#i hate asking for things (i don't drive) but i finally decided i care too much about this and asked my partner to go together

[rammbles]

my boyfriend is taking me to my very first pride event ever this month and i want to sob my fuckin eyes out 😭😭😭

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xvi. are you still the same?

(wc: 700-ish)

while you were dating suna rintarou, you kept a mental note about all the things you found interesting about him. you knew he liked his coffee sweet, not bitter. you knew he hated using the salonpas patches but put them on before training anyway. you knew he liked his jelly fruit sticks better when cold. you knew how much he talked in his sleep. you knew he could tie his sister's hair (not just in a ponytail). you knew he disliked stuffed toys and would kick them off your bed whenever you visited the beach house.

"i feel like i'm being stared at," he told you one night.

so it's your surprise that he texts you he's at a pop-up store, filled to the brim with beady-eyed stuffed toys, next in line at the counter. you patiently wait for him outside, watching as kids and teens and their parents flit in and out of the shop. you begin to wonder how much he's changed since college.

suna's with you after five minutes. "did you wait long?" he asks.

"not really," you reply. your eyes are suddenly drawn to the paper bag in his hand, the image of him handing it to his girlfriend back home briefly passes your mind. "what do you want?" you then ask, and suna becomes internally confused when he senses a slight sting in your tone.

he nods towards your feet, "let me see."

suddenly feeling self-conscious, you try to shift his attention to something else and step back. "what? no," you brush him off, playing it cool, "i'm fine. let's just go back." he raises a brow in disapproval yet says nothing more when you begin to walk ahead of him.

but it’s a little difficult for suna to ignore how stubborn you’re being, wincing slightly when he catches sight of the red patch behind your ankles. “doesn’t it hurt?” you hear him say from behind you.

“no.” your plain response drives him to roll his eyes at you, “why in the world would you wear shoes that don’t fit?” there's a little judgment in his tone, similar to when he found out you liked your americano with three extra shots of espresso on your fifth date; underneath it all, you knew that it was because he was just too shy to show that he cared.

you puff air out of your cheeks instead of giving him a verbal answer. two beats pass and suna decides he’s finally had enough.

you’re caught off-guard when suna pulls you back by the elbow, your shoulder brushing lightly against his arm. you open your mouth to say that you're fine and he's overreacting, but he doesn't let you.

instead, he shoves the paper bag in your hands before stepping around you. this effectively shuts you up, and you watch as suna goes off the sidewalk and makes for the convenience store behind you.

it doesn't take long before he returns bringing a small plastic bag with him this time.

suna stretches his arm out towards you, telling you to take it, simultaneously reaching back for the paper bag. you accept it with thanks, but your eyes still flicker towards his with hesitance.

he tilts his head to the side, the corner of his lip quirking up in amusement. "what? do you need me to put it on for you too?" he teases, prompting you to pull the plastic further away from him even if he makes no move to grab it.

you deny how your heart skips a beat and mask your feelings with a sarcastic smile. "you read me so well," you say, opening the box of bandaids. in response, suna puts his hands up in mock surrender, "be worried if i don't."

he watches you intently, snickering when you make an offhanded comment about his design choice. "snoopy? seriously?" you rip the white paper off the adhesive at once, "you couldn't have gotten the transparent ones?"

when you're finished, you pack the bandaids into your bag before continuing your walk with suna. your ankles still sting but the pain is manageable with the bandaids.

"didn't know you and reiko still talked," suna muses after a few moments of silence. he notices the little smile that paints your lips at the mention of his younger sister, "yeah, we do."

you then turn your head to him with your brows furrowed, but look away just as quickly, "she didn't tell you?"

"nope," he answers, popping the 'p'.

you catch his attention when a small laugh escapes you. "good girl," you hum. suna rolls his eyes at this—you know he knows that you're deliberately withholding information about your topics with his sister—but a smile similar to yours graces his lips nonetheless.

"'she's a brat' is what you mean."

"wonder where she gets that from."

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[harmonicakai]

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader

Summary: Your insecurities get the best of you and you abandon your relationship with Beomgyu in the worst way possible.

Tropes: friends with benefits, angst, college AU, band AU

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of sex (mdni), emotional unavailability, slut shaming, no happy ending :-(

A/N: This is SAD because I am currently sad and also I didn’t bother to edit it. Apologies in advance to the Beomgyu biased readers bc I know this is not what anybody asked for </3

“You disappeared Like a faint ghost I bury it in the air What am I to you?” —Ghosting, TXT

You’re a horrible person.

Really, you should’ve broken things off with Beomgyu before they even began. It’s never a good idea to be friends with benefits with somebody you actually like. 

You do your best to distract yourself from confessing your love to him by sleeping with other guys. What started bright and electric between the two of you has fizzled with each encounter, his touch now feeling dull and hollow on your skin.

So, when you wake up next to him after a movie night, your stomach drops when you see the marks he’s left on your neck. Everybody will know what you get up to, if they haven’t already been gossiping about it behind your back.

There’s a numbness to the way you slip out of his apartment without so much as a goodbye. If you had woken him up, he would’ve noticed the sad look on your face and canceled all of his plans to spend the day making you feel better.

You don’t deserve his friendship, let alone his love, although he's only confessed the latter when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear him. Or, sometimes Huening Kai will let it slip how much Beomgyu talks about you when they’re away.

The walk home is brutal. You’re even wearing the jacket he’s refused to let you give back to him, knowing that if you had left it behind, he’d surely know something was wrong.

When he notices you’re gone, he shoots you a text about Merriam-Webster’s word of the day. Beomgyu has never cared for linguistics, but he knows you’re a real nerd about this kind of stuff. You decide not to reply.

Things would be much easier if you could just disappear out of his life, but the two of you have become so intertwined that it’s impossible. All of your friends are his friends.

Before him, you were just some quiet girl who shrunk away in the back of the classroom. After getting paired up and reading the poetry you managed to dream up, Beomgyu knew he had to get to know you more.

For most guys, the way he acts with you would come off as desperate. But he’s so earnest in his admiration for you and your talent that there’s simply no way he could possibly be faking it.

The first time you had gotten together was an honest mistake. You had been dumped, again, and he was there for you. It seems like he always is every time another man decides you aren’t worth his time.

It’s not that you don't love him. You do, as much as you’re able to. But you know that if you actually took things to the next level and they didn’t work out, it would break you entirely.

Still, is ghosting him without any sort of reason or explanation any better?

With finals in full swing, you know you’ve got the perfect excuse to be distant for a while. It’s the summertime that you’re worried about. Beomgyu has made sure to include you in every plan of his that he thinks you’d like, sometimes even arranging entire days around you in between his band’s schedules.

Really, the easiest way out is to start dating someone else. It always makes Beomgyu shrink further away from you to know that you will consistently pick someone else over him, although he’s secretly satisfied when things inevitably go sour. He hates knowing that the only thing that drives you into his arms is being rejected by somebody else, but he wants you too much to care.

The two of you talk about everything except how you feel about him, and he knows that he isn’t entitled to any of your emotions. You’ve made it clear from the start that you’re never going to be able to reciprocate in the way that he’d like for you to.

You weren’t always like this. At the start of college, you came in with the idea that you’d fall in love and have your happily ever after. But years of being used for your body and consequently dumped without reason has ripped your heart off your sleeve.

The way Beomgyu worships the ground you walk on makes no sense. You hate yourself. Maybe he just wants something to fix, and once you finally open up to him, he’ll leave you just like everybody else.

The thought makes no sense knowing him, but it’s the driving force in never confessing how you actually feel. So, you offer up yourself physically in the hopes that it’s enough, but it always leaves you feeling empty inside afterward. No amount of kisses or compliments will probably ever change that.

Among his bandmates, you’re closest to Yeonjun. He’s the only one who knows that you love Beomgyu just as much, maybe even more, than he loves you. 

It was revealed through a drunken confession at a frat party the weekend Beomgyu went home for his mom’s birthday, where you immediately got embarrassed and proceeded to go home with the first guy who gave you any sort of attention.

Meaningless sex is really the only way you can get off these days, but the act always leaves you feeling worse than feeling nothing at all with Beomgyu. But if you’re never going to be good enough, pure enough, to truly deserve him, then what’s the harm in another hook up?

You know that every time he finds out you've been with somebody else, you’re breaking his heart. It’s just that there’s so much love from him to go around that it never actually makes a difference in how he treats you. He has the biggest heart you’ve ever seen and you don’t even have the decency to not trample all over it.

You wonder if everybody else also agrees that you’re not good enough for him. They’re so nice whenever you’re around, but you’ve seen men turn into monsters behind your back. For your sake, you try not to think about anybody else's opinion besides Beomgyu’s, but even those thoughts weigh heavy on your shoulders.

After a few days of not returning his texts, he finally musters up the courage to call you. Before you can pick up, your phone sends him to voicemail, and you know that’ll be enough of a sign for him to leave you alone.

It isn’t until you run into him dropping off your poetry final in the writing department’s office that he truly sees what’s become of you.

You haven’t slept properly in days, and you barely eat. Your eyes are constantly puffy from crying all the time, and today is no different. Seeing you like this devastates him.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you from running away. His demand for an explanation on where you’ve been and why is stuck inside his throat, and instead, only sobs come out of his mouth.

Beomgyu never cries, and watching as he tries to hide the tears running down his face reminds you that he must be hurting just as much as you are. You want so badly to hold him and apologize, but all you do is stare.

Eventually, he manages to collect himself as much as he can, taking in the irreparable damage you’ve caused one last time.

“Here,” he says, digging in his backpack and handing you a stapled stack of papers. It’s his final project. “I’ll go print another. I want you to read these. Please, promise me you’ll read them.”

You accept the papers, your eyes skimming over the lines of poetry on the first page. It's about you. You flip through the rest of the stack. They're all about you.

It takes everything in you not to start crying too, although you’re so exhausted that you don’t think anything would even come out at this point.

“I promise,” you assure him, although neither of you know if you’re telling the truth.

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She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 8

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After spending time together, you have come to the realization that you begin to fall for Bridget all over again. But, you continue keeping your guard up, in fear of getting hurt again. But the both of you finally have a heart-to-heart...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Argument among Friends, 2nd Chance Slow-Burn, Trauma-Reveal, NSFW Implications

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme(s): Small Apartment - The Foxies

A/n: The chapter we've all been waiting for :)

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*Bridget's POV* You lock your car and head to the exit of the parking garage. Y/n told you to meet her at her apartment complex: that way the both of you can carpool to the gig together.

"I probably won't have you just lounging around. F/n's girlfriend most likely needs extra hands with merch," She says, "I can have her run the card machine and handle money, mostly help her getting fans the right merch and sizes."

"Sounds like a fair deal," You say, "I have practice soon, I'll text you."

You ring the bell to the room number that Y/n said that she was in. You hear another buzz and a sound from the door. You open the door and wait for it to close behind you and you walk up to the elevator.

You approach her door and gently knock.

"Coming!" Her voice replies, muffled through the door

She opens the door, "Hey you. Drive here okay?"

You nod.

"Perfect," She says, "Come on."

You follow her back down to the main floor and into the garage, heading to her car to get to the music venue.

+*+

After Y/n gets you checked in and an 'all access' wrist band, you stop right before you reach the main hall.

"You okay?" She turns to you

"Don't your friends... Hate me?" You ask

"They aren't fond of you, but they don't hate you," She clarifies

She laces her fingers between yours and gently pulls you in. F/n's girlfriend was setting up merch, and Y/n's friends were on the stage. But, all motion stops when they see Y/n, you lurking behind. F/n in particular narrows their eyes.

"Missed you pinky!" F/n's girlfriend smiles

"She ain't a pinky anymore!" The bassist states, "Where did all of that go?"

"Once I got to college," You answer

"Shoulda left it pink," F/n says, "That way it tells me you've haven't changed since high school."

"F/n, be nice," Her girlfriend yells from the merch booth, "She's here to support you guys!"

"She had many chances," She says, "Over the course of four years..."

*Y/n's POV* "Will you not do this tonight?" You ask, "I get you're still upset. But, you and I promised to not bring up high school shit..."

"Fine," She growls

*Bridget's POV* "Hey, will you take care of Bridget tonight?" Y/n turns to F/n's girlfriend, "Give her the run down. I want her mostly running merch to the fans and you cashing them out."

"You got it boss," She gives her a thumbs up

+*+

You and Y/n's F/n girlfriend watch from backstage as the band performs. You were sure that Y/n intentionally looks over whilst she's playing to get glimpses of you. You remember seeing Y/n's band for the first time.

Wait... Is that?....

You watch as the drummer plays with her soul. The way the limbs on her body have a mind of their own... Playing four different things... Having to keep the entire band together....

Something about that drummer attracts your eye to her and her in particular... She looked extremely familiar too...

It can't be....

But it might be. You decided to stick around after the show.

"Bridget, you coming?" Your cheerleader friend asks

"I'm sticking behind a bit," You say

"Why?" She asks, "Want to meet the low-known bands?"

"There's someone who looks familiar," You explain

"Suit yourself," She leads the rest of your friend group out of the door

You and F/n's girlfriend run back to the merch table as Y/n's band begins their final song in their set: already seeing a line of people waiting at the table. As you bring up merch from their boxes, you see Y/n's F/n coming up to the merch table... Almost immediately you stop working and watch as she comes up to the table.

"Come on pinky, don't be lazy now," She tells you

"F/n," Her girlfriend growls, "She's been working hard this entire time. She only stopped when you came up here."

"Oh, so it's my fault that pinky freezes up?" She asks

"Can you not be so upset about what happened 4 years ago?!" Her girlfriend asks

"Can't help it if she's one of the reasons Y/n doesn't believe in love anymore," She states

"Oaky if you're going to act like this, don't be here," She tells her girlfriend, "Go help your friends bring equipment outside and cool off."

She looks at you one last time and walks off, trying to play it cool in front of the fans. You see Y/n coming up as they were leaving tp go backstage.

"You okay?" She yells

You nod, but hurt at what her friend said to you. Even though she was right.

Y/n remained by your side after she loaded her equipment, but you helped break down the merch table.

+*+

The both of you get food on the way back to Y/n's apartment. However, you notice how she drove to the roof of the parking garage. As you follow her out of the car, she sits on top of the trunk cover.

"Come sit," She says, gesturing the open spot next to her

As you do, you see all of the city lights on.

"How was the show for you?" You ask, trying to make more conversation

"Honestly.... The playing itself? Immaculate," She answers, "The vibes between us? Absolute shit..."

"I'm sorry about your friend," You say, "Maybe it wasn't a good idea that I came..."

"She's not over the fact I got hurt, despite that it hadn't affected me much in the last few years," Y/n says, "I've known her for a long time... So... I guess it's an appropriate friend's reaction to seeing you. But, I was not pleased with the fact that they were making lowly remarks at you, and I didn't like the fact that they were bringing up high school shit when we both agreed not to anymore..."

"She's right you know," You begin talking down at yourself

"She may be, but doesn't make it okay to simply bring it up to insult you," She says, "Ever since I drove you home that one night, she's... Been different..."

"Different how?" You ask

"Simply... Just been more argumentative with me," She says, "We never were on show days but tonight was just.... Not the vibe..."

"You guys don't have any more shows do you?" You ask

"There may be a few more shows, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I just hope that her girlfriend will smack the shit out of her and make her see sense," She says, "F/n has been with a handful of people before finding her. Even after finding her, F/n hadn't fucked around since."

"She said that... I'm the reason that you no longer believe in love," You say, "Is... Is that true?"

"In a way, it is true," She says, "But, to put it lightly, I just didn't bother dating. I was always wanting to be invested in other things."

To get your mind off of me...

"I can't believe that I hadn't come to the city enough," You say, changing the subject, "The view here is to die for."

"Hah yeah, but finding a place for groceries isn't easy in the city," Y/n says, "When I first moved over here, I was living off convenient store noodles for months. Still kinda do when I don't want to make anything intricate but I've managed to find a few grocery places around."

You shudder at the sudden gust of wind. You watch as Y/n drapes her jacket over your shoulders.

"Thanks," You say, "What about you?"

"I've sat up here enough where I don't even feel the cold I just feel free," She says

+*+

After the post-concert dinner moment, the both of you go back down to Y/n's parking spot and back to her apartment. However, only notice a single bed.

"Are we... Going to share a bed?" You ask

*Y/n's POV* "Why would I want to share a bed?" You ask back

"Because the bed can fit two people and it's more comfortable," Bridget says

"You'd be surprised on how comfy a couch is," You say, pulling the couch, turning it into a bed, "It's also a bed."

"Okay, but I don't see how sharing a bed is a bad idea," She says, "I wouldn't do anything to you, not unless you give consent."

"It's not that," You say, "I'm offering a guest staying at my place, my bed. It's not that hard to comprehend."

"Okay, I can see you're still upset about something," She says, "Come on, spill it."

"You make it sound like it's so damn easy," You sigh in frustration

"It's just the two of us here," She attempts to reassure you, "So you can tell me."

"Well, I just might hurt your feelings this time," You say

*Bridget's POV* "Go on then," You clear your throat, taking a few steps back, "Hit me then. What can you say that will hurt me?"

She begins to pace back and forth.... Whispering nonsense.

"Does this have to do with you wasting each intimate moment we have between us?" You ask

"What?" She asks

"You didn't think I'd notice?" You ask, "Each time I feel like I'm one step closer in winning you back, you back away. Making me think you want me one moment and then the next you want nothing to do with me. So which is it Y/n?"

"I'm wasn't 'wasting' any intimate moments," She says, "They weren't anything."

"Yes they were," You say, "I could see it on your face."

"I don't recall any moments that were 'intimate'," She says, clearly lying

"So.... Us earlier wasn't... Anything?" You ask, "You draping your jacket over me wasn't 'anything'? Each time our faces got closer, your eyes looked at my lips? "

"Well, you were cold, like your dumbass didn't bring a thicker jacket," She argues

"The time where you kissed my forehead after sort of catching up for the first time in 4 years?" You ask

"You were beginning to go on and you looked stressed," She makes an excuse

"Jesus you need to stop making excuses and just-"

"I'm not," You say

"Yes you are," She argues, "Just rip it off like a bandaid, I don't care that it would probably hurt me! I've been hurt-"

"Goddamnit Bridget I'm falling for you all over again!" She raises her voice, "Or... At least my feelings for you never went away and I still like you... A shit load."

Her confession silences you... Your heart flutters as the oxygen in your lungs exit your body.

"But... That terrifies me," She continues

"Why?" You ask, genuinely curious, "I'm not with him anymore.... Nor do I want anything to do with him."

"I know," She says, trying to hold back her tears, "But.... I'm scared... I'm scared that if I fall this time... It'll end like last time... You'd... You'd be gone..."

Silence rings over the both of you again.... You wanted to tell her that you also never stopped loving her, thinking about her, even when you were with Hook... She was on your mind the entire time... But, you could see how hurt she still was... When you look up at her again, she begins to shrivel away.

"Okay," You speak

She eases a little bit...

"Okay," You repeat, trying to find the right words

You take a few steps towards her, beginning to outstretch your hand, but stop.

"It's late," You fake a yawn, raising your outstretched arm, "Get some rest, and we'll talk in the morning... If you want to..."

She nods... You walk into the bathroom, cleaning off the grime from the day. But by the time you come back out, her back was turned to you; giving you the impression she was already asleep.

+*+

As you turn onto your back, you stare at the ceiling... Unable to fall asleep with her words flooding your brain.

"Goddamnit Bridget I'm falling for you all over again!" She raises her voice

"I'm scared... I'm scared that if I fall this time... It'll end like last time... You'd... You'd be gone..." She says

You climb out of her bed and slowly make your way over to her.

This conversation couldn't wait... For yourself.

You gently reach out to her and brush seam of her hair away from her face.

"Bridget?" Y/n's voice groans

Y/n being half awake?

Hot.

"It's me," You whisper

She sits up, "Are you real?"

You heard the little whimper in her voice. Her chest hiccups as your hand presses itself onto her chest.

"I'm real, Y/n," You say, smiling

You weren't sure if she was still half asleep but she pulls you into her lap.

"Please don't go away again," She nearly cries, "Please don't leave me..."

"Hey, shhhh, shhhhh," You coo, holding her face in your hands, "I'm here.... I won't go anywhere.... I... I don't want to go anywhere without you."

You lean forward. As you pull away to look down at her, tears stream down her eyes. You lean forward again and she meets you halfway. You feel the desperation in her touch as she holds you firmly, and the way her kisses became desperate. You've missed her touch... The way she was gentle with you when the two of you cuddled, the way she took care of you when you needed it.

You've missed each other...

You were going to show her how much you've missed her.

Chapter 9

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason under the cut!

People say Kavetham is a good ship because they're roommates who bicker all the time and are basically a married couple already, but it goes so much deeper than that.

What if we met in grad school, where we were instantly drawn to one another because of our diametrically-opposed, perfectly-mirrored ideologies? What if we spent our days embroiled in intellectual debates with one another, fascinated by the way each other's minds worked, all while bonding over our similarly fucked-up family situations and the pervasive sense of loneliness we shared? What if you were a relentless altruist, and what if I was the kind of person who valued self-preservation above all; you, an artist and architect, and I, a linguist and historian; and what if we were so sure that our differences were the strength of our relationship that we decided to pursue a joint research project?

What if that all fell apart, because one day I could no longer bear to see you drive yourself into the ground for the sake of other people, and I said things to you that I could never take back, and it made you walk away from our friendship forever? What if, from that day on, we were no longer on speaking terms, and as we grew older and graduated and became successful researchers with jobs in completely different fields, our only form of communication was firing passive-aggressive shots at each other's worldviews through academic journals and tavern message boards?

And then what if, many years later, your self-sacrificial nature finally got the better of you, and you gave up everything to create your magnum opus? And, while everyone around you celebrated your victory, you were secretly at rock bottom, homeless and drinking yourself to death? What if that was when I found my way to you again? What if, in a moment of weakness, you confided in me about everything you had been through since we had parted ways, and I offered my home to you, then? As a temporary place to stay, maybe, while you got yourself back on your feet.

And just like that, what if we started living together, trying to work our way past the festering, unresolved bitterness between us, picking through the suffocating feelings of regret and yearning and the "I-hate-to-admit-it-but-I-still-care-about-you"s and the constant reminders that we once considered each other family in the absence of our biological families? What if we spent every single day since then trying to gather the shards of our old relationship and reassemble it into something on at least vaguely civil terms? What if that's not an easy task; what if, despite caring for each other so deeply, we have forgotten how to hold a conversation that doesn't devolve into an argument?

But what if, over the course of our story, we were each put into situations that make us realize that we are too precious to one another to keep wasting our relationship away on miscommunications? For example, what if you learned that all your mother wanted for you was to have a companion who would support you unconditionally (even when they didn't fully understand you), just as your parents supported each other -- and you realized that I am the one who fills such a role for you? What if, as we continued to face conflicts with stakes both big and small, we slowly got over our communication issues, and grew content with calling our shared house a "home"?

So, what I mean to ask is: what if we were roommates who bickered all the time and were basically a married couple already?

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[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 9

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1.8 K

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), cyber-bullying/mean comments, SMUTSMUTSMUT (P in V, Fem receiving oral/fingering, hickeys, heavy making out, pet names, protection used!!!), you can not convince me that Chris isn’t a whimperer, self doubt, Not Edited

A/N: I’m sososososo sorry it took so long, I wanted it to be as good as possible. If anything doesn’t make sense, just chalk it up to my virginal status lol.

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

After patching things up with Matt, me and Chris decided to hard launch our relationship. It’s been two months since we went public, and the fans just seem to get more upset about it every day. Yesterday was our ten month anniversary, and the comments on our posts were horrific.

@ sturniolo.police

Do y’all think he just stays so she doesn’t kill herself?

@ Chris-Sturn-girlie

@ Sturniolo.police Probably, she treats her body like a kitchen counter… I would be scared too. I bet that’s the only reason why he even asked her out lol.

It was like watching a car accident, I couldn’t stop scrolling. I knew that it was stupid for me to think that dress was a good idea, but Chris picked it out specifically. The dress was a tight long sleeved crème dress. The issue was that it was fairly short, showing a large portion of my upper thighs. It was the first time since eighth grade that I felt comfortable wearing anything shorter than knee length, and less than 24 hours later I was severely regretting my decision.

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Now I stand in front of our mirror wondering if I should even go out with them tonight. The boys have a really important colab dinner, and I would hate for it to be ruined by people who don’t know how to be kind on the internet.

I look at myself and see someone I hate. The black short sleeve dress accentuates the jagged scars running across my wrists. I always tried to avoid spots that were hard to hide, but in that moment of desperation I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I’m so caught up in my thoughts, that I don’t even hear the door open.

“Is everything okay?” I look up to see Chris behind me, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

“I um… I don’t think I’m feeling up to going tonight… sorry.” He rests his head on my shoulder gently as he gives me a questioning glance. “I don’t want to ruin dinner, and everyone is already saying stuff about the scars on my legs… and if people find out I tried t-” I cut myself off before I could say the truth.

Chris turns me around quickly, looking deep into my eyes. “I don't give a shit what anyone else has to say, you are perfect for me… just as you are.” I try to protest, but he stops me before I can even get one word out. “But… if you don’t feel like going out tonight, that’s okay. I can tell my brothers to just go without us.”

I can feel my eyes burning, not from sadness or guilt, but from the realization that the man in front of me doesn’t care about anything but me. “You don’t have to miss it because of me, don’t feel like you have to stay home.”

In less than three seconds he’s putting his phone into his pocket. “Don’t be silly, I already texted the guys.” I hear the guys yell a quick goodbye and feel better from downstairs before the door closes and the car drives off. “Now… do you need any help getting out of that dress?” He gives me a quick kiss before turning me around so he can reach my zipper.

As soon as the zipper stops, my dress falls to a puddle on the floor. When I turn around I notice Chris’s eyes fall to the matching green butterfly set I have on.

When Chris finally meets my eyes again, his cheeks are a shade of red that I’ve never seen on him. “Like what you see, pretty boy?” Chris is a sputtering mess, trying to respond. I cut him off by quickly connecting my lips with his. His hands quickly find their way into my hair as he lifts me up by the backs of my legs, carrying me to our shared bed.

This wasn’t the first time me and Chris had ever made out, but something was different about this time. There was a hunger in each of us, that kissing couldn’t satiate.

Chris tossed me gently onto the bed before positioning himself above me and continuing our make out session. His lips slowly traveled down my neck, stopping for short moments, then continuing their assault until they landed on my collar bone. A moan left my mouth, much louder than I meant to, as my back arched off the bed.

“You like that baby?” Chris groaned into my ear.

“mhm…” My brain went blank as he made his way down to the valley of my breasts. “Please…”

“please what, ma?” He looks up to me with a mischievous grin.

“Touch me… please.” I practically whine out, upset that he stopped kissing me. Chris quickly taps my side, signaling me to lift up as he unclasps my bra in one swift movement. My bra is replaced with Chris’s hands before I even register that he removed it. He continues to leave wine colored marks across my breasts, while his hands squeeze in the most beautiful ways.

After what feels like an eternity, i feel Chris's hot breath moving down towards my waistline. He glances up at me quickly before turning his head toward my inner thigh. I feel him lift my leg up, over his shoulder, before he resumes his mission. "Did you know that your legs are my favorite part of your body?"

“no they aren’t.” I accuse with a small giggle. I never realized how ticklish my legs are. He quickly sucks on a spot, that will surely be a dark shade of red tomorrow morning, causing my brain to malfunction.

When he stops, I look down to see him looking at me with his big, blue, puppy dog eyes. He toys with my waistline, before finally opening his mouth. “Is this okay?”

I've never responded quicker, nodding my head aggressively while mumbling out a quick please and thank you. It takes him no time to get my panties off, and onto the floor. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“yes… just please touch me!” I’m practically begging when he decides to indulge me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, seeing as I’ve never even ‘helped myself’. Whatever I expected, this was much better. The second he latched his lips onto my clit, I was seeing stars. My whole body felt warm and tingly, and I think I’m close. I quickly intertwine my fingers into Chris’s hair, pulling with the rhythm of his tongue. All of the sudden I feel a long thin finger entering, and I can’t stop the sudden sensation that was building inside me. I couldn’t even get out a full sentence without a loud, almost pornographic moan interrupting me. The second I feel a second finger, I loose all control over my body. My back arches off the bed, as my legs slam shut around Chris’s head. Once I manage to calm myself down, Chris slowly removes his fingers from inside of me.

“Having fun?” I see him wiping his hand against his pant leg, his lips still glistening with me. I don’t think I have the strength to speak, so I simply nod. “Was it… was that okay?” I can see the yearning for approval in his eyes. “… Like, was it good for you?”

I don’t really know how to respond to that question, my brain is stiff fuzzy from my orgasm. “It was amazing baby…” I don’t want this moment to end. “I want to… can we do more… If that’s okay?”

I swear Chris has the condom out in less than three seconds. “Are you sure?” He’s looking at me like he truly doesn’t care what’s in it for him. “We can stop… or do other things, you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

I do my best to find his eyes in my dazed state. “I’m sure… if it’s anything like what you just did, I’m not sure I ever want you to stop.” He nods quickly before getting up and stripping.

The second his waistband hits mid thigh, his member is hitting his stomach. It looks painful, so red and hard. I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I trust him. He slides the condom on, quickly climbing back on top of me.

“Are you sure the at you want this?” This again. “We can stop whenever you want to… and you really don’t have to do any-”

I cut him off quickly by grabbing ahold of him and making sure that he knows that my motives are purely selfish at this point in time. He finally gets the hint and lines himself up.

“fu-ck…” Chris practically whimpers as he pushes into me. I unintentionally clench around him, who knew that a man whimpering was so sexy?

“Babe… you gotta stop squeezing me like that, I won’t last.” I mutter a quick apology, before giving him the go ahead to start moving.

It’s an interesting feeling. It’s not necessarily painful or uncomfortable, just different. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to melt into pleasure though.

The house is filled with sounds of whimpering and moaning, as we reach our highs. Chris reaches down and starts rubbing heavenly circles against my already overstimulated clit, causing my orgasm to crash into me without warning. I swear my vision goes out for a minute while Chris chases his own high.

Chris slowly pulls out, making me cry out in pleasure. “I’m sorry, but I have to get you cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”

The second he leaves it hits me all at once. What if it wasn’t good for him? What if he realizes that he only wanted me for sex, and decides the rest isn’t worth it? What if he-

“Are you okay?” He pulls me from my doom spiral, as he starts cleaning me up. He crawls into the bed next to me, looking deep into my eyes.

“Sorry… my brain is just trying to convince me that you’re going to leave.” I see his eyes soften, as he realizes what I’m saying. “It’s not necessarily like I believe it, I just worry sometime that all of my flaws outweigh the things keeping you here… like what if you leave, or you only stay because you feel like I’ll kill myself if you don’t?” Chris stares at me, looking like he doesn’t fully grasp the concept. “Does that make sense? I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes.”

“Do you really think that I would do that?” The way he asks it makes my heart break.

It’s not like I really think that he would do something like that, but my brain just refuses to let me be happy. “No baby… I just find it so hard to trust anyone who says they care.”

Chris just pulls me into his arms, promising me that he loves me more than words could describe. After a few minutes in his arms we decide to put some clothes on and order some food. After dinner, I drift slowly into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann @jnkvivi @stasiesturn

@h3arts4harry @slutforsturniolos

[pablitogavii]

hiii <333 hope you’re doing great today !! Can you do a jealous gavi story. i looooveee the way you write those. where the reader has this male friend who’s doesn’t like gavi:)))

Jealous boy

You were working on your final project for a world history class with one of your best friends from uni. Jake was in the same class as you and ever since you were paired up in the beginning you remained really good friends.

Everything would have been fine if your boyfriend Pablo wasn't giving him the hard time whenever he would see him. Pablo was usually a very humble boy, being polite and good with everyone but around Jake he turns into a real asshole sometimes.

"Amor! I'm back preciosa! Do you want to go out and.." Pablo rushed in pausing when he saw you and Jake on the floor working on the poster diligently.

"You again!?" Pablo said and you rolled your eyes knowing it will be uncomfortable once again. Couldn't he just be nice to your friend for once!?

"Yeah, me again!" Jake answered just as angrily and you got up pulling Pablo to the bedroom with an excuse of having to 'talk to him about something'.

"Alright, amor..the first few nights I though whatever he's nice and you study together..when it turned into weeks he was starting to piss me of..but now I wonder whose girl are you even!?" Pablo was angry clenching his jawline and you couldn't believe he was freaking out over such stupid thing. Didn't he know you were head over heels in love with him!?

"I'm your girl..please stop making a scene Pablo! Jake is just my friend and we are partners for this project..working with him determined my grade!" you say raising your hands up in surrender and he groans rolling his eyes in process.

"Working with him determines your relationship too!" Pablo said and you shook your head in disbelief that he was really this angry over a guy you could care less about.

"Don't tell me you're jealous of Jake!? He is not even my type..besides I am all yours Pablito and you know that!" you say about to reach out to him but he pulls away still agitated which was starting to turn you on..jealous Pablo was a whole level of hot.

"You're spending sixteen hours together! First at school and then your little study dates in out apartment! And with me you barely spend a few hours in the morning and at night in bed!" Pablo was clearly not letting this go and it was driving you insane now too.

"Dates!? We are finishing a final project together Pablo! And after that we won't even have that class together! I am not the only busy one too. Your trainings last all day" you say and he was done with this conversation grabbing his jacket despite you protesting and asking him to stay.

"Call me when he leaves!" he said slamming the door and you sigh wishing he would just act reasonable and not like a jealous boy right now. You went back to finish the project and give Pablo some space to cool down.

Jake left when you were done and you tried calling Pablo but he wouldn't pick up. You were starting to get very worried when it was time for bed and he was still not home.

"Amor, please come home ❤️" you texted him while laying in bed feeling awful about the whole fight and really missing him holding you like always..it felt so empty without him.

After another twenty minutes, the front door opened and you jumped up sitting in bed and waiting for Pablo to come into the bedroom. When he did, you smile but he didn't return it making you know he is still mad..at least he was home.

He changed and laid besides you going on his phone which you hated but decided not to disturb him just staring at his handsome face longingly..you wanted cuddles..and kisses..all from him.

You couldn't handle the silence any more getting up and grabbing your blanket which caught his attention.

"Where are you going amor?" he said and you were glad he was still using the same nickname at lease. You turned around with sad eyes.

"I can't sleep like this..having you angry at me..and so close. I will go to the guest room" you say about to get up but he reached his hand and grabbed yours making you sit down.

"Bueno. Let's talk about it ?" he said and you smiled weakly nodding and turning around to face him.

"You were right..I was jealous of Jake but not because I don't trust you..just because I am selfish like that, I don't like sharing someone I love with anyone" Pablo said and you listened carefully understanding him completely. You would acted the same if he had another girl in his life..hell sometimes it happens when he gives Aurora so much attention. Guess, you were both very jealous people.

"You're not sharing me Pablito..if you stayed I would have sat on your lap while finishing that project..you would be always the focus of my attention because tu eres mi amor" you say moving closer carefully and he smiled finally opening his arms and asking you to come closer.

"Cercate preciosa" he said and that was it as you were already in his arms cuddling into his warm chest enjoying the familiar feeling of him besides you.

"Don't ever think about leaving this bed again nena! I'm not joking!" he said and you smiled looking up at his darkened eyes and smirking facial expressions.

"Hm..maybe you need to pin me to it then Pablito?" you smirk too and he nods kissing your lips while getting on top of you..well you know where this goes ;))

[transvampireboyfriend]

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

When they get to the lake an hour later, Eddie is the first to come spilling out of Steve's car.

He walks several paces away from it, tuning out the post-drive chatter of his friends, his arms stretching above his head as he walks closer to the lake, stopping a few feet away from its shore.

Eddie inhales deeply, enjoying the fresh air and admiring the sunrays twinkling on the water. He can feel them on his bare arms too.

So.

Maybe the world won't end because he said a bit too much about how good he thinks Steve Harrington is.

Steve came out to them last year, on a sunny afternoon when they'd all been lazing around, reading magazines on Steve's living room after spending all day in his pool. Nancy and Eddie were arguing about how hot some actor was.

Eddie can't remember who it was now, but what he does remember is Steve casually saying "I can settle this argument, lemme see", and crawling on all fours to where Eddie and Nancy were laying practically on top of each other.

They must have worn the same perplexed expression when Steve declared "He's hot", because he then took a look at both of them and shrugged, said "I like both. I like whoever" and that had been that.

So Eddie knows Steve would not make a big deal over him basically saying he finds Steve attractive, but he's still worried, because their sexualities don't automatically mean Steve will like him like that and Eddie would never assume that, but now Steve might think he did.

He looked uncomfortable in the car and it's the only explanation Eddie can come up with.

And Steve's never been particularly receptive of Eddie's gestures, Eddie tried flirting a few weeks after Steve came out and Steve froze, whenever Eddie pays him a compliment Steve gets a little weird like he did in the car, Eddie's tried asking him to do stuff together like go on a hike, or Eddie teaching Steve to play guitar or he's even asked him to dance but Steve almost always backs down when the activity involves touching Eddie.

And it's fine. Eddie can understand, he's not everyone's type, it's cool. He just wishes he could shake the attraction off, but so far he's had no luck. If anything he only feels more attracted to Steve with every day they spend together.

And Eddie doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

So Eddie needs to be careful not to let it show too much, because then Steve would feel forced to verbally reject him and Eddie just knows that Steve would hate that, not to mention he would be devastated himself.

Steve can't know.

After all Eddie said in the car, he'd been thinking maybe it had been a terrible idea to come along on a week long trip to a remote cabin with Steve. He'd already shown too much of his hand by gushing about him to everyone who would listen, Eddie spent the whole trip kicking himself over it.

But, as a dragonfly circles him, Eddie thinks of his friends, and he decides he can be an adult about this. He'll clear things up and apologize if Steve's still uncomfortable and they'll have a normal week.

This is meant to be fun and he always does have fun with his friends, Steve included. He always has fun with Steve especially, and he won't let his dumb feelings ruin that.

Eddie listens to quick steps coming up behind him and then a small but firm hand slaps his back.

"Are you alright?" asks Nancy, coming to stand next to him.

Eddie scoffs, doesn't turn to look at her.

" 'Course I am," he supplies "why wouldn't I be?"

Nancy gives him a withering look.

She was the first to find out about his crush, already knowing Eddie so well within a couple of weeks of their friendship.

Eddie fondly rolls his eyes, finally looking at her.

"I'm fine." he assures her "It's fine."

He offers her a smile and turns back to the lake.

Nancy gives him a once over before she wraps her arm around his waist.

Eddie sighs into the touch, her warmth comforting even in the mid day heat.

"Don't lose my fucking scrunchie" she threatens.

Eddie chuckles "I promise I won't" he lies, probably.

"Stop making promises you can't keep." Nancy shoots, untangling from Eddie's side "We should get you your own."

"Maybe I could make some!" Eddie suggests, "To replace the ones I've lost,"

"How did we switch from you buying them to this?" Nancy asks, her mouth tilting into an amused smirk.

"Oh come on, this way is more fun!" Eddie protests, almost stomping his foot in his excitement.

"You don't know how to sew" Nancy reminds him.

"Do too!" he protests, thinking of his many customized jackets and jeans. Though, he'd never made something so delicate as Nancy's pretty hair accessories.

"And Buckley said she'd teach me!" Eddie concedes.

That startles a laugh out of Nancy, "Yeah, I'd like to see how that goes" she says.

"Oh, I bet you would" Eddie shoots back winking at her. He gets shoved for it.

"Shut up." Nancy demands, giggling.

As their laughter dies down and Eddie straightens up, Nancy turns to the lake.

"It's so pretty here" she comments, looking out at the forest tree line beyond the water.

"Sure is" Eddie agrees, watching birds fly by.

After a while Nancy slips her hand in his and interlaces their fingers.

"C'mon," she says "we're the designated lunch ladies"

"Oh?" Eddie asks, following as she tugs him along.

"Yup! Steve and Jonathan are unpacking and Rob and Argyle called dish duty"

"Thank god for that," Eddie quips

Nancy laughs "That's exactly what I thought"

part 3

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 24

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

“He asked me to move in with him.” I couldn't keep the word vomit from leaving my mouth as I settled into a little booth across from Tori with a coffee between my hands.

Her eyebrows seemed to raise about three inches and she didn't say anything at first.

“It's crazy, I know.” I shook my head.

“How long have you been with him?”

“A month.” I made a face.

“Does he, like, ejaculate gold coins or something?” Tori asked, laughing as she spoke.

I laughed with her and shook my head, looking down. “I don't know. I've never been like this. He's just got this way about him.”

“What's his house like?”

A small smile crept onto my face and she cut in before I could answer.

“He's rich, isn't he?”

“He lives in this, like, mini castle.”

“A castle?”

“Well, that's what it looks like. It's really cool.”

“Okay, so my suspicions are correct.”

I swallowed hard, eager to hear her theories. “What suspicions?”

“He ejacs gold coins.”

I laughed again, actually pleased she hadn't said something serious. I wasn't in the mood for sinister scenarios that would only heighten my internal anxiety over the situation.

“I don't even care about the house or whatever. I just.. I'm falling way too fast for this guy.” My eyes met here across the table. “Do you think I'm crazy?”

Tori gave a half smile and a shrug. “A little.” She smiled fully and sipped her coffee. “It is a little fast.”

“It's very fast.”

“Okay, it's very fast,” she agreed. “But, it's your call. What's your gut telling you? I'd ask what your heart’s telling you but I'm pretty sure I already know that. And the heart can be misleading.” Tori motioned to me with her drink as she emphasized the last part.

“Yeah.” I sighed and reached into a small paper bag for the muffin I’d ordered with my coffee.

“Well, how about this?” Tori went on when I broke off a piece of the muffin top. “If things work out with Mr. “Joel Gold Coins”,” she used her fingers to do the air quotes and I snickered, “Then I better be the maid of honor. And if it ends up not being what you thought, then there's always a room for you at 355 Ellie Drive.”

I looked toward my friend and let out another exhale through my nose. She was so understanding and not judgmental. I had disappeared off the face of the earth for a month since meeting Dr. Miller and she never questioned a thing.

“I'm sorry if I've been a bad friend,” I started but she reached for my hand and wagged a finger.

“You haven't been a bad friend,” she disagreed. “We’re at pivotal points in our lives. And I guess the lucky part is that we've kind of both found the same thing in the same time frame.” Tori shrugged, “It happens. We’re.. growing up.”

I smiled, “Adulting?”

“Ugh, you know I hate that word.”

I laughed and then sighed again with a more serious expression. “Thank you, Tori.”

“You're welcome.”

“I mean it. Thank you.” I sipped my coffee again. “Now, I'm done making this all about me. Tell me about Derek.”

My friend bit her bottom lip and spilled all the recent tea about her beau. I knew Derek. I liked him. The fact that he would be there with her full time took away some of the guilt I was experiencing. Tori appeared excited and happy and light as air. Getting a chance to sit and talk was rejuvenating. As much as I enjoyed the intensity of my time with Dr. Miller, I appreciated the lighthearted feeling I had being in Tori’s company.

“Once a week,” my friend pointed at me as we finally left the little coffee shop, “And that's nonnegotiable.”

“Once a week. And I'll be back soon to get my clothes and stuff.” I nodded and we exchanged a hug. “I'm going to head into LL Bean,” I said motioning to the store a few doors down on the little street.

“I have to go to work or I'd gladly spend a good hundred bucks in there with you.”

“Okay, be safe. I miss you.”

Tori blew a kiss. “See you soon.”

I waved goodbye and headed into the store, mostly in search of a good pair of winter boots.

If I happen to walk out with a sweater or two, so be it, I thought internally with a smile. Or maybe a hat for our ski wedding weekend.

An older man greeted me with a friendly, “Hello,” from behind a cash register off to the left. I smiled and waved before making the trek up a flight of stairs to the second floor where I knew the women's shoe section was.

A rack of on-sale sweaters and shirts conveniently greeted me near the top of the stairs and I gave it a lengthy browse. A knee length blue and white sweater dress caught my eye and I draped it over my arm before moving on toward the shoes.

“(Y/N)?” A female voiced my name quietly and I turned my attention away from the wall of boots in front of me.

When I glanced over my left shoulder I froze. Christine, Dr. Miller’s ex-wife, had just exited the dressing room. She was dressed more casually than our first meeting, sporting jeans and a sweater with a winter hat.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

“How are you doing?” She asked, as if we were friends or acquaintances that hadn't seen one another for awhile.

“I'm fine.” I forced a smile. “How are you?”

“Good.” Christine smiled back and bluntly asked, “Are you still seeing Joel?”

I gave a little nod, hoping that would be the end of that. Of course it wasn't.

“Look, woman to woman,” she said, beginning to pace in my direction. “I don't want to see you get hurt the way I did. Just.. be careful. Joel has this charisma that can really be..” She took a few seconds as she searched for the correct word, “Blinding.”

“I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean by that.” I didn't want to have this conversation. People broke up all the time and could easily list off the reasons why their former partner was terrible. It didn't mean those two people couldn't move on and find someone more compatible for them. Everyone has flaws.

“I fell for him,” Christine nodded and stared at me, “Fast. Hard.” She shook her head and maintained eye contact, “He has secrets, (Y/N).”

“Don't we all?” I tried to sound casual and glanced down at the sweater on my arm.

“Not these kind of secrets.”

“Well, what are these kind of secrets?” I asked.

Christine sighed, looking around as she did before finding my eyes again. “That's something I'll take to my grave.. but also something I couldn't live with.”

I wasn't typically one to speak up, but I couldn't help myself now. “So, woman to woman you came here to warn me, but you can't tell me about what? You just want me to be careful because of Joel's secrets but you won't tell me what those secrets are?” I shook my head, “If you were actually looking out for me, you'd tell me.” I wandered away from the boots section back toward the staircase.

“It's the least I can do,” Christine called out.

I took the stairs back to the bottom floor. All the life that Tori had breathed into me, Christine had sucked out. I was so taken aback that I almost walked out with the sweater without paying for it. Hell, I hadn't even tried it on.

I stopped myself before closing in on the door and made a hard right toward the register.

“Find everything you were looking for?” The old man asked with a friendly grin.

I wanted to match his cheeriness but I just couldn't. Still, I managed a smile. “Yes, thank you.” He scanned the tag, I swiped my card and then headed back out onto the street.

I was going to tell Dr. Miller about bumping into Christine. I wasn't about to accuse him of anything but I needed to at least ask what she was referring to. Of course he had secrets - or at least some unknowns he promised to tell in due time. As much as I needed to know, I wasn't going to bombard him simply because his ex-wife bombarded me.

She hated me, Dr. Miller had claimed. I was sure at least part of her approaching me had something to do with sabotaging him.

I shook my head and hurried across the street to an ATM. Having a little cash on me at all times was something my parents had always advised me to do, and it was a habit I'd carried into adulthood.

I looked around the immediate area and then back to the doors of LL Bean to see if Christine had come out. I wanted to get out of the area as soon as possible and cozy up by a warm fire, as Dr. Miller had promised.

As I slipped my card into the machine, I envisioned it for a moment, trying to push away the negative thoughts that had been bestowed upon me. It worked - sort of.

I punched in my four digit code and selected to remove sixty dollars. Again, I looked over my shoulder as the ATM worked its magic. When the screen instructed me to remove my card, I did just that and then tucked it away back into my purse.

The money dispensed and upon collecting it, I looked at the screen again. If it had been a cartoon I swear my eyes would have popped right out of my head.

This has to be a mistake. I looked at the balance. It was all wrong.

“What the hell?”

The receipt shot out next as the screen switched to a simple, THANK YOU, in bold letters. I ripped the receipt from its place and studied the numbers. The balance on the thin piece of white paper matched that of the balance on the screen.

This has to be a mistake.

As I stood in disbelief, staring at the fifty-seven thousand dollars that was now said to be in my account, my eyes glanced up and I saw Christine staring at me from across the street. I felt like she knew exactly what I was staring at on that money slip.

When she shook her head, I crumpled the paper and forced it into my coat pocket before rushing to my car and driving away from that quaint, little street in the center of town.

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[peachjagiya]

Please bear with me, this my very personal, very complicated life story. So...me and my partner, we've been in a very intense public relationship for 7-8 years. We work for the same firm and our employer is uber supportive of our relationship, so much so that we are on every poster of our office's "traits of the perfect colleague couples".

So anyways, we decided to quit our jobs. I've been working on my thing and my boyfriend his own. Now even though technically we should've been living together since we've been in a relationship for so long, but we don't. And since I was busy with my new business venture, I decided to take a break from my very loving relationship bcs we were so much in love that we weren't able to bear the insurmountable level of love we were throwing at each other(ik it makes no sense but that's how I roll🤷🏻‍♂️). Now my boyfriend is an influencer and busy with his own projects but he started missing me something fierce. Like he used to go on insta lives and look all mopey and depressed bcs I had not even been talking to him. Well you can argue that he could've called/ft me himself or even came over to my workplace or home but he instead chose to beg me to do joint lives infront of his millions of followers. Instead of texting me, he would ask me to come to my place infront of his followers. And now I did understand that he was very desperate for my attention, but I still didn't give him any. I used to hang out with my other buddies all the time but didn't really care about my sad bf to even give him a visit. He did the same tbh so you can't blame only me on this. He has this bff (whom we both despise jfyi), for whom he flies to different continents to be with when the bff is on work sched. Now if he can take such long flights, why can't he drive to see me when we are in the same city? Maybe he prefers flying over driving?? Wow I neve thought of that...that changes everything 😮. Should I relocate?

So anyways, after ignoring his melancholy and yearning for close to a year, I've finally decided to go on some trips with him,with just one catch, our holidays will be recorded and made into a vlog series for his yt channel. I could've chosen the better option of travelling privately, but how would that help us rekindle our romance? Imo the best kind of rekindling is done infront of millions of eyes and atleast 20 crew members who also give us directions on how we interact with e/o, that's my version of couples therapy😌.

Now I've seen some people speculating that he's closer to his bff, based merely on the fact that they'd been closer even before I met them and that that bff (whom we hate with every fibre of our being) and my bf spend a lot of time with each other, time he could've been spending with me, etc etc. And some people even say they can see love brimming in their eyes for each other, which is just plain bs imo.

Now how do I shut those a holes up? The ones who are logically, practically and realistically right about my relationship being nothing but friendship? Also, am I a good boyfriend? Imo I am the best one out there mainly bcs no matter how much I ignore my bf, he still pines over me like a sad alpha 😏

Please help me O wise people of taekook land 🙏🏻.

"Should I relocate?"

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

You're too funny for me, anon, because it took me until "insta lives" to realise. I'm dumb.

💜

[blueicequeen19]

The Storm

Warnings: loss of a loved one, grieving, drinking, drug use, rough unprotected sex

It's been six hours since we lost John B and Sarah to the tropical storm. Since Shoupe and his gang of idiots told us they didn't know anything or where they were. They couldn't find their bodies or the boat. My throat threatens to close up just thinking about it. I don't think I could cry anymore even if I wanted to. Pope and Kie were forced to return home with their parents whereas JJ stayed with me at the Chateau. I knew it was because he had no place else to go. I wouldn't return home to Luke Maybank either. So we sat on the couch and drank until we vomited. Then we drank some more. I'd never seen JJ cry and I quickly decided that I never wanted to see it again. It made our loss that much more real. That much more painful. How could we go back to our lives after this? School was supposed to start Monday. I snatched up the bottle of rum before I could think any further. I didn't want to do anything without my brother.

I look over to the snoring blonde next to me. His legs were pulled up and his feet tucked under my legs for warmth as he used the arm rest as a pillow. I was fairly certain he was drooling but I had no room to judge. I had to clean puke out of my hair earlier. I get up and wander down the hall to Bree's room. The smell of him hits me hard when I push the door open and tears immediately fill my eyes. I wanted to break something. Anything. This couldn't be happening. And what he said on the radio to Ward? That meant this shit wasn't over. Ward Cameron had to pay. I grab his comforter off his bed and shut the door behind me. I stumble down the hall and wrap myself in the comforter before dropping down on my bed for a long, much needed sleep to escape this nightmare.

I don't know how much time has passed when I finally peel my eyes open. I don't feel any better. My head is still groggy and aching and my mouth is beyond dry. I manage to pull myself up and take a shower, taking extra time to wash my hair and brush my teeth. At least I could make myself look put together even though my life was ruined. I rake my hands through my hair, stepping out of the bathroom to find JJ in the middle of changing, his bare ass on full display.

"Whoa, sorry." I immediately turned around, the image of his ass forever burned into my brain. JJ stays silent. My heart ached even more. I hated when other people were hurting, even if I was in pain myself. "Do you want pancakes?" I ask.

"No." JJ grumbles. I sigh. He needed to eat. So did I. There's more rummaging through things behind me when he suddenly brushes past me and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door in my face. I turn back to face the bedroom. I slept in his room last night, thinking it was my own. That's why he was changing in here.

I decide to make pancakes anyway and although he ignores them, I feel better having them ready when he does get hungry. The day drags on and JJ only comes inside to get more alcohol. I hide his keys for when he does run out. I liked getting fucked up as much as the next person but I knew we had to deal. We had to grieve.

It's dark when he comes inside, stumbling to stay upright. I watch from the couch as he goes to the table and looks for his keys. Next he checks the cabinets in case he missed a bottle. Then the fridge.

"Where are my keys?" JJ calls. I stay silent as I pop a handful of popcorn into my mouth. He comes back into the living room and throws his hands up. "Give me my keys."

"I don't have them." I lie. They were stuffed down in the couch beneath me.

"Yea? They just got up and walked away?" JJ demands, knocking stuff off the coffee table as he searches it too.

"Stop it." I say softly but he yanks my bowl of popcorn away and lifts my legs up like I'm sitting on them. "Stop it!" I squeal, swatting his hands away.

"I don't need you to take care of me. Give me my fucking keys!" JJ shouts.

"You can't drive like this. You've been drinking all day!"

"I don't care!" We both fall silent as we glare at each other, chests heaving with every breath.

"Fine," he finally say, tossing the bowl down on the couch with a scoff. ",don't get mad at me when I start bringing girls over because I can't leave." JJ turns and stomps off, slamming his bedroom door behind him. I plop down on the couch, running my fingers through my hair as I fight to calm my racing heart.

Sex sounded amazing. I wanted to feel anything but this. Anything but the loss of my brother. I look under the coffee table and spot the adult card game that one of us had bought. It was basically "Never Have I Ever" with prompts. Whoever ended up with the most cards, won. I open the game and start to read the cards, snorting at the filthier ones. I was bored so why the hell not?

Never have I ever had an orgy.

Given oral sex.

Messed around in a public place.

Spit in someones mouth.

I started to separate the cards by things I had and had not done. I don't even look up when I hear his door open and he sits on the opposite side of the couch from me with a grunt. He smelled better so he must’ve showered to sober up.

"Why are you laughing?" JJ asks, leaning forward and reading some of the cards in my "Have Not" pile.

"I'm playing Never Have I Ever with myself." I smirk, holding up my next card.

Never have I ever had sex with other people in the room.

I drop the card in my Have pile and his eyes nearly bug out.

"What?! When? With who?" JJ gasps dramatically.

"Uh, that movie night we had awhile back when I invited Jake."

"Wait. You had sex with all of us in the same room?"

"It wasn't really sex though. He just put it inside me. So it kind of counts." JJ hangs his head as he shakes it in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Wow. I never would've guessed." JJ grumbles, grabbing the next unplayed card.

"What? I like sex as much as the next person." JJ ignores me as he shows me the next card.

Never have I ever woken up to someone giving me head.

"Uh, I've never had that happen to me but I've done that to someone else." I laugh and JJ smirks.

"You're missing out. All girls should wake up to their pussies being eaten." A shiver races up my spine as he draws the next card.

Never have I ever taken a nude selfie.

"Oh, easy. I have a whole folder on my phone." I shrug nonchalantly and JJ's jaw hangs open.

"Show me. For research purposes." JJ gives a fake cough and I can't help but laugh.

"Absolutely not! Those are private!" I exclaim but he laughs, pulling out his phone.

"Here, I'll show you one and you show me one. You did just see my ass earlier."

"Not by choice!" JJ scrolls through his phone for a moment before pausing to look at me.

"Okay, I've got mine. Your turn." I pick up my phone and hesiate for a moment.

"Wait, so are we doing full body. Or like topless?" I could feel the burning in my cheeks but I wasn't backing down from this. I wasn't a coward.

"Mine is full body." JJ shrugs and I nod. I find the perfect picture and meet his eyes.

"Okay, on the count of three. One. Two. Three." We both turn our phones to the other and both of our eyes practically bug out. He's nude but he's cupping himself so you can't see his dick and mine is from the back so you can see my bare ass. Still nude but nothing anyone hasn't already seen when I go swimming. We both burst out laughing over the fact that we played each other and we continued the game as he lights up a joint.

“I’ve never had one.” JJ says, hanging the card back to me.

Never have I ever had a hickie.

I gawk at him.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yea! I always give them. I never receive them. Girls are usually too fucked out to return them.” He gives me a cocky grin. I stand, rising to the challenge.

“I’ll help you out then. Neck or chest?” I move around the table and JJ stares at me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. I roll my eyes as I straddle his lap, tugging his shirt down below his collarbone. “Neck or chest, J?” I whisper and I feel him gulp, goosebumps appearing across his skin. A certain power comes over me as I plant a kiss on the base of his throat and he hums in approval. I trail my lips up his neck when I suddenly feel his hands squeeze my thighs.

“I-uh, I don’t know what I’ll do if you suck on my neck. It’s my sweet spot.” JJ’s voice is deeper, thick with need and causes butterflies to erupt in my belly.

“Here?” I place a kiss just below his ear and he nods once, hands tightening on my thighs. I suddenly feel his his erection pressing against me and it fueled me further. He wanted this too. I bite down on the flesh and he gasps as I suck a small spot into my mouth.

“Jesus, fuck!” JJ exclaims, hands moving to fist the back of my shirt, like he’s holding me to him. I tug hard on the back of his hair, forcing him to look up at the ceiling and he hisses as I keep marking his skin. His hips buck up into me and I moan.

“Y/N, stop before I do something I’ll regret.” JJ warns, yanking on the back of my hair but I don’t let up. I move my hand to the front of his throat and squeeze. I immediately feel his body relax into the couch but it doesn’t last long. JJ jumps to his feet, startling me as he holds me in his arms just to turn and drop me down on the couch. There’s fire burning in his eyes and a nice purple mark on his neck.

“You asked for this.” JJ growls, dropping to his knees and hauling my ass to the edge of the couch. He immediately latches on to my inner thigh where my shorts have rode up, his free hand squeezing the other one. Sparks race all the way down to my toes as my body buzzes with desire. I tear my shirt off and my bra, loving the way his eyes drink me in as he yanks off my shorts. I take his shirt off next and pull him up onto the couch. I feel him holding back, a questionable look on his face as I palm him through his shorts.

“Talk to me, J.” I breathe, kissing his jaw and his lips quiver.

“You’re my best friends sister. This is wrong.” JJ whispers, his fingers sliding through my slit and he groans when he feels how wet I am.

“Does it feel wrong?” I pop the button on his shorts and our lips finally meet. The last of his restraint dissolves and he shoves his shorts down, his body coming down on top of mine.

“I want you.” I moan as he starts to pull away again and a painful noice rumbles through him.

“I want you too.” JJ whispers between wet tongue filled kisses. I stroke his impressive length for a second and he hisses, bucking in my hand.

“Let’s just forget for a little while. I want to feel something else. I want to feel you inside me. Only that.” I squeeze him harder and he hisses, rubbing his fingers lazily over my clit and making me jerk.

“Condom?” JJ asks, caging me in with his arms as he hovers over me. I line him up with my entrance, keeping my legs spread wide. This was probably going to hurt with no prep but I wanted it to. I welcomed the pain.

“On the shot.” He doesn’t hesitate before he roughly pushes inside me. We both moan loudly.

His cock fills me so deeply, it steals my breath away. I must pinch my face up in discomfort because he starts to withdraw and gives slow strokes. I grasp his biceps, tilting my hips so he can drive even deeper. I start to relax and he begins to pick up the pace, jaw clenched the entire time as he looks from my face to between us where he's disappearing inside me.

"You're so tight." JJ bites out, hair in his eyes.

"Harder," I plead. "Don't stop." He abruptly sits back on his heels, pulling me with him as he angles upwards to hit my sweet spot. JJ groans, throwing his head back as he fucks me harder, keeping a brusing grip on my hips.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum but I'll keep going." JJ moans before picking up his speed, drilling into me hard and fast before releasing a loud moan of ecstasy. His pace doesn't slow and I feel myself cum, throwing my head back as I scream, my body shuddering as I turn to mush. He collapses on top of me, kissing me hard and passionately while continuing to snap his hips forward. I snag him bottom lip between my teeth as I feel another climax quickly approaching. JJ yanks away, only to flip me over and manhandle me onto my hands and knees. A firm hand on the back of my head shoves my face down into the cushion before he slams back inside me.

"Oh, shit." I cry, reaching behind me for something to hold on to. He pulls both my arms behind my back as he slams into me harder and harder, forcing my face down into the couch. I could feel the mess running down my thighs and I yelp when he slaps my ass hard.

"JJ!" I whine. I feel my eyes start to roll back just as he yanks me up against his chest, one hand around my throat and the other pushing down on my pelvis.

"Cum for me. I'm not stopping until you cream my cock. Let me fucking have it." JJ growls into my ear. I try to fight it but a choked scream flies out as I cum hard, soaking us both with a gush of fluid, my nails digging into his hips as tears fill my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel him slam in hard once more then he stills with a satisfied groan before letting me drop back down on the couch to catch my breath. JJ pulls away and starts to clean up as I fight the powerful feeling of exhaustion. He appears in front of me in a pair of black boxers and scoops me into his arms with a satisfied smirk before leading us to his bedroom.

"I told you. Completely fucked out." I smile weakly with my cheek against his chest as he lays me down in his bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.

[amethystviolist]

Thinking about this lyric from a song, "I'm better as a memory than as your man."

I can really picture it for Bagginshield, especially in the healing tents after the battle of the five armies. I think it works well as a line coming from Thorin, perhaps when he wakes up after Ravenhill and Bilbo is like don't you dare! You are not going to decide for me if you are a better memory than a romantic partner. I expect all the courtship after you have recovered or so help me, Mahal will not save you from my wrath. So of course Thorin has to recover.

Also I can see it working really well for Johnlock, perhaps right before Reichenbach, coming from Sherlock. I'm not sure how John would respond. I can see multiple options like no way, no matter how frustrated I can get at you I love you and then alternate John gets to help/no reichenbach at all or much more angsty of John is shocked because they don't acknowledge feelings and then the whole things happens and John is left with that memory until he sees Sherlock again and he assures Sherlock that he is much better as his man than a memory.

Any opinions on either pairing? Who do you think would use the line? Any other pairings you think it would work for?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Oooo interesting line and interesting concept! I can’t speak much on BBC Sherlock as I didn’t particularly like the show and don’t remember much about it now, but Bagginshield I can absolutely jump on!

Thorin goes into BOTFA expecting to die. It’s essentially movie!canon, just looking at his lack of armor and recklessness in fighting. He hates risking anyone else, but sacrificing himself to take out Azog is not just acceptable, it’s preferable.

Honestly, hard to blame him. He’s just had a violent and disturbing week-long mental illness episode which would be bad enough on its own, but he’s king, and his personal problems are the whole kingdom’s problems. Trying to kill a friend in private is already bad enough, doing it in front of several thousand people would be excruciating to unravel (and not just politically but emotionally, especially since Thorin seems to be a naturally private person). And denying aid to a displaced/homeless, starving people? Thorin has become everything he’s hated: his gold-mad grandfather and the petty neighboring elf king.

Balin says in the movie that “Thorin Oakenshield will pass into legend,” and that’s undeniably true even after his mistakes. He still led the quest to successful completion despite any personal failures at the finish line. Killing Azog cements his legacy as a heroic king, if a flawed one, and dying afterward softens his mistakes in public memory.

In an AU where Thorin lives, he would realize that dying was the easy way out that was denied to him. Personally I think dwarves would have a social taboo against suicide, so if Thorin didn’t die honorably in battle, he’s basically doomed to a personal living hell of having to face and rectify his many grievous mistakes of the past few days. He would LOVE to be a memory and not a man, but he’s too honorable to back down from facing his mistakes now that he lives.

I do love fics that explore this mindset, and i agree, Bilbo staying (and stubbornly loving and forgiving him) would probably help a lot. Thorin at his core is a very driven person, and even without his gold-sick problems, I think he’d have a hard time adjusting to peaceful rule in Erebor. There’s no more desperate problems to solve, no grave dangers to face, no impossible quests to undertake. He’s a trauma survivor (in SO many ways oh my god that poor man) who finally has a safe and stable environment, and like many traumatized people who get that transition, I think he’d have an absolute breakdown trying to adjust and trust his new life.

All this to say having reconciliations and a courtship to drive him would probably be very helpful during this tumultuous period of Thorin’s life. And I’m always a fan of Bilbo angrily caring for people - “You will live and you will live happily, Thorin Oakenshield, or so help me Yavanna I’ll- I’ll never give you a moment’s peace, not even in your dwarven afterlife!” (Which is not an effective threat, Bilbo, he’d love to have you there).

And yes, choice comes into this as well. Lots of post-BOTFA fics deal with this and I love it every time. Thorin tries to protect Bilbo but in doing so takes away his free will, and Bilbo is rightfully angry about it! He should get to decide if being near (or courting) Thorin is a risk he wants to take, if the grievances against him are things he wants to forgive. Once Thorin gets that through his thick skull then I think they can be very happy together :)

Overall, I think that’s a great line for that scenario! I like to believe a surviving Thorin eventually accepts he can have a living, changing future (bc I don’t think he realizes Erebor itself can be more than a memory, either, not until the very end of the quest) and be a man instead of a memory.

Enough out of me, thanks for letting me rant on about this!

[praisethegabs]

middle of the night

pairing: leon kennedy x f!reader

word account: 3k

tags/warnings: inspired by 'middle of the night' by elley duhé, angst (maybe?), use of the pronoun 'she/her', soft smut

summary: "just call my name like you'll need me"

author's notes: english isn't my first language, so I apologize if you find anything wrong, plus I wrote this because I couldn't stop listening to this song, and I just wanted to read something based on it. since I'm working on a side project with Leon, I decided to write with him. plus, again, i wrote with the third person because I'm used to writing like this. Maybe i'll turn this into miniseries. Who knows? Enjoy xx

It was the middle of the night, like usual.

The wind was cold, and the night was dark, with soft mists around. Leon made his way through the door, making sure no one was around, although he knew no one was awake at the time. His job offered some privacy, even though he hated coming home so late. Especially during cold and darkest nights like this one. The worst part was no one was waiting for him, no one would be laying on his bed, and he had no one to come home to. He felt like he didn't belong to anyone. And that feeling was killing him inside.

And the reason he felt like that was that he lost the only person he truly cared about. And he remorses that every day, every night.

It was true his job took everything from him and left him with no other choice but to follow a lonely life. And he hated himself for letting her go away. Once he reaches his bedroom, he sat down on his bed, thinking about his life choices; Leon felt terrible. He couldn't stop reminding himself it was his fault, and he had to live with that. The guilty was consuming him from inside, and God, how badly he wanted to make things right.

He glanced at the clock next to his bed and wasn't surprised when he saw what time it was. He sighed heavily before laying down, staring at the roof, tormented by his thoughts. Leon didn't want to close his eyes, didn't want to see the same nightmares he had every night. Remorse and guilt.

After fifteen minutes, he finally decided what he needed to do. The blonde then takes his brown jacket from his closet and the keys from his car, driving to her home. Leon felt the urge to see her, just to talk to her and make sure she would listen to what he had to say. All Leon needed right now was to stay in her presence. He was craving for her.

When he saw her house, his heart almost skipped a beat. Leon noticed his sweaty palms and his heavy breath. Of course, the blonde agent knew he was nervous. The last time they both saw each other was six months ago and suddenly, he thought it was a terrible idea, but it was too late to go back, his legs were leading him to the door. His hands knocked softly and after a few minutes, the noise of someone walking inside reached him. And the door opened.

"Leon? What on earth are you doing here?" her voice is soft but implies she was sleeping, as a normal person would.

"I'm sorry... I... I just needed to see you" Leon said, his voice trembling.

"And you couldn't wait until morning? What time is it?" she asks again, yawning.

"Look... I... I'm sorry" Kennedy whispered, his voice breaking.

"For what, exactly?" The woman raises an eyebrow, confused.

"Everything"

She glances at him, confused. It was true he was the one who broke up and left. But now, he was standing there looking the same as he did the day he said goodbye. Although, she could see some new scars and red lines on his blue eyes. She could tell by his appearance he didn't rest at all. And she doubts he would.

"Look, Leon, I don't think now it's the best time for talking... it is the middle of the night and I'm tired... I'm sure we can talk later" she yawned again.

"Can you, please, let me talk to you? I won't take long, promise" he insists, sighing.

"You won't let me go to bed, aren't you?" there is a slight smirk on her lips.

"I hate the fact that you know me so well" Leon answered, smiling softly.

"Just get in here, it's cold outside"

The first thing he noticed was that her place didn't change at all. It was exactly how he last remembered, although he could see she changed the furniture a little. He sat on her couch, his palms still sweaty, his heart beating faster and faster inside his chest. It was a stupid idea. He could've waited until morning. He could've called her and asked, but oh God, he felt so desperate. His attention is broken when Leon realizes she's holding a cup of coffee, waiting for him to look at her.

"So... wanna tell me why you decide to show up at my doorstep in the middle of the night?" her voice asks softly, the same tone he loved to hear calling his name.

"I just couldn't handle things anymore. I can't stop thinking about what happened six months ago... why I left you and... how much I miss you" Leon said, clearing his throat.

But she didn't say anything. He felt guilt running through his body again; all she did was stay quiet, observing him with undying attention.

"I know I fucked up, and ever since I have to wake up every morning and face the fact that I'm an asshole. I feel like shit for everything I did to us... for letting you go like you mean nothing to me"

It was visible Leon was suffering, and he was being honest with his words. Truly honest. She knew he was broken into thousands of pieces, the same way she was shattered inside. Took a while to heal that wound in her chest, and now, he was there, telling her how sorry he was. It felt like walking on flaming pieces of broken glass. She had to fight herself to keep her hands down; how badly she wanted to touch him, how badly she missed him. Leon was like a drug, and she was so addicted to him. It wasn't healthy anymore.

"Every night when I return from work, I wish I could summon you, so you could come to me and stay there like we used to do" Leon kept talking. He needed to get it out of his chest. "Every night I have this same nightmare, I can see myself losing you over and over and over again... and it doesn't look better when I wake up because it is true. I just... I just can't live like this anymore"

All she saw was a broken man who needed to be healed. All she saw there was the love of her life suffering from something he did; although she wanted so badly to have him wrapped around her arms, she couldn't. She knew the lines between them, and crossing those said lines was a risk. But, deep down, she wanted it so desperately.

"You never told me why" her voice sounds hoarse.

"I know, and I blame myself for this. The truth is, my job doesn't allow me to live a normal life. I'm always somewhere else, fighting against maniacs, terrorists, and bioweapons. At this point, I just don't know if our government is entirely right anymore..." Leon sighed heavily, running his hands through his blonde hair. "And one day, I realized that... if I kept doing what I do, I would lose you. And this mere thought made me shiver. I couldn't lose the only thing I truly cared about. "

"So you did the only thing you thought was right... you decided to break up with me and... try to live with it" she concluded, shaking her head as she saw him nodding in response. "I'm surprised, I didn't expect that."

"I'm an asshole, I know." Leon smirks, realizing how silly he was.

"I wouldn't say that, but it is true... you acted like an asshole. You left when you could've just told me the truth, Leon. "This time, she smirks gently. "You know, you always said that the rookie cop inside you died that day in Raccoon City. I think that's not true"

"Why would you think that?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing at her.

"You protected me from your job, as your rookie cop version did those years ago. I think he is alive in there, deep down inside you" she explains, now smiling. "And I know it's true because I see him every time I look at you"

His cheeks slightly turn red as she says that. It was also true; that night, during the outbreak, she was helpless, and for sure, she would die if it wasn't for him. Leon saved her and tried his best to keep her safe from the zombies, even when he got shot in the shoulder. He carries the scar, a terrible souvenir from the night he almost died, and also the night he met the love of his life.

"I never asked what happened to you after Raccoon City, but I knew something was changed. I knew the training you went to was heavy, I saw your bruises and every time you tried to hide them from me... I knew something was going on, and it killed me when you didn't tell a thing about it" she sighed, looking at his beautiful blue eyes. "So after a while, I thought it was for the best to not think about it, even though I knew you were broken inside"

Leon was completely shocked by her words. He could expect anything from her, but not this. It was like someone threw cold water on his head. She knew all along and yet, she never did anything. And instead of staying by her side, all he did was leave her alone. I'm a complete asshole, Leon thought.

"You're a complete mess. You go away fearing someone will hurt me, but you can't see the only person who did that were you... then you come back and make me feel burning flames and crashing waves wash over me like they're some kind of hurricane... feelings that I fought to bury inside me" she says next, looking deep down in his eyes. "Do you think this is fair, Leon? Do you think it is fair to come here in the middle of the night to tell me all of this?"

"To be fair, I was so desperate to see you that I didn't realize it was a terrible idea until you opened the door. And I know I can't ask anything from you. All I wanted was to see your face one last time. " he stands up, ready to leave. "Now I did that, maybe I should go home. I've taken enough of your time"

"You can stay here for tonight. It's late, better not to drive, especially when you look tired like this. You can go in the morning, besides it's a cold night" she suggests, standing up next to him. She could smell his cologne, and oh good God, she missed that.

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you more than I did" his cheeks were so red this time that he avoided looking at her.

"Don't worry... you can stay if you want... I still have your old pajamas, maybe they still fit... you got much bigger from the last time I saw you" she looks at his arms, biting her lower lip.

"You what?" the blonde asks, visibly surprised, but all she did was smile again.

And it was true, his old pajamas were in her drawer, and Leon could notice she still had a picture of them together. And the memory of the day he left came to his mind like a train disheveled; it was a surprise to see she kept his belongings. He thought she had tossed it all away after their breakup. It was night when he came back from work and she was there waiting for him like she always did and when he stepped inside their home, all he did was look at her bright eyes and tell her he needed to go away, that they could no longer continue with that relationship. And like the cold wind, he left.

Six months passed by and she still had his old pajamas and a beautiful picture of them, when she hugged him for a lovely Christmas photo; he was wearing a red sweater with a big Christmas reindeer and a red hat like Santa. She then jumped on his back and took the photo, kissing his cheek. That memory drifted in his mind, like a wave.

"You still have that?" he asks, picking up the picture.

"Yep. I couldn't throw it away... it is a pretty picture of us, a good memory. " her voice sounded sad for a moment.

"I still have our photos too... they remind me every day of what I've lost. " Leon sighed, leaving the said picture in the same place he picked up.

"You sounded a little masochist, not gonna lie" she laughs, sitting on her bed, looking at her ex-boyfriend. He glanced at her, smirking. "Although, I'm right here... and even though we're not together anymore, I think we can still be friends"

"You are too kind, I don't deserve you" Leon sat next to her, his hand slowly reaching hers. His heart started to beat faster inside his chest.

She then looks straight into his blue eyes. All she felt at that moment was a heated wave, burning her from inside. It entered her veins like poison. This was the effect he had on her, and the worst part of that was he knew. He always knew how her body craved entirely his touch, how her own body seemed to lose all the sense of wisdom. It felt like he had control of every part of her, and he knew that.

"I guess I'll sleep on the couch" Leon said, noticing her sudden silence.

"Yep, that's right" she nodded, feeling her cheeks turning red.

"I'll be going then. It's late, and you need to rest, anyway." Leon stands up, grabbing the blankets and the pillow.

"Good night, Leon" her voice sounded nervous for a bit. It was the result of the effect he still had on her.

Once he left her bedroom, she sighed heavily. It was a surprise to see him standing there so beautifully, glowing like a piece of the sun himself. All his grace, all the feelings he made her feel again, washing inside like the sea. It was like Leon was poetry she loved to read, the lines she could drown into and never get back to the surface. He was the sun that touched her skin and made her entire body shiver.

It was hard to resist that beautiful blue eyes, the same eyes that reminded her how happy and graceful life could be. Those eyes glow like a rare diamond and say everything his lips can't. She felt butterflies in her stomach, the same feeling when she saw him for the first time in Raccoon City.

She was so scared, and when her eyes found him, all she felt was an instant calm inside, like everything would be fine. And it was right. Everything made sense. They just used to belong to each other, Leon was her safe place, where she could run when she felt hopeless or afraid. She knew he was hers.

In the living room, he sat on the couch and started to think about their conversation. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a relief getting out of his shoulders. After six months of agony and suffering, he could at least sleep in peace. Leon removed his shirt, and when he grabbed the old gray shirt from his pajama, he saw her standing there, walking towards him, with a confident look in her eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping" his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"I can't, not when I know you're so close to me" she says, getting much closer to him, his breath reaching her face.

"Look, I can go home if you want" Leon replied, noticing how she glanced at him. It was pure desire.

"Do you still love me, Leon?" her question makes his heart beat faster inside his chest, and he knew for sure it would rip apart his skin and jump outside.

"I never stopped loving you" his voice is low and deep.

Her hand reaches his and gently, and she pushes him toward her bedroom. She didn't waste any time before pulling her lips into his like she needed that for her good. He felt a desire. He needed to have her all by himself, like his body was desperate for her touch. Sweet Jesus, how he missed her.

In the darkness of the room, the moon cast faint silver rays, like poetry dancing over their bodies, wrapped in whispering desires. She was the churning ocean, its waves crashing in melody, and he was the daring navigator who yearned to explore every curve and cove of her being. Her hands, like rose petals, sought the perfect encounter, sliding like ballerinas in a secret rhythm. The intertwined fingers, like branches of an ancient tree, explored hidden paths, deciphering mysteries written in the stars.

Their lips met in a sweet cosmic collision, like meteors in love in a starry sky. The kiss, a forbidden verse, told a story only they knew, a poem of lust and tenderness intertwined. Amid sighs soaked in a mist of pleasure, their bodies intertwined in a divine choreography, where each movement was a lascivious stanza. She was the burning flame. He was the glowing ember, and together, they formed a fire that consumed everything in its path.

Each touch was a living metaphor, a symphony of shivers, and muted moans. Their skins, intertwined like intertwined verses, merged in a frantic dance of passion. And there, in that forbidden dance, they discovered and gave themselves without reservations, unveiling the secrets of bodies that became one. And so, in a poetic ecstasy, time diluted into eternal seconds, and the world boiled down to that intimate scene of two beings that completed each other, like words and verses that intertwine to create an unforgettable poem. Nothing else existed beyond that moment when poetry became flesh, and love became the most beautiful of metaphors.

He, like a romantic poet, touches every inch of her skin like someone who writes eternal verses. His hands, dexterous and smooth, glided like silk feathers, unveiling the hidden secrets of her female geography. His lips, sweet as nectar, kissed her with the passion of a medieval troubadour.

And there, in that small universe of intimacy, their bodies surrendered to the pulsating rhythm of love. They were two thirsty souls, sailing on a sea of ​​pleasure, where each sigh was a song sung by passionate lovers.

Each touch was a caress that revealed a secret. And there, in that eternal night, their bodies and souls merged into one entity, transcending the barriers of time and space. And so, in that intimate scene, they became a living poem, written in the stars and whispered by the wind of passion. kiss was a promise of eternity. They surrendered to the game of seduction, like birds that intertwine in the sky, seeking to reach the sublime freedom of love.

And when it finally climaxed, it was as if the universe itself exploded into color and stars. Their bodies, entwined like branches of a leafy tree, found ecstasy in a moment that seemed to last forever.

Afterward, wrapped in a tender silence, they rested in her bed, hearts beating in unison. In that instant, they were more than lovers; they were poetry in the form of human beings, woven together by invisible threads of desire and love.

And there, in that eternal night, their bodies and souls merged into one entity, transcending the barriers of time and space. And so, in that intimate scene, they became a living poem, written in the stars and whispered by the wind of passion.

"I will always love you" he whispers, kissing her soft skin.

"Then don't go away again"

[ssinstarz]

acrophobia.

a mike schmidt x reader story

synopsis - mike and abby come up with a rather interesting plan to help you face your fears and to help mike better confess his love for you (reader is spoken to/about with feminine pronouns) - (fluff <3) - (reader has acrophobia / a fear of heights)

(a/n - this is my first tumblr blog! i hope you enjoy it and i am open to any requests about mike)

"just keep your eyes closed baby." mike said, trying to soothe you. the three of you (mike, abby, and you) were heading home after taking a quick stop at a bakery nearly on the other side of town. abby saw a commercial on the television about it and immediately wanted to try their strawberry cupcakes. however, in order to get back home, you guys had to drive past a long, narrow bridge.

"its hard to, mike. i can't stop imagining the car toppling over and us being shark food." you mumbled the last part, but it was very audible to mike, and definitely abby.

"what?! mike are we going to die!?!" abby said as her smile from looking at the blue sky faded into a horrified expression.

"no abs, (y/n) is just overthinking, we'll be fine." mike said confidently, then he placed a reassuring hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently.

you loved mike. you loved how he cared for abby, how he cares for you, and how he pushed through despite all of the struggles he has faced from his childhood to now. but you definitely hated heights. the thought of dropping from one sent a chill down your spine.

"just breathe, okay baby? we are halfway through this bridge. i trust that you can get through this." said mike, filling in the silence in the car. you also loved how he knew how to comfort someone.

"yeah (y/n)! we are almost home. think about the cupcakes!" abby dragged out the "cupcakes" part, showing her excitement to indulge in the fluffy treat.

you smiled, but deep down you were mortified. you grabbed mike's hand and held it tightly. you also shut your eyes tightly, trying to block out all bad visions that involve dying.

once you guys got home. you decided to go into mike's room to get the bridge off of your mind. before you slipped into the darkness of his room, mike pulled you aside and kissed your forehead and the back of your hand.

"are you okay?" he asked you, looking into your eyes with big brown ones. "i think so." you said, avoiding his gaze. he sighed and was about to step away until you grabbed his wrists. "i'm sorry about my stupid fear getting in the way of things. i really, really, really want to overcome but when i try, i just break down. i guess i just need something to motivate me to keep going, y'know?" you said to him. mike nodded and took your last sentence into deep consideration.

mike turned to walk into the kitchen but he was greeting with a small figure standing at the end of the hallway, grinning at him.

"what's wrong, abby?" mike asked, trying to get his way into the kitchen. abby just stood there, watching him. she clearly had something to say, her lips were parting open but closing again until she finally spewed out a couple of words. well, more than a couple.

"when will you and (y/n) get married? you guys have been together for like, years. and you love her a LOT. i can tell. and you wouldn't even have to buy a ring! we could use the ring mom gave me before she..." abby said, but she didn't finish the last part of her speech, she thought it was a happy moment, not an emotional one.

"but, what if she doesnt want to get married." mike says, trying to lower his voice so you couldn't hear.

"oh well then. i mean, it's clear she really loves you too, so i don't think she would leave you." abby says. mike's heart was beating so hard once he realized the love of his life felt the very same way about him. he could swear abby could hear it pounding in the quiet hallway.

"okay, I'll propose to h--" mike said, but abby interrupted him mid sentence and pulled him into the kitchen.

"great! I have an idea!"

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during the next couple of days, mike and abby have been secretly gathering information on you that aligns with abby's clever idea, as well as sneaking out of the house at night to set up the materials for their plan.

while you were grabbing grapes from the fridge mike came up the behind you and examined what you were doing, maintaining a passionate stare on you.

"uhm, can you get any closer?" you questioned him as you felt his warm breath on your bare neck.

"what? i can't check up on my girlfriend?" mike held out his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you into a backwards bear hug.

"stay focused!" abby whisper-yelled from the corner, looking at mike while holding a small notebook and a pen. mike needs to figure out what you like, not get intimate with you.

"grapes. she likes grapes." mike mumbled rushing over to abby as you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch near the two. she wrote it down in her notebook and gave it to him.

today will be the day the mission will go into action.

"hey baby? can i ask you something?" mike asked as he sat down next to you, resting his head on your chest and sliding the notebook slightly under the couch.

"what's up?"

"can you come with me and abby somewhere? it's really nice."

"sure. why not?"

"okay get dressed." mike ordered, ending the conversation with a quick kiss. he sat up and you slipped into his room to grab any clothes you had over there. mike then grabbed the notebook from under the couch and looked in the fridge to grab anything else he needed. abby following close behind him.

"are you nervous?" abby asked.

"a little, what if she doesn't say yes? or what if she gets mad at me? i dont think she will like this plan." mike says, ranting on until you make your presence known.

"i'm ready!" you said. you were wearing a long-sleeved purple top with a black skirt and your hair in two braids.

even though you were in your early twenties, you dressed and did your hair like a child. that was another thing mike loved about you.

abby gave mike a reassuring look, he then motioned for the two of them to the door. they all put on their shoes and left.

as mike was driving you there, he pulled a scarf from his pocket. "you need to be blindfolded. it's a surprise." he said, handing it towards you. you were reluctant at first but you tied it on, waiting for something to happen.

mike drove to the place and with abby's help they guided you to where you were supposed to be. mike ran off somewhere else in a hurry. abby ran to the other side of where you were and called out "take off the blindfold!" you took it off with a smile but to your horror you were standing in the middle of a high, high bridge over a pretty long lake. the bridge was narrow and you could clearly see the water underneath.

"mike? mike! mike please i don't like this! m-mike...." you called out his name over and over, you felt your heart sink to your chest, your breathing pattern was non-existent, beads of sweat started to form on your forehead and you felt the hot sting of tears in the corner of your eyes. you looked around, your boyfriend wasnt there, only his little sister.

"i'm sorry (y/n)! mike isnt here right now. just me. but you need to pull along and come across this bridge! mike has something for you!" she yelled from the other side.

you felt sick to your stomach. you tried to move but you just couldn't. you feel down onto your knees and sobbed. abby felt horrible but she knew what mike had waiting for you.

"abby! i don't think i can do this! you know im terrified of heights!" you called out to her. abby did say anything, but after a while she finally spoke up.

"if mike was here he would tell you to keep going! (y/n), i'm telling you if you just come across this bridge, you will get the best surprise of your life! just face your fears."

abby's words hit harder than they were supposed to. you really wanted to see what mike had in store for you, but you didn't know how to get past without flipping the fuck out. even though the bridge looked terrifying, you believed it wouldn't be likely for you to fall off.

you shut your eyes tightly and crawled across the bridge on all fours. you could hear abby cheering for you as you made it to the end of the bridge.

"yay! you did it! now c'mon, mike has been waiting." abby said. she didnt even give you a moment to catch your breathe before she pulled you along a pathway near the bridge.

it felt like you two were walking for hours, for some reason your eyes were still shut, taking in the world around you slowly but surely. abby suddenly stopped and you hesitantly fluttered open your eyes.

you were met with mike, on one knee with a toothy smile. behind him was a picnic with all of your favorite fruit and favorite flowers and small details that tied into your interests.

mike cleared his throat and pulled a box out of his pocket. before he opened it he looked into your eyes and said "(y/n), i love you so much and I am very proud of you. i remember you told me you needed something to motivate you to get rid of your phobia so abby came up with this idea." he paused for a second, watching you start to tear up, but he kept speaking.

"you are a great person. all of these years you cared for abby and me and we deeply appreciate that. my point is.." he paused, "(y/n), will you marry me?" mike said as he opened up the black box in his hands, revealing a shiny ring.

you nodded and then he walked up to you and put the ring on your finger. abby couldn't stop cheering and clapping. she jumped onto the both of you and hugged you two tightly, nearly pushing the three of you over.

mike gave you a kiss on your forehead and the three of you stood in each other's embrace.

[americas1suiteheart]

When Can I See You Again?

Patrick Stump x Gn! Reader

Here's the Ao3 link if you prefer to read on there :)

Summary; Pete sets Patrick up on a blind date with one of his friends. That friend just happens to be you, and regardless of how unenthusiastic the both of you were, the date goes more than well.

Notes; This might be shitty. I decided to write this at 12 in the morning, but it's fine because I get a fic out. I'm finally starting to become more active again (yay!). This is also cheesy as shit as always, as all my Patrick fics have been. :)

Warnings; Just some foul language, as always .

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"Come on, Pete. Really, it's fine, I'm perfectly fine not having a boyfriend *or* girlfriend!"

"Y/n, you know I love and care for you, man, and that means finding you someone that you'll love, and that will love you. Trust me, the friend I'm setting you up with is awesome, you're gonna get along great with him."

"I really don't see why you think it's so important that I have one."

"Come on, Y/n. You're 19 years old, live alone, go to college, *and* work 6 hours a day on top of that. You need something to look forward to when you get home *OTHER* than sleeping."

"Pete I-"

"Nope! You're going on this date. Worst comes to worst, you don't like him and you just go back to your boring, horrible, unhealthy way of living."

"Fine, fine! I'm only agreeing to this so you shut up and stop bothering me. If I don't like it you have to promise me that you won't try to do this shit again, okay?"

"Deal." Pete says, putting his hand out to shake yours and you shake his back, settling on an agreement.

You'd been friends with Pete since you were a little kid. He was 4 years older than you, but you two lived next to each other when you were growing up, so he just became an immediate friend.

You loved him, you really did, but sometimes it was impossible to actually deal with him. Of course what he was doing was all in good intentions, and you hate to admit that he was right when he said you were lonely, but you felt that you unfortunately never had the time or energy to be in a romantic relationship with someone.

You go into your room and take your cellphone and apartment keys. You were already ready, and usually you would be spending your weekend sleeping an relaxing, Pete decided to set you up on some blind date with one of his friends, or one of the people he was in a band with to be more specific.

If this person were to be anything like Pete is, you probably won't go on with it, it sounds shitty but you could barely handle one Pete as it is.

"You ready, man?" Pete asks, getting up from the small couch you had in your small living room.

"Yeah." You say blandly.

"Be more optimistic about this, dude. You'll like him, or at least become friends with him, believe me, he's totally what you're into." Pete says, punching your shoulder and you to walk to the door.

"How do you know what my type is? What if I don't have a type?" You say, rubbing where he hit you.

"I just know, you know?" Pete shrugs, waiting for you to lock your door.

You sigh and roll your eyes as you make your way to your car.

"Okay, where is this place again?"

"It's just that diner across the street from that record shop we used to go to. The one we got kicked out of. Remember?" Pete said, sitting next to you in the passenger seat.

"Ooh, that place has the best burgers!" You exclaim, then drive out of the car lot onto the street.

You smile to yourself as you recall that memory. The last time you had gone to that diner you and Pete got kicked out for being too loud. You weren't usually the type of person to be loud or rambunctious, but Pete had the tendency to make you come out of your socially awkward shell when you hung out with him.

Pete talked to you the whole way, it was only a 10 minute drive from your apartment complex, but time always seemed to go by faster when he was ranting about, he always had the most interesting things to talk about, and this rant was about some of the songs that the band was recording.

You arrive at the diner and park your car. You and Pete get out and he goes up to the building window and points out a guy, seemingly around the same age as you, sitting at one of the back booths with two milkshakes in front of him.

"That's the guy you wanna go to. Call me when you two are done and try to have fun." Pete says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Wait, you're not going to stay in there with me? At least at another booth away from the one I'll be at?" You say, looking at Pete with wide eyes.

"I can't stay, I've got stuff to do, man. Plus, I don't wanna creep over you two." Pete says, walking away.

You were left standing there in complete shock. You'd fully expected for Pete to sit somewhere farther in the diner where he wouldn't be visible but still be there just because, and you were surprisingly upset and afraid when he said he wouldn't.

You take a deep breath and walk into the diner. You haven't been on a date since you were 16, and it definitely didn't work out then. If this little date somehow worked out and led to something more serious, it would be the first romantic relationship you would be in.

You make your way to the booth and stand awkwardly as you wait for him to notice you before you ask to sit.

"Uh, hey. I believe you're the guy that Pete set me up with?" You say quietly, rubbing the back of your neck.

The boy looks up and quickly fixes his posture. "Oh, uh. Yeah, yeah." He looks up at you and looks somewhere else after a few seconds.

"I, uh, do you think I could sit with you?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, yeah of course you can."

You sit at the seat across from him, slowly sinking into the worn out booth seats.

You always thought that Pete was a pain because he was the complete opposite with you, but you now found that he was so much easier to talk to than another person that was just as awkward and quiet as you were.

This guy was cute. You don't tend to find people attractive, maybe because you're always in such a rush and tired with everything, but he was seriously cute.

His face was slightly on the chubbier side, he had a button nose and shoulder length hair with sideburns and a pair of glasses. That's pretty much what already did it for you, but his eyes that hid behind that pair of glasses were such a pretty colour that you were lucky enough to see within those few seconds of awkwardly looking at each other.

"Oh, I ordered you a milkshake. I didn't know what flavor you liked so I just got you vanilla. I hope you don't mind." He said, pushing the milkshake and straw closer to you.

"Oh! Thank you that's very sweet." You say, a smile on your face.

"Being that this is the first time meeting each other, we should probably introduce ourselves, I think?" You say after about a minute of swirling your straw around in your milkshake.

"Yeah, probably. I'm Patrick, I'm 18 and I just graduated high school. What about you?" Patrick laughs lightly.

"I'm Y/n, I'm 19 and am in my first year of college right now. I'm going to be completely honest, I don't really do anything or go out much. Pete usually drags me places to get me out more." You laugh.

"I totally get that. So, what do you do?" Patrick says after taking a drink of his milkshake.

"Well, I'm majoring in computer science right now and have a minor in music technology from an AP class in high school and am trying to get it for college, too so that I can do it professionally with theaters, venues, and maybe even bigger bands. After I finish my classes for the day, I work at a comic book shop most of the day and then I work at Hastings as a night shift sort of thing. So I don't really get breaks. But to be honest, It's actually something I like, a lot of people I know enjoy their resting time but I hate not having anything to do."

"Wow, that's impressive. So I'm assuming you don't really have time to do stuff like this, huh?"

"Yeah, I think this is like, the second date I've ever been on. The first one I'd been on was when I was 16. I never ended up hitting it off with the person, so I've also never been in a relationship. Anyways, enough about me, I want to know more about you." You say with a small smile, putting your elbows on the table and holding your hands together underneath your chin to keep your head upright.

"I'm in a band with Pete and a few other guys right now. I can play the drums, guitar, piano, and can sing, too. We're actually recording our first album together! But I also have a job, I just work at a retail store right now, nothing too special." Patrick says.

"That's nice. You like to keep it simple. I do wish I could actually appreciate my time to myself, honestly. Four instruments is impressive, though. I only know how to play the bass and it's only because Pete taught me so I could have something "fun to do and not be a loser" as Pete said. I do admit, though, I really enjoy it."

You've never actually talked this much with someone you just met before. Something just clicked with him, that made you feel comfortable and interested. You don't know why, but maybe this date isn't going as bad as you thought it would, and that Pete, unfortunately, was right. How he managed to know exactly who you would find interesting when you didn't even know yourself is beyond you, but right now, you're glad he did.

You continued to talk about interests and found you liked most of the same things, making the conversation all the more exciting and long.

"So, you said you had experience with music tech, right? Has Pete ever offered you to do anything for or with the band? Like, working a mixer or setting up mic's for the instruments correctly?" Patrick asked, leaning in closer to the table.

"No, surprisingly he hasn't, actually. Why?"

"Well, since we're getting into recording our songs, I figure we could need someone that knows how to do that sort of stuff, but Pete is the one that usually organizes that sort of stuff. I don't know why he hasn't asked you yet." Patrick explains.

"I'd love to work with stuff like that again. I might have to ask Pete about that."

Maybe Pete was right. Maybe this is exactly what you needed and that he did know your "type". Getting out and talking to people other than Pete was actually nicer than you thought.

You realized then that you needed to be with other people and not be such a hermit, maybe that's why you were feeling so sad, the only person you had were your parents' occasional calls (or not so occasionally to be honest) and Pete.

"Yeah, you totally should. I feel it would honestly be pretty cool to get to work with you." Patrick says, leaning back into his seat and looking away.

"I will. It'd definitely be nice to work with you guys, too. Especially you, I feel." You say. That was probably the boldest thing you've ever said. You didn't actually think you'd said that until Patrick looked up at you with a shocked expression, yet still a still small smile on his face.

"Yeah, definitely."

This was getting more and more enjoyable by the minute. You never burned up like this before, but the dorkiness of him was making you flush more than you would've ever expected. He was like you in an odd way. Same interests, same way of how you both acted, you've never had anyone be almost the same as you. It was nice talking to him about things that you liked and that he knew about too.

Sure, Pete was somewhat dorky and knew what you were talking about sometimes, but it always would end quickly from his rather short attention span.

By now the two of your milkshakes have already melted long ago, half of them still left from all the talking you two did rather than drinking it.

You hear a ding from the door, thinking it was most likely just another customer. Patrick looked behind you and fixed his posture from the way he was hunched over the table so that he was now sitting up straight.

You look behind you to see what Patrick currently was.

"You guys have been here for like, 2 and a half hours now. I mean, I'm assuming it's going great and I hate to cut it not so short but I gotta get home." Pete says, scratching his head as he looked down at you and Patrick.

"It's been two hours!?" You shout at Pete, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yup!" Pete says, popping the 'P'.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh. This felt way shorter than two hours, and to be honest you were really sad about it. You'd had a lot of fun talking to Patrick and getting to know him. He had this sort of charm to him that reeled you in even more, regardless if he might've been conscious of it or not.

You get up from the booth and clean up what very little mess you and Patrick left on the table, Patrick helping and doing the same.

You get your wallet from your back pocket to take some cash out for a tip.

"No, no. Don't worry about it, I'll get it." Patrick says, taking a 5 dollar bill out quickly and placing it on the table.

"No, you already paid for the milkshakes, please, Patrick, I'll leave the tip."

"Nope, it was my treat, don't worry."

"But, Patrick-"

"You know what, I'll leave the tip. Here, take your money back." Pete sighs, taking the bill from the table and shoving it into Patrick's hands, then leaving one of his own on the table, clearly tired of you and Patrick going back and forth about the tip.

"Thanks, Pete." Patrick says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hand me the Keys, I'll start the car while you flirt with each other." Pete says, snickering.

You take your keys from your pocket and hand them to him, your face rapidly heating up from his comment.

"Fuck you, Pete." You say, glaring at him.

"Uh-huh, yeah, whatever." Pete says, giving you a grin before walking out the door of the diner.

"You and him are complete opposites, how'd you two get to know each other?" Patrick laughs lightly, pushing up his glasses.

"Me and him were neighbors. I never really had any friends so Pete was the one person I ever hung out with. When he moved out of his parents' house I was still living with my parents, so we didn't see each other all that often, but we still called each other and hung out sometimes. He's always just kinda been there for me since I was a kid."

"You two have known each other that long already? I've only known him for a year now. He's a character for sure, though."

"Oh yeah, 100%." You laugh.

"I um, I had a lot of fun today. When do you think I can see you again? Or if you want to of course, you don't have to if you don't want to and I totally get it if not." Patrick says, rambling towards the end.

"I would love to see you again, Patrick. I had a lot of fun talking to you, too." You smile.

"Cool, cool, yeah. Can I get your number? To text you when or where, y'know?" Patrick awkwardly says.

"Yeah, of course! I'll put it into your phone." You say, putting your number into his phone and giving it back to him.

"Thanks. So, I'll see you sometime soon?"

"Yup, just call or text me and set up something, I won't be doing anything on weekends so thats probably the best time for anything, or whatever." You ramble.

"I'll do that. Thank you, Y/n. So uh, bye for now?" Patrick says with a crooked smile on his face.

You have no idea where you'd gotten the courage to do so, or what was even going through your head when you gave into the urge.

"Bye, Patrick." You say quietly after leaving a small peck on Patrick's cheek.

You quickly walk out of the diner to your car, now realizing what had just happened.

"Wow, what happened? Did I just see that?" Pete says, a smirk plastered on his face.

You slam your head onto your steering wheel and grip it tightly, staying there for a while before covering your face with your hands at an attempt to cool down your burning cheeks that were only getting hotter and hotter.

"Oh my god, why did I do that? How did I do that?!" You say to yourself, your voice muffled from your hands covering your face.

"Hey, first base already, huh? Maybe you'll make it to third quicker than I thought." Pete teases, nudging your shoulder.

You uncover your face and punch Pete in the arm, earning a whine and hiss from him.

"Fuck you, Pete."

You pull your car out of the parking lot, but catch a glance of Patrick. He was holding the side of his cheek with his mouth agape, watching as you drove out.

You did that. You're the reason he has that reaction. Holy shit.

Pete turns the radio down and rolls his window that was previously down back up.

"Told you that you would like him. Do you admit I was right, now?"

"What?" You say, turning your head to look at Pete for a couple of seconds then going back to the road.

"Y'know, the whole thing about me knowing your type and exactly what you needed. Admit I'm right." Pete persists.

"What? No way, man!"

"Hmm, okay, then. Patrick and Y/n, sitting in a tree, K-I-" Pete starts to sing.

"I'll throw you out of this fucking car and make you walk, Pete, I swear I'll do it If you don't stop." You say sternly.

"I'll stop *only* if you admit I'm right!"

Pete was stubborn, and he knew you wouldn't throw him out. Trying to ignore him would prove to be useless, too, unfortunately you'd have to admit it even if you didn't want to. Because he'd never stop.

"Fine! Fine! You were right about everything! Will you shut up now?" You say, throwing up one of your hands from the steering wheel.

Pete lays back into the seat and smiles proudly, staying silent for the rest of the ride back to your apartment.

You park and sigh as you get out of the car, locking it after Pete exited.

"Well, I've gotta go now so I could go get shit for me to eat. Thank me for this later, man." Pete says, walking off to his car parked not to far from yours.

"Bye, Pete."

"God, why did I do that?" You say, throwing yourself onto your bed.

You lay there, the same thing replaying over and over again in your head. You'd be honest, you were kind of proud of yourself for actually being able to do that. You have no clue where the bravery and boldness of that action came from.

After a little while, your phone dings, indicating you had a message from someone, most likely Pete to continue to tease you.

You pick it up, only to see it was from an unknown number.

-Hey, Y/n. It's Patrick!-

You immediately get up and look at the text message closely, a smile forming on your face.

You save his phone number into your phone as a contact and quickly type out a reply.

-Hey, Patrick! What's up?-

You had the same smile plastered on your face until you remembered the kiss you gave him on his cheek before you left the diner.

Oh shit. What if he's texting me to say something about it? What if I fucked up? Oh my god.

-Nothing right now.-

Three dots appeared on the bottom left corner of the screen. Appearing, then disappearing a few times before another text was sent.

-Hey, about that kiss before you left..-

You cringe, thinking of the worst possible outcomes and messages after that text was sent.

You bite your lip out of nervousness as you type out a response.

-Sorry. I just kind of did it without thinking. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I totally understand if you're like, weirded out or something.-

-No! That's why I wanted to text you, I didn't want you to feel like it bothered me. I didn't really mind it. Like, at all.-

You look at the message and let out a sigh of relief. Calmer about the fact that he wasn't bothered by it.

-Oh okay. Cool, cool. You dont know how relieved i am to hear that '•○•-

-I was already thinking.. Maybe if you're free next Saturday, we could go downtown and just walk around and eat somewhere for lunch?-

The smile that appeared on your face was so big it started to make your jaw hurt.

-That sounds great, I would love to!-

-Awesome! I'll talk to you later, though, I have to go to sleep now so I can get up early to practice with Pete and the other guys. He'll probably give me another "motherly" lecture if I'm late and tired again.-

You laugh to yourself as you read the text. Pete has given you more than enough of those motherly like lectures Patrick just texted about, so you weren't even surprised.

-Goodnight, Y/n. I'll talk to you tomorrow?-

The three dots showed again for a brief few seconds before one final text from Patrick sent.

-Please do. Goodnight, Patrick<3-

-<3-

Your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks began to burn up even more, impossibily more.

Pete's antics of getting you out never worked and you were never fond of, but this time you're glad he forced you to this one.

Volume: ■■■■■□□□

This one took me like, a week to finish? Maybe one of the few I've ever finished this quickly. This was very very cheesy but it was really fun to write, and it's a Patrick fic, so it gets an exception. Hope you enjoyed it! I'm currently working on two other Patrick fics as you're reading this, too!

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𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader content warning: smut, porn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

ONE: TWELVE THOUSAND YEN

YOU DIDN’T HATE YOUR BOYFRIEND. That would be too far of a stretch. Yet a part of you felt smothered whenever you were around him, like the sparkle you had once been known for dimmed in his presence. You didn’t hate your boyfriend but you felt a little piece of you die whenever his lips would whisper white lies against your own. It was something remarkably strange to behold; that you could feel a sense of resentment towards someone you used to adore, and even more so that you had no idea when or where these feelings began.

If you had to guess, it was probably some time around the end of the honeymoon phase which, ironically enough, had lasted longer than you had expected it to. After the new feelings subsided and the “just because” gifts trickled to a stop, what remained was an empty shell of what your relationship used to be. Empty kisses, empty conversations, empty promises. So why were you still with him? At times, it was a convenience thing. Other days it was because you loved him. It was limbo.

You were drained.

Your boyfriend sat next to you on the couch. The two of you were watching something, some show that you couldn’t recall if your life depended on it. Six long, loving years ultimately led up to this point in time, where the two of you sat side by side watching a shitty television show leaving room for all the conversation in the world – and taking none of it. 

A part of you wished you had your own place. You used to dream about living with him. You had no idea, of course, that six years later you would be sitting here regretful you hadn’t decided to be self-reliant and get your own place.

“He said he’s about to pull up right now,” The man finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse from the harsh words he had shouted at you only a few minutes earlier. “Go outside and meet him.”

You turned towards him. “It’s cold out.”

“Yeah?” He hummed. His eyes remained trained on the TV screen. His remarkable lack of care for you could not be more obvious. “I didn’t ask.”

Feeling put down – the way you usually felt when he was around, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself – you forced a smile. Reaching for the jacket that you had strewn over the couch just a few hours ago when you had gotten home, you threw it over your shoulders. “Fine.”

You didn’t say bye. You didn’t feel a need to do so. Instead, you stood up and walked over to the front door. Giving it a good, firm tug, you pulled it open and stepped outside. Immediately, you felt the warmth beneath your skin shrivel into hiding. 

Pulling the coat tighter around you, you continued the tread down the road in solitude. You weren’t sure what you were looking for.

It was a cold night, colder than most nights this month so far. Far too cold for you to be out here by your lonesome, on some empty sidewalk at 11 or 12 at night. Mildly interested, you watched the hot air from your breath materialize into opaque clouds, grayish white against the otherwise black midnight gradient. 

It didn’t take too long before an inconspicuous vehicle pulled up next to you, right up to the curb.

You felt the pace of your heart quicken. You’d seen so many shoot-outs and drive-bys lately. God, what if something like that happened to you? Would now be a good time to start running?

The car slowed to a stop in front of you. Sleek, black, expensive-looking. Nothing at all like you had expected it to look. You swallowed the lump in your throat and, as the window began to roll down, stepped forth.

The face you were met with threw you for a loop. The description of the man your boyfriend had given you did the man absolutely no justice. He had this cute nose, one which complemented his rather feminine features – deep lilac eyes framed by long blonde lashes, perfectly arched brows, strands of hair dyed purple and blonde falling against his face in an almost delicate fashion. You had never had the pleasure of meeting the notorious Waka – the one your boyfriend hated so much. He was… actually really cute.

Waka – who appeared to share a similar sort of confusion with you –  looked you up and down. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” He said rather plainly, and then began to roll the windows up again.

“Wait!” You cried out. “I’m picking up for him. I’m his girlfriend.”

And down the windows rolled once more. You felt the intensity of his gaze as it raked itself up your now trembling form. When they settled on your face, he made a face, as if to say ‘whatever’, and reached into what appeared to be his pocket. “Just an 8th, right?”

His voice, honey-smooth, made your head spin. So much so, in fact, that you almost completely forgot where you were. “Yeah. 5000 yen, right?”

“That’s right,” He affirmed, extending his hand towards you. You produced the money from your pocket and placed it in his palm, watching his long fingers close around it. He slipped the money into an envelope. Then, with a softer gaze, he turned to you and dropped the bag into your hand. “He really made you wait out here all by yourself, doll?”

After a brief silence, you nodded. 

“He sent his girl to get his bud?” He remarked. “I know he’s mad at me, but shit.”

Pulling your little coat tighter around your body, you breathed out. The heat of it formed a small cloud in front of your face. “I’ll be alright.”

The man, taking a brief moment to look you up and down carefully, rested his arm over the car door. “Get back safe,” he hummed. 

“Thanks,” you replied. After he rolled the windows back up, you spoke to no one in particular, “You too.”

A week had passed and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. He was very attractive, objectively so. Lord knew you had questionable taste in men these days. No, that wasn't quite it. You were intrigued by him and his quiet charm.

That was it. Your boyfriend’s cohort slash dealer had piqued your interest, that was all.

“Shit, that’s strong.” 

Takeomi continued coughing to expel the smoke from his lungs. 

The two of you were sat in the middle of his room. On the floor, of course, because his bed wasn’t big enough to fit the two of you side by side. An ashtray was settled between you, along with an ice-blue bong and his favorite black lighter. 

You furrowed your brows, directing your thoughtful gaze down to the carpet below. You felt terrible about having these thoughts. It’s not like you would ever act on them, no, not in a million years. But they hadn’t gone away in a week.

 hadn’t even bothered to change. He was still wearing his work pants and the same T-Shirt he had come in wearing – a stupid one, at that.

You glanced over at your boyfriend. He was fiddling with the strings of an old guitar. Pinching a mini pipe between your fingers, you tapped the burnt remnants of the bowl you had just smoked into the ashtray. 

“Play me something, Omi,” You hummed. You were buzzed. You hadn’t smoked enough to get high just yet. You knew that shit was expensive nowadays – but you were buzzed. “Won’t you play me something nice?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he began playing a quiet tune. He fucked up one of the chords and then sighed. “I’m tired.”

“ Tired? ” You smiled. Fake, of course. “From what?”

There was some sort of bitterness between the two of you left over from one of your more serious altercations a few weeks back. To make a long story short, Takeomi hit you. He had raised his hand to you in the middle of an argument – in the middle of the mall – and he’d struck you with such force the hit had left a bruise in its wake. 

You had taken him back, of course. You loved him – you thought. Something like that. Whatever it was, you kept coming back for more. Time and time again you had tried to see the better in him, tried to allow him the time to prove that people can change… but still, that sense of disgust you get after being hurt by someone you love never truly goes away, does it?

He sighed. “Work shit.”

Work shit. It was always work shit with him. Never any details. Just Work shit.

You packed another bowl, handing the pipe to your boyfriend.

“Thanks, babe,” he grinned. Holding his lighter up to the green bud, he took a long drag, sucked it in, and then exhaled. “You hungry?”

“A little, now that you ask,” you replied. He offered you the remainder of the bowl. You took it from him but set it on the floor as you quickly decided you didn’t want it anymore. “I could go for a ham sandwich or something like that.” “Sounds good,” Your boyfriend said, voice strained while he sucked in another mouthful of smoke. “If you’re gonna make one, make me one too.”

You paused. “Oh. Okay.”

The corner store was relatively barren, as per usual. So you, a regular, strolled through the aisles with comfortable ease. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, so to speak. You were just looking to spend some money before your shift started.

You liked slow days like this. Nothing really ever happened. Being that your job was so high-paying, you were able to take it easy. You usually started work near the evening time, and you were allowed some days off here and there for no particular reason. The job in question that permitted such a lifestyle was rather demanding, though, but you couldn’t complain. Desperate times had called for desperate measures. After Takeomi had blown all of his money and landed himself in a cesspool of debt, you’d picked up a job to help out.

Carefully, you grazed your fingers over the glass bottles. You’d never been big on beer, but today seemed like a kind of day. So you bent down, letting your black miniskirt ride up because who really gave a fuck these days, and picked a pack off the shelf. Feeling a little better about the whole Takeomi situation now that you had access to means to drown out your sorrows, you sauntered over to the checkout counter. 

It took quite a bit of arm work to hoist the heavy pack onto the top, but the minimum wage worker behind the counter did not seem to appreciate the raw display of brutish strength. Standing a few inches above you, she had her arms crossed over the front of her form-fitting uniform. The little brunette smacked on the pink bubblegum stuck in her teeth. 

“I’m gonna need to see ID” She mumbled. 

Your smile faded slightly. “Sure, okay.” 

Reaching back into the pink crossbody purse you had brought, you pulled out your wallet. You popped it open and began quickly flipping through its contents. A few moments spent searching revealed that your Non-Driver’s ID was nowhere to be found.

You felt your heart sink through the floor. “Shit,” you hissed. You flipped through your wallet one more time to no avail. “I don’t think I have it on me.”

“Okay, well,” The girl paused for a moment. You knew she didn’t believe a word that had just come out of your mouth. “You know I can’t sell to you without an ID, right?”

You sighed. “Not even for 2000 yen?”

She stood still, lips pressed thin with her bored eyes resting on your worried face. She didn’t look amused. “No."

26. You were 26 years old, and here you were, still being carded. What made matters worse? The girl behind the counter looked to be at least 5 years younger than you.

“If you’re not buying anything please step to the side,” She waved you off. 

What a dick. You still obeyed, of course, but shit. 

“You really can’t tell I’m not a teenager?” You thought out loud, more to yourself than anyone else. Not like the girl acknowledged you, but still.

“I’ll be with you in a minute, ma’am,” She replied. She turned the other way, towards the customer who had been behind you in line – apparently. You hadn’t seen him step behind you – and offered in a much nicer tone, “I’m sorry about that. Are you ready to check out?’

“Just this and a pack of Mevius lights,” He spoke.

Finding it a little infuriating that this man was receiving service when you weren’t even finished checking out, you whipped your head around. You felt a strange sensation squeeze your heart when you immediately recognized the man who was checking out.

Standing there at eye level with you – maybe even a little higher – was a man of feminine nature with a pretty face and a pretty nose. His blonde-purple hair was near unmistakable.

He had this cute nose, one which complemented his rather feminine features – deep lilac eyes framed by long blonde lashes, perfectly arched brows, strands of hair dyed purple and blonde falling against his face in an almost delicate fashion. 

Waka in the wild. Who would have thought.

Your heart squeezed again when you realized he was looking right at you. 

“Hey,” you offered rather lamely.

The pretty man nodded his regards to you, sliding his own ID card onto the countertop. “Hey,” he replied. “Take’s girl, right?”

Part of you was flattered that he’d cared enough to remember you after one interaction. Part of you felt a little let down at the prospect of being reduced to Takeomi’s girlfriend, especially in the presence of such an attractive specimen. But, still, you forced a smile and said. “Yeah.”

The girl at the register placed the pack of cigarettes on the counter, right next to the brown bottle he had given her. From here, you could just barely make out the words on the label; Don Julio.  

She pressed some keys at the register and then hummed. “9517 yen.”

Waka took his ID off the counter, tucked it away into his wallet, and then brought forth a black card. “Let me get the beer, too.”

The girl behind the register paused. She glanced between you and the man and then sighed. She typed some more numbers into her stupid little register and added, “12,017 yen.”

She took the card from between his fingers. After a quick swipe and a few more key presses, she handed the card back to him – along with a receipt this time. 

“Thanks,” He hummed. Slipping both the card and the receipt back into his wallet, he folded it up and put it back in his pocket. Without much of a signal of departure, he set out for the door, then he paused. As he turned to you, his blond hair slid over his shoulder like silky drapes over a grand window. His lips, pink, plump, kissable, uttered the words, “You coming?”

And come you sure did (pause). 

You speed-walked out of the store, right alongside him.

When the two of you were a safe distance away, he dropped the case of beer into your arms. 

“Wait, hold on,” you said, fumbling for the opening of your purse while simultaneously trying not to drop the beer on his foot. “What was it, 2500 yen?”

He braced his hand on the beer box, helping you steady yourself. When you returned your gaze to his pretty face, he was shaking his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he muttered.

You froze for a moment, hand still stuck in your purse. “You sure?”

“Positive,” he replied. When he saw you stumble a bit trying to regain your posture, he reached for the box of beers again. “You got a pen?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you nodded. You searched for a pen, which you then placed in his hand. You let him put his hands on the box. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said rather noncommittally. He was scribbling something on the beer box. After recapping the pen, he handed it back to you. “I’ll see you around.”

You couldn’t quite see what he had written, and you had barely had enough time to strike up a conversation, let alone ask the man what he had just scribbled on your beer box. So, instead, you watched the man take a few steps back and hop onto a bike – his bike, you assumed, as it looked like he was the one who had parked the thing there. It was still running. 

He turned his head to look you up and down one more time. “Oh,” he added like it was an afterthought. “Tell your man I said hi.”

God, his voice made you weak at the knees. Fighting the heat that threatened to take over your face if you continued looking at the soft-spoken man, you averted your eyes to the gravel below – head bowed. “I will.”

You watched him pull off. 

Out of sheer curiosity, you turned the beer box on its side to see what he had written. 

Then you felt the warmth begin to crawl up your neck and spread onto your face as you spotted a series of digits written there in black ink – a number. 

As the sound of his motorbike faded into the night, his words played on repeat in the back of your mind. 

I’ll see you around.