#just let me print from my phone 😭😭😭😭😭

[castielsprostate]

i think printers are the most evil things ever created actually. death by a thousand hammers

[twistedreads]

Long way home— Nick Leister

summary- You and Nick are long distance and you decide to surprise him, now he can't seem to keep his hands to himself

warnings- smut, oral sex, P in V (😭) dirty talk, angst, funny, cute

a/n— I don't know why I haven't seen stories about Nick from my fault London, he's literally so fine.

Masterlist. part 2

The moment your plane touched down, your heart raced.

It had been months since you last saw Nick in person. Long-distance had been harder than either of you expected—late-night calls, time zones making everything more complicated, missing each other in ways that words could never quite capture. And now, finally, you were here.

Nick had been going through a lot lately. You could hear it in his voice, even when he tried to pretend everything was fine. You hated being so far away when he needed you most, and that was why you were here now—to surprise him.

His dad, William, had been in on it from the start. The moment you told him your plan, he had been more than happy to help.

“He won’t stop talking about how much he misses you,” William had told you over the phone. “Trust me, this is gonna be the best surprise of his life.”

Now, as you stood at the arrivals gate, your suitcase in hand, you spotted William almost immediately. He was standing near the railing, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

“There she is,” he greeted, pulling you into a hug. “Long flight?”

“Long enough,” you chuckled, pulling back.

“Well, let’s get you to the house before Nick starts suspecting anything.”

When you arrived at Nick’s house, William let you in and told you to make yourself comfortable.

“Nick’s out for a bit,” he said, grabbing his keys. “I have to run an errand, so just hang tight. Shouldn’t be long.”

You nodded, setting your bag down, already picturing Nick’s reaction when he saw you. But before you could get too deep in thought, a voice called from upstairs.

“Mom, did you steal my charger again? I swear to—”

A girl appeared at the top of the staircase, stopping mid-sentence when she saw you.

She had long, dark curly hair, an oversized hoodie that looked three sizes too big, and an expression that went from confused to amused in about three seconds flat.

“Well, unless Nick’s Dad had a secret love child in Spain, I’m guessing you’re Nick’s girl.”

You blinked before laughing, immediately liking her. “Yeah. That would be me.”

She leaned against the railing, eyeing you with a smirk. “Huh. Thought you were a catfish.”

You gasped, mock-offended. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, come on. Nick landing a girl like you? Suspicious.”

That made you laugh harder, and suddenly, you knew—you and Noah were going to get along just fine.

She came down the stairs, plopping onto the couch across from you. “So, what’s the plan? You surprising him?”

“Yeah, his dad’s helping me set it up.”

“Oh, he’s gonna lose his mind,” she mused, shaking her head. “I swear, he mopes around this house like a sad Victorian widow when he talks about missing you.”

You snorted. “That bad?”

“Worse,” she said. “I was starting to think I’d have to print a picture of you and tape it to his pillow just to stop the sighing.”

You were wheezing at this point.

Then, out of nowhere, she sighed dramatically, leaning back. “Anyway, what about you? Spain treating you well, or did some asshole break your heart?”

“No heartbreak for me,” you replied. “What about you?”

Noah let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, you mean did my boyfriend of three years cheat on me with my best friend after I moved here?”

Your mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.”

“Oh, I wish,” she said, shaking her head. “I was over here unpacking boxes, and meanwhile, he was back home unpacking my best friend’s pants.”

You gasped, your jaw practically on the floor. “That fucking asshole.”

Noah grinned, pointing at you. “See? I like you.”

A little while later, Nick finally got home.

William played his part perfectly, calling him downstairs under the excuse of You��ve got a package.

Nick, completely unbothered, walked into the living room, rubbing his neck. “What kind of package?”

That was your cue.

You stepped out from the kitchen, your heart pounding.

“Me.”

Nick froze.

For a solid three seconds, he didn’t move—just stared at you, his brown eyes wide like he was afraid you might disappear if he blinked.

Then, before you could even breathe, he crossed the room in seconds, his arms wrapping tight around you, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“No fucking way,” he muttered into your hair, his voice shaky, disbelieving, as he held onto you like his life depended on it. “You’re really here?”

“I’m really here,” you whispered back.

Nick pulled back slightly, his hands cradling your face, his eyes scanning every inch of you, like he needed to memorize you all over again. Then, without hesitation, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, like he was still in shock, but then it deepened, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Noah, from the couch, made a dramatic gagging sound.

“God, you two are disgusting.”

Nick, without looking away from you, smirked. “Jealous?”

“Not even remotely,” she deadpanned, shaking her head. “I’m happy for you, but if I hear any gross couple shit in the next hour, I’m moving out.”

Nick chuckled before kissing you again, softer this time.

“I can’t believe you did this,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I missed you,” you admitted, your fingers tangling in his hoodie.

“Missed you doesn’t even cover it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

You smiled, and he smiled back.

Yeah, this was home.

Nick had never smiled this much in his life.

From the moment he saw you standing in his house, everything inside him felt lighter, like he could finally breathe again. You were here, and that was all that mattered.

And now, he wasn’t letting you go.

After a slow morning filled with teasing from Noah and warm smiles from William, you finally got to meet Ella.

You hadn’t expected it—you thought she was at work, but she had come home early, only to find you sitting in the kitchen with Noah, laughing over some ridiculous story about Nick from when he was younger.

“Oh,” she said, stopping in the doorway. “You must be her.”

Nick, who had just walked in to grab a drink, groaned. “Not you too, Ella.”

Ella smiled, stepping forward to shake your hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said warmly, before side-eyeing Nick. “Mostly from this one.”

You grinned, shooting Nick a look. “Is that so?”

Nick rubbed his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Dunno what you lot are talking about.”

Ella chuckled, patting his cheek. “Sweetheart, you can’t go from moping around the house like a lovesick fool to grinning like an idiot the second she walks through the door and expect us not to notice.”

Nick groaned, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. “Alright, we’re leaving now—bye, everyone.”

Noah cackled behind you.

“Where are we going?” you asked as Nick led you outside, his fingers still wrapped around yours.

“Taking you out.”

You stopped when you saw which car he was leading you to.

A sleek black racing car sat in the driveway, looking like something straight out of an action movie.

“You’re letting me in one of these?” you asked, eyes widening.

Nick smirked, opening the passenger door for you. “Love, I don’t just let anyone in my cars.”

You rolled your eyes but climbed in, your pulse spiking when he got in beside you, his hands moving effortlessly over the controls.

The moment he pulled onto the road, the engine purred, the world around you turning into a blur as he sped through the streets.

“Nick—!” you gasped, gripping the seat, but the laughter bubbling in your chest betrayed you.

Nick glanced at you, his grin wild, free. “You scared?”

“No—just mentally preparing for death.”

He chuckled, his fingers briefly reaching over to squeeze your thigh. “I got you, love.”

And the thing was—you believed him.

Nick drove like he did everything else—reckless, passionate, and completely in control. The wind whipped through your hair as he shifted gears, the car hugging every turn like it was an extension of him.

It was thrilling.

It was him.

And when he finally slowed down, pulling up to a scenic overlook, you were breathless.

“That,” you exhaled, “was actually kind of amazing.”

Nick smirked. “Told you.”

He turned off the engine but didn’t move, just watching you. The city stretched out beneath you both, but all you could feel was the heat of his gaze.

“You look good in my car,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach fluttered. “You look good everywhere.”

Nick chuckled, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered.

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Me neither.”

And then he kissed you—soft, slow, like he wanted to make up for every second you had been apart.

The two of you spent hours out together—grabbing food, catching up on everything you had missed.

Eventually, the conversation turned to Noah.

“So, how are you feeling about the whole step-sibling thing?” you asked as you twirled your straw in your drink.

Nick shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not bad, actually. She’s kind of cool. Annoying, but cool.”

“She said the same thing about you.”

Nick snorted. “Figures.”

You traced over his wrist, where you knew his rope knot tattoo was.

“Still wild that you and Noah have the same tattoo.”

“Right? I thought she was messing with me at first,” Nick said, rubbing the ink absentmindedly. “But nah, we both got it for different reasons. It’s kinda weirdly fitting, though. Feels like she was always meant to be around.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’m glad you have her.”

Nick tilted his head, studying you.

“You’re my person,” he murmured. “But yeah… she’s kinda like the sister I never had.”

..

By the time you got back to Nick’s house, it was late. Noah was in her room, and William and Ella had already gone to bed, leaving just you and Nick as he led you upstairs to his room.

The moment the door shut, Nick was on you. His hands roamed your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips. A shiver ran down your spine as his lips pressed against your neck, sending sparks of electricity through your veins.

“Nick—” you started, but he hummed against your skin, not having it.

“Mm?”

“I need to shower.”

He grinned, his hands slipping lower. “You smell fine to me.”

“Nick—” you giggled, pushing at his chest, but he was stubborn.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you here?” he murmured, his lips now brushing against your cheek.

Your breath hitched.

“I’m savoring it.”

You swallowed hard, a flush rising to your cheeks as his words sent a thrill through you. You’d missed him—missed the way he made you feel—and now that you were finally together again, you couldn’t deny the hunger that had been building inside you.

“You’re needy.”

Nick smirked, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him. “You love it.”

You let out a laugh, fingers threading through his curls as you looked at him, taking in every detail—the warmth in his brown eyes, the slight flush on his skin, the way he was completely and utterly yours.

“I do love it,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Nick’s smirk faded, replaced by something deeper, something softer as his eyes searched yours.

And then, as if the words alone had unraveled something inside him, you saw the shift—the way his entire expression melted, the way his hands tightened around your waist like he needed to memorize the feel of you.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, fingers trailing gently along his jaw.

Nick let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling heavier as his eyes flickered over every inch of your face. Then, without hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours.

This time, there was no teasing, no playful smirk—just pure, unfiltered emotion. The kiss was deep, slow, desperate, like he was pouring every unspoken word into it, like he needed you closer, needed you more than air itself.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer, and you let him, sinking into him, knowing that this—this—was exactly where you belonged.

Nick’s hands slipped under your shirt, fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, and you felt your nipples harden in response. He groaned, his lips trailing down your skin, and you swore your knees nearly buckled beneath you.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his body covering yours as he kissed you—deep, hard. You felt his cock press against your thigh, knowing he was just as turned on as you were.

As he broke away, gasping for air, his eyes locked onto yours. “I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Your heart raced as you nodded, anticipation thrumming through you. Nick’s hands moved to undress you, slowly peeling away each layer. When the last of your clothing fell away, his gaze roamed over your body, drinking in the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice laced with awe. The soft glow of the night’s light cascaded over your bare skin, highlighting every curve and detail as he looked at you, completely captivated.

His fingers traced your body, sending shivers down your spine before he pressed another soft kiss to your lips. Then his mouth wandered lower, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His hands explored you, deliberate and slow, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

A soft breath escaped you as your back arched slightly off the bed, drawn into the heat of his touch.

Nick’s face dipped between your legs, his tongue tracing over your pussy, and a moan built in your throat.

“Hello, beautiful,” he breathed against your core once he got a full view of it. “Long time no see.”

You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes—until his tongue pressed against your folds, and laughter was quickly replaced by a sharp, pleasure-filled gasp.

Nick pulled away slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, watching you with a knowing expression.

“You have to be quiet, love,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper. “Wouldn’t want to wake my parents or Noah, now would we?”

His hands glided over your inner thighs, his touch teasing, deliberate.

A shudder ran through you as he continued, the intensity building until you instinctively bit down on your fist to stifle the moans threatening to escape.

Nick chuckled at the sight, his grip tightening slightly. “That’s better,” he mused before returning to his slow, unrelenting pace.

He licked you, his tongue stroking your clit, and you let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, Nick, that feels so good,” you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair.

His voice was a low rumble. “You taste amazing, baby. I’ve missed this so much.”

His tongue delved deeper, making your body tremble.

Your back arched, hips lifting off the bed, but his hands grasped your hips, holding you in place.

“More, Nick, please,” you begged, your voice breathless.

His tongue was relentless, his strokes precise, and you felt yourself building toward a climax.

“You’re so close, baby, I can feel it,” he murmured against your skin.

You bit your lip hard, his words a steady stream of encouragement.

“Come on, baby, let go. I’ve got you.”

The pleasure built, and you felt yourself unraveling. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed over you, your hips moving against his mouth as he helped you ride out the pleasure.

When sensitivity took over, you pushed his head away.

Nick lifted himself up, hovering over you, amusement flickering in his gaze.

“You still with me?” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You blinked open your eyes, a dazed smile tugging at your lips as you slowly nodded, satisfaction evident in the way your body melted beneath him.

But before he could say anything, you pressed your hands to his shoulders, pushing him back.

Nick let out a surprised chuckle, his smirk returning as you climbed over him, straddling his hips with newfound confidence.

“Oh, taking charge now, are we?” he mused, hands finding your waist.

You tugged at his shirt. “You’re overdressed,” you murmured.

Nick’s smirk widened.

“Let’s change that, shall we?”

Without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, revealing the lean, toned definition of his body.

Your gaze raked over him, drinking in every detail.

“God, you’re so sexy,” you murmured, tracing your fingers over the firm planes of his chest.

Nick hummed in pleasure. “Say it again.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear.

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered, your voice softer this time, laced with something deeper than just attraction.

Nick exhaled slowly, like the words physically affected him.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he murmured.

His fingers tightened on your waist.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” he whispered.

Your breath caught.

“Then don’t look away.”

Nick smirked.

“Oh, trust me, love—I wouldn’t dare.”

Then he kissed you, and everything else faded away.

Nick’s lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was raw, urgent, and completely unrestrained. His hands roamed your body with a desperation that sent shivers down your spine, fingers digging into your hips as if grounding himself in the reality of having you here.

Your hands moved instinctively, sliding down his chest, feeling the defined ridges of his muscles beneath your fingertips. When you reached the waistband of his pants, you didn’t hesitate, fingers working to undo his belt.

Nick let out a low, satisfied hum against your lips, his smirk returning.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased, voice thick with amusement.

You pulled back just slightly, lips still brushing against his, your fingers continuing their slow work.

“Just helping you out,” you murmured playfully. Then, with a smirk of your own, you whispered, “Can I put you in my mouth?”

The moment those words left your lips, you felt his cock twitch beneath you.

“Fuck yes, please,” he groaned, voice strained with need.

You giggled as he quickly helped you remove his pants and boxers, leaving you both bare. Your eyes trailed down his body, drinking him in—the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the way his cock stood thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip.

You licked your lips before leaning down, your hand wrapping around his length.

Nick’s head fell back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as you began to stroke him, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched when you finally pressed your lips against the tip, teasing him with soft kisses before taking him into your mouth.

His hands immediately tangled in your hair, his grip tightening as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Oh, baby… that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, voice husky with pleasure.

You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk slightly. Encouraged by his reaction, you took him deeper, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you worked him with your lips and hands.

Nick’s breathing grew heavier, his grip on your hair tightening as he watched you. His eyes were dark, full of lust and admiration as he whispered, “You look so pretty sucking me off.”

That praise alone sent heat pooling between your legs. Your clit throbbed with need, but right now, your focus was on him. You wanted to watch him unravel beneath you, wanted to make him fall apart.

As you continued to take him deeper, his breathing turned ragged. His fingers flexed in your hair, his hips twitching beneath you.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice strained.

You didn’t stop. Instead, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, determined to take every drop of him.

With a sharp moan, his body tensed, and you felt him pulse against your tongue. A moment later, he came with a groan, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, your tongue teasing him one last time before pulling away.

Nick’s chest rose and fell heavily as he came down from his high. When he finally opened his eyes, they were filled with something deep, something beyond lust.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, reaching up to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You grinned, playfully straddling his thighs. “I know.”

Nick let out a breathless laugh, his hands instinctively settling on your waist. But before he could say anything else, he reached toward the nightstand, fingers fumbling for the drawer.

Your hand gently wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.

He looked at you, brows furrowed in question.

“You don’t have to,” you murmured, voice soft but certain. “I’m on the pill.”

For a moment, Nick just stared at you, lips parting slightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, something deeply satisfied flashing across his face.

“Is that so?” he murmured, his voice lower now, thick with something that made your stomach tighten.

You hummed in confirmation, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock again, stroking him back to full hardness.

“God, you’re killing me here, babe,” he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening.

Smiling, you lifted yourself up and lined him up with your entrance. His eyes locked onto yours, the heat in them undeniable. Then, slowly, you sank down onto him, gasping at the fullness.

Nick’s fingers dug into your waist, his breath hitching as he felt you completely wrapped around him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice raw.

Once you were fully seated on him, he gave you a moment to adjust, his hands caressing your hips, grounding you. A few seconds passed before you started to move, rolling your hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

Nick’s hands roamed up your torso, reaching your breasts. His fingers played with your nipples, tweaking and pinching them just enough to make you whimper.

“You have the most beautiful tits,” he groaned, voice husky. “I love the way they bounce when you ride me.”

You clenched around him at his words, a moan slipping past your lips.

Leaning forward, your breasts brushed against his chest as you picked up the pace, chasing the pleasure pooling in your stomach.

Nick’s hands slid down to your ass, gripping it tightly before delivering a sharp slap that made you gasp. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“You like that?” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

“Yes,” you admitted breathlessly, moving faster now, grinding your hips against his. Every time you moved, your clit brushed against him, sending pleasure coursing through you.

Nick’s words became filthier, his whispers hot against your ear. “You’re so wet, baby. I can feel your juices dripping down my cock.”

“Nick,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re so fucking big.”

After a while, your movements slowed, your legs burning with exhaustion.

Nick noticed immediately, his grip on your waist tightening. Without a word, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him.

“My turn,” he murmured, his smirk wicked as he thrust into you.

You let out a sharp cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started to fuck you in deep, hard strokes.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing and pinching, sending you hurtling toward your climax.

“You’re so close, baby,” he groaned. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

You nodded frantically, pleasure consuming every part of you.

Nick’s thrusts grew faster, more desperate.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he cursed, his voice strained.

The moment you felt him pulse inside you, your own orgasm tore through you, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your body shook as you moaned his name, nails raking down his back as he held you close.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled together, chests rising and falling in sync.

Nick pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice full of emotion.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you more.”

Nick let out a soft chuckle, his arms tightening around you.

“Not possible.”

[uceyliyahh]

I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍↕️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!” She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️

[rhaeverie]

Crayon Confessions – njm

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

‣ warnings: genuinely don't think there's anything, low-key rushed ending

‣ an: this is honestly not my best but FINALLY MY LAST PART OF THE SERIES IM CELEBRATING YIPEEEEEE—yes i know this is set in december and its now may but it's bc this was supposed to be posted during the holidays 😭 my dumbass overestimated my capabilities and school got in the way but all that matters is that i actually finished a 12 part series?? patting myself on the back,, ANYWAYS to those who actually followed my series I thank you so much. PLS ENJOY THIS! <33

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You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids. And within the past few months, Na Jaemin has been fighting his way to the top of that list despite (technically) fitting under that second category. 

The more time you spent with him, the more you were able to make out that Jaemin obviously wanted to make a name for himself rather than being lumped into a handful of men—and you didn’t like it.

You’ve only known the guy just shy of six months, having chosen to volunteer at the community centre since July, and he’s managed to shimmy his way into your life like it was his purpose. And it makes you angry because he was perfect—perhaps as perfect as the dozens of fictional men you’ve crushed on.

Only Jaemin wasn’t fictional. 

In fact, he was sitting two tables away from you, helping the kids spell out the words they needed to include in the holiday greetings cards. 

“You’re staring again.” 

Giselle presses her lips into a tight line to keep her laugh from bursting out. 

Your eyes widened, trying to recollect yourself when you realized that you were, in fact, staring at Jaemin, “Was I being obvious?” 

Giselle hums, tilting her head to muster up an answer, “Mm… a little?”

“Not a little. A lot.” 

You and Giselle turn to Lily, one of the kids you’ve both grown close to over the past few months. You raise a brow at her, “Aren’t you supposed to be making these cards?” 

Lily snickers and goes back to her given task of colouring a poorly printed Santa Claus. You turn back to Giselle, who’s already offering an apologetic look because kids are blunt. 

“Okay, you were more than a little bit obvious but that boy was too oblivious to notice,” she shrugs, “I think, at least.” Giselle taps the pile of finished cards against the table to line them all up before placing them again at the centre of the table.

You groan, tempted to bang your head against the shared table in front of you. “Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not,” Giselle snorts, “But I really don’t think he saw you. He’s too busy with the kids.” She nods her head in Jaemin’s direction and your eyes follow without a second thought.

The sight was one you’ve seen countless times yet it still makes you swoon every time you lay eyes on the scene. Jaemin’s perfect smile is etched on his face as he leans over one of the youngest kids, fixing the way the boy is holding the marker. The boy lets out a little giggle, reciprocating the smile on the elder’s face.

“Look away before you lose yourself again,” Giselle teases, using her index finger to turn your face away from Jaemin’s direction. Giselle immediately notices the way a look of sheepishness replaces your charmed expression. She pats your shoulder, almost coming in the form of a push, “I bet if you asked him out he would say yes.”

“I’ll only ask him out if I’m sure he likes me back,” you whisper. “I have literal receipts of clues that he does like you back,” Giselle threatens to pull her phone out despite your organizer discouraging the use of any devices during the shifts. 

You shake your head, head mentally raking through all the times you Jaemin had made you feel like sinking into the hard cold cement. “Those were just times I was overthinking everything… I’m sure he’s just naturally nice.”

“Well, he is naturally nice,” Giselle nods, “But you can’t tell me that all the things he’s done were done solely to be nice.” Giselle leans back on her chair and narrows her eyes at you, “He’s too old to be on Santa’s list anyway.” 

“I don’t consider holding the door open for me and bringing me hot chocolate that one time as clues.” 

One of the other little girls pushes an unfinished piece of paper and the small baby safety scissors your way. By reflex, you pick it up from where she started having trouble, snipping away the excess paper before handing it back for her to glue onto construction paper. 

“How about that one time he walked you home?”

“He said he was going to his grandma’s—” you counter.

“Could’ve been an excuse,” Giselle shrugs, “Real reason could be he wanted to spend time with you without having to ask for it.” 

“I was wrong. I think you’re the delusional one here,” you narrow your eyes and tap your feet against the floor underneath you. Jaemin was Jaemin. Soon after meeting him, you caught on to the fact that he was naturally playful, almost coming off as a flirt to everyone he encountered. 

“I’m not being delusional,” Giselle rolls her eyes and leans in closer to you so that whatever comes out of her mouth next can’t be heard by anyone around you, “Do you want me to list everything that’s happened between him and you over the past few months? ‘Cause you’re asking for it.”

You shake your head, already knowing which ones she’d list. Giselle already told you that if she could, she’d make a PowerPoint presentation of Top 10 Jaemin and Y/N Moments for fun, but you were lucky that she had been swamped in both school and volunteer work to even start it. 

“You’re acting like I’m not the one who’s told you these things,” you blink, “And like I said, any of them could be a product of delusion.” 

Giselle peeks over at you through the corners of her eyes and smirks, “Oh, but there are ones that you haven’t seen that I have…”

And just like that, Giselle has all of your attention. It’s like she’s grasping it with the tips of her fingers, playing with it to tease you. 

“Like?” You gesture for her to begin, not wanting to waste a single passing second.

Another kid at the table holds up her card for Giselle to see, “Miss Giselle, how does it look?” 

Giselle’s eyes light up and she smiles, “I love how you coloured the tree, Nari! Do you need help cutting it out?” 

Nari shakes her head, “I’ll try myself first.”

Giselle nods, “Sounds good to me!” Then once she’s sure that Nari is back and busy with the paper tree, she turns back to you, “Do you want it in chronological order?”

Your brows furrow, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

She hums and begins, “You know how you came when me and Jaemin have already been here for a little while?” 

You nod.

“Well, Jaemin, every single day since we both started, kept his things in that one corner locker. He told me once he hated the other lockers with a passion but never really told me why. It was actually hilarious because there was one shift when Jisung came earlier than he did and he snatched it before Jaemin and Jaemin told him off,” Giselle snorted, recalling the memory, “It was stupid. I remember telling Jaemin to let the boy be, but he was… territorial? I don’t know how to word it.” 

“Where are you going with this?” you say impatiently.

“I’m getting there,” she huffs, “Anyway, when you came, you were stuck with that one locker at the top, right?”

You nod again.

“I remember you kept complaining to me about hating the locker—”

“It was too high for me to even reach the hook!” You say.

“I know, but that’s beside the point,” Giselle laughs, “My point is the very next day, Jaemin came early for the shift and instead of taking that corner locker, he claimed that top locker despite his usual one being free. It’s been that way ever since. Now you always take that corner one.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘And?’” Giselle’s jaw drops, “Don’t you see? He was territorial over a damn locker and when you came along, he went out of his way to move lockers just because he saw you were struggling with the top one.” “He’s just being ni—”

“Do I need to remind you that Ningning, who’s shorter than you, literally complained about the same thing and he didn’t do shi—” Giselle catches herself from swearing, remembering the setting, “—Anything to help her?”

You don’t reply and Giselle takes this as a sign to continue, “Then, there have been those days you come to a shift tired because you’ve been awake since dawn because of your eight AMs, right?” You don’t do anything but blink and Giselle continues, “I’ve seen that man go out of his way to take up some of your harder tasks just so your shift is easier and you can relax. But when I come to the shifts tired and you’re not there and he is, he just laughs in my face!” 

You laugh because it just sounds like Giselle’s taking this as an opportunity to rant to you about her playful rivalry with Jaemin. 

“Don’t laugh! Can’t you see where I’m going with my examples?” she whines, “I know you’re smart, Y/N!”

You shake your head, “I need you to explain it more bluntly, Gi.” 

Giselle facepalms, a sigh flying out of her lips, “What I’m saying is that Jaemin pays attention to you more than you think… he treats you a hundred times better than any of us but, obviously, you’re too blind to see it because you’re still hung up on the idea that he’s just ‘being nice’.”

You swallow a pool of spit you didn’t even know was sitting in your mouth and you process your friend’s explanation. The idea of the possibility of Jaemin actually liking you back was something you thought about once in a while, but it was usually in your bed right before you went to sleep giggling. Never did these thoughts appear in broad daylight, much less with Jaemin sitting just yards away.

The thought tickles your stomach and you wanna say something to Giselle, though you’re unsure what. And before you could bring yourself to open your mouth, you felt a light tap against your shoulder.

“Miss Y/N?” 

You’re punted out of your thoughts when one of the little boys from Jaemin’s table appears to your left, entering your line of sight.

“Hi, Junnie! What’s up?” you bend down slightly at the waist, eyeing the card and the crayon he’s holding in his hand. 

He makes no effort to say anything else. Instead, he holds out the two items in his small hands, waiting for you to take them. When you gently do, he takes a step back, holding his arms behind his back to watch you read the card.

The front of the card was just a normal card, the greeting ‘Happy Holidays’ written on the front in a child’s handwriting in red and green crayon. Underneath the words was a Christmas tree, glued on there by, who you assumed was, Junnie. 

Then, when you open it, your heart skips a beat and a half. 

In crayon, in messy yet very cute writing you read: 

Are you a Christmas tree? 

Because I'm really pining fir you!

Dinner date?

“It’s from Mister Jaemin,” Junnie says from behind the card. He’s teetering on the balls of his feet, cheeks being pushed up by his smile.

Your heart is now pounding against your chest because it is all playing out perfectly, like how it would in a movie. With Giselle telling you things you’ve never noticed before, to you denying, and now Junnie was just sent by Jaemin to send you this cute little letter to confess to you—you’re not sure how to react.

“Oh, really?” you question.

“Really?” Giselle gasps from next to you. 

Your eyes immediately dart across the room and to the mentioned boy, who’s awfully pretending to busy himself with the scraps of paper littering the table.

“What’s your answer?” Junnie questions.

Embarrassingly, you don’t even hesitate to scribble down your answer underneath the question. Handing it back to Junnie, you wave for him to come closer and you bring your mouth up to his ear, “Can you help me play a small trick on Mister Jaemin?” 

Junnie nods, a mischievous smile appearing almost instantly on his face.

“When you go over there to give him this, I want you to pretend to be sad, okay? Make him think it’s not a yes.” 

Junnie struggles to contain his smile before nodding once more, then turns to make his way back to Jaemin.

You follow the young boy with your eyes, watching as he does his very best to maintain a poker face. You watch as Jaemin turns to him, a look of confusion surfacing his face when he sees that Junnie is not smiling like he had anticipated and you can’t help but snicker.

The moment Junnie’s within hearing vicinity, Jaemin says something to him that you obviously couldn’t hear. Junnie glances back at you and then reveals your answer to Jaemin and you know he’s done it the second Jaemin’s face lights up. 

You chuckle as Jaemin looks up at you, his face breaking into a wide smile. He waves at you shyly, like a bashful kid, before silently mouthing, "Tomorrow?"

You nod, warmth spreading across your cheeks. Giselle makes a comment over your shoulder but you don’t quite catch it, the cells in your body buzzing in excitement. 

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

taglist: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @reignessance

an: 12/12!! This was poorly proofread so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes but I wanted to finish this so I can work on other wips!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS,, THANK YOU!

[stilljuststardust]

I don't know. What should I do? 😭 If you were in my place what would u do?..

I'm literally so lost. Right now. Like I feel like I'm in a slump, rut, a cycle of "read Tumblr posts, try, fall, repeat" how do I break free from this???? I genuinely just want to shift. Or live my dream life.

God I'm so done. Ever since I found out abt void (or got into reality shifting) I've put hold on life ever since, it'll be almost an year, I really don't want to keep living like this, it's like god. I can't. I just want to leave this reality. I'm so done. I want to enter void state. I just. God. Oh my god. I can't. I've idolized these things so much I know but these are my only saviors. I do believe all of this is real, but I don't trust my own ability, I know, I've been trying for so long, am I even trying at this point? I know i should give up, but how? I just can't keep living like this, it's hell...

Hello love, turn off your phone.

1. Save what you need to

Find a handful of concise posts that center you and remind you who you are and what you are capable of/remind you that manifestation isn't actually hard

Screenshot them, save them, print them out, whatever you need to but save them in a way that doesn't require you to reopen Tumblr. Maybe make a google doc with them/any links to videos or subliminals that you ground yourself with

2. Address your phone addiction

I fell down a rabbit hole on dopamine addiction a couple months back and I've learned a bit about it. If you want to stop overconsumption you have to stop doomscrolling.

Don't put your phone by your bed. Do not let the first thing you do in the morning be checking your notifications and scrolling.

"think of it as a lemon that you're squeezing the juice out of right? ...at the very beginning you can squeeze very little and you can get a lot of juice out of. But at the very end you need something very very powerful to squeeze out the remaining juice. So the more dopaminergic the task the less dopamine you need to engage in the activity " - DR K

The problem is your phone releases INSANE amounts of dopamine. It's this flashing color crack box that immediately spends all of that dopamine and because you used it first thing you need extremely dopaminergic activities or you can't focus.

Other extremely dopaminergic things include: video games, pornography, seeing people you hate attempt to bleach their hair, gambling, etc.

If you're trying to kick your phone addiction there's a couple things to remember:

You are going to get through the first day and think "I'm doing so well what's a TikTok break going to hurt" DONT FALL FOR IT. Your brain is lying to you. If you were good at moderation you wouldn't be trying to kick the addiction in the first place

It's ok to be bored. You have to accept being bored. It's good for your brain. Be bored.

Do not quit because you tripped up. The best advice I've heard for addiction is not to treat it as "I have to have an unbroken streak" this leads people to go on benders because of small slip ups because they "ruined it anyway". Instead think in percentages. You made it through 6/7 days. That's still an improvement and yes the goal is 7/7 but you are getting there if you keep your discipline.

3. How your day should look

Wake up and take a couple minutes to affirm and saturate your mind. This is basically bragging to yourself about how much you have it and it's yours. Affirm things like "oh my god I just woke up in my DR" or "Oh my god I shifted"

Do the shit you need to do. Don't put it off. Why should your life here have to stop??

Whenever you think about the things you want remind yourself that you already have it and it's yours. Think about it as if you have it. Do saturation sessions throughout the day if you want to.

Stop searching for a new method, advice, whatever, think as if you have already manifested it instead of spiralling into "I don't have it. this next post will help me have it" Do. Not. Think. About. It. As. If. You. Don't. Have. It.

Actually stick to it. Yes even if it takes longer than you want.

Great video on saturation that you should watch: click here

What you're doing wrong

What do you mean you've put your life on hold? Please do not do that. There is no reason to. If you ignore the obvious downsides to neglecting yourself and your life, you should know that isn't helping your manifestation at all either.

Right now you're suspended in a waiting state. You're entire life revolves around "I have to figure out how to do this", "I haven't done this yet so I can't focus on anything else"

What is that telling your subconscious? That it's not here and that nothing can change.

The point of LOA is to think as if it's already here. If you put everything on hold until you have it the only state you are thinking from is "it's not here". If you were thinking from the state of having it you wouldn't be doing any of that. "I can't do ____ until this manifests" you just affirmed that it hasn't manifested/you have not shifted. Not only are you frozen in the physical world but the internal one.

"I know I should give up but how" who told you to give up? I don't think you should do that. Why would you give up on something you have?

Both manifestation and shifting work the same way. You think as if you are there or that you have what you want and the physical world has to change to fit that. Has to.

These things are not your saviors. These things are not things. They are not outside of you. It is not a magical ability you need to tap into, it is something you are already doing. Your assumptions choose what your physical world looks like 24/7. It doesn't turn off that is just how you work. Your reality has ALWAYS shifted to match your mind. You aren't harnessing anything you are just realizing your own potential.

I know it sounds absurdly simple, that's because it is. You are creating your reality. Create. Sit down and think as if it's here. Bask in having it.

Do you know what the void state is? It's you. It's your consciousness. Are you consciousness ? Then you can enter. The reason you aren't experiencing it now is just because you are telling yourself that you are your body. You are not your body. You are the consciousness. Void state is just a return to self.

It is ok to focus on yourself and your life. You are going to be ok. You are going to shift. Please please take care of yourself

Links (please)

Watch this if your forgot who TF you are (fave YouTuber at the moment)

Your only limiting belief

Robotic affirmation timer

[dilfl0v3rss]

take it

summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

me

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Haruka Isumi - 16PRODUCERS Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Haruka Isumi:

Haruka Isumi:

Haruka Isumi: Oh, you read it already

Torao Mido: What’s this? You’re early, Haruka

Haruka Isumi: So are you! Are you done with your shoot already?

Torao Mido:

Torao Mido: Are you happy?

Haruka Isumi: I'm

Haruka Isumi: I'm not not happy....

Haruka Isumi: 😑😑😑

Torao Mido: What's with that, lol

Haruka Isumi: It’s nothing!!! 😑

Torao Mido: I was supposed to do the interview during my commute, but the shoot ended earlier than expected, so I’ve got some time to kill

Torao Mido: Your text popped up the moment I opened my phone.

Haruka Isumi: Hmmmmm

Haruka Isumi: We’ve still got time. Wanna talk about something?

Torao Mido: Let’s play Word Chain [1]

Haruka Isumi: LMAO

Haruka Isumi: Are you looking to lose to me again? 🥴

Torao Mido: I'm determined to win this time. I’ve come prepared with a strategy

Haruka Isumi: That's hilarious lolol

Haruka Isumi: Well, whatever 🥴 I'll take you on! Let's start with the letter “L”!

Torao Mido: Lip

Haruka Isumi: Princess

Torao Mido: Soup

Haruka Isumi: Print

Torao Mido: Tomato ketchup

Haruka Isumi: Wait, why do you keep attacking me with words that end with "P"?!?!?!?!

Torao Mido: That’s right. Now you know I’m not the same person you're used to facing. I’ve even overcome my fear of “H”

Haruka Isumi: Why am I being repaid for that one time right now!!!

Haruka Isumi: Plastic!

Torao Mido: Crepe

Haruka Isumi: UGHHHHHHH [2]

Shiro Utsugi: Great work today, you two! Are you getting fired up talking about foods starting with “P"?

Shiro Utsugi: Pudding! I’ve been really into it lately. The firmer ones are just so delicious

Haruka Isumi: Oh

Shiro Utsugi: Eh?

Torao Mido: Guess the game’s over now

Shiro Utsugi: Wait, were you playing Word Chain?! Ahhhh, I’m so sorry!! I totally ruined it for you guys!!!

Haruka Isumi: Not at all, it's fine. Actually, I should be thanking you!! 🥴 You saved me from losing

Torao Mido: That’s alright, I’ll just keep honing my skills for the next time

Haruka Isumi: And I’ll just beat you again then! Anyway, isn't it time already? Let's begin, Utsugi-san!

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you very much 😭 Once again, we’ve been asked to capture your usual relaxed interactions, so we'll be conducting the interview in this format using Rabbit Chat!

Shiro Utsugi: Isumi-san, please tell us how you felt when you heard Mido-san would be producing you!

Haruka Isumi: To be totally honest, I really had no idea how he was going to go about producing me!

Haruka Isumi: I mean, when I think about how Torao sees me, I imagine stuff like “good at singing,” “knows a lot about sweets,” or “really good at Word Chain.” I figured he’d be thinking along those lines lol 🤔

Torao Mido: Yeah, I guess we've never really had a proper conversation about what I think you're like as an idol and all that

Torao Mido: But after listening to the song, did you get a sense of how I see you?

Haruka Isumi: Mhm. I mean, sorry if I’m wrong, but...

Haruka Isumi: Torao, do you maybe actually like me quite a bit...?

Torao Mido: Well, it's not like I dislike you, right!? What do you take me for?

Haruka Isumi: RIGHT!? That's what I thought too... it's just that the lyrics and melody were so straightforward

Haruka Isumi: It felt like you really captured me in a song. Even though it was my first time hearing it, it didn’t feel like the first time at all

Shiro Utsugi: It really is a passionate song with a strong message! Mido-san, could you please share how you decided on the direction?

Torao Mido: Haruka has always been radiant

Torao Mido: He never lies to himself about his feelings. Whether he's happy or sad, he expresses those emotions openly. I've always kind of admired that about him.

Torao Mido: He possesses the kind of overwhelming power that can pierce through the pitch-black night and propel us toward the bright blue sky. Haruka was always at the forefront, leading us to brighter places. Like a hero.

Torao Mido: I packed that strength of his into "Aoku."

Haruka Isumi: You think I’m like a hero?

Torao Mido: Yeah.

Haruka Isumi: I see... I didn't know. It’s pretty rare for you to say such things openly, so it makes me really happy

Torao Mido: I'm glad we're doing this over Rabbit Chat

Haruka Isumi: I’d rather you said it to my face!!!

Torao Mido: No way! That’d be way too embarrassing.

Haruka Isumi: Well, fair enough 😆 But y'know, I think you’re like a hero too, Torao

Torao Mido: Me?

Haruka Isumi: You faced your feelings, your scars, head-on. Ever since that day, you’ve challenged yourself in so many ways and expanded the possibilities for us — for ŹOOĻ. You’re seriously so cool

Torao Mido: Well

Torao Mido: I really am cool.

Haruka Isumi: We’re cool, you mean!

Torao Mido: Yeah. We’re cool!

Shiro Utsugi: I am currently taking a screenshot of this conversation.

Haruka Isumi: Ah, I should too!

Torao Mido: Guess I’ll do it too, then.

Shiro Utsugi: No matter what the future holds, I'm sure ŹOOĻ will be just fine. And if you ever feel disheartened, please reread the Rabbit Chats from this project.

Shiro Utsugi: Though, of course, I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen...!

Haruka Isumi: Thanks. We're counting on you, Utsugi-san

Torao Mido: Please keep looking out for us

Shiro Utsugi: ŹOOĻ is the best!

Haruka Isumi:

Torao Mido:

Haruka Isumi: It’s kinda funny seeing Torao use King Pudding stickers lmao

Torao Mido: Come on. What’s wrong with using them once in a while?

Shiro Utsugi: This happens to me as well. Whenever I use stickers while chatting with the staff, they always ask, "Is something wrong?" with concern. I guess some things just suit certain people while others don’t

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, if Utsugi-san suddenly sent me a sticker while we were talking, I’d probably wonder what was up too

Torao Mido: But his emoji choices are already so weird; isn't it too late to be surprised?

Shiro Utsugi:

Haruka Isumi: That’s kinda cute lmaoo

Shiro Utsugi: Let’s get back to the main topic. Next, I’d like to ask about the photoshoot and the costumes. The use of wires and CGI really made for such a dynamic shot!

Torao Mido: I wanted to express Haruka’s energy and strength. You can really feel that sense of him piercing through the sky, right?

Torao Mido: Even in a stifling world that's buried in asphalt and moving at a dizzying pace, with Haruka's voice, we can take off and soar anywhere.

Haruka Isumi: Hehe, Torao just keeps saying things that make me super happy

Torao Mido: Was it scary? I remember you weren’t too thrilled about bungee jumping before

Haruka Isumi: At first, I was a little nervous about whether I'd do a good job, but it turned out to be SO much fun!!! I was like, “Woah, so this is how Torao always films his stunts too? That’s awesome” 😂

Haruka Isumi: Oh, and when you called out to me, saying, “I know you can do it,” it made me really happy.

Torao Mido: I meant every word. I believe in you, Haruka

Haruka Isumi: Yeah! Thanks. By the way, how did you decide on the costume? I didn’t think both my knees would be exposed like that 😆

Torao Mido: Heroes usually show some leg, don’t they?

Haruka Isumi: The heck? LOL. Then you should've had both your knees out too!!

Torao Mido: Listen. Try imagining me with both my knees out first

Haruka Isumi: It looked-

Haruka Isumi: It looked great! The Torao in my head totally pulled it off!!! 😂 LMAOO

Torao Mido: You’re laughing though, lol

Haruka Isumi: Show it to me next time, okay? 😂😂

Shiro Utsugi: Please show it to me too! 🐾 Well then, sadly, we've reached the end of the interview. Before we wrap up, could I ask the two of you to share a final message with your fans?

Torao Mido: I’m sure you fans have noticed it as well. When you listen to Haruka's voice, it stirs up an impulse within you, a feeling that makes it impossible not to keep moving forward. Haruka's voice guides us.

Torao Mido: From there, I came to realize that even we could become someone's hero someday. The future you reach after all your struggles is bright, beautiful, and blue. I hope you guys listen to the song a lot too.

Haruka Isumi: The lyrics, “The words I caught amidst lights that emerge and fade, now dwell in my heart,” are my favorite.

Haruka Isumi: There was a time when I used to tell myself, "I'm never going to pay heed to anyone's voice", "I'm never going to let myself be swayed by someone else's words." But now I realize I was wrong.

Haruka Isumi: I’ve always been supported by our fans’ words. Whenever you said, “Thank you,” my body felt lighter. Whenever you said, “You can do it,” I honestly felt like, “Yeah, I can!”. That’s why these lyrics resonate with me so much.

Haruka Isumi: Your words always reach us directly. Thank you so much for everything! Torao called me a hero, but to me, my members and our fans are the real heroes! I’ll make sure to treasure “Aoku” together with Torao!!!

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you, Isumi-san and Mido-san. I’m very excited for ŹOOĻ’s future...!

Haruka Isumi: Me too!! Let's keep doing this together, Torao!

Torao Mido: Yeah, of course. I’m looking forward to my future with you guys.

Torao Mido: So, this marks the end of ŹOOĻ's part in this project, huh. Should we do something to celebrate?

Haruka Isumi: Good idea! Let’s have another party together! At your place, Torao!

Torao Mido: Sounds good. It’s winter, and for a big group, there’s really only one answer, right?

Haruka Isumi: Hot pot party!! 🤩

Shiro Utsugi: That sounds wonderful. If I’m not mistaken, I believe everyone’s schedules line up next week...!

Haruka Isumi: It won't be just us — Utsugi-san, you're joining too!

Shiro Utsugi: Eh, is that really okay...?! I’d be honored

Torao Mido: We’ll need a really big clay pot. Guess I'll go look for a good craftsman

Haruka Isumi: You're going to start by making the pot first? LOLOL

The End.

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[1] They're actually playing Shiritori here, the Japanese version of Word Chain, where players take turns saying words that begin with the last syllable of the previous word.

[2] The word "Crepe" (クレープ) in Japanese ends with "Pu" (プ), so Haruka is once again frustrated to be given another word that ends with "P."

[badasmuse]

“Tiktok Trends”

How i think bada would react to a few tiktok trends you do

1. water challenge

-confused when the song starts to play

-astonished when you start moving your hips

-also mad cause why are you acting like this

-“the hell was that???”

-“i was just doing a tiktok dance.”

-pouts when you post it

-“relax it’s to friends only so just you lusher and the others can see it.”

-“they shouldn’t see it either”

-still pouting

2. that one hug trend

-confused once again (she’s confused a lot-)

-“bada just grab the phone from me when i hand it to you and raise it up.”

-“but why?”

-“bada fucking lee.”

-lots of eye rolling fr

-when she finally does it right and you hug her tight she’s a blushing mess.

-hides her face from yours when you laugh

-“you’re so cute bada.”

-“ugh shut up.”

-tomato red fr

3. lip stick trend

-“what am i supposed to do?”

-“are you comfortable with me leaving lip prints on your face?”

-“yes..?”

-starts kissing her cheek neck and lips

-she’s in heaven

-holds onto your shirt while you do it

-pouts when you finish (she a big baby fr)

-smiles when she sees the results

-“now what?”

-explains the trend and does it

-let’s you post to friends only

-“can we take pictures before we clean it up?” (she’s literally the cutest🥹)

4. in the heights (no mi diga)

-busts in your apartment after seeing your recent tiktok with che

-“what did you say to chaeyeon?”

-genuinely curious

-kinda mad

-“nothing”

-eye rolls

-pins you down on your bed

-“did you tell her we fucked?”

-it was literally just a prank bada chill🙄

5. do i look good mr. armstrong?

-you felt like doing tiktoks so why not transitions?

-you do the transition using the sound

-posts and about thirty minutes later your phone starts blowing up

-“damn did they like my tiktok that much?”

-it’s not even tiktok it’s ya damn gf

-WHO SAID YOU CAN POST THAT TIKTOK? (she’s obv joking)

-DELETE IT RN

-FUCK YOURE SO FINE

-IM MR. ARMSTRONG AND I THINK YOU LOOK GOOD

-be ready for me when i get home imma show you how good you look

-and best believe she showed you😭🤸🏽🌊

a/n: hi my squidlings (if you’ve showed love to my posts you’re officially a squidling) i have a few things in the works but i wanted to give you guys something so i came up with this on the fly. don’t worry we’ll return to our normally scheduled program soon🤸🏽🩵

[yxngbxkkie]

Hello, can you write 1 from drunk love confessions x Lee Know?? I just think it would be so Minho😭

thank you so much for sending one in! i apologize for how long it's taken for me to write it 😭💓 i hope you like it 🥰

1. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

~

You're laying in bed with Soonie when your phone starts to ring. You pause on petting the orange cat and glance towards the device, seeing Chan's name printed across the top.

"Hello?" You mumble into the phone after answering Chan's call.

"Y/N, hey! Can you do me a huge favor?" He asks you. You sit up on the bed, agreeing to help without hesitation. "Our driver who was with Minho just called, and he has food poisoning. Would you be able to pick him up? He texted me saying that he's a tad drunk."

You pet Soonie once more before getting up from the mattress. "Yeah, I can do that," you chuckle softly, feet padding into the living area. "I just have to grab my shoes. Text me his location?"

Chan agrees and bids you goodbye. Not without reminding you how thankful he is first. You slip your boots on before telling Soonie, Doongie, and Dori that you'd be back with their father.

It doesn't take long for you to get to the studio Minho's in. You exit the vehicle after parking, locking the doors behind you. You're glad that you didn't have trouble with security, being able to get into the building right away.

The show is just ending by the time you see Min. Your smile widens as Minho chats with another MC. You slowly make your way towards him, gaining the attention of the man he's speaking with.

"Oh, who's this?" The man asks Minho, pointing in your direction. "Significant other?"

You're about to correct the man when Minho's body collides with yours. "Jagiya, you're here," he says while wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Chan didn't tell me you were coming."

A giggle leaves your lips as your gaze shifts from the man behind Min to his beautiful eyes. "Surprise then," you tell him, rubbing his sides a bit. "Ready to go home? The babies are waiting."

Minho gasps loudly and looks around to make sure he has everything. "Yes, let's go. I miss seeing my babies," he sighs, stumbling back towards you.

You chuckle some more, draping an arm across his back to help steady him. You respectfully say goodbye to the man Minho was talking to before the two of you leave the studio.

"Are you feeling okay?" You ask Minho after you help him through the door to your apartment.

He crashes onto the couch, lazily smiling in your direction. "I'm good, pretty," Minho says loud enough.

"Do you want some water?" You question him, grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

"Please."

You nod your head and fill the plastic cup with water. A chuckle escapes your lips as Soonie plops down onto the man's chest. You place the cup onto the coffee table before sitting down beside him.

You're petting Soonie as Minho brings one of his hands to your thigh. He looks up at you, turning his head slightly. Your eyes meet his gaze, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"What?" You whisper, getting slightly embarrassed under his gaze.

"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?" Minho mutters, hovering his free hand near your cheek.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your hand that was petting Soonie halts. You blink a couple of times before nodding your head, yes.

Minho's fingers brush your cheek, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His thumb glides across your cheekbone, his dark eyes taking in your beauty.

"You're so pretty," he whispers. You swallow, feeling the tension between you two start to thicken. "I'm so lucky to know you."

"You're being really affectionate," you mumble, dropping your head.

His fingers move to your chin, lifting your face back up. "Do you love me?" Minho asks you, a serious look on his face. "Do you love me the way I love you?"

Your heart skips a beat in your chest. "Y-Yeah, Min," you whisper loud enough. "I've loved you for a while."

He smiles at you, gently pushing Soonie off of him. He shifts his body so he's sitting up, his hand sliding towards the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter shut as he leans in to kiss you.

You bring one of your hands to his face, stroking his cheek before combing through his hair. You move your lips against his, and Minho lets a moan slip out.

You pull away suddenly, causing the man to whine. "Wait, not yet," Minho mentions, chasing your lips.

"You can kiss me tomorrow," you laugh at him, patting his cheek lightly.

"Promise?"

He gives you puppy eyes, and you can't help but melt a little inside. You place a gentle kiss on his nose before whispering, "I promise."

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[daisyjonesgf]

muse makes playlists when she needs inspiration (billy hates this because it's "basically plagiarizing" or some shit)

billy, i fear, makes pinterest boards with no names, so nothing gets leaked, he just uses 🌀🌀 or <<💘💫 >>or <<🔆>> or <<☢️>> you get the gist) with very specific coded meanings

eddie journals, like, using clippings, then jotting random shit down, doodling, etc. because he's messy like that,

eddie definitely had muse write down in bold letters : TOP SECRET!!! on the front ("your handwriting's better, sunshine") , just because it'd be her handwriting and billy would get curious and he'd have the opportunity to slam it shut on his hand and say "it says top secret for a reason, dunne"

billy asks muse what's written inside and she shrugs and says "i dunno" because she really doesn't

he doesn't believe her, gets all pissy, yells, says shit he doesn't mean, and eddie gets an unexpected bonus : muse comes to him

🔹🔹🔹🔹

muse literally has a playlist for everything, every mood, a playlist for when her and billy are happy, when they're fighting, when they're off, when she's with eddie, when she's in the car, at the beach, shopping, and loves to sit down and soak it all in, listen to other artists when she wants to write to think about what she should be channeling

billy just shuffles his liked songs 😭

billy has a secret wedding board confirmed, listen he would never admit it or let anyone see it but he does, wedding, family, date ideas, aesthetic pictures people have taken of her or them, they're his emotional support pinterest boards fr and muse once finds pinterest on his phone and is like, "what are you doing on pinterest?" but he grabs his phone and won't let her see lmao. (muse also has a wedding board that she looks at and cries as well as a motherhood board.)

eddie has a scrapbooking journal that's lowkey giving stalker because he cuts out magazine and newspaper clippings of her (cutting out billy's face ofc) and prints things out, it's like his manifesting her journal (he also has a dream board hidden in his closet) and yeah he has muse write on the front of the binder containing the journal and cuttouts, so she writes 'top secret' + a little sunshine

and I think muse has really distinctive handwriting and it's not like super good either, like a cursive mix to her letters that can be difficult to read, so billy can easily tell it's her handwriting

eddie is so excited when billy notices and he gets to close it on him and grab it away bc eddie is chaos causing demon fr

"I don't know billy, he just asked me to write it, said my handwriting was better."

"That's ridiculous, yours is basically illegible."

"It's not!"

"You're fucking sneaking around with right now, aren't you? That's what this is about, you wanna complain about me seeing other girls when we're together but you're still fucking him even if we're supposedly having a great time!"

"That's not true! Why would I hide something from you?"

"I don't know, maybe because you're so desperate to be wanted that here you are, gotta fuck the whole band, what, is Warren next?"

"Fuck you!"

And she goes crying to Eddie about how Billy is being without realizing these were seeds Eddie had been planting all along.

[softspiderling]

but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Enemies to lovers?

i hope I didn't ruin the story line here 😭 enjoy~

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After Jeonghans very much needed cold shower, he got out of the bathroom dressed in a random t-shirt and some cheetah printed shorts. "Please don't tell me you're wearing that for later" you looked up from your phone. "I'm not stupid enough to wear my cheetah printed shorts to the gathering later, I'll change in a while" he said as he threw his towel on his suitcase.

You hummed and continued using your phone, but you were caught off guard when you heard a thud. "Oomph" Jeonghan was face first on the floor, he tried to jump on the bed but he completely missed. "Oh my lord, are you okay?" You got on the floor to check on him. "Yeah I'm fine" he cleared his throat in embarrassment as you helped him off the ground. You made him sit on the edge of the bed as you checked up on him "does it hurt anywhere?" You said, slightly concerned. "Not really, I think I just bumped my forehead" he said sheepishly, he was rubbing his forehead to soothe the pain.

"Why did you even do that?" You raised your eyebrow at him "don't know" "wow-"

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After dealing with the Jeonghan falling situation, you guys finally left your room to meet up with others at the beach. He thankfully changed his clothes. He was wearing a plain buttoned up t-shirt and some black slacks, whereas you were wearing a sleeveless summer dress which was slightly short.

"How's your forehead?" You asked as y'all made your way through the hotel lobby. "Oh, it doesn't hurt now. That whole incident stays between us" he warned. "Or what?" You looked at him "I'll steal all your plushies and burn them" "okay wow rude, it's not like I was gonna tell anyone" you rolled your eyes.

Finally you both reached the beach, everyone was already there. "Took y'all long enough" Soonyoung spoke. "We honestly thought you two weren't gonna make it" Joshua chuckled approaching you both. "Well let's just say Mr. Cheetah pants over here had an incident." You side-eyed Jeonghan, Jeonghan rolled his eyes "at least we're here" "someone's salty" "shut up Seungkwan"

You and Jeonghan then parted ways, he was talking to Seungcheol and Wonwoo. "So what actually happened that made you both come late?" Seungcheol asked Jeonghan "I tripped over the bed and fell" he said nonchalantly as he sipped his canned beer. Wonwoo and Seungcheol looked at him, their mouths slightly agape. "Are um you okay..?" Wonwoo asked. "Hm I'm fine, my forehead was slightly red earlier so she was helping me." "Oh she helped?" Seungcheol with a smirk, holding his can of beer. "Nothing like that happened, Cheol. Honestly wished it happened though" both Wonwoo and Seungcheol choked on their drinks.

You on the other side were talking to Mingyu and Joshua. "So how's it going with Jeonghan?" Joshua asked. "You're asking as if I'm dating him' you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. "Wait y'all are not?" Mingyu asked, slightly surprised. "Yeah..why?" "We saw y'all kiss in the bus though" it was your turn to choke on your drink. "You did?!" You asked while coughing "everyone saw y'all kiss, Hun" you were speechless, you couldn't help but feel flustered. Joshua and Mingyu caught on to your expression "you like him, don't you?" Joshua asked in a teasing tone. "nO i don't, you're delusional" your voice went an octave higher. Mingyu smirked "oh yeah sure sure, you totally don't like him" you smacked his arm.

"Just admit it, you like him right?" Joshua asked you, helping Mingyu rub the place that you hit. You sighed "I mean he's not a bad guy, he's cute and his hair is nice." You rambled on, before looking at Joshua and Mingyu in front of you. You cleared your throat "it doesn't change the fact that he's an asshole" you avoided eye contact with both of them. Joshua and Mingyu smirked at each other "so you like him and he likes you" Joshua spoke. "He likes me?!" Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth. They both nodded "why do you think you both became partners for this trip? It was his idea" Mingyu said. It all makes sense now.

After a while, Seungcheol gathered all of y'all to start the barbeque party. "So who wants to be in charge of grilling the meat?" Seungcheol asked "Jeonghan and I can do it" Seokmin volunteered "I'll help them both also" you volunteered as well, from the side of your eye you noticed Jeonghan raising his eyebrow. "Maybe Seokmin can help Shua with the other food" Mingyu signalled Seokmin something, which he understood "Ohhh sure I'll help him with that." You felt like beating up Mingyu at that point.

Everyone went to do the things they were assigned to do, you helped Jeonghan to bring over the meat while he was setting the grill. You placed the meat down on the table nearby, watching him start the fire. After he started the fire, he started grilling the meat. "Can you just fan the fire so it's stronger?" He asked for your favour, passing you a paper plate. You nodded, fanning the fire with all your might. "Okay when I meant stronger I didn't mean start a whole forest fire-"

The whole meat grilling session was quiet, only the sounds of the fire cracking. "Get the plate" he ordered you, you hummed as you passed him the plate. "You know" you started off, causing him to raise his eyebrow at you while he was still grilling the meat. "I know it was your idea for us to partner up together" his eyes slightly widened "w-what do you mean?" "Joshua and Mingyu told me" Jeonghan was cursing them both in his head.

There was no point in denying it, he let out a sigh "yeah.. it was my idea" he didn't look at you, he just continued grilling the meat. "Why did you suggest it?" You knew the reason but you wanted to hear him say it. "You really want to know?" He asked while placing the cooked meat on the plate. "Yes, tell me" you folded your hands over your chest "are you sure?" He asked while closing the grill "yes, Jeonghan just tell me" you sighed. "Are you really really sure-" "I'm gonna make you burn your hand in that grill". He chuckled "it's because I like you, and I don't think you feel the same. So I asked Seungcheols help to make us partners" he explained "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by doing something you didn't like" he kept apologizing.

"Stop apologizing" "no, I have to apologiz-" you cut him off by kissing him. His breath hitched and his eyes widened, before he could do anything, you pulled away. He was flustered, he cleared his throat. "SEOKMIN AH, MINGYU YA can y'all grill the remaining meat, me and y/n have something to discuss with each other." He dragged you away to bathroom near the beach, not waiting for a reply from them. Oh they knew what was gonna happen.

He didn't spare a second and started kissing you once you both were in the bathroom. Your hands gripping his hair, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips moving against yours in a gentle yet passionate manner. Jeonghan's hands traced a soft path up and down the small of your back, and he pulled you even closer, eliminating any space between you. As the kiss continued, Jeonghan deepened it, his tongue slipping past your lips to gently explore your mouth. He let out a soft moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine as his fingers tangled in your hair.

Jeonghan pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he panted. "I think I know that" you smiled innocently at him. "We should go or else they'll suspect something, knowing how they are" you said, still clinging onto him. He whined "do we really have to?". You chuckled "yes we have to." You leaned close to his ear "maybe we can continue this in our hotel room later" you smirked, walking out of the restroom. "Daring, I like it" Jeonghan followed you behind, his arm around your waist.

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Escape Artist - Chapter 4

Wheee, chapter 3 was a toughie 😭 So now what? Who did Ella call? Can she pick up the pieces? Will she ever be free?

Yep, another chapter already. Genuinely think I'm addicted to writing this story and River generally. It's a sickness and I'm not mad about it 😂

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Chapter 4

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa with some mindless police procedural on TV. His phone had dropped on the floor and vibrated noisily against the wood until he'd stirred and reached for it. He half glanced at the caller I.D but it didn't register in his brain until the call connected. 

“Yeah?” He answered, his voice low and gruff with sleep. 

“It's me,” he pulled the phone away from his ear, purely to check he wasn't imagining the sound of her terrified voice. 

“What happened?” He was on his feet and tripping over the coffee table before she had a chance to reply, and when she did, it was only to tell him that she didn't know where else to go. “But where are you? What happened?”

“We're at Slough House,”

“I'm on my way.” He found a clean t-shirt and dressed in the dark, grabbing his go bag as the front door slammed behind him. He barely touched the brake as he made his way to Slough House, didn't stop for red lights and didn't so much as look at the speed limit. He was wholly unprepared for what greeted him when he made it to the office. He rounded the first set of stairs to see Ella at the top, poorly lit by the fire exit sign she held a baseball bat usually found behind Shirley’s office door and looked more like the ‘final girl’ of a horror film. “Fuck. It’s me, El, it's just me.” River stumbled back down the last couple of steps and she dropped her guard, the bat fell limply to her side. As he climbed the stairs again and got closer, he could see the cut on her forehead and the dried blood on her face. She waited for him at their office door and shoved the bat at him. Inside, he could just make out a mop of dark curls snuggled under his coat on the floor. Ella's phone was in pieces on his desk.  

“Kitchen, c'mon,” he pointed further down the hall, leaving the bat behind. “Clover's OK, she's sleeping,” he assured her. With the lights on in the kitchen, he could finally see her properly as she shrugged off the long, puffy coat she still wore. Her legs were bare in pyjama shorts and he could see purple bruises forming on her thighs. When she turned to put a cup of coffee in front of him, the oversized t-shirt hung loose around her neck, he quickly shifted his gaze to her face, ashamed that his mind wandered to places it shouldn't given her current situation. “Sit down, let me clean up that cut.” He offered her his seat and retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink. He gently cleaned away the blood with a sterile wipe, she winced as he got closer to the cut itself. He touched her as lightly as he could, noting her bottom lip wobbling as she tried not to cry. He carefully covered the cut with a plaster and crouched down so he no longer towered over her. “You don't have to tell me -” he started but she cut him off quickly. 

“Can you see how bad the bruising is please? I'm not sure if I need to go to the hospital,” she asked in a small voice. It was the first time she'd spoken since he'd arrived and he marvelled at how she could sound so vulnerable yet so composed at the same time. He stood up and stepped back to give her space and she sighed heavily, grimacing as she got to her feet. She lifted the hem of her t-shirt to show him. The soft curve from her stomach across to her waist was dark purple, he could make out the edge of a boot print within the bruise and gritted his teeth. She continued to turn on the spot and he was momentarily drawn to a small black line tattoo of a four-leafed clover on her hip. She lifted the top a little higher and he swallowed hard as he caught sight of the underside of her breast. The bruises seemed to outline her ribs like a ladder up her body, he followed them round to her back which had fainter signs of discolouration. She dropped the t-shirt and looked at him expectantly. “Go on, say it.” She prompted him, her voice stronger this time. 

“Say what?” His felt weaker, even to his own ear.

“I told you so. You were right, after all. You knew you would be.” She said bitterly. He didn't respond. Instead he held open his arms, half expecting her to turn away from him after the anger he’d directed at her over previous weeks. Her bottom lip wobbled again and she stepped into his embrace. She held herself together for longer than he thought she would, but after a couple of seconds he felt her shoulders shake as she sobbed into his chest. He held her long after she'd stopped crying, waiting for her to let go first which she only did once her breathing had recovered. 

“I'm sorry,” he murmured into her hair, “I shouldn't have been angry with you.”

“But you were right. My ribs hurt now,” she whispered against him, her warm breath drawing goosebumps on his skin. She pulled away a little and frowned at his t-shirt, “your top, it's -” 

“It's fine,” he said, not remotely bothered by the tears she'd left behind.

“No, it's inside out,” she half smiled up at him, “and back to front?” She tapped the label lightly. 

“Got dressed in the dark.”

“Idiot,” Ella rolled her eyes and went to sit at the scratched wooden table. He took off the t-shirt and turned it the right way, he noticed her blush as she kept her eyes on the coffee cups. “So. Hospital?”

“I don’t think so. The bruises are only just coming out though. I’ll have another look in the morning,” he sat opposite her and reached for his own coffee. “What do we do next?”

“We?”

“You called me at nearly 2am.” She ran her fingers along the deep gouges in the table.

“I didn't know what else to do,” she admitted. “If he's conscious by now then he's probably not far off working out that I'm here.”

“Why would he not be conscious?” 

“I… whacked a bottle over his head.” 

“Good.” River hummed in appreciation.

“He got distracted by Clover coming downstairs, stopped what he was doing to me. It was the first thing I could reach, he just -” she slammed her hand on the table, “went down. I didn't even check if he was still alive.”

“And then?”

“We ran, just ran for ages, till I found a cab office.” Her hand tapped nervously against her mug, she looked at the source of the slight dinging sound and spotted her wedding ring. He watched as she twisted it off and placed it on the table between them. She rubbed at the raw mark it had left behind on her finger. They both stared at it until Ella spoke again. “I know you think it was a stupid idea to go back. And if I’m being honest, I knew I couldn’t keep up the good wife pretence.”

“Has it been like this the whole time?” He asked, not wanting to know the answer, yet at the same time trying to remember whether she'd tried to disguise injuries from him. 

“No, it was normal at the beginning. Just the usual pressure to -” she hesitated.

“Pressure to?”

“Sleep with him. Especially since he'd put his girlfriends to one side so he could play the family man. Meant I didn't exactly have much choice.” River tried to keep his face neutral.

“But in the end, he always moved the goalposts, always kept things shifting so eventually I’d slip up. As if he needed an excuse to raise his hand.” She sighed. “I’m not doing it again.”

“What’s different this time?”

“Clo saw it. I always tried so hard to keep it from her, but it’s out there now. She’s probably known all along, she’s not stupid. But he’s her dad, I just kept thinking I couldn’t take her away from him.”

“My mother ditched me because I got in the way of the life she wanted. All I’ve ever seen you do is protect Clover. You should be proud.” She laughed a little and shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve done nothing to be proud of. Dragging her from one shitty flat to another for six months and then as soon as she’s settled back at home, I take it away from her again.”

“To keep her safe,” he reminded her.

“And what good am I to her if I’m dead, River?”

“I won’t let that happen. No one here will."

“I need to get Clover out of the country.” River felt himself nod in agreement, then as her words sank in, shaking his head immediately. “I need a plan,” she declared.

“No, you need to get some sleep.”

“How can I? What if he turns up here?”

“He's not going to turn up, and you really need to rest. I'm here, I'm staying. In the morning, we can work out what to do next.” She shivered, cold again now the coffee was finished. “I brought my go bag,” he went back to their office and came back with a small duffle bag which he put at her feet. “There's clothes in there, you should get changed.” Ella’s eyes swam with tears again. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She asked sadly. River wasn't sure it was a good idea to open that can of worms given everything she'd been through so he settled with the easiest version. 

“Because you don't deserve to be defined by your past.” 

“River,” she sighed, “I don't know how -”

“Go and get changed, try and get some sleep. I'll be here.” He told her firmly. She took the bag into their office and he left her to rummage through it. He ran his hands through his hair pulling until it stood on end. She left the door between the rooms open. He went back to the table and put his head down on his folded arms. The relief that she’d called him was overwhelming, he’d spent weeks wondering if she’d call him or one of the others. She’d gotten much closer to Louisa recently, he knew she felt like he’d judged her for going back to her ex, but everytime the apology was on the tip of his tongue, he withdrew it. And he’d wanted to say I told you so but he’d folded at the first challenge, she’d been so defiant. He’d taken the brunt of her anger, she had nowhere else to direct it and it was only natural that she’d feel like she’d failed by going back. He eventually fell into a dreamless, broken sleep, waking on and off until signs of daylight began to appear through the grimy windows. 

*

He was filling the kettle when he had the unsettling feeling that he wasn’t alone. In the doorway between rooms peeked a pale face surrounded by messy curls. She was a carbon copy of Ella. He got out another cup and held it up, “tea?” She nodded shyly. She went to sit at the table, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. He put a milky cup of tea in front of her, feeling her eyes follow him around the room. He opened a few cupboards until he successfully found a packet of biscuits, turning just in time to see her eyes light up. “I’m River,” he told her, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Ella.

“I’m Clover.”

“Good name.”

“I like yours as well.”

“You feeling ok?” He asked, opening the packet and pushing them towards her. They both snapped their biscuit in half and dunked it in their tea, their matching actions making him smile. 

“Mummy’s still asleep.”

“She’s tired, she was very brave last night.” His words felt foreign to him, he realised he had no idea how to talk to a child. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d interacted with one.

“Is my daddy dead?” He coughed into his tea.

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“He's not very nice.” River didn't agree or disagree. 

“My mum is nice.”

“She is, she'll do anything for you, not all mums are like that.” She drank her tea quietly mulling over his words, occasionally looking at him as if for permission before taking another biscuit. He pulled his phone from his pocket and opened a word game Catherine had told him about, something about keeping his thoughts occupied. She preferred to keep a crossword puzzle book in her bag but River had opted for something to do on his phone other than doom scroll. Clover knelt on her chair and leaned over the table towards him, her pointy elbows on the wood and her chin in her hands.

“What’s that?”

“Game, want to help?” She nodded eagerly, gracing him with a smile identical to Ella’s. They played the game quietly, whispering to each other until Ella came in.

“Morning.” She was dwarfed by River’s jogging bottoms, she'd had to roll the waistband up for them to stay on her hips, and she'd pulled his sweater over the top of her pyjama top. She looked tiny and pale, her hair in a messy, impossibly high bun, but when she smiled over River’s head at Clover, she glowed. The little girl flew into her mother’s arms, “oof, gentle with me.” Ella muttered, her face contorted in pain when Clover wasn’t looking. Clover led her to the chair she’d been sitting on, “thank you lovey. You ok?” River got up to make more tea while they talked quietly, he put the biggest mug he could find in front of her along with a packet of painkillers which she took with a grateful smile. “Someone eaten all the biscuits?” She teased. River pulled the packet discreetly closer to him.

“Not Clover, mostly me.” He said. Clover grinned at her newest confidant. 

“Hmm, if you say so. Clo, can you do me a favour, can you get the notepad off my desk please? And a pen? I think we need a list.” Clover disappeared into the next room, happy to be helping.

“How’d you feel?” River asked, noting the way Ella’s breath turned to little huffs of pain each time she moved.

“Sore, really sore. Thank you for the clothes, god, I couldn’t deal with Ho seeing me in pyjamas. He’d probably start an Only Fans without me knowing. It'd have some cringey voiceover ‘do battered women turn you on? You're in the right place!’” 

“I'll kill him if he says a word,” River said roughly. 

“I think there'd be a queue.” Clover came back with paper and a pen just as the building started to come to life. Catherine appeared first, stopping at the top of the stairs with her mouth agape. “Morning, Catherine.” 

“Good morning you two. Early start? And a new apprentice?”

“Something like that, this is Clover. Clover, this is Catherine.” Clover waved and took the fresh bottle of milk from Catherine’s hand. Lamb arrived next, with Shirley right behind him. 

“Fucking hell, Cole. I had one request. Just one.” He muttered. Shirley gawped over his shoulder. 

“What’s this, a fucking pyjama party?”

“As long as it’s those tiny little silky bits, wouldn't mind seeing Cole in a tasty little number like that,” Ho joined them.

“You’re such a fucking perv, Ho.”

“I do think we need to watch our language,” Catherine warned.

“Fuck off, Standish. I’ll swear in my own house.” River frowned at the bickering while Ella patiently waited for them to finish.

“Jesus christ, what the fuck is going on here?” Louisa stopped halfway up the stairs, unable to move any further due to the backlog of people. Shirley pushed past Lamb and into the kitchen where Catherine had given up trying to police the language and was hunting for more cups. Ho planted himself on the windowsill which gave Louisa enough room to join them. She arched an eyebrow at Ella. “Rough night?”

“You could say that.”

“Right, Cole, explain?” Lamb sighed. 

“Wait! Wait a minute, please. Clover, would you like to come with me upstairs? You can help me work out what we need to do today. You don’t need to hear this lot arguing.” Catherine held her hand out to Clover who looked first at Ella and then at River. Ella nodded her approval.

“Thank you,” she smiled gratefully at Catherine. She waited for them to leave and then turned to the waiting audience. “Umm, long story short, I got away from Eddie last night. I didn’t have anything with me except my keys to this place and sixty quid. I’ve smashed my phone so he can’t track me anymore, not that it matters, he’s going to know I’m here.”

“Eddie Cole?” Shirley asked, incredulous. “Your ex is Eddie Cole?” Ella nodded. 

“You know him?” River asked.

“Everyone I know has brought gear from him, or from people who work for him. He owns most of the drug trade in London.” She shrugged. “Also he’s a fucking lunatic,” she added.

“Exactly,” Ella agreed. “So I need to get Clo out of the country.”

“I know someone who can get passports?” Ho offered.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lamb brushed him off. “You’re not leaving the country.” River was grateful he wasn’t alone in that argument. “Stay here, Cole, do not leave this building unless it's with one of these knights in shitty armour. Louisa, nip out and get a new phone and some clothes. I’m gonna make some calls.” He made his way to the stairs, leaving Ella and the others none the wiser. River watched Ella with concern, she looked lost and uncertain for a moment and then reached for her pen.

“Ok,” she nodded. “Ok, let’s get to it.” She scribbled a list and tore off the first page, handing it to Louisa. “This should be enough for a few days, I’m sorry he’s asked you to -”

“Don’t be, I won’t be long.” Louisa waved off the apology and gave Ella’s hand a squeeze before heading back down the stairs.

“Next, I need to call the school, call Sofia,” she muttered to herself as she organised her thoughts into list form. River watched in awe until he noticed Shirley glaring at him. “Hey?” Ella interrupted his thoughts, “can I borrow your phone, please?” she asked. He slid it across the table to her and she googled the number for the school, an easy lie about both her and Clover having a sickness bug tumbled from her mouth along with plenty of false pleasantries. She then called Sofia and explained where she was and what had happened lest she hear anything different from clients. Shirley and Ho had long since gotten bored and gone to their respective offices. As she went to end the call to Sofia, Ella paused. “Sofia? If anyone comes looking for me? Tell them to tell Ed that I’m winning this time, he can get fucked if he thinks he’ll see either me or Clover again.” River paused his doodling on the bottom of Ella’s notebook to see for himself the determination on her face, she blushed at his smile of encouragement. 

“I'm guessing he's not going to take that well?” River asked. 

“Hmm, it'll be a red flag to a bull,” she shrugged. “A lunatic bull if you listen to Shirley.”

“You're going to war then?” Ella hesitated for only a second. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm going to war,” she concluded. Louisa returned with bags filled with a fresh school uniform and backpack for Clover and enough clothes to last them both a few days. Ella tried to hand over the last of the cash she'd stashed in her desk drawer. 

“I'm not taking your money, Ella. The Park has accounts set up for emergencies, I just used that.” She shrugged.

“But you must've spent a fortune!”

“So Taverner will take it up with Lamb who'll probably tell her to fuck off. It's fine, honestly. Keep the cash.” Ella asked her to check the bruising which had now fully bloomed over her torso. “Apart from hurting like hell, I don’t think you need hospital. But I know nothing about internal bleeding,” she pointed out. “River, c’mere?” He followed Louisa’s voice and she pointed out a darker area of contusion on Ella’s ribs. “What do you think of this bit?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t look good,” he winced.

“Ouch, fucking hell that looks bad.” Shirley offered from where she’d been sitting at Ella’s desk.

“But is it ‘hospital’ bad?” Ella asked them all impatiently. 

“El, there’s a boot imprint in there? It can’t hurt to get it checked out.” River traced the outline with his finger to show Louisa where he meant.

“Shit. Ok, hospital it is.”

“I’ll take you,” Louisa offered. “Clover can stay here with Catherine.” They left Ella to finish getting changed. Safely in the kitchen, Louisa rounded on River. “What the fuck are you up to?”

“You should be ashamed.” Shirley jabbed him with her finger.

“Ow! What? What are you on about?” He asked, trying to think of what he could possibly have done to piss them both off.

“You haven’t stopped looking at her! Beaten women get you going do they, Cartwright?” Shirley fumed. “You’re disgusting.”

“I mean, it is gross, River. She’s literally at rock bottom, and what? You think that’s cute or hot or something?” Louisa’s eyebrows pinched together. “Men are fucking pigs, I'd definitely pick the bear.” She muttered to herself, River looked on, incredulous and confused. 

“No! God, what the fuck are you two on? You really think that I’d -... What bear?” he searched for the words through his outrage. 

“Well, she’s all vulnerable and shit, plenty of men would take advantage of that.” Shirley pointed out.

“Not me! Do I look like plenty of men?” They continued to mutter about how creepy it was, “will you let me speak?! Please?” Louisa sighed and gestured for him to continue. “It’s the opposite, alright? I was just thinking how brave she is. I know she’s got it in her head that I think she’s a coward but it’s not true.” He looked at his feet, embarrassed to have been caught out. “She’s… fucking fearless and it’s impressive, alright?” He muttered stubbornly. “I spent six months drinking myself stupid and fucking raging at everything,” he pointed out. Louisa agreed earnestly. “She’s just woken up this morning and she’s getting on with it. She told me she's going to war on this. I could barely get out of fucking bed.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s all going to be ok.” Louisa added.

“I know,” he concurred. “She knows it as well but she’s still willing to walk away even if it puts her in danger. We have to help her.”

“She is pretty badass.” Shirley said. “Sorry I thought you were being a weirdo perv. I thought Ho was rubbing off on you.”

“That’s a disgusting thought,” he replied, hurt that either of them would think so lowly of him. 

“Got my eye on you though,” she warned menacingly. “Last thing she needs is you fuckin’ leching all over her.”

“I think I’ll leave you two to it.” Louisa concluded, seeing Ella waiting for her in the stairwell. “We’ll be back soon.”

*

They reconvened in the kitchen once Ella had returned from hospital. She consulted her list, ready to tackle the next job.

“I still need somewhere to go tonight. I’ll call the shelter, see if they have anything for a couple of nights.” She mused, taking her new phone back from Clover who’d already been busy downloading games with Ho’s help.

“No need, whatcha think I’ve been doing all day?” Lamb informed her. “You’re one step away from witness fucking protection, Cole. Someone, naming no names, wanted to pack you away to Leeds out of the way. I told ‘em that wouldn’t work and he’d follow you.” Ella frowned, half dreading the alternative. She had visions of being dumped back in the mouldy flat. “So, I’ve got you into one of the safe houses not far from here,”

“Oh my god,” she breathed, pulling Clo a little closer to her.

“The kid gets to stay in school. They’ve already been informed,” he added before she could interject. “You’ve both got round the clock security for the time being. Until such a time where we come up with a better plan.”

“How on earth did you get round the clock security?”

“By volunteering this useless lot,” he gestured around the kitchen at the gathered Slow Horses, which now included Coe who’d been awol all day. “Coe has been up at the school today, he’s assessed the site and spoken to the kid’s teachers.” Ella looked over at Coe who gave Clover a little wave. “Between everyone else, you’ll have someone with you at all times. The house comes with dogs outside whenever you’re there, courtesy of Flyte’s team, a panic button, all the bells and whistles. Lady Di wasn’t happy about signing off on that, but she’s never fuckin’ happy so… there we have it. Questions?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Good, I don’t want to hear them.”

“I don’t know how to thank you all,” Ella murmured, the emotion evident in her voice. 

“No need for waterworks. Standish has got the address for the house whenever you’re ready.” He turned at the door, “and I shouldn’t need to drill this into you, but don’t go anywhere on your own.”

“Thank you.”

“Bollocks, one more thing,” he made his way back across the room and placed a small handgun on the table. Clover’s eyes widened like saucers.

“Jackson! Not in front of Clover!” Catherine admonished.

“I think the kid has seen enough, don’t you?” He brushed her off and turned to Clover, “we’re going to help keep you and your mum safe. This,” he pointed at the gun, “is only for emergencies. Ok? Keep your mitts off.” He told her sternly, Clover nodded solemnly. He looked around at the others, “you’re smarter than this bunch of idiots,” he said with a quick grin which Clover returned.

“Of course he likes the kid.” Shirley groaned.

“Same mental age, innit.” Ho agreed.

“Ho, if it didn’t break child labour laws I’d employ her in a heartbeat. I bet she don’t talk half as much shit as you.” The rest of the group soon filtered out, Catherine offered to help Clover get together the things she’d strewn about the building throughout the day.

“I’ll drive you to the house.” River offered.

“You don’t need to do that, you’ve done so much already, you must be knackered.”

“Have you already forgotten the most important instruction?” He teased, “don’t go anywhere alone.” Ella rolled her eyes.

“If you say so.”

“I’m your new security detail, get used to it. I’ll be picking you up each morning, taking you home at night and anywhere else you need to go in between.”

“Wow, you really drew the short straw.” Ella lamented.

“Not really, it’ll probably be the highlight of a very shit career in MI5.”

“Ahh you've done far more important things than babysit me.” 

“Debatable,” he said with an easy smile as Clover dumped a bag of her stuff at his feet. “I'm also chief bag carrier.” 

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Sparrow Of the Dawn : Chapter 1

Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Warnings: Alcohol / Mentions of drinking, brotherly banter, dark humor/mentions of death (if you squint), otherwise silly boys being boys.

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary : Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

Authors Note: AHHHHH I can’t wait for everybody to read and I hope you all love it as much as I do!! I’m so excited and nervous, feels like I’m waiting for the midnight premiere of Deathly Hallows (part 2) all over again 🥹😭💜

Flower Power - Greta Van Fleet “She’s a sparrow of the dawn, our love is born”

“Oh, HEY,” Jake says sarcastically the second he opens the front door, “Nice of you to show up, Jackass,” huffing out a laugh as he shuts the door behind me. The scuffed-up cherry wood floor creaks under the weight of our feet as I follow him over to where he had been organizing new stock behind the bar. 

“Right.. aaand where’s my paycheck again?” I retort, sliding onto my regular spot and dropping my camera bag next to me. The spot in the dead center of the bar has been claimed as mine since before Jake even opened, the stool now complete with my etched initials SFK under the cushion. 

“Time is money, brother, and I lend you mine for free, so you get me when I’m free. Which apparently to you means 9 a.m.?” I say, clasping my hands on the bartop, “So please, tell me what is so important that I needed to be here so early.” He sourly smirks back at me.

“Yeah, yeah. I have a few new ones in for you to shoot, and I’d like to get it done before we get busy today.” He picks up his clipboard, eyeing his stock list.

 “We finally got the pomegranate Downeast released last month that was on backorder, as well as the pear and the guava passion fruit. Then we have ‘Reciprocal’ from Bissell Bros here in Portland, and ‘Interchangeable #7’ from Blaze Brewing in Biddo. I’d really like to get the blaze shot for our ads because it has the most interesting can art. But, ya know, I trust you.” He reads off.

A year ago, Jake, my older brother, bought this bar located right here in the heart of the Old Port. Back in his senior year of high school he got really into “Black Sails”, this pirate TV show; he practically made it his personality. Naturally, he decided he wanted to run a bar for the rest of his life, so when old man Chuck decided to retire, Jake jumped at the opportunity to purchase it. “Caravel Tavern” has only been open for 6 months and It's been his baby ever since. 

“Wow, Jake Kiszka putting trust in ME? Are you feeling okay?” I feign shock grabbing at my heart.

“Just get it done, you idiot,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” I say, glancing over the options. “Give me like an hour. I have an idea that might work. I need to head to the farmer’s market in town, but I can have the best shots edited and emailed to you tomorrow, and then we can pick the best ones for print.” I grab my bag, digging around for my car keys. “Hey, when is Josh in today? I’d like to get some shots of you guys pouring drinks for the website and Instagram for Josh’s intro post.”

“He should be here by the time you’re done with everything. That is if he’s on time. But let's be realistic, when is a Kiszka ever on time?” He replies as he breaks down boxes with a box cutter. 

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I take a right onto the gravel that’s set behind the farmers market, my rusty 92’ Ford F-150 rattling as I park. I hope to god it’s just a heat shield making that noise. I cannot afford another repair on Edith. She may be an old crotchety bitch, but she has my whole heart. Well, right behind Penelope, my Bernese mountain dog, Penny girl will always be my number one.

Ding 

I put her in park and shove my hand into my backpack blindly searching for the source of the text tone. Finally finding my phone Tweedle Dum🦞 appears on the screen.. I let out a giggle. 

We’re running a special on whiskey sours tonight pick up some eggs, princess.

I switch Jake and Josh’s contact name back and forth between tweedle dee and tweedle dum mainly to keep them on their toes, but I’d be lying if I said tweedle dum isn’t just whoever has pissed me off or been dubbed the biggest dumbass that week. The emojis always stay the same so I can keep them actually straight though. 

You got it, boss, I send back to Jake, winning the title this week for making me wake up at the ass crack of 9am. Which absolutely is early for me. 

Gathering my things, I step out of my truck, immediately being hit with a cold gust of wind, the air causing my eyes to water slightly. I brush away a tear forming in my eye before it threatens to fall down my cheek. For it being the end of March the air is crispier than normal. I pause a moment too long, and a shiver runs through my body. I zip my jacket up a little higher, trying to preserve my body heat. Making sure I have my mesh bag with me, I shut my door and head over to the booths. 

I make a beeline for Linda, a sweet older woman who is here every week selling chicken eggs, various fruits from her garden, and some knick-knack crafts she makes. I have about seven bowl koozies, though I’m not sure I even own as many bowls considering it’s just me, but they are really good for ramen and ice cream. Which I do not eat together. Jake and Josh live in the apartment above the bar, so when I moved back after college, I got an apartment a couple roads away to stay close. 

Our parents moved out of our small hometown, which sits just on the other side of Portland. Padded off to Apple Valley, Georgia trying to settle into a warmer climate or something. They bought a house big enough for just the two of them and a guest room on an acre of land, “just in case any of you boys come to visit” Mom said. In all honesty, Apple Valley is just the same town, different state. They always said they didn’t like the city because it was too big, which is funny to me after spending the last four years in Boston. Everything here seems much smaller now.

“Morning Linda!” I smile and wave at her.

“Oh, Samuel. You’re up early this week. How are you doing, Sweetheart? How’s my Daniel?” She flashes me a warm smile. She’s also Daniel’s biggest fan. Pretty sure she only comes into the bar to see him, even though I met her first. But what can I say? I’m apparently an excellent matchmaker; we just won't mention the fact that she's 72.

I chuckle, “I’m just out running some errands for Jake. I’m on call today, apparently. Daniel’s good though! He misses you, ya know.” I finish flashing her a wink.

She lets out a high-pitched laugh, “I’ll be down to visit with Miss Eleanor. You tell him not to worry.” She raises an eyebrow and smirks at me, “Anyway, what can I get ya my dear?”

“Think two dozen will do it for today.” I hand her a crumpled ten-dollar bill in exchange, “Keep the change, Lin. I’ll see you at the bar or next Saturday, whichever comes first.” I set the eggs carefully in my tote and head toward my next stop, the flower truck.

The beer I’m photographing for the bar has a brightly colored logo in a style reminiscent of comic book art. A bold red can with yellow, blue, and purple adorning the signature name. My idea is to use a bouquet of different flowers to accent the colors and make the can pop. 

I scan through the metal buckets, trying to mentally piece together an arrangement without disturbing the flowers too much. They are far too delicate to be pulling and yanking on them just to try them out for size. Some of the people here, like Linda, make their living posting up every Saturday. 

I reach for a bundle of forget-me-nots, settling on those along with the last of the remaining Irises, a few red Dahlias, Daffodils, and Butterfly Milkweed. Taking a step back slightly away from the displays, I start to rearrange the bouquet to my liking. Extending my arms out in front of me, and changing my angle to make sure I like how the flowers look together. Just as I decide that, yes, these will do for what their intended purpose is, I feel someone aggressively poking my bicep. 

I turn toward the person attached to the finger. Not going to lie; I’m a bit impressed by the force of it, considering I’m wearing a sweater under my quilted jacket, and the woman who’s doing the poking is standing at about 5 foot nothing and looks like a swift breeze might carry her away. I blink slowly at her a few times and raise my eyebrows waiting expectedly.

“Did someone die, or did you just fuck up like, wicked bad?” the snark heavily laden on her tone. 

I close my eyes and let out a long breath, “Uhm, it’s uhh –” I stutter a bit, really trying to play it up, “My grandma died last week, actually. Did you know her? Her name was Althea.” I gaze down at my shoes and drop my head a bit, taking a moment before I attempt to look for her reaction through my eyelashes. If I held my breath long enough, I might just be able to work up a tear. Would that be too dramatic? .. maybe.

“Oh.. uh. No, I didn’t. I’m sor–” Regret immediately paints her face.

“I’m fucking with you.” I let out a small laugh

“What?” her eyes narrow at me, trying to figure out if I’m lying or telling the truth.

“I’m joking, my grandma is fine. Are you okay? Or is it a normal occurrence for you to ask a complete stranger if they’re mourning a dead relative?" Amusement settles on my face.

She lets out an audible groan. Why is she so angry? She tugs down at the sides of her short floral dress and waves a hand out toward my arrangement. 

“Why on earth do you need every single purple flower!?” She exclaims, “And who jokes about their grandma dying?” stamping her beaten-up Doc Marten into the patchy grass. She actually stomped her foot at me. What are we twelve?

I roll my eyes and attempt to alleviate the situation, “Bachelor Buttons.” 

I have work to do and absolutely do not need an attitude from a complete stranger, even if she is cute. I have brothers for that purpose, and they do their jobs well enough.

 “They’re mostly purple but with a bit of blue. They symbolize love if you’re trying to give them to someone important.” I scratch the back of my head and briefly hope she says she’s not. I immediately throw the thought away with a shake of my head. Nope, not opening that door.

“I don’t need Bachelor Buttons.” 

“.. ookaay. You could always d –” 

“I need Irises.” She says, cutting me off, “Specifically. Okay? And I’m fine, but if I can't find irises today because of you count *poke* your *poke* days!” she ends her sentiment with a final sharp poke to my chest and storms away. God damn, her finger is like a tiny dagger.

Listen, growing up without any sisters means I don’t know much about women, but what I do know .. is definitely never believe one when they say they’re fine. 

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As I walk through the door of Caravel Tavern for the second time today, I call out, “Okay, Jake, I’m back with your eggs, Asshole. Where are you?”

I set my camera bag and the eggs down and lean over the counter, checking to see if he’s kneeling behind the bar top.

 “.. Jake?” I look side to side. Where the hell is he? It’s the middle of the day, not nearly early enough for lunch.. Not like the guy takes a break anyway. 

“JAKE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” I yell through my cupped hands. The sound echoes through the empty space.

He comes running from the back room, a panic written on his face. “Jesus Christ, Sam, what?”

“Got your eggs.” grinning wildly at him. I swear I'm actually his favorite brother. 

“Well, thanks, Samuel, for being useful for one thing today.” He says, before changing his tone, “You okay? You look a bit tense?”

“Yeah,” absentmindedly, my hand drifts to my shoulder, rubbing at the area where angry-flower-girl poked me earlier. “Actually, you’ll never believe what happened to me at the farmers market.”

He’s not looking at me when he hums his response, just putting the eggs in the mini fridge next to the ice well. I slide the second carton over to him.

“I ran into this girl, actually, she ran into me rather. I was picking out the bouquet arrangement for the photos I want to take and she sorta.. Came at me poking?”

He slowly stands and looks at me, his brow furrowed a bit. “She.. came at you?” He pauses. “Poking?”

“Poking,” I point to my shoulder in disbelief.

“Okay, and what did this poking girl want?”

“To yell at me for taking all the irises. I tried to do the gentlemanly thing and suggest an alternative, but she poked me some more and stomped off. She was hot as hell even if she was a bit psychotic.” 

“Well, why did you take all the irises? You also could have taken the other- wait, “ Jake pauses, turning to face me head-on. He sets the empty carton on the counter, “No, whatever you’re thinking about, cut it out,” He points at me, “Did you forget about the last ‘cute but insane’ girl?” 

“Hey, she wasn’t that bad! AND she was really hot?!” both hands raised.

“Sam, she cracked your windshield” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Just as I’m about to further protest, “Cracked windshield? We’re not talking about ‘the Bride of Chucky’ are we?” Josh says

“Oh, come on guys, you can say her name. And again.. She wasn't that bad.”

“No, every time you say her name she comes back like Voldemort, and none of us need that shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your ass clocked in so I get your headshots done, and you can get to work lest Jake have a stroke.” I lean toward Josh and whisper, “You’re already late.”

“When isn’t he late?” Jake sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Well,” Josh claps his hands together, “it is clearly time for my close-up. Sammy, let’s get this shit fest over with.”  

Oh, Josh, ever the dramatic brother.

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I don’t spend a ton of time taking Josh’s photos, grateful that he isn’t afraid of the camera. I barely have to direct him, which makes my life that much easier. If he could work on just not being a pain in the ass the rest of the time, that’d be great. 

A few goodbyes later, and I’m finally off to edit. Putting all my things into the passenger seat and giving my truck some words of encouragement, the engine turns over. Thank fucking god. I live fairly close to the bar, so I decide to not bother with the radio and just listen to whatever comes my way. 

Still thinking about the poking girl, mostly because my chest was sore. I didn’t expect to be stabbed today. I do hope she found her Irises…  

‘Now I don’t hardly know her, but I think I could love her,’

I turn the volume up on the radio, hoping it’ll help me focus on driving and not thinking about her.  

I make it back home, throwing the truck in park and hustling up to my apartment. I’m quickly greeted by my bundle of joy. I set all my things out to edit on the counter and take care of Miss P before I start working.

Taking a walk is probably what I needed to do anyway. 

I got Penelope right after I graduated and moved back up here. Being used to a house full of people to just living alone was.. well, lonely. I think I lasted only a few months living alone before I gave in and went to find a pet. The twins suggested a cat because they’re fairly low maintenance, and their plan was to get a couple cats once their lives settled a bit. Settled ended up being right around when Jake bought the bar, I would hardly call that settled, but it worked out for them. Me on the other hand, I’m more of a dog person. As soon as I saw Penny, I knew she’d be my adventure buddy, coming with me on my walks and hikes and photography trips. It’s definitely easier with a dog, despite what Josh says about how easy it is to train a cat with a harness to adventure with you.

Once she is settled in after our walk, I sit down to edit for a while. Pulling up the photos of Josh, something seems off. Why are half of these out of focus? I think to myself, scrolling through the options. If he could have just stopped talking for two seconds, this one would have looked good.  The longer I scroll through the options, the more annoyed I get. Why did she poke me so fucking hard? Finding myself rubbing the spot on my chest, I force myself to get up for a minute. Maybe I just need to walk around. Wandering into my bathroom, I pull the collar of my shirt down to see the spot, if it doesn’t actually bruise, I’ll be SHOCKED.  

Sitting back down, I take one look at the photo I've been trying to salvage, letting out a sigh. This is awful. 

Me: hey I’m not super happy with how Josh’s pics came out.. Do you care if I just borrow him in the morning to get some new ones? 

Me: Not at 6am tho-  it’ll be Sunday, The Lord’s day, and he would want me to get my beauty rest. 

Tweedle Dum🦞: lol that’s fine bud 

Me: I may come back for a drink tho. Shit has me STRESSED.

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“God, Sam, don’t you ever leave?” Josh calls from behind the bar. 

“You’d think I was tired of looking at your ugly mug all day, but guess not.” My lips wind into a tight smile. “Can I actually get a drink? I’m annoyed as fuck that I hate all the pictures I took today, and a drink sounds like the perfect remedy.” 

“Turning to alcohol to solve your problems, hmm?”

“Shhhhh,” I wave my hands in front of me. “Can I get a Clover Club, maybe? In a whiskey glass.. No garnish. I don’t wanna look like a little bitch.” I groan 

“Let your freak flag fly, brother,” spinning away to go make my drink and tend to the other patrons seated down the bar top. 

This drink really better do the trick so I can relax for five minutes. Honestly, the pressure I put on myself to make sure I do well for Jake’s pride and joy, along with trying to find my own way with a full-time job is a little exhausting. It’s hard knowing that Caravel is his baby; he really doesn’t have much else going on. I swear if he got laid, he’d be a hell of a lot less uptight about it, but I digress. I don’t totally feel like I’m the most reliable person, but I try to make sure he can count on me and I don’t contribute to his stress. Ya know, he’s my brother, and I want him to be as proud of me as I am of him for doing what he loves so much. I don’t think I tell him enough how proud I really am of him. He’s someone I look to for inspiration for trying to pave my own way. I’d never tell him that though, because he’d probably think I was yanking his chain or something. I have a job trial-type thing down in Boston later this week, and I’m really hoping it turns out to be something good. I could use something good right now.

Josh interrupts my thoughts, setting my drink down, “Just how you asked for it in a cocktail glass with extra garnish.”

I sigh audibly, “Ya know, I don’t even care. Gimme it.” I gulp it down in nearly one go. Josh looks surprised at me. Whether it’s because of my eagerness or because he knows I’m terrible at holding my alcohol, I’m not sure. I don’t care. 

“One more.” I close my eyes, waiting for the gin to work its magic on me. Feeling my muscles relax bit by bit, my brow finally straightens out, and I sink down against the wall closest to my seat. I sigh audibly again, though this time it’s one of relief.

The longer I sit here, the more people are trickling in. Sipping on my drink this time, I notice people in all sorts of outfits looking vaguely like anime characters. Gathering in little cliques of friend groups, a few interesting folk bouncing from table to table. I can't tell if time is moving incredibly fast or if the alcohol has made me move slower, but suddenly, I have the realization that it’s packed in here. Since opening, they’ve been able to handle everything behind the bar, just the two of them, with Daniel manning the door, but I don’t think they’re equipped to handle whatever event these people are overflowing from. 

I swig back the last sip of my drink, grab my glass, and make my way to the back room. I toss the raspberry garnish before setting the glass in the sink to be washed. Grabbing the ice bucket, I start to fill it to make sure the front is stocked for them; ice is usually always the first thing to go. I lug the full bucket back behind the bar, and refill the ice well. 

“Thanks, Sammy. Hey,  would you mind bussing some of the tables and asking the people with tabs if they need any refills, please? I’ll make sure I put you on the payroll for the night,” Jake asks, eyes pleading and desperate for help. And really, who am I to say no to him?

“Of course I can. I’ve got nothing else better to do anyway.” I start to reach for a tray. 

“Thanks. I mean it.” he says, squeezing my shoulder, “I forgot PortCon was happening, and we’re close to one of the hotels.” He explains before returning to the drink he's making. 

That explains the costumes. I do my rounds checking to make sure everyone seated in the booths are okay, grabbing the empty drinks out of their way, making light conversation when I can. I bring a tray of glasses, napkins, and various random trash items back behind the bar and set them in the bin next to Jake. Just as I go to take another trip, my eyes catch the door. Of course. Of course, this would happen to me. I can’t have a single day go smoothly if my life depended on it. Good God, someone is out to get me, I swear. 

“Fuck me,” I say out loud. 

“Who is that?” Jake says to me as he’s working on his current drink order. 

“The angry-flower-girl with the dagger fingers,” I pause, looking at the dude standing next to her, “annnd her date.”

“Oh shit.”

Crimson and Clover - Tommy James and the Shondells

“Now I don't hardly know her But I think I could love her Crimson and clover”

&lt;- Prologue Chapter Two ->

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[megamagimugi]

You stayed up late for me last night, I stay up late for you tonight 😌❤️

My dear bro, I would just like to take some time to properly thank you for every single time you've drawn art for me 🥹 You've done it so many times already and you keep gracing me with your art, and I'm so moved and grateful!! Starting with the AMAZING fanart that you made for Anything for him, and not just one chapter but the THREE of them. Oh my God, I still remember how touched and surprised I was when I first saw these three wonderful drawings and how well they encapsulate the story 🥹🥹 Needless to say I immediately fell in love with your art, my beloved twin 💚❤️

Then you invaded my inbox for the first time, and you did so with an adorable drawing of my baby girl Violet riding Polterpup, which is still among my most favorite pieces from you 🥹🥹 It was your first time drawing my girl, with her little buns and her purple pjs, and I was just so melted… 💜 And you even said you dropped every WIP that you'd been working on just to draw her!!! I just felt so honored and privileged 😭🫂

For your second time coming to my inbox, you drew my boy Luigi bringing a chocolate cake for my birthday and I swear it was the best thing ever!! 😄 He was soooo cute, and the cake looked delicious 😋🎂 Literally two of my favorite things put together!! I still treasure this drawing dearly 💚

Not long afterwards you did something even greater… You turned Boma's idea about my girl Violet into a comic. My dear bro… I know it wasn't my idea, but the fact that you were inspired to make a comic featuring my OC had me over the freaking MOON. Seriously, it was so damn AWESOME. I still can't get over how adorable you drew Violet, with those big blue eyes of her and her little smile 🥹🥹 I still have to write something inspired by that comic someday 💜

But you still weren't done with my little girl!! First you sent to my inbox your doodle of Fire Violet as I told you this is her favorite power-up, and I know it's yours too 😁 You certainly brightened my day!! But then after asking me, you also colored her and I swear I'm just so in LOVE with the colors and the pose and everything!!! Fire Violet also needs to appear in a story at some point, and OF COURSE I shall be using your lovely drawing as inspo 🔥💜

Later on you graced yet another one of my fanfics with your astounding talent. Bro, I can't get tired of seeing the wonderful piece you made for Keeping you warm to celebrate its first anniversary. I just love how well you captured the essence of the story, the brotherly love, the Dreambeats, Mount Pajamaja, Dreambert and Starlow being so concerned… It's brilliant. Genius. PERFECT. As you know it remained as my phone wallpaper for a LONG time. It's that amazing 👌🏻👏🏻

One of the drawings that moved me the most DEFINITELY has to be the one you sent to my inbox a month ago. You just put so much love and care into your Cheerleader Bros… It's the sweetest thing ever that you drew them as a way of encouraging me with my studies, but then the fact that you put them in yellow and purple outfits because you remembered how I said that I LOVE how well those two colors go together, and with my name printed on their top parts… Mugi, I swear that I'm getting emotional just as I type this 🥹🥹🥹 Seriously, you're so sweet and caring, and I'm so lucky to have you 🫂❤️💚 Needless to say that your adorable Cheerleader Bros remain as my phone lockscreen and I have no intention of replacing them any time soon 🤭💜💛

But then a few days later you still drew something more for me: an adorable scene of Luigi and Daisy wearing two of my favorite (if not MY favorite) outfits from MKW 🥹🥹🥹 I know very well you're not into romance and shipping, so please let me make it VERY clear that I deeply appreciate and value that you did this just so that I could see them together in these outfits. I'm just so glad that I could write something for it, which, on the other hand, was inevitable 🤭 I certainly got my wish and more!! 🫂 And it actually remained as my phone wallpaper until yesterday, hehe 🤭💚🧡

And then we get to my beautiful and adorable profile pic!! 😄👏🏻 Oh gosh, I still get so giddy every time that I see it!! It was such an HONOR that you drew my beloved Bookworm Luigi with his roses and, of course, his doggo Polty to celebrate Book Day 🥹📚 He's so lost in his book and he's just sooooooo cute 📖🌹 I love it dearly!! 💚

Of course I can't forget about our little art exchange from a couple of weeks ago 😄 I'm just so happy and honored that you liked the little drawing and fic that I sent to your inbox, and I swear I squealed when I saw the adorable doodle you responded to me with!! I know I'm no artist but it was just SO AMAZING to have an art exchange with one of my favorite artists AND my beloved spiritual brother 🥹💚❤️

And last but not least… Just last night you made such a beautiful and touching drawing to go with my last story!! First of all: it was such an honor and a pleasure to write something inspired by your favorite band, and even more so to know that you loved and enjoyed it so much!! Finding your PRECIOUS drawing in your reblog was such an unexpected and touching surprise 🥹🥹🥹 I just can't get over the way Luigi holds his little girl in his arms, with his hand caressing her hair while he sings to her, and the loving look he's giving her simply MELTS my heart. He's such a loving father… And I see how he's doing some sort of forehead touch with his baby girl. So damn TENDER 🥹💚💜

As for Violet… Mugi, I am in LOVE with the way you draw my girl. She seriously looks so precious and cute every single time that you draw her, and her sweet nature is clearly visible in her expression. I just love seeing her so snuggled up in her dad's arms and how she slowly falls asleep as the song goes on. She looks so serene… and so peaceful, lulled by her dad's voice. You really make me wanna hold her myself 🥹💜

If I counted correctly, it's been a total of eleven times that you've drawn art for me/inspired by my ideas. Mugi, my bro… How can I even start to thank you??? Just, wow. I swear I'm beyond touched right now 🥲 You not only look after me as the AMAZING twin brother that you are, but also spoil me with your impressive talent. I'm just happy that I've been able to write for you many times, be it short stories that I share when I reblog your wonderful pieces or longer fics to go with your art.

But seriously… thank you. I'm very aware of the lucky gal that I am. As well as extremely blessed for having you in my life. I swear the fact that you ✨exist✨ is enough to warm my heart and put a smile on my face, but then you come and do all this for me and more and, just, wow. I never know how to properly thank you. I always feel you deserve more than I'm able to express.

Still, I hope this ask could put a smile on your face and was somehow proof enough of how grateful I am for every single time you've made art for me and, in general, for being your spiritual twin sister. Having you in my life is a pure delight. Thank you so much for everything, bro. I love you ❤️💚

Eheheheheh, oh my, I did not expect to find an ask like this in my inbox all of a sudden. Zahra, you're so incredibly sweet🥹🥰 *checks the time* Also, wow, you sure stayed up VERY late. I hope you could sleep in today.

What an awesome way to celebrate all of the art I've made for you so far. Such a nice compilation, and so many good memories related to each of these pieces. I love creating for other people and seeing that you love my art for you or inspired by your ideas makes me happy😄❤️ Here's to many more of such artworks in the future!

I must say though, that Luaisy drawing wasn't romantic just for you - I really did think that Daisy in that dress would be a great companion for Gondolier Luigi, and that it would be fitting to make it a gondola date. I may not be much into romance, but I'm not some big romance hater, either😆 And if it's a pairing already established in canon, then I am willing to draw it every once in a while😁 That being said, I'm glad I could surprise you with that doodley little piece as I know how much you love Luaisy. And that it even inspired you to write something for it🥰

And... did you just say you'd like to write something based on my comic adaptation of Boma's idea?👀 Ohhhh...

Speaking of which, as a thanks for all the times you've written something for me/inspired by my art and ideas, let me compile all of the stories so far:

Without him - what a way to start the list, huh?😄 The story inspired by my Luigi's Mansion alternate ending and the art He's-a Gone I created for it, as well as my beaten up Mario for the expression challenge. An amazing birthday gift and and amazing fic.

An electrical aura (Mario's POV) - another amazing birthday gift which was actually requested by me, and you sure delivered! More than I dared to ask for, in fact😁 Great stuff.

A peaceful break - a lovely short story you wrote inspired by my art At Peace. That one is very touching and meaningful to me as it was the moment you felt comfortable and inspired to write about the Mario Bros. again after all hell broke loose in March. Come to think of it, it was also the first fanart I decided to post since then, so you could say it was an important healing moment for us both☺️ Anyway, I love how you captured the serenity I was trying to portray (and will into existence).

A new song - the story you wrote based on the aforementioned Luaisy drawing🥰 It was pretty sweet with all the singing! Music makes everything better, right?😄

Bro - a cute and comforting story (plus a drawing!) you completely surprised me with by sending it as and ask, which was so, so sweet btw🥹 It's so touching that you wrote it to make me feel better. You really are the best, my twin💚

Follow Me - an absolutely precious father-daughter story starring Luigi and Violet. Inspired by one of the first Muse songs I introduced you to. It means a lot to me that you were inspired by my favorite band, as well as the fact that you decided to gift me this story on AO3, which I didn't expect at all🥰 As I told you before, it was so magical to see the lyrics in your writing!

I hope I'm not forgetting anything🤔 But as you can see, it's already quite a lot! 6 stories already🤯 In the span of what, two months? Wow. Thank you so much for all of them, sis!

And thank you for this touching and sweet ask, too. And everything else you've done for me. You are the best spiritual twin sister ever, and I love you!❤️💚

[sleepingpillscosmos]

INK — rin itoshi

pairing: rin itoshi x fem!reader.

warnings/content: both rin and reader are tattoo artists and have tattoos. maybe ooc rin [?]. suggestive towards the end.

wc: 2.9k.

requested: no.

a/n: I love and hate this at the same time? tf is wrong with me. please let me know what you think or I'll probably go crazy 😭.

You cleaned and sanitized your room after the last client of the day left. It wasn't a particularly busy day, just a couple of clients with relatively small tattoos to be done. Plus they all loved your sketches so you didn't have to change anything before starting your work. You left your room and approached Isagi, who sat at the front desk checking his phone, since the work for the day was pretty much done for everyone.

"Isagi, Rin's still here or did he already leave?" you asked leaning on the desk, he lifted his gaze from his phone, "He's still here. I think he's working on some designs in his room or something."

You thanked him and made your way in front of Rin's door. You knocked, as for asking the permission to enter, and quickly entered the room, closing the door behind you, when his response arrived soon after. Rin sat on his office chair, with his feet on the desk, his iPad on his lap and the pen in his dominant hand.

"Hi Rin, I want to ask you something." you started, making some steps towards him and fidgeting with your hands, something that Rin noticed you did often when he first met you. He looked at you, before signing with his free hand to continue.

"I know you really hate doing this, and I feel really bad asking you this." his eyes snapped back at you, you offered him a tight lipped smile before continuing, "So, I've been working on a new sketch for a new tattoo for some time now, and I would really love to get it. The problem is, I usually tattoo myself, I've been doing it since I started to tattoo, but this project is a back piece, so I can't do it myself in any way. My question is, could you do it for me?"

He simply stared at you, not saying a single word. After a few seconds you started to regret even thinking to ask him. You knew he never tattooed other's works, and you couldn't really blame him for it since you did the same thing. He was really selective with his clients, if he didn't like the idea they wanted to get, he had no problem telling them to go to another tattooer. Some might say it's stupid and unprofessional, but Rin didn't really care. "Forget it! It was stupid of me for even   asking-" "Let me see the sketch.".

You blinked twice, making sure you weren't imagining things, then you quickly made your way back to your room to grab the sketch and go immediately back to Rin, earning a confused look from Isagi, who practically saw you running for your life to your room and back to Rin's. You handed your iPad to Rin to let him see your idea. He looked at it for some minutes, zooming to see some of the details you drew, while you waited patiently beside him to hear what he thought about it.

"As you said, I don't usually tattoo other's work," he started, handing the device back, you took it back, nodding to him as for saying that you understood. You kind of expected his response. "But, since you can't do it yourself, for obvious reasons, and because I like the design, I can do it for you.".

You smiled widely, "That's great. Real fucking great. Thank you so much.".

"When are you free to do it?" you asked, hoping you didn't have to wait too much. "It should take five or six hours, if you want it in black and gray. So if you're free tonight, I can do it now.". You nodded immediately, you wanted to get it as soon as possible. You worked on it for months, and you were more than free tonight. "While I prepare everything can you go and print the stencil?" "Sure".

You exited the room with a smile that reached your ears and excitement that was radiating off of you. "Can you print this stencil Isagi?" you sang and he took your iPad to start printing the stencil, "You're starting something like this now?" he asked curious and you nodded, "Rin told me that if I was free tonight he could do it immediately, and knowing he has lots of clients I couldn't say no to him.".

Isagi's eyes widened, "Isn't this your drawing? Rin's doing it for you?" "I wasn't expecting it either, trust me." he scoffed shaking his head and smirking slightly, you looked at him suspiciously, "What?", but he brushed you off with his hand and gave you the stencil, "Have fun.".

You went back to Rin once again, and fortunately he was taking out the last few things he needed.

"Take off you shirt, you can leave your bra on but you have to unbuckle it." you nodded, already familiar with his instructions as you did the same job as him. Once you were ready, with one of your arms keeping your bra in place, he shaved the part of your back that he was going to tattoo before placing the stencil on your skin. "You can check if you like the placement.". 

You went in front of the mirror in his room, checking as best as you could the placement. "It's perfect.",

You lay down to get started, with your right cheek on the leather of the tattoo chair and your arms dangling. Rin sat down beside you, with his tattoo machine in his gloved hand ready to start. Once the needles started to poke you skin, you suddenly understood why your clients seemed to be in so much pain when you tattooed their backs. You hissed slightly, squinting your eyes, "Low pain tolerance?" Rin teased and you could see the little smirk on his face on the mirror, which was near where you two were. You didn't answer him but rolled your eyes, deciding that it would be better.

He continued to work on your skin, while you watched him thanks to the reflection of the mirror. You had to admit that you looked a bit like a creep, but seeing his concentrated expressions, which weren't much different from his usual stoic one, was strangely relaxing, and you didn't really have much else to do in this position.

"Why did you ask me to do this out of everyone in this studio?" he asked curiously while he wiped the ink in excess with a paper towel. "Well, Isagi started to tattoo people a few weeks ago, and, even if I think he's really talented, he still needs to improve. Bachira is really good too, but his style is the opposite of mine, Chigiri's style too. So the only one left was you." "So I was your last resort?" He asked half jokingly, "Actually you were my first choice, idiot." He met your eyes for a few seconds in the mirror, asking you to continue with your explanation.

"Our styles are pretty similar, so you were the obvious choice, plus I really like your works. At first I didn't even consider the others, but then I didn't have the courage to ask you." you confessed to him, "Why?" "I saw how you respond to the clients who ask you to do other's work, and I have to say I was actually scared." you laughed slightly, trying not to move too much, and you saw the little scoff that Rin let out.

"Am I that scary? You've known me for years." he asked. "You look like you want to murder those people! I was ready to get killed when I knocked at your door today!". You could be a bit dramatic at times, but Rin let out an amused laugh after hearing you being scared of him.

After hours of works, and after loads of pain, too much pain, you were finally done. Rin cleaned for the last time all the ink in excess and let you go to check your new tattoo. "I love it!" you turned to him, "Thank you so much, again." He brushed you off, saying that it was nothing. You looked again at your back, happy to finally have your sketch on your skin, before going back to Rin to let him apply the second skin over your tattooed skin. 

"I don't think I have to explain to you how to take care of the tattoo." he said while securing that the film was well applied with his palms, you scoffed jokingly. "What if I don't know?" "Then you wouldn't be as good as I thought at your job." 

He went to clean everything while you dressed, but you stopped before even putting on your t-shirt, realizing that you bra was still unbuckled and you couldn't buckle it yourself, without taking it off completely, because of the second skin. "Could.. ehm.. could you buckle my bra?". Saying that you looked like a tomato was understatement. "Sure" he answered before placing himself behind you, reaching for the two parts of your bra to buckle them. You could feel his breath on your skin, and even if he literally had his hands on you for hours until a few minutes ago, it felt strange. It felt different.

You quickly dressed to help Rin clean everything so that you two could finally go home and eat, since it was 11 pm and neither of you put something that wasn't water in you stomach since lunch. Fortunately Isagi already cleaned the reception, so all you had to do after cleaning Rin's room was to switch off all the lights and lock the front door of the studio.

While Rin was locking the door, you searched for your house keys in your back pack. "Oh fuck me." you said defeated, "At least take me to dinner first" he said teasingly and you hit him weakly. "Idiot. I forgot my keys at home and my roommate is out of town right now, so I have to sleep in my car." you whined to him, "You can crash at mine if you want." he said, looking at everything but you. "Really?" he nodded in response.

You two made your way to Rin's car, and after a short ride, you were finally in front of his apartment. It was the first time you went to his place, and it totally reflected his personality. It was very clean and tidy, the furnitures were all in the tones of black and gray and the walls were anthracite gray. The only touches of colour were the few photos he put on his furnitures and the multiple drawings hanged on the walls, probably made by himself, since you could recognize his personal style.

"I still have to the grocery store this week, so the fridge is nearly empty. But I should have some cup noodles." he said looking in the cabinets in his kitchen, you hummed in response, leaning on the counter. When he finally found them, he put some water to heat. While you waited for the water to boil, Rin changed his clothes and then he got you an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his closet, so that you could change too. You changed in the bathroom, then you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked a bit ridiculous. His clothes were big on you, making you look shorter than your actual height. But they were comfortable. And smelled good too.

You went back to the kitchen and fortunately your very luxurious dinner was ready. You both nearly devoured your dinner, still standing in the kitchen, making small and nonsense talks between bites. Once you both finished, the talks transformed into a real conversation about your job. You didn't bother to move to his couch or anywhere else, you just leaned on the counter facing each other. It was interesting hearing about how he got his inspirations for his sketches and how he decided to do this job, as you never had the opportunity to talk with him about this things, even in all these years you were friends and worked together.

"How many tattoos do you have?" you asked curiously, you've seen a couple of them on his arms and hands, but you were sure those weren't the only ones. He thought about your question for a few seconds before answering, "About eleven, I think. You?" he questioned back. "Seven, and I'm planning on doing a lot more. I'll probably get some of my favorites from my portfolio. Can I see yours?" you said excitedly, he nodded starting to show you the ones on his arms and hands, with which you were already familiar. Then he proceeded to show the one on his calf, which you already saw when he changed into some shorts earlier. The next ones were one on his knee and one on the back of his thigh.

He turned his back to you, taking off his shirt to show you the tattoo on his back. The tattoo was beautiful, it took all the upper part of his back. You took a couple of steps closer to get a better look to all the details, while Rin explained to you why he got the tattoo in question. Something he did with every tattoo he showed before. He turned back to face you again, finding you a lot closer than before, but he didn't make any move to put distance between the two of you. 

For last he showed you the two tattoos on his clavicles, which were mirrored. "This ones are so cool." you reached out to lightly graze your finger tips on them, amazed by their beauty. "Yeah, and they hurt like a bitch." he said, and you chuckled softly, moving your eyes to look in his for a few seconds before turning them back on his skin.

The room suddenly became quiet. Rin observed your movements, you retreated your hands and he already missed the slight heat of your fingertips on his skin. You lifted your gaze again, wondering why he became so silent all of a sudden. You looked in each others eyes for a few seconds. Rin moved first, slightly moving his face towards yours to see what you would do. When he saw you didn't back down, he crushed his lips with yours.

Your hands went immediately to his neck, while one of his was on your left cheek and the other found place on your hip. The kiss was heated from the very first moment, with the both of you growing more and more eager to feel the other by the second. His hands reached you back thighs, helping you to hop on the counter behind you, without stopping the kiss. He positioned himself between your legs, one of the hands remained on your thigh while the other returned to your cheek. When the both of you were breathless, Rin detached from your lips, deciding to leave a trace of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back, leaving you panting heavily to catch your breath.

"Wait a moment." you said still a bit out of breath, Rin hummed in response, not stopping his movements, but continuing to kiss your neck. Your hands, which previously moved on the nape of his neck, grabbed his shoulders to stop him completely, "We should stop.".

He looked at you puzzled, "What?" You took a deep breath, "I can't over-sweat. You know this. We should stop." you repeated, even if you really didn't want to. You couldn't risk to get a tattoo infection. 

Rin removed your hands from his shoulders, "Don't worry, I have the AC in my room." he said before kissing you again, just as eager as before. You had to stop yourself from laughing, but Rin could feel your slight smile on his lips. When he understood you wouldn't stop him again, he lifted you nearly effortlessly. You yelped in surprise, lacing your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips. He smirked in return, making his way to his room with you in his arms.