#soph. if you see this..... THEM. RIGHT???? /THEM/

[httpssturns]

Flora..

flower crowns, frolicking, and a little hair lesson with reader and Matt!

notes: fluffy, established relationship, flower filled, teaching Matt how to braid hair, clumsy, idiots in love, pet names, I need this 💔

“Just loop this one around the other, anddd.... Done!” You exclaim triumphantly, before placing the flower crown on Matt’s soft, brown locks.

You and Matt love nature. You both love the breeze and the green of the trees, the butterflies and the bees that flutter around all of the beautiful flowers. Even the birds that hum around the sky, the wind ruffling through their feathers.

Nature had always been something that you two bonded over, a common interest that just made you both like each other even more.

“Its kind of like braiding, just with flowers and stems instead of hair.” You grin softly, booping his nose with the pad of your thumb.

“Like braiding?” Matt asks curiously, adjusting the crown on his head with an almost adorable demeanor. “I’ve never tried braiding before, I don’t really know how it works.” He chuckles, his hand threading through his own hair to fix the tousled strands.

“Oh, really? I could teach you if you'd like!” You say with an excited lilt, already scooting closer to him against the plush grass.

“Ah- okay, alright.” Matt chuckles, almost protesting but stopping himself, he knows you're just going to do it anyway.

You plop into his lap, your legs straddling his waist as you shift to get comfortable, before a soft smile graces your lips.

“Okay, so first, you have to get three sections—try to make them equal, but it's okay if you don't. I struggle with that a lot.” You laugh softly at the end, taking a small piece of your hair to section it into three pieces.

“Then, you cross this piece under this one,” You explain, holding up the two pieces to show him how to do it.

“Then, you do the same but with the third piece, and you repeat that until you get to the end!” You conclude, finishing the braid and letting it unravel.

“Can..can I try now?” Matt murmurs, a soft pink hue on his cheeks. He's been like this since you sat in his lap. He's always been the shy type.

“f’course you can, baby!” You chirp, enthusiastically sitting up and putting your hands in your lap.

Matt’s blush deepens, the sight of you so excited and ready for him to braid your hair making his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter.

He takes half of your hair, deciding to give you two big braids. He needs constant reassurance, his hands slightly shaky—not because he's nervous or anything, but because he's always been a bit of a shaker.

He asks you about every 5 seconds; “Is this right?” “Am I doing this okay?” “Is it too tight, petal?” when he's been braiding probably the loosest braid in existence.

When he finishes, he gives you a tentative smile, before picking up his camera and taking a picture of you so you can see.

“They’re so cute, Matt!” You coo softly, touching the braided sections of hair. The braids aren't perfect by any means—messy, loose, some hairs are sticking out a little, but theyre his. He made them, and that makes them more beautiful than any professional hair appointment could do.

“Really? I know they arent the best—the ones you do are way better...” He mumbles softly, the pink of the tips of his ears seemingly permanent.

You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips; just a touch, but still conveying all of the words he needs to hear.

“they’re perfect to me, Matty. I promise I love them.” You murmur, booping his nose with your thumb once again before snuggling into his embrace, feeling his arms drape around you.

By the end of the day, with flora scattered around you both and grass on your clothes, unraveled braids in his hair and yours, all that matters in this flowery meadow is you and him;

Matt and his petal.

@strangergraphics for the dividers

☆ soph's notes: bae @viviansturns actually gave me this idea, so I hope she really enjoys it! writing is surprisingly a lot more fun during a road trip ✨️

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[daddy-ul]

I had asked James to write a bit about what 72 Seasons meant to him. But even before we received that, Lars shared that James did say one thing he thought was particularly interesting, which was “prisoner of childhood.” So Lars was the guy who distilled a lot of what James had to say into a phrase that became extremely powerful for us creatively. It was a brilliant synthesis of all the ideas behind 72 Seasons in three words.

-David Turner about the concept art and design of 72 Seasons

[nakylvr]

— THE ONLY EXCEPTION

sophia laforteza x loser g!p reader

summary: with the members scattered around the house, you find yourself trying to keep quiet with sophia

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, established relationship, 7th member!reader, risky sex, gagging, unprotected sex, riding, cumming inside, not proofread

minors dni

pt 1

laying down on your bed, you were half paying attention to the movie that was playing. it was an off day for you all thankfully, so you were taking the day to relax and lounge around without having to worry about anything. you had been in your room since you woke up, so it wasn't a surprise when you heard a soft knock on the door, and a familiar voice calling your name.

"come in!" you call out loud enough for her to hear.

sophia walks inside, closing the door and locking it behind her, but you didn't notice due to looking back at the tv.

"you've been in here all morning, i was starting to think you were dead," she says, walking up to your bed.

"dead? please," you scoff, shaking your head. your arm reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her down onto the bed next to you. "what's up?"

"nothin'" sophia responds, her hand moving to push your hair out of your face. "just wanted to see you." she leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw, smiling a bit when she feels you tense up at her touch. she slowly starts trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck, her leg hooking over you to straddle you.

"s-soph," your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your face turning red at her actions.

"mm?" she hums against your neck, biting down and giggling at the little gasp you let out. "what's wrong, baby?" she whispers in your ear.

a whimper quietly escapes your mouth, a shiver running down your spine. how were you still not used to her words and actions even after months of doing these things with her? it was like the first time every time it happened. it was embarrassing in your personal opinion, but sophia loved it.

"the girls are here," you manage to get out in a quiet voice. with all the members spread around the house, you couldn't help but worry about them hearing you two if you were to do anything. it was always at night when everyone was asleep, or when they were all gone like the last time.

"then you'll just have to be quiet for me." sophia's kisses go back up your neck and jaw until her lips finally meet yours.

you can't contain the noise that leaves your throat when she kisses you. her hips start to roll against you, causing a quiet moan to come from you, your boxers already starting to feel tight past the shorts you were wearing. your lips slide against hers, the kiss turning sloppy and more desperate the more she grinds against you, soft pants leaving both your mouths when she pulls away.

"you can do that for me, right baby?" she says in a low, seductive voice, her hands trailing down your chest lower and lower.

"y-yes." you nod a little too eagerly despite your shaky voice.

a smile quirks on sophia's lips at your answer, and her hands finally reach the band of your shorts, tugging them down your legs along with your boxers. a short whimper leaves your mouth at the cool air hitting your now hard cock, but a moan comes next when she wraps her hand around you. her other hand instantly slaps over your mouth when you let out the sound, but her hand slowly moves up and down your shaft, her thumb smearing the beads of precum that were leaking from your tip making a muffled moan fall from your lips.

"what did i say?" she stops her hand, her eyes staring into yours intensely.

"'m sorry," you make out past her hand still covering your mouth.

sophia doesn't say anything for a moment. removing her hand from your mouth, she strips off her shorts and kicks them off somewhere in the room. she then peels off her soaked panties, bunching it up and holding it in front of your mouth. "if you can't be quiet on your own, then we'll just have to improvise," she says, looking at you expectantly.

your face turns redder when you realize what she's inferring and that she's serious. but an odd sense of arousal shoots through you at the same time. after a moment, you open your mouth, letting her push the bunched up material into your mouth as a makeshift gag, another moan coming from you at the action.

"there we go." sophia pats your cheek, smiling sweetly at you. without another word, one of her hands rests on your shoulder while the other guides your cock to her pussy before slowly sinking down on you. "god...you're so...fucking...big," she breathes out, stopping once you were all the way inside her.

your hands fly to her hips, grabbing onto her tightly as she slowly starts moving against you, a muffled moan coming from you with your eyes squeezing shut.

you couldn't lie, acting out this sinful act trying to be quiet with your members scattered around the house turned you on. along with the makeshift gag in your mouth and being able to smell her arousal seeping through the damp material. you weren't confident in how long you would last.

and you could tell sophia was thinking the same thing. soft, quiet moans leaving her parted lips, her head tilted back with her eyes shut and starting to ride you faster. "fuck..." she sighs softly, her hands gripping your shoulders, nails digging into your skin lightly. "feels so good..." she opens her eyes, staring down at you. "you like this, baby? hm?"

"mhm." your hum is muffled by the material in your mouth, nodding your head with your eyes glued shut, fingers likely leaving faint bruises on her hips from how hard you were holding her. the moans leaving your throat thankfully are also muffled, even if you were trying your best to contain them, you couldn't help but let them out into the gag.

"doing so good for me, mahal, so good," she whispers, her hips moving against you with perfect grace. she lets out a sharp gasp when she feels you hit the special spot inside of her, burying her face in your neck and biting down to stifle her noises that were getting louder.

a louder, strangled moan comes from you when she bites into your neck, thrusting up into her accidentally causing her to moan into your skin. you try to say her name, but it only comes out jumbled and barely able to comprehend.

thankfully, sophia could understand you. feeling you throbbing inside of her and twitching, she knew you were close. her bouncing sped up, her movements becoming sloppy as she feels her own orgasm approaching. the sounds of your hips snapping together filled the room, and you were hoping it wasn't loud enough to be heard outside of the room, but you also didn't care too much in the current moment.

"mmnh, i'm so close," sophia whimpers in your ear. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

you nod feverishly, your hips pushing up to meet her movements, more muffled moans leaving your mouth.

"cum for me, mahal. fill me up, please," her voice becomes whiney as she lets out more moans into your neck.

as if on command, your hips thrust up one more time before stilling, a long groan escaping from your mouth as spurts of your cum shoot inside her, coating her walls. within the next few seconds, she lets out a whine, biting into your neck again as her body slows its movements, heavy breaths coming from her.

you both sit there in silence for a few minutes before sophia lifts her head from your neck, taking her panties out of your mouth and smiling at you. "thank you, baby." she presses a chaste kiss on your lips. "i love you," she whispers.

"i love you too," you murmur, leaning your head back against the headboard. "i love you so much."

"i know." she smiles wider.

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

epilogue:

how soph got her inspiration to write ‘juno’

<last chapter>

➴ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock warming, aftercare, creampie, p in v, slightly degradation.), mentions of dad!jack and mom!reader, mentions of ovulation, domestic soph and jack.

➴ word count: 2.9k

➴ author’s note: inspired by ‘juno’ by queen sabrina and also by the videos of jack with kids on my fyp. i am sorry for being a whore but also, not really. enjoy! ♡

BEING a mom wasn’t something that you thought you wanted.

You’d always say that, ever since you were a little girl, when your sisters talked about how they wanted to marry a nice guy and have two point five kids— all girls— and name them after Disney princesses. You’d just stare at them weirdly and go back to pretend you were doing some interview for The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

And Jack shared the same opinion— you knew that he wanted kids but it wasn’t a priority on his list. He never really mentioned them, not like Quinn, who was always talking about how he wanted to be a great father, just like Jim is.

But the thing is, you never really cared about being a mom, or making Jack a father for that matter, until you saw how Jack acted around kids.

First, it’d been with your nieces, Aurora and Jasmine. Back in 2023, you’d invited your mom, your stepdad, your sisters and their families to spend the New Years with you and Jack’s family. It was a huge mess, the house was packed with people but you were so happy to watch your favorite people— the Hughes and the Montenegro— get along with each other that the lack of space wasn’t an issue at all.

Then, you introduced your nieces to Jack.

“My babies,” you smiled, picking the four-year-old up, noticing how big she’d gotten since the last time you saw her. “This is Auntie’s boyfriend, his name’s Jack. Can you say hi?”

Aurora looked at Jack with big, bright eyes, and you could tell she was enchanted with his warm smile and blue eyes.

Jasmine stood behind your legs, the seven-year-old also staring at him with curious eyes.

“Hi, uncle Jack,” Jasmine whispered, holding your leg tighter. You gasped, not expecting her to call Jack ‘uncle’ so soon. He also looked surprised, but just for a second, before he went down on one knee and offered the little girl his hand.

“Hey, honey,” he replied back, shaking hands with the seven-year-old. “Nice to meet you and your sister.”

Aurora was looking down, the pacifier in her mouth moving around, until she finally decided Jack was worthy of her attention, moving her body towards the floor, signaling that she wanted to be down there with him.

You chuckled, sitting on the floor with them, watching as Aurora crawled her way to Jack’s lap, offering him her Maleficent plush she carried around everywhere.

“Oh, you want me to hold this?” He asked, voice gentle and funny. He picked her up and held the toy with his other hand, still smiling. “Thank you, Imma keep it safe. Jasmine, you wanna share your toys with me too?”

Jasmine ended up rambling about how she was too big for toys and that now she was only interested in singing like her auntie, which made you laugh and confess that you played with Barbies until you were twelve.

Jasmine and Aurora absolutely loved Jack. And you could see that he loved them right back, with how much attention he gave them, playing with them the entire night and answering all of their— mostly Jasmine’s— noisy questions. And when you were sitting on the couch, talking with Ellen and your mom, you watched with heart eyes as he leaned against the wall, talking to Quinn and Luke while holding a sleeping Aurora in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth, while covering her with her blanket.

After that night, you started noticing how he acted around kids. Either when he went to hospitals to visit the sick children who rooted for the Devils, or when he went with you to your concerts and interacted with the few kids there.

The way he picked them up, answered their questions, held their hands— it definitely did something to you. Not only to your brain, but to your entire body. You could always be sneaky and blame your ovulation for being a whore, but truth be said: the idea of Jack getting you pregnant was hot, even if it wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You were sitting on Quinn’s couch, watching as Jack held one of his cousins in his arms and talked to a man who was probably one of his uncles.

He looked so fucking good. His hair was a bit shorter, and he was getting bigger now, probably due to the fact that he spent too much time at the gym with Luke.

You were trying to continue the conversation with Ellen, answering her questions about your music and fans, but it was extremely hard. Jack being only a few feet away from you didn’t help, at all.

“Are you feeling okay, Soph dear?” Ellen put her hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly.

You turned your head back and smiled, deciding to tell her a half-truth. “Just a little tired and jet lagged, that’s all. Don’t worry, ma’am.”

She laughed, as she always did whenever you called her that.

“Do you want to take a nap in Quinny's room? He won’t mind.”

You felt bad because now your mother-in-law thought you weren’t feeling well but the full truth was you were just very much horny and wanting her son to fuck you.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll just wait until Jackie is ready to head back,” you nodded, looking at Jack again, who was now trying to put the baby to sleep— and failing miserably, since all the kid wanted was to remove his cap from his head.

“I’m going to talk to Jack so you both go home, okay?” She replied and before you could even stop her, she got up and walked towards Jack.

You watched as she picked the baby out of Jack’s hand and said something to him, while pointing back at you. Jack turned his head to the side and looked right back at you, and you could see that he was starting to get worried.

He nodded at something that she said, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, walking back at you.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, holding your hand and gently pulling you closer. “Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Why didn’t you tell me, Soph?”

“I’m fine, I just—” what would you even say? Hey, I’m horny and I need you to fuck me? “Hum. I can wait until you’re ready to go.”

“Nah, let’s go now.”

You barely recall the time between saying goodbye to everyone, getting in the car and heading back to Jack’s place. You spent the entire time trying to stop the wetness between your thighs and praying that it wouldn’t stain Jack’s car seat, squirming around.

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You didn’t answer, just tried to keep your mind in pink unicorns and old grandmas. No horny thoughts allowed until you were both at home.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long. Jake parked inside of his garage, and you got out of the car like your ass was on fire.

“Sophia!” You heard him yell at you, before you opened the front door with your keys.

You didn’t make it too far, he grabbed you by your waist when you were making your way to his bedroom. “Soph, what is wrong with you today, baby?”

You whined, not sure of what to say. “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss him, your tongue fighting for space inside his mouth. He kissed you back just as ferociously, his grip on your waist becoming harder.

“‘Want you to knock me up,” you mumbled against his lips, watching as his blue eyes stared down at you, full of lust. “N-not really, but… please?”

He smirked. “You wanted to leave my brother’s house because you wanted me to knock you up?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“What a fucking slut, baby,” Jack whispered, gripping your ass with his right hand. “Just because you wanted me to make you carry my children?”

“Jack.” You moaned, holding onto his hoodie for dear life.

“You want me to make you a mommy, Soph?” Instead of letting you answer, he kissed you again, picking you up and walking with you, without breaking the kiss.

He managed to get you both in his room, and placed you on his bed, quickly taking his clothes off— the hoodie, the jeans, the shirt and then the boxers. His dick stood there hard and thick, the tip so red it was almost purple, leaking pre-cum.

You actually moaned just with the sight of it. The need of Jack’s cock inside of you, in and out, putting you in the right place, made you sweat.

You took off your own hoodie and your own shirt, thanking God for the past-you who chose not to wear a bra that day. Your nipples were hard and sensitive, just like they always are during ovulation week, that just the cold breeze inside the bedroom made you shiver.

You removed your jeans and stared at your situation, feeling disgusting and extremely horny at the same time— your panties were so wet that they were completely see through now, the thin layer of fabric doing nothing to cover your pussy.

“Jack,” you moaned again, feeling frustrated. “‘Need you.”

“I can see that, baby,” he smirked, towering your body with his. “I’ll take care of you, mhm?”

You nodded, kissing him one more time because you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

He removed your panties and threw them somewhere, the sound of something wet crushing against the floor filling up the room, making you cringe. Ovulation sucks.

He broke the kiss, moving on to your tits, sucking and biting and groping them, which didn’t help with the problem between your legs.

Jack finally let go, positioning himself so that he could be inside you in a quick, swift move. You moaned, feeling finally full and satisfied.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he breathed in your ear as he pounded inside you, as if you couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds whenever he sank deeper inside you. “All of this just because you wanted my kids? You could’ve just asked, uh, y’know?”

You wanted to reply so bad, tell him that it was just your post-period brain being absurd and crazy, but you had already reached that place inside your head you craved so much, the silence, the calmness— every thought being shoved inside a drawer and the only thing on your head was how Jack reached deep inside you, and how you could feel him in your belly, and how much you loved him and how you wanted to be the mother of his children so badly.

The saltiness of your tears inside your mouth made you realize that you were fully crying, as you often did whenever Jack took you to the right place. All you wanted to do was let him take care of you, and hand your life to him on a silver platter.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He sucked on your right nipple, fucking you so hard the mattress was moving. “Knowing that you’re gonna be a mommy? Carry my children and have my last name?”

You nodded even though you wanted to speak, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth and your mind was busy conjuring images of Jack holding babies who looked like the perfect mix between the two of you, and being the greatest dad ever and you wanted that so, so much.

“Can’t even speak, fuck, baby,” He mocked you, rubbing your clit furiously, making you scream and try to close your thighs— no success, since Jack’s body made it impossible. “None of that, Soph.”

You knew you probably looked like a mess; hair tangled, face wet with tears and probably spit too, tits marked and with his handprints on them, but it didn’t matter. All you wanted was JackJackJack.

You came with an obnoxiously loud scream, legs trembling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, while Jack still rubbed your sensitive, swollen clit and slammed his cock inside you.

You clutched the sheets like your life depended on it, head going side to side, eyes closed the entire time, until you felt the familiar sensation of Jack’s come deep inside you.

“Good God, Soph,” Jack sounded out of breath. “Fuck.”

You still didn’t feel ready to speak, the tears still rolling down your face, so you just waited until he moved around, laying down and bringing you with him, his dick softening inside of you, something he knew you liked to have after sex.

He kissed your forehead and put the duvet on top of both of you, as you slowly came back to life, listening to his heartbeat and counting your own breaths.

“I love you,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than a nap.

He chuckled, before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too. D’you think we’re going to be parents now?” He joked, and you smacked his chest, lightly.

“Don’t be silly.”

He just hummed, deciding to leave you alone (for now) and removing himself from you instead. You winced, feeling his cum coming out of you, as you clenched around nothing.

Jack then picked you up, and walked with you to the bathroom, making sure that you peed before showering. He left the bathroom for no more than a minute, just to give you some privacy— he knew that even after all this time, you were still embarrassed to pee in front of him— and came back with your favorite pajamas: cotton panties and an old NJ Devils shirt.

You smiled, seeing his name and number plastered on the back of the shirt, remembering the night you first met, and how pissy he was because you were wearing Nico’s jersey.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, blue eyes staring so deep into your soul that you had no option but to agree with everything he said.

He gently held your hand, guiding you until you were standing inside the big shower stall, the warm water untying all the knots in your body.

You leaned against his body, both of you under the water now, humming as he cleaned you, with your favorite vanilla scented body wash— which he secretly loved more than you.

His hands work slowly and gently, spreading the soap on all of your body, and you just stand there, accepting it and hiding your face as you feel his fingers entering you again, removing his release.

You should be used to it by now but it was still a foreign feeling, being so well taken care of sometimes still scared you, but Jack was nothing but patient.

You watched as he cleaned his own body, not using even half of the gentleness he used with you, which made you smile. If you weren’t so tired, you’d offer your help, but right now all you wanted was to sleep beside him.

He turned the water off and got out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his hips. He smiled at you and picked up another towel, drying your body with it.

He didn’t wash your hair so no need for hair dryers, thankfully, so you just slipped into your custom made pajamas and waited until he got himself dressed as well— a Calvin Klein underwear— before you both washed your teeth and got out of the bathroom.

You sat on the bed, trying your hardest not to smile, not wanting to look crazy. But you were happy. So, so happy, you were probably writing about this later.

“Here, pretty,” he handed you a bottle of water, already opened. “Drink this for me and we're ready to go to sleep.”

You thanked him softly before practically chugging the water bottle and placing it on your nightstand.

Jack smiled and gave you a peck, before sliding into the bed with you, pulling you close, as he always did. He wasn’t much of a snuggle guy, but he knew how much you liked them, so he just followed the lead.

After a few minutes in silence, you turned around so you could face those sapphire eyes you loved so dearly. “I am on birth control,” you whispered, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Just so you know.”

He smiled, chuckling. “I know that, baby. I was just giving you something you needed.”

You nodded, not sure if you should feel content or not. Did that mean Jack doesn’t want you to be the mom of his kids? Your post-sex brain shouted yes.

He must have sensed that something was going on inside of your brain, because he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“For the record, I do want to have babies with you,” he said, as if he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “Just maybe not now? I’m still twenty-three and you’re almost twenty-five.”

“‘S fine,” you mumbled, hiding your face on his chest. “I know that. I was just being horny.”

You heard his breathy laugh and his chest moving according to the sound. “Yeah. I know that too, baby,”

The jet-lag and the tiredness of the day hit you like a trunk, and you were out not even five minutes later, nestled inside the heavy duvet and Jack’s arms.

“I love you, Soph,” Jack’s whisper was the last thing you heard, making a tired smile appear on your lips.

“‘Love you more.”

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sophiamontenegro 'juno' music video is out now!

starring our nhl stars, _quinnhughes, jackhughes and lhughes_06, my beautiful best friend morgan.grace and my loving niece aurora!

i love all of u and i'm so thankful for all the love you guys have given 'make me yours' so far!!! xx tell me ur favorite positions ;)

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morgan.grace I LOVE YOU

user1 she wrote this during ovulation week bc ain’t no way

lhughes_06 😌

user4 when she sang “god bless your dad’s genetics” and the camera showed quinn jack and luke sitting on the couch I DIED. LIKE HELL YES

user2 idk about you guys but i found it sooo cute when she said “one of me is cute but two though?” and showed a baby who looked just like her 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need sophia to be a mom right now

nicohischier 😮😮😮

trevorzegras why didn’t u call me, I’m a great actor

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras dwayne get out my fucking comment section. go do something man

user12 my favourite part was when she said “i showed my friends, then we high fived” and it was her and grace stalking jack’s instagram 💀💀

user7 i giggled so hard when she sat on jack’s lap and sang “i’m so fucking horny” and he SMIRKED. HELP 💜

jackhughes you know my favorite one

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[aijunbi]

─── // . 📸 𝜗𝜚 WHEN YOU 𝓒ALL MY 𝓝AME . . .

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 < calling their names (for what reason?) // ♪ — ıllı polaroid love . enhypen

⨳ ﹒ ⊂ OT6 ⊃ ꜛ 𝒻 luff wc. 250 + ⤸ // idol!establishedrelationship!kats x f!reader — hcs — 𝓴issing ⋆ tw ; down bad kats

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( SOPHIA LAFORTEZA )

"SOPH,"

sophia looks up from her phone and was immediately greeted by the sight of you holding up sanrio hair clips. she laughs and puts her phone aside, giving you her full undivided attention. "what're you gonna do with them, sweetheart?" she asks as she reached out to gently tug on your wrist to get you to sit on her lap.

"i wanted to put them on you," you elaborated while settling your knees on either side of her lap. "i think they'll look cute all over your hair."

"mm, yeah?" sophia tilts her head and you felt her hand cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. "go ahead. i trust your opinion," she says after pulling away. you smile widely as you spend the next five minutes decorating her hair with sparkly and childish clips, occasionally pulling back to look at your work.

once done, you pull out your phone and told her to pose for a quick picture, making it your wallpaper as soon as it saved. "you look so cute," you complimented as you kissed her lips again, your thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, her hands rubbing your sides in an up and down motion.

"you're cuter, pretty girl," she mumbles against your lips, making you giggle slightly. "you're the most stunning girl i've ever seen, your gorgeous–"

"okay! enough!"

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MERET MANON )

"MANON!"

manon, in the living room with the kats, heard you call her name from her bedroom. she excuses herself and walk down the hallway to her room where she sees you holding up two hoodies, both belonging to her.

"which one can i wear?" you ask.

"whichever one you like. you're my girlfriend," manon replies.

"well, i know, but which one do you like better?—and don't say in a birthday suit like last time..." manon chuckles and trudged further into the room, her hand reaching out to a coffee colored hoodie. "this one," she says. you nod and put back the other hoodie wherever you found it, pulling the one she chose over your head and letting the warmth of the soft material envelope you.

manon didn't say anything after you did, her eyes only staring at you with an unreadable gaze. "why are you looking at me like that?" you question her, now feeling a bit shy after realizing that you are now her center of attention.

she shakes her head and her hands wrap themselves around your waist to pull your body flush against hers, her lips instinctively landing on yours. "no reason. you just look so beautiful."

"you always say that," you laughed, letting your own arms wrap around her neck. "it's true, no?" she smiles before kissing you again.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( DANIELA AVANZINI )

"DANI?"

"yes, amor?" she responds just as quick as you called her name, her eyes drifting upwards from the book she was currently reading. you looked giddy and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "you seem... happy."

"very," you confirmed with a nod of your head. you lifted up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal a small, funny tattoo you got as a punishment from losing a bet—but was it really a punishment if you enjoyed it a little too much?

daniela's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she took in the tattoo on your arm. "y/n... you're crazy," was the only thing she had to say. you laugh at her reaction, plopping down on the spot next to her. "it's only a bet punishment, baby."

"that's even worse, oh my gosh. over a bet? really?" she leans in close to examine your new tattoo, the decision of supporting it or being against it weighing down on one another. you merely shrug. "but i like it, so that's all that matters, right?" you ask.

daniela looks up at you, the decisions still visibly wavering between her eyes. "i mean it looks good on you," she starts, "but why that tattoo out of literally anything else?"

"it's still a punishment."

"now you just look like a loser." it earns her a smack on the arm, and she apologizes with a chaste kiss to your lips.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( LARA RAJ )

lara was trying to produce a new beat for a personal music project since she was bored on her day off. she toyed around with the instrumentals and attempted to write down some lyrics but ended up laughing at how silly she sounded trying to diss 'dogsear.'

"LARA?"

she looks up from her screen to her bedrooms door, a smile gracing her lips as soon as her eyes land on you. "hey, pretty," she says, motioning you to join her on her bed. you comply without hesitation and climbed on to bed, setting yourself down on her lap, her hands instantly latching on your hips.

"are you making a new song?" you question curiously. lara nods, removing one hand from your body to the trackpad, moving the cursor around on the screen. "mhm. i'm trying to diss dogsear but i'm failing so far," she laughs softly, her breath just fanning over your ear.

"let me hear," you insisted. she presses play and the music started playing. you were liking the song so far but when it got to the rap part, lara was just laughing into the microphone as she couldn't sing the lyrics without doing so. "wow, you really are failing," you said teasingly.

"should i write a song about you? maybe then i'll give it my all." she turns your head to face her after holding your chin between her thumb and index finger, her lips lingering above yours. "maybe you should. and maybe then i'll listen to it," you playfully yet quietly suggest.

"you got yourself a deal, beautiful." with that, she leans in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, you reciprocating in the exact same way.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL )

"MEGAN!"

"it's not my fault!" megan exclaims for the millionth time, her eyes scrunching up more every time her character falls down. you were currently playing a two player obby with megan, something you wanted to do after she bragged about being such an advanced player, which you found out to be a total lie.

she sucks, she really does, but seeing the slightly upset– and cute –expression on her face just makes up for it. even if you're getting mad yourself. "it's the faulty update! i'm never this bad!" she whines, her hands shaking her ipad around in frustration.

"i thought you were 'so good' at this game," you said with air quotations. "what else are you gonna lie about? having fake headless?" megan loudly gasps at your statement, her hand clutching her chest.

"how could you say that? my headless is legit!" she complains. you raised an eyebrow, not trusting her words. "playing any obby game with you is like trust trading in adopt me." to megan, that was a next level insult.

she tackles you down onto the bed, her hands pinning down both of your wrists on either side of your head. "that is a sensitive topic, you know," she muttered lowly. you playfully rolled your eyes. "you say that about anything that backfires on you–"

she shuts you up with a kiss, pulling back with a smug grin once she saw your flustered state. "you were saying?"

"you're terrible at anything but kissing me," you corrected yourself. she snickers and kissed you again, softer this time. "i'll take it."

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( JEUNG YOONCHAE )

"YOONCHAE!"

a familiar voice calls for her backstage and she smiles right away, turning around on her heels to be engulfed into a hug from you. she holds you close without any second thought, her fingers clasped behind your back.

"you didn't tell me you were already back in la," you grumbled into her shoulder. she laughs quietly, her hands carding through your hair. she often finds herself missing the soft feeling of your hair between her fingers whenever she was on a trip for events.

"i wanted to surprise you," she mumbled softly, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "you know, 'cause you're always complaining about me being gone for too long."

"that doesn't matter," you groused. yoonchae only laughs more, hugging and squeezing you tighter. "but i promise, after today's show, i have a whole month off."

"really? you're serious?" you ask, a smile breaking out. she nods and holds up her pinky finger to promise you her words, and your heart couldn't help but melt a little. you return the gesture, your pinky interlocked with hers. she brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles, making you feel a little warm inside as a result to her actions.

"you're cute when you're blushing," yoonchae suddenly spoke up, making you chuckle. "like really cute," she adds. "so cute, i might have to soft launch you on instagram."

"we should do that. like literally, we should." the look in your eyes tell yoonchae you really weren't joking. "okay, we'll do that when i finish my last performance," she vowed.

─── ᶻz it's like a 𝓹olaroid 𝓵ove the 𝓬heesy feeling 𝓸f love

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[sturniolo04]

Can u do a fic where on the nc show instead of nick going on a date with tara he goes on a date with reader. And reader is dating chris and they still kiss at the end

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a series of moments! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

You knew as soon as Nick had asked you to help him film a surprise for their upcoming tour that it was going to be the best one ever. Chris and Matt didn't see it coming to say the least.

Nick wanted to go on a date with a female for one of his surprises on this tour which that in itself was going to be a surprise since he was the gay one out of the group. The twist was he didn't want to go on his 'first date with a female' with any girl so he chose you. Chris' girlfriend

You werent apart of the tour shows at every stop but nick flew you out to north Carolina for that tour stop because he knew that was when they were going to announce the surprise he filmed and wanted you to see your boyfriends live reaction in real time.

"okay surprise time"

matt exclaims into the microphone as the crowd cheers

"im nervous"

chris chuckles out as he takes as seat on the couch with nick. The screen reveals who's surprise is being reveal tonight pulling up a side by side video display of you and nick causing both chris and matt's mouths to drop.

"no fucking way"

chris chuckles out in complete disbelief as the crowd continues to scream in shock and excitement.

"what did you two do"

matt causally asks.

"okay before I bring her out because she is backstage what do you think the surprise is"

nick asks his brothers after pulling out a rose from the hint box on the stage.

"no way she's here oh my god"

chris exclaims covering his mouth because that too was also a surprise considering he thought he wasn't going to see you for couple of months until he got done with this tour.

" dude i have no clue "

matt honestly states as nick chuckles begining to ask the crowd the same question them not making a guess in the ball park.

"okay then well lets bring her out so we can show you what it is we did"

nick exclaims as matt and chris stand up from the couch as you walk out onto the stage giving both matt and chris a hug.

"hiii"

you squeal dragging out the 'i' waving to the crowd as the cheer in response. You and nick sit down on the couch as the screen starts to play the prerecorded surprise.

"okay i'm extremely nervous i am about to do something that i never thought I would do but for the sake of the tour I am going to go on a date with a woman"

nick states in the video matt and chris' gasping into the mic at the very statement.

"so what better girl to go on my 'first date' with than Sophia who also happens to be my brother's girlfriend"

nick continues in the video as he covers his mouth as you two look over at chris' reaction.

"no fucking way my girlfriend nick"

chris chuckles out laughing at the thought that this was an actual thing he and you decided to do.

"so i go her some flowers because that's what every good boyfriend should do I think I know chris does this all the time so it might be the right move"

nick shrugs in the video.

"oh my gosh aww flowers thank you nick"

you squeal out in the video giving nick a side hug him placing his head on top of yours considering your four foot figure.

"your welcome Soph i had to start out strong"

nick laughs as you take both of your hands to grab the flower vase from his hand setting it on your island counter in your kitchen.

"my flowers that chris' had gotten me from valentines day were old so I had to throw them away so perfect timing; sorry chris"

you giggle in the video as chris chuckles.

"okay so lets go get dinner maybe and then frozen yogurt does that sound good"

nick states as you nod your head towards the plan. Throughout the whole video Chris was surprisingly taking it pretty well that nick had decided to go on his date with a woman with his grilfriend.

"okay guys well that was my date with Soph I hope you enjoyed and hopefully chris wont be mad at us"

nick chuckles as you giggle along with him as he says 'bye' quickly placing a kiss to your lips.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god"

matt exclaims.

"what the fuck Nick Soph no way"

chris screams after seeing you two kiss at the end of the video.

"so what did you think"

you ask the pair but really mainly chris.

"i-im just shocked i mean wow nick! chris how do you feel I mean nick kissed your girlfriend dude"

matt exclaims chuckling.

"weirdly enough im fine with it probably because i know its not going to happen again like ever"

chris chuckles out

"damn right"

you exclaims giggling as you quickly stand up running over to him to lean down and place a kiss to his lips as the crowd cheers.

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[lavenderslace]

Soph babes pls pls pls give me a little age gap rick grimes tender moment 😛😩 maybe he’s cleaning her cuts or something after a big scare anything pls im feral for that man ‼️‼️

sweetheart, rick, n boo boos

🩹 it’s all so new, yet it has the familiarity of an old life forced to be left behind. alexandria feels like a sick joke almost.

what the hell are we doing here?

everyone’s staying in the same house right now. used to being together, scared to be ripped apart.

they’ve showered. soap. warm water. soft towels. clean clothes. soft and sweet smells. it’s tempting, but… you can’t seem to get it done. you’re still staring at bruised dirt-stained knuckles and dried bloody knees in cut off shorts.

washing it all alway feels wrong in some way? like none of it happened? like you haven’t lost everyone who you’ve lost. you need the reminder—you cannot forget them. you cannot forget your little sister and her twitching fingers and her soft voice and doe eyes. she was just a little girl, shy of fifteen. fifteen she’ll never be.

a fellow dirty stained knuckle knocks on your knee, too close to a dried up cut but not touching it at all. you’re sat on the porch floorboards of the home everyone has been shoved into, daryl sits next to you. “those ain’t hurtin’ no more?”

your eyes flicker to your knees, where he tapped. the skins all miscolored and tender and achy and bloody and ugly looking. but you can’t seem to get rid of it. “i’m fine,” you whisper.

daryl hums, head leaned back against wooden planks. “rick ain’t gon’ like that,” is all he says.

at the mere mention of him, your heart picks up a little—cheeks bleeding a shade of red. daryl always says you remind him of a rose, your sister was a sunflower.

rick grimes has always felt like this far away entity. someone who led with a tender hand and stern eyes. he was a family man, a good man. when he first arrived, a dead man walking, it was nice to see his son so alive again. but that’s all it was, a man to view from far.

but he’d lost his wife.

he’s different now. it’s all different now.

he’s not so far anymore.

the door to your right cracks open, it’s a crisp sound—smooth hinges. a little too normal. it’s like being a kid again, drawing with staining chalk on the side walk—praying your sister wouldn’t go over her space into yours. it was all bright pastel colors. your mother has opened the door, she’s got juice and apple slices and your father’s truck is in the drive and he’s sitting on the porch stringing a guitar and humming lowly. it’s a saturday, no one’s working, no school, no cheer practice—

“sweetheart?” deep, honey slick voice. it drags a chill up your spine. you love that voice. yeah, you do.

daryl snickers to your left. you elbow his arm as your eyes flicker up to rick. he’s frowning down at your legs but he looks so… clean? his beard is gone?

oh. oh.

“hi, rick,” you whisper. you’re taking him in and you can tell daryl’s eyes are on you and there’s a tease on the tip of his tongue. he doesn’t seem to say what he wants, saving you the embarrassment infront of rick. how kind of him.

rick’s eyes flicker away from your knees to your gaze. he smiles, faint, soft. “come inside with me, yeah?”

you don’t have to be told twice.

your push up from the wood floors with a soft wince. your knees do ache and should be clean despite what you think.

daryl pinches the back of your left calf. you turn over your shoulder with a amused glare, tongue poking out past your lips at him. he huffs a laugh as you disappear behind the closed front door with rick.

the house is cooled with chilly air. it smells like lavender, but that might just be rick’s clean skin. there’s makeshift beds all over the living room floor. pillows, blankets, the couch cushions ruffled.

your fingers run over the stairs railing. “you doin’ okay?” your eyes move towards rick, he’s got his head titled to the side taking you in. “your knees still hurtin?”

he looks so soft like this.

“i forgot what your jaw looks like,” you mumble without answering his question. your avoidance, he can tell your knees still ache.

he snickers and rubs a hand over his shaven face. “how bout’ i get you in the bathroom and i’ll clean those for you?” his hand nudges towards your scraped knees.

as long as he’s doing it. “yeah, ‘kay.”

rick smiles.

you sit on the bathroom sink, a interesting looking marble under your thighs. your finger follows the swirling of the pattern as rick shuffles around the bathroom. a first aid kit on the closed toilet seat. “weird, huh?” his voice worms its way into the silence. it’s kind though.

he’s not looking at you, he’s got a wash cloth warmed with soap suds. he’s working it gently at the dried blood on your skin. alcohol and bandages sit on the other side of the counter, near his hip. his hands are warm on your skin, his fingertips feel like their melting into you. he feels good. he feels right. “all of this,” he mumbles.

you nod even though he’s not looking at you. “i can’t really believe it. they’ve just… they’ve all been fine this entire time.”

rick looks up at you, he’s bent a little at the waist to get a good look at your knees. they’re not covered in dried blood anymore, but they still don’t look pretty.

you and your jean shorts.

rick hums, “well, we’re here now. seems safe, okay. this is gonna sting a lil, sorry.”

it does. the alcohol on your cuts, killing whatever gross outside world still lingers on you. you gasp, a hand flying up to land on his upper arm. it shocks you, the grab. you frown and gently pull your hand away, “sorry.”

rick’s just smiling at you.

he cleans at the rest of your cuts, runs a little ointment onto them with the pad of his pointer finger. he’s gentle with every move.

you just watch the way of his face. “this is a good place for your kids,” you whisper. “they’ll be okay here.”

rick looks up, taking a towel and wiping his finger clean. he hums, his eyes skating across the features of your face. you’re young, mid twenties little thing, yet you look a little older with all you’ve carried since the world went and ended.

you’re very pretty, he realizes again and again.

he taps at your skin, right above your knee but not necessarily your thigh. “you should let these dry up before you take a shower.”

you don’t want to tell him you don’t want to, but the way he’s said it. you’ll do it, even if it takes you awhile. so you smile, hum, “thank you, rick.”

he hums, squeezes at your closest wrist gently. “yeah, ‘course. it’s what we do. look out for each other.” then he leans towards you, a little hesitant, but he places a gentle kiss on the highest point of your cheekbone. your breath catches, lashes flutter, and you almost grab onto him again.

when he leans back the tip of your ears are red. “i’ll get you some new clothes for after your shower, yeah?” he smiles, eases out the door and your stuck staring at the empty space where he’d been standing only seconds ago.

oh yeah, alexandria is weird as hell. but good weird, definitely.

[grahstumhurts]

Strawberries and Cigarettes

"𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙄𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

Sophia x 7th Member! Reader

CW - Implied smut, Use of drugs ( weed)

Prompt - A is preparing themself to roll with their day. B walks on them wearing nothing but their shirt.

Being an idol is busy. Busy life everyday, but when you do have breaks you choose to spend them relaxing. Relaxing as in wearing close to nothing in the comfort of your own room and blowing smoke rings with the joint that Dani so graciously gifted to you. So here you are, Laying on your bed wearing only a sports bra, boxers, and glasses. You're watching some random movie that Manon had recommended you watch and snacking on some popcorn. You pause the movie and get up to stretch, Seeing as your popcorn bowl had almost run out you walk down the stairs assuming that the rest of the Kats had gone out on their day offs as they usually do. You sit on the kitchen island, waiting for the popcorn to pop while humming some random song. The buzz from the weed still settling into your system. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs but it doesn't register in your head that someone had actually been home till you hear a little gasp behind you. 

“Have you been smoking again?” Sophia sternly asks you, Your head whips to the direction where her voice came from. 

“Maybe?” You slyly grin at her just as the microwave Dings. You leap over to it and grab the hot bag with your fingertips. 

“You should put on some clothes, The others should be coming soon.” Her face slightly flushed as you turn fully around to face her, Cheeks full of your hot snack.

“What, you don't like it? Seems like you can't keep your eyes off me, Soph.” You smirk, She sighs at your antics. 

“I’m not saying I don't like it, but…” Your taken aback slightly at her boldness, she traps you between her and the counter behind you. 

“My popcorns gonna go cold, Soph.” You smugly smile at her “Get to your point sweet cheeks,” You tap your finger against her cheek. 

“You're so high aren't you?” She giggles, 

“Mhm,” You giggle.

–

You take a puff of your blunt, breathing it out slowly with a slight burn in your throat that you’ve grown used to. She lays, facing you on your bed watching your every move. 

“I never thought i would be smoking in front of you, Soph” You slowly cough out, Tapping the blunt into the ashtray sitting on the nightstand. Some random CD of yours quietly playing in the background as you two stare at each other.

“You wanna try?” You expect her to say no, but to your surprise she shrugs.

“I don't mind.” 

“Do you trust me?” You take a puff as she nods, You slowly grab her chin, Straddling her waist. Holding her face between your thumb and palm, Her dewy bare skin glowing in the low light of the afternoon sun. You separate her lips slightly with your thumb. You mumble a “Open your mouth”, And she does. Allowing you to blow the smoke past her lips and into her lungs. She glances at your lips, then your eyes, then back to your lips. She coughs slightly at the burn, Her body jolting up right. “Breathe Soph,” You pat her back, stroking her cheekbones as she coughs. Some vapor escaping her lungs.

“Im okay,” She sighs. Her lips, Your lips. So perfectly spaced for someone to kiss another’s lips. Your eyes burn slightly, She bores her pupils into your face. Memorizing each blemish and freckle and birthmark and imperfection. 

“You seem to be doing okay for your first time being high, hm?” You tease her, pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face. Grinning at her, You smugly comment “You look really good from up here.”

“Really now?” She tilts her head to the side teasingly, You lean in close.

“Like.. Really good.” you press your lips to her neck, Kissing her pulse point. You can smell her signature Jojoba hair oil and strawberry lip balm. You feel her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into her body. Your hand trails down to the top of her sweatpants, You look up at her. “Can i?” 

She nods,  “No, I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I want you, Please”

[sphvm]

sweet as sugar — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: mommy kink, reader is a subby loser, sugar mommy sophia truthers wya, praise, fingering, oral, dirty talk

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MEN AND MINORS DNI

you've always been sophia's good girl, ever since you met her at lara's party. you felt intimidated, scared even, the first time you saw her, she was much taller than you, and her dark hair and makeup only added to her entrancing look. you couldn't help but stare... maybe a little inappropriately (which she definitely noticed).

she looked down at you with such a predatory gaze, like she was about to devour you.

that night, she felt the need to follow you around the house party the entire time, sneering at people checking you out and wrapping a possessive arm around you.

and eventually dragging you into an empty room and showing you what her pretty lips could do.

after that, she's made it known to about every single person that you are hers. she also made a little habit of spoiling you rotten, from gucci to chanel to louis vuitton. every time you visited her apartment, she had a gift for you. you've wanted to repay her for so long, but she always declined and insisted that your presence was enough.

but after she bought you a new black lingerie set, you decided tonight was the night she'd finally get what she deserved.

after a long day of work, sophia texted you to come over, so you slipped a short red dress on, the lingerie hugging your body underneath.

"what's the special occasion, baby?." sophia spoke as you entered her apartment, her hands coming to your waist and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. you usually never dressed up this much to see her, knowing your look would get ruined anyway, but tonight was a very special night.

your eyes wandered her body, she was still wearing her work uniform. a black dress with a collar that rode way too high, a black gucci belt and tights. her hair was curled just slightly and it looked like she had just reapplied lipstick, which was a dark red.

"you look... gorgeous soph." you said, she chuckled and let her arms fall from your hips.

"you flatter me, sweetheart." she looked down at you, her red lips curving into a smile. "go sit baby, i'll get us some wine."

you did as you were told, walking into her living room and taking your rightful seat on the couch, seeing the movie she had picked out for tonight.

tangled.

huh.

she entered the room with two wine glasses in her hand, handing one to you as she sat down. she grabbed the remote to start the movie and let her free hand rest over your shoulder, you smiled at her cute antics.

as the movie went on, you could feel the tension thicken, her hand leaving your shoulders to sit on your thigh, squeezing and letting it roam higher and higher as if you wouldn't notice. once you felt her long fingers tracing patterns along your skin, you forgot the movie was on.

"sophia... can i... can i ask you something?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. you turned your head and her eyes locked with yours, darkening, with a playful glint in them.

she leaned closer, the scent of her expensive perfume enveloping you. "what is it, sweet girl?"

you took a deep breath as her hand travelled even higher. "i... i want to please you."

her hand travelled up your body and cupped your cheek. "i told you honey, just you being here is enough. you don't need to do anything for me."

"i know, i know but... i want to show you how much you mean to me."

sophia's lips curled into a smirk, her finger gently tilting your chin upwards. "you wanna show me?"

"sophia..."

her eyebrows furrowed into a v as she tsked. "what was that?" her words gave you goosebumps as you realized what she meant.

without thinking, the name slipped. "mommy..." her thumb traced a line from your chin to your lower lip, rubbing it gently.

"good girl." she purred. "come here."

as she patted her lap, you felt your cheeks flush with heat. hesitantly, you climbed over to her, your heart pounding in your chest. once you were straddling her, you felt her strong hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as you nestled against her.

"tell me how you want to please me." she commanded softly, her breath warm against your ear.

"i wanna make you relax, mommy. i wanna help you unwind... you work so hard." you replied, savoring the way her title fell from your lips.

sophia's grip tightened slightly, you could feel her body respond to your words. "tell me how, baby."

"let me be good for you. please. please let me do what i've been thinking about for so long." you begged, your hand playing with a loose strand of her hair.

sophia chuckled, her fingers trailing up your body, making your skin tingle. she paused at the base of your neck, gripping it firmly, making your breath catch.

"such a sweet little thing. what would you do if i told you to strip naked and kneel in front of me, hm?" she hummed, her voice low and sultry.

the thought made you tremble. you felt yourself leak into your black panties as you imagined what it would feel like to be kneeling at her feet, completely vulnerable.

“anything you want.” you whispered, your voice shaky.

you heard her sharp intake of breath, she loosened her hold on you.

“strip.” she commanded.

you fumbled with your clothes, hastily removing them. the lingerie sophia bought you was fully visible now, and you watched as her smile grew.

“my pretty girl…”

you slipped onto the floor, kneeling at her feet. your head bowed, you waited, wondering what would happen next.

“eyes on me, sweetheart.” she said.

you obeyed, your gaze flickering up to meet hers. her expression was calm, yet intense, and you felt a wave of desire come over you. she sat back down. you watched as she spread her legs slightly, the black fabric of her dress riding up her thighs.

your pulse quickened, as she beckoned you towards her with two fingers, a wicked smile on her lips. your moved, your knees brushing against the carpet, your face hovering inches from hers.

"do you want to please mommy?" she murmured.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. she reached down, her hand grasping your jaw, and tugged your face closer. her lips brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. you moaned softly, kissing her back hungrily, your fingers digging into her thighs. she deepened it, her head tilting as her tongue massaged yours making you let out quiet whimpers.

your hands explored her thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress beneath your fingertips, she pulled away, you chased after her lips.

she pulled away further, her eyes boring into yours. "take them off." she ordered.

trembling, you reached under her dress, finding the band of her lace panties. your fingers grazed her skin as you slid them down, slowly exposing her, inhaling her scent.

she looked at you expectantly, and you hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

"kiss me." she breathed.

you lowered your face, planting a soft kiss against her thigh. you could hear her breath hitch, her hand sliding down to caress your neck. slowly, you trailed your tongue across her skin, savoring her taste. she gripped your hair tightly, forcing your head closer.

you continued kissing and licking her, until she gasped, her hips bucking upwards.

"stop teasing me." she growled.

you looked up at her, a slight smirk on your face as you pressed your tongue against her clit, and she cried out, her fingers twisting in your hair. Her body arched, her nails digging into your skin.

you began moving your tongue, sucking and licking, making her moan. she tugged on your hair, urging you on, and you obeyed.

she moaned loudly, her fingers slackening their hold. you looked up at her, as she gazed down at you.

your mouth moved faster, tasting her, exploring every inch of her. she tasted divine, and you wanted nothing more than to please her even more. her cries became louder, more desperate. she gripped your hair tighter, keeping your head between her legs. you moaned into her, the sound vibrating against her wet folds.

she groaned, her body quivering, her hips jerking uncontrollably. her hands were tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against her.

your tongue lapped at her, swirling and dipping, and you could tell she was close.

you sucked on her clit, the sensation almost too much for her to bear. she started basically riding your face, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath ragged.

"that’s it, baby." she breathed, "good girl. make mommy come."

you kept going, sucking and licking her clit, tasting her juices, feeling her quiver beneath you.

she gasped, her eyes rolling back, her back arching off the sofa, her hips bucking wildly. she threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy, her thighs squeezing around your head.

with a loud cry, she climaxed, her whole body convulsing.

after a few moments, her body relaxed, her breathing slowing down. you looked up, into her eyes. they were dark, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.

you sat back, admiring her, feeling proud. you’d pleased her, just like you wanted.

suddenly she spoke.

“swallow.”

you did as you were told.

“did i do a good job?” you asked, feeling a sense of pride.

“such a good job, sweetheart.” she replied, her voice breathy.

“may i… may i kiss you mommy?” you whispered.

she smirked, and pulled you up onto her lap, your back against her front. her plump lips crashing against yours. she bit your lip, forcing entry as her tongue slid against yours. you whimpered and she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

"that was very well done, sweet girl." she purred.

your cheeks flushed, and you smiled, very happy that you had pleased her.

"thank you, mommy." you murmured.

her arms wrapped around you, her fingers stroking your back. you sighed, nuzzling into her, basking in her warmth.

"my perfect little princess." she murmured, as her lips brushed against your neck. her hands moved to your chest, fondling your breasts, making you gasp. she leaned in, her mouth capturing yours, kissing you fiercely.

your body ached for her, and you ground yourself against her thigh, moaning. her tongue plunged into your mouth, claiming you, and you clung to her, overwhelmed by pleasure. she slowly slid your bra off, tweaking and pulling at your nipples.

she broke the kiss, and you whimpered, wanting more. she chuckled, her fingers dancing across your bare skin.

“you’re so beautiful, my pretty girl.” she whispered, her hand cupping your cheek.

you whimpered as her fingers moved to your thighs, parting them. your mind was too hazy, you couldn't think straight.

“oh my goodness, baby! you’re so wet!” she gasped, pulling her fingers out from between your thighs and showing you your wetness dripping from her hand.

“you’re absolutely drenched, honey. did you like touching mommy that much?”

you looked away embarrassed, but nodded your head.

“now… tell me what you want, baby.” she said lowly, her hand tracing circles on your inner thigh.

“please fuck me mommy. please, please i need it.” you begged, not caring how ridiculous you must sound.

she grinned, letting out a small laugh. “such a good girl, begging for mommy’s fingers.”

she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. “now, open your mouth and show me how much you love me.”

you obeyed, moaning as her tongue invaded your mouth once more. she kissed you roughly, teeth clacking and salvia running down both your chins, her teeth nipping at your lips.

when she finally released you, you were gasping for air, even more so when her hand slid down to stroke your swollen clit.

“so wet for me, aren’t you?” she teased, her fingers dipping inside your entrance.

“please.” you whined.

“i’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy, and you’re going to thank me, aren’t you baby?”

“yes, yes mommy.”

she smirked, pushing her finger deeper, eliciting a moan from you. “you like that don’t you?”

“y-yes.” you breathed, your hips bucking, trying to grind against her hand.

“tell me how much you want it.” she spoke, deepening her finger.

“so bad, mommy. want it- need it so bad.”

she chuckled, her finger curling inside of you, making you gasp. “you’re such a naughty little slut, right honey?” she added another finger, her pace getting faster.

“yes, fuck…” her fingers moved impossibly faster, pumping them in and out, stretching you.

she smiled wickedly, adding a third finger. your eyes shot open, and a loud groan escaped your mouth.

you looked back at her, her eyes raking over your body, a hungry look plastered her face.

"look at you, my dirty girl."

“so, so good.” you moaned, your nails digging into her skin. “fuck.”

she thrusts her fingers harder, faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"please mommy." you pleaded, your eyes rolling back.

"beg me, sweet girl." she commanded, her free hand wrapping around your neck softly.

"please let me come, mommy. I want to come for you."

“good girl.”

she stuck her thumb out, circling your clit at a bruising pace. the combination of her three, long fingers hitting that delicious spot in you, and her thumb rubbing on your clit was too much. your breath quickened.

with each thrust you could feel yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“soph— i can’t. fuck!” you gasped, your voice breaking.

“come on baby, i got you.” her sweet voice was low in your ear, her fingers curling inside you.

“close— so close!” your head fell back into her shoulder, your body trembling uncontrollably as she hit that spot inside you over and over.

sophia moaned when you tightened around her fingers. “let go, my love. i want to feel you come for me.”

the heat in your stomach exploded, long waves of pleasure fell over you as you stiffened in her arms. “fuck!”

sophia’s fingers kept their unrelenting pace, drawing out your orgasm as long as she could, kissing your neck lightly as she whispered in your ear.

you gasped for breath, your heart pounding louder than ever as sophia slowed down, eventually pulling out.

“you’re so good, such a good girl.” she gave you a short kiss, pulling away with a click.

you turned around in her lap, wrapping your sore arms around her shoulders, her clothed body pressing into your naked one, you’d have to apologize for making a mess all over her dress later.

“i love you, soph.”

“i love you more, baby.”

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hii marls my baby 🤍

ofc yk im a slytherpuff (more huff tho ofc), cancer rising, fav is DADA, and not an ideal date but I would love to dance in the rain like those cinematic scenes 🤭

I love you SOOOO much, youre so talented and creative, I can't wait to see what you have in store for us in this event!

1k celebration | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⛆ ݁˖ Dancing In The Rain.

A/N: my baby soph!!! Ilysm 🥺 thank you for requesting and all of your support. you know how much I love and appreciate you being here. <33 I hope you like this.🤎 and of course I had to choose Matty for you. ;)

In this drabble, you will find HINT NR #5.

You have always loved rainy days like today. The soft clattering against your bedroom window as you are tucked beneath your sheets—reading the latest novel you’ve just recently bought at your local bookstore, just around the corner of your apartment.

These are the kinds of days where you don’t get out of bed until noon, completely engulfed in the fictional world you are currently reading about. The places you wish you could escape to when life gets just a little too much—vanish from your city and move far away. To the countryside of Scotland perhaps, where castles sprout from the ground everywhere you look. Surrounded by green grass and vast forests, and most importantly, peace and calmness.

Perhaps even with your own prince charming—a girl can dream.

“What are you reading this time?” A curious voice asks from beside you, the mattress dipping under their weight as they settle down beside you—gently pressing a kiss to your temple.

There he is—your own prince charming.

You smile at his question. “They are on their first date, and it started raining,” you explain, placing the bookmark between the pages before you close the book, laying it down on your lap. “But they didn’t let it stop them. He took her hand and took her dancing.”

Mattheo quirks an eyebrow, studying your face. “In the rain?”

“Yes,” you reply softly. “I have always wanted to do that, you know? To feel the rain on my skin, without a care in the world. It must make you feel so alive.”

You see Mattheo’s eyes light up for second, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Before you get to ask what he is thinking about, he grabs your hand and helps you out of bed, guiding you down the stairs.

“What are we doing?” You ask, trying to keep your balance as he hurries through the kitchen—telling you to put on your shoes as you reach the apartment door.

“You wanted to dance in the rain—I am taking you outside to do exactly that.” He replies casually, leading you along the corridor, the first drops of rain falling onto your skin as you step outside the front door. 

“Mattheo!” You squeal, a chilly breeze brushing past you, leaving goose bumps in its wake. You glance around quickly, checking whether anyone is passing by—

“Hey, look at me,” he instructs softly, cupping your face before pressing a kiss to your lips, one arm wrapping around your waist. “Don’t worry about anyone else. It’s just you and me right now. Focus on me, pretty girl.”

Looking up at him, you see his chocolate-brown eyes shining softer than usual—offering the comfort you needed, his fingers tenderly caressing along your jaw. 

You nod.

Then, he takes your hand in his—and you dance.

Until your hair is soaked, your clothes drenched. But none of that matters—not right now. It’s you and him. And you feel alive.

Perhaps you don’t always need to move away to live your own fairytale.

thank you for reading! feel free to reblog and leave feedback <3 — masterlist. | 1k celebration. <- event masterlist.

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[daddy-ul]

tour blurb

I can't say anything BC it's the same (almost) unit of measurement that I apply when I go to concerts.

Smsmksksa (not so much) joking aside, the mic unit of measurement is the most useful and obvious for the concert donut. I know they updated the number and positions of the mics,, so I am now kind of curious of the ratio drum riser/mics on the stage. Like there are 4 battle station on the donut, how many mics between every drum kit? This is a math problem due to monday

*coff* that said did they discussed it in tuning rooms etc bc lars asked James to stay in his line of site for the most of it?

But like, of course for stages like the one in Milan, it wasn't like that, even if it was smaller

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: THE CITADEL (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Maj. Kaidan Alenko With: Councilor Donnel Udina, Councilor Tevos, Councilor Laiel Sparatus, Cmdr. Armando-Owen Bailey, and Kai Leng And a Special Guest Appearance by: The Illusive Man But sometimes the way a thing goes down does matter, Sophie. Later- when you have to live with yourself. Knowing that you acted with integrity- then it matters. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[nakylvr]

TOO LATE (ALTERNATE)

daniela avanzini x fem!reader ; sophia laforteza x fem!reader

summary: after breaking up with dani a few weeks ago, she repeatedly tries to get in contact with you. ultimately, you end up doing multiple things you thought you would never do

warnings/tags: angst, language, dealer!dani au, nsfw content, toxic!sophia, more probably im sorry

wc: 6,8 k

part 1 | too late (original ending)

minors dni

it had been a few weeks since the incident with dani. you hadn't gone back to the apartment since then, despite all your things being there. you knew she would be there no matter what time of the day you went, that was one of the benefits of being a dealer as a job, you didn't really have a job. 

you stayed with sophia for the time being, who was the one who initially brought the possibility of dani cheating on you. you felt bad the longer you stayed at her place, but she kept telling you that it was fine, that that's what best friends do for each other. 

it was obvious you weren't feeling okay after it all went down. you would mainly stare at nothing or your phone lockscreen that you had yet to change. you didn't really leave unless sophia dragged you out to go somewhere. you couldn't stop thinking about it for weeks.

“we should go get your stuff today,”

you glance over at sophia who's cooking from your seat on the stool at the kitchen island, eyebrows raising in surprise. “what?” 

“well, you still haven't stopped by the apartment,” she says, hearing the shock in your voice and continuing. “i know you don't want to but you have to if you really want to officiate it as a breakup. you need your things.” she says slowly, choosing her words carefully to not upset you. 

you look back down at the kitchen island, mumbling in response. “i guess.” 

sophia lets out a short sigh, turning off the stove and walking over to you. she reaches for your hands, grabbing ahold of them causing you to look up at her. “i know it's hard, yn. but you can't just not have your stuff. i know what you're thinking, that she's more likely going to be there than not, but i’ll go with you, okay?” she says softly, her thumb gently rubbing circles on your hands. “and then, i want you to do something.” 

you can hear her tone change at her last sentence, and you look at her confused. “what do you mean?” 

“i’ll tell you after we get your things.”

within the hour, you were standing outside the apartment with sophia next to you. it was roughly ten in the morning, and you held the key in your shaking hand, hesitating to unlock the door. 

“soph i don't think this is a good idea,” you say, lowering your hand. “i don't want another argument right now.”

“it’ll be fine, you’ll be fine,” sophia responds, sending a warm smile your way and squeezing your other hand reassuringly. 

meekly nodding your head, you slowly unlock the door and walk inside. instantly, you're hit with the smell of smoke, making your eyes squint slightly trying to adjust to the hazy fog-like atmosphere in the apartment. great. 

“is it always like this?” sophia mumbles quietly.

all you do is shake your head in response, walking into the living room and seeing the mess scattered on the coffee table. your first instinct is to clean it up and scold dani for making a mess on the expensive table, but the second you reach your hand out, sophia grabs it and pulls you back.

“we're here to get your things, that's it,” she tells you again. 

“right,” you say quietly. 

you make your way to the bedroom door, quietly opening the door and immediately freezing in your spot. you knew she would be here, that was obvious. but the sight of her is what stopped you. 

she was sleeping, probably for the first time since it happened judging by the dark bags under her eyes that clearly weren't there before. looking at sophia, you take the duffel bag from her. “you can wait outside, i’ll be fine,” you say to her. she gives you a look, but nods her head and walks out of the apartment, leaving you in the room. you take a few steps into the room, and dani starts stirring around, rolling over and groggily opening her eyes. “yn?” she mumbles softly, half awake barely able to make out your face. 

“go back to sleep, dani,” you say quietly, pulling the blanket over her. your eyes linger on her for a moment, watching her eyes close again as she mumbles something. 

you go to the closet and open it, starting to grab your clothes and putting them in the bag. when you finish with your clothes, you head into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. nothing had been moved since you left. everything was beside each other like it had always been, even the toothbrushes that were sitting in their stands. you don't even hear footsteps approaching as you stare mindlessly, feeling regret bubbling up inside you as your brain goes through everything that happened.

suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you jump, turning around to see a tired daniela.

“you're really here?” she mumbles quietly. 

“dani-” you start, but you're cut off by her gently pushing you against the sink and putting her face in the crook of your neck. 

“‘m sorry,” she mutters into your skin. “‘m so sorry, please don't leave. please, yn,” 

“dani,” you try to say as sternly as you can. “we aren't discussing this.” 

dani pulls her head from your neck, looking down at you as her hands move up to cup your face. “please,” she whispers. “please,” she reiterates, leaning closer to you, her lips inches away from yours. “just give me a chance.” 

your eyes meet her red bloodshot ones staring back at you, and you feel your throat close up. you can tell how upset she is and her genuinely being sorry, and it has you wanting to forgive her. but, she hasn't nearly felt like you did the past few months, which has been implemented into your mind by sophia who had seen you almost every day throughout it. “you know i can't do that,” your voice is quiet as you speak. 

“i love you,” her voice cracks as her hands cradle your face. “wh-what do you want me to do? i’ll do anything you want, please.” 

“there's nothing you can do right now,” you answer, though you’re not sure you believe yourself. “please just-”

you're cut off by daniela pressing her lips against yours. its the softest she's ever kissed you, as if she was worried you would break under her touch. you can practically feel the regret seeping from her as she kisses you, pouring all her heart and emotion into it. your hands grasp her shoulders and pry her away from you, looking at her. “dani, you have to let me leave. sophia is waiting outside and she's pissed off enough as is, i don't want her to start an argument with you,” you tell her. 

“sophia?” dani’s face contorts into confusion. “you-you're not- are you?” she can't even get the words out, the thought making her want to throw up. it was obvious for a while now that the filipino girl had feelings for you, though you were either too blind to notice or just ignored it. but, what happened in the past couple of weeks? 

“it doesn't matter, daniela,” you shake your head, gently pushing her away from you. “it should be nothing new for you, right?” you turn around and start grabbing your things, putting them in the bag.

the comment you make has dani looking down at the ground, knowing better than to try and counter it like she normally would. “i’m sorry,” she says. 

“you can apologize as many times as you want, but it's not going to do anything,” you zip up the bag and turn back around to face her. “you can-” you stop yourself from continuing, shaking your head and walking past her out the bathroom.

“yn, please,” she follows every step you take towards the front door. “please just give me five minutes to talk to you, please.” 

“i’m sorry, dani,” you say once reaching the door, pulling it open and walking out. you close the door behind you, half expecting her to follow you outside as well, but even after standing there for a minute, the door doesn't open.

you walk back to the car where sophia is waiting, and she stands up straight when she sees your expression. 

“what happened?” she instantly questions. 

“nothing,” you shake your head, putting the bag in the backseat and looking at sophia. “i just want to go back. i don't think i’ll last another minute here.” 

“okay,” sophia nods, opening the passenger door and letting you get in before closing it. 

…

“you want me to do what?” you stare at sophia with wide eyes. “i’m-i’m not doing that!” you shake your head quickly.

“yn, listen to me,” sophia says in a stern voice. “you know this is for the best.”

“no!” you continue to shake your head, standing up off the couch. “i am not calling the police on her! she's dealt with enough shit these past weeks.”

“and you’ve dealt with far more in the last months,” sophia says, standing when you do. 

“i’m still not doing it!” you exclaim. “why-why would you even bring that up?” 

“because we both know she should've been gone a while ago,” sophia answers.

“no, you think she should be gone!” you retort. “i know you’ve never liked her, but that does not mean you are going to convince me to call the cops! i-”

“still love her, i know,” sophia’s tone shifts slightly, but enough for you to notice. “you need to get over it.”

“get over it?!” you look at her like she's crazy. “this is two years of my life that have been wasted, sophia! i can't just ‘get over it’ like it's nothing! for two years i have loved her and now it's all gone! do you understand? i can't just get over it within a few weeks,” you fail to ignore the way she's taking steps towards you, too busy ranting angrily until she stops in front of you and tilts your head up to look at her with one hand. 

“i’m sorry,” she says softly. “you know i care about you, i just don't want you to get more hurt than you already are,” she pushes some of your hair out of your face. 

you can see the way her eyes flicker down and back up to your eyes, and you freeze in realization. “soph-”

“give me one week and i can prove you can get over her,” she cuts you off with this, her voice quiet.

she's serious, you can tell, which only makes you more nervous as you try to think of a response. part of you thinks you shouldn't do it, but a bigger part of you doesn't care. 

“okay.”

…

you can't believe you're doing this. another week has passed, and somehow sophia has managed to convince you to get the police involved. you rub your temples as you sit in your car in front of the apartment, mentally praying this doesn't blow up in your face. it’s supposed to be easy, barely an inconvenience according to sophia. just go inside, see if dani is there, make a quick text and it's done. taking a deep breath, you get out of the car and walk up to the front door. 

you knock on the door a few times, despite still having the key and could just walk up inside the place. you stand there for a minute or two, and you’re about to turn around and give up when the door unlocks and opens, there standing daniela. 

“yn,” dani lets out in a single breath. to say she didn't expect you would be an understatement, for she thought you would be gone after the last time. 

“can i come in?” you ask hesitantly.

“yeah, yeah,” she nods quickly, opening the door wider for you to walk in.

as soon as you walk in, you’re hit with an unfamiliar smell. lavender? odd. you raise an eyebrow as you step into the living room, seeing the place cleaned up since the last time you were there. the coffee table was clean of the former ash marks on it, the ceiling fan no longer held fuzz due to the smoke, the kitchen looked the best it had in over a year. you couldn't hide your surprise as you looked around. 

“you really cleaned up,” you say.

“i tried,” dani mumbles. “i-i knew that you wouldn't like the mess i left…if you came back,” her voice is so quiet you can hardly hear what she's saying, but you do. 

she was hoping for you to come back. she wouldn't have cleaned the place otherwise. she was right too, you would be upset with the mess she made a week ago. you look at the walls and see the pictures are still up, and you feel a tug on your heart as you look over them. god, you were starting to feel bad now. ‘just push through it’, you could practically hear sophia saying again for probably the hundredth time before you even left to come here. but, it was harder than it sounds. 

“dani-”

“wait,” she cuts you off suddenly. “i have something to give you,” she says before walking off into the bedroom. 

you take your phone out of your pocket and send the message, quickly putting it back away when dani walks back into the living room with a bag in her hands. you look at her with confusion as she hands it over to you. taking the bag, you open it and look inside, reaching in and pulling out a book. your confusion grows bigger until you open the first page, and you realize what it is. it's a scrapbook, poorly made which means she did it herself, of every picture you two took over the two years. “dani…” you say quietly. 

“you don't have to say anything,” dani says, looking down at the ground. “i just wanted to make sure you got it before…y’know…you leave officially.” she mumbles the last bit. 

god, why did she have to make this so difficult? your phone dings in your pocket, and you're certain it's sophia telling you to hurry up. you look up from the book and close it, setting it down on the table and letting out a sigh. “dani i…” you struggle to get words out, knowing what's about to happen and that she'll likely hate you after this. “i want you to know that i loved you so much. i did. and if you didn't…then that's okay. i’m really sorry if i ever did anything wrong. i just wish you would've told me, then maybe we could've worked this out. but, there's no fixing this now.” you look around the apartment. “i’ll pay off the place until you get back, but i won't be coming back again.” 

there's thousands of thoughts running through daniela’s mind as she half-listens to you talking as her gaze is fixated on the ground. she doesn't know what to say. she knows nothing she says will help fix this, that it's already been too long for her to try again and again. your last sentence has her looking up from the ground to finally look at you, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “what do you mean?” she asks. 

you merely shake your head, pulling your phone out of your pocket when it dings again. “i gotta go,” you say, putting your phone back away. “i’m really sorry, dani. this could've turned out different, it really could've.” you turn and start making your way to the door, but daniela grabs your hand before you can make the last step.

“wait, you-you're not telling me something, i can tell,” she says quickly. “what's going on? did sophia put you up to something?” 

“it's nothing,” you reply, shaking your head. “don't worry about it.”

daniela’s eyes narrow, looking at you closely. “you're lying to me. why?”

“like you haven't for months?” your mouth says the words faster than you can think as you pry your hand out of her grip. “all you’ve done is lie directly to my face. now it's suddenly a problem when i do it?”

“you never lie to me,” dani responds, her voice and eyes softening. 

“you didn't either,” you snap. “and yet here we are, because you fucked around with some girl and lied for months. for what, anyways? what did she even do, dani? did she treat you better? was she just a better fuck? did she do even half the shit i did for you?” you can't stop yourself from finally speaking your thoughts, your anger bubbling inside you like it was when you caught her. 

the angry tone in your voice has dani backing down, knowing nothing would fix your anger towards her. “i-” she can't get anything else out. you were always better at arguing than her, even if it wasn't serious. you could come up with ten different responses to one thing she said, and she could never guess what would come out of your mouth in the heat of the moment. just like now, she didn't expect you to say those things. but, she knew that you were thinking it. no matter what she tries to say, it won't work. you're too far gone. it's too late. “i’m sorry,” she whispers. 

“i’m sure you are,” you say sarcastically with a scoff. “good luck, daniela. you're gonna need it.” you open the front door and walk out, leaving it open as you pass the police officers on your way down the stairs. 

you keep your head down as you walk to the car, get in the passenger seat, and close the door.

sophia sits in the driver's seat, immediately looking over when you get inside. “are you okay?” she asks, seeing the expression on your face. 

“yeah,” you nod. “let's just go. i don't want to see them bring her down.” you lean your head against the window. 

sophia nods silently, turning on the car and driving off away from the apartment. it’s at least a thirty-minute drive to her house, not including traffic. she already knows you're exhausted just by doing the act you thought you would never have to do, but she doesn't speak anything of it. she can tell by the way your head rests against the window, how your breathing is starting to finally even out. she glances over at you every so often, seeing your eyes droop closed every minute or two after the first ten minutes of driving. 

“you can sleep,” she says to you in a soft voice, turning down the radio’s volume. “i’ll wake you up when we're back.”

“you sure?” you mumble tiredly. 

“yeah,” sophia answers, putting her hand on your thigh and gently rubbing your leg. “you need the sleep. i know you haven't been recently.” 

“mm,” you hum quietly, closing your eyes. “thank you, sophia. for everything.” 

“don't thank me, i’m just looking out for you,” she says quietly. when she looks over at you again, you're asleep. a small smile is on sophia’s face as you finally sleep comfortably for the first time in a month that felt like a year for everyone involved. she pats your leg softly before looking back at the road. 

…

“yn? we’re back.”

you slowly open your eyes at hearing the voice talking to you, seeing sophia standing in front of you with the car door open. “hm?” you glance around, realizing you were back at her place. “oh.” 

“c’mon.” sophia grabs your hand and gently pulls you out of the car. 

you lean against her as she wraps an arm around your waist to keep you upright, walking with her to the front door. you can barely process what's happening in your half-awake state of mind, merely following sophia everywhere she goes. 

you lay down on the bed that you assume was the one in the guest room you’d been staying in until your head hits the pillow and you're met with the familiar scent that sophia always wore. you can hear shuffling around the room, and when you open your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the dark lighting with only one lamp on, you realize you're in her room. you sit up against the pillows, looking around right as sophia walks out of the bathroom.

“hey,” she says, turning off the bathroom light. “i thought you would be back asleep.” 

“why did you lay me here?” you ask in a mumble. 

“mm,” she shrugs her shoulders, walking to the other side of the bed and sitting down beside you. “i guess i figured you deserved a not-so-shitty bed for tonight,” she says casually.

“oh,” you let out, a little surprised by how nonchalantly she said the words. but, that was always one thing about her. she would speak so casually, even when it shouldn’t be. but, it just meant she was comfortable with you, right?  you can barely see her face with the minimal light in the room, but you can't help but think that she looks insanely pretty right now. you know you shouldn't be thinking about it, but you can't help yourself. you’ve always thought she was pretty, and she was, but staring at her face in the dark room in the same bed has you really looking over her features. you don't even realize you're staring until she suddenly leans closer to you, your eyes widening at the closeness. 

“you're staring,” sophia says like it's nothing. 

“s-sorry,” you stammer out, feeling your cheeks heating up due to being caught. 

“don't apologize.” she shakes her head, slowly reaching her hand out and pushing a piece of your hair out of your face, moving it to cup your cheek. she can see your eyes flickering around before landing on her lips, then back to her steady eyes that haven't looked away from you for a single moment. “can i kiss you?” she asks quietly. 

all you can do is nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. your eyes close as she slowly leans in and kisses you. her plush lips are soft against hers, and you can taste the strawberry lip gloss she put on earlier in the day. her lips move slowly against yours, not trying to rush the moment as her thumb draws small circles on your cheek. it's easily the softest anyone has kissed you, and it has you feeling desperate for more. 

when sophia pulls away, she can see the dazed look in your eyes as you stare back at her. there's a silence that fills the room, with both of you hesitating to make another movement. sophia knows better than to initiate something first, so she waits until you do or say something, if you do anything at all that is. she wouldn't mind just getting a kiss from you, it's more than anything she would've wanted, that's enough for her. she doesn't want to pressure you into doing things, especially in your current state. to her surprise, you lean in and pull her into a searing kiss with more force than the last time. 

sophia’s arms snake around your waist to pull you closer, which you take as the opportunity to move and straddle her hips. your arms hook around her neck, pressing your body against hers as her tongue swipes along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. parting your lips, sophia’s tongue mends with yours as her hands lightly graze your skin under the shirt you were wearing, her fingers leaving little touches. your body feels hot against hers, and you force yourself to pull out of the kiss to pull your shirt off over your head, your hands returning to her shoulders, fiddling with the material of her shirt. 

sophia’s eyes subtly go wide as she gazes up at you, biting on her lip as her hands slowly move up and down your waist. “god, you're beautiful,” she breathes out softly. her thoughts are running wild as you look down at her, and she manages to ground herself enough to ask you a question. “are you sure about this?” her voice is quiet as she speaks. “i know you just-”

“i’m sure,” you interrupt her, your hands playing with her hair. “please just– make me forget, please,” you practically beg. it comes out more desperate than you wanted, but you didn't care. “please, sophia.”

without saying a word, her arms around you, sophia flips you around so you're below her as she hovers above you, staring down at you. there’s a change in her eyes that you instantly notice, even through the darkness in the room, and it causes a shiver to go down your spine at how she’s looking at you. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you question in a hushed voice.

“like what?” sophia tilts her head to the side, feigning innocence, but the look in her eyes doesn’t change.

you would be lying if you said you didn’t know sophia had been waiting for this moment. you obviously knew she had feelings for you for a while now, and you didn’t exactly mind it because she didn’t do anything drastic to change anything. well, now look. she had managed to convince you to throw the girl you loved for over two years into jail, and within the hour you were under the filipina who was staring at you like you were her prey. but, she was always like that. telling you that she was right, that she was just looking out for you, that she cared about you more than anyone else did, more than dani did. you didn’t know whether to believe it at first. sophia had been your best friend since you were teenagers, and she was there for you through everything. which meant she wouldn’t do anything that could possibly hurt you, right? 

“nothing.” you shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

a smile curls on sophia’s lips at your response, her voice low as she responds. “that’s what i thought.” 

you barely have any time to process the words spoken before she captures your lips in a deep kiss, the simple action making you forget the way she was looking at you or how she said those words. you try to keep up, but her lips are moving fast against yours, no longer slow and calculate, but instead replaced with a fiery need you can practically taste coming from sophia. 

one of sophia’s hands move down your body to the waistband of the pants you were wearing before she parts from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you. “tell me you want me,” she says. 

trying to recuperate your breathing, you squirm around at her light touches, and staring up at her you feel your words get caught in your throat. “i-” you hesitate, immediately seeing the subtle change in her expression which has you quickly finishing. “i want you.” 

nodding her head, sophia wraps her fingers around your pants before tugging them down your legs along with your panties that now had a wet patch on them. spreading your legs apart, a quiet groan comes from the girl at the sight of you in front of her. bringing a hand down between your thighs, she drags her fingers along your folds, collecting your slick on them before bringing them to your lips. “suck.” 

a quiet whimper comes from you at the tone in her voice, but you open your mouth and let her push her fingers into your mouth, starting to suck on them. you try to squeeze your thighs together, but sophia is quick to use her other hand to keep your legs open, causing you to whine around her fingers. when she pulls them out of your mouth she grabs your cheeks firmly, her nails digging into your skin lightly resulting in another whimper escaping your lips. 

“you’re mine now, you understand?” she tells you, her voice serious. “i don’t want you even thinking of her, she wasn’t good for you. this was going to happen one way or another.” 

your eyes widen a bit, feeling anxiety surge through your body as she eyes you waiting for your response. it wasn’t supposed to go like this. she wasn’t supposed to be like this. this was nothing like the sophia you had known for so many years. this was different. and you didn’t know what to do about it. in the end, you have to force the words out in nervousness of how she would react if you answered differently. 

“okay,” you whisper. 

“good,” sophia says, patting your cheek once she lets go. “now, you just sit there and let me have my fun with you, alright?” she smiles sweetly at you, but there’s a difference in it you notice. 

all you can do is nod, not knowing what words would leave your mouth if you opened it. and all you can think about as you feel her hand on your thigh move inward is how this isn’t how you wanted it to go. this wasn’t how she was supposed to be. she was supposed to be kind, caring, and loving during this, but you can’t find any of it as you look into her dark eyes. this wasn’t the same sophia. you knew that. now that she finally had you, it was like a switch flipped inside of her. 

you’re interrupted from your thoughts when you feel sophia’s fingers start to circle your clit, a loud gasp coming from you at the sudden feeling as your head lands on the pillow beneath you. “fuck…” 

“that’s my girl. let all those pretty noises out.” sophia’s breath is hot against your lips as she whispers. “let me hear you.” 

her fingers move down away from your clit to your entrance, prodding her index finger before slowly pushing in and smiling at the moan you let out. she merely gives you a few seconds before she starts thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace, leaving you moaning loudly and your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. 

“oh my god!” you cry out, your hand grasping her wrist as she slips a second finger inside of you. “so-sophia,” you whine. you’re grateful you can’t see the look on her face, but you can feel her eyes on you as you writhe around under her at what you were feeling, a smirk on her face as she watches you come undone from her. 

“feels good, huh?” sophia taunts, curling her fingers inside you. “tell me, yn.” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head quickly. 

“words,” she tells you. 

“ye-yes!” you manage to get out. “feels so good– fuck!” 

“she couldn’t make you feel like this, right baby?” 

“no,” you whimper. 

lie. this was nothing like what daniela would’ve done. that’s all that was running through your mind around the pleasure you were regrettably feeling. daniela was attentive. while she wasn’t most of the time, she always was when it came to you and what you were feeling. she would easily be able to tell you weren’t comfortable whereas it appeared sophia didn’t care or even bother to try and tell. this didn’t feel the same. it was supposed to be better, but you were feeling worse. this wasn’t nice. this wasn’t caring. this wasn’t love. this wasn’t love. daniela loved you. sophia just wanted you. it wasn’t love. 

you didn’t even notice the tears brimming in your eyes the more you thought about it, and sophia didn’t seem to notice or care, her fingers still moving mercilessly inside you as you moan and whimper at the feelings. you felt like your body was betraying you. you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this, it wasn’t enjoyable. it was suffocating. the feeling of sophia’s eyes on you, the feeling of your heart aching, the feeling building in the bottom of your stomach. despite not wanting more, your hips rolled against her hand with desperation, as if they had a mind of their own. 

“sophia,” you whimper out. “please,” your voice is already hoarse from moaning. 

“shh,” sophia hushes you. “you’re so tight around me, you gonna cum? huh?” her free hand grabs your cheeks again making your eyes open. 

no. 

“yes,” you croak. 

stop. stop. stop. the words repeated in your head but never left your mouth out of fear how she would react. she would freak out, you knew it. she was waiting for so long, so how dare you be one to tell her to stop? it’s not like she would if you said it anyway. you start feeling the tears rolling down your cheeks, your moans being mixed with cries as sophia coos at you. 

“aw, my poor baby. is it too much?” her voice is far from caring, more taunting as if she liked seeing the tears trail down your face. “you want me to stop? you’re so close, baby. you really don’t want me to make you feel good?” she tilts her head to the side. 

“please…” is all you can get out. 

“please what?” she asks, a smile slowly creeping on her face. 

“p-please, sophia,” you practically sob. “I-i-”

“shh,” sophia lets go of your face, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “don’t worry, i’ll make sure you won’t remember how she made you feel.” 

“w-wait!” your other hand grabs her arm, nails digging into her skin as her fingers hit your g-spot repeatedly. you throw your head back, feeling your orgasm approaching with more tears streaming down your face. the second sophia curls her fingers again, you let out a loud whine and cum over her fingers. 

“good girl.” sophia smiles wickedly at you. “that’s my girl.” she slowly pulls her fingers out from you, licking them clean and looking at you under her. 

tears are still seeping from your eyes and you cover your face with your hands, feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions hitting you at once. you fucked up. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. it wasn’t supposed to go this way. it was supposed to be different. 

you can hear a scoff come from sophia and feel the bed get lighter, but you don’t care enough to move your hands away from your face. you hear the bathroom door open and close, and then a click, meaning it had been locked. 

when you pull your hands away from your face and your sobs have quietened a little bit, you can hear the shower running. sitting up slowly, you glance around and feel the ache in your body again. quietly getting up, you grab your clothes quickly put them back on, and grab your phone before leaving the room. 

walking down the stairs, you make it to the front door and slip your shoes on, not caring enough to tie them before stepping outside. you walk to the curb and sit down, looking at your phone and going to a certain contact of someone you hoped would help you out. 

it rings for a few seconds, and then you hear it being picked up, and a voice comes through.

“yn?” 

“manon,” you sob, feeling the tears well in your eyes again. “i need your help. i-i fucked up.” 

“where are you?”

“sophia’s,” you answer. “please hurry, i-i need t-to get out of here p-please.” your sobs make it hard for you to speak, but it’s clear enough for manon to understand and know what’s going on.

“i’ll be there in ten minutes.” 

“thank you.”

just like she said, in ten minutes you saw manon’s car pull up and you quickly get up and hurry over to it as she unlocks the door, and you climb inside, shutting the door behind you. 

manon sits in the driver seat, clearly looking as if she had just woken up or was about to go to sleep, but she immediately looks awake when she sees the sight of you. “yn, what the hell happened?”

when you look over at her, the sight of your red puffy eyes tells her enough, but not the whole story. “i-i’ll explain. just drive, please.” 

“okay.” she nods, not wasting another second and driving off. 

…

“are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” manon asks you, parked in front of your and dani’s apartment. “i don’t think you should be alone right now.” 

you meekly shake your head, unbuckling your seatbelt. “no, it’s alright. i have to do some things anyways.” 

“at midnight?” manon questions. “how are you going to get her out?”

“i’ll figure it out,” you answer quietly. “we have some cash in case of this.” 

“bail money?” manon inquires. 

“you could say that,” you nod. “mainly just for emergencies.”

“won’t she be mad at you?” manon says, and you turn and give her a look making her raise her hands in surrender. “i’m just saying.” 

“i know,” you sigh, looking down. “but, i have to try. i know she won’t make it more than a week in there.” 

“well, you’re right about that.” manon nods. 

a moment of silence fills the car, and your hand pushes the door open right as manon’s grabs your shoulder. “hey.” you look over at her. 

“i’ll always be here for you, okay? you’ve been through a lot. if you ever need me like tonight, just call. i’ll always answer, okay?” she looks at you with a genuine expression in her eyes. 

“okay.” you nod. “thank you, manon.” 

manon shakes her head. “there’s no need. text me if anything happens, okay? i’ll deal with sophia.”

your eyebrows furrowed together at her last words. “what are you going to do?”

“don’t worry, nothing too bad. i’ll leave that for dani.” she smiles at you. “get some sleep, alright? i’ll stop by in the morning.” 

“okay,” you say with a nod. climbing out of the car, manon gives a short wave as do you before walking up to the apartment. 

unlocking the door and stepping inside, you’re met with an empty apartment. there were some things scattered around, probably from the police when they came in, making you sigh shortly. you start cleaning what’s been moved or tossed aside, grumbling under your breath about the lack of respect despite you being more than helpful. 

once everything was back in its normal place, you sit on the bed in the bedroom. it’s quiet. it’s never this quiet. it’s almost uncomfortable. well, not almost. it was uncomfortable. to not hear the tv playing, to not hear a lighter flicking, to not hear her voice. pulling on the sleeve of your shirt, you can feel the tears welling in your eyes again while you look around at the empty space. 

“god…” you mumble, a few tears falling. 

all you could think about as you sat there in silence was that it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. it wasn’t supposed to go this way. it was supposed to be a happy ending, that’s what sophia promised you. she promised everything would be okay once you did it. but, you did. and nothing was okay. it was far from okay. you were far from okay. 

with your heart aching, and tears staining your cheeks, you fell asleep curled up in a ball at the edge of the bed feeling worse than you had going through all of this. you wanted her back. you wanted to change things. you wanted to yell at sophia for making you do it. you wanted to yell at yourself for being naive enough to believe the girl you thought was your best friend. you hated yourself for thinking it would work out. you should’ve known better. you should’ve listened to dani, just talk it out. then maybe you wouldn’t be in this position now. 

but, maybe things had to get worse before they could get better. 

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter four:

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➴ warnings: angst, jealousy, insecurities

➴ word count: 3.9k

➴ author’s note: this is a mess, soph and jack are a mess, quinn’s a sweetheart, grace’s funny af and i’ve reached 100 followers today. can’t even describe how happy i am with the attention IYLM,LMK is getting. i adore u all so much and i hope u stick with me for a while. prepare your seatbelts because shit is about to hit the fan. :,)

SOMETHING changed between you and Jack that day at the Skims set, a week ago.

You finally realized that you are, very much, in love with Jack Hughes. Which was something that you never, in a million years, would’ve guessed. Because, what; you told yourself you’d never get your heart shattered again, yet here you were, walking straight (and worse: willingly) into a trap, falling in love with the man whore of the Devils team.

Despite all of the mean things your mind wanted to tell you, you just forced yourself to remember that not every man is like your cheater ex boyfriend and that not every man would completely crush your heart and tear it apart.

And even though you wouldn't put your hand on the fire and say that he felt the same way as you, if he didn’t, that man was good at pretending. Because no way in hell he’d take all of his fuck buddies to their family lake cabin to throw a Halloween party.

“This is crazy, Jack, you are in the middle of the season, and I’m in the middle of releasing something…” you started, watching as the car took a turn. “Also, how the fuck did you manage to organise a party in, like, thirty minutes?”

“Uh. I’m literally a NHL player. What did you expect?” He scoffed, so full of himself it was almost impossible to stand. You rolled your eyes. “And it’s just a night. I’m not screwing everything up for having fun for one night only, baby, and neither is you.”

“I guess you’re right.” You mumbled, answering some texts messages on your phone.

“I’m always right.” You rolled your eyes again, watching as he drove with ease. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“My fans have been dying for me to dress up as Rapunzel, so I might as well please them.” You shrugged, locking your phone and putting it on your pocket.

“I don’t know about them but I am definitely pleased with the idea.” He smirked.

“You’re just horny, Hughes. Happens to the best of us.”

“Or you’re just pretty. Happens to some of us.”

You laughed, cheeks warm and heart beating fast. “You’re a flirt, Jack Hughes. I missed that. Is it always this crazy during the season?”

“Like you can’t even imagine. My life is just games, working out, eating plain shit and practice for seven months straight.”

“And you love every second of it, don’t you?”

He smiled, white teeth making the view seem a whole lot brighter. “I do, yes. It’s like… the only thing that makes me feel truly alive.”

“Yeah, I know what it feels like,” you whispered. “I feel like that when I’m on the stage too. It’s just… I don’t know. Makes me feel good.”

“I like seeing you on stage,” he nodded and you raised your brow. “What? I do, really. That concert I went to with Nico was fun. Besides, watching you dance with those little dresses of yours is something else.”

“Boo, you’re just an idiot!” You laughed. “But thank you, Jackie bear.”

“Sophia, Jesus, do not call me that,” he whined, but the smile was still on his lips. “Gross.”

“Okay, Jackie bear, whatever you want, honeypot.”

“Sophia!”

— ♡

THE cabin was packed with people, and you were amazed with how fast people arrived, even with the short notice.

You were waiting for Grace to finish getting ready— she would be wearing a Tiana costume, matching your Rapunzel one— so you both could go downstairs and enjoy the party.

“Jack’s going to have a heart attack when he sees you with that little skirt,” Grace said, while applying lip gloss on her plump lips.

“Yeah, about that… I might need to talk to you about something.” You started, crossing your legs.

She stared at you through the mirror, raising her eyebrows. “Go on, Pinky Pie.”

“I thought we’d established that I’m Twilight and you’re my Mordecai?” You giggled, making Grace laugh too.

“I guess we can pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars…” she sighed. “Go on, then, baby. We don’t have all night.”

“So. I may or may have a thing for Jack. Actually, maybe more than just a thing. Think I’m in love, to be honest,” you waited to see her reaction, not expecting her to jump out of the vanity and start twirling around the room, making you laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Are you joking?” She looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “I just won two hundred bucks!”

Confusion took over your face. “What do you mean?”

“I told Nico that you’d be in love with Jack by the end of October and he said you’d be in love with him by the end of November, and since you confessed it now— perfect timing, by the way— I get my two hundred bucks!” She started dancing and jumping, like she wasn’t a nepo baby.

“Grace! What the hell, this is serious!” You raised your arms.

She sat back on the bed.

“Girl, no it isn’t. Just go to him and say: hey, buddy, here’s a secret not so secret: I’m in love with you.” She shrugged. “Just don’t sing the Airplanes song, please. That’s, like, our thing.”

“Grace, I— I can’t even— what the hell,” you wanted to run your hands through your hair, but you remembered that you were wearing extensions and a tiara. So you stick with biting your nails instead. “First of all, why the fuck would you and Nico bet on something like this? That doesn’t even make sense. Second, I can’t just go over there, call him and tell him I like him. That’s not how it works.”

“Well, Nico was the one who proposed the idea of betting so that’s on him!” She raised a finger. “And yes, that is literally how it works.”

“You’re forgetting that this is Jack Hughes. A guy who, apparently, can’t stay a week without a pussy and fucked every Jerseywoman who walked on God’s green earth.”

“Ew, don’t say that! You know my mom’s New Jersian…” she sighed, making a disgusted face. You smiled, apologetically. “Okay. I know that Jack’s past may not be the ideal background you want for your baby daddy but hear me out!”

“Baby daddy? What—”

“Jack hasn’t touched anyone else since you guys started… well. Fucking.” She blushes, like she wasn’t calling him your baby daddy not even a minute ago. “And he’s a great, great person. I’ve seen how he looks at you and if that man isn’t in love, then I’m white as a sheet of paper.”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, feeling frustrated. “Harris also seemed like a great guy, and when we got together, everything changed. I don’t want to go through that ever again.”

“I know it hurt, and God knows I’d rather mop the entire ocean than to see you like that again,” she scooched closer, grabbed your hands and pressed her lips together, the REM Beauty lip gloss making her lips look magical. “But you have to give yourself that chance again. It’s been more than a year, and I’ve seen you and Jack together.”

“I know that, but—”

Grace clicked her tongue, a tsc reverberating on the bedroom walls.

“I’m telling you this as someone who isn’t inside that little head of yours,” she whispered, holding your hands tighter. “You and Jack together? Girl, that’s meant to be. That’s like Achilles and Patroclus, Romeo and Juliet, Hazel and Gus—”

“Girl, what the hell, can’t you find a couple who at least one of them is still alive?” You scoffed.

“Sorry, I just love depressing stories…” she apologized before starting talking again. “That’s not the point, anyway, Miss Girl and you know it! Fuck whatever your head is telling you, Soph: you deserve to be loved and you deserve to love.”

“I didn’t say I love h—” she put a hand over your mouth, interrupting you.

“You don’t have to. I know you, Soph, and the look you get on your face whenever you talk to him, or even better, talk about him, is enough for me,” she kissed your cheek, quickly wiping the lip gloss stain on your face. “And let me tell you a secret, honeybun, he has the same look on his face.”

You smiled, cheeks carmesim and heart full. Thanking Grace for saying all of this wasn’t enough, you needed to buy her a house on the beach with a very naked Nico Hischier inside of it. Maybe that’s what you were going to do.

If only you knew how to convince Nico to be naked at a beach house, you’d certainly—

Someone knocked on the door, and you both got up, surprisingly fast, remembering that you were not alone and that there was a whole party happening downstairs.

Opening the door, you faced Jack who looked way too hot with his own jersey. Of course he’d be wearing a Jack Hughes, NHL Player costume. Of fucking course.

“You were taking too long up here so I came to check on you but maybe we’ll be here for a bit longer.” He smirked, hands finding your corset-covered waist instantly.

“Hum—”

“Excuse me, Mr. I-can’t-keep-myself-in-my-pants, I’m still here.” Grace yelled behind you, and you watched as his entire face showed his annoyance.

“Yeah, I can see. Feel free to leave, though,” he rolled his eyes, holding your right hand and twirling you around. “You look so pretty, baby.”

Your entire face felt like a fireplace but you still smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.”

“You both are disgusting, excuse me,” Grace walked past the both of you, mumbling something about checking in with her husband.

“Let’s go.” He offered you his hands, which you promptly held.

Going downstairs, you were surprised with how full the house was. Like, there were at least fifty people there, which seemed insane for a cabin, no matter how large it was.

Jack dragged you around, saying “hi” to every person you walked by, true to his NHL playboy persona. To your amusement, some people also acknowledged you. Mostly some girls and a few guys. It was nice.

“Sophia!” You heard a shout and immediately knew who it was. Trevor Zegras, wearing a pirate costume, which was just an excuse for him to be shirtless, really. One of the most annoying people you’ve ever met. Truthfully. “Damn, I’d climb that tower for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d push you down that shit, Zegras, fuck off.”

Jack laughed softly beside you, moving until you were both sitting on the couch. Quinn, Luke, Nico, Grace and Zegras were all there, talking with a few people you didn't know the name of.

“You can't say you don’t like me without trying me first.” Trevor suggested, looking directly at your face. You showed him your middle finger.

“No one wants to try you, Zegras, now fuck off,” Jack stated before sipping on the beer he stole from Luke, who was dressed as a cooking chef. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

“See, this is why Quinn’s my favorite Hughes,” he mumbled, smiling at Quinn. “Anyway, Soph knows where the heat’s at.” Pointing at himself, Zegras moved on to the girl on his right, who seemed awfully pleased to be his second option.

“Asshole.” You heard Jack mutter under his breath and you giggled, amused.

“Be nice. He’s just… in heat, I guess,” you shrugged, already used to Zegras’ comments. Every time you saw him, he had something new to add to the list. Usually, you’d tell him to fuck off, and he would.

“He’s a pain in my ass, that’s what he is.” Jack bickered, pouting like a ten-year-old child. You found it cute.

“Poor Jackie, huh?”

“Shut up, Soph.” He smiled, blue eyes bright and kind.

Now that you knew what those backflips your heart did every time you saw him smile meant, it was much harder to control them.

Confessing to Jack would break the no-strings-attached arrangement that you both had silently made. It would meant either dating him and having your happily ever after (even if you hardly believed in those) or having your heart broken (again) by a really nice guy who just wanted to fuck you.

Besides that, you were both well-known people, especially you. You remember all too well when you were at home, chilling after a concert, and you got several texts from your friends and family, regarding a bunch of pictures of Harris kissing another girl at a bus stop station. A fucking bus stop station.

The situation dragged on for months, every time you’d post something, people would mention the fact that your ex was a cheater, you had been cheated on and that somehow you deserved to get cheated on; because of the things you sang, because of the clothes you were. Just a shit show with an even shittier audience.

“Hey,” you heard Jack’s voice beside you, and you turned your head around, looking at him. “Where'd you go?”

“Nowhere,” you smiled; it didn’t reach your eyes. Jack seemed to be ready to talk back when a girl— brunette with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen— threw herself at his lap.

“Jackieeee.” She whined, kissing his cheek. “I missed you.”

You could tell she was a little tipsy, but even so, it made your stomach ache anyway. That ugly, shattering feeling of feeling like less than less came back, and it was as if you could feel the narrator of your story preparing himself to repeat the same shit again. Here’s Sophia again, the girl who likes to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrests.

“Hi…” Jack sounded unsure, something he rarely did. You looked at Grace, and she looked right back at you. Only then you realized that basically everyone was staring at you.

“You don’t remember me?” The girl sounded like she was pouting and you cringed. She was so close to you, sitting on his lap, that her left thigh was brushing against your arm. “That’s fine. I’ll make sure to be unforgettable this time, baby.”

“Wow, I think that’s it for me,” you muttered, getting up from the couch, moving to the kitchen without looking back. You knew that you’d throw up if you did; not because of Jack and Mrs. Unforgettable, but because of the pity stares you knew people were giving you. It sucked.

You also knew that if you stayed inside the house for too long, you’d end up drunk and pissed off. And you didn’t want that. So you did the only thing that you knew would put your mind in the right place again: going to the lake.

You walked outside, feeling the cold breeze hit your face and legs and arms and— everywhere, really. You should have worn a sweatshirt, but now it was too late to go back. You’d rather turn into a popsicle than to go back there and watch that again.

Sitting on the dock, you watched the lake in front of you, listening to the sounds of insects and trees moving. It was a nice view, but probably nicer in the summer. Right now it just looked like a Criminal Minds crime scene.

Lost in thoughts, you didn’t hear the steps coming from behind you. “You’re gonna get sick.”

Letting out a scream, you turned around, facing Quinn, who was wearing a pilot costume, with a scowl on your face.

“Sweet Jesus, Quinn, what the hell,” you put your hand on your barely covered chest, taking a deep breath. “Don’t you know how to, I don’t know, make noise while you walk?”

“I did that, actually, you just didn’t hear it,” he sat down beside you, handing you a Canucks sweatshirt. “Thought you’d get cold.”

You smiled, thanking him and putting it on, trying not to ruin your hair and makeup.

“Thank you, Quinn. That’s nice. Go Canucks!” You raised your hand, making a fist bump, hearing his soft chuckle beside you. You sighed. “I don’t know if you’re here to try to make me feel better or anything like that, but you don’t have to. I’m fine, really.”

“I’m just here because you needed a sweater and because it’s kinda creepy to be here alone. Nothing else, I promise.”

You looked at him, once again surprised with the Hughes men. But then, they were raised by Ellen, so you shouldn’t really be surprised.

You nodded, choosing not to say anything, just feeling the breeze on your face, a million thoughts in your head.

Now what? What would you even say to Jack? Hey, yeah, I know that when we started this we said that we didn’t want to fall in love but guess what! I’m in love with you.

And what would he even say to you? It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like you back. He’d probably say something like yeah, you fucked up our arrangement now I’ll have to find someone else to fuck every week. You were fun, though! and move on with his life.

And you’d move on with yours, just like you did before. The thing is, you didn’t want to move on again. You spent five years into your twenties trying to move on from things and it was tiring as hell. Moving on from broken friendships? Tiring. Moving on from toxic people? Tiring. Moving on from your cheater boyfriend? Tiring and humiliating.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Quinn throwing rocks at the lake, laughing when he couldn’t make them float like he intended to. He looked at you with that tired expression of his, and smiled back.

“Great album, by the way,” he blurted out of nowhere.

You frowned. “Thank you, I guess. Did someone leak it?”

“No,” he laughed, shortly. “Jack talked about it in our family group chat a while ago. Ma asked about you and he went on rambling about it, which was really funny. He was like, putting on his uniform before practice and recording a voice note at the same time, which he never does. And then he went full rambling about all of the songs and how shitty your ex was. Sorry about that,”

You looked at Quinn like he had grown two more heads, four more arms and five more legs. You had no idea Jack talked about your songs with his family. At all.

You wanted to ask more about it to Quinn so bad but you were kinda scared about what you were going to hear in response. Does Jack talk about me?

About you? Yeah, and a lot of other girls too.

“Sure,” you mumbled. “Yeah, Harris was a dick,”

“I liked some of his movies but now he’s banned from my watchlist forever.” Quinn announced like the statement didn’t make your heart break and mend at the same time, his tone calm and distant. “It’s good that you found something to channel your pain though. I do that a lot during my games.”

“Singing for me is like breathing. I’ve done it since I was, like, eight or even younger,” you nodded to yourself, looking at the stars above you. “This album means a lot to me, in a lot of ways. So thank you for telling me this.” You smiled, not sure if he could see it. He was also looking at the stars.

“Don’t need to say ‘thank you’. You have a gift, Sophia. I hope you know that,” he stretched himself, yawning and wrapping his arms around his middle. “I wish I could write songs but I suck at that.”

“Why do you sound like you’ve tried that already?” You smirked, fucking with him.

Or at least you thought you were, because Quinn went quiet, which confirmed your suspicions.

“What!” You looked at him, throwing your arms up. “Have you written songs before?”

“I was thirteen, okay? I just thought that maybe if I didn’t make it to the NHL, I could at least be a rapper or something.” He shrugged, again, which only made you start laughing. “I know, it’s funny. Thankfully, I made it to the NHL.”

“I don’t know, it’d be great to make a song with you,” you said, playfully, before realising something. “Oh my God, Quinn. That’s what I need!”

“What?” He smirked. “Make a song with me? I don’t think that’s a great idea—”

“No, not a song with you. Just a song. I need to write,” You nodded to yourself, getting up and fixing your skirt with your hands. “Do you think I could get a cab here? I came with Jack and I think he’s…” you bit your lip. Focus. Write the song; it will all be better. “Busy. And Grace needs to have her fun, too. She’s been working nonstop.”

“A cab? Soph, it’s like midnight,” he got up, too, standing in front of you. “I can take you home. It’s no biggie.”

“What? No! Enjoy the party! I’ll just try to catch an Uber or something.” You went to grab your phone, just to remember that you left it at the cabin. “Ugh, fuck, I need to go inside again.”

“I will take you home, no need for Ubers or anything like that. Just tell me where your things are and I’ll pick them up for you. I’ll talk to Grace on my way there.” He affirmed, walking with you towards the cabin, the loud music slowly filling up your ears again.

“That’s… so nice,” you breathed, more grateful than you’d like to admit. “Thank you, Quinn, seriously. I owe you.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “Wait a second here, please.”

You did, and it wasn’t long until he showed up with your backpack, your phone and a very worried Grace beside him.

“Girl, what the hell?” She yelled, probably not even realizing how loud she sounded. “I’ve been looking for you like crazy and out of nowhere Quinn shows up with your stuff, saying he will get you home.”

“I have to write a song.” You reasoned, raising your shoulders.

Grace stared at you for what felt like forever, until she pressed her lips on your forehead and sighed. “Alright. I’m not even going to ask. Be safe, please, and remember that I’m only a phone call away.”

“Thank you, I love you.” You kissed her back, following Quinn on the way to his car, not bothering to look back.

Jack was probably busy anyway.

— ♡

HANDS around the guitar, you replayed the same melody you’ve been playing for five hours straight now.

You arrived home at one thirty in the morning, and even though you were awfully tired, you had to get the lyrics, the feelings, the emotions out of you. Fuck sleeping.

You offered your guest room for Quinn but he just shook his head, saying that he’d crash at his parents’. You made him call you when he arrived there so you knew he was safe, which he promptly did.

After that, you made yourself tea and sat in your home studio, writing obsessively. It had been a long time since the last time you had a song practically written in your head, and honestly, you couldn’t tell if that was good or not.

What you knew, though, is that now, five hours later, seven a.m. in the morning, you had a song. Bad for Business. You sent it to your producer and Grace before laying on your bed and drifting away immediately, the exhaustion taking over you.

[softblackbird]

Numb

Summary: Leah and Sophia´s relationship take a hit when one of them gets a high risk injury.

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I live for games like this. Every Chelsea-Manchester City confrontation was already exciting, fighting for the top of the league made it more intense, more physical, every atack turning into a battle.

The grass beneath my boots felt slick with dew, the floodlights overhead casting long shadows across the pitch. The roar of the crowd was a distant hum in my ears, my focus locked on the ball as it darted between players. We were pushing hard, pressing their defense, and I can feel the momentum shifting in our favor.

I sprint down the right wing, my heart pounding in rhythm with my steps. The ball was coming my way, a perfect cross from the other side of the field. All I had to do was make a little jump to stop it with my chest, I could already see the opening—a quick touch, and I'd have a clear shot on goal.

But none of that gets to happen.

I barely register the defender jumping behind me until it was too late. Her body came in hard and fast, and I feel the impact. Her knee collided with my lower back, and a sharp, searing pain shot up my whole body.

Crack

That's all I hear, the sound of the fans cheering long gone.

My balance falter, and I go down hard, the world tilting as I hit the ground.

The pain was immediate and all-consuming. I scream my heart out, raising one of my hands to the bench.

It wasn't the dull ache of a bruise or the sharp sting of a scrape—this was something deeper, something feels horribly wrong. I clutch my lower back instinctively, the throb of agony radiating through me with every heartbeat.

"Fuck" I hiss through clenched teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment.

Around me, the game continue for a few more seconds before the referee's whistle pierced the air. I can hear footsteps approaching, hurried and heavy. Lucy was by my side in an instant.

"Kid, you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern. 

"My back... it's..." I can´t finish the sentence. The words were caught in my throat, tangled with the rising panic that I was trying desperately to suppress. 

The team physio was next to arrive, her kit bag slung over her shoulder as she kneel down to assess the damage. "Where's the pain?" Laura asks, her voice calm and professional.

Where's the pain? Everywere. My whole body was feeling like I was on fire, I certantly can't be on fire, right? I can feel it everywere exept for- wait. 

I don't feel it everywere. 

Why can't I feel it everywere? 

"I- I can't feel my legs"  I mutter, barely able to get the word out. "I can't-"

Lucy, who is crouching by my side, looks up to the physio with horror in her eyes. Laura nods, her hands moving with practiced efficiency, she gently prodded and pressed around my back. I wince, biting down hard on my lip to keep from yelling. Lucy's hand on my shoulder was the only comfort i can feel.

"Alright," she says after a moment, her expression unreadable. "We're going to get you off the field."

Two more staff members appear with a stretcher, and my heart sank. I can feel the weight of the crowd's eyes on me, the murmurs of concern rippling through the stands. My own teammaters watching from the distance doing the same.

The pain was so unbeareble I can no longer understand what was happening.

"Soph, I need to turn you around so we can get you on the stretcher, okay?" Laura´s voice capture my attention

I manage to make a small nod. I bit down hard on my lip as different hands grabbed me to start moving my upper body, but even the smallest move sent fresh wave of pain through my entire back. 

"Stop, stop, stop" I beg, the doctors begin to move faster "Please stop" 

"We are almost there Soph, you are doing great" Laura says, her voice gentle in a desperate attempt to soothe me.

I couldn´t control the grunt I made when my back hit the stretcher. 

All I can feel was pain, all the time, everywhere. Everywhere exept for my legs. Why can't I feel them?

That is the only thought that keeps in my mind while they carry me to the locker room. 

"Laura, I can't feel them" I repeat the same thing over and over again.

"I know kid, we are going to do some tests, alright?"

I lift my head just in time to see her take my boots off and grab my foot with her hand.

"Can you wiggle your toes for me?"

I try with all the strenght I have left to move something, anything. My mind only focusing in getting my toes to move.

And it completly breaks me when all I can see was my unmoving foot, and when I look at her I knew she wasn't feeling anything either. I lay my head back on the stretcher, tears streaming down my face for the first time since the hit.

"We are going to the hospital to make more scans, its normal to feel some numbness after that hit" her tone was calm, her hand beggan to stroke my hair "Don't overthink it just yet, okay?" I nodd

My arms cover my eyes, in an attempt to hyde myself under them, bringing me into the darkness. 

Leah's POV

Soph

Hey

17:08

Saw what happened

17:08

You alright?

17:09

Call me when you can

17:45

Delivered

That was the last message I sent her before I went out the field. Two hours ago. Me and the girls were watching the Chelsea game on our way to the stadium, when we saw her going down.

Going down and not being able to get up. Two hours, and still no answer. 

I was still sitting on my cubby, full kit, boots still on, not caring about the post match celebrations that were happening in the changing room. My full attention was on my phone, searching on the internet for some news. My concern only growing by the minute, I step outside of the room to call Millie.

"Leah" Her voice echo through the receiver.

"Mills thank god." I breath "I saw what happend. Are you with her? Is she alright?"

"I don't know Le." I can hear her shaky voice "I'm in the hospital right now, they are still doing some scans. But It doesn't look good" 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Were you able to talk to her?"

"No. I came here as soon as the match ended." There was a long pause between us, not really knowing what to say "I really think you should come Leah" 

I nodd, even though I know she can't see it. 

"Okay, I'll be there. Can you send me the location?" 

"Yeah" 

I don't remember how I arrive to the hospital, my mind full of thoughts, my legs working on pure instinct. 

The only faces I recognize when I arrive were the ones of Millie and Lucy, standing at the end of the hall, still wearing their post match clothes. Some of the Chelsea's staff members were standing outside a room chatting with a doctor. 

"She is in there." Lucy points with her head the door facing us. "They can let us in once they talk to her" 

I watch as the doctor opens the door to step inside the room, I desperatly poked my head to try and see some fraction of her body, something that tells me that she is alright. But the door closes before I can see anything. 

"What did they said?" Millie asks one of the physios.

"She has a transverse process fracture of the third lumbar vertebra. There's damage to the nervous system, so that explains the numbness she was feeling on her legs"

I lay my back on the nearest wall, not being able to process everything that I was hearing. I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. This can't be happening. That was it? Is this the end of her career? Will she not be able to play football again? 

"Will she be able to walk again?" Lucy asks, fearing for the answer

"She is going to need a lot of physical therapy, but I know she will" her eyes founds mine "Its going to be a very long and painful recovery, she will need help" 

I nod with tears in my eyes, not being able to form any words. 

"Thank you Laur" Millie says while hugging her.

The three of us sit on the chairs nearby to wait for the doctor to come out of the room. To tired to speak to one another, embracing the silence as our new companion. I text my mother to let her know what was happening, in also a desperate way to ask her for some comfort. 

"What are you thinking of, Le?" Lucy lays a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I can't believe this is happening" my eyes were still staring at the door "I mean, why now? At the peak of her career" 

"She will recover from this"

"I know she will. But at what cost, Lucy?" I turn around to look at her "Being away for this long breaks you, you know that" 

"She's got you." her hand strokes up and down my back "And she's got us, she is not doing this alone" 

Our conversation cutting short when we hear the door open, the doctor aproaching as we stand up.

"I explained her condition to her, got the nerves to calm down a little. She is going to spend the night here for observation and tomorrow will be able to go home, okay?" The three of us nodded "She will need to fully rest for the next 7 days, after that she will beggin with the physical therapy."

"Can we see her now?" I ask, impatient. 

"Of course, she was in a lot of pain so we got to administrate her some painkillers. You may find her asleep, but you can keep her company" 

"Thank you, Doctor" Millie says as he walked off

"Guys, you can go now. I got her from here" I say, my voice tired.

Lucy's half open eyes shot me a glare "You sure? We can go in with you" 

"Lucy, you can bearly keep your eyes open, both of you are. Go home, you can come by tomorrow" 

"Ok, but don't even hesitate to call us if you need anything" Lucy says, while embracing me in a warm hug. 

"I won't, thank you guys"

I grabb the handle of the door and before I turn it, I take a long breath, my eyes shut close, trying to compose myself before going in. To try and be strong, for her. 

Once I enter, my entire weight goes lighter the moment I look at her. I can feel every though that was haunting my mind, evaporate. Eyes close, slow breathing, laying on a bed that made her look smaller than she was. An oxygen mask covering half of her face, and IV plugged in her right hand.

And even that way, she was still the most beatiful girl I've ever seen. 

I move around the room in silence, scared of making the tiniest sound that could wake her, I sit on the chair next to her bed. I grabb her hand, interwining our fingers in a gentle embrace. To let her know, even in her deep sleep, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. 

I gently lay my head on the matress, next to her legs. I beggin to lose the battle with exhaustation as my eyelids close, but only wanting to look at her peaceful face a little while longer. Well aware that in a couple of hours, all that she was going to feel was rough pain. 

My body aches from the match, my mind felt heavy with untranquilizer thoughts. The quiet ambience of the hospital and the sound of the beeping monitor lull me to sleep. Not even realizing I drifted off when I feel a gentle hand stroking my head. 

When I open my eyes the first thing I look for is her. Still lying on the bed, this time with her eyes half open, a small smile on her lips, her finger caressing my cheek. 

"Hey" I say, my voice rough from sleeping. 

She gave me another smile, the hearing of my voice soothing her "They got me good" a small fog apeared on her mask when she speaks.

I prop my myself up on one elbow so I can look at her properly "They did. How are you feeling now?" 

"I can't feel them Le" her voice quiver, realizing all over again what was happening to her. 

"I know" I lay a gentle hand on her arm, in a desperate way to bring her some calm "You'll be alright. I'm here now, okay?" 

She nods with her eyes closed, careful not to spill any tears. A classic move of her. To pretend that nothing hurts in front of others, suffering in the privacy of her own company. 

"Why don't you sleep for a little while? It's still early"

"Hurts" she mumbles, not being able to form a full sentence. 

"Want me to page the nurse?"

She shakes her head through gritted teeth, careful not to move to much to send her body more pain.

"Just want you" she opens her eyes, waiting for my reaction. 

I smile at her confession, lifting myself from the chair and sitting on the edge of the bed "Okay" I lay a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently "Try and get some sleep for me, okay? I'm not going anywhere" she closes her eyes again, laying her hand on my thigh, trying to get as close to me as she can. 

The next few hours were hard. For both of us. They said it was going to be a painful recovery, but none of us expect this kind of painful. Every toss and turn of her body put her in an unexplainable amount of pain, every grunt or cry she made sent daggers to my heart. I couldn't do anything but be with her, grabbing her hand in a strong grip, repeating the same words: I'm here.

The travel back to my place was everything but pleasent. I needed the help from my mother and a nurse to put her on a wheelchair, her body so weak we had to treat her properly to not make it worse.

We guide her as gentle as possible to the back of my car, sitting myself next to her, letting my mum drive us to the apartment. As soon as we laid her in my bed she was out, the travelling and the movement worning her out. I beggin to wander around my apartment, making sure we got everything she needs when she wakes up. 

"Leah" my mother stops my rambling "Go take a shower, I got her"

"Mum I-" I beggin to protest

"She is sleeping Bubb, nothing is going to happen" She aproachs me, caressing my face with her hands "You need to take care of yourself too" I close my eyes giving her a gentle nod.

I didn't know how much I needed that shower once the first droplets of water landed on my body. I take a long and hot one, the one that makes you dizzy once you step out, hopping that the high temperature will erase the tension my body was feeling. Once I came out my apartment was sparkling, the laundry no longer in the basket, the dishes clean and dry, the smell of freshly made food was invading the whole floor.

"You didn't have to mum" I tell her once I stepped on the kitchen.

She turns around with a small smile on her face.

"Is the least I could do for you two" she continues to stir the pot. My eyes beggin to fill with tears, realising how much I need her in times likes this, her presence a constant comfort. "I really need to go home now. Are you alright to finish this up?"

I nodd "Yeah, don't worry mum. Go home"

"I love you, baby. Call me if you need anything, okay?" she circles my body with her arms.

I hug her for a long time, wanting to stay protected under the warm arms of my mother. But it was time for grown up Leah to step up now. 

--

For the next few days, I couldn't take my eyes off of her for a minute, staying on alert to every single thing she needed. She needed help sitting up, she needed help going to the bathroom, even to roll her around on the bed. And I know it was begging to frustrate her, since she was not speaking, at all. Only nodding or shaking her head if needed. 

"The girls are asking if they are okay to come over" I try

She dosen't bother to look at me, her eyes looking straight forward to the tv, making a shrugging gesture.

"C'mon, It will make you feel good"

She closes her eyes and take a deep breath, in clear annoyance.

"I'm trying here Soph" I confess after a moment of silence "I'm trying to make you feel better. I know I can't take the pain you are feeling right now, but I want to make things easier."

She stays with her eyes close.

After a minute of pure silence again, my patience was beggining to wear out. "That's all I'm getting from you? Your silence?" 

"I don't want to argue with you right now Leah" she opens her eyes again.

"We are not arguing, we are having a conversation" I gently grab her cheeks and turn her to face me "Talk to me, please" I plea, my eyes searching for hers "I want to know how you are feeling. I want you to verbalize it, with words, not just with gestures. If you are angry and you want to scream and fight with me, that's alright. And if you are feeling devastated and want to cry your eyes out, that's okay too. What is not okay is you shutting me out, It's not helping you and it's not helping me either. Let yourself feel. It kills me to look at you like this, so I want to help you in everything that I can, okay?"

"Okay" she gives me a gentle smile.

I pull her body closer, cradling her head to my neck, giving a short kiss to her forehead. Hoping that she finds some peace in my embrace.

--

After a while, my eyelids fluttered as I began to stir, the sound pulling me from the depths of sleep. At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me. But then I hear it again, this time louder: a gasping, labored breath. My chest pressing onto the matress, facing her body. I open my eyes in an instant.

"Soph?" I mumble, my voice thick with sleep. I prop myself up blinking against the dimness. My eyes adjusting quickly, and there she is, trying to sit uptight to press her back to the headboard. Her body trembling like a taut wire, shoulders rising and falling in uneven jerks.

I reach out, my hands grabbing her by the elbows to lift her up propperly. Her hand grabs my shirt and yank it desperatly. 

"Soph, hey, what's wrong?" 

Her breath was catching in her throat as if the air itself had betrayed her. I gently laid my palms on her cheeks, caughting a glimpse of her wide tear-brimmed eyes.

"I...I can't..." she gasps, her other hand clutching at her chest. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her pajama top "I can't breathe..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I say, my voice low and steady. "You're safe. I'm here."

She shooks her head, her breath hitching again. "It's...it's too much...I—" Her words dissolved into a sob, raw and guttural. She squeezes her eyes shut.

"Love, listen to me," I say firmly but gently, my hands still resting on the side of her face. I grabb her hand that was on me and put it straight to my chest. "I need you to follow my breathing, okay?" I inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion so she could follow. 

Her breaths were shaky, uneven, she was trying to follow my rythm. But she couldn't. She shakes her head despertly, tears spilling out of her eyes. 

My body acts before my mind can process what I´m doing. I pulled my shirt off my head leaving my chest naked, doing the same with her. I gently grabb her by the waist to move her body foward to slide myself behind her, her back pressed to my front. Her body trapped between my legs. 

"Breathe with me," I coax gently "In... out... just like that." I take a deep, audible breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly. 

Her trembling fingers found my hand, clutching it with strength. While my other one was stroking her hair back. The warmth of my body press to hers began to cut through the haze. Her gasps became less frantic, her breaths slowly syncing with mines.

"There you go," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You're doing great. I got you baby."

Tears stream down her face, dampening her cheeks. She squeezes my hand, a silent plea to not let go. 

"You're alright love, It's okay" I kiss her bare shoulder "I got you"

Minutes pass in silence, the only sound was our synchronize breathing. The storm inside her began to subside, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Her muscles relax, though her grip on my hand remain firm.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse. I shake my head, circling her waist with one arm, giving her side a gentle squeeze. 

"What happened?" I put my cheek on her shoulder to look at the side of her face

She took a long breath and shut her eyes. Those beautiful eyes of hers. 

"I-" she clears her voice "I woke up needing to pee.. and I was still drowsy from sleep and the meds." She takes a long pause "My mind forgot that they don't work, and I just began to panic. I don't know." 

I place a gentle kiss on her neck, a simple gesture to remind her; I´m still here, Im not going anywhere.

"What if they dont ever get to work again Leah?" she says, her voice trembling

"Don't think of that"

"It could happen. What then?" her eyes, full of tears, searching mine. 

"Then we will figure it out. Together."

Tears began to flow down her cheeks rapidly, and then, after 3 days she finally said it.

"Im so scared Leah" she breathes.

That was it. So confident of herself Sophia was breaking, and seeing her like that, was it for me. My heart twists.

I shut my eyes, trying not to spread tears of my own. 

"I know you are, love. But you are going to come back from this, stronger than ever. You are going to become the biggest pain in the ass for poor deffenders like me who can't handle you" 

A small smile scape her lips, there she is.

"I got to end up on a fucking wheelchair for you to admit that I'm better than you?" she says with a grin

"Don't push it" 

We lay in silence for a few moments, neither of us capable of breaking the peace we build. 

"Leah?"

"Mmh?"

"This is the moment to back down if you want, I won't feel any remose"

I gently turn her body over to look at her face. 

"Well unfortunatley for you, I'm not going anywhere"

She leans into me and press a gentle, long kiss on my lips. 

We sat there in the quiet, the storm inside her beginning to calm. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, her head resting on my shoulder. The sound of my steady heartbeat became her anchor, a reminder that she wasn't alone.

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This is the first time I write something in english! Let me know what you think.

[whatislovevavy]

Vending Machine Glow on Route 79

Jake Seresin x afab!reader

WC: 2.1k

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Summary: Before leaving for college, you and Jake say goodbye in more ways than one on the last night of your cruel summer. 

Warnings: swearing smut (18+), angst, lots of feelings, friends to lovers to almost strangers, both reader and Jake are 18 and over.

AN: This fic is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s Cruel Summer. It’s been on my mind for a few months and I finally had the time and creativity to write it :) I hope you guys enjoy :)

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

These characters are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

“What time do you have to leave tomorrow?”  

You said as you stared at the ceiling, laying on the cheap motel mattress with Jake, bare beneath the sheets. You didn’t have to ask him what time. You were mentally counting down the seconds till your best friend was leaving you. 

Your first love was leaving you. 

Jake was set to leave for Annapolis in the morning, and you were set for UT Austin in the Fall for journalism. 

“7 AM.” 

His tone lacked the usual joy and cockiness he’d started to develop in highschool. He gently reached out for your hand, running his calloused thumb along the back of it. You gently reached out to cuddle into his side. 

“I’m going to miss you.” 

Your voice choked in your throat, shifting your gaze to Jake Seresin, the farm boy next door who you’d known since you could run. The boy you used to sneak out into the fields and woods to look for frogs and snakes with. The once lanky, awkward teenage boy with braces who used knock on your screen door unannounced, now filled out his highschool football and baseball jersey and had girls batting their eyes at him. 

“I’m going to miss you too, Mooney.”

The nickname always made you smile. One summer during 8th grade, you and Jake had tried to make moonshine in the back of the Seresin farmhouse from some of the ripe strawberries on your family's farm. To say the least, you were far from successful and were both grounded for 2 months. 

But it was one of your most cherished memories with Jake. That, and sneaking off with each of your horses to go swimming in dagger lake in the hot summer months during chore time. The cherished nickname now just made the tears harder to hold back.

“Hey,” Jake soothed, “I’m here, Mooney, I'm here. I'm right here with you.” Your glassy eyes peaked up, meeting his kind, soothing ones. The pad of his thumb gently wiped away your tears. 

You sighed as he gently pulled your lips in for a soft, loving kiss. His hands clutched at your bare hips, rolling you underneath him. He sighed as your nails gently caressed and scratched at his neck and back of his head.

You tried to memorize the way his plush lips felt against your own. After all, you didn't know when you would get to feel them again. 

Jake didn't hurry with his efforts as he clutched at and caressed the slopes and edges of your body he'd always loved. 

Your soft sighs spurred him on, lathing kisses at your neck down to your breasts and areolas, your nipples taut from the friction against Jake's chest and the steady flow of chilled air from the humming AC unit in the corner.

Soft moans left your lips as he gently teased two fingers at your entrance, savoring the feeling of your silken walls around his welcomed digits. Eyes fluttering closed, fingers weaving into his hair as he gently, lovingly worked you towards your release, letting his calloused fingertips run along that extraordinary little spot that had you seeing the familiar, pretty shade of green behind your eyelids. 

He let you come down from your high, littering your lips and neck with tender kisses, like he was trying to memorize the way your skin felt against him. 

You clutched your nails into the back of his neck and flexed shoulders as he eased his cock between your smooth, soft folds, like the love-worn pages of a book that Jake couldn't get enough of. 

“Jake.”

Your sighs made his heart clench and belly stir. 

His hips moving in slow tandem with your own. Each clench of your plush walls made him moan softly, his nose running along the column of your neck, almost as if trying to memorize the soft smell of strawberries that always followed you. 

His hips moved in an uneven tempo, his release tailing your own. The soft whimpers and sighs leaving your perfectly parted lips made it more difficult to keep his pace in check. 

Your hips sputtered underneath him, thighs twitching around his lean waist. His lips crashed against yours as he felt you clutch desperately at his waist and shoulders, your release coming into the world with a cry of his name and a shudder. 

His release followed suit; his body, soul and mind lost in the feeling of you. 

Two people trying to make it in this world, intertwined as one. 

He let his forehead softly rest against your own, breaths weaving together against the cheap sheets of the motel. 

You pouted when he untangled himself from you, turning on the golden light of the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Softly smiling as he gently, lovingly wiped at your tender folds.

He always took care of you after your times together. 

But this time felt different. Off. 

The way he looked at you. He acted as if it was the last time he was going to. Like he was saying goodbye with each tender, soft touch of your body and lips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to keep your bubbling anxiety at bay. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that ?”

His eyes didn't meet yours, instead focusing on the warm feeling of the washcloth on his palm as he continued to gently rub at your inner thighs. 

Your hand stalled his movements. 

“Jake?”

His eyes met yours. But they weren't bright or as mirthful as they had always been; they were glassy and distant.

Your heart beat was quickening by the second. 

“Please talk to me.” 

His heart clenched at your plea. He knew this was going to be one of the most difficult things he'd ever have to do in his life. 

A beat of tense silence passed. 

You swallowed, trying to lighten your tone. “you're acting like this is goodbye…forever.”

He swallowed, feeling tears brimming. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mooney.” He said it so softly that if you were anywhere else, you most likely wouldn't have heard him. 

Your heart stopped and increased in density by a thousand fold. The once lively organ now consuming the life force of everything within its vicinity, your fingertips tingling. 

“I just- with the Navy and everything, and you know how my dad is. I can't come back.” His desperate tone tried to plea a winning case for why this couldn't work. 

“And long distance doesn't work out for a lot of people.” He said softly, tears falling freely now. 

Your lip quivered, body retracting from his once welcoming, warm touch. 

“So you don’t even want to try?” 

The mix of anger and sadness felt so foreign being made from something Jake did. 

He put his face in his hands, shaking it. “I don’t know, Mooney. I just don’t know.” 

You watched with parted lips, trying to find the words to say with the tears budding in your eyes like the strawberry bushes Jake would help you tend to on your family’s farm. 

“It shouldn't be this hard for you to decide what you want with me!” You borderline shouted, frustration mixing with agony like a potent toxin in your soul.

"I thought you loved me?" your wounded, defeated tone made Jake's heart clench. If you weren't so devastated, you would have caught the flinch from the boy in front of you. You knew Jake wanted to be a pilot, more than anything in the world.

But you didn’t think it would cost what you had with him. 

“I need some air, I hope you find what you're looking for because clearly you aren't going to find it with me,” you rasped out, voice thick with emotion, staggering to your feet, finding your clothes littered on the floor, and hastily putting them on.

You half expected the boy that learned to have a response for anything to say something. Anything. 

Stay.

I’m scared, too.

I love you. 

We can figure this out, together. 

But he remained silent as you slammed the door closed behind you; pleading, teary eyes following your body leave behind the cheap wooden door. He didn't even try to stop you. You hurried down the steps to the first level, finding a quiet area near the vending machines and their inviting glow, under the full moon and stars. 

You leaned against the side of the machine, looking at all the near expired, wrapped goodies inside. All the goodies that Jake would have gladly shared with you. Now you weren’t so sure they meant anything. The familiar bubble of anguish and frustration became too much. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

And so you cried. 

You cried for the impending loss of the boy down the dirt road. You cried for the unfairness of your too separate dreams and what would feel like a million miles separating the two of you. You cried for the stark differences in both of your lives that made itself into a wedge between you both. 

But most of all, you cried for the trying times that he didn’t want to try to fight for. 

The ring of the bell above the glass door barely announced your presence to the packed bar. You had needed a break after unpacking the last box in your new home, and if you were going to be living in America’s Finest City, you should at least try to make some new friends. Afterall, you started work at the San Diego Tribune on Monday.

You drew your attention from the packed bar to the woman taking your order at the bar top, with her kind hazel, green eyes and shoulder length brunette hair. She couldn’t have been a day after 40. 

“A rum and coke, please?”

She gave you a nod and kind smile before turning to prepare your drink. Rum and Cokes became your go to during college. Nobody sold strawberry moonshine where you settled.

It wouldn’t taste the same anyway. 

Your eyes drew to the sea of people near the back deck and around the pool tables. The sea of beige military uniforms made your lip quirk. 

Did he ever make it to flight school?

Your chest tightened at the memory of how things ended, and the realization that you hadn’t spoken in almost 15 years. Not since he was set to leave for Annapolis; you didn't show up to see him off, watching his dusty, red truck leave you as he drove away on the dirt road of his family’s ranch from your bedroom window.  The last remnant of him evaporating into the dust his tires kicked up as he left. 

Memories of a simpler time swirled in your mind like the drink in your hand. 

Your ears perked up at the steady bass playing through the speakers. 

Foghat’s "Slow Ride".

Memories of laughter and secret kisses with the farmboy down the road, whose dreams were too big for Texas. 

Too big for you. 

Your lip quirked into a frown as you sighed, taking a drink, eyes drifting to the jukebox in the corner of the bar. A well-built man leaned against it, obviously hitting on the girl with the miniskirt and tank top to his left. From where you sat, you could only make out the blush on the girl’s cheeks, not the identity of the man behind the flirtations. He looked handsome; his strong shoulders, buzzed brunette blond hair at the base of his neck. 

Jake’s hair used to gleam the same way. 

You took a drink from your glass just as the man turned around. To walk to the bar top with the girl in tow. The burning liquid stalling in your throat, your stomach clenching as his features registered. He looked older now, brow lines evident. Definitely taller and more well built than when you saw him leave. He hadn't lost that charming smile, or his handsome green eyes, or the small cluster of freckles on his neck line. Your lip quirked with a wave of intense nostalgia. 

The girl that looked like she was in her mid to late twenties settled at the bar top, separating you from the man that you hadn’t seen or touched since the motel on route 79.

His eyes focused on her, giving her the same dimple-lidden smile you loved seeing in the hayloft during thunderstorms when you both wanted to get away from your families. 

She turned towards the bartender to place her drink order. His gaze flitted from hers to Penny’s. His eyes do a double take on yours. 

His posture straightened, lips parting, eyes staying on yours. Your eyes were held in a trance, placing your glass on the bar top. Before you had time to say anything, years of memories and missed memories took control.  

“Mooney?”

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