#( i made the emoji mistake and i was going to delete it but i was like no actually lets work with that lmaooo )

[sudcikis]

Jason: I've got just a couple of days of being busy, I'm in California until Friday but my nights are mostly free, and then I'm heading out to KC for the weekend. If you're free any time in the immediate future, I would love to hang out 😏 Jason: That was not the emoji I wanted to use gosh darn it it was supposed to be 😊 I'm just going to go crawl into a hole now it was nice knowing you

@famelail

[goblin-jr]

And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you. 

Part 6 of 12

Synopsis: Surfing lessons and more confessions (shocker)

Pairing: unrequited JJ x Reader, Eventual Rafe x Reader

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Y/N glanced at her phone with a sigh, wondering if it was just another reminder of her complicated feelings. But instead, her screen lit up with a name she hadn’t expected. Rafe Cameron

She frowned at first, thinking it was some weird mistake. Rafe? Why would he be texting her this late? Her finger hovered over the screen, hesitant, before she swiped to open the message. 

Rafe: Midnight drive?

Her brows furrowed. Midnight? Was he serious? Y/N looked at the clock—she wasn’t really tired, but the last thing she expected tonight was an invitation from him. 

Y/N: How did you get my number?

She typed quickly, half-joking, half-curious, but honestly, more interested than she’d like to admit. She almost deleted it, but the words were out before she could stop herself. 

The reply came almost instantly, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his reply.

Rafe: Don’t worry about it.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. The guy was insufferable, but also oddly charming in a way that caught her off guard. She sat back in her chair, contemplating for a moment. What could it hurt? She was used to hanging out with the Pogues at all hours of the night anyway. This wouldn’t be any different. 

Still, she had to tease him a little.

Y/N: You logged on to the country club’s computer, didn’t you?

She waited, half-expecting him to respond with something smug and condescending. Instead, the reply was simpler. A smiley face emoji with a single word: 

Rafe: Maybe.

Y/N let out a breath, part exasperated, part amused. The fact that he was so cryptic made her want to know more, but she wasn’t about to let him get under her skin so easily. She typed back quickly, deciding to go with it.

Y/N: You’re lucky I’m bored. I’ll meet you out front in 10.

Without waiting for a response, she tossed her phone on her bed and stood up, running her fingers through her hair. She grabbed her jacket from the back of the door and slipped into something comfortable enough to hang out, but still warm enough for a late-night drive.

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A few minutes later, Y/N was standing outside, the cool night air ruffling her hair. Her heart raced a little—not from nervousness, but from the odd excitement she felt at the thought of going out with Rafe. Maybe it was because she never really got the chance to talk to him in the way she wanted to. Or maybe it was just the spontaneity of it all. 

The headlights of his car cut through the dark before she heard the engine, and Rafe’s sleek black car rolled up to the curb. He leaned over from the driver’s side and rolled down the window, looking effortlessly cool as usual.

“Hop in, princess. You ready for an adventure?” His grin was playful, and Y/N couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief at his arrogance.

“You really think I’m going to get in that car after you—” Y/N started, but Rafe cut her off with a raised eyebrow.

“I promise I won’t bite,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Unless you want me to.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She slid into the passenger seat, rolling her eyes as she buckled up. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s why you like me.” He winked, his grin still wide. “But seriously, you up for a drive around the island?”

She shrugged, trying to seem casual, though she felt a bit of a flutter in her stomach. “Sure. Why not? What else is there to do around here?”

Rafe nodded approvingly as he shifted the car into gear, and they were off, the soft hum of the engine the only sound for a while.

The drive was slow at first, the cool breeze from the windows mixing with the music playing softly in the background. Y/N looked out the window at the familiar sights of the Outer Banks—everything she’d grown up with, but somehow different tonight. 

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, trying to ease the silence. “You just wanted to drive around and look at the stars?”

“Nah.” Rafe chuckled, his eyes glinting as he focused on the road. “I thought maybe you could use a little excitement. Besides, I thought you might want to take a break from the whole Pogue routine for a change.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying the Pogues are boring?”

“Not boring,” he said, his voice turning mock serious. “Just predictable. Plus, it’s nice to hang out with someone who doesn’t have the same baggage as the rest of them.”

Y/N considered this for a moment, then shrugged. “Fair point. But we all have our baggage, don’t we?”

Rafe glanced at her, a flicker of something in his eyes. “True,” he agreed quietly. “But I think you’re a little more... chill about it than the others.”

“Maybe.” She let out a soft laugh, feeling the tension between them lighten just a bit. “I’m just used to it by now. Besides, everyone’s got their own mess to deal with.”

Rafe nodded, his gaze on the road as they sped through the dark, but Y/N could sense that he was thinking about something deeper, something personal. The moment was quiet, comfortable in its own way, until he spoke again, his tone a little more vulnerable this time.

“Do you ever think about what happens after we graduate? What’s next?”

Y/N turned toward him, surprised by the question. It was a conversation she wasn’t prepared to have, but it felt oddly important.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I think about it all the time. Like, what’s out there beyond this island? But then I remember that I don’t really know if I’m ready to leave.”

Rafe’s lips quirked into a soft smile, but his eyes were faraway, distant. “I get that. For me, though, it’s... it’s more about living up to what my family expects. You know?”

Y/N nodded, even though she wasn’t sure she understood completely. But she could sense the pressure in his words, the weight of his own struggles. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I can imagine that.”

The car fell into silence for a while as Rafe focused on the road, and Y/N sat back, thinking about everything he’d just said. For a moment, the world felt smaller, simpler—just the two of them driving through the night, talking about things they didn’t normally share.

The car pulled into a secluded spot near the beach, the wheels crunching softly against the gravel as Rafe parked. For a moment, the only sounds were the hum of the engine winding down and the waves crashing against the shore.

Y/N looked out the window, feeling the familiar pull of the ocean, but also the strange quietness that accompanied being out here at this hour. She wasn’t sure what Rafe had in mind, but she wasn’t complaining. The night felt open, full of possibilities.

“Come on.” Rafe slid out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him, and walked over to the trunk, pulling out two surfboards.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What are you, some kind of surfing guru now?” she called out, a teasing smile spreading across her face. 

Rafe turned to face her with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. “I’ve been doing this for years. Figured I’d teach you a thing or two.” He tossed one of the boards toward her, and she caught it easily, though the weight of it surprised her a little.

She shot him a skeptical look, but as usual, Rafe wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. 

“JJ tried to teach me when I was younger,” she said, stepping out of the car and slinging the surfboard over her shoulder. “Let’s just say it didn’t go well.”

Rafe’s smirk widened. “What happened? He let you fall off on purpose?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “Something like that. He never really took it seriously.”

“Well, I’m serious,” Rafe said, his tone suddenly more intense, though his smile remained. “And maybe you’ll have a better chance with me. Who knows?”

Y/N laughed softly, her thoughts momentarily drifting to JJ and the way things had shifted between them recently. After she left his home the night of Luke’s outburst things went back to normal quickly and that night was never brought up again. The pogues never changed, with Pope worrying about his summer reading and John B disappearing for hours citing a mystery that needs solving as a reason. JJ’s tour guide business was booming and he went back to eyeing Kie at group hangouts. This combination left Y/N wanting to see the group less and less. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside for now. 

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, setting her board down on the sand. “We just gonna swim out and start paddling like a couple of idiots?”

Rafe snorted. “Pretty much. But you’ve gotta get the basics down first, and then we’ll take it from there.”

She turned to face him, eyeing the water in front of them. It looked calm enough, but she knew how deceptive the ocean could be. Still, the thought of being out there with Rafe, even with the awkwardness she sometimes felt around him, was strangely comforting.

They waded into the water, the cold ocean waves crashing around their ankles, and Y/N tried to keep her balance as she adjusted the surfboard beneath her feet. 

“You remember the basics?” Rafe asked, his voice quieter now, as though he was assessing her readiness.

Y/N nodded, though she didn’t feel particularly confident. “I remember enough to fall flat on my face.”

Rafe chuckled, stepping up beside her. “Don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

There was something in his voice that made her look at him, really look at him, for the first time in a while. His demeanor wasn’t just cocky—it was calm, almost protective. And for a moment, Y/N felt the weight of the night and the change in their relationship.

“I’m not a total beginner, you know,” she said, trying to hide the sudden feeling of vulnerability. “I’ll probably wipe out once or twice, but I’ll figure it out.”

Rafe shot her a sidelong glance. “I’m not worried. You’ve got a good attitude. You’ll get it.”

He stood beside her, both of them paddling out toward the deeper water. The quiet was nice, just the sound of their boards slicing through the water and the rhythmic rush of the ocean around them. 

As they reached the spot where the waves began to form, Rafe turned to her, his expression serious. “Okay, Y/N. I’m gonna have you paddle and pop up at the same time. It’s all about timing.” 

Y/N nodded, already feeling a little nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she trusted Rafe, even if she didn’t fully understand why. She had a feeling he was trying to teach her more than just surfing. But she wasn’t going to think too hard about that right now.

“Ready?” Rafe asked, his gaze meeting hers. There was something reassuring in his eyes, though it was quickly masked by his usual cocky grin. 

“Yeah,” she said, nodding again. “Let’s do it.”

He paddled toward the first incoming wave, signaling her to follow suit. The water seemed to move with a kind of rhythm, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself getting caught up in it, the tension in her body releasing as she focused on the task at hand. The world outside of them—the drama, the confusion with JJ, everything—seemed to blur. All that mattered was the wave in front of her.

“Don’t forget the pop-up!” Rafe’s voice cut through the night, just as she felt the first wave start to pull her forward. She barely managed to push herself up onto the board, her body feeling stiff as she tried to find her balance. 

For a second, she was standing, and she thought maybe this was going to work. But just as quickly, she lost her balance and crashed down into the water with a loud splash.

She resurfaced, laughing at herself. “Well, that didn’t work.”

Rafe was already paddling back toward her, grinning. “Don’t worry, that’s the first try. You’re getting the hang of it.”

Y/N wiped water from her eyes, giving him an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “If you say so. You should’ve seen the way JJ taught me. At least I’m not face planting into the sand.”

Rafe laughed, his voice warmer than she expected. “Hey, you’re doing better than I thought you would.”

Y/N smiled, feeling more at ease than she had in a while. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t caught up in her head about JJ or the others. She was just... here, with Rafe. 

They tried again, and though Y/N wiped out once more, the sense of accomplishment from even attempting it felt good. Rafe stayed close, offering tips and words of encouragement that felt different from what she’d gotten in the past.

“Want to try again?” he asked, his voice softer this time, more serious than before. There was something in the way he looked at her, something almost protective, like he wanted her to succeed, not just because of surfing, but because he genuinely cared.

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

They spent the next hour on the water, laughing, talking, and occasionally falling, but each time, she felt herself getting a little better, a little more comfortable. Rafe didn’t push too hard, but he kept her focused, making sure she understood the mechanics of it.

By the time they made their way back to the beach, Y/N felt like she’d learned something more than just surfing. Maybe it was the way Rafe had opened up, or maybe it was the shared experience of being out there at night, away from everything. Either way, she knew that things were changing between them.

And though she didn’t realize it yet, Rafe was beginning to feel something too. But that was a thought he wasn’t ready to confront—at least not tonight.

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Y/N flopped down onto the sand, stretching out her legs and feeling the coolness of the sand seep through her damp clothes. She let out a contented sigh, her heart still racing from the thrill of the waves. Rafe dropped down beside her with a light thud, wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.

“Okay, not gonna lie, I was expecting a lot more flailing,” Rafe teased, leaning back on his elbows and looking over at her. “I’m impressed. You only wiped out... what, three times?”

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Excuse me? It was four. I’m counting the time I almost stayed on, but then I hit that stupid wave and face-planted.”

Rafe chuckled, his usual confident grin slipping into something more genuine. “Well, in that case, you deserve an award for ‘Most Improved.’ From barely standing to almost staying on? That’s basically a pro.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Oh, sure. ‘Most Improved.’ What’s next? ‘Most Likely to Get Pushed into the Water by Rafe?’”

“Now that would be an award you’d win,” Rafe quipped, his grin widening. “But you have to admit, you’ve come a long way from your first wave.”

Y/N groaned at the memory. “Ugh, don’t remind me. JJ was a terrible teacher. It was just ‘don’t fall,’ ‘good luck,’ and ‘try not to drown.’ He might as well have handed me a board and told me to figure it out myself.”

Rafe let out a soft laugh, but his eyes softened a little. “Well, you didn’t drown. That’s something. You might’ve had a few wipeouts, but hey, that’s surfing.”

Y/N gave him a sidelong glance. “You say that like you didn’t totally bail on that last wave too.”

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, that was just an elaborate move to give you more space to shine. Didn’t want to make it too obvious I was carrying you through the session.”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, so now I’m ‘shining,’ huh? I thought I was the one struggling to stay upright.”

Rafe’s grin was playful, teasing her. “Well, you were struggling. But I like to think I was a good influence on your, uh, form. You should be thanking me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, though her voice was warm. “I’ll put it on my ‘thank you’ list. Right after thanking JJ for almost making me break my neck out there.”

“See? If you’d just let me teach you from the start, you wouldn’t have needed to almost break anything,” Rafe shot back with a raised eyebrow, a little spark of humor in his eyes. “We could’ve avoided all the drama.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Sure, next time I’ll take you up on that offer. But for now, let’s just pretend you didn’t totally bail in front of me.”

“Only because I didn’t want to make you feel bad about your wipeouts,” Rafe said with a smirk, nudging her with his shoulder. “You know, being a good friend and all.”

Y/N scoffed, nudging him back. “Uh-huh. Sure, let’s stick with that story. So, what else do you teach, besides making excuses for bad surfing?”

Rafe’s eyes flickered with amusement, but then, for a moment, his expression softened. He leaned back, staring out at the water, his tone shifting slightly.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect to be out here tonight. It feels good, though... getting away from everything.”

Y/N noticed the change in his voice but didn’t push it. Instead, she gave him a teasing grin. “What, the great expectations of your perfect life getting to you?”

He shot her a quick glance, a mix of amusement and something else she couldn’t quite place. “Something like that. It’s just... a lot. You know, with grade 12 and all that comes with it. I can’t even think straight sometimes. University stuff, family, the whole ‘do everything perfectly’ thing.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had it all figured out. You’re the guy everyone looks up to, right?”

Rafe scoffed lightly. “Yeah, right. I’m just really good at pretending I have it together.”

“Seems to be working for you,” Y/N said with a grin, nudging him again. “You’ve got that ‘I’m a cool, chill guy who doesn’t care about anything’ vibe down.”

He laughed at that, but it was quieter, less confident than usual. “Guess I’m really good at that too. But... the truth is, I don’t feel that way a lot. Like, I feel like everyone’s counting on me to know what comes next, and I don’t.”

Y/N paused, her playful grin faltering for a moment. “You mean... your family’s putting pressure on you?”

Rafe��s gaze flickered to the horizon, his expression distant for a moment. “Yeah. They have their whole life planned out for me. The best schools, the right job, the perfect future. It’s like... I’m supposed to fit into this box they’ve already decided for me, and I’m not even sure it’s the one I want.”

Y/N shifted, sitting up straighter as she looked at him, her teasing smile fading into something more thoughtful. “That’s... a lot to deal with,” she said quietly, her voice softening. “I mean, I get it. Parents want the best for you, but they don’t always get to decide what’s best for you, you know?”

Rafe gave her a dry laugh, glancing sideways at her. “Yeah, that’s the problem. I don’t know what I want. It’s like, the more I think about it, the more it feels like I’m just... following a script. I don’t even know who I am outside of what they expect from me.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought before she gave him a gentle, almost teasing smile. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t know what I want either. I think the whole world’s just kind of... winging it, you know? Maybe that’s the point. Not everything needs to be figured out right now.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. “You don’t know either?”

She shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips. “I’m not pretending to have it all together. Who does? I’m just... trying to figure it out day by day. And honestly, I think you’ll get there. I mean, yeah, your family’s expectations suck, but they don’t have to define what you’re capable of. If you want to follow your own path, you can.”

He looked at her with a slightly skeptical look, then shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”

Y/N leaned back on her elbows, looking out at the waves, her voice more serious now. “No, it’s not. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible. You’re not stuck with whatever they decide for you. You’re still young, you still have time to figure out who you are and what you want. It might take a while, and that’s okay.”

Rafe absorbed her words, his gaze still distant but a little less guarded now. “Yeah... I guess you're right. It's just hard to shake that feeling, like I'm already behind, you know? Like everyone else has it figured out.”

Y/N gave him a wry smile, nudging him with her foot. “You’re not behind. You’re just... not living in anyone else’s idea of what your life should be. That’s actually pretty damn impressive.”

Rafe snorted, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a half-smile. “Impressive, huh?”

“Yeah. Seriously. Not everyone can walk away from a path that’s already paved for them. Takes guts,” she said with a grin. “And maybe the fact that you’re thinking about it at all means you’re already ahead of the game. Everyone else is just... stuck in their little boxes.”

Rafe let out a long breath, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re way more insightful than I give you credit for.”

Y/N shrugged, still smirking. “It’s what I do. But, seriously, Rafe... don’t let anyone else decide for you. If you need to figure it out on your own, take the time. You’re allowed to take the time.”

He looked at her for a moment, clearly processing her words. “Thanks, Y/N. I needed to hear that.”

Y/N smiled back, her voice softening again. “Anytime. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

Rafe nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. “I appreciate it. More than you know.”

She leaned back, turning her attention back to the ocean. “Well, if you’re ever in doubt, just remember: I’m always around to tell you how awesome you are... even if you do try to bail on waves every now and then.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, now we’re back to you being a smartass. Much better.”

Y/N grinned, glad to see him lightening up again. “Hey, someone’s got to keep you in check.”

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A few days later, y/n found herself in the usual chaos of the Pogues. They gathered in the backyard of the Chateau, the soft hum of late-night music mixing with the sound of laughter and bickering for the first time since the bonfire. Everyone seemed to be in their element—JJ and Pope were in the middle of some heated debate about which local spot had the best surf conditions, Kie was perched on the porch railing, her legs swinging as she poked fun at them, and John B was sprawled across a lounge chair, half asleep, a grin on his face.

It was the same scene as any other night.

Except, for Y/N, it felt different tonight. She felt a strange detachment, like she was watching from the outside, looking in. Sure, she was there with them, part of the group, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t belong. The conversations felt more distant, the jokes falling flat in her mind. She realized, with a sharp pang in her chest, how much things had shifted.

There was a time when she could dive into the banter, effortlessly teasing JJ or playfully arguing with Pope about anything. But now? She felt like an intruder. She couldn’t even remember the last time JJ had cracked a joke at her expense or dragged her into one of his pointless arguments. Instead, he was laughing with Kie, his attention entirely elsewhere.

The emptiness she felt was palpable. She hadn’t been able to talk to him properly in weeks, not since everything had gotten so complicated between them. And now, when they were together, it felt as though they were both just pretending. Pretending to be okay, pretending to be friends, pretending that things weren’t hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.

The warmth of the fire pit did little to ease her discomfort as she scanned the group. They all seemed so... effortless. So natural with each other. She used to feel like she was part of that flow. But now, more than ever, Y/N felt like a ghost in the background.

She found herself looking for a way out, a way to get some space from the group, but before she could move, JJ caught her eye. He was laughing about something Pope had said, his gaze meeting hers briefly before his expression faltered. He didn’t smile at her, didn’t make a sarcastic remark like he usually would. He just... looked away.

That was it. That small action sent a wave of frustration crashing over Y/N. He hadn’t even tried to make her feel like she was still there, still part of their tight-knit group. He’d been avoiding her, sure, but now it felt like he wasn’t even trying anymore.

“Everything okay?” Kie asked softly from beside her, breaking her train of thought. She had a way of reading Y/N, always able to tell when something was off.

Y/N forced a smile, but it felt weak. “Yeah, just... tired,” she said, but Kie wasn’t fooled.

“You sure?” she pressed, eyes narrowing with concern.

“I’m fine,” Y/N replied quickly, but her voice lacked the conviction she had hoped it would carry. She just didn’t know how to explain it, not without diving into a conversation that she wasn’t sure she was ready to have yet.

Kie, still watching her with a skeptical look, didn’t press further, but Y/N could feel the unspoken question between them. Was it about JJ? Was it about the way he’d been pulling away from her? Or was it about something deeper that even she didn’t want to admit to herself?

The moment stretched too long, and Y/N, desperate to break the silence, stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off her jeans. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” she muttered, before walking away without waiting for a response.

The air by the dock was cooler, a sharp contrast to the heat of the fire pit. She walked aimlessly around the yard, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind. It felt like everything was unraveling, and she had no control over any of it.

Before she knew it, JJ was behind her, his footsteps quick and urgent as he caught up. “Hey,” he said softly, the warmth of his voice a stark contrast to the tension she felt. “You good?”

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to tell him everything, to scream and throw all her emotions at him, but instead, she held back. She didn’t want to be the one to make the first move, not anymore.

“I’m fine,” she said again, but this time, her words felt hollow.

JJ didn’t buy it. “You’re not fine, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Y/N wanted to ignore him, to walk away, but the words had already started spilling out before she could stop them. “What’s going on? Really, JJ? You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks. You’ve been so distant. I feel like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

He flinched at her words, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about? We’ve been hanging out. We’re all good, right?”

“Are we?” Y/N shot back, the hurt bleeding into her voice. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way. We went from spending every minute together to barely seeing each other. You don’t even try to talk to me anymore, and when you do, it’s like you’re doing it out of obligation.”

JJ’s expression flickered, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer to her. He had a way of getting in her space, of making her feel like his presence was a force she couldn’t escape, even when she wanted to.

“You think I’m doing this on purpose? You think I want things to be like this?” His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, a mix of frustration and guilt.

Y/N shook her head, her chest tightening with every word she spoke. “I don’t know, JJ. I don’t know what you want from me anymore. You’ve got this whole life that’s just... different from mine, and you’re pushing me out. You don’t get it.”

For a moment, JJ just stood there, his eyes scanning her face, as if trying to figure out what she meant. “So, what? You’re mad at me because I’ve been focused on other things?”

Y/N’s frustration boiled over. “I’m not mad, JJ. I’m just... tired. Tired of trying to hold onto something that isn’t there anymore.”

The silence stretched out between them. JJ opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Y/N blurted out the words she’d been holding back for far too long.

“I love you, okay? I love you, and it’s breaking me that you can’t see me anymore. I used to be your best friend, JJ. But now? I’m just someone you pass by when it’s convenient.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment, JJ didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at her, his face a mixture of surprise and something else—something she couldn’t name.

And then, without a word, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing against her arm, pulling her gently toward him. She could feel his breath against her skin, his body close enough that it should have felt comforting, but instead, it felt like an intrusion.

His lips hovered near hers, but there was no fire in his touch. No spark of longing. Just... guilt. Obligation.

Y/N pulled away quickly, her heart racing. “Don’t,” she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling. “Don’t do that. Don’t kiss me because you feel sorry for me.”

JJ’s eyes hardened, his jaw clenching as he stepped back. “You think I’m just pitying you?” he spat, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “You think I’m that much of an asshole?”

“I don’t know what you are anymore,” Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m done trying to make sense of this. You don’t get to just kiss me when you feel like it and then ignore me when it’s convenient. I deserve more than that, JJ.”

He took a step back, his face dark with fury. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N. I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m done with this.”

Y/N stood there, chest heaving, as JJ stormed off, his steps heavy against the grass. The door slammed behind him, leaving Y/N standing alone, her words still echoing in the silence.

She had said it. She had finally said it. And now, there was nothing left to do but walk away.

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Next up: the scene that inspired this fic

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Taglist:

@hockeybabe87 , @idiotussupremus , @certifiedhaters , @oatmealisweird, @sluggmuffin

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A/N: I wrote this chapter last night at 2 then woke up and read through it with the shocked pikachu face

[im-just-daria]

In The Dark Part 2

The Jackal x Reader

Fandom: The Day of The Jackal

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You finally make it to Munich.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and dead bodies, threats, stalking, just the usual assassin stuff.

A/N: I know it took me some time. Enjoy the second part :) Feedback is most appreciated, as well as any mistakes you see <3

Tag: @spiderstyles04 tagged as requested <3

Your eyes shot open as the alarm on your nightstand rang loudly. With a heavy sigh, you tapped your phone to stop the ringing and rubbed your eyes as you stretched under the covers of your warm bedsheets. It took you five seconds to remember why on earth you set that alarm in the first place. Today is the first day of juggling full-time pub work and helping a criminal impersonate some German janitor to do whatever he needed. You certainly didn't want to know more than is necessary for two simple reasons- in case you ever get taken by police, the less you know, the better, and because you weren't sure how well you would cope with the fact that you possibly helped someone in murder.

Your feet touched the cold floor, and you walked to a chair by your desk with more clothes on it than in your wardrobe. You put on a sweater from the pile of clothes and walked to the bathroom. As you were sitting on the toilet, your mind started to replay last night's events. You were surprised at how calm you were; it was actually concerning. 'Wow, my moral compass is so off', you thought as you wiped yourself and stood up. While washing your hands, you suddenly remembered something from yesterday that had escaped your memory. You opened the drawer under the sink and saw the nail scissors still missing; the corners of your mouth moved slightly upwards. You made your way to the kitchen and found the piece of paper with the phone number the man gave you yesterday. You debated whether to text him or not ' I mean, the guy has a gun and knows all your personal details, but at the same time, I do have some questions.'

You bit your bottom lid as you finally decided to pick up your phone. You typed in the number and texted;

"Do I keep the receipts?" you asked, putting down your phone as you wanted to start your breakfast. You hadn't expected him to reply within five seconds. 'Does he not have a life?' you thought with a frown.

''Yes''

''Do I use only cash, or can I use my card?''

''Cash''

''Do you have any allergies? The prosthetic glue sometimes causes a rash:/''

'Fuck', You scolded yourself. You were one of these people who use emojis religiously, so your muscle memory just put it in the message. 'Fucking hell (Y/N), it is a random man who hired you to help him commit international crimes, and you threw in a frowning emoji'.

''No allergies, cash only, go to only bigger stores where it's relatively anonymous, try to blend in, lie if someone asks what it's for. Anything else?'

You felt the passive aggressiveness radiating from the message, but you just couldn't help yourself. There was something so satisfying about annoying this man.

''You didn't give me back my nail scissors.''

He didn't reply immediately, like with the rest of the messages, and honestly, you thought he would just ignore you. You put down your phone and turned on the kettle on your kitchen counter. You heard the notification sound of your phone. You almost sprinted to the phone.

''I will add 5 £ to the overall payment'' You smiled. 'Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it' You lost the battle with your self-restraint.

''But the good ones cost 10 £.''

''You remember I have a gun, right? Do not text or call this number unless it is important, or you will make it from Germany in a body bag. Now delete all the texts.''

'Fine', you thought to yourself as you put down your phone and got ready for your day.

Your shoulder started to hurt from all the supplies in your bag. 'Now I understand the need for backpacks'. Since you haven't seen his face, you weren't really sure what colours of foundations and powders to buy, so you got a few just in case. After all, your life pretty much depends on how well you execute this. As you passed through Vauxhall to get to Waterloo, you glanced at MI6 headquarters and wondered how much they didn't know. I mean, here you are on the pavement across the river carrying supplies necessary for international crime. 'Is it really that easy?' you thought to yourself.

The rest of the week passed by really quickly. If you weren't working, you were working on the prosthetic; if you weren't working on the prosthetic, you were trying to sleep, eat, get groceries or clean the house. Your back was killing you from being constantly hunched over your desk. 'I have absolutely no idea how single mothers exist.' you thought as you tried to stretch in your chair. The whole face prosthetic was done, as well as the wig; you were just finishing up the facial hair when you heard the knock on the door. You weren't expecting anyone, and you didn't order anything. A wave of uneasiness washed over you. You grabbed a scalpel from the desk you used to cut through fake skin and hid it behind your back. You approached the door and looked through the peephole. A delivery man was standing on the other side holding a bouquet of flowers. Now you were nervous; your love life was non-existent, so there wasn't a single person who could send you those. You opened a door hesitantly; you half expected the man to pull out a knife or barge in through the apartment. Instead, he just smiled and asked,'' Miss (Y/L/N)?''

You stuttered ''Y-yes''.

"These are for you." He handed you a bouquet of flowers and an envelope. At first, you simply stared at him, still expecting him to pull out a weapon, but he didn't. You extended your arm and slowly grabbed the flowers and the envelope. You felt sorry for the delivery man. He looked so confused. You looked like grabbing those flowers was a life sentence, and your heavy breathing certainly didn't help.

''Um, have a nice day,'' he said hesitantly and left.

''You too!'' You said a bit too loudly as he was almost out of your sight.

You closed the door and locked it. Making your way to the kitchen, you set the flowers on the counter and opened the envelope.

IN Saturday 19th of April 19.25 RyanAir Stansted-Munich.

OUT Sunday 20th of April 22.45 RyanAir Munich-Stansted.

Premier Inn Munchen Messe Hotel Munchener Str.

Use your card; put everything necessary in the check-in bag. When you get to the hotel, send a text message. You will receive further instructions once you arrive. Don't do anything stupid, or these will be your funeral flowers.

You pulled out your phone and booked all flights and the hotel as the note instructed. The hotel itself was on the outskirts of Munich. You knew you would have to call in sick tomorrow to make this flight. Once all the bookings were confirmed, you ripped the note and flushed it down the toilet. While making your way to the desk, your eyes fell on the flowers you left on the counter. Your lips twitched upwards as you approached them. They were really beautiful. You filled a vase with water and smelled the bouquet before putting it in the glass. You moved them to the living room so they could get some sunlight. You were determined to keep them alive as long as possible. You let out a laugh as you realised that the first flowers you have ever received from a man were from a criminal who attached a note with a death threat. You made your way to the bedroom and finished the prosthetic for tomorrow. As you were packing and preparing, a shadow of a smile still danced on your lips.

The flight was as stressful as you thought it would be. You were sure you looked suspicious because every few seconds, you looked around, scouting the airport for security and police. You tried telling yourself that you had absolutely nothing illegal in the suitcase, which was true after all. Make-up artists travel daily with tons of stuff like yours and don't get stopped by border control. You finally reached the hotel, paid the taxi driver, and entered the Premier Inn. You approached the lady at reception, who smiled at you.

''Hi, I have a booking for (Y/N) (Y/L/N), 1 night'' You tried to calm your nerves and keep a relatively neutral face as you handed her your passport.

"Of course," she replied and started clicking on her computer. "Right, here is your key and a letter from your fiance."

You grabbed both items as well as your passport, to be honest; after the flowers, you expected him to pull some shit like this. 'What a psychopath, he really is enjoying this, isn't he? At least now I know he won't break into my room at night.'

''Thank you,'' you replied to the receptionist and made your way to the room. You only wanted to shower and eat, but you knew the envelope was a priority.

You left your bag on the floor, took off your jacket and left it on a chair. Leaning against the desk, you opened the letter.

16.00 Ludwig-Thomas-StraSe 27: The doors downstairs and upstairs will be open. Do not knock; just come in. Wear something with a hood, and make sure your hair isn't visible. Take everything with you; you will go straight to the airport.

Walk, do not use public transport. And try not to look suspicious; you already did a shit job at that at the airport.

''What the actual fuck?'' you actually said it out loud. Was he actually following you at the airport? You shook your head and exhaled deeply. ''This is a fucking joke''. You let out a dry laugh and decided to have a shower and sleep. A realisation hit you as you stood in a bathroom, about to undress. What if he had cameras in your room? A part of you- the logical part- wouldn't be surprised if he had cameras here and in your apartment. But the other part -the weird, unhinged, delusional part- tells you he isn't that type of guy. ''Jesus Christ (Y/N), you don't know that man,'' you scolded yourself and got undressed. It was a very brief and quick shower. Once you got into bed, you closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep. Fifteen minutes into your failed attempts at falling asleep, a phone rang; you immediately recognised the number, and your heart stopped. You accepted the call and said shakingly. ''Y-Yes?''

"Didn't you forget something?" You almost forgot how he sounded. It's been over a week, after all. His voice was calm and smooth, with a British accent dominating his pronunciation. You mentally checked everything you brought with you, nothing coming to your mi- ''Fuck I am so sorry, I forgot to text you when I got here,'' You said quickly.

''I need to know you are making your locations on time; I won't always have a way to track your phone.''

'Oh my God, ' you thought. So, this isn't a one-time thing.

"Um, yeah, that's fair. I have a question, though, and it is rather important," you said, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

''Make it quick; I don't have time.''

''That's what she said,'' you whispered timidly, immediately regretting the words as they left your mouth. 'That's it. He is gonna hang up now; great fucking job (Y/N).'

Instead, you heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone. You suddenly felt proud of yourself, and involuntarily, your mouth formed into a smile.

''What's the question (Y/N)'' He said in much lighter tone. You felt a bit more confident now, knowing that he actually found you funny.

''Do you have any cameras in my apartment or the hotel room?''

You could almost hear the confusion in his voice ''No.''

''Okay, that's good, yeah, okay,'' you exhaled, and a silence followed.

''Anything else?''

Once again, you lost the inner battle with your self-restraint and grinned as you tried to put in your most seductive voice.

"So," you said, taking a pause. "What are you wearing?" You honestly thought he had just hung up. After about ten seconds, as you were about to check the phone screen, he simply replied, "Good night (Y/N)."

Little did you know, a smile adorned his face as he hung up the phone. A smile that hasn't visited his face in years.

The next day, you checked out of the hotel at 11 in the morning and made your way to a cafe. You had 5 hours before you had to be at the location given to you. You tried to focus on a book you took with you, but after rereading the same page four times, you gave up. You ate your food and drank your coffee before going for a little walk. You really needed to calm down. Munich was much warmer than you thought, you decided to see the city centre rather than sit in one cafe for 5 hours. As it was getting closer to 4 pm, you started to make your way to the address. You followed Google Maps as you saw the right flat complex. The man didn't lie; the doors were open downstairs. You made your way up the stairs, looking for number 27. Your heart started racing as you stood in front of it. 'Just go in. You are wasting time.' You stood outside for the next two minutes before reaching the door handle. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway; you were immediately met with a familiar face you saw 10 days ago; however, this time... it wasn't in the dark.

You knew already he was tall; his face perfectly reflected his usual voice, emotionless, graceful, calculated and confident. Freckles were scattered across his clear skin, and his ginger hair was messy, but somehow, it fit him perfectly. His green eyes were focused on yours. He was leaning against a wall with his arms folded. You closed the door behind me, not sure what to say. He beat you to the greetings.

''Lingering outside someone's door for 3 minutes is rather suspicious, don't you think?'' His eyebrows raised as the sentence left his mouth.

You just stared at him, ''Yeah, um, yeah, it is, and you told me not to be suspicious.''

'Yes, I did'' He said seriously.

You tried your best to lighten the mood ''Soooo, do I get the house tour?''

''No, the bathroom is on the left. Go there and don't leave; set up everything you need.''

''What, is there like a body in here?'' You said jokingly and chuckled. You looked up at him to see his reaction. He just looked at you with a specific look that answered your question.

''Ohhh, okay''. You swallowed and made your way to the bathroom.

'Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic'.

The bathroom was small and didn't have much counter space. There was a chair and a stool. You opened your bag and set all prosthetics and the wig onto the sink counter; all make-up brushes, palettes, foundations, and powders were left on the chair. You turned around to grab a towel behind you when you were met with a familiar build. You gasped loudly, startled. How could he move so quietly?

"You can sit down if you want." He didn't reply; he simply took his place in a chair and looked at you expectingly.

It felt weird. Being cramped with a killer in a tiny bathroom, you wondered if the body lying somewhere in the house belonged to the man you would help him look like.

You began examining his face, your eyes tracing every curve of his face. His eyes never left yours; you guess he still doesn't trust you enough to be this close to you with his eyes closed.

"Your face has a rather unusual structure," your voice hitched as you realised how it sounded. "It's not an insult, just," you exhaled. ''Your eyes, sockets, and cheekbones are very hollow, but your lips are full. I will need to add some extra padding to make it look believable."Your hands were slightly shaking as you waited for his answer.

''Just do what you must. Be done by 8.30.''

You nodded.

His skin was unbelievably smooth, and his eyes still hadn't left yours, examining your every move. As you were working, you tried to explain everything you were doing. However, with the lack of his replies, you felt like you were just conversing with yourself instead.

After two hours of silence from his side, you opened your mouth but hesitated to say the sentence you wanted.

''Did you know that red hair and green eyes occur in only 0.14% of people on the planet?'' Once again, you expected silence, but he replied simply ''Yes''. Well, it's better than silence.

''How did you know?'' You asked, trying to hold the conversation.

''How did you?'' You sighed.

''I asked first.'' It was a childish answer, but a small smile played on your lips.

''My friend told me years ago,'' He said hesitantly.

''That's nice; I learned that in school during make-up classes in my first year,'' you replied calmly, suddenly feeling at ease.

''Did you like them?''

You were taken aback by his question. ''The classes?'' Still in disbelief, he showed interest.

He simply nodded.

''I did; I always found it relaxing; it's like painting or drawing for other people.''

You decided to take advantage of his sudden talkativeness.

''I probably need a name for you, a fake one. I really don't mind; I just can't refer to you in my mind as 'him'.

His lips twitched, and he said, '' And just how often do you refer to me in your mind?'' You stopped all your movement and averted your eyes from his wig hairline you were just fixing to look at into eyes.

You opened your mouth in shock and said lightly, chuckling, ''Did you just make a flirtatious joke?''

''Don't get used to it,'' He said as you added finishing touches to his appearance. His whole demeanour is changed. He seems more relaxed, and his eyes don't seem so controlling. He also didn't flinch every time you touched his face without warning.

''Let's go with Charles.''

You hummed ''Fine by me,''

''Right, all done.'' You said proudly as you stepped back, allowing him to stand up and examine your work in the mirror. You personally thought you had outdone yourself. Maybe the overhanging thought of death if you fuck up had something to do with it, or perhaps you are just that good.

''This is incredible,'' he said, not taking his eyes off his reflection.

Somehow, his praise meant more to you than any compliment you've ever heard from your teachers. 'Yeah, because whether you live or die depends on this,' you explained to yourself, not even allowing yourself to think of any other reason.

''You have a plane to catch; you should go,'' He said, finally averting his eyes from the mirror towards you.

''Yeah, you are right, I'm just gonna pack up. Um, here is a glue dissolver and a brush. Don't rip it, or your face will flare up; ginger people have a lower impact tolerance, so um yeah,'' You said, trying to hold eye contact, but halfway through the sentence, you lost confidence. You simply handed him the bottle and started packing your things. As you were about to grab the door handle, you turned towards him. He was leaning on the same spot on the wall as when you walked in, and you stood in the same place as before. Except this time, the man looked nothing like himself.

''I will transfer the money tomorrow,'' he said once again emotionless.

''Okay'' As you grabbed the handle, you smiled and turned back to him. ''I just want to let you know that I had so many urges to say ginger jokes today, but I didn't, and I think you should know that and appreciate it.''

He stood there like a statue, motionless. After a few seconds, he smiled and walked away.

''Just go home (Y/N).''

You high-fived yourself mentally. Annoying this man was fun, but seeing him smile is even better.

You left the apartment smiling, not worrying about looking suspicious.

[diamantdog]

Sorry, but I'm gonna need "The Acolyte" fans to stop feeling defeated at Manny's post. Like, it may not mean anything negative? I mean, his single ❤️ emoji? That's his thing! Just go through his past IG posts and you will know that he has the tendency to use emojis (without any words) as captions, especially the ❤️ emoji, which he also used under the photos of him and his wife, Dianne. So, why does ❤️ suddenly mean it's over?

And even though he does mean that, why should we give up too? I know a lot of people have deleted Twitter, but we are still fighting there! Just want to let you know what's been happening:

The hashtags #RenewTheAcolyte and #SaveTheAcolyte have been trending for 4-5 days!

After the whole thing about the missing merchandise from the official Disney store, they have decided to restock! If anything, this is proof that they're watching!

Some big publications have written articles basically asking Disney & LucasFilm, "WTF ARE YOU DOING?" Please give them a click and share! Mashable: 'The Acolyte's cancellation is a huge mistake for Star Wars Empire: The Acolyte Deserved A Season 2 – And Star Wars Will Be Poorer Without It IndieWire: ‘The Acolyte’ Tried Something New. Its Cancellation Doesn’t Bode Well for the Future of ‘Star Wars' BuzzFeed: The Current TV Show Cancellation Model Is Broken — Here's Why It Desperately Needs To Be Fixed (also features "My Lady Jane")

The petition has gained 16k signatures (so far) in just 3 days! AND DID YOU KNOW?

SW incels & toxic fanboys have been trying to lower morale by saying this petition won't matter, but the truth is, they are SO AFRAID, that they made a counter petition! They created it because they wanted to show Acolyte's fans that there are more of them. But guess what? They have only gotten less than 1500 signs. (I won't put the link here. It's somewhere in the cesspool that is Twitter).

So, yeah. Please don't get easily disheartened <333 Rebellion is built on hope, etc. And once again, here's the link to the petition.

[yoon-kooks]

the airdrop incident | myg

🗿pairing: yoongi x reader

🗿genre: fluff, neighbor!au, f2l, childhood friends, best friend's brother

🗿summary: You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

🗿word count: 1k

a/n: yes this is for yoongi's bday and yes im 471298 years late🥹

An onlooker might be wondering why you’re standing outside your neighbor’s door at ass o’clock in nothing but an oversized tee, but the answer is simple. Mistakes were made. You’re an idiot.

But then he has the audacity to answer the door. “He” as in Min Yoongi, your childhood friend slash nemesis, the older brother of your best friend, or, in the simplest terms, your hot neighbor.

“Yes?” he raises a brow, staring at the way you’re shivering outside his door, the way your perky nipples are most definitely poking through your shirt. You’re sure he sees it all. But given the fact that he’s also seen you practically naked, you don’t even bother covering up. What’s the point?

“Did you, by chance, get an AirDrop like five minutes ago?” you get straight to the point. It’s fucking freezing, after all.

“Depends,” he hums, eyes still very much on your chest. You’re pretty sure he’s dating that pretty brunette you’ve seen sneaking in and out of his house lately, so why’s he looking at you like that? “What was the AirDrop?”

“A picture of me,” you mumble. It was freezing a minute ago, but now your face feels hot. That’s weird.

“Hmm, not sure if the one I’m thinking of is you or not.” The bastard puts on his most exaggerated thinking face—basically the thinking emoji with the hand on his chin. “What were you wearing?”

“Nothing!” you squeak at him. Both of you know no one fucking uses AirDrop except old people. He’s obviously playing dumb and knows what’s going on. He just wants to hear it from your mouth to make his ego bigger than it already is. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Pretty sure you were wearing something…” he furrows his brow, unlocking his phone to “confirm” what he saw. Like your favorite villain Swiper the Fox, you snatch the phone out of his hand. (He actually just hands it to you, but you like the Dora reference.) “Ah, yes. Black strappy lingerie, right? I didn’t know you were like that, Y/N.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you search for the pic in question. AirDrop must have its own stupid section on the phone because you can’t find it anywhere.

“Relax, I already deleted it,” he chuckles. You’re not falling for it. Surely he’s already leaked the photo on OnlyFans. You don’t have a whole lot of faith in Min Yoongi. He’s never been The Nice Guy. “Who were you trying to send it to?”

“None of your business.” He has a girlfriend, after all. Why should he care about who you’re sending those kinds of pics to?

“My sister?”

“Fine. Yes, her.”

“You’re sneaking around sending nudes to my sister? On AirDrop?” he narrows his eyes. Why does he seem more disgusted at the AirDrop part? You’d laugh if you weren’t so stressed. “She’s in a very committed relationship, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You don’t know what’s worse—him thinking you’re hitting on his sister aka your best friend, or admitting the pic was from a photoshoot for your new job. There are no winners here. Might as well come clean. “She requested the pic so she could show support for her lingerie model best friend.”

“My little Y/N grew up and became a lingerie model?” He tilts his head, intrigued. He might’ve deleted the pic from his phone, but you bet the image is still ingrained in that fuckboy head of his. You wonder how his girlfriend feels about him thinking about other girls in that context. You’d feel shitty. “In that case, I’d also like to show support. Mind if you send the pic ag—” 

You cut him off with a growl.

“I kid, I kid.” He waves his hands so you don’t pounce on him. But then something occurs to him. “Wait, so AirDropping it to me wasn’t ‘an accident’?” he asks with air quotes.

“No, it was a real accident, Yoongi,” you scoff. You can’t believe he thought you’d intentionally sent that pic to him. He’s so full of himself.

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Elaborate.”

“It would’ve been kinda cute if you did it to get my attention,” he shrugs. “Just like when we were younger. Remember how you’d always tug on my arm and pout until I acknowledged you?”

“No, but it’s kinda weird that you remember it.” You finally cross your arms in front of your chest. “It’s also kinda weird that you want my attention when that’s what your girlfriend is there for.”

“It’s kinda weird that you keep up with my love life and know I have a girlfriend,” he fires back at you. “I’m breaking up with her, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know.”

You pause the petty war for a second. Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend because you accidentally sent him one (1) risqué pic of yourself? To be fair, you do look pretty hot in that photo. But still! You’ve known the guy your entire life, and all it’s ever amounted to was banter with a hint of feelings on your end. You’d always assumed Yoongi thought of you as nothing more than his little sister’s friend. Surely he’s just toying with you right now. Because that’s what fuckboys do. 

That’s what Min Yoongis do.

“Good to know,” you nod, the cold breeze coming back. You better leave now before you do something stupid again. Stupid AirDrop. “Well, I’m gonna go now. It’s fucking cold.”

You drop his phone into his palm, your fingers grazing his in the process. They’re so warm. But your fluffy blanket is warmer. And it’d never betray you.

“Thanks for only being a slight dick about the pic,” you say, scurrying off to your doorstep.

“Anytime,” he smirks. Asshole. “I’ll AirDrop you later.”

“I don’t want your dick pics, sir.”

You hear his laugh before closing the door.

A minute later, you get an AirDrop of what you hope is not in fact a dick pic. You accept it immediately.

It’s a blurry selfie of him on his bed, flipping you off with an emphasis on how much extra mattress space he has. That has to be the quickest breakup of all time. They don’t call him a fuckboy for nothing. You shouldn't feel this tempted.

He accompanies the pic with one simple text:

Yoongi🗿 [2:03AM] “Your loss”

[jaxxsoxxn]

>> ELIMF SAYS HORN IT UP [gn!reader x elimf x odxny]

elimf uses he/him pronouns (bc im pretty sure he's referred to himself as a guy? but that's about all the reasoning), uses they/them for everyone else.

Probably ooc, im still figuring everyone out ;;

smth silly <3 I take requests if this barely existing fandom is alive

lowkey horny elimf for the duo, even if he doesn't realize it for the most part.

tw. drinking; irresponsible drinking especially; kind of dissociation but depends on how u look at it; elimf is technically having a bad fcking day even if it's not stated clearly.

im writing it at, like, 1am n i might not notice most of the uhhh writing errors.

___

El didn't smoke that much lately, but he was sipping lazily a beer while using only one hand to write back in the chatroom. He wasn't sure which beer was it, but he was pretty buzzed at this point.

"Elimf" looked at the words passing his screen with a small smirk. Thrim, bless them, gave them a year of peace. As they learned more and more, they finally decided to try to find them and ask them to join something a bit more like a social groupchat, still hidden from curious eyes if or when they wanted to brag about their possible hacks.

If you'd ask him before thrim, if he'd chat with incri or even wnpep out of his own will for simple fun after they're done, he'd laugh. Now here he was, sending a meme of a staring hamster after pep made the mistake of saying something vaguely sexual.

All he gets is the staring emoji.

He sits back in his chair, a low sound leaving it with the move, almost like a whine. After a few slow blinks and a deep sigh, he finally looks back at the screen.

thrim: lmao stare off, you got this elimf

He should go to sleep.

He should leave the chatting for later today, the clock on his laptop showing 2 AM.

Instead, he slides into thrim's dms, one simple message being sent before he closes his eyes and takes another sip.

He wishes he'd have something heavier to drink.

elimf: wanna have a drink with me?

thrim is writing...

It only takes one more sip for the bottle to be empty and, thus, useless. He hovers with his mouse on the text, asking himself if he'll delete the message, will thrim have enough brain in their head to not mention it. He's too late in the end.

thrim: I'd be down, as long as you're aware that od will be there somewhere in the back thrim: I mean, they'll probably hear us thrim: Just wanted you to know thrim: and also had to ask them if they're okay with it beforehand, so that's why it took a while for me to respond thrim: in case you were wondering

Talk about not carrying about double- or, well, quintuple texting. If that's a thing. If not, trust thrim to be the one to come up with it.

He calls without answering the texts, his finger slipping once while trying to do so. Maybe he's drunker than he thought he was. He doesn't disconnect.

"Hi there, elimf!"

The way their voice goes softer, slower around his "name" makes him chuckle. They were obviously trying their best at sounding it out. The idea of them trying it out beforehand made him a little heated.

"Just L's fine." he states, noting a green smudge in their background. "How's ya, thrim?"

He wants to stay silent and just watch them as time passes, he wants to reach for them and pull- their hair, their skin, the hoodie that's obviously not theirs, anything.

He tries to take another sip and grimaces when the empty bottle lightly hits his teeth, too light without any liquid. Furthermore, he lets it fall, ignoring the breaking glass as he reaches for another. Thrim doesn't seem to be good at following in his footsteps.

"You're alright?" they have a slight accent, something so soft that it's barely there. "Did the bottle break?"

There's music in his headphones. He doesn't remember when it was turned on, he cannot remember if it was playing before he called.

"Ya didn't answer me." he says it almost childishly, a stupid grin on his face. The green smudge in the back becomes more visible, the person stopping in their tracks.

"I'm alright, would be better if I'd know if you're good too."

He's staring, probably. He lets himself look down at the new bottle in his hand, before popping the top off with his teeth. As he does so, thrim holds a shot glass, already filled. The green wearing person has a fox mask on that looks like their emojis. They also have a shot glass in one hand and their other hand is patting thrim's shoulder.

He knows it's Od, he knows it so well it hurts, but all he can do is think about how much he wished it wouldn't be odxny themselves. How much easier would being jealous be if he wouldn't know them.

How much easier knowing who he was jealous of would be, too.

"Ya'r drinkin' with us, oddy? What a blessin'" his accent is getting the best of him, he should try to fight it a bit more.

He gets a delicate chuckle back, the mask lowering itself with their face, as Od shakes their head lightly at that. He wants to tear it off, he wants it to be an actual part of him.

He feels unreal, his mind is getting sharp even if his vision seems to be worse - there's an ache in his chest, almost like he's smoked too much-

"L? We're drinking or what?"

With the other voice joining in, he finally remembers to breath. He really shouldn't drink another.

"Of course, unless ya'r already chickenin' out." he slightly grimaces at those words, a pained laugh leaving his throat. "That was a bit too incy for me."

Wnpep would've tried to scold him, Incri would've thrown a fit - but the two just laugh with him, odxny lighter than thrim, but still easy to be heard.

As they raise their glasses, the masked one whispers something to thrim before downing their own. Thrim, stars above, Thrim puts their mouth around the rim of the glass and raise their head, letting their whole neck show and their Adam's apple show off its movement. Two swallows is all it takes, before they whip their head back and lay the glass back down.

He wants to scream, the bottle stopped halfway to his mouth, his other hand's nails biting into the skin on his left thigh.

Thrim outright laughs, their eyes squinted and their hair becoming even messier. Od rests their head in the place where the shoulder and the neck connect, an obvious smirk on their lips as they shake lightly with their own laughter.

He's bright red - he realizes, while blinking owlishly.

"You did this on purpose."

Thrim smirks at him, leaning back lightly. A tiny change, yet still a change. Whatever was the trap they laid down, he walked right into it.

"What can we say, we wanted to know if you'll like what you'll see half as much as we do."

He takes the sip he was meaning to before, his eyes following Od's hand, which was playing with Thrim's hair.

As another chuckle left them, thrim sent him a wink. He couldn't handle it.

He let himself disconnect, a smile on his lips as he stood away from the desk, moving the glass slowly with his bare foot to the side, so he wouldn't step on the bigger parts. A shower and a power nap sounds like a dream duo to him right now and those feelings? Those real feelings that he felt at the duo teasing? Well, those are for the rare sober elimf, thank the stars.

[yanxidarlings]

what r u working on rn bro how many requests u got

i honestly keep getting distracted by other fandoms 💀 but rn i have a few things in the drafts such as an aph axis ask from a few years ago i really need to finish (finished writing it then made the mistake of using emoji's in the tags which deleted my unsaved progress), just some general poly slytherin still thinkin of a topic, the theos™ with an oblivious darling (might try and get to this done soon as an experiment with one shots instead of just headcanons), aph romano and prussia sharing and aph russia, belarus and ukraine sharing.

as for my actual requests, hooo boy, i did go through and remove some of the asks i know im never getting to but here is a summary of the rest sorted by fandom. so to answer the actual question i have 32 requests give or take

HETALIA

axis: blind and deaf, oblivious

misc: poor, spouse, potus, communist, hate

vs: austria and germany

general: japan, france, england, canada, austria, china, spain, sweden, poland, latvia, belgium, hungary, vietnam

HARRY POTTER

poly: theo and tom, mattheo and enzo, the theo's finding out m darling is gay, the theo's forcing darling to become death eater, bully mattheo and draco, harry and mattheo

misc: slytherin and ravenclaws react to being darling's boggart

general: cedric, enzo with cruel darling, fleur with f slytherin darling

bot: tom riddle

THE WALKING DEAD

general: rick, merle, daryl, governer

this, on top of the mountains of ideas i have circulating in my head.

[dougiejack]

nico/jonas + boat

SO! What happened was, Sab sent me the same prompt three times by mistake due to internet issues. She said to delete two of them but I ain't afraid of no ghosts so I wrote all three. Here they are.

This one is sad and the boat is metaphorical because she forgot the heart emoji. Don't worry the other two are more fun!

TW for an anxiety attack

Sometimes Nico feels like he's drowning under the pressure of it all. Captain of a team that can't seem to reach their incredible potential, trying to hold everything together through injuries and losing skids and just the worst luck possible in every possible situation.

Last season felt like they were flying above the clouds, this season feels more like treading water and barely keeping above the surface. Screw the playoffs, at this point Nico just wants everyone to get to the summer in one piece and it looks like that might be too much to ask.

He's been staring blankly at his black phone screen for who knows how long since the phone call ended. Jack needs surgery, he's done for the season. Not that there's much season left and not that they stood a chance in hell of making it to the post-season anyway, but losing Jack is the last straw and he feels the water overtake him.

His breathing is becoming erratic and his vision starts to blur, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, not since he was first made captain, but he remembers the feeling and, well, drowning is a pretty accurate description.

Suddenly the phone is being taken from him, soft fingers pulling his own away from their death grip, and replacing the phone with a familiar hand. "Breathe, Nico." Suddenly, he's not drowning anymore, he has a lifeboat. He might be a little adrift at sea but he's not underwater anymore.

He squeezes Jonas's hand, lets himself be pulled into a hug, and finally gives in to the overwhelming everything that is this situation and just starts sobbing, feeling like he might never stop. When he finally calms down there are soft hands wiping the tears from his eyes, handing him a glass of water to re-hydrate, running through his hair, holding him and not letting go.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Callout Post: Be Wary of the Following User

I've tried everything before. I've remained quiet, I've tried going my separate ways as peacefully as possible, I've made mistakes in impulsive arguements, and I even tried quietly moving accounts. But I'm tired of remaining quiet. There's someone who's been stalking me since the friendship break-up back in August of 2022. Originally fluffy935, now known as edwards-kronorium115, has been harrassing me in subtle ways non-stop.

We had been great friends at first in 2021, only for things to fall apart when we were making too many mistakes to upset each other within a short timespan. I made a few mistakes in accidentally reposting their screenshots due to them not having a watermark and not being able to tell which was “gifted to me” or which was completely theirs as there was no indication to tell the difference. They hadn’t added watermarks until just recently when I had checked on them.

At first, we had disagreements due to sharing the same f/o. I already do with a very close friend of mine. Unlike that close friend, Eddie would go back and forth from being supportive to lashing out at me. My old first blog here (staminuptosuccess) is deleted but there I was spammed in DMs over a friend supporting me with Edward at the time. I was called a homewrecker, spammed vomit emojis, and further insulted. It was getting so bad that I went to Twitter and left everything behind around 2022. We made up and became friends again. Only for it to get worse. It got so bad she looked me up on FACEBOOK AND SOMEHOW FOUND MY PRIVATE NAME. I cannot show the contact to avoid doxxing. But her full name is there. I was isolated. She constantly told me how “I am your only true friend.” I was manipulated often into being away from my friends. She constantly tried putting everyone down, me included. I would be built up only to be put down again. I couldn’t handle her taking out her emotions on me. No matter how hard I tried, I always did something to make her angry or sad. So, I left Twitter in the midst of her rage. I uncensored the names of friends who consent to me posting the thread.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to upset her anymore and frankly? I didn’t want to be abused anymore either. Every time I was starting to thrive, she’d explode. She would pepper me in drawing gifts only to slam me down that I didn’t care enough or that I ruined everything for her. So I ended it. The Facebook thing freaked me out especially bc how did she find my name?

We had a short talk of what seemed like closure and wishing each other the best in life… until it wasn’t.

She took my quiz and made her presence known twice. I’d have my post liked until I was blocked. It happened to my friend too. After a while, I was able to find a way to block her back so she’d stop the discreet spying. She would reblog the same things I did. And ever so slowly plagiarize my work.

My Kalimba video: December 31st, 2022

(To be continued. Check below)

Part 2

Part 3

[sunstranded]

INTJ: Deleting Messages

I find it more efficient to delete messages rather than say "nevermind". It has less confusion. It's cleaner. It's faster. However, I realize a lot would disagree.

I tend to delete messages. It's not out of secrecy; it's not out of anything else people overthink about. I just imagine it as if I were typing and I spam backspace. I just either found a better string of words to say my meaning or I found it no longer relevant to say.

However I was told that it's weird to do that and only people that are hiding something would do so. I mean, I am sparing people my messy mistakes. I have a lot to hide mostly because I hate it when people are all up in my business. But every word I speak is designed to deliver a message.

I find it annoying because I'd rather suffer the repercussions than stop deleting messages. I might start apologizing if I had bothered someone but goodness I need to delete a clear mistake unless there is relevance for my mistake. It takes space for no reason.

I really don't want nor need to fit into this texting decorum people have. I was accused by xxxPs and several xxFJs that I type drier than their old relatives. The feature of instant messaging and being allowed to draft your words before sending them is best utilized if you are coherent, cohesive, and brief with what you deliver. I hate receiving a bombardment, a rapid fire of notifications only to get "how did you sleep?" Obviously, I answered my INFP friend truthfully: with both my eyes closed and neatly burrito-wrapped by my blanket in the lightless night. If they had asked me that once without the barrage of "heys," emojis, and "I miss yous" I would've answered the same way without suffering a dissonant staccato of dings.

Besides, if they really missed me, they could've called or scheduled a time to hang out. Except they don't. My ENTP friend had already labeled and recognized irregularities and cues in my texting. She knows when I am lethargic, busy, or even sensing something is utterly wrong. When I am tired, I forget to simplify my wording. When I am busy I send voice mails. When she senses that something is utterly wrong, it is when I start using emojis. The most annoying thing with her analysis is that its correct and I feel like I am the butt of the joke. At least I'm comically consistent. Typing this had made it feel unreal, honestly.

This is possibly an inane introvert and thinker problem or an INTJ thing. Or just a me thing. Oh well. I'm still going to be very dry and will delete messages.

[auggieblogs]

To begin with, I would like to apologise to the anon who requested this, I am so sorry I deleted your ask by mistake. Lucky for us, I did screenshot it because I was going to brainstorm ideas for this fic.

Now that being said, hiii, hello, I am glad that you like my blog, it genuinely made me smile wide.

About the request, honestly I was thinking about writing a Logan fic because well, he's such a cutie and now I actually have a prompt so thank you for that. Personally, I find antiquing and looking for abandoned places idea very intriguing and I am actually looking forward to writing this. Thank you again, for requesting this, you're lovely. And yes of course you can leave your little signature emoji here, you're free to request whenever you want and whatever you want. Muawh, much love<3

[sc-intothedarknightofthesoul]

😅 🤡 ✨❌💔 from Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask?

AH! ANON, PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!

Just kidding, I'll write this point for point.

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😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? 😅

For stories, I used to write Dragon Ball Z and Vocaloid crossover fanfics in my teen years. One of them is still on my FanFiction.net.

I also used to have a Quotev (it's almost like an alternative Wattpad) where I wrote Hetalia lemons around that time too. Shocking, I know. Adult me is surprised to this day that younger me somehow got away with those, but thank the Gods I deleted my Quotev as soon as I got bored of it.

I remember making an RPG Maker game based on one of my original stories, The Last Human, before it went through a complete do-over and instead turned it into a webtoon. I really don't wanna go into detail on what happens, but I can't even play it knowing how frickin DARK the prologue section of the story is.

Regarding Into the Dark Night of the Soul...why the fuck did I write about elephant stampedes as an excuse for why the Conduit passed out between Chapter One and Two?!

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🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? 🤡

I'll admit I have a habit of editing my story after they're published, but there was that scene I went back to fix after Kasta and Maxi finished sparring with Haoran, and Haoran compliments somebody's aggressiveness in the fight.

Funny story with that, I completely misinterpreted the scene from Libra of Soul while initially writing this part for the fic, I actually thought Haoran was complimenting the Conduit for their aggressiveness in the fight, when it was actually Maxi he was complimenting.

I looked back on it and thought, "Holy shit, I can actually do something with this."

Allow me to show this fantastic exchange:

When he [Haoran] recovered and pulled himself to his knees, he formed a "T" with his hands to suggest a time-out, "I yield! You win!" When that was done, Maxi extended a hand to pull Haoran onto his feet, "I must say, your aggressive style is most impressive." "Now hold on," my cheeks flushed red like a tomato at Haoran's comment, "I wouldn't necessarily call a series of sweep kicks "aggressive" per se. Well...actually, maybe it was a bit harsh considering it's mostly just me being sneaky and--" "You humble yourself, Kasta," the man beamed as he took his hand off me to wipe the dust off his shoulder, "But I was referring to Maxi with the aggressive fighting style." My cheeks burned hotter than hot with embarrassment as a lump in my throat formed upon realizing my mistake, "Oh. Heh, right. I knew that..."

Also, any scene that features Cornelius being a complete chaotic gremlin to Kasta and others, because 1. He's a frickin cat, cats are chaotic and unpredictable as hell and I love them for it, and 2. He keeps stealing Haoran's mooncakes, sometimes out of Kasta's hand or Haoran's travel bag.

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✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. ✨

Uh...uh...uh...

*Wraps it into a blanket burrito and sits down beside it on the couch to watch movies with popcorn, pizza and soda.*

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❌ What's a trope you will never write? ❌

Unless it's written in a way that wows me and has some realism to it, the trope that annoys me to hell and back is the cliche "they got married and lived happily ever after."

Like, that's it?

Am I supposed to believe it's all smooth sailings after probably going through some of the most traumatic stuff from the story that lives in their consciousness now? How do they adjust to their new life?

I could write horror stories about people who unironically expect this in their relationships.

Some of these questions I have are what make me appreciate the fact that Disney made sequels to their movies at some point.

Other than that, I'm not sure, I'll have to think on it.

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💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart 💔

This is gonna get into Trigger Warning territory mentioning abuse of some kind, so beware.

But believe it or not, yes.

I'll admit, what I've written for Into the Dark Night of the Soul so far has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

The scene that was pretty gut-wrenching for me to write so far was the dream Kasta had of their mother attacking them for looking like a demon and not...like...her child.

I'm not gonna spoil what I plan to do with this later down the line, but I would say that yes, it's based on the relationship I had with my mother and how she raised me before she passed away in March of 2021.

Another thing that I've made that was utterly gut-wrenching to look back on was my original draft (the version I made an RPG Maker game out of) of The Last Human, an original story I mentioned got the major redo and is on Webtoon (I'm on hiatus).

It was the first mature story I've written when I was 15, before my Hetalia and Dragon Ball Z x Vocaloid crossover phases.

Not gonna go into detail with what happens, cos like I said before, it gets really dark. But the gist of the original draft is that a genocide happened and it's all the main character's villainous and creepy stepfather's fault. The thing that made it dark is that he attempted to do something horrible to her that scarred her for life.

The new draft (the one that's on Webtoons) I made has a similar premise, a genocide happened, but the main character was spared that fate when she was rescued as a baby.

I'm on hiatus from that story now, but I thought I brought up a bit of lore about myself.

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Looks like that's all the questions I've answered.

Thank you for the ask and I hope you have a nice day/night (depending on your timezone).

[r0semultiverse]

Hi!!!! 💕 sorry to bother you i mean no disrespect,i really don't know what sort of opener to get you to talk to me but I'm a sugarmommy, and i'm pretty new here. I'm looking for an honest sugarbaby, it doesn't necessarily have to be SEXUAL, and i'll reward you with a fair weekly allowance....looking forward to hearing from you..💕feel free to send me a dm

Oh my goodness! 💜 You know what’s kinda nuts about this offer though? 😃 Your friend or rather your alternate account @winniel55 actually said the same exact thing to me!

She then deleted her account when I asked for any of her supposed sugar babies to verify that her offer was legitimate! How interesting! 🧐

I’ll give you a little tiny bit of praise here. You fixed your first time mistake of not having a blog populated with posts. You now also have a profile icon and pronouns. Where you fucked up is 1.) sending the same exact message excluding 2 emojis and 2.) all of the posts on your account are recent and shows your account was made very recently. You’re going to have to backdate posts and make a lot more of them as well as getting more creative with your message in order to scam me. Also your account name reeks of bot energy. Nice try though! This was definitely a better attempt! 💜

[cursivebloodlines]

☎️ - zoe <3

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:

What My Muse Has For Your Muse's Contact Info: Fave🥺 honestly shes not one for changing names on her phone really. (Except for her parents who are named Birth Giver and Sperm Donor. That's if she even has their right numbers and tbh is unsure why she has them BUT ANYWAY). Eric is her fave and regardless of their relationship she'll keep him as her fave because that hasn't changed :( as for the emoji idk he's cute and the emoji is cute and reminds her of him. If it were anyone else it would be just their name but he gets preferential treatment always <333

What Their Ringtone Is: Zoe is not one for setting ringtones for people because she doesn't see the point when she doesn't make many phone calls and when she receives them, she ignores them lmfao!! but her current one for Eric is Running up That Hill by Placebo, it just hurts a bit so she definitely has an instrumental version so she doesn't have to listen to it as such. Also, she really likes that song too.

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: [UNSENT]: i made so many mistakes but going wrong with you was the biggest of all. if i could start over again, i would. we deserve a fresh start but it's too late. correction: you deserve a fresh start. one without me. // [UNSENT]: thank you for everything. i'm sorry. i'm so fucking sorry. i love you. i'm sorry. i love you. // [UNSENT]: you've still got some of your shirts here. if you want them. but if you do, can i hold onto them a little while longer? they still smell like you. // [SENT]: Please just let me go. You're making everything harder than it needs to be. (Honestly, there are probably loads of other unsent messages. Ones with words she could never verbalise to him but she deleted those just as fast too.)

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone: Ahh, Zoe is not the best at taking photos but she has plenty of him <3 The first one she just loves so so much because he looks adorable. And of course, she would take the photo when he wasn't even looking at the camera! Then the second one? It purely embraces Eric being a complete but loveable dork. Which one is it currently? Who knows? I genuinely don't know tbh because the second one reminds her of happier times, of him being his cutiepie self but the first one is just such a precious one that makes her yearn for their relationship yet again and instant regret for all the hurt she's caused :(

Accepting | @overnightheartbeats

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😅

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

There are many.

I'm not going to link or name them but you can look at a lot of my early stuff. I'm not going to update those, but I'm not deleting them either.

It's part of growing. I'm not denying the person I was all those years ago when I wrote it. They got to explore those themes and ideas in a safe way and make mistakes and they made me who I am today. So they get to stay for now.

But that doesn't mean I still like them

[alba8688]

Edward Munson

Chapter 3

Word count:2664

Warnings:kissing and that’s it

There sitting down at the very far end of the class  was Eddie, the boy from the bar and I had sex with him on saturday !! !b- but how could he be in high school? He looks older than a high school student .

That's what happens when I do think without thinking.

I'm going to jail !!!Jesus Christ, what if he is 17 but looks older ,but what was he doing at a bar ?Yes, I'm definitely losing my job and going to jail for having sex with a minor .I was so nervous I couldn't even concentrate. I grabbed my roll call sheet and started the roll call .So I could distract myself from The boy who was staring at me right now and wouldn't keep his eyes from me. He was going to be the death of me .

"Robin Buckley "

"Here " a girl reply

"Chrissy Cunningham."

"Here " a girl in a cheerleader outfit reply

And I kept calling roll call but the boy never reply

"Edward Munson ." I gulped when I saw the boy from the bar raise his hand .

He stared at me With those beautiful brown eyes that made me melt that night .Then memories of that night came to my head .

No ,no Take that off your head I told myself .I can't think of him like that. He is my student Jesus Christ!!

What if his parents find out and they want to send me to jail for having sex with their son ..

Come on Dani talk the class is just staring at you waiting for you to talk I tell myself ..

"Ok class I want you to write about yourself, that's all you have to do for today ." I tell the students not knowing what to say anymore and forgetting about the lesson I wrote on the white board completely .

It's a history class not a English class Danielle !!!I told myself .

I was suppose to do something fun but I just couldn't concentrate I was so fucking  nervous and then Eddie wouldn't stop staring at me .

Jesus Christ was it getting hot in here or was it me .

Maybe I'm just getting an anxiety attack.

Dani relax count to 10 or 100 maybe .

I went to sit in my office chair and pretended to use the computer but I just looked like an idiot staring at the black screen .

My phone chimed meaning I had received a message I was too afraid to look at .

But I opened it anyway.

E:"Hey ."

I look up from my phone to Edward, who had a serious face .Yes I think is better if I call him

Edward I don't think it would be appropriate to call him Eddie .

What's appropriate now ? If I already had sex with him .

Holy shit should I answer him?

I know I wanted to answer him .

D:"I can't do this right now ..I-I'm sorry but you're my student for God's sake ." I reply back

That's not what I really wanted to tell him but other than that I can't wait for later on for our date but I know that wasn't gonna be possible now knowing he was my student ,so I had to do the right thing .

And the right thing was to push him away and tell him everything was a mistake and if I had known that he was my student what happened Saturday would have never happened.

But I'm glad it did but it's wrong so fucking wrong..

E:"Please don't ."

You have to do what's best, remember Dani ,I told myself again.

D:"Please delete my number and forget you ever met me ."

💬.......

E:"Let's talk after school please ."

Talk I couldn't just talk to him knowing he was my student and how attractive I Am to

Him:Jesus Christ what am I supposed to do ?

D:"Edward I can't ."

E:"Government name huh ,you can call me Eddie ."

D:"No, I will call you Edward, you're my student ."

E:"Please Dani 🥺"

D:"You can call me Miss.Henderson,and that emoji is not gonna work on me ."

Yes it was and it was killing just imagining those chocolate puddles he has for eyes look so sad.

E:"Dani look at me."

Look at him !!for what?So I fall for those damn eyes.I lift my head up discreetly and look at his direction and that cocky bastard is making the cutest puppy eyes. I chuckled, making the class look at me. They probably think I'm crazy .

E:"Did it work ?"

Fuck ofcourse it work those fucking eyes those Dr.pepper eyes .

D:"I don't know maybe 🤔 but still is wrong Edward I'm your teacher please understand me."

Dani don't fall he is your student remember that .I had to keep reminding myself ..

E:"Eddie !!! It's Eddie !!Fine if you don't want to talk to me on your own I'll get Detention."

D:"Detention what do you mean ?"

What does he mean by detention?

I'm doing the right thing pushing him away. This could never work. He is my student and way younger than me I could go to jail.

I put my phone down and stand up walking around the class to make sure everyone is doing their job .

Everyone except Edward is doing his work,he is  just looking at me with his cocky smile ,he has something planned and I'm afraid to see what it is .

I fear for what he plans and I  go back to my desk

And wait patiently.The class is so Quiet that all you hear is the students' pencils scribbling on their notebooks.

Except Edward who is just sitting down looking at me until suddenly he stands up and walks over to my desk and stops and looks at me smiling then he starts disturbing the class by jumping on top of my desk and starts giving a speech .

"I don't really like writing so Maybe I'll just tell you about myself ." He grins and looks down at me

"Mr.Munson get down from the desk ." I said sternly trying my best to pretend I was mad but actually I wanted to laugh.

"My name is Eddie Munson. I'm 20yrs old. I repeated 12 for the third time. The first time wasn't because I wanted too some shit happen  ,I'm in a band called "Corroded Coffin." You might have heard of them." He turns and looks at me and smiles and my face reddens.

And I'm not gonna lie. I felt much better when he said he was 20 but still is not right. I'm his teacher and his my student and In no world will it be ok for this to happen.

"Mr.Munson down from the desk please." I repeat myself again

The class was just watching him make his show. I guess they are used to it because some of them are ignoring him and others calling him names .

But there's a girl with a ponytail and blue eyeshadow and wearing a cheer uniform who is laughing at what Edward is doing .

I'm not gonna lie, she is really pretty. I think her name is Chrissy if i'm correct .

Edward jumps off my desk and continues his speech.

"I hate History but that could change. He turns and winks at me. I Hate this school and the principal .personal reasons."

"Freak!" I hear someone call Edward

"Yeah I'm a freak because I like to play a fantasy game but as long as you're into Band." He turns and looks at at Robin I think that's her name "or science or Partiies!!!" He starts walking around the class like he owns it but im actually finding kind of amusing that he doesn't care what people say about him

Suddenly he stands in front of Jasón and he raises his voice "OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!!!

I know I should be doing something to stop him but I'm frozen in place .

"You want something freak?" Jason gets up from his desk to be face to face to him

"Mr.Munson and Mr.Carver please take a seat." I tell them both, trying to keep my calm.

Jason does as he is told but Edward is persistent

Then he walks by Chrissy's desk calling her sweetheart and she turns tomato red .

I just take my seat and give up with him. He is probably gonna get what he wants .

"Edward, please come to my desk ." I say not looking at him

I hear his steps rush to the front

"Yes Miss.Henderson." Eddie says sarcastically with a big stupid smile knowing he has gotten what he wants .

"You have lunch detention the whole week ." I say writing it down on my phone.

"Great it's a date  ." He whispers and he grinned at me and walked back to his desk.

The next classes went by fast. All the students were super nice and well behaved other than some of the jocks that kept flirting with me and I kept sending them to the office. I wasn't going to deal with that today. I had enough this morning. Then lunch arrived. I had forgotten I had given Edward detention when he arrived suddenly to my class closing the door behind him.

He walks in sitting in the desk that's at the very front of the class and closest to my desk and slouches back and smiles .

I ignore him and go back to my computer putting in the names of all the students from last period .

"Henderson?By any chance are you related .." he gets stop by the classroom door opening

"Dani, can I have $10 please ." Dustin walks in with Mike and Will by his side.

The three of them turn to look at Eddie then at me .

I ignored them and went to my purse to grab the money for Dustin.

"Eddie, what are you doing here ?" Dustin asks him.

"I could ask the same thing Henderson." He reply

"Dani is my older sister ."He says happily "isn't it  cool having your sister as a teacher ?"

"Oh is that so and yeah it's cool?,."Eddie replied

"Why are you here ?" Mike ask Eddie

"Miss.Henderson gave me lunch detention for a week so I'll be having lunch with her ." He says happily .

"Mr.munson it's detention not a party so I would appreciate it if you ate your lunch in silence ." I interrupted my brother's and Edwards' conversation .

"What did he do to make you mad ?" Will ask me 

I didn't know how to answer that question so I did what I do best to change the subject.

"Come here you, I missed you ." I tell Will, pulling him into a hug.

What was I gonna do? tell the kids I had sex with their friend.

Nope I can't do that especially now that I know he is my student.

Dani, why are you so stupid and do things without thinking ?

"Hey, I want a hug too?" Mike says joining the hug

"Can we stay here with you ?" Dustin suddenly ask

"What's wrong buddy ?"I ask concern

"People are not really nice to us ." Will tells me looking down at his hands.

"Eddie is the one that actually talks to us and protects us ." Mike said softly.

"Edward protects you guys ?" I said softly

"Yes he is the one that recruited us for Hellfire club during the summer ."

"What's hellfire club?" I ask them

"D&D club."Dustin says happily

"Maybe you should join us !!" Will said excitedly

"Should join ?" Edward shouts from

His desk ,Mike, Will and Dustin walk over  to

Eddie's desk.

"Eddie, she is the best at playing D & D. She actually taught us how to play ." Dustin tells Eddie Excitedly

"Maybe because she is a teacher she could be our coach or she can representa us and help us have competitions!!" Mike said excitedly then they all looked at me with their happy faces and I could never say no to those faces but I'm afraid to disappoint them because I haven't played in a long time and I'm a-bit rusty .

"I don't know what Miss.Henderson thinks ." Edwards says with a big grin

"Guys look I'll think about it ok ." Yes I really have to think about it. That means I would have to spend time with Eddie and I can't be close to him at least not now .

The three of them all cheered and ran to hug me.

"Ok guys go get some lunch ." I tell them hugging them all back. I love these kids but I'm afraid if I say yes I would do something so stupid and end up hurting my job.

"My little bo peeps sit with Gareth and Jeff at the hellfire table ."Eddie tells him and the three of them get really excited and run off  to the cafeteria excitedly.

I closed the door to my classroom and went back to my desk to get my lunch out .

I had brought a Caesar salad with pieces of chicken breast .

I put some ranch and mixed it but all this time I felt eyes on me and I knew it was Eddie cause he was the only other person in the class ,but I ignored him.I know Eddie was looking at me and I wasn't going to fall for those damn eyes .But what if I maybe take a peak .That won't hurt right ?

No Danielle, don't do anything stupid you're a teacher remember.

"Dani, can we please talk,I-I can't just pretend it never happened cause it did ." I hear  him say then he gets up from his desk and walks. The next thing I know is he is standing right next to me .

My heart starts beating faster but I ignore him and continue eating my salad .

"Dani, please look at me ." Edward says placing his warm hand on my shoulder making me close my eyes by his touch remembering how he made me feel that night .I don't know what he did to me that made me so weak even though I had just met him .

"Edward, please don't make this harder than it is ." I say softly still with my eyes closed .

I open my eyes to look up at him and he is staring down at me with those big doe eyes .Those eyes are gonna be the death of me.

How can someone have such pretty eyes .

Edward kneels down next to me and turns my chair so I could be facing him .

"Dani, I never had a connection like this with anyone ." Edward says pointing to him then me

I check on the door to see if anyone is in the hallway. Maybe it's the nerves and because I don't plan on losing my job on my first day .

"Edward."

"Eddie." Edward corrects me

"Whatever Munson,I really do like you ,I had so much fun with you that night. Actually that night was amazing and I haven't been able to get it out of my head ." I finally decided to talk because I couldn't keep it inside me anymore, especially having him in my class.

"Really and what do you think of ?" He says raising his brow and winking at me .I blush remembering that night .

His hands all over my body, his lips on mine .

I could feel the sensation between my legs getting stronger .

I don't know what I was thinking but I got up from my chair and pulled the small blind on the door and locked the door .

"What are you doing?" Eddie ask confused

I didn't answer, I just walked to him and pressed my lips on his .

He didn't pull away but kissed me hungrily and I could feel him smiling in the kiss .

That cocky bastard .

I know this is wrong but it feels so right .

You might say he is my right person but at the wrong time .

What did I get myself into ?

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