#Sabrina said it best. Short n' Sweet

[southernbellewrites]

In the Purple Meadow

Elias loves two things, you and the stars.

A/N: Taking a break from my husband Wolfe to write a lil' somethin' short for Elias :3

The morning air was damp and held a bitter bite of cold. You and Elias had been laying in the meadow admiring the stars all night in the purple field of flowers. His hand encased yours warmly, clutching your fingers like pearls he’d just grabbed up from the ocean floor. Your eyes were shut, wistfully lulled into a lavender-scented dreamland. Elias, wide awake, was watching you dwell in your swirling slumber.

You were the thing he missed most during his time in the jungle. Elias was skilled at adapting, to his surroundings, to the people of his platoon, and to the inhumane acts he was forced to carry out day to day, but the one thing he had the hardest time adapting to was life without you.

You were the ghost that lived inside of him while he was away, constantly encompassing his every thought. Like a virus that silently infected his body, you were everything to him. You kept him going.

He would hold the picture of you he pocketed from your bedroom before he left. He would think about the cameras that would follow him through the jungle and hoped that you were one of the few who weren’t watching him on the newscasts morph into a monster, but he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

He looked at the curves of your face as the two of you lay in the cool morning grass. He didn’t know how he did it, being away from you for so long. His eyes trained down to your chest, it moved up and down completely in sync with his. You couldn’t notice, but he did.

The jungle makes perceivers out of men who usually weren’t. The war was made of tiny intricacies that could quite literally cost them their life. Elias became very well acquainted with the “small things” that left a sour taste on his tongue.

The way you unknowingly presented the tiniest form of connection, made his heart swell with pride. Frequently he was transported back to the time when he didn’t know if he’d ever get a moment like this again, even if he made it back home. He was stained no doubt. Like a burgundy wine on a handkerchief he’d use to wipe his tears, he was stained. As he began to be slowly and painfully yanked back into the jungle of his mind, you stirred.

“Elias...?” Your eyes slowly opened, the color of your pupils lighting back into his own. He pulled you into an embrace, his skin was warm contrasted with the dewy environment. “Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Elias rasped. He smiled a mellow smile. “Have we been out here all night?” You asked with a sleepy yawn. He ran his fingers down your back, the warm pads brushing up against your skin gently. “We’ve been out here just enough time for me to love on you right.” He kissed your cheek; a light pink painted them. “The stars are brighter in the morning sky you know,” you said as your eyes adjusted to the sky. “Yeah, they are,” Elias whispered against your ear, “They always are.”

The two of you looked at each other with an intense amount of admiration. Your faces relax with peace and comfort in each other's presence. Elias cupped your face with his rough fingers, bringing you into a sweet kiss that felt like all the sweet parts of the morning. You pulled back, giggling softly then nesting your head into the crook of Elias’ neck. He spoke softly, “You’re my morning star, ya know.”

[xanothersideblogx]

On the off chance that all of this does not, in fact, work out, I think I'll go chew on his arm until it's detached from his body. Bc if he already dislikes me for nothing I should probably just give him a reason.

[gghostwriter]

Camaraderie

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.1k a/n: something short n’ sweet, get it? i know i said i was sick and I still am but i wanted to really write something based on this post so i did and since I’m still battling the flu, this isn’t my best work nor has this been edited but still posting it for the fun of it all! Hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗

Spencer Reid was never one to forget. After all, his near perfect memory didn’t allow him to, which was a curse and a blessing on itself. So it came to everyone’s surprise when Morgan came strolling in the BAU office after hours to pick him and Luke up for a scheduled boys’ night out and the boy genius innocently asked what he was doing there.

“No way,” Morgan chuckled, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Pretty boy has forgotten something? It must be my lucky night ‘cause this only happens once in a lifetime.” 

“You really forgot?” Luke clarified as they all packed into Morgan’s four door vehicle. “Oh man, I thought you were pulling my leg a while ago when I brought it up and you made no comment.”

“It really slipped my mind!” Spencer’s voice going up in defense. 

The duo laughed. 

“Or maybe you’re getting old,” Morgan needled as the car came to a stop at a red light.

Spencer shook his head, wishing to drop the subject. “Hey, do you mind passing by the apartment for a bit? I didn’t tell her that I was going to be out late since it you know, slipped my mind—”

“Can’t you just text her for that?” Morgan argued back.

“—and I’ll drop off my dirty go bag.” 

“Oh got the missus doing the laundry?” Luke teased. 

“She’s not my wife yet,” he sighed dreamily. If he was going to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to it. He had half the mind to propose elopement when got down on one knee but the excitement you radiated off when discussing about themes, dinner placements, and the wedding gown was enough for him to dispose of that idea quickly. It didn’t matter how fancy or how long the planning would take, as long as at the end of it all, he got to call you his and you get to call him yours. Everything in between was just lavish wrapping to present the world Mr and Mrs Reid. 

The car came to a stop, bringing him out of his musings. 

“Thanks Morgan,” Spencer started to exit the passenger seat. “No need to go up, I’ll be quick.”

They both shook their heads, also stepping out—Morgan from the driver’s side and Luke from the side beside him.

“We’ll say hi to the future Mrs Reid,” he patted his back as the trio packed into the elevator up to his floor.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. With your busy work schedule and the upcoming nuptials, it was a rare occurrence for anyone from the team, expect for Garcia, to catch even a glimpse of you.

Echoing melody was the first thing that greeted them once they stepped out of the lifts. 

He laughed under his breath, already knowing that it was coming from the home you both shared. It had been a ritual for you, of sorts, as the only neighboring apartment was empty from tenants. There was really no one to scold you for making any ruckus at this acceptable 7pm time. Spencer, for one, wasn’t one to spoil your fun. He loved seeing you be free, dancing around in his clothing and singing the lyrics no matter how off key. 

Key slotted to the door, he let themselves in without any words exchanged—just looks and laughter under their breath.

—and I’m obsessed Are you free next week? I bet we’d have really good

Spencer admired your swaying form from behind. Wearing his Caltech tee that was three times too big for you, neckline slipping off to one shoulder. His very own personal sunshine chasing away all the darkness that had tainted his very being. 

Unaware of your audience, you belted out the next cheeky lyrics. “Come right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said you’re not in my—” 

Luke slapped his mouth to stop his chuckle from escaping while Morgan’s eyebrows raised at an all time high.

“Love,” Spencer urgently called out.

“—timezone, but you wanna be—eek!” You shrieked, turning to face the voice of your lover, only to find two more unaccounted for in the audience. 

“Hey pretty girl,” Morgan drawled out. “That’s some nice singing you’ve got there.” 

You felt your face flush with mortification. Out of all the people to have caught you, it had to be Morgan. The self titled big brother who liked to tease all he held dear to his heart. 

“W-what are you all doing here?”

Spencer reached out to give you chaste kiss on the lips. “We’re going out for a boys’ night out and I forgot all about it.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re all here exactly.”

“I was just going to drop off my dirty go bag and they wanted to say hi,” he smiled at the embarrassment he could clearly see written in your expressive face. 

But i bet we‘’d have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when—

“Oh my god,” your feet pattering on the hardwood floor as you ran to stop the vinyl still playing in the background. “Not one word,” you threatened the duo with a finger raised up high.

They both raised their hands up in defense but mirth was clearly painted on their faces. This was definitely becoming a lethal ammo perfect for quips and teasing. 

“Okay, you three out,” you all but pushed them out to the lobby. “I need to bury myself in copious amount of wine and please, forget everything you saw, okay, and Spence—” you leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye and squeezed his hand that held yours. “—I’ll see you when you get back. Have fun!” 

The door slammed shut without another word uttered.

Morgan turned to Reid with a smirk on his lips. “So camaraderie, huh?”

“Shut up,” Spencer quipped back, giving him a slight shove towards the elevator.

But before he himself stepped into the awaiting lifts for a night of no doubt teasing and innuendos, Spencer sent a quick message back to his other half with cheeks red and a grin on his face.

Your wish is my command, love. Later. 

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[maxivstappen]

congrats on 1k again mel 🤍 i'm so proud of u!!

i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri

౨ৎ MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE ‧˚. OP81

౨ৎ PART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

summary — you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasn’t. he liked to tell people that he’s certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.

a/n — thank you so much for your constant support ml🥹 im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song ‚juno’ by sab!

warnings — kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isn’t my first language, not proofread

It really wasn’t your fault.

You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you weren’t used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.

Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for ‚urgent needs‘ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.

The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least that’s what you told everyone. At least that’s what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldn’t keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.

After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that he’s not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldn’t even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.

So yes. It is his fault! Because if he’s really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love — like you admittedly were — then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldn’t even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that he’s not in love with you just months ago?

He couldn’t expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the “casual” sex wasn’t enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.

If he was sooo sure he’s not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who weren’t him, and since it‘s his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.

In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldn’t hurt him.

You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, “juno“ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind — including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didn’t have feelings for you.

You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friend’s, jack’s, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didn’t make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you aren’t just friends, right?

So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscar‘s direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didn’t mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didn‘t have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.

It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.

His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Lando‘s face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?

Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesn‘t want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.

So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.

“Fancy another beer?“ You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your façade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!

He shook his head.

The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?

You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol you‘ve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasn’t nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?

“What were you doing with him, y/n?”

Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didn’t even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. “Tell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?”

“Oscar I-“

“Keep talking or I’ll stop,” he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.

You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldn’t keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.

“I was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!”

Oscar’s furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didn’t get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldn’t focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.

“Stop what? Talk to me, please. I didn’t like seeing you with him,” he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?

“Why don‘t you love me?“ You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.

“I- What? Why would you think that?“

“Maybe because you literally said so?“

“Uhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,“ he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didn‘t say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. “Don‘t cry on me, y/n, please don‘t,“ he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. “Was just being stupid, didn‘t wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,“ he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didn’t confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didn’t love you.

You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. You‘d have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that you‘d go back home with him. It wasn‘t enough to make it official, you weren‘t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.

Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasn’t his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didn’t have to make him fall in love with you.

Because he already was.

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[sturnskiss]

imgonnagetyouback ! ᥫ᭡

pairing: matt sturniolo x popstar! reader

word count: 2.1k (holy shit)

summary: you are a world renowned popstar, and after a very public breakup with youtuber matt sturniolo, he can’t bare to watch you look hot on stage and know you’re no longer his. he’s determined to get you back.

warnings: smut obvi, p in v, fingering, swearing, use of ‘y/n’, nicknames (baby), overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t be fucking stupid), matt calling reader ‘slutty’, probably more i can’t think of

authors note: I HAVE RETURNED!! i have come back from like a two month long hiatus (HIATUS??? DONT USE BIG WORDS MATTTT) to bring you guys the much requested imgonnagetyouback inspired fic featuring popstar! reader! in my mind i see popstar! reader as sabrina carpenter/madison beer type, not necessarily looks wise just their presence. anyways i love ya and thank u for all the kind words on pretty voice :(((

you walked around stage with more confidence then ever. you questioned if fake confidence still counts as confidence, but nobody seemed to know that you’re faking it. it had been 2 weeks since your breakup with matt, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t wreck you. but you don’t want to ruin the fans experience while you’re on tour, so you maintained your confident-happy-seductive-popstar act.

you were considered the new it girl of pop music. even though you were at your worst, you were getting a lot of attention. most questions fans asked you were about the breakup, but you were trending on twitter for a week straight. fans were making sad breakup edits and update accounts were notifying everyone about the latest stuff regarding the breakup.

because of those update accounts, you knew that matt and his brothers were at your show tonight. you didn’t know why, and even though it made you sick, you got up on the stage and shook your ass and sang your little heart out.

you wore a short lilac skirt, the one that fits you like skin. it drive matt crazy; the way it matched your skin tone so perfectly and accentuated your curves. you were a humble girl, but there were times you knew just how hot you were.

you felt bittersweet about this being the last stop of your tour. you were excited you could rest and grieve and mourn your ended relationship. but you were sad because of the happiness you did feel at one point performing to your fans and the family you created with your band.

with it being the last stop of tour, your team is throwing a little party at some club nearby the venue in seattle. it was planned for weeks now, and at the time you planned it, you added matt and his brothers name to the guest list. and you didn’t have the guts to remove it after the breakup, you didn’t even think you needed to because why would he show up? you regret it as you look at him from your spot on stage. he’s standing on the balcony with his brothers, and he looks guilty and mad at the same time. you quickly look away before you became sick, like how you normally feel seeing his face anywhere.

you say your goodbyes to the crowd and walk off stage as confetti shoots from the ceiling. you make your way backstage where your team awaits you, showering you with compliments and praises. the usual ‘you did so great tonight’ shit. matt used to be the first one to compliment you after a show, whispering sweet things in your ear; odd compliments that nobody else would tell you but that’s why they meant so much. you shake the thought of him from your mind as you pray that he won’t attend the party later tonight.

standing at the bar like somethings funny, bubbly.

God didn’t answer your prayers, unfortunately. you stood talking to one of your best friends, madison beer, but instead of keeping eye contact with her as she talks to you, your eyes are on matt. he’s on the other corner of the room by the bar, with his brothers. chris is sipping on a pepsi, nick with a dr. pepper, and matt has nothing in his hands. he glances over to you and goes back to his conversation with chris. he laughs and you wonder what he’s laughing at, you brush it off and engage in your conversation with madison.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck. an endless stream of curse words run through your mind because knowing he’s in the same room as you, at your party, is driving you insane. you wander through the crowds, making small talk but never staying with the same people for long. you sneak a quick look at matt who seems oddly bubbly while he’s talking to some blonde girl. as if he can feel your stare, he looks at you and makes a face. not a disgusted face, but one that reads ‘i see you too.’

an hour or two passes and i see some blonde girl approach him, and i know he wouldn’t *dare*. while we technically can see other people, we were never *not* each others. the blonde girl, who had to have been someone’s plus one cause i know damn well i didn’t invite her, is so obviously flirting with him. how bold of her! he seems uninterested but he’s still talking to her, which makes me feel sick. i hate he still has that effect on me.

say you got somebody, i’ll say i got someone too.

i know it’s petty, but i just want him to know that i can have someone too. i walk up to the first boy that i see, making small talk and his eyes almost pop out of his head when he realizes who i am. i can feel matt’s stare from across the room. i have zero interest in this guy i’m talking to, i just want to piss matt off. i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing. i tell all of my friends that i hate him, but i go fucking crazy when i see him or hear anything about him.

part of me wants to yell at him and curse him out, and the other half wants to take him back to my hotel. your phone is tucked into the neckline of your dress, feeling it vibrate. you smile at the stranger and pull your phone out, matt’s name on your lockscreen. you look over and see him staring at you. it definitely worked, this man is furious.

ten minutes later, you wait in the gender neutral bathroom. you apply more lipgloss in the mirror when matt walks in, quickly locking the door behind him.

“you hate parties,” you mutter as you layer on more mauve lipgloss, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

he shrugs, “yeah, but i don’t hate you.”

you roll your eyes, “well, i hate you.”

he laughs dryly, “yeah? how come you’re here then? in this bathroom with me, with the door locked?” he says, walking up behind you. you can feel his bulge against your ass.

you sigh and turn around, less than an inch of distance between you. “i hate you.”

he nods, “for sure.” he brings his thumb to your glossed lips, smirking. “so pretty.”

before you could even think twice, you’re sitting on the sink, wrapping your legs around matt’s waist, making out. maybe if you were sober you wouldn’t be in this situation, but if you were sober you probably would have wanted it more.

“hate you so much,” you mumble in between sloppy kisses.

“i know,” he mutters. he taps your thighs, signaling for you to spread them more. and of course, you do. he reaches his hand under your dress, pulling your panties to the side. he does all of this without breaking your kiss, too. and to no one’s surprise, you’re soaked.

he looks up at you, “you hate me so much but you’re soaking wet? doesn’t make sense.” he says.

“stop talking,” you whine.

he plunges two fingers into your cunt, and your hand immediately flies to your mouth. while it isn’t out of the ordinary to have sex in a bathroom at a club, you don’t want people to know it’s you.

he uses his other hand and pulls your hand away from your mouth. “let ‘em hear you.”

he continues fingering you until he feels your walls clench down on his fingers, and he pulls them out.

“matt!” you whine.

he nods, “i know, baby.” matt loves to edge you, and it pisses you off.

you roll your eyes and push him away, hopping off the sink. “no, i really do hate you.”

matt rolls his eyes, “oh, here we go again with that bullshit.”

you’re about to unlock the door and walk out of it before matt stops you. he swats your hand away from the door knob and walks closer to you until you’re up against the door.

“off,” he says, tugging at the fabric of your dress. and even though you said you hated him 5 seconds ago, you obey him.

he helps you wiggle out of your dress, you step out of it and slide it across the bathroom.

matt takes his belt off and unbuttons his jeans, you slide his boxers down to his ankles along with his jeans.

you’re still against the door when matt says, “jump.” you quickly obey, wrapping your legs around his hips. he uses the door to help not drop you, and you’re sure your back will hurt and have some bruises after this.

his dick is firmly pressing against your clit, and matt uses one arm to support you and the other to slide his dick inside your entrance. you hadn’t had his cock in a couple months, and it’s like it’s the first time again.

“oh fuck,” he groans. “still so tight. none of the other guys can stretch you like i do, huh?” he whispers into your ear.

“shut up and fuck me already, matt.” you reply bitterly.

“if you say so,” he whispers before bucking his hips into you so hard you think you might have a bruise.

“oh!” you gasp.

matt maintains eye contact with you, “you miss this dick?”

you nod as he continues to fuck into you, the door rattling against you.

“i don’t believe that, use your words, y/n.” he teases.

“i missed— oh fuck, missed your dick,” you whimper.

he pushed you harder against the door behind you so he could use his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

“well, i missed this pussy too. know it missed me back.”

your hole fluttered at his words which made him let out a soft groan. you felt his dick everywhere, in your soul.

he moved his hand away from your clit, leaving you trembling.

“m’back hurts,” you whined as he slid his dick in and out of you.

matt looked at you with sympathy, “i know baby… but we’re in a bathroom cause you’re jus’ so needy, so there’s not much room for me to fuck you like i want.”

this was true.

he rammed into you harder and faster, causing you to let out an almost pornographic shriek.

matt dryly laughed, “sound so pretty. such a pretty voice.”

you knew how much matt loved your career. the most famous pop girl at the moment wrapped around his finger. he loved watching your shows and seeing how all your female fans would bring their boyfriends to a concert and he’d watch their intense stares as you pranced around on stage in nothing but a tiny dress and heels. everyone wanted to fuck you or be you, and he loved that you were his in every way. but after the breakup, he’s gotten angry so of course he has to make up for lost time with a very intense fuck.

he slammed into you and pulled out just as quick, repeating this until he can feel your walls tightening against his lengthy cock.

“c’mon, baby. know your close, give it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

“oh god,” you moaned.

matt stopped fucking you, “s’not my name, baby.”

you whined, “fuck me, matt.” you said, putting emphasis on his name.

he smiled and started pounding into you again. “good job, baby. love when you use that pretty lil voice of yours.”

your nails scratched artwork onto his back, maybe breaking skin but matt didn’t mind at all.

“you gonna cum?” he taunted.

you nodded, “matt!”

“cum for me baby,” he demanded.

“oh god! oh, oh matt!” you said it correctly this time as your orgasm ripped through you. the first genuinely good one in two weeks.

matt didn’t slow down, he stayed fucking you through your orgasm.

“can’t!” you yelled.

matt shook his head, “you can. jus’ gimme one more. one more.”

you shut your eyes tightly gripping onto his back as tight as you can. you start squirming as your next orgasm approaches.

“m’cumming! oh! matt, i’m cumming!”

he nods, “i know baby.”

after you come down from your orgasm high, matt helps you adjust yourself so you look presentable to go back out into your party.

you reapply your lip gloss and run your fingers through your hair, combing them out. you fix your dress while matt hands you your panties.

“well, it was nice seeing you.” you say sweetly, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“very nice.” he says with a smirk on his face. he adjusts his hair too before unlocking the door and holding it open for you. you’re greeted by a long line of upset faces waiting to use the bathroom.

you and matt make side eye each other as you walk away from the crowd, giggling.

you and matt both know you were never not each others.

[renren-006]

Pickin' Boys | Bucky x reader

Slim Pickins from Short n Sweet

Plot:Bucky wants you, and maybe you keep bitching about the dating scene bc you want him aswell

A/N: so i loveeeee Sabrinas new album and decided to have some fun with one of the songs! maybe ill write more with Bucky and songs who knows!! enjoyyyyy

taglist: @rosecentury

“Guess Ill end this life alone. What? I'm not dramatic,” you told Natasha. The two of you were at the bar during one of Tony's parties. A nice dress hugged your body. Natasha rolled her eyes at you, clearly not thinking you weren't dramatic. 

“The only person more dramatic than you, is Tony” She told you. You laughed a little, knowing the two of you could have an all out dramatic off and he’d win for sure. Of the avengers dating lives it seemed you all had your crazy stories, some more than others. 

“A boy whos jacked and kind. Cant find his ass to save my life”

“Alright girl, I think you just need to find someone here tonight,” Nat said. 

“Yea like who?” you asked

Bucky:

Please pick me. He watched as you talked to Natasha Romanoff, he heard your conversation. He fit the bill and it seems you never looked his way. He wanted you to look his way. The rest of the night was more flirting on your part with random guys at the party, all seeming to make the ‘not’ list instead of ‘mr right’.

“Ya know you could talk to her” Steve said next to Bucky. Bucky sipped his drink aware of his friend's eyes following him as he watched you. 

“I could” was all he said. He wasn't the bold type, had not been that man since the 40s, but here he was wishing he was still James Barns. The man you noticed him to be. You never called him Bucky or the other nicknames Tony had for him. Instead you called him James, or Barns, both sounding right coming from your lips. 

“It's slim pickins out here” you muttered to another girl at the party who laughed at your comment. “I guess if i can't have the one i love, need to find someone to be kissing” 

The one she loved, that made bucks ears burn. Steve noticed and sauntered over to you. Bucky kept to his area by the wall.

“Are you in love, Agent?” Steve asked you, making you turn in your heels.

“i…Yea” you said defeated. “Jesus what's a girl to do?” 

“Talk to the guy,” Steve asked. 

“Can't. Doubt he is interested in me anyways.” you told him. “Plus he's got this…bad boy vibe around him. A boy whos nice, that breaths I swear he's nowhere to be seen”

“Why do you need a nice guy?” Steve asked you. Your eyes kept flashing back to Buckys making him wonder what was happening. 

“If i can't have the one I love Steve, i'll just keep on moaning and bitching”

“Who is it?” Steve asked, and you pointed directly towards Bucky. His back flexed, he was standing taller now, watching you. 

“You best friend captain”

“Well, good news, no more moaning and bitching” he said, putting himself to the side to let Bucky walk over. 

“Hi James” you said sweetly. “Agent y/n” he said. “I could have saved you from all this if you had just asked”

“Im stubborn like that” “Well if you want to quit bitching, I can have you moaning instead,” Bucky said. A blush spread on your cheeks. 

[captinamericashusband]

The Love Letter | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader

A/N: Another Steve Rogers fanfic because he is a cutie. This one is way shorter than my first fic and not the best writing I've done admittedly. Anyways, enjoy!

P.S. Stream Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter 💋

The Love Letter

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N, too afraid to verbally confess his feelings for Steve, gives him a love letter instead

Warnings: Sad

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Natasha stared bewildered at Y/N, aggressively punching the boxing dummy in the team's training room. With each continuous whack, growing strength with each successive hit, the dent in the dummy's torso grew larger. Natasha observed that he only acted this vehemently if something was bothering him. The last time this occurred was after a botched mission that resulted in numerous accidental deaths and tonnes of paperwork. As Y/N began winding down from his strenuous training, Natasha approached him, already having a slight idea for the cause of his trouble.

“It’s Steve isn’t it?” she abruptly asked. 

Y/N glanced towards her with a questioning look. “I’m sorry?”

“You like him, but you’re too scared to tell him.”

Y/N stared at her, trying to maintain a look that conveyed he was completely unsure as to what she was on about. However, he soon cracked under the pressure of her intense piercing gaze and gave her a resigned look. Sighing, he said, “Was I that obvious?”

"Y/N, we all see the way you ogle him." Y/N's jaw slightly clenched at his obliviousness to his obvious crushing. "The whole team knows, and I wouldn't be surprised if Steve himself did too."

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. He always hated Natasha’s cunning observational skills. But he was aware this time his long-term crush was exposed at his fault. “I just don’t know how to tell him. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Natasha lightly placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re not going to ruin anything by telling him. There’s nothing wrong with being honest. Plus, there could be the chance he likes you also.”

Y/N’s head shook slightly. “I’m not sure how to tell him without completely embarrassing myself in front of him.”

Natasha’s expression turned deep with thought. Then, the metaphorical light bulb lit up in her head. "Maybe you should write him a letter. That way nothing you’ll say will be misconstrued. It's the most objective way to say your feelings for him, Y/N."

Y/N glanced towards Natasha, unaware if she was serious or saying everything in jest. "Wouldn't it be easier if I sent him a text message?"

Natasha shook her head. "Letters are more romantic. Plus, Steve is old-fashioned. I'm sure he'd appreciate it more than some lacklustre text."

As Natasha left the training grounds, Y/N began thinking deeply about her suggestion. He never imagined telling Steve about his feelings, let alone confessing through a handwritten letter. The worse that could occur, he thought, was that Steve would reject him and the entire trajectory of any friendship they had would completely change beyond recognition. However, the idea of Steve being whisked away by anyone else was enough to fill him with dread. He couldn't have a repeat of his emotions during Steve's brief fling with Sharon Carter. Tear-dampened tissues filled his room the week he heard the news – he reached a new low during that time. After his shower in the gym's adjacent locker room, Y/N began devising what he would say and how exactly he would say it.

Walking back to his room, Y/N made a brief detour to one of Tony's several printers scattered around the compound to grab several sheets of paper. He was already anticipating the inevitable drafts that would end up in his garbage bin. As he sat on his desk, cracking his knuckles before putting pen to paper, he hoped whatever monstrosity he would conjure would convey his feelings in a way that Steve would fully reciprocate them.

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After three hours and several tossed crumpled balls of paper in his garbage, Y/N finally created what he thought was the best thing he had ever written. Skimming through it again, he started thinking otherwise and that it was actually really bad. The letter read:

Steve,

I've been thinking a lot lately, and I finally decided I needed to air it out. Natasha suggested writing you a letter, and honestly, I was hesitant at first. But the more I considered it, I realised it was the only suitable option for this situation. I know you're not the type for overly grand gestures, so I'll keep it simple.

Ever since we met, I've been admiring you. Not just for the reason that you're Captain America, but also for what I've seen in who you are as a person. Your kindness, bravery, strength, and dedication amongst many more of your qualities are things I've come to deeply respect. Over time, these feelings I felt for you have grown from something more than admiration – something I never expected.

I've tried to hide it, but I'm not sure I can anymore. I like you, Steve. I really like you a lot, as more than a friend. I know you've been through a lot, so I don't want any of this to complicate you any further. I just needed to tell you how I feel. I value the friendship we have, and I don't want this to negatively change that.

I understand if you don't feel the same way. If you'd prefer it, we could both pretend I never wrote you this. But if there is a chance you feel the same, maybe we could both see where this goes. No pressure, no expectations – just honesty.

Y/N

After rereading it for the fifth time, Y/N decided this was the best it would get. If Steve hated it, then so be it. Y/N put the letter in a sleek dark brown envelope from a stationary set he bought earlier from a high-end arts and crafts store. Since it was for Steve, he had splurged on whatever he could in hopes it would convey the seriousness of his feelings.

As Y/N walked towards Steve’s room, a feeling of severe anxiety washed over him, causing him to fidget with the letter between his fingers. The outcomes of the letter-sending were so polar that he wasn’t sure if his feelings were worth the chance. On one hand, Steve would feel the same and both would live happily ever after. On the other, Steve would downright reject him, their friendship would be destroyed, and the awkwardness would find a way to infiltrate its way into the team, getting in the way of their world-saving. 

Steve’s door came into view, and the urge to turn around and leave became stronger for Y/N. Before Y/N could back down, he heard footsteps descending the hallway’s corner. After quickly slipping the letter under the door frame, Y/N ran in the opposite direction. Whatever was to ensue after was up in the hands of whichever deity was out there.

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The team assembled for dinner shortly after Y/N’s letter made it to Steve’s room. As he sat in his designated spot beside Natasha, his hands started becoming clammy, and his head became nauseous with worrying thoughts. Steve has yet to arrive at the table. Coughing lightly, Y/N turned towards Natasha. 

“I did it, Nat.” Y/N quivered softly. 

“Did what, Y/N/N?” She said in between her chewing.

“I sent him the letter. Earlier this evening, I sent him the letter. God, I can’t believe I listened to you.”

Natasha turned her head, eyes wide in disbelief. Before she could respond, Steve walked into the dining room. The team greeted him, including Y/N whose voice wavered slightly upon seeing the man he so recently confessed his feelings for. Steve’s eyes wandered around the table until they stopped on Y/N. The two looked at each other, and Y/N’s stomach churned. He tried to read Steve’s expression, but it was indistinguishable. As his heart pounded, his hands trembled under the table. 

Natasha slightly nudged Y/N with her elbow. “Relax, Y/NN. Just see how he acts.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. As Steve approached the table, he pulled the chair directly in front of Y/N, sitting down with a small smile. “Hey, everyone,” Steve greeted, his voice soft and supple, smiling brightly at the team. 

Y/N managed to contort a crooked smile in return. “Hi, Steve.” His voice wavered once again and his cheeks blushed. He looked down towards his plate in hopes no one noticed.

As the team continued with their conversation – Bruce and Tony bantering about lab tech, Thor sharing a story about Asgard, and Clint making sarcastic remarks near the table’s end – Y/N kept glancing towards. Steve looked relaxed, but every so often, his eyes would also meet Y/N’s, and Y/N’s stomach would be sent into a spiral of front flips. 

At one point, Steve met Y/N’s gaze and held it for longer than usual. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. He knew at that point that Steve must have read the letter. There was no other reason for the glances they shared with each other, and the slight glint of something in Steve’s eyes. He could already sense the inevitable conversation Steve was about to confront him with in the not-so-distant future.

Dinner continued, and eventually, the team started to disperse. As for Y/N, his heart sank as he remembered it was his turn to wash the dishes today. Today of all days. Even more troubling, Steve had volunteered behind to help with cleaning. Y/N already knew where this was going to lead. With one last glance at Natasha who offered him a reassuring smile, it was just Y/N and Steve left together.

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The kitchen was dead silent as the two men cleared the table, the clinking of dishes and the sound of running water from the sink being the only interruption. Y/N could feel Steve’s presence beside him – comforting and warm, but tonight it felt different. Heavy. He couldn’t conjure the courage to look at him, instead focusing on aggressively rubbing a stubborn stain on one of the plates.

Finally, after what like an eternity, Steve finally broke the silence. “Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a certain softness that made Y/N’s heart beat faster. “About the letter…”

Y/N froze, squeezing the sponge in his hand hard. He knew this was bound to happen, but hearing Steve’s voice mention his letter still made him incredibly nervous. Slowly, he turned towards Steve, ready for whatever he was about to be hit with. “Yeah?” he managed to whisper, his voice barely managing to make it above a whisper.

Steve fully turned towards Y/N, setting down the dish he was currently drying and meeting his eyes. His expression was serious, and his blue eyes were holding a feeling Y/N couldn’t decipher – nervousness, maybe, or regret. “I read it,” he said quietly. “And I want you to know that I’m honoured that you trust me enough to share your feelings with me. I really am.”

Y/N’s heart clenched. He felt the impending doom through Steve’s tone. Y/N nodded slowly, attempting to keep his emotions in check. “But…?”

Steve took a deep breath, he turned away briefly before meeting Y/N’s eyes again. “But I don’t feel the same way,” he said, voice firm but soft. “I care about you a lot, Y/N, as a friend. I value our friendship and I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t see you the same way as you see me.”

Y/N’s felt his heart shatter, the pieces were spiralling into a million jagged edges. The pain was worse than anything he experienced. It felt worse than any gunshot or stab wound he ever endured. “I understand,” he said. It was evident he was trying to hold back tears. “I just thought… maybe…”

Steve’s hand hovered above Y/N’s. He hesitated before retracting it, unsure if Y/N wanted to be touched or not. “I really am sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to make this awkward between us. I value our friendship too much for that.”

Y/N could only nod again. His chest swelled with a numbing feeling. He then realised what the glint was in Steve’s eyes. It was pity. “Yeah, no I totally understand,” he muttered. He stared at the soapy water. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid – I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Steve said gently. “It was not stupid at all. You have every right to express your feelings. I’m just sorry I couldn’t give you the answer you were looking for, Y/N.”

Y/N could feel the tears pooling near the ducts of his eyes. The weight of the rejection fully settled on his shoulders. “Yeah well…thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, I guess,” he whispered, turning back to the dishes to hide the tears now streaming down his cheeks. He scrubbed at the plates more force than necessary, trying to channel to pain he was feeling towards his hands. 

Steve hesitated. It was clear he wanted to say more, but he could tell Y/N wanted him to leave. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t trust himself to speak again, afraid his voice would hint at the tears leaving his eyes. After a brief moment of silence, he could hear Steve’s footsteps retracting from the kitchen.

When he was sure Steve was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath before letting his tears fall freely. He gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white in an attempt to hold himself together. But it was to no avail. He slid down to the floor, back against the kitchen sink. The pain was too raw to hold in. As he buried his head in his hands, he sobbed and prayed that no one would walk in and see his miserable self.

He was fully prepared for the possibility of rejection. But everything in him was hoping Steve would feel the same. That the future he envisioned for both of them together would become real somehow. The heartache he felt was unbearable, and each breath he took was a struggle as he attempted to calm himself down. Was he not good enough for Steve? Was he not attractive enough? Y/N started internally beating himself, trying to find the reason he wasn’t desirable for the only person he could ever want.    

Minutes passed, maybe hours; Y/N wasn’t sure. Eventually, the tears started slowing down and his breathing became more shallow. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, taking a few shaky breaths before standing up. He knew he had to pick himself up and move on. But for now, Y/N could let himself wallow in his grief. 

As he walked back to his room, he couldn’t help but think if he could ever face Steve without breaking all over again. 

FIN

A/N: Sorry! Hope you enjoyed! Next one will be cute as fuck I didn't enjoy writing this one that much actually it didn't fill me with happy giddy feelings.

[daisyswift3]

Castles Crumbling 💍👻

I think the castle is going to crumble today at the Chiefs game (which btw is at the LA Sofi Stadium, what an interesting coincidence)

“Coffee at midnight” -> “That’s that me ESPRESSO” -> Sabrina’s Short n Sweet -> Olivia’s SOUR -> Julia Cooper’s SWEET N SOUR (which I think uses the cardigan metaphor to describe Taylor’s duality; Taylor the brand vs Taylor the person) -> Sabrina's Taste (sweet and sour are flavors) -> the secret menu in the 5th 🎃 message (which is abt the mass coming out movement) -> the Short n Sweet Cafe in NYC being from Sept 27-29 -> Sept 27 being World’s Biggest Coffee Morning -> Sept 29 being when the castle will crumble -> the Short n Sweet cafe being 1989 moonstone blue 🩵 -> “Some guy said my aura’s moonstone” -> Bejeweled mv ending scene where Taylor’s castle crumbles -> Chappell’s Coffee and My Kink Is Karma -> Taylor mysteriously going missing while Chappell burned down the castle at the VMAs -> Hayley Williams, who collabed w Taylor on Castles Crumbling, wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress that looks very similar to Taylor’s yellow dress in Bejeweled -> “The best ppl in life are free” -> Clean/Is It Over Now? -> Karlie and Hayley Williams both being in Paris this last week -> Young Woman and the Sea being abt a woman who competed at the 1924 Paris Olympics and shattered glass ceilings (ginger messages) -> The Paris Olympics opening ceremony which featured a headless Marie Antoinette in a castle that looks like it's burning bc of all the pyrotechnics -> Taylor dressing as Marie Antoinette in Bejeweled bc her fans are abt to figuratively behead her for rejecting Travis's proposal at the game today

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[deantfwinchester]

Love Me Right

Part 1: Henrietta’s

Pairing: ConstructionCEO!Joel x Waitress!Reader

She's eventually gonna be a teacher again bc let's be real, i'm a one-trick pony.

This is a Millionaire Joel AU x Most Eligible Bachelor Trope

Summary: Joel Miller, CEO and Co-Founder of Miller Construction, hasn't been dealing with an Empty Nest very well. His family and friends have tried their best to cheer him up since Sarah left for college in the fall, but the storm cloud above his head remains. On top of that (or perhaps because of it), he has just been named one of Austin's Most Eligible Bachelors.

What will that mean for the new-in-town waitress he meets in his favorite diner? As far as she knows, he's just an average contractor.

Warnings: age gap (reader late 20s, Joel late 40s); family-centered trauma and conflict; lethal levels of fluff otw

A/N: Bear with me for this one y'all. My imagination is ambitious and my brain is obstinate. Title inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s Short ‘n Sweet - bc i can’t stop fckn listening to Juno 🫣

Word Count: 4.6k

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“Tommy, there ain’t a chance in hell that’s gonna happen. Why on earth did you bring this to me?”

“Well they talked to Joanna at the front desk first. She said wasn’t going to bring it up to you, but I couldn’t just let it slide,” Tommy raises his eyebrows at Joel, shooting him a mischievous look. “Because one - I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to see this look on your face, and two - would a little publicity be so bad?”

“Who in their right mind is gonna choose a fuckin contractor from the goddamn ‘society pages’?” Joel bristles at his brother’s amusement with an unwavering scowl.

Tommy stares right back, but the playful nature of his expression is unmarred. “Most men won’t Joel - but their wives will.” Tommy’s salacious grin is damn near wider than Joel’s ever seen. Christ, he’s loving this.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Joel says plainly, rolling his eyes.

“Come on brother, think about it - plenty of busy men in this city with bored housewives in need of a project. He tosses her a few thousand to redo the dining room - well who’s gonna do the job? She hasn’t got a clue where to begin and then BOOM! She sees the list of Austin’s Most Eligible Bachelors in the paper - where she finds a photo of the distinguished CEO and senior founder of Miller Construction—”

“Senior, seriously?,” Joel deadpans at him. Tommy ignores him, continuing to wax poetic.

“And can’t help but wonder if the rest of his staff is as dashing as he appears to be,”

“Flattery’s cheap Tommy.”

“Of course then she meets with me and the deal is sealed.” Tommy smiles smugly now that his story is complete.

“Boy can you paint a picture,” responds Joel, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. “So you wanna parade me around like a two-bit hooker, huh?

“Whaddya say — can I give ‘em a call?”

“If you’re so hell-bent on ‘marketing’ why don’t you do it?” Joel says flippantly.

“Well I’m not a bachelor anymore, am I?,” he grins brightly at him. This time, it’s sincere.

“Don’t break your arm pattin' yourself on the back, Tommy. Maria mighta said yes, but there ain’t a ring on your finger yet. She’s still got a few months to wise up,” Joel challenges, his tone playful.

Tommy glares at him, but then gives a sobered nod. “You’re right about that. I know I’m a lucky fucker, and I’m not interested in testing that luck - even for a charity auction. Sorry to the dogs, or the food bank or — is it old people?”

“Hell bent on it, and don’t even know what it’s for? Christ - it’s a Make-A-Wish thing Tommy, damn,” Joel replies, looking bewildered at his brother’s callous and cavalier response.

“And isn’t your attention and concern for the bigger picture just what they need in volunteers?” Tommy retorts, expression still smug but eyes hopeful. “What, ‘s it gonna kill you to go out for once? It’ll be a formality at worst and maybe even a good time if you loosen up a bit.”

“I can think of a number of other ‘worsts’ than a formality,” Joel muses

“You’re gentleman enough to handle it just fine,” Tommy continues.

It has been quite a while since Joel’s been out of his house for much other than work or routine, and even longer since he’s been out with anyone other than Tommy, Maria, and the guys from work here and there. He’ll admit, he hasn’t been dealing with an empty nest very well. He’s done a pretty terrible job of keeping busy since he dropped Sarah off at school back in the fall. She’d gotten in exactly where she’d hoped, and made friends fast - for this he was over the moon - but he misses her like crazy. He’s been swimming back and forth in swelling pride and stabbing grief since September, ecstatic and aching all at once. He knew Tommy’s intentions were relatively pure, business interest aside. He knows they’ve been worried about him for a couple of months now - they haven’t exactly been subtle — they’d started having him over for dinner damn near once a week.

This newfound hobby of Tommy’s, cooking like a grown-up, had become the ruse en vogue for getting Joel out of his house. As Maria’s caseload grew at the law firm, Tommy wanted to make sure she had a real meal to eat when she finally got home — so he started cooking. Joel had to admit it was real sweet, watching his brother dive headfirst into learning a new skill just to take care of his bride-to-be. He claimed it only made sense with his far more flexible schedule, but Joel knew it made Tommy proud to be able to do this for her, and the very fact he wanted to made Joel proud as well.

Once Sarah left for school, however, Tommy quickly discovered his brother’s less-than-satisfactory habits of microwave dinners or forgetting to eat in general. He was a fair chef in his own right once upon a time, but without his little girl there to feed, bothering to make a balanced meal fell by the wayside. Joanna, a kindly woman in her seventies, had been one of the first to notice the change in Joel’s demeanor and the drawn nature of his features. Not much younger than the boys’ mother would be today, Joanna worked at the front desk of Miller Construction, greeting clients with a maternal warmth that, Tommy had to admit, was in part strategic. Disarm a client while they wait with a smile and you’d be able to pry open their hearts and their pockets.

Joanna was not unaware of the role she played in this game, though she did not approve. She’d informed Tommy of her concern for Joel, and the regular dinner invitations followed suit. This, accompanied with Joanna’s tugging Joel along to a nearby diner for lunch a couple of times a week in November had practically pulled Joel through the fall slump and into the new year. The holiday visits home from Sarah had helped a great deal, as well.

Joel wasn’t blind to his friends and family’s kahoots to help him through this patch. Though he sometimes grudgingly obliged to Joanna’s pestering him out the door because she hadn’t “seen you eat a bite all day. Four cups of black coffee don’t count, and you know it. Up!,” or Tommy’s employing Maria to send a text herself inviting him to dinner after he’d tried and simply received the finger, he was grateful for their efforts and care. Sarah was too, but he didn’t need to know that. Those lunchtime diner visits soon turned into breakfasts — a preemptive measure on Joanna’s part to add some time out in public to Joel’s routine of home — office — work site — home. Eventually she’d pavolv-ed him into it, and Joel was at the diner for coffee, breakfast, and one of the only physical newspapers left in existence every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, at first following behind Joanna and eventually on his own.

Joanna had been with the Miller brothers since the business was far smaller, just a few years after its inception, when they started needing a receptionist/secretary/assistant, just someone who knew how to manage their slowly growing demand. She’d been a friend of their mother’s and had taken up some of the slack when she’d passed, grieving alongside her friend’s sons and looking after them in her wake. She’d been one of the only reasons Joel and Tommy had been able to build the tiny Miller Bros. into its current position as Miller Construction, multi-million-dollar contracting firm, and the largest in the Austin Metro area. Joel’s practical thinking and creativity combined with Tommy’s ambition and idealistic hopes of grandeur got them into successful meetings with investors that Joanna quietly set up via her husband’s business contacts. Their vision reminded her so much of their mother’s optimism she couldn’t help herself. She’d keep an eye on Sarah when Joel needed and ensured they were taken care of in the moments they would have needed their mother around.

As the boys’ surrogate mother figure and Sarah’s Aunt Jo, it came as no surprise that amid Joel’s season of empty-nested loneliness Joanna had begun encouraging him to “get back out there” and claimed that she “won’t be around forever” and “would like to see him settled before I go.” Classic maternal guilt-tripping, and Joel told her each time that he hears 70 is the new 50. She told him to try that again in a few years when he hits the real 50.

Truth of the matter was, Joel had been alone for a long time. He’d seen people on and off while Sarah was growing up, but it was a rare occasion, and no fling had ever lasted more than a couple of months. With Sarah at home, it never mattered much to Joel — he had someone to care for who was the best company he’d ever had right in front of him. She’d needed him a little less as she’d grown up, but he always had a purpose.

Joel was a natural-born caretaker — between brotherhood and fatherhood, he took to it like a tadpole to water. With Sarah away at school and his little brother engaged, however, he couldn’t figure out where to put all that love, and so it crackled into grief like a blackening candle wick, blooming into a flower of ash that nestled in his chest. The cloud of soot hovered around him for a while as he went through the motions of his everyday. Tommy, Maria, and Joanna all wanted to see him find his way again, as did Sarah when she received honest reports from her family members after some prodding. He always put on his biggest smile for her, never wanting her to worry, but she could see something hurting in his eyes, just below the surface.

While it may have been blatantly out of his comfort zone, Tommy and Joanna jumped at the opportunity to convince Joel when the Most Eligible Bachelors’ Auction came knocking. He needed something to disrupt his routine, with the added bonus of his coming out into the social scene like a plaid-clad debutante with a few extra crow’s feet.

After rolling the last few months’ events around in his mind for a couple of minutes while Tommy answers a phone call, Joel is broken from his reverie. Tommy’s standing in front of him again, waving a hand back and forth.

“Hey ground control - you with me?,” he asks before Joel’s eyes focus on him once again. “Can I give em a call?,” and this time Joel notices the concern in Tommy’s eyes as his joking facade flickers with hope. It’s more than just publicity, and he owes it to them to give it a shot.

Joel releases a measured sigh, relenting. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but sure, fuck it. Call ‘em back,” he says rolling his eyes, resigning himself to whatever nonsense his participation will entail. He reminds himself it’s for charity, and returns to his computer, refocusing on his work as Tommy darts out of his office to return to his own, reporting his success to Joanna along the way.

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You got lucky with this job at Henrietta’s, with its flexible hours and fairly livable wage, you had time to settle into your new place and get to know the city. You spend your off days wandering around, doing research on local schools and prepping your applications for summer school and the new year.

Never had you pictured yourself leaving students mid-year, and having to do it hurt like hell. You missed the kids you left behind every day, but when a friend caught wind of an acquaintance needing a subletter for a little studio within your price range, you didn’t have much of a choice. You needed to take up the lease starting in January, or you’d be starting over at square one. It had been a long time coming, this encroaching need to run and start over somewhere new. Staying in your hometown was no longer an option — work may have been a saving grace, but the other areas of your life were suffering. You knew healing couldn’t begin without separation. You needed to be far away from everything — it was the only way you could picture trying to feel whole again. Grad school had ended the previous year, so you fled.

With each mile you put between you and your family, you started to feel like your lungs could fully inflate once again. The oppressive air of scrutiny and memory that swam around you at home dropped off piece by piece with each passing mile marker. You’d put a few states between yourself and your parents once it was all said and done, and while it was scary, starting from scratch all over again, it was invigorating. You’d done it at eighteen when you left for college, you could damn well do it again with eight years’ more life experience under your belt.

You’d walked into the diner on your second day in the city. You had some money saved up from time living at home, but knew it would dwindle quickly with rent to pay and no salary coming in on the regular. You would need something to keep busy and pay for necessities until the end of the spring semester. When Diane, the manager caught sight of you, bright-eyed and looking like a deer in headlights, she welcomed you with a warmth you’d only read about in books. She interviewed you then and there and offered you a job on the spot, waiting tables on the breakfast and lunch shifts at least four days a week. She told you your “sweet smile and wide-eyed look will do wonders for you in tips, precious!” You think it’s probably just teacher face you can’t shake, and hope she’s right — maybe it could do you some favors until you get back in the classroom where you belong.

Diane’s rounded face was accentuated with wonderfully deep crow’s feet and smile lines that suggested a lifetime of sharing this warmth, and her dark hair streaked with gray around her hairline and temples rested atop her head in a frazzled bun. She made you comfortable out the gate, and had set you up with a uniform immediately. More aptly, she handed you a t-shirt and an apron to go over your leggings. You were thankful for the relaxed dress code, knowing plenty of other establishments required a much more specific ensemble. Once you’d changed she introduced you to your shift lead, Reggie, and the line-cook-on-duty, Tony, patting you comfortingly on the shoulder and insisting they welcome you, hoping to keep you around to solve their persistent staffing issue.

While Diane was quite a bit older than you, somewhere in her mid-fifties, Reggie and Tony were younger, floating between mid-thirties and early forties, if you had to guess. Reggie was a slim black man you’d put in his thirties, and he greeted you with a smile and an exclamation that he was more than ready to gossip ad nauseum with someone so much closer to his age. He’d been the one to fill you in on Diane’s immediate taking to you, letting you know with little ambiguity that you were just a few years younger than Diane’s daughter, who had moved out of the city about a year ago, and that you favored her to boot. Reggie had called this particular gossip session your orientation.

“Don’t get me wrong honey, Diane’s a sweetheart. But never have I seen her offer a position on the spot. I think having you here may do her some good,” he’d said, before turning to fill you in on Tony the line cook. “Yeah Tony’s hot, but he chain smokes like a chimney and doesn’t care at all when I ask him to keep his second hand smoke to himself on the days I have a performance!,” he shouted pointedly at Tony, who only looked up long enough to give Reggie the finger and wink at you. Tony was a muscular Italian guy in his forties with tattoos of a sort that didn’t quite match up with the gold chain and cross pendant hanging around his neck. When your eyes went wide at the wink, Reggie giggled a bit and leaned toward you. “Don’t worry, Tony’s a little sleazy but harmless. He’ll hit on anything in a skirt, but as soon as you tell him you aren’t interested he’ll back off and won’t bring it up again. He’s a good guy, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Over the course of your shift you discovered that Diane’s been at Henrietta’s for fifteen years, Reggie is a drag queen and lounge singer by the name of Wizz Tiria at a few different clubs around town, and Tony has a few other business ventures he mentions on and off (the details of which he keeps to himself), but never misses taking his Mom to church on Sundays. You share a good bit about yourself as well in exchange — what brought you to Austin, why now, and where you may go from here. It doesn’t take long for you to make yourself at home among this eclectic little bunch, and for the first time in a really, really long time, you’re content with the peaceful monotony of these early winter days.

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It’s a brisk February morning when you walk into the diner for your shift. You’ve spent the last month working in the cozy little greasy spoon, so you’re still getting to know the regulars, but you’ve caught on pretty quick. You’ve been working the Tuesday, Thursday, and weekend shifts, but when Diane loses another server, you’re eager to pick up the slack — extra pocket change and keep your mind busy. The company’s pretty good too. Thus, you find yourself walking into the diner at 7 AM on a Wednesday morning with a hoodie over your t-shirt and a scarf to ward off more of the wind cutting into your cheeks. You head to the staff room to remove your hoodie and don your apron and emerge, finding the diner a bit colder than it had been up to this point. You’d kept a light jacket or a cardigan on you previously, but today’s need for something heavier led you to selecting a favorite hoodie to throw over your work t-shirt — which you didn’t quite think through until you came into the dining room and felt a chil run up your spine. Diane catches sight of you before you can still yourself.

“Sweetie, what on earth fo you think you’re doing?,” she asks like you’ve done something obviously egregious.

“Huh? What is it?,” you ask innocently, but you know the answer. She can probably see the goosebumps you feel rising on your arms.

“You need somethin’ on under that, you’re gonna freeze in here today!,” she chastises.

“Yeah, I brought my hoodie, but forgot I’d be taking it off. It’s not so bad in here, I’ll be alright,’ you tell her reassuringly.

“Absolutely not. Wait, hold on a second - REGGIE! We got any more o’ those long sleeve souvenir shirts in the case?!” she hollers after him.

“Hold awn!,” he hollers back, Southern twang taking center stage when he yells, just like the rest of them. After a few seconds he emerges with a few in hand. “Got a few left. Ugly as hell, probably why they’re still here. Watcha need ‘em for?”

“Sweetie, go on and change into that before the rush starts. Not the staff shirt, but the branding’ll be fine in case Jason drops by,” she says, rolling her eyes. She pats you on the shoulder, nudging you toward Reggie to take one of the shirts. They’re bright green with a gaudy design on them that makes you laugh when he hands it to you. Jason’s the owner of Henrietta’s, and so you’ve heard, the bane of Diane’s existence. You’ve only heard tale of this rotten Jason thus far, never quite laying eyes on the mythical beast. You really hope today in this goofy shirt isn’t the day you do.

You return to the dining room a few minutes later clad in the neon green monstrosity, tugging at it in a futile effort to make it look better. “Happy now, Diane?!,” you holler as you enter, only to find her standing directly in front of you at the hostess stand, face to face with a man you’d never seen in here before — who you almost run right into, not looking where you’re going. He’s tall and broad with dark brown curls laced with grey streaks, and gray patches in the short beard that frames his jaw. He catches you when you nearly bump right into him, and you look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever encountered. Your cheeks go red when you realize what you’ve done.

“Whoa there,” he says, smiling down at you as you stutter out an apology. “It’s alright, no harm done,” he responds, voice gentle but deep. It’s true, he didn’t even budge when he caught you, and you’re fairly certain if you’d fallen, the outcome would’ve been the same.

“Sorry about that Joel. C’mon, your table’s ready,” she says, patting Joel’s arm and leading him forward, not before turning back to you and saying, “Certainly am. Now go grab some coffee for Table 7 for me, will ya sweetie?” with a smile. You’d just run almost smack into a customer, and she wasn’t upset with you or anything. You shouldn’t be surprised, that’s just Diane, but you’re used to much larger reactions to small mistakes. You just nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, but your eyes are drawn once again to the man she’s leading away. He’s looking back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine, one you’re certain has nothing to do with the chill in the air this time. He’s wearing a plaid button-down and a utility jacket, with cheeks and a nose tinged pink from the cold. You tear your eyes away anxiously and head for the coffee pot.

You’ve got your hand around the decaf pot, pouring another cup for the regular at the bar counter, when your eyes find Table 7, your next destination. You see the man, Joel, Diane had called him, with his back to you, facing out the window, newspaper in hand. You steel yourself once again, switch coffee pots, and head for his table.

You approach from the side, hoping not to spook him as he’s engrossed in the paper he has in hand. Christ, when was the last time you saw a physical newspaper? It’s kinda cute, you think, seeing someone reading one on a cold morning with a cup of coffee. So picturesque. Especially someone as handsome as he is, and you find yourself staring at his broad shoulders and dark curls again before he looks up from his reading.

“Hey,” you start, a little shaky, “sorry again, about before. Don’t know what I was doing, not looking where I was going,” you smile a little, shaking your head at your mishap.

“Really, it’s fine. You seemed, uh, preoccupied,” he says, looking down at the offending design on the tshirt you’re wearing, before looking back up at you. “It’s certainly a change from the regular uniform, huh?” he says, smiling at you. The way his eyes crinkle as he does plants a warmth in your chest you aren’t expecting. It’s been so long since you felt it, it’s almost unfamiliar. Your cheeks warm as you smile back at him, hoping it comes off as embarrassment from your wardrobe rather than bashful attraction. You’re about to tell him it’s certainly not a permanent solution, when he speaks again. “So, Sweetie, huh? Haven’t seen you around before — that what they call you in here?” he questions, smirk playing at his lips.

You laugh in response and introduce yourself, and tell him this isn’t your normal shift, but you’ll probably be around for it moving forward. You take his breakfast order, and tell him you’ll let him get back to his paper.

You don’t converse much more when you bring Joel his breakfast, just quiet thanks when you refill his coffee cup. He looks so peaceful, you almost hate to interrupt each time. You ask Reggie about him when you both have a minute behind the counter.

“Yep, that’s Joel. Gorgeous, isn’t he? Started coming in a few months back with an older lady, then more regularly by himself. She’s with him once in a while, kinda seems like a mom vibe, but she doesn’t look like him. Anyway, I think he works construction or something, always coming in with those boots on looking like a lumberjack,” Reggie says flippantly. “Heard from the older lady one day when he was in the bathroom — his daughter went to college back in the fall, they’ve been trying to get him out ever since,” he said, looking sympathetic at the thought.

You feel your heart do a little squeeze at this newfound tidbit. A fresh empty nester. You know how hard it’s been for Diane, so much she’s taken to parenting the staff in her daughter’s stead. Staring at Joel’s back as his head is bowed reading the paper, you begin wondering more and more about him. His daughter’s probably around eighteen, so how old is he? You’d guess he isn’t married, and you didn’t see a ring. Who is he? Why does he come here to read his paper each day? And most importantly — how soon can you find out the answers to these questions? You don’t want to ambush him at all and scare him off, but you’re drawn to him, and so very curious.

Meanwhile, Joel is stealing glances at your reflection in the diner window in front of him, watching you laugh with Reggie and the customers at the bar, smiling sweetly when someone makes a request of you. He needs to get out of there before he starts feeling creepy, he thinks. He rises and walks to the counter to settle his bill with Reggie at the cash register, glancing at you when he does so, futilely trying to balance showing interest and being weird. He leaves a nice tip in the jar for all of you to share, but just before he turns to go, he looks back at you, locking eyes.

“Oh uh, Sweetie?,” he says, smirk on his face. He looks almost bashful when he speaks next, like he’s working up the courage. “Glad you’re picking up. Look forward to seein’ you again,” he smiles. The look on his face when he says it is so sincere, you could melt on the spot. He was nervous about his joke, you could tell, but recovered when you laughed in reply.

“Looking forward to it too, Joel. Enjoy your day,” you say, smiling wide in return. He gives a little wave to everyone before grinnig down at his shoes and walking out of the diner into the crisp February air. Your eyes follow him out to the pick-up he hops into, before looking back over to Reggie and Tony, staring at you devilishly.

“And I’m looking forward to seeing this story unravel,” says Reggie, looking over at Tony and grinning, like something juicy has just unfolded before their eyes. The two are laughing while you smile and wave them off, wiping down the counter. Diane emerges from the office at the sound of their hearty laughter, reading glasses slipping down her nose, notepad in hand, and stares back at the three of you.

“What’d I miss?!,” she asks. You’re smiling too much to respond with anything genuine, so you return to your wiping, and let Reggie take the lead.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Wait, We Have a Talking Cat?!? (Shanks x Fem Reader)

@kazenomegaminowanpisu ask for shanks x fem reader and that fem reader adopts a magical cat. I got my inspiration for my sassy magical cat from Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch. I wanted a really sassy cat and Salem was the sassiest! Well, I hope you like it and thanks for the request my friend!

Being the only girl on the Red Force could be lonely.  Yes, you were with Shanks.  He was the best boyfriend ever, but you know what they say.  Boys will be boys.  And boy, did those boys live by that phrase.  “Hey Shanks,” you asked one night while laying with him in bed, “can I get a cat?”

He looked over at you puzzled.  “I mean sure Y/N but why?”

You sighed, “I used to have a cat as a kid named Bingo and I loved that cat.  I think it would be fun, plus I’m the only girl so I’d be nice to have a companion that isn’t a grown man.”

Shanks looked at you.  His gray eyes looked into your (e/c) ones.  He caressed his lovely girlfriend’s right cheek with his hand. “Then on the next island you can go adopt a cat.  I’ll tell the boys now.  It’ll be like we have Uta back!”

“Are you comparing your own daughter to a cat?  Why?”

“Both can be adorable but will rip your head off when angry.”

“Oh god,” you laughed while rolling your eyes.

***

When you reached the next island, you headed straight for the shops, while Shanks and the rest of the crew headed to the bars.  You saw one little pet shop called “Ms. Crystal’s Pets and Magical Goods”.  You walked inside and it was not like any shop you had ever seen.  The walls were a dark maroon shade while all the lighting was fairy lights or pendants that looked like stars or moons.  The shelves were lined with not only pet toys and pet food, but also small little trinkets.  You approached the old orniet oak counter where a sweet looking old woman stood.  “Hello dear,” she said with a smile, “what can I help you with?”

You smiled back, “I’m looking for a cat.  Do you have any?”

“Of course.  And I know just the right one for you.”

She disappeared into the back, while you awaited your new little furry friend.

***

“So he lost his arm saving my namesake,” your cat Luffy asked you.  The sweet old lady at the pet store told you that this cat was special, it had magical powers.  Besides talking, he could also create objects out of thin air, which came in handy when you ram out of important materials and supplies on the ship.  Everyone knew about Luffy’s powers on the ship, everyone except Shanks.  All the other boys found out when Luffy accidentally started talking to them about giving him a pet.  Benn Beckham’s came when he asked him what Benn was short for: Benjamin, Bennet, Benedict, Bennifer.  Luffy talked in front of Shanks, but he was drunk and thought he was seeing things.

“He did lose it saving Luffy,” you replied, “Luffy is a devil fruit user and was drowning so Shanks went in and saved him, but a Sea King ate Shanks’ arm.”

“So my name sake is an idiot?”

“No, he was seven and was thrown into the water.”

Luffy laughed.  He was definitely a sassy cat, but you were just as sassy.  “Well, I’m hungry, so I’m getting a snack.  Do you want anything?  Tuna? Maybe a devil fruit like the other Luffy?  Then you can go for a swim.”

“I’d love one…wait, are you trying to kill me?  Never mind you can’t live without me,” the black cat said, putting emphasis on me.

“Tuna it is then.” you laughed walking out of the room to the kitchen.

A few moments later someone walked into yours and Shanks’ room.  Luffy spoke up, “I hope you brought me the nice tuna from the blue can, and not that garbage kind in the red one.”

There was no answer.  Luffy looked up and noticed a surprised Shanks, grey eyes wide open. 

“Oh crap,” the black cat said with his emerald green eyes wide in shock.

When you return from the kitchen you notice your main man and your magical cat staring at each other.

“When were you going to tell me our cat talked? Does the rest of the crew know?” Shanks asked, grabbing your shoulders, staring at you in complete disbelief.

“All the boys know. Luffy’s talked to you a lot, but you’ve been really drunk,” you laughed.

“I was also the one who created that necklace you bought Y/N for her birthday,” Luffy interrupted.  Shanks stared at the cat and then at you.

“He creates objects too!  Oh my god I love this cat. What else can you do Luffy?”

“That’s about it but don’t ask me to make you a new arm.  I like you, but I tried that once with my old owner.  Now she has an extra leg.”

“Awesome.”

“You’re not mad about the cat?” you asked.  You were scared that he would want you to get rid of the cat since you never told him.

He smashes his lips into yours.  “Of course not.  Even if Luffy wasn’t a cool magical cat and instead hated me, I’d let you keep him.”

You kissed him on the cheek and said, “I love you Shanks!  If you excuse me, I’m going to go get water.”

“Love you too,” he answered back.

He sat with Luffy for a few seconds in silence until his new favorite feline asked, “So Beckham, does Benn stand for Benjamin or Bennifer?”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[lonesomedotmp3]

ok enough time has passed. short n sweet song rating

taste - I like it! it's kinda of overproduced and ditzy (like, sonically? I don't know how to describe it. hollow ig) but it's fun petty a little bit gay it helps that the mv is really good 8/10

please please please - like. whatever. I'm honestly over it. 5/10

good graces - 2/10 I do not like this song as soon as I heard this song I knew it was over for us I'm serious. melody is good but the lyrics and vibe is garbage and it DOES NOTTTTT FIT ON THIS FUCKING ALBUMMMMMM

sharpest tool - this is the closest song we have that could be an eics song. but crucially it's not so it's not as good. but I still like it <3 the "we never talk about it" end to the chorus and its repetition is really lame and underwhelming though idk. 7/10

coincidence - I really like this one I like the aggressive guitar I like the whispery adlibs. doesn't feel like it fits the album much (though truly what does fit the album the album is nothing!) and it NEEDS a better longer bridge.... why are these songs so fucking shortttt SABRINA. ANSWER MY CALLS. 8/10

bed chem - I kinda like this one sorry beth... in a sense this is everything wrong with new sabrina but well I think we'd have really good come right on me I mean camaraderie said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be where art thou why not uponeth me see it in my mind let's fulfil the prophecy. bridge is ass though 6/10

espresso - I am still not sick of that's that me espresso... that's literally that me espresso. 10/10 yes it ushered in a horrible era but it's a banger I'm sorry. I'm sorry you can't accept when a song is catchy and fun. what I hate though is it should have been an individual single song like honeymoon fades. the vintage beach vibes stand out so heavily against the production of literally every other song I know I already said loads of songs don't fit (BECAUSE. NOTHING FITS IT'S REALLY BAD GUYS) but it's true of this song most of all. you're literally listening to an entirely different sound and album for three minutes... 10/10 but she shouldn't even be here. or alternatively maybe if the whole album gave this sound and energy it would've been good 🤷

dumb and poetic - I LOVED this on first listen now I don't really care. her voice on "jack off to lyrics by leonard cohen" and the kinda reverb is so good as well as you're so empathetic you'd make a great wife and I promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life... also this seriously happened to rachel mcguire I can't emphasise that enough! 6/10

slim pickins - god. YAWN. I liked this when I saw the live version before the album drop but the production sucked all the life out of it lol. it's repetitive and the gay awakening line pisses me off. that one tiktok voice I'll break your heart just as bad!!!! but I do love the line lord knows he isn't living large... 4/10

juno - I literally switch between loving and hating this. "you make me wanna make you fall in love" is SO fun... but wowie it does not resonate... and using juno as the vehicle to describing wanting to get pregnant is so weird idk she was a teen and she should've aborted that thing... whatever. it's definitely one of the best sounding on the album 6/10

lie to girls - boring but pretty good. the how many things of short n sweet perhaps. 5/10 ok actually I'm listening now and I'm not fucking with it at all. 3/10

don't smile - I tune out by this point. sounds nice 5/10 but makes no sense as a closer for an album that's ENTIRE deal is I'm confident and sexy and silly!!! like girl where is the silly. this is such an abrupt serious end to a bunch of nonsense. excuse my phrasing. juno should've been the last song DUH end on a HIGH not a phony moment of emotion

AS AN ALBUM. literally none of this coheres it's all over the place even though all of the songs are also kinda about the same things and it gets really repetitive? I don't know how she did that but she did. that's some sort of accomplishment. it's so bad. sorry I really hate it. 2/10

[themoondkid]

Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter ღ

Oh so it's a smash...

Opening line - "I leave quite an impression?" Yes Sabrinoorie, you absolutely do!

Talking about lyrics, I love her writing style, the wordplay, some of the lyrics make me gag and giggle, they're so unhinged, but honest, which I LOVE.

Here are some of my first thoughts for each song that I wrote down:

Taste - This is so chefs kiss. Such a good opener! AHH I'm so hyped!!

Please please please - My favourite single, it's fun to sing, the lyrics are a lol, I love her cheekiness, the opening and floating synths are addicting

Good graces - A R&brina?!! Yep, it is and it is a bop. The guitar line is special. Love the repeating I won't gaf about you. This song should and will stay in my good graces.

Sharpest tool - It's a good song, I was definitely vibing, don't know how I feel about the vocal effect, feels quite unsettling, but hey, maybe I don't get the vision, I like the lyrics though

Coincidence - Woah, the guitar goes crazy. I can totally imagine Sabrina and her team in the studio, having a music sesh talking about this dummy, 'cause this bridge said whaaaattt. i feel so bad for her

Bed chem - First 10 secs I'm already shivering, reminded me of some 90s song. SABRINA! The flow, the beat, the runs, the humour, the horny AHJVBAEVB You obssesed? I'M obssesed!

Espresso - Now get up, THE song of the summer (might be record of the year...)

Dumb & poetic - these lyrics WOW, so deep and direct

Slim pickins - We getting country! It's a country diss track!! She silly goofy so funny

Juno - Wait I'm up again! I was vibing so hard, but omg the lyrics... Guys, do you think she's horny?

Lie to girls - Might be a grower for me, but yeah it hurts and damn this outro!

Don't smile - Aghh the instrumentals, "cry bcs it's over" oh absolutely, the best way to end the album wow, amazing closer.

[influencermagazineuk]

This is a special MTV Europe Music Awards, hosted by none other than Rita Ora, on what marks close to a month since One Direction's Liam Payne lost his battle with the cancer. This comes a year after their duet single For You, from 2018. As Ora narrated a somber night amidst much celebration, her voice had been cracking when describing Payne as "one of the kindest people that I knew.". Wearing a dark suit, Ora's tribute was an introspective moment in an high-octane event where Taylor Swift became the first artist in the 30 years of EMAs history to have taken home three Best Artist awards. Other winners included Raye, Sabrina Carpenter, Tyla, and Benson Boone. Raye, crowned Best UK and Ireland Act, performed her chart-toppers Escapism and Body Dysmorphia to a lively audience. This is the first time the EMAs have taken place in the UK since 2017, and Ora hosted it for the third time. To close the show, Ora maintained a more subdued tone as she suspended her usual energetic hosting to honor Payne. Michael Doherty, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons "I just wanted to take a moment to remember somebody very dear to us," she began, speaking directly to the audience. "We lost him recently. He was a big part of the MTV world, my world, and I think many of yours at home and everybody here tonight." «And, you know, there were so many ways we were talking about honoring him, but I think sometimes just speaking is enough. She also spoke about Payne's warm character: "Liam Payne was one of the kindest people that I knew. Ora lauded his generosity, even calling him someone who "had the biggest heart" and was "always the first to help.".". "He brought so much joy to every room he walked into and left such a mark on this world. So let's just take a moment to remember our friend," she concluded. Later, a short video was played. It consisted of some shots of Payne and a part of the One Direction song Night Changes. Pictures of Payne filled screens around the arena with the caption, "MTV remembers Liam Payne 1993-2024.". Meanwhile, Taylor Swift continued her incredible year, taking four awards: Best Artist, Best Video for Fortnight, Best Live Act, and Best US Artist. Swift couldn't make it to the Manchester show as she was preparing for the final stretch of her Eras tour in Canada; however, she did video in to say thanks, everyone appreciated that. She even spent Sunday cheering on her boyfriend, Kansas City Chiefs player Travis Kelce to an NFL game in Kansas City. Accepting the award, Swift said she was coming to everyone from the Eras tour. How much she wished to have been with them that night, but thank you so much for these amazing awards. She also gave thanks for her fans and also for the wonderful contribution of a fellow artist, Post Malone, who was included in Fortnight. "The fact that you have honored the tour, everything that's happened with the album this year, the video, it's just unbelievable," she said, adding that she'd enjoyed performing in Europe earlier in the year. Elsewhere, Sabrina Carpenter won Best Song with her hit Espresso, though the failure to attend was owing to her performance on her Short n' Sweet tour in San Diego. In a bid to forge a unique opening act, an emerging star, Benson Boone, took to the stage suspended high above the audience at Manchester's Co-op Live arena playing the piano. Boone has got Best New Artist and said he is shocked and thankful. "I was completely unprepared for this, but I will say I've not been doing music a crazy long time," he admitted, going so far as to say that he only had recently discovered his voice, passion, and career path. Raye was also part of the many celebrities who appeared live, entertaining the audience with her performance and winning Best UK and Ireland Act. Her prominent appearance and heartfelt thanks to the audience reflected all the many mixed emotions that filled the night. It was the EMAs combined celebration, remembrance, and excitement of live performance in creating an indelibly stamped mark on every viewer's mind during that media view on the television set as Ora sang her tribute song for Payne. Read the full article

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Sabrina Carpenter's Grammy Nominations

I'm so happy my girl finally got nominated. Even though Short n Sweet wasn't my favorite album of hers I'm just so happy my girl's finally getting the recognition she deserves. That being said, I really wish Emails I Can't Send got this recognition. Best album of 2022, and deserved aoty, I said what I said. Truly some of the most amazing song writing I've ever listened to and the VULNERABILITY. Truly her best work and it resonates with something deep inside me. This album reintroduced me to Sabrina after stopping listening to her as a regular listener after Singular Act 2. Let me just say it changed my life, developed my music taste into what it is today and dare I say saved me. Maybe I'm being over dramatic and emotional but truly, that album means the world to me. While I'm so happy that Short n Sweet is a success, I just wish some of that had gone to other eics songs as well instead of just Nonsense and Feather. But omg, Nonsense or Vicious deserved pop song of the year. Anyway super happy for the Espresso and Short n Sweet nominations and am soo proud of my girl. Been a fan since gummy bears and Sofia the First.

[anonymouslichen]

big big stuff guys

been punished for not doing my actual important work by my blog that no one read anyway being deleted. which sucks but i'll have more blogs. google says tumblr is a blogging website so i'll just treat it like that for now.

what doesn't suck and is actually awesome is that we got the entire band to meet last night. hell yeah ! new drummer is sick, and also not my best friend's ex-boyfriend, so thats really cool. all love to the old guy tho trust. we hit up chilis and i got chicekn tenders, and only ate 1 because our goddess of a lead singer bought us a pizzookie at the same time and i ate that shit up.

big stuff happening so i am excited. want to focus on some theme stuff for now. every successful music artist right now is incredible at treating music like exactly what it is; art. in the pop scene right now, you obviously have the queen of theming- Chappell Roan. Then also you have Sabrina Carpenter, and her incredible set, outfits, and everything on her new Short 'n Sweet tour. A little less over the top of an example, but Charli XCX and Troye Sivan on the sweat tour is also an amazing example. Music is more than sounds and while that has always been clear, and there has always been a major emphasis on performance as an art itself, its wonderful to see so much pure artistry come out of pop music right now. That being said, and I hate to bring this up, it really reminds me of early Panic! At the Disco. Loved them as a kid before I had any way to know anything about them outside of their music sounding good, but that show in Denver that everyone talks about it talked about for a reason. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out I believe is one of the best examples of the concept I am sort of failing at articulating right now. For their literal debut album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out is a work of art. Its still original, at the time it was unexpected, and despite it being so different from what the rest of the scene was doing, they stuck with it and rode it hard. The whole carnival circus thing they had going on was so well executed in their sound and visuals that it is rare you really see anything like it. I can only really imagine the mastermind behind this was Ryan Ross, as the theming for albums afterward sort of fell off following his departure. I mean not that I know anything. Anyway, my point is its all wonderful to see, and I would love love love love love love love to see more of it.

bringing this idea into my own band is definitely something i want to convince our singer to do. and she's an angel so hopefully she fucks with it. no one is going to understand the significance of what i just wrote until we are like big and famous and garbage but its fine. can't believe i rode so hard on capitalization for that whole rant section geez.

anyway i love music, i love performing, and i want to be over the top with it.

night night,

lichen.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 62

Word count:3712

Warnings :just a crazy bitch doing crazy bitch stuff .

A/N listened to "Every breath you take " while reading this chapter it gets you in the mood .

Sabrina Miller was your typical happy girl always had a big smile on her face ,you would never see her not smiling ,she was your friendly girl who always wore colorful colors .She love anything pink and girly she was the nicest girl ever.She volunteers at the animal Shelter every weekend when she is not at school.Sabrina was 5'3 skinny ,perfect breast,perfect body ,perfect lips, blonde hair ,she was what every girl wanted to be .Sabrina was an A student ,her GPA was the highest of her class.

Her father and mother both professors at Hawkins university where proud of there daughter they always put her as an example to all there students .

She was the perfect daughter .

But behind that perfect was something that her parents hid .Everyone always wonder why a straight A student like Sabrina would be at Hawkins local college when she could be at Harvard ,Oxford or any other college .

But she was here in Hawkins a small town where nobody knew where Sabrina and her parents came from..

Nobody even knew when they first moved in to Indianapolis,they were the quiet family that kept to themselves and only themselves .Knowone hung out with them .They knew them of course because Mr.Miller and his wife would donate to the college to keep it alive .

But that was about it .

That family was a Mystery .

So back to Sabrina .

Well She was the envy of all the girls at The university .

Because Sabrina had the boys falling on her knees and because of that she got everything she wanted.So that's why she never understood why Eddie wasn't on his knees praising her like any other guy.She was so used to getting what she wanted .

And now she wanted Eddie and he was making it hard for her .So she was going to do anything on her power or get his attention and fall for her .No matter what it was .

Sabrina and Eddie met a month after school had started ,Sabrina was in her father's class she was there being an extra help for her father for extra credit .

Helping him grade papers and tutor students that needed the extra help .

Thats when Eddie caught her attention.

He was the only person alone in the class he wouldn't talk to anyone always concentrating in whatever her father said .He was actually paying attention.But somehow on his assignments it seems he never understood what was going on .

That's when Sabrina decided to ask

Her father if she could tutor Eddie .Only to get a little closer to him and get to know him .

"Sabrina ,he hasn't asked for help ?" Mr.Miller just sighted not looking at his daughter because he knew if he did he would fall for her sweet innocent face .

"Daddy ,but look ." Sabrina picked up on of Eddie's assignments showing it to her dad .But Mr.Miller knew his daughter ,he knew she wasn't doing it for the right reasons.He knew she has done things like this before ,she promise she would Change .

But he also knew Eddie needed the help .

"Just ask him if he needs the help ."

"Thank you Daddy !!" Sabrina turned to grab her purse but before walking out the door her dad stop her .

"But ask him if he wants the help IF he says no it's a No Brina do you understand!!"

Sabrina rolled her eyes and fake her damn smile answering in a sweet voice.

"Of course daddy ."

One morning after class Sabrina approach Eddie who was in the cafe that's was in school grounds ,he was sitting down in a booth at the very far corner drinking a coffee.

Sabrina put her best smile and fix her breast and walk over to Eddie.

"Hi." She said in a flirty voice .

"Hey ." Eddie responded not looking at her ,he was too busy typing on his cellphone .

Sabrina didn't like that ,she was use to having all the attention on her .

"I'm Sabrina ,but you can call me Brina for short ." She Sing song .

"Ok." Was all Eddie responded .He was still too focused on his cellphone to even look up at Sabrina .Who was already losing her patience .

"Is it ok if i sit here ?"

"Umm ." Eddie responded finally looking up at her .He didn't want to be rude and tell her to fuck off .

"Hi." Sabrina smiled looking at Eddie .

" Hi." Eddie half smiled feeling a little bit nervous not because there was a hot girl talking to him but because there was someone talking to him Eddie the freak .He was afraid this was a prank .

"My father told me you needed help with History ." She started the conversation.Eddie scrunched his brows he was trying his best to remember who her father was because to be honest he had never seen her around school.But if she was talking about history that meant her father was Professor Miller .

"Professor Miller is your dad ?" Eddie asked her

"Yeah ." She giggled ..

Eddie scrunched his brows wondering if he said something funny..

"He said you needed a tutor ." Sabrina flirted

"Tutor ?"

"Yeah ".

"No I don't ,my girlfriend actually is a history teacher and I was just telling her that I needed some

Help so she was helping me out with my assignment."

"Oooh ,your girlfriend is a history teacher ,but I mean she is not here I'm here and I can help you ."Sabrina smiled .

"No ,thank you ." Eddie responded and went back to his phone smiling when Dani had sent him a photo of Her belly .

In that moment something broke inside Sabrina she wasn't used for guys not wanting her and in that moment she promise herself she was going to do anything In her power to get Eddie .

But first she had to get the girlfriend out of the picture .

So that night Sabrina talked to her dad and convinced him to tell Eddie that he needed a tutor from school in order to pass his class .

Her dad agreed just Sabrina could stop bothering that he needed to grade some papers .

So that night he message Eddie letting him know he would be needing a tutor in order to pass his class .

So Eddie had to agreed he didn't want to failed the class .He wanted to make his family proud .

So as the days passed Sabrina tried her best to get into Eddie's heart but nothing would ever work she would wear the shortest skirt of the skankiest outfit but Eddie wouldn't even check her out he always too busy studying or texting his girlfriend .

so instead of trying to get in his pants she became his friend asking him about his pregnant girlfriend and his son.

She acted interested but would rolled her eyes when Eddie would show her pictures of Dani and Nate .

Eventually Sabrina investigated who Dani was and found out she recently got out of jail for Having a

Relationship with her student, Eddie being the student .

She try to dig for everything she could about Eddie and

Dani .She even found out where Eddie live .

She even found Liam's contact information,also uncle Wayne's .

She wanted to know everything about Eddie .

She even followed Eddie one night after he got out of work to his trailer and watch him go inside the trailer and when she made sure Eddie couldn't see her she got down her car and peak through the window to see if she could see something.But they had dark curtains .

This made her mad she wanted to see what Eddie did after work .

She even found the extra Key they kept on the plant by the front door.

One morning Sabrina woke up happy she got all dressed up for Eddie because today they where supposed to have lunch date ,well it was more of a

Study session .But when she arrived to school she never saw Eddie not even at her father's class .

This made her so mad because she woke up so early and got dressed up just for Eddie so he wouldn't be here .

She then found out Eddie had called in sick .

It made her mad .

How could Eddie had forgotten about there lunch Date  ?

So Sabrina got the assignments for the day from

Her father's desk and took them to Eddie's house .

She parked outside his trailer next to Dani BMW and got down .She was Happy when Eddie was the one to open the door that she hugged him tightly and started crying .She hadn't noticed that there was people staring at her then she heard a females voice .

"Umm hi." Eddie said awkwardly wondering why Sabrina was at his home and crying .

"Please tell me she is a long lost sister because then I'm not gonna understand this ."Sabrina then smile when Eddie pushed her away.He watched Eddie walked over to this Dani girl .She wasn't bad looking .Eddie did know how to pick them .But why couldn't she look at her the way he was looking at This Dani girl .

Sabrina scan Dani looking her up and down wondering what she had that she didn't .

Was it her dark hair ,or the way she dresses .

Was it because she had big lips?

What did she have that Sabrina didn't .

"Let go of me !!"dani pushed Eddie away "I know I do ."Sabrina's was taken from her thoughts when she heard Dani .she looked up at Dani and notice that she was staring at her already and this made Sabrina smile .

Eddie spun around to look at the Sabrina then at Dani .

"Dani that's Sabrina ,Sabrina my fiancee Dani ." He introduced them .

Dani had a resting bitch face at the moment .She was killing the girl Sabrina with her eyes .

Dani smiled ,well it was a fake smile "Sabrina like the witch ?"Dustin chuckled and cover his mouth when Eddie turned to glare at him.Sabrina felt insulted especially with the tone this girl was giving her but she maintain her cool .

Eddie pulled Dani close to him putting his arm over Dani's shoulder "Sabrina this is my fiancee Dani."

Sabrina lifted her eyebrow looking at Eddie's arm around Dani .This made her blood boil because Eddie never did this to her he rarely got close to her at all ,she wanted everything they had she wanted to be with him.

"Eddie has told me so much about you ,how are you ?' Sabrina smile politely walking over to Dani and extending her arm for her to shake .Sabrina kept her fake smile and pretending to be the happy girl

She was .

"Sabrina is my History tutor ."

Sabrina watch Eddie trying to calm

Dani at first she was liking the fact that she got mad maybe it was a start and they could get in a fight and then Sabrina could win Eddie .She smiled imagining all this scenarios where Eddie came running to her and telling her how in love he was with her and he was leaving Dani for  her .

But her dreams were shattered when Sabrina heard Eddie saying I love you to Dani .Sabrina then excuse herself because she couldn't stand watching them being in love .Eddie was supposed to be with her .Why wouldn't Eddie love her?

She stormed off the trailer not caring if anyone saw her .

She drove off to the closest clothing store to distract herself .Shopping will help plus today was Halloween and she hadn't bought a costume,She was supposed too but she was always too busy following Eddie after work .She waited till they fell asleep and then she would drive back home to Indianapolis .

Sabrina was invited to a party tonight she had a date with this guy she met back at college while she was at the Cafe waiting for Eddie . she didn't really like this guy she just wanted a distraction from Eddie until Eddie realizes they belong together .

She also wanted to make Eddie jealous .

Sabrina got down to this small clothing store that had a variety of costumes ,some where nice some were too slutty but nothing satisfied her .

The picture of Eddie and Dani was stuck in her head and this made her even more furious.She couldn't understand why Eddie didn't look at her the way he looked at Dani .

"Fuck ." She hissed ,a few tears fell down her cheeks.She wiped them with the back of her hand .She didn't want to show no weakness .she wanted to be strong .She told herself she was going to wait for Eddie but Eddie never paid attention to her .

Sabrina scanned through the racks of clothes and found a black hoodie way bigger than her size .She stared at it for an awhile then something came to her head .

If Dani wouldn't leave Eddie then she was going to scare her away .So she bought the hoodie and call her date to meet her in Hawkins.That they had better things to do, so her date drove from Indianapolis all the way to Hawkins to please Sabrina .

They met outside The clothing store leaving Sabrina's car parked there and taking her dates car .She gave him instructions of where to go .

First they made a quick stop at lovers lake when they saw there was something going on that's when Sabrina saw Eddie singing for Dani on stage .

Dani was sitting on a desk .Then after the song she jumped into his arms .This broke Sabrina even more .

Something Inside her head broke even more than it was broken .

She took her dates keys from his pocket .Her date following begin her getting into the passenger side not saying a word .

She drove until she was parked by the Forest Hills trailer park sign .

"Follow my lead ." She told her Date and got her bag from the back seat taking out two black hoodies and a face mask .

"Wear this ".

She instructed

"What this for ?" He asked

"Just wear it ok!!" She demanded

"Ok." Her date responded  and followed her to wherever she was going .

Sabrina stopped in front of Eddie's trailer thinking for awhile maybe she was overreacting and she shouldn't be acting this way .But she had to teach Eddie a lesson right?

He needed to understand they belong together .

Why couldn't he understand that .

Sabrina started walking without realizing she got the extra key from the plant and open the door walking in to the trailer home of Eddie and Dani .She walked around touching every little Thing ,her date following her asking her questions that she wouldn't answer .

"Whose house is this?"

"What are we doing here ?"

"Do you know this people?"

"Sabrina answer me!'"

Sabrina spun around she had a frame of Eddie and Dani on her hands the one That Nate took the night of the proposal in Disney.

She got so angry seeing the picture and seeing all the happy memories they had .She threw the picture almost hitting her date on the head .If it wasn't because he move to The side .

"Holy shit !!'"he said loudly ,then he watched Sabrina smashing things ,smashing windows .

"Get furniture outside !!" She shouted at her date .

"Are you crazy ?!? What's wrong with you why would

I do that !!??!" He didn't know what the fuck was going on ,But Sabrina look scary so he got ran out the trailer.

He ran until he got to his car .

But Sabrina wasn't having it, so she call her father to send her help to move some things.She was going crazy she didn't want Eddie to be with Dani she hated seeing all This pictures of Eddie smiling .But he wasn't smiling because of her .She hated every minute of it.

Maybe if she erased all the memories of Dani Eddie will forget about her ?

Sabrina thought .

She started getting whatever she could and throwing it outside .

Sabrina's date  didn't know what had gotten inside Sabrina's head ,she was always the nicest and sweetest girl.

He got into the car ,waited a little bit maybe he shouldn't leave her alone .Thats when he saw A van arriving with a bunch of men inside he wanted to get down to make sure she was ok but he was also afraid and not even 20 minutes after he saw fire from outside the trailer he was in and then the van with the man disappear then he saw her, Sabrina running towards the car .

She open the door and got in "I knew you would be here ." She smiled at her Date .

He didn't respond but turn on the car .But Sabrina told him not to drive away to stay for a bit .They waiting until the cops and firefighters arrive and until they saw Steve's BMW arrive .

Then they drove off .

After that little tantrum she felt so much better,she wasn't angry at Eddie anymore and went back to her plans to get Eddie back .

After the incident She was there for Eddie comforting him when she faked gasped and told her about what happen to his house .She was there helping him with his assignments .It was something Eddie didn't want he just wanted to be left alone .But he knew having Sabrina was part of passing his class and he knew he needed the help .

He just didn't know how long he would endure Sabrina .

So the month of November Eddie was studying the most, because his finals where coming he study and study and Sabrina was there by his side tutoring him .But she got mad when Eddie mention him and Dani were leaving to Indianapolis together .At first she was happy because she live there .

But then she wasn't happy when she followed them on there date and saw that they went in the apartment they where looking earlier .She followed them and watch through a window when they went inside she watched everything ,how Eddie worshiped Dani .How weak Dani made Eddie .She wish it was her inside making Eddie feel that way .

She got so mad she call the number of the real state saying someone was trespassing hoping to ruin the moment she stayed outside until they both got up  for

There clothes .

She left satisfied that night that she had ruined there night .

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Sabrina hated that Thanksgiving was here because that meant she wasn't seeing Eddie for a few days and that pissed her off .So she rented a hotel in Hawkins to feel closer to him .She followed him to wherever he went .the only time she wasn't able to was on thanksgiving night because she had to go home .

Her parents had called her to spend thanksgiving with them And she couldn't say no because they still paid for her bills and like a good daughter she was she drove off to Indianapolis forgetting about Eddie for a few days .That was until she saw Dani's social media of the Thanksgiving dinner and how happy they look Eddie kissing her cheek .

She could have that, she thought .

She imagined herself with Eddie on Thanksgiving ,she imagined Eddie kissing her cheek . she even printed out the picture Dani posted and cut her face off putting her own face instead .

She wanted all Dani had .

She didn't know what to do anymore .

Maybe she needed to scare Dani .

That's when she came out with a crazy idea ,she followed Dani Around for two days and got Dani schedule from the hospital ,so when she had all

The information she needed ,she hired two man well more like she forced them telling them if they didn't do it she was going to be force to lie to her father saying they both sexually abused her and she was going to ruin everything for them .

And both man knew she would do it ,she has done it before so they did as they where order .

They rented a pickup truck and waited for the Girl from the picture Sabrina had given them .

Sabrina was watching from afar in her own car watching everything unfold .But then she saw Dani with her two kids and dog .

"She was supposed to be alone not with the damn kids !!" She shouted inside her car ,but now there was no turning back she wanted Eddie to be with her so she needed to get rid of Dani .But now the kids were involved .

"I guess new plan.."she thought

She followed the pickup truck keeping her distance she had instructed to block the way to Dani then shoot her and not to do nothing to the kids and dog .

But then something went terribly wrong the truck hit Dani's car with too much force flipping them over .

Sabrina stop and watch from afar watching the car flipped a few times.She didn't want to hurt the kids but if that's what she had to do to get Eddie for her .I guess it was meant to be .

She walked over to the car crash and kneel down to see if the kids where ok she saw lyric crying and Nate unconscious.

"I'm sorry buddy." She whispered then she saw Dani laying in the floor screaming for help.This made her smile .She then got up when she heard the two man talking.

"Take the baby,I'll deal with her ." She pointed to Dani who was screaming Nate's name .

Sabrina then got the gun from one of the men and walked slowly towards Dani.She was a mess she couldn't even walk she on her side facing her kids so she didn't see Sabrina coming from behind.Plus her ears were buzzing so it was hard to hear anything.Dani was in too much pain that she didn't feel when Sabrina shot her in the back.Thats when she went unconscious.

Sabrina ran to her car with the gun in her hand ,she was supposed to meet the man a few blocks from here but when she got to there meeting spot they weren't there.

She started panicking when she heard sirens .

So she drove away with a big smile on her face not

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