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luvfy0dor · 6 months ago

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“Your Handprint's on my Soul ♡⁠˖” BSD men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

warnings; established relationship (Fyodor only), first interactions, kisses, Dazais can be platonic or romantic

description; aus/tropes with BSD characters, inspired loosley by my old post about book types/tropes

A/n; CHAT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS AS I WRITE THE A/N IM ONLY 2/3 OF THE WAY DONE W NIKOLAIS AND NO ONE ELSE IS DONE EXCWPT DAZAIS BULLET POINT AND ITS 2 HRS TILL POST TIME GOTTA LOCK IN ALSO TYSM FOR 700 💖💖💖

⑅ Osamu Dazai ⑅

• There was only one bed when Dazai appeared on your doorstep one evening. You don't know where he came from and he wouldn't tell you, but he would certainly tell you he wasn't letting you sleep anywhere but the bed, even if you wouldnt allow him to either.

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'Knock knock knock' was the first thing you heard when you woke from your slumber in the middle of the night. You felt a little unsettled, but still tiptoed out of bed to the door, peering through the peephole only to see the big head of your coworker and friend on the other side of the door. You huffed and unlocked the deadbolt and opened up. "What are you doing here this late at night?" You asked, rubbing your right eye with the palm of your hand and yawning. "Oh, nothing much, just here for a stroll! It's been quite the long time no see, no?" He says, letting himself in and taking off his shoes at the door. "I saw you..." You peered over at the digital clock on your nightstand table down the hallway. "Like, 7 hours ago. And you texted me 3." You sigh and pull up your pajama pants. "Can I sleepover?" Your brows furrowed at his question.

"Can you sleepover- Osamu, we have work in the morning and- ugh, you know what, yeah, you're already here and it's raining, isn't it? How are you completely dry? I...I have so many questions that I'm not gonna ask right now. You can sleep in my bed, just don't touch anything else in my room, especially nothing in or on my nightstand, got it?" He shook his head and steered you towards your room with his hands on your shoulders. "Oh no, that'd be rude of me to take your bed! I'll take the couch." You shook your head and yanked him gently by the wrist. "No, you're taking the bed-" "why don't we both take the bed?" You were silent for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I don't want to keep going back and forth with this." You say with a sleepy shrug. He walked in front of you to your bedroom like he lived here on the regular and tossed his coat aside. You crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to your nose and feeling the bed dip beside you when Dazai crawled in too. He also took his fair share of the blankets, but you soon realized that Dazai was a blanket hog. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kick you if y'dont stop stealin' all the blanket!" You groan, yanking the soft material back towards you. "I am not stealing all the blanket, you're very dramatic." He says, rolling over and scooching closer so that he can still be completely covered by the blanket without yanking it back. Each time you moved, you bunched up more of the blanket and pulled it closer to yourself, leaving Dazai uncovered from his right foot to his knee. "And you call me a blanket hog." He starts to steal some of the comforter back, but you toss it over him and roll over to press your front against his, cuddling him. "You come to my house unannounced and steal my blankets..you can just be another source of heat if you wanna act like this." You sleepily say, eyes still closed as you slur out your words. His face was one of surprise for a moment before it melted into a smile. He put a hand on your head and pulled you closer. "And you know what? That's fine with me."

⑅ Chuuya Nakahara ⑅

• Chuuya reminds me of that one soulmate au where whenever you get marks on your skin, they appear on your soulmates too. Small scars, ink scribbles, and bruises would often appear on Chuuyas, but never because of his own doing.

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Earlier in the morning, Chuuya had noticed a new doodle on his forearm, this time it was one of a cat. Usually it was partially colored-in hearts or imperfect stars, but he always found other drawings of yours to be more amusing. He was currently relaxing on his couch after a long day of work, shoes kicked off and pajamas put on. He'd gotten bored of whatever nonsense he was watching on the TV and decided to examine the kitty on his arm a little more before picking up a pen and deciding to draw one next to it with a little heart in between them. He rolled his eyes at himself, Chuuya Nakahara, the best martial artist in Yokohama and port mafia executive was doodling kitty cats and hearts on his own arm to appease some soulmate he didnt even know. He sighed and leaned back again. It didn't take long for you to notice and quickly scribble a reply that read "Wow, finally. [poorly drawn eye roll emoji] took you long enough to actually interact w/ me! Started to think I didn't have a soulmate." You felt giddy over the whole thing. Yeah, it was stupid, but he drew a cat in love with the cat that you drew! This was the interaction that you had been waiting for since middle school when all the other kids were writing back and forth with their soulmates so much that they'd make frequent trips to the bathroom to wash off old pen ink since they had no phones to text with yet. Teachers hated it, but everyone was already willing to put their education on the back burner for these, essentially, randos. Not Chuuya, though. Chuuya never liked writing on his skin, the way the ballpoint dragged across his pale flesh made him shiver, and so he never replied to you. His focus on other goals also contributed to that ignorance.

After many years though, he finally decided to entertain the whole idea. Chuuya didn't care about who his soulmate was, if he found someone that wasn't them and he loved them, then that was that. He didn't think the universe should decide the only person he could truly be with, so he dated on his own accord. He checked his arm for your reply as if he was checking a watch and he watched the ink appear on his arm, letter by letter and stroke by stroke. He smiled a little and grabbed his pen again. "I never really cared to, no offense." You scoffed when you read that, crossing out the no. "Full offense taken. Anyways, where you from?" He thought on whether or not he really wanted to tell you, so he decided to play it safe. "I'm not telling you that immediately, what are ya, crazy? How old are you?" The number 21 quickly appeared. "And your name?" You started writing out letters, but the ink quickly faded. Chuuya raised an eyebrow and went to write out a couple stray question marks, but the writing came back in a different color. The ink was blue this time. "Y/n." "Okay, y/n, not that you couldn't be lying, I live in Yokohama, Japan. Can I get your number to make this easier?" You smiled and fist pumped. "Yeah, it's ---/---/----." You received a message about four minutes later. "This is better, I have work in the morning and I don't want to have to scrub off any more ink than this tomorrow." You laid in bed, perpendicular to the mattress with your arms hanging off the edge of the bed as you typed out a reply. Your conversation went on for another hour getting to know eachother before he told you that it'd be best for him to go to bed. You wished him a goodnight and he did the same. You knew it'd take a while to build a strong friendship and maybe even relationship, but the thought made you excited nonetheless.

⑅ Fyodor Dostoevsky ⑅

• When I think of my own highschool academic greatness (I'm failing algebra2/trig) I think of Fyodors geniusness and how much highschool/college aus remind me of him. I don't know if he'd try to juggle a relationship and school, but if he did he'd help you be the best student possible while securing that valedictorian title for himself.

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Fyodors slim hand gripped his pencil loosely and moved it acrossed the paper he was given for a written assignment. His hair was pulled back in a super small pony tail and his eyes flickered over to the clock every now and again, waiting for the bell to ring with each passing second. He promised to meet you in the library during lunch to study for your AP Bio test you had coming up at the end of the week. He never minded helping you study, it'd help him retain the knowledge anyways. Finally, the familiar 'ding' sounded throughout the school and he packed up his stuff and left. He walked through the hallways and down the stairs to the library where you were already waiting for him. You smiled and waved him over, opening your school-loaned laptop. "Hey Fedya. I know we always spend lunches together but like, thank you for helping me, I'd be screwed otherwise." You say with a small laugh. He smiles and sits down next to you. "No problem, I don't mind, I did really well in that class anyways." He said while watching you type in your password and pull up an assignment. "Yeah, it's just about- oh! You kept the ponytail in?" You asked him with a smile. You had put his hair up that morning while waiting for the first bell. "Ofcourse I did. It keeps my neck cool." He tells you, tracing shapes on the small of your back with his thumb as he read over the assignment. "This is easy, Myshka, what's the trouble?" "I can't grasp ecology." You say, feeling yourself start to nod off. He raises an eyebrow and hums. "Well, do you sleep during your class like this?" He grins a little. You hum in denial and open your eyes again, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No, I just stayed up late last night cramming and stuff..." You say, resting your head against your fist. "Well that's probably why you're having trouble, you work when you should be sleeping."

You knew he was right, you had other classes that you were doing work for and you had put AP Bio on the back burner because you, a) didn't want to do it, b) didn't think you could do it, and c) saw that you'd feel more successful seeing all those 0's in other classes turn into grades. "I know, I know." You groaned. "But maybe we can just get this one done quick since my laptop is already open." You reaffirm and lean your head on his shoulder. He nods and re-reads the question before asking you what answer you'd pick first and why. You told him and he told you if you were right or wrong, briefly explaining why you were incorrect if that was the case. You were only 5 questions in before Fyodor realized you weren't answering him. He looked to his side and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and closed your laptop for you and let you sleep against him for a little while, knowing he'd finish it with you later, very determined to help you get all of your work finally done so you could relax. You clearly needed it.

⑅ Nikolai Gogol ⑅

• Nikolai would be a great, flirty barista, which is why I think coffee shop au would be perfect for him. His ability would be of great use winning over a couple cents in tips as well as your heart.

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When you walked into your favorite, local coffee shop, the first thing you noticed was an unfamiliar face behind the counter. A tall man with long, braided white hair stood with a shaker in hand, clearly working hard to perfect s customers drink order. His eyes literally up when he saw you walking towards the counter, quickly pouring the liquid into a scribbled-on cup and capping it. "I'll be with you on one minute!" He says with a toothy grin, handing the drink to the lady waiting on the far side of the shop. He quickly returns to the cash register to take your order. "Hey! How can I help you?" He asks you and straightens out his apron. "Hi, uhm, can I have a (favorite drink), please?" He punched some stuff into the cash register and the visible screen in front of you showed you your total. "Anything else?" His eyes stared back into your own, making your heart race in your chest when you noticed just how beautiful he was. His differently pigmented eyes and sharp jawline along with the way his pointed teeth flashed when he smiled had your cheeks heating up pretty quickly. Not to mention his hair and physique.

As he was about to point out your staring with a cheeky expression, you muttered a 'yes.' He nodded. "Okay, your total is $4.20." You pulled out the first bill that wasn't a $1 from your wallet and handed it to him, Nikolais eyebrows raising when you put a $20 in his hands, but he stuck it in the register and counted up your change. "Okay, $15.80 is your change, can I get a name?" He asked you while giving you your change before grabbing a cup and sharpie. "Y/n." You quickly said, dropping all of the $15.20 in the top jar. "Ohhhh, wow! Y/n might as well take me on a date with a tip that big~!." He giggles and turns to make your drink for you while you wait with a warm face and stomach full of butterflies. "I don't think I'd mind taking you out on one." You say with a sense of confidence. "Hm, I might have to take you up on that." It's not long before he has your drink made, using a glowy portal to grab the sharpie on the counter relatively far away and scribbling something in your cup again. "Alright, here ya go! Have a good one!" He hands the drink to you, smiling a little bit when he feels your hand brush against as you take it from him. "Thank you, you too." You call back, turning around and walking away. Once you're out of the café, you rotate the cup 360° to figure out what he wrote on it, only to find ten digits acrossed the plastic. You smiled and your heartbeat picks up ten fold. You make sure to take a picture of it in a good lighting to ensure the visibility of all of the numbers, you might just have to arrange a date with him now.

A/n; AHHHHHHHHHHHH next time event post <3

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redclercs · 1 year ago

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xi.it’s okay we’re the best of friends

— the one where all you do is think about the feelings that you hide.

warnings: guys, my brain was failing during this so not really proofread, also please pretend the dress is the same in both pics lol, alcohol consumption. 2.5k words.

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August 5th, Madrid, Spain.

WHEN Charles said you needed to make new memories in Spain to replace the bad ones, you didn’t have a wedding in mind. However, with the rollercoaster that is your life as of lately, you don’t swim against the current anymore. Just going with it is not a bad way to live when you’re still trying to reach the surface and get away from the wreckage.

Things aren’t good. Not yet. The press is still having a field day with all that he said, she said merry go round. Aidan and Victoria are fighting to play the victim and Mia Kim is on a mission to paint you as the worst sister-in-law who could have ever existed. Which, to be fair, paints her in a weird Freudian light.

But things are better than they were the last time you were in Spain. And that’s something to be grateful for.

“Are you sure?” You asked Charles on FaceTime for the third time that night two weeks ago, he had just asked you to be his plus one to one of his Ferrari mates’ wedding. “Are you a hundred percent sure they won’t mind?”

The last thing you wanted was to feel like an intruder, and with the type of attention you carry around like a dark cloud over your head, ruining someone’s special day was not an experience you wanted to add to your repertoire.

“Of course they won’t mind, soleil.” Charles assured, he was still in Hungary after the Grand Prix. “Tommaso told me I could bring anyone, and I want to bring you.”

The last time you saw Charles in person was in New York City, almost two months ago. It doesn't mean, of course, that you stopped communicating. Whenever Charles is on his phone, you can be certain you'll receive a text, a picture or a random iMessage drawing. You handle time zones as best you can without sacrificing too much sleep time, especially for the one who has to drive a car at 300 km/hr.

Although he insisted on you coming to any Grand Prix of your choice, you thought it best to stay away from the paddock for a while. Plus, you had some work to do. You didn't love Talk Shows while promoting, most hosts did horrible, unfunny jokes, and you were the butt of a lot of them, but if being in some of them helped you to speak about your situation and dismiss whatever rumor Victoria, Aidan or Mia (or just about half the internet) had going on, you were willing to make the sacrifice.

You were also willing to attend a complete stranger's wedding just to see Charles again, but you didn't want to give that thought the depth it demanded from you. Not in the seven hour flight from New York to Madrid, and not now, as you're getting ready for Charles to pick you up to go to the wedding.

Your blue dress is frankly magnificent, and you are aware of how good you look, but it doesn't hurt that the first thing Charles does when the doors to the lift open, is compliment you. Well, to be fair, the first thing he does is gather his thoughts and try not to feel stupid after basically picking his jaw up from the floor.

"You look gorgeous," Charles says, clearing his throat. His sudden anxiety makes you chuckle, as his Adam's apple bobs up his neck. "I missed you so much, soleil."

You are mildly disappointed when he doesn't hug you the way he did back in New York, and you dismiss the feeling almost as quickly as it appeared. Although his words linger in the air, he missed you, and you did too.

"I don't want to ruin your hair," he explains, as if he's read your mind, and smiles wider.

"Right," you shake your head, it was obvious. "You look pretty good yourself, Charlie," you add, always trying to return the compliment, and only managing to make it awkward.

There is something about men in suits that makes them twice as attractive, and it's unfair when it comes to someone like Charles, who is already way too handsome as it is.

"Thank you," Charles is always nice enough to accept your half-assed, anxiety induced compliments. "Shall we?"

You nod, and when he offers his arm to lead you to the car, you link yours through it taking a breath so deep, it makes your lungs ache.

"Do you like weddings?" Charles asks as the engine of his car roars to life. A red Ferrari is the only way you manage to describe it, afraid of getting details wrong. Although you're certain Charles would patiently explain anything you needed to know about it, you don't ask.

"Everyone likes weddings," you reply, setting both hands on top of your knees. "Right?"

Charles chuckles and shrugs, "I guess so,"

You love weddings, except when you're expected to be the bride.

"Charles," you pat his shoulder and he takes his eyes off the road for the briefest second. "Are you completely sure the bride doesn't mind my presence?"

You don't want to give yourself some sort of importance you don't deserve—the bride has more important things to worry about—but particularly nervous about how your presence will be received at the celebration.

"Seriously, y/n," Charles soothes, his right hand leaves the steering wheel and searches for your own blindly, accidentally landing on your empty lap. He takes his hand back immediately, red creeping up his neck. "It's fine." he resolves, his sight way too focused on the road now.

"Alright," you whisper, smoothing the skirt of your dress. "Alright."

Both of you remain silent the rest of the way as you take in the Spanish landscape and Charles drives like his life depends on it. You promised yourself you'd ask for as much information on the happy couple as you could, but your voice is lost in the pit that opened in your stomach.

And the evening is just beginning.

It's after the ceremony, at cocktail hour that you find everything out about Tommaso and Bárbara thanks to none other than Carlos Sainz, who seems to really have a thing for gossip and also, for making fun of you for crying during the vows.

"Leave me alone, Carlos," you warn for the last time, this time threatening him with your closed fist. "Not my fault you don't have a heart in that big-ass chest."

This makes him laugh harder, and even Charles chuckles against the lip of his whiskey glass.

"I miss you so much around the paddock, y/n!" Carlos sighs, patting the place above his heart. "For real."

You click your tongue. "Sure you do,"

Carlos and you talk a lot less than Charles and you do, of course. But if Charles calls you during whatever free time he has while in the Ferrari Suite, you can trust Carlos to insert himself in the conversation.

"And a lot of the other drivers do too," Carlos' tone is mocking again, and you glower at him.

"Stop picking on me," this time you punch him on the shoulder.

"I'm being serious. Lando has a crush on you,"

You talked to Lando a few times, mostly when he and Carlos were being boys and hitting each other in the balls outside the Ferrari Suite and Lando made small talk as he tried not to touch his private parts. A crush is an exaggeration, Lando just told you he thought you were cool for making movies.

"Why don't we take some pictures?" Charles suggests before downing the rest of his whiskey. You don't miss the look he gives Carlos.

"Why not?" you smile at Charles, shrugging. The place is beautiful and you would love to have a memory of this whole thing that you can go back to.

"I'll catch up with you guys," Carlos calls as you two walk away, uninterested in the impromptu photoshoot.

Charles directs an annoyed look at him again and then makes it go away to return his attention to you.

"What was that?" you ask, taking Charles' arm again for him to lead you to where the rest of the guests are more scattered and won't photobomb your pictures.

"What was what?" Charles lifts an eyebrow, forever the expert at playing dumb. Or, not really.

You shake your head, this is another deep thought you don't want to venture into. There is enough of this weird tension already, and you're not sure if Charles feels it too.

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"Your girlfriend is beautiful," a lady is patting your hand, a gentle smile on her face as she looks at Charles. She's the spouse of another Ferrari team member, and the first thing she did was compliment your dress before even asking for your name.

"Oh, I'm not—"

"We're just friends," Charles clears up, gentle as well. "But y/n really is beautiful."

The woman raises both eyebrows and laughs, an 'oh you kids' snicker that isn't unkind. "Of course, of course."

It's the first time of many during this party that Charles has to say you're not in a relationship, and it seems to get easier every time the words come out of his mouth.

Although it's true, you're not sure why it nags at you.

You cry again during the couple's First Dance and verbally threaten Carlos to leave you alone as you wipe your tears carefully, doing your best to keep your makeup intact. He laughs, but takes your threat seriously and remains quiet. This whole Tom and Jerry thing is amusing but he doesn't want to actually make you angry.

A few songs in, after you're done bickering with Carlos and you have finished your third glass of champagne, Charles asks you to dance with him.

An slowed-down version of Sixpence's 'Kiss Me' plays as you take the dance floor. You blame your giddiness on the fact that you finished that flute of champagne in record time.

"What is it?" Charles questions, smoothly placing one hand on your hip while the other holds your palm. His thumb runs up and down the curve of your wrist.

"What if I step on your foot?" you retort, looking up at him. That's only one thing that makes you nervous, although you know how to dance. You took lessons for both Supercut and Parisian Valentine.

Laughter bubbles from Charles' chest and you join in, although this makes you even more nervous. It would be stupid to say you don't see how handsome he is, even if he's just your friend.

"I won't mind," Charles promises, and his fingers press a little harder against your hip bone.

"Okay, then."

It's obviously not a complicated endeavor to sway around the dance floor with Charles, he lets you set the pace, lacing your fingers together after you spin back to him.

"Thank you for coming with me, soleil," he says in a low voice. You can smell the alcohol in his breath although it's been a while since he stopped drinking, he still has to drive you back to your hotel. "I really missed you these two months."

"I love weddings. Thanks for inviting me," you squeeze his shoulder, the contrast of your manicured nails against his shirt distracts you momentarily from the fact that you can feel his breath against your jaw.

It's the second time today that you miss the chance to tell him you missed him too, and you know he notices it by the way he leans away.

The song ends before your tongue decides to respond to you again and Charles lets go of you. A few seconds feel like an hour as you stare at each other, unable—or unwilling—to say anything of what either of you really want to say.

"Care to dance?" a guy with longish hair and dark eyes is offering you his hand now, as a faster song starts and the lights around the room turn brighter.

You break eye contact with Charles and when you look at him again, he just nods, taking a step back to your assigned table.

"Sure," you tell the guy, a tense smile on your face. "Let's dance."

The ride back to your hotel is silent again, and you're too tired to find a way to fill it.

Charles' energy has shifted and this makes your stomach turn. Your anxiety worsens every time you feel someone is 'off' towards you, and that someone being Charles makes it a hundred times worse.

He takes the elevator to your room with you, placing his hand gently in the middle of your bare back to let you in first.

"We're okay, right?" you whisper, looking at your distorted reflections on the silver wall of the cubicle.

You see Charles' reflection frown and then his face turns to you. "Of course we're okay, y/n. Is something wrong?"

You shake your head, the loose strands of your bun tickle your nape. "I'm just wondering."

Charles is never bothered by your need for reassurance, not even when he needs reassurance himself. That he's not being a complete and absolute moron by wanting the woman all the boys want to dance with, and holding onto that little slither of hope that he might have a chance with her. He's the one standing next to you after the party, still.

"We are okay. Didn't you have fun today?" he asks, pushing those thoughts aside. You're friends. Just friends.

"Of course I did!" you inhale sharply, "I just— nevermind." you take your hand to the back of your head, already tired of the half undone bun that threatens to give you a headache.

"I had fun. I always have fun when I'm with you," Charles follows you out of the elevator and down the hallway to the third door marked with a 3321.

You're still struggling to find the exact hairpin that holds your hairdo together, and Charles pinpoints it almost at the same time as you do, pulling it out swiftly to make your hair fall down your shoulders.

It's a meaningless gesture, Charles hasn't given it a second thought or stopped walking. But a shiver runs down your back as his knuckles graze your nape.

"Thanks, Charlie." You say, swallowing.

"Of course," Charles puts the pin inside the pocket of his trousers with a shrug.

You stand in front of the room for a minute, having a stare down again as you rub the back of your head.

"Thank you again for today, Charles." you're the one to break the silence, keycard already between your fingers. "I had a great time."

"I'm glad, soleil." Charles his dimples appear when he smiles and your breath hitches when he leans towards you. It feels like you've been showered with ice cold water. "Good night, y/n," he says and presses his lips against your cheek.

"Good night, Charlie," you wave him goodbye from the door as he walks back to the lift.

The feeling of his lips against your skin is there, even after you've washed your face and tucked yourself into bed.

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skrrts · 4 months ago

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who said we can't be sad & silly? (one-shot) ;

✧ reader x seonghwa ✧ genre: nonidol, slice of life, fluff, pre est., cheer up ✧ word count: 1,5k ✧ warnings: small mention of feeling insecure & disappointed

another failed job interview and while you can't hide your disappointment, seonghwa decides to surprise you with a lego build and the two of you act just a little silly to cheer you up

a/n: something silly and short for @solaris-amethyst because interviewing for a job is always so challenging 🥺 ; all fluff just two adults being silly

The bus was fifteen minutes late, and you felt like you’d hit rock bottom. The dirty sky, the clouds promising rain when you didn't have an umbrella, and two boys whispering to each other because you stood there all dressed up, waiting for public transport, it made you feel out of place even more.

You really just preferred to get one of those copy-paste messages that didn’t bother with your name or got it wrong.

“We are sorry to inform you that we decided to go with another applicant…”

By now, you knew the headline meant another rejection because winners got phone calls, not quick, impersonal messages sent to those who wasted time applying for jobs they didn’t even want but needed, bills needed to be paid. Many companies didn’t even bother with that anymore.

You dreaded job interviews, not because you had to dress up and pretend to be your best self for an hour, but because of the growing hopeful feeling that this would be the one, only to have them realize you weren’t right after you got comfortable. You noticed the small indicators: how the job description changed, the friendly tone becoming rushed, and them looking over your resume repeatedly instead of talking to you, asking unnecessary questions already answered in your application just to get the time and excuse themselves.

Today was one of those days. The hiring manager didn’t consider that the department head only wanted someone with years of experience, which you didn’t have because nobody was willing to give you a chance to prove yourself.

text to hwa♡: i finally understand those angry people on TikTok we keep joking about text to hwa♡: we should start charging HR for every minute they waste, like a stupid amount of money text to hwa♡: for them, applicants are just an extra coffee break, but what about our time?

You hated to whine to your boyfriend, but he was the only one who didn’t judge. It was hard to explain to your parents, who had held the same jobs for longer than you’d been alive, how tough the job market was now. All they saw were reports about empty positions nobody wanted. 'How hard could it be?'

Raindrops finally started to fall, but at least your bus arrived, and you got a window seat. You looked at your phone, but there was no message from Seonghwa. Of course, he was likely on his way home too. You were glad he enjoyed his job at the daycare so much and that the kids loved him. How couldn’t they?

It was thanks to your four-year-old niece that you met this wonderful man. When your brother was late from work and you, still a student with free time, helped out, Seonghwa was the teacher who stayed late to wait with your niece until she was picked up.

It was the third time when you came that Seonghwa finally asked for your number, then you had coffee, and the rest was sweet history. It was more tempting to think about that memory than the job interview.

The way home wasn’t too bad, but you wondered if you looked as pitiful as you felt when you kicked off your shoes and dropped your coat and bag by the door without bothering to put them away.

“What a... argh!”

“Hey, no cursing!”

You jumped when a voice answered you. Seonghwa’s face appeared, leaning back. He was serious about the no-cursing rule, trying to get his five-year-olds to stop cursing because they picked it up from their parents. He also stuck with that rule at home.

“Hwa!” You kept forgetting you gave him a key for your ten-month dating anniversary a few weeks ago.

His face softened. “I’m sorry. It’s a habit!” His words hinted he felt bad, and you hurried to shake your head.

“No, no! It’s okay! I was just startled. What are you doing here? I thought you had the closing shift at the daycare today.”

Seonghwa mumbled, obviously hiding something. “Oh yes! I mean, I was supposed to, but someone asked if I could switch with them, doing opening hours instead.”

As you came closer, he stood up quickly, trying to hide something.

“Well, it was good timing! We can spend time together. I took the day off tomorrow, so we can stay up late, watch the third season of Bridgerton, and sleep in. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, and we can do some home wellness. I still have that set Yeosang gifted me for my birthday.”

God, how was he so sweet?

Hwa was rambling, sincere but clearly trying to buy time. There was a hint of guilt, knowing he likely took the day off because of you. He always worried when you were sad and hated leaving you alone.

“I’d like that, sounds nice. I actually bought some ice cream when the weather announced it would get hot this weekend. Perfect for a lazy evening on the couch.”

Seonghwa walked towards you as you tried to see what he was hiding. Before you knew it, you were in his embrace. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and sighed, your face against his shoulder.

It wasn’t like you were about to cry, but being held like that helped more than any optimistic message from well-meaning friends who didn’t understand constant rejection. They all got the job of their dreams so quickly, unlike you.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s not easy, but it’s on them if they couldn’t properly advertise their offer and put someone clueless on the job. What does that say about the company?”

Seonghwa leaned back, cupping your face, and looked at you with love and adoration. You never knew how he did it, being so gentle and patient, never losing faith. There had been moments when you saw it crumble, but in a relationship, both sides needed to show it, knowing the other would be there to pick it up. He could count on you always.

“I really thought this time might be it because they invited me within two days and didn’t let me wait a month like the previous one…”

“I know, and there are no words to make it feel better, but I have an idea how to cheer you up a little.”

The small grin on Seonghwa’s lips was too cute, like he was proud of his idea and likely put in a lot of effort.

“Is that so? Should I be worried or excited?” you chuckled.

He waved, pressing a quick kiss on your lips as he took your hands and led you to the living room to show you what he was hiding.

“I think you’ll appreciate it.”

He led you to the circular carpet in the middle of your small living room.

There, with great love for detail, Seonghwa had built a small office room out of Legos. From shelves to a desk with a computer and an extra table where two figures sat, nothing was missing. One figure was a cute orange cat, likely meant to be you, and the other was an angry-looking Lego figure with fangs, probably added with a marker.

Seonghwa smiled as you couldn’t hold back a soft laugh.

“Is this the evil interviewer?” you asked, picking up the figure.

Seonghwa took the cat, wiggling it cutely. It must be one of his Animal Crossing figures. You knew how much he loved and took care of his collection, so bringing one here meant a lot.

“Exactly! Look how he’s naturally evil! His job is to disappoint others! He just calls them in to say, ‘Oh, you really thought you’d get this job?’” His voice deepened as he voiced the Lego figure.

“That’s so mean! What do they do about it?”

Seonghwa chuckled and pulled out a small pink bunny, giving you the other. “Well, the cat has this cute friend who’s always there for them! Together, they tear down the office, so the evil guy also loses his job and feels really bad about it!”

The bunny figure kicked off the little laptop on the table and made a victorious sound.

“Just like that! What can he do about it? Nothing, because these two are the best team! You should try it! Very freeing, no holding back, tear it down.”

You looked at Seonghwa, who was all in his element. The time and effort he put in made your heart swell with appreciation.

“Okay!” You winked and had the cat hit the little chair until it fell over.

“Just like that!” he cheered. “Let it all out, the anger and frustration. Lego man deserves it!”

The two of you acted like kids on the beach, tearing down a sandcastle you’d built for hours just for that very purpose. When only blocks remained, Seonghwa pulled you onto his lap and sighed.

“How are you feeling, love?”

There was still concern in his eyes, but you shook your head.

“Better, a lot. Thanks to you. Did I ever tell you how amazing it is to date someone working in daycare who lets me be so silly?”

You could see he was a little flustered by the compliments.

“Ah, it’s nothing! I just don’t want you to feel sad. It’s not easy, but I’m here with you, always. It’s also safer than angry TikTok videos, though I see the temptation.”

Your head rested against his shoulder, and you looked at each other, but then your thoughts took over, being silly.

“I feel like those angry Lego videos could be a viral hit too, don’t you think?” you joked, then blinked.

“Should I set it up again?”

Seonghwa smirked.

“Just watch! Cat and Bunny will avenge all those poor applicants who faced evil recruiters online! It will be a hit!”

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #seonghwa fluff #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #reis writes #sh tag #fluff tag

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thebestandrealestever · 1 year ago

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NOT YOU TOO PART 2!!

1610 miles morales x black fem reader(?) hobie brown x black fem reader!

part 1: https://rb.gy/bfwe9

warnings : cussin, use of n word, rebound(?)

sum:hobie kinda 🤭, miles tried to apologize. a/n: HEY BOOKIES LMK IF YAAL LIKE IT, PSA : READER CHOOSES HOBIE/HERSELF!!! SOSORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVENT BEEN FEELIN THE BEST!!

the next morning u woke up alone, to a note on your nightstand that contained : “i had a late night mission wish i could’ve stayed longer. i seen your ig story, tryna pop out with me already pretty?” you pick up the note and smile as you read it then dropped your face in your hands you remembered the events of last night. sighing as you open your phone to 1 new text message from “hobie 🎸” 10 new text messages from “my boy 👦🏽.” 20 new instagram dms from “miles morales”. 3 new text messages from “gwen” 35 new instagram dms from “margo kess.” 20 new story reactions from instagram. you audibly groan at all the replies but what did u really expect, one day u were in the happiest rls and the next you flicking up w a new nigga. before reading all the messages you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at how tired you looked. your eyes rimmed with red from all the tears when hobie was asleep. even though he hurt u, your feelings didn’t just go away in a night. you took a long shower to digress, once u got out u finally checked your phone. through the sea of apologies, “can we talk”, and margo bein confused asfc the only message that matter to you right now was “pav’s throwin a party @ 9, wanna go?” kicking your feet when u flopped onto the bed you replied “yea, pick me up .” it was only 1pm, so u had the whole day. you called margo to come over and when she did you asked her about the party. “hobie invited me a to a party tonight” you said like it was nothing as u we’re getting in the car on your way to the mall. “WHATTT?? wait is it pav’s party?? cause if it is yk miles AND gwen gon be dere.” you rolled your eyes at their names “they can be there idgaf, i’m going to dance on my man and have a good time. i don’t know nun bout that.” margo wheezed and got out, as you both were shopping for outfits amongst other things you needed. when you got from the mall it was 6:30 giving u 2 hrs nd 30 minutes to get ready. margo decided to get ready at your place so you told hobie that she would take u and u guys would just meet there. after you got ready u n margo took a pic, posting it on ur ig story “pregaming w my fav 👯‍♀️” was the caption and miles slid up almost instantly “what party? pavitrs?” you laughed at how desperate he sounded leaving him on read. when you got there margo ditched u for her man, leaving you to roam the halls under blasting music and harsh color changing lights. you and margo had smoked a blunt before you came so you were a lil buzzed. as you scoured the house for a familiar face you were met the one you wanted to see the most, you strolled up the hobie looking up at him. “hey, why u wallsittin?” you quipped at him before joining him on the wall, he sipped whatever concoction was in his red cup and laughed, lowly and raspy. “was waiting for u” he glanced over his shoulder down at you and your stomach did flips u couldn’t even do. you pull out your phone and take a picture of y’all two captioning it “��🏽🫂.” and again miles slid up on sum more bs.

“wtf (name)?” you showed hobie the text and he huffed. after you put your phone back into your pocket you grabbed hobies hand “dance with me baeee” he didn’t say anything back but just followed you to wherever everyone else was dancing. miles irking ass mustve been looking for u cause you saw him out the corner of eye so you just turned the other direction and continued swaying w the fine nigga behind u.

MILES POV!!

“(name) won’t fucking respond, gwen doesn’t mean anything to me. she was upset ab-about her dad! and i was tryna be there for her. i don’t love her i love (name) with everything in me. i would never hurt her. and hobie really? his big lanky ass is built like a deep breath. he stay plotting on my relationship.” miles said out loud to his empty car trying to convince no one but himself. he scrambled his mind for an excuse but it always came to one thing. “shit, how i do that to her. why would i do that to her.” he opened his phone to 5 new messages from gwen. he didn’t read any of them just replied “it’s over, i don’t love u. and i don’t wanna see u again.” he went on instagram to pass time, clicking on your store first he saw hobie, ‘this nigga again ima beat the fuck out of his wide neck ass.’ he thought while getting out of the car and walking into the party. he talked with ganke and 42 miles before seeing u, and him. y’all made eye contact before he saw you turn around. ‘this nigga MUSTTTT wanna get fucked up, why he all up on my girl??’ he said under his breath as he walked up to the pair, “i need to talk to u.” you and hobie stopped dancing and faced miles, hobie looked him up and down and put his arm around your shoulder while miles acted like hobie wasn’t even there. “we have nothing to talk about.” the bluntness in your voice made miles eyes lower. “please baby l-“ “don’t call me that.” “please. let me explain” miles put his hand on your arm with pleading eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you first met, when you first kissed. he saw your face soften and he let go of your arm. hobie saw your face change too, as he turned around and you were about to follow him hobie grabbed your hand with a ‘are u sure?’ look, you smiled at him and he let go allowing u to catch up with miles.

he lead you to a secluded room and closed the door. when you turned on the lights the look on his face made you sympathize with him, his eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line. you decided to speak up first, “you really hurt me. ian done nothing but be good to u. why would u do that?” you say trying not to let your voice betray you. he snaps his head up at you hanging on to every word moving closer to you to make damn sure he didn’t miss a single syllable. “i love- i loved you miles. why didn’t u just be straight up and say u didn’t wanna be with me anymore.” you say refusing to look at him, especially in the eye. knowing if you did your mind would betray you. “i don’t know. i love you not her. i promise. remember our first anniversary? i told you i would never hurt you. but i did, i fucked up a good thing and im so sorry. you gave me a piece of your heart and i wasn’t careful with it like i should’ve been. like i will be. i need you princess, my pretty pretty princess. please.” he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him, he almost sounded sympathetic..?

YOUR POV!!

could he mean it? could he be sorry? your eyes softened as you looked into his own. you didn’t want to fall into his trap that was his gaze again, but you couldn’t help it. you never could, “i can’t trust you miles. i didn’t give you a piece of my heart, i gave you the whole thing. and i guess she did too, but you can’t hold two hearts in one hand.” u say breaking your face away from his hand, you were not going to let miles see you vulnerable again, he doesn’t say anything. “i think i need to distance myself. you don’t love me, and i refuse to put myself in the position to get humiliated again.” you say pushing past him to open the door as he stood there humiliated. his eyes filled with tears and he left the party, not wanting to see anyone. you walked back to the main room your throat burning as you held your tears in. you spotted hobie and said to him quietly “can we go?” he only took your hand and led you outside through all of the people. as you got in hobies car you texted margo, “hobies taking me home, text me later.” she didn’t reply probably because she was dancing or doing whatever w her bf “what happened?” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he drove to your house. “miles tried to apologize or whateva.” you said softly trying not to cry. hobie’s heart skipped a beat, he had feelings for you and if you went back to the same boy who messed up such a perfect thing, he was gon blow the top off this bitch. “yea? whatchu say back?” he say rubbing your thigh trying to play it off but it was really eating him up inside. “i told him i couldn’t be with someone i didn’t trust.” you say to him looking at him as his face relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “that’s good, you deserve so much better. you deserve everything.” he whispered the last bit but you heard it all too clear. you widen your eyes before turning your head out the window. “are you hungry? we could go get something to eat whatever u want.” “i think i just want you to go home with me.” you said turning your head to look back at him, u could hear the grin in his voice,

“okay pretty. let’s go home”

#black reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #hobart brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #black fem reader #margo kess #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year ago

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This Love Came Back to Me (5)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Five Word Count: 4.1K

Part Four :: Series Masterlist

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Friday couldn’t come fast enough, but when it finally did, Bradley felt like it dragged on forever. He hadn’t looked forward to a weekend this much in quite awhile, and he knew you were the reason.

He hadn’t been able to see you since your date on Monday, having late nights on base the rest of the week. He had been tempted to make the 25 minute drive from his apartment to yours each and every night, but the notion of going too fast too soon had crept up in the back of his mind. You had settled into a relationship that felt stronger and more hopeful than what it had been seven months ago, but he was still mindful of the fact that it was, in some ways, new.

But it was Friday, and you had plans to spend the weekend together again, and he couldn’t wait. He smiled even thinking about seeing you. The nightly phone calls you had all week were great, but they were nothing compared to seeing you in person.

He was on his way home now, windows down and tapping on the steering wheel in rhythm with the 80s playlist flowing from the speakers. You were coming to his place this time and he knew you wouldn’t be too far behind, having texted him when you left your office.

Bradley’s smile slipped slightly as he thought about that.

It had taken everything in him not to track that douchebag that you worked with down when you told him about the comments he had made to you on Monday, and then how he had almost certainly purposefully run into you. The thought of him physically touching you made him want to be sick. And then he had the audacity to send you flowers in return the very next day.

It went beyond just not knowing how to take a hint, of that he was certain. He couldn’t wait for you to get out of there. He knew you had met with HR earlier in the week and that nothing had really come of it aside being told they’d “look into it.” It was frustrating, but he knew there was nothing he could do but be there as support. You had spent the week working on your resume and job hunting, one of the reasons he hadn’t pushed to drive out to you every night. He was just as anxious for you to find something new as you were.

You deserved so much more than what you were getting.

He had barely taken his shoes off once he was home when there was a knock on his apartment door. He opened it quickly, and he swore, you damn near took his breath away. For a moment, he couldn’t do much more than stare at you, standing there smiling at him, twirling your keys around your finger.

“Hey there, Aviator.”

Your voice broke him out of his stupor and he reached out. You giggled as he pulled you through the doorway and into his chest, the door slamming shut once you were inside. He kissed you firmly, tasting the sound of your laugh.

“Missed you this week,” he murmured against your lips.

“Yeah?”

He shook his head at the shy tone you had adopted and kissed you again. He felt your grin get even bigger before you pulled away. Your gaze swept over him, and when you gave a low whistle, he felt a flush creep up his neck, even as he cocked an eyebrow.

“See something you like?”

“I never saw you in your uniform much,” you shrugged, eyes lingering on his pins. Your finger brushed over his last name. “You look good in khaki.”

“You look good in anything.”

He shot you a wink when you rolled your eyes. He squeezed your hip before letting you go, and you followed him further into the apartment. He asked you about your day as he grabbed you a glass of water.

“Can we not talk about work tonight?”

He set your cup down slowly in front of you, considering your question. You didn’t seem upset, or like you were avoiding talking about something. Your eyes were still shining and a soft smile remained on your face. So instead of pushing, he nodded.

“I have a proposition for you, then.”

You looked at him curiously, and Bradley cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. It was something he had been thinking about all week, really. His friends had seen him leave the bar with you on Friday night, and he had strategically avoided all the text messages over the weekend aside from responding with a “I’m alive, but busy. See you at work.” in the group chat. He had arrived on base on Monday to a firing squad of questions. You had met all of his friends before, but Nat was the only one who really knew how hung up on you he had remained after your breakup. She was more cautious than the others in their excitement that he had gotten back together with you. It had taken a private conversation for her to show how happy she was for him; he was pretty sure he still had a bruise from where she had punched his arm when he jokingly cooed about her concern for his feelings.

Still, despite knowing all of his friends were supportive, he wanted them to see for themselves how happy you made him, how the two of you were good. Strong. And, if he was honest with himself, he selfishly wanted to show you off a bit, too.

“How do you feel about going to the Hard Deck with me tonight? Phoenix and the rest of the guys will be there. We can stay in if you’d rather-”

“Bradley,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his chest. Fond amusement was written all over your face as you nodded. “I’d love to.”

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Bradley was hit with a bit of deja vu when he walked into the Hard Deck later that night. He couldn’t help but think about how last week at this time, he was spotting you from across the bar before you beelined your way over to him and back into his life, tilting his entire world on its axis. The bar was just as crowded, but this time, he was walking into it with his hand clasped tightly in yours.

He knew his friends were in the back corner that they’re always in. Slipping his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt, he started to pull you in that direction when you stopped him with your free hand wrapping around his arm.

“Can we get drinks first?”

Looking down at you, he noticed how your eyes were slightly wider than normal, and how you seemed to bounce on your feet a little before settling.

You were nervous.

For some reason, that made his heart skip a beat.

He gave you a soft smile and cupped your cheek with the hand not holding yours, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Without a word, he changed direction and headed to the bar instead. You kept ahold of both his arm and his hand the entire time, but he didn’t mind a single bit.

“Hey,” he murmured once Penny had set your drinks on the bar in front of you. He waited until you met his eyes to speak. “I’m really glad you’re here with me tonight, Bug.”

Some of the anxiety on your face fell at his words, a breath of air leaving your painted lips. You pushed up on your toes to kiss him, pulling away way too soon for his liking.

“Me too.”

He held his bottle up between you with a wink, and you laughed lightly, clinking yours against it before you both took a sip. He arched his eyebrows in question and with another deep breath, you nodded. With a hand on the small of your back, Bradley guided you in the direction of his friends.

It was obvious the moment you were spotted by the group of aviators. Loud calls of both of your names rang out, along with some obnoxious whistling that had him rolling his eyes. Everyone greeted you happily, a few of the guys even offering quick hugs. Nat’s the last one to approach, her eyebrow arched in a way that is so very Phoenix as she drew out your name. She smirked in Bradley’s direction before looking back at you.

“You didn’t learn your lesson the first time? This guy is a pain in the ass, but he’s your problem now. You can only return him once. It’s in the policy.”

He let out a breath of relief he didn’t even realize he was holding. You laughed, accepting the brief hug that his best friend gave you.

“That’s okay,” you assured her, looking up at him briefly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep him then.”

He smiled and shook his head, but his heart pounded in his chest and he felt warm all over from the implication of your words.

It didn’t take long for you to get sucked into conversations. You really had gotten along well with everyone before, and it seemed like time hadn’t affected that, either. Bradley loved seeing you laughing and having fun, effortlessly fitting in with the people who he considered family and who meant the most to him. It just solidified what he already knew, which was that you were meant to be here with him.

You finished your second drink about an hour later, and Bradley kissed your cheek as he said he would go grab another for the both of you. But you shook your head as you slid off the stool you had been sitting on, telling him that you needed to go to the bathroom anyway and would just grab another round on your way back.

“I’ll go with you,” Nat chirped. He let out a soft “umph” when she shoved her pool cue in his chest, telling him to take over her game for her. You giggled softly as the two of you walked away. Bradley watched your back until you disappeared from view. When he turned back, everyone was looking at him with varying levels of amusement.

“Shut up,” he muttered, prompting laughter. He rolled his eyes as he moved to take the vacated spot at the pool table, and after some expected teasing that he took proudly, the conversation shifted to the trip Coyote was planning on taking next month.

It had been less than ten minutes, nothing to really be concerned about considering how busy the bar was, when Fanboy nudged his arm with a laugh.

“Yo, Rooster. I think Phoenix is roping your girl into one of her bar fights.”

Bradley’s eyebrows knitted together as Fanboy’s words registered, but once they did, he turned quickly to look where he was pointing. Red-hot anger surged through him as soon as he spotted you, because it wasn’t just anyone Phoenix was going toe to toe with - it was Paul.

The pool cue clattered to the ground and he was moving before anyone could say anything.

Phoenix was standing beside you, an annoyed look on her face. But it was your expression that had him forgetting his manners as he pushed through the crowd. You were holding your arm close to your chest, your mouth slightly opened in shock or disbelief or both. You looked startled, and your eyes were wide with something that looked far too close to fear than Bradley was comfortable with.

When he was close enough, he could hear Phoenix spewing something about personal space. Similar to how he was with him last week, though, Paul was looking right past her with his focus trained solely on you.

“Hey!” he called, and three sets of eyes plus a few onlookers turned to him as he stormed up. He pushed himself between you and the red headed man, effectively blocking you from view.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled out.

Paul’s eyes widened at first, before a flash of anger went over his face that settled into a cool indifference much too quickly to be genuine. But he didn’t look surprised. Instead, it was like he had been anticipating this confrontation and had prepared himself.

“I’m not here to talk to you,” he replied. He shifted like he was trying to peer around Bradley’s larger frame to see you, but Bradley mimicked the movement. Paul’s jaw ticked in annoyance.

“Yeah, well you aren’t here to talk to her either,” Bradley snapped. His voice was filled with a steely determination that he doesn’t think he’s ever heard come out of his mouth. “You’ve bothered her enough.”

“I’m not bothering her!”

Bradley scoffed at the absolutely delusional words he was hearing. It was only your hands settling on his back and your body heat as you stepped closer that prevented him from completely losing it. He reached back to settle a hand on your body while keeping himself in front of you. His jaw clenched as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

“Whatever little crush you have on her, you keep it to yourself from now on. No more coffees or flowers or any of that bullshit you’ve been pulling. Leave her the fuck alone. She doesn’t want you, man.”

Paul finally stopped trying to look around and snapped his eyes to him at that. Gone was the indifference that was there before. What replaced it was something that had Bradley tensing even more. His eyes were cold, infuriated even. The red head huffed out an angry breath, his spine straightening as he took a step forward.

“And you think you’re good enough for her?” he hissed. His hands shot forward and pressed into Bradley’s broad chest like he was trying to push him, but the larger man barely budged. That seemed to just make him angrier and he repeated the motion. This time, Bradley pushed him back with the hand not touching you. Unlike him, the smaller man stumbled back several steps, nearly losing his balance. Bradley went to take a step forward as his anger surges, but your grip on him tightened, the fabric of his shirt clenched in your hands. He heard you whisper his name into his back, your tone urgent and pleading.

“Please,” you said, “he’s not worth it.”

The air was tense, and more than just those in their immediate surroundings had begun to notice the confrontation happening. Bradley kept his eyes trained on the person who had caused you nothing but stress and who had put the fear in your eyes, but it seemed the man in question had noticed how all of their friends had pushed through the crowd and joined them. It was clear whose side they were on, even if they had no context as to what was going on right now.

Still, though, it was like Paul was weighing his options and his chances as he glanced around. Bradley almost couldn’t believe it.

“Is there a problem?”

Penny, as always, had impeccable timing. Payback and Bob moved to the side easily to let her through, and though she was speaking and looking at Bradley with raised eyebrows, he could tell that she knew it wasn’t him who was the issue.

Before he could say anything though, Phoenix spoke up.

“As a matter of fact, there is. This douchebag here doesn’t understand keeping his hands to himself or the word no. Rooster was just giving him a friendly reminder.”

Bradley’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched at the thought of him having touched you. The only thing keeping him from really reminding him was your forehead between his shoulder blades and the grip you had on him.

Penny knew them all well enough to know they’d never bullshit her, so she simply nodded.

“You disrespect a woman or the Navy in my bar, you buy a round. Since you seemed to do both without even bothering to start a tab, I’ll make it easier for you by telling you to get the hell out and not come back.”

She only briefly looked at the outsider as she spoke to him. She nodded at the guys, instruction enough to make sure her orders were followed through; she knew they would - they always did, and this was one of their own.

Perhaps the first smart decision he had made that night, Paul seemed to realize just how outnumbered he was. He spoke your name in a last ditch effort to get your attention. You pressed yourself closer to Bradley’s back at the sound of it. He was unmoving in front of you.

“Go,” he growled out. “Now.”

He turned to leave with a sigh. Before he could get far, though, Bradley stepped away from you and grabbed his arm. He knew his grip was tighter than it needed to be by the way the smaller man winced. Good. He stepped up to him, leaning down to speak directly into his ear, his voice laced with venom and a clear warning. “You’re going to leave her the fuck alone, or you won’t be walking out of here next time. I can promise you that.”

Paul glared up at him, but Bradley knew he heard. He released his arm with a sneer and watched as he scurried away, Fanboy and Coyote following to make sure he left like Penny had requested. It was only once he saw them go through the front door that he turned, and as soon as he did, he had your face in his hands.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your eyes were still wide as you stared up at him. He watched as you took a shaky breath and it took everything in him not to follow Paul into the parking lot and introduce him to his fist. But you were his priority here - you always would be. “Baby, what-”

“That guy was a fucking creep and his beady little eyes might be in my nightmares now.”

Your eyelids fluttered shut at Phoenix’s words and you turned your head just slightly away from her and into his hand, like you didn’t want anyone to see your moment of weakness. He wondered if perhaps Paul would be in your nightmares, too, or if he already has been. He felt queasy at the thought.

“I think we could use another drink after that,” Nat continued decisively, turning to you and asking if you were in.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you and saw how you bit the inside of your cheek by how your lips pursed and how you took a deep breath in through your nose. He could practically see the calm mask drop over your face as you opened your eyes. You sent him a tight lipped smile and squeezed his wrists, nodding once.

He hesitated for a moment before he reluctantly let his hands drop from your face.

You forced as much joy into your tone as possible, telling his best friend that another drink sounded like just the thing you needed. When the other aviators who had gathered dispersed either to the bar or back to their regular spot, though, Bradley held you back.

“We don’t have to stay,” he assured you. Selfishly, part of him wanted you to say you were ready to go, so he could take you back to his place and hold you tightly for the rest of the night, assuring you but also himself that you weren’t hurt. But you shook your head at his words.

“He’s not ruining this for me more than he already has. For either of us. Just….one more drink.”

He spoke your name gently and shook his head, not quite knowing what to say.

“Please, B.”

Your soft, quiet voice cracked slightly and your eyes were pleading with him, and god, Bradley hated this so much. He hated him so much.

But he pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing you in for a long moment as you clung to him in return. Then he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you back to where you had been sitting before, accepting the drinks that Nat had gotten for the both of you.

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You were quiet on the drive back to his apartment. Too quiet, in a way that left Bradley feeling on edge and out of his depth. You had pushed through two more drinks at the Hard Deck, a smile on your face and laughing at everyone’s jokes as you stayed integrated into the conversations happening around you. It was almost like the altercation with Paul hadn’t even affected you, you were so convincing. But he knew better. He could see the way your eyes had darted more often than usual to the entrance, or how your brows knitted together in thought if you went too long without talking.

You were both the strongest and the most stubborn woman that he had ever known, and it wasn’t until after Jake and Nat had both slunk off and the others were starting up another round of pool that some of your facade had faded. You had barely needed to say his name before he was leading you out of the bar after a few quick goodbyes. You had kept a tight hold on his arm as you walked toward the Bronco. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surveying the packed parking lot more than he normally would, and he knew you were doing the same.

You kept your gaze out the window, your hands in your lap. He could hear the sharp snap, snap, snap of your hair tie against your wrist and finally Bradley reached over to place his hand over yours, stopping you from the unconscious coping mechanism you had. You didn’t say anything, but you turned your palm up and laced your fingers through his, squeezing his hand instead. He kept it there in your lap until he pulled into his designated parking space.

You still didn’t look at him once he turned the ignition off, and Bradley felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin with how the silence was killing him.

With a sigh, he climbed out of the car, walking slowly around the back of it to your door, trying to give you a moment by yourself, no matter how brief.

He mustered a smile when he opened the door to the passenger side. You did your best to return the gesture, but it was half hearted. He was just extending his hand to help you out when you finally spoke.

“I think maybe I should go back to my place tonight.”

Your words made his heart stutter in his chest for all the wrong reasons. He took a deep breath and clenched his jaw, clearing his throat when the words got stuck in it.

“Is that what you want?” he gritted out, trying his best to keep his voice neutral. It was the opposite of what he wanted - what he needed, truthfully. He had promised to do everything to support you, and he knew being alone was something you valued sometimes, but god damnit, the thought of you alone in your house as upset as what he knew you were, even if you weren’t showing it, didn’t sit well with him at all. He wanted you here with him, just like the two of you had planned.

He hated that dickhead for making you feel like this. He should’ve followed him into the damn parking lot.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, and when you released it from between your teeth, he could see how it wobbled. Bradley’s heart clenched.

“Not really,” you admitted, your voice cracking with the words.

“Then why?”

You shrugged miserably, shaking your head. You didn’t say it, but he could make guesses as to what you were thinking. You were too much. You didn’t want him to see you upset. He shouldn’t have to put up with this.

The possibilities were all bullshit and couldn't be further from the truth.

Bradley took a step closer until he physically couldn’t anymore, blocked by the car frame. He brushed his thumb over your cheek and you leant into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Come inside, Bug. Please.”

You took a few deep breaths and his heart was in his throat until you finally gave a shaky nod and unbuckled your seatbelt.

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thezombieprostitute · 22 days ago

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I recently saw a pair of ladies' underwear available online (I swear this is the most questionable way I've ever begun a message to someone, I swear I was just shopping) that had the text 'Achievement Unlocked' printed on the front, and that made me think of Jake & Tech Tuesdays. 😅 Just thought I'd share in case you were amused by it.

This is definitely going in the Jake & Sunshine Flashback Files.

Summary: Jake knows he's the luckiest man in the world and it's all because of you.

Warnings: Mild smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: ~2.1k

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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Jake was nervous. More nervous than he'd ever been in his life. And he'd been shot at before! It was your first date and he really wanted things to go well. You were so beautiful, kind, funny, smart and he was just a dork who got by everyone that he talked too much. Well, everyone but you told him that. It was another reason he felt he really needed to make this date perfect. No one else treated him so well and he knew he had to treat you like the angel of mercy and light you were to him.

What he didn't know was that you were just as nervous. The cute IT guy who never dissuaded you from talking about your interests, even shared your interests, was taking you on a date! You knew you weren't likely to find someone else as sweet. Well, sweet for now. A part of you was kept in check, reminding you that upfront kindness and interest rarely lasted longer than a month or so. Still, Jake felt different than those other guys. You felt so safe around him, and that counts for a lot!

Jake hits the buzzer for your apartment right on time. He'd been standing there for at least 20 minutes but didn't want to hit the button too early or too late. When you confirm it's him you hit the button to let him up and do all the last second preparations you think you need to make. He knocks on the door and you open it to find him holding a bouquet of yarn skeins. Your hands fly to your mouth in surprise and you bounce on your toes with excitement. Jake breathes a sigh of relief at the evidence that it was the right move.

Your first date is a blur of laughter, friendly conversation, and even some snuggling. Being the gentleman that he is, Jake walks you to your building door and you both feel the sparks fly at your first kiss. You won't know it for a few more months but after you parted ways for the night, you both did an excited victory dance.

It's your second date and you're so much more giddy than nervous. You and Jake had been messaging each other so much at work you were scared HR was going to step in. And you continued to have your lunches together whenever you could. You marveled at the fact that Jake hadn't seemed to tire of you talking about your favorite shows and movies.

Jake was equally happy that he could talk to you about his favorite things. He could jabber on and on and you would never scoff at him, derisively call him a nerd, ask him who cares about these things. And you would counter with your own good points and perspectives. He swears your conversations are the highlight of his days.

In fact, your second date was just an extended version of your lunch dates, but neither of you seemed to mind. You were both so comfortable and enjoying the time together. There was significantly more snuggling and you didn't wait for Jake to walk you to your door before you started kissing him. Jake was internally struggling to keep himself in check. Desperately wanting to make you happy, overjoyed at the affection, and trying to pay attention to your signals so he wouldn't overstep.

You wanted to bring Jake up to your apartment but you also didn't want to move too fast. He was so sweet, smart and strong and you didn't want to ruin it. Gently pushing his chest, he gets the hint and lets up. You thank him for a wonderful night and kiss the tip of his nose before giggling and asking him for a third date. Any fear you had that he'd be disappointed was gone the second his smile grew and his eyes lit up.

The work week before your third date was grueling. You were both so eager for the weekend, for unfettered access to each other, it made the work days go by so much slower. The two of you spent your lunches practically cuddling as you ate, exchanging little kisses. You'd been told that, so long as your work wasn't affected, HR would not step in. Though you're pretty sure you've seen some coworkers roll their eyes at you.

You try not to take it to heart when one or two of them give you a "friendly warning" about him losing interest after he gets sex. Jake's already so delightfully different from other guys you dated. He actually listened to you about your likes and dislikes. He didn't get you flowers, he got you yarn! He didn't order for you at restaurants. He didn't do backhanded compliments. He felt so genuine.

In fact, you felt so confident about Jake that, during your lunch, you asked him if he'd be willing to change up the plans for that weekend's date.

"What did you have in mind?" he stammers, hoping the last minute change isn't a bad sign.

"I was thinking," you hesitate a little. "I was thinking you could come over to my place and...and I'll cook? And we can watch movies together?" Heat rushes to your face as you start second guessing yourself.

Jake takes your hand, "that sounds awesome! Is there anything you want me to bring? Do you want me to help cook? I'm not much of a cook, but I can definitely clean up! Oh, and would you like me to bring some of my DVDs? We can compare libraries if you'd like."

You giggle, feeling a lot better than you did a few seconds ago. "Well, you said you have the Collector's Edition Highlander?"

He beams, "I'll happily bring it!"

As soon as he gets to his desk, Jake immediately calls up his friend, Cougar, for advice. He explains the conversation and Cougar just chuckles and says, "relax. Take a deep breath and be yourself. She's clearly into it."

"Thanks for that," Jake sarcastically replies.

"You're welcome," Cougar replies before hanging up.

Jake arrives with the promised DVD and, in lieu of a bouquet, he hands you a floral Lego set that has you bouncing on your toes in delight. As you let Jake inside he takes a deep breath and his mouth is immediately watering at the delicious smells from the kitchen. His cheeks turn pink as you both hear the grumbling from his stomach.

"Please tell me you've eaten today," you say, a little giggle in your voice.

"I...I'm pretty sure I did," he replies, his hand running through his hair as his cheeks redden. "I know I ate breakfast, I can promise that much." In truth he'd spent so much of the day nervous about the date he'd done everything except eat.

"You need to take better care of yourself," you gently chide with a kiss to his cheek. "I hope you don't mind that it's only spaghetti and garlic bread."

"'Only'? That sounds divine! And not just because I'm hungry."

"I'm glad to hear it," you confess. "I just need to dish it up and then we can eat. You can go ahead and sit."

Jake goes to the table, "which chair is yours?" You give him a confused look so he continues, "I mean, I'm a guest. I don't want to take your favorite spot. If you prefer this chair or that, I'll take the other one."

You smile in understanding and direct him to the chair that's further from the kitchen.

You bring out the plates and can't help but giggle at how he looks like such an eager puppy. The two of you talk, conversation flowing easily. Though you've only known each other a few months, it really feels like you've been together forever. There's a feeling of safety in each other's presence that makes you want to be together for the rest of forever.

When the meal is over you suggest it's time to start the movie, but as it starts up, neither of you is really paying much attention. Instead your both very aware of each other's presence. Jake had trouble keeping his breathing steady as you snuggled up to him. You had to fight to keep your hands in your lap, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Instead you opt to lay your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

That's when you decide to try to be a bit bold.

You move one of your hands to Jake's leg and gauge his reaction. You think you hear his breath hitch but he doesn't protest. You start slowly, gently rubbing your hand along the leg of his jeans and his breathing definitely quickens.

"I can stop if you'd like me to," you rasp. You'd been so focused on Jake's breathing you hadn't realized how much your own had quickened.

Jake's brain is in panic mode. He wants you to never stop touching him, but he doesn't want you to feel like you have to. Then again, you're offering to keep going, you started this of your own volition. "Please don't stop," he finally croaks out.

"Would...would you like me to touch more than just your leg?" The groan Jake lets out makes you feel like his brain has just short circuited and needs a restart. "I mean, we don't have to. Especially if you're not comfortable with it." You remove your hand from his leg. "I never want you to be uncomfortable. I'm so sorry if I--".

You're cut off by Jake grabbing both sides of your face and bringing you in for a deep kiss. Your body moves mostly on instinct as you move to straddle him, and he moans into your mouth as you settle over his hard-on. You gently roll your hips and he whimpers, making the corners of your mouth turn up into a smile. You pull away from him and giggle as his lips follow yours.

"Not...not to be...too forward," you gasp, "but would...would you like to um, to...the bedroom?"

Jake looks into your eyes and sees how hopeful yet scared you are. He wants nothing more than to live up to that hope. He's so scared he's going to disappoint you. That it'll be a deal-breaker for you if he's not good enough in bed. In truth, disappointing you feels like it would break him. At the same time, if he doesn't take you up on your offer, you'll be disappointed as well. He ends up nodding his heading, not trusting himself to speak.

"Are you sure, Jakey? I need you to tell me 'yes'."

"Yes, oh dear lord, yes. I want you so badly that I'm scared I'll disappoint you. Please, yes, I've wanted this for so long--"

He's cut off by your finger moving over his lips in a shushing fashion as you giggle. "You don't have to prove anything," you promise. You get off of his lap and hold out your hand for him. He accepts, kissing the back of your hand, then up your arm, then along your collarbone, making you giggle again.

You lead him to your bedroom and sit on the bed before pulling him over you. He's very careful not to crush you but when you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him in close he loses a little control. You moan as you feel more of his weight on you and he lets his hands roam everywhere he can get them.

As clothes start to come off you marvel at how muscular Jake really is. You'd known he was strong but seeing it was something else. You trace your fingers along some of his tattoos as he works over your breasts. He's fondling, pinching, licking, nipping and you swear you're going to lose your mind from how good it feels. You start moaning his name and Jake swears he's in heaven.

"Jake," you coo, making him stop everything so he can listen to you. "Wanna feel you inside me, please?"

"You're too good to me, Sunshine," he rasps.

He starts pulling off your pants but stops when he sees your panties. They have the Xbox Achievement Unlocked icon. Jake looks at you and give him a sly smile and a wink.

"I...I may have planned for this," you confess, heat rushing to your face. "I just...wanted to be prepared."

Jake laughs and kisses you all over, feeling a renewed sense of calm. A sense that he was going to be okay. That you were his safe space.

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He saw those panties again a few years later on your wedding night.

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kyurizeu · 2 years ago

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Uncalled for— ‼️CHAPTER ONE‼️

(Pls someone teach me to use tumblr😭)

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Summary: u accidentally sent a text to Jake making the best accidentever.

Genre: ‼️, EVENTUAL FLUFF AND SMUT‼️

Wc:

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, hickeys, unprotected sex (use a condom fr), rude speaking and cursing, parises, more lmk if i missed smt!!

Pairing: Reader X Jake, maybe mentions of other pairs…

This is the unchecked version

I wrote this on a boat in 2 hrs😭

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Jake was your best friend Yeonjuns ”bro” and was in the same frat house as Him too, so you know him pretty well. Last Saturday you accidentally sent Jake a picture of yourself trying on a bikini at a store, because he had the same profile picture as your Bsf Hanni. He replied with “Y/N? Wtf” And instantly you realised that you sent it to Jake and your heart dropped to your stomach. Now… you have to face him again on monday, this will horrible since you two always walk to class in the morning cuz you both have 70 mins of math at 8:30 on mondays.

(Monday 5th of September 2022)

You wake up irritated by loud and obnoxious knocking at your bedroom door. You knew in your heart it was Soobin (your annoying ass brother). “FUCK OFF SOOBIN” you throw your teddy mr. hugs towards your door just in time for Soobin to open the door and get hit in the face with mr. hugs. “You idiot it’s already 7:46!!!” He opens ur curtains and tries to pull the blanket off of you. “Stopp…” you irritatedly bicker.

He suddenly stops to look at your neck and starts hitting your legs. “Y/N WHY DO YOU HAVE HICKEYS?! WHO ARE THEY FROM?!” He shook your half asleep body back to life.

“Gosh Soobin… i have no idea what your talking about. Let me go.” “NO Y/N YOU HAVE LIKE 8 HICKEYS ON YOUR NECK!” You only now realised what he said and you finally opened your eyes “wait WHAT?!” You instantly jump out of bed to look in the mirror only to see 8 purple and red marks on your neck. “I- who did this?! I can’t remember anything..” Soobin just got a laughter attack and you ran downstairs just to see Yeonjun in the Kitchen.

“Y/n you’re awake! I made u a sandwich cuz i know u slept too late. Wait what is on ur neck—“ you ran into the bathroom and quickly put your hair into a surprisingly cute bun covered you face and sadly neck with concealer and applied some lip oil and then ran back upstairs to your room only cor your delight Soobin was still laughing and had something in his hands.

“SOOBIN WHAT IS THAT?!” He flinched a little and ran away knowing you’d hit him if you felt like it. Soobin was holding your phone and as you looked at the locked screen, you saw all the messages you got last night. You were not in the mood to read group texts from your class about the party you apparently made out w someone random OR WORSE fucked last night at.

“Y/N LETS GO YEONJUN IS DRIVING ME TO SCHOOL RN HE CAN DROP U OFF TOO!!!” Soobin is seariously the most annoying man in this whole universe but atleast he’s a use sometimes getting u rides to school. “COMINGG!!”

You got into Yeonjuns car with his sandwich in your mouth. You three just sat in silence as the sound of ur chewing on your sandwich filled the car until Soobin opened his idiotic mouth: “So Y/n… who’s the hickey guy??” Yeonjun laughed in a teasing tone and you groaned. “Seariously i have no idea, i think i just made out with a random guy at yesterday’s party at Niki’s house..” they quickly glance at each other “oh so the party was at nikis house huh? Gotta ask him later today abt it…” Yeonjun sounded a little worried “huh why??” You knew they liked Niki because he was a part of their huge friend group of 12 but somehow they seemed to be suspicious about Niki.

“Niki knows hella lot of people and we weren’t at that party cuz we were at a bar 21+ w some of our bros but… Niki is just 18… i guess he just hosted his own party then.” You shrugged and ate your sandwich until the car stopped at your favourite cafe called belle vue.

“Alr bye y/n!” Soobin and yeonjun yelled in a duo. “Oh nah i’m not going here today… just drop me off with Soobin.” Yeonjun and Soobin furrowed their eyebrows a bit confused.. “aren’t you walking with Jake today? Don’t you two always get morning coffee and walk to school together?”

“Mmhm yeah nor anymore… dw tho it’s nothing important.” Soobin let out a sigh that sounded like he slipped the word “girl drama” out of his lips so you stepped on the back of his seatbelt and made him cough. “Okay no you’re getting all of us coffee or we leave you to walk here, its 8:16 so you’ll be late if u walk!” Soobin is such an arse.. “fine ugh, but u two ARE paying me back. and i SWEAR TO GOD if i see jake in there. I will throw ur coffees on this car.” You left into the cafe angrily. “Shes scary, but funny”

You stepped into the cafe and ordered the coffees and the thing you feared the most, ofc it happened. Jake, Jake sim was behind you in line to get coffee and when you turned to leave the cafe you accidentally made eye contact with him.

“Here are your coffees but be glad I didn’t pour them on the car Because SIM FUCKING JAK-”

“YO JAKE!! you want a ride to school? U’ll be late if u walk!” Yeonjun waved his hands through the car window aignaling Jake to come in the car. “Fuck” you sigh.

The ride to school was awkward. Jake, Yeonjun and Soobin were being just as annoying as usual but something was off with Jake. Jake seemed to look at you more than usual. Then all of the sudden Jake whispered: “I wonder how you got all those hickeys…” with a smirk.

You got really anxious and just whispered back: “i wish i remembered.” Which seemed to make Jake a bit annoyed.

Finally Yeonjun parked his car and you instantly saw your friend group waiting for u inside the building.

You walked to class with Jake but it was just quiet the whole time. It was a really awkward day on its own but finally your favourite part of the day, LUNCH!!!

(I’m using a different way of speaking lines i hope yall r ok w it just cuz theres many speakers!)

Hanni: “y/n you never told us what happened after you left the party to go upstairs!!!”

Chaewon: “yeah well i think your neck explains a lot…”

Y/n: “shut up… I actually can’t even remember who did this to me. I’m worried if i did more that just hickeys…”

Chaeryong: “GURL YOI DONT EVEN KNOW?!! IT WAS JAKE”

Y/n: “fuck no. FUCK NO.”

Kazuha: “wait don’t you like him though?”

Y/n: “i.. yeah i guess but something awkward happened on saturday and i didn’t know that we spoke after that and i also saw him today gosh it was SO awkward… WHAT HAVE I DONEE!?” You rub your eyes on your hands and bang your head against the table.

Danielle: “it’s fine dw well help you… but first, what happened on saturday?”

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You decided to call Jake on Wednesday because the atmosphere was so awkward around him the past couple days.

“Hey y/n?”

“H-hi Jake i just… wanted to chat a little if thats okay with you..?”

“Oh- i mean s-sure whats up?

“So i just kind of have to apologise.. i’ve been awkward with you for these couple of days because i… I don’t remember sunday at all and i don’t know what to say to you after the text.. thing.

“I can’t tell you over the phone y/n. I’m coming over”

He hung up the call and you instantly got ready for him.

In about 10 minutes he was at the door and as you walked downstairs you saw Soobin at the door talking to Jake and u quickly yanked Jake by his arm to your room.

“Explain.” You say as soon as the door shuts. “Y/n, i told you at that party that i loved the picture you sent me.”

“Y-you loved, It?” You began blushing. “Yes, you told me you had feelings for me. So… we made out… i’m sorry if you didn’t want to”

“Oh trust me i wanted to. I want even more.” He instantly looked at you, after a while you looked at his lips and he instantly leaned closer to you. You pulled him closer to you by his hoodie collar crashing your lips on his and he placed his delicate veiny hands behind your neck also pulling you closer to him. He pinned you on your bed and started sliding his hands all around your now sweating and hot body. You kept the deep never ending kiss going while you slid your soft hand into his hoodie touching his abs, making you blush even more. He started undressing you and himself as you catch your breath. Suddenly you’re not wearing anything but your matching underwear. He was wearing only his boxers but not for long.

He slid his hand in your panties to get you ready for him and he adored you as you whimpered already under his touch. “You’re so wet for me. Are you ready to take all of me in?” You mumble between moans: “yes Jake please.” “Oh but i don’t have a condom-“ “it’s fine i’m on the pill, just- fuck me Jake.”

He flipped you over to the doggy position ripping your panties off and he gave his cock a few strokes and already started lining himself up in your entrance. “You’re so wet already” As soon as his tip touched your pussy lips you started shivering and felt like heaven. He pushed his cock all the way in and you felt something you’ve never felt before, it was so deep inside of your cunt that it seemed like a reflex to moan as loud as you could. “You’re so tight Y/n, god you feel amazing though.” He placed his hands on your waist to guide you and started thrusting quicker by the second. You moaned like never before. You felt the familiar knot building up in your lower stomach. “J-Jake i-i’m gonna cum..” you managed to get out of your mouth between moans. “Oh no, not yet babe. He slowed down teasing you and after a minute or two he started quickening his pace again adding his fingers on your clit making you cry out in pleasure. “You’re taking me so well” he said while groaning making you sense that he’s close too. “I-I’m cumming Jake!!”

You came on his dick and almost immediately after he painted your walls white with his cum. “You did so well princess.” He caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on the lips. You both fell onto the bed panting, he made sure you’re alright and he cleaned you twos mess. After all that you two kissed for a couple more minutes and chatted about what just happened… then suddenly-

Soobin just opened the door and gave you two a side eye “quiet down next time.” And left the door open.

You and Jake quickly looked at each other scared and you chuckled awkwardly.

Well great…

After a while you walked with him downstairs and as soon as he left you heard another door open. “CHOI Y/N WHAT WAS THAT?” Soobin ran downstairs to yell at you. “Are you seariously fucking jake?” You felt the atmosphere getting awkward. “Y-Yes i am i suppose…” “SINCE WHEN Y/N?!” He seemed to be a bit panicked… “well, since today…” “it was HELL listening to you, did you forget that I am at home or were you too cockdrunk?” “Did you use protection?!” “IS HE BLACKMAILING YOU?!” “Did he lose a bet-“ He kept asking so so many questions you couldn’t keep up. “Shut up dumbass, No, no, no, no. Can i just.. process what just happened..?” You’re walking upstairs to the shower while soobin is following your every step. “Okay. WAIT YOU DIDNT USE PROTECTION?! Y/N” he screamed after you locked the bathroom door. “I’ve got it under control bro chill out.” He left and you went into a hot steamy shower.

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CHAPTER 2 WILL BE WRITTEN IF YOU GUYS WANT IT SO LIKE THE POST PLS😘🫶

#jake smut #jake sim #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction

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akaakeis · 3 months ago

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HEY HEY HEEEEYYYYYYY bokuto moment

HI SAV<33

first of all shut up and pretend I didn't see ur sideblog posts THE THING IS I LOVE LOVE LOVE SENDING ASKS BUT LIKE I DIDN'T KNOW IF ITD BE FREAKY TO SEND RANDOM ASS ASKS TO YOU EVEN THO I BLEAT IN UR DMS EVERY OTHER SECOND

N E WAYS HIIII im having lunch rn !! IT RAINED SO BAD SO ITS LIKE 5PM AND IM STILL IN MY UNIFORM AND STUFF i had like.. stuff planned on my schedule and stuff :cccccc

dude the way i do NAWT feel like writing at all but also im dying to get yns pov in the first chapter like PICK A FUCKING SIDE OMFG literally had to pause writing this to think

TODAY I CORRECTED THE ENGLISH TEACHERS GRAMMAR IT WAS SO FUNNY LIKE I WAS WRITING AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS HUGE ASS WHITEBOARD SO I WAS KNEELING ON THE GROUND AND SHE GOES TO CORRECT SOMEONE'S (ALREADY CORRECT) GRAMMAR AND I LOOK UP TO HER LIKE UH NO THAT'S RIGHT ACTUALLY AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION IT JUST TOOK IT LIKE A CHAMP??? LIKE GIRL WHEN EVEN U KNOW UR WRONG????

THE SENTENCE WAS monica went to her grandmother's house for summer vacation AND SHE MADE IT WEIRDER SOUNDING "during vacation" LIKE GIRL NO??????????? sorry for ranting god im such a hater

AND LIKE THESE FUCKASS TEACHERS WONT SEE MY TEXTS (i love them) BUT THE EXACT SECOND I PULL UP TO THEM AT SCHOOL IM GETTING MY CHEEKS TUGGED AT LIKE "oh em gee alina u did such a great job we r sooo proud of u" DIE. AND IM SO SCARED CUZ IM NOT STUDYING PROPERLY OR ENOUGH I THINK AND MY SCHEDULE IS SO FREAKY AND WEIRD AND THE !! RAIN !! EW 🤮🤢🤮🤢 not that i hate the rain, it just conveniently happens NOT when im at home ready to go to school, but rather otw to school or otw home so i'm just late everywhere. also MY WATER BOTTLE DISAPPEARED?? AND THERES A GIRL W THIEVING TENDENCIES IN CLASS LIKE IM NOT POINTING FINGERS BUT BUT BUUUUUUUT um. ANWYAYS I SAW A SUBMERGED MOTORCYCLE AND ALSO MY CHEM TEACHER TAKING PICS OF THE FLOOD LIKE WTF HE WANT THEM FOR "look wife im not cheating im actually trapped in school"

dude.. biceps r so..... like... kuroo... IM LOWK A KUROO ENTHUSIAST HE IS SO YUMMY LIKE U JUST KNOW HED LET U BITE IT (my intrusive thoughts r like. if he existed irl. nom nom time) NOT EVEN IN A SEXUAL WAY BTW I JUST NEED A CHOMP

ANYWAYS I FOUND OUT LIKE RN THAT I GOT 77/90 IN PAPER 1 AND 95/110 IN PAPER 2 OF BANGLA AND I ONLY GOT AN A* BECAUSE OF THE THRESHOLD (171) LIKE WHAAAT. (I GOT 172)

ITS 5:18PM RN AND IM GNA TAKE THE FASTEST FUCKING SHOWER OF MY ENTIRE LIKE CUZ MY HAIR GREASY ASF AND ITS SO EW AND THEN ILL DO CHEM NOTES HASHTAG STUDYING TRUST ME ! ! !

ANYWAYS last anyways of the day HRU MY BABY POOKIE PIE DARLING SWEETHEART POPEYES MUFFIN CUPCAKE HONEYPIE POPSICLE POOKIEBRO HOW WAS UR SLEEP HOW WAS UR YESTERDAY HOW IS UR LIFE WHATS GOING ON AND ALSO ALSO ALSO i forget give me a sec um erm ueueue OH I GOT IT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE U FOR READING ALL OF THE THINGS I SEND U LIKE!!!!! SHIRRJSKSKSOKSKS ILY okbye!!

HEY LINA!!

yeah im gonna act like u didnt see that sideblog post bc i SAID i wasnt trying to hint at anyone... AND NO THATS NOT FREAKY?? idk man i send in asks to ness like every day bc i think its fun to talk that way!! paragraph asks are genuinely so fun to receive!! ALSO USING THE WORD BLEAT IS CRAZY YOU R NOT BLEATING IN MY DMS

omg i hope you had a good lunch!! im answering this like an hour later so i assume u already finished? idk its weird that we're 12 hrs apart 😭 AND NOOO THATS AWFUL :(( sorry to hear that love :( hopefully the rain didn't flood any area and you and your fam are all good!!

HELP THATS SUCH A REAL FEELING i was battling with that yesterday so bad omf... i feel like sometimes we can attach somewhat negative connotations w writing bc sometimes it can feel like a chore? so sometimes it's a struggle to get up and decide to write? maybe thats js me but like yeah 😓 BUT GENUINELY SO EXCITED FOR YOUR APOCALYPSE AU!! ITS BEEN AMAZING SO FAR!! AND ANYTHING IVE READ FOR IT MAKES ME WANT TO LET OUT AUDIBLE SOBS ‼️ that sounds negative but i feel like you get why i want to LIKE GOOD GRIEF anyway write whenever you feel like it!! dont force it <3

THERES NO WAY??? PLEASE THATS SO FUNNY TO ME 😭 I LOVE THAT SHE DIDNT EVEN QUESTION IT OMG? YOU PROBABLY SPEAK MUCH MORE FLUENTLY THAN HER ANYWAY LMAOAOAO BUT PROUD OF YOU!!

okay like maybe im stupid but i feel like both of those sentences make sense? like "monica went to her grandmother's house for summer vacation" makes sense but so does "monica went to her grandmother's house during vacation" it's just that it doesn't specify whether it's during summer vacation so it can sound awkward ig?? idk man ive been stuck reading old english for the last couple of days bc of the hobbit (I DESPISE THAT BOOK IT CAN GO DIE) sigh

HELP?? I MEAN IM SO HAPPY YOURE GETTING GOOD GRADES THO!! AS LONG AS YOURE ABLE TO STUDY JUST ENOUGH SO THAT YOURE CONFIDENT IN THE TOPIC THEN I THINK YOURE GOOD HONESTLY 😨 and the rain sounds like its out to get u thats wild??? PLEASE im not pointing my finger at anyone... im just agreeing here... there's a chance 😭 having classmates with tendencies to steal is such a pain in the ass tho i hope you're able to retrieve your water bottle!! AND HELP I LOVE THE WAY YOU DUBBED THAT "im not cheating im actually stuck in school" had me giggling sm

HELLO? BITING KUROO'S BICEP IS INSANE (but lowkey i would too VERY LOWKEY because i feel like im not super attracted to big biceps and stuff idk?? but just a little chomp 😋😋)

WHATATATAT AT LEAST YOU GOT A* THOUGH ‼️ GOOD JOB!!!

AAA ENJOY YOUR SHOWER! I HOPE IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER!! AND YES WE LOVE A RESPONSIBLE STUDIOUS GIRL 😋

AND IM ACTUALLY DOING GOOD MY POOKIE WOOKIE SUGAR PLUM COOKIE BROWNIE PUMPKIN PIE HONEY LOML (i laughed an obscene amount while writing that)!! TODAY IM GONNA BE SUPER BUSY.. I HAVE SPEECH AND DEBATE AFTER MY SCHOOL DAY IS OVER AND THEN I HAVE VOLLEYBALL PRACTICE UNTIL... 7 PM???? I THINK???? GOD. AND I SLEPT SUPER DUPER WELL I WOKE UP RLY COZY IN MY BED AND IM STILL HUDDLED UP IN HERE LMAOAOAO 😭 YESTERDAY WAS GOOD!! I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING I NEEDED TO DO SO I GOT TO CHILL AT HOME AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND LITTLE PODCASTS (i listen to the bit my tongue podcast by nailea devora SOOO MUCH) AND AWHAGSHHA LINA!! I ADORE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE AND ANYTHING YOU SEND TO ME!! ILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME TO READ SOMETHING YOU SEND ME!! ILY!! <3

#asks!!#alina ily alina #anyone who hates how much i use caps lock.... you can pry it out of my cold dead hands thanks #the day i stop using caps lock is the day that I DIE!!!!!#that being said it may need to be confiscated away from me bc i sound insane when i talk in caps THAT much so #whatever its fine #my platonic soulmate literally written in the stars honeypie loml sugarplum!!

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lokiforever · 1 year ago

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New teachers at school!!!

Chapter 9

Tom : Oh, Really?

Oops.......Your cheeks flushed immediately, eyes widened and breath hitched. Shit. Shit. Shit. You turned to look at professor hiddleston and gulped.

Y/N : I-I...........Uhhhhhh......

Professor H. : It's okay, dear. I just came to remind you of the dagger training.

You just nod, unable to say anything. He then went back........

That was when you received a notification.

We'll talk about it later, darling.

You immediately recognised the text and looked at Tom who looked back at you and smirked.

Y/N : Somebody please kill me!

Y/B/F/N : Oh no, dear we can't kill professor Hiddleston's to be girlfriend.

Y/N : Shut upppp!!

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You were getting ready to go at Tom's place for the training. You wore a simple black leather skirt with a matching t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

After grabbing his favorite Earl grey tea and your hot chocolate from a joint near his house you finally got there and rang the bell. He opened the door almost immediately and was awestruck as he saw you. You have never wore leather skirts or jackets in front of him and it was a mere co- incident.

Y/N : Hiii!

Tom : Hello, dear! It's lovely to see you here......come in, please!

He was wearing a plain white shirt with a pair of black pants.

You smiled and got inside.

Y/N : Here, this is for you

You said handing him the tea

Tom : That's so sweet of you..... Thank you.

Y/N : Oh, come on that's the least I could do for you. You're such a great friend and professor!

Tom: I'm flattered, darling. Please have a seat.

You sat down on the leather couch in his living room and he sat right next to you.

You took a sip of your drink.

Tom : So, you find me attractive?

You chocked on your drink and nearly spat it out as he asked you the question.

Tom : You okay??

Y/N : *cough* Yeah, sorry.

Tom : It's fine, dear..... Hmm... So?

Y/N : I-I uhhhh........umm.....everybody does.......

Tom: I'm not talking about everybody.

Shit.

Y/N : I mean, umm......yes, you are very attractive.

You said gathering all of the courage you had.

He didn't say anything. A second later his lips were on yours. You took a moment to process but as soon as you did, you kissed him back. Damn. He is a good kisser.

Tom : I-I'm sorry......I should have asked...

Y/N : It's more than fine.

You said before you kissed him again.

Tom : Have I told you how exquisite you look today?

You blushed furiously as he said that and smiled.

Y/N : Thanks...

You and Tom finished your drinks and he quickly changed into a pair of black athletic shorts with a black t-shirt. And the man even wore black sport shoes.

As he came out you quite literally gawked at his figure. His biceps flexed with every move of his arms. Goodness Gracious! He was so damn fit. ' Stop gawking and pick your jaw up from the floor' you told yourself.

Tom : Like what you see?

He said with a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks flushed and you averted your gaze from him .

You guys then trained for about 2 hrs.

*After the training*

7pm

Y/N : I guess I should get going, it's pretty late....

Tom : Please stay for dinner it's already 7

Y/N : It's fine,Tom . Maybe some other day. I have to complete the assignment my english professor, which happens to be my friend gave me.

You said with a smile.

Tom : Oh ,come on!

Y/N : Some other day, I promise.

Tom: Okay.....

You bid eachother goodbyes and walked towards the door,unaware that the weather has planned something else for you two .

As you got out you saw that it was extremely windy out there .

Y/N : Holy shit ! I don't even have my car!!

You took out your phone to check the weather predictions and it showed that there would be a snowstorm coming today. It was a 35 min drive from Tom's home to yours as they were on the opposite sides of the town.

Y/N : Could this get any worse ?

Tom : What's wrong, darling?

Y/N : A snowstorm is about to hit and I didn't even bring my car .

Tom : Why don't you stay here ?

Y/N : I have lectures tomorrow, remember?

Tom : Let me remind you, I'm your professor and have to go to the same place to deliver those lectures and I can easily drop you .

Y/N : What if someone saw us in the campus? Plus I don't even have any clothes to wear tomorrow.

Tom : Trust me , these ones are good enough. But still if you want you I could drop you at your apartment tomorrow.

Y/N : We'd be late if we do that .....I guess I'll have to go with the first one.

Tom : So , you're staying, right?

Y/N : Mmmhm.

He smiled brightly.

Tom : Awesome! Thanks to the snowstorm!

You playfully smacked his arm and giggled .

Tom : Ow !

He said dramatically.

Y/N : Oh, come on!

Tom : *chuckles* Get in

You get inside .

Tom : What would you like for dinner?

Y/N : I dunno.....you choose.

Tom : Umm........ what about pizza???

Y/N : Sure,I love it !

Tom : Pizza it is, then ! Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get the dinner ready.

Y/N :Let me help you with that.

He said that he could do it himself but you insisted on helping him ,and here you were standing in the kitchen , cutting the vegetables while he prepared the dough . As soon as he was done with it she came to you.

Tom : You look adorable..

He said out of the blue. So , you chuckled .

Y/N : Thanks !

The kiss was still fresh in your mind, his taste lingerd on your lips. The way his lips moved against yours was unforgettable you could get used to it .

After the dinner was ready, he set the table and poured some vine in two glasses .

Tom : Sett deg ned, kjære

He said as he pulled out a chair for you like the gentleman he was .

Y/N : Takk

(takk = thanks)

He sat in front of you and serverd you both the pizza .

You took a bite and it was tasted heavenly

Y/N : It's delicious!! You're an amazing cook ,Tom !

Tom : Ehehehe , thanks!

*After the dinner*

Tom : Wanna watch a movie?

Y/N : I'd love to, but apparently I have a test tomorrow.... although I'm prepared but still I have to revise.

Tom : Oh .....which subject?

Y/N : English.

Tom : Wait, I gave you guys a test ?

Y/N : Of course you did !

Tom : ......Ya !!!!! I completely forgot that !

Y/N : * chuckles* Really, professor?!

Tom : Hold on a sec ,you don't have your textbook . Let me get you mine .

Y/N : That would be a great help, thanks !

Tom : Would you like to join me in the library? You can prepare for your test there ?!

Y/N : Sure !

Then , you went to the library to prepare for the test .

* After almost an hour*

Tom was sitting in front of you reading Shakespeare.

You yawn.

Tom : You should get some sleep. It's late .

It was indeed. 12 am .

Y/N : Yeah.. I guess you're right...

Tom : Come, let's go.

You both headed towards the door and then to the guestroom.

Tom : Here...get yourself comfortable and please call me if you need anything else .

He said, handing you a pair of neatly folded sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Y/N : Thank you so much, Tom

Tom: Anytime, darling.

He said before giving you a good-night kiss

Tom : Good night, sweetheart

Y/N: Good night,Tom

3am

Y/N : STAY AWAY!!!!!HELP ! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP !!!!!!!!

You were having a nightmare and were in tears ,pancing, a layer of sweat covered your body .

The door of the guestroom opened and Tom entered, your shouting woke him up . He remembered that you have nightmares so he came to check on you .

He went towards the bed cressed your forehead gently.

Tom : Shh shh . It's okay, darling it was just a nightmare, wake up. It's okay!

You woke up as you heard his soothing voice and clung onto him for dear life.

Y/N : He..tell him to stay away....he...he is going to hurt me...

You chocked out between the sobs.

Tom : Nobody will hurt you,baby. I'm right here. I won't let anyone hurt you.

He sat on the bed and you snuggled close to him , sobbing like a baby in his arms . After you drifted back to sleep he gently placed you on the bed and stood up .

Y/N : Stay, please!!🥺

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A/N : After almost a month, here is chapter 9 . Sorry for the late update 🥺💚

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madarasgirl · 2 years ago

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Twin Flames- Ch. 2

"My brother’s heart wasn’t the only one that stopped when we saw you."

Warnings: “sugar daddy” Madara x Nurse!Reader, romance, hurt/comfort, dating, handholding, masturbation, Madara’s birthday celebration

Words: 5596 On AO3

You were back in your territory at the hospital. It felt good to be back in control and not like a floundering baby hippo in the presence of the hottest man you’ve had in your life.

Today was just another typical shift. As always, you started off the day already mildly irritated at baseline and it built from there. But you and your coworkers always trudged through it somehow.

You had to remind yourself as your patient’s mother continuously wailed over her son’s state that while it was just another day at work for you, it was the worst period of this lady’s life. You patiently explained to her your observations about her son status, that while he was indeed still very sick, there was no need for immediate panic at the moment.

You exhaled in exasperation once she couldn’t see you. Coming down the hall to inform your charge nurse of the family’s request to be approved for longer visiting hours, you instead found a small group of staff huddled at the nursing station. There was an enormous bouquet with a card and a huge pile of individually boxed and decorated cupcakes from a nearby famous bakery.

Treats! Oh my, Madara knew how to get in nurses’ hearts. Quality treats, not just the usual cold boxed coffee from a bad franchise or the worst pizza the managers could get them. Hmm you considered maybe these gifts could be from Izuna too.

“Look! Y/N! Madara and Izuna remember you too! You’re mentioned in the card. Seems like Izuna is now fully recovered and they want to thank everyone for their care. That’s so kind of them. It’s been years.” One of the respiratory therapists filled you in and re-read the contents of the card.

“For sure. I still can’t believe Izuna made a turnaround. I was sure he’d be gone multiple times,” you replied. It was certainly a nice gesture, even if everyone was just doing their jobs. Their appreciation meant a lot, for instance, reminding you of why you went into this freaking profession to begin with. A part of your heart raged in contempt and disdain for the backhanded slap your local politicians gave in their latest mockery of an interview. Such disrespect.

You plucked a cutely decorated cupcake saying “red velvet” on the box from the table before disappearing into the staff lounge for your break. After heating your lunch, you noticed an unread message. Madara. Since the first date, you and Madara had been on several long phone calls, as well as texting daily.

Madara was asking if you’d taken your breaks yet today and if you liked the cupcakes. You let him know just started your lunch break and will have his treats soon. You thanked him.

“We could never thank you and everyone there enough. You saved Izuna,” his message read.

“We were just doing our jobs, Madara.” You replied.

“Even if you were just doing your jobs, the level of empathy and dedication you’ve shown wasn’t a requirement in the delivery of care. You’ve been above and beyond the entire time. Nothing we do in return will ever be enough.” You flushed, even if he wasn’t there to see it.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I can pick you up after work,” he offered.

Huh? “But it’d be so late! And you never know if I can even leave on time. Something could always pop up, and then I’d be even later! It’d be too much trouble! And I look like a raccoon after work. I woke up at 0500. And I’m usually in a poor mood after work and not sociable. I’d be terrible company!” You rambled. Oh my gosh. You’re going to his place already? Is he trying to sleep with you? The other part of your mind was more preoccupied with how awful you looked after a 12-hr shift.

“I will wait for you. Don’t worry, you’re not inconveniencing me. If you come over instead of us going out, you can shower while I finish cooking dinner. You can rest. I already have food prepared.”

You didn’t reply right away, so he added, “Just dinner, Y/N. No pressure for anything else.”

It was hard to argue with Madara, especially when you would love dinner and not have to scramble after work to figure out what to eat. Your only excuses were your worries about your appearance and visiting his house so soon. It wasn’t even like you were against going to bed with Madara, but you’d be exhausted and feeling raw before the date began. You agreed to see him again tonight anyways.

“Good. I will see you tonight.” He sounded pleased even if it was just a text.

The rest of the shift passed by uneventfully, until the end.

It wasn’t even your patient, but your friend’s in an adjacent room who started deteriorating with only an hour left in the shift. Of course, the witching hour. Caught up in the whirlwind of activity to try stabilizing this patient, you fell behind on your own tasks for your patient. It was 40 minutes after the usual time you’d leave the hospital when you were finished. Oh no, Madara.

You grabbed your belongings and rushed out to the hospital drop-off where you agreed to meet him and spotted him standing with his eyes closed, hands in his pockets and a leg crossed over the other.

“Madara! I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry to keep you waiting this long. I—“ a simple apology couldn’t adequately begin to describe how badly you felt.

He waved off your apology and opened the door for you. “I said I would wait for you, didn’t I?” Receiving such a sincere apology was strange, yet refreshing, to him. “Are you okay?” He suggested bringing you back to his place because he knew you’d be tired. He didn’t want you to worry about your next meal or going out. He didn’t mind waiting on you. The intention was to take care of you so you could rest, not to be a cause of more stress. Irritation tugged at his mind, but his features were practiced and smooth.

“I’m okay. Just really tired.”

The short ride back to his condo was generally quiet aside from a few more apologies while you were trying to settle in. Madara decided against bringing you back to his main residence in another part of the city. Partly because Izuna was there and he didn’t want to deal with him with you there. And another because this condo was close to your hospital.

He turned into his parking spot and you took an elevator to the top floor with him.

--------------- You stepped into a modern work of art. Minimalist soft leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the downtown lakeside skyline, a spiraling glass staircase that led to what was presumably a bedroom, high ceilings. A waterfall feature cascaded over a crystalline wall in the middle of the room backlit by artistic lighting. Wow, you paused to absorb the sight.

“Your house is beautiful,” you told Madara.

“Make yourself at home.” He held out his arms to help you out of your jacket, hanging it in the entrance closet. The heady aromas of heavy meats wafted into your sinuses and your stomach growled loudly. You were famished.

Madara smiled at you. “The washroom is this way.” He began to head down a hall when you informed him of your lack of alternative clothing. “I will find something for you.” He replied, not even breaking his stride.

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You left the shower feeling slightly ridiculous, but much more comfortable. You were wearing Madara’s t-shirt and shorts, if it could be considered that. It was more like his clothing was using you as a hanging rack, the pieces of fine clothing much too large for your frame. The sleek silk felt luxurious on your skin though. Madara made no comments about your appearance upon seeing you, but he looked amused and pleased with himself, to your consternation.

“Dinner is ready.” He presented a spread of options. Your fleeting vexation vaporized upon seeing what he prepared, your eyes wide and salivating. “Madara, this is way too much!” The scent you nosed earlier was a roast beef tenderloin, too large a portion for only two people. There were also creamy mashed potatoes, some sort of fresh green salad, garlic bread, and an array of appetizers.

“Better to indulge in excess than insufficiency when entertaining. There is dessert as well if you would like.”

“I can’t complain. I am starving. May I help myself?” You were ready to load everything onto your plate.

“Go ahead. I’d be worried if you were left hungry. Would you like a glass? I heard you liked wine.” He popped open a bottle of red while looking at you with a knowing smirk.

Your eye twitched lightly, reminding yourself to mind your manners even if you were mentally and physically worn. Your plates filled, you dug in, accepting a glass of wine from your rather impromptu date of the night. The flavours and textures of every bite was heavenly. You closed your eyes and moaned, a part of you mildly surprised a well-off man like Madara could cook like this.

“I take it the food is to your liking?” He asked with pride.

You made a sound of agreement. “Yes this is amazing.” You continued to sate yourself on Madara’s kitchen creations. “Thank you…for everything you’ve done tonight…” You trailed off.

Adrenaline from earlier still kicked in your veins, but as your mind relaxed, your body now washed and fed after over 12 long numbing hours, you started to feel human again. You looked at Madara funny, an inexplicable feeling taking over you. You felt vulnerable with this powerful man who was still new to you, who still made you anxious and self-conscious. And this same man took care of you like you were precious and worthwhile. Cursing the emotional instability that wasn’t unusual post-shift, you suddenly found yourself in tears.

At first it was only a few silent tears you wiped away when Madara wasn’t looking. The feeling of being overwhelmed and out of your element however wasn’t so easily erased. It wasn’t even a horrible shift. Were you sad? Confused? Just completely worn out and depleted? What was happening?

“Y/N?” Madara asked in alarm and straightened to attention. He stood from his chair and tread over towards you. “What is wrong?” He replayed the events of tonight in an attempt to elucidate what could be the cause of your distress, if there was something he may have said or done as well. Madara brought himself down to your level and took your hands in his. He was equally befuddled.

Cheeks now flaming in embarrassment, you shook your head wildly. “I –I don’t know... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin this or be a bother. I shouldn’t have come here tonight after all. I can go.” Panic set in and you regressed to your way of evasion in times of emotional turmoil. But he didn’t let you flee.

Madara hugged you, distantly noticing the true size difference between you for the first time now that you were so close.

“Don’t go. You can let it out when you’re with me. It’s okay.” Madara was in truth also distressed. But the raging urge to comfort you remained strong despite such a feeling being a rather foreign sentiment in his normal life. His discordant emotions clashed, with the urge to provide comfort to you triumphing over his own unease. He held you more tightly to himself, stroking your back and softly uttering words of encouragement while you kept apologizing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It wasn’t even like I had a terrible day. I just—“ You tried to remember your training. Despite your current tearful state, you were normally able to maintain your composure even when feeling wild panic during work emergencies. But here with Madara, it was useless. He broke down all your defences.

“There’s no need for you to keep apologizing. We are okay. You’re safe here with me.” Madara settled beside you. He continued to caress your head and back, running his hand up and down in slow laps. You took the intimate position as permission to burrow. Bawling, you delved deeper into his neck to seek refuge in his touch and presence. It felt like you were flayed wide open and he was seeing into your guts.

You didn’t even know why you’re crying. It was hardly the worst shift that could have happened, as mentioned. Perhaps it was the potent mixture of adrenaline, feeling you’ve disappointed the man you like, accumulated nursing traumas, stress about school, general exhaustion, and loneliness.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for an eternity until your feverish breathing calmed, your temple resting against Madara’s chest, lulled by the even, strong thuds of his heart. Reluctantly parting from him, you gazed up at his profile with puffy eyes and running nose. He traced your face.

“Are you still hungry?” He asked. You shook your head to answer in negative.

“Stay over tonight.” Feeling too raw to argue with him, you agreed and in an instant, Madara had you swept into his arms as he made his way to the glass stairs leading up. Madara carefully deposited you in the king bed lined with silken sheets like you were his treasured cargo. He indicated to you the washroom if you’d like to use it again and left you to disappear downstairs.

“Get some rest, Y/N.”

You didn’t see him again that night.

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It was several weeks before you saw Madara again. You and him were respectively preoccupied with school and business in the previous weeks before the end of this year. School work came in waves. After submitting your final essay of the semester, you felt like a free woman. No assignments for a few weeks, no shifts to work this week, you were a new person. Madara had likewise been busy with year-end obligations, according to what you gleaned from his calls and messages.

The air was getting chilly. It was such a festive time of year and besides seeing your family, which you did yesterday, you wanted to spend time with Madara. It really felt you haven’t made as much time for each other as you should have. You parents had been elated to see you again, but incessantly prodding when it came to your love life. They became even more determined when you tried to change the topic.

You sighed. Good thing you moved out. They were so supportive and such lovely people, but there was no such thing as enough privacy when living with your parents as an adult.

Clutching your phone, you eagerly called Madara. You finally felt you could see him again after your incident. You wanted to see him despite that. He never mentioned your breakdown during the past weeks. He was the one who said the two of you were okay, that nothing between you was harmed from your display of emotion. You wanted to believe him. You haven’t known Madara for long, but it seemed to you he had always been straight-forward, even if he softened his words and tone for you.

“Alright. We can head to Yorkdale tomorrow. I have favours to purchase as well.” Madara agreed readily to your next date.

Bursting with excitement, you confirmed the date for tomorrow. Then you timidly asked if he’d like to come over to yours for dinner as well. To celebrate the holidays, but also his upcoming birthday.

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Holiday tunes jingled in the air and the winter chill made your nose run. You bundled yourself deeper in a scarf as you and Madara made your way across the parking lot into the mall.

The atmosphere inside was electric. People swarmed everywhere, the first time they were permitted to shop and celebrate without restriction in two years. Holiday lights and décor flashed. The exhilaration rubbed off on you too. You were just happy to be out and about, not needing to worry about your usual woes right now. Not when there was so much going well in your life at the moment.

You grinned at Madara and grabbed his arm before you knew what you were doing.

“What did you need to get? Is it for a work acquaintance? Maybe I can help?” You battered the man with questions.

Madara smiled lightly at you, his expression going tender. He knew you didn’t realize you were almost dragging him along by the arm. “It’s actually for Izuna. I was thinking of a wool trench coat for him. He doesn’t like the cold either, surprisingly.”

You agreed to help with the search for Izuna’s gift, glad he was fully recovered. You’d learned through your prior conversations with Madara that Izuna was as obnoxious as ever, perhaps even worse than he was before the car accident when he was struck. Apparently Izuna took his recovery as a sign he must have been doing something right. Laughing at Madara’s recollections of Izuna’s troublesome adventures, you arrived at the store Madara had in mind.

You made Madara try on several coats for you even if he already had Izuna’s measurements. You hummed and hah’ed and had him turn to different angles for you. You were having so much fun. Eventually, you and Madara decided on a traditional tan coat that reached the knees. Classic, but posh.

As you strolled the mall, your hands brushed the back of Madara’s multiple times. His fingers slid against yours to grasp your thumb and forefinger, then came around to delicately wrap around your hand when you didn’t shrink from him.

You bought leather gloves for your dad, the gift for your mom already taken care of. He preferred a thinner material so he can grip the steering wheel better when driving, you remembered. You made Madara ‘model’ for those gloves too, roughly estimating the size your dad will require based on Madara’s hands.

Madara’s hand sought yours again as you walked. Feeling good about yourself, you laced your fingers through his. There were toddlers screeching in the background as they were forced to take photos with Santa by their parents, but it didn’t distract either of you. You could feel Madara’s fingers slightly twitching as he discreetly memorized your hand with his touch.

Something shiny caught his eye and he turned, bringing you with him. Sitting there in the display was a gorgeous necklace, several fat rubies in the center each surrounded by a halo of smaller jewels. They were set into a dainty loop of gold. “Do you like that Y/N?” He asked you.

Realization dawned on you, but by then, Madara was already leading the way in.

Omg you were so stupid! A sales representative bounded over immediately to assist, and Madara requested for that necklace for you to try.

You didn’t think of Madara as a “sugar daddy,” but what was he to assume when you agreed to a shopping trip with him?! You were mind-boggled. You couldn’t accept such a gift from him.

“Madara stop. I can’t. I don’t even wear jewelry. All I do is go to school or work. Or stay home. When would I even wear something like this? It doesn’t suit me.” You tried to reason with him.

He frowned. It was stunning on you. The neckpiece wasn’t your Christmas gift. He felt like buying it when you two happened upon it because he thought it’d suit you. What was the point of possessing such deep coffers if he rarely spent any of it for himself? He wanted to gift you pretty things. He also wanted to provide for you.

“Y/N, you don’t need to wear it frequently, but please have it. It’s beautiful on you.”

“You don’t understand Madara, I can’t accept such a valuable gift from you!”

“Do you not like it?”

“It is gorgeous of course, but—“

“Then there shouldn’t be an issue. Y/N, I want to, for you. It would be my honour if you accepted it.”

What do you say to that? You didn’t know. Madara nodded to the salesperson to complete the transaction and took you away.

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You were subdued once again in the car, feeling unsure. What were you, a perfectly normal woman, doing with someone like Madara? Someone who can toss around cash values with more zeros attached than you’ll ever see like it was nothing? You were leagues apart. Worlds apart actually.

Madara sighed as he drove to yours. He took your hand and squeezed. He tried to express what he felt earlier. As he got to know you over the past months, all he felt was a deep goodness in you. He had come to care for you deeply. Even seeing you at your weakest only drove his compulsion to look after you and made him yearn to see you again. He understood the feeling of being so raw it brought you to your knees, like everything was falling apart. He didn’t think any less of you for it.

What would you think if you knew he bought clothes for you too, now stashed at his penthouse? Several articles of clothing he estimated were of your size so if you stayed overnight again, you’d have something more suitable to wear.

“When I’m with you, I’m just ‘Madara,’” he began. “We are equals.”

You looked to him in shock. “What?”

“I’ve seen inside you to who you truly are already.”

“Umm…I’m not sure what to say to that. That night when I cried isn’t how I normally am.”

Madara was frustrated with himself, feeling like he was talking in circles. He tried again. “What I’m saying is, I would like to be with you, if you will have me.”

You were reasonably sure your eyes couldn’t open any wider. “……I like you too…” You glanced away from him, now that you were pulling towards the visitors’ parking at your place. “But you can’t keep lavishing me with expensive gifts like you did today. I won’t have them!”

Madara was so relieved, he conceded. Somewhat. He smiled. “Then I will refrain from spoiling you excessively.”

You liked him. And wanted to be with him too. That was a good enough start for him.

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You hadn’t known what to get Madara for a birthday and Christmas present or where to take him out to. He can buy everything himself already. So you decided to invite him for dinner at home. If it was extra special and you put much more effort into the meal, you figured he wouldn’t mind if you combined the two occasions.

Your small home was decorated with lights and a small tree, which was also layered with strings of lights and ornaments. Red and white pieces accented the space in various ways.

The first thing Madara noticed upon stepping inside was the fragrance. It was a complex mixture of florals, chocolate, and vanilla, but not overpowering. Then he noticed the plants. Dozens upon dozens of pots of exotic blooms filled the window and console tables. Some resembled elegant spiders locked in a row. There was one that only had a single reddish-orange flower, which looked like a butterfly. A monstrous plant exploding with small colourful blooms, like dancing ladies. That was part of where the smell came from.

“Hehe. I like orchids a lot, as you can see. When you have enough of them, there’ll always be something in bloom.” You were tremendously proud of your collection. You spent so much time and effort caring for your babies. You brought Madara for a quick tour around your small condo, exuberantly telling him snippets about several specific plants, showing him your bedroom and the second bedroom that also doubled as a den, informing him of your plans to personalize your home more in the future.

He silently took note of your interest in these plants and he studied several more closely. He acknowledged your hobby lent the space a serene, natural feeling. He was at ease here.

“They are beautiful, Y/N. How many do you have?”

“I have around 30-something adult plants right now! Plus the ones under grow lights in the bedroom!” You brought him back to the living room, the walls dotted with several framed paintings of still life you did years ago. Those were excellent too.

“Have a seat! Would you like something to drink? I have options other than wine too.” Still you referenced your blunder on your first date.

Madara smiled fondly and accepted a cocktail you whipped up for him. You owned a collection of proper barware. Seating him on the couch, you returned to the kitchen to finish cooking the dishes you prepared for earlier.

You bustled around the kitchen confidently, chopping extra ingredients, searing some meat, adding extra spices to a pot, artfully plating the dishes, the faucet turning on and off between steps. Madara discreetly watched you as he sipped his drink. You were joyously humming a holiday tune before randomly switching to sing a top-40s pop song. He marveled at the normalcy of being with you. It was extraordinary to him and he loved every moment of this.

Feeling like an addict craving more of your light, Madara came up behind you as you worked and embraced you. You froze. Madara was so warm. Like a furnace was searing you from the outside. Or did you turn the heat on too high? Maybe it was the stove, but it was getting hot.

“Madara?”

He mumbled something about needing this against the back of your head before releasing you and returning to his seat, leaving you perplexed.

“Umm…I’m almost done cooking. We can eat soon.” You went to open the window for some fresh air, hoping the winter chill will help alleviate your reddened cheeks. Darn your traitorous skin tone for revealing those emotions so easily.

“Take your time. There’s no rush.” Madara was a patient man. He can wait.

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“As you told me that time on the phone, about that long-haired man you liked calling a buffoon. You told him off saying he was causing too many issues with his idealistic idiocy. I had something similar happen for me recently at the hospital too, with a family member.” Dinner was ready, many dishes littering the table, and you were excited for Madara to try your food.

“Hn? I didn’t say that,” Madara denied.

“You did! Those were almost your exact words. At least you said you did.” You laid the final dish on the dining table and invited Madara to join you.

“I wouldn’t speak so crudely, not in front of a client or a business partner.” He knew exactly who you were currently referring to.

“Eh. This is why I prefer texting. You usually insist on conversing over the phone, but I would be pulling up the evidence of what you said right now if we had this discussion over our messages.” You harrumphed at him.

“Texting is no way to have a proper conversation. I still don’t understand why you favour it.” He spooned a large piece of butter and garlic roasted lamb and eggplants, seasoned with herbs and a truffle-infused balsamic vinegar, onto his plate.

You looked at Madara like he was an alien. “Because I can answer at a time that suits me best. And I’d have eternal evidence of the things you said.” And because I can think about my words before I reply so I don’t sound like a complete fool to you.

Madara didn’t look convinced.

You sighed. “I’m a Millennial, it isn’t unusual to prefer texting over speaking live on a call. Actually, you’re a Millennial too.”

“Hn. I am older inside.” He closed his eyes to savour the taste of your cooking.

What an old man, you pondered affectionately.

“A year older now. Happy birthday Madara.”

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“This is for you.” Dinner was over, much of it devoured by Madara, who seemed to truly enjoy what you prepared. He took out a wrapped package and handed it to you.

It was early, but you opened it anyways. It was a beautiful complete set of Japanese handmade Damascus steel knives. Madara’s company made blades, among other things, and these were top of the line. They were stunning. The waving patterns on the blades mesmerized you, the wooden handle graceful, and the feel in your hands was balanced perfection. You’d be using these extensively in the kitchen.

You teased him, "Are you already trying to invite yourself over for more of my cooking?"

He frowned. That wasn’t the intention of his gift at all. Based on what he learned about you, including your love for cooking, he thought you’d enjoy a more practical gift like quality knives than the jewelry he bought you today.

You snickered and let him off the hook. “I’m only joking Madara! Don’t be so serious! I love these. Thank you for such a thoughtful present.” You held the boxed set close to you. “I will use them every day. And you are invited to come for a meal again.”

He was quiet when he gazed at you again, pleased you adored your gift. And glad you were comfortable enough to jest with him. “You’re welcome,” he replied simply.

You led him to the couch for a movie of his choice after refilling your beverages. Madara honestly didn’t care what you watched tonight, but he selected something to humour you. When you extinguished the lights, he spent more time watching you watch the movie than he paid attention to the plot. It was dark, but his eyesight had always been good, and with the screen light, he was able to observe you well enough. You jolted at certain scenes, the jump scares so ridiculous anyone should have predicted something coming. Your eyebrows popped up before smoothing back to their original position.

You crept closer to him as the movie played, your posture rigid. Madara leaned into the couch, shifting his weight so he was also closer to you. He put an arm around your shoulder, but you were too distracted with scaring yourself silly to notice. A jarring scream boomed and you lurched, crumpling against Madara’s side as you continued to stare at the screen with horrified wide eyes through splayed fingers.

Madara would have laughed at your useless visual barrier if he’d been in his right mind. He bent down, tilted your face, and kissed you.

HUH?! One instant, you were freaked out over some un-killable ninja zombies with superpowers. The next, you were just as stupefied to be locking your lips flush with Madara’s. He brought a hand up to cup your face and rub his thumb to your cheek, his soft lips staying in place over yours.

The kiss went straight to his pants. He turned more and wrapped his arm around you, wanting you close, yet trying to keep the kiss chaste. Madara reminded himself to be a gentleman and not to let his hand wander from your waist. You felt something stiff poking into your thigh and you tense, pulling your leg slightly away while your lips stayed connected. He pecked you several times before taking your bottom lip between his again, running his tongue over it and suckling.

With your foreheads touching, you ran an uncertain hand down his chest, tentatively tracing a finger down the front of his pants with the lightest of touches. You pressed your thighs together. Madara chuckled.

"I will wait for you," he said.

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Madara returned home. He settled into his bed while thinking back on you. You were radiant, beaming at him in hospitality, dressed as comfortably as you could be in sweatpants and t-shirt.

You’d never been so relaxed around him before. You had been buzzing around your home, expertly pulling different ingredients and tools from their assigned spots to create magnificent dishes for him while chattering and humming your favourite songs. You were so eager to be an excellent hostess; to ensure he was comfortable as well.

You were adorable. He leaned into his pillows, picturing your earnest smile as his hand travelled over his flat stomach. Further south. He palmed himself. And yet you were shy when you kissed. He could still taste you when you tensed and your eyes opened in surprise. You tasted like honey. So sweet and delectable.

He imagined you beneath him, with the buttons and ties on your clothing loose, hair sprawled over the pillows in his bed. It was glorious.

Madara tugged himself in languid strokes with only his thumb and first two fingers around the top and underside of his shaft. He resisted the urge to fist his member and pump hard, preferring to savour the image of you in his mind. He stroked your belly under the shirt, your clothes came off. He was inside your hot, wet cavern, your moans echoing through the bedroom as he made you his.

He spilled himself into his foreskin, holding it shut with his index finger and thumb to contain his release. His fluid flooded the small space, warming his sensitive head and giving him another buzz. Some of the bountiful load escaped his fingers’ confinement and seeped from the loose skin, oozing down his cock.

Madara couldn’t wait to see you again. He was determined to make this work.

~To be continued~

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Notes:

Madara is an intensely private person in my mind, and quite easy-going as well with his loved ones. He prefers quiet places, like home. To him, a great time is time spent with those he cares about. He would not enjoy receiving a lavish gift in return. A gift that the person (S/O, family, or anyone he cares for) spent time creating with him in mind, like a special dinner, is much more meaningful to him, especially when it can be shared. He loves stuff like that, spending quality time and/or doing activities together.

#madara fanfiction #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #madara #protect me forever #madara is really good to the S/O

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Heartschool Years

PAIRING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: fluff, crack WORD COUNT: 1,090 WARNINGS: none :) SUMMARY: Charlie ages up to a teen and has the full Highschool experience, complete with after school clubs, boba tea dates, and prom. or a Heartstopper and the Sims 4 crack!fic. ADDITIONAL TAGS: Crack Crossover, heartstopper x sims, the highschool years pack is referenced too many times in this fic, sorry if you don't like that pack, i wrote this in like 3 hrs while i was supposed to be working, references to "messing around" but no smut, POV Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), 1st person pov, No beta/editor [READ ON AO3]

For my age up to a teenager day, my older sister made me a cake. After my dad was done celebrating, I made a phone call to sign up for Chess Team. I went to my dresser to plan some new outfits since I was no longer a child, and then went to bed.

On my first day of Highschool after talking to the principal and looking at my class schedule, it was time for the day to start; I was in Classroom 1 and recognized no one. I sat in the back of the classroom and a guy with blond hair sat at the desk next to me.

I wasn’t hungry since I had breakfast this morning, so I went down to the basement to play some chess, a requirement of Chess Team. While I was pondering some moves, a guy with brunette hair, that I recognized from class earlier, sat down across from me, but he didn’t join in on the chess game. He introduced himself to me as Ben, and I could tell immediately that we had bad compatibility, but then he flirted with me and the romantic in me decided it could be fun to flirt back.

Soon the bell for the second class rang so we left the basement. Half way up the stairs, Ben started jogging to class and he sat in the front where there were no available seats. I sat down and noticed that the blond guy from earlier was at the desk next to me again.

When class was over, I thought it might be a good idea to make a friend or two. I politely introduced myself to the blond guy, finding out his name is Nick, and we got along right from the get go. We talked about our interests and hobbies before he had to leave to go to football practice. I learned that Nick is really into fitness and is already football captain.

On my second day in Highschool, I was running late since I stayed up too late the night prior doing some extra credit homework, so I decided I was going to take a shower at school during morning break. Once I got to the second floor, I heard some voices in the break room next to the gym. I thought I heard Ben’s voice so I was going to go say hi right quick, and saw him and some girl I don’t know kissing. I turned around and took a sad shower before going to class.

During lunch break I sent Ben three mean messages on Social Bunny and talked to Nick for a while. Before I had to go to Chess Team, Ben came up to me and started yelling insults at me like I was part plant and alien. He then started insulting my existence, and before I could reply Nick came up of nowhere told Ben to go away and surprisingly, he listened. Nick tried to cheer me up, but due to my gloomy nature, it didn’t do much. My performance at the Chess Team that evening really suffered, but I have an aspiration to be captain of the Chess Team so I can’t miss any club meeting.

Thankfully the next day was Saturday, so I didn’t have school but I still work up at 6am due to routines. Around 8, Nick texted me that he adopted a dog and asked if I wanted to come over and meet them; of course, I wanted to meet his new dog! After hanging out for a while he asked me if I wanted to go to prom with him as friends. I didn’t have any other friends and Nick and I get along really well, so I said yes. We had a good time at prom, but I didn’t go to the after prom get together because I was tired. Before I left the auditorium Nick asked me if I would be his best friend and I said yes. I felt very happy that night and slept really well.

Sunday, I did my homework, played some chess, and a school project. Around 6, Nick called me and asked me if I wanted to go to the Romance Festival with him since it was in town. Neither one of us had been to the Romance Festival before, but we were told we had to try the tea. I’m not sure what was in that tea but we both ended up feeling very flirty. Long story short it wasn’t very long until we were sharing our first kiss together.

That night when I got home, I felt very confident. Right before I was about to go to bed, I decided to look out my window and saw Nick standing on my front porch! I ran down the stairs and before I could say anything, he asked me if I would be his boyfriend. Of course, I wanted to be his boyfriend!

The next was eventful. On Monday we went on a boba tea and thrift shopping date, Tuesday we went to his and had a pillow fight. On Wednesday I got a call saying I could graduate Highschool early if I wanted to, but I decided I would miss seeing Nick all day, so I declined. After Chess Team I started working on my promproposal sign for Nick, since this Saturday would be our only prom as boyfriends.

On Thursday morning before classes I was going to ask Nick to go to the prom with me, when I saw him doing the T-Pose challenge with some other guys on the football team. Fortunately, Nick has a really high fitness level and was able to hold the T-Pose until it was time for class to start, unfortunately, that meant that I couldn’t ask him to prom.

During lunch break, I asked Nick to sit with me in the computer lab before we went to get lunch and asked him to prom; he was very happy and said yes. After school that day we went to his to mess around, since he has a double bed, for a while before we did homework together and I went home.

At prom on Saturday, we sweetheart danced together and took silly photos together in the photobooth. This time we did go to the after prom get together at the pier with our friends. We talked to them for a little bit before deciding to mess around on the cuddle carts then going to our separate homes for the night.

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fun fact: there's over 75 references to sims 4 and the highschool years pack in this fic

as always, if i missed any cw/tws, please let me know and i will fix it

#i saw a poll a while ago that said that people still read fics on tumblr so #scheduling out all the fics i have wrote and posted so far this year #nick x charlie #charlie x nick #narlie #nick nelson / charlie spring #no tagging of the main fandom though- still

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April 10 - right finger middle joint (last) pain stiff started in afternoon. Typical breakfast home style with pastry. Red wine (2 glasses) past 2 nights. Special occasion... rarely drink. Stress level low... feel cathartic attending therapy EMDR/FLASH - feeling grounded and in touch with emotions. Feel like my time in AUSTIN went well with MELISSA.! And our trip to Houston was bonding.

I felt like I heard her and gave her a voice. When we visited Celeste we were low key ... I reached out to JAMES and Jose while MJ engaged with her and boys.

I admitted that I wasn't as close to brothers but that I was focused on reparenting myself and embracing my emotions while I transition out of suicidal thought 2021.

We passed a test fixing a flat using tire mobility kit! Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to return to the home to say goodby to Celeste and boys...Very 😞 sad.

Naomi reminded me it's ok to shelf the flat tire for later... focus on being present for Celeste and boys. I feel bad for hyperfocusing on rental flat in Houston! I truely wanted to continue seeing them with MJ before returning to ATX before dark. Easier said...parts of me hyperfocus on situation...

She played partuguise Spanish pop music and asked a lot of questions. About childhood and current goals. I asked her about modern family radius. I did mention Susan her mom called me and we talked for 3:13:00 hrs! Ted Lasso, Shrinking, Rob Low... , Chuy's MJ move, Her mom, my dad, Rockport, addition, youtube, Billy amends... Molly and kids visit... no pictures of husband, dogs during storms sedation. Her voice- euphoric, I was distracted some promised Yomi BBQ.

Up all night... little to no sleep. Drove Yomi to airport he ran late... and I was driving fast at 6am missed turn to avoid toll to Yomi's advantage... quicker route.

Then picked up MJ and drove her to Houston! We stopped at Buckys twice Bastrop. She had her nicotine fix both times. I treated her with respect. No judgement. Weather wasn't as bad as anticipated... no flooding. However, I was fearful of letting her drive... rental car didn't trust her defensive driving ability. Made excuses to drive most of the way... let her drive the last bit out of Bastrop.

I was very low key. No irritation ever... only ADHD MED to focus. Maybe a car or two irritated me not letting me in or something. Otherwise, very low key!

Thursday-

I drove to Apt we sat and played with Kiki and I asked about how she was feeling... she shared that it would have been a big deal to not feel comfortable in the past vulnerable having me over feeling Apt was a mess! She gave me a tour of Apt. we sat and talked for about an hour. Then we went to her favorite coffee shop and talked some more! Then I dropped her off and drove across town to cemetery 360 route was cathardic. Amazon locker/Walmart to pee and silk flower supplies. Turned around and went back north ... saw soccer stadium and drove to chuys. We hung out an hour or so and I left to arboretum-BARNES noble, Amy's ice cream, Costco gas, on my way to Rudy's when she called ... Then SUSAN called. I pulled into Randles parking lot talked, drove to Rudy's talked, drove to Yomi's dropped off food and returned to rental talked, went to bed at 12pm edged 2x's and felt like I stayed away the rest of the night... very odd!!! Kind of had low grade dairy stomach pain...

Rolled out of bed at 5 and showered. Yomi wasn't up so I texted and called him. Then I waited in vehicle until 6am. I told him when I called him that I'd warm up the car. He seemed surprise I was outside and told me that Funmi was not going to be home until late and she wanted to show me where the food was! I ran inside and quickly returned to drive... 65-70mph is the norm. I wasn't having fun on 183 in dark w/ rain. I missed the turn to avoid toll going there and returning home! Funmi left front door unlocked for me so I returned to lock up. However, I waited almost until 7:45 am to leave airport wondering if he caught his flight. He said he called but I didn't get his call. He texted at 7:50. I started questioning the relationship at that point. Wondering if he is trustworthy. He seems shallow then he surprises you with deep encouraging text. He can engage with spiritual truths about relationship... but we obviously don't communicate well. We both can be avoidant I suppose.

Got triggered by Hertz adding insurance rate per day to policy. Doubled my rate!!! I was to tired to recognize what was happening as I left parking garage. The anger came and went during the visit a few times. Luckily, the intake return rental staff was off the chart approachable and skilled! She credited my account the difference... said I had to pay full amount but she listened and I told her about flat tire.

The flight back was very low key... TSA PASS A+, upgrade to premium paid for itself 100% booked flight Group B seating!!!! A+ , Steamed John McCenroe and OTTO. Both made me cry! Landed at 9:00am stopped for breakfast at Longbottom! Drove home and ate at Apt.

BTW- I went to bed Friday night at 9pm and woke up at 3am to check tire. Went back to bed and rolled out at 4:30 took shower and left by 5am. Took mopac to 360 to 290 w/ no toll!!! Very little traffic Saturday morning!!! Made it to gate by 6:15am!!! Once again, TSA PASS was amazing!!! Only 2-3 deep vs 25-30plus!!!

Was it hard to listen to MJ describe the trauma? You did this ___

Celeste and her would color at my parents when it got tense!

Girls that sit on dads laps - message that was gross!

Brian - curious vs judge !!! Ted lasso!

SLM- Sheldon sat behind him talked to him the whole time about... he was a dear in headlights!

MJ- GPA BILLS Funeral- I attended but Gma D didn't and MJ was disappointed and upset she didn't attend.

MJ- Patrick takes plays devils advocate with MJ ... she doesn't feel heard! I can relate to Patrick's way and wish I understood it's more about feeling heard than trying to create dialogue...

MJ- GPA was asked to teach her how to park but was curious how to teach her if she hadn't driven yet? Haha 😂

MJ- how I acted around women, how my dad acted around them how I reparent and don't feel the same way... I was worried about spending to much time thought worried id hurt her saying something wrong... I didn't know how to have a relationship with female that wasn't physical. Had to keep my distance! Now, because I have a relationship with self I can be vulnerable myself around other females and not let it be about physical.

MJ - tree painting in shed. I told her it didn't look like a tree. Critical... I let her continue but I think I borderline dissociated and tried to recall because I vaguely remembered the task no recall of my action behavior! Grandpa was in town during that event BTW! I remembered him visiting when I returned to Oregon. What was her point... about my critical comment about tree... ya I dissociated!

MJ - slept in Thursday until 8am after her Wed ketamine! I did too... went to bed at 2:30am.

SLM- Gma D commented that MJ looked different. Melissa said she's on psychotropic Rx. My 1st thought was oh no... GMA isn't close to MELISSA and she's trying to hot wire her emotionally to relate for relationship. ??? She might think that ? Is harmless but she's bypassing layers of context to get to relationship. SLM was there and too offense for MJ ... perhaps her mom doesn't have capacity to experience time with MJ (trust) maybe GMA D is feeling entitled to a level of personal relationship based on family status.

SLM- can't be in a relationship with mom but she can relate. That looks like sharing at a level of trust that pacifies her moms capacity for relationship.

SLM- Boundaries- is smallest distance at which I can love both you and me. Oh it's a half a mile!!!

SLM- Clean up my side of street! Instantly got pregnant and instantly got back into pxx

SLM- God is here and has something for SLM! Searching for Spiritual nuggets ... checking her own log on her eye... that was torturous don't get me wrong!! Your in this dance what's your part! Every class boundaries, changes that heal, recovery depart classss at church GT!

I want to understand this ...

SLM is addicted to thinking -Paula!

Deep revelation...

MJ and I realized Celeste might be closer to my dad because she didn't hear him and fear him... like everybody else did! She still has nightmares. Boys names Max, Michael

MJ- online friend dating... vetting those that like same authors... movies YouTube without saying how they process?

-Pushing friends/people without trauma away.

- we are the same for a lot of issues. Triggers: noises,

-her suicide happened in relationship when she felt like her cracks were showing and he was going to leave! He said if she was wanting to be sad all the time that he was going to leave? That's not the person he was wanting to stay with.

MJ- I was 15yrs volunteered to hospital. Acting out! Why acting out? Wanted to be heard!! Austin 15yrs old separation! Travis 15yrs old told him about me! No secrets!

MJ- mad at mom family secrets! When dad kicked out she maybe was questioned why separation why kicked out? The the secrets came out!!! If I had changed maybe she would have exposed the insanity and gas lighting kids!

SLM- if she moves away she is moving away from mom who is taking her to therapy... among other things...Me- is Patrick open enough to supporting MJ in family community! Will he gaslight her to move away and not grow or is that question far fetched? Is family stable enough to give space and support without judgement! Does Brian talk to SLM and Billy? To take a pulse on grounded ness? Can family hold space for each other even if she moves across town?

CHUYS- MJ and Patrick - let Patrick talk about guitar and music and Brazil's .Zara bs Zlatan Ibrahim

NAOMI:

-ok to shelf the flat tire for later... focus on being present for Celeste and boys. I feel bad for hyperfocusing on rental flat in Houston! I truely wanted to continue seeing them with MJ before returning to ATX before dark.

-I think I dissociated just then can you repeat ...?

- I underestimate MJ defensive driving... she did well the last bit driving from Bastrop to apt.

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