#purse again GIRL I JUST TOLD YOU 2 SECONDS AGO

[house-in-the-backyard-trees]

training new coworker again tomorrow pls pray for me

[janeyseymour]

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 3

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: Your wife finds the note Melissa gave you, because... of course she does.

WC: ~2.7k

Carrie is back at her position sitting at the head of the table typing furiously on her laptop when you walk in with Millie excitedly telling you about how much she adored what they did in Miss Schemmenti’s classroom today.

It’s clear your wife is not happy about the disruption and noise that you bring into the house- but what is she expecting? Millie is seven, of course she’s excitable about what she’s been doing at school. And you can not comprehend how she could ever think of your daughter as a disruption. Sure, you sometimes have to put things on pause in order to take care of whatever your little girl wants, but isn’t that what being a parent is supposed to be?

“Amelia, quiet,” is all your wife states as your daughter kicks her shoes off at the front door with a loud giggle, followed by an “Oops! Sorry Momma!”

Millie immediately goes silent, and she shoots you an apologetic look, and you sigh heavily before making your way further into the house.

“Hi, honey,” you whisper as you lean forward to kiss her. It nearly repulses you to do that. You hate her at this point, and if it weren’t for Millie, you wouldn’t still be with her. There’s no damn way. But, Millie needs… well, she might actually do better without Carrie in her life at this point. You can’t find it in you to get away though. Because you know the repercussions, and then you might not always have your little girl. Despite the fact that Carrie pretty much despises your daughter’s mere existence (despite the fact that she is the one who carried her and gave birth to her- and you truly believe that may be part of the reason she has such a distain for the sweet little girl you have), you know your wife would somehow manage to get shared custody. You don’t know which is worse- having to put up with your abusive wife’s behaviors, or worrying about your daughter when it isn’t your time with her. 

“Glad to see you can do one thing right,” Carrie rolls her eyes, not so much as kissing you back. 

“Th-thank you,” you mumble and kiss her temple. “I’m going to get Millie set up with her homework for tonight, but then I’ll be back to make dinner, okay?”

Your wife just huffs. You’re not really sure what to do. “Or I can start dinner and have her do her homework after?”

“I don’t give a shit what you do.”

You sigh softly and make your way to the cabinets to prepare dinner again. Once dinner is in the oven, you help Millie with the math homework that Melissa had assigned at the dining room table, and then you’re plating dinner. You set three platters out on the dining room table, one in front of your wife, when she stands abruptly.

“That looks awful,” is all she tells you before walking away. You can hear her climbing the steps a few seconds later.

“It looks yummy, Momma,” Millie tells you softly. She gives you a warm smile that melts away some of the ice in your heart. 

“Thank you, baby,” you give her a tired smile. “Eat up, hun.”

Your little girl follows your soft order, and a few minutes later Carrie appears again in an entirely different outfit.

“I’m going out.”

“I thought you would stay for dinner?” you ask quietly. “I made your favorite.”

“And I told you it looks awful.” She grabs her purse from her chair and leaves without another word.

“I love you,” you call after her, although you know those words are said out of habit, the meaning behind them lost long ago. You don’t get a response. 

It’s not easy getting your daughter ready for bed that night. She downright refuses to sleep in her own room. So you allow her to curl up on your chest in your own room once you’ve changed and prepared yourself for bed. Carrie still isn’t home.

“Is Mom coming home tonight?” Millie asks you quietly as she twirls your hair in her fingers.

“I’m sure she is,” you tell her quietly. “But I think my little girl needs to catch some shut eye if we’re going to be up and out of the house on time again for school.”

Your daughter yawns against you. “I don’t want her to come home. I wish it was just me and you.”

You briefly pause the circular motion your hand is making on Millie’s back as you take in what she said. How are you supposed to respond to that? You have no idea. So you don’t. You just begin to softly sing, knowing your voice is always able to lull the seven year old to sleep. It’s always been that way- from the time you and Carrie brought her home from the hospital. 

It doesn’t take long for your daughter’s soft snores to fill the air, and only then do you allow the damn to break, and you begin to cry in earnest. Your body is wracked with silent sobs that you force yourself to choke down, lest you wake your little girl while you’re like this. She would not fall asleep again that night if she woke up to you in this state. How did your life come to this? How did your life become a hole in the ground that you can’t see out of- that you feel like you’re being buried alive in? How did you become a shell of the woman that you used to be? 

Eventually exhaustion takes over, and your brain finally slows down enough for you to fall asleep. Carrie still isn’t home.

Meanwhile, Melissa is desperately searching for ways to help you. Logically, she knows what Barbara said is true- she can’t fully step in unless you admit it all and ask for help, or Millie is in danger and child protective services needs to be called. Good God does she pray that the latter never comes. She’s had a soft spot for your daughter from the beginning, a bright shining light with the sweetest smile and kindest soul- and that was before she knew everything that was happening behind closed doors. That doesn’t mean she can stop trying to figure out ways to help support you in any way she can. She’s up late into the night researching what to say to you, what to avoid saying to you, how to get you to see that what is happening is not okay (she’s fairly certain you’re aware of that, and she spends a long time contemplating what could keep you from leaving), and how to just generally show you that she is on your side and will help be there for you in any way she can. When push comes to shove, Melissa can do everything she can to help you through this less than ideal (hellish) situation, but only you can make the decision to leave. The hardheaded woman silently promises herself that she’ll take a better approach to this situation now that she’s more informed. Starting tomorrow, she’ll treat you as the many websites had instructed her to.

Carrie comes home that night smelling of booze, cigarettes, and the perfume of another woman. She stumbles her way into the room in such a way that despite the fact that you are utterly exhausted, you still wake with a small jolt. You immediately pull Millie closer to you, gripping her a bit tighter. Your eyes stay closed.

Your wife continues on in her drunken state, grumbling about how she can’t wait to take off her damned bra. You hear her clothing being thrown into the laundry bin, and then as she’s stumbling over to the bed, she falls. She falls over the jeans that you had haphazardly discarded from your body while getting ready for bed. The sticky note that your daughter’s teacher had given you earlier in the day just barely sticks out of your back pocket, but the lime green color stands out amongst the midst of the darkness.

Carrie pulls the note out of your pocket, looks it over, and sees absolute red. Before you know what’s happening, your already bruised over cheek stings more than it already has been. Your eyes fly open, and a sharp cry falls from your lips.

“What the fuck is this?” your wife screams in your face.

If Millie wasn’t woken by your small shout, she certainly is awake now. Her eyes snap open.

“Millie, go to your room,” you get out quickly. “Now.”

“What the fuck is this?” Carrie continues to loom over you, and you know that whatever is about to happen to you is not going to be good. Your wife is too intoxicated to notice that your daughter is in your arms. That, or she has taken notice to it and just doesn’t seem to care anymore.

“Amelia, now!” you shout when the little girl only clings to you tighter. You pry her off of you and practically force her off the bed. She runs out of the room quickly.

Millie doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to do. Your phone is in your room with you, and the landline has been gone since the telephone company tried to raise your rates. She can’t do anything as much as she might want to. You would flip if she tried to leave the house in order to get help, and she knows she can’t enter the room again. Not with the urgency that you rushed her out of there with. She’s helpless, absolutely helpless. She can’t help you. Tears begin to pour down her face as she makes her way to her bedroom, desperately searching for her headphones to drown out the sounds of your cries and pleas for it to stop.

“Who the fuck is Melissa, and how long has this been going on?!” Carrie shouts out you, enraged. She throws your already sore body to the ground. “What the fuck?!” The lamp from her side of the bed very narrowly misses your head and shatters against the wall.

“It’s nobody!” you insist.

“Then why the fuck is she telling you she’s here when you’re ready?! Are you planning on leaving me?!”

“N-no,” you stammer out. “No. Carrie, I love you. I would never. I would never.”

“Then what the fuck does she want?!”

You bite the bullet. “It’s Millie’s teacher,” is all you can get out before your wife flies into another fit of rage.

“You’re fucking her teacher?!”

“No!” you cry. “She was just letting me know that if I need help with transportation for Millie, she’s here to help!”

Somehow, by some Grace of God, that gets through to her. You had thought with your weak excuse for that note, you would only be struck harder. “What?”

“She- she knows that sometimes my boss holds me later than he should,” you manage to grit out as you pick yourself up from the floor. “I- I don’t even know why she signed it ‘Melissa’ and not ‘Miss Schemmenti’.” That part of your statement is truthful. 

Carrie’s face falls. Her eyes turn soft, the softness that she used to look at you with appears for the first time in a long time. “Y- you’re not cheating on me?”

“No,” you sigh softly as you sit down on the bed gingerly. You grimace. You had hit your tailbone on the floor in the midst of your wife’s rage. That’s going to hurt tomorrow. You bite your tongue and don’t mention that while you would never cheat- you’re certain Carrie is cheating on you, and probably with multiple women.

“I- I’m sorry,” Carrie whispers as she crawls onto the bed next to you and pulls you into her arms. She kisses your temple gently, like she used to back when things were good.

You shrug and look at her with blank eyes. “It’s okay.”

It’s far from okay, and you know that. But if you say anything else, you know it will only turn into flames again.

“L- let’s just go to bed.”

So, you do. You lay down, and she holds you tenderly. She kisses the back of your neck lightly. You have to fight the hurt and anger that you want to let out. Instead of fighting or rolling away from her, you close your eyes.

Your alarm clock goes off far earlier than you had hoped. You groan in pain at the soreness all over your body. Your tailbone hurts like hell. But life doesn’t stop, and motherhood certainly will never give you a break, so you limp your way down the hall to Millie’s room.

When you expect to see your daughter asleep surrounded by the mountain of stuffed animals that she insists on keeping on her bed, you find her mattress bare. Your heart flies into your throat for a split second, before you see just the tips of her toes peeking out from under the bed.

Grunting as you lower yourself to the floor, you see that she’s sprawled out on the ground with a singular blanket laying over her, and her headphones planted firmly over her ears. Gently, so as not to startle her, you begin to rub what you can reach of her calf to wake her. You hear a soft groan before wide blue eyes meet your own.

“Mill,” you sigh softly.

“Momma!” she cries as she rips off her headphones and scrambles out from under her bed and comes barreling for you.

Instinctively, you put your arms up defensively. “Millie, no!”

Your daughter freezes. You’ve never denied her a morning snuggle before. “Momma?” Her tone absolutely shatters your heart.

“I’m okay,” you tell her. “Just sore.”

She frowns. “C-can I cuddle, or no?”

“Just very gentle, please,” you say softly. “And only for a few minutes. We have to be getting ready for school soon. I promised Miss Schemmenti I would get you there on time and pick you up on time.”

This morning is a stark contrast to what your mornings usually are. Millie is quiet. She’s not the happy little girl that she usually is in the early day. She doesn’t twirl around and giggle when she puts on her skirt like always. You know she knows what happened last night. You can only pray she doesn’t say anything to her teacher today about what happened.

She doesn’t even have to ask you to walk into the school with her. You know that after what took place, if you don’t obediently take her in as she silently pleads, it will be waterworks galore. So you limp your way into the building, down the halls, and into the second grade classroom.

Millie doesn’t greet her teacher. Instead, she clings to you as you lead her over to her desk. Melissa watches the strange behaviors closely.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at the end of the day,” you promise your little girl with a kiss pressed to the side of her head. 

You stand up straight, not even hiding the pain that you’re in. You turn to face the desk that her teacher was sitting in just mere seconds ago, although she isn’t there. Instead, she’s in front of you.

“Y/N,” the redhead says softly. “If I could talk to you in the hallway for a second?”

You brace yourself for the berating that you know you’re bound to get when you enter the hall. Instead, you’re met with a warmth that you’ve only recently seen. Melissa begins to speak just how the guides had told her to. About halfway through, you stop her gently.

“Please,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill over. “Please, stop trying to help me.”

“Why would I do that?” she asks you quietly, almost in a hurt way.

“B-because,” you sigh softly. “Because it’s only hurting me.” And with that, you turn on your heel, and you limp out of the building. Melissa can only watch, mouth agape, as she tries to decipher what that could possibly mean.

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[sturnsreader]

scars

TW: self harm

!! requested by @sturns-posts !!

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“y/n?” you heard your boyfriend, matt, call from upstairs. you sighed and made your way up stairs to find matt on his laptop. you walked around the corner and smiled walking up to him.

“yes matty?” you asked cheerfully.

“are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned.

“yeah, why?” you asked confused at by the sudden worry.

“well, im just worried about you.” he sighed. you noticed that he kept looking back down to his computer screen to making glances at your arms.

“you would tell me if you weren't, right?” he asked.

you gulped wondering what he knew.

“yes, baby, please dont worry about it.” you nodded quickly before turning back to go downstairs.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his arms playing with your hair.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again repeating himself. you nodded into his chest before he pulled you back leading you into his room. he didn’t say a word, just sat you on his bed and opened up the screen. on the left hand side of the screen was a recent picture of you in mcdonalds that a camera man had taken, on the right hand side was the same photo just zoomed into your wrist. your scars visible for the world to see. you read the headline over and over in your head sighing.

'HAS TWITTER TROLLS PUSHED MATTHEW STURNIOLO’S GIRLFRIEND OVER THE EDGE?'

“what is this? you told me you stopped a while ago and if you felt like that you were going to tell me. did i do something wrong?” he asked pointing to your wrist on the screen with teary eyes. you couldn't speak, your whole throat had closed up.

he noticed and pulled you onto his lap staring into your stinging eyes.

“i love you so much and i want nothing but for you to be the happiest girl ever. i let anyone hurt you. whether they're old or new, i don't care because i'm here for you now and i always will be." he smiled before kissing your forehead softly. a tear escaped your eye making you smile.

“we don't have to talk about this now, whenever you're ready.” he smiled resting your head onto his chest as he wiped the tears off.

| 2 hours later |

“hey, i know you wanted to go to the cabin back in massachusetts, so were going with nick and chris tomorrow morning!” he said with a smile while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“baby, you didn’t have to”

“shh, i wanted to.” he said as he hugged you around the waist.

you waited at least 10 seconds before letting go. matt’s hugs were the most comforting thing ever. “can you help me pack, please.”

matt shook his head up and down with a big smirk while grabbing your hand and walking downstairs to the bedroom.

“oh, how long are we staying.”

“since were with nick and chris we are staying for a week and a half, but soon we can go alone.”

he was digging through the closet trying to find a bag big enough before you made him stop.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more, my love” you could tell he meant it. “we are going down to nick and chris’s house tomorrow morning at 4 am. i know its early but i want to get there earlier, if its okay with you.” he said right after he found a perfect suitcase to fit all your stuff.

| two days later |

“hey babe i was scrolling through things to do here and there is a tattoo parlor like five minutes away from us can we PLEASE get tattoos together!” nick said excitedly.

“shut up you have been rambling about tattoos the whole time we-“ chris said as you cut him off.

“nick i would LOVE to get a tattoo with you and i know exactly what i want. follow me!” you said as you go to find matt in the store.

“im getting a tattoo with nick and i just want you to draw stars around my scars.” you say while going through your purse to find a pen.

matt looks at you in awe as he takes the marker and draws the cutest stars ever. you start to tear up. you look up at him as he concentrates on drawing them all.

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[runnning-outof-time]

The Joys of Being a Girl Dad | Tommy Shelby & Alfie Solomons (set in Girl Dad series)

Request: no - written for @justrainandcoffee ‘s 2 year ‘Alfieversary’

Pairing: Tommy Shelby (x Reader mentioned) & Alfie Solomons (x fem!OC & child OC mentioned)

Summary: Tommy stops by Margate to congratulate an old associate…adversary…friend.

Warnings: language (it’s Tommy and Alfie we’re talking about here), a slight bit of Cyril slander

A/N: I’m sorry it took me soooo long to write something for your celebration, Flor!! I guess I could call this a present for Rose’s 1 year anniversary too now, even though she’s not really in it. Thank you for sharing this beautiful au with us!!

A/N 2: I should also say that this story was supposed to be shorter, but I just kinda became invested and ran away with it…I hope you don’t mind. Also it’s been a bit since I’ve written for Alfie, so I hope he’s not too ooc here. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! — YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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“Who let you in?” the man who was sitting facing the open balcony door asked.

“How’d you know it was me?” the other man, who was standing at the entrance of the room, responded with his own question.

“Smelt the smoke and horse shit the second you stepped through that archway,” the first man mused, earning a snort from the second. “So I’ll ask again: who let you in?”

“Your wife…”

“Figures she did,” the first man cut the second off, muttering the comment under his breath.

“Your wife’s assistant let me in after she told me to get lost and slammed the door in my face,” the rest of the statement was shared, which made the first man finally spin in his seat to look back towards the archway.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments, the two men staring at each other from several paces away…much like they had on that fated day all those months ago. “So why didn’t ya listen to her?” the first man finally broke the quiet, his quip conjoined with a look of query.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Alfie?” the second man asked, his eyebrows just slightly raised.

“It has,” the first man nodded, pursing his lips together for a moment before he continued, “yet it is still sooner than the day in which I thought I’d see Tommy Shelby again.”

Tommy Shelby just shook his head at the man’s remark, looking at the ground as he pursed his lips. It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

“Why’re you here then?” Alfie asked, still wanting to get to the bottom of the Birmingham man’s presence. However, he interjected again before said man even had the chance to speak: “you’ve come to finish me off, haven’t ya? Since ya couldn’t get it right the first time.”

“I’ve come with something,” Tommy answered, not even bothering to respond to Alfie’s second comment.

He then stepped towards the chair that the other man was sitting in, his hands still behind his back. Anyone else would have wondered if maybe they’d got it right…maybe he was actually there to finish his old adversary off. But Alfie wasn’t bothered in the slightest. No, he could tell from the manner in which Tommy approached him.

“I want to offer a congratulations…on your daughter,” Tommy finished his statement once he was standing in front of Alfie. Alfie looked him over with raised eyebrows, wondering just how a busy, business-minded man like him would have gotten such information. “(Y/N) told me the news. She got word of it from Rose,” Tommy gave the curious man some more information.

“That Rosie…” Alfie mused with a slight shake of his head, “I had a feelin’ that she hadn’t cut off all contact with you Shelbys.” He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his wife still keeping up a regular correspondence with the wife of the man who’d shot him.

(Y/N) and Rose had hit it off practically from the moment they met each other. Their friendship went beyond their husbands’ business partnership, and so when one disgruntled husband aimed a gun at the other and pulled the trigger, the two women tried hard not to let it come completely between them. There some time where radio silence prevailed…actually most out the time over the course of the last year was filled with radio silence, but it didn’t seem like a beat was missed when Rose contacted (Y/N) to tell her of the newest addition to the Solomons family.

Although Tommy was more hesitant to make amends, he couldn’t deny his wife’s request to deliver something to the newest Solomons.

“She wanted me to give you this,” Tommy then said, finally revealing the tan, stuffed rabbit that he’d brought with him. “To give to her,” he included, making his intentions more clear.

“I knew you weren’t givin’ me a stuffed rabbit,” Alfie quipped, snorting to himself before continuing, “or at least I hope you were plannin’ to.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing that, Alfie, no,” Tommy shook his head, dismissing the comment before it gained any ground. “The rabbit’s for your girl.”

Alfie took a moment to look over the other man again. He was still holding the rabbit out in front of him, waiting for Alfie to take it. Tommy wondered how long Alfie was going to make him stand like this.

Finally he took it. “She’ll like it,” Alfie stated, eyeing over the animal from close up now. He couldn’t deny that it felt soft in his hands. Allie would surely love it. “Thanks, Tommy.”

“My three couldn’t go to bed without it,” Tommy commented, a small smile gracing his lips as he thought of his three daughters and the love they had for that very stuffed rabbit.

A look of realization flashed across Alfie’s face as he heard Tommy’s comment. He brought his hand up to his jaw and ran it down his cheek slowly, stroking his beard as if he was in thought. “Have a seat,” he then said, gesturing to the chair that was set directly across from the one he was sitting in. He waited until the other man was seated before continuing, “three girls, huh?” he mused, sounding like he was talking more so to himself than anything.

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded in response.

“A proper girl dad,” Alfie commented then.

“A what?” Tommy asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“You’re a dad that’s got all girls, hence the fucking term girl dad…stick with it, Tommy,” the response came laden with derision.

Tommy raised his eyebrows at the other man’s comments, looking to the ground as he let the air cool off before he cleared his throat and nodded his head. “Yeah, a girl dad then.” He ran a hand along the back of his head as he spoke, wondering if he was even using the term correctly. Alfie didn’t comment, so he guessed that he didn’t seem to care none.

Instead the newer father continued on with the conversation. “Does it ever get hard?”

“What? Being a girl dad?” Tommy looked over at him again.

“No, not being able to hit your fucking mark when you’re fifteen fucking paces away,” Alfie retorted, “yes, being a girl dad,” he then exaggerated his words.

Tommy bit his tongue yet again. He wasn’t here to get into a fight with Alfie Solomons. The rabbit currently sitting in the other man’s lap was supposed to serve as a sort of olive branch.

“It does,” he finally answered after a moment’s pause.

“Give me some fuckin’ detail, mate,” Alfie asked.

“Fuckin’ hell, Alfie,” Tommy sighed under his breath, pressing the pads of his thumbs against his eyelids. He cleared his throat again as he thought of how he’d answer the question. “It’s been hard from the moment we brought Thea home. A different sort of hard than the ‘hard’ I’ve experienced prior. But it’s also been rewarding...with Thea, then Evie and now Juniper. I’ve learned more from them than from anything else I’ve ever done.”

Alfie took a moment to digest what his confidant had just shared with him. He truly didn’t expect Tommy Shelby to come out with such meaningful statements. I guess even the worst of men can change their tones, he thought to himself. “I didn’t know ya had it in ya, Tommy,” he commented, exuding a breath of a laugh as he shook his head.

Tommy kept his eyes locked on Alfie unsure of how to respond to his comment. He wondered if this was all some sort of game…if Alfie now wanted to toy with him; getting him to open up just to use the information against him.

“Thanks for sharing it though. I, uh…” Alfie paused, the sound of his voice cutting through Tommy’s thoughts and making him focus in again. “I’ll take all of the help I can get with this one. They say that raising a child takes a fucking village, or however that fucking saying goes.”

“There’s a great deal of joy in it too,” Tommy made sure to add, hoping to convey that having daughters, or kids at all for that matter, wasn’t only stressful. “I just know that I wouldn’t be able to do it without (Y/N) though.”

“That’s the same with me and my Rosie. A fuckin’ trooper, that woman is,” Alfie agreed in regards to his wife. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for Rose Solomons. He genuinely owed his life to her…and he was going to spend the rest of it showing her.

Silence fell between the two men then, both sitting comfortably in their thoughts of the women they had in their lives, and of how much their respective wives meant to them. The silence hung until the sound of small feet came pattering off of the hardwood in the hallway.

“Daddy! Daddy!” a shrill voice of a small girl soon accompanied the hurried footsteps. Said girl quickly appeared in the archway of Alfie office. Along with her frantic demeanor, Alfie was also able to see streaks of tears on her chreks.

“What’s wrong, Allie?” he asked her, his brows furrowing together.

“Cyril chewed on my stuffie, daddy!” she exclaimed, hiccuping as she spoke through her tears. “It was my favorite stuffie!”

“Awe now love, I’m sorry about that,” Alfie began, opening his arms to the child as she came over to him. She quickly fell into them, and he wasted no time in hugging her tightly. “He’s just a brute that knows nothing of favorite stuffies,” he consoled her as she continued to sniffle her tears away.

Tommy watched on as the moment played out in front of him. He laughed to himself as hearing the reason behind the problem at hand took him back to the moments where Cyril had chewed his girls’ stuffies; there had to have been several instances during the dog’s stay at Arrow House.

“I don’t have a stuffie now, daddy,” Allie whimpered, finally lifting her head from her father’s chest. “Mum said it was too covered in slobber to be saved.”

“Well I’ve got just the fix for ya, Allie,” Alfie began, unwrapping one of his arms from her so that he could blindly search for the stuffed rabbit that Tommy had just handed him. He continued when he found the animal, “now I know it’s no bear, and I know that your favorite stuffies have all been bears, but this lovely little lass was just placed upon my lap moments before you came runnin’ in.”

Allie’s eyes immediately found the rabbit, and she had it in her tight embrace within an instant. “This stuffie is so soft! And she has a lovely bow!” she observed, now beaming with excitement. “Thank you so much, daddy!” she smiled at her father.

“Thanks have to go to that man,” Alfie told his daughter, nodding in Tommy’s direction. He bit his tounge and stopped the urge to add ‘the one who shot your father’ because even he knew this wasn’t the time for that. He didn’t want to bring that feud into Allie’s realm.

“What’s his name?” Allie asked in a loud whisper, her shy eyes finding Tommy’s.

“Tell ‘er your name, mate,” Alfie beckoned Tommy to share the information.

“It’s Tommy,” the other man followed suit, smiling as he spoke.

Allie observed him for a moment, surely trying to decide what she felt about him. A few beats of silence passed before a smile formed on her face. “Thank you, Mr. Tommy,” she said in a small voice.

“You’re welcome, Allie,” Tommy nodded, his smile widening.

“Dad you have to yell at Cyril now,” Allie turned back to her dad, a deep frown present on her face.

“I’ll make sure he knows what he’s done,” Alfie assured her, “go play, love.”

With one last smile, Allie hopped off of her father’s lap and exited the room almost as quick as she entered it.

“That fuckin’ dog…” Alfie trailed off, shaking his head, “why’d you give him back?”

“You wanted him back, Alfie,” Tommy answered in a monotone voice.

“You may be right,” Alfie conceded, cracking a smile as he thought about the dog.

“Your daughter’s lovely,” Tommy commented.

“She is, ain’t she?” Alfie answered, “light of my fuckin’ life, that girl…both her and her mum.”

Tommy nodded, his mind going to his wife and daughters. There was no doubt that he shared the same sentiment towards his girls.

Oh, the joys of being a girl dad…even if — or rather when, because it’ll surely happen again — Tommy and Alfie were at odds with each other, they’ll always have the shared title as something they can both relate to.

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The Story of Rose and Alfie

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FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 1 — part 2 here part 3 here

warnings: slight cursing, sexual references, toxic relationship

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maybe it was the way he looked at her,

or the way his hand made his way to the small of her back as he led her through the crowded party.

never mind , it was how his eyes trailed to yours even as his lips and hands were on another.

this was your relationship with christopher sturniolo. always on and off, never official, and always at each other’s throats, in one way or another.

you watched from across the room as the two were snuggled up on the couch. chris’s arm was around the girl’s shoulder while she leaned up to whisper into his ears. you were sure he could feel how your eyes were burning holes at them since he looked up and found your gaze. you could only shake your head as you made your way back to your friends that you came to this party with.

“still stuck on him?” larray already questioned as he took a cup from your hand as you proceeded to sit down next to him. you could only sigh as your shoulders slumped back. “you know what you need?” your best friend questioned. you looked up at him before muttering “a life?”

larray rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand. “yes, and maybe live a little, cmon.” in a matter of seconds you were dragged to the center of the party. glancing over at chris again made you realize that you can’t keep waiting on him forever. so, grabbing whatever guy that was on the dance floor, you danced as if you couldn’t feel chris’s eyes on you.

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taking a break, you told the guy you were dancing with that you’d be right back. you made your way around the house, trying to find a place to wind down before you made your way back. eventually you found one of the bedrooms that was unoccupied. well, you thought it was unoccupied. you knocked a few times and since there was no answer you swung the door open. low and behold, there was your beloved ex boyfriend fucking the same girl that was on the couch.

“holy shit!” you yelled out quickly covering your eyes, immediately making a u-turn to get the hell outta there. you couldn’t be there, not in this house, not at this party, and certainly not anywhere near him. pushing your way through the sweaty bodies, you could only panic even more. you frantically searched your purse for your car keys, not even bothering to tell your friends that you were leaving early. your heart was racing, and your mind was completely blank.

making your way down the driveway you finally found your car. not even waiting for the vehicle to warm up you were already driving yourself back to the comfort of your house.

“fuck.” you thought as tears streamed down your eyes. even after you two broke up, part of you still wanted to believe all the lies he told you.

“i’ll never find someone like you.”

“you’re the only one for me.”

luckily you made it back home. you kicked your heels off and made your way to room. not even bothering to do your nightly routine, you simply changed your clothes and collapsed into your bed. as much as you desperately tried to go to sleep, the image of the other girl in chris’s grasp, feeling his touch, couldn’t be removed from your head.

maybe it was because not too long ago, you were in the same position as her.

mid thought, your phone chimed with a text notification popping up on the screen.

chris 🚫

hey

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A/N: just a blurb cus i dont wanna lose any ideas that i have and because i wanted to write a chris fic. part 2 soon!

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Can u do hanni x fem reader playing 7 minutes in heaven and the reader doesn't know that hanni has a crush on her since the day she transferred schools

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ofc!! i didn't know if you wanted smut, so i just made it a fluff! if you wanted smut, i'll make a part 2! i also made it so hanni confesses at the end of the fic :)) otherwise hope you enjoy it 🎀 non :3

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pairing: hanni x female!reader genre: humor and fluff

you were currently at your first party, since you moved schools not to long ago. by then, you've accumulated a few friends, which were the ones you were with right now. the first one who came onto you was danielle.

danielle was a chatterbox, but the enjoyable kind. she was also selfless, always putting people before her. the people who came up to you second were the twins (as how your group liked to call them). hyein and haerin were the opposites of each other.

hyein was cheery, while haerin was quiet and kept to herself. they were the ones who showed you around the school, told you all of the school's gossip, and even helped you open your locker at certain times.

the first time that you sat with them in the cafeteria, the group welcomed you with open arms. at the table, you were introduced to minji, the mom of the group. but, one girl at the table caught your eye.

her name was hanni. she was quiet at the table for the first few days, so you normally just thought she was shy. as the six of you grew closer, you all eventually turned into extroverts around each other.

"so, meet up at my house?" hyein asks. the rest of the girls agreed then bid goodbye while going into their respective classrooms. you sat with haerin in chemistry, your conversations everything but awkward.

"will you come? please tell me you're coming!" haerin pleads. you giggle before answering, "guess i'll go, i have nothing to do after school." haerin cheers while you chuckle, but the happiness was cut short due to the professor shushing you two up.

after chemistry class felt like hours, the homeroom bell rings, signaling the end of the day. you decide to not look for your friends, instead going home to get ready.

the walk home from school was not too lengthy, giving you a little too much exercise. when you enter your home, you were surprised to find it empty. you take off your shoes and head up to your room.

you've gotten into the routine of showering and going to sleep early, but not tonight. stepping out of your steamy shower, you try to look in the mirror, but you were met with fog.

you decide to clean it later, since you had approximately an hour to get ready. as you dry off your body, you scan your closet to try and theorize what you would wear.

you settle on blue flared jeans with a white spaghetti strap top. a lot of makeup was not needed for a small hangout, so mascara and lip gloss was settled on.

when you get your chuck taylors on, you hear a car honking outside your door. you open it to see hanni's car honking at you. a smile replaces your scowl and you grab your purse, ready to leave.

you weren't so close to hanni, but you guys had a friendly relationship. sometimes, hugs would last longer between you too, but you always brushed it off. she would sit next to you, but never had conversations with you. but again, you thought it was nothing.

sitting in the passengers seat, hanni mumbles a greeting under her breath. you return the greeting and fasten your seatbelt. you look out the window for majority of the ride, due to the silence between both of you.

the faint music in the back made the ride not too bad, but the silence was thick between you too. fortunately, both of you arrive in front of hyein's house.

you guys get out of the car at the same time, but, you didn't notice hanni struggling to keep up with your fast walking. she had to jog up the stairs to hyein's door, since you were already there, knocking.

"hey guys! come in, everyone else is already here." hyein exclaims. you and hanni walk into the house. it was filled with many people from school, and mostly people that you didn't know.

hyein leads you and hanni to her living room area, where you find the other girls sitting on the carpet. minji was holding a beer while danielle and haerin stick with water bottles.

"what are we going to play now?" haerin asks. "let's play truth or dare!" minji slurs. the circle falls silent. "i think you've had a little too much beer.. we just played that." hyein rolls her eyes at the silly remark.

"why don't we play 7 minutes in heaven?" dani suggests. everyone silently agrees while danielle grabs one of minji's empty beer bottles. hyein spins the bottle and it turns for a good 5 seconds before landing on hanni.

"okay! hanni, spin it." minji utters. hanni's trembling hand spins the bottle. it was a short spin that landed on you. you look up from the bottle to see hanni already looking at you.

"alright guys.. see you in 7 minutes!" haerin waves. hyein leads both of you into her bedroom, shooing you guys both into the closet. she makes sure you both are in the closet before slamming it shut.

at this point, the timer has started and the game begins. hanni was glad that the closet was dark because her face felt hot, and she was sure that her face was red as well.

you decide the only way time was going to go faster was if both of you conversated. "so.. um, how are you doing over there?" you ask hesitantly. "i-i'm alright." she answers, tone matching yours.

after that small interaction, conversating was not the best idea after all. you lay your head on the wall next to you, closing your eyes. as your eyes get heavy, hanni strikes up a conversation again.

"do you have a crush?" she asks. "maybe i do, why?" you question. "I might have a little crush on you.." she mumbles her words out in a quiet but fast way. "huh? what did you say?" "i might have a crush on you.." hanni repeats.

you lift your head up, trying to decipher hanni's face in the dark. "really? y-you do?" you were absolutely shocked. "yeah.. but it's okay! you don't have to feel the same way." her voice pitches higher than usual.

"hanni.. i don't mind. is that why you're always so shy around me?" you tease. she takes a second before answering, "n-no." you chuckle before scooting closer to her scrunched up body.

"well, i've liked you ever since you moved to our school." she confesses. "oh really.. that's a while." you realize. you start to waddle back to your other spot before her voice stops you.

"i wanted to ask you something else-" hanni is cut off by the sound of a faint alarm and haerin's booming voice.

"times up!" haerin yells from downstairs.

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Deprived | Ten

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing word count: 3.6k a/n: i feel like this one is just very cutesy and fun. things are abt to get wild tho y'all strap in !!

pov: matt

I walked into the kitchen, getting myself a bottle of water and gulping it down like it was the last thing I was going to do. After my incident in the shower, I hadn't stopped thinking about Layla. I wanted to be near her always, I wanted to touch her in any way I could. I wanted her to sit in front of me, I wanted to play with her hair and I kept my thoughts at bay, not daring to tug on it once just to see her reaction.

I shook my head getting rid of my thoughts as I heard the bathroom door open. Layla went to walk by the kitchen but paused when she saw me leaning against the counter.

"You okay?" she asked, noticing the slightly stressed look on my face and I nodded, plastering a smile on my face.

"Yeah. Don't stress," I shook my head and she frowned walking into the kitchen fully before she stood in front of me, "What time you think you'll go home?"

I tried to change the subject and she shrugged, "I'm not going home so I don't know what time I'll leave."

"Where are you going?" I asked, my nosiness showing itself before I tried to gain my composure again.

"Uh..." she trailed off, looking at her feet as she chewed on her lip, "I don't know. I just can't go home."

"Why not?" I asked, genuinely confused as to why she couldn't go home.

"My dad said not to," she shrugged and my eyebrows furrowed, "I usually just go to the park or something."

"Wait, what?" I pushed off of the bench, letting my hands fall to my sides, "You don't have anywhere to sleep overnight if you can't go home?"

She shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on the ground in embarassment as she mumbled, "Yeah. Park benches aren't as uncomfortable as they seem."

"Fuck that," I shook my head, sliding my phone out of my pocket, "You're staying here."

"Mattew it's fi-"

"I'm not letting you sleep on a park bench, Layls," I sternly stated as I opened my mother's contact before clicking the call button. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hello?" she said, her professional voice ringing through the speaker, letting me know she hadn't checked who called before she answered.

"Hi Ma, it's Matt," I told her and she hummed, clearly still busy with something at work, "I'm just letting you know our friend Layla is gonna stay the night if that's okay?"

"Who's that, honey?" she asked, her attention being drawn by the unfamilar name and I pursed my lips.

"It's one of our friends from school. She doesn't have a place to stay tonight so I said it was okay for her to stay here," my eyes glanced to Layla whose head was still hung lowly, making my shoulders drop in sadness, "Please Ma."

"Fine but don't be up late," she answered and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you get home," I quickly said and she mumbled a goodbye before I hung up, "She said it's fine for you to stay.”

"It's really fine. It's nothing I haven't done before," she shrugged before lifting her head and I noticed a spot of blood on her lip. I instinctively leaned forward, swiping her bottom lip to get the blood off before I froze.

"Sorry," I pulled my hand away and she just looked at me in confusion, "You had blood on your lip."

"Fuck," her hand flew to her lip where my thumb was placed seconds ago. She quickly jogged back into the bathroom before returning with a piece of toilet paper covering her lip.

"You okay?" I asked and she nodded with a sigh.

"I just bit my lip too much," she mumbled and I let my eyebrows furrow again out of worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning my palms against the counter behind me and she looked at me in confusion, "You only bite your lip when your nervous or stressed so, what's bothering you?"

She took a moment to stare at me with an unreadable expression before she said, "I don't want you to feel like I have to stay here because you feel bad for me. I'm okay with staying somewhere else."

"I want you to stay here regardless," I told her honestly and she let her head hang again. With a sigh, I reached forward and grabbed her elbow to pull her into my chest. She planted her feet inbetween mine as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

She tensed against me for a moment, being frozen in place before she relaxed into me, wrapping her arm around me that wasn't holding the toilet paper against her lip.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice softer and shakier than I had ever heard and it made my heart break inside my chest, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Stop worrying, pretty girl," I mumbled as I turned my head, placing my cheek on top of her head and she sighed, pulling against me tighter.

We stood like that for a moment in comfortable silence until I heard someone clear their throat loudly. I lifted my head and Layla instantly pulled away from me, moving to stand beside me. I looked over to see Mia standing in the doorway, an unimpressed look on her face while Allie stood next to her with a beaming smile, looking between Layla and I.

"Nate's going and my dad is like around the corner," Allie spoke first and I nodded, pursing my lips as I looked everywhere but their faces.

"Is it 6:30 already?" Layla asked Allie and she shook her head.

"Nah he just finished work so he's picking us up on the way home," Allie explained and Layla nodded. I coughed into my fist before I pushed off of the table. Mia and Allie walked back down the hallway and Layla quickly followed after them, not bothering to look at me while she did so. I trailed behind her to see Nate dapping up Chris in the hallway before he reached forward and I followed the same motion.

"See you tomorrow bro," I nodded to him.

He opened the door, jogging down the front step of my house as he called out, "See y'all at school!"

"Bye guys," Allie hugged Layla before she wrapped her arms around me, leaning up to whisper in my ear, "Don't be a dick to her."

I rolled my eyes as she pulled away from me, giving me a serious look but neither of us spoke further. Mia slid past Allie and hugged me as I wrapped one arm around her shoulders.

"See ya," I mumbled as the two girls exited the house and walked down our driveway, Allie's dad pulling up in his Mercedes just in time. I closed the door behind me, locking it quickly before I turned to Nick and Chris, "By the way, Layla's staying here tonight."

"What?" Chris looked at me, confusion clear on his face and Nick raised his eyebrows.

"She just needs a place to crash. Mom already said it's fine and she'll let Dad know," I explained with a shrug and Nick shook his head, returning his gaze back to his phone from where he sat on the couch.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" Chris asked as he walked back into the living room, plopping himself on the couch and Layla walked past me, sitting on the opposite end of the same couch.

"She can sleep in my room," I state, leaning against the doorframe and all of their heads snapped to look at me, "Don't look at me like that. I'm sleeping on the couch."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house," Layla's eyebrows furrowed and I shrugged in response. Before I could respond further, the front door swung open revealing my Dad.

"Hey!" he said with a tired smile and I smiled back at him. His eyes travelled to the living room, his eyes landing on Layla, "You must be Layla, I'm Jimmy. Nice to put a face to the name."

"Dad," I mumbled through gritted teeth and he glanced back at me as he closed the door.

"What? I'm just saying it's good to know your description of her is accurate," he answered with a smile and I groaned, running a hand over my face in embarrassment, "When's Mom gonna be home?"

"She said at 7 so we need to figure out dinner," Nick responded, still looking at his phone and my dad nodded before walking past me to go towards his room upstairs.

"I'm gonna go shower. You kids figure out what you want to do for dinner," he called as he trudged up the stairs. With a sigh, I pushed away from the wall and walked into the kitchen, scouring the cupboards for something to make dinner with.

"You good bro?" I heard Chris's voice appear behind me making me jump before I turned around to see he was leaning against the counter with a confused frown, "What's up?"

"Nothing," I brushed him off as I turned around to continue looking through the cupboards.

"Dude, don't do that shit," Chris groaned and in my peripheral vision I saw him round the counter, standing next to me. I straightened up, turning to face him with my eyebrows raised.

"What shit?" I asked and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at me with an unimpressed.

"Don't shut down on us. Something's off with you," he blandly stated and I let out a heavy breath before I pulled pasta out of the pantry, deciding we would have to concoct some form of sauce with the ingredients we had already.

"Nothing's off. You're trippin'," I shrugged him off and I walked around him, opening up the fridge to look through its contents.

"Matt," Chris said sharply and I sighed, closing my eyes as I leaned my head on the open fridge door, "Just talk to me, man."

"I just-"

"Ooo, are we making pasta?" I heard Nick's voice interrupt me, both he and Layla standing in the kitchen doorway.

I coughed, shaking off the heavy feeling in my chest as I closed the kitchen fridge, "Yeah. We will have to make a sauce but I don’t know how we’re gonna do that."

"Where's Mom when you need her?" Nick groaned, sliding out one of the barstools on the island and plopping himself into it.

"I can help," Layla mumbled, picking at her nails as she glanced between us all before she shrugged, "I make meals out of nothing all the time."

"You don't have to do that," I shook my head and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand, sliding past me to open the fridge. She pulled out a block of cheese, milk and butter.

She opened the pantry, glancing around before she pulled out a bag of flour I didn't even know we had. She placed that next to the ingredients she already placed on the table before she said, "You guys good with a cheese sauce?"

Nick nodded his head vigorously and Chris hummed a yes in response. I watched as she made her way to the stove, picking up the large pot that we kept on the stove before she walked over to the sink, filling it up with hot water before placing it on the now-lit stove.

"How many people?" she asked as she pulled out another smaller pot from the cupboard to her left.

"Six," Chris responded and I continued to watch her as Nick scrolled on his phone.

"Oh great. Don't even have to change the recipe," she mumbled to herself as she started placing ingredients into the smaller pot before she poured the pasta into the now boiling bigger pot.

I felt something kick my leg and I looked over to see Nick glaring at me before he mouthed 'help her dickhead'. I cleared my throat, rounding the counter before I stood beside her.

"Anything you want help with?" I asked and she hummed, her teeth chewing on her lip as she measured the ingredients by eye.

"Once I put all this stuff in you can whisk it. It has to be whisked nonstop for like 5 minutes," she explained before she opened the drawers to her left, pulling out a whisk and handing it to me, "Thanks."

I grabbed the whisk as she smiled up at me before she walked around me, placing the flour, milk and butter back but keeping the cheese out since she hadn't used it yet.

"How do you know this?" Chris asked her and she moved to stand next to me, watching me as I slowly stirred the concoction in the pot.

"A little faster," she mumbled to me and I pursed my lips, resisting the urge to make a joke as she turned to look at Chris, "Google is a wonderful place."

"Yeah, but how do you remember this stuff?" he asked as he leaned his head on his hand, tilting his head to the side.

Layla shrugged as she picked up the pasta stirrer that I hadn't even noticed she placed on the bench, stirring the softening pasta in the bigger pot, "Good memory I guess."

"What are we making?" my dad suddenly appeared in the hallway of the kitchen with a smile in his pyjama pants and white t-shirt.

"Layla's making us pasta with cheese sauce," Nick answered and my dad raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, I'm still stirring the sauce," I frowned, pointing to the pot in front of me that my hand was still making small circles over, "More than what both of you are doing."

"Do you really want them cooking anything?" Layla asked me quietly with a smirk on her face that only I could see since she was facing away from the rest of my family. With a smile, I shook my head and she turned back around to look at my dad.

"It's the least I can do for you. You're letting me stay here," she said and I felt her nervousness radiate off of her but she still spoke clearly, masking the anxiety to anyone else.

"Please! Any of my boy's friends are always welcome here," my dad brushed her off and she chewed on her lip before giving him a small thankful smile, "Don't burn the sauce, Matt. You're mother will have your head on a spike if you waste anything."

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pov: layla

As I finished serving up the last of the pasta into bowls, I heard the front door of the house open and in walked what I assumed was Matt's Mom. I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and spun around to give her a smile.

"You must be Layla!" she beamed, immediately grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a hug. I tensed against her, the unexpected affection catching me off guard but in order to be polite, I tried to relax a bit and hugged her back.

"Nice to meet you," I said, plastering on my best smile as she pulled away from me.

"Did you make this?" she asked, directing her attention to the pasta that was sitting on the bench and I nodded, pursing my lips.

"Yeah. It's the least I could do," I repeated what I told their dad before and she shook her head.

"Ma!" Chris ran into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and I just watched as she patted his forearms lovingly.

I was slightly confused, seeing how Chris acted at school was a complete contrast to who he was at home. I never would've guessed he was so close with his parents and this openly affectionate.

"Chris, help Layla with the pasta," she tapped her son on the side and he rolled his eyes, pulling away from her before he grabbed two of the bowls and made his way to the living room.

"Can you let the boys know I'm just showering and then I'll have dinner?" she turned to me and I nodded with a smile.

"Of course, Mrs Sturniolo," I said politely and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand as she smiled.

"No need for that. Call me Mary-Lou," she smiled as she started walking out of the kitchen and I smiled to myself, her motherly nature radiating off of her.

I grabbed the last three bowls of pasta, balancing one on my forearm between my bicep and wrist as I held the other two in my hands. I walked into the living room and saw Jimmy and Chris holding two of the bowls already. I handed one to Nick and then Matt, both of them giving me a thankful smile. I kept one for myself, leaving Mary-Lou's on the kitchen bench for her.

Nick was sitting in his usual armchair while Jimmy sat on the couch in the same place Mia had been hours before. Matt sat in the middle of the couch and there was a seat next to him, Chris sitting on the floor in front of the empty seat.

"Mary-Lou said that she's having a shower then she'll come eat," I told them as I sat on the floor next to Chris, leaving the couch open for their Mom. I realised they had their seats in everything. In class, in the car and in the living room.

I happily ate my pasta with my legs crossed, all that was heard were forks clanking against porcelain bowls and the quiet murmurs of a show on the TV.

"This is so fucking good," Chris mumbled with a mouth full of pasta, making me look at him with a smile, "Like actually, you need to write down the recipe because I'm not gonna remember if you tell me."

"Chris, when are you ever gonna make dinner?" Nick asked with genuine curiosity in his words.

"I will if it tastes like this," Chris raised his eyebrows, holding his bowl out in front of him that was now empty.

"Or," Matt stated from behind me and I turned around to look at him as he swallowed a mouthful of his pasta, "She can just come over and cook it for us."

"I'm not a personal chef, Matthew," I rolled my eyes, a smile peaking through my lips as I turned around.

"You could be," I could hear the smirk in his voice making me turn around to see I was correct, "Stay here whenever you want as long as I get fed."

"Matt!" Jimmy hit his son's arm making me laugh, "You know better than to talk to a woman like that."

"I'm kidding, Dad," Matt replied with a chuckle before returning his gaze to mine. He sent me a sly wink and I pursed my lips, spinning back around as my face heated up.

"What did I miss?" Mary-Lou entered the living room with her bowl of pasta, placing herself on the couch behind Chris before Chris leaned back onto his mother's legs.

"Matt having no game," Chris mumbled before a hand smacked the back of his head and I noticed that Matt was leaning forward with his arm extended towards Chris.

"Shut the fuck up, Chris," Matt grumbled before he flopped back into the couch and I bit my lip trying to suppress my laugh as Chris pursed his lips, holding in a giggle of his own.

"Enough," Mary-Lou spoke somewhat sternly as she began eating her pasta, "Thank you again for making us dinner, sweetheart. This is lovely."

"It's really no problem," I turned around and gave her a polite smile before I looked at Matt, "Besides, I'm not the one that stirred the sauce."

"Oh fuck off," he leaned forward, shoving my shoulder slightly and I smiled at him sweetly while he shook his head.

"Matt," his mother said sternly and I pursed my lips, turning around once again as I snickered to myself.

The room fell silent as all of our attention was diverted to the TV and I felt Matt's hands fall onto my shoulders, pulling me back to resume my position between his legs. I sighed, leaning my head on his right knee while he began playing with the ends of my hair again.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward so his mouth was beside my ear, his warm breath fanning the side of my face as he whispered, "You want dessert?"

Goosebumps rose on my skin and I nodded my head, my face heating up from our close proximity before he tapped the side of my arm, indicating for me to get up. I grabbed my bowl and phone, hopped up from the floor and walked towards the entrance to the kitchen as Matt followed.

I placed my bowl in the sink and spun around to see Matt in front of me, wrapping his arm around me and placing the bowl in the sink that was now behind my back.

"Couldn't have waited till I moved?" I asked, a smirk tugging at my lips as I glanced around his face.

"Why do that when I get the excuse to be close to you?" he asked, a smirk still on his face. He moved away as my face heated up and I shook away the warm feeling in my stomach. He opened the freezer, pulling out a small tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons.

"Not gonna put it in bowls?" I asked, walking over towards him as he held out a spoon for me before shaking his head. He made his way back to the living room before he stopped, standing in the doorway.

"We're gonna go watch a movie in my room but I'll sleep on the couch when you guys are done," Matt told his family before making his way up the stairs to his bedroom and I followed shortly behind, not realising we weren't going back to the living room.

"Don't eat all the ice cream!" Nick yelled out and Matt didn't bother turning around.

"No promises!" he called back and once we reached the top of the stairs, he opened a door to the right. He stepped in flicking on the light as I trailed behind him.

I shut the door behind me as he walked over to the bed in the corner of the room, jumping onto it before he patted the place in front of him so I could sit with my back against the headboard.

He cracked open the ice cream and we both sat in silence for a moment before he said, "Wanna play a game?"

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[writersdare]

Paris Broke My Heart (p.1) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Calum knew he'd lose Y/N each time she'd start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever.

Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 2 464

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: That was a long journey for me to finally finish this one! There were lots of changes and edits, but I think I'm finally happy with this piece. The part 2 is very much possible, let me know if you're interested in it! ♡ Update: the 2nd part is here.

Two weeks sounded almost like condemnation. Y/N didn’t even think for a slight second, it’d be easy, though. She knew the delaying wouldn’t change a thing. However, the girl was sure it was a right decision to tell the other guys first, and only then — Calum. She needed to hear and see a sincere happiness for her, before she’d play pretend with Cal. Y/N knew he wouldn’t be glad to hear the news, and honestly, the girl herself still didn’t know how she felt about it herself. 

Five months ago, Y/N told her friend she applied for a job relocation to Paris. It was a great opportunity for her career and perhaps, for her mind, too. She hated to behave like she didn’t feel anything towards Calum except friendship, and the girl was scared she’d forget how to play that role eventually. 

Cal was a better actor. He faked a smile and congratulated her with the brave decision. Then had never asked about the application ever again. If other guys wondered at least once in few weeks if she got any news, Calum preferred to delete the information from his brain and selfishly hoped Y/N’s application would be refused.

She got approval, though. Cal just didn’t know it yet.

“So,” Y/N started in a ringing voice, putting a cup of tea next to Calum. The evening walk didn’t really go as planned, as the rain had started, and they had to come back to the girl’s apartment. “I actually have some exciting news,” she smiled and sat down next to Cal with her cup. “Do you remember I told you I sent the application to Paris?”

“Sure,” the musician nodded, remembering it rather vividly. Calum truly couldn’t understand why Y/N was seeking for a way to get new working experience abroad if she had everything there, in LA. If she had him, and he had her. More or less. 

“I’ve got approval, leaving in two weeks.”

Of course, it still was exciting for her; it was new and challenging. Maybe the girl sent the application on emotion, feeling like she needed to get out from the place where Calum was. However, when Y/N got the answer, she was happy to know she made it.

“Oh. That’s great, congrats,” Cal forced a smile, but it looked more like a wince. The girl pretended she didn’t see that. “In two weeks… that’s pretty soon,” he mumbled and looked at a wooden kitchen table, trying to find the right words. Calum needed to be happy for his friend, but he wasn’t. All he could do was to be selfish about it. The guy didn’t want Y/N to leave, he couldn’t imagine her moving away from him. Cal wasn’t going on a tour that year, the band was working on a new album, and to picture late studio nights without her… It felt almost alien.

“It is…” she nodded, and touched a cup with her both hands, hoping that it’d somehow help with the nerves. “I’ll be gone for a year, Cal. And then I might stay there or come back. Depends how it will go,” the girl added quietly and looked up at the friend.

Calum only nodded in response and made a sip, getting tired of faking the joy. 

“Have fun,” he said. 

Y/N swallowed and pursed lips. The girl knew he’d have such reaction. She just hoped he’d at least try to pretend, so it wouldn’t hurt that much. 

“I thought we could meet all together on the weekends and hang out,” she almost whispered. “Like… to make a little celebration, you know?”

Calum raised his eyes and shrugged, even though wanted to ask what there was to celebrate.

“Yeah, okay. You’ll tell them on the weekends then?” he asked, and Y/N mumbled “mm-hmm.”

She wondered how it would have been like if a whirlwind of friendship hadn’t taken them over that quick. Maybe it would have been different. The more they hid the feelings from each other, the harder it was to open up. Sometimes Y/N was thinking she’d never find anyone like Calum. That she’d never feel such strong love towards anyone but him. And it would terrify her.

Cal didn’t even question it; he knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t even try. Since Y/N entered his life, the guy wasn’t dating much, only when she was seeing someone herself. Then he’d immediately jump in bed with a stranger, so the next day, when Y/N would talk about a new date, he’d have something to talk about, too. And they’d hurt each other almost simultaneously, with smiles on their faces. 

After finding out the girl was relocating, Calum decided to choose a new path that no one, perhaps, expected – denying. Each time Y/N would mention Paris, he’d just change the topic immediately. He pretended like he didn’t care, didn’t hear. Cal developed some kind of a blocking system in his head, which filtered two hostile words: “Paris” and “moving”. He couldn’t sleep for the last few days, trying to figure out what he could do. The idea of Y/N being not there terrified him. The musician knew he would lose her every time she got into a romantic relationship, but it was temporary, they’d always come back to each other. And that time it was different, the girl was actually leaving, maybe forever.

They met at a friend’s party the other day, and Calum’s head was simply occupied with many thoughts. Was it too late to tell Y/N how he actually felt? Was it egoistic, stupid, unnecessary? It probably was.

“Hey. Are you ready for the celebration this weekend?” Luke gave Y/N a warm hug, having no clue the girl lied to Cal about them already knowing the news.

At first, Calum didn’t even believe his own ears. He thought as he was so obsessed with a thought of stopping her, he was hearing the bitter truth from everywhere.

“What celebration?” the guy asked and saw confused, almost awkward faces of his friends. He then turned a head towards Y/N, feeling a rushed anger inside of him.

“So, you told them before telling me? Fucking great,” he spilled out.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Luke mumbled, although it wasn’t exactly his fault.

Y/N wanted to throw a quick “it’s okay”, but she didn’t have time as Cal stormed out of the house.

“Calum!” she run outside, seeing him with a cigarette pack. 

“Can I have a bit of privacy?!” the guy groaned, not even looking at her.

“Don’t do this, Calum,” Y/N almost begged. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It’s less than two weeks, let’s not waste it arguing, please.”

“Oh, you mean you will treat me like shit, and I’m supposed to not react to it just because you are leaving in two weeks?” he smirked sarcastically and lit up a cigarette.

Y/N felt a lump in her throat immediately, as well as a strong desire to burst into tears.

“I never treated you like shit, Cal. You can’t tell me that, it’s not fair.”

“No, you know what’s not fair?” the musician pushed the smoke out through his mouth and looked at Y/N. She could see fire in his brown eyes. “It’s not fair to tell me the news last. Like I’m some piece of shit to you, Y/N. How long have they known?”

The girl sobbed and raised eyes to the sky to hold back the coming tears. Calum turned his head away and came back to smoking, as if didn’t care he was hurting her. Because she was hurting him, too. Again, simultaneously.

“I only told them first, because it’s… harder with you. I mean–”

“Don’t explain,” he shook his head, chuckling. “You are making it only worse.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, okay?” she cried. “You can’t blame me for that. I knew how you’d react, and I saw how you reacted. I needed to hear some genuine support first.”

“Oh, so it’s my problem now?!” Cal outraged and chuckled again, being absolutely furious.

“It’s no one’s fault! Let’s just not argue, it’s out last few weeks together, do you really want to spend them like this?” Y/N repeated. 

He thought for a minute and drew the smoke into his mouth.

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

The girl’s heart just stopped at that moment. She knew he meant it, because Calum always analyzed before saying anything. The words had a great meaning to him. He’d rather end up everything like that, indeed. Maybe in that case it wouldn’t be so painful to say a goodbye.

“Well, I don’t,“ she whispered and leaned on a wall, simply staying with Calum, while he was finishing the cigarette.

In the saddest days, Y/N was worried she was looking at Calum’s brown eyes for too long. It was getting very obvious she was drowning in the ice-cold coffee which he liked so much. And the girl almost enjoyed that feeling. Drowning in him, falling for him, without a safety net. But the falling began to seem endless, and it was harder to believe in something special between them. They were just friends, always had been. They had dated other people and never each other.

It probably wasn’t really a surprise they both got drunk an hour after they came to a club to “celebrate” her job relocation. Finishing the sixth shot Y/N was sure the ice had melted between her and Calum, and they were good friends again, like before.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N,” he even said at some moment, holding hands on her waist while they were moving on the dance floor.

“I’ll miss you, too, Cal,” the girl said and handed a cocktail to the friend. It was getting hot, so the girl took off her blue sweater, remaining in a white low-cut T-shirt. “Every day,” she tied the sleeves of the sweater at her waist and took the drink back.

Calum smiled shortly, trying not to stare at the low-cut which emphasized her chest in such a good way; but the mouth became dry, so he made a sip from her drink even before Y/N. Whoever said that multitasking wasn’t always a good thing, was probably right. Still dancing, Cal hit the girl’s foot with his, and the cocktail spilled on YN’s chest.

“Shit!”

“Calum!” the girl shivered and looked down, estimating the damage. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling dizzy. The musician barely could hear his own thoughts because of the loud music in the club and all alcohol he had in his blood. “C’mon, I’ll help you to clean up,” Cal took her by the hand and led into the restroom. Locking the door, the guy hurried up to wet few napkins and rashly wipe Y/N’s chest. By that time the guy was still just nervous for ruining her shirt and was not thinking how intimate the situation was. However, Y/N wasn’t already breathing. Calum doubtfully would allow himself something like that if he wasn’t drunk, but the head simply turned off, stopped working. 

The girl opened her mouth unintentionally and leaned her back against the wall, when all she could feel was Cal’s lips on her skin. She breathed loudly through the nose and looked down, seeing her friend leaving wet kisses around the neckline of her T-shirt. There was no second thought – although it should had been – as Y/N rested hands on his wide shoulders, and Calum’s lips finally reached hers. The kiss was passionate, almost animal-like. He was pushing her against the wall and squeezing her waist tight, as if saying that she was not going to leave. Not at that moment, not any other time. He couldn’t let her go.

“Calum,” her breath was unsteady, as she unbuttoned his shirt and whined in his lips, when he touched her wet spot with fingers. Y/N was drowning in all feelings she was experiencing, as if a bare wire – each touch of his would send a shiver around the whole body. Cal was gentle, but there was not even a drop of uncertainty in his actions. The girl fully relaxed in his arms and only tried to hold loud moans, biting the lips almost until they bleed.

They both knew they didn’t do it every Friday night with some strangers, it was just for them and no one else. And even though the minds were foggy, they knew they wouldn’t be able to hold back the desire. The desire to be close, to gift the kisses and breathe in unison. 

Calum was letting himself to do something he’d never allow before. He was kissing her lips, her neck, pushing inside of her deeper, simply wishing to feel, to know she was his, she was going to stay. The words were forgotten, all they could do were moan quietly, hoping no one would find out. They came almost simultaneously, sending an electric flow from one to another. Cal, still breathing heavily, threw a condom in a bin and glanced at Y/N. She silently put the clothes back on and looked up at the friend. The words stuck in a throat, and no one from them knew what to say. 

He left the room first, and Y/N followed after him. She was shivering inside; she wasn’t drunk anymore. And the worse part – she wasn’t even regretting it.

They didn’t remind each other about that night. It didn’t mean they forgot, on the contrary. If Calum didn’t sleep well last week, after what happened in the club, he barely could sleep at all. He couldn’t say if they made a mistake, at least he hoped she didn’t think that way. They didn’t talk about it, though. As the days passed, they preferred to pretend like it never happened. Cal was good at it and, apparently, Y/N learnt that from him.  Even when they were already in the airport, saying bitter goodbyes.

Y/N, just like everyone else, was faking a smile, while hugging everyone very tight, as if trying to remember the feeling. There was no time left, and Calum was standing in front of her, having no desire to let her go.

“Bye, Calum,” she said, as the guys let them have a moment alone. “I’ll text you in Paris.”

Cal nodded, feeling like if he’d say something, his voice would simply crack. Y/N hesitated and stood on her toes to leave a short kiss on his cheek. Calum took the girl’s wrist and everything he could whisper was:

“Please, don’t go.”

The tears flashed on Y/N’s eyes. She looked at the guy and gently broke the touch. The moment, and Cal was following her with a gaze to the green zone of the airport. And just like that, there was no Y/N in his life anymore.

♡ Part 2♡

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[heavyhitterheaux]

NDA Part 2

AN: Jackman has some explaining to do. Okay let's gooooo 😘

Synopsis: After learning that your future husband has been lying to you for the duration of your relationship, you have a decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Read part 1 first

You were taken aback and suddenly confused.

This had to be some sort of prank.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"Jack is married to me and I knew that there was someone else. And look at that, I was right. Can we talk?"

You simply nodded as you looked at the big ass ring on her left hand.

Princess cut.

You then invited her into the suite and led her over to the living room area. You sat across from her as she began to speak still in disbelief of what was currently happening. 

"How long has he been seeing you?"

"Almost a year and six months."

She nodded before gathering her thoughts on what she wanted to say next.

"Y/N, you seem like a really sweet girl and.... Jack did was he does best. He's a sweet talker. He knows the right things to say in order for you to think that it's just you and him forever. That's what he told you right?"

"Um, more or less."

What was she getting at?

"We've been married for four years and have two boys together. I never thought for a second that he would step out on me, but he did. You weren't the first and you probably won't be the last."

"Why did you stay?"

"Because I literally depend on him for everything. I didn't go to college, have no skills, I barely finished high school. What am I going to do as a single mother of two young boys?"

You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

But, he was yours.

He loved you.

He wouldn't have hidden this from you..

Right?

"But if he's married to you, how is he supposed to get married to me?" You curiously asked.

"After everything I just told you, you still want him?"

Just then the door opened and both of you looked up to see it was the man of the hour.

"Hey baby girl, did you...."

He got quiet as he saw both of you.

"Jack... I think you have some explaining to do." You calmly said before getting up and walking towards him.

He now looked pissed off and all of his anger was directed towards Ava.

"What did her lying ass tell you?"

"Oh please, I told her the truth. We're married and have two boys together."

"AVA! We are in the middle of a divorce because you cheated on me and my so called kids aren't even mine!"

"Yes they are!"

"So the DNA test lied then?!"

"Jack, please don't do this."

"Don't do what? I have literally signed over everything to you because I don't want anything to do with you anymore and want you out of my life for good! You're mad because I finally found the person that I want to be with and it isn't you! You messed up our marriage Ava, not me."

"We can fix it!"

"Do you hear yourself right now? Like really hear yourself? I don't want you, I don't want anything to do with you, and you need to leave me and my future wife alone. See your way out now. You've done enough."

Ava simply grabbed her purse and walked over to you.

"Y/N, you're too good for him. Let me know if you ever want to talk."

She gave you her number and walked out without another word with Jack literally slamming the door behind her.

You didn't know what to think.

Did you believe Ava or did you believe Jack?

I mean Jack has been lying this entire time hiding secret families and shit and Ava... well you couldn't quite read her very well and besides you only met the girl minutes ago.

You were now back sitting on the couch when Jack came up and sat next to you.

You instantly moved away from him.

Feeling nothing but hurt and betrayal.

You never thought in a million years that this man would lie to you and hide that he was in fact married.

"Baby, please. Let me explain."

"You lied to me." You quietly spoke as you stared straight ahead. 

"I... I know and I'm sorry but I had to in order for her crazy ass not to come after you. I don't even know how she found out about you in the first place! Y/N, I love you. You know that and I would never do something intentionally to hurt you."

"I can't do this right now."

"Come on, don't let her ruin us. She means absolutely nothing to me. As soon as the divorce is finalized we can get married. That's why it's taking me so long to marry you."

"And her kids aren't yours?"

"Babe, her kids aren’t mine. Besides I got a DNA test just so I could have proof. When they were born, I knew they weren't mine."

"I need to be myself right now. I have a lot to think about."

"Stink, come on. This is really the only time I'll get to spend with you for the next few weeks."

"Jack.... I'm pregnant and I don't want my child born into this hot mess express."

"Wait, what? You are!?!?"

"Yeah and I was excited about it until thirty minutes ago."

"We can do this mamas. I promise to take care of the both of you. I take care of you and you want for nothing. We can finally start our life together that we want."

"Jack... get out and don't call me again until the divorce is finalized. Pregnant with your child or not."

----

The next few months were a blur.

You didn't completely cut off contact with Jack even though you wanted to.

He is the father of your child after all.

If you thought you got a lot of gifts before, he was now taking it to a new level.

You were running out of space in your condo to put everything.

You were getting something every single week for you and your unborn child.

He kept the gifts gender neutral since you wanted it to be a surprise when they were born.

You and Jack didn't exactly break up, but you weren't necessarily together either and it just felt like a weird space at the moment.

Jack didn't miss any doctor's appointments even if they had to be through FaceTime. He made sure to be with you as much as he could even if it was awkward at times. 

He was doing more appearances in order to have more money for you and your little one.

You had to give him credit, he was trying but you couldn't get past the fact that he lied about something as important as being married and going through a divorce.

You were an understanding person and always have been. You always kept it 100 with everyone else and wanted that same thing in return.

Especially with something as big as this. 

You were currently eating cherries on the long couch in the living room when a FaceTime call was coming through and you already knew who it was. You rolled your eyes before answering, not really being in the mood to talk to anyone. 

You clicked accept and his face appeared wearing a smile.

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling today? How's my little one?"

"Hey, just a bit tired and they're okay. But nothing I can't handle."

"I wanted to call you to tell you that the divorce was finalized today."

Jack held up the paper to show me and sure enough it was true.

Jack was no longer married to Ava.

But you weren't quite sure if you wanted to be married to Jack either.

You never thought in a million years that would be the case. 

You simply nodded your head and went back to eating your cherries.

"I thought you would be a little more excited baby."

"I just.. Jack you made me feel like you didn't trust me and that really hurt."

"Never that mamas. I apologize that I made you feel that way. I do trust you, I just... I didn't want you to leave me if you found out. I admit that was stupid on my part but Y/N, I cannot live without you being in my life. From the moment we met I knew you were my wife."

"Is that the same thing you told Ava?"

Jack simply sighed. He knew he was going to have to put in a lot of work for you to forgive him and move on from this.

"I thought she was the one, I admit. But when she cheated everything just went downhill. She didn't show her true colors until after we were married and then I came to the conclusion that she was bat shit crazy and only wanted me for my money."

"I'm sorry she did that to you because you definitely didn't deserve it."

Jack was the type of person to make sure that everyone around him was good and had everything they needed.

The only thing is that people tend to take advantage of that.

And that’s what she had did. 

"When is your next appointment? I'll be back in L.A. in like two weeks I think. I don't like you being that far away from me."

"It's actually in two weeks. I know you don't, but I need time."

"Is moving in with me still on the table?"

You had thought long and hard about it and you wanted your baby to have both of their parents under the same roof.

"Yeah, I guess."

You simply shrugged.

You missed him, but you just didn't know anymore.

"Baby, I'm trying. I really am. I'll make this up to you anyway I can. Anything you need or want just tell me."

"I know you are, I appreciate the effort."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

You took a few seconds to answer and he got nervous.

"Yes, eventually."

“Well, how much longer?”

“Jack, I don’t know. Like do you know how royally fucked up what you did was?”

“Yes but..”

“Okay, then. I’m going to need for you to stop rushing me and let me do this in my own time. I love you and as much as I want to be mad at you, I just can’t. Just let me go at my own pace and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

Jack stayed on FaceTime with you for a few more minutes before ending the call and going to find Urban. 

He found him conversing with Neelam and he took a seat next to both of them.

“I told your ass that you should’ve been honest with her from the beginning.” Urban said already knowing what the situation was.

“But, yall know how crazy Ava is.”

“We do, but I mean come on Jack you broke her trust.” Neelam was right and he couldn’t argue with that.

“I know I went about it in the wrong way and I honestly think I might have lost her for good.”

“Has she broken up with you?

“No.”

“Has she blocked your number?”

“No.”

“Has she given you any indication that she was going to leave you?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. There’s still a chance for you to make this right.”

“She barely even talks to me anymore unless it has to do with the baby. I thought she would be excited when I told her the divorce was finalized today and she just kinda shrugged it off.”

“Well, do you blame her?”

“Well, no. But that was the whole reason why I couldn’t marry her and now I can.”

“Just give her time. That’s literally all you can do. She’ll come around. I can tell you really do love her because you will talk about her nonstop for hours at a time.” Neelam responded smiling.

“She’s brought out the best in you within this past year and with all that you went through with Ava you definitely deserve it.”

“I deserve it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if she decides to leave me. She literally means everything to me.”

“Well, do what you need to do to make sure she doesn’t.”

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Done II

It had been a few weeks since you had last spoken to Jack. 2 to be exact. You kept your day busy with work, going out with your friends, and when you weren’t doing any of that you decided on just distracting yourself with anything you could and hoping that you wouldn’t see Jack pop up on your timeline. It wasn’t that the two of you were broken up, you’d like to think of it as a break. He still texted you everyday to ask how you were doing and how much he missed and love you, yet you had yet to reply.

Maybe it was the fact that you were scared, or maybe it was the fact that you felt disrespected by his actions that made you feel the way you did.

You had remembered sitting down a week ago on your couch, a wine glass in your hand and a blunt rolled in your lap ready to watch something on YouTube that you had been meaning to, when stumbled on a video with Jack’s face on it. ‘Jack Harlow on having a Finsta, the type of women he likes, + More’

You had clicked your tongue and hovered over the video i times You finally decided to click on it. You had missed his voice. His charisma poured out of the screen and you melted. Maybe it was the fact that you were a little tipsy and sad. But you had fought the urge to grab your phone and call him then and there.

The video got to a certain part and it made you sit up immediately. His flirtatious behavior.

“This is the type of shit that would make a girlfriend furious”

Jacks eyed widened as he smiled guiltily and looked at Angie. “Oh yeah, yeah, trust me”

“I’m sure you’ve had this problem before, why are you flirting with her!? And you’re like ‘I’m not flirting with her!” Angie laughed and shook her head.

Your sour expression couldn’t be unmatched when you had turned off the TV and downed your glass of wine.

The following week, which was now was uneventful for the most part. You had just finished rubbing lotion on your skin and putting your hair down from the towel it had been used to dry your hair. Your robe tightly wrapped around your body. Humming to yourself as you walked down the steps.

You heard a car park outside but you assumed it was someone coming to see your neighbor, you didn’t have anyone you were expecting after all.

You walked over to the window that was next to your bedroom door and your heart nearly dropped. Your boyfriend getting out of his car, all 6’3 of him wearing a black tracksuit and holding some bags in his hands. Decorative bags which you knew were presents he had bought for you. Jack himself knew damn well that if he were to send gifts to your house you wouldn’t dare open them. You were just that stubborn and even he hated to admit that was one thing he loved about you. Once you set your mind on something you weren’t going to change it. But it was also one of those things that made him want to pull his hair out, because you not talking to him for two weeks was starting to take an unholy toll on him.

You didn’t even give him a second to gather the things he was carrying to the door. You quickly walked and almost pulled it off the the hinges with how hard you opened it. You stood there for a second, he looked back at you. A sad smile enveloping his features. “W-what are you doing here?” You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around your midsection. Leaning against the door and watching him walk closer to you.

Jacks eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, except for when he was roaming his eyes on your body.

“I wanted to come see you, I leave to Kentucky again tomorrow, I can’t come see my favorite girl?” You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips.

Jack put the gifts down and his arms wrapped around your waist. You let him, of course. Your own arms wrapping around his waist. Your head laid on his chest. His cologne filled your senses and it felt like home.

“I missed you” You told you. Leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you too”

You chin perched up on his chest, looking up at him.

“I won’t do it again”

“We’ll see”

“Damn you’re gonna do me like that? Really?” He joked and pinched the soft skin in your hips.

“I’m not joking, you really hurt my feelings this time”

“I know” He sighed and felt you pull away from his body. Motioning your head inside. It was getting cold outside and you fought against getting hypothermia outside having a conversation with him.

He took notice and nodded. Picking up the bags and walking in the door. The smell of soft vanilla and lavender filled his nose. Smelled just like you, he had missed it more than he ever imagined. Your touch, your kisses, your voice. Everything. Jack had resorted of looking back at video of you to get through the past two weeks.

You watched as he closed the door behind him, setting down the bags and turning to you.

“I’m sorry”

“Sorry for what exactly? Because you said a lot of things to me that day. I’m not even sure you know what you’re apologizing for”

He paused, his hand running down his chin. Because you were right, he didn’t mean anything that he had spat at you. Most of it was just to hurt your feelings in the argument and the other was him just being mad and stressed out.

“For everything YN, the shit I said, the shit I did. You don’t deserve to be treated that way. Baby I don’t deserve you but fuck it I’m a self motherfucker and I want you to myself, if that means changing the way I do shit to be with you then so be it. Because it’s what you deserve and I don’t want to lose the love of my life over some woman that’s interviewing me. I don’t want to lose the memories I have with you”

You stared him down for a second. You took in his apology and finally you nodded.

“I forgive you, I forgive you for what you said and what you did. I don’t want to change your personality Jack. I just want some respect, I don’t feel comfortable watching you flirt with all these woman just like you wouldn’t feel comfortable watching me flirt with men that I don’t know. It goes both ways, you’ve never seen me do that because I respect you and our relationship. I guess what made me angry was thinking of what made me so different that you couldn’t do the same” You sniffled and looked up to stop yourself from crying. You promised yourself you wouldn’t but this man just does things to your emotions that you hadn’t experienced before. You came to the conclusion that it was because you just loved him so damn much.

“Please don’t cry baby, not because of me” Jack walked closer to you and held your body close to his. Rubbing his hands down your back, just like he always did when you were upset at your mom, your friends, or even just upset at the day. “I’m so fucking sorry I made you feel that way. I won’t do that shit again trust. You can ask Urban. I’ve been a mess without you these past two weeks. Can’t concertarte for shit thinking about if my girl is really my girl”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “It’s okay, just. Just don’t do it again”

���I won’t. I swear. Now” He placed a kiss to your lips. Your strawberries and cream chapstick leaving a familiar taste on his lips.

“Your mother in law is expecting you in Louisville tomorrow with me” Jack sheepishly smiled. “So pack a bag because we leave tonight”

“Jackman Thomas Harlow!? On such short notice!?” You smack his chest softly and turn away from him to run upstairs.

“Wait! We still have time to do other activities for an hour or two!”

“On the plane!” You laughed.

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Waiting For Your Lover

Waiting For Your Lover

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: A night out leaves Jake waiting up for you at home.

Warnings: Subtle mention of sex if you squint.

Word Count: 1.5k 

“I’ll be home late, don’t stay up for me, okay?” you said as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You gave yourself one last look in the bathroom mirror before turning around to Jake, who was sitting on the edge of the tub, watching you get ready for your night out. It was your best friend's birthday and she insisted on a girls night out- no boyfriends allowed. Or in your case- fiancés. 

“M’kay,” he said as he gave you a light kiss on the lips. 

You started to break away from him and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him as he continued to kiss you.

As he kissed you, you giggled, “Jake, I have lipstick on.” 

“I don’t care,” he said, snaking his hand up your arm and around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You pulled away from him and used your hand to wipe off the makeup that had transferred onto his lips. You walked out of the bathroom and into your closet to get your dress while Jake followed behind you. 

“So what time do you think you’ll be home?” he asked, leaning against the door frame.

You peeled your shirt off and stepped out of your shorts as you spoke. “Maybe 1? Honestly, I have no idea. Why do you wanna know so bad anyway? You got a girl coming over?” you teased. 

He laughed and looked down at his feet, giggling a little. 

“No,” he stretched out his words as he looked up at you, “I just want some time with you tonight. Haven’t seen you in a while. I just wanna love you, that’s all.” 

You had to admit, you felt a little bad leaving him. He had just gotten back from Europe two days ago after being there for a month. Every day and night was full of “I miss you” texts and calls. When he finally got back, the two of you planned to spend the next few weeks together before touring picked up in the US again. 

Except for tonight, of course. If your friend's celebration had just been planned for a few days earlier, this wouldn’t even be an issue. Jake was understanding though. When you first brought it up to him, he told you that you should go. His words were, “I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself for one night. Go have fun with your friends. I’ll be here when you get back.”

However, now that that night was actually here, you both missed each other already. And you hadn’t even left the house yet. 

You stepped into your dress, pulled it up, walked over to him, and turned around as you got closer to him. Without you having to ask, he zipped it up for you. He rested his hands on your hips and spun you around to face him. 

“I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to,” you said sympathetically. 

Jake let out a little laugh, “I’m just being dramatic. Go. Have a good time. I mean, this is your best friend since fourth grade. I’ll survive. But just know, when you get home, you’re all mine.”

He leaned back a little and looked you up and down as he licked his lips. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, leaning in to give him a little kiss. 

“Mmm, yeah, when you get home- you’re all mine,” he repeated, smiling. He pulled away from you and gave your ass a little tap as you walked out of the closet and into the bedroom.

He sat on the floor next to you as you put your shoes on, followed you down the stairs, grabbed your purse for you, and watched as your Uber pulled up in front of the house. He was like a puppy watching his owner leave him to go to work. 

You gave Jake a little peck on the lips before leaving for the night and he watched as you got into the car and drove away.

At around 2 am, you and the girls decided to call it a night. You texted Jake that you’d be home soon but to your surprise, he didn’t answer.

You walked through the door and felt instant relief the second you took off your heels. You were surprised to be met with silence when you entered. Usually, Jake heard keys jingling and the door opening and closing- and would call out to you where he was.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard that the TV was on and the dim light coming from it lit up the room slightly. You stopped in the laundry room, pulled your dress off, and threw on one of Jake’s t-shirts from on top of the dryer. 

You followed the sounds of the TV, which led you into the living room to see Jake laid out on the couch, fast asleep, wrapped up in a blanket, and snoring just a bit. Your heart melted at the sight of him.

You peeked around the room as the credits of a movie he had been watching rolled on. His phone rested on the coffee table in front of him along with an open bag of chips and a can of Red Bull. You tapped on his phone screen to see the unread text from you and about five from Josh from about an hour earlier. You picked up the Red Bull can and shook it to find it was empty. All the clues told you he clearly tried to stay awake for you, but failed. Thinking about how he tried to keep himself up made your heart melt even more.

You picked up the remote off his lap and turned the TV off. The room instantly got darker and it was hard to see him for a moment. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you sat down on the edge of the couch, gently running your hand over his hair. 

“Hey,” you whispered. You gave his cheek a soft kiss and rubbed his leg with your other hand a little in hopes of gently waking him up. 

His eyes fluttered open and he gave you a tired smile. He breathed in deeply, stretched his body out underneath you and sighed as he exhaled.

“Hi, my love,” he whispered. “How was your night?” he asked, closing his eyes again and opening them slowly. 

You could see he was fighting the urge to fall back asleep. 

“Good,” you replied in a whisper, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“You’re all mine now, right?” he said in his deep, raspy voice, which was made deeper by his recent sleeping. 

You smiled at him, shook your head, and let out a small laugh through your nose. “Tomorrow.” you said.

“Noooo,” he groaned. “I’m awake, see?” 

He was trying to convince you but also trying to convince himself. The truth was, he couldn’t keep his eyes open for a second. You both knew it. 

“Shhh, come on, let's go to bed, Babe.” you spoke to him quietly. 

You stood up and he slowly got up off the couch after you. He let the blanket drop to the floor as he got up. He bent his arms, elbows facing up as he stretched again. His face scrunched up and his mouth opened as he yawned. His shirt lifted up just a bit as he stretched, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his tanned stomach and the little hairs right above the waistband of his sweatpants. 

His eyes were half open as he walked behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your stomach as you led the way upstairs and into your bedroom. He leaned a little of his weight onto you. You could tell he wanted nothing more than to be in bed right now. 

When you reached the bedroom, he unwrapped his arms from around your waist and gave you a lazy kiss on the cheek. You walked into the bathroom and he threw himself into bed, covering himself with blankets and extending his arm out to your side of the bed. 

In the bathroom, you took your makeup off and got ready for bed. When you walked out, Jake had already drifted off to sleep again. He was laying on his stomach with the side of his face smushed into his pillow

You got under the covers next to him and closed your eyes. Within seconds, he moved closer to you and cuddled himself into you. His breathing was slow and relaxed. His body was big and warm next to yours. Your bodies fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. He rested his hand over your stomach and nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“Tomorrow,” he mumbled, “You’re all mine,” he paused. “Tomorrow.”

Author’s Note: 

If you know what I write, you know I love soft, cuddly, Kiszka fics so that’s what you get with me most of the time. I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for me! I love entering these little fantasy worlds with fanfics. 

Songs:

Leon Bridges: Coming Home

McFly: I Need a Woman

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Toxic Love 1/2

Characters: Y/n x H/n (optional bias)

Genre: angst

Warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of sex, swear words

Summary: after getting into an argument with your boyfriend, you decide to make up with him which leads you to regret every second you've spent with him

A/n: part 2 dropping very soon

PART 2

You've been seeing H/n for couple months now. You both met on a game online and things got serious quickly. You texted everyday, stayed up late at nights texting each other, woke up with "goodmorning" messages and so on. Within couple weeks you fell for each other and after heated up late night conversations and lovey-dovey messages you finally decided to meet up. Meeting each other in 'real life' made you fall deeper for each other. You kiss, have sex, share sweet and bitter moments together, cuddle... Everything couples do. Calling eachother names like "my girl", "my baby", "my man".

You were automatically dating. It's not like you officially asked each other to start dating, but it was obvious. You both were in a relationship. Or was it just you who thought that way?

Honestly your relationship wasn't perfect. He was kind of..... Toxic? No, toxic is a big word. Let's say he's got problems, yeah. You know the whole "i can fix him" thing. You did it without realizing.

He has issues but you ignored them. His anger issues, his rudeness. He took his anger on you everytime. One day he'd fuck you till you're crying and the other day he'd tell you to leave him alone and the other day he'd start arguments with you about stupid things, just wanting to get his anger out. You never have vanilla sex.

He'd make you upset with his attitude and rudeness towards you, then the next day he'd fuck you mercilessly. You thought it was his way to show you he loved you. But it was his way to let his anger and stress out. In other words, he was using you. Your body was a toy to him. But you never realized it. You were too blinded by love, you didn't see yourself drowning into his poisonous lake.

Couple days ago, as usual you had a small argument. It was one of those days where he looked sad or mad so you decided to show him a funny video, he hit your hand off his face "get that unfunny shit off my face Y/n". (when i said stupid arguments, i really meant it) you got mad at him for doing that and started arguing. "you're such a disrespectful piece of shit H/n!"

"you either shut your mouth or leave my apartment". You got up immediately "I'm leaving either way" you took your stuff and left, heading back to your own apartment.

"fucking idiot i hate him" you throw your phone and purse on your bed and lay on your back. "I'm never talking to him again". You turn to your side and close your eyes.

Waking up the next morning, you check your phone, no calls nor messages from him. You insult him under your breath and get up, doing your morning routine.

Eating the breakfast you think about the argument.

"maybe i did wrong.... He was clearly not in the mood for jokes ... I shouldn't have done that.."

You go shopping, buy a new set of silky white lingerie, his favourite colour. You try them on, them hugging your beautiful curves, white reflecting on your body making you glow in beauty. You imagine H/n's reaction to seeing you in them and your heart starts beating faster. You go back home, take a hot shower, exfoliate and do an "all" body routine. You apply lotion and go sleep.

Waking up, still zero messages and calls from him, you assume he's still mad. You do your morning routine and eat breakfast.

By afternoon you start doing your hair, light makeup and wear your new lingerie set, wearing a hoodie and pants on top of them. You put his favourite perfume on and leave your apartment, heading to his apartment.

You type in the security password to enter his apartment. He's always told you that you can enter his place whenever you want and you don't have to knock or anything.

You open the door and enter his apartment. You hear some noises coming from the dark living room, entering it you see H/n with two male friends of his and two female friends watching a movie. You look further, and see H/n in the corner of the sofa, having one of his arms wrapped around a girl as she kisses his neck.

You step back, still staring. H/n somehow looks at the direction of the door and sees you, he gasps quietly, but not quiet enough, leading others' attention towards you. They get startled.

"H/n who's this?" one of the boys ask.

"she's just someone i k-know" he says getting up from the sofa and hurrying towards you. "you guys continue the movie I'll be right back"

He grabs your arm and drags you away from the living room. Ending up at the front door. He pins you on the wall. "what the fuck are you doing here?" he says through gritted teeth

"is visiting my boyfriend a sin now?!" you say, your eyes switch from looking into his eyes to his neck, you see two hickeys.

"boyfriend? Since when are we dating?"

Your eyes switch back to his "what?"

"Y/n" he chuckles rudely "looks like you've got the wrong idea"

"H/n is that a hickey? You've been fucking hoes behind my back?" you say in disgust.

"behind your back? Who are you even?" he leans closer making you smell his breath, full of alcohol "you're nothing more than a slut I've been using" he whispers. Leaning away and chuckling in bitterly.

"can you fuck off my apartment now Y/n?"

You hear one of the girls - most likely the bitch who was sucking on him earlier- calling his name to go continue the movie with them.

You chuckle "im not fucking off this easily H/n, not after what I've seen" you try to move and go to the living room but he holds your shoulders and pins you back on the wall hurting you.

"can you like..... Can you leave me alone for once??!" he hits the wall right next to your head with his fist, startling you.

"i will.... Not for once but forever" you say, eyes red in anger and disappointment, you push him away from you. Wear your shoes and head towards the door. You look back at him "you're my biggest mistake H/n" and leave.

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heyy there!! can you do another part of the “reaction when you suck on their tongue but with Mikey, Rindou and mitsuya?

You have no idea how happy I am that my work's so well-received! So there's been more than one request for a part 2, but for different characters. This little dove, however, is the first one so I'll be doing this, then the other characters in later parts, alright? Alright.

Now *cracks knuckles* let's begin!

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 2 (Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou & Mitsuya Takashi)

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro: (Bonten! Mikey)

You sure you don't need a chaser with that? Sanzu snickers from across you, pupils already blown wide from the pills he'd taken half an hour ago. The pure vodka sears your esophagus, a pool of liquid fire in your abdomen. Tears are springing up your eyes and you wince. Truly, it had been a horrible idea on your side to make bets with Sanzu, of all people. That man has had every drug imaginable enter his system and three overdoses later, is still standing. You should've known better than to order Spirytus, but Sanzu has a way of getting under anyone's skin, especially yours.

He knew you had more than several bones to pick with him after he coaxed Mikey into accepting a million-dollar drug deal with some shady Western cartel. Throughout Bonten's history, it was one of the more careless business trades you'd ever gone through, one that put Mikey in a precarious position. The cartel demanded Mikey's audience for the deal to be done, and while Sanzu reassured you that nothing would happen to their "King", that never stopped you from worrying your head off.

A part of you wanted the drugs and alcohol put him into a coma; you just had to hold your liquor until then. Yet this poisonous bastard is still standing, while you barely have the confidence to stand up straight. He's fucking crazy.

You eye the remaining shot glass. It's rim and ridges bounce the bright glow of the chandeliers above you, its crystal clear contents an elegant deception to those unaware. You suck air through your nose and grab it. Before you could down the last drink of your life, a slender hand slides to your shoulder.

You turn to face Mikey's lilac-rimmed gaze, the darkness swimming within sucking you in like a vacuum. Once he sees the flares of red across your cheeks and down your neck, his lips curl a little. Mikey hates alcohol with a passion; he told you early on that he abhorred its bitterness and how it hazed your mind.

Instantly, you cave under his disappointment, and none-too-gracefully drop your shot glass back on the counter. You barely had time to utter his name before he cups your cheek and kisses you. It's gentle, caring yet the pressure of his pecks stamp his dominance into your very soul.

He plunges his tongue into your booze-laced cavern, and you eagerly latch onto it like a hungry pup. He tasted of red bean paste, its sweetness a balm to your burning senses. He keeps a hand on your neck while you have your fill, biting your lower lip when you part.

You're panting, eyes glazed with wanton need. He strokes a thumb under your ear, and you smile.

You could drink all the alcohol you wanted, but nothing could make you drunker than Sano Manjiro's affection.

Haitani Rindou:

You frown to yourself as you waited outside the heavy steel gates of Roppongi's juvenile detention center. It's been six months since the Haitani brothers had been arrested because of Tenjiku. Along with the other Heavenly King named Mucho, they also scored a reduced sentence, and today will be their first taste of freedom in half a year.

You'd been forced to stay behind when the battle happened; Rindou told you that he didn't want to have to look after you while fighting. A cover-up for his worry, of course. The younger Haitani isn't known for being as emotionally apt as his older brother, yet somehow that rigidness of his is one of the things you love most about him. To this day, Ran still loves to give you both shit for it.

Rindou knew that you'd be pissed beyond belief once you got the news; he promised not to leave you alone again like last time. You didn't come to his trial nor see him when he got permitted for visitations. Ran is in a different cell, and he had nothing but time.

Of course, other than being absolutely furious with him, there were other reasons you couldn't come see your bone breaker of a boyfriend. With them detained, no one is left to defend their title as the Kings of Roppongi. No one except you, that is.

You're quite the force of nature yourself, even before meeting Ran and Rindou. Roppongi had been your stomping grounds since you were ten, and when they started making a name for themselves you refused to submit. Thinking back, it was quite a comical scene: a scruffy-looking little girl baring her teeth at two brothers who'd basically killed a man not too long ago. Despite how ruthless they truly are, they never stooped so low as to hit a girl, much less gang up on one to prove a point. Instead you became friends, and later on fell in love with the younger Haitani, and he with you. Together you ruled over Roppongi, and the rest is history.

So while your man stared at white walls in the slammer, you splattered blood across brick walls as warnings to those who thought they could conquer the city. All on your own, you reigned over Roppongi the entirety of their sentence, and now it's time for the kings to reclaim their throne.

You hear them before you see them; Ran's whimsical tones against Rindou's monotone rebuttals. They're wearing casual clothes instead of the jumpsuits, Ran's hair is in braids as always, but Rindou...

The extra inches of hair does something to you. It flowed around his face like a lion's mane, faded blue streaks shining in the noon sun. He's wearing contacts instead of his frames, and his jaw is sharper than you ever remembered it. Fresh out of prison, and he looks every bit the king of carnage you adore.

Licking your lips, you saunter over to them. The clacking of your heels turn their heads, and they smirk at you. You could see Rindou tense for a split second before reigning himself back in. Once you get close enough, you rear a hand back and slam it against his cheek hard.

Then you grab him by the collar and smooch him right in front of the jail gates. His recovery is quick, and he pulls you close in a vice-grip. You press a thumb down his chin and take his tongue right from his mouth. The light graze of your teeth against the flat of it earns a growl from Rindou. You left me again, you fucking asshole you hiss as you pull away. You doubted he really heard you though, because he dived right to your neck after your liplock. You sigh, meeting eyes with a disgusted Ran.

This man is going to be the death of you one day.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Throughout your relationship, Mitsuya is nothing but gentle. It almost gave you whiplash how different he is when he's with you and when he's with Toman. He's more than happy to bash some scumbag's face in, yet he couldn't look you in the eye if he shows up to school bruised the next day. You're one of the reasons he got so good at dodging blows in the first place-all of this just to keep you from remembering just how dangerously he lives.

His carefulness translated through his affections, most of all. He didn't hold you, he cradled you. When he kissed you, you could practically feel the repressed passion just burning beneath the surface. He treats you as if you were a dandelion on a windy day.

And while you thought his unspoken sentiments are nothing short of chivalrous and sweet, you also found it quite stupid. You knew what you were getting into when he sheepishly confessed, knew about him being a captain of Toman's second division. So naturally, you'd braced yourself for all sorts of chaos. Plus, only having to witness one side of him irked something inside of you that you couldn't quite explain. You'd made it perfectly clear that you loved him, bruises and all. Yet when he looked at you with such adoring lavender eyes, you couldn't bear to chide him for wanting to treasure you.

So, you decided to show him through other means.

You're waiting for him to finish inside the sewing club room. He's finishing the hemline of a kimono-a birthday present he's preparing for Draken early on. His eyelids hang low, but his gaze is as intense as ever. Nothing is said between the two of you, but you can't help staring at his pursed lips, now bitten red from his habit when focusing. You internally proclaimed your love for him yet again, unable to stop yourself from wandering over to his hunched form.

Just as he looks up from the sewing machine, you dive in with a kiss that, even you had to admit, is a little too intense to be this sudden. Yet you couldn't help it; even the simplest things he did could turn you into quite the sap.

He doesn't fail to reciprocate it, though. His lips, a little rough and a bit wet, switch from caressing your top and bottom lip each time you return to each other. Somehow, it ended up with you sandwiched between him and his desk, thighs on either side of his hips. His hands never stay in one place, smoothing down your uniform and rubbing your back. He never strays too far down your waist, and that tang of frustration sours your sweet little moment yet again.

Bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw, you grind down hard against him. His mouth drops open in a barely contained moan, and you close your lips around his tongue. The noise he made when you licked at it could've put BL voice actors to shame. His fingers rake against the sides of your hips, jolting you out of your sultry scenario and into a bout of giggles. And while you sit there steaming in your embarrassment at ruining such a delicious moment, he simply gapes at what just happened, his face stained a pretty crimson.

Well, that was awkward...but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

words: 4.4 k

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

~

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

~

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[darling-i-read-it]

Lipstick

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: borderline nsfw like I thought real hard about it, weapons, talks of murder, slight spoilers for resident evil 8

Author’s Note: just impulsively wrote this and am posting it promptly after writing so it has not been edited. Besties im down bad about this sarcastic basterd (also if anyone wants a nsfw part 2...i am willing to provide) (or any other requests for him and Alcina, my favorite bi panic people rn)

Summary: You run into Ethan in Castle Dimitrescu on your way back to the factory.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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Ethan Winters genuinely just wanted his daughter back. He was so sick and tired of going through this village in an attempt to save her, running into every possible inconvenience he could find and knowing that he would probably lose fingers fighting them.

Castle Dimitrescu was vast and regal. He might have liked it if he wasn’t running for his and his daughters' lives from the four vampires that lived there.

He was crouched down, holding a gun up as he walked very quietly and carefully throughout the house so as to not alert any of the Dimitrescu daughters. He opened one of the unlocked doors carefully and immediately stopped moving at the sight of someone.

You wore no cloak, to signify that you were a daughter and you were much shorter than the lady of the house. You grabbed one of the lipsticks that Alicna had plenty of and leaned over the vanity to see how it looked on you.

Ethan stood up and held the gun up to your head. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the mirror reflection.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice rough. Rougher than his face looked. You put on the lipstick and then rubbed your lips together.

“Do you think this is my color?” He shoved the gun further into your head and you scoffed. “Fine fine. Not one for makeup eh?” You put your hands up and turned around. He let you sit down on the vanity but not without his gun still pointing at your skull. You seemed unphased which would have been weird if Ethan wasn’t incredibly desensitized to everything ever.

“Who are you? Are you one of the vampires? One of the other family members? Who are you?!” You put your hands slowly down on your lap. He let you, but you were testing his patience.

“Not quite.” You gestured to him. “I’m human. Like you. Well not like you, I’m completely human, no mutations or anything done.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed. You waved him off.

“If you hurt me, you will have Karl on your head and I imagine it won’t be pretty. It’s the only way I can get from Castle to Castle unharmed,” you told him.

“Karl?”

“You know, fun hat, frizzy hair, has that big hammer thing. Karl.”

“Heisenberg?” You nodded.

“Yes Ethan, I thought you were smarter than this.” Ethan shook his head quickly and then regained focus, his hand holding the gun shaking a bit.

“Where’s Rose?” You shrugged.

“Fuck if I know Ethan Winters. I’m just the person who lives in a factory and becomes a nuisance for each and every Lord.” He jabbed the gun at your head and you didn’t even flinch.

“You’re lying.”

“Truthfully, I am not. If I knew where Rose was I would at least give you a hint, just to make it interesting.”

“What is Heisenberg to you?” he asked. You smiled a bit, crossing your legs.

“I’m Heisenberg's...girlfriend for lack of a better word. Whatever Mia was to you.” His mind flashed back to Mia. He had barely been able to mourn her. He shook the thought out of his head.

“You know how to get out of here and get Rose yes?”

“I know how to get out of here. How to get Rose, I have no idea. We’ve been over this.”

“But Heisenberg knows and if I can bring you to him, he can tell me.” You shook your head gently.

“Ethan sweetie...I could call for Alcina or the girls at any time and they would be in here in seconds to tear you to pieces.”

“Not before I could pull this trigger.”

“Again, if you so much as scratch me, you’ll never breath non metal infused air again.” Ethan shook his head gently and took a deep breath. He grabbed the gun at you again. He was silent and then he lowered it.

“I’ll just be going then,” he muttered, defeated. You nodded pleasantly and stood up from sitting on the vanity. You put the lipstick back on it. You walked forward and put your hand on Ethan’s shoulder. He looked you in the eyes.

“Good luck Ethan Winters.” You started to leave but turned to him. “I do suggest that in order to save your daughter you don’t kill Alicna’s in the process.”

“Any bits of advice then?” You put your hand on the doorknob and turned it, opening it just a tad.

“Grab the masks for the main room. Do you have a map?” He handed it to you, a tattered old piece of paper. You grabbed the lipstick again and marked some places. “Avoid hurting them as much as you can.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t like Mother Miranda. I don’t trust Mother Miranda. She is the one who has your daughter I’m sure or she must know where she is. But the Dimitrescus and Karl...even Donna for that matter, are people I like and trust.”

You stepped back outside the room.

“If I hear you’ve killed any of the daughters, I’ll tell them what I know of you. If you think the Dimitrescus are scary, just wait until you meet Donna.”

You shut the door in his face. Ethan shivered.

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You walked up the stairs to the second floor. You knocked on the door of Alcinas room and she swang it open. She took a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. I thought you were Ethan Winters.”

“You think Ethan would knock before coming in?” She scoffed. You held her the lipstick you were wearing.

“Where did you find that?”

“Downstairs where I ran into Ethan,” you said honestly. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed in annoyance.

“Did you see the girls?”

“No but I’m sure one of them ran into him as he left the room. He was only there a couple of minutes ago, it shouldn't be that hard to find him.” She walked past you without saying goodbye. You huffed. “You’re welcome!”

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You made it back to the factory in just a couple of minutes. You had gotten so used to the walk that you were on autopilot the whole time before you were back to your room. Karl was already there, clearly taking a quick break before returning to his never ending work day.

“Where did you go?!” he asked, walking up to you from the bathroom. He put his hand on your arm and you grabbed his glasses which were hanging from his shirt. He had shed the jacket and hat, clearly about to shower.

“Relax, I was just at Alcinas castle,” you told him gently. He let out an annoyed exaggerated sigh that you knew all too well.

“How is my sister?” he asked. You took the lipstick out of your pocket. Alcina hadn’t actually taken it in her fit of rage to go and get Ethan. Now you had something extra for your own personal vanity back at the factory.

“Shy of one more lipstick.” You walked past him into the bathroom. He followed you as you placed it carefully on your vanity. You admired it for a second with a smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around yourself and turned back to him. You hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. “I ran into Ethan Winters.”

His face, which had been admiring your new addition to the vanity which was full of stolen things and things he had acquired for you, turned sour. Karl put his hand on your arm and raised it, checking your side and arm for injuries.

“I told you not to leave the room until he was caught,” he grumbled. He was trying to act like he hadn’t been worried about you from the second he realized you were gone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he himself almost stomped to each of the Lord’s castles to make sure you were alright. He didn’t want you to run into Ethan Winters, that was his worst nightmare. Ethan didn’t have any regard for you. Ethan just wanted Rose. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head.

“No. He asked me if I knew where Rose was and held a gun to my head but in the end we parted ways peacefully.”

“You could have brought him back here,” he muttered.

“I told Alcina where he was. I figured she could take care of him. You already had your shot.” He rolled his eyes and his grip on your arm tightened.

“You could have been seriously hurt. The Lord’s won’t hurt you but Mother Miranda might, Ethan might have.” You brought your free hand up to his cheek and leaned forward so your lips were just barely brushing over his.

“I can take care of myself.” He pressed a harsh kiss against your lips and made a low groaning noise. He let go of your arm to grab your leg and part them so that he could stand between your thighs. He dipped his head to kiss you and you pressed your body against him, feeling every inch of his breathing.

There was a harsh rasp at the door and he pulled away. You grabbed his neck and shook his head, kissing his jaw and peppering kisses down his neck.

“Come on, Mother Miranda doesn’t need you that bad,” you whispered. You pressed a long kiss to his jaw again and he had to physically tear himself away, however much it pained him.

“She might,” he grumbled. You held him until he moved too far away for you to. You groaned and put your head against the wall beside the mirror.

“Maybe I should go and find Ethan Winters again to finish the job. I mean he may only have eight fingers but he’s stayed alive this long and-” He grabbed your arm that was waving around as you spoke and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I will finish the job. You just sit tight kitten.” You kissed his knuckles and then let him go.

“Better be quick Karl. I get very restless very easily.”

He put on his hat and coat (the opposite of either of you wanted in the moment) and slammed the door in frustration against Mother Miranda behind him.

You took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long.

NSFW Part 2