#hey it's me posting pictures of plants again

[berrychaivibe]

When We Meet Again | One Shot

Maybe I’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough – florence + the machine

Summary: Before leaving Paris, you wanted to take in the city one last time, but everything changed when you saw Lewis—someone from your past who somehow exists in the present. His presence feels like an unexpected second chance, bringing back emotions you thought were lost.

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader (Bloom)

Warnings: age gap (lewis mid-30s and reader mid 20s), cursed words, slow burn, flashback of past.

Author note: I am reposting this since I was getting rid of cluttered posts on my blog.

One Shot

Paris, France — 2022

“I’ll be back, Mom!” you shouted as you slammed the door behind you.

You were scrolling through Paris, capturing a few pictures with your phone, trying to take in the beauty of the city.

One thing’s for certain: you never believed Paris was the “City of Love” that everyone claims it to be. Deep down, you never bought into the idea of love at first sight or soulmates.

You stopped by this cute coffee shop and ordered yourself a cup of coffee even though the sun was going down slowly. The coffee shop was charming, with plants filling every corner. As you waited for your drink, you skimmed through a few messages from your cousin Ariel.

Ariel: I can’t believe him!

Ariel: He is a piece of shit! I should of listened to you 🥺

Ariel: Thank you for always being there for me, cousin. I miss you ❤️

“A medium ice Café Glacé.” The woman said with a French accent as she placed the drink on the counter.

You thanked her, took your drink, and walked out the door, sipping it as you continued on your way. You visited the Luxembourg Gardens and were captivated by the stunning flowers that caught your eye.

You take your phone out of your pocket and turn the camera toward the screen, ready to snap a photo. Just as you’re about to click, someone bumps into you. “Oh, shit I’m so sorry.”

You turn around to see who it was, about to reassure them. “No, it’s—” You pause as the person interrupts. “Bloom?”

You blinked for a moment, staring at the person in front of you, his face familiar but still surprising. “Uh… Lewis?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips as he gazed at you.

You were unsure of what to make of it. His face seemed familiar, like you’d seen it before, but this time felt different.

“Uh…” you hesitated. “Hi.”

Lewis opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, closing it as he carefully thinks about how to phrase his words without sounding awkward. “How long are you staying in Paris?” he asks.

You take a sip of your coffee before responding, “Today’s my last day. I was just visiting my mom for the week.”

He gave a nod. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I'm leaving soon.” You tell him.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets when the two of you heard a voice. “Lew, we are going to be late for dinner.”

You saw the woman holding onto Lewis’s arm as he glanced at her. “Right, uh…” He paused for a moment before looking back at you. “Well, I’d better get going.”

You clear your throat and nod. “It was nice seeing you, Lewis.” He nods in return. “Yeah, you too.” As you turn to walk away, you think you hear his voice again. “But hey, maybe we—” You keep walking, taking a sip of your coffee, and hear faint giggles in the background.

You shake your head as you walk through the garden, lost in thoughts of the “what ifs.” You can’t help but wonder how things might have turned out if the woman he was with hadn’t been there. Each step you take feels like a reminder that maybe you shouldn’t be getting your hopes up and should just keep quiet.

Paris, France – 2025

It’s hard to believe you’ve been living in Paris for a few years now, especially after all those years of traveling back and forth to visit your mom. The friends you’ve made over time and your mom’s joy at having you nearby make it all feel so worth it.

You open the door to your apartment, hoping to get rid of the awful smell, only to find Lewis standing there. “Lewis…hi.”

He stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you. “Can we talk?”

“Oh… uh,” you muttered, turning around and calling out to your friend Kim, “I’ll be right back, Kim!”

You step out the door, closing it gently behind you, and follow Lewis down the empty hallway. Leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest, you ask, “what’s going on?”

He stood before you and said, “A few years ago, I feel like I should have done better.”

You gave him a puzzled glance. “What do you mean?”

“3 years every time we passed each other I always remember your face. Your face always pops up in my mind.” He said, honestly. “You are always so kind and sweet, bloom.”

You wonder where he was going with this. “But, you were with someone Lew.”

He nods. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I stopped thinking about you.”

Fuck!

Your heart begins to race as you sense where this conversation is headed.

“And I told you I don’t do love and relationships.” You remind him again.

He clears his throat and steps closer to you. “Well, maybe…” He places his hand on the wall above your head. “You just haven’t found the right one yet—someone who can change that for you.”

“Lewis…” Your voice barely a whisper as his gaze lingered on your lips. “Do you know why I call you Bloom?” He leaned in closer, his nose brushing gently against yours.

“No, I–I don’t.” You murmured, heart racing, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation flooding through your veins.

He smiled, just barely before his lips hovered over yours. “Because like a bloom, you’ve unfolded into something. Beautiful and Wild.” His voice dropped to a hushed, intimidating tone. “And I just can’t stop watching you be your true self.”

His words were tender and sweet. Your eyes fixate on his lips as he leans in, closing the distance between you both. “I am falling in love with you, bloom and I want to give us a try no matter what universe you live in.”

“I—” You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, all you could do was press your lips to his, your hands tangled in his hair.

In that moment, all that echoed in your mind was, “Fuck it.”

[greencheekconure27]

[emmyrosee]

hiya emmyy

i’m in love with your soft bf!sukuna pieces they’re just, melting me into a puddle of simp- so.. i saw your post abt angst so what would you think abt sukuna and y/n arguing, and making up after that? i dunno why but i’m just picturing him texting you to eat your meals and drink water and take your meds, even tho he acts like he doesn’t care at all 🫣 (did i js want that in bf? yes )

thank you so much for providing a lots of pieces for simps like me (who pretty much simp over anyone they can) and i might show up in your notifications bombarding your posts with likes but i hope you don’t mind ;)

hope you’re having a good day (and get good rest, water, food (and meds if you take them!)) <3

-sky :)

SUKUNA ANGST BUT HIM BEING DOTING MY BELOVED 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

When you banish him to the couch for the night, he merely scoffs and grabs his pillow to make his way for it, but he hears your soft cries and his heart breaks just enough to make whatever you were fighting about seem beyond unimportant.

He takes his phone out to scroll on through it, trying to distract himself from the situation, too stubborn to fully cave into the guilt. But then he sees the time, and he sends you a text.

SENT don’t forget to take your medicine.

I think there’s a bottle of gatorade in the fridge. Drink that and have one of my protein shakes, since we didn’t eat tonight

dummy 🙄 why do you care?

SENT because I still fucking love you?? Duh??

Fights aren’t going to change that fact, idiot

He clicks his phone off and lays an arm over his eyes to block out the automatic lamp and the moonlight that creeps in from the curtains and into the big living room, and he tries not to look as you come stalking back out of the bedroom and approach him.

“You remembered that I have to take my meds,” you swallow thickly.

He scoffs, “and?”

He hears you shuffle awkwardly, “we’ve just… been fighting so long, I thought you would’ve forgotten, too- because I did.”

Now, he finally peeks at you from his arm, “I’m never going to forget something that important. You know that.”

He watches as you timidly, raise a hand to lay on his thigh, thumb stroking the muscle lovingly, “I’m sorry I banished you to the couch.” You look down in shame, “I never want us to go to bed separate… I don’t want to be the couple that does this, who needs to do this.”

“I didn’t do this,” he grumbles.

“I know; but I only did it because I was hurt, Sukuna. Please understand where I was coming from.”

This makes his heart jerk and tighten, his arm finally coming down to look at you fully, and with a click of his tongue, he reaches down to lace his hand with yours, and he sighs, “I know I’m not the easiest guy to work shit out with, so I get it.”

You sniffle, “Will you… maybe… come back to bed? With me?”

He ponders his options for a minute. He could go back to bed, condition you into thinking that it was okay and you’ll always pull this crap on him. But you look so sad, so heartbroken and wearing your heart on your sleeve-

And hey. Maybe he likes watching you grovel a little bit.

He clicks his tongue and makes a move to get you off his legs, and you smile excitedly. “Alright,” he gruffs. “Pull this shit again though, and I’m sleeping on the porch swing at ma’s.”

You nod your head, and as he sits up, he plants a kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your hand lovingly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, Kuna.”

[giuseppe-yuki]

Which drivers besides Lewis and Alex would create a whole separate instagram for their girlfriend’s shapeshifter form and which of the drivers would post funny meme worthy pictures vs actually nice ones

-🫐🥐

hmm...

alex:

def just post after post of the blurriest pictures that look like they were taken from a potato/no context pictures ? ? ?

[image 1 caption]: hey 👽

[image 2 caption]: clocking in for my new day job as a mouse

[image 3 caption]: 🍐

george:

v nice photos that look they were taken professionally (he would never dare post a bad pic of his deer shapeshifter!gf)

[image 1 caption]: feeling one with nature 🌱

[image 2 caption]: snuggled up at home 🏠

[image 3 caption]: really enjoying being among the flowers and plants 🌿

danny ric:

silly ones, duh!

[image 1 caption]: napsssss

[image 2 caption]: safety first

[image 3 caption]: danny taking pics of me for his jpg account 🙄

guanyu:

solely for the costumes that he buys for his teacup pig shapeshifter!gf

[image 1 caption]: quack!

[image 2 caption]: taking a page from charles' book

[image 3 caption]: spot the real winnie the pooh (impossible edition)

max:

uploads daily with pics of his "ragdoll cat". (it's always like the same photo from like 20 different angles) my man might have an addiction atp 😭

[image 1 caption]: 😸

[image 2 caption]: 😺

[image 3 caption]: 😼

franco:

oh god. he doesn't post too often, but when he does, you bet it's gonna be a selection of the most random pics and sometimes along with controversial captions that get him yelled at by pr.

[image 1 caption]: pussy (cat)

[image 2 caption]: crimuh ! ! ! ! 🎄 im wishing for everyone's engines to blow up and i get p1 at the next prix 🤞

[image 3 caption]: how the engineers look at me after i dent the williams car again (sorry guys 🥲)

a/n: all pictures from pinterest ! + shameless advertising: this is part of my shapeshifter!reader x driver au :)

[jeontasy]

Endless Summer (m)

pt.2 | Completed

word count: no idea still (im so sorry)

♡ : a little Caleb write so i can fulfill my own lil fantasies pt.2

setting: summer vacation + grandma isnt home + caleb realizes youve grown up + heavy smut + a very yearning caleb + on the couch + inappropriate use of his evol + dirty talking obv + no condom im sorry not sorry

perspective: caleb x afab reader

enjoy :)

edit: sorry for the wait!!! had to get off work before writing & i had no idea people would love the pt.1 so much im so amazed!!! i havent written anything in YEARS and its so amazing to receive so much feedback and love about my dumb 2am Caleb thirst post story. thank you all so much!!! hope u guys enjoy pt.2 as well ♡

p.s i have not written smut in so long and i most def did not proof read this pls forgive me

Part 1

gif credit: kiiseru 

Your back arches slightly due to Caleb's touch, his hand is slowly moving down the side of your hips and you can feel him tremble when he feels your bare skin below that shirt. The cicadas outside were getting louder and louder as the night was going by, and even though you knew Grandma wasn't home you were still afraid of being too loud. Caleb stops and looks back at you, his eyes were clouded with desire just threatening to overflow.

"Hey.." He whispered and cups your face with his hand, his gaze manages to calm you down almost immediately, as if it was magical. Your heart starts to slow down from the nervousness. "I can stop if you want-"

"No. No don't." You hurriedly grip onto his arms before he can finish his sentence, as if afraid he's going to disappear at any moment. Caleb chuckles and lets out a sigh of relief at your reaction and nuzzles his nose into your neck, his hot breath puffing on your skin sends gentle shocks down into you. You moan quietly at the sensation and clutches onto his arms a little harder, his hard muscles serving as a support pole as your body slowly weakens at his touches.

"I've missed you everyday while you were away." Caleb breathes out, he plants a kiss on your nose and then another on your lip, "I also missed you while I was up in Skyhaven.." then another planted on your chin and down your neck. "I wanted to see you everyday.." he said as he starts kissing you even lower. His soft lips grazing lightly over the perk of your breasts as he moved downwards, forcing a whimper out of you when you feel your nipples harden against the thin tshirt. "C-Caleb.." You couldn't believe the same man who you've been longing for was also thinking of you all this time.

"I missed you so much..especially when you sent that photo of you at the beach with your friends.." Caleb moans as he kept talking and you realize he's already kissing past your stomach, even with the piece of clothing between you and his lips you still can't escape the hot breaths that he lets out. You moaned at the sudden feeling of his long fingers nearing the underside of your tshirt, slowly making their way up under and onto your burning skin. "And when you were standing so close to that guy in the photo.." He words hissing through his teeth, suddenly gripping your breasts hard underneath your shirt, "..while wearing a barely covered and pretty white bikini.." Caleb groans at the thought of the picture in his head again, remembering how much it turned him on when he saw it on his phone. He had lost count of how many times he touched himself through the night to the sight of you in that skimpy bikini.

You let out a whiny moan when you feel his thumb swipe over the hard nub on your breast and twirls it in a circle as if he was playing with a controller. Caleb smirks at your reaction and squeezes your soft breasts a couple more times before he moves down further. He can smell your wetness even though your legs were closed shut, he growls and takes his hand out from under your shirt before swirling it in the air and prying you legs open using his Evol. You let out a surprised gasp at suddenly being exposed in front of him. "Caleb!"

"What?" He says, you can see the hunger dripping from his eyes and you're suddenly choked up on words. "I can't look at my princess's pretty little pussy?" He smirks at your flushed face to what he says and he leans back down to bury himself between your legs. Your eyes follow his every move carefully and you let out a loud moan when he starts rubbing his nose against your clit through your panties. "A-ah! Caleb!" you suddenly can't control your voice and it gets even louder when he groans against your wetness, sending a deep rumble through you.

"I can make you feel so good, princess.." He whispers and you feel him push aside your panties before taking a rough lick from the bottom to the top. Your stickiness clung onto his tongue as he swallows it down, already hungry for more. Your back arches as Caleb starts licking away at your pussy, the way he was eating you out was like he hasn't had anything to eat or drink for days. His tongue laps up all your wetness before going back for your clit, swirling his wet tongue around it before giving it a gentle suck. The feeling sends waves of immense pleasure through you and you aren't able to control the moans that escape your lips, which turns Caleb on even more than he already was.

"D-don't..don't stop please...u-ugh..!" You whimper again as he buries his face deeper, his tongue probing into you while his nose nudges against your clit. "You taste so good.." you can barely hear him through the mumbling, he laps up the remaining juices and gets back up, looking directly into your eyes before pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Your tongues overlap each others in a hurry as you taste each other, you feel him reaching down to quickly untie the strings of his shorts before he suddenly stops kissing you. You let out an involuntary noise of discontent at the missing sensation of his lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist as a way to pull him in closer.

"M-more..more.." You moan softly and cups Caleb's face in for another kiss, emitting a low moan from his mouth. "I want more.." you whisper. Caleb inhales sharply and quickly drags his shorts and underwear down, exposing his cock proudly standing. You gasp when you feel the hardness graze you against your inner thigh and look into his eyes, he was already looking at you with a gentle gaze and you swear his lavender eyes were shining so brightly they looked like stars.

"Are you sure?" Caleb whispers, asking for confirmation one more time. He knew that if he did this there was no stepping back from it. He was going to crave you all the time, even more. He was going to need your touches to get through the day. He was going to need your tight pussy more and more. You breathe heavily at the question and you pull him down again for another wet kiss, giving him your answer.

Caleb positions himself hastily and pushes your soaking panties to the side again before rubbing his tip against your clit. He whimpers at the feeling, unable to control the bits of sticky pre-cum that leaks out. "I can't wait to fuck you." He whispers and slowly inserts himself into you. Both your moans echo through the empty room as he fills you up, his hard cock going deep into you until it can't anymore. He lets out a satisfied breath and holds you in his arms tightly, unwilling to move an inch.

"You have..no idea..how long I've wanted you."

You blush at his words, burying your face into his chest out of embarrassment until he suddenly jerks a hard thrust into you, making you yelp. "Don't hide from me." He whispers and holds your chin up so you can't avoid his gaze. "Let me see your face when I fuck you." You tremble at his words before he thrusts into you again, slowly finding his rhythm. You look at him with your hooded eyes as he lifts up that thin tshirt, exposing your entire body to him. He moan at the sight before grabbing a hold of your thighs and continue to thrust into you hard.

"Ungh..yes..yes..f-fuck!" You let out a string of curses as he picks up his pace, spreading your legs wider as he fucked into you. He licks his thumb before moving it down to rub your throbbing clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your body. "A-ah! Yes Caleb!" You moan out his name loudly as he continued to tease your hard clit, his wet and slippery finger drawing out quick circles on the little nub.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" He chuckles at the way your body was curling up to the pleasure, taking in every inch of your bare body with his hungry eyes. The way your breasts bounced to every thrust was enough to drive him over the edge. "Can anyone else make you feel this good? Hmm?" He thrusts into you again and lets out a raspy moan, unable to control himself. "Fuck, you're so tight." Caleb says before pushing your legs apart further and fucks you harder. He takes both your hands and pins them above your head, hovering above you as he thrusts deeper. Every move he puts into your body sends you shifting against the rough material of the couch and the both of you are sweating so much that it makes your skin cling onto each other even more.

"I-I can't hold it.." Caleb whimpers at a loss and stares into your eyes, there was a mixture of tears, sweat and spit between the both of you and you cry out as his pace picks up even more. "Y-yes! Caleb..!"

"I can't..I'm going to cum..a-ah!" Caleb gasps at your words and he puts in one final thrust before you the both of you shatter into a quaking orgasm. You tighten hard around him as your walls tremble with your own release and you can feel his thick cum shooting up inside you with every pump.

"A-ah..it feels so good.." He whimpers at the feeling of release and he stays buried inside you for a good minute before slowly pulling out, whining at the loss of your wet warmth. He takes a few deep breaths and holds you in his arms, gently moving strands of your hair away from your blushing face, laughing at the sight of your disheveled mess.

"You know..Summer vacation doesn't end for another two months.." He whispers and plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead, "which means.." You cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything else, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“The sundae’s all melted. Make me another.” You glare at him and he laughs heartily before taking a hold of your hand and kisses your palm. His dreamy lavender eyes flashing at you.

"Anything for you my princess."

-♡- END -♡-

wahhhh thank u all for reading! :D all my love ♡

my other writings

[wcbblife]

Nights with you

a/n: might not be much but I'm in love with the idea about Paige as a mom so read if you want.

You could practically feel how eager Paige was to just get back home to you and Mia. The anticipation of seeing her family again was probably the only thing keeping her going through the tough game tonight. It had been a gritty match, with Paige taking shots from every single player on the opposing team, but she’d managed to pull away with a win for her team.

You’d seen how exhausted she seemed in the post-game interview. She’d put on a brave face and smiled at the camera, but you caught the way her shoulders slumped as soon as she walked away, the weariness seeping through the cracks of her professional facade.

You could tell she was running on fumes at this point.

After the game, you wait a bit until you know she’s in the locker room. You hesitate, unsure if you should just go ahead and throw her a short text, knowing she still has some media obligations to take care of.

Paige had a routine: she liked to unwind a little before coming home, often taking a short bath to relax her muscles so that when she came home she was already ready to spend quality time with you two.

Before you could even think more about it, Paige beats you to it, sending you a short message: “I’ll try to keep it short today. Missing you guys already.”

It makes you smile immediately. You can picture her, tired but determined, pushing through the last of her duties just to get home to you and Mia as soon as possible.

However, you don’t hear from her for another two hours.

The wait feels endless, each minute dragging on as you try to keep yourself and Mia occupied. Mia babbles impatiently, her little face scrunched up in concentration as she plays with her toys. You bend down to pick her up, rocking her back and forth to soothe her restlessness.

The moment doesn’t last long. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your front door. You gasp at Mia, “Who’s that?” You let her down and smile as you hear the patter of her tiny feet on the wooden floor. She shrieks with delight, slapping her palms on the door repeatedly.

You open the door and you’re met with the most adorable sight. Paige, looking worn but radiant, lets her bags drop to the ground. She immediately squats down, arms outstretched to welcome Mia into her embrace. Mia doesn’t hesitate, throwing herself into Paige’s arms with a joyous squeal. Paige wraps her arms around her, lifting her up and holding her close with the widest grin ever.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, her voice thick and a little raspy. “I missed you so much today.”

She backs up, and Mia immediately runs her hands all over Paige’s face, giggling uncontrollably. You walk over, and Paige reaches out to give you a soft kiss. “Missed you too, momma,” she whispers against your lips.

Before you can say more, Mia fusses, pushing your faces away to wrap her small hands around Paige’s head. Paige huffs a laugh into Mia's chest, coaxing another round of giggles from the toddler. “You’re not gonna let me give some love to mommy, Mia?” she teases. You laugh, leaning in again, only to be stopped by a tiny hand planted square on your face.

“Hey, be careful with Momma,” Paige gently scolds, taking hold of Mia’s little hand and kissing it softly. “That hurts, sweetie.”

Mia, seemingly appeased, lays her head on Paige’s shoulder. Paige visibly relaxes, squeezing her tiny body a little tighter, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“Come in, it’s cold,” you say, pulling her inside and grabbing her bags. “There’s food on the stove if you haven’t already eaten, and the room’s already cool just in case you want to—” The words trail off as you turn around to find Paige’s face just inches from your own.

“Thank you, baby,” she murmurs, kissing the side of your mouth, then your cheek, and finally your lips. “You wanna eat with us, Mia?” she coos, running her fingers through Mia’s hair.

Mia hums into Paige’s neck, tightening her hold. Paige looks over at you.

“She’s a bit tired,” you note. You run your hand up and down Mia’s back, placing a soft kiss on her tiny shoulder as she nuzzles deeper into Paige’s neck. “Waiting for mommy tired her out a bit.”

“Should I put her to sleep?” Paige asks, gently rubbing Mia’s back.

“No, mommy…” Mia grumbles, sitting up a bit. Paige leans back to get a good look at her face and smiles as she sees Mia struggling to keep her eyes open. Mia rubs her eyes, and Paige tenderly pushes her head back down onto her shoulder.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby,” Paige whispers. She starts walking towards Mia’s room, gently swaying to soothe her. You follow, feeling the love radiating from the simple act of putting your daughter to bed. Paige lays Mia down gently, tucking her in with care.

As Mia finally drifts off, Paige stands up and takes your hand, leading you out of the room. She closes the door quietly, turning to you with a tired but contented smile. “Let’s eat,” she says softly, wrapping an arm around your waist as you head to the kitchen.

[pedriache]

you can write one with cubarsi where the reader is a famous singer and when she releases a song it's obvious that they're together and he's all shy

To be seen — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you release an album so painfully obvious about Pau !

Word count: 590+

Disclaimer/s: Half smau half actually writing! reader is a singer and alll fluff !!

A/N: okay ik u said song (singular) but then i got bored and made graphics so..

Yourusername

Liked by paucubarsi, billieeilish, 802,291 others

yourusername My second album ‘To be seen’ is out now on all platforms <3 Thank you to my support system & all of you guys, I love and appreciate you more than you know!!

View all comments . . .

username1 hey! so you were sick for this.

username2 are we going to brush over the fact that these are all love songs and she is literally dating Pau Cubarsí?? (i don’t have a source i just know.)

⤷ username3 RUGHT? i’m going insane. why IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THISSS

username4 my pauxy/n agenda has been pushed to the frontlines. nobody can deny them now.

paucubarsi I’m so proud of you mi amor❤️

⤷ yourusername I love you 😭❤️

⤷ username3 hey!! ahahahahahah i’m so normal rn guys im so normal hey hi im sooo normal

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username5 mi. amor. mi. amor.

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⤷ yourusername i cant breath i cant breath i cant

lamineyamal Pau’s blushing like a kid rn congrats ❤️

⤷ paucubarsi Get outtttttttttttt .

username6 hey so “show me how” is actually making me hit my head against a wall. delete it NOW.

⤷ yourusername uhm, you’re welcome..(?)💕

username7 IS THE SECOND PHOTO PAU AND Y/N?

⤷ username8 IT IS?? IT HAS TO BE??

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Your front door unlocking had you scrambling off the couch. A giddy pep in your step as you scrambled to meet your boyfriend in the entryway. When you see him, Pau has a faint blush across his cheeks, probably left over from his friends teasing.

“Hello.” You hum as Pau wraps his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss onto your lips.

“Hello.” He repeats the greeting when he pulls away. “You could’ve told me what your album was about.”

Right.

You wanted it to be a surprise. ‘To be seen’ was your one year anniversary gift to Pau, finding the only way you could explain the depth of your love was through your songwriting.

You shrug, “I told you it was a surprise!” You plant another kiss on his lips, “did you like it?”

“I loved it..” He hesitates before speaking again, “the fans also really liked it. Have you read the comments?” He’s blushing again when he brings it up.

“They are under my post about my album. So, yes, my dear, sweet boyfriend, I have.” Wriggling out of his grasp, you pat his cheek. “My parents are on the way home with takeout to celebrate! You are staying right?”

Pau rolls his eyes, “it’s our anniversary, of course I’m staying.” He trails after you into the living room, plopping down beside you on the couch and pulling you into his side. “I love you.”

Grinning up at him, you say a soft, “I love you,” back. Pau leans down for another kiss but you stop him, pressing your pointer finger to his lips and Pau’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “First, tell me your favorite song.”

“Lovesong.” He grins, “it’s.. cute.”

“Cute?” You laugh, “I’ll take it.”

“So..?” Letting out a dramatic huff, you nod—mid doing so, his lips connect with yours once again. “Also, when did that picture of us even get taken?”

Sighing at the loss of contact, you rest your head on his shoulder. “A few months ago, when we visited my parent’s lake cabin. My sister took it.”

Pau’s cheeks puff up with the smile that took over his face. “Send it to me?” You nod, reaching for your phone.

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Handle With Care

Summary: You've had a truly awful day, luckily, your adoring boyfriend Minho is there to make it better. 2.5k words

Warnings: there's sex, but honestly it feels like someone accidentally got porn in my fluff so do with that what you will. reader is as gender neutral as physically possible. reader is also lowkey a crybaby, sorry but actually I'm not

Notes: Hello adoring public. It turns out, I can write fanfiction, and with the encouragement of Juno and Ems, I can also post it! There is a cat in this, she was inspired by a cat my family used to have and a cat my family currently has. They're both calico which I think explains everything you need to know about them.

There’s a lot you can say about the day you had today, and most of them start with sh- and end in -itty. You’re thinking on this as you dive head first onto the rough material of your couch, great for sitting, bad for face planting. You hear a scratching by your head and absentmindedly bat your cat away from the arm of the couch, mumbling something about how she has a perfectly good cat tree two feet away before resuming your completely justified sulking.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you come home. How was your day?” There’s a voice above you and you can picture him in your mind's eye, leaning against the back of the couch as he stares at your limp form, probably eyeing the shoes you didn’t take off by the door. You mumble something half hearted in response and he huffs before the sound of walking hits your ears and all the breath leaves your body at once. He’s sitting on you. This motherfucker is sitting on you.

“Get off, Minho” You had to tilt your head to the side, it’s hard enough to breathe through couch fabric as is, much less when there’s a full grown man sitting on your back.

“You should answer people when they try to talk to you, jagiya.”

“You shouldn’t sit on people while they’re laying down, yeobo.” Your voice is a lot more acidic than his was and a twinge of guilt settles on you before it dissipates as he shifts and manages to place more weight on your back.

“Hmm. I guess we’re both doing things that we shouldn’t then. How tragic.” His voice is deadpan, and you still can’t see him from where your head is turned- your view is limited to the back of the couch and his arm in your periphery- but you can feel the dead stare he’s aiming at your skull. There’s a silence for a few moments while you engage in a war of attrition, neither of you willing to give up just yet, but it’s getting genuinely hard to breathe and your back is starting to hurt.

“It sucked, please get off.” He does, patting your back consolingly.

“See? Was that so hard?” He guides your head to his lap as you both sit back down, petting over your hair like he would his cats. “Tell me, what’s got my baby in such a tizzy?”

You grumble at him, rolling over to shove your face into his stomach, tired and petulant. He sighs softly, but keeps patting your head, so you know he’s mostly just doing it for show.

“That kind of day, hmm, jagi?” And you nod again. Honestly, it wasn’t much different from a normal day, it’s just that the right things managed to go very wrong and subsequently ruined your day in a way that has pressure forming behind your eyes and your voice cracking stupidly every time you try to talk.

You both sit for a while before he puts something on the TV and gently shoves your head off his lap.

“Hey-”

“Do you want the dinner I worked so hard on to go cold?” He has his hands on his hips in front of you and you laugh slightly at how funny he looks. He rolls his eyes and goes, coming back with two bowls of something before he forcefully sits you up and shoves it in your hands.

“Eat.”

“Yes, chef.”

The food is delicious, it always is when Minho cooks it, he’s got a talent for it you’ve never really seen firsthand, and you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to eat it as often as he’s able to make it for you. Still, gratefulness and taste aside, your day was shitty enough that every mouthful tastes like ash and turns to rot in your stomach, leaving you with an unsettling queasiness that shouldn’t ever be attributed to your boyfriend’s cooking. You’re shoving the contents around with a spoon before he huffs- a real one this time- and takes the bowl from you, setting it on the coffee table next to his own before he mutes the TV.

“Okay. Quite clearly something is wrong. What can I do to help you?” You think he knows, but you like that he asks anyway. Minho always asks, always lets you talk and sort out whatever’s going on before he tries to help. Even if your answer is a simple shake of the head, a simple, I don’t feel like it, become a mind reader, he always asks before he helps. Sometimes you wonder how he always knows what you need, others you just decide to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

You huff and your lip wobbles pathetically and he coos, slightly condescending.

“Crying already? I haven’t even done anything.” He’s teasing, but his hands are gentle as he pulls you into his lap, his hands are gentle as they find their way under your shirt, his mouth is gentle as it kisses down the side of your face to your neck.

“‘M sorry,” you’re not the biggest fan of crying, neither is he, but for different reasons. He’s not someone who’s brought to tears easily, you are, but there’s an inherent shame in it, you think. Something so embarrassing about getting worked up enough to start crying like a baby, and so as much and as often as you feel like crying, you don’t. This he also knows, because he knows everything.

“Aish, why are you sorry for? I didn’t tell you to apologize, did I?” He taps your cheek lightly, causing you to look up at him, he plants a kiss on your nose, then your mouth.

“Sweet thing, don’t worry about anything except for what I tell you to, okay?” And you nod and he smiles.

You’re not much for talking in times like these, everything is so sensitive and soft and talking feels like a cheese grater on this cloudlike moment so you don’t and he knows, so he doesn’t chide you for it. Usually, he would. He’d crack a hand down on your ass or grab a fistful of your hair and tell you that he asked you a question so he expects an answer, but that’s not what you need right now, so he doesn’t. He just kisses your jaw again before he puts both of his warm hands under your shirt and lets his fingers poke at your chest.

He always says his hands are small, but really, you wouldn’t be able to tell, not with the way he cups your chest in his hand and lets his thumb brush over your nipple, gentle and reverent. It’s not much, not as much as he usually gives you, but it’s enough to have your mouth dropping open with a gasp and your back arching into his hand, it’s enough to have him giggling softly at your reaction.

“Sensitive today?” He’s teasing again, as soft as he is right now, he’s still Minho, he still likes to poke fun. You huff, biting at his shoulder softly in retaliation and he lets you, pinching your nipple just this side of too much in retribution before one of his hands wanders down to your ass, groping and squishing the flesh. Your breath stutters in your chest as he pushes your hips forward onto his, friction sending sparks up your spine.

“Min-” You’re desperate and he hasn’t even done anything yet, not really. A few stray touches and you already feel yourself shattering to pieces in his grasp, you’re not afraid though, and not quite ashamed. He’ll take care of you, he always does.

He does it again, guides your hips forward until you’ve gotten the hint to keep going by yourself and you’re struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do, removing your head from the home it’s made on his shoulder and making a go at his mouth. It’s messy, your coordination shot already, and you almost smash your forehead into his nose before he catches your head with a laugh.

“Easy there. Bloody noses aren’t exactly sexy.” You disagree, he could make anything sexy, but you don’t have time to voice that thought as he pushes his mouth onto yours and lovingly shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss is messy, they always are. However gentle he is, he can never seem to stop himself from kissing you until your face is covered in drool and spit, and if it were anyone else, you’d be mildly repulsed, but you like the way he looks at your mouth after it’s over, so you let it slide. 

You pull away, chest burning and heaving and look at him before you still, eyes drawn to something by his head.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You don’t answer, gaze still drawn away from him.

“There’s a little white girl staring at me.” He turns his head to the side and laughs as he comes face to face with your cat, her green eyes boring into him. He scratches her head affectionately and lets her headbutt him before your center of gravity is shifting drastically and you’re clinging onto him for dear life.

The bedroom door shuts before you’re very aware of it and suddenly there’s a mattress under your back and a Minho over your front and his hands are up your shirt again, this time shoving it off of you until your chest is bare. You shiver slightly from the cold and then there’s a blanket being shoved around your shoulders and you smile up at him. He knows you so well, he loves you so much and your eyes are welling with tears.

“Aigoo, my little crybaby. It’s just a blanket,” there’s a kiss on each of your cheek bones, “silly thing. Save your tears for when my cock is in you, hmm?” Your breath stutters again and your hands are tugging at his shirt until he takes it off, he laughs again when your hands immediately find his chest.

“I’m glad someone appreciates my hard work.”

“They’re nice boobs.” The sentence catches him off guard, makes him laugh hard enough that he loses his balance a little and his weight settles onto you more. It’s comforting, like a weighted blanket that can talk and walk and kiss you silly.

Then, his hands are under your bottoms, tugging them off your legs and you’re suddenly wearing nothing and he’s still in his pants, which you find disgustingly unfair. You reach down and tug on the hem off his sweats, pouting and huffing until he gets the message and tugs those off too.

“You just want to get me naked,” he starts. “I can’t believe you just want me for my body.” You nod cheekily in response and he smacks your shoulder.

“Yah! See if I’m ever nice to you again!” But he’s kissing your neck again as his hands guide your legs to cross over his hips before he’s touching you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs and makes your head tip back into the pillows.

“There we go. So pretty when you’re like this, hmm? So soft and sweet for me.” His fingers are in you now, pressing insistently against that spot that makes white splash in your vision and reflexively forces your legs shut. He grunts slightly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, pressure just this side of uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps his pace steady inside you until you’re almost tipping over and he stops. You look at him with something akin to betrayal, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to complain he’s sliding home and you don’t have enough air to say anything anyway.

He catches it though, rolls his eyes as he sees the way your attitude was about to flare up.

“What did I tell you earlier, jagiya? Don’t worry about anything unless I tell you to worry about it. I always take care of you, don’t I?” He does, he’s good to you like that. He sounds slightly out of breath already, unusual for him, but you don’t mind because it feels like you’re seconds away from God’s doorstep yourself.

His pace is slow and deep, bass knock steady even as you squirm under him. If this were a normal situation, he’d stop, hands gripping your hips unforgivingly until you stayed still, but this isn’t a normal situation so he lets you wiggle, only huffing in mild irritation before he leans down to kiss you again.

“You’re gonna knock us off the damn bed, baby.” But he doesn’t make any move to stop you, and you feel too good to really process his words anyway. You love him, you really do, and you’re struck with the overwhelming urge to tell him, to let him know, to make him know. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in until he hisses and levels you with a glare, one that instantly softens when he meets your eyes.

“I love you,” it comes out of you as a sob, like it was wrenched from your vocal chords before you gave yourself permission to think it. “I love you so much.” You’re rambling now, repeating those three words over and over and Minho coos, hips faltering just slightly. He always goes weak when you tell him you love him, and you keep it in your back pocket like a weapon for the times that you’re in trouble.

“I love you, too, jagiya. ‘S that why you’re crying? Hmm? Love me so much it’s gotta spill out from your pretty eyes?” You nod in response, breath hitching from the pleasure and the tears and his hand drifts from its place on your hip to touch you again and you’re spilling liquid heat before you can really register what’s happening. You feel him inside you, too, insides suddenly molten warm but you’re floating too high for it to feel like it’s happening to you, like you’ve been temporarily ejected from your body.

When your soul settles back into your bones, Minho is laying next to you, staring at you with his wide eyes, you look over at him and smile.

“Is boba really worth it?” He looks confused at your question before you poke him on the eyelid and he laughs.

“Feel better?” You consider for a moment. Your teeth don’t feel like they’re too big for their sockets and your bones no longer feel itchy. You’re hungry, but mostly, your mind is quiet. There’s no overwhelming pressure behind your eyes and when you talk your voice cracks from sleep instead of from the force of choking back tears.

“Much. I’m hungry, though.” You give your best impression of puppy eyes at him and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You’ve been told that your pleading face looks mildly perturbing, but Minho always says you remind him of Soonie when you do it. It makes you feel slightly bad for Soonie, soon the cat isn’t going to be able to get anything off of Minho because you’ll have rendered him immune.

He comes back with your reheated bowl in one hand and your cat in the other.

“She screamed at me until I picked her up. Stood on my feet and hollered.” He winces slightly. “I should’ve put on boxers because she almost mistook my dick for a toy.”

[churipu]

Hi! ☺️ First and foremost, I hope you're doing well. Also, I just recently found your page and I love your writing!

I really liked your post on the super sensitive reader with the jjk men. Can I get headcanons of the jjk men with reader who is very stoic and a little emotionally constipated? Like they have never seen reader cry ever while in their relationship together, but then reader ends up having a hard week and ends up crying from frustration.

jjk men & their emotionally constipated partner

featuring. shiu kong, itadori yuuji, todo aoi, geto suguru x reader

warnings. cursing and jjk men being sweet and soft to their partner <;33

note. hi anon! i'm doing great, hbu love? thank you for liking my works, you don't know how much that means to me, i hope you have a great day! and thank you for requesting, i find this request very interesting <33 also, thank you guys for the big amount of support i've been receiving for the last two days, can you imagine i gained like 140+ followers in that matter of time? i'm going to start violently sobbing istg. anw, i hope u sexies enjoy this <33

SHIU KONG. shiu loves you a lot, even if you struggle in showing the love back to him, he knows you love him a lot. shiu would receive random messages (mostly a picture of something and then you tell him that it reminded you of him, probably deemed as your love language now). i feel like shiu is partly happy that you don't take things into the heart - but at times he'd be very worried about you. you never cry, you almost never get angry at him even if he did something wrong (you'd just tell him it's nothing and you weren't mad, but he sometimes think it's because you didn't want to engage yourself in arguments), and hell, he barely sees you smile at all.

shiu has heard you tell stories about your new work place, which you quote unquote as toxic. and you've been in the company for no longer than three months, but the stories about your very annoying co-worker and your boss never stops. he swore that the topic of your work place was the only thing that could get you riled up.

i feel like shiu would be the type of boyfriend who would tell you to stop working because he's financially stable enough to provide for you, but you decline telling him that you didn't want to live off of him.

shiu didn't force you to stop or quit your job though, he'd be glad to listen to you talk about your days at work.

"y/n? you're ho— darling, what happened?" he saw the solemn look on your face and realized that something must have happened (yet again) at your work place, he dropped the cigar that was lodged in between his lips and immediately approached you.

you shook your head, inhaling sharply before kicking off your shoes, "work, of course."

"is it your boss? or that same co-worker again?" shiu knew that it was either your boss or this one co-worker who doesn't seem to enjoy your presence in the office.

"both." you sat down on the couch, throwing your head back in exhaustion (you were about to cry and the only way to stop your tears from coming out was to just force it back in with your head back), "i'm getting my paycheck reduced this month."

shiu took a seat next to you, "why?"

"i was blamed for something my co-worker did, this is so unfair," your voice cracked a little and shiu pulled you into a hug, you choked out a sob, "this is so unfair," you muttered out, your pent out anger and disappointment finally seeping out in a form of tears.

"hey, shh..." he soothes you, pulling back to see your tearful eyes. he grazed over your cheek to wipe the droplets away, "let me take care of them, yeah?"

you shook your head, "don't have to, i don't want to make this into a bigger mess."

shiu planted a kiss on your forehead, "don't worry about it darling, you trust me, don't you?"

"yes."

shiu had a "talk" with your boss and your co-worker the very next day and your co-worker ended up resigning right after, and your boss, well they never bothered you anymore (and you're getting an extra paycheck for the next half a year).

ITADORI YUUJI. people always wonder how you and itadori ended up with each other. him being this ray of sunshine, and you were like the moon. but he didn't care about what everyone says, he loves you — and that's what matter, right?

wrong. don't think that you didn't notice the enormous shit talking about you behind your back, about how you probably bribed itadori into dating you and what not. usually, you'd shove all those down the drain and forget about it.

but for some reason, you couldn't help but to rethink about what they said. how itadori isn't too fit for you, or how you don't deserve him at all. the only thing that managed to trigger you was how somebody said that itadori deserves someone more "emotionally available" for him, and that person isn't you.

you never liked being emotionally constipated, people always talk about you behind your back, saying how you're so distant and that being the reason you don't have any friends. you keep telling yourself that you're used to it when it comes to you, but when it comes to itadori and your relationship — you feel helpless.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you looked up at him, a glint of worry flashing in his eyes. and you can't help but to feel the frustration building in you as you remember the words people say to you, "yes..no? i don't kno—" you choked out, smacking your hand on top of your mouth at the sound you let out.

it just got worse when you feel the tears you've been penting up for the past few weeks come out. itadori blinked feverishly, a little surprised to see you crying like this. he has never seen you cry before, "y/n..?" he breathes out, his hand reaching out to you, but you moved back, trying to avoid his touch.

the embarrassment you felt was horrid, you hated crying in front of people, even your own boyfriend, "baby," itadori mutters out seriously, grabbing your arms and then pulling them away from your face, "tell me what's wrong. talk to me."

i feel like he knew where this was going, he had a hunch. for the past few weeks, you asked him about why he was with you, why he loves you when there were better people out there (you think). and he knew it was because of what people said.

"i...i just don't think i'm the right one for you, yuuji. they're right, you need a more emotionally available partner."

itadori's face fell when you said that, and he shook his head, pulling you into his embrace. rocking back and forth like a baby, "why would you say that? why would you listen to them y/n?" he asks quietly.

"i...don't know."

he pulled away, brows furrowed and he held your shoulders, "you're perfect for me, i don't give a fuck what they said about you and i. the next time someone says something, i'm going to beat them up," the thing is, he looked so serious you couldn't help but to chuckle.

"you just chuckled.." he breathes out, "my life is complete."

TODO AOI. he's very boisterous, and i feel like he'd be the type of person who would defend his partner everywhere they go. when you accepted his feelings, he was surprised since he never expected you to like someone like him. but he was pretty damn proud of you, and as a boyfriend, he shows you off like a trophy.

telling people about how amazing you are, how you make him happy, or how you treat him nicely. but people are fucking judgmental, some of them don't like the idea of others living happily — and you never thought that "these" particular people would target you next for it.

saying how fucking weird todo is for liking someone like you, and you had to be honest, it did get into you. and so began your avoidance to your own boyfriend, todo.

he hates it. he hated how you changed out of the blue, no matter how hard he tries to reach out for you, you weren't the same anymore and he never got why you decided to change.

believe me when i say that he tried asking his friends about it, or about tips to get you to talk to him. but really, they weren't much of a help, saying how you probably got bored and is avoiding him so he would be the one to break up first with you.

todo didn't want to let the idea of that get into him, but after a few weeks of you avoiding him non-stop, he began thinking the same thing. were you bored of him? did he do something that you didn't like? or is it because he ate the last chocolate chip cookie you were saving up and blamed it on someone else?

so when he got the chance to bump into you, he immediately took it as a chance to ask you about it.

"why are you avoiding me?" you tried ending the conversation right away by going the other way, but man is fast fast so he didn't let you — still wanting to know about the sudden change in your behavior.

todo knows how you didn't like being cornered, or how you don't like talking about the relationship, sappy shit. but if he didn't talk to you about this, todo knew he was going to regret it.

"y/n," he grabbed the back of your collar, pulling you back lightly, "did i do something wrong?"

you were silent for a few seconds before todo's ears perked up at the sound of soft, choked out sobs. you were crying. you were crying. and the panic sinks in, "i..i'm sorry, did i pull on your collar too hard?!" he panics, flailing his arms.

you shook your head, "...no, i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo stopped his panicking and stood up straight, "i couldn't stop thinking about what people have to say about us, and now that i think about it, i feel like you deserve more than me," todo widened his eyes and looked around.

"who the fuck said that? i'm going to beat them up so bad people won't recognize them," todo mutters out and the corner of your lips tugged upward, "is that why you're avoiding me?"

you nod, "it was wrong. i know i should've said something about it. i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo laid his hand on top of your head, brushing your h/c softly with a gentle smile, "you're perfect for me, fuck those people," he cusses out, "next time you hear em', don't forget to find out their names— i'm going to give them a lesson for it."

SUGURU GETO. suguru and you are like two peas in a pod. people never see him without you and vice versa, and often people would say that you both are the perfect couple. despite your personalities almost being the same type of calm, suguru is a calm man, and he's soft spoken. while you were just plain cold and stoic, rarely speak of something or even show your emotions.

someone bothering you? okay. someone making fun of you? okay. you were practically a walking definition of "i give zero fucks". but that doesn't mean you can't feel hurt, you are still human after all.

so when suguru told you about how he has a new co-worker, and how she has been clinging onto him, how she tries to get in his pants. you find it cute how he tells you about it, even telling you that you should come to his workplace so he could show you off.

you didn't feel anything because you trusted him. until you see the so called "co-worker" of his. she's pretty, you can't deny that. and you could see how she gets along with almost everyone, having no problem in instigating a conversation or complimenting people. people definitely like her.

that's where the insecurity began sinking in.

would suguru fall for her like everyone in his workplace does? would he leave you for her? so many questions you wanted to find the answer to.

"baby?"

you look at him, completely out of your daydream. he cocks his head to the side, "are you okay? you've been zoning out a lot lately..." he said, voice gentle and worried.

you nodded, "yeah. sorry. got a lot in my mind."

"do you want to talk about it?" he brushes a few h/c strands from covering your face, "you've been a little distant. is it something that i did, baby?"

god, just the thought of suguru thinking it was him made you a little sensitive. the past few weeks was already hard enough for you to contain yourself from breaking down, and him asking that made the tears you held in for so long drop out all at once.

suguru was a little taken aback and he sat straight up, alarmed, "y/n? baby? what's wrong?" he asks you gently, wiping the tears that never ceased from your face.

"i feel..i feel like i'm not enough. you deserve better than me, suguru." suguru swallowed the lump in his throat, he should've known, ever since you came to his workplace, you had started getting distant. and he should've known that was the reason.

suguru shook his head, cupping your face before giving you soft little kisses all over your face, "don't" a kiss on your forehead. "you" a kiss on your left cheek. "dare" a kiss on your right cheek. "say" a kiss on your nose. "that" a kiss on your chin.

the male gazes into your eyes deeply, "i love you," he softly said before planting a kiss on your lips, "you're the one i want, you're perfect for me. i can't see my future without you y/n, so please don't think about that..."

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[janahanooo]

MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!!!!! As promised, here is the follow up

And uh, no I didn't forget to post this.... okay maybe

Ace: c'monnnn Yuu! Tell me what you got for me!!

Yuu: no, you have to wait for the evening! And also you promised that you and Deuce will be able to come to the Christmas dinner at Ramshackle

Ace: Yes-yes, we are coming, it was suprisingly easy to convince the dormhead too

Yuu: huh?

Ace: it's nothing, now let's hurry!

Yuu: thank you everyone for coming to this dinner, this means a lot to us

Grim: I care more for the food, but yeah-yeah... it's nice to have you guys here.... i guess

Ace: heh, what was that Grim? Are you embarrassed?

Grim: M-MYAH?!?! NO?! THE GREAT GRIM COULD NEVER-!

Yuu: okay! So, lets eat and then we can give each others the presents!

Epel: I'm curious what you got for the others, can you tell me?

Yuu: no, sorry. I know you would tell them.

Deuce: it was worth a shot

Sebek: Huma- khm. Yuu, this was delicious

Jack: do you mind if I bring some with me after this? Ruggie senpai would def chew my ears off if he heard how good the food was here.

Yuu: sure!

Grim: hench-human!! The presents!

Yuu: alright, alright. You can open your presents.

Grim: !!

Grim: a- a whole box of tuna cans!? M-mhay?! All for me?!

Yuu: yep, all of it is yours

Jack: it's a new pair of running shoes...

Yuu: khm...

Jack: it's a plant pot... i love it!

Epel: ugh, this sweater really is ugly

Epel: I love it!

Sebek: *sniffle* thank you *holds a malleus plushie that has a voice recorder saying, "I appreciate you Sebek" and "My dear knight in shining armor"*

Yuu: you have no idea how hard it was to get to him on day light, so I had him say this on one of our late night walks

Deuce: that's so nice of you Yuu.

Yuu: yeah-yeah, now, open yours!

Deuce: ...a key? Prefect, you did not...

Yuu: come on, it wasn't my wallet. It was Crowley's. So use it with good health

Ace: now I'm really excited to know what you got me

Yuu: go for it

Ace: *opens the present*

Ace:

Ace: are you for real?

Ace: prefect. How much did you spend on us??? *recieved tickets to his favourite basketball teams all year matches*

Yuu: again, it was mostly out of Crowley's wallet

The first years: *looking at eachother and then nodding*

Epel: then, we would like you to have this

Jack: it's not much, but we hope you'll like it

Yuu: huh?

Yuu: *opens the present, and it's framed pictures of all of them, making it look like they are a family*

Yuu: I- I don't even- how- why? This is so nice, you guys-

Yuu: *starts crying*

The first years: !!

Ace: oh come on, hey! It- it's not that bad!

Deuce: dude! Don't make it worse! *punches Ace* Yuu, do you not like it?

Yuu: *sniffle* no, I love it. Thank you guys, I have the best family in the whole world...

[heyits481]

Lando’s smile drops a bit when he sees the man approaching, knowing he’ll want a picture with the both of them. The restaurant is small, nothing too fancy, and he’d naively hoped that maybe they would be able to finish their meal and enjoy the short drive back to the hotel without being bothered. This close to Paul Ricard, Lando supposes he shouldn’t have been so optimistic.

“Pardon, you two drive the race cars, no?” The French accent is so thick Lando can hardly understand the man, but tries to paste on a grin in response.

He hopes Oscar understands. Thinks that he will. It’s not like Lando’s ashamed of being seen out getting dinner with Oscar, or anything. Not like he’s embarrassed of having him as a teammate, or friend really, if Lando’s being honest with himself. It’s just that he hates sharing everything. He knows the picture will get posted somewhere. Hates that he can’t have this be just for him.

Oscar smiles at the man politely, hands messing with the glass of water in front of him. Lando watches a bead of condensation drip down the side. “Yeah, sure do.” Lando can almost feel Oscar’s gaze move to him, but he keeps his own firmly planted on the tablecloth. Picks at the hem of it under the table.

“Did you want, um-” he flops his right hand toward the man’s phone. Doesn’t know why he’s asking, of course the man wants a photo.

Jon’s told him before that he can always tell people no, that he’s not obligated to anything, if he doesn’t want to. But then Jon’s not the one being asked, not having to face the pleading eyes, the demanding tones, the dropped shoulders that followed the few times he had declined.

The man crouches down slightly as he nods, hand coming up, phone at the ready. Lando tries to avoid looking at himself in frame, looks at the man’s reflection instead, tries to mimic the bright smile with his own face.

The sound of a shutter. Lando resists rolling his eyes, he’s never understood old people’s obsession with having their phone volume on full blast. The man squeezes his shoulder. “Ah merci, merci, I will have to send to my daughter, she adores you!”

Lando lets himself zone out a bit while the man repeats the process with Oscar. Focuses back just in time to tell the man to thank his daughter for being a supporter before watching him walk back to his own table.

Oscar doesn’t say anything for a bit, but once again Lando can feel him watching. Lando pushes his food around his plate under the guise of eating. Shivers slightly when he accidentally scrapes his fork across the porcelain. Oscar clears his throat. “You ok mate?”

Pushing the sleeves of his sweater up his arms Lando shrugs, doesn’t quite know how to say “I want to keep you just for me,” in a way that doesn’t sound creepy and possessive and not at all how he should feel about his teammate. Decides to go with, “Yeah, I’m fine.” instead.

Oscar doesn’t look convinced, but lets it slide, keeping up a polite stream of conversation about how the tires they were testing felt, how they spent their break, random stuff that Lando only half listens to. It’s on the drive back to the hotel that Oscar brings it up again.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” His tone doesn’t leave much room for discussion and Lando’s hands begin to sweat slightly where they’re gripping the steering wheel. He hums. “Nothing’s the matter.” He hopes Oscar doesn’t notice the way his knuckles whiten around the wheel.

He hears Oscar shift in his seat slightly. “It’s just, ever since that guy-” Lando shakes his head, interrupting. “Osc. I’m fine.” He glances over quickly before looking back to the road. Indicates his turn into the hotel car park. “Honestly.” Oscar waits until he pulls into a spot to speak again, and Lando now has no reason to not turn and look at him.

Oscar is twisted slightly in his seat, hands resting on his thighs. The dim lights of the car park cast a slight glow against his profile. Lando wants to trace the line of Oscar’s jaw.

“Is it because we were out at dinner? And you didn’t want people to see you with me?” There’s a slight flush under his eyes as he says it.

Lando shakes his head, turning his body more toward Oscar, hand reaching out before he can stop himself. He freezes when it’s inches away from Oscar’s neck. “Shit. No- I- I mean yes, but not because of you, I just hate that there’s no privacy, or that it couldn’t be just me and you having dinner, you know? It’s not like I want to hide you.” When he realizes what he’s said Lando’s eyes go wide. “Not saying your mine to hide-”

Oscar’s blush deepens, but he’s smiling now. Not like the one he’d given at the restaurant, but genuine this time. The type of smile Lando is used to being on the receiving end of. “I get it, you know I feel the same.”

And Lando does know. Oscar’s always been a private person. It had taken a month for him to mention breaking up with his girlfriend to Lando, let alone the rest of the world.

Lando lets out a breath, the puff of air ruffling Oscar’s bangs. He didn’t realize he had leaned so close to him. Lando shifts away slightly, dropping his hand to the fiddle with the gear shift.

“I wouldn’t mind though.”

Oscar is almost whispering. His eyes on his own lap now. Lando feels the way his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Wouldn’t mind what? Not having privacy?” Oscar’s head shakes, hair soft across his forehead.

“Being yours.”

Lando feels like his skin is on fire. It’s overwhelming how quickly his brain flashes the images before him- Oscar letting him touch, stretching Oscar out over the bed, tracing over his pale skin with his tongue, the tight feeling of Oscar around him, Oscar under him gasping out his name.

He presses his legs together. “Oscar don’t say- fuck- don’t say that if you don’t-” Oscar’s eyes snap up to meet Lando’s. “I do mean it.” His tone is bold, eyes dark like he’s daring Lando to question him.

There’s a pause and then Lando can’t stop himself from reaching out, one hand twisting into the front of Oscar’s shirt, the other gently brushing his hair back, Lando holding his breath as the soft strands glide between his fingers.

“Osc. You’d let me? Like, I could- you’d be mine?” Lando knows he’s not really making sense, but his tongue feels cottony and dry. He wants to wet it in Oscar’s mouth.

Oscar’s pupils are huge, head tilted back slightly as Lando leans over him. Lando bushes his thumb across Oscar’s temple. Watches Oscar’s eyes dart down to Lando’s lips as he whispers, “Yeah. I want you to.” Lando’s not sure if Oscar even knows what he’s agreeing to, but then Oscar leans forward, mouth brushing against Lando’s. “Want to be yours.”

[greencheekconure27]

Spring has officially started :)

[narcissarina]

I read a hilarious Reddit post of a guy saying “called my wife after I got shot and actually said ‘hey honey, I kinda got shot’ and she was mad I said it like that” and all I can picture is re2!Leon (maybe RC didnt get destroyed, so he’s a cute lil rookie) getting a call from his s/o and s/o is like, in the hospital or something and is like “Hey, just so you know there’s a dude with a gun mugging people. Oh btw, he tried to mug me and I kinda got shot”

Poor pookie is gonna be SO distraught.

LEON WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AT THE SAME TIME😭😭😭 making a short one shot outta this, sorry it took so long😭😭🙏

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕

Leon was working a little late so he made sure to tell you, he’s finishing up his report and check his phone for the time. His thoughts drift you, he wonders how beautiful you sleep in your shared bed and how he’ll slowly get on bed—careful not to wake you up until your feel the bed weight shifts and turn to him and ask him that he just got home in a tired tone.

Files were stacked on his desk; messy and pens all over. He picked the papers he should organize, pens in its case. He yawns and keep himself awake with some coffee, he hums as he thought of you.

As if the noise seems to muffle, leaving Leon on his own in his world. His phone rang, snapping him back and took his phone. Its was your number on display, a big grin planted on his face as he picked up, “hey, baby. Need something?” he asked, his tone sweet and loving, “uhm…” your voice was heard from the end of his phone.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m in a hospital right now.” Before you could speak further, Leon hang up the call, adrenaline course through him.

Everything is clean in this room, you were lying in a hospital bed with the monitor beeping. You look down at your phone that shows Leon hang up on you, cutting you off before finishing what you had to say.

You place your phone down near the bed drawer and deeply inhales, you pick up a nurse shouting from outside your room, “sir, you can’t come in there!”

You flinched, tugging the blanket close to you as Leon burst right to the door—sweat running down his forehead, he’s out of breath as he spots you in the bed, “baby, what happened?” he asked, rushing to your side and squeezing your hand as he brought your knuckles to his lips.

“I just want to buy you your favorite food because I was planning to stay up late and wait for you on the dinner table.” He hums and nod, “yeah?”

“There was this dude who’s mugging people,” Leon raise a brow and nodded, “where is he?” he asked, going to call units to find the smuggler. “He tried to mug me and I kinda got shot.” Your lips turn to thin lines as Leon’s face dropped and his mouth open.

Silence comes between you as he let out a small, “huh?” he was distraught, “got shot.” You repeat and laugh it off, “don’t worry I’m—holy shit are you crying?” your tone changing to chill to concern, “are you okay?” he sniffle, he just couldn’t believe that you would laugh it off and go about your day.

He leans close and bury his head to your stomach, “Leon, I’m fine.” You assured, “no, you’re not fine.” He mumbles and you could feel warm liquids from your hospital gown, “I’m sorry, I’ll try to get off work as early as I can and be with you and won’t let this happen again.” He apologized to something he can’t control, you smiled at his warm words and assurance.

“There’s no need for that,” you said, “yes it do.” He insist and called up a friend back to R.P.D to catch the smuggler as he promised you to make that guy apologize for shooting and trying to mug you. What you kept in mind is Leon is just super worried and blamed himself when you get hurt and he’s not there to support you when it happen.

“You’re such a baby.”

“I’m your baby.” You earn a laugh from him as he pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, “not going to lie, it was kind of funny—but it’s also not funny since you got shot.”

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏.

[charlessainzz]

Hello!! I want to ask for a fluff carlos fic with reader who has an acute resting b face to the point people think she hates dating him, while the truth is that she's a pretty chill and sweet person as long as she with someone she closed with.

That's it i guess, thank you and have a great day love ❤

thank you for requesting this!!! it’s such a cute idea. hopefully it’s somewhat okay hehe

RBF

Slamming your phone down on the counter caused your wine glass to go tumbling.

“Well shit!” you shouted as you stared at the pool of red. You had had enough already. You were not about to cry over spilled wine too.

Your friend had sent you another Instagram post from the F1 drama blogs about your “Resting Bitch Face”. After every race or moment you are seen with your boyfriend, another post is made about your “RBF”. It was like they were obsessed with talking about it!

Your boyfriend, Carlos, walks into the kitchen. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why is there wine everywhere?”, he asked with concern.

Letting out a huff, you pointed to your phone. “They won’t stop picking at me! They keep calling me miserable and a bitch!” you say raising your voice.

Carlos walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Let me see”, he whispers into your shoulder. You hand him the phone and click on the post. It’s a picture of you and him in the paddock having breakfast. Of course the focus isn’t you two holding hands in the picture. The focus is your face. Unfortunately you suffered from chronic resting bitch face. You couldn’t help it! You just always had a serious face, especially when listening to others or when concentrating.

“They all think I hate you…”, you squeaked. Tears beginning to appear in your waterline. Carlos immediately took notice.

He clicks your phone off and sets it aside. Turning you around to face him, he places your face in his hands. “I like your serious face.”, he jokes giving you a kiss. “I like all your faces…” he says again.

You feel your cheeks blush and try to squirm out of his embrace. “Carlos I’m serious! The world thinks I hate you, it’s only a matter of time before you think the same!” you groan.

“Hey hey. Don’t say that. I could never think that y/n”, he says with conviction. “Who cares what they say online. They don’t know the real you”.

You give him a pouty face.

“I like that face too”, he says with a smirk.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you fall back into his arms again.

“Oh yeah that’s my favorite face of yours”, he admits. You look up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

Nuzzling your face into his neck you say, “You have to start warning me when I’ve been showing my RBF for too long”, you muffled out.

He hums in response as he runs his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“Carlos I mean it”, you stomp.

“Okay. Okay. I will warn you if you’ve had it for more than 10 minutes”, he says rolling his eyes.

“No, for more than 5 minutes”, you plead. He laughs and just nods his head in agreement. In his head he’s thinking of how he wished to world could see you through his eyes. How kind and relaxed you truly were. Even though you had a chronic RBF, he knew that you were the sweetest person in his life. Especially with him.

“I have an idea….”, he says with a devious tone. Carlos picks up his phone and holds the camera in front of your faces.

“Let’s show them our RBFs together”, he says. Carlos snaps the picture of you two staring into the camera.

Having a look, you let out a laugh. “We look hot”, you say. “What are you going to caption it?” you ask.

You see Carlos’s eyes go wide as he thinks. Then it’s like a lightbulb went off and he starts tapping away at the keyboard.

“Couples who RBF together, stay together”, he says proudly. You scrunch your nose at his cheesiness.

“Hmmm perfect”, you whisper. “It’s definitely true”, you joke.

“Of course it’s true y/n”, he says with his big bambi eyes looking into yours. He leans down and plants a firm kiss against your lips. You let out a breath in relief as you two keep kissing and hands start roaming.

Eventually, you lean back into his arms as you watch the post blow up on Instagram.

Let’s see what the trolls have to say now.

[lovesickhughes]

Saw your requests are open and just had to send an ask 🤭🤭 How would our bedsy react to the reader performing in Coachella?? 😫🤭💗

a/n: thanks for sending this in !! sorry it's a bit short ! i also didn't proofread, hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏻

summary: performing at coachella was a dream of yours, and what better way to experience that alongside your boyfriend connor, who was a bit more entranced with your performance than you would have expected

warnings: suggestive material

word count: 0.6k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

breathlessly, you viewed the thousands of fans cheering and screaming after coming to the end of your latest hit single from your upcoming album. these were the moments you lived for; being able to see countless amounts of people connect to music that came from the depths of your heart. you were given the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to perform at one of america’s largest music festivals, coachella, headlining for the weekend of concerts.

growing up, you would have never expected your life to end up in the state it was in now. ruling the music charts week after week and touring worldwide, who knew one upload to youtube covering your favourite song would have led you to today.

you felt endless amounts of adoration for your fans and the support you received publicly, but what you loved even more, was the special someone who was your number one fan behind the scenes.

connor and you had been established for just under two years, meeting when you visited chicago to attend a blackhawks game while you were in town touring. the star hockey player and you had been asked to join together to promote the team and hockey league, and as you were about to leave to finish the last minute necessities to prepare for your performance the next day, connor had pulled you aside and asked for your number.

within weeks media outlets were buzzing with the newest, hottest couple, and when you hard launched your relationship with connor after posting a picture of the two of you leaving his game, wearing his jersey, fans went to their greatest extent to support you even further.

you blew kisses to the crowd and waved to the bodies that reflected you, backing away with adrenaline shooting through your veins from the exhilarating feeling of performing. when you exited the stage, the backstage crew swarmed in assistance, taking off your ear piece and microphone back from your waist, and another member handed you a water which you exhaustedly thanked her for and began chugging.

amongst you, remained several more crew members bouncing from area to area as the next performer was set to begin their routine, you heard yells from each corner of backstage to the other, and the crew member who had been assisting you the entire weekend began to lead you to the trailers where all the artists were residing in for the weekend.

you thanked her again, bidding her a goodbye before stepping up the small metal stairs and opening the trailer door, only to be welcomed to the familiar face that lit up the room.

"hey," you exasperated through a smile, immediately walking over to the small couch that had been built in. connor immediately opened his arms to you, rushing to plant yourself in his lap, resting your arms around his neck, where his own arms found their way to your hips, he smiled before leaning into you to give you a quick peck to your lips.

"hey, good job babe, you did really good, the crowd was having a time out there." he spoke as his hand ran up and down your back, igniting goosebumps all throughout your skin. "i really liked this set, i like how you changed your typical intro song to that other one, it really got people going."

"aweh, thanks babe- yeah, it was really fun this time, it just felt so good to be up there, y'know," you shrugged, leaning more into the hockey player beneath you.

"and," connor dragged out, "i really liked this set's outfit. just something about it, makes me wanna..." he trailed out, brushing your hair out of your face and meeting your lips. you inhaled as you kissed him back, readjusting on the couch so now you were straddling his waist, and his hands gripped your hips tighter. he began to trail kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, then collarbone, and then shoulder. he stopped before he looked up at you and met your gaze, "and as much as i love it, it's gonna have to come off." he declared.

[totheblood]

begging for rain. (two)

󠁐# TWO; the more you break

PAIRING: ex!ellie williams x nextdoorneighbor!reader

SUMMARY: moving to a new town can be tough, especially as you are trying to hold everything in your life together. after you meet ellie, your life completely changes, but for the better? well that's still up in the air

WARNINGS: mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x,

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N :new chapter yay!! okay so like i'm setting a lot of stuff up and i know that so annoying and frustrating but i really need to paint a picture of dynamics so i hope u enjoy. AI AUDIOS AT THE END ! please please please like and reblog/reply/send asks, comments, the whole nine yards… it is so appreciated!

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE!!

TWO YEARS AGO

The first day of school went okay.

Inside the hallways, students pushed past each other, sweaty bodies mixing and mingling into a tangled mess. Blue lockers were lined up against the walls, many of them open as students shoved heavy textbooks inside them from their backpacks. 

Ellie pushed past them like she was used to it, a ratty leather backpack hanging off her shoulder. Occasionally, she would look behind her to see if you were still following her. You always were. 

You didn’t quite know where you were going. You knew your locker number was tucked deep inside your bag and whenever Ellie stopped at her locker was when you were going to pull it out and ask her to show you where it is. However, you were now feeling like you were slightly stalking Ellie and there was some truth to her words. When Ellie stopped at her locker, Locker 2094, she looked at you for only a moment before she was undoing the built-in lock. 

“You know you can’t follow me all day,” she said dryly, lock clicking open and her locker door almost hitting you in the face. You decided it was time for you to get your locker number, pulling your bag to the front and unzipping the front pocket where your locker number and lock combination was written on a crumpled-up pink post-it note. 

“I’m not following you, Ellie,” You rolled your eyes, unraveling the post-it note, “I was just waiting for a good time to find this.”

“And what is that?” She gave you a weird look and shoved a textbook in her locker, then another. 

“My locker number,” You said simply, looking at the number and chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” She wasn’t looking at you anymore, just fishing around in her bag for anything she may have had to put in her locker. 

“This is my locker,” You patted the one right next to Ellie’s, right where you were standing to the left of her, “Locker 2093.”

Ellie chuckled dryly again, closing her locker and leaning up against it as she watched you struggle to put your lock combination in, “You’ve taken this stalker thing too far.”

With a click, it popped open, empty and barren. You opened your bag and shoved the one textbook you had inside your locker, a smile planted on your face, “Yes, I’ve just been so obsessed with you since I saw you for the first time yesterday that I called the school district and got my locker to be next to yours.”

“Aha! So you admit it!” Ellie laughed, picking at her fingernails as she looked around the hallways, looking for familiar faces. A group of them walked up, all laughing and talking with each other as they circled Ellie around your locker. 

“Hey, El,” a girl said, causing you to look up at her. She was pretty, too pretty. She had her black hair tied up in a ponytail, her skin was olive and slightly tanned, and she had some sun spots scattered across her face, pooling in a center near her nose. Next to her was a slightly taller and much paler girl with black hair cut right above her shoulder, the jagged and uneven edges indicating she cut it herself. Behind them, a much taller guy, with longer black hair and a kind face stood. He smiled at you, and you offered him a kind smile back. Be nice, you cursed, you’re here to make friends, you reminded yourself.

“Hey Dina,” Ellie smirked, leaning back against her locker and looking at the group, “I see your hair is already growing back, Cat,” Ellie reached forward to play with the edges of Cat’s hair before she swatted Ellie’s hands away from her and scoffed.

“You fucked up my hair and you know that,” Her tone of voice was playful at most, evidenced by the wide grin on her face. She was insanely pretty even with her hair all fucked up. You didn’t know why but it made your stomach churn. “Are you going to introduce us to your new friend, Ellie?”

Your eyes widened and darted to Ellie and then to the group, hoping embarrassment wasn’t written all over your face. 

“This is Y/n,” Ellie smiled at you, jumping slightly when you slammed your locker shut, “She’s my new neighbor and stalker.”

“Hey!” You rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face, “I am her neighbor, but I’m not a stalker.”

“Ellie’s just too full of herself. Ignore her,” The girl in the ponytail stepped a little closer and extended a hand, “I’m Dina.”

You shook her hand, mumbling a ‘nice to meet you’ before shifting awkwardly and retracting your hand. The guy in the back raised his hand slightly and smiled at you, “I’m Jesse.” 

“Nice to meet you, Jesse,” you then looked at the last girl waiting for her to introduce herself. When she didn’t speak, you took it upon yourself to ask, “And sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Cat,” she responded flatly. Her tone was a little icy, but you weren’t sure if you were just feeling insecure or she was actually trying to snub you. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” a nervous breathy laugh fell from your lips and you tightened your grip on your backpack strings, “It sucks moving senior year so I’m glad to make some new friends.”

“Why did you move senior year?” Cat spoke up finally, “You’re not like a psycho bitch that got kicked out of her last school?” 

“Cat!”

“C’mon, Cat!” Dina and Ellie chimed in at the same time in your defense. You were admittedly thrown off by the comment but, yet again, you made an excuse for her. Maybe she was just curious. Or maybe she wanted to protect herself and her friends. 

“What? I want to know,” she defended herself. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you laughed, giving her a smile. Be nice, your head rang once again. “It’s a valid question. But, no, uh, my dad died and we couldn’t afford to live where we were living anymore.��

Her smug smile fell, and instead, it was laced with empathy or more importantly pity. You hated it. Your newfound ability to ruin the moment. A moment that was supposed to be sweet. A fresh start. Already, you had clouded the new with your past.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to force you to say that or anything,” Cat apologized and it sounded genuine. It felt genuine. 

“It’s totally okay. I’m fine, I’m mostly over it anyways,” That was a bold lie. You were nowhere close to over it but you couldn’t help but want them to like you. To think you were totally normal and carrying no baggage. 

“No, it’s not okay,” Ellie spoke up again, shooting a glance to Cat, that made her scoff and roll her eyes. 

“I said I was sorry,” Cat shrugged, “What more do you want from me?” 

“Maybe don’t call people ‘psycho bitches’ when you first meet them,” Ellie stood up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest and Cat glanced at you again, colder this time. 

“You’re unbelievable, Ellie,” She was looking at Ellie again, shooting daggers at her. You were unsure what was going on so you glanced at Dina and Jesse for help. All Dina did was slightly shake her head, a subtle way of telling you to not get involved. 

“I’m unbelievable?”

“Yes! You’re unbelievable! Scolding me in front of people like I’m your fucking child or something,” Cat was getting irritated and it showed itself in her face. She had one of those faces that couldn’t hide what she was feeling.

“Then don’t act like a child,” Ellie said simply, causing Cat to let out a huff and turn around, push past Jesse, and leave the group. Ellie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the locker, letting out a heavy sigh, “I should go after her. Can you guys help her to her first class?”

Dina nodded quickly before shooing Ellie off with her hand, “Go, go! It’s fine.” Ellie took one look at you and offered a smile that said ‘I’m sorry’. What she actually said was: “Meet me by my car at the end of the day. I’ll take you home.” 

With that Ellie disappeared into the sea of people until she was no longer in sight. 

“What was that?” you asked Dina and Jesse. 

“Trust me,” Dina looked at you, “You don’t want to know.”

-

Your first class was English with Mrs. Porter. She made you stand at the front of the classroom and introduce yourself. Jesse was in this class with you and when you were done giving a brief introduction to yourself he loudly clapped and cheered. The gesture made you smile and eased some of the tension you were feeling. 

A few people followed him, by cheering and offering you a high five as you moved back to your seat. Everyone seemed to be enamored by him. During class, people would send him notes on little Post-it notes, he would open them, laughing as he read them and wrote some messages back to them. It was subtle, but you could tell he opened up a room. 

At lunch you walked into the large cafeteria, looking around for a place to sit. You were sure you looked like a lost dog as you wandered around because a girl with long brunette hair walked up to you with a smile on her face. She was pretty and dressed in a button-up and plaid skirt. It felt too formal for school.

“Hey, you’re new, right?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Ingrid,” She looked you up and down, “do you need a place to sit?”

“Y/n!” your name was being called from a familiar voice, causing you to snap your head in that direction to see Ellie standing up and waving her hand in the air, “Come sit with us!”

“Oh, I’m just going to sit with,” You pointed to the table where Ellie was still standing and staring intently at you, “my friends.”

Ingrid’s smile fell as she shot a glance toward the table. You were obviously missing something. You turned to move towards the table before the girl gripped your arm firmly. 

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” That smile was back. 

“Y/n,” you told her.

“Y/n,” she repeated, “Pretty name.”

“Thanks,” you scratched the back of your neck, “Well, I’ll see you around.” You quickly rushed to the table, confused about the interaction once again. This place was fucking weird.

You sat down next to Ellie who was laughing at something Cat said. Cat’s eyes sparkled when she looked at Ellie. Brown and glossy as she laughed with Ellie, shaking her head. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she reached over to grab an apple slice out of Ellie’s lunchbox. When Ellie looked back at Cat her eyes didn’t sparkle in the same way that Cat’s did. They were verging on dull, but the corner of Ellie’s eyes still had wrinkles as she smiled. 

“Hey!” She grabbed the apple from Cat’s hand, “Get your own apples.” 

“Yours just taste better,” she giggled, smiling at you as you sat down, “Hey, how was your first day?”

She was being much nicer and her energy was much calmer. It was obvious she and Ellie had made up in the time from this morning to now, but you also had to wonder if Ellie told her to be nicer to you. 

“It’s going well,” You shrugged, pulling out the brown bag your mom had packed for you, “I’m still getting used to everything.” 

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Ellie commented, taking another bite of her apple, “Hey, what did Ingrid want?”

“Oh,” You looked over to Ingrid’s table where she was chatting and eating with a group of people, “She just asked me if I wanted to sit with her.”

Dina, who was sitting across from you, practically choked on her food as she laughed. Cat was also laughing to herself as she raised her eyebrows, and looked down at her food. Jesse had a small smile on his face as he took another chip from his bag and took a loud bite. The only person who wasn’t laughing was Ellie, who gave a brief glance at Ingrid’s table before looking back at you. 

“Am I missing something?” 

“No, it’s just,” Ellie started, taking a deep breath and wondering how much she wanted to explain, “be careful with her. She’s…”

“Friendly,” Dina finished Ellie’s sentence, a smirk on her face. Obviously, friendly didn’t mean friendly but you didn’t know what that meant. 

“Do you like girls?” Cat asked bluntly. 

“Cat,” Ellie warned again, making Cat drop what she was eating and roll her eyes. 

“We need to know if we want to warn her,” She stated simply. 

“Like romantically?” You asked, making everyone giggle again. You felt like you were missing a joke. 

“Yeah, romantically,” Cat answered. 

“Oh, yeah,” You looked around to see everyone’s reactions. You ignored the way Ellie’s cheeks tinged pink, “is that a… problem?”

“No,” Cat said flatly, her tone was cold again, “we all like girls.”

“Oh,” you said, taking out your sandwich from the ziplock bag and taking a bite. 

“Let’s just say that Ingrid has been friendly with all of us,” Dina said, throwing a piece of popcorn at Jesse, “including Jesse.”

“At this point, initiation into this group should require hooking up with Ingrid,” Cat laughed.

“No,” Ellie said almost too fast, causing Cat to give her a confused look, “I can’t deal with another person getting convinced that Ingrid wants to be in a relationship with them. Plus, I can see into her room from mine. What if I look over and see Ingrid’s tits.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” Cat said bitterly. There was that tension again.

“Well, I don’t really think I want to be involved with anyone anyways,” you mentioned, taking another bite. 

“Why not?” Ellie questioned, eyes boring a hole into the side of your face. 

“It’s just too complicated,” You shrugged, taking a sip of your water, “I’m new and it’s hard enough making friends, I don’t need anything messing that up.”

Ellie swallowed hard, and took another bite of her apple, just nodding at what you said like she understood. 

“Well, now you have friends,” Dina spoke up, dissipating some of the tension. You took another bite, smiling with the food tucked into your cheeks. 

-

As the day ended you went back to your locker to collect your stuff, expecting Ellie to be at hers, but she wasn’t there. You paid no mind to it as you opened your locker. However, inside sat a note, a yellow Post-It note that looked like it had been crumpled up a few times. On it, it read: “Couldn’t stop looking at you all day. Hope this isn’t weird, you’re just so beautiful. I hope I can get the courage to say it to your face. - your secret admirer”

Normally, this would have made you feel good about yourself. A random stranger thinks you are beautiful? Yea, that would boost anyone’s ego. Except this stranger knew your locker number and had admitted to watching you all day. A weird pit formed in the bottom of your stomach as you stuffed the note in your bag, knowing you would ruminate on it sometime later. Quickly, you packed up your stuff and made your way to the parking lot.

There, Ellie was leaning against her car, phone in hand. She was so focused on what she was typing that she didn’t even notice you walking up to her. 

“Hey, ready to go?” You spoke, causing her to look up and smile at you. 

“Yeah,” She shrugged, before pausing a moment, green eyes scanning your face, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You let out a nervous laugh as you shook your head.

“What? I’m fine.”

“You look weird.”

“Thank you?”

“Not like that,” she stopped you, putting her hands up, ”You just look upset but I don’t know you that well so I could be wrong.”

“You are wrong,” you grumbled, heading to the passenger side and hopping in the car. Ellie just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and got in the driver's seat. 

“Well fuck me for caring then,” she mumbled to herself, starting the engine.

“It’s not-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath, “It’s just been a long day, I’m sorry if I was rude. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She paused for a moment as if you had said something wrong, then she looked at you, green eyes scanning your face once more. She looked shocked, surprised almost. It was all so confusing.

“It’s fine, I’m just being an asshole,” She laughed, turning back to the road and putting the car in reverse, “My day was long too.”

“Want to talk about it?” 

“It’s,” She turned down the music so she could speak, “Cat.”

“Are you guys a thing?” You crossed your hands in your lap and absentmindedly played with your fingers.

“It’s complicated,” she sighed, heading out onto the open road, “Kind of, but it’s not really official.”

“Why?”

“I can’t commit.”

“Oh,” you looked over at her and watched her nose scrunch slightly like she was uncomfortable with the conversation, “I could sense the tension today.”

“She’s just…” Ellie made a weird movement with her head, “like that.”

“Why can’t you commit?”

“We’ve had our issues in the past,” Ellie shrugged, “at the end of the day I just can’t trust her and I can’t date someone I don’t trust.”

“You guys just seem so close,” you mentioned eyes drifting to the road again, the trees, and all the storefronts you had yet to explore. 

“We are, and she’s a good friend,” Ellie coughed, “a little protective, but good. But romantically, I don’t really trust her. She swears she only wants me but I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Damn,” You laughed. Ellie looked over at you and laughed too. The air in the car was much lighter now.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how much of it I can do this year,” Ellie’s smile fell, as she approached her house, “but you didn’t ask all of that. I’m sorry I overshared.”

“Shut up, you didn’t overshare,” you laughed, unbuckling as Ellie pulled into her driveway, “and I did ask.”

“Well, thanks for listening, anyways,” Ellie smiled as she looked at her door and then back at you, “do you want to come in and do homework together? Joel’s not gonna be home till late.”

“I’d love that.”

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