#can someone please explain I am way to stupid to tell

[piecewithoutwork]

What do you mean that’s not normal? What do you mean that’s a sign of autism? Why yes I do have a family history of neurodivergence, how did you know? You think I have what?

[aethercoreheart]

caleb | 1:22 am

Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.

"Caleb?"

There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.

"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"

You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.

"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.

"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."

You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."

You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"

---

"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."

You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?

The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Go get him, I'll wait here."

You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.

"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."

You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"

He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.

You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."

He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.

You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"

---

It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.

Almost there!

You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.

You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."

You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.

"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."

This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.

"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."

Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.

You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.

You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."

A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."

Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.

You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.

You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.

"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."

You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.

[rose24207]

what about reader finding out that mafia lando started dating her to like investigate something related to her family but he ended up actually falling in love with her? like angst but with a fluffy ending

My everything

Summary: After discovering that Lando had only pursued you to investigate your family, your heart shatters—but as you try to walk away, his desperate pleas and undeniable love make you question if, despite everything, you can ever stop loving him.

Mafia!Lando x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

TW: Mafia Business, betrayal, lying, anything else?

A/N: FINALLYYY! I am done with my pre finals!! Well, until the end of April, where I have my finals but until then I AM A FREE WOMANN

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You had always known there was something dangerous about Lando Norris.

The way he carried himself—confident, untouchable. The way people moved out of his path without him saying a word. The way his eyes darkened whenever someone so much as looked at you the wrong way.

But you had convinced yourself that, despite the power and mystery that surrounded him, he loved you. That with you, he was just Lando, not the feared mafia leader whispered about in hushed tones.

Until tonight.

Tonight, the illusion shattered.

The moment you stepped into his study, your entire world came crashing down. Documents were spread across his desk—photos, reports, surveillance images. And in the middle of it all, your family’s name.

Your hands trembled as you picked up a folder, flipping it open to reveal pictures of your father, your brother, and—most gut-wrenching of all—you. Pages and pages detailing your family’s business, every connection, every deal. Notes scribbled in the margins in handwriting you recognized as his.

Lando had been investigating you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard footsteps approaching. You barely had time to wipe away the angry tears before Lando appeared in the doorway, his expression shifting from surprise to dread as he saw what you were holding.

"Y/N," he started, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.

"How long?" Your voice wavered, but you refused to let him see you crumble. "How long have you been lying to me?"

He took a step forward, but you moved back, clutching the folder to your chest like a shield.

"Please, just let me explain."

"Explain what?" you snapped. "That this entire relationship was built on a lie? That you were using me to get to my family?"

Lando’s jaw clenched. "It wasn’t like that—"

"Then what was it like?" you demanded, your voice rising. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that."

Silence.

And that was the most painful part—he couldn’t deny it.

You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. "God, I was so stupid. I thought—" Your voice broke. "I thought what we had was real."

"It is real."

You met his gaze then, and the anguish in his eyes almost made you believe him. Almost.

"If it was real, you would have told me the truth," you whispered. "But you didn’t. You lied to me, Lando. Every moment we spent together, every kiss, every ‘I love you’—was all of it just part of the plan?"

"At first." His voice was hoarse. "At first, yeah, it was."

You flinched like he had physically struck you.

"But then I fell in love with you." He took another step forward, desperation written all over his face. "Y/N, I swear, I never meant for it to happen. I never meant to hurt you. But somewhere along the way, you became the most important thing in my life. And when I realized that, I didn’t know how to tell you the truth without losing you."

You swallowed hard, your heart at war with your mind. His words sounded sincere, but how could you trust him now?

"You already lost me, Lando," you whispered, shoving the folder into his chest as you brushed past him.

He caught your wrist. "Please, don’t do this."

You looked at him one last time, blinking back tears. "You did this."

Then you pulled away, leaving him standing alone in the room that now felt as cold as the betrayal settling deep in your chest.

The days passed in a blur of heartbreak.

Lando called, texted, even showed up at your apartment, but you refused to see him. You needed space, needed to breathe, needed to stop feeling like your heart had been ripped from your chest.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You thought about the way he held you at night, the way he whispered promises against your skin. The way he had made you feel like the most loved person in the world.

Had it all been an act? Or had he truly fallen for you?

You didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Then one night, you heard a knock at your door. Expecting Lando, you almost didn’t open it—until you heard a voice you didn’t recognize.

"You should talk to him."

You hesitated before slowly opening the door, coming face-to-face with one of Lando’s men. His right-hand man, Max, if you remembered correctly.

"Why should I?" you asked, your tone guarded.

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because he’s not okay without you. He’s been a mess since you left. He barely eats, barely sleeps—hell, he hasn’t even been handling business properly. You changed him, Y/N. And now that you’re gone, it’s like he doesn’t know how to exist anymore."

Your heart clenched painfully. "That’s not my problem.“

"Maybe not," Max said. "But I thought you should know."

And then he left, leaving you standing there with your thoughts.

It took you another two days to gather the courage to face him.

When you finally did, you barely recognized the man in front of you.

Lando looked wrecked. His hair was messier than usual, his face unshaven, dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

"Y/N," he breathed the moment he saw you, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he blinked.

You swallowed hard. "Tell me the truth. Did you ever really love me, or was it all a lie?"

His eyes filled with something raw—something real.

"I love you," he said without hesitation. "I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you."

Your lip trembled, but you refused to cry. "Then why didn’t you tell me?"

"Because I was a coward," he admitted, stepping closer. "I was terrified of losing you. And I did anyway." His voice cracked. "And I don’t know how to fix it, Y/N. I don’t know how to make you believe me, but I swear—I swear—that loving you is the only real thing I’ve ever known."

Your walls wavered, but you still whispered, "I don’t know if I can trust you again."

Lando exhaled shakily. "Then let me prove it to you. However long it takes, whatever I have to do—just tell me there’s still a chance."

Silence stretched between you, thick with emotions neither of you knew how to navigate.

Then, finally, you whispered, "I don’t know how to stop loving you either."

A choked breath left him as he pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you might disappear. You melted against him despite yourself, breathing in the scent you had missed so much.

"I’ll never lie to you again," he murmured into your hair. "I swear it, Y/N. You’re my everything."

And maybe it would take time. Maybe the wounds wouldn’t heal overnight.

But as Lando pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, you knew one thing for certain.

Despite everything, your heart still belonged to him.

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The Parent Trap: Aussie Edition

Bang Chan x F! Reader Synopsis: Seeing your ex husband in the wild causes a lot of emotions and life changing events; especially when your daughter gets invovled. Warnings: Angst, fluff. A/N: @jessadams I am so very sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it though! Forgive any mistakes, i did proof read but I might have missed something. Thank you for sending in the request and for your patience! Comment to be added to my taglist! Xoxo💋

It wasn’t on purpose; to be honest, you and Bang Chan had a system that kept you as far apart as possible. The guys would handle pick up and drop off, this way you never had to really see each other or talk. Both of you could live your lives pretty easily without the other.

So, when Jennie brought up the idea of going to the carnival you were thrilled. Until you seen him there, standing at the concession stand grabbing food. Jennie practically runs off to her father, leaving you standing there, motionless, frozen in time, internally freaking out amidst the crowd.

Chan looks down seeing his daughter, head darting up, instantly finding yours. Your eyes meet, oh how those brown eyes drew you in every single time. He looks back down to his daughter and you can’t move; Chan can see the fear in your eyes; on your face. He offers you a smile before a woman comes up to him and kisses his cheek.

Your legs have a mind of their own as they carry you over to him to grab your daughter.

“Jennie, we need to go.”

“Good to see you, y/n,” Chan smiles awkwardly. You offer a tight-lipped smile and your eyes float over to the woman.

“Who’s this,”

“Ji-yun,” your daughter sneers. She’s arrogant, high maintenance and someone you can just tell is smooth and cunning.

“Nice to meet you.” You smile before turning to your daughter, “Jennie, let’s go,” you say as you start to drag her off, only to bump into Han and Changbin.

“Y/n!” Han yells as he embraces you tightly. You smile and hug him back.

“Hannie, Binnie!” Jennie yells as she hugs them.

“Hey, guys.”

“We didn’t know you’d be here!” Changin pipes up.

“Yeah, well Jennie begged to go to the fair so,” you shrug as you brush some hair out of her face.

“Can we go play some games?” She asks Changbin. He looks to you and you nod.

“Yeah, sure, I need to sit down for a minute anyway.” You smile politely, feeling two pairs of eyes burning holes into your back.

“I’ll join you,” Han smiles and walks with you to a bench out of sight from ‘Cruella’ and Chan.

“So, how are you? Ya know, seeing him here and all,” Han asks plainly.

“It’s a shock, I had no idea he’d be here, and with a woman but that’s good. He moved on from our divorce and it’s a good thing.

“She’s a bitch ya know,” Han says before licking his ice cream cone.

“What?” you snicker.

“She’s desperate for his money, his fame, wants to ride on his coat tails basically.” He explains. You nod in understanding, unsure of what to say.

-

“Binnie, you gotta help me! I need mom to get on that ferris wheel with dad!” she says.

“Jennie,” Changbin says as he pays the host of the bottle game. He’s given three balls and expertly knocks down all the stacked bottles.

“Changbin,” she whines. This captures his attention once he selects a pink bunny for the child to have.

“I’m serious. You know she talks to me like I’m stupid, and acts like I’m some kind of pest. They can’t get married.” She complains. Changbin has heard the stories, during the multiple drop offs to her mother’s house.

“Ok, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but how are we supposed to do this.”

“Come on, let’s find Han and mom,” she says and grabs his hand, pulling the muscle man through the crowd.

-

Jennie and Changbin come into view, both looking excited.

“Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel.”

“There’s no way I’m getting up there, Jennie, I hate heights.”

“Just stand with me in line. Please, mom!” She begs and clasps her hands together. You sigh.

“All right, but you need an adult to ride with you.”

“Han will go with me,” she smiles. The chipmunk cheeked boy looks at her, cheeks stuffed and eyes wide.

“What,” he says with a mouth full. You giggle as he looks between the three of you.

“Come on, Han it won’t be that bad.” Jennie says before she’s pulling the two of you up and out of your seats.

Changbin jogs off to find Chan.

Step one is complete.

-

You, Han and Jennie are waiting in line when Jennie acts as if she has to use the bathroom.

“Come on I seen a bathroom back here,”

“No, hold my spot, I’ll be right back.”

“You can’t go alone,” you start and Jennie grabs Han’s hand and pulls him away, almost causing him to fall. You look at the large contraption, realizing you’re next in line.

“Jennie I swear I’m not riding this stupid thing,” you mumble to yourself.

The sound of the wheel turning hits your ears, your stomach turning with it.

The last car comes around and the man motions you forward.

“Oh, no I’m not,”

“Keep the line moving!” Someone shouts behind you, causing you to whine internally. You take a shaky step forward and step into the cart, only to see Chan coming in behind you, his fiancé folding her arms with a sour look on her face.

Chan sits beside you, a small smile on his face as the bar is latched and the machine beings to move.

You grip onto his thigh, nails digging in as you close your eyes, feeling the wheel move you around.

“You’re safe,” he whispers taking your hand. You take a few shaky breaths.

“Y/n, open your eyes, it’s ok.” He says as the wheel stops. You slowly do, but your eyes quickly go wide.

“What the fuck, no no no no no no,” you say as your heart starts to beat erratically.

“Hey, woah calm down. I’m here with you.” He says kindly.

“Chan, you’re not helping.”

“Take a few deep breaths. You’re going to be ok.”

“Chan please just stop talking.” You say trying to sound nice. You hear him chuckle.

“What the hell is funny about this.”

“You don’t remember our first date, do you?” he says, more laughter following. The memories flood your mind all too vividly.

“Why the hell are you even here?”

“Binnie said Jennie wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, and I knew you didn’t like heights. Just like our first date, where we got stuck at the top of the ferris wheel… like we are now,” he motions and you open your eyes again, heart still beating erratically.

“I remember, I hated it then too.” You look over at Chan who’s looking at you, something soft and unreadable in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble, face turning pink.

“Like what?” he asks, body leaning slightly toward you.

“Like,” you sigh, “Like there’s something here,”

“What do you mean?”

“Chan, we haven’t seen each other in a long time,”

“Yeah, I know,” he frowns.

“What’s that look for?”

“Huh, what look?” he tries to play it off.

“That look you just gave me.”

“I didn’t give you any kind of look.” He brushes off, obvious overcompensation in his voice.

“Whatever, why the heck aren’t we moving.” Chan pulls out his phone, rocking the cart slightly, causing you to cling to him, faces inches from each other. Your eyes meet in a moment fueled with tension.

He opens his phone, both of you reading the text.

“Ride’s stuck, they’ll get you down as soon as they can.” Your head falls against Chan’s shoulder.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groan.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he says quietly in your ear; a protective yet hesitant arm coming around you.

“Your fiancé would be pissed,” you sign in his ear, a small giggle leaving your mouth.

“I’m not doing anything inappropriate.” He whispers as you pick up your head, your eyes meeting.

You flit your eyes down to his lips, taking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment. You notice his flit yours, and as if the world was cheering you on, you lean into one another, lips connecting in a soft kiss. The world disappears, the height, the carnival, all of it is gone, in this moment it’s just you and Bang Chan.

Your lips separate, a weighty feeling hanging over you.

“Come to my place for dinner on Saturday, Jennie can stay the night, I, I’ll make us dinner.” He whispers, voice desperate for you.

“Chan,” you mumble, unsure of your next words.

“Please,” he begs, “This whole not seeing each other thing is stupid, you’re the mother of my child, the love of,” he stops himself as the words tumble out too fast. Your breath hitches in your throat.

You open your mouth to speak, only for the ride to creak and begin moving. The two of you stare at each other the whole way down; taking a few seconds too long to get out of the cart.

“Channie!” Ji-yun’s voice calls out; breaking the two of you out of your trance. Before anything else can happen, Chan is being pulled from the cart, looking after you apologetically.

Once he disappears you see your daughter, a guilty looking Han and a Changbin standing there awkwardly.

“Jennie Bahng,” you begin as you walk toward her. She smiles nervously as the other boys say a quick goodbye and become scarce.

-

That Saturday Chris is in the kitchen making dinner when the door bell rings. He wipes his hand with the cloth and quickly makes his way to the door.

“Hey, you made it!” he smiles as Jennie hugs his waist. You smile, walking in past him.

“Smells delicious, what are you making.”

“You’re favorite,” he smiles sheepishly.

“You didn’t have to,” you begin and his hand comes up to stop you.

“I know, I wanted to.” You smile, the simple gesture warming your heart. Jennie runs off to her room, leaving you and Chan in the kitchen. You sit up on the counter, watching him cook, something about the scene taking you back to the year before your child was born. When life was simple, and all you needed was each other. Before the fame took over his life, before your business was off the ground and running. Before life became busy and a husband and a kid became too much to manage at once along with the jobs and busy schedules.

“So, how’s the wedding gown business treating you?”

“It’s wonderful, my designs are seen on bride’s worldwide if you can believe that.” You smirk proudly.

“Of course I can. I always knew you’d make it.” He smiles as he walks over to you, both arms on either side of the counter as he looks up at you.

“You always had a way with fashion and colors. The way you could see things put together before they were, it was beautiful.” He smiles fondly. You give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, his eyes soft and breathtaking all at once. Chan hangs his head before pushing himself off the counter.

The three of you eat dinner, talking about your week and making small talk.

It’s not long after dinner that Chan sends Jennie to her room for bed.

“You um, you want a drink?” he asks as he points to the wine cellar downstairs.

“I should get going, really. It’s a bit of a drive.” You try to make the excuse.

“It’s late, you should just stay,” he says quietly pulling you into him, the living room feeling small despite its larger size.

“Chan,” you whisper with a small smile playing on your lips.

“It’s late, dangerous on the roads. You can go home in the morning.” He convinces you. With a sigh you follow him down to the cellar, and you smile fondly once again at the memories.

“You remember when we got this? I flew you out to Paris to see our show, and you had to have a bottle of wine to commemorate it.”

“You wanted it just as bad as I did,” you muse.

“Touche,” he smiles with a slight chuckle. The two of you stand in comfortable silence, the moment between you resting.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles. You inhale a stuttered breath as he sets the bottle down.

“This whole thing,” he says as he approaches you, the soft lighting making the scenery feel more romantic and intimate.

“It’s,” you interrupt him.

“What we agreed on after I left. Chan we divorced because life was too much. Trying to take care of each other, our daughter and our jobs, our livelihood, it was all just too taxing. Neither of us had made it, we didn’t have the time.” You say as you feel tears well up.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he cups your cheek, watching a tear escape your eyes.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He says again and comes closer, both hands now on your face as he leans down, connecting your lips. Your hands flex, part of you knowing it’s wrong, it could never work, but part of you desire’s to give in, to let him have you. To let him make it up to you, but you know in your heart you can’t.

“Chan,” you say against his lips as he attempts to deepen the kiss.

“I should go.” You whisper.

“No, please, stay. I didn’t fight for you then, I let you walk away, I’m not doing that again.”

“Chan,” you say, a painful smile on your lips as your heart aches, the pain visible in your eyes.

“Y/n please,” he rasps. You take his left hand, pulling it up to his face, tapping the gold band.

“I need to go,” you whisper again. He looks at you like he’s lost, like he’s defeated.

“I’ll pick Jennie up in the morning.” You step aside and make your way to the steps.

“Wait, just take my room and drive home tomorrow. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, being in the same house with you,” you pause for a moment, “’s too tempting,” you say before making your way up the steps. And into your car.

-

You’re dropping Jennie off a few weekends later when Chan stops you.

“Ya know, I’m taking Jennie camping next weekend, you should come. You used to love our camping trips.”

“Oh um, I don’t know about that.”

“Mom, please,” Jennie begs.

“It’ll be just like old times,” she says and you look at Chan who’s got the same pleading eyes, but not as dramatic.

“I- yeah ok. I’ll go,” you smile as your daughter hugs your waist. She grins up at you like she’s won the lottery. You on the other hand, are a nervous wreck.

-

The ride to the camp out is silent, both you and Chan on edge, especially after Jennie insisted she get her own tent, and insisted she was old enough to sleep alone. Chan offered to let you stay in his tent, siding with his daughter saying independence was a good thing for her.

Arriving at the sight the three of you get out and hike to your camp sight right by the river.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” you say as you stare out at the water and Chan comes up behind you.

“Yeah, the view is great,” he says never taking his eyes off you. You glance at him, then down to his hand and you notice he isn’t wearing his band. You look at him inquisitively.

“When I said I wasn’t letting you walk away without a fight again, I meant it.” He whispers before turning back and walking over to your daughter.

-

That night the fire is going, the frogs are croaking and the three of you are cozied up roasting marshmallows. The silence is easy, calm, familiar. Years of your different camping trips come to mind as the night progresses, the way Jennie grew up through out each year, and how Chan decided to bring you back to the place you all were really last happy.

“I’m going to bed,” your daughter yawns.

“Goodnight,” she says and kisses both of your cheeks before turning in.

“Goodnight,” you both call back to her. You watch as she disappears into her tent.

“Another marshmallow?” he asks.

“Why here?” your voice is desperate, emotional, eyes staring at the flames.

“What?” Chan asks as he puts the marshmallow down.

“Why did you bring us here? I mean, Chan we could have gone anywhere. But here,” you sigh and rub your temple.

“We were always happiest here.” He says quietly, his own eyes staring into the firepit.

“Even if we weren’t at home, here things were ok. We just had to be together. No pressure from life or jobs. Just us.” He says as he reaches for your hand. You let him hold it, the tension between you palpable.

“What do you want from me? Another chance? How’s that gonna work with our schedules, Chan?” Your voice is irritated, not at him, but at life. It tore you apart the first time and it’s as if he doesn’t remember how painful it was; and worse you hate how bad you want it too.

“We can figure it out, you’re established now, so am I, we have more leeway with our schedules, we can make it work I know we can, we just have to try.” He assures you.

“Chan we can’t. We tried.”

“Things were different then. Just,” he sighs, “Tell me you don’t feel anything for me. Tell me not to kiss you and I won’t.” he swears. You open your mouth but no words come out.

“I’m going to bed.” You whisper before getting up and slowly walking to your shared tent.

You stop just short of the tent and look back at him.

“I never said no,” you unzip the tent. The realization hitting Bang Chan of what you said and he quickly puts out the fire, running after you into the tent.

He practically tackles you, causing you to giggle as he cups your face, looking between your eyes.

“This is ok?” he asks once more, forehead resting on yours.

“Yeah,” you whisper and his lips crash into yours. Soft moans escaping the both of you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says against your lips. Your hands tangle in his hair, the moment charged with absolute zeal and lust. The kiss turns heated, needy, desperate as tongues clash together, teeth knock into each other gently, and lips become kiss swollen. He starts to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw down to your neck, his hand going between your thighs automatically.

“Wait,” you say as your head starts to spin. Chan backs off immediately, worry etched into his face.

“What’d I do?” he asks quickly.

“Nothing, I just, I just wanna be close to you right now,” you say as you pull him down beside you. He smiles as his shoulders relax, letting the tension go.

“So about Ji-yun,” you begin as you lay beside one another.

“Who? Ji who? Never heard of her.” He smiles.

“You really broke up with her?”

Chan nods, “After seeing you, y/n, she wasn’t it. You were. You are. You’re what I want. You’re who I want to do life with. I know it’s not always going to be easy, but, I just can’t let you go.”

You smile at his words before kissing his lips again deeply.

“Then don’t.” you say as you pull away and snuggle up into him.

-

The three of you return home after the camping trip, the air of your changed relationship hard to miss. Especially with your daughter. She notices the stolen glances, the way your hands find each other on the console of the car. The way when Chan needs to shift gears your hands don’t separate. How the air in the car is no longer tense, but new; happy.

Jennie can’t help but smile, and text her uncle Han and Changbin that the plan is working.

-

Six months later, you and Chan are out for a date night. You’d been staying the night at his place almost as much as you did at your own, if not more. The three of you were really starting to look like a family put back together, and tonight Chan knew it was time.

You’re sitting at the restaurant, both of you dressed to the nines, and as you finish your meal, Chan takes your hand gazing into your eyes lovingly.

“What’s going on?” you smile. Chan takes a deep breath and moves to the floor, positioning himself on one knee.

“Y/n, it’s always been you. From the day we met I knew I would marry you, I knew I’d never love anyone else the way I love you and I haven’t. I love you more than words can say, will you marry me?” he asks gently and the sting behind your eyes signals tears.

“Oh, Channie,” you smile, “Yes!” you smile and he slips the ring on your finger. Standing up you hug him tight before both of you find yourselves kissing each other amidst the applause of the restaurant.

-

“Mom, look what I drew!” Jennie says bouncing into the living room one evening.

“Oh Jennie, it’s gorgeous! Chan! Come here!” you call out from the couch. He runs in, sweaty from his workout.

“What’s wrong!” You chuckle at his frantic voice.

“Nothing, look at this, your daughter designed her own dress.” You smile as you show him.

“Wow,” he takes the sketch in his hands, “Jennie this is amazing. Simply beautiful!”

“Do you really like it?” she asks.

“I love it, in fact I’ll show it to my team first thing Monday.” You smile and your daughter beams at you.

That Monday you show your team and they get right to work, creating the one-of-a-kind dress, specifically in your size.

“It’s beautiful,” you smile as you look at the finished product two weeks later.

“She’s going to be so surprised.” You squeal.

Later that evening you have Chan drop your daughter off at the shop.

“What’s going on?”

“I want you to be the first to see the dress I’ve picked.”

“You already picked it?” Your daughter asks sounding a little disappointed.

“I have, and trust me, you helped.” You wink at her as you are swiftly taken behind a curtain. You change into the dress before walking out and your daughter’s mouth falls open.

“That’s my- that’s my design,” she says shocked.

“It is,” you giggle as she runs to you and inspects the dress.”

“Is it what you envisioned?”

“It’s perfect, everything I wanted,” she smiles and you chuckle at her excitement.

“Think your father will like it?”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll slap him because his eyes must be crossed.” She says confidently. You let out a real laugh as you smile down at her, pride for your daughter’s creation strong in your heart.

-

The day of the wedding finally comes, you change into the dress your daughter designed, complete with a veil and walk out onto the beach, your closest friends and family in attendance. Han wipes a few tears away as he watches you walk down the aisle, Felix gives you a thumbs up and Changbin smiles happily at you. I.N and Seungmin have content looks on their faces, ones of approval and acceptance, and Hyunjin blows you a sweet kiss mouthing to you that you look beautiful.

You smile as you walk up next to Chan dressed in his suit.

“We are gathered here today to witness the union, or should I say reunifying, of y/n l/n and Christopher Bahng in holy matrimony.”

“Do you, y/n take Christopher Bahng to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I do,” you smile as you place the ring on his finger.

“Do you, Christopher Bahng take y/n l/n to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“I do,” he answers and puts the ring on your finger.

“Then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest announces and Chan dramatically dips you in front of everyone, planting a sweet devoted kiss on your lips.

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On How Aziraphale Protects and Loves Crowley

I'm just tired of all the BS I read about Aziraphale. Again. Because, no, Crowley is not the plot driver and truth holder in GO. Yes, he loves Aziraphale and his actions are lead by the love but Aziraphale is not in the story just for Crowley to love the sweet naïve angel and eventually, hopefully lead him to the right path and then get him as a trophy for all his patience and understanding. Aziraphale also loves Crowley and his own decisions and actions are driven by that. He is not just some negating force to be overcome and Crowley is not the one patiently helping him get there. That's not their story. Aziraphale is not a dumb damsel in distress who Prince Charming has to rescue from a tower where she's asleep and blind to how her family is treating her so he can whisk her away. Aziraphale is his own person with his own truth and desires and goals (and they are valid and reasonable and rational). And he is good and kind. He ALWAYS was. And those goals of his are not in opposition to Crowley even when they are sometimes different to what Crowley wants. He does not need to be changed so Crowley gets what he wants. One is not a BAD and the other a GOOD character. Not in the least. I thought it was blatantly obvious by making them a literal demon and a literal angel. Sure, I love all the HCs about Crowley, but not if they are made at the expense of Aziraphale and unfortunately, they often are. If you care about Aziraphale, perhaps stop sometimes and consider, am I implying something about Aziraphale here that I did not intend? It's Crowley who teaches Aziraphale... it's Crowley who shows Aziraphale... it's Crowley who understands and is waiting for Aziraphale to see... why?? Why keep describing their beautiful relationship in this one sided way? Why so many find fault in Aziraphale in comparison, in opposition to something Crowley does or says or wants or is assumed to think? Please consider how these takes belittle Aziraphale and his person just like Heaven always belittled him; treating him as stupid, clueless and just waiting to be lead down the correct path and how much this would hurt him, HURT CROWLEY and humans that love him and identify with him. If you like Good Omens, try to rewatch it and look at Aziraphale, assume he is smart and good and brave and courageous and in love with Crowley and consider why he is doing what he's doing and saying. Consider how he is doing his very best in an extremely shitty situation. For a LONG time. So here's my rant today on why Aziraphale does what he does.

Let's start in Before the Beginning

Can't count how many times I saw people be angry with Aziraphale for telling Crowley about Earth and the plan to destroy everything about 6000 years after that particular project gets started. It's the reason Crowley fell apparently, it's the reason he's depressed, how could Aziraphale do that, why is he so mean... (not to mention that Crowley apparently also created the whole Universe basically by himself and the giddy sweet angel is also one of the highest Archangels too) I don't know what you wanted Aziraphale to do? Keep quiet so Crowley finds out from someone else? Has the kind of outburst he had in front of others? I think (and I bet Crowley'd agree) that Aziraphale was the best thing that could have happened to him at that moment. The anxious angel was kind and tried to explain and warn him to be careful. Did it work? We don't know. We don't know why Crowley fell. But if he did keep asking questions that were not welcome, that is certainly not Aziraphale's fault.

Do I really need to point out how upset Aziraphale is about the Flood? How he carefully words his statements, hoping Crowley will not do something rash, try something that will get him into trouble? This is not the first war or disaster they experienced. And far from the last. Do you really think Aziraphale didn't care about the kids? After being on Earth since the first kid ever was conceived? Did you miss how they say they can't disobey? (Crowley does not say it in the show, but he does in the book)

Why are people angry at Aziraphale for this? It's one step over - do you come here often? I think so anyway. He was just trying to be friendly to Crowley who was in a foul mood. It was not Aziraphale's fault and anyway, his awkward pick up line or whatever it was, did end up amusing Crowley when the angel tried to tempt him and he did manage to lift Crowley's mood. "Still in sales then?" Is absolutely the kind of stupid question I'd ask at an office party the cool person I wanted to be friends with, knowing full well they are in sales for the past 5 years (and therefore far less awkward than I am).

And perhaps that was the moment that seeded the idea of the Arrangement for Crowley. If the angel can tempt just as well as he can, perhaps they can trade jobs sometimes.

Do you think Aziraphale's fear is unfounded? (And do you see how he can't help but grin that someone sees them as a couple and how unbothered Crowley is by Aziraphale doing his protecting words thing?)

It's SAFEST to deny their friendship out loud.

Heaven WOULD try to hurt them over their friendship/ PARTNERSHIP. He always knew they would.

And so would Hell.

Six thousand years people say, 6000 years Crowley waited and it's too fast for Aziraphale? I MEAN REALLY

The poor heartbroken angel who just had to hand a LETHAL weapon to his beloved and will never forgive himself for this. Especially if something bad would happen. Can you imagine the weight on his heart?

Remember?

This is not an HC. This is how Crowley feels.

(Yes I know people HC that he does not care, that he wanted to Fall, that he chose to Fall, that he Fell doing something he believed in - but those are HCs, what Crowley says is that he didn't mean to Fall, that he hang out with the wrong guys, he tries to talk to God just like Aziraphale does and he does it by himself, he's not pretending for someone, it doesn't seem to be an act. And given the Angel!Crowley we know, that all seems plausible, although S3 might prove me wrong, who knows)

Have you ever been hurt by someone you love? By someone you know loves you? Someone who at the moment wants a different thing than what you do? Doesn't see what you want your way? What did you tell them at the height of an argument? Did you pick the worst thing you know they hate about themselves that would hurt them and throw it in their face? Did Aziraphale shout fine! Go! Damned, unforgiven, forever lost creature! No. He did not.

If that's not an expression of I will love you no matter what than I don't know what is. Well maybe this

You know what Crowley never got from Heaven (nor Hell)?

The feeling of being needed.

Why is understanding your partner and doing things they like a bad thing? Why is Aziraphale stating this a BAD thing? Why is he blamed for doing something they both enjoy? Do you think Crowley doesn't know that he's in love with a powerful ageless being bigger than we can imagine?

How else does Aziraphale protect Crowley?

Maybe the Ball wasn't strictly for Maggie and Nina. Maybe it wasn't just a chance to dance with his beloved. Maybe it was also a way to make sure his demon stays close by after the threats by Shax.

And do you remember that time Aziraphale stopped two thugs in a foggy cemetery to borrow a phone to check on Crowley when he was reminded of how he was taken from him some 200 years prior?

And what about this?

And you know what else does Aziraphale do for Crowley?

Trusts him

Teases him

Makes him laugh

Goes back to his abusers to protect him

And looks at him like this:

I run out of the 30 allowed images

[lidiasloca]

what do you think about reader and nyx being bffs and her having a huge crush on azriel , like nyx and reader have been friends for almost 50 years and she still remembers the first time she saw him. At was first it was a silly girl crush but it developed to her having a fat ass crush on him fr and nyx knows this and teases her relentless, azriel overhears this and confronts her. Fluff or smut pls i cannot handle angst🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

a crush on azriel

azriel x reader

“Do you know who’s coming?” Nyx asks you, and by the way he is smirking, you sure as hell know who is coming.

You try to play it cool, though. “I have no idea.”

But he’s not fooled. He’s known you for years. And he’s known about the crush you have on Azriel. “Oh. You don’t?”

Your eyes narrow into slits, watching him as you pray he will finally let go. But of course he won’t. “Cut the game, Nyx.”

He chuckles at your flustered face. “I swear, I didn’t know he was coming,” he explains, finally more serious. “You know I would have warned you.”

“Would you?” you ask, instantly regretting the anger your tone had taken. It’s not Nyx’s fault you cannot stomach being in the presence of your crush. It was simply your fault.

“Hey,” he says lovingly, taking your hand. “We don’t have to go to the party if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t feel uncomfortable. I’m fine.”

“Liar,” he smiles.

You finally let go, letting a little smile bloom on your lips, relaxing your tense body. This was really becoming a problem — you couldn’t let the thought of Azriel alter you so much. “Shut up.”

“Well well, Ms. Head Over Heels for the Shadowsinger finally smiles,” Nyx mocks, and you seize the opportunity to elbow him playfully in the ribs. “Hey! No violence.”

“Then no teasing,” you remark with a steady voice.

“I’m my father’s son, darling. You ask me for the moon.” You have to laugh at that.

“You are stupid — that’s what you are.”

A grin spreads across his mischievous face. “I might be stupid. But do you know what else I am?”

“What?” you ask, following whatever stupid game he’s playing.

“Azriel’s nephew — sort of. Meaning, your only real chance to approach him.” His smirk is something close to evil. You are planning to elbow him again when someone rather quiet walks in.

“Did you say something? I heard my name.”

Azriel. Right in front of you. In the same room.

You look over to Nyx, but he is just as surprised. And Azriel just stands there awkwardly, waiting for a reply that never comes.

“Well,” he coughs. “The party is ready. If you don’t need anything,” he says as he turns to leave.

But your so-called friend has unfortunately recovered his chatty abilities. “Wait, Az. I have to get changed, and well, Y/N doesn’t know the place very well. Do you think you can accompany her to the living room?”

No way.

Please say no. Or yes. No, no — please say no. Just say yes, please. Say no.

“Of course.” Azriel turns to you with a friendly smile. “Y/N,” he tells you, as if asking you to follow him.

You spare Nyx a quick glance, asking, pleading, threatening him. He gives you an encouraging nod, and your legs finally start moving toward the spymaster. One step after another, trying not to trip.

“Have fun!” you hear Nyx call from his room. “And good luck!” You watch Azriel’s brows rise in confusion.

Little does he know. Tonight, you truly need luck.

next part

-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas

azriel masterlist

a/n: i loved this request sm, anon. i will for sure write a part two for it. thanku for reading, have a good day :))

[gay-dorito-dust]

wahhhh reading that hurts me 😭 could you please write a part 2 where they all find out that it was bill who possessed reader?

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Part 1 right here

‘What?’ Ford asked.

Bill cackled. ‘For someone as smart as you sixer, you sure are stupid as not to notice the obvious signs of whenever I’m possessing someone. I mean out of everyone you should know better.’

Ford clenches his jaw. All this time he had thought you had betrayed him when in actually you had been loyal to him and his family, up until he and his brother ostracised you even more then you already were for the past thirty years. He made you feel like shit, and he could tell that Stanley felt the same amount of guilt as he clenched his fists in silent anger; Ford then levels Bill with a glare. ‘You possessed y/n! My assistant!’ He roared at his once muse.

Bill only chuckles. ‘Correction!WAS your assistant Stanford! And pushed you through the portal whilst wearing the face is someone you cared for,’ Bill then gasps as he looked at the guilt ridden faces of the Pines Family and feeling the joy bubble up in his triangular body, the look of defeat and realisation was all too sweet, ‘Oh wait! Someone you once cared for before throwing them out like they were nothing to you, not once letting them the space to explain what had happened and how I tricked them into making a deal with me.’ He finished by pretending to wipe a tear from his one eye after cackling some more at the hilarity of the situation.

Humans loved to cause more problems within problems they didn’t fully handle properly as they stockpiled on top of each other, giving him the leeway to get what he wants without issue or confrontation from the pathetic family.

Possessing you during a brotherly squabble was perfect! Ford had cut all ties with him and decided to call upon his idiotic brother- as though that would’ve ever worked in any timeline- to help hide his work but when things didn’t go Ford’s way, they fought. You were trying to stop the fight and bill took advantage of that by claiming he could help you stop the fight, fat chance, he was going to make it worse and leave you to be his scapegoat! It was a brilliant plan to make up for multiple set backs thanks to Ford’s sudden realisation of his hermit tendencies, everything was out in place for the ultimate betrayal by the hands of Ford’s assistant; you!

Bill found that Tragedy was at its finest when the betrayal comes from someone you love and it did.

‘They didn’t-‘ Ford began.

‘Say anything?’ Bill interrupts, causing Ford and Stan to glare at him as the demon cackle as he got in close to their shared triangle shaped prison, staring them down with his one eye, unblinking. ‘You and your piece of shit brother over here didn’t even let them speak! Never less believe them when they were telling the truth!’ He roared, ‘and now you don’t know whether they’re even alive so that you can apologise to them!’

Mabel slams against the bars of hers and dippers prison. ‘they’re alive!’ She shouts and Bill now looks at her, amused.

‘How can you be so sure shooting star? For all you know they could be dead, cursing your grunkles names as they die with an unsatisfying end.’ Bill mocked her as she falters in her resolve, he was right, how could she be certain that you were alive when Gravity Falls was literally on fire and demons from another dimension were running amok? She couldn’t and that’s what upset her the most.

‘Because we know our great aunt/uncle better than you bill and we know they’re alive!’ Dipper pips up this time as he laid a reassuring hand on his sister’s shoulder, smiling at her as she smiled back at him in thanks for having her back. Bill looks at the twins, hating their optimism and hope that you were okay and decided to destroy this by reaching into thin air and producing a realistic illusion of your unmoving body before them.

‘Are you so sure now pine tree? They don’t look very much alive to me!’ Bill exclaims as Mabel, Dipper, Stan and Ford could only look up the body that Bill claimed was yours in disbelief and shock. This couldn’t be how it ended, could it? They still had to apologise to you after all for everything and make it up to you however you wished!

‘No, no this is some foul trick of yours bill!’ Ford screamed as he threw himself against the bars, forcing himself not to cry at the sight of your body while seething with rage and a need to avenge your supposed death. ‘You sick son of a bitch!’ Stanley joined in as he felt even more useless than ever, he felt the most guilt out of everyone as his eyes seemed to refused to move from your supposed body. You couldn’t be dead, he refused to believe such bullshit lies, you were still alive and fighting with the rest of them! He knew it, deep down in his heart he knew it to be true!

‘No.’ Mabel cried as she tried to reach out to you as Dipper held her while silently crying himself, vowing to take down bill now more than ever as he tugged his hat down to cover his eyes. You were the most encouraging person he’s ever met and now you were gone, you asked him and Mabel to trust you when contemplating to stay with Stan, and they did believe and they never regretted doing so because you were right! You were always right and yet in the end you died thinking they hated you more than anything; which wasn’t true! Far from it and now…now they can’t make it up to you, they had lost their chance.

Bill had won over the pines family once again.

[marvelstan0905]

"Trust me, you're not heavy"

Boyfriend!Kenji Sato X FEM!Chubby/Plus Size! Reader

TW : insecurities regarding weight/fluff/wholesome/stammering/picking up/angst/slightly new relationship/comparison/lewd joke at the end/not proofread yet/ mixed POV

-Hi. This is for comfort. Mostly for me,because I am on the thicker side and these are thoughts that have coursed through my mind. If you will be triggered please don't go beyond the line. I am a Female/AFAB so it will be with she/her pronouns! I'm still gonna write other scenarios with GN readers in mind! Thank you for the love and support😘

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Today was a relaxing day. A chill day from all the chaos that both me and Kenji had been going through. We were relaxing together at Kenji's house. My legs laid on his lap as I sat across from him on the couch. We were watching a movie occasionally being on our phones. Kenji put down his phone and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Hey baby?" Kenji started hesitantly as he took my hand and gently put my phone down. I hummed and smiled giving him my attention. "Can I ask why you don't let me pick you up or sit in my lap?"

I froze. I expected the question but I didn't really expect the question so soon ant so abruptly. I looked away from Kenji, clearing my throat.

"W-What do you mean, baby?" I cleared my throat and withdraw my legs from his lap hugging my knees. Kenji's eyes softened in concern as he observed your tense and almost, hiding body language.

"Well..baby we've been dating for quite a while yet you've never sat in my lap or let me pick you up. If I try to pick you up, you squirm away and stiffen up...did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" Kenji spoke sincerely as he gently took ahold of my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. His beautiful mauve turquoise eyes held concern and guilt. I felt bad.

"N-No. Of course its not you, baby. It's me, really. I..I dont even know where to start really" I breathed with a nervous laughter. I played with his soft but calloused hands. Kenji felt relieved but it still didn't exactly explain why. He wouldn't pressure his girl to talk about it but they had great communication.

"Well you know,you can tell me anything. I'd never judge you. You're the perfect specimen to me" Kenji added with conviction and genuineness. I blushed and shook my head.

"I know that, my love. You'd never judge me. It's just..I'm not exactly small, you know? I don't weigh like 40kgs and stuff like that. Plus I've never really been lifted up or put my whole weight on someone, if that makes sense? Like for trustfall exercises at school, I never got a turn or piggy back rides. Stuff like that..I know it's stupid" I rambled whiles touching my head. I tugged on my sweater sleeves. Kenji's eyes softened and hardened at the same time, he was was quite upset people treated you that way. "Even if someone did volunteer they'd be huffing and puffing or straning. So I'd prefer if you didn't get a hernia or something like that picking me up"

"Welk to start baby, fuxk those people who treated you like that. I'd like their names and Instagram handles..Number 2. It doesn't matter that you don't weigh 40kgs or whatever. That's actually unhealthy but anyways. I don't care if you're not small. Just means there's more to touch and feel on" Kenji smirked whiles groping my pudgy love handles. I giggled and pushed his hands away causing him to chuckle.

"Babe. It's not stupid at all. Trust me, I won't get a hernia or huff or puff, okay? I'm an athlete, I play a sport which requires a great deal of strength. I probably lift weights heavier than you. Even if you weighed 6000lbs I'd glad pick you up and put you in my lap and arms"Kenji assured me whiles he pulled me closer and held my hands.

"I know it's scary but please trust me. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. With all cute abundance as well. It means I get a marshmallow and extra softness to cuddle, okay?" Kenji smiled and stood up pulling us both to our feet. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Can we try it? I promise I won't drop you or strain? I'm not fragile, my love. I won't break if I pick you up. Come on your dating the Ken Sato. Believe when I say you're not heavy at all"

Kenji was convincing but I was still anxious. I really didn't want to be embarrassing or scarred for life...again. I didn't want to witness my boyfriend struggle under my weight but then again, he was right. He did lift weights far heavier than me. His half alien self did have that extra strength and power. I looked up at him and Kenji gave me the puppy eyes and the pout. I groaned and sighed, he really did look like a kicked puppy. "Please princess of mine, please. Trust me?"

"Finnnne. I'm being serious, baby. I'm trusting you. J-Just a minute, okay?" I stammered anxiously. Kenji's smiled brightened up and without a second of hesitation, his large hands wrapped around my thick thighs and picked me up without a struggle or hassle. My instant reaction was to push him away and stiffened up, but I took a deep breath. Kenji wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands laid comfortably under my thighs. I looked at him expecting a tomato face or something but he seemed..fine. Genuinely content and happy as he rocked from side to side slowly.

" Look at that..I'm not huffing or puffing. Neither am I crumbling. See ,baby trust me. You're as light as a paperclip to me. I can toss you around like a ragdoll if I wanted" Kenji shrugged with a triumphant smirk as his hands climbed up and onto my rear. I flushed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still a lot to get used to but I really liked this. It was nice."Feels good, huh? Plus you're all nice and close to me. I get to kiss you more too"

Kenji spoke softly whiles his lips peppered kisses all over my face. Small flustered giggles left my lips as I leaned into his affection.

"Guess I was too anxious. Thank you, baby. Means alot that you're patient like this. The reassurance means alot as well" I say softly whiles nuzzling my cheek against his cheek. Kenji hummed in satisfaction as well nuzzling against me as well.

"This is nothing, baby. I just wanted you close and for you to be more comfortable in your own skin. I love you so much. All of you. In and out, okay? In fact, I'd like to add to all that chubbiness. Just make you eat even more" Kenji murmured whiles kissing my cheek continously. I giggled and shook my head. We stood like this for a few minutes in a comfortable silence as we exchanged kisses and nuzzles. It was so nice and intimate. The once nervous and anxious air from before seemed to have dissipated as we cuddled in content.

"You know this means I can eat you out in the air now" Kenji murmured with his cheek restint against my head. I clicked my tongue, with a flustered gasp and gently pinched his chest. "Ow! What? Wishful thinking..you know? A little manhandling..come on you know you want to?"

"Kenji Sato!"

"Okay..Okay..I'm sorry..maybe we can try the butterfly position now-"

Thwack

"Ow!O-Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, babygirl. We can talk later hmm?"

[alastxrs]

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spencer x male!reader where reader gets injured on a case !!

love your work :)

I Can Take Care of You!

Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

Oh no! Reader got hurt on a case because he didn't wait for backup, how will Dr Spencer Reid react to his 'unofficial' boyfriend going to the hospital?

Hearing those words set alarms in his brain.

Y/N was usually careful so hearing from Hotch that the unsub had injured his 'unofficial' boyfriend had him pause.

"Will he be okay? How bad is the injury?" Penelope asked as she looked at Hotch with a worried expression on his face. "He didn't get stabbed did he?"

The BAU Section Chief shook his head. "No, he got shot in the arm so he'll be taking a leave until he's cleared to work." Hotch turned his head towards Spencer. "After the case, make sure to drop by the hospital to check on L/N."

Spencer Reid nodded as he checked his phone to see if his partner had messaged him at all before he went back to looking at the evidence they had.

He was worried but he needed to stay calm for the time being.

There was a case to finish and they needed to find out who the unsub was.

It was still unsettling knowing that the unsub had gotten Y/N who was usually careful, the unsub was probably masked when Hotch asked him if he saw the face.

He was going to find out who this unsub was.

After awhile, the team managed to finally track down the unsub which had put him to ease a little bit.

"Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?" Derek asked the other man, Spencer was surprised by that as he looked up from his phone. "I know you are worried about L/N so I'll take you over."

The brown-haired man was a little surprised at the question yet he nodded and he smiled at the slightly smaller man. "yeah- yeah, I'll take that ride."

Y/N had been texting him since he got out of surgery and was allowed to have his phone.

Derek smiled as they got back in the car. "Has he been blowing up your phone?"

"Yeah, he's been telling me how much he hates being at the hospital." Spencer answered, he got another text as he spoke. "He is letting me know what room he is in now."

The slightly smaller man chuckled while keeping his attention on the road.

"He's doing alright for someone that got shot, I would try to leave the hospital to get back on the case if I was alright."

A chuckle escaped him as he looked out the window. "Funny enough, he did start a fight with the nurses." He explained. "Said he wanted to fight the person that shot him because it's the unsubs fault that he's stuck in the hospital bed." He turned his head back to Derek. "They have to have someone watching him."

Morgan nodded. "Well, those nurses are going to get a break when you show up."

The hospital wasn't that far away and Spencer left the car once they arrived in front of the building. "I'll pick up the rest of the team to bring here when I get to the station."

Spencer made his way into the building as he looked at the nurse that was behind the counter. "Hey! Could you uh tell me where room-" he was cut off immediately.

"Finally- he's been a pain in the ass to deal with." The nurse slowly moved him with her as she took him to the room. "Please! He's your issue, call us if he does something stupid."

'What did he..' The brown-haired took a turn and there Y/N was with the shoulder sling keeping his arm across his chest.

"Spence!" Y/N smiled brightly as he pulled the taller/shorter man in for a kiss. "Did you catch the unsub?"

He had been so caught off guard by the sudden kiss. "yeah-"

The (H/C) haired man sighed in relief as he laid his head on his shoulder. "Thank goodness, I am keeping you for the rest of the day!" he hummed.

The two men weren't paying attention to the nurses that were looking through the door to see how calm their patient had gotten. "It was that easy...?" One nurse muttered to the others, another nurse wrote down something. "we just need to call this guy everytime his boyfriend is in the hospital..."

"The others...should be on their way over." The brown-haired man spoke as the two of them sat down on the bed. "Morgan said he was going to pick them up."

Y/N nodded as he used his unharmed arm to gently caress his cheek.

"Are you okay?"

The brown-haired man couldn't help himself when he chuckled. "Me? I should be asking you if you are okay!" he had a soft smile on his lips as he tilted his head. "You WERE the one that got shot."

The taller/shorter man shrugged. "I don't know, I worried I guess cause I know how you get when you think." Y/N explained. "I know you think that I am careful and that I might've found something."

"You just know what I think."

"Well, you are my boyfriend? I know how you think after years of working with you."

A blush had formed on Spencer's cheeks when he heard those words. He hadn't thought that they were official, did everyone else think so when they were together?

"I'm okay, N/N." Spencer answered as he kissed him on the cheek. "Now, what's this I'm hearing about you being an issue for the nurses?"

Y/N went onto a whole rant that he didn't cause trouble for the nurses and doctors but there wasn't a single thought that believed the other man, he was just happy to be listening to him talk about something.

He had a boyfriend...

Who wasn't actually careful.

This made him glad.

He didn't pay attention to the other members of the BAU as he listened to everyone talk, Penelope had walked in with a bouquet of flowers.

This was nice.

[gojos-fr-bae]

BET

Pairing: Bakugou x gn!reader (pls lmk if I messed something up)

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Bakugo kinds ooc idk really but pls lmk if I missed something

Word Count: 883

A/N: Tee-hee~~, didn't see this coming did ya?

(Requests open)

You were walking through the dorms looking for your boyfriend Bakugou, you two were supposed to go out and watch a movie. Walking through the halls, you heard his voice booming from Kaminari’s room, the door slightly ajar. You placed your hand on the doorknob with the intention of opening it when you heard your name being mentioned.

“So, how are things going with you and y/n huh? Someone asked, though from his voice you could tell it was probably Kirishima.

“That’s none of your fucking business stupid hair. And sparky! WHERE’S MY FUCKING MONEY! The deal was that I date them and you all pay me 1k!!” Bakugou shouted at Kaminari

“Oh come on, you’re still on that? That was so long ago?”

“A BET’S A FUCKING BET YOU IDIOT, I’M DATING Y/N AREN’T I? SO FUCKING GIVE ME MY MONEY! A BET’S A BET!”

“I was a bet?” you whispered softly, and yet still loudly enough for the three guys in the room to hear. They all looked up at you with mortified expressions.

“Fuck y/n-”Bakugou tried to speak up but you cut him off.

“Is that all I was to you?!! A FUCKING BET!?” It all made sense now. Bakugou had always so harsh to you and you always just assumed that it was his personality, but no. Of course not.

“Y/N please, hear me out-”

“No! FUCK NO!, WHY SHOULD I?! Bakugou did this past year mean nothing to you?! EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH! IT MEANS NOTHING HUH?! FUCK YOU KATSUKI BAKUGOU! FUCK YOU!””

Tears were streaming endlessly down your face as you turned around and ran to your dorm room. You could hear Bakugou running behind you but you didn’t care, slamming the door in his face.

He began to bang on your door, calling out for you but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. You ran to your bed, buried your head in your pillow and cried your guts out. You really loved him. You really, truly did.And you thought he loved you too, but it looks like you were wrong.

~

It's been a day and your phone has been blowing up with texts and missed calls from your worried friends and now ex boyfriend.

BAKUGOU

5:43 pm

Baby 

Baby please listen to me 

11:24 pm

I promise I can explain

Please just listen to me

I love you, I promise you weren't just a bet

Please Y/N, Please!

2:23 am

My love just talk to me, I can explain

Littered in between those texts were over 20 missed calls. He had filled your voicemail with begs and professions of love but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen anymore.

Just as you were shutting your phone off, you were met with frantic knocking. You were about to shout at Bakugou to go away when you were meant with the voices of his two best friends.

“ Y/N, It’s Kaminari and Kirishima, please open the door, we have something to say.” Kaminari said softly through the door.

“GO AWAY!” You shouted back, voice hoarse from all the crying.

“Y/N Please, just let us talk to you and then you can do whatever you want. We just want to fix our mistake.” 

You sighed, dragging yourself and opened the door, ready to go off on them, but were silenced by the distress on their faces. They quickly made their way into your room and you closed the door behind them.

“Please make it quick” you said in annoyance, as they began to ramble back and forth

“Ok, please just hear us out.” Kirishima started.

“So, like a while back, Bakugou had a HUGE  crush on you.”

“So we made a bet with him”

“We told him to ask and we’ll pay him” okay, now they are losing you..

“Guys wha-”

“Listen, listen, listen, we didn’t do it to embarrass you.”

“We did it because we knew he wouldn’t have the balls to ask you out otherwise.”

“But he loves you Y/N, Bakugou FUCKING loves you.”

“Things only got messed up because of the bet we made with him.”

“Right now he’s a fucking mess”

“He was crying for hours and now he’s not talking, eating…”

“He locked us out of his dorm and isn’t talking to anyone.” 

You didn’t let them finish their rant and ran to Katsuki’s drom.You started to knock but were met with silence.

“Suki, please open the door.” You heard a bunch of rustling and the door swung open violently.

Your heart broke as you looked at Bakugou. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying. 

You leapt into his hands and hugged him tight. He wrapped his hand around you and cried. He kept on muttering apologies over and over again. It was going to be okay, you two will be okay.

BONUS!!:

You two were laying in his bed as he rested his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat.

“So…you had a crush on me~~” you asked him

“If you don’t shut up right now I will fucking murder you.” he whispered, before snuggling deeper into you.”

“Sure honey, you do that.”

He was absolutely killing those two idiots.

Hiiiiiii~~ So I tried sum newww, let me know how you feel abt it. also, is it Bakugou or Bakugo because every time I pu Bakugo it auto corrects to Bakugou

© gojos-fr-bae

[nikethestatue]

Sometimes, I think that GAs are their own worst enemies when it comes to their 'theories'.

I was on Reddit and there was a discussion about how Azriel is of course so very obsessed with having a mate that he'd leave any non-mate wife/girlfriend/lover (aka Elain) the moment he gets a mate.

The OP, I believe, wasn't a GA, but of course there were plenty of GA opinions, though they tried to keep it fairly opaque. As in, Azriel would leave Elain for ANY mate.

And I genuinely think sometimes--do they hear themselves? WHO, in the world would want to read about an MMC who leaves the FMC because another woman crossed his path, mate or no mate. In what possible reality would this be something that an audience, especially a heavily female audience, would want to consume? And in what world would SJM write something like that?

Imagine some of SJM's popular, non-mated couples.

Imagine Lorcan, the dark lord, who became obsessed with a tiny, bossy human girl, for whom he went through heaven and hell and to whom he bound his whole life, suddenly meeting his Fae 'mate' and dumping Elide for said mate. Because, you know...MATE!

Imagine Chaol telling Yrene--listen honey, thanks for sucking the demon out of me and teaching me how to walk again, and then binding my walking to your power, but I have a mate now. So like, it's been grand, but byeeee!

Imagine even Tamlin, who stayed with Feyre, loved her, let's say they married and she is the Lady of Spring, Cursebreaker, and there is no Rhys. But then one day, Tamlin meets his mate, rides back to Feyre and tells her that they are over, because he is mates now with this other gal.

Which brings me back to Azriel. Azriel, who held onto a crush for 500 years, would just dump Elain, who'd presumably give up HER bond for him, so he could be with his 'mate' (let's call her, oh, I don't know, something catchy--Gwyn!) So Elain gets Made, suffers with the bond she doesn't want, gets rejected by Graysen in a most humiliating way, and then slowly, gingerly, allows herself to fall in love again. She accepts being Fae, and she is able to find someone who speaks to her soul. Let's say she forgives him his stupid 'this is a mistake' quip, she gives him her heart, then her body, and she is in love with him. And then she goes so far as to somehow break or nullify the bond with Lucien that she doesn't want. So she could be with Azriel, because she is that in love with him. And he is just as madly in love with her.

And then the bond snaps with Gwyn, and he just...turns around and dumps Elain? And this somehow becomes 'Elain's Book' and the thing that readers are gagging for? THE LOVE STORY for the ages?

Maybe I am dumb, but please, can someone explain this logic to me?

[miley1442111]

I don't even know you anymore- s.reid

a/n: this is kind of short so sorry, also it is deeply sad because i clearly love hurting my own feelings :( intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: you anniversary should be a night between you and spencer, right?

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: general angst, cheating and breaking up

It was a cold night. You were supposed to see a show but as usual, ‘something came up’. You had been working with Dr. Spencer Walter Reid for 4 years, 5 months and 3 days. You had been dating Dr. Spencer Walter Reid for 3 years, and 4 hours. It was your anniversary. You walked up the stairs to your shared apartment, ready for a night of feeling sorry for yourself and eating a sad, lonely dinner. You had sent your tickets to see ‘The Mousetrap’ to Jj, she said Will and her would go instead since Spencer had ‘something to do’. You couldn’t help but feel dejected and unimportant. Why wouldn’t he tell you what he’s doing? Why didn’t he call you back? You tried to push those thoughts out of your head as you turned the key to your apartment and walked inside. Inside,you saw Spencer and you saw Jj. Jj and Spencer were kissing. Your boyfriend was kissing someone else. Your boyfriend was kissing the woman he had a crush on for years. 

Fuck.

“Am I interrupting something?” You said, bitterness punctuating every word. You dropped the groceries on the counter as they pulled apart, Jj looking nervous and Spencer looking… upset? Is that the right way to put it? Like a child that broke something after being told not to touch it. 

“It’s not what it looks like-” Jj started. 

“Yes, yes it is. You two were kissing, and I really don’t fucking care who kissed who, I just want you to get out of my house.”

Jj starts to gather her things and Spencer stands there, looking down. 

“That includes you Spencer,” You smiled sourly as he looked up and stared at you. “Maybe you two can catch a show? I already sent you the tickets for tonight. Have fun!” 

“Please-” Spencer started, tears in his eyes. 

“No. You made your fucking bed, lay in it.” He went to touch your arm, “Don’t touch me,” You spat out, he retracted his hand.

“Just, let him explain it, please,” Jj pleaded as she left your apartment. 

You walked back to the kitchen and started putting the groceries away. “So that was what you were busy doing? Didn’t realise you thought so little of me.” 

He touched your arm to stop your movements and you stared at him. He’s crying, like you’re the one who’s hurt him. “Please,” He begged. “Just listen to me.”

You scoffed but nodded, allowing him to continue. 

“She texted me saying she was in trouble… so I went to find her. She said she’d been mugged outside the club like a block away, so I went to find her. I know now that she hadn’t been but she just asked to come back here, and ‘calm down’ so I let her. We came inside, then she started saying all this weird stuff about how me and her were ‘meant to be’ or something. I shut her down immediately and she just kissed me and then…” 

“But you didn’t stop her from kissing you,” You sighed, allowing the hurt he’s caused to be shown. 

“What? She had just kissed me-”

“Spencer I’m not stupid, your hair is ruffled, so is your shirt, and you have her lipstick on your lips. Don’t try to lie to me about this. I’m a profiler, remember?”

He looked down, ashamed. Then he wiped his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“I am too.” 

He looked up, alarmed, his hands holding your waist in place so you couldn’t move. “What?”

“Spencer, I don’t trust you. I can’t. I don’t know who you are anymore.”

His face broke, a tear falling down his cheek. “Please, I’m begging you, I love you.”

“Spencer, get your hands off me,” You sighed. “Just let me go.”

“Please. I’m begging you-”

“Spencer! Enough, just stop!” You pushed his hands off of you. “Have you not done enough?!” 

“Please-” You moved past him and went to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You lay in bed, thinking about how you’ll deal with this. You didn’t want to break up with Spencer. But you just couldn’t trust him anymore.

[xprakzif]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 • 𝐦.𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

chapter 3 to tell him

chapter two here

parings: matt x fem!reader

warnings: this series contains: smut, cheating(don’t condone), suggestive content, cursing, angst, fluff, mixed emotions

summary: after matt confessed his love for her in front of her boyfriend, she found out the ugly truth. but they both realize they’re in denial..

“what’s going on..?” kian spoke.

“kian, i- i can explain this, just-“

“nah..i came to tell you i didn’t think this was gonna work out, but i think he did it for me.” kian pushed past her and matt, exiting the apartment.

she didn’t go after him.

“i was gonna tell him..” her voice cracking a bit.

“y/n, i’m sorry-“

“please, matt, just go..” she whispered, tears of something that wasn’t sadness rolled down her face.

“no- i need to talk to you-“

“GO!” she shouted, and with that, he hesitantly left her apartment.

the apology

it was her fault. she knew it was, it was all wrong. she didn’t want kian finding out this way. she wanted to explain, she wanted to break up with him. but he did it for her.

he didn’t answer her 27 calls or 11 long text messages in the span of 8 days.

i mean who would? she lied to him, backstabbed him.

she’s been avoiding the boys again. only going to work, caring for shadow, and sleeping the rest of the days away.

back at the triplets house, emotions were mixed.

matt blew up her phone, hundreds of calls, messages begging her to talk to him and apologizing for barging in. nick was oblivious to everything. but nick wasn’t stupid.

he knew his brothers knew something he didn’t.

“you two wouldn’t happen to know why y/n hasn’t been texting me back? ‘cause if you do, you better start talking. this isn’t okay,” nick stomped down the stairs to the kitchen where matt and chris were eating.

they both knew there was tension and both knew what was going on.

“hello?! am i talking to the fucking wall? clearly you know something i don’t,”

matt felt a lump creep up his throat, his eyes burning with tears threatening to fall. his lip quivered as he held back his urge to cry.

“i don’t know..” chris almost whispered, looking away. they both had lost their appetite at nick’s interrogation.

he wasn’t having any of it. “so.. we’re okay with our best friend being m.i.a? none of you care to go check on her-“

“it’s- it’s me! she’s mad at me- i didn’t mean to do this- any of this!” matt blurted out with his fist slamming against the table. the tears finally escaped as he put his face in his palms.

chris looked to him, not shocked, just surprised at the outburst.

“what..” nick approached the two and took a seat next to matt. “tell me what happened, matt. i’m not-“ he glanced at chris, “we’re not mad at you, okay?”

he lifted his head and nodded with red cheeks and puffy eyes, “well..”

she was curled up on her couch watching a movie trying anything to distract herself from the truth she had to face eventually.

her phone began to vibrate on the end table next to her. it was finally off dnd. it was upside down, no idea who was calling. her heart throbbed as she took a deep breath, reaching to grab the device.

it was nick calling.

a little disappointed that it wasn’t kian, but also relived it wasn’t kian, she answered.

“..hello” her voice soft and almost hoarse.

“y/n! i’m so glad you answered. how you feeling?” she couldn’t tell if he was happy or.. mad?

“i’m alright..” she lied.

“interesting, well where have you been?”

“home.. listen, i’m really sorry i hav-“

“no- y/n, i know everything. and i’m a little mad at you, for one you didn’t tell me this. i could’ve helped you! you didn’t have to shut me out, and two, you really hurt my brother..”

she weeped on the line, she knew. that was the reason she’d been ignoring him, all of them.

“y/n.. i think it’s best if you come talk to me in person. i think you owe someone an apology, and it’s not me..”

“i know, nick.. i know”

later on in the night, she was asleep in her bedroom. well she was trying to atleast.

her phone lit up the room indicating another phone call. this time, it was kian.

“..he-“

“kian! i’ve been cal-“

“no, i was only with her to get to her friends! she had hella famous friends,”

“wha..” she whispered. he was talking, but not to her?

“don’t worry babe, she’s gone now.” kian spoke. is she having a nightmare?

another voice was heard after his, “great, now i finally get all your time..” it was a girl.

“WHAT!?” she yelled causing shadow to leap off the bed and scurry away. she was loud enough for kian to hear her through the accidental call.

“oh shit- hello? y/n? what the h-“

“oh don’t worry kian, i heard it all.” she hung up the phone and threw it on the bed.

she was furious. she was being used all this time. at the same time, she realized she cheated on kian, but she wasn’t using him.

grabbing her phone once again, she blocked kian and deleted his entire contact as well as any photos she had with him.

on instinct, her finger tapped nicks contact and typed a message.

i think i’m ready and i have something to tell you

“chris clean this up!”

matt was trying to eat until he spotted chris’s mess of cereal was all over the counter.

“that’s what you’re here for,”

“i’m not touching that.”

“you’re closer, just do it!” their argument was shortly interrupted by the sound of their doorbell.

“who the hell is that?” the two stared at each other in fear and confusion.

“can you guys shut up? and clean up that mess, god!” nick came down the stairs passing his brothers. they watched him go to check the door.

“we’re we expecting someone today?” matt whispered wondering if he forgot.

nicks voice could be barley heard as he opened the door, “come in, i’m really glad you came!” the sound of his feet along with another pair made their way up the stairs.

“um, let’s just go to my room to talk for a second,” he appeared behind the wall that lead up to the kitchen. behind him was y/n.

both matt and chris had similar expressions. matt felt his heart throb at the sight of her. his eyes went wide and he stopped in his tracks.

“hi..” she softly greeted with a wave. shame and embarrassment was visible, she didn’t expect them to be awake so early.

“..hi?” the boys said in unison.

“didn’t i tell you to clean that up? whatever, come on, y/n” nick pulled her up to his room, avoiding the awkward encounter.

matt and chris couldn’t even speak, just spared a glance and continued with their breakfast.

nick and y/n sat on his bed. she explained what happened the night before with her now ex kian. nick comforted her and said to forget him.

he then told her matt told them everything.

“oh..”

“we aren’t mad at you, y/n. well i’m a bit disappointed, but that’s besides the point. you should talk it out with him.”

she looked away shamefully, “i know, i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring you guys. it was just a lot to take in,”

“it’s all good, we still love you!” the two giggled and playfully smacked eachother. it felt so good to have her bestfriend back.

but one thing that hadn’t settled yet was matt. after talking to nick, he assured her it was fine if she went down to talk to him alone.

this is how she found herself standing in front of his bedroom door, taking a giant deep breath. all the boys were settled into their own bedrooms, so it was easy for them to be alone.

she gained the courage to knock softly on the door, the same door she stood in front of that night, to the same room she’d been in causing all this chaos.

there was a moment of stillness. maybe he didn’t want to be bothered. maybe he didn’t want to hear from her after all.

ready to turn on her heels, the click of the knob sounded and matt was in the door frame. the pink shirt he wore brought out his worrisome, blue eyes. he still had a bit of shock on his face, although he knew it was her, his brothers never knock.

“can we talk?”

“yea.. come in,” he whispered. she stepped into the room with a white glow from the open curtains. he shut the door behind her as she hesitated to sit on the bed. his room was always nicely kept, that’s something she liked about him.

he sat beside her waiting for her to initiate the conversation. she gulped the nerves in her throat,

“matt,” her eyes were glossy, “i- i’m really sorry, for everything.. i never wanted to hurt you, i-i was just dumb! i wasn’t aware of my own feelings, so i messed with yours, and i’m so sorry. i really don’t wanna ruin what we all have- i’m a terrible person!”

she sobbed out her speech, holding back the tears that prickled at the corner of her eyes, clumping up her mascara.

he watched her the entire time. a frown formed on his lips. “y/n.. you’re not a terrible person. what you did was wrong, but we all make mistakes okay?”

he scooted closer for comfort, “i’m sorry too. for bursting in like that, on you and..” he hated that name. he wouldn’t say it.

“we broke up. he was using me, not that it mattered anyway..”

matt felt some sense of relief, then guilt. he wish he would’ve stepped in sooner. kian would’ve never been in the picture.

“can we all just be friends again? i miss being with you..” she pleaded.

they looked into eachothers eyes. he knew there was no way he could bare being “just friends” with her. but whatever made her happy.

he faked a smile, “of course, i’d never wanna lose you.” she suddenly embraced him by the waist, his arms wrapping around the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her in as tight as possible.

this is gonna be painful.

the awkwardness

matt caught himself staring again.

she invited them to her apartment to film a video of them reacting to tiktok edits, for a change of scenery. she was feeding shadow, bent over to pour food in his bowl.

his eyes lingered for a bit too long, leaving him flustered with the view.

“hello? are you watching, matt?” nick snapped pushing the phone into his face.

“yes..”

although things were back to normal with chris and nick, her and matt still shared some tension.

everytime she came around it wasn’t like before. the conversations were shorter, the jokes weren’t vulgar, it’s like they were scared of eachother.

after the video, they sat around her bedroom. the room was filled with laughter and random noises mostly coming from chris.

her and nick were laying on the bed, matt sitting at the foot and chris laying on the carpeted floor. the bedside lamp illuminated their faces.

chris got up from the floor with a groan, “you have snacks? i’m so hungry,”

“chris, you ate 20 minutes ago..” nick mentioned the food they ordered not too long ago. he just shrugged and rolled his eyes.

“there’s stuff in the pantry, go ahead.” he wasted no time after she gave him an answer, heading out the room.

“i have to pee, brb.” nick followed chris out almost instantly, leaving her and matt alone.

there was awkward silence at first. her cat suddenly hopped on the bed and began meowing at matt, causing them to giggle.

“do you not want me on the bed, shadow?” he spoke toward the cat. “you give them a home and they end up hating you,”

all she could do was smile. the way he sat there and swatted playfully at shadow made her stomach flutter. getting lost in his blue eyes even though he wasn’t looking at her, had her in a trance.

until nick and chris barged in with the entire pantry.

“we should watch a movie!”

the accident

driving in the pouring rain, she was on her way back from work. the traffic wasn’t helping the fact that her stress levels were skyrocketing, the road rage was just a plus.

sitting in the traffic for so long, the night grew later and later. it was now 11, she got out at 9:30.

she decided to turn into a street she’d never been down before to beat the line of cars, and it worked except she didn’t know where she was.

the road was flooded, but the rain on her windshield made her blind.

there was so much going on and the car felt like it stopped moving. that’s because it did stop moving.

her car completely shut down after she drove through the pool of water, messing up her engine.

she tried pushing the gas, nothing. starting the car again, nothing.

“what?” pure panic rushed through her veins. she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know anything about cars, besides how to drive one and she was barley good at that.

she clicked on her hazards to look around, not single sign of life in sight.

she grabbed her phone to see if she could call someone, scrolling through her contacts. most of which either couldn’t drive, or were out of state.

“you’ve got to be kidding me..”

the only one left was matt.

there was the choice of calling him for help and sitting through an awkward ride with him, or being stranded waiting for a tow truck.

clicking on his contact, hesitation flooded her nerves, she pressed call. a bold choice.

a few rings went by, her heart beat being louder than the phone itself.

“y/n?” he finally spoke.

“hey- sorry to call so suddenly-“

“no, no- you’re fine. is everything alright?!” he sounded genuinely concerned.

“yes.. well no, im kinda stuck. i’m not sure where i’m at but my car won’t start-“

“wait, huh? send me your location, i’ll be on my way,” eagerly moving on the other line, he grabbed his keys, not caring that it was storming outside in just a hoodie and sweats.

“..thanks matt,”

it was a long 20 minutes. she called her insurance company which sent her a tow truck that was taking forever.

a familiar car pulled up next to hers, she knew who it was from all the beeping they did.

grabbing her valuables, she switched cars getting soaked in the process.

“jesus, y/n-“

“i know, just- don’t.” she was already annoyed from everything going wrong. he stood silent for a bit.

there came the tow truck. she signed off the car to get repaired and brought back to her apartment.

“stay at mines, it’s closer anyway.. how’d you even end up over here? it’s nowhere near your place..” matt gripped the wheel trying to navigate through the floods.

“i was just trying to beat the traffic- no, i can’t stay. shadows at home.” she reminded herself and him of the soul purpose she was rushing home. “i swear it’s like having an actual child. i love him so much though.”

till that day matt was still happy he gifted her a kitten. he loved seeing the joy that came from her talking about it. “let’s go get him- it really would be better for you to stay with me- i mean us, since you won’t have your car..”

she thought about it for a minute. knowing all the outcomes and none of them were relatively good.

“alright, i just have to grab a few things then,”

pulling into the parking spot, the rain began dying down. it was still splashing down, just not as severe. she got out, matt followed her in.

at first she was confused, thinking he would just wait in the car. but that wasn’t matt. he wouldn’t let her do anything by herself as long as he was with her.

“shadow! did you miss me baby?” they dryed their shoes on her indoor mat after she unlocked the door.

matt awkwardly stood in the living room, unsure what to do. “you can sit, you know.. i won’t be long,”

he nodded and took a seat on the couch. shadow came and sat right on his lap waiting for pets. she went to her bedroom and grabbed a tote bag to put some clothes in. it shouldn’t have been long, maybe a couple days until her car was ready.

coming back to where matt was, she stopped by the kitchen to get shadows food and bowl, adding it to the bag.

“okay, we can go- are you sure you wanna carry him? i don’t want him to run.,” pointing to matt holding shadow like a newborn baby. “wait, let me get his kennel.”

they finally got back on the road. it was now 1:23 in the morning. the rain silenced and the streets were calm. they both hummed to the songs that played from matt’s playlist. she wouldn’t know that it was inspired by her though. she just thought it was a coincidence that all her favorite songs were on there.

“chris and nick might be asleep..” matt mentioned, opening the front door quietly. the house was dark, the only light coming from the kitchen hood.

she could tell what he was indicating. ‘nick was asleep and they shouldn’t bother him’ but what he really meant was ‘i just want you to sleep in my room.’

“that’s fine..” she replied. they made it to his bedroom, closing the door so shadow wouldn’t roam the house and bother the others.

“can i.. change real quick?” she was still in her uncomfortable work attire.

he wanted to do the same, his clothes still damp from the storm. “oh- yeah, i’ll just um- turn around..”

he wasn’t expecting her to just started stripping her clothes in front of him, but he couldn’t look away. his face displaying surprise.

she noticed after taking off her top layer, being left in a bra and panties, “what..? did i do something wrong? i mean- it’s not like you haven’t seen it before,”

“no- no! you’re right, i’m- sorry, just wasn’t expecting it..” he finally turned away to change himself.

once they were both ready, they found each other in his bed. again.

an awkward distance between the two.

“goodnight..” she spoke in the dark.

“..goodnight”

the acceptance

“oh- this looks familiar, hey y/n!” chris woke the two up, once again. “i was just coming to tell matt that we ordered food- shadow!”

this time they weren’t caught.. you know.

“alright, man- i’ll be there in a second!” matt groaned, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the sunlight.

chris let shadow out the room to let nick know his bestfriend was there. this was just a great look for her.

“y/n?! what’re you doing here? not that i’m complaining!” nick shouted too loud for the early morning.

“my car broke down in the rain last night,” she scoffed, “matt came to my rescue..”

“wow, if it was one of us, he would’ve left us stranded.” nick was joking but matt felt the tension.

“yea..”

“well, me and madi are gonna go get sushi in a few, you wanna come, y/n?” nick asked.

“i hate sushi,” she replied. “it’s okay, enjoy you’re date.”

“you suck!” nick laughed and went to his room to finish getting dressed.

the remaining three ate the breakfast that was ordered and got ready for the day. there wasn’t anything particular planned since the weather wasn’t looking too good.

they decided on staying in and hanging around the house. they played a few games since nick had left, and she used his computer. the rain outside grew heavier. the sound of thunder making her jump, along with chris barging into nicks room.

“i got bored of fortnite,” laying on nicks bed. “nick said he’s stuck at madi’s ‘cause of the storm.”

“chris! since you love shadow so much, can you go feed him?” she asked from the chair. matt came in the room confused to why they weren’t playing anymore.

“what hap-“

“we got bored,” chris got up to leave the room. “cmon kitty.”

“hey,” matt started.

“hey..”

he sucked in air between his gritted teeth. the tension was stronger than ever when they were alone. he needed to break it somehow.

“god, y/n! i can’t keep doing this- what’s up between us?!” he couldn’t hold back anymore. it was so sudden. but he felt like he had to.

she turned fully in the chair, shocked at the sudden outburst. “matt-“

“no-no, you think i’m cool with just dropping everything that happened? i mean you barley talked to me about it- all you did was ‘apologize’,” his fingers making air quotes.

“are you kidding me? matt, i did apologize, i told you what happened, and YOU,” she pointed at him, now getting up from the chair, “said everything was cool! you’re the one who agreed to being friends again-“

“shit- do you really think i meant that? how could i be friends with someone like you?” he raised his voice.

both of the bodies in the room became steaming with anger, regretful words spilling out like water. thunder clapped with each sentence that came out. they were competing with the storm at this rate.

“you know what- then don’t! we don’t have to be friends! why do you think i was avoiding you?!” the yelling they were doing hadn’t caught chris’s attention, not that either of them were worried about him. they were too focused on trying to hurt each other verbally.

“good for you! i wish you never came back!”

that was her last straw, she tried to form a sentence, but her temper got the best of her. she pushed past him and slammed open the room door.

running down the stairs, not caring about any of her things. she just wanted to be away from him.

matt instantly regretted his words seeing her storm out. he waited a second, then followed behind her. they were unintentionally stomping down the stairs, causing chris to look up from pouring cat food into a small silver bowl. he was as lost as the next guy.

she opened the front door and attempted to slam it behind her, matt holding it open for himself being hit in the process.

“y/n- where are you going?!” clutching the arm that was hit.

“why do you give a fuck? you wished i never came back remember?! so let me leave!” she was being a bit dramatic, the rain soaking her clothes and hair. it was such a beautiful yet chaotic scene. the gloomy sky being brightened with the occurring lighting.

and her in front of it all, being attacked by droplets, hurt matt more.

“can’t you see? i wouldn’t be doing all of this if i didn’t-“

“didn’t what, matt? care? love me? do you even mean it?” she started to sob, the tears mixing in with the rain. “what were you even saying that night? when i was trying to break up with kian?! like are you just trying to fuck with me, matt?”

he came from under the door, entering the storm and the battle. he was face to face with her. “no! i’m not trying anything- y/n- i fucking love you! i’ve been in love with you since i met you- i just couldn’t admit it and i’ve been hating myself ever since-“

her hands grabbed his face, pulling his lips onto hers. his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her in so their bodies were touching. the kiss wasn’t like any they shared before. the feelings were mutual this time, loving and warm despite the cold rain.

in the upstairs window, chris’s jaw was to the floor. “they were just fighting..” he spoke to shadow as if he would respond. poor shadow never got his food.

the two outside were too lovestruck in the rain to notice a car pull up, dropping nick off.

“what.. the actual fuck..”

fuck it guess we both ain’t shit🤷‍♀️

yes there will be a part four (potentially the last part!!) also thanks for all the love on the previous parts mwah 😽

tag list!! @sturnobsessedwh0re @ilovechrissturniolosposts @sturnsxbitvh @sturnsxplr-25 @sturniluvr @asimp4chris @mattspearlz @annsx03 @sarosfilms @sucretwin @little-bisexual-intern @idontknowwhyimhere33

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i promised my parents i'd introduce them to my partner the next time they came around ... will you please pretend to be my girlfriend / boyfriend?  ❜ ❛  you can stop pretending, there's no one around anymore.  ❜ ❛  somewhere along the way, my fake feelings became real feelings for you.  ❜ ❛  if you want others to believe we're dating, you'll have to start acting like you at least like me.  ❜ ❛  do you think they believed we're in love?  ❜ ❛  thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend / girlfriend.  ❜ ❛  if you still need a date for tonight, i'm free.  ❜ ❛  they're looking suspicious. quick, kiss me.  ❜ ❛  give me one more stupid pet name and i'll break up with you right here, right now.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my partner so this asshole will leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  it says couples only ... let's say we're dating and we'll get in.  ❜ ❛  we don't have to kiss, do we?  ❜ ❛  no one's going to buy it unless we actually commit to the act.  ❜ ❛  i'm not comfortable with doing anything more than holding your hand.  ❜ ❛  it feels wrong to lie to everyone like that. why can't we just tell them we're just friends?  ❜ ❛  fake dating you is a lot more fun than i expected.  ❜ ❛  surprisingly, i really enjoy your company. we should do this again sometime.  ❜ ❛  my date bailed on me, can you take their place instead?  ❜ ❛  can we do this again? but maybe this time as an actual date.  ❜ ❛  relax, so far everything went well and no one is suspecting anything yet.  ❜ ❛  i don't think i can fake being in love with you anymore ... because i've fallen in love with you for real. ❜ ❛  the others are going to catch on if you keep sending me death stares.  ❜ ❛  please say you'll do it so they'll finally stop harassing me to find someone.  ❜ ❛  i heard you needed a date tonight, so here i am.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to do anything if you aren't comfortable with it.  ❜ ❛  shouldn't we go over our stories so we don't accidentally tell people two completely different versions of how we met?  ❜ ❛  wow, you almost convinced me you really meant what you were saying.  ❜ ❛  wait, this wasn't part of the act?  ❜ ❛  we're already so close, no one will suspect a thing.  ❜ ❛  okay, but won't we have to explain it when we break up?  ❜ ❛  if you really want to get out of this so bad, you'll have to be the ones to break up with me in front of our friends and family.  ❜ ❛  i couldn't have asked for a better person to be my fake girlfriend / boyfriend.  ❜ ❛  when did your feelings for me become real?  ❜ ❛  how long do we have to keep this up?  ❜ ❛  i don't like lying to people about things like that ... but if it'll make you happy i'll do it.  ❜ ❛  want to help me make my ex jealous?  ❜ ❛  i know this wasn't part of the plan but i think i've caught real feelings for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend anymore ... no one's looking anyway.  ❜ ❛  was any of it real or was it all just fake? because it didn't feel fake to me.  ❜ ❛  will you at least hold my hand?  ❜

[jaeyunluvbot]

footnote

this is part two to my series emails i can’t send

note .ᐟ OUCH OUCH OUCH

Subject: You’ll Never Read This To: (unsent)

I know you said the email thing was stupid, and I guess it is. But I have to put my feelings somewhere so I don’t tell you and ruin everything. I don’t know exactly when it happened. One moment, you were just my best friend, someone I’ve known forever, someone I felt like I could be myself around. Then, one moment, everything changed. I can’t pinpoint when or why it happened, but it did. Maybe it was the way you laugh when I tell a joke, or maybe it’s the way you have the special smile you seem to only use around me. I guess it’s always been there, and I just couldn’t see it, or I refused to. I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter, because I’ll never tell you. I’m afraid to ruin everything we have, to throw ten years of friendship down the drain over a one-sided love. I won’t ruin this, so I’m just writing it down where you’ll never see it. I hate that I’m even letting myself feel like this, but I don’t know how to stop. I don’t think I even want you to know, because even if you did return my feelings, you deserve so much more than me. I’m a mess and I can’t ask you to take that burden on, even though it hurts, I’ll try to be happy just being your friend. 

Love,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 2:13 AM)

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Subject: Please don’t make me watch you fall in love To: (unsent)

Jay,

I watched you with her today. I didn’t even notice until I saw the way you looked at her, and heard how you said her name. It’s like she was the only thing in your world, like I didn’t even exist. I guess I can’t blame you, she’s gorgeous, it’s only natural that she’d take up all your focus. You didn’t even know that the ground beneath me felt like it was slipping away. You’ve always asked for my advice, about clothes, about school, about crushes. I was always fine with that, I wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone who you knew would always be there for you. But now I’m not sure I can be ok with that. I’m trying so hard to be happy for you, but it hurts in a way I don’t know how to explain. I should’ve never let myself feel this way. It hurts so bad, but at the same time, I can’t lose you, so maybe it’s better to keep this to myself and continue supporting you as a friend. I just wish I was more than a footnote in your life.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 9:19 PM)

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Subject: Things Aren’t the Same Anymore To: (unsent)

Jay,

I hate that we’re like this right now. We’ve never gone this long without talking. I don’t even know what changed, or what happened to make you distance yourself from me. I know it’s probably not on purpose, but I can see the small things adding up, the late responses, you forcing a laugh at my jokes that used to make you crack up, the way you won’t even look at me. I see you with her a lot now, and it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. Or maybe it does, but in a different way. I’m just remembering how we went to that restaurant and the waiter asked if we were a couple. You laughed and denied it, but I was so happy that someone else saw what I saw. Why can’t you just see me how I see you? I guess you’re outgrowing me. I knew this would happen, but I thought we’d have more time. Even though we’re both changing, some things stay the same, like how I’d resign myself to a lifetime of pain if it meant keeping you near me. But I guess that’s not enough anymore. I wish I could be happy for you, you deserve every good thing in this world, I just wish it was me making you smile like that.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 12:02 AM)

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Subject: I Don’t Know How To Say This To: (unsent)

Jay, 

It’s hard to admit this, but I think I’m losing you. And it’s not even because of her, or the fact that you’ve found someone else. It’s because I’m realizing that I was never really yours to begin with. You’ve always been mine, Jay, but I was never yours. It’s like I’ve been living in this illusion, holding onto something that was never meant to happen. You’ll never see me the way I see you. I’m not the one you think of when things get hard. I’m not the one you turn to when you’re upset. And I hate that I’ve been waiting for that moment, that moment when you realize I’m the one who’s always been there for you. I keep telling myself that I should be happy for you. I should be glad that you’re happy with her. At this point, it’s like you don’t even remember I exist. The second you met her, everything changed and all of a sudden, I wasn’t important anymore. I understand why, but I would’ve never done this to you. I guess that’s where we differ, I was wholly devoted to you and ready to give you anything you needed, but you had bigger dreams. I guess sandbox love doesn’t last, and I should’ve seen this coming, nothing good lasts forever. But still, I thought I mattered to you, and I thought that maybe, just for a second, we could’ve been good together. I mean, hell, even our parents wanted us to get together. Even so, I’ve accepted that I’ve lost you, and I wish you the best with her. I hope you’re happy together and I hope I can move on, though I doubt I will.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 3:21 AM)

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Subject: I Can’t Keep Doing This To: (unsent)

Jay,

I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I think it’s time. It’s time for me to let go. I’ve accepted that love isn’t precious and that life isn’t like the movies where the childhood best friends always end up together. You’ve been avoiding me, so I guess I won’t be able to tell you in person, but I’m moving away. I got accepted into a professional program at my dream school, and I wasn’t going to go. I couldn’t bear to be away from you, but now I see that there’s no point in me staying here. It’s kind of funny, we always said we’d go to university together and move in with each other after school, but now I’m going without you. I guess in a way, this is just part of life, watching your childhood dreams fade away and be replaced with the harsh reality of the world. I know you probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, since you never seem to text me anymore, but I hope you occasionally think about me, and maybe even miss me a little. I’ve accepted that I’ll be relegated to a small role in your life, and I know you’ll go on to do wonderful things. I hope life brings you nothing but success and happiness, even if it’s without me. I want to tell you everything I’ve written in these emails, just so you finally know, but I can’t. I hope you don’t think I don’t care about you, because I do. I care too much. My reckless feelings ruined everything and I can’t continue living like this, so I’m letting you go. I’m leaving next week, so I guess I won’t see you before I go. Goodbye, Jay. I love you, even though I shouldn't.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 8:29 PM)

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Subject: Bye To: Jay

Jay,

I’ve been writing these emails for months. To myself, to you. You told me they were stupid, and you were right. I don’t know why I thought they would help. Every time I see them sitting in my drafts, I feel the same old hurt all over again. The same pain that’s been festering beneath the surface. So, I’ll send you one last email, and after this, I’ll delete all the others. I don’t want to keep holding onto them anymore. I’m in love with you, Jay. I’ve been in love with you for so long, it’s impossible to even pinpoint when it started. Maybe it was when we were kids, and I thought I would never feel anything but friendship for you. Or maybe it was when we got older, and I started seeing you in a new light. But I never admitted it, not even to myself, not until you met her. It’s been there all along, under the surface. Every laugh, every inside joke, every late-night conversation, every small moment that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us. But it wasn’t real, not the way I wanted it to be. I spent so many years wishing I could be the one for you. Wishing that one day, maybe, you’d look at me and finally see me the way I’ve always seen you. But you never did. And that’s okay. I get it now. I understand. It’s not your fault. You never promised me anything. You were never mine to begin with. And maybe that’s what hurts the most, the fact that I let myself believe, even for a little while, that there was a chance. We were never meant to be. And I’m okay with that, I have to be. But it doesn’t stop the pain from being real. I wanted to tell you all of this in person, to say goodbye face-to-face, but every time I’ve tried, you’re never around. And I’ve stopped waiting. So here I am, telling you in an email. It’s dramatic, I know. But I’ve always been a bit melodramatic, haven’t I? I’m leaving, Jay. I’m moving far away. I need to let go, finally. I’m going to chase the career I’ve put on hold for too long, the one I convinced myself wasn’t as important as being there for you. I’m going to move on. At least, I hope I will. It’s time. I don’t want to be this person anymore, the one who keeps waiting for you to turn around, the one who’s always there for you when no one else is. I can’t keep hoping that maybe one day, you’ll wake up and realize I was the one who was always by your side. I don’t want to hurt anymore. So this is it. This is goodbye. I hope you find the happiness you deserve. You deserve someone who can love you the way you need to be loved. And so do I.

Goodbye,

Y/N

(Sent at 4:33 PM)

[lilysaus]

frankly dear incorrect quotes because these losers have infected my brain

long post ahead (i got carried away and made more than i meant to lmao)

Eddie: Talk dirty to me~

Frank: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Eddie: Wha-

Frank: The economy is in shambles.

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Frank: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Eddie: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Frank, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

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Frank: Are you trying to seduce me?

Eddie: Why, are you seducible?

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Eddie: Do you want to know your gay name

Frank: My... my gay name?

Eddie: Yeah, it's your first name-

Frank: Haha. Very funny Eddie-

Eddie: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Frank: Oh- oh my god.

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Eddie: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Frank: Okay.

Eddie: And make out during the scary parts.

Frank: Th-

Frank: The scary parts.

Frank: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Eddie: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Frank: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Eddie: I said within reason, Frank. How about I murder that guy?

Frank: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Eddie: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Eddie: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Frank: You always act stupid.

Frank:

Frank: Wait...

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Frank: I fell—

Eddie: From heaven?

Frank: No, I literally fell—

Eddie: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Frank: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Eddie: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

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Frank: Eddie and I are no longer dating.

Eddie: Frank, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

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Frank: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Eddie: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Frank: But you’re always acting stupid?

Eddie: ...

Eddie: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Eddie: It was autocorrect.

Frank: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Eddie: Yes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Did it hurt when you fell-

Eddie: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Frank: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Eddie: ...

Frank: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Frank is playing hard to get.

Eddie: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Frank: Aww-

Eddie: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Goodnight to the love of my life, Eddie, and fuck the rest of y'all.

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Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.

Frank: Then get up.

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Frank: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Eddie: Oh. We're going out?

Frank: Wh...

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Eddie: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Frank: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Do you love me?

Frank: We’re literally married.

Eddie: Yeah, but as friends or—

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Hey, Frank, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Frank: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Eddie: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Frank: Can't really say I have.

Eddie: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Frank: Sorry, Eddie. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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Eddie: I’m in love with you.

Frank: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Eddie: I know.

Frank: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-