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magpiepills · 22 days

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Got It Wrong

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x you x Tess

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: you meet two kind strangers when you get to the Boston QZ.

Warnings: SMUT! Alcohol, oral m and f receiving, PIV, fingering, FFM, mention of pant violence/murder, dub con due to alcohol, uncertain reader, reader is in her 20s, no physical description, probably more.

A word from the author: This is a repost! This was my second fic ever and I intended for there to be a second part. It’s mostly finished and just chilling in my docs because it got kinda dark and I wasn’t really sure what to do with it. I may still finish it one day. Y’all can tell me what you think.

The Boston QZ is a hellscape. You’ve always put on a brave face, stoic and bold in the face of everything that has fallen down around you. It’s been a lot, but your resolve has been firm. If you let yourself break even a little, you knew you wouldn’t make it. You had to stay alert here. Maybe the infected weren’t a threat inside the high fences and barbed wire that surrounded the city, but danger remained. People here are desperate and desperate people don’t show any mercy. You didn’t blame them, necessarily, that’s just the way of the world now.

For a long time, living with your family way out in the woods upstate had been something close to normalcy. You had a cabin and a garden and a creek. You had your dad, your sister, a woman your mom had worked with before the outbreak. You had a routine. You let yourself imagine the future here. You were happy.

You were in the woods foraging, filling a basket with mushrooms, berries, and edible leaves. Lost in the plans for a salad at dinner that night, you didn’t see the raiders slipping up to the house. You didn’t see them take away everything in an instant. You only heard a scream and shouting from voices you didn’t recognize. You froze, unable to run to the cabin to try to fend off the raiders. They’d have just killed you, too. You don’t know how long they were there, taking all they could carry before creeping back the same way they’d came. You couldn’t make yourself go back to the cabin. You didn’t want to see what they’d done to your family. You stayed in the woods all night, awake and crying and rocking yourself.

Now you were left alone in the world and with no choice but to go to the Boston QZ. You made your way there carefully, slowly, quietly. You raised your hands and let them test you, spending two full days in isolation before being spoken to like a human.

You had almost everything that you had stolen the first night in the shelter, and you had seen the leering eyes of the men you’d passed on the street, you heard fighting and crying, saw faces come and go. The labor was back breaking and soul-crushing. You’d have given anything for a moment of relief from the constant misery and fear.

After a few weeks in the shelter without serious incident, you let your guard down a little. There was a routine here, something you could focus on and ignore everything else. You’d found an abandoned paperback and read it in your spare time. You read and re-read it three times now, taking comfort in knowing what would happen at the end.

On Saturdays tables were set up in the dining room, and you could get some basic supplies. Some kind of charity, you’d guessed. You approached the table where bags of soap and deodorant and tampons were being distributed and were pleased to see a woman with a kind face and a warm smile standing before you. She was pretty, with long, sandy red hair, streaked with grey, pulled away from her face. She was maybe in her mid forties, roughly twice your age. Her name tag read “Tess.”

“How long have you been here, sweetheart?” She spoke to you in such a warm way, you dropped your guard a little further. Tess had an endearing way of asking about your health, asking if you had what you needed, giving you tips for getting placed in FEDRA housing, always asking how things were progressing. Tess was there every week, and you looked forward to seeing her. This week, as she was packing up to go, she asked you for a hand getting the boxes and card table back to her apartment. “It’s not far, and I’d owe you big time.” After how kind she’s been to you, you were happy to oblige.

The walk was short, about 5 blocks, down an alley and up two flights of stairs to a dimly lit but cozy apartment.

“I think we earned a drink!” Tess shot you a grin and held up a bottle of amber liquid.

You sat at her kitchen table while she poured the liquid into pretty etched glasses and reveled in what felt like friendship for the first time in ages. Maybe the QZ would be ok. Maybe you’d have your own little apartment and couch and pretty glasses to drink from before long.

The alcohol was making your head swim just a little and your little daydream didn’t let you hear as the door opened and closed again. You didn’t notice the man standing behind you, leaning on the doorway and looking at Tess with unspoken words on his lips. When you finally noticed Tess looking over your shoulder, eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You turned slowly, and smiled at the man. He was tall and must have been about Tess’s age. He was good looking, tall and broad and strong, with salt and pepper hair and a scruffy beard. His eyes were dark and serious.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I’m probably in the way of your dinner, I should get going.” You felt suddenly that you were intruding. This must be Tess’s boyfriend or husband or something. Tess turned back to you, and put a hand on your shoulder as you started to stand.

“No! Please stay a while. Don’t pay Joel any mind.” She introduced him as her partner and didn’t specify if this was a business partner or an intimate one, and you didn’t ask. Tess looked at Joel again, smiling.

“Don’t leave on account of me, sugar. Maybe I’ll join you ladies. That alright?” He took the chair across from you at the small table, and Tess sat another glass on the table in front of Joel and poured his drink before refilling your glass. “Tess tells me you’re new to the QZ, staying over in the shelter. That’s a dangerous place for a young girl. ‘Specially one on her own.”

“It hasn’t been too bad so far” you spoke, pushing down the nerves that had started to stir in your belly. “I think it’s all starting to work out.” You smiled at Joel and then at Tess. “Tess has been a lot of help.”

Joel smiled back, and his knee bumped yours under the table. Your face and chest felt warm, either from the alcohol or from the way Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off you since he sat down. His gaze began to feel heavy, it made you feel like you should keep talking, even though he was silent now. You were grateful when you felt Tess’s hand back on your shoulder, heavier this time.

“Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Drinks catching up with you?” She chuckled “Maybe you should take the couch for the night, I’m not sure we can take you back to the shelter like this.”

She was probably right. The alcohol had made you feel hot and floaty and disoriented. It had been a long time since you drank like this and on a mostly empty stomach. You probably shouldn’t have accepted that third drink, but it felt so good to just hang out with a friend.

“I don’t want to be a bother…”

“No bother, sugar.” Joel spoke. “Sleep on the couch and Tess can walk you back in the morning. I’m sure she’ll get you to help her carry supplies while she’s at it. This is a win for her.” Joel sounded reasonable and his confidence was disarming you.

“Might as well have another drink since you’re staying!” Tess chirped as she topped up all of your glasses. You smiled into your glass and never noticed the look that passed between Joel and Tess.

Joel picked up the three glasses and moved them to the coffee table in front of the shabby couch so you could all sit more comfortably. You didn’t even remember walking to the living room. You were all talking, laughing, smiling. You head was spinning, but you liked feeling so relaxed.

The next thing you remember is feeling Tess sliding closer to you on the couch and putting her hand on your thigh while she leaned in to place a light kiss at the corner of your mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and you didn’t want her to stop. You felt another hand on your thigh and looked down to see Joel’s wide, paddle-like hand gripping you. Your eyes followed his arm up to his neck and his jaw and his lips. They were close to yours and in an instant they were pressed to yours. His kiss was harder than Tess’s. More insistent.

You felt uneasy again, but once more pushed your feelings aside, deciding to just go with it. You’ve got new friends now and they like to drink and kiss. Maybe that’s how it is in the QZ; maybe you liked drinking and kissing too. You kissed him back and felt him hum approvingly.

Tess was still beside you. “You know, Joel can help you. He helped me out when I came to the QZ.” She spoke softly into your ear, and moved her hand from your thigh to the buttons of your shirt, her other hand wrapping around you to meet it and she nimbly undid a button, playing with the fabric of your shirt and running her fingertips lightly over your newly exposed skin before moving to the next button. Her mouth went to your neck as she worked, kissing your soft skin.

You swallowed thickly and your chest heaved. Is this really happening? Joel leaned back and watched Tess making quick work of your clothes, and when he spoke his voice sounded lower and slower.

“I know it’s hard around here for pretty young girls. Know it’s not safe. Maybe y’need someone to look out for you.” Had you noticed his accent before? It was southern and you found it really alluring, the way some of his words melted together. “It’s good to stick t’gether in a place like this. Have somebody on your side.”

You couldn’t form words. Tess had made her way to your bra and was running her fingers under the band, your nipples hardening at her touch. Joel’s eyes were trained on your tits, and his hand gripped your thigh higher, his thumb pushing between your thighs, dangerously close to your now soaked and throbbing pussy. He kissed you again, tilting his chin to meet your lips and kissing deeply. Your lips parted and you felt his tongue in your mouth.

Your heart was pounding. You licked at his tongue gently, and he swallowed your soft moans. Tess had one hand on your stomach and one hand cupping your breast now. She whispered sweetly, “Why don’t you bring your stuff back here tomorrow? You can help us and we can help you.”

It sounded perfectly reasonable. You nodded, eyes closed, leaning your head back to kiss her again, letting your lips linger, soaking up her sweetness before tipping back into Joel’s kiss. His hands were on your hips, squeezing gently, and Tess was popping the button on your jeans, easing the zipper down.

You wished you could reach her to return her touches in kind, but Joel had a firm grip on you now, so you just unbuttoned his shirt, hoping it was ok with Tess, you still weren’t clear on what kind of partnership they had and you didn’t want to misstep.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” She whispered. “I think he likes you.” That sounded like permission.

Joel’s thumbs hooked under your waistband and tugged your jeans down, pushing you back into Tess’s chest as he slid them down your thighs, pulling your panties with them.

He sat back on the couch, palming his stiffening cock, and marveling at the sight before him. “Look at our girl, Tess. Real pretty.”

Tess hummed in agreement and squeezed your tits together, her own naked chest pressing into your back.

You’d never had a threesome, but this was the hottest thing you’d ever done. You loved feeling like their play thing. Whatever was between them, you didn’t care. You had never been so turned on.

“You feel good, sugar? Gonna let me touch you the way you need?” “

“Yes, Joel, want to feel you.”

He chuckled and groaned at your enthusiasm. “Lean back, baby.”

You were laying on the couch between them now, your head in Tess’s naked lap, one hand holding hers, the other running through Joel’s thick wavy hair as he pressed his tongue against your wet seam.

Tess’s hand moved between your tits, massaging gently and running her thumb over your peaks. She lowered her mouth to yours, kissing you softly and slowly, your tongues mingling, your senses overwhelmed at their combined touches. Joel was working away at your wet cunt, alternating between long slow licks and quick firm flicks of his tongue over your swollen clit. The sounds of sucking, smacking, and soft wet sounds filled the air, it was pornographic and you wished you could see what you all must look like.

You were already panting when Joel pushed a thick callused finger into your willing entrance, and the sudden fullness forcing a low moan from deep in your throat.

You felt that lovely tightening in your belly, sending sparks down your hips, and building to a crescendo. Just as you approached the edge, your vision becoming dark around the corners, he slipped a second finger in, pulling you tight and working them in deeply, and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves.

You were a goner. You bucked and gasped, your head falling back into Tess’s lap.

“Good girl, baby. Good fuckin’ girl.” Joel slid his fingers out but gently brushed his slick fingers over your swollen lips, making you suck them clean as you rode out your orgasm. “You picked a good one this time, Tess. Let’s see if she can handle a cock now.”

He was so lewd! You’d blush if you weren’t still spinning out from your climax.

Tess slid off the couch and sat beside it, scooting down so that her head was near your hips.

“I knew you’d love her, Joel. She’s gorgeous. Just your type, and so sweet.”

Joel paused to smile at Tess, and leaned down to kiss her. It was a tender kiss, the first time you saw them touching each other, you realized. It made you feel a little awkward to be laying on the couch totally nude next to them. It was over as quickly as it began, though and Joel turned his attention back to you. He leaned down on one elbow to support his weight while the other hand cradled your jaw as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

He groaned and let his hips drop against your core, and you let your knees fall open to accommodate him. He was still dressed, you never got further than unbottoning a few buttons of his denim shirt. You could feel his length pressing against your core, you slipped your hand down to palm him.

He felt big. Big, big. Too big, you worried. He must have sensed your hesitation.

“Want to see it, baby? See if you think you can handle my big cock?”

Tess was behind him now and wrapped her arms around his waist to unbuckle his belt and release him from his jeans.

“You’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Joel knows what he’s doing. Might be sore tomorrow though.” She smiled at the last part and reached down to grip his cock. Joel turned to kiss her once more, then she returned to her spot beside the couch.

Joel planted open mouthed kisses along your chin and neck, trailed down your chest, his movements unhurried, like he was just taking you in. Your skin cooled under each kiss when he moved to the next and underscored your arousal. He made his way to your breasts and sucked your nipple into his mouth as he squeezed and pressed the other, he sucked firmly, and nibbled down the side of your breast before turning the same attention to the next. Joel drove you mad with desire, you lifted your hips, wanting to feel his turgid member against your aching pussy.

“You can’t wait to get fucked, can you baby girl? You gonna beg for it, sweet thing?”

“Please, Joel!”

“Please what, baby?”

You groaned into his shoulder. “Please, Joel. Fuck me please. I need to feel your cock. Want it so bad, Joel.”

You were breathless and wanton, Joel hummed approvingly.

“You sure ask nicely. I just might give it to you.”

You whimpered and drove your hips up again, this time you felt his hot, thick length slide over your folds. You could come just from that alone, but you were desperate to feel full of him. You couldn’t stay quiet and Joel seemed to feed off of your noise. Moaning, panting, crying out his name, it drove him wild. He loved hearing what he did to you, loved that he had the power to turn you into a needy mess.

He reached down to slap his cock against your seeping and sensitive folds, paying special attention to your clit, making you cry out once more.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pressed the smooth, thick head to your entrance.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, sugar. Go ahead. You want it, you take it.”

Tess giggled at that. She had been quiet, watching and lazily rubbing her own naked sex, enjoying her front row seat to you and Joel’s erotic coupling. She slid her fingers down to gather the pooling slick, and spread it over her clit. She would make herself come when you did. You lifted your hips and tried in vain to push him inside you. You couldn’t get enough leverage, you were just driving yourself crazy, he was right there but you couldn’t get him inside, no matter how your wiggled. You broke.

“Please, Joel!” You were desperate now, out of your head.

Joel kissed your neck once more. “Alright, baby. But remember, I warned you.”

He pushed slowly and firmly, working the head just past your entrance and you were frozen beneath him. The sting of him stretching you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you knew you couldn’t take him all.

Joel was still, knowing you’d need time to get accustomed to his size. When he felt you move against him again, he continued, pushing further now, and backing out just slightly before going deeper. Two steps forward, one step back.

“So goddamn tight, sugar. Ain’t you ever been fucked by a big cock before?”

You couldn’t answer, but the work “gigantic” came to mind, along with memories of your first boyfriend, who came in his pants before you could have sex, and the guy after him who had fucked you, but who was so interested in his own joy that he never made you cum.

You felt far away from everything that was happening. Eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows furrowed, the only thing in the universe now was you and Joel. Everything else fell away and was swallowed by darkness.

You snapped back when you felt Tess reach between you and Joel, seeking your clit to rub gentle circles, distracting you from the stinging further down. Her touch was just what you needed. You relaxed your hips and felt them open a little, giving Joel more room to work. He quickened his pace, his own climax gathering in his belly, he was less gentle now and you were panting hard, no coherent words forming. With one more thrust, he was all the way seated, and you could feel him at your cervix.

He felt pride at how he had you so fucked out. He looked down at you, cheeks and chest flushed, sweat beading on your forehead, lips swollen and puffy. He swung his hips back and fucked into you again and again. You were close. Tess had turned her attention to your swollen, sensitive clit again, and was kissing the side of your face, your neck, your ear and whispering praise to you.

“You’re taking him so well, baby. Look how you take that cock. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I want you to come for us, babe. Come while he’s got that huge cock buried deep in your pussy.”

Her words and her touch and his heavy strokes were too much. Your body jerked, and your orgasm took control. Your legs locked around him and kept him inside you. When the crashing wave subsided, Joel resumed his thrusts, faster now, getting sloppy and out of rhythm. He was close.

“Where you want me sugar? Don’t say inside.”

You answered him with a moan and he pulled out fast, rubbing out his orgasm against your hip with a deep, throaty groan.

“You’re perfect, baby girl. Absolutely perfect.”

Joel and Tess leaned close and you shared kisses before Tess disappeared and returned quickly with a wet towel for each of you and a few glasses of water. Joel cleaned himself, then you. His touch was gentle and caring. You sipped your water in a daze, unsure what to do or say. You’d just fucked Tess’s boyfriend or husband or something with her blessing, and you’re not sure what to do now.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and grabbed your shirt and panties. Neither of them were getting dressed, so you just slipped on your shirt without buttoning it, and put your panties back on. You already felt your hips and inner thighs aching, and you were feeling sleepy. When you returned to the living room, Joel had taken up the middle seat on the couch, and Tess was tucked under his right arm, nuzzling his chest. You sat on his left, and he pulled you onto his chest as well. He was serene as you and Tess laced your fingers together.

You must have fallen asleep. When you woke up, you were still on the couch, a pillow under your head and a blanket tucked around you. Your head was pounding and you felt sticky, sore, and like you needed a shower.

The memory of the night before flooded back, and you felt something like embarrassment, but not quite. You didn’t regret it, at least what you remembered. You wondered if they’d meant what they said about helping them and them helping you. You wondered if that was just referring to the sex. It seemed like they meant something more, but you didn’t want to bring it up and make things weird. You weren’t even sure how you could help them, but you decided to think about that later.

You yawned and stretched and when Tess saw you moving, she brought you more water.

“Hey sweetie. You feel ok?” There she was. The kind Tess you knew. It was reassuring to hear her talk so sweetly to you. “Joel went out to find breakfast for us, then he’s going to go with you to the shelter to get the rest of your things. We talked it over and decided you should stay here. Until FEDRA finds you a place, you’d be safer and more comfortable with us.” How could you argue with that?

“Really, Tess. The shelter is fine. I’m sure it won’t be long and—“

“You’re not going to convince Joel of any of that, so you might as well just get your stuff and bring it here.”

You didn’t have a response.

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elcpsstuff · 10 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t wait until the days she could return to cousins, but this summer was different. After boundaries were broken and mistakes were made from the summer before, all she wants to do is forget. But when you live with the mistakes you made, how can you not remember?

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, angst and fluff, cancer mentions and treatment.

A/N: First story! Had the inspiration due to tsitp season 2 coming out. Also intense love square warnings and slow burn so be prepared, please enjoy!

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(THIS STORY UNDER REVISION)

Note to readers: Hi guys! first of all, thank you so much for the love on this story. This was my first ever time writing a full story like this and the fact that you guys love it so much makes me happy inside you have no idea :0 However, after months i’m not very happy with how this story ended up. I had a very different plan when beginning it and the story kind of went off the rails. So, while I appreciate the love on the story it will be re written in some aspects! Some things will stay the same but I feel like this is for the best to fix the plot lines. Thank you! <3

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I felt the sun burn my face through the window, and I was immediately awoken. I looked around to see Belly and Steven jamming out in the front. I looked to the left of me to see an angry Laurel shaking her head at their screams.

“Ah! Y/N! You’re awake?” Steven says, and I roll my eyes at him. Peering back out the window, I saw the cousins beach sign pop up, and a smile appeared across my face.

“You all know what I said earlier, right?” Laurel looks at all of us, “You need to be better this summer. Last summer was.. it was..” she trailed off and I felt the heat of the car pool into me and suddenly I was rolling the window down.

Summer. It was my favorite thing in the whole world, but, things were different now. I was different.

I’ve been coming to cousins since I was a baby, but it wasn’t always with the Conklin’s. My mom and Susannah grew up together, and often not she would come to cousins with her a lot. Then in college, they met Laurel who eventually married my mom’s brother, John.

I lived right down the street from my cousins during the school year, and then with them in the summer. Steven always used to joke claiming we were the “coolest cousins in cousins.”

Weird right?

Everything was normal until it wasn’t. Until my parents were driving home through a bad storm and there car swerved right into a drunk drivers.

sweetie, it’s your parents.

they got in a car crash, and are in critical condition.

they didn’t make it—

They died this September, and that’s when I moved right next door in with my cousins. Nothing really changed, we were always inseparable but now we just lived together.

Anyways, i told myself now was the time to move on. I grieved all this year and did the bare minimum to pass sophomore year with Belly, but I survived.

“I’m gonna be sick if I sit in this car with Steven driving any longer.” Belly looked back at me with a wink. Our favorite hobby was annoying Steven.

“Better then you, you’ll be dead within a week once you get your license—” He paused, “Actually, make that a day—”

Laurel smacked the back of Stevens seat, “Don’t make jokes about that.” Steven rolled his eyes until he realized what Laurel meant and his face went red.

I smirked, “Yeah Steven, are you wishing death on me?”

“i think death is afraid you, Y/N.”

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As Steven honked his horn, I felt the cousins breeze pass my face. There was nothing more beautiful than this. Susannah came running out, with Jeremiah not too far behind.

Belly took Jeremiah by surprise, due to her huge glow up. I stood there watching them hug, with a knowing look on my face. Belly’s crush on Jeremiah wasn’t as oblivious as she intended it to be.

Jeremiah put Belly down and looked my way, a smile spreading across his face. “Look at.. you.” My face felt flushed and he ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around.

“Jeremiah! Put me down!” I pleaded, but he kept spinning me until I I felt like throwing up. Asshole.

“You look nice.” He says, once again. I smirk and ruffle his hair a little bit.

Jeremiah puts me down and rushes over to Steven, when a bruiting cloud appears over the house. I look at their silhouette and feel my body tense up.

Conrad. Conrad. Conrad.

My feelings for the eldest fisher brother were obvious, at least to Belly and Susannah. But after everything that happened with my parents, I was different. And besides, I really didn’t want to think about everything that happened last summer. Me and him.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Susannah says, pulling me into a hug. I feel her warmth radiate onto me and I embrace it. Susannah was the sun that shined over the house, and the clouds never worried her at all. In fact, she could probably find positive things about the clouds. “How have you been?”

“Fine. I missed you, Susannah.” She smiles and leads us all into the house. The boys grabbed Belly and did their whole Belly flop thing. I just watched from inside the house with Laurel and Susannah.

Being back in cousins was amazing, but something just felt different this year. I mean - things were different. A lot had changed. I felt a hand behind me and turned around to the beautiful blonde women.

“Have you spoken to Conrad yet?” She almost whispers. Damn it. Fuck.

“Umm, maybe?” I basically spat while saying it.

“He misses you, Y/N.” Susannah has a way of saying things that almost made me believe it. Believe anything. Anything but this.

“Please, say hi at least?” She pleads. How could I say no to her? But how could I say hello to him..?

I smiled at her, not wanting to ruin the mood. She walked towards the family room beside Laurel and Belly comes dripping inside.

“Belly! Don’t get me wet!” I yell at her, but with a playful tone.

“Blame the boys, not me.” I looked towards the patio and saw Conrad sitting outside. He looked back at me. Fuck, fuck again. I should make Susannah happy, I have to.

Before I can go outside he turns the corner, and he’s gone.

I sigh and walk out the door and near the pool, maybe If i just wait he’ll come back. Then again, I’ll look totally desperate. Maybe i’ll just go inside again—

“Hi.” I freeze. I turned around to see him standing in front of me with a half smile.

“Hey.” I say. Dry.

“How are you?” He says, and there’s a million things I could say.

“You know, i’m decent. I’m here.” I use my hands to express what I’m trying to say but it just comes out weird.

“Right, that’s good. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

There was an awkward tension wafting in the air and I nodded before rushing back into the house, not daring to look back at him.

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I really didn’t want to talk about Conrad. Or anything. I was moody because apart of me loved cousins but after being here for a couple of hours I just wanted my parents back.

“He feels different this summer, you know?” She says, flopping onto my bed.

Believe me, I had noticed. I caught him smoking a joint after I abruptly ran away from him. I pretended to know nothing, though.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? I thought you would notice, you’re like all crushy about him.”

I laughed, “Crushy is not a word.”

“You get what I mean. Like, did you even say hello to him? Like a normal person?”

I grabbed her by the sides and started tickling her, “Isabel Conklin, since when did you get so mean?” I finally let go after a good minute and we were both breathless on the bed.

“I’ve changed. We both have.” She sat up, bringing me along with her. “I mean, we’re hot now. This is our summer.”

I looked into the nearby mirror and couldn’t help but frown. This was supposed to be our summer, but what was summer without my mom? Without things ever being normal again?

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“I’m so happy we’re all here.” Susannah said, raising a glass at the dinner table.

We all just nodded and let Susannah talk about all the things she wanted to do this summer, which led her to pull out two cards from her pocket.

“What are those?” Belly says before I can ask.

“I wrangled Belly and Yn an invitation to be a debutante!”

Oh gosh. Susannah handed me and Belly the invites and a harsh breeze passed through the air as I recognized these all too well.

“My mom wanted me to do this. She talked about it earlier this year before—” I stopped myself, but it was too late. Everybody knew.

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on mine. All the memories seeping in. We’re my lungs closing in? That’s what it felt like. Belly smiles.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Steven let out a laugh, but Laurel was not amused.

“Those balls are ridiculous. Yn and Belly are not fit for that at all.”

Belly frowned, “Why?” She was obviously more eager to participate in this than I was.

Susannah offered me a small smile, “At least think about it? It will give you two a chance to meet some new people.”

I looked down at the paper, and even though I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t say no, and maybe it was my mother but I couldn’t.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A/N: What do you guys think? Sorry this chapter is kinda short and slow, it’s an introduction lol. The next one will be coming out very soon!

#conrad x reader #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #love #summer love #chris briney #gavin casalegno #belly conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for agreeing to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding even though I think she's making a huge mistake?

(Emojis so I recognize it 👰‍♀️💍🤵)

So my (24F) cousin Anna (21F) got engaged at the start of December. This was really surprising to me because the last time I saw her at Thanksgiving she was just starting to get back into dating via tinder after a couple bad breakups, and she wasn't actively seeing anyone yet. When I got home for Christmas break, my mother told me that Anna had gotten engaged to and moved in with her new boyfriend, Evan (~22/23M), an army guy she'd met three weeks before and that no one but her immediate family had even met yet.

Our family has always been pretty close, and this was concerning for a lot of reasons. 1) she literally just had a nasty breakup with her rebound boyfriend after a nasty breakup with her last long-term relationship, making this guy her 4th serious boyfriend this year, 2) she historically has very bad taste in men, every boyfriend she has ever had had treated her horribly and she ties her entire self-worth up into how her boyfriend sees her so she's literally never been single for more than a couple weeks since high school, 3) her older sister (28F) literally just left a 13 year abusive relationship with the guy who started grooming her when she was 15 and he was 28, 4) the groom is about to ship out for a 9 month deployment a month after their March wedding and military men are notorious for cheating or divorcing on long deployments, 5) she wants her dream wedding in March (giving us only 2 months to plan and fundraise), despite her parents already being in tight financial straits bc they started building a house right before unexpectedly needing to take in and help provide for their eldest daughter and her two kids and both my grandparents (who live with them) having sudden drops in their health to the point where my grandfather probably will pass in the next couple months and my grandmother could pass at any time (though tbf, were pretty sure no one has told Anna this since my grandparents don't want to scare her and her mom's in denial).

I also just really don't like the groom bc the one time I met him he made a ton of racist and homophobic jokes despite there being multiple black and queer family members present, but if that were the only thing I could probably bite my tongue since I don't think that's something that bothers her or anyone else in the family. I'm just really worried about her, since it seems like she's been going through something for a while and I know how hard this is on my whole family, especially my grandparents, since we all are really scared about what's going to happen to her if things go wrong and considering the circumstances, that's a good chance this will go wrong.

I want to make it clear, I do really want this to work out for her. She's head over heels in love and he seems to care about her too. I just don't expect it to go well and I've said as much to anyone who asked how I feel about it.

Here's where I could be the asshole: Anna's really having a hard time with the entire family telling her this is a bad and impulsive idea, feeling like everyone who has a problem with it isn't supporting her. She called and asked me to be a bridesmaid, specifically because "you've always looked out for and supported me even when no one else did, so I really want you to be my bridesmaid." I told her I would love to be there and support her however she wanted me to, and I fully intend to be the best bridesmaid I can be because I want this to be a happy memory for her and to take as much stress off her and her parents as possible. But now she thinks I support this marriage when I definitely don't and have been open about that with both our moms as well as her sister (the maid of honor), my SIL (also a bridesmaid), and my brother (a groomsman), all of whom are in the same boat.

So, am I the asshole for agreeing to be my cousin's bridesmaid while thinking she's making a big mistake?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tsmukanii · 10 months

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Heir to the Throne Pt. 2

Lowkey think this is shit. Enjoy!

You were sitting in Dr. Kinbott’s office with your head thrown back against her sofa as time moved unbearably slow.

“Oh come on Y/N, this is your second appointment. We can talk more about your art if you’d like? But you have to discuss something with me.” You didn’t answer her right away, just continued to sit while playing with your hands. You felt the small ache in your chest remembering the conversation you had last night.

“So you are here to keep an eye on Wednesday?” The hand who introduced himself to you as Thing, gave you a thumbs up. Honestly you weren’t exactly freaked out when you saw him, just confused on why he was knocking on your window.

“You aren’t exactly doing a good job if you need help getting to Ophelia Hall.” He was quick to defend himself though, signing to you that Wednesday was getting too suspicious of being watched so he had to duck down for a little bit.

“Whatever it’s just past the quad and to the left heading towards the library.”

Thank you

“You’re welcome, see you around campus I guess.” With that you opened the door for him and he scurried right out just as your phone started to ring. You were quick to answer, not wanting to leave your mother waiting.

“Y/n, are you alright? Larissa called me saying she was worried about you.”

“Everyone is worried about me. When can I come home?” You were being short but you were angry at having to be here in the first place.

“I know this isn’t the most ideal plan but if it keeps you hidden then it is all worth it my darling. But it’s not going to work if you keep getting into fights.” You knew she was right but it wasn’t your fault.

“I promise you dear one, we will see each other soon. Now there hasn’t been any new developments?”

“Nothing’s been happening around here mom.”

“Y/N, you know I mean any changes with you. It’s very important you tell me the truth. If something is going on I need to know so your father can’t get to you.”

“He’s not my father!” Your outburst was unnecessary but you just hated the situation as a whole. The man was certainly not a father to you and he shouldn’t have been referred to as such. He was just the sperm donor who only wanted a child to take his place rather than incapable henchmen.

“Dearheart, please calm down for me. We will get through this. I promise I won’t let him take you from me.”

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“Y/N? Are you okay?” You quickly looked up to see Dr. Kinbott’s eyes, the overwhelming sense of dread creeping in.

“I’m worried ... .about my comic. My hero is having trouble staying a hero. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders and he thinks about giving up his mantle. I’m not sure what I should have him do. Do you?”

Kinbott takes a minute to look at you before responding almost as if she was hesitant to answer. “Well I would tell him that there are so many people in his corner and counting on him. Sometimes heroes lose their way but there will always be those to help guide them into the light.”

“...That was so corny. Geez I just wanted to know if I should have him pass it on and train someone new but I guess not. Anyways, time is up.” You got up from the couch with a smirk on your face taking in the incredulous look Kinbott had on her face before laughing a bit.

“Oh we are going to talk about this next week Y/N!” You didn’t look back, just threw a wave to her over your shoulder before making your way downstairs.

You heard the end of the conversation before you reached the doors. “I wish you luck.” Seeing Wednesday close the van’s door before Weems could say anything else was definitely something to ease your mind.

“If only that was directed to me.” You said when Wednesday turned around. You weren’t planning to hold her up so you gave her a nod while starting to move around her when you heard shuffling in her bag.

“Hi Thing.” You slightly whispered so Weems wouldn’t be able to hear before moving closer to the van. What you didn’t catch was Wednesday gazing at you with a look of intrigue before heading upstairs.

“How did it go?” The smile on Weems face was too big to say anything remotely sarcastic to at this moment.

“It was fine, she helped me with my art. Is it ok if I go to the Weathervane for a bit? I need to think about some things.” You could tell she was hesitant to let you go by yourself even if it was just down the street.

“I promise I won’t cause any trouble and I’ll bring you back a hot chocolate?” You put a dazzling smile on your face, knowing her resolve was crumbling by the second.

“And could you possibly get me a pastry as well?”

You could feel the stares on you when you walked in the cafe but you were used to it even before Nevermore. It wasn’t more about what you were, it was more about how you presented yourself. So the uniform and the choice of pants instead of the skirt just had people more baffled by you.

With your enhanced hearing you of course heard every whisper, every scoff, every laugh but you tuned them out, making your way to the counter and placing your order with the normie, Tyler who seemed cool with your presence. Taking a seat near the door, you start to work on some sketches while waiting for your order.

“Your artwork is somewhat adequate.” You barely heard her coming. Her footsteps were so light, almost like she wasn’t even touching the ground.

“Thanks, so you’re making your escape now? Honestly I thought you would be gone within the same hour as you arrived.” She seemed at a loss for words, just staring at you before moving on from the subject.

“How do you know Thing?”

“He knocked on my window last night looking for you. He’s shit at tailing people.” Thing was quick to peek from Wednesday’s bag to flick you off but quickly ducked down at the sound of footsteps.

“What are Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?” You closed your eyes in exasperation. You just couldn’t catch a break. When you looked at the small group of normies, you didn’t even try to hold back your laugh.

“Says the ones dressed as pilgrims.”

“Yes, why are you dressed as religious fanatics?”

“We work at Pilgrim World?” One said like that was the most valid explanation while turning over the menu showing the said theme park. You were starting to get bored of the conversation, letting Wednesday insult them again in her unique way but when she stood up you knew just how interesting this was about to be.

“So tell me freak, have you ever been with a normie?”

“I never found one that could handle me.” With that you got up out of your seat, for once not wanting this to turn violent but apparently the suddenness scared the normie. His friends grabbed at Wednesday making you look back to see her kicking their asses but when you turned back he swung at you landing a solid hit making your head jerk to the side.

You smiled when you felt your nose start to bleed. It went down so quick after seeing the normie shit himself when you looked back at him. But next thing you know all three of them are on the ground and one's arm is pointing the wrong way.

You turned to Wednesday to see her already staring at you smirking almost. You couldn’t help but smile thinking she looked nice putting people in their place. But the little moment was ruined when the door opened and the sheriff walked in.

“Tyler, what the hell’s going on here?

“They were harassing customers and they put them in their place.” The sheriff looked you both up and down but you still had a goofy smile on your face.

“This one I can believe but this little thing? Did you help her?”

“Apologies Sheriff, I sent this one to fetch me something but this one slipped away from me.” She gestured towards you and Wednesday accordingly. You gathered your stuff already moving out the door to the van. You heard the rest of the conversation from there thinking it was weird that the Sheriff had a vendetta against Wednesday’s father but you could just imagine the gleam in her eye at the information.

The ride back was totally uneventful, just another earful from Weems about fighting but strangely Wednesday came to your defense taking the blame and being struck for merely trying to stop a fight from starting.

The rest of your day was spent finishing homework and planning out storylines. Now you were sitting on the edge of your balcony listening to Wednesday's elegant cello playing throughout the night. It was soothing as it was chilling to say the least. When she had finally finished you went to go back in before you slipped as you stood up.

“Oh shit!” You let out a scream as you started to slide down the roof, twisting and turning as you tried to hold on but to no avail as you reached the edge and went into a freefall off the side of the dorms, the ground approaching rapidly. Closing your eyes you tried to brace for impact but it never came.

“Y/N?”

#the addams family #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #jenna ortega x reader #bianca barclay

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 26

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The next few days passed by in a cold silence. Never had (Name)’s house felt so icy, so devoid of warmth. Each member of the household felt a chill in the air, not a single day passing by without the constant reminder that their typically kind and warm (Name) was holed up in her room, not talking to anyone.

“Do you think she’ll come out today?” Kurapika asked as he prepared breakfast. It was one of the only meals he knew how to cook after learning from (Name) during the Hunter Exam.

“If I had to look at your ugly face every day, I would stay up in my room too.”

Leorio glanced up from his newspaper. “That was pretty weak, Killua. You already have to see him every day.”

Killua sighed, Leorio was right. He had been struggling to come up with good insults lately. His spirits were down, and he missed his mom.

“… well, breakfast is ready.”

Kurapika had also been struggling to stay angry at the halfhearted taunts Killua sent his way. It was hard enough to wake up in the morning and get out of bed knowing the pain (Name) went through for him, because of him.

Soft footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, and for the first time in nearly a week, the three perked up. Alluka was out visiting a friend, there was only one other person it could be.

“Mom!”

Killua jumped up, about to run towards her. That was until they all felt the temperature in the room go down a few degrees. At least, that’s what it felt like when they caught sight of her cold, neutral expression.

“Good morning.”

A good morning from (Name) had never felt so bad. She didn’t say anything further, simply pushing past Kurapika to make herself a bowl of cereal.

“I… I made breakfast,” Kurapika said in a soft voice. (Name) didn’t even look up from her bowl, taking a bite before walking out to sit at the farthest end of the kitchen table.

“I saw.”

An awkward silence filled the room, even Killua feeling sorry for Kurapika. (Name)’s anger didn’t burn as hot as the sun like Kurapika’s did. No, her anger was as cold as an unforgiving winter’s night. Ice might melt in the presence of flames, but even a scorching fire was no match for a blizzard.

“Are you… feeling okay?”

Leorio was the first to speak up, setting his newspaper aside to give (Name) a concerned look. She was silent for a moment longer.

“No, in all honesty, I’m not. I… don’t want to talk about it. We have more pressing matters.”

This seemed to catch the collective attention of the group. Kurapika and Killua took their seats at the table, eating breakfast as (Name) continued. “As some of you know, I have a fall celebration planned that I invited all of our friends to. It’s happening a little under two weeks, so I’ll need everyone to start getting preparations ready.”

Leorio nodded, taking out a pad of paper and a pen. “Alright, tell us what we need to do, sunshine.”

“First, the house needs to be cleaned, and I mean cleaned thoroughly.”

Killua glanced around the house, seeing it had deteriorated while (Name) was holed up in her room. “Yeah… it’ll need a thorough cleaning.”

Kurapika mostly stayed quiet, eating his breakfast as (Name) explained their plans. He didn’t want to upset her after everything.

(Name) sighed softly, finishing her cereal. “It’s going to be a tough two weeks, but it’ll… be worth it to have fun with everyone. I… haven’t spent the holiday season with all of my friends before.”

This made Kurapika frown. He had left York New two years ago right before the holiday season. (Name) had texted him before he ghosted her that she was extremely excited to spend Halloween, the fall season, and Christmas with him. He hadn’t even stopped to think about how she felt being alone during the holidays.

“Thankfully I’ve had Leorio, and then Killua and Gon last year. Otherwise… I would have been all alone.”

Kurapika flinched, shrinking into himself. He was the only one that hadn’t spent any sort of holiday besides Halloween with her, and he was determined to change that. “… I’m taking some time off of work and… my mission. I’ll be here for the party and Christmas.”

This shocked everyone, especially (Name). She finally looked at him for the first time that morning, her eyes a little wide. “Oh… that’s… that’s nice.”

The air seemed to go up a few degrees. It was still cold, but not as chilly as before. Everyone relaxed, Killua leaning against (Name)’s shoulder.

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A few days passed with the group getting ready for their fall gathering. Leorio and Killua were on cleaning duty, while Kurapika, Alluka, and (Name) would be working on getting the grocery list and food preparation.

“Mama, mama!”

Nanika pulled at (Name)’s skirt, her smile wide. “Hmm? What is it sweetheart?”

She giggled, hiding her face in (Name)’s chest. “I’m excited! Want to bake cookies!”

(Name) scooped her up, balancing her on her hip as she pulled out some flour. “Mmm, I was planning on making cookies for our gathering, might as well practice, yeah?”

Nanika cheered, clapping as (Name) gathered all of the ingredients for their cookies. She glanced at a cab of peaches sitting in the corner of her cabinet, thinking back to Kurapika saying he would be staying for the holiday season, even taking a break from his mission to spend time with them.

‘… he’s trying, I’ll… I’ll make him some peach cobbler.’

Earlier that day, Kurapika had locked himself up in his room. (Name) had assumed he was either not feeling well or just tired from all the preparations they’d been making. He deserved a break, and she wanted to do something nice for him. Kurapika had been trying his best to be helpful, even if he often failed miserably.

(Name) made cookies with Nanika and worked on the peach cobbler. She sat the girl down with a few freshly baked cookies and a cup of milk, Killua sneaking a few before settling on the couch with his sister to watch a movie as (Name) finished up some baking.

Once the peach cobbler was done, (Name) waited for it to cool down to a warm temperature before placing some and a scoop of ice cream in a bowl. ‘He loves cobbler, Kurapika will be so happy!’

There was no light shining from underneath his door, and when she knocked there was no answer. ‘That’s… unusual. Is he not home? I didn’t see him leave.’

(Name) wasn’t the type to walk into Kurapika’s room unannounced(she didn’t want to embarrass him by catching masturbating or crying), but… she was a little worried. So, despite her hesitance, she opened the door and peeked in.

“Kurapika?”

The blonde was kneeling by his nightstand, which had been turned into a makeshift altar. Candles, flowers, and a bowl of fruit decorated the small table, with the newest pairs of the scarlet eyes (Name) got sat in the center.

Kurapika had his eyes closed in prayer when she walked in. He looked up, anger flashing across his face. “Are you trying to be disrespectful? Today’s the only day I can feel connected… to my clan! Get out!”

She flinched when he yelled, setting the peach cobbler on his dresser. “S-sorry, I… I didn’t know this day was… sacred.”

(Name) closed the door, hurrying away as fast as she could.

Kurapika took a minute to calm down, looking up to see the peach cobbler (Name) brought him. In his anger, he hadn’t even thought to ask her why she walked in, or considered that there was no way she would know about a Kurta only holiday.

He grabbed the peach cobbler, his stomach sinking when he saw she had shaped it into a heart. She was trying to make things better, to treat him to his favorite dessert after not seeing him all day. Kurapika placed the peach cobbler on the altar, sighing softly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at her…mom, that’s the girl I like. She’s been nothing but kind to me, and I don’t know how she puts up with me. I also think if she were here right now, she’d offer you something to eat. I hope you guys like it.”

He kneeled back down, brushed off his tabard and held his hands together in prayer.

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It seemed like everything was going well. It was a few days before the celebration when Kurapika’s and Leorio’s phones beeped at the same time.

They had been taking a break, watching a movie while (Name) finished up cooking dinner. Leorio was the first to look at his phone, his shoulders slumping.

“Shit, this is the worst time for that…” Leorio mumbled, causing Kurapika to look at his phone too.

Chairwomen Cheadle: There will be a mandatory Zodiac meeting at 8 pm tonight. Apologies for the short notice, anyone out of town will be allowed to attend virtually. Anyone close by are asked to show up physically.

(Name) peeked into the living room when she heard the two groan. “What are you two whining about?”

Leorio handed her his phone. “Zodiac meeting, and it’s in an hour.”

(Name) tilted her head, handing his phone back. “Oh? What’s wrong with that? The meeting is taking place in town, so you won’t need to do anything but show up.”

Kurapika, who still felt bad for yelling at her the previous day, looked up. “It’s not attendance that’s the problem, it’s… the people. They can be… how do I put this?”

“Annoying?”

“Yes, very.”

(Name) smiled as she kissed them both on the cheek. “Well, you two better get ready. You’ll have just enough time to eat dinner before leaving.”

The two turned a bright pink before they jumped up to go get ready.

After a quick dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread, the two set off for the zodiac meeting. It was taking place in the same hotel Pariston used for the Halloween party.

Kurapika stepped out of the mom van and made sure his suit jacket was on straight before walking into the building. Leorio glanced back at the mom van, locked it, then followed behind.

There were only five other zodiacs present at the table, with a projector showing the faces of the other members.

The ones present were Cheadle, Gel, Pyon, Mizaistom Nana, and Kanzai. “Since everyone is now present, the meeting can begin.”

Cheadle took her seat at the head of the table, everyone else sitting when she did. The room went quiet as Cheadle organized a stack of papers. She handed the stack to Pyon. “Take one and pass it on.”

The stack went around the table, finally making it to Leorio, who paused. “… what the…”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow, glancing at Leorio. He was next to the dark haired man, so he hadn’t gotten to see the picture yet.

“What’s the meaning of this!? Why are you passing around a picture of (Name) with her personal information!?”

Kurapika’s eyes widened at Leorio’s words, the blonde quickly snatching the paper out of Leorio’s hand.

On the paper was a picture of (Name), information about her height, weight, family history, and current living situation written out below it. His now scarlet eyes scanned over the text before he looked up.

“What does (Name) have to do with this meeting? Answer me, Cheadle.”

His aura spiked as he stood up, causing a few of the other members of the Zodiac to stand up as well. Cheadle was quick to hold up her hand, signaling everything was okay. This calmed down the other members enough for them and Kurapika to sit down.

“As some of you may know, (Name) (Last Name) has been the radar of the Hunter Association since the Chimera Ant incident that caused her new nen ability to form.”

Kurapika shot a glare at Leorio, his eyes saying he’d have questions after the meeting. “She’s on our radar? That sure is news to me.”

“Me too, why wasn’t I told?” Leorio asked after Kurapika. Cheadle sighed, holding up the image of (Name).

“Neither of you were told because for one you are new members, and secondly you both have personal ties to the subject.”

Kurapika scowled, crumpling the paper in his hand. “That is precisely why we should have been informed. Both of us know (Name) well, what reason would you have to keep her under surveillance?”

“It’s not surveillance. There are no cameras in her home or people following her, she just has to check in regularly to be screened to make sure she hasn’t used… her ability. That is the reason she is on our radar.”

Kurapika knew she was able to speed up the growth rate of cells to destroy human tissue, but he couldn’t see why that was worthy of keeping her on their radar. “You let Hisoka run free, but (Name) is the one you’re keeping an eye on? Not the murderous pedophilic clown!?”

Cheadle groaned. “Listen, after the Chimera Ant incident, she-“

Cheadle glanced at Leorio, who was shaking his head ever so slightly. “After she… was found, the area around her was completely barren. The concrete, organic matter, and dirt was disintegrated into ash. Her ability can be incredibly dangerous and devastating if left unchecked. Just one attack was able to leave an area completely barren, imagine what she could do on a larger scale.”

Kurapika was silent for a moment. Leorio crumpled up his paper and threw it in the trash. “Larger scale? When has she ever given you the idea that she would use that power again like that?”

Mizaistom cleared his throat, placing his own paper down on the table. “Very recently, Miss (Name) used her ability again during a mission with Kurapika Kurta, the rat zodiac. That went directly against her orders from the forner rat zodiac and former Chairman Pariston. Although her order from him was null and void when he left his position, her defying it is indeed worrying.”

“Yes, it would be bad if our little (Name) went rogue, wouldn’t it?”

Everyone looked up to see Pariston standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face. Kurapika was held back from rushing over by Leorio’s hand on his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, staring at Pariston from his seat, taking a moment before speaking.

“(Name) would never hurt an innocent person, she’s…”

There was a softness in Kurapika’s expression that none of the Zodiacs had ever seen with him. “She’s the kindest, most selfless person I’ve ever encountered. I thought I lost hope in humanity after the atrocities I’ve encountered while searching for the scarlet eyes, but (Name) has shown me what true kindness is. To say she would hurt someone is blasphemous, and I won’t sit here and take you saying those things about the woman I-“

He stopped, a blush taking over his cheeks as silence filled the room. Pariston smirked, leaning against the wall. “And there’s the truth, Kurapika. You’re in love with this woman, aren’t you?”

Kurapika cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest as he looked away. “That is irrelevant to the conversation.”

“I think it is more than relevant, Kurapika. How can we trust that your judgment isn’t biased when you’re in love with that woman?” Saiyu said through the projection screen.

“You can either trust my judgment or I can leave the Zodiac.”

This shocked even Leorio, who laughed nervously. “He’s just saying that, you know how irrational he can be when he’s-“

“Oh no I mean it. I’ll burn the entire association down if they even THINK about hurting (Name).”

Kanzai stood, narrowing his eyes. “Are you threatening us? I won’t let you do that!”

“That’s enough.”

Cheadle glanced at Kanzai, signaling him to sit back down. He did so with a grumble, keeping an eye on Kurapika.

“Kurapika, no one is going to hurt (Name). I gathered you here to inform you all that she agreed to reinstating her vow to not use her ability.”

Kurapika’s eyes widened, and he relaxed into his seat. “She didn’t tell me about that…”

“She doesn’t tell you a lot of things, Kurapika.” Pariston said, taking his seat across from the blonde.

Kurapika growled, clenching his fist at his side, his foot tapping away. Leorio patted his shoulder, taking out his phone and showing Kurapika a picture of (Name) snuggled up wearing a Christmas themed onesie with little reindeer ears on the hood.

Not only did this calm him down, it also made him blush, a soft smile on his face as he stared at Leorio’s phone. “Thanks, Leorio. That… that really helped.”

The rest of the meeting went as smoothly as it could, and the two got ready to leave. They were stopped by Pariston, who was still sat at the table.

“You hesitated a bit back there, Kurapika. What’s our girl been up to lately?”

Kurapika felt his eyes go scarlet, his blood pressure rising as he whipped his head around. “Not ‘our’ girl, my girl.”

Pariston only smiled, folding his hands under his chin. “You’re dodging the question, Kurta. What has she been up to that has you so worked up?”

“Nothing, besides working her ass off to make sure this fall gathering goes off without a hitch. You think she could hurt someone? She’s made sure to meticulously plan out every dish so that none of them has nuts them because ONE kid that’s attending has an allergy! Tell me, how the fuck is a woman as kind as her-“

Leorio covered his mouth, sighing. “We’ll be leaving.”

Pariston sighed, waving them away with his hand. He watched the pair leave, laughing to himself as the other zodiac members present glanced between him and Cheadle.

“Pariston… what are you planning?”

The blonde smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Something entertaining.”

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It was late when they got home, nearly 10. The kids were in bed by then, and (Name) was nowhere to be seen. Leorio tugged off his suit jacket and pants before collapsing on the couch in his boxers and dress shirt. Kurapika glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you just going to sleep like that in the living room? That’s impolite to Alluka and (Name).”

Leorio groaned and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah, whatever. They won’t care, and besides I have to be out of here before 7 to run by my apartment and grab my homework before classes. Alluka doesn’t wake up until 9, and (Name) has seen my dick.”

Kurapika turned bright red before smacking Leorio over the head. “Hey, what was that for?”

The blonde huffed, turning on his heels to climb up the staircase. “Hmph.”

He wanted to give Leorio another good whack, but decided going to talk to (Name) was a bit more important. Kurapika was going to ask her for more information on the Chimera Ant incident, and why everyone was being so secretive about it.

He was going to do that, until he saw that her door was slightly ajar, and could hear soft pants and moans coming from inside.

A tent rose up in his pants, his breath hitching as he stood still, just inches away from her door. ‘Is… is she..?’

He took a deep breath before peeking through the crack in the door, blinking a few times before his eyes focused on (Name)’s figure.

Her face was in the pillow, her ass in the air and pussy on full display. This was the first time he had ever seen her pussy, and Kurapika felt his cock leak through his boxers, getting his pants sticky with precum.

Her pussy was perfect, looking soft and chubby, just like her. Kurapika watched her spread her plump pussy lips, her index finger rubbing circles into her clit. Before he knew it he was leaning against the doorway, desperately fisting his cock to the heavenly sight before him.

She looked way too cute with her chubby cheek squished against the pillow, her eyes half lidded and lips glossy from drool. Little pants and whines left her lips as her fingers wandered to her entrance.

Kurapika stifled a moan when he watched her stuff her fingers into her pussy, having to cover his mouth with one hand as he jerked off with the other.

‘So pretty… god (Name) I want you so fucking bad…’

As he pumped his cock, he remembered the way she jerked him off just nearly two weeks ago. Kurapika wondered if he could just… walk in and… help her out.

Then another memory surfaced in his head, the image of her face when he wouldn’t tell her how he really felt about her. This was enough to make him go soft, his eyes flickering from her dripping pussy to her face.

She was crying.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, a tremble to her lips. Her fingers moved faster as she sniffled and moaned.

Was she upset? Sad? He didn’t know, but he did know that her tears made his heart ache. She didn’t cry when he made her cum, was there some reason for this?

He was going to leave and let her have her privacy. After all, she feared he may only want her to fulfill his own sexual fantasies, and jerking off to her while she was obviously upset wouldn’t really help his case.

Kurapika began to step back when he heard something that had his cock getting so hard it pressed against his tummy.

“Pika… please… w-want you…”

He felt his heart race, all the blood in his body rushing to his dick. ‘She’s… she’s thinking of me while…’

He stroked his cock to the pretty sight, trying so hard to pace himself so he could cum with her, but it got hard when he watched her fuck herself with her fingers while whimpering his name.

He came, panting softly as he watched her orgasm wash over her, cum dripping down her thighs. More than anything, he wanted to walk in and clean up those plump thighs with his tongue, but Kurapika stopped himself.

Instead, he took one last glance at her sweet, pleasured face before pulling out his phone. He bit his lip as he took a quick picture of her soft face, making sure not to get her nude body in the shot, no matter how much he wanted it.

Her face was enough to get him rock hard again, the blonde barely making it to his room before his hand was shoved in his pants again, jerking off to her o-face.

(Name) moaning his name confirmed in his mind that she was attracted to him and wanted him. Kurapika couldn’t help but feel guilty, almost giggling in delight like a girl with a crush when he thought back to it. ‘She wants me…’

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Over the next two days, Kurapika became rather clingy with (Name), following her around like a lost, lovesick puppy.

“Kurapika.”

“Yes, angel?”

“… get out, I’m trying to pee.”

Kurapika stood at the doorway of the bathroom, tilting his head. “Oh, go ahead. Don’t mind me.”

“I most certainly WILL mind you! Out!”

He pouted, crossing his arms. “Why? I just-“

“Kurapika Kurta I can’t pee with you watching me! Go!”

(Name) threw a bottle of shampoo at him, causing the blonde to rush out of the door and close it behind him. ‘Geez, what has gotten into him? He’s been clinging to me like a needy child. Even Killua wasn’t this bad… when…’

She sighed, washing her hands. ‘Oh, Killua…’

Kurapika was waiting outside the bathroom, watching her. “Took you long enough. Now come on, I want some-“

(Name) pinched his cheek, huffing. “No, I need to cook. You’ve been so clingy lately, what’s up with you?”

His cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t move away from her. “I…”

Kurapika didn’t want to admit he overheard her moaning his name, because then he would have to explain himself more, and might tell her more than he wanted to. He didn’t like lying, so might as well not say anything. “… sorry. I’ll help with the cooking, if that’s alright with you.”

(Name) smiled, taking his hand. “That’s perfectly fine, Pika. I need all the help I can get.”

He let her lead him downstairs, his eyes soft. Every time her skin touched his, Kurapika could feel his heart pound behind his ribs. “(Name)… I-“

“Oh look it’s the blonde twink. Have you finished following my mom like a mutt in heat and decided to actually help out?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched, a scowl taking over his face. (Name) glanced at Kurapika, trying to hold back an amused smile. “Oh stop it Killua, he’s just attached to me. Much like a little puppy.”

Kurapika huffed, pulling his arm away before crossing them both over his chest. “I just… wanted to make sure you’re alright. You… you were hurt during our mission.”

“Yeah, but that was nearly three weeks ago, Kurapika.” (Name) said, giving him a knowing smile. “You just like being around me~”

The blonde turned a bright red, even the tips of his ears going pink. “Y-you say that like it’s a bad thing. Of course… I like being around you. You’re…”

He trailed off, clearing his throat. “Anyways, what can I do to help?”

(Name) could feel her own face grown warm, but shook off the fuzzy feeling taking over her body to answer Kurapika’s question. “You’ll be making the macaroni! It’s very easy, so-“

“Pause.”

Kurapika and (Name) looked to Killua, who held up his hands. “Mom, do you really trust a blonde to get your famous macaroni right? The only thing he knows how to cook is pancakes, eggs, and bacon, he’s a one trick pony!”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively, shooing Killua out of the kitchen. “Shoo, your negative energy will ruin the food.”

Killua pouted, but walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t come crying to me when he messes everything up…’

(Name) turned to Kurapika, the blonde’s heart nearly slipping a beat when you smiled at him sweetly. “Come on, let’s get started.”

She gave him a quick run down of her recipe, writing down the details. “Okay, don’t overcook the noodles. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I need to go pick up Alluka from her date with her little girlfriend.”

(Name) paused for a moment, glancing at Kurapika before standing on her tippy toes and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Good luck, I believe in you.”

Before she could pull away, Kurapika turned and held onto her neck, keeping her in place as he leaned down to kiss her lips. “Thank you, (Name). I won’t let you down.”

Her face was hot, her eyes shining as they stared into his. “Kurapika…”

“It’s Pika, (Name),” he said softly, going back in for another kiss. Before he could slip his tongue into her mouth, she pushed him back, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’ve… got to go, Alluka is waiting.”

Kurapika nodded, pushing a piece of her hair out of her face. “Go ahead, I’ll be here.”

He smiled as he watched her leave, feeling giddy. Now that he knew she wanted him, his confidence had gone up a bit, allowing him to be more affectionate with her without fear.

‘Mmm…’

He licked his lip, his cheeks flushing when he tasted her strawberry flavored chapstick. Kurapika began to boil the macaroni, his head in the clouds. Everything felt so… warm and fuzzy. Was this what being in love was like? Kurapika wanted to bathe in this feeling, he had finally made up his mind.

He wanted to be with (Name).

No matter how he tried to separate himself from her, he was always drawn back, as if they were magnets meant to connect and stick by each other’s side.

‘And I can’t leave her, now that I know the Hunter Association is keeping an eye on her…’

It filled Kurapika with rage to know they believed (Name) was capable of causing destruction on a massive scale. The girl had a crisis over killing a man that was objectively awful, to think she could hurt an innocent was beyond comprehension for the Kurta.

Before, he wanted to leave to keep her safe, but now he knew even if he left, she would never truly be free from danger. The only thing he could do was stay by her side, protecting his angel to his best ability. He would die if it meant she would continue to live a happy, carefree life.

‘But…’

He bit his lip, watching the water on the stove boil. ‘My mission… I have to finish it first. I’ll hunt down the phantom troupe, then…’

He blushed, pouring the noodles into the water.

‘Then she’ll be mine.’

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“You seem to be in a good mood, big sis,” Alluka said, watching (Name) from the backseat. (Name) laughed, turning into the driveway.

“Yeah… I guess I am in a good mood.”

She felt happy for the first time since she killed that man, her heart fluttering at the memory of Kurapika’s lips on hers. The kiss had been so tender, full of a feeling that (Name) hoped was love. Maybe, just maybe, the two actually had something between them. She really hoped so, (Name) had never seen Kurapika look at anyone but her that way.

All of these fuzzy feelings were squashed when she walked into the kitchen to see Kurapika staring at a pot of… macaroni? At least she thought it was, but the noodles were over cooked and soggy, while the cheese was dry. “Kurapika…”

The blonde glanced at her, looking like a kicked puppy. “I… I really tried my best, (Name).”

She didn’t have it in her to stay mad at him, instead giving him a small smile. “Well, it was your first time making my recipe, don’t beat yourself up-“

“Mom, why does the mac and cheese taste like someone without a soul made it?”

They looked to see Killua spitting the bite of macaroni he ate into the trash. “How the FUCK did you make it so dry but overcook the noodles to the point they’re slimy?”

Kurapika grimaced, Alluka peeking at the macaroni. When she attempted to try a bite, Killua lifted it out of her reach and placed in where she couldn’t reach. “Don’t eat that, Alluka. It’ll hurt your tummy.”

(Name) rubbed her temple. “Killua, come on. It’s his first time making it.”

“Mom, if Gon did this I would understand, but Kurapika is only a year apart from you, and you can cook almost anything.”

“Baby, people have different things they’re good at and you know I already told you-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘People grow and learn at different rates’ or whatever…”

(Name) smiled, pinching his cheek. “Exactly. You’re never too old to learn something new or make a change. Never.”

Killua nodded slowly, before lightly swatting her hand away. “Come on Alluka, let’s go get my room ready for Gon.”

Kurapika watched with a fond look in his eyes as the two ran off, (Name) turning back to give him a patient smile. “Okay, let’s see the macaroni.”

She hummed as she looked over it. “Well… it’s not… awful. I’ll put it in the fridge and maybe we can salvage it later! For now…”

(Name) pulled out a container and a pie dish, setting it on the table. She pulled off the lid, the smell of cherries filling the air. “It’s cherry filling. All you have to do is poke some holes into the crust and pour this in, then bake for 45 minutes.”

She glanced at her phone. “I have to pick up Gon then go grocery shopping with Leorio. Oh, let me write down the directions so you-“

“(Name), stop. I’m not five. You can count on me for this, just take care of the groceries with Leorio,” Kurapika said, grabbing a knife to begin poking the the pie crust. She quickly replaced it with a fork, showing him how it was done.

“You poke it with a fork, silly.”

He blushed as she guided his hand, his heart thumping against his chest. “Like that, see?”

“Y-yeah, I’ve got it. Go on, angel, I don’t want you to be late.”

She gave him a nod and a gently squeeze to his hand before walking out. Kurapika sat at the table, poking holes into the pie crust as he thought about the meeting with the Zodiacs. He was supposed to ask her about why she was under watch, but he got a little… distracted.

‘What happened during the Chimera Ant incident? I bet that’s why… Killua gets those nightmares. Something bad happened, I just don’t know what yet.’

It made him anxious not knowing what could have happened to (Name) while he was away. If he was correct, Kurapika remembered having a small service and ignoring Leorio’s phone calls during that time.

‘I know some of them were for Gon, but I temper seeing (Name)’s name mentioned… the he deleted the message…’

Kurapika put the pie in the oven, sighed as he leaned against the wall. ‘Well, some of our friends and allies are coming over, maybe at least one of them will be willing to share some information with me.’

He looked at the fridge, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I wonder…”

Kurapika’s eyes scanned over the list of dishes (Name) planned on making, focusing on the dessert part. His face turned bright red when he spotted his favorite, peach cobbler with a little note beside it.

‘For my Pika <3’

She always managed to make his heart race with how thoughtful and kind she was, and now more than ever it angered him to to think of someone hurting her or thinking ill of her.

He glanced at the timer on the oven. ‘45 minutes…’

Kurapika jumped when he felt someone grab his sleeve. “Kurapika? Where’s mama?”

It was Nanika, her void like eyes staring up at him. When she was out, she would offen cling to (Name) like a child would their mother. “Oh, (Name) isn’t home right now, she-“

“M-mama isn’t home?”

Her lip quivered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “B-but… but…”

Kurapika froze, not knowing what to do. The poor girl was clinging to his tabard, crying. “Hey, hey now, shh…”

He tried to remember what (Name) would do to cheek her up. “Nanika, it’s okay. She won’t take long, I promise.”

He gently patted her head, his fingers running through her hair in a soothing manner, much like (Name) did for the other kids when they were upset. Nanika sniffled, but began to calm down, rubbing at her eyes sleepily.

“I think you need a nap, kiddo. Alluka stayed up late last night picking out her outfit for her date.”

He picked her up, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, and brought her to the spare room, laying her down before tucking her into bed.

“Get some rest, kiddo. If you need something I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”

Kurapika smiled down at her, feeling very soft. She was already falling asleep, her eyelids drooping. Kurapika left the room, turning the light off on his way out and leaving the door cracked.

Killua was waiting for him in the hallway, looking less hostile than usual. “She wouldn’t listen to me, and kept looking for mom. Thanks… for getting her to sleep. She can get a bit fussy when she hasn’t slept well.”

Kurapika gave him a nod before being distracted from his job again with the ring of the doorbell. “Did… (Name) say anyone was showing up so early? The get together is tomorrow…”

Killua thought for a moment then grimaced. “Oh, yeah. That’s probably Menchi.”

They both scowled, the blonde letting out an annoyed sigh before opening the door. Menchi stood behind it, wearing an ochre colored sweater, with jeans. It was a far cry from her outfit during the exam, Kurapika wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her in anything normal.

“Where’s (Name)?”

She seemed to look at Kurapika with a look of distaste, like she was just served a dish with bits of cat litter in it. The blonde tried to keep a small smile on his face. “She isn’t here at the moment, she-“

Menchi pushed her way in and immediately headed towards the kitchen. “Who the hell is burning a cherry pie!?”

Kurapika’s eyes went. He sprinted into the kitchen, his eyes wide as he glanced at the clock then the plume of smoke pouring out of the opened oven. Menchi pulled out the pie and opened the kitchen door to fan the smoke out, coughing.

“I don’t understand, I did everything (Name) told me to! I set the oven to 350, then the timer to 45 minutes-“

Menchi raised an eyebrow. “Uh… the oven is at 450, not 350.”

Kurapika’s eyes went wide before he groaned and sat down to hold his head in his hands. “Fuck… the macaroni then this, what’s wrong with me?”

Menchi stared at the charred pie, sighing. “This poor, poor pie. I assume (Name) made the filling. What a waste.”

She pulled some rolling pins out of nowhere. “No matter, I’ll get to work. You’re banned from the kitchen, blondie.”

He didn’t argue, just standing up and shuffling to his room.

———————

Gon walked around, giving everyone hugs and saying hi to Menchi before he stopped. “Hmm? Where’s Kurapika?”

(Name) shrugged, hanging up her coat. “I’m not sure, but Killua said he burned the pie earlier.”

She sighed and rubbed her temple. “It was an honest mistake, but it’s still a little frustrating to be down two dishes now.”

Gon nodded, patting her shoulder. “I’ll go talk to him! Maybe we can work something out!”

“Yeah, you go do that. I have to make sure Menchi doesn’t get off track with the food again.”

Gon walked up the stairs and knocked on Kurapika's door. "Kurapika, it's Gon! I just got here.”

The door cracked open, the blonde looking a bit downtrodden. “Oh, Gon… happy holidays. How… are you doing?”

He hummed, walking into Kurapika’s room. “I’m doing alright, but how are you? I heard… you had some problems in the kitchen.”

Kurapika nodded, rubbing his arm awkwardly. “Yeah, I just… I got distracted and I messed up… and…”

Gon held up his hand. “Everyone messes up sometimes! What matters is trying to fix the mistake you made!”

Kurapika gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You always know what to say, Gon.”

The boy grinned. “How about this, we’ll wait for Menchi to leave, then we’ll try and salvage that macaroni and cheese!”

The two spent the next hour really catching up. Kurapika had been hesitant to get too close to his friends again, but now that he knew he was sticking around, he wanted more than anything to be close with them again. It felt like he had become so distant from the people he cared for most, so it felt nice to be all caught up with what they had been doing.

“And you’re gonna ask (Name) on a date- Mmph!”

Kurapika covered Gon’s mouth as his face erupted into a blush. “Shh, she could hear you!”

Gon nodded as Kurapika pulled his hand away, now whispering. “I think she’ll say yes, you two have always been so close. When you were gone, she looked at your picture in the living room a lot.”

The blonde turned bright red, clearing his throat. “Is that so?”

Gon stood, peeking out the door. “Mhm. Now come on, Menchi just left!”

Kurapika followed Gon down to the kitchen and took out the macaroni. “You followed the directions on the box, right?” Gon asked as he looked at the soggy noodles and dry cheese.

Kurapika huffed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Of course, why wouldn’t I? Boil for eight minutes, remove from- hey!”

Gon began to scrape off some of the cheese. “If we take off some of the cheese, we can mix some fresh cheese in and add some extra milk and seasonings!”

Kurapika relaxed, smiling. “Ah, I forgot, you said you knew how to make macaroni and cheese during the Hunter Exam, didn’t you?”

Gon nodded proudly, setting the macaroni and cheese aside. “Now, let’s shred some cheese and get some bread crumbs!”

Though the noodles were still soggy after they were done, the macaroni and cheese looked a lot better and smelled decent. Kurapika couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

“Oh boys, something is smelling great in here!”

(Name) walked in, putting away her phone. She had snapped a picture of the scene before announcing her presence. ‘That’s going in the Christmas card.’

Kurapika blushed as she swiped a bit of the macaroni and cheese, fiddling with his tabard. “Kurapika, Gon, this tastes great! This is definitely going on the table, along with my macaroni and cheese.”

Gon cheered, and Kurapika sighed in relief. “Now, you two come to the table and eat your dinner. It’s burgers tonight.”

Everyone gathered at the table to eat dinner, smiling and laughing. They were all full of excitement for the next day, though none of them were prepared for the chaos that would ensue.

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Older | Jennifer Jareau

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Fem oc- Ava Willing, brown hair & eyes.

Warning ⚠️ ~ smut, power play, gxg, age gap, praise kink, etc. a bit of plot with the smut ✨ mommy core, manipulation, Gory death, killing. Fingering (Oc receiving)

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JJ wasn’t sure how it happened or how it started. When she would host Henry’s friends night, his new girlfriend started coming. Gracious smile, ever so polite, truly she had no idea how her son had won you over. She tried to raise him the best she could, but he was in his temperamental broody stage where he didn’t care about anything. So when he brought home a Angel, it left her confused.

And when Ava offered to babysit Micheal for her when her and will worked late, they took it. JJ wasn’t stupid, she knew Henry snuck out, with Ava babysitting he still, which JJ didn’t really care to dig in why as he would only tell her to go away.

JJ would come home at times and watch Ava with Micheal, as she played with him on the counter, or as he helped her make dinner and would always have a fresh plate of food when she got home.

Ava wasn’t stupid either. She was actually a genius, which a lot of people seemed to forget. She saw JJ once when she dropped off Henry at school and since that day something about her left her a burning memory in Ava’s brain that never seemed to go away. At one point she day dreamed a whole class period with such unholy thoughts about her classmates hot mom.

She decided a plan and set it into motion carefully. Showing light interest in Henry, saying hi in passing periods, staring at him from across the cafeteria. She was known to be an Angel and a lot of people wanted her and she knew it. Guys, girls, teachers… like she said a lot of people wanted her. She was no fool, and played it to her advantage, it took over a month for her and Henry to officially be dating. Poor thing didn’t even know the basics of dating. So she had him right under her finger.

She had done her homework before she introduced herself into JJ life. She knew she was an FBI special a gent that dealt with serial killers on the daily, so she wasn’t a dumb woman at all. She was honestly surprised at how gullible JJ really was.

She had stalked JJ, in her white blouse and dark blue and black skirt, a golden cross hanging from her neck as the uniform was school required. She watched as JJ paid for her grocery’s at the counter, the cash register employee discreetly checking her out as JJ had a light blush on her face only making Ava clench her jaw.

Ava stayed behind the building as she waited for the man to clock out to await his independent doom of fate by her hands. She watched as he made his way over to the car as she quietly walked behind him, he turned around when he noticed her reflection in his car window only to be stabbed in the heart with her knife. She watched as he slowly fell, his hands desperately reaching out onto something, leaving bloody hand prints on his car as she watched as he choked on his own blood. A Saint like smile on her face.

She grabbed her lipstick, drawing a cross on his car window. She got up, dusting off to the bit of woods that was behind the market, taking a path she was familiar with.

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JJ watched as Ava closed Michaels door, the boy falling to sleep to the story Ava told him. “I’m gonna head home Mrs. Jareau.” Ava grabbed her backpack not too worried as her plan was being set into motion.

“Is someone picking you up?” JJ was confused as she didn’t see anyone pull up.

“No, I’m just gonna walk. My house is only a few blocks away.” She shakes her head as she turned her back to JJ, bending over slightly to collect her lipstick and books to put in her bag.

JJ tried not to look as she but her lip in resistance, never having to struggle with self control like she had in the last few weeks when it came to her new babysitter.

“Why don’t I drive you, I rather make sure you get home safe.” JJ straitened her back as she got up from leaning against the door frame.

“Are you sure, Mrs. Jareau?” Ava asks while hitting her lower lip in a unsure way, internally noting the way JJ’s eyes travel down to them instinctively.

“Of course.” JJ smiled at her, her eyes glazing over her as she held a high position in the power dynamic, being older, and well a deadly weapon as she boxed and was an FBI agent but the way Ava looked up at her made JJ think she was in control the whole time.

JJ turned on her car as she started driving. Ava moved forward slightly to turn on the radio as JJ couldn’t stop her eyes if her life depends on it as they glaze of her bare chest form the top of the white uniform blouse. A light pink dotted her cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but the younger girl.

“Are you okay, Mrs Jareau?” Ava asks innocently while she was grinning like a devil on the inside.

JJ didn’t know how it happened but in an instant somehow she ended up parked in an abandoned parking lot with Ava on top of her, straddling her as their lips crashed.

Ava turned up her music as she made the chair scoot back and lay back, kissing her way down JJ bare top. Ava had ripped her shirt open, hickeys forming on their way down as the girl was way to possessive to not fake them.

“No marks” JJ managed to gasp out as she could already feel the forming bruises. “Too late.” Ava hummed with a devilish grin, making JJ cup her face and force Ava to kiss her. Which the brunette gladly did as she straddled her once more. JJ hands wondering her body.

“Do I mention how much I like your uniform?” JJ tilted her head as she left her own bruises down Avas’s neck, down her collar bone before she unhinged the younger women’s bra, her hands instantly replacing the fabric.

“Not… that… I… recall-“ Ava moaned eruplty as the words formers through her gasps as JJ slipped her hand into the brunette underwear. Her fingers sliding between her folds as she used her other hand to continue their kiss as she held the back of Ava’s neck.

“JJ-“ Ava moans, feuding her body into the blondes skillful hand as JJ’s palm found her clit, rubbing it more frequently as Ava sped up her grinding. The blonde only hummed in delight at the sight of Ava falling apart in her lap, it was a enchanting sight, one she’ll remember forever.

“Your doing so good.” JJ praised as she sucks harshly at the younger women’s neck. Ava only righted around her grin gets while moaning at the praise.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl?” JJ tskd as the other women couldn’t even process anything after JJ slid in two more fingers, the younger woman not lasting long as she came hard onto JJ fingers, resting her head against JJ shoulder as JJ prolonged her pleasure as she thrusted back into her.

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That’s how it started between them, the fleeting make out session in her bathroom or for JJ to take her home an hour early so they could have their special moments in the abandoned parking lot. She suspects her team thought something was up as she rushed home sooner and took specific days off.

But with the case they have been stuck on they didn’t dig further. Their case popped up about 5 months again, 2 months longer than her affair with Ava. People from JJ area of living seemed to brutally killed, store clerks, mechanics, fast food restaurants, banks, it was random so they didn’t have a clue. The unsub seemed to be one step ahead of them. They had not clue if it was a man or woman as the killings were brutal, but the lipstick drawing of a cross made them lean towards women, or homosexual man/non-binary or drag queen. They had no clue at all.

JJ chain of thoughts broke as she watched Ava walk by her, subtly rubbing her hand against the lower of her back before she walked over to Henry, handing him her drink before putting on her lips stick.

JJ eyes widen slightly as she stared at Ava, who only glanced at her before focusing on Henry. It all clicked to JJ. Way the people where killed the days JJ coincidently saw them or JJ knew them. The way Ava seemed so possessive but her good kind hearted smile had fooled everyone including her. Yet JJ blinked as she hid her emotions, something deep in her gut actually fluttering at the thought of Ava being that possessive over her.

“New girlfriend? Do we like her?” Emily and Penelope walked up to her from the back as they had been watching JJ stare at the girl with an emotion they did not recognize.

“By the way you’ve been staring I think not?” Penelope voices but JJ shook her head, as nobody couldn’t like Ava, she was an Angel.

“No, we actually love her, she’s such an angel, I think she’s perfect for Henry.” JJ put on her poker face as she didn’t want a hint of expression to seep through her facade. She wondered how Ava did it so effortlessly.

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websterss · 1 year

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Imagine

Just laying down beside Ethan and talking about the most random stuff like what you planned on doing in the future

What it was like growing up, your guys favorite movies, drinks, food, candy all of that

Then like out of nowhere he says something like "one day I will marry you" which just makes you shocked because it was

Really cute but the most random thing that he could say so you didn't really know who to respond to that and he goes on about wanting to have family with you , for some reason

It makes you cry but it wasn't because it was sad but because it so cute 🤭

“Wait-“ Ethan’s face scrunches with a laugh. “You cut your hair because you wanted to look like a cowboy?” Ethan can’t stop his laughter. (This is actually true people I did do this as a kid, just thought it’d be funny to include lmfao)

“I honestly don’t remember what the hell was going through my mind. My mom had a heart attack when she saw what I’d done to my long hair. I went my early daycare days with a bowl cut!” Your eyes close as you laugh. “My hair was up to my ears!”

“Your poor mom. I bet she was furious.”

“Oh she was mad! But then again I did it again in third grade. Then again last semester because I thought that I could cut my own bangs. She was not impressed all three times!”

“Wait is that why you always wore bobby pins in your hair. I just thought you liked pinning your hair back.”

“You’d think I’d put pins in my hair willingly? It was not a choice!” You chuckled

“You’re hair looks nice now.” Ethan raked his eyes over your face.

“That’s cause I stopped messing with it.” Silence settles over you two. Ethan fiddles with a lose string on his comforter. Then you reverse the question he had asked you, onto him.

“What was your childhood like?”

Ethan hesitates for a second then lays back. Eyes up to the ceiling, hands sprawled over his stomach.

“It wasn’t anything like yours. I can tell you that…” He lets out a faint nervous laugh. “Things were good…at least when my mom was still around.”

“Yeah…you told me she passed away from ca-“

“Cancer yeah. It was pretty hard on my dad. My siblings too but uh yeah. I remember when she was still around. We used to bake almost every day. I can whip up a mean chocolate chip cookie by the way.” He quirks a cheeky grin your way. “And uh…things were good. Honestly, my moms probably the reason why I’m into scary movies. Dad wouldn’t let me watch them, but mom would. We’d watch as many as we could before he’d get back from work. It was our thing…” He scoffs a little laugh. Eyes staring off. You smile fondly at him. Heart swelling at this.

“I bet you miss her.”

“A lot…” He moves his chin up and down. You go to lay down beside him. Side by side on his bed.

“You know…if you want we can head back to my place. I’m pretty sure I’d have dough and chocolate chips…” You sit up. Ethan turns his head to look up at you.

“Right now?” He looks to the clock at his nightstand.

“Yeah, why not. You can sleep over too. Tell me more about your wonderful mysterious life some more.” You giggled, taking one of his hands and fiddle with his fingers. “Plus I’d get your mean whipped up chocolate chip cookies. Milk and kisses included.”

“How do you I’m not lactose intolerant?”

“You ate my left over chocolate chip ice cream last week. I’d think I’d know if you were.” You push back his curls. He sighs as your fingers rake through his hair. Your smile remains. You were game for leaving to your place and baking with him just after he told you he and his mom used to do so. God he loved you. He mirrors your smile and sits up. You lean back slightly to not bump heads with him.

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan’s smile grows watching your eyes grow and pupils dilate. Your mouth opens up slightly.

“What?”

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan repeats himself, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh yeah…” Your heart swells with a giddy fluttering feeling.

“Yeah…” His eyes softens. Eyes taking over your soft features.

“So who’d be the one to ask then. You or me?” You play into it, but you could see he was being serious.

“It wouldn’t matter to me, but if you didn’t then I would.”

“So if i spontaneously asked you now. You’d say yes?”

“Yeah!” He nods.

“Will you marry me then?”

“Fuck yes…” He sighs, cupping your face and pulling you on top of him. You squeal as he flips you both over. Him hovering over you now. “A million times yes without a doubt.”

“Promise...” You breathe in and out. Hands raking in his hair.

“My minds made up. You’re all I want.” He leans down to collide his lips against yours.

#‣ julie answers #ashlesys-blog #scream vi:hcs

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delicate-luv · 9 months

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Five

Summary: reader and Eddie find out life changing news. They have to break the news to a very dreadful person.

CW: 18+, MDNI, abusive ex, pregnancy, abuse, fluff, violence, fighting, mention of murder, threats, mention of death

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You sat against the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the results. You wanted to find out alone. Eddie waited outside the bathroom door for your signal.

After a few, painstakingly long minutes went by, you quickly flipped the test over before you could have any second thoughts.

Two pink lines.

"Eddie?" You called out for him while you couldn't help but start to cry.

"Yes? Can I come in?"

"Yes." You sniffled and glanced up at him entering the doorway. He looked at you with worry in his eyes as he closed the toilet lid and sat down on it.

"So?" He anxiously bit his lip as he sat down adjacent from you on the edge of the bathtub.

"I'm pregnant."

"Woah." You both saw it coming, but didn't know how to react.

"Eddie. It's yours. You know that, right?" You wiped a tear. "the last time my boyfriend even touched me was at least 6 months ago."

"Ex-boyfriend, right?" He corrected.

"Actually.." you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

"Fuck. What the fuck?" he threw his hands up in defeat and then covered his face in frustration.

"I know I have to leave him. I didn't know when would be the right time to."

"I can't officially be with you, or officially care for our baby when I know you're with someone else. It's time to break it off with him." He managed to stay calm, although he was obviously disappointed. "and you thought I was married? You're the one who has a boyfriend!"

"I know." You stared at the ground. "anyways, can you tell me more about the pregnancy with Otis?" You needed to change the subject, needing something to reassure you that Eddie had been through this before, and knowing that he knew what he was doing.

"Okay," he sighed, rubbing his hands down his leg. "right after we got married, she fell pregnant. We planned it from the beginning. I just wasn't expecting her to leave so soon, not after we had been through hell together."

"Can I ask what her name was? Why did she leave you as a single father? Isn't that quite selfish of her?"

"It's not selfish of her. She would have stayed," he became more serious and stared right into your eyes. "She was murdered. They never caught the guy. Her name was Chrissy."

"Eddie.." You we're at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry."

"It's all in the past now. For so long, I blocked it out." He stood up and rubbed his forehead. "I'm done talking about it, you don't need this kind of stress. Get up off the floor."

You stood up and you walked into the living room together.

Eddie knew he had to start to get Otis comfortable around you. He knew you two would be living together fully in no time.

"Do you have anyone you want to tell the big news too?" He asked.

"I have to tell Scarlett. And Ezra. I don't want to tell my mom, she'd make it all about my dad. She's also very old fashioned, plus we're still grieving and we haven't spoken since he-." You seemed to have choked on your own words. "I know it's not ideal to tell your boyfriend you're leaving him because you got pregnant with another man's baby."

"Scarlett will be happy for you. Won't she?"

"Yes. Although she may kick me out of the apartment. She's the one who pays most of the rent after all." You sighed, thinking at all the setbacks this has already given you. "do you have anyone you want to tell?"

"My bandmates, Steve, uhh i don't know." He made it clear that didn't want to tell Otis until he could fully understand what was going on and when he got to know you a little bit more.

"You don't have any family?"

"Otis is my only family, really. I lived with my uncle. He passed away not too long ago."

You nodded, ready to face what was your greatest fear these past couple of weeks. "I better go tell Ezra."

"I'll come with you, just in case."

"Okay, just don't bring any weapons." You laughed. "We're still somewhat strangers, I don't know what kinda stuff you're hiding."

"I don't need to bring any weapons, one punch wearing these bad boys, and you're out cold for days." He pointed to the various silver rings that covered his fingers.

"If you're not back in under 2 minutes, I'm coming in there." He rubbed your leg for reassurance. "remember, keep being your sexy confident self."

You stared at the brick house, gaining as much courage you could in that moment.

"Wish me luck." You unbuckled your seatbelt and walked up the steps to Ezra's house. He lived in a fairly big house, with lots of steps leading up to the front porch.

He opened the door, eyes widening when he realized it was you on his doorstep. "Finally. You've come to apologize."

"Actually Ezra, I need to talk to you."

He gave you an evil smile, "come inside."

You had no choice but to follow his lead.

Eddie watched from the car. "shit!" He whispered in frustration. He had lost his view of you. He got out binoculars from the center console and looked into the window, making sure to keep a careful eye on you. There was not a peep of noise coming from the car, only Eddie's heavy breathing, due to being so concentrated. Along with Otis babbling in the back, despite knowing how to talk.

"Please sit." Ezra demanded you sit on the couch next to him, but you refused.

"Ezra, I'm leaving you."

"What? Why? Don't act like you're the victim, you b-"

"I'm pregnant, and it's not yours. I don't love you anymore. I don't think I ever loved you, in all honesty."

he jumped out of his chair with all of his power. "YOU LITTLE SLUT! HOW DARE YOU? WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO? GET REVENGE ON ME? GO KILL YOURSELF, YOU WHORE."

"You're the one who treats me like I'm a piece of shit!" You yelled back. It felt good.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE! SO YOU GO AND GET KNOCKED UP?" He slapped you across the face.

You fell to the floor, crying. You were begging him to stop.

Eddie could hear your screams and cries from inside. He was fuming. He jumped out and ran over to the front door, busting it down with all of the built up adrenaline and anger.

Ezra jumped back. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? THE FREAK WHO KNOCKED YOU UP?" He threw a punch right at your head, but luckily missed. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN AWFUL MOTHER, YOU SLUT! YOUR KID IS GOING TO HAVE THIS LOSER AS A FATHER?"

"I'd regret doing that if I were you." Eddie ran over and punched Ezra right into the stomach. He then got a hold of Ezra's neck and pushed him against the wall, in a chokehold.

"If you dare to say anything about my girl again, I'll make sure those are your last words." He threatened.

Ezra was very intimidated, he immediately became so small again. "Please, Im sorry. I'll stop. I will treat you better this time. I will love this baby, even if it's not mine."

"My mind has already been made up. I'd rather spend a life time in hell than ever get back with you."

Ezra was choking up, almost to the point of passing out. Eddie let go of him, having him collapse to the ground, barely breathing.

Eddie chimed in. "I'd agree with her. But, hell already is being with you." He grabbed your hand. "I'd never put a woman through what you put her through."

He held your hand as you escaped his home, not looking back. You jumped into the car, not waiting another second to speed out of there and never looking back.

There you sat at the tv, waiting for the children's channel to come on.

You were still trying to recover from what an exhausting and anxiety ridden day today when you heard Eddies coming down the hallway, talking in his soft voice. "Otis, can you meet someone special for me? She's going to love you and take lots of care of you."

You weren't supposed to hear this, you knew if Eddie knew that you had overheard, he would be so embarrassed and pretend it didn't happen. You smiled once you saw Eddie holding hands with Otis, slowly walking towards you. He had hair that was a little lighter than Eddie's, a light brown. It was obvious that he had inherited Eddie curls, along with his eyes.

You spoke sweetly. "Hello Otis. My name is y/n. It's so nice to meet you." Even though you had met the little boy multiple times before, this was the first time you properly introduced yourself.

"Your name might be a little hard for him to pronounce." Eddie quietly whispered to you.

"Well then, you can call me whatever you'd like." You smiled at the little boy.

"Hi." He flapped his hand trying to wave and immediately held out his small arms for you to give him a hug.

You hugged him back. "how old are you?"

"This many!" He held out two fingers.

"Wow! That's so old." You gasped, getting a giggle out of him.

"I know, he's getting so big." Eddie kissed him on the side of his head and sat down on the couch next to you. He slowly wrapped his arm around you.

Otis jumped up onto the couch, wanting to sit on your lap.

The kids channel soon came on, Otis immediately sitting up and clapping his hands together. His attention was fully tuned into the little animal-like cartoons that were dancing around on the television.

"I'm so excited for us." Eddie turned to you and spoke in a deep, almost whisper.

"Me too." You glanced over to see a big wide grin on Eddie's face.

As the night went on, Otis was slowly beginning to fall asleep on the couch. He had soon fallen asleep, clung to your lap.

“He’s so sweet.” You whispered to Eddie.

“He is. He’s my boy.” He wore a proud grin on his face. “Let me take him to bed.”

He swiftly scooped him out of your lap and whisked him into his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later, urgent to get back to spending some quality time with you.

“He was really excited to sit on your lap.”

“He was.” You nodded.

“Do you think he knows?”

“Who knows? Kids his age are supposed to be super intelligent with that kinda stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You agreed with him and reached for the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Up to you. You’re the woman of the house now, you make all the big decisions.” He joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and cuddling up to you.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You slithered your arm around his chest.

“I don’t think forever would be long enough.” He sank further into your touch.

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londonharrington · 2 years

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king of my heart | eddie munson x fem!reader

y/n and eddie run in different crowds, but that doesn’t stop the two of them from dating one another

notes: golden girl!reader. fluff. douchebag!oc. i also made hopper her uncle because why not. this is pre-season 3. :))

Hawkins High was full of opportunities. Opportunities to make friends, get good grades for a job, even find love. And this is what Y/N did.

Everybody around her knew what her priorities were. Get good grades, make good friends, and find true love. She got the first two on deck but if they find out about the last one, they might think she was crazy.

“Eddie! Oh! Don’t leave any marks, love, please,” Y/N moaned as Eddie kissed her on the neck, with his hands roaming her body.

“Don’t you worry, princess. I’ll only leave marks only I can see,” Eddie replied as he winked at her before going back on the task at hand.

Yes, Eddie “the freak” Munson was the one she considered her true love and she as his. Which is why they were stuck in a broom closet making out during their free period as opposed to making out outside, like a normal couple.

Though her parents knew about Eddie, and fully supported their relationship, seeing as Y/N’s mom and dad both had the very similar experience that the two currently has. They still could not reveal their relationship to the student population.

They both wished that they were described as a normal couple, being able to hold hands and walk through classes together. Being able to go on dates without fearing that anybody will see and judge the both of them. But little do they know that the moment they were waiting for was going to present itself very soon. They just had to wait.

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Another Monday morning at Hawkins High, where everybody is mourning the weekend that quickly passed. Everybody walked the halls slowly, brains still not fully ready for the other school week. Except for Y/N.

She was already at school an hour before classes started. She was putting up posters for their upcoming prom, seeing as it was her last event to plan. She needed it to be perfect.

Though she was the one planning, she still did not have a date, per se, since Eddie was still hesitant to attend. Yes, he wanted to support Y/N and she her efforts come to life, but he also did not want to be stuck in a gymnasium with their stupid classmates who will only be rude to him once they found out that he was going out with the resident golden girl.

“Hey! L/N!”

Y/N turned around and saw Chris, running towards her with flowers on his hand. She already knew where this was going and she it wasn’t going to end well.

“Will you go to the prom with me?” he asked, with his group of friends behind him, snickering.

“Uhm, no, sorry,” she said, trying to get away from the attention the two of them were getting.

Chris’s eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed her wrist tightly, “Huh? What do you mean? Nobody says no to me,” he said, trying to convince her.

“No, Chris. I do not want to go with you. And please let go of me.”

“No. I’m not letting you go. Not until you say yes.”

“She said no, Chris. Let her go,” somebody suddenly spoke up and the whole corridor silenced. She turned around and saw Eddie coming beside her.

“Shut up, you freak. This is none of your business,” Chad said, letting go of Y/N’s wrist and pushing Eddie back, “Why don’t you just die since clearly you’re life isn’t going anywhere.”

“Nobody says that to my boyfriend, you jerk!” Y/N stepped up and before anybody could react, she swung her fist to his cheek, hitting it as hard as she could.

Chris’ eyes widened as the event sunk in to him, “You’re going to regret this,” he said pointing at her.

“And who are you going to call? The police? Have you forgotten who my uncle is? Do you want him to arrest you for underage drinking and drug possession? Huh?” she threatened. Everybody knew it was an empty threat, but he wasn’t smart enough to know that.

His eyes widened as he and his friends ran away. Y/N looked around and saw everybody looking at he and Eddie.

“What are you staring at? Show’s over!” she exclaimed as she grabbed Eddie’s hand dragging him into an empty classroom.

“Babe, that was so hot,” he suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“The way you just punched Chris. It was hot,” he shrugged.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him, “Now that everybody knows that we’re together, does this mean that you’ll go to prom with me?”

“That depends. How about your reputation? What if your friends don’t want to be your friends anymore? And your extracurriculars? What if they don’t allow you to go to those anymore? And-”

Y/N shut him up by kissing him on the lips.

“Babes, I’m all set for college. And I’m pretty sure they need me more that I need them,” she said as she leaned on him chest, now wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Do we get to match?” he suddenly asked.

“Of course! I kinda want to wear an all black gown, you’re going to love it, but does this mean that you accept?”

“Yes love. I will go to prom with you!” he exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

She laughed and kissed him again.

“Oh by the way. I think I would prefer your dress on the floor by the end of the night,” he said winking at her as he started kissing her neck.

“Eddie!”

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A/N: ending’s kinda rushed but i really enjoyed writing this story. I was going to make the reader a cheerleader but I do not know a lot about cheer so yeah.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #st4 imagine

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The Summer it Came True

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Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Word count: 2191

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Two days had passed since you bumped into him at the store.

Two days had passed since you saw his face again after what felt like forever.

Two days had passed since you realised my feelings for him were still very much there.

Two days had passed since you exchanged numbers.

Two days had passed, and he hadn't texted you.

We're you supposed to text first? Was he waiting for you to text him? You surely couldn't do that. You didn't want to seem thirsty. You had to take your mind off all this. You still didn't have designs ready for the collection. Some summer this was.

You were making myself a quick sandwich when you saw your phone light up from a message, and you just knew it was him, so you instantly dropped what you were doing and picked up your phone.

...

Chan

Hey

You

Chan

I stopped by the old neighbourhood today to visit friends, and your house still looks the exact same way it did before I left. The only difference is that no one was in it. I would have loved to see your parents again. Maybe I'll check back another time.

You

Chan... my parents died in a car crash six years ago. I stay at the beach house every summer now. That's why no one was at home.

Chan

Are you pulling my legs right now, Kel?

What do you mean?

No one told me anything, not even my mom

I'm so sorry that happened, Kel

I shouldn't have said that

I'm so sorry

You

No, don't worry, it's fine.

You didn't know

How could you have known?

Just forget about it. I'm okay.

Chan

So what's going on with you?

You

Well, for starters, after mom and dad died, they left everything to me. The houses, cars, and the entire company. I became the ceo of a multi-million dollar company at the age of 20. And I'm currently drowning in work. Other than that, nothing too interesting. You?

Chan

Oh, that's definitely not what I expected to hear. So, no parties or boyfriends or?

I already told you everything that was up with me when we bumped into each other at the store. That was pretty much it.

You

Oh, so what do you plan to do while you're here?

Chan

Well, I have two weeks here in Sydney and two weeks in Melbourne because of family, so I'm just trying to meet up with old friends, but things have changed a lot. No one actually still lives in the neighbourhood except you, Ryan, and Jade.

You

Yep, everyone did leave eventually. Some of them probably live in other countries now. I didn't keep in touch that much to know what happened to everyone.

Chan

Oh...

It'd be nice to catch up sometime

You

I'm sorry I have to go now

I'm getting a call from work

Bye chan

Why did Angie have to call you now? Why now? She called was probably calling to know how the designs were going and how were you going to tell her that you didn't have anything yet?

You looked back at your sandwich on the table and reread the chats from your conversation. Why did he ask about boyfriends? Why did he care? He said he wanted to meet up with you. Did he truly want to see you, or were you just his only hope because everyone else was gone?

Hours passed after your little conversation with chan. It was evening now, and your butt had fully merged with your office chair. You had made some progress with the designs, but you didn't really like them, so you decided to keep those and start new ones.

You got thirsty, so you went downstairs for a drink, and that was when you heard a knock on your door. Nobody except Angie, your secretary and CJ knew knew the address to the beach house, and from what you knew, CJ was in Paris for a show, and Angie was still at work. Who could it be? You didn't order anything either, so you weren't expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" You asked, looking through the peephole, but you didn't see anyone, and no one answered, so you threw caution out the window and opened the door.

You opened the door only to be met with no one. Was someone pulling a prank on you? You were just about to shut the door and go about your business when someone wedged their foot in between it, and this wasn't just a random person it was HIM. It was Chan. What was he doing here? Why did he have a box of chocolates in his hand?

"Hi." He said with a smile on his face. You had fully opened the door now, so you just stood looking looking at each other.

"Oh my God, chan, you scared me. What are you doing here? More importantly, how did you find your way here?"

"C'mon kel have some faith in me. Things did change but not that much. Of course, I still remember the beach house."

"Oh." You said, not knowing what else to say.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You totally forgot that you were just standing on opposite sides of your door staring at each other.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm sorry." You moved out of the way so he could make his way in. As you turned back towards him from locking the door, you were met with Chan handing out the box of chocolates to you.

"Oh, thank you. But why?" You said while stretching out my hands to collect the box like you weren't about to explode.

"It's the least I could do after disappearing for years. It's nothing." He answered your question.

It wasn't nothing. In fact, it was everything. The man you had feelings for just gave me a box of chocolates. You were losing it.

You told him to have a seat on one of the couches, and you made your way to the kitchen to drop the box of chocolates on the island

"Do you want anything?" You asked from the kitchen.

"Just water is fine." He replied. You got a bottle of water out from the fridge and handed it to him.

"Thank you. I honestly came by to see you because everything you told me about you working reminded me of me. You shouldn't keep yourself cooped up in here. I spend so much time working that i barely have time for anyone. Not even myself. I don't want that to happen to you." Chan said when he had taken a sip of water

"Well, you're about six years late, but I'll give you an A for effort." He laughed a bit when you said that and then patted the empty spot next to him on the sofa to signal you to sit down. You honestly forgot that you were still standing. This whole situation was still a bit shocking to you.

"What I'm trying to say is it's summer. You should take a break. Let me take you out tonight. Just to clear your head."

Did you hear properly, or were you having auditory hallucinations? Did he just offer to take you out? All of a sudden? Was this like a date? Of course, it wasn't a date he just wanted to catch up because he hadn't been around, and you were the only one accessible to him.

You stood there not knowing what to say so he told you that if you didn't want to come you didn't have to but you reassured him that you did want to (like you would ever pass on the opportunity to go out with him) and he should give you a few minutes to get ready. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a black hat, so you decided to mirror him a bit.

You put on black cargo shorts and a cropped white tank, then coupled it with a black shrug, white socks, black platform converses, and a black mini backpack to keep your things in.

You combed my curls out, put on some light makeup, and made my way downstairs.

"Okay, I'm ready. Where exactly are we going?" You asked.

"Is the old amusement park still open at this time? I haven't been there in years." He replied your question with a question.

"Yeah, it is." You said.

"Okay, so let's go there."

"Wow, so so you didn't even have anything planned. What if the park had closed down or something?" You said sarcastically.

"Then we would have driven around till we found something to do. Now stop talking and let's go."

"Let me just grab my keys." You told him.

"Give them to me. I'll drive." He said, stretching out his hand to collect the key

"No, it's my car. I'll drive and you be my passenger princess." That was funny if you said so yourself.

"No. I insist I drive since I'm the one who suggested the outing." It was clear that you were both stubborn, and this debate on who should drive was not going to end anytime soon.

"Should we just rock, paper, scissors for it?" You suggested. He agreed, and he ended up winning. He happily took the keys from your hand and started the car while you turned off lights in the house and locked up.

You joined him in the car through the passenger seat, and he reminded you to use your seat belt for safety. You wanted to tell him that you knew very well how cars worked, but decided it was best not to say anything.

You both ended up talking about his experience in Korea, and you were more than shocked to find out that he trained for seven years without any assurance that he would debut. He only debuted in 2018. He had been a trainee longer than he had been an idol.

"We're here." He said when you arrived at the gate.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the ticketing booth, and there you had another argument about who would put money on the ride and games card.

You ended up agreeing to split the bill half and half, and proceeded to go on the rides. You couldn't help but notice just how much of a baby he still was. The way he squealed and giggled when we got on particularly scary rides, was so precious to you. He even begged for you guys not to go into the haunted house and you almost cried laughing.

It made you think about everything he told you about being a trainee for seven years and how his childhood was basically taken away from him because he wanted to pursue his dreams.

He gave up his youth for his future.

After you had gotten on basically every ride in the park, you found some benches and sat on one together. There was an awkward silence for some minutes, and you were lost in his beautiful features, but you were snapped out of thought when he got up from the bench and told you that he'd be back.

You almost wanted to follow him, but for some reason, you decided to sit back and wait. Some minutes after, he came back with an entire tray of food.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got the same thing for the both of us." He said sitting down.

You looked at what he had got, and it was hotdogs, fries, and milkshakes. You were about to combust. This man was so nice and caring. He was perfect.

By the time you were done eating, it was a little bit after 11, and you definitely couldn't go on rides after eating, so you decided to get going.

He wanted to return the games card to you before you parted ways, but you told him to keep it because he might want to come back sometime before he left, and surprisingly, he didn't argue. He just said thank you and kept it in his wallet.

The Uber that he had ordered to take him back to his hotel room had arrived, so he handed me my keys. we both said goodbye to each other and parted ways.

You didn't want him to leave yet, but what were you supposed to say? Chan, don't go. I have feelings for you?

By the time you got home, you had received a text from him.

...

Chan

Thank you for today

I haven't had this much fun in a while

You

What are you thanking me for?

I should be thanking you. You finally got me to have some fun, and plus, you suggested it

Chan

Hey, I was wondering...

It's kind of lonely in my hotel room, and I have no one to hang out with, but you.

If it's not too inconveniencing, could I come stay in the beach house with you for the remaining time I have in Sydney?

You

Typing...

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?

Hi guys! ❤️

If anyone here wants to be added to a permanent taglist for this series feel free to tell me. I would really appreciate it. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!

-Nia

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #bang chan #bangchan fluff #bangchan fanfic #soft hours #fluff #friends to lovers #mutual pining #black kpop fans #black kpop stans #kpop #kpop tumblr #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #slow burn

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densi-mber · 6 months

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Rushing Home with their Treasures

“Ooh, what about this?” Deeks asked, holding up a tiny green and red elf costume.

“I don’t know,” Kensi said, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “It’s cute, but also kind of ugly.” She rested her hand over her stomach, absentmindedly rubbing a few times. “Those dresses are really cute, though,” she added.

Deeks followed her gaze to the smallest imaginable velvet dress with a poofy skirt.

“That is adorable,” he agreed. “We could get it.”

“But then we’re going to end up with three possible sets of everything to cover all the possible girl/boy scenarios. Besides, we’re supposed to be getting gifts for family and friends, not the twins.”

They’d taken advantage of a afternoon when neither of them had any appointments or work to knock out some of their holiday shopping. The giant display of baby paraphernalia had sent them on a half hour detour.

“Ok, where do you want to head first?”

“Well, I thought since Rosa’s gift is probably going to be at least partially custom-made, we should probably get that taken care of before it gets too busy,” Kensi suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” He saw Kensi give the baby clothes another look before finally turning in the direction of the jewelry department.

“How can I help you today?” the assistant at the jewelry counter asked as they approached. “We have some lovely pieces on sale today and all earrings in this display are 50% off.”

“Thank you, but we’re actually looking for a pendant for our daughter,” Deeks explained. “This is what we had in mind.”

An hour later, they walked away from the counter with pamphlets, paperwork, and the promise of their personally designed necklace in a week’s time. In the end, they’d settled on a design a series of interlocking hearts that incorporated each of their birthstones, with space to include the twins’ once they were born.

To some, it might sound slightly cheesy, but Rosa valued anything that linked her to her found family. From the pictures spaced throughout the house, to Deeks and Kensi’s names on her school forms. The necklace just happened to be a very purposeful and more extravagant addition.

“I think she’s going to love it,” Kensi said, examining the example pictures they’d been given. They strolled past a couple food vendors on their way out and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “Mm, cinnamon rolls.”

She gave Deeks a sly look, and he chuckled, veering off towards the Cinnabon. “C’mon, we can’t let you and the Pastry Babies starve. Especially when there’s literal pastry to be had.”

Kensi looped her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“So, where to next?” Deeks asked once they both had cinnamon rolls the size of his head in hand.

Peeling off a strip of glaze-covered dough, Kensi slowly at it while she considered his question. “That boutique Anna likes is across the mall, we’re getting Rountree and Fatima’s gifts at the Christmas market, so maybe your mom’s?”

“Sure. Though we are definitely not getting items 2, 3, or 7 from her wish list.”

“Oh, you mean the lingerie, dirty truth or dare game, and aphrodisiac gift basket?” Kensi said, licking icing off her finger. “Yeah, I’m thinking we need to pass those on to Arkady.”

“Ew,” Deeks commented, giving a full-body shudder. “Ok, you want to meet up in the accessories? I’m gonna grab some coffee to wash down the sugar and hopefully burn the thought of aphrodisiacs, my mom, and Arkady from my mind.”

Snorting, Kensi leaned in for a kiss. “See you in a few.”

Deeks joined the line for one of the many coffee shops sprinkled around the mall’s main floor. When Kensi was out of sight, he ducked out of line, making a beeline for the baby department. It only took a few minutes to locate the racks of Christmas outfits they’d looked at earlier.

He grabbed the tiny green dress, smiling as he headed for the register.

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A/N: So much fluff this densimber! And yes, I’m still manifesting twins all day, every day.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 7 #ncis la fanfiction #ncis la #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #pregnant kensi #fluff #Christmas shopping #by ejzah

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 4 months

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The Storm- black sheep au drabble

Idk what to call this au from last week, but I've been thinking about the lore a lot. Here's a little drabble of German Shepard Anetra and the Colby's.

It was about a month into Anetra living on the farm, and she still had yet to go inside the house.

Kerri and Sasha both offered her to come inside every night with them, but the dog refused. She preferred to stay in the barn or sleep outside by the well-house. Kerri once was able to get her to the doorframe before Anetra darted in the other direction.

“I think we should try getting her inside again,” Sasha said one evening, looking at the evening gray clouds rolling in through the kitchen window.

Kerri turned down the TV that played the weather report for the upcoming thunderstorm for that night. “We tried everything. She wouldn’t even come in for her favorite ball.” she pointed out.

“I’m worried about her. I know the sheep don’t care for storms, but they won’t do much if she freaks out.”

“The black one gets pretty chatty with her,” Kerri snorted as she joked. “She lived outside for who knows how long. I think she will be okay.”

Sasha sighed as she sat on the couch next to her daughter. “We’ll keep an eye on the back door, just in case.” She looked out the glass back door once more. “Let’s put on a movie, I’m tired of watching the news.”

About fifty minutes into The Devil Wears Prada, Sasha picked up the empty bowl from the coffee table. “I’m going to make us more popcorn, you want anything?”

“Yeah, if we have any more Diet Coke.” Kerri turned around to glance at the kitchen to look at the box on the counter, but something else caught her eye. “Oh my god. Mom, you have to see this,” she said as she kneeled to face the direction of the back of the couch.

“What is it?” Sasha turned around to look as well and looked in the direction that her daughter was looking.

In the corner of the view of the glass door, they saw Anetra lying on the doorstep. She was curled up in a tight ball, ears peeking out from her position. She was completely soaked from the rain that was pouring outside.

“I think she wants to come inside, poor girl,” Sasha said as she exited the couch and walked to the door. “Go get some towels from the bathroom so we can dry her off.” she directed Kerri.

As Kerri left the room, Sasha slowly opened the back door. She watched as Anetra was startled from the sudden noise, and stepped back off of the doorstep. She looked at Sasha with dark eyes, tail tucked between her legs.

Sasha kept her voice light and welcoming, “You can come inside, sweet girl. It’s okay.”

Suddenly, as if on cue, a loud clap of thunder erupted outside. The noise caused the picture frames on the wall to shake slightly. Sasha heard Anetra start to whimper as she bowed her head.

“We aren’t going to hurt you, you can come in here,” Sasha said gently as Anetra looked back up at her. The dog cautiously walked through the door and into the house, trying not to slip on the tiled floor.

Kerri passed her one of the old towels from the bathroom after the door was shut and locked, and both got to work on drying Anetra. As Sasha worked on patting the towel along Anetra’s chest and ears, Kerri rubbed her towel carefully on each of the paws and feet.

After they got the dog as dry as they could, Sasha found old blankets in the back of the linen closet and folded them into a makeshift bed on the floor. As they continued watching the movie, Anetra curled up and slept on the pile of folded blankets.

“Looks like we finally have an inside dog,” Kerri said as the movie finished and both planned on going to bed.

“You know she’s going to be begging to get back outside in the morning,” Sasha said as she gave a sleeping Anetra’s ears one last scratch.

“I don’t know about that,” Kerri said as she filled her reusable water bottle from the fridge. “I think she likes having her special place in the house with us.”

As the next morning sun slowly woke Sasha up from her slumber, she attempted to stretch out her arms and legs as she yawned.

But her legs were stopped by something heavy at the bottom of the bed, over the covers.

Sasha smiled to herself as she reached over, scratching along Anetra’s back gently, “I guess Kerri was right. You are an inside dog now.”

#black sheep au #my writing #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr s15

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lasagnaboxlesbian · 1 year

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CHAPTER ONE OUT NOW!! [link]

It’s sapphic silly hours so I wanted to post a little sneak peek of Chapter 1 (unfinished but alas… the ronance brain worms hath spoken) for my next multichapter fic!!

a Nancy POV rewrite of season 1 featuring ronance

Robin moves in next door to the Wheelers prior to the events of s1

Comphet Lesbian Nancy

fic title is based on the mbav theme song “Girl Next Door” by Copperpot

i think i’ll call her on the phone (or am i better off alone?)

Chapter 1 - fruit

August 15th, 1983

HAWKINS, INDIANA

Three knocks to Nancy’s open door had her turning her head to the voice she knew was waiting.

Holly and Mike usually just barge in, Mike would’ve yelled some excuse 50 miles a minute while Holly would’ve just toddled past the squeaky door. Her father, Ted, would’ve waited for her to skip down the steps for dinner and asked her to stay for a minute as he had something to say.

That left one person.

“Nancy, I told you we were leaving in five minutes,” her mother, Karen, stood firm by the door, back straight, hands on her hips as she looked over at her daughter disapprovingly. “Hang up on Barb, you can always call her back once we go see them.”

Nancy pursed her lips and nodded her head, the receiver of the phone shielded by a newly polished hand. “Yeah… yeah… just give me a second.”

Karen’s heels clacked as she walked downstairs, “Make sure to pick up the fruit basket on the table! I’ll be waiting by the door.”

She waited until the footsteps were farther enough away that huffed a breath, hoping Barb would hear on the other end. “God… she’s been-” she sighed again. “Anyways… um” Nancy looked out of her window, “you know the Taylors, right? Lived next door?”

“Yeah, yeah… my mom mentioned something about them… apparently the mom was like… uh never- nevermind.” Barb whispers, “Anyways… you were saying?”

Nancy’s brows furrow but elect to ignore that in favor of ranting to her best friend before having to put up false appearances. “New people moved in, my mom is obsessed with bringing all the neighbours a housewarming gift since it’s rare for anyone to move in around here, so-”

“Young lady, I am waiting!” Karen shouted from below.

“Look, I’ll call when I’m back, alright?”

“‘Course, Nance. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Click

Nancy bit back a smile, standing up from where she had been lounged across her bed. Facing herself in the mirror, she adjusted one of the clips holding back her long, wavy brown locks.

“Nancy!” Karen shouted.

She whipped her head to the door, rushing out as she slammed it behind her.

“No slamming doors,” she heard her father rumble from the lazy boy sat across the TV, casually flipping through a newspaper.

It was Saturday, about a week before school started, and Nancy would be faced with dealing with the new people across the yard.

Passing her mother she muttered, “And of course Mike doesn’t have to come.”

“I heard that.” Her mother spoke to Nancy’s retreating form, continuing once she saw her daughter with the gaudily packaged fruit basket. “Michael is at Will’s today. And as far as I’m concerned, you are at home.”

Nancy shuffled in her old white heels, the sides nipping at her ankles. “It’s not my fault-”

“Enough. I am not having this conversation before we go see the Buckley’s.”

Nancy bit her tongue, she was already under practical house arrest after she snuck out last week to go hang out with Barb past curfew.

In her defense, it was because Barb had sworn that she overheard Steve was going to be at Tiffany’s Birthday and had an open invite. They weren’t even planning on going in! Just scoping out the scene to see if the possibility of what Steve had told her at the end of last year was real. That he had started to notice her over freshman year, and that he wasn’t planning on seeing anyone anytime soon.

All they had to do was snoop around to see if he had a date, and Barb would shove it in Nancy’s face that he was just like the other dumb jocks that treated the high school hierarchy like it mattered.

But all it took was her mother opening her door and seeing the window open for her to jump down the Holland’s lines, both mothers desperately searching for the missing pair.

She’d been grounded until the school year and wasn’t keen on that getting a punishment far enough that they’d disconnect her personal line.

God, she couldn’t imagine not being able to talk to Barb about all the bullshit going on in her life. She always felt like all the family responsibility had been placed on her, meanwhile Mike got to coast along her coat tails. He was perpetually too young to be at fault for anything, so obviously the brunt of her parent’s wrath had to be placed on her.

She was the nice girl.

She would fall in line when needed.

And unlike her siblings, she was apparently old enough to understand the consequences of a bad reputation.

But she knew that it wasn’t just reputation that kept her in an elevated position of responsibility. She was the oldest daughter, of course everyone would be breathing down her neck to be the perfect little girl.

“-ncy?” Karen whispered, tapping the girl’s shoulder.

Nancy must’ve zoned out for the short walk across the driveway because she only now did she become aware of the splintered wooden door in front of her, the basket gone heavy in her hands.

She glanced back at Karen from the corner of her eyes, looking down as a taunt smile pulled against her cheeks. “Sorry- sorry… I was just… thinking. I’m fine”

Karen didn’t say anything, and Nancy didn’t want to look at her in fear of the same expression she’d worn since that night.

Disappointment.

Her mother knocked on the door, and Nancy waited with baited breath, as the lock clicked and the door opened.

Stood in a lose-fitting white t-shirt and pair of cut off jean shorts, was a girl. Her hand tightly gripped a can of Coke and her brows furrowed at the two stood on her doorstep.

This is going to be so awkward.

“Hi!” Karen chirped, the girl giving Nancy a once over before looking at her mom.

Nancy only felt slightly miffed at the fact that the look she’d given her mother was a lot less venomous than the one thrown her way.

Asshole.

[END OF PREVIEW]

Thank you so much for reading!! ❤️✨

Not sure for an exact date of posting considering current works are taking priority right now, but I was really excited to share this one!!

#lbl fic hints #ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #ronance fic #the urge to rewrite the whole show with ronance grows daily

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euphoricimagination · 9 months

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Summary: Two weeks have passed since the preliminaries, Nationals starting tomorrow with the opening ceremony. Since Nekoma didn’t classify, you technically couldn’t go there, but nothing it's going to stop you from seeing your foxes again.

Kenma x reader; Haikyuu x reader

Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

From the beginning

“Guys, are you all here?” you call them as you enter into the gym

“Yes chibi, what happened?”

“Nothing much, just some info. On Friday all the gyms will be closed, the school is going to do an inspection, so we don’t have practice on the afternoon”

“Thanks for telling us chibi” says Yaku as you sit next to him “Nationals start tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, did your friends arrive already?” asks Kenma sitting on your other side, eyes on his phone

“They should be arriving to Saitama soon; they need to be in the opening ceremony tomorrow”

“Oh yeah, their first match is on Friday morning, right? Well at least you can go and see them on the weekend” Kuroo says with a smile

“Oh, I’m going to see their first match, thank God we can’t practice on Friday”

“How? It’s in the morning, you would have to ditch school to be able to see them” Yaku asks confused before sighing at the realization of your plan “Yn-chan, do you think your friends will be ok with you ditching school for them?”

“Well, Kita-san will probably scold me a bit, the rest like me too much to get mad at me”

“Oh…then what about your mom? Do you think she will be okay with you not coming to school?”

“Oh yeah, you don’t know my mom, she and my brother are going too. The moment they knew about the guys going to the Nationals she asked for the time so we could go”

“Your…mom…is letting you and your little brother ditch school to go to see a volleyball game?” asks Yaku dumbfounded

“Yeah, pretty much”

“It’s just a day, and it’s not like chibi-chan or her brother neglect school and have bad grades anyway” adds Kuroo

“I feel like we should have expected something like this from chibi-chan”

“Well, Yn always does something different to what I expect, it’s hard to read her sometimes” Kenma says nonchalantly

“I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or not…anyways go back to practice” you stand up, making them stand up too

Friday came in, and since Saitama it’s quite far, you had to wake early to arrive at a good time. Yesterday after practice you made some onigiris for the boys, and just like he promised, Kenma kept you company. Despite saying he was going to play the whole time, he still helped with the instructions and other little things.

You go out of your house stretching your arms when you saw two figures in front of you

“What are you doing here?”

“C’mon chibi-chan, you really thought we will let you go alone?” says Kuroo smiling at you, coming over to rub your hair before whispering “Kenma wanted to go with you, but I didn’t tell you anything”

“Guys hi! I didn’t know you were coming” your mom greets them

“Hey miss, yeah sorry, you don’t mind us joining you, right?”

“Of course not! You guys are always welcome, we should get going though”

You start walking towards the subway, Kuroo talking to your brother about his interest in volleyball and if he wanted to play, trying to see if he can get him into playing, while you and Kenma walk together, him looking at his phone like usual

“Thank you for coming with me, Ken”

“Of course” says pausing his game to look at you with a tired smile “It’s important to you”

You arrived to Saitama and went to the gym, which had a lot of people inside ready to play and watch. Inarizaki's first match was at 10:00 am, and you arrived at 9:40, plenty of time to look for them. You walked around through the sea of bright uniforms when you saw a group with the contrasting black uniforms ahead of us.

“…so we should try to break their formation as soon as we can” you hear Kita say as you get closer

“Yeah, I was thinking I could use…chibi-chan?” Atsumu noticed you right then, making the team look to where he was looking “CHIBI-CHAN!” says standing up alongside Osamu and Suna. Atsumu is the first one to hug you, followed closely by the other two, crushing you into a big group hug. The rest of the team, except for Kita and the first years that you didn’t know, come to join the hug

“Oh my god guys, let go” you chuckle

“Shut up and let us love ya, we missed ya lots Chibi” Atsumu squish you even harder

“I missed you too, but I still need to breath”

“Guys, let her go” says Kita making the team slowly move away while rubbing your hair, your three idiots best friends standing close by “I should scold you for not being in school, but I’ll let it go for now. I hope you have good grades and that you didn’t force your friends to miss school with you”

“My grades are good and no, I didn’t force them” you go to give him a quick hug

“Good, then I’m glad you’re here, we did miss you a lot”

The four of you go back to where your cats are, Atsumu and Osamu playing around with your brother while Suna talks to your mom. Kuroo and Kenma were sitting there watching the scene happen in front of them.

“Tetsu, Ken, come here” you say making them come to you, Kenma holding your pinky sneakily “cats, these are Tsumu, Samu and Suna; foxes, Kuroo and Kenma”

“Hi, Kuroo Tetsuro, Nekoma's captain”

“Kozume Kenma”

“Hello, hope ya have taken good care of our princess” Atsumu says with a challenging smile

“Of course we have, not like she needs to be taken care of though” Kuroo answers with his challenging smile

“Tsumu, stop being an ass, they’re chibi-chan friends too” Osamu hits his head “Sorry he’s an idiot, we saw the match against Itachiyama, ya were really good”

“Thank you, we did the best we could”

“Don’t you guys have a match in a few minutes? Don’t make me come here for nothing”

“Yeah, we should go and warm up, Kita-san will get mad we don’t go soon; we’ll see ya after winning chibi-chan” Osamu says kissing your temple

“Chibi, let’s talk later” adds Suna pulling you into a quick hug before planting a kiss in your forehead

“Let’s go and sit” you take your backpack to go to the seats in the middle of the rows with Kuroo on one side and Kenma on the other, the latter laying his head on your shoulder.

“All of them are super fit, no wonder they are intimidating” Kuroo says

“They only look scary and mean, they’re not”

“I felt they were judging me” Kenma moves a little closer

“Tsumu is just like an overprotective brother, give him time, he’s nice” you assure him. The boys enter the court with the band starting to play, making their presence be known.

“Their band really helps them set the mood”

The match starts with the boys saying hi to the opposite team, Inarizaki serving first with their best server, Atsumu. He does a jump serve, targeting the libero of the other team, who simply can’t dig it because of how strong it was.

“That’s a nasty serve, he’s strong” comments Kuroo

“He has better at control too”

And their dominance lasted for the whole match, winning the two sets. You went to congratulate them as soon as they finished, giving them all a hug and saying how good they were.

“Here pass them around. Hope you like them” you say as you take the containers with their onigiris out

“Chibi-chan, ya cooked for us? Ye’re the best” Atsumu kisses the top of your head before taking a bite “These are better than the ones Samu makes!”

“It’s literally my recipe, ya idiot!”

“No no, they’re definitely better” Suna passes his arm through your shoulder, making Osamu scoff jokingly. It felt like you were back in Inarizaki with their silliness, making you remember the promise you made to Osamu back then when you were confused about your feelings

“Ah yeah, Samu, can I talk to you? Now?”

“Yeah, sure what is it?”

“In private”

“Hey! Why can’t I know!” pouts Atsumu

“Because I promised to talk to him first”

“Can I know? I feel like I should” Suna looks at you suspicious

“I’ll tell both of you later, I promise. Let’s go Sam!” you push him away “You two try to sneak up on us and I swear that I’m not talking to you ever again”

“Ya’ll never do that, ya love us too much” Atsumu says

“True…Kita-san! Can you keep an eye on these two for me?”

“You got it Yn-chan, go ahead” says Kita while the two boys look at you annoyed. You enter the gym with Osamu, staying on the top near the seats where you were with the guys.

“What is it Chibi? I could tell that ya were quite tense when we met the cats''

“Eh…Does…”

“Spit it out”

“Does Rin still like me?” You look at the court pretending to focus on the Fukurodani’s match, feeling Osamu eyes on you

“I’m pretty sure he does, yes. I shouldn’t tell ya this, but I think ya need to know...After ya told us to not plan practice matches for that training camp of yers in Tokyo…he asked Tsumu, Tsumu out of all people, if he should confess to ya”

“Ahh…I see”

“Ya still don’t know if ya like him Chibi?” he passed his arm through your shoulders in a comforting manner, when you received a text from Kenma making you smile unconsciously.

“No, no, it’s not that…it’s just…I…I’m pretty sure I… fell in love with Kenma” you whisper

“Kenma? The blonde one?” he asks, a little shocked by your confession, making you nod “how come ya think that?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but the moment I met him…there was something, I don’t know what it was. After that we got close really fast, even Kuroo was surprised by how fast he warmed up to me. Being with Kenma just feels…so right, you know? With Rin, while I love being with him too, it’s not the same feeling. I just can’t think of Rin other than my best friend, even before I met Kenma”

“I see, well, ya can’t force yourself to look at him in another way, chibi-chan. Especially if ya feel that way with Kenma, that definitely means something”

“Do you think Rin will want to continue being my friend? I don’t want to lose him” you say with tears threatening to fall from your eyes

“Of course he will, he was yer friend first, I’m sure he’s intelligent enough to understand that ya don’t love him in the way he wants; and if he really loves you, he’ll want you to be happy, but ya need to tell him soon. Don’t overthink stuff Chibi” he pulls you closer, putting your face into his chest

“I just want everyone to be happy”

“But yer happiness matters too, chibi-chan, don’t forget that”

After finally pouring out all your feelings, Osamu goes to look for Atsumu and Suna so you can go and eat lunch all together, since the match was already over when you stopped talking. You go back to the things to get your things and the boys.

“Chibi-chan, you missed Bokuto’s match” says Kuroo

“Oh, I kinda watch it, I was talking to Samu over there” you look at them with a much more relaxed smile

“About what?”

“It’s not your business, Kuro” Kenma adds looking at you like he understood what happened

“Feelings and such, he helped me out with some stuff. Let’s go and have lunch with them”

You all go to the lunch area and find the whole Inarizaki already sitting there. Osamu waves at you so you can see them, making Atsumu turn around looking at you with a pout

“I’m hurt Chibi! Not only ya don’t tell me stuff but not even my twin tells me about it. I thought ya loved me too!” he cries

“I love you too Tsumie” you go to hug him “you’re just terrible at keeping secrets”

“I’m not!”

“You are, last year you almost told chibi-chan about her birthday surprise” adds Suna with a smirk

“It was OUR birthday surprise, and yet everyone spoiled it to me”

“YA agree on organized it because it was her first birthday outside of her country, ya idiot”

“Shut up!”

“I’ll tell you both soon, okay? I need to sort it out first”

“Fine…just remember that I’m here for ya too” he says kissing your cheek

“I know, I know, and I love you. Now eat, you have a match after”

With that Atsumu feels happy enough to stop pouting so you can eat in a somewhat peaceful environment. Atsumu, Kuroo, Kita and Aran ended up talking a lot between them, mostly about volleyball and the teams; Kenma was silently eating by your side while you were talking to Suna and Osamu, you knew he was probably uncomfortable with all the people around him.

“Ken, you okay?” you whisper to him, making him look up at you

“Yeah, it’s just too many people. You know I’m not good with them”

“I do, we can go eat somewhere else if you want”

“Nah, I can deal with it for you, I know you want to spend time with your friends”

“Are you sure? We really can go-”

“Kenma-san is amazing at COD!” you hear your brother say to Suna, making the both of you look at him “whenever he comes to our house, we play together before he goes to Yn’s room. Kenma-san aren’t you in rank 80? And won tournaments and such?”

“Ah…yeah, I’m about to hit Prestige actually” he suddenly takes your hand under the table, squishing it as he talks

“Are you kidding? How? I’m barely rank 30, and that took me a while” asks Suna amazed

“Well, going to tournaments definitely helps a lot with XP, since you have to play a lot of rounds before winning”

“Dude, can you add me as a friend? I know that I’m probably not as good as you, but I need to see you play”

“Yeah sure, you can’t be worse than Yn” Kenma smirks when you paused your eating

“Excuse me? Why was that shade for? I can’t be THAT bad if you ask me to play with you all the time”

“True, you’re pretty decent for someone who just plays with me, definitely not rank 30 though. And I just think is fun watching you get nervous while playing” he says with his soft smile

“I…I can’t deny it and that annoys me”

“I still like playing with you” he smiles at you “have you...”

Kenma seems much more relaxed as he continues talking about games with Suna and your brother, explaining how tournaments work, making you smile. A few minutes later your phone rings with a message

[Samu❤️] “The dude is a whole ass gamer, has won tournaments, is on the highest rank possible…and yet still likes to play with ya” “dude’s whipped for ya”

[You] “Okay, Rude” “😳”

He looks at you smirking, making you blush before joining the conversation with Kenma, asking him if he could join him while playing. After a while you go back to the gym while the boys go to prepare for the other match. On the way there you see Bokuto looking to the other side, so you went to say hi

“Yeah?…CHIBI-CHAN!” he wraps you in his arms “I thought you wouldn’t come because of school, so I wasn’t looking for you”

“And not come to cheer my friends? Besides I promise you something” you wiggle your way out of his arms to reach his snacks “Here you go”

“CHIBI-CHAAN! You’re the best. Y/b/n!! My little fan! You came too” says going to hug your brother. While he says hi to the rest you turn to Akaashi

“Akaashi!”

“Bokuto-san is infecting you, hi Yn-chan, thank you for coming, we probably don’t have to worry too much about the emo modes”

“Of course ‘kaashi, here I made some for you too”

After having a little chat with them, you go back to the gym to watch the rest of the matches. Inarizaki ended up winning the last match of today, passing to the next round. Since you have a long trip back home, and they had to go back, you say goodbye to them as soon as they finish.

“Ken, thank you for coming, I know you don’t like going out”

“It’s fine, it was quite fun” he says while blocking his phone

“I told you the guys were nice”

“They were. Are you going tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I want to be there tomorrow since I can’t go on Sunday morning, and I should make it for the finals in the afternoon”

“Why can’t you go on Sunday morning?” he asks confused

“You guys have practice”

“I’m sure Kuroo and the coach won’t mind you not going, they know you wanted to see them”

“But I’m your manager now, and I want to help you too. You guys are also important to me”

“Ahh… okay” says blushing

The next day goes pretty similar, despite you telling Kenma that he didn’t have to go with you, he decided to go anyway, insisting that Kuroo told him that ‘it was a good way to get ready for the next Nationals’. After the guys win their last match of the day and pass to the next round, you decided to tell them the plan right before leaving

“Guys, I can’t come tomorrow morning, but I’ll be here in the afternoon”

“What?! Why? Chibi-chaaan” whines Atsumu

“I have practice tomorrow morning”

“Then don’t go! We’re your friends, ya should come and see us!”

“They are also my friends Tsumu, and they are my team too. I’m going to help them just like I did with you”

“Don’t be so selfish Tsumu” Suna interrupts while back hugging you “if she’s coming in the afternoon, we just need to win on the morning”

“Exactly, she can’t just abandon her team, she wouldn’t have done that to us. You can ask the rest of your team to come, Yn-chan” says Kita

“I’ll ask them, thank you Kita-san, thank you Rin. Tsumu, you know that I love you, but I also love them, I can’t not help them” you move to give him a hug, which he return tightly

“I know”

“I need to go now, see you tomorrow, ok?”

You woke up early to go to practice the next morning, tired after the many travels. Once you step outside, you see Kuroo looking at his phone while waiting for Kenma. Almost as he can sense your presence, he turns around to see you

“Why are you up so early?” He asks

“You guys practice early”

“I thought you were going to see your friends match?”

“You are also my friends, and I’m your manager, so I’m helping you too”

“Aww chibi-chan” he hugs you “so you’re going to the finals then?”

“Yep”

“Cool, I’m going too, and probably Kenma, he loves you too much, the rest I don’t know”

“He lov-”

“Should we go?” says Kenma arriving

“Yeah” you started to walk. On the way there you talk about the video game Kenma is playing, the loss at the prelims, Inarizaki’s finals at the Nationals, and the upcoming Spring High Tournament. Almost everyone was already there when you entered the gym.

“Eh? chibi-chan? We thought you wouldn't come today, we were setting things up” says Yaku

“Your faith in me is that low, huh? I see how it is” you joke

“That's not it, we know you're the best” he pats your head “Everyone is here already except for Lev”

“Didn’t we tell him that the first years should be earlier today? That dude” Kuroo shakes his head

“I will never understand why the youngers need to do everything”

“Me neither, but it’s Lev so I don't really care” says Kenma making you roll your eyes chuckling

You enter the gym so the guys could start to warm up, saying sorry to Inuoka and Shibayama for making them wake up so early to arrange the gym. The team were doing their warm ups when Lev arrived, 10 minutes late and with an orange cat in his hands.

“LEV! WE TOLD YOU TO ARRIVE EARLY!” screams Kuroo at the boy

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE!!” screams Yaku too, yet Lev seems rather unaffected. You normally let Lev get away with things, but it was way too early to do that today. You stand behind the boys and clear your throat, making them all pay attention and move away.

“Lev you’re 10 minutes late, care to explain?” you ask crossing your arms

“Y-Yn-chan, are you angry?”

“It's 7 in the fucking morning, I wake up this early on a Sunday to come and help you practice only for you to show up late? You better thank God that it takes a lot to make me angry. Go warm up now” you say in a monotone voice while taking the cat out of his hands

“Y-yes!” Lev answers scared, doing a 90° degree bow before leaving “I'm sorry Yn-san!”

Once he leaves you take a closer look at the cat, who was nuzzling in your chest, before relaxing and instinctively petting it, making it purr slightly. A smile appears on your face while turning around to where the rest of the boys were

“I should be mad, but there’s a kitty! Look at it, is so cute” you put it on the floor so he can walk around

“How did you go from terrifying to cute in such a short time?” says Kuroo

“We better tell Lev to bring more stray cats if they make you this happy chibi-chan” Yaku adds after sighing, watching you play with the cat

“I would love that, I love cats. Now go to practice” They turn around to tell the team to start today’s practice, but the two third years noticed Kenma looking directly at you, eyes full of adoration with a little, but the most genuine smile they have ever seen.

The cat ends up leaving after the guys started practicing, scared of the loud sounds, while you were taking some notes of how the team was doing; in the middle of their practice, coach Nekomata says to you

“Since Lev it’s half Russian, it gives him a great height, physical ability and strength that would put him easily above any Japanese person, but he’s so inexperienced and it shows” Just in that moment Lev is able to receive Inuoka’s serve but gets so distracted by this accomplishment that he doesn’t get up in time to block Yamamoto’s spike. A little later you watch Lev fail to make a spike, making Kenma refuse to give him another set, saying that Lev will just miss again. After the practice match ends, the coach calls them.

“Good practice guys, good practice. By the way, next Friday we have a practice match against Kunihira Senior High”

“So soon? The training camp starts on Monday, and we don’t really plan practices that quickly” you ask confused

“Yeah, it was out of nowhere. Plus, I want Lev to take place in the match”

“Really?! Yes!” exclaims Lev while the rest are shock by the news

“However, Lev still has problems syncing to tosses; so Kenma, you and Lev are going to pair up to help Lev adjust”

“That just impossible” says Kenma, receiving an annoyed sound from Lev

“Yn-chan, wouldn’t be good that those two pair up?” ask you the coach

“I mean, yes, it would be good if Lev can spike properly, he can add more strength to the team, and that’s something that we need to get better at if we want to go to the Spring Interhigh”

“Then it’s settled, you two have to practice together. Continue” with that he walks away with the other coach. When you turn around to say something to Lev, you notice Kenma glaring slightly at you

“Ugh why? Why did you agree with it? Now I have to practice with him” Kenma comes closer to put his head in the crock of your neck

“Do you want to go to the Spring Interhigh and play against Shoyo or not? It’s good to try it out” you say playing with his hair, hearing him grunt as an answer “I know you can do it, you´re amazing, and I’ll be here for whatever you need”

“Thanks” he whispers

“Kenma-san! Let’s practice together!” Lev comes closer, making Kenma grunt again

“Yeah, you should practice together. Right Ken?”

“…Fine” says going back to practice with an annoyed face

“Chibi-chan” calls you Kuroo before heading back “You normally motivate Kenma by just being here, but I’m pretty sure you are the only one who can motivate him now”

“I know, go ahead”

During practice, Kenma takes note of Lev’s jumping point, height, and the size of his backswing, but despite being given a perfect toss, Lev keeps missing them. The practice reaches an end, so the guys go to take a shower and change. After that all of you go to the convenience store to buy some lunch, you walk next to Kenma and Lev to give them small feedback.

“Lev, you two need to sync up, you can’t go changing the way you play out of nowhere”

“I hate this” Kenma puts his head on your shoulder once again

“I’ll put all my effort into it, I promise Kenma-san, I have to be Nekoma’s Ace”

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go Yn” he says taking you by the wrist and walking away from the team

“Ken, I’m going to Saitama to see the finals, not home”

“I know, I’m going with you, let’s go”

“But the others…”

You are on the train on the way to Saitama, just Kenma and you; and even though the rest of the team knew that you invited them, they rather give you time alone. He is playing something on his PSP while you lay on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

“Why are you so grumpy with Lev?”

“I just think he’s annoying…plus we barely have talked since he joined”

“Why don’t you think of Lev as a boss level? It would be boring if it was too easy, wouldn’t it?”

“Well…yeah”

“I’ll do my best to keep Lev in check, the twins were a good practice for that, but promise me to put effort on this” you say looking at him now,

“Fine, I promise…just because you ask me though”

“Thanks” you whisper before moving just enough to give him a kiss on the cheek.

You arrived at the gym with just enough time for you to talk to them, letting them know all you knew about Sakusa spins and Itachiyama's defense. You go to sit to watch the match, you feel unnaturally nervous. The first set goes to Inarizaki, however the rest of the sets went to Itachiyama, marking them as the winners of this Interhigh. Despite knowing that it could happen, your eyes still get a little bit watery knowing that the boys are probably dissatisfied and disappointed.

“Are you okay?” asks Kenma by your side with worried eyes

“Yeah, it’s just sad seeing them being so close to win” he nods understanding

After the ceremony, you immediately go out to find them with Kenma right behind you, which lead into him staying behind once you spot them and went to them

“Chibi-chan” says Atsumu with a little pout, while Osamu and Suna look disappointed “We didn't won, sorry”

“Why are you saying sorry? You did your best, didn't you?”

“Of course”

“Then that's enough, I'm still super proud of all of you. Come here idiots, I love you” you open your arms, making them come immediately for a big hug

“Kita-san, Aran-san, Omimi-san, am I seeing you for the Spring Interhigh?” you ask going to them to also give them a hug

“Of course you are” Aran answers

“We’re not leaving just yet” says Kita. After you say bye to the rest of the team, you went back to the twins and Suna

“We will see each other again on the training camp, it’s not that far away” you say laying on Osamus’s chest

“At least that's something good, we can actually spend time together without a whole tournament in between” Osamu hugs you tightly before letting you go

“Thank you for coming chibi-chan” Suna pulls you to give you a back hug while kissing the top of your head

“And cooking for us, I swear they were better than Samu’s” says Atsumu

“I get it, chibi-chan made them, but she literally used MY recipes”

“Samu accept it, I'm just better than you” you joke. You continue talking for a few minutes before you look at where Kenma is, who is in his phone passing time.

“I gotta go now, I dragged Kenma enough this weekend” you say

“See ya soon chibi-chan, I’ll miss ya” Atsumu hugs you tight, kissing your temple one more time

“See ya Chibi” Osamu hugs you tightly “yer gamer boy is looking over here, I better receive good news about ya two”

“Oh god, why did I tell you?”

“See ya chibi. Remember, follow yer heart” Osamu kisses your temple before walking away with Atsumu, leaving you alone with Suna

“Chibi-chan, I really missed walking you home” he says pulling you to his chest

“Yeah, it was fun, I missed being with my best friends” you unintentionally put emphasis on the best friend part, making him tense up for a second

“Yeah, I can't wait for the training camp, it will be fun to be with you again”

“It’s going to be fun, I miss you. I need to go now” before you could fully get away he grabs your face and leans to put his forehead against yours, eyes moving to your lips

“If you don’t leave now, I’ll drag you with me back to Inarizaki and make sure to not let you leave” he jokes, but you could see a small sadness in his eyes when they shift behind you

“I miss you a lot, and while you’ll always be my favorite friends, I can’t leave them either, I’ll miss them too”

“I know, I can tell that you found amazing people that you love. I…I love you” he kisses your forehead before leaving. You sigh before turning around and going to where Kenma is sitting, you sit beside him to wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, but he closes the game immediately to look at you

“Can we go home now?” he asks playing with your hand, making you smile

“Yeah, we can”

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