#not in a good way but as long as you get the message yeah?

[smutoperator]

Meet Me At The...

Park Chaeyoung (Rosé) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, booty call, couch sex, cum licking, deepthroating, grinding, facial, passionate sex, pearly gates, piano blowjob, (lots of) pussy eating, pussy fingering, sex all over the apartment, spanking, squirting, (lots of) standing sex

Sequel to Morning Roses

Word count: 5324

Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. The infectious melody comes out of the radio station. The global smash hit from your number one girl, Rosé, plays nearly daily and reminds you of the last time you saw her.

Luckily, a message arrives on your phone, indicating your drought without seeing her will be finally over.

"Meet me at the…" Rosé texts you an old selfie of hers, followed by a link to her song. "I'm on my way," you text her back, quickly taking a U-turn and driving straight to her apartment as soon as you read it.

You knock on Rosé's apartment door. "Hi," she opens it, wearing her Skims pink pajama with kissing stamps that leave her long legs fully exposed and her belly button popping out. "How are you?" she asks, in her classic polite manner. "I'm great. I'm better with you," you answer her. "You're beautiful," you tell her. "Thanks," she says, blushing a little.

Seeing her in that new look makes you instantly go feral, reminding you why Rosé is your number one girl. You quickly start kissing Rosé and rub your hands over her barely covered ass cheeks, before moving them all over her body. She breathes hard as you start kissing her neck, pinning her against the door. "Damn, you smell so good," you tell her.

You and Rosé spend some time kissing each other, but you soon make your moves, reaching across Rosé's top and grabbing her cute tits. Rosé answers, moving towards your crotch and grabbing the bulge under your pants. "It's already hard for me," she says, just as you lower her top and start sucking her tits.

Rosé moans softly as your mouth makes good work of her perky boobs. "Ahhhhh, hmmmmm," moaning sounds come out of her mouth as she enjoys it. You put your hands in her slim ways and quickly lower her shorts down, noticing that she was not wearing any panties under it.

You grab Rosé's neck with one hand, while the other one starts fingering her pink pussy. "You're all mine," you tell her. "Yes, baby, I'm all yours, ah" she answers in between more moans.

You muffle Rosé's moans with kisses, her skin quickly turning red as you work your magic around her pussy. "AHHHHH," she lets out a big scream, unable to contain herself as her juices already coat her carpet. She sensually moves your body, then reaches under your pants and starts jerking your cock off.

"You want it so bad, don't you, baby girl?" you ask Rosé as she keeps jerking your shaft off and points it to the entrance of her vagina. Rosé doesn't say any words, just keeps moaning as her skin turns redder than a jalapeño.4

But you can't resist Rosé's allure either, spinning her body as you pin her against the door and quickly invade her pussy. "OH MY GOD," she lets out a scream as your huge cock starts stretching her out.

Rosé starts moving her hips as your cock meets her pussy. "Looks like you really missed it, baby girl," you tell her as you kiss her neck and just let her enjoy your cock inside her. "FUCK," Rosé screams as it hits her cervix for the first time, but that only makes her go faster, her cheeks hitting your hips multiple times.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK," Rosé screams as you finally grab her ant waist and take control of her, thrusting hard in her pussy from the get-go and loudly clapping her cheeks. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she moans You sniff her body and kiss her. "OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as you keep fucking her hard. "Shhhhhh," you tell her, seeing she's already so loud she could cause the neighbors to complain, but they have known for a long time that Rosé is a huge cockslut.

Rosé rests her head against the door as your hard thrusts already bring her to submission. You wrap your arms all over her body, using one hand to grope her tits and the other to massage her lower body. "FUCK, AHHHHHHHH," is all she can say, as you already turned her into your cocksleeve.

You pull out of Rosé as she's already losing her breath, choking her against the door, both of you laughing as you compete to see who can get fully naked the fastest. "Looks like I won," you tell her as you toss both your clothes to the side and Rosé removes her top, the last piece of clothing remaining on your body. You get on your knees and quickly worship her pussy you just fucked with crazy licks that give her no rest, as more moans come out of her mouth.

Rosé lifts her left leg as you keep sniffing her pussy. "Damn, I missed that smell of roses so much," you tell her as Rosé keeps softly moaning, her legs already trembling as you don't spare any inch of her folds. "OH YEAH," she screams again, her body having a contraction as her juices flow into your mouth. "So tasty," you tell her.

"AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," Rosé continues to scream. You kiss her pussy a few times and jerk your cock off watching her cream herself over your fast-paced licks. "OH MY GOD," she keeps screaming, getting her.

"Squirt for me, baby girl," you tell Rosé as you reach your hands into massaging her already dripping wet pussy. The puddling noises that come out of it as you finger her cunt only make you get even harder, as you have Rosé under your full control as you enjoy the fountain of juices coming out of her vagina.

You promptly take advantage of it and shove your cock back inside Rosé warm and wet cunt, she grabs her door handle and meets your thrusts with moves of her own and sexily moans. You grab her waist, putting Rosé back in her place and using her pussy like a fleshlight while she looks at you naughty.

"OH YEAH" Rosé moans, opening her legs as you pin her against the door to the fullest, she's all yours for the taking, you grabbing her ass from behind and pounding her pussy hard. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams. "Shhhh," you tell her again, but that only makes Rosé move her hips in your cock's direction, making you quickly discipline her with more hard poundings. "OH FUCK," she yells.

You punish Rosé for her slutiness by reaching your hands into her pussy and making her squirt again. "You better be ready to clean this floor after I'm gone," you tell her. "OH FUCKKKK," it's all Rosé can answer, as she's turned into a wet mess of juices and loses her breath.

You grab Rosé's ass and lift her right leg, keeping the rhythm of steady poundings in her pussy, enjoying clapping her cheeks as you kiss her. You push her leg further up, putting it over your shoulder while choking her as you keep fucking her pussy. Rosé has nowhere to go as she is completely pinned against the door by your hard thrusts and can barely breathe with your hands on her neck. You grab her body and carry-fuck her. "YEAH," she screams as her cheeks loudly clap once more before you two kiss against the door.

You go back to eat Rosé's pussy as you drop her back to the ground. "OH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH" she screams. "I'm just starting and you're already moaning this loudly," you tell her as you get back up, her blonde hair now completely messed up. She gets on her knees and bobs her head hard on your cock, finally getting to taste it. "Fuck yeah," you say as you enjoy her blowing it off before she moves down to your balls and jerks it off like crazy.

Rosé keeps moving her face hard on your cock as you watch her get sluttier and sluttier. You grab her head and fuck her face balls deep until she gags on your big dick, but she keeps pushing, paying special attention to your balls while she slaps your shaft in her face. She grabs your cock with both hands, sucking and stroking it as hard as she can. "Fuck, holy shit," you say as she sloppily coats it with her saliva and drives you to the edge. "That feels so fucking good," you tell her.

Rosé lets you fuck her face and gags on your cock a little more as her mouth now makes you love her breath. She rolls her eyes and coughs all over that dick, licking the tip and stroking it with both hands, her blowjob making you feel like you're getting continuously bit by a hungry vampire.

"You're so fucking perfect," you tell Rosé as she enjoys stroking your cock, watching your throbbing tip pop in and out of your foreskin while she tongues your balls. "Ohhh shit, that's so fucking amazing," you tell her as Rosé can't stop moving her mouth all over your pole. You grab her short hair, disciplining her with more thrusts into her pretty face, but Rosé takes it like a champion.

"You're so addicted to my cock, let me give more of it," you tell Rosé, putting her back on her feet and pounding her from behind once again. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as you plow her cunt one more time, before pushing her towards the living room. "Let's go, we have many more rooms where we can fuck," you tell her.

"Crawl," you order Rosé as she moves on all fours towards her fireplace. As she comes close to you, you hit her hard in the face. "Such a horny cockslut," you tell her, putting your thumb in her mouth. "You want more of this cock, baby girl?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she answers. "Then you must do everything I ask," you tell her, giving Rosé a spank in her ass and another in her face.

You grab Rosé by her hair and spank her perky tits, before licking her neck and making her moan. You give her some hot kisses, followed by a few more hits on her face and boobs, pinching her nipples hard. "Tell me you're going to be my fucktoy for this night," you say to her. "Yes, I will," Rosé answers. "That's my girl," you tell her.

Rosé gives you a no-hands blowjob in the living room. "That's it, perfect," you tell her as she takes your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Show me how sloppy you are, bitch," you tell her as she keeps moving her face over your shaft. "I love the way you take it deep in your throat," you tell her as you spit in her mouth. "So eager to get this cock wet for your needy pussy," you say, grabbing her blonde hair once again to fuck her face.

"Perfect, now follow my lead," you tell Rosé, pushing her closer to her fireplace with your cock still deep in her mouth. "Stand up," you tell Rosé as you pull out of her mouth and pin her against the wall close to the fireplace, spanking her ass. Rosé obliges and you spread her cheeks. "I've missed this so much," you tell her, diving between her cheeks and eating both her fuckholes.

"That's what I want," you say to Rosé as your tongue goes all over her folds as she moans. You slap your cock in her buttcheeks before shoving it back into her pussy. "Oh yes," you say as you slowly penetrate her tight hole again. "Fuck," Rosé moans as you hit her ass.

You quickly pick up the pace, fucking Rosé hard as you put her arms behind her back. Her tits hit her wall constantly with the fast thrusts you give her. "Arch that back," you tell her, more ass spanking following as you grab her butt and pound her from behind, quickly making her lose her breath again. "Fuck, that pussy still tight," you tell her, increasing the speed even further as you choke her once more, making her grind her teeth.

Rosé gives you a naughty smile as you keep using her nonstop enjoying the recoil of her ass at each thrust you give her, before looking at the empty couch in her living room and having an idea.

"Let's fuck in that couch, it's waiting for us," you tell her. Rosé follows your lead with a big smile on her face, as you two quickly start making out on the couch, sharing passionate kisses with each other while you finger her wet pussy. "HMMMMMMM," she moans but it gets muffled in your mouth.

You lie Rosé on the couch, kneeling as you dive your head between her legs and eat her pussy." AHHHHH," she moans, putting her legs over her head and allowing you full access. You stroke your cock as her moans grow louder and louder, using both your mouth and hands to play with her pussy.

You quickly put Rosé in a passionate missionary position, getting on top of her as you penetrate her pussy in the couch, quickly drilling it fast and hard as you completely dominate her. "OH MY GOD," Rosé screams, unable to move as you pin her against the couch and fuck her like a madman, showing how much you missed her pussy. As you fuck her, you kiss and sniff her beautiful feet, making her giggle in between her sexy moans. "AHHHH, FUCK, FUCK," she screams with her feet all over your face while you lick her toes.

You slow down a bit for some passionate kisses in Rosé's beautiful mouth but remain on top of her as she pants and moans while you passionately fuck her. Your thrusts hit her pussy quite deep as you two engage in a sexy baby-making session.

You flip Rosé's body on the couch and put her under a mating press, her wrapping her legs around your body as you use her pussy. "Oh my God, you're so tight," you tell her as you quickly pump her pussy at full speed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah," she moans as you top her and you give her more kisses.

You put Rosé's legs up until her heels land on your shoulder, pushing her body and your direction and giving her more hard thrusts. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as her body gets rag dolled and you spank her thighs. "MORE, MORE," she begs, but you decide to instead tease her a bit, pulling out to finger her pussy hard and make her squirt one more time while she's in a fetal position.

"MORE, MORE, MORE," Rosé continues to beg as you drink her juices. "You always make me give me my best," you tell her as Rosé gives you another big smile and laughs softly. Soon, you move her body and take her in a spooning position, going back in her pussy nice and slow and spanking her ass hard. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

Soon, you pick up the pace as you can't resist drilling that tight pink pussy as hard as you want. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Rosé screams as you turn her into your free-use toy, groping her tits from behind as you now spank her entire body. "FUCKKKKK, YEAHHHHH," she stays screaming, more so every time you hit her cheeks, already flashing red after so many spanks.

Rosé smiles and laughs as the fucking session continues. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she softly moans as you wrap your arms around her upper body and do everything, fingering her pussy while fucking it hard. "OHHHH GODDDD," she screams again, feeling exhausted already, but ready to take more of her number one cock.

The drilling continues as you hit Rosé pussy hard while choking her. "OHHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as her legs shake. But the more she screams, the more you want to pound her tight pink pussy, showing no mercy towards Rosé fuckhole and using her at your will, your balls making loud noises against her cheeks. "Holy shit," you tell Rosé as her ass gets hit again. "I want to fuck you for the rest of my life," you continue, keeping the intense hammering of her pussy.

You come to a small stop as you finger Rosé's wet pussy one more time. "OH FUCKKKK," she screams. She laughs and smiles at you. "I'm such a whore for that big cock," she tells you as you two share more kisses and you slap your shaft against her butt before you give her another command.

"Come here, I want you to sit on this dick," you tell Rosé as you sit on the couch. But before that, she kneels and quickly dives back into your cock, giving you a hot fast-paced blowjob as she prepares to sit on that pole. "Fuck yeah," you praise her as Rosé's tongue runs all over your throbbing cock, she sensually moves her body while sucking it off.

"Holy fuck," you groan as Rosé gets sloppier and pushes you on the edge with quick strokes and sucking, giving you the best boss chair blowjob of your life. "Ohhh yeah," you groan as you push Rosé's head against your cock, her deepthroating you with ease as she's extremely horny for that big cock.

Rosé continues to bob her head nonstop on your cock. "So nice and wet," you tell her as she massages your balls, her blonde hair looking messier than ever. "Good girl, grab those fucking balls nice and hard," you tell her as your legs tremble with her strong cock sucking skills. "Shit, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Not before I ride this big fucking cock," Rosé says as brings the blowjob to a halt and kisses you, your shaft still rubbing against her belly. She strokes your cock a bit more, using both hands and preparing it for her to sit on it, before finally making her move and climbing on top of it.

"Oh yeah," you celebrate as Rosé impales herself on your big cock. She wastes no time bouncing on that thick pole, moving her hips very fast as she loves when your cock goes all the way in her pussy. You grope her tits while they bounce as she rides your cock. "OH MY GOD," she moans as your shaft hits her cervix.

"OH FUCK YEAH," Rosé moans as she moves into a very straight ride, making her cheeks clap hard while you grab her ass. Her moans get more and more out of breath the more she rides it, making the couch shake with her bounces. You grab her ass, providing Rosé the perfect grip to ride and grind on your cock.

Rosé giggles as she bounces harder and harder on your cock. "OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH," she screams, riding you like an Amazon, driving you to the edge. "FUCK YEAH," she loudly yells. "Shhhhh," you say to her as if she cared about the noise at all.

Rosé grinds on your cock like a mad girl, moving it sideways around her pussy, she kisses you as you push her in your direction, pounding her from down low as you lie on the couch. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH" she stays screaming even if you try to muffle her moans, your balls clapping hard against her skin. "AH, AH, AH," she moans again, you wrapping your arms around her as you finally come to a stop and passionately worship your number one girl.

You and Rosé spend a little more time kissing each other on the couch, you later move to worship and kiss her beautiful feet and her red asscheeks, before you tell her to crawl again as you move in the direction of the kitchen. She quickly follows you as you kiss her before bending her over against the kitchen table. "AHHHH," Rosé screams as your cock quickly gets back inside her, you kissing her hair while grabbing her ant waist.

"Such a good whore," you say to Rosé as she strongly grabs the kitchen table trying to cope with your hard thrusts. "OH FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH, YEAHHHHH, AHHHHH," she turns into a screaming miss. "Yeah, what, bitch?" you ask her, giving her butt a massive spank that makes her scream. "FUCKKKKKK," Rosé yells.

Rosé rests her head on the kitchen table, rolling her eyes as your thrusts only get more and more intense and you firmly control her. "Come closer," you tell her, pushing her body back close to you and stretching her mouth. "OH FUCK," Rosé screams as you lift her leg once again and lick her armpits. You thrust hard from down low, enjoying your cock bulge under her skinny belly while you kiss her and lick her pits.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh," Rosé softly moans as she looks at you with sexy eyes. "OHHHHH FUCKKKK," she screams as your cock hits her cervix, you give her pits a big smell, before putting her back on the grown and grinding your cock between her legs, touching her folds with the side of your shaft, slowly moving up until you rub your tip against her navel.

"Spread your legs open for me, baby girl," you order to Rosé, who climbs on top of the table and does as you ask her, fingering her pussy in anticipation. "Every day since we last met I thought of the next time between us, thinking of filling that pussy up with my cum, jerking my cock off until it exploded inside it," you dirty talk her.

"Yes, baby, please, fill me up, breed me, I'm not on the pill" Rosé begs as you slowly stroke your cock and move it back in the direction of her pussy. You kiss her and pump her cunt as she sits on the top of the table, ready to cum at any second. "I'm gonna cum, baby girl," you tell her. "Yeah, please, cum in me," Rosé says.

But you had different plans. Just as you were about to fill Rosé's pussy, you pull out of it and shoot your thick white load on the top of the table's dark marble, creating a great visual contrast. "Lick it, whore, show me that pretty tongue drooling all over my cum" you tell Rosé, who obliges. "I already came inside you multiple times, needed something different," you tell her. "Alright, baby, anything you want I'll do it," she tells you, swallowing your cum with ease. "I missed the taste of it so much," she says.

You walk across Rosé's apartment, sitting at her piano. "Play it for me," you tell her. "Are you gonna write a song of your encounter later?" you ask her. "Maybe," Rosé answers as she kisses you and plays some notes on the piano while you finger her pussy, trying to throw her off her rhythm.

"Is this your favorite instrument?" you ask Rosé, running your hands on her hair and giving her another hot kiss. "Yes, baby," she answers. "No, I know what your real favorite instrument is, and you're going to be playing with it again as soon as it gets hard," you tell her, pointing to your cock.

You quickly dominate Rosé, pinning her against the piano. Her ass hits some kiss, making a disjointed sound come out of it. You kiss her midriff and navel, before slowly moving down to her pussy, as she kits the keys once again. You finger her cunt, making Rosé squirt all over her piano keyboard. "We are making the song right now," you tell her as she moans and you enjoy more sounds of her body hitting the piano keys.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," you tell Rosé, who quickly follows, stroking your cock and soon getting it hard as she gives you another perfect boss chair blowjob by the piano. She enthusiastically moves her head all over your shaft, enjoying tasting her juices all over it and cleaning the remnants of cum still on it after you burst into her kitchen. She sensually moves up your torso, licking it softly before whispering a few words in your ear.

"Come to my room," Rosé tells you. She leads you to her bedroom for the first time, opening the door and quickly lying on her bed. You get on top of her as she wraps your arms around you, your naked bodies bumping against each other. You kiss her perky tits and lick her neck, passionately making love with her, slowly moving around her body, licking it from her belly all the way to her mouth.

Despite all the hard fucking you gave her, Rosé shows strength and flips things around, getting on top of you as she starts grinding on your shaft. "I need more of it," she says, rubbing it against the entrance of her pussy, already pushing you to the edge. "Don't cum again, baby boy, I need this cock to be at its best form," she tells you, who sucks her tits as a way to deal with her folds moving around your shaft.

Rosé keeps rubbing and grinding her pussy around your shaft until she gives you one command for the first time ever in a meeting between both of you.

"I need you to meet me in my ass," Rosé tells you as she gets herself in a spooning position. You promptly slide your cock in her asshole. "Oh yeah," she says as you go very slow, giving her time to adjust as you take your big fat cock in her ass for the first time. You finger her pussy, giving her very slow thrusts as she sexily moans. "Can you take it?" you ask her. "Yeah, baby, please, give it to me," she answers.

As Rosé gives you a positive answer, you move a little faster inside her asshole. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams, your arms wrapped around her. You grab her neck and whisper dirty words in her ear. "Take it, slut," you tell her. "FUCK," she screams as your cock hits her ass harder. "You asked for it, now there is no going back," you tell her.

"OH YEAHHHH," Rosé continues to scream. You put her at a pearly gates position, thrusting up her asshole while fingering her cunt. Her body shakes as she gets anally. "YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps screaming as you ragdoll her, groping her tits as you exert your full domination over her body. The blonde just closes her eyes, slowly adjusting to your cock pounding her ass.

"DON'T STOP BABY, FUCK THAT ASS, AHHHHH, SHITTT" Rosé screams as she tries to deal with your pounding. "GOD IT'S SO FUCKING BIG IN MY ASS," she keeps screaming. You give her a little pause, letting her kiss you and giving Rosé some time to recover as she strokes your throbbing cock while you two share kisses.

You suck Rosé's perky tits as she can't seem to stop jerking your cock off. "I'm gonna take it at full strength in my ass," she promises. All your blood rushes to your shaft as she deepthroats it and lubes it for her ass. Unable to wait for longer, you put her on all fours and shove it back up her butt. Rosé opens her mouth, but no words come out of it, her trying the hardest to take your cock deep in her ass.

"HMMMMM," Rosé finally moans, rolling her eyes as your cock digs deeper into her butt. You don't give her any mercy, attacking her butthole at full speed as you firmly grab her ass for a better grip. "HMMMM YES," Rosé moans as your cock repeatedly hits her all the way deep in her ass.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, Rosie," you tell her, pulling out a little and tonguing her asshole to spread it out. "Even your asshole smells like roses," you tell her.

"Turn around and suck that cock, I need it to get wetter for that tight little asshole," you tell Rosé, who promptly follows, sucking your cock on all fours as you stand up on the side of the bed. "Fuck, you're so eager for that cock," you tell her. Rosé gets on her knees and kisses you, but keeps stroking your cock, never losing sight of it.

"Don't stop, don't fucking stop, stroke that cock, such a good girl," you tell her as your kisses get hotter and hotter. After a long stroking session, Rosé lies on the bed, spreading her legs and commanding you to take full control of her. "Pound that ass until it's sore," she commands.

You follow her instructions and put your cock back in Rosé's ass. You look at her right in the eye, Rosé fingering her pussy while you suck her toes and pound her ass. "OHHHHH," she moans softly, you now also groping her tits and making her slim body shake at every thrust. "AHHHHH," she moans, closing her legs and letting you fully take her ass, so out of breath she can't even moan, closing her eyes and covering her face with a pillow as you stretch her butthole to the fullest.

"Show me that beautiful face, baby girl," you tell her as you slow down and remove the pillow from Rosé's head. "Take it, baby, take it all the way deep in my ass, ahhhh," she moans. You kiss Rosé's nack, her eyes rolling as you give her the next command.

"Can you sit on it?" you ask Rosé. "I'll do my best, it's so big," she answers, moving on top of you to take on that thick pole. You, however, quickly hit her with fast thrusts, not giving her any room to adjust. "AHHHH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams again, tilting her body in your direction as you destroy her ass. "OHHHH YEAHHHH, FUCKKKK, AHHHHHHH," Rosé screams.

"Come on you fucking blonde slut, take it all the way," you tell Rosé, groping her tits and letting her take control of the ride. "Don't stop, don't stop, ride it," you tell her, bringing her face closer to you and kissing her as Rosé almost collapses. "You're so beautiful, baby girl," you tell her.

You and Rosé share more kisses, her more needier than ever. She bounces fast on your cock, trying to prove herself. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans. "Come on, come come on, bounce on that dick," you tell her.

But Rosé is completely exhausted, she jerks your cock off while you finger her pussy, making her wet until she squirts all over her bedsheets. "AHHHHH, FUCK," she screams as the juices erupt from her cunt. You worship her body, kissing it from top to bottom, massaging her belly as she tries to find any way to breathe.

"Please baby, give me all that cum, cover my face, show you own me," Rosé tells you, diving to suck your cock and taste her flower-smelling butthole. She gives it a hard stroke with both hands, ready to make you burst at any second.

"Show me that pretty face, make me cover it full of my cum, don't stop jerking it off," you tell Rosé, who sticks her tongue out, panting as she licks the tip of your cock. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ready, oh fuckkkk," you tell her as you start jizzing all over Rosé's pretty face, not stopping until over 10 shots come out of your cock.

You look at Rosé's cum-covered face. "You look so beautiful, my number one girl," you tell her, catching your cum with your fingers and feeding it for Rosé to swallow. "So tasty, my number one cock," she tells you.

"I have to go," you tell Rosé, getting dressed back again. "I'll miss you, that was amazing," she answers back.

"But don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow for your birthday."

[specialgradefckr]

nerd!gojo is so cute! please give him a kiss on the cheek for me.

you stare at the note you found in your locker. it's written in glittery purple ink, which only adds to the insult.

gojo, "cute"??? give him a kiss on the cheek???

like an ill omen summoned by its name, a terrible presence looms over your shoulder, "watcha got there?"

"hate mail." you say dispassionately as you quickly shove gojo away.

when you face him, you see gojo's face change - smooth features and rounded eyes hardening into anger.

"hate mail?" gojo frowns, "in your locker? who would send that?!"

"you want a list?" comes geto's snarky voice. "she's kind of a bitch."

you shoot him a glare, but gojo speaks before you can.

"don't talk about her like that."

the room feels a little bit colder. since when did gojo sound so... mean?

"i'm just saying," geto says, shrugging, "you'd know better than anyone, she's always on your ass."

"yeah, my ass," gojo turns to you, a pout on his face, "you're not bullying other people, are you? i don't have any other bullies."

only satoru gojo could get into an argument this stupid.

"no," you drone, "your drain on my time and attention is uncontested."

rather than being ashamed of this, gojo looks absolutely tickled.

even when you punch him in the shoulder, his good mood is undampened.

"nerd," you grouse, stalking off to your next class, which gojo naturally follows.

it sucked being in the same classes as him, but at least it meant you could get his help. he really is a huge nerd. all those hours you put into it, and he seems to understand everything effortlessly.

the class feels like it takes hours. you pay diligent attention, take so many notes, and somehow, gojo comes out of it completely chipper.

you're left in peace for a few blessed minutes afterwards as he bolts out of the room for some reason or another.

is he finally starting to fear you as his bully? took him long enough -

"here!" pressed into your hands, your favorite snack from the campus vending machine.

gojo smiles at you, that big, boyish smile that makes him look extra stupid. "sorry i messed up last time."

you don't know what comes over you. maybe it's pure delirium brought on by hunger. or the joy from having something nice to eat.

maybe it's a new form of torture, humiliating him by making him endure a kiss from his bully.

it's just a kiss on the cheek. it's whatever.

he stands there, still, face completely red, blue eyes wide in shock. gojo looks even dumber than usual, which shouldn't even be possible.

you fan your face for a moment as you turn to leave.

"come on, you idiot. we've got a test to study for."

gojo whistles some unbelievably stupid tune, practically skipping the whole way to the library.

"i can't believe it! she kissed me on the cheek!!! a real kiss!" "uh-huh." "don't uh-huh me, suguru, it was REAL! anyways, it all makes sense now. she was just hangry. no wonder she shoved me into a locker. it's my fault for not taking better care of her..." "would you listen to me if i reminded you that you're not dating and this is all pure delusion?" "not dating yet." "so a no, then," suguru says, rolling his eyes as he returns to his work. satoru's already finished with the homework and scrolling through his text message history with you, no doubt spamming you again with memes or pictures or just remarks. but you haven't blocked him yet, have you? suguru smiles to himself, closing his notebook, tucking away a shimmering violet pen.

[lnfours]

focal point ☆ chapter 6 | l.n

summary: 'she was like a shot of espresso' - andrew garfield (but also lando norris)

warnings: art student!reader, best friend/college student!oscar, college student!lando, slight enemies to lovers!au, slight grumpy x sunshine, language, finally finding out who lily's chem guy is (!!!!!), fluff to the max for our lovebirds (we're finally getting somewhere)

message from jordan: 2 chapters in one week?? who am i??? also life without f1 is so boring can we put these cars on track already 😩😩😩

series masterlist | listen to the playlist

"can you sit still for just five seconds?"

"i am!" he laughed softly, now used to the way your hands had repositioned his head to go back to the pose he had been holding.

"well, try harder." you laughed back at him, causing him to shake his head. the two of you had been at this for about two hours now, the room filled with giggles, small talk, and the low music playing from his laptop.

"let's take a break, yeah?"

you nodded, "yeah, sounds good."

you placed your project down and are taking it in for a moment. you were proud of the outcome you had so far. it was looking far better than you had imagined it to be.

but nearing the end of your project, and nearing the date of his econ exam made an unsettling feeling arise. were the two of you just going to stop hanging out after all this? when you both got what you wanted?

you used to pray for that day to come quick, but now you didn't want it to come at all.

you stretched out on the mattress, letting out a soft sigh as your body loosened from the previous position you had been sitting in for far too long. he leaned over to check the time on his phone, "you hungry? i can order us something,"

you hummed, hugging a pillow against your chest, laying on your tummy, "'m down for whatever."

"pizza?" he asked and when you twisted your face he hummed, "mm, thai? italian?”

“you like sushi?” you asked and the face you received as an answer, let’s just say he was more than offended. you laughed as he looked at you like you had three heads, “i’ll take that as a ‘no�� then?”

“it’s an ‘absolutely fucking not’,” he laughed with you, “you like eating raw fish? what’s wrong with you?”

“have you ever even tried it?” you asked, a small amusing smile on your face.

“i know i don’t like fish, so no need to try it.”

“what about the ones with crab? or shrimp?”

“yeah, but they’re near a fish!”

“oh my god,” you laughed, “okay, fine, sushi is off the table.”

the two of you went back and forth trying to decide what to order before finally settling on something as he placed the order on his phone.

"wait! let me grab my card," you said, leaning over the mattress with your torso hanging off as you fished around for your wallet inside your bag.

"no, i've got it," he replied.

"you paid for our breakfast last time!" you huffed, sitting back up with your card in hand, but he wouldn't take it no matter how many times you tried to shove it in his hand, "just take my card."

you watched as he tapped on his phone with a smirk, clearly not listening to you. when you tried to take the phone away from him, he just kept lifting it higher out of your reach, which made you pout and fold your arms.

accepting defeat was something you weren't necessarily fond of.

you hadn't noticed the fact that your legs had managed to straddle his hips, or the fact that his free hand was holding onto your hip, fingers pressing into the slightly exposed skin due to your t-shirt riding up in effort to get the phone from him.

he smiled and placed the phone down on the mattress, "should be here soon,"

"at least let me venmo you," you sighed and he shook his head.

"don't want your money."

"lando,"

"okay, fine, how about you get my coffee the next time we study. how's that?"

you nodded, satisfied with the fact that he let you pay for something, even if it was just for his double shot of espresso over ice.

you bit down on your bottom lip, now fully aware how awkward the position you were in was. he was trying not to think about it, too. sure, maybe he was looking way too hard for way too long at the features on your face, but he couldn't help it. you were the most beautiful thing on earth to him.

you were like a shot of espresso or being bathed in sunlight. he hadn't really believed in love at first sight until he met you.

"you have an eyelash," he gestured to your cheek. you reached up to wipe it away, but he chuckled softly and shook his head.

"missed it," he said, gently reaching up to your cheek, "'ve got it,"

your breathing slowed as he swiped his thumb against your cheek gently, holding out his thumb to you instead of just shaking off the eyelash like normal. you sent him a confused look.

"make a wish,"

you hummed, thinking of something to wish for. all that you could think of was him. the same guy who unexpectedly plagued your mind and took over your dreams.

now he was taking over your wishes.

you gently blew on the eyelash, laughing softly after. you had realized his hand never fell back to his side, instead it reached out to your cheek cautiously.

you leaned into his touch, smiling down at him which got you one of those smiles that made your heart clench in return. no matter how many times he had smiled at you, each time it made you giddy inside.

"y/n," his voice was low, scared to speak up, almost like it would startle you if he spoke above a whisper.

god, you loved the way he said your name.

"yeah?"

"please tell me you feel this too," he said, his eyes searching yours for any sign to be a silent tell that you've been wanting this as long as he has, as much as him, "whatever this is between us."

you nodded, "i do,"

a soft breath of relief came from his nose, but the tension was still thick enough to cut through with a knife, "can i kiss you?"

you nodded again, whispering back to him, "please."

he didn't waste a single second after, his lips meeting yours. he poured every single ounce of pining and longing as he could into the kiss and you reciprocated it right back.

you hummed when he pulled you closer against his body, leaving no room for air between the two of you, your hands wrapping around his neck and playing with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. the same ones you had imagined running your fingers through.

you only pulled away due to the lack of air in your lungs, the both of you smiling against each other's lips and your noses bumping.

"'ve been wanting to do that for so long." he mumbled and you giggled, smiling so hard you were sure your cheeks were going to hurt by the end of the night.

you brushed over his now wild curls, flattening them out with your fingers. you bit down on your lower lip, stopping yourself from laughing at the fact the curls only got wilder, "i might've just made it worse,"

he shrugged, shaking his head with not a single care in the world, his lips coming back to brush against yours, "don't care,"

you laughed into his lips, kissing him once more. and again. and maybe again.

and so many times you lost count.

that was, until the door to the apartment closing made the two of you seperate. the slam of the door was followed by a pair of familiar voices.

"oscar?" you asked, you and lando listening to the conversation in the other room.

he nodded, "yeah, but i can barely hear the other person."

then there was a laugh, a laugh you could've recognized anywhere. the high-pitched noise was engraved in your brain and it only belonged to one person.

you hit his shoulder and he raised an eyebrow, "what? he's just invited a girl over?"

"not just a girl," you said, "we called it! at the diner the other day!"

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, clearly not following what you were saying.

until, it all clicked.

"oh, no way!" he said and you nodded.

"it's lily!"

[hyperfocusthusly]

Hold me tight

@bucktommyfluffebruary - Day 10 prompt ‘sleepy cuddles’

Notes: established relationship, domestic fluff | rated: G | words: 629

[Read on A03]

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As soon as Tommy stepped through the door Buck knew he needed some looking after. Their messages had been superficial during Tommy’s 24 hour, mostly letting Buck know when he was in and out of the station, which had been often. His own shift had been long, but not as strenuous.

So, when Tommy had text him to let him know that he was on his way home, three hours later than scheduled, Buck had put a casserole into the oven to heat up. It was quick, easy and safe, something he thought Tommy would need after such a long, active shift.

There’s no sound of movement after the door clicks shut so Buck goes out into the hallway. He finds Tommy sat on the hallway bench with his head resting against the wall, eyes shut. Buck goes over to him and runs a hand through his damp hair, he must have had a shower at the station before heading home.

Tommys eyes flicker open and he gives Buck a tired smile. He leans forward and rests his head on Buck’s thigh, a small contented noise slipping out as Buck’s fingers keep carding through his hair.

“-m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.” He mumbles into the fabric of Buck’s jeans. Buck chuckles,

“We can’t have that, at least not before you’ve eaten something.”

Tommy sits for a moment longer, trying to summon the energy to stand. As much as he would love to fall asleep immediately, he can’t deny that he is hungry.

“Smells good.”

“Casserole, I thought something easy would be good. Come on, I need to take it out the oven.” Buck slips an arm around Tommy’s waist and helps him to stand, they go into the kitchen together. Tommy lets out a yawn as Buck deposits him in a chair at the table and goes to serve dinner. He puts down a steaming bowl in each of their places and sits.

“Thank you.”

“No problem darling, eat up and then we can get you to bed okay?”

They eat in companionable quiet, only broken as Buck fills Tommy in on the day’s calls. Finally their plates are cleared and Tommy heads upstairs to change while Buck loads the dishwasher.

He digs out a fresh sleep shirt and boxers, changes quickly and brushes his teeth. It’s earlier than he would normally go to bed, but he is exhausted. Although he feels bad for ditching so early in the evening, staying downstairs will only mean a half nap and a sore neck.

He almost runs straight into Buck as he leaves the bathroom. Fortunately Buck is awake enough to catch them both before they go crashing into the nearest wall.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be coming up.” Buck frowns a little as they make their way over to the bed.

“Why not?”

“You wanted to watch that documentary tonight, didn’t you?

“Yeah, but we’ve got the next 48 hours off, I’m sure I can watch it another time. Besides-” he slides into the bed next to Tommy, pulling him over until his head is resting on Buck’s chest, one arm draped across his waist. “-I wouldn’t miss my Tommy time for any documentary.” He feels Tommy smile against his skin, the soft tickle of his eyelashes getting slower and slower as he starts to drift off.

“-m glad you came up.” His voice so soft that Buck almost misses it, the quiet sincerity pulls at his heart. Buck lifts one hand to thread their fingers together and traces the other in gentle lines up and down Tommy’s back.

“Me too.” He presses a kiss to the top of Tommy’s head.

“Now go to sleep love, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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[goshikisbaee]

Spending Valentine’s Day With Haikyuu Characters (part 2)

content: Fluff

[ Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Hoshiumi, Sakusa ]

———

ATSUMU MIYA

Valentine’s Day with Atsumu is equal parts romantic and chaotic. You wake up to a voice message instead of a text—“Mornin’, sweetheart! Hope yer ready for the best Valentine’s Day ever.” —followed by another message: “PS: I got ya something. Hope ya like it.”

When he picks you up, he’s got a smug grin and a ridiculous amount of confidence. “Look at ya, lookin’ all pretty for me,” he teases, handing you a wrapped box. Inside? Something sweet—maybe jewelry, maybe a plushie—but knowing him, it’s something he absolutely bragged about picking out. “Knew ya’d love it. I got good taste.”

Dinner is at a fancy restaurent (because of course he wants to spoil you), and he spends half the time flirting shamelessly and the other half showing off. “D’ya see the way the waiter looked at us? Yeah, they know we’re the best looking couple here.”

But beneath all the cocky teasing, there’s so much love in his eyes. At some point, he reaches across the table and grabs your hand, rubbing small circles against your skin. “I know I joke around a lot, but… I mean it when I say yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

At the end of the night, he pulls you close, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Happy Valentine’s Day babe. Hope ya didn’t think this was a one-time thing—yer stuck with me forever.” And with that, he kisses you senseless.

OSAMU MIYA

Valentine’s Day with Osamu is effortlessly sweet—he’s not flashy like his brother, but everything he does feels natural and full of warmth. You wake up to a simple text: “Happy Valentine’s, darlin’. Don’t make plans. I got ya covered.”

When he picks you up, he hands you a neatly packed bento box. “Made it myself,” he says casually, like it’s no big deal—but when you open it, it’s perfectly arranged with all your favorites. There’s even a tiny note tucked inside: “Eat up. Don’t want ya starvin’ on our date.”

Instead of a crowded restaurant, he takes you somewhere cozy—a quiet picnic, a drive to a scenic overlook, or even just a lazy day in, watching movies with homemade food. He’s the type to pull you close while you eat, resting his chin on your head like it’s second nature.

At some point, he just looks at you, soft and thoughtful. “Kinda crazy, huh?” he murmurs, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Never thought I’d be the type to get all sappy over a day like this.” Then, with a small grin, he adds, “Guess ya got me wrapped around your finger, huh?”

Before you part ways, he pulls you in for a slow, lingering kiss and murmurs against your lips, “Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart. Hope ya know I plan on spoilin’ ya like this every year.”

SHINSUKE KITA

Valentine’s Day with Kita is quiet, steady, and deeply thoughtful. He’s not one for over-the-top gestures, but everything he does is filled with intention. You wake up to a simple text: “Happy Valentine’s Day. Be ready at 5.” No unnecessary fluff—just a promise.

When he picks you up, he hands you a neatly wrapped gift, something practical yet meaningful—maybe a high-quality scarf because “it’s gettin’ colder, and I don’t want ya catchin’ a cold.” He won’t admit how long he spent picking it out, but the slight pink dusting his ears gives him away.

Your date is simple yet perfect—he takes you to a quiet countryside café, where the conversation is easy, and the atmosphere is peaceful. He listens intently to everything you say, nodding occasionally as he sips his tea. When you tease him about not being overly romantic, he just hums, setting his cup down.

“I don’t need fancy words or big gestures to show ya how much I care,” he says, looking at you with calm certainty. “I’d rather prove it, every day, in the little things.”

At the end of the night, he walks you home, his hand resting securely on your lower back. Before you go, he tilts your chin up gently and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s, darlin’,” he murmurs. “I hope ya know—you’ll always have my heart.”

KORAI HOSHIUMI

Valentine’s Day with Hoshiumi Korei is full of charm and excitement. You wake up to a text that’s as energetic and lively as he is: “Happy Valentine’s Day!! Hope you’re ready for an amazing day because I’m definitely ready!!” His enthusiasm is infectious, and you can’t help but feel excited for the day ahead.

When he picks you up, he’s grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing with energy. He hands you a gift that’s quirky and fun—maybe a little plushie or something that reflects his playful side. “I thought this was perfect for you!” he says, looking proud of his choice. He’s always got a way of making even the smallest gifts feel special.

The day is filled with adventure, and he’s all about making things fun. Whether it’s going to a lively spot in the city, trying out something new together, or just being spontaneous, he makes sure every moment is filled with excitement. His infectious energy and constant jokes keep you laughing all day. You can tell he’s enjoying every second, and his bright smile only makes everything feel that much better.

Dinner is at a place that matches his upbeat personality—something vibrant, with lots of good food and laughter. He insists on ordering something extravagant, just because he wants to make sure the day feels memorable. “I’m treating you to the best tonight!” he says, even though you’re just happy to be there with him.

As the day winds down, he’s still full of energy but takes a quiet moment to look at you with that genuine, softer expression he doesn’t often show. “Thanks for making today so much fun,” he says, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m really glad I got to spend Valentine’s Day with you.”

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

Valentine’s Day with Sakusa is quiet, sincere, and unexpectedly thoughtful. You wake up to a message from him: “Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope it’s a good one.” Simple, to the point, but it makes you smile because you know it’s from the heart.

When he picks you up, he’s dressed impeccably, his usual cool, composed demeanor in full effect. He hands you a gift, carefully wrapped in sleek paper—nothing too extravagant, but clearly something he put thought into. “I thought you might like this,” he says, his voice calm but sincere. Inside, it’s something you’ve mentioned in passing, a small token that shows he listens and remembers the little details.

The day unfolds at a relaxed pace. You grab coffee at a quiet café where Sakusa doesn’t say much, but his presence is steady and comforting. He listens intently as you talk, giving you his full attention without the distractions of the outside world. There’s no need for grand gestures with him—his way of showing affection is through those small, meaningful moments.

As the day goes on, he keeps it simple, suggesting a walk through a park or a visit to a bookstore, where he’s content to simply be with you. You both enjoy the peace and quiet, just the two of you, no need for unnecessary words or attention. In these moments, you realize how much he values your presence.

As the night winds down, he quietly pulls you in for a hug, the usual distance between you two momentarily gone. “I’m glad we spent today together,” he murmurs. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” And with that, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, a quiet, genuine expression of affection that speaks volumes.

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[abyssalwavezz]

ok since caleb is back i NEEDDDD to see him and zayne interact and they have like a rivalry since they’re all childhood friends in case infold doesn’t give it to me idk how it would work tho but i trust you

Fire and Ice

Author's note: I really almost went a very dark romance direction with this, but it would've needed to be multiple parts and Caleb would've been like a villain, so I did my best to condense it into a single chapter uwu plus, this is my first LADS fic, so I am really getting a feel for the characterization and what kind of storylines I want to write after so long of not writing fics.

Contains: College AU! Zayne x MC/YN x Caleb love triangle (except MC doesn't really like Caleb back) where Zayne ultimately wins over MC teehee, shameless cameos of the other boys because I can, and several time skips because yeah <3

Warnings: cursing I guess? and Caleb being kind of a creep lol but we all know he is one canonically anyway, and also this wasn't proofread because who has time for that

Word Count: 3,743

Class started at 9:00 today just like it did every other day. Today though, you were late. And of course, it was an exam day.

You jumped out of bed as soon as you realized it was 8:41. Could you get ready and make it across campus in 20 minutes?

Only one way to find out.

Had you looked at your phone, you would've realized that a certain someone had been trying to message you. But he was unable to since your phone was on DND. You were too busy throwing on clothes and making yourself look presentable to think about anything else, anyway.

Once you had an outfit on and had somewhat cleaned yourself up, you glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:53...shit.

On a good day, it took about 10 minutes to walk to this class. Today, you would have to run there in 7. If only you hadn't skipped running the mile for gym...

You grabbed your bag, keys, and phone (that you still hadn't looked at) before running out the door.

However, something very sturdy and tall stopped you halfway down the hallway.

"Oof," you grunted as you came into contact with this tall, sturdy thing.

Turns out, it was a person. The person who had been trying to text you all morning.

"Caleb! What the hell?"

You looked up at him in frustration.

"I'm trying to get to class! The one you should be in too? We have an exam!"

Caleb, who still hadn't actually spoken, only laughed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He clicked a few things on the screen before turning it towards you.

It showed an email from your professor to your class, letting you all know that he was sick and that both class and the exam was cancelled.

It took you a few seconds to decide if you were happy or upset about the situation. Ultimately, you decided you were happy.

"If your phone hadn't been on 'Ignore Caleb Mode,' this could've been avoided," he chuckled out, putting his own phone back in his pocket.

You finally got yours out and noticed that you had, in fact, missed three texts and four calls from Caleb.

The most recent one though, wasn't from Caleb. It was from Zayne. Just reading his name on your phone made your heart skip a beat.

"You wanna go get breakfast or something?" Caleb asked, snapping you away from your Zayne-themed thoughts.

Your eyes met his excited ones, but it only took him a second to realize what your answer would be.

"Come onnnn," he groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "Your next class isn't until 12 and mine is at 12:30. You got some big plans or something?"

You hesitated. You weren't sure how much you should tell Caleb. He could be a bit funny about things sometimes.

"I...I told Zayne I would meet him for coffee after our class. Which has now been cancelled, so he texted me asking if I wanted to meet him earlier instead."

Caleb grew silent, whatever was left of his initial hopeful expression now nonexistent.

"Oh...I see. Forgot he was in our class too."

"Caleb, come on. How about I have dinner with you to make up for it? Whatever happened with you two anyway? We all used to be great friends."

He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking at the floor halfheartedly.

"Don't worry about it. Go have fun, I won't get in the way."

With that, Caleb walked away.

~

You sighed as you swirled the last bit of your now cold coffee around the bottom of the mug.

"And so then he just walked away," you said quietly, still not sure what you did to deserve that from Caleb.

You looked up at the dark-haired man in front of you.

Zayne hadn't said much yet, he was just listening to you go on and on. But this really wasn't out of the ordinary for you two.

"Never mind that! Tell me about your day so far Zayne. I have really been yapping since we sat down."

Zayne lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile, breathing slightly through his nose before raising his mug to his lips for a drink, and then setting it back down.

"I wouldn't call it yapping. I enjoy listening to you speak, and it sounds like you had an eventful day right from the start."

Your face burned slightly from Zayne's words, and you prayed he didn't notice.

"But my day before now really only consisted of some early morning studying, if you really wanted to know."

You chuckled a bit and raised your eyebrow playfully at Zayne.

"Future Dr. Zayne needs to study? We should all feel a little better about ourselves then!"

Zayne shook his head at your comment, in the way he always does when he thinks something is funny but doesn't want to show it and give you the satisfaction.

"Everyone would benefit from studying. Some of us...more than others," he said so only you could hear, glancing at the farthest corner of the cafe.

You followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at.

At the table in the corner was the well-known quiet kid, Xavier. His head was down on the top of the table in its usual position, and even from where you were sitting you could hear his signature snores.

What was really funny though, was not Xavier, but something else.

There were three people sitting across from him at another table with their phones out, taking pictures of him sleeping. Their stifled laughs and giggles were infectious, and you realized it was the class clown group of Sylus and his two sidekicks, Luke and Kieran. They truly were always getting into trouble or causing it.

You snorted and quickly covered your mouth and nose with both hands, hoping no one heard it. But of course Zayne did, and even he had to laugh quietly.

After the moment passed and it got quiet again, you decided to ask Zayne the real question that had been on your mind. The same one you asked Caleb a couple of hours ago.

"So... what did happen between you two? There must have been something."

Zayne stared into his dry coffee mug, pushing his glasses up slightly with the tip of his index finger.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to, (Y/N)."

"You know what I'm talking about. Caleb? The three of us used to have so much fun together as kids. Then when we started college together, everything got so tense a few weeks into the first semester."

"There are some things that you don't know, and it would be better if it remained that way. At least...for now."

You knew not to push Zayne. And you did trust him, so you decided to leave it alone for the moment.

Hopefully you would get to the bottom of it, sooner or later.

~

The two of you had stayed at the cafe much longer than you meant to. So you decided to go through the to-go lunch line before Zayne walked you to your next class.

You wondered if Zayne knew how you felt at times like these. Of course he was smart, but was he able to tell how you truly felt about him? What would he think? What would he say, if he knew? There's no way he would feel the same, so would he at least still want to be your friend?

Stupid.

Once Zayne had gotten his food as well, he turned towards you but stopped before he moved any closer.

"(Y/N), don't move."

You clicked your tongue in fake annoyance and put your hands on your hips, putting all your weight onto one side as you glared at Zayne.

"Why? Is there a big spider on me or something?"

"Yes."

"What?"

You immediately froze, your bag of food falling to the ground with a slight plop noise. Then you screamed and flailed your hands around, trying to brush off whatever spawn of Satan was on you.

In the commotion, you lost your balance, and fell backwards, colliding with another person. Whoever it was broke your fall, at least.

"Ouch, my hand!" the person whined underneath you.

As quickly as you could, you got up onto your feet and saw a big brown spider on the floor, scurrying away from the scene.

Huh, so Zayne really was telling the truth.

Snapping back to reality, you bent down with your hand outstretched to help the purple haired boy up.

"I am so sorry. It's Rafayel, right? Is your hand okay?"

Rafayel groaned and rubbed his right hand with his left before making eye contact with you.

"No thanks to you. I need my hands for painting, you know."

Rafayel bent over to pick up his bookbag that had fallen down, and then shot you another look.

"But I suppose that spider was a fearsome creature. You're forgiven."

Before you could apologize again, he turned on his heel and marched away.

Blinking rapidly, you stood up straight and scanned the cafeteria. As you made eye contact with people, they looked away away in a hurry. All except Zayne, who stood holding your forgotten bag of food.

"Shut up, Zayne."

"But I didn't say anything."

~

Classes were now over for the day, and you thought it was strange that you hadn't seen Caleb anymore. Usually, he was waiting outside your classrooms whenever he could, almost like he had your schedule memorized and watched you from a distance somehow. To be honest, you wouldn't put it past him. He had always been super protective of you, which you appreciated. But sometimes, it could be a bit much. Especially as you have gotten older, and are starting to feel differently and do more things on your own.

Did Caleb...like you? Is that why he has been like that? Or was he just being the best friend he could be for you?

Nah, no way he liked you. You guys were just really good friends, and had been for years. That was enough for you.

Zayne, on the other hand, often had your emotions and thoughts in a knot. You couldn't put your finger on when exactly, but you had fallen for him as more than just a friend, and you thought about him often.

Would his lips be as cold as his hands usually were?

You shook your head, trying to shake the thought itself from your brain. No sense in getting too deep. Zayne was here for school and to become a doctor. And he could have anyone he wanted, so why on Earth would that person be you?

You decided to take a walk before it got too dark. After all, it would be nice to be by yourself for a bit since the day had been so chaotic so far.

Glancing out the window of your room, you tried to plan the route you would walk. But when you did, you noticed someone duck behind the bushes nearby.

What the hell?

Now curious about who was watching you in your own room, you decided to go around the back of your dorm building to try and catch whoever it was.

Once you were outside, you crouched a bit and tried to come around the corner of the building as quietly as possible. You took each step with a sense of purpose, willing the person to still be there. The bushes were now only a few steps away.

In a flash, you lunged, separating the bushes with your hands to find out who the creep was. But there was no one there.

Defeated, you plopped down onto the grass, trying to decide if you even wanted to go for a walk anymore.

"Whatcha doing down there on the ground?" a familiar voice behind you asked.

"Caleb!"

You stood up excitedly and clasped your hands together.

Caleb bent down to your eye-level and smiled, his usual sparkle back in his gaze.

"Were you lookin' for something?"

You shook your head, looking back over at the disheveled bush.

"No, it was really weird. I thought someone was watching me from the bushes right there. It's right underneath my window. I was gonna punch them in the mouth!"

Caleb coughed.

"Yeah, that is really weird. Anyway, wanna grab dinner soon? You offered, after all."

"Oh, sure! It's gonna get dark soon anyway, so no time for a walk after all."

You walked with Caleb to the cafeteria in silence. Usually the two of you would be talking about random things, whether that be you trying to decide on a major or Caleb's newest model airplane he built. But today, it was nothing. And you didn't really like that.

"Caleb, do you care about me?"

Your sudden question startled him, the silence around you quickly dissipating. But he didn't miss a beat.

"Well, of course I do. It's about time you noticed! But why are you asking?"

"Because I feel like you're hiding something from me. And so is Zayne, and it really bothers me. Today was especially bothersome."

Caleb sighed, opening the door to the cafeteria for you.

"You really wanna know?"

"Yes! I miss the two of you getting along. We had some great times."

Caleb grabbed two empty lunch trays and handed you one. You mumbled a quick thanks as you watched his conflicted facial expression manifest.

"We just had a fight, okay? That's all. Sometimes that happens and people aren't friends anymore."

You weren't satisfied. You knew there was more to it after the way he reacted earlier when you told him you were meeting Zayne for coffee.

"You're still leaving something out."

"What, you wanna know what we fought about?"

"Yes! Maybe I can help."

Caleb shook his head, reaching for a serving spoon to get some rice.

"Hmm, I don't think so, (Y/N). Not this time. This isn't like when we argued over the last Popsicle in Grandma's freezer."

"Oh, come on. I'm not a little girl anymore. You don't have to hide things from me."

He gripped the next serving spoon tightly, causing the food on it to wobble slightly.

"I know you aren't a little girl anymore, and that's part of the problem. You don't need me as much anymore."

"Caleb," you groaned, "You know I still want you around, no matter what. I love you, you know?"

Caleb's head seemed to be on a swivel, as fast as he turned towards you.

"You do?"

"Well yeah! You're my best friend."

Caleb's face fell slowly, starting with his eyebrows and ending with his lips.

"Yeah, best friends love each other, I guess..."

You followed him out of line to the closest table where he flopped onto one of the seats.

"I don't understand, Caleb. You don't want me to love you?"

"He does, but not in the way you are referring to, (Y/N)," a male voice said from behind where you were sitting. A voice you knew very well.

"Zayne?" you gasped. "How did you know I was here?"

You turned away from Caleb to look at him fully. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and the expression on his face was completely unreadable.

"This is usually the time you eat dinner, and I was hoping I would find you here. I did some thinking after our conversation earlier and wanted to talk to you."

A sudden loud noise caused you to jump. Looking towards the sound, you saw Caleb's tight fist against the table, surrounded by stray grains of rice.

"You've got a lot of nerve comin' up to our table right now, Zayne."

"I suppose I have just as much nerve as someone who enjoys stalking women due to their own insecurities."

Caleb stood up from the table, attracting the eyes of other students sitting down for dinner.

"Um, guys. Maybe we should all go talk outside?"

You felt something cold against your hand, and then another on your cheek.

They were snowflakes from Zayne's Evol, melting against the heat of your flushed skin.

You quickly glanced at Zayne, who was completely focused on Caleb. He hadn't even realized that he was causing them to appear in his emotional state.

A few of them stuck to your eyelashes, but you quickly blinked them away, risking a look at Caleb.

He was just as focused on Zayne, his jaw set in place and his hands now gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.

"I think that's a great idea," Caleb spat, still not breaking eye contact with Zayne.

Without another word, he stomped towards the door, bumping Zayne's shoulder on the way by.

Though you hadn't moved, you felt out of breath as you finally met Zayne's eyes.

He was stoic, the anger he felt inside radiating off of him like a heatwave.

"Sorry about the snow," he said quietly.

You shook your head.

"What is going on? This is the first time the two of you have interacted in a long time, and it's already going to shit."

"He wants you all to himself, (Y/N). And that is just something I cannot abide."

"He what? Zayne, what-."

Before you could finish, he left to walk outside as well, taking the remaining snowflakes with him.

You ignored the onlookers and the mess left on your table before following after them.

Once you had them in your sights, you realized Caleb was getting in Zayne's face, challenging him to make a move.

Your walk turned into a run so you could catch up to them in the clearing that they were in behind the cafeteria. It seemed that they were in the middle of a new argument.

"...doesn't know what she wants. How would you know, nerd?"

"You aren't right for her, and you act strangely when it comes to her. What would any sane person think?"

Caleb was getting loud, but Zayne was speaking in his usual measured tone.

"What is going on?"

The boys froze, seeing that you had followed them outside. Caleb started to back away, and Zayne cleared his throat, moving to push up his glasses before realizing they weren't there.

"Explain yourselves. Now."

They didn't start talking right away. Instead, they took a step farther away from each other and stood silently.

"I mean it. You two are acting so damn weird. I don't deserve this."

Zayne sighed.

"She's right, Caleb."

Caleb crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I know."

Zayne started speaking first.

"When we first came here, Caleb and I had a conversation. About you."

You didn't say anything, in fear of causing them to change their minds about telling you.

"(Y/N), I was going to let you know that...that I felt a different way about you now than you might've expected. And I told Zayne about it, thinking he would support me."

"Except I found out about the...peculiar ways he chooses to look out for you and protect you. And I let him know that I strongly disapprove of his intentions."

Caleb glared at Zayne once more, and you shushed him when you saw that he was opening his mouth to fuss at Zayne.

"You follow me around to classes and stuff right? I figured. And I'm now guessing that was you in the bushes earlier?"

Zayne raised an eyebrow.

"I don't need you to watch over me like a hawk, Caleb. I am a grown up, a grown woman. And I can take care of myself."

His head lowered slightly, a hand meeting his neck to rub it awkwardly.

"I know it comes from an honest place in your heart, but I need you to stop. And..."

You hesitantly reached out to touch his arm.

"I'm sorry, but you're like my brother. I love you...in that way. Do you still want to be around me?"

Caleb sighed, laying a hand over top of yours.

"You can't get rid of me that easily. I will always be around. In whatever way you want, pipsqueak." Caleb flashed you a sad smile.

You let out a nervous chuckle, glad to see that he took it at least somewhat well. Never in your life would you have expected Caleb to have a crush on you. But you knew you didn't want to lose him, no matter what.

"Zayne..." Caleb said, turning away from you and letting his hand fall away, "I'm sorry, man."

"It's alright. I look forward to moving past this with you."

Caleb nodded without speaking, and then he walked away. You decided you wouldn't call out for him since he seemed like he needed some time alone.

That just left you with Zayne and the awkward space between you.

"Zayne..." you began.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something now?"

A glimmer of hope could be felt, deep within the pit of your stomach. You couldn't stop thinking about something Zayne had said a few moments ago, and though this might not be the best time, you figured it was as good a time as any. If Caleb could do it, so could you.

"Anything. And for what it's worth, I am sorry too. Our behavior was inexcusable."

"What exactly did you mean earlier? When you said he wanted me all to himself? I thought you were upset with him because he chose to look out for me in unique ways."

The edges of Zayne's ears turned red, and he placed a hand against his chin, refusing to look directly at you.

"Were you...jealous, too?"

Zayne remained still and quiet, not sure what to say next.

"Because I really like you. I have for a long time. And no, I know what you're thinking...I am not just saying that because of what happened tonight. Actually it kind of inspired me to tell you."

Something suddenly caused your eye to water. You rubbed it hurriedly, then pulled your hand away to see a trail of moisture run down your thumb. But not long passed before you figured out what it was, a white speck falling in front of your field of vision giving it away as it landed on your outstretched hand.

"I wouldn't call it jealousy but..."

You shivered slightly as the snowflakes turned into a small flurry.

"I knew he wasn't right for you. And...one can have hopes."

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⋆ ☆ Chloe price x 2000sbaddie!fem!reader gf

Warnings: Chloe price x fem reader, black!reader, 2000s, Chloe is a simple for the reader, fluff, reader is a baddie, wlw.

☆Chloe is down bad for you, and she doesn't even try to hide it at all. She didn't think she'd be the type to simp over someone so hard, but there she is, completely obsessed with you.

☆You are the baddest thing to ever walk into her life, and she knows it. Baby tees, low-rise jeans, fresh acrylic nails tapping on your phone screen, lip gloss always poppin' and a face card that never declines-yeah, Chloe never had a chance.

☆Your style is immaculate, and Chloe is constantly in awe. She'll sit back, arms crossed, biting her lips as she watches you put together an outfit like it's a runway show. She doesn't know how you always pull off the perfect look, but she respects the hell out of it

☆She's your biggest fan, Chloe hypes you up like it's her full-time job. The second she lays eyes on you, she's grinning, whistling, borderline drooling - it's ridiculous.

☆Damn, babe... you trying to kill me? Like, what am I even supposed to do when you look this good?

☆"No, seriously, how? How do you always eat like this? I'm conversation you sold your soul for this level of perfection."

☆If you take too long getting ready, she won't even complain. Instead, she'll be lounging on your bed, watching you like a lovesick idiot, head propped up on her hand. She eats this up.

☆"I could sit here and watch you all day... You're like a work of art, babe."

☆She's taking pictures of you ALL THE TIME.

☆She's got a whole album in her phone labeled "My Goddess" (yes, she's dramatic like that.)

☆She posts you on her story with captions like, "Life isn't fair. How am I supposed to function with this woman walking around looking like THAT?"

☆If you let her take Polaroid pictures of you, she'll stick them in her wallet, on her walls, and even inside her truck just to see your face everywhere.

☆She constantly brags about you constantly. You are her greatest flex, and she makes sure everyone knows.

☆She brings you up in conversations for no reason.

☆If Max or Rachel says literally anything, Chloe would be like,

☆"That reminds me - my girlfriend is so hot. Wanna see pictures?"

☆If you post a fire selfie, she's the first in the comments, typing out paragraphs about how insanely fine you are.

☆"Y'all see what I'm working with???? Y'all wish. Y'ALL WISH."

☆If someone randomly stares at you too long, Chloe is grinning like a smug bastard because, duh, of course they're staring. But they can look all they want - you're hers.

☆"They're just mad they could never pull someone like you. Can't blame 'em. I'd be sick, too."

☆She's obsessed with your style. Chloe loves how put together you always are. She can't relate, but she's obsessed with it.

☆Some days, you're Y2k baddie realness- velour tracksuits, tinted sunglasses, lips lined to perfection. Other days, you're in baggy jeans and a baby tee. Looking like you walked out of a 2003 music video. And no matter what you wear, Chloe is in the background, losing her mind over it.

☆At first, she acted like she didn't care about shopping, but now? She'll hold your bag, give outfit opinions, and even suggest pieces she thinks would look good on you.

☆"Okay, okay, what if we go for, like, the ultimate hot girl look? Low- rise jeans, one of those teeny little crop tops that show off your stomach? Ugh, I'm so fucking lucky."

☆If you do her makeup or hair, she's melting. Completely whipped!!

☆If you do a lil makeover, she's looking in the mirror like,

☆"Holy shit... You made me look so hot. How did you-?"

☆Chloe's possessive over you, but in the chillest way possible.

☆Chloe isn't subtle about claiming you.

☆Arm around your waist all times.

☆Hand on your thighs whenever you sit next to her.

☆If someone gets too comfortable around you, Chloe pulls you closer just to send a message.

☆"Yeah, babe, come sit on my lap- wait, you're already sitting? Okay, whatever, just be closer."

☆If someone tries to flirt with you, she's watching with the biggest smirk on her face. She's not jealous because she knows you're hers, but she loves watching people make a fool of themselves.

☆when you shut them down, she leans in, all smug, whispering,

☆"Damn, they really thought they had a shot? That's hilarious."

☆If you're ever upset, Chloe is ready to throw hands.

☆"Nah, who got you fucked up? Let's go, babe - I'll fight 'em right now."

☆She adores you, period. Chloe never thought she'd fall for you this hard, but here she is, completely wrapped around your finger.

☆She lives for your confidence. The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you own every room you step into - it drives her crazy in the best way possible.

☆She secretly writes about you in her journal. Filling pages with little doodles of your name, random thoughts about how much she loves your smile, and notes like,

☆"I have no idea how I got someone this perfect. Like, I genuinely think I won the lottery. What the fuck."

☆If she's ever feeling low, she'll scroll through her pictures of you, read your old texts, or just stare at you like a lovesick fool.

☆If you catch her, she'll smirk and shrug.

☆"What? I just like looking at my girl, sue me."

☆Overall, Chloe is your biggest fan, protector, hype woman, and personal simp, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[roxygen22]

Bus Stop (Part 4)

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Nic: Good morning

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand before you had even fully blinked the sleep from your eyes. A message from Nic was waiting for you. You giggled and kicked your feet in excitement as you held your phone to your chest. Last night wasn't just a dream, after all.

You: Morning!

Your fingers typed wildly.

You: You're quite the early bird.

Relunctantly tossing the warm covers away from your body, you got out of bed to start your morning routine, bringing your phone along so as to not miss anything. As you leaned over the sink to brush your teeth, you felt it vibrate on the tile counter. Just seeing his name on the screen made your heart beat a little faster.

Nic: I try to start the day with a run or bike ride. Just got back inside. Gotta hop in the shower and get ready for class. What time is your lunch break?

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him being soaked in sweat or lathered up in soap. Too soon, you cautioned yourself. Thank goodness he couldn't see you.

You: Usually at noon, unless a mtg runs long.

Nic: K. I'll give you a call on my way to the station, if that's OK?

You bit your lip. How to sound positive but not TOO eager...

You: Yes, please :)

The morning crawled and meetings droned on and on. Several times you caught yourself daydreaming, staring out the window or drawing abstract shapes on your paper instead of taking notes. As the clock ticked closer to noon, your knee bounced under your desk in nervous excitement, impatiently waiting for your phone to light up.

Like clockwork, your phone buzzed in your hand at 12:00 on the dot as you ran out to the rear courtyard for a semi-private spot to talk.

"You are quite punctual," you answered. Nic chuckled.

"I've been holding my phone in my hand just staring at it for a solid two minutes waiting for the right time. How has your day been?"

"Oh, [nervous laughter] I'm not exactly sure. I spent most of the morning off in la-la-land. I had a little trouble paying attention."

"Funny you should say that. I had the same problem in class."

"Oh, yeah? What were you thinking about?"

"You first," he teased.

"No, you."

"Alright, since we're not in person to settle this with rock-paper-scissors like mature adults, how about we both say it on three?"

You laughed. "Ok. I can appreciate a good compromise. 1...2...3..."

"You."/"Last night."

"Really?"/"Really?"

There was an awkward pause that was probably not as long as it felt. You broke the silence.

"I was stoked to see your message this morning. Confirmation that I didn't dream the whole thing up," you admitted.

"I haven't had a fun evening out like that in ages. I...I felt like- like you were just so easy to talk to."

"I had fun, too," you replied. "I, uh...I dreamed about that kiss. It's been - a while - since I've been kissed like that."

"Me, too."

"Dream or a long time since the last?"

"Both."

"Awwwww!" you vocalized. "Well, you don't have to wait that long again." Your boldness startled you, so you started backtracking in a panic. "I mean, if, uh, that's what you want. Because that's what I want. I mean...," you trailed off and groaned as you smacked your forehead with your palm. "I'm going to shut up now."

"Please don't," Nic replied. "It's adorable when you ramble when you're flustered."

"You do seem to have that effect on me." The tops of your ears burned with embarrassment at your admission.

He chuckled. "So I've noticed."

After a beat of silence, you asked, "So, just curious, how long has it been for you? It's been just over two years for me."

"Almost four years. I've been trying to work on feeling whole on my own before getting involved with someone again."

"Kudos for putting in that work on yourself. My ex did not. He projected a lot of pent-up baggage onto me. I've been on a break since. It was toxic and lasted longer than it should have, and I've been in no rush to get mixed up with the wrong person again.

"But now?" Nic eagerly implored.

"Nowwwwww I think I could be persuaded by the right person," you hinted.

"Ah, I see." He paused. "[Y/N], I...," he cleared his throat. "Do you like Italian food?"

Somewhat taken aback by the jarring transition, you stuttered, "Y-yeah, I love Italian." You worried that you threw him off by mentioning your ex. Maybe it was too much too soon?

"There's this great place near the bus stop where I usually get on at Lexington and 1st. I was thinking we could go get a bite to eat tomorrow after work?"

Whew. Maybe you didn't scare him off after all. "That sounds delicious. I'd love that."

"Great! I'll meet you at the bus stop and walk you over. But for now, you should probably actually eat something on your lunch break. I just made it to the news station and need to go get settled in."

You pulled the phone away from your face to check the time. You only had about 10 minutes left. "Alas, responsibilities befall us all. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow. Bye, [Y/N]."

"Bye, Nic."

You ended the call and stared down at the dark phone screen in your hand. The fading excitement felt like you were crashing from a sugar rush. You slowly got up from the bench and shuffled back inside to get your food.

Your coworkers were standing at the ready to interrogate you. They knew you generally hated talking on the phone, but this time, you were all smiles.

"Tell us all about him, honey," the receptionist, Henrietta, demanded. "We need some excitement around here."

"What? How did you...."

"Dear, you have lovesick written all over your face!"

You blushed hard. Before you knew it, you were encircled by colleagues rolling over in their desk chairs as you recounted spotting Nic on the bus and working up the courage to say hello, and how magical that first unexpected date and kiss were last night. Once they were done peppering you with questions and chairs were rolled back to desks, Henrietta came up to you and gave you a hug.

"I'm glad you are finally putting yourself back out there after that jerk, Matt. You deserve to find love again, and he sounds like a wholesome guy."

"Thanks, Etta." You patted her arm and gently squeezed. "Time for me to come down out of the clouds and get back to work, I guess."

Small text exchanges throught the rest of the day kept you going, but you craved to hear Nic's voice again. Tomorrow felt like forever away. You knew you'd need to distract yourself with a rare visit to the gym that evening to pass the time and wear yourself out.

You were walking to the bus stop after work when you felt your phone buzz in your bag. It was a long, repeated vibration - someone was calling you. You fumbled through the main section of the bag, cursing yourself for not putting your phone in the pocket it belonged for quick access. Once in hand, you stared at the screen. Nic?

"Hello?"

"Is now a bad time?"

"No, not at all. I just wasn't expecting to get to talk to you again today. I'm off work and walking to the bus. How was the rest of your day?"

"Not bad, but I have to say it definitely peaked at lunchtime. I wanted to hear your voice again."

You chuckled. "Same here. Sounds like you are walking, too."

"The meeting isn't far from the station, so I like to get more steps in if weather permits."

"Maybe your habits will rub off on me."

He didn't respond, but you could hear him breathing on the other end of the line.

"Getting up early routinely and going for a run, walking instead of taking the bus or taxi. I have a gym membership, but I'm the worst about actually going," you added.

"Oh," he replied, followed by anxious laughter. "Hey, I made it to the meeting spot. I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Ok. Have a good night!"

"Bye, [Y/N]."

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There was no message waiting for you the next morning. Trying not to think anything of it, despite the strange end to the last two conversations, and to keep things balanced, you decided to send one yourself to start things off.

You: Morning!

You had already made it to work and started on your case load before Nic responded with a simple "good morning" in return three hours later. You were elbow deep in paperwork and couldn't break away to message again until lunch, which was later than usual.

No additional texts. And no call. Desperately trying not to overthink, you reminded yourself that he said he would talk to you later, so there had to be at least some intent to make contact. He had given you no reason not to trust his word, but you couldn't take it any longer.

You: Sorry for the radio silence. It's been a busy day prepping for a case.

Nic: No worries. At work, too.

You: Still on for dinner? I should be at your stop about 5:40

Nic: Yep, see you soon

You chalked his stilted, near transactional messages up to being busy at work. For once, you were grateful for the hectic pace at work to keep your brain from spiraling. At the end of the day, you gathered your things and took a deep breath before leaving the office. You reminded yourself that you were beyond capable of handling whatever the evening threw at you.

You boarded the bus and mindlessly watched the scrolling marquee of upcoming cross streets. Your heart rate surged with each stop that brought you closer to Nic. What if he wasn't there? What if he was acting strange because he's planning to cut things off?

The next stop was yours. You stepped off and looked around once you cleared the bus and breathed a sigh of relief to see Nic leaning against a nearby pole. One worry down. He walked over toward you.

"Hi," you said, trying to sound chipper.

"Hey." He bent down and gave you a small peck of a kiss on your cheek. He looked...sad. Not the greeting you had hoped for. "Ready to eat?"

Truthfully, no. But you weren't going to fill him in on your anxieties yet, so you just nodded and walked alongside as he led the way to the restaurant in silence. Something was obviously up. You could see an Italian restaurant sign up the street, but he paused before you made it there.

Nic stepped over to a nearby bench and gestured for you to sit beside him. You did so nervously, clutching your bag in your lap so he couldn't see your hands shake.

"Hey, listen," he started. "Before we, uh, go in, I...I need to tell you something. I owe it to you and to myself."

Your eyes widened. "Oh, God. You're not, like, still married or something, are you?" Your voice raised, garnering attention from passersby.

"What? No, oh, no no, not that." Nic reached out as if he wanted to hold your hand, but hesitated before pulling it back to his leg. He looked around to see if anyone was still paying attention and took a deep breath before locking eyes with you. "[Y/N], I am a recovering addict. I have been sober for about three years now."

That is not what you expected. Your brain churned through a thousand different responses, trying to figure out the right thing to say to such big news. Before you could say anything, he continued.

"I go to NA meetings every Wednesday evening. They reminded me that... that...if we are going to get to know each other, I need you to know me. Who I am. That is part of my identity and daily challenge to continue to be my best self." His shoulders fell as he looked down at the sidewalk away from you. "I also...I wanted to give you a chance to end this early if that is too much. You deserve to be with the right person, and I understand that that may not be me."

Nic jumped slightly when you hooked your finger under his chin to lift his head up, where you met him with a soft smile.

"That is nothing to be ashamed of," you replied slowly. "Thank you for sharing. I know that couldn't have been easy, but at least now I better understand why you weren't talking much today. I thought...I thought maybe I said something wrong yesterday."

"What?! No! Oh no, I'm so sorry that I made you think that." He pulled your hand up to his lips to kiss it. "You- you're a breath of fresh air. A fresh start with someone who isn't stuck on the image of the old me."

You released a deep breath you didn't even know you had been holding. "I must admit that I can't even begin to know what your journey has been like. Or will be like. But I'm willing to take things one day at a time to find out."

"One day at a time is all I can ask for." Nic gently leaned his forehead against yours. "Thank you."

You were enjoying the closeness until your stomach betrayed you with a loud grumble. Now that your worries had eased, you were terribly famished. Nic sat up and wiped a tear off his cheek, laughing as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He stood and held his hand out to you.

"Hungry?"

"Starved," you replied as you stood and followed him toward the restaurant once again. "So what's good here?"

"Well, I prefer their spaghetti over their penne..."

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[deesseshesca]

PILE 1

He’s veiny hands, he’s strong bicep, he’s tattoo and the fact that everything he does screams masculinity. He’s amazing knowledge in alcohol or the fucking way he drive a car with so much assurance. His signature perfume and the way he never talks loud but always what's right. Did you ever find a man in finance this secure in himself with no God complex…yeah no that doesn't exist. But it's only right that he feels for you. The more I spend time observing you … I understand why he's falling… I am 2 .. I guess. Let’s start by the creativity that breathes out of you with everything you do. Is like you are in love with the whole woman's experience which can be seen by the way you take care of your hair ; long and healthy. You don't just stop there, you color them and style it  anytime you want. The freckles that decorate your face like you are living painting. Your perfect nose and small but luscious lips. Is the way you are fine ot being everyone's type and you don't care to change. You with your long and beautifully manicured nails. The way you love on your body unapologetically even though is not the standard in modern beauty. You never complain about your boobs being too big, your butt being too small or even your hips being too wide. Nah you wear whatever you want. Flowing dress, deep cut shirt with no bra not caring that your tits are sagging. What makes you even more intrigued is the complexity that lives beneath your beauty, elegance and confidence. You fucking love cars, passionate about it. I would have never guessed it, I would think you were an artist or even a mua but nah mamacita is trying to become an engineer. Is almost like life never hurted, never controlled, never took the best out of you. You decide to be your own person no matter what and your authenticity can be seen, admired, and envy by many including me. In my case I was pushed into this bimbo character. Need to act, look and be alway perfect since I could remember. Making sure to eat properly so I don't gain to much weight, making sure to message my skin so my boob dont sag, make sure to shave everywhere on my body, make sure to straighten my curls because curly ain't sexy, making sure to never skip a leg day so the butt stay juicy, making sure to have a clear skin. And it does not stop there … making sure I moan seductively, make sure I know how suck good, making sure I am submissive enough. I did it all to please … the one I want to stay unimpress while the other treats me like lesser women because all they can think of is having sex. Actually you guys are so cute together, the way you like to act like you don't see him applying  pressure. Always touching you any chance he gets, always looking at you across the room, always having your back when you need a ride back home even when the party's at his place. While you tease him, give him kisses across his face every so often, while giving him compliments with your beautiful voice, seducing him by your healthy femininity. Today, in the bathroom, too may drink in my system, hiding in the bathroom writing this fucking email … I must admit that you have influence me. Because the man I love, loves you for you. Not a version of you made to please, made to seduce, made to only be relevant for the other sex. Maybe it is time for me to admit that all this is in vain … because being the standard did not make me pick, choose or even love. In all fucking honesty I am tired to prove that I am nice enough, fun enough, sexy enough, kind enough … Fuck… can I not just be enough ? (tears on the screen, somebody calls her name) 

Fuck is not like you are even going to read this anyways…

VIBES: New beginning, fresh start, new couple, love at first sight, red string theory, ant get enough of each other, a lot of tension and chemistry and perfect match. 

A lot of people are happy y’all find each other because you were both unfulfilled in love.

[atsu-i]

[schmweed]

[bayofwolves]

i was on the most random nostalgia kick and rewatched the prince of egypt yesterday and let me just say... that movie is truly one of the greatest animated films of all time.

[mushlyslog]

Finally watched Kung Fu Panda 4, tell me why it unironically changed my life

[singsweetmelodies]

Wait so you love Lando but hate Carlos? but you post Carlando? girl how do you justify that

"wait so you love lando but hate carlos" <- absolutely correct anon, you got it!!

"girl how do you justify that" <- easily: i do what i want here on tumblr dot com.

hope this clears it up for you anon ❤️

[moonlit-orchid]

Normal people: vent about their feelings in a diary or blog post

Me: makes a whole ass zine at nearly midnight

[taexual]

hey not to sound rude or anything it’s just a critic that i would like to share with you bc i feel like you write too much detail about other things that aren’t really how do i say it not important to the storyline. for example you wrote almost a whole chapter of jk and his friends doing absolutely nothing other than bicker for 30mins while drinking beer and what not so while it’s cool and very important for us readers to know about some details and information about the characters in the story it’s just too much and you did it again in chapter 7 too it’s like we never get to see him interact with oc more than 5 mins and the next moment he’s with his friends or idk she has to work on this and that like i get it she has to work but i don’t need to know the equipments. again im not trying to be rude or discredit you i love your story it’s very interesting i just want to let you know what you might do better next time if you would allow us to criticize you :)

hii, thank you so much for your insight!! i really appreciate it, although i am sorry those scenes felt excessive for you. they're meant to visualise the atmosphere, introduce you to the characters, build on their personalities, and strengthen the storyline, so it isn't just two-dimensional cardboard cut-outs interacting with each other in a vacuum. i'm hoping for full immersion into this universe with the way i write, but i understand if you're mainly interested in the two main characters interacting -- that's obviously totally fine! thank you for reading so far, anyway! 🥰❤️