#don't have a relaxing weekend until the after the last day of classes

[moon-jellie]

Liveblogging from mandatory resume workshop!: I need to be sedated

[mimimui]

how they spend nights with you

includes: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinso, monoma

tags: gn!reader, you're in the same class as them, established relationship, fluff, i used to strictly be a bnha author (??!) and i just missed them so much

a/n: it's been over a year i think (ᵕ—ᴗ—) my writing might be ass rn but i promise i'll lock in soon!!!!!!!! i genuinely miss writing, but as soon as i entered a higher level of education, i lost all free time and couldn't continue writing. but ur fav hc writer is back!

katsuki will not stay up later than 8pm on a school day because he cares a lot about his rest, but if it's a weekend or you're on break, he'd be willing to stay up later with you.

he doesn't care much for the dorm rules, especially since you're his partner anyway, so he will definitely stay in your room past curfew. curse those who catch him in your dorm late at night. what are they going to do?

he's up for whatever you want to do, honestly. movie marathon? self-care night? cleaning your room? he'll do it all. he might jokingly complain here and there, but he's truly relaxed around you. he'll spend nights however you'd like.

everyone knows that izuku isn't one for sleeping early. your nights consist of watching him train outside the dorm building, or sitting on the floor of your room exchanging notes.

if you wanted to do something fun, he wouldn't refuse, but he'd be going back to his own room at the end of the night. not because he doesn't want to sleep with you, he just does it out of respect. your rooms' beds can only accomodate one person comfortably, and he doesn't want to disturb you!

he's more of a morning person, really. so if you'd like a jogging partner or a breakfast buddy, he's up bright and early with you.

he knew that getting into a relationship meant spending a lot of time together, but shoto hasn't received much affection before, so he wasn't quite sure where to start.

when you first suggested spending nights in either of your rooms, he didn't see any problems in it. he quickly got used to this routine, and he always expects to see you at his door after dinner time. you mostly only talk about the happenings of the day and your plans for tomorrow.

neither of you initiate sleeping together at the end of the night, but he isn't opposed to it. he's thought about it, of course, but he won't say anything until you say something first.

denki will match your energy in anything. if you want a quiet night, he'll just be by your side as you both scroll through your phones. if you want a more fun night and do something, he'll be up and at 'em as much as you are.

he is the best person to try new things with because he's just as curious as you. if you want to sneak around the kitchen to make up a new snack, he would be your little flashlight to help you out.

he definitely glows a little in the dark, so if you want to sleep with him, you have to cover him completely with a blanket. he jokes that it's because he's the light of your life, and even if that's true to you, you'd never let him know it. he might glow even brighter.

hitoshi has a hard time falling asleep, so he's grateful for your company every night. he usually asks you to come to his room, but if he feels especially awake, he'd go to your room. you mostly just watch movies together until both of you feel sleepy enough to lie down on bed.

the first time you asked to sleep in the same bed, you didn't think it'd be the last time you'd ever have to. sleeping together is a must now. you have no choice, he loves sharing a bed with you. he thinks it's a good thing to have someone warm next to him as he tries to sleep. it's comforting.

fyi, he has one pillow on his bed. just a single one. so... good luck!

neito needs to see you every night. every time, without fail, he will always end up at your door. you don't even need to do anything together, he just wants to be in the same room as you.

he won't sleep with you if you don't want to, but he's always excited when you ask him to. not because he's planning anything malicious, he's just really happy to be so close to you. to hell with the rules, he will stay in your room if it's the last thing he'll do.

he will probably get in trouble for staying in your room more than in his own, but he wouldn't care much for it. you're his partner, so it's worth getting into a little trouble.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[caramelcal]

Hi, I love your story!! I wanted to know if you can do a when theo is jealous and leave hickey to fem reader. If your not comfortable that’s fine thank you 🤭.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hiya lovely! thank you for sending a request<3

warnings: fem!reader, no house specified. jealous!theo. boyfriend!theo, playful allegations of cheating/going on dates with others. hickeys.

"Hey, y/n!" A voice called out from behind you, halting you in your movements.

It was a Friday, and you had just left your last class of the day, ready to relax over the weekend with your boyfriend, Theo. That's where you were heading right now; to his dorm.

Well, until someone called out from you.

"I'm glad I caught up with you," The voice said as you turned around, eyes catching onto Zacharias, a Hufflepuff boy in your year, and your potions partner.

"Hi, Zacharias," You gave the boy a pleasant smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You held your books in your hands in front of your chest, looking at the boy who seemed a little out of breath.

"Hi, um-" He started, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes cast away from you for a second, "I wanted to talk to you about our potions project."

You looked at him with a small smile, urging him to go on as he took a deep breath. Tons of students bustled around the two of you, loud, excited to get off to their dorms or hang out with their friends, and although you wanted nothing more than to run to Theo's dorm, you were patient with the boy in front of you.

He seemed nervous.

"Well, I was thinking we could get a headstart on our project, maybe tomorrow in the library?" He proposed, his eyes looking pretty much everywhere but your face, "I mean, I really need a good grade on this project, and I know that you like to..."

Zacharias continued, but you zoned out a little as your eyes caught on to a particular group of Slytherin boys. They all joked about, pushing each other, and just acting generally boisterous. Not a single one of them wore their robes, all claiming to be far too cool for them, their ties loosened and white sleeves rolled up.

Your eyes caught onto the familiar tall figure of your boyfriend as he laughed, his blue eyes catching onto yours as you smiled, getting a smile in return. His friends all started to notice you too, riling Theodore up as boys do when they saw the look in his eyes.

"Y/n?" A hand gently brushed against your shoulder, drawing your attention back towards Zacharias, his eyebrows slightly drawn, and a slight redness in his cheeks.

"That sounds like a good idea, Zacharias," His face brightened a little, "but I can't do tomorrow, I have plans with my boyfriend, sorry."

"Oh."

"We can start on Sunday though? How does that sound?"

A small smile makes its way back onto Zacharias' lips as he nods, "Yeah, that sounds good."

Before you can respond, however, to work out times or anything, you hear a call from behind you, "Y/n! C'mon! We don't have all day!"

Your head whips around, hearing Draco shout after you to get you to hurry up, only to realise all of the Slytherin boys are staring at you, waiting for you to come with them. With a smile, you turn back around and say your goodbyes to Zacharias, before practically skipping over to the boys.

Your eyes don't move from the tall blue-eyed boy, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you reach up and peck him on the cheek. His eyes don't quite meet yours, focusing on something behind you as his hands snake possessively around your waist, a kiss being placed on your forehead.

Then, you're whisked away to the Slytherin common room, and soon enough, Theodore's dorm. The door shuts behind your boyfriend as you place your books down on his bedside table, and he wastes little time pulling your robe away from your neck and down your shoulders, slipping it off your body.

"I missed you," You spoke quietly as you turned around in your boyfriend's hold, your hands going over his shoulders and curling into the hair on the nape of his neck.

Your head is on his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes, eyes closing at the comfort it brings you.

Theo hummed in response, pulling back a little as he picked you up with ease, placing you down on his bed as he sat beside you, facing you.

His lips soon find yours, his hand sitting around the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly on his as his thumb caresses your hair away from the side of your neck. His free hand pulls at your tie, then unbuttons the top two buttons of your shirt, moving the fabric to free the side of your neck.

Then, his lips latch onto your neck, near your jaw, and the second you feel him suck and his teeth lightly graze over the skin, you know exactly what he's trying to do.

"Theo, lower. Those marks are going to be visible above my uniform."

Yet, he doesn't stop. In fact, he seems even more eager to mark up the side of your neck when he hears those words tumble from your lips.

"Theo."

He pulled away a little, but you could still feel his soft breaths against the bare skin of your neck. You looked down at him with a quizzical look.

"Why are you doing it so high?"

He avoided the question, his hands pushing your hair back once more as his eyes cast back down to the skin of your neck, "You excited about your date with your little boyfriend?"

"I didn't realise we'd planned a date this weekend."

"I'm talking about your other boyfriend," He quipped back sarcastically, before his lips made contact with another spot on your neck, littering what you can guarantee are going to be countless dark bruises along your neck.

Your eyebrows furrow at this remark as you try to piece together what Theodore could possibly be talking about. What other plans did you even have?

"Are you talking about Zacharias? He's just helping me with our potions project," You informed your boyfriend, your hand coming up to grab at the strands of his soft hair once more.

"Tell him to leave it, I'm better at potions anyway. I'll help you," Theodore bargained, without his mouth moving away from your neck.

He wasn't wrong. Theodore was brilliant at potions, but regardless of that, it was your and Zacharias' project, not you and Theodore's.

"Wait," A subtle smirk came to your lips as you began to piece together what was happening, your hand pushing Theo away from your neck, "Are you jealous, Theo?"

You held him in such a way that he was unable to attach his lips to your neck to continue his attack, your head tilting a little as you waited for a response.

Theodore rolled his eyes in response, mumbling, "No."

"Are you sure?" You pouted a little, raising an eyebrow at the way his eyes were cast to the side, not looking you in the eyes. His hair was a little messed up, and a small pout had made its way to his lips, too. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost comically, as if he was a child in a huff.

"That puff has nothing on me," He mumbled cockily, making you laugh softly as you moved your hands from holding him back. Not skipping a beat, Theo latched his lips back onto your skin, on the opposite side now.

"Stop," You laughed a little, "Snape's going to have a heart attack if he sees these."

You had absolutely no doubt that these were going to be a pain in the ass to hide. Even with your hair down, it was going to be a real struggle. With how many Theodore had left too, you knew the chances of you being able to cover them with makeup was going to be difficult, too.

"Hope the puff does, too," Theodore mumbled almost childishly.

"Don't be jealous, Theo," You spoke softly, your hand coming up to play with his hair once more, your other hand rubbing his back, "You know I'm yours."

"You're right," Theodore responded, pulling away from the last hickey he made, then pressing a soft kiss against your neck, now littered with marks, then your jaw, then your lips. Finally pulling back, his blue eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his face as he surveys his work, then your face, "All mine."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Divus Crewel - Rich Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but there are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

[theemporium]

sugar daddy charles concerned af when he doesn’t hear from his girl but she keeps pulling all nighters for uni and she is crashing and burning so he jets over to sort her life out

listen this just happened and i don't even know what to say for myself but anyways🤠

.

“Charles—”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. That’s it, mon amour, just like that,” he cooed softly as he ran his fingers gliding up and down your thighs. “Just let go f’me.” 

“I-I can’t,” you whined, shaking your head as the tears began to well up in your eyes. It was too much. Far too much, and still a part of you craved more. “I need to—”

“You need to listen to me, amour,” he murmured against your skin, pressing light and soft kisses along the inside of your thighs. “And I’m telling you to relax.”

It wasn’t unusual for you to not answer your messages straight away. After all, Charles himself got caught up in meetings and duties, and it sometimes meant that he wouldn’t be able to reply for a few hours. He knew you were in a similar position with lectures and classes and meetings with your professors.

But it was different. 

Usually it was just a bad day here or there, but this time it had been a few days in a row and his concern was growing. You barely replied to him, and even when you did, your replies were sporadic at best. When he looked at the shared location you both had, his worry grew tenfold when he realised you hadn’t left your flat in days. But his breaking point was when he sent someone to deliver food at your door, and despite the insistent knocking, it went unanswered. 

You weren’t taking care of yourself, and he didn’t like it at all.

Charles pushed all his meetings and duties back a week. They still had a fortnight until the next race weekend and they could cope in Maranello alone without him for a while. They would have to. He called the company to have the jet waiting for him at the airport as he drove over, and he hopped on a plane straight to you. 

And when he arrived, Charles realised he was right.

You were overworking yourself. You were barely eating or sleeping or drinking enough water. You probably had more caffeine in your body than a human ever should have. You looked exhausted and he could see the toll it was starting to take on you, and yet you still insisted that you needed to study for your exams that you had in almost a month’s time. 

You weren’t taking care of yourself in the slightest, and his heart broke. You were his: his love, his equal, his partner, his to take care off. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and spoiled like you deserved to be, and instead you were working yourself to the bone and he didn’t think you even realised just how far you were pushing yourself.

So, Charles got you to relax in the only way he knew how.

Maybe it was a little manipulative to say he just wanted to hold you, that he wanted to be selfish and enjoy just laying down with you before you started studying again. But you were too tense and too tired and too overworked, and it was Charles’ job to take care of you so that’s what he did.

“Hmm, my girl wants to come again?” He questioned, his hands pawing and squeezing the fat of your thighs as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. He had you sprawled on the bed for the last forty minutes, made you come at least twice on his tongue, and he had no interest in stopping. “Say it, amour. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you gasped out as your fingers fisted the sheets, a choked out moan leaving your lips as he licked a thick strip up your soaking cunt. “Charles, I need you. Please.”

“That’s it, amour,” he groaned happily as he nuzzled his face further against you, kissing and licking and sucking until his hands were pinning you down to the mattress. “You need me, and I’m gonna take care of you like I always do, yes?”

“Yes!” You whined, your back arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with your release. “Gonna make you come one more time and then you’re gonna dress up all pretty so I can take you out for dinner. Do you understand?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, a little high-pitched and a little too dazed to say words right now.

But Charles grinned in response anyways. “My perfect girl.”

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[eclipseberrycake]

Shattered (Glisten/ T.Glisten x Reader)

AN: I love Glisten, glisten my love. As for how I do it as a student, I try to write as much as I can when I can. For example, I was in a zoom meeting for class and writing this because I find giving myself and my hands something to do while listening makes me more productive so I can knock out some requests and have them ready for when I am busy!

So I was unsure if this was if Reader was in a relationship with Glisten or not, so I tried to explore both options

Edit: y'all thought I forgot about ya today huh? Nope. Weekends just might be a Lil less post happy because it's my rest days so I play dandys world day:)

☁ So, if you aren't in a relationship with Glisten, it's a little different than if you were.

☁ You're probably pretty good friends with him regardless, so seeing him on a run without him by your side makes your stomach churn.

☁ It's a psychological mind-warp, seeing your best friend right there, so broken and desperate. Even just seeing his arms tied together breaks your heart at what could've possibly prompted it.

☁ The missing shards of his face make you sick and you slowly approach him as the others disperse. His twisted immediately notices you. eyes shining as his shoulders relax. "It's you! Stay nearby...Please."

☁ The plea makes you swallow tightly, frowning just a bit as you do as asked anyway.

☁ The thing about the clones is they're still part of the original toon. They don't feel, per se, but they know how the original toons felt and act upon that. It's like knowing what burnt food smells like and acting when you smell it.

☁ When seeing you, his twisted immediately latches onto you. He knows his original counterpart adores you inside and out, and he needs that. He needs that feeling of safety and reliance you provide.

☁ If you're on a run and not babysitting him, he literally goes out of his way to find you. He waits and waits until you notice him and only then will he begin to calm down.

☁ When you sneak off because the last machine is almost done, he immediately grows frantic, yanking at the ribbon around his arms. It's not an immediate shatter, but by the time that last machine dings, he's already panicked. He's tearing his binds to shreds before taking off, yearning to grab you once more before you can leave.

☁ The feeling you give him is addictive and he needs more of it.

☁ Alas, he crashes against the barrier of the elevator, watching you cower as you try not to look at him, which just won't do. He bangs and bangs until the elevator closes, leaving him alone once more to pick up his shattered remains.

☁ Now, if you are?

☁ First, you're hard pressed to go anywhere without Glisten, let alone on a run, but let's say by some miracle. Maybe you have a needed ability and he's injured or something. Either way-

☁ Obviously having gotten used to having Glisten nearby, it's off to go without him.

☁I know me personally? I'd be nervous af.

☁ So you're probably not as ready to run in as you would be if you weren't dating. You have to get back to him safe after all or he'd have a fit.

☁ So when you walk in and hear the familiar echo, you're stomach drops as you threaten to turn right back into the elevator. It closes so you don't get the chance before you're forced to continue on, walking with slowed and careful steps. The less noise you make the better, as it gives...it less of a chance to catch you.

☁ If it were any other twisted, it would be fine. But it was far from fine.

☁ "Thank Goodness you're here."

☁ You swallow tightly as your eyes widen, turning to see the very twisted you were hoping to avoid. Ichor tears are already welling in it's eyes as it stumbles towards you, tripping over it's own feet.

☁ It makes you stumble back as well, hands outreached as if that will stop it from descending upon you. It doesn't. It's arms, wrapped in pink ribbon, strain against the fabric as the ichor holding it's middle together bubbles.

☁ It makes you nauseous just looking at it.

☁ On the opposite end, the Twisted had never been so happy. You were here! You! Glorious, effervescent you. Oh what a glorious day! Just knowing you were nearby makes whatever organs he has pulsate happily, as if he could get butterflies in his stomach these days.

☁ He just wants to embrace you once more. Feel your warmth against him as he never lets you leave. No, he wouldn't allow it. He knows how happy you make his counterpart, he just knows you could make him the same. He just wants to feel again and he knows you're the source of it.

☁ But you look so, so scared of him. He understands the new form can be scary, his jewel, but he assures you you'll used to it. Or he tries too, but it comes out in a garbled mess as the first ichor tear drips down.

☁ There's a ding of a machine, followed by another and the noise makes his patience slice itself in half as he turns to glare at the direction the sound came from. Who were they to try and take you away? No one. They were nobody. There's a third ding which he snarls at before turning back. But you're nowhere to be found.

☁ He garbles some form of your name, whipping around again as he urges himself to move faster, looking for you. He won't lose you, he won't. The other version of him doesn't deserve you. Can't you see that?!i

☁ The forth ding rings and finally his patience snaps. He takes off, darting from room to room looking for you. There's a sound of a capsule skidding across the floor, as if someone stepped on it that makes him whip his head around.

☁ As if the ichor answered his prayers, you're struggling to stand, wincing as you limp in the direction you were originally headed. He immediately takes off towards you, even if you screech at the sight.

☁ It wasn't you're finest moment when your foot caught the capsule, sending you to the ground, but it's even worse when you realize it has seen you and is coming right at you.

☁ You scream before you can even stop it, quickly getting to your feet as you take off towards the elevator. It's much faster than you though, and catches up in no time at all. You're pretty sure it's fingers brush against your back when you hear Goob's own ability engage, his colorful fingers wrapped around your waist as you're yanked the rest of the way into the elevator.

☁ You collapse into the fluffy craft in relief at the save, even as the elevator slams and it's haunting screech rings in your ears.

☁ It's scary seeing the thing upclose, moreso when it chooses you to lock on, but with Glisten there, it seemed less so.

☁ You silently vow to never go on another run without him again.

[andrewminyardslawyer]

The Golden Raven predictions/theories/a few wishful thinking

Last time I got all of them correct so we'll see how this goes! Sorry for the length, there was a lot more detail and explanations this time around lmao I've posted some of these separately and will probably add more after my reread 🤷‍♂️

- Andrew and Neil go with Kevin to Cali. To keep up the childhood friend pretence, and Kevin can't go alone. Andrew talks to Jean about Bee, that she is trustworthy. Nothing extreme but like "talk to Bee" and nothing else but Jean understands (I actually doubt this is going to happen but I think if anyone's going to convince Jean it's okay to talk to her it would be Andrew based off of Jean's thoughts from TSC). I want Wymack there but I don't think he will be with practice already started for the year and the new foxes there. A potential Kevin and Renee combo because Jean needs support and Kevin can't go alone but Andrew and Neil need to stay with the team. Either way Kevin will have someone with him, he won't be able to travel alone

- Kevin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Talks to Jeremy more about the nest and we get more information on what Riko did to Kevin

- I hope the interview is not live or recorded, it needs to be an article and I want it to be done by Renee's mom even though I have no idea what kind of reporter she is. She would be the kindest option but I don't think we're in for a kind interview. I don't think it'll be completely disastrous though. Kevin knows what he's doing, he's going all the way to Cali specifically to support Jean, the interview is to control the rumors, I don't think it will crash and burn. The Kevin Jean conversation before/after however...

- We know Jeremy's dad is (most likely) military and military often become cops when they come back. Jeremy hides from the cops (valid. ACAB)...

- someone on the team tries joking around with Jean and does something to trigger a panic attack, like splashing him with water or something

- Jean and the Coaches post

- Jean and Shane become friends. Shane is a little chaotic (he's a goalie, comes with the territory) and gets Jean to start changing how he thinks about things, he can relax a little and have fun. My reason why I think it's Shane post

- Jean baby please seriously talk to Bee

- Jean crying. Please I need him to let it out!!!

- interesting to me that Jeremy's parents make him stay at the house during the week but he's free on the weekends and during the summer. Wondering if he was missing classes and he has to stay there so they make sure he goes

- mysterious potentially dead sibling is his stepfather's biologically?

- Thanksgiving break. Cat and Laila go to one of their families, leaving Jean and Jeremy alone at the house. Jeremy is required to attend Thanksgiving dinner and Jean is invited so he's not alone and Jeremy's step dad/grandfather wants to "get to know the new teammate"

- Annalise using the term investment for Jean seems like....a Choice. Pair that with Jeremy's meticulous tracking of money and his family restricting how much he gets, it seems like Jeremy has been irresponsible with money in the past

- Jeremy family event obligation. It was mentioned that if "If the Con-gressman needed a picture-perfect family for photo ops, the Knox family was duty-bound to dress up and smile bright for an exhausting number of cameras" (congressman is his step grandfather)

- "but there's bound to be a jerk or two once you pass four kids." Once you PASS for kids. Jeremy has more than Bryson, Annalise, and one mysterious probably dead other sibling. Potentially none dead and just cut contact? Maybe took sides with Jeremy's bio dad

- Jean's parents contact him some how but honestly I think if that's going to happen it will be in the third book. I feel like that part of the story won't really start rolling until then, like publicly.

- a scene with Jeremy talking to his therapist

- I feel like Jeremy's mom didn't marry his stepfather until recentlyish. Like the thing that "tore their family apart" was their parents divorcing after whatever went down Jeremy's freshman year. Or maybe they were divorced before that but still on speaking terms and the Event changed that.

- we find out what Jeremy's stepdad actually does. We know his step grandfather is a congressman but no information about his stepdad

- more of a personal wish but I don't want Jean to drink alcohol, like ever. I want him to learn how to work through things without it, I want him to avoid it because he doesn't want to become dependent on it, doesn't want to risk it

- Jean is average at pottery at first and that frustrates him that he isn't perfect at it immediately but it helps him learn that it's ok to not be good at everything or that slow progress is more sustainable

- depending on the timeline, Jean birthday. One of the team asks him when it is and they make a thing out of it on the day. Or no one knows but the coaches have it marked and one wishes him happy birthday during practice and the team, mainly the main trio/floozies, are like why didn't you tell us ☹️ and get him a few small things

- more Elodie conversations. The trio finds out

- find out what happen with Zane and Grayson but it's because Zane gets in touch with Jean after Grayson dies and they have some sort of discussion about it. Maybe Zane goes public and talks about it before committing suicide

- i've seen a million theories about Jeremy's backstory but none really bring his father into it and I think we need to focus on that a little bit more. Jeremy says he doesn't like people calling him by his last name, Knox, which must be his biological fathers last name because his stepdad's name is Wilshire. And he says ' "I've never been to Europe. Dad's been stationed there a couple times, but.." He shrugged and didn't bother to elaborate.' My immediate thought was military but with his mom remarrying a man whose father is a congressman makes me think Jeremy's dad might be more in that type of work than military because how else would she be in the same sphere as a congressman's son. Maybe high level military. Anyway! Jeremy doesn't want to use his father's last name either so something definitely happened with him as well. Whether it's two different things or all the same as the "scandal" Jeremy's first year. I don't really have a set theory about it but I do think he is involved in some way

[pablitogavii]

can you write any sort of fluff with gavi please. i wanna be loved. love your writing. 💜💜

Our morning routine

You cherished weekends, first because there was no morning classes but mainly because you get to wake up with Pablo. He usually leaves the apartment before you even wake up for his trainings so you don't get morning cuddles as much as you wish over the week.

He always wakes up first and would lay there watching you sleep for hours if he could...cute creep!

"Amor..time to wake up muñeca. Let't start our day off" he said dipping his arms underneath the blankets where you were curled up ignoring completely his request.

His hands were a bit cold so you whined pushing him back and going underneath the blanket which made him chuckle reaching still to pull you closer to his body heat.

"How are you cold when you always steal all the blankets???" he teases like always but not everyone has those Sevillano genes Gavira!!!

"Wakey wakey bebé...I'm not giving up until you open those cute eyes and look at me" he said and you moved closer hiding your face into his neck which made him chuckle at your cute reactions when you're sleepy.

"Five..more..minutes..porf" you said groggily and he shook his head deciding to cuddle you some more until trying to wake you again. He was playing with your hair while you laid on his chest getting even more sleepy.

"That's it! No more scratches for you princesa! Time to wake up!" he groaned and you yawned nodding your head and slowly but surely opening your eyes finally to look into his warm chocolate brown ones.

"Hm..how can you look so good this early in the morning??" you have no filter this early in the morning and he knew that chuckling at your comment while shrugging his shoulder.

"So do you..princesa mia" he said leaning in and pecking your lips as you blushed still very nervous whenever he gets physical like this.

"I look crazy! Look at my hair..god!" you said trying to tame it but Pablo grabbed your wrists pulling them back with a smirk on his face while leaning down to kiss your lips again.

"Hm..I don't mind when I messed it up for you" he said and you knew he was thinking about last night which was simply incredible..everything was just perfect <3

"Basta! Let's get up!" you said feeling a little embarrassed even though he's your boyfriend and it wasn't the first time you've 'loved' each other at night.

"So now you wanna get up, huh?" he smirked pulling you back and snuggling into you as you both giggled and enjoy some more time together in bed.

"Hm..you ready for a shower bonita?" he said after awhile and you smiled nodding your head as you both came to the bathroom taking the shower together..it was one of Pablo's favorite things to do ;)

He was currently leaving kissed all over your your wet neck while you washed his hair not caring that you kept asking him not to distract you.

"If you don't quit messing with me, we won't get anything done today!" you said and just then did his hands grab your boobs with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Pablo!" you said and he shut you up with a kiss.

"I like messing with you preciosa.." he said while you were both drying yourself and choosing clothes for the day.

"Yeah yeah..but I'm sure you want some breakfast? HUh!?" you say and he quickly nodded promising to behave if you make him your famous omlet.

"Is it ready amor?" he asked for the tenth time already and you giggled at his childish impatience.

"You're such an impatient boy, Pablito.." you said and he smirks pulling you to sit on his lap while you waited leaning in to give him a kiss hopefully making the time pass a bit quicker now.

"There! It's ready! Um..let me go, amor?" you say while he still held you tightly kissing your neck and surely adding more of his marks.

"Hm..did I tell you how grateful I am that you're in my life preciosa? I'm so lucky!!" he said relaxing his grip and you blush at his cute words. Pablo wasn't much of a talker so when he says this you know he means it and that means your heart melts.

You finished the breakfast while talking about random stuff that came to mind and he stopped you from cleaning asking you to get ready while he does it. He always makes sure you split the work whenever he's at home...que precioso es!!!

"Amor, do you want to take a walk together? It's nice outside??" he walked in suddenly freezing when he saw his girl wearing a floral dress looking absolutely breathtaking while finishing her makeup.

"Sure, I'd like that cariño...we can walk to the beach?" you say and he nods snaking his arm around your waist when you walked up to him going on your tip toes and kissing his lips sweetly.

You walked hand in hand in eace enjoying the nice weather and that you were finally together. You didn't mind even when fans stopped you to take pictures with Pablo and he always made sure you were safe and somewhere close to him.

"I have to go guys..promised my girl a walk on the beach. Gracias!" he said finishing up and grabbing your hand while everyone awed snapping photos of the two of you letting you walk in peace.

When you arrived, Pablo put the towel and you sat down looking at the water with you in between his legs and rested back against his strong chest.

"This is perfect amor...I wish we can do this every day" he said and you knew what he was thinking without his having to say anything at all in that moment.

"It's special because it's not every day...don't worry cariño, I understand you can't be here all the time but I know you love me the same" you say and he smiles that you could read his mind like this kissing the top of your head.

"Are you cold preciosa?" he asked noticing goosemups on your arms and you nodded making him immediately take off his hoody and put it over your head.

"Better?" he asked and you smiled with blushed cheeks.

"Much better, thank you.." you said looking back and he took chance to kiss your lips lovingly.

"Now that our morning routine is over, can we go back to bed???" you say teasingly and Pablo laughs out loud. He's so precious when he laughs...and it's a music to your ears!!!

"AMOR!" he said as you both continued to laugh filling the beach with happiness and laughter.

Hope you like it and enjoy it!!!❤️❤️❤️

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Pure Heroine Series Part Three - Buzzcut Season

Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but now, you're grown up. Nothing stays as it was. | Album Inspired series "Pure Heroine" by Lorde.

Warnings: Mutual Pining, friends to lovers, fluff, some typical trope angst, high school to college, making out, drinking, substance abuse, fighting, implied compulsory heterosexuality | Words: 1.024k

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Pure Heroine Collection |

-&-

The road was silent. Not the comfortable kind like the hundreds of road trips before it, when you and Wanda were kids and fell asleep in the back seat after playing on the beach all day. No, it was the kind of tense silence, almost enough to make Wanda want to get out of the car and walk all the way across the state.

You sighed softly in the seat, and Wanda gripped the steering wheel, expecting an argument to break out. Instead, more silence came. She risked a quick glance in the rearview mirror and felt her shoulders relax as she realized that you had fallen asleep.

Nobody stays angry after a good nap, her mother used to say. 

So Wanda remained quiet, the whole way back to campus she spent rehashing everything that had gone wrong the previous morning, and her guilt about the whole thing didn't let up. It was she who gradually turned all the excitement of a weekend at the beach with her best friend into anger and frustration after a whole semester of not being able to breathe properly outside of assignments and exams. 

She was the one who started acting strange from the moment you mentioned the girl who asked for your number in calculus class, who left you alone with the drinks when the bar attendant flirted with you, and who disappeared for a long moment after girls in bikinis tried to get your Instagram back at the sand. 

Wanda couldn't explain her peaks of jealousy without exposing her true feelings, and Saturday ended like your patience without an explanation.

Now you were distant and hurt, and she was considering getting out of the car.

When you woke up, the university was already in sight. Wanda didn't blame you for staying quiet when you parked, or for not trying to start any conversation on the way to the dorm, backpacks slung over your shoulders.

Wanda needed a long shower, to relax her muscles and clean the sand properly. But you threw yourself on the bed when the backpack hit the floor, and the figure with a face sunk into the mattress made her close the door to the dormitory you two had shared for the last six months and counting.

"Can we talk?" Wanda risked and waited until the silence turned into a sad laugh.

You turned your face on the bed but didn't adjust your body towards her, remaining lying down. "Are we going to talk, or are you going to shout at me again?"

“I didn't shout…”

It makes you sit up with indignation. "Yes, you did." You interrupted her, your expression serious and hurt. Wanda almost shuddered, she didn't know how to handle this look on you. When did you two ever have a serious fight in all those years of friendship? She honestly couldn't remember. "Not just today, by the way. Last week, with Darcy and Monica, you practically insulted me out of the game. I thought you were being a sore loser, and I let it slide, but now... damn it, this has been going on for a long time, Wanda." You snap. "I don't know what's going on with you. You don't seem to want to be around me anymore. I don't..." You sigh, and Wanda swallows dryly, taking a step forward.

"It's not like that." She mutters, not meeting your gaze, and you sniffle slightly, standing up.

"This is about the dorm, isn't it?" You ask, not giving her time to understand what you mean. "It happened to Steve too, when he and Bucky started sharing a room. It's just, a lot. It's different when you live with your friend, with all the other person's quirks and differences... I understand if you're tired of me. I could ask for a switch."

Wanda immediately shakes her head, confusion turning to indignation. "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't want you to move out."

But you chuckle sadly, wiping a hand across your face. "I honestly don't know what you want any more, Wanda." You retort, upset. "You're distant and mean. You can't seem to stand being around me most of the time, only to climb into my bed at night wanting to cuddle. Then you ignore me the next day. I just... It's exhausting. If you want to tell me to fuck off, give you more space, just do it. Stop this rollercoaster. It hurts me."

Wanda considers your words, unable to detach herself from the truth behind them. The way she has been treating you, and hurting you almost on purpose. That's how selfish she could be - the lack of reciprocity hurt her, and if Wanda couldn't make you feel the same, at least she could hurt you too.

And acknowledging that to herself made her sick.

You sighed at her silence and approached only to go around her and open the door. With your hand still on the doorknob, you looked at her from the shoulder.

"Tell me what you want when you're ready, Wanda." You asked gently. "We're not like Bucky and Steve. We'll make it work. We always do."

Wanda turned around, but you had already left the room.

She'd like to say that she ran after you. Or at least called. That she found you the next day, apologized and you talked for hours in your favorite place.

But she did the opposite of all that.

Wanda called people, but people who didn't get along with you. She got new clothes, new friends, new drugs. She learned how to really party, the kind that puts out anything she wants with alcohol, for as many hours as her body can take.

And every time you tried to reach her, she pushed you away until you got tired of trying.

Her father called her, wanting to find out why she was missing family lunches. He also asked about you.

Wanda lied that everything was fine and stopped answering her phone.

And every time her brain insisted on thinking about you, she found someone to drag the memory away. 

Soon, you also stopped viewing her posts.

[baby-alien11]

Procura coquetearme más

Ethan Landry (Kirsch, Bailey or I don't how what his real last name is) x mexican fem reader

warnings: no ghostface (in this universe Richie actually died in a car accident), friends to lovers

I found @katzluvs idea while looking more Ethan fics, and I instantly thought of the entire school year that I spend at quinceañeras every weekend (including mine) and I got a lot of memories

You and Ethan met during a tour of Blackmore University when both of you were still in high school, being you the one who aproached him noticing how he sent glances at you and his shy aura, let's say that for the entire tour he didn't left your side being a little scared to loose himself from the group

After that, the both of you were inseparable spending time together even knowing each others families (and even knowing what happenned with his older brother)

"So, my cousin is having her quinceañera this weekend", you said while the both of you were watching a movie in his house and eating pizza, "They told me I could bring someone, and I thought of you, what do you think?"

"I've never been in a party like that, or even a normal party", he responded a little nervous

"It doesn't matter, it will be fun, I promise, you could say it's like a family reunion"

"It sounds fun, okay", Ethan nodded making you smile, "But, I don't know how to dance"

"It's easy", you shrugged getting up from the rug, "Come on"

A little doubtful, he did the same while you searched in your Spotify for a song, which was 'Criminal' by Natti Natasha and Ozuna

"Let's have a little class, we will start with urban style, this is like freestyle", you instructed, "Try to move your hips and relax"

At first it was hard because he haven't dance in his entire life, but he kinda understood, kinda, following with something a little more coreographed, 'Procura' from Chichi Peralta

"This is a little more traditional, we could call it a cumbia if we want to say, the ones who dance this more are the adults, but it would help, take my hands and follow me"

Nervous, he took your hands following your moves feeling more confident and tought that the dance was fun

"Okay, with this you can dance all the songs in that style, but the more difficult challenge is this", you said playing 'Payaso de Rodeo', "This is indespensible to learn, beacuse everyone is on the dance floor during this, and if you could hold it, we are going to be one of the few people standing"

"Is this a contest?", Ethan asked with confusion

"No", you replied, "But is fun"

Due to being a little more active, both of you made more space in his room to start practicing the dance, often crashing into each other between laughes, not noticing that Wayne and Quinn were watching everything from the door with confusion, Quinn filming the whole thing for fun

The day of the party who was saturday, Ethan had a little breakdown due to the fact that he didn't know what to wear until he asked you, and you answered saying a suit will be fine

"Who wears a suit to a family reunion?", Ethan asked while pacing in the living room

"I was curious and searched for those type of parties", Quinn said, "It's a big deal, like their MET Gala, also, if she has some hot cousin, can you get his number for me?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?", Ethan exclaimed in disbelief

"Kids, calm down", Wayne interrupted the discussion, "Ethan, here you go, is my jacket and Richie's old formal pants and you have a white formal shirt, it should be fine"

"Thanks dad", Ethan sighed taking the pieces of clothes, "Do you think I need a tie or something?"

"First go take a shower and dress, we'll disscus it later", Wayne instructed gently pushing him towards the bathroom

"Do you think he's going to kiss her today?", Quinn asked her father Ethan entered the bathroom

"I hope so", Wayne sighed

A few hours later, Ethan was still in his room getting ready with Quinn's help, deciding that a tie was no needed, when they heard how the front door was being open follow by your voice, so they hurried to the living room

When Ethan saw you in a light pink jumpsuit and golden high heels with your hair in small waves and golden accesories, he stopped for a moment before Quinn moved his arm in a sign to come back to this reality

"Ethan, hi", you exclaimed hugging him, "You look great"

"Thanks", he smiled with shyness, "You look gorgeous, well, you always look gorgeous"

Laughing a little because of his nervous tone, you took the time to notice he was wearing a black jacket and pants with a white formal shirt with the first two buttons undone, no tie in sight

After a few minutes of Quinn taking photos of both of you, you and Ethan were free to go towards the entrance of the building were your family car was waiting in the street

"Ethan!", your little sister screamed running in his direction, at what him took her in his arms, "I'm so happy your coming"

"I'm too", he responded with sincerity, "You look like a little princess"

"Y/N help me to choose it", she said gesturing the bright pink puffy dress

"¡Niños, apurense!", your mom screamed from the passenger seat, "¡Vamos a llegar tarde!"

Making your way to the car, the six year old child was the first to enter followed by you and Ethan

"Mijo, te ves guapisimo", your mom said turning to watch Ethan

"Gracias", Ethan smiled with his cheeks burning red understanding what she said due to the fact that you teach him some spanish

The moment the car parked outside the building of the events room and Ethan saw all the cars in the parking lot, he knew his sister was serious about the topic

"Here's what you need to know", you said while walikg behind your parents, "La quinceañera will enter after everyone is here, it will probably take an hour, right know they are en la misa de celebración and they will take a lot of photos, after her arrival she will make her gran entrada, following with the waltz and her surprise dance, the snacks and desserts table is closed until after the dances, the little ones had their own menu which is like fast food or something like that, the adults have fancy food, only the adults get to drink the alcohol, gracias a Dios que ya tenemos dieciocho, usually the teens are on the dance floor during the reggeatón songs, and they are outside after that, mostly the couples, during the part were the teens are on the dance floor, the DJ usually gives ballons, hats with funny phrases, funny accesories, it's crazy, don't mind the kids sleeping in chairs it's normal, ¿alguna pregunta?"

"I think not", Ethan answered while the both of you sit in the lounge area, "I tought you only said family only"

"By family, I meant everyone alive from both sides, friends of the family, friends of the quinceañera, and also her brother's friends, oh, and be careful with the aunts", you explained while a waiter aproached to the small sofa, "Dos daiquiris de fresa con vodka, por favor"

"What do you mean to be careful with the aunts?"

"They usually made uncomfortable questions to people that they don't know, in this case, you, don't worry, I'll be by your side", you smiled while taking one of this hands

At first, that gesture took him by surprise but he eventually felt confident enough to bring your hand to his face to leave a kiss on the back, making you blush

Not noticing your parents watching from afar

"Definitivamente van a besarse para el final de la noche", your mother commented

"No estoy listo para que tenga novio", your dad argued with your little sister in his arms

"Me agrada Ethan", the six year old said while playing with a doll, "Cuando va a casa juega a las muñecas conmigo"

Back at the lounge, you and Ethan were enjoying your drinks or taking photos with your hands still together in his lap

Just like you said, some aunts aproached to say hi and ask about Ethan, some uncomfortable cuestions, some not, but the most common was if the two of you were dating, which both of you denied

Just like you said, soon, the entire room was full of people of all ages, everyone dress in their best clothes, when a group of teenagers aproached the both of you to ask if they could use the extra space in the couches, both of you ended up sitting in a corner with you almost on his lap for the lack of space

During the waltz you recorded part of the dance, not noticing the loving look Ethan was giving you, but some younger cousins did, gigling of how cute that was, but neither of you noticed that

After the dances and speach, Ethan was quick in running to the food tables to grab something for the both of you before the other teens ended it

After the dinner was done, all the teenagers filled the big dance floor leaving empty the lounge area, but even after that, you and Ethan stayed together just enjoying the party

"Do you want to dance?", Ethan asked suddenly making you to look him with surprise, "I-I mean, you teach me how to"

"I would love to", you interrupted him

Smiling in confidence, Ethan took your hand to lead you to a free area in the dance floor to dance without bumping onto someone, but you noticed his nervous self looking anywhere but your eyes, in which you took his chin between your fingers connecting your eyes

"Sueltate, ¿esta bien?", you said smiling, "Diviertete"

His body was a little stiff at the beggining, but seeing you move your entire body at the rythim of the urban and reggeatón music made him do the same taking your hands at first, moving them until they ended in your waist, while yours were in the back of his neck

Even when the more "traditional" songs came, both of you still dance with the song while laughing because all the fun both of you were having

"Do you want to get some air?", Ethan asked watching how you were sweating and gasping for air

"Por favor", you nodded

After telling your parents that you were going to get some air, both of you went to the terrace were you sit on one of the bunks in front of the pool, noticing the cold night, Ethan was quick to put his jacket in your shoulders

"So, what do you think?", you asked taking your heels off

"This is wild and fun", Ethan responded, "I definitely want to come to another"

"Well, you are lucky that another cousin is turning quince in a few months"

"But, I don't want to came as only your friend", Ethan said causing you to look at him in surprise, "I like you, since that day we met at the Blackmore tour, and I'm glad you aproached because I honestly couldn't have the courage to do it myself, and..."

Interrupting him mid-phrase, you leaned over to kiss him at what he was surprised at first but soon he circled your waist with his arms, while your hands were in his curls and neck

The lack of air was the thing that made both of you break the kiss, but your foreheads were still together, during those moments, one of Ethan's hands travelled from your waist to the back of your neck

"In that case, do you want to come to the next ones as my boyfriend?", you asked softly tugging at some strands of his hair

"Me encantaría", Ethan answered with almost perfect pronuncation

For the next few minutes, you and Ethan stayed in the same position sharing small pecks and holding each other, enjoying each other's company

That was until the first melodies of Payaso de Rodeo started sounding, causing the both of you to run inside the room to join the dance

[aurorabayrpg]

VALENTINE'S DAY IN AURORA BAY ~~ FEB 13th- 23rd~~

Love is in the air in Aurora Bay as the town has been spending the last week decorating for the holiday. You will have noticed all the pinks, reds, and endless hearts displayed all throughout the town. Whether you celebrate the day or not, there is something for everyone this year!

MORE INFO BELOW:

Here's our next event! Instead of doing one major one, we thought it'd be fun to have little things all over town for everyone to enjoy! Here are some things you will be able to enjoy during this event! If you'd like for your establishment to host something as well, please just let us know and we'll add it to the list!

Serenity Tea Room:

On February 13th, Serenity Tea Room will be holding a Galentine's Day brunch! Bring your besties, exchange gifts if you wish to do so, and enjoy brunch with bottomless mimosas!

Flora and Fauna with Aurora Bay's Library:

Head to Flora and Fauna sign up sheet in the town square for telegrams! Let them know who you want to send a rose (or a whole bouquet) to along with a romantic poem or sonnet, or maybe even leave an anonymous note to confess feelings to someone special!

Neptune:

Neptune is one of the busiest restaurants in town during Valentine's Day. Hurry to book a reservation for your romantic date night at the five star restaurant. Dedicated menu

Driftwood Coffee Shop:

Don't have a date? No problem. Sign up for the speed dating event at Driftwood Coffee Shop happening all weekend! Buy your drink of choice and maybe even find the love of your life.

Crescent Moon Tattoo:

Visit Crescent Moon Tattoo for their Valentine's Day flash sale!

Sweet Nothings with ABFD:

Visit Sweet Nothings for their Valentine's Day treats bake sale in conjunction with Aurora Bay's fire department! A portion of the money will go towards the ABFD's emergency services as donations!

Timeless Pottery Studio:

Join Timeless all weekend long with a DIY pottery paint-and-sip class! Dozens of options are available from vases to dishes to create a one of a kind ceramic that you can decorate while sipping wine.

Sea Salt Spa:

Don't forget to book a luxurious couples' spa package! Spend a few hours being pampered and feeling completely relaxed

And for those of you just coming out of a relationship and wanting to turn a blind eye to the lovefest all over town, there's celebrating for you too!

Hosted by Oasis Nightclub, come down to the beach Friday night for a burning of the exes bonfire bash! Bring photos, mementos, or anything you'd like and toss it into the fire because good riddance to those in your past! Music will be going into the early hours of the night and a pop-up bar will be on hand by the DJ booth, so while the town is lovey-dovey, feel free to let loose in the sand.

Extras:

non-event threads can continue, but we ask that they be tagged as non event.

please use the tag ab.valentines for new threads!

feel free to use your imagination with other places (particularly food establishments) having their own specials!

we will allow four new starters to be made off the bat (one per mun at first pls!) after that, please reply to at least two before posting your own. event starters can be made until sunday the 23rd

if anyone has any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask! have fun!

[morlao]

Headcanons: Friends to Lovers

Daiki Aomine x reader

- You and Aomine have known each other since you were little kids. Your moms are best friends, so you two basically grew up together and as a result you started to get pretty close. Not a day goes by where you don't hear from each other and you have sleepovers almost every weekend.

- When the two of you were younger you spent almost every afternoon on the basketball court. You sat on a bench and enjoyed the warm weather while Aomine showed you his tricks. He always made sure you watched his each and every move.

"Watch this y/n!"

"Did you see that?"

"There is a new trick I want to show you!"

He always got so excited when he saw how impressed you were. Of course you tried to play it cool, but he could read you like an open book.

- One time you asked him to teach you how to play.

"That's super easy, just watch this!"

And he dribbles you out and doesn't even give you a chance to score once. Maybe basketball wasn't exactly your thing (especially with Aomine as a teacher).

- Aomine is not exactly good with words. Whenever you feel sad he doesn't know what to say and when he tries to cheer you up, he often comes off as grumpy or annoyed. But he still wants to be there for you and comfort you. Therefore he will rely on physical contact instead. A long lasting hug, stroking your hair, lying down next to you and cuddling until you fall asleep.

- As you grow older you often go shopping together. Most of the time Aomine will complain about how long it takes you to choose the perfect skirt or the perfect dress, but he secretely loves how you always ask him for his opinion whenever you try something on.

"What do you say, Dai? The red shirt or the white one?"

- Of course you still visit his basketball games but you don't hang out at the basketball court anymore during the week. After all Aomine thinks he doesn't need practise anymore. His famous words "the only one who can beat me is me" is the only answer you get when you ask him if he planned to skip training again. And yes, each and every time you want to punch him in the face for that. At the same time, however, it breaks your heart to see that his passion for basketball is gone. He always seems bored, tired of it even. It has been a very long time since you last saw him smile while playing. You miss this happy version of him.

- There is something about Daiki Aomine, you definitely can't deny it. The way he smiles (he does smile a lot around you), the way he always seems so relaxed. You like joining him at his naps on the roof and resting your head in his lap while he grumbles something you can't understand. Every touch (no matter how small it is) makes your heart flutter. You try to ignore it though, thinking he would never see you as more than a friend.

- While you never told Aomine about your little crush on him, you do tell him about your crushes on other boys. He's your best friend, so of course this is something you want to talk about. Aomine often teases you about it, as he loves seeing you blush and cover your face with your hands. Lately, however, he cramps every time you rave about another boy. He also finds himself glaring at the boys you fancy during his classes while wondering what the hell you saw in them. He's absolutely not good at hiding his jealousy so he will be grumpy the whole day. Of course he doesn't tell you the reason for his behaviour but starts to distance himself instead.

"It's nothing, y/n, stop bothering me!"

His behaviour really starts to upset you lately. Why was he acting so different? Did you say something wrong? You start to keep a comfortable distance. You're used to Aomine's mood, but this is the first time he also starts acting bitchy towards you.

- So the next time you have a crush on someone, you don't tell him. Instead you start hanging out with this boy more often and you two really get along very well.

- Of course it doesn't take long until Aomine hears about it. Y/n hanging out with another boy? Jealousy starts burning inside of him and even though he knows exactly that it's none of his business who you're meeting, he can't switch it off. With his hands clenched into fists he stomps through the streets, not caring if he bumps into someone.

- When he finally finds you in your favourite cafè, drinking your favourite drink and laughing about something this boy had said, he can't take it anymore. He storms over, grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet and away from that boy. Of course you are more than upset about this and soon the two of you start screaming at each other.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Why do you care, Daiki?"

- A very good question that he has already asked himself several times. You were his best friend, the one person who knew him better than everyone else, the one who always supported him and accepted him. The one who always forgave him whenever he said something rude or acted like a total idiot (which happened very often). Of course he also thought you were beautiful. Even hot. Why didn't he want you to flirt with someone else? The answer popped up in his head all of a sudden. Maybe he knew it all along. He loved you. He fucking loved you.

- Again, Aomine isn't good with words so he doesn't know what he should answer you. Instead he just pulls you towards him and kisses you. A deep and passionate kiss, filled with everything he wanted to say. After a few seconds he breaks free, breathing heavily.

"I want you to be with me."

- You're absolutely shocked. Yes, you have dreamt about kissing him several times, but you have never thought it would actually happen. You didn't even think he likes you like that.

"Didn't think I would ever see you speechless", he smirks.

That stupid smirk that always makes your heart melt.

"You can't just ignore me for days and then crash my date and kiss me."

Your eyes search for your date but the boy' s seat is empty. You didn't notice him leaving. Aomine's gaze still rests on you.

"Didn't I just show you I can?"

You roll your eyes and Aomine finally sighs, scratching the back of his head. He is nervous, yes, and he can no longer hide it from you.

"I love you, y/n. I guess I always have. Give me a chance to proof to you that we're the perfect match."

His words make your heart flutter while at the same time you know exactly that it's up to you to decide.

"Dai..."

You look in his eyes and see panic. Quickly you take his hand.

"You're an absolute idiot! But you're my idiot! Come here."

You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for another kiss.

[mtnikolle]

@flashfictionfridayofficial "Fool's Quest"

wc: 865

Summary: Naruto wants to use his newest homework assignment to finally learn about his family. He gets something else instead.

“Our last thing for the day, a bit of homework for the weekend,” Iruka-sensei called out near the end of class. The groans were epic, and Iruka managed to keep his smirk on the inside rather than let it show on his face.

He turned to write on the board “Family Techniques,” then turned to face the class again.

“This weekend, you will start some research on shinobi techniques. For those of you with other shinobi in your family, you will find out about their techniques. For those of you who will be the first shinobi in your family, you will need to research the techniques of a Konoha shinobi of your choice. You will have time next week to work on your reports. I’m handing out a sheet with the expectations and some suggested questions to start off your conversation.”

Iruka-sensei moved down the rows of the classroom handing out a page to each student. After he was finished, he dismissed the class for the weekend.

Naruto was… well, he wasn’t sure exactly what he felt. He didn’t have any family, which made him sad, but he also didn’t know if he had any family techniques. It also made him a little excited, because maybe he could find out about an awesome ninja that he was related to! He was also a little disheartened because he <i>hated</i> research. Reading was so hard and boring and slow. Maybe learning cool ninja stuff would make up for it… He wasn’t exactly sure where to start, either.

Naruto started trudging home, thinking about it. Ugh, maybe he’d have to start with the, he heaved a sigh, library. Or! He could ask the old man! That would be way better! And easier! And the Hokage had to know everything about everyone’s family, right?!

Naruto made an abrupt about face and sprinted back to the academy. He’d head straight to the old man’s office to ask! This was gonna be his best report ever!

Thanks to his previous dawdle, Naruto made it back to the building in no time at all. Now, though, he had to be careful. The adults who were here could be mean, it was better just to keep quiet until he made it to the old man’s office. He moved really close to the walls and walked slowly and quietly through rooms and down hallways. Some of the rooms, he waited until the people had passed through, so no one would see him. Others, like the mission room, he waited until they were busy, so no one would pay attention to him. He worried that Iruka-sensei had spotted him moving through the room, but he didn’t say anything or glare or anything else, so Naruto figured he was fine.

Just before he got to the old man’s office, he stopped and peaked around the corner. He wrinkled his nose and squinted–that guy was still at the desk in front of the door. Shouldn’t he have gone home by now…? Naruto peaked again. The office door was open just a little… just enough… Naruto bolted for the door! He made it through before that other guy made it around his desk!

“Hey, Old Man!” Naruto shouted as soon as he burst through the door. The old man jumped and sent papers all over. Naruto could see that they were writing, but not the small, neat writing, and full pages that meant it was just those stupid puzzles he did rather than anything important. Then waved away the desk guy while Naruto continued, “Iruka-sensei gave us homework and you gotta help me!”

The Hokage’s face changed from relaxed to impassive in an instant, but Naruto plowed right on though, “We gotta find out about our families, so you gotta tell me all about the Uzumaki!” He ended on a grin that was brighter than the sun.

“Unfortunately, Naruto, I don't know anything about your family,” the Hokage responded. Naruto’s heart plummeted. “You could try looking in the Academy library, though. There is usually information on shinobi families there.”

“Sure, sure, whatever, old man.” And Naruto turned and slumped out the door.

He hadn't travelled more than two steps away when he heard a deep, gravelly voice—probably another old guy.

“Why send him on a fool's quest? You know we removed every mention of the Uzumaki from unclassified sources.”

Naruto froze.

“Better that he believes there is nothing to learn as soon as possible and stops seeking. No good can come from that,” was the Hokage's response.

A small part of Naruto was relieved that the desk guy wasn't there, while the largest part of Naruto was consumed with disbelief, anger, sadness, confusion, and inevitability that the only adult in his young life that he had considered ‘family’ was just like every other adult around. He could never trust any of them. He would never have family, whatever that really meant.

It took long minutes and every bit of will he had for Naruto to pull himself together enough to paste on his brightest, happiest, most carefree grin so that he could make it home to his lonely apartment to grieve the end of a dream.

[drops-of-june]

CHAPTER VI: Barracuda

• I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

• Sorry if it is too long. Just got carried away

Summary: The relaxing weekend that y/n had hoped for doesn't happen the way she would have wanted it to.

Word Count: 5.3K

CHAPTER VI: Barracuda

Friday turned out to be the most boring day so far in Hawkins. There were only two moments that caught her attention. The first was when classes ended. Y/n, along with Eddie and the rest of the band, were heading toward the parking lot, when they heard footsteps running behind them.

'Y/n/n!' Steve's voice made them turn around. 'Hey, y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?' said Steve, with a mixture of concern and hope on his face. The boys watched the situation carefully, as if they measured y/n’s reaction, and after a few seconds, Jeff spoke up.

'We'll wait for you in the parking lot...' There was some hesitation in his voice, but when y/n nodded at him with a smile, the four of them turned and walked out of the building.

'Sure, what's up?' y/n replied, looking at Steve.

'It's about Nancy. I need your advice... I don't know how to fix things with her.' y/n listened intently as Steve explained the situation. After a moment's reflection, she offered her advice.

'Well... First I should warn you that I'm no expert in relationships, I only dated once and when things got too serious, I ran away.' She joked. 'But I think it's best to be honest. Talk to her from the heart, tell her how you feel and what you really think.' She paused and continued. 'If there's anything that can still be repaired you'll know, but you’ll do only if you talk about it with her.' He was looking at the floor, but listening intently to what she was saying. 'Relationships are a two-way street, and everyone has to do their part...' Steve nodded, trying to understand. 

'Thank you, y/n. I really appreciate your help.'

'You're welcome... Oh, and maybe a peace offering might help... a small detail, maybe some flowers.' She advised, before half-turning away.

'Okay, noted.' 

'Good luck!' she said with a smile before heading for the parking lot.

When she got to where her car was, Eddie and the others were sitting in his van, with the doors open. He couldn't help but ask her:

'So… friend of Harrington's, huh? Don't tell me you even like him?' He asked with a teasing tone, but y/n could tell underneath as well an almost accusatory tone. Y/n shook her head and laughed.

'No, I don't. As for us being friends.... We took a couple of classes together and he seems like a nice kid.' Eddie frowned slightly. He disagrees.

'He's one of the popular ones we told you about the other day… well, at least he was until last year. His friends were jerks to us, especially Tommy H.' Y/n nodded.

'I haven't seen him with Tommy though, but my brother does hang out with him.' The boy she'd met in class and asked for advice didn't seem to be the same as Eddie described. After a few seconds, Gareth interjected, his tone was softer.

'We don't want to get into your friendships, y/n. We just want to keep you in the loop.'

'I understand. And thank you...' y/n said with a smile, as Max climbed into the car. 'See you soon' She waved before climbing into her Impala as well.

***

San Diego, California, April 1981.

The afternoon sun was slowly dropping over the horizon, bathing the neighborhood in a golden glow. Y/n and Billy had just returned from school, and the crisp spring air was filled with the bustle of children playing in the street and the distant cries of seagulls. Y/n, then fourteen, closed the front door behind her and headed for her room, where she hoped to enjoy some quiet after a long day.

Billy followed her quickly, his expression grim.Y/n barely had time to remove her backpack before he began to speak, his tone laden with frustration.

'Y/n, you need to stop hanging out with Molly.' Billy said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Y/n turned to him, surprised by the sudden confrontation. She had only recently met Molly, and she had quickly become one of her best friends, in fact the only girl she talked to at school. Y/n couldn't imagine what she could have done to make Billy dislike her so much.

'What, why?' she asked, trying to remain calm. Billy took a step forward, his face red with anger.

'Because I don't like her attitude. She's a bad influence on you. She's always getting into trouble and dragging you down with her.'

Y/n felt the anger begin to bubble up inside her. Molly was rebellious and somewhat wild, yes, but she was also loyal and fun. Y/n couldn't stand the idea of Billy trying to control her friendships.

'That's not fair, Billy.' She said, her voice rising in volume. 'I don't tell you who you can hang out with, no matter how much I don’t like all your friends.' She took a step forward, lifting her head and looking him in the eye. 'Molly is my friend. You don't get to decide who I can be friends with and who I can't.'

Billy gritted his teeth, his frustration turning to fury.

'I'm just trying to protect you, y/n!' he shouted. 'Is that so hard to understand?'

Y/n's patience ran out. She took a step toward her brother, eyes flashing with anger.

'I don't need you to protect me!' she replied, her voice trembling. 'You know? I live defending you when other people say you're a cretin and in the end maybe they're kind of right.'

Silence fell between them, heavy and tense. Y/n felt an invisible barrier rise between them, something she had never felt so clearly before. Without another word, she turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

That night, the atmosphere in the house was tense. Neal and Susan noticed the unusual silence between the twins, but said nothing, leaving the siblings to work out their differences on their own. For the next few days, y/n avoided Billy, ignoring his attempts at conversation and immersing herself in her own activities. They had shared a room since they were children, but even y/n had taken her pillow to Max's room and had been sleeping with her sister.

For Billy, the absence of y/n's presence, always so close and supportive, was a hard blow. Pride prevented him from immediately apologizing, but loneliness and remorse began to weigh more heavily on him with each passing day. All he received in reply were monosyllables and onomatopoeias. After almost ten days, he couldn't take it anymore.

One afternoon, when y/n was sitting in the backyard, reading "Firestarter," Billy approached her with a serious expression. Y/n looked up when she heard someone approaching, but when she saw it was Billy, she looked back down at the book.

'Y/n, I need to talk to you,' Billy said, his voice softer than usual. Y/n remained silent, trying to ignore it as she had done during those days. Although it hurt to be fighting with him, she had to make him understand that he couldn't manage her life, Neal already did that too much. Billy took a deep breath, fighting his pride. 'I'm sorry, OK?' he finally said. 'I shouldn't have tried to tell you who you can be friends with. I care about you very much and I just wanted to protect you, but I was wrong in how I did it.' Y/n heard the sincerity in her brother's voice and her anger began to fade. She realized that although his methods had been wrong, Billy was only acting out of concern. 'Come on... Please, I don't like not being able to talk to you.'

'Ok,' she finally said, albeit with a frown. 'I don't like it either'. Admitted. 'I appreciate you caring about me, but I also need you to trust me. We can take care of each other without trying to control our lives.' Billy nodded, relieved that y/n had forgiven him and sat down next to her. 

'I promise to try, Sundance. I don't want to fight you like this again.' Y/n got up and hugged him. 

'Me neither, Butch. I love you. You're the most important person I have, you know that, right? You always will be. No matter how much I get together with other people. No one is going to replace you.' Billy felt calmer at this confession, because it was what really concerned him. The hug sealed their reconciliation, and while they still had a lot to learn about respecting each other's decisions, they both knew that their bond as siblings was stronger.

***

Later, while driving to her job, when y/n crossed the residential area, she saw Steve getting out of his car with some flowers in his hand. The girl assumed that he was about to go see Nancy, but before he could reach the entrance of the house he was going to, Dustin, one of Max's friends, intercepted him, threw the flowers on the ground and convinced him to get into his car. Y/n found the situation strange, but decided not to give it much importance and continued on her way to work.

The rest of the day went by normally, however the only thing she wanted was for the weekend to arrive.

On Saturday morning, Neal and Susan left the house early, leaving the twins to take care of Max. After lunch, when y/n were doing the dishes, someone knocked on their front door. Being the closest to the entrance, she went over to open it. There she found Steve Harrington. If y/n wasn't mistaken, he was also wearing the same clothes from the day before. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, confused.

'I need your help.' He asked, clasping his hands together. His expression was urgent. 'Again.' He added. Y/n looked back at the boy, and in his car she saw Dustin sitting in the passenger seat. 

'Are you babysitting?' she asked, trying not to laugh. After a moment, she began to say. 'Look... right now...'

'Please. I have no one else to ask for help...' He interrupted her. Y/n looked inside the house briefly and walked out, closing the door behind her.

'What do you need help with?' She asked, curious but willing to help him. He was slow to respond, seeming to be looking for an excuse or making up a lie. Finally, he answered.

'You need to help us look for a thing...'

'This is it about Dart?' she guessed biting her lip. He looked surprised.

'You know about Dart? Oh... that makes it so much easier...' He looked relieved. 'Dustin didn't tell me you knew... Well, then... the thing is, he ran away from Dustin again and you'll understand how important it is that we catch him before he eats another cat... or something bigger.' He commented with an awkward laugh. 

'Dustin's toad-rat ate a cat?' she repeated, wide-eyed, unsure if she had heard correctly. Steve froze in place, realizing he spoke too much. 'How...' For a moment, y/n thought he was playing a joke on her, but she didn't feel like he was lying. 

'Uhm... yeah... well... no… uhm… if you don't ask questions it'll be better...' He stammered, nervous. 'So...' Y/n looked at him trying to understand what was going on, but failed. 'Are you going to help us?' he asked, again. Y/n sighed. 

'Wait here.' She said, walking back into the house. She went up to her room and grabbed her jacket and her backpack. Before leaving, she knocked on Billy's bedroom door and when he opened it, she let him know she was going out for a moment. Then she left the house and got into the back seat of Steve's car. Y/n looked at Dustin with narrowed eyes. 'I knew you'd found it.' She accused him, and he looked apologetic. 'You're going to have to tell me what's going on, and for your information, I know when someone is lying.' She clarified, as Steve pulled the car over.

A few minutes passed when Steve stopped the car again. Y/n was still silent, folding her arms, looking a little lost. She knew Steve and Dustin had left a lot of details behind, as some parts of her story didn't seem complete. 

But in summaries, she had been told that Dustin had discovered an interdimensional tadpole in his trash. Said tadpole, it was the same animal she had seen escaping from the video room two days earlier. It was no bigger than a toad. 

But apparently now, it was the size of a french bulldog, and it had eaten Dustin's mother's cat. Will and Mike had warned him that it was dangerous but he wouldn't listen and took it home. Dart grew up, ate the poor Mews, and when Dustin locked him in the shed, the creature escaped by creating a tunnel hole in a wall, but not before leaving some of its skin behind, which meant it had perhaps grown even bigger.

'I think she’s suffering a seizure.' Dustin muttered in horror. Steve, who had climbed out of the vehicle, opened the passenger door, and crouched down to be at her height. 

'Y/n?' He whispered softly.

'I'm fine, I'm just trying to guess if you're pulling my leg or...' She slowly got out of the car as well. 'So the plan is...' It seemed too elaborate to be just a joke. Steve opened the trunk, and there were three buckets of cubed meat in there. Just then, a voice came through the boy's walkie.

'Dustin, It's Lucas, do you copy?' Y/n recognized Lucas’s voice.

'Well well well, look who it is?'

'Sorry man, my stupid sister turn it off'.

'Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon.' y/n looked at Steve with a frown, gesturing with her mouth the word “He said demogorgon?” and he just looked at her like saying don't ask.

'Wait. What?'

'I'll explain later. Meet us at the old junkyard.’

‘Us? Who's us?'

'And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket. Just be there, stat. Over and out.'

Steve offered the girl a pair of yellow kitchen gloves and then one of the buckets. 

They were going down the abandoned Hawkins train tracks. The ground was covered with leaves, so as they walked along they could hear the sound of their soles against the stones and the crunch of the leaves being stepped on. Steve and Dustin were walking ahead of her. They seemed to be having a private conversation, so she didn't want to intrude. Dustin was looking back and lowering his voice, you could tell it wasn't a conversation he would be having while she was present. However Steve didn't seem to notice and spoke a little louder. 

Trying to give the boy more privacy, y/n pulled out her headphones and her walkman, and played the mixtape she was listening to. 

When she thought about wanting the weekend to come, that's not what she meant. Going about leaving bits of food on the ground to catch a carnivorous wild animal that was running loose in town, accompanied by a child and Steve Harrington. 

A few minutes passed when she noticed Steve had asked her a question. She lowered her headphones, with the music still on. Through them, 'Smoke on the water' could be heard.

'What do you think, y/n?'

'About what?' She asked, taking a few steps closer towards them.

'I was telling Dustin how to impress a girl...' He began to give her context. She opened her eyes in understanding, so it was that kind of talk. She remembered having one with Max a few months back in California. Being there, it made it seem like years ago.

'Ok...'

'So… Is it true that I shouldn't try too hard?' The younger one asked, as he threw a piece of meat on the ground. 

'Uh-huh... I guess. It's best to just be yourself.' She admitted.

'So talking about the things I like is okay?'

'No.'

'Yes,' Steve and y/n said at the same time. He looked at her with a frown.

'Look… we… people… we're all different. If you have to find someone to be with, the best thing to do is to show yourself as you are, and be accepted that way.' Steve seemed to want to counter-argue, but he kept silent, also listening to what she was saying. 'If it's meant to be, it will be. And if it's not... well. The right person will come along at some point.' There was silence for a couple of minutes, until the boy broke it.

'Have you found it? The ideal person? Have you... fallen... in love?' She took a while to answer. 

'There are different kinds of love...' She took the silence as a cue to explain herself. 'There's the love you have for your family. The one you feel for a friend... you also can both love each other, but it's not meant to be. It's not the right person... Do you understand?' She asked.

'Not really... if you both love each other then why...?'

'I have a friend in California. Sam. We dated for a while but...' She sighed. 'It didn't feel... right. I didn't feel...'

'The electricity?' Dustin asked, genuinely curious. Y/n laughed.

'I guess you could call it like that. Yeah.' She nodded. 'I didn’t feel the electricity. Think of it like we're puzzle pieces.' 

'They don't all fit together no matter how much they seem to...' He understood. He looked far too distressed for his age.

'Either way... couples are overrated. It's too complicated for your age.' She said.

'That's what I told him!' Steve agreed, and the three of them laughed. 

***

San Diego, California, September 1980.

On a sunny fall afternoon in San Diego, y/n and Sam were walking along the boardwalk, the salty ocean air enveloping them as the waves gently broke on the shore. y/n had been thinking for days about what she was going to say, and her heart was pounding. She loved Sam, but she felt like something didn't fit, like a puzzle piece that couldn't find its place.

They stopped by a railing, looking out at the horizon where the sun was beginning to descend. Sam, tall and easy smiling, noticed the restlessness in y/n's eyes. 

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, taking her hand. His touch was warm and soft. She brought his hand to her cheek and closed her eyes. She had grown so accustomed to his closeness and the smell of his skin that the gesture was reassuring.

They had agreed to be honest with each other. She wanted to tell him what was on her mind but she didn't want him to get hurt either. 

‘Sam, there's something I need to talk to you about,’ she said in a shaky voice. She took a moment to find the right words. Finally, she gathered her courage and said it quickly, as if she had to pull a band-aid off a wound that needed to breathe. ‘I love you, but... not the way I should if this was going to work out in the long run.’ Sam frowned, worry filling his face. 

‘What do you mean, y/n?’ Y/n sighed, releasing his hand gently. 

‘Look, you're one of the most important people to me. We've been friends for so long, and when we started dating, I thought maybe it was the right thing to do. But, it isn't. I care a lot about our friendship, and I feel like if we keep going on like this, we'll end up hurting each other.’ Sam looked down, processing her words. 

‘Is it because of something I did? Or is there someone else?’ Y/n could tell the pain in his voice, and shook her head quickly. 

‘No, no, no, Sam. It's not because of someone else, or something you did. It's just...I don't feel the right way. I can't keep pretending everything's okay when I know deep down it's not.’

Sam sighed, taking in the situation. He knew y/n was right, even if it hurt.

‘I guess I always knew that, on some level,’ he admitted. ‘Maybe not for the same reason you do, but...I like being with you, y/n. I don't want to lose you.’

Y/n smiled, though her eyes were filled with tears. 

‘You're not going to lose me. We'll always be friends, always. But you deserve to be with someone who loves you the way you deserve. And I just… I'm not that person.’ Sam nodded slowly, leaning in for a hug. 

‘I understand, y/n. And, thank you for being honest.’ They held each other for a long moment, letting the sound of the waves and the sea breeze wash over them. 

As they pulled apart, y/n felt a mixture of relief and sadness. She caressed his cheek gently, as if she feared he was going to break. 

‘Are we still friends?’ she asked, with a small smile.

Sam smiled back. 

‘Always, y/n. Always.’

***

The Hawkins junkyard stretched out before them like a rusted and twisted labyrinth. Under the cloudy sky, the piles of abandoned vehicles stood like monuments to a forgotten past, their bodies corroded and moss-covered. A cold, biting wind blew through the place, echoing the sounds of metal clashing against metal, a somber wail amidst the desolation.

They walked cautiously along the narrow dirt paths, dodging puddles of stagnant water and scattered car parts. Sheet metal, wood, old mirrors, all piled up on the sides of rusted cars. Everything screamed a call for a tetanus shot. With every step, the crunch of debris under their feet broke the silence. The long shadows of the stacked cars created natural hiding places, perfect for anyone - or anything - that might lurk among the scrap.

The air smelled of rust and old gasoline, a pungent mixture that made your nose wrinkle. The dim light of dusk filtered through the cracks and gaps, casting eerie patterns on the floor. In one corner, a rusty old crane stood like a silent guardian of the junkyard, its dangling arm swaying slightly in the wind.

They came to a crossroads where the cars formed an almost perfect circle, creating a kind of metal amphitheater. It was the heart of the junkyard, and in front of the main entrance, a school bus barred the way. 

It was a scene of orderly chaos, y/n felt it was a good strategic location for what they had planned. 

The three emptied what was left in their buckets into a spot on the ground, leaving a small pile of meat in plain sight, perfect as bait.

'I said medium-well!' someone shouted, causing the three to look over. Lucas and Max were on the other side of the junkyard. When Max saw y/n there, she seemed to turn paler than she already was.

'Who is she?' Steve asked.

'I'm going to kill her.' Muttered y/n, and began to walk, striding over, heading straight for her younger sister.

'What are you doing here, Billy let you come?' Seeing what the girl opened her mouth a couple of times without a sound, y/n opened her eyes in surprise. 'You ran away?'

'I... well...'

'It's my fault.' Lucas said, excusing her.

'I'll talk to you later.' She replied, pointing a finger at him. 

'Maxine Mayfield...' She only addressed her sister by her full name when she was really in trouble. 'Do you know what time it is?' She looked at the floor, y/n never used to get angry. 'What if Neal and your mother come back and you're not there? What would we have to tell him? What would Billy have to tell him?' she asked, serious.

'I didn't think about it...' She mumbled apologetically. y/n took a breath and rubbed her forehead to calm herself. At that moment, Steve appeared at her side, and looked at the situation as if sizing up the waters.

'Uhm... we must hurry, there aren't many hours of daylight left.' He commented, indicating that it was important.

'I'm not done yet.' y/n said to Max, before turning away. 

After half an hour of work, they managed to clear some of the ground for a better view, and covered all the windows of the bus with sheet metal and scraps. 

The old school bus rested quietly under the starry sky. Inside, y/n, Steve and Dustin waited holding their breath, the air thick with anticipation and nervousness. Up on the roof of the vehicle, Lucas and Max stood alert, watching the dark horizon intently.

Steve, he seemed fidgety. He was fumbling with the cigarette lighter, casting flickers of light that dimly illuminated the interior of the bus each time the flame flared, bored. After a moment, his gaze fell on y/n, who was staring at a dented soda can on the floor.

'Everything okay?' He asked, seeing her very quiet. She nodded. 

'I'm just analyzing the situation. I'm, on a dirty bus, with Steve Harrington and three kids trying to lure a...baby demogorgon...with meat, then set it on fire.' She pointed. 'Am I missing something?' He laughed. 

'No... I think that's a good summary...'

'Dustin... by one of those coincidences... that... Dart thing...' When the boy looked at her, y/n could notice a gesture akin to exasperation, as if preparing to give an explanation to an adult who isn't going to understand. 'He's not going to have two baboon heads and be five meters tall, isnt he?' 

'How do you know... do you play D&D?' He looked surprised. Steve rolled his eyes.

'Great, one more nerd.' y/n punched him in the shoulder lightly though she wasn't offended.

'Yeah. I had a party with a group of friends back in California. Chaotic good, high elf bard, level 17.' She explained. Dustin looked impressed and gave a nod of approval.

'I like her.' He whispered towards Steve with a smile. 'And... no... not really, but...' Just then a sort of roar was heard that made y/n's skin crawl, even though she wasn't someone who was easily startled. She loved horror movies.

The three of them ran to look through the small crack that was left open in one of the windows, trying to see something. The autumn fog that covered the ground, didn't help too much to see clearly.

'You see him?' Dustin asked.

'No.' Steve replied.

'Lucas, what's going on?'

'Hold on!' 

'There.' Said y/n, pointing to their left. 

'I've got eyes! Ten o'clock!' Screamed, Lucas.

'Yes, we saw him!' 

'What's he doing?'

'I don't know.'

'He's not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?' Asked Steve.

'Maybe he's not hungry?'

'Maybe he's sick of cow.' Steve said. Before they could understand what he meant and what he was about to do, Steve got up and headed for the exit.

'Steve? Steve, what are you doing?'

'Steve, aren't you thinking...' y/n began to say, incredulously. Steve tossed her the lighter and picked up his bat.

'Just get ready.' He said, before walking out. Dustin and y/n walked over to the window rapidly to watch. Steve was advancing towards the trap, swinging his bat to get the creature's attention. Max came back down towards them, through the airlock.

'What's he doing?'

'Expanding the menu.'

'Uhmm... Dust...' Y/n said urgently, having noticed something in the darkness. A shiver ran down her spine. 'Didn't you say it was just one?'

'What do you mean?' He asked approaching the window, at the same time Lucas shouted from the roof, surely having seen the same thing as the girl.

'Steve, watch out!' y/n climbed up the ladder with haste, and standing on the roof of the bus looked around. 

'They're to his left and to his right.' Lucas murmured to her, but that wasn't what she was looking for. After finding what she wanted, she poked her head through the airlock and tossed the lighter to Dustin.

'Take charge, I'll be right back.'

'y/n!' Max shouted, trying to stop her, but she quickly got up and with agility stepped off the bus from the side, noiselessly. Although she didn't know the place, if there was one thing that didn't fail her besides her instinct, it was her memory. She guided herself around the grounds until she found what she was looking for. It was leaning against one of the abandoned cars. 

'Three o'clock! Three o'clock!' Lucas shouted to Steve, and Steve managed to see what was surrounding him. Steve almost dropped the bat when he felt a tug on the back of his jacket. 

'Get behind me' Y/n muttered, and he obeyed. They were both covered by a full-length mirror, and began to step backwards, heading back towards the bus. 'Slow down,' she warned, as she held the frame with both hands, and glanced to the sides. The creatures looked confused for a few moments as they saw that their prey had 'disappeared'. 

'Run!' Luke warned them as they were halfway, just in time when one of the animals appeared from their right side. As it came running towards them, Steve raised his bat and delivered a hard blow to its chest, throwing it a couple of feet. They both looked at each other and nodded their heads . At the same time, y/n dropped the mirror and they began a run to the vehicle. Once safe, they closed the doors behind them. One of the creatures managed to stick his head in and y/n got a closer look at him. It didn't have two baboon heads, but it was just as scary. 

She hit the creature with the heel of her boot, just hard enough to knock it back so that Steve could cover the entrance with a metal plate.

'Shit!' The animals began clawing at the door, trying to get in.

'Are they rabid or something?' Asked Max, scared.

'They can't get in! They can't!'

'Are you crazy, what was that thing out there?' Max asked, pulling at her sister's jacket.

'A mirror.' Steve explained, catching his breath. 'I don't know how but it distracted them enough. It was a good idea.'

'Mirror image.' Dustin muttere, referring to one of the elf skills in D&D. 'Nice play.' y/n, who was with her hands resting on her knees, also catching her breath, gave a thumbs up without looking at him. Animal growls seemed to come from all directions, they were surrounded. 

They all screamed. Dustin grabbed his walkie and started talking real fast.

'Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone!' There was a crash against the door, they were throwing themselves against the bus to get inside. 'We're at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!' 

There was another metallic clang, but this time it came from above. The five of them looked up at the ceiling, and the footsteps of something walking towards the airlock could be heard. Max, who was standing by the ladder, let out a scream when she saw one of the animals poke its head through the entrance. Y/n and Steve ran to the children, to cover them.

‘Out of the way! Out of the way! You want some?' Steve muttered, raising his bat. Y/n moved the kids to the other side of the bus, shielding them. 'Come get this!' 

Another distant roar broke the silence outside, and y/n sincerely thought they were going to die there, however, instead of more creatures appearing, the one on the roof came down from the bus. 

They waited for a minute, listening carefully, and when they heard nothing, they cautiously exited the vehicle. Steve and y/n got off first. 

'What happened?' Lucas asked.

'I don't know.'

'Steve scared 'em off?' Dustin asked.

'No. I don't think so...' y/n said, watching as one of those creatures went into the woods. Steve thinking the same as her, continued, turning around to look at the kids.

'They're going somewhere.'

[thedelilah75xl]

19/04

im extremely exhausted....if I slept an hour it's alot, I had a headache the whole day and just got home and took pain meds.

So we had a get together in lunch this me since we all are back at the office. And I was hugged by so many and everyone told me I look stunning, they all seem me last time when I was very skinny.

More than one of the girls told me I'm glowing.... Well then I feel I'm on the right track. Although I did not go to the gym, I will go tomorrow morning for a spinning class. I need to keep doing this until I feel better and enjoy it. I don't push myself enough if I do the normal gym. With spinning you are in a group and you don't want to look bad in front of the other people.

I need to have a relaxing weekend. I will do Spinning tomorrow morning at 7:15. Then I have a lash appointment for 10 o clock....I need to make a booking for waxing as well...then I will do absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend..... Just requested booking for waxing.

I need to make an appointment with my gyne....he said he wanted to see me in 8 weeks but it's already 10weeks since he saw me ... I will phone on Monday. I did find out about the sponsorship with our company. So HR wanted to know how I know the person who's interested in the sponsorship and I said it's a good friend....will be a bit inappropriate telling them his my Master. So she said they really think that they might consider it... because it's wine and Citadel might get some publicity out of it .... So if we don't try we will never know.

After I told my Master that I want to know more details about his life I'm getting less and less attention. I am tired of begging and feel this way this will come to an end very quickly

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 25 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: A four day patriot's day weekend gives Taylor and Kelsey the chance to have their first real getaway as a couple and start to put the past week behind them. Song inspiration: I Don't Love You Like I Used To - John Legend. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram). I didn't want to post this part until I had finished the next but since it's my birthday have it anyway.

Warnings: anxiety, smut, discussion of abortion, lingering trauma // Word Count: 4,031

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Twenty Four

April 11th, 2023

Though Taylor had texted asking if she was coming over Monday night like normal, Kelsey declined knowing that he had just put up with her all weekend long and could use a little bit of time with his roommates or just not having to deal with her still moderately fragile emotional state. Plus she had plenty of schoolwork to do with having been out of it for basically the last six days. 

Arriving at class on Tuesday morning however, she had a very important question to ask Taylor and smiled softly when he arrived, bringing her her usual coffee order. 

“Do you have plans this weekend?” She inquired. 

“Nope.” Taylor replied matter of factly. “What are we doing?” He asked as he leaned down to peck her lips softly. 

“Friend of mine’s family has a place on the beach in Connecticut that isn’t being used this weekend so thought maybe we could drive down Friday and come back Tuesday. Weekend getaway for the two of us…?” 

“You have sunscreen?” 

The fact that that was Taylor’s only response made a giggle bubble up in Kelsey’s throat for the first time in a week. 

“We can get sunscreen…” Kelsey assured him. “The lotion kind even if you want to help me apply it…” 

A glint in Taylor’s eyes told her that he’d be all for that and her smile brightened a bit more. 

“So does that mean you’ll come with me?” She questioned. “We can cook out and have a fire and kayak and enjoy the hot tub…” 

“Yeah Kels.” Taylor agreed before moving to his seat as their professor entered the room to start class. 

April 14th, 2023

Having texted back and forth with her friend about what the house had and what she needed to bring, Kelsey went shopping early Friday morning picking up steaks, vegetables for grilling and omelets, a bottle of wine, almond milk, and eggs. That would at least cover Friday dinner and Saturday breakfast and then they could figure out what they were doing for food the rest of the weekend and go to the store. 

With all of that packed in a cooler in her trunk beside her weekend bag, Kelsey drove to Taylor’s dorm to pick her boyfriend up for their excursion after his morning training session. 

The drive down into Connecticut was about two hours once a stop for lunch was accounted for so it was early afternoon when they arrived at the house. 

With Taylor there, unloading the car only took one trip and while he carried their things to the bedroom, Kelsey unloaded the cooler into the fridge. When he met her in the kitchen, his hands slid around her waist from behind and Kelsey relaxed into him, glancing off to the side out at the ocean just beyond the windows. They had three full days where this was their view and time moved slower. 

She wanted to enjoy every single second of it. 

Lacing her fingers with his, Kelsey pulled Taylor out the sliding glass doors and through the grassy yard to the small patch of private beach. It was quiet except for the sounds of the ocean and Kelsey felt tension she hadn’t realized she was still carrying slip from her body. 

“It’s been years since I’ve been here.” Kelsey murmured softly, almost afraid the sound of her voice would ruin the tranquility. 

“We’re gonna owe your friend a big thank you because this is nice.” Taylor stated. Not only was the view incredible, but Taylor knew just how much Kelsey had needed this weekend away, how much they needed this weekend as a couple to take that next step forward. 

Pausing at the edge of the beach, Kelsey bent over to slip her shoes off, letting her toes dig into the cool sand. It was still far too early in the year for the ocean to be warm enough to even wade in unfortunately, but the feeling of sand between her toes was enough for now. With Taylor tucking her against his side, they walked along their stretch of beach before sinking into the sand side by side just to stare at the ocean. 

“How you feeling Kels?” Taylor asked quietly as his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand. 

“It’s been a tough week and a half…” Kelsey admitted softly. “Hard dealing with emotions I had buried for self-preservation.” 

“I’m sorry…” Taylor murmured, his expression showing her he understood as he leaned over to kiss her head. 

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me T, okay?” Kelsey murmured. “And I don’t want this thing to dominate our lives or our relationship.” The way she let out a breath told Taylor that she wasn’t finished and so he stayed silent for a moment longer. “There is always going to be a part of me that struggles with the experiences of my past but I don’t want this to become something that holds us back T…not when things were so good before.” 

“I’m not gonna lie and say that it doesn’t change things.” Taylor declared knowing that she needed to hear the truth. “Our relationship is never going to be exactly the same as it was. But change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Change can bring healing. Change has and will continue to bring strength. And change means that I love you more deeply than I did before. Yes, things were good, but our future is gonna be even better Kels, this weekend is just the start.” 

The pout on her face and her tense body language told Taylor that she hadn’t liked what she heard and he sighed softly, shifting closer to wrap an arm around her. 

“You having an abortion Kelsey is only going to hold us back…dominate our lives if you let it. Am I probably going to be more cautious about protecting you when we’re intimate because I love you…yes. But if you keep holding onto the trauma you’re carrying that’s what’s going to hurt us. I understand why you buried it for two years because it’s not something that’s easy to deal with alone, but you’re not alone now and you need to start moving through the trauma instead of pretending it doesn’t exist …whether you see a therapist or find a group or even just journal about it. Whatever works for you. I’ll support you however you choose to cope. But doing nothing,  that’s going to be what has the potential to destroy us.” 

Though she hated it, deep down Kelsey knew that Taylor was right and that now that this had all been brought to the surface there was no way she was going to be able to bury it, not without losing everything she loved about her life, Taylor being at the top of that list. 

“I’m gonna try but be patient with me…?” She sighed, tipping her head to rest against his shoulder. 

“Beside you every step of the way.” 

****

Kelsey and Taylor sat on the beach just watching the ocean lap against the shore for over an hour before heading back inside to change out of their sandy clothes. Taylor had certainly given her a lot to think about and so Kelsey was somewhat subdued. 

Dressed in fresh clothes, she moved to the kitchen to start pulling out everything needed to make dinner. Digging through cabinets she found foil, olive oil, and a good steak and vegetable seasoning. As she turned to get things out of the fridge she bumped into Taylor who was holding a glass of wine and looked fondly amused. 

“I lit the fire outside, take this and go sit Kels, I’ve got dinner.” 

“I can…” She started only to be cut off by her boyfriend. “Kelsey, go sit and relax. You did the shopping and the driving, let me make dinner.” 

Knowing that this too wasn’t a battle she was going to win, Kelsey took the wine glass and made her way outside, flopping into one of the comfy chairs near the gas fire pit. 

It was a beautiful day and though Kelsey’s mind was still spinning, she really didn’t want to let her head ruin the weekend. So she just sipped wine and watched the flickering of the fire with the ocean in the background trying to figure out how she could deal with everything so that she didn’t lose the best thing in her life. 

It was scary facing it all head on, which is why she never had. 

After a few minutes, the sliding door opened and Taylor stepped out to start the grill. Before he headed inside he pulled up music on his phone and left it to play from the outdoor dining table. With him leaving the sliding door open, he could hear it just as well from in the kitchen as she could from her spot. Letting out a deep sigh, Kelsey pulled her phone from her pocket to scroll through instagram. 

When she looked up again, Taylor was topping off her wine glass before moving to put foil packets of vegetables on the grill. 

After a few minutes he was back outside with the steaks and once they were on the grill he leaned casually beside it, the weight of his eyes on her. 

The fact that there was still a tension between them killed Kelsey and if she hadn’t cried herself out over the past week, she was certain she would have started at that moment. Instead she took a deep breath and pulled up a book on her phone in an attempt to clear her mind with anything besides what felt so wrong.  

Reading and rereading the same few paragraphs over and over, it wasn’t long before Taylor was pulling things off of the grill. He took it all inside and after a few trips the outdoor dining table had glasses of water on it in addition to two plates full of food and silverware to eat with. 

Taking her glass of wine over, Kelsey settled into the chair Taylor had pulled out for her and set her glass on the table. 

“Looks great T.” She murmured softly, her smile weak. 

He had cooked the steaks perfectly and everything was well seasoned but not overly so. It was absolutely delicious. 

Music continued to play from his phone, filling the otherwise quiet air as neither said much while they ate. 

When plates were cleared, Taylor carried them inside to be washed later and then reappeared grabbing his phone off the table. Not sure what he was doing, Kelsey didn’t think anything of it until Taylor was standing beside her, offering his other hand out to her. 

“Dance with me?” He prompted, pulling her out of the seat once her fingers laced with his. Once she was standing he pressed play on whatever song he had selected before setting his phone down and pulling her away from the table and into his chest. 

I don't love you like I used to

I don't love you just the same

No, I couldn't pretend

Be a liar if I said we haven't changed

Right off the bat, the lyrics echoed everything that Taylor had said just a couple of hours earlier and somehow Kelsey knew this is where he’d gotten that train of thought. 

I love you so much more with every day, ayy

Oh, I'm in too deep to run away, ayy

'Cause you and I been through so much together

And we get closer, the closer we get to forever

There wasn’t much to Taylor’s dancing, it was mostly a sway from side to side as he held her tight, but the way that he sang along with the lyrics of the chorus softly in her ear caused a lump to form in her throat. 

This wasn’t love in the way that kids love, this was love in the way that a man loves a woman, wholly and fully, flaws and all. Taylor had given her glimpses before that they were toeing the forever kind of love but it washed over her now like a raging river. They were both in so far over their heads but Kelsey wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Though the song changed, Taylor’s grip on her didn’t, his body continuing to hold her close while they swayed. Little by little Kelsey’s body relaxed against him and after a few minutes Taylor’s hand swept up to lift her chin so he could kiss her softly and sweetly. 

“We’re good Kels.” He whispered against her lips when he pulled back. “So you gotta stop letting your mind dwell on things that aren’t reality. Just be here…with me.” 

As he kissed her again, Kelsey’s arms slipped up around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss as whatever playlist he had put on continued in the background. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless but that you didn’t want to stop, not even to breathe. 

After a few more minutes of kissing and then a few more dancing, Taylor guided her over to the chairs by the fire, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. 

“Now relax and enjoy the fire and the view with me.” Taylor said softly, just wanting her to stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment they were blessed with. 

Curled in his lap, Kelsey rested her head on his shoulder just looking out as the sun slowly started to set, lighting the sky up in a beautiful palette of color. As it sank beneath the horizon though, the small gas fire did little to stop the chill of the cooling air, and Kelsey shivered. 

“Let’s go inside.” Taylor murmured, feeling her shiver again. Standing from his lap, Kelsey nodded and moved to grab anything else they had left outside while he turned the fire off and grabbed his phone. 

Together they moved inside, turning lights on now that it was dark and Kelsey moved to grab a glass of water while Taylor locked up. 

“I’m assuming you aren’t ready for bed so what do you want to do?” Kelsey asked softly, as Taylor padded toward her. 

“Movie on the couch?” 

Nodding at his suggestion, Kelsey moved to find the remote and turn the tv on to figure out something. While she did so, Taylor turned on the gas fireplace and then settled onto the couch, pulling her onto him. Starting a movie, Kelsey shifted to situate herself in a better position before snuggling into Taylor’s warm body. 

Snuggling Taylor was the best thing. He was solid under her, his hands warm as they trailed light patterns over her skin. And just as it had earlier when he kissed her while dancing, want pooled in Kelsey’s core. 

Adjusting slightly, Kelsey pressed light kisses along Taylor’s jaw seeking his attention. When he glanced away from the movie she kissed the corner of his mouth before moving in for a proper kiss. 

The way Taylor kissed her back made Kelsey sigh happily into his mouth. It was an exploratory kiss, light but enthusiastic. She knew that Taylor was letting her set the boundaries, especially when he urged her to sit up before shifting to lean against the armrest of the couch, keeping her in control while they kissed in a more comfortable position. 

With her arms around his neck, Kelsey deepened the kiss, a soft moan spilling from her throat. With everything that had happened it had been almost three weeks since they’d last had sex and Kelsey’s libido was feeling it. 

She hadn’t even realized that she was grinding down on his lap until Taylor’s hands shifted to still her hips and she saw how dark his eyes were when she paused to breathe. 

Shifting a bit to press her chest firmly against his, Kelsey kissed him again, hot and deep and slowly started to roll her hips despite his hands on them. 

Taylor responded for a moment before pulling back, his grip on her hips tighter. 

“Kels…I need to know if your mind is in control right now or if it’s your hormones.” He asked, his expression soft and full of concern but still laced with the effects of their makeout session. 

Confusion settled onto Kelsey’s face. Why was he asking her that? 

“Kels…the last few weeks have fucked up your mind enough. I don’t want to add to that by having sex before you’re mentally ready just because you’re horny.” 

Though she didn’t mean to, Kelsey couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips. 

“Kels…” Taylor murmured knowing where her mind could wander to if he didn’t stop it. “I want you, you know that. Just need to be sure that us being together isn’t going to trigger something for you because you’re not actually ready.” 

Kelsey appreciated that Taylor just wanted to take care of her but his concern really wasn’t necessary. 

“Taylor…I’m on long term birth control and we use condoms and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me in that way. Is it 100% guaranteed that I won’t get pregnant…no, but it’s pretty damn close and a level of risk I’m comfortable with. Plus as you’ve told me at least a hundred times in the last week I’m not alone anymore on the rare chance the protection fails. I miss you T. I miss feeling like us. The past few weeks haven’t fucked me up that much that you have to worry about me being triggered by being intimate with you.”

“Ok.” Taylor replied, kissing her nose softly. “But if you want to stop at any point all you have to do is say so.” 

Rolling her eyes, Kelsey shoved his chest as she climbed off of him, sending him a look that told him that now he was just being an idiot. 

“Not gonna happen.” She declared, flipping off the tv and moving to turn off the fireplace before retreating to the bedroom with a glance over her shoulder. 

By the time Taylor had locked up and turned all the lights off on his way to the main bedroom he found Kelsey sprawled on the bed in only a pair of light green panties trimmed with black lace and a black satin bra. 

Looking her up and down, Taylor met her gaze, holding it for a long moment before moving across the room to kneel on the bed beside her. 

“Beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss her. 

There was a fire behind Kelsey’s kiss as she returned Taylor’s, one hand sliding up under his shirt along the firm muscles of his back. 

As the kiss continued, Kelsey shifted her free hand to help tug Taylor’s shirt off of his body before whimpering as all his bare skin came on display for her. How lucky was she to have him all to herself? 

When his hand edged under her shoulder, Kelsey arched her back up toward him so that he could pop the hooks on her bra before pulling the satin from her body. 

“T…I need you.” She breathed, pulling him down for another kiss and basking in the feeling of his bare chest on hers. 

“All. Yours.” Taylor mumbled against her mouth between kisses. “After I get a condom.” He added when he pulled away, her complaints following. 

Those complaints fell silent when he pushed both his pants and boxer briefs off of his body after pulling a foil package from his weekend bag. Kelsey was never going to tire of seeing him nude and hard for her. 

“Your show tiger.” He declared as he pulled her on top of him as he fell back on the bed. He wanted her to have the extra control after everything and he certainly couldn’t complain about the fact that she looked like a goddess over him. 

With Kelsey kissing him again, hot but teasing, Taylor tugged at her panties, removing them when she moaned softly into his mouth. As his hands slid back up her body, Taylor quickly ran two fingers through her core finding her as wet as all the times they’d been together previously. With her assurances that both her body and mind were ready, Taylor slipped the condom into her hand. He wanted her to feel confident that it was on properly and that he wasn’t going to hurt her. 

Instead of tearing the condom wrapper open immediately like he had expected, Kelsey instead set it beside her as she straddled his lap and her fingers grazed over his length making him groan and twitch. 

“Kels if you touch me I’m gonna…” He warned, only for her to nod. Still instead of reaching for the condom, Taylor watched as her gaze dropped to his length hard and heavy between his hips where her fingers had been moments before. The way she focused on it made him swallow hard because she seemed to be examining him with her eyes to the point where he almost felt a little self conscious. 

After a minute or two her eyes lifted to meet his and she smiled as she leaned over him. 

“I love you.” She declared softly. “And I hope you know that one of these days I’m going to thoroughly explore your dick even more because it fascinates me.” Her kisses against his lips were light and teasing but full of her love for him and when she pulled back to breathe she finally reached for the condom, tearing it open and pulling it from the wrapper. Pinching the tip she carefully rolled it down his length until he was fully sheathed.

Though Taylor had questions on why she didn’t leave air at the tip he knew that she knew what she was doing and just made a note to ask her about it later. For now he was just going to focus on her and making sure that she was okay and that they both enjoyed this. 

“You’re something else Kels.” Taylor mumbled as she shifted over him. “And for the record…I love you too.” 

As his last words fell from his mouth, Kelsey started sinking down over him, immediately surrounding him in the tight warmth of her body. 

“Oh….” She breathed, pausing before continuing to lower herself, little gasps escaping her. 

Sliding his hands over her thighs to her hips, Taylor supported her as she took him fully. 

There really was nothing like feeling her like this. 

After a moment her walls fluttered around him as she got comfortable and then she slowly started raising and lowering herself over him in a slow but steady pace. 

Focusing on her face, Taylor kissed her softly trying to help her relax and enjoy so that the pleasure could wash over her. And by focusing on her, it was easier to control his own dick so that he didn’t cum before she did. 

Eventually, Taylor could feel her legs wobble a little as she started to tire and he broke the kiss to meet her gaze. 

“Sides okay?” He questioned, only shifting them once she had nodded, dipping her head to his shoulder for a short rest. 

Carefully, Taylor lifted her off of him before rolling them to their sides and positioning her in a way he could carefully slip back inside of her. 

Holding her close, his movements were still slow as he ground against her between gentle thrusts. 

“Cum for me love.” He urged whispering softly into her ear. With Kelsey clinging tighter to him, Taylor kissed softly over her face and slid a thumb to rub at her clit until she was clamping down around him as her orgasm rolled over her body drawing tears from her eyes. With his following before hers had even ended, Taylor gently worked them both though the lingering waves before pulling out and holding her close. 

When Kelsey looked up at him she wiped the tears away and kissed him, a relaxed and sated smile on her lips. 

“So did you bring more condoms or do we need to add them to the shopping list?” 

Yeah…this weekend was gonna be good for them.