#but yeah!! I got into honours -at the same school- and I’m doing it part time to better accomodate my health

[chronicillnesscaneffoffplease]

I graduated from my bachelor degrees yesterday. It still feels like a bit of a dream.

I’ve got two fancy pieces of paper now, and a fancy hat, and a feeling of pride that I made it through uni, let alone while my health crashed and burned around me, through multiple investigative surgeries and procedures, and so many diagnoses, in the midst of a global pandemic. I, and many of my friends, and my peers, we made it.

But the day took a huge toll on me. Wake up early to get ready. Ready includes the waist-high compression stockings I sometimes don’t have the strength to put on. Struggle with them for a solid while. A beautiful dress, with pockets!! Wear sensible shoes, with a low heel and additional arch support. Worry about tripping or fainting while walking the stage for a good long while. Instead, trip and fall on the way to registration, banging my knee onto carpet covered concrete. Ouch. Sit in the shade, with sunnies on, hoping I don’t develop a migraine while waiting for doors to open for us to be seated in the hall. Walk the stage without any issues, but lean heavily on the bannister as I cautiously take the steps off the stage. Let loose and allow myself a glass of champagne to celebrate after. Roll my ankle again, walking to a photo location after the ceremony. Start to feel exhausted, but know we still have dinner plans. Majorly enjoy dinner, almost forgetting that my stomach will hate me for it later. Still had to take my meds, still had to pay attention to most of my pain and migraine mitigation strategies on this day that’s so special, but cannot be just about me, because it is also about my managing my illnesses and how they are never going away.

So here I am at home, resting, nursing a twice sprained ankle, a sore knee, a gastro intestinal tract that can’t deal with the excitement and nerves and lovely celebration dinner, a flu-like feeling and thermoregulation issues and malaise (so a fatigue flare up basically). But it was worth it.

I did it. And I’m going to keep doing it at my own pace as long as I can. I’ve been accepted for an honours year (or 2- part time) and I hope to do more after that. Disabled and chronically ill people belong in academia. Our voices are important.

[cheeeeseburger]

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Lance Stroll x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this one, but I wrote it in honour of the Canadian GP! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes!

“Lance, I think you should call security. Look who’s here!” Your older brother pointed at you, acting like you were some kind of crazy fan who sneaked in.

You glanced at your brother “They really let you in? Even with your ugly face? It’s going to be bad for their PR, I tell you.” He only sticked his tongue out to you in response.

“Hey, kid,” Lance simply said.

You grinned at Lance, and when he smiled back, it was like you were fourteen again, trying to impress him when skiing at the Mont Tremblant, sneaking glances at him. Gosh, he still had that boyish look that used to make you stutter in front of him.

“Salut, Lance. It’s been a while” you said. He pulled you closed to give you a kiss on each cheek. He smelled like that one hoodie of his that he gave you years ago when you were cold at La Ronde. Embarrassingly, you still wear it sometimes, probably more than you should.

“I know, you’ve changed, kid. You used to be so small. I guess you grew up, huh?”

To prove his point, you gave him a little spin, with your sundress flowing around your thighs. Lance looked at you up and down, noticing that you had grew in all the right places. He flushed a little.

“I guess I did,” you answered, looking right into his eyes. For once, it was him who seemed more affected by your interaction. Your cheeks were only coloured a light pink, a clear amelioration from the tomato look you used to rock whenever you talked to Lance.

Your brother put a stop to the moment you two shared. “Alright, quit showing off. She is still the same as before, only without the braces. Don’t be fooled, Lance, she is still an airhead.” You smacked him on the arm.  “An airhead with a uni degree, dumbass. You’re a college dropout.”

That was a low blow, but still, your brother deserved it. You got a middle finger in response. Lance chuckled, seeing that you hadn’t changed completely.

“You’re still as quick as you were before, kid,” he said, laughing. “What’s your degree in? Engineering, right?”

“Yeah, I just graduated in mechanical engineering. But I’m starting my master in the fall, at McGill.”

He looked impressed at your degree and at the famous Montreal school you attended. “Damn kid, you’re not the type to take it easy, huh? Unlike your lazy ass brother over there.” He lightly punched him on his arm. Your brother pretended to be offended. “Come on guys, do I really deserve all this verbal abuse?”

He saw you laugh, and decided he could not let that slide. “You, shut up, or I’ll tell Lance you had his picture in your locker in high school.”

You gasped. Oh no he didn’t.

Lance laughed, blushing a little. “That’s cute. What about college? Do you have a picture of me at McGill?” He looked way too smug.

This was bad. Very bad. Still, was he just flirting with you?

At the same time, his father entered the paddock. You jumped at the opportunity to change the subject.

“Lawrence, mon Stroll préféré!” You smiled at him. The older man opened his arm to give you a hug.

“Mon sucre d’orge, how are you?” He always had the best hug, making you feel safe and loved.

Lawrence Stroll was like an uncle to you, a father even. Your family and the Stroll family were very close, and you grew up side by side with the Stroll children, even though you were a few years younger than them. You went skiing together during the winter break. You went on vacations together. Your summers were filled with meals at each other house, and you ended up begging to sleepover every single time. To this day, the smell of chlorine always takes you back to endless afternoons spent playing in the pool at the Stroll house.

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be here!” you replied. You had seen the man only a few weeks earlier, at your graduation dinner, so there wasn’t much catching up to do.

Lawrence exclaimed: “Mon sucre d’orge, you should be at every races! After you finish your master, you should work for us!”

You beamed at the man: “I would like that very much.” It’s true, you would love it. And you had the degree for it.

“So would I. And I wouldn’t be the only one,” he added in a whisper, gesturing towards Lance.

You turned a deep shade of red. Typical you. Lawrence always knew you had a thing for his son. Luckily, Lance did not look like he had heard what his father just said. If he did, you’d have to leave Montreal to live in a country where there are no races.

You brother shook hands with Lawrence, talking for a while. You listened with one ear, too busy sneaking glances at Lance. He was doing the same thing, admiring the silhouette that your dress gave you, the way your hair was framing your face, your slightly parted lips. He surprised himself and started daydreaming about how it would feel to push you against the wall, lifting one of your legs while he stunned you with kisses all over your face.

Lance was pulled out of his fantasy when your brother said it was time to go.

“Bonne chance, Lance,” you wished him good luck shyly, then followed your brother out of the paddock. Oh, your massive crush was so back.

He watched you leave, mesmerized by you, your presence, the way you carry yourself. You were no longer an awkward teen, but a beautiful young woman.

“Poor girl. You know she had a crush on you for years, right? Good on her for moving on.” Lawrence said to his son, sighing. “She really has a heart of gold, and she’s way too bright for her own good. The man who will have her heart will be a lucky man. A very lucky man indeed.”

Later during the day, you received a message from Lance. This was unusual. The last time he had texted you was to wish you a happy birthday three months ago.

Hey kid, it��s me.

You replied quickly, not wanting to bother with pretending to be too busy to answer. When it came to Lance, you were too weak to play hard to get. Also, this afternoon was the first time he had shown signs that he did not see you as your brother's sister, but as a pretty girl. You would be a fool not to jump at the opportunity, if the opportunity came.

Hi, what’s up?

Have you eaten yet?

Yeah, why?

Let me bring you some desert.

What???

Text me your address. Nvm I got it.

Lance, what’s going on?

He didn’t answer after that. Realizing that he was probably on his way, you started tidying up your appartement. It was pretty neat already though, so you mostly did it to distract you. From the corner of your eye, you saw his hoodie and quickly threw it in your wardrobe. If he did come to your place, this was the kind of things that he should not see, like your F1 calendar from last year that was still hung up to the month of January, because he was the picture of the month. But why the hell would Lance show up at your door?

A knock on the door made you jump. You opened it to find Lance on your doorstep, carrying a bag.

“Hey, I brought you a sweet treat”, he announced, letting himself in. You were too shocked to speak. Chat, is this real? He noticed your appearance. You were wearing a silk nightgown. “Are you ready for bed already?” he asked, confused.

Finally, he seemed real enough for you to gain back the ability to speak.

“Uhhh, yeah?”

“What are you, 90? It’s not even 9 yet!”

“So what? I like to be comfortable,” you responded, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He stared at you and your short nightgown, letting his gaze linger on the sight that was the strap sliding of your left shoulder. He wanted to leave a kiss on that exact spot.

“No, no, you’re good, I just expected you to be ready to go out or something,” he said laughing, while walking in your apartment. “You got a nice place.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Why did you expect me to go out?” You followed him around in your apartment. It was weird to see him there, but he looked so good in his Boss hoodie that you let it slide for now.

“Gee, uh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s a Thursday night and you’re young and in Montreal?” he answered like you had asked the dumbest question. He finally settled in your kitchen, leaving the box he was carrying on the counter. “Where are your plates?”

“Over here,” you opened the cabinet door at the same time he made a move to grab the doorknob, leaving him towering over you. The last time the two of you had been so close was before puberty. Internally, you were screaming. He grabbed two plates.

“What did you bring? And what are you doing here?” you asked, trying to hide the affect that his proximity had on you. “And I do go out, sometimes.”

“Having dinner with my dad and your parents doesn’t count. I bought you your favourite tiramisu, from that Italian restaurant you always dragged us to when we were kids.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t worry, I do go out to shake my ass.” He raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes widening a little. You hoped he was imagining you in a tight dress, dancing in the club. You got out two spoons and a knife out of your cutlery drawer. “Thanks for the sweet treat, but why though?”

Lance opened the box to reveal a gorgeous tiramisu. He was right, this dessert really was your favourite, specifically the recipe they used at this restaurant. You both sat on the stools hidden underneath your countertop. “Can’t a guy do something nice?” he said sarcastically.

You looked at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Lance, come on, be for real. We haven’t seen each other in years, then you show up unannounced at my place.” You cut the dessert and placed it on your respective plates.

He put his hand in the air: “What! I have no bad intentions, I swear. I just thought you could use some sugar.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. Against your wish, you let out a small moan as you took your first bite out of the tiramisu. It really was that good. You turned beet red and surprisingly, so did he. Cute.

“Lance, you know I used to have a crush on you, right? But that was years ago, so if you expect me to fall at your feet and sleep with you, you’re in the wrong place, buddy.” This was a lie. He could have you anywhere he wanted, and you would say thank you.

His eyes shuttered a little when he took his first bite. “I’m flattered that you used to have a crush on me, but also a little insulted. How come you don’t have one right now? And is your opinion of me so low that you believe I could really use you like that?” He really did look insulted.

You took another bite of the tiramisu, this time fulling embracing the moan coming out of your mouth. He looked positively flushed now.

“Lance, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. It was like you finally realized I was a grown woman now.”

He took a bite, and he let his head fall back a little. So two can play this game. You were feeling hot all over. It was like a tennis match between the two of you, a duel. All of this over a sweet treat.

“It’s true that you made quite the impression on me earlier. It must be the lack of braces,” he said sarcastically.

You made a show of licking your spoon when you finished your portion. He looked jealous of the spoon.The ball is in your court, sir.

“Oh really? It wasn’t my curves that my dress showed off nicely, or how long my legs looked with those heels? It’s weird, every other guy there seemed to notice my body. I even got the number of an engineer. I think I’m going to go out with him, I might even sleep with him, all that good stuff.” The look on his face was priceless.

It seems you had won this round. He didn’t touch his tiramisu, only bit his bottom lip. He was blushing hard but wanted to maintain his poker face.

“None of these things crossed my mind,” he answered, though it was a very obviously fake answer. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. It was very good for your ego. If your seventeen years old self could see you right now, she’d be proud.

You hit him with quite the shot when you picked up some tiramisu with your spoon off his plate. The simple gesture had quite the effect on him. His gaze followed your spoon from his plate to your mouth. In your face, sir.

“That’s too bad. I wanted you to notice them,” you said innocently.

He did not take this shot well, and immediately went into attack mode. He pulled your stool closer to his and started massaging your calf. He was not playing anymore.

“Don’t worry, kid, I can see them very clearly now.” He stared at you and the generous cleavage your nightdress gave you. The innuendo in his eyes was very clear. You could cut the tension in the room with the same knife you had cut the dessert with.

You moaned softly. This time, it had nothing to do with the tiramisu, and everything to do with the way his hand was slowly getting higher and higher on your leg. Yeah, it was over. He definitely won the match.

You looked at his eyes, which were now a nice shade of bedroom eyes. You felt all the hesitation you had leave your body, and so did your judgement.

“Lance. I really want to have sex with you right now.” How embarrassing to say this out loud. But it wasn't your fault, really. His face and the tiramisu were a deadly combo.

He smirked at your admission. “I thought you said I shouldn’t expect to sleep with you earlier.”

You responded quickly. “Screw what I said. Wait, no, screw me instead,” you leaned from your stool to pull his hoodie off.

He let you take it off, but he was wearing a shirt underneath. He smirked. “In a hurry?”

“Yeah, and for a guy that drives fast for a living, you’re slow as hell.” He laughed at that, and you took off his shirt too. It was sight to be seen. Niagara Falls is nothing compared to Lance Stroll shirtless. He should be on Canadian postcards instead of Lake Louise.

“Don’t worry kid, I can go fast if need be.” You were getting very turned on, and he had not even made a move yet. “So that means you’ll sleep with me?” You leaned to give him kisses all over his neck. 10 years of wanting him made you desperate like that. He shivered at your touch, and he felt your smile against his neck. How flattering to get a reaction out of him. He gently lifted you off your stool and picked up you like a doll so you could sit on his lap. You immediately resumed your activity and went back to kiss his neck, occasionally leaving a mark.

“You seem to want it so bad, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. Our friendship means the world to me,” he said, teasing you.

“Uh uh. Can we add “with benefits” to the title of our friendship? Because I really want to get to the benefits right now.” You said in between hickeys. He was holding your waist to keep you close. How you both fitted on that tiny little stool, you had no idea, but this stool was now considered blessed in your mind.

“Since you asked so nicely. Your brother told me you had a boyfriend though.” His grip on you tightened.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and I don’t care about him. He’s probably in a bar somewhere, talking to other women, which is fine, since we are not together.” It was his turn to give you attention. He made a trail of kisses all over your neck and jaw, stopping near the corner of your mouth.

“That’s good. Do you have sex with him sometimes?” he asked possessively, which was very unlike him. Lance had never shown an interest in you, and he now wanted to know who you were sleeping with.

“Yeah.” It’s hard to form complete sentences when your crush of the last 10 years is busy leaving marks all over your neck.

“Is he any good to you?” He stopped to look you in the eyes, but kept you distracted by playing with the strap of your nightdress.

“I guess. But I hope you will change my opinion of what is good sex and what is bad sex.” You put your hands behind his neck and started kissing him. It quickly turned into a make out session. He tasted like tiramisu. This was an Oscar worthy kiss. A painting should be made to commemorate the moment. A page in history books should be dedicated to it. Still kissing you, Lance stood up and lifted you with him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” You must have done something good recently. You felt like one of God’s favourites.

You did not sound like yourself when you answered, “The next door to your right.” It was a very surreal moment. He opened the door and gently put you down on your bed. He was standing up, shirtless, and it looked a lot like the teenage fantasy of him you had for years.

Your hair was spread all over the pillow, and your nightdress had ridden up. Playboy magazine would have loved you back in the days. “You’re gorgeous. You look like an angel,” Lance said. “How come I’ve never noticed it before?”

You blushed. “You were too busy thinking of me as a sister.” Your propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him. The sight took your breath away. “Don’t move, I’m taking a mental picture of you. You look so fucking hot right now.”

It was his turn to blush. “Thanks.” He pulled you by your ankles so you could sit on the edge of the bed. He then got on his knees, and ladies and gents, that nearly did it for you. You felt very, very hot. His hand slid under your nightdress so he could take of your underwear. It was hard to remember to breathe.

“Gosh, are we in porn movie or something? No guy has ever gotten on his knees for me before, but they sure as hell expect me to.” You said, laughing in embarrassment at your lack of experience.

“Boys are stupid.” All of Montreal probably heard you when he first touched you with his tongue. It was too much: his touch, the sight of him between your thighs, the grunts he made, you had to grip the sheets to stay still. By the noises he made, he seemed to enjoy himself too.

It took an embarrassing short amount of time for you to shake and scream in pleasure. No guy had ever made you come so quickly, and it had never felt as good. Sadly, it would probably never feel so good ever again. He got out from your nightdress and smirked when he saw you panting.

“You’re the one out of breath, huh?” He licked his lips, and you nearly came again.

“Shut up” was all you had to say. Lance laughed: “Real mature.” He once again took you by the ankles, this time to push you back to the center of the bed. He got on top of you.

“Is this the part where you get inside of me?” He smiled. “You’re so eager. It’s cute. The Aston Martin cap you have is cute too,” he said, referencing the baseball cap on your dresser.

“It’s for Alonso,” you replied, blushing. Lance smirked and whispered in your ear “Yeah, right.” He started kissing your jawline. The whole block probably heard you moaning. Having him on top of you felt so good. Your nails were probably hurting him from how hard you were gripping his back, but he didn’t complain. “Too bad it’s not him in your bed right now.” You shut him up with a kiss.

“Please, Lance, you have to get in me,” you whined. You unzipped his pants and palmed him. “Please, please, please.” He was making pained noises too, and he got out a condom from his pocket. So he had come to your place expecting to get laid. You decided to put the thought aside for now.

You stopped thinking anyway the second he got inside of you. The feeling was nearly overwhelming, and every time he moved, you couldn’t help but moan.

“Lance, goddam, why didn’t we do this earlier?” you asked between screams. He seemed pleased. You arched your back and it was his turn to let out grunts. “Well, we’re doing it now,” he sounded in pain.

“You’re going to ruin me for every other guy”, you complained. Not long after, Montreal heard you scream his name as you came undone for the second time that evening. He copied you a short while later. Both of you were panting, too stunned by what just happened. It was definitely the best sex of your life, but you were too shy to ask him if it was any good. You hoped it was.

You were just about to ask him if he wanted to spend the night when he suddenly got up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them. “I gotta go. Don’t tell anyone we did this.” You pulled yourself to sit against your headboard. You wanted to cry. “Are you serious?”

All he said was: “Yeah, I am. I’ll see you around.” And he left, leaving you speechless in the bed where he just had you. When you heard the door close on his way out, you broke down in tears. How could he be so cruel? He had just used you, ruining years of friendship for this. You felt hurt and humiliated.

After a few minutes of crying hysterically, you suddenly could not stand having his smell on your sheets. It was nearly midnight, but you started ripping them off your bed, and you threw them in the washing machine. There were signs of his passage everywhere in your apartment, and it hurt too bad. You started cleaning manically, from scrubbing the floor to washing your entire silverware. After, it was you who needed to be rid of him. His touch lingered on your skin. You scrubbed your skin until it turned red and shampooed your hair about 5 times. As expected, you broke down crying in the shower. Lance was your friend; he had been since you were kids. Did none of that matter? Were you just a quick fuck to him? A one-night stand that did not even last a night?

You didn’t recognize him. He was such a kind soul. How could you ever face him again? And the fact that he asked you to not tell anyone? The worst thing is, you knew you would never tell anyone, because the humiliation would be too bad.

Eventually, you passed out in exhaustion on the couch. You had to attend the whole weekend, otherwise it would be suspicious, since people expected you to be there. You put on your best dresses, your brave face and you showed up Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You talked with Lawrence, hanged out with your brother and some friends, you even made small talk with some of the drivers. Your heart hurt like a bitch the whole time, but at least you managed to avoid Lance. That engineer who gave you his number came to see you again, and you made plans for later in the week. Any distraction was welcome.

By the late afternoon on Sunday, you had had enough. You felt tired, heartsick and exhausted after a weekend of fake smiling. Leaving was the only thing you wanted to do. Perhaps you should book a vacation, give your heart a break. Or at least get extremely drunk with your friends. Maybe do both.

You were hiding in a corner, waiting for your brother when a shadow appeared. It was Lance, of course, towering over you. Immediately, your heart started beating fast. Stupid heart. His hair was all ruffled and he was sweating lightly. He had the same look when he was on his knees for you.

“Hey, kid,” he sounded so casual, like nothing had happened between the two of you, like he didn’t have half of your heart.

“Allô. Good job on the race today.” You hoped your voice was not trembling. You did not even attempt to look at him in the eyes, afraid of revealing your pain. The guy you had liked for years made you feel wanted then crushed you in a matter of hours. Of course, that didn’t seem to matter to him.

He put his hand under your chin to force you to look at him, then caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Thanks. Listen, I hope you did not expect anything more than what we did last night. I’m leaving Montreal soon anyway.” Tears started to sting your eyes, but you tried your best to hide them, but Lance was not a fool.

“Not at all. This was just a one-time thing.” You smiled, but tears were running down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb.

“You’re cute when you lie. I’ll see you around.” Lance kissed your cheek, then left you in shock, hiding in the corner. His gaze did not betray any sign of regrets. Your heart was shattered in million tiny pieces that he could crush between two fingers. It was cut into bite-size pieces that he could eat, like that damn tiramisu.

That night, you went home and tried to drown any thoughts of him with ice cream and sad music. It did not work.

A few glasses of wine in, your phone buzzed. It was the man of the hour.

I’ll be at your place in 10.

Against your better judgement, you opened the door to him in your cutest nightdress with mascara tears running down your face. He didn’t bother with tiramisu this time. Nor did he the next time. And the next time.

To be used by him was better than not having him at all.

[ashxketchum]

Taiora - Hugging them from behind.

Is it ok to ask for Sora to be the one hugging Taichi?

+ smirking in a way that suggests more requested by @xnananko

Thank you for the request Anon, and for letting me know that you wanted Sora to be the one to initiate the hug. Though I'll be honest, when I first saw the notification of the ask, I could only read the first part and I'd already decided that Sora would be the one hugging so I'm glad our thoughts matched up 💖

This fic is set in a post adventure canon divergent au aka no 02/tri/kizuna/epilogue etc 😌

Hope you guys like reading it, posting something Taiora related after 7 months 😅

🧡~~❤️

Taichi would be lying to himself if he said that he had remembered Sora’s birthday correctly.

In fact, in the week leading up to it, he kept thinking he was forgetting something important but couldn’t put a finger on it. Until he arrived at school that morning and passed by Sora’s classroom, almost doing a double take noticing the crowd that had gathered inside. He’d always known that she was the kind of girl who made friends with people easily, but it was when he saw seniors and juniors alike handing her little packages and wishing her enthusiastically did Taichi realise, that maybe he didn’t know Sora all that well after all. He’d quickly made his way back to his own classroom, a little grateful that they weren’t in the same class this year and he could take this time to think about how he was going to make it up to her.

A distant memory of a failed gift from his childhood appeared in Taichi’s mind, how when he’d assumed what was better for Sora without asking her how she felt, it left her feeling upset with him during a crucial Digimon attack. He reminded himself to not make a mistake like that again, lest a wormhole opened up above their school and dropped more evil Digimon which Sora might refuse to fight against together with him.

All jokes aside, Taichi knew that he had to act and act fast. He texted Koushiro casually, asking him if he’d gotten anything for Sora at school, trying to make it seem like that he just wanted to check whether it was better to hand over the gift later, outside of school. His friend replied almost instantly, stating that he’d handed his gift to the birthday girl right at the school entrance this morning. Taichi tried his best not to curse under his breath, he’d seen a glimpse of Mimi’s pastel hair in Sora’s classroom, so he knew there was no point in asking the chirpy brunette. So as a last resort, he turned in his seat and came face to face with his best friend.

“You forgot Sora’s birthday,” Yamato muttered dryly, not looking up from the book he was reading, as if this conversation didn’t deserve that honour.

“Yeah.” Taichi accepted his fault, knowing that there was no point in trying to hide the truth from someone as observant as Yamato.

“And?” Yamato turned the page of the book he was reading and still did not seem as invested enough in this problem as Taichi would like him to be.

“Did you get her anything?”

“I’m dating her best friend, Taichi, so of course we got her a gift. As a matter of fact, we handed it over to her yesterday itself.” Yamato stated this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was Taichi’s fault that he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“And you didn’t think of reminding me?” Taichi asked, exasperated by his best friend’s cold behaviour.

“What am I? Your assistant?”

“No, I’d like to think you’re my best friend, but apparently not.” Taichi gritted his teeth and turned away from Yamato, letting his head drop on his desk with a loud thud that scared some of his classmates seated around him.

“Just go to the convenience store during lunch and buy her some chocolates.” Yamato offered in a much softer tone than before, maybe the best friend comment seemed to get to him.

“It’s Sora! I can’t just buy her cheap chocolates for her birthday.”

As much as he wanted to hide his guilt and frustration with himself, it was hard to keep the emotions in when he felt so helpless. With his current track record of gifting stupid stuff to Sora, he wanted to make sure that this time around he’d get her something she would truly like. Of course, to do that he should’ve strived to remember her birthday correctly in the first place. However, Taichi still felt that if he had time on his side, he could make up for this blunder and walk up to Sora with the perfect gift in his hand. Maybe Yamato had figured his intentions out too, because he heard his friend sigh loudly behind him.

“I’ll help you in avoiding her today,” Yamato said.“Just make sure you go buy a gift after school and hand it over to her in the evening.”

“You’d do that for me?” Taichi raised his head and looked at Yamato with shining eyes.

“Yes. I am your best friend right?” Yamato smirked as he turned his attention back to his book.

It seemed that Yamato and Mimi were addicted to texting each other in between classes, which is how his best friend was able to figure out Sora’s schedule for the day, and that made hiding from her a very simple task for Taichi. He managed to keep his profile low the entire day, only stepping out from the comfort of his classroom when it was time for his afternoon soccer practice. But he wasn’t worried about getting caught then since most of the school would’ve emptied by the time his practice was over and Yamato had mentioned something about Sora making plans with Mimi for the evening.

And that’s why, as practice went on and Taichi completely immersed himself in the sport, he let his guard down, ruining all the effort he’d put into staying under the radar during school hours.

He stood gulping down water from his sipper at the edge of the soccer field. Their Coach had wrapped up practice with a few words of advice and while most of his teammates were heading back to the locker room, he considered if he should stay back for about thirty minutes to work on his weak points. He’d already figured out what he would buy for Sora, so he knew he wouldn’t take too much time in getting the gift to her, which should free up some extra time for soccer right now. The sun had only just begun to set and Taichi viewed the orange hue that had started to spread across the skyline with a hint of confusion.

Before he could reach a decision, however, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

Taichi felt his whole body tremble as a familiar and sweet, flowery scent reached him along with the warmth that spread across his back as someone pressed themselves against it. He was frozen to the spot and colour rushed into his cheeks when he looked down and noticed the slender arms that now rested comfortably around his waist. The dimmed rays of sunlight made the beige coloured skin shine like bronze, making his fingers twitch with an ache to trace his name slowly across her arm.

“Gotcha!” A soft giggle reached his ears as he felt a chin rest upon his shoulder.

Taichi tried his best to not jump as an electric sensation ran across his body through his ears, the part where Sora’s breath had tickled against his skin still buzzing. His heart began to beat fast when the fact that Sora’s chest was now touching his back registered in his panic stricken mind.

Deep down he didn’t mind the proximity, especially when Sora had been the one to initiate it.

He was used to letting his hand brush past hers or bumping his shoulder with hers when they walked side by side. He didn’t try to hold himself back when he sat next to her, letting his knee rest by hers, letting his head fall onto her shoulder for a quick nap. He never hesitated to take her hand into his own when they walked through crowded streets or ran to get to school on time. However, Sora had never done anything like this before, sure she played along with him when he tried it, but in those few moments when he expected this of her, she’d shy away by averting her gaze or moving further apart.

Something about today must really be different for Sora to suddenly hug him from behind like this.

With all the willpower he could muster, Taichi pried her hands away from his body carefully and took a few step forwards, so he could turn around and face her with a nervous smile.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” She returned his smile in full, cherry eyes filled with excitement as she looked at him.

“You’re quite the popular girl today, huh?” Taichi joked, an attempt to hide the anxiousness of being caught before he had the time to get her a gift.

“Is that why you didn’t come to see me all day today?” Sora folded her arms across her chest, tilting her head as she passed him a confused look.

“Yeah.” He lied, swallowing the nervous gulp in his throat with great difficulty, “Almost couldn’t find you, what with your ladies in waiting forming a wall around you.”

Sora narrowed her eyes at him, he could see the gears in her mind turning as she dissected his words and behaviour. He squirmed under her gaze, finding it difficult to hold his ground, he looked up at the sky instead and started to whistle in a low tune. If Sora hadn’t figured out he was trying to hide something from her till now, he knew that this would’ve definitely given him away. As expected, in the next moment she shook her head and sighed tiredly.

“You forgot it was my birthday today, didn’t you?”

“No, I did not! I totally remembered, you just looked so busy-”

“Oh, Taichi please don’t lie to me today.” She interrupted him with a raised hand and he hated how disappointed she sounded. This was the exact opposite of how he’d expected their conversation to go once he finally decided to face her today.

“Just admit that you forgot, I won’t be mad at you,” Sora said, letting her hands drop to her side so she could fidget with the hem of her uniform skirt.

“I didn’t forget.” Taichi reasserted, though he had no idea from where he was getting the guts to lie so confidently. “I...I even- I even prepared an amazing gift for you.”

Since he’d already dug a hole for himself with the first lie, Taichi decided that he might as well dig a little deeper. Looking at the sudden spark of interest that spread across Sora’s face, he felt more motivated to keep going with the plan he’d just come up with a few seconds ago, despite how utterly crazy and reckless it was.

“Really?” She asked him, eyes wide with hope as she stared at him.

“Yeah. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should get you this year.” Taichi cleared his throat and took a step forward, reducing the distance between them slightly, “But nothing I saw seemed like the perfect gift that I know you deserve, so I came up with something else. Something...something I couldn’t have given you in front of everyone else.”

The sun had pretty much disappeared against the tall skyscrapers of Tokyo, which left the sky drenched in deep shades of purples and oranges. The violet hues danced off of Sora’s auburn hair, surrounding her with a reddish glow that made it hard for Taichi to look away from. Her bright eyes were fixed on him, anticipation bubbling through them as a pink tint spread across her cheeks. What he was about to do next scared him slightly, but looking at her right now, when she was surrounded by a mesmerising radiance that beckoned Taichi to come closer, he knew that he was taking the right step.

This might not be the gift he’d originally thought of, but it was still a perfect gift nonetheless.

With that thought, Taichi took another step forward to close the distance between them.

He cupped Sora’s chin in his hand and tilted her face upwards, pressing his lips to hers gently. He smiled against her lips when he felt both her hands clutch onto his t-shirt as he leaned deeper into the kiss. A soft moan reached his ears when he used his tongue to caress her lips, tasting her orange-flavoured lip balm. He raised his other hand and traced his fingers across her cheek, feeling her soft skin at his fingertips just so he could remind himself that this wasn’t a dream, but he really was standing on the school soccer field and kissing Sora.

The thought jolted awake his rational side and Taichi pulled away from the kiss abruptly, darting his head around to check if they were being watched. He sighed with relief when he noticed that the lights were out in the school building and the field was completely deserted as well. When he turned his attention back to Sora, he saw that she was still clinging to his chest as pouted up at him.

“So..uh..yeah, happy birthday,” Taichi murmured as he avoided looking at her eyes, feeling the repercussion of his bold move flood to his cheeks in the form of a hot flush.

“Hm. I wouldn’t consider it a happy birthday yet,” Sora said as her lips curved upwards and she let her gaze drop to his lips.

“Uh, I don’t understand-”

“Come on, Taichi,” Sora smirked at him as she stood on her toes so she could lean closer towards him. A mischievous glint danced across her dark, rosy eyes as her smile and low tone suggested more than what her innocent words let on, “You can still give me a better gift than that, right?”

Taichi held his breath for a moment, waiting to see if Sora would laugh and push him away, claiming that she was just joking. But when her eyes stayed fixed on his face and her hands continued to hold onto his chest tightly, he allowed himself to grin as he snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

“The birthday girl’s wish is my command.”

🧡~~❤️

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 2 - Malaysia

Happy Multi-21 Day to all who celebrate!!

Fun fact about me, I’ve never watched Malaysia 2013 in full. Until today. 

For all the newbies who started following me over the winter break, my abridged F1 story is that I grew up watching F1 with my Dad, then stopped when he passed away in 2007, then started watch it again mid-way through 2013 thanks to one of my high school friends. The first race I watched after my hiatus was Spain, then due to the BBC rights deal where they only had half the races live, the next race I saw after that was Canada. Which Seb won, and I felt bad that people were booing him, so I decided to start supporting him as a result.

I was filled in on the whole Multi-21 drama later, and have since seen the highlight reel in my 2013 season review DVD. But in honour of the race’s tenth anniversary, I’m watching the race in full. So, this may or may not be agonising (live blog under a read more to avoid clogging up your dashes!)

Worth adding, I’m not going to discuss in detail who was right or wrong or whatever, this is simply a record of me watching the Great Red Bull Civil War of March 2013. (with snacks to stress eat obvs)

This liveblog is once again brought to you by F1 TV Access, truly one of the best purchases I’ve made all year.

Anyway I’ve put my big girl trousers on and pressed play and THE OLD F1 INTRO I MISS YOU SO. Proper core memory right there.

Also also Sepang is a banging circuit and I miss her :(

It rained half an hour before the race???? oh jeez

Seb on pole, about to go and commit crimes

AHHHH JENSON!!!!

also remember when Checo drove for McLaren??? wild times.

I do really want to re-watch the 2013 season in full since there’s races from the first half of the season I missed, but that’s for a later day today is dedicated to the drama

Helmet watch: Seb’s blue chrome helmet is super pretty

[Formation Lap]: Everyone on inters bc of the aforementioned rain. Malaysia 2013 really was going for the That Bitch title of 2013.

ayyyy Toto sighting

“This should be a cracking motor race” Oh Brundle, if only you knew what was about to unfold

[Start/Lap 1]: Seb keeps P1, Mark into P2 bc Fernando got a little too frisky

oh rip Fernando’s front wing

Jenson into P5. Yeah that feels good.

Fernando re-took P2, I don’t think he knows half his front wing his hanging off.

[Lap 2]: Oop there she breaks.

Ah, not telling your driver they have a broken front wing. Just Ferrari things.

[Lap 3]: Did not notice Lewis getting up into P3 as a result of Fernando’s DNF.

Meanwhile Rosberg and Jenson are having a little fistfight. Nico won P4.

The supposedly fun part of watching this race for the first time is that I know exactly what happens between Seb and Mark, I just have no idea when. It’s like jaws and a jack in the box combined.

oh man I do not miss the old graphics of having the grid on the bottom of the screen, and waiting for your driver to come back up and hoping they were in the same place

[Lap 5]: ROCKY!!!!!!

Rocky team radio, feels good feels organic. (Don’t make me pick a favourite Seb engineer I love them all equally)

oh Kimi’s gone rallying on the apex of one of the corners.

[Lap 6]: Seb pits for mediums! First onto the dry tyres

oh jeez he just lost three places between corners bc of how slippery the track still is

[Lap 7]: RBR: Mark stay out it’s too wet in sector 1!! Meanwhile 5 or 6 cars come into the pits for slicks

Seb up into P7, which becomes P6 as Lewis pits.

dfaeguighush Lewis drove into the McLaren pit box 🤣

I lowkey love it when drivers do that

“Felipe Massa is now the fastest man on track” 2010s F1 intensifies 

Live Nicole Scherzinger reaction to Lewis’ pitstop

[Lap 8]: Hiiiiii Bono!!!

Gotta take all the nice crumbs before the race turns round and stabs me

[Lap 10]: oh wow James Vowels was already head of Merc strategy at this point.

[Lap 11]: ANYWAY, after the pitstop shuffle Mark is in P1 on hards, Seb in P2 on Mediums. I’m anxious.

The race has calmed down now it’s dry but I am not calm as I’m now waiting for the jump scare to happen.

[Lap 12]: Meanwhile Lewis is a second faster a lap than Webber. Drama.

Rosberg sets the fastest lap, while munching on popcorn probably.

“They’re telling Webber he will not be challenged from behind by Sebastian” Oh. Oh no. It’s coming.

It’s only Lap 14

*chuckles* I’m in danger

[Lap 15]: Rosberg continuing to set fastest laps. Mostly unbothered.

Mark is 2.2 secs ahead of Seb who’s 2.1 ahead of Lewis.

I’ve also finished my snacks.

[Lap 16]: And Kimi gets past Perez for P9.

Aaaand a Romain Grosjean fastest lap.

[Lap 17]: Still all quiet on the Red Bull front. I’m still anxious.

I’m pretty sure there’s one maybe two more rounds of pit stops to go

Seb’s now 2.5 seconds behind Mark and 2.7 ahead of Lewis.

[Lap 18]: Livery watch: as much as I’m a black Merc apologist, I miss the silver livery with Petronas green sidepods, it’s soooo pretty

Back in the good old days when team could actually have full liveries and there wasn’t all the exposed carbon nonsense we have now :)

[Lap 19]: “Paul needs to establish himself” Don’t worry Brundle he’ll be your colleague at Sky in a few years

[Lap 20]: And Mark pits for mediums.

Imagine telling an F1 fan in 2023 that Mark only did 11 laps on a set of hards at a race in 2013, there certainly is something to be said for Pirelli I’m just not sure what.

[Lap 22]: And Lewis makes his second stop for more mediums. He drove into the proper pit box.

[Lap 23]: Seb pits for hards! He stays in P2.

Still no signs of violence yet.

Meanwhile Jenson is still in P5!!!

“They [McLaren] can see bright skies on the horizon, and challenge Ferrari in China” yeah lol that didn’t happen. 

[Lap 24]: “3 second gap, save your tyres” Seb is two seconds behind Mark dfvdsvsgig

[Lap 25]: “If he’s saving his tyres he’s producing a muck quicker lap time with it” Seb’s barely a second behind Mark at this point I’M VERY ANXIOUS

[Lap 26]: The gap between the RBRs is 6 tenths of a second. Mum please pick me up I’m scared.

Meanwhile Lewis is just over a second behind Seb.

Rocky telling Seb to save his tyres, I don’t think he’s listening.

1.8 seconds covering the top 3 cars. oh boy.

[Lap 27]: Seb still 6 tenths behind Mark. *distressed yelling*

If there’s a big gap between laps it’s because I have my hands over my face in distress.

[Lap 28]: Jenson still in P5!!!

“Mark is too slow, get him out of the way” oop there’s Bastard Seb.

Gap now up to 1.4 seconds.

*half race distance klaxon*

Jenson in P5 while all of this is unfolding, an unbothered King.

[Lap 31]: Lewis makes his third and I’m guessing final stop for Mediums

“Look at Nico Rosberg” Must I?

[Lap 32]: Mark now in for his final stop for hards

JENSON IN P2 STOP THE RACE!!!

“The biscuit barrel is not just full of custard creams” Crofty???? That was meant to be an analogy about teams doing different strategies but I really don’t know man.

[Lap 33]: Seb pits for hards. And he’s in P4 behind Lewis now and barely in front of Rosberg.

JENSON’S LEADING!!! STOP! THE! RACE!

[Lap 34]: Lewis already being told to lift and coast to save fuel. oop.

“Button leads” INJECT IT!!!!!

Malaysia 2013 giveth and Malaysian 2013 about to taketh away.

[Lap 35]: And Mark gets past Jenson into turn 2

Hulkenberg and Kimi racing each other coming out of the pitlane svheghaeugh

And Jenson pits. It was very fun while it lasted.

NOOOOOO unsafe release his tyres aren’t properly on 😭

[Lap 36]: Oh yeah Ross Brawn was Merc TP in 2013, I always forget that. Toto joined Merc as his deputy I think before taking over in 2014.

[Lap 38]: “Sebastian Vettel the meat in the Mercedes sandwich” fic writers start taking notes

 Meanwhile Hulkenberg and Kimi are still fist fighting over 8th and 9th

[Lap 39]: Seb up into P2.

[Lap 40]: “Sebastian Vettel has just reduced the advantage Mark Webber has by 8 tenths” There’s jaws music playing my head now fwiw.

Niki sighting ❤️

[Lap 41]: Now Rosberg is closing up to Lewis for a double serving of teammate on teammate violence

[Lap 42]: Oh Lewis pits again, that’s a fourth stop

Man if a driver has a four stop race in 2023 they’ve had a shit show but it seems perfectly normal aeogvaheoh

Meanwhile Seb is still catching Mark

[Lap 43]: And Seb also pits again for Medums, as does Rosberg. Seb stays P2 and Rosberg stays P4.

Livery watch: the glossy soft metallic blue with the purple accents is the superior RBR livery change my mind.

[Lap 44]: And Mark pits for hards.

And he barely came out the pits in front of Seb.

ahhhhhhhhh I think we’re in violence territory.

HELP

[Lap 45]: The gap between them is about half a second dvbaheuhs

(For anyone wanting to watch the race back for whatever reasons, the Civil War starts at around 1hr 26mins)

Presidential alert THE MERCS ARE FIGHTIIIIIIIING

and cut to mildly distressed Merc mechanics

Love that the internal Merc drama was completely overshadowed by Seb and Mark, truly no one was doing it like them

[Lap 46]: AH SHIT SEB AND MARK ARE WHEEL TO WHEEL

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Seb into P1. idk if there’s actually been the Multi 21 call yet. bc comms aren’t calling for Seb’s head as of yet.

Man that replay is yeah... violence

[Lap 47]: oop yellow flag, fits the mood perfectly.

Oh it was for Maldonado.

Live Adrian Newey Reaction.

and Live Ross Brawn reaction to the Merc on Merc violence.

[Lap 48]: Wait this race was on Ted’s birthday??? HBD TED!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

[Lap 49]: Still no Multi-21 name drop... was this something that came out after the race??? bc I’m sure there’s an actual Multi-21 radio message.

“Pastor Maldonado with an attack of the gravel rash” Thanks Crofty.

[Lap 50]: Massa passes Kimi for 6th

Yeah Seb’s 4 secs ahead of Mark now so surely that’s it????

so where’s the drama???

I can’t have zoned out bc comms would have yelled if Seb got past

[Lap 51]: Oh Rosberg asked to get past Lewis and Ross Brawn straight up said no. oof.

[Lap 52]: Yeah comms are dissecting the Merc drama but not Seb and Mark so I think they didn’t hear the Multi-21 radio call aeughaeuhg

Oh I wish that were me

[Lap 54]: Man Nico and Lewis are still nose to tail it’s like the precursor to 2014-16

Was there something in the water at Malaysia or did the racing gods just wake up and choose violence

Ted sounds so sad about Jenson’s mechanical DNF, a whole mood

[Lap 55]: Seb a whole six and a bit seconds ahead of Webber.

Perez pits????

Oh he had a 30 second gap to P10 nvm

Rosberg is still around half a second behind Lewis. Britney be bitching.

[Lap 56]: Will Lewis have the fuel to finish the race though???

[Finish]: SEB WINS. IT’S OVER.

Lewis P3, Rosberg P4. Cut to some eerily silent RBR and Merc pitwalls.

I don’t think Crofty knows about the Multi-21 message he hasn’t said anything about it.

😳

Did I zone out and miss it?????

Yeah Crofty thinks RBR are mad because Mark and Seb nearly took each other out not bc of the Multi-21 call OH BOY

Oop here’s the cool down room.

Bastard Seb is hot. sorry not sorry.

dbshbuhgru Seb and Adrian just chatting tyres. Still no Mark yet.

I’m watching this with very nervous laughter.

“Multi-21 Seb, Multi-21″ OOP THERE IT IS.

There’s so much tension in the cool down room it has its own gravitational pull.

ah the German anthem my beloved. 

The Austrian anthem my belothed. 

There is not a single smiling driver on that podium this is so awkward aevheugh

Okay there’s one (1) thrilled Merc mechanic, good for him!

“But was he [Seb] told to hold station?” Yeah they didn’t play the Multi-21 radio during the race.

God this is the most awkward champagne spray I’ve ever seen.

The drivers left the podium aeiihgaeghs

Oh they’re back.

Mark flung away his podium cap into the crowd jeeeeez

Tag yourself I’m Brundle trying to fill the conversation with fluff bc he can pick up the awkward tension a mile off

“It was very close wheel to wheel racing” YOU DON’T SAY SEB

Mark meanwhile looks seething. 

“So you were surprised when he came passed you” YOU’RE TELLING ME BRUNDLE DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL THE PODIUM INTERVIEW ABOUT THE MULTI-21 CALL????????

Welcome to F1 the drama never stops.

Live Nicole Scherzinger reaction 2

Lewis saying nice things about Nico. That feels weird post-2016.

Well. That happened. ngl it felt less stressful knowing that they seemingly didn’t play the Multi-21 radio call on the global feed. Honestly the actual race itself was pretty dull until the RBR/Merc infighting.

Still I’m going to got for a lie down now.

[twomrw]

Love is Round

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Part 3

“To what do I owe this honour?” 

Mark rolls his head toward the doorway and opens his eyes with a groan.

“It’s so good to see you too,” the same smug voice fills the room again, but this time Mark can witness its matching smug smile.

“Come on,” the woman picks up the crutches leaning against the wall next to him and holds them out to him, “I’ve got hot chocolate and animal crackers with your name on them.”

Mark offers her an unimpressed look and she throws her head back to laugh maniacally. 

“It's so easy to rile you up. I just inadvertently call you a baby and then you act like one.”

He gets out of the seat and snatches the crutches from her, grumbling the whole time as she leads him to an office in the back. He ignores the sign on the door; it’s already engraved in his mind: Dr D. Everest, Head Counselour.

“I hear you’ve joined the Newspaper club.”

Mark drops unceremoniously onto the couch in the corner with a huff. He drops a hand over his eyes as he focuses on the sound of the spoon scraping the bottom of the mug of hot chocolate Dr Everest is preparing for him. 

“Or not?”

Mark groans again.

“Here.”

He removes his arm from his face to see a mug of steaming liquid being offered to him and he sits up with a grunt.

“Thanks.” 

His answer comes out more gruff than he’d like and he isn't surprised when his benefactor pulls the mug out of reach with a look of reprimand. He clears his throat and tries again.

“Thank you.”

She nods and releases the mug into his hands before sitting behind the desk.

“Where’re the animal crackers?” 

She shoots him an incredulous look this time and he pouts.

“I was promised animal crackers,” he mutters against his mug before looking up in time to catch her rolling her eyes.

“Big baby,” she mutters under her breath causing Mark to stick out his tongue at her.

They sip their drinks in silence for a few minutes and he knows she's waiting him out. He sighs.

“I messed up, D.”

She doesn't ask him how. She just puts down her mug and waits. He swirls the last bit of liquid around in his mug and sighs again. He thinks back to when Ms Lewis explained what his options were.

“Dance or Newspaper.”

Mark had blinked and then blinked again.

“Excuse me?”

“Those are the two clubs willing to take you.”

“Did you say ‘dance’?” Ms Lewis had nodded, an amused smile on her face.

“But...” he gestured to his cast.

“Well, over the years, the club has made deliberate efforts to be more inclusive and accessible to anyone who wants to join. Mr Forster assured me that they would find a way to incorporate you so you could participate. Besides, you should be out of your cast by the final performance.”

“Performance?”

“Yeah! Every semester the dance club puts on a show. It’s not as well attended as the Theatre Department’s official performances, but it happens.”

“People would have to see me dance for me to keep my scholarship?”

“I’m sure there is lots of skill transfer from swimming to dance.”

Mark shot her a dubious look that only seemed to make her smile grow.

“Well you can always sign up for Newspaper.” She shrugged. “They’re always open to new writers.”

Mark had let the groan escape him this time as his head fell into his hands.

“It’s up to you Mr Everest. The choice is yours.”

A week ago Newspaper had been the only plausible option, but now he’d gone and screwed it up.

He looks up at the concerned face in front of him and he blurts it all out, “The Newspaper club welcomed me with open arms because there’s no way I was going to dance… I haven't been able to pull my own chair out for weeks! I don't know why Ms Lewis would think I could dance. Besides…you’ve seen me dance…we don’t need to subject the whole school to that…so newspaper club it was… until I went and messed everything up by pissing off the editor of this next week’s issue. And it would have been fine, there’s always the next week, but apparently I need my name to show up on some piece of evidence this week so that Ms Lewis can include it in this month’s report or else I can kiss my scholarship goodbye.”

Dr Everest shrugs, failing at stifling her laughter, “Well I guess I have a dance recital to look forward to.”

“This isn't funny.” He scowls and it only makes her laugh harder.

“You're right.” She clears her throat, an amused smile still peaking through. “It's not. Of course it’s not.” She takes a deep breath and schools her features while his scowl deepens. She clears her throat again. “What are you going to do about it?”

He shoots her a look of frustration. “That's what you're here for.”

“Nope. Nope. Not a chance.”

“You're a counselor! That's literally your job.”

“It’s not and you know it.” Her tone is barren of all amusement or mirth. “I'm not telling you what to do. You're an adult. You can figure this one out on your own.”

“Well clearly not. I've already made a mess of everything. I always make a mess of everything.” His last sentence comes out in a mere whisper.

Something in D’s stern look softens. She lets out a put upon sigh before raising her index finger, “First of all,  I think you’ll be happy to know that the thing about messes is that most of them can be cleaned up.” Mark makes a face while she raises another finger, “Second, we’ve spoken about that kind of language. You promised that you were going to try being kinder to yourself.”

Mark rolls his eyes.

“I'm serious. You’d be surprised to see how much smoother the healing process would go if you weren’t so caught up in beating yourself up for how long it’s taking. A little self compassion goes a long way.”

Mark suspects that the meaningful look being aimed at him is about more than his foot. He immediately regrets confiding that he was avoiding getting into cars after the accident. At least he hadn’t told her the whole truth. She’d have been even more worried if she knew car horns made him flinch.

“I really think you should try journaling again.”

Mark scoffs.

“You used to love writing. What happened?”

Mark shrugs, shifting in his seat. He brings the mug to his lips to find that its empty. He clears his throat and looks up at her with a practiced look of annoyance. “Enough of your psychoanalyzing. What do I do?”

She sighs, resigned.

“In my experience, a sincere apology goes a long way.”

And that's how Mark ends up outside the lab on a Thursday afternoon. He leans against the doorway as he watches Jasmine take off her lab coat and slip on her backpack. Kerry says something to her and she smiles, but something about it seems forced. That must be why she almost bumps into Mark on her way out the door.

She looks up in confusion, “Sorry.” Recognition flickers across her features. “Mark, hi. Sorry, I was a little distracted.” She waves a dismissive hand towards the room behind her and plasters a smile onto her face.

“No. It was my fault. I was the one loitering in the hallway.” He smiles and hers grows genuine.

“What are you doing here? I thought you dropped all your core courses this semester.”

“Uhhh….yeah …I was actually hoping to run into you.”

Jasmine’s mouth falls open a little.

“Not literally,” he amends and they both laugh.

“How can I help?” She looks at him with a pleasant smile.

Mark opens his mouth to respond, but stumbles forward as something rams into his side. Jasmine reaches out and grabs onto him while he flails a hand towards the door frame and one of his crutches clatters to the ground.

A hand reaches down to get it and holds it out to him as a familiar voice speaks, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.”

Mark’s eyes follow the hand, up the arm, the shoulder and eventually to the face that’s wearing a forced smile of its own.

Kerry wiggles the crutch in his hand and Mark reaches out to take it as Jasmine finally drops her hands that were still clutching his arms.

“Thanks,” Mark mumbles as he readjusts his weight to fit the crutch under his arm.

“No problem.” He gestures with his chin towards Mark’s cast, “How’s that healing?”

“Fine.” Mark isn't quite able to keep the ice out of his tone and his anger only grows as Kerry offers him a sympathetic smile.

“That's great! Can't wait to have you back on the team!”

Mark grits his teeth to prevent himself from saying something dumb in front of Jasmine, but from the way she's shuffling her feet, he can tell that his silence is no better. 

Somehow he manages a civil “You guys are doing great without me.”

Kerry places a heavy hand on Mark’s shoulder and squeezes. Mark uses all his willpower not to wince. 

“If there's one thing to admire about you Mark, it's your humility. Right, Jas?” 

Kerry turns to look at Jas for the first time in this exchange and there it is again, that forced smile Mark saw her give him earlier.

“Mmhhhm.” She nods before glancing at her watch. “Uhhh…” She offers Mark an apologetic look. “Can we do this another time? Lauren asked me to pick up lunch for her.”

“It will only take a minute. Why don't I walk with you?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Her smile is one of relief. “Let me take your bag though. It looks heavy.”

“It's fine.”

She shoots him an unimpressed look. 

“Fine. Only because the cafeteria is close by,” he relents.

As they transfer his load, they hear someone clear their throat. Mark looks in the direction of the sound and finds Kerry with a thinly veiled look of annoyance on his face. Honestly, Mark forgot he was there and from the look of surprise on Jas’ face, he suspects that she did too. 

“Remember to get back to me about Sunday,” he addresses Jasmine.

She offers a curt nod and Kerry’s smile still seems a bit strained as he turns to Mark.

“I’ll see you around, Everest.”

“Mhmm.”

Kerry offers them a final nod and stalks off in the other direction. Mark watches him go until Jas interrupts his thoughts. 

“Come on. Let's go.” 

Mark unclenches the fists he’d unknowingly made and follows Jas who’s already started down the hall towards the cafeteria. The two walk in silence for a minute, before she turns to look at him. Feeling her gaze, he finds her offering a sympathetic look.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Mark looks away from her for a second before making direct eye contact. “About what?” 

As soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes how ridiculous they are and from the knowing look she shoots him she communicates that she knows that he knows what she's talking about.

He lets out a weary sigh and before he opens his mouth again she interrupts.

“Hey…it's okay if you don't want to talk about it...”

She stops walking and places a hand on his arm. “But if you ever change your mind…you know where to find me.” She shrugs, “I might know a thing or two about letting go of old friends.”

Mark's eyebrows shoot up his forehead as his eyes widen and his face only relaxes as he catches sight of the friendly smile on Jas' face. That's right. She's always been pretty perceptive.

He raises an eyebrow, “How do you know that I’m the one doing the letting go? What if I’m being let go?”

Jas shrugs. “I don't. But it doesn't matter to me. I'm here for you either way.”

Mark fails to hide the fact that he's taken aback by this show of friendship. He’d always thought that he was just a friend of a friend to Jas. It was nice to know that she thought differently.

He offers her a grateful smile. “Thanks Jas. I might just take you up on that offer someday.”

“Well…that's why I made it.”

They grin at each other and then they're walking again. The two are silent for a beat until Mark remembers why he sought her out.

“Actually, I might just take you up on it now.”

Jas offers him a curious look.

“Not about Kerry.” He shakes his head dismissively, “I need your help reaching Lauren actually.” He lets out a weary sigh. “The two of us got off on the wrong foot on Wednesday and I need to apologize.”

Jas offers him an amused look, the result of a stifled laugh. “I heard about that.”

“Yeah. It wasn't my best moment.”

“No, but I’ll let you in on a secret.” Jas has a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes when he turns to look at her. “Lauren feels just as bad about it.”

“Yeah?”

She nods.

“Do you think she feels bad enough to let me help her with next week's issue?”

Jas laughs aloud this time. “I don't know, but I can ask.”

“Really?” He asks, the awe he feels bleeding into his tone.

Jas offers him a blinding smile. “What are friends for?”

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[phoenixkaptain]

I wanna talk about You Boys Play Games Very Well because it is the funniest story I’ll ever read in my life.

First things first: Ling Meng. MengMeng. The best boy. He’s just like me fr his head is full of only video games and food. He also puffs out his cheeks like a pufferfish when upset and that’s just too relatable. Anyway, he’s also super tiny but calls himself Lemon Daddy, and I can’t explain to you how funny it is when he does a face reveal and everyone is so upset and thinks he’s underage-

And Shan Zhu! (His brother’s name is Shan Zha and I know it’s written in characters not English, but in English it’s equivalent to naming one kid Charles and the other Charlie, it cracks me up and the author definitly knew this, okay, they knew-) Shan Zha played one game when Lemon Daddy told him to take things more seriously and he went “…he’s got a point” and became one of the top players. Because someone on a game told him to take things more seriously.

I have a lot to say on Shan Zhu, okay, he is the funniest love interest of all times. First of all, his nicknames include Mango, Mang God (God Mango), Mangosteen, and Apple. He’s called Mango because his name Mangosteen got mispronounced. He started a small account, Apple, because Ling Meng thought Mang God was going to the same school as him and started a tournament to see, and Shan Zhu joined because he wanted the second place prize.

WHAT - you ask - WAS THE SECOND PLACE PRIZE? I’m so glad you brought it up! Ling Meng told everyone it was his nudes, but it was actually a picture of him in the bath from when he was a baby, but yes, Shan Zhu joined a tournament under a newly made account name just so he could deliberately throw the match at the last second and win Ling Meng’s naked photo (which is especially funny because he’s called a walking calculator; he does wildly impressive math all in his head in a couple of seconds and so he deliberately did the math to make his missiles miss, his talent level is off the charts). WHY - you ask - did he do ANY OF THIS? Because he got told by Lemon Daddy to take thing more seriously, then the second time they met, Lemon told him “You boys play games very well” and honestly, who wouldn’t be smitten?

(Also, they made a bet and he did manage to get Ling Meng to try and buy condoms at the school store, so- Look, just read the novel, it makes sense, definitely, just read it-)

But Shan Zha (the most obvious man who has ever existed) and Ling Meng (the most oblivious man who has ever existed) are not the best characters, that honour goes to Xiang Jiao, or Banana, or Guava. Guava is the absolute best character of all time, because he has the biggest crush on Ling Meng yet does absolutely nothing about it. The multiple scenes where he just asks Mango and Apple (which are the same person) if he wants to go pro are very funny, because Shan Zha responds with a no every time, but Guava keeps asking.

Guava has a shit ton of money and uses it almost exclusively to send it to Ling Meng. My favourite part is when someone asks him his hobbies and his coach mentions that he’s been watching a streamer lately (Ling Meng) and Guava says it’s an entertainment streamer (he isn’t really) and says he watches because it’s funny and the coach says “He’s never laughed once.”

Also, Guava asking Ling Meng for his autograph is just hilarious.

Also also, the sex scenes are entirely fruit and rollercoaster metaphors. I don’t know why. But I like it a lot.

So yeah, 10/10, recommend, read You Boys Play Games Very Well, it’s all worth it for Guava being the biggest Lemon fan, and Shan Zhu being the biggest Ling Meng trumpet blower and defender. (Ling Meng is good at everything. Promise, he definitely is, would the extremely biased and smitten Shan Zhu lie to me??) And the chat is pretty funny too. Very good, very funny, so funny, like honestly I laugh so hard every time I read it.

[ur-urmom]

I just read your first work for Carlisle and I absolutely loved it!!! 😭❤️👌🏽 Maybe... could you write a second part? It's okay if you don't though!! I can't wait to read more of your works and I feel honoured to have found your blog! ❤️❤️❤️

ahhhh you’re so sweet thank you!! I am so glad to hear you liked it! I’m more than happy to write a second part, the first part is my most liked fic so it’s only right :D

I also did not know that Carlisle’s physical age is 23, but for the sake of this story we’ll say his physical age is like 30 or something 😭

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Okay, That Hurt - Pt. 2 - Carlisle x Reader

(Part 1)

Genre - cute fluff stuff, possibly implied spice (not smut)

Warnings - cussing, age gap, implied spicy time

Summary - after the little accident with the demonic stairs, it’s about time Y/N get their cast off. However, that means the same certain doctor will be there to help with that, and he’s determined to see Y/N again, but this time somewhere outside of the hospital without a broken bone or any other injury.

Today is the day, people! Today is the day!

Not only do I finally get my cast off on this fine afternoon, but I get to see Dr. Carlisle Cullen once more. Oh, how my heart has been swooning over him since I left the hospital that first time! Sure it was only about a month and a half ago, but damn have I been utterly tempted to just ‘accidentally’ fracture my ankle, or maybe slip on those same demonic stairs again… definitely not on purpose though.

I feel like a high school student again, one that has a stupid, innocent crush on their teacher that they know nothing will ever come out of it. But, still, it’s fun to remember how a little infatuation feels.

It’s been too long since I’ve had someone — well, someone who’s actually real and not fictional — make me all giddy and giggly and shit. I think about him and start twirling my hair, kicking my feet, and biting my lip with a turn of excitement in the pit of my belly.

Do I know that nothing is gonna happen? Yes. Yes I do.

Am I still gonna pretend like that man is gonna be my future husband? Yes. Yes I am.

I was putting on my shoes when I took a quick look at the time. It was one o’clock. I still had another hour before I needed to be at the hospital. I wanted to try and pass the time so I wouldn’t be on the verge of throwing up from how nervous I was from seeing Dr. Cullen again. It’s all fun and games until you actually have to be next to the object of your affection in person.

“Let’s go bother Bella.” I whispered to myself while I got up from my seat and began putting on my coat by the entrance. Turning the knob, I walked out and closed the door behind me. I glanced at the cars in her driveway. Her truck was there, but another car that I didn’t recognize was too. “Edward.” I finally decided that’s who it was. It couldn’t be Charlie, he was at work.

I did end up meeting Edward a while ago, he’s a good guy, maybe a tad bit eccentric, but Bella really likes him so I guess I do as well.

I really like his dad, that’s for sure.

Making my way to the steps, I came to an abrupt stop as I remembered my previous accident with them. Inspecting the stairs for any unseen slippery ice, I had come to the conclusion that it should be safe.

“Yeah… fuck you.” I flipped off the step in particular that had tried to kill me. My feet made contact with the ground, and I let out a small breath of relief that I didn’t even know I was holding. Crossing my yard into Bella’s, I went to her front door and knocked with my good arm a couple of times. I waited a few with no answer, so I decided to repeat my actions. On my third knock, the door opened and Bella stood in front of me. I gave her a smile and a wave, and my eyes glanced past her to Edward. I saw that his hair was kind of a mess, and when I looked back at Bella, I noticed her shirt’s top buttons were undone.

My eyebrows raised a little, and my mouth formed an O shape before I started giggling like a little kid.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” My smile only grew bigger.

Bella’s eyes looked everywhere but me, her hand running through her hair and she kept it on the back of her head as she stuttered out, “N-no, no not at all. Come in.” She bit her lip as she stepped to the side for me to walk through.

I did, looking at Edward and the tiny grin on his features.

“You might have interrupted a little something.” He spoke, his gaze not leaving his flustered girlfriend, to which she gave him a very noticeable glare, almost as if telling him to shut up with her eyes.

“Aw darn it, my bad guys!” I apologized again. “I just wanted to pop in and say hello before I went to my appointment to get this son of a bitch off.” Pointing to my cast, I kept talking. “But I promise I’ll leave soon so you two can get back to your foreplay.”

My words only made Bella even more shy, but I did get a chuckle from Edward before he spoke up.

“Oh yeah, my dad can’t wait to see how it’s healed.”

All jokes about the happy couple immediately left my mind as images of Carlisle replaced them. I felt my face heat up at the thought of him somehow looking forward to our — professional — meeting today.

“Ah… what, he’s asked about me?” I tried to play off my butterflies.

“Every time Bella comes over.”

I looked at her, and she was nodding her head in agreement with her hands in her pant’s front pockets.

“…Which is all the time.” Edward finished.

I lightly coughed, trailing my finger along a dusted item to do anything with my hands except fiddle with them.

“Hm, good to know he cares about his patients.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning ear to ear. “Makes me feel more comfortable in his care.”

“I don’t think it’s just that.” The pale boy voiced.

“Yeah, like… you’re the only patient he’s asked about so frequently like this… or ever.” Bella awkwardly stated.

I blinked.

“C’mon guys, it’s only because you two know me. He’s only being courteous, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, do you know how many times Mike has hurt himself? We know him and Carlisle never asks about his injuries.”

“…Maybe he’s not very fond of Mike?” I was more so asking myself that in order to keep my composure. Sure, the idea of Carlisle actually being interested in me is absolutely exhilarating… however it’s quite terrifying in reality.

An older man who is the town’s favorite doctor and has kids that are very close to the age of my own? Given they’re adopted, but still.

How would society — the community — react to that?

Innocent flirting is always fun, but when there’s actual intentions behind it? I might need to rethink my feelings.

When neither of them answered, I took that as my sign to go ahead and get to the hospital and have this over with as quickly as I can.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta get going, but I’ll let you guys know how it goes and what the verdict is.” I smiled. I gave Bella a small hug and waved bye to Edward before I saw myself out.

The chilly air hit my face like a brick, and I took a deep breath as I rubbed my hands together in an attempt to get them warm. I had grabbed my keys before I went next door, so I just walked to my car and got in. Starting it, I kept thinking about what they said about Carlisle. Needless to say, I’m about a hundred times more anxious than I was before, but I’m just gonna blame the coffee I had earlier for the upset stomach I was beginning to get.

My mind was racing as I drove to the hospital. I’m not gonna lie, I was driving like five miles below the speed limit. I was gonna be a little early anyway, so it’s okay. The fact that I was so excited to see his angelic face again when I thought there was no chance he would like me, but now that I know there might be a possible chance that he does I am dreading this interaction.

I can’t get too hopeful. Maybe he really is just a caring doctor who just so happens to be asking about me a lot more than his other patients. Yeah, that’s it.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I must have sat there for a good three minutes before finally getting out.

“Okie dokie. Let’s get this thing off… that’s what I’m here for… nothing else.”

I stepped inside and made my way to the front desk to a woman sitting behind the counter.

“Uh, hi! I have an appointment with Dr. Cullen for removing my cast.”

“Name please.” The woman didn’t even look at me.

“…Y/N L/N.”

“Have a seat and someone will call you to the back when it’s time.” Not even a glance my way.

“Um. Okay.”

I did as told and sat in one of the chairs, ignoring the fact that the lady could’ve been a little nicer or something, she could’ve at least made eye contact with me… but no need to dwell on that. If people wanna be negative there’s nothing I can do about it.

I heard the doors to the back open, and when I looked up I saw a nurse come out.

“L/N?”

Shit shit shit shit.

“Yup!” I got up.

“How are you today?” She asked, a smile on her face. Much different from the woman at the front.

“I’m good! I’ll be a lot better once this thing is off.”

“Oh, I bet! You’ll be walking out of here with a brand new arm!” She laughed. I followed her to the back and she had me sit down on the edge of one of the beds. “Alright, well Dr. Cullen will be with you in a moment.” And with that she was on her way.

All I could do is wait in anticipation now.

It’ll be a quick process, there’s nothing to worry about. Hell, maybe I’ll even throw in another wink when I leave like the last time.

Honestly? Maybe I’ll shoot my shot! There’s nothing to lose, and the age gap isn’t even that big…

I don’t think, anyway.

The curtain to my section was pulled shut, so when the light sound of footsteps could be heard getting closer to me I couldn’t help but adjust how I was sitting. I straightened my posture and fixed my hair even though it didn’t need fixing. I was expecting the curtain to open and Carlisle in all of his glory to step in with his pearly whites showing and that glint in his eyes, but when the footsteps got close enough to enter, they turned a corner and faded out.

I slouched back down in disappointment and relief. That was until the curtains suddenly got pulled back at the speed of fucking light. I jumped up, startled and a small gasp escaping my lips.

And of fucking course it was the one and only Carlisle Cullen.

“Fucking hell, fuck me— god damn you scared me!” I muttered the first part, my heart pounding and my blood rushing. He let out a hearty laugh, closing the hanging fabric again.

“Sure, if you’d like.” The words absentmindedly left his mouth. I was confused at first, until I had realized what he was replying to. The blood that was rushing from a sudden fright was now rushing due to his flustering response. He turned around to face me now, and he was just as gorgeous if not more than the last time I saw him. “How have you been?”

"Oh... um, I've been okay! Getting by as well as I can with this stupid thing." I said, lifting up the wrist I idiotically broke. "Hopefully the doc has some good news for me though."

"The doc is about to have a look..." Carlisle's features changed from amusement to concentration as his gaze traveled across my face, making his way down to what I thought would be my cast, but his attention passed my injury and kept lowering... and lowering... until he finally started to go upwards again.

Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? I felt the heat rise to my chest, neck, ears, literally everywhere as his eyes scaled my entire being. It felt like he was checking me out, not looking me over. Either way, it's getting a little hard to breathe.

"You look great... healthy."

Yeah, obviously. I only had a small concussion, a few scrapes on my arm, and this dumb ass fragile bone that snapped.

He has to be doing this on purpose.

"Thank y—...ou." My breathing completed haltered, my words coming to a stop followed by an embarrassing linger when his hand gently grasped my jaw, his thumb on my chin as he tilted my head side to side.

His touch was still as cold as I remembered, a strange yet comforting feeling.

Just as I thought he was done, his free hand found my forehead, his fingers brushing away the hair that rested there and his face getting closer to mine... to get a better look I'd assume.

I could feel his breath on my cheek, and I was wondering if he could hear how fast my heart was beating. When he finally backed away, a tiny cough that I couldn't hold escaped. God, I hope he doesn't ask why my face is so red, because the way I was feeling right now It couldn't be anything but.

His gaze held my own for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Well, it looks like your concussion is gone."

…Yeah, I figured.

"Now, let's get this ugly bastard off shall we?" Carlisle pulled up the rolling seat right in front of me and a cart with everything he needed was sat beside us in his reach. Without warning, he took ahold of my covered arm and adjusted it to his liking, propping it on the empty space on the top of the cart. He grabbed the saw tool that looked like it was meant to be a torture weapon in a horror movie and held it up. Looking at me with a sweet smile, he said, "Don't worry, the worst you'll feel is a tickle."

I nodded to tell him I understood, and he turned it on. He started cutting, and he was definitely right. I couldn't help the small giggles leaving my lips as the vibrations from the cast saw tickled my entire arm. Dr. Cullen grinned at my laughs, still concentrating on removing the plaster. Once he was done, he slowly removed it. I saw the inside and immediately cringed.

"That is so gross..." I muttered.

"I've seen worse." Carlisle stated. "Trust me... you've done pretty good taking care of it!" His cold touch gently held my wrist up and he started moving it. It felt weird, I knew it was just because I hadn't moved it in a while, but at least there was no pain. "There we go, back to normal!"

I slowly took over, and after inspecting it I had come to the conclusion that everything was fine.

"Yeah... I guess you're right." I jokingly tried to question his experience.

"You guess? I have a degree."

"Oh do you?"

It was silent for a few seconds, our eyes never breaking contact before the two of us broke out into a fit of laughs and chuckles. Our excitement died down, and I jumped up now that it was over with.

"Thank you, Carlisle! I'll try not to break any more bones for you." I grinned at him. He mimicked my features. Sadly, I was about to wish him a farewell, that is until he spoke before I got the chance to.

"There's something else you could do for me too, if you don't mind."

My brows raised just the slightest bit in curiosity.

"What's that?" I asked, expecting him to tell me to wrap myself in bubble wrap, or tell Bella he says hi, but both of those guesses were farther than far off.

"Go out with me?... Tonight?"

Oh, wow.

"I get off in a few hours, I'll pick you up. 6:30?" He continued, a hopeful glint in those beautiful fucking eyes of his.

"Um..." I started. My mind was jolting forward to things people might say, how they would view this, what would actually come out of this. So many things that I didn't need to worry about kept jumbling around in my head. But that's what they were, things I didn't need to worry about. "Yeah. Yeah!" My hesitancy dissipating as I realized the opportunity I had here. "Let me give you my address." I was beaming.

Carlisle's face lit up even more than mine. "No need! I know where Bella lives, so I know where you live."

Oh yeah, forgot about that.

I bit my lip in a silly attempt to stop smiling any wider than I already was before he had to stitch my mouth back to normal.

"Perfect!... I'll see you at 6:30, doc." I giddily waved goodbye as I exited the curtained room. I didn't give him a chance to say anything else, mainly because if I stayed there any longer I thought I would drop dead from excitement, anxiety, and how hot he was. At least there would have been a doctor in the room.

I guess Bella and Edward were right to think he might have liked me as more than a patient, but now I have to figure out what the heck I’m gonna wear tonight.

When I left the hospital and got inside of my car, I let out an ecstatic scream. As soon as I get home I have to tell Bella, and I was hoping Edward would be gone by now. I think it would be a little awkward having me excitedly ramble on about how Carlisle and I are going on a date when his son would be in the same room listening to how his dad asked me out.

Adoptive dad, but like I said, still.

Leaving the parking lot, I practically floored it back to the house. As I was pulling into my drive, I noticed both of the cars that were in front of Bella’s place were gone.

“They both left? In separate cars?” I was confused as hell, but who am I to question these things. Edward was a strange man… and so was his family, but I’m literally going on a date with his father so I can’t say anything. Maybe I can pinpoint just what makes them so… well, unique, tonight.

Before I got out of the vehicle, I looked at the time. A little after three. Okay, I have a bit over three hours to get ready, that’s plenty of time. Though, I do need to be ready earlier just in case, so maybe I have about two hours and a half.

I rushed inside of the house, slamming the door shut behind me and speed walking my way to the bathroom while simultaneously taking off pieces of my clothing so I could take a shower now that my cast was off. I tossed them on the floor as I went along, I'll pick them up later.

What if he wants to come inside afterwards... or before? I also have to clean and make sure everything looks nice in here too, because that is a possibility.

Oh god... what if...

What if he wants to come inside, if you catch my drift.

Whatever, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

If we get there.

Once again, my mind was going over a billion scenarios that could happen tonight. I definitely wasn't doing any favors by easing my anxiety.

Before I knew it, time flew by and the last thing I needed to do was pick an outfit. I had straightened up my place enough to where it would look good but not like I was doing too much. My hair was nice, and I touched up any blemishes that might could be seen. Now, the wow factor. The clothes.

I needed to figure out whether I was going for more casual, fancy, comfy, or something else. I could do a mixture? I'm not sure what to expect from this, where we're going and all of that.

That's why I settled for something casual, but a nice casual, so it would be alright for any occasion that wasn't the red carpet or an award winning program.

By the time I got done, it was seventeen minutes before 6:30. To say I was nervous was an understatement, but I was excited too. I was practically walking around in circles pacing all over the place waiting for a knock on the door or the bell to ring. I didn't wanna sit down because I would could wrinkle my outfit, and the moment I sat down would probably be the moment he arrived. I walked to the kitchen and fixed myself a glass of ice water to help ease my nerves. The chill ran down my throat to my spine, and I let out deep breathe through my nose. I stared at the rim of the glass and the ice floating around in the water before taking another sip.

When I did that, the sound of a few thumps from the door came and I jumped. The water I was swallowing in the process shifted the wrong way, and I was met with a fit of coughs from the sudden startle. I was trying to hold them in, and I took another quick sip to chase it.

I'm just glad Carlisle didn't have some kind super hearing to understand what just happened to me from across the threshold, how embarrassing would that be if he heard?

I jogged to the door and stood there for a few seconds to regain any composure I had lost. With a little pat on the back, I opened it.

Carlisle stood on the other side with a smile on his face and one hand behind his back. I hadn't seen him in anything but his scrubs and coat before, so when I saw him dressed in a button down and slacks I couldn't help but stare.

"You look good too." He spoke, breaking me from my trance.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"No need to apologize! Why wouldn't I want to get ogled by someone as beautiful as you?" He pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a spectacular bouquet of flowers. "They reminded me of you." He handed them to me with my mouth dropped in surprise.

Talk about old fashioned romance. I'm drooling for this man.

I sniffed them, and of course they smelled absolutely delightful.

"Thank you, Carlisle! They're gorgeous!" I beamed, trying to identify what kind each flower was since it was an assorted bouquet. He pointed to one that was drooping, the only one that was drooping for a matter of fact.

"I got this one specifically, because it had the stooping flower. I thought it could represent your broken wrist."

That drew out a hearty chortle from me.

"I love them, thank you!" I went back inside and left the door open to put these in a vase before we left. "You're welcome to come inside if you'd like, but I'll just be a jiffy!"

He decided to wait right there as I continued to situate the flowers. When I was done, I put them on the kitchen table and hurried back to him. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, locking it.

"So what do you have planned, doc?" We walked to his car parked on he side of the road in front of the driveway.

"Come on now, what fun is it if I tell you?" He picked up his pace to open the passenger side door for me. I giggled, thanking him in the process.

"Such a gentleman." I said, getting in the seat. I looked at him as I grabbed the seatbelt. He had one hand on the top of the door and the other holding himself up on the side of the car. Then, he winked at me as he pushed it shut. I watched as he walked around the car to the drivers side and got in. "And I thought chivalry was dead."

"...In a way." He muttered, but I couldn't tell what he said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He smiled at me as he started the ignition and drove. I didn't think anything of it.

"I'm really excited for tonight, ya know." I spoke. "If I'm being honest, I've had a small crush on you since you put my cast on."

"I know." Carlisle glanced at me and grinned.

"Wait, what? How?"

"Just had a feeling." He replied. "And I'm glad I was right, because I've had a big crush on you ever since I put your cast on."

I knew we were going on a date right now, and he's the one who asked me out, but hearing him say that he's liked me the same time I've liked him is just mind boggling to me. We talked for a bit more before we made it into downtown, and he parked.

"Okay, it's a downtown date?" I looked around from the window. There were tea lights in the trees which lit up the night sky, it was a really pretty sight, one of the reasons I loved going downtown at this time.

"I hope that's okay, I'd love to spoil you tonight. Every night, if you'd let me."

Swoon.

Carlisle didn't give me a chance to answer, he exited the car and went to my side to let me out. He held out his hand once he opened the door, and I took it immediately.

"If this is how you treat your potential lovers, I don't think I'll ever want to leave your side." I joked. He gently pulled to help me stand, and when I stood up from getting out, the proximity of our bodies were a lot closer than I had anticipated.

"That's the plan." He whispered, but we were so close I heard it loud and clear. Our eyes met, and I looked for anything that indicated any sort of distrust in his gaze, but all I saw was longing and affection. I felt myself starting to get flustered, so I broke contact and stepped back, thankful that the air was chilly enough to cool down any heat I started to feel from him.

"Where should we go first?" I changed the subject, looking at all of the different shops in both directions. Stepping on the sidewalk, Carlisle followed me.

"Wherever you want to go." He suggested.

"Well I don't want to go into a store that you'd rather not go in." I started, but in response he started to laugh.

"Thank you, but if you're happy, I'm happy. Wherever you'd like to go, I'd like to go."

"...You're too sweet." I looked at him. Without asking, I took his arm in mine and held it with my hands while I guided him down the walkway. "What about the bookstore first?"

"That sounds lovely."

We entered the shop, and the atmosphere was cozy and warm. There were chairs at the front to sit and read, the lights glowed an amber hue, and the smell was a nice mixture of oakwood and new and old books alike. The man at the counter greeted us, to which we waved and smiled back. I walked to my favorite section with Carlisle beside me and started browsing.

"What's your favorite genre?" I asked, stopping my search to turn my attention to him.

"I'm fond of historical nonfiction."

"Oh, really? I would have assumed medical books are your forte... like stuff on anatomy. Or maybe romance."

"Why would I read about anatomy when I could study yours?"

I was not expecting those words to leave his mouth. My brows raised in shock and I quickly turned my face back to the stories I was looking at so he wouldn't see the intense blush starting to show. I wasn't quite sure what to say, until one book caught my eye and I pulled it off the shelf.

"Ooo! What's this?" I read the title. "Eternity's Love... interesting." I was skimming over the back to see what it was about. "Listen to this! It's a paranormal romance about a vampire and a human... I do love me some vampires."

“Oh? Why?”

“Hm, they’re mysterious and hot.”

“They drink blood.”

“…To each their own.”

I put the book back and made my way down the isle, not seeing the tiny smirk on Carlisle’s face. We ended up staying in the store for another fifteen minutes, and after he made me pick out something to get when I was reluctant to have him pay — which he still did — we went to our next spot, the antique store.

There were a lot of little trinkets I was excited to look at, and if I weren’t mistaken, it seemed like Carlisle was more excited to look at me rather than the objects displayed in front of us. I picked up a few things throughout the store, inspecting them and placing them back in their rightful spots. I would practically point to almost anything I found and say, “Carlisle, look!” to which he would continue to explain what it was, which time period it was from, and what it was used for, almost as if he’s lived through them before and used those very items.

“This is beautiful.” I gasped, gently grabbing an old music box with the handle on the side to wind. I turned it, and although it was a bit scratchy due to its age, the music began to play and it was gorgeous. I didn’t know what the melody was, but it was soft and romantic. “I wonder what the story behind this one is.”

Carlisle looked at me while I went on.

“Maybe a courageous sailor gave it to his weeping lover right before he went to sea. Or maybe it was a gift to a little child from their parents, or an heirloom of some sorts. So many different possibilities, and somehow it ended up here, in my hands right now.”

“Regardless the story, now it’s your turn to make your own with it.” He spoke, taking it from my hands and walking to the register.

“…I could’ve payed.” I said to myself underneath my breath, he was already ringing it up and wrapping it before I went over there. “Let me buy you something.” I told him as we grabbed the bag and exited the shop. The chill from the air hit my face, and I subconsciously — well, maybe consciously — moved closer to him.

“You being with me tonight is enough already.” He smiled, taking my hand in his. His touch was still ice cold, but I blamed it on the weather outside. I felt bad that he was spending his money on me, but when I saw the sign for the coffee shop I lit up.

“I’ll buy us coffee! Or whatever you prefer! It’ll warm us up.” Beaming, I pulled him inside before he could resist. We were instantly met with the wonderful aromas of coffee, tea, spices, and everything else so great about a coffee shop.

There was another couple ordering in front of us, so we stood off to the side to look at the chalkboard of flavors hanging on the wall.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I don’t drink coffee… or tea.”

“I can buy you hot chocolate?”

“I’m okay, really, thank you for the offer.”

“…What do you drink then?”

He stared off to the side to think before bursting out into a mischievous grin, saying, “Blood red wine.”

I giggled with a roll of my eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” I asked again, stepping to order now that the other couple had just left. He nodded his head, and with a disappointed sigh I told the boy at the register what I’d like. I decided to get a honey lavender chai tea latte. He rang it up and told me my total, but when I was getting out my card, Carlisle had already handed him his.

“Carlisle!” I protested.

“It’s only right that I pay for yours since I’m not getting anything.”

I furrowed my brows in genuine annoyance, which he definitely saw.

“Hey! I’ll let you buy me something on our next date.” He took his card back.

“So you wanna go on another date?” I perked up, and we waited for my drink to be made.

“Of course I do.”

His words caused me to break out into a shy smile, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep it from growing bigger.

Once I was handed my latte, we left the store and walked to a bench close to the car. I sat down next to Carlisle and started sipping, the hot liquid traveling down my throat and immediately warming me up. I was staring off at the other side of the street at the lights in the trees, but from the corner of my eye I saw Carlisle staring at me.

“It’s really pretty, isn’t it?” I turned my head to him. The side of his face glowed a golden hue from the lights, and his eyes twinkled while his gaze met mine. He truly looked angelic.

“Yeah, it is.” He replied.

I had a feeling he was talking about something else.

We stayed there for a bit until the wind picked up and my cup was empty. I threw it away and we got in the car to leave, but of course he opened the door for me again. We talked about a lot of things on the drive back, and when he pulled into my driveway I couldn’t help but think about how I really didn’t want this night to end.

“Gosh, I don’t even wanna get out of the car.” I let out a chuckle.

“You know you don’t have to.” He stated. I looked at the time, and saw that it was 8:30. I had work in the morning, and so did he.

I sighed, taking a few seconds to think before I finally unbuckled and quickly opened the door to leave with my bags with the stuff he got for me. Carlisle followed, upset that I opened my own door.

“I was supposed to do that!”

I laughed, getting my keys out and stopping in front of my door with Carlisle beside me. I turned to him, a small smile on my features.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” I said to him.

“Yeah, me too.” He replied. “I’m thinking we do this again… say, in about—…” He glanced at his watch. “Ten minutes?”

“Oh yeah, okay.” I giggled at his joke. He was looking at me with something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite catch, but it was enough to send butterflies to my stomach. “Well, I—…” My voice trailed off when I saw him lean in and felt his lips on my forehead, my face now adorned with a blush. When I thought that was it, he moved down to the tip of my nose and placed a light kiss on top of it. The lower he got, the faster my heart was beating. His lips were finally in front of my own, and his eyes were on mine. We were so close, he was hovering in front of me, waiting, almost as if searching for consent. I gave a slight nod, and felt his lips gently press against mine.

My eyes closed, and hopefully his did too. I leaned into the kiss, and was happy when he did the same. Both of his hands cupped my face, and I felt my stomach twist with excitement. It was sweet, romantic, but unfortunately it was short. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Ya know, you’re welcome to come in. I can make us some popcorn and we can watch a movie.” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open again. To my dismay, he moved completely now and stepped back.

“I would love to, but I think you need to rest.”

As if he willed it, a yawn was conjured and my mouth stretched open to let it out.

“…Maybe you’re right.” I frowned. He took my keys from my hand and unlocked the door for me before opening it. I walked past him inside, and then turned to him again. “Let me know when you get home?”

“Of course.” He gave me another kiss on the forehead, then started walking back to his car. When he was to the driver’s side, he stopped and looked at me. “Get some sleep. Doctor’s orders!”

I grinned, nodding my head with a wave of my hand as I shut the door and locked it. I turned around and pressed my back against the wood, and I heard his car turn on and him leaving. I couldn’t believe the events that had just unfolded, I was smiling like a freak, all giddy. I was still against the door when I suddenly heard the house phone ringing. I hurried to pick it up and answered it, but before I could even say hello, Bella’s voice spoke from the other line.

“Am I mistaken, or… did I just see Carlisle leaving your house?”

“Bella, hey!”

I was beaming as I replayed the events that happened in the last couple of hours in my mind. It looks like I had a long story to tell before I could follow the doctor’s orders tonight.

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I hope it’s alright that I tag the people who asked for a pt. 2 in the comments of the first part!

not proofread, sorry if there are any typos!

@victorianhorrors @emmettcullenswife @twilightlover2007 @cudan2

[angelplummie]

i need more bully iwa please god

more NO ONE

BULLY IWA X FEM READER

masterlist

thank god you said that cuz i need to write more i was praying someone would ask for this omg, this became hella long even though i wrote it in like one day, i’m so obsessed with this man

if you haven’t read the first part, i suggest you read that first then come back to this, or else this won’t make a lot of sense. this is the third part two if u want to read more!

warnings: super toxic relationship/dynamics, boy got anger issues, super obsessive thoughts, obsessive behaviour, suggestive, kinda frantic in some parts???, dark content possibly??? idk proceed with caution, jealousy, possessive behaviour,

ok, picture this, you didn’t end up telling him the truth when he pulled you aside in the halls, and you just left him there more confused than ever.

You pretending like you’re not obsessed with him to protect yourself more is driving him NUTS like he’s being snapping at oikawa, yelling at teachers, and what makes matter worse, he starts picking on random nerds (no girls tho) so you really do think you’re replaceable.

he’s had more detentions in two weeks than most get in their lives, he’s literally going insane but every time he tries to get you to tell him why you’re being like this you just flounce away or pretend he’s not there.

he can’t believe he’s actually laying off because you want him to, but now, he realises it’s only fun if you want him to torment you, if you stop caring then there’s no use chasing you around.

That would make him desperate one, and he would never stoop so low (even though he really really wants to.)

life settles into this weird limbo, both of you longing for each other day in day out, but denying yourselves for the sake of pride. the only difference is iwa is a frantic anxious ball of rage, constantly on edge, and you’re a lifeless shell, robbed of the one person you thought have two shits about you. even if he showed it in the ugliest way, he was the only thing that gave you joy. With out him you were nothing to anyone.

you were nothing.

that is, until your walking past the gym after school. The afternoon was still and quiet, like the rest of your mundane purposeless life. Suddenly, a volley ball slams into the back of your head. You gasp and clutch the back of your head, but quickly straighten up, mostly unfazed. You turn around, eyes vacant, you’re not sure why but you were going to apologise to whoever it was. you spot a fourth of the volleyball teams beloved third years, Matuskawa Issei looking at you apologetically.

You scan the gym. He isn’t there.

“Jeez, i’m sorry about that,” he said as he jogged towards you, “you aren’t hurt are you?”

You peered up at him. He was tall, very tall. And skinny. Apart from that, he kinda looked like Iwaizumi if he did a lot of pot. You missed Iwaizumi.

“No, i’m good. It was just a shock.”

why did you add that?

You silently cursed yourself, embarrassed by your disregard of social hierarchy. You can’t share things with popular people until they show you you can.

he doesn’t care. he’s only asking because he would look heartless if he hit a girl and didn’t apologise. he knows you’re a freak, everyone does. he doesn’t care.

“Aren’t you Y/N?” he asked, holding the ball against his hips with one hand.

“Yeah.”

“I thought your short story was amazing.”

huh?

“what?”

“your short story? the one you entered for the Budding Writers competition a month ago? I saw it on the website, the honourable mentions bit. You should’ve won, I thought it was incredible. The ending gave me chills.”

what is going on?

“Oh, thank you. That’s kind of you...” your voice trails off.

“Not at all, the story was so vivid, i felt like i was there, yknow?”

You felt heat spread across your face, you were glad you didn’t have to respond as he continued.

“I entered too but...” he puffed out a breathe, rubbing the back of his neck, “i think i struggle with characterisation. they all sound like the same person. And it doesn’t help that my spellings so bad, the poor judge had to email me to ask what i meant when i wrote ‘aktooally’”

A small giggle left your mouth, and he looked down at you with a little smile on his face. He looked pleased he’d been able to make you laugh.

This was weird. Really weird. Like, really really really weird. Why was he being so nice? he must want something? But even then, his teammates are right in there, shouldn’t he be embarrassed for even talking to you? Hasn’t he heard? You’re a crazy girl obsessed with a popular kid, one of his best friends, a desperate slut that would do anything for a scrap of attention. that’s what the school knows you as, why isn’t he trying to back away from you?

He cleared his throat after a brief pause, eyes fixed on the dirt of the school yard.

“I better get back, i hope we can talk again.”

“Sure”, you squeaked as you watched him walk back to his friends.

you turned jerkily on your feet and continued on your way home.

this interaction continued to replay in your mind, all night, the whole time you got ready, the whole time you walked to school, the whole time in your morning periods.

When you sat down in the corner for lunch in the cafeteria, you were still thinking about it, until you heard the clatter of a tray across from you, and your eyes shot up.

Matuskawa Issei? Again?

“Hey, is anyone else sitting here?”

He knew no one was, you always ate alone, but you liked that he asked. Like he was fighting for your attention.

“Nope.”

You tried sounding nonchalant, but that was ruined immediately by the shake in your voice. He was so nice to you, you felt like if he’d let you, you would be his friend. He would never replace Iwaizumi, but you wanted someone to talk to so bad.

So he sat with you at lunch, ignoring the side looks he got and iwaizumis scorching glare, enjoying your company.

He watched from the other side of the hall, eyes twitching, jaw clenched, stabbing at food.

What the hell were you talking to him for? Somewhat more pressingly, what the hell was he talking to you for?

He thought it had worked, making you embarrass yourself. Although he disguised it as a way to show his power over you, the only real reason he really did all that shit was to make all the other boys leave you alone. He hated seeing anyone but him talking to you like you didn’t belong to anyone, like you didn’t already have a... man. you were unequivocally his, so why was his own friend talking to you. Not only was he talking to you, you were talking back, and... laughing.

Iwaizumi had never made you laugh, for obvious reason, but that didn’t mean his blood didn’t boil watching someone else do it. If anyone should decide if you laugh or not, it should surely be him.

So, that day at after practice, or after trying to hit the ball as hard as possible at Matsukawa, Iwaizumi pulled the middle blocker aside.

“You good?” Matsukawa panted, taking a swig from his water bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing talking to Y/N?”

Matsukawa paused before sighing.

“I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but don’t you think it’s time you leave her alone? Haven’t you done enough?”

Iwaizumiz brows furrowed, damn Oikawa, he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Oikawa told me everything you did, and I gotta say, your taking this tough kid thing too far. Can’t you see the poor kid ain’t right? She clearly-“

“Don’t act like you know her, you don’t know anything.”

Matsukawa scoffed.

“Oh and you do? Look, I don’t care if you hate her or wanna fuck her or what, but she could use a friend right now, so that’s what i’m doing.”

Iwaizumi ground his teeth together, fists clenched, he had never been more mad.

“And I don’t care about what you think she could use right now, you better stay clear. I’m not joking.”

“Oh yeah? or what?”

Iwaizumi nearly jumped on him, but coach was right there, and he couldn’t afford another detention.

He just scowled and stomped out the gym, not bothering to change.

Iwaizumi knew the bastard was lying, he knew he just wanted to get in your pants, he knew you were vulnerable and he thinks he could pull you.

It made him itch thinking about anyone getting close to you. Even if Matsukawa didn’t really mean to fuck you (even though he knew that was what it was) there’s no way he wouldn’t want you eventually. You were just so... ugh. If you weren’t such a weirdo, everyone would want you. Which is exactly why Iwaizumi made you a weirdo, but the truth would come out soon if this new ‘friendship’ continued. The only way to stop all this was by getting you back to his little obsessed devotee. He could convince you to ditch your new buddy, and he could have you all to himself again, everything would be back to normal. He just had to set aside his pride for a moment. It would be hard but he couldn’t be on edge like this forever, he swore he was going to end up killing somebody. Besides, if what he had in mind worked out, he would have you back, right where he wants you.

You longed for your former tormenter, but Matsukawa was making it easier. He sat with you again today, he was actually quite fun to talk to.

It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, promising to be back soon, that he struck.

He waited for you to be done and stood outside the girls bathroom, heart pounding when he heard the dryer. He missed you so much, and he was gonna talk to you again. Even if he was constantly frustrated because of you and was particularly furious right now, he would still bask in being close to you.

“Hey there, whore,” he whispered as you exited the bathroom. You jumped at the sight of him, but your expression went blank after, and you turned away.

“What do you want?” you said coldly, avoiding his eyes. Your heart was thumping. It had been ages since he’d spoken to you.

“Don’t take that tone with me after you won’t even tell me why you’re mad. I could’ve fixed it by now if you weren’t so stubborn.” he sniffed.

Your ears perked up at this. He wanted to.. fix it?

when he saw you look at him from the corner of your eye he smirked. He knew it, he knew you still liked him.

From what he had gathered, he upset you somehow, but you didn’t stop liking him. This meant his plan would work perfectly.

“Come with me.”

He grabbed your wrist, and yanked you towards an empty classroom. You wriggled feebly but he only tightened his grip. That was ok though, you didn’t really want him to let go.

You didn’t know what this meant, but you think it meant something good.

He wanted to make it up to you.

Even if he had a really weird way of showing it, he had to care, at least a tiny bit, didn’t he?

The depression that had decimated your life for the past weeks lifted in an instant. There was hope again. You’d have to hear him out a bit more to be sure, but from what was happening, it seemed promising.

Once you got inside, he let go of you and closed the door behind you. Before you had time to ask him again what he wanted, you were slammed up against the wall by your shoulders, Iwaizumi towering over you.

“I don’t care if you’re angry at me, why the hell would you talk to Matsukawa?”

Your heart flutters.

He noticed? He’s been watching? He doesn’t want you talking to another man? This was too much, you were getting dizzy.

“I-I don’t know... I have no friends, so-so when he came and spoke to me, I couldn’t tell him to leave, it would’ve been rude.”

“Oh, but you can tell me to leave just fine? You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” he drawls.

He really wasn’t all that mad at you, but it was still fun watch you stutter and squirm as you tried to defend yourself.

“It’s not like that Iwaizumi-!” you squeaked.

“Then what is it like?”

“He’s just nice to me... It’s not like I’m...”

You turn your face away. You don’t wanna admit it, because you’re not 100% sure he feels the same.

“Not like you’re what?” his words were harsh as ever, but his tone had somewhat softened.

“It’s not like I’m replacing you...” you whispered, barely audible.

His cock stirred in his trousers. You liked him so much, he could feel it, it made him so hard. He wanted to take you right there, but lunch would be over soon, and he couldn’t be seen with you.

He let out a bark of laughter, and one hand slid from your shoulder to the softness of your neck. You shivered as his thumb smoothed over the skin, it felt so nice, so loving.

“Of course you aren’t.”

He bent down, now eye level with your throat. He could feel your pulse going crazy, he basked in every second of it.

“Because you’re mine, right?”

He leant in, lips slightly parted. He looked up to see you watching him, and he nearly moaned at your expression. You looked so anxious, so helpless, it made him wild.

On the inside, you were euphoric.

I am his.

He wants me to be his.

I love him so much.

And he likes me too..

Agonisingly slow, his lips made contact with the side of your neck he wasn’t holding. He lazily grazed his tongue over the spot his mouth enclosed. The sensation made you quiver, it was all you could do to stop yourself from whining.

“I think you know that, I think I know that. But I don’t think Matsukawa knows that.”

His voice was low and sultry, his knee wedged between your legs. It was all you could do not to hump his thigh, but you didn’t want him to scold you right now, even if you knew he liked it really. You just wanted him to say more nice things.

Without warning, he began sucking furiously on the spot he had kissed, occasional wet sounds coming from his mouth.

You were so wet, you don’t think you’d ever been wetter. You’re lucky he was holding you against the wall still, your knees would have buckled for sure by now.

He bit down lightly on the flesh, making you yelp, before kissing this spot and pulling back. He smiled at the little mark he had left. it was an ugly purple, but it was him. He was on your skin now, and Matsukawa would surely know that. If anyone else noticed, they would just credit it to assume you faked it so you could say Iwaizumi did it. Cute.

“Do you think he’ll know who you belong to now?”

You couldn’t be any happier than your were right now, pussy pulsing between your thighs. You couldn’t hide the dreamy look in your eyes as you nodded, corners of your mouth in a little smile.

“Hmm. Well, if he tries speaking to you again, tell him to fuck off ok? I don’t want you speaking to him.”

“Yes Iwaizumi.”

“Don’t talk to any men that you don’t have to but me.”

“Yes Iwaizumi. I don’t care about them anyway.”

Perfect. You were perfect. His head felt fuzzy, he liked you so much, you were so perfect.

“Good girl,” he breathed, grip loosening on your shoulder.

You could’ve cried you were so happy, you wanted him to hold you and cuddle you. You wanted to marry him, you wanted to be together forever.

“You’ll quit with the silent treatment, won’t you?” he sighed, it was all fine and well now, but you could still be in a grump with him tomorrow, he couldn’t be sure.

“Yes Iwaizumi, I’m not mad anymore.”

How could you be?

He grunted and stepped back. The bell would ring any second, he had to leave before anyone saw him with you.

“I want you to bring me coffee tomorrow morning, and it better be fucking hot.”

so i can see you again soon.

You nodded, your eyes following him as he got closer to the door.

“Meet me at the bike sheds at 8:30, not a minute later.”

I don’t want to waste any time with you.

You nodded again, and he left the classroom without another word.

You sank to the floor, legs trembling.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Thank you so much for reading!!! i love writing these so much u have no idea, bully content makes me feral, PLEASE request more bully stuff i’m literally begging you i can’t get enough. I really love this dynamic too (from a literary perspective not in an way where i actually condone it LMAO) so it very fun for me! as always, reblogs appreciated, and i hope u have a wonderful day!!

[cahrlotah]

𝙊𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘐: 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺

part I

Pairing: Carver!reader x Eddie Munson

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and bloody clothes and skin

Word count: 1.1K

             Where you help Eddie clean up after his fight with Jason

The halls are empty the only sound that can be heard are my footsteps alongside the mysterious boy’s.

“I’m so sorry for what happened. I seriously don’t know what has gotten into him.” His half smile says it all. Even with a bloody face he looks quite lovely. “Do you know where we can get something to clean your wounds? It’s my first day so I don’t know where are we going” I chuckle awkwardly, some of his blood lands on my shoe, his gaze fixated on me. 

“Just take me to my car. I’ve got everything I need there, it’s a rusty old van. It’s quite easy to recognise.” After this small chat, we walk in silence until we reach the school back door, which leads right to the parking lot. 

“I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson, and you m’lady, do I have the honour to know your name?” He says, making me giggle. 

“I’m (Y/N) Carver” his face goes from clam to surprised in a matter of seconds. “ Unfortunately I’m his twin sister”. After revealing my identity there is more awards silence, but it’s understandable, my brother broke his face out of nowhere. Eventually we get to his van, he struggles to open the back door so I help him. 

“Ladies first” says Eddie at the same time he moves his arm in a dramatic way. His van is a little bit messy and smells like weed but nothing that can’t be handled. I make my way through all his stuff until I can find a place to sit down. Eddie closes the door behind him and leans towards me, stretching his arm to grab something behind me , our bodies inches away as he grabs a first aid kit. 

“Do you think it’s better for you to clean yourself or do you need help?” I ask as I lean backwards towards now of the van wall.

“I think I need the princess of Hawkins to clean what her brother did to this poor peasant” he dramatically lays on my lap is head on my tights.

“You are so dramatic” I say laughing. I open the first aid kit, I pull out the rubbing alcohol and a cotton. “May I ?” I put the cotton up asking him for permission to start cleaning him up. 

“Do your magic princess” God, this man and his constant nicknames are going to be the death of me. 

I start by cleaning  all the blood that has already  dried up around his mouth and nose, as he starts to get more cleaned up it’s clear that a bruise is starting to form on his left cheek, and around his lip area.

“This is going to hurt a little bit” I grab a new cotton ball and put some rubbing alcohol. “Sit, if I do this while you are laying down, you will end up swallowing all the rubbing alcohol.” I say while I prepare everything to clean his wounds.

“Even though I love being like this, I think it’s the best idea” he slowly sits up, his hair in the middle of his face. I move my hand towards his face, my fingers slowly moving his hair, placing it behind his ear. 

“Okay, here I go” the white cotton ball slowly touches his skin, his face in grimace out of pain. “Shit I’m so sorry” I blow a little bit where I put the alcohol.

“If you are the one who is hurting me, I don’t care sunshine” his hands moving a string of hair out of my face. He is showing the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I give him a small smile and waste no time on finish cleaning the rest of his face. He clenches again at the touch of the liquid on his skin, I giggle as he look  quite funny with that face. I carefully brush the coating ball against his flesh and in no time he is all set. 

“Done!” I say putting everything down. “Such a brave boy” I say sarcastically. 

“I try to be. Thank you so much for your services as a nurse. Is there anything I can do to pay you back”he says as he puts the all the utensils back to the small box. 

“Actually yeah…” his hazel eyes look towards me “ I really need a new t-shirt, this one got all bloody. I don’t think I can go walking around like this” I say pointing at some bloody spots around my white top. He looks around the van and hands me a neatly folded a hellfire t-shirt. “Oh thank you so much!” I exclaim. He sits down again, looking at me. “Eddie..” He gets out of his lil trance “ do you… umm… mind turning around while I change?” I scratch the back of my neck as I look down. 

“Oh shit! Yeah” he quickly turn around “ I’m so sorry” even though I can’t see him I know he is somehow blushing. I change as fast as I can. 

“Finished!” I let him know he can turn around. He looks at me and I look at him, “How do I look?” I ask him, trying to show off my new outfit.

“Like the prettiest hellfire club member” a big smile on his face, that smile is contagious as one appears on my face too. “Um.. I-I don’t know if you do anything after class, but my D&D club, the hellfire club, has it’s first meeting of the year and it would be a pleasure if you could come” he says fast, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. 

“Umm Eddie-“ I try to ask what does D&D mean but he cuts me off.

“Shit shit I shouldn’t have said anything, forget it” he starts to nervously move things around, so I put my hands on his shoulders, making him stop. 

“Eddie” we both look at each other “clam down, I would love to go I just don’t know what D&D is” I scratch my neck out of embarrassment, hiding my face behind some strands of hair. 

“No worries darling” he says moving my hair out the way, his ring decorated hands touching my skin, the cold metal sending goosebumps all over my body“ I will teach you everything you need to know this afternoon” he says moving closer to me, his hand still behind my eat, our faces inches away when all of the sudden the bell rings, indicating the end of lunch time. We separate quickly, moving around the small space out of embarrassment, I grab the blood stained top and shove it inside my bag. I crawl back to the door.

“See you after class!” I say before heading out the car and to the school.

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What was going to an all girls school like, if you don't mind me asking? :)

OK anon im so sorry this is so long and so convuluted I actually got so carried away jdbKJBGKSDBGH. i'm not even sure i properly answered your question i just got overwhelmed with Love for my same-sex schooling DHGKJSDFBHG anyway, if there's anything more you want to know lmk and I will try to be concise next time 💀

Essentially, my own experience at a single-sex secondary school was fantastic—however, I know my experience isn’t universal, especially since my school was a little bit different to most, I think.

That being said, I still think that sending your daughters to female-only secondary schools is something every parent should strive to do if they can. No other learning environment will ever be as good for girls as a same-sex school.

In terms of school staff, mine was about 95% female, and 5% male. The few male teachers we had were genuinely competent men and decent teachers, they were also watched like hawks. Our principal was female, all leadership positions in the school (such as House Leaders, Year Level Co-Ordinators, Department Heads, even the chaplain) were held by women. Our school psychologists, our nurses, our library technicians, our café ladies, our career advisors, our tutors—all were women. Our school houses (think like Harry Potter houses) were named after important women in our country’s history.

I went to a co-ed primary school. And whilst at twelve you might not have the words to describe it, graduating from a co-ed space, into an all-female space is really a giant weight off of your shoulders. You don’t realise how suffocating co-education is until you’re no longer having to bear it. It feels so much more natural, so much more free! You are welcomed as you are. You can be loud and unashamed of it. We joked frequently with each other and our teachers, laughed loudly and cared not whether our laughs were ‘ugly’. I found that teachers were far more supportive than they were in my co-ed school. For example, in a co-ed school I had been told frequently to ‘pipe down’ or to ‘reel it in’ from teachers, and more vexingly to ‘shut up’ from boys due to my boisterous personality. In high school? My teachers encouraged me to audition for the play because I had ‘great projection’. In every school programme (more on those later) that I was involved in, I was the one asked to give speeches about them at assembly. I was asked to be the lead of our house chants during our sports festivals. I was asked to join the debate team because of my passionate nature, which in primary school, had me known as ‘difficult’.

Likewise, I had a friend who was by nature quiet, and loved to draw. In primary school she’d doodled on the back of a work booklet, and when her teacher returned it, she’d taken off two points and had written a comment saying something about teachers in high school not accepting work that was drawn on.

Do you know what happened when she got to high school? Our English teacher had seen the eye she’d drawn on the back of our Romeo and Juliet test and had written, ‘beautiful!’ above it. The next test, she drew a two-headed cat with witches’ hats on both heads (I remember the left head was called Turpentine and the right head was called Esmeralda). Our teacher wrote, ‘wonderful!’ above it, with a smiley face.

The next day she got an email from our art teacher that had a PDF flyer of information on both in-school and local art competitions.

Anyway, she had questions and that teacher answered every single one of them. She also personally helped her select the works she wanted to submit. She ended up having two pieces shown in the school gallery, along forty pieces made by other girls. About five years later for our final year, on that art teacher’s recommendation (and tutelage!) she took all of the visual art subjects on offer. When she graduated, her final piece was shown at a public exhibition in our state’s capital city, that honoured the best pieces done by select graduating students in the state.

So yeah. Our teachers were pretty amazing. Of course, there was the odd teacher or two you would butt heads with but that’s just a universal school experience. Our humanities classes, like history, for example, often had a unit that would focus on the female experience of a certain time period. For example, when learning about WW2, we did projects on female resistance fighters et cetera.

We had health classes that were actually focused on female health. We learnt about female anatomy (even the clitoris! Though we were all about thirteen/fourteen at this time so we found it incredibly awkward to talk about), as well as symptoms of PCOS during our menstrual unit. We learnt about contraceptive methods and devices (however, as a Catholic school they did have to tell us that whilst these methods are available, the church-sanctioned method is of course, abstinence).

Whilst the majority of the girls shaved their legs and wore makeup, as someone who did neither of those things I rarely felt judgement about it (albeit, I think there was a little for my lack of makeup, but this only lasted the first two years). A good portion of our staff also did not wear makeup, I don’t recall this ever being commented on. And, by the time we’d reached about our third year, a good portion of my year level and the ones above did not wear makeup on a daily basis. Leg hair was not looked down upon by any of us I don’t think by this year either. In fact, if you were particularly hairy often your hairless friends asked to rub your legs!

We were never short of female role-models, our staff made sure of that. We had multiple days per year when guest speakers would come and talk to us, mostly these were women who were experts in their fields—whether that be neuroscience or computer science, linguistics and literature or mathematics, politics, et cetera. The only times we really had male guest speakers was when police officers (one male one female) came to give us an assembly about sexual peer-pressure and laws around sharing nudes that was basically, “these are common (male) manipulation tactics used to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, don’t fall for them”.

We were encouraged to take STEM subjects, and those of us that had taken interest in computer programming were sent to coding programmes in the city during school hours! That’s how keen our teachers were to get more women into the field! This was the same with the girls interested in politics, who got to go to Model UN events, as well as mock parliaments in the country’s capitol.

We had a lot of programmes generally. A few overseas ones for girls who were in LOTE (languages other than English) classes. A few interstate ones, too. And of course, local programmes and excursions. Most of them (aside from the LOTE ones which focused on immersion) were volunteer programmes aimed at helping women and girls. The rest were about furthering our own skills or learning new ones. Majority of these were year-level based, but a few depended on the clubs/groups/classes you were in. For example, I was part of the Writer’s Club, and we took an excursion to the state Writer’s Festival and listened to female writers as well as feminist panels. We also had self-defence programmes every year.

In terms of peers I generally found everyone to be quite amiable by the time we’d reached our third/fourth year. There’s a common myth about all girls schools being filled with ‘catty’ girls who are constantly bitching about one another, but I really did not find that to ring true. There were a few fights and arguments in the earlier years, I was part of quite a lot lol but that’s honestly… just something that happens at school, at any school. Largely, we were good to each other. If someone was crying there was always someone who’d ask her what was wrong. If you missed the notes on the slide, there was always a girl willing to share her notes with you.

I think going to an all-girl’s school, and not having that much interaction with the opposite sex generally for that six-year period truly does something, I think, to your psyche. We are socialised to look down on our fellow woman, socialised to look down upon ourselves. But actually being constantly surrounded by women, and almost ONLY women, really helps to undo that. Even now I could not describe the fierce love I have for all those women and girls I came in contact with during my time there—even the ones I bickered with. Each and every single woman I met there enriched my life in some way or another. I think that is the effect of consistently spending time in any female-only space: developing a true appreciation for women. It is the only reasonable conclusion to come to.

I have been out of high school for two years, and in university for one. Among the many men I have met since, none of them have even been able to hold a candle to the any women and girls I know.

Anyway. TLDR: it slapped, send your daughters to same-sex schools!!

[comfortwriting]

A Triwizard Baby Part 1 - F.W

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Part 1 Fred Weasley x Fem Reader mini series

Requested/About: Best friends, Y/N and Fred Weasley share a night of passion together during the Triwizard Tournament, after that, everything changes and Fred can’t figure out why until the night of the final task. Y/N has the world on her shoulders, and Fred slowly finds himself losing everyone around him. 

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A/N: the ages/school year has been adjusted so everything is legal.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication, drunk and unprotected sex, losing virginity.

It all started when the more outspoken, confident twin crashed into you on the Hogwarts Express in your first year at Hogwarts. Sure, you were upset, embarrassed, and annoyed, but when you looked up and realised who had swept you off your feet, you knew it wasn’t your brain messing with you - from that moment you had fallen for him; Fred Weasley.

After your first train ride, classes, and many more along the way, over the years, you and Fred became best friends, going through thick and thin together, sharing the worlds loudest laughs, best pranks, and even the biggest tears. Your tiny crush on him blossomed into something much more, a love that couldn’t stop growing and spread out of control, but you were sure that Fred didn’t feel the same, and as you became older, reaching the end of your years in the education system, Fred discovered other girls and sex, whilst you drowned yourself in the life of parties and bottles of fire whiskey.

Fred loves the parties, he loves fire whiskey too, but he loves the other girls and the sex in a different way because they feed his ego, and it helped take his mind off you and the fact he didn’t have the guts to pursue you.

You were labelled as the party-girl which every girl wanted to be and wouldn’t challenge to a drinking game if their gold was on the table, and Fred gained the title as the play-boy, who made every lad jealous and watch in envy as he never got rejected and could flirt with any girl he wanted.

You had to hear the stories of your best friend fucking your classmates, and how much they loved it, praising him and gossiping about how skilled he was with his fingers, tongue, and cock. You were jealous, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn't invent your sex life to reach Fred’s rank - you had never had sex - you were a virgin through and through.

Sitting next to Fred on the edge of his bed in the hospital wing you shook your head, laughing at the state of him and his twin, George.

“I’ve got to say, you’ve got a magnificent beard.” You laughed, the sight of George being an old man funnier than you expected.

Fred smirked despite still being pissed off with George “I never knew you were into older men” he winked.

“Well, you never asked.”

George groaned out “get a bloody room, the pair of you!”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled Fred’s pillow from under his head, causing him to slump down, you bashed George with his pillow, sticking your tongue out at him and pulling a face.

“Y/N, don’t encourage them!” Madame Pomfrey hurried over, retrieving Fred’s pillow “Out! Out!” she shooed you.

Standing up and put your hands up in defence “Alright! I’m going!”

Fred’s smirk turned into a grin, “Watch the first task with us?” he asked.

You nodded “with pleasure, I heard Bill is going to be there.”

And you weren’t wrong, the first task came within the blink of an eye, you were honoured to meet Bill in passing - more like a “Hello!” with an awkward wave, followed by “Goodbye!” and another awkward wave, but the dragons fascinated you, and Fred spent the majority of the task watching you instead of the Hungarian Horntail, Swedish Short-Snout, Chinese Fireball, and the Common Welsh Green. George had to keep reminding Fred that their money and future business was on the line.

During the celebration party as it got later in the evening, you and everyone else surrounded Harry, clapping and cheering as he lifted the golden egg infant of him, parading it around, all of you watching and waiting eagerly, encouraging him to open it in hopes that it could liven up the party - giving everyone an excuse to stay up late and continue drinking.

Fred and George lifted Harry up, propping his legs on either of their shoulders, their arms strapping him in so he was above the large and busy crowd.

“Knew you wouldn’t die, Harry.”

“Lose a leg.”

“Or an arm.”

“Pack it in altogether.”

“Never!”

Fred and George stopped heaving Harry into the air, Seamus begging for a clue, you stared at Fred, your eyes getting lost in the strands of his long golden hair, but you weren’t the only one - the girls behind you were fixating on him, whispering about his good looks and height.

You zoned out completely, the same jealousy and bitterness spreading through your veins, you had to talk to him, tell him you loved him, but how?

Harry opened the egg, bright light of gold broke out followed by loud screeching, breaking you out of your toxic train of thoughts, Fred and George dropping Harry and flinching like you and everyone else, covering your ears and begging Harry to shut it up.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron interrupted.

Fred huffed and shook his head “As if this party couldn’t get any worse.” he turned around and tried to flee to his dorm room, calling it a night and encouraging everyone to get to bed.

The two girls behind you who were salivating over Fred pushed past you and called him over, blushing and batting their eyelashes at him.

“We’re throwing a party of our own” she eyed him up as if he was something to eat “tonight doesn’t have to end on a downer.”

Her plan worked, instantly gaining Fred’s attention, he grinned and nodded “Wicked, can I bring someone along?”

“George is already invited” her friend replied, smirking at George.

“Can I bring someone else too, though?” Fred asked.

The girls exchanged looks with one another cautiously, but they didn’t want to let him down or uninterested him, “Of course! Who?”

Probably his friend Lee or some girl he’s fucking.

“Y/N!” Fred called out, smiling at you “You want to join this party with me?”

The girls glared at one another, muttering and swearing under their breaths to one another.

This is your moment, Y/N, don’t mess this up, shoot your shot.

“Yeah!” You smiled back, feeling honoured and slightly shocked “Yeah, sure!”

Once everyone had cleared off, you and your new group sneaked out of the common room and into Moaning Myrtle's territory, all the professors were either partying or fast asleep, even Mr Filch and Mrs Norris grudgingly had the night off.

The dark and grubby bathroom spun around whilst you got onto your knees, the cold tile floor making you shudder when coming into contact with your warm legs. The two girls smirked and sat down too, the shorter one pulling Fred to sit down next to her, her hand continuously placing itself on his knee, ticking you off.

“Well, since Y/N decided to drink her feelings, we’ve got an empty bottle and we could do with a game to lighten up the mood.” The shorter girl spoke out, causing Fred to give her a dirty look for calling you out.

“What is it then?” George asked “Pretty shit place for a party.”

“Careful” you hiccoughed “Don’t want to make Mrytle cry.”

“We’ve decided truth or dare, but with spinning the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to answer a truth, or accept a dare from the spinner.”

You rolled your eyes “Seems very... tween like of you.”

Fred laughed.

“You weren’t invited, so feel free to leave if this party isn’t good enough for you.”

You ignored her and played along anyway.

“George” she squealed “Truth or dare?”

George hesitated for a moment “Truth”

“Does Fred keep you up at night with all the girls he brings back?”

After what felt like an eternity, the bottle finally landed back and George, and he spun the bottle, causing it to land on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

I swear if you ask me anything stupid -

“D-dare.” you hiccoughed again, trying to act bigger than your boots.

George stared at the two desperate girls and looked back at you “I dare you to snog my brother.”

Okay, I really wish I went for truth, what was I thinking? Bloody hell!

“Okay then” you replied nervously, crawling in the middle of the circle, Fred crawling over to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Fred’s warm, large, gentle hands cupped your face, leaning in, his lips pressed against yours shocking both of you as if a spark had ignited, whilst you kissed back, your hands tangled in his long golden hair and the two of you were suddenly hit with the realisation of how in love with one another you actually were.

More students had caught wind of the lame party and livened it up, playing music and brightening the bathroom up with colourful moving lights, bringing more fire whiskey and encouraging everyone to dance.

Everyone around you watched as you and Fred continued to snog, his tongue dancing with yours, his cock starting to support a semi, everyone cheered aside from the two girls who felt as if they had shot themselves in the foot.

“Okay!” the girl called out again, trying to pull Fred away “Times up!”

but he didn’t want to stop, and neither did you, the memories you shared playing out in front of you.

“I’m sorry for crashing into you” he frowned, sitting next to you on the train “is your head alright? I can try and make the bruising go away.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, you chuckled and shook your head “It’s okay but thank you for offering” you smiled.

His twin brother entered the carriage, “Fred-” he stared at you “what’s happened to you?”

“I wish you were coming with us” Fred sighed, grumbling to himself.

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re going on holiday!” you beamed “just make sure you take plenty of pictures, I’ve heard Egypt is lovely!”

“I’ll write to you and I’ll send the photos through the owl post if I’ve got enough time.”

“We’re supposed to be studying for our O.W.Ls!” you hissed at Fred, hiding your answers from him as he continued to make your stationary levitate and drop onto your head.

“Please take part in this prank, Y/N” he begged “I promise I won’t ask for anything ever again.”

“But you always do, Freddie!”

He stared at you, pouting and making puppy eyes.

“Fine” you sighed, giving in “Let’s go and do it then.”

Fred punched the air and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your desk, the two of you smirking and giggling with excitement.

“I didn’t realise it would be this cold” you shivered, standing outside of Honey Dukes, snow falling from the sky and sticking to the pavement.

Fred pulled off his knitted jumper “Put this on love, don’t want you freezing now do we?”

The memories snapped away as Fred fell back, his arm in the girl's hand, you were desperate for more and opened your eyes, frowning that he had been dragged away for a dance with her, you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her waist.

Getting off your now red cold knees and standing up, you downed some more fire whiskey from the first bottle you laid eyes on and decided to copy Fred - dancing with anyone who wanted you - grinding against them, having them hold you close and breathing down your neck, you had to admit, for someone who had never done this before, you were doing a pretty good job, almost as if you had done it before.

Fred couldn’t get you, the kiss, the feeling of your lips, tongue, and the replay of memories out of his head. Breaking away from the girl, he approached you as you pulled away from the tall Hufflepuff lad, finally reuniting with the love of your life. Almost instantly, Fred’s lips collided with yours, your hands back to being tangled in his hair and his hand squeezing your behind teasingly, alcohol on your breath and his.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

After what seemed like a marathon, you finally burst into Fred’s empty dorm room, he shut the door behind him and locked it before kissing you passionately, lowering you onto the bed and taking your clothes off.

This was it, the moment you were craving for years on end, this was it, this was how you would be losing your virginity, this would be giving yourself to your best friend entirely.

But Fred had no idea that it was your first time, in his head, you were having just as much sex as him.

Fred couldn’t get over the sight of your naked body, your breasts, your tummy, your bum, your inner thighs, your exquisite crotch - you were the definition of perfect, he had forgotten about every girl he had ever seen naked at the sight of you, you were making him feel as if this was his first time all over again.

Fred sucked on your nipples whilst he stimulated your clit with his fingers, warming you up, the sensation of his warm tongue and mouth sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and as nervous as you were, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he played with your touch starved clit.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

Fred’s head, like yours, was also spinning. He stumbled and reached for the lube, applying it onto his length and then across your tight hole. Fred felt as if he had forgotten something, but the more he wracked his own brain, the more he couldn’t remember what he needed. He laid you on your back and climbed on top, lining himself against your entrance.

Looking at you one last time to make sure, you nodded, and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching you out as your walls tightened around you. You winced as you experienced an entirely new feeling, Fred slowed down and stayed still inside of you so you could adjust to his size when you were ready to continue, Fred started to trust himself inside and out of you gently, holding your hand and kissing your head as you started to feel incredible pleasure, your soft moans spilling from your lips.

Fred couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky, he was fucking - no - he wasn’t - he was making love to the most perfect girl in the world, someone he actually cared deeply for and had feelings for, you weren't a stranger, you were special, you weren’t temporary, you were soothing his aching heart - your absence was the cause, and your love - the medicine.

You watched as Fred’s hard cock slid inside and out of you, you admired his perfect body, the way he moaned and expressed the pleasure he was feeling through his facial expressions, you gripped onto his hand tighter as he picked up his speed and throbbed inside of you, you didn’t want this to end, you wanted to live inside this moment forever.

“My- My tummy feels tight” you panted, not knowing what was happening.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Fred panted too “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, so that’s what that feeling means?

The pressure built up until it burst, you felt yourself explode as the pleasure became more intense, you relaxed and released, creaming down Fred’s length, your walls strangling him.

“Fuck!” Fred panted, the beads of sweat spreading across his forehead and back “I’m cumming baby!”

Baby.

“Y/N!”

Fred released his sperm deep inside of you without realising he didn’t have a condom on, you didn’t know whether he had put one on or not either, you didn’t know to ask or mention it, you were on birth control up until last week, you had to come off it due to the side effects and stress you under as your N.E.W.Ts approached.

Fred slowly pulled out and collapsed in your arms, the two of you holding one another, your eyes too heavy to stay open.

As you drifted off to sleep, your life was about to change forever.

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[geminirum]

in honour of eternals being released on disney+, i bring you a high school au

i hated high school with every fibre in my body, but i don’t hate them, and this was an excuse to use this dress i found off pinterest because one can dreami know not everyone will have the same experience, so bear with me and remember this is all subjective ✨

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itsdruig: the only class i didn’t hate. gonna miss it

officialkingo: i still can’t believe you’ve been an artist this whole time and literally never said anything

itsdruig: i like to remain mysterious, its part of my charm, y’know

officiallyikaris: so was i gonna be invited to your class’ end of the year exhibit, or no?

itsdruig: no.

therealeros: love it, love your family dynamic

missthena: literally who asked you to be here?

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simplymakkari: she’s a runner, she’s a track star 🏃🏾‍♀️

danewhitman: sersi and i wanna bring snacks for the rest of your teammates? are orange slices too cliche

simplymakkari: not at all! please bring them 🍊

officialkingo: is your little boyfriend gonna be there?

itsdruig: yes i will be, and i’m bringing my siblings they wanted to watch

missthena: yes, i do enjoy watching sports. i do not enjoy participating in them, however

spriteintoaction: you’re literally a black belt in karate, isn’t that a sport?

missthena: touché

guidingajak: your mother and i will be there 😘😘

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itsdruig: pretty flowers for an even prettier girl ♥️

lovesersi: was this your own way of telling us that you asked makkari to prom? 🤨

itsdruig: possibly….

heyimphastos: i can’t believe that you got a prom date before any of us

cookingwithgil: ^ yeah man you kinda suck

itsdruig: i just go after what i want. be bold.

simplymakkari: my mom wants to meet you before we go to prom!! she invited you over for dinner :)

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simplymakkari: yeah… my brother was a theatre kid… no we didn’t go to denny’s afterwards….

officialkingo: thanks for dragging them with you

simplymakkari: if i had to suffer, they do too

spriteintoaction: love it. love the enthusiasm!

officialkingo: you be quiet, you’re starting high school soon. then you’ll understand the trials and tribulations of entering adulthood

cookingwithgil: i’m just impressed he didn’t freeze

heyimphastos: jokes aside, you were really good

guidingajak: ignore them, you were wonderful darling! i’m so immensely proud of you ❤️

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itsdruig: spare with the best (tagged: simplymakkari)

comments have been limited

lovesersi: you’re actually studying?

itsdruig: i do study a lot, you just don’t notice

officiallyikaris: your handwriting is atrocious

itsdruig: funny i was about to say the same thing about your football skills, cousin

cookingwithgil: okay let me ask you this, what do you hope to pursue? if you have an idea, no rush!

itsdruig: finally, a civil comment. i’m studying social work with a minor in psychology, with hopes of getting my masters and then PhD

spriteintoaction: my brother is actually really smart y’all, you just don’t give him enough credit

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simplymakkari: mom meets the boyfriend, pt. 1

officiallyikaris: did she kill him?

simplymakkari: you do realize that only YOU hate druig, everyone else pretty much adores him

missthena: how sweet, my little brother meeting his girlfriend’s mom. i’m gonna go tell gil and everyone

spriteintoaction: oh i’m wayyyyyy ahead of you

itsdruig: why is everyone teasing me for this??? 💀

cookingwithgil: respectfully, you hate most people so this is a really big deal for you

heyimphastos: i won’t be respectful about it lol, dude you literally hate most things expect makkari. you meeting her family is a big step

lovesersi: well i for one am very happy for you two!

itsdruig: i knew i tolerated you for a reason

guidingajak: don’t listen to them dear, it was so wonderful to meet you! i see why makkari likes you so much, you’re a kind young man

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itsdruig: PROM NIGHT 2024

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simplymakkari: im sitting here, NOT crying in my prom dress 💜✨

lovesersi: and it has pockets!!!! you won

spriteintoaction: look i’m not the most fashionable person out there but holy crap this is stunning

officialkingo: i agree this is the finest piece of craftsmanship i have ever seen, ever

missthena: how could someone ever cry looking that beautiful, have fun tonight you two

guidingajak: but not too much fun

officialkingo: what mom said, i’m watching you druig

itsdruig: oh wow 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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itsdruig: prom after party with a special guest appearance from bob ross (tagged: simplymakkari)

officialkingo: i take it back go have too much fun guys this is so lame

simplymakkari: lmaooo can you tell which one is mine and which one is druig’s

itsdruig: you tried and i love you for that <3

officiallyikaris: let’s rewind here, did you just say i love you to makkari on instagram comments

spriteintoaction: oooohhhhh

cookingwithgil: oooohhhhh

heyimphastos: oooohhhhh

missthena: oooohhhhh

itsdruig: and this is why i hate you all :)

[talesofarcadia78]

Chemistry || One Shot

Beep! Beep! Bee--

Your alarm clock beeped, but you quickly hit the off button, not wanting to hear it anymore. You slowly got up, still wanting to sleep in, but couldn't since you had school. As you got up, you noticed that you had left your bedroom in the same state as last night. A mess. 

You quickly shook your sleep and got ready for school. 

While you were packing your bag, you noticed that you had a dozen messages from y/bff. They all read about meeting up at Sam's before school, at 7:30. 

Shoot! That's in 10 minutes! Sam's is all the way across town! 

You quickly zipped up your bag and rushed out your door. But before you could even turn the door handle of your door, your mom stopped you. 

"Hey, Mom! I'm in a rush, I got to go," you quickly explained.

"Not so fast. Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. 

"Nope, got everything. Books, laptop, pencil case, phone, wallet," you listed. 

"What about your room?" she questioned. 

Oops. I forgot about that. 

"I'll just do it when I get back," you reassured her. 

"Sure?" she asked. 

"100% sure, Mom. Now, I have to go, otherwise I'll be late," you reminded her. 

"Yes, yes. Go, but remember, be back home by 6," she said sternly. 

"Will do. Love you!" you said, running out the door. 

You rushed to your bike and quickly rode off into town. 

After a while, you got to Sam's. You saw that y/bff's bike was already there, along with your friend group's. You walked in, to see a bunch of high schoolers occupying each table. You searched for your friends, when you spotted them at the back. You ran over and plopped yourself down. 

"What took you so long?" y/bff asked. 

"Sorry, got held up," you replied. 

"Anyways, did you guys know that we're going to get a chemistry assignment today?" Tia informed. 

"Cool! Is it group, individual or partners?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure it's partners. So I dibs y/bff!" Tia answered. "Sorry y/n but I want to work with her."

"It's okay, I'll just partner up with--" you started but was cut off by Belle. 

"Me and Lauren!" 

"Okay, I'l just partner up with someone else," you chuckled. 

After about 20 minutes of chatting, you looked at your watch, 8. 

"Uhh, guys, it's 8. We should start heading to school," you said. 

All of you rode to school. Soon a sign 'Arcadia Oaks Academy', came into view. 

You chained up your bikes and headed to your lockers. 

"Who will you partner up with?" Lauren asked you. 

"I don't know. Maybe Douxie? He seems like a good person to partner up with," you replied. 

"Aww~ You two would be great partners. Plus, maybe you too could get a bit more closer by the assignment," Belle teased. 

"Uh... sure. Since we would have to do the assignment after school, we would have to exchange numbers, get each other's address--" you agreed but you got cut off by Belle, again. 

"No! Yeah like that, but you know closer. As in like a relationship, like how Tia and Lauren are," Belle explained. 

"What! I hardly know him!" you exclaimed. 

"Well, you two will get to know each other, since you two would get closer," y/bff hypothesised. 

"Plus, there will be a bit of chemistry between you two," Tia added, "Since you're like, in chemistry." 

"Uh, I uh... um... I guess? I don't know, guys. I don't like him like that," you said. 

"Sure you don't! I always see you sneaking glances at him in class," Lauren smirked. 

Your eyes instantly widened. 

"I- I wasn't! I was... uh... memorising the periodic table that was above his head!" you quickly denied. 

"Yep. Sure," everyone nodded, smirking at each other but you. 

"Let's discuss this later, we'll be late for class!" Tia reminded, pushing all four of you to class. 

After three tiring classes, the bell finally rang to indicate lunch. 

The five of you were walking to the cafeteria, when you of all people, tripped over your own feet, plummeting to the ground. You braced for the impact, but it never came, just strong arms wrapping around your waist, saving you. You looked up at your saviour, which you expected to be Belle or y/bff, but it was none other than your crush, Douxie. 

"H-Hey, Douxie," you said. 

"Hey, love. You okay?" Douxie asked, pulling you up onto your feet. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, dusting off some dust off your clothes. 

"Wait, do you have a chemistry partner? I've heard that we're going to receive an assignment that needs one," Douxie inquired. 

"No, I-" you started to reply, but was cut off by Belle, putting an arm around your shoulder. 

"Y/n, doesn't have a partner. You know, you can always partner up with y/n! Right, y/n?" Belle exclaimed. 

"Y-yeah," you agreed, blushing at the thought of you and Douxie working together. 

"Well, then y/n, Douxie, I'll leave you two to your chemistry," Belle smirked, walking off with the rest of your gang. 

"Well, y/n, may I have the honour of being your partner?" Douxie joked, bowing down and taking his hand out for you to take. 

You giggled, going along with the joke, "Yes, Douxie. You may have the honour," and put your hand in his. 

After the two of you decided on being partners, Douxie went off to find his friends while you did the same. 

Soon after, you found your friends all seated at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. As you were heading over there, you noticed that Douxie was at a table right next to your friends. 

You quickly sat yourself down next to y/bff. 

"So did-" Belle started but you cut her off. 

"Why did you guys sit right next to Douxie's friends? Who's plan was this?" you hissed.

Everyone pointed to y/bff. 

"Seriously, y/bff? Like seriously!" you fumed. 

"Just you wait. In just a few days, instead of sitting with us, you two will be at a table all by yourselves. So get used to sitting around him," y/bff teased. 

"Uhh!" you groaned, slamming your head onto the table. 

"Don't do that, you'll look stupid," someone sang. 

You looked up to see, Ella walking around the table and taking a seat in front of you. 

"Are you kidding me? You too, Ella! I thought you were the only one who wouldn't tease me about this," you whined. 

"Sorry, y/n, but I couldn't help myself," Ella admitted. 

Once again, you slammed your head onto the table. 

"Wait up! Ella, I texted you to come over to Sam's before school. Where were you?" y/bff asked. 

"Got caught up with cleaning my little brother's room, since he couldn't do it himself," Ella replied, grumbling the last part. "Anyways, rumour is, Douxie asked y/n out!" 

"What!" you cried.

Everyone turned their heads towards you. 

"Douxie did not ask me out!" you denied. 

"Are you sure?" Ella asked. 

She took out her phone and showed everyone a photo of Douxie bowing down, his hand in front of him, while it held yours. 

"Who took that photo?!" you gasped. 

"I don't know. It got texted to everyone anonymously," Ella shrugged.

"Everyone..." you gulped. 

Y/bff put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

"It's going to be fine," y/bff reassured. 

"Fine?!" you exclaimed. "Now everyone must think that me and him are together." 

"I can find out who took the photo," Tia suggested. 

"I don't want drama," you said. 

"You sure?" Tia confirmed.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you replied, holding your head in your hands. 

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was a text from an anonymous person. 

Great, this better be good. 

The text read: 

Douxie and y/n are partners in chemistry! The power couple can't stand to be away from each other. 

You immediately deleted the message. You noticed that your friends were also looking at their phones. 

"You guys got the text, right?" Belle asked. 

Everyone nodded. 

"Now what?" you questioned. 

"Well, whoever this person is, they definitely want to stir up trouble," Lauren claimed. 

"We just need to find out who that person is," Tia concluded and got up. 

"Where are you going?" you inquired. 

"To find out who the person is, duh," Tia answered. 

"I'll come. You might need help," Lauren said and got up as well. 

The two walked away and out the cafeteria. 

"Come on, y/n. You need to eat," y/bff stated, pushing a bowl of fruit salad. 

"Fine," you sighed and slowly started to eat lunch. 

Before, you could even put your fork in your mouth, you heard some of Douxie's friends laughing. 

You looked towards them, to see them walking towards your table. 

Your table! 

"What the--! Why are they coming over here?" you whispered to the others. 

Before any of them could answer, the boys had already made their way to the table. 

"Hey! We're Douxie's friends," a boy with brunette hair spoke. 

"Hey..." you hesitated. 

"What do you guys want?" Ella asked. 

 You zoned out after Ella spoke. You looked towards the boys' table and saw Douxie's face was red from embarrassment. He started to wave his arms in the air, trying to get his friend's attention. 

"He looks kinda funny," you thought. 

Just then, his eyes on fell on you. Both of your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks turn warm. Douxie then gave you a wink and a smile, while you just shyly waved and smiled before quickly turning your attention back to the conversation. 

"We heard that our boy Douxie's gotten himself a 'girlfriend'," the same guy that had brunette hair spoke.

"Let me guess, some anonymous person sent you a photo of Douxie bowing with his hand out while it held y/n's hand and maybe the same person sent you a text that they're partners in chemistry and and that the power couple 'can't stand to be away from each other'?" y/bff said. 

"Exactly!" a guy with black hair exclaimed. 

"FYI, Douxie's not in a--" you began but the bell rang, cutting you off. 

"Sorry, but we gotta head to class. See ya around!" the brunette waved and walked off with the rest his friends, including Douxie. 

You sighed and got up from your seat. 

"What class do we have?" you asked. 

"Chemistry," Belle replied. 

"Perfect. Just perfect," you grumbled and started heading towards the chemistry lab. 

As you took a seat, you saw that Douxie was looking at you. Y/bff nudged you in your side, smirking. 

"Look, Douxie can't keep his eyes off of you," y/bff teased. 

"There might actually be chemistry between the two of you after all," Tia sang from beside you. 

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. 

Soon after, class began. 

The teacher explained what the assignment was about and all the little details. 

The teacher then asked everyone to find somebody to partner up with. All your friends instantly partnered up with one another. You had to move, since only 4 people could fit at one table. You glanced towards Douxie, who was motioning you to go over to him. You obeyed and walked to him, seating yourself down beside him. 

Since most of the lesson was spent being explained by the teacher, you got time to discuss the assignment with your partner. Douxie turned to you. 

"So, we should start the background research ASAP, if we want to hand the assignment in by the deadline in two weeks," Douxie said. 

"Yeah," you agreed. 

"So, do you want to work on the assignment after school today?" Douxie asked. 

"Uh... sure," you answered. 

"Nuclear! Here's my address and number," he cheered and handed you a sticky note. 

You shoved the note into your pocket and grabbed a piece of paper to write down your details as well. You quickly scribbled down you number and address and handed the details to him. 

Abruptly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out and saw a message from Tia. 

I've got a few leads on who the person is that's sending the texts and photos. 

You looked across the classroom to find Tia furiously typing away on her phone. 

Must be investigating. 

You put your phone away and turned your attention back to Douxie. 

"Is everything alright?" he asked. 

"Yep," you nodded. 

The bell rung for next class, making you jump a little. 

"Well, I'll see you at my place at four, love," Douxie grinned, giving you his signature wink and two-finger salute, walking out of class. 

As soon as you got outside of class, your friends instantly crowded around you. 

"So, how was it?!" they all asked at the same time. 

"How was what?" you inquired. 

"Y'know! In class, with Douxie," Belle hinted. 

"Oh, that!" you exclaimed. "It was, uh... good." 

Suddenly, a random person bumped into you, making you stumble forwards a bit. Your sticky note fell out of your pocket. Once you had regained your balance, you noticed that the note was on the ground. You went to pick it up, but Lauren beat you to it. 

"GDT Arcane Books and..." Lauren read aloud. "Ooh! His number!" 

"Gimme that!" you cried, trying to snatch it from her hands. 

But alas, you were shorter than her, making you fail miserably. 

"Aww~ Look! He even wrote a short message for you at the back!" Lauren gushed. "It says: 'I'm really looking forward for you coming to my place, y/n. I'm sure we'll be able to get to know each other better. I'm glad that your my chemistry partner. See you at 4!'" 

"Alright! Give me that right now!" you exclaimed, finally snatching the note from her. 

You shoved the sticky note into your backpack and left for your next class. 

The last classes went like blur and before you knew it, school was over. You peddled your way back home. You quickly finished your homework and cleaned your room. 

You re-packed your bag and peddled back into town, heading to GDT Arcane Books. But as you made your way there, storm clouds rolled in and the heavens opened up. You were drenched by the time you were inside the bookstore. 

You quickly took in your surroundings. There was a a bunch of crystals everywhere and a lot of books on the shelves. In one of the corner's, there was a fireplace lit and an armchair near it. At the other corner was a spiral staircase which obviously lead to level above. The place was overall homey and cozy.

"Hey, love," a voice spoke. 

You turned to the source of the voice to see Douxie halfway down the staircase. 

"Hi, Douxie! Nice home, it's a bookstore," you said. 

"Well, this isn't exactly where I live. I live upstairs," Douxie chuckled, gesturing to the stairwell. 

All of a sudden, his eyes widened. He scrambled down the stairs. 

"Uh, Doux, you good?" you asked. 

"I should be the one asking you that question right now, love!" Douxie said, grabbing your backpack from you. "You're completely drenched and shivering from head to toe!" 

"I'm fine, Douxie," you assured him. 

"You are absolutely not fine, y/n. You can catch a cold, and I'm not letting that happen on my watch," Douxie shook his head. 

He led you up the stairs and onto the second level. He walked up to a book on a shelf and pulled it slightly. The shelf started to go inside the wall before it seperate into two, revealing a black door. You gasped in amazement. Douxie unlocked a door and held it open for you. 

The apartment wasn't much, but it seemed big enough for Douxie. Douxie led you down a very narrow hallway, where one side you assumed was the bathroom and the other side was just a side table where keys hung above it. Down the short hallway, was a couch up against a wall with a coffee table and a TV in front. The kitchen was in the corner, with the dining table attached. 

(No balcony) 

"Wow! A secret apartment  behind a bookstore. That's so cool!" you commented. 

"Thanks," he grinned. 

Douxie placed your bag on the floor next to the couch and headed to another room, which probably was his bedroom. He came out seconds later with a small black hoodie and grey jeans. 

"Uh, Douxie, why did you get clothes?" you asked. 

"Well, I can't have you in wet clothes and then catch a cold, can I?" he explained. 

You looked at the clothes in Douxie's hand and then looked down at yourself. 

They won't fit me. 

"Umm... Douxie... uhh... don't you think they're a bit big?" you questioned. 

He looked at his clothes then at you, smiling sheepishly at you. 

"Plus... the umm... jeans are 'kinda umm... not my uhh... gender," you stammered. 

"Well, the hoodie can keep you extra warm and the jeans are gender neutral, so like uhh... you can wear them. And plus, they haven't been worn in years," Douxie reassured you. 

"Okay..." you hesitated and took the clothes. 

"You can change in there," he said, pointing towards the bathroom. 

You nodded and walked into the bathroom. 

You quickly got changed and looked in the mirror. The hoodie was huge on you, it went all the way down to your knees and the jeans were a bit (okay maybe too) long for you so you had to roll up the ends up to your ankles. You then looked at your frizzy hair. You hastily combed your hair with your fingers and put it in a low messy bun. Then you exited out of the bathroom. 

You noticed that Douxie was heating up water in a kettle. 

You stashed your clothes in your bag before you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. 

"Oh fuzzbuckets!" Douxie yelled. 

You whipped your head towards the commotion to see water spilled across the counter and pieces of shattered ceramic across the floor. You ran over to Douxie to help him. You briefly looked at the mess before letting your gaze fall on Douxie. 

"You need help?" you asked, but you already knew his answer. 

"Yes please," he squeaked and got down on his knees to pick up the ceramic. 

But before he could pick up a piece you warned him, "You can injure yourself if you pick the pieces up one by one." 

"Then how am I going to clean this up?" he puzzled 

"Do you have a dustpan?" you inquired. 

He pointed to a corner behind you. You got it and handed it to Douxie, 

"Now you can clean it up." 

You got tissues and wiped the water away. 

Soon, the kitchen was as good as new. 

Douxie popped the kettle back on and got two mug's from a cabinet. 

"I'll make the tea, you can start researching," Douxie said, adding a tea bag in each cup. 

"Wait, why are you making tea?" you asked. 

"Well, one: tea's nuclear, two: why not?, three: it's the perfect weather, and four: you just came from the rain, so tea would be nice," Douxie replied, pouring the hot kettle water into both mug's and handing one to you. 

The two of you took a seat on his couch and started to research. 

An hour and a half later ~

"My eyes are hurting from looking at the screen," you whined, stretching your arms and slumping back on the couch. 

"Well, we've been researching for an hour or so nonstop on chemical reactions, so I guess we can stop," Douxie chuckled. "We can continue to research tomorrow." 

"Right," you nodded. 

"Hey, I got an idea," he started. 

"What?" you asked, sitting up more straight. 

"We can play truth or dare!" he finished. 

You looked at your watch. You had around half an hour until you had to go home. 

"Sure," you smiled. 

"Okay, y/n, truth or dare?" Douxie asked. 

"Easy, truth," you stated. 

"What's the worst date you've been on?" he asked. 

"I've never been on a date, so I never had a worst date," you told. 

"What?!" Douxie exclaimed. 

"Why are you so shocked?" you speculated. 

"Well, I'm shocked cause umm... like, you're very pretty... and like, no one's asked you out on a date..." Douxie stuttered. 

You cheeks grew warm and looked away, "I'm not pretty." 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn you towards Douxie. 

"You're very pretty, y/n. Very pretty. In fact, your one of the most beautiful girls I know," Douxie expressed.

"Awww... Thank you, Douxie. No one has ever said that to me before," you breathed. 

"Well, I'm glad I'm the first, love," Douxie grinned. 

"Okay, now it's your turn!" you declared. "Truth or dare?" 

"Truth," he said. 

"What's the funniest pick up line you've every used?" you shot. 

"Okay, get prepared y/n, this is a good one. Are you terms and conditions? Cause whatever you say I’ll always agree with you," Douxie answered. 

(Sorry if you don't think that's funny, just pretend it is if you didn't)

You looked at him with a straight face. 

"Did you think that was funny?" Douxie hesitated. 

You slowly started to nod before you burst out laughing. He let out a sigh and started to laugh as well. 

The two of you kept playing the game until it was time for you to go. 

You walked down Douxie's short hallway and was about to open the door yourself but Douxie opened it up for you and bowed down. 

"Why thank you, kind sir," you joked. 

"Your welcome, m'lady," he said, going along with your joke. 

You walked out of his secret apartment and back into GDT Arcane Books. 

Douxie escorted you to the door and waved you goodbye. 

Soon, you were riding your bike back home. Luckily, the rain had stopped, so this time you didn't get wet. 

When you had gotten home, you saw that your mom was making dinner. 

"Hey, Mom! What 'ya making?" you called. 

"Hey, y/n! Just making f/f," she replied. "Also, why are you in a hoodie and grey jeans. If I remember correctly, you left the house in a shirt and pants." 

"I got wet, so a friend lended me their clothes. They didn't want me getting sick," you explained. 

"Right," she nodded. "But isn't the hoodie and bit, I don't know, big?" 

"Yeah, it's actually a men's size," you admitted. 

"So, your friend is a guy? Ooh~" she teased.

"Mom!" you cried. 

The next two weeks flied by. Soon enough, it was time to hand in your assignment. 

Over the two weeks, you and Douxie had gotten really close. Not just close in friendship, but literally as well. 

Once, you had tripped over your carpet and fell into his lap. You face was on fire at that time, you also saw that he had a slight blush across his face. 

Another time, was when you and him were discussing while walking to class when you, being the clumsy human you were, tripped over your feet and descended to the ground. Douxie thankfully, caught you by your waist, but he also fell. His face was so close to yours, your noses were touching. You would've had scrambled up, but you stuck in a sandwich with the ground and Douxie. 

Back to the present, you and Douxie were ready to hand in the assignment. Well, the assignment was ready to be handed in, but you weren't ready to let go yet . Douxie on the other hand was totally chill about the situation. 

"How are you so calm about this, Doux?" you whimpered. 

"Cause I know we've done our best," Douxie stated. "You want me to hand the assignment in instead?" 

"Yes, please," you begged, handing him a booklet. 

He walked to the front of the classroom and gave the teacher the assignment papers. He walked back and sat down next to you. 

"All done," he smiled. 

"Now, we just need to wait for our grades," you told him. 

"Don't worry, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie reassured. 

The next day, you were biting your finger nails nervously. 

"What if we get a bad grade?" you whispered to Douxie, eyeing the teacher as they handed everyone their assignments back. 

"As I said, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie repeated. 

You nodded as the teacher smiled at the two of you and handed you the paper. 

"Good job you two. You make a good pair!" they commented. 

The teacher walked off while you and Douxie were blushing like crazy. 

You looked down at the grade you had gotten to see... 

An ‘A’! 

"Yes!" the two of you cheered. 

You gave each other a high five and unexpectedly Douxie hugged you. You obviously hugged back, just before you heard the whole class saying "Aww~". You both pulled away to see everyone had their phones out, taking photos. 

"So, I guess you guys are a couple, right?" y/bff asked, walking up to you. 

"I... uhh..." you stammered, unsure what to say. 

Suddenly, the bell rang for next class, saving you from answering her question. 

You walked out of class, only to be pulled aside, your back against a wall. You looked up to see that Douxie had put his hands both placed next to your face. 

"Douxie, what are you doing?" you asked. 

"Y/n, do you like me?" Douxie asked. 

"Umm...  uh... I..." you hesitated. 

"Cause I sure like you," Douxie smiled, leaning in. 

His eyes started to flutter close as did yours. Then your lips met. You smiled as Douxie interlocked your warm fingers with his cold ones. Soon, you both pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching. 

"Actually, I love you, y/n l/n," Douxie confessed. 

"I love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan," you said. 

You kept staring into each other's eyes for who knows how long. 

"So... uh... are we, like, a thing now?" you inquired, breaking the silence. 

"I guess we are," Douxie nodded. 

"Uhh, Douxie, I need to get to my next class. So can I go?" you asked. 

"Oh yeah," Douxie said, moving aside, letting you pass. "I'll see you at lunch!" 

"'Kay!" you called and continued to walk. 

A few weeks later~ 

You and Douxie had been exchanging glances whenever you two got the chance. In class, the cafeteria, bike racks, lockers, streets, shops, the list goes on. 

Whenever you two were ever alone, Douxie would take the opportunity to give you a kiss. If not a proper one than just a peck. 

Douxie would always sent you at least 5 cheesy pick up lines a day. They were funny and sweet. 

He had taken you out on dates every weekend. The movies, picnics, dinner, lunch, you name it. 

You had to admit, your friends were right. The chemistry assignment did make chemistry between the two of you. And you were glad. 

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[babygirlgalitzine]

i’d love you to love me (ao3)

it starts out with a pact. neither of them will date, until they can both find people to date. except, they don't expect to be honouring that years later, and when jay starts to fall in love with lola, he realises that it's time for ben to date someone too. in the most chaotic way possible.

or, a vague 10 things i hate about you au.

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It’s a miserable day. The sky is an unrelentingly dark grey shade, cascading for miles and miles with no end in sight. The rain has been pouring down all day, and the wind mixes with it, causing the rain to hit against windows, creating a rattling sound all over. It’s that horrible misty spray that means Ben can’t even see that far in front of him, though he knows his way around Walford that well now that he really doesn’t have to look to see where he’s going. Jay’s walking out in front of him, a breaking leather ball at his feet, scraping along the wet pavement with an awful sounding scratch.

“It’s freezing!” Ben shouts over the rain, and he watches in awe somewhat, as raindrops fall onto his eyelashes, tiny little droplets clinging on for dear life. It’s true, it is freezing. The torrential rain bounces up off of the pavement and clings to his socks, climbing up onto his grey school trousers and staining them darker and darker as time goes by. There’s not a single part of him that isn’t shivering and wet, but he and Jay have a routine now, one that happens regardless of the weather.

The school’s over bell will ring out just after three, a shrieking tinny noise, one that’s surely going to be imprinted on everyone’s brain for years to come. Ben will stand next to the doors at the side of school, and then Jay will follow moments later, catching up with him. It goes unspoken, because this routine has been going on for so long without ever changing, that they’ll walk home together, strolling into a corner shop and getting as many sweets as possible, before going to their local park and staying there until they have to go home for whatever reason.

“Oh come on!” Jay turns his entire body and starts to walk backwards, the wind blowing his hood down within seconds and he scrambles to put it back up, though it’s in vain. “Are you telling me you want to go back home already? Because I know for certain you have science homework to do, and so does your mum.”

Ben looks to the ground, watching the raindrops splashing into the puddles and breaking into even tinier pieces before falling back down again. It’s almost relaxing to watch it, or it would be, if his hands weren’t currently frozen completely numb. “My mum’s got science work to do, has she?” He asks cheekily, but he knows Jay’s right. Jay’s always right. He knows that the second he walks through his door, he’s going to have to spend the rest of the evening doing his work for tomorrow, and he couldn’t think of anything worse than that, so staying at the park in the pouring rain wins yet again.

He manages to look up in time to see Jay roll his eyes, and he kicks his ball back towards Ben as they walk in the direction of the park. “You need a new ball, mate.” Ben comments, picking it up and throwing it back at Jay. He regrets picking it up, because the ball’s been collecting that much water as Jay kicked at it all the way home that it’s sopping wet and heavy.

“I know.” Jay replies, and they turn into the park. Ben’s got nowhere to sit, his usual place on the swing is collecting a puddle of muddy water underneath so the idea of sitting there doesn’t even cross his mind. Instead, he sits on the small brick wall, resting on the very edges of his coat to try and minimise how sopping wet his trousers are going to be when he eventually stands up. He realises that it probably won’t do anything sufficiently, and he’s going to be cold and wet regardless. There’s a silence that grows between them for a moment or two, but that’s normal. Jay kicks the ball against the wall that Ben’s sitting on and they both watch as chips of the bricks start to crumble away and swirl away in a stream of a puddle that runs downhill. “What happened in science today?” Jay asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ben huffs out a laugh, more sarcastic than anything else, because he’s been waiting all day for Jay to ask him, or at least, since the class directly before lunch. “Nothing.” He says, and then he looks down the road and sees cars driving slowly, headlights on full beam.

Jay nods slowly. “Right. So you’ve spent all day in a mood, for nothing? Makes a whole lot of sense that does, Ben.” He pauses. “I’m your brother. You’re supposed to tell me everything.”

Brother. It’s such a simple word. Of course, biologically, they aren’t brothers, but in every other sense of the word they are. They’ve been inseparable from the day they first met.

“I overheard Connor and Sarah talking.” Ben says, and he already he knows he sounds stupid for even being remotely bothered about this. “Saying that nobody would ever want to be with you, because I’m here scaring them off.”

“And you’re bothered about that?” Jay lets out a soft chuckle, resting his foot on the top of the ball. “Mate, I couldn’t care less about getting with anyone right now. Tell you what though, I wouldn’t be interested in anyone unless they wanted to be around you too. We’re a package deal, you and me.”

Ben looks up and rolls his eyes. “That supposed to be making me feel better, is it?” He laughs.

“If you were anyone else I’d be hurt by that.” Jay comments and kicks the ball a final time against the wall, so hard that Ben feels the wall shake slightly underneath him, and even more of the brick crumbles to the ground.

The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, and they’re both starting to get far too cold and hungry and wet. The grey sky does seem to be getting darker though, and that’s probably a sign for it both getting later, and the weather getting worse.

“How about we make a pact?” Jay asks, though it’s clear that he doesn’t think of the implication of his words before he speaks, if the shock on his own face is anything to go by. The wind blows down his hood once again as it whistles and swirls around them, causing ripples in the puddles.

“What pact?” Ben asks, getting to his feet and swinging his bag across his body.

Jay shrugs as he tries to think. “How about, we don’t date anyone, until we’ve both found people to date.”

It’s completely and utterly ridiculous, and they’re both well aware of that fact. But they’re also both just a few weeks away from turning sixteen years old and if they’re being completely honest, neither of them have anything better to do with their time.

There’s a silence between them for a moment as Ben tries to take in Jay’s words and then slowly but surely, he nods. “Yeah.” Ben whispers out, and he can barely hear his own voice above the deluge of rain, with heavy and harsh droplets falling around them. “Go on then.”

So that’s it. Ben agrees to the pact, and from that day on, it becomes Ben and Jay’s rule.

Neither of them would date anyone, until they both found someone to date.

It’s just that, the pact was never supposed to last as long as it has.

It’s over two years later, and Ben and Jay are still in Walford. They’re probably always going to be stuck in Walford really - they know far too many people who have tried to get out into the world, only to come back not long after. They’re both still just as inseparable, and again, that’s something that is probably never going to change. The pact is still there, it’s still something that they talk about occasionally, laughing at how ridiculous it is, and yet, it still stands, though not through a lack of trying.

Nobody has really shown Ben much interest over the last two years, besides the occasional man at a party or a club, but nothing long standing. Perhaps it’s because he still lives in Walford, around so many of the people he’s known his entire life. In such a small place, everyone knows everyone and knows everything about everyone. It’s not exactly the best place in the world to be finding a partner, even less to find a gay man.

Or it could be because of the fact that Ben's got this wall surrounding him, built up so high, guarding him and protecting him from any hurt that could possibly come his way. Probably both, really. But still, nobody has ever met Ben and shown an interest in wanting to break down his wall. Ever. The story was the same for Jay as well. Nobody ever showed an interest in him, but because everyone already knew about the pact. That was, until Lola came into his life.

They’re sitting in the Queen Vic, at a circular table right in the far corner of the room. They can see almost everyone else in the building, all at their own tables or standing against the bar, chatting away and laughing. There’s even people playing darts, walking to and from the board, doing the maths in their head. In their own little space, they’re sitting at a wobbly table of three: Ben, Jay and Lola.

It’s not unusual for the three of them to be sitting together, though it probably looks unconventional from the outside looking in, especially given the fact that Jay’s got one hand outstretched, holding onto the back of Lola’s chair protectively. Ben’s definitely more than aware that he looks like a spare part, a third wheel. He knows it too. But Lola was the one to invite him along for a few drinks, though they all know she’s got an ulterior motive. She knows about the pact now. It didn’t take long for her to find out, really. From the moment her and Jay started to get close, he told her about it, and although she laughed at first because really, it is a ridiculous pact to have, she’s now taking it upon herself to make sure the pact ends, once and for all.

Lola’s got her phone in her hand, scrolling through it with a smile on her face. She keeps looking up at Jay and nodding her head silently, looking at him expectantly and then, when he shakes his head, she continues scrolling.

“Really good conversation guys, thanks for this.” Ben jokingly states, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to The Albert after this?” Lola asks, sipping on her vodka and orange.

Ben glares at Jay, knowing that Jay’s told Lola about how he’s refusing to go in there after last time. “More than sure.” He says, draining the last of his beer. “Another?” He tries to stand up, but Lola’s too quick for him, dropping her phone onto the table harshly and reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“It was one idiot, Ben.” She says warmly. “Don’t let that ruin your experience.”

He smiles tightly, but he doesn’t want to hear it. He mutters something about going to the toilet, because he doesn’t want to hear about how his first time in a gay bar was ruined by some idiot starting a fight outside, throwing about homophobic slurs and punching anyone he could get his hands onto, including Ben. He takes his time in the bathroom, throwing some water on his face in an attempt to calm himself down, and when he feels better, he rejoins Jay and Lola.

“Sorry.” He says sincerely, sitting back down at the table.

Jay shrugs his shoulders. “It’s fine mate. But Lo’s right, you know? You’re young and you’re single. You should be doing what everyone our age does and go out. Don’t let one prick stop you from wanting to do that. You deserve to be able to go to whatever bar you want to go to.”

“I know.” Ben says, smiling. “Just give me time, yeah? And then we can all go out together.”

Lola perks up at that, because she’s been begging and pleading to go to a gay bar for months now, ever since The Albert first opened it’s doors. “I could easily set you up with someone you know?” Lola says absentmindedly. “You just give me your word, and I’ll find someone.”

Ben huffs out a laugh at that, and his eyes flicker up to Jay, just in time to catch him rolling his eyes at Ben’s reaction. “Know every gay man in the area, do ya?” He chuckles, but at least it’s a genuinely happy laugh. He likes Lola, he really does. Jay really went and found someone that fit perfectly within their dynamic, and he loves him for that, because nothing would be more awkward than Ben not liking Jay’s girlfriend, or her not liking Ben. But Ben can see that Jay really likes Lola - really likes her - and they’re so good for each other. It’s obvious to see.

“That’d be impossible.” She berates, rolling her eyes. “But I definitely know a few!”

She’s looking at Ben with those puppy dog eyes and Jay’s chuckling under his breath because he knows that Ben’s going to break any second now. “Oh my God!” She practically squeals. “We could go on double dates too!”

Ben’s eyes go wide at that, and Jay just about covers up the splutter of his pint behind a cough, but Ben sees right through him.

Lola looks at Jay, practically begging him for his help to get Ben onside. “Look Ben mate, I love you, yeah? We’re not asking you to marry the next person who walks through the door, but at least try. Just go on a few dates, find out what you like. You never know.”

Ben knows he’s being stupid. He knows that now’s the time he should probably try and go on a few dates here and there, and make an attempt at letting his wall come down and try to be happy. He knows that. It’s still scary though. Terrifying, in fact. He looks between Jay and Lola, and gives in, sighing. “Fine.” He exhales, and he barely has a chance to breathe before Lola’s practically leaping over the table to hug him half to death, squealing right in his ear.

When Lola finally peels herself off of Ben, and he rubs his face in hands, Lola speaks giddily. “I’ve got the perfect person, his name is Callum.”

This is happening.

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Someone Real - Epilogue

Summary: You had nurtured a crush on Brian Kang since high school. So, when he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family gathering, you jump at the chance and your fantasies start to come to life. However, instead of how you imagined your feelings to bloom, your new neighbour Jae shows you another path to love.

Pairing: Jae Park / Brian Kang x female reader

Genre: romance / fluff / angst / fake dating + fwb au / neighbours to lovers au

Warnings: friends with benefits mentioning, angsty moments, there’s a bit of a love-triangle. In this part, there’s a light suggestive tone.

Word count: 793

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue

“We really need to stop falling asleep here,” you groaned when you woke up to find yourself sprawled out on the couch with Jae under you again. “Even after all this time, old habits die hard.”

Jae smiled lazily, not opening his eyes. “Maybe we should just move the couch into the bedroom and the bed out here. At least then you’ll stop complaining about waking up on the couch.”

“You’re a nuisance,” you griped, sitting up only for Jae to tug you back down against his chest. “No way, Jae! I’m not even giving you five more seconds of my time.”

“It took you longer than five seconds to say that sentence.”

“You’re the one who pesters me about your sore neck and back. It’s because we keep falling asleep here.”

“Don’t blame me. You’re the one who falls asleep first, remember.”

Grumbling at his comeback, and even more so the smug smile that featured on his face, you eventually grinned. Jae, having waited for more of your bickering, peered out of one eye. “You’re smiling too. You acknowledge you can’t help but fall into my warm embrace every time.”

“Maybe a teddy bear would be a better choice after all. For one, it’s softer than you-”

Jae’s expression turned sour. “How clever.”

“Sometimes, I can be. Choosing you, however, some might say was a poor choice on my behalf.”

“Still, you chose me,” he reminded as he sat up, moving closer and kissing you softly. You melted into the embrace, kissing Jae three more times before you patted his shoulder gently.

“Time to get up.”

“Do we have to?”

“We have a wedding to attend, so yes, we have to.”

“You’re putting on the ugliest dress in your wardrobe, okay?”

Rolling your eyes, you got up and headed into the bedroom towards your clothes. “How about the most revealing?”

“Like you own something that sinful,” Jae responded with a snort, stopping in his tracks when you held up a familiar black dress. He launched into action instantly, coming over and snatching the dress out of your hands.

“No way. You wore that the day I proposed. No one else gets to see you in that dress.”

“It’s just a dress. Besides, if it makes you happy, no one will see me out of it other than you.”

“Don’t do this to me,” Jae complained, rubbing a hand down his face. “That’s it. We’re not going.”

“We can’t not go! It’s Brian’s wedding.”

“Yeah, the man who held your heart for ten years, right? Even more reason for us to skip it.”

“He came to our wedding. We owe him the same. Besides, who knew he’d end up with Lainey after years of her telling me what a jerk he was. I’m on Maid of Honour duties today.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

You smirked. “Like saying I Do to me?”

“Stop teasing,” Jae said, gathering you up in his arms and smiling down at you. “That was the second-best day of my life.”

“Second best? What was the first?”

“Managing to eat the entire menu at Taco Bell without puking.”

“It was not! Wait, you actually did that?”

Laughing, Jae shook his head and leaned down to nuzzle your nose with his. “The day you reached out for that box I was holding. That was the best day of my life.”

“Really?” He nodded. “Why?”

“Because when I saw you, I knew I was going to be ruined forever by you.”

“Hey! You said to stop teasing!”

Jae grinned. “I mean it. You ruined all my dreams and goals that didn’t have you in them.”

“Okay, maybe I like you more when you’re like this. Keep going.”

“If I keep talking, we’ll be late to Brian and Lainey’s wedding.”

Deliberating for a moment, you then grinned. “Not if we do everything together.”

“Just as we do now?”

“Just as we always will too.”

Kissing you softly, Jae then smirked at you. “Thanks for ruining my life, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better to make new goals with.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Are you up for it?”

“I bet you won’t be able to keep up,” Jae stated, and you laughed, pushing your husband towards the shower.

“It’s you I’m worried about more than my performance.”

“HEY!”

Life was strange. You still lived in the same apartment as before, you weren’t inclined to follow your marriage up with children just yet or move to suburbia like you had once dreamed of when it came to wedded bliss. Then again, that dream was with a different man than the one you now loved.

You didn’t need to dream anymore either. You preferred what you had with Jae every day.

A love that was real.

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Cowboy & Cowgirl

A/N: i hope everyone enjoys this and this was my first time writing a smut piece like this so i hope i did it justice ! 

Cordell Walker what a man he was. He was tall fit and sexy as hell. The way that cowboy had fitted his face perfectly he was such a man. The moment you saw him you thought damn it’s over for you.

There was no way you thought he would go for someone like you. Someone like him always dated the same kind of people. 

The beautiful tall and skinny people. You know the type of people who looked perfect all the time.

The ones where they tried to look tired or ugly but we all know damn well they look beautiful. 

You were always insecure about the way you looked you were tall and fat. You had freckles and you were bigger which is something you never minded. Until the media told you otherwise. 

When they came out with plus size people every one was average and hourglass shaped with barely any belly. 

But you weren’t and it’s something you liked but disliked.

 Always seeing beautiful men with beautiful women always made you second guess it. But you kept your head up high and studded with your bad ass self. 

So there you sat at the bar drinking alone after your friend ditched you for some random cowboy she saw. 

At least someone was getting some tonight you thought. But then he walked in and damn was that man fine as ever. You also thought did he get taller from the last time you saw him. 

He walked over to you flashing that beautiful smile. He sat right next you to sitting his hat on top of the bar. 

“Hey Y/N how are you doing today ? haven’t seen you around here in a while.” He said taking a swig of the beer Ger had sat down in front of him 

You couldn’t hide the blush that crept over your face. I mean can you believe he noticed that you hadn’t been in the bar for a while. You never thought he would notice you. 

“Yeah well you know i’ve been busy a lot and didn’t have the time.”  you said, giving  a little smile

Even though you were dying inside you remained cool on the outside

You two struck up a small conversation about the most random things in the world. 

He kept eyeing you up and down and you were definitely doing the same thing to him. 

After a couple of drinks the two of you were laughing and not realizing it was just about closing time. 

You two were laughing and taking about anything and everything it just felt easy with him like he saw you for you .

When Ger called last call you failed to realize how fast the night had gone. And if you weren’t crazy he looked at you kinda sad when she said that. 

He walked you out to your car after you so forcefully paid for the drinks which he said wasn’t right because a proper lady shouldn’t have to pay. You rolled your eyes. I mean that’s just so old school .

“I had a great time it was nice to catch up with you and uh thank you for the drinks.” he said to you 

“Your welcome, it was  my pleasure.” you said back. 

Then he gave you a look and then leaded down and kissed you and you kissed back. It was rough but sweet. 

Once the kiss broke you whispered in my apartment and he nodded to you.

When the two of you finally reached your apartment. That's when things finally started to get hot. 

Walker slid his hands up your shirt almost basically ripping it off. Which made you let out a moan. 

You heard him chuckle under his breath and it clearly turned him on. You took your hands and put them up his shirt and felt his abs and damn that did turn you on even more too. T

hose abs were rock hard and you melted under his touch.

He took those giant meaty hands and took your face and kissed you rough and hard. You melted under his touch. 

You kept up his pace slipping your tongue in and he intertwined his with yours. 

He pushed you back a little giving you the hint to walk back to the bedroom and you quickly got it following his lead and leading your way to the bedroom.

Once you were there he pushed you down on the bed. He locked eyes and it felt like they were burning a hole in you. 

He grabbed your legs and while still maintaining eye contact he takes his hands and slowly works his way up reaching your thighs and working his way up to your center. You could feel yourself getting wetter and more impatient. 

He takes his time savoring you enjoying every moment he had with you. You were all his and he was letting you know that. 

He took your panties in his teeth and ripped them down your leg letting the air hit you just right as you moaned at the movement. 

You tried to return the favor to him but he swatted your hand away. He was letting you have this moment to yourself. 

He slightly kissed your folds and took his tongue and started licking up and around your folds you felt your legs getting weak and a started to feel the fire burning in your belly. 

He moans under his breath. “Taste so good” he mumbled under breath. 

You started to feel weak in the knees. 

“I’m gonna cum come on baby.” you felt weak in your knees and even felt the knot in your belly getting tighter just waiting on the sweet release you desperately wanted. 

He kept going ignoring you as he countied to eat you out and the last moment he looked up at you in the eyes making eye contact 

You felt your legs shaking and the knot in your stomach coming undone as you closed your eyes and felt pleasure taking your body taking over every part of you every inch of you felt like you were on fire in a good way. 

When he came up he took his arm and wiped his mouth off quickly before kissing you hard. Which you returned the favor keeping up the pace.

Walker then moved down kissing up and down your neck and you took the opportunity to reach down and unbutton his pants that he quickly kicked off without even breaking contact. You then took his boxers and pushed them down. 

He was kissing your breast and all over and you took your hand and started pumping him up taking his large and impressive member in your hand and you felt him growing harder. 

“Ready cause damn cowboy i want you.” you breathed out to him 

“Hell yeah i’ve been waiting a good while for this.” he said 

He meant at your entrance and looked at you and you nodded yes. Once you did he slowly pushed inside of you. 

You could feel him your walls opening up for him and filling you up and it felt so good. 

He started thrusting once you got adjusted. Hard and fast just how you liked it. You kept up the pace with him. 

Both of you were pushing towards the climax and he then started to slow down a little bit. 

“I wanna savor this moment i’ve been wanting you for a while now baby girl.” he whispered in your ear. 

He slowed down and grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes and kissed you this time softly like it had meaning. 

You  couldn’t hold it much longer and neither could he. His thrust slowed down and you felt him twitch in you. 

You felt your legs give out and every part of your body wanted to scream out in pleasure.

 It was a feeling you never had before you had to close your eyes because you felt yourself get a little dizzy from the pleasure. 

He cumed in you and clopassed on top of you. He rolled over next to you in the bed. Side cuddling you.

 Taking his hands and cupping your face and kissing the top of your head. He pulled you closer to him. 

Nothing but heavy breathing took over the room but it was a nice kind of quiet. 

He just held you in his arms and it felt so nice. Like the two of you molded together and it was like you were meant for his arms. 

“I like you Y/N alot i should have told you right out i’ve seen you around the bar girl your damn beautiful and smart and funny as hell.” he told you 

And you blushed so hard and butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

“I like you too Walker your kind nice and sexy ass hell.” you told him 

He laughed a deep belly laugh 

“So why don’t you take me out on a proper date show me what you got cowboy.”

“It would be my honour, my cowgirl.”