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samonroegf · 6 months ago

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getting high with sam for the first time

f!reader. suggestive moments but no smut, fluff if you squint, angstish, childhood best friends to strangers to lovers? idk i just love him. veronica ( a character i made up) is used to replace alyssa bc she's a weirdo lol. lotta emotions, pals. 3.8k ᝰ masterlist

you'd known you wanted to try weed for a while now, it was just a bit intimidating. there's also the fact that you're 18 and you still haven't tried it, some might call you a pussy, but you just like to be precautionary.

there was the anti-drug commericals and your father breathing down your neck about being a functioning member of society. the pressure has become too much. you can't help but remember some of the stoner movies you've seen and they seemed so carefree.

so you started to concote the perfect plan, you'd never gotten in trouble, never even tardy for school. when your parents monthly business trip comes up, you knew exactly what you had to do.

invite sam monroe over for the first time in four years, and ask him to teach you how to get high.

so you think about your childhood best friend turned stranger, sam monroe. he wasn't the nicest, especially after his parents’ divorce. but there was also the fact that he had a soft spot just for you. and supposedly everyone knew, you hadn't witnessed this soft spot in a long time, so you hoped it made him a little nicer. you can't even recall why, maybe a kid crush or something. maybe you never knew at all.

you cleaned your room, made it all nice and hid some of your stuffed animals. if you were to invite sam over, you couldn't look like even more innocent than you already did.

on that fateful friday afternoon, you kissed your parents and bid them farewell. the pair completely oblivious to what their perfect little girl would be up to. a somewhat devious smile played on your lips.

you had harboured some kind of school girl crush on sam, since the two of you grew distant. he was mysterious and quiet now, you wish you knew him. wish you never would have let him slip out of your hands.

maybe that can change, maybe you can sew up the tattered thread of a connection. you wanted to laugh at yourself, you're so worked up about sam fucking monroe. the boy that you used to play in the mud with, but then again you're not just little kids anymore. things were definitely complicated. maybe more than you realized.

you couldn't help but start to pace around your room a bit, what if he said no? what if he just refused to come over? maybe you should cook something enticing, give him a extra reason? you had the weed and rolling papers already, courtesy of josh. you hated talking to him, but he had what you needed.

you walked over to the home phone hanging on the wall, and then to the clock on the stove. 6:30 p.m. the green digits stared back at you. this was a once in a lifetime chance so you swallowed your anxiety and picked up the receiver.

you dialed sam’s mom’s number, having it memorized like it was your own mother's. there was always some part of sam in your head, always stuck with you like a lover slain.

you waited patiently for someone to answer the phone, your heart beating louder than your ears could stand. you were sure this was the dumbest you'd ever felt.

“hello, kimball residence, who am i speaking with?” robin kimball, sam's mother, sounded tired. the kind of exhaustion you onlly get when you hate your life.

“hi robin! it's y/n! i was wondering if you could, uh, get sam for me?” your voice was shaky, but you hoped that she wouldn't pay it too much mind. or that she didn't notice it all.

“oh y/n! it's so nice to speak with you, how have you been?” her voice perked up once she realized who you were. always having been like a second mom to you, during your friendship with sam, guess the whole family has a soft spot for you.

“oh, I'm okay! i was just thinking of sam, and wanted him to come hang out, maybe have a sleepover like we used to!” you tried not to sound so childish, but perhaps it was working in your favor. excitement bleed into your tone, maybe hope too.

robin sighed a little, a mix of sadness and apprehension, “i can try to get him on the phone, but I can't make any promises.”

that confused you. but considering how sam acted at school, you couldn't imagine he was any easier at home.

“what do you want?” his voice felt like venom and ice, but you tried to ignore it.

“i, uh, i have some, uh, i have some w-” your stuttering didn't get you very far, sam was a very impatient boy.

“would you just spit it out,” he sounded less mad, and more just irritated. you imagined he probably dragged a hand down his face.

“sorry, I'm sorry. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to, I don't wanna bother you. bye, sam.” you rambled this out as fast as you possibly could and hung up just as quick.

your nerves and his mean tone became just a little too much, you'd never heard him talk to you like that. you didn't know him anymore. that hurt your heart, much more than you would like to admit. it was a fact, had been for quite some time but something about witnessing it with your own ears. it was real now.

sam stomped up the stairs to his room, closing and locking the door with a slam. he ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the black and blue strands.

“who the fuck does she think she is?” his voice was mingled with various emotions, he couldn't figure them out nor did he really want to.

“doesn't talk to me for four fucking years and then one day just calls me up and asks to hangout?” he's trying to keep his voice to a low mumble. as to not bother his younger siblings, even if he couldn't really stand them.

“tells my mom she wants a sleepover?” he almost wanted to go over there just to give her a piece of his mind. he kicked a box on the floor, and it shot across the room against a wall. he heard peter stomping down the hallway to yell at him, and slipped out of his window. a common practice these days.

he was dressed in cargo pants, his boots and a sweatshirt with the rolling stones logo printed in black and white. he was cursing under his breath, as he made the walk.

he couldn't believe her audacity, but then why would she call him unless he was the only one she could call. that had to be bullshit, she had plenty of friends. ten times more than what sam had.

he kicked a rock and lit a cigarette as he continued down the street, he hated that he could still remember the fastest way to her house. her perfect little house, with a perfect little family.

it was only just then that her words settled, like rain through a fog. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to. why would she have weed, unless her perfect little life wasn't so. course, could have been a lie to get him here. could be a prank, but she was never one to be nasty like that. or at least he hoped she wouldn't steep so low.

he had about a million questions that are going through his head, but the one that stuck out the most, why me? why would she call me out of everyone? it's not like sam was the only stoner in their school, but she still wanted him to come over. it made him puff on the cigarette a little faster.

sam stopped in the middle of the street for a moment, staring at the moon and sun that were now able to be seen at the same time. there was some poetry in this but he didn't want to fucking hear it.

he tried to shake his head of all these thoughts as he walked up the stairs to her front door. at the very bottom, you can still see paint marks of her and his handprints from when they moved in. sam was the first friend she made, he remembers her telling him, they'd be friends forever. feels like a cruel joke now.

you sat on your bed looking anxiously at the baggie that stood out on your bedside table. the nightstand a white wood with a pink lamp, and covered in literature. the weed looked weird and out of place next to them.

the slam of the front door and stomps crawling up the stairs brought you out of thoughts, sam standing in your doorway. he leaned against the wood, just looking at you. he looked pissed, but you were unsure if that was just his neutral expression at this point.

“you called.” he barely uttered two words to you, but you couldn't help the growing smile that stretched your lips.

“i wasn't sure if you'd actually show up!” you wished you didn't sound so happy, it was weakness he was bound to attack. you hoped your best friend, sammy was still in there, somewhere.

“what can i say? free weed, can't let that kind of offer go.” he chuckled as he spoke, and it was almost like you knew him again. but you didn't, he was a stranger in your bedroom, while your parents were hours away at this point.

he almost wanted to break something, he had so many questions, so much to say but now that he was in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to push it all aside. this wasn't like this normally, usually anger was so easy to hold onto. this time, it was like he never had any to begin with.

he slowly wandered into the room, looking over everything you had displayed. you prayed he didn't open the closet and get assualted by plushies. the thought almost made you want to giggle.

he was stuck, stuck holding a picture in his hand. he hadn't seen the polaroid in four years. a cheesing sam stared back at him, so free and fun. your arms were tight around him, couldn't be older than six and you were smiling just as big.

as you came to stand next to him, you looked at the picture in his hand. you were being torn between crying and laughing. it's such a cute picture, one that you thought you'd show your kids one day. but those thoughts were one of a silly little girl who believed that sam would always be by your side. you felt stupid, mad and sad all at once.

“i remember this day,” sam's voice sounds faraway, like he is scared to talk at all. like the picture and you would disappear, and he'd wake up from another dream.

“it was the day our dad's built your pool, and we played all day long.” he finished, looking from the photo to you. it was the first time he's really looked at you. his blue eyes peering into yours, you felt naked under his stare.

“yeah, and we had ice cream and it got everywhere,” you chuckled sadly, this felt like a reunion with a lover rather than a friend. you looked away back to the picture in his hand, taking it you put it back on your mirror. as he watched your hands, he noticed it wasn't the only picture of the two of you. you kept every single one, always one to cherish every memory, even if it hurts more than it helps.

“why do you still have them?” his voice is barely above a whisper like he's scared to hear the answer.

“i always hoped you'd come back, that we'd go back to old times. feels kinda stupid to say out loud” you laughed, bringing your arms around yourself trying to bring yourself some comfort.

you're looking at all the pictures, too scared to see what expression is resting on sam's face now.

“well, I'm here, aren't I?” you finally turned to look at him, your eyebrows creased in worry or concern. you weren't sure. his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, it's awkward and comforting all the same.

“would you have ever came if I didn't call? if i didn't have weed?” your voice might break if it shakes anymore, your tongue sucks over your teeth in anxiety.

“wait, don't answer that. i don't want the answer. i don't think you miss me the way i miss you.” you interrupted him. the second half of your words came out mumbled as you walk away from him and sit on the bed. a tear slid down your face, and it makes a bitter laugh come out of you. you've never wanted someone so close and so fucking faraway from you. you wioed it away and hoped he didn't see it. weakness was not an option.

“you don't get to do this,” his voice is quiet, but you were sure that it wouldn't stay that way.

“you don't get to cry and put words in my mouth, you have no fucking idea how i feel.” he raised his voice a bit and you just rolled your eyes at him. he came to sit opposite to you on the bed.

“yeah, you're right. but you also never fucking talked to me. you were my best friend one day and then avoiding me the next. how the fuck do you think that's gonna make me feel? hell, how the fuck can you just do that to someone.” you were yelling too now, staring at him with so much anger. you weren't even really that mad, you were just hurt.

“that is not what fucking happened. you became friends with josh, that's what happened,” his eyes narrowed at you and you wanted, well you don't know what you want but this is definitely something that needed to happen. josh had been a bully in middle school, i guess much hasn't changed.

“excuse the fuck out of me? i did no such thing, i was friends with veronica. i was friends with her, and then you left. and i know, yes, i know that you fucked vee. you left me, and that wasn't enough.” you were seething at this point, barely able to remember why you even missed him in the first place. you got off the bed, not even being able to look at him.

“i did not fuck veronica. who told you that? let me guess, veronica?” your head whipped in his direction, you stopped in your tracks.

your cheeks warmed as you realized you may have been fed incorrect information, “you didn't? but she and josh both told me on seperate instances.” you felt stupid, you came to sit on the bed again. a sheepish look on your face.

“no, i didn't fuck veronica. are you stupid?” the anger in the room begin to fizzle out, and you smacked his shoulder, “don't say that, I'm not stupid.” you gave him a fake angry look and looked at your feet.

you'd been lied to for four years, four years where sam didn't have be alienated. four years where your best friend could be beside you.

“why’d you stop coming around, then? if it wasn't cause of that? ” the fear of rejection injected to your veins. your lip was tightly pulled between your teeth, an anxious habit. your eyes looked from him to your hands as you waited for him to answer.

“somebody told me you hated me and didn't want me around anymore.” his voice was distant like he couldn't believe his own words. “told me you were just friends with me out of pity.”

“now you're the stupid one.” you laughed dryly, trying to make light of the situation. you bumped your shoulder into his.

“hell, i might be. i doubt if you hated me you'd keep all those cheesy momentos.” he chuckled and you could have savored the feeling that went through your chest. he might be better than any high that weed could give you. if you didn't have a bit of love for him before, you definitely do now.

you felt like a tornado of emotions, you didn't know what was to happen now.

some time passed in silence, you both unsure of what was to happen next. years of pushed down feelings that no longer have a sense of direction.

anxiety creeped up your back, looking at sam he's just looking at you. a slight smile on his lips, it's a sight you could get used to.

“what?” you laughed a bit out of embarrassment.

“you’re just pretty.” his voice was soft and you kinda wanted to throw up. how could all this happen and he can just have the audacity to compliment you. you dropped eye contact but a similar smile could now been seen on your face.

“so, we're good now?” you spoke, eyes glued to the floor. you didn't think you could keep from kissing him, if he kept looking at you like that.

“we’re so good. you ready to smoke?” sam smiled some, and layed back on the bed. his arms falling above his head, he stared at the ceiling. life is just some game, and he's pretty sure he just won big. he felt somewhere between being on cloud nine and being the dumbest motherfucker he's ever met. he can't believe he believed josh about some stupid rumor, instead of just coming to you.

“so, actually the thing about that, i don't know how. i called you so you could teach me because i trust you.” warmth gathered on your cheeks again.

he leans up on one arm to look at you, and he smiles real big, teeth and all. his tongue crossing his lips as he laughs a bit. it was clear though, he wasn't laughing at you, just laughing at the situation. but still you must tease him, make up for lost time.

“sammy, don't laugh at me.” before you could stop yourself, the nicknames spilled out of your lips. a nickname sam hadn't heard in some time and it made his heart skip a beat.

“babe, it's not my fault, you make it so easy.” there he was again, undressing you with his eyes. whether it be intentional or not, you weren't sure. his cheeks glowed a little pink and you couldn't help but giggle. it's fair game at this point. you never knew sam as someone to use alot of pet names, is he trying to pick you up?

“yeah, well, you're blushing, dork.” it was a dumb retort, and on top of it all you stuck out your tongue at him. crossing your arms like the brat that you are. it seemed your question answered itself. you were somewhere between friends and lovers, and that scared the shit out of you.

“no I'm not.” he said incredulously, like it was something that was physically impossible. he quick to get off the bed, pushing at his cheeks in the mirror.

you're happy to skip up beside him, “yeah, you are, it's like you have a crush on me or something." you giggled. another thing that should have been left unsaid, spoken by you again. it was necessary, you had to know the truth. it felt like life or death, at this moment.

he stands up beside you, and it's only then that you notice he's got at least half a foot on you. it feels intimidating when he smirks at you.

“what if i do? maybe i like to make cute girls squirm,” his hands come to rest on your hips, and you were sure you were gonna faint, have a heart attack, or maybe die.

“sam, what are you doing.” it wasn't a question, cause you didn't want the answer.

“i'm touching you, is that okay?” you can't help but dumbly nod. he leaning towards you and you let him. his lips are soft against yours, and he pulls you closer. his smell and taste was intoxicating. you were sure if you were dead, this would be what heaven felt like.

your hands come to rest on his chest, letting him kiss you a bit longer before pushing him away.

“i-i think we should smoke, yeah, i think we should do that.” you weren't even sure what you were saying at this point. but you didn't want to just get him back and immediately jump into bed. you're not ready for that yet.

“whatever you want, doll.” he presses one soft, chaste kiss to your forehead and walks towards the weed and the rolling papers. you were almoat confused as you followed him back to the bed, who is this man? you wanted to kick your feet and acream into your pillow.

you watch as his skilled, ring-clad fingers pushed the weed into the white papers. you thought you might have a health issue when his tongue dipped over his lips to wet the paper. your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him, so he just chuckles and finishes sealing the joint.

“now, what you're gonna do, and I'll demonstrate too. put the paper between your lips,” he explained everything in excruciating detail, and it made your legs clamp together a little. you needed more self control, maybe, but you weren't going to let all this get to you. not this fast, it wasn't fair.

setting the paper between his lips, he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, it was white all the plastic wrap has been picked off of it.

“when you hit it, take small puffs, breathe in and then exhale, like this okay?” he making eye contact with you as he does so.

he hands you the joint and you hope it helps you recollect yourself. you do exactly as he said and did, and somehow still end up coughing up a lung. irritated eyes making contact with his playful ocean ones.

“try again, it'll get easier, you're just a baby stoner.” he rubbed your back a little, and you tried again. this time it went down smoothly and you could feel something as soon as you exhaled. you hand him the joint and watch his expert smoking habits.

you never knew how hot someone smoking could be, but here he was. sam, your sam, looked like some bad boy in a teen cliche film. you never knew why girls would go for guys like this, but now you got it.

the two of you spent the rest of the night recalling stories, watching comfort films and laying in his arms. he held you tight, and smoked you out until you were nothing but a giggly, high mess. he got decently stoned himself and you feel asleep like that.

#ζ callista says things . ✦#sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x female!reader #sam monroe fluff #sam monroe angst #sam monroe drabble #sam monroe fic #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe one-shot #sam monroe imagine #life as a house #life as a house sam

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crazysaru99 · 2 months ago

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LMK fic au idea

Welp im not good writing fic and my ideas are riots

@quitealotofsodapop and I made an au about the Monkey King's children: Paramita, Sun Luzhen, Yuebei Xing, Jidu and Luohou.

This happens once Wukong finishes his journey and returns home, helping with the reconstruction of the island, mainly because he starts to feel lonely especially for what happened with his partner Macaque. And one of the things he always wanted once the war was over is to be able to have a family with his beloved but this couldn't happen so he will do it with his own hands in the style of Nuwa, he would create clay eggs and even find a hidden one and from there his children would be born.

Paramita is the firstborn and heir to the throne of the kingdom of the mountain of fruits and flowers and Alolai being the serious of all his brothers and the most elegant of them, he has an elegance that his father lacks but that will not make him less lethal on the battlefield; he is the general of the kingdom's army and has on his shoulders the expectations of the kingdom as crown prince.

Sun Luzhen in his canon is Wukong's twin brother who had taken so long to hatch, and the second to be born when he was found, the king had adopted him as his own son, He has an energetic personality like a showman, He is now a version of Porty light, he is a professional musician and has worked in various musical genres, even in large industries making soundtracks for various movies or video games under an alias.

Yuebei Xing, the only daughter of the monkey king, is daddy's little princess, with a tough character and a very bad temper, with an enormous and muscular build that makes her completely intimidating, but under the dark shell she is a monkey who loves her family and her brothers, she was born with a cleft lip of which she only has a scar, she is a renowned paleontologist in her field who loves her job, she has always loved digging up bones since she was little.

Jidu and Luohou they are mischievous twins who like to cause trouble like their older brother Luzhen, who love theater like Macaque and dedicate their life to that art. Jidu is a comedian in various stand-up comedy shows while Luohou is an actor in musicals and has participated in many.

Jidu

Grande Caeza de pichi

Luohou

King Paramita, Jidu and Luohou desing based in @wuzhiqi-enj0yer

Wukong wanted to experience the possibility of having children by modeling in clay that he created 4 eggs, by the time he found the stone egg of Luzhen he found that the Paramita egg had already hatched and in time only the eggs of the others would hatch turning Wukong into a tired father of 5 energetic children.

Rumors of his existence abounded, especially the fact that Paramita was the son of Princess Iron Fan, which was never lacking (Paramita could never find the author of that aberration in the book and if he had, he would have pulverized it). This rumor was born because he and Red Son WERE childhood friends and a possible marriage union between them was expected (Like Odette and Derek in The Swan Princess). Now their parents wanted them to marry for love like they did, but then the thing at the mountain happened and they lost contact.

Paramita as a cub: "This is my best friend Red. When we grow up, we'll get married and have an island to ourselves!" :3

But that is if the day they meet again they shout with joy and hug each other like little kids who haven't seen each other all summer.

The rumors of the monkey king's children grew to be illustrated in the non-canonical sequels of the journey to the west and at that time they were just children, but due to the isolation of the monkey king the rumors of them became a myth until their existence was doubted, making the shadow of his father grow…

MK would meet the children of the monkey king in ''A hero is born'' is when he lands on the beach of Huaguoshan Island and they were the monkeys in disguise (Headcanon the common monkeys are glamours of yao monkeys)

Making them lose their glamour and scare MK even more until Paramita has to take control of the situation by lining everyone up.

After the initial scare MK asks them to take him to the monkey king and leave them alone; Now you might be wondering why the monkey king would need a successor? Simple, because Wukong has empty nest syndrome.

For the events of season two Paramita and his brothers will be in charge of MK's training so he wouldn't be so far behind and if they would be aware of LBD.

When MKang finds out about their existence it will be at the end of this same season especially when Pigsy is yelling at Wukong and oh boy, if there is something that Paramita does NOT tolerate at all is that HIS FATHER IS INSULTED (He's a daddy's boy)

Pigsy: You're supposed to be his mentor! Paramita: "Excusr me!? He raised five children as a single parent!" HE IS ANYTHING BUT A LAZY MAN WHO DOES NOTHING, DAMN SERVANT!!!

Paramita was millimeters away from beating Pigsy up, he will defend his father's honor knowing how introverted he is and will let that insult pass (He will fight even in mud to prove his point), his brothers would be pulling him to avoid the chef's announced death, even Yuebei has a hard time doing it being the strongest of all her brothers.

And that would be all c:

EDIT: And now the au called ''Wuxing au''

#my art #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk mk #king paramita #sun luzhen #yuebei xing #lmk yuebei xing #jidu #luohou #qi xiaotian #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk pigsy #red son #Wuxing au

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hoetolegist · 2 years ago

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Let me have a taste

Summary: Getting married is not something you want to do right now but sucking off the son of your mom's boss is

Warnings: sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, semi public, 2 seconds of jealous Stefan, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, language (y'all know I like to curse), y/n is a riding pro, slight choking, explicit kinda

Authors note: this story was low-key an excuse for me to practice my blowjob writing skills lmao so the sex and the ending wasn't really thought out much nonetheless I hope you like it. p.s there's more plot than I thought oop-

Every time you flew down to Mystic falls to visit your parents, your mom always ended up talking about how disappointed she was about you being 24 and single. This time was no different. You sat at the round glass table with your mom and your dad, eating a casserole that your mom made a few hours prior to your visit. It hasn't even been 10 seconds into eating before your mom cleared her throat to speak, you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come

"Y/n" she began "you're twenty four. You need to settle down and start a family"

You inwardly groaned and rolled your eyes. This is a conversation that you were never able to avoid, not when you were 21, not when you were 22, not when you were 23 and not now. What your parents don't understand is that you are a very busy woman. It's not that you don't want a boyfriend, you'd love to have someone to come home to and talk about your day with but you just don't have time for one right now. Not only were you a young and attractive woman who just wanted to have her fair share of fun before she couldn't anymore but you also had a serious job that requires a lot of your attention

Your mom got married to your dad when she was 22 and then went on to have you at 24. She wants you to follow in her footsteps and start a family early so by the time you're older you don't have to worry about raising children. The thing is though is that your grandparents were millionaires, they coddled and spoiled your mom endlessly, to the point where she didn't need a job or to do anything for that matter so she decided start a family. Although your mom inherited her parents riches when they passed away, you refused to be spoiled rotten. You wanted to work hard for what you have and you did. You love and respect your mother but you refuse to sit around all day in a house too big, being a stay at home mom who does nothing but cook and clean

"Please don't start. I came here to see you and dad, can we not focus on my love life today" you said as you pushed your food around the plate with a fork, avoiding eye contact

Your mom placed her fork on her plate and sighed. "Honey I just want the best for you. I want you to start a family like me. What about that adorable Matt" she replied

"Mom no" you scoffed "wh- why would you even suggest that?"

Matt was a childhood friend of yours from middle school. You still hang out with him probably once or twice a year but you guys drifted apart a long time ago, there were no hard feelings, it's natural. Your mom loves Matt though, every time you see her she says "you and that Matt kid would make a great couple" or "he'll be your husband one day I'm telling you" but she hasn't even seen him since you guys were 18

The sound of your chair scraping the floor filled the room as you pushed back in your seat to get up. "I haven't talked to Matt in a while" you sighed and grabbed the plates before walking through the door that connected the dining room to the kitchen so you could wash your dish "and please stop telling your friends that I'm looking for a husband. If Mrs. Lockwood calls me one more time, I'm pulling my hair out" you said loud enough for her to hear

You began scrubbing the dishes as your mom walked in and leaned on the counter next to you, her brown bangs fanning messily over her forehead. "Okay I'm sorry honey. I just want you to find a ni-"

"nice guy and settle down" you finished for her "I know and I will. Just not now. There's so much I want to do for myself before I have to share my life with anyone else" you turned the faucet off and shook your hands before drying them on the kitchen towel

She sighed but prodded no more, just tapping the counter "okay honey, we have guests later today" she said before heading to the living room. Your dad leaned against the door frame and you knew he was going to say something, having heard that whole conversation. He shook his head before walking over to you and placing his dish in the sink. "She's just looking out for you in the only way she knows how" he kissed the top of your head "I'll talk to her about it okay?"

You nodded as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen. You released a heavy sigh and grabbed your phone off of the counter before leaving through the backdoor to get some fresh air. You had many messages from your friends, they must be worried since you haven't talked to them since you landed which means it has been two days now

[Caroline]

Y/n, are you okay?

I said text me when you get there remember??

Bonnie is gonna spam call the group chat if you don't answer

[Bonnie]

Hey! Just checking in

I stg you better not be dead

I'm calling

[2 missed calls from Bonnie]

[4 missed calls from 'the girls who care']

You chuckled to yourself upon seeing those messages. You decided to three-way call the group chat so you didn't have to go back and forth texting both of your friends. You sat down on the rocking chair as your phone rang

"You bitch" was the first thing you heard once the ringing stopped. Caroline picked up first then Bonnie, they were both scolding you at the same time and you just sat back on the chair and sighed since you couldn't get a word in yet

"Do you understand how worried we were?!" Caroline shouted into her mic

"Seriously, we were about to pack and fly down there" Bonnie added on a bit calmer but you could tell she was just as upset

You waited for them to get silent before you responded "I'm sorry guys. I didn't think things were going to be hectic as soon as I arrived"

They sighed because they knew exactly what you were talking about. The first and last time you ever invited your friends down to visit, your mom embarrassed you endlessly. Not the cute embarrassment when she talks about your baby pictures and coo over your squishy cheeks. No, the embarrassment that comes with getting yelled at in front of your friends for not wanting to get married at 22, the embarrassment of your mom practically telling your friends that they might as well kill themselves if they don't start a family early

"You need to put your foot down y/n" Caroline said with a huff "just cuss her out or something"

"She's my mother Care, I can't cuss my mother out"

"Sure you can" you could picture her rolling her eyes at you "all because she's your mom doesn't mean you have to take the constant disrespect"

Caroline was the one you don't go to for advice and the times you do, you don't really listen to her much. This time, maybe she was right, maybe you do need to put your foot down but if you were going to do it, it wouldn't be today. You waited for Bonnie to say something, anything. She's the calm one, the one that talks some sense into them when things were going wrong and you needed some sense right now

Bonnie sighed exasperated "Y/n, don't cuss your mom out. Caroline, stop suggesting stupid shit like that" you nodded as if she could see you "just sit her down and talk to her about it, your dad is on your side so both of you could team up and make her see that you can make your own decisions about your life and you don't need to be hassled for it"

You face palmed yourself "I've done that already Bonnie. I can't- I can't talk anymore, I've done enough talking with her"

That's when Caroline decided to speak again "well..." she started. You and Bonnie were prepared for her to say something absolutely useless but she said something that actually kind of peaked your interest. "Why don't you just tell her you already have a boyfriend? To get her off of your back at least for the rest of your visit" she said nonchalantly

"Wait- say that again" you demanded, getting up from the swing and pacing the back porch

"Uh, just tell her you have a boyfriend already?" She said it like it was a question "I mean it might be stupid but it could work. Your mom just wants you to settle down, tell her that you will and she'll be excited enough to leave you alone"

"Care you're a fucking genius!" you shouted, you kept your phone stable by using your shoulder as you pumped your fists in victory as if you had the idea yourself. "Gosh I love you guys so much. I'll have to talk to you later okay?"

This plan was absolutely fucking genius. Caroline can be on the dumber side sometimes and her ideas were over the top but there are times where she has those moments that made you want to grab her face and kiss her silly and now was one of those amazing moments.

"Wait" Bonnie tried "Y/n think it through first you can't just-"

You hung up. Of course Bonnie was going to have protests and you'll call her to talk about her opinions later but for now you have a plan and you want to get everything in your head situated first. You texted the chat saying sorry for hanging up so abruptly then you put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans before flinging the back door open

Nobody was in the living room so you threw yourself on the couch and turned on the TV just for some background noise while you sat deep in thought. Deep in the back of your mind you knew this plan would never work but if it did end up working out the way you hoped, you'd have a relaxing rest of your visit. Now you're certain that she'll ask a shit ton of questions, things like "what's his name?" And "when did you meet?" Or "why didn't you tell me this sooner?" So you came up with an answer for all of those questions. Once you came up with your fake backstory and a name to go with it, you decided to go up to your room and take a nap

You knew that you should probably get started on dinner but you were burnt out from the day and the constant nagging you had to put up with. The stairs creaked as you walked up two steps at a time. Your bedroom was still decorated the same from when you were 17 years old. Tacked onto the pale blue walls were multiple BTS posters, a light brown, wooden desk was pushed into the corner closest to the window and right in the middle of the spacey room sat a queen sized bed with pale blue sheets to match the walls and a heavy black comforter because your parents loved to keep the house cold

With a heavy sigh, you closed the door and went to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing up and cleaning your face you threw yourself onto the soft bed and curled under the comforter. Later you'll think things through more but right now you need to get some serious shut eye

"Y/n!" You heard a muffled voice shout out. It was your mom standing at the bottom of the stairs calling for dinner. She had a phrase for waking you up when you were a kid "two shouts before I come in and throw ice water on you". You realized that was her second shout once you heard the stairs creak with every step she took to come up

You rolled out of bed, your butt thumping the ground pretty hard. "Shit" you grimaced and lifted yourself to rub your right ass cheek before you heard your doorknob turn. Your mom flung the door open and stood in the doorway with a big blue cup in her hand, no doubt full of the coldest water she could find. "Hi mom, I'm up" you said groggily as she eyed you like you were crazy. You were sitting on the floor half asleep with one eye open, just your bra and panties on, rubbing your bruising ass cheek while your blanket was tangled around your legs, you could be seen as crazy. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it right away, just nodding and shutting the door quickly with a thud

Okay, so not the best way to say hello to your mother but if she knew how to knock she wouldn't have caught you in such a compromising position. You placed one elbow on your bed and another on your bedside table to hoist yourself up with a grunt. "Jesus fucking Christ" you mumbled as you dragged yourself to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Your mom was inviting one of her co-workers over for dinner and she briefly woke up earlier to tell you to dress your best because there was someone she wanted you to meet

You thought that maybe she was trying to get you to talk to one of her friends so you could get a job in town, you knew how badly she wanted you to move back in with her and your dad. So when you walk down stairs in your black, tight fitted long sleeved shirt, camaflouge print cargo pants - cinched at the ankles, and black, leather converse high tops, you weren't expecting to see one of the most gorgeous men you have ever seen before in your 24 years of living. Your mom was talking to a lady who you assumed was her co-worker while the man looked around the living room, smiling at family pictures and touching the plants

"Oh Y/n you're here!!" Everyone looked at you at the announcement of your arrival. You waved shyly then walked over to your mom with your arms stiffly at your sides. She introduced the woman as Vanessa Salvatore, the CEO of Salvatore inc, the largest car company in all of North America. Your jaw damn near touched your toes, when your mom had said co-worker you wouldn't have thought that she meant the CEO of the goddamn company she worked at

The woman shook your hand firmly and called over the man who was walking around the living room. "This is my son" she said as he walked over. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, paired with a grey suit and brown shoes, his dirty blonde hair was gelled back, a missed curl falling prettily in front of his eye. As he planted himself next to his mother you noticed that his eyes were a beautiful emerald green and his jaw was chiseled to perfection, it could cut through diamonds if he tried. He was devastatingly gorgeous, taking your eyes off of him would not be easy

"Hello, I'm Stefan Salvatore" he held his hand out and flashed a beautiful, toothy smile. You smiled right back at him and took his hand, shaking firmly like your mom taught you. "Y/n Smith, nice to meet you" you replied, trying to sound professional, this must be something important, pertaining to your mothers job. You pulled your hand back while he stared at you, intensely like he was trying to read you through your eyes. You were starting to feel kind of hot under his gaze so you turned around to go help your father set the table

Your father greeted you with a smile when you walked through the doors "hey honey" he said as he grabbed a stack of napkins "help set these plates, will you?" He kissed your cheek then walked past you to set down the napkins. While you grabbed the plates you heard the kitchen door swing open, you turned around to see who it was and there was Stefan, waving hello to your father as he walked toward you

"Y/n right?" Stefan grabbed the glass cups that were stacked on the counter next to you "sorry if I stared a little back there, you are a gorgeous woman" he said, you could see a slight smirk on his face, he's confident, that's either a good thing or a bad thing. "Thanks, you're a very handsome man" you returned the compliment before going to set the plates down. He followed you to the connected dining room and set a cup down beside every plate you placed on the table. A comfortable silence wrapped around the two of you as you both worked to set the table

After the table was done being set up you called everyone into the dining room to eat. Your mom cooked since you had taken a nap (you reminded yourself to apologize for that later). She made baked macaroni, sliced ham, sliced turkey, yellow rice with gravy and baked chicken. You were ready to dig in but guests first was the biggest rule whenever you had company over. You waited until their plates were fixed then you eagerly stood up and placed some of everything on yours

"So Michelle, I heard that the idea of two engines was your idea" Ms. Salvatore held a hand to her mouth as she talked. Your mom nodded her head "I was quite shocked at hearing that but after learning so much about you I could see that you are a smart woman". You smiled proudly upon hearing this, your mom had been working on that two engine idea for the better part of a year, when she finally got the chance to pitch it to her higher ups she was a big ball of nerves, calling you every two seconds before she had to be in the boardroom

Your mom bowed her head shyly "thank you so much Vanessa" she said gratefully, a hue of pink faint on her cheeks

Conversations flowed perfectly after that. Ms. Salvatore asked you questions like where you worked and where you lived now and you had answered truthfully. You were the head photographer at the modeling agency you worked at in New York, Lights up studios

Mrs. Salvatore's eyes lit up "Oh! A photographer? My Stefan is a model and he lives in New York too" she pat his shoulder "It's hard to get him to come visit since his schedule is very tight but he manages"

"Me too, I visit whenever my schedule dies down a bit" you cleared your throat and looked at Stefan "a model? You are very handsome" you noticed the way your mom looked between you two with a big smile on her face. "Which companies have you worked with?". You wanted to know if he ever worked with your company before, maybe before you began working there he had done some shoots

Stefan shrugged "uh, nothing big just-" he looked at his mom and sighed, she was obviously very proud of his profession "Gucci and Louis Vuitton, places like that" he scratched the back of his head, for some reason embarrassed

Your eyes widened and you put your fork down "Oh wow that's totally big. I would love to see your pictures one day". You could tell he was about to decline but his mom already had her phone in hand and pictures pulled up. Stefan's photos were amazing, he was a natural and whoever his photographer was, they were so very talented. Your breath caught in your throat at one specific photo from an underwear photoshoot, it was hot but it weirded you out that you were looking at it from his moms phone. You sat back up and started chewing on a piece of ham while his mom showed more pictures to your parents

Dinner was great. After you and your mom had finished clearing the table, everyone gathered in the living room. After thanking Mrs. Salvatore for coming over, your dad went upstairs to his room because he had to get to work early tomorrow. Your mom sat next to Mrs. Salvatore on the couch and they seemed to be talking about something important. Stefan was sitting on a recliner, looking a little lost so you decided to sit on the one next to him

"Hey" you said as you sat down "I apologize, I wouldn't have asked if I knew you were going to be a bit uncomfortable". You were feeling bad about his obvious discomfort when you asked to see his pictures. He obviously didn't like talking about his profession much and you didn't mean to pry

He flicked his wrist dismissively "It's fine. I wanted to show them, I just uh, get a little embarrassed when my mom starts to talk about it" he lowered his head "it's stupid"

You shook your head "it's not stupid, I know how you feel". Hearing your parents brag about you is the worst, especially when it's about something as big as what Stefan does. You couldn't even imagine your mom pulling out pictures of you to brag to anyone she has a chance to brag to

"I'm surprised I've never bumped into someone as sexy as you up in New York" Stefan suddenly leaned over and whispered into your ear, deep and raspy. Heat immediately pooled in your stomach at the sinful sound. He's obviously not shy when it comes to flirting, is what you thought to yourself

You chuckled "is that so?". What you did next was bold but you didn't care. You turned your head his way, he was still leaning close to you so now your faces were only inches apart, you could see the shards of gray in his eyes and the way his lips formed a lopsided heart. "Well Mr. Salvatore, now you know where to bump into me" you whispered against his lips. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes

Just as he was about to reply, Mrs. Salvatore called you both over. You got up at the same time and walked over to the couch. Your mom was looking around nervously and that made you nervous but you didn't say anything, you waited for whatever was about to be said. "Uh, we think you two should go out and get drinks. Let the adults talk some more"

You looked at your mother and just like you thought, she wasn't making eye contact with you. No way was she trying to set you up with her boss's son. "Mom, can I talk to you in the kitchen" you said with a fake smile on your face

"Honey" she laughed awkwardly "we have guests"

"Just for a minute"

You turned around and walked to the kitchen, knowing your mom would be right behind you. "Mom what the fuck?" You whisper shouted once she walked in and the door was closed "your boss's son? Are you serious right now?"

She raised a brow "excuse me young lady? Watch your mouth" she sighed "now it's just to see how compatible you two are. He's a sweet young man and if you're going to get married soon then-"

You threw your hands in the air and interrupted her with a groan "I don't want to get married mom, what don't you understand!"

She was pleading with her eyes now "Y/n just try, you might like Stefan, he's a sweet boy. And he has seemed to take a liking to you already"

"Mom I don't-" You sighed tiredly, you have no more fight left in you and no more strength left to even finish that sentence. Everything you tell her goes in one ear and out the other, you can't do it anymore so you just agreed. You glared at your mom one more time before leaving the kitchen, mumbling a quiet "nice to meet you" to Ms. Salvatore before snatching your car keys from the hook by the front door

"Let's go Stefan" you said with a little sass as you threw the front door open and walked out into the night. Stefan was right behind you, closing the house door and scrambling to sit in the passenger side of your black Mercedes E Class. Once in the car, you started it and exhaled heavily "do you mind if I bluetooth this?" You asked Stefan as you held up your phone, indicating you needed to make a call. He shrugged and sat back, buckling his seat belt

As you pulled out of the driveway the sounds of your phone ringing filled the car. You needed some sense right now before you angrily killed you and Stefan by driving off of the next bridge you cross so you called the only person who could give you some sense. "Hello?" A voice whispered, she was obviously sleeping and you would feel bad if you weren't completely pissed

"Bonnie, why the fuck do I put up with this shit? I can't talk to her and to hell with the fake boyfriend plan, that wasn't going to work anyway and I knew it wasn't the minute I put my head down to nap" you were going on and on, to anybody else the silence would mean Bonnie doesn't really care but you know she's just listening intently "I can't do this shit anymore. I can't keep coming down here and hearing the same shit and worrying about the next man my mom is trying to marry me off to in Mystic Falls. It's exhausting Bonnie"

You weren't even angry anymore just exhausted. You tried to understand your mom, you tried to sympathize with her, you tried to be angry with her but none of it is working. Nothing you do is going to stop the constant nagging and the constant questions about your love life and the silent judgement you get from her friends whose kids are already married

Bonnie hummed "what happened y/n? Did she tell another one of her friends that you want a husband"

"Basically. She invited her boss and the lady's goddamn son to the house for dinner then sent me out to get drinks with the fucking son" you chuckled dryly "she thinks I didn't notice her smiling at us like we were going to get married right there in the fucking living room"

Stefan was looking at you like you were crazy but you paid him no mind. He knew exactly what you were talking about because judging by the way his mom was smiling from ear to ear upon introducing him, she definitely told him he needed to start looking for a wife too

"Is he ugly?" Is what Bonnie asked, you saw Stefan smirk out the corner of your eye and this time it pissed you off so you said the logical answer

"Yes" you bit back a snicker when you saw his eyes widen "and he's shorter than a troll"

"Hey! You're a liar" Stefan said, pointing an accusatory finger at you

"IS HE IN THE CAR?" Bonnie shouted, you winced at how loud it was, leaning over to turn the car volume down a little

You released a laugh, high pitched and squeaky "yeah he is" you laughed harder "you should see the way he's glaring at me"

Before you knew it, all three of you started laughing. It felt nice to laugh like that and you felt less pissed. Bonnie then stopped laughing and called your name, you hummed in acknowledgment. "Just make the most of it okay? Don't think of it as your mom sending you off on a date, think of it as you meeting a new friend" she said

You nodded your head, she's right you need to think more positively. Stefan is funny and handsome, you won't marry him but you sure would fuck him if you had the chance. So why not make the most of it? "You're right Bon, thank you" you sighed "I don't know what I'd do without you". You said your goodbyes and apologized for waking her up then you hung up

"Great friend. Mine would've told me to push you out of the car and take the next flight back to New York" Stefan said once the call ended

You laughed and glanced at him "if I had called my other friend, she would've said the same thing" you stopped at a red light then leaned back in your seat "you're not ugly by the way or short" you said quietly, your joking demeanor long gone

"I know" he replied smugly. You scoffed in disbelief and amusement, so he's definitely not one to turn down a compliment

You shook your head as you started driving again "Salvatore you're something else" you replied, hearing him release a breathy laugh in response

It's a sound you've come to like, maybe a little too much

The music was blaring and you could barely hear the story Stefan was trying to tell you. You both agreed to go to a local night club called "Mindy's", great bar service and great bathrooms to suck someone off. Stefan was leaning back in the booth across from you, his legs were spread out and he had both arms propped up behind him, he threw his head back in a deep laugh at one of his own jokes and you swear it was one of the sexiest things you ever heard

You were still kind of upset about your mother trying to set you up to get married but you tried not to think about it here. You were with Stefan and more than likely going to get fucked tonight, why ruin that with complaints? You tapped on the table "do you want another drink?" You asked Stefan as you slid out of the booth to go get yourself your fourth one of the night. He nodded and allowed his eyes to roam your body as he handed you his empty glass. Your fingers grazed his as you grabbed the cup and you felt tingles from the warmth

You walked away confidently, certain that he was staring at your ass. "Two gin and tonics please" you said with a smile once you reached the bar. The male bartender smirked at you before fixing the drinks

"Here alone?" The bartender asked, his shiny black hair was messy like he had been running his hands through it and his eyes were a striking blue "I'm Landon by the way"

You hummed and replied "with a friend" then you let yourself stare at his plump, red lips as he ran his tongue across the bottom one. "I'm Y/n", the bartender looked at you with some type of intensity in his eyes, you knew he wanted you but you just wanted to flirt. Flirting always calls for a good time

He slid you your drinks then leaned forward "I'd love to take you out sometime" he whispered "I don't see many beautiful women like you in the falls". You almost rolled your eyes, these men don't seem to see beautiful women anywhere. You grabbed the drinks, lifting your brow at an extra he slid over, saying it was "on the house"

You smiled at him and thanked him for the drinks and compliment. "Maybe you'll see me around more" you said, knowing that you'll be leaving soon and not coming back for a couple more months. After telling him that you should get going, you turned around and headed back to your booth

When you got back to the table, Stefan was looking at you with his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. You decided to sit next to him instead of across from him. "Got an extra!" you shouted into his ear. He smiled, tight lipped and his eyes were sharper like he was angry. You asked him what was wrong but he just shrugged and said nothing so you hummed and started swaying in your seat to the music

"I want to dance"

Stefan just looked at you and raised a brow as if questioning why but you just grabbed his hand and drug him out of the booth. "Humor me" you said, placing a hand on his chest "just one dance"

He stared into your eyes for a few minutes then he took your hand and walked onto the dance floor. He spun you around, pressing your back to his chest "hm, I think someone else was expecting a dance too" he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, sliding his left hand down your left arm to intertwine your fingers

He was jealous. You realized it in the way he held you possessively and the way he chose a spot right where the bartender could see you guys. It's not everyday you find a man as sexy as Stefan that wants you so badly so you caught yourself from smiling and decided not to comment on his jealousy

Instead you pushed your hips back as he placed his other hand on your waist to guide your movements. You could feel his heart beating rapidly on your back and you reveled in the feeling, you were making him feel like this. Eventually you were grinding up against him faster and harder and you could feel his breath picking up from the constant friction. You put your head back on his shoulder and closed your eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when he started to leave feather light kisses down your neck. "Mm" you hummed as arousal swirled in the pits of your stomach, you needed to fuck him now

"I want you” Stefan confessed, low and deep in your ear, his lips grazing your earlobe. “I would fuck you so well” he added, nipping the lobe of your ear afterward

You let out a little gasp when Stefan released your entwined fingers then spun you to face him. You were drunk off both pleasure and alcohol, a dangerous combination. Stefan then kissed you, so deeply and passionately that your knees almost buckled from the feeling. His lips were softer and warmer then you could have ever imagined, not that you had much time to imagine since you just met him not too long ago

You panted as he pulled back just a little "show me then please" you begged. You weren't even going to resort to begging at first but every time he touched you a fire ignited throughout your whole body and the only way to put it out is to feel him inside of you

“Begging already?” Stefan said, his lips still against yours

You whimpered and closed your eyes as he kissed you again. You needed Stefan and it's now or never but before you could tell him to take you to the bathrooms, he was already letting go

“Come on then” he teased in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands trailed lightly down your back, just a teasing touch, before he gripped your ass. Then the touch was gone and his warmth was gone. You opened your eyes to see Stefan walking toward the bathrooms, he walked with his head held high and the crowd parted for him like the red sea

Before you knew it you were booking it to the bathrooms. As soon as you opened the door, you were pulled in and pushed against it. Stefan locked it then connected his lips with yours hungrily. You melted into his touch, enjoying the softness of his lips and the taste of alcohol on his tongue as he licked into your mouth. Stefan slid his hands under your shirt to squeeze your waist and the touch sent a lick of heat through your stomach. You pulled back and scanned his body

"Let me suck your dick" it was a demand but a question at the same time

He nodded with a groan "yeah okay". Stefan switched spots so his back was against the door and you were in front of him then he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down enough to get his dick out. Your eyes widened, you almost wanted to slap him for having such a perfect dick – it was long, thick and his pretty red tip was already dripping with pre-cum

You quickly sunk down to your knees and stuck your tongue out, licking a broad stripe along the vein on his cock. Stefan released a drawn out moan, letting the back of his head hit the door with a thud. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath as you started to suck on the tip. He put a hand in your hair, not pushing your head but just keeping it there

This turned you on though, you wanted him to grip your hair and fuck his cock down your throat. And you let him know that by sinking down as far as you can, then looking up at him with tears pricking your eyes. His grip in your hair tightened and his breathing picked up. "Okay shit, I get it" he said, smiling down at you and boy was his smile beautiful. "Tap my thigh whenever you want me to stop" he added before pulling his cock out to rub his tip on your lips

When you opened your mouth he took that opportunity to slide in, slowly, just until he hit the back of your throat then he pulled back again and slammed in harder. Your eyes watered but you just breathed through your nose, you wanted this. "So good baby" he breathed as he looked down at you with half lidded eyes. The praise make your pussy clench around nothing, wanting him to fill you up

Stefan gently fisted your hair with both hands as he began to thrust, moving your head along with him. "Those pretty lips were meant to be stretched around my cock" he said as he started thrusting faster, moans getting louder. You're sure anybody who was waiting for the restroom could hear him but that made it even hotter

Drool and tears ran down your face as Stefan brutally hit the back of your throat with each thrust, you closed your eyes and thanked the universe for not giving you a gag reflex. You moaned around his length, hearing him let out a curse from the vibrations just like you thought he would. You continued to look up at him as he stared down at you, he was breathtaking. His forehead glistened with sweat and his tongue swiped across his bottom lip every few seconds. He smiled at you in between a moan and it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen

Soon his thrusts were faltering and his cock was twitching against your tongue with the need to release. "Fuck- I'm gonna cum" he moaned as he put his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. His grip in your hair tightened as he thrusted one more time, stilling with a loud groan as he came hot and salty down your throat. You swallowed it all quickly then sucked on his tip a little more until he was pulling you off from over stimulation

"You're a fucking dream" he breathed out, his eyes following you as you stood back up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand

"So I've been told" you replied with a laugh as you turned around to walk to the sink to wash your face and fix your hair

After Stefan tucked himself back in and buckled his belt back up he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I don't have condoms on me" he mumbled as he kissed your ear. You tried not to pout in disappointment. You were really hoping to get fucked tonight but you were fine with it, you didn't care much

"It's fine I don't need anything in re-"

"But I have my own place a few blocks away" he interrupted with a face as if he was trying not to laugh and coo at you. That was all he had to say before you were grabbing his arm and unlocking the bathroom door. Of course you cared, you wanted Stefan and he didn't seem like the blowjob and go type of guy anyway. You didn't care about the people staring at the both of you as you flung the door open and walked out

You and Stefan walked to the car in silence because if either of you spoke you'd probably just say fuck it and have the nastiest sex on your backseat. Electricity was buzzing through your veins and you were already wet from earlier, you know he could fuck you good and you're ready to be pinned down and fucked rough

Stefan had already typed his address into your phone's GPS so in just a few minutes you were pulling up a huge driveway. Your eyes widened as something akin to a mansion came into view. His house was fucking huge, there is no way he lives here alone and of course you talked first and asked that very question. "You live here? Alone?" You asked your car came to a halt by the entrance

He shook his head and replied "not alone". You raised a brow and asked with who and he told you that he has a three year old puppy named Rose that he keeps with him every time he visits Mystic Falls, giving the puppy to his parents whenever he isn't here. For some reason you felt a sense of relief at the confirmation of nobody else living there but you ignored it because what would you be relieved for?

When you walked in the house you didn't even have time to process how big and beautiful it was inside before Stefan was grabbing your waist and smashing ypur lips together. You yelped as he picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist. "You're so fucking sexy" he said in between nips on your bottom lip. He carried you up a flight of stairs with his lips still connected to yours, not pulling away until he threw you on a big bed in a bedroom way too big for one person. You sat still and looked around as Stefan went to go grab condoms out of his dresser

The room was huge but very bland like something you'd imagine a guest room to look like but you knew it was his room because of the single picture of him accompanied by a tall man with black hair that sat on his dresser. You wanted to ask questions but you didn't want to pry too much

Soon Stefan came back with three condoms, you lifted a brow and giggled. "Three? Are you trying to kill me?" You asked in faux disbelief. You can handle three rounds but you aren't sure if he can, not with you

He laughed lowly while moving to hover over you. "Just hoping you can keep up" he said before pressing his lips against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist as you pulled him closer and kissed him back harder. You could kiss Stefan forever, it was like your lips were made to be on his

You both grinded against each other before Stefan pulled back to start kissing down your neck. "Tell me what you like" he said as he nipped a sensitive part on your neck "I'm open to anything" he continued, detaching his lips from your neck so he could pull your shirt off, you complied by lifting your arms

"Mm" you moaned as he kissed around your breasts, you indeed wore no bra. Your breasts are big but not too big so you were able to pass without a bra sometimes. "I like rough but not too rough, I don't want to bleed. I like to be choked and please don't hesitate to leave marks, it turns me on". You placed a hand on the back of his head as he started sucking on one of your hard nipples. "If you're too silent I might get up and leave in the middle of it" you laughed when Stefan softly bit your nipple trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm serious, be vocal, I like to hear how good you feel" you said, looking down in time to see Stefan wink at you

"Of course I'll be vocal baby" he mumbled against your skin as he was switching to the other nipple. You shuddered at the pet name again and closed your eyes thinking of more things to tell him

"If I say pineapple that means stop"

Stefan released your nipple with a pop "you better pineapple the shit out of me if you feel any bit of discomfort, got it?" He said with a small smile. You replied with a simple yes before helping him pull his shirt off

This man was carved by angels then double checked by the Greek Gods, you've never seen abs so chiseled and defined. Your mouth hung open as you shamelessly swept his torso with your eyes. Is it weird to say someone has pretty nipples? It probably is but that didn't stop you. "You're nipples are so pretty" you blurted, mentally face palming yourself once you said it

"Thanks" Stefan smiled then pinched one of your nipples "so are yours"

"Just fuck me already" you huffed with a playful roll of your eyes

Stefan kissed you again as he pulled your pants and panties off, quickly pulling his pants and boxers off as well. He stared open mouthed at your pussy and you were about two seconds away from covering up before he began to run his fingers along your glistening folds. He spread you open with two fingers "fuck you're so wet" he removed his fingers and brought them to your lips, you willingly opened your mouth to taste yourself like he wanted you to

He watched you with a hungry look in his eyes which spurred you on more. As much as you wanted to get fucked, you loved the foreplay, you know your orgasm is going to be so much more intense when he does get around to fucking you. You dragged your tongue in between his two fingers and you sucked hard, reminding him of the blowjob you gave him back at the club. "Shit" he whispered, voice heavy with arousal. You released his fingers then watched him move down so his head could be between your thighs

"Gonna taste you first" he said then he stuffed his face into your pussy

You arched up and released a sigh when he licked a stripe up your core and to your clit. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard as you grabbed the sheets on either side of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. It felt so good and you wanted so badly to hump his face. "So good Stefan" you whined when he swirled his tongue around your clit then moved to push his tongue through your pulsating hole, using his thumb to rub your clit

It was messy, you were so wet for him and you could hear the way he slurps on your pussy, it pushed you closer and closer to the edge. He pushed two fingers into your hole at once and it felt so good with just a small sting. He hooked his fingers, hitting your g-spot right away. "Right there" you whined breathily, pushing back on his fingers

He was so good at this, knew exactly what to do with his fingers and mouth. But you needed more, you wanted to cum on his cock. You tapped his head "fuck me" you looked at him through half lidded eyes and squeezed your own nipples "I want you so bad" you said, moaning softly when his pressed a kiss to your core

Stefan nodded and quickly sat up on his knees and opened one of the condoms. You watched as he rolled it on then pumped himself a few times. It was hot, he was hot. "Relax for me, okay?" Stefan whispered, rubbing circles into your thighs as he lined himself up with your hole. A quiet moan left you as he pushed in excruciatingly slow, his eyes stuck on where you two are now connected. He rests his hand down on your mound, thumb rubbing small circles into your clit as he rocked his hips into yours

"Shit" Stefan muttered softly to himself. He hadn't really set a pace yet, just lazily rolling his hips and enjoying the feel of your warm, wet pussy squeezing him so tightly. "Fuck you feel so good" he grunted out as he began to speed up his thrusts, fucking into you so hard that his neighbors could probably hear the slap of skin against skin

Stefan slid his hand up your torso to squeeze one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. "Oh my God" your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his cock hit your g-spot with each thrust inside of you. You gripped his sheets to keep yourself from sinking your nails into his biceps. "Deeper please Stefan" you whined, not knowing how he could get any deeper but you need him to try

"Ride me" is what he replied "if you want it, then ride me" he challengingly quirked a brow and smirked. He was obviously teasing you but with no hesitation you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, allowing his cock to slide out of you so you can hover above him

"You're so fucking sexy" He whispered as you positioned yourself above his cock and sunk down, he was just in you but the stretch was still there, it was a dull pain. His fingers dug into your sides harshly, hard enough to leave bruises and you'd smile about it if you weren't trying to fit his cock in you

You circled your hips a few times before lifting yourself up and slamming back down. You set the pace and made the movements quick and harsh. Stefan slid his hands down to your ass, helping you bounce up and down on him. "You ride me so well" Stefan groaned, eyebrows furrowing out of pleasure

You couldn’t help but clench around him from the endless praise, the action causing him to buck his hips as he moaned “yeah, just like that”. One particular swivel of your hips had you both groan in unison as you worked his cock to find your sweet spot. You locked into the feeling desperate to find it by grinding his cock deeper because it was right there, making your eyes roll backwards into your head. "Oh F-" you shuddered as you found the spot you were looking for

Stefan looked at you with eyes fogged with pure lust. There was no way he could close his eyes when you moved like that above him. He lifted his hips up to meet yours and although you weren't planning on cumming so quickly, that pushed so far over the edge, you couldn't even see straight as your orgasm knocked the breath out of you. Your vision was blurred, the dull ringing in your ears made your head pound and your body convulsed embarrassingly on top of Stefan

Your pussy fluttered violently around his cock, gripping onto it in a way that made Stefan's body shiver from pure pleasure. He’s moaning loudly, no longer being able to hold back. He brought a hand up to wrap around your throat as he planted his feet on the bed, sat up slightly and started fucking up so hard into you that you damn near saw stars

Both of you were sweating heavily and your skin was burning hot by now but you didn't want to stop, no matter how far you were pushed into oversensitivity

You could tell he was close when you felt him twitch inside of you so you used all of your energy to circle your hips to meet his thrust. "Fuck y/n" was the last thing you heard being whispered near your ear as he spilled inside of you, collapsing on top of you but not entirely as to not crush you

You both layed there for a few minutes breathing heavily. You tapped Stefan's shoulder to tell him to get off of you. With a sigh he pulled out of you and flopped onto your side, pulling off the condom and tying it up. "You're really a dream" he chuckled softly as he threw the condom into a small garbage bin by his bed

"So you've said" you looked at him and smiled. The silence was comfortable, just both of you basking in your post orgasm glow and waiting for your breathing to calm down. Suddenly your phone rang loudly, you sat up quick and felt around for it, picking your pants up off the floor and pulling it out of the back pocket

It was your mom calling, you looked at Stefan with wide eyes and put a finger over your lips. "Hello?" You stood up and paced the room, not bothering to even put your undergarments back on

"Y/n, where are you? It's almost one in the morning"

You bit back the scoff you so badly wanted to release "I'm with Stefan mom. Did you forget that you sent me off to get married to your boss's son?"

She sighed heavily, you could picture her leaning against the counter, rubbing her temples. "But that doesn't mean stay out all night doing God knows what! You still stay under my roof while you're here"

This time you did scoff, rolling your eyes as well "mom excuse my language but what the fuck?" You shook your head as Stefan looked over at you in concern "you begged me to leave the house with a random guy in hopes of me getting married so you can relive that through me, you don't get to lecture me when I don't come home for a couple of hours"

"Now Y/n watch-"

She tried to speak but you just needed to let this out so you interrupted her. "He could've been a serial killer or a kidnapper and if anything had gone left you wouldn't even be hearing my voice right now" you felt your eyes sting with tears, trying as best as you could to blink them back before they could fall "you're lucky that I'm with someone who actually makes me feel a bit safe. I'm not coming home tonight and I'll be packing tomorrow and going back to New York. I love you but I don't love the constant nagging about my love life, you don't respect me or my wishes mom. I'm sick of it" you tried to catch a tear before it slipped but it was too late "get some sleep okay? Goodnight, I love you" you hung up the phone and just stood there, butt naked and facing the wall with tears silently rolling down your face

You wiped your face and took breaths before turning around "uh, I'm gonna go" you walked to the bed and started putting your clothes back on and Stefan just watched. You didn't know if he wanted to say something or if he just didn't care but either way you just wanted to go. As you were putting your shirt on that's when Stefan got up, quickly going to his closet to rummage through a whole bunch of clothes. He pulled out a pair of black gym shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt

"It's not much but if you uh, want you can take a shower here and stay here for tonight" he scratched the back of his head with one hand while he held out the clothes with the other, it even looked like he was blushing a little, you couldn't help but crack a small smile

You bit your lip to try to hold the smile back "are you sure? I don't want to impose or anything" you said while grabbing the clothes from him

"You're not imposing" he walked up to you and lifted your chin up with his fingers "don't let your mom force you to do anything you don't want to do" the look in his eye made you want to obey every word he said so you nodded your head. He searched your face "I'm serious y/n. I love my mom but if I had allowed her to force me into marriage I wouldn't be who I am today, doing what I love. You're a beautiful woman with a lot going for you, if marriage isn't what you want then don't do it"

Without really thinking about it you pulled him in for a kiss. Both of you were still naked but it wasn't a sex hungry, heat filled kiss, it was passionate and slow and it made butterflies flutter in your belly, you've never felt that before. You pulled away with a big, dopey smile on your face "I won't do anything I don't want to do" you whispered, biting your lip to conceal yet another smile

"So you wanted to kiss me like that?" He teased with a huge smile on his face. You turned away from him and began walking to the bathroom, answering his question by looking over your shoulder and inviting him in with a tilt of your head

"Come shower with me and I'll let you know what I really want"

He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but join in, it was so contagious. "Oh you crazy crazy girl" he said as he followed behind you, ready for whatever you had to offer him

Maybe you don't plan on getting married anytime soon or dating to be honest but Stefan has become a constant in your life and you'd like to keep it that way and when the time comes when you both want to settle down, it wouldn't be too bad if it was with him

#chrissy 🐾 🐾#stefan salvatore #stefan x reader #I really like this one #stefan salvatore smut #tvd au

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months ago

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I currently have two AUs that I don't exactly know what to do with or what to properly call them LMFAO- I'll probably write something on Ao3 for it eventually since there's a ton of BillFord and FiddStan in there but yeah-

1st AU: Timelord Stanford (Dr Who what if)

This case was inspired by an RP I had with someone's Bill Cipher on @gftimelord where the triangle starts to be on the mend with Stanford after their ruined past. This to me makes sense because the Doctor is inherently very lonely despite the savior god complex. In that AU where Ford is functionally immortal and Stan and Fidds both at some point die due to his complacency and arrogance— he searches for a companion that can actually keep up with him.

So when Bill visits him during one of those window hours set by the Theraprism, they talk about the triangle's impending demise with their plans to essentially erase him from existence. It's not an outlandish idea given that any inpatient seen as a lost cause would or could be disposed of when it comes to cosmic entities. It's simply the easier option.

The doctor(Ford) is more impulsive, nonchalant, and egoistic compared to his counterparts because he does have the walk to back his talk(this man has been broken by the nightmares and guilt he carries from the deaths he caused; also time war) problem being he doesn't fear death as much as he fears being alone. He's had a fair share of close calls with the grim reaper, but always like some horrible twist he survives. After all, it is a saying that we covet the most what we don't have.

So yeah, he jailbreaks Bill essentially and whatever power limiter is stuck on the triangle get tied to his sonic screwdriver instead and they simply go around the multiverse doing whatever. Most of the reason why Ford isn't caught yet largely has to do with how scared most entities are of him. The doctor is never armed, but it doesn't mean he won't kill.

2nd AU: Modern Era AU (Set in 2024)

This one is more of a shitpost thanks to the young trio I drew a little while back, I'll draw more of them for this at some point while I also try and figure out a decent human Bill design that I like in my artstyle.

But this AU heavily features these four idiots as Undergrad students fucking about college life as they would. This AU is supposed to feature like a more cultivated genius Stanley based around my own dynamic with my brother since I do like me some happy Stan twins.

It just so happens that Ford is also a very much EQ negative idiot and falls for an upperclassman(one year his senior) in BSSE[Software Engineering] who is a close friend to Fidds. He goes by 'Cipher' as an alias since he's a prodigy for his age and very young ethical hacker.

So yes, that's where Bill comes in. Haven't figured out what I want his full name to be yet shoot me some ideas! Ford is very shy when it comes down to talking with Bill whereas Stan is completely chill.

Both Stan and Bill get along very well in this AU because they're similarly chaotic the same way that Fidds and Ford get along because they're the ones holding the other two back from doing something undeniably stupid for shits and giggles.

All of them share some fundamental subjects together(i.e. Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Statistics, Research, History, etc.) or take elective courses just so they could chill together. Stan is typically the one who adjusts to the schedule of the other three since he takes BSBA[Business Administration] and is the odd one out when Ford does BSCMB[Cellular Molecular Biology] and Fidds does BSEE[Electrical Engineering].

The FiddleStan in this AU is gonna be c r a z y mostly due to Fidds in this AU is the heir to his family's computer company, so lowkey spoiled nepo baby but also on a very tight leash with his parents. Stan is the kid where 90% of his childhood was parents either forgot him or straight up did not give a flying fuck. So these two kinda work as complements and it's why I decided to pair them together after chatting with a friend about the group dynamics.

So yeah, simpy and adoring Ford and silently aware but shy Bill + rebellious Fidds and supportive Stan. All the more when I actually plan for this AU to have some typical gravity falls shenanigans anyway thanks to a place on earth called the Oregon Vortex.

[I'll likely make fics and comics of these AUs, reply to this post if you want to be tagged for whenever I post something]

Yeah I need to properly name these AUs.

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 8 months ago

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Listen

I'll tell you how it's possibly going to end (because I've seen enough catastrophising and worst case scenario thoughts on here to last me a lifetime)

Dee Bradley Baker teased that the ending is "bittersweet", didn't he? And that the way the epilogue plays out is "affecting and beautiful". That "the emotions that are in play are real, human emotions, not just one of being a family member or a friend, but also of being a father, a father to a daughter."

Bittersweet means not everything is good but not everything is bad either. Which means that the finale doesn't have to end in only tragedy. Yes, there will be hurt, we might lose someone. But the end might actually be full of hope.

And isn't Star Wars all about hope?

They're going to bring it full circle. In episode 2 of season 1 - the very beginning of the show - the Batch visits Cut and Suu and the whole episode is essentially about them teaching Hunter how to be a parent and forcing him to look at his new responsibility from a different angle. They recognize his paternal instincts immediately, they see how he is with Omega and give him a lot of advice, saying things that stay with Hunter for the entirety of the show moving forward and affect his choices and reasoning. Cut is the one who makes Hunter realize that he has to do what's best for the kid. Cut is the one who gives him the idea of leaving the soldier life behind and finding, and I quote, "a remote piece of land on a distant planet." Like Pabu! Suu warns him that kids have a tendency to find trouble. They tell him he has no idea what he's in for but they also show him how to do it right.

Hunter's only priority since then has been keeping Omega safe and away from the war, away from the Empire, settling down and giving her the normal life she deserves. A thought instilled in him by Cut, who did the exact same thing - left the war behind, settled down and put his family first. It became Hunter's sole purpose, his main character arc, becoming a father and embracing the role is pretty much all he is about.

The finale will remind us of that.

Now, we won't avoid tragedy. That's granted at this point. There will be death, there will heartbreak. Nothing will ever be the same again. But every end is a new beginning.

Maybe we'll lose Crosshair, Maybe we'll lose Wrecker. Maybe both, hopefully neither. But no matter the final outcome, the very end is going to be about Hunter and Omega. The hunt for her will be over, the target on her back might be gone but they can't go back to Pabu, they won't risk it. So Rex and Echo track down Cut. Find him on a remote piece of land on distant planet, just like he said. And they arrange everything.

I can see them landing. Hunter stepping out in civil clothes, with a bag over his shoulder. He shakes hands with Cut, Omega runs to hug the kids. The atmosphere is sad and melancholic but everyone knows it's for the best.

Maybe they move to a house next door, maybe they live nearby. Hunter puts Omega to bed, lets Batcher lay down at her feet. He sits by her side until she's asleep and then steps out onto the porch where Cut is already waiting. They share a drink and a conversation, calling back to everything they've been talking about in 1x02 and how Hunter's view of things has changed since then. Now he understands his role in Omega's life. Understands the sacrifices he had to make and knows with full certainty he would make them again.

We haven't seen or heard about Cut since his episode, so a whole show ago. To bring him back in the finale and tie it all together? End it like that, in a full circle moment? It would be perfect.

And it fits to what Dee was saying, because this kind of ending is affecting, is beautiful, and most of all, it is bittersweet. Because at last Hunter gets his wish. He gets to raise Omega away from the war, give her a normal life and a happy childhood - but at the cost of losing everything else.

This might just be wishful thinking but I really hope this is where we're headed.

#the bad batch #star wars #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb #tbb season 3 #hunter and omega #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo

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patheticallyinfatuatedwithu · 2 years ago

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Heyy can i request hanni one shot about where hanni is reader's childhood's crush but reader hasn't been in touch with hanni for soo long that they meet up back and reader confess?TYSM

not as pretty as you, pham hanni

ofc! thank u so much for requesting! hope i did ur req justice😭

it's been a day since newjeans debuted and their popularity skyrocketed through the roof with the release of attention, and they were the talk of the kpop community.

along with it came the resurfacing of school photos, friend group photos and baby photos/videos the members had, and nothing was more interesting than the one pham hanni had with you, the vietnamese's chubby cheeks pressed with yours in a hug, quoted as "hanni makes a friend in kindy!".

the fans being the nosy people they are, searched the internet for you. not only because you were the supposed bestie, but because of the cuteness you've showcased.

with one of the lives they've had, you were mentioned and hanni responds that she hasn't seen you since 5th grade, having to move states due to your parents' job, having no contact with each other since.

a sniffle escape hanni when she explained that, and now, finding you was so much more vital than before. the fans had struggled, your digital footprint was honourable, only a few baby photos and photos where you were in the background, unlike other people who uses the internet to document every thing in their life.

you were someone who didn't indulge their self in social media, only having a facebook account for family reasons where a few photos of yourself was shared through the school's website.

however, when a video circulated through twitter quoted "pretty girl plays the drums, guitar, sung and ate", the fans felt their world stop. there you were, in all your glory, seated behind the drums wearing an oversized shirt and ripped jeans, hands hard to catch as you hit every beat.

the video was an hour long, showcasing your talent for music as you played the guitar, drums and sang in different times, giving time for your teammates to have a break and catch their breath.

it was mentioned in the recent live newjeans had, and the moment hanni read the comment, she was rushing through her phone and into twitter, breath hitching in her throat as she watched the video, the same butterflies she felt in 4th grade when you pecked her cheek surfacing as you smiled when you finished a song.

her reaction was more than an answer, and the fans knew they hit the jackpot. "oh my god, it is her." she says, shuffling in her seat as her brows furrowed and intently looked at you.

you've changed a lot through the years she hasn't seen you, the bob cut you've had all grown out and tied with some strands fighting for their life to be released. you looked taller and leaner too, unlike when you were a kid.

it brought tears to her eyes that after all these years, you've been doing well and her concerns for you washed out.

you still held the passion for music stronger than before.

"y/n, you're trending."

you looked up from your guitar, stopping in the middle of tuning it to look at your bandmate who faced his phone to you. "what?"

"you were friend with a hanni ph-" your other bandmate bursted through the door, almost popping it from its hinges. "Y/N!" he rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you as he shoved his phone on your face. "YOU WERE FRIENDS WITH HANNI PHAM?!?!?!?!?!?!?"

you flinched and moved away from him, throwing his phone at him. "yeah? she was my childhood friend." and childhood crush, you wanted to say. he grabs your hand, still on his knees and looks up at you with puppy eyes. "PLEASE INTRODUCE ME OH MY GOD!"

you laugh, patting his shoulder as you release your hand from his grasp and walking back to pick up your guitar. "we haven't had contact for years. try again next life." he groans, sitting behind the drums and hitting every cymbals.

"damn it." he mumbles, but a smile on his lips nonetheless. "i can't believe i'm friends with someone who used to be friends with hanni." you perked up, "hey! i'm still friends with her... i think."

the door opened, revealing your female bandmate and bass guitarist. "y/n, you're trending." you deadpanned, plucking a string in full volume. "turn that shit down!"

the next day was more chaotic than any other, as the fandom finally found the twitter account of your band, the account immediately gaining lots of followers and attention.

and that was where you had appeared more, videos and photos garnering lots and lots of likes and retweets. you had looked at the comments earlier, fingertip hovering over the follow button of newjeans' twitter account from your personal one.

you sighed and threw your phone aside, ever since the topic of hanni was brought up, you've considered getting into contact with her, but your negative thoughts formed a wall around you.

"oh fuck it," you grabbed your phone and followed the account, screaming right after burying your face in your pillow.

arriving home that day was a chaos as well, your younger sister (who happens to be apart of the fandom) rushes to you, phone on record and gasping. "guys! this is y/n! hanni's childhood friend!"

you stare at her wearily, sighing and taking her phone off her hand and raising it high up where she couldn't reach it. you look up at the phone, your sister fighting for her life to reach it. "hi, yes, i'm hanni's childhood friend."

you said at the camera, placing it on top of the cupboard where your sister needs to take a chair and stand on top of it to reach. she kicked you as you walk away, chuckling as you make your way up the stairs and flopping on your bed.

your mum knocks and walks in a few minutes later, punching your jaw off your face and landing on the floor. "we're going to korea!"

you shot up, utter confusion plastered on your face. "what?" she smiles, ushering you to leave the bed and into the living room. "the pham's are tagging along with us, i said it'd be a great chance for you and hanni to meet again due to the circumstances."

you hum, "when are we leaving for melbourne then? assuming we're meeting them there." "tomorrow."

you thought your mother was kidding, but when she gave you that unfaltering smile of hers, you knew it was better to comply. after talking with your bandmates (who were so jealous you get to have a break off school), you packed your bags and was on the road the moment the clock ticked 3.

after 8 hours on the road, your reached melbourne and was soon at the pham's, where your younger sister and jasmine reunited with loud squeals. "you're becoming famous, y/n." mrs. pham said, a smile on her lips as you greeted her.

"she always was. used to, still is." mr. pham replied, pulling you in for a handshake. "hanni would be in cloud 9 when she sees you again." mrs. pham said, the smile on her face big as if she had won the lottery. "she's lucky to have you."

a choked laugh left your throat, her statement almost rendering you speechless. a smile on your face, nonetheless. "i'm the one lucky to have her, ma'am."

when hanni looked at her phone and saw the photo her mother had sent her, she swore her eyeballs jumped itself out of her sockets. you were seated next to mrs. pham, a mask covering the lower half of your face, a headset hanging off an ear and eyes crescent, the only thing to show her that you were smiling.

her heart stopped, and danielle, who was in the same room as her noticed the sudden atmosphere that surrounded itself on hanni. "are you alright?" she asks in english, worry plastered on her face as hanni's slack jaw tries to move. hanni looked like she had seen a ghost.

"my parent's are at the airport." she gulped, "here." danielle's visible confusion grew larger, "is that a bad thing?" hanni shook her head, "no, of course not. it's just that... y/n's with them."

a small gasp tore its way out of danielle's throat. and minji, who had just entered the room had to deal with danielle's very high pitched squeal.

mrs. pham smiled as she conversed with hanni through the phone, "hanni told me she'd be meeting us in the hotel." you looked up at the mention of her name, a tinge of red on your cheeks as you tried not to think of her too much to control your feelings or else it'll burst.

your sister snickered beside you, catching jasmine's attention as well. "try not to stare and blush at hanni when you meet her here challenge!" she squeaks, and the two laughed, and you wanted no more than to smack her.

it was quite dark when hanni had arrived at the hotel, eyes scanning for her mother who'd promised she'd be waiting at the lobby. you, who was at han river at the time, missed the whole interaction. hanni tried hard not to run out the door the moment she'd been informed of your whereabouts, trying to play it cool.

however, they knew better and let her go the moment you were mentioned, where she found you with your camera in hand, hair dancing along with the wind as you snapped another picture.

she felt the air around her dissipate, and she was left breathless. you glanced to your side, where she walked gingerly towards you, as you flashed a meek smile. "did you run here?"

it was then she noticed she's catching her breath, and blushed in embarrassment. "no, uh, i thought i'd miss you if i wasn't fast enough." "is that so?" she hummed, and leant on the rail as you walked beside her.

you let your camera hang around your neck, shuffling to take a coating of layer off and placing it around her, your warmth trapped inside. "you're shivering." she averted her gaze, tilting her head a bit to the side in case you saw how her cheeks warmed up. "thanks."

you nodded in response, "how's the idol life treating you?" she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, relieved that you still knew how to spark a conversation. "it's tiring, but getting to be with the members make it better."

"still the same hanni i've met years ago." you responded, chuckling as you shook your head. "how about you? any," she paused, wanting to smack herself for getting the gall to ask this, "love interests?"

you glanced at her, the smile on your face getting bigger as you laughed, smacking the rail a few times. "no, uh, don't have time for it." she pressed on, "how about a crush? none?"

your eyebrows knit together, "is it still considered a crush if you've liked them for years now?" hanni felt herself take a step back and shrink.

of course you wouldn't stay single for her forever. of course you'd crush on some else that's not her, after all, this is your first interaction in years. why would she expect that she'd have at least a chance for your heart?

"how- how's your crush?" you glanced at her, meeting her eyes that looked at you with such sadness. oh. "she's uh, fine. doing well." hanni raised a brow. she? oh. "assuming you are well?"

you didn't know where the sudden confidence injected through your veins came from, but you weren't complaining. you stared at hanni as she tried to place the pieces of the puzzle together. and when she did, her mouth gaped. oh.

she stammered, "wait- you're- you're talking about me right? about the crush thing. you're talking about me... right?" you looked away, and nodded. she froze.

holy shit.

"i-i'm not expecting you to return my feelings, i just thought that maybe i'd get this out of my chest because i don't- i don't know when we'd have the opportunity to meet like this again. and i'm very sorry if that made you uncomfortable, because i know i was way out of the line and-" hanni had cut you off with a peck on your lips, hugging you tightly like you'd even try to escape her grasp.

"i like you too." she mumbled, "and don't worry, you weren't out of line." you reciprocated her hug and squeezed her lightly, glancing at the way the moon shined at sprinkled it's stardust on the two of you. "the moon's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked.

you left a lingering kiss on her cheek, before replying, "not as pretty as you."

broken records send help i have a bit more reqs and im here on tumblr instead of studying for the upcoming exams💀

#kpop #kpop gg #wlw #kpop gg x reader #newjeans #newjeans x reader #new jeans x reader #new jeans #newjeans hanni #kpop x reader #kpop gg oneshots #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #pham hanni #hanni pham #pham hanni x reader #hanni x reader

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wjhik · 1 year ago

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I'm Not Going Anywhere (Trent Alexander-Arnold) *Smut*

A/N: just so this doenst get too confusing. Y/N has a younger twin and an older brother. She is 25. She has a 24 year old and a 21 year old brother.

Y/N's POV:

Trent and I's families have known each other forever. Our parents got to know each other in college and have been friends ever since. They made it a point to always stay together, moving into the same neighborhood and eventually raising their kids together. I have been able to get on with the Alexander-Arnolds relatively well, but we've never been too close. My brothers are very close with them, having similar interests and being similar ages to all 3 boys. Being around all 7 boys, 4 being my brothers, was a hard environment to grow up in, so when I went away to uni, I was able to really find myself.

I haven't seen my family in a little over a few years. With quarantine and getting stuck in the U.S., far away from my home in LIverpool, and also getting stuck in finals and whatnot, I haven't been able to come back home. I just graduated from law school after getting my bachelors, and my family traveled to come see me for my ceremony. I finally got to go back home, just to find out that my family has a trip to Southern France with Trent and his family. I don't mind, but I was quite looking forward to going back to my hometown.

"Y/N, cheer up. You'll have fun." My mum tries to console me. "Mama, I'm fine. I just don't exactly want to spend my summer with 7 boys who tortured me my entire childhood." I tell her. "Oh, please. I didn't push YOU down the stairs." My little brother says. "You took my KitKat! You deserved it." I tell him. He scrunches my face and sticks his tongue out like a kid, despite being 24, only a year younger than me.

I walk into the beach chalet that my parents AirBNBed for the month. I set my very heavy bags down at the door and sit down on the large couch. I reach for the remote and turn on the T.V. and log into my Netflix account. "Y/N, go pick a room." My dad tells me, walking into the house with his many bags. I quickly walk to him and take his bags from him. I set them down. "Let the boys choose first. I'm sure all of them are fine." I tell him. "Just go choose before Michael and his family arrive" He tells me. I walk upstairs to take a look at the bedrooms. I choose the one that is quite small, but has a large balcony, giving me a chance to smoke in peace. It has ceiling to floor windows and an amazing view. Once I choose, I walk downstairs. "Max, can you help me with my bags?" I ask my twin. "Fuck no. Help yourself." He says. Why do these guys insist on being so difficult?

"I got them." I see Trent standing there, smiling at me. I walk down the stairs and give Trent a big hug. "How've you been?" He asks me. "I've been alright. Missed you lot." I say, hugging the rest of his family. I chat with his mum and dad a little bit, catching up with them and updating them. I'm interrupted by Trent asking me where I'm staying. I grab the bags I can and he grabs the rest and I guide him to my room. "Didn't you get first choice?" Trent asks, looking at the small room I'm staying in. "It's got a balcony." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Hmm. You're still smoking? Thought you would grow out of it, to be honest." He says. Trent was well aware of my 'wild' lifestyle as a teenager. There had been countless times that I had called Trent after getting far too high or drunk, too afraid of receiving a lecture from my parents or brothers. I laugh at Trent's statement and thank him for helping me with my bags.

Trent and I go downstairs and help our siblings and parents settle in. Evening time rolls around and we're all chilling in our designated rooms. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Yeah?" I say, laying on my stomach on my bed. My door creaks open. "Hey. Dinner's gonna be here in a little." Trent tells me. "Oh. Yeah, alright." We ordered some pizza, all too tired to cook. "You wanna come in?" I ask, getting up. Trent walks in and shuts the door behind him. I grab a pack from my side table along with a lighter. I walk out to the balcony, Trent following behind me.

I cup the cigarette with my hand and light it. I take a puff from it and blow it, in the opposite direction of Trent. "So, where've you been lately?" Trent asks me. I give Trent an update on my life. Him and I spent a lot of time, chatting the sun away. "Hey! Food's been here for a while! C'mon then." Marcell interrupts our conversation. Trent gives me his hand and helps me up. We walk, side by side, to the kitchen table, where our families are taking their fair share of food.

"I am stuffed. I think we're going to call it a night." My dad says, rubbing his stomach. He helps my mom up and they go upstairs, to their designated bedroom. "I think I'm quite tired as well. Goodnight, kids." Mr. Arnold says. His wife follows after him shortly after. "Finally, we can do something fun." My youngest brother who is 21 says. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. He takes out a very suspicious looking brown paper bag. "So, who's down to get shit faced?" He says, taking a smuggled, in secret from our parents, bottle of tequila. "And you guys think I'm the bad one." I say.

"Listen, I'm just saying. Who's to say that Gargamel isn't actually the good guy?" My very intoxicated brother slurs his words. "He killed the smurfs!!" Marcell adds. "What? No one killed anyone. It's a kids movie." Trent says. "But, he has a point! Maybe he's just misunderstood." I chime in. "What is with you and thinking people are misunderstood? First Captain Hook. Now Gargamel." Trent replies, taking a sip of his beer. "Hey, some people just need a little slack sometimes." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"Alright, I'm going to call it a night." Tyler says, following Marcell and 2 out of 4 of my brothers. "Yeah, I'm pretty tired, too. And I think this one has had enough as well." Max says, grabbing my brother and taking him to bed, leaving me alone with Trent. I pick up the bottle off the table and take a large swig out of it. "I've missed you, Mr. Hotshot." I say, being slightly hostile and breaking our silence. "Hey, I didn't leave to go to New York, did I?" He tells me. I ignore him and grab a cig and lighter. "Your mum's not gonna be too happy, you know." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood a little. "You could've called." I tell him, reopening the subject. "Could say the same for you." He tells me, bitterly. "I did! But all I could reach was 'please try again later' or your assistant telling me that you're too busy for me. That shit hurt, Trent." I tell him, the alcohol and tobacco in my system making me open up. "Let me make it up to you." Trent says. "How?"

"Fuck, Trent. That feels amazing." I moan very quietly, struggling to keep my voice down. Whether it was the alcohol in my system or my lack of dick, I let Trent in. I refused to let anyone in after my ex, but I let him in. I've always had a thing for Trent, but I convinced myself it was wrong. I felt as though I didn't know him well enough, or at least that's what I tried to convince myself. I know him well enough to let him eat me out of our family home for the month.

Trent stops his teasing on me, hearing a noise from upstairs. "Let's go to your room." He tells me. I sit up and he helps me put my panties on. Trent is sharing a room with Marcell. I'm the only one that has a room all to myself. Trent quickly shuts the door behind me and presses me against the door. He kisses me and I kiss him back. He moans into my mouth and puts his hands on my waist. He guides me through the room and lays me down on the bed. I take off my clothes as he impatiently unbuckles his jeans. "I can't wait anymore." He says, taking off his underwear. His hard dick springs out and hits his lower stomach. I knew he was big, but never did I think he was THAT big.

I lightly stroke over his tip, collecting some of his precum in my hand, and stroke him. He pushes my hand away and grabs his own dick. He reaches for a condom in his jean's pocket and rolls it on himself. He puts his dick at the entrance of my pussy. "Ready?" He asks me, leaning down for one more kiss. I nod and push up into him. He fully pushes into me and starts moving in and out. "You feel fucking amazing, princess." I feel butterflies in my stomach. Whether that is from the nickname or my nearing orgasm, I don't know, but It feels good regardless. Trent continues fucking me. I wrap my arms around his neck and start kissing his neck. I move his hands away from the headboard and put them on my lower stomach, he pushed down and my eyes roll to the back of my head, my pleasure increasing. "Wait. Hold on." He says, coming to a complete stop. He grabs a pillow and puts it behind the headboard, muting the sound.

He continues fucking and giving me praises. I suck and lick and bite on his neck as I feel my orgasm approach. I bite down on his shoulder as I cum. He cums into the condom and pulls out. He takes it off and ties it up. He throws it into the garbage and grabs a tissue from the side table. He cleans me up and lays down next to me. I'm laying down, facing away from him. He slings his arm over me. Within a matter of minutes I hear snoring from behind me. I nuzzle back into him and close my eyes.

I open my eyes to see Trent at the foot of my bed, putting on his pants. I blink a few times and rub my eyes. I see him get up and walk towards the door. Is he leaving? "Trent?" I ask him. He looks back at me, nothing in his eyes. "Where are you going?" I ask him. "Y/N, you and I both know you mean nothing to me." How could he say that? After everything we spoke about yesterday. "What?" I say, unable to process this. "You were a good fuck, but nothing more. Besides, why would I want to be with someone like you?" He says. Someone like me. I feel unable to say anything as he walks out of the door.

I wake up in a fit of my tears to see Trent asleep next to me. Unable to calm my breathing, I stand up and walk outside the balcony. I grab my box of cigarettes and lighter I left out here yesterday and struggle to light it due to my shaking hands. I eventually get it lit and take a deep breath of the smoke into my lungs. Trying to stop my tears, I look back at Trent who is supposed to be laying in my bed, but isn't anymore. My eyes go wide as I start crying more. "Hey. Hey. I'm here. What's wrong?" Trent says. He was standing right behind me. He comes up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. "I mean something to you, right?" I ask him. He wipes the tears from my eyes and says, "Of course you do. I wouldn't have done this if you didn't mean anything to me." He's crouching down on the floor in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief and pull him into another hug. "What happened?" He asks me, rubbing my back. "Don't worry, I'm alright. Just stay with me." I tell him. "I'm not going anywhere, princess."

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spurgie-cousin · 2 days ago

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I feel it was arranged in the sense that Bri found Nurie first and got to know the family through her, and was Jill’s perfect combination of flattering and submissive and it was decided to pair him up with the next available son, which was Sam (since I think Phillip was going through his issues around the time that Bri started traveling with Nurie and Nathan, Tim was already engaged and Gabe was still too young)

There was also speculation that Nathan and Nurie’s church was like 2-3 hours from where Bri lived when she started going there, so it was assumed that she intentionally sought them out to get closer to the Rod family. That’s probably also a little bit of where my ‘arranged courtship’ feelings come from. He might actually really like her (wouldn’t know it from their photoshoot) but I think they were heavily pushed together by Jill and Bri herself.

Also I think what really raised the eyebrows and red flags for people was the age and world experience gap. What would make a 25 year old secular college graduate want to hitch up with a freshly 20 year old recent graduate of fundie homeschool, who clearly had a different upbringing and lives several states away?

Kind of like I said in the last answer, I agree that this and all the marriages were probably set up in some way by Jill and David, and I mostly think that's because the pool of Acceptable Marriage Candidates for any of the Rodrigues kids is very, very small. And I'm sure Nurie is aware of whatever level of bigotry makes someone acceptable to marry into their family, seeing as she's done it before lol, so I also don't disagree that she's the one that made Jill and David aware of Brianne initially.

And I'm not saying anything definitely about Brianne's character bc honestly she seems weird as hell, although I will add that based on the reddit AMA her childhood friend did she grew up Catholic, not secular like a lot of people think, and apparently with very controlling parents. Personally, I just haven't seen any evidence that she's anything but a weird fundie Baptist convert.

I also don't know for sure where she lived at the time she started attending Nathan's church, I thought I'd heard she was in the area but who knows if that's true. But I'd also argue that, if I were an IBLP flavored fundie Christian convert, a Keller family-run church might be a bigger draw than anything the Rods have going on.......at 25 she is certainly among the generation who might've watched those Duggar reruns, which featured the Kellers (incl Nathan occasionally) waaaaay more than they ever did the Rods (I think we saw them in the crowd for a wedding, once). So if you're in a fanatical fundie mindset, the Kellers are honestly more fundie "royalty" by a long shot, but as a woman it's not like you could hangout with Nathan and his fam alone, so you get close to his wife, meet her family when they come visit a few times a year etc, etc.

Genuinely I'm not trying to stand up for Brianne lol, I'm ngl it's just bugging me that they're have been sooooo many similar fundie relationships with the genders reversed, even with the age gap and life circumstances of one of the spouses, but nobody really gets all conspiratorial like they (mostly reddit tbh) are doing with this relationship. It just feels like a lot of people might be making an exception because Samuel is conventionally hot and Brianne is older and a woman.

#josie and Kelton are the only ones i can think of that ppl actually get heated about #but there are sooooo many more particularly where the man chose to be fundie-ish later in life. and i just don't remember people saying #things like Oh he purposefully sought this girl out and trapped her #samuel rodrigues #brianne hessert

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princess-of-the-corner · 3 months ago

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So I was reading and my brain went back into a specific thought cycle. Just making this to get it out of my head. Feel free to delete/ignore.

My step brother and I were both born neurological conditions that cause seizures. And since we don’t have the same parents our doctors couldn’t compare us to help diagnose what’s wrong with either of us. Which is pretty common actually. 1/6th of people get Symptoms Without A Name(SWAN).

When they aired Guilt Trip, I felt seen. I have almost nothing in common with Rose otherwise, but her nebulous unnamed condition with headaches and hospitalization made me feel seen. Cause that’s what my brother and I would have happen. Get a classmate to take us to the nurse and go to the hospital. Have our friends and family worry like hell because we had no idea of cause or treatment. Juleka was essentially showing what our brother, sister, and friends would go through. I felt so comforted, I felt seen.

Then people in the fandom started complaining. “Just say it’s cancer already.” “Omg do they think kids can’t handle knowing what leukemia is?”

I-I was crushed. This episode made me feel so happy about people getting to see. But they’re angry? Not everyone who has childhood illnesses or conditions has the luxuries of knowing what is wrong. It hurt so much. I’ve had to live nearly 30 years walking on eggshells with my life and I thought this could be something that could help a kid that’s in the position I was in feel better. But apparently the general public doesn’t know that. Or CARE?

You know what that's fair! And yeah I think most people who haven't experienced that wouldn't understand how it feels or looks. So writing that's vague like this comes off as bad or a copout.

I think some people's issue with it is less that and more that..... given ML's track record. This wasn't really done to give proper representation to that demographic of people and was more of a happy accident.

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loving08 · 1 year ago

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Love or Pain

Nicholas leister x reader

summary: Y/N and Nicholas has been best friends since childhood but Y/N started to have feelings for Nick. will she confess her feelings to him or the entry of Noah in their life will change everything??

Part 5

It was the first time Nick had behaved like that towards her so she doesn't know what to do, it's like they had a fight or something. It's been 2 weeks now, they haven't talked yet she wants to talk to him but the look he gave her while leaving, she's not being able to forget that.

Y/N just sighed and continued to lay on her bed when suddenly she remembered about their secret place. they would always go there to spend some time whenever they would feel sad or needed some space. she thought going there for some time will get her mind off from all the things and boy.... she was so wrong!!!

When she arrived at their place she comes out of the car and took a deep breath, just breathing the scent is already making her feel better. She walked ups to the road to go and sit where the scenery is perfect, where she and Nick would always enjoy each other company.

she reached near the spot when she saw two figures already sitted there, they have always thought maybe no one knows about this place, she just sighed and thought of going back when she heard it, she heard Nick's laugh and got confused. Is Nick's here? if he is, who is there with him? she wanted to confirm her guess and took some steps forward to get a clear view and then she saw, Nick and Noah together laughing at something. she felt hurt, why did Nick brought her here? it was there place only for both of them so why? not even their parents or friends knew about this place?? she was so deep in thoughts that she didn't realize Nick has already spotted her.

When Nick saw Y/N he felt a little pain in his heart, he hadn't seen her for 2 weeks, he missed her and he wanted to apologize to her how he behaved towards her, so he called her name to caught her attention and when he did, he felt a strong sense of pain, even if she is standing at a far distance he can see her hurt look. He stands up to go over to her when she turned and run away from there, he widened his eyes and ran after her. He soon caught up to her and took hold of her hand, made her turn around and said "why are you running Y/N? why are you running away from me??".

Y/N looked at him hurt and said "you brought her here, how can you do that Boo, it was our place, our safe place we have never told anyone about here and you just brought her without even thinking about my feelings, how dare you, how can you do this Boo" and tears started to fall from her eyes. "I know I know but I didn't think it was a big deal Bee, its not like its a secret place that no one will know about it" Nick said. Y/N just doesn't know what to say anymore, what had happened in this 2 weeks, he was never like that, how can he change so much in such a small amount of time.

she wiped the tears from her face and said "what had happened Nick, you were never like this, you would have never done something like this to hurt me ever, is her coming in our lives changed everything so much and if I remember correctly just some days ago you didn't wanted to get along with them and now you are letting her come and interfere in our lives". Nick looked at Y/N and said "C'mon Y/N don't be so dramatic, I know I was being like that but after getting to know her I don't think she's bad anymore and I think you are still forgetting what you have done to her, she was very upset Y/N, you should atleast apologize to her".

Y/N can't believe what she's hearing and said angrily "are you stupid Nick, how can you believe her when she said I told her to do that, you have known me for so long, we have been friends since diapers and you believed someone you have known for what, not even for a month, are you kidding me and yeah you said to apologize to her, never. Why should I apologize for a something I never did, she herself had gone to Ronnie, she planned that Nick. I don't know why she is doing this but believe me Nick it was all her please". Nick shook his head and said "how can you say that about someone Y/N, why will she let herself get harm, I mean she told me how rude you were being to her when I was not around but I didn't believed her but now its looks like she was right".

Y/N just continued to looked at him, feeling her heart getting broken and hurt with every words leaving his mouth, Nick looked at her in the eyes and said "were you always this rude and mean Y/N, was all this year were you faking everything, anything you ever did was it really from your heart or you just wanted to win people over". Y/N let out a bitter and painful laugh and said "you know my mom always told me loving someone feels amazing, its such an beautiful feeling that you cannot even describe it in words but she never told me that if the person you love hurts you, it will hurt this much". Nick started to realize he may have done something wrong or has assumed the situation wrong, he was not liking the way their talk was going and said "what are you talking about Bee, I can't understand".

"I love you...., I have loved you since our childhood, I never said anything to you about my feeling because I knew you never thought of me that way". Nick was shocked, he never thought she loved him in that way, yes he did felt a flattering feeling around her over the years but today listening to her stirs something inside his heart.

he just looked at her wide eyed and with a shocked look, Y/N looked at his face and felt nothing but hurt, she turned to leave but before that she wanted to tell him one last thing so she turned back to him and said "I have always supported you, cared for you and loved you but maybe.... maybe that was not enough. I am hurt Nick way too much, loving someone shouldn't hurt this much right, then why do I have to get hurt". she put her hand on his face and softly said "I can't let you hurt me anymore Nick, if I did I don't think I will survive, I will get shattered and that's why from today we will not see each other anymore, I will keep my distance.... Don't think that I'm abandoning you, I am not, I'm just trying to protect my heart, myself....".

she smiled sadly at him and said "it was good knowing you...., Goodbye Nickolas" and gently kissed his cheeks and got inside her car and left there with a broken heart.

Nick looked ahead at the disappearing car crying, realizing what he had done, not only he didn't realize your feelings for him but also how he had hurted you and now...., now he knows what those feeling he felt for you all these years, now he can name them, now he realized that he also loves you but its too late.... he had broked you.

Part 6

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tjalexandernyc · 6 months ago

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Not sure why so many people are getting nostalgic over Claire's at the moment but if you'd like to hear my personal Claire's ear piercing story here it is.

I'm 40 years old so I grew up in peak '90s mall culture. Claire's was a standard stop on any mall visit along with The Rave, Auntie Anne's, and the sketchy arcade. Despite the ubiquity of Claire's and its cheap ear piercing, I never got my ears pierced until I was... probably 15 or maybe 14. I don't know how I escaped it for so long; most of my girl friends had their ears pierced either as an infant or at least before they were tweens. I suspect it was a combination of me being a little nonbinary baby who didn't want to wear earrings in both ears but couldn't articulate why, so I never asked for them; the fact that my mom was thrifty and never offered; and my grandmother's penchant for clip-on earrings, since she'd also never gotten her ears pierced. I think when she was growing up in the 1920s it was seen as slutty? Anyway IF I was required to wear earrings for a fancy occasion there were plenty of grandma's sitting around the place.

But when I was 14 or 15, I was at the mall with my father. I don't remember why we were at the mall together. We rarely did anything together, and even now are not especially close. I vaguely remember my childhood best friend being there too. We must have been waiting for someone or something (maybe a movie at the attached theater?) and had some time to kill.

I think my dad must have offered to buy us some earrings we were examining at one of the kiosks, because I remember having to explain to him that I didn't have pierced ears. My dad famously misremembered things about me, like thinking I'd had braces when it was my older brother, not me, who needed them. He was shocked. He must have assumed I'd gotten them pierced at some point, but I told him no, it never happened. He offered to pay for the piercing at Claire's right then and there.

I don't know if I can explain how it felt, that offer. I was largely ambivalent about piercings. I knew, as most '90s kids did, that there was a Gay Ear that some guys wore earrings in, but no one seemed to agree which one it was. I have a visceral memory, down to knowing exactly which seat I was in, when a kid in the elementary school lunchroom got a cheap clip on pirate earring stuck on his earlobe and was mercilessly taunted for it being on the Gay Ear. I both wanted piercings so I could figure out which of my ears, if any, were gay. I simultaneously didn't want anyone putting holes in me. I craved visibility and invisibility in equal measure. I wanted to do something with my dad, since we never did things together. I didn't want to spend my own money on ear piercing, which my father spoke of like some inevitable event. I wanted to talk to my best friend about all this alone even though I knew she would not understand.

I ended up getting my ears pierced at Claire's that day. The 18 year old cashier who was manning the piercing gun made one puncture slightly off center compared to the other. I picked out a pair of cubic zirconia studs, which I thought weren't as girly as the others. After the piercings healed I started wearing earrings pretty much every day and amassed a huge collection of them. I did that up until I came out a few years ago.

I don't wear earrings often anymore but when I do it's usually just one dangly transguy-esque piece or a single hoop. I put it in the same ear that the kid in the lunchroom did. I haven't thought about my father in relation to my piercings for a very long time, until recently, when the Claire's memes reminded me. I think there's probably a lot of pop psychology mud to dig through there if someone cared to. I don't.

My father and I talk a couple times a year now, usually brokered by my mom. He has pierced ears, by the way, three in each ear. I don't remember when that happened. I'd like to think it was around the time my parents got divorced. I'd like to think it was circa 1997. I'd like to think it happened the way I know it didn't, in a way that even our combined shit memories couldn't conjure: that we both got gunned at the Claire's at the mall, ears red and puffy, before getting a cinnamon sugar pretzel to split. It didn't happen that way, but god I wish it had.

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year ago

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Their Princess - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by @tealady556

" Hey can you write one where Andy and reader having a kid thanks!"

Sure, and sorry it took me so long. Andy being a dad is such a lovely concept i love to be writing this. Hope the fluff will compensate for the delay :)

Warnings: Dad Andy fluff 💕 I decided the kid will be a little girl just because I love too much the idea.

Summary: As your child grows up it is your challenge as parents to find a way of combining the developmental freedoom she needs with all the safety precautions against Chucky. Andy is very concerned about it, but her peculiar understandment of the situation will surprise him.

Tags: @barclaysangel

Looking back, the life Andy managed to build with you seemed like the most improbable dream. He turned his prison into a home, changing loneliness for a wonderful family. Everything Chucky said he would never achieve, he had it. Mortified by his lies, he once got to believe he was too undesirable to find a partner, or just too broken to be around anyone else but him. Breaking the isolation brought him amazing news: he could be wanted, loved and even cherished beyond his romantic relationship with you. Unlike Chucky, he didn’t have a magic wand to make all his problems disappear, but having all of that made a huge difference.

Becoming a father was the biggest challenge he had ever faced. To the standard fears of any parent, he had to add the never resting threat of the killer doll with a preference for being an intergenerational curse for his most hated families. However, the bliss was stronger than the doubts and he would see it with each day of watching your little one grow.

Finding the balance between his justified hypervigilance and the freedoom her development required was getting harder once she stopped being a baby, but there was no doubt he was an amazing dad who adored his child. The love you felt for him kept growing more and more since she came to your lives, watching them play was your happy place. Even when you would join the games, you were always finding yourself in awe observing him challenging himself to make her happy.

Andy Barclay, the man who lost his childhood to an abuser hidding inside his toy, could be found happyly playing with your daughter and the toys you got her. Sometimes it would give you the impression of some compensation going on in their playtime, her dad and his inner child both participating of it.

Living in contact with nature made her adquire a fascination for the wildlife of the woods and a preferrence for the Disney Princesses associated with that enviroment. Her favorite was Aurora, from The Sleeping Beauty. The three of you cassually watched the old film once on a rainy day and she never let it go.

It probably didn't help that the princess hidding in a small cottage to escape the rage of a witch who hated her parents lived as a peasant under a different name that resembled hers. She would play pretend to be Briar Rose so often that you ended up getting her a costume she could put on to improve the experience.

Through her playing you also got to understand that Rose wasn't completely blind to the reason for her father's worry. She got a chance to completely expose it to both of you during the discussion of a big milestone. She was invited for a sleepover at a friend's house, something normal to most children, but Andy was too preoccupied to let her go.

" I don't know the family enough and I haven't been in their house … How many toys she has? Have you seen them all? What if she has friends, siblings or cousins bringing their own toys and Chucky shows up in the hands of one of them? What if he sneaks inside the house in the middle of the night knowing I will not be there to protect her? "

You held his hand and began to play with his hair trying to calm him down while translating his speculations to your girl.

" What dad means is that we are not sure if you sleeping so far away from us is a good idea. "

She was a bit dissapointed, but that didn't mean she didn't understand it. Andy hated to see the evident letdown and couldn't help wondering if that was how his mother felt trying to make him understand why she couldn't buy him a Good Guy during the morning of his sixth birthday.

However, his little one did provide him bits of her own reasoning.

" I know, I know. If I leave the woods the witch doll will find me and put me to sleep. "

Her father looked at her in disbelief, then redirected his attention to you as if he seeked for an answer to what he just heard, but you were as clueless as him.

You both have told her about Chucky, but didn't expect she would be bringing it up in her own terms.

" Is that how you see him, Rosie? " Andy wondered out loud, encouraging her to keep talking. " Like the curse of the Sleeping Beauty? "

" Maleficent. " She corrected him, starting a childish ramble. " She cursed her to hurt her family, she wanted her gone but Merrywheater changed the curse so she would be just sleeping. That's why Aurora lived in the woods, so she won't find her, but then Maleficent saw her in the castle and put her to sleep on her birthday just like the curse said ... Isn't that what Chucky does? He tried to make you sleep on your birthday."

He couldn't believe the innocent brillance of what he was hearing from her. It showed perfect understandment of the situation wrapped in the fantasy of a fairytale.

" So you understand that Chucky uses dolls the same way Maleficent cursing the spinning wheel, ríght? " He tried to follow her, presenting his point from another angle. " I'm nervous about the dolls other people have the same way Aurora's dad was about the spinning wheels on his kingdom. "

" Dad acts like that because he wants to protect you from the curse of Chucky. " You added, providing the conclussion. " He is not a King, so he can't get the Good Guy dolls banned from the country like King Stephan did forbidding his subjects from having spinning wheels. "

The sweet little girl seemed genuinely concerned for him, as if putting things on the language of the story would make her see it clearer.

" Don't worry, daddy! I have my good fairy aunts . "

" We live here with you and I don't see any fairies. " Andy recalled. " Since i'm not a real king, I never needed to leave you under the care of a fairy."

The refutation didn't seem to worry her at all.

" Aunt Kyle and Aunt Nica come to visit me. "

It was a heartwarming occurence, but he didn't want to encourage it. Touched as you both were, you still had to explain her the bad concecuencies it could have if she would say it during one of their visits.

" You should never call Nica your aunt. " Andy cutted her off. " It can upset her. "

The warning made her a little sad.

" … Maybe she doesn't want to be my aunt."

Her sudden sadness fearing herself unwanted by a loved one was breaking your heart.

" It's not that, she loves you. " You tried to explain her because you knew it was too much for him. " … But once upon a time, she was the fairy aunt of another princess Chucky wanted to curse. Her parents weren't as carefull as we are, they didn't know about it and they weren't paying attention. Her aunt tried to save her, but she couldn't revert it the way Merrywheater did. He did put her to sleep, but that princess never woke up and her castle is empty. Now Nica feels too sad to be called aunt again, even if she feels like your aunt. "

The fate of Alice was the combination of all his worst fears. As a father he began to feel haunted by her suffering more than ever. Andy would tell himself over and over that he taught his girl well, that Rose was better prepared and had loving parents that knew better and won't let Chucky rope her. Still, he himself had a wonderfull mother and that wasn't enough to stop it.

She needed to form friendships, the only constant on every tale was a lonely kid surrounded of grown ups.

" Tell you what, sweetheart? We can offer your friend to make the sleepover here. " He proposed out of sudden. " I can take the deer off the wall and hide anything else she may find weird. She can stay for the whole weekend and we will take you for a walk so you can show her all the cute animals you love to salute. "

The illusion transformed her expression, she was all smiles for him again.

" Really?"

He tried to act cassually, but the difference meant the world to him.

" Sure, clever girl. Problem solved."

She hugged him, excitement making her cling tíght.

" THANK YOU, DADDY!! YOU ARE THE BEST!! "

Andy picked her up and kissed her forehead.

" You are welcome, honey. " He lovefully replied. " Just give me some time to fix the place because i want to impress our guest. You know? Not many people think i'm as great as you see me. Many get scared of me because they don't know of everything I told you or they don't believe it. "

She surprised him once more with a lovely comeback.

" I love you, dad. You scare the monsters away."

You could tell he was holding back tears of joy, but you were already crying. Once you found a while to speak about it you were all over him, fulling him of congratulations, but he wasn't convinced of deserving those.

" Mom always says she is a lot like me, and she is ríght. i don't want her to grow up alone and in fear. " He confessed himself with you. " She sees herself as a lonely girl hidding from the curse of a witch by living in a cottage, who later falls for the very first guy she sees. Maybe my obsession for protecting her makes her vulnerable, maybe i'm doing everything wrong."

You chuckled with skepticism, then replied.

" You are forgetting our Rosie is not some common bitch. She is the daughter of Andy Barclay: original victim, long lasting Chucky hunter and professional cult deprogrammer. You have been talking kids out of it since at least your late teens and that experience is reflected in your parenting. She has just proven you that she bewares of Chucky even if she has never meet him yet and that is a world of difference. To get inside, kids have to open the door for him and hers is very closed. "

" Let's make the common agreement of never showing her the Maleficent movie. " He joked, following you. " She is so clever, it never stops amazing me. "

The pridefull smile on his face was making you melt with tenderness.

" Got it from her dad … "

" With your imagínation. " He corrected you. " I don't recall to have ever been so creative."

" Your self implemented security systems say otherwise, love. " You insisted, seeking to make him feel as good as you felt with him. " … And remind me what was the last thing our girl asked we should get her for her birthday?"

" A bow, she saw it in Brave.We had to talk her out of it because she is still too little and she kept saying that princesses shoot with bows. She could have asked for a Merida doll, but preferred the bow. "

You shared a few chuckles and he was back at looking at you with that sweet, lost expression that could have made you die for him.

" Am I doing it ríght?"

You pulled him closer to you and stamped a kiss on his lips, then whispered.

" Amazing."

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