#like yes that a lot of money i can recognize that but my parents want it fixed and in all honeat

[lueurjun]

f1 driver!boyfriend heeseung.

request — if you are accepting requests i was thinking maybe something like formula one driver heeseung x reader where they travel to support him at his races all around the world, and also watching their boyfriend become world champion at the end of the season? thank you <3 !! 🎀

eek ! sorry this took so long. i have been in a deep writers block. but i hope you enjoy this lovely <3 this is long, my bad… i got carried away because i loved writing this. i had so much fun im not even kidding, i think i’m going to turn this into a written series for heeseung.

refer to this edit for the vibes—it has me in a chokehold and gave me the motivation for this.

rocking back and forth because ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

LEE HEESEUNG?? FORMULA ONE DRIVER?

SEDATE ME ! I NEED THIS

ahem anyways :)

heeseung’s career began at eight years old when his parents finally gave in and allowed him to start go karting.

f1 was his dream! he had posters in his room. miniature car figurines in a glass case that he didn’t let anybody touch. he sat for every race, knew every driver and owned so much merch that his mother had to hide her credit card

it’s giving maddy knew who she was from a young age- it’s giving obsession- it’s giving me with my enhypen obsession-

it was clear from the get go that this kid had some talent. he knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it better than anyone else

though he’s always been a little bit of a shit talker and ended up in several friendly feuds with other upcoming drivers.

lmao can you imagine 8 year old heeseung bickering with max verstappen?

as he grew older, he began competing in various competitions, and won the majority of them which opened up the doors to competing internationally

years later, he secures a position in F3 and gradually works his way up to F2. eventually, he makes it into F1 as one of the most promising drivers, under the guidance of red bull

now let’s introduce you

*louder than heeseung* hey 😘😉

you met Heeseung at one of his karting races when he was 15. instantly recognizing his potential, you had him sign your phone case, insisting that he was going to be famous one day and you wanted to sell it on ebay when he did.

absolute icon if you ask me

he thought you were being ridiculous, but he couldn't help but feel flattered by your confidence. after signing your phone case, he surprised you by asking for your number.

and who are you to pass up on the opportunity to keep in touch with a soon to be famous racer?

i can race faster than him just sayin ✋🙂‍↔️🤚 broom broom

the two of you remained in touch, and you attended as many races as possible to support him as a best friend. two years later, just as he secured a seat in F2, heeseung nervously asked you to be his partner.

which, of course, you were more than happy to.

now, onto present day: f1 driver heeseung with you, his beloved partner.

not you in your wag era-

i genuinely see you owning a tiktok account where you kinda just post daily grwms or vlogs which feature heeseung and your life travelling with him

and everybody eats it up because they get to see the human side of heeseung not just the aggressive driver that shit talks everything and everyone

yes i’m making him a sassy shit talker because i want to SUE ME

you kinda prove to his haters that he’s actually a huge nerd with the cutest personality, which garners him a lot more support

his team ADORES you for this

but it’s also really funny because why is the p2 winner, cocky red bull driver giving your followers a haul on all of his toy story merch?

his helmet is definitely custom designed as buzz lightyear and i find that absolutely adorable

he also has your initial on his helmet somewhere that everyone thinks is so sickeningly cute

he calls it his good luck charm

you receive some hate with jealous people accusing you of only wanting his money and fame

haters come outside i’m not gonna do anything. haha. i just wanna talk ( and set their hair on fire ) just a lil chit chat 😃

but for the most part, you are actually very much adored

if fans see you walking around, they call out for you to take pics with them

which you do, albeit with a little hesitance, as you’re not used to the spotlight and don’t quite understand why people idolise you.

ummmm because you’re perfect🫶 hope this helps

in this scenario, you’re a full time influencer which makes it easy for you to travel alongside him and attend all of his races

which is good because you couldn’t make his japan gp due to an issue and he damn near lost his mind

bro was STRESSING

i would be too if i had u and had to deal with a couple days without u 🫶

he made it everyone’s issue

his team were so tired of him that they sent you multiple texts begging for you to get on a flight

he was so sassy during his interviews and the viewers immediately knew it was because you weren’t there

‘bringy/nback’ trended with memes making fun of him for being a brat without you there

he finished really badly that weekend

bro relies on you fr

when you eventually returned at his side for his next race

he was back to his angelic self

you made him apologize to all the team

imagine you stood behind him with your arms crossed, shaking your head while he sheepishly apologises in front of everyone for being difficult HAHHAHA

he was all smiles in his interview and got p1 because he was eager to impress you

gigglin and kickin my feet BECAUSE HES SO CUTE

and you’re stood in the paddock, watching with the biggest grin on your face

when the podium celebration rolls around, you’re front row and he makes sure you get hit with some champagne with the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen

he ruined your very expensive outfit but you didn’t have it in you to be mad

i would never do that to you personally- just saying, your clothes would always be in pristine condition if you were with me… just sayin ✋😌🤚

when the two of you leave literally anywhere, he gets swarmed by fans

tells them to wait a second, and gets you to the car safely before he jogs over to sign some stuff

if you can’t get to the car, he makes sure your hand is in his, keeping you close whilst he signs things

he’s always hyper aware of your safety in public

if you’re instantly met with flashing lights, he will either cover your eyes or take off his hat and put it on your head to shield you

your safety always comes before his

also can we talk about your fashion?

you always dress to impress, never a bad outfit day

pfft is anyone surprised? you’re literally gods gift to earth- MOVE HEESEUNG

travel days are always so tiring for heeseung

which is when you become the protective one

holding him protectively whilst you both wait for your flight

running your hands through his hair

he holds you so tight; he doesn’t care who sees or about getting teased by his fellow drivers

when you’re finally in the air, whether it be private jet or not, you always make yourself into a personal pillow for him

it could be the cushiest flight known to man, and you’d still be his pillow

that should be me fr

he sleeps like a baby the whole time

and you don’t mind because you know he needs it

in the days leading up to the championship, he becomes…

unbearable? whiny? annoying? come here, i’d never- sorry sorry 😔

tense…

his stress levels are through the roof and nothing really helps other than just letting him be

he’s snappier than usual, but after many years together, you’ve learned to let it go

because you know this is a huge deal for him and he always apologises afterwards

the only thing you can really do is serve as his support and try to relax him as best as you can

like couple spa days when his schedule isn’t crammed

sightseeing to enjoy the beautiful country

even lying in your hotel room the night before, reminiscing about your relationship and his journey to becoming one of the best

you’d feel his heartbeat beneath your back which would be pressed up against him

his shaky breaths against the side of your neck as he pressed nervous kisses beneath your ear, nibbling slightly on the lobe

god… i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

“will you still love me if i don’t win tomorrow?”

you can tell he’s straddling the line between joking and genuinely needing reassurance

so, you do what you always do

you turn, cup both of his cheeks in your palms, and press your forehead against his

“you look funny.”

he’d giggle, and you’d start wiggling your eyebrows to make him laugh harder

and he always does, because to him, you’re the funniest person he’s ever met

then, you’d scrunch up your nose and gently sweep it against his, eventually leaving a kiss on the bridge.

“i will love you no matter what. even if you wake up tomorrow and decide that you want to quit, i will love you. even if you decide to walk away from it all, i will love you. because at the end of the day, it’s not the trophies that matter or the podiums. it’s you. you, you, you! your happiness, your peace of mind. you are my greatest achievement; you are my championship win. and i will love you until my heart beats its last pump of blood.”

if you look closely, you can see me drowning in the shower-

a million kisses are shared that night before the two of you finally slip into a steady sleep

when the next morning rolls around, heeseung doesn’t talk much as he gets himself ready for the race

you’re a bundle of nerves as you follow behind him, hand clutched in his own

pre race cuddles are a must in his little rest room

there’s not much talking, heeseung quite likes his silence to gather his mind and enter his racing headspace

but his hold on you, and the way he looks at you speaks for itself. you don’t need his words to know that he loves you and he wants to win not only for himself or red bull, but you.

“if we win this, i’ll give you my helmet to sell on ebay. i think it would go nicely with the signature i gave you at 15.”

your heart quite literally melts into a puddle at the memory

you grin, peppering a bunch of kisses all over his face until you finally land on his lips, soaking in the pre race nerves and savouring the taste of nutella from his pancakes he had that morning

“oh, i am going to be absolutely loaded.”

the two of you share a laugh, knowing silently that you’d never sell it on ebay because it’s tucked away in your memory box, where it will stay until you’re grey and old

a piece of the past where the two of you very first met

the peace drains from the room as though a plug had been pulled from the bathtub, with tension and nerves flooding in

look at me getting all poetic 😌

heeseung doesn’t let go of your hand until he absolutely has to

leaving you alongside his family members with a kiss so passionate it left your mind reeling

his mother grabs your hand after sharing her own moment with him, and the two of you hold on tight to the hope that he’s going to win

the race is tense, you’re almost in tears from the chaos and the nerves

your heart feels like it’s seconds from stopping as the end to the final lap approaches with heeseung in close second

he’s going to overtake, and you’re not quite sure whether your heart could handle it

STOP WHY IS MY HEART POUNDING AS IF IM THERE PLS

you grip onto his mother, the two of you holding onto each other in anticipation

it happens within seconds, you barely have time to process it

heeseung overtakes, barely missing the Ferrari car as he does so

several seconds later, your world stops as the red bull team bursts into celebration

someone is shaking you, gripping onto you with pure elation but everything is in slow motion

heeseung just won the world championship

your heeseung just won

nah because why am i crying? someone take my laptop i’m far too into this

you choke out a sob, allowing his mother to cradle you in her arms with tears flowing down her own cheeks

you’re a crying mess, blubbering proudly and unable to make sense of anything

you don’t even care that the camera is on you, displaying your reaction for everyone to see

“he did it!”

“he absolutely did!”

you don’t know how much time has passed before he’s running towards you, yanking the helmet off

there’s no time to process anything before he sweeps you up into his arms, pressing kisses all over your skin wherever his lips could fit

he holds you like you’re the trophy, lifting you up proudly like a medal

tears cascade down your cheeks like a summer waterfall, while warmth and joy spread through you

he did it. he actually did it.

“get that helmet signed, boy. i’m gonna be rich!”

[christinebloodwrittings]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do an Alastor x Reader, where Reader and Alastor are about to get married, but the day before their wedding, Alastor mysteriously disappears. On their bed lays a note: “I’m sorry, I had to leave.”?

Heart in debt

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader Summary: "Until death do us apart" turned into a "Until I see you again in hell", when Alastor, for unknown reasons, decided to become a runaway groom. Warnings: Gore, bit of angst.

Sorry for the delay dearest, this work took 4 drafts and a lot of re-write, I hope the result is to your liking :3.

The venue was reserved in advance, your mother had chosen the perfect location for you. The catering service was already paid for, as was the florist, band and cake.

Everything was ready.

Looking back, as you finished getting ready for bed, with your nerves on edge, you remembered how your parents reacted when you told them you were getting married.

The best couple ever, welcomed your fiancé, Alastor, as if they had recognized the plague made person. The permanent smile, the aura of death, and well, something they saw in him made them act defensively.

However, of course, your father loved you more than anything in life, so since the ring was of high quality, he had a house on his name, he could provide for you and assure you a future with children, he had no choice but to swallow his opinions and daydream the day when you say he can shoot his brains out.

It was distasteful to you that your father wanted to kill your fiancé, but you knew he loved you and as long as he was with you, Alastor would be fine.

And he was waiting in bed, with his glasses on the edge of his nose, busy with a book. "Excuse me, madam, but if you hold the rifle like that, you will hurt yourself due to the force of the recoil" you remembered your first interaction, his voice was as soft as silk, manners polished up to perfection.

“Then, what would you say is the best way?”  you suspected he was going to say something mannish and arrogant, most man didn’t believed women could do nothing except cooking and breed children, judging by the eat shitting grin he was wearing, you were expecting the worst sexist comment.

Instead he asked your permission to help you, after you said yes, he gently moved your arms upwards to accommodate your position, then gently pulled sideways your hips, “Your support leg must be straight and tight, strong, otherwise you will fall back” then a rustle in the bushes alerted both of you, a white back deer.

“You can do it, aim” he encouraged you, watching the majestic prongs of the deer appear at the distance, “Breathe, don’t rush” his breath on your ear sent a shiver up your spine, “Now!” he spoke, you pulled the trigger, he held you during the push back, that kind of rifle was far too intense, even for him, but it had the enough power to kill the animal just fine.

“Do I have something on my face, dear?” he noticed your stare, smiling softly. You walked to him, pecking his cheek softly, “Now there is” he chuckled, setting his book on the nightstand, then he opened his arms to you, which were soon filled with your figure.

"I can't wait for us to be one" you snuggled against his chest, "Me neither, dearest" he pulled you closer, your hair ticking his nose. "At this hour tomorrow I'll be Mrs. Hartfield, I wish your mother were here to enjoy with us" his mom had passes away when he was a kid, but since your mother was friends with her, you got faint memories of the sweet woman that had raised your soon-to-be husband.

"She probably would have made a joyride out of the planning" his sarcasm got you giggling, "You're so mean" He kissed your temple, enjoying your laughter, "Rather honest, darling".

Nothing could go wrong at the moment, you were in cloud nine, until you woke up and noticed Alastor was gone. It was weird, usually he wouldn't move out of bed until you did. 

“My love, I'm sorry, I  had to leave. I realized I'm not ready. I'll be sending you money to compensate for the expenses. I'm sorry” Signed with his name, his calligraphy on a piece of paper next to his spot.

"Mamma?" You held the telephone life for dear life, barely holding on, "Did something happened my dear? You sound distressed" yes you were, also were under every type of weather, "He left, he left me a letter, and his clothes are gone" You chocked out on your words, tears falling onto your nightgown.

"Like full closet gone?" At her question you yelled back that he was gone, your heart shattered when you took notice that he even took his radio with him.

"I'll be there in just a moment; I'll make some calls okay?" She reassured you, "What happened?" You father spoke in the background, "Alastor left your daughter on her wedding day" Your mother tried to as delicate as she could, "Bastard! Don't worry baby, if he decides to come back, he's good as dead" he made the click of his shotgun sound against the phone, "I knew that son of a bitch was no good for my princess" he shouted.

"Maybe I did something wrong" you sobbed, "No sweetie, how can you think that? The lad wasn't ready, is no one's fault" Your mother tried to reassured you, but truth to be told, nothing could console you at that moment.

You refused to abandon his house, it was briefly yours before he went away, but the real reason was, that you still had some hope he would at some point come back. When he never did, you abandoned the house to live with your parents.

One night, returning late from your make up job at the speakeasy, you felt a rush, a cold feeling up your spine. Looking into the glass on the other side of the street, you caught the sight of a man, walking fast behind you.

Speeding up the pace, you ventured yourself into the swamp, the bayou. You knew Alastor had a hunting shed where you could at least arm yourself, you only had to run faster. Your heels at one point buried themselves in the mud, you had to continue on foot, a plus point since despite the stones and thorns on the way, you managed to reach the place.

You heard the paces even nearer, in a hurry you forced the lock to break, then took a rifle off the table inside, put three bullets in the chamber, then when the silhouette of your stalker opened up the door, he saw the end of the cannon pointing straight at his head.

“Turn back, leave!” your voice echoed through the trees, the wind eating up your voice quickly, “I will not repeat myself” you threatened, pulling the safety mechanism, “Poor little doll, you think you’re capable to-“ shakily, you fired, he was taken aback, nearly fallen to the ground.

“YOU WHORE!” he yelled, pressing a hand to his shoulder, “Leave, now” the rush that firing him gave you, was a sensation you couldn’t describe. It sent a shock of pleasure down your spine, you liked that feeling, even more so, when the one scared now, was him.

“Human scum” you aimed at his head, “See you in hell” his eyes took a less sharp look, his rage turned into fear, then absolute nothingness wrapped in blood.

Karma was a very ironic lady, when you pulled the man’s body to the lake, you tripped on an underwater root, your body barely above water caught the attention of a beast, and sooner than later, you were devoured by an alligator.

One man, one bloodlust rush sent you to hell.

A hundred years or so, after that incident, after surviving another extermination, hidden in a box in the closet. You felt a presence, something following you, you turned a corner, gun in hand, prepared to defend yourself if necessary.

When the footsteps stopped on the other side of the building, a shadow peeked its face towards you, the smile he was wearing was an amused one, especially when he saw you pointing the gun at him.

A slight unusual sound, seemingly a laugh, followed by its hand taking yours, only to leave a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Rather dashing, are you not?” your fear was not yet dissipated, but it was so gentle, offering its arm to walk you down the street.

“I’ve been eager to salute you, though I must say, you are rather hard to find” his voice was merely a whisper, “Am I supposed to know who you are?” he stopped in his tracks, “My most sincere apologies, but I don’t own a name, I’m simply a reflection, a shadow of a man” it seemed sad, yet conscious of its existence.

“Does this man, who’s footsteps you should be following, knows me?” he nodded in response, following by a quiet “He does”. You thought back how many men you have consorted with, who might have access or knowledge of umbrakinesis, none came to your mind.

“Am I to be afraid of his intentions?” as any other man you have encountered, you’ve never been able to shake the fear, always having to have a gun attached to your waist, “He has none, he thinks he has hurt you enough, with his sudden absence” he had been prohibited to utter the incident, but he found a way to do so anyways without actually saying ‘Alastor left you, and it pains him every day’.

“Alastor” his name fell off your lips like hasn’t done before, in quite a while, “Will he agree to see me?” you asked, wanting at least an explanation, “He’s not the man you remember” the shadow warned, but you were persistent, “I’d like to see him, if he has a moment he can gift me”.

His nonexistent heart shook in his chest, “I’ll see what I can do” that sentence alone brought you more hope than anything in the world, “Can you do me one more favor? I’ll see that you get compensated” now in your home, you took paper and pen, at the same time that you took a tiny bag off one of your drawers.

“This are three pure gold coins, Spanish ones, Cortéz brought this ones himself” you placed the bag on its hand, “I hope you accept this as payment, to pass him a letter?” he nodded watching you take your quill and start writing to him.

When you were done, you melted a bit of candle wax, sealing your heart in that page, then he left with the letter.

“My dearest friend.

How the time has treated us, I hope will never know. If there was a god up there I shall thank him, for it brought you back to me somehow, however subtle presence that is.

Have you seen the changes? Are you still pursuing your ambitions? How have you been all these years? Many questions flooded my mind, as soon as your name was brought to me for the first time in a century.

If it’s not too much of a bother, I would like to see you, an hour is all I desire.”

I’ll await your answer, in whichever mean you see fit.

While reading the letter, Alastor made a pause, his eyes burning with the old feeling, the same crushing one he was hunted by ever since he left under the mantle of the night.   

“I am not mad at you, I just wish for clearance, closure.

Happy to make your acquaintance whenever you’d like.

Sincerely, Y/n.”

“Take the package with you, and make sure she’s safe” he ordered his shadow, who flew a couple days later to your doorstep.

A box, laced with a red ribbon. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a radio inside, engraved with flowers and birds in the most exquisite wood that hell could offer. On top of it, there was a note that read “Play me”.

You sat by the fireplace, leaving the radio on the tea table, your shadow friend taking seat beside you while you push the button that was marked.

“One, two, three, testing? Can you hear me, my dear?” his voice was slightly different, there was a lot of static, but you wondered if that was his or the radio’s. “Yes, I can” yours was a melody he had yearn to be blessed with for years, “Wonderful, I had received your letter” your stomach was in tangles, awaiting his thoughts.

 “I do wish to see you, but I have something to tell you first, that may be quite daunting” your breath was caught in your throat, “Go on” you inquired, “The reason why I couldn’t marry you is due my activities in the woods, I am a killer and a cannibal, bringing pain to others grant me pleasure like no other” he laid the truth as plain as it could be, giving that he couldn’t see your eyes directly.

“Oh thank god” he was taken aback by your giggly sigh, “I thought you a…you know, someone that fancy other men” he laughed as well, he found the assumption ridiculous, also he thought strange that you’re so unfazed by his confession.

“You are glad?” you took a moment to find an answer without sounding like you’ve gone mad, “Alastor, are you a man that stalk women down to alleys to feast on their screams?” he answered a firm no to your question, “Are you a man that defiles other women?” another no.

“Do you enjoy killing the scoundrels you hated so much, bullies, the ones that take advantage of the ones with fairer means?” he took a second to pridefully answer “Yes”, you took the shadow’s hand as if it was his, “Then your mother and I can rest in peace, as cruel as you may be Alastor, you still hold your morals high, I cannot say the same regarding your honor” he laughed at the mention of the latter.    

“Did the cat caught your tongue?” he had fell silent for a minute, “No, I haven’t been at a loss of words in a while, is all” the shadow nuzzled against your hand, moving it so it could cup his cheek, “Can I pay you a penny for your thoughts? I think I might be saying it wrong; the young ones say it a lot” you giggled, adding to the ache in his heart.

“I didn’t expect you to be alright with it, it leads me to wonder, why are you down here?” you decided to be just as honest as he was, “I killed a man that had ill intentions towards me, and I liked it a little too much” his smile grew devilishly.

“Did he suffer?” if not, he was going to hunt him to grant the man a second demise, one he would ensure he would regret choosing you as his target. “The fear in his eyes, brought a smile to my face” oh he could not be more in love, he made a wise decision to send the radio, if he had you in front of him, he would’ve devour you entirely.

“How did you died?” he made a silent pray, with some hope that at least your death would not have been painful, “I was alligator food in the bayou, in an attempt to get rid of the body, September 4th, 1929” oh how that fact made a twist in his stomach, just like himself, you were eaten alive.

“I am sorry” you laughed, “For what? Your shed was the most convenient, I killed him with your hunting rifle, like you taught me” he remembered, it was the first time he felt actual pleasure in someone else’s warmth, “I can now stop regretting introducing you to the art of the hunt” the shadow placed a kiss on your temple, “Very much so”.

He felt your skin on his lips from within the connection with the sentient, “Will you join me tomorrow, for tea? I’m helping to rise a hotel with hell’s princess” oh so that’s where he was hiding around, you thought, “Fancy, I must be the one warning you now, I do not look…pleasant, I died in a swamp so I wear that fact in the form of my skin” you admitted.

Water nymphs were pretty, you were somewhat that, only more inclined to an eel. You had a long thin fin for hair, red-yellow spotty skin, sharp teeth, light brown scales covering your hips and torso, not to mention your clear blue eyes, not a choice of color but rather a blind looking hue, much like an eel.  

“Mon coeur, rest assure, I am more concerned of your reaction towards myself” he was to the limit of nearly arranging an emergency visit to Rosie’s for a new wardrobe, “I cannot wait to see you” until you spoke that lovely sentence, “Nor can I, my dear”.

The next day, without a wink of sleep, Alastor creeped behind the princes, after making the many preparations up in his personal bayou. “Charlie, I have a request” he purred, attempting to mask his excitement, “Sure Al, what is it?” the question pinched a curious itch in the princess, “Yeah, you rarely ask for things” added the fallen exterminator.

“I’ll have a guest today, one that I hold in high regards, so I’ll be excused to my room” excitement also brew in the princess itch, “Sure thing Al, no worries” she cheerly smiled at him. It seemed the fact he had company also touched the spider’s curiosity, or rather, surprise.

“Smiles got a date?” he looked in quite shock towards the feline bartender, who could do nothing more than scoff, “That’s impossible, it must be another soul he wants to own” he soon swallowed his own words given that Alastor materialized next to him, “Husker! Your best whiskey please” the way he utter the name of the former overlord was a warning laced with a threat.

Later that afternoon, a knock made Charlie sprint towards the door, outrunning Niffty. “Hello, I’m Y/n, lovely  to meet you, I’m here to see Alastor” you courtesy at the sight of the princess of hell, “Of course, come, come” who eagerly took your hand and pulled you inside, “He’ll be down in a minute”.

She had you sat in the lobby, with the company of Angel and Vaggie, “Sorry if I’m too curious, but how do you know Alastor?” Charlie began the small talk, ever so politely, “If he’s as mysterious as he was in life, your curiosity is well within your right, he’s a dearest friend of mine” the princess was impressed to know her host had more friends than that sleazy woman, Mimzy.

“Aww, how nice!” she also told you that there was no need for any more manners towards her, though you insisted giving the way you were taught ever since you were a child.

“Y/n” your name rolled off his tongue like the beginning of a poem, “Alastor” you turned your head around, before standing up, watching closely as he would not break eye contact with you, as he made his way around the couch.  

“Now those two were not just friends” Vaggie had a sly smile on her face, “That sexual tension is delicious” Angel added watching just how slowly Alastor brought your hand up to lay a kiss on your fingers. Your chest rising noticeably from your tight corset, the excitement was palpable indeed.

“Well if I must atone to the intrigue, she was my fiancé” an audible gasp filled the room, “Now, if you’ll excuse us” since never let go of your hand, he was able to swiftly place it on his forearm as he guided you to the stairs, “Princess, bye friends” you curtsied as you followed him along.  

He had arranged a white set of garden table and chairs, an ensemble of various sweets and meat treats displayed, along with a set of cups and plates in a remarkable shade of blue.

“Oh, Alastor this is exquisite! You shouldn’t have” you knew the meat was for him, he was never a fan of sweets, but you were, “Of course I had, please have a seat” he pulled your seat for you, pushing it ever so gently when you were already seated.

“Always so gallant” pride rose to his face in the form of a subtle rose color, he managed to hide it when his shadow came from a corner to give you a hug, “Oh hello you, he’s so cute, how come he doesn’t have a name?” if you didn’t knew better you would’ve thought that Alastor had gone green from envy, seeing his shadow receive more pets and attention than himself.

“It didn’t cross my mind, he wants you to do so” he sat in front of you as his tone grew bitter, “Alistair would be repetitive, I think William is the best bet” it intoned a purr, your hands caressing the base of its ears, “He likes it”.

He took the time you were distracted to prepare your cup of tea, adding just the right amount of sugar and mint leaves, that gesture brought your attention back to him, “You remember how I like my tea?” he had done that almost as a reflex, “Somethings never leave the mind” he admitted almost impressed with himself.

“You don’t look half as bad as your warning” you scoffed at his confession, “Don’t lie” you rolled your eyes earning a laugh from him, “I’m not”, but even with his sincerity you were conscious of your appearance, “Alastor, I’m part fish, I have scales, for crying out loud” from across the table he took your hand in his, “And I’m a deer, so? Could be worse” he had a point, you had seen the dreadful appearance of some rat demons, “Uhm, maybe you’re right”.

“Why did you leave?” after a long silence, accompanied by the sounds of the bayou, you decided to break the peace, addressing the ‘elephant in the room’. “I was afraid I would hurt you; you knew my step-father and now, my affairs” you were aware he had been raised by the end of a whip due to the monster his mother married, who you briefly met when your mother had tea with his.

“Alastor, you could never” he may be a killer, but you were certain he would never raise a hand to harm you, “You don’t know that, I am this, Y/n” it was your turn to give him a reassuring squeeze to his hand, “Did you loved me?” his eyes, quite more honest than the permanent smile he wore, widen to your question.

“I would’ve done anything to prevent harm from coming your way” you scoffed, “Yes, but did you loved me?” he let go of a breath he had trapped down in his lungs when he finally admitted the truth: “I still do”, but there was more to it, “I feel as…as if I had a debt to you, one I have no idea how to repay, nothing I think is enough” and indeed he had a mental list, burning hell to the ground was the top one choice.

“Is your hand one of the options? Your heart, perhaps?” the wish to wipe his head on the pavement had vanished a long time ago, forgiveness was perhaps the toughest thing to accomplish, but your pride wasn’t that big.

“Is not enough” he shook his head, believing that his heart was either too small or nonexistent, “It would, with time, you do owe me a century” you didn’t wanted to let go of his hand, it was the first long contact from him on years, “I’m…not worthy of you” he tortured himself ten times more than hell already did, but you just shrugged, “Who is then, if it’s not you?”.

“You didn’t marry anyone after I left?” you certainly didn’t, “No” he had imagine you at least could love someone again, be happy, “Why?” but you held him in your heart until the very day you died,  “Silly hope” that broke him, if he had a choice, his smile would’ve fade in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry” he pulled gently of your hand, leading to sit across his lap, “Water under the bridge” he delight himself in your hand caressing his cheek, lightly, almost asking for permission, when unknowingly he was yours.

“Not for me” he pressed his ears to the back of his head, allowing you to caress him, as his arms hugged your figure close to his chest. “We have eternity, if you’ll have me” he was so glad you mentioned that option, it gave him the opportunity to pull from his pocket a beautiful diamond ring, rose gold.

“Your mother’s ring?” you were in shock at the same time as excited, yet scared as well, “Will you leave again?” he cupped your cheek, placing a kiss near the corner of your mouth, “Hell will freeze over first” you imitated his gesture, “Then, you can ask” his smile softened.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” just as he slipped the ring on your finger, you whispered in his ear, “I’ll have your head if you leave again, yes” sending a shiver down his spine, “Please do” a kiss sealed the engagement just like the first time he had ask.  

[judysxnd]

“Show me how much you love me”

I had a pretty neutral day, feeling irritated though, but as soon as my dad came back from work it went bad.

That’s what I imagined Pedro would do to take care of you when you have a bad day.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sad at first, sexual content, p in v, protected sex

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Every fucking time it’s the same. You always hope your family will be there to support you, the choices you made, at least be nice, but no. That’s why you left to make your life in the US, to stay away from them. It was a choice that obviously no one agreed to, but it’s your life not them. You still come to visit from time to time and they come too (rarely), but it always puts you in a bad mood.

You never understood why anything you did was bad. They always found something not to like or to criticize in everything. You decided to pursue your dream of being an actress. Bad. Very bad. You partly understood why, it’s a very difficult career, it can take years to finally take off. But it didn’t happen for you. You got lucky you always said. You never recognized the talent you have, never in front of your family. You did at first, but they always corrected it by “fate”, “luck”, “good timing” or whatever.

Then you met Pedro. The age gap bothered them. The way you hit it off immediately confused them. How could you, with so many years between the two of you? They didn’t really like him. He was just another reason that you would never come back home. They didn’t like when you moved in together after a year of dating or when he proposed a few months after. It’s like they don’t actually believe your life is real, jealously probably.

Today you are married, you have your own big house, you have a daughter and both your careers are on top and never stopping. Everything is going great. But now that you have a daughter, you’re trying to see your family a bit more for her, even more as Pedro’s already see your baby girl a lot.

That’s what brings you here, driving to your house that you rented for the two weeks while you stayed. Yes you rented a house because there was no way you would stay that long living with them. You made that mistake too many times. You decided to come down in summer, right around your daughter’s birthday to have a big family party with everyone. But your parents wanted to see you a lot more than just one party. Actually pretty understandable.

You decided to have dinner with your parents while Pedro and your daughter rested as she got a little sick today. Stomachache and stuff like that. And as usual, dinner was rough, that’s why you thanked god Pedro wasn’t here. You even wished you got sick. Your dad kept asking about your career, if you had anything going on. But it’s summer, you took a vacation, there’s a strike, no you don’t have anything going on.

“So you’re not earning any money right now”

“And you just don’t do anything all day long?”

“You could have come longer than two weeks”

“You’re living on Pedro’s money then”

You could keep going on for more. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You ended the dinner pretty quickly, pretending you caught what your daughter had and almost ran out of there. But it killed your mood. You were already tensed just by being back here and near them, and tonight really was too much.

The drive back to your house was calm. It was still hot outside at 9pm, so the windows were down, feeling the wind go through the car. Tears were about to stream down your face, but a sense of joy started to hit you as you remembered where you were going. Home. To Pedro and your daughter. That’s all you cared about right now.

You just needed to get there, to feel their love surrounding you. Something you always missed with your parents. They probably gave everything to your big sister. When you entered the house, Pedro was laying on the couch, watching some television but was actually on his phone.

He immediately saw at your face that you were in a bad mood. It was expected, he knew how you would feel after that dinner. That’s why he gave you space. You barely talked, he let you do what you had to do. You were both sitting on the couch but on the opposite side, both on your phones. He knows that you have to be the one breaking the silence. Unfortunately you’ve been there before, and there’s a routine for that.

You broke the silence when you suggested to watch one your favorite movie on Netflix. That’s what you like to do when you feel down. Watch movies and tv shows that make you feel comfortable, something you know. You crawled next to him, cuddling. You were, bit by bit feeling a bit better, letting Pedro enter your bubble again. Progressively.

The first movie ended, so you chose another one. He would watch tv all night if it meant he was supporting and helping you in any way. In between movies he got up and brought snacks, which made you show a small smile. It was a victory for him. He was on the right path. Then the movie ended. It was too late for another one, but neither of you moved, watching trailers that Netflix suggested.

“I don’t really know exactly what happened and I don’t really need to-” Pedro broke the silence “and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just know that everything you need to focus on is here. The rest isn’t important” you smiled against his chest before pulling away looking at him. You didn’t even have words to answer.

You looked at his feature, sending butterflies to your stomach. You feel so much love for this man. He brought you nothing but love and support. The man of your life.

“They just make me feel so bad” he put his hands on your cheeks.

“You followed your dreams, you have the life you always wanted. Jealousy I’d say”

“From my own family” you sighed

“I am your family. The tiny little human sleeping in the next room is your family” you smiled a little

“I- I want to know how much you love me” you said staring at him “I need to know” you added, crushing your lips on his. You need to feel his love on a physical level, it was the best way to twist your mind right now. Nothing mentally was helping, only the physical could help.

“Let’s get to bed then” he said watching you stand up and leave. But he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, before holding your legs, holding you in his arms. You almost screamed at the surprising movement but you buried your face in his neck instead, chuckling.

He carried you to your bed, laying you down slowly, hovering you. His hand found your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. “I love you more than anything” he said kissing your forehead. “Don’t let anyone doubt the love you deserve” he added now kissing your temple. “you achieved so much and overcome so many obstacles” he gave you an esquimau kiss. “I haven’t overcome half of it yet” you couldn’t help but laugh a little because you knew it wasn’t true. He’s come from so far and well he is older than you so he has overcome much more stuff than you. But it did make you smile. He tilted his head when he saw the smile.

“That’s my girl” he said which made you blush. “Lighting each place she enters” he kissed your lips softly. “That smile that buries any bad things” he said brushing his thumb over your lips. “Those eyes where I lose myself in” he stared at you. He kissed your cheek, slowly going down to your jaw and buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses all over, not missing your sweet spot right near the ear. You hummed at the feeling. Your mind was already overwhelmed, progressively forgetting the day you had.

His hands lowered and stopped on your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it bit by bit. He pulled away to take it off so that his kisses could now go further down. He was being patient, taking his time. Each light kisses he left on your skin was making you shiver. The way his hands were moving smoothly on your skin only made you feel better and hornier at any second.

He stopped at the top of your jeans, carefully unbuttoning and taking them off. He was so soft and sensual. As he hovered you again, he left a trail of kisses along your legs. They were freshly shaved so they were smooth like a baby, making you feel everything more intensely. He came back up, kissing you passionately, liked you’ve never been kissed before. He removed one strap of your bra at a time, kissing you as if he was hurting you. He lifted you closer to him to be able to unclip your bra, taking it off once and far all.

Almost entirely naked in front of him, he took his time looking at you, admiring every detail like he could go blind tomorrow and was the last time he was seeing you. You were only wearing a thin and small piece of fabric covering your core that was aroused by the all the love Pedro was showing you. His sensual movements showed exactly what you needed. He always knew how to satisfy you.

He couldn’t leave your bare breasts any longer. He covered them in kisses, licking around nipples before sucking on them a little. All of that happening in a slow motion, still taking his time. Usually none of you are going that slow. At that time he would already be deep inside you. But not tonight. Although, it’s not that far now, because both of his hands were tugging your panties as he was still kissing your breasts. Now you were entirely naked in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“A damn goddess” he said smiling before taking off his shirt. “I’m standing in front of a queen, my queen” you suddenly hot. Your cheeks were turning red, but it wasn’t the only place where you felt hot. You loved how he always made you feel special. He never made you feel insecure and you never hid anything from him.

As he was taking the rest of his clothes off, your eyes were travelling on his body. His messy hair, his beard that always tickles you (can’t get enough of it), his strong arms, his torso, his stomach. You could already feel his smooth skin against yours. You bit your lips in anticipation. His hips where your legs would be wrapped around soon enough, his thighs where you spend most of the time sitting on. You didn’t even know it was possible to love someone so much, to literally love every part of their body.

You watched him walk to his luggage near the bed to grab a condom before coming back to you. Back to the previous position, on top of you, he kissed you more and more passionately while his left hand was slowly massaging your clit to get you worked up a bit as if it was really necessary. He eventually stopped, pulling away from your lips to put the condom on. One unexpected child, not two.

Your hips started to move a little, already desperately needing him. Now both ready for more, he pulled you by your thighs to bring you at the perfect distance. He slowly entered you leaving you enough time to adjust. Then he started to move, holding you by your waist. His movements where slow and passionate. There was no rush, you had all the time in the world and he was clearly going to use it. He was going to show you his love.

You both wanted to go slow, so you stayed at a slow pace for some time. You were both moving your hips together, creating one same rhythm. Automatically you were arching your back your arms trying to support you. Pedro’s hands left your waist to grab your arms. He pulled you up, making you sit on him. Finding the same pace again, you both started to moan louder and louder.

“I love you so much” you whispered in his ear as your arms fell on his shoulders.

“I love you more” he said putting his thumb on your chin guiding you to kiss him. You both started to go faster, impatience growing as you were both feeling a light knot in your stomach. You needed feel more. You went faster, and faster. You were on your way to find heaven, together. Soft but loud moans were leaving your mouths.

Your tone changed into a slightly higher one, hinting that you were about to come. Pedro started to curse, also signaling that we was coming too. You both eventually come, also together, this intense feeling overcoming both of your body at the same time. He still held you tight, leaving a few kisses on your shoulder. His skin against yours, his hands on your back, moving smoothly on your skin, you had all you needed.

The best feeling in the world. To love and be loved.

[vodika-vibes]

Could I please request a soulmate au with Echo that's the same as that Tech one where they have a sharing mark, and it turns grey when their soulmate dies. And one day the reader gets hurt and is technically dead for a few minutes, so on Echo's side of things he sees his mark turns grey and he pretty much has a panic attack until the mark has it's colour comes back.

Trouble

Summary: Pabu is pretty peaceful, but accidents happen even in peaceful places.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1369

Prompt: Soulmate AU - soulmates have identical marks somewhere on their body

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of drunk driving

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, I have a hard time writing when people are talking to me, and my husband woke up and started talking to me, distracting me and pulling me out of the zone.

You love your soul mark. It’s pretty, with swooping curls and vibrant colors, and it reminds you of a butterfly. 

You also love your soul mate.

Echo is practically perfect. He’s kind and gentle. He’s clever and witty and never fails to make you laugh when you need one. And he listens to you when you talk.

He also encourages you to try new things, even when you’re sure that you won’t be good at them. Echo likes to kiss your temple and ask if you have to be good at something to enjoy it.

Which, no. You don’t. But you’re something of a perfectionist, and it’s hard to view something through the lens of just enjoying it when it could be better.

Echo is helping you with that.

You like to think that he’s made you a better person, and you hope that you’ve made him a better person too. He says you have, and then he makes a joke about how you wouldn’t have wanted to meet him when he was a cadet.

Your one complaint, your only complaint, is that Echo spends so much time away from Pabu. He’s a mercenary, and you know that he, and his brothers, spend so much time traveling because they need the money.

It doesn’t make it any easier to be separated from him. 

Oh, sure. You holo him nightly, and you send him messages throughout the day, but it’s not quite the same thing. And you know that he agrees, you can tell by the look that he gets on his face when you tell him that you miss him. 

You’re not trying to make it harder on him, you’re not.

You just like hearing him say that he misses you too. 

After all, your greatest fear is him leaving you behind, and finding someone better. 

On this particular day, you have a lot to do. Errands you need to run for your parents, they’re remodeling their home and need you to run to the store to buy them more paint and more hardware, and then you need to go grocery shopping for yourself.

And you need to make sure that all of Echo’s favorite foods are in the house because he’ll be back soon, and the last thing that you’ll want to do is go shopping when you’re wrapped in his arms again. 

“Do you have the color chips, kiddo?” Your dad calls as you toss your purse into the passenger seat.

“Yes, Dad,” You pull the small color cards from your pocket, “You want one of each, right?”

“Yeah…wait, no! Get two. Better to have too much than not enough.”

“Alright,” You make a note on the color chips, and slide the cards back into your pocket, before climbing into the speeder.

“Drive safe,”

“I will. I’ll be back in a bit.” You call to your dad, and then you pull out of the driveway and head out of the neighborhood.

The drive from your dad’s home to the store isn’t hard, it isn’t even long. You’ve made the drive a lot since you’ve learned how to drive, and you could probably drive the route in your sleep.

A side effect of having worked there as a teenager.

But, you can count on one hand the number of nasty accidents that happen on this road specifically. And still have fingers to spare.

That said, accidents happen.

At first, you don’t realize what you’re seeing. You don’t recognize what you’re seeing until the other speeder slams into yours.

And that’s the last thing you remember.

“Are you sure you do not wish to comm your lady to let her know that we have returned early?” Tech asks from where he’s blindly sending a series of messages to Phee. 

“I think I’d rather surprise her,” Echo replies with a shrug, “I’m surprised you don’t want to surprise Phee.”

“I considered it but thought again. Not warning her that we returned early might mean I miss her.” Tech counters with a glance at his comm as it chimes.

Echo opens his mouth to reply when a wave of nausea slams into him. He sways and has to grab a chair for balance. And then his arm starts to burn. Roughly, Echo pulls up his sleeve, revealing his soul mark.

And he watches as the vibrant blue starts to fade into lifeless grey.

Echo’s legs buckle, and Tech and Wrecker both grab him before he hits the ground. They’re saying something, but they sound like they’re very far away. Or like they’re talking underwater.

His gaze is locked on his soul mark. It’s not gone completely grey, there’s still a hint of blue, but the color is fading.

He’s watching his soul mate die in real-time, and he can’t do anything about it.

Echo jolts when something strong-scented is shoved under his nose, and he blinks at Crosshair, who’s holding a vial of medicine and kneeling in front of him. 

“The color hasn’t completely faded,” Crosshair says bluntly, “You need to stay with us.”

Echo shifts so that his back is pressed against the wall behind him. Wrecker’s hand is still resting on his shoulder. Both of his brothers have their eyes locked on Echo’s soul mark. 

Tech is standing several feet away, on a call to someone. He looks slightly stressed, but there’s also a hint of relief on his face.

“Echo, she’s still alive.”

“But…the soul mark.”

“Phee is doing some digging, but your soul mate was hit by a drunk driver. The accident happened in front of the hospital, so she is already receiving treatment. No one is giving Phee any information, she is not family, but they did tell her that the prognosis looks good.”

Tension drains from Echo’s shoulders, and both Wrecker and Crosshair release, nearly identical, sighs of relief, and Tech turns his attention back to his comm. 

The Marauder lands almost two hours later.

Two very long hours later.

Normally, Echo would stay and help unload the ship, but not today. Today he’s the first one off the ship and out of the spaceport. With Phee’s help, he reaches the hospital in record time, and he hurries into the emergency department.

“Echo!”

He hurries over to his future father-in-law, and accepts the hug from the other man, “How is she?” Echo asks as he lightly hugs the man.

“She’s being moved to recovery as we speak. Her injuries were severe, but she pulled though.”

Echo falls into a seat and presses his face into his hand, “I thought she died.” He admits.

“Your mark went grey?”

“Almost completely.” He motions to the soul mark, which is less vibrant than it was this morning but is still, clearly, blue. 

“The doctors had to amputate one of her legs.” 

“Well, I have some experience with that,” Echo replies dryly, as he motions to his prosthetic legs. He goes on to say more when a doctor steps into the waiting room.

“You can see her.” The doctor says, “Be gentle, she’s still coming out of her anesthesia.”

Echo follows the doctor into a private room, and the moment he sees her, he wants to cry. She’s covered in bruises and bandages. And her left leg was removed just above the knee.

Her eyes are fluttering open, and Echo moves to her side to brush his fingers against her cheek, “Cyare,”

“...’cho?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She blinks at him hazily, “Where ‘m—?”

“You’re in the hospital. You were in an accident, do you remember?”

“...no,”

“That’s okay.” He brushes some of her hair out of her face, “You scared me, love.”

“‘M sorry—”

“Don’t be.” He leans in and presses a light kiss against her forehead, “Are you in pain?”

“Mm…no. I feel really good.”

“I bet you do.” He takes her hand and squeezes her hand, “I’m going to stay with you until you’re healed.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, cyare. I promise.” Weakly, she squeezes his hand, and her eyes flutter shut again. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Echo watches as she drifts off to sleep, and silently starts wondering if he needs to seriously consider proposing to her sooner rather than later.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 7

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

"Okay, how much is that?"

"About 7 000 total."

"Ugh, we're still 13 000 pounds short." You groaned, falling back against your couch.

You and Alicia agreed to sell all the things that she had bought, in order to pay Mr Siddiq back. You managed to sell most of her designer items online, and some of the items that she hadn't even worn yet were returned to the store for a refund. You spent all week living like savages, glued to the computer, making phone calls to meet up with potential buyers.

"I don't understand why we can't eat, though? Or have heat?" Alicia asked, wrapping her body up in a blanket.

"Eating costs." You muttered. "So does heat. All of our money is going to paying back Mr Siddiq. I've told you this."

"Yes, but like you said, we're still 13 000 pounds short. I don't think we will be making that much money in 24 hours and I'm starting to get hungry."

You rolled your eyes. You really couldn't with Alicia. How could her financial judgment have been so poorly? I mean, her mother is an accountant for God's sake. However, it might have been her dad who used to spoil her as a child. The thrill of a man paying for everything she pointed to must be her aspiration in life. But today Alicia's aspirations had gotten you in a lot of debt.

"Would you please pick up your phone, my ass doesn't want to vibrate forever, and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend is calling me now."

It was true, you recognized Ruben's number on Alicia's screen. You stood up to take the call, disappearing into your bedroom.

"Ruben?"

He had been calling all week. But with everything going you weren't in the right head space to talk to him, let alone be honest with him.

"Hey, baby. Is everything alright?" He sounded concern, probably because you were talking to him through someone else's phone.

"Everything is fine. Life is just pretty hectic right now."

"Oh, sorry if I'm disturbing you..."

"It's fine Ruben. Hearing your voice is really what I needed."

"Good." He shriped and you imagined the dimples that came with his smile.

"I've actually got some news that might cheer you up?"

"Really? A man named Mr Siddiq and his entire family sadly passed away in a plane crash?

"Yeah, I'll be in London this weekend for our away game against Chelsea."

"Oh"

"Oh?"

You perked up. "I mean, that's...that's really nice Ruben. But I'm not in London this week?"

"No? Where are you then?"

Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie.

"Stevenage!" You blurred out, immediately regretting it.

"Stevenage? What is that?"

"Um, it's a city. Where I grew up actually. Where my parents live."

"Oh, you're visiting your parents?"

"Yes, so I'm pretty busy."

"I'd love to meet them someday."

"You do?" You paused, Ruben's answer suprised you.

"Of course. Wouldn't you like for me to meet them?"

You had just gotten comfortable calling Ruben your boyfriend, him meeting your parents would mean another milstone reached before you had told Ruben who you really are.

"Sure." You mumbled.

"Let's make it happen someday." He said, sounding happy about the fact.

"Um, I've got to get back to work..."

"Of course. It was nice to hear your voice too. Can I call you again later tonight?"

"Um, sure."

"Alright, talk to you later then. I love you."

"Bye Ruben."

The room fell silent as you ended the call, however the guilt and shame inside you was louder than ever. You dragged yourself back to the living room, handing Alicia back her phone.

"You good? What did he say?"

"He said he loved me." You plotted down on the couch, eyes staring blankly into space.

"Oh my god, really? What did you say."

"I said, bye Ruben."

Alicia frowned.

You turned to her with tears in your eyes. "He's never gonna talk to me again when he finds out."

"Finds out what?" She cought you as you slumped into her embrace. "That you're nothing but a gold digger?"

You sat back up. "That's not funny Alicia."

Her shoulders shrugged when she laughed.

"I am not a gold digger. You on the other hand...."

"Okay, okay. I get, I messed up. I'm the bad guy in all of this. But speaking of gold diggers...." She said, with that look that often haunted your dreams. "Wouldn't it be easiest to just ask Ruben for the remaining money? I mean surely he's good for it, and if he really loves you..."

You batted your eyes. Baffled by what was coming out of Alicia's big mouth. Surley anyone would agree that now would be the only right time to slap your best friend in the face. "Alicia." You said, with the lowest most calmest tone you could extract from yourself. You were convinced that this was the only way that she would understand you, if you were babying her.

"Yes, Y/N?" She said, with that naive twinkle in her eyes.

"Have...you...learned...nothing. You are NOT. I repeat NOT, borrowing money from anyone ever again, especially not Ruben."

"Then how are we gonna pay the last 13 000 back?"

"I'm...." You said, getting up and walking over to grab your coat. "I'm going to talk to someone I trust and know will lend me the money, with a promise that I'll pay him back with interest."

Alicia looked over to where you stood. "It's not Byron is it?"

"That's none of your business." You hissed, slamming the door on your way out.

Byron agreed to hear you out over a beer. You met in a small pub in town and to your suprise Byron agreed to lend you the money.

"And don't worry, you won't have to give me all of it until June."

"It's okay." He said.

"It is?" 13 000 punds was alot of money. However, there was something else on Byron's mind, a question.

"Is this you?" He asked, showing something off his IPhone.

Heat rose to your face seeing a photo of you in the club with Ruben and his friends, Ruben's arm waying over your shoulder as you sat next to him.

"Um..."

You had seen it before, the photo, going around the internet, with the caption talking about Ruben and his new boe. It was first posted on Lauren's Instagram. Lauren who was Ruben's teammates girlfriend.

"Yes, yes that's me." You sighed.

Byron nodded. Of course it was you in the photo, he wasn't blind. People in Stevenage watched Football and knew of the hype around it. You only belong to the few people who didn't.

"How do you know Jack Grealish and Ruben Dias ?" He followed up, in a way that sounded more like you were being accused of a crime rather than asked a simple question.

"I um....met them during a night out with friends." You lied. He wasn't  Ruben, you had no problem lying to Byron.

"And so the two of you...?" He was reffering to Ruben.

"Took a photo and then went our separate ways." You nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty much what happened."

Byron didn't look to believe you, but proceeded. "It's obvious that you're seeing someone Y/N, I mean you never come over for game nights anymore and I've seen you texting someone when you should be paying attention to your class."

You chuckled. "Byron I have no idea what you're point is, but if this is you criticizing the way I teach my kindergarten class then..."

He shook his head. "No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?" You really didn't have the  time. You should get back to the apartment, help Alicia sell her clothes. And Ruben would want to facetime soon.

"I like you Y/N."

"There it is." You sighed.

"And I'm not lending you the money so that you'll finally agree to be my girlfriend, but...."

"But?" You frowned. "There is no but in this Byron. Either you lend me the money out of the kindness of your heart, or you don't. This is not an exchange of services."

"Then, no." He said, fixing his posture as he sat across from you.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

He got up to leave, grabbing his jacket. He looked down on you with pitty on his face. "Life is about choices Y/N, and you seem to keep making the wrong ones."

With that he left.

You got back to your apartment, pretty sure that smoke was coming out of your ears.

"Y/N, there is something you should..."

"Not now Alicia."

You stomped across the living room.

"But you should really..."

"God, not now Alicia." You hissed, not meant to take your anger out on her. Nevertheless the damage was already done as Alicia crumbled where she sat on the couch. "I'm sorry I..." You ran a hand down your tired face. "I just got to facetime Ruben first. I have to tell him that I love..." The handle to your bedroom door pressed down just as you were about to do it. The door opened and he appeared in the frame.

"Ruben?"

He grinned. "You sounded down over the phone so I brought something that might cheer you up."

"W...what?"

He stretched out his arms. "Me!"

Warmth erupted inside you. You stumble forwards, melting into his giant embrace. Although this was a bad thing, a really bad thing that he was here, you really needed to be held right now.

[monoclesnapple]

Simplicity is Lovely

Bungo Stray Dogs Female Chuuya Nakahara X Female Reader Summary: Headcanons about meeting and loving Fem!Chuuya Beginning Note: Kinda simple and boring, just wanted to get this out. Could probably find other fics that are similar to this, but eh. Word Count: 935 (Fluff)

You’re the daughter of a noble and recently moved elsewhere to start a new life alone.

You hoped to get a house, maybe find a job, and just live a peaceful life with a small, loving family.

You settle in and everything seems to be fine. You don’t want to gain a lot of attention, so you use a nickname and only share your real name to those who you trust.

Eventually, you meet Chuuya. The woman who isn’t necessarily a noble or anyone high ranking, but she has a reputation of being a fine and strong woman who isn’t looking for a husband to support her.

You respect her. She knows what she wants and refuses to cheat her way to a luxury lifestyle.

While you do have some money from your parents, you wanted to earn your own pay, so Chuuya was your motivation.

When you two met, you told her that you recently moved and wanted to support yourself. You two quickly became friends, bonding over your shared goals of being independent.

As you spend more time with her, you gain feelings. She’s so beautiful, and any men who want her, they can’t have her. And she’s so strong.

Because you two are very good friends, the best of friends now, really, you often sleep at either of your houses. There, you two can be vulnerable and share any and everything about yourselves.

Chuuya doesn’t like to conform to the standards for women, wanting to be recognized for her accomplishments and herself, rather than status.

You told her of your background, having a feeling that she might not like you due to it, but her respect for you only grew.

You, someone of a high enough status who could get things easier than common folk, we’re stepping away from that life in favor of peace? She really wishes she met you sooner.

Chuuya also has feelings for you, but romantic relationships between two people of the same gender are frowned upon.

The best either of you could do is simply continue your routine together, never really confessing. You two have a feeling that the other reciprocates the affection, but are afraid of possibly ruining things.

The incident that drove Chuuya to confess to you was when you were approached by a man who clearly had bad intent.

You were shoved against a wall and trapped between two wandering arms. You tried pushing them away, but were weakened by your shock. You had to scream, but you only let out quickening breaths, hoping that anyone was passing by.

Before any damage could be done to you or your apparel, the man’s face was punched by a gloved fist. You crouched down and hugged yourself, looking up to see Chuuya glaring at the attacker.

Luckily, her strong hit and threatening person was enough to convince him to flee. When he was gone, she turned to you? Her expression softening.

She crouched in front of you, gently taking one of your hands and asking, “You alright?”

You were still trying to calm yourself, but you managed to nod. “Yes, thank you.”

She stared at you for a few seconds before standing, pulling you up with her. She dusted off your dress and pulled you into a hug. You returned the embrace, burying your face in her shoulder.

Your breathing finally slowed enough and you mutter, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up… How can I repay you?” You leaned back to look at her.

One of Chuuya’s hands cupped your cheek and she responded, “I guess you can give me a kiss?” Her smile was lopsided as she internally yelled at herself for asking for that. She was going to take back her words, but you pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

She blinked at you, processing your action. You let out a soft chuckle at her expression.

“I’m assuming you return my feelings? Is it safe to do so?” You tilted your head, a small smile on your face.

Chuuya’s smile grew as she kissed you again. “Of course I do! I’m so glad you like me back!”

The two of you exchanged a few more kisses before deciding to go home to continue.

To the rest of the people, they only see the both of you as really good friends, always joined at the hip, as though you were destined to be by each other’s side. In private, though, you two always shared your love with each other.

Whenever either of you are approached by a man who’s hoping to marry, you simply turn them down. No need to give more information. If they’re really persistent, you’ll just say that you’re already with someone.

You both are married to each other with the help of a friend who knew about your relationship. After the brief ceremony, you and Chuuya celebrate your marriage in your lovely home.

After a year or two, you come across a young boy who doesn’t have a family. You two decide to adopt him, since you wanted a family, but couldn’t bear a child without a man. This was the perfect opportunity.

Your family is the most important thing to you, and the same goes for Chuuya. You’re both extremely thankful that you had made the decision to leave your house of home. Without that event, you wouldn’t be together. Probably stuck in some loveless marriage with a man.

While nobody aside from closest friends and your child know of your forbidden relationship, it couldn’t be more peaceful. Your goals have been completed.

[icaruskeyartist]

Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

[mafuluzx]

Beautiful Liar (part 2/2)

If you don't know what you're doing here, go check out part 1 from here. Now, let's continued where we left off:

Part 2

"Okay. Then I wish... I wish I wasn't born in a junkyard. I wish I wasn't poor anymore and could give Nya everything she wants." Jay finally gave in to Nadakhan's pressuring, and said his wish. Nadakhan grinned to himself and chuckled.

"Your wish is yours to keep." Nadakhan said, and with a small bow, he disappeared into thin air. After a few seconds, Jay realized his mistake, and he stomped his foot on the ground, silently cursing himself. Suddenly a bell rung, and the Postman stopped next to Jay with his bike.

"Oh, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Jay was taken by surprise, even in though his policeman disguise wasn't perfect, he didn't think he'd be recognized so easily.

"Don't worry, I won't report you to the authorities. Just delivering the mail." The postman for some reason didn't even think of reporting the currently wanted criminals, and just handed him a letter. Jay didn't question it for his own sake, and just opened the letter and started reading.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but your father has passed." Jay's voice, that started off neutral suddenly dropped and grew quiet as he kept reading.

"You have inherited his estate and lots and lots and lots of money..." First Jay's voice stopped working, then his hands as his hold on the letter loosened, and the wind picked the paper up and dragged it away.

"Why the glum face? You're rich." The postman really didn't get it though. Jay didn't say anything else, before running past the postman before summoning his elemental dragon and flying straight to the junkyard, not even caring if somebody saw him.

"No. Dad! Mom? Dad?! Mom!!" Jay kept yelling until he rushed through the open door of his parents trailer, where he was met with the sight of his mom reading a newspaper in her favorite chair.

"Oh, what is it, son? What's all the fuss?" Edna questioned as Jay caught his breath after all the running.

"Where's Dad? Is he okay?" He still managed to ask, as Edna lightly shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jay, he's no longer here." Jay was now on the verge of crying, his dad was gone, he really-

"Yeah, I'm back!" Suddenly Ed's voice called into the trailer, and right after the man himself walked in.

"Picked up a few diddilybops. Heh. Jay, what a welcome sight." Ed smiled upon seeing his son, as the panicked Jay quickly rushed to hug the man.

"I thought I lost you. I got this letter that said my father passed away and I inherited lots of money. I would never wish for this, Dad. I didn't want it to be true." Jay spoke faster and faster as Ed's and Edna's expression turned a bit... strange. The old woman walked up to Jay and Ed before speaking up.

"Well, Jay, there has been something we've been meaning to tell you." Edna hesitantly spoke, before walking over to a cabinet, leaving her husband to speak up next.

"Ahh, but, uh, gee-willickers. There was just no easy way to say it, heh. You see, son, you're, uh...you're adopted." It was like a whole new world had opened up to him.

"Uh, what?" Jay managed to let out as Edna walked back with a key and a piece of paper in her hands.

"Oh, you were left at our doorstep when you were just a baby, along with this address and key." She handed the two items to Jay, before continuing.

"And... Oh, we promised not to tell, but your brother by blood also kept in touch with us, all this time." Being adopted was one thing, but the second surprise right after the first one really got Jay.

"B- brother?! I have a brother!?" He let out in shock, as Ed gave an awkward nod.

"Yes, that's right, he's a little older than you, but I'm sure you two can get along." Ed explained, although Jay could still hardly understand anything he had been told.

"Uh, heh." The blue ninja just let out, not really sure what else to say.

"Oh, you were just so gosh darn cute back then. And you still are." Edna cooed with a smile as Ed placed a hand on Jay's shoulder.

"And we gladly raised you as our own ever since. Yeah. We're sorry, son. I-I-I hope this doesn't change anything." Jay didn't really know how to feel, but he still gave his 'parents' a smile before heading out to the address he had been given.

"Whoa! Is this where my birth father lived?" Jay let out as he stepped into the yard of a huge mansion. The gate had stars made of gold in them, the house looked modern and huge from the outside too. The house was on the very top of a small hill, and the view might have been amazing, but sadly the house was surrounded by tall trees that kinda ruined it.

Jay knocked on the front door, but then remembered he had a key, and used it to unlock the door instead. Just as he did, a person ran past the door.

"Aagh!" Jay let out, and the person stopped. There was a second of silence as the person stared at Jay, before finally uttering out a greeting.

"Oh, Jay. Welcome home." Jay could hardly get anything out of his mouth. This random stranger he had definitely seen before but couldn't remember when was welcoming him home to his birth fathers house! the person had a calm, neutral expression on their face, and waited for Jay to say something back. Jay opened his mouth to do so, before suddenly taking a closer look at the one in front of him. It was a boy older than him, (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes... Hmmm.

"W-Wait! You- you are...!"

"As a part of the Grant-A-Wish Foundation, we dub you an Honorary Ninja for the Day." Lloyd said as he tied a ninja-like headband for little Nelson. The kids and ninja clapped as little nelson smiled.

"Aw. I wish I broke both my legs..." Some kid mumbled, before suddenly brightening up.

"Hey everyone, look! It's Starstruck!" The ninja looked confused, before turning to where the kids had immediately hurled up around the tv upon the mention of 'Starstruck'.

"Uh, what?" Kai let out, seeming disappointed that he wasn't the center of attention.

"Starstruck." One of the kids said again as Lloyd spoke up.

"Yeah, we heard. But, what is that?" Half the kids were too concentrated to turn away from the tv, but the other half did turn around, and stared right into Lloyd's soul. Before the kids could gang up and start bullying him, one of the kids cheered at the tv, and the others turned to the tv as well. All except little Nelson.

"Starstruck is an pop group. They're the second most popular thing right now, after you of course." Nelson explained as the team walked closer to the tv. An energetic pop song blasted on the background as seven guys all a little bit above the ninjas' age danced and sung on stage with bright neon lights flashing behind them. The camera zoomed to the very center of the stage as a boy with (h/c) hair winked at the camera.

"Hey, I know them! My mom is a huge fan." Jay said as Nya raised her brow.

"Edna is? I never would have guessed. I thought stuff like this was for teenagers." She questioned as Jay shrugged.

"Yeah me too. But their songs are good, so it's no surprise even my parents like them." Jay said as little Nelson turned to them..." 

"You're.... You're (y/n) Gordon! Son of the famous actor, lead dancer of the famous band! Whoa!" While Jay was being a little too excited, (y/n) nodded to confirm Jay's statement before walking away.

"Make yourself at home, literally. I'll make lunch." (y/n) spoke with a neutral expression. Although he didn't show any emotion, his eyes were red, and he looked tired. It was surprising he didn't show it in any other way.

"Oh, you don't have to-" Jay was about to politely refuse, but the older boy had already disappeared into the house. Jay thought about going after him, but decided to walk into some other room instead.

It was the living room, or so Jay guessed. There was a large tv and a couch and some paintins on the wall. But most importantly, there was a huge Fritz Donnegan statue!!! How cool is that?!

"Fear isn't a word where I come from." It even talked. 

"Would you look at that? Heh. My father was a fan of Fritz Donnegan too." Jay smiled to himself, slowly starting to feel a bit better about the whole situation.

"Heh. Cool. Wow. He had so many trophies." Jay spoke to himself in awe as he walked past a shelf of throphies, lifting and turning every single one until one of them... opened a secret room behind a Fritz Donnegan poster. 

The hidden room had all sorts of cool outfits, and posters and photos and a vanity with all sorts of makeup supplies. That's when it hit him.

"My father wasn't just a fan of Fritz Donnegan. He was Fritz Donnegan!!" Jay somehow kept his excitement hidden as he looked around, before noticing a showcase on the opposite side of the room. It was the only wall in the room that had been painted blue, with stickers and posters and all kinds of merch of him. Him being Jay, the blue ninja. And in front of it all was even Jay's old ninja suit.

He guessed it must have been sold away somewhere after they got new suits, and the buyer must have been Fritz Donnegan himself. But that's when Jay noticed a book just sitting next to the whole set up.

"'Cliff Gordon's handbook to Wooin Women'? That must be his real name. Cliff Gordon. That means my real name is Jay Gordon? Ha!"Jay let out a small laugh before opening the book.

 "'Chapter One: Women love mystery. When talking to them, less is more- Aah!" Jay was unfortunately cut off as Nadakhan appeared next to him in a puff of golden sand.

"Are you ready for your second wish? Hmm?" Fast as lightning, Jay grabbed a ray gun from next to the row of different outfits, but sadly, all it shot out was a flag that said 'zap'.

"Huh?!" Jay let out in surprise as Nadakhan sighed, boredom on his face.

"Adorable." He couldn't have been more sarcastic.

"What did you do? Did you change the past?" Jay instead asked, placing the ray gun back to it's place as Nadakhan floated around the room.

"Hmm. I wish. I merely revealed a truth about your life that you were unaware of." Nadakhan explained as Jay furrowed his brows.

"Then I don't wanna make another wish!" He had just said when Nadakhan dove right next to him again.

"Everyone wants a second wish. A second chance to make things right." Nadkhan whispered, stopping when he heard the sounds of footsteps echo in the house. But they weren't approaching, so he ignored them.

"No." Jay stood his ground, but Nadakhan wasn't done.

"Don't resist me. Tell me what you want. More power? More prestige? Maybe a raygun that works?" He circled around Jay, who was growing annoyed.

"No. I don't want anything. I just wish I wasn't alone with you!" Nadakhan only smirked, before the two heard the doorbell ring.

"Dang it. I did it again!" Jay immediately let out as he clutched his hair in frustration.

"Hello? Jay? Are you here?" At the same time, a call from none other than Nya called out from outside.

"Don't forget you have a third wish." Nadakhan floated around Jay one last time.

I'm sorry, but that's literally all I wrote. The end. I just wanted to release it for the world anyways. I hope this scrap of a book is still passable to stay on this platform.

(If you liked it, go check out my Wattpad for stories better than this one!)

[steelflexbell]

This person is weird these are their comments on TT about Janet and Drake..don't share this message I don't want to cause harassment to any one or hate..they most likely not true and I hope they are fake

the link

https://www.tiktok.com/@lolo453215/video/7357519575963012358?lang=en

She cheated. Let him for another guy. She's a horrible cruel person. She did a lot more horrible things than that to him. He's better off without her.

Amber what's your source for these claims???

I know her and her family personally.

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-Other comments from the same person

Janet wanted Drake to Unlive himself. She she can replace him with her new B/F. She cheated and is a cruel horrbile person. Hes better off with Ela

Not after janet cheated on him and tired to get him to unlive himself. Janet is a horrible cruel person. She still doing horrible things to him.

After what the cruel things Janet did and still doing to him He does. SHe's so 100% better than janet. Janet is a horrible cruel person.

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Thats just rumors. He never dated or SA'd any minors. They girl that made the accusations was a proven liar in court.

Yes. THe FBI would of found evidence on his PC/Phone. He wouldn't be talking to one person. All they found was a DM from the girl.

Thats what he got in trouble for. They didn't find anything sexual. If they did he would've a lot more charges.

Drake Dosn't have cover up money. If he did he would of kept out of the press. The FBI would of charged with a lot more than an DM .

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I hope they never get back together. Janet is a horrible cruel person. The things she done & still doing to him is beyond cruel.

What did she do? She seemed very protective over him when they were together and supported him when he was going through tough times so I don’t know what you mean.

Cheated, Tired to get him to unlive himself to replace him with her new B/f. Lets her new B/f play daddy and barely lets him see his son. A lot more

I am sharing this to set the record straight and to keep my word on internal checks and balances within the fandom.

That person is a jealous fan who views Janet as competition. She sadly isn't the first or only fan like that. My main criticism is that she isn't holding up her end of the agreement to protect their son's privacy and keep him offline.

Drake sees his son fairly often. They were spotted together last month before his concerts. This was corroborated by multiple people who've taken selfies with him, not to mention the fact he attended his son's birthday party as stated in an interview. He's an extremely busy guy who travels a lot. That isn't exactly conductive to a stable childhood which is why Janet is the primary parent outside of Drake working on healing and his sobriety. However, it's extremely safe to assume he's in frequent contact with his son since his son is known to adore him.

Drake has spoken highly of Janet in interviews and though I do have my own speculation, I am not going to share them as ultimately, the factors that led to the end of their marriage is none of my business. So, I'm content enough to know that they cooperatively co-parent their son.

These fans have a very fairytale view of relationships, so it's easier to box Janet in as a villain than recognize that adult relationships are full of complexities. I do wonder how they came to the conclusion that Janet cheated when Drake has admitted to having issues staying faithful during their relationship and also during his previous relationships.

She also didn't try to get Drake to kill himself. He rawdogged life for 20+ years, the Jane Doe case traumatized him, and running away from his issues had caught up to him. He was not in a good mental state at the time. Janet giving him the ultimatum that it's either their son or drugs was his breaking point and wake up call.

If a fan hates the fuck out of Janet, there's a good chance they're jealous she got to marry him and have his son. This ties heavily into the fandom's parasocial relationship issues. He's not a complex person but a traumatized Ken doll to some of these people.

[cloudypinkblink]

you know sayuri kinda looks like she has the dead mom hairstyle, kinda

so time to give masaru (and chika) some angst

aka sayuri dying and Masaru drops out of school to get a job and raise his sister, over working himself and having bad habits of caring more about others health than his own

Chika worries about her brother and the changed that happened to him since their mom death

Satsuma didn't know that sayuri died and when he finds that out plus masaru joining DATS he tries to be a parental figuur to him (like a dad or uncle)

I'm so glad someone finally mentioned this bc I've always thought that abt her hair LMAO Anyways I will give u my perspective w/ Sayuri's death, tho it's a LIL different from some of what you suggested, but I like the idea a lot and have thought about it before.

Firstly, I think Masaru and Chika do get financial support; Sayuri is a stay-at-home mom with two kids in the anime; I'm assuming DATS gave her money in compensation for Suguru's disappearance, especially considering Captain Satsuma and Suguru were friends, as well. So with her death (I'm just chalking it up to illness), the financial support fell to the kids- they get to keep their house and I think they both stubbornly want to so when Dad comes back, he knows where they are (bc mind u canon masaru is only 14; he's still just a kid, and is bound to have some childlike hope/logic) Masaru does drop out and start working- for two reasons. One - His temper and behavior is pretty bad in school- he struggles dealing with his grief, and eventually just can't deal with it anymore; he's getting into more serious fights and hurting other kids, and it has a negative effect on Chika so he just drops out. He was also failing because he almost never studied, just too stressed. Two - Part of him is afraid of what will happen if he doesn't provide or take care of Chika on his own; yes they've got the money, but what if it's limited? Furthermore- he wants her to have nice things. They're given enough to survive, but after losing both their parents, he wants Chika to be happy. Sure, he can't spoil her, but he likes being able to buy her nice things when he can.

He works a few odd jobs- I think the last job he really worked before he ended up meeting Agumon and getting to DATS was at his friends shop- the one there is an episode about? But when it closed he lost it, and was inbetween work. He meets Agumon and Satsuma does recognize Masaru; he is aware of his situation, as Sayuri had asked him to make sure they're taken care of, but I guess he didn't realize how bad things had gotten on Masaru. Instead of Yoshino going to seek Masaru out, the Captain does personally, and tells him a bit about his dad and his relationship with Sayuri. He outright offers a job for Masaru at DATS, and it only gets solidified after Masaru is able to get Agumon to evolve. Satsuma also does this personally to allow Masaru to keep his privacy; it's his choice if he wants the others to know his personal situation. (Masaru doesn't outright talk about it, but he doesn't keep it a secret, either. It is what it is, but he does appreciate being able to tell them on his own)

(I believe in giving Masaru different hairstyle supremacy)

Masaru ofc takes it because he's able to work, and the pay is ggood enough that he feels a bit better about spending more time at home. Satsuma gives him mornings/early afternoons off, allowing Masaru to do housework, cook, etc., Masaru is also very grateful to Agumon- and instead of being hungry af for Sayuri's fried eggs, he obsesses over Masaru's. The companionship and someone to chat with while he does stuff helps Masaru, and he doesn't get nearly as restless anymore given his fights with Digimon make him feel more fulfilled. (There is a part of him that's terrified of something happening, leading him to leave Chika behind; I think he's very much more hesitant about going to the digital world, and needs her encouragement before he goes. As much as Masaru the son wants to find his dad and have a parent, Masaru the brother doesn't want to abandon Chika. I also don't think he goes to the digital world at the end of the series; sure their dad is back, but Masaru's been Chika's main parent figure. I don't think he has it in him to leave her.) While I didn't draw her, Yoshino is definitely really sympathetic, and often buys Masaru and Chika snacks, and gives him rides to places if she's not busy. It becomes a little routine for her and Masaru to go grocery shopping together, and Lalamon often points out how much better Masaru is at housework than Yoshino- obviously to tease and fluster her. She also tries to be there when Masaru has his off and down days- but they all kinda learn pretty quick to just... let him simmer for a bit, and he comes around on his own. Masaru is probably depressed, and it manifests as quiet, slow days, or in angry bursts where he doesn't understand his sadness. Touma and Masaru of course buttheads at first, though Touma is fairly shocked and surprised when he hears Masaru say he takes care of Chika himself because his parents are gone. Masaru doesn't beat around the bush, saying Mom passed away and Dad went missing. Of course they kinda butt heads still when the ever proud and abrasive Masaru doesn't like pity, but Touma, I think, opens up a bit and explains his "pity" is empathy, because his mom died, and his little sister is sick, so he gets it. While I definitely feel thats information Touma doesn't give lightly, I think it's because Touma is rather caring towards Chika too, and at least he had others to take care of him and take care of Relena in his absence. Satsuma does enlist in Touma's help in tutoring Masaru- it's soemthing they'll do in quiet evenings, though Yoshino often has to butt in to get Touma to tone down his genius speak to something a bit less overwhelming. This will be dubbed orphan AU in tags. I will definitely come back, but please ask/prompt more as well hehehe. I definitely want to explore Masaru's relationships w/ some of the adult figures in his life- Satsuma, Yoshino. And ofc how Ikuto would be different given it was Sayuri's motherly affection that had a big effect on him.

[house-of-lovin]

am I crazy or is everybody very focused on R’s exes? Very interesting asks at first but now I don’t really see very much questions here that aren’t about that ? Come on bros what about the other kinds of relationships in R’s life ! I’m so curious

(Just my assumptions, I say think a lot sorryyyy)

At what age did R meet Link? I know he’s her best friend and he’s known her since before R had her legal separation from parents at 18!

Also does Link ever feel like he’s more of her caretaker than her best friend ? I know he cares about her but I was just wondering if part of the reason he doesn’t leave even after she’s so difficult is because he feels like he owes R so it’s not necessarily always out of love. (I remember you mentioning R employing him and he brought up how all the money is sent to provide for his grandma)

I know R is close to J’s family now but who is she closest to and why? I can imagine J’s family being the kind of people to wanna care for R as if she was one of their own.

I’d personally assume it’s J’s parents! It sounds as if R’s never experienced a genuine paternal nurturing presence before (I know there’s been mentions about Link being that but I see his presence as brotherly) and J’s family is so family oriented, because of the lack of knowledge they have about R’s family that’s something they’d recognize immediately; R doesn’t talk about her family much.

I would guess they naturally slipped into that role for R, R and J’s parents love language seems to me as if it’s acts of service and quality time for not only giving but receiving. I can imagine there’s things they do for R that catch her off guard

(Ex.

R not mentioning she’s hungry because she doesn’t wanna be a bother but her stomach grumbles. Nat asks R about the last time she ate, R’s response makes Nat concerned so she not only tells R that she needs to eat more but makes her some food. Nat tells R that she has to sit at the table and wait for the food but it’s just so she can talk to R, in passing Nat mentions what she’s making is something her own mom made for her family and that she loves making for her family.

Ed asking R if she wants to go for a drive sometime after she fixes the car. For awhile they’re just aimlessly driving around and getting to know eachother a little better, Ed tells R about the memories each spot they pass by has.)

I think they’d be able to sense these aren’t common occurrences for R and her own family because of how caught off guard she is and how R beams with appreciation of it afterwards, they get to see the little soft kid in R whenever that happens and I think it’d make them a little sad that so little seems like so much to R.

I think because they’re parents they’d see the three consistent people in R’s life Link, Jake and Liz as people who are only there because they work for R (even if it’s not true). To them R really has no one in her corner and she’s been facing everything and everyone with no consistent genuine support from anyone, I’d think this is why they’d be more worried than angry/disappointed about the headlines she’s been making lately. Because to them even if it’s true it’s always been R against the world and thats too much for someone to handle on their own, of course she’d break eventually- she’s never been given a proper chance to breathe.

hope you’re having a lovely day :D

love answering questions like these!

I imagine Link and R grew up in the same neighbourhood, so they'd have met in elementary/primary school.

Interesting take about Link feeling like R's caretaker. I don't really see that tbh (although yes, R is very difficult) this is a friendship that's lasted probably 20+ years (or close to).

Idk if you guys have ever had adult friendships that started when you were very young and lasted into adulthood but those friendships are HARD TO BREAK. It doesn't matter how much you fuck up, that person will always be there for you. (it's a very special kind of bond)

My bsf and I have been friends for like 13+ years and best believe we don't always agree with each other's actions/decisions but that person is... your person. (in chapter 7, Link refers to himself as R's person.) No matter how much they fuck up, you'll always be there for them. I think I lowkey based R and Link on me and my bsf LOL.

I agree with your analysis of R's relationship with J's family and her parents.

I would imagine when R and J are finally dating, she'd be SO close to J's parents. THEY FOR SURE WOULD TAKE R IN AND MAKE HER PART OF THE FAMILY 🥹

J's dad taking R for a drive🥹 (yes for me)

J's mom feeding R cause R probably can't cook, too busy yk (ANOTHER YES FOR ME)

I like how you said they'd be more worried than angry about the headlines... I can def see that👀

(we're gonna see more interactions with R and J's family dw. I dont want give anything away but 👀)

THANKS FOR SENDING THESE ANON! So fun to answer and I love how deeply you thought abt your questions (v refreshing to answer something different lol)

hope you're having a lovely day babes♥️

[sweetlittledaisy7]

For those bashing me because I grew up conservative Christian who is against the abortion laws:

Most people can't look at all sides of why they're against something. It's all abortion is murder and it's wrong. Just give it up for adoption. Many conservatives live within their own heads. Everyone preaches love but spews the opposite.

Yes, I'm adopted.

Yes, I've been part of the prolife movement since I was a child. I was forced.

Yes, I don't believe in abortion for myself.

Yes, I'm still conservative Christian.

When will conservatives recognize their own hate? Many of you shame the very women you tell to choose life. Many of you wouldn't offer any money or support to families in need. Many of you aren't foster parents or adoptees or even foster kids.

I'll admit. I grew up pretty privileged. I grew up in a small bubble and just followed what I was raised in. I never questioned anything. I grew up in a nice town, nice home, went to private school, and my parents paid for my college education. My parents are even thinking about buying me my first home and want to fund my masters degree. Newsflash, most people don't have this.

There are women literally dying because they can't abort. These babies will not survive long, or the mothers health is at risk.

There are babies who will never ever get adopted. Let's be real here. I realized there are babies who aren't adopted. I was a white, healthy baby girl. If I had a disability or medical issue, the chances I'll get adopted go down a lot. Race matters as well. Most adoptive parents looking to adopt don't want to adopt a sick/problem non white baby. It sounds harsh, but it's true. I've met adoptees who were told their adoptive parents settled for them.

So shut the fuk up about putting it up for adoption.

Foster care has many kids we can't find homes for because most adoptive parents like I said are picky. Most want white baby girl newborns. Almost none want an older child or a teenager especially ones with issues.

Speaking of foster kids, did you know many foster kids are raped and abused in foster care? Many can't access health care. What if a teenage foster child gets pregnant? She can't abort. There are kids who spend half their lives foster care until they age out with nothing. Where are the conservatives helping them out? What about the aged out teenager who get pregnant and is homeless now? Will you help her?

Let's talk about the 10 year old pregnant rape victim. If you support a child carrying a baby after being raped you're sick af. I'll be the first one to tell you that if I had a child and she got pregnant from rape, I'll risk my freedom and life getting her an abortion. No child should be forced to not only be raped but be forced to carry a pregnancy from rape. What if it was your child? Grandchild? Cousin? Neighbor? Sister? Many of you call yourself prolife but don't care about kids at all. What about the 10 year old?

And rapists in many states have parental rights. Think about that for a second. Not only must victims bare the child but share custody with their rapist. This country is sick.

And adoption isn't the answer. I'm adopted. I can honestly tell you it's not fun being adopted. Knowing your birth mom didn't want you. Everyone can say she made an adoption plan or she loves you so much. What a load of crap. I'm thankful for my life and my adoptive family, but honestly, at times, I hate being adopted. Everyone else can be with their biological families but me. Now that I'm an adult, it gets harder. I can't wrap my mind around carrying a child and birthing a child just to give your own baby away. It's not something to be proud of either.

Having no genetics around you sucks. Not knowing where you're from sucks. I literally have so many issues from being adopted it's not a joke. Conservatives can push adoption all they want but adoption has its own issues too. Women shouldn't be forced to carry a pregnancy just to give the baby away for adoption. Adoption should be for kids who truly need it when they don't have any family willing to take them in. Why do we want more kids born when we can't even take care of the kids we already have born?

And inflation is a bitch right now. My parents brought their houses for cheap. Their college degrees were cheap. Most people can't even afford to live, let alone pay their medical bills. Many people can't afford rent or a mortgage.

So, yes, I'm a conservative Christian adoptee who is against abortion laws. The prolife movement is a joke. I hate my damn state. And shut the fuq up about adoption. We don't need more babies born to be adopted anyway. Women aren't here to be your incubators.

And before y'all attack me, I believe in Jesus, the Bible, and I've attended Christian schools my entire life. My boyfriend is a preachers kid and grew up more religious than I did. I still attend church, and I still have my beliefs. I attended Christian college and came back a different person once I got outside of my bubble and my family. I see a lot of stuff differently and feel I was brainwashed on many things. I still don't support the abortion ban. Make abortion legal for all. Now shut up and actually practice what you preach if you're prolife. I'm not talking about preventing abortion or banning it either. The hard work of helping born kids and born people who are struggling.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"I. Uh. Might have developed a small crush on my brother's girlfriend.

Now, I dont really believe in love at first sight. But it was close enough.

She smiled at me once, twice, thrice, and then I realized I wanted to see that smile forever. It's just!! Everything felt better with her by my side, you know? Have you ever felt that?"

An image comes to his mind, but he can't recognize it. It quickly disappears.

"We were best friends. We shared makeup and talked all night and raised kids together, bestie stuff.

I always thought of me and my brother as equals, i mean, we are both dumb rich kids who love pretty girls and sweet popcorn

But I never understood his ambition. He had everything! A beautiful wife, lovely kids, money, time, fame. Some of us dont have even one of those things!

So why did he not care about them?

He just left Mari abandoned in their house everyday, he barely went to do his job as CEO, He just ran around doing whatever! Why couldn't he just see how good he has it? The people he was hurting? The responsibilities of a husband and father??

One day Mari came to me, barely speaking, saying he divorced her.

I uh, didn't take it very well.

In my defense, if you saw someone having everything you've ever wanted and just threw it away, wouldn't you be a little mad?

And I know it's selfish and envy is bad or whatever. But he was hurting people. People I love very much. Even himself, i think.

We fought a lot, i told him he was a stupid spoiled child, and he told me i'd never achieve anything even with our parents' money. Then I, uh, said that I was glad he had little youth left because it meant he was gonna die soon.

Yeah... uh... maybe bringing childhood trauma into the divorce thing wasn't a good plan.

And I only realized it later, when he made some crazy internet thing and he was getting detained by the police.

Mari was not coping well, me neither, honestly. We both realized the person we knew was actually just in our heads and that the real person is some cruel stranger. It was almost like grieving.

We fought over the smallest things. Nadia and Simon decided to move to their friend's house. I went back to mine as well, I couldn't take it.

Just like him, I left her all alone. It must run in the family."

"So, yeah, she's probably super mad at me. And doesn't want to be with me ever again"

Beebo tries really hard not to tell her how wrong she is about that

"Well, let's go look for her then! I'll speak on your behalf, so you two dont have to face each other, but the message goes across. Where do you think she is?"

"Um, she said something about her kids, right? They usually are in the observation tower, so she might be looking for them there?"

"Alright, let's go there"

"I'm back I'm back!"

"The Vivi has been secured"

"You literally just made me turn every single location tracking app i have"

"And now you are secured"

"Um, hello?"

"Oh! This is my friend ..."

"Uh. Um. Oh fuck I still dont remember his name. And I literally asked him out! Seems like I still get all stupid in the presence of handsome men. I'll just wait until someone else says it"

" ... from college!, and his friend, Vivi right?"

"Hey Ollie, where is the lady with the blue hair I left you with?"

"We are going to her! She might be in an observation tower, we think"

"Wait, are we all going?"

"Yes. You need your emotional support me, I need my emotional support him and he needs his emotional support her"

"I can take it"

"Wait! I still dont know what to say to her! How do I say that Im sorry? That I love her?"

"I have suggestions"

"So do I"

"Mine would be funnier though"

"...Im so fucked"

[dramaplatters]

Dhevaprom: Laorchan

  “Do you remember watching the Khun Chai series back in 2013? Well, I have some good news. Their sons have all grown up and have their own love stories. Back in the day, Grandma On wanted her grandsons to marry the Dhevaprom girls, but they all fell in love with different girls, so she couldn’t accomplish her goals. In this series, her great-grandsons will be accomplishing her goals.” 

  “The first installment starts with ‘Dhevaprom: Laorchan’, starring Gina Yeena Salas. You’ll recognize her from the lakorn with James Ji in ‘The Deadly Affair’. It also stars Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong, whom I’m not familiar with. This is the first time I’ve watched his work.”

“So, the plot is about Laorchan, who is a Dhevaprom, but she doesn’t know it yet. She returns from France and starts working for ‘Phu’ Phuthanet Juthathep. Her aim is to steal the necklace (Atchanajakkra), which has a blue sapphire, in order to clear her family name.”

"Laorchan starts working as a secretary for the extremely punctual, perfectionist, and strict ‘Phu’ Phuthanet Juthathep. She begins her job with Phu with the intention of stealing the Atchanajakkra (Blue Sapphire necklace).

 This lakorn mostly takes place in the forest, and the forest scenes are lengthy. There was zero chemistry between the couple. However, I was more interested in the romance of the other couples, such as Satarassamee Phukhamwong / ‘Jao’ (Prince) & Veena Mahannop / Veena Wongsawan (bodyguard of Prince), and ‘Kan’ Kanthika Juthathep (Laorchan’s sister) and Wachira Wongsawan [Major] (Kan’s boyfriend / fiancé). If there were different leads, the lakorn would have had a lot of potential.. 

  Time-wise, the lakorn is set in the 80s. There are a few things that need mentioning, particularly the wardrobe department. Yes, Phu’s outfits match the fashion of the 80s (well, I was just a child in the 80s so I don’t remember much, but luckily we have search engines), but they also remind me of those baggy suits from the 70s. Women’s outfits are more in line with the 80s, apart from Gina’s high heels with red bottoms. Those shoes were not even a thing in the 80s." 

  Please keep in mind that there is not much romance in this lakorn. Basically, I found it boring. I didn’t really enjoy Gulf’s acting, although Gina has improved her acting, she still has a long way to go. Also, the parents from the original series are replaced with actors who are more age-appropriate to be the parents of 20-30 year old offsprings.

  You can directly skip this part and move into ‘Dhevaprom: Kwanruetai’, which is the second installment of the series. It’s the story of a military doctor, who is the son of Khun Chai Phutthiphat (James Ji). He falls in love with a country girl who dresses up as a tomboy because her mother puts pressure on her. 

 She earns her money by selling food to the doctors and nurses in the hospital. They even share an accidental first kiss at the end of Episode 1. The casting directors did a good job here, as the actor has a baby face. With the haircut and glasses, he resembles Khun Chai Phutthiphat (James Ji’s character in the prequel, his father’s story). 

  So far, we have completed ‘Dhevaprom: Laorchan’, ‘Dhevaprom: Kwanruetai’, and we have three episodes of ‘Dhevaprom: Jaipisut’. We also have two more installments, ‘Dhevaprom: Phon Cheewan’ and ‘Dhevaprom: Dujapsorn’. From the trailers, I can see that ‘Dhevaprom: Phon Cheewan’ is going to be nice. The plot is similar to ‘Rak Rae’. ‘Rak Rae’ was filmed in Austria, while ‘Dhevaprom: Phon Cheewan’ was filmed in Switzerland (apart from the secret pregnancy, control freak male lead, and crazy aunt). 

and here is the trailer for the Dhevaprom: Dujapsorn

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@deannastrois replied to WIP title game:

cass morgan lives 👀

My god I've been poking at this thing since before the pandemic. It's been pinned more as a wishful thought than any actual recent mahi on it but I kind of want to get back into it now that I read it again...

Cassandra Morgan survives her suicide attempt, leaves her husband, takes the boys, and lives with Evelyn. She and Evelyn attempt the Panama job and Evelyn makes it out but Cass ends up in jail for some years. Cass, Evelyn, and the boys become family (surprisingly not in a lesbians way); Sully still ends up a part of the boys' lives; I get Luka Hzujak and Vincent Perez out of the fridge as the years go on; treasure hunting family friends!

A snippet:

Cassandra comes back all skin and bones with foreign slang still littering her Spanish to a fading patron and boys she barely recognizes: Samuel - no, he goes by Sam now - is a surly teenager who just graduated high school by the skin of his teeth due only to her father getting strict with him and her mother bribing him with money towards a motorcycle; he claims to be working and has the money to show for it, but he's thin on details. Nathan is quieter but with worryingly dark humor for an almost thirteen-year-old. And they're both sneaking out against her parents' wishes to work with Evelyn. Evelyn, with her low tolerance for people who can't keep up with her and her equally low tolerance for children. She tells them off for lying and then she hugs them for their work, not only because it's been years but also because it's genuinely good work which even Evelyn claims she didn't hold their hands through much. (And then she tells off Evelyn for teaching Sam to smoke.) "I'm sorry you were gone for so long," says Evelyn, who must be going soft in her old age if she's letting the boys work with her. "Your absence was… felt." "It was almost permanent," she admits. She has not told her family, not wanting them to worry about something that was years ago now that she's more evenkeeled. Evelyn inhales sharply. "Again?" she asks quietly, and Cassandra nods. "Your disease is cruel." "I'm keeping my eye on it." It grows harder to keep an eye on it when she can't find work - yes, her parents are letting her stay to recover from prison (as if good homemade meals could put the spark back in her soul as well as the meat back on her bones), but she wants to be out of their hair. Understandably, no one wants to deal with someone who did prison time in a foreign country; not even her old under the table housekeeping and childcare contacts will touch her now. Eventually, Sam introduces her to some older gringo who says she could make a lot of money from her historical work if she'd put her talents towards what he calls 'antiquities acquisitions', Sam calls 'treasure hunting', and she calls 'grave robbing'. At first she's appalled, because she's not in this for the money, she never was, but then again, it's not like anyone's impressed when she presents her findings anyway. And if this Sullivan guy can get into places too dangerous for her and Evelyn…

[the-fiction-witch]

Blood Pumping P2

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Requested

I didn't know which was worse my fear or my excitement, it was like having two over excited puppies in my mind jumping over each other attempting to be seen. The door opened and immediately I gulped her shoes gone, her little white socks pulled high, her skirt tugged up high, her button down shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal the start of her cream bra, her tie long gone, her hair let loose from the usual braids and ponytails allowed to hang naturally with only her alice band to push it back.

"Oh hi Paul"

For a moment no words arrived at my mouth honestly I was doing my best not to loose my balance as I felt like I could have fainted as my heart was beating out my chest, my blood pumping around me every drop of blood flooding to my stiff erection ".........uhhhh hi y/n" I blushed

"Don't you look handsome"

"Uuuuuuuughhhhhhhh thank you, you uhhhh you umm" I stuttered "You look beautiful"

"You're cute. Come on we can sit up in my room" she smiled grabbing my hand and dragging me inside with her 

She lead me into her bedroom which was actually in the loft having to climb a steep stairwell to get up there but it wa sa very large room with anything a teenage girl could want a huge double bed, desk, a huge record collection that rivaled my own and John's out together next to a pretty high end player, and her own one suite. Everything in it was impressive and clearly expensive many of the perfume, make up and such I recognized from magazines and such I didn't know what her family did but clearly they had money.

"Whoa this uhh this is nice" I told her as she jumped on her bed hugging a stuffed bear I had to avert my eyes given I now stood over her bed and could pretty much see up her skirt and honestly seeing her in this half undone school uniform in her bed hugging her teddy bear was… unlocking things in my mind it really shouldn't have been, uuummmm believe me babydoll I wanna jump in that bed with you 

"Thanks, took a lot of work" she says 

"I can imagine, so uhh algebra?" I asked putting my stuff down trying not to look at her 

"Ehh do we have to? I've just done so much work at school" she whined rolling on her bed a little

"Well we uhh we can chill out for a little better it that would help?" I suggested

"Awww your so sweet" she smiled getting up and stroking across my shoulders as she past me "none of my other tutors let us do that" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss 

"Well I uhh I uh I'm not like other tutors" 

"I can see that" she smiled flicking through her records finally picking one and adding it to the player setting some music on and I recognized the song 

"Hu… you uhh you like this?"

"Ummm very much"

"I uhh I do too, I don't have it myself but John plays it alot. How'd you get it? I thought it hadn't been released over here yet?"

"I have my ways" she smiled 

"Do uhh you mind me asking what your parents do?"

"My mum works in the seamstress shop in town turning hems and such" she explained moving around her room doing various things "you can sit on the bed Paul it's okay" she smiled 

So I did take a seat there even if I had to force some darker thoughts away "and your dad?"

"He runs the record shop on East gate"

"Really! That explains the collection I'm guessing"

"He likes to give me promos to listen too, he says he uses me for customer resource"

"How do?"

"He gives me all the promos the shop gets and I tell him what to order and what not to order track the trends he says" 

"I uhh I go there all the time" 

"Umm he tells me"

"He does?"

"He likes to keep me posted on…cute boys who sniff around the right musical sections" she Cooes 

"That uhh that's how you knew my name?"

"No, I found that out after a nice evening in the dance hall." She explained 

"The dancehall? So you uhh you uhhh"

"Yes Paul I've seen you play" she giggled coming and sitting in the bed with me "you boys are really good, but your my favorite"

"Thanks, that's really sweet of you. I'll have to get you backstage some day"

"That would be nice, so long as you promise to keep me safe"

"Of course I would,"

"You'll have to let me know the first time you boys record some stuff I'll have to had it to my collection, I'd pay of course"

"Absolutely, but I couldn't charge you y/n"

"That's sweet Paul, but really it's no trouble I'd love to not fair to get stuff for free" she says and a wicked smile went across her face she stroked across my hand and I glanced down nervously but excited and when I glanced back up to her she captured my lips in an intense hot kiss I happily kissed back feeling my blood pumping around my body in excitement as we kissed till she pulled away and kissed my nose "that can be a little deposit" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh yeah uhh okay" I nodded trying desperately to think straight

"That okay or do you need some more?" She asks wrapping her arms around my shoulders

"Uhh more. Yeah more.. please"

"Your so cute, it's fine Paul you can kiss and cuddle as much as you like even a little more of you… did my algebra for me?"

"Deal!" I told her happily pulling her back for another kiss