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xas24 · 1 year ago

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hi hi hiii

can i request one that’s like the pedri one but with gavi? the 5 love languages one?

have a nice day/night, love your work so much, i always get excited whenever you post 😭 thank you 🙏🏽💓🤝

love languages ~ pablo gavi

summary: the 5 different love languages with gavi.

words of affirmation

“fue tan mierda, y/n. ¿cómo nos las arreglamos para perder tan mal?” pablo exclaimed, shaking his head in disappointment and slouching further into the couch. (it was so shit y/n. how did we manage to lose that badly?)

y/n sighed to herself. her hand came up to grasp his bicep that started to tense as he tightly folded his arms over his chest. she understood how disappointed and frustrated he might feel, knowing the horrid loss he and his team just faced in a home game, more than an hour ago.

y/n’s heart clenched the more she watched his hurt expression. his eyes were glued to the tv where he was watching one of their older matches, but she knew his mind was on the one he just played.

“pablo..” she said softly, not wanting to anger him any further. “i understand the game didn’t go the way you wanted it to, but please don’t get so worked up over it.” she tried to reason as her thumb started rubbing smooth circles on his arm.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at her. however, he didn’t move his arm from her touch, so she took that as an opportunity to carry on.

“look at me.” he didn’t turn, only huffed to himself, eyes wavering over the screen.

y/n lowly sighed and moved her hand to cup his cheek. she gently turned his head and when his brown, doe eyes met hers, she instantly gave him a little smile. pablo could feel his heart warming at her delicate touch, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to her and kiss her warm skin but he was too stubborn and frustrated to do any of that right now.

“you can’t win everytime, mi amor. i love the passion you hold for your club and i understand you want to win every game, but not everything can go your way. hardships will always come along the way and that’s just how it is. we have to deal with it and work on how to make the next one better rather than sulk about the present.” she watched as his eyes started to soften and she knew he was on board with what she was saying.

y/n pressed a tiny kiss to his nose and cheek before pushing her body into his for a hug. pablo let her, his own heart giving into her endless affection and support.

“you’re the strongest, most hard working person i know, querido. don’t let a little problem along the way pull you down. you have to take it as a lesson and focus on how to improve.” she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

pablo could feel his own mind slowly coming at ease. her words filled his head and the motivation that sprung in his chest only inflated his love for her more. he loved how encouraging she always was to him, always looking out for him, always pushing him forward, always wanting him to do better instead of simply sympathising with him.

“thank you..” he mumbled into her neck, loving the whispered sweet nothings she was breathing out onto his cheek.

“no need to thank me, cariño, you know i’ll always understand you. it’s my job as your girlfriend to push you to do better and support you along the way.”

he hummed lovingly and kissed her neck. “and you’re doing a great job at it. te quiero mucho.”

acts of service

y/n underestimated how hectic her first year at university would be. having her classes all over the place and not in one set period really didn’t help, and it meant that she was out and about for majority of the day, knowing there’s no point coming home just for an hour before having to travel back to uni everyday.

it was about 6pm when y/n got home today. her legs and feet ached from all the travelling, her shoulder burned with the weight of her bag and all she wanted was to take a nice bath and drown in the love and warmth that was her boyfriend.

pablo had gotten back a few hours earlier, already having eaten and showered, he was lounging on the couch with his phone. when he heard the front door open, he instantly knew who was back and a smile landed on his lips.

pablo sprung up, wanting to greet his girlfriend after not seeing her for quite a few hours. when his eyes landed on her, a frown immediately settled on his lips. she looked so tired and worn out and he watched as her hands struggled to move her hair out of her face in frustration, shrugging her jacket off too.

“hola, pablo.” she greeted him with a tired smile and after hanging her jacket up, she padded forward a few steps to give him a kiss on the lips. pablos hand cupped her cheek softly, pecking her lips a few times before leaning back and looking her exhausted expression over.

“hola, how was your day?” he mumbled to her sweetly, kissing her lips once again.

“mmh, tiring. i just want to sleep.” her eyes were already practically dropping shut.

pablo frowned, thumb stroking her cold cheek. he dragged his hand down her side and captured hers between his fingers. “come, i’ll run you a bath.” he tugged her forward gently, and y/n sauntered behind him, letting his hand keep her up and guide her towards the bathroom.

she sat on the toilet, watching patiently as pablo filled the tub with warm water and even placed some of her favourite bath salts into it. once he was done, he made his way over to his girlfriend slouching back, stretching the muscles in her neck and he gently grabbed her by the shoulders to sit her up.

his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it all the way up. he lifted her arms, dragging the material up and over her head. after dropping the shirt on the floor, pablos fingers made their way to her back to unclasp her bra, and soon all of her clothes had joined the pile on the floor.

his skin was hot against her cold one as he held her up, helping her into the tub of hot water. the heavy sigh that left her lips relieved some of pablos worry. he couldn’t bare to see her so tired and stressed, instantly wanting to do anything he could to relieve her of this tension.

her muscles started to loosen up, slowly starting to drain her of any pressure. y/n gave pablo a small smile, letting her hand wander to his cheek to stroke his skin. she gave him a kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into his skin.

pablo smiled, hands coming up to her shoulders to soothe some of the ache. it was silent in the bathroom, and y/n let pablo tend to her body, loving the little kisses he pressed here and there, loving the way his hands worked wonders on her back all the way up to her scalp.

he started washing her hair and she couldn’t feel anymore grateful than she did in that moment. he gently rinsed the conditioner out, he ever so carefully wrapped her hair and body in a towel, laying kisses to her after every second of movement. he whispered little words against her skin, mumbled how much he loves her into her ear whilst drying her body.

he dressed her, kissed her, combed her hair, kissed her, lead her to bed, kissed her, cuddled her body into his and laid one final kiss onto her forehead before she was dozing off in his arms, heart content and ever so thankful for everything her boyfriend does for her.

quality time

it was around 3am when pablo was abruptly woken up from y/n’s incessant tossing and turning. frustrated yet worried, he gently shook her awake and watched as she groggily opened her eyes. it was still quite dark in the room but he could just about make out her face and he noticed her confused expression.

“estás bien, amor? te sientes incómodo?” (are you okay, love? are you uncomfortable?) his voice was extremely raspy.

y/n rubbed her eyes and looked up at him with a sigh. “estoy bien. siento haberte despertado.” (im okay, sorry i woke you up.) she groaned as she dropped her head back onto her pillow and uncomfortably rubbed her forehead.

pablo noticed the action and, out of consciousness, instantly laid his hand against her forehead to feel for any sort of temperature. his eyes slightly widened when he felt that she was burning up.

“you’re really hot, querida.” he stated, worried.

“sí, gracias.” she weakly chuckled and pablo shook his head, dragging his hand down to feel her warm cheek.

“you might be sick.”

she shook her head at his statement but he didn’t reply. pablo took the covers off of his body, determined to find something that would make her feel better, and was about to get up before y/n grabbed onto his hand and tugged him back.

“adónde vas?” she whined. (where are you going?)

“going to get you some water and medicine.”

“no! no, i’m fine, pablo, please. just lay with me.”

“your forehead is burning up, amor.”

“no, i don’t feel sick. i’m just really warm. don’t go.” she pleaded, tugging his hand towards her. the boy sighed and agreed, not being able to say no to her pretty, pleading eyes, getting back in bed and pulling the covers up.

he tugged her close towards his cool body. his arm circled her, bringing her close, lips kissing the crown of her head as they both slowly fell back into a sleepy abyss.

it turned out y/n actually was sick, and pablo, despite feeling worried about her, just had to mention that he told her so, to which y/n just chuckled and shook her head.

she had woken up this morning, sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad night of tossing and turning. it was then she wished she actually had taken the medication that pablo was offering late last night but, stubborn as she was, refused because she didn’t want him to leave the comfort of their bed.

currently, the two sat in their living room, with some show playing on the tv that y/n could barely focus on. her head was throbbing and she felt like she could throw her guts up any minute; it’d been like that ever since she woke up.

pablo had his arm resting on the back of the couch, hand softly stroking her shoulder as she cuddled up into his neck. the warm tea that pablo made for her sat abandoned on the table after a few sips. she didn’t feel like having it.

after having barely any breakfast and medicine, the fatigue that crawled up her spine was chilling. she felt like absolute shit. a low groan left her lips when she felt another sharp pain in the side of her head.

“you okay, amor?” pablo mumbled, looking down at her. y/n gave him a little nod and rubbed her temples in agony.

pablo, sensing her frustration, lifted his hand to her hair and started massaging her scalp. when she sighed out in relaxation, he gave a little smile of success and carried on after leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“that feels so good..”

“you would’ve been feeling better by now if you’d just let me take care of you.” he spoke against her skin and y/n felt the goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i didn’t want you to get sick.”

“so you banished me to training?”

she laughed and pablo smiled, “i didn’t banish you! you had to go training anyway, amor.”

“sí, but i’d rather be home, taking care of my sick girlfriend.” she hummed in satisfaction and lifted up weakly to leave a peck on his cheek.

“and i’m so grateful that you are here now.” she mumbled, loving the idea of just spending some much needed time with him, even if she was sick to do anything.

gift giving

long distance was harder than some people said it would be. with pablo being in barcelona and y/n living in her hometown, it was extremely hard to run a relationship with how different the time zones were, their different day to day activities and only running the relationship on facetime calls and messages everyday.

however, today was pablos birthday and his sister, aurora, had texted y/n spontaneously a few days before. she mentioned how much they all missed y/n, especially pablo, and it would make him the happiest person on the planet if she was there for his birthday.

y/n agreed, after some alterations to the next full week of her scedhule. aurora and her family flew y/n out to barcelona for the week and they all couldn’t be anymore excited for her to be coming, aurora specifically, who thought of y/n as a younger sister.

that was all about a few days ago, and now y/n stood behind the door to the living room where pablo, his family and friends were huddled together. aurora thought that y/n should be the one to bring the cake out, also counting it as pablos big surprise, and she couldn’t wait to film the whole interaction.

the door slightly opened to reveal one of pablos friends, alejandro, peeking his head in.

“¿lista, hermana?” (ready?)

y/n gave a little nod, her right hand quickly lighting the two candles on the cake. she placed the lighter back down and allowed alejandro to open the door a little wider for her to walk through.

her heart was practically beating in her ears and she tried not to drop the tray with how much her hands were starting to sweat. his family and friends started singing happy birthday but all y/n could focus on was pablo.

he sat on the chair at the table, looking more handsome than she last saw him, clad in a black t shirt, which she noticed she hadn’t seen him wear before. when his eyes landed on her, they widened and his jaw slightly dropped.

y/n gave him the biggest smile ever, eyes never leaving his as she walked over to him with the cake, the sound of clapping and happy birthday’s being heard all around her but all she saw and heard and yearned for in this moment was him.

she finally crossed the short distance to her boyfriend and placed the cake down infront of him. as soon as it was out of her hands, pablo was up and hugging her. his arms tugged her towards him and he was hugging and swaying and sighing into her shoulder.

y/n tightened her arms around his neck and took in the feel of him against her, the smell of his familiar perfume, the softness of his hair in her hands, the strength of his arms around her waist.

she slightly pulled back to press a few kisses to his cheek, not wanting to kiss him freely infront of all his friends and family out of respect. her eyes connected with his once more and she noticed the little tears in his eyes.

“dios mío, ¿esto es real?” (oh god, is this real?) he choked out with a chuckle and y/n started laughing along with his family. she reached up to quickly wipe his eyes before nodding.

“sí es real, cariño.” (yes it’s real, sweetheart.) pablo chuckled and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“blow out your candles, hermanito.” aurora called out, joining the chuckes that were being thrown around. y/n noticed she was still holding her phone up and she snickered at how she was capturing every single second of this. she made a mental note to ask for the video later on.

pablo sat back down but his hand never left y/n’s. she stood next to him, watching him blow out the candles. she would’ve joined in on the clapping like the rest of the family but her hand was trapped in his grip.

it’d been so long since he’d seen her up close, held her, took in her scent, felt her warm skin against his own and he refused to let her go in any way.

after taking lots of pictures and eating some of the cake, pablo sat with his arm around y/n on the couch. his friends left, after promising they would all go out for dinner later on, and his family were somewhere around the house.

pablo was still practically in a state of shock as he stared at his girl sat in his arms.

“i still cant believe this.” he voiced, brown eyes taking in every inch of every single feature on her face, wanting to memorise her as if she would slip away from his fingers again.

“you have aurora to thank, querido. she helped me come here.” she said sweetly, but her voice died in her throat the moment his lips attached to her jaw.

he hummed and made his way down, pecking against her smooth skin. “vale, remind me to thank her later.”

“pablo, tu familia sigue aquí. ten paciencia.” (your family is still here. be patient.) she reasoned and pablo detached his lips from hers and sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than just an hour, atleast, alone with her.

he decided to lay his head on her shoulder instead and y/n smiled. her hand came up to stroke his cheek lovingly, lips kissing the crown of his head.

“¿cuánto tiempo vas a estar aquí?” (how long are you here for?)

“una semana.” (a week.)

“¿eso es todo?” (that’s it?!) he exclaimed, looking up at her.

“that’s all i can stay for, bebé. but i promise to try and stay longer next time.” pablo sighed and returned his head to her shoulder, loving the way her fingers felt in his hair.

“we’ll make this the best week ever then.” he stated, already getting excited to spend every second of this week with the beautiful girl next to him.

physical touch

pablo walked into his girlfriends apartment after a long day of training, interviews and shooting for the new kit. his muscles ached strongly, his social battery had practically drained to the last percent and all he wanted was to be in his girlfriends warm and familiar arms.

he took his spare key out and unlocked the door, immediately being met with silence in the small corridor. pablo could already feel himself starting to relax. just the feel of even being in her apartment, her space, relaxed him and he was excited to finally see her gorgeous face after a whole day of busy activities.

he took his jacket off along with his shoes, placed his keys on one of her key holders and made his way to find his girl. he could hear the tv faintly playing in the back so he walked over to the living room.

he saw her sitting on the couch, watching a movie, looking so comfortable and warm wrapped up in a blanket and one of pablos hoodies. when she heard footsteps walk into the room, she flinched as she looked worriedly at the entrance.

“dios mío, pablo, you scared me.” she chuckled out a breath when her eyes laid on her tired looking boyfriend. he gave her a little weak smile, padding his way over to her.

he dropped down on the couch, lifting the blanket and getting under it with her. y/n welcomed him with open arms, allowing him to lay his head on her chest.

he pushed her back a bit, arms circling her waist as he cuddled up to her. the warmth engulfed him and pablo instantly felt at ease. he could physically feel his tense muscles relaxing, hearbeat slowing down to match y/n’s.

“cómo estás?” (how are you?) she whispered.

“cansado.” (tired)

“busy day?”

he nodded against her chest, arms tightening around her frame and lips coming together in a frown as he could feel himself gradually slipping into sleep.

she had a smile on her face, loving the sudden clinginess that randomly spurted from him, loving the way he always wanted to cuddle up to her after a long, hefty day.

pablo let her plant her hand in his hair. his eyes started drooping immediately in satisfaction when her fingers started to run through his freshly washed strands, soothing the tiny headache he had.

in no time, he was asleep in her arms, encased by her warmth and her love and her sweet scent.

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #barça #imagine #gavi #gavi imagine

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lordmartiya · 30 days ago

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This prompt done by someone literal minded... What am I gonna do now?

Day 6: Injury (Hurt/Comfort)

Marinette had one weird day as Ladybug. First she had to go to the police with a gas mask to retrieve the pair of Miracolous, then, since she hadn’t been involved in the fight, had to wash them the hard way rather than use magic (thankfully Lila had shared the recipe to remove what remained after the tomato juice), then she had to go to Master Fu’s massage parlor, where Master Su had taken residence, drag him away from the tv, and explain what had happened, or at least what she knew.

And now that Lila had finally left the Prefecture (because the mess was too big for anything less than the headquarters of the police to handle, even without the whole “daughter of a diplomat” thing) she was supposed to meet her in front of Place des Vosges and get a full explanation, except she was sitting over the piled up bodies of four of Adrien’s stalkers waving her diplomatic passport, symbol of the diplomatic immunity she was taught not to use unless necessary, to Roger Raincomprix. Only good thing was that she was wearing MARINETTE’S dress, the one she had given her for the modeling job that changed their relationship. That, and the cop seemingly accepted he was more useless than usual, given Lila left him to deal with the stalkers.

“Ok, what the fuck.” Marinette demanded.

“They decided this morning’s events were part of a cunning plan to get Adrien all to myself, and tried to stop me without being able to handle the pain from a spleen shot.” Lila explained with a smile. “Hope I ruptured them.”

“No, I mean this morning!”

“Well, I was making my usual report to Gabby when he noticed my new decoy necklace, the one I had you make to hide the fact I wear the Fox Miraculous as a belt under the dress, and he asked if he could see it. I didn’t like him handling it so I said no, he threatened my job, I told him my mom’s lawyer can beat his lawyers, he said “Nooroo, Dusuu, unify”, and I sprayed him right as he was done transforming. Then I ran out of the room, closed the door, and called the police, and some idiot soon to be unemployed must have blabbed to the press since it got out so quickly. Oh, I also swiped his ring, there’s a thing I need to verify. It’s stupid and unlikely, but considering YOU have an embarrassingly plain costume…”

“Can you just let it go?”

“Giammai.” that being Italian for “never”, only hammier.

Marinette didn’t know if she should be angry or laugh. Or how they had gone from sworn enemies to this. Whatever it was that made Lila’s teasing so amusing rather than irritating, that made her want to spend as much time as possible with her. To just make sure she would never be lonely.

Before she could decide how to react, however, a smart stopped near them, and Nathalie Sanscour came out.

“This is for Gabriel and Emilie.” she said as she pulled a small pistol – and shot Lila in the chest.

“NO!” Marinette screamed as her pretend girlfriend fell. She then turned to the attacker and demanded: “Why?!”

“Because Gabriel was just trying to save Emilie. She was put in a coma and almost killed by the broken Peacock Miraculous, and-”

“And the fucker couldn’t just ask for help.” Lila’s pained voice replied before taking a deep breath – immediately imitated by Marinette, she knew what was coming.

After Nathalie got skunked, the two girls moved to safety, with Lila in clear pain and a hole in the dress but no wound. Only when they were far enough from the skunked shooter Marinette asked how Lila survived.

“A guy in Mexico makes normal-looking bulletproof clothes, there’s where my mom bought my shirts in bulk and where I just got a few undershirts.” Lila explained. “Already got shot once for an ad, though the guy had the decency to use a small .22 Long Rifle from some distance, not shooting me at point blank with a Para or larger! Seriously, that’s a Beretta Storm subcompact, it only has the 9 Para or the .40 Smith & Wesson.”

Marinette didn’t know what kind of madman made those ads, only that she felt dying when Lila was shot – and happy beyond belief when she turned out almost unharmed. How? How had she fallen for this girl?

Afterword

Yep. Got Lila shot. I was initially planning to have one of the fan club do it, but this is Western Europe, guns are more controlled than that. Thus Nathalie did it, and is going to jail skunked.

For the bulletproof clothes… They exist, and wealthy people do buy them. Go on YouTube and look up “I was shot by Miguel Caballero”, that madman actually makes ads by shooting his customers (and his wife) at close range with a target pistol to show off that yes, his products do stop small cartridges flat (literally).

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #lilanette #lila rossi #miraculous lb #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #tales of ladybug and chat noir #lilarossi #lilanette week

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rorysanderson · 1 month ago

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[ FADING. SELF PARA 001 ]

SUMMARY: Rory has his nightly conversation with Eliza. LOCATION: Rory's porch, late evening. TW: death, grief

It’s cool enough in October that the crickets start to chirp again, rather incessantly.

Annie complains about the sound, insisting she’ll never be able to fall asleep like this for fifteen minutes straight before she eventually falls asleep like this. Rory envies a child’s ability to sleep through just about anything, including an admittedly obnoxious cricket choir.

They’re louder out here. Not surprising, considering they’re surrounded by foliage and trees more than they’re surrounded by anything industrial. Rory can accept their presence begrudgingly, if only because he knows it’s him, really, who’s the intruder here. It feels unfair Rory would hold a grudge against them for the simple crime of existing where they’re meant to exist; something Eliza had affectionately insisted to him, for a very long time, Rory knew nothing about.

He sets both cups of earl gray down on the small table out on his porch, then takes his usual seat to the left. Rory watches as the steam rises from the cup that isn’t his, carried away by the cool night breeze, off to where he can’t follow. What fills the silence for the next five minutes is the crickets’ high-pitched instrumental, the rustling of leaves against the wind, and the occasional intrusive chirp of a bird that’s not meant to be awake anymore.

Rory spins his cup between his fingers gingerly, careful not to burn the tips of them by pressing against the ceramic for too long. Eventually, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip, the heat of the tea comfortable enough to both satiate his thirst and warm his body against the dropping temperature. He sets the cup down again, tracing the rim of it, before he starts.

“Annie’s learned the word fuck,” Rory tells his girlfriend, gaze fixed on the untouched cup of tea across from him. “Keep thinking she’s not listening all the time, but that little bugger’s got her ear to the ground always,” he snorts, amusement settling inside him. “I’m surprised she didn’t learn it sooner, honestly. She’s been warned she can only say it in the bathroom, and never in front of anyone else,” his lips tighten into a warm smile. “Yesterday she broke one of her Barbie’s heads off accidentally and I watched her march straight into the bathroom and shout it,” Rory laughs, rubbing his face both tiredly and disbelievingly. “Wish you coulda seen it, Ellie.”

His hand traces the smooth edges of the porch table. He’d built this almost immediately after he and Annie had moved to Blue Harbor, knowing he’d need a place, eventually, to sit outside and talk to Ellie. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, if the tea didn’t play such an important part of their talks. Rory doesn’t think he believes there’s anything to look up at the sky for — feels a little silly, if he tries it. He supposes there’s nothing less silly about talking to a cuppa, mind you, but at least there’s something about her there. The cup’s got a hideous neon-pink pattern printed around it, the loops largely reminiscent of ass cracks. It’s what had drawn Ellie to it in the first place, cackling at it at the thrift shop, and she’d happily drank her tea out of it for years after the fact.

Humming, he continues, “Valley’s finally told me about what happened with her and Murph,” he tells Eliza. His fingernail scratches at the wood of the table anxiously. “I’m sure she’d’ve preferred it’d been you she could talk to. Never been good at all that,” he swallows, his throat starting to feel a little tight. “Not like you, anyway.” The steam is still rising from the cup, but it’s coming in thinner waves now. “I know you’d be worried about her. I’m worried about her, too. Getting her to ask for help — it’s like pulling teeth,” he huffs, the words filled with affection despite himself. Valley and Eliza had been good friends for a reason; she reminds him a lot of her, in many ways. “I won’t keep my eyes off her,” he promises Eliza unnecessarily. “I mean it.”

He continues to tell her about the past week — an oddity at the flower shop, an ambitious commission by a young musician, Annie’s affinity for Ms. Zakwe, her new favorite teacher. Peanut Butter’s great escape, the grand army of insects he’d been afraid he was going to have to fight, the quiet afternoons off where nothing particularly interesting happens. He talks until the steam has stopped rising entirely from the tea inside the cup, the night seemingly having cooled it down in its entirety. He talks until he’s out of things to talk about, and the elephant in the room has made its way to their porch, sitting on its hind legs.

Rory purses his lips. He can taste his heartbeat, suddenly, with how far and fast it’s beating. He thinks he has the words, really, but they’re stuck to the roof of his mouth now, and his tongue feels heavy.

So instead he says, “I’m sorry.”

The tears sting at his eyes almost immediately, the knot in his throat constricting so fantastically it almost feels like he’s going to choke with it. His hand grips the handle of his cup so tightly he fears, for a second, he might well and truly break it. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, wiping at his nose with his free arm. “I didn’t think I’d like him this much, Ellie.”

A part of Rory knows there’s nothing to apologize to her for — she’d never have given him any sort of grief for this, under the circumstances. Even in life, he doesn’t think there was a jealous bone in Eliza Carmichael’s body. She’d been perfect in every sense imaginable, and Rory had been at the right place at the right time, lucky enough to orbit her as long as he had. And still, he can’t help feeling like the admission is some sort of betrayal: he’d promised her, once, he’d spend the rest of his life loving her, and now — now—

“I think I’m forgetting your voice,” he admits, voice thick, blinking tears away. “It’s hard to remember it, on my own. I used to—” he clears his throat. The knot sits firm. “I used to be able to pick you out of a crowd by the sound of it. Pick apart your moods with it. And now, uhm,” his eyesight’s blurred over, suddenly. “And now I can’t even remember your laugh. I can’t even remember how you said my name, Ellie.”

He chokes on a sob, pressing the heels of his palms tersely against his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. He wants to tell her how different they both are from each other — where Eliza had slotted herself into the parts of Rory that had been left wanting his entire life, Jack’s somehow snuck into the crevices of what remains, content to live in the spaces Rory never filled. How where Eliza had always burned so brightly she’d blind anyone who looked at her too long, Jack slumps into himself and exists outside the lines, like a sculpture at an art museum you’re not meant to touch. How where Rory’s losing the details of Eliza he’d been sure he’d committed to memory for years, he’s slowly starting to learn the exact number of Jack’s laugh lines, the depth of his frown, the texture of his scars, all by heart.

The love he has for Eliza burns as brightly as the first day he’d laid eyes on her. He cannot deny her that — he cannot lie to himself about it. It is, perhaps, the reason why it hurts to think of her as a disappearing memory, as a stack of carefully-wrapped canvases sitting in storage, collecting dust instead of admiration. And where Rory thought there was no room in him left, no way to make it inside himself with such overwhelming grief having taken up residence, it turns out somewhere between a shy smile from across the way while unloading moving boxes and the feeling of calloused lips soft against his own, there exists a chasm, still.

Does this count as a broken promise, then? I’ll love you forever, but I’ll forget the details of your face. I’ll love you forever, but I’ll not be able to remember the exact curve of your smile. I’ll love you forever, but you’ll start to live outside of me bit by bit, until time takes the rest of you.

You’ve never done anything by halves, have you, Rory Anderson? Eliza had asked of him once. Her voice still eludes him — she comes through like a radio station just outside its frequency. But he does remember how she’d caressed the side of his face, looking at him with such fondness it’d spread through Rory like a wildfire. I hope you know what it feels like one day, to have the attention of someone like you.

Maybe.

He thinks of Eliza’s insistence that the world was made up of colors Rory’s yet to discover, her firm belief that he’d see what she saw, one day — that he’d find that burst that so eludes him, and he’d know, he’d know, then, he’d found exactly where he was meant to be.

Maybe, Rory thinks as he lets the breeze run through his hair, take whatever’s left of his quiet sobs — maybe making space for more does not constitute a broken promise, in the end.

Maybe some things have to be felt through their absence, by the gaps in the memory they leave behind.

Maybe, actually — this is how all things are meant to be loved:

Deeply, even as they fade.

#musings #self para #thread: self 001 #grief tw #death tw #in which rory has a semi-breakthrough and it's NOT in grief group!#ig if you wanna do smth right. do it yourself. etc.

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lxvenderhxzehv · 1 year ago

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Chris and Jim Gives You Hell: a Self-Para

Mentions: Charlotte Winters (@ofescapisms) and Emma Dunford (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Chris looked all around him. Trying to help people as he moved through the rubble. But his eyes still darted around looking for Em. There's cold tears filling his eyes as the panic in stomach settled in. Where was she… He got as many people help as he could before his brain and body couldn’t physically do it anymore. He began asking if anyone had seen or heard from a woman named Em or Emma. Asking person after person only to come up empty handed.

"Emma they're going to take care of you okay...." He gently squeezed her hand. "I'm gonna go find Chris or James....." Jim said stepping away. Chris’ brows furrowed at him stomping his way over to the man. So blinded by his rage he didn't even see Emma a few feet away “Chris, thank god-” Chris’ fist met with Jim's Jaw.

“What did you do to Emma you fucking creep!” Chris took a hold of Jim's jacket and pushed his back against the wall getting him in the Jaw once more “using this mess as an opportunity to hurt her and not get caught huh?!” he said before he notices Jim's hands up, covered in blood. He pulled him forwards and slammed his back against the wall once more “WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!?!? TELL ME WAT YOU DID!!! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!?!?!”

Jim just chuckled “God! You’re so fucking dramatic Chris.” He said before pushing Chris off of him by his shoulders “you’re welcome by the way. Thanks to me your sister Charlie and your girlfriend are going to live”

Chris narrowed his eyes at him.“The fuck were you doing near my sister she doesn't even know you!” Jim chuckled darkly.

“Oh Chris, you really should be more present in your sister's life.” He smiled “She is very familiar with me” He hand went to his neck to sooth the Hickies on his neck he had been hiding since their first encounter at the festival. “In fact, she approached Me…seems your father is still recommending me as a trainer…” He Smirked.

“You’re lying, Charlie would want nothing to do with you… you’re the closest thing to our fathers world. We all wanted to separate ourselves from that” Chris was shaking with anger the older man and him still inches apart.

“Nothing to do with me?” Another dark chuckle “She certainly wasn’t saying that to me back at her place these past few nights” he cracked his neck still stiff from the recent exercise he had been doing. Being out of practice for so long really did make things a bit harder.

Chris’ crystal blue eyes widened before he said anything he pushed him against the wall once more “I swear to god Killgraves if you’re Fucking my sister I’m going to kill you” Chris Looked down pulling his collar to the side now seeing the marks on his neck his eyes darting back to his “You BASTARD!” He lunged his arm back to punch him before Jim dodge and grabbed Chris’ arm pushing it out of the way and punching Chris easily. Causing him to lose his footing and falling back a bit. There was murder in Chris’ eyes.

‘there he was, Winter's golden boy himself. Jim thought with a grin.

“Of course I am…” He chuckled, pursing his lips with a shrug “wasn’t my original plan but this works too…” He smiled darkly “Because I know…what kills you more than me getting back with Em is having one of your precious little sisters wrapped around my finger…it’s too easy Chris” he approached the younger man. Chris held himself back, he knew if he did anything now, He would kill Jim right where he stood. Both men showed signs of being in tussle. Chris was certain he would have a bruise on his face.

“Stay the fuck away from my family killgraves, I’m warring you” Chris said, the anger in his voice stronger than he ever had. Jim chuckled and patted Chris’s chest. “If you don’t stop trying to kill me you won’t have much of a family for me to stay away from… you might want to go find some help for your girlfriend…” his hands slipped into his pockets. “That glass in her stomach won’t stop the bleeding for long.” Chris felt a gasp escaping his lips, tears immediately filling his eyes he scoffed at Jim. He’d deal with him later. Jim Narrowed his eyes watching as Chris made his way to Em. Certain Chris was about to ruin the first good thing Jim ever had in his life for good. And weirdly it was a bit freeing.

#Thread (Jim and Chris)#Thread (Chris and Jim)#Musings (Jim)#Musings (Chris)#tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: fighting #tw:Punching

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safic4-m · 2 years ago

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🚬🦁Are you going to finish me?

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: Request made byPerraPeroNoLaTuyawho requested romance, smut and count #29 on the smut list.

Word count: 1441

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

The place was a mess, papers everywhere, instruments on the floor and empty pizza boxes. The last few weeks Sally had spent a lot of time in her music booth and only went out to eat; today your girlfriend had gone out to get a new microphone and you decided to take the opportunity to clean up her work place, it had taken several hours but finally the place was clean.

You took the small trash can to empty it, but it was so much that a ball of paper fell out, you got curious and read its contents.

Ella es una dama, y yo soy solo una línea sin gancho

She’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook

T/n, soy un desastre cuando estoy sin ti

Y/n, I am a wreck when I’m without you

Te necesito aquí para quedarme

I need you here to stay

Me rompí todos los huesos ese día que te encontré

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Un corazón roto es todo lo que queda

A broken heart is all that’s left

Todavía estoy arreglando todas las grietas

I’m still fixing all the cracks

Dime lindas mentiras

Tell me pretty lies

Mírame a la cara

Look me in the face

Dime que me amas

Tell me that you love me

Incluso si es falso

Even if it’s fake

Pero tal vez eres demasiado bueno para mí T/n

But maybe you’re too good for me Y/n

You check the rest of the papers and the rest of the songs are the same, saying that you are too much, that she doesn’t deserve you and about why you are with her. Your girlfriend had never been good at expressing how she felt, so music was her method of release.

The last few weeks Sally had been distancing herself a lot and now you knew why, you had tried to talk to her before but always avoided the subject and ended up fighting. Your alarm goes off, reminding you that you have to go to work.

If you could you would stay to work things out with Sally, but this was a scheduled surgery and you couldn’t miss it.

- -

The sun’s rays come through the window illuminating the whole room, the blonde moves on the bed and buries her face in your pillow, your scent was impregnated in her, she had missed you so much during the night. She decides to stay in bed a while longer, but her plans are ruined when she hears the bedroom door open.

She quickly gets up and finds you holding a tray of food.

-Good morning sweetheart,- you greet, falling in love with his newly risen self.

-Morning,- he replies, settling into bed.

You place the tray on her legs and see her inspecting her breakfast, which consists of waffles with bacon (strange combination but very good), freshly ground coffee, a bowl of strawberries and toast.

-What’s all this?- she asks, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

-How did you sleep?,- you ask, ignoring her question.

-I missed you,- she answers pouting.

-Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to take so long but some things got complicated,- leaving a kiss on her forehead.

You both share breakfast in bed, as you move the sentences Sally finds a piece of paper, you pretend you didn’t see anything and wait for her to read it.

-Are you going to finish me?- she asks crumpling the paper you read the day before.

-Of course not,- you hasten to say, knowing that she tends to overthink things.

-So?- looking at you with teary eyes.

-I don’t know,- quickly regretting your words, -every time I tried to talk to you to find out what was going on we ended up fighting… and I don’t want that..

-Where did you find him?

-When I was cleaning your cabin…I had to read your garbage to know what was going on,- you say carefully, not wanting to scare her.

You wipe away the falling tears and pull her in for a hug.

-You can talk to me when you have these thoughts,- she says, rubbing her back.

-But it’s true… I don’t deserve you, I’m a fucking addict who doesn’t….

-Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Mackenna.

-You’re a doctor, you save lives, and I’m just a mistake.

-Then you’re my mistake, yes, I saved lives, but you saved mine.

-What do you mean?

-The first time I saw you you were singing in a bar and I was determined to end my life, but listening to you singing…it was like you were talking to me,- remembering that dark moment of your life, -so when I saw you when I was completely sober I knew that my heart was already yours

-I didn’t know,- she says hugging you tightly.

-It’s because I didn’t want our story to start that way- she lets out some tears -I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you Sally- pulling you away from her to stand next to the bed.

-Yes I will marry you,- throwing herself on top of you.

Luckily for her your body cushioned her fall and you were the one who received the full blow, you place the ring on her ring finger and kiss her passionately.

-I love you with every fiber of my being Mackenna.

-It’s Y/L/N,- she says with a wide smile.

*****

Las Vegas hadn’t been a bad idea, Sally said she wanted to get married there, so they went to one of those chapels and got married. They spent the day gambling in the casino and left before they realized I was counting cards. You had gone out to buy a pack of cigars, but the image Sally greeted you with made your mouth go dry.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her right hand rubbing slow circles between her legs, you ran your gaze down her body, her pale legs to her hips that squirmed in place, her heaving breasts and her parted lips.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed quickly by your name.

-I’m here baby

The blonde’s eyes snapped open, instinct taking over and she sat up in bed as she pulled the sheet to cover herself.

-Don’t hide from me, I want to see you,- you say in a husky voice.

Hearing you Sally can’t help but clench her thighs, as you looked at her with a hungry look in your eyes, you approach her leaving the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand before sitting next to her.

-Go on with what you were doing.

But Sally didn’t move, you took her hand gently and slowly guided it down between her legs, giving her time to pull away. Her breath caught as your fingers found her clit and you moved so you could leave kisses on her neck, while she was pleasuring herself.

-I love you- sucking on the skin of her neck.

The blonde let out a moan in response, moving your hand to caress her legs, as her hand gained speed and her hips sank into the bed. You whisper words of love as you mark her neck, watching as her movements went from circular motions, to pumping up and down.

-Keep it up, you’re doing great,- running your nails up and down her leg.

A moan escaped Sally’s lips and it didn’t take long for her body to tense as her breathing and moaning became faster and louder. her hips contracted, guiding your hand in and out, slowly, to drag her pleasure.

You felt her body relax as you settled in beside her, wrapping her in your arms, after a few seconds she lazily shifted in your arms to look up at you, dark, loving eyes meeting yours.

-Hello

I kiss you, as you squeeze her to pull her closer to you,

When you broke the kiss, you took her hand she had used to bring it to your mouth, you held her gaze as you closed your mouth around her fingers, humming for her taste, you watched as the black of her eyes turned a little darker. When you were done, she kissed you, a little more forcefully and greedily, sliding her tongue inside your mouth, to prove herself.

-That was quite a show you greeted me with- you tease, playing with her hair.

-Just for my wife…plus I was feeling needy,- as a casual remark.

-You’re always needy,- brushing your nose against hers.

Sally was frowning at you but it looked more like she was pouting, but you were able to laugh at her.

-I love you Sally,- you smiled kissing her again.

-And I love you

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #hotel #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #sally #sally mckenna x reader #sally x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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ivdiaries · 1 year ago

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July 28, Friday, 1:55 am - a text message I sent that I know she'll never read:

Hi, Kath. I know you won’t probably ever read this message kasi nga nasa Singapore ka na unless gamit mo tong number na to pang roaming hahahuhu 😭😭 ilang beses na rin naman akong nagmessage dito and wala naman nagrereply so I guess it’s safe to leave a message. Okay lang naman kahit di mo to mabasa, gusto ko lang sabihin kung ano yung nararamdaman ko.

Hi. It’s been a long time since we talked. Alam ko naman why you decided to cut off communication and I won’t hold that against you. You have every right to. But ayun, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, siguro dahil Venus Retrograde? Hahaha char pero ayun nga. You’re heavy on my mind lately, and syempre di naman ako bato. I still miss you. A lot.

There’s a lot of things I want to say but I’ll start with a thank you. Thank you dahil minahal mo ko even when I don’t feel worthy and deserving of that love. Thank you dahil because of you I learned a lot. Thank you because you taught me so much about love. Thank you dahil sa apat na taon na nagkasama tayo, araw araw mo akong pinili. Araw araw mong naiparamdam na mahal mo ako, and for that I’ll always be thankful. I don’t know if I’ll ever find a love like that again, pero I’m glad that I was able to experience that love with you. A love that felt like home. And for that, thank you.

Secondly, I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry dahil hindi ako naging mabuting girlfriend sayo. I’m sorry dahil ang dami dami dami dami kong masasakit na salitang nabitawan lalo na kapag nalalasing ako na alam kong nakatatak na sa isipan mo, at mga salitang alam kong hindi ko na mababawi at maaalis. I wish I could take back all those things I said, but alam kong imposible, and the only thing I can do now is apologize, sincerely for everything I said. I’m sorry dahil at one point in our relationship, I took you for granted. I’m sorry dahil alam kong marami akong naging pagkukulang sayo. I’m sorry kasi di kita nalutuan ng extra pasta nung umuwi ka galing work kasi napasarap luto ko 😔. And for all of that, I’m sorry.

Third, I want to say that I am so proud of you. Alam ko na marami kang gustong maibigay sa family mo lalo kay tita and now na andyan na si Zoe and yung next pamangkin mo (congrats pala ate Arah and kuya Rap!), hanggang ngayon naman di ko pa rin nakakalimutan yun. I’m happy na finally, unti-unti mo nang makakamit yun. One step at a time. Alam ko na mahirap makipag sapalaran sa ibang bansa, pero kinaya mo at alam kong kakayanin mo pa. Ikaw na yan eh, alam ko naman na kahit mahirap at nakakatakot, lalaban ka. Kasi ganun ka katapang.

Last, I want to say that you’ve taught me to become a better person. While we were in a relationship, I never really understood everything’s that going on in my mind. Basta alam ko lang na I feel guilty for feeling angry or feeling sad — and that I never really understood why I feel that way kaya ayun lagi kong gustong uminom. Lagi kong gustong uminom to shut off the thoughts, but look where that got me right? But now, I’ve learned how to acknowledge my emotions and deal with them better instead of drowning my sorrows in alcohol. I’ve learned how to ask my friends or family for help whenever I feel overwhelmed, and I got back to writing in journals again. I would say na you were the one who pushed me to try kahit para sa sarili ko na. And for that I’m thankful. You pushed me to slowly become a better person for myself, for my family, and for my friends.

I lost you Kath, but I found myself. And for that I’m beyond grateful.

I’m happy that you finally have someone. I hope she’ll treat you better than I did and I hope she’ll love you the way you deserve. Alam ko naman na deserve mo ng pagmamahal na nararapat para sayo. Yung pagmamahal na walang alinlangan. You deserve a soft love because the world has been harsh enough. I hope you make her happy too, and I hope you’ll love her the way she deserves to be loved.

Oks oks, masyado na tong mahaba last na to talaga: You’ll always have a part of my heart Kath and that’s something that will never change. The years we’ve known each other (including our Cams and Yanna days) will always be in my heart. I will forever treasure that. I will never forget the first day I met you, the first day I went to your house on your birthday, and the last time I saw you. I hope someday, when God allows and Universe agrees, I hope we’ll see each other again and I hope you’ll allow me to give you my warmest and tightest hug when it happens.

Also, miss ko na sobra sila Mits, Jasmine, Paochoo, Jolie, Lheojoe, Onkar, Gelo, and Ji. They gladly welcomed me into their lives kasi you are a part of theirs, and they became good friends of mine too. I miss them a lot. I wish they’re okay.

I miss your family especially your cousins, lalo na si ate Ericka and mama Jijang. Your other pamangkins like si Yeyang and Dirk and Troy and Gave. I hope they grow up well. I miss mommy Badang, I hope she’s well and healthy. I miss tita Thess and mama G. Your family treated me like I’m their own, I will always treasure that. I miss them a lot.

I promise this would be the last time that I’ll message you (even if the chances of you reading this message is very slim to none).

Katherine. My hooman, my bb, my pooky, my sleepy cat, my bebi and my love, I’m finally, finally, finally letting you go. We both deserve to be happy. You deserve to be, and I know I deserve it too 😊.

Mahal na mahal na mahal kita, Katherine. Until we meet again, my greatest love. Good night!

- Ima

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acupofmatt-blog1 · 6 years ago

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Take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got → Solane

Tagging→ @acupofmatt @reaglane

Location→ Reagan’s apartment

Date→ March 24, 2019

Summary→ After coming home from her trip to Acapulco, Matt decides she’s ready for another adventure. The romance kind.

REAGAN

Reagan could easily be defined as independent. So much, that it sometimes made getting into relationship a little harder for her, and same with having roommates in general. Her alone time was important to her, recharging after a long day was a must, and spending constant time with someone you loved more than anything even needed a break every now and again. But this past week when Matt was gone? Reagan was getting a little tired of having her...whatever they were, almost 3,000 miles away. She'd googled it. Sure, it might've just been because the constant pictures Matt was sending her and putting on the internet were dangerous to Reagan's work presence, or just because Matt was being sweet like, 24/7 these days and her therapy sessions were really seeming to be working, but instead it was all of those things, paired with the simple fact that Reagan just really, really liked her. And missed her. A lot. Even the parts that made her roll her eyes. By the time Sunday rolled around, she was more than a little restless; especially because she had the whole entire day to wait. She'd gone into her shop to clean and do some busy work even though it was closed, finished her afternoon up with a run in the park (it was finally spring, after all), and finally ended up back at her apartment cleaning her already clean apartment for a little while. She knew that Matt and Harper's plane got in kind of late, and by the time their Uber got to the front of Reagan's apartment building, it would be a little later. Was she getting tired? Maybe. But somehow, she had a feeling she'd be a little more woken up as soon as her tired and probably hungover Matt was safe and sound in her apartment.

By the time Matt texted her to let her know she was on her way as she thankfully asked her to do, Reagan quickly jumped off her couch, making a quick stop to the nearest mirror she could find to fluff out her freshly chopped hair and brush it with her fingers a few times before dashing back into the living room when she heard the knock. An immediate smile on her face as soon as she realized that Matt was only a few inches of wood away. It felt way too good, and full of relief, which maybe just confirmed the fact that Reagan really did like her. Which god, she really, really did. She waited a few seconds to make it look like she wasn't awkwardly waiting around with nothing better to do, before she swung the door open.

MATT

Matt had needed the getaway with Harper. Given all the drama that had gone down these past few weeks, Matt needed to get away from all the messiness. It wasn’t running away anymore. It was recharging. Because Matt was changing in good ways even if no one really saw it. It didn’t matter because all that mattered is that Reagan was seeing Matt changing. It was Reagan that suggested therapy and Matt hated to admit that it was working. Matt could be hard headed with her therapist, but he always managed to get through to her and her humor. And, God, Matt was SO into Reagan. Matt liked Reagan so much. Matt would never tread the realm of love, but maybe it was getting there. A little close to that realm for Matt’s liking, but she was trying not to be afraid with it. Despite having been in absolute paradise all week, Matt missed Reagan terribly. She just wanted to kiss Reagan’s cute face and cuddle with her and for Reagan to make those ugly Ninja Turtle pancakes she promised. All of the good stuff. It was always good stuff with Reagan. Matt was always comfortable enough to be the biggest nerd and a total dork around Reagan. It was different. A good different.

Once her and Harper made it back to New York, they took an Uber to drop Harper off first and then Matt to her apartment to drop off her luggage, get Reagan’s flowers from Reggie, and grab Reagan’s gift Matt got her from Acapulco. She didn’t even spend five minutes at her place before rushing to Reagan’s. She was a little jetlagged and hungover, but that didn’t stop Matt from going to Reagan’s and doing what she’s been thinking about the whole week: making things official. Matt liked Reagan a lot. It was undoubtable. Despite things still being weird with Lara, it didn’t erase the fact that more than anything, Matt just wanted Lara and her in good terms. No relationship or anything, but just good terms. Her mind was set on Reagan. Matt let out a deep breath as she made it to Reagan’s apartment and knocked, waiting with a big smile on her face that only grew more when she saw Reagan on the other side with her new haircut. “What’s up, bro?” Matt greeted with a teasing grin before leaning down and kissing Reagan’s lips. “Hi, baby.” Matt mumbled as she kissed Reagan’s cheek and hummed. “I missed you and your stupid cute face.” Matt pulled away and showed Reagan the bouquet arrangement done by Reggie with white jasmines, daffodils, and dark red carnations. “I had Reggie do this for you. Paid for it, of course.” Matt told her. “I think you can decipher the meanings there.” Matt bit her lip.

REAGAN

"Hi back," Reagan murmured, anything else she was going to say promptly cut off when Matt kissed her. Her hands moved to Matt's sides, giving them a tiny squeeze. Hearing such sweet names was still a fairly new occurrence between them, even if Matt had for sure pulled out the stops via text. But hearing it in person? Well, it was a lot. But it was a lot in the best way possible and it only made Reagan grin to herself even more. "This bro definitely hasn't been anxiously waiting in her apartment for some time now, that's for sure." She teased with a small smile, using one hand to run through her hair. Not even a nervous habit-- just trying to get used to how short it suddenly was. "Get your butt inside. If I remember correctly you definitely want to do some things that aren't exactly PG related and there's a 8 year old kid down the hall." She rolled her eyes, mostly at herself, and held the door open for Matt to actually come inside; she really didn't want to do their entire reunion with her nosy neighbors hearing everything, and shut it once they were both inside, her eyes traveling to the flowers. "So that's why Reggie wanted me to pick up lunch." Reagan smirked with a small smile, grabbing the flowers and glancing down at them. She knew Matt was one of those people that like herself, actually paid attention to flower meanings. Now, at least.

"Let's see here." She murmured as she looked it up and down. "It's beautiful, by the way. She's getting really good at this!" Reagan smiled. "White jasmine, red carnations, daffodil..." She trailed off. "Love and romance, love and affection, and daffodils are like, the flower that represents spring. Which I love. Thank you! That's really sweet of you.” She beamed, then, moving over to wrap arms around Matt’s waist in a small embrace. It felt way too nice to let go. “I love them.” She said quietly, standing up a little taller to give Matt a soft kiss on her cheek before walking off in the direction of her kitchen to find a vase and some water to put them in. She motioned for Matt to follow. "How was your flight?" She asked genuinely. "You're probably exhausted. And hungover. You can take a shower if you want. I'll even jump in with you." She smiled softly again as she put the flowers in the vase.

MATT

Matt hummed with an amused grin at Reagan’s confession. “Is that so?” Matt kissed Reagan’s cheek again. “All right, all right, Jesus, not even a minute here and you’re already horny for me.” Matt teased as she stepped inside and looked around the apartment. It had been an entire week since she was last here and Matt missed it quite a bit. It was always comfortable to be at Reagan’s place. Matt’s grin grew as Reagan took the flowers and Matt nodded dumbly as she kissed Reagan back and then watched Reagan easily define the meaning behind every flower. Minus the daffodil. Reagan needed a little more help with that one. Because the daffodil meant more than spring. It meant new beginnings and Matt was hoping they can have a new beginning today. As officially girlfriends. As officially, completely Reagan’s. Matt hugged Reagan back and hummed. “You know daffodils mean new beginnings too.” Matt commented as she followed Reagan to put the flowers in a vase. “It was all right. Harper and I were mostly napping and then watching true crime docs because Harper lives for it and the appeal is getting to me.”

Matt answered before raising an eyebrow at the suggestion of a shower. “That sounds perfect, actually.” Matt smiled. “With or without funny business, though?” Matt smirked as she tilted her head. “Because I’d be down for either option.” Matt shrugged. “I also got you a little bracelet made out of seashells. For you. Just something small and dumb.” Matt said softly as she showed Reagan the bracelet. “I know I could’ve done better in getting my…um…my girlfriend something. But…you know.” Matt chewed on her lip as she said the words aloud. “You—you know, if she actually wants to be my…my girlfriend.” Matt stammered. “She doesn’t have to be—well you don’t have to be. I don’t know why I was talking about you in the third person.” Matt chuckled nervously. She kinda expected to say that with a little more grace and maybe actually ask the question first instead of a statement. Just a thought.

REAGAN

"You didn't exactly make things easy for me. Totally can't be blamed for the way I'm feeling." Reagan defended with a smile. "I haven't had sex in a week. Which, god, is actually pretty hilarious because I've gone a whole lot longer before. You and your impact." She grinned. "Yeah, I do know that." She nodded. Maybe she should've picked on it then, but she'd given Matt daffodils in that cheesy bouquet she made her the day after Valentine's Day when they made up. And she wasn't asking her anything too serious at the time. Sure, from that moment on they'd been fairly good for the most part, but nothing really changed. They'd been like this, how they were now, for quite a while. "Plane rides can be pretty fun. If you're in first class, I mean. I usually just stuck to regular old business class, though." She shrugged.

"With, of course." Reagan smiled. "Definitely with. Besides, I could use an actual shower too. Oh my gosh, you haven't even seen how my shower works. It's also very nice. Not like my bed level of nice, But I put in one of those rain shower heads. It's perfect." She mused. She couldn't remember a time she was so open with her sexual needs for anyone, even Matt, because it was still a learning curve at times, and Matt was usually the one to go down that route. But it felt really nice to be open about what she wanted to do. And maybe absence just did make the heart grow fonder. Once she made sure the water in her vase wasn't too cold, she began filling it up. "Small and dumb, huh?" She smirked, shaking her head. "It's so cute. You're cute. It's gonna go really well with my suits and blazers, and my jean jackets and t-shirts. Look at you giving me all this jewelry." She mentioned, her fingers touching the necklace she still wore around her neck. She set the vase on the counter and grabbed a paper towel to wipe down the mess, her actions stopping when Matt finished her sentence. Her heart felt like it stopped beating, and everything kind of froze, and Matt was just casually saying things about a girlfriend, and by the split second it took her mind to realize what Matt was asking, (pretty nervously for that matter) she could feel herself nodding. "I'd love to be your girlfriend.” She nodded calmly to herself, a smile breaking out in her lips. "She really wants to be your girlfriend. Don't worry." Reagan beamed again, her eyes traveling to Matt's. She was so nervous, and it made Reagan want to do a lot of things to make her not nervous, but mostly, she was just glad that this was going a lot more smoothly than it was in Chicago. Even if she couldn't help but find Matt's nervous absolutely endearing and adorable. She hardly ever saw her nervous and stuttery. That was Reagan's job. "You're ready? Finally? Because I feel like I've been waiting what feels like years."

MATT

Matt smirked. "I'm happy I contributed to that increased sex drive." Matt teased. "I'll make sure to put it to good use, I promise." Matt nodded slowly as Reagan agreed with the daffodil meaning, but it still didn't click. "Yeah, I've never flown first class so I just sit with the regular people which really damages my ego because I know I'm better than all of them." Matt joked. "Even the crying babies." That soft smile that Matt reserved for Reagan quickly made its way back to her face as Reagan ranted about her damn shower head. How lamer could you get? Matt would usually roll her eyes at any of this, but it honestly made her heart flutter even more. That was her Reagan. Talking about home appliances like they're some type of godsend. And Matt loved it. "I hope you keep rambling like this while we shower, it's a big turn-on for me." Matt teased as she kissed Reagan's cheek. "I like it when you talk home appliances to me. It's like IKEA personified." Matt chuckled. Matt blushed as Reagan thanked her for the seashell bracelet and even pointed back to the carnation necklace Matt had gotten for her birthday. It made Matt really happy that Reagan was wearing it. Matt blushed even more when Reagan caught on to what Matt was asking and grinned when Reagan said she wanted to be her girlfriend and quickly nodded when Reagan asked if she was ready. "I'm more than ready. I want this more than anything. I...just want you. And only you." Matt told her. After talking with Lara, Matt felt more confident on her feelings for Reagan. Sure, she'd always love Lara, but it wasn't a present feeling anymore. "I pick you, remember?" Matt smiled softly as she reached out and grabbed Reagan's hand. "I want this. I want us. I'm all in, I promise." Matt assured. "I want this for as long as you'll have me, if I'm being honest."

REAGAN

Reagan really wanted to go back and talk about how she could very easily give Matt a pros and cons list of her shower head while they were in it, and she really wanted to revel in the fact that Matt apparently didn't mind at all when she blabbed about furniture-- that was also important. But she could really only focus on what Matt was asking, and what Matt was saying, and what was about to happen, and how it was finally happening. It did make her a little nervous, of course. She hadn't been asked to be anyone's girlfriend in quite a few years. And getting into a relationship could bring about a lot of fears and problems. But at the same time? They kind of already had theirs. Honestly, they were practically already in a relationship. It just wasn't official. Which would probably make everything very easy. More natural.

"It would be okay if you weren't. I'd wait. Not that I'm not thrilled you are, of course. I'm really thrilled. I just wouldn't want to pressure you into anything, you know?" She explained, nodding quickly to make sure her point made sense. Matt grabbing her hand was a good distraction from her thoughts, and also, just really sincere. "But I believe you." She explained, her eyes moving from Matt to their hands, back to Matt. "I haven't felt so wanted in my entire life, actually." She shrugged softly. "And to be honest, it kind of feels like you're already my girlfriend. We've got everything but the label." She grinned, taking a sure step closer to Matt. She really did trust her. She believed her. Sure, there were a few things that still worried her, like how they wanted different things in the long run, it seemed, and Matt and Lara and that entire situation, but it had all gotten better than when it all started. And that only meant room for improvement. "I want you, too. It's weird. No one's ever actually gotten me to consider buying a cartoon shaped waffle maker, or jump in a car and go to Chicago, or actually think going a week without having sex feels like forever. You've definitely got some sort of hold on me." She admitted, giving Matt's hand a squeeze before moving her thumb over the back of Matt's. She paused for a moment, taking it all in. "I'll definitely have you for as long as you'll also, have me. I adore you, remember?" She smiled softly. "A lot."

MATT

”But I believe you.” rang through Matt’s ears. It made her weirdly emotional to hear it. Reagan believed her. Trusted her. Wanted her. Matt never had all three things at once with a person, and it honestly terrified her. It excited her, too. If she made it this far with a person, what else was there to come? Good things, Matt hoped. “I’ve never felt so wanted, either. And...cared for. You care. A lot. Even before we figured feelings out. You wanted me to be better for me, not you. You wanted me to be a better Matt because you knew there was more to me than I let out. It’s been a while since someone’s seen more to me than that. I never opened up to someone so easily like I have with you. And easily adjusted to another person’s interests. I never cared much for plants and flowers until you. Or silk pajamas.” Matt chuckled. “I am absolute putty in your hands, Reagan. I like you more than I expected to. It’s a lot.” Matt leaned down to kiss Reagan, smiling when Reagan said those three words that meant so much to her. “Say it again. Say you adore me.” Matt looked at Reagan with a soft look in her eye. “I love it when you say that.” Matt mumbled as she kissed Reagan again. Matt believed in her and Reagan. She was hopeful—something Matt usually wasn’t too keen on being. “Since you’re my girlfriend now, does that mean I have to stop calling you ‘bro’ or can I still do that ironically?” Matt asked. “Because, not gonna like bro...I really like calling you that. Don’t worry, though. I’ll still call you my flower girl. And my baby.” Matt smiled as she pecked Reagan’s lips. “Mmm, especially the last one.”

REAGAN

"It's my lifelong mission to make people care about plants and flowers. You just made it incredibly easy. And the silk pajamas? An excellent addition." She mused. If there was one thing Reagan knew, it was that being supportive of people and accepting where they came from and what they've been through, just...caring a little too much in general even, usually resulted in amazing things. Sure, it had never resulted in an entire relationship before, but she was so glad it did. It was still a little surreal at times that someone like Matt, who could quite possibly get anyone she wanted just based on the way she looked, chose someone like Reagan. And obviously, Reagan was pretty glad that on the other end, they also liked each other for more than the way they looked. Matt was like, the closest thing to a sex goddess Reagan ever knew. But that was really just an added touch to the rest of her, which Reagan had more than enough fun learning about and getting to know. As Matt mentioned those words, and how much she loved hearing them, practically begging against her lips, Reagan almost lost it, and that familiar need she'd been experiencing all week returned. Matt was making her want things she'd never knew she'd want before. It was an even bigger reason to comply, but of course, she'd say it anyways.

"I adore you." She repeated, a nod escaping her as she pressed her own lips to Matt's. "Call me whatever you want." She smiled when she pulled back, her arms wrapping around Matt's waist again, needing that physical contact she hadn't gotten all week. Reagan had never been the type to be so mushy, or cheesy, or anything like that. Matt on the other hand, was surprisingly all for it. If she was being honest, pet names were never really her thing, even the most basic. But these? It warmed her heart in way too many ways. Flower girl was a given, of course. She'd heard that one a million times. The day that Matt just randomly started saying it though, it didn't seem annoying anymore. The other one? She could listen to Matt say that to her forever. "So," Reagan murmured, her hands still around Matt's waist moving in circles behind her. "What's the first thing on the agenda with the official relationship between Reagan Lane and Matt Solís?" She grinned.

MATT

Matt scrunched up her nose. "It doesn't help I'm a big, fat loser when it comes to you and your plants. And especially a loser completely heart eyes over those sexy pajamas, ugh." Matt chuckled. It honestly terrified Matt how there wasn't a single thing Reagan could ask of her that she wouldn't do for her. Okay, well, there was a few things. Matt would not give up Ninja Turtles or Mario Kart for ANYTHING. But she knew Reagan didn't mind (or at least, Matt hoped she didn't) how incredibly nerdy and dorky Matt could get. Reagan accepted a lot of things about Matt that Matt didn't know how Reagan accepted it. Matt's smile grew at the words, kissing the top of Reagan's head when Reagan wrapped her arms around Matt's waist. "My girlfriend." Matt blurted out. "I'll call you that too. Any day--fuck, every day honestly." It came no shock to Matt how absolutely cheesy and mushy she'd get when it came to people she had feelings for. Matt was a whipped little goober who had nothing but adoration for the person she was into. And Reagan? Well, Matt was absolutely nuts for her. She just wanted to wrap her arms around Reagan under the comfort of a stupid little fort and kissing her and telling Reagan how beautiful she was. Matt tilted her head at the question and smiled. "Well, I think we had plans of a shower Ms. Reagan Lane. And maybe..." Matt trailed off as she leaned down to kiss Reagan's jaw gently, making her way to Reagan's earlobe and nibbling on it playfully. "Just maybe...we can watch the news." Matt whispered, feigning a seductive voice as she said it before bursting into laughter. "Kidding, I'm kidding. We can have sex and cuddle." Matt kissed Reagan's cheek. "Anything you want, baby."

REAGAN

“That’s because pajamas and plants are the best things ever.” She smiled, she of course, knew she got lucky to find someone who wasn’t bothered by the things she did. Mutually. And even more, accepted and adored them. “I could take a shower.” She mumbled, letting out a breathy sigh as Matt kissed her again. Not on her lips this time. “You know, I forgot to tell you...that it has an anti-slip floor, which I think will come in handy…” she trailed off, her hands sliding up Matt’s shirt just to rest there. The same abs she was openly teased by the entire week. “I think I can catch up on the news in the morning.” She murmured, stepping back and grabbing Matt’s hand with her own. “Shower first.” She gently smirked. Leading her across the living room and down to her bathroom, which of course, was squeaky clean. It was a little different, as Matt was more often than not, the initiator. And even now, it was set up to happen, but Reagan just, really, really didn’t want to wait. And something told her Matt didn’t either. How could she blame herself, though? She’d been teased to the brink all week. With pictures on social media, and pictures send just to her, and all kinds of texts that made Reagan blush a little too hard at her desk at work. Matt’s looks weren’t the selling point for Reagan. But when she looked like that? And now it was all hers? She wouldn’t waste a second.

MATT

Matt giggled as she followed Reagan (not like she could stop, Reagan was literally pulling her). “Missing the news for sex? Reagan, I’m becoming a bad influence on you.” Matt clicked her tongue. “This is your chance, babe, break up with me while you can.” Matt continued to joke, kissing Reagan a little more deeply once they made it to the bathroom. “I really wanna try out that anti slip floor.” Matt mumbled against Reagan’s lips. “I’m suddenly really interested in that home appliance.” Matt chuckled as she kissed down to Reagan’s neck. Matt was surprised how horny Reagan was at the moment. Reagan didn’t mind sex at all, but now it looked like Reagan was hungry for it and Matt was pretty into it. After testing out the anti-slip floor a few times (maybe longer than necessary), Matt ran a hand through her wet hair before looking over at Reagan with a soft smile. “C’mere.” Matt mumbled as she pulled Reagan towards her and kissed her lips gently. “So did you finally get that sexual frustration out of your system, or are you still holding out for more?” Matt teased.

REAGAN

Thankfully, (mostly to the anti-slip shower floor) Reagan was still upright and in one piece by the time they'd finished. She let out a sigh as she felt Matt's lips on her again, looping her arms around Matt's waist as she did so, letting her head fall back under the stream of water for a moment when they broke apart. "I think I'm satisfied. Are you? For this moment, at least." She smiled, reaching her arm back to turn the faucet to a much warmer temperature again. They'd been in there so long it wasn't too far from cold, and after a while, the water temperature was the last thing on their minds. Plus, living in an apartment didn't really ensure the best constant water temperature, anyways. "God, though. It was a lot of sexual frustration to get out." She murmured, her eyes traveling from Matt's face, to well, lower. And then even lower. "Okay, we really need to get you out of here and covered up before I demand we spend the rest of the night here and I fall asleep in front of my tulips tomorrow. and you into a steaming hot espresso." She shook her head-- and since they were clean, and (mostly) satisfied, Reagan turned off the water and drew the curtain back, a shiver escaping her in the process. "There's way too many fluffy towels in that closet over there." She said, grabbing her robe off a hook next to the shower, and pointing to the closet by the door. She moved a towel over her own hair, not that it was shorter, a much easier process, although pretty desperate to be brushed.

MATT

“At least?” Matt retorted with a smirk. “Who are you? Is this still Reagan I’m talking to?” Matt chuckled. “I’m creating a monster. A big, horny monster.” Matt teased as she raised an eyebrow at Reagan’s eyes traveling down her body and Matt’s smug look grew even more. Matt had always been well aware of how hot she was and how bang-able her body was. Sometimes it made her come off as vain and superficial, but there was nothing wrong with being confident in knowing you’re hot as fuck. It was nice being reminded, though. Especially if it was by someone Matt was with. She knew Reagan liked her for more than her body and hadn’t run for the hills quite yet despite seeing Matt at her lowest, at times. It was nice. It was comforting. It was reassuring. Matt stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and chuckled. “Of course you have a fluffy robe you wear.” Matt teased as she kissed Reagans cheek. “It’s cute, though. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s hypoallergenic and has a cooling system and a Bluetooth, you weirdo.” Matt teased as she kissed Reagan again. “Do you think I can borrow an old t shirt or something? I might have to start bringing some of my cool t shirts here so I don’t get caught wearing a t shirt from one of your florist conventions.” Matt joked with a laugh as she walked out of the bathroom.

REAGAN

"I have no idea what you're doing to me, but I'm also not the most mad at it." She admitted, her cheeks tinted pink. "I think It's nearly impossible for anyone to not get like this after having you tease them for an entire 7 days." She shook her head. "You're just really beautiful. It's kinda weird now how that body's all mine now, you know?" She shrugged her shoulders, a small smile on her face. It was still a lot to believe. It still felt like it had been for a while though, because they'd definitely done a lot of things like this before without the label they now had. "There's nothing wrong with a good, expensive robe, you know. Although unfortunately, this one's pretty basic. I almost bought a heated one, but that didn't seem very safe." Once Matt was all covered up and heading out of the room, Reagan followed her, shutting off the lights. "Wear whatever you want." She smiled, walking over to her dresser and running a brush through her hair in the mirror. "My closet's your closet. Except for the expensive dresses in there and the things that won't fit you." Which might just be a lot given their height difference. She quietly changed into her pajamas, old sweatpants and the first T-shirt she could find, and after hanging up her robe back in the bathroom, turned back around. It was all very exciting, really. Because while it had been years since Reagan had a solid relationship, it was usually the little things that excited her. Like clothes in each other’s closets.

MATT

"And the rest of me too, you know." Matt teased before kissing Reagan's cheek again. "I'm just teasing. But I'm pretty happy that all of you is mine too. I'm really, really lucky. I won big time." Matt smiled as she changed into a random t shirt and smiled at the thought of some of these clothes eventually making their way to her room and her clothes to Reagan's. Something so small felt so meaningful, and it was all so domestic. Matt never thought that she'd get to experience some of these domestically sweet things. But here she was doing them since the very beginning, really. Once Matt was all changed, Matt walked over to Reagan and wrapped her arms behind Reagan as she brushed her hair. "I can't believe you're my girlfriend now. You get to sit in the girlfriend section at the Showers soccer game now. Oh and you can definitely cut in line at ACup. Total girlfriend privileges. AND you get exclusive drawings from me. And exclusive latte art. Honestly, you're reaping so many benefits. You can't get rid of me now." Matt joked as she kissed Reagan's neck gently. Not to initiate anything, really. Matt just wanted to feel Reagan close to her. And kiss her as much as she can.

REAGAN

“All of the rest of you, too.” She nodded. “That stupidly sexy body of yours is just an added benefit.” She mused, shrugging a little bit. She really never wanted it to seem like Reagan only liked Matt for her body. That wasn’t true at all, and probably, had happened to Matt before. “I guess I have to start getting out of bed early on weekends, huh?” She teased, setting her brush down on her dresser and turning around in Matt’s arms. “I’d hate to cut in line, though.” She admitted, her hands traveling to Matt’s shoulders to run down her arms. “I wanna be a good girl. Wait in line everyone else who isn’t Matt Solis’ girlfriend.” Reagan just didn’t like breaking the rules. Ever. “With everyone else who doesn’t get exclusive drawings and latte art.” She chuckled. “Finally getting up to the front of the line to a carefully crafted and personalized latte? That’ll show ‘em.” She smiled, “But really. I’m pretty curious to see what else you can put on a latte. And what else those hands of yours can do with a pencil.” She grabbed Matt’s hand, once again, and guided her to her bed. “Since you missed it so much.” She teased, sliding in herself. “As far as benefits go, besides the nice bed and shower and ninja turtle waffle maker,” She smirked. “I can for sure offer you flowers.” Which honestly? Reagan would do with ease. She liked to do it, to take the way someone was feeling and make them feel better through flowers. Or to just, give flowers to people she loved. Flowers with meaning that made it so much more than getting a plant.

MATT

“Mhmm, very stupid. A total moron body.” Matt agreed with a nod and giggled. “Just on Sundays. You get to see me all sweaty and hot and wiping off that sweat with my shit so you get a great look at my abs....” Matt trailed off with a smirk. “So you definitely have lots to look forward to.” Matt told her. Matt smiled when Reagan turned around and hummed. “Fine, you can follow the rules. But I’ll definitely make sure you get the most special. Little flower art in your coffee and everything.” Matt said. “And also a kiss because no one but Matt Solís’ girlfriend gets kisses.” Matt told her as she kissed Reagan’s lips gently. “That’s another privilege.” Matt smiled. “I can put almost anything, honestly. I’ve got five years of being a barista as practice. It’s great. I like it. I get to do art and stuff. Plus, I don’t know where I’d be if April hadn’t offered me a job. So it’s really special to me. Even if it can be a shit show, sometimes.” Matt chuckled as she followed Reagan to her bed. “I honestly think the ninja turtle waffle maker is the only reason I was ready for a relationship with you.” Matt joked. “I knew you were it for me from there.” Matt hummed. “And flowers seem like the best thing in the world. Especially from you. I want all the flowers to come from you.” Matt smiled. “Plus, another benefit is waking up next to you. Even if you’re a grump in the mornings.” Matt chuckled.

REAGAN

“Too much sweat talk,” Reagan mused, scrunching up her nose. “But I do like watching you play. Even if you haven’t scored a goal yet.” She teased, sliding over next to Matt, turning on her side to face her, one arm lazily sliding over her waist. She wasn’t sure if PDA was all that professional, but she wouldn’t deny that chance. As long as it was allowed. Reagan didn’t know what Matt’s life plans were. She made a mental note to ask her. But not now. Did that even matter? She didn’t know. Her ex-girlfriends had plans. Long plans. And Reagan had plans. But Matt? Matt didn’t. Right? But Matt made her so happy. And that could be enough. “I’m just glad you love your job. Not a lot of people can say the same.” At the mention of flowers, Reagan smiled gently. “Oh, I can think of all the flowers I’m gonna get you. Roses, peonies, asters and tulips... and red carnations, of course.” She grinned. “Definitely red carnations.”

MATT

Matt pouted. “I get distracted really easily.” Matt told her. “Don’t judge me. I’ll score a goal one day! You’ll see. Most of the time I have a really nice manicure I don’t want to ruin.” Matt shrugged before smiling as Reagan cuddled up to her and Matt hummed. “I missed this. Harper’s not a good cuddler like you.” Matt kissed Reagan’s forehead. Matt nodded. “I do love it. And even though most baristas at ACup see their barista job as something temporary, I don’t. I could see myself working there forever, honestly.” Matt shrugged. “I like what I do and I do it really well.” Matt shared. Matt smiled as Reagan mentioned all the flowers she planned on getting Matt. Flowers were never a big deal to Matt until she met Reagan. Suddenly her world became involved with flowers and Matt didn’t mind it at all. She loved the fact that Reagan was so passionate. And the fact that Reagan liked her enough to think of buying flowers for her. “That’s sweet. You’re sweet.” Matt kissed Reagan’s cheek. “I like you. I’m gonna keep you, c’mere.” Matt wrapped her arms around Reagan.

REAGAN

“You know only the goalies are allowed to use their hands, right? I think your manicure will be safe.” She chuckled, her hand traveling to Matt’s to look at her manicure. Reagan wasn’t really one for that sort of thing, not when she used her hands so much. “You do get distracted quite easily. I’ll go but just hide behind a pole or something so you focus on the game.” At the kids to her forehead, Reagan let her eyes fall closed for a moment, before opening them and nodding in response. “I know I’ll be at my store forever. They’ll probably have to rip me me away so I can retire and not work myself to death.” She mused. “There’s definitely enough benefits of ACup, though. I’d stick around for as long as you can.” She closed the gap between them even further, letting Matt’s arms circle her with a smile. “Please feel free to keep me. I could probably find a sensible 34-year-old single mom, but something tells me my life wouldn’t be nearly as exciting.” With a tiny smirk, she moved her head to rest on Matt’s shoulder.

MATT

“I just can’t risk it, babe.” Matt sighed dramatically. “Besides, I don’t really get the chance to do many manicures when I’m at ACup. That espresso machine is a little bitch.” Matt chuckled as she smiled softly at Reagan. “Yeah, but it’s not my fault that you’re really cute wearing my jersey.” Matt kissed Reagan’s cheek. “Fiona makes fun of me for it, but don’t worry. I’ll score a goal soon and make sure to dedicate it to you.” Matt told her. “I’m mostly there to show diversity. In a sea of vanilla ice cream, I’m a caramel sundae.” Matt smirked before giggling. “Especially with this tan I got going on.” Matt smirked even more. “Pretty great, huh?” Matt nodded. “You little workaholic.” Matt chuckled. “You even surpassed me. And I’m always working, too. I’m like the best ACup barista, so I gotta be there for the looks and the talent.” Matt shrugged as she smiled as Reagan leaned closer and Matt rubbed Reagan’s back slowly. “I’ll keep you for a long time. Try not to get sick of me.” Matt half-joked. Matt knew relationships never really lasted long with her. People assumed it was Matt who broke things off, but it was honestly always Matt who got dumped. She hoped it wouldn’t be the case with Reagan, but if it was, Matt would just enjoy however long she’d have with Regan. “Although if you ever left me for a hot MILF, I wouldn’t be upset. Not if I can get involved in a post-breakup threesome.” Matt smirked.

REAGAN

"Dedicate your first goal to yourself. A lot of hard work's gotta go into that if it happens." She grinned. The idea of wearing your girlfriend's jersey at the age of 31 at a soccer game never really went through her mind before this. But if it made Matt happy? Sure, she'd do it. She'd compromise. She looked good in pink. She let out a yawn then, not too tired; just cozy, and raised an eyebrow when Matt spoke again. "You're so stupid." She laughed, turning it to lean against Matt's shoulder. "But yeah, It's pretty great. It suits you. All I need is to be with someone who brings out my paleness. And my shortness." She rolled her eyes playfully. Opposites really did attract between them, that much was obvious. In all kinds of ways. Reagan really had a feeling it would even things out though. Compliment who they already were in some really good ways. Reagan needed to let things happen as they came, Matt probably needed some structure which Reagan could definitely provide. "I can't say I go into ACup enough to gauge the best barista..." She teased, trailing off. "But you're definitely the cutest. And I know you put a lot of work in. Maybe I'm just a little biased, though." She reached her arm over and moved the covers around them. "I definitely need to start going to ACup more, though. I can definitely skip using my fancy coffee maker here if you're the one giving it to me," She mused. It felt warm and safe to be laying there with Matt. Which was something people didn't really equate with her in general. "Try not to get sick of me." She said back. "But please. I think I'm getting closer to figuring you out. An onion, remember?"

MATT

Matt grinned when she heard Reagan laugh. Matt prided herself in being able to make people laugh, but when it was her girlfriend (wow, Matt still couldn't believe that was the title she had now)? It only made Matt prouder. "I like hearing you laugh." Matt mused. "I'm going to try to make you laugh all the time." Matt told her as she kissed Reagan's head. "You know, I really wouldn't mind some flirting going on at ACup. Maybe some kissing. Making elaborate latte art for my flower girl of a girlfriend is no easy feat. It deserves rewarding." Matt smiled when Reagan called her "cute." Matt didn't ever consider herself "cute," but she believed it when Reagan said it. Matt had never been such a big softie for anyone. Well, not this early in a relationship, anyway. Things were different this time around, though. Things with Reagan were different. A good different. Sure, there were several differences between her and Reagan, but Matt truly believed her and Reagan could really do it. It wouldn't be just another failed relationship. "I could never get sick of you." Matt mumbled. "You're my favorite person in the world. Even beating Rihanna." Matt chuckled at the onion reference. "Yeah, an onion." Matt shook her head. "Somewhere under this, there's a Shrek joke I could make, but I'm entirely too comfortable right now." Matt hummed as she rubbed Reagan's back before closing her eyes with a content sigh. "I'm really happy, you know. The happiest. And that's because of you." Matt smiled, opening one eye to look at Reagan. "Thank you for saying yes, I'll make sure you never regret saying it. I promise."

#ac: reagan #para #para: 23 #para: take a look at my girlfriend she's the only one i got #solane

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kimjun · 2 years ago

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Okay, but thoughts on Damian Wayne x happy, bubbly reader who he always thought was this weak, powerless little thing, and then he sees her fight better than anyone he’s ever seen-

Delicado | Damian x leitor

Você era a definição de adorável aos olhos de quem olhava para você. Suas roupas eram sempre adoráveis, assim como seus brincos divertidos, sempre tinham formatos diferentes, flores, corações, jujubas eram sempre diferentes. Você sempre teve o cabelo preso em formatos diferentes, sempre tinha alguma coisa enfeitando sua cabeça.

Damian always thought you were as delicate as a flower, and he was always careful with you, he was always soft even in touching your skin, the boy was afraid to hurt you. Damian worried when you found out he was Robin, he thought you would be in danger, so he trained more, he wanted to protect you. Leave danger away from you.

Helpless and cute, you've heard it many times even with your boyfriend's family. Just because you dressed in a delicate way does that make you defenseless? Everyone saw you like that and maybe it bothered you. Damian didn't say that out loud, but you knew he thought you were fragile. Your best friend Jason was the one who didn't really see you as just a helpless girl. So he was the only one who was not in shock now.

Everyone in the cave was paralyzed, no one was really blinking because the scene in front of them was something that couldn't be reality.

You the sweet yn that dressed in a lovely way, was with one of Damian's blades, but what really shocked everyone was that the blade was on Bruce Wayne's neck, a cut that was bleeding a lot, the look on his face was something that no one had ever seen. You were in front of Jason like an ounce protecting your young from a predator.

It all happened because Jason had gone after Joker, but Bruce brought him home again, and a fight started, Bruce went over to Jason to punch the boy. It was at that moment that you got into their fight, you took Damian's blade, you kicked Bruce's arm the moment he punched Jason more, you slid the blade around the neck of the man who groaned away, the tip of the blade slid into a vein in the neck. No one has ever seen Bruce freeze. But there was Batman, frozen because a girl in flower pajamas had a blade around her neck.

Bruce saw the look you had, you were really willing to wear the blade deeper in your neck. Bruce swallowed dry, he saw that no one moved, all petrified.

— You are thinking about how you are going to kill me, I can read you now.- Bruce whispers, you are still firm with the blade. — We didn't kill Yn.

— Maybe, I'm not your kids who follow your rule, Do you really believe that something as small as a rule, or a law, can stop me from protecting Jason from you?

— Love, you shouldn't play with blades.- Damian comes back to you, he runs to you.

— If you try to take this from me, your father will be dead.- you look at Damian. — You will never hurt Jason again, did you hear me? - you looked at Bruce.

— Yes.- Bruce releases the air when you throw the blade on the floor and go to Jason.

— Did you also see Damian's girlfriend threaten Bruce? - Dick whispered in shock.

— That was shocking.- Cass speaks.

— Were you really going to kill Bruce? - Jason asked, you and Damian were helping him. Damian seemed to expect an answer.

— Not in front of you, my mother taught me to do this without leaving a trace... He had many eyes on me at that moment. - Damian looked at you surprised.

— What do you mean? Did your mother teach you how to kill? - Damian chokes, he cannot believe that his helpless yn is nothing helpless.

— My mother is a black widow... Do you think she taught me what? - you laugh leaving a kiss on Damian's cheek, you went out to get first aid.

— I was also shocked when I saw her come out of adorable yn for a yn fuck.- Jason laughs at Damian's shock face.

#reader insert #x reader #dc x y/n #jason todd x reader #dcu #dick grayson #bruce wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne #batfam x reader #dc x reader #batfan #batman x y/n #damian al ghul #damian x reader #jason todd is red hood #jason x reader #jason todd #dick x reader #dick grayson x reader

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the-offside-rule · 2 years ago

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Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Real Life Lessons

Requested: no

Warnings: none

It was a hot day in Barcelona. The sun was splitting the stones and the Gonzalez family were of course getting the most of the sun before the autumn weather set in. Y/n had helped her boyfriend's mother prepare lunch for the family and was putting the dishes away. Pedri did insist that he did them, but he had a rough match the day before and Y/n wanted her boyfriend to enjoy at least a day off with his family. As the dishwasher was put on, she decided to go to the shop and to pick up some stuff for baking. She grabbed her car keys and was about to leave. She turned for her purse when she saw her boyfriend in the doorway of the kitchen. "¿llendo a algún lugar?" Her face twisted into one of confusion. "No lo pillo." She replied, making Pedri laugh. "Your Spanish gets worse by the day." He smiled as he walked closer and kissed the top of her head. "Where are you going?" He asked. "Oh. I'm going to the store." She replied. "Let me go and get dressed. I want to go too."

"Babe, you don't even know why I'm going." Pedri shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care. I am going." Y/n smiled and waited for her boyfriend who only took a minute to get ready. "Alright. Vamos." He said, picking up his own keys. "Im driving." Y/n said. "Says who?" She lifted her keys up and dangled them in front of him. "I need to practice driving on the other side of the road. Remember?" He let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay fine." He opened the door and let her out, then closing the door behind him and getting into her car. He let out an irriated groan as she drove, the air only getting hotter. "Amor, do you not have air conditioning?" Y/n was too concentrated on the road and her surroundings to care. "Amor? Estas escuchando?" She came back to reality once she saw clear road ahead of her. "I don't have it." Pedri's head snapped up. "Que quieres decir con que no tienes aire acondicionado?!" He exclaimed. "You just answered your own question in a question."

"Amor, you live in Spain now. Its hot in the summer and you don't have air conditioning?" She nodded. "Correcto." He sat back in the car. "La conche de tu madre." He muttered, holding the bridge of his nose. "Relax, we're nearly at mercadona." She smiled. Pedri slowly looked over to her and sighed. "Lo que digas mi vida."

Now came the tricky thing, especially in Barcelona; parking. "Babe? Can you direct me out please?" His face twisted into one of confusion. "No lo pollo." She sighed. "I need you to tell me when to stop so I don't hit the car behind." He was in disbelief. "No tienes un sensor en tu coche para aparcar?" She shook her head. "I only paid three thousand euros for this car babe." His lips turned into a thin line as he got out and stood behind the car. "Tell me when to stop!" She shouted out the window. "How close is too close?" He asked. "Touching is too close!" He watched as she slowly drove her car backwards, however, some fans recognised him and came over, taking his attention for a moment which resulted in Y/n nearly hitting a car 100 times more expensive than hers right behind her. She waited until the people left and then got out. "Babe! Que demonios?!" Pedri jumped at the sudden tone. "Oh ahora hablas español." He muttered. "I just asked you to look out! I have a college tuition to pay, I don't have money to fix a car like this! I barely have enough for my own car!" If anyone saw the fearless Pedri being yelled at and looking scared, I'm sure most people would laugh, because off the pitch, he's like most men; afraid of their girlfriends while they're angry. "Look, it's okay, it's okay-"

"It's okay? It's not your car!" Pedri held onto her arms, rubbing them. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry mi vida just, I'm sorry." She let out a sigh. "No, no. I'm over reacting. You just had fans to talk to, I'm sorry." He held her closely and kissed her hair. "Come on, let's go get stuff, vale?" She smiled at him and held his hand. "Of course." Pedri grabbed the shopping basket and followed Y/n around as she grabbed various ingredients for baking. Pedri watched her as she so peacefully grabbed stuff and placed it in the basket, but she wasn't using her skills at all. "Do we need anything else, mi vida?" Y/n looked through her phone at the recipe she wanted to make. "Just milk." Pedri nodded. "Okay, go ask for milk." He said. "But I know where the milk is. I've been to this store plenty of times." She replied, placing some eggs in the basket. "But it's for your Spanish. Go ask where the milk is. If you get stuck, I'm here." She just stared at him. Unsure if he was being serious or not. "Serio?" She asked. "Serio." He replied. The fear shot up through her body. She only really spoke to her boyfriend's family and they knew she had trouble from time to time, but strangers? They would probably judge her and she didn't exactly want that. "Babe, do I have to?" He nodded. "You'll be fine."

Y/n walked hesitantly towards a woman in the iconic mercadona outfit. She picked at her nails as she got ever so closer, occasionally looking back to her boyfriend for support from afar. She stood behind her and let out a nervous breath. "Perdóneme?" The lady turned and smiled. "Si señora. Necesitas ayuda?" Y/n nodded. "Sí por favor. Tienes leche?" The lady smiled even bigger. "Sí, por supuesto. Somos una tienda de abarrotes." She chuckled. "Sígueme." Y/n looked confused but then looked back to her boyfriend who signed for her to move along and follow. "Oh."She mouthed, following her. Y/n knew the way but she followed anyway. The shop assistant pointed to the boxes of milk on the pallette. "Aquí está. ¿Puedo ayudarte con algo mas?" She spoke so quickly, Y/n didn't understand. She froze, unable to speak. "Lo siento, acabas de empezar a aprender español. Ella se mudó aquí hace sólo un mes, creo."

"Un mes y medio. Casi dos." Pedri smiled as she spoke more. "Ella lo hizo muy bien. Déjame saber si necesitas algo más." The couple nodded. "Vale, gracias." Pedri replied, placing a carton of milk into the basket. "See? It wasn't difficult." She gave a light hearted smile, still slightly shaken up. She hated speaking Spanish but she knew eventually she would speak like a local. "Aw mi vida. How about we go for some coffee after this? And I'll even drive." He put an arm around her as she agreed. "Come, we need to go pay and then we can go." Y/n watched as her boyfriend placed the items on the belt. She knew this was very cliché but she didn't know how she got so lucky. Pedri turned and noticed her enamored smile. "Que pasa?" He asked. She pecked his cheek and grinned like a school girl. "Te amo."

"Lo se. Soy perfecto." She scoffed and walked by him as he simply chuckled. He felt the exact same way and no words could describe how proud he was of her for simply trying to adjust. She was doing so well and he loved her eith all his heart.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez oneshot #pedri gonzalez blurb #laliga #fcbarcelona

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pxperplxnets · 2 years ago

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comforts and songs

summary: conrad has a bad race, so alana goes to his apartment to cheer him up.

pairing: conrad laursen x alana diaz.

conrad and alana character descriptions

word count: 974

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

part one - previous part

san lucas - kevin kaarl.

for some reason i can’t answer the ask, so here is the conrad one shot! @hannahharp

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conrad had not had the best race.

he was in p3 for the majority of it until he lost control of his car, causing him to spin into the grass and not be able to finish.

as he got into the prema room, he immediately went up to alana, who waited for him with open arms.

“i’m sorry, love” she whispered. he stayed silent, pulling her further into him. “how about we go to your apartment later, cuddle for a bit?” her hand weaved through his hair comfortingly. he only nodded softly before he pulled away from her, kissing her forehead as he sat down next to her.

a couple hours later, conrad didn’t seem to be any happier, and it pained alana to no end. he was generally such an energetic and happy person, seeing him in a bad mood made her heart sink a little.

when they were finally able to leave, they both silently walked to conrad’s apartment. their hands sat intertwined between them as they walked, with alana humming softly to break the silence. she really didn't want to push him to speak, but silence was never her favourite thing.

as they got home, conrad went directly into the shower, not before leaving a kiss on alana’s cheek. the girl made her way into his room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts to change into. she laid on his bed, scrolling through tik tok and waiting for him to finish showering.

coming out of the bathroom, a smile made his way onto his lips at the sight of his girlfriend -well, unofficial girlfriend- laying on his bed, wearing his clothes. alana noticed his staring and offered him a smile.

“better?” she opened her arms for him. “yeah, sorry about the mood” the boy apologised as he laid down next to her, laying his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. “it's alright, we all feel down sometimes” she reassured, taking her hand to his hair and caressing it softly. he sighed into her chest, going back into a comfortable silence.

“hey, lana?” conrad interrupted the silence after a couple of minutes. she hummed a response “would you sing me that song? the one you always sing?” his voice was shy, barely a whisper, and it melted her heart. “san lucas?” he nodded into her neck. “yeah, of course”

“dile ya, a tus papás, que no vas a regresar” (tell your parents that you won't come back)

“te vas con un loco que no te para de amar” (you're leaving with a crazy guy that won't stop loving you)

“a vivir salvajes, libres, libres allá en san lucas” (to live wild and free, free there in san lucas)

“tus ojos brillan más que la luna, sol y mar” (your eyes shine brighter than the moon, the sun and the sea)

“quiero desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (i want to strip your soul and sing it a song)

“darle todo mi cariño y entregarle mi amor” (give it all my affection and give it my love)

“oh-oh, oh-oh”

“oh-oh-oh”

conrad heard her sing, and even though he didn't understand the lyrics, he knew what they said. the first time he heard her sing it he asked her to translate it for him. it had become one of his favourite songs because it reminded him of her in so many ways.

“qué bonito tu vestido blanco” (your white dress is so pretty)

“que ella baila, que ella baila con el campo” (she dances, dances with the meadow)

“mira, mira, corazón, olvida el miedo que hay en ti” (look, look sweetheart, forget the fear inside you)

“es que deja de sufrir, todo aquello ya pasó” (stop suffering, all of it has passed)

“grita y ponte ya a vivir que todo va a salir mejor” (scream and start living, everything will get better)

“si escapas de mi vida ya, llorando siempre en tu habitación” (if you escape from my life, crying always in your bedroom)

“dile ya, a tus papás, que no vas a regresar” (tell your parents that you won't come back)

“te vas con un loco que no te para de amar” (you're leaving with a crazy guy that won't stop loving you)

“a vivir salvajes, libres, libres allá en san lucas” (to live wild and free, free there in san lucas)

“tus ojos brillan más que la luna, sol y mar” (your eyes shine brighter than the moon, the sun and the sea)

“desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (strip your soul and sing it a song)

“que toda tu mirada me demuestre tu amor” (let all your gazes show me your love)

“desnudar tu alma y dedicarle una canción” (strip your soul and sing it a song)

alana finished singing, her finger still weaving through his hair. she felt his smile against her skin, making her smile too.

“you're singing is amazing, love” he complimented “thanks” she giggled softly at the kiss he pressed against his neck “thank you for being here” he sat up a little to be able to make eye contact with her “of course, what are girlfriends for?” her eyes widened mid sentence, catching up to what she was saying. they had never talked about labels, had she screwed up?

fuck.

she calmed down a bit when she saw his smile. “i don't really know, but i have the best one” he leaned down to kiss her, making the girl giggle as he tickled her side mid kiss. “well, I have the best boyfriend, so i guess we’re both lucky” she said before kissing him again.

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authors note:

some conrad and alana content to ease the soul.

honeslty writing for them feels so much lighter than writing for aurora and paul dfhkshdf. but anyways, this is one of my favorite songs and it for some reason reminds me of conrad so yeah.

#Conrad Laursen #conradlaursenxoc #conradlaursenoneshot #conrad x alana #alana diaz #prema racing #Prema #premaoneshots #f4 #f4oneshots #pxperplxnets

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domesticblisss · 4 years ago

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Comerte Entera

Jay White x Female Reader Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1155 Warnings: Fluff? Enemies to lovers, sexual innuendos, the beginning of smut. Summary: Jay hates the new backstage event coordinator and she hates him back. Inspired by C-Tangana’s song, “Comerte Entera” A/N: Was listening to this today and the first thing that came to mind was enemies to lovers with Jay. Despite the title being in spanish, the story is written in english! (there will be a bit of spanish and portuguese in the mix because of the lyrics.) Also, maybe y’all should listen to the song while y’all read it.

Entera, comerte entera

Comerte—

He met her when he came back to Japan for his full time run. She was a new addition to the administrative personnel that took care and made sure that the shows ran smoothly. Coordinating the team, she took care of the schedules, making sure the talent cut their promo on time and not extending it so it wouldn’t ruin the slot for the next wrestler. It was also under her wing the maintenance of the media room, where the camera people should be positioned, where the wrestlers should cut their promos, if there’s enough water for them or if the air conditioning was comfortable enough for not to cause a heat shock for those who just got back from their matches.

No puedo más que pensar

En tu forma de hablar

Roneando, mmm

She was known for having a strong personality, even thought she was friendly and almost a mother to those who worked under her, she was a completely different person when it came to the wrestlers, specially the gaijins. Jay would be amused watching from afar how she handled Finlay and Juice when they decided to act up, he won’t even get started on how he felt when he saw how done she always was with Ospreay and his girlfriend, the only gaijin she was actually friends with was Zack Sabre Jr.

She was a mystery to most, a mystery Jay would love to solve.

No puedo más que pensar

En tu culo al pasar

Rebotando

All of that curiosity came to a stop when her feisty personality made its way to him. It began when he started to demand that chairs were laid out for him during his segments and she even went out of her way to explain, calmly, to him that she couldn’t have one in front of the camera.

He took it to heart, and every single week he would make a show about it, about how he wanted his goddamned chair, and she would always tell him “Jay, we run on a schedule, I can’t put on a chair for you and take it off as you please. You know it’s ‘come, say your piece and go’.”

Things got really bad when he decided to grab one poor camera woman and bring her in front of the cameras to demand the fucking chair. She waited for him to end his show, gave him enough time to leave the room and went after him. She doesn’t know what possessed her, but next thing she knew, she had grabbed Jay by his forearm and slammed him against a wall, got on his face and “If you ever touch another person of my crew again, I will end you. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care if you are the top guy in this company or that I’m getting fired for this, but I will end you.” all Jay did was give her one of his signature “full of himself” smirk as she left.

“I told you not to mess with her.” Gedo shook his head and left Jay thinking.

Y en tu forma de atarte el pelo con una cola, para atrás

Quiero agarrarte, no aguanto más sin

Jay wouldn’t admit, but all he had on his mind that week was the way she grabbed his arm, the way she slammed him against the wall and the way her nose almost touched his lips.

She wouldn’t admit, but all she had on her mind that week was the way Jay cradled the camera woman’s neck on his hands, the way he squeezed her cheeks and the stupid smirk he gave her after she exploded with him.

Comerte entera (Ey)

On the following weeks, Jay slowed down a bit, still made his chair demands and would make a snarky comment or two towards her when she was nearby, but nothing that disrupted her peace.

That was until the fateful day where he thought, for some reason, that Yujiro and the Bullet Club were conspiring against him to take his win on the Jay-1. He did what he did best: started screaming around, grabbing chairs out of one of the crew members hand and threw them around, almost hurting a few passers-by. Gedo had to intervene to calm him down, telling him nothing was happening, that no one was turning against him and that he was going to talk to Yuji.

Once again, she waited for them to leave, giving them a few minutes and went after the two men. She found jay by himself, crouched by the door of his locker room. She walked slowly to him, stopping in front of him before speaking.

“What is wrong with you?”

He looked up to her and laughed, the same laugh he always gave when he was about to lose it.

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

“What did I tell you the last time you touched one of my friends? What do you want, Jay?”

He propped himself on his two feet in one quick move, opened his locker room door and pulled her him. He was quicker than she could process, and next thing she knows, she is pressed against the door, its knob pressing tight against her back and Jay’s body pressed even tighter against hers, his beard scratching the skin of her face, his lips furiously pulling hers in. She protested a bit before giving in.

Soon his lips made their way down her neck, leaving wet trails on their path, biting her, marking her, making her moan. She could feel how hard he was and mixed with how rough his touches were, it was driving her insane. She got back to her sane state of mind when she felt one of his hands getting inside her bra and pinching one of her nipples.

“I can’t do this.” she said, pushing him away.

“I knew you would back out. Fucking weak.”

She slapped him. “I can’t do this right now, you dumb fuck. I still have four segments to film, and I have to wrap up everything.” Trying to get it together, she tied her hair up and smoothed her clothes down.

Jay gave her a sheepish smile, his cheeks blushing. “Oh, ok. I’m sorry. I’m at the Hilton too, room 1206. Meet me there?” he asked her, shyly, looking like a completely different person.

“Yeah, two hours top.”

She was about to open the door when he grabbed her again, held her by the hair and slammed their lips together once more. This time the kiss was slower, both of them making sure to cherish it. Jay finally let her go, smoothing her hair before she opened the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye, see ya in a few.” she winked.

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#jay white #jay white x reader #jay white imagine #wrestling imagine #njpw imagine #DB Writes

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freddyjoncs · 3 years ago

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𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙻𝚂𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟻.

t a g g i n g : fred jones sr, judy reeves, brad chiles.

t i m e f r a m e : summer 1995

l o c a t i o n : coolsville

n o t e s : zulema said it’s finally time to expand the coolsville cinematic universe. for more insight to the foolery read freddy’s self-discovery para.

when the town of coolsville comes to mind you don’t think of the white picket fences, family barbecues in the summertime heat or pleasantville USA. No, you think of the deaths, the monsters, the mysteries that run deep within the town. for years, mayor jones has tried his best to bury the past. He wanted to present this squeaky clean image. a town you could raise a family in, after all, his family was the mold. perfect mayor & father and perfect son.

and if he couldn’t do that, he would just bank on how marketable the town was.

not everyone could keep up with the joneses after all.

judy reeves knew that all too well. her curiosity is what ultimately lead to her demise. had she only stopped digging perhaps she could’ve had the white picket fence dream her boyfriend always dreamed for them and their son.

being a coolsville native, judy always knew there was something off about the town. bad things always happened to coolsville inhabitants. the neighbouring city of hallow falls seemed to have the same luck, not as bad, she thought. sure, they had the myth of the sanderson sisters but at least people didn’t die every couple of years in their town. coolsville didn’t have that luck. she could tell you the stories of each killer by heart. she had memorized them, found an interest in it like every teen had.

captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree and most recently tommy lomis. all infamous for the crimes they had committed against the town. all now stories told to scare children. but judy knew there was more to it. these weren’t stories or just random happenings. it was a curse.

coolsville was cursed.

over the years the stories no longer struck fear into the hearts of the people of coolsville. the last spree had happened in 1978 at the now demolished camp Grimwood. The Jones family had seen to it that the camp would be gone in hopes for the town to move on. They had healed now. it felt right to go back to a life or normalcy. it’s what brad had wanted for them - especially when their son robbie came along.

judy reeves and brad chiles, high school sweethearts turned young parents had always been stuck to each other’s side through thick and thin. Judy a bright girl with an extraordinary future before her. at least, that’s what everyone said. valedictorian, prom queen, top of her class and just over all a wonderful girl. everyone believed she was going places until she found herself shacked up with brad chiles, the boy from the other side of the tracks who was nothing but trouble. they all said the moment they met her life was over. when she got pregnant her senior year of high school everyone believed it to be true. another waste of a perfectly good future. it’s why the elite of coolsville stayed on their side.

but Judy had never been like them. she wasn’t a classist asshole like her parents. Brad wasn’t some fun little side project either. she genuinely loved him and their son who game into the world on graduation. she didn’t need fancy titles, nice cars or riches to make her happy in life. the family she had created with brad was enough. life was perfect in her eyes

that is until her brother murdered innocent people.

it was a late summer in june. Brad’s brother, Jacob, who worked at the local mall was on a closing shift. He was supposed to return home just like he always did but instead they received a call from sheriff stone. Jacob was dead. Not only that he had murdered five people at the mall including his best friend, Alice May. The only way to stop him was a shot through the head.

Judy couldn’t believe it. She refused to believe it. Brad’s brother would never do such a thing. Jacob was a good kid he wasn’t capable of murder. there was only one reason as to why he would behave in such a way.

the curse.

it had to be the curse. Judy was so sure of it. There was no way Jacob could ever do such a thing.

“There has to be some knowledge about it.” Judy said as she looked through books in the local library.

“babe, it’s late. we’ve been at this for hours. we’ve found nothing.” which is exactly what brad expected. he didn’t have the heart to tell his girlfriend to stop. nor did he have the heart to tell her that trying to place a curse on his brother’s actions didn’t help the grieving process.

“brad, I know there has to be something here. everyone chants about that damn curse and spit it in your face. they write it on the walls, for christ sa-” a hand fell on judy’s hand during her tangent.

“our son is at home.” was all brad said and judy stopped to look at him with sad eyes. as much as her stubbornness wanted to keep pushing for answers Judy knew that Robbie was waiting for them at home. Another day, she thought. another day she’d try it again. for now, she would go home and take care of her son.

.....

as much as brad wanted judy to stop her wild goose chase he knew she would never stop. by the end of june he had enough of it. they fought more about her trying to break this silly curse than anything else. he had made peace with what happened with his brother why couldn’t judy just leave it the fuck alone?

“there is no curse judy!” he yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Yes there is, brad! Why do you think bad things keep happening to this town? consistent murders don’t just happen like they do here.”

“people are monsters. what do you expect? it can’t all be sunshine and rainbows. I know the north side taught you that it was.” there was a silence that fell over them.

“I didn’t mean-” fuck, but he did, didn’t he? he resented judy at times because she came from privilege because she lived in the land of white picket fences and green lawns and he came from the side of the town where your brothers killed innocent people.

“I know that I had it much easier than you. You don’t have to throw that in my face. but why can’t you just believe me? The stories-”

“they’re just ghost stories, judy.”

she turned away from him, not wanting brad to see the tears welling up in her eyes.

“but they’re not.”

.....

it turns out her relentless searching wasn’t for nothing. on her journey for the truth she discovered two of her classmates, Cassidy Williams and Ricky Owens, were believers of the curse as well. in fact, they had a uncovered more clues than judy had alone.

the curse, was believed to be brought upon by annabeth fier. a witch from hallow falls. it was said she cursed the town for hanging her and every so years she came and exacted her revenge on coolsville for what they had done to her.

for the first time it made sense. a town full of mysteries and this had to be the biggest one of all. Ricky and Cassidy held the biggest clue of all - an occult book with information on the curse and a path to the witches mark. it felt like a long shot and maybe it was but it was also the closest judy had gotten to the truth. she couldn’t give up now that she was close. the truth was being dangled before her. if she could prove that the curse was real maybe she could also break it as well.

although things were tense between her and brad he had promised to accompany her on the journey. not without a price of course. if this turned out to be a hoax, as he believed it to be, he made judy promise him this is the last that she’d ever bring up the curse. it was the deal judy had agreed to. she would do just about anything to bring back some normalcy between her and brad again. she knew he was mostly going for his own peace of mind since he didn’t trust the stranger leading judy on her wild goose chase.

the four of them were going to uncover the truth of coolsville.

......

The witches mark was located until the coolsville mall which is where the grimwood camp massacre took place. the mall was reopened now that a month had passed after the murder. judy could tell brad was tense sitting the the driveway. the pain would never go away, the wound was still too fresh. there was a wave of guilt that washed over judy as she stared at the building before her.

Cassidy’s uncle worked as a janitor for the mall so they had access to the place after dark. the only way to get under was to get in. after strategic planning the four made their way into the building once closed. From the looks of the map the closest entrance was a grate near the emergency exit. it was a tight squeeze but the four of them managed to get in.

it was dark and cold. the underlying tunnels under the mall were cave like. the further they ventured the more the air in the channels seemed to shift. there was buzzing in the distance of what seemed like flies and a pounding? why was there pounding in caves. It sounded like a heart, beating rhythmically in time to theirs. it seemed to grow louder, faster the four swore the ground beneath them was vibrating. as they continued the once barren cave was now grown with red moss, littering every inch of the walls around them and soon they found themselves at the heart of it all.

etched out before them was the same symbol in the book cassidy was holding. the witches mark. The four of them stared at it in awe until ricky’s voice broke the silence. “Yo, guys y’all might wanna see this.” the trio turned to see giant slabs of stone before them with writing present on each one. judy got closer to see what was written before her.

captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree, tommy lomis and jacob chiles.

all the names of the coolsville killers.

“Every single person written here went on a killing spree.” Ricky said softly as he began to reach out to touch the stone but was abruptly stopped by brad.

“So what does that mean someone’s playing god and forcing people to do this shit?” brad spat, his eyes staring intently at his brother’s name.

“Close.”

a voice called from the distance.

“I wouldn’t call it god.” from the shadows of the tunnel appeared Fred Jones, the mayor’s son. coolsville’s golden boy in every single way. The Jones family was one of if not the wealthiest family in town with immense power in their hands. the way he was staring at the four of them left judy’s stomach uneasy.

“how do you know about this place?” she asked, pretending to not hear the latter part of his statement.

“better question, why are you and how did you get that?” he said, nodding towards the book that cassidy was now holding close to her chest.

“Don’t make me ask you again or else-” judy started but was promptly cut off. “Or else what? you’re going to cry curse again? my god, Judy, you’ve turned into the town nut. who’s going to listen to a word you say? after you’ve lost your status shacking up with that southside trash no one is going to care what you think. I mean, if you dump him maybe they would but with that brat of yours....” and as if on cue another figure emerged from the shadows carrying a sleeping robbie in their arms. “no one will ever believe you again.”

At the sight of their child, Brad began to lunge towards Fred but was halted by a raised finger and a a string of tsks. “You wouldn’t want to wake the baby now would you?”

“What do you want, Fred?” Judy croaked out, her hand placed on Brad’s arm as she tried to keep her boyfriend at bay. she was barely keeping her own composure.

“I want the book. It belong to my family. I also want your compliance. The four of you know too much. I can’t have you silly little wannabe sleuths exposing the truth. So i want you gone. All of you are to leave coolsville before sunrise. that is, if you’d like to live of course. Give me any problems or tell a soul about any of this and i’ll make sure brad’s name is right under his brothers.” he paused to look brad dead in the eyes who was now looking as pale as a ghost. “you’ll only remember bits and pieces of killing them, Bradley but I know you’ll remember the sound of their screams and their blood on your hands.” the wicked grin on fred’s face struck fear into the very core of all four of them.

“and to make sure no funny business occurs. i’m keeping him. for collateral.” Fred added as baby robbie was placed into his arms. and at that the four of them were being escorted out of the cave by fred’s goons. judy doesn’t remember much. the entire situation was a haze of emotions. the next thing she remembered was driving away in brad’s van, an unsettling silence hanging over them as tears streamed down her face. the sunset before them was a sign that day was here once again. how could she begin to think of a new day when her entire world had been shattered in an entire night?

she should have listened to brad and stopped searching for answers in ghost stories.

that’s all they weren’t after all.

stories.

......

looking down at the child in his arms fred’s brows furrowed as his index finger caressed the smooth cheek of the child. It caused the baby to stir but never waking up. Fred almost found it endearing. almost. There was no time for attachments. There was a prophecy to be continued. the baby in his arms was the key for their success.

“Dad always said I needed an heir. you’ll be just perfect won’t you, freddy?”

......

freddy looked down at the book in front of him. when he searched his father's belongings he had found the book hidden next to his files. after the monsters had attacked freddy looked to the book for answers. he was going to show the gang but with all that was going on how could he bring up coolsville mysteries when they were fighting for their lives? he knew how to read a room.

so now here he was alone in his room looking at the book. he hadn’t dare open it since he brought it back. what laid within it scared freddy more than anything but if he was going to get answers about his father he needed to start here.

why else would his father have this if it wasn’t important?

so he opened it only to find that the curse was true. the one he had heard stories of that his father said was nothing but bullshit. just like his pretend mysteries.

the only way to break the curse was to unite hand with body.

#para: coolsville 1995 #the backdoor pilot to mystery inc has dropped #tw. murder #tw. death #tw. kidnapping

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years ago

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The Innocent 15

It has been a month since the dance and word had gotten around that Oscar and Elizabeth were dating within the community so they were able to show a little PDA around certain places, the bodega being one of them. Olivia had moved back to Texas because her parents were able to come back and she didn't want to be in Freeridge anymore causing Ruby to be in a funk so Mario called Elizabeth to see if she could come with him to the bodega.

Elizabeth went to the bodega to see Mario just arriving so she went up to him and they both gathered all of Ruby's favorite snacks, but didn't see the cholo that was getting a couple beers. Mario and Elizabeth poured out the contents in their basket while Oscar put down his beers so they turned and Mario and Oscar did their man hug.

"Que onda, compa?" Oscar smirked.

"What's up, man? How are you?" Mario smiled

"Heard the good news. Congrats, Papa," Oscar smirked, pulling Elizabeth in with a hug with one arm and a kiss to the cheek, "hola, hermosa,"

"Thanks, man." Mario looked down at the treats,

"Hola, handsome," Elizabeth giggled, running her thumb across his cheek.

Oscar looked at the sweets, "baby mama cravings? Wait," Oscar pulled a Reese's, "Elizabeth cravings,"

Elizabeth slapped his chest, "shut the fuck up, estupido. I'm gonna tell ma that you're being mean and these are for Ruby, Reese's are mine,"

"She loves me more than you though," Oscar laughed, "turn it up,"

The cashier turned up the radio, "The LAPD is asking for the public's help in identifying the suspects who are still at large,"

"So how's little man?" Oscar asked.

"You know, he's been better," Mario nodded.

"He's been through it," Oscar agreed.

"Yeah, man. Uh, I never seen him like this before. Been monitoring him and nothing will get him out of bed," Mario crossed his arms.

Oscar turned his head to look at Mario with a smirk, "Nothing?"

Now the trio were back at Geny's house and in Ruby's room so Elizabeth laid on top of Ruby as Oscar leaned over his blanket covered body, pulling it away. Ruby groaned at Elizabeth's body laying on top of him, thinking it was Mario. "Mario, I just wanna sleep," Ruby covered his body again, but Oscar pulled it off again.

Ruby pulled up his face mask to see Oscar, "wakey wakey, biatch," Ruby hurriedly sat up and on the edge of the bed, next to Oscar as Elizabeth continued to lay there, holding a stuffed animal close to her as she closed her eyes.

"You got a lot of furry friends," Oscar held two in his hands.

"They're the twins," Ruby grumbled.

Oscar turned to him to look at him weirdly, "you named them?" Elizabeth chuckled at the thought of Ruby naming stuffed animals.

"No. That's my brother and..." Ruby sighed, "it doesn't matter," he laid down next to Elizabeth and she held Ruby.

Oscar put the toys down and stood up, "get up. We're going to a party,"

"I'm not in a celebratory move," Ruby turned around.

There was a silence that took over until Oscar spoke again, "I've lost people too,"

Ruby turned to Oscar, "then you should know how I feel,"

"Yup. So, let's go," Oscar said as Elizabeth got up and patted Ruby on his chest, "c'mon, Rubes. Let's go and distract yourself from Olivia leaving,"

"A party isn't going to help," Ruby said.

Oscar looked annoyed so he threw the blanket off and turned around, "don't make me carry you," Ruby sat up and glared at the Santos leader, scoffing as he moved to stand up, but the baby monitor sounded, "can I come too? Please?" Elizabeth giggled and said yes into the monitor.

The now quadruple made their way to Oscar's place which was a sad excuse of a party, but Elizabeth knew that Ruby would feel better once he organized it, but she wasn't going to push him. Oscar pointed the brothers out to the backyard as he pulled Elizabeth towards the inside of the house and she was confused. Her boyfriend had closed the door and into the kitchen as he lifted her up onto the counter, standing between her legs.

"How are you, bebe?" Oscar put his hands on her thighs.

"I'm fine, 'Scar? Why?" Elizabeth looked at him weird.

"Nada pero it's been a month and it's like you working all the time," Oscar sighed, "you need to stop working and studying once in a while and just hang with me or even your dumbass friends of yours, mamita. Chill and do whatever you want for at least one day,"

"I'm here with you, aren't I?" Elizabeth chuckled, "babe, don't worry about me. I got this and I need to do this. I need the money to help my mom, you know this,"

"So let me help y'all," Oscar put his hands on her cheeks to give her a kiss, "por favor,"

Elizabeth glared, "no. You save your money and do stuff you need to do in the future. What if you want to finally get out of here? I don't know, Oscar. Just save your money,"

Oscar rolled his eyes as he helped Elizabeth get down and got shots for the brothers and himself, but not Elizabeth since she didn't really drink or like to drink. Instead, she got herself one of the iced teas that Oscar bought a case of for her in the fridge.

"Having a good time?" Oscar asked as he held out the shots towards the brothers.

"Honestly," Ruby began, btu got cut off by Mario, "the best...time,"

The older guys had held the shot and did the cheers, "Para arriba, para abajo, alcentro, y adentro," They downed the shot then looked at Ruby who didn't take the shot, "I prefer to sip,"

Oscar shook his head and walked away, but Elizabeth hung back with the brothers as Mario grabbed Ruby's shoulder, "Dude, relax. We are at a party,"

"Yeah, a Santos party," Ruby snapped.

"So? It's not like somebody's gonna come in here and wet the place up with the truce and all so just breathe. Have a drink or four. I'm not gonna tell mom, alright?" Ruby still didn't look convinced, "look, think of today as a rare chance to hang with your big bro. Alright? 'Cause tonight, I got you. I got you!" Mario turned to look at the girls that just entered the party, "doesn't that look like...oh shit!" Mario turned to block himself from Angela's view, "It's Angelica. Oh, my God. I can't face her. I'm...I'm a dropout living at home. I'm a cliche! Am I a cliche?"

Elizabeth nodded along Ruby, "Yeah, you kinda are,"

"I gotta hide," Mario ran away, leaving Ruby and Elizabeth.

The two sat down as Ruby groaned about not wanting to be there, but Elizabeth pointed at the sad station with drinks and food. "Why don't you get a drink and feng shui this sad party?" Elizabeth winked at the small smile on Ruby's face.

Ruby started ordering people around to set everything up as Elizabeth walked inside of the house to grab another iced tea. She felt hands on her waist and thought it was Oscar, but when she turned it wasn't Oscar, but a new Santo so she got scared.

"What d-do you want? Don't touch me," Elizabeth backed up.

"Oh, c'mon, ma. We can go somewhere and...get to know each other," the Santo said.

"No. I'm good, t-thanks though," Elizabeth tried to walk past, but he wouldn't let her go, "can I please leave? I don't want to do anything with you,"

"She told you to leave her alone, cabron," the familiar deep voice was heard.

"Oh, c'mon, Spooky. I just want to have a little fun with this hyna," the Santo smirked at the jefe.

"She is mine, estupido. Do not go near her and do not touch her ever again or I will shoot you," Oscar threatened as he walked closer to the newbie,

"I-i umm I'm sorry, jefe. Lo siento mucho,''The Santo scurried away.

Oscar huffed as he got closer to Elizabeth, "I always gotta scare these lil boys away from you, hermosa. I don't like when guys think they can get a piece of you when you're all mine," Oscar put a hand around her throat gently as he leaned down to give her a slow and sensual kiss.

She bit her lip as she felt his grip tighten ever so lightly around her throat and looked up at the older man with lust filled innocent eyes. Oscar looked at her with the same lust filled eyes, but knew that he couldn't take it farther than a make out or maybe even only some foreplay if Elizabeth was comfortable with it. He got his answer when Elizabeth pulled Oscar into his room and pushed him to lay on his bed as she straddled and continued to slowly make out with him as she bit his lip. He groaned as she grinded against his crotch so Elizabeth pulled off his shirt and kissed down his neck, leaving a couple hickies on his neck and chest.

When she got down closer to his shorts, she slowly unbuckled the belt and slid the shorts off to his ankles, leaving his boxers on to tease him as she gripped it in her hand. Oscar got up onto his elbows as he glared, "don't tease, mami,"

She giggled and pulled down his boxers, looking at his length slap against his stomach so she licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, hearing Oscar lay back down with a heavy breath. Elizabeth took a deep breath as she put it in her mouth and sucked, her hands grasping what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Oscar responded with groans and hands grasping at the sheets until he couldn't take it anymore and put his hand on her head and guided her as he thrusted into her warm mouth. She had gagged, but didn't care in the slightest since she kind of liked it as she felt tears spring up in her eyes.

"Fuck, mami. You're doin' really good for it to be your first time, huh," Oscar praised as he continued to moan and groan until he came.

Elizabeth sucked it all up and quickly swallowed, then grabbed the bottle of water that was on the nightstand. Oscar stared at his girlfriend in surprise as she drank the water, "are you sure you never did anything to anybody in the past?"

Elizabeth giggled at the question and shook her head yes so Oscar grabbed her arms and pulled her to lay on the bed as he laid on top of her, "now it's my turn to return the favor," Oscar winked as he put a hand on her hip, dragging it down her thigh. He kissed down her neck, only giving her hickies on her chest and where her neck and shoulder met as he went down and took off her shirt and black lace bra, gripping her breasts for a moment before giving them attention causing Elizabeth to breath harder at the feel of his tongue on her nipples, but it ended too soon as he continued to go down further to her pants. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled it off in one swift motion, leaving her in nothing, but her thong. Oscar bit his lip at the sight before him, but shook his head to get back into the moment as he pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, kneeling down to be able to see her treasure. His finger had went over the thong to slowly pull it off as Oscar stared at the pretty sight before his eyes and he couldn't resist anymore and had to get a taste.

His tongue had come into contact with her clit as she gasped and stiffened up, but relaxed as he continued to eat her out as if he hadn't eaten anything at all. She put a hand on his bald head as she moaned at the feeling he was giving her. To him, she tasted like heaven and couldn't get enough of it as he gripped her hips and pulled her as close as she could get to his face. Sucking gently on her clit then inserting a digit or two caused her to get to her climax very quickly. Her body had begun shaking as she gripped her lover's head as she climaxed and relaxed again, but he didn't stop as he continued to eat her out.

Elizabeth giggled and finally was able to pull away and grin at her boyfriend that put on his boxers and laid next to her. She grabbed her thong, putting it back on, but put on Oscar's shirt instead of her own so she turned to lay down next to Oscar to see him staring at her with wide eyes, "what?"

"You just look very sexy in my clothes," Oscar smirked.

Elizabeth laughed, shaking her head to hear Ruby's name being chanted then his voice on the mic so she quickly pulled on her jeans, tucking in Oscar's shirt and pulled Oscar to the backyard. Ruby was quite frankly very drunk.

"I wanna give a big shout out to Spooky," Ruby said causing Spooky's name to be chanted, "I didn't want to come out tonight, but Spooky made me come," Ruby pointed at Oscar as he frowned and looked down, but Elizabeth chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist with a wink, "and now I feel great! Like a new man, thank you, Spooky," Spooky gave a small smile at the freshman, "oh! I also want to give a shout out to my brother, Mario. I love you," Mario yelled it back, "and thank you for making me an uncle in the next few months,"

Elizabeth winced as she saw Angelica punch him in the face, "oh, uh, anyways," Ruby continued, "I've been in a really dark place. But tonight, yo, you guys have shown me the light so I wanna give something back. Yo, DJ, spin that shit!"

Ruby started rapping, but when he finished everybody began chanting "Prophets suck!" until a Santo ran up and suggested that they run up on them so everybody ran out, but Elizabeth pulled Oscar, "don't, please,"

"Mamita, I have to," Oscar sighed, "its Los Santos and I'm the jefe,"

Elizabeth sighed, but nodded anyways, giving Oscar a kiss on the cheek, "then be careful, please," Oscar nodded and walked out.

The brothers and Elizabeth quickly walked out of the Santos house and went home, but Cesar was there and looked kind of regretful so she put her stuff down and sat next to him, "what's up, hermano?"

"I-i may have had sex with my coworker," Cesar stuttered.

"What?" Elizabeth chuckled, "are you and Monse together? Did you guys talk?"

"No, she hasn't even texted in over a month," Cesar stressed.

"Then don't feel bad. You guys are broken up and you're moving on at least I think," Elizabeth shrugged, "just sleep on it and think it over tomorrow, properly,"

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thelittlestcheshire · 3 years ago

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Self Para 008: I Don’t Pretend to Know the Challenges You’re Facing Word Count: 2024 words When: July 2020, in the early hours of July 19th during Ches’s birthday trip Note: I decided I’m going to queue up and post one of the old self paras I never posted, Feel free to skip it, since it’s a past event and stuff. TWs: Rape (mentioned / discussed), Anxiety Attacks, Alcoholism / Drinking, Hangovers, Vomitting, Death, suicide (not exactly but there’s a definite apathy towards the idea of death this as well so better safe than sorry), murder (her mother)

There was a loud thud as a purse landed on the suite’s floor as Ches stumbled through the front door. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to galaxy edge before closing for drinks, but she was desperate to feel good. Yet, no matter how much she drank today, she didn’t feel the happiness that tended to run through her veins. She felt worse and worse. Even the sight of the balloons in the living room from Emmett and his girlfriend didn’t bring any sort of joy.

It was her fault her mother died; she should have been here instead of Ches. And the more gifts she received, the more she thought back to why her mother was dead. If she hadn’t gone to get gifts for Jonah... it felt like the room was spinning as the thought came back. Wait, no, the room was definitely spinning.

“Hey Ches, sorry I needed to- fuck.” Zander had just come out from the living room, likely taking her up on his offer to hide, but his attempt to avoid people is forgotten by the time he reaches her. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” There were two of him by the time he wraps an arm around her to support her. “It’s been a long night.” He starts to lead her to her bedroom, and it’s hard to keep her feet under her as they walk. But he saves her from crashing to the floor and manages to get her on the bed.

“It wasn’t a night.” She slurs at him as she rests her head against her pillow. “Sky and I, you know. Club 33.” She knew the look on his faces even through the intoxicated haze. She knew he wasn’t happy about this. “I’m okay.” She informs him, starting to sit up. The room begins to move again, and for a moment, she feels like she might just be sick. She moves quickly, barely making it to the toilet before she vomits. Zander quickly behind her to hold back her hair. “See, fine.” She gets out weakly as she flushes the toilet.

“Definitely not fine.” He disagrees as he smooths out her hair. “I’m staying with you tonight, at least until you feel better.” It’s obvious she had no say in the matter, and she doesn’t waste the energy to protest. She slowly gets up, nearly falling face-first as she attempts to reach the bathroom sink to brush her teeth. He’s there in an instant to keep her from tumbling. Perhaps he had a point. She accepts the assistance as she brushes her teeth and doesn’t fight him as he leads her back to the bed and messes with all her pillows to ensure she’s propped up on her side.

“I hate you.”

The words just slip off her tongue. Not how she genuinely felt in the slightest. Zander doesn’t seem to take offense. However, he just runs his fingers through her hair. “I know, I know. I’m the worst. Time for you to sleep.” He whispers back to her. She frowns, but she shuts her eyes, anyway. She’s not sure how long it takes: perhaps it’s minutes, maybe it was hours, but eventually she falls asleep.

—

Opening her eyes felt like literally crawling out of a grave when she finally does wake up, the only light shining was from a phone beside her. “Turn that damn thing off. It hurts,” Ches grumbles, the man beside her laying on top of her blankets complies. “What time is it anyway?”

“4 am, give or take.”

Zander’s answer only causes her to groan as she fixes her pillows the way she likes them. “Shit. No wonder I feel like I was run over by a freight train.” She continues to adjust her pillows, settling into a comfortable spot as she rolls over onto her back.

“No, I think that’s thanks to Club 33.” Zander gives her a pointed look. How did he even know she’d gone drinking there? That she had a membership at all for that matter. “I could pay for the entirety of my college tuition with how much you’ve spent on this trip. Couldn’t I?” There was something about his tone that feels off, that despite his words, it wasn’t the Disneyland trip he was frustrated with at the moment. “You’re spiraling again. The fancy trip, the mass text about Leo, the drinking. Fuck, everything that’s occurred since you came back to Luxor. Spring break, prom, open house. What’s going on?” Of course, he’d notice things weren’t right. Her luck couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“It’s the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death.” The excuse slides off her tongue quickly. But even in the dark, she could make out the look on his face. He knew she was lying, and yet she didn’t change her tune. She couldn’t. After what happened with Lucy, she wasn’t going to tell anyone about that ever again. “Zander, that’s all there is to everything. Drop it.”

He opens his mouth as if he had something to say, but he quickly shuts up. After a few seconds where it looks like he’s not going to push, she takes a breath. But her relief is short-lived when he finally speaks. “Has anyone ever mentioned you crinkle your nose when you lie?”

“I do not!” She protests immediately. Did she really have such an obvious tell? “I’m not lying. That’s really all there is to it. Please.” The word sounds like a plea, and as she hears it, she can’t help but dread him picking up on it. She didn’t need to give him more to question when he was already treading into territory she couldn’t stand to think about. How could she discuss it again? She barely got through it with Lucy.

“Okay, I just have one more question then. Why is your father spending so much money on you lately? Taking the entire school to Disneyland, a suite just for you to hide in, him showing up to graduation. Your Club 33 membership cost could be a household’s entire annual salary, There has to be a reason he’s tossing money at you so aggressively.”

The question causes her blood to run cold. What was she supposed to say? That his father suddenly saw the error of his ways became invested in her life. The lie didn’t even seem plausible, let alone believable. The entire truth hurt too much to think about; she didn’t want to get into the reasons. The best she could offer was the truth, without any details. “He feels guilty.”

“About your mom?” Zander’s voice is so soft, and as the slight hint of guilt starts to leak into it, she can feel her heart starting to break. He was too good to her, too safe, and he doesn’t even hesitate as she moves closer to him on the bed and tries to crawl into his arms. As she starts to sob, he just accepts that right now she needed someone to hold her. “I’m sorry, Chessie. I-”

“It’s not about maman, Zan. When I was home I had to attend his dinner parties, and his VP, he-” She can’t even finish getting the words out as she starts to sob, as the panic sets in and she clings tighter to him. The thought of that evening made her wish she could carve off her skin as if it’d erase the memories of that night from her mind. The more she remembers, the harder it feels to gasp for air, and the faster she breathes as her eyes rapidly search for the nearest escape route.

“Ches, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay.” His voice is gentle as he starts stroking her hair again. For a moment, she goes completely still as she tries to remind herself this was Zander. “You’re safe, I promise. Nobody’s going to hurt you here.” She focuses on the sound of his voice as he tries to comfort her, and slowly, but surely, oxygen is easier to catch. The fear was still lingering; the urge to flee and never look back was overwhelming. “You don’t have to say anything, okay.”

“Look where not saying anything got me, Zander.” She snaps at him, the words just coming out suddenly. “He fucking raped me, and I have to- no, I’m expected to just stay quiet and move past it. Sometimes I’m not sure if the money is because my dad is upset it happened or to keep my mouth shut. You know, he was the one who made me drop the charges.” She still could remember that talk with her father. She could shut her eyes and picture it as if it was five minutes ago still, her father pacing around the living room in their penthouse looking almost as disheveled as he had at her mother’s funeral, practically begging her to let him handle this behind closed doors because he didn’t think she’d survive a trial. “Said he thought I’d kill myself if we went to trials, he handled it behind the scenes.”

“It’s out of love, either way, I think,” Zander says gently as if he’s not sure he’s supposed to speak at all. Honestly, Ches isn’t sure she wants him to talk either. The last time she’d discussed it, she hadn’t felt any better. In ways, she felt worse - guilty for burdening Lucy with something so heavy she couldn’t explain to anyone else.

“I know.”

The words are hard for her to get out, even if it’s the truth. She knew that her father loved her, even when it sometimes felt like he didn’t care nearly enough. Perhaps, in its own fucked up way, this was his way of showing he cared. Her father’s actions weren’t out of ill intent.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through this, you had a horrible year.” He wasn’t wrong about that, the more she thought about it, the more she realized seventeen had truly sucked. “But, you can’t destroy yourself in your attempts to cope. I can’t figure out how you got back without hurting yourself. That’s an issue.”

“It’s not a deal-breaker.” As Ches continues to calm down slowly, the realization she’s trembling begins to dawn on her. “I don’t care if I die, you know.”

“Well I do. Lucy and Avery do, and Elliot would be devastated, so that’s not an option, for starters. So this shit needs to stop.” Zander’s voice is firm, almost like when Logan had no other choice but to scold them. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but this isn’t the answer, Hailey.”

For a brief moment, she considers saying something about her first name, but she doesn’t. She was too drained to fight with him over it. The use could be tolerated for one night. “You can’t tell anyone, Zander. The only person who knows is Lucy.” She says instead as she pulls herself out of his arms to lay in bed again.

“And your therapist?”

“Doesn’t know anything either.” She shuts her eyes as she says the word. Of course, she didn’t go to her therapist about this; it felt too painful to revisit, too heavy to bring words to at times. “Just promise me, Zander.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She can feel him moving on the bed beside her to start to get up as he says the words, her arm quickly reaching out to stop him. “But, I think you need to talk to your therapist. And-”

“Okay.” She agrees. “But, can you stay? I don’t want- I can’t be alone right now. Please?” The boy stops trying to move at her confession, the admittance she needed someone there. “I think being alone is a bad idea, and I don’t think I can ask Elli to-”

“I’ll stay, as long you need me to.”

She doesn’t say anything as she moves her arm back to her side of the bed. For a moment, she wonders if he’ll question it, but soon the only noise is the sound of his phone unlocking as the two settle into a comfortable silence.

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