#but i'm sharing a bed with my best friend today and my brain just Won't Let™ me

[airenyah]

i'm glad i left the house today actually

[coff33andb00ks]

3am - LN & OP

lando norris x oscar piastri

summary: look at the stars, look how they shine for you warnings: angst, pining, not proofread songs: yellow and fix you by coldplay coldplay is landoscar coded wordcount: 1.3k a.n.: writing this in the hopes landoscar get out of my brain… shout out to the four moots that encouraged this. also not tagging anyone because it's 2:30am and I'm exhausted.

He can't sleep. It isn't unusual, his insomnia tend to rear its ugly head when he least needs it. He only wishes he could prepare in advance, that it was a cycle that he could predict and plan for, like his sisters with their apps that are set to warn the entire family when their PMS is approaching.

Dragging a hand over his face, he glares at the ceiling. Great. Now he's thinking about his sisters' cycles.

There's nothing for it but to just get up. No use fighting it and tossing and turning, that only leads to—

A husky moan. Teeth sinking into the lip he'd just sucked. Jaw carved from the gods' finest marble clenching.

"Lan…"

Cinnamon and mint.

Dreams that will never come true.

He presses his hands to his face, hunching over on the side of the bed. The hotel room is too small, too warm, too—

Lonely.

"Fuck this," he hisses, on his feet and snatching up his hoodie.

Torture. He willingly submits to it, knowing it will only leave him feeling hollow and alone when he returns to his room. But it's all he has. All he can cling to on a night like this, when the voices and thoughts won't stop, when the butterflies and bees are swarming inside him.

When the doubts and the worries rise over the shoddy façade of outgoing and joyful, there's only one thing that can quell them.

One person.

He's pinned his hopes all on someone who can never fully know the truth. The one person who understands him best, who knows him better than he does himself, whose name he proudly wears on his wrist.

The last person he wants to lie to, but shields the truth from.

The truth. The tiny, glowing ember of good sentiment that has somehow been crafted among the ruins of his fractured existence. He holds it closer to his heart than his very soul, fearful of it dying if revealed to a cruel world. Or, worse, an uninterested recipient.

He stares at the door. It's – he pulls his cracked phone from his pocket – almost three in the morning. Horrible friend, waking him this time of night.

A muffled sound. A footstep or a chair sliding under a table. His rounded shoulders straighten, his lowered head lifts.

He knocks. Just twice, like he always does when it's just him. If someone was with him it would be incessant. Knockknockknockknockknockknockknock— fucking hell, what?!

The door opens and he breathes in shampoo and lingering steam.

The universe hates him sometimes.

"Lando?"

One day, the sound of his name in that voice won't make his heart do that weird flippy thing. One day, it won't make his lip quirk up into a half smile. One day, he won't sigh.

Not today. Not tonight.

"Osco."

Osco. Osc. Os. Oscar looks at him with that confused pinched brow that immediately relaxes.

What's it like, to really be seen?

Heartbreaking.

Oscar steps back without a word and weak legs carry him into the mirror of his room. The bed is messy and it makes his stomach clench.

Dreams.

"Sor—"

He quiets with a look. He ducks his head, picking at his fingers. He wants to apologize again, for apologizing to begin with, and he wants to apologize once more for always needing to apologize, for being such a fucking mess that he is standing here in Oscar's hotel room at 3am instead of sleeping peacefully in his own.

"Tell me about it?"

Not what's wrong. Not why are you here. Never leave me alone.

Always tell me about it. Share your worries, lean on me, I'm your friend and your teammate, you're not doing this alone.

"I don't…" Wanna talk about it. Just let me stand here. Bask in the calming glow of your star until I can pretend to be a human again. "I don't… Why are you up?"

Oscar shrugs. His smile is faint. "Had a feeling."

"Oh." Oh. Because he hears the unspoken words, feels the unspoken sentiment.

Had a feeling you'd need me, so I waited up for you.

He wants to cry because no one else cares enough to wait up for him.

"Oh."

His face looks haunted, his eyes like they may produce tears at any second.

Heart in his throat, he sits on the bed. He knows better than to prod, knows all too well that the golden man standing by his suitcase will snarl and bite when provoked. So he waits.

Watching.

He's tense, his deceptively lean frame giving off waves of stress and worry and—

"Can't sleep," Lando whispers.

Exhaustion.

He nods, even though Lando isn't looking at him. Except he is, he can see his reflection in the mirror. Stormy green eyes are watching him, as though he holds all the answers to the world's problems.

Or, if not the world's, Lando's.

Same thing.

"I'm worried about tomorrow." A humorless, breathy exhalation that passes for a chuckle. "Today."

He's been worried since Austria. His insecurities are rising after simmering since Miami when the world's stage witnessed his greatness.

If I don't keep winning how can I prove I'm worthy?

If I don't glow for the world how can anyone love me?

"I hate Silverstone," he breathes.

Not the PR lie, about how special his home track is, the memories he has of it as a child, how the crowd gives him an indescribable energy. He hates it for the expectation. It's his home race so he has to perform well. His car has to be the fastest, the strats have to be impeccable, because he can't let the people that believe in him down.

Worse, he can't let himself down, as he's been doing for two months.

Oscar's heart splinters. No one will ever be as hard on Lando as Lando. No one takes on the blame for an entire team, an entire grid, like the man turning and sinking onto the bed.

Not the golden man the fans and media see, but the shy boy Oscar knows better than he knows himself. The perfectly imperfect extroverted introvert with a heart as pure as the twinkling stars in a night sky. The favorite child still terrified of disappointing his parents, the favorite brother that cries when has to miss an important milestone.

There's a space between them and before the billions of reasons he shouldn't come to mind Oscar closes it. The stars are there, twinkling still, shielded behind a cloud. Their arms touch and he wishes he could exhale and send the clouds away. He can't though, so he sits and waits, umbrella at the ready, an open ear and a sturdy shoulder.

It's a small percentage of what he's willing to give.

It's all that's wanted.

"Tell me I'm stupid."

"You're not stupid."

His shoulder's round and he's staring at his hands. Picking at his fingers. Knee bouncing.

Pure frenetic energy.

Oscar watches the knee and the fingers. Sees his own hand reach out.

Cool fingers, warm hand. Pale over gold.

Chins lift, heads swivel.

Mint eyes. Worry and heartbreak spill over and his own name is a whispered prayer.

Osco.

"You're not stupid," he says. The floodgate opens. "You don't have to believe that. I'll believe it for you until you're ready. I'll believe in you when you can't. I'll stay up 'til 3 so you can rest. And I'll provide the words you pretend to not remember."

That you started doing to make me feel needed. It worked. And now I know you do need me but more importantly I need you.

Golden fingers spread, slotting between his.

The clouds thin and the stars shine brighter than ever.

[noroi1000]

I, my wife and my friend

Summary: Your husband thought about what a threesome would look like. For example, you, him and Suguru. He decided to give you permission to fuck and when you liked it, you would have a threesome. Even if you didn't want to agree, he has his own ways to make what he wants happen.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk

"If I asked you something that would probably be perverted, what would you do?"

You looked at your husband with one eye as you trembled, kneeling next to him on the bed as he pulled the toy from your ass, focusing more on the cum that was dripping down your thighs from your pussy.

"It depends on what it is..." You purred as everything inside you was pulled out, and you were able to lie down and rest before taking a bath and sleeping.

You clung to his chest, feeling him happily pull you closer.

"...What would a threesome look like??" He asked suddenly, and you punched his side lightly. "Ow! But no no! Not two women! You, me and another guy!"

You looked at him questioningly and very suspiciously. What did he come up with again?

"Why do you ask? We are married!"

"That's why I'm asking you how you would react!"

"I'm not having sex with some other guy, Satoru. You're crazy..." you muttered, sitting up slowly. You looked at his wet cock, which had become hard again for some unknown reason...

He pulled you into his chest again.

"It doesn't have to be 'some other guy'. I can ask Suguru."

"No!"

"But–."

"Satoru, we are married! Suguru is your best friend!"

"But nothing will happen if I ask him! He said he would help us at any time."

"But he definitely didn't mean a threesome..." you sighed.

"You wouldn't regret it..."

"I won't cheat on you."

"I'll be there too. You won't cheat on me because I'll fuck you too."

"No." His cock was hard because, as soon as the thought of a threesome came to his mind, he started thinking about you taking two big cocks.

He fucked you today, sticking a vibrating dildo up your ass. However, this was different. It was nice. For you and for him. But what if there was another real dick instead of a toy?

He wanted to dismiss that thought right away because he didn't want to share you with anyone.

However... He couldn't stop thinking about you taking two cocks at once. New possibilities then open up. Double penetration, double blowjob. One cock fucks your pussy and the other fucks your ass. Or one cock fucks one of your holes, and the other fucks your mouth. It was already so exciting.

He didn't want a disgusting guy touching you.

And then he remembered Suguru's words that he would help you with anything you need.

This is where the need is. So he might agree.

You didn't agree to a threesome right away...

Maybe you're afraid of what it will look like?

Suguru has a pretty big cock. He has to admit it. They often took showers together after training and were undressed. So it wasn't strange that he remembered that big cock between his best friend's thighs.

Maybe if you go to bed with Suguru, that will convince you to have a threesome?

You're so good at taking big cocks in every hole. Two at a time won't be a big change... Right?

So if it's not a threesome right away, maybe you'll just fuck together?

Every time he thought about it, more and more perverse thoughts came to mind.

If you had sex with Suguru, would you feel good? That's for sure. His cock has already trained your pussy to squirt around his big cock and come so quickly that he smiles.

Suguru would be rough or gentle? Would he fuck your pussy gently and calmly, or would he fuck you mercilessly until your brains are fucked?

But both of these options would be good. The cock would slide in and out of your pussy, stretching you and filling you to the brim. Just how you like it.

How would Geto treat you in bed? Would he treat you like a whore and fuck you the way you like, which is what your husband does sometimes, or would he be as gentle as he can?

That's why he gathered you in your living room and sat you next to him on the couch.

Standing in front of you, he was preparing to make a speech to convince you.

"Ekhem." he coughed to make his voice sound good. "We are gathered here to discuss something important."

"Satoru, I have to go now." Suguru said, looking at his watch.

"Okay okay! I just need to tell you something important!"

"Satoru, really, what is this? If I don't go soon, dinner will burn..." you said, pointing to the kitchen.

"Okay!" he said loudly, exhaling. "I let you two fuck each other ."

He gave you a smile.

"Wha–." You muttered.

Suguru had a strange, frozen face.

"I give you permission to fuck each other's brains out!"

"Satoru –."

"Suguru, you can fuck (y/n) to fuck her brains out. And honey, your pussy is so tight it can fuck brains out too!”

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You screamed and stood up to punch him in the shoulder.

Suguru didn't speak. And his mind was confused. Like his head just exploded.

Had he really just now heard his best friend tell him that he had to fuck his wife because he wanted him to?

He's planning something...

And what he's up to must be bad...

Satoru grabbed your waist and moved your head under his arm, keeping you tilted slightly.

"Satoru!" You screamed, struggling to get out of his grip.

"I think this pussy really deserves a good fucking." he said, grabbing your panties and pulling them up, making the material dig into your ass.

When he let go of you, both you and Suguru had a blush on your face, and an uncomfortable silence fell.

You both hesitated to speak.

Poor Suguru... It was so sudden... Your perverted husband attacked his rational brain...

He actually told him he had to fuck you! And he did everything on purpose!

What's wrong with him?!

And Gojo won't give up that easily...

He will do everything to convince you.

Because he wants to see what it feels like to have a threesome! And he also has thoughts about what your sex with Suguru would be like!

From that day on, your lives changed...

Satoru called Suguru, talking about the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

He wrote him messages about how you can cum even during anal.

He sent him pictures of your body covered in cum and bites. He sent him the photos he secretly took of your pussy.

And this went on for two days.

Until Suguru didn't speak to him for a day.

Then he sent him a video of your body tied up and a machine with a dildo fucking your pussy.

A short video, but it perfectly shows that his friend is crazy about bondage and toys...

He specially edited half of the video together with his short porn film.

In the beginning, there was a dancing cat. And the other half is of your pussy being fucked by the toy while he chuckles next to you, holding his phone with the camera on.

Suguru didn't even post a reply to this.

But he wrote him an additional message.

„Don't underestimate her.” „Even though she's so small compared to us, she's a master at taking big dicks.” „It will be the best sex you will ever have in your life!”

Now this was starting to sound like an advertisement for a prostitution website.... But he's just your husband trying to convince his best friend to stick his dick inside you.

A few minutes passed before the next photo appeared.

How your little pussy is stretched by Satoru's big cock.

  He's gone completely crazy....

But his ideas went to the next level... Unfortunately...

Telling him that they were going there on a mission, he took Suguru to the hot springs to talk to him there.

As they both sat in the hot water, Satoru was glad that he was right about the big cock Suguru had.

Because while they are in the water naked, he saw him go in.

And he was sure that, even though he might be a little shorter than him, he was thicker in circumference.

But he could easily stuff your entire pussy in the first go.

"How did you react to my videos?" he asked suddenly. "Did you jerk off to my wife?"

"Satoru you–"

"Listen to me now." He interrupted him. "I don't mind if you fuck her! You can do whatever you want! With a dick like yours, she'll be in heaven!

What a good friend he is....

Before Suguru could speak again, he began to speak.

"She may seem innocent and tiny... But she loves all kinds of sex. Toys, ropes. We've done the entire Kama Sutra positions!

"Sato–"

"Let me finish!"

He moved closer.

"So, with (y/n), you don't have to wear a condom! She loves cumming inside or everywhere on her! She loves raw and the feeling of creampie! When you fuck her from behind, she loves spanking! And her tight pussy takes big cocks without any problems!

Suguru couldn't stop him.

But also... It was even interesting to listen to. But also... It was weird...

His mind froze and he couldn't stop listening to it...

"Boobjob. Put your dick between her tits! She will be so wet then! Dirty talk the same! She loves being manhandled. Best of all, if you want to get rid of the taste of curses quickly, her pussy is the best! It is delicious and also addictive! You won't end up eating her pussy just once! But it doesn't have to be a one-time thing, right?"

When it was your turn, he also had no mercy and talked about everything, making you listen to it.

"You love big cocks like mine. Suguru has a dick the size of mine! Your pussy would be so pleased!”

He didn't let you say anything. You didn't even want to speak... But he had to make you listen.

"Suguru's third arm would be perfect for you! It may be a little shorter than my cock, but it's the width of your forearm!

You didn't know if he wanted to scare you more or convince you...

"Your pussy, your mouth—everything will be filled as well as you like! You take big cocks so perfectly! You can let him taste your pretty pussy! Big dick in a little pussy... You will love it!”

When his dirty talk didn't work perfectly, he came up with a plan B.

At home, Suguru 'accidentally' burned the stove...

There was a fire there, and the walls need rebuilding...

But being the perfect friend, Satoru let him stay with you while his house was being repaired.

Only to find out that the next day he was supposed to leave for a long mission.

But it had to be something as a backup plan.

By making small 'new decorations' he set up many seals in the hous affecting human bodies. Using your panties and Suguru's hair (for DNA), he did it.

Your panties so that the sexual curse is stronger for you. Any Suguru DNA to make it work on him.

Once the seals started working, your bodies were hot all day...

Your husband was no longer home, but he knew everything through the camera system throughout the house.

Suguru, who walks around the house sweaty and giddy, with his hand on his crotch, fingers gripping the erection behind his pants.

You who walk with your thighs clenched and your juices running down your thighs. Your nipples were sticking out as you looked so horny. Watching on his phone what was happening to you, he pulled out his cock because he knew it was about to start.

He chuckled as he saw how your body was glued to his friend's back. You are so clingy now.

So hungry for touch.

You were so wet and sweaty. Suguru's pants were wet on the front of his cock.

He knew how you could barely contain yourself. And suddenly, he got a call from Geto.

With a big smile, he answered and listened.

"Satoru... Do you really....Agree for me to...With (y/n)...You know..." he said, panting.

"Yes. I haven't changed my mind! Fuck her good! But send me a short recording! Don't be so naughty without me, and let me know if you want a threesome when I get back!

@weebotaku21; @yihona-san06; @mikkies; @raysheil; @dreeamiea; @safaia-47; @porridgesblog; @weebnk-popper; @mc-reborn

Requested by @kawaiivillainess98

[bellarkeselection]

hey! I have a submission/request for a fanfic for whenever you can get to it.

While Monica and Kayce are separated, Kayce and a female farm hand (who has been around for a few years) end up having a drunken night together. Feeling ashamed, she ends up drinking in the pasture (clearly hasn’t learnt her lesson) with Rip. She ends up having a night with Rip as well. Well a few weeks later she finds out she is pregnant and doesn’t know who the father is. She tries to hide the pregnancy for a bit until she can find out the paternity but something happens and she has to spill the beans to them

Two Baby Daddy’s

None of us say that we are going to help someone cheat on their husband or wife…sometimes these things happen. But what I didn’t expect was having two possible baby daddy's to the infant growing in my belly…let's go back to the beginning though shall we?

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I rolled over on my side feeling a soft bed mattress underneath me. My gaze found a familiar tousled locks of brown curly hair that could only belong to Kayce Dutton. I sat slightly up on the pillows just staring at him. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Dutton.” I kissed his head climbing out of the covers shrugging on my clothes that we had thrown around the room the night before.

I snatched my hat off the door handle leaving his bedroom and went straight to the barn. Climbing on my horse the work day wasn't bad and the guys were playing poker and drinking beer by the end of the night. I walked outside of the building leaning against the wooden fence drinking from my beer hearing footsteps coming up behind me. “You didn’t talk much today. Care to explain why?” Rip came walking up to me.

“The cattle don't care much for talkin’. And I just didn't have anything good to share except that I am a coward who can’t tell the guy I like how I feel without a whole lot of alcohol.” I take a long drink feeling the buzz in my head starting to appear.

Rip leans on the fence watching me. I had been a loyal farm hand for years. He respected me as much as John does. “Everybody makes mistakes in their life. You just have to man up and take responsibility for it.”

“That sounds like a good idea. But I'd rather do the opposite it and just make the pair go away for a few hours. What do ya say, Wheeler?” I swayed my hips at him holding the beer bottle in my freehand trying to gain his attention.

Rip stood there for a moment debating in his head. He knew Beth would tear down whoever slept with her man even though she didn't much care for labels on relationships. “Beth wouldn't like that very much if we hooked up.”

“Hey, it's not like I'm just some random girl. I am her best friend and you could just say you did it to make me happy for a night. She won't sink her claws into me over that.” I slowly walked up to him running my freehand down his chest ever so slowly. “What do you say. One more girl before you make Berh your wife forever?”

Y/n, I….hell with it.” Rip decided to change his mind cupping my face and smashing his lips onto mine before his brain told him this was wrong.

Moving my hands up his chest I moaned into the kiss enjoying the feeling. The bottle in my hands dropped to the dust and dirt underneath our boots. Rip tugged me closer to his chest deepening the kiss. “We should get out of here before they come looking for us out here.” He warned me of the cowboys fighting inside the bunkhouse over who was really winning the poker game.

Dragging me to his cabin Rip kicked open the door and I jumped up into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom, sitting me on the bed. We each quickly removed our clothes before I held his face in my hands pulling him down onto me and the bed.

That night was two weeks ago and it brought more conflict than I ever wanted in my life.

Walking down the hallway of the main house and to Beth’s room I knocked three times before she opened the door knowing it was me. “Did you get what I asked you for?”

“Yes I did. My father knows I can’t have kids. So you better be more discreet about this.” She moved out of the way, letting me inside the bedroom. She reached into her purse handing me a pack of pregnancy tests.

Taking out one I went into the nearest bathroom while she stood guard inside with me, blocking the door shut with her body. “Thanks Beth…..oh I’m so screwed now.” Holding the test in my hands it took a few minutes before we had an answer.

“Do you know who the father is?” She questioned me, arms crossed over her chest.

Lifting my head up I felt my entire body shiver at the thought. I hadn’t told her about me and Rip yet since it was just a one time thing. “I uh….I slept with Rip. But I also slept with Kayce a few days earlier.”

“If you were anyone else I would kick your ass. But because you are my friend I will help you hide this until you find out who the father is.” She responded to me helping me to my feet before we went our separate ways.

Weeks later -

Climbing down from my horse as quickly as possible when I got into the barn after work saying that I wasn’t feeling too good and so Rip let me heed back earlier. Stumbling into the dirt I rushed over to one of the empty stalls that we kept the horses in. I bent my head over the wall and puked whatever was in my stomach. “Y/n, woah hey. Hey are you alright?”

“Kayce?” I croaked through the fact that I was trying to catch my breath still.

He was holding my hair back out of my face when I slowly turned around to face him. “Rip said you weren't feeling well so I thought I'd come check on you.”

“Thanks Kayce. But I'm fine.” I pushed away from him, snatching my hat up from the dirt ground and dusting the dust off of it.

Kayce stared at me and stepped forward grabbing me by the forearm when I attempted to leave the barn. “Hold on a second. There's something I need to talk to you about. Beth, just told me she wants me and Rip to come down to the hospital with you.”

“Shit Bethany. What the hell are you doing?” I cursed under my breath.

I have been keeping this a secret for a few weeks now. I needed to keep my job after all and not ruin my friendship or whatever that I had with the Dutton standing in front of me now. I had gone to the hospital yesterday evening asking for a paternity test to find out who the father of the baby was. “Do you want to explain why she would want me and Rip to go to the hospital with you?”

“Kayce, I…it’s because-”

“Y/n, are you feeling better? We managed to finish the job earlier so the boys are going out for drinks if you want to come with us.” Rip's voice entered the barn and he dismounted his horse seeing the two of us.

Glancing over my shoulder, my chest tightening in a panic mode. “Rip?”

“Is something going on here I need to involve the boss in?” Rip points his finger from me to Kayce.

Clutching my hands into fists I sucked in a sharp breath. The two men were just staring at me now. Thanks to Beth I supposed I have no choice but to explain the situation if I don't want them to both be angry with me later down the line. “There's something I need to talk to you two about…I'm pregnant.” Lifting the sweatshirt I had on you could see a growing belly underneath the shirt I was wearing.

“You're pregnant. How far along…do you think it's mine?’ Kayce covers his mouth with his hands.

Rip blinked when I focused my attention on him. “Or it could be mine.”

“Yes, That's why I took the test. The reason Beth told you Kayce is because the doctor has the results now.” I whispered avoiding their gazes on me.

Rip headed towards the doorway and we followed him to the truck. Beth came with us since she knew I needed a friend when we entered the room and the doctor came in with the results. “This will be a very interesting conversation for the father. So I will say congratulations to you Y/n. The father has the same blood DNA as Mr. Dutton.”

“I'm gonna be a father again?” Kayce breathed out.

Beth pushed the doctor out of the room and Rip followed her out into the hallway leaving us alone in the room. “Thanks for the help. Now let them yell at each other then kiss alone.”

I remained in my seat, hands covering my mouth with my hands so terrified of what I would say to him. There were two options he could say to me. He would either be happy or not want anything to do with me and our baby. “Kayce, I don't know where to start. I should have told you how I felt before now. It shouldn't have been alcohol to make me have the guts to tell you that I've had feelings for you for years.”

“It was because of Monica and me why you didn't say anything wasn't it?” He turned his head at me and we were looking the other in the eye. “I'm sorry I didn't see your feelings earlier…I love Tate. I guess he was right that I was too chicken to tell you the truth.”

I blinked through some tears needing to hear the words from him to believe it. “Kayce, how do you feel about me?”

“This is how, Darling.” He got to his feet, getting down on his knees in front of me. I gasped feeling him press his lips down onto mine slowly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him back until we needed air and he was panting for breath. “I've always had feelings for you. I won't leave you and this baby.”

I gasped sniffing through happy tears. “You won't. But what about Tate?”

“He's gonna be thrilled to have a sibling.” Kayce chuckled, kissing my forehead. “I love you Y/n.”

Laying my head against his chest I smiled when he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me. “I love you too, Kayce.”

[daisykihannie]

Heyo!! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Felix and a FtM reader? Just your typical vanilla smut I don’t see this man doing anything else /imo . (Idol AU)

𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎 | 𝙻.𝙵𝚇

pairing: idol!Felix x ftm!reader

warning: porn with too much plot, vanilla, soft, sweet, making love not fucking, NSFW

a/n: I'm sorry it took me a few days to write! I'm also sorry there's so much plot! I had an idea of how to have you and an idol meet and it turned out so much longer to explain than intended but I hope you enjoy anyways!

Today was Thursday, the day you and your best friend were leaving for California. The both of you being huge Stays and you both were not only able to get floor seats to their concert but you were also able to get tickets for the fan meet. The concert was on Saturday and the fan meet was on Sunday. You both wanted to stay in California for a bit to explore the sights so you'll get there today and won't come home to your shitty little home town until Monday.

"Omg y/n! I can't believe this is actually happening!" your friend exclaimed while skipping around your shared apartment packing. unable to contain their excitement. "did you really just say o-m-g??" you teased, laughing at your best friends antics.

"Shut up y/nnie! I'm gonna die of excitement so my brain isn't working!" they pouted and you couldn't help but to laugh. "When has your brain ever worked though?" you asked while folding a shirt to put in your suit case.

Suddenly your best friend jumped on your back while you leaned over to put the shirt in the luggage that was spread open on your couch. You stumbled a little out of surprise but we're able to stay balanced and standing, bursting into a fit of laughter as the koala clinging to your figure.

"Get off me so I can pack dummy." you said, moving your arms to hold their shins that wrapped around your front so they didn't fall and get hurt. "Nope! you hurt my feelings so this is your punishment!" they said, snorting while holding in their own laughter. "Alex, come on-" you said while wrapping your arms behind your back to reach their very ticklish sides and began to tickle them, causing them to squirm and lose their grip on you, falling to the floor on their back.

You took the opportunity to tackle them on the ground and keep tickling them, they were thrashing and kicking trying to get away but failing none the less. After a bit of torturing Alex, you both were laughing so hard that you had to catch your breath. Them still laying on their back, their knees bent and you sitting on your knees, leaned onto the heels of your feet. After a bit longer packing, you were somehow successful in packing everything in the car and were ready to drive the 12 hours to Los Angeles.

It was now 7pm and you just got up to your shared hotel room with your best friend. Luckily you each had separate beds and we're able to afford the room with a small kitchen, a lounge/living area, and two separate rooms conjoined by a bathroom. It was a really nice hotel room. Honestly quite a bit nicer than your apartment but oh well, this is LA, that's to be expected.

"Let's order dinner. What do you want?" you asked Alex, both of you still laying on your back, stretched out on your bed in the hotel. Neither of you moving to grab your phones to order. "Hmmmm fried chicken and beer?" Alex suggested. "Sounds good." you said, neither of you moving still.

after a few minutes of neither of you ordering Alex spoke up "Who's ordering?" "uhhhhhh" you responded, groaning and sitting up to grab your phone, opening Doordash to place the order. "okay. it'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm gonna go shower." you said, standing up and opening your luggage to grab a baggy black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom and setting the water.

The shower helped relax your cramped muscles from driving for 12 hours. Alex was your permanent passenger prince/princess since they didn't have a license but normally you don't mind since you enjoy driving but 12 hours straight? that's a different story.

After your shower you walked out, wrapped in a towel, not bothering to cover your chest even though you haven't had too much surgery yet, it's still a man's chest and Alex has been your platonic soulmate since you were little. You've both seen each other naked and there's nothing to it. Shit, you both knew things about each other that should've just never been said but, that's how close you two were.

Alex was sitting on the couch in the lounge area, while you got dressed. They say on their phone with the chicken and beer on the small coffee table, waiting for you to start eating. You grabbed the remote from the entertainment center and sat next to Alex, your presence making them put up their phone and open a can of beer for the both of you while you searched Netflix for something to watch.

Both of you decided to start a new Anime. One called Blue Period that looked good and you both had seen people talking about on tiktok a couple times. "Ooh! let's take a photo for Instagram!" Alex said holding up their phone side ways, both of you posing, making sure your chicken, beer, and the hotel could be seen from the shot. "let's take one for my instagram." you said, both of you repeating the same process but you took the picture this time. You both posted and focused on the TV.

It was now Friday afternoon. You and Alex were walking around the outdoor mall to find your concert and fan meet outfits. You decided to find a Felix inspired outfit since he is your bias and Alex was gonna do a Han inspired outfit, him being their bias.

You two were laughing and eating two giant pretzels you'd gotten from Auntie Anne's when you bumped into someone, closing your eyes to brace for the pain about to hit your butt, but you never hit the floor. Opening your eyes you see a man with a black baseball cap, a black face mask, and the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"I'm so sorry. are you okay?" he asked in a thick Australian accent that made butterflies explode in your stomach. "I'm doing so much better now that I'm in the arms of such a beautiful man." You flirted to hide your embarrassment, you're a natural flirt and he was pretty. What were you supposed to do? NOT flirt with him?

The man helped you back to your feet, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. "Well um, thank you. I'm glad your okay." he said and looked at his feet shyly.

so fucking adorable omg I could just eat him-

That's when he noticed your pretzel was on the ground. "Oh shoot- your pretzel. Here, let me buy you a new one." he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you just a few feet away but to the Auntie Anne's stand. "You don't have to Hun. It was only like $10." you said trying to reassure him that he didn't need to spend his money on you.

"it's the least I can do after running into you and making you drop your pretzel. You didn't even get a chance to take a bite of it yet." the masked man said, not taking no for an answer. You let out a giggle at how adorable he was being "You know you're really cute. You should give me your number." you said while he paid the worker and handed you the brand new pretzel.

He laughed at your statement. "I wish I could but really, I can't do that." he said regretfully. This man was having a really fun time with you but there's no way he could give out his number. "Awe~ do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend already? or maybe you're not into guys?" you asked in a teasing tone and a pout on your lips.

"No no no- it's nothing like that. it's just-" the man was cut off by your response. "Oh~ so you are into guys?" you couldn't help the urge to tease him. He was too adorable when he got flustered even though you could only see half his face, his ears turned a bright pink again at your teasing.

"I didn't say that!" he said, flustered. "So you're straight?" you asked with another pout and puppy dog eyes, causing the Australian to look away. "No- okay I'm Bi. happy?" he asked, still avoiding your eyes in embarrassment.

"I'd be happy if the pretty man that just told me he is in fact into guys, gave me his number." you said continuing your teasing. "Look- how about this. I'll make you a deal." the male started. You gave him puppy dog eyes, tilting your head to show you were listening.

"I'm only in LA for a couple days. If we somehow meet again while I'm here, then I'll give you my number. It's like a test of fate. If we are meant to talk more, then fate will bring us back together." he said and you couldn't help but smile. "Deal." you said holding out your hand for him to shake. His small hands clasp around your large ones in a firm hand shake. "Your hands are adorable by the way." you said and walked away, back to Alex who was waiting for you, scrolling through their phone, seeing you the two of you went back to shopping while you kept thinking about the male you'd just met.

You both finished shopping and went back to the hotel and did a mini fashion show for each other to decide what you'd wear tomorrow to the concert. The concert is tomorrow and you were about to jump out of your own skin with excitement. You two have been Stays since the pre-debut survival show and this is the first concert you'd been able to actually go to.

After deciding on your outfits, you both got dressed and decided to go out for dinner. It was a nice restaurant and the two of you were seated on the balcony, surrounded by fairy lights. You both decided to capture the moment taking a few photos together again, sipping on the wine you'd ordered and talking about what the setlist might be.

The nightlife in LA was gorgeous. So many pretty sights, people all around, etc. You two were walking on the Santa Monica peer after eating your dinner, slightly tipsy, just enjoying the cool breeze on your faces, blowing through your hair. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Today's the day of the concert and to say you were about to pee your pants was an understatement. You were excited, anxious, scared, nervous, giddy, etc. You were wearing your Felix inspired outfit based off what he wore in the Party's not over MV. Alex was wearing Han's outfit from the same music video. You were matching while representing your biases, the sunshine twins.

You guys were standing in line outside the venue, tickets pulled up from your emails. This was gonna be the longest 30 minutes ever. Just 30 minutes till you get to see your boys in person, live, sweating, performing, singing, rapping, everything you waited years to see what's finally happening in just 25 minutes.

You and Alex found your seats, barricade seats almost completely in the middle. You were so close you could reach out and touch the stage. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the concert was starting.

Your eyes were locked on Felix almost all night. You two making eye contact a few times. Him throwing flying kisses at you as well. It all still felt like a dream. It came to the fan service part and Felix sat at the edge of the stage in front of you and Alex. For some reason Felix felt drawn to you. There was some sort of connection there that he couldn't explain.

When he sat down and complimented you and Alex's outfits, recognizing them, your eyes met and it hit him why there was a connection. The mall. You were the flirty guy who he told to let fate decide if you should get his number. He recognized you but you seemed to star struck to piece it together.

Han joined Felix when he saw him and complimented Alex on their outfit noticing it was his outfit from the MV to Party's not over. They called the other members over to see and they all got really excited and told you two that next time you should dress as the other members. They jokingly argued about who before separating and going to the other fans.

Felix couldn't stop staring at you for the rest of the concert. Wondering if you figured it out. Finally at the end of the concert and the boys were leaving the stage it clicked. "Holy shit!" you screamed at Alex, both of you still unable to hear well from the loud music.

You both picked up McDonald's on the way back to the hotel. When you both got undressed, took showers, and sat down to watch anime and eat the McDonald's, you decided to explain the situation to Alex.

"no shit! no fucking way! how can you tell? the guy at the mall's face was almost completely covered." Alex said in shock. "I know that but the eyes are the same, the deep Australian voice, the way he walks, the size of his hands, the ring on his index finger, all of it is identical! I swear it was him and I think he recognized me too! did you see how he kept staring at me like I was the idol?" you were slightly raising your voice out of shock from the realization.

Fate brought you two back together and tomorrow is the fan sign where it'll be your third meeting. He can't fight fate on this. But how TF is he going to react? He promised to give you his number but he's an idol. there's no way he'll actually be able to give it to you. You now understand why he couldn't give it to you at the mall.

Today's the fan meet. You decided to wear Felix's outfit from the maxident trailer today for the fan meet. You were honestly so antsy after your discovery that you couldn't stay still. Your mind was going a million miles a minute. You gotta keep your composure. Be your flirty self. Don't show him that you were about to cry bc you had flirted with Felix, an internationally famous idol, no.

You and Alex were moving further up the line until Alex was next. From left to right it was oldest to youngest. Chan being the first one you'd meet and Jeongin being the last. You were shaking just a little bit. Antsy and excited as you watched everyone make their way down the line, holding hands and interacting with the boys.

"Next!" You heard the manager yell and jumped slightly. It was your turn now. You walked up the steps of the platform to where Chan sat, sitting in front of him and intertwining your hands like you two had done this a million times before.

"And what's your name handsome?" Chan asked you and you remembered one of his messages on bubble. "Didn't you say my name was Mrs. Bang? I think Mr. Bang fits me better tho don't you think?" you said leaning forward with your normal flirty behavior, taking Chan off guard before he laughed. "I did say that didn't I?" he asked with a chuckle. "So it's Y/N Bang." you responded and he wrote a cute little message next to his signature for you.

You continued flirting with each member down the line and now you were sat in front of your mystery man. You two locking eyes and a smirk grew on your lips when his eyes went wide seeing you yet again. "Hmmmm it seems fate has caused us to meet three times now. I think you owe me something now." you said leaning forward, elbows on the table and your chin resting on your hands.

"Y/N... now you know why I can't give you my number. But..." He paused looking around to make sure no one was looking and flipped to the back of your album before writing something. "a deal is a deal and I'm a man of my word." he said, unable to resist the pull you had on him.

He handed the album next to him to Seungmin since you'd be meeting him next. "I don't know why I'm doing this but there's just something about you that-" he was cut off when you leaned even closer to him. "what? makes you wanna ruin me? makes you wanna hear what I sound like when you have me in bed?" you whispered teasing him and moving your feet up his shin teasing him. "Fuck..." he mumbled in response as the images flooded his head.

Your time was up and as you stood, you walked shaking your hips a bit at Felix knowing he was watching you and his eyes finding their way to your ass. He bit his lips as he felt a bit restricted in his pants. Thank God for the table and table cloth that hit the floor.

After going all the way through, you told Alex that you needed to run to the restroom really quick. There were only a few people after you so, Felix should be able to check his phone soon. Your timing had to be perfect. You went into the men's restroom and checked that all the stalls were empty. You pulled out your phone taking a mirror pic of yourself. Your shirt pulled up, the hem of it between your teeth showing your abs a bit, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your pants to pull them down, exposing your V-line and just a little bit of stubble underneath.

After taking the lewd pic, you typed in the number written in the back of your album and sent it to Felix. You put yourself back together, washing your hands and your phone chimed. A message from Felix already.

"You- I know where that bathroom is. don't go anywhere." was all the message said. You love the chase but you were too intrigued to not listen. Soon after Felix walked into the bathroom to see you sitting on the sink counter waiting for him.

"God- I don't understand what the fuck your doing to me BUT- I can't help myself. Can I touch you?" he asked and fuck, being asked for consent has never been more sexy than when Felix did it.

"I'd be pretty upset if you didn't to be honest." you said as you stepped between your legs, placing his hands on your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet with a bit of heat in it. like Felix was fighting everything inside him to take you on that counter. It was so hot feeling him fighting his own self control all because of you.

You and Felix couldn't keep your hands or mouths off each other as you walked into his hotel room, both of your clothes flying everywhere. Soft moans and pants leaving your mouth as his lips were attached to your neck, walking you backwards and onto his bed. You finished taking off your pants and boxers to expose your soaked cunt. He removed his pants to free his rock hard cock.

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum as he paused at the sight in front of him. You were on your back, legs spread, propped up on your elbows, staring up at him through your eyelashes. Lust and Need displayed onto your face. "Like what you see?" you asked him as he licked his lips at the sight. Your dick glistening while your hole was clenching around nothing.

"Fuck- you're so fucking pretty." he growled, climbing back on top of you, his cock rubbing against yours, a groan erupting from your throat as you threw you head back. He took the opportunity to continue sucking on your neck. Your hands tangled into his hair as you began rolling your hips to rub your dicks together.

A low growl escaped from his chest at the friction. "you're so fucking wet. god-" he groaned as he moved his hand between your bodies, using your arousal to lube his index and middle finger, rubbing them between your folds. "Can I fuck you with my fingers pretty boy?" he asked and there it was again. Consent was sexy.

"Please lix" you purred at the man as he pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. A loud, almost pornographic, moan falling from your lips, the hand in his hair tightening a bit at the feeling. "You're so fucking tight. you feel so fucking good on my fingers." he praised against your chest, leaving kisses and hickeys along the soft skin.

He fucked you on his fingers for a bit before he pulled them out of you, locking eyes with yours while you were panting from how he was working his magic. He stuck out his tongue, pushing the coated fingers into his mouth and moaning around them. "You taste sweeter than I thought." he said before kissing you again, the same softness and need in it as before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan into his mouth.

"L-lix please... I need you." you panted against his mouth when you two separated for air. This time he didn't need to ask for consent. He reached into the pocket of his jeans that were in a pile on the floor, pulling out a condom (always stay prepared). You took it from his hands and scooted up on the bed so your head was rested on the pillows, maintaining eye contact while opening the package with your teeth.

He took the chance to follow you up the bed, kneeling between your spread legs, cock twitching and leaking in need. After taking the condom out of the package you rolled it down his length teasing him a bit and stroking your hand up and down a few times before lining him up with your entrance and letting him push into you.

He pushed in slowly with a groan, feeling you wrap around him. "Fuck you feel so fucking good. so tight." he said and stopping once he bottomed out inside you to let you adjust. He noticed your tight grip on the sheets as he took your hand into his and kissed your knuckles, soothing you the best he could.

After a few moments of Felix staying still and peppering your hands, arms, neck, and face with kisses, you finally adjusted to his size. "You- you can move now." you said letting out airy breaths, making eye contact with the blonde above you with a small smile of reassurance that you were okay.

He attached your lips together in a slow, passionate, kiss before slowly pulling out and pushing in again. He kept the pace slow and soft, feeling every inch of you wrapping around his length. He was letting out deep and airy moans against your lips while intertwining his fingers into yours and handing your hands, pinning them to the bed next to you head in a romantic way.

You two were in such sync that it was a little scary. Every touch on your body felt like sparks to fuel the fire forming in the pit of your stomach as he took his time with you. It was unlike any other time you've had sex. You were used to rough and fast paced sex. Bordering on hate-fucking but this was miles apart from that.

Felix put so much passion and care into every movement and touch. It was soft, slow, and sensual and in no way boring as most people would think vanilla sex would be like. Every single nerve ending was heightened and it made you feel high. The way he praised you, kissed you, made you feel good, and the way he took care of your body and mind every single step of the way.

You were feeling a familiar knot forming in your stomach as Felix's pace and thrusts became a bit sloppier than before and you could feel him twitching inside of you. You were both getting close. "F-felix... I'm- I'm cl- close." you whimpered out, kissing him again, a bit sloppier and needier before but none of the passion and care from before was missing.

"Me too baby- fuck. Please, cum for me." He moaned, almost begging. Hearing his deep voice, raspy and begging you to cum on his cock was all it took to have your body tumbling over the edge of the cliff into one of the strongest orgasms you've ever experienced. You were moaning loudly, tears began to fall from your eyes as the pure ecstasy ripped through your body.

Felix chased his own high as you tightened around him when you came, pushing him over the edge. His deep moans creating a perfect harmony with your own moans. His left chaste kisses down your body as he pulled out, falling to the side as you both panted heavily. Stars were still filling your vision.

Felix was playing with your hands, his head on your chest and one leg rested over your thighs. Both of you hit with exhaustion and just enjoying each other's company. "Here in a bit, let me run you a bath and get you cleaned up yeah?" he said while using his hand to push the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face, smiling at you when your eyes met again. You nodded softly with a smile of your own "that sounds great." you replied and kissed his forehead softly.

~Back at the Hotel~

"God! I can't believe they just fucking left me there!" Alex was pacing in the hotel room after having taken an Uber back since again, they can't drive. Leaving your car at the venue.

They'd already texted you a million and one times, leaving thousands of missed calls. They called you again, leaving yet another voicemail. "[Your first, middle, and last name] I swear to fuck that dick you're getting better be worth leaving me at the venue! You better get home in the next 30 minutes or I'm using your credit card to treat myself as an apology!"

[guiraguira]

Hello! I saw that you posted how guys would react to a naughty video of his gf, can I ask Gentaro x fem reader, who pranks Gen by sending her a picture saying she's horny but really she's just bored being alone?

It's okay if you don't want to write it, but there are so few Gentaro stories u.u

Was a lie ✨

Hi! That possibility had not occurred to me, but of course! Plus it sounds like a lot of fun!

Warnings: A bit of a hint about sex, but nothing overt. spicy photos

Gentaro x reader

It was already your second day off that you didn't spend with him because his schedules don't match, you knew he was in a meeting with his editor and hopefully, maybe he'll be back by nightfall, they could still share some time together, but it wasn't the same.

You're about to send him a message just to wish him luck in the interview when it occurs to you that you could play a little prank on him. Followed by your good luck wishes, you ask if it really is a long time before he arrives.

"I know, sorry honey... the meeting hasn't started yet" after taking some time he writes another message "I'll make up for it, I promise it won't happen again" you feel a little guilty for what you're going to do after reading that last one.

Lying on the bed, you undress keeping your underwear, placing a hand on your crotch and squeezing it with your thighs, looking for the best angle before taking a photo and sending it "Gentaro, I don't think I can take much more" just a few minutes pass before he sees it.

Your message remains seen for a long time, you can see how he tries to write something but he deletes it repeatedly before finally replying to you. "It must be a joke, but thanks for the photo I'll save it well" oh, well it may be very obvious but don't let that win you over.

"Do I have to send you a video too?" This time he didn't answer, you thought he definitely hadn't fallen so you changed back, and you just went to bed to use your cell phone until you got bored. You were so bored being alone, you had nothing to do, not even your friends were available today.

You thought about cooking something to entertain yourself for a while, so you started looking for the ingredients to make a dessert. Taking a last look at Gentaro's chat in case he had responded, but he hadn't.

While you cook you keep thinking about how sad it is that their schedules don't match. Your mind wanders into future plans about his upcoming dates, picking a place to go immediately after he gets back. This time there would be no way for him to fail.

You were about to finish when you heard the front door open and the noise of footsteps at full speed in your direction. Without time to react, you remain paralyzed in place as you see Gentaro running with all his things in his hands, without seeing you with the sole objective of reaching the room.

"I'm here honey!" For a brief moment there is silence again and his footsteps become softer "s/o!" He opens the bathroom door, but since you're not there either he walks more slowly looking for you until he reaches the kitchen "s/o?" His face can barely express the confusion he feels.

"Gentaro? You didn't have a meeting?..." they exchange glances waiting for someone to explain "you sent me that photo and I thought... I was too late?" You blink without understanding what it means, until something clicks in your brain. "Oh, I was lying!" You laugh because you didn't think your joke had worked, it wasn't in your plans for him to leave the meeting in order to come and please you.

"Lying?" He says that word like he doesn't know it, he can't believe he fell for a joke. He feels so silly, but he was so excited to play with you. A mischievous smile begins to grow on his face as he slowly approaches you. "You won't get out of this so easy my pretty little heart and I'm not lying"

Trapping you in his arms, he tickles you with his fingers until you cry a couple of times. He interrupts your laughter by giving you a totally anticlimactic hungry kiss. He loves the sound of your laughter and will do everything he can to protect it, but he loves your moans even more, plus he has to make you pay for your little prank.

[bellezabelize]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Tho here, it's already Thursday

Thanks for the tag @jrooc ♡. I'm a tumblr loner, so no tags from me 😅 hahaha.

how is your day going? Pretty damn shite, have another two hours to work through with an attention span of a goldfish.

are you okay? Nah, if it wasn't for meds I would have a full on depressive episode.

are you single? Indeed.

are you happy about that? Yes, I don't do romance, tho I think it might be nice to have someone to come back to and share the daily shit with.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Obviously it's Hamlindigo blue 💙.

what age do you feel in your brain? Good question, it tends to swing between 19 and 69.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both? Had a few years between severe depressive episodes, when I was doing crazy shit while maniac, but other than that I don't think I was ever truly happy in a healthy way and currently my life is shit, so I can only hope the actual good times are ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yeah, I do.

did you have a childhood pet? Yes, I had crazy-aggressive rabbit and few other pets, till I finally got my mum to get me my dream dog - a foxterrier. Been with me for 12 years - sadly she passed away when I was about 21.

do you light candles or incense? Incense, then I read tarot for shits and giggles, but apparently what I see helps some people so that's nice? I'm basically younger version of Professor Trelawney, and my room smells like her classroom, lol.

are you busy Friday night? Yeah, team outing. I would skip it, but I've already missed the last one and don't want to be accused of not being into company values. I will have one beer and go home.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I used to do gymnastics and I do aireal yoga sometimes so maybe something involving that.

what's the last thing you created? An invoice, lol. Apart from that, the lunch I had today at work - considering I enjoyed it despite the lack of appetite, it was pretty fuckin good.

what is your favourite outfit? Either my pale blue dress, or black tennis skirt with some nice sweater. Unless I'm depressed like today, then oversized hoodie and some yoga pants.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Fuck, I have too many. Maybe from the top of my head "The Dead Zone" for a book and "Stages of Hope" for a fic.

what are you looking forward to? Long term, getting a new job and leaving my shithole of a country, as for today, smoking weed, cuddling with my cat and reading/watching something.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfictin and Shayne Topp reading reddit stories.

do you like hugs? Depends, I'm very particular about who can hug me. I can really like someone and feel awkward when they hug me, or I can meet someone for the first time and feel comfortable in their arms

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m bitchy and won't sugar-coat, but I will go an extra mile to help you, if you're my friend. Also, I'm not just moody, I'm bipolar. I can ghost people for a week, not because I feel like ignoring them but because holding a conversation even getting out of bed is too much of an effort. And when I go overly mad, that's because I'm maniac, and not just being dramatic for the sake of causing drama. My bank account is really sad when that happens, lol.

[shelly-ya]

Misunderstanding 2

I frigging did it. It's over and frigging long. Did it with a toddler with a toothache who was harassing me every minute. But it is done. It is safe for a wholesome vibe. If you hate making out go somewhere else. This does not contain sex at all.

It has been almost a week since manjiro displayed that cold behaviour towards you the last time. Now you were both lounging in bed watching a movie. His hands playfully caressing your side with his fingers making you giggle.

"Jiro pause the movie I wanna take a bathroom break." You say getting up as he paused the vcr. Just then your phone signalled you received a message.

"Baby You got a message"

"Can you read it for me?" Your voice muffled in the bathroom. He flipped the phone open and was shocked to see the name on the screen.

"It's mitsuya?" He said unconsciously just as he was about to hit open the phone was pulled from his hand.

"Thanks." He looked at the mix of emotions playing on your face. From serious to your eyes lighting up as you read the message. Closing your phone you grabbed your back pack and shoving it into the pocket. "I'm sorry babe i really need to go." You say as you start changing your clothes.

"What? We're in the middle of a movie and I even had plans for us tonight." He said getting to his knees on the bed.

"I know jiro but I really have to go take care of this. It is very important." You say fixing your hair. Once complete you gave him a quick kiss on his lips. Then another and another. He held your waist and deepened the kiss on the final quick peck you were going for. His right hand in your hair and left hand going to your butt. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lost yourself to the kiss. He began sinking back slowly bringing You along with him however, your phone ringing made your senses click again. Pulling away a bit to aggressively. "Jiro please I have to go i really will be back as soon as I can. I love you" you say straightening yourself again.

"Where are going?" He ask as he walked you to the door.

"I need to check out my best friends they need me to see something." You whispered.

"Ok be safe then. Should I call one of the guys to be your body guard?"

"You know very well I can take care of myself. ittekimasu"

"itterasshai" was his and Emma's response. Your phone rang again you opened the phone and Mikey spying the name call was mitsuya again

"I'm on my way wait for me" you told the person on the phone as you ran out the door slinging your back pack on your shoulder again. Mikey stood at the doorway watching your receeding back as you ran to your bike and started it. Putting your helmet on and starting up your bike your drove off. That bike was a gift to you from his brother an engagement gift. He spent the first two drives teaching you how to ride now you are even better than him. Deep down mikey wants to trust you and believes you were doing something that won't make him lose you.

A couple nights passed and it was a toman meeting. Mitsuya called and said he had another important appointment he can't cancel. You said you were hanging out with your best friends. That is what everyone thought.

"Hey guys do you know why name Chan was at our school today?" Pahchin enquired.

"At your school?" Mikey whispered

"Yeah they were heading to the home economics room" pehyan answered as well.

"Isn't mitsuya kun president of the home economics club?" Chifuyu piped

"Shut it chifuyu" hanagaki elbowed him. Chifuyu realised Mikey was looking upset.

"You must have been mistaken pah you know how you have the brain of a flea" kisaki tried to reason

"Can't help it if I'm dumb" pah argued. Hanagaki gave kisaki a thumbs up for damage control.

When you got home to the sano household you saw Emma already started dinner.

"tadaima"

"Okaeri" Emma said

"Let me wash up and come help you" you smiled at her as she nodded her head. You ran to your shared room with Mikey. Sliding the door open you didn't expect to see Mikey sitting on the edge of the bed looking as though he were lost in thought.

"Oh jiro. Tadaima" he absently looked up to you. His grey eyes looked pained.

"Okaeri" he said quietly.

"You ok? You look upset."

"I'm fine" he said putting on a fake smile. Dropping your backpack you went to the bathroom and cleaned up and changed your clothes.

"I'm going to help emma" pecking his head. "We will definitely talk after dinner ok. Unbeknownst to you, your phone rang signaling you got a text in your bag. Mikey got up and checked it. It was a message from mitsuya.

*Name Chan can we meet tomorrow major league changes in the plans are taking place*

Mikey closed the phone and put it back in your backpack. He sank down whispering to himself "please tell me this isn't true"

Dinner passed by quietly and awkwardly as Mikey wasn't his loud self during dinner. You tried talking to him but he just said he was tired and just need some rest.

A couple more days passed with Mikey growing more suspicious of your actions. Going out when your phone rang and staying late. With you complaining how sore your body felt when you came home and sunk down into the bed. He didn't have the urge to touch you again. Just lay there looking at you sleeping with no care in the world. It at this point Mikey decided to go to the most adult person he could talk to. His big bro shinichiro. Having driven to the shop s&s motors he called out.

"Shin-nii you here?"

"Yeah out back" came the reply. Mikey trudged in hands in his pocket head hanging down. His blonde hair falling over his face.

"Ooohhh i remember you the cute wittle baby shin showed me when i came visit all those years ago" a mature woman's voice spoke up. Looking up he saw a woman around shin-nii's age. Long red hair, blue eyes and almost the same complexion as name Chan. She looked slender and her hourglass shape made her even more tantalizing.

"Yeah he was a baby back then. Manjiro what are you doing say hi to harmony"

"Uh hi. Nice to meet you"

"Same here kiddo. Anyway shin don't forget what I talked to you about. Tonight 6 pm sharp." She left leaving Mikey and his brother behind. Shinichiro still working on the task he was doing when Mikey walked in.

"Didn't know you knew someone like that" Mikey finally said.

"She was married and has a son. Get your head out of the gutter"

"Was?"

"Yeah her husband died. Anyways make yourself available for 6 pm tonight we have somewhere to be. Everything is going to be ok manjiro don't worry. Now can you hand me that wrench".

Fast forward to later in the evening. Mikey arrived at the meeting spot with shinichiro. There was a massive number of people at this certain park. Almost like a rave. Music blasted on a massive stage to the centre of the park. Some groups were dancing and there was cheering and typical party noise.

"Mikey!" Hanagaki yelled running towards the blonde and his older brother.

"What are you guys doing here?" Mikey asked

"Oh mitsuya sent a mass text to everyone to meet here with the instructions to cheer for a person we will know when we see them." Baji said showing Mikey the text.

"Did anyone know there was a dance competition here?" Chifuyu asked

"Yeah there were alot of flyers in the red light district in my area" Draken said.

The group of commanders were watching group after group until Mikey was getting tired of it all.

"Let's go i got better things to do" he said irritated and bored. He then felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You gotta wait they're the last group." Shinichiro said sternly not letting him go.

"Who?"

"You'll see" the announcer came on stage announcing for the last group going by g/Name a foreign dance group that fought from the beginning to now. A resounding round of applause was heard. While the crowd chanted the g/name. Then what Mikey saw shocked him. He recognised one of the women on the stage she was harmony from back at the shop. But also some other members like your best friends and some who introduced themselves as your brothers and sisters. They all made their way to the stage in a unique style of clothing. And then you walked out smiling from ear to ear. Mic strapped to you showing you were the lead singer. Taking your places the beat started and all of you did your dance masterfully. You twirled and flipped and sang your soul out. As the crowd as well maybe not understanding the lyrics started to sing what they understood. Some even dancing and copying the moves from your group. Mikey was proud and shocked at the same time. The other toman members were cheering you on as you continued. The song eventually ended earning you a standing ovation.

"What's going on shin-nii?"

"They came to me a while back asking me for permission to do this. That the prize money would help the three of them open that business they wanted to be partners in. I did give them permission. They didn't want you to feel obligated to cheer them on because you have other things going on in toman. So I kept it a secret." Shinichiro explained.

"That doesn't explain mitsuya" kisaki said.

"And the results are in we will go with best original costume design. It goes to mitsuya takashi from g/name." The announcer said seeing the purple haired captain walk out on stage to collect his prize.

"That explains mistuya" hanma said.

"Yeah they told mitsuya to keep it from you. they commissioned him to design their clothes. Hence all the calls and texts." Shinichiro continued.

"Hey guys" you whispered behind the group of boys.

"Princess/prince!!!!! That was amazing" they all looked to you and all hugged you. All the while the announcer kept announcing the winners of different categories.

"And finally the winners if this competition is g/name congratulations." The announcers yelled making the whole of the park scream. You felt your feet leave the ground as you got spun around. "Would the manager come collect the groups prize." Mikey saw your grandfather walking onto the stage to collect the prize

"Let's go home name" Mikey commanded

"Yeah" after you changed into your regular clothes you and Mikey rode home on your own bikes. You both took do your shoes saying you both were home with Emma and grand pa sano greeting you both. Walking to the room Mikey opened the door and slide it close once you both were inside. He held you from behind.

"I'm sorry for doubting you loved me" he whispered.

"It's ok I didn't really leave room for trust I guess" turning to hug him. He kissed you passionately.

"Congratulations" he whispered touching his head to yours.

THE END

@angelsdevils @stxrmylxve

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I posted 3,305 times in 2022

That's 1,882 more posts than 2021!

7 posts created (0%)

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#dracula daily - 233 posts

#ouat - 33 posts

#goncharov - 24 posts

#once upon a time - 22 posts

#psa - 17 posts

#queen's thief - 11 posts

#elon musk - 9 posts

#backreading dracula daily - 9 posts

#skipping the queue - 9 posts

#incredible - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i sometimes have like a dozen that are still sitting on my default new tab page just because i opened one and then remembered there's a tab

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Not a day will go by (9/?)

Hello my patient friends! Sorry for the wait! It won't be this long again (for real this time)! This is a Christmas fic for last year's Secret Santa, and I've given myself a deadline to finish it before this year's secret Santa. Specifically, I'm trying to finish before December 18, which is mine and @cosette141's birthday! Thanks so much to everyone who's still reading and leaving comments--they keep me going when my brain refuses to write! Thanks especially to @MotherKat for being the best beta EVER! I'm going all out in November, and I've actually already got Chapter 10 written!! So it won't be too long!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke, @everything-person, @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

Summary: He may not remember his present, but she doesn't know his past. If she did, she wouldn't have married him… right?

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19 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#4

Not a day will go by (10/?)

OK, confession: I've had this one mostly-finished for a couple weeks. Nervous about it! Finally earning the M-rating, although it definitely goes nowhere near E. Not a thing I've done before, so your patience is appreciated! I'm really hoping I can finish the fic this month! Wish me luck! Thanks as always to @motherkatereloyshipper for her EXCEPTIONAL beta-ing, and for this BEAUTIFUL cover I just edited in! If you find any errors, they were probably my last-minute pre-post edits!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke @everything-person, @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10

Summary: Hook gets a chance to get to know his wife.

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20 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

Not a day will go by (7/?)

APRIL FOOL'S.

Get it? The joke is, you thought you were definitely not getting an update of this fic today, but actually YOU DID. The first of 2022 (yikes)!

But seriously, so sorry it took me this long! ADHD is apparently the boss of me much more than I would like. But I'm hoping to get back on--not nearly an every-day posting schedule, but definitely better than every-four-months.

Thanks a bazillion to @motherkatereloyshipper for coincidentally being awake at a million o'clock her time and willing to beta so I could post this on April Fool's!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke   @everything-person @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7

Summary: Captain Hook wakes up in a strange bed, next to a woman he does not remember. He finds nothing particularly unusual about this situation. But the woman seems to know him very well.

In Storybrooke, there’s only one surefire way to get back a lost memory. And it’s not going to work until he loves her.

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20 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

My beautiful complete set, + a bonus first edition I got from a Secret Santa and the Spanish edition I’m working through! Somewhere I have the Vince Natale edition of The Thief, but I lent it to a student. I’d... better get that back before graduation, huh?

I think I might already have a somewhat more matched set in my classroom, at least part of it. I don’t mind whether I win or not, I just really wanted to share my beauties! 

25 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My fellow Friends of Jonathan on the Discord were talking about who they picture when imagine Quincey P. Morris. There were many excellent answers, like Owen Wilson, Woody Harrelson, and Daniel Craig doing his Benoit Blanc accent. 

I apologize profusely but my answer is Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. .

42 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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[juusankai]

So what I'm feeling at the moment is...well complicated.

I have no idea why I'm sharing my deepest thoughts on this app, I mean I barely use it nowadays, but since it holds a special place in my heart I decided to do it anyway.

I find it hard to express myself and find the right words to put all of my thoughts in one place but I will try my best, hoping that one day when I look back at this, my life will get better and this text will become just a ghost of my past.

Life, my life has been nothing more than a bunch of mistakes and poor choices that turned me into a introverted, neurotic, anxiety-filled young adult. I'm not special, nor intelligent. I have nothing that separates me from your average human. And because of this I am unable to find my place in society, I have no idea who I am, what I'm doing most of the time and what I want from life.

I feel like a parasite sometimes because only by stitching myself to other people I can truly live.

I have no idea what is happening around me, my brain cannot comprehend it, I'm daydreaming most of the time anyway. Social interactions are very hard for me since I must synchronize my energy to theirs. I'm very good at copying.

I still have no idea who I am, what I'm doing most of the time and what I want from life.

I get really sad, really numb and i can barely feel anything. So once again I stitch myself to people in order to truly live.

Sometimes I get overstimulated from sounds, colors and people around me, so then I make myself really small and go back at daydreaming about what makes me the happiest.

Voices are too loud for me, the sound of your voice is too loud for me. Can't you speak in a lower voice? You overstimulate me.

And then I think to myself: "The thing that makes me the happiest is almost unreachable, too impossible to even achieve, most likely won't happen in this life time."

And that is the truth, because this happiness is most likely a fabricated thought with no substance and it only exists to help me get through hardships.

So in the end, I don't even know what makes me happy. Or what happiness even is, for me.

I keep telling myself that one day I will know who am I and what I am put on this earth but that day still didn't come.

I'm going around in circles and I'm going around in circles hoping that I can catch myself but I'm just going around in circles.

Life has never been this hard for me, I like to think of myself as strongwilled, but today is a day that rain reached my pillow and I cannot really tell if the pillow is wet from my tears or the rain?

This time, I dont see the light at the end of the tunnel because I think there isn't one, or I least I didn't created it yet. My blog was supposed to be a fun thing where I write about stuff that makes me happy, but I guess I'm doing this instead.

So once again, I belong amongst people, yet I need them to tell me how to live. Antithesis? No. Just my own stupidity.

I need help from exterior and I need to feel alive again, I need to feel like I can swim in that rain rather than let it drown me. I need a good laughter and a lot of money in my pocket. I want my bones to feel heavy after a day of work and as a lay in bed I make plans for all the places I want to visit.

I love money, truly love having them and spending them for my, my family, my house, my friends.

I love working for myself, for my ego and pride, for my body, for my growth.

I am a selfish person who didn't find her place in this world. I don't know if in 3 or 10 months from now I will now myself but I'm hoping to even make it that far into the future. I get really numb from time to time and I'm a stranger in my own mind, body, family and friends. Who is that person in the mirror? You? Me? An impostor? She looks like me, but I doubt it's me because why would she hurt us like this. The person in the mirror hates me and I hate myself.

I'm really hoping to be strong enough to survive so maybe I can catch myself doing wonderful things in this world.

My mother came into my room, she is the only person who comes into my room. I appreciate that and I hope that one day I can truly repay her and only her for everything. Not with jewelry or clothing or the latest product from her favorite brand. With mutual happiness and an abundance of constant succes.

Life, my life has become static, no matter what I do it's still very not alive. Is this a call for help? Maybe? Can you as a reader help me? No, you are probably going through the same thing, worse or you are in a good place and won't empathize with my feelings. Either way, the only one who can help me is myself. I love my independence and loneliness so much. I'm stitched to it and she is stitched in my foot like my own shadow.

I hope I found the right words to express my heavy thoughts and burdening feelings because once again, I suck at opening up and getting vulnerable. When I have enough money for teraphy, they will know about this. About everything.

I truly hope i said everything, I tend to forget things when I'm really sad. I spend a lot of time in my head so I'm very detached from reality. It's easier this way.

Are my words enough? Am i satisfied? Is my pain enough or do I need more of it?

If one of my friends gets to read this little text will they say: "But you are not alone in this, we have all been through this and it's not as bad as you think it is."

Yes they will.

They don't know my darkest thoughts.

I love them for being here anyway.

But they don't know my darkest thoughts.

I feel alone. My words are not understood.

Yes I am alone in this, the way we cope with sadness or numbness is different for everyone and yes it is bad. Let's just go out, have a marvelous time and tell eachother how much we love eachother. That's what you can do.

I don't see the day where I will get lucky or happy, it's still very far away from me. It better me tomorrow because all my pillows are wet from all the rain that surrounds my room. Or are they wet from my tears?

It better be tomorrow.

It better be tomorrow.

It better be tomorrow.

It better be tomorrow.

It better be tomorrow.

It better be tomorrow.

My pain better end tomorrow.

My life better start tomorrow.

[meeverywheresblog]

Aging

Hi. It's me again. I remembered today this account randomly when I thought that I would love to write down what I think about life. I know I said I'd post here weekly or daily and that never happened. I completely forgot about this account and I never wanted to write down any thoughts. However, here are we now.

I wanted to update me since I realized now that I have a remembering issue. I don't know how my brain works but I don't remember promising myself to post here or anything. I remember finding this account at some point but I thought I never posted again.

Since I want to buy a new notebook to write down my feelings and thoughts but I don't have time/money to do since, I have decided to use this account now.

A quick update to myself so I would never forget:

I moved out a new apartment during the same year. I believe I moved out in Oct or Sep not sure. It is way better than the first 2 apartments I used to live in.

I couldn't find love since people are very sexual and weird over there.

I touched the grass and lived the moment since I have double my salary now when I decided to resign from the company I used to work at. I bought new clothes, I dyed my hair in a way that makes me look like a cool version of me which is not true. I am not that cool.

I go to new places, I stopped violin courses and I didn't go to the gym or signed for dancing classes.

The only things that happened to me in my own brain and the new thoughts that are controlling me are:

I don't want to work my relationship with my family. I feel like it's now seriously over. I don't miss my mom, I don't want to see her. I even don't remember her on a daily basis unless she sent me a msg. We have a crowded month in the work so we decided to have only 1 day off and the whole plan got changed and we still have 2 day off. I'm still leaving my mom under the impression that I have 1 day off so we won't meet. I don't know why would like to meet her. I don't have things that I want to share. However, I will meet Aunt Hala today and I think about talking to her about these stuff. Not sure what will happen.

I stopped talking to one of the closest friends to me. I won't share her name here in case we won't talk again only bec I would like to know if in months I opened this account again will remember her? or will we be friends again? not sure what will happen and Ill leave it to future me to live the moment.

I'm now 22 and in 8 months I will be 23. For some reason I became more aware of my age even though when I wrote down now that Im 22 it felt like Im so young. However, that is not happening inside my head. I feel like Im so old and every day i spend in bed rotting I feel like I wasted a day. Im not sure what happened that resulted in me feeling like that however its not normal bec i just bought the iphone i was dreaming of, a new TV and became more able to use the money to live my own lifestyle after realizing that I was the problem not the money itself.

Im more into having a routine with fixed schedules and I now love waking up at 7 AM. I learned how to cycle (im not that good yet).

I came to realize that now I not that strong. Now I am weaker and changing my lifestyle didn't make me strong but instead made me realize that im a very very sensitive person. I have a lot of flows and now i have a lot of brand new feelings that im not used to. i downloaded a book about self love and I was impressed since i have always judged people who did so. I didn't finish the book of course which is expected from me however I knew that i don't face my feelings and I tend to try to remove them completely if they are -ve feelings. I don't like feeling jealous and I tend to think low of me if i did so. I now don't have the courage to confess or confront people. In all my phases in life i used to think whether it is the best or worst version of me and now I don't know. I think Im most confused person ever and i don't even know yet what id like to do with my life. ill try to brag about my life to my aunt today only to seek for validation and see if she can help me enhance the quality of my life. if i didn't have the time or the courage to do so, then im completely alone as well. i am lost in my own thoughts and I don't know what to do. i hope life will at some time be better and easy for me which is a very hard thing to do in Egypt.

The best thing worth to mention is: I finally feel a slight happiness in my life which is not always the case but it is a brand new feeling. thanks to me for at least trying :)

[elijahkelly]

2/12/2023

3:04am. I'm laying here trying to sleep but my brain won't shut off. Didn't take melatonin tonight so my body is probably struggling to put itself to sleep without help.

Had a moment where I did not feel safe. Small panic attack, I was feeling very distressed, like I was in danger. It was very reminiscent of the feeling I associated with laying in bed in one of mom's old apartments late at night, Scooby Doo playing on the tv, and all of a sudden the room got really bright as a truck pulled up and parked, it's headlights shining right through the window. I felt very unsafe then, and I felt that way tonight.

Going home tomorrow. Or today, I guess. Haven't been home since my sister, brother in law, niece, two nephews, and their dog moved out of my dad's house. I have to go fill out a thing so my dad can file my taxes, Dylan needs to get his new car tags from his parents, and I want to go see my sister's new house.

My mind has been coming back to how much things have changed a lot recently. Thinking about how I used to see my family almost every day, now I'm lucky if I see them more than once a month. I used to work cleaning the gym back at home, now I'm a part-time manager of a sub-division of my department, part-time drag queen who has almost completed their bachelors in Psychology. So many people I used to know are like strangers to me, and I've met so many amazing new people. Like Osvaldo.

Ozzy is very important in my life right now. He helps to distinguish the relationships the "old me" formed from the relationships the "new me" has formed. He's quickly become one of my best friends. We talk about everything, hang out a lot, and poke fun at each other all the time. He reminds me that I do bring something to the table that gives me value enough to keep around. He's my favorite person that I've met since I started college. He helps me retain my childhood through interests we share, while also helping me to grow up. We smoked weed together recently, and it was my first time smoking real weed before. I got to do it with him and it was a real bonding moment.

In case you haven't noticed, if anyone's reading this, I kinda just let my mind wander and say what it wants to.

I need to talk about the future, because I'm scared of it and I need to rationalize it. Starting with school. I have less than three semesters of college left, and I have hardly a clue what I want to do after that. I've played with the idea of grad school, getting my masters so I don't have to have a space between. If I can get all of my school business out of the way, that'd be ideal. But what about a job? I don't know what I want to do or how I'm going to do it, which is horrifying. And I'm running out of time. Dylan's going through a similar thought process at the moment.

It feels like Dylan and I are in a weird space right now. Our relationship feels "gray," and that's the best way I can describe it. I love him, I know that I do, but I think I'm getting bored. I love him to death, and I don't want to lose him, but I feel constrained. I never had a real dating phase of my life. Yeah, relationships would come and go, but before Dylan I had never been in a relationship for more than a month. Now we've just passed two years and I'm so happy for that. But, in all honesty, a small part of me feels kinda robbed of the experience of dating in college, figuring things out, adventuring. He's my only sexual partner I've ever had, so I don't know if the sex we're having is good or if there's something I'm missing. I pined for him the first four years I knew him, so it's essentially like we've been dating for six years. And maybe it's supposed to feel this way, but it feels like we've hit a slump. Nothing really interesting is going on. Idk, I'm not sure if I'm experiencing a normal part of relationships or what, but I know for certain that I don't want Dylan to go anywhere.

I feel an intense feeling inside that something tragic is going to happen to me. I have had this feeling for a long time. Part of me believes I'm going to get cancer. Another part of me sees a potential future where I die relatively soon, like in the next few years. Yes, I know that's possible for everyone, but something in my head says that it'll definitely happen to me. I've thought about it so much that I now feel a combination of fear and calmness about it. Not like I've accepted my fate, but it has motivated me to live my life purposefully and not get too wrapped up in silly things that don't matter. I've made it a goal to have fun, enjoy my time on earth while I have it, and live one day at a time. But there's still that feeling...

I don't know why but I feel overdue for tragedy. Every couple months or so, something devastating happens to throw a wrench in the works. Back in November, we had to put down my childhood dog, Jet. We had him since I was five (15 years) and it was like losing my best friend. But that was four months ago, so it feels like something new and awful could happen at any moment. Not that I want it to, of course, but if we're following the trend of my life, something new should've happened by now to ruin my life.

Anyways, I feel like I've talked my brain down to potentially get some sleep. I hope so, because I have a lot of driving ahead of me tomorrow.

Thank you for reading this, whoever you are. If you're me from the future, I hope you're well. I hope the bad things I expect to happen have the grace to hold off, for your sake (and mine). If you aren't me, I wonder how you found this. I don't plan to disclose the existence of these posts to anyone until the absolute last possible moment so there's something to look back on and peek into my conscience throughout my life. So if you aren't me and you're reading this, did something happen to me? And if you're someone who knows/knew and loves/loved me, thank you. The people who I value most in my life are the source of my vitality and drive. If I was alone, I probably would've ended it a long long time ago. But hopefully I leave a good impact on the people in my life for the rest of the time I have. I'm getting caught up in my head again.

I'm tired as fuck, I hope it isn't hard to fall asleep. Goodnight.

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[candymeowz]

Leviathan Comforting You When You're Worried 'Bout The Future:

Dedicated to my friend, @yukihaie

Hurt/comfort

Tw: Depressing thoughts

"What?!" the protagonist shouted, and Leviathan only seemed to get giddier and giddier as he leaned forward, captivated by the animations dancing on the screen and the sound effects as the fight reached it's climax.

He glanced towards you, unable to contain his excitement and wondering if you were enjoying it as much as he was, when he noticed your sombre mood. You were clutching onto one of his pillows tightly, eyes unfocused and seeming to be lost in thoughts.

As if one of your favourite anime episode wasn't being played in front of you.

Leviathan frowned.

He couldn't enjoy the anime if his Henry's in a bad mood!

"M-" He hesitated. Should he call you? "Mc?" he called out your name nervously, wondering if he stepped out of the line and second-guessing his course of action. Maybe he should've just left you alone? Maybe you'd prefer if he wasn't there? What if- what if he's the reason you look so sad? Did you not want to watch anime with him today??

Your eyes met his and his breath hitched.

They were red. Your eyes were red and was filling themselves with tears.

"I'm scared," you whispered, and Leviathan felt his heart get caught in his throat. He didn't like this. He didn't like seeing his Henry so... heartbroken. His best friend and long time crush was scared and he's just gaping there like a second Henry II.

"The future..." you whispered, one too low for a normal human to hear, but he's lucky to be a demon with stronger hearing.

"You're scared of the future?" he repeated, the flush of his cheeks lessening as he shared in your thoughts. It wasn't like he's never thought about it either, how people come and go, and everyone will be seperated whether they want to or not. "You... you don't need to be scared of it, Mc."

You clutched the pillow tighter, your head lowered, eyes clenched. "But- but one day I won't be able to see you guys anymore! I'll have to leave Devildom and... We won't be able to eat breakfast together, and I can't hear Lucifer's lectures nor Asmo's stories of the latest parties he attended..." You raised your head to stare straight into his eyes. "I won't be able to watch anime and play games with you anymore."

Time froze for a moment, as Leviathan's brain slowly comprehends what you said, and the second he did, he hugged you.

Leviathan hugged you.

No words were spoken, he didn't know any that might help the situation, so he stayed silent and hugged you tightly, letting you know everything will be alright. His face was slowly heating up, but when you grabbed onto his shirt and buried your face in his chest, sobbing your heart and worries out, he didn't care about how fast his heart is beating.

All he cares about is comforting you.

Which is how you found yourself he next day, safe in Leviathan's arms, who seemed to not be able to get a second of sleep the whole night.

"Thanks, Levi."

You pecked his nose.

Leviathan blushed a bright red, hiding his face in your shoulders as you patted his head, softly combing through his bed hair.

Yeah, everything will be alright.

A/N: Life happens, people change as they come and go, but -well, idk 'bout otherd, but better believe it Han, I don't ever want to lose communication with you. Even if you or I abandon the fandom one day in the future, I'm sure we'll have other things to talk about! So yeah, it's gonna happen, we're gonna go on with our seperate lives, but for now, let's enjoy it while we're still here in this fandom, yeah? And the ones who've already left, let's pray the best for them. Who knows, maybe an opportunity will come where we'll meet each other in real life? Or maybe on another platform, in another fandom XD

Masterlist

#MeowzIsBeingCheezy #IDon'tKnowHowToComfortPeople #AlsoSorryIfLevi'sOOC #IShallNowContinueWatchingJujutsuKaisenGoodbye #TotallyNotRunningAwayFromFacingReaders'Reactions #Nope

[anthrofreshtodeath]

P FKN R Snippet

I've been playing with P FKN R again, while I work on Cafuddàri 18. Slowly. I only have three chapters written, so it won't be posted any time soon, but I often like to share drafts of what I'm working on because conversation always drives the process forward.

See it below the cut.

Jane sat on the couch right after tossing Maura a glance that asked for permission. Maura granted it, so Jane lowered herself - slowly, as if that were supposed to show some grand contrition. She didn’t know; she’d never been in this kind of delicate situation before. “Listen, Maura, me and Tatiana… we’re a thing,” she said, putting her hand on Maura’s knee. Maura jerked away, but Jane followed. She winced. “That, shit. That came out wrong. What I mean is, me and Tatiana are a thing, unless one, or both, of us, has a thing. Does that make sense?”

It must have, just a little, because even though Maura still sniffled, she turned more towards Jane. “To be honest, no,” she replied, rolling up her eyes to prevent even more tears from falling and embarrassing her. 

“It means that she and I have an agreement,” started Jane. She watched Maura’s body for signs she should stop, or alter course. When Maura only listened with that emotion-weary look, her downturned lips, Jane continued. “When we’re not seeing people, if we’re in each others’ neck of the woods, we… we have fun. If we both want it.”

Maura twitched her nose. Then her cheeks reddened when she looked Jane full in the face since she yelled at her in the foyer. “That’s - that’s all?”

Jane actually laughed a little. “Yeah,” she confirmed, and Maura tracked the handsome little bob of her voice box. “We’re not… serious. We uh, I don’t think we ever will be. We figured out a long time ago that we’d always be on different life paths. Her dream was always New York; mine was, is, Boston. Home.”

“So you pick up your relationship when she’s here?” Maura asked, voice shaky and quiet, “Or when you’re in New York?”

“We have sex, Maura,” Jane deadpanned. “We have sex when she’s here.”

Uncharacteristically, Maura blushed. She chalked it up to the fact that they are talking about the sex life of her very-catholic best friend, and not any personal investment in the matter. “The… that conference. In New York City,” she said, unable to help the words tumbling out of her mouth. “That cybercrimes and homicide investigations conference. Last May.”

“No,” Jane anticipated the unasked question. “She was upstate. Had some business with one of the ADAs out there. I didn’t see her. Thought about it, though.”

“Ugh,” Maura groaned, her head thrown back. She dabbed at her eyes with each index finger and closed them while she shook. “I’m sorry, for crying. For overreacting before I had all the facts.”

Jane pursed her lips. She scanned Maura from head to toe, in her usual semi-casual Saturday shopping attire and having fully expected an evening out with her friend and instead finding that friend in bed with someone Maura barely knew. “You, uh, you don’t gotta be sorry,” said Jane. She looked down at her own hands, folded over her lap. She wore running shorts and an old, faded Red Sox t-shirt, and possibly mismatched socks. She imagined that if she lifted those hands up to her face, they would probably still smell like Tatiana Martinez Vazquez. Jane reddened again. “You don’t ever gotta apologize for feelin’ your feelings. And I fucked up today. We had plans and I forgot because I was thinkin’ with… well I wasn’t usin’ my brain. But we can still go, ok? I got a couple changes of clothes upstairs. Lemme just shower and get dressed and we can do everything we planned to.”

Maura perked up. “Are you sure you don’t need to… Should you at least call her? You must have left seconds after I did to get here so fast,” she replied. She couldn’t deny the hammering in her chest, explicit possession, a thrill that Jane had abandoned her tryst with a very attractive young woman to come be at Maura’s side.

[chefdoeuvre]

Instinct

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Description: No matter how hard you try to hide it Jay can read you like an open book.

Words: 1,479

Requested: yes by anonymous; So I thought it would be cute if Jay and reader have just started seeing each other secretly and she's acting off and quiet at work and he notices before everyone else please?? Thank you x

Warnings: angst (if you can even call it that), mentions of cancer, fluff as usual.

A/N: I just want my own Jay Halstead. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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After leaving Jay's place early that morning you made your way back home. You hadn't initially planned on staying the night, but there was something about being in his arms that made you not want to get up. You pulled up to your building and ran up to your apartment. Hurriedly heading inside you made a beeline for the bathroom and took a quick shower. Once you finished up your shower you pulled on your normal work clothes, which consisted of a plain shirt and jeans. Grabbing your holster and your badge you clipped them onto your jeans. You headed to the kitchen and scrounged for some form of quick breakfast before you would head off to your usual coffee shop.

Just as you began quickly munching on a granola bar your phone began ringing from the couch where you had tossed it when you walked in. The caller ID was your mom, so with furrowed brows, you answered the phone.

"Mom?" You asked.

A sniffle was heard on the other end before she spoke, "hi, sweetie."

"Mom, what's wrong?" At this point, you had started pacing and racked your brain for what possibly could have gone wrong.

"It's your father..." Your mother began, but she trailed off.

"Is he?" You couldn't even say the words out loud.

"No! It's not that, he went to the doctor the other day." She took a deep breath before continuing. "They said he has lung cancer." Your mom quickly explained after realizing where your mind had gone.

"What else?" You questioned in a whisper, holding your tears back to be strong for your mother.

"They caught it early, he's starting chemotherapy soon. Hopefully, he'll beat it since it's in the early stage still." Your mom continued.

"Can I talk to him?" You asked as you chewed on your lip, a bad habit you did whenever you became nervous.

The shuffling from the other end was heard and then your father spoke, "hi, honey." Even with his recent diagnosis, you could hear the smile in his voice, that's how he always was, happy no matter what.

"Hi, daddy." You whispered with a small smile from hearing your father's voice.

"I heard you finally got into Intelligence, I hope Hank is treating my best daughter well." He laughed, even if you had been in the unit for quite a while every time you talked he would tease Voight about treating you well, they had been best friends since they were young.

"Dad, I'm your only daughter and I've already told you, it's going great." You laughed, shaking your head.

"That's good to hear. Now, I don't know what your mother told you but don't worry about me, I'll be back to the same old me soon enough." Your father reassured you, "and shouldn't you be heading to work now?" Your father asked in a teasing tone.

"Alright, dad. And yeah I should, but it's fine one late won't kill my career. I'll just bribe Voight with his favorite coffee order." You joked.

"Bye, sweetheart." Your parents both said before ending the call.

Wiping the stray tears off your face you decided to skip out on going to the coffee shop and would just drink the burnt one they had at work. Taking a deep breath you set off to work, pulling on a coat and pocketing your phone.

Walking into the district you greeted Trudy with a small smile and headed up the stairs to Intelligence. Making your way to your desk Jay looked over to you and sent you a wide smile. In response, you gave him a tight-lipped one back. He furrowed his brows at your behavior, but decided he wouldn't push it and chalked it up to the early morning you had after leaving his apartment to make it on time to work.

The day got off to a quick start with you guys getting a case within an hour of arriving to work. Throughout the entire time, you had been silent and only spoke up to provide important points that the others missed. After uncovering more information Voight began setting up a sting. You were paired up with your usual partner, which just so happened to be Jay. This also was the reason why you had kept your relationship a secret, so much so that not one soul knew besides the two of you.

You were off in a corner pulling on your vest when Jay came up behind you to help.

"Hey, you alright?" Jay whispered, sweeping your hair to one side.

"Yeah, I'm good." You answered shortly, Jay caught on to this because whenever he would ask you a question of some sort you'd always babble on about the little things that made you happy that day.

This was the second thing today that set him off which made him furrow his brows in confusion. You were all smiles when you left this morning and he was racking his brain for anything he might have said to upset you, but came up with nothing.

After strapping on your thigh holster and checking your gun you hopped into Jay's truck and waiting for him. You looked down at your jeans and picked at the hole by your knee from when you tackled a perp. The sound of a door opening made you lift your head and you were met with concerned blue eyes. You did your best to give the man a small reassuring smile before directing your attention back to your lap.

Tilting his head like a confused puppy Jay eyed your movements carefully. Whatever was wrong had bothered you so much that it made you find your shoes the most interesting things in the world at the moment. Giving you one last glance Jay turned the key and started the car.

You guys quickly headed in and were out within minutes. Apparently, the offenders were in way over their heads and dropped everything after Intelligence busted into the warehouse. Dragging the last person out you handed him off to an officer and beelined to Jay's truck. Hopping in you let out a deep breath and pulled your hair out of the tight ponytail it was in. You leaned your head back before shutting your eyes. You didn't hear Jay get in and he examined your expression before announcing his presence.

"Y/N?" Jay spoke up.

Your eyes shot open and you spun around in your seat to face your boyfriend. Your eyes were wide at the sudden sound, you hadn't even realized he entered the car.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jay asked, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, letting your head fall onto Jay's shoulder. Instinctively his hand went to your hair and raked through it. In this moment you were thankful for the tinted windows that hid the two of you from plain sight and the fact Jay had parked farther away.

"No, I'm not." You murmured quietly that Jay barely heard it.

"You wanna talk about it?" Jay asked pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'll tell you about it later." You shook your head.

Later had come and now you sat on Jay's couch bundled up in a blanket while a Blackhawks game played on the television. Jay was in his room pulling out your favorite hoodie of his. Walking out he handed you the article of clothing.

"What's this?" You asked sitting up.

"Your favorite hoodie of mine." Jay shrugged nonchalantly as he took a seat beside you.

You thanked him with a small smile and he gave you a soft one in return. Once you had pulled on his hoodie, which was big and baggy on you, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you into his side and rubbed up and down your arms.

"My ears are open for whenever you're ready." Jay reassured you.

He had his fair share of communication problems when it came to sharing his feelings so he understood if you didn't want to talk about it just yet.

"It's my dad." You began with a whisper. Jay only nodded for you to continue.

"He got diagnosed with cancer, they called me this morning." Jay squeezed your shoulders as he hugged you tightly.

"Thanks." You said after a few moments of silence.

"For what?" Jay questioned.

"I don't know, for noticing?" You said, but it was phrased more like a question.

"I know you better than you think." Jay mused placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You let out a small laugh and wrapped your arms around Jay's waist tightly. The two of you stayed in that position the majority of the night until he had to practically carry to bed once you dozed off after the game ended.