#i want to finish this fic before the fun run i'm going to next weekend but idk yet (i want the last two scenes to just hit right)

[penrose-quinn]

I can't help myself. I need one bathtub scene djdkkd

[julymusings]

Jason Todd x Single Mom!Reader

I've been plagued for many months now by the idea of jason todd x young single mom!reader. I literally made this blog this morning just to post this

this is so LONG try as i might to shorten it i've been itching to get all this out of me so enjoy this word vomit i might just make a full fic if i'm feeling extra frisky

You got pregnant in college, and now you’re fresh out of grad school moving to a new city with your 3 year old daughter

You got a job at Wayne Enterprises, leading an important new project. You and your colleagues are invited to the latest Wayne Gala, hosted at the billionaire’s own manor. All these years as a young mother and a student, you hadn’t any experience with such extravagance-- how could you say no?

the party lowkey sucks because it's all old rich people so you sneak out to a balcony where you find a young man drinking whiskey and texting on his phone.

he introduces himself as jason, and his hand is rough and calloused when you shake it, but it's warm and sends a tingle up your arm. (😏)

You chat about your work, he complains about the stuffiness of a life at Wayne Enterprises and you laugh when he warns you to get out while you can (he's joking, of course. not because he thinks it's worth staying but because if you leave he'd never be able to hear that adorable laugh again)

when you go off on a tangent about how excited you are for your project, he's not even listening anymore. the sheer passion that lights up your face has his mind going fuzzy and a full orchestra playing in the background

you're pulled back in before he can get your number :( he's so mopey all weekend he doesn't even have it in him to retaliate when damian makes fun of him for having pink pony club as his top song for this month :(

when you get home your email is flooded with warnings from other parents at your daughter's daycare about a lice scare?? okay, you think, she's definitely not going on monday, you can just bring her to work with you, right? what's the worst that could happen?

the following monday he just happens to show up at the office (He can't just stop by to say hi to his brother who he loves?) (tim calls security almost immediately)

you're not at your cubicle (in a meeting, your desk neighbor informs him) so he mills about the floor like a lost puppy just waiting for you to show up so he can "accidentally" run into you

the woman at the front desk has a chair pulled up next to hers where this little girl with pigtails is sitting, trying to console her as tears stream down her face

jason springs into action, kneeling in front of her chair to ask what's wrong

she just sniffles and holds up her stuffed animal, an elephant whose button eye has popped out, the woman watching her trying to get her to hand it over so she can sew it back on but she wont let go

he goes full grey's anatomy, fussing over the toy like it's in mortal peril and complimenting her for being so brave before gently asking if he can try to fix it

she lets him take it and he uses the woman's travel sewing kit to stitch it back on

she's ecstatic, leaping forward into his arms to give him a big hug

but now she won't let him leave because no he has to have a conversation with the elephant first and introduce himself and give it post-surgery care instructions and listen to it talk about how much she it wants a puppy and he feels like such an idiot talking to that thing but anything to make this little girl smile

she pulls a little picture book from the backpack hung on the back of her chair and asks him to read with her and he can't just say no!

so he plops down on the tile floor and starts reading out loud and even though she's standing next to him craning her neck to see the pictures he's a head taller than her

when you finish your meeting and head back to the front desk to thank gretchen for watching your kid the sight you see makes your heart absolutely melt

jason and your daughter are sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor of Wayne Enterprises as he reads to her, and he's pulling out all the stops, he's doing voices, sound effects, and she's giggling so hard she can't sit up straight

but then they both finally notice you

"mommy!" she yells, running to you and wrapping herself around your leg

you're surprised to see him, but definitely not disappointed, and if what you just walked in on indicated anything, it was that you wanted, nay, needed this man

so now you're flushed and hopeful, mind running with possibilities of why he's here; could it be? he couldn't stop thinking about you either? he came all the way to ask you out?

but jason is also surprised, astounded even, by the miniature carbon copy clinging to your leg saying something about scooby snacks

he's freaking out on the inside

through a tight-lipped greeting he excuses himself with what he hopes is a neutral demeanor (spoiler alert: it's not) and goes home to think

and you obviously know exactly what that was about, one doesn't go through pregnancy at 19 without becoming well-acquainted with the whole catalogue of surprised/judgy reactions

of course you're a mess because the early/mid 20s dating scene is hard enough as it is but with a toddler? forget it, might as well just give up now

you go home to call your best friend and get drunk over face time while she assures you that men aint shit and offers to put a curse on him (you consider it, but how are you supposed to get a lock of his hair?)

he's up all night hating himself for being such an asshole and trying to come up with a scenario in which this works, in which he can have you in his life and also a child and be the red hood because he can't stop thinking about you

so then he just says fuck it and the next morning he shows up at your office with flowers and a puppy stuffed animal and finally asks you out

[charles-simmons-fanfiction]

Late summer nights - Todd Anderson / Neil Perry

Description: Neil is a summer person, and Todd is a Neil person. That's the story. 💛 [fluff, 800 words]

By the way, this is based off of this post! It's a headcanon by the super cool and awesome @perksofbeingpoet <3 This was so fun to write, I might write more summer fics with dps <- me projecting how energetic I get during summer on them

Todd could swear he would pass out from the heat any second now. Neil, on the other hand, hadn't been this energetic it's been weeks.

"Physics homework, done!" Neil exclaimed victoriously, closing his notebook and throwing it on his desk.

"Already? How?" Todd had just finished the first half of his work, and he hadn't even started the one for chemistry. Soon summer break would start and the teachers weren't taking it easy on them, not that they ever did.

"It looks like it'll rain tomorrow, explains why today's so hot," Neil ignored his question. The window was wide open and he had half his body out of it, only a small push away from falling. "We should go outside! While we still can, y'know."

"What? No, I still have way too much work to do," the physics assignment in front of him was pushed aside before he could protest.

"I'll give you the answers and explain them to you tomorrow. C'mon!" Neil grabbed him by the arm. Todd wanted to insist, but he wanted to go with him a lot better.

They had to be silent while they sneaked out, so, naturally, they couldn't stop laughing. It was quite a struggle and they had to be constantly shushing the other.

Once they got outside, the hot wind blew on their faces. Todd considered going back in again.

Neil smiled and, without any warning, took off running to the woods, laughing way too loudly as Todd tried to catch up with him. They didn't stop running for a while, to not risk getting caught.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Todd covered Neil's mouth with his hands, pushing him against a tree to keep him quiet. "Are you crazy?? There's no way no one heard us!" Despite his heart beating quickly from the adrenaline, he could only laugh with him.

"Carpe Diem, my dear," Neil's voice came out muffled and he gently took Todd's hand off his mouth. "We'll be fine."

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, looking into each other's eyes, close enough to feel their hot breath on their already warm cheeks. A light breeze wiggled the trees and everything felt silent, except for the crickets probably not too far away.

Neil's deep brown eyes seemed to shrink when he smiled, almost sparkling as he looked at him so contently. His pink lips were slightly parted and a strand of hair had fallen on his face. He had an image of graceful disarray, and the night suddenly didn't feel as half as warm as his presence did.

"Your hair is getting long," was all that Todd managed to say.

Neil was caught slightly off guard and chuckled. "Yeah, I have to get a haircut soon."

"Please don't," Todd asked, maybe a little too fast. "It looks great like this."

"Thanks," they broke eye contact awkwardly, not knowing how to continue a conversation, and also not really wanting to.

It was way too hot. Todd couldn't understand how anyone could even like summer. He had always hated the way his hand felt sweaty, and how hard it was to fall asleep even with the window open. Also, any class outside was insufferable if there was sun.

At the same time, Neil seemed to be doing so well. And let the truth be said, it only took a little attention to see how depressed he could get some days. But not recently. No, Neil seemed to be genuinely doing fine.

Todd smiled at the thought, and for the first time, he hoped summer would last as long as possible. "Next weekend, if we finish our homework, we should go get ice cream. To make the heat more bearable," he shyly suggested, mentally repeating "carpe diem" to himself.

"I was thinking about that! I'm sure the other's would be super down for i-"

"Wait, no," Todd stopped him. "I meant like, you and me."

"Oh," Neil was taken aback, but nodded slowly, a smile creeping on his face. His tone was soft when he spoke. "Yes, I think we should."

The two went silent again, and Todd did his best not to smile like an idiot. The next hour wasn't anything but mundane chatting and walking around, but they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

At some point, Neil tried to take his hand as they walked, but Todd pulled it back. "It's way too hot for this," he complained, yet eventually gave in and took Neil's hand back. Neither of them mentioned it.

"I love summer," Neil stated matter-of-factly. "It's easily the best season. To me, at least. What's your favorite?"

"You"

"What?"

"Autumn"

Again, neither of them mentioned it. Although Todd briefly considered hitting his head against a tree and just staying there forever.

That night, Neil fell asleep as soon as he got back to his dorm, without even changing. Todd didn't, it was too hot. He sighed, and looked at his roommate, who was smiling in his sleep.

"He's crazy," Todd thought, still not getting why anyone would like summer, but suddenly not feeling so bad about it. He fell asleep with a soft smile too. At least they'd get ice cream.

💛.

[rc-writes]

I saw that you wrote for Erica from mbv and that’s so exciting!! Can u do a fem!reader x Erica (bi icon!) and they go on a cute date?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: erica jones x fem!reader

warnings: brief mention of the word murder, fast fair rides, reader getting dizzy, i believe that's it

a/n: alright this time it seems like erica decided to be the one to have me finishing a request at 1am lol. anyways, i’ve never written for erica before so i was a little worried how this would turn out but i have to say i really like this. like i actually think i’ve succeeded at writing something more cute than funny for once lol. i should write for more female characters more often lol. also wanted to add that the examples of rides in this are inspired by different rides my town’s fair has had in the past. though i will admit that the first one in this i didn’t actually go on. i am more than willing to admit that i don’t do many rides and that one was a bit too out of my comfort zone lol. also i'm realizing i'm terrible at naming fics lol. anyways, i hope you like this as much as i do!

“You know when you said ‘let’s go on a fun date,’ I expected a bit more screaming and blood.”

“Why must everything involve murder with you? And there is plenty of screaming from that ride over there.”

The other day you suggested picking a surprise date idea for you and Erica to go on. There was a fair in town this weekend and you knew she wouldn’t go if she knew beforehand. Something about unattended kids running around crazy, overpriced bad food, and lame kiddy rides. You knew there was potential that she’d like it if she gave it a chance, so this was why you proposed it to be a surprise. And a surprise it was.

Erica’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at you. She tried her best to turn you down but the hopeful look on your face made it hard to. “Fine.” She huffed in defeat.

You practically squealed in delight and held onto her arm harder. “Okay let’s do the circle upside down one!”

You practically squealed in delight and held onto her arm harder. “Okay let’s do the circle upside down one!”

This particular ride was where most of the screaming was coming from. It was at least three stories tall and shaped like a giant circle. Each person was strapped to their seat by a metal bar that went over their shoulders and across their chests. The reason for such being that the train-like chart you were in would sway you from one side of the circle to the other side back and forth a few times before quickly sending you completely around the circle. With each sway the ride would get faster and faster which is how it gained enough momentum to send you around the full circle. This process happened four times throughout one ride. Which is exactly why you though it was the perfect ride to bring Erica on. “Pathetic little humans they are.” Erica chuckled as she watched the group ahead of you scream while on the ride. “I can’t believe people even find this scary.”

You shook your head with a slight smile at your girlfriend’s antics. “I think what is considered ‘scary’ depends entirely on the person. For example I am the only one who doesn’t think you’re scary.”

Erica turned to you sharply, clearly offended. “I am very scary.” She let her fangs show a little, just enough for only you to see.

You only smiled back at her, “Quite cute actually.”

Once more her eyes narrowed in annoyance at you and once more she admitted defeat with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll take cute.” You happily laughed at this.

Soon enough it was you two’s turn on the ride and you were both seated next to each other. From the moment your turn was up until it was time for the ride to start up Erica continued to insist that this ride was for the weak and she would probably find it incredibly annoying. This continued when the ride started to slowly rock back and forth, but that mindset quickly changed once the ride picked up speed.

For someone who acted all scary and tough, Erica Jones seemed to be no match for a fair ride that sends you in giant circles multiple times. On the first circle Erica’s hand immediately reached for yours and remained tightly held onto until after the ride was over. Her eyes were also tightly shut as she yelled curse word after curse word.

You on the other hand were laughing the entire time. From laughing at how wrong Erica was and because you were genuinely enjoying the ride.

“I can’t believe you were laughing the whole time, you psychopath!” Erica exclaimed once you two walked off the ride. You could only laugh more at this as you dragged Erica yet another ride. The deal of only going on one ride was out the window at this point. You needed to know how the big bad scary vampire did on other rides.

And so you and Erica rode ride after ride, none of which came to the same level as the first. After the initial shock of the first ride wore off Erica felt better going on more “intense” rides but insisted to never go on the first again. You even tried to bribe her with ice cream from one of the food trucks to try it at least once but to no avail.

The second to last ride of the night was one that spun you around for a few minutes while you could also spin your seat around as fast as you wanted. One person sat across from another and there was a circle in between the two. The circle in the middle could be twisted to make your specific “booth” spin to whatever speed you wanted.

Over the course of the night Erica has gained a bit more confidence in rides and decided to spin you guy’s “booth” as fast as she could. She even used a bit of her vampire strength to have full control over the speed and make it go as fast as she wanted specifically. You gripped onto the handle as hard as you could while also laughing as hard as you could. Erica was already finding the ride to be incredibly fun, evident by the huge smile on her face, but seeing you laughing with your whole heart and soul made things even better.

Once the ride was over Erica quickly jumped out of her seat ready for the next ride. You on the other hand felt a bit dizzy and nearly face planted trying to get off the ride.

Erica noticed your dizziness and quickly moved to catch you before you fell. “Woah there darling, no more of those spinning rides for you.”

“Just one more please?” Even though you almost just fell and the ground seemed to be tilting you didn’t want to go home quite just yet. For the third time today you let your saddened eyes try and convince your girlfriend to change her mind.

“Nope, no more spinning rides for you.” Erica shut you down quickly. She had to admit the sad but cute eyes had an effect on her, but the thought of keeping you safe override those feelings. “But I might have to make an exception for the ferris wheel.” She wasn’t a total monster.

And so you and Erica made your way over to the lighted up ferris wheel and took a seat in a cart side by side. You sat with your head on her shoulder and with her head on yours, hands held tightly together. The both of you sat silently as the ferris wheel started as you both stared up at the stars. With all the screaming and laughing throughout the day you were both admittedly very tired and wanted to just have a moment of quiet peace. Even if that by quiet that meant still having to hear other people yelling from other rides.

Once your cart made its way to the very top of the ferris wheel it suddenly stopped. Confused murmurs could be heard from the other riders signaling that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Did it stop working?” You questioned turning to look at Erica. The smirk on Erica’s face gave away the answer to your question. “What did you do?”

“I may have scared the operrater to stop the ride up here for a few minutes.” Erica’s smirk turned into a genuine smile when you started to laugh.

“Of course you did.” You giggled, playfully nudging Erica’s shoulder.

Erica nudged your shoulder back. “It proves that I am scary.”

“I never said you weren't scary to other people, just not to me.” You stated proudly.

Erica tried to look annoyed back but she couldn't hold back the genuine joy she felt in this moment. “You’re lucky I like you.” She held onto your hand, laying her head on your shoulder.

This time you were the one to lean your head onto hers and with a soft smile you replied, “I sure am.”

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Fuck Yeah 1st birthday fic vote

I survived one year on this hellsite! 😉 It's been a wonderful almost 365 days in our little Pedro fandom - March 19 was the day I posted It Would Be, and what a ride it’s been since! Thank you friends, mutuals, readers, followers and everyone who makes it so much fun to create and to share with you guys ❤️

How about a ✨ fic vote ✨ to celebrate? It's been a while since we had one, and I've been very mean and teasing y'all with so many plot bunnies. Help me decide what to write next!

Since I have no plans to start a new series after I finish Palomino, these are all one- or two-shot ideas. I hope to get round to writing all of them at some point, but I will write them in the order of votes received. Fic summaries below the cut!

Young!Joel Miller x Baker!F!Reader | outbreak, what outbreak? | fluffy meet cute with a smutty second part | planned two-shot

Summary: What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

The first draft of this idea was Speed Dial, which was supposed to be a PWP, but as it turns out, I'm not great at PWPs... so how about a two-shot instead?

Javier Peña x Centra Spike Analyst F!Reader | accidental audio voyeurism | one-shot, might be more | sexual tension galore

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve. You’re alone and transcribing a tape recording of an informant for Javier Peña, something you've done a hundred times before - except this time, you overhear something that is clearly not meant for your ears.

I've been stewing in this idea since before New Year's. Probably the most creative idea I've had so far, and will probably be difficult to write, but this fic haunts my dreams and I will have no peace until I sit down and write it.

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader | straight-up filth | planned two-shot

Summary: He's absolutely not your type. But hey, what happens in Glastonbury stays in Glastonbury - especially mistakes in the shape of a silver-tongued, smarmy American cowboy sporting a ridiculous belt buckle.

After going to a music festival last weekend, this is all I've been thinking about.

Joel Miller x F!Reader | self-conscious!Joel and shy!Reader | 👏🏻 body positivity 👏🏾 | planned one- or two-shot with potential to be more

Summary: Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a 'normal' life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little… tight. Self-conscious, he deals with it the way he does most things - he ignores it.

That is until one day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. With neither Tommy nor Ellie anywhere to be found to get him out of the tight spot, Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store he’s seen in town for help - and a new pair of jeans.

There, he meets you.

Thank you everyone who has been so enthusiastic about this idea! It definitely has Grays vibes, but can you blame me for wanting to give this man reassurance? I’m also super excited to write a shy reader, which is a departure from my others ❤️

Frankie Morales x F!Reader | enemies to lovers | second chances | angst | planned two-shot

Summary: At the Summer House where you and the boys have always spent the last week of August, some traditions are held sacred. Above all, Frankie always brings a girlfriend, and you're always single.

You really should’ve known better than to tempt fate. The summer Frankie shows up alone and you bring a boyfriend is when it all falls apart. 

I am beyond excited about this one. I've teased the idea before - it's going to be so self-indulgent and will have all the tropes that I've wanted to write for. It's been a while since I've written angst, and damn this will be angsty!

Got any burning questions? My askbox is open as always! I'll leave this poll up for a week, excited to see what the results will be ❤️

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Omega Escort Steve

History Nerd Steve

Soulmate AU

Steve is in a Metal Band

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Snippet

I had a hard time choosing because I wrote a lot over the weekend and finished up a few chapters.

“There are a couple other things I just need to go over with you,” she said, “and then you’re all good to go.”

Steve nodded.

“He wants to pay for you to play at being his boyfriend until after the rut servicing,” Robin said.

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “And management is okay with that?”

He had done the boyfriend thing a few times but never with someone as high profile as Eddie Munson.

“According to the notes on the request his new management and Starcourt went over all the details and it’s going to be great publicity for both the band and us.”

Steve frowned, rearing back his head in confusion. “New management? What happened to his old management?”

“Do you remember the creepy gang bang?” Robins asked with a blush.

Steve’s frown deepened. “Yeah, of course. The band was pissed and fired their management...” he said trailing off. “Holy shit!”

She grimaced. “Yeah. Their new manager is Benny Hammond. I can’t imagine what dealing with the other guy would have been like.”

****

Hello and welcome back to my favorite day of the week. I took werewolf Steve off this week because it's getting super spoilery again. Maybe next week.

But we still have a lot of people's favorites this week, including three of mine.

Steve is a History Nerd and Omega Steve might be nearing a close, just a heads up.

I'm back to a decent backlog again with at least three chapters deep for most of the stories.

Again the rules are go nuts, have fun, send in as many asks as you want.

It runs from 8am-11pm EST.

[ladylooch]

no smut but how about a kinda friends to lovers kempe fic

A/N: Thank you for your request! We know how excited I get about Kempe love! I wrote this when I was feeling yucky, but it actually took my mind off that, which was much appreciated. Because of that I'm going to post now rather than this weekend. Why wait ya know?

Warnings: She is sick- mentions of vomit and puking, swearing, otherwise fluffffffffy, probably typos cause I'm awful at editing under feeling well conditions

Word counts: 2.7k

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

My phone vibrates next to my hand on the bathroom floor where I am bracing my body. I gag, opening my mouth as the vomit spews out. I lurch forward again, dry heaving as my stomach twists in pain. Groping for my phone, I silence the vibration.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

I know it’s my best friend, Adrian Kempe. I also know he is at my apartment door because I have heard him knocking for the past ten minutes. He is here to pick me up for the Kings Foundation Gala. He originally had planned to bring his girlfriend, but now that she’s an ex, he needed a little arm candy- his words. 

I’m fine with their break up. She was not the one.

I hit ignore on my phone again, then muster every ounce of strength to lift my weak body off the bathroom floor. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and tears form in my eyes. Everything had been fine. I had gotten most of the way ready, just needed to finish with lipstick, then I was set. But my stomach suddenly turned against me. I hadn’t even had time to turn towards the toilet. Instead, the first round filled the sink. That should be fun to clean.

I work my way towards where Adrian is still knocking on my door.

“Hey, you’re scaring me… Look if you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. Just let me know you’re okay.”

“I am not okay.” I say as I swing the door open. His eyebrows jump up in surprise when he sees me.

“Holy shit.” He lets out a chuckle. “You look-”

“Like shit?” I finish for him. 

“Well, beautiful in that dress.” He murmurs to me. Despite my sloshing stomach, I feel warmth settle in my body. 

“At least someone got to see it.” I respond, leaning against the door for support. I close my eyes against a wave of nausea that has chills rushing down my arms. “I can’t go. I’m puking my entire digestive system out. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine. I didn’t really want to go anyway.” He steps forward to enter my place. I straighten, shaking my head and placing my palms on his shirt. I take in his gray suit and crisp white shirt. He trimmed his beard and his hair is tucked behind his ears, fanning out in blonde Cs to the side. He looks so good. And I can’t let him see me like this.

“No way. This is a war zone. Just go.” His tongue smacks against the roof of his mouth as a dismissal.

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re going to be okay.” 

I open my mouth to protest further, but a heavy wave of nausea crashes into me. I turn, trying to run back towards the bathroom. I don’t make it. I can feel Adrian come behind me, gathering my hair into his hands while I puke on my entryway tile. I stare down at the pile, contemplating if you can actually die from embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” I whisper, eyes closed in distress.

“It’s okay.” Adrian soothes me. “Go to the bathroom.” He hands me a bowl from my kitchen counter that I usually have candy in to munch on throughout the week. I put the bowl under my mouth and make my way delicately to my bedroom. The front closet opens and Adrian begins gathering cleaning supplies.

A half hour passes along with several toilet flushes. A soft knock sounds on the bathroom door before Adrian pushes it open. He sees me curled in the fetal position on the tile. My dress is all sorts of wrinkled and bunched. I had ripped the zipper down to ease the pressure of the fabric against my stomach, exposing my back to the air.

“How ya doing?” He murmurs, kneeling down to smooth my hair back from my face. I can’t speak, so I just shake my head in the negative. His hand continues to pet my hair as he looks at me. My lips are cracking and dry from my puking episodes. My mouth feels and smells completely coated in bile. I close my eyes again as he steps away, leaving the room again. When he returns, he has my pillow in his hands. He slides it under my head, gently laying me rest on it. “Blanket?” He asks as I shiver. I shake my head no.

“I’m so hot.” He nods in understanding. “What is happening to me.”

“I think you have food poisoning.” He grimaces. “Told you to stop buying grocery store sushi.” He jokes, making me laugh then groan at the twisting of my insides. “Sorry, shouldn’t make you laugh.” He reaches out again, rubbing his finger tips through my hair then against my scalp. I relax my head back into his hand, letting him comfort my spent body.

I can imagine how we look now from above. Like two lovers who are sharing in the ache of life, committed to sickness and health, no matter the circumstances.

But that’s not what we really are.

Instead, it’s the typical, girl loves boy. Boy loves anyone else. So girl settles for what she can have because life without him doesn’t feel like a bearable choice.

Adrian’s hand works down from my hair to my bare shoulder blade peeking out from my unzipped dress. He feathers his finger tips along the bone then moves to glide the tips down my spine. I’m not wearing a bra allowing his fingerprints to stroke every bump of my vertebrae. My eyes slowly open, finding him staring at my bare skin with an expression I’ve never seen before. There is obvious interest in his blue gaze, shocking with how utterly pale and disgusting I am.

“Um,” I start to speak, causing him to jump and take his hand off me. “I think I want to change. Could you get me some clothes.” 

“Yeah.” He clears his throat and stands. “I’ll be right back.” I cringe at how awkward that felt. When he returns, he makes an excuse of getting me some water so I can change alone. I am aching as I pull the sweatpants and t-shirt on. I discard my dress in the corner, trying not to cry at how disappointed I am that I couldn’t make it to the gala.

While Adrian is gone, I decide I feel well enough to move into my bed. I bring my bathroom trash can with me to the side of the bed, just in case I can’t make it again. Adrian comes in, smiling in relief at seeing me in bed. He moves to my walk-in closet, coming back out in different clothes.

“Can I have these back?” He gestures to both articles of Kings clothing that are his.

“For now.” I sigh. “I’m too weak to fight you.”

“I’ll bring them back. They look better on you.” He says while walking towards me. “Do you need anything else?” He asks as he brushes my hair off my forehead. It’s a little damp from the constant temperature changes I’ve been going through.

“Please stay.” I ask him feebly.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just don’t want to wear my suit anymore.” I nod in understanding. I am utterly exhausted and his touch could easily lull me to sleep. I’m craving comfort and not too shy to ask for it tonight.

“Will you… hold me. Please?” I whisper. My eyes are closed and I miss the relieved flutter of his lashes at my words.

“Yes.” He sighs, carefully moving me over to make space. He opens his arms wide so I can wiggle back into him. His fingers spread along my back, rubbing comforting strokes over my t-shirt. He sets his head against mine, our legs entwining together until every part of our bodies touch. The comfort of this skin eases the ick coursing through my body. I moan as my stomach clenches again.

“I’m going to apologize in advance if I puke on you.” He lengthens his strokes on my back, rubbing in just the right way that has goosebumps spreading across my skin. “That feels so good.”

“Good. Try to sleep.” He encourages me, keeping perfect pressure on my body.

His touch is everything I need. I fall into a sweaty, deep sleep until the next morning. 

I awaken as weak sunlight drifts into my room through a crack in the curtains. I am laying with my face towards the bathroom. I can see light on in there. Adrian is missing, but noise from behind the door tells me he’s in there. It’s another few moments of the toilet flushing, drawers opening and closing, before he appears. From behind him, I can see that he’s cleaned the entire room, including my make up spread all over the counter from last night. He registers my open eyes, coming to the bed. He kneels on it, reaching out to stroke my shoulder.

“You okay?” He whispers. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“I’m still not feeling well.” I admit. The pangs in my stomach have weakened, but there is a definite off feeling still consuming my body.

“Okay. Stay in bed and rest.” 

“Are you leaving?” I whisper to him, reaching for his hand on the comforter. I enclose it with mine. I want him to stay, but understand that he probably has practice.

“No. Just going to make some coffee.” His thumb brushes along mine, squeezing as he release it.

“Okay.” I murmur, nestling myself deeper into my pillow. “Thank you for taking care of me.” I whisper to him as my eyes close. 

“Not much I wouldn’t do for you.” He murmurs. My breath catches in my chest when I feel his lips ghost over my hair. I keep my eyes closed until I register the soft click of the door shutting.

What was that?

I drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours. Adrian doesn’t return. Eventually, the smell of bread wafts down to me. I perk up a bit in bed, feeling my stomach bubble and groan. This feels like hunger more than anything else. I ease my way out of bed, padding out to the main area of my apartment. I pause, taking in the spotless living room and kitchen. It did not look like that last night. Adrian’s back is to me. I can hear the dishwasher running and eggs sizzling on the stove. 

Adrian turns to toss the egg shells in the trash can, smiling when he sees me.

“Hey.” I swear to God, I fall in love with him all over again, right there in my kitchen that he cleaned after scrubbing my vomit off the bathroom floor. 

“Hi.” I whimper out, walking around the island to give him an appreciative hug. “You cleaned my whole apartment.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal.

“How are you single?” I joke. He chuckles, then ends our hug after a shrug.

“You tell me.”

I don’t know. She is fucking crazy to have let you go.

“Sit down. I have some toast for you if you’re up for it.”

“I think I am.” I say to him, going to the counter and waiting for him to present me with a plate of perfectly toasted white bread. “Do you think I can I have jam?”

“That’s probably too much.” He murmurs, scraping his scrambles eggs onto a separate plate. I ponder that, then decide he’s probably right. 

Once his meal is done, eggs and toast with jam, he comes to is next to me with a cup of coffee. I want that, but know that will probably start my issues all over again. Our first few bites are in silence. His thigh keeps brushing against mine with how close he is sitting to me. I steal a glance at him, watching as his fork disappears between his lips. It takes all my restraint to not moan. Then, I remember the discreet kiss he dropped on me earlier this morning.

“Um, in the bedroom earlier…” I start, chewing softly on my toast. “What was that?” He puckers his lips in confusion, shaking his head. “You kissed me.” I murmur. “After saying you’d do anything for me.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, then he closes it. He looks across the room, looking at the leaves on the trees outside as they dance in the wind.

“Do you know why Katie and I broke up?” He turns his head quickly back to me after he asks. I resist the urge to wrinkle my nose at her name.

“She wanted to get married and you didn’t?” 

“Yeah, that’s part of it.” I pause with the toast by my mouth. Something is shifting between us. Anticipation tingles in my limbs as I wait for what he says next.

“I never thought you two were right for each other.” I shrug, chomping on my toast and avoiding his gaze.

“Why?” He wonders, leaning forward in his chair, just a little closer to me. I lick my lips, shrugging. “Maybe it’s because you and I love each other?”

The silence between us is so thick it could be icing on a cake. I set my toast back down on the plate, swallowing the last bite I had in my mouth. My stomach sloshes for a completely different reason than an illness. He reaches out to hold my hand. Our fingers slide together, grasping at each other.

“I’ll never forget the moment that I realized I love you.” He’s speaking so softly. I tilt my head, watching his mouth as he speaks. Is this really happening? Or am I hallucinating from a lack of fluids. “It was at that country festival on the beach we go to at the beginning of the season. You were drunk and dancing and complaining about being dizzy. You fell into my arms, completely surrendering yourself to me. I almost dropped you and you joked about my quick hands. It was the first time I saw you as more than a friend. You reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes. I’ve never felt anything close to that with anyone else before or since then. One touch and I was done.”

“That was two years ago.” I respond, feeling my mouth go dry. 

“Yeah, and I’ve loved you every day since.”

I lean forward and place our lips together. My arms fall around his shoulders as I pull him closer to me. His hands dash into the hair at the back of my head, cradling it as our tongues touch. Soon, his hands trail down my back, coming under my butt to lift me from my chair to straddle his lap. I settle there easily, like I was made for him. Slowly, I pull away for air. My gaze drinks him in beneath me, lips shining from our kiss, blue eyes drunk on the look of me above him.

“You and Katie weren’t right for each other because you and I are.” I confess to him. He grins back at me. “I’m so in love with you.”

“We should be together then.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, baby.”

So many nights, alone in my bed, I dreamed of this. Now, his hands stroke my thighs, igniting a fire in me that only he can calm.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a soft whisper as I lean down to press my lips back to his. “I’ll have to find a way to repay you.” Adrian stills beneath me. I take his bottom lip between my teeth.

“We’re just gonna dive right in, eh?” He chuckles.

“Oh, if you wanna take it slow-“

“We’ve waited long enough.” He whispers against my lips.

My teeth connect with them because of my grin.

Turns out, Adrian Kempe is worth the wait.

[dracarialove]

📄 Posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'shadow's heart' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 5: Reassurance]

Most people dreaded Mondays for the requirement of going back to work after a fun or restful weekend – but not Shadow. Mondays were his opportunity for a rest, even at work.

With less traffic, there was less to worry about, and the club closed earlier. And although part of the reward of going home early was that he and Rouge got to spend more time relaxing together, the hedgehog was still grateful for a quieter shift.

He went to work in higher spirits and helped the crew open everything up. Jay, again, asked about Rouge, and Shadow couldn't help but feel a pinch of pity that the young man was hoping she'd be back sooner than expected.

But he placated everyone with a brief status update on their boss, then got them started on their tasks before stationing himself in the lobby.

Partway through his shift, a familiar face walked in; someone Shadow was surprised to see. The blue hero spotted him immediately in the mostly-empty room, raising one hand to wave emphatically while a joyful smile spread across his muzzle.

Though not adverse to hanging out with Sonic, the Ultimate Lifeform hadn't been expecting any company. Nevertheless, he waved back, his energy low and his expression not changing much.

He watched the other speedster glance around the lobby as he approached, thinking he might be looking for Rouge. When he got close enough to speak over the music, he reached out his right hand and greeted the security guard with his signature enthusiasm.

"Afternoon, Shadow!" he started, pausing for a moment until Rouge's boyfriend shook his hand. "Pretty slow day, huh? I bet it's nice to be able to slack off a little."

"I wouldn't say I slack off," Shadow countered, releasing his grip. "Though it is refreshing when there aren't so many people here."

Sonic's hand raised to cup his chin, the corner of his playful smile pulling into a mischievous smirk. "Hm, well maybe you could slack off today, since I'm here! How's about a drink?"

"Huh," the dark hedgehog huffed, looking around the place. Bane was posted by the front entrance and Jay was manning the bar, while only a couple of patrons played the slot machines. So, he looked back to Sonic – grinning expectantly – and gave him a nod. "Fine. Only one."

"Yes!" Sonic quietly celebrated, turning to walk towards the bar. He threw himself onto one of the barstools and drummed on the wooden surface while grinning at Jay. "A couple of beers will do, nothing too strong."

"Of course!" the green fox chimed, smiling at Sonic. He reached down for the bottles and looked inquisitively at Shadow as he slid onto the stool next to the Blue Blur. "You're drinking on the job now? I expect it from Rouge, but that's not normally like you."

"Just this time," replied the dark hedgehog, who then casually pointed his thumb in Sonic's direction. "Mostly to appease him."

Sonic lightly smacked Shadow's arm with the back of his hand and said, "Hey, I appreciate that, man! Rouge hogs your attention too much."

The Ultimate Lifeform shook his head and grabbed one of the beers Jay put in front of them. "No, I prefer to give her most of my time."

"Well, that's just not fair," Sonic claimed after taking his first swig. "Because the rest of us want to hang out with you, too. I think this is the first time I haven't seen her around! Funny, because I came over specifically to talk to her."

Shadow's brows raised as he realized the speedy man didn't know his friend's whereabouts. Jay must've realized, too, because a disappointed "Oh" escaped him.

"Unfortunately, Rouge isn't here," the stolid being informed him.

"What? You're kidding."

He shook his head again, then felt the need to run his fingers through his striped quills. "She's on a mission and won't be back for a couple of weeks."

"Aw, damn. She texted me yesterday, so I thought..." his sentenced trailed off and he took another drink.

"She's keeping in touch with you out there?" Shadow asked, absentmindedly turning the bottle in his palm as it sat on the bartop.

Sonic shrugged one shoulder and lifted his hand to match the gesture. "Kinda sorta. It was really just that one text. She said Knux visited the other day; were you here for that?"

"Yeah, I was. He was looking for her, and I told her about it..." He hesitated, realized he was spinning the bottle, and stopped. "What did she tell you?"

The beer lowered from Sonic's lips and he swiped a finger underneath his mouth before answering, "Pretty much just that he was trying to talk to her. And I know what he wanted – to apologize, like I've been telling him to. But Rouge wasn't sure if she should contact him at all, so she was really asking for my opinion."

"And what did you say?"

The blue hedgehog gave his friend a lighthearted smile, a curve that pulled to one side more than the other. "I told her to do what felt right. Kept it vague 'cause I don't want to be responsible for the outcome; but also because I trust her to know what she truly wants. She always has, after all."

Shadow's gaze fell to the bartop as Sonic went back to drinking, and his eyebrows furled slightly. Did Rouge contact Knuckles after that? She hadn't called him yet for a chat, so he didn't know what she was up to, wherever she was.

But he also wanted to trust that he would hear about it as soon as her lovely voice leaked through his phone again. He joined the young hero in gulping down the bottle of weak alcohol, finishing half of it before he heard a continuous buzzing sound coming from Sonic's direction. He discovered it was his cell phone.

Whatever he saw on the screen made the optimistic speedster smile, and he looked up at Shadow while unlocking his phone. "Guess who just texted me?"

"Rouge?" the deeper voice asked, receiving a nod.

Emerald green eyes scanned back and forth, which made Shadow oddly anxious. He kept a hold on his drink and waited for the answer of what was going on. Then Sonic let out a satisfied sigh, which told the idling lifeform that it couldn't be bad news.

"Well, you can put whatever worries you have to bed, my friend," he said, putting his phone away. Shadow was surprised that he'd picked up on his concern; he thought he'd been subtle enough, but apparently Sonic was more observant than he assumed. "She just asked me to tell Knux that she doesn't want to talk to him."

A controlled sigh seeped from the immortal's nose. He tried not to smile too much when he responded, "Glad to hear it. I was a bit on edge about that."

"Don't sweat it, dude! Rouge may be sneaky, but I've personally never known her to betray someone she cares about like that. Hell, even if she did talk to him, it would probably just be to tell him to back off."

"That's a good quality to be reminded of. I wouldn't want to feel like I couldn't trust her."

"From what I've seen, she's crazy about you, so..." Sonic snapped his fingers to point one finger-gun at his drinking buddy. "S'all good."

They shared another few moments of swigging, then a question rolled to the forefront of Shadow's mind. Everything he knew about Rouge's relationship with Knuckles was from her perspective; the whirlwind start, the heartbreaking end, the bitter dislike afterwards – but he didn't quite know what they'd been like together, in-between the most emotional moments.

"If I may ask, as a... concerned partner," he carefully uttered, wanting to cushion the phrasing of his query, "what were they like together? Rouge told me some things, but I'd like to get more context on that time in her life."

"Hmm," Sonic drawled, eyeing Shadow with a bit of caution before returning a sense of snark to his expression. "You sure you want to know? It could make you jealous."

The Ultimate Lifeform's eyes rolled before he could stop them. "I'll be fine."

"Okay, well... they were-" he hesitated for a split second, gazing at the open air to recall memories, "- great together, honestly. Really flirty, like all over each other most of the time; we'd all hang out in a group a lot and it was fun! We spent a ton of time at bars and clubs."

A white-clothed index finger gently tapped beneath his mouth as he continued, "They argued now and then, but they were a passionate couple – so, sure, things got bad sometimes, but the 'good' seemed to be really good."

Shadow worked on finishing off his drink, silently analyzing Sonic's recollection of the bat's past relationship, and subconsciously comparing it to their own.

The blue hedgehog leaned back against the bartop and looked at his friend again. "I got the vibe that maybe Knuckles felt a little inadequate in some ways? Like, Rouge always seemed to have everything figured out and breezed through life like it was nothin'. But Knux..."

He shook his head. "He just took some things too seriously. Never felt good enough about his accomplishments. And you know, I tried to help him with that! But, friends can only do so much."

A shrug punctuated his sentence and he took a few more drinks of his nearly-empty beer. Shadow's drink was gone now, so he pushed away the bottle and rested his elbow on the bar, letting his hand dangle off the side, then asked, "Do you think he felt like he wasn't enough for her?"

The air was quiet for a moment, then Sonic sighed. "Maybe. He doesn't exactly tell me what's going through his mind most of the time. So, when we were all hanging out, they seemed to be rock-solid; they had fun together. Things were different behind closed doors, I guess."

Silence spread between them again. The black speedster's gaze drifted while he soaked in the words that revealed so much of what he hadn't known before; what he was glad to know now. He zoned out enough to not notice Sonic smirking at his faraway look.

The playful voice returned to ask, "You're comparing, aren't you?"

Shadow blinked and red eyes dragged back to green ones. He didn't get to speak before the Blue Blur added, "It's okay. I probably would be, too. Just don't think about it too much, alright?"

Thick cobalt eyebrows curved to change his visage from cheerful to supportive. "You and Knux are nothing alike. Well... I guess besides the fact that neither of you like to be vulnerable. Otherwise... yeah, Rouge switched it up for a reason. I think you were just the guy she needed."

"You really believe that?"

"Definitely," Sonic nodded confidently. "I think you bring something into her life that she didn't have before: stability. She knows you won't switch up on her, you're... you know, reliable."

A bit of cheekiness entered his tone and he put one hand beside his mouth as if he was telling a secret, though his volume didn't lower. "By the way – speaking of stability – I'd put a ring on it, if I were you. Rouge is a catch, and if you're lucky enough to be compatible with her, I'd say don't let that opportunity slip away."

His heart skipped a beat. There it was, another friend encouraging the decision he'd had in the back of his mind for the past month. And with no prompting from Shadow about a proposal, Sonic's cherry-on-top opinion was enough to convince him.

Three people vouching staunchly for his commitment to Rouge told him that it really was right. There and then, he let the doubts evaporate, swept back the comparisons, and did away with the last bit of fear he had about sharing his biggest secret with the love of his life.

"Don't worry," Shadow told his bar-buddy, a warm smile touching his lips. "I won't miss my chance."

[corvuscorona]

STATUS REPORT:

AFM sequel - had some fun w/ this one over the weekend. it's like:

[ ❚_❚__||||____|||❚||❚|❚|❚❚❚ ] ← it's this many done. p.s. why won't tumblr let me use red at all what ....... dude.

Long Thing - chunk 1 (small) and chunk 2 (medium-big) have a HEAVY-DUTY outline with almost no bullshit in it now. chunk 3 (BIG) might also have that; I just haven't actually manifested it into a document yet (ran out of sunday). chunk 4 (medium-big again) has the makings of Real Outlineability as well but it'll probably fight me more when I start actually trying to make it real. chunk 5 (medium?) is slowly orbiting closer and closer to me in my dreams. 6 (???) and 7 (small) are phantoms still; don't rush them. they're shy.

Highly E-Rated Thing - haven't worked on it because the 2 above projects are so Perfectly Balanced. it will choose its moment.

AFM chapter 5 - similarly it will choose its moment. for instance a moment when I am like way too full of beans & need something to put a lot of brain thoughts into.

I may not have anything specific to contribute to Jackstos June or most likely Jackstos July either but everyone else has been BRINGING IT so hey. *offers a gay little applause that pisses you off*.

next: I'm gonna talk to myself below the cut I'm thinking about THE PROCESS.

*elaborates on Long Fucking Thing some more because that's what I use like 3/4 of my brain for all the time now* it's interesting to see plot arcs shape up / to have a way to really consciously note "this part still might need This kind of thing," for reasons:

because both the story & the way I'm working on it are nonlinear, sometimes the note I'm making is "if you haven't established that Event A happened by this point, the scene that has to go here for thematic coherency reasons will not make. logical sense" (genuinely very funny thing to have to consider)

a LOT of the places where I currently have "uh think harder about this later" types of notes are like. have directly to do w/ Facts And Lore that are tangential to the story but critical to the worldbuilding (which REALLY makes them NOT tangential to the story. they're formative and important it's just that I have to Decide Them backwards to make sure they're forming the story elements in the direction I already want those to be going)

I'm realizing by thinking about the Process in this way that this is all very related to the Reasons the latter half of the fic is still pretty up in the air. It works like this okay bear with me:

I start with emotional beats I find compelling. Then I string together facts and events that make them important + create a compelling narrative arcs-and-themes-ways. Then I retroactively define the worldstate and LoreFacts based on "what would make this string of happenings happen in a way that isn't stupid". (I Am Currently Here). As the World Facts become more rigidly defined, I run into "things I should either address or change an existing Something to avoid addressing," and like this the places where there aren't currently things like "scenes" or "concrete events" gradually get filled in.

The concrete Things That Need To Happen in the final 3 chunks of this fic depend so heavily on the WORLDSTATE that it's been impossible to generate most of them up until now. I have to finish (~) defining Facts (based on the emotional beats I already know how I'll be covering in the first half of the story) before I can get my gay little fingers in there and start tying things into cute little bows. THIS MAKES A SHOCKING AMOUNT OF SENSE SOMEHOW I'M so used to writing smedium-length things where half the time I write the VERY end first because that's where ALL the emotional payoff lives.

NOT SO THIS TIME. THERE IS EMOTIONAL PAYOFF ALL OVER THE FIRST HALF OF THIS THING & it would probably be difficult and inadvisable to do a whole lot more with the second half before I make sure I know what shrimplications I'm shrimplying based on (checks my watch for some reason) like 3 entire Structural Plot Arcs of Gay BullShit. huh.

[incorrect-quotes-from-she-ra]

glitradora fic, anything really would be nice <3

hey anon! thanks for the request, this was really fun to write :)

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"We're out of cereal," Catra grumbles out. It's midnight, she's sleep-deprived and exhausted, and she wants. Her fucking. Cereal.

"I think I might have finished it," Adora blurts out. She's sitting at the couch, where the three of them had crashed right after making it home from work. Glimmer is still half asleep.

"Adora," Catra groans. "My cereal."

"Sorry! It just tastes really good and you get the ones with the little white chocolate triangles in them and they're such a lovely surprise! You can never get used to it!"

"We can just go to the nearest," Glimmer yawns, "24/7 and buy more."

Catra considers that idea. "Okay," she decides, and snatches up her coat. She's striding to the door, stuffing her wallet in her pocket before Glimmer interrupts her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"The store?"

"Not without us," Glimmer says, heaving herself out of the couch. "I can't believe you're making me do this, Catra."

"I'm not making you do anything," Catra points out, but Adora's already twisted up with trying to get her hands through her jock jacket and Glimmer is digging through the pile of stuff at the coffee table for the apartment keys. Catra heaves a sigh.

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Catra has to fight, fight, her smile as she watches her girlfriends in the grocery store. She can't help it, okay? They're adorable.

"Catra," Adora asks, with literal puppy eyes. She's holding up the chocolatey cereal Catra hates with her whole heart. "Please? I know you hate it but I love it and so does Glimmer and we'll finish it really fast this time-"

Catra rolls her eyes. Glimmer pushes up next to Adora, slinging a casual arm around her waist and adding her puppy eyes to the mix.

Catra breaks. "Fine," she grumbles. "But only one packet!"

Adora grins sloppily, and presses a quick kiss to Catra's lips before running off down the aisle. Glimmer hesitates, pecking Catra shyly and running after Adora, leaving Catra to smile fondly and shake her head.

They move down the shelves of cereal to the snack aisle, and Glimmer already has a towering pile of junk food in her arms. Adora is snatching candy off their hangers. Glimmer dumps the entire pile of chips, chocolate, soda and god knows what else into the cart, and grins at Catra. Catra bites the inside of her cheek.

"Not a chance," she says, and starts putting the food back on the shelf. "Glimmer, why do we need barbeque chips?? No one likes barbeque chips!!"

"Bow does," Glimmer says immediately. "And he's visiting on the weekend."

"Bow won't eat a familysized pack of chips, Sparkles. No," Catra adds, as Glimmer's hand reaches out to another packet of the sweet and salted chips she loves so much. "I have already counted three of those packets- Adora!"

Adora grins sheepishly from behind the cart, into which she'd just dumped a handful of chocolates of all sort.

"Guys," Catra moans, running a hand down her face. "I'm not getting us all this shit only to have you sick in bed complaining about a bad stomach two weeks later."

"We won't," Glimmer swears.

Catra raises an eyebrow. "Really?" she asks.

"Glimmer, come on, we have to check out the paste aisle," Adora interrupts, her eyes glinting. "Catra, you can sort through the stuff, keep all the chocolates and the chips. Get some more soda. Bye! Love you!"

"That's not sorting out!" Catra yells after them, but they're long gone. She stifles another smile and continues on.

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Catra catches Glimmer and Adora making out against a row of pasta sauces, and she leans one shoulder against the shelf, and smirks, waiting for her girlfriends to notice her. When they do, Glimmer shoots her a look that makes Catra want to taste Adora on her lips, and Adora looks embarrassed at being caught, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Hi," Catra says finally, moving down the aisle, pushing her cart in front of her. It's been emptied of all food except the cereals and a few packets of chips [Glimmer's favourites] and a few chocolates [Adora's favourites].

"Hey," Glimmer says, reaching out. Her hand fits around Catra's waist easy as anything, and Catra settles into the touch, smiles softly as Adora drops the ingredients required for Catra's favourite type of pasta into the cart.

When Catra doesn't move to take them out, and pushes the cart to the check-out counter, Adora gasps. "Oh, I see how it is! When it's your food you're okay with buying it but when it's ours..."

Catra snickers.

"Catra! I can't believe you'd do that to us!" Adora is pouting now, and Glimmer looks up at Catra with her eyes all widened and adorable and. Fuck.

"Do what?" Catra asks, laughing. They reach the counter and she starts to place their items up, exchanging a smile with the cashier.

"Gum," Glimmer jumps up, holding out a stick of bubble-gum pink gum. "And we'll forgive you."

"No."

"If you get us those perfume strips we'll forgive you," Adora offers.

"Nope." Catra grins at the cashier, who's hiding a laugh.

"Gum. Candy. Perfume. Lip balm. Chocolates. Soda."

"It's like you don't want us to forgive you, Catra."

"Come on, kitty!"

"Fuck off," Catra says, pulling out her card to pay for the groceries. "Excuse my language," she adds, addressing the cashier. "They bring out the worst in me. They're idiots, you see."

The cashier laughs. They hand the bag to Catra and take the card, scanning it. "You guys look happy, though. And y'all are cute, too."

Catra looks back at her girls, who are gaping at her in shock. Probably because she just called them idiots in front of the cashier. "Yeah. Thanks."

She gets her card back, and tips the cashier. "They're idiots," she says, finally, smiling softly at the cashier. "But, well," she looks at the way Adora is trying to keep the sliding doors open with Glimmer cheering her on- "they're my idiots. Have a good night."

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requests are open!! feel free to send in some <33

[formulamei]

imminent impatience, － charles leclerc.

summary: it's the friday of the race weekend at the circuit de monaco in the principalities monte carlo and la condamine of monaco. after the usual free practice sessions of the day, charles can finally show you just how your little sundress has made him feel.

word count: 1.8k

content: NSFW smut / explicit sexual themes (IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH SMUT, SIMPLY DON'T READ.), female! reader, pet names (mostly french), dirty talk, semi-public sex (in his car but nobody's around), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (this is FICTION, be responsible irl), fluffy ending

a/n: whoever reads this, you matter and ily <3. aaaand that's a wrap for the second fic! first off, thank you guys so so much for over 200 notes on the pierre fic, i never imagined it would reach so many people :). i'm sorry this one took so long to write, the past few days have been pure chaos with the floodings in germany. i had lots of fun writing this one, i love charles. after this one i'll probably write more for charles or maybe mick. i might also try to work on some graphics/gif sets if i have the time. enjoy!!

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"mon ange?" charles' inquiring words sounded through the hallway of the hospitality ferrari had set up next to the circuit de monaco, head poking out of his designated room "are you ready to go?"

"i should be asking you that, shouldn't i?" you teased, referring to him just having changed out of his racing gear as the day of free practice sessions had come to an end. you pushed yourself off the wall you had been leaning against while waiting for him and gave him a soft kiss.

"well i'm ready, so we can finally leave," he grinned, his hands lingering on your waist, grasping the fabric of your dress, for a prolonged moment. you smiled and felt lost in his eyes; you were sure that the beauty you saw was the state of his soul, carried on from there to create this reverie of a man in front of you.

"someone's eager to leave," you concluded, tearing your gaze away from his eyes. he only hummed absentmindedly before he reached to interlock your fingers and lead you out of the building, saying his goodbyes to the few staff members still there.

the walk through the paddock went by quickly, questioning him about the results of the day's data and his runs in the car, but he kept his answers uncharacteristically short. as you left the paddock, crossing the threshold of swipe gates to find his car in the parking lot, you could tell he was deeply lost in his thoughts. "is everything okay, charles? you haven't been finishing your sentences and have avoided looking at me. i haven't done anything wrong, have i?"

"no, no, ma chérie, you haven't done anything wrong," he said rather quickly, trying to find his next words, "you just look so good in that stupid dress that if i see you in it any longer, i'm afraid i'll bend you over my car and fuck you right here in this parking lot."

oh. those definitely weren't the words you expected to hear, but they were welcomed nevertheless. you tried to ignore the warmth in your face at his bold statement, opting to play into his suggestions instead. "as good as that sounds, we wouldn't want all the paparazzis to see that, no?" you whispered, being met with a prompt shake of his head, "how about you drive us home quickly and then you can fuck me however you want?"

charles flushed at the sinful thoughts flaring through his mind, mumbling curse words under his breath. you nearly laughed at his fastened pace, practically dragging you to his black ferrari. he opened the door for you before hastily getting into the driver's seat.

fortunately for the two of you, the ride back was not long due to monte carlo and la condamine, or even monaco in its entirety as a country, not being big administrative areas. for the entire drive, his whole body screamed tension － from his straight, rigid back, intense focus on the road and iron grip on the steering wheel down to the way he furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw.

the ferrari smoothly glided into the private underground garage of charles’ apartment complex and the monegasque quickly made work of parking his car. his gaze made your knees weak, his eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown, looking as if he would devour you whole right then and there.

“i don’t think i can wait until we make it back to the apartment, chaton,” he said, eyes looking you up and down hungrily. you felt the arousal pooling between the apex of your thighs at his deep tone and promptly swung yourself onto his lap, straddling him in the process. your method was a bit questionable, seeing as you nearly got caught on the centre console of the sports car, but your thoughts, and struggles, were soon forgotten.

he connected your lips with a smile, hands immediately coming to rest at your hips, bunching up the cotton of your dress. you both moaned in content, setting a faster pace instantly. charles’ grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises the following day and he slightly pulled away to trail hot kisses down your jaw and throat. the heavy make-out left you dizzy, but you simply weaved your fingers through his hair and tugged at his roots, pulling him back up to kiss him on the lips once again. charles groaned deeply in response.

“i need you inside of me, charles,” you whimpered desperately as you broke apart, exhaling in shallow, panting breaths. charles looked at you with awe and desire, his own chest heaving as well.

“fuck, of course,” he affirmed, “anything for you, my pretty girl.”

he bundled up your dress at your waist, leaving your lacy thong exposed to him. “merde, so, so pretty,” he whispered and you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or if he even meant to say the words out loud. charles’ hand trailed to your pussy, rubbing it slowly through your underwear. “darling, you’re soaked already, hm?”

you whined in confirmation and he finally pushed your underwear to the side, baring you to himself. a content groan fell from his lips at the way you glistened. charles put his fingers in your mouth and you moaned around them, sucking on them eagerly. he pulled them out of your mouth, stimulating your pussy with them to prepare you for his cock. “good girl, always so responsive for me,” he said, eyes completely blown out.

he quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. charles took a hold of himself, groaning at the friction he'd been desperate for the entire day, lining himself up with you.

you whimpered when he rubbed his dick against your clit, spreading your arousal all over himself. charles whispered your name, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. his name then left your mouth in a shaky exhale as you sank down onto him fully. he groaned, which made your walls clamp around him, resulting in him moaning once more.

"merde, you're so tight for me," he cursed, hands digging into the hot skin of your hips roughly. "always so, so tight and warm for me."

slowly, you rolled your hips with a moan, drawing out the pleasure and friction with a languid movement. charles guided your body closer to his with a firm pull of his hands, causing your pulsing clit to rub against the rough material of his shirt.

"oh my god," you moaned, leaning into his touch and connecting your lips in a messy, lust-driven kiss that made your heart beat feverishly and your head spin.

charles seemingly had enough of the slow pace the entire day had taken on, his hands running across your ass quickly, massaging the flesh roughly, before he took a hold of your hips again and lifted you up and down on his cock repeatedly.

you caught on quickly, taking over the fast-paced movements, as you bounced on his cock. your hands found their way into his tousled hair, tugging promptly. a low groan left his swollen lips in response.

"fuck, char- charles, please," you begged desperately, however you weren't sure what for. your pace faltered briefly, cherishing the way you could feel every vein and ridge of him hitting all the right spots in you.

"hm, what are you begging for, ma chérie?" he questioned with a small smirk that you would've loved to wipe off his stupidly handsome face, had he not started thrusting up into you with a brutal pace.

"fuck, fuck, fuck-" you cursed, head tilting back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pure pleasure and ecstasy. charles sat up straighter, attaching his lips to the now exposed, soft skin of your neck. the sudden change in the angle of his thrusts made you feel him deeper than before and you felt yourself squeeze around him.

"putain, you're so perfect," he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer, "you feel so good around me, mon ange."

your moans were increasing in volume and you were glad charles had chosen to park the car in the vacant underground garage instead of next to the main streets of monte carlo. a particularly sharp thrust brought you back to the present moment, the warm feeling in your belly building its momentum.

"so tight i can barely continue thrusting into you, hm?" he continued to talk, the words spurring you on just as much as they were him.

"yes, yes, yes, right there charles!" you moaned as he hit the most sensitive spot inside of you with the tip of his cock, raking over the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

the monegasque pushed your back against the steering wheel, bunching your dress up once again with one hand while laying his other one against your pelvis. he leaned forward slightly, spat onto your throbbing clit and connected his thumb to it, rubbing in tight, fast circles.

"charles, fuck, oh my god." his name became your mantra and it remained the only coherent thought present in your mind, repeating it over and over again; it orbited in your subconscious. a proud smile graced his features and he was about to let out a chuckle before a breathy moan left the back of his throat when you clenched around him.

"i'm so close, charles," you whispered, leaning towards his body once more, seeking closure. you looped your arms around his neck, chest brushing against his as you continued moving, finding a somewhat messy rhythm. elation, bliss － whatever this damned feeling you were experiencing was － enveloped the two of you, it gleefully fogged your minds.

“fuck, me too,” he moaned out, his hands settling back down on your hips, gently directing your movements. the telltale signs of your orgasm would’ve made charles tease you, usually, however his head rolled back a little and his long eyelashes started fluttering against his cheeks as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“come on, sweetheart, i know you’re close,” he mumbled and the little moan that followed set your entire body ablaze.

iotas fabricated by constellations of heat and electricity cursed through your veins and the way you tightened and clenched around charles had him falling over the edge to his own orgasm. strangled moans were all that resounded in the otherwise silent car as well as heavy pants as you rested your foreheads against that of the other. “fuck, charles,” you whispered, completely blissed out after reaching your highs, “i love you so much.”

charles hugged you to him even tighter after repeating the words quietly, caressing your face with the gentlest touch. he pressed a few devoted kisses to your neck, jawline and face before connecting your lips in a kiss that screamed pure infatuation.

“my heart is so full of you, mon ange, i can hardly even call it my own.”

[kpostedsum]

high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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[lantur]

notes,

I am thankfully feeling much better than I was on Monday and back to my normal self!

Things have been really busy at work for the past two weeks, and next week is going to be chaotic too. :/ I've been hanging in there and getting all my tasks at both jobs done.

Derek and I watched Encanto last weekend, and I loved it. We're also three episodes into Arcane, and I have really been enjoying it!

I've also finished season four of The West Wing and started season five. I still love this show so much.

@broomchickabroom was kind enough to lend me Sabriel, by Garth Nix, and omg, I am obsessed with this series now. I finished Sabriel on Monday and am 100 pages into the sequel, Lirael. The worldbuilding, the characters, the specific brand of fantasy, the quality of the writing - I am very into it!

I haven't read a hard copy book in about six months, since I usually listen to audiobooks while I run or walk. I absolutely love how immersive audiobooks are, but it's been nice to sit down with a hard copy book.

I am almost done with The Burning God, the final book in the Poppy War trilogy by RF Kuang. I've been listening to these books since fall, and this is truly one of my favorite stories/series I've read. I'm going to miss it a lot when I'm done. I think I'm going to listen to Iron Widow and Jade City next, while still working through the First Law trilogy. (I'm more than halfway through book two, Before They Are Hanged.)

I finished writing the sixth and final chapter of my blind!Roy fic, though I still want to do a reread of the chapter and add in any revisions before I send it to my beta reader. I'm excited to share the final chapter of a fic that has been very close to my heart!

I feel safe in saying that this is the last chaptered fic I'm going to write for a long time. I've written five chaptered fics in two years, with one of those being 27 chapters and 324k words. It's taken a lot out of me, even though I've enjoyed the process and learned from every story. It's been so nice to take a writing break since I finished the blind!Roy fic, and it's going to be great to go back to writing fun no-stakes oneshots.

I made pad thai for the first time earlier this week, and it turned out so well!! Tamarind paste was such a good ingredient in the sauce for the noodles. I'm also making panang curry again tonight, and I have kaffir lime leaves this time, which I think will add a lot to the flavor.

Homemade tea lattes in the morning have been getting me through my winter days. I alternate between a vanilla almond black tea from Nelson's on my running days, and H&S decaf chocolate black tea on my other days. Mulled plum cider and sweet cinnamon orange are perfect in the evenings. ❤️

I'm still loving the Freakonomics podcast! It's often wind chill of zero or subzero temperatures when I get out in the mornings, but listening to Freakonomics in the car is something I always enjoy.

[bringmebackdude]

I Can't Quit You Baby

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Slash x fem!Reader

Concept: Slash has been hooking up with a rich girl, but this time "no ties" starts to bother him.

Word count: 1,454

A/N: Actually I've been thinking about making a fic out of this one, haven't read or seen one like this with the guys and mixing a rich girl with Slash seems very interesting...(if you have, please let me know, I'm not trying to steal any content by mistake!)

(light smut, fluff)

His agitated body dropped next to hers, both chests going up and down from exhaustion and the heat that filled the considerably small room. Their bodies still felt the shivers of pleasure, there was a comfortable silence during the recovery. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed looking for her bra, which she spotted right next to Pandora's tank, his snake, alongside her panties. It was a usual scavenger hunt for her clothes, she and Slash wouldn't care where they left their stuff when lust came between them. He lit a cigarette while watching his companion with a frown, slightly smirking seconds later when he laid eyes on the lightning-struck tattoo she had on her left buttock. "You're leaving already?"

"Wasn't two hours enough for you, big boy?" she chuckled, sliding her legs inside the pink skirt.

"It's just that you usually stay longer...y'know" shrugging and letting the smoke escape from his lips, he sat on the bed. Carefully pushing some of his rebel curls back, so he could give a better look to the girl's half-naked body. "And it isn't two hours if you count the smoke breaks."

"I have stuff to do, and I'm already late," her tone was calm, but she buttoned down her blouse in a rush, shoving her panties in her purse after.

"Daddy invited the president over tonight?" he asked mockingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny," she finished tying her boots and walked towards him, holding his face between her hands "You would love to go to one, wouldn't ya?"

"I'd die for," using his reliable sarcasm, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'll see you soon," always her same goodbye, not forgetting about the quick peck on the lips before taking her belongings and walking out of his room. "Bye, Pandora! Bye, Duff!" Slash heard the main door close, letting out a sigh, all the fun was over sooner than he thought. He was quite happy with the dynamic between him and (Y/N), no need for compromises, just sex whenever they were in need. She was funny, hot, friendly, listened to the same music as he did, and not to mention she was rich. Also, her dad hated Slash, which made the friendship more exciting for both of them. Two lovers of trouble, together, were no good. That's exactly what he wanted, a good fuck and then leave. But somehow, it slightly bothered him that she didn't ask for more. All the girls were looking for something serious with him, why not her?

"She left early, huh?" Duff's head poked out of his door before he made an entrance to the curly's bedroom. He shrugged again, taking a puff on his cigarette "Yeah." "Oh dude, I'm so jealous you can bang that anytime you want. Do you mind if I shoot my shot with her?" "It's not up to me. She's probably out of your league" Slash replied. The guys enjoyed having her around, she wasn't stuck up like other ones, but still, she had a very strong character, which would sometimes cause fights between her and Axl. Of course, she had developed quite the friendship with Duff. The blond giraffe was funny as hell. "If she's a Motley Crue girl, there will be no problem to get her" rested his body against the wall and crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew it was gonna piss the guitarist. "What do you mean?" "Izzy and I ran into her a couple of nights ago after a Motley Crue concert. No big deal." "What were you doing there?" Slash interest grew, he threw the cigarette to the floor and step on it. She goes to see Motley but not us? (Y/N) knew that they were making noise around Los Angeles, he talked endlessly to her about many gigs, still, she never attended one. The unusual feeling of resentment invaded him. He shrugged, making his way out of the room "Chicks are horny as fuck at the end of a rock concert, dude." Duff laughed walking through the hall, knowing the effect that his comment had caused on his friend. As much as Slash would deny it, everyone in the band knew there was something much more than just a friendship going between the two of them. Ever since the night they met her, the proprietorial side of the curly had shown. Besides (Y/N) being rad, she would sometimes arrive at their apartment with boxes of beer when she knew it was their rest day, lent them some clothes, or even offer transportation. Although she would disappear very often and for several days, it was a friendship worth keeping. At this point, the guys were just waiting for them to become something a bit more official, but the two lovers were too proud.

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Her foot stomped on the floor when she tripped on the amp next to the sofa, the dark empty apartment echoed with giggles from the two of them, their mouths refusing to separate. Slash felt the doorknob of his room, quickly opening the door and pulling the girl inside, both wasting no time in starting to take their clothes off. She let her skirt slide down her legs, showing off her pink thong. He, on the other side, was almost naked when he took his pants off, the guy had no problem being commando most of his life. He laid her body delicately on the bed, sliding his mouth towards the female's jaw, where he left traces of saliva from his wet kisses along with a few bites. The rough touch of his blistered fingers running through her body, making her skin crawl as the touch entered between her legs, a smirk appeared in the guitarist's face when he felt how wet she was already, something he never got tired of. A moan escaped from her lips when his mouth positioned on one of her nipples, sucking hard. "Baby" her hands running through his curls, slightly pulling from these, "I need you," she whispered. Needless to say, that unleashed the lust he carried inside.

...

His tanned hand grabbed the delicate one, feeling his fingers locked with hers, a simple but cute thing that Slash usually didn't do. She bit her lip, hiding the smile that the sudden action had provoked on her. "So... Duff told me he saw you at a Motley concert." "Oh yeah, I think it was last weekend or something like that," she shrugged, peering up at him. "I didn't know you liked those types of bands..." trying hard to hide his jealousy, he kept an unworried face. "One of my girlfriends took me with her, and you know I like rock," covering her breasts with the blanket, she reached for a cigarette and took the lighter from the nightstand. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is this whole interrogation happening, dumbass?" she chuckled, letting the smoke come out right in front of his face. Slash coughed, rolling his eyes before stealing the cigarette from her hand, to which she smiled. "I don't know, it's just that you never come to watch us perform." "So?"

"So? We are friends, and you've never attended one of our gigs, you just drop us off and we're way better than them," he scoffed irritated. The female looked at him with confusion, not understanding where this was all coming from. "Honey, you never invite me to any of your events, I thought this was only hooking up and hanging every now and then," she replied with furrowed brows. He never seemed to have a problem with that. "Well maybe I want more..." with his arms crossed on his chest, he avoided her fazed stare, the last thing he needed was for her to notice his cheeks blushing. The words slipped out of his mouth. Did he regret saying that? No, he didn't, all this time he had been craving more but his pride was too big to admit it. After a few seconds of letting all this new information sink in, slowly a mocking smile was drawn on her face, sliding in bed to be closer to him,"Why didn't you say anything before?" "Cause I guess I didn't realize it completely until a few days ago...whatever, this is stupid" his slight embarrassment was adorable for her, it was a completely new side of the tough carefree guy she knew. "No, it's not," she stopped him before he could get out of the bed."I think we could work something out," a shy smile was attached to the response that was going to change their path from now and on. "I'd like that" he pulled her closed, wrapping his arms around her waist as another round was waiting for them.

[kae-karo]

okay so im always curious about other people's (fic) writing habits and progress so i thought I'd ask how you do it!! like in the sense of outlining, first drafts, editing (or just writing and posting it straight up) but also if you have specific times of the day/week you sit down to write (for how long) or if you just write here and there!! stuff like. do you listen to music, watch movies/shows in the background? or a timer for sprints? it's always so interesting for me to see how others do it!!

awe hi dear this is so much fun!!! ty for asking!! i love talking meta abt writing lmaooooo

tbh the entirety of my 'outlining' or planning in any sense is like. vague idea tossed into the abyss of my personal discord with a general premise and some lines of dialogue/a scene idea (if i came up with any lmao) - i really just cannot outline stuff in too much detail or i lose interest i guess? most of the fun of writing for me is the process of figuring out how the story goes along the way, or like how i get from one major plot beat to the next?

usually writing A Story for me is a 2-stage process - i do my best to complete the story first, with minimal rereading (unless i had to set the story aside for a time and i absolutely need to maintain perfect continuity to proceed with the next part), then let the whole thing sit for at least a week while i work on something else before going in for any editing. it helps me basically act as my own beta lmao cause i just fully forget half the story while i'm working on smth else and then i can come back and edit with a fresh mind lmao

(also generally that bit always surprises ppl - that i finish a fic before i start posting? i really don't like posting a chaptered fic until it's completely finished as i have been known to get distracted while writing and move to other wips and i personally don't want to leave anyone hanging on an unfinished fic)

honestly weirdly enough i write mostly during downtime at work? like, that's often when i have the most inspiration and motivation. weekends are usually like unwind relax do nothing days, so i find it harder to work up motivation for writing unless i'm really inspired by smth lmaoo (this also applies to evenings after work lmao)

ahhhh i am always so impressed and shocked when ppl can do smth in the background while writing?? like even music without lyrics is too distracting for me LMAO i really cannot be doing Anything Else sldkjfkljsdf although i do have a bad habit of checking twt/tumblr when i get to even a brief moment of 'hm, where does this go from here?' while i'm writing but that typically doesn't last long before i run out of new posts and come back to writing lmao

i have done sprints in the past but honestly it works about as well for me as just just being like 'okay i'm gonna write now', unless i'm notably distractable that day and i really need a Reason to not go check twt/tumblr and Do Other Things while trying to write lmao. or if other ppl are doing sprints and invite me to join lmao but that's usually more for the community vibe than to help me get words done

honestly the only other thing i have is that i'm a huge proponent of following inspiration? which basically for me means that i am VERY prone to wip-hopping as inspiration or interest strikes lmao. benefits of course being that writing is almost always an enjoyable thing to do for me, drawbacks being that it can take me a while to finish stuff esp if it's longer lmaoooo. or, in the very extreme (but not uncommon) case, that i set a wip aside and don't really find any motivation to pick it up again (at least, not yet lmao)

ANYWAY thank u anon dear this was a lot of fun!!!! i love questions abt my writing process and other meta writing stuff so i am very thrilled u asked!! <3

[syuga-s]

The Last Time

w.c 4.3k

pairing. Jooheon x gn!reader

genre. angst, a little fluff maybe, idk how to classify it but it's my take on relationships in real life(?)

a/n. (warnings) I throw some curses here and there, mention of the word "sex" once, tried to make it as gender-neutral as possible, I could really use some help about t/w, feedback is more than welcome, hope you like the fic 🧍‍♀️

Once again you were at the same bar. With the same friends. Same music. Same drinks. It's safe to say that nothing's changed in here but you.

For some reason, you were awfully quiet tonight. Everyone was away from the table by now. All of them talking and dancing in groups.

You were regretting saying yes to going out the very moment Jasmine was at your front door. But your best friend really wanted to get you out of your house.

The thing is you weren’t going to be alone, all of your friends were tagging along. I guess I need to suck it up, maybe I could have fun, despite him.

And you really tried, there was no need to make a scene anymore. All of your friends have had their fair share of nights seeing you 'talk' with him and making things awkward for everyone. It's been a while, though. You haven't seen him in exactly 2 years.

How do I explain this? There's no resentment anymore, no hate for what happened between you. But when there's a choice between spending your Friday night at the same place as him or staying at home? Well...

But tonight was clearly different. Something (Jasmine) had dragged you here and to be quite honest, it hasn’t been half bad yet. Jasmine kept waiting for you to get up from your chair to come and chat with Jackson and Changkyun. Her all-time crush and his best friend.

"In a sec!! Just let me finish this drink!" You said while you showed her your glass. She quickly nodded and turned to keep talking with those two. You have to remember to thank them later for keeping her entertained because if it weren't for them cracking jokes every single second, she wouldn't have let you off the hook that easily.

Meanwhile, you decided to get a little lost in your head. Laughing to yourself because you were feeling like having a main character moment. Being the only one sat down in a place full of people. The mysterious persona drinking by themselves.

But that didn't last long.

"Mind if I sit here?" You shook your head. He put his drink next to yours and asked, "How are you?" And it somehow felt like you couldn’t have avoided this exact situation.

You released a breath that you didn't even know you were holding. "I'm sitting Jooheon, drinking… existing, you?" He forced himself to smile. Trying to hide the fact that he was still feeling uneasy around you. Nonetheless, showing you the dimples that you used to love so much.

“I can see that”, he paused, "it's been a lot since I last saw you, you look different".

You hummed softly, finally making eye contact with him. "So you expected for me to look the same?" You surely weren't going to pass up the opportunity to be passive-aggressive to him.

It still makes you happy to know that he has never minded this side of you.

"I'm teasing, I guess we both look different, it's been what? Two years?"

"I'm not sure, but it feels like a lot" He took a sip of his drink and started to fidget with the glass. Maybe you're not the only one that's changed after all.

In the two years, you were together, you never saw him like this. But let's remember the fact that you never fully knew him back then. It just feels weird to see him this anxious. Especially with you.

"I've wanted to reach out to you for a while now," You frowned at his words. "Guess I lacked a little courage" He let out an airy laugh. "I really want to talk to you".

Now it was your turn to feel tense. What is this supposed to mean? How long has he been wanting to talk? And talk about what?

You tilted your head and opened your mouth to ask him all this, but he didn't give you the chance to get the words out.

"Before you say something, please believe me I just wanna talk", "but not in here”.

"Alright then, where do you suggest we ‘talk’ Jooheon?” He took his phone out to check the time. 10:44 p.m. He pursed his lips and said, more like hesitating, "I could walk you home?"

You stared off into your group of friends. This was going to make their night interesting. Seeing you two go together again, just like all those times before.

Jooheon's been waiting for this since he saw on your social media that you were leaving the city. And Jasmine took care of letting him know that you would be coming back in about 6 months.

That was a year ago. More than 365 days waiting to be in the same room with you. Praying that you would let him talk to you. Not that you would reject him. But he was scared, he was perfectly aware he messed up everything.

As you were both saying goodbyes to your friends, you started to think about how everything had ended between you two.

You know what? Yes, maybe I was wrong in ghosting him but after all, I don't owe him anything. Just like he threw me out of his life two years ago. We didn't work out, he never communicated with me. He didn't choose me back. I just had to watch him get rid of me, no explanations, no nothing. And I find it really hard to believe that he's been dying to talk to me. What could be so important that he wants to have a proper conversation? How will I explain to him that I stopped replying for no particular reason? That I just realized that we weren't good together, and I had to let go of him? Should I tell him that no matter my hard feelings, I still thought about him constantly?

You had left each other in the cold back then.

He called your name, and you snapped back to reality. Didn't even realize you were already outside of the bar when he softly asked you, "aren't you cold?"

You smirked and told him "Well yeah, walking back home in this weather wasn't in my plans dummy, but I didn't bring a jacket though".

He used to be so attentive to you. One of the other things you used to love about him. Always concerned about you.

He simply put his jacket around you and started walking before you could complain about something as simple as this. Like you always did.

It feels nice to know that someone in this world knows you to this extent. The way you’ll react to simple things. How can you still love someone despite knowing that you don’t work together?

You realized he still has this jacket. It's the same one he gave me the first night we spent together. Why do I have to remember this now? Not fair. Maybe he wore it on purpose.

You gave a little run to catch him. Now that you were by his side, you were getting impatient, "Can you please start talking? I'm intrigued by all your seriousness".

You were kind of hating this feeling. Everything about him felt familiar. Suddenly, you wanted to cling your arm to his but thought twice about it.

He chuckled. "Well it's not super serious, I want us to have a nice conversation, you know?" You snorted at this, what does a nice talk mean?

"I can be nice, as long as you tell me WHAT you wanna talk about…", "come on Jooheon, just get to the point".

"Okay!! OKAY… I-" he took a deep breath and continued, "First of all, I want to apologize to you for everything, then I want us to talk about what happened between us if that's okay with you?"

You'd be lying if you didn't say that you wanted this to happen since you drew apart the first time. You always dreamt of having an adult conversation with him.

But the dream left your mind bit by bit. Just like your heart got itself back together after he left you, piece by piece.

Overwhelmed, you could only stare straight ahead into the street. He called your name again. Now your eyes were on his, and you could see his concerns. How his mind was going miles per hour, just like yours.

"I want to apologize too,” you smiled and finally let yourself link arms with him. “It’s gonna take us a while, isn’t it?”.

The walk to your apartment took around 15 minutes. The words you exchanged with Jooheon were kept to a minimum. You weren’t gonna get into the heavy stuff right there in the street.

When you finally arrived, you gave him back his jacket. It was gonna get uncomfortable to talk with him with a piece of clothing that made you remember too much.

“Want something to drink? I have a beer, wine, you name it”. He sat on your couch while you searched for something non-alcoholic in your little fridge. “A beer would be okay”.

You got yourself some water. Otherwise, your head would be fuzzy, and wouldn’t be able to tell him all you’ve had on your mind for years.

You handed him the bottle, and you took your seat on the carpet. Your mind wandered off to the last time he was in here.

When he told you goodnight and planted a soft kiss on your lips like he always did. You knew it wasn’t a simple ‘good night’, for you.

You remembered how your eyes followed him until he closed the door of your apartment.

He took a swig of his drink and by the time he put the bottle on your little coffee table, it made you realize he was sitting right there, in front of you.

Finally, gathering the courage to start telling you what was on his mind. “I never thought I’d get the chance to talk to you again”.

I didn’t think so, either. We both fucked up multiple times.

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You were never a couple. After 5 years, you never understood what had lacked between you. The desire was there. Now and then you had your moments of happiness. Usually on the weekends.

When you met, you weren’t looking for love or a serious relationship. At least one of you.

Jooheon was free, like the wind or like a bird. He flew back and forth and once in a while he needed to land somewhere for a while. Every so often he sought another fire, another bed, other arms that weren’t yours.

The time came when he made you feel a million things inside. Overwhelmed with words and emotions, mostly love. But also turmoil and maybe desperation.

It made you happy that he made you feel so much after being empty for months. You felt different with him. It was the kind of love you didn’t know you had in you. Didn’t even think it was possible to express about someone like this. Until him.

You didn’t need anyone else. You just needed Jooheon. Not only that, but you didn’t care for how long your love would last because you believed that the meaning of the word love was what you had built together.

A few hours together. Every so often the whole night.

But when the morning came, the nightmare started to take form. Texts at inappropriate hours, and even unanswered messages.

You started thinking that you didn’t know better. You started feeling insecure. Replaceable. Maybe he knows better than to be with me.

Desperate to know what you had. But afraid that you would ruin everything with the words “What are we?”.

Tried to convince yourself that all of this was okay. That it was a good thing that you were going slow, giving him the chance to open up to you.

Months kept passing and your trust in him was running thin. He made you feel weird on the daily. Wondering if he was seeing someone else. If he danced with someone tonight. Had they kissed? Is he having sex with someone who isn’t me? What if he’s tired of me?

You wanted to be with him, but It was starting to hurt.

I hate that when I try to get myself to think that I don’t like you anymore… you do these little things that make me love you.

When you were together, he treated you like there was no one else for him. His hand was always wrapped up in yours. Talking until dawn, about college, his family, and your relationship. Those times, you couldn’t lie to yourself about your feelings.

He was the only face you could see in the world. The only guy you’ve ever wanted to keep around. But how did we get to this point?

The day you told him you were starting to fall in love with him, all he could reply was, “I don’t know what to say, I never thought you would be in love with me”.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say? You took me by surprise”.

“You could tell me how you feel. I’m not expecting for you to tell me you love me back, I-“

There’s no return now, you have to keep talking.

“I’m just tired of not knowing what’s in your head, I’m not sure if you want to have something with me anymore, it’s okay if you don’t so, just be honest with me”.

“I like you”. You stayed quiet after hearing this, urging him to tell you more than just three words.

“I mean, of course, I’m attracted to you”.

At that moment, you liked what you heard. But the more you thought about it, you realized that he didn’t actually care for you, or loved you. Maybe that was a greedy thought from you. Maybe you expected too much.

You were angry but mostly angry at yourself.

Why are you still waiting for him? It's been years and nothing has happened between you. Nothing ever will at this point.

You ended up telling him not to bother you again, that if this was his way of ‘loving’ you, you were better off without it.

But that was a lie, you longed for your phone to show his name, even if it was at 5 A.M. Still thinking that there was no other way to love someone.

Unable to put an end to it, months kept passing and nothing changed between you. Jooheon had many others, and you only had him.

You loved spending nights like this by his side, watching him sleep, wondering for hours about you two. Unable to explain how you could love him this much.

Maybe he did love you, but you can’t handle this kind of love anymore. It’s better for both of you to end this, whatever it was because it's driving you crazy. And you meant it this time.

Jooheon told you goodnight and planted a soft kiss on your lips like he always did.

You knew it wasn’t a simple ‘good night’ for you, this was the last time you were gonna let him in. Your eyes followed him until he closed the door of your apartment. Fighting back your tears while softly saying to yourself, “I’m always going to love you…”.

The texts at 5 A.M. came again, but this time there was no answer. Jooheon started calling and sending texts for days, but you didn’t reply. All your efforts in disappearing from him on social media weren’t stopping him.

He met someone else, yet the texts wouldn’t stop. Until one day they did.

Now and then your curiosity would get the best of you and you would see his Instagram stories with her. An older girl you had met once. They were supposed to be friends.

You wanted to avoid comparing yourself to her but, he never posted something with you. It’s a dumb thing to worry about, but it’s one of those things that sometimes matter.

You tried to understand the whole situation. Accept the fact that you two weren’t meant to be. That he didn’t see a future with you.

Your days stopped revolving around him. You focused your time on getting your degree, learning another language, going out with your friends. Even tried meeting new people.

There were a few here and there. No one was enough for you.

Your ideas of love and relationships were different now. You gave another meaning to the word love. You wanted to find someone who would love you and take care of you. A quiet kind of love, real love.

What you had with Jooheon, was something you never wanted to experience again. Days went by, even months until you saw each other once more; for the first time in Jooheon’s life, he felt a knot in his stomach, he knew he lost you, for good this time.

Months passed and Jooheon left his girlfriend. He now felt different because he looked for you in everyone, yet he couldn’t find you, and he felt empty.

He cursed himself a thousand times for not knowing how to appreciate you and the love you gave him for two whole years. Tears finally fell from his eyes, he couldn’t believe he was crying for someone, crying for love, crying for you.

He took his phone out, swallowed hard, and started typing another text.

“I miss you, and I need you with me now and always, I never thought I would say this, but I’m not happy without you. Maybe I should’ve loved you less and loved you better, I just want you to know that I’ll always be waiting for you my sweet y/n…”

But the message was never delivered. You had changed your number.

It made sense that you would do that someday. It’s been too long, but this didn’t stop him from sending you texts in the middle of the night. When he felt the overwhelming need to have his arms wrapped around you.

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I still love you

(9:05 p.m.)

no, I don’t

(9:06 p.m.)

I’m confused why did this happen

(2:26 a.m.)

I want you to be happy, if this is what it takes then I’m okay with it. be happy. for me. please.

(10:45 a.m.)

I kind of hate you for changing your number

(8:57 p.m.)

I’m sorry

(1:43 a.m.)

maybe if I wasn’t so fucked up this wouldn’t have happened

(3:37 a.m.)

why can’t things be like they were before

(10:13 a.m.)

please come back to me. I need you. You need me

(1:58 a.m.)

I still want you

(4:06 a.m.)

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The day you left town was the day he swore to himself to try his best to get another chance to talk to you, just once more. To make things right, not caring anymore about his pride. He just wanted to let you know everything he didn’t say when you were by his side.

That he was sorry that it took him too long to acknowledge he was wrong. That he knew he was a little too late and wishes that he could say something more meaningful than a simple “I want you back”.

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“I wonder why” You smirked at him.

The more you kept making eye contact, the more you realized you didn’t feel any kind of resentment anymore. You both had grown, and while you didn’t actually need this kind of closure, you figured this was the healthiest moment to do so.

His eyes were avoiding you now, his smile was still there, but you could tell he lost a bit of his confidence. “Okay, so I’m gonna talk first, please just hear me out. I want to rip the band-aid,” He said with a forced laugh.

“I don’t know why I could never tell you that love scares me. That it scares me to be attached to someone”. His tone was soft now.

“I still play in my head the day you told me you were falling in love with me. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you not to tell me those things because you could have changed your mind any moment”.

“I never told you how I felt one of the many nights you spent with me. You were stroking my hair and I seriously felt like crying because I was fucking scared”.

“I was scared to lose you”.

“I’m sorry because I know I made you think I didn’t want you for something serious. I’m sorry for being immature”.

“I look at you now, and I’m happy to get to see you like this. You’re still everything I’ve ever wished for and more. You need to know that nothing compares to you”.

“And believe me, I don’t expect you to take my words as a way of asking you for another chance, I know I don’t deserve it… but I would really love it if you could let me show you I could love you better this time”.

You never imagined these words coming out of his mouth. Couldn’t believe how he was looking at you. Hopeful but understanding at your loss for words.

“Can I ask you one last thing?” His voice was barely audible, but you nodded at him.

“Well, maybe it’s not an actual question, but I’d like to know why you stopped talking to me”.

“Look Jooheon, I don’t know how everything I wanna say will come out, so please bear with me”.

You didn’t know where to start, either.

There were so many things to be said that you were getting nervous to start talking. Because once you opened your mouth, you didn’t know if you would be able to piece everything together.

“When everything ended I really wanted to hate you, everyone around me hated you,” you admitted to him, “except for me and I hated that”.

“I knew that all I could be able to do was cut you from my life, so I just decided to stop talking to you”.

It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth. “I admit it was a poor way of handling things, and I’m sorry for that”.

You’ve always been scared of having this type of conversation.

You let out a sigh because you never thought that the following words were gonna come out of your mouth, ever.

“I’ve only been in love once in my life, and that was when I was with you”.

“It used to frustrate me that I wasn’t able to make it work with anyone after you. I couldn’t help but compare everyone to you”.

“I swore to myself that I never wanted to go through the same thing we had, maybe because those memories are yours and I don't want anyone else messing that up, you made me feel so safe, I felt alive with you, nothing could stop me when I had you”. 

“You've been the only one I've ever wanted to see every day, no matter the hour or how busy I was, I truly wanted everything with you”.

You hadn’t noticed how he had been looking at you this entire time. He couldn’t believe that you used to feel that way about him. Still couldn’t wrap his head around hearing you say how you loved him.

You quickly wiped a tiny little tear that escaped your eye, hoping we wouldn’t notice. But he did.

You let out a nervous laugh and said, “I’m not sad, I swear, It’s just that I never thought I would say all this out loud, especially to you”.

“You don't know how many times I wanted to call you, run to you”.

“Last year before I left I wanted to see you, I kept trying to convince myself that It didn't have to mean anything, that I was just desperate for any physical touch, but from time to time, I wonder if what I really needed was just you”.

He didn’t say anything. So you just said his name out loud. “Jooheon…” Followed by a long pause.

“I feel so different now”.

“When I was far away from you, I realized that I need someone who isn’t absent when it comes to me, someone that isn’t a ghost in my life”.

While you were talking, you were watching his every move and how he couldn’t stop playing with his rings. You’re still not used to seeing him act like this.

“At this point, I want someone who will take care of me, that makes me feel safe. Someone who wants to be with me because they love me, and they love to have me next to them. I’m beyond only spending the night over, I want whole days”.

You finally got up from the floor and sat next to Jooheon. Facing him, making him do the same. He kept looking at you for a whole minute but it felt like hours.

You didn’t know what to do after his following words.

“What I realized with being away from you is that I was pushing away what I’ve always wanted. I wasn’t confident that I could meet you where you were. I felt it would be better not to waste your time back then, but that was then, and this is now…”

You kept looking at each other a little too long. Both realizing you didn't need words anymore. The love was still there.