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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year ago

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One Day Soon

May 2018

He'd finally won Monaco, and it was awesome. It was even better winning it with Seb fighting him every second and a wounded car. He was just glad that Simon hadn't told him exactly what was wrong. If he'd known he wouldn't have made it to the line.

The podium celebration and being up there with Seb and Lewis was fun, the Prince handing him a trophy and doing a shoey up there. But somehow nothing felt as good as waking up in that hotel room with Em curled up around him. The best part of his weekend wasn't winning, it wasn't the gala and then party held in his honour. It was that he finally had the guts to kiss Em and he left that party with the most beautiful girl he'd met holding his hand.

The week before he was convinced that he'd leave the party with a random girl whose name he wouldn't remember after a night where he was handed massive amounts of alcohol. He thought he'd end up with a fun night, a fun but forgettable ending, and an awkward morning leaving a generic hotel room without offending a stranger. But it was Emmy.

The woman who had been living rent free in his head for literal months. Who made him smile every time he'd gotten a text from Wrinkles. Even his coworkers had been asking about her, a sly slagging from the mechanics when they met her in Barcelona and asking was that his friend he'd been smiling at. She'd made him lose interest in every single woman who wasn't her just from a simple smile.

Instead of the awkward morning after conversation where he tried to remember a name, he woke up to Em beginning to move in his arms, pushing a kiss to her temple. It was an "oh shit" and a giggle when Michael called him while they were having sex again and he was desperate to keep going. Emmy insisted she needed a shower because they smelled like each other, and he used it as an excuse because one night wasn't going to be enough and he was taking full advantage of everything he'd get with her.

Going back to reality fucking sucked. They had to leave her luxurious hotel room - that he was unashamed to admit he'd lied to her about and said it was all that was left at the Fairmont - and go back to just being friends. It was nearly impossible to not take her hand as they were walking out of the hotel. He wanted to pull her into a hug and hide his face in her neck to push a kiss to her instead of a brief half hug. He was already dreading not getting to spend the night with her again.

Instead he had to settle for having her for little moments during the day while everyone was there. He got to see her chatting with his parents, laughing like they'd known each other for years instead of only a few days. She'd already been asked to be in Abu Dhabi so they could spend more than a day or two together. He'd never admit how much it meant to him that his parents clearly liked her.

He brought her to the celebration brunch on his Vespa feeling Em holding onto his waist as he drove. Every single red light she leaned against him and squeezed as he started again. He got to play footsie with her under the table, watching as she smiled when his foot ran against her leg and she pretended it was from Mike's really bad joke. He listened to her insist that she paid for her snacks at the market because "you've spent too much money on me with the flights and my hotel room. You don't need to pay for some crisps and snacks." He got to steal a kiss when nobody was looking and watch her shocked smile when he did.

But more importantly he got to spend a full two extra days with her after everyone else left to go back to their lives. He'd insisted that there was no point in her staying in a hotel room alone when his spare room was free, and Em didn't want him to have to keep paying for it. So she moved her little case of clothes in that evening nad he tried to keep it friendly with her. Tried, anyway.

Em made dinner for them, they ate while they were listening to music and talking about the view over the Mediterranean Sea and anything that wasn't to do with his job. The conversation kept going while he did the dishes and she sat on the countertop to stay talking. It was a goodnight kiss on her cheek, Em saying she was exhausted after the hike they'd done in the hills that morning.

He watched her walk into her temporary room, the door closing with a soft click and Dan wanted to open it and go into her. Give him another minute or two of having Em in his arms and pretend he'd be ok with that. But instead he went into his room, closed the door and tried to forget that Emmy was in the other room.

Dan tried. He really, really tried, but he failed miserably. Not even half an hour later he was standing outside her door holding his hand up to knock. It was soft, not wanting to wake her if she was actually asleep.

"Come on in, Dimples." His heart gave a jump of happiness when he heard her speak, opening the door and seeing her sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed. Her laptop was in between her knees and he tried not to look at her bare legs. That was almost as impossible as stopping his heart from racing when she smiled up at him.

As he focused on her face he realised the one flaw in his plan. He had no idea what he was going to ask her. He always had a response, always had a funny answer or a one liner and now he was completely tongue tied. All Dan could do was look at her with what felt like a stupid smile on his face. He had been slowly falling for her but now that he'd gotten a night with her he knew he was a goner.

When the words finally came to him he cracked a grin, watching as Emmy smiled at him.

"Can I come in? Just for cuddles, I mean it." Em laughed almost too loudly in the quiet of the room, closing down her laptop and setting it on the floor beside the bed before patting the mattress beside her. He honestly meant to keep his word that it would just be cuddles, but they snuggled in and her face was beside his and he couldn't help pushing his lips against hers. They made jokes in between soft kisses about how they were pushing the limits of what could be considered cuddles but he didn't care.

Part of him wished that that night in his spare room was their first night together. He'd never complain about that first night they had because it was fun and exciting and the way she sounded when she came made him was priceless. But he wished he was sober the first time he heard her moaning his name. He wished he didn't have a hangover as he was watching her get dressed and pretend he hadn't been kissing her chest all night. So now that he had his second chance he was taking it.

There were going to be even more jokes about what they considered cuddles as he flipped Em over, his arms either side of her head as his knee slid between her legs. He was absorbing the feeling of having Em around him. Everything was her lips against his skin, her fingers holding every single piece of him she could grab as he kissed bruises into her skin, her soft voice begging his name between moans that he could never erase from his memory. Every single part of him was soaking in the memories just in case it never happened again. He would never forget the feeling of her warmth around him, his brain screaming mine mine mine mine because how could anyone compare to her?

Nobody made him smile as widely as she did when she was giggling and joking about how he just said he wanted cuddles while she was out of breath. He'd never followed anyone to his room - never brought anyone to his room in this apartment - the way he followed her, joking that his bed was more comfortable than the spare one, and Em saying she'd take the couch if he didn't want to share. And then he pulled her into the bed as she giggled.

He'd won fucking Monaco less than 48 hours ago and he felt even more powerful the way she admitted her legs were killing her, and not just because of the hike they did. But even with that half an hour later she was the one on top.

But even beyond that - beyond the jokes and the laughs and the mindblowing sex - he was never as happy as when he woke up by her side in his bed. Not even when they shared bowls of pasta at his favourite trattoria just over the border. She was a dream by his side, long messy hair spread across his chest and her face relaxed just inches from him. His favourite part of it wasn't even her naked body against him, but her hand resting on his chest as his arm was pulling her closer to him even in her sleep. It was so simple and wonderful and he couldn't explain it.

And she was leaving. That afternoon he had to drop her to the airport to fly back to London and he was staying in Monaco and he fucking hated it. He wanted to go back with her. Wanted to be with her and be more than friends and spend his week with her. But not yet.

He wanted her to be sure. He didn't want the glitz and glamour of Monaco and his job and everything to make a huge difference with them. Not that he thought she would, his Emmy wouldn't, but his world was too weird. He wanted her to be sure she was ready to jump in. Maybe not this week. maybe not even this month. But he knew what they had was special and he couldn't wait to see how they'd work it out.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw drabble #daniel ricciardo drabble #f1 drabble #formula one drabbler #formula 1 drabbler

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 1 year ago

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Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: (more) Headcanons

Look I have no excuses left. I’m trying to channel Guangyan’s academic success and only succeeding in channeling Yiyong’s. They practically owe me a season two at this point for making me the OnePer of my own life.

1.) Chuying has gotten…well. A tad bit “cautious” now, never mind her coworkers’ gentle comment about her being “totally fucking paranoid,” because they didn’t have to scrape Yiyong’s broken body and Guangyan’s broken heart off the floor of a museum, leaving their own broken confidence behind, now did they? Its not really a problem. Until it is. Until she clotheslines one of Guangyan’s little college friends who’s running towards him and looking shady about it (who looks happy at school on a Tuesday? Villains. Psychopaths. Pastry chefs. Bad people, that’s who). It’s possible her boss was right to force her to go to therapy. She will not be telling him that. She maintains overcaution is best (Yiyong had laughed when he’d heard about it and Guangyan had looked suspiciously gleeful at the sight of his supposed school friend’s cartwheel through the air), so it’s fine.

2.) Yiyong’s first case post coma two (ugh) is a dead violinist trying to locate his lost sonata that it turns out his fake friend stole and killed him over. After the case is settled, Guangyan waxes on about some dumb movie called Coco and forces Yiyong to watch it. It’s after one of Yiyong’s PT sessions, so they sit in Yiyong’s bed for it. There is approximately no room and Guangyan keeps hissing about how certain people treat their guests, but they eventually create a blanket fort, largely by accident, and settle in to watch. Yiyong’s mother joins them partway through, smelling like dye chemicals. Yiyong is not upset by the story. He isn’t. He’s upset by his mom’s worn out voice as she asks random questions about the film like Yiyong knows things, he’s upset about the stupid plotting because the stupid kid doesn’t feel like he can follow his stupid passion and is missing his stupid family, he’s upset by Guangyan’s very soft hands that keep wrapping around Yiyong’s arm (annoying, clingy, he makes no move to stop him) during sad moments. So that’s why if he cries a little, it’s because he’s upset about those things.

3.) Yiyong’s mom and Guangyan’s dad have a “what the shit are the kids up to” drinks session a few nights a week. She’s convinced him to try her favorite beer. Neither of them really have many friends, but they have some very strange young people in common and a lot of silences in their lives where there used to be more people. One of their favorite drinking games involves the number of times the kids will text complaining something predictable about each other, or whether Chuying will send a vague, panicked text about something they are definitely not supposed to be up to.

4.) Guangyan has a terrible, terrible day. Everything goes wrong. He oversleeps by fifteen minutes, he gets two questions wrong (wrong???) on an exam, he drags his feet in dejection on the way to lab work and gets scolded for being “almost late,” and one of his classmates tells him he “doesn’t look great today.” In a fit of frustration at his own imperfections, he sends Chuying and Yiyong a rare introspective text wondering if he’s just the absolute most worthless, useless person ever. Chuying sends back about fifty inspirational Pinterest posts about how you’re ❤️special as you are❤️, and follows these up by threatening to come over and beat up whoever made him think this (he declines carefully). Yiyong says nothing in the chat, which he expected. But. He comes home and finds that Someone has drawn a picture for him, crumpled it up and thrown it through his window (based on the dirt on the outside, the toss failed several times). The drawing is rendered in sunset colors, and it’s of the teacups ride at the amusement park. It’s beautifully drawn, with careful detail down to the design on the teacup. In the forefront, two figures are whirling around in a teacup. One looks a little grumpy, the other one is alight with joy and shaded in with soft pastel. The caption simply reads, “The Most Worthless, Useless Day Ever.”

5.) The trio go on expeditions together—not just for cases now, but because Chuying saw a cool festival, or Guangyan needs people to come with him to this horrible networking event (and later regrets this deeply), or Yiyong gets that distant look in his eyes and needs to start walking. He likes that his people, his two people (and his high school friends, if he so chooses) will go somewhere, anywhere with him for no reason. Even just to sit on a bench somewhere. He thinks a lot on these walks. About how Chuying needs to stop second-guessing herself these days, because something hurts in his chest to see the mighty OnePer flicker with doubt; about how Guangyan always gets the same look in his eyes when he’s overworked himself and is about to fall asleep on Yiyong’s shoulder (he’s not entirely ready to examine why he always waits around on late study nights with anticipation for those moments); about how much he wishes he could have introduced them both to his dad and grandfather. He thinks about how his family is here and not-here, all still with him one way or another, and how he’s probably going to start drawing that comic again soon (after all, he did have that one reader, why not dream big?).

#whomst #oh no! here comes trouble

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kactiworld · 4 months ago

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KACTIWORLD - CHAPTER 1 - Death Touch - C-SIDE

My room has been filled with smoke since nightfall, all I do is stare at my board. A giant pinboard hangs on the wall of my apartment filled with string and photos paired with a numerous amount of documents from the police station. Most photos depict a large amount of strange murders, all victims found with tiny holes filled with pus somewhere on their bodies, as well as that, all victims are also members of the local Mafia.

I finally take my eyes off of the obnoxiously bright red strings to peer out my window to see that the sun has risen, I had spent the whole previous day and night working. I groan to myself and rub out my cigarette in a half full ashtray, take a marker and cross out Sunday on my calendar.

While grabbing my coat I glanced back at the board once more, looking at a photo that all the strings are attached to for the most part, the one person that is connected to all of these incidents. The owner of the Mafia that dons a signature comedy mask, Darius Graves.

“It’s got to be connected to him, there has to be some clue related to him… I just need to get closer.”

I finished collecting my things including a file on Darius off of my desk and walked out into the city of Desarnia to the police station, DCPD.

I got to the police station and walked inside to see two of my coworkers chatting at one of the desks in the front office.

“Oh! Chris! Hey!”

“Huh? Oh. Hello Alice.”

Alice Maryson. She has been a long time friend of mine since she joined the force, and after I got promoted to detective she got appointed as an assistant towards me in my efforts. Now I see her more than ever.

“Chris, whatcha got there?” Alice pointed at the file that was in my hand, I covered the name on it once she pointed it out.

“This? This is nothing. Just a recent case I picked up, that's all.”

“And you didn’t run it by me?”

“Uhm… no.”

Alice gave me an uneasy look of distrust in my overall answer.

“It’s not Darius Graves, is it?”

“Ooohhh shit, Harrington!” Exclaimed a random officer she was originally talking to.

“Ugh, okay yes it’s Darius. Listen, I’m really onto something here with these murders, I swear!”

“Chris, if the commissioner finds out about this, he could suspend your badge, or worse.” Alice expressed her worries with a more hushed tone, trying not to be loud.

“He doesn’t want us looking into mafia affairs for a reason.” She restated.

“Yeah yeah I get it, we don’t mess with the mafia. But I think this is bigger than all that mafia crap… This is bigger than Darius Graves. If I can just question him…”

“No, Chris! This trail of murders. It’s gonna run cold, it already has, like, 5 weeks ago! You’re driving yourself crazy, bending over backwards for a case that you have to keep hidden, refuse to get help on and can’t solve.”

The officer sitting across from Alice at his desk was laughing to himself.

“What’s so funny, Dick?” Dick really was his name, but I like to think of it as an insult, he really is a Dick.

“Hah! ‘Bigger than Darius Graves…’ Haha!Oh man, Harrington, you crack me up.” Alice slaps him in over the head.

“Don’t be a dick, Dick!”

Alice turned back around to face me.

“Chris, you should just drop it.” She said in a solemn tone.

“Our citizens are dying to this. This… Serial killer! And we aren’t doing anything about them! Why? Because all the victims are from the mafia?”

“I really don’t think it’s a serial killer.”

“Well it’s got to be something.”

After I said that I lit a cigarette and walked to my office. I sat down at my desk and opened the Darius file.

“Come on. I’m a detective. There must be something that I’m missing, this can’t be all the pieces or else I’d be able to figure it out. A rival gang, maybe? Hell, a relative?”

As I was reading a shadow overcasted onto my desk. To me at the time, it looked to be like the silhouette of a man with a tophat standing in my window.

“What the fuck?” I froze and inspected the shadow closely without moving. The shadow faded and I whipped around, yet to my surprise. Nothing was there.

“Huh. Was probably just overcast. It’s pretty cloudy today.”

I layed the file on my desk, took a mug, and got up from my desk to go get coffee. I walked out of my office and went to the coffee machine. It hadn’t even been an hour and my day was already feeling exhausting. That might also be because I hadn’t slept the prior day.

As I am pouring my coffee from the machine, a giant explosion can be heard and felt throughout the station. I spelt my coffee onto my shoes and hand.

“Ow, fuck!”

An alarm went off, and as I thought to myself I realized. It came from my office…? I began to run, and then sprint to my office as fast as I could. Once I got there, my door was opened with two officers inside one of them being Dick, and the wall where my window once was had now been blasted open.

“The suspect is that way!” Dick yells out as he runs.

A quick look at my desk caused my heart to start racing. The files were gone. It was the murderer.

Right as I heard a gunshot ring out my adrenaline kicked in, I grabbed my gun out from one of my desk drawers and started to chase as well. As I turned the corner I saw a sight that I couldn’t have imagined I would’ve seen.

Dick, on the floor, convulsing and throbbing violently while frothing from the mouth. I glanced back up to the rest of the alley. I saw him. The shadow that I saw casted onto my desk, it was him, standing right in front of me. I couldn’t see him at all because of the shadow of the alleyway, but it looked as if he had horribly tattered clothing,like it had a…

“A bunch of holes in them…” I whispered to myself.

I snapped out of it, now wasn’t the time for chasing after him. He won this round, but I’m not defeated so easily. I ran over to Dick and looked at his wounds. It was just as I thought. An enormous amount of small puncture holes were on his shoulder. I grabbed an epipen out of my jacket pocket and stabbed him, his convulsing stopped.

“Richard, what caused this?! Was it a weapon? Did he shoot you?”

“No… no… I shot at him but. He was just so fast.”

I grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little.

“What did he do?!” “He just… Touched me. He grabbed me and I, I froze. I just couldn’t move. I…”

“He just… touched you?” My heart raced even more. Dick started to convulse again.

“Hey! We need a medic here! Right now!”

I found myself in the infirmary, sitting across the room from Dick, watching the medics examine him. I put my head down and felt a hand on my back. I looked up and saw Alice.

“Is he?”

All I did was nod.

I got up and went outside, and she followed me. At this point the sun was setting, from where the station was, you could see a clear sunset. For something as beautiful to happen today, what a travesty.

“So I want to assume that the files…?”

“They’re gone. He stole them.”

Alice looked down at the ground and rubbed her foot into the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I really thought that…”

“It’s alright, Alice. At least now I really know that he’s real. And on top of that… He definitely doesn’t want me finding him.”

Chris and Alice walk back inside after he drops and stomps out a cigarette. The ash stains the sidewalk, and leaves a mark that will be there until it eventually rains, and the rest of the cigarette gets to just roll away like it didn’t do anything wrong.

“Ugh, disgusting smokers.” I turn back around into a distant alleyway a couple buildings down from the station and pull out the file. With a lighter in my hand, file in the other. I light the file on fire, and leave it in a trash can. An ember seared piece of a photo of Darius Graves floats out of the trash onto the floor, and leaves a mark.

End Chapter 1

#fantasy #fiction #writing #mystery #murder mystery #detective #mafia #oc #kw #Kactiworld

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aizenat · 2 months ago

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I was watching this woman who does child free content on yt, and she was showing clips of a woman on tik tok who was complaining about some family vlogger influencers (because that’s somehow still a thing in 2024 apparently) on ig who went on a cruise and apparently went to have dinner after the kids went to sleep so they could have a romantic night alone. They had baby monitors and nothing actually happened, but the internet does what it always does and this girl is just moralizing about all the could be dangers that COULD have happened in a worst case scenario because god forbid people don’t live their lives with crippling anxiety constantly planning and expecting the worst thing to happen at all times (not defending the couple but girl nothing happened just shut the fuck up).

And I had this thought I’ve been having a lot where I’m thinking this woman who I’m watching react to this girl’s tik tok (a supposed journalist lol) is wasting her time watching a girl waste her time making tik tok after tik tok moralizing about a couple she doesn’t know doing something that wasn’t the smartest but led to no issues, bitching about this couple sharing their stupid lives online.

And like I just thought to myself “why does this girl on tik tok care so much about this couple to make all these videos faking concern about these kids that are fine? Why is this YouTuber wasting her time reacting to this girl making tik toks about a family neither of them know and how they raise their kids? Why is this couple able to get enough people watching them vlog their lives that they can afford a nice cruise (and apparently make enough to afford a hypothetical nanny for the kids so they wouldn’t have to leave them alone sleeping in the rooms just for a date night, according to critics), and enough attention to get major backlash for doing something I’m sure most of our own parents did at least once or twice.”

Like truly, what does ANY of this matter? I don’t know ANY of these ppl I’m engaging with. I don’t care about family vloggers: I find them all reprehensible. I don’t care about some random white woman’s moralizing on another couple not being perfect parents like she thinks all parents should be. I don’t even understand why the child free content creator was even commenting on the drama. Like what was the point? Don’t have children so you can have date nights without worrying about kids?

Like who cares? Why are we all so obsessed with other people’s lives? People we don’t know, will never know, who will get canceled in a few years for something (if they’re lucky enough to last that long) just to do it all over again with a new influencer. That south Asian ray guy was the most popular YouTuber and and then it was pewdiepie then one of the Paul brothers then dream then Mr beast and he’s getting canceled now so it’ll be someone new this time next year.

Again and again the cycle goes and what do any of us get out of it? Are we better people for it? Are we even entertained? Why does ANY of this shit matter? Truly?

Idk how corny or eye roll inducing it is to say this but the entire internet, and most of modern media, has become a literal virtual reality matrix that we’re all acting like we have to participate in. You don’t go online, you miss all the news. Everyone from boomers to gen x to millennials to gen z to gen alpha don’t know how to connect to people without it. At my last job, my coworkers would bond over memes they’d share on fb or send each other snapchats or tik toks and constantly reference them. And because I’m not on the sites, I was literally missing out. And when I’d ask them to send things to our group chat so I could enjoy the fun, they just ignored me.

In today’s world, if you’re not plugged into the matrix, you pretty much don’t exist. It’s a red flag if ppl can’t find social media on you. YouTube commentary videos don’t even introduce players in drama because they assume you already know who they’re talking about for some reason. I’m expected to know all the latest tik tok influencers and streamers and podcasters and all the other mundane morons taking up space online. Why? Why do I need to know any of them just to keep up? Truly? Why?

Meanwhile, no one knows how our government work to organize effectively (looking at the faux “pro Palestine” ppl protesting the dnc without any fucking real plan all while ignoring that three of the most progressive and pro Palestinian representatives were up for reelection and let two of them LOSE their reelection bid, pulling more pro Palestinian voices away from congress; as well as ANYONE telling people to not vote or vote third party in November), no one seems to care that we’re living through a major environmental catastrophe, NO ONE READS, art is literally dying thanks to corporate greed, men are gearing up for a major anti feminist backlash that I’m afraid no woman under 30 is quite prepared to fight against, and no one can afford to live a happy and comfortable life.

But I have to care about stupid influencers being stupid online for stupid amounts of money because everyone is chasing a bag instead of working to make the world a better place.

I’m genuinely hitting a limit. Not in the manosphere way, but I’m seriously taking the red pill and getting the fuck out. This online world is just so bleak and miserable. I can’t deal with this shit anymore. It’s burning me out and I’m exhausted by it all. I genuinely just need out. Completely and fully. I’m so completely done.

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unohanabbygirl · 2 years ago

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Does Aemond ever get into discussions with coworkers about certain historical events cause yk he works at a museum and when the discussion of the dance of the dragons come up — does he get really defensive? I can imagine the discussion starting with a “Honestly none of it would have happened if Lucerys just turned around instead of being all brave and shit. War averted at least for a little while.”(An actual argument I have heard btw LMAO) Basically a coworker being a lowkey team green defender.

What would Aemond do/say? Or what would he do in a similar situation? Because I imagine the Dance of the Dragons is a huge historical event, def one good for argumentative topics..

(Ik Aemond would not let that slide but I need to know just how hard he would get on their asses. Plus I love seeing you talk about how your characters are, the dynamics are something I adore!)

Aemond is a big time loner, spending most of his time in the archives and going to Lottie’s for his lunch break, so the only time he ever finds himself chatting with co-workers is when Mona drags him along to the break room and it usually never ends well 😭

Not only is he a history buff, but he’s actually part of history. Knows these events like he just experienced them yesterday and will argue with anyone who tries to spew bullshit. When co-workers start discussing topics like the dance only for Aemond to come walking in they immediately switch to something else because he takes it way too seriously in their eyes.

Someone could make an offhanded comment like. “I’m with Vaemond 100% seeing a bastard take my ancestral seat from right under me would piss me off too.”

Que to Aemond who’s rolling his eye and constantly butting in to tell the guy he’s just as much of an idiot as Vaemond because CORLYS and LAENOR passed Driftmark to Lucerys making it his birth right.

This then leads to him telling everyone they shouldn’t be in this field if they don’t even know the simplest of facts.

He goes back to sipping his coffee while everyone else is like wtf

Some random work room npc : “I just don’t understand why the kid wouldn’t go back after seeing that big ass war dragon. He must’ve been a few screws loose.”

Random work room npc #2 : More than likely, seven knows his mother wasn’t the smartest for trying to pass him off as legitimate.”

Aemond “Lucerys persisted because as a prince of the realm he was given an order by his queen to deliver a messenge. It was his duty, as well as everyone else’s duty to not lay a finger on him since messengers are off limits. But you wouldn’t understand duty since you spend all day in here instead of finishing your paper work.”

Now Aemond is known by all the staff as ‘that guy who doesn’t play about Lucerys Velaryon’

#asks #im honored you enjoy my little rambles 🥰

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fantasticcloudcreation · 1 month ago

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October 6

Today is the chillest day I've ever seen on a main stage and I wish I brought my book bc we don't have shit to do!!! Our 2nd headliner literally has zero gear like it's just a guy with a microphone not even a riser or anything, and the main headliner is super minimal with like 2 risers and some lights, so we're probably getting out early :)

Last night I was planning on going to bed early but ended up smoking and chitchatting with work friends until like midnight, I've been running on 5-6 hours of sleep every night for the past week so I'm glad today is chill, I would be napping rn but I loaded up on caffeine this morning thinking today was gonna be busy like the past 2 days...

Yesterday was exhausting, I was grumpy all day and it was hot af and we barely had any breaks between bands, felt super blah in general but then I rallied loading out the headliner, pushing cases up the long slippery ramp, you gotta run with it to keep momentum or else you can't make it all the way lol so I did a bunch of cases by myself like that and felt rejuvenated afterwards, funny how exercise makes you feel better!! Honestly that was the funnest part of the day lmfao, my body feels kinda sore today, feels like it was a good workout. Also lifting a bunch of lights in and out of cases, taking things to front of house, etc, random things all day.

Today is a long slow day and I'm probably gonna keep rambling about it below the cut

Kinda wish today had more activity bc we're about to have 4 days off before show again next weekend but maybe I'll go hiking or something on one of the off days (in the Texas heat??? Not likely lmfao I'm gonna go find a river and camp in the woods and Relax) but next weekend will be more work and then a couple days loading out the stages etc so I guess I can relax before working hard again :) I'm feeling so strong lately and I love it! Also feeling kinda skinny most days, I think I just need to learn how to dress better and not just like, "dad working in the yard" clothes.

Ran into D at lunch, chatted for a minute, we have a weird relationship like I love him when we're just camping/hanging out by ourselves but something about Work makes me feel weird around him?? More to unpack there. He asked if he could kiss me and I'm like, my coworkers are like high schoolers and they would gossip sooooo hard if they saw so maybe later!!! Also bc they think I'm dating R and I haven't corrected any of them, need to have a conversation with him but idk how to do it over the phone so idk?? But like I'm not gonna go into the whole poly/single conversation with every random coworker who asks me about R so I've just been vague about it until we can talk about it lol. It's so silly how much this place is like high school though, just listening to the girls chatting about all their drama last night, it's so silly but also entertaining and fun :)

Now it's 3pm, just tried to go see Petey on another stage but I underestimated the power of sunlight, it's hot af out there and the crowd isn't the best vibes so I'm back in my hammock under my stage and it's breezy and the vibes are better with the homies around :) I actually am in love with that man though like I'm not usually the type to have crushes on random strangers but the first time I heard one of his songs my first thought was "wow I would let that man be mean to me" idk what that even means honestly I just love his voice so much, I'll go see him at a regular concert one day

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tendousthoughts · 3 years ago

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Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

Song of the day: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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sunlight-moonrise · 4 years ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much.

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness.

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

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Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name.

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major, I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit.

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top.

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag.

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him.

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

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After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door.

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed.

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face.

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony.

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead.

●●●

In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I’m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?”

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus.

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door.

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work.

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly.

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do?

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped.

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D?

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel.

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist.

●●●

I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me.

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man.

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.”

Fine, have it your way, Sir.

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion.

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point.

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?”

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy.

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added.

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

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lovelyyy-luna · 4 years ago

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crush

pairing: (steve harrington x fem!reader)

fandom: stranger things

type: fluff

word count: 1333

date: march 4, 2021

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Steve was crushing on you big time ever since he saw you.

Which was about 20 minutes ago.

He was working and you were waiting for your aunt by the escalators. He walked towards you, his palms were already sweating, he stopped right in front of you.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear your question.

He shook his head, “I'm sorry what?”

“Can I help you?”

“Oh sorry. Im- uh- I’m Steve.” he smiles trying to hide how nervous he is.

“I'm Y/N. is there anything else you need,” you say standing there awkwardly.

“I just wanted you to know that you look really pretty. And maybe you want to go out with me tonight?”

“Um well. I normally don’t go out with guys I barely know.” Steve looks down with his heart already broken, “but you don’t look like a complete asshole so pick me up at 7?”

He looks up with his face full of glee. “Yeah! 7 sounds great!”

He starts to walk away and you call out to him, “Hey! Idiot! I didn’t give you my information!”

“Oh right.”

“Here is my address and my house number.” you scribble it down and head over to your aunt who was waiting by the exit doors.

You look back at Steve and he turned to his coworker throwing his fists in the air. You couldn’t help but smile.

You didn’t know what to wear to the date. You didn’t know if it was casual or fancy. You just put on your cousin’s old camp t-shirt and some jeans. You head down the hall and chat with your aunt.

“Boys I'm ordering a pizza! What kind do you want?” your aunt yells to the boys in the living room.

“Plain cheese and pepperoni!” your little cousin yells.

Your aunt just looks at you and rolls her eyes and laughs. She orders the pizza and you both start talking about random stuff.

It was getting dark out and Steve was just around the corner. He was nervous, he didn’t understand why he was.

He pulled up into the driveway and made his way to the door and knocked. The door is opened by a small curly-headed boy. “Steve, what the hell are you doing here?”

He realized he was at the Henderson residence. “Dustin? Oh, shit did she give me the wrong address,” he muttered to himself.

You pop out of the kitchen and see your cousin Dustin chat with your date.

“Y/N why didn’t you tell me your date was with Steve?” Dustin says to you.

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys already knew each other.”

Steve looked nervous. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah let me go get my sweater.”

You head back to your room and leave Steve with Dustin once again.

“Listen to me, Steve,” Dustin says in a serious voice and Steve looks at him all wide-eyed and scared. “That girl is one of the most important people in my life and if you hurt her in any way shape or form, there will be hell to pay.”

You walk out of your room, “I’ll see you later Dustin,” you say as you scruffle his hair.

“I want you back here by 8:30!” Dustin yells behind you.

“Bye Dustin.”

You got into Steve’s car and you both sat there silently.

“So what do you have planned?”

He stammers, “Well I was thinking maybe we can go to Rockin Rollers and then…..” you look at him waiting for the other half of his sentence. “Oh, I guess that’s all I came up with.”

You chuckle, “Well that’s fine I’m good with just Roller skating.”

He smiles and starts the car.

The car ride was a little awkward, the music was a little too low and you could hear the nervousness in his breathing.

You pulled up to the back of the rink.

“Um, Steve why are we in the back? Is this where you’re gonna kill me?”

“Haha no.” he gets out of the car and opens the door for you like a gentleman.

He goes up to the back door and knocks on it. A girl opens the door, “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry got here as quickly as I could. Uh, y/n this is Robin. Robin this is y/n”

You both exchange smiles and she escorts you both to the floor and grabs you some skates.

You lace up the skates and contemplate how to stand up.

Steve looks over at you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that I’ve never been roller skating before.”

He looked at you in disbelief, “You’ve never been skating?!”

“Never.”

He stands up and extends his hand, “This is going to be a fun date.”

You grab his hand and take small steps on the carpet.

You finally get to the edge of the carpet.

You hold on to the railing and hold tightly to Steve’s hand.

You both go around the rink a few times and you are thinking you got the hang of it. You tell Steve that he can skate without you but he insists on holding your hand.

He can tell that your tense so he tries to calm you by him skating backward and holding both your hands. He started to spin you around and you chuckle and tell him to stop.

You then trip over your own skates causing you to fall on your back but you were still holding on to Steve so he fell with you and both of your heads collided.

Steve picks you up and takes you to the carpet and walks you to the bench.

He skates over to the concession stand where Robin was working.

“Wow Steve, you gave your date a concussion,” she says as she hands him an ice pack.

“God. after this she is probably never going to talk to me again.”

Steve walks back to you and hands you the ice pack and you press it against your head.

“Listen, this date was a complete disaster. If you want me to take you home I will,” he says as he looks down at his feet.

You chuckle, “Steve, listen, this date probably wasn’t the best date due to the fact we got injured. But I don’t want to end it. How about we go to the movies, somewhere where no harm can come to us.” you smile at him

“Really? You don’t want this to end?”

“Of course not! This has been pretty interesting and I like it.”

“Awesome! I think they have an 830 showing of Weird Science.”

“Sounds great!”

You both head to the counter to return your skates and say goodbye to Robin.

When you arrive at the movies you head into Steve’s work, Scoops Ahoy.

“Uh, Steve what are we doing here?”

“It’s a shortcut. Trust me.”

You both go into the back of the shop and walk down the service entrance.

You end up in the movie theaters and take your seats.

An hour and a half go by and you had an amazing time. You and Steve got popcorn and you had that romantic moment when your both reached for some and your hands touched.

He drove you home and walked you to the front door.

“I had a really nice night steve.”

“Me too y/n.”

You both stood there awkwardly.

His hand reached up to your face and wiped your hair out of the way.

You were slowly inching forward to his lips until, “ Where the hell have you been?”

You both chuckle, “Dustin shouldn’t you be in bed.” you say to him.

“Goodnight y/n,” Steve says as he smiles at you.

You smile back, “Goodnight steve.”

You walk into the house with Dustin.

Steve walks back to his car smiling still.

“Steve what the hell did you do to her head?!” Dustin yells from the house.

Steve gets in his car and hightails out of there.

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stitch1830 · 4 years ago

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@gemgirl28 You begged me to write it, and I have a hard time saying no, so here's some word vomit about this headcanon LOL. Hope this is kind of what you were hoping/looking for... Thanks for letting me take a whack at it :)

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Aang took a deep breath, knelt down, and cradled Appa’s face with his hands. “Alright, buddy. It’s time to meet her. Now, I know this isn’t what either of us wanted, but this is the way it’s gotta be. We still have some time together because we gotta make sure you two are compatible, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, I love you and you are the greatest friend any man can have.”

Appa just licked his snout and panted in excitement like always. Aang smiled at his training companion and stood up.

“What do you say to a little jog to the front, huh, buddy?”

His furry friend barked in agreement and Aang tightened his grip on Appa’s leash. “Alright buddy, let’s go!” Aang began to run and eventually skipped alongside Appa. With each skipped step, Aang yelled out “Yip! Yip!” Which only enticed the Labrador Retriever to run faster down the hall than he was probably allowed to.

Luckily, Aang was right there, and not many of his coworkers had the heart to ever really say no to the man.

When they reached the entrance of the training center, Aang halted abruptly, causing Appa to slide to a halt as well. Sitting by the glass doors was a young woman, a pretty woman. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was slumped in her seat, as if she’d rather be anywhere else than where she currently was. And yet, Aang couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Maybe it was the way her jet black hair shined from the glass door’s reflection. Or the way her lips pursed in annoyance. Or the way her eyebrows would raise at random times as if she was thinking about something that made her skeptical. Or maybe it was simply because she looked like she had so much to share with the world, but refused to entertain them.

Whatever it was, Aang wanted to speak with her for as long as possible.

One tiny problem, though. He just needed to confirm a day and time for their training sessions with Appa and that was it.

But, Aang was quick on his feet. He could muster up a few quick conversations with—Aang glanced down at his form—Toph. He could chat with Toph for a while. How hard could it be?

The young man and his furry companion approached the young woman sitting down by the receptionist desk. Before Aang could say anything, though, the woman—Toph—spoke first.

“Did you just skip over here? Please tell me your name is Twinkletoes or something, because that’s the only reason I’d allow for you to be fucking skipping around like a first grader.”

“Uh, no… My name’s Aang, though, and you must be Toph!”

Toph let out a small huff. “Twinkletoes suits you better.”

“Okay... I’ll keep that in mind,” he stuttered, hoping to keep the conversation lively and somewhat engaging. “Well anyways, this is Appa, and here at the center we paired you up with him. We just want to, um, make sure that you two will be compatible.”

Toph waved a hand at Aang. “Yeah, yeah, Twinkletoes. Just tell me when you need me here every week.”

“Well, actually, I do have a few questions to ask you right now. Appa is a very special dog to me, and I, um. I just want to make sure you guys are good together!”

“Didn’t you just say that was what the weekly sessions are for?” She pointed an accusatory finger at him with deadly precision.

“Um, yeah…” he began, rubbing the back of his neck to calm his nerves. “But I need to do my own assessment!”

“Your own assessment?”

“Yes! You see—“

“—Can’t do that, Twinkletoes.” Toph waved her hand across her eyes, and Aang internally groaned at his density.

“I—uh—oh. Sorry. Poor choice of words,” he replied sheepishly.

She laughed, and it made Aang’s heart flutter. He needed to hear that laugh again. “Relax, Twinkles. I was making a joke. Blind people can do that too, you know.”

“Right… I guess you can say it fell on… deaf ears?” He nearly slapped his face then and there. Deaf ears???

But much to his relief, she let out another giggle. “Dear God, Aang. You have such bad jokes. Let’s go back to you explaining your interrogation before the interrogation/training session.”

Aang gave a weak chuckle in reply, then said, “It’s just that, with every guide dog that I train, I like to make sure that prior to our training sessions that you two will mesh well!”

It was bullshit, but he liked talking with her.

Toph seemed to see (figuratively) through the bullshit. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at Aang, then asked, “Are you fucking with me? Because it sure as hell sounds like you are.”

“No! Never, Toph. I really do want to get to know you a little bit beforehand.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine! What do you want to know?”

“Well, where are you from!”

“Here in the city.”

“Right… Uh, same, in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Okay… well, what do you like to do for fun?”

“What does this have to do with me getting a guide dog?” she demanded

“Um… I’m just wondering if you two have any shared interests!”

Toph groaned and rubbed her hand over her face. “Listen, Twinkles. I like most things you can do outdoors. I’m sure Fluffy and I will get along swimmingly.”

“Well, that’s great! Anything in particular you like to do?”

“There’s a martial arts class in the park, and if I have a friend to guide me, I’ll jog. Are we done here?”

“Just one more—”

“—For crying out loud, Twinkletoes!” she whined. Toph stood up and approached Aang, giving his shoulder a firm poke after she grabbed it for reference. “I’ve got shit to do today. Now can we please just set up this time so that I can go on with my day?”

Aang couldn’t help but smile at Toph, even if it went unnoticed by her. “Absolutely, but I have one more question. Why do you want Appa to guide you?”

The question made Toph hesitate for a moment, and her tough exterior fell ever so slightly. The tension in her shoulder relaxed when she answered sincerely, “I’m a very independent woman. My cane has done well for me so far, but I just thought that maybe having a companion would help me gain more independence. Like going for a run without asking if a friend is available. Stairs have been an issue in the past too, could use some help knowing where those are... Stuff like that.

“Think Fluffy can help me with that?”

Again, Aang grinned from ear to ear. In his totally unbiased, objective opinion, Appa was the perfect companion for Toph. “Absolutely! We can start training tomorrow at 8AM if that’s okay. I’m happy to do daily sessions instead of weekly if you want to!”

“Easy there, Twinkles. Let’s just take it one session at a time.”

“That works, too! See you tomorrow, Toph!”

Toph waved a hand at him as she turned on her heel and made her way to the door. “See you never, Twinkletoes. You better not be skipping at fucking 8 in the morning…”

Aang let out a loving sigh as he watched Toph leave and round the corner out of his sight. He stood there for a moment, completely lost in his thoughts, when Appa nudged his leg. Aang looked down at Appa and smiled at him. “What do you think, buddy? She’s something isn’t she?”

“Who’s something?”

Aang turned to look at his coworker Sokka, who was cradling a puppy and smelled suspiciously like urine. “Oh, this woman named Toph. She’s Appa’s potential owner!”

“Oh yeah?” Sokka asked. He scanned his friend up and down to assess his current mood and put two and two together... “You like her, don’t you?”

“I think I’m in love with her.”

Sokka sighed. “Of course you are.”

#taang #atla #toph #aang #modern au #taang headcanon #this is me rambling #but gemgirl28's HC was just too good lol #I cannot think of a clever title for the life of me I'm sorry lol #I wrote this instead of taangst #don't tell my friends lmao #this was easier on the heart #also sorry this is long #I get carried away with taang

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crossovereddie · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on S11xE3

Me being a mom means now these recaps will be up at random times unlike when I used to be on a schedule. Let’s get right into it. Again I’m not a spoiler free blog. This post is one big ass spoiler.

Wtf was that intro

Great now my wifi connection is fucking up

I’m actually watching with my husband so if he says some dumb shit I’ll let y’all know

Debbie is hella annoying damn

Fred’s room is so calming

OH MY GOSH WTF

THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

OH MY GOSH

AN EXPLICIT SEX SCENE?!

IS THIS REAL LIFE

WHAT

Okay I’m in shock I had to pause

“I mean....it’s kinda hot.” I HATE MY HUSBAND BYE

We started that scene over lmao

DIRTY CONVICT

HANDS AROUND HIS THROAT FUCK THATS WOW

A JONAS BROTHER PLS

JOE ALDNRSkdbd

“Joe was my fave too” seriously I hate my husband ��😂😂

IM TOTALLY NICK

BITCH NICK JONAS WAS MY FIRST TRUE LOVE

MICKEY REALLY IS MY SON

“Jonas loving slut” that’s me

“I’m gonna get you pregnant” IMFUCKING SCREAMING

REALLY I SCREAMED

“If you scream again and wake Gid up before we finish this scene I swear to god we’re done” I HATE MY HUSBAND SOMEONE COME GET HIM

PRISON PORN

POWER BOTTOM

I WILL PASS OUT

COLOR IT ORANGE AND CALL IT IAN STFU

We had to pause and rewatch that scene a few times

“So would you fuck Mickey or ian if you could?” “Uh....i don’t know man. Maybe ian. He looks like an emotional lover and you know I’m vanilla” “he just had his hands around mickeys throat” “It looked soft....Do that later ” have I mentioned how much I hate my husband?

Okay wtf Debbie but I also laughed

“Why can’t little miss sunshine wear pants?” Thank you Carl

Did frank say “you are”??

“Well who sticks it in who” oh god

“Mines wider which is the only metric that matters” he’s not wrong

They’re fighting about who is prettier this is all I’ve ever wanted

I actually love them so much guys I’m so fond of both of them not just Mickey WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

ugh tami

Hubs: “She’s hot....oh but we hate her” me: “yeah she’s hot but where’s my girlfriend”

I love how gallagher Mickey is in that scene 😭😭😭😭

Mickey Gallagher 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

No Liam don’t leave her lolololol

Kev would be a tp hoarder

VERSOCKY

Hub: “I want that tracksuit” “I will leave you”

WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND

I NEED MY GIRLFRIEND

I MISS HER PRETTY FACE

HE TOOK HER TO THE WRONG SCHOOL THATS SO FUNNY

WHY DID I LAUGH SO HARD

Frank tried

Ugh bye Carl

SHES CALLING HIM BILLIE IM DONE

WHERE THE FUCK IS SANDY

Aw Kermit and Tommy made up

Hi Mickey baby I love you

MICKEY WORKING OUT

“since I married a body shamer” BABY PLS

Mickey is so pretty wowowowowow

KEGGY BANK

I hate that these dumb jokes have me laughing

My Mickey is so smart

HE SAID SWOLE

Omg the flexing more like when I “flex” my baby’s arms and tell him he’s a strong boy after tummy time 😭😭😭😭😭

Now I’m thinking of Mickey as a tiny baby and I wanna cry

I told my husband this and he rolled his eyes 😭😭😭

DAMN YOU TELL HIM IAN’S COWORKER!!

Why are they so caught up on this

Oh no brad’s baby 🥺🥺🥺

Put your fucking mask on Tami it’s a hospital

Still waiting for Sandy

“Rain girl” another stupid joke that made me laugh

Franny is too cute

I really hate Carl’s storyline

SANDY

BABY

GOSH SHES SO HOT

HELP ME RELAX INSTEAD

FUCK SHES SO HOT

IM SO IN LOVE

“If you left me for her I’d understand” thanks hubs. If you left me for ian I’d understand too

Okay bye kev I need more sandy

I’m the #1 Sandy Milkovich stan

I wish we could’ve gotten more seasons with her 😭😭😭

Oh gosh kev

Who thought “hmm. Let’s make the crazy cop who abuses their power a black woman”???? This show is so fucking ridiculous most of the time

How ooc Mickey loves working out

Mickey with the Alibi crew is always my fave

Remember how supportive they were when he came out

I hate Tami :))))))))

Fuck

Sandy

Pls

Aunt Fiona :(

Is “fuck if I know” Mickey????

He better be in the family group chat

I FUCKING HATE CARLS STORYLINE

I just want ian to have a job he loves somewhere he’s respected

I’m proud of you ian

Mickey has the best arms

“Put some pants on you’re turning me on a little bit” MICKEY

Mickey is so fucking smart

My baby

You make me so proud

I love the way he says Jesus

“Man swole”

BABYFACE

BOUFANT

Me as V breaking up the fight

“Or they” I love franny :(

Fuck frank I need a franny and uncle mickey day

Oh no....

They’re really gonna do this to frank huh?

I’m actually sad

I honestly didn’t see this coming

I mean I kinda figured something was gonna happen to frank since it’s the last season but this isn’t what I was expecting

I’m just assuming at this point btw

Yes V pls parent them

YOU TELL THEM V

Pouty Mickey :(((((

Lip is the best person

I love this tattoo scene

Frank nooooo

Why am I getting emotional

So is hubs

Ugh sandy I love you

Debbie sucks man

“I’d divorce you but you never signed a prenup”

“Fuck you cop” MICKEY PLS

DEBBIE SUCKS

TELL HER LIP

Yikes

Maybe don’t tell her that

She is hella annoying though and doesn’t take any responsibility ever

FRANNY IS THE BEST 😭😭😭

MICKEY CALLED IAN DADDY

DADDY

OH MY GOD

Uber masculine slut

OH MY GOD!!!!!

NICK JONAS

THEYRE FUCKING TO A JONAS BROTHERS SONG

OH MY GOD

This episode man.....wow.....I don’t even know what to say. All Gallavich aside though I really am enjoying this season so far! Again sorry for the random posting time. My husband and I really missed watching the show together and this was our only free time. I cant wait to rewatch this episode later! I hope y’all enjoyed watching as much as we did!

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thirstystarkey · 4 years ago

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Does your pretty face see what he's worth? 🌊 JJ MAYBANK

Requested by: @chinamolina602

Prompt: When JJ left Outer Banks he never in a million years thought about falling in love again, too traumatized from the previous toxic relationships, that was when he met Y/N a fearless girl who ran away to chase her surfer dreams who made JJ gave love a second change, the blond boy’s life took a 360° turn and from a pogue he turned into a surf legend. Returning to Outer Banks for a surf competition he comes across his ex girlfriend, a kook girl who thought he wasn’t enough for her but this time Y/N will teach this girl a lesson while her rockstar boyfriend rides the biggest waves.

THE first time Y/N saw JJ he came through her surf school with two heavy bags and a surfboard along with the paper she previously put out hiring for a surf teacher. She was working on some shell necklaces while some reggie tunes played in the background along with the waves and the chatting from the beaches.

“Is the offer still up?” JJ questioned the girl dropping his bags into the ground. He left everything behind in Outer Banks, taking only the necessary with him and enough money to survive. “I need this job.”

“Well, the offer is pretty much still up.” Y/N placed the shell down while she got up from the high chair she was sitting down during the past half hour. “Let’s see what you got then.” The tanned girl challenged him grabbing her own surfboard.

“N-now?” He asked, taken aback from her sudden proposal.

“Didn’t you said you needed the job?” Y/N grinned. “Show me what you got.”

“Bet.” He followed her to the sand. “Where’s your boss at?” Silly boy she thought.

“You’re looking at her.” She laughed taking off her shorts, getting ready to surf.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly feeling embarrassed.

“I hear that a lot, you didn’t offend my ego.” Y/N winked at him. “Enough talk, time to catch waves.” She ran towards the water and he followed.

After the test both of them came out of the water out of breath. Y/N was mesmerized by how gracefully he moved in the water, so effortlessly. She had to hire him, she knew he could go far from that moment. Y/N saw the potential in him.

“Y/N!” She introduced herself properly, stretching her hand towards the confused boy.

“JJ.” He answered shaking her hand, confused by her smile.

“You got the job.” She said happy and JJ smiled relief.

“Thank you so so much Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He promised.

“Well I hope you won’t.” She said walking with him towards the school. “Here, tomorrow, at 6am.” She told him.

“That’s early.” He said not to happy with the chosen hour.

“You prefer 5am?” She joked.

“No, 6am it’s fine.” He laughed briefly scratching his head.

There he was the next day at 6am on the dot. Y/N was at least surprised when she arrived still a bit sleepy with her other two coworkers, Andy and Bodhi.

“Andy, Bodhi meet JJ.” Y/N introduced the boys. “He will be working with us from now on.” She patted them on the back.

“Hey man!” Bodhi said, oddly happy for that time in the morning. “Let’s catch some waves dude.”

“He’s a little cuckoo.” Y/N giggled watching the boys interact.

At the end of the first lesson JJ was dead. He never thought teaching little kid how to surf could be so tiring, he felt exhausted and the heat of Hawaii leaving him breathless yet he felt this strange overwhelming feeling of freedom. JJ felt like he was born again.

“You can go freshen up if you need, I’ll be here.” Y/N said when they got to the building and he did.

The surf school was a honest small business Y/N got when she came to Hawaii, her upbringing was hard and full of ups and downs. Growing up in a toxic home environment made it hard for her to succeed, she felt depressed all the time so one day in a act of bravery after her mom passed away she packed her bags and left never looking back. This was her home now. Her sanctuary, the place where she found inner peace and true happiness.

Y/N made two smoothie bowls, one for her and one for JJ as she waited for him to come back. She always cared for everyone and due to the extremely hot day she felt that a fresh snack could revive JJ for the next class.

“We don’t get one?” Andy frowned.

“You didn’t teach you don’t get a bowl, cry baby.” Y/N mocked him.

Once JJ returned he sat in front of Y/N still a bit awkward with the new group.

“Here, I made you one.” Y/N handed him one of the bowls.

“Why?” JJ asked confused.

“Because you’ve been in the sun for a long time, you need to eat.” Y/N explained almost mocking him.

“Thank you..” He said slowly taking the bowl into his hands. JJ immediately hummed when he tasted the fruity taste in his mouth which made everyone giggle. “This is good.” He complemented with a mouthful.

“Y/N makes the best smoothie bowls I swear!” Bodhi told, secretly jealous he didn’t get one.

JUST LIKE THAT days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. JJ and Y/N only grew closer to each other, falling deeply for each other. Y/N made JJ feel things he never felt before, he became peaceful. Made new friends. He started over rebranding his name.

At first JJ wasn’t very fond of Y/N’s bubbly personality, her extreme happiness left him wondering the reasons behind it but eventually with time he grew more and more attached to it and realized that it was exactly what he’s been missing for years on end, he craved someone with a soul like hers. To JJ, Y/N was what the poets write about in pretty poems. She was his embodiment of the color yellow, she felt like the sun and the ocean at the same time. Her aura was beautifully mesmerizing.

With all started when one night after Y/N and JJ were left alone to close the school. She invited him to go grab some food before they both head to there separate ways. They ended up talking hours on end, over everything and anything, they kept drinking cheap beer and chatting until the owner of the restaurant told them he was about to close and they really needed to leave.

Next came lunches together, walks down the beach together, listening to music in the car at some random parking lot. The most important one, surfing together.

The night JJ told Y/N about his past she cried, unable to keep herself together. He talked with so much passion of his friends, they were his family she learned, so for something forcing him to leave everything behind it had to be painful.

“Do you miss them?” Y/N asked looking at the moon, they were talking in her balcony.

“I do sometimes, but I know they are waiting for me.” He says. “But I needed to leave that shit town, I had the urge to start over after the situation with the gold.” He explained.

“I get that, the urge to run away.” Y/N said, looking at him him while she rested her head in her shoulder.

“You do?” JJ asked curiously.

“I ran away from home two years ago.” She bursted out her secret. It felt good to finally tell someone. “When my mom died I packed my bags and left at the first opportunity I got, my dad was a monster I couldn’t stay with him.” Y/N explained.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserved going through that stuff.” JJ said grabbing her hand. “Everything will work out now.” He cheered her, rubbing her hand.

The first time they kissed still felt like yesterday, it happened at a beach party where everyone had to wear white. It was a tradition. They weren’t drunk but JJ swore on his life that Y/N looked like a true angel dressed in that beautiful white dress with her hair down and soft makeup, he never saw her like that. When he kissed her, Y/N felt like the night turned into day again extremely lost in his arms to think coherently. Fast forward to a few weeks later, the first night they slept together happen on her birthday. JJ, Andy and Bodhi planned a surprise birthday party for her at the surf school, everyone came which left her surprised. She never had one of those parties.

The school only grew more popular among the population and throughout the years JJ became a surf icon around the continent. Y/N was always there, winning some medals as well and supporting her boyfriend along the way. They walked the road together, they slept in vans together when they couldn’t afford hotel rooms and Y/N never once complained about it. She loved the experience, it made her feel alive.

One night, they stopped to get some rest and JJ remembered how the first girl he thought he loved was never by his side, instead she was always mad at him for the things he loved. Of course that been a pogue dating a kook was hard but with Y/N everything came so easily, it made him wonder.

“You know, I once dated a girl that was nothing like you.” He said out of nowhere carressing her hair. Y/N looked at him for more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, she was always so stuck up her nose and she always ramble about me and my friends and how she hated that i surfed.” He laughed. “I’m so grateful that I found you and I got this opportunity to win this championship.” He kissed her hairline.

“I’m grateful I can be by your side.” She said. “Since the first time you walked in that school I knew you could go a long way.” Y/N confessed. “I believed in you.” She added sleepy.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, I’m so excited about you meeting my friends.” He said happy.

“The pogues huh, I will love them.” She laughed in his arms.

LIFE AT OUTER BANKS didn’t change that much, Kiara now owned The Wreck and shared a house with Pope who was her boyfriend, Pope, a young man who lost a scholarship to help his best friends still found a job he enjoyed at the hospital. John B and Sarah never came back even though they still updated their friends from time to time.

The last spot of the competition JJ and Y/N where on took place at Outer Banks, everyone knew his name since he left and became a surf legend. The beach was full, everyone came to see JJ surf along with the other famous surfers. And his ex girlfriend also came, surprising Y/N and JJ with a baby in her arms and a tired look on her pretty hollow face.

She approach Y/N unaware of her relationship with JJ now, Y/N was working backstage with the organization of the event while the girl tapped her shoulder getting her attention.

“Hi, I’m Olivia.” She introduced herself and immediately Y/N recognized that name from JJ’s stories. This was the ex girlfriend. “Where’s JJ?” She asked a bit rudely.

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a slight smile. “He’s surfing right now, as you can see.” Y/N pointed towards the water where the blond boy receive applauses.

“I really need to talk to him.” Olivia stated annoyed, clearly not understanding what Y/N said previously.

“You need to wait until he finishes.” Y/N warned looking at her boyfriend while he catched good waves.

“I don’t have your time.” Olivia said in a high pitch voice. “I need to talk with him now, who do you think you are? A good little friend? I’m his ex girlfriend that he loved, I’m sure he is dying to see me.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Olivia done with her.

“Sorry, Olivia, but you missed out.” Y/N laughed softly looking at her. “Tough luck, that boy’s mine now.” She winked at Olivia who had a rather mad expression in her face. “You should know that we are more than good friends and that’s how the story ends.” She added calmly.

Olivia opened her mouth but nothing came so Y/N kept on talking, she had so many things to tell her.

“I’m not judging you, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see the man this boy could be.” Y/N said proud of JJ, while she took a few glances at him coming out of the water, already drowning in reporters to get his words. “Olivia if I can teach you something you should know that there’s always more than what meets the eye, while you couldn’t look past JJ’s friends and his passions I saw the soul inside him.” Y/N spoke looking straight at JJ while he stepped on the podium, he got the first place. He won.

“I’m sorry, I have to you.” Olivia said embarrassed. “And don’t worry, this isn’t his child. I hope you two are happy.” She said walking away.

“I hope you find someone and truly love them Olivia, it was nice to meet you.” Y/N said politely, offering her hand for Olivia to shake.

When Y/N was free again she left Andy and Bodhi with the paper work and she ran straight to JJ’s arms. She jumped into his arms and JJ held her right away while Y/N kissed his whole face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She managed to congratulate him through the kisses. “I love you so much JJ Maybank.” Y/N whispered into his lips before she kissed him properly. Getting lost in him and in his free spirit.

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years ago

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Chapter 7 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sakura went to her shift a little bit giddier than usual for a variety of reasons despite the busy holiday season; it was nearing Christmas after all. The first one – having finally tied with Sasuke in their recent exams, and the second – the approval of her personal project. There was also a third reason, but she was unresolved of what to feel.

Kakashi met with her alone after their monthly council meeting. It was the usual talk, the heavy administrative concerns they do not bother other council members with, reminders about problematic behaviors among the student body or personal problems that faculty or students were plagued with that needed intervention. He said an apology just as she reached the door.

“Sakura?” Kakashi asked, turning in his chair.

She looked back at him with a neutral expression. While she knew she wasn’t overtly passive aggressive in her actions, he might have noticed a change in her cheerful disposition towards him. Her clumped fingers anxiously fidgeted with the rubber band on her wrist, his rubber band that she didn’t use anymore to tie her hair. “Yes, sensei?”

“Were you offended with what I said during the school trip?” he asked, but his expression already seemed to know the answer.

Her eyes downcast, she turned the knob of the door, knowing that she was free to leave without replying, but as the door stayed ajar, she decided to come clean. “Yes.”

“I thought as much. I’m aware that I belittled you like a child. Your money is yours to spend however you want. Please know that I only have good intentions with what I’ve done,” her sensei told her. “But isn’t it also unfair for you to shoulder that much problem? I’m a paid employee and before that, I am your adviser. I have a responsibility just as much as you do. Next time you are presented with that, learn to ask for help.”

Sakura didn’t see the expression he had on his face. She was too flustered to compose a comeback and she can only settle for a meek nod before shooting out of the room like her tail was on fire.

“Girlie!” Her coworker’s voice brought her back to reality – a reality of a long queue of customers waiting for their to-go coffees, mini-cakes, and boxes of pastries to share with loved ones in this cold night while she’ll be likely stuck in shift well past beyond midnight, tolerating the café uniform, the itch of her black weave on her scalp, and the heavy makeup she wore for tonight. She flashed an apologetic (yet charming) smile to the other person, and they gave her a thumbs up.

The queue has thinned out by eleven, to be replaced soon by stragglers hoping to catch a last dose of caffeine pump. She stretched her neck and stifled a yawn, forgetting to say Welcome to a customer that walked through their doors.

“Your sweetest drink please and a half dozen of hazelnut cookies,” the customer said. “Thanks, Sakura.”

She almost broke her already strained neck when she raised it up quickly to meet the owner of the voice. No gel blonde hair Naruto with black circles under his eyes. Rookie MVP looked shit as hell.

She barely formed an excuse in her head when he waved his hand in front of her. “You can drop the act with me. I already knew the week you got discharged from the hospital. I just passed by after dinner with the team when I saw a girl manning the cashier with the same band-aid on her nose which I gave you a day before.” Naruto grinned at her in the off chance that it would reassure her.

“Will this be to-go?” Sakura asked as she busied herself with Naruto’s order, unsettled with her carelessness. At the back of her mind, she was yet to answer herself why she was adamant to use a disguise while working.

“For here. Apartment’s kinda bare during these times.”

As what she expected, Naruto was still seated when they were about to close, and ironically, he chose the corner table with no windows, contrary to what his other friend would have chosen. Like those usual nights with Sasuke, she slid in front of him, her disguise gone.

“Let’s go see the amusement park tomorrow?” It was as if she saw sadness being lifted from his shoulders the way they transitioned from slouching to an alert stance.

She found then that Naruto was always that person that found happiness at the simplest things.

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“A horror house!” Naruto pointed at the very moment they stepped inside the park. He somehow absorbed his captain’s fashion persona, undercut prominent with his baseball cap, loose plain black shirt, and gray cargo pants.

“All right. Treat me if we reach the other end with you clinging to my arm,” Sakura teased. She was dressed in a mauve smocked crop top with high rise flared jeans and platform white sneakers that allowed her to reach Naruto’s shoulders. She wondered if her getup was too much what with the number of heads that turned her way as she littered in the entrance earlier.

Sasuke begged off through their group chat, saying he was unavailable. He was yet to explain that group hug last time, but he was evasive every time Naruto brought it up while she simply cannot find the right timing.

She guessed she was still taken aback by how warm his hold felt like. If she was right, whatever defenses he had around them were toppled down by himself that day. But what triggered it – she’d probably never know.

Naruto placed a fist on his chest. “This is one bet I’ll never lose.”

And he lost – spectacularly. His baseball cap was long gone thanks to a zombie who panicked when he almost punched it. He was also hyperventilating and sweating out of his wits, his throat may have gone hoarse by now with all his screaming inside.

Sakura cannot get rid of the long string of laughter that bubbled. “Come on, let’s cool off for a while.”

To help calm Naruto down, they had to line up with all the other kids in the merry-go-round, then off to paddle a swan boat on a manmade lake. She went all out in the shooting range and won Naruto a frog plushie while he blitzed through the basketball hoops, sneering at the kids beside him who were waiting for their turns.

They capped off the afternoon with a ride on the ferris wheel. They sat opposite each other, and Sakura suddenly felt queasy. She remembered she was apparently acrophobic, and so she focused instead on Naruto who was still in awe of the scenery. The park had a busy crowd today – it was the holiday season after all and families, friends, and lovers were up and about. She just hoped Naruto didn’t catch on yet.

“So why are you stuck with me instead of your family, Sakura?”

Ah he caught on. “They’re busy,” she simply replied. “Besides I’ll see them later in the evening.”

Naruto smiled at her, a smile that knew she was hiding more but he chose not to prod further. Sakura silently conveyed her thanks.

“I don’t know how to thank you. I was really in a slump when we lost, but this day made me recharge my drive and gave me a newfound resolve. You, Pres, is the first to hear it!”

Sakura can only grin, urging him to go on.

“I will bring our school team to the nationals and we will win.”

Sakura clapped her hands and gave him a thumbs up. “Of course, you will. I know you’ll do it.”

“I just wish I told Captain Haru before he left town for vacation.” Naruto slid lower in his seat. “Apparently, he and Hinata broke up. You’re friends with both of them, right?”

Sakura shook her head, shock at the news. She had an inkling from her previous conversation with Haru, but she didn’t expect it would come this early. “I am, but I haven’t really heard from both parties lately.”

“Well, Hinata’s father offered an athletic scholarship to Cap, but he turned it down, saying he was undeserving, and it might just be because of Hinata’s prodding.”

If she recalled correctly, Hiashi Hyuuga was the chair of the Sports Council that spanned all districts of their state. She could see why Haru was angry and disappointed enough to break it off with Hinata. “But they were so good together. Did he ever tell you how they first met?”

Naruto rubbed his hands together and leaned forward. “Do tell please!”

“There was a student exchange of some sort and Hinata ended up in our class for a month. Of course, she was the takane no hana and this immediately gathered a bandwagon group of shallow admirers. Haru, oh Haru, he found pretty people depth-less, but he was the class representative that time – “

“And you were?”

“Of course, a student council president. But wait pay attention Naruto!”

“Okay I am paying attention! But you really are an overachiever!”

“Yeah and what about it!” Sakura almost chuckled in exasperation. “So anyway, he had to escort Hinata back and forth at the school gates because of the unreasonable crowd. He would ask her random things, but most especially on archery since he was so bad at it. And they found a common ground and the topics expanded beyond the arrow and bow. The guy had the nerve to cover it up from me at first, saying they’re fake dating and it was just an arrangement to keep creeps at bay.” She sighed, suddenly saddened by the breakup. “I thought it would last forever.”

“But Hinata never introduced him to her family, did she?” Naruto asked. “Because Cap also told me that when Hiashi called him up for the offer, he didn’t know he was the boyfriend, he was simply a person her friend referred.”

Oh Haru. You must have known what family you were entering when you loved her.

“Hey? Time to get down,” the operator said. Their turn was already finished.

As they walked to the gates, Naruto asked her. “Love is too scary. You’ll never know if you’ll end up hurt or happy despite everything. Besides, can you even say it’ll be worth fighting for?”

Sakura’s fingers immediately went to the rubber band on her wrist, “It’s always a mix of everything, all the good and the bad, and somehow it’s all convoluted into one hodgepodge of memories that will be a part of you forever. It’s your decision what you want to do with it, and in between all of those, you’ll know. Like one big realization in your head that lights up like fireworks and splayed in big capital letters.”

Her eyes met Naruto’s gaze and his eyes slightly widened at her response.

“I talk vague, don’t I?”

“Not at all,” he replied.

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January couldn’t come fast enough, and Itachi was out of the country just as quickly as he entered his apartment unannounced on Christmas Eve. A holiday break, he said, but if he wasn’t annoyingly checking up on him in the evenings, he was otherwise holed up in his hotel. The truth was, he had a conference and a simultaneous workshop with the state hospital. Sasuke was just a side trip, an obligation that his brother didn’t want to take care of.

He could have told him about Naruto and Sakura and how he now knew all the technicalities of baseball because of the former and that he can consider calling them as friends, but their brotherly bond was too frayed to bridge all of those thoughts.

It was a week before the start of the spring term, and he found himself re-reading Naruto’s texts over and over again.

Grumpy.

So how was your date?

AHHHHH SO IT WAS A DATE. I NOW FEEL SO SHY.

Idiot.

SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL IN HER GETUP.

Yeah as if you two didn’t already spam the group chat with your pictures.

HEY AT LEAST WE EDITED YOU IN.

Why are you typing in all caps? Your phone broken?

GRUMPPPPPPYYYYY. Grumpy, I have something to tell you. I think I like Sakura – not the ‘like’ like others have for her. It just came to me, like fireworks in big capital letters. I LIKE HER.

Sasuke wasn’t able to reply. He didn’t know what to reply or what to feel, really. These recent nights, his mind only brought him to the first moment he saw her in the café, and there was an unfamiliar pang he couldn’t name.

Then, suddenly he was in front of her in the café itself, ordering an iced americano and bruschetta with tomato and basil. Her eyes lit up in recognition; today she wore her black hair in low pigtails and a light dab of tint on her cheeks and lips.

She sat across him when it was her break time, cheery and still in disguise, the winter cold making the blush even more prominent. “I’m gonna bounce some ideas to you.”

Sasuke kept mum, relishing the sacred combination of tomato and basil in his mouth, but let his stare level with hers.

“The school board approved my personal project. I proposed to set up a mental health committee since our infirmary – get this – and guidance office don’t actually have a psychiatrist. The school will be asking a medical professional to come in for monthly guidance counseling and will be an official partner for outpatient concerns.” With her face on her palm, she leaned forward, seemingly surveying Sasuke’s minute expressions.

“That’s tricky,” he remarked. “How will you encourage them though?”

“I think just the mere availability and accessibility of it is enough to encourage students.”

“Hmm.” He took a sip of his coffee.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I did it?”

Sasuke knew that he already broke his resolve to remain uninvolved in the remaining years of his life here in this town. He knew that sometime ago, the walls he built up since the accident broke down in the constant presence of her and the blonde idiot. But in spite of, he knew that there was another layer of wall that withstood the recent onslaught. Unfortunately, something has started to leak from its crevices. Something that made him understand the overwhelming emotions that raged behind such walls.

He missed having her all to himself, like a little secret, a safe abode he could always retreat to – her with her black hair and makeup, her with her bouts of vulnerabilities laid out in front of him in rare moments, her with her emerald eyes and tufts of rose hair that peak from the weave, her in this table in front of him and the world outside divided by a glass window.

If he could name it, it was a feeling of loss, a loss he stole and a loss he never had the privilege of feeling in the first place.

“Because you’re a good person and you always think of others,” Sasuke started, still holding her gaze. “And I think you want it because you might need it more.”

Sakura was the first to break off. She soon excused herself and resumed her shift. By the time Sasuke finished his coffee and bread, it was almost closing time. His words may have struck a chord so he decided not to wait for her. Maybe he’ll talk it through with her next time, if she allowed him to. He was almost out of the doors when the new pair of customers passed by.

A glint of silver hair.

“Oh, hello there Sakura.”

And a brunette on his arm.

Sasuke never saw color drain as quickly as the blush did from Sakura’s face.

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#SCPS #student council president sakura #sasusaku #narusaku #kakasaku #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #uzumaki naruto #hatake kakashi #team 7 #lots of narusaku in this one hihi

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We Could Be Real (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 1,763

Request: @rumyapricotprincess: Hi can you write axl x reader where they are best friends but he has secretly liked her and when she has a heart break because of a random guy he consoles her and eventually she learns his feeling?:))

A/N: Thank you for this request hun, I love this prompt! I actually quite like how this turned out, I hope y’all do too! 🖤🖤🖤

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker

“Y/N? Say something, you’re fucking scaring me.” You sniffled again against the receiver pressed to your ear, your hand over your mouth in a desperate effort to hold back the tears before they started. You were so lost it hurt to breathe, and your only instinct was to call your best friend. But once his voice actually came through, you couldn’t get a single word out. “Hold the fuck up, are you crying?” Axl demanded when a small audible sob escaped you. “It was that motherfucking son of a bitch, wasn’t it? I’ll be there in five minutes.” The dial tone met your ears. You stood in place for a moment, your head spinning by how quickly the night had taken a turn for the worst.

Knowing Axl was probably getting close, you walked out the front door to your apartment and sat down on the steps outside your door. Underneath the amber glow of the nearby streetlights, you watched a few teardrops stain the concrete before quickly drying in the summer heat, your chin resting in your hands. Already, the pain was beginning to leave and now all you felt was a tired emptiness.

“Are you trying to get taken by someone now?” Axl’s gentle but stern voice made you look up. When he saw your face, it looked as though two emotions were fighting for the right to control his features; his jaw clenched visibly and fury burned in his eyes. “Y/N, he isn’t worth your tears.” His voice, though, was tender and low. He climbed up the steps and sat down next to you and put his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The smell of cigarettes comforted you and you watched your tears leave drops on his jeans now.

“I know he isn’t. But you still feel stupid when someone cheats on you.” Axl stiffened next to you, but his hand on your shoulder remained light.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He decided.

“He isn’t worth the prison sentence.” You sniffed. “But now it’s just...I feel so dumb. I’m embarrassed of myself. I knew I should’ve ended it a long time ago; I never should’ve given him a chance to begin with. Go ahead and say ‘I told you so.’” You said to Axl.

When you started dating this new guy, you and Axl had actually gotten into an argument over it. Axl had told you he was just a man whore and it was only a matter of time until he cheated. You and Axl didn’t talk for nearly a month because of it. And over what? A cheating idiot, just like Axl predicted. All that time wasted all because a naive part of you didn’t want to believe it and wanted to think that you were different.

“It’s not like I wanted you to get hurt.” Axl finally responded. “I just had a feeling about him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m the idiot for thinking I was something special.” You shared your thoughts with Axl. “That I was actually different.”

“Hey,” Axl scolded you now, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to turn you towards him. “You are special. Why do you think I got so pissed when you said you were giving that fucker a chance?”

“Obviously, I’m not, or I wouldn’t have gotten cheated on.”

“That’s all on that dumb fuck, it has nothing to do with you!” Axl yelled, shades of his notorious temper driving his voice louder with passion. You frowned at him now, watching as he shook his head with annoyance, the way someone would when a fly buzzed by too many times. “Y/N, you’re so fucking special it scares me.”

“What do you mean?” You murmured quietly. A long silence hung in the air between the two of you, the only sound filling the air were the nighttime crickets and distant cars on a busier street with the occasional honk.

Axl finally snorted, maybe at whatever thought he currently had, before he shook his head again and idling pulled out his pack of cigarettes. “You’re one of those girls that...anyone with sense can see he’s in deep shit when he looks at you. It’s like, oh fuck. Goner. It’s like, one look in those eyes and you start imagining, you know, that kinda life that people only hope for. House, kids, the picket fence, the shiny ring. Peace.” His voice was low, much gentler than his prickling barbs of anger just moments prior. Contemplative, fleeting, wispy thoughts that almost felt as though you weren’t even supposed to be hearing. He pulled the lighter from his pocket and finally lit the cigarette that had been dangling between his lips. “You’re one of those girls that becomes a song, a fantasy. You keep singing it every night, living out that daydream and before you know it, ten—twenty years pass and then you go, damn. She was really something special. Maybe I could’ve actually had that.” Finally, he looked at you as he blew out a big cloud of smoke before he offered the cigarette to you.

Normally, you didn’t smoke, but the night seemed to call for it and you took a shaky drag. You coughed slightly and became aware of the tears now just a halfway dry trail on your face, and Axl’s blurry shape in your peripheral vision. You passed the cigarette back to him.

“You sound like you’re speaking from personal experience.” You finally replied carefully, turning to see his reaction.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged a little as his eyes studied the empty road in front of you, before he gave you sideways look and something of a half-smirk. “Ever since I laid eyes on you.”

You thought about the implication of his words, no, the confession within them. You thought about your own memory of the first time you met Axl, already a shooting star, already something special even if the rest of the world didn’t quite know it yet. From the very beginning, he always felt like something unobtainable, so you tried your best not to ever entertain the thought. But, now, this? Axl, fantasizing about a domestically blissful life with you?

“Axl...why didn’t you ever tell me?” Your heartbreak was nearly forgotten now, but the spinning delirium from before was back as the landscape of your life began shifting. If you woke up back in your room in a minute, that would make more sense than the jumble of reality in front of you.

Axl shrugged again, looking down at the ground.

“It’s not like girls like that—a girl like you—is ever gonna be happy with someone like me. That’s not how the fairytales work. I’ve got a lot of baggage, I’ve been through stupid shit, you know that. I’ve got more in common with strippers and the homeless guy I passed on my way here.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenged now. “Because I’m pretty sure next to my coworkers, you’re the person I spend most of my time with. If we have nothing in common, how come we never run out of things to talk about? How can we talk for hours about dreams and if they’re worth it and if we think God is real and how much our parents suck if there’s nothing in common? Or is that something you chat about with the strippers too?” He stood up, now looking at you defensively.

“Hey, it’s not like I’m the only one keeping shitty company, need I remind you about what happened tonight; you weren’t ever interested! I’m not gonna say something stupid and then lose you over it!”

“Axl..!” You groaned in exasperation, standing too. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you and I, how many times I’ve had to stop myself, how many times I’ve had to tell myself no. Because you’re you. You’re Axl Rose, you could have anyone...” he shook his head.

“The more people I meet, the more I realize they’re all the same, and it all just…circles back to you.” He stared at you outright, facing you head on. “We all just want something real, at the end of the day.” You stared back at him.

“Real.” You whispered, your eyes trailing upwards to look at your apartment building and the stars in the sky over it. “Remember when you put my address down when you applied at that shitty record store? It was literally maybe three days after we first met.” You heard Axl chuckle a little. You still got his mail, even though he had moved into his own place, a nice house, the first place he had ever owned. “Axl, you’re my best friend, and I love you—"

“I get it, Y/N.” Axl muttered. When you looked away from the stars and back to him, he was already walking down the steps to leave. “You don’t have to say it, I already know what you’re gonna say; I don’t want to ruin the friendship either. That’s why I always kept my mouth shut.” He just kept walking down the steps, away from you, as he spoke. “I’ll just go, I’ll give you a few days—”

You took the steps by two down after him and grabbed him by his shoulders to turn him around and press your lips against his.

After a moment, he began kissing you back, his hands latching into your hair like a clip. And for the first time, with your heart fluttering in a dizzy euphoria frenzy, you allowed yourself to freely imagine it, unrestrained. Kissing these lips when you felt like it, forever if you wanted. Turning in bed and slipping into the mold of his body, having his comfort on every bad day. You with him, you and him, that untouchable idea no longer just a figment of your strongest desires.

“You were putting words in my mouth.” You finally said breathlessly as you pulled back.

“You were putting something else in mine.” Axl teased, and you laughed, leaning your forehead against his.

“We don’t have to ruin this.” You told him, growing serious again and peaking up into his eyes through your eyelashes. “We can have this; it doesn’t have to be a daydream.” Axl was holding his breath, maybe out of fear, maybe out of nervousness. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to convince him of your words. “If we want it, we can.”

Finally, he locked his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. “I want you.” He agreed. “I’ve always wanted this.”

#axl rose #axl rose imagine #axl rose x reader #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses x reader #gnr #gnr imagine

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