the gala, which was commonly considered a lazy dayaround the Manor. Bentley enjoyed it very much, just hanging out with his family. Everyone was rocking sweats, and they had all slept through breakfast in favor of gorging on terribly unhealthy snacks, which was fun. (And probably giving Alfred a bunch of grey hairs.)
Jason, Damian, Duke, and Cass were sitting on the long sofa, while Steph, Tim, Dick, Bentley, and Asten took up spots on the floor around the coffee table. They also had a string of movies lined up to watch later, one of them being Bentley’s favorite, the Outsiders. (Dick always pulled it out after Bentley had an attack or a rough day, he realized, which was nice.)
“She’s a teenage girl. She probably thinks it’s cute,” Jason shrugged, leaning forward and focusing hard, his fingers moving impossibly fast on the controller. His white streak was hanging down toward his eyes and he kept blowing it away. “Girls love all that stuff.”
“Or she thinks you’re cute,” Asten added. Bentley scrunched his face up, glaring across the coffee table at him. He was too busy winning the race to see it.
Bentley looked over at Steph. “Steph? You’re a girl.”
She snorted, pushing one of her French brains behind her shoulders. “I mean, I used to sign my name with a heart, so I guess that’s a possibility.”
Oh. So it was normal?
“But also, when I dated Tim, I-“
A throw pillow nailed Steph right in the face before she could continue, so hard she fell over in the floor.
“Ow!”
“We are not going there,”
“They probably just want to be friends with you. You should text them,” Dick suggested. He was focusing so hard on the game that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. “If you want to.” He added quickly.
“You should totally text them,” Asten piped up.
Bentley looked back down at the numbers. “What am I supposed to say?”
“Something like, hey, it’s Bentley, I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other night,” Duke said, actually taking a second to flick his eyes over to Bentley momentarily. “So they know you’re not just doing it to check a box.”
Jason scoffed. “Or you can just say hey instead of being a suck-up.”
“Maybe hey, it’s Bentley. So they have a little context,” Dick suggested.
Bentley sighed heavily. Why was this so confusing and difficult?
“Context is for losers,” Jason replied.
“Is that why I never know what you’re texting about?” Tim rebuddled, and Jason retaliated by shooting something at him on the game.
Dick looked over at Bentley, flashing a soft smile, blue eyes shining. “Just say what you want to say, kiddo. There’s no right or wrong way to do it.”
“Except cussing them out,” Steph added. Damian rolled his eyes at her, or maybe at the whole situation in general.
“If it were me, I would not text them at all. They were being rambunctious and interruptive during an important gala,” Damian muttered. His eyes were trained on the screen in a freakishly unmoving way. He was in second place.
“Some people like having friends,” Tim replied.
Damian scoffed, and Tim’s vehicle got shot at again.
“Whoa, no one told me we were playing Mario Kart,”
A chorus of grumbles and unhappy mutterings came with the appearance of Bruce’s voice.
Bentley glanced up, smiling lightly at him when he walked into the den in a t-shirt and pajama pants, something very out of the norm for Bruce Wayne. He caught Bentley’s eyes and smiled back, gray irises gleaming just like Dick’s did. (Bentley never would’ve thought Dick was adopted if he hadn’t been told, really.)
“That’s because you’re the worst Mario Kart player in history,” Jason mumbled, taking Damian’s second place spot, which caused a barrage of weapon firing to come his way.
Bruce looked appalled as he sauntered over toward the coffee table and couch. “I am not,” He muttered, ruffling Bentley’s hair on the way by. “Hey, chum. How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” Bentley shrugged, glancing down at the napkin pieces. “Trying to decide whether to text those girls or not.”
“From the gala? What were their names?”
Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Vera and Layla.”
Bruce hummed in acknowledgment, shoving himself between Dick and Jason on the couch. “I think that would be nice.”
Bentley said nothing, but instead, pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it on the coffee table, screen up.
He guessed hey, it’s Bentley sounded best.
“Should I text them in a group?”
He got varying answers of yes, no, and whatever makes you comfortable. Which wasn’t very helpful in the slightest.
So, he settled on it. He opened his messages, added both Vera and Layla’s numbers to a group, and texted: hey, it’s Bentley.
And for some reason, he suddenly wanted to chuck his phone across the room and into a pit of lava, so instead of destroying a perfectly good device, he turned it off and tossed it on one of the chairs sitting behind him.
“He threw the phone. That means he did it!” Steph half-squeaked in excitement, even though Bentley knew she hadn’t even been looking at him. He swore everyone in the family had more than two eyes.
Not much was said besides a muted woohoo from Asten, which, honestly, could’ve been directed toward the game. Bentley was glad for it. Actually texting these girls was awkward enough as it was.
Not thirty seconds later, Bentley’s phone started ringing.
He felt eyes on him as he moved from the coffee table to grab it, peering down at the caller ID.
Vera.
With a breath in, he grabbed his phone and made his way out of the den.
“Don’t have too much fun, B,” Asten called behind him, and he shook his head, not looking back. He knew everyone was staring.
Why did they make Bentley talking to girls such a big deal? Other than the fact that it was his literal first time taking to girls his age, there was nothing special about it.
When he made it to the top of the stairs, he pressed the green button and put it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Hey! Great timing on your text, our plane just landed,” Vera said, her voice much more cheerful than it had been at the gala. “JFK is a disaster, though. I hate airports.”
“Hey, Bentley!” Came a second voice he recognized as Layla’s.
“Hey,” He replied, walking into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He walked around for a moment, tapping his fingers on his pants awkwardly. “Where… did you fly to?”
“Us? We live in New York City,” Vera replied.
Bentley furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that, like, right next to New Jersey, though? Why’d you fly?”
“If you had the choice of car or plane, wouldn’t you pick plane?”
Bentley shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Exactly,”
Bentley said nothing, but sat down on his bed with a little poof noise.
“How are you today? Better than yesterday?”
“Layla, that’s rude,”
“How is that rude?!”
Bentley snickered lightly. “I’m better than yesterday.”
“That’s good,” Layla replied. “That was scary.”
“Layla!”
“What?!”
“What she means is she’s glad you’re feeling better. And, in my opinion, your powers were awesome,” Vera replied. “I mean, I guess you weren’t having an awesome time, but… they were still cool. Do you control liquid?”
Bentley shrugged. “I guess. At first I thought it was just water, but I‘ve done champagne, and tea, and b-… uh, and… uh, stuff like that.”
“Were you about to say blood? You were totally about to say blood!” Vera exclaimed. “Bentley that’s epic!”
“Not really,” He sighed. “Especially when I lose it like I did last night.”
Or, y’know, when he almost murdered the Secret Keeper by bending her blood.
Crap. Vera.
Bentley tapped his fingers on his pants again. “Can you read minds over the phone?”
He heard them both laugh. “Don’t worry, cowboy, you’re safe unless I’m next to you.”
“Oh,” Bentley breathed. “Good.”
“So; big question,” Vera started. “For you, Wayne.”
He picked at his bedsheets. “Okay?”
“Are the Wayne’s a mafia family? I promise I won’t tell anybody,”
Bentley snickered, bringing his legs up and sitting criss-cross. “What? No.”
Vera grumbled. “Darn it. I thought I finally figured out why you’re all so strange.”
“Strange?” He questioned. “What do you mean strange?”
“Y’know. You stay home a lot, and do business stuff. To be such a high profile family, you’re not in public a ton. Which is weird,”
“And you were calling me rude for asking how he was?” He heard Layla mutter.
Bentley shrugged even though they couldn’t see him. “Well, lots of us are homeschooled or in college. We’re basically either at home or gone.”
Vera hummed. “Homeschooled huh? How boring is that?”
“Vera!”
“Don’t scold me, blondie,”
“I guess it can get a little boring, but it’s not so bad. I like being home with my dad,” Bentley explained, scooting so he was against his headboard. “Sometimes I miss Gotham Academy, though.”
“Really? Why?” Layla asked.
Bentley shrugged. He did miss it, sometimes. It seemed like there was something new at Gotham Academy every day (even without the psycho teacher incident), and at the Manor it was just… the same. Every day.
“I don’t know. We go out and do stuff, but sometimes it just feels like I’m living the same day over and over again,” He explained. “Real school wasn’t like that. Plus, having a teacher talk to you is much more entertaining than just reading from a computer.”
“Sounds dreadful,”
Layla snorted. “You really need to re-think this whole what’s nice and what’s rude thing, V.”
“How old are you?”
Bentley furrowed his brow. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Vera spat.
“I’m turning fourteen in October. I’ll be in ninth grade this fall. Why?”
“Bentley, you should come to our school!” Layla exclaimed loudly, so loud it sounded kind of muffled on the phone, like she was really close to the microphone.
Bentley blinked a few times. “Uh… you live in New York City.”
“Yeah, but our school’s awesome. Our friend Summer’s aunt is the headmistress!” Layla explained.
Vera snickered. “Yeah, it’s a year-round boarding school for metahumans. I’ll send you the link to our website.”
Boarding school. Didn’t that mean the students lived there? Bentley wasn’t so sure about that part, but being in a school where he didn’t have to worry about being a metahuman sounded pretty cool. And, Y’know. Not staring at a computer in the Manor for the rest of his life.
“Okay,” Bentley replied. “I’m not sure about the whole living in New York part, though.”
“I mean, I guess you could drive back and forth every day, but that’d be a lot of car time,”
“Yeah… it sounds cool, though,” He stated, picking at the blankets.
Vera sighed. “Anyways, that mafia question was all I had for ya. We’re about to hop in a taxi. Make sure to look at the website, yeah?”
“Okay,” Bentley replied. “Bye.”
“See ya,”
“Bye, Bentley!”
The call was ended, and before Bentley could even put his phone down, he got a text. A website link.
Redwood Academy for the Gifted.
He hummed lightly, tapping on the link.
Going to a real school again, especially for high school, actually didn’t sound half bad.
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