#sorry for the late answer i forgot that i only get 15 minutes for a break

[bluejutdae]

Under the surface | Kim Seungmin x you

notes: this is for @chvnmax, cause she deserves a sleeper build Seungmo. Wanna know something fun? I spent 20 minutes on google trying to discover if Seungmin can raise only one eyebrows because ✨credibility✨

Warnings: suggestive.

You left work late and you’re tired, dreaming of a hot bath and the soft comforter on your bed. You have promised Chanbin, though, and there can be multiple things said about you, but you have always kept your promises. So you do what you have to. You send a message to Changbin, informing him you’ll be at the gym in 15 minutes tops, and you send a message to Seungmin, asking how his day was. You only talked to him for 5 minutes in the morning, and that’s not enough Seungmin time for you.

The thing is: you’re crazy about him. He’s your boyfriend, so it’s not weird, but it’s still all so new. So you would love to go directly to his dorm, but you still keep walking towards the gym.

This gym isn’t half bad, it’s clean and bright, there’s never too many people and, when Changbin is not here, the gym instructors are always kind and professional. Today the gym is not too crowded, as usual, and after getting changed into workout clothes you can easily spot Changbin in the room. He’s not alone and it wouldn’t surprise you too much. The surprise lays on the identity of his companion.

Because the fact is that near Changbin, squatting an amount of weight you can’t even start to imagine, is Seungmin.

Seungmin in a tight gray shirt, sweaty and clinging to his back and arms, and black joggers.

He’s mid squat, hands around the barbell, his biceps are bulging and shoulders are bigger than you ever noticed. Despite being together and being attracted to one another, you have never seen each other naked. Seungmin insisted on going slow, to do things properly because when it’s right, you gotta do it right. His words, but you liked the idea of dating and courting, so you had a couple of make out sessions, clothes always on and hands not roaming too much.

Seungmin’s breathy laugh travels to you and a moment later he’s raking his weighted barbell. You might die for a moment: his biceps are to die for and you hyper focus on a drop of sweat descending on his neck.

When the fuck did you boyfriend become a muscular man? You clearly appreciate his lean figure, you like to put your hands on his forearms and caress him, making him shudder and squirm under your ministrations, but this is such a surprise you don’t know what to do. Can you just go there and steal him, apologize to Changbin for abandoning him and take Seungmin with you, hide somewhere and never let him be seen by people? He’s too hot to be left in the wild.

You must have said something or made a noise, because while you’re there ogling your boyfriend, two sets of eyes rest on you.

“Hey, you made it!” Changbin boisterous voice welcomes you, and you smile taking a few steps towards them and in lieu of a greeting, your mind comes up with: “what the fuck Seungmin”.

He wasn’t expecting this, so he bends his head on the side and raises an eyebrow in an inquisitive expression. “Hello to you too, my darling. What a pleasant surprise.”

It’s not a normal behavior and you know it, but you’re transfixed on his arms and your mind provides you with fantasies about his legs and abs and his back and whatever else he might be hiding under his clothes. Almost as an out of body experience, you see your hand reaching to his arms and squeeze.

“Puppy?”

Changbin emits a dry cough, and it seems like it’s moking you, “I forgot something important so I really have to go. I’m sorry guys, we’ll work out together another time, uh?”

Your hands are still groping Seungmin’s arms, but you’re conscious enough to answer him. “Be careful on the way home.”

“I’ll see you later, hyung”, your boyfriend's voice is laced with humor. “Are you done?”

“No.”

“You’re being ridiculous. If you want to grope muscles, you should have took the opportunity while Changbin hyung was still here…”

“I don’t want to grope him!”

“But you want to grope me?”

“Of course.”

His laugh is so pretty it almost distracts you. You still manage to turn your eyes towards his face and smile at him. “Puppy, since when are you muscular?”

“No, no. Let’s not ignore when you said you want to grope me.”

“We’ll circle back to that later.” You finally detach your hands from his arms and poke at his tummy. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He scoffs. “I hid nothing.”

“Are you sure? Doesn’t that mean you’re gonna let me see everything?” You know you said you were gonna go slow, but thinking about Seungmin sweaty and his arms bulging made you incredibly horny and a little wet.

“Puppy” he warns, looking around at the gym. It’s true that there’s almost no one, but a couple of trainers and at least three customers are present. You shrug with a wink. But Seungmin hasn’t finished with the surprises tonight, and in a flash he bends at the knees and puts you on his shoulder, your face now staring at his back and your ass in the air. Your response is a loud yelp and a threat.

“Put me down. Put me down or I’m gonna kill you.” Truth is: you didn’t expect Seungmin to be able to lift you like this and if you were only a little wet before, you are scared you’re gonna embarrass yourself if he keeps doing stuff like this. He puts you down only when he reaches the man’s locker rooms.

“Wait here for me, uh? I’m gonna walk you home tonight.” He looks around and, having assessed you’re alone, he kisses you hungrily, nipping at your lips and panting in your mouth.

Later, you’ll ask him to come up to your apartment, you’ll kiss wildly as soon as the door closes behind your backs and, for the first time, you’ll undress him. His shirt will lay on the back of the couch, joggers on the corridor floor. In return, he will get to have you naked too. Clothes scattered on the floor and on some pieces of furniture, it won’t matter tho. What matters is that you’ll make it to the bedroom and, most important, to your bed. He’ll show you how his biceps bulge when he’s over you, torso raised but hips fucking his cock inside you, making you bite your lips to stop the loud noises he’ll try to coax out of you. Later, you’ll worship his body, asking him to flex this or that muscle to lick it or gently nip at it. He’ll tell you about his gym adventures with Chan and Changbin, sometimes Minho, and he’ll promise you can go with them if you don’t act feral and try to get him naked.

Later, but for now you run to grab your bag from the lockers and come back to wait for him. Who would have thought your boyfriend had a sleeper build?

[kkuzushi]

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˚𖦹 ‘ Chapter 6: Guess the party pooper came as well. ִ ࣪𖤐

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3 hours might be an exaggeration, no? Not really, because you didn’t really start getting ready right after going offline. You continued lounging in bed, scrolling through your socials, and literally doing anything but get ready. You would rather get ready last minute because deadlines are just thrilling, nothing’s more fun than chasing after time itself anyway.

Once the remaining time passed, the four of you—including Hu Tao, Lumine, Aether—went to the party venue together.

“Xiao’s really not going?” You asked, your arm locked together with Lumine.

“You know him, he got his own party.” Aether answered.

“Wait, he does??” Hu Tao asked.

Aether just looked at her, as if asking why she didn’t get her sarcasm. Hu Tao returned a deadpan look and rolled her eyes.

“Before we get there, let’s talk about the ground rules,” Lumine changed the subject, taking the other three’s attention.

Hu Tao hummed, “What are you, my mom?”

That’s not far from reality. Lumine is already the mom of the group despite indulging in the stupidity of your circle frequently.

“No more than 3 drinks,” Lumine reminded, flicking Hu Tao’s forehead to which she whines at.

“You are a lot to handle when shitfaced, Tao,” you commented, grinning at her small tantrum.

“No kidding, she fucking threw up on my skirt last year opening party!”

“You deserved that, Lumine.”

“Are you even my brother?”

The banter ended once the group arrived at the party venue, the colorful lighting coming out of the window and loud music blaring that will surely cause a commotion late in the evening.

Not a moment to lose, the four of you entered. You were immediately met with other students from your university—dancing, drinking, making out, you name it.

Now, just because it’s a party, you might think all your worries would disappear. Poof—just like that, but no. Despite Hu Tao’s plan of removing your thoughts about Scaramouche, you see that traumatizing himecut in the midst of the crowd.

“What the fuck!” You turned to Hu Tao and elbowed her, gesturing to the familiar indigo haired man in one corner of the room.

“Oh shit–” Hu Tao covered her mouth, “I totally forgot.. um–”

“Forgot what?” You hissed, glaring at her.

“Ajax was the one to organise this party..” She replied.

The two of you are well aware of each other’s presence by now and it never ceases to spoil your mood. While you deliberately tried to avoid being in the same room as him, he’s like an itch you can never scratch away.

“Cheer up, loser,” Lumine nudges you, a small smirk in her hinted comfort.

“Easier said than done,” you sighed, shrinking away on the couch you’ve been stuck in for the past 15 minutes.

“Come on, just because a certain jerk is here doesn’t mean it should stop our fun.” Lumine grabs you by the arm and pulls you up from the couch.

She starts leading you to the crowd and you can only hope she’s not trying to get you closer to Scaramouche. With a smirk, she pushes you with her shoulder, making you stumble to the side and bump into someone.

You turn and see Lyney, his drink spilled on his shirt. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to– My friend pushed me. Here, let me help you.” You quickly apologized and grabbed some napkins whilst Lumine was already on her merry way like this was part of her plan.

Lyney just chuckled, “No harm done. Though, I wouldn’t say no to your kindness.” He takes a few napkins and starts to clean the spilled wine on the floor as well.

On the other corner of the room, Scaramouche was quick to hear the small commotion that happened. Of course, as he sees you cleaning another guy’s shirt, he gets the wrong idea.

“I see you’re making new friends.”

You stiffen, recognizing that voice you haven’t heard in so long. Well, except that one time during class.

“Scaramouche. I didn’t think you’d be here.” Lyney cleared his throat.

“I could say the same to you.” Scaramouche replies and looks at you shortly after, “This guy’s shirt looks expensive—want me to pay it for you?”

You glared at him. The audacity to play hero was baffling. “No, I’ve handled it already.”

After that interaction, Scaramouche didn’t leave and stuck around. Lyney senses the tension and feels awkwardly almost immediately. The latter excuses himself, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed and took the initiative, “What the hell is your problem?”

Scaramouche just raised an eyebrow towards you, “I have no problem, I’m just making sure you’re okay.”

“You should’ve done that months ago,” you spat, crossing your arms as you looked away.

You didn’t see it but Scaramouche’s expression flashes a pang of guilt. His hands clenched to a fist on his sides, mustering up the confidence to explain, apologize. Anything.

Right on cue, Lumine came back and was just as surprised as you with the sudden turn of events.

“Um.. should I leave you two alone?” Lumine asks. Scaramouche turns to her and as he’s about to reply, you quickly interrupted.

“No, can we leave?”

You took Lumine’s hand and walked away from the crowd, leaving Scaramouche behind. He wanted to say something, but you were gone in a blink of an eye. Once again.

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Forgotten birthday

Y/N: 11 years old Rose: 18 years old Cosmo: 15 years old Story: Scarlett forgets her daughter's birthday, thinking it's a different date… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Y/N had been waiting for this day all year. It's her 11th birthday today. Being the youngest of 3 children isn't easy and Y/N absolutely loves her birthday as her mom always gives her more attention than any other day.

"Y/N, honey, you need to wake up or you'll be late for school" Scarlett says, sitting on Y/N's bed and shaking her daughter softly.

Y/N groans in response, opening her eyes. Her mom always keeps her home on her birthday. They always have their mother daughter time before Y/N's siblings come home from school and they celebrate together.

"Morning, sunshine" The older woman chuckles, kissing her daughter's forehead which causes another groan from the little blonde. "Honey, I need you to get up for me. Rose will drop you and Cosmo off at school, cause I have a lot of filming today and probably won't make it home before 8, so she's gonna pick you up as well" Scarlett smiles softly, playing with her daughter's hair.

"But I thought we'll spend the day together today" Y/N says disappointed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I really have a lot of work today. I'll make it up to you" Scarlett sighs, pressing another kiss to her daughter's forehead. Y/N only lets out a sad nod, so Scarlett pouts her lips for a kiss which makes her youngest smile and press a kiss to her mama's lips. "Have a good day, pumpkin" Scarlett smiles, booping Y/N's nose before leaving.

Y/N sighs when the door close, getting up from her bed to get ready for the day. Maybe her mom is planning a birthday party for her and needs time to prepare it? Yes, that's probably it, Y/N thought.

The little blonde gets ready for school and heads downstairs for breakfast. Scarlett already left, so she only meets her siblings downstairs. Y/N greets her older siblings with a 'good morning', getting it back from both of them, but no 'happy birthday'. She just shakes it off, they're probably leaving it for the party, right?

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Y/N's now on the way back home from school, she's nervously sitting in the back of Rose's car, excited about all of the surprises her mom had planned for her. The little blonde sprints to the front door as soon as Rose pulls over in front of their house.

"What's up with you today?" Rose chuckles, watching her younger sister confused.

"Nothing" Y/N answers quickly, giving her sister an innocent smile and impatiently waiting for her sister to open the door. Rose shakes her head with a smile, finding her sister adorable.

As soon as Rose opens the door, Y/N runs into the living room, then kitchen, then her mother's bedroom and then her own bedroom, not finding anyone. Maybe the party won't be here but somewhere else?

The little blonde throws her school bag on the ground, sitting down on her bed, letting her thoughts run wildly. Maybe they all forgot after all? They wouldn't… or would they?

She decides to pass some time with drawing as she really enjoys it. "Y/N, dinner!" Rose calls from the kitchen. Y/N checks the time, seeing it's already late for some birthday party. She sighs, slowly walking to the kitchen.

The three siblings sit at the table, eating their dinner, but Y/N's just staring at the food and moving it around the plate with her fork.

"Y/N/N, are you okay?" The older sister asks, watching her little sister confused. Y/N only hums in response, Cosmo not paying attention to any of it as he's staring at his phone. "Are you sure? You don't like it?" Rose asks worried.

"It's good… I'm just not hungry" Y/N sighs, feeling tears form in her eyes. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed" She announces, standing up and walking back to her room.

Y/N runs into her room, throwing herself on the bed and sobbing into her pillow. Few minutes later the girl changes into pajamas, does her night routine and just goes to bed. She hears a soft knock on the door, so she hides her phone and pretends to be sleeping. She's not in a mood for a conversation with anyone.

"Y/N/N?" Rose whispers, opening the door. She sighs when she sees her little sister sleeping, walking over to the bed and pressing a kiss on her sister's forehead. "Goodnight" She whispers and walks out of the room.

Rose is the best big sister Y/N could ever wish for and the two have such a good relationship, but it looks like Rose hasn't checked today's date either.

The clock hits 10 pm and Scarlett walks through the front door with a sigh. Today was really stressful and full of work. The blonde can't wait to go to bed.

Scarlett finds her oldest daughter in the living room, waiting for her. She smiles, walking over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and thanking her for taking care of her siblings.

"Was everything okay?" Scarlett asks, sitting on the couch beside the younger blonde.

"Yeah. All good… although… Y/N seemed a bit off in the evening. She didn't even eat dinner and went to bed early" Rose says, still worrying about her little sister.

"That doesn't sound like our Y/N. I'll talk to her in the morning… I'll go to check up on her and then go to bed" Scarlett says, standing up again. "Thank you once again. You should go to bed too, young lady" Scarlett says playfully.

Rose chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Goodnight, mom" She smiles, getting a 'goodnight' from her mom back.

Scarlett makes her way to her youngest daughter's room, quietly opening the door. Y/N's still not asleep, she's just pretending again and hoping to get her 'happy birthday' at least like that. Scarlett walks over to her daughter and presses a kiss to her forehead like Rose did before, whispering a 'goodnight'.

Scarlett leaves the room, going to check up on Cosmo and then heading to her own bed. Y/N sits up, tears slowly and quietly running down her cheeks. How could her own mother forget about her daughter's birthday?

About more than 2 hours later, Scarlett's fast asleep in her bed while Y/N's just sitting on her bed with tears stained cheeks and puffy eyes. The little blonde stands up, walking to her mother's room.

"Mommy?" Y/N whispers, shaking her mom slightly. Scarlett groans, turning around.

"Y/N/N?" Scarlett sits up, switching on the lamp that is on the nightstand. "What happened, bubs? Why are you crying?" She asks, wiping Y/N's tears away with her palm.

"You don't love me anymore?" Y/N asks, her voice breaking and new tears forming in her eyes.

"Wha-Of course I love you, Y/N/N. I love you so much… Why would you think that, sweetheart?" Scarlett asks, her heart breaking from the fact her daughter would ever think anything like that.

"Because it was my birthday yesterday and you didn't say anything" Y/N explains, breaking into tears.

"No. No, it wasn't" Scarlett says, taking her phone and checking the date, seeing June 13th when her daughter was born June 12th. "Shit" She curses under her breath, guilt taking over her. How could she forget about her daughter's birthday? "Y/N/N, I'm so sorry" She apologises, tears now forming in her own eyes. "I'm so, so, so sorry"

"But it's not just you. Rose and Cosmo didn't say anything either. You don't want me anymore?" Y/N sobs, looking at her mother as tears are streaming down her face too by now.

"Honey, of course we want you. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I'm so sorry I forgot about yesterday's special date, I though it was today for some reason. I'm so sorry" Scarlett sighs, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll let you stay home for the entire week, so we can be only together every morning. Do you want your presents now or do you want to leave it on the morning?" Scarlett panics.

"I just want to go to sleep" Y/N sobs, all the crying made her tired.

"Okay. We'll celebrate your birthday properly today, okay? I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm so sorry, pumpkin. Can you forgive me?" Scarlett asks, hating when one of her children is upset.

Y/N nods weekly. "But we'll be only together for the week" The little tired girl says.

"Only together, I promise" Scarlett smiles, wiping her daughter's tears away. "Now close your eyes and sleep, my little princess. You have a big day ahead of you" Scarlett says, laying her daughter down on the bed. Y/N closes her eyes as she's really tired. "Happy birthday, my love. I'm sorry again. Sweet dreams, I love you so much" Scarlett whispers, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"I love you too, mama' Y/N mumbles before falling into a deep slumber, making Scarlett smile and sigh in relief.

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[drvmekoo]

regroup | jeon jungkook [part two]

summary: drifting away from your best friend is never an easy thing to deal with. its a good thing a very important project is forcing you both to regroup

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: college au, fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

➳ rating: 18+

➳ warnings: none! just a lot of fluff

➳ wc: 1.4k+

➳ author's notes: i hope you all enjoy part two! i'm sorry it took so long to get here. school and work have been kicking my ASS. but anyways! let me know what you think!

PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO

“Now who’s the late one, huh?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows as you plopped your bag down on the seat next to him. You rolled your eyes as he teased you, raising his eyebrows at your irritated expression. 

“Don’t start Jeon.” You opened up your laptop in a hurry, cringing as you read the time. You were only ten minutes late but in your eyes, it was wasted time. You two still had nothing to show for since you got paired together and the due date was creeping closer and closer. 

“I totally forgot that my building was doing a maintenance check today and so I had to stay there for hours while they checked doors and toilets and ugh…anyways.”

For a moment, it went quiet between you both. You looked up at the man sitting across from you as he scanned your face, brow furrowed. 

Your own eyebrows knitted together “What? Do I have something on my face?” You pulled your phone out to check your reflection. Nothing seemed out of place.

“No no, I’m just….did you get to eat?” he said lowly. 

You thought back to the manic morning, trying to wonder if you did eat that banana that was left on your side. Your tummy rumbled at the thought.

 I guess that was your answer.

“Uh no, not yet but, I’ll just get something later.” You opened up your notes “We need to get a move on.”

Jungkook shook his head “No, absolutely not. You need to eat. It’s already 3:15. You must be starving.” The scrape of his chair echoed across the library. “Give me 2 seconds.”

Before you could protest, Jungkook sprinted towards the cafeteria. ‘What a procrastinator.’ You thought to yourself, sighing as you were left sitting at the empty table. After you quickly skimmed through your unfinished plan, outlining the key ideas of your project, you felt your mind drift to yesterday's weird fiasco in your room. 

Jungkook seemed to change in your presence. Acted like nothing ever happened between you two. Acted like he never abandoned being your best friend. 

But why?

Before you could think any deeper, the man himself had arrived back. He placed a muffin and a coffee cup in front of you. 

“Oh, Jungkook thank you…but you know I don’t drink coffee so-” You began to say, inching the cup back towards him. He shushed you.

“Of course I know that dummy! Open the lid and smell it!” He took the liberty for you as he once again sent it back to you and opened the lid of your cup. Instantly the aroma of chai hit your senses. 

The smell of cinnamon and creamy milk right away puts you at ease. This was your favourite drink and you’d pick it every time without fail. 

And Jungkook had remembered. Not only that you didn’t drink coffee. But also that you’d only drink one other thing. 

Your heart squeezed at the thought. “Thank you, Kook.” you beamed lightly. 

He nodded, sweetly smirking. “No big deal. Now eat before you fade away!”

After taking a few bites of your muffin and drinking some more tea, you finally decided to get to it. Time is of the essence after all. 

A couple of hours went by. Finally, both of you had achieved a hard outline of what your assessment was focusing on. The stress that was once looming over you was somewhat gone as you scrolled through both your (and now Jungkook’s) notes

“This is great! With this, it’ll make our lives so much easier when writing up the paper!” 

The excited tone in your voice now echoed across the library. The time was 7 pm. Only a few students still worked silently at their desks, but it was nowhere near the mayhem it was earlier on.

You also hadn’t realised in the depths of your study that the sky outside had also gone dark. You sighed “Okay well, this seems like a good place to stop.”

“Oh thank god!” Jungkook groaned. You rolled your eyes as you packed up your stuff.

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it! You were really getting into it at the end.”

Jungkook laughed as he slid his jacket on “No, I was honestly just enjoying how focused your face gets.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed to the gap between his eyebrows “Your eyebrows scrunch together right here, it's really cute.”

Your breath hitched again at the sudden compliment as you both walked out into the evening air. 

“Haha very funny.” you stopped, waiting to say goodbye before you can make your way home. “Well, I better get going-”

“Woah woah, what are you doing?” 

You paused “I’m…going home?”

Jungkook chuckled “You really think I’m gonna let you walk home by yourself? What kind of man do you think I am Y/n?”

“O-Oh Kook…I’m fine it’s just down the street-”

He shushed you once again, gently taking your hand and guiding you towards your dorm. The sudden touch of his skin against yours made your face heat up.

“You know, you shush me a lot.” You huffed as you walked alongside him, taking your hand out of his gentle grasp.

“Well, you talk a lot.” 

“Did that hurt?” you broke the silence as you both quietly walked along the street

“Did what hurt?”

You pointed to his big sleeve tattoo. While you were working earlier, you found yourself entranced and constantly looking at art that covered his entire arm. He himself caught you a few times, smirking and telling you to “take a picture, it should last longer..!”

“Ah, I was wondering when you were finally gonna bring this up.” He smirked now once again. 

You tutted “You know what? I’m sorry I asked, just forget about it.” You went to walk ahead in a strop, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back 

“Hey no, I’m kidding.” he chuckled “It hurt a little, but the more times I went to get it finished, the more it was bearable you know?”

“You had to go back more than once?”

He nodded “Of course? You think this took only one sitting? I’d be there for hours!”

“I don’t know! I’m not a tattoo expert!” you shrugged “What did your mom think of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well the last time I saw her, she was ADAMANT that tattoos were a no-go.” You laughed lightly at the memory 

Jungkook laughed alongside you, hands in his pockets. “Ah that. Well, let’s just say she wasn't happy! And by ‘wasn’t happy’ I mean on the brink of fainting.”

You laughed harder “Oh my god! For real?”

“No joke, my dad was ready to catch her.” 

You both burst into another fit of laughter as Jungkook kept adding more to the story. 

“Wow, I miss your mom.” you sighed as you wiped a stray tear from your eye. “She’s great.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled “She misses you too.”

A wake of awkwardness swept over the two of you once again. You thanked the universe above that you were now coming up to your dorm. 

“Well.” You started, stopping at the entrance “Next time you speak to her, tell her I miss her cooking.”

He looked down at his feet “Will do. And hey, next time you speak to your mom tell her I miss her baking.”

“Whenever you need her cookies, be sure to get in touch.” You partly joked. He nodded lightly, leaving the two of you to glance at just each other for a split second

Before the silence could make its way into the conversation again you quickly broke out pf your trance “Thank you for walking me home.” 

He shrugged lightly “Ah no big deal, It’s the least I could do for standing you up yesterday.”

“Apology accepted.” You smiled

Jungkook lingered for a split second. “So…meet at the same time tomorrow?”

While your brain (and a little bit of your heart) was screaming at you to say yes, you had other priorities you had to attend to. 

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow. I have Joon’s birthday dinner tomorrow. He couldn't celebrate it on his actual birthday because of exams so he’s throwing it now.”

At the sudden mention of Namjoon, Jungkook’s jaw ticked “Ah, gotcha.” he mumbled dryly. 

Your brows furrowed “What’s up with you?”

“Uh, nothing. Thanks for today. Text me when you’re next free okay? At another dry response, he turned on his heels and walked away towards his own dorms, leaving you standing at your doorstep by yourself.

What just happened?

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secreto de amor XV

chapter 15, read chapter 14 here

connie had some leftover chili in his fridge that he brought back from his mom’s house. the two of you ate that for the evening and it was really good but you didn’t wanna eat it to where he’d think you were greedy. you weren’t exactly the skinniest person so that last thing you needed was him of all people pointing that out.

“i’m gonna make a nickname for you.”

“okay.” you said as you helped connie wash dishes. he didn’t ask you to do it, you just felt obligated because you just did things like that.

connie laughed. “i didn’t say now, i’ll come up with something.” you stayed quiet until your phone rang. you dried your hands on his kitchen towels before answering.

“hello?”

“where are you?” jean questioned immediately. you nearly forgot about him, especially letting him know you were at connie’s

“at connie’s.”

“why? you know what i told you—“

“it’s nothing like that. i didn’t have anything to do and he wanted to hang out.” you heard jean sigh on the other end and you knew he was upset. but you didn’t wanna rush home just because jean didn’t want you hanging with connie.

“when are you coming home? where’s connie anyway?”

“i don’t know when i’m coming home. connie’s washing dishes.”

“don’t tell me you staying over—“

“mom’s on the other line, i’ll call you back.” you lied as you hung up on your brother. you understood his concern but you weren’t in the mood for his nagging right now.

“are you staying over?”you turned around and connie was leaning against the counter. of course he overheard the conversation. “it’s getting dark out.”

you shrugged and then remembered he said he had work soon. “don’t you have work?”

“they called and said i didn’t have to go in. convenient, right?” he smiled and i nodded. “so you staying over or what?”

“why you worried about it?”

“because i like having you here. what time you got work tomorrow?”

“12.” connie nodded slowly as he threw on a hoodie he had on the couch and grabbed his keys off the counter.

“i’m going to walmart, you wanna come?” you shook your head. “kay, i’ll be back.” when connie left, it was as if tia had called on cue.

“hey~” tia greeted as she answered the phone. you went to sit at his island and propped the phone up against his paper towel holder. “where you at?”

“connie’s.” tia’s eyes widened.

“oh? why you um…over there? being fast?”

“no, he just wanted to hang out. jean is mad as fuck tho.” you giggled.

“i know he is…you gon give that man a heart attack one day. you staying over there?” you shrugged again before looking at the time. it was only around 8 o’clock so it wasn’t too late, you just knew that nobody would want you driving in the dark as if you’ve only had your license for a week.

“i guess. i think he wants me to—“

“hold up…did you ever ask him about the bitch he was with that day?”

“yeah that was his sister.”

“that nigga got a sister?”

“yeah he has a brother and a sister, they’re twins. they moved back here from new york with their mom.” tia nodded slowly but you knew she was smelling some kind of bullshit from what you were telling her. “sunny and martin.”

tia hummed. “totally believe he has siblings called sunny…and martin.” after the conversation about connie’s siblings, you and tia had slipped into other topics of conversation before ending the call. another 30 minutes had passed before connie came back.

“sorry it took so long, it was hella people in there. you good?” he asked as he sat the bags down on the counter.

you nodded. “what you get?”

“just refilling some stuff. and if you’re staying, i got you a toothbrush. i would’ve got pajamas but i didn’t know your size or anything so…”

“it’s cool. i think i’ll stay just for that.” connie’s eyes widened.

“oh? you wanna let your brother know—“

“no. where do you keep your shower stuff?”

after you showered and finished your routines, you put on the oversized shirt you were wearing before and a pair of his boxers. you felt weird wearing a man’s clothes, but right now you couldn’t really argue with what he gave you. you just felt a little self conscious.

“damn…” connie’s mouth moved faster than his brain and if he could have stopped his response to seeing you in his clothes, he would’ve. but his explicit thought were not turning him loose.

“what?”

“n-nothing, sorry for staring.”

“why were you staring? do i look bad in your clothes?”

“no, you look…the opposite actually. very cute.”

“okay…” you made a mistake and looked down at the hard-on in connie’s gray sweatpants. you heart dropped low so you brought your eyes back up. connie noticed your glance and got up quickly from his spot on the couch.

“i’m gonna…shower.” connie found you attractive. wildly attractive and as much as he wanted you to stay and hang with him some more, he knew that the walls of his mind would be covered with inappropriate thoughts. compared to those, the kiss was nothing, he wanted more. you on the other hand, felt lots of emotions. you knew you had very strong feelings for connie but you assumed they were innocent and had nothing to do with sexual attraction at all. boy, were you wrong. and nothing got better when he walked into the living area without a shirt, toned chest out on display and you couldn’t help but look.

“you wanna watch a movie?” and the next thing you knew, you were snuggled under a blanket with connie watching all of bridgerton. it wasn’t a movie but it was something you suggested because you knew connie hadn’t seen it. he seemed to be invested.

“i dunno why sienna don’t just stay with anthony, they both hoes anyway.” you pinched his arm from under the blanket. “ow…”

“she just wants him to love her for who she is. she doesn’t wanna feel like she has to change for someone she’s supposed to love.” connie’s head turned towards you and he didn’t think that a historical fiction show would be the cause of his realization.

you felt his eyes burning into the side of your head so you turned to face him. “what?”

“i love you.” you paused the show so that you can have every opportunity to make sure you heard what you heard.

“huh?”

connie realized that he was possibly not getting the response he wanted so he wanted to take back his words if he made you uncomfortable. but they were true. “sorry.”

“connie…are you high?” he looked at you like you were crazy.

“no? why? you don’t believe me?”

“no.” there was an amount of hurt in your voice. the last time a man outside of family said he loved you, you saw that man under another bitch. but connie understood, he was just disappointed that you weren’t saying it back so he assumed that everything this whole time was one sided. but he was wrong, you had developed feelings for him but you tried to suppress them because you never thought you’d need to address them…until now.

“but if you wanted to know if i loved you back, i do.” connie could almost jump up in excitement but all he was able to produce was a small smile.

“even if you didn’t, i love you regardless y/n. from the beginning i was drawn to you and the feelings just kept getting stronger, i just never knew when i wanted to tell you.”

“is this what you tell all your bitches?” you joked but connie rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“here you go with that bullshit. you my only bitch now, how bout that?”

“bitch?“

“you my lady, how does that sound?”

“it’s cool.” you knew such a limited response would annoy him a bit and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy annoying him.

“it’s cool,” he mocked you and you pinched him again but he took one of his pillows from his couch and threw it at you. “stop pinching me lil girl.”

“i don’t sound like that.”

connie started to stand up from the couch and stretched from sitting for a long time. “you do to me.”

“whatever. where you going?”

“waiting for you to get up so i can go to sleep.”

“i’ll sleep on the couch, it’s okay.” connie sighed.

“y/n…get up.” you sat back and crossed your arms.

“no.”

“i'm not doing this contigo, compadre." connie sighed before walking over to you and just casually throwing you over his shoulder. of course you tried hitting at his back but that didn’t work as his back felt like it was made of steel. once you got to his room, he threw you back onto the bed. his bed was soft and his bedroom was just as neat and put together as the rest of his place. the clothes were hung neatly in the closet and his sneakers were also lined up on the floor in an orderly fashion.

“why the fuck did you throw me like that? i could’ve got whiplash!” connie could help but stare at you as you were on his bed, his mind getting dangerous now and the blood rushing to his dick as they appeared.

“whatever. you’ll be okay in here, right?” connie walked to the door and opened it. he definitely did not wanna leave you there but he also didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable in any way, especially when he basically poured out his heart to you.

“yeah.”

“you sure? you can turn the tv on if you want to, the remote is on the—“

“can you lay down with me?” connie wasn’t expecting you to ask him to do anything, let alone ask him to share a bed with you.

“you sure?”

“if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t be asking.” you didn’t have to tell him twice before he went back to the living area to fold the blanket and turn off the tv.

when the two of you got in the bed, connie made sure to stay as far as possible away from you to make sure you were comfortable and he stayed like that for a while until he realized that the girl he’s been crushing on all this time was just a few inches away and he was scared to hold her.

he turned over. “y/n.” you turned over to face him after you were beginning to fall asleep.

you hummed. “can i hold you?” he could see you nod and that prompted him to bring his body closer to yours and wrap his arms around it. nothing could quite explain all the warmth he was feeling both inside and out and he internally prayed that it would last. he prayed that you would last and deep down, it was the same for you as well.

[anqelically-archived]

moment 13 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yuta okkotsu x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k

content: no manga spoilers, fluff

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promises are important to yuta okkotsu. before the two of you even started to date, he made it clear without even having to say it directly. it was after an important promise from his childhood couldn’t be fulfilled that he would find the significance that promises held.

okkotsu told himself that he’d never promise anything ever again unless he had to. you two were just classmates that barely spoke at the time, yet he couldn’t stop himself from promising you to always be there if you needed it.

that day was the first time he found you hugging your legs in such a vulnerable state. he was immediately reminded of himself when he saw you. although it was only that week you felt the way you did, okkotsu wanted to make sure it was the last.

he suffered with his own feelings for so long that they consumed him whole, and he hated to even think about that happening to someone else around him. trying his best, okkotsu helped you get through the issues you were having.

“if you need anything else, just text me, okay? i promise i won’t leave you hanging.”

the first promise that led to many more. day by day, you found yourself constantly in the company of okkotsu. there was a shine in his eyes when he saw you, and you were sure you had that shine in your own eyes too.

now, waiting outside as the february wind blew, you got to see the glimmer of his eyes once more. in the distance, okkotsu put down the arm that was blocking his face before he ran up to you.

“yuta! you had me worried for a bit. i’ve been waiting out here for 15 minutes, and you usually don’t run late without telling me,” you stood up from the bench.

today was valentine’s day and, unfortunately, okkotsu was assigned a mission in the early morning. he told you he’d meet you at a certain park when he was done, but showed up late.

you worried that he had gotten injured during the mission, but okkotsu standing in front of you without a sign of injury proved otherwise. you smiled at him in relief.

“i-i’m sorry for being late, (y/n). we should get you inside, you’re cold.”

okkotsu’s pale fingers touched your cheeks, making you realize how cold you were. for the brief moment they were there, you pressed your face further into his hands. he smiled softly at you before leading you to a nearby cafe.

“so, what took you so long?” you asked once you both settled at a table. the air inside was warm and smelled strongly of coffee.

the boy answered, “i would’ve been here on time, but i forgot to grab something and realized it a bit late. i was so worried but getting it that i forgot to warn you in advance, i’m sorry.”

you held his hand, “don’t worry about it. try to give a heads up next time?”

“of course, i promise!”

you smiled.

“so, what was so important that you had to go all the way back to get?” you questioned.

“oh! here, let me get it.”

okkotsu immediately grabbed his coat and fished for something inside his pockets. he looked relieved once he pulled out a small velvet bag. he could sense that you wondered what was inside.

“close your eyes,” he instructed. “i’ll tell you when to open them.”

you did as told and shut your eyes, aware that okkotsu slipped his hand out of yours. you were about to put it in your lap until he softly grabbed it, silently telling you to not do so.

you let okkotsu wrap something thin and cold around your wrist before he told you to open your eyes. you admired the bracelet you now had. although, what you thought was odd was the liquid drop charm.

“before you say anything, i want to make one more promise,” okkotsu interrupted you before you could even talk.

he showed his own wrist right next to yours, and you realized he had an identical bracelet. okkotsu took the small charm on his and connected it to yours, forming an infinity sign.

“yuta…”

“i want to make you a promise, (y/n). even if we don’t end up together in a couple of years, i’ll forever try to fulfill this promise. i, okkotsu yuta, promise to fight to make you happy. you deserve it.”

you stared at him at a loss for words, “i… i deserve it? yuta, you couldn’t be any more wrong. you deserve it more than anyone, so i should be the one promising that. actually, i will. i’ll fight for you, fight for us. i love you, okkotsu yuta. as long as i do, i won’t break that promise.”

okkotsu smiled, knowing that no matter what, he’d continue to fulfill his.

note: I MISS YUTA !! he’s my fav rn, sorry megs </3 oh, and what if i wrote an angsty part two to this? 🫢

please reblog for more!

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Matt Simmons x child daughter reader

I'm now on season 15 and I love it!

Summary: y/N Simmons is ill, so her Mum takes her to her work, while her Dad has work. When a hostage situation happens.

Literally watched this episode yesterday and I loved jt and got the idea for thus oneshit for Matt.

Third person pov...

When their youngest child woke up ill, Kristy and Matt knew one of them had to look after her, but both had work, Matt held their coughing daughter in his arms bouncing her and patting her back as she coughed.

Kritsty was getting her some water to drink, the 5 year old woke up with a bad cough. Matt continues to pat and hug his youngest child, "Daddy, I wanna go with Mummy" she rasps.

Matt smiled his daughter knew he was busy woth his work. "It's okay Honey, Mummy will be up soon" she said to her, all his children knew how busy his was at Work. As she continued coughing Matt checked his phone and almost curses he missed a call from Emily, he knew he was late to work by 15 minutes.

The Dad then maneuvered his youngest to hid other arm and held her up against his shoulder while his other turned on his phone and called Emily,

Y/N coughed again and Matt rubbe dher back Comforting her as she coughed his poor Baby. The little girl buried her face into hid shoulder needing the comfort from him.

His phone rang twice before Emily answered "Hey Matt, just was about you call you" she said before he got a word in, Y/N started crying just as he was about to answer, he put his phone between his shoulder and ear while comforting his crying daughter.

"Hey Emily, sorry I didn't realise the time, Y/N my youngest daughter woke up with a sore throat been comforting her, I will be in later Kristy can take her today" said Matt as his daughter calmed down and stopped crying.

Emily laughed "of course Matt see you later" she said before ending the call and Matt put his phone back in his pocket, he held Y/N close to his chest ans rubbed her backing, then Kristy walked in a sippy cup full of water for their Daughter.

She smiled and picked up Y/N "here you go honey some nice cold water" she said to the crying girl, Y/N grabbed the bottle from her mum and started drinking the cold water helping her throat. Matt sigh when she stopped crying, Kristy laughed at her husband. "You better go your already late" she said tochim making the Agent curse and grab his stuff.

He completely forgot, he kissed his Daughter and Wife before leaving and drving to work.

Time skip...

As soon as he sits down Matt I'd corned by JJ, Reid, Tara, Rossi and Luke who were waiting to ask why he was so late, the Matt sighs before telling them.

"Well our youngest daughter Y/N, woke up crying with a sore throat so we spent most the morning trying to comfort her and stop her crying, at the minute Kristy is taking her to her work to look after Y/N" he explained getting sympathy looks from his friends and a pattern on thr shoulder from Luke.

"Glad I'm not you mate" he says making Matt laugh, thebother leave his desk leaving Luke and Him, Then Wmily wlaks past then on the phone, something was happening.

"Yes sir, I will brief my team" she says before ending the call and turning to the two men. "Luke, Matt we're gonna need a hands k  deck for this one" she tells them, luke and Matt quickly stand ans start grabbing their stuff. "I jsut got off thr phone with the director he wants the BAU to take charge of a hostage situation in progress down town, the tonto cordon plaza 4th floor of the ALDC" she tells them.

Matt eyes go wide as she tells them where, his face is full of worry. "The ALDC" he says Emilt nods "that's right hostage rescue team is on there way" she says, her words aren't helping Matt only making him more worried. "Kristy and Y/N" he mutters.

Luke looks at the man "what about Kristy and Y/N" he asks the Shaken man. Matt looks up a Emily. "She just started working for the ALDC a few weeks ago and she's taken Y/N into work with her today" he says making his teams eyes widen in horror.

At the ALDC...

By the time Kritsty and Y/N left for thr office it was a couple minutes after matt, Kristy gave her daughter some cough medicine which helped her take a nap, the Mum then drove to her work and got out her Daughters push chair and put the sleeping toddler in it, Kristy then locked the doors and took the elevator upstairs to her office.

When she got there she walked to her desk and sat down she pulled Y/Ns push chair in so knowone would bump into the sleeping child, Kristy then got to work, it wasn't long before three men started shooting gund up at the ceiling. Y/N began crying making Kritsty act she quickly pulled dher daughter to her chest and layed flat on the floor woth

Y/N held to her chest the young girl still crying.

Everyone was terrified, the men the  told them to thr stand up which is what Kritsty did with her daughter held to her chest a hand protecting her head. She saw three men who didn't look old mid 20s maybe less.

The leader then ordered everyone to give up their phones Kristy remembered Matts new phone and quick kicked the bag under a chair making sure knowone saw it, she then handed them her phone, the Unsub looked at her daughter before sneering.

"Just keep her quiet" he said before walking away when one of the workers lied the leader started fo beat him up  Kritsty gasped and hid Y/N from is she shouldn't see the violence. Everyone then got split up and pulled to different area they were scared did as they were told, but Kritsty got hit fir saying something, she fell to the floor, Y/N held protectively in her grab.

Y/N began crying but Kritsty shooshed her and she stopped crying. "Shush Y/N, don't worry Mummy is okay" she said to her making the girl stop crying and sit on the floor, Kritsty was currently leaning against a wall sitting on the floor woth her Daughter sitting next to her looking around her. The little girl saw the mark on her Mum.

"Mama okay" she rasp her throat still sore, Kristy smiled at her caring daughter and rubbed her soft cheek with her finger. "Mamas okay Princess" she whispers as Y/N continues to look at her worried.

Y/N nods her little head "Okay mama" she then went back to picking at he carpet, the three unsubs have been out of the room for a while Kristy then looks around and runs over to where she kicked the phone and quickly grabbed it. Thr only number on it was Matts, she woman quickly turns it on and rings matt.

It rings a couple times before her Husband appears on screen, his worried face turns surprised to relief when he sees her alive. "Kristy are you okay? What about Y/N?" He asks his wife, Kristy smiles at him whiping her tears. "Yes I'm fine honey and so is Y/N" she told him.

Said Toddler then stuck her head into veiw, she was confused until she saw her Dads yon screen and squealed happy, she jumped and clapped her hands. "Daddy! Daddy!" She cried tapping the scream as she thought he was there, the man smiled and laughed at his Daughter she was always so happy to see him. "Hi Princess, you looking after Mummy for me?" He asks the little girl who nodded her head making the man and woman smile at her.

Matt then told Kritsty what he wants her to try and do which is to put thr phone somewhere up high so they could get a good veiw of the unsubs and what they arw doing because they hacked the cameras in the building. "Okay Matt I will" she says before leaving Y/N with on the thenothwr workers while she went to put thr phone somewhere when she found somewhere she went back go her daughter and the two waited to be rescued.

Time skip...

Suddenly the elevator doors opend and SWAT rushed in, Kristy sighs with relief they were saved, she grabbed Y/N and the two ran to Matt he and his Team came in behind the SWAT, Matt hugged his girls close, Y/N babbling happily as her Parents hugged, happy to be together again.

The end!

Hoped you like the first oneshot for Matt, once again sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1530

[ladylooch]

We need jealous Luca.

Crediting my muse (🍻) with formulating this idea in my DMs!

It has been 71 days since Liv Meier was in Luca Fiala’s arms. Yes, he’s been counting every one. Tonight, the marker finally goes back to 0. He arrived in New York late last night for their game tomorrow against the Rangers. Unfortunately, Liv had an exam, a presentation, and mandatory writing time for her book today and wasn’t able to spend much of his day off with him. It’s fine with Luca. His girl is doing big things and well worth the wait.

However, the wait is much longer than anticipated. 

He arrives at the restaurant first. He decides to wait for Liv to order anything other than water. He scans the menu, but can’t concentrate. He continues to glance towards the door every time it swings open. She’s five minutes late when he begins to worry. He pulls his phone out, figuring maybe her train was a little late, or that her cab had her stuck in traffic. 

When she is 15 minutes late, he calls her. She doesn’t answer because her phone is on do not disturb. He knows she does this when she writes, not even letting his notifications through because distractions can cause her ideas to flutter away from her creative brain. 

30 minutes later, his frazzled girlfriend rushes through the door, purse hanging off her elbow, scarf fluttering behind her, as she scans the restaurant for him. Her entire face lights up when she sees him.

“I am so, SO sorry, Luca. I was writing and I completely lost track of time. I forgot to set my alarm.” Luca accepts her quick smooch. She begins to shrug off her jacket. He tries to reach for it to help her, but she shoves it into the booth next to her and plops down before he can. He slowly lowers himself to his side of the booth.

“Um.. it’s okay.” He says, even though it’s not.

He doesn’t understand how he was counting the days to get here and she is late to dinner. There is a whisper in the back of his brain that she is fading away from him. She was late to dinner. Their FaceTime calls are shorter; sometimes he calls and she doesn’t even answer. She’ll eventually send an apology text, but no call back. He understands she is busy, but he can’t help but feel like everything else is more important. In fact, if he has to label the sourness in his chest, he thinks it is jealousy. Jealous of the friends she can find time for here. Jealous of how much time school takes up for her. Jealous that she is seemingly fine with going a whole day barely talking. Jealous that other people get to see her smile and feel her warmth daily while he is left on read.

The waitress comes over for their order. Liv asks Luca if he has a preference on wine. He gestures for her to decide. She grabs a cabernet from Napa they’ve had a few times. 

“Hi.” She smiles at him again once they are alone. 

“Hi.” Luca purses his lips to resemble a smile. 

“I am sorry.” She cringes. Liv can sense Luca’s displeasure with her tardiness. She doesn’t blame him, but it truly wasn’t intentional. “I’ve had writer's block for weeks and it felt good to get some words on paper. That's it. I'm so happy to be here with you now."

Luca wipes at the condensation on his water glass. They pause the conversation as the bottle of wine is evaluated and opened. They both take initial sips, then Luca speaks honestly.

"It doesn't feel like this is a tonight only thing. I’ve barely heard from you the last few weeks. It’s like you have a whole life I'm not a part of. Now you’re late like… you haven’t been missing me at all.”

“You have a whole life that doesn’t include me too.” Liv says, defensive of his words. She pulls her hand away from where it had been stroking his fingers. This bothers Luca more. His eyebrows pull together, eyes getting squinty as he looks at her. 

“Yeah, but I include you in my life. I tell you stories. I send you pictures. I talk about you all the time to the guys. Your friends barely know about me. Half the time I call and get your voicemail. You also ignore my texts but have no problem finding time to post on your stories.” He grabs his wine glass, chugging down a couple fast sips. Liv’s eyes drop to the table. “I’m jealous of all the people who get to see and hear from you because I don’t.” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” She whispers.

“Well, now you do.” Luca huffs, rolling his neck out and sighing heavily. “What do you want for an appetizer? I’m starving.” He purposefully lightens his voice and changes the subject, seeing the distress hanging on Liv’s frame. Maybe he was a little harsh with her. He reaches out for her hand, giving it a squeeze. “They have fried Ravioli.” He knows it’s her favorite. Liv shakes her head yes. They are both quiet, continuing to look over the menu as Luca rubs his thumb along her knuckles. 

“I’ll do better.” Liv says once he pushes his menu away after deciding on rigatoni with a white sauce, peas, and pancetta. 

“I know you’re busy, babe. I just need a little more of you than you’re giving me.” Liv nods. “I love you.” He reminds her, making sure her eyes stay on his as he speaks. 

“I am having a hard time juggling everything… and not talking to my dad has been weighing on me in the middle of this book deadline and… you deserve so much better. I’ve been taking you for granted and I don’t want you to feel this way. I love you so much-“

“Liv. Baby, it’s okay. Let's move on. I want to have a good night with you. Tell me about your busy day.” He opens his arms, gesturing for her to come into his side of the booth. She does so willingly, sighing contently when she can feel the warmth of him through the side of her sweater. Her and Luca talk throughout dinner and into dessert. Things feel normal by the time he is paying the check. She is heavy with sadness when Luca needs to head back to the hotel for curfew. 

“Call me when you get home?” He wraps her into his arms.

“Right when I walk in the door.” She burrows her nose into his shirt for another moment, then pulls back.

“I’ll see you after the game tomorrow. I love you.” 

“I love you too. Good luck.” Luca smiles into their kiss. “Score on Con so I can rub it in Lucie’s face.” 

“I'll do my best.” He chuckles. “Goodnight, baby.” 

“Goodnight.” Liv waves longingly as she walks backwards to the left and he heads to the right. She pouts at the sight of his retreating back, hating how she fucked up their one night together in 2.5 months.

Plus, after tomorrow, she doesn’t know when she will see him again.

[lynnbanks]

Quinn meets ivy

Little backstory

Luke and Ivy met when he was 14 and she was 13

Ivy had graduated school at the age of 12; she had been accepted into a lot of different schools but her mother didn't want to send her halfway across America at that age so Michigan was the compromise not that she had a choice at 12; you can beat an hour flight plus there was a professor there that she had already know most of her life and her mom was happy enough with that.

While she was there she majored in cognitive science her love for learning had always been very strong she read any and every book on any topic in the world, learned languages, and studied cultures and different instruments going to college had opened up a whole new world and she was beyond excited to get out of her town and home life and start a new one

And that she had. She had only been in Michigan three months before she ran into her first hiccup. The professor who had agreed to be her means of transportation till she could drive on her own or find other ways of getting around that wasn’t her bike had to stay late for some meetings with all the educators.

And that is how she found herself sitting inside of the rink where the Michigan wolverines practiced trying to escape the heat of the late August day it hadn’t been the weather more so the sun and the dizziness that always seemed to follow her that had urged her to find a place to wait out the rest of the meeting.

Not 15 minutes later she looked up to see a boy who was covered in sweat and looked in need of a good night's rest and a bottle of anxiety meds; came up to ask if she was okay and still a little Caught up in the dark under eyes on the boy in front of her she hadn’t realized how bad she was shaking. “I’m- yes sorry I am just waiting for my ride” he still had a look of concern “Aren’t you a little young to be here by yourself?” Oh right yes, she was still just a kid; she forgot that sometimes “Um maybe but I am smart enough to be a freshman in college at the age of 13 but not drive a car so I am a little out of luck in that department.” She laughed at herself and the boy in front of her smiled “Right I heard we had a little genius walk around campus it’s nice to meet you I’m Quinn” he said reaching out to give her a fist bump. A little weird but then again he was just a boy and that had intrigued her. She wanted to get to know this guy's brain “ I'm y/n nice to meet you” she said reaching her fist out to return the fist bump.

“ Well I'm about to head home I don't mind giving you a ride,” he said lt with a small smile, and being the Genesis she accepted a ride from a stranger “That would be great I appreciate it”

On the car ride to the small apartment, her mom had set up for her Quinn asked how she liked school and Michigan “I am enjoying my classes, as for Michigan I haven't done anything other than go to class and study at the library maybe when my siblings come to visit we will do some sightseeing. I don't get out much on my own.” Quinn didn't seem to like that answer “Well we should change that my family and I were going to go bowling tonight you should come; they are closer in age than we are you guys will get along great. If you want of course.” he says to look away for the road to read my reaction.

“That is very sweet of you but I wouldn't want to intrude on your family night” and be for I could say any more he cut in and said, “You won't my mom would probably like to not be the only girl for once. I have been away from home like you have and I know that it is nice to have something outside of work or school; I don't want to pressure you or anything but I think you will have fun.” I shake off the stinging in my eyes at the sweet gesture since moving here I have never been this lonely I thought I hid it well but apparently Quinn saw right through that.

“If it isn't an imposition that sounds like fun thank you for being so kind to me.” Quinn smiled and said, “Great it will be a lot of fun!

Not proofread I am having a lot more fun writing than I thought. Let me know what y'all think

[i-love-tlou]

A sky full of stars

Pairing: Ellie x fem!reader 

Summary: You just started your student life with your bestie, she is totally into her project making new friends and of course checking out the boys. You wanted to focus on your study, your last relationship was a disaster. But maybe love will find you? Or will it be the worst heartbreak ever?

Content warnings: Mention of cocktails and drinking alcohol 

a/n: Hey! :) This is my first ff ever so I’m really nervous about it... I hope you’ll like it and if you have any suggestions (especially because English is not my mother tongue) please slide into my dms, they’re always open! And yes of course I’m also taking requests :D

Word count: 1515

Chapter 1

It was Friday evening when you got that text message from your best friend.

“I’m there in ten! Please wear the new dress we bought last week because I can’t be the only hot chick...”

What? You’re finally sitting on your couch after having a hard day with moving in. Your parents helped you as much as they could but the whole moving in and out thing stressed you a lot. They just left your new student apartment and you planned to spend the evening in front of the television with Grey’s Anatomy and popcorn. But your best friend was about to ruin your plans. What is she even talking about? You didn’t make any plans with her tonight. And you’re definitely not in the mood to wear that hot dress. You tried to call your bestie Dina but she’s not answering and a few minutes later, there was a knocking on your apartment door.

“Hey, it’s me! Come on open the door y/n, we’re already late!”

You stepped to the door and there was Dina, she wore her black short dress and silver high heels.

“Oh my god! Why do you look like this??”

She said while entering your apartment.

“Didn’t you get my message? Please don’t tell me you forgot about tonight…”

Dina stood in the middle of your living room and looked at you reproachfully.

“Uhm, actually I don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m sorry?”

“No that’s a joke now, right?” 

She lifted her eyebrows.

“Do I look like I’m joking Dina?”

You pointed to the television which shows the Grey’s Anatomy screen.

“Okay fine, here’s a little reminder: today’s the newbie party in the sports hall and last week we decided to spend our night there so I’m not angry that you’re a little granny but just if you get dressed very fast.”

Oh gosh. Please not. The newbie party. Dina’s right.

You two decided last week to have the best first party night as students this Friday but you’re totally not into partying. Actually, she decided for you two, it would be the best start. And that would be the perfect time to make new friends and so on.

“Here’s the hot dress. You should wear black heels and I do your make-up quickly. Please don’t look at me like that! You promised! It’s going to be fun, trust me.”

She made a sad face and you didn’t want to disappoint her. You promised.

You grabbed the dress and changed your chill outfit into a hot but very uncomfortable dress. Dina did your make-up in your bathroom and after 15 minutes, you two were ready to leave the dormitory.

 The campus was so overloaded. Hundreds of new students were drinking and screaming loud songs, which was tiring for you. Dina took your hand and went straight to the hall.

“And here we are! Isn’t it cool? Let the night begin!”

You two entered the hall and you wondered when you saw so many people at one spot the last time.

“We need a drink. Come with me to the bar.”

She pointed to the other side of the hall and pulled you with her. You both squeezed through the crowd and it was difficult for you not to lose her hand. Finally, you arrived at the bar, Dina and you ordered cocktails.

“For me a tequila sunrise and for my best friend here a strawberry mojito please!”

She turned around to you with a big smile on her face.

“Look y/n, this is the beginning of a whole new chapter in our lives. We both are students now and you know what that means?”

“I’m studying psychology and you’re studying journalism?”

It was so loud, you almost shouted.

“No! I mean yes, you’re right. But not just only studying is the new chapter. Enjoying life, meeting new people, and especially new boys. I’ve already seen some cuties over there.”

Dina giggled and her glimpse went to the right side nearby the dance floor.

“Oh my gosh, Dina. It’s always the same with you!”

You rolled your eyes and you both laughed.

“Ladies, your cocktails! Enjoy the party.” The barkeeper handed out our drinks and winked at Dina.

“Thank you!”

You turned yourselves to look back again at the dance floor.

“He flirted with you, I can’t believe it… we’re five minutes here and your project boys have already started!”

You shook your head but smiled.

“Uhm, I don’t know what you mean… anyways, I’m happy to be here with you as my best friend. We’re going to have an incredible time. Cheers y/n!”

Your glasses bumped together but the click sound wasn’t hearable.

“I’m happy, too. Even if my television plan was also really attractive to me. I love you!”

You took a big sip and tasted the alcohol.

You drank the drinks very quickly and Dina pulled you to the dance floor. At first, you were really shy but when you disappeared into the crowd and the right music played, you were able to let yourself go. You jumped and screamed, everyone was on fire. It was crazy to forget the past, the present, and especially the future for one moment.

You danced for a few hours and ate some of the snacks when you realized you were done with partying. Your legs hurt and your head was still ringing inside because of the loud music. You gave Dina a sign that she should follow you outside, so you two could talk better.

“I think I’m done for today Dina. Party time is over for me, now I’m going back to my granny lifestyle.”

You laughed.

“Okay, whatever you want. It was so much fun! Please text me when you’re at home.”

Dina hugged me.

“Wait, you’re not coming home with me?”

“No y/n! I’m having the time of my life right now and I’m not tired. Honestly, that sweet barkeeper should get another chance to wink at me again…”

She gave you a little kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you!”

And with that, she disappeared back again to the hall.  

 The night was beautiful and not that cold so you decided walking a few meters on the campus would be a good idea. It was nearly empty, everyone was inside the hall where the party was. In the middle of the campus, there was a big fountain and you could hear the water splashing. You were sitting on the fountain edge when suddenly a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“So, the party is over for you, too?”

You flinched. What the hell?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.”

You turned your head to the left side and a girl was sitting about two meters away. She had her hair in a bun and wore a short-sleeved shirt, simple jeans, and sneakers.

“Uhm, yeah. I just wanted to get some fresh air on the way home, what about you?”

“I was at the party for my friend because he literally forced me to go with him but turns out, he found a new love interest so it was my time to go. Finally.” She sighed.

“Oh okay, I understand. Parties can be a burden. My best friend was the reason why I was inside that hall.”

“It's great to meet a fellow sufferer…”

You both laughed. You took off your heels and stretched out your feet. This was a big relief. The other girl was looking into the sky.

“You’re also a new student on the campus?”

You looked right into her face.

“Yeah, I’m studying astronomy. So I can understand these things a little bit better.”

She pointed to the sky.

“Oh. That is really cool!”

You also looked into the sky now.

“And what about you?”

“I’m studying psychology.”

“That is really cool, too. Maybe we will see each other on the campus.”

She smiled a little bit.

“I bet. I’m living in this dormitory right there, so probably I will spend a lot of time here outside.”

“Maybe we can have lunch together one time… Oh my god, this is really a milestone for me to say things like that. I’m not a very outgoing person, to be honest.”

She scratched her neck.

“Oh, don’t worry. I feel you. But yes, lunch sounds good.”

You smiled at her and she did, too. You two sat there for the next couple of minutes, just enjoying the silence of the night.

“I think, I’m about to go now. I need tons of sleep but it was very nice to meet you. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

You stood up and you picked up your shoes.

“It was nice to meet you, too. I keep my eyes open… Get home safely.”

“I will. Good night.”

You walked a few steps when you realized that you did not even know her name. So you turned around.

“I’m sorry, I didn't ask you for your name.”

“I’m Ellie.”

Oh. What a pretty name.

“I’m y/n.”

And with that, you walked back home.

[renneiscent]

Two Sides of The Same Coin

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Chapter 7: ...not only flowers that bloom...

I’m not a morning person during weekend and if I said I’m not a morning person which mean I’m not able to wake up after noon. That’s another bad habit that I would love to get rid on. But it’s hard, especially when I pulled all night during my weekdays. I’m trying to fix it, though. I glance at the digital clock on my drawer with my heavy lids.

It’s 12:15 p.m.

It’s 5 minute faster rather than last week. See, I told you that I’m trying to fix it. With the body is still lethargic after waking up, I’m trying to reach my phone on the next drawer weakly. Usually I check on my Twitter or e-mail, but there is more important thing to check in this first morning—I mean afternoon.

UNKNOWN: Good morning, MC. UNKNOWN: I’m not sure what time will you wake up but I’m surely hoping my early message didn’t bother you in this early morning.

A seven o’clock in the morning’s message? What did you mean by bothering me? Absolutely not!

UNKNOWN: I just want to make sure if you would like to have coffee or lunch together today. I will pick you up while returning your clothes from last night.

I’m smiling; my sleepy eyes suddenly sparkle as if I already injected with caffeine on my blood. My thumbs are typing the answer right away.

MC IS NOW ONLINE

MC: Good morning MC: I’m really sorry for the late reply, I just woke up

UNKNOWN IS NOW ONLINE

UNKNOWN: Did you sleep well?

That was fast.

MC: Yes, I did! MC: Did you also sleep well or you didn’t sleep at all? UNKNOWN: I did have some good rest. MC: For how many hours? UNKNOWN: 4 hours if I’m not mistaken. MC: Yeah that’s good enough UNKNOWN: I told you I will get some rest. UNKNOWN: ;)

Oh sweet mother of Christ, he is so adorable.

MC: Good job, Jake! UNKNOWN: Thank you. UNKNOWN: So, what time I should return your clothes?

I take glance at the time on my phone’s screen, then to my flat, and then calculating the time that I will spend to clean my flat and myself up before he’s coming inside my head.

MC: I will see you in 2 hours, is that okay? UNKNOWN: Of course. I will see you in 2 hours then. MC: See you later, Jake! UNKNOWN: See you later, MC.

MC IS NOW OFFLINE

UNKNOWN IS NOW OFFLINE

And then after that conversation, my body immediately jump out from the bed and start cleaning up my flat. It’s not that messy, but I still want to leave a good impression on him. This is Jake we are talking about! So that I’m organising all my clothes and underwear, my skincare and cosmetics, my books and reports from last week; it took me an hour and half for cleaning up everything. I make sure everything to be perfect as if I’m the serial killer trying to get rid of the evidence. Then I take a shower, wear my best outfit, and quickly polish and put on some makeup over my face.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a smile dances across my lips. The soft fabric of the creamy white turtleneck caresses my skin, wrapping me in a warm embrace. I always love this top; this is my best option when I want to go out giving good impression. Moving down, my eyes settle on the dark chocolate trousers that hug my curves. The earthy tone of trousers matches my top, making me look stunning.

Well, I’m indeed stunning.

I don’t want to hurt my feet today so I choose to wear white sneakers as the complementary for today’s outfit which means I’m going to turn into my soft-and-adorable kind of girl. Ew, did I really say that? I let my long wavy hair down since I cannot come up with the idea to style my hair. To be honest, I really want to cut it short a very long time ago since to save more time and money (long hair costs more money to take care with), but looking how Jake loves to play my hair… and pull it gently, I push that thought away. I even already forgot if I used to have the thought of wanting to cut my own hair.

“Is it two hours already?” I glance over my phone. It is exactly two hours. Should I message him or just wait for a minute? Just when I’m losing in my thought, there is someone knocking my door. I head to my front door and open it right away.

As my eyes catch a sight of him, my heart skips a beat. There he stands; emanating an irresistible charm, dressed in an outfit that instantly ignites a sense of admiration within me. His knit polo shirt with its colour as brown as the coffee, the sleeves are short down to his elbows, showing his attractively veiny and muscular arms makes me hold my breath for a minute. Those stuffs could be a very beautiful necklace on me. The fabric clings to his toned arms, hinting at the strength and warmth that lies beneath. I wonder the view under that fabric. With one button left undone at the collar, it will be the new cause of death for me today.

Paired with his shirt, there he is wearing casual white trousers. The tailored fit accentuates his figure; it almost makes me dizzy with this amount of beauty. The way his clothes mould to his form, it's alluring beyond measure. This is not even a lie; notice how I talk like a professional fashion critic just now? It’s all because of him and his magic spell on me. On top of that, how our outfits coincidentally have perfectly matching colour, today is indeed magical.

“MC?” he calls my name and all I can do is staring at him as if his presence didn’t mesmerise me until I’m losing every vocabularies in my dictionary. “Something’s wrong?” he asks, fully concerned.

Your beauty wakes something I don’t know living inside me.

“Nothing,” I say instead. “It’s just your outfit… aren’t there too transparent for you, Sir Dark Knight?” I quickly recover, feeling grateful my brain is back to the right track.

“Isn’t my black attire attracting too much attention in this beautiful afternoon, Miss?” he smiles. “Since no authorities recognise me yet, I would love to dress as decent person and blend in. And also…” he takes sunglasses out of his pocket and wears it, showcasing his confident nonchalantly. “Someone said that I’m pretty good a con-artist myself,” arms crossed over the chest as he is leaning on the door frame.

Yup, I have decided to fall for him even much deeper.

“I never see your shenanigans so I’m not pretty sure about that. But…” I smile, feeling amused with his action. “If you managed to get inside this my-landlord-is-very-strict-so-he-won’t-let-anyone-but-the-tenants-to-come-in flat, I certainly approve your professionalism.”

“Mister Jones from downstairs you meant?” he raises one of his brows; I’m shocked with how he already called the landlord by his first name. All of us the tenants always call him as Mister Wright not just because of us showing respect, but that also purely Mister Wright’s demand. “That cool guy is pretty much chill, it is such an unfortunate that he quit from his band.”

I gasp, feeling amazed with him that already mingle really well until let Mister Wright told him about his biography. Well, I shouldn’t feel worried about his transparency then. “That’s amazing how you already tamed our cool landlord. Thank you very much,” both of my two hands place firmly together as I bow at him.

He laughs then he hands me a paper bag, “this is your outfit. They all already laundered, I asked someone to help me with that so you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m not worried at all, but thank you. Could you tell Athena that I will return her outfit as soon as possible since I don’t wash it yet?” I take the paper bag from his hand then put it down onto the coffee table. When I take a look at back at him, he already takes off his sunglasses and makes it cling onto his shirt.

“You don’t have to worry,” he reassures. “She said you don’t have to return it anymore.”

“What? But why?” I frown, feeling uneasy with that fact. “Then at least let me pay for the clothes.”

“About that,” he takes a short pause. “I already paid her back so everything is good.”

“Well, I’m the one that not feeling good.” I walk out from my flat as I try to lock the door after Jake close the door for me. “Then at least let me pay for today’s lunch.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He chuckles but then when he sees my expression, which is feeling uneasy and pretty upset about it, his hand is deliberately touching mine and then his fingers pulling my pinkie gently. “If you really want to pay me back so much, I will let you buy me coffee then. After all, don’t you think both of us love it so much until we show through our outfits?”

My heart flutters even more when knowing he is aware with our accidentally-matching-outfits.

“I will show you my favourite coffee shop. It’s a secret so don’t tell anyone. Okay?” I chuckle then nudge his shoulder playfully.

“Okay,” he smile as his hand is holding mine.

As we are heading to the front door of the building, I’m hoping to meet Mister Wright (the thing I never wished for before) just for looking interaction between Jake and him, but how unfortunate the cool guy is not here anymore. After we are out from the building, my eyes are looking everywhere to find where Jake parked his motorcycle.

“What are you looking for, MC?” one of his eyebrows raise.

“Your motorcycle,” I’m still looking. “Where did you park it?”

“Oh,” as I heard his response I just knew something’s not right. “I didn’t bring it today.”

“Is it broken because of me?” I fully concern.

“What? No…” he chuckles. I don’t know what’s so funny about that but at least it managed to make him laughing. I love his laugh. “I merely decide to not bring it so I can focus on you.”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen; there are exactly thirteen words that he just said and it already becomes my favourite words all the time. Those thirteen words managed make me blush and my heart pounds even harder since after Jake’s holding my hand.

“Now, what should we do first?” he takes a look from his wristwatch that I just noticed since I was only focused on other part of his arms—don’t judge me. “Should we have lunch first? I bet you don’t grab something to eat earlier, do you?”

I shake my head innocently.

“Well then, do you have something particular you want to eat right now?” his gaze is invading me. He is so tall and well built, I wonder if he is working out or all the running from government could make him this hot.

I shake my head again.

“Hmm,” he hums then taking his phone out from his pants’ pocket. “I know a place that serves nice steak in the city centre. Do you want to give it a try?”

“I would love to,” I speak this time and add a little nod and smile.

“Good,” he smiles back at me. “Now let’s find taxi for both of us,” he tightens our hands that have been holding.

As we are inside the taxi, heading to the steakhouse that Jake talked about, I thought the situation would be awkward but thankfully it isn’t. Both of us exchanging topics, even though it’s mostly Jake that invest to me that much. But actually, I also ramble too much for someone that not having caffeine yet. I talk literally about everything even if it doesn’t make sense, and he still listen to me carefully. I’m trying to ask him but I’m afraid if the driver is spy or something, so I just asked basic question yet important like how he’s been doing all this time or did he try to contact everyone from Duskwood.

Apparently that he didn’t cut off his interaction with just Donfort sisters, but the interaction is restricted and under control. I was upset about it at first, but then after hearing his explanation about how Lilly pleaded Jake to keep contacting them especially how she already told everything to Hannah; I’m trying to put it under the bridge.

Sister privileges, I lose with that.

Boring traffic makes it way much fun with having right person beside you is indeed true. Both of us didn’t even realise we already arrived at our destination. I thought the restaurant will be just basic fancy restaurant but it is like those hidden gems that tucked away from the bustling city streets. As we go down the stairs, hand in hand, anticipation fills the air. My heart flutters with excitement, especially after hearing Jake’s story that this is a place whispered about among those in the know, promising an intimate and unforgettable experience.

With each step, we are able to sense the warm ambiance embraces us, instantly putting us at ease. Soft candlelight dances upon the walls, casting a gentle glow that accentuates our features. The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of cutlery create a comforting symphony, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

As we enter, there is this man that looks like he is in the middle of 50s or something with smile that so bright as if all the candlelight here cannot compete with his, and the hair that he style into cute ponytail contradicting with his tall and huge size of body. He is welcoming Jake like he’s meeting his youngest son that rarely comes home. They are talking in language that I couldn’t understand but in the few minutes I realise that it was Deutsch.

“Who is the person from before?” I ask, finally having seat in our table.

“Old friend,” he smiles. Once again, he still answer my question but leaving out the details.

“Your hacking client or something?”

He lets out a soft chuckle then shake his head before continue to speak, “he is my mother’s friend. We are pretty much close.”

“Wouldn’t it be dangerous to eat here then? Isn’t that too far risky?” there is concern colour my voice.

“Hey,” he takes my hand and holds it tight. “Everything is fine. You don’t have to worry about it, okay?”

I didn’t answer him right away, he is trying to reassure me but somehow it makes me more worried. I understand when he is wearing something casual because he wants to blend in and he is good con-artist, at least that’s what he said to me. But eating in the public space, especially where you know the owner? Is it completely safe for him though? I feel something sketchy.

“You keep hiding something from me,” I sigh. “I thought we already pass through that.”

Just after Jake opens his mouth and tries to answer, the waitress already bring our steaks and red wine to pair it with the meat. After saying thank you to the waitress, Jake turns to me with intense gaze, “I want you to eat first and then we will continue this conversation later.”

“Without hiding something at all, okay?” I confirm.

“Okay,” he says certainly.

“Promise me,” I demand.

“I promise,” he says without doubt.

[hedgehogzb1]

AWKWARD BRITISH PROBLEMS:

🇬🇧Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

🇬🇧Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

🇬🇧The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

🇬🇧Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

🇬🇧"You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

🇬🇧 "I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

🇬🇧 Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

🇬🇧 Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

🇬🇧 Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

🇬🇧 Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door.

[sikyurame]

OOO time for me to ramble about Willow under the cut

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1) She’d be pressured by friends to name it something like “FBI Surveillance Van” otherwise it would remain untitled lol

2) Diurnal, she tries to stay up late at night especially when Gyro’s working on orders, but she can never stay up past 9pm.

3) She’ll answer from 1 to 10

4) Any joke or insult that refers to her deafness, those sting the most and it ruins her self esteem.

5) Why, with Gyro’s nifty “ham grabber” machine that can reach any nook and cranny. It’s one of the advantages to having him as a parent.

6) No, she wouldn’t.

7) WHAT KIND OF FRIENDS DOES THIS 8 YEAR OLD HAVE?? That would be a mental scar for her, she’d tell Donald about it and after the person is behind bars, Willow would be wary of making any more friends afterwards.

8) Oh god even more existential dread. When she wakes up death, Willow would give Gyro and Donald a big hug.

9) Who gave this 8 year old a pass to drive?? That is just a disaster ffddf

10) Willow loves collecting bugs much to both her parent’s displeasure (Gyro’s a little more accepting of it though)

11) She’d be uncomfortable about it.

12) I imagine in this situation, Gyro has to step out for a minute and tells Willow to watch the workshop with Helper while he goes out. There’s only so much Willow can do especially if the customers aren’t patient enough for her to write down her sentences. She’d probably break down, poor kid (and Helper would just takeover until Gyro comes back to take care of the mess)

13) Willow thinks of herself as a 5, but she’s probably a 2. She’s the least menacing person you could ever meet.

14) Willow would just stare, probably in disgust. If she’s with Gyro or Donald, she’d point the person out and sign, “Is that even healthy?”

15) She’d either shuffle away to make them fall from their own weight, or try to bite their arm. The only person who Willow would ever allow to do this is either Gyro or Donald.

17) So, the friend is definitely Zepp (sorry Ned), and Willow signs through the screen of her inter-dimensional phone, “You’re on your own.”

18) This is a terrible friend group the HECK. But chucking a rock at them, feels like an option she’d do.

19) Music. She figures it sounds nice since she’ll catch her dads dancing in the living room, but she doesn’t get the point of it. Though, thanks to Gyro and Donald, she’s been able to imagine what it sounds like based on a color system (sad = blue, happy = yellow, etc.)

20) Yeaaah lol There are times where she’ll be signing, but suddenly stops because she either forgot how to sign a specific word or is having a hard time remembering a word to describe whatever it is she’s talking about lol

21) Okay putting aside the whole deaf situation, Willow reminds me of those chippy, light hearted first world videogame music. Usually in a good mood, happy-go-lucky vibe, etc.

22) Never.

23) As of now no she hasn’t had a phase. Though, I would imagine her having a bit of a rebel phase in her teenage years especially against her parents with how overbearing they can be.

24) Yes, her apologies are always sincere, and most of the time it’s her apologizing for not writing down her sentences fast enough on her notepad for those trying to talk to her.

25) At her age, very likely. It’s the reason why Gyro doesn’t like her around the workshop as much, he just doesn’t want any of his tools or inventions falling on Willow.

26) She doesn’t mind it as long as she’s aware that the other person is going to do it (surprise hugs are a no go).

27) No, she prefers not to sing.

28) Yeah definitely, she’s usually well behaved and rarely leaves her parents’ side at a public location.

29) No, she’d be to scared.

30) When it comes to school projects, she’d rather work by herself. On the few times that she’s unable to (mandatory group projects yay), Willow has to adapt and try to write down her sentences as fast as she can to talk with her classmates, and (depending on the group) it either works or not.

31) She’ll smile but rarely laughs, and even then she holds it back. Not for any real reason, it’s just what she prefers.

31 QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR BLORBOS/OCS YOU ARE LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO ANSWER

you can make it an ask game or just pick and choose questions you want to do or just do everything or just ignore it i dont care QUESTIONS

Yeah nobody's gonna see this. Not gonna stop me from posting.

(important note: the bonus points arent mandatory but you can do them if you want)

i want. to. hear. it. all. i dont care who you are take your ocs or your blorbos and PUT THEM IN 

(but do credit me as the original question asker. probably just reblog)

If your character made a wifi hotspot, what would they name it?

Diurnal or nocturnal?

Do they normally answer “On a scale of 1/10…” questions by actually staying within the 1-10 boundary or by exaggerating everything like “36/10”?

What kind of joke or insult would be too far/too close to home for your character?

Your character must retrieve a slice of ham on a ceiling fan (the ceiling fan is too high for them to reach just standing on their own, and it is spinning). The ham has to be semi intact. Your character cannot use telekinesis. How do they get the ham?

Your character is tasked with consuming half a bottle of toothpaste for 50$. Will they do it?

Whoops, a friend of your character has committed murder! What does the character do? (Bonus points: the victim is another one of the character’s lesser friends.)

Your character abruptly dies during the night and death itself, admiring the character’s hardship, offers the character to go back into their body and have a second chance at life—no strings attached. What do they do?

Your character just drove into a ditch. What now? (Bonus points: they are an Uber Driver, and were transporting a stranger ((or multiple strangers)))

Does your character have a hidden talent/hobby? What is it?

Someone makes rude, passive aggressive/backhanded comments on your character’s friends and shuns them the entire night they all hang out—…but is visibly kinder to your character, trying to impress them. What happens?

Your character works one (1) day of retail. The customers are extra bad on that day. How does it go?

On a scale of 1/10, how menacing does your character think they look? On that same scale, how menacing do they actually look?

Your character watches someone, in public, crouch down and eat a cigarette butt off of the ground. How do they react? (Bonus points: the person notices, picks up another, and offers it to them.)

IF YOUR CHARACTER IS SHORT OR MEDIUM SIZED: Someone taller than them uses them as an armrest. How do they react or feel? (Whether this tall person is a stranger or friend is up to you)

IF YOUR CHARACTER IS TALL: Does your character use smaller characters as armrests? Jokingly or seriously? Only with friends, or with just anyone?

Your character is woken up by a friend at 3AM. The friend says they want to go on this ridiculously long and exhausting hiking trip, “like, right now.” What does your character react with?

Your character gets insulted by someone, and nobody in the group they’re with at that time stands up for them. What do they do?

What is one thing your character will never truly understand? Why?

How often does your character forget words? Do they actually try and find the word, or just make up a whole new word and move on? 

Is there a genre of music that reminds you of your character?

Has your character ruined the way you view anything? What is it? Was it worth it? (You know it was.)

Has your character ever gone through a phase? What was it? (Bonus points: “Its not a phase, guys!”)

When your character apologizes, is it normally sincere? What are they normally apologizing for?

How likely is your character to accidentally hurt themselves when working with a potentially dangerous tool?

How does your character react to platonic physical touch? Handholding, headpats, playing with hair, playful hit on the shoulder, etc.

Is your character a good singer? Do they sing for others?

Can you trust your character to not misbehave if you go with them to a public place like a restaurant, or a store?

Would your character have the guts to bungee jump?

Does your character like to work with others, or work solo? How does the character feel if they have to work in the social setting they don’t like? 

Does your character often smile and laugh, or is that harder to get out of them? Do they laugh when they get nervous or scared or uncomfortable? 

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor XV

chapter 15! read chapter 14 here

connie had some leftover chili in his fridge that he brought back from his mom’s house. the two of you ate that for the evening and it was really good but you didn’t wanna eat it to where he’d think you were greedy. you weren’t exactly the skinniest person so that last thing you needed was him of all people pointing that out.

“i’m gonna make a nickname for you.”

“okay.” you said as you helped connie wash dishes. he didn’t ask you to do it, you just felt obligated because you just did things like that.

connie laughed. “i didn’t say now, i’ll come up with something.” you stayed quiet until your phone rang. you dried your hands on his kitchen towels before answering.

“hello?”

“where are you?” jean questioned immediately. you nearly forgot about him, especially letting him know you were at connie’s

“at connie’s.”

“why? you know what i told you—“

“it’s nothing like that. i didn’t have anything to do and he wanted to hang out.” you heard jean sigh on the other end and you knew he was upset. but you didn’t wanna rush home just because jean didn’t want you hanging with connie.

“when are you coming home? where’s connie anyway?”

“i don’t know when i’m coming home. connie’s washing dishes.”

“don’t tell me you staying over—“

“mom’s on the other line, i’ll call you back.” you lied as you hung up on your brother. you understood his concern but you weren’t in the mood for his nagging right now.

“are you staying over?”you turned around and connie was leaning against the counter. of course he overheard the conversation. “it’s getting dark out.”

you shrugged and then remembered he said he had work soon. “don’t you have work?”

“they called and said i didn’t have to go in. convenient, right?” he smiled and i nodded. “so you staying over or what?”

“why you worried about it?”

“because i like having you here. what time you got work tomorrow?”

“12.” connie nodded slowly as he threw on a hoodie he had on the couch and grabbed his keys off the counter.

“i’m going to walmart, you wanna come?” you shook your head. “kay, i’ll be back.” when connie left, it was as if tia had called on cue.

“hey~” tia greeted as she answered the phone. you went to sit at his island and propped the phone up against his paper towel holder. “where you at?”

“connie’s.” tia’s eyes widened.

“oh? why you um…over there? being fast?”

“no, he just wanted to hang out. jean is mad as fuck tho.�� you giggled.

“i know he is…you gon give that man a heart attack one day. you staying over there?” you shrugged again before looking at the time. it was only around 8 o’clock so it wasn’t too late, you just knew that nobody would want you driving in the dark as if you’ve only had your license for a week.

“i guess. i think he wants me to—“

“hold up…did you ever ask him about the bitch he was with that day?”

“yeah that was his sister.”

“that nigga got a sister?”

“yeah he has a brother and a sister, they’re twins. they moved back here from new york with their mom.” tia nodded slowly but you knew she was smelling some kind of bullshit from what you were telling her. “sunny and martin.”

tia hummed. “totally believe he has siblings called sunny…and martin.” after the conversation about connie’s siblings, you and tia had slipped into other topics of conversation before ending the call. another 30 minutes had passed before connie came back.

“sorry it took so long, it was hella people in there. you good?” he asked as he sat the bags down on the counter.

you nodded. “what you get?”

“just refilling some stuff. and if you’re staying, i got you a toothbrush. i would’ve got pajamas but i didn’t know your size or anything so…”

“it’s cool. i think i’ll stay just for that.” connie’s eyes widened.

“oh? you wanna let your brother know—“

“no. where do you keep your shower stuff?”

after you showered and finished your routines, you put on the oversized shirt you were wearing before and a pair of his boxers. you felt weird wearing a man’s clothes, but right now you couldn’t really argue with what he gave you. you just felt a little self conscious.

“damn…” connie’s mouth moved faster than his brain and if he could have stopped his response to seeing you in his clothes, he would’ve. but his explicit thought were not turning him loose.

“what?”

“n-nothing, sorry for staring.”

“why were you staring? do i look bad in your clothes?”

“no, you look…the opposite actually. very cute.”

“okay…” you made a mistake and looked down at the hard-on in connie’s gray sweatpants. you heart dropped low so you brought your eyes back up. connie noticed your glance and got up quickly from his spot on the couch.

“i’m gonna…shower.” connie found you attractive. wildly attractive and as much as he wanted you to stay and hang with him some more, he knew that the walls of his mind would be covered with inappropriate thoughts. compared to those, the kiss was nothing, he wanted more. you on the other hand, felt lots of emotions. you knew you had very strong feelings for connie but you assumed they were innocent and had nothing to do with sexual attraction at all. boy, were you wrong. and nothing got better when he walked into the living area without a shirt, toned chest out on display and you couldn’t help but look.

“you wanna watch a movie?” and the next thing you knew, you were snuggled under a blanket with connie watching all of bridgerton. it wasn’t a movie but it was something you suggested because you knew connie hadn’t seen it. he seemed to be invested.

“i dunno why sienna don’t just stay with anthony, they both hoes anyway.” you pinched his arm from under the blanket. “ow…”

“she just wants him to love her for who she is. she doesn’t wanna feel like she has to change for someone she’s supposed to love.” connie’s head turned towards you and he didn’t think that a historical fiction show would be the cause of his realization.

you felt his eyes burning into the side of your head so you turned to face him. “what?”

“i love you.” you paused the show so that you can have every opportunity to make sure you heard what you heard.

“huh?”

connie realized that he was possibly not getting the response he wanted so he wanted to take back his words if he made you uncomfortable. but they were true. “sorry.”

“connie…are you high?” he looked at you like you were crazy.

“no? why? you don’t believe me?”

“no.” there was an amount of hurt in your voice. the last time a man outside of family said he loved you, you saw that man under another bitch. but connie understood, he was just disappointed that you weren’t saying it back so he assumed that everything this whole time was one sided. but he was wrong, you had developed feelings for him but you tried to suppress them because you never thought you’d need to address them…until now.

“but if you wanted to know if i loved you back, i do.” connie could almost jump up in excitement but all he was able to produce was a small smile.

“even if you didn’t, i love you regardless y/n. from the beginning i was drawn to you and the feelings just kept getting stronger, i just never knew when i wanted to tell you.”

“is this what you tell all your bitches?” you joked but connie rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“here you go with that bullshit. you my only bitch now, how bout that?”

“bitch?“

“you my lady, how does that sound?”

“it’s cool.” you knew such a limited response would annoy him a bit and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy annoying him.

“it’s cool,” he mocked you and you pinched him again but he took one of his pillows from his couch and threw it at you. “stop pinching me lil girl.”

“i don’t sound like that.”

connie started to stand up from the couch and stretched from sitting for a long time. “you do to me.”

“whatever. where you going?”

“waiting for you to get up so i can go to sleep.”

“i’ll sleep on the couch, it’s okay.” connie sighed.

“y/n…get up.” you sat back and crossed your arms.

“no.”

“i'm not doing this contigo, compadre." connie sighed before walking over to you and just casually throwing you over his shoulder. of course you tried hitting at his back but that didn’t work as his back felt like it was made of steel. once you got to his room, he threw you back onto the bed. his bed was soft and his bedroom was just as neat and put together as the rest of his place. the clothes were hung neatly in the closet and his sneakers were also lined up on the floor in an orderly fashion.

“why the fuck did you throw me like that? i could’ve got whiplash!” connie could help but stare at you as you were on his bed, his mind getting dangerous now and the blood rushing to his dick as they appeared.

“whatever. you’ll be okay in here, right?” connie walked to the door and opened it. he definitely did not wanna leave you there but he also didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable in any way, especially when he basically poured out his heart to you.

“yeah.”

“you sure? you can turn the tv on if you want to, the remote is on the—“

“can you lay down with me?” connie wasn’t expecting you to ask him to do anything, let alone ask him to share a bed with you.

“you sure?”

“if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t be asking.” you didn’t have to tell him twice before he went back to the living area to fold the blanket and turn off the tv.

when the two of you got in the bed, connie made sure to stay as far as possible away from you to make sure you were comfortable and he stayed like that for a while until he realized that the girl he’s been crushing on all this time was just a few inches away and he was scared to hold her.

he turned over. “y/n.” you turned over to face him after you were beginning to fall asleep.

you hummed. “can i hold you?” he could see you nod and that prompted him to bring his body closer to yours and wrap his arms around it. nothing could quite explain all the warmth he was feeling both inside and out and he internally prayed that it would last. he prayed that you would last and deep down, it was the same for you as well.

[kah-way-loh]

What’s your favorite furby?

Hmmm... That's a difficult question!

For the 1998s, I'll go with the classic Wolf! My very first working Furby, Gravel, is a Wolf, so they have a lot of sentimental value to me. Witch's Cats are also up there because for some reason my grandma had five of them and I ended up keeping two (Buddy and Big Furb)

For the Babies, you can't go wrong with Sunny Yellow! Second place goes to Wavy Stripes

For 2005s, hands-down Passionfruits! They remind me of dragonfruit with their pink bellies. Charcoals are another favorite simply because of my grumpy grandpa Big Man

For 2012s/Booms, that's a bit more tricky because that's the only era I don't have! I'll say the Festive Boom and the Rainbow Boom

For the Connects, I don't have many to choose from so I'm going with the teal and magenta ones. Connects aren't really my thing, they rely too much on gross-out humor and them being released unfinished just puts a damper on them. They are extremely soft, though, so I'll give them points for that!

[harringtonstilinski]

It’s A Date - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 3,530 Warnings: ST4 spoilers, fluff, little bit of angst  Smut: car sex between m+f, mutual masturbation Requested: Nope. Based off a prompt from this list A/N: Hi, friends! Of course, my first Steve Harrington fic is a smut piece, haha! This contains spoilers for S4, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. If you have any requests for our mom of 6, my askbox is open for requests. I might overuse the gif below because hotdamn🥵!!! Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“Dusty! Hurry up, you’re gonna be late!” 

Do you know how many times a week I hear that? Five. Five days a week! All because my brother is still in his room, doing God knows what!

Upon hearing Mom’s voice calling his name again, I pulled the covers off my body and got out of bed. Opening my bedroom door, I glared at Dustin’s. I walked over to it and opened it up. “If you don’t hurry the hell up, I’m gonna drag you out of here by your hair. Got that, dipshit?”

“Okay, okay,” he said, getting up from his desk chair. “I was talking to Suzie.” 

Confused, I asked, “Why?”

“None of your business. Besides, aren’t you late for work?”

Facial expression going serious, I asked, “What time is it?” before going back to my room to look at my clock. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Keith is gonna kill me.”

I quickly changed my shirt and brushed my hair out. Since I had a phone in my room, I called up Family Video. As it rang, I searched for my jeans that I thought were on the floor. They ended up being on my vanity chair. 

“Family Video.”

“Steve? Holy shit, thank you for answering.”

“Y/N? Aren’t you supposed to be here by now?”

Resting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I pulled my shorts down and began putting my jeans on. “That’s why I’m calling. I apparently overslept and somebody was supposed to come pick me up.”

“I was? Damn, I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Cover for me until I get there?”

“What should I tell Keith?”

“Lost track of time running an errand?” I heard Dustin’s voice and got another idea… well, excuse. “I had to wait for Dustin ‘cause Mom needed me to take him to school. It’s also a perfect excuse for me to use the car today.”

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” I heard Keith asked.

“I’m on the phone with her now. She has to wait for her little brother so that she can take him to school.”

Silence. I stopped zipping and buttoning my jeans to hear what else Keith had to say. After a few more seconds of silence, I whispered, “Am I in the clear?”

“Not in the slightest,” Keith answered. “If you’re late again, you’re fired.”

“R-roger that.” I hung up after that, quickly zipping and buttoning my jeans before grabbing my vest with my name tag attached. I went to the kitchen, seeing Mom standing at the sink. “Can I borrow the car?”

“What for?”

Looking around to find the clock I knew was there, I spotted Dustin about to walk out the door. Quickly turning my head back to my mom, I said, “Dustin asked me to take him to school.”

“No, I didn't,” said boy responded, confused.

“Last night, you did.”

“Before you two start up, yes, you can borrow the car,” Mom said.

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I love you! I’ll be safe!” Walking towards Dustin, I said, “Your ass owes me.”

~~~

10:30AM. Only 30 minutes late for work. It took me all of 15 mins to get Dustin to school and myself to work. Did I go over the speed limit? Maybe. Was I driving like I didn’t care about the speed limit? Maybe. I mean, I didn’t get pulled over or anything, so I’m good!

Once I walked in the video store, I was met by Keith at the front counter. “You’re late.”

“Yes, I���m aware. Thank you. We’ve already established this,” I answered. I walked around the counter and straight to the back to set my stuff down and clock in. Once that was done, I immediately got to work on putting away the tapes people had returned.

“And then Vickie laughed,” I heard Robin say. I peaked out from one of the aisles to listen in on her conversation with Steve. “And it wasn’t like a cheap, fake laugh, either. It was like…”

I moved out of the aisle, knowing that she had to be at the basketball game the night before. “It was genuine, right?” 

She looked at me and smiled a little. “Yeah. It was.”

“I remember when I used to make someone laugh genuinely,” I said, looking in Steve’s direction.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Steve and I dated for about a year. We got together the night he fought the demodogs, and then we broke up right before I was supposed to leave for school. Yes, my feelings are still there. Are they still there for him? I’m not sure. Anyway.

I went back to putting the movies back up, and before I knew it, about 15 minutes had gone by. Sitting down behind the front counter, I watched the movie that was playing; Doctor Zhivago. Don’t ask. Robin put it on. A body sat down next to me.

“Ya’know, if I’m utterly and totally right, I would say that Steve still has mad feelings for you.”

I looked over Robin, giving her a face of… well, curiosity. I looked back at the tv, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I’m not so sure.”

“Hey, guys, check this out,” Steve said, turning the tv behind the counter on.

Robin and I both moved to the front of the counter; Robin sitting in a chair, me sitting on the counter, and Steve standing. I was in the middle. What was on the television disturbed me; a teenager from Hawkins High was killed. 

My first thought was, “Dustin.” I hadn’t realized that I said his name aloud until I felt an arm around me, the hand attached rubbing my left arm up and down.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Steve said.

“Better be,” I said, tearfully. “Or else I’m gonna revive him and kill him myself.” Hearing the front door open, I quickly gathered myself, but was shocked when I heard a voice say, “Hey, Steve.”

I turned around so fast, I thought I gave myself whiplash. “Oh, thank fuck.”

“You see this?” Steve asked.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked, Max right on his tail.

“Someone was murdered.”

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin enunciated.

“Two, why?”

“Actually, we have three,” I said. Robin, Steve, Dustin and Max all four looked at me, but my eyes landed on Steve’s. Shrugging, I said, “If you wanna count Keith’s, it makes three.”

“Three works,” Max said.

“Guys, what’s going on? Does it pertain to the person was murdered?”

Taking off his backpack, Dustin said, “Y/N/N, move.”

Moving, I asked, “What fo–” Interrupting me, Dustin slid his bag across the counter, causing Steve and I to shout, “What are you–?”

“My pile,” Robin complained.

Dustin slid across the front counter, knocking over the tapes Steve stacked, causing him to shout, “No, no, no! My tapes! Dude!”

I had moved as soon as I knew what my brother was doing when he slid his bag and then his body across the counter. I walked up to him as he sat down at the computer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Setting up base camp,” Dustin said.

“Base camp? Dusty, you can’t do that. This is my place of work.” I looked behind me at the back of the store. “If Keith finds out you’re back here, I’m dead.”

“You won’t,” Steve said.

I looked at him, asking, “What?”

“He left after you got here,” Robin said. “While you were in the back.”

Sighing, I said, “I’m gonna kill him.” Looking back at Dustin, I asked, “Why do you even need the computer?”

“Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin said.

“Your new best friend you think is cooler ‘cause he plays your nerdy game?” Steve asked.

“If you stop complaining about Eddie, I’ll go on a date with you,” I said, looking at Steve.

I turned back around to watch my brother, seeing him writing down names and numbers. Groaning loudly, I walk to the front of the counter to help Robin finish picking up. 

“You want me to strangle him or should I let you do those honors?” Steve said.

“Take turns,” Robin said.

“Oooh, good idea,” I smiled, looking back and forth between the two.

“Fill them in, please,” Dustin said.

“Fill us in on what?” Robin asked.

I looked at Max, who looked like she didn’t want to say anything, but told us anyway.

~~~

Apparently, Eddie had killed Chrissy Cunningham, and how he’s on the run from the cops… or at least that’s what I got out of it. 

“So, he killed her or something else killed her?” I asked.

“I’m thinking something else,” Max said.

While Robin, Max and Dustin called Eddie’s friends, we ended up getting a few customers in the store, to whom Steve and I both attended to. As I walked past him and a female customer, I overheard him try to explain Doctor Zhivago to the poor girl, who stated she had a boyfriend.

After I was done with my customer, I noticed that Steve had walked this girl to the door and stood there as she got in her car and drove off.

“Stop gawking,” I said. He pulled himself back in the store after saying the GD word. Looking at me, he gave me those eyes that I knew was him beating himself up on the inside. I took a step closer to him, almost chest to chest. “Hey, listen. If you can go the rest of our shift without complaining about Eddie or beating yourself up mentally, I’ll go on a date with you. Tonight.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Lover’s Lake. Pick me up at 9. I’ll be sitting on the trunk of my mom’s car.”

“It’s a date.”

“I might have a lead,” Max said, interrupting our moment. She started explaining something, but all I heard was one name; Reefer Rick.

“Wait a sec, I know him,” I said, walking to the counter.

“You do?” they all asked.

“Yeah. I used to buy weed from him back when I was a sophomore. I know where he lives.”

~~~

Robin, Max and Dustin gave the plan of going to see Reefer Rick as soon as possible. So, the five of us went to see him, only for him to not be at home. We found Eddie, though, in the boat house, hiding in a boat.

He explained what happened with Chrissy after we convinced him to tell us. As he was explaining what happened with her bones and how they were snapping, I shivered and turned my head to the side with my eyes closed.

I jumped when I felt an arm around me again. The arm belonging to Steve. I did what I always did when he did that; curled into him the best I could.

“You all think I’m crazy, right?” Eddie asked.

I looked over at him, sniffling, “No. We don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you. We believe you.”

“Look,” Dustin said. “What I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off.”

Sniffing again, I said, “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, and sometimes it bleeds into ours.” “Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked.

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max said.

“There’s monsters in this other world,” Dustin said. “We thought they were gone.”

“But they’ve come back before,” I said.

“That’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again,” Max said. “We need to know.”

“That night,” Robin said. “Did you see anything?”

“Dark particles, maybe?” 

Eddie shook his head before Dustin explained, “They would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“Or snow,” I said.

“No, there was nothing you could see or touch,” Eddie said. “I tried to wake her. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin said. 

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s Curse.”

Rubbing my arm again, Steve asked the group, “Who’s Vecna?”

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered.

“A spellcaster,” Eddie said.

“A dark wizard.”

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After taking Max and Robin home, Steve took me and Dustin home… well, mainly Dustin since it was already about 9pm. When he got out of the car, Dustin asked, “Aren’t you coming?”

“Tell mom not to wait up,” I said. “There’s a conversation that needs to happen.” I looked over at Steve for a second before looking at the sky, lightning striking.

“Make it fast.”

Steve drove off towards Lover’s Lake, the silence in the car deafening. “Hey, listen,” he said. “What happened between us–”

“Can we pause this conversation until we get there?” I asked. He sighed and went back to not saying anything. I watched as the rain started to come down, lightly before it gradually got heavier.

I looked out at the lake as soon as Steve put his car in park. After a few seconds of silence, I said, “I don’t know why I did it.” Looking down at my lap, I tried to will the tears back. “I was either scared you’d cheat on me or that I’d cheat on you. Truth is…” I sniffled. “I never stopped caring about you, thinking about you, or… loving you.”

I looked at him, seeing his eyes already on me. “I wouldn’t have.”

“I know, I know, I just– I had that small fear. And no, it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you because I did and still do. It was me and my stupid brain.” I couldn’t hold the tears back as I said, “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He cradled me the best he could with us being in the car. “Hey, it’s okay. I understood then and I understand now.” I looked up at him the best I could as he looked down at me. “I still love you, too.”

Without thinking, I leaned up and kissed him, feeling him kiss me back. A simple kiss turned into a make out session which turned into me climbing into his lap after he pulled the seat back.

Detaching his lips from mine, he smiled a little, saying, “Bring back memories?”

I took my shirt off and nodded, but I said, “Shut up and kiss me.” 

We quickly locked lips again before I helped him take off his shirt. His lips went for my neck as my hands went to the back of his head, gently balling up his hair in my fists. He found my sweet spot, which made me moan.

“God, I’ve missed that sound,” he said.

“Steve,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” 

“Shut up, please.” I hadn’t realized that he unhooked my bra and pulled it off my breasts a little until I felt the flesh of his hands on the flesh of my breasts. “Steve, do something.”

I put my arms down, feeling my bra straps fall down before I felt Steve’s hands on my back, pulling me straight. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips wrap around my nipple, him hardening the bud.

Pulling away from my breast with a small pop, Steve said, “There’s my girl,” before moving on to the other one, eliciting another moan from me.

I felt his bulge on my core, so I reached down once he pulled away from my breast again and palmed him through his jeans, making him groan. After doing that for a moment, I looked down at his button and popped it, unzipping his jeans right after. 

Without him even saying anything, I got up on my knees as best as I could so that he could slide his jeans down his thighs. Before I could reach into his boxers, he said, “Do you remember where I keep them?”

I nodded, turning my head to the glove box and reaching the best I could to open it and retrieve a condom. Steve and I were both a panting mess, our breathing heavy. I turned back to him, holding the packet up and smiling. “Are we really about to do this?”

He nodded while smiling before taking the packet out of my hand. “Yup.”

I chuckled before I looked down at his package, reaching for it. I looked at him and asked with my eyes if he was totally sure, to which he nodded just slightly. 

It’s not like Steve and I never had sex before because we have. We just haven’t had sex in about seven months, so I just wanted to be sure with him before we went any further.

Reaching into his boxers, I wrapped my hand around his hardened length, pumping slowly a few times to get the blood flowing even more. Before long, I started pumping faster, finding a rhythm. 

Steve moaned, letting me know he was liking what I was doing. Not realizing that he popped the button on my jeans and unzipped them, I moaned as well when I felt his finger enter my core. Mutual masturbation, I guess.

“Mmmm, baby, baby, baby,” Steve said. “You keep going, I’m gonna cum right all over your hand.”

I stopped, putting my hands on his face to pull him in for a deep kiss. He pulled his hand from my panties before I felt him tap the outside of my thighs. I got up on my knees again before he broke the kiss.

“Sit over there,” he said, breathing heavily.

I did as he asked and sat in the passenger seat to finish undressing, him doing the same. “Do you have a blanket in the back?”

“Always,” he smiled.

I watched as he rolled the condom down his length after taking it from the packet. He grabbed my hand and helped me back over, but not before I hit my head on the roof of the car. “Ow, fuck!”

He chuckled while holding my head, kissing where I hit it. “Are you okay?”

I chuckled as well, looking up at him. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

After calming down, I looked down and grabbed his hardened cock, giving him those eyes once more. He nodded again, so I carefully lined him up with my entrance and slowly slid down, moaning all the way. 

“Fuck, I forgot how big you are,” I breathed.

“You know you love it,” he said.

“I do,” I said. “I do.” After adjusting for a moment, I started bouncing… or what bouncing I could do considering we were in his car.

Steve and I were still breathing heavily, moans coming out of my mouth left and right. I felt his hands on my hips, his own meeting mine.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I breathed, stopping my movements. “If you’re wanting to do that, we should lay the seat back. It feels awkward.”

He thought about it for a second before nodding and saying, “You’re right.” He laid the seat back and told me to stay on my knees before we started up again; me bouncing and him thrusting up into me.

With my hair in front of my face and my mouth open, I moaned with every thrust Steve made.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grunted. “So goddamn beautiful.”

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” With one more thrust into me, I came all over Steve’s protected cock. Leaning forward, I caught myself with my hands on the top corners of the seat. 

With his hands on my hips, I looked down at Steve, seeing him eye our bodies meeting, sweat forming on his brow. “Almost there,” he grunted.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I moaned loudly.

With one final, “Fuck!” from Steve, he stopped all movements, grunting while his hips jerked, letting me know he had came.

We didn’t move from our positions, just sitting there trying to catch our breaths. After a couple of minutes of being completely still, I moved my hand from the seat to Steve’s cheek, bringing our lips together.

When we pulled apart, we rested our foreheads against each other. I had my eyes closed, so I couldn’t tell if his was open or not.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back. “But, uhm, can you move? I’m getting soft.”

I laughed at his statement, nodding my head. I moved to the backseat, hoping he would pick up what I was laying down. Grabbing the blanket, I wrapped it around myself, noticing that Steve was pulling his boxers and jeans back up.

“Y/N/N?” he asked.

“Back here, dorkwad.”

He turned his head and smiled when our eyes met. He looked at my clothes before handing them back to me, silently telling me to get dressed, and after doing so, he climbed in the back with me, laying down in the seat first before I laid on top of him.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down my back. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too,” I smiled. “Next time we do this, though, at least take me to dinner first.”

He chuckled before saying, “It’s a date.”

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Posted on June 3, 2022