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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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The Younger Kind Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You aren't surprised when Bradley asks you to babysit Noah so he can go out. But it throws you for a loop when he comes home from his date early and gets a little flirtatious with you instead.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You weren't too surprised to get a text from Bradley a few days later asking if you could watch Noah on Saturday afternoon for an hour or two. But as you read the message, your mind drifted again, as it had been doing since you met him.

Bradley was so attractive. Like honestly one of the best looking men you had ever seen in person. It was everything: the way he looked, his big hands, his voice, his mustache, how much he loved his son.

When you ran into Penny yesterday, you told her that you'd met the boys, and that you really clicked with Noah right away. She seemed happy that you would be watching Noah for Bradley occasionally.

She also told you that Bradley was getting back into the dating scene, and that's why he needed someone to watch Noah in the first place. How someone as good looking as Bradley Bradshaw ever managed to fall out of the dating scene was beyond your comprehension.

He would probably be a gentleman on a date. Pay for everything, open doors, lace his fingers through yours, maybe even kiss your cheek. You could imagine him waiting until the third or fourth date to invite you back to his place. Then he'd probably rock your socks off with his huge hands, amongst other things.

Oh, you felt a little warmer every time you thought about him. At least you'd barely see him when you were at his house. Just a quick hello when you got there, and then a quick goodbye when you left. You'd get to spend most of your time coloring dinosaurs and building castles with Noah. And that was just fine with you.

You agreed to be there at noon on Saturday. Noah usually went down for a nap after he ate lunch, and Bradley didn't want him to start his nap before you got there, and then potentially be confused about why you were there instead of his dad. You packed up a bag of snacks and a few things to read for your classes. Then you pulled on some leggings and a tank top and headed out.

You hoped Bradley had a coffee maker. Shit, you should have asked him if it was okay to use the stuff in his kitchen. Should you be bringing your own coffee with you? You'd find out all of this information and be better prepared for the next time. There was absolutely no time for you to stop for coffee now.

You parked in the driveway next to his cool Ford Bronco, grabbed your stuff and knocked on the door. When Bradley answered the door, he had Noah in his arms, and you smiled at both of them as they smiled at you.

"Come on in," Bradley told you, pushing the door open wider. "We just finished lunch, and someone is getting sleepy."

You watched Noah yawn and then promptly tell his dad that he wasn't tired at all.

"Maybe we can play blocks or color before you take a teeny tiny little nap? I brought you another coloring book," you said, rummaging in your bag. "This one is safari animals."

"Okay," Noah agreed with another yawn, and you led him into the kitchen.

You could feel Bradley's eyes on you as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes flicked up to meet yours. "You don't have to stay. I've got him," you promised, but Bradley followed you into the kitchen.

"If I leave now, I'll get there too early," he said, pouring a mug of coffee. "Want some?"

"I'd love some," you sighed, and he met your eyes with curiosity.

He got a second mug out of the cabinet that said Top Gun, Top Dad and handed it to you. You laughed, and he grinned at you. "There's sugar in the cabinet, and I've got milk and fancy hazelnut creamer. Please don't judge me."

"I love fancy creamers," you promised, opening the refrigerator and pouring a healthy amount into your coffee. Other than that and the milk, the refrigerator was pretty empty.

"I realize there's basically nothing to eat here, but if you see it and you want it, by all means, help yourself," he told you before sipping his coffee. "What's your favorite flavor of coffee creamer? I'll buy it next time so it's here for you."

"French vanilla. And thanks," you said, meeting his gaze again. His hands were so big, they dwarfed his oversized mug, and his eyes were the exact shade of your favorite iced macchiato from Starbucks.

You quickly turned away from him to sit next to Noah, and you helped him color a zebra orange and green.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Bradley fidget with the dishwasher and then finish his coffee before messing around with the stove burners. When he turned back to face you, he caught you looking at him.

"I'm just nervous," he muttered, huffing out a laugh. "I'll get going. Get out of your hair."

He kissed Noah on the top of his head and promised you he'd be back in about two hours. "No rush," you replied with a smile. "I'll put this little guy down for a nap soon, so really, take your time. Enjoy your date."

Bradley paused and looked at you with surprise. "How did you know I'm going on a date?"

"Oh," you said, suddenly afraid you had overstepped. "Well, Penny told me you were starting to date again. I didn't pry for more information though. Promise."

But he just shrugged and ran his fingers across his lips and mustache. "It's okay. I just haven't been on a date in years. And right now.... I am dreading this," he said with a laugh, his eyes silently pleading with you.

You nodded and handed a purple crayon to Noah. "Yeah, well, at least you're not going out with a twenty three year old guy," you told him. "At least I don't think you are?" you asked, giving him side eye.

He barked out a laugh that made you feel fuzzy inside. "Worse. I'm going out with a woman in her thirties who probably expects me to have my life together. As soon as I mention him," Bradley said, nodding at Noah, "it will in all likelihood result in a zero percent chance at a second date."

You scoffed. "Well, then at least you'd know up front that she's an idiot." You watched his eyes widen as he smiled. "Sorry. That was mean. I'm sure you must like her if you're going out to lunch with her."

"No, no. You're not wrong. And I barely know her. Plus she's a coworker. We're just getting coffee."

You looked him up and down, noting the nice fit of his gray chinos and fitted black shirt. "Well, you look really nice. If all else fails, you can probably just flirt with a barista and score a free drink."

He laughed again, but this time it was accompanied by a pink flush to his cheeks. Were you seriously making this huge, sexy man blush. Your heart was absolutely racing now as you absentmindedly colored a hyena. Bradley was running one large hand along the back of his neck and reaching into his pocket.

"Here, I made you a key for the front door," he said, handing it to you. His fingers felt warm and sturdy as they grazed your palm, and you just looked up at him for a few seconds. "There's always cash behind the TV if you need it. I'll leave my phone on if you need anything else."

"Sounds good. Try to have fun." You watched him nod and kiss Noah one more time before he left. But as soon as Bradley was gone, the house felt too big and too quiet as you sat in the kitchen.

Noah was absorbed in the coloring book, but he was also clearly sleepy. When you eventually suggested he just lay in his bed while you sang a song about going on a safari, he agreed. And soon he was fast asleep.

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Bradley didn't know how to do this. Grace was really pretty, but talking to her was tedious. She was his age, but she seemed immature. She was smart, but she didn't seem to understand his humor.

For every positive, there was at least one negative, and he just couldn't see how there would possibly be a second date.

"You know, Rooster," she said smiling at him across the table, "I'll only be down from Lemoore for the month. If you want to just make this casual, I wouldn't mind that at all."

So she just wanted to hook up with him. He could probably handle hooking up. He'd done it in the past with no problems. But then why was he even sitting in a coffee shop, trying to find someone who could love him and his son? He was actually lonely, and he was getting too old for this shit.

"Rebel... I'm not really into that anymore. I'm looking for someone who wants to meet my son and spend time around him, too."

"Oh," she said, clearly startled. "You have a kid."

"I have a kid," he confirmed. "Noah is three years old. Almost four."

She leaned away from him. "I didn't know that."

He just shrugged and played with his empty cup.

"Well, the hookup offer still stands. You can call me if you change your mind."

And then she was gone, and Bradley was sitting at the table alone. He checked the time. He'd barely been gone for an hour. He could just go back home to Noah. And you. Maybe just hang out for the rest of the afternoon. That really didn't sound half bad to him as he stood up and got in line again.

Once he had the to-go cup in his hand, he made his way back to his Bronco and drove home. He parked next to your car in his driveway and carried the cup with his name scrawled across it into his house.

He closed the front door quietly behind him and followed the sound of soft music coming from the kitchen. Noah must still be sleeping if you were listening to something so softly. He paused in the doorway; you were reading what looked like a textbook at his kitchen table and eating one Skittle at a time. He watched your fingers dip into the bag of candy and raise a purple one to your mouth. Your fingernails were painted blue. You had on that same lipgloss you were wearing the other day. And you were singing along to a song that he just so happened to love.

"How do you know this song?" he asked, and you jumped out of your chair with your hand over your heart. "Shit, I didn't mean to scare you." He took a step closer to you as you tipped your head back and sighed.

"I didn't hear you come in!" you said, pressing your glossy lips together and looking at him. "You were barely gone an hour."

He took a step closer to you, inhaling that wildflower scent that had taken over his kitchen. "Yeah... turns out my date was kind of an idiot."

Your eyes went a little wide. "She had a problem with Noah?"

Bradley shrugged. "Figured this whole dating thing would turn into a fiasco. Just didn't know it would happen so soon. Here, this is for you."

You eyed the cup in his hand, a confused look on your face. "For me?"

"Yeah. It's French vanilla. I flirted with the barista until they threw it at me in self defense. You were right, worked like a charm," he said, and you took the cup from him as your face softened while you laughed.

"Told ya," you whispered, looking up at him with such innocent eyes. Oh god, that feeling was back again. He didn't want to stop looking at you. You understood his humor, and you weren't boring to talk to. But worst of all, Bradley really liked the way your body looked.

He cleared his throat as you sipped the coffee and smiled. "You didn't tell me how you know this song."

"Everyone knows this song."

He shook his head. "Nobody knows this song. I love this song, and nobody ever knows what it is. It came out when I was a kid, way way way before you were born."

You giggled and said, "You're not that old. You couldn't be."

"Guess," he said with narrowed eyes.

"You want me to guess how old you are?" you asked, licking your lips. "What's in it for me? Because if I guess too young, you'll laugh at me. And if I guess too old, you'll be mad at me."

He shook his head. "Promise I won't laugh or get mad."

You bit your lip. "Thirty-three?"

He pointed up with index finger.

"Thirty-five?"

He pointed up again, and you looked surprised.

"You're older than thirty-five?"

"I'm thirty-six."

"You look younger than your age," you told him, picking up your coffee for another sip. You seemed to like the drink. He would probably get you one next time too.

"You look younger than your age, too," he said before he could consider his words. He already felt borderline inappropriate for looking at you so much, and saying you looked young would probably just make it worse. But he couldn't help himself. Your leggings were tight. Your tank top was his favorite color, and your skin looked so soft.

But you just smirked at him when he finally met your eyes again. "I look young? Then I guess it's a good thing I'm not younger. Or else you might be getting in trouble for where you're looking."

Bradley froze in place, lips parted and cheeks rapidly heating up. "Shit," he gasped, turning away from you. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said quickly. "I was just messing with you."

"No," he said, swallowing hard as he headed for the hallway. Oh, he was so fucking embarrassed. He was twelve years older than you. He had clearly been checking you out. You were the babysitter. "I'll go check on Noah."

Bradley made a beeline down the hallway to Noah's room. When he peeked in, he saw his son's brown eyes starting to peek open. "You awake, bub?

Noah just nodded and reached for Bradley to scoop him up. He held onto Noah's warm little body and gave him a few kisses, carrying him to the kitchen to get a snack.

You were still there, packing your books up into your bag. "Hey, Noah. Did you have a good nap?" you asked, stroking his cheek and making Bradley's insides melt. "He really is such a sweet kid. We had fun right?"

"Yeah, we colored and read a book about the muffin man," Noah said. "Can I have the snack you made?"

"Of course," you told him, and Bradley watched you open the refrigerator and pull out a plate of carrot sticks with peanut butter and raisins on top. "There you go. Ants on a log."

Bradley set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs and watched him eat the healthy snack you made. Now that Bradley looked around, he noticed you had cleaned up a bit.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to meet your eyes. At least you didn't look upset with him. "You didn't have to clean up in here."

"I don't mind. You're already paying me more per hour than I make at my work study," you replied, ruffling Noah's hair with your fingers. "I'm gonna go, kiddo. Maybe I'll see you again soon?"

Noah hugged you around the middle, and Bradley realized he was going to have to go on another date in order to get you to come over and watch Noah again. It didn't seem like a possibility to just invite you over to hang out with the two of them.

You picked up your things and headed for the living room. "I realize you're probably not going on a second date with her, but let me know if you need me again?"

"I will," he replied, taking one more good look at your lips.

"Thanks for flirting so hard that the barista made you my favorite kind of coffee," you told him with a smile. "Bye, Noah. Bye, Bradley."

As soon as you were gone, Bradley was eating an ant on a log and scrambling to open the dating app on his phone. He'd line up a date right this minute if it meant getting you to come over to his house again.

Then he froze as his fingers hovered over the photo of a woman who's entire bio was dedicated to her seven cats. He wasn't suddenly interested in you for any other reason than the fact that he'd had a shitty date and he was craving attention from a woman. He really just needed to connect with someone his own age and then get laid.

You weren't anything special. And you were way too young anyway. You just happened to be the only one who had really looked at him and joked with him in such a long time. No wonder he felt all mixed up.

He'd find a date on the app for real. Not just to get you to come over again.

"Let's go play outside," Bradley told Noah after he finished messaging three different women.

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You had two problems. The first one was the fact that you had so much fun with Noah, you wanted to babysit him again. But Bradley hadn't texted you back in the last few days and asked if you were available.

Your second problem was the fact that you actually had a gigantic crush on Bradley and wanted to see him again, too. Even if it meant he only needed you to sit with Noah because he had another date.

He had been checking you out. You were so sure of it. He was so flustered. It all made you feel silly inside. But Bradley was really funny and witty, and you really enjoyed being around him.

And how flattering, a thirty six year old man softly flirting with you in his kitchen.

Every time your phone went off, you checked to see if it was Bradley. But it never was. It was always Greyson trying to get you to drive out to his place and hookup. It was Thursday evening, and you were just bored enough to take him up on the offer. You were in the middle of texting him back when you got a message from Bradley.

Bradley Bradshaw: Any chance you can come over again tomorrow night?

That meant he had another date. Unsurprising. The man was hot, funny, and liked good music.

What time do you want me? I can be there around 5 at the earliest.

You texted Grey back and told him you'd stop over in a bit. You started tossing some things into an overnight bag, along with your books for class the next day, just in case you fell asleep there.

Bradley Bradshaw: Come at 6? I'll have dinner ready for you if you want to eat here.

You replied to Bradley with a simple thumbs up, letting him know you would be there tomorrow. Then you sighed and walked out to your car, making the drive to Greyson's apartment.

As you watched him drink and play MLB The Show, ignoring you despite having asked you to come, you couldn't help but think about how your semi-employer treated you better than your on-again off-again hookup did. But you ended up passing out on his couch for the night after a few minutes of making out, because you knew nothing would ever happen with Bradley, no matter how much the idea enticed you.

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alexfromjersey · 1 year ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 & 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: it's jenna's last day in new york. jah contemplates a career move

warnings: mature language, a male

a/n: imma be honest with y’all….I lost all the creativity for this book. I was struggling to find a path for it but I found one and I hope you guys enjoy it. (Vc: sensei.klx on TikTok)

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THE NEXT DAY

"Our baby is big as a lemon right now. At this stage, our baby's intestines and vocal cords are developing. Tiny bones are also beginning to form in the arms and legs. This is so fascinating" Jenna gushed as she leaned more into your side.

You were currently focused on the intense game of baseball as your feet were propped on your coffee table. The two of you were enjoying each other's company until Jenna had to leave for London to film Beetlejuice 2 later tonight.

"Are we going to have a baby shower?" You asked.

"Yeah just a small one though and a little more into my pregnancy, maybe when I'm around 30 weeks" Jenna answered.

You nodded at your girlfriend. Your attention is then stolen by the Yankees vs. Padres baseball game on the TV. Jenna continued looking at the information the pregnancy app provided on her phone. Suddenly, the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You go to the buzzer, "Who is it?"

"Yuh Mada" Delyse responded. You buzz your mother in and unlock the door so she can come in. You then sat back down next to Jenna. A few minutes later, Del burst into the apartment with multiple bags in her hands.

You sighed, "Ma what is all that?"

"Nothing for you, some of this is for Jenna and...maybe the baby. Anyway, Jenna since you are leaving tonight I packed you a little pregnancy kit. I got you some prenatal vitamins, ginger & peppermint for any nausea you may get, and raspberry leaves for your iron and it can increase milk production if you decide to breastfeed" Del listed off.

Jenna's heart swelled at your mother's thoughtfulness, "Thank you so much Ms. Delyse. I appreciate this."

"Oh sweetie, us mothers have to stick together and watch over one another" Del smiled at the young woman.

"Do I get anything?" You ask.

"You get a non-cranky baby mother" Del replied to you.

You playfully glare at your mother. Del handed Jenna the bag of her stuff and sat opposite the couple. The buzzer to your apartment goes off again. You groan in frustration and confusion about who it could be.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Davis" Davis answered. You buzzed him in and sat in your spot again. Soon after, Davis walks in with a flyer in his hand.

"Hey, Ms. Del I haven't seen you in a minute. How was Jamaica?" Davis asked.

"Wonderful. I needed that vacation" Del answered.

"I feel that. I need a vacation too. I haven't been on one in months" Davis said and sat in the empty spot next to you and Jenna.

"We should plan to go to the Bahamas" You suggest.

"Oh let's do it I've always wanted to go to the Bahamas," Davis said.

You then notice the flyer in his hand, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's why I came over here. This is a music competition, winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. I saw that Twitter video of you singing, you should sign up" Davis proposed.

"Nah I'm good" You declined.

Davis looked at you in shock, "What? Why not?"

"I don't wanna be under another label. I've done it before and it went sideways. I don't want people telling me what music to make or getting the majority of the money I worked hard for" You explained and shrugged your shoulders.

"But it can expose you to different opportunities so you can propel yourself properly in the industry. You don't have to stay under a label forever" Davis said.

You sighed, "I don't know I'll think about it."

"Well, you better think about it sooner than later. The deadline to submit your demo is in two weeks" Davis informed you and handed you the flyer.

You read over it and the information on the paper. Submission deadline ends on June 15th at 11:59 pm. Any type of music is accepted but it has to be under three minutes. Five million dollar record label with Passion Records. You heard about the label, but before signing with the local one, you tried numerous times to get a rep. to listen to your music. You never got a response from them. But now you have a chance to finally pursue your dream of being a global sensation in music. A dream you've had since you were 8 and went to your first concert.

Maybe it would be a great opportunity.

"We still going to the courts around 1?" Davis asked.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Sisqo owes me my $50 from the last game" You said.

"What's the courts?" Jenna questioned.

"Basketball courts around the corner from her. Me and Davis always play a pickup game with some friends from the block every Friday" You answered.

"Oh, can I come?" Jenna asked.

"Of course. You can see me whoop some ass in basketball" You smirked.

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"Jah!" You heard Davis yell from your right. Your eyes glance at Davis who was getting pressed by his defender. You knew if you passed it to him, he was either going to lose the ball or shoot and miss. You were down by 2 and if the other team scored it was game over. You had to play smart.

You pass it to Davis but you sprinted behind him to shake your defender. You were successful and got to the corner where Davis passed it to you. You caught it and immediately shot a three. You watched as it swished in the net, winning you the game.

"Yeah, buddy!" You exclaimed excitedly.

Jenna clapped and cheered on the sidelines while you and Davis dapped each other up. She sat back down in her seat while you started talking to the other team. She was surprised she even sat through the whole basketball game. She was more into soccer than any other sport but pick-up basketball was entertaining.

"Mind if I sit here?" A soft voice brought Jenna out of her thoughts. She looked to her right and saw an angelic woman. She looked like a Disney princess.

"No, no go for it" Jenna smiled. She grabbed her book from beside her but she felt eyes burning into the side of her head. She looked and saw the woman staring at her with recognition in her eyes.

"My apologies for staring at you but I love your work. Wednesday is currently my favorite series right now. You also did your thing in the Scream movies" The woman complimented.

"Thank you so much" Jenna gave the woman another smile.

"You know I never expected to run into you in the Bronx. This is the last place I ever thought" The woman chuckled.

Jenna nervously chuckled, "Yeah...just hanging and watching some basketball."

She didn't want to deal with a fan's pressing questions. She knew she should've put her disguise on. But luckily, Jenna relaxed a little when she saw you look at the woman with recognition in her eyes. Jenna watched as you tapped Davis rapidly on his arm and pointed toward the bleachers.

"Yo Diana, I ain't know you were gon' be here" You smiled and gave her a side hug.

Davis, on the other hand, was staring at her like a lovesick puppy.

"Yeah I was just walking by and I saw the two of you. Thought I'd stop and say hello...hey Davis" Diana smiled at Davis.

"H-Hey Diana" Davis nervously waved back.

You and Jenna smirked at each other while watching. Davis is a nervous mess in front of Diana.

"Oh Jenna, this is Diana, Diana this is Jenna. The three of us went to school together along with her twin sister Stacey" You said.

At the mention of the name Stacey, jealousy flushed through her as she remembered the night of the Met Gala. The beautiful girl that was attached to your hip like glue all night, posting you any chance she got.

"How is Stacey?" You asked.

"Good. She went back to Spelman last week but she'll be back for summer break" Diana told you. You nodded, took a sip of your water, and sat in front of Jenna.

"Word? I ain't know she got into Spelman. What is she going for?" You asked.

"Major in Music and minor in Theatre & Performance. Same as me just at a different school" Diana answered.

Unconsciously, you leaned back in between Jenna's legs. She placed her head on top of yours and her arms on your shoulders.

Diana smirked, "Y'all are cute together."

"I'm cute all the time" You playfully said.

"Mhmm I don't know about that. You have your moments" Jenna commented.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa you gon' do me like that babe. That's wild" You exclaimed.

"All I said was you have your moments. We got our moments too" Jenna defended playfully. Diana let out a giggle at the two of you.

"Speaking of cute, you should holla at Davis. Don't think I don't see the way you keep glancing over at him" You smirk.

"Uh...I don't know. I just got out of a relationship, a bad one at that. I don't think I'm ready for another one just yet" Diana vacillated.

"You don't have to jump into another relationship. I'm just saying to you know talk to him and become friends. But if you don't wanna do it, that's fine I'm not gonna force you or anything" You said.

Diana glanced at Davis again who looked up this time from his bag and smiled at her. She looked down to hide the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She then went into her purse and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote her number and walked down the bleaches.

"I have to go but call me whenever you aren't busy" Diana smiled at him and placed the paper in his hands. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off the court.

"I'm the best wingwoman ever aren't I" You smiled.

"Uh I've seen better" Jenna shrugged.

You suck your teeth as she laughed, "You a hater bruh."

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"Tap, tap, and then we lock our middle fingers. End it off with a fist bump and touch thumbs" You explain to Jenna and demonstrate the handshake you guys just came up with. The two of you came back from the basketball courts and went back to Jenna's hotel room so the actress could finish packing.

"I don't want to leave" Jenna pouted as the both of you sat on the floor against her bed. It was getting closer to the time for Jenna to leave for the airport and she was having a hard time. The both of you were really, you just kept to yourself.

"You could always call me you know. No matter the time, I'll always pick up for you" You said sincerely.

Truth be told, it was nice to finally have someone around. Someone new.

“You'll pick up at any time?" Jenna questioned amused.

"Yep. I'm an insomniac so 9 times out of ten I'll be up doing absolutely nothing productive" You chuckled.

Jenna giggled, "I'm going hold you to that."

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence looking out at the sun setting sky. Neither of you uttered a word but your eyes slowly drifted to the woman next to you. The orange color bounced off her skin beautifully, making her freckles pop even more than before. You've seen your fair share of beautiful women but nothing compared to her.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" Jenna spoke softly.

You pulled your phone and quickly captured a picture of the actress.

Jenna chuckled, "No way, you actually took a picture."

"You told me too. Now, I have an exclusive picture of Jenna Ortega. Should I sell it to these paparazzi weirdos?" You joked.

"Do it. I bet you'll make a fortune" Jenna replied.

Suddenly, a ding is heard from Jenna's phone. She grabbed it from the nightstand and sighed as she looked at the person who texted her.

Nancy The Manager: we're outside

Jenna pouted as she read the message. She was hoping she got at least another hour with you but the universe didn't want to lift her spirits.

"They're here" Jenna grumbled.

You stood up from the floor and slipped on your slides. You grabbed her bags and Jenna got her airport outfit on. She checked to make sure she had everything before the two of you walked to the elevator.

After the elevator takes you to the hotel parking garage, you help place her bags in the trunk before you turn to her.

"I'm going to miss you" Jenna sniffled.

"Imma miss you too Hollywood" You pouted. The two of you hug each other tightly, not wanting to let go. But before she left, you bent down to be level with her small protruding stomach.

"Aight listen, it's just gon' be you and momma for a couple of months. You two take care of each other, if she is overworking herself, you better tell her to sit her ass down somewhere" You added, "Mama loves you and I'll be waiting here for the both of you to come back." You kiss her stomach and stand up.

"Why would you do that? Now I'm crying" Jenna cried and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.

You chuckled, "I just to let it be known."

Jenna wiped the tears from her face and climbed into the SUV.

"Call or text whenever you land," You said.

"I will" Jenna reassured.

You then step back from the SUV. Big L climbs into the driver's side and after a moment pulls off. Jenna blew you a kiss which you caught and you waited until you couldn't see them anymore to walk to your car and eventually left the hotel.

The journey to the airport was a quiet one. Jenna was scrolling through her social media, which is rare for the girl. Music was blasting in her ears as she didn't want to engage with anyone, especially Hudson. She was still furious with the male after the stunt he pulled with her family. She didn't even spare him a glance as she got into the SUV, which stung him a little.

After almost an hour, Jenna finally arrived at Teterboro Airport. She was flying private this time and she didn't know why but she was secretly thankful that she didn't have to deal with the regular airport this time.

Everyone checked in and was walking to the private jet. It was small and nothing too extravagant which she liked. She just wanted to get from point A to point B safely.

The young actress was the first to step onto the plane but halted in her steps as she came face to face with someone she didn't want to see.

"Ah, nice to see you again Jenna. It's been a long time" Corneilo smiled at the girl.

Jenna looked behind her at Nancy and Hudson and saw the same shocked look on their faces.

"Please settle down and let's prepare for take-off," Neil said and pointed to the seat in front of him.

Jenna hesitated before slowly sitting in the seat in front of him, "You usually don't do in-person meetings."

"Yeah, but we have much to discuss. Things that couldn't be said over a video chat" Neil shrugged.

Nancy and Hudson hurriedly took a seat behind the two. Jenna was on edge, she was tense in her seat and she wanted nothing more than to be in your comfort again.

"Champagne?" Neil offered.

"No I'm good" Jenna declined.

The Cuban man nodded and down his glass of champagne before pouring himself another.

"What do we have to discuss?" Jenna asked impatiently.

Neil grinned, "I'm sure you know Jenna."

Jenna unconsciously hooked her arms around her stomach. She knew the man in front of her was unpredictable, she needed to be on guard the whole time.

"Do you remember why the court signed that paper Jenna?" Neil questioned.

"Because they wanted to keep the tradition going of a man ruling over a woman's life" Jenna retorted.

Neil let out a breathy laugh, "No...it's because you're reckless. That paper was designed to save you. Save you from the destructive road you were speeding down. The same road you found yourself back on."

Jenna didn't respond to him, just glared at him.

"20 years old and pregnant with a child by a talentless rat from the hood at the top of her career. Do you know how that makes me look? That I can't keep my clients in check because they do whatever they want to" Neil hissed.

"I care less about how it makes you look" Jenna snapped at the older man.

This makes Neil snap, at the speed of lighting he reaches over the table and grabs Jenna by her throat. Jenna tried to pull his hand away from her but was unsuccessful.

"You seem to forget who's in charge here. I'm the one in charge. I have the final say in what you can and cannot do, and who you can and cannot be with. I own you, Jenna. So when I tell you to jump, you ask how high. No sassy comeback, no attitude. Nothing." Neil snarled.

“Let her go Neil” Hudson glared at the older boy.

Neil’s eyes then snapped to Hudson. He let go of Jenna who was breathing heavily with tears running down her face. The older male then made his way to Hudson. He stopped just a breath away from him.

“Little Hudson Maverick, rich daddy’s boy that doesn’t know when to mind his business. A flaw of his that’s going to get him into some trouble in the future. How is mommy doing by the way? She still seeing that private exercise trainer on Thursdays and Saturdays during your father’s meetings?” Neil taunted the boy.

Nancy stood up from her seat, “That’s enough Corneilo.”

Neil then turned to look at the woman with a smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but an alarm goes off on his watch.

“Hmph, dodge a bullet there Nancy” Neil commented. He smoothed out his suit and looked at them with a smile, "Enjoy the flight." He then left the private jet.

Once he left, Nancy slid next to Jenna. The young actress then gripped her shirt as she sobbed into her side.

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bellaxgiornata · 8 months ago

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Honestly I cannot believe that I've been on tumblr for just over a year now and somehow there's already so many of you wonderful people here that are reading, enjoying, and supporting my silly little fics. When I jumped over here from AO3, I had not anticipated how much fun I was going to have getting to chat with all of y'all while also sharing my stories with those of you who aren't on AO3. I've definitely made some wonderful friends this past year because of tumblr and I just want to say thank you to everyone for the support. I always mean it when I say y'all are the reason I keep writing these stories 💖

I could certainly get sappier but instead I'll just invite y'all to join me for my first ever celebration! There's a few fun things below the cut that y'all can pop up with in my ask box starting today May 3 through Wednesday May 8! I tried to think of some interesting things that I could realistically make time to do with everything currently going on in my life, especially because I'm also still trying to stockpile rough drafts for many of my stories so that I can still have updates during my upcoming "writing hiatus" (that I'll explain more about later). My plan is to answer things as they come in and hopefully have them all finished shortly after the celebration ends. And once the celebration finally ends, I'm hoping to give y'all an update to a story or a one shot!

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spnexploration · 1 year ago

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Pack chapter 22

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: The morning after your night alone.

Chapter warnings: reader self-conscious including about her body, but nothing particularly detailed

Word count: 2.6k (long one!)

A/N: I forgot to add the last chapter to the masterlist when I posted it, which I have now done. Sorry about that! Make sure you read it first.

This fulfils the nesting square of my 2023 SPN AU bingo.

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Part 21 <- -> Part 23

“Good morning Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Sam asked as I trudged into the kitchen.

I just groaned in response.

He chuckled, “You really are perfect for Dean. There's fresh coffee if you'd like some.” I nodded and he fetched me a cup.

I was halfway through before I thought of sharing my news. “Dean messaged me when he got to Claire, at like 3am.”

“Yeah, he messaged me too. He said he's going to work the case with her today, then decide if they stay for tomorrow. I think he realises she'll rebel even more if he dismisses her work.”

I nodded, focused back on my coffee.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked when I was feeling more awake.

“That’s up to you. We can do some more lore if you'd like, you can spend the day reading or watching TV, or you can put yourself in Madison's hands and let her go crazy keeping you entertained.”

I laughed. “Maybe we can do some lore and then I'll see if I'm up for Madi entertainment.”

“Good choice. Grab some breakfast and then meet me in the library. I'll fill Mads in when she's out of the shower.”

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Sam had me try reading some lore myself and try to make sense of it, all related to the topics we'd covered yesterday. I didn't realise how complicated killing monsters was!

After a while I was feeling tired and run down, so I headed off to Dean's room for a nap. It was probably just the poor sleep I’d had last night without Dean around. I snuggled into his pillow and fell asleep instantly.

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I woke later. I was not feeling better. I felt so cold, but I was drenched in sweat. My joints ached, it was hard to move them at all.

It took a lot of effort, but I made it to the door finally. I was going to call out for Sam and Madi, hope that they had medication for whatever illness must've struck me down.

I opened the door but felt out of breath with the effort of crossing the room. I had to get my breath back before I could call out.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps.

“Y/N?” Sam called, sounding worried. “We're coming.”

How did he know I needed him?

He rounded the corner a few seconds later, Madison hot on his heels.

“I think I'm sick,” I wheezed out.

“Omega, you're in heat,” he said gently. “I smelt it as soon as you opened the door.”

“But this feels- I've never felt like I was dying before!” I started to fall as I used up all my energy complaining. Sam quickly caught me and carried me back to Dean's bed. Now that he said it, I could feel slick gathering between my legs, but given how much sweat I was covered in, I hadn't really noticed before.

His phone started ringing. It said 'Claire Novak’ on the caller ID.

He answered and put it on speaker, “Hey Claire.”

“Sam! Dean just went into a rut and he is fucking mental! What the hell do I do?!”

I thanked my lucky stars that my body had settled on Dean, that our cycles had aligned. But now I just had to get to him, to be claimed. I shivered. What if my heat finished before I got to him?

“First, tell him Y/N is in heat,” Sam said to Claire. “It will reassure him some.”

“Sam says Y/N is in heat,” she said slightly muffled, like she'd turned the phone away. “He's growling, hang on.”

There were some strange noises and then Dean’s voice, much lower than normal, “Omega?”

“I'm here Alpha,” I managed.

“You... ok?” he sounded like speaking was hard for him.

“Yeah, I'll be ok.” I didn't want to tell him how unwell I felt.

Sam gave me a knowing look and said, “Alpha, can you put Claire back on? I'm going to work with her to get you two together.” Dean growled slightly throughout, but the sounds of the phone passing happened again.

“Sam?” Claire asked. “He didn't say anything, he just gave me the phone back.”

“Ok,” Sam continued, “The next thing you do is that you submit to him. If you start challenging him when he is in an unfilled rut, away from the Omega he is yet to claim, he is going to go feral. I recommend calling him 'Alpha’ and barring your neck if he gets antsy.”

“Great,” she deadpanned. The teenage sass was practically dripping.

“And then you get him back here, as fast as you can.”

“What about the case?” she asked petulantly.

“Claire, I promise, we will help you on this case. But this is literally the second time he has gone into a rut after finding his mate, their mating has already been threatened by factors outside their control. They cannot miss this opportunity. Plus I’ve got an Omega here who’s about to go through the worst heat of her life, she needs him.”

I gulped at Sam’s words.

“Ok, I get it. Sorry. I’ll get him back.”

“Thanks Claire.”

“Bye.”

Sam hung up and turned to me. “It's gonna be a while before they can get here, so we need to get you comfortable.”

“What- what if he doesn’t?”

“That's not going to happen. You've only just gone into heat, and even your normal heat probably lasts longer than one day?” I nodded. “This one is likely to be longer, and worse. Dean got to Claire in about half a day. There is plenty of time, Omega.”

I sniffled and he stroked my hair gently.

“How about we get you some painkillers and a cool bath or shower to try and drop this fever a bit, and then Madi can stay with you. I don't think you're going to want to be around another Alpha too much, but I'll help with the cooling down because I don't think you can hold yourself up right now. Does that sound ok?”

I nodded, too tired and achey to reply.

“I'm going to take off some of your clothes, ok?” I half-heartedly nodded. “Omega, I need your words. I'm not going to do anything you don't consent to.”

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Ok, thank you.” He started to pull Dean's flannel off me and I whined. “I know, I know, we’ll get back to Dean’s scent as soon as we can. Now, bath or shower?”

I shrugged. He kept gently removing my clothes until I was in just my underwear. I wished he was Dean. Partway through Madi had brought me painkillers and water, but I didn't feel any better yet. Everything ached and every so often I shivered, although Sam assured me I was actually hot.

“I'm going to carry you to the bathroom, ok?” I nodded and he lifted me up bridal style. I leant my head on his shoulder and, whilst he smelled reassuringly like Pack, I just wanted Dean. I started to cry.

“I know, I know,” he murmured reassuringly. “We’re gonna get Dean back as fast as we can, ok? And you're gonna feel a bit better soon. You're gonna be ok.”

He made it to the bathroom where Madi was standing next to the full bath. “Ready?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

He went to his knees and lowered me into the water. It felt strange at first and I clung to Sam's neck, but after a few moments it felt better and I let go of him.

“Now, ordinarily we'd leave you alone, but I don't think you're well enough for that right now.”

I nodded. I felt too weak to do much more, which was probably Sam's point.

Madi wet a face washer and put it on my forehead. I lay back and closed my eyes. I was starting to feel a little bit better. My joints weren't aching quite as much.

I relaxed.

“Hey, hey,” Sam said, tapping my face. I didn't know how much time had passed. “No falling asleep in the bath.” I blearily opened my eyes and tried to glare at him. He chuckled, “I'm not about to let you drown in our own house.”

I started to get uncomfortable, trying to find a way to position myself. And the water was starting to feel cold. Sam must've noticed my fidgeting as he said, “How about we get you out?” I nodded. “You wanna try standing up?” I nodded again and he reached in, lifting me out and gently placing me on my feet on the mat. Madi wrapped me in a towel.

I was still too sore to do much other than whimper as Madi dried me off. It was like having the worst case of flu ever.

Slick flooded out of me into my wet undies and down my legs. I saw Sam's nostrils flare as he smelled it, and he swallowed thickly.

“Are- are you ok?” I asked him, suddenly worried that he might be unable to control his reactions.

“Yes, sorry I scared you. I'm not going to hurt you. The scent of Omega in heat is just a bit, uh, overwhelming to Alpha senses. But it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile.

I felt like I knew what he meant. His Alpha smell was starting to get overpowering. I scrunched my nose up a little as I smelled him and he chuckled.

“I think you're entering the horny phase of heat,” Madi observed wryly. “Let's get you back to your room and we can kick Sam out before you start scratching him for getting too close to you.” Sam laughed.

“Huh?”

“I might have clawed Dean when he came into the kitchen and surprised me when I was in heat one time,” she said with a smirk. “He was literally just walking past but I, uh, reacted with claws before my brain engaged. Anyway, enough about me, I think you're dry enough.”

“Are you ok if I pick you up again?” Sam asked me.

I was still feeling weak and shaky, so I nodded. He lifted me into his arms and my skin started to crawl. I didn't like Sam touching me, he was wrong, wrong!

“It's ok, I'm going to put you down and leave in just a sec,” he murmured. I was holding myself tense, probably having my facial expressions tell the story of my discomfort.

I suddenly realised I was starting to growl.

I couldn't stop.

He placed me on Dean's bed and hastily backed away. I grabbed Dean's flannel and rubbed it over my face, utterly enthralled with its scent.

“Message me if you need anything,” he said to Madi. “I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything from Claire or Dean.”

He left. I stopped growling.

“Alright, let's get you out of those wet things,” Madi said.

I tried to reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but my arms were too weak to undo it. I started to cry, scared and annoyed about what was happening to me.

Madi sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my back. “I promise, it'll get better. I think you're feeling rubbish right now partly because of your massive fever, and partly because you're away from your mate. When Dean gets here, I promise it will get better.”

“Omega biology sucks.”

“Oh, so much! Ruts look way easier to get through than the shit we have to put up with.”

“Was it like this for you? I didn't expect to feel this much like I’d been hit by a truck.”

“No, I had Sam with me. So whilst I felt bad when it started, we pretty quickly got to dealing with it. And it sucks you don't have Dean, but he is on his way. You just gotta hang in there for a bit longer.”

I sniffled. More slick flooded out of me, for no apparent reason, and I felt weirdly like my skin was missing something. I started to fidget, trying to work out what I was feeling.

“Ok, ok, before you get all antsy, let's get you in fresh clothes.” I’d almost forgotten my bra and undies were wet from the bath, so distracted by the various painful and strange sensations from my body. I let Madi help me out of them and into a pair of summer pyjamas.

I grabbed Dean's flannel again, rubbing it over me. Then I smelled his pillow, bringing that to me too. I tried to wrap them around me, whining when it wouldn't work.

“You ever built a nest before, Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I think you’re trying to nest. Hang on,” she pulled out her phone and tapped away at it.

I couldn't focus on what she was doing, I was too busy trying to work out what to do with Dean's things. I'd positioned myself over his side of the bed, throwing back the covers so I could smell it better. I kept moving his pillow and his flannel around, but it just wouldn't do what I wanted. I was starting to shiver again, and Madison held her hand to my forehead.

“Fuck,” she muttered, “you're burning up again.”

A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Sam pushed a laundry basket of clothes in. I growled at him. I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it. He quickly shut the door.

I finally smelt the clothes, now that Sam's wrongness had gone. Dean!! I reached out weakly to the basket and Madi picked it up and brought it to me.

“I asked Sam to get all of the clothes out of the hamper that were yours or Dean's and smelled like Dean. I thought you might like to use them in your nest.”

I purred at her and set about arranging the clothes. I don't think I've ever purred in my life.

I had to admit, now that I was putting things where they felt most right, I was clearly making a nest on the bed. I was surrounding myself in Dean's scent, picking up each item and carefully deciding where exactly to put it.

Once it was done, I tried to position myself in it. It wasn't big enough. It wasn't quite right. I wanted Dean!! I whined.

My skin was feeling strange again. I tried to scratch it to make myself feel better. But it wasn't quite itchy? It was something else. I rubbed it. Yes, that was better. But it still wasn't right.

I moved my hands around on my body. It felt a bit better. But not enough. Now I was getting frustrated that it wasn't feeling better enough.

I whined again.

“Where are your toys?” Madi asked me.

“What toys?”

“Sex toys. Can't you tell you’re getting super horny?”

Oh. Maybe that's why my skin felt weird. And why it didn't feel like the right touching. It didn't feel like normal arousal, and I’d been so distracted by everything else, I hadn't even recognised it.

I moved my hands lower. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and approached my clit. Fuck it was sensitive right now!

I tried to get Dean's scent. I tried to find the best way to be in my nest. I tried to rub myself, but it felt like trying to tickle yourself. I wasn’t getting anywhere. My skin was crawling again and my joints were aching. I was so annoyed!

Madi appeared in front of me. I had forgotten all about her. She held out her hand.

“Try this,” she said as she handed me a vibrator. “Trust me.”

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WE NEVER EXISTED

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"Here's that coffee of yours, Kyle." You set the coffee down besides Kyle as he sits on the stage, checking off completed tasks from his clipboard.

"Thanks, hey I had the guys set all your equipment on left side for tonight, I know you normally play right but Nichole has some preference with how the stage is.. and... whatever, you're playing left." Kyle says, shaking his head before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Sounds good to me, you uh, haven't heard from Ken have you? Normally he calls or texts me but I haven't received anything, I was just wondering if you had?" You questioned. Kyle hums before looking up at you, "I honestly hadn't gotten around to checking my phone since earlier, I doubt it though. Why don't you just call him? Or check twitter, he's always on that stupid app anyways."

"Okay, first that was uncalled for, twitter isn't stupid." Kyle snorts at that, "and second..yeah I should call him and see how he's doing."

Kyle waves you off to continue working out everything for tonight and soundcheck isn't until another half hour, so you turn on your phone to check for any recent messages or missed calls.

You chuckle at Clyde's texts before turning your phone off, however just as you do your phone starts ringing.

Talk about perfect timing, sighing you answer the call, "Hey baby."

"Y/n, sweetheart I'm sorry for not calling you earlier, I know I said I'd call you in the morning after you got settled in but I got real busy here." Kenny frantically tells you, "and I lost track of time and then Butters came home early and the house was a MESS and he made me clean it all up and I jus-"

You cut him off, "Hey, it's fine, if anything I just got worried about you, who knows what you could've done to hurt yourself while I'm away. Not to mention you've already burnt pasta."

"That...was not my fault, in my defense here, Tolkien said that pasta is super easy to cook."

"Yeah, when you add water!"

"Tomato tomato," Kenny sighs, "I miss you, when are you coming back?"

"Well we've completed the other two concerts in Pennsylvania and Illinois, so New York is just the last stop. It was just a mini tour, you knew that. So after this, I'd say maybe four? more days? Nichole wanted to stay in New York a bit longer than the rest. Gives time for Kyle to really check everything over too and make sure we don't forget anything this time."

"Ughhhhh, boooooo," Kenny groans, "that's four days too long, you should come home earlier."

"I could! I'm sure the band wouldn't mind if I left earlier."

"Oh.. but now I feel like a dick for taking away your fun time, no. I take back my previous statement. You should experience New York, for the both of us, I've never gone and this is your first time there too! Have fun baby! That's what you gotta do." Kenny chuckles into the phone.

"Are..are you sure? I mean..." You trail off, unsure. "Yes! I'm sure," Kenny clears his throat, "I mean it, seriously babe, you've got a serious thing going on here and I want you to have as much fun experiencing new states and cities and what ever all else as you can. Okay?"

"Okay, I will."

"Good, hey I've gotta go now though, I'll see you when you get back yeah? In four days?

"Four days, Ken."

"Perfect, and I'll facetime you later tonight after your concert to ask how it went. I love youuuuu so much."

"I love you too" You giggle as Kenny makes kissing noises into the phone before hanging up.

As you end your call with Kenny and head off to go start your soundcheck, Kyle looks on at you from the center of the stage with a small frown on his face, deep in thought. He looks back down at his clipboard and sighs as he starts marking off the things he still needs to get done compared to what's already been done. He pauses to run a hand along his face, sighing once more. Tonight will be just another night of watching solely from the sidelines, just as he's always done, just as he always will.

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 2 years ago

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A/N Sorry for the late chapter update with my birthday and fathers Day I was a bit busy. Also, I'm pregnant I have 9 more weeks until my little one is here so I was also busy with the nursery. Hopefully, now that I'm not as busy I'll continue pushing out chapters. Enjoy 💜

Chapter 5

Victory

Y/N POV

The bright and early sunrise starts to seep through the blinds of my room. Groaning, I try to seek shelter under my blankets, but not even they could shield me from the powerful sunbeams. I looked at my phone to check the time, and it was 7 a.m., rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and thanking the gods that it was the weekend. I have a couple of hours before the "tryouts" for the swim team, deciding to get out of bed and take a quick shower to freshen up. Once I'm finished I put on my bra and panties, with black shorts and a purple tank top. Opening up my blinds I look outside, noticing the busy street full of taxis, buses, and rows of cars, placing my hand under my chin and resting it on the windowsill. My phone rings, I jump and scramble to grab it, seeing it's a text from Donnie, several texts from Cass and my dads asking where I was. Quickly shooting Cass and my dads a text letting them know I'm at the safe house and that I'll be trying out for the swim team. Cass messages me back telling me I'll def get in and that she'll be busy with training most of the day and won't be able to message me til later tonight. Papa Brutus messages back saying he's glad that I'm ok and wishes me good luck. I then go to Donnie's message while smiling brightly and text him back.

Donnie: Good morrow Y/N I hope you had a restful night's sleep.

Me: Indeed I did, what are you doing up this early?

Donnie: I can ask you the same thing

Me: Well I asked first, so answer the question

Donnie: Fine, Alas with me working in my lab I'm known for staying up late and only going to sleep if it's necessary. But a good cup of black coffee helps me stay awake.

Me: Ah I see. Your coffee order is easy to remember. Now I think sleep is very important gotta keep the mind fresh.

Donnie: Yea, you sound like my brothers always telling me to take a break, but with a mind like mine it never sleeps.

Me: Well maybe I can change that

Donnie:...

Me: What I mean is show you the perks of sleeping...maybe make it an experiment of sorts.

Donnie: You had me at an experiment

Me: Now as to why I'm awake Well the sun is my worst nemesis and I have a Swim tryout today.

Donnie: Well once you're done maybe you can come over

Before I can text back I get another couple of texts from him in quick secession.

Donnie: April will be there.....

Donnie: You don't have to come

Donnie: But everyone has been asking about you, especially Leon

3rd Person POV

Donnie cringes when he types his twin's name, it would seem Leon has a special interest in Y/N and Donnie has no idea how to feel about it. He's been asking questions nonstop about Y/N, so he's been holed up in his lab avoiding him, trying to work on something anything to shove down these feelings/emotions. Researching was no help at all. He pulls himself from the depths of his overthinking brain and sees that Y/N has messaged back.

Y/N: Sure, once I'm done with tryouts I'll pop over.

Y/N POV

After I send the text I grab my black gym bag that's covered in stickers and iron on logos. Stuffing a bathing suit in, with water shoes, a wallet, a book I've been trying to finish, a Swim cap, goggles, and shoving my phone in my surprisingly deep butt pocket in my shorts. (LOL shorts pockets are never deep enough for a phone) Putting the strap over my shoulder and slipping into my rollerblade sneakers. I give Cass a quick call letting her know what I'm up to I walk out the front door lock it, and clinking my heels together I rollerskate to the school, letting the security guard know I'm here for the tryouts he lets me through and gives me directions to the pool. I make my way to the pool, it seems to be a good turnout of students some I've seen in passing in the hallway and some I haven't seen at all. I write my name on the rooster book, and a male and female coach gets our attention letting us know that we should change into our suits and that the boys will be on one side of the pool while the girls will occupy the other. Quickly changing into my f/c one-piece suit and putting on my goggles, I expertly stuff all my hair into my XL swim cap, jumping into the pool I swim over to the girls and await instructions. Each girl takes turns swimming 2 laps of each stroke style; backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and freestyle. When it's my turn I easily complete each stroke with precision and grace, without the use of my elemental powers. Being in the water is so relaxing and calming for me and swimming is just a plus, if I could live in the water I would.

After everyone is finished with the "warm up" as the coach called it we were given a partner to swim against. I was partnered with a shorter sweet looking girl who shyly waved at me and I returned the wave. Quickly introduced ourselves and jumped into the pool to do a quick freestyle 50-meter swim. (50 meters is going from one end of the pool, touching it, and swimming back to the end you started at). We step onto the small diving boards and the coach yells out

"Get into position!"

"Take your mark" We pull our bodies forward but not far enough to fall off the diving board while using our strongest foot to ground us. The horn is blown and we push ourselves straight into the water. I hear the splash I make and the gurgling of the water as it envelopes me in its cool embrace. With my arms out in front of me and moving my feet and legs in a mermaid-like fashion under the water, holding my breath until I have to come up for air, I start to do the freestyle stroke. Turning my head to the side to breathe I can see the girl is far behind me, but I continue to swim, once I get to the end of the pool I flip over under the water, facing the way I came, pushing off the wall of the pool with my feet and blowing air bubbles out from my nose so they wouldn't fill with water I continue my swim until I make it back to where I started. I take off my goggles and stay in the pool to catch my breath, waiting for my swim partner to finish and to catch my breath. When she reaches the side I'm on we high-five each other and climb out. Grabbing my towel I dry myself off and soon everyone is finished, the coaches congratulate us on being on the team and how excited they are to see how much we will improve as the season goes on. Even though the tryouts were just to see everyone's swimming skills and potential everyone made the team.

Changing back into my street clothes, I text Cass, Donnie, and my papas that I'm on the team. I get congratulations from each of them except Cass but I know she'd flip if she was able to read it. Donnie messages me that he will meet me at the school with April and walk me to his family's place. As soon as I exit the school grounds I see a familiar purple hoodied figure and a green letterman jacket wearer right next to him. I quickly make my way over and shout out to them.

"Hey, guys!" I say cheerfully

"What up gurl! Heard you made the team!" April said

"Yea it was no biggie" I reply as we start making our way down the street. When we are out of earshot of anyone Donnie pipes up and says.

"I guess we will have to see who is the better swimmer, seeing as I'm a turtle and all," he said smugly

"Is everything a competition with you Donnie?" April retorts

Donnie just shrugs and puts his arms behind his head as he continues to walk. I roll my eyes and follow the duo to a pizza shop. April and Donnie grab the huge stack of pizza boxes and we make our way down an alley. I'm not as concerned as I should be given I'm going down an alley that's filled with dumpsters and trash. Definitely something out of a horror film, we stop by a manhole that is easily lifted by Donnie with one hand while balancing the pizza boxes. April climbs down the ladder without hesitation and I peek down at her while she waves up at me.

"After you M'lady" Donnie says while smirking at me

I jump down, but slip on some sludge landing on my butt with an "oomph". Donnie tries his best to hold back his laughter but a chuckle slips through his snout as he jumps down to join us. When I stand up and dust myself off I give him a playful nudge that was hard enough to make him stumble a bit and for a split second lose his balance on holding the boxes. Leaving him behind I follow April til we get to a steel door which is opened by her with quick taps on the keypad. We walk in and I couldn't help but be in complete shock as to what I see a whole underground garage where a turtle shell-shaped tank was located, I continue to follow April we reach another steel door and April types another code in and slowly creaks open. I'm welcomed by two brothers Mikey and Leo skateboarding on their half pipe, walking over I lean over a railing and watch them. Leo is the first one to see me and he expertly jumps off his skateboard and his board lands in his hand while looking at me smugly.

"Well, looks who's finally decided to show up!" Leo says

*Gasp* "Oh Me Gosh Y/N and April are here," Mikey says excitedly

Donnie clears his throat from behind the pizza boxes.

"Oh and Donnie is back," Leo says sarcastically.

Donnie scoffs and makes his way through another set of tunnels, we follow and enter a living room filled with bean bags and a couch. Their Dad Splinter has parked his butt right in front of the projector screen, he looked quite comfy in his lazy boy recliner and is watching an interesting-looking show while laughing loudly. Donnie goes to the kitchen to put the pizzas down on the counter. Mikey comes up to me and smiles happily. The turtles congratulate me on making the swim team and give high 3's.

"While dad watches his show care to play a game of Mario Cart"? He asked

"I've never played before...." I say shyly

"WHAT," All turtles and April said in unison

I turn to see the huge turtle standing in the entranceway to the TV room looking shocked at my statement.

"Well, we better change that," April said while grabbing my hand and pulling me towards their arcade room where several gaming consoles are hooked up. April grabs the controllers for the Nintendo Switch but one was grabbed from her hand by the blue turtle.

"Me thinks we should rock, paper, scissors and see who gets to beat the new girl first" Leo stated while bouncing it lightly in his hand.

Donnie returned from putting the pizzas down but brought one box with him.

"Well how about a little wager to make this interesting, whoever wins gets the first and last slice of pizza," he says while twirling the pizza on one finger but almost drops it and instantly catches it

"Sounds fair, I'm game," I say

Mikey and Leo play rock, paper scissors, and Leo wins, Mikey pouts a little. Then Leo and Raph play and Leo wins that round, April, and Leo have a go but it's a tie, then Leo wins best out of three. Lastly is Leo and Donnie, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the room rise. Both brothers glare at each other and I could swear I heard some cowboy showdown music....which April was playing from her phone. I couldn't help but laugh. It was an intense battle each time it was a tie and soon we didn't see an end to this, so I interjected saying.

"Since you guys want to get your butts beat so bad. I'll just play against the two of you"

That seemed to calm down the tension and I sit on a bean bag in front of the TV with a controller, Leo cuts Donnie off and gets the second controller, smugly looks at Donnie, and starts the game. Donnie rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his plastron. Mikey sits next to me with his legs crossed and gives me pointers and somehow I win. I flail my arms about in glee, giggling happily and accidentally letting out a snort. I blush profusely and everyone around me laughs as well, except Donnie who slightly blushes from hearing my cute little snort but hides his blush by covering his face with his palm. After he recovered Donnie takes Leo's place in the beanbag, and he changes his face to his emotionally unavailable bad boy image face (iykyk 🤪).

"You ready to lose?" He said confidently

I look over at him with a quirked eyebrow and it seemed like my purple eyes glowed with a mischievous gleam.

"Oh I think you'll be the one losing" I counter

"Scoff, the probability of that happening is like 1%," he said while rolling his eyes

"Well that means I still have a chance"

We start the game and it's an intense round we are neck and neck but I luckily pick up a blue spiny shell and toss it towards Donnie's character which knocks him back, crossing the finish line in victory.

I look over at the stunned purple turtle and smile.

"You were saying?"

Unable to utter a single word, Leo in his stead hands me the pizza box while chuckling at his brothers reaction and I take the first slice of pizza, the cheese pull was a sight to behold. April takes a quick pic of this moment and laughs at Donnie's face. Donnie snaps out of his shock and a small smile appears on his face. The rest of the day goes off without a hitch at least until I let slip that I never saw a Jupiter Jim or a Lou Jitsu movie which started a whole Splinter pulling out all the Lou Jitsu movies, Raph grabbing the Jupiter Jim movies and a lecture with Donnie using the projector to get his point across as to how these movies are some sort of right of passage. We start watching the Jupiter Jim movies which I'll admit were pretty alright, I watch intently while snacking on popcorn and pizza. Soon April is asleep snuggled up next to me on the bean bag, Leo and Mikey are snoring on the couch, Raph is sleeping soundly on the floor and Donnie is typing away on his tech gauntlet, in a bean bag next to me, the blue hue from the screen illuminating his face. I blush slightly at how handsome the lightning makes his features look. I grab the last slice of pizza and as I'm taking a bite, Donnie says quietly

"Don't get used to it, my calculations next time will be correct."

"I look forward to it" finishing the slice and slowly start dozing off. My head gently lands on Donnie's shoulder, he jumps from the sudden contact, looking up from vis gauntlet he sees my peaceful sleeping face. Grumbling quietly to himself he tries his best not to move and graciously allows my head to rest there. Later on when everyone wakes up they see our sleeping figures, with my head still on his shoulder and his head on mine, April takes a pic while quietly laughing and Leo asks her to send it to him. He will definitely use this as blackmail later. (Donnie voice "Evil Laugh!!")

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #donnie x reader #donatello x reader

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someone-called-efg · 9 months ago

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everything i know so far regarding religion and my experiences (big post with a lot of words and some pictures too. i tried doing the image id thing so hopefully i explained it all alright) skip at your own discretion

so, for everything ive made either a comic or drawing, then i'll explain what happened a little more underneath.

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first and foremost before i start, so were on the same page, visits to heaven can occur during the time someone is asleep. this could even happen to you if you see in your dream a recently passed relative (or any passed away relative in general but for the most part it happens when the passing is recent and goodbyes didnt happen for one reason or another) and if it hasnt happened to you personally yet, you probably know someone who's experienced a visit.

with that out of the way, lets get started

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{ image id: an 8 panel comic. 1st panel shows myself with two others sat around a table, as i joke "God, if this is a sin, strike me down". 2nd panel simply says * later that night * . 3rd panel is in 1st person perspective of me in my dream, opening a door. 4th panel shows that behind the door from panel 3 that God is there floating, his hair/beard flowing into the cloud his head is casually floating on in the middle of the room. 5th panel simply shows a lighting bolt. 6th panel shows me falling through the floor. 7th panel shows me waking up in a state of panic. 8th panel simply says: TLDR: If you call upon him, he'll answer. end id }

this is a comic regarding my first visit. at the time irl i was considering becoming an atheist, so this put a solid halt in that. the reason both people with my in the 1st panel dont really have any defining features is because i was at a psych ward at the time for wanting to unalive, and they make you sign nda's there soo, thats the best i got. in the dream/visit itself i was at home, opening the door from the living room to the porch. and God wasnt just there waiting, they kinda came through the ceiling without breaking it. dont ask me how cuz even i dont know.

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{ image id: another 8 panel comic so here goes more typing yippee! 1st panel shows God from the side, simply saying "So". 2nd comic shows God turning forward, asking "Are you alright?", as though finishing what they were saying in the 1st panel. 3rd panel shows God an i sat on a couch, and while God looks normal sized, i look tiny by comparison, showing basically the setting. 4th panel is a zoom in on me as i rub the back of my neck, saying "i mean ...". 5th panel simply tldr's what happens as i * proceeds to vent ... a lot * . 6th panel shows God saying nothing, but, they * listens to every word * . 7th panel shows me, clearly upset from venting so much, but also now parched, as i tell God "I'm sorry, I've been talking so much, my throat got dry. Do you have anything I could drink?". 8th panel shows God from the side, for the first time smiling as they say "Of course" and a fridge magically appears at opposite from where i am in comparison to them. end id }

so, not even i really knew what all happened until years lated when i asked God if that visit was a therapy session because all i remembered upon waking up after is the last two panels and afterwards, when my mom and step dad came and told me that the year for earth was 2077 and that the north pole was a desert, then we went and had a mini feast with relatives (and maybe ancestors? idk, there was a fair lot of people and i didnt recognize a lot of them so maybe?) , then i woke up. and if youre going to ask why gods eyes arent visible in this comic when they were visible in that last one, at the time of drawing this comic in particular i didnt feel deserving of him looking at me and smiling, cuz lets face it, were all a bunch of sinners here all trying to do good at least. but at the time if i remember right i had a caffeine addiction to the point i needed 8 coffee/monster energy to get me through the day (4 in the morning + 4 in the afternoon), i since went cold turkey against both.

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{image id : a 4 panel comic because i finally learned my lesson so i dont have to type as much pog! 1st pannel shows myself and my brother (ftm) stood in Gods temple, and i casually ask "Hey, so, can I reincarnate?". 2nd panel shows god towering over both of us easily, their response is a smile with a "Yeah, sure" as they hold something glowing in their hand that i look into. 3rd panel is glitchy, as it shows a child 1st person perspective, the child is looking down, admittedly a bit overwhelmed while saying "mom, i memember my last life". 4th panel is glitchy as well, this time showing the vague image of a woman reaching out her hand presumably to the child, asking "what do you remember?". end id }

so, for a bit of context, the dream/visit didnt start out like that. it actually started at my great aunts house (who at the time was still alive but died very soon after) it wasnt her house when she was alive, but rather, her house in heaven. my godmother was also there, and i was helping her to remember how to fly because she had forgotten the lesson. so, in total there were 4 people there (my great aunt, my godmother, my brother, and myself) and mid way through me teaching how to fly, another of my brothers teleported into the room and just casually took a seat. after the lesson we went outside and walked around my great aunts heaven house, and when we walked a little ways away there was some kinda conflict, and i simply prayed and the conflict was over within under 10 secs. then as the group of my relatives and i went walking back to my great aunts house, i mentioned to my brother my thoughts of asking to reincarnate soon, and he says to me "why not go right now" and i agree, so we teleported to Gods temple and thats where the comic picks up at. what this told me is that being lgbtqia+ isnt a deadly sin, so any member of the rainbow community isnt going to hell for simply being lgbtqia+, which i see as an absolute win.

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thats the most i got for when it comes to visits, which occur when someone's asleep. but, now, its time to go over a couple visions ive had (and no im not gonna talk about when i died cuz that would be 3 posts in a row, so if you wanna see any of that just check it in your own time) because its just visions, i didnt make comics, but just drawings, which, comics are drawings sure, but not all drawings are comics. and, so i stop rambling, lets get started.

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{ image id : the great flood. as a man drowns under the fermanent from the quickly rising water level, his soul is outside the fermanent, walking up alongside his dying body, unable to help and can only comfort his souless body by watching it slowly unalive. end id }

when i saw this, i honestly saw at least a dozen others doing this too, i also watched who i could only assume was some past incarnation of myself succumb to the same fate. and for those wondering how a soul can be out when the body is clearly still alive, well, 24 hours before someone dies, their soul's already passed on to the afterlife. where the saying 'dead man walking' comes from, because for those 24 hours, the person's already dead, the rest of the world just doesn't know yet.

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{ image id : the battle at the end of the world. vegetation is barren from the hills as a giant serpent with black scales and glowing yellow eyes makes its way through the landscape. two angels stand in the foreground, aiming their swords to the heavens, causing a pillar of light thats base covers the two. in the distance, the sky is crimson and the clouds are dark grey almost black. end id }

so. also worth mentioning that when i looked to either side of me, there were armies of God all ready for the greatest battle and ready to take part. needless to say it was overwhelming for a lot of reasons.

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so, thats all really. i could get into the couple times i saw the son of God in visits, but the first time was me in a back room with boxes and he was running by and seemed to be busy and i didnt wanna bother him because of that so i didnt say anything, and the second time we were at this park near my childhood home and i asked him if him and adam are technically in a way brothers and we both ended up laughing causing me to wake up.

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from all this i understand that theres stuff im not allowed to know of my visits for one reason or another, and i kinda figure its so i dont cheat at life. because if i had all the answers, than how else is life supposed to test me.

earth is a school after all, and i at least want my place earned on Gods fridge with a magnet hopefully 🤞

#my art #religion #probably controversial #but its just what ive gone through and what i know

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 10 months ago

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Wreckless - Sweet Suite

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

A suite... sure... try the fanciest suite in town.

"Are you kidding me?" I ask as we go in.

There's a kitchen, and entire living room with huge double doors looking over the water, a balcony, and of course an amazing bedroom and bathroom.

"There wasn't much available, Emmett."

I'm not sure whether he means he wanted a nicer place or one a little bit more normal and I'm afraid to ask.

Instead I go out onto the balcony and that's when I lose my damn mind.

'Seriously? How? Huh?'

Is that a jacuzzi?

I walk out onto the deck because it's too damn big to be a balcony even if we are on the top floor and look at the view.

Only random vowels come out of my mouth so I give up and plop onto the lounge chair.

"I'll sleep out here, you can have the rest of the room."

I tell Finnegan when he sits in the chair next to me.

"Nope, not happening but we can lay out here all afternoon if you really want to."

"I want. Very much."

A nap is calling my name but I'm also starving.

"Need some food first."

"I'll get the menu."

Hot damn, we don't even have to leave this room.

Honestly, I don't feel the need to but I will take Finnegan to the beach if he wants to go.

Maybe we'll go out for dinner afterwards.

Whatever he wants, I'm really here for the ride.

This is what he wanted and needs and I'm gonna let him lead.

"I want a cheese plate and their house salad, please."

He holds the menu out to me and I take it but I only understand about three quarters of the words.

'What's an aoili? A tapenade?'

Well, it's hard to ruin crab cakes so I'm gonna order them anyway.

He's inside unpacking when I finish the call.

"Twenty minutes, darling."

"Great, thank you."

He looks a little bit lost or overwhelmed and I am too but I'm sure it's for different reasons.

He decides to try out the bed and lies down.

"Oh nice, this will do."

"Want a nap? You can get one after you eat and then we can do whatever you want."

"That sounds really good but I think I'll make some coffee instead. I don't want to sleep the weekend away."

Coffee it is.

There's a fancy Keurig type machine here so two cups of coffee is easy.

I pour mine over ice and sip it until lunch arrives.

Apparently those fancy things are a sauce and some sort of spread.

I'm not sure which is which but they're both delicious on my crab cakes.

Finnegan has been quiet but I'm not pushing the conversation because he may just need time to decompress.

I really don't know what's best at this point.

"I know you want to chill on the deck but can we go to the beach later? At least for a walk?"

"Of course darling, we can go now. We can swim, build a castle, whatever."

"But the deck?"

"It'll be here when we get back."

Might be a good way to spend an hour or two after dinner.

"Thanks Emmett. I appreciate you coming with me, especially last minute. Work is just... Well I don't want to think about it until Monday. I feel like everything is going wrong since we left here two weeks ago and maybe part of me thinks it'll be better now that we're back."

I've felt that way too but he had a much harder time with the burglary than I did and I don't want to imagine what's going on at work.

I tell myself that it can't be too bad or he wouldn't be able get away.

I have no doubt he's busy but nothing is on fire and that's probably as good as it'll get for a while longer.

"I'm going to change."

That's when I realize that I didn't answer him.

"Finnegan? Sorry, I was in dream land. Things back in Baltimore will get better but I understand what you mean, this is a safe space for you and heck, for me too a little bit and I'm glad we're back."

I give him a minute but I need to change too and it's nothing I haven't seen before.

He's standing in front of the dresser holding his rainbow trunks in one hand and his sharks in the other.

I hate that I feel so awkward.

Am I allowed to say anything?

To help him decide?

He tosses the sharks down, then picks them back up again.

"I'm being ridiculous. This is not an important decision."

He puts them both on top of the dresser, spins them around and mixes them up and then picks one.

Ah, his eyes are closed.

He's so funny.

"Rainbow it is."

"Never a bad choice in Rehoboth."

We have matching red trunks that we bought last time and I put mine on.

They're a bit shorter than I would usually choose but Finnegan had been fairly insistent.

"Damn, those are nice on you, Emmett."

"Thanks. I'm glad you approve. We need to get you some sunscreen. I brought the sand toys, should we bring them?"

"You did?"

"Of course. Is that a 'yes'?"

Finally, a smile.

A quick nod and then he's off, dashing into the living room.

It's taking him longer than I expected but I'm pretty sure that 'Little Finn's going to make an appearance.

Maybe we can have a lesson tonight, it's been awhile.

Damn, that sounds really good.

Really really good.

I think I need to be in 'Dom-mode' as much as he needs to be 'Little Finn'.

God I'm turned on, maybe he'll be willing to get off before we head out.

I want to tell him to come suck my cock but we're not there right now.

I also don't want to ask because treating him like Finnegan is gonna hold him back.

I take a deep breath and blow it slowly out of my mouth.

Watching him prance around in just shorts all afternoon is going to kill me... Kill.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah darling?"

"You okay?"

Him noticing sort of jolts me out of my head and I walk over and grab my backpack.

"Of course. You ready?"

"Yeah."

He takes my hand as soon as we're in the hallway and I give his a squeeze.

"We have to buy some sunscreen first and then we'll hit the beach, okay?"

"I know, stupid sun. Can we hurry?"

"It won't take long, I'm sure the hotel gift shop has some."

As fancy as this place is, we could probably request someone spritz us.

"Okay."

It's going to be okay.

This is just what we needed.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4

Later that night Richy and Astrid met up for their first date, Richy bought the tickets and popcorn with 2 drinks. They went to take their seats as the film was about to start. They both had an amazing time watching the film after it had finished. Richy took Astrid for a walk around the small town of duskwood.

Astrid: thank you for a magical night

Richy: I'm happy you say that, I've had an amazing time

Astrid: it's nice to see duskwood at night when I'm not at work

Richy: we should do this again sometime if you want to

Astrid: I'd love to Richy

As they stood outside Astrid's apartment Richy cupped Astrid's face and kissed her softly on the lips. Astrid couldn't help but smile. She could taste the sweet popcorn on his lips. She leaned in and lightly kissed him on the lips.

Richy: goodnight Astrid

Astrid: goodnight Richy

Richy made his way back to his car and drove back to his apartment.

MC: Do you think we can find out who this creep really is?

Jake: I will make it my mission to find out who he is, we have a lot of leads to go on

MC: I will be by your side helping you

MC kissed Jake on the cheek as she snuggled into him on the sofa, Cleo was staying with MC a little bit longer as she still didn't feel safe going back home. There was a knock at the door MC got up and went to answer the door. When she opened it there was no one there, just a heart shaped box, a balloon and a teddy bear. MC picked them up and brought them inside, putting them down on the coffee table.

Jake: What's all this?

MC: it's more stuff for Cleo from the stalker

Cleo: What's inside the box?

MC: I'm not sure let's take a look

Cleo pulled the lid off the box and inside was a picture frame resting on a bed of petals. Inside the frame was a picture of Cleo and the mystery man whose face had a black square over it and a question mark.

Cleo: this is getting sick now

Jake: there's a note pinned to the bears paw

Jake pulled the note off and opened it up

To my darling Cleo,

I am missing you more everyday. I hope you have liked all the gifts I have sent. We are getting ready for our first meeting. I want you to know how much I love you. Xx A.B

Jake: This is another important clue he's bought the gifts from the same flower shop. First thing tomorrow I will go back and speak with the owner.

MC: Is the sketch artist any closer to knowing who he is?

Jake: We have had a few hits but one male stood out more than the others. Do you know anyone called Alan Bloomgate?

MC: wasn't he the police chief at one point?

Cleo: Yeah he was but he had to retire due to him getting shot in the leg

Jake: I need to do some more digging on him maybe I can find an address

The next day Jake and Astrid got to work on finding out where Alan lives; everything they tried just kept coming back with zero results. Astrid tried on more search and it came back with 1 address for Alan.

Astrid: Jake I think I've found something

Jake: that's interesting, we should go check it out

Astrid had found an address for Alan; they didn't know if it was current or not but it was worth checking out. The address led them to a run down house on the edge of the of the forest. They got out of the car and went to investigate further. The house was so run down it showed no signs of anyone living there.

Astrid: What do we do now?

Jake: We go back to the flower shop and ask the owner what time he normally comes in and see if we can follow him from there.

Astrid: won't he know he's being followed being an ex police officer

Jake: it's the risk we have to take

Astrid: what if me and Richy go in as a couple he doesn't know who I am

Jake: okay, but I want you wearing a hidden camera

Astrid: perfect I'll text Richy and ask him to meet me at the coffee shop later

Astrid: Hey, do you want to meet at the coffee shop later say around 2pm when it's quiet

Richy: Hi, yeah sure I'd love to see you then

The afternoon soon came around and Richy had arrived at the coffee shop, he went inside and sat down as the afternoon rush had just finished.

Cleo: Hey Richy, what can I get you?

Richy: cappuccino please and a slice of red velvet cake

Cleo: coming right up

Cleo went to get Richy's order while she was doing that Jake and Astrid came in. Astrid sat down at Richy's table while Jake went to see MC.

Jake: Hey beautiful

MC: Hey, it's nice to see you as always

Jake: can you come over to our table we might of found a lead

MC: sure I'll be over in a minute

Cleo and MC sat down at the table while Jake and Astrid explained what they had found out about the flower shop. They explained about the address they found and how run down the house was. They explained their plan Richy and Astrid would go into the flower show together. Astrid will have a hidden wire and camera so Jake can see and hear everything that goes on.

The next morning Astrid met up with Richy. She had her wire and hidden camera on. They went inside the flower shop and pretended to be looking for flowers for a wedding. They talked with the owner on the different options they had while they were looking through the wedding flower book when the door opened up. Inside stepped an older man with stubble and graying hair he walked towards the counter and ordered a dozen red roses.

He paid for the flowers with cash. He stood at the counter smelling the roses and smiling, he turned and looked at Astrid and Richy.

Alan: congratulations on your wedding

Astrid: Thank you, who's the lucky woman?

Alan: my soon to be wife her name is Cleo we have been together for a couple of months now

Richy: congratulations

Alan: thank you, I plan on popping the question today I know she will say yes it's all we have talked about

Astrid: I wish you all the luck hope you both have a happy future

Alan: I wish you both a happy future ton

Alan took his flowers and left the shop Jake had seen and heard every word that Alan had said.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #coffee shop #coffee shop romance #A.B #mystery man

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sleepymccoy · 2 months ago

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I am not autistic and definitely don't struggle with an implied question in a casual conversation, but I work with people living with dementia and they're struggling with it in a different way. I thought some of my examples might help anon grasp the concept, because it's often not intended as some big mean trap but is just a genuinely befuddling interaction for both people involved

Because my patients don't have the contextual awareness of who I am (cos of their memory loss and confusion) many of them will take a question fully at face value. It's meant that I have to be quite careful about my wording to make sure I'm asking questions they can actually understand and answer helpfully.

So, there's someone standing in the middle of the corridor. Someone else is trying to pass them, but they haven't noticed. The ideal outcome here is that the first person sits in a chair safely while the other passes by. With someone who isn't living with dementia I'd do something like nod my head to draw their attention behind them, trusting the assumption that they're polite enough to step aside once they realise they're in the way. Or if I don't know them so well maybe point out that they're in someone else's way. But that doesn't work with most of my patients. Even if they notice that there's someone in the corridor there's no guarantee that they're gonna step aside, so I have to advise them.

"you're in someone's way. If you step to the side they'll be able to pass you safely. Do you feel safe doing that?"

To me, a neurotypical, that would be a totally condescending way to address a stranger who is not in my care due to cognitive decline. But what I'm getting from this exchange is that me nodding my head behind you and saying "heads up bro" is equally unhelpful because it has some (oddly presumed malicious? I'm not sure why people in this post's replies think all casual conversation is nasty, but I haven't lived your lives) hidden meaning. The hidden meaning is, most of the time, you're an adult and I trust you to figure out what to do without my involvement after this

And then there's the matter of how much hidden meaning do you want to know in a casual question? My question "do you want tea or coffee?" Contains a lot of meaning. I also have juice, but it's 10am and we usually just do tea or coffee. Juice is a possible secret answer. So is water. Nothing, oddly, is actually not an option, because my real purpose is to hydrate you. If you're not thirsty we have a new problem. Beyond that, part of why I do the tea coffee round is a safety check. I can't put all that in a question. Firstly, it's confusing as fuck to have so much detail and patterns are how we talk casually, so it would be breaking pattern. "good to see you're safe, I had to check. I need you to drink something, I have tea, coffee, water, juice, milk, and sugar if you want to add it. I have to insist you pick one." It's a much more honest thing to say, but way less helpful imo. Instead we use the conversation tree to get to the final point, which may feel like a trick question was hidden inside, but really, why would I start assuming the conversation is gonna go bad? There is an option for a causal, low energy interaction where I provide a cup of tea. And for most people that is how the interaction goes. Sometimes not

"you want tea of coffee?" "No." "I've got juice or water, feel like that?" "No." "All good, I'll swing by with a water jug for you if you get thirsty later" "I don't want one." "Okay, see you at lunch" (note to self to serve extra soup and icecream as a replacement fluid).

It's also just a kinder and a less invasive and confusing way to address someone than a whole info dump up top. And it's exhausting for me to have to guess all the possible follow up questions and details someone might want and make sure to fill them in at the start rather than have a back and forth conversation where they can just ask the questions. And so can I, if you ask me an unexpected question I might need to understand why you're asking to be able to answer.

A lot of the time at work I answer questions by starting with something like "do you want to know my exercise habits or what I think is the best exercise to do?" Or "I have a political stance on this one, do you know the basics or should I describe the policy a bit first before I go full rant?" And that's perfectly polite!

To translate some of the original response (I hope this is helpful, sorry if it's not) the "what are you doing this weekend" meaning "can you work my shift" is polite. If someone at work turned to me and, no further intro, said, "can we swap Saturday and Wednesday shifts?" Then turned around and didn't talk to me again, that would feel shitty. I'd feel like Im not their friend and they're happy using me but don't give a shit about me and so why would I do them a favour next time? Being someone friend requires friendly interactions. Small talk is how you make friends, that's small talk to gently intro a related topic

"why has it been done this way" is something I encounter a lot at work, cos everyone has a different style in aged care. And I ask why has it been done this way to see if I'm going to learn something from the response. I also then usually share either if that's broken a rule ("I get that it's easier to just swing him to standing, but the physio says machine lift so you have to use the machine." which sounds like what youve experienced feeling told off after responding) or I then share what I usually do or what I was expecting to give them a chance to learn from my habits, and to make sure the final result is the same ("i thought we said to shower her, but you did a bed bath. Did you make sure to wash her hair?"). Sometimes you've done the wrong thing, sometimes you've just done it different. Either way the response should be calm and friendly or it's not a reasonable way to talk to someone. Feeling like someone is always telling you off because they dont immediately capitulate that your way was right seems silly to me, don't you want to hear their reasoning and thinking for their usual process? Do you not have a good reason for doing it differently? How are you ever gonna learn if you don't share experiences?

Your family sound super unpleasant tho, really sorry to hear that. My mum damage has a lot of her asking what I did today and if it's not impressive enough getting instruction on how to have a better day. That's a nasty thing to have to work through. Especially because it's very normal and kind for people to ask what I did today and they're not gonna jump down my throat about it after lol

Feel free to ignore this but I've been curious about the whole "answering the question you think someone is asking instead of the question that's being asked" and do you have an example you're comfortable sharing? Because I've been trying to picture the scenario but I'm coming up blank

A pretty standard one that a lot of people are familiar with would be a boss/supervisor/etc asking "do you have any plans for the weekend?", but they don't actually care about what you do in your free time - the thing they actually want to know is "are you available to do an extra work shift next weekend?"

Or when there was an agreement that something should be done in some specific way, and then someone notices that this task has not been done in the agreed way, but some different way. And when they ask "why has this been done this way?" they don't really care why it has been done this specific way, they are asking "why was this not done in the way we all agreed it should be done?"

I get an anxiety spike every time someone asks me what I'm doing, because in my family, being asked "what are you doing?" in the casual "what are you up to?" sort of tone always meant "why are you not doing this one specific chore I think you should have done/should be doing?" So my first instinct is to always do a mental check list rundown to figure out what chore I forgot to do.

#but mum can be a bitch #hey #i see a lot of posts about autistic experiences with presumed neurotypical people #and usually they're really quite inflammatory or just in that kind of i want to spiral and complain not learn kinda tone #which is fine people are allowed to complain on tumblr lol we're not here to grow every day #but sometimes they confuse me cos it seems like such a strong negative reaction to a normal interaction #anyway this post was worded much more openly #so i felt like i could add something and it might be helpful to a few people #but if ive got the vibe totally wrong and yall just wanna stay in your circle let me know! happy to delete!#i get it and no judgement and so on and so forth #this is meant kindly

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years ago

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Calming hearts (Part 2) (Pierre Gasly)

Part 1

Note: english is not my first language and this is the first time I'm writing a following part to anything I've published so I can only hope this meets the expectation * nervous giggles * not sure how well I did

As always, any specific/medical knowledge here is based on what I've learnt and know, and some from experience

Text messages are in italic!

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: curse words, mentions of dementia symptons, being away from family, mention of a bad previous relationship, mild anxiousness

"For fuck's sake", you grumbled as you closed the program window on you laptop, trying to reopen it for what felt like the millionth time. You enjoyed research, you really did, otherwise you wouldn't have pursued a PhD, but did it take away your patience sometimes...! Whilst the program was loading, you picked up your planner and looked for today's plan, already assuming you would have to delay everything because if this was gonna set the tone for the day, you had to buckle up for a difficult one. As your finger stopped running through the page and stopped in the 5 pm time slot, you groaned. After texting back and forth different dates and times, you and Pierre had finally found a day where you both had time off to go on a date. And thanks to your computer, you may have to delay that, "Why, out of all the days we spend together, did you have to do this today, hm?", you said looking at your computer after it finally opened the program, getting on with the tasks you had.

Having a little break for lunch and coffee, you were sitting back on your desk checking the tasks you had already completed when your phone pinged with a notification. Grabbing it and unlocking, Pierre's name showed on the screen with a message that read Hi, just checking if the plans for today are still up!, to which you replied Hi, yes, still up!, already accepting the idea that you would not have time to go home and change since you wanted to complete as many tasks as you could and getting back to work.

In Charles' place, Pierre sat down on the sofa with a giddy smile on his face, "What's got you smiling like that? Actually, who's got you smiling like that?", Charles asked his best friend, already knowing the answer. He knew a little bit of what had been going on between you since Pierre would often comment about how you had texted eachother that day or some instagram interactions, "Y/N confirmed that the plans are still up", he replied, locking his phone and setting it aside. "Did you already decide where you're gonna meet up?", Charles asked, remembering a conversation the previous day where Pierre realised you hadn't set a place, prompting his friend to grab his phone again and open your contact, "Shit shit shit, forgot to do that! Where do we meet up?", he asked Charles, who laughed, "Do I look like I'm you PA or your private chauffeur? How would I know? Do you know where she is? Just say you'll pick her up wherever she is", the Ferrari driver advised.

"Maybe she's working now, I don't want to bother her, I'll text her later", Pierre reasoned, "I'll make sure you remember it again then, because you said that last time and look where it brought you", Charles teased before he was hit with a pillow, "For now it's just a pillow considering how you helped this situation", Pierre finished as they both grabbed the controllers to play a game while they passed the time.

Back in your office, things were going smoothly and you were getting things done quicker than you anticipated, and when you were in yet another coffee break, your phoned pinged again, a message from Pierre saying he would pick you up wherever you were. Debating wether or not if you could ask him if he could pick you up at the university, you finally decided that it would benefit the both of you, figuring how much closer the university was to him and how you would have more time to do your work, you settled in the response, I'm at the university for the day, so you can pick me up here! Only if you're okay with that though, I can go to another place too, not wanting to seem like you were ordering him about. After a confirmation text that he would pick you up there, you sent him your location and thanked him.

It was later in the afternoon, 5 pm approaching as Pierre parked his car in the university parking lot, going over to the passenger seat so he could grab the bag. Heading to the entrance's desk, he mentioned your name and after the receptionist called you informing he was heading upstairs, he did so.

Knocking on your door, you opened it quickly, "So sorry, the program is taking a while to close and I can't just shut it down because I might loose what I've done today, but I'm nearly ready, j-", you stopped your ramble and you turned away from where you were standing and bumped into his chest, "You really should be careful about opening the door, imagine if I was a burglar?", he teased you, "Hi, how are you? It's okay, take the time that you need", he finished.

"Bit of a stressful day, not going to lie, my laptop didn't want to work and I didn't want to cancel our date but I had work to do and", you rambled on, Pierre's lips curling up at the word 'date' and seeing you ramble about your day while you closed the laptop and placed it in your backpack, "but all in all I finished it so I'm ready t- what's that?", you asked him, referring to a tote bag that was placed on your desk. "You said that your office still didn't feel like you own, and since you spend a lot of time here I thought it could use some flowers to cheer the place up", he replied, revealing a gorgeous flower in a pot, "the lady at the shop said these are really easy to care for so I thought you'd appreciate it too", as you grabbed the pot, placing it near a window so it could get some sunlight. "Thank you Pierre, it's beautiful", you said as you looked at the way it had already brightened your office, "and she also had these flowers and I thought you'd like them as well", he said taking a small but beautiful bunch of peonies from the bag and handing them to you. You could only smile at his attentiveness, "Thank you so much, these are so beautiful! You know you didn't have to do this, you're already picking me up and taking me somewhere I don't know", you hinted, "and you're not going to know until we get there", he said, "they really are beautiful, thank you", you set them down as you hugged him.

After checking if everything was in order, you grabbed your backpack, bag abs flowers and made your way out of university, not paying much attention to the stares and looks of the other people in there, probably wondering why you had a bunch of flowers and why Pierre Gasly was in the PhD office area.

Pierre helped you pack everything into his car and you got inside, "You look nice with your hair up", he said as you were fiddling with the hairband and pulling it out of its bun shape, "It's easier to work with it that way, I don't like it when it gets in my eyes, but not it's hurting my head". "But are you good?", he asked, "yeah, just pulled it too tight", you blushed like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Pierre stopped near a park you used to go loads of times with the patients from the center, "I thought we could enjoy a picnic here, this usually isn't too crowded so we can also have some privacy", he said said. He knew what came with his name, and the chances of someone seeing him in a restaurant with you would and the situation turning chaotic full of fans and press was something he wanted to avoid, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

"Ooh, I love picnics! We usually come here with the patients and they really like it because it's a very calm place", you said as he grabbed a basket from the boot, "Charles helped me pack this so we have food and drinks, a blanket too to put on the floor!", he smiled seeing your sparkling eyes and even bigger smile, "if I get sick then I can blame it on Charles?", you nudged him, "Yes, if anything bad happens it's his fault", Pierre said as he grabbed your hand and walked you both to a more secluded part of the park under some trees.

Setting the blanket down, you both sat and unpacked the food and drinks, "Actually, I made these", he took out a tupperware box with some little cakes, "had my mum send me our family recipe, so I hope I didn't ruin it". "You could've told me to bring something too", you sighed, "You had all this work and I'm just going to sit here and eat it", you reasoned, "you'll be responsible for the next one then", he tested, not sure if he should be already proposing a next time when this one had barely even began, but to his (and yours) relief you replied, "deal, I'll make you the best spaghetti bolognese of your life".

You feel into comfortable conversation while you ate, "I used to do this all the time with my family back in Rouen, my grandparents would gather everyone in this park we have near where they live and we would spend all day in there, eating and playing football and cards", he reminisced. "Do you miss them a lot?", you asked, knowing yourself what it was like to live far away from your family, "It was worse when moved out for the first time but yeah, I miss them. They usually come to all the GPs that can so I know I have them there but it's still not enough time sometimes, we're always running around and in meetings but I like having them there regardless. And you?".

You finished your drink and wiped your mouth with a napkin, "yeah, I lived with them until I moved to university. And from then on it's always harder to find the time to go visit them, especially since they moved", you said referring to the move your parents made after selling the house because they no longer needed such a big one and taking the opportunity to move another 4 hours away to be closer to your grandparents, "but we always talk on the phone so it feels like we're closer... and having friends and people who care about me around always helps", you smiled at him, his gaze already on you, admiring every little detail. How you had no make up on, so he could see the wrinkles on your eyes when you laughed and little moles on your skin, refraining himself from steching his hand to your face and playing connect the dot between them. How your eyes sparkled everytime you spoke about your job and how you had gotten more patients to become verbal and just improving their quality of life, or about your family and friends. You really were something else and he was determined to not let you go.

The sun was setting and you were now laying down side to side on the blanket, your head slightly leaning on his shoulder, just talking about whatever came up because in reality none of you wanted to leave that bubble, "Actually I was wondering if you wanted to come and watch the next GP, it's here in Monaco and yeah, I'd like to have you there", Pierre said, "and Charlotte will be there as well, Charles too", he mentally face palmed himself, where else would the Ferrari driver be on a GP weekend? "Oh yeah? The one after next weekend right? I don't have anything planned, I think, so I'll accept the invite", you smiled, "I'll get the team to send me the details and your pass so you can get in then", he smiled back while grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers in his. His phone rang and he sat up, accepting the call, and you heard a slightly stressed voice on the other side of the line mentioning something about an engine and performance and "we need to talk about this now" and after he finished the call, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "that was my performance engineer, I'm sorry but we have to go, I have a meeting in a bit", he looked at you, his eyes blinking quickly, "Sure, no worries, I can go home on my own as well, I don't want to bother", you smiled a sad smile as you got up and packed what was left.

He grabbed your hand, making you look at him, "Nonsense, you could never bother me", and you both walked hand in hand to the car so he could drop you home.

"Thank you so much for today, I really enjoyed it", you smiled as he opened you door and went to the boot to grab your things, "Oh, no need to help, I can carry these myself, thank you though", you grabbed your backpack and bag and then the flowers, "I hope your meeting goes well and you engine goes back to doing what it is supposed too", you smiled at him, "I had a great time too", he replied, and you went for it. What did you have to loose? You got up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, a few inches away from his lips and leaving you both like giddy teenagers sharing their first affections, "I'll text you later then", he said, hugging you one last time and returning the kiss on your cheek.

As you placed your bags down on your room, you still hadn't been able to stop the giant smile on your lips. The date was amazing, and Pierre as well, always kind, funny and never pushing anything on you, letting you set the pace. You were already in bed scrolling through your phone when an email from Scuderia Alpha Tauri dropped with the information you needed for the GP weekend. You took the opportunity to text Pierre thanking him and wishing him a good night, to which he replied no worries, sorry again for having to leave so soon, the meeting was urgent and couldn't be delayed any longer. Good night mon ange, sleep tight. This boy was really going to be the end of you, that you were sure of.

When you arrived home after a full day at the center, you were trying to gather up the courage to get up from your sofa and head to kitchen so you could make yourself some dinner when your phone rang, Pierre's caller ID showing on the screen, "Hey you, am I catching you at a bad time?", he asked, "Hey, no, I'm just procrastinating making my dinner so go ahead", you replied, "I have your passes for the GP, and it's best if I give you them now because when you get there on Friday I might not be available and it's easier this way. Can I drop by your place? Or do you want me to leave them somewhere else?". In reality, he also wanted to see you, there were so many people on the team that could definitely give you your pass but he was craving some time with you, despite texting at least every other day, wether it was a meme or just checking on eachother. "No no, I'm home so you can drop them here", you said, "I might go now actually then", he said and again, you risked it for a biscuit, "And if you want to maybe you can stay for dinner? Only if you want t-", "I'd love to, and actually I remember a certain someone mentioning 'the best spaghetti bolognese' of my life", he quickly replied, not wanting you to entertain the idea that he didn't want to spend time with a second longer, "Alright then, it's settled, I'm home so whenever you want to show up, just ring me!".

As you finished the call, a new found energy propelled you to your feet, heading to the kitchen so you could start on dinner. After changing into comfier clothes and having the dinner cooking in the pots, you tidied the place up a bit and as you were about to lay down on the sofa under a blanket, your phone pinged, Pierre saying he was leaving his place.

You were stirring the pots when you heard your bell, and wiped your hands in a kitchen towell before going to open the door, "Hello", you greeted him smiling, "Hello you, I see you look at the people you open the door now, that's good!", he teased as you shoved him, leading you both to the living room.

Sitting next to eachother, you told eachother about your time since you last saw eachother until you had to get up to stir dinner and boil the pasta, "I'm just going to the kitchen to check on dinner, but make yourself at home", you got up and he followed, "I can help too", the both of you heading to the kitchen.

As Pierre grabbed the plates and set the table with your help after you started boiling the fresh pasta, he remembered one of the reasons he was there, "before I forget", he said as he took and envelope out of his coat's pocket, "here are your passes, these should be able to get in in the paddock and into our hospitality and the garage, but if you have any problems just talk to anyone on the team because I told them about your presence, and Charlottle will be there too so you can sort it out between yourselves", he handed it to you, "Thanks again, I'm looking forward to see you in your element".

After eating dinner and tidying the dishes and kitchen, you both sat on the sofa as you handed Pierre the remote and he flickered through the app, trying to find something for the both of you to watch, ending up with a sitcom rerun.

You started to feel droopy, the rush of the day catching up with you, "You can lay your head here if you want to", Pierre said as he opened his arms and you just let your body fall in his chest, head placed on his shoulder and enclosed in his warm embrace, as you looked up to his handsome face under the dimmed lights and TV noise in the background. "Tell me this is real", you whispered as you nudged your nose in his cheek, smelling the cologne that had your mind racing everytime you caught a wiff of it, "as real as it can be mon ange", he whispered back before readjusting his face and looking deeply into your eyes. You leaned in and pressed your lips in his, a perfect fit. Not too hard, but long enough for the both of you to express your feelings. "That was nice", he said as he licked his lips looking at your blushed cheeks, "I'm not sure that now that I know how good your lips feel on mine that I'll be able to stop", he finished as you leant again to press your lips to his, smiling and sharing affections whose words you were still afraid of voicing out loud.

Unwillingly leaving because Pyry would kill him if he wasn't on time for his early training session the next morning, you accompanied Pierre outside later, "Text me when you get home, yeah?", you asked as he pressed another kiss on your forehead, "will do", before he bent all the way down to kiss your lips, sealing his affections and intentions in that final kiss before heading to his car and then home, leaving you with butterflies (or maybe a whole zoo) on you stomach at the prospect of your relationship with the driver. As you got the agreed message, you texted back thank you for letting me take things at a comfortable pace for me, receiving a response almost instantly, I'll wait as long as you need me to, with a picture of you sleeping on his chest attached to it. Sneaky bastard had taken a picture of you, mouth slightly open as you snoozed for a bit when you were on the sofa.

The day before Monaco GP, Charles had a lunch at his place with his family, Charlotte and Pierre. "So, I've heard that someone's relationship is going well", Charlotte's voice emerged from the living room, "he tells me pretty much everything you tell him so don't act so surprised, so spill it Gasly", earning a sheepish smile from Charles, "Mate, I was happy that you were happy. And to be fair we played matchmakers, we should know all the inside information". Pierre smiled, " It's been good, really good actually. We're taking things slowly, I'm letting her open up in her time, the asshole ex boyfriend did quite the job on her and I just want to prove her that I'm not like him and will never be like him", he replied, "Look at you all grown up Gasly", Charlotte patted his back, "I'm very proud of you, truly, she's an amazing girl and deserves the world, and so do you". Pascale couldn't really help herself, "I'm sorry boys, but are you talking about Y/N?" and Pierre felt like he got caught red handed, blushing madly and giggling nervously, "Oh, how wonderful you two. She's such a great girl, is she going to be around this weekend?", "Mama!", Charles called, not sure if Pierre minded the assumption. "Actually she is yeah, I've invited her for the weekend. She said Friday might be trickier to come and watch because of work, but for the rest of the weekend she'll be here", earning two surprised looks from Charles and Charlotte and a happy smile from Pascale before she returned inside, "You didn't tell me she was coming!", she bickered Charles, "How would I tell you if I only found out now?", he bickered back to his girlfriend, "She hasn't texted you?", Pierre asked, concerned that maybe you had decided against going, "No, but I'm going to text her now. Uhhh, this is so exciting", leaving the two boys alone in the balcony as they discussed about the weekend.

After lunch and into the afternoon, you had yet to answer Charlotte's text, "Maybe she's just busy", she said, but Pierre was already thinking ahead, "I didn't speak to her yesterday either, and she hasn't answered me yet. I'm gonna call her, excuse me", he said as he got up and went to the balcony, appreciating the view as he waited for you to pick up, "Hi Pierre, how are you?", you replied on the other end of the line. He noticed the slurr in your voice, "Hi, good and you? I'm just calling because you haven't answered Charlotte and I hadn't spoken to you for a bit...", he replied, quickly saving himself, "I'm not trying to control you or anything, I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay". Your heart warmed, making you go all fuzzy inside, "Oh Pierre no, I'm fine, just tired. The center has been keeping me busy, Mrs Martin is not doing so well this week and I've been keeping her company at night too because she is feeling very shaky and disoriented so yeah, I've spent the last three days here and I think tonight I will too, I went home yesterday during lunch time because I was stinky and had to get new clothes", you giggled, "but thank you, I like it when you're worried about me, I know what your intentions are", you reassured him. "And tell Charlotte that I've been meaning to text her about the weekend but it's just been very ectic in here that I completely forgot, I'm sorry", you finished, "and you? Are you good? Do you need me to bring you anything?", he asked drumming his hands on the railing, "Yes, I'm running on little sleep but it's something I am used to. And you, ready for tomorrow?", you asked as you sat down for a bit, enjoying hearing his voice, "yeah, a bit nervous because the weather doesn't look promising but all in all I'm very excited, especially because I have someone special in the audience this time", he forwarded. After talking a bit more and then hanging up, Pierre got back inside and explained the situation, "She's sorry that she couldn't answer it, but she said she's gonna try and get back to you when she can", he said to Charlotte sitting down, "She's been busy, bless her".

Later that night, you got a text from Pierre, Good night mon ange, I hope you can sleep a bit better tonight and can't wait to see you tomorrow. Yeah, you were down bad.

The morning of Quali day promised a sunny day, and you put on your white linen dress and some comfy trainers that matched along with a blue scarf wrapped around the handke of your bag (all the fashionable people were doing it so you gave it a go) in a little way to support the team and, most importantly, Pierre. Not wanting to be in the spotlight, you spoke to Charlotte who advised you where to get in the paddock, since you'd be doing it alone to not raise any unnecessary attention to you, agreeing to meet her in the hospitalities so it would be a calmer environment.

"Hi gorgeous, how are you? I didn't see you yesterday!", she greeted you, "Hi, good, good and you? You look amazing as well. Yeah, yesterday I only got out of the center when Pierre was leaving here, I came here so he could show me around for a bit but then we went home", you explained the missed encounter, "But you're here now and this is exciting! I'm gonna show you around!", she said as she guided you along since the boys were in their morning meetings. After a bit of exploring, Pierre texted you saying he was in the garage and you texted back saying you'd meet him there. Saying goodbye to Charlotte and heading there, you thought back to last night. You had been up, thinking about being in there and not knowing many people, and how the other people in there would question who you were and why you were there, something that tended to make you feel anxious but you felt none of that. You felt confident walking through the garage and seeing Pierre near some screens, "Hi handsome, how was your morning?", you walked up to him and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips as there weren't many people around, "Hi", he hummed, appreciating your affection, "it was good, we'll see how we do on Quali today, hoping for a good result", he said.

The 17th place was where Pierre would start on the grid. You may not know much about racing given the recent interest in it, but you knew Pierre would be upset about it. After he met up with his engineers to sort the last few things for race day, he grabbed your hand and you silently walked though the paddock to the parking lot. As you approached your car, Pierre hugged you, "Thank you for coming along today, I enjoyed having you here", he said pressing little kisses all over your face, making you break a smile and automatically leaving him smiling too, "I can't wait for tomorrow, I know you're going to be great", you said, looking into his eyes, "but for that we both need rest", he said, not wanting to let you go but knowing deep down how important it was that he did. Sharing a last kiss, you bid farewell and made your way home.

When you opened your curtains, the weather seemed strange. It wasn't necessarily cold, but the heat from yesterday had left, and the sky looked cloudy. Eating your breakfast and choosing a pair of black pants and a comfy but elegant white shirt, you grabbed your hoop earrings and trainers and headed back to the paddock.

When the rain started to fall heavier, you noticed Pierre's leg shaking next to yours, "What's on your mind, handsome?", you asked, making him look at you. "I just don't want them to cancel the race, especially since this will be your first one", he said as he squeezed your shoulder, "It'll be fine, it will stop, at least that's what they were saying on the news", you mentioned.

Heading to the garage, Pierre grabbed a set of headphones "Now you can put these on", he said as he helped you, "and you can hear the radio, I might swear a little bit, don't get scared, and your hair will be out of your face too", you blushed, noticing how he remembered the slight mention of how you didn't like to have your hair hindering your eyes when you were trying to focus on something, thanking him, "have a good one and be safe!", you said as he headed to his pre race routine.

Someone then called the time, and Pierre put on his helmet and got in the car, ready to be taken to his place on the grid.

The weather had calmed down slightly and you hoped it stayed that way, knowing how the rain could make it more dangerous to drive and settling down the feeling of worry in your chest. Through the race you couldn't help but hiss everytime he did an overtake or took a bit of risky moves, knowing deep down that he knew what he was doing and he knew how to be safe.

Finishing in P11 and given the circumstances of the whole weekend, the team was proud and congratulated eachother, the engineers closer to where you stood smiling back at you and then getting ready to get the car back in the garage.

As it arrived, they helped him out of his security belts and then out of the car, shaking his hand as Pierre went around the team.

As he removed his helmet, he searched for you in the garage and went straight to your arms, "Well done, I'm so proud of you", you said as you felt your body relax now that you could feel his rapid racing heart beat around you, "you're okay? Not too worried now", he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "I mean, your heart is going faster than that car but it's still calming me down, knowing you're here with me", you said before depositing a kiss in his clothed chest and before someone called his name so he could head to the media pen, "I'll be right back", he said squeezing you one last time.

Heading up to the sofa area, you sat down and watched the interviews as you waited for Pierre to get back, checking your phone until a hand fell on your shoulder, "Hey you, I'm just going to get my things and then we can head home?", Pierre said and you nodded, pushing his face to yours so you could kiss him.

After arriving at his place, Pierre hopped in the shower while you grabbed a water from the fridge and waited for him, "There's this party tonight, do you want to go?", he asked you, "Sure, we can dance it out like last time!", you said remembering fondly the day you properly met the french driver, "But can I go home to change clothes before going? I think my feet are still cold from the rain too", you asked. Pierre grabbed one of his hoodies, "Here, put his on, you'll feel warmer, go and have a shower too if you feel like it. And yeah, we can pop back to your place", he said handing you the clothes. Thanking him with a kiss, you changed in his bedroom, not seeing the need for a shower but the warmth of the clothes being welcomed.

"So I'm thinking that for dinner we can d- wow, don't you look cute in my clothes", Pierre said as you entered the kitchen, pushing the sleeves of his hoodie so you could see your hands, "It's very comfy and warm, I think I might steal it", you whispered into his chest as you cuddled, "Fine by me", he whispered back.

When you got yo your place, he waited in the living room whilst you picked your outfit, deciding on a satin midi midnight blue dress that hugged your body in all the right places and your trusty pair of comfortable heels. Leaving your hair down as it was from the day, your brushed through it and grabbed your things, heading back to Pierre.

"I'm ready, just need to grab my coat and we can go", you said, entering the living room and appreciating the sight in front of you. Pierre was dressed in a shirt and pants, a classic look for him you had noticed, "You look gorgeous mon ange", he said as he grabbed your hand and made you twirl, "you're gonna have everyone's eyes on you tonight". And it was the comfort and security Pierre brought you whenever you were with him that lead you to say "but I'll only care about your eyes, because I'm yours, only yours". He looked at you, as if asking what you really meant, "I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me", he said before grabbing you for a kiss, sealing the deal with you, the both of you listening to the steady and calming rhythm of your heartbeats. "Let's go, girlfriend?", he tested, "lead the way, boyfriend", you smiled giddily.

Yeah, whoever was up there responsible for your love life had finally given you the goods.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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etherealyoungk · 3 years ago

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when it's that time of month - seungcheol

warnings: none, only fluff.

wrote this to comfort myself cause i was feeling like shit all day and it's my time of month and im so emo right now, but enjoy reading :)

these last few days i've been feeling off. i've been feeling weird, cranky, impatient, craving more sweet stuff and just feeling more tired than usual, not the mention the throbbing headache i had last night, which didn't let me sleep properly. and today i woke up feeling extra weird and just off. halfway through the day i got my answer - my periods. of course, no wonder i was feeling like so bad and off.

i change into something else and groan as i can feel the cramps setting in. i head to the kitchen to make myself a hot water bottle. i put the water on the stove and closed my eyes, trying to center myself letting out a sigh.

"hey babe, you okay?", seungcheol, my boyfriend asks. concern flashes in his eyes as he looks at me.

i sigh even harder. "periods", i say and he immediately understands, his gaze softening.

i grip the countertop as another cramp sets in, wincing in pain and he immediately comes to my side, noticing my discomfort and pain.

"hey, it's okay, i'm here", he says trying to look at me but my eyes are closed as i try to bear with the pain.

"you go rest, I'll get the hot water pack for you", he says softly and he guides me to the bedroom.

he goes back to the kitchen and i close my eyes, burying my face in my palms. he comes back a few minutes later and he gently places the hot water bottle on my stomach and i give him a grateful smile. i feel so drained and feel like shit.

"you look really tired", he says as he takes a seat next to me, taking my hand in his, the warmth from his hand a reassuring comfort.

"i feel like shit", I say and he pouts.

"do you wanna sleep?", he asks.

i nod saying no.

"you want anything else? coffee? tea? chocolate? snacks? you name it and i'll get it for you, love", he says sweetly. i smile softly.

"maybe some coffee?", i say and he gets up, going to make some for me. he comes back with a cup of coffee and gives me a kiss on the forehead, saying he has to attend a zoom meeting for the next two hours and that i shouldn't move from the bed and should rest. i nod and he ruffles my hair sweetly before going.

it's been almost two hours and seungcheol is still in the meeting and im feeling hungry so i get up and slowly waddle to the kitchen, my cramps are still there but subtle enough that i can walk around a bit. as i am craving something sweet, i open the fridge, my eyes landing on the peanut butter. i grab it and some bread hungrily. but as im trying to open the jar, i struggle as the lid is screwed on too tight. it won't open. i try for another minute but no luck and i swear im this close to losing it. blame my hormones but i got so impatient and mad that it wasn't opening i started tearing up in frustration and just then i hear seungcheol call out for me.

"baby where are you? i told you to rest why -", he stops what he's saying as he sees me, my hands holding the jar of peanut butter that's not opening and my frown.

"this damn jar won't open", i grumble to him, pouting as i hold it out for him to open. i see him trying to stifle a laugh and smile, but the dimple in his cheek doesn't lie. he finds this situation a tad bit amusing. he takes the jar and places it on the counter after opening it and then i can't take it anymore so i crash into his arms. he instantly wraps his hands around me and i bury my face in his chest, suddenly feeling embarrassed that i got upset over such a small thing.

"stupid jar", i say, hitting his chest lightly and he lets out a soft chuckle.

i look up at him and his hand cradles my neck and cheek gently and i find myself leaning into it.

i finally make my sandwich and eat with some more coffee. then i head back to the bedroom to rest.

"anything else you need?" he asks. "i don't want you breaking the house" he adds and i give him a glare.

"sorry sorry but that situation was kinda funny," he says and i reach out to whack him again but he dodges, laughing.

"i want you", i say and it catches him off guard and he stops laughing. but then he smiles, the dimple on his appearing as he smiles making him look adorable.

"don't go, stay with me", i say pouting and he can't say no so he comes under the blankets next to me, scooping me gently in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

i lean into him and he intertwines his hand in mine.

"i still feel like shit", I say.

"i know what will make you feel better", he says and turns his head.

"i'm glad", he replies, placing another soft kiss on my temple.

i turn to look at him and he leans forward, locking our lips in a gentle kiss, his hands loosely and gently wrapped around my waist. i sighed, letting my tiredness go in his warmth, letting him kiss me until he pulls back with a goofy dimple smile on his face.

i couldn't help but smile too.

"i do feel better", I said and he placed a small kiss on my cheek too.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeenimagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #scoups #scoups fluff #scoups scenarios #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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huneekrispee · 3 years ago

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Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years ago

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it. Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

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