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tamrielic · 7 months ago

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just a little self–indulgent drabble thing because i’m experiencing a nasty flare–up right now due to stress and i am so exhausted and miserable but i honestly can’t stop thinking about how gentle and wonderful and perfect JING YUAN would be to me; this is my first time writing for star rail at all whatsoever so. oof. i wrote it in first–person first without thinking so if i missed changing that somewhere i’m sorry but i gotta go lay down and rest

“baobei, are you still asleep?” the gentle, deep voice cuts through your half–asleep state, making you groan softly as you roll over and blink your eyes open to find jing yuan knelt beside your bed. he’d clearly just gotten back from his official meetings, still looking regal in his general uniform, though his boots and cape had been discarded at the door.

you stare at him for a moment before you reply, your voice rough with both sleep not having spoken in a few hours. “just dozing. i’m sorry, i’ll get up now.”

you shift to pull back the blanket and move to sit up, but are stopped by a large hand resting on your shoulder, jing yuan having stood up to lean over you.

“that is not what i meant. it was a simple question, not a demand that you must quit resting,” he murmurs as he gently guides you to lay back down, sitting on the edge of the bed as he reaches out to brush a few stray curls from your face. his warm golden eyes search your expression, scanning over your body briefly before meeting your gaze once more, his voice softening even further with concern. “be honest with me; are you experiencing a flare–up of your illness?”

you stay silent for a moment, eyes focused on his face, head subconsciously tilting to lean into the touch of his fingers. your voice is hardly more than a whisper when you speak, your eyelashes fluttering.

“you know that i hate to let you see me like this, jing yuan.”

a deep, warm chuckle leaves him, his golden eyes softening even further as he leans down over you, his fluffy white hair spilling over his shoulders as he nudges his nose against yours gently while he hums thoughtfully.

“mmm, perhaps. but have you considered that i relish every opportunity that i have to treat you like royalty; to wait on you hand and foot? you’re so very stubborn, baobei, and you never want to accept any help,” he leans down further, brushing his lips against yours as he whispers. “how about you let this old general dote upon you today, hm?”

you immediately blush, feeling your face and ears grow warm as you squirm a bit, lips parting to brush against his own as you mutter.

“i can’t– you’re busy enough as it is– this isn’t something that the general of the xianzhou luofu, an emanator of the hunt, should be dealing with. especially not from his significant other.”

unable to stop the hitch in your breath, the tears stinging as they begin to well up in your eyes, your hands clench into fists on the bedsheets as you turn your head to the side to avoid those intense golden eyes that are peering into your soul.

jing yuan is silent for a moment, the quiet of the room only making your discomfort and anxiety skyrocket, before he lets out a sigh and moves to climb onto the bed, gently pulling you up and into his lap; the ease of which he does so always startling. he buries the fingers of one hand in your hair and pulls your head to his chest, wrapping his free arm around you and leaning back against the headboard. he holds you in silence for a moment before his deep voice breaks it as he starts to slowly and gently rake his fingers through your curls.

“those are indeed the fancy titles i have been gifted in my life. but i must remind you, fancy titles and immortality or not, i am still just a man. a man who happens to be head over heels in love with a lovely, wonderful individual. an individual whose laughter makes my soul alight, a person whose love for me burns brighter than any sun in the universe. a person who, in my opinion as well as many other’s, is far too hard on themselves.”

you can’t help but to curl into him at that, the tears spilling from your eyes as you cling to him and sniffle.

jing yuan laughs lowly, a laugh that can be felt more than heard, and he turns his head to press his lips to your forehead before murmuring.

“baobei, you must stop being so hard on yourself. or else i shall have to resort to drastic measures...”

he slowly trails his free hand down to gently squeeze the plush curve of your hip, wiggling his fingers and chuckling when you immediately squeal softly and squirm against him.

you pull back from him, your face hot and wet from tears, sniffling as you glare half-heartedly at him. you open your lips to rebuke him, but he slips his fingers from your hair to press a shushing one to your lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

“shhh, none of that now, though it is good to see that fire in your soul that i find so endearing,” he shifts, leaning down and resting his forehead against your own.

your eyebrows furrow as you glare at him silently, reaching up and grasping his wrist to pull his hand away so you can speak.

“jing yuan, you... you’re an infuriating scoundrel.”

his lips part in a wide smile as he laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“ah, so you agree with lady fu in that regard, hm? interesting. tell me, what is so infuriating about a man being so deeply in love with someone that the effects of illnesses that are out of their control only make him love them more?”

you are silent as you process his words, truly pondering them as your gaze inevitably softens and you slowly melt against him. you reach your hands up to cradle his face, brushing your thumbs against his high cheekbones.

“i don’t deserve you, jing yuan, but... i’m selfish. i love you, and i need you. i don’t know why you tolerate me when i have such inconvenient chronic illnesses, but...” you trail off, tilting your head as you lean in and brush your lips against his. “... thank you.”

he smiles against your lips and hums contendedly, murmuring a soft “no need to thank me, baobei” before his lips coax yours into a slow, loving kiss.

closing your eyes, you finally allow yourself to relax into him fully, pressing soft and tender kisses to his lips between soft breaths, your hands still cradling his face.

after a few more moments you part, a tiny yawn escaping you as you curl up on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while whispering.

“can we just... stay like this for a bit?”

jing yuan chuckles quietly, shifting you both so that you’re lying down on the bed as he wraps himself around you, nuzzling his face against your neck and mumbling tiredly.

“i would love nothing more, baobei; a nap is exactly what i need right now, honestly.”

you sigh softly before wrapping your arms and legs around him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and the comforting scent of him as you both fall asleep, the bitter and negative thoughts plaguing your mind evaporating as his presence and gentle reassurances ease your worries.

#𖹭 – kayleigh.writes #honkai: star rail #honkai star rail #hsr #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x gender neutral reader #jing yuan fluff #chronically ill reader

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cakerybakery · 2 months ago

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Mmm how good would Adam look as a 23 year old orphan caring for his ten year old sister in a post world war three world where the divide between classes is so prominent that the lowest class live in the outer ring of a city and often drop out of school to apprentice at a job due to the lack of money to pay for it. But Adam’s parents worked hard to try and keep him in school only for his mother to fall ill and die, leaving them with a baby that needed tending to and his father to fall to the depression and drink.

So for three years, prime apprenticeship age for a boy of his class, Adam is the sole caregiver of his baby sister and does odd jobs when he can to make extra money to pay for her milk. Then there’s an accident on the job site and they loose their father too. At least their one bedroom tiny apartment is paid for, thanks to their parents scraping by for years and doing everything they could to prevent having more than Adam for as long as they could, but now Adam doesn’t have the job training to find proper work, he has no education to join a middle class profession and instead must do odd jobs, steal, and when times are truly tough he dons his mother’s dress, one last thing he has of her that he can’t pawn or sell for scraps, and goes down to the docks. Trading himself for a bit of coin or fish to the early morning sailors.

His sister wants to stop going to school to start as an apprentice to help pay for things. She doesn’t know if she believes that Adam is only doing honest work. His friend is a thief after all. Adam earns just enough to keep paying for her schooling though and he’s going to do anything he can to ensure she gets a high enough education to get a job in the second ring and move her up in life so her children never have to worry about food or education, so he won’t let her.

To assure her that he has enough saved that if anything happened she would have the money for school he decides to listen to a friend and go to the first ring and pickpocket the rich bastards there.

The train needs a ticket to let him past the first ring though. He plans on hiding in the bathroom.

On the train, coming in to do business in the first ring, is Lucifer. He is young, Adam’s age, but head’s his family’s company. His grandfather built it during the war. His father nearly ruined it. Lucifer has the ability to tell what someone’s desires are though and since he was young was able to court his family’s business partners and clients by softening them up with what they desired. The company was ultimately passed to him over his father because of it.

On the train he mainly ignores the desires of the passengers around him, but for one brief moment he feels the desire for him flare up and just as quickly it becomes the desire to provide for his sister. That interests Lucifer. What kind of person sees someone they desire so strongly and immediately stops desiring them as though he was but a passing fancy? Of all the selfish desires he’s ever seen this man about his age thinks mainly of his sister?

Then the desire shifts again to not getting caught as he makes his way to the bathroom. So Lucifer follows, he pushes himself into the bathroom with him, and impulsively gets the guy to take his inner ring ticket. He’s rich and foreign. he can pretend not to understand the laws about the tickets. Which he ends up doing.

Adam doesn’t know why this stranger is helping him or how he knew he needed a ticket. But he was almost caught and as the guy is lead off at the second ring to go buy a ticket to continue on, he’s grateful.

In the inner ring he’s ignored. Most assuming he’s some sort of paid help or delivery boy. They don’t notice their wallets are lighter until it’s much too late.

Until he pick pockets the wrong man. As coincidence has it, Adam runs into Lucifer, who helps him yet again.

Lucifer is finding Adam rather interesting indeed. He helps Adam escape by being able to tell where the police are by their desire to capture Adam. The trains are out and the two of them make their way slowly to the third ring.

The city being so large it takes several hours to get back to Adam’s place on foot. By the time they make it they’ve become friends but Lucifer is rather flirty and Adam is rather interested in being flirted with. Emily, Adam’s sister, was worried sick when he didn’t come home. He assures her, he lies to her, that everything was fine and he simply was out all night with an old friend.

They see her off to school and the two fall into Adam’s bed. He shares the room with his sister but she stopped sharing a bed with him a few years back. Stringing up a cloth divider to have her own space.

Adam thinks of it as a bit of a one night stand. Some fun to be had.

Lucifer finds himself smitten and keeps coming around.

Adam’s friend (going to make him Steve, cause fuck that guy) is jealous. He’s been in love with Adam for years but Adam has never noticed. Steve decides the best way to get the rich prick Lucifer to fuck off and make Adam fall for him is to secretly turn Adam in for theft.

Emily will need a caretaker while Adam is in prison and that’s where Steven comes in and plays the hero. Caring for her while Adam does time. Then when Adam is out he won’t be able to find any work and will have to rely on him! Adam will be all his.

Of course Lucifer steps in instead of flaky when Adam is arrested. He’s rich. Like hiring the best lawyers money can buy rich. Lawyers that point out that they don’t actually know it was Adam and have no proof that it was him beside an anonymous tip. Eyewitnesses saw him on the train? Well, they also saw Lucifer didn’t they? He was also seen in the inner ring with Lucifer. They’re dating, of course they were together for most of the day. Except for when Lucifer misunderstood that he would also need a ticket and had to catch another train.

So he could have been the thief? Lucifer was on the next train and Adam stayed rather close to the station. No one could place him there by they also couldn’t say he wasn’t there. Although as luck would have it they remembered Lucifer and perhaps he was with someone, so hard to remember. Ultimately there was too much doubt that Adam was the pick pocket. Especially since he’d never been in trouble with the law before. Most folks in the neighbourhood had hired him for part time work but didn’t have the income to hire him as an apprentice. Not when they already had apprentices.

Lucifer even stepped in to care for Emily. Steve was rather pissed when he went over to console her and found Lucifer making her breakfast that he had brought the ingredients for. The table had never seen so much food. Lucifer also paid for her schooling for longer than even the second ring jobs required.

When it’s over Lucifer buys a place in the inner ring. He had business to oversee anyways and eventually they marry and live happily ever after.

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I always did like that old dream I’d had.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adam x lucifer

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arthurtaylorlester · 1 year ago

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RETURN OF THE KING: MALEVOLENT LIVEBLOG EPISODE 37 THE FARM

spoilers (you already know)

back at it with some humming!

JOHN MY BELOVED !!!! youre so bitchy i love him

HES SO PETTY HELP

harpers hill mention omg (harpers hill hijinks coming soon)

“MY BOOK HMPH 😤” girl 😭😭

“i didnt realise” yes because you cant see and john is like really really dumb

it kills me that john is bitching about oscar not finding anything but like what information have you contributed in the last 3 episodes

ive missed bullying john

malevolent is a comedy and i will stand by that

mmm rain sounds

HYPNOS GREEK GOD MENTION ‼️

“can you imagine hahah” yes i can it was the best arc of the show send tweet

well you havent seen his face

whys john being so quiet all of a sudden?

OH WHAT THEFUCK I SAW RHIS COMING

“i suppose ill just watch again” SOMEONE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

arthur ignoring john….. the girls are going to DIVORCE

“not you sorry ^_^” and then he goes back to ignoring john?? girl

oh wait that was very sweet

WHAT THE FUCK I JUST TOOK ABDHDNFN

sorry arthur speaking to john like that just destroyed me

I TRUST YOU AND YOUR MY FRIEND??? IM NOT TRYING TO IGNORE YOU?? THEYRE COMMUNICATING A

“its not because i dont care 💛” “…yes?” oscar this isnt about you

poor guy though he must be so confused

arthurs tone changes so much when he speaks to john

someone get john a pair of glasses either that or he was too busy daydreaming to see the turnoff

oh of course john would want to split off because he hasnt ever seen a horror movie arthur if you die then it’s your fault for not showing him the movie 🙄

“we might have to sleep in the car” okayyyy

oh so now john wants to give him info because he deserves to know

aaaand now he doesnt want to tell him. we love a hypocritical king !!!

return of the canadian sourry

you dont need to sound so smug that he looks hurt john 😭😭

okay oscar love the existential crisis while reading very relatable

is he gonna say arthur is his purpose

oh for fucks sake

NOT THE SOFT “oscar”

ok oscar is def into arthur and arthur saying “i don’t believe in god” is like rejection. this is how unrequited blindfaith can still win.

also god believes in you? well john and kayne sure seem to believe in him for what its worth

oscar nooo dont devote yourself to arthur that never ends well

john i dont care about oscar either but you have got to stop laying it on so think jfc

john the undefeated more like john the opportunist

“woAH” same john same

oooh so john can see auras now basically?

what monster are we gonna find in the barn 👀

oh that sounds fun actually though /j

AWW I KNEW HE WAS GONNA ASK IF HE WAS OK

ok i love how prominent the dreamlands are this episode i was just thinking about how good it was

john just wants his alone time with arthur because he cant answer his questions

“i need another set of eyes” thats like the one thing john can do it must be kinda sad to like, not be able to fully do the one thing you used to be great at

“ *gasp* a forgotten one :0” john dont act like you know what that means

hey is john a forgotten one then. is he. is he though.

can everyone except arthur feel the weirdness of places

NOT THE MUSIC BOX MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND HARLAN WHEN ARE YOU GIVING US AN OST PLEASE IM BEGGIN YOU

ITS MIDNIGHT DONT GO IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT ITS RAINING YOURE BEING CHASED BY AN EDLRITCH THING

john its ok if you didnt see it you dont need to justify yourself ❤️‍🩹

john sounds almost scared to go in the basement lol

the stairs are gonna give out at a later date im calling it

what could possibly happen in the last 15 minutes

a door ajar omg is that a wtnv reference

did arthur almost die by getting crushed by a bunch of furniture

oh a barricade i know what this is about

oh happy halloween btw guys

OSCAR JUMPSCARE

my honest reaction too john

what… what did you just sink into….

oh hole in roof, cool

arthur pay attention oscar hes gonna set hjmself on fire on accident

the jarthur was too busy analysing the painting to pay attention to oscar

OH GODDAMIT ARTHRJ WHAT THE FUCK JOHN WHAT THE DAGGER? THE ONE HE SLIT HIS THROAT WITH

oh he wants to cut it off ok

jfc 7 minutes oh no

I CALLED THE STAIRS CAVING IN

GUYS HE WAS READING THE BOOK OFC HE KNOWS

question: how strong is arthur physically

“A TOWEL!” “A TOWEL?” as i said a comedy

WE GOT A “WELL DONE ORTHUR” LETS GO

you know its weird that i can handle this fine but couldnt deal with the michael torture in the woe.begone finale

NO ARTHUR ITS NOT OK

HES ISNT GOING TO MAKE IT

oh ok hes fine sort of ok

the music goes so hard again

that arthur was so scared

ok the arms alive run

or get john to arm wrestle it idk

“what thE fUCK WHAT THE FUCK” my daily vocabulary

and oscar was right :)

RUN YOU IDIOTS

arthur you could at least carry him instead of dragging him that poor poor man

i find it amusing that this mostly happened because of jarthur studying a painting and ignoring the man currently in possession of their braincells

indeed what do we do now

and thats a wrap! oh boy what an episode i have THOUGTHTS (oscar is not surviving this)

i know like maybe 2 people read this type of posts but i enjoy making and reading them back. so if youd like me to keep going with these i will :)

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #unhinged aromantics #arthur lester #john doe #john malevolent #arthur malevolent #malevolent john #malevolent arthur #oscar malevolent #malevolent oscar #malevolent spoilers #mr scratch #malevolent part 37

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astraydestiny · 10 days ago

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“an eternity without me”

Hey! Kinda new at this. First time posting on this account, kinda excited to be honest. Needa get back into the writing grind, and if Im going to be procrastinating on my school work, might as well be doing it for something productive. Many things will happen here! Ill ask for opinions, advice feedback, and you guys and send in requests for like- fandoms. I dont know which ones, let me get back to you later. “You guys” Meaning like… The few passerbys who see this. Still! Trying to get better, aren’t we all.

Anyways! I’m Cool Guy! You can call me Kana, Kani, Cool Guy, or really anything that you know I’ll respond to? You can even call me Grim (my pfp) and I’ll respond. Same with pronouns, she, him, they, doesn’t matter to me.

I am a MINOR.

As stated above, I am under the age of 18, and I will not be elaborating further than that! (Dont worry, I’m over 14). However! That means NO SMUT. “I CANT BELIEVE IT IM BLOCKING YOU!” Go ahead. No smut and thats final!

Mmm… What else? Fanfiction!!!

Ill write fanfiction. And if I said that I didn’t know what fandoms I would be writing for, well here they are!

Fandoms (Not a master list, didn’t write anything yet!!!):

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

One Piece

Demon Slayer

LoZ BotW

LoZ TotK

Frieren: Beyond Journeys End (butchered that, I know)

Vinland Saga

Jujutsu Kaisen (Sorry, hated the ending.)

Gosh, and some other ones guys! Sorry, mind is confuzzled as of late. Trying to do a 30 day writing challenged to finish 30k at the end of the month… 3 day hiatus! Luckily im above 15k right now, so I need to lock in.

IM WRITING A BOOK!

Kinda self explanatory… The first one! Its gonna take long, and editing is gonna take a while, and I need to finish the first draft!!! Hopefully yall can help motivate me!!!

Anyways, Damn did I forget stuff? Maybe, yall can just comment for questions and stuff, if its important, then like- Ill make another post and stuff. But yeah! NICE TO MEET YALL!

-Kani

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nicosraf · 7 months ago

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I’m interested what’s your view son romance, sex, monogamy,relationships.

Are you romantic? What’s your thoughts on gay love and expressing it?

It’s probably a weird ask but I’m curious on how your mind works

love abm and a&m by the way you should be really proud of yourself. I also love that you are an author who actually interacts with their audience.

You deserve to treat yourself for what you have done.

Ok let me stop talking now I’m kind of embarrassed. You make really cute characters. I might love Lucifer now. 🫣

mmm really skirting what I'm comfortable talking about on Tumblr but i really like talking about being gay lol so ill chat a little

I'm too romantic, though I haven't been in an official relationship for a few years by choice (needed to work on myself etc etc). I hate being gay most of the time to be entirely honest with you. I love the act of being gay a lot; I love men and loving men, (if you're my friend, you have to put up with me talking about guys all the time I'm afraid) and I love gay culture. But being gay has caused me a lot of pain and I've only recently started being happy with who I am and coming out to most of the people I know. (And ABM played a major role in that funnily enough).

Anyway that's all just backstory for me to say that I love gay homosexual love and I love gay people so much. Yeah gay communities have so so many problems, but gay love is something very special to me, almost divine. I think there's so many diverse ways of expressing gay love that we all need to protect; I think the masc4mascs who think their love is more "pure" gay male love are the worst. Gay sex is good, messy, also divine to me, but I'm still working on not hating myself for it.

I'm monogmous myself, I think, and gay communities being so polygamous has had its up and downs for me. I think some people blow this poly "issue" out of proportion, though I wish guys would be upfront about whether they can handle monogamy or not skskks

Thank you for liking my books! maybe i'll get a treat tomorrow. and i'm happy you find my characters cute, i think they're cute too :) Thank you for the ask

#mine #ask #i think i still struggle a lot feeling alienated by society #but we'll get there

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wanderingxiao · 1 year ago

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Thirst post~ What If you’re in class with Wanderer and he gets super needy? Mmm~ yes baby! Wanderer is addressed as “Scara” ;)

Suggestive Themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Wanderer’s Teasing Touches✨

“I swear if you get any closer, Scara. I’m really going to punch you.”

“Heh, you don’t have the courage to do such a thing in class. It’s rather pathetic seeing you so worked up over a few innocent touches. You’re just that needy for me aren’t you?”

God sometimes you really hated this prick. The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make your blood boil and your fists shake with anger. How did you even begin dating the Wanderer in the first place? It was probably his undeniable attractive features. He was Ill-mannered the first day you met him and he still was, how did you find his personality bearable enough to continue seeing him? You knew that answer. You loved him. Even his stupid condescending words, annoyed and often times judgmental looks, all of it you had grown to love. That doesn’t mean he still didn’t annoy the hell out of you. Just like he is now. His cold hand is rested on your thigh, rubbing light circles. Seems romantic right? Wrong. Not when you’re in class at the Akademiya trying to focus on class when his hand keeps inching closer and closer to your heat.

“Let’s undo these, they’re in my way.” His slender fingers began to stealthily work your pants undone, pushing the silver button through the sewed hole and grasping the golden zipper. Your hand reaches under the table, swatting his hand away as best you can in order to be discreet, but his stealthy fingers get your pants unzipped and down before you can stop him. “Ah, ah, focus on the lecture. Or else you’ll make a failing grade on this next exam. Wouldn’t that be a shame for the straight A goody too shoes to get a bad grade?” His condescending words did nothing to sway your focus on the professor and the exam material. He was really testing the restraint you had not to strangle him at that moment. “I promise we can do it later, just please not here.”

“Tsk, but I want you now. And I take what I want, when I want it. Especially things that are mine.” His slender fingers padded a damp area building in your panties, rubbing slow and antagonizing circles against your core. His touch was cool yet burning all in the same instance. Your body stiffened, legs trying to close on his hand to stop his movements, but you should’ve known that wasn’t going to work. He was unrelenting. “Would you look at that? Already so wet from some simple touches. You might hold yourself on a pedal stool, but face it. We both know you’re just a dirty, perverted, slut.” God you loved it when he called you such degrading and dirty things. You knew he didn’t actual mean his words In the full context, but the fact was that you were a slut for him and him alone. “Your body is more honest than you are. It’s pathetic how weak you are to a man’s touch… you let other men touch you like this?”

“N-No… only you-“ a hand went to your mouth quickly, trying to stifle your own shuddering moan when he started to press harder against your core, moving tantalizingly slow towards a puffy bundle of nerves that rocked your world. A low and teasing chuckle bubbles from his chest, low enough not to draw attention to you both. Your eyes honed in on the professor, shaky to continue focusing on the lecture. “That’s right. You only submit to me like this. You submit only to me, your world, your god.” Your body betrayed you, slowly bucking your hips into his hand, desperate for more of his sensationally electric touch. His voice dropped with sedative seduction, pushing you closer and closer to succumbing to his demands for your body. “Scara… please…”

“You’re getting weak on me now? Before you wanted me not to touch you at all and now you’re sitting here, hot and flustered from this? I should punish you for being such a fucking whore.” His tongue was deathly sharp, pointed edges sticking to every little syllable that fell from his oh so soft lips. You could feel your legs shaking, utterly humiliated by how his lewd and degrading words turned you on. Your hand rested on his thigh under the table, making him stop his movements and come closer to your ear. His large hat covered your head, slightly covering your flushed face. “When did I give you permission to touch me with your filthy dirty hands?” His voice was dark yet so sexy. Suddenly, he plunged two finger deep inside you, letting out a husky and blissful breath against your ear. You quickly closed your mouth and clenched your jaw tightly not to make a sound, your hands leaving him to clench his wrists shakily as a means of support for yourself. “Don’t fucking touch me without my permission first. Is that understood?”

You couldn’t respond, your mouth pretty much sewn shut in order not to let out a loud moan in front of the entire class. His fingertips wiggled slightly before pulling out slightly to ram his fingers back inside, making a small lewdly wet sound. “I said… is that understood?” You nodded your head quickly, removing your death grip on him slowly, letting him have his way with you. He chuckled and gave a small hum into your ear, his tongue coming out to lick the shell of your ear, his large hat covering the sexual scenes from anyone that dared to look. “Good girl. Now spread your legs more for me.” You did as he said, now completely abandoned your earlier protests. He was just too good, it’s impossible to deny him anymore. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to hug him, touch him, you wanted him to be inside of you. Your eyelashes fluttered as your kids covered your needy eyes, finally nearing your limit. “Scara-“

“I’ll stop there today, see you next class.” Your eyes opened quickly. Everyone was getting up and packing their things to leave the classroom. “Awe, too bad for you.” Wanderer pulled his fingers out and wiped them rudely on your clothes before he gathered his own things and stood. Your hands fumbled with the zipper and button of your pants before you stood with him, eyes narrowing with disappointment. “You better finish what you started… asshole.” A chuckle sounded from the indigo haired man, his dark lavender eyes turning back to stare at you with amusement. “Hah? Since when are you the one to order me around?” You pouted and grabbed your books, holding them tightly against your chest trying to rid yourself of the feeling of your ruined orgasm. He rolled his eyes at your pouting face before breathing out a sexy laugh. “Awe, don’t worry your pretty little head. Just wait till we get home…”

“…I’ll ravage you until you break.”

Got a thirst? Lemme know! I love imagining Scara/Wanderer in sexy situations~ hehe, fluff is always welcome too. Dis man is gonna be the death of me one day I swear 😍💜

-WX

#scarabae #scaranation #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer as a scholar #genshin smut #genshin wanderer #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #adventures with Scaramouche and Wanderer

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 11 months ago

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

thank you for tagging me @lingy910y

name: gigi

age: 24

location: BKYN

we're going on a trip!

where are we going? a part of me wants to say somewhere getting real fun snow after getting a few bullshit flakes this week but lets get some sun, enjoy architectural wonders and eat very, very well in CUBA 🇨🇺

what's the weather like there right now? in the mid 70's

are you an over-packer or a light packer? i am a mild overpacker, i generally do a good job of keeping it light but i cant resist throwing in that extra dress etc. (the real problem is that my closet is overstuffed)

are we taking a plane or a train? i loooove trains more than the normal amount but alas, we have to fly

early morning departure or overnight trip? early morning departure on short flight like this i want it to still be daylight when we get ther

what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? getting in the mood with some jazz

we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin'? we're going to a place with beautiful coffee, neither

we've made it to the transportation place! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late?

we are roughly 2 hours early and im still going to ber nervous about missing the flight

are you taking the window seat or aisle seat? i usually like the window seat

we're settle in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? i watch movies through the whole flight, dont even bother with anything else

what are you reading/watching? mmm i really want to watch a bronx tale, so ill download that, but honestly on long flights ill ipad baby myself and watch whatever easily watchable movies they have to keep myself entertained

are you using wireless or wired headphones? wireless + noise canceling

are you going to take a nap or stay awake? oh to be relaxed enough to fall asleep on a plane! when i fly i am literally paralyzed with fear and anxiety, and will make it all of your guys problem too :) would be nice though

do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? i usually buy a bag of peanut m&ms to reward myself for being good on flights, like all adults I assume

we're arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? were dropping our shit off, then going to eat some Ajiaco Cubano, then the beach, then eating Ropa vieja, visiting the unfinished national arts school of cuba (pictured below), then maybe finding some drinks and live music at night rinse and repeat

finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done!

a cup of cuban coffee and some cookies

where are we going next? @hazeisblue @iansw0rld @rainbowbri @sweetperversiongirl @ryantryinx

#tag game #sgt says #Spotify

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somerando9776 · 4 months ago

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Am i okay because srsly i stayed up late on tumblr and reddit and like. now im thinking about T4T alicia × javier. like what.

Idk this (⬆️)is where they be bonding like lloyd goes uh no thx i hav javier and u (alicia) so i dont need a wife but if i fall in luv ill marry that person.

And from reddit we got some of that T4T inspo

And from here was the entire idea of alicia × javier(⬇️)

like yh my au/idea is kinda different from this one but the entire idea of shipping them comes from here. like instead of the war and stuff they start bonding cuz of lloyd. and idk why i was like mmm T4T but ok brain. who here thinks this is like. me going crazy cuz im pretty sure this aint normal. anyway imma go eep(hopefully)

#the greatest estate designer #the greatest estate developer #t4t #alicia termina magentano(tged)#alicia magentano #javier asrahan(tged)#alijavi #pls send help #lloyd frontera #like 😭😭😭

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cyanlastride · 4 months ago

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i dont want to be alone right now.

okay. youre not. just focus on me.

i feel like im barely holding it together. theres so much--

stop. focus on me.

your future problems are not immediate. we will handle them together. first we have to handle today.

and tomorrow.

tomorrow comes tomorrow. theres nothing else to do tonight. focus on me. breathe. live tonight.

dont think about anyone or anything else. just me. just this moment.

you remember this. this is familiar. youve done this a million times. fuck, you were punched here and brushed it off like nothing. got a cool story out of it. a good memory. remember her compliment? that is the person you are tonight. nothing phases you. you are brave. you are compassionate. you had to call the police! that was the most stressful part of the whole thing, but you handled it! you are strong. when it counts, you are the strongest person i know. thats good. breathe easy. the moon is beautiful tonight, isnt it?

i wonder how she would react if she knew i would live off her words in that moment?

i think she probably knew. and i also think it was genuine. thats what she got from it. nice people know how strong being nice can be.

yeah, probably.

youre not a nice person. you put on a good show, but we both know im the nice one. but you know what you are? youre the strong one. you take after her more than you know.

mm.

its okay to rely on her. but you can rely on yourself, too. youre all in this together. and ill be here too, for you.

i really do love you. we started here, right?

basically. i was around before, but here was when you started listening.

im sorry i didnt start listening sooner.

its okay. honestly, you werent ready. too focused on being normal. needing to be normal.

yeah, i guess i dont really worry about that anymore, huh?

you dont even think about it. we still hide me, but thats more out of habit and my own nervousness than anything.

i wonder what they would think?

of me? mmm. id need booze. a fair amount. about as much as when she was willing to talk to you.

hm. that might happen.

i doubt it. not happening at mels, for sure, and i dont think sunday is happening at all.

so much drama!

so much.

... is everyone like this?

yeah, i think so. its pretty rare for people to genuinely get along. always compromises. always rough edges.

gaps exist for a reason.

yup.

oh god. whats going to happen after this?

... im going to be honest here. cherish tomorrow. sleep well tonight, and live your best tomorrow. it might be an ending.

okay.

are you okay?

yes. i knew this was coming eventually. leave the club better than i found it. im finally giving back.

see? i knew you were strong.

thank you.

ill be with you tomorrow, okay? im not going anywhere but by your side. remember to trust them.

ive got this.

there ya go. <3

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 6 months ago

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I miss writting. I miss writting with my SOUL.

But my mom messed up and now I cant use my pendrive, and there is where I had EVERYTHING. 2018 kpop angst? (I wrote it as a gift for a friend in honest to god my dad's WhatsApp, then got addicted to EXO-M ) there. 2019-2020 Marvel's Avengers fics? Also there. (I never finished those, now that I Think about it.) My Sonic works? There!!! And I had finally!!!! (After, what? 1,2 years? ) Gone somewhere with care for you! And the fourth chapter of Sucker for You with more María and Vector was making an appearance too and I was writting a piece in the Sonic Boom universe and sksmkdlsks I could scream.

I dont have a personal computer, nor laptop, and my Phone is somewhat of a New possesion, close to a year since I own it? I dont understand it at a 100% but im getting there. But I know that I wouldnt be able to write comfortably on it, and that whoever does write on their phone has my most honest admiration and uttermost respect. And since I spend my time between my Mom's and Then my Dad's place, (It was even worse when my Stepfather lived, may his soul rest in peace.) I used to always carry my notebook and also my pendrive, but since my mom doesnt have one, I said yes to lending it to her. But now its full of virus and has been for months and im quite sad to be honest. She said something about a friend that could fix it but that means money i dont have, and I dont even know if they will be able to save the progress of what I was doing. Dndkdndkdkd im sad.

Screaming into the void rightNow

I have yet to Check my dad laptop to see if I have a save there but it will probably be old dkdmdlldldldldld also it means asking for his laptop and that is something I havent done since years probably...

Mmm anyway. I really feel like cursing Maduro but i dont think thats even an helpful coping mechanism... Ill save it for the disaster of elections looming over this year. May God have mercy on us.

TLDR; I miss writing. Someday ill go back to this. My works arent abandoned Im just going through some hard-ish times.

#hdb rants #settle down #sucker for you #life is a bad joke

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elifalvey · 9 months ago

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“Mmm, yeah, I’m choosing not to answer that.”

God help Elijah if he did, the obviously rhetorical question posed by his sister dangling in front of him like a baited hook. There were too many times in their childhood where he took that bait, told Cynthia the exact opposite of what she would have wanted to hear in the name of being honest, only to have it bite him in the ass when she reacted — usually stomping off to her room to slam the wooden door shut, ever dramatic in how she would ignore him until he brought her favorite peace offering.

They were much, much older now — and he didn’t necessarily have to worry about being shunned by his baby sister because he told her that her teenage boyfriend might not have been the best guy in town — but it was safe to say that he learned his lesson. Sometimes, it was just better to not play into it. Even when the perfect opportunity was right there.

“Ah, I see. Standards was out so you lowered yours? Listen,” he subtly mocked her tone of voice with a disapproving shake of his head. “There’s no way in hell that disgusting thing is worse than grape.”

He wasn’t the biggest fan of the flavor either, so perhaps it was a bit hypocritical to judge. It was his least favorite beside the monstrosity that was cherry (which, without fail, reminded him of the medicine that’d get shoved down their throats when they were ill), but he could appreciate it for what it was, at least. He’d gotten stuck with eating it far too often, on account of her refusal to even go near it as well as her aptitude for plucking his preferred choice right from underneath him, every single time, so how could he not?

His hands flew up as if to say, ‘Well, excuuuuse me,’ though he leaned down to meet her in the middle with an extended cheek, appreciating the gesture even if it came at the cost of a shove to his shoulder. He stuck his elbow out in a lazy attempt to check her, or at the very least make her stumble off balance and trip over the tiny step into the foyer. “Have I? No, I haven't. But I did assume that your favorite brother was loved unconditionally — which must be on me, my bad.”

He rolled his eyes as he followed her inside, making sure the sliding door was shut behind him before he gestured towards the makeshift nursery where his daughter was napping. “Alright, then, if you're so sure about that . . .”

He put on a mask of confidence, knowing full well that the reality would likely be extremely different. Rhiannon was generally a happy baby, despite her current phase of teething grouchiness, but even more so in the presence of her aunt and uncles. Almost like she knew it’d drive her father crazy, when he claimed one thing and she proved the opposite. “Go on, go ahead and get your princess.”

( @cynthiafalvey )

"Shut up!"

It's tossed out in unison with Eli's own retort. Ever predictable, his go to response when he couldn't think of a more creative comeback fast enough. With four incredibly quick witted Falvey children, all with a penchant for speaking over each other in increasing volumes when together, one upping one another at a lightning speed, sometimes it was simply about just getting a last word in, never mind what it actually was.

Of course, even it only being the two of them then, she couldn't just let him have it so easily.

There's half a moment that Cynthia all but holds her breath waiting for their mother to make an appearance out the door with a reprimand for their choice words. Shut up and all it's variations were practically Erica Falvey's personal Bat-Signal, but when her alter ego (dubbed affectionally as the Vibe Killer™ for her affinity to ruin even the most lighthearted of ribbings) didn't come to her perceived rescue, she allowed herself a shared grin with Elijah.

"Noted." She didn't have to be told twice. She'd more than learned her lesson as to not linger in the kitchen where their dad was concerned, lest they wanted a repeat of the overcooked scallop fiasco of last October.

(In her defense, their dad's instructions had been to watch them in the pan, which she had! Just that Cynthia had apparently watched them overcook. She still remained that he could've been more specific.)

"Don't I always?" She asked with raised brows, in a tone that suggested she was not looking for an actual response.

There was something just slightly off about watching Eli take a drag from the neon pink plastic, not too unlike a dog wearing a sweater. Separately, each part of the equation made perfect sense, but the combination of them together would have you taking pause. Similar, it seemed, to how he felt about Cynthia's choice in flavors.

"Oh, are you, E? Are you concerned?" She plucked it from his fingers, taking one last (admittedly not the most pleasant) drag of her own from it before stashing it back in her pocket. Her nose scrunched as she exhaled. "Listen, I usually get Strawberry Piña Colada, but Standards was out. It was this or grape."

And Hell would sooner freeze over than Cynthia Falvey would ever willingly choose an artificially grape flavored anything, so the strawberry donut monstrosity it was.

"Have you, I don't know, ever considered that maybe I would love you a little more if you didn't say shit like of my loins?"

Her eyes rolled, but a hand reached out to affectionally pat at his cheek, leverage for the brief peck against the other...and also for the gentle shove that followed as she moved past Eli to open the front door.

"My perfect princess Rhia, grouchy? Never."

@elifalvey

#INTERACTIONS.#ft. cynthia

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andreafmn · 2 years ago

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Collision - Chapter 10

Word Count: 4.1K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 10/?

A/N: so, I've been quite sick and had some flare-ups but I was able to squeeze this out and I'm working on some chapters for my other stories. This is just pure domestic fluff, where Carlisle takes care of a sick reader. It's just completely heartwarming. And some interactions with lovely Esme.

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Chapter 10

The time spent apart had soon been forgotten by Carlisle and (Y/N). They resumed their relationship as if those two weeks had never occurred – the only reminder were the slowly healing scars forming on her forearm. The greatest difference was that (Y/N)’s curiosity for the supernatural had been pricked. She had become overly interested in the world her boyfriend and her brother were a part of.

In reality, she felt she needed all intel available to her regarding the life she could partake in on a future date. Rosalie’s words marinated in her head constantly. As much as she loved Carlisle, she was young, and – although she hadn’t given it much thought in the past – (Y/N) wasn’t sure she could grieve a future she could still have. The question that seemed to trample over all others: was her love for Carlisle stronger than her desire for an unknown future?

Most days she pushed her questions down, choosing to spend her time with Carlisle enjoying the present moment.

The pair were laying on the bed Carlisle had bought recently. The pitter-patter of the rain against the window was working to work the human girl to sleep, the circles he was drawing on her back only adding to the feeling.

“It’s weird that you don’t sleep,” she mumbled. (Y/N)’s eyes were growing heavier as she talked, her blinking getting slower by the second. “What do you do at night?”

“Well, normally I would read or catch up on cases from the hospital,” he started. “Now I, I still read, but I also enjoy listening to your heartbeat as I do.”

“You watch me sleep?”

“Sometimes,” Carlisle confessed with a smile. “Mostly I just like to listen to your heartbeat, your steady breathing, and the sporadic nonsense you mutter at times. It’s… calming.”

“I talk in my sleep?” I giggled. “It’s the first time anyone has said anything. What do I say?”

“Not much, darling. It truly is just nonsensical mutterings.”

“Mmm,” she muttered. Her eyes had fluttered close, her breathing slowing and evening out.

It had been a tiring day for the both of them, more (Y/N) than Carlisle. The emergency room had run rampant with flu and cold cases, allergy season running its hand through the town. As back-to-school slowly commenced, contagious illnesses were being passed around like a one-dollar bill. Case after case had trickled into the white walls of the hospital, filling the air with coughs and sniffles. The only time (Y/N) had gotten a break was for a twenty-minute lunch Carlisle had joined her on.

(Y/N)’s feet were tired, her back was sore, and, if she was honest, her throat was feeling a bit scratchy. The last thing she wanted was to be sick but working at a hospital there was always going to be a high probability of contracting any illness. Even if she took all precautions, the stats just weren’t on her side.

“Good night, (Y/N),” Carlisle whispered to (Y/N)’s sleeping body. He slipped out of the bed, pulling the white sheets to keep her body covered. “I love you.”

At nights, Carlisle would often sneak out of bed. Since he did not need sleep, staying in the room was useless. He preferred utilizing the hours of the night to catch up on the never-ending files from the hospital or going down his endless list of books to read. Passing the time with mindless activities was something he was masterly adept at.

Sometimes he’d sit in front of the fireplace in his office and imagine a life he could’ve had. He would let his gaze blur on the flames as his brain concocted images of an alternate universe in which he was still human; where he could be the age he actually was and age as time went on; where he met (Y/N) as a just-out-of-school doctor, maybe they’d even meet in med school; where (Y/N) and he would have a long and beautiful relationship together; where they got married; where they had a couple of kids; where they grew old together, happily.

Carlisle had long ago desisted of his mortal life. He’d grown comfortable in the life he had built for himself. He had convinced himself that the little family he had was enough, that they would always be enough. Taking care of the kids alongside Esme as his platonic partner was enough. But meeting (Y/N) had him reminiscing on the times when he was sure his life was temporary.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Esme peaked her head through the big doors of Carlisle’s office, breaking the man out of his daze. “Everything okay, Carlisle?”

“Oh, Esme,” Carlisle spoke, surprisingly startled. “I was just thinking.”

“I could tell,” she chuckled. Rounding his desk, she took a seat on the armchair next to Carlisle’s. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Carlisle.”

“What am I doing, Esme?”

“In what context?”

“With (Y/N). What am I doing with (Y/N)?” He sighed, running his hands across his face to wipe away any sign of frustration. “I don’t know how Edward can do this.”

“Carlisle…”

“I’m giving her a life sentence, robbing her of her time as we meander in this relationship, no certainty in sight. She deserves better than that… better than me.” Carlisle paused for a second, taking a breath he didn’t need. His mind was working a million miles a second, reeling any and all possible scenarios. “I’ve been thinking about what life could have been had I never been bitten, had life continued on its designated path.”

“You would be long gone by now.”

“I would have married, probably would’ve had a bunch of kids, grown old.”

“But you would have never met (Y/N). Or any of us for that matter,” Esme smiled. “It has never done us any good to dwell on unreachable futures. Our lives may not look like what we imagined, but they became what they should have. We created our own family. You gave us another shot at life. Albeit a different kind of life, but a good one nonetheless.”

Esme reached across the space between them and laid a comforting hand on his forearm. She understood what he was feeling, the guilt he still carried for turning the family into immortal creatures that fed on blood. But – even if some would not have chosen it – he had given them the chance at a new life, away from the hardships and turmoil of their past one.

“Look, Carlisle, unlike any of us, whatever happens afterward will be (Y/N)’s decision. Ultimately, she will be the one that chooses this life or her humanity. Burdening yourself with something in which you won’t have a choice in the matter is not healthy.” She spoke in that motherly tone that was peculiar to her. Honey-laced words could calm the strongest storm. “Enjoy whatever time you have together. She knows already what you are, what she can become, but she’s chosen to continue alongside you. If there’s anything you have enough of, that is time. Enjoy yourself with what you have now and unburden yourself from the weight of the future.”

“I wish it were that easy, Esme.” He slumped back onto the chair, letting his head hit the back. Carlisle stared at the ceiling in his office, looking for something – an answer, maybe. “I will try.”

“Just promise you won’t lose sight of what’s right in front of you because you’re too busy dwelling on things unknown.” After a few moments of silence, Esme spoke once more. “On a lighter note, Edward wants to throw Bella a birthday party. It’s in three weeks.”

As the conversation shifted, words spilled out of their mouths without much thought. They rambled on talking about nothing, filling the time with sounds. There was always something new to talk about, even after so much time. The nonsensical ramblings were able to fill enough time to see the sun start peeking through the trees, announcing the coming of morning.

Carlisle excused himself, wanting to be there when (Y/N) woke up. He sauntered up the sleek stairs, his heels clicking against the smooth floor. He made his way to his room, knocking on the kids’ doors to make sure they were ready for school. The doctor smiled at the human feeling of “waking up” the teenagers he cared for to make sure they fit into their student façade perfectly. Even if they didn’t need the reminder, he liked doing it.

When he entered his room, he was surprised to find the bed empty. The sheets were mangled on the floor and the dent in the mattress from her body was still there. He opened his ears in search of her heartbeat, following the frenzied sound to the connected bathroom.

Inside, (Y/N) was hunched over the toilet, clutching at the base for support. Her forehead glistened with droplets of sweat, the sound of her breathing staggered and sharp. Carlisle could smell the bile from the basin and the perspiration from her skin. She looked pale, a red tint on her face that had spread to her neck. She looked fragile, almost like she would break at any moment.

He ran toward her, kneeling in front of her body, checking for any visible injuries. Carlisle used a hand to pull her hair back, he used the other to caress her cheek. She leaned into the cold touch, needing the juxtaposition to the burning she felt from within. She hadn’t noticed tears falling from her eyes until Carlisle wiped them away, every touch a painful yet welcoming sensation.

“I think I may have contracted the flu,” she choked out with a small chuckle. Even talking was unbearable. “I don’t feel too good.”

“Oh, darling,” he cooed. He rubbed circles on her back as she emptied whatever contents were left in her stomach.

“Please stay,” she whimpered. (Y/N) knew he had an early shift today, they both did. But she knew she couldn’t go into work with her severe symptoms, and she didn’t want to be by herself. “I-I don’t want to be alone.’

“Of course, my love. I could never dream of leaving with you like this,” he smiled. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I am going to run you a bath, to hopefully get this fever down. Then, we’re going to get some food into you to start you on some oseltamivir every four hours. And we’re gonna stay in bed all day. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. I should call my mom though, let her know I won’t be home in a few days,” she groaned. “I don’t want her or anyone getting sick.”

“I could call her,” Carlisle offered. (Y/N) simply nodded, too weak to speak. “Okay, honey, come on.”

He started filling the tub with lukewarm water for (Y/N) to sink into. He sprinkled some Epsom salt onto the water, running his hand to dissolve the soaks. Once the tub was filled, Carlisle helped (Y/N) to her feet. Her legs trembled under her, too weak to hold her body. He helped unclothe her, softly reaching for the hem of the massive t-shirt she was wearing.

That was the first time he’d seen her bare body. It hadn’t been the either of them had imagined they would, but no arousal clouded their minds. It was a moment of vulnerability and care. Carlisle’s main priority was (Y/N)’s health. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t committed to his brain the image of her body – her soft skin, the curvature of her waist, the mounds of her breasts.

“Come on, darling. One leg at a time,” he instructed. He held onto her waist as her legs raised, one after the other. Her overheated arms held onto Carlisle’s as she slid her body down into the water. “Alright, my love. Call me once the water turns cold to get you out, okay?”

“Wait, Carlisle.”

“Yes?”

“Would you, um, get in with me?” (Y/N) could feel the heat rush to her face. She wasn’t sure why she had asked him to stay but knew she didn’t want to be by herself. “Please.”

Carlisle smiled as he turned back into the bathroom. He bared himself for the first time in front of her and quickly stepped into the water behind her. The tub was enormous, perfectly fitting both their bodies with room to spare. (Y/N) gravitated toward him, pressing her back to his frozen chest. She let out a sigh of relief after feeling his temperature, easing the ache her body was experiencing. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her softly to his body. That was a new level of intimacy they’d yet to experience, but it was comfortable – just felt right.

A strong ray of sunshine had seeped into the room, beaming strongly through the big windows of the bathroom. (Y/N) followed the gleam as it landed on one of Carlisle’s arms, making the skin sparkle in the light. She hadn’t seen his skin in the sun yet, not sure what to expect when she did. She’d wanted to laugh when he first confessed why he and his family avoided the sun, the image of a sparkly Carlisle filling her brain.

But this was different. He wasn’t covered in chunky body glitter as she had imagined, he looked beautiful. The view almost felt ethereal. She ran her finger over the porcelain smooth skin, watching as the sparkling ceases when her finger covered it but would shine out as soon as it was uncovered.

“Having fun there, darling?” He chuckled.

“It’s beautiful – you’re beautiful,” she smiled. “I could have never imagined what it would truly look like. This is nowhere near what I had thought of.”

“You believe so?”

“It’s mesmerizing, really.” Carlisle shifted slightly, his torso and face now in contact with the sun, and (Y/N) stared at how the sparkles spread farther onto his skin. Her hand trailed up his arm and landed on his face. Her fingers traced his facial features, admiring the glimmer of his dermis. She ghosted over his jaw, his cheekbones, his temple, his eyelashes, his nose, his lips. (Y/N) was completely enthralled by the vision the man in front of her was. “I love you; you know? And I’m so glad you’re in my life, Carlisle. Regardless of everything that happened before. I am irrevocably in love with you.”

The Cullen man smiled at his partner, gingerly placing a finger on her chin, pulling her lips to his. The kiss was soft, tender, and passionate. “I love you too, (Y/N) Uley,” he said. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms until the water started turning cold. Carlisle exited the tub first, wrapping a robe around himself before scooping (Y/N) out and wrapping her in a towel. He sat her on the vanity whilst he searched his drawers for a light sweater to accompany some sweatpants and the underwear he pulled from her overnight bag. He then dried her body before helping her get dressed in the clothing he’d picked out.

He'd called out to Esme in the brief seconds he was looking for the clothes, asking her to prepare some food for (Y/N). To which she delightfully agreed. The smell of food quickly thereafter inundated his nostrils, beaconing the pair to the kitchen.

Esme had indeed started crafting up a big pot of the classic chicken noodle soup, gifting the couple with a warm smile when they walked into the massive room. Carlisle helped (Y/N) onto the island before excusing himself to call his girlfriend's mom.

He wasn’t sure about the formalities of speaking to your partner’s parent when they have no idea that they are in a relationship. But he was an expert at fashioning believable fallacies. He’d gone centuries doing so.

“(Y/N), honey. Are you okay?” Allison Uley’s voice rang through the phone with a worried tone. “I thought you were coming home today.”

“Actually, Mrs. Uley, this is Carlisle Cullen.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed, surprised. “Dr. Cullen, is everything okay with (Y/N)?”

“Well, unfortunately, (Y/N) did contract the flu from her shift yesterday at the hospital. Though she took the necessary precautions, it seems she still caught it,” he explained. He’d easily shifted to his doctor persona, conversing as if with a patient’s family member. “She’s decided to stay in isolation until everything is out of her system to avoid spreading the virus any further. It should take no more than a week for her to be back to 100%.”

“Well, can’t she come home? I can take care of her here. I wouldn’t want her to be alone through this.”

“No need to worry, Mrs. Uley. I have an empty home this week – the kids have gone away to visit some family members – and I’ve arranged a room for her. I’ve already been in contact with flu patients and have been taking extra precautions to combat the sickness.”

“Oh, Dr. Cullen, that’s not necessary. I wouldn’t want to put you out like that.”

“It really is no trouble. It will also be easier to monitor her symptoms just in case they worsen, though I’m sure they won’t,” he persisted. “I promise she will be well taken care of. No need to worry, Mrs. Uley. (Y/N) will be back home in no time.”

“I don’t know how I can thank you, doctor. You have been so attentive toward my daughter, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you,” Allison exclaimed. She suspected that the doctor had been the person to sneak their way into her daughter’s heart. (Y/N) would divide the majority of her time between home and the hospital, and whatever free time she invested it in Forks. Allison hadn’t built the courage to ask her daughter what person had her acting giddy around the house, but that did not halt the theories to flood her mind. “Truly, Dr. Cullen. You have no idea how thankful I am that you are in my daughter’s life.”

“I could say the same,” he chuckled. “And thank you for trusting me with her health. I promise she’ll come back home better than ever.”

“I have no doubt about that,” she beamed. “Please keep me posted on her condition. I know I’ll be worried nonstop about her.”

“Rest assured you will receive constant updates about (Y/N),” Carlisle smiled. “Take care, Mrs. Uley. Have a good day.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cullen. Goodbye.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Esme and (Y/N) engaged in chit-chat. There wasn’t much to say, but they were still able to maintain a fluid conversation.

“You make him really happy,” Esme commented. “I’ve spent so many years by his side, and I’ve never seen happiness like this on him.”

“Well, he makes me happy too,” (Y/N) smiled, tiredly. “He’s just such a peculiar being. I never thought I’d cross paths with someone like him.”

“You really love him, huh?” Esme looked up through her eyelashes, giving (Y/N) a warm smile.

“Under my understanding of what love is, I can confidently say yes.”

“You’re both the same type of perplexing; practically cut from the same cloth,” she chuckled. “I’m so glad you guys found each other when you did. It was about time he found someone.”

“Did you ever, um,” (Y/N) stuttered. She scratched the back of her neck, avoiding Esme’s gaze. “Did you ever, you know…”

“Love him?” (Y/N) nodded. “Never in a romantic way. I love him because he is my family and took me in when I had no one. But he’s not really my type, if you get what I’m saying.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed. It took her a moment to understand what Esme spoke. But looking at the woman once more, realization dawned on her. “Oh!”

“Yeah,” Esme laughed. “I know people in town talk. They assume we’re together because we’re caring for all these kids. And as much as it bothers me, I much prefer they gossip about our love lives than have them find out what we really are.”

“I get that,” the Uley girl chuckled.

(Y/N) chewed on the insides of her mouth, a question threatening to spill from her tongue. She took a sip from her water, drowning her thoughts in the glass. Getting up close and personal with people was still such a foreign concept to the girl.

“You look like you want to ask something,” the brunette interjected before (Y/N) affirmed with a nod. “Go ahead.”

“Do you ever regret being turned into a vampire?” (Y/N) asked sheepishly. “Like, do you ever miss the things that made you a human?”

“It’s not that I don’t miss it. I do,” Esme started. “But I’ve stopped wishing for it. I have always been grateful to Carlisle for saving my life and I could never take for granted this second chance. Though I sometimes miss feeling tears running down my face, feeling my body heat up, stretching my lungs out as I take in a deep breath, I prefer being alive to whatever extent I can be.”

“But what about children?”

“Well,” Esme breathed deeply unnecessarily. “I actually lost a baby. It sort of became the reason Carlisle turned me.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Esme. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright, (Y/N),” she smiled. The poor girl’s face had flushed even stronger, and the vampire couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “I quickly realized that I wasn’t meant to be a mother the natural way, but I was blessed enough to still be a maternal figure to these kids. If it is meant to be, (Y/N), the universe finds a way.”

“But how will I know if I’m making the right decision?”

“(Y/N), darling, when the time comes, you’ll know. But you can’t trouble yourself right now with that.”

“It’s hard when it’s the only thing rolling around in my mind,” the girl sighed. “It’s like a dark cloud just following me everywhere I go, no matter how hard I try to drown those thoughts out.”

“I understand completely,” Esme smiled and extended a hand to drape over one of (Y/N)’s. “But, darling, if you focus too much on the future, you’ll miss everything that’s happening right in front of you. It’s the only thing you can do.”

“I’m a mess,” (Y/N) chuckled dryly.

“I’m completely confident that once you need to decide, you’ll choose the right thing for yourself, (Y/N),” she complimented. “For now, just revel in the fact that you’re together and you’re happy.”

“I’ll try,” the Uley girl smiled. “Thank you, Esme.”

“Any time, darling.” Esme was beaming. When they had first met, she could tell there was an air of jealousy surrounding the girl, not that she could blame (Y/N). She was just glad that (Y/N) was warming up to her and trusted her enough to ask for her opinion on such an important matter. “Now, let’s get this soup into you so you can take your medicine. Then, up to bed.”

Carlisle couldn’t help but smile at the scene he walked into. His best friend and the love of his life were idly chatting at the dining table, smiles sprawled on both their faces. (Y/N) sipped happily on a steaming bowl of soup and Esme watched as someone that was able to enjoy her cooking was doing so. (Y/N) fit into the puzzle the family was so perfectly that he could not see a future where she was not in it.

“Have I missed anything?” Carlisle sat at the table.

“Not much,” Esme laughed. “We’re just talking.”

“Anything I can know about?”

“Just girl stuff,” (Y/N) answered through giggles. “This soup hit the right spot, Esme. It was so good.”

“I’m glad I finally have someone I can cook for.”

Esme cleared away the empty bowl, sliding over a glass full of water for (Y/N) to down the medication Carlisle placed in her hand. In a couple of minutes, drowsiness started taking over the girl. (Y/N) fought strongly as her eyelids felt heavier than ever. But even the words she spoke fell on deaf ears.

“Why don’t we get you to bed, huh?” Carlisle prompted.

(Y/N) could only nod in answer. And with a laugh, Carlisle snaked his arms under her and carried her to the bed. She felt herself sink into the soft mattress, the blanket draping over her gingerly.

Through heavy eyelids and fluttering lashes, (Y/N) watched as Carlisle was leaving the room.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I want to leave you to rest, my love.”

“Stay,” she muttered. “Please.”

Carlisle turned swiftly on his feet and went back into the room. (Y/N) felt the bed sink and scooted toward the cold figure that had entered the bed. She rested her head against his chest and snuggled into him as his arms circled her body.

“Thank you, Carlisle,” she whispered out, her energy reaching empty rapidly.

“For what, my love?” he chuckled softly, placing a kiss on her head.

“For taking care of me,” she smiled. “For being here.”

“Nothing and no one could ever keep me from your side.”

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virgin-mojitos · 2 years ago

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STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 1

this was VERY fun to do and it made giggle a few times (dont tell anyone) here you go!

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

So in my opinion steven is one of those people who care about the company rather than the activity kind of person? Like we could be sitting silence reading and he’d be having a blast because its comfortable silene. Or we could go all out and creative and go to a pottery making date (yes this is peak creativity for me,im a very old fashioned coffee dates and fancy restaurants kind of gal. SUE ME!) and he would also have TONS of fun because he values the company and people he’s spending time with!

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Okay to be honest when I first read ‘BOO’ I was like ‘muahaha im gonna spook steven’ but then I finished reading and its about receiving and giving gift… ANYWAYS! Okay but about getting spooked, I feel like steven is just one of those people who get spooked easily. So okay imagine this, you’ve been living with steven for quite some time now (mmm like 4-5 months-ish) and hes doing something in the kitchen or reading or just sitting and staring into the void and you come quietly behind and just BARELY graze his shoulder and quietly say “steven..” he will get in attack mode im sorry. (like this) “ GAAaAh! WHA-? Oh gods you scared me” and he will clutch his boobs I means his pearls in fear and then laugh it off and ask you “what is it love? Did you need something?”

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

I guess it depends on every person and how they like to be comforted? Like me for example if im crying or having a bad day I just like to be left alone and ill come to you if or when im ready to talk. So with steven I think he would just be like a cat. Just lingering around me (with probably longing eyes) with a safe distance to give me space.

The other way around however, with steven I think he would love a shoulder to cry on or someone to hear him rant or ramble about why hes upset would be perfect. As he never had anyone to liste—nopE NOPE nevermind!

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

im sorry people but steven is not a good dancer, like AT ALL. But boy does he love to dance around the flat, like I don’t know if its his autism but he may dance his way to place (like going from the bathroom to bedroom etc) or he could be standing perfectly still and just start to dance out of nowhere (don’t worry steven im right with ya) ALSO! OF COURSE HE LOVES DANCING WITH YOU?? Come on now, by now we know steven watches a lot of rom coms so of course he spins you around in the kitchen in the morning after a night of sweet love making (was that cringe? Yea probably) while making breakfast.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

As we established, steven is very much on the autism spectrum so happy stims FOR DAYS! Jumping around, hand clapping, fist bumps you name it basically! And watch out for potential kisses all over your face especially when youre the reason of his excitement! Definitely do not think about steven picking you up and spinning you around your shared flat laughing his ass off, nope nope.

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

*loud gulp and body shiver* hmmm future? Married? KiDs? All very scary topics (to me) yes okay come on you know damn well he already thinks you’re the one when you greet gus the second (gus the first gone but never forgotton) with a smile when you first visit his place. Hes already thinking about the wedding venue when he puts himself down when he realizes that hes (cutely) rambling about his favorite myths and legands and you tell him “no no please continue, im genuinely interested. Besides you look very pretty talking about your interests wink wink�� (yes I do say wink wink in real life). And hes thinking about how he wants 2 kids with you when one day your in the park walking together and your playing on the swings and a spoiled brat comes to you telling you that its their swing and asking you to move, so you smile sweetly and look into that brats eyes and say “ I didn’t realize it had your name on it?”

--- THIS IS NOT ALL OF THE ALPHABET (obviously) if you want more just tell me! ---

i got the template here!

(part 2)

#steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #sfw alphabet #marvel #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant x reader fluff #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽. - 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷 𝓱𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼.

Inspire by miss o. rodrigos: all I want.

pt 2 to brutal:

Sour Masterlist:

you don't have to read that part, BUT it might clear some things up. but i also might do a 3rd part since, the ending is a cliffhanger not gonna lie lol

Warnings: swearing. actions aluding to sex.

Word Count:

I found a guy, told me I was a star

He held the door, held my hand in the dark

And he's perfect on paper but he's lying to my face

Does he think that I'm the kinda girl who needs to be saved?

After 2 months of going back and fourth with Quinn, and trying to figure out his feelings, I got nowwhere. I even brought in Ellen to help with the situation, but again- nothing. He was like me in a lot of ways, quiet, broody, impeccably stubborn and again- broody. Ellen couldn't get it out of him, hell I even bribed Luke with $100 in chipotle money to help me out, but nothing worked. I got sick and tired of waiting around, even after we 'fixed' our friendship. So I completly moved on with my life, moving from Plymoth to Chicago and started a new job within the summer. It was now october, and between last July to to now, I had found somebody who actually was all in.

I was on my way home from a late night at work, having been sucked into after work drinks, I called for the door of my apartment to be held open, instead of trying to grab my key. The stranger obliged, and he introduced himself to me on the elevator up. I then saw him again, a few days later grabbing a coffee from the lobby. I smiled at him, grabbing my own and he asked me to take the coffee to the rooftop, and I accepted.

And god, he is perfect. He was doing everything right. He was kind, a gentleman, sweet, funny, not afraid to show his emotions, and overall pefect. He wasn't afraid to show who he was, he was honest. Such a drastice differance from Quinn and the guy I had previously dated. Trevor was everything I was looking for in a guy and somehow got extremely lucky. And for once, I have somebody 'normal' in my life. Who has a set fucking schedule, and can make plans for two weeks out.

Now it was October, and I kinda have a funny feeling about him.

"I think he's talking behind my back." I confessed to a friend who I met through work. She froze, looked over and gave me her full and undivited attention. "I think he might be atleast just acting shady. Like, when he first met me I was a different person. Trying to get over Quinn once and for all, and having those three months were blissful. And like, when he met me I was almost over him. And now, I don't see Trevor as like a filler if you wanna call it that. I see him differently now, but I think he thinks im still fragile? Like im depressed and like ill always be depressed, but not that depressed. Y'know? He's perfect, but im not a damsel in distress. I don't need to be saved, by a guy no less. Quinn knew that, he didn't push me. Especially in our last conversation." I confessed and she nodded, comforting me. "I just want a good guy, somebody to love me unconditionally. somebody to always be there for me, and like I should be enough for myself. but somedays I don't think I am." I added and she wrapped her arms around me. Quinn reminded me in our last conversation, that I needed to be there for myself above all else.

[March 31st.]

"Are-are you leaving?" Quinn questioned walking into my air bnb. I had been staying in Vancouver since the end of Olympics pretty much. I had only spent five days in Detroit before heading up here. I was happy to be leaving, especially to leave the ever confusing Quinn Hughes. "Hmm mmm." I responded, shutting my suitcase. "Were you gonna tell me or just leave?" He questioned coming over to the bed, grabbing my hands to stop me from moving. This is the first time in years, he had held my hands like this. I froze, looking down at them and then back up to him. He let them go, and I sighed walking back out into the living room. He followed suit, and we sat on the couch across from one another. "I need to leave. I can't keep doing this. I need to move on with my life, Im leaving for Chicago." I confessed and he moved forward, trying to study me. "Can't keep doing what?" He asked, confused. I shook my head, "Quinn, if you hadn't noticed I've changed my flight three times since getting here. I have stayed, because I wanted to be around you. I wanted to be with you. Yet, you are still the ever confusing Quinn Hughes I fell for all those years ago. So with that, I just have to leave." I exclaimed. He looked at the floor, and I could see the gears turning a mile a minute. Trying to process what I had said and everything that had gone on this past month. I sniffled back some tears, and he whipped his head up to face me. He looked at me with a thoughtful look. "God, I really need to go." I said standing up. "Wait." He said softly grabbing my hand, and I turned back towards him. "I have to go Quinn, I need to be on my own for awhile. I need to find myself, and love myself away from skating." I said looking at the ground, before looking at him. He fought back tears, his jaw tighenting as he pushed some hair back behind my ear. His hazel eyes (i cant find his eye color lol) twinkling as I look at him, "Im sorry that Ive been distant this past month. I get it, and yes- I did see the way you acted, and I am sorry that I didn't show or tell you how I felt. But. I do think that you should figure out who you are away from the sport. I want you to learn to forgive yourself from regret and mistakes you think you made. I want you to learn to love yourself, more than ever, you need to. You need to be there for yourself, ok?" he questioned bring his hands to my face and I nodded, barely holding on to the tears that were going to pool out any second. He nodded, before pulling me in for a hug. I needed to leave.

[October]

I sat on the edge of my bed, debating if I wanted to even go to dinner with my friends. It was a much needed, fancy ass treat for us corporate gals. I sighed, pushing my brunette hair behind my shoulders and walking out to grab my bag. I walked out of my apartment, not before straighening my black dress that curved in the perfect spots, with black stilletos. My makeup and hair were done the way I loved it, so much different than competition makeup. I walked out, stopping by my boyfriends apartment on the ride down, to say goodnight. I knocked, waiting patiently for him to open the door. He opened it, smiling and pulling me inside. "Woah, you look gorgeous." he said taking my whole outfit in. I nodded, blushing. "Thankyou, Trev." I mused, giving him a quick peck. "Ill see you tomorrow morning, for brunch ok?" I said and he nodded, waving me off. "Be safe, let me know when you get home." He yelled as I walked out, while confirming I would.

I pulled up the the valet on the chicago river, thanking the valet as I walked past. I headed into the greek restaurant, my favorite, and made my way to the bar. The hostess nodding as I walked past, and then hearing, "How does she get to walk in? She's literally a nobody." I froze, walking back to the hostess and slipped her a twenty, for her troubles. I shook my head, and continued towards the bar and saw the familiar bartender and she nodded, already starting my drink. Let's just I come here a lot, and they know me pretty well now. Besides, I did tip very well when I did.

"Y/N!!!!" I heard behind me, and I smiled turning around to my friends. We all hugged, before they motioned towards our usual table and I nodded grabbing my martini and following them. We sat down, not bothering with the menus and started talking about our week. The four of us work for different companies and brands, so we understand one another for the most part but since we work in different fields, we always enjoy catching up with one another. It was nice for once, being able to be still and not have to worry about what I nedded to do next and what not.

"Okay, who the hell is staring at you?" Bella said pointing past me, as I sipped on my drink. I turned around in my seat, being so non chalant and quite frankly not caring. I noticed a tall blonde and cringed, that was elias. I internally yelled fuck, and moved on to who was staring at me. motherfucker Quinn. I swallowed, sighed and turned back around. "Do you know him?" Bella questioned and I nodded. "He's my ex from michigan who also happens to play in the nhl." I said swinging back the rest of my martini and taking in the bitterness. "Im getting something else, you need anything?" I questioned the girls and they shook the head no. I nodded, standing up and walking over towards the bar again. I smiled, asking for straight gin on ice. I sighed looking at the bar, and cursing the universe. I really didn't want to see him tonight. I began to walk back towards the bar, keeping my head looking straight on. Not wanting to see him or anybody in that group. Especially the dude, that made fuss about me walking in straight to the bar.

All I want is love that lasts

Is all I want too much to ask?

All I want is a good guy

Are my expectations far too high?

All I have is myself at the end of the day

But shouldn't that be enough for me?

I sat back down, digging into the veggie and hummus plate. "Ordererd you usual." Rosa confirmed, and I nodded thankfully. "So what's going in with you and Trev? The text you sent in the group chat, seemed off. Like unlike him." Alicia questioned, and I sighed. I sat back in my chair a bit, and shrugged. "I was explaining to my coworker Nina about it yesterday. Like, when he first met me- I was SO close to getting over Quinn for once and for all and so he saw me when I wasn't at my highest like I am now and he doesn't realize I am not as fragile as I was before. Well, not fragile but you know what I mean." I rambled, sipping some more of my drink. "But he seems so sweet! But like also, you aren't a damsel in distress. He shouldn't be at your beck and call like that, well he should be because your you but you know what I mean." Rosa respondeded and I nodded. "Like he's perfect on paper, but I don't need to be saved. I've already saved myself."

And there's one more boy, he's from my past

We fell in love but it didn't last

'Cause the second I figure it out he pushes me away

And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway

A little while later, we were back on me and my love life. "But seriously, I just want somebody that fits me and who I am. I don't want to be one foot in and one foot out. I want to be sure. And no I was never like that with my last boyfriend after Quinn. I didn't even wanna move in with him after three years. Am I aiming for something too high. Am I asking too much out of somebody or expecting too much?" I confessed, running a hand through my hair and sipping my drink. "NO!" Alicia said first, "No, you are not expecting too much. Don't you dare feel like you have to settle for somebody. Settle for somebody that isn't Quinn." She said, peeking at the other girl's reactions. She was right. I shook my head, sighing. "I can't have him, he's probably not available anymore. When I went for the weekend to my parents, they said that they had seen an extra girl hanging around the family when they went to the lake. They looked cute apparently, and like I can't hold out hope for him. Not anymore." I winced. Rosa shook her head, "But didn't he wait for you? Like didn't he not move on?" She questioned and I nodded. "But we aren't getting any younger, so he's probably moved on. Which is a good thing. We didn't stay together for a reason, who knows if we were just too young to keep it going or that he wasn't into me as I was. I can't fight for somebody who doesn't want it all. That one month with him, doesn't change anything. I won't fight for somebody who doesn't meet me in the middle. Who doesn't put in the energy or time or fucking words." I said, quite frankly done with the conversation. "Well, here's to us and our single lives forever!" Bella beamed clinking our glasses together. Shouldn't that be enough? Why do I have a heavy feeling in my stomach?

All of us headed out towards the valet, with mine coming up first. "Ill text you guys tomorrow for next week." I mused, handing money to the valet. I thanked them, and hopped in my car. I waited a second to pull out, because people were walking in front of me. I sighed, staring straight at them, hoping they would hurry up. I watched them as they finally moved past my car, and I drove off. My music started as I pulled off, heading back into the city. I decided I wanted to drive on lakeshore, so I made my way around the city so I could go past Navy Pier, heading back into the gold coast area.

God, seeing Quinn tonight has messed with my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him throughout dinner, honestly getting lost in my thoughts.Thoroughly, just sitting back at dinner and not saying much. The girls knew that seeing him, rattled me, I had explained to them a few months back when we all met at a Pilates class, about somebody from Michigan- never explicity saying his name, and how much he affected me. Constantly thinking over and over, what I did wrong, what he did wrong, and everyhting afterwards. We were just simply, young and dumb. But, the ever brooding man just couldn't escape my mind.

My phone dinged, signaling that somebody had texted me.

[Q: sorry didnt mean to stare at you. didn't know u were there till brock pointed you out. apparently he didn't recgonize you when you first walked in.]

[y/n: yep. called me a nobody which is fine, but the fucking entitlement to speak to a hostess like that was uncalled for.]

[Q: oh i know, as soon as i heard about that i def game him an earful. ]

[y/n: oh good. because, ellen would not enjoy hearing that you didn't do anything or that you contributed to it.]

[Q: oh god, dont remind me. but anywho, did you possibly want to meet up rn? i still have sometime before curfew...]

I sighed, bitting my lip. My finers strumming against the steering wheel as I drove past the lake, not taking in the view at all. Fuck, I wanted to see him.

[y/n: yeah, how about the soho house? we can speak in private.]

[Q: ill meet you there.]

I turned off the drive and made my way into the city, towards the west loop near the united center. As soon as I arrived, I pulled into the valet and headed inside grabbing a corner seat.

I sat down, rubbing my hands on my thighs, trying to brush away some guilt and anxiety. Stop, nothing more than friends seeing one another. Just for an hour, and then ill be in my bed. I got up, walking over towards the bar/coffee bar and ordering a decaf expresso. I'd need it.

Quinn walked in, looking around and looked adorable, looking at the somewhat bare cafe. I smiled, throwing him a hand as I walked back to my seat. Expresso in hand. "Hi." I said sitting down across from him. He smiled softly, as a waiter came over. "Ill have a decaf too." he said and the waiter went away.

Quinn stared at my hands, waiting for one of us to say something. I chuckled softly, rubbing my eyes. "How have you been Quinn? How is the season going so far?" I questioned sipping my drink. "It's good. I think this year will be good. And i've been doing great. Things have been looking up, you?" He questioned setting his drink down on the saucer. I nodded, "Its been great too. I love it here, I love my job, my group of girls. It's been amazing thus far. Ive even visted it my parents more than once." I mused and he smiled. "So you paid a visit to cruella huh?" He joked and I gigged. "Yes! I made sure to keep any and all dogs out of sight." I grinned, placing my cup to my lips before sipping. "Can I ask you a question, Q?" I questioned, gaging his response. He nodded unsurely, "Did you feel like coming after me? After I left? Did you have any doubt about how we left things?" I asked, unsure of the answer.

And I miss the days

When I was young and naive

He looked down at the table, before speaking. "I did. But, I knew you deserved better so I let you go. I knew that you needed to be here, and have a life away from skating, away from team usa, away from me. For once in your life." He stated. I shook my head, god I hate this boy sometimes. "What?" He questioned, softly grabbing my hand. I looked back up towards him, "How could you have been so blind? How didn't you see that you were everything I wanted back in 2018 and now? Why didn't you come after me or fight for me? Why didn't you protect me? Don't sit here and say for one minute that I need a life away from you and everyhting. When I already have! I've been living my life away from you, while I have been begging the universe to have you back in my life. I wanted you then, and I want you more than ever now. So don't say you weren't good for me, you were." I rasped, pulling my hand away. He could see the tears forming in my eyes and drew a shaky breath. "But we were young-" I cut him off, "Yes. We were young and naive. God, I miss those days when everyhting was new and sudden and innocent. Because, atleast I had you." I rasped, sitting up and grabbing my bag. By now the whole room had cleared, plus the bartender. Quinn grabbed my arm softly, to stop me. I looked down at it, before looking up at him.

He was now standing in front of me, and all I wanted to do was grab ahold of him in fear, he would disappear.

"I miss those days too, more than you know." he softly spoke, before doing what I had wanted him to do for so long. He kissed me with urgency, bringing us closer together. I wrapper my arms around his neck and smiled into it. I wanted him, and only him.

We broke apart, gathering our breaths. "I don't want you to leave." I murmured. He hummed in agreemant, before taking my hand and walking us out into the hotel lobby. "Wait - what are you doing?" I asked Quinn as he walked us up to the front desk. "Good evening, can we get a room for two for tonight?" Quinn asked, and the front desk lady could tell I was confused. She smiled softly, reaching for a room key and Quinn settled the rest.

We took the elevator up, not being able to be more than six feet apart. He kissed my neck, causing me to giggle. "Woah there huggy, how much did you have to drink?" I grinned, pulling him off the elevator and to our room.

We walked into our room, immediately pulling off our shoes and his jacket. I paused for a second, pulling at my zipper, which started coming undone instantly. I then felt his warm hands, move my hand so he could pull it the rest of the way down. Hands softly pulled my dress off, and I stepped out of it. I turned around and grinned, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he worked on his pants. We were two teenagers in love. Running from the wolves. High on adrenaline, alcohol and the act of sneaking around.

He pulled me in, walking us back towards the bed and I giggled as he pushed us onto it. I turned over onto my side, so I could straddle him. I placed my hands on his chest, and held them there for a second to take in this moment. This moment, we had been waiting for for years. It was actually happening again.

"You ok?" He asked tracing a soft hand on my thigh, making me feel even more comfortable. I nodded smiling, before reconnecting our lips.

It was the following morning, as I laid in the hotel room alone, where I couldn't help but feel on cloud 9. Quinn had left an hour after we slept together, and he told me to keep the room for the night. He told me that he wanted to see me again before he left this afternoon, but I wasn't sure with my brunch plans, if that would work. If not, I told him i'd be in Michigan when the Canucks came to play Detroit, becauseI know Ellen would hate for me to miss it. He smiled, giving me many kisses before he went off into the night.

I wanted all of it. I wanted him, share his life's biggest moments, his life up in Vancouver. I wanted everything with him, and from what he said last night after everything, made it seem like he wanted me there too. He wanted me, again- as if he never wanted me. He promised, me this time he would communicate more, he would show me that he wanted me and he would defend me when the situation presented itself. He wouldn't leave me high and dry.

But I know every chapter must end, for a new one to begin. Yet, this life is so unpredicatable. This story that I have created, is not perfect, and it never will be. But I know, that the best is yet to come. I can close my eyes, and see the life I want and the best part of my story is about to begin. The thrill that is new, exciting and going to take my breath away. You never know.

KIND of alluding to Oliva Rodrigos latest song from her disney show: You Never Know. buttttttt. I hope you guys enjoyed, please reblog and like. :)

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