#'no babe i love you and your tea drinking i didn't mean it's just that Colyer-- he microwaves his tea'

[fazcinatingblog]

Wait since when does James wear a glove

[jackhues]

it's not hate... | oscar piastri

note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

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faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & logansargeant

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youruser: gang's back together 🤘

pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back

user: logan living out his frat dreams

user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing

user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)

user: i ship -> user: ew

y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling

yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now

y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted

oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!

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y/bffspodcast

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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile

tagged: logansargeant

user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?

user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida

user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!

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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23

y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?

logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.

YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?

LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know

YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?

LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah

YB: mind sharing one?

LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it

YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!

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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.

Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.

"I'm great," she promised.

"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"

"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."

"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.

"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."

Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."

Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.

"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."

MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.

"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"

"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.

Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.

He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.

But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.

He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.

"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"

Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."

Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.

"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"

"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."

"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."

"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.

Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.

Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.

Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.

"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"

Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.

She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."

"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.

"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."

"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."

Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.

Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.

She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.

It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.

But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.

"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."

"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"

"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."

"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."

Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.

"Alright then, let's take the picture."

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youruser

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youruser: miami, you were fun 🤍

tagged: logansargeant, landonorris, oscarpiastri

pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that

pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!

landonorris: same time next race 👀👀 -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up

mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us

williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!

alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy

user: stop she looks so pretty

user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof

user: TELL EM GIRL!

user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other

oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle

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PART TWO

notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.

but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

[mistymysticalmoon]

Midnight tea

･ jude bellingham x reader ･

prompt: (angst/fluff) on a sleepless night, lost in restless thoughts, you find yourself seeking comfort. Jude soon joins you, and in his gentle presence you find the peace you’ve been seeking.

warnings: anxious feelings and thoughts

wc: 600+

a/n: omg my first fic :) hope everyone loves it!! send me requests!<3 masterlist

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It had been one of those nights.

Thoughts of everything you should be doing, every mistake you've made, and every embarrassing encounter running rampant through your head. 

Besides you laid your boyfriend, Jude, tired after a long day of training and sleeping soundly. 

You turned on your side to better see his peaceful face, his arm lightly draped across your waist.

You let out a quiet sigh, slightly jealous that he’d fallen asleep so easily.

Slowly you slip out of the bed causing Jude to stir slightly but remain in his deep slumber. 

You make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen trying to stay as quiet as possible to not disrupt your boyfriend. You didn't know what you were doing down here but you figured you had to do something to distract you from your thoughts and aid your sleep.

You decide to make a cup of chamomile tea pulling the tea bags and honey from the cabinet.

As you begin boiling the water you hear a creak on the stairs, mentally cursing yourself for disrupting Jude’s much needed sleep.

 “Baby?” Jude whispers making his way into the kitchen. “What are you doing up this late? Are you alright?” he questions walking closer to you.

 “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” you apologize, reaching out to him. He pulls you into a warm embrace leaving a soft kiss on the top of your head. “You didn’t wake me love, I just didn't feel you when I turned over and got a bit worried.” he reassures bringing your face into his hands to look at you. 

“I’m alright, just couldn't sleep that's all,” you say trying to look away from his intense, worried stare. “You sure babe?” he questions, not convinced, knowing you and how you are pretty anxious causing you to lose sleep. 

“Yeah, I promise. Go back to bed you have training early tomorrow.” you say giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and turning back to the stove to continue making your tea.

Jude, still a bit concerned offers to finish making your tea telling you that once he’s done he’ll go back to sleep.

A compromise. 

You reluctantly agree, taking a seat at the island, allowing him to pour your tea and stir in the honey.

Just the way you like it. 

“There you go love, all done.” he says proudly, handing you the mug. “Thank you baby” you coo, taking the warm mug from his hand and taking a sip nodding your head at the taste. “Mm, perfect.”

 You both look at each other and giggle. “Alright, time for you to go to bed.” you say looking up at your boyfriend who was hovering over you just enjoying watching you drink the tea he made for you.

“Okay… as long as you drink the tea in the bedroom with me.” he proposes with a loving look in his eyes.

“You sneaky cheek,” You say shaking your head. 

“You love it” he whispers kissing you softly while you let out a giggle. You found yourselves getting a little too carried away, his hands finding their place on your waist.

You moaned into his mouth at the comforting feeling, pushing your body closer to his. 

“Jude” you breathed. 

“Yes, baby?” he answers back.

“It's late, you have to sleep” you reason. 

He gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling away to look into your eyes. “I love you” he declares, caressing your face. You lean into his touch smiling shyly. “I love you, Jude” he smiles at your words. 

You both make your way back to the bedroom and get comfortable under the duvet. Your cup of tea long forgotten. Jude pats his side of the bed, silently asking you to move closer.

You comply, nuzzling your head against his stomach and snaking your arms around his torso.

“Goodnight baby” he yawns. “Nighty night” you reply. 

He strokes your hair until he hears soft breaths coming from your pretty lips and only then does he let sleep take him. 

[softspaceboibrian]

The Heart Wants What It Wants || Jamie Tartt

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Y/N where Y/N works at AFC Richmond || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Characters: Jamie Tartt; Keeley Jones and Rebecca Welton (Y/N's best friends); Sam Obisanya, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes and Dani Rojas (Jamie's support team); Roy (being his usual grumpy self).

Summary: when Y/N goes into Rebecca's office to have her usual morning chat with her best friends, she doesn't expect it to result in a very messy confession from her crush.

Warnings: bad language, like a lot. slight sexual harassment. Roy being harsh with Jamie. Jamie being all over the place with his feelings. fluff, a lot of pining and crushing. just bad writing, really.

WC: 8355 (it's kinda long, I know... but I didn't know where to stop! sorry!)

A/N: This is my first time writing for JAmie or any Ted Lasso character in general. I hadn't written anything in months, and I guess it shows. but I was so sad that there weren't enough Jamie fics on here that I thought I could just write one of my own. hopefully people like it! I'm in the middle of my exam session, but if you have any requests or suggestions, feel free to write me!

this gif is completely unrelated, i just love phil dunstan

“Come in” Rebecca’s voice was clear and loud as always, even through the closed door. As you walked in, you took in the smell of hot tea permeating the door – definitely something you could always count on.

You greeted both Rebecca and Keeley, before plopping down on the sofa right in front of the big windows looking out onto the field. You looked out for a moment, noticing the team making their way outside to finally begin practice. You had been working at AFC Richmond for almost a year now, all thanks to Miss Keeley fucking Jones, obviously. Ever since you first day there, everyone had immediately started treating you as if you had always been part of the family, especially Rebecca. “If Keeley likes you so much, it must definitely mean something.” That was her excuse when she invited you out for drinks with the two of them on the second day. “Also, there’s only so many women working at AFC Richmond, we have to stick together, don’t we?” And the rest was history, as some author would say. Even the team had liked you since the get-go. Some more than others. There should be a disclaimer here: you had never cared for football, in any of its forms. But Keeley had been so persuading, making the job sound like a party. And she wasn’t lying. Being with the team was more fun than you could have ever imagined. Yes, some of them were self-centred, and some were self-centred pricks, even. But somehow, you had taken a liking to all of them. And now, after an entire year of working there, you knew them so well that she could even make out who was who all the way from Rebecca’s office.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, that when Keeley talked, you almost jumped out of her seat. “Babes, is everything alright?” Her voice was kind as always. “You seem off today.”

“Everything is fine.” You fixed yourself, turning around so to face both of your friends.

You smiled, or rather you forced yourself to make your smile feel as real as possible. But when you met Rebecca’s gaze you froze. She was holding one of those shortbread biscuits that Ted brought her in every morning and that you only had the pleasure to taste once and, well, you completely understood why Rebecca loved them so much. “I call bullshit.”

“What?”

“I said I call bullshit.” The woman put the last remaining bit of biscuit in the small, pink cardboard box, as to save it for later, and then made her way on the couch with you and Keeley. “You have been off for, well, quite a few days now. And I love that you’re an independent woman and everything, but Keeley and I are your friends. Actually, I would like to believe that we are your best friends. We care for you and we would very much appreciate it if you would trust us enough to come to us with your problems and thoughts.”

“Yeah, babes. You know we’re always here for you.” Keeley moved closer to you and leaned against the back of the couch.

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. You had wanted to talk with them for a while now, but you were always too afraid they wouldn’t care about it, or you were too embarrassed about how they might react to it. But this time it was them that asked you to tell them. And they seemed truly interested in knowing what was going on in your mind.

“Chop, chop, out with it.” Rebecca let her heels fall to the ground and set herself comfortably in the corner of the couch. Yeah, well, as comfortable as that extremely fitted pencil skirt gave her permission to.

You bit your lip for a moment, gathering all the courage you had. “It’s stupid, really.” You tried to laugh it off, hoping that they would just let it go.

But they didn’t. “It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel like this.” Keeley said, putting a hand on yours.

“Fine.” You sighed, looking off in front of you. “I think I may have feelings for Jamie.” You blurted out as quickly as you could.

“Our Jamie? Like, Jamie Tartt?” Keeley asked.

“I know it’s stupid. I shouldn’t like him, right? I know you think it’s stupid. I know you think he’s a prick, and you’re not wrong. I know that he’s a prick. Fuck, that makes me hate myself even more. How could I like a prick? Well, he had changed a bit, and now he-s a bit less of a prick. But still, he’s Jamie fucking Tartt, he’s probably one of the hottest footballers out there, in any way possible. He could fucking have whoever he wanted. Hell, he could have a fucking model. I’m sure he had model. He had you, Keels. And I’m just me. I fucking hate that I’m feeling this.” You started rambling on aimlessly, putting out there in only a few seconds all the fears and insecurities you had been holding in for the past who knows how long.

“Hey, love. Just, wait a minute.” Rebecca’s voice broke your train of thoughts, thankfully just in time, or who knows where you could’ve ended. “Let’s just calm down a moment, okay?”

“It’s just-” You sighed. “I hate that I’m feeling these feelings. I don’t want to feel them. Not for him. I don-t want to be his latest conquest that he’s going to move on from and forget as soon as he finds someone more interesting. I don’t want this. But I can’t help it. I… Fuck, I feel like I’m back in middle school. Shit, shit, shit. How old am I? 12? No, I’m not. I’m 25 years old, for fuck’s sake. I should fall for proper man. Not people like him.” Your eyes filled up with tears, which you tried to hide as best as you could, even though you knew that the other two would notice them, nonetheless.

And they did. Rebecca and Keeley shared a quick glance, before sliding even closer to you, both immediately wrapping their arms around your figure. “Listen, babes. You said it yourself. I’ve been with Jamie, and he was in his top prick form back then. Now he’s… he’s changing. I don’t know if it’s the training with Roy or if it’s Ted finally rubbing off on him, but he’s no longer the dickhead I dumped almost two years ago.”

“She’s right. He has changed.” Rebecca agreed with Keeley. “Also, you cannot tell your heart what it should and shouldn’t feel. It will only cause you more pain, and we definitely don’t want that.” The woman had this motherly instinct that you had always loved. She always knew what to say to make you feel better, or at least less shitty about yourself. “And remember, you could never do worse than me. I was married to the king of the shitheads.” She added, which made both you and Keeley laugh.

“Okay, let’s do this.” Keeley got up and ran to the door, only to lock it and run back to the couch. “If it’s alright with Rebecca, we’re going to take the morning off to talk, just the three of us.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I really didn’t have much to do anyway.” Rebecca was a great liar. You knew she probably had so many documents to read through and to sign. But she always made time to help you with your problems. And that’s why you loved her so much. “Is that right with you, love?”

You didn’t even need to say anything. You barely nodded, and next thing you knew, the three of you were sitting on the couch with no shoes on, a warm cup of tea each and a big chunky blanket on your legs. You never really thought they would be this open with you. Yes, they had made it clear ever since the beginning that they liked you and that they cared for you. But you had never thought that you could go to them for something like that and they would do all of that for you. But they did.

“Okay, let’s start with one simple question: are you two talking? Or, I don’t know, did you go on a date?” Keeley’s question was very straightforward and made completely sense. However, the answer wasn’t as easy to give.

“Well, we haven’t really gone on like a proper date. But we did spend quite a lot of time together last week.” You looked at the other two and you could feel them asking for more information with just their eyes. “It didn’t start as the best of situations…”

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You didn’t really want to go out that night. It wasn’t really your thing. You usually spent your nights at home, reading a book or watching a movie. Or, if you were lucky, you would go out with Keeley and Rebecca for dinner and drinks, which you loved. What you didn’t love was going out for drinks with people you weren’t as comfortable with. But you had never really learnt how to say no to people, so when your old high school friend – who had moved to America for college and you hadn’t heard from since – messaged you on Instagram, saying that she was back in London for a few days and wanted to go out with you to “catch up”, you couldn’t really bring yourself to decline the offer or make up an excuse. So, you just agreed and made plans to meet up with her in front of a very busy and very fancy place downtown. You hated clubs, especially busy one, but even more you hated going to new places without people you knew. But you knew the girl, in a way. You were really close in high school, so things shouldn’t be too bad, right?

“So, you’re working for a football club! Never thought it would happen!” The girl shouted over the loud music which you were already hating with all your guts. But you just pulled through it.

“Yeah, it’s a good job.” You hated having to raise your voice so much, but it was the least you could do if you wanted to have a conversation with her.

“Do you know any famous footballer?”

“I mean, I know the boys from the team. I suppose they’re famous now. But yeah.”

“Would you introduce me to any of them?”

There it was. You had been talking with her for half an hour and, knowing how she was back in high school, you had been wondering how she hadn’t yet asked you about the guys. A small part of you really wanted to believe that she had changed and that she had stopped sleeping around with guys just because they were hot. But apparently, you were wrong. “Well, it’s complicated. They’re in the middle of the Premier season right now, and most of them are training really hard hoping to be rostered for their national teams. Plus, you’re only going to be in town for a few days, so that wouldn’t really work.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving my flight back for a footballer.” She smirked.

“Maybe next time.” You fake-smiled. “Also, who would want to go out with a football player? Most of them are self-centred assholes who only care about winning.”

“But they are sexy and they have money.”

“But you’re studying law in an ivy league college, you could be the one with money in the relationship.”

“Nah, I don’t really care about that. If a hot guy with money wanted to be with me, I would literally give everything up.” She said, as if that was the most obvious answer. Now you were remembering why you never reached out to her after high school was over.

You spent another half hour listening to her blabbering about something you didn’t really care about. And you could tell that she knew, but didn’t say anything. That was how things had always been between the two of you back in school: she was the popular one, with guys running after her, and her constantly cancelling plans that you two had made to go on a date with a different guy, while you spent your afternoons with the drama club, putting on the next show, to which she was always invited but she never came. It wasn’t all bad. You actually had good times with her. You spent a lot of time over at her house, and you were almost part of her family. But once you were no longer forced to see each other every single day at school, it didn’t take long for you to realise you were completely different. So, you just stopped looking for each other, making plans or going out. That’s why, when the messages stopped coming altogether, it didn’t really hurt you, since you were the first that had started to back out from that friendship. But years had passed and you had really hoped she had grown out of that phase of her life. But you were wrong. People never change, that was what you said to yourself as you were absentmindedly nodding to whatever she was saying now.

“Listen, Y/N, do you mind if I leave you alone here for a moment? There’s a guy over there that has been eyeing me for a while now and, I don’t know, I have this feeling I should go over there.” That was her usual excuse. I have this feeling. As if sexual craving could be described as an actual feeling. But you didn’t care, you actually wouldn’t mind to spend a few minutes by yourself. So, you just told her to go. And she did. Not a single “are you sure you don’t mind” nor an “it will be quick, I promise”. She simply picked all her stuff up and left.

And then you were alone.

You thought about leaving a couple of times, but you thought it would be rude because what would happen if she came back and you weren’t there?

So, you just remained seated there, in the small booth, waiting. And waiting. You looked around, studying the crowd, and hoping that she would just come back, or at least text you to let you know her intentions for the rest of the night. But that message never came. And you waited there, alone.

Until, after almost twenty minutes, a random man approached you. He had to have been at least 15 years older than you. He was dressed all fancy, a black blazer and jeans, a white shirt with the first couple of buttons left open to show a few sparse grey hairs on his chest, as if that was something that all women found sexy; I mean, who did he think he was? Roy Kent? He walked over to your table and leaned on it to get closer to you. “Is this seat taken?”

The first thing that hit you was the almost nauseating amount of perfume and aftershave, closely followed by the stench of cigarette and alcohol as soon as he opened his mouth. “I’m waiting for a friend.” You replied, hoping that would be enough to send him away.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been sitting here alone for quite some time now.” He smiled, and you wanted to throw up. “And I don’t she’s coming back. She and that boy looked very intimate if you know what I mean.”

That comment sent shivers down your spine. How long had he been looking at you? “I’m waiting for another friend of ours.” You said, hoping that he would buy it.

He moved closer to you. “Let me wait with you. I wouldn’t want to leave such a pretty girl out here on her own.”

You hated when people called you a girl. You were a grown woman, for god’s sake! But you hated it even more when that comment came from creepy old men that were nonchalantly flirting with you.

“They should be here any minute now.” You replied quickly. “And I actually prefer to sit alone.”

“Nonsense! Let me keep you company!” He smirked, sliding even closer to you. You were on the verge of tears, feeling this awful sensation in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up, and you weren’t sure whether it was because of his terrible taste in perfumes, the horrible stench of smoke, or just his presence in general. You wanted to just get up and get away, but it was as if your legs had forgotten how to move. You tried to insist, telling him that you were going to meet them outside, but he wouldn’t let you go. He started moving his hand, and you knew that, if you didn’t move, he would put it on your thigh. But, with tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, your body completely froze.

“Y/N!” A voice called your name. You turned around to look at the source. Your vision was hazy from the tears, and the strobe lights weren’t exactly helping you in that moment. “I’m sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find a spot to park me car.” He walked over to your table and waited for you to do or say something to sit next to you.

“You’re Jamie fucking Tartt!” The old man exclaimed. “Fuck, man. You’re great! My mates and I don’t really like Richmond, but you’re the best player in the team. You and that Oby- Obe-, you know, the Nigerian guy.”

“Yeah, cheers, man.” Jamie replied, taking a seat next to you. “Now, would you mind leaving us alone?”

“Is she your date?” The man asked, and you could tell that he was confused because why would a star like Jamie Tartt go out with a normal girl like you?

“Do you have a problem?”

“No, no!” The old man finally stood up from the table. “You enjoy her.” He smirked and gave him a wink, before looking at you up and down for the last time and eventually leave.

You finally could feel your body relax again when your attention was caught by Jamie talking. “What a fucking creep.” He shook his head, before finally looking at you. “Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?”

You shook your head. “I think you got here just in time.” You smiled at him, almost feeling guilty for probably having ruined his night.

“Were you here alone?”

“Well, not really. I was here with a friend but she left with a guy.” You stopped, quickly looking around. “But I don’t think she’s coming back.”

“Some kind of friend.” He sighed, still looking at you, as if he were studying you, trying to understand if everything was truly okay, trying to assess the situation. “Do you want to leave?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to go out, maybe grab a bite?” He raised his voice, thinking that you might have not heard him over the loud music.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. You can go back to your evening if you want. I’m fine, I swear.”

“I was here on me own.”

“You go to clubs alone?”

“Well, yeah.” He looked at you for a moment. “Listen, really, I don’t have anything to do here. And in any case, I would much rather spend time with you. So, if you want to leave and do something actually funny instead of waiting for some shitty friend to hopefully come back, then count me in.”

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“Did you go with him?” Keeley asked, looking at you as if she was watching the latest episode of a soap opera, completely hooked up to the story.

“We spent the entire night together.” You said shyly.

“Doing what?” You had never seen Rebecca so shocked and interested in a story in a while.

“We ate in a chicken shop; we stayed there talking for a while and then we took a walk.”

“How long did you stay out for?”

You could feel both Keeley’s and Rebecca’s eyes on you, demanding an answer, wanting to know more, to know everything. “Well, we took the sunrise as our cue to go home.”

“Babes! You’re telling me that you stayed up all night talking with Jamie?” Keeley squealed, jumping on her knees. “Like, you found topics to talk about for, what, 7? 8 hours?”

“It wasn’t that difficult. I didn’t even have to force it.”

“What did you talk about?” Asked Rebecca. And all of a sudden, the almost 50-year-old and 30-year-old women in front of you turned back into their high school personas and you almost wanted to laugh at how adorably funny that scene was.

“Well, a bit of everything, you know. Our lives, where we grew up, our favourite things, favourite food, favourite movie, favourite city, the books that have impacted us the most, the cities that we dream of visiting one day. Normal stuff.”

Keeley looked at you, in complete shock. “You talked about books. With Jamie. How?”

“He said that he had noticed I like to read and asked me about my favourite book. I told him and then asked him the same thing. And he told me.” You replied, as if that was obvious. But it was only then that you remember that Keeley had been with Jamie in the past and, if she was that shocked, it must have meant that, when they were together, he didn’t read. Possibly at all.

“Babes, remember when I told you he had changed since I had broken up with him, right? Well, that’s an understatement. When we were together, it was fun, but we didn’t really talk about that kind of stuff. He was much more superficial. I don’t think he never really asked me what my favourite food was. And the fact that he was taking an interest in all of those things about you, well, it definitely means something. I wouldn’t take that for granted.” Hearing Keeley, someone you trusted with all of your heart, someone you loved and looked up to, someone that truly knew who you were talking about, saying all of those things, made you feel things. You didn’t know what those things meant, but they were things you hadn’t felt in a long time. And for the first time in days, you were finally accepting the idea of having feelings for Jamie Tartt.

After a few moments of silence, Rebecca asked you “Was that the only time you spent time together?”

“Well, no. I mean, we’ve been talking basically every single day. He sends me a good morning text almost every day, and we talk a lot at night. Sometimes he calls me.”

“Okay, okay. That’s good.” Rebecca said, almost as if she was an investigator gather all the evidence. “But you didn’t answer my question: did you go out another time?”

You immediately felt heat rising to your cheeks. “We didn’t really go out.” You looked at the two women in silence for a moment. “Last night he… ehm… he showed up to my place.”

“What?” They both almost screamed at the same time.

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You had just finished putting on your pyjamas after a long warm shower. You still had to decide what you wanted to eat, something you always dreaded because, as much as you loved cooking, you hated preparing food for one. You started making your way down the stairs and to the kitchen when your doorbell rang. You weren’t really expecting anyone, so the sound left you confused. You looked through the peephole before even saying anything, so that if it was someone you didn’t know, you could jut pretend you weren’t at home. But, when you looked through it, you were surprised to see Jamie standing right outside of your door.

You immediately took a look at yourself in the mirror right beside the door, trying to make yourself look at least presentable, before finally opening the door. When Jamie’s entire figure came into view, you noticed the food boxes in his hands. “Jamie?”

“Hi, Y/N! Ehm, I’m sorry to barge in on you like this but… ehm… I thought we could spend some time together, you know?” Was Jamie blushing?

You stood there, a soft smile on your lips, looking at the man in front of you. “Sure.” You giggled, moving to open the door even more, as a way to let him in.

“I’m sorry, I should have texted or called. That was stupid. If you’re busy I can just-”

You cut him off. “Jamie. I’m not busy. You can come in. I just wasn’t expecting visitors, so the house is, well, it’s not tidy.” You take a step forward to take some of the boxes off of him. “What’s with all of this food? Did you rob a supermarket?” You laughed, nodding your head as a sign for him to follow you, before making your way to the kitchen.

“No!” He laughed, and suddenly you felt this weird sensation in your stomach. “I didn’t know what you were craving and so I got everything that you told me you liked.” He said, while putting the boxes on the counter. “I got us a pizza to share, because you said you’re not a huge fan, but that you like to eat it while watching movies. I also got us kebabs because they’re always good, and sushi because why not. Oh, and I also got us those spicy Korean rice thingies that you said you love so much. What’s their name? Tee- To-”

You laughed as he struggled to say the word. “Tteokbokki.”

“Yeah, those.” He smiled, putting his hands on his sides.

“Just a question.” You walked around the kitchen gathering cutlery and plates to eat. “How many people did you think were going to be here? There’s enough food to feed an army.”

He looked at you and then the food, before bursting out laughing. “I told you! I didn’t know what you were craving. And I wanted to do something nice for you, but I overdid it.”

You put the plates on the counter and turned to look at him. “It’s okay, I appreciate it anyways.” You smiled. “But why would you wanted to do this for me? It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“I just… I had a very good time with you the other night.” Was Jamie blushing? Again? “And I was really in the mood to watch a good movie. So, who better than you to watch it with.”

You smiled, trying to hide the blushing coming onto your cheeks as well by turning your attention to the food on the counter. “Did you have a movie in mind?” You asked, while putting the different foods on the plates.

“You said that you really like Dead Poets Society, right? And that you think everyone should watch it at least once in their lifetime, right? So, I thought, since I’ve never seen it, we could, I don’t know, watch it together. If you want to, obviously.” He waited for you to plate the food to pick a couple of plates up and follow you into the living room.

“That actually sounds like a perfect plan, Mr Tartt.” You smiled, while taking a seat on the couch, waiting for him to join you.

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“Fucking hell, that’s adorable!” Keeley exclaimed. “He never did that for me! When he showed up uninvited, it was usually because he wanted to have sex.”

“Well, this is good!” Rebecca joined in. “He has changed. He listened to what you told him, he remembered your favourite food and your favourite movie. And before you say something like ‘but that’s not a big dead!’, yes it fucking is. It is a huge deal. Men aren’t always reliable. Rupert never was, at least. I vividly remember telling him my favourite drink at least a dozen times. And every single time he would get me something completely different. At the beginning I was too afraid to say anything, so I just drank it. But then I started to speak up. And still, he didn’t remember.”

“Yeah, okay, but him remembering that I like pizza only when watching movie doesn’t mean he feels anything for me.” You said, throwing your head back.

“I’m sorry, babes, didn’t you say that he told you that he wanted to spend time with you?” Keeley asked. “You said it yourself: he came to your place with all the food you had told him you liked and suggested to watch your favourite movie together because he had had a good time with you and wanted to do that again.”

“He decided to spend time with you rather than going out with other people or spend the night texting some random girl on dating apps.” Added Rebecca. “He chose to be with you.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You sighed. “I still don’t think he has feelings for me, though.”

“Whatever, babes.” Keeley took a sip out of her mug, before refocusing on you. “What happened next? Did you watch the movie?”

“Yes, we did.” You smiled at the memory. “He got emotional at the end. I’m not saying that he cried, but he definitely had glossy eyes by the time of the ‘O Captain, my Captain’ scene.”

“Which means he feels comfortable enough to show his emotions in front of you.” Rebecca noted. “And what happened next? Did he leave or did you spend another night talking?” She smirked, trying to make fun of you in a friendly way, almost mom-like.

“Well, he stayed a while longer.” You looked at the two women. “We talked a little about the movie, he told me what he thought of it, we discussed a little about why I thought it is a very important and still relevant movie, and he agreed with me. At first, I have to be honest, I thought he was just agreeing with me to not make me feel bad. But then he added to my argument and I stood corrected. He had truly understood the point of the movie and of my thoughts. For the first time in, gosh, I don’t even know how long, I felt seen, listened and understood by someone that wasn’t you two or Sam.”

Keeley brought a hand to her chest. “I have conflicted feelings because, by the way you’re talking, I want to tell you to just run out of here and into this man’s arms; but at the same time, every now and then, I remember you’re talking about Jamie, and it feels so weird because he’s so different from what I remember him to be like.” She explained. “Which is good, but kind of unsettling.”

Rebecca nodded along with what Keeley said, before eventually turning once again to face you. “What happened after you talked?”

“We decided to watch Modern Family, you know, to cheer ourselves up after the movie.”

“And?” Asked in unison the two women.

“And nothing.”

“I call bullshit.” Said Rebecca.

“Agreed.” Added Keeley. “What aren’t you telling us?”

“Nothing!”

“That’s not true!” They once again spoke in unison, which was starting to become quite weird.

“Nothing happened. We just… fell asleep.” You almost murmured those last words, almost too scared to say it out loud in front of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” Asked Rebecca, who had obviously heard and just wanted you to say it again out loud.

“We fell asleep!” You shouted. And you were so glad that Rebecca’s office was so high up and far from others. “As we were watching the show, he started leaning into me. At first, he laid his head on my shoulder, and then, somehow, we ended up with his head in my lap and my hands in his hair.” You could feel your cheeks burning up.

The two women shared a quick look, before turning back to you, huge smiles on their faces. “When did he fall asleep?” Asked Keeley.

“I don’t know.” You looked down at your own hands. “I fell asleep as well. I don’t know how or when, but when I woke up, it was like 3 in the morning, and we were lying on the couch. He had his head on my stomach and an arm draped over my waists.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.” You were fidgeting with your bracelet, too embarrassed to look up and meet your friends’ eyes. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t want him to go away.” For some reason your eyes started filling up with tears.

“Hey, babes. It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not!” You almost shouted, tears finally falling down your face. “It’s not fucking okay. I hate feeling like this.”

“Love, hey, just… wait a second. Take a deep breath.” Rebecca moved closer and wrapped her arms around you. “Why do you hate it?”

“I don’t know. I’m feeling all these things for someone that doesn’t even like me back.”

“You don’t know that, Y/N.” Keeley moved closer as well, taking your hand in hers and leaning her head against yours. “I mean, you’re the coolest person I know, you’re fucking smart and interesting, and you’re fit as fuck. I think most of the team has at least a tiny crush on you.” She smiled, hoping to cheer you up. But that didn’t work.

“Listen, love.” Rebecca squeezed you, before pulling away slightly. “As that song says, the heart wants what it wants. I know feeling like this is terrible, but there’s only one thing that you can really do, and that’s talking to him.”

“But what if he says that he was just being a good friend? What if I misread every single thing he has done and said to me up until now?”

“And what if you haven’t?” Keeley asked. “Finding you at that club was completely random, pure luck. But he then chose to spend the entire night with you. Just like he chose to send you a good morning text every single day, and he chose to come and spend the evening with you. Also, I’m almost 100% sure that he woke up as well during the night, but didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to go, just like you didn’t want him to leave.” Keeley brushed a rogue strand of hair out of your face. “I know it’s hard, but you have to act.”

“But I’m scared.”

“Which means that you care.” Rebecca smiled. “You care about him and about your relationship.”

You looked at the two women in silence for a few moments. You wanted to cry, and you wanted to scream. You wanted to run out of there and straight to Jamie. You wanted to hug Keeley and Rebecca ad tell them how much you loved them. But all you could do in that moment was smile and be glad for the wonderful friends you had. “So, I should go and talk to him?”

“Yes.” Keeley smiled.

“And you should do it right now.” Said Rebecca, standing up from the couch. “The team is going back inside, which could be a good moment for you to swoop in and talk with Jamie.” She seamlessly slipped back in her high heels and fixed her blouse. “And if anyone has anything to say about it, they will have to come to me. I’m the owner of this club, after all.” She winked.

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The team had just made their way to the changing room, ready to hear Roy giving them “pointers”, or rather making sure they knew every little thing they had done wrong. But Jamie didn’t really care about that. Jamie knew that he had played like shit, but he couldn’t help it. His head was someplace else.

“Oi, Tartt!” Roy’s voice echoed in the room, and everyone’s head turned to look at the man sitting in front of his changing station. “What the fuck were you thinking, uh? You fucked all the assists. The team was constantly looking for you, and you were nowhere to be found!”

Jamie’s eyes remained low on the ground. “’m sorry, coach.” His voice was soft. “I’ll do better next time.”

His teammates couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Somehow, in the span of 24 hours, Jamie had lost all of his confidence. They looked at him and almost couldn’t recognise him. And the worst past was that no one really knew what to do with him, how to talk to him, how to cheer him up. Because that’s the thing with teams: you’re a family, you’re all extremely close, but you’re still a bunch of men that don’t know how to handle emotions and how to talk about their feelings. So, they just bottle everything up and hope that, sooner or later, it will just go away.

But right now, looking at Jamie, Sam felt compelled by something to just stand up and walk over to him, to say something. “Is everything all right?”

Sam’s voice startled Jamie, who was so deep in his thoughts he had almost forgotten he was at the clubhouse. “Uh?” Jamie looked up and was met by Sam’s concerned look. “No, yeah, everything is fine.”

“It don’t look like it, bruv.” Isaac joined in the conversation.

Sam took a seat next to Jamie. “You don’t have to talk to us about whatever is on your mind. We’re not going to force you. Just know that we’re here for you.”

“Sì, muchacho. We’re a familia.” Dani and Colin walked over as well, almost forming a barrier between him and the rest of the room, creating a safe space for him.

No one said anything for a few moments, most of them unsure of how to act, of what to say to him. They wanted to ask him, to help him, but they had no idea how. So, they all remained quiet, until Jamie broke the silence. “I feel so stupid.” Jamie’s voice was low. “I… I feel like a middle schooler.”

“What do you mean?” Colin asked.

Sam immediately turned to look at Jamie. “Did something happen with your dad?” And Jamie could feel the worry in Sam’s voice.

“No, no, I haven’t talked with me dad since Wembley.” He shook his head, rubbing his face. “No, I… You’re going to laugh…” He looked up, but all he saw was seriously interested faces, the faces of friends that were genuinely concerned for him. “I have a crush…” He almost whispered, but it was still loud enough for them to hear. They all shared a quick look amongst themselves, before turning to look again at the man sitting before them. “I feel so stupid because, usually, I have all this confidence with women, right? I’m so sure about me self that I don’t worry about the possibility of a rejection. It doesn’t affect me, usually…”

Sam nodded along with everything that Jamie said, as if he could relate to every little detail. “But with this woman in particular, you’re scared.”

Isaac asked the question that everyone wanted to ask. “Who is this woman?”

Jamie looked up from the ground, meeting everyone’s eyes. He could tell that his friends wanted to help him, but something was stopping him, almost too afraid to admit he had feelings for her, too scared that they would laugh in his face and say that she deserved better than him.

“Muchacho, you’re a beautiful man, and every woman would be lucky to be with you.” Dani always had this way of talking that could give confidence even to the shiest and most introverted person in the world.

“No, you don’t understand. This woman is different from the others.” He sighed. “She’s not a top model or an aspiring actress that wants to be with me because I’m famous. She’s… she’s different.” Jamie started fidgeting with the ends of his shoelaces. “And I’m different. I’m not the same person I was two years ago, I know that. And I think that’s why I’m so scared. Like, what if she doesn’t like me? What if she still thinks I’m a prick? Uh?”

“Listen, boyo. You said it yourself; you have changed. And if this woman doesn’t like your new you, then too bad for her.” Colin took a seat next to Jamie, opposite to Sam. “But if you truly like her, you should tell her. Don’t let your fear get in the way of your happiness, okay?”

“Yeah, like Selena Gomez said in her song, the heart wants what it wants.” Smiled Dani.

Jamie looked at those people around him, and for a moment he felt all the guilt for how he had treated them two years before rise to the top. Did they forget everything he had done to them? Did they forget how bad he had made them feel? He had treated them so poorly, and yet, now they were there, next to him, showing care and interest in how he was feeling. “Thank you, boys.” He smiled softly.

“You know we’re here.” Sam smiled, giving him a small push with the shoulder. “We’re family.”

“Yeah, bruv.” Isaac added. “But are you going to tell us who this woman is or not?”

However, their conversation was cut short by the door to the changing room opening, and Y/N walking in, looking around, clearly searching for someone. And that was when the boys realised Jamie didn’t need to tell them anything, because as soon as he saw her, he stood up. He fixed his hair and immediately took a step forward. None of them said anything. They just remained quiet and watched the scene unfold in front of their eyes.

“Jamie.” You smile once you finally met his eyes.

“Y/N” He replied, softly, taking another step towards her.

“Do you… do you think we could talk for a moment? Alone?” She said quietly, but the silence in the room made it extremely complicated for her not to be heard by everyone.

Jamie nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

You smiled, turning around to exit the changing room. Jamie took a deep breath, turning quickly to look at the four guys standing a few steps away from him. He nodded to them, and they nodded to him in return, as a way to say ‘you got this’ or ‘go get her’. So, he took one more deep breath, and followed her outside.

Once he stepped into the corridor, he noticed Keeley and Rebecca standing in the middle of it, looking at the two of them. Keeley smiled, which gave Jamie a boost of confidence, Whereas Rebecca was looking at him in such an intimidating way that immediately sent shivers running down his spine. He knew they were there for you, and he knew how much they cared for you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to understand what Rebecca’s gaze meant: ‘break her heart and I’ll break you’.

He greeted the two women with a quick nod, before realising you were still walking down the corridor. “Wait up, Y/N!” He said, jogging after you. “Where are we going?”

“Boot room. It’s the quietest place in here.” You looked at him, noticing his expression, as if he wanted to say something. “I already asked Will to leave us alone in there.” You replied, quickly grabbing him by his hand and pulling him through the doorway.

“You always think about everything.” He chuckled, getting into the room. He never really understood when or how that room had become like a sort of therapy room for the team, where most of them went when they needed to get something off of their chest or just be alone, but couldn’t leave the clubhouse. That place stank like hell. But he was glad nonetheless for the privacy. “You had your supporters with you as well, uh?” He smiled.

“Yeah.” You laughed under your breath. “They are actually the ones that forced me to come and talk to you.”

“Should I be scared, then?”

“No! No.” You shake your head. “I don’t think so.” You started pacing around the room, trying to give order to all the things you had in your head at the moment.

“Is everything alright?” Jamie looked at you, slightly worried.

You looked at him, taking a deep breath. “Yes.” You nodded. “Just give me a moment because I haven’t really thought about what I want to say to you. Or rather, how I want to say it to you.”

Jamie nodded, taking a step towards you and catching your hand before you stepped away again. “Do you mind if I go first, then?”

You looked at him, surprise painted all over your face. You didn’t know what to say, so you simply nodded, waiting for him to talk.

“Okay, so, first of all, I wanted to tell you that last night was… well, I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I really wish we could do it more often.” He smiled, squeezing your hand as a way to catch your attention. “And then to the difficult part... Okay. The boys told me to just be me self. But it’s difficult, you know? Because, like, I am always me self, but when I’m with you, I’m different from how I am with the others. Not in the sense that I’m not truly me self, but in the sense that, when I’m with you, I’m me self even more than usual.” He stopped, looking down. “Sorry, I didn’t really have anything prepared either.” He chuckles.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Go on, you’re doing great.” You said, trying to look at him in the eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m truly me self. Like I’m the most authentic version of me. And I like it. I want to be like that always. But I feel like I can only be like that when I’m with you.” He looks at you. “I lied before. I don’t want to be with you more often.” You stopped and looked at him completely confused. “I want to be with you as much as I can. I want to be with you every fucking day.” You giggled, feeling the blood rushing up your neck and to your cheeks. “I want to make lunch for you. Well, no, okay. I want to learn how to make lunch for you. I want to take you out to dinner. And I also want to order in and watch a movie on a couch like we did last night. I want you to play with me hair because, fuck, that’s the most relaxing shit ever.” You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain all the happiness that you were feeling in that moment. “I want to go out with our friends and be able to show you off. I want to hold your hand as we walk down the street.”

“Jamie…”

“Wait a second.” He interrupted you, pulling you even closer. “I want you to wear my jersey at matches. And to cheer for me. And I want to kiss you whenever we win a match. In front of everyone. I want to go out and celebrate with the team, and while we’re there, I want to hold you close while we talk with them, and then be able to just walk home together and celebrate just the two of us. And I don’t mean have sex. I mean, that would be fun, but I meant like having a party just the two of us. Drinking, and dancing and laughing. Or we don’t have to go home, and we can just walk around town all night, like we did that time.” He became all serious all of a sudden. “I want to be able to protect you from creepy old men. Actually, no. That wouldn’t be necessary because you would never need to go out by yourself ever again.”

“Jamie, I…”

“Wait, I’m not done.” He interrupted you once more. “I want to be able to sleep over at your place and you over at mine. I want us to buy toothbrushes to leave at the other’s house. I want to wake up next to you like we did today, but I want that every single day. I want to have me clothes at your place and your clothes at mine. I want to drive Roy mad by telling him last minute that I’m sleeping over at your place, so he has to come all the way there. And after I’m done training with him, I want to stop at a cafe as I get back home and I want to buy your favourite latte, so that you can wake up to the smell of warm coffee every day.”

“Jamie!” You shouted, trying to stop him from talking.

“What?”

“Just-” Your hands found their way to the back of his head, as your eyes remained fixed on his. “Just kiss me, will you?” You laughed, before pulling him down towards you.

When your lips finally crashed against one another, you could feel the tension you had been holding in your stomach finally releasing. You pushed yourself on your tiptoes, as Jamie’s hands slowly and softly found their resting place on the small of your back, helping you up, and pulling you closer to his chest. Your hands played with his hair, and in that moment, you were sure he could feel your heart beating like crazy in your chest.

“So…” He whisper while pulling slightly away, only to press his forehead against yours. “Did you want to say something?”

You kept your eyes closed, too afraid to open them and realise that it was only just a dream. “I think you said everything.” You chuckled, trying to get some air back in your lungs.

“Well, if you wanted to say something…”

“Jamie.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

A/N: sorry, this was so long! so, if you read it all the way through, then thank you! please, feel free to leave me any kind of feedback and don't forget to send me suggestions or requests if you have them! thank you again! ily <3

[being-addie]

Morning Routines

We're all looking at those Instagram influencers who somehow manage to wake up at 5 am, do meditation, journal, do a 15-step Korean skincare routine, and go to the gym. And then they make a green smoothie and avocado toast, get dressed in a Chanel outfit and then sit at their fancy desk with a vanilla latte and a croissant.

This is not realistic. You probably already know that, but it likely won't stop you from trying to change your routine bit by bit to look a little like theirs. That didn't stop me, at least.

But now I've come to realise that no matter how much I try, I'll never be able to have a routine like the ones I see online. Because it doesn't exist. It's all curated for aesthetic appeal and generates a sense of false productivity in the watcher's brain. We feel motivated looking at those videos and never get around to changing our own life because we're too busy living vicariously through our phones.

Here's some things you should add to your morning routine, not to be fancy, but to feel better. This is coming from someone who's tried the unrealistic routines, and I now incorporate all of these into my routine. You can skip or add things according to your schedule.

S-T-R-E-T-C-H: Do your body a favour and loosen up your muscles. Nothing better than having a good stretch that wakes your body up.

Drink water: Before you put anything in your system, drink water. Not coffee, not tea. Plain warm water. And I don't mean lemon water. Some people might not agree, but lemon water strips your teeth of the enamel. It also is acidic, so all that bullshit they talk about it being "alkaline and pH balancing" is nonsense. Warm water is the way to go.

Make your bed: A clean bed should be the first thing you do after you wake up. At the end of the day, you'll thank yourself because it will be clean, and fresh and you can fall into bed immediately.

Hygiene: Wash your face to get rid of crusty eyes and sleep. Do a basic skincare routine (cleanser, moisturizer) so you'll feel fresher. Brush your teeth and hair.

Move your body: It doesn't matter what you do, even if it's for 15 minutes. Go for a walk, do a Zumba workout, or squeeze in a HIIT session. You can find lots of tutorials on YouTube (Caroline Girvan, growingannanas, Chloe Ting). Either way, working out will help you feel more motivated and happier. It's the endorphins.

Clean yourself: Set aside some time for showering, slathering on lotion, and doing your (real) skincare and makeup routine. Pick an outfit that makes you feel good about yourself.

Eat something: ALWAYS make some food. Your body has been famished for hours on end, give it some fuel. Make a healthy breakfast, or prep one the night before. If you don't get very hungry in the mornings, have a banana, and pack a mid-morning snack beforehand so you don't reach for chips.

Do 3 things: Make a to-do list of everything you need to do today. Don't overwhelm yourself. Then, knock off 3 easy tasks from the list that you can do quickly. You'll be filled with a sense of motivation, and it'll be easier for you to complete your list. It can be chores, it could be some assigned reading. Just get it done.

Gratitude or prayer: You don't need to sit for 15 minutes to practice gratitude. You can think of things your thankful for on the way to school or work or practice deep breathing/say a small prayer on the subway or bus. You don't HAVE to do it, but it definitely makes you realise how much you have in life and appreciate it more.

Kindness: Start your day with kindness. Compliment your barista, smile at the old lady on the street, pet the stray cat. There's so much love in the world, and you have so much love inside you, and it's beautiful to be a part of it.

No longer will I be stuck in a rut. I cannot be confined to being a bitter, unhealthy person when I know there's a smiling, healthy, happy version of me in the future. Deep breaths. You'll get there babe.

<3

[itsrlymine]

GIRL GUESS WHO MANIFESTED HER PERIOD BACK?

It was so fucking easy. I believe I saw a post of yours where someone said they manifested their period back and I was like uk what Imma manifest it too. And I remember saying something like "I have it" I don't quite remember ngl, cause It wasn't even a full thought if uk what i mean. I believe this was yesterday or the day before. And yesterday It happened 😭😭.

I have pcos and for some time my period didn't come for 5 months 💀, so I started drinking some tea and It came back, but then the next month it didn't come. Basically my priod is all over the place, but I affirmed once that I have it in my mind and yeah I now have my period.

Also, I noticed all my manifestations happen when I literally forget about the thing, like I just affirm and forget completely. Or when I just stick to one idea no matter what. So yeah I'm excited cause ur girl manifested her dream job too 😋 the 3d will show that too lol.

Oh can I be 🎨🍝 anon?

OMG LOVE THIS IS CRAZY! Pero it’s not bc you are the creator of your reality!!!

Babe, I’m so happy you manifested your period back for yourself and your dream job as well!!! Congratulations babe. Now you have no reason to doubt anything at all I hope you know!!! 💖💖💖

[sneakyfungi]

I felt like expanding my introverted reader post

Price who after training rookies, going to missions, dealing with paper work and multiple stress factors just wants to stay at home with his lover but at the same time worries that they are gonna get bored staying in one place without doing anything.

Y/n: sooo... Do you wanna do something now that you have free time?

Price: *sigh* honestly love I just wanna stay here and relax but if wanna go out-

Y/n: NO!!! sorry, I mean, I would love staying here with you just the two of us ❤️

Price: you don't have to stay here and get bored.

Y/n: love I a hundred and ten percent prefer staying here at home that going outside dealing with people.

Ghost who after a really rough mission only wants to be alone but also wants to be with you so in reality he wants some quiet after the guns, the explosions, the screams, the noice of everything. but feels bad because he bets that you'll want to talk to him about your day and everything that happened while he was away but once he gets home and hugs you, you only tell him to get a bath and change into something more comfortable while you prepare something to eat.

The rest of the day is silent except for the sound of the TV but is so low that it can be ignore, he is glad that you are indulging him in the silence he wanted and that makes him even more guilty so he does the effort to talk

Ghost: so how was your day?

Y/n: shhh... We are in quiet time.

Ghost: what?

Y/n: It's obvious you want some silence and I gotta say I also want silence after what happened at work.

Ghost: what happened?

Y/n: I'll tell you later for now let's just enjoy ❤️

Gaz who wants to take you to a nice tea shop that he saw in social media but while you were getting ready your phone made a sound when you got a message.

Y/n: babe, can you check who is?

Gaz: it's your friend, they are asking if you want to go with them to a karaoke...

Seeing this Gaz felt bad that he was taking you to a boring tea shop when you could go to anywhere else and have fun with your friends, when you finished you took the phone from his hands and texted something to your friend.

Y/n: ok, let's go.

Gaz: wait, you are not going with your friend?

Y/n: nooou?... We have plans already.

Gaz: Don't worry about that, the tea shop it's something that I want to do, go have fun with your friends.

Y/n: first of all, who said that I don't want to go to the tea shop? Also they want to go to a karaoke, I don't think I can endure that, between the noise and the smell of alcohol, because I bet they are gonna order drinks, I prefer for us to go to a cute and cozy tea shop ❤️

Soap who it's on your side all the time after being away for a couple of months, while you're cooking he has his hands around you, while you are taking a shower he seats on the toilet, while doing the laundry he helps you but all of this it's in complete silence, something unusual for him, you think that maybe something happened in the mission so you do the talk although it's also a bit complicated for you since you didn't do a lot while he was away, mostly you tell him stuff that happened at work, but it was when you were cuddling that you decided to ask him.

Y/N: baby, are you okay?

Soap: what? Yeah, I'm ok.

Y/n: are you sure? You haven't talked much since you came back and you don't leave my side at all.

Soap: I just... I just feel bad that you stay alone for so long so I guess I want to kinda compensate for leaving you.

Y/n: I understand, but let me tell you that I don't mind being alone because I also understand that your job it's gonna make you be away for a while so there's nothing that can be done, besides I don't mind the alone time because I know that I'll never be alone when you are with me ❤️

[cowgurrrl]

It Ain't Me Babe

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: A holiday present from me to you ❣️

Summary: Ellie’s first art club meeting [2.8k]

Warnings: creative insecurity, mentions of financial instability, teacher things, Ellie talking about Sarah, more flirty flirt, I think that’s it??

Nothing has ever been as annoying or guilt-inducing as an unfinished piece of art. Sure, every artist— no matter the medium— has felt like an uncreative, unoriginal hack, but it still feels just as new as it did the first time. Moonlight streams through your window as you glare at the canvas, hoping for an idea or stroke of genius. It's late. You should be in bed, especially since it's a Sunday night and you spent your weekend working at the bar down the street. But you're holding a paintbrush between stained fingers and praying for a miracle. It's been eight months since you last sold a piece for a whopping $200, chump change when it comes to living in Austin these days. Even with two jobs and doing commission work, you're living paycheck to paycheck. Maybe that's why it's so hard to create? That has to be the reason. You don't remember it being this hard when you were younger.

Creating art was the only thing that brought you solace during your teenage years. It didn't matter if it was drawing, pottery, painting, sculpting. All that mattered was that you were doing it and you were good. You won awards, scholarships, and attention. Your art teacher, Ms. Henry, was a godsend. Grey-haired, glasses-wearing, colorful Ms. Henry glided through lessons and projects like it was second nature. She always had pencils in her hair, a mug in her hands, and a kind word on her lips when you entered her classroom. She's the one who pushed you to go to your artsy liberal arts college full of people richer and better than you. Even with her love and support, you struggled and almost dropped out after that first semester. 

"There's always someone better," she told you when you ended up crying across from her in a coffee shop. "But there's nobody in the world who can make what you will because there is and never will be another you. I mean, God, what a gift. I'd hate to see you waste it." That sobered you enough to keep going and eventually pursue a teaching certification. Ms. Henry has since retired to the Pacific Northwest with her wife, Mable, and sends you a postcard every once in a while because she believes smartphones will be the downfall of civilization. After so many years in education, you're ready to agree with her. 

You sigh, feeling your motivation fluttering away with your breath, and plop your paintbrush down in the cup engraved with the words "DO NOT DRINK" in bold. The canvas doesn't look like much of anything right now— just a mass of colors and shapes that could potentially pass as an abstract version of a landscape. It looks like the other painting you left at the school to work on when you have time. And the painting before that. And the one before that. You curse at exactly the same time your phone buzzes with a text. 

You awake?

You don't bother responding and go straight to FaceTiming her. She picks up on the second ring, her beautiful, round face greeting you with a smile. You met Andie during high school, and her effortlessly cool attitude and bulky violin kit quickly became a part of your heart. You two were inseparable all four years of high school, dividing your time between rehearsals and time spent in the studio, but college took you to art school and her to a prestigious orchestra program in Vienna. She's been there ever since graduation, playing for diplomats and royals alike, but she comes home for holidays, and you've been trying to save money to go see her. Being so far from her is hard, but you make it work. 

"Why are you awake?" You ask by way of a greeting, more than accustomed to your seven-hour time difference and her early riser habits. She laughs, and you hear a tea kettle whistle in the background. 

"Well, hello to you, too," she says. "I have rehearsals all day today, so I got an early start. Why are you awake?"

"I'm staring at my waking nightmare." 

"Oh, God, are you having another spiral?" 

"I'm a hack."

"You're an artist."

"I got rejected again this weekend," you say as if to prove your point, and she sucks her teeth. "They said my art didn't fit their vision for their exhibition, but to feel free and submit another time."

"Well, they must not know great art when they see it. There will be another exhibition and another chance for you to show off your amazing skills. And when you get accepted, which I know you will, I'll fly in, and we'll drink fancy champagne and talk shit the entire opening night." She says, and you sigh. Her persistent optimism is one of the things you love about her, but sometimes, all you want to do is sulk. 

"Or I could fly to you when your first composition gets performed, and we could do all those things in Austria instead of this shithole."

"Hey, some of us like that shithole."

"Some of us haven't lived in the shithole in ten years." 

"Touche," she concedes. "But I'm serious about what I said. You're a good artist, just going through a little bump in the road. One day, we'll be really sexy and successful, and we'll look back at this and laugh with our rich spouses while drinking expensive wine."

"One day," you say, smiling. "How are rehearsals going?" She groans at the question, and you laugh. Whenever you talk to her, she's working on a new show or with a new conductor and always has something to say. There are many things you could call your best friend, but lazy is not one of them.

"I feel like we're stuck on this one part, but the conductor won't listen to me. He says he knows better than I do, which might be true, but also, if he just listened to me, then we can move on. I don't know. I'm sure if I poke him enough, he'll have to listen to me."

"Sounds reasonable." 

"That's what I'm saying," she says as she shuffles her coffee mug and breakfast to her dining room table before checking the time. "It's midnight there. Don't you have school tomorrow?" She asks, and you sigh.

"And an early morning staff meeting and art club after school." 

"Sometimes, I worry about your mental health." She says, and you laugh a little too deliriously to prove her wrong. You stay up talking with her for a while before finally getting hit with a wave of fatigue and crashing into bed. 

The next day is not any less hectic than your weekend was. The staff meeting early in the morning is mind-numbing and completely unnecessary. The printer in the teacher's lounge breaks halfway through a heavy-duty print job, and you're left scrambling for new activities and lessons. Not only that, but your students were more out of control than usual, prompting a veteran teacher to come in and scold your class on your behalf. It would be kind if it didn't make you feel two inches tall and your students didn't look at you like you betrayed them. You spend your planning period indulging in the silence of your empty classroom and fighting off a migraine. 

The second the final bell sounds, your art club kids are knocking down your door, more than ready to work on their projects for the winter showcase. The winter showcase is hosted by a local art gallery that opens for submissions from students every fall. If a student's work is taken, it gets shown in the gallery, and they get entered into a prize to win money and a chance to paint a mural downtown. It's a big deal. So far, you haven't had a student win first place, but you've had them get very close. You always assure them you're proud of them no matter what, which is especially true when Ellie slinks into your classroom with a shy smile.

"Hey! We're just setting up supplies to work on stuff for the showcase. Do you have something to work on?" You ask, gesturing to the students working around the room in a buzz. 

"I think so. Are you gonna play music?" 

"Who do you think I am?" You make a face, and she laughs. "Why don't you find a spot and get comfortable while I queue up a playlist?" She hesitates for a second before she takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to approach another student to ask if she can sit with them. They start chatting easily, and her shoulders relax as she gets more and more comfortable with all the new people. You put on a random playlist and move around the room to answer any questions about colors or give an opinion when asked for one. Over the course of an hour, Ellie makes her own little group of friends, and they all talk as if they've known each other forever as they work. She seems so in her own element, and you can't fight the pride beaming in your chest. Okay, so maybe your job can be pretty cool sometimes. Not fame and fortune cool or traveling overseas cool, but cool nevertheless.

Students gradually start packing up their things and leaving when they get texts from impatient parents in the parking lot or close to dinner time, but Ellie stays behind, bobbing her head to a beat or bouncing her knee under the table. She's the only one left in the classroom when you start packing your stuff and preparing the room for the next day. "You've got a ride home, honey?" You ask, and she glances nervously between you and her phone.

"Yeah. My dad should be here soon." She says. 

"Alright, well, I've gotta lock up here, but I'll wait outside with you until he gets here."

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"It'd make me feel better knowing you weren't left behind. Plus, I'm the adult responsible for you until he picks you up, so it's kinda illegal for me to just leave you here." You say, and she looks hesitant again but nods. Together, you walk out of the classroom and through the empty hallways until you get out to the scorching September afternoon. You stand outside in silence for a few seconds, taking in the sunset, before you turn to look at her.

"How'd you like the club?" You ask. 

"It was fun! I met lots of cool people."

"I told you, kid. You just needed to give it a chance."

"I know, I know," she rolls her eyes, and you smile. "Thank you for pushing me to go. I don't think I would've gone without you." She's so genuine and kind in her tone that it throws you off-kilter. You're used to being berated by students, staff, and parents. To be told you actually had an impact on someone is not commonplace, to say the least. 

"I'm sure you would've found your way there without me." 

"Maybe, but you helped me get there a lot sooner than I would've on my own." She says, and you take a deep breath. It feels nice to be acknowledged, especially after the day you've had, and Ellie seems to sense it. You're looking for something to say when she looks down at her shoes and kicks a stray rock. "Just take the compliment and move on. Don't make it a thing." 

"Alright." You say, laughing, and she cracks a smile, too. Traffic will be horrible on the way home, and you have nothing to eat for dinner, but it's okay. You did one good thing today. That's all you need. 

"Sorry, my dad is taking so long." She changes the subject, a touch of anxiety creeping in, and you shake your head. 

"Does he always work late?" You ask, and she shrugs.

"Sometimes. Dad and Uncle Tommy have been picking up jobs to send money to my sister in Boston. "

"What's in Boston for your sister?"

"Medical school. She's about to go into her internship at a hospital there."

"That's a big deal." You say, and she hums. 

"Yeah. She'll probably save the world or something one day." There's a hint of something nostalgic in her voice, and you decide to push just a little. 

"Do you miss her?"

"A lot," she says. "She's my best friend."

"She's lucky to have you." You say. She smiles but doesn't say anything. You want to ask more about her family, but a rickety, greenish pickup truck comes rumbling through the parking lot before you can. Ellie shifts her backpack on her shoulder as her dad and uncle come into view, and you smile at them. Joel, however, looks frantic. 

He's unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the driver's side door before the car can even finish moving. There's dirt on his pants and a little bit of a sunburn across his arms, the muscles straining across the black fabric. He politely pulls the ball cap off his head to reveal sweaty curls as he approaches you, jerking his head toward the truck at Ellie. "Why don't you wait in the truck with Uncle Tommy? He's got a snack for you." He says, and Ellie lights up at the mention of food. When you're alone, he tucks his hands in his pockets and gives you an apologetic look. 

"'M so sorry. We got caught up at work and lost track of time. It won't happen again." He says, wringing his hands like he's waiting to be scolded, but you wave him off. 

"It's okay. Things happen, and I'm just glad she's got someone picking her up." You say. 

"How'd she do today?"

"Really good. I think she fits right in."

"She make some friends?"

"I can't give away all my secrets. What else are y'all gonna talk about at the dinner table?" You tease. 

"I guess that's right," he says as he stares at you, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "Thanks for waitin' with her."

"It was my pleasure." You say. You stand awkwardly for a few seconds, rocking back and forth on your feet. His eyes are locked in yours, and there's a silent competition to see who's gonna blink first. "Well, I should let you get home. Have a good night." 

"Uh," he starts, stopping you before you can even fully take a step. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," you say a little too quickly, and he smirks. "I was very flattered. Besides, it's not the first time."

"Beautiful woman like you, I'm sure you've got 'em linin' the block for a chance with you." He says. You're dancing a delicate dance here. You're not not flirting, and you're not not interested in him, but if your principal finds out, it could cause a whole new world of problems. Still, it's nice to be wanted after so long of being on your own. You're not a saint, but you're also not doing anything inherently wrong, right?

"The teacher thing usually freaks 'em out before they can get very far."

"That's a damn shame." He's quick with it, and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at the line. A buzz in your bag reminds you of the time and why you're still at school, and you find your footing again. 

"Uh, I usually give out my contact information to the parents of my art club kids in case they need anything or need to contact me quickly. Since Ellie's an official part of that, I figured I should give you my phone number in case anything comes up. If that's alright?" You say, and he pulls his cracked phone from his back pocket. 

"Yeah, yeah. That's more than alright." He says, handing it to you to punch in your information. 

"It's for emergency purposes only."

"What d'you consider an emergency?"

"Mr. Miller-"

"Joel." He corrects, and you give him a look as you pass his phone back. 

"Don't abuse it. I'd hate to have to put you in a group chat with all the PTA moms."

"You're evil." He groans, and you laugh. Tommy, leaning over and honking the truck horn, interrupts your conversation, and he shoots daggers through the back window. 

"I'll see you next week, Joel." You say, dismissing him, and he hesitates for another second before nodding.

"See you next week." He says and turns on his heels to get back in his truck. You think you vaguely catch Joel scolding Tommy for being impatient, but you ignore his deep voice and the engine sputtering as you walk to your own car with a little more pep in your step than this morning.

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hi its camellia and idk if your request is open or close-

But if open then i would like to request

Yami,Fuegeleon (idk how to spell 😭😭) Nozel and William with an innocent reader and somebody said some dirty stuff to her and she ask them what it means! Im so sorry to request this if its close! In completely clueless during the night so please forgive me! Dont forget to take breaks,eat daily and drink! Ily have a great day or night! Love you 😘🫶🏻

Hello BBG! thank you for this request hehe! Yes I'm eating enough and drinking enough, ig.

I'm having my off day so I had some time to complete requests again! hehe! I hope you have a lovely lovely rest of the week!! ILYSM too!! <3

Characters: William | Nozel | Fuegoleon x f! reader tw: overall safe. I would say it's still PG, haha! Unchecked works!

d/w: the dirty word (imma leave it to your own imaginations)

William Vangeance

You were on a date, it was William's off day so you asked him casually.

"babe, what does d/w mean?"

William choked on his tea and he coughed for awhile. You seldom saw Will so flustered so you quickly helped him pat his back. his face was red like a tomato.

"Who said this to you?"

"Erm, nobody said it to me, I just over heard one of the trainees say it while I was training with them."

You didn't catch it but William's orbs flashed a tone darker for a moment.

"Oh love, it's... a sexual word. Just forget about it, okay?"

He said it in a gentle tone with a sweet smile, just for you.

The next day at training, William came to oversee the training and made things very very difficult for everyone, even Klaus, who was in charge of the trainees was puzzled.

"Captain William in a bad mood?"

"I'm not sure.." you answered with a shrug.

When Klaus asked his captain, he got a very dangerous smile from him. A smile that told him that he was on thin ice as well.

"well, i think their training is not tough enough, seeing that they can go around running their mouths, don't you think Klaus?"

Nozel Silva

You came into his office one day, telling him some guy at the cafe you were at with your friend and tried to ask for your number and said d/w to you.

Nozel looked up from his work, "Who and where and when?"

You were taken aback that he was this angry. You had to tell him to calm down. It made you even more curious of what it meant.

"It's something your ears should have never ever heard." He stormed out of his office.

He found the guy pretty quickly and carried him out of where ever he was by his collar.

"Never. Ever. Speak filthy things to women you don't know." Nozel stared a hole through him.

The guy was eventually sent to a hospital and was traumatised.

"Was it that bad? Whatever he said? Now you make me really want to know what it means," you asked him that night.

His face blushed a little, thinking about whether he should explain it to you or not, but he thought that you'll eventually know somehow, "it's just something filthy, sweetheart.Nobody should ever say this to you."

"Except you?"

Nozel was blushing so hard.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"Fue?" you asked him at dinner one day, "What's d/w?"

"I... don't know?" he looked at you blankly, "where and who did you hear this from?"

"Mereo said it while we were on our mission together to some of the bad guys."

"..." Fue looked at you, "you better not learn anything she says, dearie. She has a foul mouth sometimes."

"Okay!" you nodded and beamed.

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The next day Fue asked his sister about it. Mereo burst out laughing. Then she explained the literal meaning of it to Fue.

Fue almost choked on the water he was drinking.

"I knew it! It's not something good! Don't ever speak like that in front of y/n! she's so innocent!" Fue shouted at his sister

"How should I know she'd take it literally?!" She shouted back, "besides, don't act all innocent, dumb brother! You and her would eventually know it one day!"

Fue's face burned bright red and they eventually fought for a bit until the wall had a huge hole in it.

Fue came back to you that night and told you to erase d/w from your memory and that it was a very very bad and filthy thing.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Blake and or weiss meet yang/rubys parents for the first time. Was thinking something similar to the goodnight kiss story, but do what you want lol. I ain't gonna force you to do anything.

Hey, @chaosbloot! I think I got something for this.

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Goodnight Kiss in Vacuo pt. 2

Shade Academy

Blake: (tossing and turning in bed) Can't sleep... (glances at the door to the bedroom and bites her lip as she watches shadows pass underneath the door) No. No. It's too soon for that. We didn't even technically share a bed at Jaune's house in the Ever After.

Yang: (muffled laughter on the other side of the door along with two other voices)

Blake: But it was nice being so close.... (remembers the warm, floaty feeling she got from sleeping within close proximity to Yang)

Blake's Heart: (butterflies and warmth and floaty feeling with warm fuzzies) Go get our girl already!!!

Blake: Okay. Okay. Okay. I'll go ask. (Takes a deep breath and peeks out the door into the little dormatory common room)

Yang: (wheezing with laughter) No way! Qrow, you never told us that you wore the school skirt for a week when you were a student!

Qrow: Your dad told me it was a kilt!

Raven: Don't put all the blame on Tai, Qrow. Summer played along with it.

Qrow: You're just mad that my legs looked better than yours in that skirt.

Raven: Hardly the case now. I don't think those pasty white legs of yours have seen the light of day since then.

Yang: (laughing so hard she's crying silently and goes to wipe a tear when she notices Blake standing in the doorway) Hey, babe! Sorry, are we keeping you up?

Blake: Oh! No. Not at all. I just noticed that it was getting late and you hadn't come- GONE! Hadn't gone... to bed.

Raven & Qrow: (arch an eyebrow with a smirk at the slip and glance at each other)

Yang: (oblivious) I'll go to bed here in a minute. I was catching up with Qrow and hearing how Raven came around to help.

Raven: (gives Qrow a look of: "Can you believe this kid?")

Qrow: (exchanges with a look of: "She has Tai's obliviousness and your romance disasterdom. What do you expect?")

Raven: (rolls her eyes and stares pointedly at Blake) Hey, if you want to sleep with Yang, you're better off asking her directly instead of beating around the bush.

Blake: (blushes and steam billows out of her ears)

Yang: (blushes and sits ramrod straight) U-Uh... Blake?

Blake: Yes!

Yang: Did you... want to share a bed?

Blake: (ears flicker as her eyes flit between everyone in the room) I... wouldn't be opposed....

Qrow: Do you want to sleep with my niece or not?

Blake: Not like that!!! (Balks) Not yet anyway!!! (Gags at her words) I MEAN!!! YES!!! I would like to share a bed with Yang! (Turns to Yang) When are you coming to bed?!

Yang: (a flustered and blushing mess) I'll be there in five minutes!

Blake: Okay!

Yang: Okay!

Blake: I love you!

Yang: I love you too!

Blake: (stomps over to Yang in embarrassment, kisses her cheek, and sprints back into her bedroom)

Yang: (eyes flicking between red and lilac from embarrassment)

Raven: You were right. I do like her. I was a little worried after spying around post fall of Beacon.

Qrow: Told you. (Drinks his decaf coffee) Better get going, Firecracker. Your lady awaits.

Yang: (stammers and sputters) Right! Uh! Goodnight! (Trips over the chair as she rushes to the bedroom)

Raven: (sips her tea after the door slams closed) I give them six months before they're talking about marriage.

Qrow: I'll see your six months and put my money on our little Firecracker asking.

Raven: Please. That little shadow is clearly a woman who knows what she wants. My money is on the Faunus.

[rems-writing]

Everyone loves professor Song

》 Pairing: English professor!Mingi × student gn!reader

》 AU: smau/college au

》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Yes this is another birthday fic for my one and only. 🥰🥰🥰

You were the last one to wake up. Your friends had a sleepover since they were all planning something for your boyfriend. Today is his birthday yet he was working. After all, being an English professor isn't so easy. As you sat down at the table with them, you pulled out your phone to greet him on his special day.

Grinning from ear to ear, you put your phone away and slammed your hand down on the table. Like the crackhead you were.

"I have an idea."

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Mingi finished up his last class of the day. He bid his students goodbye and thanked those that greeted him on his special day. As he collected his papers and neatly tucked them away in his briefcase, he sensed a presence in front of him. Looking up, a beautiful smile graced his face as he saw you and your friends come in with a small cake in your hands. As you finished singing the happy birthday song to him, he giggled quietly and closed his eyes briefly before opening them and blowing out the candle. All four of you cheered and you set the cake down on his desk before going around it and hugging him tightly. He returned the hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you so much, darling. You mean a lot to me."

"And you mean everything to me, Mingi."

Mingi lifted his head and leaned in to kiss you. Someone cleared their throat and the both of you looked at Regina, who acted like she wasn't the one that did it.

"I'd hate to break the lovefest, but we got reservations."

"Oh? Where?"

"Your favorite kbbq place."

Mingi's eyes widened. Storybrooke was a small town so that meant that they'd have to drive all the way to New York to go there. Nonetheless, his smile returned.

"Are you sure?! It's a bit of a drive!"

"Don't sweat it, mate. We've all been to New York tons of times! Trust us. Just relax and have fun on your big day!"

With Robin's reassurance, Mingi was hyped up. As soon as he gathered his things and double checked that he didn't leave anything behind, he followed you out of the university.

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Dinner went well amongst the 12 of you. You all laughed and ate to your heart's content. Some of you even drank as well! It was a good thing that you also booked a hotel knowing how much everyone drank. In addition, the hotel was a good walking distance from where you guys were eating. Mingi patted his stomach lightly and giggled loudly as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. He downed a couple of soju bombs earlier.

"Babe, you're literally the best. I just want to let you know. Also, I love you so much."

"I love you too. Now can you stop leaning on me? You're heavy!"

Mingi hiccuped and squished your cheeks before kissing the tip of your nose.

"This stuff is dangerous! Mates, you have to watch out for this!"

Robin was probably the worst out of everyone there. He was even worse than San! And San's tolerance was pretty low. As you watched the archery champion swing around an empty soju bottle, you took it upon yourself to get it out of his hands. You would've asked Regina, but she was currently engaged in an intense tea spilling session with Wooyoung. Zelena and Yeosang were the first ones to leave since Yeosang's stomach was hurting and Zelena decided to take him back to the hotel so he can rest. She told all of you that she'll meet up with you afterwards.

"Anything else for tonight?"

The waitress named Milah asked all of you. Most of them were incoherent so Jongho, ever the mature one despite also partaking in drinking, told her that they were all finished. Milah nodded and turned around to retrieve the check.

"Thanks, Jongho."

"No problem, Y/N. I know Mingi's a lot to handle right now."

After Milah placed the check down on the table, everyone scrambled to whip out their cards.

"I'll pay!"

"No, I'll pay!"

"Move! I'mma pay!"

Regina, having enough of the men fighting over payments, whipped out her card and quickly gave the check to Milah.

"I will pay. Y/N, you can cover the tips, right?"

You nodded firmly while everyone else sulked. Regina chuckled.

"You guys, it's fine. Just pay me back in either high grades or actual cash."

They all agreed. Soon, the meal was paid for and everyone stood up and stumbled out the door.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong were leaning against each other, Yunho was being carried by Jongho, San was carrying Wooyoung, and Mingi was being held steady by you, Regina, and Robin.

Once the 10 of you arrived at the hotel, you entered the elevator and went up to the 11th floor. All of you soon exited and went to the biggest hotel room you guys all booked for the weekend.

Room 1117

It was more of a penthouse rather than a hotel room. As soon as all of you fell through the doorway

The chaos officially started.

Oh boy. You were in for a long night. But in the end

It was worth seeing the bright smile on Mingi's face.

[annaphoenix1994]

Plans

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Kiera's morning sickness began to take its toll once she hit week seven of her pregnancy, waking up nearly every two hours to rush to the bathroom and empty her stomach. Amongst everything else, Simon never gave her the chance to do it alone - always being the one to hold her hair back and keep a damp cloth nearby. He didn't care how tired he was, he knew she was just as tired, perhaps more. It's the least I can do is be there for her, he thought every time he felt her be restless throughout the night, not one complaint leaving his lips nor entering his mind. "Do you want me to make you some tea?" He'd ask when she'd be sick early in the night. 

She shook her head, sitting back against the tub between his thighs where he sat, closing her eyes at how his gentle touch managed to calm her every time. Looking up at him, she politely declined. "I get sick every time I smell it, I swear." She groaned. 

"What do you need?" He whispered, his hair a tussled mess as he was known to toss and turn himself throughout the night as well as bury his head against a pillow. 

"Sleep." She giggled, feeling another wave of nausea on the horizon. 

"You'll get plenty of it, love. Do you want some water?" 

She shook her head again, "I don't think I can drink anything right now, babe." 

"I'd feel better if you did. I haven't seen you drink since we had dinner and considering you threw that up too, I can clearly see you're dehydrated." 

"It's just part of it," She groaned. "I don't know how I'm going to sit through a however-long flight in a few weeks." 

"We don't have to go if you don't feel comfortable." 

"This ball is important to you, though." 

"Not as important as you," He reminded her, arching his brow. "This is the first one I've ever accepted an invite to. A ball doesn't mean shit to me." He chuckled. 

"I want to. I'll be fine." 

"I'll believe that when you're not on this floor next to the Lou more than you are in our own bed." 

She giggled, "You're so British." 

"That tends to happen when you're from England." 

"I wouldn't have guessed." 

"I know. That pretty little head of yours has had a tough time thinking lately." He teased, running the pads of his thumbs against her cheeks. 

"More like all the time." 

"Well, I wasn't going to put it like that..." 

She giggled, turning to sit on her hip as her arm draped over his thigh, nuzzling her face against the tender flesh of his clothed thigh, closing her eyes at his natural warmth as he ran his free hand along her bare arm, her skin sticky with sweat as she had been suffering through hot flashes throughout the day and night to compliment her nausea. "I'm so scared, Simon." 

"There's no need to be scared." 

"Yeah? And you can proudly say you're not?" 

"I'm nervous, but not scared." 

"Why?" 

"It's hard to be scared of something you've always wanted. What's scary is taking the steps to get there." He sighed, looking down to move a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

"That's a good way of putting it." 

"See? I'm good with words sometimes." 

"Surprised I could get something sentimental out of you, babe." She teased. 

"You keep laughing like that and you'll be making yourself sick again." 

"Worth it," She hummed, a grin smearing her face before she forced herself to look up at him again. "I'm just nervous on how I'm going to tell my parents." 

"Would you rather tell your mum first?" 

She nodded, "I don't think my dad will be hateful about it, but I don't know how he'll take it, either." 

"We're in the same boat on that one, love," He chuckled. "He might kill me." 

"He won't. Now, if he thought you were a piece of shit and wouldn't help his daughter who's expecting, then he probably would." 

"That's not going to happen. Whether you like it or not, I'm not leaving your side." 

"I don't mind. As long as you don't look at me different-"

"I already know I will." 

She looked up at him with furrowed brows, almost taking offense. 

"A mother of our child, watching your body change through this is just amazing to me. Even though you're looking up at me with those puffy eyes and flushed cheeks, you carry a different glow to you now. I never thought I'd think of you as something more beautiful than how you are now." 

He watched her blush, continuing to rub her cheeks as he once again felt a sarcastic comment about to leave her lips, "How many times did you practice that in the mirror?" 

"I didn't. I just said what came to my mind when you asked with those concerned eyes of yours." 

"Mhm..." She teased. 

"Believe what you want, love." 

"I might," She sighed, a teasing tone lacing her voice as she moved to stand to her swelling feet, the cold tile cooling her body as Simon rushed to help her to her feet, reaching over to flush the toilet of her stomach bile before he walked closely behind her, flipping off the switch to the bathroom before ensuring she was easing herself down on the bed. "Shit. I forgot to go get a bottle of water." She groaned, realizing her frustration after she laid down, not expecting Simon to go out of his way to get her one as she moved to sit up. 

He returned shortly, a bottle in hand and a blue tablet of Tylenol, holding his hand out for her to take it before he kneeled on the bed. "It's okay to take this, trust me." 

"I assume you did your research." She smirked. 

He nodded, "Yeah. I put the Ibuprofen somewhere you wouldn't find it just in case." 

She shook her head in amazement, "You do so much for me, you know that?" 

"It's part of the commitment." He assured her, pressing a kiss to her temple after she laid down on her side, draping his arm over her side and his palm splaying over her belly, feeling a bit of resistance when he pressed against her belly firmly. His heart thudded with excitement as he had finally begun to feel what he was waiting for - she was beginning to grow. 

"What?" She giggled, feeling his hand rub small circles against her belly. 

"I'm starting to feel a bump, love." He whispered, Kiera feeling his smile against her neck before he pressed a warm kiss on her warm skin. 

"It's because I'm bloated." She smiled. 

"Oh, I don't think so. I feel a baby in there," He breathed a chuckle. "It's about time."

"It's just because I'm fat." She grumbled, putting her hand on top of his and he rubbed his rough palm against the fat of her stomach - something she hated to carry. 

"Stop talking nonsense, "He huffed and removed his palm from her belly and grasped her hand, holding her palm against her stomach as his hand stayed on top of hers, "You feel that, love?" He whispered. "That's our baby. You're growing already." 

His voice shuddered with excitement, eager to witness the day the baby decided to kick for the first time, not knowing what his genuine reaction to be aside from pure excitement and adrenaline.

She breathed tenderly, slowly coming to the realization that she was beginning to show. Already this early?

"I think it'll be a boy." He hummed. 

"What makes you so sure?" 

"Because you're starting to show already," He smirked, his palm returning to the forming tightness of her abdomen. "And I want a boy." He joked, his smile widening after he heard her giggle. 

"Well maybe I want a girl." She huffed. 

"Hm, well if it's a boy for this go around, I wouldn't be opposed to trying again..." He trailed off, smirking against her neck. "Then I'll hope for another boy." 

She scoffed playfully, turning onto her back to look at him, "Mhm, maybe we'll get lucky and have twins - a boy and a girl." 

"Christ," He mumbled. "I'm already nervous for one right now. I'd be scared to have two at the same time." 

"Double trouble." She giggled. 

"That's what I'm afraid of: one copy of me and one of you when I can barely handle you as it is." 

"You could've left a long time ago, buster." She laughed. 

"Wouldn't even cross my mind, love," He sighed, closing his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Wouldn't want to be expecting a child with anyone else." 

"You're obligated to say that to avoid hurting my feelings." 

Shaking his head, he kept his hand on her belly, "I may be a bad man, but if I know one thing about myself is that I'm honest." 

"I know you are." 

"Then why question it if that's what you know?" 

"Because I like the reassurance." 

"You'll get plenty of it, love." He sighed, moving his head down to place a kiss to her sour lips, astonished that she pulled back to cover her mouth, Simon taking a moment to realize that she feared he wouldn't want to kiss her due to her sour breath from vomiting. 

"Babe, I've been throwing up-"

"Do really think I give a fuck?" He scoffed. "I don't. You really think I'd refrain from kissing you after that when I've smelled your breath after eating an onion?" He chuckled. 

"Well, no, I-"

"Exactly. You kiss me first thing in the morning with my cotton mouth without hesitation." 

She hummed, "I guess you're right. I don't ever pay it no mind." 

"Exactly. Kissing you omits anything you fear I won't like." 

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"Are you sure you'll be okay driving on your own?" 

She sighed, tilting her head at him while he watched her through the mirror, a soft grin smearing on his lips as he watched the new glow compliment her skin, her hazel eyes keeping focus as she pulled strands of her hair back to combine them together before leaning forward to apply a small amount of eyeliner and mascara to her eyes before she realized that Simon was watching her. "I'll be fine, babe. I need to get out of the house," She giggled, locking her eyes with him through his reflection. "What?" 

He shrugged, "Just lookin'." 

"Probably wondering how you got so unlucky, huh?" 

"Negative," He huffed, sincerely hating how she looked at herself. "I just like looking at you." 

He smirked as he watched her blush, looking over herself in the mirror before turning around to face him, the flattering blouse and black leggings easing her sensitive abdomen. "I should change." She huffed, deciding last-minute that she didn't like the shirt she was wearing. 

"Why? You look lovely," He sighed, stepping closer to her to grasp the hem of her shirt. "Are you not comfortable?" 

"I mean, I am, but I don't feel like I should be wearing it." 

"I see nothing wrong with it. You're just meeting Laswell for lunch, not going to a fashion show," He chuckled. "Stop fretting, love." 

"You promise I look okay? I don't feel like I look presentable." 

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a liar?" He sighed, pressing a reassuring kiss to her forehead. "If you're not comfortable, though, change into something that does. I won't look at you any different." 

She blushed, tilting her head down to rest her forehead against his chest, immensely feeling her confidence spike at his reassurance, "I think I will wear this, then." 

"Finally feeling beautiful? Or do I have to make you tell me again?" He smirked. 

She hummed, "Didn't take me long to realize that you make me feel beautiful, I just haven't appreciated it enough. However, I don't mind you having to make me tell you again." She whispered, looking up at him after his hands found their way to her hips, nearly wincing at his sudden arousal at her words. 

He placed another kiss to her forehead right at her hairline, "You sure you want that right now after getting sick this morning?" 

"There's always tonight?" 

"Always." 

She rewarded him with a kiss, cupping his face with her hands while his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him before she pulled away suddenly, Simon chuckling at her immediate babbling as she blamed herself for forgetting, "Shit, I'm going to be late. I hate to ask you, but can you take this to my mom? I won't have the time to go and hunt her down by the barn while I'm trying to get into town to meet Laswell." 

"What is it?" He asked, following her into the kitchen to watch her get a box of decorative kitchen towels. "Towels that we're not even supposed to wipe our hands on?" He teased. 

"It's my mother, Simon," She scoffed. "You know she decorates for every damn season. And no, you're not supposed to wipe your hands on them, but you have been anyway when I have some out so I told her I'd bring her all of the towels I have so that she can decorate with them." 

"Love, it's a towel. You hang it on the stove and over the sink. How can you not expect for me to wipe my hands on it?"

"The same reason you'd fuss at me for stuffing an entire dinner roll in my mouth instead of picking off piece-by-piece at an English dinner table." She raised her brows, watching him laugh. 

"That's just basic table manners... In London." He scoffed. 

"Isn't that where we're going?" 

"For the ball, yeah," He chuckled. "But where we're going after is Manchester. Completely different world, love. You can shove all the dinner rolls you want in your mouth there and a soul wouldn't say anything to you." 

He smiled as he watched her giggle, bringing the medium-sized box towards him and setting it on the counter, "Only one way to find out. I am feeding for two, now, so I might eat more than one. Don't forget to take this to mom. She told me she wanted to start decorating when she got around to it." 

He sighed as he took the box, patting the lid with his left hand, "Better be on time, then. Wouldn't want her to scold me for not having her decorative towels on standby when she wants them." 

"See? Now you're catching on!" 

He shook his head playfully, watching Kiera grab her purse and tuck her phone away inside after removing her keys, "I'll text you when I get to town." 

"How about you call me?" 

"I can do that." She smiled, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. 

"Don't forget that pillow-"

"It's in the truck, babe."

"Make sure to use it. You have precious cargo." 

"I'm well aware," She giggled, looking down to watch Simon trace his fingers over her belly. "I'll call you. If you don't answer, I'll assume mom scolded you for not having her precious towels." 

"Love, I've had my fair share of fear, but one thing's for certain: I'd never cross an angry mother when it comes to either her decorative towels or her daughter's iced coffee." 

She giggled, "That's right. Especially the iced coffee." 

"Rubbish. Coffee is to be drunk hot. You taint it by putting ice in it." 

"Yeah? And you put milk in your tea," She argued playfully. "Isn't that rubbish?" 

"Doesn't hurt to make it better. Least I drink it hot." 

"Fair point," She shrugged, tapping his chest with her hand after placing another kiss to his lips, the feeling of his fingertips against her belly dissipating with every step she made towards the front door. "I'll see you later, baby. I love you." 

"I love you too, sweetheart." 

He hid the frown that displayed on his face when she shut the door behind her, finding himself becoming familiar to the painful feeling it was to watch her leave, always fearing that she wouldn't return. Sighing, he made his way to the bedroom to put his phone into his pocket to have on him for whenever she called, hearing her truck pull out of the driveway as he made his way back into the kitchen to grab the box of towels before making his way to the lodge to drop them off. 

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Setting the box down on the porch table, Simon heaved a sigh before he knocked on the door, finding himself nervous to have to talk to her mother without Kiera by his side. After hearing faint footsteps approach as well as the barking of a small dog - her mother's beloved Corgi, April, he smirked when she opened the door, the dog immediately smelling his pantleg and attempting to jump up on him to request admiration before Kiera's mother scolded her for jumping on a guest. "April! No!" 

"She's okay," Simon assured her, reaching down to pet the dog before standing upright again. "Kiera sent me with these." 

"Oh," Her mother smiled. "Thank you, Simon. Where is Kiera?" 

"She went into town to meet up with her supervisor. She'll be back in a few hours." 

"Oh, okay. Come in, honey." She invited. 

"Oh, I don't want to intrude-"

She waved her hand, "Sweetie, you'll never intrude. Besides, I wouldn't mind the company. I'm sure she poked at me for wanting to decorate for Easter so early. Bud went into town to get some cows...again." 

Simon chuckled, "He doesn't seem to slow down, yeah?" 

"Never. Kiera gets it from him. Sometimes it's never bad to sit around and do nothing for once." 

"I can agree with that. She's always doing something. Most of the time I have to tell her to sit down while we're eating dinner because she's obsessed with cleaning suddenly." He sighed, remembering how he had been relentlessly Googling how women act while pregnant, obsessively cleaning being one of them as it was a term titled as "nesting" and to expect it progress as she moved closer to her due date, but he wasn't about to tell her own mother. Not on his own, anyway.

"Sounds like her," Eva smiled. "She gets that from me. Bud is the opposite." 

Simon followed her into the house, chuckling at how she constantly scolded April for yapping excessively in Simon's presence, the dog loving physical affection and jumping up onto the couch next to him and leaning against him as his arm draped over April's back, scratching her side as her non-existent tail wagged what seemed like a million miles an hour. "Would you like a drink?" 

"Um... sure." He replied, the sudden anxiety appearing in his face as the altercation was awkward for him, Kiera being absent to ease the tension, her leg not against his as he would creep his palm to rest on her knee to rid his anxiety. Instead, he resorted to pressing his thumb against his ring finger - something he always did when he felt isolated. 

He watched Eva return with a glass of sweet tea - her favorite drink. Simon knew exactly what it was, knowing that any American that he had come across always put sugar in their tea. Bloody rubbish, he thought. 

But he drank it anyway, expelling the fact that it was almost tasteful to him. I can't admit this to Kiera, she'll never let me live it down. 

Eva sighed after drinking from her own glass of tea, sitting down on the couch across from him as she pulled the box closer towards her, removing the lid and placing the folded towels along the coffee table, seeming to organize them by both pattern and theme. Simon smirked as he watched her, wondering what it was that women liked about having a bloody towel, of all things - not even allowed to wipe his hands on - as a decoration. It really is just the little things that make women so happy, he thought, chuckling subtly at how Eva scoffed at Kiera's folding of the towels, clearly to not her style as Kiera's folding was, well, something of Simon's - folded into a half-assed crease and nearly stuffed into the box as it was clear either the box was too small or there were too many towels to choose from. "That girl," Eva shook her head with a giggle. "All those years I taught her how to fold and she folds like her dad." 

He chuckled in response, forcing himself to take another sip of the sweet tea without a scowl on his face at his distaste, continuing to give attention to April before eventually replying, "She folds like that at home, too." 

"Bless you," Eva giggled. "How are things with you two?" 

Do you really want to know? 

"We're alright. Still head over heels like I was when I met her." 

"She really has changed since she brought you here," She admitted. "I'm afraid she probably would've run you off if you would've been around years ago." 

"Why's that?" 

"I wish I could put my finger on it, but I think something happened while she was overseas that she refuses to tell Bud and I about. It's rare she ever talks about it," 

Oh, I know what you're talking about.

"She would just shut down. Go off on her own and would be out for days and her mood would just change drastically. I'm glad she's found herself out of that, though, but I'm sure it still eats away at her." 

"Yeah, she doesn't really tell me about anything either. It's all black and gray when it comes to that, I guess." 

"Perhaps it stays where it needs to. Bud has tried talking to her about it. Sometimes a little too harsh, but I believe that made it worse - seeming to demand answers out of her." 

"Possibly." 

"He stopped once I told him, but at the end of the day, she's still his little girl. He just sees things... different. Both former Marines fighting a completely different war." 

"See, I didn't even know that." Simon shrugged, never able to recall her service in the Corps. 

"She joined when she was twenty. Scared me to death," Eva sighed, continuing to fold through the towels to her liking. "Mostly because of her father, but she didn't argue about it. I felt like my baby girl got stripped of her childhood before it could even truly end." 

"What made her?" Simon asked, curious. 

"For the main reason I assume most soldiers swore in for," Eva frowned, recalling the terrible disaster. "Her uncle is a police officer in New York. Well, was a police officer. He's retired now. He invited us every year for his birthday as he could never make it out here to enjoy it. We flew in on September 9th and were going to stay a week. Well, let's just say we stayed for nearly two. She saw nearly everything as well as her father." 

"I think the entire world did." Simon breathed, recalling the events of September 11th, remembering where he was when he heard the news - being an apprentice at a butcher shop at a local grocery store, dropping everything after his shift to swear in to the British Army in hopes of preventing another World War.

"Unfortunately so. She served for I think a total of six years before she went into the C.I.A. I've never been so worried before in my life - hearing from her once every other month or so. I dread when she leaves again."

"I don't think she will this time," He breathed, taking another dreaded sip of the sweet tea. "She told me she was going to resign." 

Eva gasped in shock, "Really? Why?" 

I know exactly why. "I think this last mission took a toll on her. She's been having nightmares again. Worse than before by what she said."

"Oh. Well, I can't say I can understand that, but a part of me is thankful she is. I know she enjoyed it to an extent, but I'm glad she's wanting to leave it behind." 

Simon didn't respond. Instead, he took to ignoring his racing thoughts by patting April's head while she curled up next to him, grinning down at the dog as a part of him wished he had one of his own. "Everything alright, sweetie?" She asked, taking notice of Simon's troubles within his own mind.

"Yeah," He nodded. "I just lose myself in a train of thought sometimes." 

"I see," She sighed, realizing that the topic of war wasn't a strong subject for him as they clearly could not relate to any aspect of it. She understood his love for her daughter, though, and decided to keep the topic about her in hopes of assisting with relieving him of the anxious subject. "Kiera never did tell me how you two met." 

He breathed a laugh, "There's probably a reason why I don't think she did..." 

"I assume it wasn't just a simple meeting at a bar considering that's where you could find her most of the time." Eva giggled. 

"I wish that's where it was, truthfully," He sighed. "Although I can imagine it wouldn't have ended well." 

"Probably not." 

Just tell her, Simon, he scolded himself, shaking his leg nearly impatiently as the topic of war wasn't prying at his thoughts. "Mrs. Dutton? Can I ask you something?" 

"You know you can anytime, sweetie." 

"Well, I know this is a question I should be asking her father, but if I were to be truthful, I'm quite afraid to..." He trailed off, running his hand behind his neck to rid the faint sweat from his palm. 

Eva knew what he was wanting to ask, a smile prying at her lips as no man has ever admitted his love for her daughter before. Her heart swelled at the thought, stopping what she was doing immediately and crossing her leg over her knee. "There's no need to be afraid." 

"I want to ask your daughter to marry me. And aside from being terrified of asking her father, I don't know how to ask her if I got permission." He blurted, nearly finding himself embarrassed for just blurting it out the way he did, but he figured that if he didn't, the subject never would've been brought up and he'd be finding himself wishing he had asked. 

Eva's hands clasped over her mouth, tears begging to prick at her eyes after he had said it, feeling the love he had for Kiera through his words alone as well as how nervous he seemed to ask her mother for permission. "You know you have my permission, sweetheart. However, I do have to agree that is a question you need to ask her father, but I know he won't protest. All he's wanted for her was for her to be happy. To have a family of her own and having someone to hand the ranch down to after we leave this world. He knows you make her happy and take care of her. If I might say, he mentioned he saw your true colors when she came home from the hospital. The way you put her before yourself, how you were sure to tend to her with any small inconvenience she overcame, the way you made sure she ate something that day... all of that, Simon. It meant the world to him." 

A sigh of relief escaped his lips at her words, looking over at her to see how truly sentimental she was. "I've never been this way before. Since I met your daughter, I seemed to find myself wondering how she was and keeping a close eye on her during missions. Let's just say when trouble found her, I wasn't far behind. Although she got herself into a lot of trouble, but she's always been able to get out of it." 

"It's something to be proud of, Simon," She assured him with a smile. A genuine, loving smile - one that reminded him of his own mother. Mum, you would've loved her. "Do you have a ring in mind yet?"

"I've been looking, but it's been hard from me to keep it from her," He chuckled. "She's by my side nearly all the time and when she has a random urge to have to Google something, I always lend her mine and I've been having to delete my search history so she wouldn't see anything relating to it. I don't want her to expect it." 

"That's going to be a challenge." 

"I know. She senses nearly everything since she's been pr- got back," He stopped himself. You stupid bloke, don't say shit! "She'll know the minute I start acting different." 

Eva nodded, understanding what he was saying. "She's always been hard to buy gifts for, especially her birthday. She always says she doesn't want anything, but we try to surprise her every year." 

He huffed with embarrassment, "When... When is her birthday?" Should've been the first question I asked her, but never thought of it. 

"February fifteenth. Technically a Valentine's baby, but the hospital wouldn't put it on her birth certificate," Eva giggled. "Said she was born right at midnight instead of eleven fifty-nine like I swear she was." 

"It works out perfect, then, because I was going to propose to her when I took her to Manchester after the ball in London." 

She smiled, "Goodness, that will be perfect. Any ideas?" 

"Not yet," He sighed. "Been thinking about it...a lot." 

"I'm sure you'll think of something." Eva assured him. 

"Eventually, but I wanted to ask her father first. Of course I waited until I was closing in on a short window of time before I wanted to ask." He scoffed. 

"You have all the time you need. Did you want to get the ring when you flew over to England or here?" 

"At first I was thinking of getting it there, but with my luck, I wouldn't find anything her size and I wouldn't have her mother to help me..." He trailed off, sensing the immense excitement in her eyes at his thought. "Of course, if you wanted to?" 

Eva stood to her feet, wiping a faint tear from her cheek before walking over to him, Simon standing to his feet as she hugged him tenderly. "I'd love to, sweetheart. I know her ring size and everything." 

"Thank God, because I wouldn't know how to get it without her suspecting something." He chuckled while she embraced him, Simon returning the favor. 

"If you wanted to, we can go shopping while Kiera is in town?" 

"I think that's a perfect idea." 

"I'll get my bag! We can take my car. If she were to see us, just agree that you took me out into town for some groceries since her father is out getting cattle." 

"Think she'll believe that?" 

Eva thought hard on it, realizing that her explanation for her being with Simon would raise awareness that he was planning something. "You're right. Let's just tell her, if we run into her, that I forced you to come along with me for bonding time." 

"Believable." He chuckled, watching Eva nod along to the new plan. 

Now I know where she gets her humor from.

[alrightbuckaroo]

19 for the prompt list <3

19. ‘it made me think of you.’

Did NOT expect this to be a little over 900 words, but I hope you enjoy it all the same <3

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First Responder's Fair is home to many things; double fried foods, rigged carny games and at the moment, a very confused TK Strand.

"Wait," TK sucks his teeth, to which Nancy grimaces at. "You mean to tell me the sweet tea down here is actually," TK pauses. "Well, sweet?"

Nancy and Tommy share a look across the picnic table while TK takes another hearty sip. Nancy begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "What made you think sweet tea wasn't sweet?"

"It never was up north, tasted more like dish water than anything."

Tommy, then, begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "TK, why do you know what dish water tastes like?"

"My friend Cash used to work at the Sally's Diner back when we were in high school, bet me ten dollars that I wouldn't drink from the dish sink from the after lunch rush. He thought I couldn't, or more so, wouldn't do it." TK smiles smugly. "Guess who left Sally's that day ten dollars richer."

"And was out sick from school the following three days because he got food poisoning." Owen adds as he sits down, joining them at the table. His hands full with two corndogs and a frozen lemonade. "Had to rush him to the ER because he kept complaining about stomach pains."

"So I guess it wasn't a question of couldn't or wouldn't, but more of a shouldn't." Tommy jokes, breaking off a piece of her funnel cake.

"Nice to know that you taking up residence in the ER isn't just a Texas thing." Nancy rallies and TK feels like he's been attacked by all fronts.

"My newfound stomach of steel would argue it was worth it."

"It wasn't." Owen is quick to interject.

"Anyways," TK goes to change the subject. He points at the corndogs in Owen's hand. "Dad, corndogs, where?"

Owen tells him where the booth is and TK makes it his mission to scout it out. He stands up, and treks his way over. He sees both Isabella and Evie standing in line for cotton candy, alone. His eyebrows furrow when he doesn't see Carlos anywhere.

Last he saw them, Carlos was taking them to the ring toss in hopes of coming home with a new pet goldfish. For the girls, not TK, which Carlos made absolutely clear.

"Hey girls, where's Carlos?"

"Milk bottles." They both say at the same time. TK thanks them, and walks around until he finds the milk bottles. He sees Carlos before Carlos can see him. Even from a distance, he can see Carlos is uncharacteristically sweaty and his curls have started to break free.

As he walks up, he watches Carlos throw a baseball and raise his arms in cheer before he winces and lowers his right arm.

"Babe," TK says as he gets closer. Now that he's closer to Carlos, he can see the beads of sweat dripping down his face and the ring of it around the neckline of his shirt. TK's confused, it's hot out, as expected, it is Texas, after all; but it's not that hot. "What's going on?"

Carlos starts when he realizes TK is next to him. He was so focused on the pyramid of milk bottles in front of him. "Oh no," Carlos responds. "You weren't supposed to see, it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Here you are, sir." A man in a red and white striped shirt hands Carlos a stuffed orange lizard. Carlos goes to reach for it with his right hand but changes to his left hand.

"And this is for you." Carlos holds out the stuffed animal to TK who stares at it, slightly perplexed, slightly in awe and even more slightly in love.

TK reaches for it, and Carlos smiles at him like he's worth every curl unfurled. "Babe," He grabs Carlos' left hand, careful not to irritate the right one. He pulls them aside, out of the walk way and earshot of the carny. "Did you throw out your right arm trying to win me a stuff lizard?"

"It made me think of you," Carlos affirms, wiping at his face on his shirt sleeve. "I couldn't not get it. Who knew it would be level to training day for the academy." He rotates his arm, trying to gauge the pain.

"Well, this just means I get to give a slow, sensual massage later tonight." TK whispers into his ear.

"TK," Carlos smirks. He nods to the ring toss they're standing next to. "Not in front of the gold fish."

TK stares at the stuffed animal in his hands. It's eyes are a little too close together, and it's smile is a little crooked, but he loves it all the same. That said, TK begs the question he never thought he'd have to ask. "Babe, how much did you spend on this little guy?"

Carlos is silent, trying to think of the best answer. The last thing he wants to do is tell TK he spent close to ten dollars worth of quarters on a stuffed toy that probably cause ten cents to make. "Baby, you know my love for you is priceless."

TK rolls his eyes, but his smile really gives him away. "You're so cheesy."

Carlos grabs TK's hand again; he suddenly finds himself having a real hankering for corndogs. "You love it."

TK laughs, "Not really," He pulls Carlos is for a kiss that tastes like sugary sweet tea. "But I love you."

send me a soft fic prompt!

[ghostofasecretary]

feelings sorting

how am i feeling? stressed. numb. overwhelmed. bad.

how does my body feel? floaty, cold, stiff. the floating started *after* i took my emergency anxiety meds, which is. annoying.

ok. put on socks and a jacket; that might start to help.

i haven't watered my plants in three weeks. been longer since i vacuumed, also.

haven't sent an email i need to send or a texted someone back.

i am so, so--i feel like i've just failed and failed and failed, and not just in a general "not getting what i wanted at the times i wanted it" way but in a daily "i haven't been eating food or giving myself tea or keeping my promises to myself that i would *do things to make my life better*" way.

ok. watered the plants.

i keep thinking "i want to give up" and i don't know what i mean by that. what do you mean, you want to give up? i mean i'm tired of picking myself up off the ground over and over again at both literal and metaphorical expense to fling myself at things that don't love me back. i mean i want to go to grad school but i DON'T want to tell my recommenders "haha yeah i got into [extremely prestigious institution] but didn't go because i'm too poor to afford it and too unimpressive to win the lottery that still calls itself merit-based." i mean i don't understand why i'm so tired all the time, and why doing the things i love scares me, and why studying is so hard, and why applying myself is so hard, and i keep sitting still for hours and hours and days and days and my whole WEEK went by and i hardly NOTICED because each day was the same. more or less. somehow.

Thursday feels like it didn't happen.

i don't want to skip poetry this week but i didn't prepare a single thing i was meant to and there's no point to it if i haven't prepared because i don't have the vocab i need to do this shit casually and anyways i'm past the point of doing stuff casually, i'm better at this than i used to be, i'm meant to be better

i'm so tired of myself.

backing out is easy, right? it's meant to be easy? "Hey, So sorry but I didn't make time for this thing that makes my life feel worthwhile this week, this passion project I've spent years on, the thing I feel like actually makes me interesting and knowledgeable enough to justify being a dumbass in other areas"--wow, it's nice to speak freely

i can tell i'm being crazy. i don't care. not saying it will only make me more crazy and less productive/capable of getting what i want/trapped in a cycle of Avoidance for things that Feel Bad.

my jaw's tense, my mouth's burnt, my throat is dry. drink some water. write an email.

i have, in fact, been pretty damn diligent about pursuing my goals for years. let's just--fucking--a bad month does not ruin you. a bad day does not ruin you. it's embarassing not to be prepared! it feels bad! i don't like it! nevertheless if i had the resources to be prepared i would be, and as i am not it is fair to assume i lack the resources, and my priority should be *getting* said resources so i don't *explode and die.* as it were.

placing this much weight upon my academics, on *not looking stupid,* is also very embarassing, but to be cringe is to be human and i'm stuck with myself.

listen. babe. do you think you can do poetry today? no. okay. that's fine. go communicate that like an adult.

(if i'd been that diligent wouldn't it have worked? if i'd been that diligent wouldn't i fucking have my goddamn life in order right now? ...does everyone you know who's worked hard have their just desserts for it, babe? does ANYONE? ask any of your mentors who are winning and they'll tell you it's at least half luck. privilege matters, your work matters, your character matters, and also sometimes people luck out and sometimes they don't.)

god this is excruciating.

EMAIL SENT.

i'm gonna resume this in a bit, i think, but i don't want to lost this so i'm gonna post it

ok. back at it. person texted.

i think the anxiety meds were a good call. talking to myself in public was also a good call. i wish i'd done this earlier but there's many things i might wish different and so instead i'll just be glad to be alive and moving.

i need to eat. and i need to start my grad school apps and email my recommenders politely, with respect and decency, without tearing myself down. firstly because tearing yourself down in front of others puts them in an uncomfortable position, and secondly because if you don't speak of yourself with respect you are doing an unkindness unto yourself.

oh, and i got an email about Job Onboarding. yay. (i have a job now btw, Go Me. that's not nothing. that was a significant source of stress for months and tackling it took a week, two on the outside, and soon i'll be making money and socializing more which is good for the monkey brain and improving my baseline levels of stress.)

plan:

- go to the bathroom oh my god

- eat + do dishes

- ~~account set-up~~

- schedule other job stuff

- vacuum the second half of the room

- grad school list; make/re-activate accounts; make spreadsheet of required docs and list of people to email

- make + eat dinner

- i would LIKE to a) catch up on my cards, b) Knit, and c) listen to my audiobook. and i'd like to do these things on purpose for fun. go me. let's try. if you don't get through all of Grad School List that's okay but PLEASE start in on it

(previously in q: what's up with mystery package from hell (figure out commute during lunch, change list if needed) (actually i do not care) (sent email, no response))

head hurty. back and body aches. how about i make some tea before i finish vacuuming.

update: i did not finish tea before vacuuming. i did not even start tea. things are Off The Floor which is good, but On My Bed which is less good. need to put the vacuum up also. blargh.

mystery mail situation is resolved thanks to the power of emails! huzzah.

3 hours 40 minutes after taking my anxiety meds i feel, uh, A Big Headache. tired in a drained way. i have a few things on my list left (*start* grad school shenanigizing, put up vacuum, make tea, make food (is banana bread + yogurt + fruit + seeds an adequate dinner, who knows not me. probably not given what else i've eaten lately. hush), eat food, Do Relaxation). i feel i have been more effective than i have been at improving my circumstances. i've been meaning to vacuum for actual weeks, and i managed to reorganize my bookshelf and put up some new books that have been languishing on the floor for two weeks in the process. i went through some very annoying job stuff that furthers my goal of making, like, Any Money At All this month! cancelling poetry today was fine actually. all my conversations with people were positive. i am kind of pleased with myself.

i think i may try some grad school bullshit now and THEN do upstairs taskz and then have a chill evening. maybe i will even vidya game, who knows. okay? okay!

evening update: i love approaching baking like it's cooking. instead of using a real recipe i used my two old bananas + 2 remaining carrots + bread like ingredients in quantities approximately similar in ratio and measure both to about three other recipes. it'll be a bit before i know how it tastes as it needs to cool but i'm quite pleased by the appearance, at least!

[lvrhughes]

Rodeo | J. Drysdale

word count: 1.5k

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x f!reader

summary: it’s rodeo season, allowing you to bringing Jamie to one

warnings: drinking, uncomfy people?

requested: no

not my gif!

“Come on Jams, we’re going to be late!” you yelled through the space, right before Jamie walked out.

“Holy shit” you mumbled under your breath seeing Jamie walk out. He was fitted in some classic boot cut jeans, a very nice flannel shirt, cowboy boots, and his very own cowboy hat, you had made him buy. He looked spectacular. 

“I think I'm overdressed,” he said, looking down at his clothes.

“No no, baby you look perfect. You’ll fit right in.” you assured him, being dressed in a similar fit. You had convinced him to go to the rodeo with you this year, him being the only one who would agree to come, and being your boyfriend he felt a tiny bit obligated when you came to him sad that Trevor refused. 

“Now let's go!” you cheered, grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door, he had a small smile covering his face seeing your excitement for this.

 You made sure you got there nice and early to get the good seats and food, so now you both were waiting for the event to start. Just another half hour, but hey you guys had seats right by the gate. 

“Jaim, would you come dancing after?” 

he had a bewildered look on his face, he assumed it was only watching the rodeo and going home. He couldn’t dance like you.

“Baby, I don’t know how” he exasperated. 

“Babes, I’ll teach you, it’s fine. And it's just casual. You don’t need to be amazing or even know how.” He officially had no reason not to go.

“Okay”

“Okay?”

“Yeah we’ll go dancing after.”

You jumped up, very clearly happy with his answer, and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. He laughed, pulling his arms around your shoulders. A voice over the PA system broke your hug by informing everyone the event would start in ten minutes. You two were seemingly set, you both had food, drink, and good seats. Perfect.

“This is going to be the best day I've ever had Jams, thank you” you said, placing your head on his shoulder after you two had sat down. He didn’t say anything but place a lovingly gentle kiss on the top of your head. It was just peaceful waiting for the event to start but when it did, you were loud. 

“COME ON BOYS!” You cheered loud for all of them, it didn't matter if you knew them or not. Jamie was in awe, he knew you loved rodeos but never knew how passionate you were at them. By the time intermission was you both had run out of drinks so Jamie offered to go get you both more.

“What do you want Love?” 

“Just an iced tea please” you replied, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“An iced tea or a sweet tea?”

“Jam, we’re in Canada right now, an iced tea.” you laughed, he quickly joined you quickly,  realizing. And so he was off, the lines were horrible, and he spent most of the time in line complaining to himself. 

“Hey handsome” A voice came from beside him, his first thought was it was you, but quickly thought against that because you were keeping the seats. So slowly he turned, sure enough it was simply some random girl, sure she was pretty but to him no one was prettier than you.

“I have a girlfriend” he smiled towards the girl, but that didn’t seem to mean anything to her. 

“That’s okay baby, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” she winked. 

“No, thanks” Jamie mumbled moving up in line, but she was persistent. 

“Just one night, I’ll change your life” She wouldn't quit, and it was annoying Jamie, even worse more girls had appeared. He assumed some of them just knew that he played hockey but the others were just trying to sleep with him.

Finally he made it to the front of the line, the group of girls had lessened after taking a few pictures with fans, but the original girl was still there. 

“One iced tea and a water please.” he ordered from the man behind the counter, he quickly got to grabbing the needed items. 

Jamie paid and started walking away, yet the persistent woman was still following him.

“Why did you get two drinks? You a thirsty boy?” She winked again, God this is cruel, Jamie thought.

“I told you I have a girlfriend, and one is for her,” he said, pushing past her towards you.  You saw Jamie and smiled at his return but it faltered for a second when you saw the woman following him and the annoyed look on his face.

His look softened when his eyes caught sight of you, calming you a bit. His boots clicked against the concrete as he returned. He was quick to drop everything and grab you instead, placing a passionate kiss to your lips. 

“What’s that for Baby?” You laughed, already guessing, it was to show that girl he was taken. He looked behind him to see the girl huff and walk away. A smile returned to his face, fully.

“I was being hit on, and she wouldn’t accept no.” he said, placing another kiss on your lips. You gladly returned his affection. 

“I told you, you look so good I might just have to keep you extra close tonight.” 

He laughed at that, then pulled you into his lap when he sat down. You gladly sat there until the events started again, then you were on your feet cheering when acceptable. 

By the end, you were definitely high on sugar, and Jamie was just happy you were so happy. He knew you’d crash soon, but it’s fun while it lasts.

“Come on Jam, we’ve got dancing to do, and another three days of this!” You had so much enthusiasm in your words it amazed Jamie how they weren’t screamed and they were all coherent. So he let you pull him along to where the dancing was, the bar area. 

“I’m going to go get a drink first, okay Love?” He almost asked, watching her nod her head before moving toward the dance floor. 

Jamie had gotten his drink surprisingly quick, and now he just had to find you. He also did that quick, finding you dancing around, he was mesmerized. His daze on you was snapped when another guy came over to you.

“Hey pretty lady” he said putting his hand on your waist, you were quick to push them off. 

“I have a boyfriend” you said before he could say anything else. His eyes darkened.

“Well if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn't leave you alone on the dance floor.” He pushed, “And you know, what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.” He said, trying to put his hands back on you. Jamie was quick to walk over after that, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your neck. The guy quickly took note, but didn’t want to let go. 

“Fuck, your with him? You could be with so much better, like me.” You were done even being mildly nice to this asshole. Jamie didn’t even have time to try and stop you before you punched the guy. A nice crunch echoed after, blood flooded out of his nose, a whine escaping his lips right before he turned and walked away.

“Baby, what did you do?” Jamie asked, still a little confused.

“I punched him. Probably broke his nose too” you were definitely a bit proud.

“Baby, you shouldn’t have.”

“Jaim, i was not going to stand here and listen to him shit talk you. He had it coming.” Jamie nodded, he did have it coming, whether it was one punch from you or ten from some other guy who he chirped at. 

“C’mere, let’s properly dance.” And so you dragged Jamie towards a more clear area of the floor, ironically the first song to play was a slow song so you two danced together before using this time to teach him to line dance.

“Okay so it’s just a line, basically. You move one foot behind the other.” you gave instruction to Jamie, who was quick at learning this. It only took about 20 minutes to teach him the dance, so now you went up to the dj to request the song. He gladly accepted. A minute later the song was playing, everyone lined up, Jamie beside you. And everyone danced, all in sync, it was like something out of a movie. 

About two hours later, your feet were killing you, you were getting tired of being hit on by other dudes or Jamie being hit on by other girls, so you deemed you two should leave.

“Jams, can we go home?” you whispered by his ear, he nodded picking you up, making you giggle, and carrying you to the car. He placed you in the passenger's seat, doing your seatbelt up for you as well, before walking over to the driver's side. 

“Thank you for tonight Jam” 

He didn’t answer, he did, instead, placed a kiss upon your lips, trying to share every emotion he felt through it. 

“This was the best night I’ve ever had” you mumbled against his lips, he hummed in agreement before kissing you again, then heading towards home for the night.

[nikosamaki]

Truth or Dare, Lucifer?

Warnings: A bit NSFW, Body parts, No Miners

Thanks to the Artist: @51dog 😊

It's afternoon and no one except Lucifer is in the house -Daddy's busy with his paperwork. You were bored and decided to go and check Luci if he needs anything; you went because you KNOW he's done with work ^^. You knocked in your own way and entered.

Lucifer: Oh my dear, how long have I been working? Look at your bored face... Got very tired??

Y/N: Just like you. Here, I brought tea with some biscuit.

While you both were drinking tea, you thought of a game that you played a lot in human world but don't know how to suggest it (But there's NO worry, 'cuase Naughty Asmo is thoughtful 😉)

I heard a game called "Truth or Dare" from Asmo, he told me everything about it. Wanna play it? Because it aroused my curiosity to play it... with you 🤗

You're SHOCKED!! you're just like "You made it up or Asmo really said that?" and kinda confused because he said "Curiosity", which means he has a very DIRTY plan for you (In other words, you're going to BE FUCKED 😊... Soft or Rough, who knows?)

Umm... You sure? Because it's a human world game which you hate.

Hate? Where you heard it? Let me guess, while I was talking with Solomon? I didn't mean it because HE was the person who suggest it, not you. Now, I don't want to hear anything from that disgusting witch or else.

Shall we start?

I hope Asmo told you that saying "Dare" is too much risky, because whatever rival says goes; even it's too bad or you know things 😏 (With saying that, you made his mind so much clear of what you want from him)

He smirked and rolled the wine bottle (Such a Classic Man 👌... wine bottle instead of water bottle). The cork stopped towards you, so he asked: Truth or dare?

For a split second, you wanted to choose dare -wanted to have some fun- but then you remembered your rival is LUCIFER; the demon who would definitely ask you to do sinfully things (Yeah babe, let your imaginations go WILD). With a lot misery, you convinced yourself to not choose it.

Truth

Hmm. Well then tell me something that occupied my mind for a while. Last might at 10 p.m, when you were with Mephistopheles , what did you do? It didn't seem that you were sad by being with him, though he made you laugh a lot.

Wait, Wha.. Are you jealous? Because I was with him and laughed?

Don't think that you can get away with not answering, punishment's expecting you 😊

You damned Asmo, how far did he say about rules? And what rules he made up??? (The last one is the most scaring thing)

We went to buy notebook and highlighters and so on for the project. In the way home, we saw two cats that were fighting and he compared them to you and Satan. That's all.

I know you're telling the truth, my love

"Wait... My LOVE????? he called me my dear and now LOVE? Something IS wrong, I can feel it" said in your mind. You tried to not show any horror in your face and rolled the bottle -he figured it out, after all he's a DEMON!. Again the cork stopped against you -your face was just like this emoji 😶-, you looked at his face which is full of enthusiasm and enjoyment (Don't forget LUST).

You sure that you did NOT spell a curse on it?

He just narrowed his eyes and face turned to an evillish form, as if you're going to say "DARE"!! But you didn't, you out witted him 😎.

Truth

Are you going to keep saying it? Doesn't want to make some changes? -

No thanks, I'm fine -you knew that he meant himself not you but well, that's how you play.

Then, I'll ask interesting questions. What do you like the most about me? And please be comfortable, because I exactly meant what you're thinking.

You coughed.

Wha... what am I thinking about?

Pervert thoughts, of course. The way you're looking at me, shows how beautiful and imaginary that thoughts could be.

What the FUCK?!?!?! He knew it? Why i AM sooooooooooooooo obvious??? Wwwhhhyyyyyyyyy????? Calm down -you took some deep breaths; which confirms Luci's saying (You ARE an idiot, nothing more)

Umm.. What do I like the most? Maybe it's your lips 😶😶

Just that? You sure you don't like MORE PARTS of my BODY? Don't be shy 😊 (Yeah, don't be; after all he IS going to fuck you 🤗)

D..Don't get too much cocky and I want my privacy.

He giggled. He loves the way you shy and don't know what to do. He opens his mouth to say something, but just licked his lips... You knew that he did it on purpose! Was it an invitation? Or wanted to turn me on? That jerk knows how to act and make me horny.

If your bored with the way I play, then why don't you yourself make some changes? -you rolled it and FINALLY the cork stopped against him- Truth or dare?

Hmp, Dare.

You smiled -not in wickedly way.

What a good change! So I want you to wear CAT clothes 😊, which includes cat ear, tail and cat collar.

WAHT??? ha ha, we don't have any of nonsense things that you just said. I'm sorry.

Don't... Here, I HAVE ONE 😉

He's red, maybe because of embarrassment or anger. You gave the bag to him and stared to him which means "Go and try. If you don't, I WIIL do a terrible thing". He sighs and grabbed the bag. Asked you to turn back till he's done -you're so excited and nervous, because you don't know what's expecting you!

Oh, when you're done, MEOW to say that you're ready.

You wan to di-

Sorry, you can threaten me.

Why I can't?

Because if you do, I'll ruin your friendship with him and you will regret it. Sometimes you forget that you're NOT the only demon here, hone😚

He's shocked and disappointed at the same time, he's thinking about since when you've became so cruel?? Is it his effect on you or his brothers? He wonders. As you have no choice but to meow, you meowed (UNBELIEVABLE!!!!), in SEXY way 😎.

M.. Meow

You got a little bit naughty (Don't know why). When you turned, his fake cat ears caught your sight.

You're so CUTEEEEEE. Awwwwwwww😍 Come here I want to pet you.

You didn't wait to hear his permission -you knew he doesn'tlet-; so you stand up, got closer to him which you only have two inches away from his nose. He blushes and just looks at your magnificent eyes; the eyes that he has never seen before.

Master... Do you want something from me?

Can't you guess? I want to play with you (I DO NOT mean a simple cat game or any thing you're thinking.... I mean the PERVERT and DIRTY one)

He sat on the bed and bent his head for you which means "pet me". You pet him for a while and played with his cat ears. Since he was enjoying the feeling, you took a step further; you licked his ear -not the cat ear- and bite it smoothly. Suddenly he stands straight, however he lost his balance and caught you -hoped to get his balance- but you both fell on the bed. He hidden his face with hands, because you are on him and he unintentionally saw your breasts -how gorgeous- and feels them rubbing on his chest. (Bet you he's getting so much HARD)

You tried to get off of him and seat but as you're confused, you put your hand on his HARD COCK and SQUEEZED it!!! You didn't know where you just touched but you saw Lucifer's reaction; He suddenly moaned -in deep voice with a lot pleasure- and bit his lips. Now you understand what have you done😅 He breathed out, sat and looks at you with his devilish red eyes.

Just in record, you start it first...

Instead of getting scared or being afraid of what's going to happen, you smiled and bite your lip. For a moment, you analyzed and gazed at him; messy hair covers his face and doesn't let his reddish eyes be seen perfectly, just like a hungry beast. while you're drown in your thoughts, he puts his hand on your back and kisses you. His tongue goes to your throat -has a long tongue- and makes you to breathe hard, you felt that you're gonna faint; you pushed him. You cough.

Meow -wants your attention. Love, we are just getting started. I'll make you to go to depth of hell and beg me to set you free. But for now, I want to know who's the kitten here?

He takes his black tie and closes your eyes with it.

Wouldn't it be much more fun when you don't see? ,whispered in your ear.