#Took me a good few minute to work up the courage to ACTUALLY @ someone

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Something About Curly Hair and Any Character You Have in Mind

I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my curls. Delicately pulling on them, like a kid pulling on a string. Playfully and adoringly watching the curl bounce back. Maybe the person could even praise it, saying it's cute, or beautiful, or mesmerising. Especially if they don't have curly hair.

A few minutes ago, my girl friend did it to me, exactly how I've always dreamed, even if inside I wanted to pull away, afraid that she would mess it up, I didn't, and she didn't, and even if she did, I wouldn't care, because I'm starved. So here's this little scenario that I finally felt courage and inspiration to write.

This was written based on my own experience having 123B hair, that has some volume on it (how do you even measure that??), with definition, so you must imagine it was very indulgent.

Also works for Readers of any race!!!! I just specify they have natural curls, didn't even mention the colour.

Gn!Reader and Gn!Character so you reaaaally can imagine whoever you want. But the character probably doesn't have curly hair, and learns to do different hairstyles on you (it's different doing it on yourself and then doing on other people, so you still can imagine any gender or appearance on them). Sex is mentioned. I'm tagging this with the first characters that come to my mind while writing this, just to make it easier.

Might edit this later because it's currently 3am and I'm sleepy as fuck

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They love you. That means they love everything about you. And they love your hair.

They think the volume is sexy. Think clouds can't be softer. Think the way the light reflects on it is ethereal. Think the curls smells heavenly. Think the shape is unmatched.

When you move your hair, it's like being a kid and having a first crush again. Especially if the action causes the delicate smell of it travel through the air faster than they can blink, and they're swallowed in a fog of you.

When you sleep in the same bed together for the first time, and every other time after, they like to wake up before you. Just to admire your peacefull beauty for a while. Like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's the best way to start a day.

Sometimes, boredom doesn't get to them because tracing curl patterns in your hair with their eyes is entertainment for a lifetime. Never before have they noticed that someone can have more than one curl texture, and how unique and perfect that mixture can look.

There's moments where they get distracted by you. You, taking their attention from something supposedly more important at that moment. Either you smell too nice, or look too good, or shine too bright. And they just can't seem to find anything more interesting than looking at you and your hair.

The first time they touched it, they were surprised by how soft it was, like cotton. Almost weightless, despite it's volume and length. Other people's hair surely doesn't feel like this. They spend so much time touching it the first time, that you have to ask them to stop, or you wouldn't have a nice hair day the next day. They looked like a kicked puppy, so you taught them to gently scrunch from the bottom.

They think bonnets are funny at first, but not in a bad way. They're not laughing at you. Mostly giggling, actually. They understand you may have needed some courage to look like this with them around. And it's like a tiny, almost nonexistent, relationship goal. To be intimate enough to feel confortable wearing a bonnet in front of your partner. And they love that you have no problem doing it.

They even buy silk sheets and pillows if it might help you. It might be morte confortable and not mess with your hair. And they understands sex while having curly hair might be frustrating at times.

Speaking of, they won't pull or mess with it unless you ask for it. They took very seriously your lesson from the first time. And if you have some instructions to give them on how to do it while causing less damage, then you certainly will lift a weight off some shoulders.

Oh, and the difference of how it looks when it's wet and then dry? They can't believe their eyes for a moment. Logic seems to escape. It feels impossible. But it isn't. And they're amazed. Almost jealous for not being as gorgeous as you. They understand why someone would be jealous of you.

Actually, they partially think others should be. If someone dares to utter you are less than stunning, then oh boy. God help them.

Any styling is great. And they're so in love with you, so focused on you, eyes solely on you, that they think no hairstyle looks as good on other people, as they look on you. Even if you hate it, he thinks it looks way better than it would have on anyone else.

Also, they learn some things. They learns to curl with their fingers, how to put on clips, how to do some braids, or buns, or pigtains, or anything you wear often. Even something you never did, but they think will make you ethereal, they will do it on you. They might not even teach you, just so you'll need them for something.

They feel part of their heart breaking if you straighten it. Sure it looks good. If it makes you happy, than they're happy. But it's far from a favorite look on you. It's not the natural you. And they love you. They might love a modified version of you, but only because they love you. Just the way you are.

And if you ever feel insecure, I assure you, they're gonna fix you right up.

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[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] "Kinky"

Summary: He was about 99% certain you'd reject him when he approached you at the saloon one night. When Sam and Abigail had gone home for the night, and it was just the two of you, Sebastian had finally worked up the courage to address the tension between the two of you! One so palpable that he could almost taste it, and you could as well. Which is why...the word 'no' didn't even come close to coming out of your mouth when you agreed to have a one-night stand with the town's local recluse.

Warning(s): Dirty Talking (On the reader's side!), Cowgirl, Sprinkle of Dacryphilia (Pussy so good that Sebastian's reduced to tears), Switch!Sebastian, Switch!Reader, Mutual Masturbation (for a little bit),

Side Note(s): SDV Bachelors having one night stands with the farmer/reader is actually my new favorite trope now 😩

Sorry this didn't come out yesterday y'all, I got roped into a college party last minute—

"Do...you want to have a one-night stand with me?"

He hardly had any other ideas about how to phrase the question to you.

He couldn't be playfully flirty like Sam or have a poetic coyness to his words like Elliot. Hell, he was certain that even Shane would have a better time finding a way to word whether or not someone would like to sleep with him! For Sebastian, however, he was...awkward. Hell, he was hardly able to look you in the eyes after he had popped the question.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth slightly ajar.

The few minutes you took to decide upon your answer were the most grueling few minutes of his entire life. But...when you had said yes?

The poor man nearly choked on his own air, especially when he already had it halfway solidified in his mind that you would tell him to go fuck off with a disgusted look on your face! Yet, the blush that began to rise to your cheeks was unmistakable, and it only continued to grow as you admitted to him that you've been harboring a small thing for him since you both first met.

"So..." You started to say after a minute of silence. "Do you—Do you want to come back to my place?" You suggested.

You giggled at how quickly Sebastian nodded his head, the man even stuttering out a nervous 'Sure' as if he were still trying to come to the fact that this was really happening to him! Not only did you admit to him that you thought he was attractive from the moment you both met, but you were now holding his hand and leading him out of the saloon and back to your farm! He felt like a lost duckling almost...however, it was hard to think about appearances and whatnot when tonight was about to be the night his wet dreams finally came true.

. . .

Thus, that's how both of you ended up where you are now.

On your couch in the living room, playing with each other's sexes while Sebastian's mind swam with just how dirty you were. "F-Fuck..." He mumbled into your mouth as you kissed him, grateful that your eyes were closed while Sebastian's eyes were glued to how your hand massaged and stroked his leaky cock. He was sooo wrong for thinking that you were innocent, all those blushy, nervous looks directed his way whenever he'd look over to you or said a greeting to you had to have been just a show for the masses!

The way you parted from his mouth, a few strings of your spit still connecting the two of you together until it was broken by you lowering your head to his dick to spit on the tip. It was sinful, absolutely filthy. Especially the way you teasingly licked his tip before you rose your head to smash your lips against his once more, your tongue shoving into his mouth before a broken moan left your lips when he gently pinched your aching clit. "Sebastian..." You moaned into his mouth.

He chuckled at how your ministrations on him faltered a little, giving him the confidence he needed to speed up how his fingers danced upon your clit. Sebastian took his lips from yours, bringing them to your ear before he bit down onto your ear lobe. "Feels good?" You could feel the smirk that began to creep onto his lips. Yet, you hardly had any fight in you to try and bite back at the loner as your thighs twitched at how he began to play with your cunt, gathering the slick that oozed from your clenching hole before he'd flick your clit and repeat the process.

"Had I known you would've been this eager to fuck me—" He pressed a kiss to your neck, a soft moan leaving his lips as he inhaled your scent. "—I would've asked you sooner..." You felt yourself heat up at his words, your thighs twitching even more around his hand as even more moans and whines slipped from your lips, the knot in the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten more and more in anticipation of your oncoming release. Sebastian didn't mind how your hand began to slow before stopping completely in its ministrations, the sounds of your sweet moans and cries of his name...begging him to give you more, it made the throbbing ache in his cock all the more bearable as he focused on bringing you to your release, each flick of his finger or him teasingly slipping into your wanton hole before immediately taking it away only serving to somehow drive you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so sweet. After all this was done and he had fucked your pussy into the shape of his cock, the thought of taking things further with you...it didn't sound half-bad to the recluse. Your teary eyes looking at him as if he had personally hung the moon and stars in the sky was far too addicting to allow anyone else in this town to try and steal away from him.

"So cute farmer," He chuckled as he brought his face closer to your own. "Y' gonna cum on my fingers?" He continued. "All I'm doing is flicking this needy clit and that's enough to make you like this?" You could only manage a huff before you mustered up enough strength to take his face into your hands before smashing his lips to yours, effectively shutting him up as your tongue slipped between his lips. The delicious groan from Sebastian was enough to finally make you tip over the peak, your hips bucking into Sebastian's hand a few more times before you cried out into his mouth, tears of pleasure slipping down one of your cheeks before you had started to whine from overstimulation.

And thus, Sebastian parted from your mouth, his eyes hazy with need and desire as he stared into your watery orbs for a few seconds more before he finally took his fingers away from your cunt.

He stared at his dripping fingers before he slipped them into his mouth, groaning at your musky taste. "You taste good," Sebastian said.

As you slowly came down from your high, you had just barely caught onto the recluse's words through the slight buzzing in your ears. But...unlike moments before when you were embarrassed and ready to blush at a moment's notice, you only giggled at his words instead as you turned your head to face Sebastian. "Really?" You hummed before you took hold of his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth.

Sebastian's cock jumped at how you so boldly slipped his fingers into your lips, the feeling of your tongue licking across his digits and sucking them...oh, he could only imagine how your mouth would feel on his cock, doing the exact same thing. But, the time for you to suck him off would have to come later. All he could do was think about how your cunt would feel wrapped around him— "You up for another round?" You asked.

"Are you?" He laughed.

Your mouth left his fingers with a lewd 'pop' before you could offer Sebastian a simple smile. You had gently pushed him to lie down on your couch, giggling at the rather adorable way he gasped in shock. "I am, " you said, doing your best to contain your excitement. "Mostly 'cause...you saw me tear up from how good your fingers felt on my pussy. To thank you, I should do the same, right?"

Without waiting for a definite answer, one that probably wouldn't have come to begin with due to how shocked Sebastian was at how easily you took control of the situation, you lined your cunt up to his rock hard cock, twitching and leaking as if begging for your attention. You giggled. "How ever did you manage to hold out for as long as you did, Sebby?" You chuckled as you grabbed ahold of his cock, a soft moan leaving Sebastian's lips. His breaths grew quicker and quicker as you lowered your cunt to the tip of his dick, the heat of your cunt so close to hisdick nearly driving him insane as he tried to buck up to feel your cunt. One that was met with you quickly taking your pussy away from him as you mockingly laughed at him. "So impatient..." You tsked at him.

"I suppose I have to give you that though, I was pleasure-drunk with how your fingers flicked my clit." Before allowing him to respond, you suddenly sunk your pussy down onto Sebastian to the base. The moan that tore from his throat was something you could easily get addicted to. The softness and neediness of it all filled your entire body with warmth as you leaned your body forward to press gentle kisses to Sebastian's face as a small apology. "Sorrysorrysorry Sebby," You repeated over and over again. "My pussy felt too good for you to handle all of a sudden?"

When Sebastian felt that he was able to look you in the eye, he looked at you with a cute pout. "Ha...ha...j-just wait for a minute—Ah!"

You smirked as you playfully cocked your head to the side, you weren't expecting Sebastian to let out that type of noise. "Oh?" You hummed as you firmly planted your hands onto Sebastian's chest. "What was that? You sounded so cute, Seb!" You praised.

And like before, you interrupted Sebastian with another slam of your hips down onto his abdomen, steadily finding a comfortable rhythm for yourself, one that was able to continue to make your one-night stand continue to cry and sing out for you as cutely as he currently was!

"F-Fuck! Y/N...please...!" He begged as he threw his head back, his hands weakly grabbing at your hips in an attempt to anchor himself. Your pussy felt sooooo good on his dick, each lewd 'plap' or the sticky sounds of your arousal pooling at the base of his cock making his cock twitch and throb inside of your wet cunt. "Feels good?" You said, a mocking copy of his earlier words to you.

"You're so cute when you cry baby...this pussy feel too good for you to hold it in?" You panted to him. Your moan was mixed in with a laugh when you felt Sebastian's cock throb inside of you once more, desperate whines and moans leaving his lips as he felt his orgasm creep on him embarrassingly fast. But, he tried to endure it if it meant that you'd continue to fuck yourself up and down his cock, each movement from you making his head spin and feel as if he were floating closer and closer to heaven— "Don't get too pussy drunk and pass out yet, Seb—fuck...—I like seeing your eyes as I fuck this leaky dick of yours."

You felt your face flush even harder when Sebastian only responded with a needy whine. "C-Can't help it...your pussy feels too good—AH!" You pouted when Sebastian once again let his needy moans and whines interrupt his sentences once more, trails of spit cascading down the sides of his kiss-swollen lips and causing you to tap his cheek a little in an attempt to get him to focus.

"Focus baby..." You punctuated your words with swift kisses to his lips and forehead, licking your lips afterward as if the recluse tasted like a sweet treat. And, in your opinion? He did. With each slam of your hips, adorable 'aht ahts' left his lips as his grip upon your hips tightened more and more in tandem with his cock beginning to throb even more eagerly inside of your cunt. He was close, and you knew it. Yet, as much as you were into it, seeing your one-night stand cry out for you, his glistening spit wetting the sides of his mouth like some cheap toy. You felt yourself closing in on your orgasm as well, the way the veins of his cock glided against your walls, the tip of his cockhead pressing into your spongey g-spot...it felt so good that your head began to spin, your hips beginning to stutter in their movement ever so slightly.

Something that Sebastian managed to notice through the fogginess of his lust. "A-Are you close—Shit...fuckfuckfuck..."

You nodded your head. "C-Close...!" You whined back to him as you allowed your chest to collapse against his. It was then that Sebastian took control, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso before he planted the soles of his feet against the couch, fucking up into you like a man-starved. "Y-Yoba...!" He cried out, his voice ringing through your ears. His eyes lazily opened to look at your face as he chased his high, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as his head immediately tilted into the palm of your hand when you placed it against his face. "Fuck...Y/N..." He continued to pant. "You feel so good! I-I can't get enough of your pussy."

The soft smile you managed to give him before you pressed your lips against his own was what made him finally tumble over the edge. Ropes and ropes of his hot cum flooding your insides to the brim as the feeling made you reach your high as well. The two of you stilled against one another as you relished in your shared highs, you and Sebastian's mixed cum beginning to ooze from your pussy despite his cock still plugging you up.

When both of you finally came down from your highs, you were shocked at how obvious the lovesick look was in Sebastian's eyes. You giggled. "You're so obvious with your looks, Sebby," You teased. "What? My pussy was so good that it's got you falling in love?" You weren't expecting him to nod his head, as much of a shock it was for him to figure out that you were secretly freaky as hell...he wanted more of it, more of your touches and more of your pussy sliding up and down his cock. He wanted more of your kisses as well as the way you looked at him; he couldn't just give this all up!

"Can...can we see each other again?" He asked. "I...reallyyy like you."

[ursemma]

So long, London. -LN4

Ꮚ Lando Norris × fem!reader.

Summary: Dating F1 driver isn't really easy, especially when you are blue.

(loosely based on some real life events.)

Warnings: angst

Let me know what you want to read next.

You should've known this was going to happen. You and Lando, were polar opposites of eachother in every aspect of life. From upbringing, to personality, likes, dislikes, name one thing, and you'll have different opinions. But that's not the thing that tore you both apart, the real thing that did was your life.

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You moved to London to complete your further studies, and you were shocked to find Lando Norris being your neighbour. You weren't much of a cars go vroom's fan, but you knew about him through your friends.

He helped you move in, welcomed you, and was the best neighbour anyone could wish for.

Slowly this turned into a bond which was unbreakable.

But since he joined McLaren, he had to travel across the world, every now and then, and soon your family moved in, because of which the two of you never got personal time to share.

First few years into the relationship were great, but as the time passed, every thing started to fall apart.

You saw the comments under his posts regarding his girlfriend, your family starting throwing tantrums regarding your grades and career and soon became financially unstable, your brother started struggling to get a job, your bestfriend moved to a different city.

Due to these things loneliness crept in and everything became unbearable. Every day you woke up to fighting, tauntings and yellings, and as the days passed by the comments kept circling back and forth through your head.

Oh my god, even tho magui and him are doing an ad they look soo good together.

He should totally date her.

She's so pretty and matches his vibe, and aesthetic.

And due to the increasing distance you both never really spoke on such topics, also you did not want to bother him with your stupid problems.

And one day it suddenly hit you, you can't do this anymore. You can't pretend to happy, bcoz the entire 'fake it till you make it' is not working. Your family was a shit hole, a mess, a tangled knot that couldn't be solve anymore. You weren't doing fine, you needed someone.

You called Lando hoping to finally tell him everything, you called once, you called twice, but no one answered the phone, and then you decided it was the last time you'll call, the minute you were going to loose the hope he answered

LN: hello?

You: I wanted to talk to you

LN: um I'm actually quite busy, can I call you back later?

You heard the loud music, and yelling in the background, and frowned.

You: you're at the club?

LN: yeah, how about we talk later on?

You: But we haven't spoken since a week Lando, I really need to speak to you

LN: I know darling, but I can't talk to you in the club you know? I'll call you back, promise.

After hearing it, you hung up and signed loudly.

You waited and waited but there were no messages, or calls. Soon you realised that talking to him was pointless. He wouldn't get it. He was raised with love being fed from silverspoon, he has a nice, loving family, money, and everything you could only dream of. Also it's not like talking to him would change anything.

The more you thought the more unbearable it became, how could you tell him about this? The situation? Your family? How could you bring him into this mess? If tomorrow you get married, what would be think of this? You don't deserve him. His love. His family. Because you both are so different, it's not working out now, and it won't in future. So you decide to let him be free, and you slept crying on you pillow.

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A week passed by, and he finally called you,

LN: hello?

You: hello

LN: you wanted to talk?

You: yes

LN: I'm free right now so yeah go ahead

You: I think we should break up

LN: what?! Why?!

You swore you could hear the shock from his voice

You: it's not working out Lando

It took alot of courage to spoke those words.

LN: is it because I didn't call you frequently? I swear I was busy with training, and media stuff, the night I went to the club only because max forced my team to let me catch a break, I swear I'll make time for you just, please let's not breakup.

You could hear his voice breaking, and felt a sudden pain in your heart, but you knew it's for his betterment. He'll find someone else.

You: No Lando, it's not because of that, I mean part of it yes, but it's on me, I can't do long distance like this. It feels horrible not being able to love you openly, or come to your matches because of my family, and school, I can't be the ideal girlfriend to you.

You didn't speak the whole truth, but didn't lie either, your heart pained as those words came out of your mouth, and you could hear him breaking apart, and crying.

LN: we can try tho? Just for the time being, once you graduate, you can be with me, we'll travel the world, I'll take you to each and every circuit, you'll be in my jersey, I'll show you off proudly, please just wait?

You: I can't Lando please.

LN: you made up your mind?

You: yes.

LN: there's no changing? I- I really can't change it?

You: yes, you can't

LN: ok- okay.

You: I'm sorry

LN: I'm sorry too, for making you feel this way, that you can't be loved openly, but trust me, you're worth everything, and there's nothing more in the world I want aside from you. If you ever changed your mind, you know I'll be waiting for you. I love you.

You: I'll keep that in mind, I love you too.

LN: maybe next time.

You: maybe next time, goodbye Lan.

LN: goodbye my love.

As you hung up, tears flooded through your eyes, and your breathing became heavier, soon you started to gasp for air, as you felt a creeper tightening it's knot around your throat, and soon enough you fainted.

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Days went by, and you were helping your family packing the stuff, and suddenly you heard a familiar voice in your front porch.

You saw him speaking to your mom.

"you're... Moving out?" You heard him ask your mom with a fallen face, and frown hoping for it to be false.

"yeah, I thought she told you?" Your mom spoke, her facial expression clearly hinting that she's suprised.

"actually it's my fault, I've been too busy you know" you heard his voice becoming heavy as he spoke those words, but he quickly concealed it by asking another question, "do you mind if I ask why?"

"oh not at all dear, it's just the family is suffering financially alot, and we can't afford to pay the rent, so we're moving out to somewhere cheaper."

"is it in London?"

"no, we're going to different city."

You heard silence, and after a pause, with a heavy voice he spoke, "oh.., well let me help you"

You saw him helping your mom moving the boxes, like it's completely natural. Soon your eyes met, and you moved away, trying to hide the redness, and swollen eyes.

He took a step towards you, but your mom called your name, and you rushed towards her avoiding him.

"why don't you talk to him, for the last time?" Your mom spoke while getting in the car, and shutting the door.

You both stood infront of each other, heavy silence clung to the air, which was soon broken by him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"why bother? " You didn't mean to sound harsh but somehow you did.

"so you think I don't deserve to know?"

"no it's just.. look you deserve more okay? More than what I can give to you."

"have you ever thought that I want you?" He wanted to scream, shout and stop you, he wanted to tell you that don't leave, don't go away, most importantly don't give up.

"look what's done is done, we can't undo it, so let's just keep things that way, I don't want you to get tangled in my mess, and also you'll find someone."

With that you walked away. Leaving him stranded. He watched the car fading into the background, he don't know why, but he wished you would look back, turn around, giving him a hope that you two will meet in future, that you're not giving up on him, but you didn't. Instead the entire ride you were looking out of your window wondering what future holds for you, wondering how your life changed.

Reminiscing about everything thing that you've been through, you let out a heavy sigh.

So long, London.

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[sturncrazy]

High School Reunion🔥

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (risky location, almost caught, unprotected, language)

authors note: time jump for this one (it takes place 2 years from now but roll w me here ok 🤝) also this one ended up a lil sweeter than i thought it would but hey it’s kinda cutesy

summary: you attend your 5 year high school reunion and end up having an unexpected run in with your old crush Chris Sturniolo 👀

word count: 2,618 w

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You fussed with your name tag. it felt so stupid, it had only been 5 years since you’d all been classmates. could everyone have forgotten each other that quickly? the thought made you nauseous, because deep down you knew you’d be one of the people forgotten the fastest. you were quiet in high school and never partied. not to mention the fact that puberty decided to wait until college, at least that’s when boys decided to notice you. you adjusted your dress, took a breath, and mustered up the courage to walk into the decked out gymnasium.

The next few hours consisted of semi-awkward life updates, but it was painless. the music was loud and people had enough drinks that everyone was in a friendly festive mood. the main focus of attention was on Sturniolo triplets, who’d actually bothered to show up. Their rise to fame was the schools main bragging point and people were all whispers. but it made the night easy for someone like you. you decided to grab drink and headed for the makeshift bar area, when you slammed into someone.

“Oh i’m sorry” you said before looking up

“No you’re all good m’bad—“ your eyes locked with a pair of massive blue ones.

“hey” said Chris Sturniolo, smiling down at you. Chris was the only one of the triplets you’d ever had a class with. You took biology together and were lab partners once, although you did all the work. At the time you’d had a major crush on him, but so did every other girl in your school. even years later though, your heart still leaped into your throat at the sight of him.

“hi” you said back weakly. his smile grew slightly.

“it’s good to see you it—“

“CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO! MY BOY” a voice shouted over you, cutting you off. a big beefy hand grasped Chris’s shoulder, undoubtedly one of his old lacrosse buddies, pulling his attention away from you. you instinctively hurried away.

the evening began to get boring, so you decided to explore your old haunts. you were about 5 minutes into your journey when you heard footsteps jogging behind you.

“hey wait up, y/n” you turned over your shoulder to see Chris coming up to meet you.

“you remember my name?” you blurted in shock

“course i do, y/n don’t be silly.” he said casually. “whatcha up to?”

“oh nothing really, just reliving”

“sounds fun” you continued to stroll on and he followed

“so why’d you leave the group?”

“guess i’d had enough of ‘em…and i wanted to actually say hi to you”

“oh yeah? how’d you know where to find me?” you tried to fight off a smile

“your old locker was over there” he said motioning “figured you might visit it”

“you remember where my locker was?” you said in disbelief

“good memory i guess” your heart jumped. had he noticed you back then too?

“plus nicks was a few over” he continued, immediately squashing the feeling. the two of you strode side by side in a comfortable silence down the empty halls before chris came to a halt. you paused to see what stopped him and he grinned at you pointing.

“‘member that room?” he asked , gesturing towards the old biology classroom

“yeah” you chuckled out “didn’t think you did though.” he threw a hand over his heart and dropped his jaw in fake insult

“hey, we spent quality time playing with frog guts in there”

“what a gross way to put it” you wrinkled your nose at him

“c’mon, betcha it’s unlocked” he said mischievously, reaching for the handle. sure enough the door swung open and chris crept into the dark classroom, holding it open for you. You were hit with the smell of pencil shavings and old memories as you heard the door click shut behind you.

“like we never left, huh?” chris said softly

“Can’t say I wish we hadn’t”

“you don’t ever miss it?”

“what, biology? no not exactly…why? do YOU?” you raised your eyebrows dramatically. he laughed

“well no not biology. No i dunno just life was simple then, you know?”

“yeah maybe for you” your words came out bitchier than you meant and chris looked almost hurt.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh no nothing sorry I just— no high school just wasn’t easy for me like it was for you, you know? i wasn’t popular or anything. i mean i’m shocked you even remember me”

“you think so little of me?” he said faking hurt again, what a little drama queen. you laughed in spite of yourself, shaking your head.

“hey, believe me i’m honored to have made an impression on THE chris sturniolo.” you looked down at your feet muttering more to yourself “16 year old me would’ve been psyched”

chris smiled at you sweetly, taking you in with those big blue eyes.

“you made more than an impression on me” he said, sincerely. you stared at him, puzzled which must’ve been obvious because he snorted and continued

“oh cmon, y/n that’s real sweet of you, but it’s okay i know i wasn’t exactly subtle about my crush” your jaw dropped slightly. HIS crush? what was he talking about?

“really? you REALLY had no idea?” you shook your head violently. his faces flushed ever so slightly, the first time you’d seen him not look completely confident.

“oh well then that’s embarrassing that i just admitted that” he laughed, awkwardly. you were frozen in place trying to process. “well, i did”

“why didn’t you say anything”

“scared i wouldn’t stand a chance?”

“with ME? are you kidding?”

“okay i’m sensing a pattern here, y/n. are you unaware of how incredibly hot you are?”

“i sure wasn’t back then” you snickered, hoisting yourself up onto a table.

“i thought so” you paused again staring at his ernest expression

“god i would’ve killed to know that back then i mean i was obsessed with you”

“wait a minute you were?” you nodded vigorously. he crossed the room and leaned next to you against the table you were perched on.

“well no shit” you stayed in silence for a moment before an uncontrollable giggle began to bubbled out of you.

“what?”

“you said i was hot” you snorted at the floor. you felt his eyes on you.

“i said you are hot” you stomach jolted. you turned to look at him. he was so close you could see the delicate freckles across the bridge of his nose. the tension was thick enough to choke on.

“chris sturniolo did you bring me into the biology lab to try to seduce me” you teased.

“why? is it working?” he leaned in closer to you. your noses bumped playfully, enjoying the slight torture of fighting off locking lips.

“mmm maybe”

“maybeee” chris mocked. you took an inhale to calm yourself before closing the rest of the space between you and pressing your lips against his. he froze, apparently caught off guard momentarily, before eagerly kissing you back. your mouths molded perfectly, finding a rhythm together. the kiss rapidly became hot and passionate, as your lips fought for dominance. Chris brought his hands to your waist, grasping you tightly. you parted your legs for him to come closer and wrapped a hand through his hair. he groaned into your mouth as you pulled at his locks, making you suddenly aware of a growing heat between your legs. he ran his hands up your thighs and pushed your dress around your waist making you sigh. he glanced down at your exposed lacey thong and smirked

“do you always wear stuff this sexy?”

“oh shut up chris” you said, slapping his chest playfully. he pressed his forehead to yours

“make me” he rasped out, lighting your lips with hot air. you wrapped one hand around his tie and yanked him back to you, harshly. he stumbled slightly, letting out a rocky breath into your mouth. you hooked your legs behind him, locking him into you. he took your motion as a signal to press himself fully against you. you dragged your hands down his torso, eliciting another groan as his grip traveled to your ass, squeezing at your flesh tightly. you whined and felt him smile against your lips in satisfaction at the sound you made for him.

“god you’re so fucking sexy” he growled out, sending tingles down your skin. your body reacted before your brain did, wanting more. you raised your hips and pushed up against his. he pulled away and smirked at you, raising his eyebrows

“easy there, tiger. this is school property”

“so?” you taunted. Chris’s pupils dilated. he licked his lips and dove back into you, hungrily. he dug his hands into your thighs and yanked you against him as close as he could, your torsos and groins completely flush. a moan tumbled out of your lips and you reached for the buttons of his shirt. he grabbed your wrists, stopping you.

“uh-uh, sweetheart. if we’re gonna do this we have to be careful” he chuckled

“mmm but chrisss i want you” you whined, kissing him again

“oh yeah? how much?” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck, sloppily. you enveloped your hand around one of his began to move it down between your bodies. chris pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes tracking your joined hands as you brought his fingertips to your thinly clothed heat. you whimpered at the contact.

“fuck” chris breathed out, his eyes meeting yours, not moving his head. you removed your hand from his and he began to drag his fingers up and down the soaking fabric.

“jesus, you’re so wet” he exhaled, observing you in a trance. you pushed your hips closer to him, trying to intensify his painfully delicate touch. he locked eyes with you again, as he hooked one finger around your thong and pushed it to the side before returning his focus to your now entirely exposed dripping folds.

“shit—stop teasing me, chris” you hissed.

“whatever you say, ma” he grunted as he began to push his index and pointer finger into your throbbing entrance. you moaned loudly, tossing your head back.

“shhhhhh” he sounded, placing his free thumb to your lips and bringing your head up to look at him again. you let out a stifled whine as he began to pump his digits in and out of your core at a mesmerizing pace. you felt your walls tighten as he curved his fingers exactly how you needed them. you gasped, fighting the urge to cry out.

“you look so pretty with my fingers in you like this”

“mmmm—chris” you moaned

“can only imagine how pretty you’d look with my dick inside you, baby” he groaned out. your legs stuttered at his words, begging for him.

“oh—god chris—please” you huffed out

“please what?” he said, continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

“fuck me chris please” you almost begged. his breathing shook at your request and he pulled his fingers back out of you, glancing over his shoulder towards the classroom door.

“think you can be a good girl for me and be quiet if i do?” you nodded your head vigorously

“promise?” he said, reaching to undo his belt. you felt your mouth grow dry.

“i promise, chris”

he kissed you while unzipping his pants.

“good. can’t promise i won’t make you wanna scream though” he said with a smirk against your lips as he lowered his pants just enough to free his hard length. you glanced down and felt your jaw drop and your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he was huge. fear and desire coursed through you, his pink tip glistening with precum. he pumped himself with his hand for a moment, before pushing your legs further apart and lining himself up with your entrance. he pushed his tip into you slowly, hissing. you began to bite your lip fighting the urge to scream by the time he was only half way into you, the stretch and deepness of him already overwhelming. he sunk the rest of the way inside your core, his head collapsing into your shoulder and neck as he bottomed out, groaning.

“fu—fuck—such a tight little pussy, ma” he stuttered, pulling back out of you.

“hhh—so big—chris-“ you gasped into his ear, clawing at the fabric of his shirt

“mmm yeah? you like my big cock, huh?” he growled

“oh god—yes—faster—“

“think you can handle it?” he taunted, still going slow enough to drive you crazy

“mmmhmmm please” you whined. you buried a scream into his taut shoulder as he slammed all the way into your pussy.

“shit—you feel so fucking good y/n” he rasped out, begging to pound into you relentlessly. the room echoed with the squeaks of the table and your stifled moans combine with chris’s heavy breaths as he rammed his long thick member inside you. every inch of him hitting your walls and g spot in the most perfect way imaginable. chris sucked at your neck harshly, undoubtedly leaving marks, never letting up on his steady thrusts. He brought one hand down from his steadying grip on your hips to your folds and began to draw circles against your clit, sending your pleasure to new highs. the sensation was too much and you let out a pornographically loud moan. Chris slapped a hand over your mouth and halted, still deep inside you. you became aware of a sound from out in the hallway and froze. had someone heard the two of you? Chris looked at you wide eyed and raised a finger to his lips, maintaining the other hands cover over your mouth. footsteps approached and you tensed, preparing to be caught, but the sound continued on down the hall. you exhaled against chris’s hand in relief and his shoulders relaxed as he gave you a smile.

“gotta keep that pretty mouth shut, baby” he whispered to you, starting his thrusts again

“can’t have anyone else knowing how perfect you look with my cock stuffed in you” he growled, restarting his rubs against your bundle of nerves. within moments you felt the overwhelming pressure in your stomach forming.

“fuck chris—i’m close—“

“you gonna cum for me, gorgeous?”

“yes-fuck—right there-oh god” your vision began to blur and electricity sparked through your body as you began to unravel

“you look so sexy cumming all over my dick” chris exhaled in encouragement as your walls began to flex uncontrollably around him. the added sensation made his jaw go slack and his eyes roll into the back of his head

“ohhh-oh fuck” he moaned out. his thrusts becoming unsteady and desperate, chasing his release. you moaned lightly, still coming down from your high

“shit—oh fuck, baby- i’m gonna cum hhh”

he slammed into you violently, his brow furrowed.

“OH FUCK” he wailed, pulling out just in time to shoot his hot white load of his release on your thigh. he collapsed his forehead against yours, the two of you desperately trying to regain your breath. he eventually looked up at you and smiled, blushing.

“that was amazing” Chris exhaled, giving you one more kiss before reaching behind to grab a nearby tissue. you took it and cleaned yourself up, then pushed yourself off the table and resituated your dress. Chris inhaled sharply, almost nervously while redoing his belt

“hey how long are you around boston for?”

“oh dunno, bout a week i guess?” you answered, fixing a heel

“well what would you say to dinner?”

“dinner?” you questioned, dumbfounded

“yeah…dinner…like a date?” his voice raised as he scratched the back of his head, scanning your face.

“I’d love that” you smiled

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GUYS AH IM SUCH A CHRIS GIRL I NEED HIM SO BAD. also why was this giving sorta 2000s rom com vibes (minus the sex obvi)

OK ENJOY!!

kisses💋

[lilgarbitch]

Paralyzer - Nick Folio

Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader

CW: drinking, slight overstimulation from surroundings, bathroom sex, dry humping, p in v, (lmk if i missed anything)

Word Count: 4.5k

Author’s Note: The fucking Folio brain rot got to me. I can’t take it idk where it came from but it won’t leave. I can’t get this freak (affectionate) out of my head.

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @badomensgoodomens @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @death-ofpeace-ofmind @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer @super-btstrash-posts

Y/N

I really hated Meg, Ally, and Maddy for dragging me to this club. Not actually. I came here on my own free will, it was just way too packed, it smelled like sweat and straight alcohol, and they’ve already left me to look for some “meat” as they like to call their boy toys of the night. Between the heat of the bodies gyrating through the dance floor and bar, and the lights that kept flashing into my eyes, I wanted to be anywhere else but here. 

I never had any luck when it came to picking up guys at bars and clubs, mainly because no one ever looked worth the time, and they were all sweaty and definitely on something by the time I built up the courage to even talk to one, but I still couldn’t turn down the invitations every single time. I just wanted to see my girls, even if it was only for the ride here and for about 20 minutes as we let the alcohol hit our system before they took off and left me wallflowering and people watching. I couldn’t be upset, though. It was my choice to stick to the sidelines as they lived their best life. They’ve asked me on multiple occasions if I wanted them to stay with me, but the club wasn’t the place for us to sit in the corner and gossip, it was for us to socialize and make bad decisions.

But there were no socializing or bad decisions for me. Never seemed to be. Until tonight. I was just leaning against the bar, watching the crowd with my drink in my hand, desperately wanting it to cool me and my nerves. I could see him off to the side of the dance floor and just watched him. The way he chatted with the guys around him and gave an award winning smile to the girls that wanted to pass by. A few seemed to stop and chat, but he seemed to send them on their way. He was probably just here to have a good time, so even if I had the nerves to make a move, his reactions to them were telling me not to. 

And then he glanced my way, catching my eye for a split second, a small smirk dancing on his lips once he realized our gaze locked, before turning back to his conversation with the guy taller than him with a large neck tattoo and the other with long hair and a baseball cap. The smirk sent mixed signals to my brain. Was it an invitation, or pure amusement at the fact that another girl was seemingly thirsting over him? I didn’t know, but I decided to choose the latter in that moment, not even wanting to imagine the embarrassment if I decided to put on my big girl pants and actually make a move. But that didn’t stop me from ogling from afar. 

He was extremely fit, toned to the point that I couldn’t even imagine what he did to stay in that shape. It wasn’t bulky muscle like he routinely worked out, but a physique of someone who seemed to constantly be moving their body. And his arms were probably the most toned I’ve seen. Defined muscle glistening under the lights. I couldn’t help but imagine what the rest of his body looked like. Or the possible stamina his regimen gave him. 

It wasn’t until he glanced in my direction again that I realized that I had just been staring at him, my mind filled with the most lewd thoughts of him and what his body could do. Thoughts of what we could do in a dark-lit corner of this club. What I’d do to him if he let me bring him home. Or if he’d bring me back to his. I didn’t know if it was the pure distracted lust in my eyes that he caught when he glanced over, or the sudden shock that came over after I realized I had been caught, but now he was holding my gaze, that smirk on his lips once again. 

And I was paralyzed. Staring at him from across the room, not knowing what to do. If I should even do anything. It was like he was testing me. Waiting to see if I’d make a move. But I had seen his reactions to the other girls. I didn’t want to be the next one pushed off. So after finally pulling my gaze from his, I turned around and pretended like nothing even happened. 

I order another drink, needing something more in my system as I’ve just been nursing my last for who knows how long. Once the bartender hands it to me, I lean on the bar and stare down at it as my mind races. It’s not like I’ve never seen a guy somewhere and eyed him up for a bit, just thinking of what could be, but the thoughts this man put into my mind were new. I almost had the nerve to go up and introduce myself, which I’ve never done. I never make the first move, but something about him almost made me want to face my fear of rejection and try. 

And now that I think more of what just went down, I realize that I may have seen it wrong. Who just holds eye contact like that, especially with a challenging look? Almost like he dared me to try something. Like he knew I was fighting against my pull towards him, and he almost wanted to taunt me for it. 

After draining my drink, I finally built up the courage to glance back over, but to my surprise, I see…my friends. Chatting with them. I watched as Ally laughed at something he said and before I knew it, my feet were dragging me over there. The first to notice me was Maddy, giving me a bright smile, a hint of shock in her eyes, seemingly from me actually stepping out of my safe spot away from the crowd. I plaster on a wide grin, pretending like it was normal for me to join in with the group in situations like this. 

“Oh, hey!” Ally shouts over the music once she notices me step to her side. I pretend like I don’t even notice the guys, like I wasn’t just using my friends as an excuse to get closer to this mysterious man. 

I lean into her side with a greeting smile, turning to the others to pick up on their conversation. But I wasn’t really paying attention. All my mind was focused on was the man to my right, a smirk plastered on his face that I only allowed myself to see out of my peripheral. 

Meg still hadn’t noticed me, too caught up in her conversation with the guy in the cap, but Ally and Maddy introduced me to the other’s. The one with the neck tattoo was Noah, another one of the guy’s friends seemed to have joined them, and he introduced himself as Davis. Noah hooks his thumb towards cap guy, telling me that he was Matt, and all that was left was mysterious boy to my right. 

I turn to him, trying to act nonchalant, like I hadn’t been staring at him for who knows how long, and introduce myself.

”Y/N,” I tell him, holding out a hand for him to shake. He gives me a smile, one that barely hid the devious look in his eyes, like he knew a secret of mine. 

“Nick, but my friends just call me Folio,” He replies, locking his hand in mine and giving it a small shake. I do my best to keep my eyes focused on his, not letting them drift to his arm that I could tell flexed under the club lights before he released my hand. 

“Nice to meet you,” I say with a small nod before turning back to the group, needing to seem uninterested, despite the thoughts racing in my head and the heat growing in my body just from that one touch. 

The group continues to talk and I just lean towards Ally, using her familiar presence as comfort and so I wasn’t standing too close to Folio. I come to learn that Noah and Folio were in a band, currently on tour, and Matt and Davis were part of their crew. They had a few days off so they decided to go out for the night. Apparently the other band members, another Nick and Jolly they told us, weren’t feeling up for it, so it was just them for the night. As the girls use their magic and chat up the boys about what they do and what it’s like to tour, I use this as an opportunity to maybe get to know Folio better. 

“So what instrument do you play?” I ask him after shifting to face him. He gives me a small smug smile and turns to me, creating what feels like a bubble around us, drowning out the others. 

“I play the drums,” he answers, and I nod in response. It made sense. No wonder he’s so toned. Constantly using his arms and legs. And by the looks of the guys, I wouldn’t be surprised if their band was heavier, meaning he probably did a lot of work on the drums. I hear a small chuckle and that’s when I realize my eyes had drifted back to his body as I made the connection as to why he’s so fit. I play it off by rolling my eyes and looking back up at him. 

“What got you into the drums?” I ask, both interested and just wanting to hear him talk more.

We chat about him playing, me happily letting him ramble about his interest and talent as I smile and nod along, not so subtly continuing to check him out the whole time. I learn about how long he’s played and get to find out what touring is like and what all goes into performing on stage. I was a little shocked to learn that his band is apparently doing arena shows and touring with bands I’ve loved for years, yet I never heard of them, but it was nice to learn that we had a lot of music taste in common and for me to share the excitement for his accomplishments. 

Not so long into our chat, he gets pulled into a conversation with Davis, letting me take a step back and listen to the others for a bit to cool down. It was overwhelming stepping so far out of my comfort zone like this. I always watched from afar as my girls chatted up guys, wishing I was sociable enough and had the confidence to do what they did, so finally having the push to do so was definitely an experience, especially knowing that the person who managed to catch my attention was…practically famous. It was someone I could truly show respect for, instead of some of the guys who tried flirting with me at the bar on multiple occasions. He wasn’t some cocky loser. He had so much going for him and I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time standing here giving him attention. 

I try to keep up with the conversations happening, but with Meg and Matt in their own little world, and the other five having what seems like five different conversations at once, I feel like I need a breather already. Ally seemed to be distracted with Noah, and Davis, Maddy, and Folio were deep in a conversation about what they could do on their next few stops on tour, so I knew if I slipped out of the group, I’d be fine. While Davis and Folio were talking about some significance their next stop had that I was completely blocking out, I patted Maddy’s shoulder and let her know I was gonna run and grab another drink. She gave me a small nod and turned back to the boys, so I slipped away. 

“A vodka lemonade, please. Make it a double,” I told the bartender once I caught his attention. 

“Make that two and add it to my tab,” I heard from beside me, making me quickly turn to see Folio sliding in beside me. The bartender nodded and turned to make the drinks. 

“You seem more like a beer guy than a vodka guy,” I teased, causing him to laugh. 

“Oh, I am, but I figured I’d try it since I always see people ordering it. Plus it’s just easier on the bartender,” He says with a small smirk, nodding his head towards the guy behind the bar. 

“And you left your friends just to try a drink?” I asked, making him shake his head with a laugh. 

“No, not exactly. Your friend and Davis started talking about what they could do after we leave, so I figured that was my sign to take a step back and let them do their thing. Plus I needed another drink anyway.” I nodded, understanding not wanting to be a part of that conversation. 

Then the bartender slid us our drinks and I gave him a small smile and ‘thank you’ before taking a sip. I turn back to Folio to see him do the same before making a face. 

“God, this is just rubbing alcohol with a hint of lemon juice. You like this?” I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“The lemon drop martinis are better, but I figured ordering this would be simpler. You’ll get used to the bitterness once the vodka hits.” He rolled his eyes and took another sip, bigger this time, hoping for the alcohol to hit faster.

”Better hit soon. No offense, but your friends took my entertainment of the night and now I’m just bored.” I gave him a fake gasp. 

“I’m boring you?” I asked, feigning offense, causing his eyes to widen as he realized how his words could be taken. 

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all. I just wasn’t planning on them..you know..mingling tonight. This was just gonna be us going out for some drinks and music to blow off some steam for the night.” I playfully elbowed him as I took another sip of my drink. 

“You’ll get used to it. That’s what happens to me every time we go out. My girls just have a different way of…blowing off steam..I guess you could say,” I replied as I glanced back at the group. Meg and Matt were long gone, nowhere to be found, Noah and Ally looked as if they were whispering secrets into each other’s ears with how close they’ve gotten, and I can see that Maddy and Davis had found themselves in the middle of the dance floor, chemistry flowing off them with each move. 

“So what do you do?” He asks, bringing me back to our conversation.

”Huh? What do you mean?”

”What do you do to blow off steam after a long day? Didn’t seem like you were joining them on their prowl, so do you just sit back and eye fuck every hot guy or what?” I choked on my drink as he said that, earning a laugh and a pat on the back until I caught my breath. 

“I was not eye fucking anybody. I was just…people watching.” 

“Yeah right. I felt your eyes on me before I even noticed you. If that’s what you call ‘people watching’ then you may want to lose that look in your eyes before someone gets the wrong message.”

”Look? What look?” I asked. 

“The one where it felt like you were trying to see me naked,” he answered with a chuckle. 

“I was doing no such thing!” I scoffed.

”Yeah? So then you weren’t also checking me out when we were talking before?” I just rolled my eyes before giving him a fake unimpressed look. 

“Is that what you want to hear? For me to admit that I was eye fucking you?” I asked as I turned my body back to face him, giving him a teasing smirk. 

“I mean it wouldn’t hurt the ego. And no judgement. I’ll admit that when you finally looked away, I may or may not have done the same thing, so,” He opened his arms and waved his hands down his body, signing that I was allowed to stare all I wanted, “Feel free” 

I snickered and took a step back, jokingly taking in his appearance. But I definitely took my time taking it in. As my eyes trailed down his chest, the sweat from being in a crowded club causing his shirt to stick to his stomach, he mumbled something. 

“As long as your body matches what your eyes can do,” he says under his breath, almost like he just meant to say it to himself. I glance back up at him, giving him a sly smirk.

”Yeah?” I tease, causing him to blink like he didn’t realize he said it out loud. 

He lets out a small chuckle and drops his arms before taking another sip from his drink, making a small face at the bitterness again. I take that moment to really take in the position I got myself in. Hot guy flirting with me, giving me signs that he could be down for some fun, and who was I to pass that up? 

I glance around the club for a moment, taking in our surroundings. I’ve been here so many times with the girls that I feel like I know this place like the back of my hand, especially every dark corner and hiding spot when things have gotten too much. I catch a girl leaving the bathroom, one that was definitely too small for the amount of people that this club sees, and then glance back at Folio, my plan already set in mind. 

I reach out and grab his drink, taking it from him and setting both of ours down on the bar. He gives me a slightly confused look before I grab his hand with a sly smile and gently pull him along. I feel his hand tighten on mine as he realizes I’m taking him somewhere that wasn’t the dance floor, the small sign of shock and excitement mixed with the feel of his skin against mine sending heat through my body once again. 

Once I reach the bathroom, I release his hand and gently open the door and glance in. All stalls were open and no one was at the sinks, so I turned around and grabbed him by the shirt before dragging him in with me. Thankfully, besides the lights by the dance floor and bar, the place was quite dark, so I doubt anyone would’ve seen us enter together, and if they did, hopefully they’d understand to leave us alone. 

When the door closed behind him, I quickly locked it and turned to him. He still had this shocked look on his face, but more so because I made the first move, not because he was upset I dragged him in here. 

I reach up and gently grab the collar of his shirt before bringing him down to my height, pulling his face to mine. Instantly, he follows lead, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my head as his lips crash into mine. It was the furthest thing from a delicate kiss. He was pressing my body against his as teeth clashed and the taste of the vodka and lemonade got even stronger. 

He spun us, pressing me into the door. I moved my hands from his collar, one drifting to the back of his head, gripping at the hair at the nape of his neck, and the other traveling between us. A soft groan escaped his throat as my hand came in contact with his bulge. His hands gripped at my body tighter as I began palming him through his pants, his breathing picking up against my lips. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re killing me,” he practically whimpered. 

He drops one arm and brings it to my thigh, gripping it and hooking it around his hip. I remove my hand and wrap it around his neck as he closes the distance between us once again. Our lips crash back into each other as he grinds his bulge against me. My skirt has fully ridden up at this point, so I could feel the friction of his jeans through the thin fabric of my panties, causing me to gasp into our kiss. 

Between the alcohol slowly warming my body, the way his strong callused hands gripped at my skin, and the way he perfectly rubbed against me, I could already feel myself getting close. My hold on his hair got tighter and I pulled away from the kiss to drop my head against the door behind me as my moans picked up. 

He started leaving kisses against my neck as he continued to grind into me, whispering against my skin as he pulled me closer and closer to the edge. 

“Come on, baby girl,” he pressed another kiss to the spot right below my ear, “Let me take care of you. Cum for me.”

And with that I let out a long moan, holding him even tighter as pleasure shot through my body. He continued to rub against me, helping me ride it out, before slowing and moving the hand that wasn’t holding my thigh down to his waist band. He swiftly undid his belt and button with one hand, watching his movements with his forehead rested against my shoulder. 

As he tugged his jeans and boxers down, I couldn’t help but drop a hand to his cock, earning a small exasperated ‘fuck’ in response. He dug his face into my neck as I slowly stroked him, before he grabbed my hand and pulled it away, letting out a small huff the moment I let go. 

He pulled away slightly to look down between us, seeing the soaked fabric of my panties. He gently rubbed his thumb over them, causing me to twitch at the slight over stimulation and him to groan in response. Tugging them aside, he lined himself up with me, before stopping, letting out another ‘fuck’. He reached behind him with his free hand and pulled out his wallet, opening it up with one hand and holding out for me to help. I see the shiny foil packet and slide it out of the pocket. I quickly tear it open with my teeth as he watches me, already insanely turned on again even though I just came. 

I spit the small piece of foil from my lips and hold the open packet to him, dropping the rest of it once he pulls the condom out. He slides it onto his cock, a small groan escaping as he unrolls it down the base. He glances up at me, holding eye contact as he lines himself up with my entrance again. 

Watching his face as he entered me, the droop of his eyelids mixed with the stretch of his cock had my knees ready to buckle. My jaw dropped at the feeling of him filling me, a soft moan leaving my lips as he sank into me. When he finally bottomed out, he dropped his forehead to mine, allowing me to get used to the stretch. After a few moments, I tighten my leg hooked around him, signalling for him to move. 

The second he pulls out and pushes back in, moans instantly fill the room. He crashes his lips back into mine as he picks up speed. He drops his other hand to my other leg, gently tapping it. I tighten my hold on his neck and jump, him quickly catching me and pressing me into the door more as he wraps both my legs around his hips. 

The door shakes behind me as he thrusts into me, each movement shaking our bodies and earning more sounds from the both of us. The feeling of his strong arms holding me up and against him felt just like I imagined. His cock felt even better. 

“Fuck, Nicky,” I moan against his lips, “Oh my god you feel so good.”

His movements falter for a split second at the nickname, before he picks up speed and fucks into me even harder, each thrust hitting the perfect spot. I pull my lips from his and drop my head, the pleasure getting too intense. All that filled my brain was the feeling of him in and against me, and all I could do was moan into his shoulder. 

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Fuck, I’m getting close.” He groaned into my ear. 

“Me too.” I managed to get out between moans. 

He grips onto me even harder, his groans turning into whimpers as he gets closer. With just a few more thrusts, I’m falling apart in his arms, digging my head into his neck and letting out a loud gasp. My back arches into him and my legs tighten around his hips even more, causing him to only be able to give shorter thrusts. With my body tensing against his, it doesn’t take him long to follow. His hips falter and he has to release one of my thighs to press a hand against the door behind me to keep his balance, a long, whiney “fuck” filling my ears. 

We stay there for a few moments, catching our breath before he finally pulls out. He slowly eases me back onto my feet before sliding the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the trash. I fix my panties and skirt, then grab the remnants of the package and toss them, too. As I go to turn towards the sink, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him again, pulling me into another kiss. This one less heated, but still full of passion. 

“No one’s ever called my Nicky before,” He says with a chuckle after pulling away. 

“Glad to know I’ll be memorable,” I tease as I turn to wash my hands in the sink, him following suit. 

“Oh, that’s not all you’ll be memorable for.” 

“Oh yeah? Guess we’re both boosting egos tonight.” He chuckles softly and follows me back to the door. 

I unlock it and slowly open it. Thank god there wasn’t anyone waiting outside ready to catch us. We both slip our way out of the bathroom and towards the crowd again. I glance around the room, trying to see if any of mine or his friends were anywhere to be found, but either they all left or disappeared for similar reasons. I turn back to Folio and see him doing the same before glancing down towards me. 

“I uh..have a hotel room to myself tonight,” He spoke over the music with a chuckle. I giggle and grab his hand, leading him towards the exit. 

[saragarnier]

Away from you pt. 3

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: Jay found you in your old apartment, packing all your belongings

Warning: None

A/N: well, i guess i have to write also part 4 now, stay tuned!

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One month passed after you left Chicago and Jay never gave up on you. Every single day, he tried to track your phone with Mouse, he tried to call you, hoping for your answer, and he used his power as a detective of the intelligence to find out if you used one of your credit cards somewhere.

For a month, Jay went home with the hope of finding you there, of discovering that you choose to give him another chance and every day he found himself alone in the house, with all your belongings still there. Sometimes he took out one of your t-shirts to feel your smell again and he discovered that he missed every single part of you. He missed the way you always prepared coffee for him too before leaving for work, he missed hearing your voice, he missed seeing your smile, he missed hugging you and cuddling with you on the bed before going to sleep, he missed your messages during the shift, and he missed searching for you at the Chicago Med every single time he went there for work.

He missed everything of you.

He missed you.

That day, Jay got home earlier after being shot on the job and he wasn’t prepared at all to find suitcases in the Hallway. He looked around and he spotted your ring, the one he gave to you and the one that was his mom’s before, on the kitchen counter, with a note nearby.

He walked towards it, and he lift the note to read it; there were only few words on it.

“Maybe you should give it to Hailey.”

Jay felt his heart skipping a beat, then he looked up when he heard something coming from the bedroom; he silently walked towards it, still shocked by the fact that you were there, you finally came home, and he finally had the chance to talk to you after weeks of silence. He thought he lost you forever and having the opportunity to talk to you was something he dreamed of for four weeks.

When he entered the bedroom, you were trying to grabbed a box that was high in the wardrobe, too high for you to reach for it. You gave up and turned around to grab a chair, but you stopped when you finally saw Jay in front of you, few meters away. He was still at the door frame, looking at you like he was actually looking at a ghost; he was skinnier than you remembered, and he looked like he didn’t sleep well for weeks.

You, on the other hand, looked beautiful as always. You were skinnier too but, besides that, you looked good.

“Y/n…” Jay was the first one to talk, whispering your name and looking at how your body reacted to his voice; you shivered at your name being said by him, the love of your life.

Even if you tried hard to forget him, Jay was still the love of your life and you couldn’t forget him or prevented you from reacting this way, especially when he was in front of you, as good as always. He was skinnier and he looked tired, but he was still beautiful to your eyes, even after what he did to you, even after seeing him having sex with someone else. You wanted to scream at him, you wanted to slap him in the face, and you wanted to go out of the apartment as soon as you could, but you were frozen and it looked like you couldn’t move or talk at all.

Minutes passed and there was silence between you two, then, finally, you found your voice again. “You should have been at work…” You said, gulping. “Will said you would have been at work and that the apartment would have been empty…”

Jay finally found the courage to make a small step towards you and, when he saw that you stayed where you were, he made another one, stopping right in front of you.

“I got shot on the job…” he said, lifting his shirt to show her a bandage around his abdomen. “I got shot and they sent me home to rest…”

Even after what he did to you, you couldn’t help but being worried for him; you made a step forward and you placed a hand on his abdomen, worried as hell. “W-What? Did you go to the hospital?”

Jay shivered, feeling your hand on his body. God, how he missed your touch.

“It wasn’t necessary… It’s nothing to be worried about, Sylvie looked at it on the ambulance and said that everything should have been good.”

“What? Didn’t you go to the hospital for a full check-up? Are you crazy?!” You exclaimed, pushing him on the bed and looking at him from above. “Take off your shirt, I’m going to check on you.”

You would have preferred to leave him and leave your apartment immediately, but you just couldn’t leave him there without being sure that everything was okay; you lift your sleeves and you took out the first-aid kit.

Jay tried to repress a smile, but he wasn’t able to. He looked at you, happy to see that you were still worried about him, happy to see that you actually cared about him still, even after what he did to you. Besides, having you trying to help him with the wound would have been an excellent excuse to talk to you before you left forever, because he knew that if you would have left that apartment, it would have been for forever.

He couldn’t let you do it, he couldn’t let you leave, not if he didn’t have the chance to explain everything to you.

“As you command…” He whispered, biting his lips and finally taking off his shirt. The bandage Sylvie put on him had a blood stain on the left side of his abdomen, where he was probably hit. Jay moaned in pain when you cut off the bandage, kneeling in front of him to have a better view and placing both your hand at the side of the wound. It still hurt, but nothing he wouldn’t have been able to handle.

“It went through…” You whispered, looking at the wound carefully. “Didn’t Sylvie talked about putting some stitches?”

“Yeah, maybe…” He whispered. “ She said that she recommended them, but I needed to go to the hospital, and I didn’t want to hear Will talking about how reckless I am on the job…”

“Well, Will’s got a point.” You said, shaking your head and grabbing all you needed to put some stiches. “You’re lucky I have everything I need here with me.”

“I’m lucky I fell in love with a doctor…” He corrected you.

Jay knew that he went too far when he saw your face; he wanted to apologize but he was interrupted by a moan of pain when you started to put stitches on him, not in the painless way possible. You had put stitches on him before and he perfectly knew that you were better than that, but he didn’t complain about it, after all he deserved to be punished for what he did to you, he deserved to feel some pain after how he treated you, after how you must have felt.

“Do not say it again.” You said, without looking at him once. “You have no rights to tell me that after what you did to me.”

You stayed focused on what you had to do, trying to not think about him having sex with Hailey, an image that followed you in New York and that persecuted you every time you slept. You remembered him on top of her every night and every night you heard him saying that he loved her again and again.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered looking at you and smiling when he saw you biting your bottom lip, something you always do when you’re focused on something. “I wanted to talk to you and explain everything to you, but I couldn’t call you… I couldn’t find where you were.”

“Because I didn’t want to be found.” You spoke. “And I don’t want to hear anything from you; there’s nothing to explain. You slept with her for God knows how long.”

“That night was the first and the last one.” He immediately said.

“Liar.” You whispered, shaking your head and being rude with the next stich; you heard him moan in pain again, but you didn’t care. You were helping him even after what he did, and he still had the courage to lie to you? you couldn’t accept it. “Kim told me that you left work at 8 pm for weeks and I thought that you stayed at work trying to have a promotion while you were actually sleeping with your partner!”

“It’s true that I lied to you for weeks, but I never slept with Hailey before that night; we used to talk, just talk.” He replied, shaking his head and grabbing your chin gently, trying to look at you in the eyes.

“Do you really think I’m this stupid, Jay?” You spoke, shaking your head and trying to lower your gaze on the wound again. “And leave me, I need to look at the wound if you want to heal properly.”

Jay let go of your chin, sighing heavily and trying to think about what to say. How could he explain you what was happening in his head? How could he explain you for what reason he did what he did?

“I don’t think you’re stupid, y/n…” He whispered softly, looking at you when you finished putting stitches at him. “It’s true that we only talked for few weeks, I didn’t want to cheat on you, I didn’t plan it. I’m sorry, I really am because you don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve to suffer like you do, but you need to know what happened, so please listen to me…”

You didn’t want to listen to him, you didn't want to pay any attention to his words, you wanted to leave and you wanted to come back to New York City and forget about everything that happened here in Chicago, but you couldn’t leave without having a proper explanation. You spent weeks wondering it you had done something wrong that brought him to cheat on you.

“Talk…” You spoke, while putting back the first-aid kid. “You have five minutes.”

“Working in the Intelligence is not easy as I want everyone to think… what you see on the streets…” He said, sadly. “I needed to talk about it, but I didn’t want to put all of this on you; I didn’t want to add my problems to yours, especially since I know that working at Chicago Med it’s not easy at all. I didn’t want to add all the problems of my job on you, I needed someone to talk and Hailey was there: she worked with me, she was my partner and she saw everything that I saw. I could talk about job with her and I could explain everything that came to my mind, but I never, never actually thought about cheating on you.” He said, looking at you in the eyes and placing a hand on your cheeks.

“Then why did you sleep with her? Why did you tell her that you loved her?” You whispered, not understanding why he slept with her if that was the truth.

“She kissed me and after that I don’t actually know what happened, it happened too fast. I know that I messed up everything and I have no excuses. That night I was with her because I tried to help a little girl that was kidnapped, but she was shot in front of me and she died in my arms. I was too shocked, it was too much, especially when I had to tell her parents that I couldn’t save her.” He said, looking down at the floor. “When I told her that I loved her, I was actually thinking about you and, when we finished I… I couldn’t look at her… I came home and I was actually thinking about telling you everything the next morning, but you weren’t there. I was so worried that something bad happened to you that I was out of my mind.”

You listened to him carefully, then you got up and you cover your face behind your hands, confused. What were you supposed to do? Why didn’t he talk to you? Why did he choose Hailey over you? Was it real that he just talked to her for weeks? Was it real that he cheated on you just that night?

You didn’t know what to think, nor what to do, you just kept walking around the room, again and again.

“y/n…” He whispered softly, getting up and walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your body and he hugged you gently. “I’m so sorry… please, tell me what I can do to gain your trust again. I still love you, y/n, and I can’t lose you. give me another chance and I will show you that I deserved it. Please.”

“I don’t know, jay… i… I don’t know!” You replied. “Let… let me think about it, okay?”

“Yes!” He said, smiling. “Yes, of course.”

Maybe there was still hope for them.

Maybe not everything was lost.

Maybe he could still repair everything.

Maybe he didn’t lose you, after all.

[inmyheaddd]

walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part 5

⤷ “every second counts, i don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

summary: you go over to the hawthorne house and end up leaving with a lot of new thoughts and ideas formulating about your best friend (?) grayson. wc: 2.9k masterlist || series masterlist — other parts!

previously on part 4…

“you said goodbye at the door once again, and this time, you felt brave enough to his kiss his cheek goodbye. the action took a lot of courage, even though he had practically been on top of you 30 minutes prior. 

it was actually time for you to go to bed now, and you rolled over relentlessly. you couldn’t count how many times you replayed the moment over and over in your head. 

you brought a hand to your mouth as you fought a smile.

grayson, the boy you’d known since forever. his lips, yours. 

seriously, what was your life?”

—

you stood infront of the hawthorne house, tote bag in your shoulder with a large camera inside of it — graysons. you were here to return it, well, that was your excuse, but it wouldn’t be so bad if a certain blonde resulted in you staying a little longer. 

you smiled at that thought and knocked on the door to the hawthorne house, then ringing the bell once you remembered that the likelihood of anyone hearing your knock in that huge house was very slim. 

this time, you didn’t have to wait so long, or even text grayson, because someone opened the door within 2 seconds.

the face behind the door made you stall for a second. you weren’t sure who you were expecting; but it definitely wasn’t nash.

“oh!” you said in surprise as you took a slight step back.

“hey kid,” he drawled out, moving to the side so you could step inside. 

he looked like he was just about to head out, motorcycle keys in his hand and his usual cowboy hat placed on his head.  “how’re you doin’?” 

a smile over took your features and grayson took over your mind before you could stop it. 

“good, i’m doing good.” you exhaled, nodding almost dreamily.

“yeah? that’s good to hear.” nash sent you a look like he knew exactly what was going on with you and his brother. “i’m glad.” 

you quickly remembered your purpose of the visit, the heavy camera in your bag serving as a reminder. “hey, have you actually seen grayson anywhere?” 

xander, who was standing right around the corner with his disheveled school uniform, came into view. his smile faded with his brows furrowing as he looked at nash for a moment, before looking back to you. 

“oh, he didn’t tell you?” xander asked. 

you shook your head, feeling your smile start to make way for a frown of confusion. 

“tell me what?” 

xander tried to hide his surprise, “he’s on a business trip or something. he’s gone for i think…” he trailed off, looking up in thought, counting on his fingers.

“5 days,” nash cut in. “he’ll be gone for 5 days, kid.” 

you felt your stomach drop a little. you were being dramatic— it’s not like he purposefully left you or anything, but why wouldn’t he tell you?

“i’m sure he meant to tell you, he’s probably busy back-loaded with work.” xander said enthusiastically, like he plucked the thought straight from your brain.

“come on,” he nudged you, a wide smile on his face. “you know how our little gray is.” he sang that in a way you would talk about a incompetent 7 year old. “he’s a man of very little words!” 

this boy had a way of making you laugh when not a single part of you felt like you were capable of it. he was, in all ways but biologically, your endearingly annoying little brother.

you cracked a smile, letting a laugh escape your lips. “yeah,” you sighed, “yeah. you’re right.”

“when am i not?” xander grinned.

“…” you blinked at him, “i could name more than a few—“

“— that was actually what one would call a rhetorical question,” he interrupted with his brows raised, holding one hand infront of your face dramatically. “thank you.” 

you snorted and looked over to nash, who shook his head down at the floor, seemingly in disappointment, but he had a smile on his face nonetheless.

your eyes landed back on xander’s, and in no more than a split second, a grin spread across his features and he quickly blurted out: “first to make it to the games room gets all the blueberry scones!”  

he was already running halfway through the sentence. you quickly got to running and you were pretty sure heard nash leave through the front door behind you. 

“what?!” you yelled, half laughing as you ran after him, “that’s so unfair! you didn’t even give me any time— you cheater!“ you huffed in annoyance but kept running, but you just couldn’t get ahead of him. “i never agreed to this, for your information!”

to literally no ones surprise, xander made it to the games room first, but he felt bad. 

“here, take these ones.” he muttered, half chewing, as he placed 4 of his blueberry scones on your plate with the lemon ones on it. “i’m not that bad of a person.”

you both sat criss cross on the couch, a coffee table with far too many scones on it infront of you. 

well, too much for you, but not for xander. this boys bloodstream was probably 30% scones. 

“wow,” you deadpanned as you stared at the plate infront of you. “that might have been the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me.”

xander gasped in astonishment, his brows furrowed. 

“surely not,” he gave you an look, a mix between confusion and incredulousness. “i’m always nice!” 

you raised a brow, “no,” you hummed, “not really.”

“okay, then grayson must have really raised your standards of nice or something— which is strange, because nice isn’t really a word anyone would use to describe grayson— apart from you.” xander spoke quickly, “he’s literally only nice to you.” 

you scoffed in amusement, “okay, first of all, no. and second of all,” you continued, “grayson is nice— and not just to me!” you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. 

okay, he wasn’t the nicest person to everyone, but you had to back up your … grayson infront of his brother. 

“please,” xander rolled his eyes with sass, placing his scone back on the table as he pointed at you. “i see that smile on your face. even you know i’m right!” 

“let’s change the subject.” you demanded, your cheeks flushing pink. 

“okay,” xander piped up, “what is it with you and grayson recently?“

“… that’s not what i meant by changing the subject.”  

“stop deflecting.”

“i am not deflecting!” you exclaimed— sounding like a whiny 7 year old. you caught your composure, “besides,” you said, taking your eyes to your lap and biting back a smile. “there’s nothing going on between us.” 

xander was silent, so you took your gaze back up to him. once you were looking at him, he had the most bored expression on his face. 

“you are undoubtedly the worst liar i’ve ever met.“ he couldn’t keep up the blank expression any longer and laughed mid sentence, making you laugh too.

“i am not lying!”

“yes you are,” xander raised his brows, “because gigi told me you kissed.” 

your jaw dropped. “gigi what?” 

“okay, don’t go all anti gigi here!” he raised his arms up as he scrambled, “in her defense, it took me 3 hours, 2 semi-cat nappings, and constant annoying for her to tell me, and she did look super apologetic when she did.” 

you knew gigi was that one person you could trust with anything. besides, xander was one of your best friends too, you would’ve probably end up telling him today anyway. 

the initial shock you felt was fading as you stayed silent. 

“semi cat-napping?” you questioned.

xander shook his head seriously. “… hard to explain.” he said, “don’t worry about it.”

you were only more confused as a frown tugged at your features. “how can i not worry about that? i— never mind.” 

“let’s get back on track here, you and grayson—“ a buzz from his phone cut him off, and he checked. “would you look at that!“ xander interrupted himself with a smile on his face, “he just texted!”

your eyes flicked to your own phone momentarily, like you were waiting to see a message from him too.

you didn’t.

your heart felt like lead in your chest, “oh, really?” you asked, feigning a smile. 

xander saw through it like it was the clearest thing in the world, “what?” he put his phone 

down, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing.” you shook your head, “what do you mean what’s wrong?”

“you have that million miles away look in your eyes,” he said. “something is definitely wrong.” 

“xander,” you laughed, “i’m telling you, nothing is wrong.” 

“and i’m telling you, i don’t believe you.” he deadpanned, then he shrugged as he leaned back. “i’m notoriously known for my ability to keep pestering people until i find answers, so, do with that what you will.” 

“you’re so impossible.”

he grinned, like he hadn’t been expecting you to say anything else. “tell me something i don’t know. like for example, what’s plaguing your mind!” 

you let out a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. 

“it’s seriously nothing, xan.” he gave you another incredulous look, and you hesitated. 

“i— it’s just… grayson hasn’t responded to me, and it’s been like… nearly a day?” you looked at your lap, voice quiter than you had intended. “but, then you just told me he responded to you.” 

grayson always responded quickly no matter what. and even if he didn’t this time, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. that’s one of the reasons you came over, to talk to him for real. but then you found out he wasn’t even in the state.

you knew he had priorities. but paired with the fact that he just… didn’t mention he was gone, made you feel strange. 

xanders brows only furrowed further, his playful smile flickering for a moment. he looked down confusedly at his phone for a moment like he was making sense of what you had just said, before looking back to you. 

“oh please, don’t think so horridly.” he said as he nudged your shoulder, “you know it’s not like that, i… he’s probably just waiting for the right moment to talk.” he suggested, and despite his best efforts, you didn’t feel all that much better. 

he still continued trying though. “i mean, he’s only texted me 3 word sentences, so i highly doubt he has much free time on his hands.”

“yeah,” you nodded, tucking your hair behind your ears. “yeah, you’re right. he’s always really busy, i don’t know why i’m overthinking this.” 

“hey, it’s alright.” xander nudged your shoulder, a grin growing on his face as he thought if something to say. 

you internally betted this was the part where he’d say something stupid to make you laugh. 

“i don’t know about you, but i’d rather be overthinking than underthinking. unless it’s about problems, i like to not think about my problems at all— but anything else, i love to overthink. my brain is always whirring that way!”

yeah, you were right.

you let out a chuckle, “i don’t like under thinkers.” 

the fact that grayson hadn’t responded to you was still lingering in the back of your mind, but you would let yourself wallow on that later. now, you would let yourself laugh and have fun.

“i think everyone would do themselves and the world a favour if they thought just a little bit more, especially before they spoke.” you joked, but there was a lot of truth behind it.  

xander raised his hand for a high-five. “exactly!” he exclaimed, “although i may be… heavily guilty on the speaking before you think aspect— i agree wholeheartedly.”

that was exactly how fast topics changed with you and xander, you couldn’t stay on track for more than 5 minutes. for instance, when he told a story, he told around 6 side stories, introduced 10 new people, and ‘forgot what he was saying’ 12 times. 

you’d he lying if you said you were any better at telling stories, though. 

— 

before you knew it, it was nearing the late hours into the night, and you were heading home. 

the second you stepped out of the hawthorne house door, you turned on your phone that xander had forbid you from using. 

he claimed it was because you were having ‘special quality friendship time’, but really, you suspected heavily that he was just trying to get your mind off of grayson, and looking for that response. 

you shook your head at that, half smiling to yourself because xander always showed that he cared in the most xander like ways. 

you sent gigi a text letting her know that you’d he home soon. and before you could even think, you found your fingers were moving by themselves. 

of course, you were checking if grayson had responded yet.

(2 days ago, 9:46pm)

you

— I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY TOOK YOUR CAMERA — i put it in my tote bag before i left — sorrrryyy!!

grumpy blonde 👎

— It’s alright, sweetheart, you can keep it.

you

— oh okay — sweetheart — that’s. — new!!

grumpy blonde 👎

— My apologies, have I overstepped?

you

— nooo omg 😭😭  — it’s new but  — in a good way  — also i’ll drop off ur camera tomorrow or the day after

(today, 4:11 pm)

you

— hey, xander and nash told me you went on a business trip or something — how long are you gone for? 

you had texted him that hours ago when xander had went to the bathroom for a minute, and he still hadn’t responded. 

you let out a frustrated exhale you hadn’t even realized you were holding, and you could see your breath infront of you as a result of the cold breeze. 

you rolled your eyes and opened your car door, slumping into your seat. 

still, the back-and-forth, the silence—it felt deliberate. or maybe it wasn’t, and you were just projecting. 

but if that were true, why wouldn’t he say something? anything?

you threw your head back against the headrest with a groan, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself.

you thumb hovered over the screen again. you wanted to say something—anything—but there was nothing left to say that didn’t feel desperate.

finally, you turned off your phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat, and started the engine. you told yourself you wouldn’t check again. not today, at least. 

but as you pulled out of the driveway, headlights illuminating the dark road ahead, your phone buzzed. it was faint, you barely heard it, but it was there.

against your better judgment, you grabbed it at the next red light.

(Today, 11:49 pm)

grumpy blonde 👎  

— 8 days.

you

— oh  — okay thanks

now your heart was beating even faster, your stomach felt like it had been trampled on, and your chest was fully hollow inside.

all that time— and all he had to say was 2 words? 

you wish you would’ve left him on opened, ‘thanks?’ what on earth were you thanking him for?  you wish you wouldn’t have texted so much earlier— maybe you annoyed him too much. 

you could feel your thoughts threatening to tumble very fast into places you didn’t want to go into, so you busied yourself with another task as you parked in-front of your house. 

you

— hi nash — are you sure graysons out for 5 days?

nash 🤠

— 100% positive, kid. Why?

you

— nothing haha i just forgot  — thanks though

okay, maybe nash just didn’t know? grayson wouldn’t lie to you, that would just be insane. 

but then you texted xander again. 

and jameson. 

and even alisa ortega. 

and they had all said 5 days.  

why on earth were you the only one being left in the dark here?

worst of all, was grayson lying?

—

you sat in the car for another half-hour after that, trying to keep your thoughts at bay before you went inside with your emotions all written over your face, but it was like your mind was in a perpetual state of “it’s not that big of a deal, you’re overreacting,” ending in, “oh-my-god-what-the-hell-is-happening-i’m-so confused-and-hurt.” 

you couldn’t stop your mind from replaying that one word he used in your last conversation.

���Sweetheart’

you clenched your jaw. the frustration, the longing, the anger, the confusion—they all blurred together until you weren’t sure which one you felt more.

you finally decided it was time to get inside, you had texted gigi earlier that you were on your way, and you didn’t want to worry her by taking too long.

gigi hadn’t even heard you come in, she was so involved in the book she was reading that she had forgotten about the world around her. 

so when you entered her room with no warning after you had showered, she almost jumped out of her skin.

she cursed loudly, “oh my god! you halfway scared me to death!” she yelled with a hand over her heart, sitting up fully as she shut her book and placed it beside her, flicking on the main overhead light. 

her frightened state quickly dissolved to laughter, and you joined in as you sat down beside her on the bed. 

a frown quickly pulled at her features, “whoa, what’s wrong?” 

either you were the worst person in the world at hiding your emotions, or you just had annoyingly great friends who knew you and could read your face. 

“nothings wrong,” you chuckled. 

here we go again. 

“um, something is very clearly wrong. you’re doing that thing where you try to laugh but it sounds like a muffled sad horse neigh. a very fake laugh.” 

you weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended. “that’s… a creative way of putting it.”

gigi raised a brow, “am i wrong?” 

you looked away.

“exactly! now, tell me what’s up.”

you gave her a summary on what had happened, how you had asked everyone how long he was gone for and how he gave you a different answer, how he seemed to be avoiding you, and how you just felt so confused. 

somewhere along the rundown, you both lay down on on your backs, and talked as you stared at the ceiling above.

“—god,” you shook your head as you sat up, “i feel ridiculous even talking about this."

gigi raised an eyebrow, still laying on her back. "ridiculous? you? no. you’re concerned. that’s different."

"am i not being crazy, though?" your voice cracked slightly as you looked down at her, and you hated it. 

"i can’t tell if i’m overreacting or if something’s actually wrong. i mean, i know he’s quiet, but never like this. and the timing… right after we—“ you cut yourself off before you could let your mind linger on that moment. “what if i’m just… clingy or whatever?"

"clingy?" gigi snorted, crossing her arms after she got up. "please. i’ve seen clingy, and that’s not you.”

“you’re right, the timing of it all is crazy. i’d be ripping up furniture if i were in your situation.” she joked half heartedly, “you’re just… worried because you care about him. “and honestly, he should feel lucky you do."

"he doesn’t feel lucky right now," you muttered, staring at your phone on the bedside table again. the empty screen taunted you.

"or maybe,” she sang, “he’s just being a dumb boy who doesn’t know how to handle his feelings," gigi countered, nudging your shoulder. "seriously, you’ve met him, right? the guy’s a master at shutting people out when he doesn’t know how to deal.”

you didn’t know if you believed her, but there was something weirdly comforting in the idea that maybe, just maybe, grayson wasn’t doing this on purpose.

gigi’s smile returned, more teasing this time. “you might have to go get him, though. ‘cause, knowing him, he’s probably sulking somewhere thinking he’s doing you a favor by not texting.”

you blinked at her, the knot in your chest loosening slightly. "you think that’s what this is?"

"i think it’s possible," gigi said, her tone softer now. "but whatever it is, you’ll figure it out. and if not, we’ll egg his car together. sound fair?"

you let yourself fall on your back again with a sigh, half laughing despite yourself. “which one?” you snorted.

“all of them. helicopters too!”

“okay,” you laughed. “fair.”

“good. see? we’ve got this. you’ve got this. and if he’s still being weird when he gets back, we’ll corner him and i’ll flood his place with cats. he won’t know what hit him.”

you laughed in agreement, and turned off the lights, tucking yourself in the bed. you and gigi had 3 bedrooms in your apartment, but whenever things got rough, or whenever you missed your best friend, you found yourself in the same room 90% of the time. 

after a few minutes of silence, the kind where you know you’re both awake, you spoke into the darkness. 

“gigi?” 

she hummed quietly, “yeah?” 

“sorry for bringing it up again, but… what do you think i should do? about— about grayson.” 

“don’t be sorry.” she muttered, as she turned her head to look at you. 

“grayson, he thinks self inflicted isolation is the only answer when things get confusing. i guess you have to show him it’s not.” she said. “i think, i think you should just ask him, or talk to him.”

you hummed into the darkness, “yeah, maybe.” 

but that was the thing about grayson hawthorne. simply asking what was wrong never got you very far. 

“thanks, gigi.” you mumbled, and she turned back around, falling asleep promptly.

you turned over restlessly, even with the thick blanket covering you, you couldn’t shake the coldness off of you. 

it was strange, how one incident could change your whole perception of someone so quick.

you knew a lot of things about grayson, but one thing you never would’ve taken him as was a ghoster.

part 6

a/n: sorry guys i couldn’t let them be happy for more than one part taglist: @x-liv25-jamieswife @wish-i-were-heather @thecircularlibrary @whatsamongus @littlemissmentallyunstable

@anintellectualintellectual @lovethornes @maybxlle @sheisntyou @emelia07

 @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @charsoamerican @hxress23 @imaseabear 

@clarissaweasley-10 @off-to-the-r4ces @thelov3lybookworm @graysw1fe @lanterns-and-daydreams 

@hermesenthusiast @elysianwayy77 @that-daughter-of-hephaestuswa

[carmenized-onions]

It’s been a little while since you’ve posted on here so I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself!!! 💖

my darling loves, I'm so sorry

I'VE BEEN SO EMBARRASSED. I HAVEN'T WANTED TO SHOW MY FACE AROUND THIS TOWN BECAUSE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SHOW FOR MYSELF AFTER TAKING SUCH A LONG TIME AWAY FROM YOU ALL.

I've been. violently busy. in a good way, mostly. One of my jobs is the best job in the world and the other one is such a bitch it makes me scream every day forever.

but i'm also spending time with friends and enjoying life !

My mom also finished her last chemo appointment just a few weeks ago!!! YIPEEE!!!! Her CT Scans look GOOD!! so no chemo for the foreseeable future. She's unfortunately got the type of cancer that doesn't go away, but at the very least, it's MANAGEABLE. And that's a huge win. I'm very very grateful.

I ALSO FOUND A THERAPIST!!! gone to 2 sessions so far. every session she uncovers a new fucked up facet of me and honestly, can anyone else relate to this, it's sort of nice for someone else to look at your life and go like "oh wow. oh wow there's like. there's like so much here." like it feels good to think oh hurray. i'm not crazy. life IS fucked!

MY BROTHER MOVED!!! this took up a lot of my time, honestly. i love him and my nephew and my sister in law dearly. so i spent a long time making their gifts. i'm silly.

OUR CAT GOT SICK!!! HE'S GOT PEE CRYSTALS CAUSE HE'S OLD!!!!! HE'S DOING OKAY NOW THOUGH!! HIS STUPID URINARY FOOD IS SO EXPENSIVE THOUGH!!!

ANYWAYS. those are my major life updates right. So what's with the no chapter happening??

i. hated. the draft i'm working on so much. that i didn't work on it for like. a month.

and then in a haze. i left myself this voice to text note in my notes app as i was falling asleep one night.

then i hated that too. a week passes. perhaps two, actually.

i finally gain the courage one night to read my draft over.

it's actually not bad at all

it's actually pretty good

some scenes definitely need reworking but that's because i need to fully realize some character feelings

I just had really intense writers' block and fatigue, honestly. But i'm finally writing and EXCITED about it, again. I'm pulling that shit up on my commute and writing whenever i can. which makes me really happy. i was not loving the way it felt like a chore, for a minute there.

that said.

100% going to be more realistic with this chapter waiting timeline, and put a 'hiatus' or some sort of 'delays' tracker on my landing page. cause like. i keep saying check back in 2 weeks. and that's not fair to me or you girl. let's keep it real.

i think we're like.... hm... 50-60% there. (i'll update my landing the day after this post, it's late and i'm eepy)

i MIGHT write some blurbs in the mean time, it really depends. i keep having ideas and then they blink out of existence. perhaps send ideas. i might do something with them.

BUT YES I AM OKAY AND ALIVE. My silence came from a LOT of life stuff getting in the way and also a lot of honestly embarrassment. i hate coming out here over and over and being like haha. i've got nothing <3

but i know that y'all will understand, and i need to trust in y'all's patience more. and i'm GONNA!!!

gonna try to start up my 'answering one ask a day' trend again. except wednesdays. i work late on wednesdays so fuck that. but perhaps all the other days you'll hear from me.

alright. i'm going to shut up now. was any of this coherent? i don't know. thank you for listening!! i missed you dearly!!

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Modern!Azriel: "too much"

lol i’m projecting in this one. this is how my extended family has always made me feel so 🤷🏻‍♀️

tw: not eating due to anxiety.

-You kept Azriel hidden from your extended family for three years. 

-You truly did not have much association with them. They were kind but not loving towards you. 

-Your parents knew of him as well as the two cousins you were closest with that actually loved you. 

-About a year in, you and Azriel had the talk about your extended family. 

At first, Azriel was kind of hurt by it. He brought you around his family. His chosen and blood when he had to. 

-Your first major argument was about you keeping him away from your family. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” His voice cracked. 

“What? No! This isn’t about you, Azriel.” You sighed. 

“Then what is it? Are you freaking out about commitment to something?” 

“I just don’t want to bring you around them!” You cried. 

“Why?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” You crossed your arms. 

“Yes it does! Clearly something is bothering you. I cannot rest until I know what it is, Y/N.” He sighed. “I feel like I’m back in high school and my girlfriend is embarrassed to be seen with me.” 

That’s when your tears broke. You didn’t cry often. It took a while before you felt safe enough to do so in front of him. 

“I just…” You wiped your eyes and sniffed. “I’m really scared to bring you around them because I don’t want one of the few good things in my life to be tainted by them.” 

His silence spurred you on. “I don’t want you to be chased away.” 

“Baby,” He sighed. He walked to where you were in the dining room and leaned against the table in front of you. His legs spread, he put his hands on that plush waist he loves so much, and pulled you towards him. “I don’t want to push you, I’m sorry my insecurity got the better of me. But, you do see where I'm coming from, yes?” 

You sniffed and nodded, “I’d feel the same. I’m sorry I didn’t communicate properly.” 

“You were scared.” He justified it for you. 

“So were you a few minutes ago.” You nudged his shoulder. “If you’re going to validate me, I'm going to validate you.” 

“Two people pleasers in a relationship huh?” He chuckled. 

“That’s why we’re working on communication.” You brought your hands up to his broad shoulders. “Can we talk about this tonight? I just need to organize my thoughts a bit before….” You struggled to find the right words. “Ugh let me start over.” You sighed. 

He couldn’t help his smile, his girl was trying so hard. “I want to be able to eloquently tell you what's going on. It’s not you, it’s not even me, well kind of since I’m not letting you around them. But, they are a big issue.” 

“Okay, I’ll order our favorite takeout and we can talk about it when we’re eating. Is 20 minutes enough to help you get your thoughts together?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled, he wasn’t judging you. He was accepting you. Your neurodivergency and the way your mind worked. He kissed your forehead and went off to order the food. He knew your order by heart. 

-So when you guys got your food, you began to tell the story. How you were never “one of them” despite growing up with them. You were always left out and kids were mean. Then you came out as queer, which didn’t help being left out. Everyone looked at you weird. 

He knew better than anyone how it felt to be left out and hurt by your blood relatives. Granted, completely different situations however both are valid situations. 

He assured you he wasn’t upset at you, he was upset for you. He then told you how he would wait patiently. A couple of times, you almost got enough courage to do it. But then chickened out and just stayed home with him. You never went to those gatherings without someone. To be frank, you preferred Azriel’s company. 

-So when you finally took the plunge it was terrifying. 

-It was your aunt's birthday, a week before thanksgiving. You told them about him, they were all shocked to say the least that you had a partner and had had one for three years. 

-Then you got the normal guilt trip of “why didn’t you say something sooner?” or  “why didn’t you bring him” 

-Not “what’d i do to make you feel unsafe telling me this?” But that’s besides the point. 

-So the next week, you brought him to thanksgiving. 

-Your family was shocked to say the least. 

-That the loudest, vulgar, weird person in their family got the quietest, kindest man. 

-Azriel knew how you felt about this part of the family. You had always felt left out, like you weren’t good enough. You were ostracized as a child from them because you were different. 

-You were the only cousin that wasn’t baptized. Which made you different enough. But you’d rather think for yourself and your parents raised you without religion so you could choose your own path. 

-You cussed, you had tattoos, piercings. You wore clothes you were comfortable in which meant yeah, sometimes you wore a tank top that showed a bit of boobs. You wore all black as well. Also you were the plus size family member and you were queer. So that didn’t help the “fitting in” aspect. 

-He wore a nice black henley and black jeans. As well as his boots. He wanted to make a nice impression even though you told him that he could show up naked and you wouldn’t care. 

-He would. He wasn’t modest but he’d rather not have his future in-laws seeing his ‘monster cock’ as you called it. 

-God, he genuinely loved your vulgarity. 

-He knew how nervous you were, he knew you’d barely eat anything just because of sheer anxiety. His goal was to make sure you ate some appetizers or something.  

-When you walked in, you could tell your family was just floored by him. He greeted everyone with the proper “Mr.” and “Mrs/Ms/Miss.” He shook everyone's hands, smiled at your baby cousins who knew nothing of the strange man but were comfortable enough to wave at him. 

The entire time, he had a hand on your waist. Showing he’s on your side. 

-You warned him that your family was going to eventually get him alone to talk to him about you to which he responded with “let them.” 

They weren’t pissing him off too much. He didn’t like the way some of them were around you. Like you were someone to avoid. When he knew that you were the safest person in the room to any stranger, let alone him. 

”I’m sure sometimes she can be overwhelming.” Your aunt said as if it was a fun little tidbit. But he knew it was a jab. 

If smiles could kill, Azriel’s could’ve maimed her. “Actually she’s perfect.” He let his guard down enough to look at you across the room with your cousins, a lovestruck look on his face. “If she’d let me, I’d marry her tomorrow.” 

Your family was clearly surprised. You had never brought anyone around and now you bring this guy for the first time and he’s ready to marry you? 

-Throughout the day, he kept trying to get you to come out of your shell a bit. 

-When he made you snort in laughter, he let out his first real smile all day. Let these assholes see how happy you make him. 

-Then he noticed your elderly family member glaring at your tattoos. She was caught by Azriel and had the decency to have a look on her face like “can you blame me?” To which he smiled and rolled up his sleeves to show off his ink. 

She had the decency to look embarrassed. 

-Your family quickly began to see a real side of you. One that’s comfortable in her space enough to lean on someone. That someone was Azriel.

-Shortly after the meal, you two left. Claiming you had to go to Azriel’s mothers. They didn’t need to know that you had thanksgiving with her and the whole chosen family the day before. 

-You were finally able to relax when the door shut to the car. You two began the drive back home to the city. 

-You snuggled into him over the center console. Your arm wrapped around his bicep as he drove. You sighed, completely content and he kissed your temple while keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

“What for?” 

“Just…loving me as I am.” 

“You should not feel the need to thank me for that.” He said. 

“Well I am. So deal with it.” You huffed, but you kissed his arm through his shirt. “You’re never embarrassed of me, you take me in stride and love me as if I’m…” You trailed off. “Irreplaceable.” 

“You are.” He said so earnestly that you almost weeped. You squeezed him tighter. “You make me feel so happy, so….loved. I’ve never felt so loved. Those people are fools for not seeing how incredible you are.” 

You felt your eyes getting misty. “You’re so getting head tonight.” You whispered. 

He let out a loud, sharp laugh of surprise. Yeah, he was in it forever. 

[lucy90712]

hello 💌,

I was thinking about kenan and reader being apartment neighbors. They have an interaction when reader moves into the building. After some time they ride the elevator together and she has a heavy package that he offers to help her with. She accepts he's offer and they have chitchat until he finally gains the courage to ask her put.

:)

Getting my own apartment has been a goal of mine for the last year, my parents to were willing to let me stay at home until I was ready to move out but I wanted to try and move out as soon as possible to be independent. That is exactly what I've done I got myself a job in a new city and found an apartment of my own there. A lot of my friends and family have called me crazy for doing all this at once but I think it will be good for me to get out there and experience life and meet some new people. 

Seeing as I'm moving to a new city I don't have anyone to help me move in but I didn't have too much stuff so I put it all in my car and drove to my new apartment building. It took a few trips to get all the boxes up to my apartment but eventually I had the last few boxes which I had to put down when I reached my door so I could unlock it and just as I did so someone came out the door of the apartment next to mine. The noise made me jump but then I saw the guy that came out the apartment and all the air in my lungs disappeared. I've never seen such an attractive guy in my life part of that is probably to do with living in a small town but still he was so incredibly hot it made me nervous just being around him. 

"Hey I'm guessing you are just moving in I'm Kenan and as you can probably tell I live next door" Kenan said introducing himself 

"Nice to meet you Kenan I'm y/n forgive me if it's loud while I'm sorting things out I'll try and get things done as quick as I can" I said 

"Don't worry about it if you need any help feel free to knock on my door I'm just going out for a few minutes so I'll be back soon" he said 

"Thank you" I said 

With that he left and headed to the lift leaving me flustered as I fiddled with my keys and the lock on my door which seemed impossible to open in that moment. Eventually I made it inside and dragged the boxes in behind me but then I just flopped on the floor surrounded by all my belongings thinking about Kenan. I knew there would be more cute guys in a bigger city but I didn't think I'd meet one the minute I got to my new apartment.  Not only was Kenan cute but he was nice too he didn't have to stop and introduce himself and offer me help if I need it, not a single guy from my hometown would ever do that all of them live solely in their own world. 

Even though Kenan offered to help I didn't knock on his door even when I struggled putting some things together or reaching the top shelves of my kitchen cabinets. It's not that I was scared of inviting him into my apartment I was worried I'd seem like an idiot. If I knock in his door to help me build something and he does it in a few minutes I'll look like an idiot and I don't want Kenan to think I'm stupid not when he's the first nice and attractive guy I've met here. 

~~~~~~~~~~

I've been in my apartment for a whole month now which has gone by so fast it's almost crazy. It took a while for me to find a routine but now I have a schedule outside of just my work hours. Everyday when I leave for work I see Kenan sometimes we get the lift at the same time and other times when I get out the lift I see him coming down the stairs. Usually when we just come across each other in passing we smile at one another but say nothing but if we get in the lift together we will say a quick hi but that's it. I'd love to actually talk to him as he's definitely the most attractive guy I've met here or just in my life in general but I'm way too scared to embarrass myself. Not only that but someone like him must have a girlfriend and if he doesn't he's way out of my league anyway. 

Today is Saturday and usually I go out for a walk and get lunch by myself before getting some fresh ingredients to make myself a nice dinner but today I have other plans. When I moved in the place had some furniture like a sofa and some tables but it didn't have a bed frame which it was supposed to have but it didn't. So I've been sleeping with my mattress on the floor until I could get a bed frame which took forever but finally today it is being delivered. I had a call this morning to tell me when it would arrive so now I'm just waiting to get a call to buzz the delivery guys in. 

The call finally came at 4pm so I ran down the stairs as quick as possible only to be told that they wouldn't bring the boxes upstairs for me and nothing I said could convince them to do so. This left me with three heavy boxes to try and drag to my apartment by myself. I tried lifting all of them one by one but I couldn't even get them more than a few inches off the ground as they were so heavy. In that moment all I wanted to do was sit down on the floor and cry but that isn't going to get the boxes to my apartment so I got myself ready and started pushing one box towards the lift. It was hard work and took all of my strength to get it just halfway across the lobby which is where I stopped to have a break for a minute. 

"Are you ok there?" I heard a voice behind me ask and when I turned around I saw Kenan stood not far behind me 

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied trying not to make it obvious his out of breath I am 

"Not to be rude but it doesn't look like you're alright" Kenan said 

"You're right my apartment didn't come with the bed frame it was supposed to so I ordered one and they refused to take the boxes upstairs so here I am pushing them along the floor as I can't lift them" I admitted in defeat 

"God they must've been assholes please let me help you though you're going to hurt yourself if you aren't careful" he said 

"Are you sure?" I asked 

"Of course let me take this one then I'll came back and get the next two" he said

Somehow he lifted the box with ease right into the lift and then to my door like it was nothing. After I unlocked the door and he took the box into my bedroom he went back down for the next two leaving me to open the box in front of me. He was back before I knew it and instead of just leaving he sat down and helped me get everything out of the boxes and started to look through the instructions. I didn't expect him to be willing to help me get the boxes up here let alone stay and help me build it but I guess Kenan is even nicer than I first thought he was.

We worked together me reading the instructions and holding pieces in place as he put the screws in and attached all the pieces together. While we worked we talked to each other properly for the first time. Kenan told me he was 19 just like me and that he plays football at Juventus for a living which took me by surprise as I've never really been into football so I never know who plays for what team. Knowing that he's a footballer should've made me more nervous but the fact that he was so open with me made me feel more comfortable telling him about my life. He listened to every little thing I said when I told him about my life back home and why I moved. We didn't stop talking the entire time we built the bed frame and even when it was done we still sat there talking for a bit longer before grabbing my mattress and putting my room back together. 

After spending the last few hours with Kenan I didn't want him to leave so I wracked my brain for all the things I could do to get him to stay for a bit longer without seeming too weird. Then I thought about making dinner for us both as a thank you for him helping me. 

"Would you like to stay and I can make us some dinner as my way of thanking you for helping me with everything" I said 

"That would be lovely but you don't need to thank me I'm just glad I got here before you hurt yourself" he said 

"Well I'm going to thank you anyway" I said 

As I gathered things from my kitchen something in my brain remembered my dad telling me that footballers have strict diets to follow so I stopped what I was doing to ask Kenan if there was anything he wasn't allowed to have but he insisted that anything I made would be fine. Once I started chopping vegetables Kenan left his position on one of the barstools I have in my kitchen and grabbed one of my knives to help me with cutting everything. Instead of me cooking for him as a thank you it ended up with us cooking together which was actually really nice. While everything was cooking and we had cleaned everything up we had nothing to do other than keep talking and getting to know each other. 

Despite being a footballer Kenan was so down to earth and just normal. He didn't have an attitude or think he was more important than me just because he plays football which is how I've always thought footballers would be. All the boys from my hometown that played football were complete assholes and they didn't even play for well known clubs so I thought proper football players would be worse but Kenan has changed my perspective about that. I'm not someone who feels comfortable talking with people I don't know well but I feel so comfortable around Kenan and I feel like I can talk about myself without fearing he will make fun of me. 

Once dinner was ready we sat down to eat together which is the first time we've stopped talking in hours. Even after dinner Kenan didn't stop being a gentleman as he took my plate and washed up for me. After that it was the time for Kenan to leave as I didn't have any reason to keep him here any longer even if I didn't want him to leave. Neither of us knew what we were supposed to do as he stood by my front door and we just stared at each other. 

"Thanks again for helping me today this experience has been so much more enjoyable as I haven't had to do it alone" I said breaking the silence 

"I'm happy to help and it was nice to get to know you better seeing as we are neighbours" Kenan said 

"So umm sorry if this is too forward but I really like you and actually getting to talk to you today has only reaffirmed my feelings so would you like to go on a date at some point?" he asked 

"I'd love that" I replied 

With that we exchanged phone numbers and he promised to text me when he was free so we could plan a date. Who would've thought that some awful delivery men would land me a date with a guy like Kenan. 

[gbeautyy]

382 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨

╰┈➤ 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you're a nurse intern that was added to the tulpar in the last minute; forced to shake off the traumas that hasn't went away because this is your biggest dream ever! space

.──★ ˙🍓 ̟!! mouthwashing x fem!crybaby!reader ୨ৎ

| mention of s@, gore, curse words, insulting

All characters in this publication are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER TWO

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SIX DAYS BEFORE THE CRASH.

YOU WOKE UP FROM THE BED, your back cracking as you stretched, your bones popping somehow satisfyingly. you let out a moan in pain as your arm were cramping. you huff, straightening your right arm for a while as you muffled the moans of pain to the pillow.

you sighed as the cramping was finally over. you checked the time; 5:00 AM. early in the morning. groaning as you stretched your whole body, you sit up, standing up too fast and felt dizzy, sitting back again to the bed. you huffed, staring at yourself in the mirror you brought from home.

even when you're crazy, you'll always be a crybaby and will never change. you gritted your teeth, wanting to smash the mirror but let out a heavy sigh, calming yourself down, not really wanting your morning mood to be ruined. you opened your quarter's door, walking out and immediately went to the medical room to drink some paracetamol.

your head always feels like its spinning every morning. you let out an annoyed groan as someone called your name from afar, you recognize it as curly- but you don't have the energy to socialize. how can he have so many energy?

"[name]! good morning, rise and shine!" he grinned towards you, looking down to your height and wanting to ruffle your hair but hesitating, he didn't do it anyway.

"yeah...good morning..." you replied, pulling up your hood to hide your face and scratched your cheek, yawning. "how're you this morning? feeling good? or still feeling sleepy? or sore? was the bed comfy?" you only stared at him as he continued to talk, your mind still not working properly and your head's feeling more dizzy as you only can hear him talk nonsense.

you wonder why he's more ecstatic today, you only let out a hum of response to him, "i gotta go to the medical room..." you mumbled groggily, walking off to the medical room while curly only smiles brightly. i'm such a good captain! he thought, then walking off to the cockpit to control the tulpar, it'll keep him occupied for a while.

you walked to the medical room weakly, forcing your body to move as you took a few pills of the paracetamol and sat on the floor, popping the pills to your mouth and then took a big gulp of the water bottle, leaning your head on the table near you as you felt the headache slowly went away by the passsing minutes.

you grunted as you lifted your body slightly to fix your posture. you flinched as someone let out a loud scream, you quickly looked over the door and realizing it was daisuke, he covers his mouth awkwardly with his right palm, his face pale. "i thought you were overdosing yourself!" he yelled, quickly running up to you and helping you stand up properly. "you scared me!" you yellled back, holding his shoulder to keep balance. daisuke only gave you a resting bitch face, while you only furrow your eyebrows.

"do not give me that face ever again."

YOU WERE JUST HANGING OUT WITH DAISUKE IN FRONT OF THE LARGE SCREEN, him sitting on the couch beside as he yapped while you were only listening, playing with his gameboy. "oh, that's not how you do it!" he looked over to the gameboy you were holding, snatching it and practically showing off his gameplay, not telling you how to do the game properly while you only sweat nervously, wanting to ask him how to play properly and actually play the game.

you sigh, not having the courage to speak up and now just watching him play the game as you zone out, then blinking again as you felt someone poked your shoulder. you and daisuke immediately looked behind, realizing it was anya. "anya! wanna join in?" daisuke showed his usual grin, while you signed at anya to decline the offer by blinking. anya only smiled awkwardly, "sorry, daisuke...we gotta prepare an event."

"awh, prepare what event, though?" daisuke sulked a bit as anya declined his offer but then his smile coming back again at the idea of preparing some event, thrilled at the thought as you sneakily snatched his gameboy, cringed as the gameboy made a loud sound, making daisuke look over at you.

"oh, if you wanted to play you could've told me!" you only mumble in response, continuing to play the gameboy. "the answer to your question, we're actually going to prepare curly's birthday." daisuke's eyes sparkled at the thought. he loved birthday parties! and it was his captain's birthday? oh, daisuke could entertain him with his tiktok dance moves he learned back then in the earth.

"it sounds fantastic!" daisuke cheered, while you only moved your head away from him, your ear drums about to bust. "don't be too loud," you whispered, while daisuke only laughed sheepishly.

ah, the sun and the moon dynamic, but the sun couldn't s̸̷͖̖̹̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̑͒ͭ̓̂̈̏͋̇̂̾h͚̬̲̘̥̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗͐͋̒ͣ̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͟͢͢͞i̓͏̸̴͙̬̝̹͓͍̘͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̷̨̥͍̬͈̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺ͧ̓́̿̏̀̕̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ a̷̸̴̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̹͓͍̘͗̀͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈̰̟͙͙̤̲ͧ̓́̿̍ͣͬ̕y̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇ ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖͈̼̯̜ͦ̈ͬ̀̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿ͤͦ̅̽̈̍̕͏̩̠͚ḡ̷͕̤͕̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺ͪ̉̏̀̕͟e̒ͦ̇̈҉̵͙͓̳͕̺ͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ̵͚̗ͬb̷̷̼̠͕͔̯̟̖͙̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̋ͥ̋ͯ͆̍̏̀̚̕͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳̯͉̀̇ͥ̕c̸̠̦̞͛̔ͨ̀a̷̷̡̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̱͕̲̖͗̀̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞̪̻͉̞̞̗̠ͫ̀̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͢͜͜ͅs̸̷͖̖̹̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̑͒ͭ̓̂̈̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̷̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̄͋̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞͈̼̯̜ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo͇̬͎͈̼̯̜ͦ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿̕ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w͚͓͈̼̯̜̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̔͆͂̇͢͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͢͜͞ͅ҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͦ̈ͬ̀͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̄͋a̷̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̺̺͙͗̀͐ͫͫ̃͟k͛ͨ̉̚҉̷̳̬̼͓͔̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ̛̪͍̘͕̥̠̮͇͚ͩ̈́̍ͮ́ͦ̈̎̀p̙̞͍ͪͨ̔̂ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̯͉͗̀̀̇ͥ̕c̸̷̠̦̞̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͛̔ͨ̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳, a̷̸̴̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̹͓͍̘͗̀͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͧ̓́̿͌ͥ̉ͤ̏̕d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̷̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̄͋̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞͈̼̯̜ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo͇̬͎͈̼̯̜ͦ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿̕ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w͚͓͈̼̯̜̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̔͆͂̇͢͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͢͜͞ͅ҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͦ̈ͬ̀͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗ͭͮ̽ͧ͗̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͠͞͞͞i̓͏̷͙̬̝̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̪̻͉̞̞̗̠͗̀̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w̷͚͓̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̏̀̕͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀.

̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜

ͭ̆͐̿ͧ͒̏͋̉Ṡͣ̒҉̨̢ͬͩ́Y̶̛̾̋͗̐ͭ̆͐̿ͧ͒̏͋̉Ṡͣ̒҉̨̢̈̃͡Tͯͬ͋̐ͮ͌ͨͮͫͩ́͘͟͢͜E̵͆́͆̑ͧ̐̍̾̕͢͜Mͪ͆ͧ́ͯ ̴ͩͤ͑̏̿́̕F̈́̐ͣ̓͆͛ͧ̀̀A̡̓ͩ̄̑̓̀͗̒ͤ̊I̵̴ͭ̂͂͒ͤͯ́̊̉̈́̇̀ͦ́͜͡L̡̓͊̇̇̒ͯ́͆Ů̀ͥ͐ͨ̈̃͑̉̍͛͡͞͞R̛ͥ̇̽ͮͫͩ́͘͜E͆́͆̑ͧ̐͢

daisuke was excited to blow the balloons, daisuke blowed the balloon with all of his breathe until he can't breathe while you can't even blow the balloon properly without getting a hard time breathing, anya was the one who hung the party garland with the chair, jimmy preparing the plates, forks, spoons, and the knife while swansea did the party hats to its original shape.

as the work was done, swansea handed each one of you, you somehow acidentally broke the party hat's strings, making you tear up as that was the only one left, while the other one was for curly. swansea and jimmy wanted you to wear their party hats instead; saying the hat made them look stupid while you refused, saying that it's fine, it wasn't a big deal, and it was only a party hat. but daisuke looked dissapointed, though. he wanted to gave you his party hat but he also wanted the party hat.

you then stood behind daisuke and anya, waiting for curly to come in to the lounge, as the door slides open, all of you, except swansea clapped. jimmy's the first one to speak up. "surprise!" he cheered, followed by daisuke. "surpriiiise! look at your face!" daisuke grinned, while anya held back a laugh. "heheh. gotcha!" and then followed by you, who only mumbled a quiet 'happy birthday' as swansea only said "...cheers."

curly scratched the back of his neck, grinning nervously. "uh, wow." he only replied. "what's the uh, occasion?" he asked, confused. "we only get one communal birthday per trip, right?" anya replied, "so we can have it whenever." anya explained. "only one person can really be surprise birthday-ed per trip." jimmy continued the explaining, "we did swansea last haul, remember?"

"no way! i can't believe i missed that!" daisuke chirped, looking over to jimmy. "you were next on the list. so, congratulations." jimmy replied nonchalantly while you only fidgeted with the hem of your jacket, preferring just to listen to them talk, they then continued to yap about something, while you only continued to observe curly's nervous face, seeming suspicious.

something's off, you thought. "oh yeah, where's [name]'s party hat?" curly asked, noticing you're the only one who's not wearing a party hat. "oh, kid broke it. she's pretty rough, or either too excited." swansea crossed his arms, sighing while you only stared at the ground. you then feel something on your head, noticing curly giving you his 'supposed' to be birthday hat. he only smiled at you, while you smiled back, and then got lost in thoughts.

your thoughts then was broken as anya told curly to bake the cake, each of you seperating, except you. you were standing near daisuke, who's just standing by near the counter as he talked to you happily and talked about how's he 'excited' for the cake. you catched curly gazing over you both for a while, before then baking the cake.

"do you think something's off with captain?" you whispered to daisuke, holding the collar of your jacket nervously, daisuke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "nah! he's probably just surprised, and confused!" he gave you an reasurring smile while you continued to fidget with your jacket. "if you say so," you replied, giving a small smile back to him. after a while, daisuke pulled your wrist, "hey, let's go sit down, i can already smell the sparkly cake!" he dragged you to the chair beside him, pulling your seat and letting you sit first as he sat down beside you.

you sat across swansea, daisuke sat across anya while curly sat across jimmy. as curly sat down, they all insisted curly to make a speech, daisuke cheering happily to curly, demanding him to make a speech.

...

"that's all it said on the report from management," curly finished explaining, the whole time as curly explained, you gripped your jacket tightly, feeling your heart beating faster and faster, your face and hands sweaty.

daisuke was zoning out, staring blankly at the table as if he's regretting his life choices. swansea then grumbled in annoyance, while anya trembling, saying she doesn't have any savings, and jimmy...he looked furious. you closed your eyes as curly and jimmy starts arguing.

"i can go back to my, how'd you put it? 'struggle of a life'?" jimmy frowned. "anya never go into medical school because she's...well, let's be real. and how many employment years swansea got left in him?" swansea only scoffs, looking over at jimmy. "daisuke will be fine, mommy and daddy have him covered. so there's that atleast." jimmy then looked at you who's closing your eyes and trembling.

"and [name]. she has too much mental ilnesses for this shit, a crybaby one at that." you covered your face with your palms, holding back a sob. no! you're normal; you don't have any mental ilnesses! you're just....hypersensitive, that's what they call it. wait, is paranoia a mental illness? well, that's one mental illness! you're normal, you're normal, you're normal, you're normal, you're normal.y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓'r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆.

you felt your breathes getting heavier each time jimmy spoke up, and then jimmy slammed the damn table, making you flinch and let out a surprise noise. you choked out sob, daisuke trying to comfort you. anya then also covered her face, not wanting to show her worried and lost face. as curly took the knife, he glanced at you who's still covering your face, letting out choked sobs while daisuke looked over you with a worried look.

curly then slowly cut the cake.

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tag: @morimov

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

Okay so, below is a health ish update and a vent about my former GP- cause they did smth that feld dehumanizing. This is mostly just so other people who might have similar health issues to me, can point me into right directions....im iffy about doctors rn-

Contents:

- stupid thing my GP did

- listing of my pains i have that neither of my 2 GP's ive been to acknowledged or bothered with. If you have something similar or know ANYTHING, i really need help, even just little things to make it easier.

- So, what my last gp did -

So i had an appointment with her recently that i took my boyfriend too since he was visiting me anyway- love him

I sat down, and the whole appointment was just a disappointment. She basically gave up on figuring out why im dizzy or why my blood pressure is so high with 18. I asked what im supposed to do with my heart, what im supposed to do about the dizzy- that i came to her for answers- but the woman who seemed so keen on finding out whats wrong with me, cursing my first gp for just prescribing me HBP Meds without further research and who daid she loved working with young adults...just apparently gave up n said is nothing n that i should just continue talking my meds. I had my shitty ass cane to the appointment with me, which she asked about - and i said it helped me with my dizzy, to which she rolled her eyes

She offered one more test, probably just to get me out and left for a bit to talk with a doctor. In the meantime i had a breakdown because i got no answers- and didn't get any further.

When she came back, she told me to get up and go straight, i asked to where exactly- then she grabbed my arm, took my cane from me and with a very uncomfortable grip, dragged me to the waiting area in front of the room for the last test and sat me down, giving the cane to my probably very taken aback partner who had followed us and mutteredthat i didn't need it and. I had another breakdown and didn't understand what happened yet- but it felt bad, dehumanizing?? GP asked me not to cry, and that what she did was just to give me courage and then just left. It felt like she never listened to anything i said- and i still don't know what to make of what happened - if anyone has suggestions- do tell? It felt....hurtful

- My issues and ows and whatnot -

So, there are a few, especially now that i have someone who actually tells me that they're not normal.

- my feet/heels start hurting after 5 ish minutes of standing

- i get dizzy if i stand for a minute or two on bad days and good days it kicks after 1-10 minutes

- heat and shower makes dizzy worse. A sitting think in the shower would make it better

- i have too high blood pressure if i don't take the meds.

- no, the dizzy doesn't come from any ear organ stuff. Tested that.

- the dizzy had gotten. Better after the meds, now its hard to tell.

- sometimes my gravity just says no.

- after maybe 30 min to an hour of walking, my feet/heels hurt. After a certain point i get dizzy. Then no amount of break will fix it. I need to lay down.

- without my cane, walking feels heavy. Please let me use my cane for fucks sake im going to hit the next doctor who says i don't need it i swear to GOD.

- growth pain. After a day of walking. Or cleaning. My knees and shins hurt. Especially once im laying again. They hurt so much that i want to claw at them. Take them out. Agony. Luckily ive started to recognize the kinda pain early and take a paracetamol- but without it? Not matter what position, im in pain

I don't think im supposed to have growth pain anymore with almost 19, right?

- when i get dizzy, the ground feels like its zooming away from me

- i was born at the end of the 6th month? If that helps any-

- inherited migraines from my dad- also just side info

[audaciousacolyte]

Just found your account and I think I need to be feed these days👀

Anyways can I request Mk x LBD son reader? Like the reader got separate from LBD and he is pretty glad for it, he joined Mk and his friends, has a reunion with his mother, she also expose him about being her son

Mk and the reader were a couple 👀 oh btw, headcanon and any genre Ty for taking the request

-KW anon 🥝

Son of Ice and Spirits

Son of LBD!reader x MK fluff and angst headcanons, with hurt/comfort

《|| AN: I'm just assuming that the reader has some of the same powers as the Lady Bone Demon,such as ice manipulation and spooky spirit powers, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!! That being said, I had a blast writing this and I hope that you enjoy it!! ||》

Fluff

☆ MK is, quite literally,the sweetest guy you could've ever hoped to meet.

☆ When the two of you first met, he was so nervous about making a fool of himself that he could barely speak to you without stuttering or tripping over his words!

☆ It took a long time for him to act normally around you, let alone speak to you.

☆ I'm gonna go with the assumption that MK didn't even realize that you had any powers in the first place, so when you do eventually use them in front of him, his first reaction is "😦"

☆ It's even funnier coupled with the fact that he didn't even realize that you were not human. Like, at all.

☆ He is going to be embarrassed until the day he dies, even as you tell him that it's totally understandable and that you don't really go about telling people that you're a demon outright.

☆ When he finally does work up the courage to confess, it's entirely random and out of the blue.

☆ Still, it was very sweet and endearing (at least in your eyes), so the two of you have been dating ever since.

Angst

○ When you eventually do run into your mother again, it's not a happy family reunion in the slightest.

○ So. You know. It's not great.

○ Although you had known that she was defeated long ago, you had not known that her second in command was still out there.

○ To say your mother was...upset with you is an understatement.

○ Actually, if it weren't for your friends, she'd very likely would've taken you prisoner and forced you to aid in her endeavor to eradicate the mortal realm.

○ The only one who actually knew that the two of you were related at all was the six eared macaque, as he was technically still under your mother's thumb. Although everyone was shocked by the information, after you explained your own viewpoint of your mother's ideologies, they quickly understood.

○ Understandably however, Monkey king and Pigsy kept a much closer eye on you after the "Big Reveal" as you like to call it.

○ There wasn't really that much time to delve into your problems as you all where racing against the clock to save the world, but MK did manage to steal a few minutes for the two of you to talk. He wasn't even angry that you hadn't told him, he just wanted to know why that was the case.

○ You told him the truth. That your mother was...not the greatest person, and that she had forced you to do a lot of things that you hadn't wanted to. You told him that you had just wanted to help her and make her happy. And...he understood.

○ MK knows what it's like to want to help people, and make them happy at the cost of his own happiness. And he used to do that far too often with people who probably didn't deserve his time, so...yeah, he knows what it's like.

○ After the final confrontation and your mother's death, you felt...tired? You think? It certainly wasn't a good feeling, but not quite a bad one either.

○ Later on, you begin to identify the odd weight in your chest as relief. Relief that your mother no longer held any sway in your life or in others.

○ That relief turns to guilt, and guilt turns into grief. Your MOTHER is dead and yet you don't feel as bad as you thought that you should.

○ Thankfully, MK catches on.

○ He tells you to that it's alright that you don't feel bad. That sometimes, when someone hurts us badly enough, we start believing things that aren't true. That someone who loved us and raised us and hurt us, sometimes without meaning to, should be agonized over when they refused to better themselves. He told you that you didn't have to feel quite so bad because sometimes, we're better off without those people in our lives.

○ The lady bone demon was your mother,yes, but she hurt you. She hurt countless others as well. And although you still love her deep down, you figured that MK was right...that sometimes we are just better off.

○ And as the day begins anew and the city of Megapolis bustles to life, you can't help but feel just the tiniest bit better that you have your wonderful boyfriend at your side.

[bodhisattvas-storm]

Chapter 17

(Master list)

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The next few weeks fly by in a blur, and I've done my best to tip toe around the subject of telling Rafe what happened to me. I feel the wight of his eyes on my back as I show Sarah the motions of how to take someone's feet out from under them so they land flat on their back every time "There you go! You're a natural Sarah, " I say with pride as she beams at me."Now. Jog to the stop sign and back, and we'll be done, " I say, and she nods and takes off. I tip my head to the sun, enjoying the warmth as I steady myself. "Are you almost ready to talk about what's been bothering you, pretty girl? It's been weeks, and I'm starting to worry, " Rafe says softly, and I feel my shoulders slump. I've given as much reassurance as I can, and I know we are both at our breaking points. I turn to look at him. I search his face and body language and come up empty. Nothing screams that he is going to bolt when I tell him. I stick out my hand, and as he takes it, he presses a warm kiss to the back of my hand. The tingles spread up my arm and through my body, and it steadys me as I lead him to the big live oak in the corner of the yard. I silently let go of his hand and begin to climb until I find a good spot to settle in. Rafe picks a spot just below me and waits patiently until I speak. We sit in silence for a few minutes before I gather the courage. "It wasn't a random attack. On me. How I got my scar, " I say flatly as I reach out and pull a leaf off of a branch. I fidget with it as I say, "I was involved with Kyle. Not dating and not really seeing other people. Or at least I wasn't. I never slept with him. I was just enjoying the attention and the gifts. But I could tell the lack of a sexual aspect was getting to him and the night at the bone yard when I decided I wasn't going to continue the relationship is apparently the same night he decided he deserved more from me than I was willing to give" I say looking down at my hands. At the beautiful green leaf. I'm trying to ground myself for the next part. "Him and Topper cornered me, and despite the bad feeling I got, I accepted the drink that was offered. I was leaving already. I told the pouges I was going home, so no one. Not one single person knew to look for me after the drugs kicked in. Enough to make me loopy but never enough to fully put me to sleep. No.. no, they wanted me to feel it all, " I say quietly. I slowly look at Rafe for the first time since I started and can no longer hold back the tears at the raw openness on his face. The patience and understanding. "They raped me. For hours. They didn't set out to kill me. No Topper just decided he wanted more blood. They didn't take my life, but they did kill me that night. And I'm terrified Rafe. Absolutely terrified that you'll think less of me knowing they didn't just scar me. They took things from me that I will never get back. They killed some light and loving part of me, and in return, only darkness and rage lives there. A monster born of helplessness and agony. " I choke out as I can't help the rattling sobs that rip out of me. I feel like I can't breathe as I lay a hand on my chest, trying to get any air down

"May I?" Rafe asks gently, and I know what he is asking as I nod my head frantically. Slowly, he makes his way to me and settles in a sturdy spot before he scoops me up into his lap. To my surprise, he lightly blows in my face as he gently rocks us back and forth. It's subtle, but the more he does it, the better I can breathe, and the confusion must show on my face. "Old trick for when a baby gets choked up and can't breathe. Works like a charm every time. JJ actually taught me that when I had a panic attack the first few weeks of knowing him after I got clean." He says with pride as he plays with the ends of my hair."I could never think less of you for what you went through, baby. That is something you can not change. You're right. They did kill some part of you that night, but you're not a monster, Bodhisattva. You have every right to be this way. To get revenge for what was done to you, " he says with such conviction that goosebumps form on my arms."You promise?" I say weakly, and he gently cups my face and tilts my head to look him in the eyes."I swear it on my life. On the lives of the people I love, " he says, and deep emotions swim in his eyes, and I know. I know it in my bones that he is telling the truth. I lean forward and gently kiss him. I move to straddle his lap when Sarah's voice breaks through the silence. "Where are you guys?" She yells, and I can't help but laugh."We're coming!" I yell back, and she goes silent. I grab Rafe's hand, and he looks at me. "At some point. You need to have a conversation with Sarah, " I say softly, and alarm flares in his eyes as he looks down at his sister, who is patiently waiting for us out in the sun. I start the climb down before he has the chance to reply.

"JJ texted. He says he wants the three of us to come to the chateau and to bring handburger buns, " she says as soon as my feet hit the ground."Ouuu bet that. Imma go get changed. Sarah, would you like to take a shower after me? I can give you some clothes?" I offer, and her face lights up."Oh yes, please. I think he is telling everyone tonight. I'd really rather not smell like ass properly meeting my twins' family for the first time, " she rushes out in relief "Alright come on, " I say lightly and guide her to the house.

It takes a total of an hour for me and Sarah to get ready. As we pull up to the grocery store down the road from the chateau, my eyes snag on a very nice jeep, and an unsettling feeling forms in my gut as I look around. Neither Rafe nor Sarah seem to notice, and I want to write it off as paranoia, but something is off as we walk into the store. We make our way to the bread isal "pick out some buns. It's best to get four packs. I'm gonna go get some bacon, " I say as I turn to walk away. I look at the meats and decide I want to get some brats as well, so I pick three packages up, and as my hand closes around the bacon, I hear it. "Get your hand off of me. Right. Now!" Sarah snaps in a voice I've never heard, and I'm instantly moving. I round the corner and see none other than Topper and Kelce. Topper is in front of Sarah, and Kelce is behind her as they have her trapped, and I see red at the hand that is holding tightly to her arm. Where is Rafe? I see his hand tighten as he leans forward to whisper something in her ear. "Hey!" I say loudly enough that Kelce takes a step back, and Toppers grip loosens, but he doesn't let go as he pulls her to stand on the other side of him. I lock eyes with Sarah, and her pleading look hurts as I slowly look to her left, hoping she gets the point as her eyes follow mine to the glass jar of jalapeños. She looks back to me, and I try to convey what I'm thinking. I've trained you for weeks now to defend yourself. She gives a subtle nod as I take a step forward "You have about three seconds to let her go Top" I say smugly and he tips his head back and laughs "and what exactly are you going to do about it babe? Why would you defend a kook, huh? Besides I'm not doing anything at all" he says with such arrogance and now it's my turn to laugh as I take a few more steps and set down everything in my hands "You see my guy. That's your problem. You think I'm the threat in this situation? What am I going to do about it? More like, what is she going to do about it?" I say as I gesture to Sarah, and it takes a split second for her twist out of his reach, grabbing the jar of jalapeños as she goes. The shock registers on his face a second before the jar connects with his jaw with a satisfying crack as it shatters and juice and peppers go flying. Kelce takes a step forward but too slow as she kicks his feet out from under him perfectly. Topper starts screaming as blood starts to flow down his cheek ans neck Rafe appears at the end of the isal and the shock on his face makes me laugh again as I pick up the stuff I put down. Sarah is already moving as she grabs the buns and walks towards her brother, who just appeared at the end of the isal and is looking at her with a mix of pride and fear. Fear for the consequences that are to come from this encounter. As I go to step over Topper I stop to bend down and as my face becomes clear through the blood and juice I give him a slow and wicked smile "I've enjoyed the sounds of your screams. I look forward to hearing them again. But just remember, " I say softly as I get fully into his face."Just try and relax and have some fun, babe, " I say with a soft laugh before jogging away. Rafe slapped more than enough money on the counter as we swiftly made our way back to the car.

For the first time, I really look at Sarah and notice the dark bruise already forming on her arm. Then I notice the blood sliding down and dripping off her elbow "Fuck. You're bleeding" I say as we get in the car "I didn't even notice. But now it fuckin burns like a bitch" she chokes out as tears prickle her eyes "Drive fast baby" I say urgently

It takes two to long to get to the chateau. We waste no time busting through the door. "Bird! Get the first aid kit. " I snap out, feeling very stressed at the bright blood that is now all over Sarah. John B is there in an instant gently guiding her to a seat at the surprisingly clean kitchen table "What the fuck happened" JJ says as he storms into the house and straight for his sister. He squats down in front of her as John B unpacks the kit and gets the disinfectant "Pope will you get me a towl and some warm water please" he says calmly. Ever the leader. JJ reaches up and brushes back Sarah's hair "Tell me what happened" he says softly as Pope returns to the room "And why do you smell spicy?" Says Kie curiously and I chuckle "I broke a jar of jalapeños" Sarah says "On Toppers face" she adds shyly and there is a beat of silence before the room erupts in roars of laughter from everyone but Bird who gives Sarah a smile as he gets ready "This I'd probably going to hurt but it has to be disinfected and cleaned before I can see if you need stitches" he says comfortingly she nods as JJ stands up and passes her a bottle of tequila. She smiles and takes a big drink and then gives John B a encouraging nod and he gets to work. "It's real deep. What do you think Pope?" John B asks and Pope takes in the cut "can you touch all of your fingers to your thumb one at a time?" Pope asks and Sarah does what he asks "No nerve damage that I can see even tho its jagged and deep. Stitches and keeping it clean will be the best route" he says matter of factly "Ok honey. Would you like one of us to take you to the hospital or would you like me to stitch you up? It's your choice" John B says softly and alarm flashes in her eyes as she looks to JJ and then to me "It's ok Sarah. John B has stitched us all up at some point or another. Bodhis grandpa tought him. He was a medic in the war" JJ says as he touches her head comfortingly. I look around and notice the stares and the confusion on everyone's face at the affection but I brush it off "He helped my grandpa stitch my back. It only looks so bad because of the way it was cut and the fact that I woke up half way through and they had to hold me down to finish" I say encouragingly and she nods "Ok John B. If they say you got this then I trust you" she says softly and he nods. I move to hold her other hand as he begins. It take him 15 minutes and a few breaks to finish up "You. Sarah Cameron. Are a complete and totally badass" John be says as he winks at her and I can't help but notice the deep blush that creeps over her face at the compliment. "Alright. Who's ready to grill!?" I say clapping my hands together and everyone agrees.

[birinboom]

so hoshina huh 👀 JDJDJDODJDK this sounds so threatening but i am actually dying to know more. what’s the dynamic like? what drew you to him to begin with? im a hungry little girl and im begging for crumbs

EDIT: I might end up changing some of the lore to make everything fit better

Sorry to keep you waiting for your meal! Aaahh I’m still so awkward about it, it took me forever to work up the courage to answer 🫣 You make selfshipping seem so easy, Kendy, I envy you!!

I guess I should give some backstory or some of my answers won’t make much sense…

So basically, I’m a scientist from Scandinavia, specializing in troll (kaiju) biology. I’m selected for a 6 month work exchange program with Izumo Tech, in particular with the science unit at the Tachikawa base. 

The general idea for the work exchange is that the biology of kaiju/troll/cryptid/monster/whatever local name they’re given varies vastly across the world and five the countries with the highest monster emergence decided to do a collaboration between their science divisions in the hopes of sharing knowledge and improving our defenses.

I’ll need one of the fighters from the 3rd Division to perform regular tests on to check their equipment in the hopes of improving it, and Hoshina is selected to assist me solely because he’s the best at English in the 3rd Division. He’s quite happy to be selected since it means he’ll be relieved of a few of his regular duties, and he offers to be the one to pick me up at the airport so we can begin our collaboration on a good note. 

He enjoys my company enough that he takes me sightseeing on his days off, and he quickly becomes my go-to person if I’m having any form of trouble - like the one time I got kicked off the base because I forgot my ID back at the lab and needed someone to vouch for me to get me back in. 

Our friendship soon morphs into more of a situationship, both of us constantly reminding ourselves that I’m only in Japan for 6 months, it CANNOT become anything more. Not that that stops either of us from falling in love.

In the end I end up getting a permanent job offer from Izumo Tech so I’m able to move to Japan and we start officially dating.

So… there you have it. Yeah. OKAY YOU HAD QUESTIONS!

What’s the dynamic like

I’ve been thinking about this one so hard cause I’m not sure what answer you’re looking for here… I guess introvert/extrovert fits since I’m shy and awkward until I feel comfortable and Hoshina is very much the opposite. He’s good at drawing me out of my shell. Though he does like when I’m shy and blushing, it triggers his cute aggression which makes him want to tease me, which in turn only makes me blush more. It’s a bit of a spiral that usually ends with him kissing me silly but I can’t help but love it 🤭

There’s generally a lot of laughter in our relationship. We take care of each other, whether he’s injured or I’m sick, and there’s a lot of mutual trust in that we always want what’s best for each other. Plus brat vs. brat tamer. Hi, I’m the brat 🙋‍♀️

What drew me to him to begin with - in universe

I’ve always been the type of person to latch onto anybody who’s remotely nice to me and Hoshina just happened to be first in that regard. He was a lot more forward in the beginning than I dared to be, to the point where it could get just a little overwhelming at times. Still, it was more attention than I had gotten in a long long while so I never even thought about turning him down. 

Plus his sword skills had me fangirling practically as soon as I found out about them. He enjoyed every minute of it.

Adding to that, we bonded a lot over our mutual love of reading and coffee, and some shared experiences like both of us having shitty families who didn’t support our dreams.

What drew me to him to begin with - IRL

I’ve always been fond of mentor characters, and I’ve recently begun liking characters who are a little bit of an asshole (I blame HSR’s Aventurine for this 😒) 

Hoshina fits very nicely into both categories, though the mentor-side isn’t shown in the anime yet.

I dunno, I love how he goes for a more understated role until his skills are needed and then he goes ALL out. I love how loyal he is to Mina. I love how he’s a little shit. That one scene where he’s on his knees cry-laughing and slapping the floor because Kafka couldn’t get his suit to work, it smacked me in the face and I went ‘oh it’s him. I want him.’ 

Plus his sword skills had me fangirling, that one’s true in every universe  ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Thank you so so much for sending me this!!! 💖💖💖