#boi multiple times shes gone up to me saying her friends told her i called her abusive and like

[crushpunky]

rafe cameron x kook!reader thoughts !!!

check out some songs that remind me of them here

i like to imagine that kook!reader is portrayed by actress!reader (as explored in drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts), but you could also just imagine them separately

rafe and kook!reader have been friends since childhood, their parents being good family friends, but grew closer following the death of rafe’s mother and reader’s brother while they were both in high school

whereas rafe gravitated more towards drugs and partying to cope with the loss of his mother, reader gravitated more towards rafe

reader was definitely more “polished” than rafe and kept a fairly good reputation despite constantly hanging out with the kook king. however, that didn’t mean she was always such a role model, smoking the occasional blunt or letting rafe do a line off of her when they’re both drunk out of their minds

whenever one of the two was invited to some big event, the other was forced to go along with them. if one of them was going to have to suffer through hours of stuffy small talk, they would both have to. it didn’t really matter too much though, most of the time they would end up sneaking off to walk along the beach or smoke

as they grew older, and rafe’s addictions grew stronger, reader tried multiple times to convince him to get clean. he’d always promise, but then that weekend she’d see him doing another line

they had fought multiple times about rafe’s dangerous behavior, typically ending with him saying something out of line and reader leaving, telling him to talk to her when he figures his shit out 

no matter how mad they were at each other, the time apart was excruciating. eventually, whether a few hours or a week depending on how bad their fight was, one of them would show up at the others house with coffee and an understood apology between them (usually rafe)

it all came to a head when one night she found him on her porch with bloodshot eyes, kicked out by his own father after he had stolen some of his money to buy more coke

she had gotten him a change of clothes from the items she had stolen from him over the years, forced him to take a cold shower, then sat up with him as he sobbed, pouring his heart out about everything. his addictions, his mom, the voices, his… feelings towards her. reader had had a pretty good idea of what he was going through, but hearing him, and seeing him like this, broke her heart

she told him that they’d talk about this in the morning when he was sober, to which he nodded and buried his head in her shoulder, crying himself to sleep as reader softly ran her fingers through his hair

when reader woke up the next morning, rafe was gone. she checked her phone, seeing no texts or calls from him, and ran downstairs to look for him. she didn’t have to look too far, as he was in the kitchen making pancakes and chatting with reader’s father

once they had finished breakfast, the two headed back upstairs to talk:

“i’m so sorry about—” “rafe last night—” “no you go first—” “you go—” “goddamnit.” they both chuckled.

rafe apologized for dumping his heart out and reader apologized for not noticing sooner… or telling him that she felt the same way earlier too

regardless of her feelings, however, reader was firm that, if they wanted to start to explore this (whatever this was), rafe would have to get help. no excuses.

rafe agreed, and that afternoon he scheduled an appointment with the therapist reader had begged him to see all those years ago

while the road to recovery wasn’t necessarily a straight or easy one, reader stuck with him through it all. 

slowly, reader began to see the rafe she remembered from childhood: the smiley, adventurous boy that always made her laugh. the rafe she had fallen in love with all those years ago, and the one she continued to fall deeper in love with everyday

please let me know if you would be interested in hearing more about kook!reader <3

[butchyeons]

PLEASE write more sub/bottom jeongyeon PLEASE i want that butch obliterated

ask and you shall receive! congrats anon i am using this as a drabble request. lmao, hopefully you won’t mind. i’ve been wanting to write jeongsa for awhile now, so here it is. this will probably be up on ao3 at some point, too. we need more sub jeongyeon, so i hope you enjoy needy loser butch jeongyeon getting absolutely obliterated by her mean femme gf ❤️

party trick

college au jeongsa ig? it’s pure smut. also jihyo’s there for “plot” purposes :)

tags/warnings: mentions of alcohol/semi-drunk sex, pwp, semi-public sex (they’re in a bathroom), mommy kink, jeongyeon gets called puppy idk, verbal humiliation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, implied voyeurism, strap-ons, jeongyeon sucking off the strap. this is crazy icl.

cishet men and minors dni.

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“Really, Jeongyeon?” Sana huffed out. “We’re at a party. People could catch us.”

The older girl let out a whine, continuing to pull Sana up the stairs. The two of them were at some party in some house on the other side of campus- one of Jihyo’s frat friends had invited them. Quite frankly, it shocked the two of them that they were even told about it. They were pretty well known as the college’s token lesbian couple; the weird-scary-butch music student who was “secretly a man”, and the pretty-ditzy fashion student who was “clearly confused about her sexuality”. They caught a lot of shit for it, tended to stay away from functions such as this one because of it. But hey, they’d never turn down free alcohol. So, after Jihyo begged them to come with her, to just put their resignations aside for a few hours, they did.

The night was fine, the party was booming. A lot of their friends were there, thankfully, which meant they didn’t have to socialize with the straight boys who clearly only wanted them there to watch them make out. There was free food, drinks, questionable music, and a place for them to dance, albeit poorly. What wasn’t to like? It was a good time, and they both needed a break, anyways.

The only problem now was that Jeongyeon was tipsy. And when Jeongyeon was in any way buzzed, she was needy. Not that Sana had an issue with it. She loved to spoil her girl, really. But that was in the sanctity of their own apartment, not some frat house full of a bunch of underage drunk college students puking their brains out.

“Sana- I don’t care.” Jeongyeon said as they got to the top of the stairs. Her words came out slurred, her cheeks bright red as she huffed, looking over at her girlfriend. “I know you wore it. I felt it when you were grinding against me earlier.”

Well. Maybe Sana did want something to happen. She wouldn’t have gone out packing if she didn’t.

“Just because I wore it doesn’t mean you were gonna get anything, Jeongie.”

Jeongyeon whined again, stomping off down the hallway. Sana followed closely behind her, making sure to watch carefully as Jeongyeon tried each and every door until finally, one opened. Before Sana had time to really say anything, the older girl had grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside.

“Please, Sana. I know you. You’re literally my girlfriend.” Jeongyeon huffed out indignantly as she closed and locked the door. “You want it just as bad as I do.”

Sana looked around, examining her surroundings. It was a tiny bathroom, but clearly one that multiple men shared. It was… Well, it was as clean as it possibly could be. Several cans of deodorant strewn across the countertop, toothbrushes everywhere, the vibrations of the music from downstairs causing them to shake with each bass thump. The shower curtain was half open, revealing a hoard of different 3-in-1 shampoo bottles. She was just grateful the toilet seat was closed, and that there was even a toilet brush next to it. Clearly, someone cared. Thank god they did.

However, this was still risky. They were in public- at a party they were clearly only invited to so a bunch of boys could gawk at them, in some sketchy bathroom that wasn’t theirs. Anyone could come up there and find them. Sana had half a mind to put her foot down, to take her girlfriend downstairs and trick her by giving her shots of water so she’d sober up faster; they could go back home and finish things there. But before she had any time to protest, Jeongyeon was already on her knees in front of her, haphazardly grabbing at the front of her skirt.

“I just don’t think we should do this here, baby.” Sana said, swatting at Jeongyeon’s hands.

Jeongyeon pouted again, leaning her head against Sana’s thigh.

“Please? ‘S your fault I’m needy. You wore it, you knew I’d want it…”

All of Sana’s reluctance went out the window the moment she looked down at Jeongyeon. She had the sweetest pout on her face, her bottom lip poking out just slightly so. Her big eyes were round with want, her cheeks still slightly red from the alcohol. She was adorable.

Sana wanted to ruin her.

“And I’ve been so good lately…” Jeongyeon added as she nuzzled her face against Sana’s thigh. “Please, mommy?”

God. She just couldn’t resist her sweet girl.

“Fine, fine- just…” Sana sighed. “You have to be quiet, okay? And we need to do this fast.”

Jeongyeon’s expression lit up.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be so good Sana- so good for you.”

Cute. And incredibly fuckable.

“I know you will, baby.” Sana whispered, running her fingers through Jeongyeon’s hair. “Always so good for me, hm?”

Jeongyeon nodded absentmindedly, going back to what she was doing before. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Sana’s skirt, pulling it down. The outline of the strap was so clearly visible in the pair of safety shorts she was wearing in lieu of actual underwear, which made Jeongyeon chuckle.

“I don’t know how you even manage to hide that thing.” She muttered, pulling the shorts down, too.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to be the only one who gets to see.” Sana replied, kicking the offending fabric away.

Jeongyeon’s hazy eyes immediately focused on the toy. Sana had worn her favorite- a medium-sized, realistic looking one that matched her skin tone. It wasn’t extraordinary in any way, and they had other, much more fun toys, but it never failed to make Jeongyeon scream. Sana didn’t miss how her girlfriend quickly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her expression completely blank with want. Her body trembled just slightly as she finally looked up at Sana, locking eyes with her.

She was being good. She was waiting for permission.

“Go on, baby.” Sana whispered. “Suck it.”

And Jeongyeon did. Within seconds, her mouth was on Sana, making a show of swirling her tongue around the head before taking the rest of it into her mouth. Even though Sana couldn’t actually feel it, the sight alone was enough to make her stomach tense up, a jolt of pleasure going straight to her core.

“Good girl.” Sana said, her hand finding the top of Jeongyeon’s hair, her fingers tangling into her freshly dyed blue locks. “Mommy’s good girl.”

She helped guide Jeongyeon up and down on the toy, resisting the urge to buck her hips. Jeongyeon’s moves were sloppy, still remotely tipsy as she worked, drool spilling out of the corner of her mouth as she stared up at Sana the entire time she sucked her off. It was gross, it was still so unsafe. At any point someone could absolutely be banging on that bathroom door, trying to get inside.

Sana loved all of it.

So yes, she did want something to happen. Maybe not this exact scenario, but something. It had been weeks since her and Jeongyeon had gotten to do anything, and honestly, Sana had planned to rail her brains out in the backseat of her car after they left. But this would work.

“Mommy…” Jeongyeon whined around the head, her mouth muffled from having the toy between her lips. “Need you in me…”

This would definitely work.

Sana finally pulled her off, a string of spit connecting Jeongyeon’s mouth to the toy. The older girl was looking at her with so much want, her expression dazed as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. She adjusted herself so that she could press her thighs together, whimpering as she stared up at her girlfriend. Sana tried to ignore how the sight made her core ache, still wanting to get this done quickly.

“Alright, alright. You’ve been good, c’mon.”

Sana helped Jeongyeon to her feet, her hands immediately finding the buckle of her belt, making quick work of undoing it. She pressed a gentle kiss to Jeongyeon’s cheek, not wanting to smear her lipstick, before tugging her jeans and boxers down to her knees.

“Against the counter, baby. Show me that pretty ass of yours.” She whispered, her hand on Jeongyeon’s waist.

Jeongyeon just nodded absentmindedly, doing exactly what she was told. She held on to the edge of the countertop, leaning forward. Sana got behind her, her hand slipping down between her thighs, gently running her fingers through Jeongyeon’s folds. She gave her clit a few taps with her index finger before lazily circling it, making sure to focus on the sensitive spot under the hood. When Jeongyeon’s knees buckled slightly, she drug her finger down to her entrance, dipping it in just enough to tease the poor girl even more.

“Fuck, Jeongyeonie.” Sana taunted. “Already so wet for me.”

Jeongyeon just whined, looking back over her shoulder.

“N-Need you, please…”

It would be so easy to keep teasing her. It was fun to make Jeongyeon work for it- to have her broken before Sana ever even fucked her. But when she saw the look on Jeongyeon’s face, the sound of the loud music echoing up the stairwell and into the hallway, she remembered they really needed to get this done. Sana had no intention of denying her anything. Right then, she couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.

“I know, baby. I know.” Sana whispered, taking her hand away and finally lining the toy up with Jeongyeon’s entrance. “It’s okay. I’ll take such good care of you, puppy.”

Sana moved her hand to hold onto Jeongyeon’s hip, finally pressing the toy into her. A loud moan spilled out of the older girl’s mouth, and Sana’s grip tightened just a bit as she froze.

“Jeong- you need to be quiet. Or else you won’t get anything.”

Jeongyeon just bit her lower lip, nodding desperately. That was good enough for Sana, who took it as a sign to press herself in further. Jeongyeon leaned forward even more, giving Sana a better angle. The moment Sana was all the way in, Jeongyeon let out a sigh, her eyes falling shut as she pushed herself back against Sana, grinding against the toy. Normally Sana would’ve reprimanded her, reminded her that she would take what was given to her, but she’d give her a pass. For now, anyways.

“Feeling better, baby?” Sana cooed, gripping Jeongyeon’s hips tighter, but still not moving. “Such a little slut, couldn’t wait ‘til we got home?”

She’d play with her just a little, though.

Jeongyeon shook her head. Sana gave her a shallow thrust, pressing the toy impossibly deeper and earning a squeak from the older girl.

“N-No, couldn’t wait-” Jeongyeon whined. “Mommy, please-”

Sana cut her off by giving her another harsh thrust. Jeongyeon couldn’t help but grunt, whimpering as she fell forward onto her forearms. Sana finally took off, bucking her hips roughly, as fast as she possibly could. She watched Jeongyeon through the mirror, practically grinning at how her jaw would clench and release each time she pushed back in. It was the prettiest sight in the world, to her. The sounds of skin against skin filled the tiny bathroom, echoing over the music from below. Sana didn’t care at that point- she needed to absolutely ruin her girl.

“God, puppy, you’re so easy, y’know that?” Sana huffed out between thrusts. “So fucking- easy to get all worked up.”

Jeongyeon nodded, completely brainless as she groaned. Sana had no idea if it was the alcohol or the fact that she was being fucked, but either way, she was gone.

“So fun to play with.” Sana added, reaching up to grab Jeongyeon’s hair, pulling the shivering girl up. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you? That’s all you ever think about, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes- fuck.” Jeongyeon croaked out. “All I want- wanna cum for you.”

Sana thrusted again, even deeper this time. Jeongyeon moaned unabashedly, arching back into Sana’s grip. Sana continued to hold her up by her hair, her other hand still hanging onto her hip. She dug her nails into the soft skin, earning yet another pathetic noise out of her girlfriend.

So much for getting this done quietly. Sana really didn’t give a single shit anymore, couldn’t. Even if she tried. And she was absolutely not trying.

“So fucking loud.” Sana hissed, her pace never letting up. “Bet you want us to get caught. I bet you’d love if someone walked in on us like this- you want everyone to see me ruining you, don’t you?”

Jeongyeon did her best to nod, her eyes still screwed shut.

“P-Please, I want- want everyone to know I’m your- your slutty little puppy. Hope all of them can hear me, hope they all know just how good you fuck me.”

Sana could really feel it then. She knew she was fucking dripping, felt the way her clit pulsed each time she fucked herself into Jeongyeon. And to hear that, on top of everything else? Oh, this was so much better than she ever could’ve imagined. To have Jeongyeon so willing to be ruined, to know she wants to be caught. To be absolutely railing her in some nasty frat boy bathroom, to know that those boys would never know what happened in there. Sana wondered if she’d finish without Jeongyeon ever even touching her. They’d never done anything like this before, so she had no idea how Jeongyeon felt about it. But fuck, was it good. They should go to parties more often.

She thrusted again, knowing she hit the spot that Jeongyeon loved the most just based on her reaction. The older girl cried out, her body practically going limp as Sana begin to focus on that spot, hitting it over and over and over again. Another whimper spilled from Jeongyeon’s lips as Sana finally let go of her hair, using that hand to reach around to her front, slipping it between her hips and the counter. She found Jeongyeon’s clit and quickly began rubbing tight circles into it, earning another languid sound out of her. Her knees buckled, her hips pressed back, her body falling back against Sana’s front right as she-

“Sana? Jeongyeon? Are you two up here?”

Both of them froze. They stared at each other in the mirror, horrified as they heard footsteps approaching.

“C’mon guys, I’m worried. You’ve been gone for so long.”

Jihyo.

Jeongyeon was the first to move, trying to pull away.

“Sana-”

Sana didn’t let her go.

“That’s not my name, puppy.”

Jeongyeon bit her lip, hard enough that Sana was almost concerned she’d break the skin. Her face was bright red, her expression pained. Sana cocked her head to the side, smirking as she rocked her hips again. Jeongyeon leaned forward, gripping the edge of the counter, doing her best to contain a whimper.

“W-What are you doing?” She whispered, her voice laced with panic.

“Thought you wanted to get caught, baby.” Sana replied, leaning forward so her lips were right next to Jeongyeon’s ear. “Or were you lying to me?”

Right as Sana bucked her hips again, there was a knock on the door.

“Sana, Jeongyeon- is that you guys?” Jihyo asked from the other side.

This made things so much more fun.

Jeongyeon pushed herself back up, her brows threading together at the sensation of Sana getting pushed deeper inside her because of the movement. Sana quickly reached up, cupping her mouth with one hand, her other hand starting to rub her clit again, even fucking harder than before.

“Yeah- sorry, Jeongyeon got sick.” Sana replied evenly, raising her voice just loud enough so Jihyo could hear. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh, oh god- do you need help?” Jihyo asked, concerned. She started to fidget with the doorknob. “Here, let me in-”

“No, it’s okay!” Sana replied, pressing her fingers down harder.

Jeongyeon’s body shuddered, a small squeak escaping her lips. Sana clamped her hand down even harder.

“Are you sure? Did she throw up or something?” Jihyo asked.

“Yeah- she drank too much. It’s okay though, promise! I’ve got it handled.” Sana answered, her voice still completely calm as she continued to work at Jeongyeon. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

By then, Jeongyeon’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head. Her body was completely limp as she laid against Sana, letting the younger girl do whatever she pleased. Each pass of her fingers over the sensitive nub caused Jeongyeon to tremble, her hips jerking, the toy that was still nestled inside her pressing even deeper. Jihyo was still standing at the door, the floor creaking each time she shifted her weight, seemingly unaware about what the two of them were actually doing. The whole scene was fucking absurd.

But clearly, Jeongyeon was enjoying this. And Sana was, too.

“I mean- I’ll just wait here until you’re done.” Jihyo said. “I can help if you need!”

Sana needed to push it even further.

“Jeongyeonie.” She whispered, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

Jeongyeon finally came to, blinking a few times before looking at her in the mirror again. She didn’t reply, couldn’t.

“You gonna cum just like this?” Sana murmured, smirking. “With my cock so deep in you while your best friend is right outside that door?”

Jeongyeon exhaled deeply, a moment passing before she nodded rapidly. Sana bucked her hips again, the hand that was still working at her clit pressing down even harder. The tiny bathroom was practically shaking from the music downstairs, just loud enough to muffle everything.

It was the perfect opportunity to test Jeongyeon’s limits.

“Bet you want her to see you like this, huh?” Sana pressed further. “Want her to watch as your mommy absolutely ruins you? Want her to know just how much of a disgusting little slut you really are?”

The faintest whine escaped Jeongyeon’s lips, her fists clenching at her sides, tears welling in her eyes as they fell closed again. Sana had her right where she wanted her.

“I could reach over and open that door right now, if I really wanted to. Let Jihyo watch you right as you broke. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Jeongyeon just kept nodding, grinding her hips back against Sana’s front. After a particularly harsh movement, she shuddered.

“C-Close.” She managed to whisper through gritted teeth, her voice still muffled by Sana’s hand. “Mommy, please let me cum. Please.”

So fucking filthy.

“Go ahead, baby.” Sana said, her voice coming out honey-sweet next to Jeongyeon’s ear. “Cum for me. And for her, too. Put on a show for us, puppy.”

Jeongyeon just kept nodding as she rocked her hips back in perfect timing with Sana’s fingers swiping under the hood of her clit. The sensation of it made Jeongyeon finally break, her jaw falling open in a silent scream as she trembled violently. Sana quickly moved her hand from her mouth down, wrapping it around her waist to keep her upright. Her other hand stayed pressed against the now very swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing gentle circles into it to help guide Jeongyeon through. Sana pressed a few kisses to the side of her face, not really minding the lipstick smears it left behind.

When Jeongyeon finally came back down to earth, her breath evening out and her body shuddering from the overstimulation, Sana pulled away. She finally stepped back, ungluing herself from the older girl as she slowly pulled the strap out of her. Jeongyeon did her best to hold back a whimper at the feeling, leaning forward to hold the countertop.

Talk about a show.

“So good.” Sana whispered, helping Jeongyeon get her clothes back on. “Did so good, Jeongie.”

Jeongyeon finally turned around, facing the younger girl. Her face and neck were red, her forehead covered in sweat, lipstick marks all over her cheek. She leaned back against the counter, a blissed out smile on her lips as she held her arms out for Sana. The whole scene was beyond cheesy, even for Sana’s hopelessly romantic self. But the moment Jeongyeon finally opened her now watery eyes, tilting her head to the side just like a little puppy expecting a treat, Sana couldn’t resist. She’d really never be able to resist her sweet girl.

She let Jeongyeon pull her in by her waist, trying her best to not let the stupid strap get in the way. Eventually she just gave up, choosing to settle between Jeongyeon’s legs, the toy awkwardly pressing against the older girl’s stomach. Both of them giggled softly as they kissed, Sana smiling brightly against Jeongyeon’s lips.

But, of course, the moment she opened her mouth to say something, that’s when Jihyo knocked on the door again. Go figure.

“Yah! Sana?” Jihyo asked. “You promise she’s alright?”

“She’s good, Ji! She’s so good!” Her voice dropped, low enough for only the two of them to hear, her thumbs coming up to wipe a few lingering tears away from the corners of Jeongyeon’s eyes. “So, so good.”

“Alright.” Jihyo said, clearly annoyed. “I’m gonna go wait downstairs. Nayeon wants to leave when you two get back, but take your time.”

“We’ll be down in a few minutes!” Sana said, cupping Jeongyeon’s face in her hands as she ran her thumbs across the apples of her cheeks. “Just need some time alone, okay?”

“Whatever you say, girl.” Jihyo said, her voice a bit distant, as if she was facing away from the door. “I’d have left her to die, personally.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t help but snort. Sana rolled her eyes.

“And that’s why you’re the best friend and I’m the girlfriend, Park Jihyo!”

“Yah! As if I’d ever want to date that!” Jihyo argued back. There was a small sigh from the other side of the door. “You’re a saint, really, Sana. You’re really good to her.”

Sana looked up at Jeongyeon with a soft smile. The older girl just nodded before leaning in to peck her lips again. A few moments passed before, finally, Jihyo walked away. Sana and Jeongyeon both let out the breath they’d been holding for what felt like hours, sighing with relief as they held each other.

“How you feeling?” Sana whispered, laying her head against Jeongyeon’s shoulder.

“Incredibly sober.” She answered dryly. “But good. That was… Fun. Very fun.”

“You seemed to really enjoy it, baby.” Sana teased, earning a small noise of protest from her girlfriend. “We’ll have to have a talk about all of that later. Didn’t know you had all that in you.”

“God- I know, I know. Really, I didn’t know I did.” Jeongyeon huffed out, wrapping her arms around Sana’s waist even tighter than before. “And frankly, I didn’t know you did, either.”

Jeongyeon shifted just a bit, grimacing.

“I’m gonna be sore for days.”

“Aw, but you like that.”

“I do. Only for you, though.”

Sana looked up at her, squinting.

“Better not be for anyone else.” She said, her cheeks puffed out with a pout. “You’re mine, Jeongyeonie.”

Jeongyeon just smiled, rolling her eyes.

“I’m yours. No one else’s.”

They kissed a few more times before Sana finally pulled away, reminding Jeongyeon that they had to leave. And, reminding her that they were very much not finished. Jeongyeon awkwardly stared at the floor, her cheeks turning red when Sana casually guided one of her hands down between her thighs, allowing her to feel just how wet she was. Jeongyeon repeatedly reassured her she’d handle it the moment they got home as she took the toy out of the harness and washed it in the sink. Sana stayed pressed against her back the entire time, watching her work.

It was cute how embarrassed Jeongyeon got after everything was said and done. She whined when Sana looked over her shoulder, told her to go away, tried to make it so Sana couldn’t see what she was doing. It was adorable. Her big, strong butch that was secretly the neediest person on the whole planet. No one got to see that side of her, only Sana. And Sana loved her more than anything or anyone else.

The two of them slightly panicked when they couldn’t find anything to dry the toy off with. Sana started opening cabinets, thankfully stumbling across a roll of paper towels underneath the sink. They awkwardly dried the toy off, putting it back in the harness, and Sana turned around so Jeongyeon couldn’t see her tucking the toy back into her shorts. The older girl whined, wanting to know how Sana did it, but Sana just shooed her away as she finally pulled her skirt back up. She had her secrets, always had to keep Jeongyeon guessing, after all.

“You have to act like you were in here puking when we go back downstairs.” Sana said as she took a wet paper towel to Jeongyeon’s cheek, wiping the lipstick stains off. She ran her hand through Jeongyeon’s hair, ruffling it just a bit. “Good thing you already look a little disheveled.”

“Hey-” Jeongyeon pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means-” Sana said as she threw the paper towel away. “You look fucked out, baby.”

Jeongyeon mashed her lips together, her cheeks turning red as she looked down at the floor. There was no way in hell she was gonna let this incident go, but she’d teased enough already. They had other things to be doing, anyways.

“It’s cute.” Sana said, cupping Jeongyeon’s cheek. “You’re cute.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.”

She smiled softly.

“I love you. Thanks for this.”

“I love you, too.” Sana replied, patting down her skirt before giving herself one last look over in the mirror.

Before she could say anything, Jeongyeon had already pulled her lipstick out of the pocket of her jeans. She silently handed it over to Sana, who quickly reapplied it, making sure she looked remotely decent. The moment she put the cap back on, Jeongyeon was already taking it back from her, sliding it back into her pocket (with the rest of Sana’s “necessities”) for safekeeping.

Jeongyeon was just as good to her, really. So, so good.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, baby.” She said, finally turning around and nudging Jeongyeon’s shoulder. “Now c’mon. You owe me big time for this little stunt.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t argue with that. In fact, she had other ideas of what she could be doing instead- ones that would be way better done in their own bed back at their place. Sana gave her a quick kiss before finally pulling her out of the bathroom, the sounds of the party becoming much more clear and bright as they stepped into the hallway. There were cheers of students clearly playing some game, the sound of music and laughter spilling up the stairs. Sana gave Jeongyeon one last look, smiling coyly. Jeongyeon shook her head incredulously before going to lean on Sana’s shoulder, making sure they’d be able to fake their way out of anyone questioning if she was really sick or not.

So maybe frat parties weren’t that bad. If it meant they’d get to do that again, they’d definitely be going. For the free booze, they’d say. But hopefully no one would ever find out why they were really there.

[lovepotionsandlust]

All Of The Ways We Differ

This is my first ever fic I have written. this will be MULTIPLE parts. *please note this is an AU* Not proof read

no use of Y/N

no warnings for the first chapter

enjoy!

“Explliarmus!” you watched as Harry’s wand flew from his hand. For your first try at the disarming spell, you were shocked how well it had worked. You were late to join “Dumbledore’s Army,” making you the newest member. You could not stop the nerves of feeling behind everyone’s progress. “Well done!” shouted a student whose name you were yet to be aware of. As you strode away from the center of the room, enjoying the praise from your peers, you joined your group of friends.

“Fred Weasley,” he said, extending his right hand to you. Looking up at him, you reached out, shaking his large hand. From his right stepped out his identical twin.

“Now Freddie, don’t take all of the star students’ attention.”

 He bumped shoulders with his brother making more room for himself.

 “George Weasley at your service” you couldn’t help smiling up at the red headed twins.

 “I wouldn’t call myself the star by any means but thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“it’s about time you three met,” interrupted Ginny, your best friend. “I’ve only told you about her a million times.”

“ah so you’re the infamous twins I have heard so much about” you chuckled up at them.

“so what brought you to join the big boys?” they asked in unison.

Rasing your hand, showing the back of it. Still red and irritated, “I shall not speak disrespectfully to my superiors.” You mocked Umbridge’s voice. “after she decided to insult my work in class, I promptly asked if her hairstyle was some form of curse we would be learning about in the upcoming chapters.” You smiled to yourself, still staring down at your hand. “Was well worth it though, the look on her face was a thing of dreams.”

Shooting your eyes at the twins, both looking amused. “absolutely brilliant if you ask me! We were thinking of slipping her some puking pastels in her tea, they are an invention of ours.”

Your interest peaked, you had to know more. As you stood taking in all of the information regarding the skiving snack boxes, their deliciously devious contents. “here, consider me a founding member, and remember who supported you at the beginning.” You handed them each ten galleons.

Right then and there Fred knew he had fallen, and fallen hard.

***

Every meeting since then, you had always held Freds attention. Frequently catching him watching you in the mirrored walls when your back was to him. Typically ignoring it, “he’s just watching you because you’re a fast learner, don’t think too much about it.” Today you decided to stick your tongue out at him, letting him know he was caught. Quickly straightening himself up, his face turned a darker red color than his bright hair. George leaned over to whisper something in his ear in your general direction. Whatever he had to say clearly upset him as he gave his shoulder a quick shove. Leaving George to walk away looking far too smug.

 You turned walking your way to Ginny, noticing the expression on her face.

“Now what is that face about Gin?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious? You clearly have caught my brother’s attention” she tilted her head in Freds direction. “he was so busy trying to impress you with his patronus charm, that he sent it flying  into the back of Nevilles head.”

“Yeah, bloody hurt too. If I didn’t have a hard enough time remembering things, now I have a head injury to worry about.” Neville exclaimed joining the conversation.

Rolling your eyes, shaking your head, you did your best to hide the blush that had risen to your cheeks.

“You both have gone mad, he has got most of the sixth years wrapped around his finger-“

“Well, your finger is the only one he is wrapped around. All he can ever do at home now is ask about you. Speak of the devil, look who’s coming.”

You could feel his approach from behind you. Ginny leaned in closer adding.

“At this rate we will be in-laws before the semester is through.”

“you keep pestering me and I will send Goyle a love potion with your name on it.”

With this she put her hands up in surrender stepping back, “hey, I have always wanted a sister.”

You stepped forward at her causing her to turn around, exiting the room. A throat clearing behind you caught your attention. Turning on your heel, there Fred was, standing much closer to you than you had expected. Catching you off guard you stumbled backwards slightly, he reached out catching your hand helping you find your balance. Both of you blushing, avoiding each other’s eye contact.

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to come to with you a happy Christmas.” He smiled down at you in a way that made your knees feel as if they were going to give out.

“Thanks Freddie, Happy Christmas to you as well.”

“Going to visit your family I trust?”

“Not this year actually, ill be staying at the castle. My family is traveling around Europe visiting relatives from all over the country. They won’t return for quite some time after either. With O.W.L.s quickly approaching, figured it would be best to stay behind to catch up on my potions preparations.”

“Well, now if I knew you were staying behind, I would have signed up to stay as well. Percy, Bill and Charlie, all cannot make it home this year. Should be a quiet day at the burrow.”

“don’t you worry about little ol’ me. There is always trouble somewhere that I can find myself in the center of.”

A low chuckle left him, as if without thinking he replied “That’s my girl” with a grin.

Your eyebrows raised at him, biting back a smile.

“Oh- uh- I just meant- um” he stammered.

You watched as he tried to back his way out of the corner, he had just put himself in.

“For the biggest prankster in Hogwarts history, I really thought you would be quicker to get yourself out of trouble Weasley.” Without breaking eye contact, you slid your bag over your shoulder.

“I hope you have a very merry Christmas Freddie.”

Without another word shared, you exited the room. Attempting to hide the amusement on your face. Fred watched you intently as you exited into the large hallway, rejoining your friends.

George joined his side “ugh, I missed her! Did you at least wish her a Happy Christmas from me?”

Without moving his attention from you, he leaned closer to George, “ do you remember how much trouble I had got in for turning moms knitting needles into snakes last summer?"

“How could I forget? She wouldn’t let me out of the house either for fear you were lying to her to get out of the house. Wait- why?”

Fred nodded in your direction “that one over there is more trouble for me than that, I assure you.”

***

***

As the campus refilled with student, you could not help but feel eager to see Freddie again. Too many nights to count over the last week you had found yourself in the astronomy tower yearning for his company. Classes roared back up with the looming O.W.L. examinations nearing closer. Sitting in the library you could not focus on your text books, your mind often wandering. You were so distracted you didn’t even notice Ginny join your table. Your name being called pulled you from your day dream.

“Lost in the clouds again?” she teased.

“just cant seem to keep my feet on the ground, nothing out of the ordinary. Did you enjoy your break Gin?”

“well, I tried to, but most of the time I was being harassed. Do you want to know by who?” she smirked up at you.

“Yes, absolutely I do.” You thought. Keeping your eyes on your textbook, afraid she would read your facial expressions too easily. “oh, here we go again, I do not want to hear your theories- “

She promptly interrupted “Fred would not stop pestering me regarding what you were talking to me about before break. He overheard my comment about wanting a sister. You should have seen his face when I told him that we were discussing your schoolgirl crush for Ron. He turned just about the same shade of red as you have now.”

You crumpled up a near piece of paper and threw it at her.

“You did not!”

“Well what else was I supposed to tell him?”

You hid your face in your hands with a sigh.

“tell me you’re joking you did NOT tell him-“ you looked around your surroundings quieting your tone, “that I fancied Ron of all people.”

Pushing your arm gently, prompting you to remove your hands, your eyes flashed up at her.

“well would you have preferred I told him the truth about who has caught your eye?”

There was no point in trying to lie to her at this point.

“you open your mouth and I will tell Harry about that dream, in which I swore never to repeat”

She placed her hand over her heart dramatically. “you wouldn’t!”

Smiling back at her, you waited a moment acting as if you were dep in thought.

“but you promised!”

Pure embarrassment and panic flushed over her expression.

“you’re right Gin, I wouldn’t. even thinking about having to repeat that depravity and I’m feeling ill. Have been doing my best to forget it since you told me about it.” You placed your hand over your mouth pretending to fight back vomit.

“you and Fred are perfect for each other, you know that? Glad to see you finally admit that you do in fact fancy him, don’t think I missed that.” Swiftly you kicked her under the table.

“Now it is your turn to promise to keep things between us Gin.”

She extended her pinky to you, interlocking them in a promise the way you would as a child.

***

Days had passed since your conversation with Ginny in the library. No practice sessions took place in the room of requirement as everyone prepared for the O.W.Ls. Tensions continued to build as Umbridge had really supped her retaliation against the students and now the staff. With her rules prohibiting students of opposing genders to interact in the halls, your chances of spending time with Fred any time soon were dwindling.

As students sat quietly in the rows of desks that now lined the great hall, the only sounds to be heard were the quick movements of quills and the swinging of the pendulum. That was until a fizz and pop noise caught everyones attention. Before you knew what was happening, Fred and George were flying through the air above you. Throwing more fireworks than you had ever seen. You could not keep your eyes off of him. The loud cheers of the fellow students gave him the courage he needed to make a move. Swiftly he flew down to you slowing only for a moment to leave a kiss on your cheek. Turning to wink at you as he returned to his brothers side. Ginny grabbed your hand pulling you closer, the smile on your face could not be removed with the cruciatus curse. Between the twins antics and the sound of Umbridge screaming as she ran, the previous months of stress seemed to melt away. As a large dragon made of fireworks chased her out of the room, all of the students followed. Chasing after the twins as they entered the courtyard, a large “W” filled the sky in shimmering colors. As they were out of eye sight, something else caught your attention. A small paper bird flying near your side. You extended your hand allowing it to land softly in your hand. Noticing the ink bleeding through from the other side, you quickly opened the parchment.

“tomorrow 6pm

3 brooksticks

Back booth

Don’t be late xx

Freddie”

[ravingsockmonkey]

Wands Weekly - Corrections & Apologies

In our coverage of Jake and Elizabeth Goth's wedding, we made an error when referring to one of her fathers. Johnny wishes to express that he has not gone by the last name Zest in quite some time, and instead took the Charm family name whenever he and Darrel married. Thank you Johnny for letting us know!

Cypress Yarrow would also like to personally apologize for the last part of the wedding article that may have led some readers to believe that there was some improper behavior from former Sim Nation leader Anastasia Goth and Malcolm Landgraab. The insinuation, accidental as it was, is especially shameful in light of the recent passing of her husband, Jeb Goth. Darrel Charm has provided statements from both Jeb before his death and Malcolm that clarify Gabriel was the result of a mutual, platonic arrangement between Anastasia and Malcolm. The editors and other staff of Wands Weekly join Cypress in expressing our deep regrets over the miscommunication as well as our condolences to the Goth family regarding Jeb's death.

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At the Charm family home in Glimmerbrook...

Darrel was glad that the post went up quickly on the Wands Weekly site. He had assured everyone at the wedding that the publication was trusted and that Cypress had been personally vetted. Seeing the last line of his write up felt like a slap to the face.

Malcolm had texted Johnny immediately after reading the wedding coverage. While he wasn't angry, Darrel knew that he was a private man who was very protective of his son.

Johnny had explained to Darrel that Gabriel was a science baby between friends. They made sure that the boy understood the circumstance behind his birth as he grew so he wouldn't feel as bad whenever his mother wasn't there full time.

Malcolm wasn't the only one that reached out - Jeb Goth asked if he could come over and explain things further. Darrel had to run to the office, but Johnny was more than happy to talk to the elderly man in his place.

Jeb echoed what Johnny had heard from his younger brother: Gabriel Landgraab was a science baby between Anastasia Goth and Malcolm Landgraab. What Jeb added that Johnny and Malcolm didn't know was that Anastasia had not told him about the child. He found out in passing whenever Malcolm happened to visit the Goth family home.

And while Malcolm's intentions were strictly platonic, Anastasia's were not. Jeb had overheard her calling him multiple times to ask him out on dates; all of which he politely rejected.

"I was never worried about your brother. He's a good man, Mom was able to see that even before he could."

Jeb stopped and sighed, "Bella and Mortimer were always like parents to me before Anastasia and I got married. They even let me live with them during high school whenever Cletus needed to dry out."

"They were friends after Mortimer's passing, you know. Bella and Malcolm that is."

"Really good friends."

Jeb seemed like there was more he wanted to say, so Johnny gave him the space to do so. What followed next was hard for Darrel to digest.

The man spoke about the pain of hearing his wife attempting to spark something not only with Malcolm, but other people as well, while he took care of the kids. Power and position had emboldened her to feel safe in her activities, and Jeb's own feelings for her coupled with his fear that she'd not allow him to see the children if he pushed for a divorce led him to look the other way.

But then Phoenix Ember, younger sibling of Anastasia, made a pass at him. Jeb didn't reciprocate their advances, but he didn't rebuff them either. While his son Simon was still a toddler, he reached out to Phoenix to see if they would be willing to have a science baby with him. And thus Emily was born. The older children and other family members assumed she was adopted since Anastasia and Jeb had adopted other children before.

"I'm not proud of what I did. Especially, whenever I found out the damage it did to their relationship with Morgyn. I didn't even want to hurt Anastasia; I simply wanted to feel in control of my life again."

Anastasia was hurt though; and everyone was surprised later on whenever she announced she was pregnant. Especially Jeb, though he tried to act excited so the kids wouldn't suspect anything.

Whenever Norah was born, it was very clear it wasn't Jeb's baby. The older children didn't ask any questions, but he could feel the way they looked at him. The scythe marking on her neck chilled him... had Anastasia really gone to such extremes to humiliate him?

It was the untimely deaths of their son, Omar, as well as Phoenix that stopped any further escalation and caused them to sit down and talk... and apologize to one another. The damage was already done though.

Jeb looked exhausted and sad after recounting everything.

"I want Darrel to write an article clearing up things. I know at one point Malcolm had a particular reputation, and I would not want people to think that he had done anything improper with Anastasia. The kids also deserve to know the truth about their parents - I only wish I had the courage to tell them myself."

The very next day Jeb Goth died from old age and was laid to rest next to Anastasia.

Darrel couldn't bring himself to write the article that Jeb wanted; while the kids did deserve to know the truth, reading it in a newspaper was not the way to go. He reached out to Wands Weekly to get a statement published to avoid further spread of rumors.

"I'm not hurting Jake and Elizabeth to clear your conscience, old man. You do realize that's what would happen, right? You're dead. Anastasia's dead. Maybe all of this should stay with the two of you."

[theartofwriting3]

I Remember Everything

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Y/n ends up at the Garrison after a very hard few months and runs into an old friend *wink wonk*

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, mentions of child loss, Tommy being Tommy, Y/n being…well Y/n, brief mention of smut (nothing actually happens though), Country music

A/n: I said I would post this like…a week ago but I forgot I had some stuff going on and shit. And then I forgot this existed. Please excuse how shitty and kind of short it is, I kind of suck.

It wasn’t long before the pub started clearing out, Y/n halfway drowned in whiskey and her memories. She didn’t even realize who was pouring her drinks anymore, or that it wasn’t the original bartender that was pouring shot after shot of scotch in her whiskey glass for the last hour.

“Think you’ve had enough, eh?” The bartender said, reaching to grab her glass.

“I’ve had enough when I throw my money up here and walk out of this pub.” she looked up at him and immediately, her entire demeanor changed. “Fuck are you doing, eh? Bartending? What happened to the whole…”

“So you’re not drunk enough to not notice me…”

“Sadly, no.” Y/n shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “Haven’t seen you since you left for the war.” Five years. He left for the war five long, miserable years ago. She never truly got over it, being left alone like that with the small chance of him coming back.

“Haven’t seen you since you left with the kid…didn’t expect to see you here alone anytime soon.” Thomas poured himself a glass, then poured her another.

“Neither did I…” She downed it without question as he lit a cigarette. He offered her a smoke, and she obliged, taking the first puff from it and blowing it out through her nose.

Again, another truth she didn’t want to admit. She never planned on coming back here. Having not heard from Thomas in so long, she thought he was dead. She resented this place, afraid of the memories it might have brought back for her. Afraid that she wouldn’t be able to let them go.

“You never answered my question? What happened with the whole business thing, running around here like a fucking gangster and all that?”

“Still do it, but I have to keep a few side gigs to seem less suspicious, eh?” He wasn’t wrong. He was clever, intelligent enough to actually try, add succeed covering up his tracks…most of the time, at least.

“So why are you here?” She didn’t want to answer that question, for she had been avoiding it since everything happened. “Somebody watching Willy?”

That was his nickname for William, Y/n’s son. Just the thought of his nickname brought back the memories of when Tommy would help her with him. How he would teach him things, take him places, all of that, just to give Y/n a little break. There were a few times William asked her if Tommy was his father. She told him no, because he wasn’t, but he would still slip and call him “dad” a few times.

She didn’t want to tell Tommy about what had happened, knowing it would probably hurt him too. Not as much as it had hurt her though.

“Y/n? Where’s Willy?”

She gave in.

“Dead, Thomas. He’s dead.” Her words were soft spoken, but in a mournful way. It hasn’t been two months since she woke up to her ill son cold in her arms, his heart stopped. She just wanted the memories of it to be gone already. Her reply made the man freeze, putting down his glass and looking at her, his eyes laced with worry.

“Why didn’t you come here sooner?”

“Thomas, no amount of fuckin money would have saved him, alright? No trip to this filth hole would have made him any better. What would be the fuckin point?”

“I could have helped-”

“He wasn’t your fucking son!”

“Yeah well I fucking felt like he was!” His sudden change in tone made her jump slightly, wishing she hadn’t yelled at him over the whole thing.

William was, however, like a son to Tommy. On multiple occasions, the boy would ask his mother “Can he be my father?” and she would never answer. She didn’t know what to say, her son wanting her good friend to be his dad, and the man already treating him like a son. She made sure to scold the boy when he would ask Tommy, only to have him laugh it off.

“Thomas…” she murmurs, and he reaches out and brushes his knuckles against hers.

“Don’t try saying sorry…because it’s fine.” At this point, they dropped the whole conversation about William, preventing further argument.

By the time she had finished another drink, he had caught up to her, just each other's presence bringing back the memories before the war. They weren’t bad, but they were something to drink over so you would forget about them. Forget about the whole reason the two weren’t being comfortable with each other like you used to.weren’t all happy and comfortable with each other like they used to be.

That wasn’t, however, the only good memory they tried to drown out, the two of them. Between raising her son together, there were things no amount of whiskey, scotch or Irish, could drown from the back of their memories.

The mix of their warm breaths and pants, the rustling of bed sheets in the dead of night. None of it was all that bad, but she had tried everything to forget the brush of his rough hands on her bare skin. He’d drank everything he could find for the longest time to try and forget the taste of her lips and the soft sound of his name when it slipped past them.

The silence between them was loud and irritating. One had hoped the other would speak, but nothing was said. That is, until Thomas spoke up.

“You know, I still remember it all.”

“All of what?” She pulled her hand away.

“That night before I left for the war…five years ago.” He trailed off, putting out the cigarette from earlier and lighting another. She sighed and pushed her glass away, running her hand through her hair.

“I try not to remember it…” She mumbled.

“Why is that?” A stupid question, really. A stupid, yet frequent question. She answered anyways.

“Never thought I would see you again…” It was part of the truth; with the way the war had gone, she never thought he would come out sane, let alone come back from the war at all. She never expected to see him ever again. The rest of the reason was that she didn’t think he would want her after the war. Hell, she didn’t think he wanted her at all, even as they lay together in his bed all those years ago.

Thomas had noticed she wasn’t saying the entire truth to the reason, and he sighed. “I thought of you…every single day I was out there. There wasn’t a single moment you didn’t cross my mind.”

Y/n felt her heart swell, a bit of hope in her eyes as he spoke. She felt her mind was at ease now, more at ease than the alcohol had made it.

“Every damn day I spent in that hell hole…you got me out of it.” He leaned against the bar, trying to get her to meet his gaze.

She drank some more, smiling softly- something she hadn’t done in a long time.

“There’s that smile…” Tommy murmured, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile as well.

“What?”

“You only smile like that when you’re drinking.”

“Oh, so you remember the night before you left, and how I smile when I’m the slightest bit drunk?” She teases, her smile turning to a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I remember everything. Do you not?”

“I wish I didn’t, but I do. I remember it all.” Tommy passed her the cigarette, watching closely as she took a long drag from it. She leaned her head back and blew the smoke out through her nose. She passed it back to him and he took a smoke before stubbing it out.

At this point, they were multiple drinks in, reliving the stories of their past. Thomas just kept pouring and pouring, and they kept drinking and drinking. Until finally, the the bottle was empty, not a drop left. Tommy had offered to open another bottle, but she declined. She had got off the stool shakily, dizzy from the amount of alcohol she had. She then started to dig through her purse.

“Ah, keep the money. Don’t want you going broke already.” Tommy stopped her.

“It would be stupid of me not to pay you for something.”

Tommy just shook his head and came out from behind the bar. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her forehead gently. “You’ve payed me enough.”

With that, they both left the pub, Y/n stumbling with every step. They went their separate ways, once again. Y/n felt a weight on her chest, getting heavier with every step she took away from him. The same weight she ended up there to drink away. Her mind was racing with thoughts of if they’d ever see each other again, if they’d truly lost each other. She wanted to turn back and run to him. She wanted to. But she didn’t. She kept walking, and walking. The weight never left, nor did she think it would ever leave.

It never did

[flowingivy]

Cut by Thorns

CW- domestic violence, swearing, slight graphic description.

Chapter 1

"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW." You screamed at the tall man, who was previously hitting and yelling at you. "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT Y/N" the loud crash of plates being thrown against wall echoed threw the apartment. You were finally able to shove the big man out of the apartment and locked the door. "IF YOU DONT LEAVE ILL CALL THE FUCKING COPS." Silence for the first time in multiple hours. Silence.

Noise dripping with blood caused by the man you called for boyfriend for almost a year. Things started off really good. He was sweet, took you out of dates. Made sure you were always happy. On a normal day, he was in the shower and his phone buzzed on the bed. That day everything fell apart. Cheater. Lier. Fake.

After finding out that he had been cheating on you for a large portion of your relationship, he got violent, but it wasn't ever physical until now. Sitting on the floor, crying your heart out. The man you once knew was gone. Stomping to the bedroom you shared just earlier that day. You grabbed a trash bag and threw all his shit into it. Rushing to the balcony and throwing it all off the third story of the building.

You called your closest friend. The girl you've been close with for years. The only one who has never done you wrong. Your ride or die. Kate. She has always been protective over you. Never wanted to leave your side. When you met the girl she was drunk at the bar. Complaining about work and the large amount of men she lived with. You took her home and made sure she was safe. Sometimes friends come when you least expect it.

After that night, Kate would come over every single Friday and have what you both liked to call a girls night. A glass of wine and talking about how shitty work has been. Along with her frequently bring up the men she worked with. Which Kate also lived with. Not knowing what she did for work. You tried to be as supportive as possible. Kate always hated your now ex boyfriend. In her words he was a free loader so once she heard about the series of events of just minutes ago.

She was livid and angry. You're the one person she genuinely cared for as a person. Well on the phone with the furious women. You heard her talk to someone. Probably her roommates. "hey y/n? Is it okay if I go for about half an hour?. I'll be over as soon as I can. Just text me if he comes back okay?" You whip the tears from your eyes "yeah that's okay. I'm gonna go take a shower. Just come in when you get here." The phone hangs up.

You go back to the room and grab a pair of men's stripped boxers and a large black shirt. Turning the water on to the hottest setting and wait for it to heat up. You turn on your favorite music and start to wash up. Getting all the crimson blood off your face and hands.

Knock knock.

You hop out of the shower, throw on your large clothes, and walk to the door of your very spacious apartment. Opening the door, you were met with four faces. Three you have never seen before. Kate immediately hugged you and grabbed your shoulders tight. "Oh my god. Y/n your face is so bruises." You flinch at the sudden touch. "Kate, who are these guys?" You say in a soft tone, always sounding scared.

"Oh yeah! This is Brian" pointing to a tall blonde man with slight stubble and a bright yellow hoodie and ripped jeans. "This is Tim" Kate pointed to a built man with side burns and a red flannel. "Last but not least, toby." Lastly pointing to a shorter boy but still taller then you. He had a black face mask on and a black turtle neck. "These are my roommate I've always told you about. They offered to give me a ride" You wave at the boys and smiled a bit. "The place it fucking trashed." You say with a bit of embarrassment.

"These pigs are probably worse." Kate jokingly rolls her eyes."fuck you." Toby thought he was quiet but kate had elbowed him in the side. Which he couldnt feel but got the hint. "Can we come in? I'll help you clean up y/n. " You move out of the way. Unveiling the trashed apartment. Glass all over the floor. The coffee table in the living room flipped over. "Oh god." Tim said under his breath, trying not to make y/n feel bad. "One person did this? Jesus." Brian said, looking towards you with concern written all over his face. What she went threw. None of them wished upon anyone. Ever.

Kate went under the sink and grabbed a trash bag. Picking up large pieces of glass and trash that was thrown around. "Kate, please, you don't have to.." You say with guilt in your voice. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You should just relax for right now. I'll make sure this place looks untouched when I'm done. After we can even go get food." Kate smiled slightly at you, trying to cheer you up.

"Fine.. but I'm paying for food. For all of us." You smiled back at the girl. Tim helping get trash off the floor. Toby whipped down the counter that had spilled pop on it. Kate now with a broom getting the rest of the glass. "Go get dressed so you don't look homeless!" Kate said in a joking tone. "Ok, mom," you giggled back. Walking to your room. Flipping on the light switch. You heard talking in the kitchen/ living room (they are connected). Not being able to understand what was being said, you got dressed into a pair of oversized ripped jeans. Along with a large black hoodie that had a large picture of Medusa on the back.

Walking out of the bedroom, you saw a fully clean apartment. It looked like your ex-boyfriend wasn't even there. It felt great. Being with Kate and the boys you just met. Felt comfortable, like as along as you had Kate. Nothing bad was going to happen to you. The men made you feel like they would have your back as long as Kate cared for you. As you walked to get your shoes. You felt three pairs of eyes on you. Watching your every move. You could get comfortable with not getting treated like shit by a man all the time. You could get used to having a man genuinely care about you as a person. Not an object.

"Are you ready to go y/n?"

A/N- this is my first book ever. I would love to hear suggestions🙏 next chapter will be out soon.

[gingernut1314]

Oh, you have got to tell me a little / share a some about the Alvida one. I am bi and I've got needs.

Oh boy, well then are you in for a wild ride 😂

This little one-shot is a request I got...a while ago...It's almost done I just have to finish it off

This fic will get a nice spiced kicked to it, I just need to write it lol

Pink and Glitter: Alvida x F!Reader Summary: On a night out with your friend, you make the mistake of running into the fearsome pirate captain Alvida. A mistake that leaves you utterly enthralled by the Lady Pirate.

You were not one to have one-night stands. It had never interested you, never even crossed your mind as an option. You needed that connection, that sense of knowing exactly who you were with before ever thinking about heading to the bedroom.

At least, that’s what you had always told yourself--what you’d always practiced. But failed relationship after failed relationship had begun to wear on you. 

Especially after your most recent breakup with a man who had called you the only one for him, and you had believed it, only to discover he had been married for years. Been married and had done this multiple times before. 

It had made you sick and now your taste for relationships had soured fully. 

And instead of laying in bed crying over how stupid you had been, your friend had dragged you to the local bar saying you needed to get laid--a statement you agreed fully on. 

The bar was packed to near capacity. Full of men and few women drinking and partying away. 

“Pirates,” the bartender, who lived in the apartment just below yours, had told the two of you when you finally made it past the gathered crowd and to the bar. He handed you two your drinks, too busy to elaborate further. 

“Maybe pirates aren’t the best pick-me-up.” Your friends said, worry in her voice. You waved her off, taking gulp after gulp of your beer. The barely, almost salty liquid hit your tongue and you almost gagged. Beer had never been your first choice of drink, but seeing as it was the only thing here you could afford multiple rounds of, it would have to do.

“Some might say they are the perfect pick-me-up.” Another large gulp of your drink. “Mysterious and always out to sea. I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing them ever again.”

“They are also ruthless criminals. Wanted by the government.” Your friend hissed your way, her voice going quiet as a large scarred-up, obvious pirate-looking man walked past you two. “Oh and not just criminals--killers.” You waved her off again. 

“I want to get fucked tonight. Ruthlessly. Who better to do it than some ruthless pirate?” You said earning a groan from your friend. 

“Just don’t get yourself killed, please. I’d have to find a new best friend.” You gave her a slight shove with your arm as you scanned over the options upon options walking around, drunk out of their minds. 

You didn’t want to sleep with someone too drunk. That was one of your only requirements for tonight's escapades. And you found one such candidate standing with two other men. Tall and blond and able to stand upright, he was quite handsome, though his goatee knocked a few points off. 

“Oo. He’s hot.” Your friend said, having followed your gaze. 

“Yeah. So are his friends. One for me, one for you.” You said, taking another large gulp of your drink. 

“And what about the poor man who gets left out?” You shrugged, flashing your friend a teasing smile. 

“Maybe one of us can win two over.” She gave a gasping laugh, shoving you right back. 

“Who are you and where has my friend gone?” 

“She’s standing outside in the rain. Bit of a wet blanket.” You both giggled, before starting over to the men you had locked your sights on. 

A flash of pink and glitter had just crossed your vision before you were running into a solid body. The rest of your drink spilled over the front of glittery pink, while glittery pink’s drink--which had been very much full--spilled all over you.

Silence washed through the bar. A deadly silence. One that had goosebumps rising along your skin. Goosebumps that told your body to run--that this was some predator ready to clamp their glittery jaws around your neck and bite down hard. 

Your friend cursed behind you on a whimper. She spoke a name you hardly even heard. A name that spilled out of the lips of every non-pirate in this establishment. 

Alvida. 

Iron Mace Alvida.

Alvida, The Lady Pirate.

These meant--nothing to you. That name, those titles, had never graced your ears. But if you did know one thing, it was that pirates hated to be unknown. You had seen someone killed in this very bar for that mistake, calling the pirate by the name of a some famous traveling clown far from the pirating profession. 

You turned your head upward and felt your stomach give a little flutter like a thousand butterflies had wormed their way into your body. Fluttering around in response to the woman who towered over you. Towered over you with deep brown eyes that looked so--murderous. So dangerous. Like she would kill you without a seconds thought, sneezing the life from you between those sharp, red nail painted fingers. Red-nails that were wrapped around a very large, very threatening iron mace. 

She wore a black cowgirl hat, a pink strip around the base, that sat on top of her black, neatly curled hair. Hair that looked so taken of and so soft. Hair that framed her round face, which was done up in skillful make-up that put your own to shame. 

Make-up that hardly had you seeing the pissed-off snarl she was baring down at you. One that only promised pain and suffering. 

You were quick to forget about that man with that goatee and his two other friends. Quick to forget about your ex or any ex before him. 

This is who you wanted to have your fun with. Your one-night stand. That is, if she even found you attractive enough. If she was into you in that way. If she was going to kill you in the next few seconds you were spending gawking up at her in all her pink and glitter glory.  

Your friend grabbed hold of your hand, spewing apology after apology at the woman towering over you. Offering to pay for her drink, to pay for multiple drinks, as she tried to pull you away. 

You didn’t let her. You stood glued to your spot, yanking your hand away from your friends who gave another little whimper. 

Alvdia seemed to hardly hear your friend because she leaned in closer, that snarl never leaving those red-painted lips. Lips so plump you needed to feel them on your own. 

“You just spilled a drink on me--knocked my drink out of my hand. I just bought that.” She hissed. This close to her, you could smell the floral perfume she wore. Smell the aftermath of a long bath and just the slightest tang of the beer you had spilled on her. It was so--intoxicating. “Do you know who I am?” 

You nodded despite your not knowing, running your fingertips up that iron mace she was sure to use on you if you didn’t move very, very carefully. Her dark eyes tracked your movements. Movements that seemed to make that boiling anger falter. 

“Such a strong, fearsome, stunning lady as yourself? I would have to be a fool not to know who you were.” And a fool you were. A fool who was flirting with a pink and glitter-covered killer. A killer who would kill you without a second thought if your flirtations didn’t work. 

“Please, my friend is right, let me buy you a drink--two.” You said, allowing your voice to become soft and pleasant. You moved closer, your fingers brushing ever so lightly over her tanned skin. Skin was so warm it was as if it had soaked up the very sun she must be in all day while out at sea. “Let me make it up to you. Anyway I can.” You willed your voice to become honey-dripped. To try and pull her in and get her stuck in its sticky pools. 

A low chuckle spilled from her painted lips. A chuckle that turned near bellowing as those lips pulled up into a wicked smile. 

“Who is the most fearsome pirate on the seas?” She shouted, questioning the surrounding pirates. 

“Captain Alvida!” They cheered. Her dark eyes found you again, a smirk on her lips. 

“And you?” You gave a nod, brushing her hand again. 

“Yes. Captain Alvida is the most fearsome pirate on the seas.” That smirk only grew wider, a little laugh that had your stomach fluttering all over again spilling from her lips.

“I like you…KOBY!” She shouted and almost instantly a skinny, pink-haired boy, looking so nervous he might pass out, came to her side.

[ahleezeruinavt]

Had the craziest experience of joining a “superhero roleplay server” for the first time in a while, one not distinctively Marvel or DC just kinda it’s own universe. It was considered “sci-fi” and so I didn’t really see any sci-fi elements really other than the city itself that it took place in but that was whatever

Things hit the fan when I started asking questions about the lore. Namely that if people born off of this island could have super powers (they called it “vigor” and also called their drug “vigor” which seems like it’s just a knock off version of Compound V from “The Boys”). When I tell you these people got so mad so fast.

Nobody on staff could give me a straight answer, and I think most of these people were in high school given their answers. They said no, if you’re born off the island, even if your parents were born on the island, that you could not have powers. I was confused because their written lore said it was “in their blood”. But when asked if it was genetic, they said no. Which is REALLY confusing bc if it’s in your blood when you’re born then it would be genetic.

I pressed a little further to ask why that is, and they dead ass told me “lol no we can’t tell you bc that’s something they’re finding out in the lore later” which is code for “we don’t have a reason yet, stop asking questions”. When something is the BASE REASONING in your RP server, maybe give it some sort of basis other than “people born here have magical powers”

So then I was like “okay so secretly mutated character is a no-go then, okay”, but someone else kept asking questions bc we were both GENUINELY CONFUSED on this whole “it’s not genetic but its in your blood”, bc they compared it with having mutations when you’re a baby. And I was literally trying to wrap my head around this bc no one was saying the same thing.

Eventually, I just got fed up bc the staff started blatantly ignoring me and the other person asking questions and left. My friends sent me this lovely screenshot from after I left.

Mind you, I did leave after “all that” bc no one of staff could give a clear answer on LITERALLY ANYTHING. It took a whole day to get an answer to a SUPER simply question about powers. ALSO I said that if the OC was too similar to X-Men I would 100% be willing to change it bc I had a back up character in mind anyways! Additionally, this shows me they did not read my powers at all bc I stated multiple times this was a NIGHTCRAWLER LEGACY I was looking to import over with any needed changes if she was too similar to Nightcrawler at the end of the day.

Like how are you going to insult me and be wrong about the x-men 😭😭

They then also gave me the most generic copy paste backstory for my character. “Well if you don’t want to be born on Selva, you can have magic instead of vigor” Cool, I asked how she would get her appearance with just magic alone. They just said “freak accident or spell gone wrong idk”

They had also proceeded to deny someone else’s character for assumptions THE STAFF made about them. Also had a ranking system that they didn’t have explained anywhere. Oh btw did I mention that in order to have a group of vigilantes you had to BUY IT WITH THE ECONOMY BOT? Bc god forbid you don’t want to join their one group.

Funniest thing was, when ranting about it in another RP server, someone told me their friend joined the server a while ago and the staff were all condescending and rude towards them. Can’t say I expect less from people who quite literally ignore everything they are asked to talk in general about the words for porn categories 😭

The server is called Selva City, so y’all can avoid it like the plague bc holy shit that was probably the worst RP experience I had in FOREVER.

[dhampiravidi]

🍳 our muses are having breakfast at a local food place (Caleb and Pogue @in--noctem, sorry for the anon I'm on the wrong blog xD)

Caleb probably wouldn't've agreed to skip school with Pogue if the night before hadn't left them both feeling so drained and upset. Mr. Parry had had yet another tantrum, smacking his son around while his wife cooked dinner (only stopping to tell them to get out of "her space" in the kitchen). As usual, Pogue teleported straight to the Danvers, glad that his parents didn't do any magic. Because it'd been years since Caleb had realized what Pogue's parents were truly like, he had a plan in place. He set his best friend up with a decent dinner, then called the police (who were familiar with the situation) so that they wouldn't think Pogue had been kidnapped. It always took a while longer than he would've liked to get Pogue to bed. There were bruises and cuts to be treated, and even then, Pogue was far from being OK (not that he was expected to be). On days like those, he had multiple nightmares, so the Danvers had learned to have him sleep in Caleb's room. The boys always ended up under the same sheets together, arms wrapped protectively around each other--but Caleb knew to untangle himself before Pogue woke up and freaked out.

They went out of town to avoid any suspicious adult eyes. Pogue, who had bought a motorcycle as soon as he'd turned 16 (he only waited that long because he knew he had to pass the tests before driving it) apparently found a diner on some day when he'd gone out of town instead of to the Danvers, post-dad tantrum. So, he drove the two of them there. Caleb knew that Pogue probably would've been more physically comfortable using one of their cars, but he didn't want his own mom worrying about them--even if she might not leave her room til the afternoon.

Caleb liked the place as soon as he saw it. The outside was plain, but it was perfectly clean, with bright paint and absolutely no dirt on any of the paneling. "It doesn't look like much, I know...food's not as good as yours, but it's a nice spot," Pogue said quietly, putting his gloves away for the moment. He was surprised to feel a gentle-yet-firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see one of those smiles that made him feel guilty and giddy at the same time.

"Thanks, man." Thanks for bringing me, for letting me come with you this time. Thanks for the compliment--even though you're always silently moaning when I cook us something.

"Yeah." Pogue started off for the front doors, Caleb only a step behind. There was music from the 70s and 80s playing, not enough to be anything but a quiet soundtrack. About half of the place was full, which was interesting for a restaurant's weekday. Pogue sat down in a booth not far from the bar, and Caleb sat across from him. It was all of 5 seconds before a waitress in a pink-striped uniform rolled up, beaming.

"Kiddo! How are ya!?" she cried, beckoning for Pogue to hug her. He did, a sheepish grin on his face as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Donna. Donna, this...uh, this is Caleb." He sat back down, and suddenly he couldn't look his friend in the eye. But Donna certainly could. She grinned mischievously.

"Caleb Danvers. Oh yeah, we've heard about you. What are ya in the mood for? Pogue always gets a stack a' cinnamon pancakes, but he says you make the best French toast--"

"Donna--"

"I'm just sayin'. Here, I'll get ya' a menu. Don't worry about what's for breakfast and f' lunch--Jimmy doesn't mind makin' both." Over the next hour or so, Caleb learned that Donna was taking classes to become a dentist's assistant, and she had a little boy named Ricky who thought Pogue was a god because he'd let him sit on his bike once. He also learned that Donna could read people's minds (not literally, he hoped), Pogue came to the diner about once a month (even if his parents weren't being horrible), and that Pogue had told Donna (plus the other two waitresses who knew him) all about Ipswich, minus the magic part.

Both boys left Donna and the rest of that shift a hefty tip--after all, they were the heirs to family fortunes--and took milkshakes and fries to-go. They went to Boston to explore, then had a picnic on the outskirts of Ipswich. Caleb had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't a date, that he was just keeping Pogue company while the other guy took a day.

He liked to think that they'd had enough fun to forget the night before, at least for a little while.

[readingslover]

Chapter 11

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Amory Madden had never fitted in. As a child, she had an above the average sensitivity to the world and and even more outstanding intellectual capacity. As a kid, she was always younger than her classmates, often bee-ing bullied for it and her wits. Now, as an intern, even with amazing friends, her social anxiety had never truly allowed her to let her guard down.

~~~~~~

As she walks into the bathroom in the marning, along with Izzie and George, she found Cristina in th bathtub and Meredith on the floor, both hungover.

“Okay, what did I miss?” The boy asked as Amory poured the girls some water.

“You came in to full on vomit drama. Apparently, she dumped Derek and her? She’s been sleeping with Burke.” Izzie informed.

“I knew that.” George told her, receiving a shocked look.

“Drink up, come on, you’ll feel better.” The short intern encouraged them, putting some toothpaste onto her toothbrush.

“I feel empty.” Meredith muttered.

“Two hours of vomiting will do that to you.”

“No… I feel empty.”

“You’re lucky, I feel pissed off.” Cristina comented, laying back on the bathtub.

“Drink some water.I’m going to make you two sume breakfast, if you want.” Amory offered, in an attempt to help.

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“Male, 55, victim of head in collision.” The paramedic informed the group as he took their patient out of the ambulance. “GCS is 3. Skull fracture, multiple internal injuries. His veins blew so we’ve been pushing meds down the tube. PEA on arrival.”

“How long has he been down?” Bailey inquired.

“We’ve been doing CPR for about 20 minutes, it took fire twenty minutes to get him out of the car. He’s pretty much gone.”

“No, he’s not gone until we say he’s gone.O’Malley, take him to a bay and save him.”

“But… he’s dead.” The boy pointed out awkwardly.

“Did you not hear me?!” The woman aggressively asked. “He’s not dead until we say he’s dead. You know what to do, so do it.” The boy looked confused as the woman went on. “Grey, Madden, you’re on this too, move.”

“But he’s dead…” The male intern whispered and Amory pat his back in comfort as they went toward the ER.

~~~~~~

Now in a room, George looked at the nurse awkwardly, as they ried to resuscitate the man. “Olivia.” He greeted. “Pulseless V-tack.”

“Line’s in.” Amory informed.

“Okay, charge to 200. Clear.” The boy shocked the patient to no avail.

“Push on of epi.” Meredith instructed as her smaller friend spoke up.

“Let’s go again, charge to 300.”

“You serious?” The boy asked in a whisper.

“Yes, I’m serious. Charge again.” The girl gave him a tough look and insisted.

“Okay then, let’s charge to 300.” He agreed but the man’s heart didn’t restart.

Just then, their resident came in. “Grey, Madden… Any response?” As the man nodded negatively she suggested. “Okay, you guys can…”

“Should I call it?” George asked.

“What would you do next, O’Malley?”

“I would call it.”

The short blonde shook her head, knowing her friend wasn’t getting it. “To save him, George.”

“Oh, um… a pericardial window.”

“Excellent, do it.” The black woman nodded. “Grey, you’re done here. I’ve got a bowel obstruction for you.” The dirty blonde left after the resident, leaving Amory and George to tend to their patient.

~~~~~~

Some time later, Bailey came back to check on their progress. “Where are you?”

“I can see his heart. His heart that is not beating.” The boy sassed back.

“Okay, open the pericardium and aspirate. If the heart is still not beating, close and call it.” At the boy’s exasperated look she continued. “What? You think we’re defiling this man’s body?” Amory’s eyes darted between the two.

“Well, we’re certainly doing more than…”

“Than what…? If they are dead or dying when they come through those doors, you hump and hump hard. Why?”

“For the experience.”

“No, what else, there’s something more.” The resident urged him.

“Dr. Bailey, he’s not going to get it…” The girl whispered. “He’s not getting the lesson.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“Yas, I do. You do the best you can so that when the family comes, no matter the outcome, you can tell them you tried your best. That’s why you always need to give it your all.”

The resident smiled at her sadly and nodded. “Exactly.”

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As George sat with Amory in the locker room, he whispered, full of hope and excitemtent. “I saved a woman’s life today… I found that a woman who’d been declared brain dead, actually had a viable brain!”

“I know. I heard. I’m proud of you, George.” They held their hand together, the boy stroking hers lightly.

“You know, I finally got what Bailey meant about humpingon every dying patient. How did you? Figure it out, I mean?” He looked in her eyes, the lamp above them the only one in the dimly lit room.

“I just know that if anyone that I see as family, even if they aren’t by blood,  I would want the doctors to have tried everything they could. I couldn’t get peace knowing if there was something else we could have done but we didn’t do becaus eh was already dead. I just remember my aunt, who took care of me more than my parents did. She was in a car accident, she and I were very close. I had a hard time after she died, you know. She looked out for me when I was a kid even though I wasn’t her kid. I had a lot of nightmares about it, about seeing her when we arrived at the hospital and they told us what happened. The doctors did everything they could like we did today.” She said in a hushed tone, looking back at him as he squeezed her hand tighter in comfort. “I normally don’t talk about it. I don’t feel comfortable beeing vulnerable, I get anxious and sometimes I relive it. But you… you make me feel safe.” The girl smiled as she stared down at the boys lips for a moment.

The boy smiled at her, still stroking her palm with his thumb. “I will always be here for you, you know.” As he noticed her gaze, he told her. “Um, I… I broke things off with Olivia, officially.” He looked back at her with a mixture of sweetness and intensity in his gaze.

“You… did?” She asked, her voice soft, and the boy nodded along.

“I did…” As he leaned toward her, Amory did the same, so carefully. And the moment their lips touched, everything felt so perfect for the both of them. It made sense, it was like coming home. 

Once they pulled away, the boy cupped her face with his hand as she blushed slightly. “That, I, uh, it was…” The boy mumbled, unable to form words.

“It was like coming home.” She completed.

The boy nodded along, as their foreheads touched. Still not believing they kissed. And in that moment, the only light in the room shining above them; Amory felt as though she finally found her place in the world.

[king-minyard]

[ID: Several comments about social blunders people have made. I'm combining screenshots from multiple reblogs. In order,

Spicyratt: Once I told a teenage boy we were going to the executer after his court hearing I meant exit interviewer

leo 🌘: one time i tried to ask a customer if they wanted a receipt and i looked them in the eye and said "do you want me." i cried afterwards

🐌: as a server there was a group entering and i said "i'll come right on y'all" instead of be right with y'all 😭😭😭

Kelsey: A customer once said to me "thank you, have a nice day!" and i went to say "no problem, thank you" and just ended up saying "no thanks to you"

Hardo: I wished a customer a nice weekend even though it was tuesday

<3: once a customer thanked me and i couldn't decide between 'no worries' and 'no problem' so i yelled "no worms!" as they were walking away 😭😭

Sam: One time someone's total came to $4 and I said "that'll be 4 o'clock"

ZOEY <3: One time I was greeting a customer and I accidentally said "hi welcome home" bc [because] I wanted to go home so badly

🌙✨: One time I answered the phone at the vet clinic "hi, this is animals.... I'm sorry.... Please hold..." and then sat in silence instead of holding

ellie s: asked a patient before surgery if he was diabetic and he said no and i said "you will be" ??????

emmabritton892: When I worked at McDonald's instead of telling the customer their total I panicked and said "mmhmm get ready"

⭐🌙MoonStruck🌙⭐: This man asked me where mens boxer briefs were while carrying a lot of stuff and I responded with "sure can I hold it"

Angela Basset: One time someone held a door open for me, and I meant to say "Thank you" but instead I looked them in the eyes and said "Door"

kaine (summrs version): i was working drivethru and thought about if i did magic and when somebody pulled up i just said "check this out" and rang them up and did nothing

crowley's bentley: when i was working at Khol's i tried to ask if they wanted a bag and their receipt but I just shouted "want?" at their face rlly [really] loudly. i resigned

Yudi: I have a lisp and instead of saying hi to a customer I accidentally shouted "HARGH" at her and she went to another register

Meg🦊: Had a passenger order Tito's on one of my flights. Instead of asking single or double i confidently asked "single or tingle?"

kenzie: One time when I was working at chipotle somebody asked for lettuce and i just stuck my whole hand in the guac and didn't say a word for some reason

Nyx: I looked at a bug on the register and didn't realize an old man was standing on the other side, and I aggressively said "be gone with your bad self"

🪐: on multiple occasions, instead of saying 'have a lovely day' I'd say 'havely havely have'

@a-little-bit-bored: told a table here is your porn salad, it was supposed to be prawn and corn salad

@jamgatess: I once was reading the caller ID when answering the phone (name was Curtis) and instead of saying "how many I help you" I said "thanks for calling, how may I hurt you?" / I cried afterwards

@snackerston: Forgot the word for aroma to describe varieties of product, so I immediately substituted "flavor." Customer looked horrified and fled. Realized I was talking about bleach.

@racehill: Not me, but my friend's first job was at a deli. He looks very large and intimidating, but is actually a big softy. One of his first days he meant to say, "how would you like that [sliced or cut]" and instead said "how would you like that, slut?"

@jelly-terror: I once told a customer a cake had cocklate gash

@asliverofyou: While working at Little Caesar's someone placed an order on the phone and when they said thank you I tried to say "you're welcome" and "no problem" and I just said "you're problem"

@the-stars-never-stop-burning: I worked at a barbecue restaurant and at the end of every transaction we had to offer white or wheat bread before shouting "next guest in line!". There were a few times where I shouted "BREAD" and felt like crying every single time

@picklepals: Asked someone if they wanted ass water when i meant ice water. Also frequently asked if people wanted sour cream in their hot chocolate (whipped cream). Frequently.

@erenalias: I have so many of these actually. One time a customer called and I said I was gonna put him on hold and this dude tells me "no the fuck I'm not". Idk what I was thinking cause I immediately went "Too bad!" In my customer service voice and just transferred the line to my manager

@malum-malus: Once when I was a barista, I called out an order at the bar but got stuck between "hot cocoa" and "hot chocolate" and literally just yelled "hot cock!"

@mrsholmez: One time a guy called to place a pick up order and I could not understand him when he said his name and we were really busy so I wrote "Horse." I sent it back to the kitchen before I hung up and heard the kitchen guys go "WHO THE FUCK IS HORSE?" and I was laughing so hard I had to hang up on him. Turns out his name was Forrest. I think about him every day.

End ID.]

my favorite customer service slip ups

[oliverashquinn]

I hate my college roommate

I'm currently a freshman in college, and I live in a triple. One of my roommates I love, and we were supposed to get a double together, but they were all gone so we had to get a triple, which is where my not-so-lovely roommate comes in. We created a roommate agreement sheet filled with things that we can all agree on that we should do around the dorm, and how we can work together in our small living space.

Well, my good roommate, who I'll call Lia, and I have been putting up with a lot when it comes to our bad one, Tessa. Tessa's essentially completely taken over our room, using the things we bought, which would be fine as long as she asked first, but she never asks. She's taken Lia's facemasks and used her hairspray when she's not in the room, and I hear her sometimes she's taken my ice cream bars without asking, so when I go to have a treat, there all gone and I can see the wrappers on her desk.

She's also brought friends over and boys over a lot without asking, or saying stuff like "Hey, I'm bringing so-and-so over." Multiple occasions she's brought over a guy we've repeatedly told her we're uncomfortable with being in the room when we're there, and we shouldn't have to leave our space just because she wants to cuddle with him in her bed.

She's taken more than half of a closet meant for three people, and we've talked to her about it, and she's like, "Oh, just push it over." WE'VE TRIED. We push it, and it doesn't move. She's 'apologizing' for it while getting ready to go out to buy more clothes.

There was a whole trash thing where she complained about us not taking the trash out because she did it twice in a row, even though we've told her that if she wanted us to help with the trash or take it out, we could. Then after she complained, she didn't take it out for a month. I've taken the trash out 4 times in a row, twice Lia helped me with it. Then randomly on Halloween night, she texts Lia and she's like, can you take the trash out?" Lia shows me the text and I'm immediately like hell no. I've already taken it out twice before this. It's her turn, so Lia says that to Tessa, and she starts begging us to take the trash out because she hates the smell of the trash outside, even though she apparently can stand the smell of vomit since she spent all night helping the girl next door clean her room, but okay.

We then found out from her friends that she's been TALKING ABOUT US BEHIND OUR BACKS! Yeah, she's been telling everyone that we're the reason the trash was so bad, and that we were just sitting on our asses, even though we left the trash the way it was because we wanted to see if she'd do it herself. And that's not even the first time she's done something like this. A few days ago, she tried to bring a guy over to have a sleepover with him in our room, and I asked why it had to be our room because it's ALWAYS our room, and she goes, "Oh, well he doesn't have a mattress topper, that's the only thing." Seriously, you're so spoiled that you refuse to sleep on anything that's not a premium mattress?

By the way, she's a spoiled rich single child from somewhere near LA, CA. She flaunts about how she has her dad's credit card to buy everything and how her mom doesn't care if she gets a fake ID or piss drunk. Literally like 3 days from move-in, she's vomiting every five minutes because she decided to drink four shots of pure alcohol on an empty stomach.

Lia and I recently sat down and went over everything in the roommate agreement that she violated. Oh my fucking god. 7 fucking things, which may not seem like much, but it's because some things she's violated multiple times. Like bringing guys over. We have a clause that says we can't bring romantic partners over if roommates are in the room, and it's not like they're just in our room talking or anything. The PDA is disgusting. He's all over her, grinding on her and making out with her right in the middle of the room. Or the one about fucking asking first before taking stuff and not telling your roommates you took it.

And if I hear another freaking person go "Just talk to her about it." You try talking to someone who's talked about punching someone in the face all because they got into an argument with someone. You try talking to a whiter-than-white rich girl who's made racist comments about you and your roommate and looks at you funny or wrinkles her nose whenever you do anything revolving around your culture.

We had to go to the RA on another fucking floor because our own RA is never around for us to talk to about this stuff because at this point, I don't even want to 'resolve' things. I want her out. I'd rather put up with a random roommate than live another second with her pretentious ass.

I'm transferring schools next year anyway because some stuff happened in my family that's requiring me to go back to my home state, and I'm counting the days until I can go back home.

[herm-itcorp]

I currently can’t focus on GemPearl enough to actually make tons of posts on it. Because my friends have their shit.

Code names: cinnamon, sugar, vanilla.

Cinnamon:

OBSESSED with Vanilla, has three crushes. A boy on youtube, Sugar and Vanilla. They dated but broke up because Vanilla hated being in a polycule with two other people. Cinnamon became depressed and hated herself, (still does) and says she feels like she sucks and all that shit.

She’s never done this over a breakup and the longest she had known Vanilla at that point was a month and like partially through the next? She has dated multiple other people after this but breaks their hearts, thinking that Vanilla will date her again.

Most people in the friendgroup think Cinnamon has main character syndrome.

Vanilla:

Came to our school in the middle of the year, great friend. Shitty problems, left their old school because of friend issues. The issues are starting again. Has problems at home, with her mother in another state and barely being able to see her. Has been to court over who gets custody of her and her siblings.

I might be her best friend, but she talks to Cinnamon more than me, and they hold hands a lot. She’s thinking of running away but doesn’t know where to go.

I call her a lot, we talk a lot too, and she usually talks about how annoying Cinnamon is. She used to hate her, but she’s come back to Cinnamon.

Cinnamon put her through a lot of shit and issues. I don’t see why she wants to be friends with her again.

Sugar:

Sugar thinks i’m replacing her with Vanilla! Which is super fun!

I’ve told her so many fucking times that i’m not, but she never listens! She hates herself and does self harm. Has problems with one of her friends that have gone on for a while.

vents to me a lot.

(Deciding that i want my pov here:)

Me, i have my own shit to deal with and it’s relatively small.

I’m fucking around with my gender and questioning if i’m trans. I’m still not over when my best friend left me. (I knew him since when he was in grade one or two, before he was trans.)

He came to my new school and got with the boys, they spread rumours about me.. and then he stopped talking to me. It’s sad because he was also my like- lesbian awakening?? When he was still a girl i had a crush on him.

I didn’t know it had a name until i met cinnamon who was firmly in lgbtq.

anyways.

and i also feel like a therapist! Wow! How fun!

Everyone tells me their shit they’re going through and it’s like, yeah, you can trust me. But i can’t trust you, knowing how this friend group is.

(Another thing, the friend group is in two pieces now.)

[polyamory-and-pot]

So I kinda wanna vent but I've already talked with my family about the issue and they either didn't understand my issue with one of the points or didn't have the time to actually sit and talk. So here we are.

Some backstory: A couple months ago a new girl was added to my group of friends. We'll call her Shay (fake name). I had heard a bit about Shay but hadn't met her yet. It sounded like my group of friends had a slight issue with her causing drama but they didn't want to cut her off too fast, so they tried giving her another chance. I met her for the first time when we celebrated my friends birthday and she seemed pretty cool. We started messaging over Snapchat, where she invited me to her birthday party in a couple months. I agreed and we kept chatting, and eventually my friend group decided they didn't want the drama Shay was creating. So they kicked her out of our group. I told them I hadn't had any issues with her and so I was gonna stick it out and see how things went and everyone understood and respected my decision. So for the last few months we've kept up chatting and yesterday was the day we got together for her birthday party. At first I had the plans mixed up, thinking we'd be doing everything yesterday, spending the night and going home today. But the actual plan was to do some plans yesterday, some plans today and go home tomorrow. I knew I couldn't last in a social situation that long so I planned to come home last night and I did. The issue starts with the events of yesterday. The first thing I noticed was that I felt a bit excluded from some things with Shay. We had gone out with a mutual friend and it felt like Shay talked more with the mutual friend while leaving me out. We went to a movie and I was asked to grab the seats so they could get food, and so I did and went and got my own food when they returned. Then through out the movie Shay would talk with our mutual friend or be on her phone, but she never really talked to me.

As Shay was driving she was often on her phone either texting or changing the music and I wasn't super comfortable with it but didn't mind enough to speak up. But our mutual friend had spoken up about it multiple times, going so far as to yell at Shay because she was texting and driving when a cop drove by. Shay then got pissy with our mutual friend for yelling at her.

At some point we had stopped for McDonald's and I commented on how the person working the window was a child (on god this kid had to be under 15.) To which Shay responded he was a disabled child. I really didn't like the comment because as I saw it the boy hadn't physically appeared disabled and that comment felt inappropriate regardless. (This is the point one of my parents doesn't understand.)

As we were out in town we stopped by a crystal shop cause i offered to by Shay a crystal for her birthday and this way she could pick out what she wanted. She found a pretty bracelet and asked if this could be her gift. I immediately said yes but then got a glimpse of the tag and had to ask how much it was. It was $73. And I've got mixed feelings about this point. Because I don't mind spending money on my friends, but that was a lot of money to expect a friend to pay for you. And I elaborated with my parent that had it been a friend I was much closer to or a family member I probably would spend that money, but this was my second time meeting Shay. But I also tried to reason that maybe she hadn't seen the price tag or that maybe she has a different relationship with how she spends money on friends or she didn't know that was the price.

And I probably didn't go into yesterday with the best opinion on Shay. While we were talking about plans, there was a last minute change and she was asking if I could drive us. I hate driving, it stresses me out and I spiral down a rabbit hole of my thoughts but I agreed. She then asked if she could control the music and I politely declined saying that music was the one thing that kept me grounded while driving. Because of this she no longer wanted to drive with me, and considered canceling plans because of it. (Which made me feel incredibly guilty but I'm not willing to drive in a big city that I'm not used to without having something to ground me)

After all of this I've basically decided my friends were right and I don't want to continue this friendship with her. But I feel like shit for backing out of plans last minute, especially since I was supposed to drive our mutual friend. But honestly I was planning to do a lot of things that made me uncomfortable for Shay because she was my friend and I wanted her birthday to go as she planned. But now I've realized she isn't someone I'm willing to go out of my comfort zone for.

[chaosturnsbeautiful]

When I was a teenager all I did was fawn over boys, a lot of my friends would call me "boy crazy." I hated it, no one really understood that I was just wanting a human connection from someone other than family. I had friends and lost friends, that's what happens in high school. Well after graduation, most of my friend group drifted off and went to college. I stayed in my hometown and attended trade school... While doing so I had one friend that I grew up with attending with me. We'll call her Krissy, we were friends for many years. Her and I were inseparable, or so I thought. She had became a popular girl, who knew trade school had cliques. Well I decided I wanted to find a boyfriend. (the thought of this makes me sick, since I'm now married and I have a child). So I got on multiple dating sights and sought after "men". I was very self conscious, hated my appearance, but loved the attention. When I found the guy I thought I wanted to date. I was with this guy for a little over a year. We did everything together.... He was a couple years older than me, didn't have a car, could barely keep a job, and lived in his parents house. That wouldn't have bothered me if he didn't try to claim it as his own house until I finally met his family. He started getting into drugs, I was against it, but before I could do or say anything he broke up with me. I wasn't really sad, I was mad. Mad I spent all my time taking care of him, finding him jobs, lying to my family, and acting like he was better than he really was... You will see a pattern. Well I graduate trade school and start working with Krissy and we were doing just fine in our friendship, we hung out all the time, we both were striving and doing so well. I started noticing things off about her, she seemed like she was drinking on the job, strung out, and all around not a good person. Years of dealing with this and being around her, I distanced myself. Decided I wanted to get back out in the dating pool, turned out to be the worst/best decisions. I started to date this guy and for this post he will remain anonymous, Within the first week I should have seen the red flags, trying to make me leave my family, telling me we were going to get on a cellphone plan together, reading my texts from my parents, he made me call my mom and tell her I was moving in with him. Yes there were threats made with it, but I blocked that out of my memory. My relationships with friends and family continued to diminish. I never moved in with him, but I continued to date him. He had no job, lived in a sketchy neighbor hood, always told me about how he was in the military and made up a big lie about some top secret thing he did with them. He drained my accounts, all of my money I had been saving was gone within months of dating. I felt stuck, with no way out. He ended up threatening to kill me all the time, when I was at work he would sit at a table outside of my job (I worked in the mall) and watched me. If he saw me talking to other men, he would send me vulgar texts. Month's go by and I have to go in for a well woman exam, he forced me in to letting him go. My doctor never noticed anything wrong, except a couple days later I get a call from the nurse with blood results.... You guessed it, I was pregnant. The tears came streaming down. I didn't want to be with this person..., To be continued.....

[hushedlover]

Screaming and Crying Part 2

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Summary: Part 2. You're recovering from the hurt Xavier caused. You've avoided him at all costs, but how long can it go on?

A/n: Here's part 2! I had so much fun writing this. Isabella is based off of one of my best friends who helped me proof read this lol

Requests are open! Send anything in!

The sun was setting by the time you made your way back to the school. Your phone had gone off multiple times with calls and texts from friends questioning your disappearance. You ignored them all. You couldn’t find it in you to care. The blood had long dried on your knuckles, not until after you had finished punishing the poor tree more. Your arm hung limp at your side, your wrist had swelled and was throbbing. Probably sprained or broken. You couldn’t find it in you to care about that either.

You were sure you looked crazy, your hair a wind blown mess, face tear stricken, and blood covering your hand. You walked through the quad and ignored the people who gawked at you. It was very few due to the late hour, dinner had passed so you just made your way to your dorm. Isabella, your roommate, would be pissed seeing as you had ignored every worried attempt she made to reach out to you. You were correct in your assumptions. The minute you swung your door open she was bolting to her feet.

“No, no she just came in. Yeah I'll call you back. Okay bye,” she hung up the phone and sighed. “That was Enid. We were worried sick about you! What happened? Oh my gosh your hand! Bitch, what happened?”

You surprised both yourself and Isabella when you broke out laughing at their outburst.It was odd, the rush of adrenaline you had gained from the situation. You felt floaty, like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. Isabella stood there, gaping at you. This caused more laughter to flow out of you due to them looking like the human embodiment of the stupid emoji everyone uses. She almost looked afraid of you. When you finally calmed your fit of giggles, they spoke.

“Girl, what the fuck. What is happening right now?”

“I don’t even know man. I’m... I'm so tired. And boys are buttheads.”

“You say that like that's something new. I’m telling you, women are just better. But what happened? Was it that blonde beanstock you’re always with? What’s his name? Tarzan?”

You laughed again,” Xavier. And yeah it was him. It was him and his infatuation with that Wednesday girl.”

“Oh my god,” Isabella dragged out the last syllable, “I can’t blame him girl she’s so fine!”

You just glared at her and moved to go to your shared restroom. You wanted to wash the blood off your hand and inspect the damage done.

“Way to rub salt in the wound, thank you. So much,” you muttered over the sound of the sink running.

“Listen. Here me out on this. Please, plEAaase,” they whined from the doorway.

“Just grab me some pajamas, will you? I think I need a shower to get all of this off. My plaid pajama pants please.”

You heard rustling and heard Isabella call out to you.

“Not to ruin the good mood or anything, but shouldn’t you be having a mental breakdown right now? You haven’t even told me what happened, but I feel like there should be more tears.”

“I think it’ll come later, I’m kind of-,” You cut yourself off to take the clothes she had gathered from them. “Thank you. I’m kind of numb right now. I think it’s shock. And adrenaline. I don’t know. Can I explain after my shower?”

“Fine, but hurry up. I wanna know what my reasoning is going to be for kicking Tarzan’s ass,” and with that they shut the door behind them.

You slipped into the shower, the warm water relaxing your muscles. The silence without music would usually bother you, but tonight it was welcomed. Your head was finally quiet. Thoughts of Xavier and Wednesday kissing and holding hands long forgotten. You were just looking forward to the weekend now.

—------

It had been 2 days since that night. Isabella had kept you sane and occupied all weekend. You had shit talked and stuffed your faces with all the junk food you could find. Isabella had also confiscated your phone, claiming that “We can’t risk you being a pussy and giving into your problem.” So if anyone had tried to contact you it went unanswered. Bianca and the twins, you and Isabella’s friends, knew to take her if they needed something.

It was Monday morning now. You really, really did not want to go to class knowing you would have to see both Xavier and Wednesday and all your mutual friends, but Isabella forced you. They told you to “women up” and be a bad bitch. But you really didn’t feel like a bad bitch. You felt a bit pathetic. Isabella threw a pillow at you, startling you from your thoughts.

You flipped them off and then slipped out of bed and went to get dressed. Due to the weather being so cold the rules on uniform were a bit more lenient so you slid on some leggings and your Nevermore crewneck. The sleeve stuck to the brace you had around your wrist, luckily you hadn’t broken it, but it was sprained pretty bad. Isabella was getting ready too, but when she saw you in your comfy outfit she paused.

“Tell me you are not planning on wearing that.”

You looked down, confused.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Girl! We get the chance to dress how we want, be cute!”

“Says you,” you grumbled playfully but went to change anyway.

You threw on some jeans and a long sleeve top with a t-shirt over it. Then you threw on some shoes and walked out of your closet.

“Is this better,” You raised your arms in question.

Isabella nodded in approval and then they shoved your bag and phone into your hands.

“Let’s go, Bianca is waiting and I’m hungry. You took too long.”

“What?,” You yelled as you were pushed out the door and towards the stairs. “You’re the one who made me change! I was ready!”

The two of you continued to bicker all the way down to the quad, where Bianca and the twins were standing there waiting for you. When you approached them, Bianca wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You laughed softly at the action. It was odd, your guys' relationship. She was Xavier’s ex yes, but before that you had all been friends. And that didn’t stop despite the conflict between the broken up couple. You had always trusted Bianca, and though it was a bit awkward at first, you remained close no matter the circumstances.

When you pulled away Bianca held you by the shoulders and smiled at you.

“He’s a dick who doesn’t know what’s good for him. You’re amazing and you’re so much more mature than him.”

You smiled at her, and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, Bianca.”

“Guuuuuyyyyys, I’m hungrryyyyyyyyy.”

Your group all laughed at Isabella’s complaints. You all agreed to have the twins grab the food and then they’d meet you guys back at the table to eat. It was nice to laugh freely with your friends. A weight was lifted off your chest. When the twins returned you all dug into your food. You were all joking and bickering amongst yourselves. You almost forgot about your conflict with Xavier. Almost.

The thought of him still lingered in your brain. It stayed there through breakfast and while you were walking to class. You were so lost in conversation that you forgot that you had your first class with him. You remembered when you walked in the doorway and saw him sitting in his seat, the one next to him empty where you would usually be. You froze in your spot, your heart palpitating painfully. Isabella stopped next to you with a puzzled look.

“Why’d you stop in the middle of the- Oh.”

They cut themselves off when they saw where you were looking. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too enamored in his drawing he was working on. You looked up at your friend next to you, your eyes wide with panic. You didn’t know what to do.

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry please. I don’t do well with crying. Here, you’ll sit with me. I’ll be your new partner,” She was already guiding you to your new seat.

When you got there you kept your head low, afraid to look up and make eye contact with Xavier. You sat next to Isabella and they struck conversation with you easily until the teacher walked in. When you heard the footsteps walk in the room you instinctually looked up, and you wished you hadn’t. Your eyes drifted across the room to where Xavier sat, the seat next to him now occupied. The sight of him and his new partner made your stomach drop. It was Wednesday sitting next to him. Of course it was.

He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced over at you. When his eyes met yours and widened, you quickly hardened your gaze and looked away. You didn’t want him to see the hurt you still felt. Straightening your back you focused your attention on the lecture, you wouldn’t let him get to you.

___

The lecture felt like it went on forever, so when it was finally over you were extremely relieved. You and Isabella parted ways at the door, they would go to their next class and you would go to chemistry. With Xavier. Your chest tightened at the thought. You sped up your pace as you walked towards the class, hoping if you got there fast enough you could find any seat away from him. But the universe decided to give you a huge middle finger today. When you arrived at the class there were only 2 open seats. Right next to each other.

You sighed. You were too tired for this. Maybe you could just ignore him and he’d leave you alone. That is if he even wanted anything to do with you. You didn’t have to wait long to see his reaction. He walked in not long after you, his eyes darting between you and the chair next to you. You continued to look down at your paper, refusing to meet his eyes. You heard him audibly sigh before he dropped his bag and sat next to you. You could feel him burning holes into the side of your head, but you didn’t dare look over.

Class started and things were going smoothly. The class was mostly notes, so there was no need to talk to the boy next to you. That didn’t stop him from bothering you though. As you concentrated on the board ahead of you, you felt something land on your hand. Looking down, you saw a butterfly perched on the back of your hand. It was a dark gray, clearly one of Xavier's drawings. You felt your heart pick up at the thought of him trying to get your attention. Immediately, you shook your hand, and your head, slightly to clear the butterfly and your thoughts. Xavier sighed again and then looked back at the board.

—

After that there were no incidents. The day continued smoothly and by the end of it you were exhausted and ready to flop on your bed. You did just that when you arrived at your dorm. Throwing your bag to the ground, you ran and fell face first on the plush covers. Not 5 minutes into your silence, the door burst open. In came Isabella and Bianca, talking loudly before they saw you.

“Y/n,” Isabella called out. “What are you doing? We’re going down to Weathervane in like 10 minutes?”

You grumbled back, your words being incoherent. You didn’t want to get up. But you also wanted coffee.

Slowly you rolled off your bed and to the floor, and then looked towards your friends. Isabella looked confused, Bianca looked concerned. You reached your hands out towards them and pouted.

“Help please,” You wiggled your fingers at them.

They looked at each other and sighed before walking to you and pulling you to your feet. Then they dragged you out the door, leading you on the bus that was going to bring kids down to town. When you arrived in the cafe you practically ran for the counter. No one was there yet, but you knew the boy who worked here most days, Tyler. You guys had met at one of the festivals in town before his whole argument with Xavier. You had been pissed with him over what he did to Xavier, but after he apologized and explained himself you had become civil once again. Now you were more acquaintances than friends, but you loved the way he made your coffee so you were kind to him.

You dinged the bell on the counter obnoxiously while Isabella and Bianca made their way into the shop. You heard Tyler yell something from the back before he came into your view, clearly frustrated. You gave him a sickly sweet and innocent smile.

“Hi Tyler, did you miss me?”

“Oh so very much,” he smiled back at you. “The usual I assume? You want to put theirs on your order too?”

He pointed at your two friends behind you, who he had seen come in with you hundreds of times before. They had already sat down and were chatting idly.

“Yes please, I’m treating today,” You said, pulling out your wallet.

As you fished for the right amount of cash you heard Tyler speak again.

“What about his?”

Your head snapped up, your brows furrowed. You had been so focused on the money that you hadn’t heard the door open. When you glanced behind you, you saw the last person you wanted to see. Xavier.

“No, uh. He’s not with me- us today,” You tripped over your words, hands now shaking as you tried to hand the cash to the boy in front of you.

Tyler quickly took note of the way you trembled and how your eyes were watering. He quickly grew concerned. You two may not be close, but he cared enough to know he didn’t like seeing you this upset. He made eye contact with Bianca, who had been watching since Xavier walked in, and waved her over. Then he placed his hand over yours.

“Hey, Y/n,” He dipped his head trying to make eye contact with you. “Hey, why don’t you go sit down? Bianca or Isabella can help me okay?”

You just nodded slightly, feeling Bianca take your shoulder gently and guiding you to the table. Isabella was finishing the transaction with Tyler, both of them looking over at you with worry occasionally. You glanced around the shop in panic, not being able to find the boy you were so desperately avoiding. That was until he was standing directly in front of your table, just next to where Bianca sat.

“Y/n, can I- Can I talk to you, please?,” Xavier stumbled over his words.

Your friend tensed and got ready to get up and give him a piece of her mind, but your hand on her arm stopped her. Xavier saw you whisper something in the siren’s ear before she slid out of the booth, giving you room to slip out too. You made brief eye contact with your previous best friend, before turning on your heel and walking out the door.

You continued to walk until you were in the grass across the street from the cafe. You knew he was following you. Like a love sick puppy. You scoffed to yourself. When you decided you were far enough from the shop you stopped and waited for him to approach you. You felt him stop behind you, but you didn’t turn.

“Y/n, please would you look at me? Look, I know I messed up. I was a total dick and I’m so sorry. I just was so excited about Wednesday, I mean I really like her. I haven’t liked anyone this much since Bianca and I-,” He cut himself off when he noticed your arms wrapped around yourself, your shoulders shaking.

You still had your back to him so he couldn’t see the tears streaking your cheeks, but he knew you were crying. You never cried. And he made you cry. Oh shit. Why were you crying? He rushed forward and turned you gently. Grabbing your cheeks, he made you look up at him. Xavier’s thumbs brushed along your cheeks, concern filling his eyes.

“Please talk to me. I don’t think I can handle you being quiet anymore. You’re never quiet with me and these past couple of days I've been trying to give you space but it’s so hard. I miss you. I miss my best friend.”

He whispered the last part, resting his forehead on yours. You furrowed your brows and sniffled. Then you pushed him away, hitting his chest. You punched and pushed and hit and Xavier took it all because he knew he deserved it.

“You idiot,” You yelled at him. “I have supported you for years! I’ve been your best friend, no matter how much you’ve pissed me off. No matter what you have said to me. And you know why I did that? Because I love you, you moron. I have loved you since we were kids, and I haven’t done anything because I just want you to be happy. But whenever any other girl comes along, you throw yourself at her! You ignore me! I’m tired Xavier! I’m so tired.”

Your shoulders slumped forward and you sighed. Xavier was a few steps in front of you, shock written across his face. His eyes were watering, his cheeks flushed. You wiped your face and felt that you had been sobbing the entire rant. Xavier took a step forward and you took one back.

“You… love me?,” He asked, like he was afraid he would scare you off.

You shook your head and glared at the grass below you.

“Only since we were 8.”

“Y/n… I don't know what to say,” He started.

“Don’t say anything. Go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone. I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

As you turned to walk away, Xavier’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. His mind was racing, he was panicking. He couldn’t let you walk away. Not when he found out you loved him back and every stupid this he’s done in the past year was for nothing. So he panicked and said the first thing that came to mind.

“Wednesday is a lesbian. She likes Isabella.”

You froze. You tried to process the information the tall boy had just blurted but you couldn’t. Not fully. So you burst out an incredulous laugh and collapsed to the ground. Xavier wasn’t expecting it, and with his grip still tight on your wrist he was pulled down along with you. He landed half on top of you, his arms on either side of your head to keep him from crushing you. His long hair tickled your face and you scrunched your nose at the sensation. Then you realized the position you were in. You blushed, heat rushing to your face and looked everywhere but the boy on top of you.

Xavier on the other hand could only see you. He could only focus on your eyes, the freckles that dotted your skin, the way your lips pulled into that beautiful little frown. He gently reached down and ran his thumb across your eyebrows, trying to soothe the harsh lines there. Then he cupped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. What he did next made your heart completely start and restart in your chest.

Xavier had leaned down, pressing his lips to yours carefully. He pulled away quickly, not wanting to overstep. Before you could question him, he spoke:

“I thought you only saw me as a brother. That’s what Rowan and Ajax, my parents, everyone told me. They told me I couldn’t ruin our friendship. So like the moron I am, I listened. I pushed away my feelings for you and I went after other girls because I thought it was the only chance I had at staying in your life. Sure, I liked Bianca and Wednesday. Maybe I had a crush on them. But I wasn’t in love with them like I am with you. I am so sorry, Y/n. I never should have said what I did. If I could take it back I would. But because I can't, I'll spend my entire life making it up to you.”

You were in shock. What the fuck was he thinking:? He could just apologize and confess his love and everything would be fine? No. You smiled up at him and then you slapped him. Hard. His face turned with the impact. And then you grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

“You owe me so many things, the list is at least a mile long,” You said as you pulled back and then kissed where your hand had met his face. “But we have all the time in the world for you to complete that list.”

Xavier leaned down to kiss you again and then pulled away with a frown.

“That hurt,” He whined.

“You deserved it and you know it,” you kissed his cheek once more before gently pushing him off of you. “Now come on, we need to get Isabella a girlfriend. Maybe she’ll finally stop making me watch anime with her.”

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