#but there was this girl yesterday who was my cashier and she was so fucking pretty I was screaming internally

[chrollohearttags]

I’m convinced my soulmate is a woman. if they exist, bc I just cannot see myself being with a man lmao

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part 3)

Andy barber x reader

author's note:im so tired only death can fix me

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Andy woke up early the next morning.

6:00 a.m.

She smells so good

6:04 a.m.

God the way she looks away when she's all shy and cute

6:10 a.m.

you wore those shorts on purpose yesterday, didnt you?

6:45 a.m.

His hand is stroking his morning wood over the sheet.

it's wrong its wrong it's so so wrong

but it's her.

her. her on her knees.

"look at daddy, sweetheart,look at me while i ruin you," she looks up at me, mascara running down her bambi eyes as she drools around my cock.

"feel good,baby? you like being daddy's little cumslut? like it when he uses your mouth? I bet your little pussy is dripping just by sucking on daddy's big cock"

she. fucking. moans. around. it. FUCK!

Andy's hands speed up, vigorously rubbing his fat, hard cock, beads of precum spilling from the pink head of his cock.

i pull myself from her mouth, "youre such a filthy little girl," I take ahold of my cock and slap the sticky head on her cheeks "no,no baby, tch tch,"

"open your eyes, look at daddy"

FUCK! the image of you looking up at him with those teary eyes while he slaps your cockdrunk face with his meaty head is too much for him. With a few more strokes,he cums all over his hands, stomach and sheets, a blissed out smile on his face as he turns to the bedside clock- 7:25 a.m.

less than 12 hours till he gets to fuck see you.

AND LESS THAN AN HOUR TO HIS COURT HEARING!

He rushes to get ready and leaves the house, thankfully reaching just in time.

........................

y/n wakes up and immediately wishes she hadn't.

as if it wasn't bad enough to try to kiss the man who lived literally opposite to you, but she also had to go to his house 5 days a week.

"you're a big girl, y/n" her friend's voice comes through the phone, "so what? you misread the situation and tried to kiss him, no big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL?" y/n screeches into her pillow, "the first time I come onto a man and HE LIVES LITERALLY NEXT DOOR WHAT WAS I THINKING"

The rest of her day, she is plagued by the thoughts of Andy.

9 a.m. Physics class

wait, what if he was trying to kiss me back

11 a.m. Math class

No,he wouldn't.

1 p.m. Lunch

but would he?

........................................

6 p.m.

All day Andy has been in an unfamiliarly pleasant mood, he even brought flowers as he left his office unusually early.

lillies? no, I think she's more of a tulips girl. But what about sunflowers. And now that I'm already at trader joe's how about condo-

CALM DOWN! fuck fuck fuck! you'll only creep her out.

7:30 p.m.

Andy is fuming.

his gritting teeth, his fingers tapping impatiently on the steering, the low murmurs from his lips, all can be heard despite the clatter of the traffic.

Y/n ,on one hand is relieved

well, one less awkward rejection

on the other hand, her mind is working over time.

what if he is intentionally ignoring me?

what if he thinks I'm a loser-college-freak who kisses and becomes obsessed with any guy who is nice to her.

what if, her breath hitches, what if he has a girlfriend

Jacob notices the sudden stiffness in Y/n's body, "Are you okay y/n?", He asks with his eyebrows pinched with concern.

"Oh! yes, yes I'm alright, all fine".Y/n smiles.

After a few more minutes of studying, Jake suddenly speaks up, "You know, dad was really happy when you came over yesterday,"

y/n's heartbeat quickens,"What do you mean, jake?"

"Well, I don't know,but I've never seen him smile like that."

"Like what?"

"Like...." he pauses for a moment, "Like you know how sometimes as a little kid, you get lost in the grocery store. You can't find your mom and you get scared. But then you see her and she was over there the whole time, picking out your favorite chocolates, and you run upto her,your smile is the biggest ever"

y/n giggles at Jacob's absurd metaphor but then again, he was quite mature for his age.

"so am I the cashier of the grocery store in your little metaphoric world?"

"no ,y/n, I guess what I'm trying to say is that you were the smile on my dad's face"

"Jacob....."

The sound of Andy's car pulling into the driveway catches their attention.

Andy enters the house, 3 bouquets in his hand.

"Dad," Jacob smiles knowingly "who are those for?"

Andy's eyes try to find y/n's but she is looking at the floor, her breath obviously a little heavy, her cheeks flushed.

Andy ushers Jacob out of the room,"Come on, young man,take a break from all that studying."

y/n still isn't looking at him.

Andy settles down on his haunches before y/n and holds her chin between his thumb and he forces her to look him in the eyes.

"hi, angel"

"hey, Andy" The way she slightly shifts in her place on the sofa doesn't go unnoticed by Andy.

He picks up the flowers, "didn't know which ones you liked,so i tried my best three guesses."

The contrast of his dominant presence and the tenderness of his actions makes y/n melt into a puddle as she sheepishly plays with the collar of Andy's crisp white shirt.

"The sunflowers, Andy. I love them."

Andy picks the yellow bouquet and places it on her lap.

"I was correct,sweets," he rasps out, their lips mere inches away.

"well,technically, you were only 33% correct", she laughs.

"Well, I have got to shut your smart little mouth up"

With that Andy pulls her into a fierce kiss.

He rises onto his feet, pulling her with him.

The kiss is a perfect mix of y/n and Andy, teeth and tongue and smiles and small licks.

Their bodies were as close as they could be and it still wasn't close enough.

y/n pulls away first, out of breath and dizzy from being drunk on Andy's lips, only for Andy to chase her lips again.

"If it wasn't for the flowers, I would think you were trying to kill me, hogging practically all of my oxygen", she pants but smiles nevertheless.

"well if it wasn't for tutoring, I would think you came here just for me. did you sweetheart? did you wear this cute little dress just for me? "Andy tuts her again as she tries to hide her face into his chest, "look at me while I'm talking to you, baby."

y/n looks up at him and fuck is it a sight to behold.

Pupils blows out, her lips pouty and her lipstick slightly smudged, her flustered gaze as a small smirk forms on her lips, "are you accusing me of trying to seduce you Mr. Barber?"

"yes"

"well, maybe you're right, I wore this dress just fir you," she pauses as she feels his hands pawing at her tits.

"go on," Andy says with a smug smile.

nuh uh Mr. Barber, I will not go down with out a fight,

"In fact, i did everything for you today. I put on makeup, wore my pretty heels, painted my nails, didn't wear any panties....."

The look on Andy's face is pained and he looks almost on the brink of losing control, "really?

y/n gingerly pulls one of his hands from her chest and slowly traces it up her thigh, "see Andy? why don't you check it yourself."

Andy slowly inches his hands towards her pussy when the sudden sound of the doorbell makes them jump from their places.

Andy pecks and bites y/n's lips, "Give me a sec."

"No,you cant answer the door like that"

"like what?"

y/n shyly eyes the bulge in his pants,"like that."

"shit! sweetheart, could you do it?"

y/n opens the door to a woman.

she looks around her early thirties, aroundAndy's age, she's thin and her brown hair are tied into a ponytail.

The woman gives y/n a pointed look.

"Hi, I'm Laurie, Andy's wife."

[canarias-stuff]

Caramel Frappe For Okarun - Chapter 2

Pairing: Ayase Momo X Takakura "Okarun" Ken

Chapter Summary:

“It’s on the house, Frappe guy!” She repeated, blushing.

“Frappe guy?!” He sounded shocked.

“That’s what I will call you for now!”

“But, my name…”

“Nope! Your name is off-limits!”

Author's notes:

Hello!

And now, I'm back with another chapter!

It's silly, but I hope you like it!^^

Chapter 2: On the House, Frappe Guy

"That was soooo nerve-wracking…" Momo groaned, face buried in the cushions of the sofa in her living room.

Across from her, Vamola was laughing on the opposite sofa as Momo recounted her day, while Aira sat on the floor, focused on painting her nails.

"At least you got off with just a warning." Vamola pointed out, trying to look on the bright side. "Could’ve been worse."

Momo sighed. How could someone be so relentlessly positive?

"Yeah, you could’ve been fired." Aira added with a smirk, examining her freshly painted pink nails. "And I’d have laughed my ass off."

"Ugh, screw you, skank!" Momo yelled, sitting up to hurl a pillow at her pink-haired friend.

“What the hell, Momo! I am painting my nails here!” Aira snapped back, careful not to mess up her polish, which kept her from throwing anything back.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

“You b–”

“Okayyy, let’s not fight!” Vamola finally stepped in. “We really don’t need another warning for the syndic about being too noisy, right?”

Instantly, both of them stopped the colorful exchange of words.

“But anyway Momo, this Takakura Ken guy–” Vamola began, ignoring the ‘Nooooo! Don’t say his name!’ that came from the brunette’s lips. “–sounds like a really good guy!”

And for some reason, Momo didn’t like the tone of voice that the blonde girl used. It sounded like…

“And his name is Takakura Ken! You should have asked for his number!” Vamola added with a grin.

Momo gawked at her as Aira burst out laughing as if she just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Momo asking for his number after the scene that she caused?!” Aira doubled over. “The poor guy!”

“No. Way!” The barista cried, face flushed red, ready to throw a pillow at the blonde girl. “As if I would ask for his number just because he is a little bit nice and is named T-Takakura Ken! And he's definitely not my type!”

“That’s rich coming from someone who dated a trash guy just because he looked a little bit like Takakura Ken.” Aira rebutted sarcastically.

That one stung. Momo felt–almost–ashamed for her obsession over the actor for a moment.

“Oh, shut up! I was too naive!”

“That was last year and we told you that the guy was scum.”

“Come on! Give me a break! He was my first boyfriend!”

“So what does he look like?” Vamola interjected again, but genuinely curious. “Is he cute?”

Is he cute? Momo considered, gladly accepting the change of subject and trying to remember the frappe guy's features.

He was just slightly taller than Momo herself, and skinny, but still looked like he was hitting the gym, unruly black hair, brown eyes hidden behind round-framed glasses…

“I guess…” She muttered with a thoughtful expression. “...that he was kinda cute, but he looked like a nerd.”

“Woah! So you are aiming for Otaku Ken instead of Takakura Ken?” Aira teased, stifling a laugh.

“Can’t you just shut your trap?!” Momo yelled, ready to throw another pillow at Aira. “And what if he was a little bit cute?! It’s not like he is ever coming back to the shop after today!”

Vamola and Aira exchanged a knowing look before turning back to Momo.

“You realize you just jinxed it, right?” They said simultaneously.

“I didn’t!”

…

She totally jinxed it, didn’t she?

The 'frappe guy’—as Momo had decided to call him, because no way was she saying his actual name—was back at the coffee shop, fiddling with a cellphone while waiting patiently for his turn in line to the cashier where Miko was taking the orders.

Why? Why was he back? Shouldn't he be so weirded out by yesterday's fiasco that he’d never want to set foot in the shop again?

She tossed the ingredients for the drink into the blender and switched it on, trying to focus. Kei, who was making the hot drinks, and Miko weren’t even trying to hide their amusement, grinning openly at her flustered state. Momo gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to strangle someone. But after yesterday’s mess, and with Manager Sanjome watching her like a hawk, she couldn’t afford another slip-up.

She glanced sideways, catching Kei and Miko exchanging a look and suppressing their laughter, and muttered under her breath.

I swear, one more grin, and I'm gonna mur-…No.

Momo took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. Just like her roommates, her co-workers were only teasing, getting a kick out of her embarrassing moment and poking fun at her crush on Takakura Ken— the actor , of course. They didn’t mean any harm, they just wanted to get a rise from her because she had a really peculiar taste.

"Get it together, Momo." The brunette mumbled to herself and cast another glance at the line. Frappe guy was the next. “Just don’t be weird about the same thing.”

And maybe he would order something warm instead of something cold, right? Kei would be the one making his drink this time, RIGHT?

.

.

.

Wrong.

Miko just grinned, clearly savoring every bit of Momo’s frustration. With an exaggerated wink, she patted Momo’s shoulder while handing her a cup.

“He even asked if it would be possible to ask you to make it.”

Her face was heating up. Momo glared down at the cup with strict instructions about a caramel frappe with extra caramel…again. And the big, obnoxious heart around that name was an eyesore. She knew she had no choice but to make the drink and, worse yet, call his name with a straight face.

This sucks!

“I hate you.” Momo said between gritted teeth.

“And we love you.” Kei said from over Momo’ shoulder. Even without looking at the blonde girl’s face, Momo knew that she was grinning from one ear to the other.

This fucking sucks!

…

The drink was ready, the lid was on. The last step was to call for the drink owner's name.

Shit.

The more her brown eyes stared at the name written inside the heart, the less courage she had to say it, but her co-workers were little shits, so no matter how much she begged and tried to bribe them, they wouldn’t call for him.

Maybe if she waved at the frappe guy, he’d notice his drink was ready. But one glance at his table, and Momo gave up—he was totally absorbed in some book or magazine.

There was another option, though.

With just one person waiting in line, Momo realized this was her chance.

If I can’t call him over, and he’s not coming up here, then the only choice left is to bring it to him. No need to say his name!

There wasn’t exactly a rule against employees delivering drinks directly to tables, but something about it felt awkward…it felt wrong to just go there with the drink and drop it. Frappe guy was really nice during the whole mess that she caused yesterday…and as much as Momo could be foul-mouthed, her grandma (as foul-mouthed as her) had taught her better manners than that.

She sighed, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

Okay. Here I go.

“What are you doing?” Miko asked, intrigued, as she saw Momo reaching into the dessert showcase.

“Put this on my tab, ‘kay?” Momo replied, grabbing a tray and heading toward the black-haired boy’s table.

“Oooh, now this is getting interesting!” Kei said, leaning over to the cashier, who stifled a laugh.

…

As soon as she placed the drink on the table, his gaze shifted up to her.

“Oh, sorry about that…I didn’t hear you calling me.”

“Because I didn’t.” Momo replied, only to see the same puzzled look that he had on his face the day before.

“Uh…and I didn’t order this…” Ken said, eyeing the strawberry tart she’d just set beside his drink.

“Yeah, I know.”

They stared at each other for a moment, each sizing up the situation.

“The dessert’s on me today.” Momo finally sighed, averting her eyes as she felt her cheeks warming a little.

“W-w-what?! Why?!” Frappe guy stammered, and if the word ‘cute’ crossed Momo’s mind, it wasn’t anyone’s business.

“Look, I just wanted to thank you properly for yesterday. If you hadn’t spoken up, I probably wouldn’t be working here anymore.” She confessed. It was embarrassing, but she wanted to show him that she was truly sincere about this. “So, thank you. Really.”

This time, it was the boy’s turn to blush. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his brown eyes darting between the dessert and the barista.

“I-it was nothing, after all, I guess that it was a misunderstanding.”

Momo grunted, feeling kind of guilty.

“Are you alright, Ayase-san?” He asked, watching her expression.

“Hum? How do you know my name?” The girl asked, visibly surprised. Now that she thought about it, he had said her name yesterday too.

“Your manager…he mentioned it yesterday…”

Oh, that’s right. Manager Sanjome did say my full name.

“Ugh…that’s right.” She muttered. “That was embarrassing.”

“Well, not as embarrassing as telling the cashier that I wanted my drink made by the same person as yesterday.”  Frappe guy laughed, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

“What?” Momo stared at him in surprise, trying to process his words. She thought that Miko was just pulling her leg there! So, Frappe guy really asked her to make his drink?!

“Uh…well…” His cheeks reddened as he continued, “The drink was really good yesterday. And, you know…sometimes, even with the same recipe, drinks can taste a bit different depending on who makes them. So I figured I’d ask if…you could make it again…”

The following silence was awkward, they were both blushing, and Momo could feel curious eyes on her (most likely Kei and Miko, the little shits!). Clearly, Frappe Guy had pieced together that she was the one behind his drinks—she’d been the one to call his name yesterday, after all, and here she was again, delivering his order personally.

“A-anyway!” Momo finally found her voice, though she stammered. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday! I have to go back to work!”

“W-wait! Ayase-san, about the tart–”

Ugh! He really needed to stop calling her name! It was bad for her heart!

“It’s on the house, Frappe guy!” She repeated, blushing.

“Frappe guy?!” He sounded shocked.

“That’s what I will call you for now!”

“But, my name…”

“Nope! Your name is off-limits!”

“But!” 

“If you want me to keep doing your drinks, we're gonna have to set some rules here!” The barista crossed her arms. “Your name is forbidden. I will call you Frappe guy until we find something better to stick to.”

“Okay…” He sighed, but in Momo’s eyes, he didn’t really seem upset. “I got it, Ayase-san.”

“I have to go back now, see you around, Frappe guy!”

“Yeah, thanks for the tart.” He grinned, his brown eyes warm.

With a grin of her own, Momo spun on her heel and headed back behind the counter, her cheeks still flushed as she felt his gaze lingering a moment longer.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

[alovelyfox]

Chapter 12: Maria, Mariaa

🔞

The neon colored ‘closed’ sign blares in Kyle’s face, reminding him of his failure as he stands defeated in front of the empty flower shop. He came about an hour after the time Maria said she’d hold his bouquet until, yet spies them sitting on the cashiers desk, tied up with a beautiful baby blue ribbon he’s sure she handpicked out herself to compliment the white petals.

She’d been so caring when he met her yesterday, able to help with Kyle’s indecisiveness on what to get his mom. And now he’d disappointed her, seemingly not even showing up when she’d taken the time to come up with something she knew he’d love. He bangs his fist against the glass, taking his frustration out on the door. The sudden act surprises a figure he hadn’t seen tucked under the desk, who now jumps up and meets his eyes. Maria.

His face turns from helplessness to joy as he realizes he’s not too late, but she retains a cool façade as she comes to the door.

“You’re late,” she says, pointing out the obvious, yet her words still piercing through his heart even though they were separated by the glass door. “I don’t appreciate tardiness in customers.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry Maria. I’m a sucker for punctuality as well, but I got sidetracked at work and only remembered you were waiting for me here. I never meant to stand you up or anything, I swear. I’m not that kind of guy.”

She stares at him for a moment, then sighs. Her gaze towards him softens as she unlocks the door and lets him in. He nods an grateful thanks, then makes his way to the desk and almost grabs the flowers before her voice interrupts him.

“If you’re really sorry about coming in late, then you’ll give me a proper apology,” she exclaims, as he turns around and gives her a confused look. He assumed what he just said was apology enough, but if she wants more, that’s what he’ll give her. Slowly, he gets down onto his knees, thinking about leaving if not just to save his last shreds of dignity. But it’s safe to assume those left when he had to act as Cartman’s personal slave to stop him from disrupting peace in the Middle East, so he opens his mouth to let the regrets over not coming earlier tumble out. But she looks him up and down, then bursts out laughing before he can say anything.

“Oh my god Kyle, I just meant taking me out to dinner or something, what the fuck are you doing?”

Relief washes over him, even if there is a slight suspicion creeping up as well. Why would a girl like her want to be taken out by a guy like him? He wasn’t used to women being so forward with their pursuits of him, if they even consider him worth the time of day. But one dinner seems like a simple request, so he gets back on his feet, then takes the bouquet sitting behind him.

“Is tonight alright? My little brother’s coming into town tomorrow, and I want to get the flowers back home before then.”

A cheeky smile appears on her face, as she opens the door for him.

“Lead the way.”

…

The restaurant Kyle chose was one close by, a little more intimate than he’d like, but Maria didn’t seem to notice. They settle in one of the smaller tables in the corner, forced to sit so close their knees are pressed together in a slightly uncomfortable fashion. He wonders if this dinner is meant to be romantic or not, but the first conversation between the two dismisses any doubt he has.

“So Maria, why were you still in the flower shop almost an hour after closing time?”

“Hmm,” she says, twirling some pasta on her fork as she deliberates on an answer. “I guess I was just waiting for a tall, curly haired red-head to walk in and save my dinner plans with a date so I wouldn’t be forced to sit alone in my apartment watching Friends reruns and eating cold lasagna.”

He laughs softly as his face blushes red at her description of him. “Happy to be of service.”

“You know, I’ve been so busy with the shops that I actually haven’t been taken out like this in months,” she exclaims, finishing her food and pushing the plate away from her.

“I’ve been busy with work recently too, but even before that I never went out for dinner with someone like this,” he replies.

“Huh, and seemingly something makes you think I regularly do?” She questions, and he accidentally says the first thought in his head.

“C’mon, what guy is gonna pass up the opportunity to take out a girl like you?”

She blushes and bites her lip, before standing up and excusing herself to go to the bathroom, while Kyle’s left embarrassed.

However, her departure gives him time to think. Or more accurately, think about how much he hasn’t been thinking about Y/N. This is the first time in weeks that his mind hasn’t been occupied with the thought of her glowing presence. And considering what happened yesterday… Fuck, did she know how much she turned him on? She hadn’t even done anything sexual, but her body being that close to his was all it took. While he had been able to brush it off this morning, how long until he does something he regrets and ruins everything they have?

Getting her out of his head seemed a near impossible task, but Maria was the one who made it happen. So when she comes out of the bathroom and asks Kyle if he wants to come back to her place, he immediately accepts, desperate for a night without Y/N in his thoughts.

…

The car fills with a casual silence as Kyle drives them back to her place. Maria seems to be content with staring out the window, which he finds favorable as it gives him more time to mull over the possible repercussions as to what they’re probably about to do.

It had been a while since Kyle’d had sex. More than a while. Like years. And it was evident that the… buildup was affecting his actions, especially towards Y/N. Asking her to grind on him in the kitchen, how just her legs over his lap sent him spiraling… He needed confirmation that he was just feeling horny, not wanting to accept the alternative.

He stops at a red light and glances over at Maria, who’s still turned towards the window. She’s an extremely attractive woman, but she and Y/N couldn’t look any more different. Maria is beautiful, but Kyle doesn’t find himself quite enamored with her the way he does with Y/N. But his cock is saying something different, so he decides to only sleep with her, not to let things go too far.

A one-night stand might just be what I need right now , he thinks as he arrives at her apartment.

They walk up, but just before she opens the door she turns around to face him.

“Hey, just so you know, I’m not looking for anything serious right now. I just want something casual, so if that upsets you-” she says, but Kyle interrupts her with a kiss as relief floods his mind.

Maria leans into him as he uses his tongue to part her lips and dip his own inside. Scrambling for her keys, she unlocks the door, never breaking contact with his mouth. They stumble into the bedroom, breaking apart to remove their clothes before she pushes him lightly onto the bed.

Kyle would normally set aside the first couple minutes of sex for foreplay, but Maria seems like she just wants to fuck already.

“You’re clean, right?” she asks, crawling towards him on the bed, forcing him back until his back hits the headboard.

“I haven’t had sex in over a year, so I really fucking hope so,” he replies, and she laughs, then grabs a condom from the bedside table and straddles his thighs while putting it on.

“Me too, but you know. Just in case,” she insists, and is about to slip herself inside him when he asks to pause, realizing he’s not fully hard yet.

Fuck , he thinks. His entire body was ready for her in the car, yet when it actually matters… But he wasn’t thinking of her in the car, was he?

“Hey, are you okay?” She asks, and he looks away embarrassed.

“Do you mind, uhm, like, pushing your boobs together or something? Sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready yet.”

She smiles graciously and does what he asks, while he tries to avoid eye-contact with her. He knows exactly what he has to do, and even though it goes against the entire point of sleeping with Maria, he thinks of Y/N. And the worst part is, it works.

Luckily, the implications of what that means and the regret over doing it gets pushed out of his brain as she inserts him into her pussy, and starts riding. They start off slow, but the warmth of someone around him that he hadn’t felt in a long time makes him let out a soft groan. Speeding up, she moves like she knows exactly what he needs, rolling her hips to get his dick to hit all the right spots. He grips her by the waist to try and contain his moans, but she squeezes around him and he gets washed away by the pleasure of cumming. He’s a little embarrassed he came before her, but fortunately, she follows suit soon after, and collapses onto the bed next to him after riding out her orgasm on his cock.

“Fuck Kyle, that was amazing,” she says breathless, and agreement comes out of his mouth in a murmur, barely able to speak as his mind tries to break free of it’s post-sex haze.

“I haven’t had someone that good in a while.”

“Me neither. I mean, I haven’t had anyone in a while, but I definitely don’t remember it being that good,” he says, his brain regaining its ability to talk.

“We should do it again sometime,” she exclaims, surprising Kyle. He had never been in a friends with benefits relationship before, and had promised to only make this a one-time thing. But the release Maria gave him from his thoughts of Y/N was too good to pass up, so he looks over at her and smiles.

“I’d like that.”

Her face lights up, and Kyle realizes how pretty she looks right now, her hair spread out on the pillow, a slight sheen of sweat illuminating her smooth face. She gets up and takes Kyle’s phone to put her number into, while he gets up and starts getting dressed. But before leaving, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a long kiss, promising the start of something new.

…

Unlocking the door to his apartment, Kyle’s startled to see his little brother Ike sitting on his couch, but not surprised as he waits to hear what reason he has for being here.

“Dude, Mom was just pissing me off back home, so I came here a little early. Plus, there was this girl I’ve been tryna hit up for- ever who said she was gonna be in town only for today, so I figured, two birds one stone, am I right? I’m just lucky you weren’t here when I finally got her into bed. ”

“There’s only one bedroom in the apartment, Ike. Did you have sex on my bed?” Kyle asks.

“Why’d you come so late, anyways?” Ike asks, trying to change the subject. It works, and Kyle clamps up, not wanting to admit he was also out with a girl. Unsuccessful for him however, Ike seemingly figures it out by his silence.

“Dude, are you telling me you were out taming a girl’s strange while you had another one waiting for you back home? Damn, I think I might finally be able to call you my older brother with a little respect.”

“There was another girl here waiting for me?” Kyle asks, confused.

“Oh hell yeah, a smoking hot chick named Y/N. There’s no way you let a girl like her be a booty call, so I really hope the other girl you were seeing was a goddamn supermodel.”

Kyle pauses, completely forgetting he had asked Y/N to drop his jacket off here for him.

“Ike, you didn’t say anything stupid, did you?”

“Yeah, but I did meet her for the first time while I was naked, so it made whatever I said not that awkward. Don’t worry bro, it’s chill.”

“Fuck Ike. Ugh, I can’t even stand to look at you right now. Pull out the couch and go to bed while I go take a shower and fix all the shit you probably did.”

He leaves Ike alone and pulls out his phone, immediately texting Y/N.

Kyle - Hey, thanks for dropping off the jacket, and I’m so so sorry for whatever the hell Ike did

Kyle - I swear I’m kicking him out tomorrow

Y/N - ahaha it’s alright, ik teenage boys can be stupid as hell

Y/N - i was a little surprised that you weren’t there though since i came pretty late

He pauses for a moment, mulling over what to say to her. He doesn’t wanna come up with a lie since it’s probably gonna come back to bite him in the ass, but telling Y/N he wasn’t there to help shield her from Ike because he was out having sex doesn’t sound great either.

Kyle - Sorry, I was out having dinner with Maria

Y/N - oh

She takes a little while to respond, and Kyle wonders if she’s hurt by his lie. But he wasn’t lying though, just emitting some parts of the truth.

Y/N - it’s fine, i just hope you had a lot more fun with her than i had with ike lol

And despite liking the message, Kyle can sense that maybe it would’ve been better to have just not said anything about Maria at all.

…

“DUDE, ON YOUR FUCKING LEFT!”

“THAT’S YOUR LEFT DUMBASS.”

Stan’s inability to tell his left from right results in both of them dying, so Kyle gets up from the beanbag he was sitting on and gets some more soda for the both of them. They’ve been gaming in Stan’s shitty apartment for the past two hours, talking about life and overall catching up with each other after 7 years apart.

“Hey, Wendy wanted me to remind you about the Fourth of July party we’re having this weekend. She wants to show off some new burger recipe she learnt how to do, but my Uncle Jimbo’s sending some fireworks he got from his recent trip to Mexico, so I really just wanna blow shit up.”

“Oh fuck yeah, I’ll definitely come.”

“Cool. We’re planning to invite Butters and Y/N, obviously, along with a bunch of people like Wendy and I’s coworkers and such… Oh, and a surprise guest!”

Kyle nods along, but Stan looks at him expectantly and clears his throat.

“As I was saying, there’s gonna be a lot of people. But there’s always room for more, so is there anyone you wanna invite, Kyle?”

“Uhm, I think I’ll just come by myself, since you said you already invited Butters and Y/N.”

“Yes, but Kyle… Is there anyone special you wanna invite?” Stan asks, and Kyle looks at him as if he’s gone crazy. He shakes his head, and Stan rolls his eyes.

“Kyle, are you gonna invite Maria? You’ve been seeing her for a couple weeks, and we all wanna meet her. Well, Wendy mainly, but you already know she speaks for everyone anyways.”

He can’t hide his surprise, and sputters out the next sentence in disbelief.

“You guys wanna meet Maria? Why?”

“Well, aren’t you in a relationship with her? I’m your best friend, why wouldn’t I wanna meet your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Kyle remarks, and Stan scoffs.

“Dude, you two are totally boyfriend girlfriend. Okay, let’s look at the facts. Have you ever taken her out on a date?”

“Yes.”

“Has she ever spent the night?”

“Yes.”

“And have you ever made her breakfast in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“And has she done all these things more than once?”

Kyle stays silent, but nods, and Stan leans back on his beanbag, satisfied.

“Well then, you my friend, you have got yourself a girlfriend.”

“It’s not like that. I’m sleeping with her, so everything I’ve done with Maria has just been common decency.”

“Yeah, common decency in a relationship .”

“How the fuck would you know about what makes a girl your girlfriend? You’ve been in the same relationship since middle school,” Kyle argues, and Stan gives up.

“Touché. But I’m just saying, we all wanna meet her.”

“Everyone?... Including Y/N?”

Stan smirks. “Dude, I’m not talking to you about another girl when you have a girlfriend.”

“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Kyle yells, and Stan laughs.

“All right, all right,” Stan says, unpausing the game.

They keep playing normally for a while, and Kyle focuses on keeping Stan alive. But on the car ride home, he considers what Stan said, and realizes he’s right. In the few weeks they’ve been seeing each other, him and Maria have transitioned from two people hooking up into something more. He saw her as more than stress relief, now someone he could rely on to help with his problems. They would often spend hours together after having sex, and as Stan pointed out, he’d even cooked breakfast for her a couple times when she’d spent the night.

Were they in a relationship? The main reason Kyle didn’t want to be with her like that was because he had feelings for Y/N, but he feels less and less for her the more time he spends with Maria. And if Maria is the one girl who can distract him from her, maybe it was worth giving a relationship with her a chance.

She was already meant to come over that night, but her presence doesn’t relax him in the way it normally does, instead only emphasizing his nervous fears. Since their first night together, Kyle had become much more confident in the bedroom, but tonight he lets her ride him on top again, too tense to actively fuck her. The sex is of course amazing, but when she tries to get off of him after they both come, he holds her in place and looks her dead in the eyes.

“Hey, so uhm, there’s a party some of my friends are hosting this weekend on Saturday, if you wanna come along? With me, I mean.”

She looks a little confused, and tilts her head slightly to the side.

“It’s a party with all of your friends?”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, and she stays silent for a moment, averting his gaze.

After a while, she presses her lips together, then looks at him and nods. He breaks out into an elated grin, but when he goes to kiss her, she turns her head and gets off of him. She collects her stuff, asks him to text her the address, and leaves, saying nothing more. He goes to take a shower, then texts her and flops down on his bed, lulling himself to sleep with the thoughts of a normal relationship.

…

Maria doesn’t talk to Kyle for the rest of the week, ghosting his texts and sending all his calls to voicemail. She’s not at her apartment the nights they planned to meet, nor does she show up at his. The first day, he figures she probably needed some time to think. Her coming to the party’s a pretty big step up from what they’re used to, so it’s understandable she might want some time to get adjusted. He’s even able to excuse the next day when he still doesn’t receive any communication from her. But on the third day of silence he starts getting anxious, and the fourth makes him downright petrified. By Friday, he’s given up hope, and on Saturday he makes his way to Wendy’s apartment, prepared to battle everyone else’s disappointment at her not showing up, alongside his own.

Yet, when he’s a couple feet away from the party, someone comes up from behind him and covers his eyes. He assumes it’s Butters or something, but turning around he can’t hide the shock on his face. Standing there is Maria, clad in a collage of red, white, and blue clothing, with stars and stripes galore, looking like a true American. Kyle had never seen her looking so enthusiastic, and in a little way she somewhat reminds him of Y/N. But he brushes that thought away, and asks what she’s doing here.

“I mean, I’m beyond happy to see you, but you haven’t been answering my calls or texts for the past week, so I kinda figured that…”

“I know, and I’m so sorry Kyle. I just needed some time to think everything over. But I’m here, and I’m ready,” she replies with a big smile, and Kyle wraps his arms around her, gripping her tightly like he’s scared she’ll fly away. She returns the embrace, then starts walking towards the party. Pausing once she realizes he’s not following her, she sticks out her hand, which he happily takes, and they walk in together.

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 3)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non!idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.49k

Taglist: @dinossaurz (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, just comment)

"Minseo, why do you always avoid having dinner when I have guest over?" My mom asked me when I arrived home.

"I told you, I had to met with a classmate."

"You and ai know it's a lie" She snapped at me "You know why I'm doing this right?"

"Really mother? Playing the 'I did it for you' card" I sarcastically said.

"Let's talk Minseo"

"You know what mother? I have class tomorrow" I mentioned and walk to my room.

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Walking to my classroom I wasn't surprised to see Hongjoong already in the room.

"Good morning Minseo!" He greeted me with a smile. "You are quite early today" he look at his watch.

"Yeah, good morning Hongjoong" I muttered tired walking to my seat, but he didn't stop looking at me. "What?"

"Where did you learn how to punch like that?" He asked me with the same smile. "Seonghwa can't get over it" He laughed.

"You know him?"

Like I mention before, Hongjoong treat people good, I wouldn't be surprised if he knew him. He already knew the red hair guy from yesterday.

I have seen Park Seonghwa around, he was always surrounded by people and always caught my attention yet I didn't know his name until yesterday.

"Yeah, we've been friends for ages."

"Be careful, I hear stupidity is contagious." Hongjoong laughed hard.

"Forgive him, he's a fun and good guy really."

"Yeah, sure he is" I sarcastically said.

The classroom door slides open again and a tall boy walked in.

"Hongjoong" his voice echoed as he walk closer to Hongjoong.

He had brown hair, with the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen like a golden retriever puppy.

"Hey, what's up Yunho?" Hong greeted the tall guy.

"Yeosang's asking if he could borrow your notes. We have a test coming up and he said yours are more legible than his" yunho explained.

"Sure" Hongjoong rummaged though his bag "By the way, would you like to meet the girl who punched Seonghwa?"

Oh God, not again and with my crush.

"So, you're the famous Pororo who taught Seonghwa a lesson" he smiled at me.

"Stop calling me Pororo" I rolled my eyes "I was the one who had her skirt lifted and he's the pervert."

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I left the room making up an excuse to run away from these guys. I hate how my crush will remember me as the girl who wore some Pororo shorts, this was all Seonghwa's fault!

I bumped into someone and I was going to apologize when I saw who it was.

"Damn, Pororo what's the rush?" Seonghwa smiled.

"You!" I gritted my teeth.

"Oww, in a rush to see me?" He patted my head. "We just saw each other last nigth love" He carresed my hair.

I didn't noticed that the same red hair guy was with him.

"You were together last nigth?" He gasped lauddly, earning stares from the students.

"Stop it" I slapped Seonghwa's hand away.

"That's not what you said last night love"

"Quit it" I whispered getting angry.

"Make me" He whispered back.

"You don't want to go there blondie" I gripped his shirt, bringing him to my level.

"Trust me Pororo, I do" He chuckled tucking a stranger of my hair behind my ear. "I will see you later Pororo" He patted my head before walking away with Wooyoung.

"Classy" Hongjoong who apparently saw all the scene gives me a smile.

"Just put a fucking leash to your friend"

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From: Mother

The bills just arrived.

I look at my phone and sighed calculating how much it's our bills. My mother work as a cashier in a market so her income isn't enough to pay the bills, that's why I worked.

Luckily my actual job, let's me focused in my studies and I don't have to work until Fridays. It's a small new fried chicken restaurant near the campus, so it's close and the paid is good, the owner let's me bring some food to home.

As the bell rang I quickly gather all my things.

"Don't forget class, your exams start next week" the teacher mention before leaving the room.

I leave the classroom and start walking the hallway, when I heard someone.

"What's up Pororo?" Seonghwa greeted leaning against the wall, not to far from my classroom with Wooyoung, Yunho and a boy who I didn't know.

"Oh shit, that's her?" The unknown boy whispererd to Yunho who just nodded giving me a smile.

"I see that you're joinning us" Hongjoong appeared resting his arm around my shoulder.

"Join you?"

"Yeah, we're going to eat"

"So will you come with us?" Yunho asked giving me puppy eyes.

I suppressed the blush and avoid looking at him.

"Not really, I just stopped to see if Seonghwa is capable of saying something intelligent" I remove Hongjoong's arm of  me. "But I see that's not happening anytime soon."

"Oh come on!" Wooyoung exclaimed "We want to know more about the girl who punched Seonghwa's face."

"Another time."

"Where are you going Pororo?" Seonghwa asked

"Not sure, I think hell because you are here." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Aww Pororo, you're so cute."

"Why can't you join us?" Wooyoung insist.

"Yeosang's dying to try out a new restaurant" Yunho explained signaling the boy.

"I have work"

"Where?" Hongjoong asked.

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"We'll be taking a table outside" Seonghwa mentioned

I can't believe we ended up in the same place, turns out that Yeosang wanted to eat at the restaurant I work.

"Ji-Hoo's Fried chicken, we're opening 24/7" I hand out some flyers.

"Hey Pororo! Stop frowing, you're scaring the customers" I can heard Seonghwa yelling. "Don't you ever smile?"

"Yes, just when you're not around" I replied handing some flyers to a couple.

"You know, you don't have to hide the fact that I made you smiled love" I swear that if I turned around I would see the fucking smirk on his smile.

I finish handing out some flyers and walked to grab some water.

"Forgive him, he's so self-absorbed like shit" Wooyoung points out.

"Like diapers" Yunho continues chuckling.

"That's a good one" Yeosang laughs and eat his chicken.

"Do you work here everyday?" Hongjoong ask curious.

"No, only on Fridays"

I facepalm myselft as soon the words left my mouth.

[gobbluthbutagirl]

there’s a couple of details i unintentionally left out here that in fact make the situation even funnier. one, the part of the back-and-forth i omitted from this post due to not being fully aware of it due to being distracted by taking over the transaction hr guy had been doing before he went to deal with The Situation involved him saying, “you’re not wearing jeans. you’re not wearing a uniform.” and two, it was only at the point that the other customer heard him speak these words that she realized this strangely dressed woman attempting to log into the target register was not actually an employee of the target and went “OHHHH!!”

there was an Incident at work earlier which involved some random girl going behind one of the registers and acting like she worked here. like she was actually trying to ring another customer up and everything. and i was kind of watching this play out from behind the guest services counter like, are my eyes deceiving me? is this shit really happening right here in front of my face for real? and hr guy had stepped onto the register beside me so the moment the customer i was with stepped away i was like, “uh [hr guy], what’s going on at register 2?” which was when he finally noticed what was happening and RAN over there in the middle of the transaction he was doing. and he was like, “what are you doing?” and this girl was like, “i’m working…” and he was like, “you don’t work here.” and she was like, “yes i do.” and there was a whole back-and-forth and hr guy called security and as soon as the security guy appeared this girl just turned around and RAN out the door. she was wearing a hoodie that was not even red. and sweatpants too. hr guy would not stop repeating “i’m dead” and it was the talk of the store for like the next ten minutes until some other thing happened and life continued as usual

[the-lonelybarricade]

I totally stole this from one of those writing prompt blogs, but can you do Rhys and Feyre going to couples therapy together as a joke when they only just met?

Okay my love, I literally just finished writing this and haven't actually proofread it. It was meant to be silly and jokey but ended up being a bit more serious than I intended, but I'm a sucker for fake dating tropes so maybe I'll continue their story at some point. Anyway here's a modern Feyre and Rhys going to couples thereapy together (whilst not actually being a couple):

Feyre was absolutely determined to prove Nesta wrong. Usually her sister’s grating comments didn’t penetrate Feyre’s hardened demeanor at home, but something about their stint yesterday had thoroughly gotten under her skin. Nesta had a talent when it came to barbed words, so it was the casualness with which she’d said Feyre was boring and predictable that had kept the words ringing between Feyre’s ears. They lacked the usual bite and venom that was characteristic of Nesta, and somehow that made them impossibly worse.

Was Feyre a creature of habit? Sure. But she had always been content with her quiet, unassuming life. They’d grown up poor, with little luxury, and as a little girl Feyre had always believed all she’d need to be happy was paint supplies and enough time to get lost in a blank canvas. Feyre had that now, and she was happy. She spent almost every day in her studio, a paintbrush in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. And that was fine. She may not spend a lot of time with other people, but that was fine.

Routine is fine. Being focused on your career is fine. So why did the implication that her life is stagnant rile her up so much?

Feyre couldn’t articulate what, exactly, had bothered her so much, since she was perfectly happy with the current state of her life. Yet the next morning she’d woken up, vowing to take a day off and spend the whole day being entirely unpredictable.

She was going to pull a Jim Carrey in Yes Man. She was going to seize this damn day. And any voice in her mind that pleaded her to stick to her comfort zone was going to be diligently ignored.

When she set out to get her morning coffee, she ducked into the first cafe she came across without checking the reviews. And instead of ordering her usual chai latte, she asked the cashier to make her their favorite drink. She sat at a booth and sipped it experimentally. It was sweet and tasted of caramel; she decided she quite liked it. So far so good.

She sat wondering what brave venture she should do next, something that would be worthy of telling people about. Something so brash and crazy and unexpected Nesta would eat her stupid, truthful words.

“Mind if I take this seat?”

The voice was like smooth velvet. Feyre glanced up to meet a pair of eyes that were such a deep, peculiar shade of blue they almost looked violet. She was momentarily stunned speechless, which caused the impossibly handsome stranger to lift one of his perfectly groomed brows in question.

“Of course,” Feyre answered, her mouth feeling a bit dry. She quickly took a sip of her coffee to quell this strong reaction her body was having to this man.

She’d been expecting him to take the chair to sit elsewhere, but he slid into the chair at her table, directly across from her. Feyre spared a cursory glance around the cafe. Customers milled about, but there were plenty of empty seats strewn here and there. It was far from necessary to share a table with a stranger.

Her interest piqued, Feyre turned her attention back to this strange, alluring man.

“I’m Feyre,” she said, sounding much more confident than she felt. But today was about branching out of her comfort zone. Making the first move with an attractive man certainly qualified.

“Rhysand,” he answered with a charming grin, extending his hand into the space between them. Feyre accepted it with a mirrored smile, for a moment marvelling at the way his hand completely enveloped hers.

Feyre cleared her throat. “So tell me, Rhysand, what brings you to this table in particular?”

The way he wrinkled his nose was unfairly endearing. “Call me Rhys,” he said. “I only really use Rhysand in a business setting. And I chose this table in particular, because I saw a beautiful woman sitting here and was feeling especially forward.”

Feyre laughed in surprise. “Forward, indeed. Well, Rhys, I have spectacular news for you.”

“And what’s that, Feyre darling?” the suggestive tone to his voice sent shivers down her spine and instantly those warning bells in her mind were blaring. This man was too handsome and he was a complete stranger.

“I’ve decided to do something completely stupid and spontaneous today, and you’re officially invited to join me.”

Rhysand grinned, his eyes flickering with mischief at her proposal. She supposed that should be concerning, too, but she felt her pulse quicken. “And what stupid, spontaenous thing will we be doing, darling?”

Feyre leaned back, trying to regain composure by taking a too casual sip of her coffee. “I haven’t decided yet. I’m open to ideas.”

Across the cafe, a man stood up so quickly his chair tipped over with a loud thunk. Rhys and Feyre both whirled their heads at the commotion.

“This is why we need to go to therapy together!” the woman across from him screeched. “You can’t control your stupid temper!”

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he growled. “I’m not going to sit there for an hour so you can manipulate some dumb bitch into agreeing with you!”

“It’s not about sides,” she groaned. “I want to work through this with you!”

Feyre felt a tug of sympathy at the desperation in the woman’s voice. She could feel her pain and frustration second-hand, having been in similar shoes herself.

“Fuck this,” the man grumbled, storming for the door.

The woman followed after him. “Our appointment is in 10 minutes! Please, let’s just try it.”

The door swung shut behind them. Feyre watched the couple continue their walking argument down the city pavement, gesturing wildly with their hands.

Feyre sighed. “Man, that poor woman. It sounded like she really wanted to work things out.”

“That guy sounded like an absolute ass, maybe it’s for the best,” Rhys said. Then, his eyes lit up and he turned to Feyre with a slow, conspiring grin. “It does give me an idea, though.”

“What’s that?” Feyre felt a bit intimidated by the roguish expression on his face, even if it did make her feel breathless.

“Well, I do happen to know there’s a psychiatrist's office right above this cafe. If I had to guess, that’s where our friends were going to have their first session. And from the looks of it,” he nodded towards the couple, who were now striding in opposite directions through the city, faces flushed with anger, “they won’t be attending.”

“And your point is…?”

“Let’s go in their stead. Make a game of it. First person to break character loses.”

“And what does the winner get?”

“Well, if I win, then I get to take you to dinner.”

Feyre considered for a moment. Dinner with a handsome man certainly didn’t sound like losing to her. “If I win, then I get to use you as a model.”

“You’re a photographer?” His brows rose in interest and Feyre summoned all her will power not to blush. Since when was she bashful about her career?

“Painter.”

Rhysand grinned. “If you win, you can use my body anyway you wish, Feyre darling. Nude would be best.”

And that was how Feyre had ended up in Dr. Suriel’s office, Rhys by her side on the sofa. It was perhaps the most adventurous thing she’d ever agreed to.

“So, Mr and Mrs Mandray. Apologies, I didn’t get your names on the forms.”

“I’m Feyre, this is my husband Rhys,” Feyre answered, thinking it lucky they didn’t have to guess at the mysterious couple’s forenames.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Feyre and Rhys. What brings you to my office today?”

Rhys immediately slipped into his role of the concerned husband. He placed his arm around Feyre’s shoulders and tugged her close. Rhys opened his mouth, then shut it, glancing at Feyre hesitantly.

“My wife and I have been getting into a lot of… disagreement lately,” Rhys answered carefully, and already Feyre thought this was going much better than it would have if the actual Mr Mandray had turned up.

“My husband,” Feyre said flatly, channeling her inner Nesta to put venom into the word. “Is insisting on painting our house purple.”

“I see,” Dr. Suriel says, assessing the displeasure on Feyre’s face. “And I’m assuming you want to paint the house a different color.”

Feyre pressed her lips into a thin line. “See, that’s just the problem,” she said, crossing her arms. “That’s exactly the color I would want to paint our house.”

Dr. Suriel frowned. “So you do want the house to be painted purple, as does your husband. Am I understanding that correctly?”

“No,” Feyre sighed. “He wants to paint the house blue, but is insisting we paint it purple, because he knows it’s what I want. This bastard refuses to be anything but accommodating.”

“We’re going to try to refrain from name-calling in my office,” Dr Suriel said calmly. “So, Feyre, you are clearly unhappy that Rhys wants to paint the house purple. What color would you paint it?”

“Blue,” she answered. “I know it’s what he secretly wants to paint it.”

“She doesn’t see the hypocrisy in what she's saying!” Rhys complained. Then, he turned to Feyre, looking impossibly serious. “Darling, I know you want to paint the house purple, and I already told you I’m fine with it.”

Feyre groaned. “I don’t want to paint the house purple! I want to paint it blue.”

“You’re only saying that because you think I want to paint the house blue.”

“Do you?”

Rhys hesitated. “No.”

“Don’t lie in front of our therapist,” Feyre said with narrowed eyes. “We promised to tell the truth while we’re here.”

“Then you tell me the truth, Feyre. Do you genuinely want the house to be painted blue?”

Now it was Feyre’s turn to hesitate. She could see the corner of Rhysand’s mouth twitch as she did so. “No. I mean yes! I do!”

“It sounds like at the heart of this argument, you are both ultimately concerned in pleasing the other person, is that fair to say?”

Feyre and Rhys glanced at each other, then nodded in agreement.

“Do you think there’s a color you could both compromise on, so that you don’t feel as if your partner is the only one making a sacrifice in this decision?”

Feyre met Rhysand’s brilliant violet eyes. In truth, she’d blurted the color purple because she’d been thinking about the color of his eyes. She'd never seen eyes that color, and they were wonderfully vivid. Feyre was lost thinking of painting a world in a monocrhome of violet, like a city that lived within his gaze.

Feyre realized she’d been momentarily swept away, snapped out of it by the humor that washed behind those starry irises. She blinked back the haze and tried to think of an answer to the question.

“Mustard yellow?” she proposed.

Rhys pursed his lips in mock consideration. “Mustard yellow,” he agreed with an emphatic nod of approval.

Dr. Suriel blinked in surprise. “All right, well I’m pleased we could solve that issue. Is there anything else you’ve been arguing about?”

“Yeah, actually. My wife,” Rhys gave Feyre a pointed glance. Somehow, despite being strangers, hearing Rhys refer to her as his wife sent waves of pleasure jolting through her. She felt her stomach flip on itself. “Isn’t satisfied with our sex life.”

Feyre instantly flushed at such an accusation, however fabricated.

“Is this true, Feyre?” Dr. Suriel turned her eyes towards Feyre and she shifted uncomfortably at having to make up stories about her sex life with Rhys. Making Feyre imagine rolling in a bed with him was certainly his goal, and she’d lie to say it wasn’t affecting her. Rhysand looked absolutely delighted to have made her squirm. Fine. Two could play at his game.

“Y-yes, well,” Feyre stuttered, the burning in her cheeks condemning. “I keep telling Rhys that 16 orgasms in a session is excessive. He’s much too generous a lover and he never lets me give as good as I get.”

Feyre felt satisfied with the way Rhysand’s face went crimson.

Dr. Suriel’s brows rose. “This seems to be a common theme in your marriage. Rhysand, would you say that you’re often prioritising Feyre’s desires over your own?”

“I think Feyre sorely underestimates how much pleasure I take from satisfying her desires,” he answered, his eyes flicking to Feyre with enough of a sensual promise that her heartbeat turned staccato.

“Rhys, it sounds as though your generosity is part of the way you express your love, is that safe to say?” Rhys nodded. “And Feyre, it seems as if you have trouble accepting your husband's generosity, both in and outside the bedroom. Do you feel that’s a fair statement?”

“I-I suppose so.”

“Sometimes people have trouble accepting their loved one’s generosity when they feel like they aren’t giving something in exchange. It can be hard to accept that kind of love when we don’t feel like we deserve it. Do you feel like this could apply to your situation?”

Feyre blinked. This was meant to be a gag, something daring and experimental. She hadn’t expected to be psychoanalyzed by Dr. Suriel, or at least for her analysis to hit so close to home.

Rhysand shifted forward on the sofa. “Is this true, darling?” he asked, sounding concerned. He took Feyre’s hands in his own, brushing his thumb along her skin as he met her gaze. “I think you deserve the world.”

She would almost think he was being genuine if she hadn’t met him only an hour ago. Feyre marked the conviction on his face, those burning pools of earnesty in his eyes, and marveled at what an incredible actor he was.

Somehow she ended up blurting part of the truth. “My family life growing up was kind of tough and I’ve never really known what unconditional love was like. I think a part of me still believes it's something I have to earn.”

“That sounds like it must have been very hard, Feyre. But it sounds like Rhys loves you very much, and that this is an issue the two of you can overcome together. When you feel the instinct to reject his generosity, try to remember where that message is coming from. And Rhysand, try to keep in mind that this is something your wife is still working through, and be patient if she feels more comfortable giving you something in exchange. This is her way of expressing love, too. At the core of your issues is both of you thinking about the other person, try to remember this when a breakdown in communication occurs.”

Somehow they’d lost control of their therapy session and were receiving actual therapy, which wasn’t part of the plan at all. But somehow, despite not actually being married to Rhysand, what Dr. Suriel said was reassuring.

Feyre turned to Rhys and smiled. “I think I understand better, now. You’re free to give me as many orgasms as you want, honey.”

Rhys grinned fiendishly. “And I’ll let you reciprocate in whatever way you feel comfortable, darling.”

Dr. Suriel clasped her hands together in approval. “Excellent. I think so long as the two of you take measures to accurately communicate your needs, you’ll find these breakdowns will occur less frequently. And that’s it for our time today, but I am happy to have the two of you back any time.”

Feyre walked out of the session hand-in-hand with Rhys, feeling a bit dazed. It had certainly gotten more serious than she’d expected, but perhaps her judgement had been misplaced in thinking therapy could be anything other than serious, no matter how joking the complaints.

“Well, that was certainly stimulating,” Rhys quipped once they’d left the office.

“And it seems we’re at a draw, considering neither of us broke character.”

“You do play my wife convincingly well,” Rhys practically purred, “perhaps I’ll let you take up the real role, if you feel so inclined.”

Feyre laughed. “I’m expecting a few other offers to come through. Give me a few days to look over the applicants, then I’ll get back to you.”

“Okay, well how’s this. I’ll give you my number, you can wait until all those applicants come back to you, and once you’ve decided that I’m clearly the obvious choice, you can call me.”

Feyre smiled as she pulled out her phone and handed it to him to insert his number. “You do make a very convincing husband. Perhaps I can hire you for weddings and Thanksgiving dinners?”

“Real husband, fake husband, a partner to do spontaneous, outrageous things with. You call me, and I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Feyre.”

It was perhaps the strangest and most generous offer she’d ever been given. When they parted ways, Feyre thought that she’d certainly filled her quota for an interesting story to tell. And maybe, most likely, she’d be calling that number very soon.

[mehphoobia]

TRIPLE TROUBLE

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Warnings- Language, extreme smut (I think most of it is just smut 😅), extreme cuteness.

Summary- Who knew moving into a new apartment would be so much fun if you have triplets as your neighbors. How much trouble can Peter, Tom and Arvin cause? only a lot...

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PART 2

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There you were standing below a building in front of the entrance with the truck that carried your stuff on your left and surrounded by utter commotion. Why were you here again? Oh yes, you had to move out of your apartment because your godforsaken landlord, well ex-godforsaken landlord had to hike up the rent. You couldn't pay that much of an amount just for your rent to live in that matchbox of a place. Of course it had a nice view, office was closer but the world had to adjust and so did you.

"Miss we are done unloading!" grunted the man. You flinched because of his tone but then you realize you had to pay the man. After fetching a couple of bucks and paying the man, you started your journey to the fifth floor because the lift decided to sleep that day, the very day you had to move and who were your travel buddies? fourteen cartons. Why did you have so much luggage in the first place? you could literally contemplate your life's decision in the time you would have to waste carrying each one them, one by one to your apartment. "Fuck man!" you cursed as you kicked an imaginary rock to let out a bit of your frustration.

Where was your boyfriend when you needed him? oh how could you forget! He cheated on you. There you have it, your life. You stopped thinking as you picked one of your box, just then you heard a voice, "Do you need help?" that angel asked you and you would have cried. you looked at him and you were mesmerized with his curls and a jawline that could cut paper.

"Is it that evident?" you asked and he chuckled. "Are you new here?" he asked picking up one of the boxes. "Yes, my name is Y/N I moving in to 503" you informed as you picked one yourself. He looked at you wide eyed with ripples on his forehead. "Oh so you are the new neighbor. Hello there my name is Peter. W- I live in 502" he smiled as you both entered the building. The work got done easily with someone helping you out. The view from here was not that great, all you could see was your neighbor's balcony. Peter joked that this way you could meet each other every day.

Oh wasn't that guy an absolute sweetheart. If he had a little bit of attitude he would totally be your type. He left after wishing you a good night and flashing that beautiful smile of his, damn you could melt. After moving so many boxes and climbing up and down the stairs, tiredness captured you. You changed into your pajamas and finished the pizza that you had earlier ordered and slept on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, after all those boxes had to be unboxed.

You woke up to someone's washing machine's sound. You were pretty sure that washing machine was trying to run away because of low maintenance. You tried not to stumble over you unpacked luggage as you walked down your hallway tying your hair up in a bun.

Your scrunchie that was tugged onto teeth as you were getting your disheveled hair together fell to the ground. There was a girl sitting on top of the washing machine, naked and the guy was busy eating her out. You sprinted into your room as you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes. You could feel your panties dampening because of her moans that were getting louder by the second. Luckily they took their show inside and you could finally breathe. Well, you didn't expect the view to be like that. Your neighbor with someone. Wait a minute, your neighbor, Peter?

"Wow" was all you could say before brushing your teeth and taking a bath. You never felt so ridiculously single before as you felt now. "fuck my life" was the mantra you kept chanting as you put on your shirt. "Idiot" you grunted as you realized that all your pants were packed and there was nothing you could put on below your shirt. Maybe except for the pencil skirt that somehow managed to escape and you had put it in your handbag as you found it at the last moment.

"Ah yes" you said grabbing the file which you were supposed to hand in today. You locked your door, double checked it and pressed the lift button.

As you were waiting for the lift, you heard Peter's door click open and the girl you saw today morning, yes the one sitting naked on the washing machine, made her way out. Her stumbling feet and incapability to even walk straight summarized her night. "Didn't she have a good time?" you thought to yourself and chuckled as she dared to take the stairs. Who takes the stairs when you have a perfectly fine lift?

"Good morning?" a very heavy voice said behind you. You turned behind to take a better look at him. "Good morning uh..Peter" you said obviously uncomfortable because he still smelt like sex.

"Oh yes me, Peter" he said laughing hysterically. You gulped as you stepped away from him. Sure you wanted him to have attitude but this is not what you expected. His cute little eyes were all hooded and spoke a different language today. As if you met someone else yesterday.

"Are you going up or down?" you asked in effort to change the topic as he walked closer towards you. "Going down kitten" he panted and smirked sheepishly. You could feel his breath as his hands checked you out. He smiled and started to walk away. He looked at you one last time before he locked his door. "Oh God" was all you could say as you clutched your shirt together. You would lie if you didn't feel aroused. Of course he was weird, hell, he was kind of a boy all mothers tell their daughters to be aware off. But this guy had a lot of surprises and were you gonna figure all of them out? Fuck yeah.

After handing over your file to your senior, you took the rest of the day off. On your way back to your apartment, you spotted a café. It was rustic and elegant and beautiful paintings hung on the wall. You stepped up to the cashier to place your order.

"Hi how may I help you?" gleamed the guy. Your smile disappeared when you looked at him. "Peter?" you questioned in confusion. "Peter?" he questioned back. "Uh we met today morning. Don't you remember? You helped me with the boxes too?" you explained. "Are you Y/N?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes" you replied in confusion. "Hi my name is T- Peter." he introduced himself. "yeah I know" you smiled embarrassingly. He noticed your expression and took a deep breath. "Miss Y/N why don't you have a seat? I think we need to talk." he spoke as if in an attempt to not mess things up.

You decided to sit down and talk to him. And you did. You realized he owned this café and a couple more around the city. His gentlemanly behavior was like a spell that enticed you. You could listen to him for hours. His honey glistened tone played their tricks on you.

"Why don't you come over for drinks tomorrow? We can spend a bit more time together" he suggested in a calm tone as he walked you towards your apartment. "Sure. Does 7 sound good?" you asked as you looked for your keys. "Perfect actually, we all will be home by then." "Great, I will see you tomorrow then" you said as you locked the door. What a strange guy? If someone would come and tell you that you saw three different versions of the same guy, you wouldn't be surprised.

You stood in pale pink dress that rested your hips and covered you till your mid thigs, that you hunted from your closet. You had spent the entire day unboxing and setting up your apartment. It was almost 7 and you were a bit tired but you would throw your away for the little get together you had with Peter.

Now standing outside their door clutching to the scented candle, you rang their bell. He opened the door and gestured you to come in. "In here" he said pointing towards a room that was co-joined with the balcony. As you were walking towards that room, you saw a photo frame. Your heart dropped. "Fucking triplets?" you murmured. "Hey kitten" "Hi Y/N" two voices spoke. You flinched at the sudden sound and they stood right behind you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you blurted out your question. You were no longer worried if you sounded rude. "All this time I thought I--you were lying to me?" you asked. "Y/N please listen" Peter spoke, the cute little one you had met for the first time.

You sat down, when they all started explaining themselves. First the other two introduced themselves. The guy near the lift was Arvin and the guy you had met at the café was Tom. Peter told you that he was the one who had started all this confusion because he fell for you at the first sight. He knew Erwin and Tom would like you too and how right he was.

"Peter couldn't control his excitement when he told us about you." Tom said caressing Peter's hair. All the anger somehow melted and turned into a genuine smile. Peter blushed when he saw you smiling, the same smile he fell in love with, they all did.

"Look I had a break up recently. He cheated on me and I might have a tough time adjusting to have another person in my life so soon and three of you together would be overwhelming so can we take it slow? like get to know each other first." you suggested to which Arvin sat down next to you.

"Take all the time you need kitten, we will be right here" he said as he stroked your hair. Soon he was joined by Tom, "1 month, spend one month with us and if its too much for you we will respect your decision." he said as he squatted down to your level. "Okay" you said after thinking about it for five minutes. Peter, baby walked to you and rested his head on shoulder as he sat next to you. Giggles filled the room as Tom cracked his bad jokes. Oh dear the three of them were walking trouble, triple trouble.

Now that you knew about their little secret, they took turns in spending time with you. Everyday Tom would drop you to your office and Arvin would pick you up. Peter would spend the weekends with you. Sometimes all the four of you went on a drive together. Peter would hold on to you as he clutched you from behind when you sat on the passenger seat.

1 month passed away like a jiffy taking away all the confusion and panic you had about being in a polyamories relationship and were you whipped for them. Of course you were.

It was a Sunday, exactly 1 month later, here you were sitting on the couch with all three of them. "So what do you think?" Tom asked you as he pulled you closer. "Do like us now?" Peter asked you with his puppy eyes. "I have always liked you but" you smiled as you continued, "I love you, all the three of you." you smiled with how fast Peter started crying after you finished. Arvin came close to you as he caressed your cheek.

Tom pulled you in for a kiss. His tender lips felt so soft on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he could easily slip his tongue in your mouth. Arvin dragged his lips on your neck, marking you as his, their's. Never breaking the kiss Tom dragged the zip of your dress exposing your black lace. "So pretty" Arvin moaned as he took notice of your exposed self.

You broke the kiss as your eyes landed on Peter. Tom and Arvin sensed you pulling away and looked at each other. "Peter is it too much for you? if you don't want-" "No" Peter's sudden confession stopped you midway.

"I want this, I do want you but I have never done it before." Peter confessed embarrassingly. You smiled as you pulled him close to you. "It's okay I will take care of you, don't you worry." As you pulled his pant's zip down exposing the dent that he was trying hide, Tom chuckled. Peter whimpered when you fetched his member out the confines and licked off the leaking precum. Tom slid your bra away and Arvin had his hands exploring your womanhood.

You licked a wide strip, leaving Peter withering above you. He clutched your hair when you suddenly made eye contact with him and pushed you down on his cock. His cock was girthy and long with made arousal drip from your pussy. Arvin was quick to spread your arousal, lubricating you. Tom had one of your nipple in his mouth as he lay below you.

Peter's girthy cock sat at the back of your throat leaving him in all moans. Suddenly Arvin pushed one of his digits in your leaking pussy. The sudden intrusion choked a moan out of you. The vibration of your moan had Peter's head falling back in pleasure. "You like that, kitten? You like my fingers in you?" you swallowed at Arvin's filthy words. "Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers, fuck you till you are shaking?" Tom said while rubbing your nipples together at the same time. Arvin rubbed your clit with his thumb as you bobbed you head up and down on Peter's cock.

"Such a good pussy, Tom" Arvin panted. "Vin' e-every time you talk like that, she s-swallows and it feels so fucking good." Peter said in between his moans. "Yeah? you like it when we talk dirty?" a sudden slap sent vibration throughout your pussy and you swallowed your moan. That was it for Peter, he came in your mouth and you could feel hot cum filling your throat.

You popped off of Peter's cock as Arvin pulled you backwards and kissed you. It was messy and rough and you loved it. "Do you want Tom to fuck you?" Arvin asked. On his cue Tom pulled out his cock and slid a condom on it and lined up at your entrance. "P-Please" you managed to say while Arvin continued to rub your clit. "Please what kitten?" he pushed you towards your edge. "Please fuck me" you moaned. "Fuck her Tom and don't cum till I say" Arvin commanded.

Peter took one your nipples in his mouth as he Arvin pushed through your velvety folds slowly allowing you to adjust. Arvin wasn't as girthy as Peter but he was longer than him. Tom bottomed out with a grunt, "so tight and wet. N-Not gonna last".

"P-Please m-move" you mumbled and it was enough for Tom to fetch out his cock completely and slam it in again. Soon he set a pace which had you writhing under him.

With Tom fucking you at a past that has you drifting to heaven and Arvin rubbing you clit vigorously with Peter sucking your nipples together was enough to send you over the edge. "Can I cum, Pplease?" you panted. "Not yet kitten" with that soon Arvin replaced his thumb with his tongue. "Come on kitten cream all over his cock. need you taste you." he said and it was enough for you to let go.

You had never cum this hard in your life. You could feel Tom's softening cock slip out of your pussy and Arvin was kind enough to clean all the mess with his tongue. The overstimulation was too much for you so you came second time that night.

All the three of you were staring at the ceiling, panting when you spoke, "Oh I am definitely into trouble".

"Triple Trouble" all of them spoke together.

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A/N- Hey guys, so this is just another fic in my draft. Tumblr is making me write all my fantasies and do I like it? I freaking love it.

I am thinking about posting a Sebastian Stan fic so if you have any requests please send them to me. I have been waiting to write a fic on him.

Oh ok on heavy request, HEAVY request there will be a part 2 of this fic..damn guys I received so many asks for this one 😂

for part 2 I didn't really plan anything it was just going to be a simple fic but look how that turned out to be?

if you have any specific plot for part 2 send me in your request i will definitely go through it..

Love yourself..you are worth it ❣❣

[mysticmeadowscamp]

hi so since last thursday , i have been volunteering at my high school’s freshman and sophomore orientations with my besties and i wanted to share some experiences that remind me of the campfire kids

(sorry in advance for long)

•there was this tiny litol freshman girl who came dressed in all pink like lolita style with HUGE heels and she was my hero

•alternatively there was another freshman with cool ass custom grunge clothes like safety pins everywhere (they cut the bottom half of their left pant leg off , ripped the top of it up and reattached it with safety pins all around and it looked fucking sick) , rips , sharpie words all over , patches , FINGERLESS GLOVES !!!

•one friend and i would greet each other every time we saw each other by going “hola mi amorrrrr”/“hey sexy”/“aiiii it’s the love of my life”/etc

•that same friend and i are very touchy (we would bonk heads or hold hands or kiss each other’s foreheads through our mask) and i think some people thought we are dating but we are not we are jus platonically whipped for each other (i lowkey have a crush on her but shhh)

•one friend would drive me to the school every morning and one morning she pulled into the little plaza thing right next to the school bc she wanted to go to the liquor store to buy gum . she exited the car and screams “WHERE IS THE LIQUOR STORE ??? WHY IS THERE A THAI RESTAURANT ??? I WAS HERE LIKE LAST WEEK” (the liquor store was replaced with a thai restaurant like 4 months ago and now we are convinced that she probably came to the thai restaurant and walked around inside it hallucinating that it was still a liquor store)

•my best friend bought us cold drinks and we screamed the words to “Somebody That I Used To Know” by Gyote together with the windows down on the way to my house bc we wanted to feel like those teenagers in movies

•on one of the days my best friend and i were like “y’know what ? we have access to a car and money , let’s go to barnes and noble” and we went and vibed and it was pog . the cashier was trying not to laugh bc my friend got litol bookmark clip thingies that are dinosaurs with glasses but i got a book about serial killers

•at lunch yesterday one of my friends was eating pickles out of one of those little plastic sauce cups ?? like just raw plain pickles ???? even though she had a whole sandwich right there that she could eat ??????????

•this friend had the audacity to judge me for liking broccoli on pizza >:(

•for a few of the days , i worked at the room that the kids would get their ID photos taken and my job was to get them separated alphabetically bc they had to get this little card thing first otherwise they couldn’t get their ID and the cards were in alphabetical order separated into 3 groups based on last name (A-D, E-L, M-Z) so i would have to shout so all the kids could hear me go “LINE UP BY LAST NAME , GET YOUR CARD THEN GO TO ROOM 64” and some kids just wouldn’t pay attention and they wouldn’t get that first card thingy which started holding up the line for photos and then everyone would complain to me as if it was my fault so i got frustrated and started screaming louder and more like ,,, angy like “LINE UP BY LAST NAME AND GET YOUR CARD , IF YOU DONT GET YOUR CARD YOU BETTER START PRAYING TO WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN THAT I DONT FIND OUT . AFTER YOU GET YOUR CARD GO TO ROOM 64” and one of my friends started laughing and was like “YES GIRL SCREAM AT THE KIDS !! LIVE OUT MY DREAM”

•yesterday was the last day so all the volunteers did a closing activity as a group where we taped a piece of paper to our backs and anybody could write whatever compliment/comment they wanted on it anonymously and it was very sweet and some people cried it was just wholesome and nice

•one of my friends came up to me during this activity , grinned at me like >:] and immediately turned around bc he wanted me to write something like bro that was not the point of the activity but i will in fact write something

•we also played a game on the first day called “birdie and perch” where one person is the birdie and one person is the perch and basically everyone moves around the room and the birdie has to find their perch and sit on their knee and i (5’2/5’3) was the perch for this guy (5’9 , US size 16 shoes) and it was fucking chaos , he would sprint to me across the gym like his life depended on it and all you would hear is BOOM BOOM BOOM and then he would find me and come to a complete stop right in front of me and then gently sit

THAT LAST ONE IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY TO IMAGINE DHDNHDNHFDBDNHDDJ HE JUST SITS SO GENTLY DHJDDJHDJDJD

oh god these are all wonderful i love that sm GDJHDJDDK

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Five

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3601

Warnings: ANGST, Bucky most definitely needs a hug halfway through this, bad language words

A/N: I’m flattered and frankly overwhelmed with the love and support everyone is showing for this little story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🥰

A/N 2: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

In case you missed the update, I will try to publish a new chapter every Saturday from here on out. 🤞

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

Whistles and sirens were blaring inside Bucky’s head as he stared at Peter’s neighbor. Everything within him was screaming at him to run away. His anxiety ticked up. Could this really be (Y/N)? 

He would have recognized her voice anywhere. God only knew how many times he’d listened and relistened to her voicemail. He wasn’t obsessive; he just liked the dips-the peaks and valleys-in her voice and the self-deprecating laugh she’d made. And with his super soldier hearing- he’d learned a knack for these things.

Bucky stood unmoving and breathless while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in front of her door. All he could do was stare at her. He had never imagined in a million years meeting her face-to-face. It was like a dream. A weird but wonderful dream. 

He was stunned by her beauty as he gazed into her smiling face. Not that he’d ever pictured her being unattractive.

No siree.

It was a shock to have her here now, but to have her looking the way she did? (Y/N) was gorgeous. Her eyes sparkled with giddiness, and pink tinged the apples of her cheeks.

He must have finally died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation he could think of right now.

Because there (Y/N) was, in front of him and in the flesh, still shaking his hand.

Still.

Bucky’s stomach swooped with the feeling of embarrassment. He could feel the skin of his face warming quickly. He was just like Lang meeting Steve at the airport in Germany. An overeager puppy. 

God, he was an idiot.

He caught an uncomfortable look flash across (Y/N)’s face but continued pumping her arm. Peter cleared his throat beside him, and (Y/N) grinned wider in response. 

A dazzling smile.

“Gonna need my hand back to unlock the door,” she said with a soft chuckle. 

Bucky dropped it like he’d been burned. He could see Peter giving him a goofy look out of the corner of his eye. Like that kid wasn’t awkward as fuck around girls. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand. 

What was he thinking, shaking her hand so long?

Bucky clumsily followed (Y/N) and Peter into her apartment after the deadbolt was unlocked and nearly dumped her grocery bags on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Peter threw him another weird look.

“Please excuse my friend,” Peter quipped, patting Bucky on the shoulder.  “Apparently, he just learned to walk yesterday.”

(Y/N) laughed politely at the joke, and Bucky blushed furiously. 

From the stories Steve had told him about their past and “sweeping dames off their feet,” why was this so hard? It should be like taking candy from a baby. He had a rapport with her, not that she knew, but it should be more comfortable than it was. His shoulders slumped.

“S-sorry,” Bucky stuttered out. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at the apology, and his chest constricted.

“Don’t worry about it,” (Y/N) reasoned, “I just had the floors waxed.” She winked at him as she grabbed a bag from his arms.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. She winked. She fucking winked!  

Was (Y/N) flirting? Did he flirt back? Did he even remember how? He would have known what to do if they were texting instead. Their whole relationship was easier when they weren’t face-to-face. When he couldn’t see how the light in the kitchen made her hair shine or how her eyes twinkled when she laughed, he was a lot smoother. 

Smooth like creamy peanut butter. 

It was so frustrating only remembering bits and snatches of his old memories. This situation was nothing like the girl at the coffee shop he sometimes visited or the corner market’s cashier. This was (Y/N). This was someone he’d reciprocate the advances from- given half a chance. Someone he definitely didn’t have feelings for, though.

Nope. Not at all. 

From somewhere hidden deep inside, the darkness crept in. You think she’s flirting with you? You think she wants someone like you? She pities you, his inner voice said—pity for a sad, broken man. 

The breath previously stuck inside him rushed out in a sob.  His stomach plunged to his feet again, but not in embarrassment this time. This time, it was for actually believing he might have a chance with (Y/N). Thinking she’d settle for someone like him. 

He was dangerous. He was a murderer.

(Y/N)’s face filled with concern, eyebrows pinching together, and she edged closer. She raised a hand to touch him but thought twice. “You okay?”

Bucky shook his head to dispel the bleak thoughts. “Ye-yeah, sorry.” The room kept spinning. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Would you like some water?” (Y/N) asked, rushing to the cupboard to pull down a glass to fill.

Peter stepped closer to his side. “You don’t look too good, man. Yer not havin’ one of your flashbacks, are ya?”

Bucky looked at Peter for a moment, puzzled. Flashback? His grapefruit was too scrambled to conjure up any of the horrors he experienced at night during the day. “No, kid. I’m fine,” he lied. 

Peter inched back slightly, but still within reach if the worst should happen. 

Bucky saw (Y/N) watching him expectantly, tilting the glass in his direction. “No, thank you, ma’am. Water won’t be necessary.”

He observed (Y/N)’s eyes slowly widen in shock.  

“Ma’am?” (Y/N) asked in mock offense. “Ma’am?”

Peter started laughing as Bucky’s mouth popped open in a horrified “O.” He tried to protest, but nothing would come out. 

(Y/N) turned to Peter, who was now gasping in laughter. “It’s the cardigan, huh?” she questioned jokingly. “It makes me look like a crazy cat lady, doesn’t it?”

Bucky’s face flushed instantly. “That’s not…” he argued, the end of his sentence coming out as a groan instead. 

How had this night and their meeting gone downhill so quickly? He couldn’t do anything right around (Y/N), it seemed.

How could he win her heart if he was just some bumbling fool? 

Oh, god! Was he actively trying to win (Y/N) over?

Bucky’s pulse hammered underneath his skin. He’d finally met the girl he was falling for, and he was mucking up the whole thing. The instinct to flee suddenly kicked into high gear. 

He took one last look at Peter, hunched over in laughter and holding his stomach. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the kid. He had some nerve! He slid his eyes over to where (Y/N) stood. Her expression was rapidly morphing from good-humored to regret. 

Bucky placed the final bag he held on the counter and huffed a sigh before walking past (Y/N) and Peter out of the kitchen, heading for the door. (Y/N) caught the nook of his elbow as he passed, stopping him.

He looked down at the delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, and his heart lurched. She wasn’t afraid, he thought. She knew who he was- what he was- and she wasn’t afraid. He brought his gaze back up to hers. He could easily break every finger of her hand, but there was no fear in her eyes—just remorse.

“I apologize,” (Y/N) assured. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her hand skimmed down his forearm to his wrist and left behind the fleeting feeling of her touch.

“It’s fine,” Bucky said gruffly. “I was leaving anyway.” He nodded at Peter, who had managed to pull himself together from his laughing fit, and gave (Y/N) a thin-lipped smile. He made his way to the door. 

(Y/N)’s face dropped as he walked away. “Oh. Well, thank you for your help with my groceries,” she called.

Bucky’s step faltered as he walked through the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder at (Y/N) for a moment and shut the door.

He had had no desire to leave the radiant presence of (Y/N), but if he didn't, the fluttering he felt inside would have turned into a full-blown panic attack while thinking about every misstep he’d taken. 

Reaching the sidewalk outside (Y/N) and Peter’s building, Bucky expelled a huge exhale. 

“Well, that was a fucking disaster,” he grumbled to himself. 

He stomped down the sidewalk to where he’d parked the car he’d borrowed from the compound. He wrenched the driver-side door open in frustration, nearly ripping the thing off. He slid inside and stared out the windshield. Was there a way back from this? Or was he destined to spend eternity in the friend zone?

Bucky wrung his hands around the steering wheel and let out a moan of exasperation. He started the ignition and gave one last glance to (Y/N)’s building. He tucked away any hope he thought he might’ve had with her in the far recesses of his mind and drove away. 

Bucky was trembling by the time he returned to the compound. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he strode down one of the many halls leading to his quarters. He had worked himself into a frenzy on the drive home. 

It was her, he thought, gliding his gloved hand through the hair that had come loose from the earlier knot he’d tied. It was definitely (Y/N).

There was no mistaking it was her, now. Bucky was absolutely sure. (Y/N)’s voicemail had played over and over in his mind on the ride upstate.

Bucky stalked down the hallway, cursing himself again for blowing any modicum of a chance he had with (Y/N).

What was he saying? Did he stand a real chance with her? He was The Winter fucking Solider. The Asset. Soldat. 

Of course not.

He growled as he moved closer to his apartment, his sanctuary. It was the only place he could find any real solace nowadays.

Struggling with his internal conflict, focusing too much on the what-ifs, he didn’t see the solid wall of muscle until it was too late.

“Whoa, Buck! Easy there,” Steve said as he steadied his dazed best friend. “Where’s the fire?”

Bucky glimpsed into Steve’s eyes, his own shimmering with sadness. Steve thought the world of him. He could do no wrong, according to Steve. What would he think after this? 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, voice full of worry. 

“I fucked up, Stevie,” Bucky lamented, eyes now downcast to the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asked, grabbing hold of Bucky’s shoulder.  “What did you do?”

Bucky’s eyes flicked back up to Steve’s face, and he watched fear crawl across it.

His body practically crumpled inwardly. “It was her,” Bucky said. “She was right in front of me.”

“Her who?” Steve questioned. The look of fear slipped into one of misunderstanding once he realized no immediate threat or harm was coming to Bucky.

Bucky chuckled. “(Y/N).” His focus wasn’t on Steve anymore, but just over his right shoulder. His eyes were wistful. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “She was so...God, she was just so beautiful.”

Bucky proceeded when Steve continued to stare at him blankly. “She was a breath of fresh air after you’ve run at full-speed for what seems, like, forever.”

“A breath of fresh air?”

“Yes!”

“I’m still not exactly sure who we’re talkin’ about,” Steve confessed.

“God, punk! Pay attention,” Bucky groused, swiping both hands through his hair.

“Who’s (Y/N) again?”

“She’s the girl,” Bucky explained.

“The girl?” Steve asked, still not quite understanding.

“The girl,” Bucky emphasized.

A look of realization finally dawned on Steve’s face. “(Y/N)? The girl you’ve been texting?”

“YES!” Bucky exclaimed emphatically. “For a smart guy, you can be pretty dense.”

“Wait, how?”

“I was helping Parker with some schoolwork, and she’s his neighbor, apparently,” Bucky answered.

“She’s Peter’s neighbor? In Queens?” 

“Did you have a stroke or somethin’?” Bucky wondered. “Yes, in Queens. Next door to Parker.” 

“You didn’t tell me she was in New York,” Steve said, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“I didn’t think it mattered at the time,” Bucky admitted. “It wasn’t like I ever planned to meet her in person.”

“So, what now? Did you ask her on a date?” 

“What?!” Bucky asked in disbelief. He goggled at his best friend like he’d grown a second head. “What part of ‘I fucked up’ didn’t you understand?”

“It couldn’t’ve been that bad,” Steve soothed. “What exactly happened?”

Bucky recounted the whole bungled interaction, down to every gory detail.

“And you just stood there, staring at her?” Steve asked, slightly wincing in secondhand discomfort.

“With my mouth open and everything. Like I was a goddamn fish out of water,” Bucky stated candidly. He scuffed a foot across the linoleum floor. He could feel the anxiety building inside him again.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think?” 

Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed to the messaging app. “Parker said, and I quote, ‘Way to make it weird with Miss (Y/L/N).’”

Steve looked nonplussed. “H-how?”

Bucky threw up his arms in defeat. His hands landed atop his head, and his fingers snaked into his hair, pulling at the roots. “I dunno what happened! I realized I was actually talking to (Y/N), and my insides turned to jelly!” 

Steve stepped forward and guided Bucky’s hands from his hair. Empathy and compassion filled his crystalline eyes.

“How...how do I fix this, Stevie?” Bucky whimpered softly.

Steve sighed. “I don’t know if it can be fixed, but you need to talk to her.”

Bucky blanched at the thought. “I-I-I can’t,” he stammered.

“Why?”

“I like what we have,” Bucky explained. “I like that I’m just James from Brooklyn with her.”

His mouth thinned as he picked at his flesh hand’s thumbnail. “Plus, if I tell (Y/N) who I really am, she’ll judge everything going forward on today’s meeting.”

“You really like her, huh?” Steve queried.

“Well, yeah,” Bucky answered, blushing a bit. “She’s pretty great.”

A smirk lifted at the corners of Steve’s mouth. “No, I mean, you really like her.”

Bucky’s blush deepened. “I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Steve huffed a small laugh, faintly shaking his head. He held up his hands in mock surrender. He took a step closer to his best friend. “Whatever you decide to do- whether it’s to tell her the truth or just suss out the situation- just talk to her.” He placed a hand on Bucky’s right shoulder and squeezed gently. “Don’t wait too long, though, and miss your opportunity. You’ll be kickin’ yourself.”

Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “I know.”

“Everyone deserves good things to come to them. You most of all, Buck.” Steve squeezed one more time before dropping his hand to his side.

Bucky blinked rapidly at the sentiment, trying his best to keep the emotion out of his eyes. He smiled. “Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

After a long shower to help himself unwind and wash away all the stress of the day, Bucky was sprawled out on his bed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting sweats. His phone was in the palm of his hand, and his heart was doing flip flops in his chest. His anxiety was gradually spiking, undoing the purpose of the earlier shower. It had been nearly two hours since he charged out of (Y/N)’s apartment. Why hadn’t she texted him? 

Before he could overthink it more than he already had, he punched in a text and initiated the conversation.

Bucky Hey, doll. How was your day?

He stared at the screen of his phone, willing (Y/N) to reply. 

He watched the words go in and out of focus as he continued to observe the unchanging text thread. His right palm was beginning to sweat.

Several minutes passed before Bucky gave up and threw the phone to the bed. He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against his thighs to keep them occupied, only to find himself crossing his arms across his chest moments later. Seconds afterward, he uncrossed his arms, balling his hands into fists. He reached for the book on the nightstand, hoping for a distraction from the silence of his phone. 

He was inevitably waiting for a text he knew wasn’t coming. 

Bucky consciously tried to read the words on the page, but his mind kept drifting. (Y/N) was smart. She had obviously put two and two together, and she was currently composing a polite yet firm text dismissing him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The silence was maddening!

He shoved the bookmark back in the book, tossed it on the nightstand roughly, and got up from the bed to start pacing. Periodically, his hands would find their way into his wet locks, tugging ever so slightly.

After what seemed like the twentieth circuit around the bedroom, a soft buzzing came from the mattress top. Bucky rushed toward the bed and retrieved the device. He clutched it to his heaving chest before exhaling loudly.

Moment of truth, he thought.

He raised the phone to see the screen.

(Y/N) Hey, sorry! I must’ve dozed off while taking my bath. 

(Y/N) Didn’t mean to leave you hanging!

A weight lifted from Bucky’s shoulders. She hadn’t purposely meant to ignore his text. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Bucky Don’t worry about it.

(Y/N) I guess I was more tired than I thought. 

Bucky Should I let you go?

(Y/N) No, no...I can chat.

Bucky So, how was your day?

(Y/N) It was good. The subway was on time this morning. Timmons wasn’t too much of a pain in the ass, even though we are in the middle of putting together a huge, new account. 

(Y/N) I had dinner with Robyn at Penelope to discuss centerpieces for the wedding. 

Bucky held his breath as he watched the ellipses blink on his phone. This is it. This is where (Y/N) let him down easy.

(Y/N) Then, I came home to a hot bath and a bottle of wine.

Bucky reread the last text three times before it sank in that (Y/N) hadn’t mentioned anything about running into him. Maybe it really was okay.

(Y/N) Oh, and I met my first Avenger today.

There it was. That’s what Bucky had been waiting for. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and flapped slowly up to his chest. His thumbs gracelessly typed out his message.

Bucky Oh, yeah? Who’d you meet?

Bucky tried to calm his breathing as he anticipated (Y/N)’s reply.

(Y/N) It is was something like Bunky or Borky. The one with the metal arm.

Borky?!

Bucky You mean Bucky?

(Y/N) Yup. Thats the one!

Bucky Well…???

(Y/N) He was absolutely adorkable! 

Bucky Adorkable? 🤔

What the hell does that even mean? Bucky wondered, gripping his phone a little tighter.

(Y/N) You know, adorable but dorky. Adorkable!

Bucky Oh.

(Y/N) He wouldn’t stop shaking my hand when my neighbor introduced us and he was just staring. he almost dropped my groceries all over the kitchen because he wouldn’t stop staring. 

Bucky Wait, your neighbor knows an Avenger?

(Y/N) Pssh! Im pretty sure hes an avenger too!

Bucky What?!?! 😳 Which one???

Bucky’s heart started galloping as he read (Y/N)’s words. Did she know about Parker?

(Y/N) hes obviously spiderman

Oh, shit! She did. 

Bucky How do you figure?

(Y/N) same height/build...ive listened to interviews with spiderman...sounds just like peter...he has an “internship” at stark industries...and i saw peter climbing up the side of our building once in the spiderman costume

(Y/N) spiderman is peter parker

(Y/N) dont tell anyone i told you though...its a secret

Bucky How much wine have you had, doll?

(Y/N) 1 or 2 glasses y?

Bucky chuckled at (Y/N)’s obliviousness. She was quite “adorkable” when she was drinking.

Bucky Your grammar has gone to shit, and you think your neighbor is Spider-Man.

(Y/N) grammar schwammer and he is

Bucky threw his head back in a full laugh. He was suddenly glad he took Steve’s advice and texted (Y/N). She really wasn’t bothered he’d made a fool of himself earlier. At least, not with a little wine in her.

(Y/N) Like borky, you should have seen borky barnes! he turned red as a tomato when he almost dropped my stuff...i think someone was smitten

Bucky’s stomach rolled when he noticed the subject change. She wasn’t going to let it go.

Bucky Can you blame him? I bet you’re cute as a button.

(Y/N) well obvi...i feel bad though...i kinda gave him a hard time for calling me ma’am...i regretted it the sec it happened...he kinda stormed out...i know i hurt his feelings

(Y/N) he was just being polite cuz you know- manners

Bucky What would you do if you saw him again?

Now was his chance to see where he stood. To know if he even had a fighting chance.

(Y/N) probably apologize profusely then ask him out for a cup of coffee

Bucky You’d ask him out for a cup of coffee?

(Y/N) y not? hes easy on the eyes and when those baby blues are locked on you-its hypnotizing

And just like that, Bucky knew he was back in the game.

10:37 pm- later that night

Bucky Hey, dipshit. (Y/N) knows you’re Spider-Man.

Parker

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bored so i’m answering all 150 questions from an ask meme for myself

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

a girl from my math class last semester, after i fell TWICE while wearing platform shoes... she offered me her hand for stability and i accepted

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

outgoing around other people my age or with adults i'm familiar with, more shy with like... cashiers

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

uhhh my new roommates! i'm getting two roommates at college this year and it'll be nice to meet them :)

4. Are you easy to get along with?

yes! i'm not even gonna be coy about that, i get along with other people easily and i know that by now lol

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

>has never been drunk >does not know what "the person you like" means in this context

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

always depends, but gnc women and nblw are a surefire way to my heart... short hair and pants with a belt...... my face is heating up just thinking about it

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

No

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

what does this even mean. like, my dad?????

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

no but in the right circumstance it can. i don't make many sexual jokes with my friends or even talk about it really though... but i wouldn't mind if they did. just because i haven't had sex doesn't mean i'm not thinking about it, and it's curious that this whole aspect of life has been sort of blocked off from my conversations

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

deep conversation, huh... i'm not sure. i only get deep and existentialist with myself, i guess. it just hasn't come up in conversation yet

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

it's pictures to my parents from when we went off-roading yesterday

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

oh this is impossible... ok don't make fun of me. DoReMiFa Rondo - 40meterP, The Last Shanty - Derina Harvey Band, Lake Ponchartrain - Ludo, My Dad is Rich - Danny Gonzalez, and ol' reliable, High School Never Ends - Bowling for Soup

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

yes! there was a girl in high school who liked doing that in freshman year when my hair was long... she liked the curls :]

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

well, luck is just something we say after something has already happened - "boy, that was lucky!" "it's unlucky that it went that way" - but there's no quality in a person that will ensure future endeavors work out or don't by fate alone. my perspective is of course influenced by the fact that i don't believe in superstition or any higher power

15. What good thing happened this summer?

i started writing letters to a friend overseas! i have a real penpal now!!!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

have not kissed anyone

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

the universe is fucking HUGE dude. yes, but we have never had any contact with them, and likely never will... though humans may eventually expand to civilizations on other worlds

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

my first real crush was on a girl in my freshman year, and she left after sophomore year, so no

19. Do you like bubble baths?

ummm sure! i took them more when i was a kid though. showers are just easier

20. Do you like your neighbors?

ive lived in this house since i was 10 and i don't know any of my neighbors lmao

21. What are you bad habits?

uhh i don't exercise much. i could stand to walk outside more often during summers, since i don't have any reason to go out to like class or whatever

22. Where would you like to travel?

i've been wanting to travel across europe since like middle school...... other places would be nice too, but language barriers scare me lol

23. Do you have trust issues?

nah

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

talking to my friends :] also i fucking love ice water

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

oh we're really going there huh. uuuhhh i'm not like uncomfortable with my legs but i NEVER wear shorts outside of my house/dorm and haven't since i was a kid... except the PE shorts in 7th/8th grade and my high school uniform which was a skirt and knee socks. ive just worn pants since middle school... i guess back then i thought i didn't have the body for it, and now it's because i haven't shaved my legs since i was 17. again i'm not uncomfortable with that and in fact i think i look good in shorts, it's just that i don't think that would be... presentable. i guess my "no one has to shave" activism doesn't start with me lol

26. What do you do when you wake up?

pull my blankets onto me if they've been kicked off and i'm cold, get my glasses, take my meds, start using my phone. i'll get my phone before anything else if i had a dream, though, so i can immediately write it in my dream journal

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

this is a weird question. no.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my friends... so i guess alone in my room. i'm really looking forward to having a friend group or girlfriend irl who i'm completely comfortable being with

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

have not had an ex but boy that sounds dramatic

30. Do you ever want to get married?

yes! and i want a huge white ballgown for my wedding

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yes, but half of my head is shaved, so a ponytail would be wonky

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

LMAO...... i literally don't think about celebrities enough to have an answer to this, terribly sorry

33. Spell your name with your chin.

my url: zlhgdfbjjb wow that sucked

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

nope, i didn't even in high school. i was in dance as a freshman and did theater tech for the rest

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

tv. and dimension 20 doesn't count as television

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

literally every time lol. well irl at least. unfortunately every time i liked someone i knew they didn't like me back and every time someone liked me i didn't like them back...... so it's just been a series of tragic coincidences u_u

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

"............so! uh, " followed by something relevant

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

honestly just someone i can have a genuine and candid conversation with... someone similar to me, but different enough that they can say things that will catch me off guard and make me laugh... someone whose interests overlap with mine and whose skills are different so we can work in tandem... and is a six foot three punk rock chick with washboard abs and a voice like thunder, of course

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

idk i'm not really into uh. experiences

40. What do you want to do after high school?

i didn't know in high school and i don't know now. i'm in community college though, and soon i'll transfer somewhere else..... majoring in computer programming! idfk honestly my life is just gonna happen, i'm not really trying to plan for it

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

god. i guess. sometimes people have just shown themselves to be Bad, though, and i don't think it's wrong to distrust someone even if they have apologized. everyone's done bad things, things they regret, things they can't believe they did... and it's up to all of us individually to decide who we can forgive and when

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

i probably just don't have anything to add to the conversation at that time. or i'm zoning out. i'm not sad often enough to have "you're quiet, are you sad?" as the first option in anyone's mind

43. Do you smile at strangers?

like, on the street? no, i don't make eye contact with other people. unless i'm expected to, ie cashiers, waiters, classmates/teachers, etc - basically, eye contact means a smile, assuming it was on purpose

 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

the ocean certainly has more interesting stuff, right? i think i've always wanted to go to space though lol

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

have to pee

46. What are you paranoid about?

uhhh nothing. paranoia is pretty irrational, right? the delusions i have are very infrequent and even those are usually buoyed by my lifetime of skepticism, so i don't think i have an answer to this question

47. Have you ever been high?

yes! almost always edibles, but a friend at college had a bong she let me hit a few times. i kept making people coach me through all the steps because i was afraid of doing it wrong lol. i don't mention being high to my friends online though... i guess i fear that they'd have a negative reaction to it? or at least wouldn't know how to respond? i dunno, i guess that's the drawback of being friends since you were all prudish teens. maybe i'll start being more open about it... i'm 20, after all, you'd think i know how to be an adult by now

48. Have you ever been drunk?

nope, i think i'm waiting until i'm 21, unless my friends at college this year put me in a real good circumstance for it

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

errr. i suppose. but why would i mention it if i didn't want anyone to find out? ;P

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

black! i haven't worn my hoodie in a while, though. summer heat and all

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

ohhh yes. recently my executive dysfunction has gotten the better of me... i feel like a third-person observer in my own life. i wish this consciousness of mine were someone better at doing schoolwork

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

can we get those executives to function

53. Favourite makeup brand?

i have never put on makeup in my life

54. Favourite store?

idfk. see's candies?

55. Favourite blog?

@aphternoon

56. Favourite colour?

light blue! like miku!

57. Favourite food?

i never have a good answer for this. in architecture camp when i was 16, my answer was rice - as in, white rice with butter, because it's so dependable, and it really is fucking good. i haven't come up with a better response since

58. Last thing you ate?

steak and potatoes made by my dad

59. First thing you ate this morning?

chocolate milk. every time i make it, i think of all the times i made it before. i'm kind of connected across time to all my past selves..... a plastic red solo cup, using a metal spoon to get two and a half heaping spoonfuls of nesquik, and maybe another tiny bit for good measure, pouring milk from the gallon, stirring it all up, and sometimes even whipped cream.... when i put the spoon in my mouth to catch the residual flavor before putting it in the sink, it's the same way i've done it for years, since i was a teenager, since the mornings before middle school, since i was a child and was much closer to the counter. one time when i was very young, i was sad, crying, and my mom made me some chocolate milk, and it made me feel better. it always makes me feel better. i drank it when i was five. i made it this morning.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

i submitted a pun for pi day once in my senior year and it's the only time i ever got on stage for our morning assembly announcements. i won a small pie

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

nope

62. Been arrested? For what?

nope

63. Ever been in love?

never

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

haven't had it. i did witness my cousin's, though, when i was in middle school, because we were over at a friend's house, and . that moment in time gave me the impression that my first kiss was soon to come, and it wasn't

65. Are you hungry right now?

now that you mention it yeah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

since i graduated yeah

67. Facebook or Twitter?

twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

no i'm listening to Antonio Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - Fall - Allegro. oh wait it's just switched, now it's Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - Autumn - mvt 3 Allegro

70. Names of your bestfriends?

too shy to say......

71. Craving something? What?

dude you JUST asked me if i'm hungry, i haven't decided yet!!!

72. What colour are your towels?

when i go to school the towels i bring are blue

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

one right now somehow. and a uhhhhh

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

ok fine i have a dakimakura. it was a gift from my brother. i got him a titty mousepad the next christmas though so we're even

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

oh i used to have a fuckton... any ones i have left would be in my closet though. but i still cherish my 4ft rainbow trout pillow

75. Favourite animal?

ringed seal my beloved

76. What colour is your underwear?

do you people have uniform colors for your underwear? the ones i'm wearing are black if you really care to know

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

generally vanilla i think

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

at school sometimes they had a froyo machine and sometimes the flavors would be vanilla and cappuccino and the swirl of that was so fucking heavenly. i know froyo isn't technically ice cream but shut the fuck up

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

it's a white shirt that says "i ♡ the colorblind" and the ♡ is one of those colorblind tests with all the circles and in it it says "secretly loathe"

80. What colour pants?

wearing shorts rn but all i have are jeans that are blue or black. some pajama pants though

81. Favourite tv show?

uhhh i watched severance recently and it rules. idk if i have a favorite. i mostly watch dimension 20 honestly

82. Favourite movie?

encanto is kind of a comfort movie for me at this point... also penn & teller get killed should have been a cult classic but idk if people who didn't have a brief hyperfixation on penn & teller would agree with me. oh and the tintin movie is underrated

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

before my freshman year i told myself i was gonna watch mean girls so i could understand high school culture and then i literally never watched it

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

i've seen neither

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

why does this person like mean girls so much

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

??????? the jellyfish?????

87. First person you talked to today?

umm i texted my roommates for the upcoming schoolyear if that counts

88. Last person you talked to today?

brief interaction with my mom

89. Name a person you hate?

you could show me any republican and i would detest them immediately

90. Name a person you love?

idk i'm pretty attached to all the d20 people, those guys are great. well, almost all of them

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

[cracks my knuckles] [stares into the eyes of the mr beast photo pinned to my dartboard]

92. In a fight with someone?

i'm not that involved in drama!!

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

i don't know if this single pair counts as sweatpants or if it's just gray pajama pants with pockets

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

like two i think

95. Last movie you watched?

what's up doc? (1972). fucking sucked

96. Favourite actress?

idk celebrities

97. Favourite actor?

idk celebrities

98. Do you tan a lot?

in my experience i tan easily and rarely burn but i went out in the sun more often as a kid so that might not be up to date

99. Have any pets?

we used to have two dogs and then one, and then chickens in the backyard... ive always been allergic to cats but i somehow became allergic to dogs too in recent years :( no pets right now though

100. How are you feeling?

pretty good. mildly worried about a project in my summer class with vague requirements but it'll probably work out i think

101. Do you type fast?

typing tests say i'm about 80wpm, no idea my speed on the phone

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

oh sure, but i guess nothing would've worked out any way other than the way it did

103. Can you spell well?

incredibly

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

i didn't keep in contact with anyone from high school somehow..... i miss them terribly. and everyone i went to school with even before then, it would be interesting to reconnect with them, though i don't see how it would happen if i keep going to schools in different cities

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

iiiii don't remember. i don't think so? all my experience of bonfires is from the sims 3 university lol

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

some fuckin guy i only knew through a groupchat on kik when i was like 13? hardly a heartbreak but yknow. also this annoying tumblr friend who i blocked around the same time who, upon briefly unblocking, sent me this weepy direct message about having always loved me or something...... i blocked them again

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yes

108. What should you be doing?

working on schoolwork i guess? it's not due until tomorrow!

109. Is something irritating you right now?

this show i wanna watch only comes out once a week!!!! i wanna watch it NOW!!!!!!

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

i don't think so... it's more of a bubbly feeling in my chest than something painful

111. Do you have trust issues?

didn't you already ask this

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my mom

113. What was your childhood nickname?

never really had one

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yes of course

115. Do you play the Wii?

my cousins had one that i'd play with as a kid! we did wii sports resort often, and i also liked the board game one a lot. the tag-team minigames were so fun lol

116. Are you listening to music right now?

yeah, the playlist has moved to Pokemon Sword & Shield OST - Gym Leader Battle (Full In-Game Version). i'm listening to instrumentals so i'm not hearing lyrics while writing this stuff out

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

actually no

118. Do you like Chinese food?

of course

119. Favourite book?

the haunting of hill house, i would say

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

yes! i know that all there is is the same as what's in the light, but it really heightens my fear to be only barely able to see...

121. Are you mean?

geez i hope not

122. Is cheating ever okay?

i mean if your husband is abusive and you're secretly fraternizing with a woman like in all those 1800s movies then sure. but in almost all circumstances no

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

why is this even a question

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

mutual attraction sure. love, no.

125. Do you believe in true love?

sure, but a person can have many true loves in one lifetime

126. Are you currently bored?

yeah that's why i'm doing this

127. What makes you happy?

talking about whatever my current interest is

128. Would you change your name?

god i mean. i've thought about it, but you'd think that if i wanted to, i would've done it already. i've never really been able to think of a good option. sounds like more trouble than it's worth, so i guess i'll learn to like the name i already have

129. What your zodiac sign?

gemini

130. Do you like subway?

not really into sandwiches so no. their spicy salami is pretty good though

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

dude you know i'm a lesbian how the hell did this happen

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

swear to god you asked this question already

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Dad been alive for 400 years / Vampire shit, he don't show up in the mirrors / Rich man shit, he don't show up for his kids / How he live forever but ain't got time for his kids?

134. Can you count to one million?

alright i know all the numbers and i know the order but a million seconds is 12 days so why the fuck would i do that

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

uhh none come to mind... i certainly have lied, i just don't remember any as being particularly stupid

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

my door is never open unless i am actively entering or exiting

137. How tall are you?

5'8"

138. Curly or Straight hair?

mine? curly

139. Brunette or Blonde?

mine? brunette

140. Summer or Winter?

summer <3

141. Night or Day?

night..... it's secret, and no one can ask anything of me

142. Favourite month?

june, my birth month!

143. Are you a vegetarian?

no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk chocolate my beloved. god i wish i had some milk chocolate right now

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffee, but only the starbucks kind where the flavor is extremely diluted

146. Was today a good day?

uhh not much happened but sure!

147. Mars or Snickers?

dude i don't even remember what mars bars taste like. so snickers by default

148. What’s your favourite quote?

"y'know, i'm old enough to remember back to simpler, more innocent times, when the worst thing you'd hear about the news was hijacked jetliners flying into buildings"

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

nah, too rational for that. if a soul sticks around after death, where was it before birth? why can something be created but not destroyed?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

"Citra now seemed to shrink in her chair." that's from Scythe, a book a friend got for me in high school, which i haven't had the chance to read yet... it means a lot that she gave it to me as a gift, so i'll have to start it sometime. glad that that line wasn't something extremely spoilery lol

okay that's all 150. i did this for me and me alone but i'm posting it because why wouldn't i. shoutout to all 1 people reading this (me)

[curvynerdfan]

Danny Zuko would never

Hey y’all! I am so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. Life drug me down into a routine of chaos to be quite honest. I can’t remember if this was inspired by a request or not so I apologize if I have forgotten to tag you. 

Jax x Reader 

Friends to Lovers, Sandy level makeover 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of addiction

Y/N was having a blast! Her and Gemma decided to drive into San Jose to shop for new clothes. Y/N worked with a non-profit medical assistance center in the pediatrics wing. She was off for the next four days and tomorrow was the Charming Fall Festival. Gemma had been really struggling lately, with her and Clay’s breakup and worrying about Jax now that he was President. 

Y/N was so happy Gemma asked her to join in on the shopping trip. The club mom had a habit of pushing the young nurse out of her comfort zone. Y/N was almost always in scrubs, jeans and oversized clothes. Not that it was a bad wardrobe, it worked for her purposes. But Y/N wanted to be daring and dress up a bit. Honestly she just wanted to catch Jax’s eye. Maybe even have a Sandra Dee at the Summer Carnival moment. 

Gemma said that Jax and Y/N were a pair of idiots, perfect for each other. Neither one realized they were interested in each other. No matter how much the people around them pointed it out the two remained oblivious. So when Y/N told Gemma that she was ready to do something bold, Gemma was over the moon with excitement. 

Y/N had never been the one to go over the top. Especially with her looks, but at this point she didn’t know what else to do to get Jax’s attention. She had money to burn and was ready to up her wardrobe. Gemma said if she wanted to get the title of Old Lady that they were gonna go all out. 

Y/N was suddenly very grateful that Jax insisted on sending Tig and Happy with them because she was not going to want to drive after the day Gemma planned out. Tig as Gemma’s go-to bodyguard and Happy as Y/N’s, all piled up into a Teller-Morrow rental. 

Gemma said that meant Jax already thought of her as his Old Lady, “Sending an enforcer, only happens for the President’s girl.” 

“Then why doesn’t he ask me out or claim me as his, huh? If he really thought that way then he’d do something!” Y/N protested 

“He cares for you and sent Happy! Make him step up and prove himself.” Gemma lectured.

Tig chimed in, “Sorry hun, Gem is right. Sgt. at Arms never gets sent with a random chick for a girls day, no matter how good a friend she is.” 

Happy let out a resounding hum in affirmation. Y/N gawked at the first shop they pulled up to at Gemma’s demand. It was a very nice vintage clothing and accessory store.

“I’ll buy you the first ten pieces of jewelry you find that fit a president’s Old Lady.” Gemma paused to laugh at Y/N’s shocked expression, “Move it or lose it sweet cheeks, offer ends in thirty minutes!” 

Y/N squealed and grabbed Happy’s arm tugging him along. While he was a man of few words, Y/N had a knack for deciphering his gruff responses and gestures. She knew he’d be great at helping her pick out some goodies. She’d hold a pair of earrings up to her face or model a chunky bracelet and depending on Happy’s response she’d add it to her basket or throw it away. 

By the time she met Gemma and Tig at the register she had collected a skull ring, a chain belt, crow studded earrings, a crescent moon necklace, a crow skull ring, an obsidian oval faced ring, a snake necklace, a pair of silver hoops, diamond stud earrings, and black dangle earrings. Gemma pried over the basket in judgement before giving a sharp nod and motioning Y/N to hand the items to the cashier. 

Y/N was happy to see that Gemma had found a few items to purchase for herself as well. While they were checking out Y/N saw several studded belts, a new mirror for her vanity, some vintage ashtrays and a gorgeous green glass vase. Gemma demanded that the boys load the car with her new purchases and locked arms with Y/N before strutting out of the shop. 

Next was a gigantic department store. Gemma dragged her through the store and repeatedly threw clothes at Happy and Tig to carry to a dressing room. By the time Gemma was done each woman had fifty or so items to try on and there were even a few things for the men to try on as well. 

They would all try on a complete outfit, step outside of the room, do a little spin or strut(stand and pout in Happy’s case), receive critiques or hype and then repeat. The boys ran out quickly and ended up lounging on a couch and offering opinions when asked. Gemma told Y/N that the goal was sophisticated grunge. She still wasn’t sure she understood, but she did feel very hot in everything they decided to buy. 

Next was shoes.Y/N decided to only buy four pairs and let everyone have a say.  Happy found Y/N the best pair of riding boots for women, Tig picked out some dagger-like heels, Gemma picked a pair of knee high heeled boots and Y/N picked white sneakers that matched the ones she bought Jax a few years ago. 

Last stop was a nail salon. Gemma sent Y/N straight to the back room to get waxed. When Y/N gave her a look and squawked at her, Gemma just twirled her finger and said to “do what needs to be done”. When Y/N stumbled back out of the room, Gemma had a mimosa waiting for her. 

Y/N couldn’t commit to long nails or a dark color due to her job but it was still nice to be pampered after such a long and challenging day. While getting their nails done, the girls talked through what Y/N should wear the next night for the carnival. The three pros of MC life gave Y/N a few pointers on how to own being an old lady. This still made Y/N scoff and worry that everyone was wrong. 

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The carnival was finally here and Jax was excited for some much needed time off with his family and friends. Gemma wanted to watch Abel for the night. This meant he could really relax and let loose tonight. No worries about staying out too late for his little man or limiting his alcohol or weed. It was gonna be great. 

At least, til he saw Y/N walking up, “What the hell are you wearing?” 

Y/N looked different, that’s for sure. She knew she didn’t look bad though. She had on a tight black wrap-around long-sleeve crop top, ripped jeans with fishnets underneath and the white sneakers she picked out. She even threw on some of the goodies that Gemma bought her. She cinched her waist in with the chain belt, the crow studs and skull ring added to the alure. Her hair was curled and she did her makeup, highlighting her sparkling eyes with black eyeliner and her plump lips with a deep red lipstick. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, holding back remorse for dressing up. 

“You look like a, shit, who are you dressed up for?” Jax questioned. 

“Why does it have to be for someone? Can’t I look hot without it being for someone,” Y/N put a hand on her hip, beginning to get pissed. 

“You look like you’re trying to lock a member down! Got your eyes set on one of the guys huh? You’ve been hanging around Happy a lot lately, trying to be his old lady?” He prodded. 

“Dammit Jax! I had my eyes set on you but I guess I can’t be your old lady unless I am pining desperately for you to rescue me! Maybe I need a stalker or some form of addiction for you to realize I like you” Y/N screamed, stomping off. 

Y/N knew that was uncalled for but her anger got the better of her but not even Danny Zuko would pull this kind of douche move. It definitely wasn’t going the way she thought it would. While she didn’t necessarily believe the others when they said Jax was interested, it hurt that he was so offended by her looks. Her eyes began to sting as she pondered why she even considered making a move. 

Jax lost his breath when Y/N yelled at him. He quickly got it back when a ringed had slammed into the back of his head. When he whipped his head around he saw a pissed off Gemma staring him down. 

“Remember how you sent Happy and Tig with us yesterday? She spent the entire buying stuff because she wanted to look like an old lady. She did that for you. We all encouraged her because everyone here sees how y’all feel about each other except the two of you. If you don’t wanna be with her, cut it off now and stay at the table. But if you want her to be your old lady like we know you do, you better chase after her.”, his mom said, matter-of-factly. 

Jax stared at her with his mouth open. He was still in shock. He always saw Y/N as his but didn’t think she would want to be with him. When she left for college, he thought he lost his chance. She came back and he was with Wendy. She dated some uppity guys here and there, he assumed that was her type and she was ready to settle down. So when Tara decided to stay in Charming and he saw Y/N out on another date, he chose to go back to Tara. 

To think that he and Y/N could have been together for years now was making his head run circles around his heart. The fact that she did all of this to be with him permanently seemed ridiculous to him. She could have just told him, but looking back she must have been trying for years. The dedication to him and the club wasn’t out of friendship but love. 

“Fuck”, Jax let slip from his lips as he hopped off of the table he was sitting on. 

He marched off on a mission, searching for Y/N. He stomped through the happy crowd and scanned the flashing neon lights with his eyes. He was pissed at himself. He knew his mom was right too, if he didn’t show his feelings now he and Y/N didn’t have a chance in hell. He just hoped he could find her. 

Y/N stopped at the ferris wheel. Her eyes were still stinging but she refused to cry, especially in front of all these people. She would either get up in the air and cry or calm down. She was losing it on the inside. Every single person she talked to said Jax felt the same way, but Jackson’s reaction was the opposite of what was expected. 

Y/N was at the front of the line when Jax finally tracked her down. Jax picked up his pace and managed to get to the ticketer as she got in on her own. Jax shoved a handful of cash into the operators hands when he protested and hopped in with her and shut the door behind him. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Jackson?” Y/N huffed

Jax flinched at the use of his full name, “I fucked up. Can we talk?” 

“It doesn’t matter, you trapped me with you. You got one loop to convince me to stay on the ride with you”, she demanded. 

Y/N was pissed. First, Jax insulted her and asked her if she was trying to nail one of his guys and now he wouldn’t even let her cry it out on her own. She was waiting for him to pull the “let her down easy” lines she knew the man had memorized. Except with Y/N it was going to be… 

“We have been friends for as long as I remember. I didn’t realize that you felt that way about me.” 

Y/N cut Jax off, “Look, we don’t have to do this. I’m trying to keep my shit together but I’d rather not do this right now.” 

Confusion graced Jax’s face, “No, I, I’m trying to explain. It’s not what you think.” 

“I’m pretty sure it is, Jax. You made your point earlier, if I want to be an old lady I should look to Happy and or another member.”, Y/N ranted, this last thing she wanted was to dig into why Jax didn’t want to be with her. 

“Dammit Y/N! I am trying to tell you that I love you, too!” Jax shouted, losing it for a moment. 

He pulled Y/N in for a kiss, one had cupped her face and the other pulled Y/N onto his lap. Y/N was shocked at Jax’s announcement and even more so at his lips on hers. 

By the time Jax and Y/N had finished a loop, she was happy to stay on the ferris wheel with him. By the time the ride had ended they had become a couple and managed to mark their claims on each other. By the time the duo made it back to the crew’s table, the group began to hoop and holler. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head into Jax’s arm while he received high fives and slaps on the back in congratulations. 

“Let me know when to expect another grandbaby!”, Gemma said with glee as she walked past the happy couple with a sleepy Abel in her arms. 

To say the least, Momma Gemma is the best

Taglist: @justahopelessssromantic

[fuck-customers]

My boss is such a goddamn prude.

This is actually a few stories but the same person is the antagonist in all of them. Apologies if it's long-winded.

As the title says, my boss is an absolute prude. Normally it's just simple stuff like prodding people to zone, but other times it's worse than that.

First of all, she prods people to zone even if we're visibly helping a customer. Presumably this was just an honest mistake on her part, as it's only happened once in recent memory, but it's enraging nonetheless.

Second of all, she can't fucking leave well enough alone. Every night, we check in each of the self checkout terminals, to see how low each one is on change. NORMALLY (i.e. when she's not there) we do it at 9pm. One day, a coworker of mine did it at 9pm and she chewed her out for it because "I'm in charge." Then about two days ago, I gave one of my other coworkers a break (because she was about half an hour late to her break) and the boss comes up to me and asks "Where's [coworker]?" I told her I sent her to break and she's like "Well you just replaced my last other person and [other coworker] goes home soon. Don't ever give someone a break unless I tell you to." She's the ONLY person who has had a problem with that.

So for context for this next story, I'm a guy with long hair. (It gets me mistaken for a girl far more often than I'd like to admit, especially with masks.) One day, my boss tells me she received a complaint from a customer about it, and that I need to tie my hair up. Our store's dress code doesn't say guys can't have long hair at all. (The next time this happens, I've already rehearsed that I'm going to tell her to tell the customer I said to go fuck themselves.)

Finally, this story is from yesterday (relative to the time I'm typing it.) My store's dress code forbids graphic tees, but for the most part, the higher-ups look the other way about it (probably because 95% of our cashiers wear them on a regular basis.) Because of this, I've taken to wearing my favorite Pac-Man T-shirt to work, to match with my Pac-Man lanyard and Pac-Man face mask. Nothing offensive, just a picture of Pac-Man and the ghosts above the logo. This bitch called a huddle to specifically tell us we're not allowed to wear graphic tees. And yes, I know it's her, because I looked at the list of things to discuss during the huddle. She was the one who put it on the list.

It's not just me who has problems with her, either. Several other cashiers have complained about her. I'm relatively new (about a year and a half), but a few coworkers have told me about a time when they actually went to her boss and she had an actual fucking breakdown because of it.

Are we in the wrong here? Is there something I'm not seeing that she is? God, I just want to get everyone at my work who's complained about her together to make a big list of grievances against her.

[gojos-sidepiece-69]

Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 2

Your eyes snapped open and you met eyes with your lover from last night. Fuck. Did that actually happen? It shouldn’t have. Damn it. No, god, no. I got drunk and had an insane fever dream, that’s it. Your brain worked in overdrive trying to rationalize your decisions from last night. Intense waves of shame and guilt washed over you when you realized that you were, indeed, practically sober.

You woke up with no headache. Your hips, however, were a different story altogether. “Morning, sunshine,” your dimpled teacher said intoxicatingly. It was too early for his bullshit. “Please, Gojo. Not now. I’m going to go home and pretend this didn’t happen, okay? Great.” His grin widened as he pointed out, “Oh, so we’re on name-to-name basis now? I thought I was still your Sensei.”

You ignored him and firmly got up only to catch a glance of yourself in a full body mirror. You saw purple peeking out at you from under Gojo’s shirt. You pulled it down slightly and felt at your raw, sore love bites. “Sorry about those, I always like it a bit rough,” Gojo explained, still shamelessly man-spreading in his bed. “I could tell,” you deadpanned. You lifted up the hem of your shirt to inspect the degree of damage he had done to your hips, and it was bad. You could barely even walk straight. You were planning on a pleasant walk-of-shame home, but seeing the state of your condition, that was now out of question. As if he read your mind, he said “I’ll give you a ride back.”

You got a sneak peak into the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer’s morning routine, which included putting on his dumb blindfold and dark navy uniform. He handed you your clothes from the previous night, taking extra care to comment about how he was upset he didn’t get to see you in your “cute little lacy bra.” Everyone had left earlier that morning, knowing from previous experience not to wake Gojo in the morning. In addition, they didn’t want to take their chances while their airhead of a teacher took the steering wheel, blasting trap music way too damn early. You, however, had the treat of experiencing this first-hand. “All aboard!” He said childishly as you stepped into his black BMW. He immediately turned the volume of his music all the way up, humming to Pick it Up by Famous Dex.

You closed your eyes, and muttered a silent prayer that you wouldn’t die in a freak accident on the way home. With your luck, Gojo would crash straight through a KFC Drive-Thru and laugh about it.

You were shaken out of this scary afterthought when you realized that Gojo was driving 65 MPH in a 35 zone. “What the hell? Slow down!” You yelled, but your driver only looked at you and laughed. “You didn’t have a problem with me going fast last night.” You gritted your teeth. Of course he was going to make your drive home as sarcastic and filled with as many horrible sex jokes as possible. The worst part was that you, at the back of your mind, were fighting back a small laugh. But you weren’t about to confirm that he was funny. So you slowly exhaled through your nose, until your breath hitched at the back of your throat.

Gojo’s hand had snuck past the gear and onto your knee. Keeping his (inexplicably blindfolded) eyes on the road, it slowly snaked up to your thigh and rested there. He could feel you tense up and smiled to himself. He loved the effect that even just his hands had on women. The sensation gave you flashbacks of the night before. He touched a bruise on your inner thigh that he had licked and sucked so tenderly last night, and you shuddered. He drew small circles, but didn’t go any further.

The tires screeched to a halt right outside Tokyo Tech, and you clambered out of his car as fast as you could. You left in such a rush that you dropped your “cute, lacy bra” on the passenger-side floor. You didn’t even notice. Luckily it was Sunday, and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing your teacher until tomorrow. “Have a great day!” He yelled after you, and you flipped him off classily without so much as a backwards glance for your superior. As soon as you got to your dorm, you dramatically collapsed onto the mattress.

You were so tired from fooling around the entire day yesterday that you slept through Sunday in its entirety. You arose early Monday morning and groaned when you remembered that it was going to be your first Field Training day. And you were absolutely correct in thinking that you were most definitely not ready.

“Each of you will be assigned a Jujutsu Sorcerer to shadow for your field practice today. Watch how they exorcise curses, take mental notes, and follow each of their directions carefully. Megumi and Nobara, you’ll be going with Nanami. Yuji and Y/n, you’re stuck with me,” Gojo said, keeping eye contact with you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. You thought to yourself, I might as well just start calling it blindfold-contact, if I can’t see his gorgeous eyes. I mean, eyes. Gojo whistled and led you and Yuji back to his black car. Yuji ran like the track-star he was, yelling “SHOTGUN!” so loudly that you didn’t care to argue.

He threw the door open and leaped into the passenger seat, while Gojo took the wheel and you occupied the backseat. Yuji took the liberty of connecting to the aux, this time blasting Tetris by Derek King. Once again, it was way too early in the morning to be listening to songs about ass. But this issue did not seem to exist for the Tokyo Tech’s favorite resident ass men, Yuji and Gojo. Or as you liked to call them, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb-ass.

Not even a comfortable minute into the drive, Yuji energetically bent over and picked up your forgotten bra. “Ooh, looks like Gojo Sensei is getting some! Who’s the unlucky girl?” Yuji joked around. “Oh, Gojo. GOJO,” the pink-haired puppy-boy fake moaned like an animal in pain while poking fun at his teacher. Your sensei, ever the enabler of horrible jokes, chuckled along. He glanced up into the rear view mirror and made eye contact with you, breaking it as soon as he swerved into the wrong lane. “At least tell me what she looked like!” Yuji practically bursted at the seams. Gojo sighed and offered a single comment to his student that was enough to temporarily stave off his curiosity and shut him up. “She had a great ass.”

You heard a genuinely amazed “Wow!” from your fellow first-year as blush once again danced onto your cheeks. You broke the car’s mounting tension by piping up and asking, “So where are we actually going?” Gojo explained that their Field Practice entailed an actual mission to retrieve one of Sukuna’s fingers. What the hell? You thought to yourself. You had barely one day of instruction and you were being thrown into the deep end already? Jesus Christ. But somewhere deep inside your mind, you knew that Gojo cared for his students and would never let any of them get hurt.

Rudely interrupting your thoughts for the millionth time, Gojo interjected, “But we’re stopping by the bakery first. I need my morning fix.” Your stomach grumbled at the thought of food just as you remembered you hadn’t eaten yet today. With one shitty parallel-parking job, you had arrived right outside the Ichiban Pan bakery. The three of you filed into the bakery, the bell on the door ringing as the sweet aromas supplied you with some much-needed serotonin. You walked up to the counter, and immediately noticed how beautiful the cashier was. She had long, dark hair and a figure that anyone would drool over.

To your surprise, she said, “Gojo...back here already? I knew you hadn’t had enough of me yet,” as she eyed him lustfully. “Of course I had to come back for seconds. Your goods were just so...soft and sweet,” he smiled coyly as he leaned onto the counter and shamelessly flirted back. The woman reached over and toyed with Gojo’s blindfold as his smile grew. She said, “So, when are we going to have some more fun?” He answered, “Always so eager, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn soon.” You couldn’t tell if your face was heating up with annoyance at the thought of Gojo delaying the mission to flirt with one of his girls, or at the fact that you felt...jealous. Jealous that you weren’t the only one he had eyes for, and envious that this girl was older and maybe even more attractive than you. She made you feel plain in more ways than one, and your mind started to wander.

Did Gojo touch her like how he touched me? How many girls has he had before? How many is he with right now? Damn it. You shook off the bothersome thought. Maybe it was your innate competitiveness as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but you knew you had to get him back. Fair and square. You told yourself it wasn’t because you wanted more from him, but it was because you wanted to make him feel jealous in the exact same way. Whatever it was, whenever the time would come, you were going to leave him frustrated.

Three delicious dangos and thirty minutes later, you found yourself at the site of the curse: a closed off mall. While you were now right outside of the car, you could feel the cursed energy radiating out from its epicenter. “There’s one unregistered first-grade curse that you need to extract Sukuna’s finger from. And I’m going to osbserve,” Gojo said while he sat on the hood of his car. “You’re going to what? I’ve barely had ANY training,” you sputtered angrily, but Yuji was already pulling your arm and dragging you towards the curse. Well, you thought to yourself. Might as well prove yourself a worthy comrade to Yuji and a promising student for...he didn’t matter right now. The two of you sprinted forward as Gojo lowered a dark veil over the area, blackening the sky.

Yuji shoved the front doors open and leapt inside, and you jumped in after him. The lights were broken and flickering, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mall. The escalators were still running, but you could hear distant crashing sounds. “This way!” Yuji yelled, as the two of you sprinted up the escalator to the second floor. The crashing increased in volume, and it was clearly coming from a destroyed souvenir shop ahead.

You laid eyes on the grotesque curse, which resembled a deformed, melting, red plastic mannequin that was at least twice your height. Its arms immediately extended and shot out at you, but you dodged out of the way. You hadn’t learned any techniques yet, so it seemed like you and Yuji would be teaming up and harnessing your raw cursed energy to deliver blows to the mannequin. The curse opened its mouth to reveal jagged teeth that caged in one of Sukuna’s fingers. “There it is!” you shouted. But in an instant, both you and Yuji were caught off guard and knocked to your feet by the mannequin’s extended arms.

They grew spikes that jutted out and beat into your sides. You yelped and coughed in pain, starting to see blood pool out from under your uniform. You gritted your teeth and tried your best to deliver blows to sever the curse’s arms, but it was useless. Yuji, too, seemed trapped in between the sharp spikes. After ten minutes of intense stabbing pains and useless struggle against this first-grade curse, Yuji piped up. “I think I’m going to have to let Sukuna take over and destroy this curse.” Your eyes widened. You had only heard stories of the demon king, and they were all horrific. But it was between that and death, and you both made the split-second decision. “Do it,” you nodded.

You watched from your position as Yuji let Sukuna take over his body. Black tattoos etched their way across his toned body, which was exposed to you after he carelessly tore his tightening shirt off. His smile grew wide and you heard a malicious laugh. “Fool,” Sukuna said directly to the curse, before ripping its right arm off with brute force. “You think you’re any match for me?” Before its arm could regenerate, Sukuna tore off its other one and freed you before tossing you aside like a corpse while informing you that you were “in his way.” You hit your head against the front window of the store and groaned. You watched the mannequin open it’s mouth and shoot out it’s razor-sharp dagger teeth at Sukuna, but he just grabbed onto the curse’s head and tore it right off with ease.

He reached two fingers into the curse’s mouth and extracted the finger, examining it with a slight grin before swallowing it. “Feels so good,” he murmured while throwing his head back and laughing loudly. A wave of confusion washed over you. If the job was done, why hadn’t Yuji switched back yet? What was going on? You shivered and backed up slightly as Sukuna turned his head to look down at you.

“You know,” he drew out a breath as he kneeled down and picked up a scrap of cloth from Yuji’s torn shirt. “I haven’t taken over a vessel in ages. And that means I haven’t had a woman in a very,” he stepped closer to you, “Very long time.” You looked up at him from the ground, taking in his mouthwatering physique. This curse made you forget about logic for a minute and revert to primal instinct. The first thought that ran through your brain was running your tongue over his abs. However, a second later, you had an even better idea. Why not let Sukuna have his way with me? That would show Gojo. I want him to hear me moaning while he’s still sitting in his stupid BMW, blood rushing to his dick as he thinks about me getting fucked stupid by the undisputed king of curses. That thought alone was enough to push you to answer, “And what do you want me to do about that?”

“You’re going to do as I say. Let me fuck you until you can’t remember your own first name.” Your heat throbbed at that, and Sukuna wasted no time binding your hands together tightly with the scrap of cloth. This was really happening. You were about to get destroyed by the legendary Sukuna in the shattered storefront of a souvenir shop. In the dark. Without any semblance of a warning, Sukuna ripped your uniform top right off of your body, leaving behind only scraps of fabric. You shivered at the sensation of being exposed to the cold. You looked up at him wearing only your plain black bra and uniform skirt, and his eyelids lowered. “Fucking slut,” he said, as he ripped off your bra with the same fervor. He smiled hungrily as your nipples perked from the chills, and groped at your breasts with both hands.

He admired how they fit perfectly within his calloused hands, and how he could feel your heartbeat rapidly soar. With fear. Humans really are useless creatures, aren’t they? He thought before he demanded, “Open your mouth.” You complied, and he slid two long digits all the way inside. You felt one hit the back of your throat and you moaned onto his fingers as they slid back out. He rubbed his fingers back onto your breasts, coating them with the wetness of your own saliva. You moaned loudly with pleasure, positive that your pathetic Sensei could hear you from outside.

“That’s good.” Sukuna approved of your moaning. The thought of him making you arch your back, screaming and crying for him pushed him on further. His hands aggressively found your skirt, tearing it easier than paper. He looked down at your soaked panties and felt the urge to make you feel small and embarrassed. “You’ve gone and made a mess of yourself. I’ll just have to get rid of them,” you saw Sukuna’s tongue move around in his mouth as he forcefully tugged off your panties. His hunger got the best of him, and he bent down to let his tongue take one long lap along your dripping cunt. “Fuck,” he breathed as you threw your head back, hitting against the wall. “I haven’t tasted a woman in so long,” he said, before bending back down and slipping his tongue into your slit.

His strong arms kept your shaking legs pried wide open for him, sharp nails tightly gripping into your thighs, and you could only groan louder. He continued to drink at your slippery juices until you screamed and came into his mouth. He licked his lips as he pushed your thighs back together and lifted himself up. “I’m not even close to finished with you yet,” he growled, sensing you getting slightly tired.

He lifted you up and threw you onto your stomach. You propped yourself up shakily using your elbows while he pushed your head down with one of his hands. You arched your back for him, granting him an easier entrance. Kneeling behind you, he teased his dripping tip at your folds while squeezing at your ass. The buildup was almost too much for you to take, so you began to whine “Suku-,” but before you could finish, he entered you roughly. Sukuna mercilessly railed into your pussy from behind, one hand simultaneously gripping your hair and pushing your head down, while the other dug crescent-shaped nail marks into your hips.

His pace was so fast that you could only scream and curse and whine his name, but he only laughed and threw his head back. “Sl-slower,” you begged, tears spilling down your face, but Sukuna maintained his speed. Your useless request only prompted him to move his hand from your hair to your throat, gripping you tightly. “Don’t ask me that again,” he growled, still thrusting.

You could feel his thrusts become more loose and sporadic, and finally he pulled out and groaned deeply while spilling his cum all over your thighs. You panted and stood up slowly, but you held back a shocked scream. You watched in horror as Gojo Satoru stood before you, blindfolded eyes trailing over the white, creamy liquid dripping down your thighs. You instinctively covered your breasts and cunt, managing a weak, “how long were you watching?” Gojo took a step forward. “Well, I decide to assess the situation for myself when I heard you screaming for mercy, so I came in at about the time...” he mimed checking a fake watch, “a 1000-year-old curse started pounding you from behind.”

You blushed, heart racing from the exposure and accidental voyeurism. You hadn’t expected him to actually come see you for himself. However, your eyes took a quick trip to see a growing bulge in your Sensei’s pants. You smiled to yourself as you thought, mission accomplished.

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[beautiful-and-terrible]

dazed ’n’ confused (part 2)

A/N: omg this part was so much longer than i ancitipated sorry T__T and i promise in part 3 we will get some fun stuff ;)

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x OFC

Warnings: none (for this chapter)

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The whole day, Nicole was distracted. She sat in her lifeguard chair, biting her nails, eyes concealed by her sunglasses and gazing at nothing. The pool manager ended up telling her off because she let multiple people dive off the board at the same time. She was a mess on the way home, too. She stopped at her favorite gas station to get slushy and almost left her bike behind, aimlessly wandering toward her house before she remembered she hadn’t walked there in the first place.

She got home and hopped in the shower, rinsing off the sunscreen and sweat, trying to forget how warm Rodrick’s hands felt under her own, how she had been close enough to smell laundry detergent and cinnamon gum. His dark eyes and full lips. 

She almost slipped getting out of the shower.

She tried to write music and get him off her mind, but all of her songs ended up sounding sad and sappy or slow and sultry. It was maddening.

The next day, Saturday, Nicole woke up more irritated than usual. She normally wasn’t a morning person, but this was next level. She did her makeup quickly and threw her hair into a pair of messy french braids. She decided to treat herself to an ice coffee, so she grabbed her wallet and headed outside to her bike.

Despite it being 9:30 in the morning, Rodrick was already outside… mowing grass? Nicole had never once seen him do that before. Giving him a short wave, she coasted down her driveway and headed into town toward the Starbucks. 

As she stopped at the sign at the end of their street, she looked back. Rodrick was looking in her direction, but Nicole shook away the thought that he could’ve been staring. She looked both ways quickly before pedaling quicker than she had before.

The Starbucks was about a 20 minute bike ride from her house, and Nicole usually took this time to listen to a podcast or her favorite album. This morning, she chose “Dr. Feelgood” by 

Motley Crue - she was a sap, sue her. She liked to remember the little things about people. She definitely recognized the chord progressions and drum patterns replicated in Loded Diper’s songs - at least, the songs that she had heard muffled through the garage door as she hung her head out her window to listen.

A short time later, Nicole hopped off her bike and locked it in place, skipping with anticipation for the sweetest, creamiest ice coffee she could get her little hands on. She walked up to the cashier, browsing the menu quickly.

“Hi, Welcome to Starbucks - what can I get started for you?”

“I’ll do a iced caramel macchiato with almond milk and light ice, please.”

“For sure, anything else?”

“No, thanks,” Nicole said, pulling out a five dollar bill and some ones.

“Hey, aren’t you new in town? You came into school at the end of the semester.”

Nicole looked up at the cashier, just now noticing what she looked like. She was cute in a pixie, petite kind of way, with short brown hair and big green eyes. If Nicole hadn’t been so enamored with Rodrick, she probably would’ve developed a big whopping crush on this girl, too.

“Yeah, I’m Nicole. You go to PVH, too?”

“I’m Caitlin - we were in bio together, I think.” Nicole wracked her brains, thinking back to the last bit of school she could remember.

“Oh, right, we partnered up a couple times.” Nicole said, smiling.

“Hey, if you want, a couple of friends and I are having a party tonight. You should come,” Caitlin said, flashing a dimpled smile. Nicole felt her tummy flip - mostly from excitement, and the elation of feeling included by her peers.

“For sure, just text me the number.” Nicole wrote down her number on a hot beverage sleeve and slid it towards Caitlin.

“Cool, see you then. Oh, and your drink will be right over there.”

“Thanks.”

Biting her lip to keep from grinning like a crazy person, Nicole moved down the divided counter to wait for her drink. The whole bike ride home she couldn’t help thinking that maybe moving to this town wasn’t such a bad thing after all. The day ended up not being as horrifically hot as yesterday, and Nicole’s mood had improved significantly after a heavy dose of caffeine.

But, when she rounded the corner back onto her street, Rodrick was still outside, mowing the lawn. And lord have mercy, for such a skinny looking boy, he had some seriously toned arms. Nicole almost crashed her bike into the curb, narrowly avoiding spilling her drink all over herself. She rode past him up her own driveway without acknowledging him, even though this time he was the one who waved to her. Payback for flaunting his ridiculous arms in front of her at 10:30 in the morning.

She went inside to change into her bathing suit and the usual denim shorts she wore over them. She didn’t need to leave for work for another hour, so she plugged her electric guitar into the amp in her room and fiddled around with learning some Motley Crue riffs that she remembered from her morning bike ride. Nicole wasn’t a prodigy by any means, but she had been playing guitar for long enough that she knew the basic chord structure of most of their popular songs. 

As she stood up to slip on her black converse, she saw her phone had lit up with a text. Unknown number.

“Hey, its Caitlin :) the address is 460 Norfolk Drive. Party starts @ 10!”

Nicole did a little dance. “Cool, I’ll be there :)” she texted back, and ran down the stairs back to the garage to get her bike again. She was so excited by the idea of hanging out with people her age that she almost didn’t see Rodrick leaning against his own bike at the end of her driveway.

“Your lawn looks good,” Nicole teased as she rode by. If Rodrick had any snarky reply, she was gone before she heard it. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him standing with his mouth agape. She laughed to herself before starting her regular route to the city pool.

Not long after she started her shift, perched in her lifeguard chair with the umbrella angled to deflect the worst of the sun, Rodrick showed up with his two friends. They seemed to be attached at the hip. One was shorter than Rodrick, with long, surfer-style blonde hair, and one was about Rodrick’s height, with short dark hair and a cool slit in his eyebrow. 

Nicole was glad her sunglasses were dark enough to not see her eyes, because she definitely would’ve been caught staring by now. Rodrick wasn’t muscular by any means, or athletic, but there was still something cute and boyish about his gangly frame, and the way his shoulder muscles flexed when he took his shirt off was… for lack of a better word, distracting.

The first couple of hours passed uneventfully, and Nicole started to doze in her chair, chin propped up on her hand. The combination of warm sun and cool breeze lull her into a half-awake state. It was adult swim, so there weren’t any kids to worry about. She could close her eyes for a few minutes and…

She heard him before she saw him. The signature sound of the diving board being bounced once, twice, and then…

Nicole was doused in freezing cold water.

The huge splash covered both sides of the pool, high enough to reach her in her life guard chair. Moaning with displeasure, Nicole wrenched her sunglasses off her face and pointed an accusing finger at the grinning boy in the water. Fucking Rodrick.

“You’re dead, you little shit.” Nicole growled, and left her sunglasses on the seat of her lifeguard chair before diving in the pool.

The cool water enfolded her, silky and calm, before she came up under Rodrick and unleashed all hell. Still under water, she grabbed his ankles to pull him down. She heard his shout of alarm before it transformed into bubbles.

Underwater, her vision was blurred, but Nicole could still see Rodrick laughing and the dark outline of his eyes. She found herself laughing too as they briefly wrestled and tried to drag the other farther underwater before they both broke the surface, gasping for air.

“Okay, okay mercy,” Rodrick gasped as Nicole wound her arms around his neck in a headlock.

“Stay off the diving board, or I’ll make you drink the kiddy pool water.”

“Oh my god, kids pee in there!”

“Exactly,” Nicole laughed before shoving him away, though it wasn’t very aggressive considering the water softened the blow. Rodrick was still laughing behind her.

“Damn, if I get that kind of a reaction every time I jump in the pool, maybe I’ll do it for a living,” he called after her.

Nicole dunked her head under water once more to adjust her hair before climbing out of the deep end on the latter, electing to ignore that last comment. Now that she was back in her life guard chair, she couldn’t believe how impulsive she had been. Some kind of instinct took over and before she knew it, she had been flying out of her chair to give Rodrick a taste of his own medicine.

And now that she was thinking about it even more, the more embarrassed she became. Oh God, had she been super obvious? And more than that, had she been unprofessional?

She looked around the pool to see if her manager was watching - luckily, no sign of him. Most of the other pool guests weren’t paying that much attention either, except Rodrick’s friends, who were still laughing hysterically as Rodrick dried himself off by shaking his hair like a wet dog.

Nicole had touched more of Rodrick than she had the other day when they accidentally touched hands. Way more of him. Not that she exactly remembered the feeling of every limb, but the contact still made her feel more than a little weak in the knees.

They didn’t even know each other that well! What was she thinking!

Nicole spent the rest of her shift biting her nails anxiously, and when her co-worker came to switch chairs she ran to hide in the employee lounge next to the girls bathrooms.

By the time five o’clock came, she had calmed down a little bit, but was still embarrassed by her frankly juvenile behavior. She helped clean up the pool area by hosing it down and picked up some left over trash before heading to her bike.

And, because Nicole had maybe the worst (or best, it was hard to say) luck in the world, Rodrick was waiting for her.

“Figured I could ride home with you, since you like being near me so much,” Rodrick called as she approached. Nicole groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have to get near you if you didn’t a) act like a child, and b) violate pool rules.”

“I’m pretty sure “almost drawing a patron” counts as violating pool rules, Nikky.”

“Don’t call me that,” Nicole spat with no real heat behind it.

“If you’re gonna ride home with me, you’re gonna pay for my slushy,” Nicole called over her shoulder as she started pedaling away.

“Ooo, is this a date?” Rodrick laughed, and Nicole flipped him off without looking. “C’mon, I thought we were getting along since I fixed your tire?”

Nicole, tired of the banter and not able to think of a better response, decided to take mercy on him.

“No… no. We’re cool. I’d rather have my dumb neighbor as a friend than no one at all.”

Rodrick pulled up next to her on his bike, tongue peeking between his teeth as he tried to suppress a grin. “Yeah, you seem cool. At least, your music taste isn’t completely horrible.”

“Oh, and yours is perfect, I’m assuming?” 

“Naturally,” Rodrick said, pedaling faster to pull a wheelie in front of her, obviously trying to show off. In all honesty, it was a pretty cool trick - but Nicole would never tell him that. The evening was cooling down, but the sun was still a couple hours from setting, so everything had a deep golden glow - the trees seemed greener, and the grass softer, and random birds would occasionally chirp from deep within the woods. The world felt alive and wonderful and terribly, terribly exciting.

“So, why the hell did you move to Plainview?” Rodrick asked. 

“Wasn’t like it was my choice. My Dad got a new job, and my Mom works from home so she can take care of us - so me and my two little sisters just got the short end of the straw.”

“You have sisters?” 

“Yeah, Caroline and Georgia. Do you have siblings?”

Rodrick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, two shit head little brothers, Greg and Manny. Well, Manny isn’t really a shit head, ‘cause he’s like three, but I know he will be once he hits four.”

Nicole laughed. They were nearing the gas station she liked to get slushies from, so she suddenly started pedaling faster and yelled behind her, “First one there buys!”

She narrowly made it there before him, laughing at his red face and shaking legs as he dismounted his bike.

“No one should be that fast,” he panted, but smiled as he opened the door for her. 

The blast of air conditioning felt good on Nicole’s heated skin, and she made a B-line for the slushy machine.

“Blue raspberry is the obvious best choice,” Nicole said, filling her cup up to the brim.

“No way, cherry is the only valid flavor,” Rodrick said, already munching on a bag of sour gummy worms. She raised an eyebrow at him and he simply winked in response, causing Nicole to turn her head away when she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

Rodrick paid for their stuff and they spent the rest of the bike ride home trying to throw gummy worms at each other and catch them in their mouths.

“So.. there's a van. Outside your house. With your band name on it,” Nicole said, pointedly looking at him. Rodrick looked straight ahead.

“Yeah.” 

“And yet, you’re out here riding your bike. With me.”

“Yeah.”

“So what's the hold up? You don’t have your license yet or something?”

“I can drive!” Rodrick said indignantly, his voice cracking slightly, causing you to throw your head back in laughter.

“I’m saving up money to get it fixed,” he grumbled, pulling another wheelie.

“Doing tricks won’t distract me from this, Rodrick.

“Fine. Once its fixed, I’ll take you for a ride, deal?”

“Deal,” Nicole said primly, taking a sip of her slushy. 

Sooner than she thought, they ended up in front of their respective homes. The time had flown by - she hadn’t even noticed they were close.

She was about to wave goodbye and turn to go up her driveway when Rodrick cleared his throat.

“Hey, um… my band and I - we’re having practice tonight. Again. We have a gig later this week so we wanna practice as much as possible. Uhm. Would you wanna stop by? You can bring your guitar or whatever,” he said, looking down at his shoes that he was currently scuffing against the sidewalk.

“How do you know I play guitar?”

Somehow, Rodrick looked even more sheepish. “Uh, you left your window open, earlier. When you were practicing.”

This time, Nicole was the one to blush. Fuck. She hadn’t even thought about any one being able to hear her. And after Rodrick told her Loded Diper was originally a Motley Crue cover band.... Oh, he definitely knew she was whipped. Fuck!

“Haha, oh, yeah… uh, sure. I can come over.”

Rodrick grinned - a genuinely excited smile, not his usual impish smirk. It made Nicole’s heart stutter in her chest.

“Come over in an hour - I’ll get snacks.”

Nicole turned away without another word, deciding they would have plenty more to say to each other very soon. But fucking hell, what was she going to wear?

[mrsmaybank]

Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it. 

A/N: I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content, angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug addiction. Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content. Enjoy and PLEASE leave me feedback! 

TW: Language, age gap, sexual themes, use of “Little girl” as a pet name

Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=wnGjN7ncS5-ZoaXYmESY0g

Nothing should surprise you at a gas station at 3:53 in the morning. Yet as he witnessed the scene, Dr. Spencer Reid felt like he was in a film, watching an actress put on a show. Perhaps his exhaustion from a week long case was resulting in hallucinations. Because no way in hell was he watching a drunk girl explain the Ad Hominem fallacy to a gas station cashier ‘cause he wouldn’t sell her a pack of Malboros. He didn’t even know where to begin profiling her. The slurred voice didn’t match the perfectly worded, almost profound analysis she kept explaining to the disdained employee. His eyes scanned her for any more clues, beaten-up black converse, ripped denim shorts  A tiny tank top with some band he didn’t recognize. Her features were so unique, they were mesmerizing. The attraction he felt towards her was undeniable. But was it the irrationality of the situation in combination with his intense feeling of being out of place or the beautiful, wild mess of a girl with a notable command of the English language that was rendering him speechless? 

He swore he could’ve stayed in the trance forever, until he heard the bellowing shout of the previously silent cashier.  “Get the fuck out!”

“Jesus fuck fine! Fuck you!” 

He watched as she purposely knocked down a rack of chips as she stomped out in defeat, his mind instantly comparing her to a child throwing a fit when they didn’t get their way. Grabbing a coffee and a bag of pretzels, he walked over to the counter where the whole ordeal had gone down. 

“Just this?” the now calm cashier asked. Then Spencer did something that he normally would have blamed on alcohol, but was made under absolutely no influence other than the mystery girl. 

“Pack of Malboros?” he said, almost too unsure of himself. 

“I.D?” 

He took out his wallet and handed him his card, the cashier giving him the same look of awe everybody else did when they saw his FBI identification. He gave him a tight lipped smile, paid and made his way out of the store. His eyes searching for the girl who had completely accidentally grabbed his attention as he did. There she was, sitting back against the wall, legs crossed to her chest. 

“Late night?” he asked when she looked up at him.

She smiled. The grin was practically poisonous, it was infatuating. “Nah, early bird.” She joked. 

Spencer didn’t know what to say, so he just stared, memorizing every unique feature on her captivating face. “You look like you’re in yesterday's clothes too motherfucker.” And the only thing he could think of was giving her dirty mouth a lesson. 

He chuckled, “I am actually. Landed about,” he checked his wrist watch, “An hour and a half ago.” 

“On business? You look pretty office-y.” She scanned him up and down, and he pretended not to notice as she bit her lip in a soft smile. 

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “I heard you telling the man in there about Ad Hominem. It was a really insightful explanation, don’t get me wrong. But, uh why?”

“Well, instead of arguing with evidence, he started to insult my character. So I figured I might as well tell him what he’s doing, you know?”  

Spencer definitely did know, and it almost reminded him of something he would do. “I, uh, I do. More than you think. Anyways I uh-” he pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. “I got you these.” 

Her eyes lit up in a sad excitement, “I could kiss you right now.” she got up and he handed her the small box. She took two cigarettes out, placing one behind her ear and the other gently in between her lips, lighting it on her first go at the lighter. 

She inhaled hard, smiling at Spencer as she blew out the smoke. “You didn’t have to do this.” 

“But I did.” 

“You did huh? Well you really know your way into a girl's heart.” 

“Only girls like you.” The words spilled from his mouth before he could think. He scanned her eyes for any sense of offense. But she looked more amused. 

“And what kinda girl am I?” 

“Audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” She laughed out loud. 

“Got any evidence?”

“You’re drunk, alone at a gas station at 4 in the morning, and yet you’re participating in this conversation with little to no hesitation. You’re audacious. You’re dressed to flaunt what you know to many is tempting, you smile with ‘Fuck Me’ eyes. You’re promiscuous. You’re witty and know about literary fallacies, you’re articulate and know exactly what you’re saying even under the influence. You’re clever. And again, you’re drunk alone at a gas station at 4 in the morning. You’re troubled.” 

“Well you got me pinned against the wall.” 

“Ha, not yet.” 

“Oh shit Mr. Office.” she choked out in between drags and chuckles. 

Spencer watched as she repeated the same slow motion of dragging the cig to and away from her perfect lips, exhaling the smoke. “You gotta name?” 

“Spencer.”

“That’s pretty screamable.”

Spencer couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth. This girl was a fire, an intense flame that he wouldn’t be able to stop from ravaging him. The laugh caused him to drop his wallet, and before he could pick it up, the girl was opening it. He winced in anticipation for questions about his job. Not out of fear, but more of annoyance. 

“I don’t trust the government.” she looked at him, completely seriously and then back to his wallet. “Dr. Spencer Reid.” A grin spread across her face, “I’ve never fucked a doctor before. Or an FBI agent.” 

Spencer was speechless, this girl was just too much trouble. “What’s your name?” 

“Hey, just cause you accidentally exposed yourself does not mean I have to.”

“I’m never gonna fuck you if I don’t know your name.”

“Y/N.” she spat out quickly, “Y/N.”

“Okay, good. Do you need a ride home?”

“This feels a little kidnapy don’t you think Dr?”

“I’m doing my job as law enforcement. Naive little girl at a gas station at 4 in the morning. This sounds like the beginning of a case, I’m trying to do my job.”

“I’m not naive.” she said in mock offense. 

 “Get in the car.” She giggled and skipped happily in Spencer's footsteps to the passenger seat. 

“What's your job anyways?”

“I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, I profile Serial Killers.” 

“Profiler? No wonder you got me all figured out.”

She laughed again, “You profiled me!”

She began to play with his stereo, playing the kind of music meant to fall in love to. Spencer glanced at her as he drove. There was so much left to learn about her, but he could tell she was special in every connotation. He wanted to spend the rest of his life learning new things about her. 

As they pulled into her small apartment complex he turned to her for the final time, “Hey why didn’t the cashier sell you the cigarettes anyways?” 

“I’m not 21.” 

“I gave drugs to a minor.” 

“Not a minor. Not coke.” 

She grabbed his face, pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling into it and licking a stripe with her tongue across his blushing skin. “Bye Dr. Thanks for the ride.” He watched as she walked up the stairs into the only apartment with the lights on.