#drove me out of my mind so much i started having ideas for stories again

[finalgirlgretchen]

writing short stories is so funnnnn. they don't tell u this

[foldingfittedsheets]

One of my earlier jobs in life was at a little pizza place. I worked there when it was first starting up. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from and it was because a new manager came in and cleaned house. Because my state requires a reason to be fired he said I used too much pepperoni. So now on job applications I get to write that I was fired for “excessive use of pepperoni.” Never fails to get a laugh.

Anyway! For this story to make sense I’ve first got to set the stage. This pizza place started out as the Wild West of management but one of the original investors was super committed to work programs through the prison. We hired a ton of ex convicts and they were all, to a one, super hyped on Christianity. Like born again for the sole purpose of lauding Christ with their every breath.

I hadn’t been working there long but I’d definitely noticed the Jesus bug had gone around, and as I’ve never been religious at all I tried to steer clear of the topic for my own safety.

The day our story takes place, I was folding boxes. Anyone whose ever worked pizza can attest, there’s so much box folding. It’s something that happens at every lull, the pizza machine demands box folding on a grand and epic scale.

On my right folding his stack of boxes was a guy wider than he was tall, made of pure muscle, Corey. He was newer on staff, and due to a stutter he didn’t talk much. All I knew about him was that he got hired through the rehabilitation program and had done time.

On my left folding was a tall middle-aged woman who loved to yell at me, Cindy. She and I rubbed each other the wrong way and had nothing in common, leading to a tense working relationship.

We folded boxes in silence. This was really my best case scenario as a quiet Cindy was a Cindy not riding my ass, and Corey intimidated me.

But the weight of the silence grew too much for Cindy, who finally said, “I really want to go to bible school.”

I folded a box. I had less than no idea what bible school even was and I didn’t want to get sucked into a religious topic.

On my right Corey said, “W-why, Cindy?”

“Well, cause I believe what’s in the Bible, but I just don’t know it all.”

He nodded sagely to this.

Cindy continued, “And every time I sit down to read the Bible I get real sleepy. And I know it’s the devil.”

It’s so hard to convey her tone in written format. It was delivered with the emphasis and exasperation of an inevitable inconvenience. Like, I just know it’s the squirrels eating the bird seed.

I froze in place at this pronouncement. My only exposure to Lucifer was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics and I was trying to mentally twist into a frame of mind where The Morningstar cared enough about this one middle aged lady expanding her knowledge of the Bible that he followed her around cursing her with sleepiness when she picked it up.

I think I expected Corey to say, “Well that’s silly,” or something to acknowledge what a bizarre thing Cindy had just said.

Instead he said, “Yeah!” In a tone of complete agreement.

I didn’t look up. I tried to keep my face neutral at this development.

But something must have shown. Corey said, “You don’t believe in God?”

I shrugged casually and said, “If I did I wouldn’t talk about it at work.”

“C-cause it’s t-true. If y-you t-ry to r-read the B-bible on unsanctif-fied gr-round the d-devil m-makes you s-sleepy!”

I made a noncommittal sound and fled into the back room.

Over the next week it drove me crazy though. The logic of it wouldn’t leave me alone so finally one day when it was just Corey and I in front, and the restaurant was empty, I said, “Hey man, I have a question.”

He shrugged and listened.

“I really don’t mean this with any disrespect, I just genuinely want to know about the logistics-“

“J-ust ask.”

“Okay, so if Cindy gets tired when she reads any book, is it only the devil making her tired when it’s the Bible?”

His face went purple with fury and he yelled, “F-fuck you!” at my retreating back as I fled once more into the back room.

It will forever remain a mystery.

[ryanmarshallryan]

I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

[mskenway97]

Come My Way

I've been listening to a cover of 'Come my way' for a few days now. this story came to my mind.

ROTB Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader

Words :1.215

Summary: You had always learned to keep how you felt in your heart of hearts that everything was under control until someone came along and proved you otherwise.

Warning: g/t fluff, confort, hide feelings

Y/N usually had her problems under control, but this problem was bothering her too much.

No one will come to help you when you are alone. The world is a cruel place and you have to adapt. That was what Y/N's father always told her.

Y/N got to hear those words all her life until she moved to New York, so she could get the job in screenwriting: Y/N got the essence of every action part, serious situations…

But her bosses saw the lack of feeling, the lack of soul….

-I understand, what your bosses mean - Noah said as the two of them were talking on the fire escape of their floor.

Y/N sighed as she looked at him - And the explanation? - Y/N said looking expectantly.

-I have seen your works are excellent… Maybe you should focus on feeling it? Those butterflies in your stomach when you see that person, those thoughts that you would do anything for him?

-What do you mean? - Y/N asked as Noah was taken aback.

-Girl… Having a crush on someone. Come on there must be someone who has caught your heart

Y/N came up with the idea of someone, that someone is over 16 feet tall, who could practically fit in the palm of your hand. He came from space…he was literally a truck. It was because he saw Mirage turned in front of the same fire escape where he was sitting. You found all of them intriguing, but the big truck that appeared before her. Even though it was distant at first…. He approached Y/N in ways she didn't expect.

-Look if you've blushed, then someone," Noah said, teasing her a little.

Y/N nudged him as he got up and walked down the stairs.

-Aren't you coming to the warehouse today? Mirage wanted to show a new dramatic scene for your scripts," said Noah.

-Another day… I have to finish this script any way I can. I'll go to the warehouse as soon as I finish it - said Y/N as he walked away to his house.

Y/N was locked up at home for several days trying to finish the script, she had an internal conflict with her father's words… She started to rethink a lot of things. She just wanted to finish the script… but maybe it was also creating doubts about what she felt.

Until she heard the horn and went out the window to see the Freightliner just down the street flashing its lights. Y/N knew what that meant she went downstairs and changed her clothes. To see the doors were open as she approached the truck. It was a little colder until she bundled up some more. The door closed behind her and she settled in.

-Hi Optimus, I didn't expect to see you here - Y/N said as she felt the belt tighten, she heard a little radio.

-I haven't seen you in the warehouse for a while… Noah said you were making a new script. Are you okay? - Optimus said as he drove to a more secluded road.

-Yeah, it's no problem at all…

-Y/N… You have dark circles under your eyes, red eyes… From what I can tell you're not well," Optimus said as he drove to an open field area away from the people.

It was a wooded area where you could see the lights of New York but far away where calm and silence was all around. The truck opened the door to let you out and transformed in front of you. His transformation was something that had always fascinated you. Giving you again those butterflies you tried to ignore again.

-I'm telling you everything is fine, nothing to worry about," Y/N said trying to sound calm, but with Optimus it had always been different, he always read her like she was an open book.

Optimus knelt down in front of her as he gave her a somewhat serious look and pulled her chin up with his digit.

-Y/N… Tell me

Y/N sighed and began to speak - I'm locked in a love script but see it as empty and devoid of feeling, it also partly confuses me with my own feelings… I mean ideas.

Optimus hummed and took her in his servo bringing her closer to his chassis while Y/N was feeling nervous.

-Transmitting words and actions to people is one of the most difficult things you can do… Y/N just transmit them

-That's easy to say, some people are just afraid of rejection…. Sometimes they think that being left alone is the best thing to do. I mean, who is the person who will be there or the person who will listen to everything you say," said Y/N as he saw his other servo stroking his head.

-Isn't it worth it, at least to have felt it? - said Optimus making his deep baritone make Y/N shiver a little and those butterflies feel stronger.

-But if that feeling is only fleeting? You are afraid of not being worthy? To be worthy… - Y/N said as she fell silent feeling his words in her mind.

"No one will come to help you when you are alone. The world is a cruel place and you have to adapt."

Then in the middle of the mess of mind Y/N felt a soft kiss on her forehead by Optimus, making her blush and leaving her speechless.

-Close your eyes and listen," Optimus said as Y/N didn't hesitate at all in doing so.

She could hear her heartbeat and the buzzing of Optimus' spark as she felt Optimus playing with her hair in his digits.

-It has nothing to do with being worthy or unworthy. But how they both feel… Cybetronians feel deeply we show our feelings to the one we care about… In times of war, we would do the same as you but I have learned several things about your species. We are not so different," Optimus said as he stroked your neck.

Y/N's heart was racing almost a thousand revolutions per minute, feeling every touch, his cool metal touch giving her some comfort. No she wanted it to stop. Her father's words blurred in the atmosphere as the night surrounded only them.

-I wish we'd stay like this. Just like this… - Y/N said without thinking as Optimus smiled.

Y/N was catching the feeling she had long repressed, she thought it was a dream but it was not. It gave her a shiver as she felt the servo tighten a little more and she opened her eyes.

To see those blue optics gazing at him with pure devotion and love to feel her lips meeting his. There were no words needed to say only that they both felt something mutual.

Y/N had understood the feeling, the dream she thought she couldn't make come true. She had forgotten the world to just feel that warmth, that tenderness even though she was a huge metal being despite the differences they would both have.

She would always have someone in the world who would not leave her alone just like him.

Always coming to him no matter what.

[rhey-007]

Driving Home For Christmas

Pierre Gasly x reader || snippet (?) / short story

Summary: Pierre and Yuki got stuck and arrived late to the Christmas Eve making you mad. At least the kids were happy that Santa came.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader, wife reader, mom reader, dad Pierre, husband Pierre

A/N: Just a short story I had in mind :)) Also let me know if I can even call it a snippet or a one shot cause idk ://

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"We're so fucking late... "

Pierre whined hitting his head against the steering wheel, impatient honks leaving the car as they waited in traffic. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to the store to finish up buying present but turned into a shopping spree when Pierre couldn't find anything special for you, instead buying a couple of gifts. When he and Yuki left the mall centre the traffic started to form on the streets and they were fucked.

"Where are you? "

You asked them through the phone as you prepared the Christmas table along Mr. Gasly.

"You were supposed to be back home an hour ago! "

You whisper shouted as to not startle your kids that impatiently awaited their father's and uncle's comeback.

"I know honey, I know... But there was so many people and such long queues that when we left we drove straight into traffic... I promise we'll make it"

Pierre assured you at which Yuki just shook his head. There was no way they were going to make it on time. And they still had to have a few minutes to change into their costumes, as Pierre promised your 3 and 5 year olds that Santa and his elf assistant will visit them just as every year.

"I hope so... Cause if you make kids mad then you can prepare yourself for sleeping on the couch"

You hissed angrily before hanging up.

"I told him to finish it up a few days ago so he would have plenty time to help us today, but of course he didn't listen"

Your father said walking into the kitchen, Pierre's dad agreeing.

"He never did, never does and never will listen"

The older man added. As much as you appreciate their boths company and help, you wished they would drop the topic.

2 hours later Pierre and Yuki were finally by your apartment, changing their clothes in an elevator to soon burst into the flat.

"Ho Ho Ho! Are here some good kids or did we got the wrong floor! "

Gasly's Santa voice sounded through the whole house, making the kids run to the door and hug Santa immediately. The man picked them both up then the four entered the dining room.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look who's here! "

Laura, your 5 year old daughter, shouted happily almost ruining her father's ear.

"Sorry we're late... We tried... "

Yuki whispered to you as you helped him put the presents under the tree.

"It's okay, my husband's the only one to blame"

Hearing you call Pierre 'your husband' instead of just his name, Yuki knew the Frenchman was screwed...

"Santa! "

Your 3 years old son Leo responded to his older sister before their father placed them down and greeted you.

"You're late... "

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you"

He proceeded to kiss your cheek but you pushed pass him and entered the kitchen, to soon come back with a hot pot of borscht and dumplings.

The kids unwrapped their presents happily with Santa's help, as the rest of you finally ate.

"Whe daddy? "

Leo asked, looking up at Pierre wit his big blue eyes.

"He'll come soon. Just as uncle Yuki. Now, give Santa one last hug as Santa and my elf friend have to go visit other kids"

The two hugged him once again while your father took triliard photos, then occupied them while Yuki and Pierre changed.

"Finally... "

The Japanese sighed in relief as he put on his normal clothes.

"You have no idea how itchy that costume was..."

"I imagine"

You chuckled quietly as they came back to the room.

At the end of the day everyone was happy with how the Christmas Eve came out. Even you, although you didn't show it being a little mad at Pierre.

"Pierre"

You warned as you felt him hug you from behind after walking out of the bathroom.

"Don't think you'll get anything after today"

You hissed at which he shook his head.

"I don't expect anything. Just wanted to say sorry. I know I should have done it a long time ago but I just lacked time... I'm sorry... Please don't make me sleep on the couch... "

The man made puppy eyes at you, a trick he learned from your kids. You sighed heavily spinning around and facing him.

"I wasn't going to. But please... Next time be prepared way earlier so I wouldn't have to stress out so much okay?"

"Okay"

"You don't even have an idea how crushed they looked when you were late. I almost cried if it wasn't for our dads to occupy them"

You admitted laying down under the covers. Pierre quickly put on his pajama and joined you, pulling you close to himself and stealing a kiss.

"I can only imagine... I'm sorry once again"

[lovelyjj]

"Please, speak to me." from the prompt list? love your work btw<3

a/n: i got two requests for the same prompt so I decided to write two stories instead of one. sorry it’s so short.

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The night sky was dark. The air was cold and chilly. You were walking to the château to see JJ. Normally, JJ would never let you walk alone at night but he was busy with John B and couldn’t walk you.

You didn’t mind it was fine. You were enjoying your walk when the sidewalk in front of you was illuminated. The headlights of the car that pulled up next to you were bright.

Soon, you recognized the truck belonged to Rafe. He was stopping right next you and he rolled his window down.

“Hey there missy,” Rafe called out.

“What do you want Rafe?” You responded, but you kept walking causing Rafe to drive up to keep in sync with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about us,” Rafe drawled.

“There is no us,” you retorted.

“But there once was,” Rafe added.

You and Rafe had a history. It was way before you and JJ started dating. It was a casual fling but Rafe always made it sound like it was more.

“That was along time ago,” you counter.

“Yeah maybe but if you don’t tell your boy I will,” Rafe smiled maliciously.

“Why are you being like this?” you asked.

“Like what sweetheart?” Rafe smirked.

“Like an asshole.”

“Ouch. Somebody’s in a sour mood.”

“Go home Rafe.”

Rafe stopped his car and got out. He ran out to you. “Y/N!”

You kept walking faster.

“Y/N, stop!” Rafe reached out his hand and got ahold of your arm pulling you back.

“What?” you growled.

“I just don’t want you to forget we had something too.” Rafe looked into your eyes searching for emotion, anything but found nothing but annoyance.

“I’m not going to ask you again, leave!”

By some miracle Rafe drove off after a few unsuccessful attempts to get your attention. You were pissed off and now you had to be around your boyfriend. If you didn’t put on an act you’d be questioned. You didn’t want to explain to JJ your interaction with Rafe.

You also were aware of the fact that Rafe was gonna tell JJ about the two of you if you didn’t do so first. That fact and the fact that Rafe still tries to talk to you made you want to have a meltdown.

Finally, you arrived at the château, dreading the conversation you were about to have. When you walked into the château JJ could tell something was wrong.

“Hey what’s up? You made it, thank god.” JJ acknowledged.

“Yeah I’m here. Just tired.”

“Do you want anything to eat?” JJ asked.

“No thanks I’m ok.”

JJ could sense that there was something bothering you and he couldn’t figure it out.

“What’s wrong?” JJ questioned.

“Nothing.”

“Please, speak to me,” JJ begged.

“JJ I can’t,” you replied.

“Yes you can just talk to me I know something’s wrong.” JJ tried to keep his voice calm as he wanted you to tell him all your troubles.

“Alright fine. I ran into Rafe on my walk here,” your voice was shaky.

“That son of a bitch, what did he do to you?” JJ spoke protectively.

“Nothing he just talked with me,” you put your lips together forming a tight line.

“Oh. Well what did he say?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you and I don’t know how your gonna react,” you hesitated.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything,” JJ soothed.

“Well um me and Rafe sorta had a thing way before our relationship,” you cringed hoping JJ didn’t take this the wrong way.

“How serious was it?”

“It was a little serious, but nothing compares to us, to you.”

“As much as I hate the idea of you with Rafe, I’m glad you told me. I appreciate it.” JJ let himself smile.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You gave JJ a look of apology.

“No worries baby, Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, like a weight has been lifted off me.”

“Good.”

“I love you,” you spoke sincerely.

“I love you too.”

[jadeee]

Golden Frame

After your date at the art museum, Nanami shows you how much you mean to him.

Word count: 2.6k

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Author's Note: We can call this a self-insert...

Music played softly in the background as Nanami drove towards your date destination. You looked beautiful, as always. He was enjoying your company, as always ... but something felt different. His eyes were still on the road but every now and then they glanced over to your bare legs in the passenger seat. It was the first time you wore a skirt. A soft crease formed between his brows while he crafted theories in his mind. When you were looking out the window, he glanced at your lips... no lipstick. He faced forward with knitted brows but the crease softened at the sound of your voice.

"Do you have a favorite art piece?"

"... actually, I'm not sure ..." he answered half shocked, "I haven't been to an art museum in a while so I look forward to going."

"Really?! This is one of my favorite places."

"That makes it all the more special." 

He wanted to reach over and take your hand in his but he recalled how nervous you were the last time you two were together. Alone and on his couch. More importantly, how you seemed to shrink into yourself when his hands reached for your hips and how you kept repeating "I'm sorry, I can't,". He prided himself on being patient, when it mattered, and you mattered to him; so, he simply smiled at you instead.

 Your eyes scanned the room and took in the large golden frames, various sculptures, and prints on the wall. Nanami happily followed you to the first thing that caught your eye. The two of you spent the next few minutes walking near each other, only to lean over then whisper about the artwork you were studying.

"How do you think they do it?"

"With patience and practice." he silently repeated the words to himself.

"I have an idea,"

The golden haired man faced you. Oddly enough, he looked like one of the men in the paintings in that moment. Strong and stern with a hidden softness that only the artist could capture.

"Why don't we split up and meet back here in thirty minutes? We can show each other our favorite piece."

"Okay," he nodded then watched you start to walk off. 

You walked along a glass pane which held a large painting toward the center. He followed your every step on the opposite side and a smile blossomed on his face whenever you glanced back at him. When you reached the end and saw he wasn't there, your smile shrunk. However, our love drunken fool was standing in the center of the painting, watching the scene unfold. When he thought about it, he felt light like a Monet painting. As his eyes scanned the artwork on the walls, he couldn't help but see your face.

You were standing in front of a sculpture when he approached you from behind.

"Has it been thirty minutes already?"

"No," he slid his hands in his pockets "I just couldn't resist."

The soft laugh that came from you filled his heart. He read the title card of the sculpture, Psyche Revived By Cupid's Kiss.

"Are you familiar with their story?"

"I am. You kind of remind me of him."

The corner of his lip turned up, "How?"

"You hide yourself sometimes ... at least until you trust others."

He looked forward and tried not to smirk at your well thought analysis.

As you two stood side by side once again, you felt his fingertips brush against your hand. Without hesitation, you took them in yours.

Your heart beat faster as you crossed the threshold. He helped you out of your jacket then set aside your purse while you took off your shoes. The wheels turned and creaked in your mind as he offered you a drink. You responded with your choice of poison before making your way to the couch - where it always started and ended. Kento's shoulders dropped slightly when his eyes landed on you sitting on the couch. He studied your frame as he handed you your glass. Grateful for the liquid courage, you quietly thanked him and hoped it would ease your anxieties.

Too nervous to stay still, you rose to your feet and studied what little art Nanami did have on the wall. 

"Do these mean anything?"

He stayed in his seat "No, not really. It's just for decoration."

"Hm ... If you did have art with meaning though, what would you have?" you faced him with a playful smirk.

He sipped his drink to hide the effect you were having on him. "Well," he stood then walked toward you "Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss."

"Oh, you're just saying that because we saw it earlier."

"No, I'm saying that because it means something to me."

When you felt his hands hold your face, you backed into the table behind you.

"What's that?" you held his gaze.

He pressed his lips against yours in a soft and tender kiss in response. His body felt warm as your hands finally held him for the first time that night. Within minutes, you ended up where you always do on nights like this: the couch, his couch, with him hovering over you and your fingers starting to comb through his hair when you say,

"I cant, I'm sorry." you cover your face.

His hands pressed into the couch cushion. 

"What's wrong?" his hands gently pull yours away from your face, "You can talk to me."

Your eyes dart to the wall then back up at him "I'm just a bit ... embarrassed. I try to control myself around you but I can't."

A soft smile showed on his face "You don't have to."

"I know but ... I don't want to get my hopes up and it doesn't last." your eyes flicked up at him "Us, I mean. Not the sex." You chuckled nervously from the simple misunderstanding and covered your face again.

He smiled to himself as he pulled your hands down again.

"Hi."

You grinned, "Hi."

He cupped your cheek in his hand, "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

Your heart skipped a beat when he continued to caress your skin as you tried to find the words.

"Because I don't know who I am around you. It's like I become this whole other person..."

His hazel eyes noticed the softness and slight fear in your eyes paired with the small sound of your voice. The softness coupled with the ounce of fear and the hope that he'd understand. When he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and felt you grip the sides of his shirt, he suppressed a moan.

"You're my girlfriend," and possibly my wife, he thought to himself "and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side."

Your lips faltered when you tried to respond but he saw the tears form in your eyes and only saw fit to wipe them away.

"I'm your what?"

"You're my girlfriend," and Mrs. Kento - in - waiting, he planted a kiss on your forehead.

His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth which was stuck in a shocked grin, "What?"

"Nothing... it's... we haven't had that talk yet and I didn't know..." you ended the sentence with a chuckle.

"I should've made it more obvious," Nanami gave you another gentle kiss then got up from the couch. He grabbed your glasses and headed toward the kitchen "We can talk if that's what you wa--"

It took everything he had to not drop the glass cups when you tugged on his shirt and pulled him toward you in a kiss. The two of you held onto each other as he walked backwards to the nearest counter top and set the glasses down. You let out a loud laugh when he picked you up unexpectedly and carried you to his room.

His kisses started out sweet and innocent but with each second he spent holding you, gripping your skin, you felt his hunger. It'd been a while so you couldn't blame him. Plus you were wearing that skirt. Not to mention, the way you purposely left those top buttons undone on your blouse. He was hovering over you again, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck when he confessed "I lied earlier when I was talking about my favorite art piece. It wasn't that painting I pointed out. It's you."

Despite the compliment and the sincerity behind it, he saw the slight doubt in your eyes.

"You're gorgeous and no picture can ever fully capture that."

You smirked and laughed.

"You don't believe me?"

"I didn't say that," you sat up slightly and he moved to give you some space.

"What is it then?"

You tilted your head as you mulled it over then nodded "Okay, maybe I don't believe it." 

Although you tried to play it off, Nanami still had that aura of stern softness on his face.

"Would it help if I show you?"

A smirk showed then and you felt something you'd only felt on lonely nights; yet this time you weren't alone or lonely. Your nod gave Nanami the permission he needed and so desperately craved. Despite his seemingly insatiable appetite for you, he moved with a slow, passionate deliberateness. His tongue pushed into your mouth as his hands wrapped around your torso, with his legs straddling you so you didn't have anywhere to go. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to cherish you. He wanted to treat you like art, a masterpiece. Careful, slow and steady, meticulous.

His mouth worked down your neck and made a short visit to your chest. Your breath picked up as his kisses continued downward, slowly peeling away the layers that were between you two. His eyes looked up at you when he slipped off your skirt. A small smirk rested on his face when he saw your brows go up and mouth part slightly in anticipation.

The soft kisses on your inner thigh elicited a moan from you. The sound alone was enough for him then but he wouldn't stop. Not because he wasn't satisfied but because he wasn't done worshipping you yet. Your noises filled the room as he licked, nipped, and sucked on you. When your hands gripped at his hair, he moaned and you felt the hum move throughout your body. He pushed his tongue deeper to get more of your taste.

"Na- Ken-," your thighs started to close in on him but he didn't budge. When you started to push him away, he felt conflicted. He decided to pull back slightly, "Do you want me to stop?"

"I-" you moaned at your ongoing orgasm and he gently rubbed at your bud.

"Fuck, Nanami." you whined softly as you pressed your head deeper into the pillows.

His fingers moved in a slow circular motion as he inched closer to your face "Do you want me stop?" he asked again softly then put his mouth on your nipple. The feeling of his tongue going over your flesh gave you goosebumps. 

"N-no," you stammered with eyes shut.

"Are you sure?" his fingers moved a bit faster at your bud.

You started to pant and nodded helplessly. He smiled at the scene then kissed your cheek, "I won't go easy on you." His fingers slipped inside of you effortlessly as his mouth attached itself to your bud once more. You cried out and gripped his hair which made him grunt... which made you cum... which only made him push his tongue deeper into you.

You moaned then moved against his mouth. He wouldn't admit it but he was already thinking about wedding bands in his head then. When you came on his fingers, he pulled them out and replaced them with his tongue.

"I can't take it!" you clutched onto his sheets which you perfectly ruined as soon as you two started this little dance. He pulled back for a short moment only to say "Yes, you can," he kissed your bud "you're doing so good."

"Nanami," you whimpered as he continued to make out with your cunt. He wasn't satisfied until you started to climax and even then he wasn't done.

Moments later, he was pounding into you, gripping the headboard in one hand and holding yours in the other. At one point, you both heard a crack but didn't pay it any mind. He was kissing your face and neck until he started to reach his own climax; when he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder and grunted repeatedly. You were already on your umpteenth wave of ecstasy by then. All you could do was clutch onto him and that was enough.

This must be what it's like to feel at peace, Nanami held you in a warm embrace. The last few minutes consisted of you two being like this. Holding each other, drawing imaginary lines on skin, and smiling whenever you looked into the other person's eyes. The only difference was that his smile remained even when his eyes weren't locked on yours. He couldn't look away and he didn't want to, even if it did seem creepy.

You noticed the soft look on his face, "What?"

"I'm just admiring you, that's all."

He didn't expect you to say anything back but he was grateful for your small smile.

"I was going to wait but I think now is a good time."

You watched him with raised brows as he reached for something. He handed you a postcard which had your favorite piece of artwork on the cover. You took it in your hands then flipped it over and read his handwriting on the back:

Truly beautiful but I can think of something better.

When you looked at him, you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

"Thank you."

He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.

Normally, he'd be making coffee by now but he decided to indulge himself. Besides, how could he leave you in bed alone? He didn't want you to wake up and think the worst. You could talk a good game but you were the nervous type. He traced the curve of your brow lightly with his fingertip and chuckled when you crinkled your nose.

When you did wake up, he was there, ready to greet you with a soft smile. You were half awake and only heard the word 'breakfast' to which you just nodded. He chuckled to himself when you held onto his hand as he tried to get out of bed. A gentle blush spread across his cheeks as he sat down by your side again.

"Take all the time you need." he rested his lips against your forehead for a brief moment then caressed your cheek, which would become a daily habit. With your eyes still shut, you took his hand in yours and kissed it, tucking it under your chin as if it were for safe keeping. Nanami found himself moving closer to you so you could rest your head in his lap.

After a few minutes, he reluctantly left the room to cook breakfast and so you could get more rest if need be. Soon the smell of whatever he was making woke you from your dreams. You held your hands behind your back as you stepped into the kitchen. When he faced you, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks at the sight of you in his shirt and boxers.

"Do you have to work today?"

He leaned against the counter as he took in the view of his favorite artwork "I can be a few minutes late."

Later, when his colleague asked why he was late, Nanami simply responded "I had some important business to tend to."

Author's Note: Just when I thought I was done writing for Kento, I come up with this. He really does smthn to me 🤧anyway, thanks for reading! As always, reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated 💓

p.s.: i think the painting he would've picked as his favorite would've been something like a house on a hill. he yearns for tranquility {and domesticity} so a simple painting like that would tug at his heart strings.

[mvltisstuff]

Hello! ✨🤭 Here it continues to be July 23. So happy friendship day 🥺 maybe we are not very, very, very, very, very, very close friends. But your writings are a band-aid to my heart. Thank you for writing the two Next Step requests and the Skyfall one I sent. I think I'm asking for too many requests. Sorry 🙈

But thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you very much. ✨

Well, could you make a request for Evan Buckley, please 🙈 with the song Genius by LSD ft. Sia.

Imagine like a second part of the previous Skyfall write up. Well this time the media and fans started to speculate about reader and Buck's relationship. This after the leak of some photos in which reader supposedly kissed outside the set to his co-star (not yet decided by the actor 🙈). And the rumors intensified the moment his co-star hinted at something off set. Reader is upset about it.

But then Buck is a ge-ge-ge-genius.

He had learned how the entertainment milieu works and how to protect his girlfriend and current fiancée. (it's just a thought) 🙈 🤭

Have a nice day and thank you very much 🤗✨

-Here little bell 🧚

genius (skyfall cont.) - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif by @meep-meep-richie

a/n: your requests are beautiful like you, thank you again 🩷 also i hope you don’t mind that the actor is unnamed, i didn’t know who to put

the photos leaked day after the scene that y/n had to do. the whole picture was taken out of context, fans unknowingly posting that she was in public with another man. the movie was filmed in a small town in california, one that looked simple and calm before the paparazzi and camera crew set up.

y/n knows all the tricks of the media by now from being in the industry. she’s memorized every way people can twist a story or photo. especially since she revealed her relationship with buck at the oscar’s.

buck knew that she had to kiss other guys for work, but he didn’t diminish her for it. there was no need, he knew she loved him and no one else. the way she looked when he walked in or told her stories from work, he felt like a hero. he was, in her eyes.

when her co-star was brought on set, y/n was delighted. she loved his work, and was confident in their abilities to work together. they were great friends, going to lunch and introducing him to buck. there were more photos of them being released, so people assumed y/n was sneaking around. it didn’t sit right with her at all, because actors don’t get the same amount of scrutiny for that as actresses do.

y/n let it pass by, knowing that she and buck are the only important things now, and they know the truth. they don’t need people online to tell their fake business. she only started to squirm at the though when she noticed the star getting closer to her, and talking to her more. he flirted with her relentlessly, and y/n just tried to remove herself. after a pretentious day of filming, y/n drove back to her place where buck was waiting.

“hey!” he smiles when she walks in the front door. “how was your day?”

y/n places her stuff on the hooks and her purse on the table. she walks over to stand next to buck, who wraps his arms around her. “it was alright, a lot of stunts today.”

“something sounds off, did something happen?”

“no, it’s just…” she paused. she didn’t want to upset buck or worry him, but she wants to confide in someone about what she’s feeling. “he won’t stop hitting on me, and i wish he wouldn’t. i feel bad, but he knows i have a boyfriend.”

“do you want me to say something?”

“no, it’s fine. i can handle it,” y/n sighs, pulling herself away from buck. “we can order out tonight.”

bucks mind was filled with ideas about the acting community. how she has to watch her every move around people, and how viewers take information. he wanted to stop this guy from trying to hit it off with his girlfriend, but he didn’t want to cause anything. everyone knows everyone in los angeles, and it would surely get out if he made a huge deal of it.

buck had a plan instantly. the next day when he got to work, he requested bobby to borrow the truck with a few others. he tapped his fingers on his knee in excitement to see y/n at work, but also for her to see him again. he doesn’t usually boast, but it makes him feel really good. plus, she loves the uniform. he pulled into the parking lot with his near uniform and badges, adjusting himself and his hair as he walked in.

“we’ll have to test the cameras, and then-“ the director was speaking to her team before noticing buck and a few other firefighters around her. “can we help you?” she asks politely to the crew.

“we just got reports of a suspicious smell,” buck replies. “just want to make sure it’s not a gas leak or anything of the sort,” he looks around at the group of actors before spotting y/n who has a knowing smirk on her face. he barely manages to conceal his own instead of the gentle work smile.

“of course,” says the director. a few of the others move around. everyone knows buck, the guy dating y/n. but, he’s the man y/n loves, so when he walks over it’s clear on her face. he plants his hands on her arms, kissing her cheek and slightly glaring at her main actor.

“suspicious smell, huh? how creative,” y/n teases.

“i wanted to see you, and he’s lucky he didn’t get caught,” y/n laughs, looking him up and down in his uniform.

“you know i love seeing you in this,” she whispers raspy.

“don’t get too worked up, baby,” buck winks, making y/n’s eyes roll and push him away jokingly. “i have to get back, i’ll see you tonight?”

“you know it,” y/n tells him, watching him walk away with his gear and the slightly pale face of her costar from the stare buck gave him.

[brrbrina]

echoes

part: 2/?

pairing: joe burrow x og!c

warnings: cheating, angst, fluff (?), pregnancy (?) and i think that´s it.

The day after Joe left the house for the very first time, Kendall felt a wave of sadness take over her body. She was devasted, and tired, she constantly woke in the middle of the night as if the house she was sleeping in was haunted.

Every single part of that bed smelt like him, every part of her body was once kissed by the lips of a man who had kissed someone else and she despised that. She felt like her world stopped, when they met, falling in love was not on her plans, and falling in love with a man like Joe wasn´t what she wanted.

"I think we should go with the big backyard one," Joe said hugging her from the back, "This way our babies would have the space to run, and then the babies of our babies" he chuckled putting his lips against the back of her head, Kendall smiled and closed her eyes; it was one of the moments she felt like her life made sense in only a way love makes you feel.

Now, that memory pained her, she was tied to him for life, for two entries now, she didn´t know what to do. The night Kendall found out she was pregnant -again-, happiness took over her body, brainstormed ideas of how she would tell her big baby and the love of her life the good news. The night she confronted Joe became savory, the memory of her telling the news to the father of her son was stained by betrayal and insincerity.

"I made waffles and fresh orange juice" Joe smiled at her showing the plates in the breakfast bar, which was once planned down to the smallest detail. "I think you should go" Kendall sighed "Natalie has a friend coming over today for a playdate and I don´t want her to create a false story on her head in which you come back here and we live happily ever after".

"Who is Mat?" Joe asked her and Kendall looked at him with surprise, "You do know I'm the father of Natalie and that baby you´re carrying right? You are not messing up the mind of my children with that man coming and hanging with them..." Kendall stopped him "You have a lot of nerve telling me I´m the one "messing" with her mind when you were fucking someone else" Joe looked down.

"While Natalie was sleeping here, happy that her daddy won a game so she could tell her friends in school he was the best, you were putting your dick inside another woman, so no, I'm not messing anything up, you did" water filled her eyes and her voice trembled when she stopped "You took away the happiness of being pregnant with MY baby and turned into a grey cloud above me every single day" she felt her knees weak.

"I hate you so much Joe, I hate you because a part of me needs you like a drug I'm addicted to, and I hate you because you destroyed the life WE built together, my kids will grow up in a broken home and the worst part of all is that I will never tell them what you did, that´s the difference between me and you. I´m putting them on top of everything and you didn´t even think twice about the damage you would cause" She said sobbing, and Joe felt his blood drop to his feet.

He left Kendall´s place and drove to the condo he was living in at the moment, he found no motivation in anything, he missed the chaos of his past life. He remembered clearly when he and Kendall got married.

"... You have filled my life with colors and turned it into a musical every time you´re near me. I promise to love you and take care of you and the family we will hopefully soon start. There is not a day where I take you for granted, waking up beside you it´s a pleasure and something I will love to grow old with.

You are the woman of my dreams, the best road trip partner, and the comedic duo made for me, I will make sure to remind you that I´m the man that I am because of you. That every mole on your body holds a million I Love You´s you will hear forever. I´m so happy that I´m becoming Mr. Carter" Kendall chuckled "I know you´re the designer but you´re the muse of my life, of every romantic, naughty, or funny thought that comes to my mind you´re the one I see. I love your laugh and I will try my best to come up with the biggest dad jokes so I can crack a small out of you. Here´s to a lifetime of love, I love you, Kenny."

He didn’t have the guts to admit when he stopped loving her because he wasn't sure if he ever stopped.

People always say you don´t know what you have until it´s gone and he realized that too late, when he met Jackie, he loved the adrenaline of starting a romance again. But now it was painful, he missed everything about Kendall. The way she always made him choose the color of her nail polish or how the pantry was always stocked with Joe´s favorite candy.

How was he so naive to lose his soulmate, the mother of his kids, the love of his life but also his best friend. He hated his life now, a life without her or his kids was a living nightmare, his baby was about to be born, and he hadn´t seen a single eco photo of him. Kendall was sad and blue all the time, the only thing keeping her going was her babies and the company she worked so hard for.

She missed Joe, she couldn´t forget him, and she was tired, she was about to give birth and her life would be upside down once again.

"God I miss you so much" was the first sentence that came out of her mouth when she boldly called Joe at 1 am, she had been crying nonstop, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was the love of her life.

He showed up that night, and he stayed there. It was pointless for him to go home when his pregnant ex-wife was almost about to give birth.

The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions, their baby was born, Joe wasn’t there when he arrived to this world. He was on a work trip when baby burrow arrived and everything happened too quick. Kendall went into labor at 7 am and her baby came out of the womb right away. He looked so much like Joe, it was a very strange feeling, when Natalie was born. He was there, he held her hand as she was pushing their baby girl into a world in which they would do anything to make her happy. That was the only promise Joe made to Kendall that she was sure he would keep.

The new baby mama had been crying nonstop, she wasn’t sure of how she would manage her life now as a single mom with a soon to be a 6 year old.

“How are you doing?” Joe said entering the room with ballons and flowers, Kendall started to cry again. They weren’t in bad terms now, they will share the most important thing on their lives forever. There are science fairs, dance recitals, birthdays, christmas and thanksgiving they will have to share.

“I’m not gonna lie, i’m very scared” Kendall said holding her tears. “Kenny you’ve done this before, you are the best mom ever, Natalie and baby are so lucky that you’re their mother” Joe said smiling with teary eyes. “I know i’ve done this before but i wasn’t doing it alone you know?” The guilt eat Joe alive every second of the day. “Hey, i’m not going anywhere, i can stay home until baby is a bit older” Kendall chuckled, and then start to cry again “What’s wrong?” Joe looked at her concerned “Everything Joe, our baby is here and we don’t even have a name for him, and Natalie keeps asking when is her daddy coming home and i’ve run of ways of explaining her why he’s not” She cried “I hate my new life, I hate going grocery shopping alone and carrying everything by myself, i hate driving everywhere and i really really miss you Joe” he was crying when she said that.

“I know I fucked up, and no amount of sorry’s will mend what I did, we can work this out, for the fourth of us - “ He was interrupted by the nurse entering with baby burrow after checking that everything was okay with him, Joe saw him for the first time and started crying, he held him in his arms and the nurse walked out of the room. “He looks so much like Natie” he whispered and Kendall giggled as she wiped her tears away. “Both of them look like you it’s not fair” she said crossing her arms “We can always try and make one that looks like you” Joe smirked and Kendall’s mind went numb, she didn’t had and expression on her face “Sorry maybe that was too much” he cleared his troat.

“I will make you fall in love with me again, I promise my love” he kissed her forehed and that was the last thing Kendall heard before she fell asleep. And she was so happy to hear that.

a/n! Hiii, i hope you like this chapter, i think the next one it’s the last one of our little series. :) I’ll try to post over the weekend but i don’t promise anything. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. And i would love to hear you thoughts on this chapter and how do you expect the next one will be!!

[rainmustfallts4]

Forget Me Not… (Short Story)

Theme: Forget Me Not

Challenge/Month: Monthly Simlit Short Story/March 2023

Genre: Angst

Word/Picture Count: 1,000 words/12 pictures

Original Note: This is the first time in a long time that I’ve whipped up something for MSSS and I feel a bit rusty, to be sure. Why did this turn out as pure angst? I have no idea, that’s just where the prompt took me lol I also used Bluebells to represent Forget Me Nots because it’s the only blue flower that resembled it. The house used in this fic is “Family Farmhouse” made by eggiebabe on the gallery with a few edits to better fit the story.

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For as long as I can remember, there has always been a baby blue flower on my bedside table every morning. I have no idea where they come from and, when I asked my mom about it, she always said that I probably put it there and just forgot about it. At first, I was adamant that I had nothing to do with it, but she insisted. After years of being told this, I started believing it myself.

Was I sleepwalking? I had no idea, but it worried me because I knew it wasn’t normal. I tried staying up to catch the culprit multiple times, but sleep always claimed me. As I got older, life started to get harder and I started to forget about them, despite still finding them every morning. I was so focused on other things that the flowers became insignificant to me. I started to ignore them and they started to pile up on the table.

And then, one day, they just stopped. The flowers disappeared and no new ones appeared in their place. I was relieved at first but then I started to feel lonely. It felt like something important was missing from my life. It drove me nuts because I couldn’t figure it out. I became obsessed with trying to remember. My grades started to slip because I skipped class. My friends got tired of asking me to hang out only for me to tell them that I was too busy.

“If you want to be alone that badly, fine!” exclaimed my friend after turning down her invite again. “It takes two people to make a friendship work and I’m tired of chasing you.”

“I never asked you to chase me!” I snapped back.

But my heart ached as she stomped away angrily. For the first time in a long time, I was officially alone and it was my own doing. Why did I say that? Why did I push all of my friends away? I didn’t have an answer and I honestly felt like I was losing my mind but that forgotten memory kept clawing at the edge of my mind. It was just out of reach and every time I got close, it slipped farther away.

Eventually, I was kicked out of university, fired from my job, and kicked out of my apartment. I had to move back in with my mom which I absolutely hated because all we did was argue about the smallest things. No matter how hard I tried, she just knew exactly what buttons to press to upset me and there’s only so much a single sim can take before they blow up.

“Do you think you can manage to clean the attic this time or do I need to ask you five more times?” questioned my mother, giving me an attitude as she headed for the front door.

“I already told you, I didn’t clean it yesterday because I got called in for a job interview,” I replied, trying to keep my annoyance hidden to avoid another fight.

“Which you didn’t even get,” she scoffed, sending me a pitying look. “Try harder.”

I waited until she was out the door before I started to curse, releasing all of my frustration into the universe so it didn’t eat away at me. I had enough of that already.

With a sigh, I headed up into the attic and got to cleaning. I don’t think anyone had been up there in decades because everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. Cobwebs filled every corner and I could only pray to Gleb that there were no spiders lurking in the dark corners, waiting to pounce.

A few hours passed and I was nearly done cleaning when I came across a shoe box. It was shoved into the corner, half hidden beneath an old dresser. As soon as my eyes fell on it, I felt this… overwhelming sadness wash over me and I just wanted to cry. My hands trembled as I reached for the box and it took me a minute to steel myself before I could finally open it.

Inside lay a bunch of photographs. The rubber band that had been holding them together had broken over time, leaving them scattered around the box. I picked up the first one – it was a picture of me at the park, enjoying an ice cream cone despite it being the dead of winter.

I chuckled. Even back then I loved the cold. Some things never change, I guess.

I picked up another photo – it was me and my mom mid-argument. Yeah, some things really never change.

I shook my head, reaching for the third photo – it was a young boy looking for frogs. My brow furrowed in confusion. Who is this? From that angle, I could only just see the side of his face, but that pond… it’s near my house. I used to hang out there when I was younger, talking to the frogs.

Reluctantly, I set the photo down and picked up another – it was me and the young boy, standing side by side with our arms around each other and smiles on our faces.

It hit me like a freight train. Dylan Crowley, the only kid that made an effort to befriend me. He was my best friend, my only friend. The memories came flooding back to me, bringing with them a wave of sadness and pain. I remember now… Dylan died just a couple days shy of his 12th birthday. He drowned in that pond because he jumped in to save me…

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I shakily set the photo down. There was one left and taped to it was a dried, light blue flower. The picture was the two of us again but, this time, he was giving me the flower.

My heart ached as I cried out in pain. How could I have forgotten the most important person in my life?

[michelleleewise]

I know your not taking requests rn, but I think this would be a really good idea and I don’t want to forget.

So the reader is an aspiring author/artist, whatever u want. They always go to Loki for ideas and help articulating ideas/anatomy. Again, whatever.

One day he comes into their room, and sees the reader crying. When he finally calms the reader down enough to speak, he learns that the reader had accidentally knocked over their water bottle, spilling it on (device), and lost all their work.

Whatever happens next is up to you!

Again, I know your not taking requests rn, but I think it’s just a really cute idea and I’m going to kick myself if I start writing smthn other than the 12+ docs I have open.

Hope u have a great day! I really dont mind I’d u don’t do this, I just wanted to put it out into the abyss. 😁

Also, I absolutely love your stories, they are my only source of dopamine rn! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Heeeeeeey!!!!!!! Sorry this took me a minute to get to!!!!!! I have also had too many to keep up with hahaha but......I'm doing this!!! Thank you so much for sending me this, i hope i did it justice and i did ok, and thank you for all the love and support!! Your aaaaaamazing!!!! Here we go....

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Let Me Help

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: crying, a disastrous anniversary, a broken computer..... and all the fluff imaginable

Summary: you are an aspiring author working on your first book, when an accident derails your plans...

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout

You grabbed your pen and paper, making sure to save your progress on your computer before scooting the chair back to hunt for your lover. You were writing your very first romance novel and you needed his perspective. When you began this endeavor he was nothing if not supportive, telling you how proud he was that you were doing what you loved, and offered his assistance with anything you needed, and to be honest you were more then grateful. Who better to ask advice from then a thousand year old God who has probably read every book in existence.

You walked into the living room seeing him settled in his chair, book in hand of course blowing on a cup of tea "Hello love, how is the writing coming?" He asked smiling up at you "Loki...when did you know you loved me?" You asked sitting on the ottoman in front of him "from the minute I laid eyes on you." He purred as you stared blankly at him making him laugh "ok, real answer." He said sitting up a bit "I would say it had to be our one year anniversary, do you remember?" He asked watching you "God Loki, that was the worst night ever." You laughed remembering that fateful evening.

You had just bought a brand new dress, emerald green silk that hugged every inch of you, pairing it with strappy black heels. You had had your hair and make up done professionally and made sure everything was perfect. Loki had come to pick you up, wearing your favorite suit that made you want to climb him like a tree, where you had set off for the evening, until one disaster after another hit in full force. First, as soon as you stepped outside a cab drove past a puddle spraying water all down your front making you gasp...loki had magicked you dry but it wasn't looking good. You made it to the restaurant finding they were out of half the menu when a waiter past by with a flaming you didn't know what and got to close to your hairspray coated hair igniting it, causing you to panic when another waiter dumped a bucket of water over your head.

You sat back at the table as Loki stared at you wide eyed "Darling, did you want to call it a night?" He asked standing up "no, no its ok. Its over let's....just enjoy dinner." You smiled seeing him slowly sit down. "Are you certain? We can go out another time." He smiled grabbing your hand. "It's our anniversary Loki, I'm fine." You smiled again. You were not going to let whatever was going on mess this up. But the evening wasn't done with you yet. You broke a heel walking to the bathroom making you trip and rip your dress, the sink in the bathroom broke spraying water in your face. Anything that could go wrong did as you sat back down at the table, the waiter bringing your food setting Loki's down in front of him, about to do the same with yours as he tripped sending it into your lap.

So there you were, dripping wet, makeup long gone, your hair a singed mess covered in food as you looked up seeing Loki looking at you with a softeness in his eyes "let me help." He said, waving his hand a green mist traveled down you, righting everything as you sighed. "Thank you Loki." You smiled at him. "Anything for you my love." He said grabbing your hand he pushed his plate between you "allow me." He said digging his fork into his food bringing it to your lips. "I cannot tell you how much I adore you love." He said smiling making your face heat up. The rest of the night going more smoothly.

"Well that can't be, I was an entire mess." You laughed looking at him. "No my dear, you were like a valkyrie facing battle. And no matter what happened, or what the evening threw at you you would not allow it to deter you, to ruin our special evening." He said leaning forward "I knew then that you my dear had the spirit of a warrior, with the heart and patience of a saint." He said cupping your cheek "and I couldn't picture the rest of my life without your light in it." He said leaning forward kissing you gently. "Lokiii...." you blushed as he pulled back smiling "is there anything else you would like to know my love?" He asked rubbing your cheek "no, I think I got it, thank you love." You said pecking his lips as you got up. "Anything for you love." He said sitting back picking his book back up.

You walked to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water before heading back to the bedroom to continue your work, new ideas sprouting in your mind as you sat at the desk, popping the lid off your bottle you got to work.

Loki looked up at the clock seeing it had been several hours since he last saw you. Usually you would have come out to hunt for snacks or a drink but he hadn't seen you since that afternoon. He set his book down slowly standing up stretching as he made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find you asleep on your computer as he had several times before. He reached up grabbing the knob hearing a whimper come from inside "Darling.." he said walking in seeing your cheeks a deep red, your eyes puffy and red as tears spilled down your beautiful face, what had happened since he saw you last.

"Darling, what's the matter? What happened?" He asked as he saw the towel in your hand, reaching up trying to wipe the keyboard "i...l..loki....i...." your voice soft and strained, his heart aching hearing you sound so broken. He rushed over kneeling in front of you. "Take a deep breath love." He said rubbing your arm as another round of sobs broke his heart "i...I d..dropped m...my w...water..." you said through broken sobs pointing at the computer, loki looking over seeing the screen black as you covered your face with your hands "oh darling." He said pulling you forward wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back as you cried into his shoulder "just breath love, it's ok" He said holding you tighter.

You pulled back looking at him, the site making his heart hurt as you wiped your face "a...all of my work...." you trailed off looking at the blank screen "it's.....gone loki....a...all gone." You said, a new wave of sobs wracked through you. He pulled you into his lap, rocking you back and forth as the sobs slowly quieted to soft snors. He looked down seeing you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He looked at the computer sighing as he slowly looped his arm under your legs, genlty standing as to not wake you He carefully walked to the bed laying you down pulling the blanket up around you hearing you sniffle. He pushed your hair back seeing the tear lines streaking down your cheeks making his heart clench in his chest, they had no business being on your beautiful face.

He waved his hand over you, the lines disappearing in a green flash as he leaned down kissing your cheek "I love you darling." He whispered against your skin hearing you groan as he stood, turning back to the computer. He stode towards it, taking the seat that you had been in staring at the black screen, he had no idea if he could fix it, he hadn't tried to fix these Midgardian devices before, turning when he heard you sniffle again seeing you had shifted but still sleeping. He turned back around, hovering his hands over the keyboard he closed his eyes, summoning his seidr as he concentrated on the task...to help you. As his hands glowed green he hoped he could do this for you, after everything you had done for him.

You woke to a pounding behind your eyes, groaning you rolled over to hug Loki but were met with cold sheets...and no Loki. You popped your head up as confusion swirled in your mind, looking over seeing his side hadn't been slept in. You dropped your head back to the pillow remembering what had happened, the water meeting the keyboard as the screen went black. The pit in your stomach returning remembering all your work was gone...in the flash of an eye everything you had put into it vanished. You rubbed your eyes trying to relieve some of the pain sitting up. You had two options, either give up, or start again, and with as much as you had written that was a discouraging thought.

You opened your eyes, confusion hitting you seeing Loki slumped over at the desk, his arms tucked under his head as he softly snored. "What the.." you started when you looked up seeing the computer screen on. You jumped up, stumbling over the blanket as you ran over, seeing your words written in black and white on the screen making you smile. It wasn't gone....you looked down at your sleeping God, gently brushing his hair back seeing his nose twitch. He looked so peaceful like this, so carefree. You carefully leaned down pressing a kiss to his cheek hearing him groan "no mother, I don't want to go to the tutor today." He said furrowing his eyebrows making you giggle. Apparently not wanting to go to school was a universal thing.

"Loki, my love wake up." You said genlty shaking him "no, I'm not doing get help." He groaned confusing you "umm Loki, your sleeping love, wake up." You said nudging him a bit harder when his eyes slowly opened "mm hello darling, what.." he trailed off slowly sitting up seeing he was at the desk "I'm sorry love I must have fallen asleep." He said rubbing his eyes "Loki, did you do this?" You asked pointing to the computer "oh, yes. You were so heartbroken I wanted to help, so I used my seidr and luckily I was able to get it working again, I started reading what you had and I must have dozed off. It is quite good love." He said smiling up at you.

"Oh Loki." You said jumping into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck hearing him laugh "Thank you so so so much! I can't..." you said "I was gonna have to start over, but you..." you trailed off pulling back to look at him "my savior. What can I do to repay you?" You asked smiling at him "Well, there are a few things I could think of." He said winking making you laugh. "I can't thank you enough Loki, this....you are utterly amazing" you said running your fingers through his hair. "To help you my love, I would do anything." He said cupping your cheek. "I love you Loki." You said looking deep into his eyes "and I love you my little warrior. Now, about that payment" He said making you laugh as he picked you up carrying you towards the bed "anything for you love." You said as he laid you down.

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[mysterysneeze]

Annoyances with Snz media

A sneeze doesn't automatically make something likeable, far from it. Here are my personal top five things that annoy me with seeing sneezes in media.

5- One character getting all the attention with sneezes. This is something that has only bothered me with how often I see this happening and there's good reasons why one character gets so much attention. With fanart in the past there was a dragon named Dulcy that got so much attention that other characters were not drawn, but I see the reasons why. Dulcy's design and large size made it easy to visualize possible sneezes happening. Sneezy the Dwarf is iconic for being literally one of the first animated cartoon movie characters sneezing, and his sneezes I'll talk more about later, but I also see why he got a lot of attention. His name is literally about sneezing but he took so much attention away from other possibilities of seeing sneezes from other Disney characters, even when crossovers happened a sneeze usually was given to him instead of other characters because of how easy it was to over rely on giving the dwarf a scene for a new sneeze. It didn't take much thought to give Sneezy a sneeze moment.

I usually enjoy the characters that get sneeze attention, but at the same time I can't help but get curious of seeing other characters around them also sneeze.

4- This one meme specifically drove me nuts, and this isn't the only irritating annoyance I have with sneeze media. Sneezy the Dwarf was everywhere for the longest time as one of the most spammable memes of sneezing. The sneeze of doom sound repeatedly used his sneeze, and the reason this doesn't bother me as much as the other annoyances is Sneezy's sneeze is well known for good reason. His build up, the original animations for the sneeze, there's a lot of great things about Sneezy the Dwarf's sneeze. I just really got annoyed that it was usually the ONLY sneeze sound that people used for sneeze of doom meme.

3. Gross out humor. In the past, this was MY MOST HATED annoyance. I still hate gross out humor, but other things recently have made my blood boil more. Especially for vanilla artists, one big reason why drawing a sneeze is avoided is because of gross out humor. "sneezing is gross. It's wrong to sneeze. I hate seeing a sneeze" I've heard phrases like this because of movies or animation purposely making a sneeze as nasty as possible.

Some people draw very messy sneezes in an amazing way, and over time I've grown to appreciate mess. I prefer sneezes without much mess but I see why other people can love mess.

2. My second most hated annoyance with sneeze media is something small and kinda pointless but it's bothered me and made me waste so much time more than any other annoyance. It's...

"nothing to sneeze at" and other phrases that include the word sneeze.

From the very start of my young self looking at google images for the first time, up until TODAY, I see this annoyance happening. People will include the word sneeze with artwork that has NOTHING to do with sneezing. In written stories, this annoyance is even worse for me personally because I like to read stories with characters I like that I thought would have a sneeze scene happening, only to find that no real sneeze happened. Just the word sneeze...

................................................................Same. My top irritation annoyance with sneeze media is when the SAME EXACT SCENE is seen over, and over, and over again. YOUTUBE is the most common place I see this happening. When I try to look up a sneeze that happened within the last 24 hours, a sneeze meme will appear multiple times. An old show or old animation with a sneeze will somehow make its way into the last 24 hours. The strange baby show animation never goes away. I really, really, REALLY can't stand something that has zero changes. If something is similar, that's fine. I don't mind a good idea or a good sneeze sound being reused in various different ways. What I HATE is when someone tries to gain advantage of repeatedly using the exact same details in art, or with writing words, or with trying to get money by doing NOTHING new. Ok...rant over.

Thank you for letting me vent. Youtube really bugged me today with seeing the same kind of search I tried to do yesterday and it led me to thinking of what else bugs me about sneeze media and sneeze stuff online.

[nixie-deangel]

Hi. I've never done this before, but I've been eagerly reading everything since weekend started.

So if it's okey for me to ask I would love to request 💔💔🔥🔥🔥🥹🥹 ( hope it's not to much. I'm totally hooked on all of them but writing down every single emoji felt a bit crazy 😅)

🥰🥰🥰🥰 Please know I am bestowing the gentlest kiss to your temple and giving you the biggest hug! It is absolutely okay! (and I won't be mad if you wanna send in more or others asks for my stories!) 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

💔 icemav break up / icedad

this is directly continuing from this ask!

“No! Of course not! But come on, Ice, you have to see-” “I don’t have to see shit,” Tom explodes, cutting Mav off before he can start trying to justify his, and Carole’s as well most likely, actions. “You hurt him. Do you get that? Does she get that? Bradley is here. He is living and breathing and you both are hurting him.” Scoffing, Mav rolled his eyes as Tom continued on. “Do you have any idea what your actions almost did? You both almost drove him away! I’ve had to stop Bradley from running off to do it all on his own three, three goddamn times! And I’m the only one who’s shown him even an ounce of support, Pete, and he still keeps trying to run off and do it all on his own because he thinks he can’t trust me!”

🔥 virgin jake - hangster

“You confused me,” Bradley blurts out. “You confused me and enticed me and I didn’t know what I was feeling. What I was meant to be feeling the first time I laid eyes upon you.” Snapping his mouth shut, he turns his gaze away from Jake to stare down at the floor. Scoffing, Jake huffs at his half thought out explanation. But before he could open his mouth to call him on it, Bradley continued on. “I was raised knowing I would have a courtesan. I knew what that all entailed,” he powered on. “But then…but then I saw you. I saw who would be mine and I lost my damn mind. I know I did. I broke tradition because I could not bear the thought of anyone but me guarding you until you were officially mine.” Jake flinched back, eyes going wide in surprise as he stared at Bradley. “What? What do you mean broke tradition"?”

🥺 chap2 of helper - a/b/o hangster

“Sweetheart, come here,” the voice calls, soft and soothing and like a balm to the raw nerve Jake’s worked himself up into being. “That’s right baby, I got you, okay? Just listen to me, okay, Jake?” He thinks he nods or maybe he mumbles out a yes or noise of agreement. He’s not sure, not really but what he does know is that suddenly he’s not pressed against the cold unyielding side of his tub or bathroom floor. Suddenly he’s pressed against warmth.  Wrapped up in it really. In warmth and love and feeling like he’s once again tethered to something. But that can’t be right, Jake thinks, because he’s not supposed to be wrapped up in warmth and love.  Because he doesn’t deserve that after what he did to Bradley.

Make Nixie Write This Weekend!

[lostdreamr-blog1]

Double Trouble Seresin Sister Part 2

Warnings: swearing, mentions of the past, typical Hangman

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Sister Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N “Nyx” Seresin is called back to the one place she never thought she’d go back to, Top Gun. You had zero idea what was so urgent that needed not only you, but the other best pilots to come out of the academy. Mixed feelings came about when your brother, Jake, is also called back. Being MIA the last year put a strain on your relationship, but a certain pilot is there to help you through it all.  

A/N: Hi everyone! Apologizes for the delay in getting part 2 out. I have so many ideas for this story and cannot wait for you all to read it! As always, my inbox is open for requests, questions, or a simple “hello”. Thank you so much for reading!!!

Part 1

Bradley met you outside the locker room and one look told you he knew exactly what went down out there. You brushed past him, narrowly missing his shoulder, “I don’t want to hear it.”

He threw his hands up in surrender, “Didn’t say anything.” While he was technically correct, you could read him like a book. It was day one and you and your brother were already going at it. Something he told you to avoid.

You went to open the door of the women’s locker room, but stopped and asked, “Can we go for a drive?”

His face softened at the request, and he nodded his head, “Of course. I’ll be right out here.”

Back when the two of you were stationed together, you found yourselves going on drives regularly. It first started out when you had a particularly rough day and he wanted to get you out of there before you started swinging at people above your rank. But it slowly morphed into an activity the two of you shared.

Good days and bad, being on the road with Bradley cleared your mind and it was something you were eternally grateful for.

 After changing out of your flight gear and taking a quick shower, you found yourself walking out of the base and into the old Bronco.

“How is this thing still running?” A simple question you knew would rile him up.

“I will drop you on the side of the road if you continue to dis my car. You know I keep her in perfect condition.” It was true. You knew men liked their cars, but Bradley took it to a whole new level.

The pair of you drove in silence for a good while, but you knew you had to break the silence eventually. Bradley was giving you time to work whatever it was out but knew he would be expecting an explanation soon.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard seeing him again.” Your focus was out the side window, but you saw his head turn towards you at your sudden admission.

“The two of you were close before, right?” You sighed at his question and nodded your head.

“We used to be best friends.” You knew his next question without him having to ask.

“What happened? You never did tell me much about your family when we met.” You turned and smirked at him.

“I didn’t think you would want to hear about my brother.” He chuckled and shook his head, “Well now something is clearly bothering you and I want to know how to fix it.”

Your heart swelled at what he said, and you had to turn your attention back to the window to hide the blush that crept up.

“I’m not the socially perfect southern bell my ma wanted me to be. The high-class social events were never something I wanted to be a part of. Don’t get me wrong, she supportive of my job and anything I did growing up, but she doesn’t get it. Not like my dad does. But at the same time, my dad is very old school and even though I’m his little girl, I’m in a man’s job and that caused a few issues between us. So, between my sisters being what my ma wants and Jake being what my dad wants, I’ve always been on the outside. But Jake was always there for me. He always made a point to include me in everything he did and even when I got into the Navy, he helped me through my rough patches. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of late-night calls he got due to me freaking out over something so small. But he never once made me feel like I was below him.”

You stopped to take a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain this next part. “You saw what happened last year. If Jake ever found out, I feel like his view of me would change. His baby sister went through hell, and I don’t know if it would lead him to hurt or disappointment.”

Bradley shook his head, “Why would he be disappointed? It wasn’t something that was your fault.”

You closed your eyes and leaned your head onto the seat behind you. “Because I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was before that mission, and you know it. I just don’t think I can deal with my brother knowing that fact as well.”

Bradley huffed out a breath, “So pushing him away is the answer?” It wasn’t the best option, but how can you deal with disappointing someone when you don’t give them the chance to? You were already an outsider to the rest of your family. You couldn’t live with yourself if Jake distanced himself on his own terms. This way you save yourself some of that hurt.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when a hand grabbed yours and squeezed. “Let me ask you one more question and then I’ll drop it. Do you think your brother is going to let you walk away from him?”

You knew he wouldn’t let you. No matter how hard you try to keep him at arm’s length, he was going to keep pushing forward.

You both arrived back at the dorms well after the sun went down and parted ways. While being back at TopGun opened some old wounds, being back with Bradley was something you weren’t going to take for granted. No matter how short of time it may be.

You managed to slip back into your room without running into anyone from the team and you sent up a silent prayer for that. After the day you had, you didn’t have it in you to keep your walls up. It was one thing living up to your last name on a normal basis, but having your brother here meant you needed to work harder. An exhausting task to say the least

Rushing through your nighttime routine, you were able to get into bed before midnight, having sleep take over in seconds. And as much as you were thankful for the quick onset, you were awake a few hours later.

Nightmares were a normal occurrence for you this last year. But waking up drenched in sweat, gasping for air was not something you would ever get used to.

You fired off a quick text to Bradley to see if he was awake. After your accident in Guam, the two of you were stationed together during your recovery. Which allowed you to quickly find comfort in the pilot. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Bradley was home. And in this moment, you were craving any kind of comfort you could get.

A few minutes went by, and your phone showed no signs of life. You knew if you called him, he would wake up. But with training starting so early, you figured it would be too cruel to do that to him. No matter how many times he said it was okay.

Resorting to plan B, you got out of bed and headed out of your room to the kitchen to find any sort of warm beverage. At home, you always kept tea packets with you for these exact moments. But with the last-minute call back, you didn’t have time to pack any, leaving you to hope that someone brought a box.

You searched through the cabinets as quietly as you could but came up empty handed. Your anxiety was starting to creep back in from your nightmare and knew you needed to do something soon or else you would have a full-blown panic attack. With little to no options, you found yourself walking back down the hall, knocking on a door that was a few down from yours.

It didn’t take long for the person to open it and find you standing there, puffy eyed and trembling.

“Y/N, what happened? What’s wrong?” Your brother looked absolutely terrified in that moment, not knowing what to do.

“I-I just need a distraction. Or to not be alone.” His panic slowly changed into understanding as he opened the door for you to walk in. The second he closed the door he pulled you into a tight embrace.

It didn’t take long for the pent-up emotions to work their way out. Tears started flowing down your cheeks and you clung onto your brother for dear life. One of his hands was in your hair, holding your head against his chest while the other one rubbed slow circles on your back.

“Let it out, sweetheart. I got you.” It was those simple words that made your heart ache. Growing up, you always went to your brother when you were hurting. Whether it was after a nightmare or a bad day, you always went to him for love and support.

You stood there and cried over many different things. The nightmare you can’t ever seem to run away from. Selfishly pushing your brother away for the past year. And the possibility of causing irreversible damage to the relationship with the one person who has always been there for you.

What if things didn’t go back to how they were before the accident? What if after opening up to your brother, he resents you for not telling him sooner? In your moment of weakness, you managed to either take a step in the right direction or start the downward spiral of losing your brother for good.

Thoughts? Comments? Thank you for reading!!

-Chelsea

Tag List: @mrsjobarnes

[therealbl0om-blog]

Night Drive 2/3

Part 2 of my small story about two complete hotheads! (Kade & Heatwave), if you have any ideas feel free to ask or message me!

As Kade poked his head out of the window, letting the fresh warm wind blow into his face. He looked down at Heatwave's screen and smiled softly, ''Thank you, Heatwave.'' - Heatwave's optics widened as he heard Kade's response, but he smiled and nodded his helm and focused on the road.

Kade sighed and looked through the window again and watched as they drove, he hadn't felt so relaxed like this for awhile now. He felt thankful for Heatwave, he let out a soft yawn and laid his head down on the side of the window. ''Getting low?'' Heatwave spoken, he didn't really know how much humans are in need of recharge, but that was fine.

''Kind of, I haven't slept the whole night.'' Knucklehead spoke back, with no surprise at all that the big ol' bot realized that his human was getting low on energy. Heatwave chuckled as a smile appeared on his cheek plates, ''You can go in recharge, I don't mind.'' - Surprise, surprise. The hothead let his human sleep in his cabin? Kade was surprised, but he appreciated it and closed his eyes.

Heatwave watched his human fade into recharge, in that case, he decided to make his driving soft and smooth for Kade. Just to keep him at ease and comfortable. He was curious, how come Kade wanted to go for a drive? They known each other for a few days, but Kade never asked for a drive. He sighed and looked back on the road, not to crash or anything.

After a short while, it started to rain.. Heatwave felt the water droplets fall from the sky on his armor, it felt nice. Comforting too. Now he understood what Kade meant when he said ''Rain relaxes me, It's not just the sound, but the touch too.'' He thought about that sentence and now, he understood it.. He looked over at the knucklehead and watched him wake up. ''Awoken from his slumber already, hot shot?'' The fire-bot chuckled at his own sentence.

''For now.'' The human spoke back, with no expression whatsoever. He looked at the raindrops on Heatwave's windows and watched them slide down. He chuckled and looked over at the screen, ''How does the rain feel on ya?'' He asked with a curious tone, the bot looked at his window and smiled. ''Relaxing, just like you said.'' Kade smiled and looked back at the raindrops and leaned his head against the window, ''Told ya..''

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That's all for now! Part 3 soon! Sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, been busy with life and now I had the time! Expect part 3 this weekend!

[torreshalstead]

It Seemed Like a Good Idea - Chapter 20

Summary - Hailey’s US visa was due to expire, which normally wouldn’t be an issue as the CPD would get it renewed but due to a backlog of paperwork, this wasn’t possible. This meant Hailey was faced with the real possibility of having to leave the country, her job and everything she held dear. That was until Jay offered up a solution which would allow her to stay in Chicago, in Intelligence, with him - they could get married. Getting married was a good idea, right?

Chapters - 20/21

Chapter Title - The Marriage

Notes - I can’t believe this story ends next week, but I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it’s one of my favourites ❤️ AO3 Link

The pale morning light shone through the open curtains of her, no, their, bedroom. Closing the drapes had been the last thing on their minds when Hailey and Jay had returned to the apartment the day before.

Hailey smiled to herself as she buried her face into the warm chest that she was currently utilising as a pillow, relishing the feeling of the large arms tightening around her in response to her small movement. She didn’t know if Jay was awake yet, couldn’t see his face from her current position but had no desire to pull herself away from him enough to be able to peer up at him. Instead she let her eyes fall close again, her fingers mindlessly tracing patterns across the bare expanse of skin under her head.

‘It’s a good thing I’m not ticklish,’ came the sleepy voice of Jay from somewhere above her. Hailey chuckled softly but didn’t stop her movements. She was happy. And after how long it had taken them to get to this point, she didn’t want to upset the balance by pulling away from him now - no matter how much she wanted to seal her lips to his and slide her body on top of his for a repeat of the previous evening's performance.

‘Sleep well?’ He asked, and Hailey felt him stretch his neck to drop a soft kiss onto her hair.

She hummed in response. She had slept like a baby in his arms, feeling warm and safe and just a little exhausted.

‘Good,’ he murmured, letting his hand start to drag down her spine in a featherlight touch, her skin erupting in goosebumps in its wake.

‘Don’t start something you can’t finish Halstead,’ she sassed, pressing a kiss to his chest and letting her lips linger briefly before pushing up against it so she could look at his face. His eyes were still closed but the smile that had taken up residence on his face since their admission in the hospital room was still firmly present.

‘If I start it, wife, I intend to finish it,’ he said, opening one eye to look down at her before grinning and tugging her onto his chest so he could reach her lips and press a chaste kiss to them. ‘But we should probably talk before we do any more finishing,’ he grinned and Hailey chuckled.

‘We didn’t talk enough last night?’ She asked, remembering back to the night before.

‘We could have done more talking, but something else seemed to take precedence,’ he smirked, clearly recalling the same images she was.

‘Well I think at this point we were legally obligated to consummate our marriage, no?’ She said, starting to press open mouth kisses to his jaw. She had learnt after some thorough investigation that it was one of Jay’s most sensitive points, and she knew it drove him crazy.

‘So that’s all last night was, a legal obligation?’ He asked, his voice turning husky as his hands tightened on her hips, she could feel his fingers biting into her sides.

‘It was anything but,’ she responded softly, letting her mouth find his and allowing him to take the lead. His kiss was soft to start but quickly turned mildly possessive, his tongue seeking out hers and not relenting until she had to break apart to breathe, her forehead resting against his as she gulped in the much needed oxygen. The man took her breath away, what could she say.

‘Good,’ Jay said, kissing her again briefly. ‘Because you’re not an obligation to me Hailey. I didn’t marry you because I thought I had to. It was because I wanted to.’

Hailey smiled softly and tucked her head back into his neck, breathing him in and letting herself consider her next words carefully. They’d only just admitted their true feelings to each other, she didn’t want to scare him away already. But concealing what they wanted hadn’t worked great for them recently so she licked her lips and said what had pushed its way to the front of her head and wouldn’t leave her thoughts.

‘So will you marry me again?’ She whispered, not sure he could even hear her from where her mouth was closely pressed against his neck.

‘I’d marry you again in a heartbeat, Hailey,’ Jay said in response, like the words came easy to him, a decision he didn’t even need to think about.

‘I’m serious Jay,’ Hailey pushed herself up so she could look at him again, needing to look him in the eyes to be sure.

‘I am too Hails,’ he said, his emerald eyes reflecting nothing but love back to her in the warm morning light.

‘Our last wedding was because we had to,’ she said tentatively. ‘I want us to have one because we want to.’

‘Really?’ Jay asked, the sleepiness to his voice evaporating quickly as he smiled down at her. She nodded in response, a shy smile on her lips. ‘I think that’s a great idea Hails.’

‘You do?’ She said, her eyes wide with joy, the nerves she had experienced about bringing the idea up to him disappearing immediately.

‘I do,’ he said, kissing her swiftly. ‘Hey look, I’m practising already,’ he said with a laugh and she couldn’t help but giggle in response.

‘You’re an idiot,’ she said but it didn’t stop her from kissing him again, still not completely over the fact that she could kiss him anytime she wanted. She had spent far too much time over the past few months wanting to do exactly that but having to put the brakes on every time the urge hit her. Not anymore.

‘Your idiot,’ Jay said against her lips as he rolled them over so she was underneath him, pushing up on his forearms to stare down at her.

‘My idiot,’ Hailey agreed, pulling him down and relishing the weight of him on top of her as she cradled him between her legs and prayed their alarm clock wouldn’t interrupt them. She had plans with her husband that she intended to see through to the end.

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‘You seem very chipper today,’ Kim remarked when she found Hailey in the break room a couple of hours later. ‘Thought you’d still be mad at Jay for getting hurt again.’

Hailey shook her head, lifting up her steaming mug in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on her lips. ‘He made it up to me,’ she said with a playful shrug.

‘Okay that’s more than I need to know,’ Kim said, shaking her head with a smirk.

‘I didn’t say anything,’ Hailey said defensively but her eyes were shining wide and her eyebrows had given her away.

‘You didn’t need to, Mrs Halstead,’ Kim sassed and Hailey couldn’t hold the laughter that bubbled out of her. ‘It’s written all over your face, as clear as day.’

‘Firstly, it’s still Upton,’ Hailey said, although the thought of taking Jay’s name, at least in their home life, had crossed her mind. This was the second time someone had called her it and she had to say, she liked how it sounded. ‘And secondly, I’m an innocent party in this. My husband got hurt, and he apologised for worrying me. Nothing else to say.’

‘Nothing else to say my arse,’ Kim whispered as they were joined in the break room by Trudy. ‘Hey Sarge,’ Kim greeted her warmly. ‘Don’t you have your own coffee downstairs?’

‘You know this is the only coffee in this place that doesn’t taste like hot garbage Burgess,’ Trudy said curtly, holding out her mug which the young officer filled up without further comment. ‘Now why are we talking about your arse?’

Hailey and Kim burst out laughing.

It was shocking to Hailey how much her thoughts of her fake marriage and visa worries, combined with her buried feelings for Jay had wormed their way into her life since they had started. But now, all her guards were down and she was able to enjoy life again, laughing with her colleagues and not worrying that she might inadvertently give the game away with something she said or did. Now the only thing to give away was that she and Jay were renewing their vows, but they had decided they wanted that to be just between the two of them.

Their previous wedding, no matter how much they both had actually enjoyed it, had felt like a show, an act, a ceremony with a very specific purpose and that purpose hadn’t been a celebration of their love. But they had decided that morning whilst they were letting the hot water of the shower rinse the sweat off their bodies, that this time it would just be for them. It felt like coming full circle to Hailey and Jay seemed to agree.

They had agreed once again to write their own vows, but speaking from the heart this time instead of writing what sounded good for the Immigration Department. Hailey hadn’t told him that her previous vows had been the truth, that everything she had said to him at the altar had come from her heart. She would write something this time even better, and that little secret would stay with her.

They had also agreed to go on Saturday morning the week after next, they had rung the court and booked their slot. There was no need to rush as Jay had said, they had their whole lives ahead of them now. No visa deadlines to worry about, although Hailey’s working visa would still expire in three years time, she’d be eligible to apply for citizenship at that point so they would cross that bridge when they came to it. They weren’t going to wear the suit and dress from the previous time, they would just go in their jeans - far more them, Hailey had said.

Jay had announced he had a surprise for her after the wedding but he refused to give her any other clues so she was still in the dark. She trusted him though, with her life and with her heart. So she knew whatever he had up his sleeve, she would love almost as much as she loved him. That comment had led to them squeezing in another round before having to leg it out the door to make sure they weren’t too late to work and Hailey having to shove her hair up into a ponytail as Jay had run his hands through it one too many times for it to look acceptable whilst down.

She knew the time would fly leading up to their renewal but she couldn’t wait. It was what every little girl dreamed of right? Marrying their best friend. For Hailey she had already married him once, but she was getting to do it again. And this time when she told him she loved him, he’d know it was the truth.

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‘And I have to sleep on my own tonight because?’ Hailey asked as Jay stood firmly by the door to the spare room. They hadn’t used the room for the past week and a half since Will had locked them in a hospital room and made them reveal their true feelings for each other, it was the stuff romance movies were made from and Hailey smirked anytime Jay brought it up. But he had told her that morning that he’d be sleeping in there tonight and would see her the following morning.

‘Because it’s tradition Hails,’ Jay said with a smile. He should have known his wife wouldn’t take his idea well. He knew she slept better when he was there and he did too. But he still hadn’t written his vows and he needed some time alone to get them finished. He couldn’t turn up to the court empty handed, not when he had a million and one things he wanted to say to her.

‘But we are already married Jay,’ Hailey argued, her hands firmly on her hips in a way that made Jay want to drag her into his arms and show her just how married they really were.

‘I know, but we’ve already done this thing in completely the wrong order and the Catholic in me thinks we should do at least one thing right,’ Jay said with a wink.

‘Fine,’ Hailey said with a huff but Jay could see her smirking. ‘But I can assure you what I had planned for you tonight was highly un-Catholic and you’re firmly missing out,’ she sassed back and stormed off into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Jay chuckled to himself as he shut the bedroom door behind him as well, god he really did love that woman.

Now for the hard bit, trying to write his vows. Again.

Sitting down on the bed that had been his since they had moved into the apartment, he absent mindedly opened the drawer in his night stand. A crumpled piece of paper greeted him. Smoothing it out, he read the words on the page. The words he had scrawled in an untidy hand. The words that were still the truest thing he had ever said.

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Walking into the courthouse hand in hand with Jay felt differently from the last time they were in the cavernous space. The only nerves Hailey had this time were in relation to the piece of paper tucked into the back pocket of her favourite jeans. None of the negative thoughts that she had felt the previous time were coursing through her, she was happy. She had thought Jay might have laughed at her when she said she wanted to marry him again, but if she’d have thought a fraction longer she knew there was no way Jay would do any such thing when she was speaking from the heart. He never made her feel bad or guilty or embarrassed about her emotions, he was there by her side, supporting her and encouraging her to feel. She squeezed his hand and when he glanced down at her she smiled, he bent down to give her a quick peck on her lips before squeezing her hand back and leading her over to the reception desk in the middle of the room.

They only had to wait a couple of minutes before the judge let them in. They had opted to use the court appointed witnesses this time, wanting to keep this moment just between the two of them. It felt nice to have a secret that they were keeping just because they wanted to, because it was special and private. Not because of the repercussions should the truth get out.

‘You ready?’ Jay asked as they walked into the room behind the judge.

‘Never been more so,’ Hailey responded with a smile. And it was true, although she was still a little nervous as to Jay’s reaction when she said her vows but it just felt right.

Although she had sassed him the previous evening, she was glad he had made the decision to sleep in his old room. It had given her the privacy to work on her vows. However every time she looked at the piece of paper, her mind remained empty. Unlike the first time she had tried to write vows when the pressure of what they were doing had threatened to overwhelm her, this time she was unsure how to convey just how much Jay meant to her in just a few words.

After 20 minutes of staring at a blank sheet of paper she had decided to get into bed and read her book for a bit, hoping the change of environment would allow the blockage on her vow writing abilities to be relieved. When she had reached for her book, the same book she had been reading for months. Funnily enough being a cop and engaging in a fake marriage didn’t leave much time for literature. Even so, when she opened the book to her last read page, the piece of notebook paper she had been using for a bookmark fluttered down.

It was her original vows.

The ones she had worried were too true and would show everyone just how much she loved Jay. The ones that were still true. The ones that still illustrated exactly how she felt about the man sleeping in the next room. It was a risk using the same vows. She knew that. He could think it was cheesy, or lame, or a short cut. But Hailey knew in her heart it was her way of telling him how she felt about him, how she had felt about him for months.

Placing the vows carefully on her nightstand and the following morning when she tugged on her jeans, she folded the piece of paper and carefully slid it into her back pocket.

‘I believe you have both prepared your own vows for this renewal?’ The judge asked and Hailey and Jay both nodded. ‘Okay Hailey, if you would like to go first.’

Hailey let go of one of Jay’s hands to retrieve the vows and taking a deep breath, began.

‘Jay, I never thought we’d end up here.’ Hailey glanced up at Jay and watched the realisation dawn on his face. She smiled softly and when he squeezed her hand, she knew he understood. ‘Our path hasn’t always been the most smooth, or the most conventional, but there is no one else I would want to have shared it with.’ They both let out a small chuckle at this, Hailey’s own tears had started to fall and when she looked up at her husband, she saw the wetness building in his eyes as well. ‘You are my best friend, my partner both at work and at home. You make me feel safe, you always support me and you’ve always got my six. You make me laugh, even when I want to cry and you’re always there to do our thing when things get hard. I am forever grateful to have you in my life, and I look forward to all we have to come together. I love you Jay Halstead. And I always will.’ Hailey finished and before she had a chance to even fold the paper back up, Jay had pressed his lips to hers in a firm kiss. She knew what he was trying to pour into it. It was the same thing she had tried to put into her words and she was so thankful he had understood. That he now knew exactly how she felt.

‘Jay,’ the judge interrupted with a little cough.

‘Sorry Judge,’ he said bashfully, wiping a stray tear away with a grin as he separated from Hailey. He looked like the naughty kid in class who got caught trying to make a fool out of himself but didn’t care because the pretty girl in the corner had laughed.

‘If you’d like to read your vows now,’ the judge smiled. Hailey imagined they were not the first couple to kiss before instructed to do so, and she was certain they wouldn’t be the last.

Hailey watched as Jay’s cheeks reddened a little as he pulled his own scrap of paper from his pocket and began to read.

‘Hailey, you’ve been my best friend for years now, but somewhere along the way, you became something else.’ Hailey took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes wide and her hand flew over her mouth. She knew those words. Had heard them before. ‘You became the person I always wanted in my corner whenever things went wrong, but also the person I wanted to turn to when things went well.’ She couldn’t help it when the tears continued as Jay spoke. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. ‘You’re the person I want to share my life with, all the big moments and the small. You’re the most beautiful person I know, both inside and out and I am so lucky that you agreed to share your life with me. Hailey Upton, I love you. Yesterday, today, and forever. I’m yours.’

They had both been so stupid, so blind to ignore what had been glaringly obvious and staring them both in the face. A small part of her begrudged it. That they had wasted months dancing around their feelings and concealing the truth when they could have been happy together. But as she looked at Jay through her tearfilled eyes in that courtroom and he smiled back at her, she realised that they were happy. Sure, there was a bit missing, a bit they hadn’t realised they could have had. But she hadn’t been miserable, far from it. Being his wife, even in name alone, had made her the happiest she had ever been.

That was until now.

Now she thought she might be one of the happiest people on the planet as she strolled out of the courtroom hand in hand with Jay and relished in the fact that she never had to let him go again.

Getting married to him for the purpose of a visa had led them to this moment. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and it had ended up being potentially the best idea that either of them had ever had. They were now man and wife, and no visa, no job, no deportation threat was going to take that away from them.

‘Ready for your surprise?’ Jay asked her softly as he helped her up into his truck.

‘Not sure anything can top this,’ Hailey admitted, keeping him close with her hands cradling his face from her position in the passenger seat. ‘But do your best,’ she said with a smirk, tugging him close and sealing their lips together not caring that people were walking past. He was her husband and she could kiss him whenever she liked.