#we also got lunch together and i was supposed to come back home for my 2 pm class and he was supposed to go to the gym before work

[woso-soso]

Missing Puzzle Piece Pt.1

Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen

Summary: Mapi and you have been together for years, what will happen when a new person makes an appearance in your lives.

Word Count: 3,639

Part 2

Any time words are Italicized it indicates another language being spoken, in the case of this story it will indicate Spanish is spoken.

You’d known María for years, having met when you were barely big enough to ride the fair rides that came into town every year. Meeting at a volleyball camp held at your town's community center, and while María thrived at it you found yourself cowering in the back. Shrinking further into yourself as you struggled to integrate into the game, finding yourself more so on the end of flying balls. Balls you weren't prepared to hit back, leading to more than one frustrated groan from the team you had been forced onto. By the time lunch had come around you were left to sit alone at one of the tables set up, that was until a wild haired girl came bounding over. A smile wide across her face as she sets her lunch down at the seat across from you. You hadn’t caught her name at introductions, having been more focused on not puking on your shoes than learning anyone's names.

“I’m María,” she said, her mouth full of food. “But everyone except my mama calls me Mapi.” 

You stare at the strange girl in front of you, her arms covered in doodles. Many of them being extremely detailed, maybe the two of you would have something to talk about after all. “I’m Y/N,” you whisper hoping the much louder girl will be able to hear you. 

“So why are you here Y/N, I mean not to be rude but like you seem to hate it,” Mapi remarks not looking up from the food in front of her as she continues to shovel it into her mouth at a speed that was honestly impressive. 

“My papa, he got the dates mixed up when registering. I was supposed to be at the art camp next week but now I’m stuck here instead.” You answer somberly. Your papa was doing his best, becoming a single parent suddenly hadn’t been the plan and the two of you took it in stride together. Even when he did mess up, at least he was trying. 

“So you like art,” Mapi’s interest piques as she finally slows down to look up at you. You nod softly as you pick at the simple sandwich in front of you. Something you had thrown together that morning because your papa had forgotten to pack lunch the night before. “What do you like to do?”

“Well, I like drawing. My papa just got me a ton of new pencils to try. But I also really like taking pictures. I have this film camera at home, papa says when it's full we can send it off to get them developed. Apparently it's a long process.” The camera had been something your therapist had suggested, she thought it would benefit your dad to see what piques your interest. Helping get inside your mind since getting you to talk was a challenge. “Do you like drawing,” you inquire hesitantly, looking again at the intricate doodles that covered Mapi’s arms. 

“I love drawing, my mama says I get ink everywhere but I like drawing on my arms. At least then I get to see them all the time.” Mapi’s answer intrigues you. You could see the cap of a ballpoint pen stick out the top of her shirt having been clipped inside to attempt to conceal it. 

“I like that,” you state, a soft smile crossing your face as you look Mapi in the eyes. Her own large smile somehow getting larger. 

“Come here,” Mapi says suddenly, “would you like some drawings of your own.” You nod cautiously, moving around the table to sit next to the taller girl. Wiping her hands on her shorts before grabbing the ballpoint pen. “Here, stretch out your arm,” her hand gently takes your forearm, extending it across the table so it lays flat palm up. The pen tickles, but quickly you grow used to it. Mapi works slowly, making small marks across your arm as you relax into the feeling. 

The rest of the day is less anxiety-inducing as you switch over to the same team as Mapi, her presence not only calming but protective as you were able to hide behind her. Avoiding any more unwanted contact with volleyballs. When your papa comes to get you you can see him eyeing the ink marks across your skin, a relieved smile crossing his face as he watches you wave to Mapi her matching ink marks clear on her skin. 

“So did you make a friend today?” He questions cautiously. 

“I think I did papa,” a bright smile appearing on your face for the first time in a long time. 

“You got in!,” Mapi shouts gleefully, her arms wrapping around your body. The letter grasped tightly in your hand as happy tears trail down your cheeks. 

After meeting Mapi the two of you quickly became tightly bonded. Spending many evenings camped out in each other's bedrooms exploring different art mediums, a football game usually playing in the background as you talked softly. Mapi had always encouraged your photography, she insisted that while you were one for few words your photos always told a story. It was because of her that you got up the courage to apply to art school, the same art school Mapi had gotten into and while she chose to focus on football and not attend you knew it was still the best place for you. 

“I did it, I can’t believe I did it,” you mumble into her shoulder. Your tears leaving a damp spot on her shoulder. 

“I knew you could do it, your mama would be so proud,” Mapi whispers softly, her hand stroking your hair. A new wave of tears starting at the thought of your mama. She had been gone for so long yet it felt like just yesterday she had been showing you her own camera, a camera locked up safely in the attic. 

You pull away from Mapi’s warm embrace slowly, your arms staying connected around her neck. Your stomach twisting as you stare into her eyes, you knew you had feelings for her. It would almost be weirder if you didn’t, the two of you had been inseparable since you were small. You had been there for her through hundreds of football games where she dominated over the boys and she had been there for you while you displayed your photographs at various school events. She knew you front and back, like a book she had read a million times and you knew her the same. Before you can even think about what you're doing you lean in, Mapi making no move to pull away as your lips connect. 

Mapis lips are slightly chapped, yet taste like strawberry as if she had just applied chapstick. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you in closer as the kiss becomes more frantic. The pent up attraction between the two of you coming out full force. The sound of your front door closing being the only thing to snap the two of you apart. Your face most certainly flushed bright red as you stare at the carpeted floor under your feet. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, quickly wiping your face clean of any chapstick. The strawberry scent lingering. 

“Why?” Mapi asks quietly, leaning back on your bed. Watching you as your brain races a mile a minute. 

“I shouldn’t have just jumped you like that, I just… I assumed things and I’m sure they aren’t correct,” your voice cracks as you try to keep from crying. Embarrassment is clear on your face with your blazing red cheeks. 

“How do you know,” Mapi asks. 

“How do I know? Because come on Mapi look at you and look at me, it's silly to think we could be anything more than friends.” You mumble.

“Well firstly, best friends. Secondly, what do you mean look at you? You are the most amazing person I know, I’m honored you like me that way. I’ve liked you for a long time now, I just never had the courage to say anything.” The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Mapi’s words hanging in the air. 

“Really?” You whisper, turning to look at her. 

“Really,” Mapi says, her hand taking yours. 

The two of you are practically inseparable after that, wherever Mapi goes you are sure to follow. For years you worked at small photography studios, focusing on simple family portraits, weddings, and other parties. But by chance there was a day you got asked at the last minute to photograph Atlético Madrid's game against Real Sociedad. Atlético’s regular photographer had fallen ill and of course Mapi took this as a chance to throw your name out there. Sure some of her teammates were aware of your relationship but that didn’t seem to be a hindrance as you trekked out to the sidelines of the pitch, camera and monopod in hand. The game goes well, except for the occasional stray ball you stay safely tucked away capturing the high emotions of the game. 

“Did you get my good side,” Mapi jokes as she approaches, her cheeks flushed from having just finished a full ninety minute game. 

“Now when did you develop a bad side?” Your eyebrows raise in question as you continue to pack up your gear, preparing for a long night at home editing.

“Just checking, just checking” Mapi smirks, hands raised in surrender as she turns to take off back towards her teammates. 

While that night is long. You curled up on the couch as Mapi’s head rests in your lap, her soft snores reminding you how late it was, your hand gently combing through her hair as you edit the lot of photos you had taken. Only finishing as the sun begins to rise, a nagging headache forming behind your eyes as you close your laptop. 

“Come on love, let's go sleep properly,” you grunt as you nudge Mapi off your lap. 

“What time is it?” Mapi groans as you drag her to her feet. Her eyes barely opening enough to see her surroundings. 

“It's either very late or very early, let's not think about it.” You say as you push her into bed, joining her on the other side. Burying yourself under the covers, hoping for at least some restful sleep. 

What you hadn’t expected to come from the game was a permanent job offer from Atlético. They insisted they needed a photography assistant and that if you wanted it you were more than welcome to have it. It wasn’t something you even need to consider, quickly accepting the offer on the table. In the three years you were with Atlético you learned as much as you could, following the lead photographer like a shadow. Getting to know the coaches and players, learning where to draw boundaries with Mapi, you may be together but you weren’t about to risk either of your jobs because of it. 

That's what made it so hard to leave, when Barcalona came knocking at Mapi’s door it would have been stupid to say no. But the dread of having to start over in a new city made you nervous. You were already away from home most of the time, only seeing your papa a few times a year. You had finally established a career in Madrid, but at the same time you knew you couldn’t be away from Mapi. The two of you moved in tandem for a reason, you were two pieces to the same puzzle. You would rather put your career on hold to be there for her then be in Madrid, alone. 

Things fall into place easily in Barcelona, a job as an editing assistant for the men's team opens up only a few weeks after you move in with Mapi. Sure it wasn’t where your passion lied but it was something. 

“How are you settling in my love,” Mapi asks one morning as the two of you laid together in bed, the sun leaking in through the slightly open curtains. Her hand tracing shapes along your spine. 

“It’s okay, I wish I was with the women's team but it's okay, it's a start.” You knew deep down your only actual chance to work with the women's team would be if someone leaves, and who would leave working for the most successful team in the league. 

“It will happen one day, they will see just how talented you are and they won't be able to deny you the  job you want.” You appreciated Mapi’s optimism, she had always been your biggest cheerleader. Reassuring you throughout the years as the two of you grew and changed with one another. 

“Thank you my love, we can hope, but let's not get them too high.” You whisper softly, tracing the tattoos that cover Mapis arms only stopping once your alarm interrupts your morning peace. 

The two of you go your separate ways when you hit the gate at work, her slipping off to practice as you make your way down the never ending hallways. Passing offices of people important enough to have actual doors, eventually settling into your small cubical towards the back of the room. A place you can tuck yourself into and hide from the rest of the office. 

This continues for years, Mapi and you continent in your relationship never really sharing it with others outside of your family and friends. Your social media staying very much private, especially as you start to get more attention from fans of the team for the photographs you take, having been promoted to the men's team head photographer. You were happy, sure you had hopes and dreams you were still working towards but you found yourself fond of the simple everyday routine that you and Mapi had formed. 

That was until you literally ran into a goddess. 

The tall dark haired beauty had exited the main conference room right as you were passing, not a chance for either of you to stop as you collided. The box of hard drives crashing to the ground as she grabs your arm to stabilize you. 

“I’m so sorry,” the brunette says quickly, a thick accent making it challenging for you to understand. Your limited understanding of English not aiding in the matter. 

“It.. is.. okay,” you stammer out, hoping you said something okay. The soft smile on the woman's face giving you some reassurance that you had. 

“I’m Ingrid, I just signed on with the women's team.” The woman you now know as Ingirid declares, her hand extended towards you. Your mind going blank as you gently take her hand. 

“I am Y/N,” you say with less confidence than her. 

“Well, it's very nice to meet you Y/N.” Ingrid declares, dropping your hand to bend down and retrieve the box you had dropped. Thankfully none of the hard drives had fallen out. 

And with that she was gone, your mind racing at warped speed. The tingle on your skin from where she had been holding your arm reminding you of the feelings that had coursed through you. A sudden wave of nausea washing over you as Mapi popped into your mind, your fun, sweet, goofy Mapi. How you could even think of another woman, one you don’t even know, one who will have to work with your LONGTIME partner. This sudden feeling of guilt settling into your stomach. 

You avoid the topic with Mapi for the next few days, a weird silence falling over your shared apartment any time work is brought into the conversation. You know she can tell something is wrong, you can feel her watching you as you try to keep yourself distracted in the apartment. Being barely able to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time this sudden influx of anxiety being clear as day to anyone who knows you. 

It isn’t until one late night when you get home from traveling with the mens team that you and Mapi finally talk. She had stayed up late, catching you as you snuck in the front door.

“Please, my love, come talk to me. Somethings wrong, I can tell.” Mapi’s words make your heart ache, looking into her eyes you see someone who so desperately wants you to open up. Something that you had never seen before, up until now you and Mapi had never had issues communicating. Communication was actually one of the things the two of you pride yourselves on, something many of your friends were actually stunned by when they first learned how open the two of you are. 

You take your time to drop your bags, sliding your shoes off as you close the door behind you. The pit of anxiety growing more into a black hole. Sitting down next to Mapi on the sofa, not daring to look at her. The two of you sitting in silence for what felt like hours, Mapi’s hand gently grasping yours. 

“What is going on in your mind my love,” Mapi whispers softly as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I… I um, I met one of your new teammates last week.” You swallow, tears pricking at your eyes as guilt eats away at you. “She bumped into me in the main offices,” you whisper looking over at Mapi as she watches you intensely. 

“Did she do something to you?” Mapi asks, a hint of urgency in her tone. 

“Nothing bad I promise, she probably doesn’t even remember meeting me. But… when she held my arm to keep me from falling I got this feeling.” You turn away from Mapi again, not wanting to see the look on her face. “And I hate this feeling, it's a feeling I’m only supposed to have with you, yet my skin burned where she held it. I feel like I’m betraying you even though I haven’t done anything.” 

You don’t dare look at Mapi, her hand hasn't left yours and she never shifts further away from you. But this feeling of guilt settles in your stomach, the fear that she will be angry at you for your unwanted thoughts lingers in the back of your mind. 

“Who was it?” Mapi asks after a few long moments. 

“What?” The shock is evident in your voice as you snap your head to look at her. Having expected anger, not curiosity. 

“What is her name? Who is it?” She asks again, meeting your eyes, a soft squeeze of your hand reassuring you. 

“She said her name is Ingrid. I think she just signed on with the team.” Sharing the only information you had. 

Mapi takes a moment to process what you had said, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks as she takes you in. “It’s okay,” she reassures after a moment. “I am guilty of the same,” Mapis' words shocking you. 

“What?” You hiccup. 

“I have had the same feelings you have had for her, I’ve been struggling with them to my love. She is… enticing to put it simply. I don’t blame you for feeling this way about her.” Mapi’s words both alarm you and reassure you. You had felt some security in knowing that while you held these feelings there was no way you were going to interact with Ingrid again. But knowing that Mapi also held those feelings, for someone she is seeing everyday, traveling with, showering with. A sudden wave of fresh tears form in your eyes. 

“You… you like her too. Were you ever going to tell me?” You ask suddenly, pulling your hand away from hers.  

“Of course I was, it's not like I would ever dream of acting on those feelings. I was worried about you. You’ve been acting off.” Mapi defends. 

“I’ve been acting off because I find this person attractive, the same person you apparently find attractive. A person you will be spending time with, alone.” A tone that isn’t anger but more so anxiety present in your voice. 

“I’m not going to ever act on it, I love you, that isn’t changing.” Mapi insist. 

“But what if you eventually find you are loving her? She seems charming, pretty. What do I have to compete.” 

“You aren’t competing my love, there is no competition.” Mapi’s words hang in the air as you process all that has been shared. 

But what if you want to share? The thought of Ingrid making your heart flutter, not in the way Mapi makes it flutter but in a way that feels like she completed the puzzle the two of you were pieces in. Your love for Mapi hadn’t changed, it had only grown over the years, but the thought of Ingrid felt like your heart was whole. 

“What would you think if I thought dating Ingrid would be appealing, if I thought she would fit in well with us?” You ask hesitantly. 

“Are you asking if I would want to open our relationship?” Mapi asks. 

“Not open, it wouldn’t just be anyone. Just Ingrid.” You respond, watching Mapi out of the corner of your eye. 

“I… I wouldn’t be opposed, not if she would be okay with it. She would have to want both of us, I’m not losing you because of someone else.” Mapi whispers. 

“I don’t think you would have to ever worry about losing me.” You say softly as you place a gentle kiss on Mapi's cheek. “Let's think of it this way, if Ingrid shows any interest we consider it. But we will not tarnish us by seeking it out, okay?” 

“I’m okay with that,” Mapi agrees, her arms wrapping around you tightly as the two of you sink back into the couch. A million thoughts racing through your mind as everything that has happened catches up to you.

[ghost-proofbaby]

EDDIE MUNSON - OURS

😭😭😭

ours (eddie’s version)

warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff <3

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: i got a little carried away. but i wish i had an eddie munson to go home to each night and just kiss and cuddle goddamn it

“Oh, is that your boyfriend?”

“He’s… interesting.”

“I guess when you said you had a boyfriend, I never envisioned someone like him.”

“You two are such… opposites! I mean- no! No, not a… bad thing, I suppose. Just… interesting.”

You were growing tired of it. You know people didn’t mean for their incessant questions or comments to get under your skin so badly, but they did. Any time someone at your new job caught sight of your phone’s lock screen – a joyous selfie of you and a sunburnt Eddie at the lake – or your work computer’s screen saver – a photo taken at dusk of Eddie on your couch, strumming on his guitar completely unaware – they had something to say. Something to point out. Whether it be the way you two didn’t seem to fit in their minds, or how rough around the edges he seemed to be. Some coworkers even pressed on how long you two had been together, pulling out the marriage card at a completely inappropriate time. One coworker had even made a snide remark on his long hair, saying “oh, I thought that was a girl! What a relief!”. It just…. It dug beneath your skin every time without fail, making you uncomfortable and irritated all in the same breath. 

You don’t understand why they cared so much. It wasn’t their relationship – they didn’t know you. You’d only started the job a few months prior. They could eat shit, for all you care.

Today had been a bad day. Maurice, one of the elderly women who worked at the front reception desk, had just been awful. She was always talking of you going on a date with her grandson, each time conveniently forgetting that you were already happily in a relationship, but today she’d crossed a line. She’d had her grandson physically come into the office at lunch time, and caught you just as you were on your way out the door to try and pick up something to hold you over until five o’clock would finally arrive. 

The one day you didn’t pack your own lunch. Go figure. 

“Oh! Dear! Over here!” she called  to you as you tried to scurry past her desk. You had held out the hope that the young man standing beside her would have occupied her, but no. No such luck for you on this wicked Thursday.

You took a deep breath before you turned slowly, forcing a polite smile as you faced the elderly woman, “What can I do for you, Maurice?”

“This is my grandson!” she animatedly motioned to the blonde boy at her side, and as he looked up, your stomach dropped, “Jason! The one I was telling you about!” 

Jason fucking Carver.

“Oh,” you tried to keep kind in your tone, but you were already feeling hatred prickle at the back of your neck. You knew all about Jason — he’d made Eddie’s life living Hell too many times to count. He was nothing like the angel Maurice had tried to paint, “I… It’s nice to meet you, Jason, but I really should get going. I’m on my lunch.” 

Jason didn’t take the social cue, stepping forward and stretching out his hand towards you, “Pleasure to finally meet the beautiful coworker my grandmother has been going on and on about. Words really didn’t do you justice.”

Gag. “You’re too kind. I do hope she also mentioned I’m already spoken for.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up, glancing at Maurice for a second. “You’re taken?” 

You opened your mouth to say, yes, I am happily taken, but Maurice was already waving her hands about as if that fact of the matter was nothing more than trivial smoke. “Technicalities. She has a fling with that Munson boy-“

“It’s not a fling,” you stressed, your patience meeting its end, “We’ve been together for years. We live together. I’m really sorry, Jacob,” you purposefully say the wrong name as you turn to Jason, exasperated and not sorry in the slightest, “But I’m not interested. I’ll see you after lunch, Maurice.” 

You think you heard Jason call out a correction of his name from behind you, but you paid him no mind. Fuck him.

You ended up taking a longer lunch, not even caring for the consequences just so you could sit in your car and call Eddie. You described each person who walked into the building that you caught sight of, completely forgetting to scavenge a snack, too wrapped up in giggling at every ridiculous joke or story he makes up for the strangers.

He made it feel better. Maurice and Jason and everyone’s incessant comments forgotten. Their judgments never took this into consideration — this tranquility and Eddie’s ability to make you laugh until your ribs ached. They never considered the love that carried you home each night.

Five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

You practically speed the entire way home, forgetting to watch for any police cars half the time. Your poor front door cries out on its hinges as you barrel through it with only one thing on your mind: Eddie.

“Hey baby-“ Eddie tries to greet you, but he hardly has the time to set his guitar to the side before you’re falling into his lap where he sits on the couch. “Oof, bad day?” 

Your thighs bracket his hips and your nose is already nuzzling into his neck, his soft laughter shaking his shoulders slightly as your arms wind themselves around him to the best of your abilities. He returns the favor without hesitation; arms hold you close to his chest and you can feel his nose dip to graze along your temple.

“The absolute worst,” your voice is muffled by his neck, but he doesn’t seem to mind, so you continue, “I swear to God, if I had know this office was full of such judgmental assholes I would have never-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” he pulls you back slightly, bringing his hands up to hold both cheeks between his palms as his thumb trails softly against your cheek bone, “Are they being mean to you? Because if they are, just say the word – I’m not afraid to kick a couple of grandmas’ asses.” 

You laugh, sniffling a bit, still on the verge of tears out of relief of being home with him finally, “No, no. You don’t need to go and kick any elderly ass – today.” 

“What about tomorrow?” 

You pretend to think about it as you finally slide off his lap, sitting to his side as your legs remain draped on his lap. He’s quick to reach down and let his calloused fingertips graze a trail down your thigh, ending at your ankle before he wraps them around it and squeezes softly, “Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.”

“Yeah?” he questions, leaning his face down to your shoulder, peppering kisses there, eyes still attempting to glance up at you in adoration through thick lashes, “So not a no. Got it. I’ll have my boxing gloves at the ready.” 

You both laugh as Eddie continues his short assault of kisses. 

Your coworkers can say whatever they want. They can judge the two of you based on short snapshots all they please – they can’t take this from you. Not as his lips brush your collarbones, not as his palms massage your calves, and certainly not as he murmurs soft declarations of how much he missed you all day against your skin. 

“Say, you wanna play a song for me on that guitar, rockstar?” you say as you thread your fingers through his curls, noting the way they’re extra soft, as if he’d done a hair mask like you always pestered him to. 

He lifts his head and leans back casually against the back of the couch, eyes half-lidded as he smiles at you like you hold his entire world in the palm of your hand, “Maybe later. Right now, I just wanna spend some time with my baby.” 

“Oh, I see,” you snort, “You’re gonna break out sweetheart instead? No more dragon-slaying for today?” you joke, referencing his nicknames for his two guitars. 

He only shakes his head and rolls his eyes at you, surging forward and capturing your lips against his, teeth clashing a bit due to both of your wild grins. He has you falling backwards into the couch cushions in an instant and lets his weight settle between your thighs, enveloping you in smells of home. Just him, just you, just the love that you two have gardened here. No opinions of others ever needed.

“Shut up. I love you.” 

“and it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong. and your hand’s a tough but they are where mine belong.”

[ladylooch]

Odds were against us - John Marino

A/N: My submission for @wyattjohnston Winter Fic Exchange 2k24! This is the first time I have participated in a fic exchange and wow has it been really fun for me! Thank you so much, Demi, for being a gracious host and your rockstar organization!

@pcttymcrlecu I hope you love this as much as I enjoyed creating it for you. Also, I am IN LOVE with the song inso for this. I listened to it on repeat the entire time I was working on this. Thank you for sharing 🥰

Song Inspo: Solider by James TW

Word Count: 2.5k

The odds were against you. 

Well, maybe not right away. You did grow up two houses down from each other. 

But once you moved away for college, the world seemed to keep you apart as much as it flirted with the idea that you two could be together. 

Growing up, it was the Masschusettes version of the three musketeers: John, Paul, and you. There was never a Marino brother around without you. Living on the same street had great perks, like a hockey net to shoot at, a ton of legos, and endless nights spent on their backyard play set.

From the beginning, John and you had a connection. Even as his twin brother was supposed to know him the best, you always seemed to be on the same page with your buddy. For years growing up, you and John had been tango-ing with will they, won't they, before he went to Harvard and you went to theUniversity of Pittsburgh. The next three years, every time you were both home, the tango continued. Both dating other people, never wanting to ruin the friendship, finding excuses for why you could never talk about the elephant in the room. 

Then, John left Harvard after his junior year to play for the Pittsburgh Penguins. You were thrilled to show him the city! You took him to your favorite restaurants and introduced him to your college friends. It was you sitting next to his brother and his parents, in a freshly pressed Marino jersey, as he did his solo rookie lap in black and yellow. 

It was you who left Pittsburgh a year later.

While others in your major wanted to be at Google and Microsoft, you wanted to use your computer science degree for good. When the call came for your dream job at the National Renewable Energy Laboratory in Golden, Colorado, you knew you had to decide. You loved John, but he didn’t know, and it was hard to imagine a life where you stayed on the sidelines for potential. So before you decided, you nudged the situation to see what John would say when he was faced with the possibility of losing you.

“I got a job offer!” You exclaimed to him at happy hour. 

“Whoa! Of course you did! You’re so cool.” He puts his chin in his hand, giving you googly, heart eyes in admiration. He is joking, but it puts a silly smile on your face. He sits back up, taking a sip of his beer, waiting expectantly. “So tell me everything. Will you get an office? How close will you work to the arena? And can I come to have lunch with you every day because that is a requirement. We have spent too much time apart.”  Your stomach drops out of your body. You look away, taking in a heavy breath. 

“That is the one downside.” You bite your lip, then continue. “It’s not here.”

“Oh? Is it like out in the boonies or Philly?”

“No. Like Colorado.”

Surprise slaps across John’s face. Then he looks away, trying to gather himself quickly.

“But you just got here and maybe I shouldn’t go...” You trail off. You hold your breath, wanting John to say something. You know this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But a yearning inside of you begs for John to tell you to stay with him in Pittsburgh. 

“You should go. This is everything you’ve been wanting. You deserve this.” John’s words are everything he should say, but they fucking sting. Tears build in your eyes and you nod. “I’m proud of you.” John finishes with a dainty whisper. He licks his lips, looking away. “Look at us.” He tries for a laugh but it comes out like a cough. “Both of our dreams are coming true.” 

You want to ask him why it feels like your chest is imploding?

But you don’t. 

Instead, you hug your childhood best friend while telling yourself how selfish it would be to confess you’re in love with him before you go

- - - 

Three years later, so much has changed since you hugged John on that bar stool. You have been promoted twice and received national recognition for your work in solar energy. John had rough seasons in Pittsburgh, but has found a new, comfortable place in New Jersey. Paul is with the L.A. Kings in California. You make it a point to meet up with John and Paul when John visits on his West Coast road trips. John and you connect when he is in Colorado. When you’re back home, you make the commute to Jersey and fly home out of Newark. Otherwise, you’re texting daily, sending GIFs and memes and tiktoks back and forth while keeping each other abreast of your busy life. 

You’re closer than ever. More in love with him than ever too. But how would it ever work? 

The repetitive thoughts consume you as you stir the queso you had been making for your taco night at your new home in Golden. It has been a long, competitive process to get this house, but you are so proud of it. A dream home to match the dream job that the dream boy will see tonight. 

A knock sounds on the door. The dream boy waits for you on the other side of the wood.

“Hi!” You squeal when you see John. “Welcome to MY home!”

“Uh, Ma’am, where is the owner of this home? You’re too young and single? It couldn’t be you?” He jokes, then pulls you in for a tight hug. “Thought we could celebrate.” He tilts the bottle of wine at you. It is nothing fancy. In fact, it's Cook’s, the bottle you two had stolen from your parents’ bar to have after prom on the beach.

“Let’s get this expensive gal in a nice lil ice bath.” 

“There is nothing nice about an ice bath. Or that wine.” He snorts, shrugging his coat off. 

“You can put that in the closet right there.” You point to his right. He opens the door, settling his jacket between two of yours. A warmth spreads through your body at his clothes mingling together with yours, gathering each other's scents.

“Don’t dawdle in the doorway, Johnny. Come into my kitchen!” You’re giddy as John's sock covered feet slide across your wood floors to join you in the open, modern space. 

“Gas range?” John oos and aws at all the fixtures you show him. He hypes and gasps at all the right moments. Your cheeks hurt from grinning as you become Vanna White against your refrigerator. 

“Go best friend!” He cheers as you do a little spin and dance for him. You laugh at the end.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You tell him honestly.

“Me too. Glad we got in early.” He opens his arms for you. The weight of you settles against his chest, creating a bonded connection. John squeezes tight, his chin on the top of your head. He works you both into a sway, enjoying the weight of each other’s arms. This version of John is your favorite. The one who blurs the lines between best friends and lovers. You breathe in the fresh scent of his cologne, then wait, making him be the one to break your embrace. 

“So is there an upstairs?” He wonders. 

“There is! They gave me two whole levels!” 

“What! Scam. It’s all a scam.” 

“Look at my wall of pictures.” You point out as you head up the stairs. There is a whole gallery wall of frames and people, many of which John is in. Paul too. 

“I know these people!” He grins, looking at their decades of memories. “My favorite night.” He points to a picture. It’s the New Year's Eve you were pretty sure you almost kissed. 

“Mmm, it’s up there for sure.” You agree, waiting for him. His eyes trace the memory like he wants to burn it into the membrane of his brain. Then he turns to you, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs, becoming the tour guide. 

“So up here we have uh…” He looks around. “An office!” 

“Oh! And a standing desk?! She works on her fitness.” You fill in. 

“We have very different definitions of fitness.”

“I hope so, NHL player.”

“And over here,” He tugs you by your fingers. “We have a guest room. You would never have blue as your color. It is not boring enough. This can’t be your room.”

“Shut up! I love neutrals! They’re in!” You shove at him as he howls with laughter. 

“Paul’s room for when he comes to visit. Your parents and sister too.” You can’t help but notice John doesn’t include himself in that.

“Oh here we go.” He gets to your room, pushing the cracked door open to expose your favorite space in the house. He pauses in the doorway, taking it in.

Two lamps on either side of the bed illuminate the room as the sun sets behind the mountains outside. Your white walls are warmed by their dim light. The bed is made with a plush, white comforter and a light tan blanket draped along the foot of the bed. The walls had been painted the faintest of olive green. Various shades of cream and tan pillows create the look of a bed you want to jump into to mess it all up. A black and white picture of waves sliding onto a Nantucket beach is above the headboard. 

John has gone still and silent. You are nervous as he continues to look around the comfy oasis you have created as your escape from the world. You were meticulous in your quest for homey, comfort items that would dull the sometimes harsh world out there. Does he hate it? 

“What do you think?” You finally ask.

“Honestly?” He murmurs.

“Yes!” You giggle, trying to cross the distance you feel separating you.

“I wish this was our house.” 

You freeze. John keeps looking at the bed, eyes ravenous over the clean bedding like he is seeing something else. 

“I wish this was our bed.” He sighs. “I wish I was the one who got to sleep here with you because this is so clearly your dream house and I wish I was your dream man.” He stands there with his hands in his pockets, still not looking at you. This is when you realize he really doesn’t know. How does he not know?

“You are.” You whisper. 

It’s John’s turn to be still and dumbfounded. 

“You’re my dream man, Johnny.” 

You bite your lip and John rushes towards you. His hands grip your face, tugging you into his lips. Your head falls back, delirious at his mouth finally being on yours. He holds your head up, working his lips to an angle so his tongue can devour your mouth. You never want to breathe again. His tongue and lips on yours are everything you’ve ever wanted. How will you stop? 

Need takes over and you break apart begrudgingly. John rests his forehead on yours, thumbs delicately stroking your cheek bones. 

“I’m in love with you, Johnny.” 

“Good. Cause I am deliriously in love with you. And I’m sick of not telling you that every day.” You grin, inhaling heavily as tears fill your eyes. 

“How are we going to do this?” 

“I don’t know.” John sighs, gripping your face tighter in his fingers, like that will stop the rest of reality from intruding on your moment. 

“I’m scared. We live so far apart. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“We’ll have to be brave, sweetheart.”

Being brave is your second act.

The next 6 months you navigate the journey from friends to lovers while trying to mitigate the 1,700 miles that separate you. A 2 hour time zone difference weighs heavily on your relationship, along with two careers that threaten to ground you before your relationship even has a chance to take off. Then the off-season comes and John decides to train in Colorado with local NHL players at altitude, convinced it will give him that next step in his game. 

The season begins again and your bed is as empty as it was before. You’re miserable. Lonelier than you’ve ever been and it spews mean thoughts in your brain at all hours of the night. John feels the same. You both discuss it openly, but neither of you have solutions for this next roadblock. Something will have to give, you both know it, but neither of you can speak it.

Right before Thanksgiving, your fist feels heavy against his Jersey City apartment door. He isn’t expecting you, but the relieved sigh when he has you in his arms tells you how welcome you are here. He ushers you in, pasting his lips against your skin as you try to set your bag down. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Accepting my job offer.” John bolts up.

“No.”

“Yes.” 

“No, babe. Don’t do this for me.”

“I’m not going to pretend it isn’t because of you. Of course it is. But this is a really good career move for me too. We can have it all.”

“Your house-” 

“-will always just be my house. I’m ready to upgrade to our house.” You lock your hands around his neck, fingers guzzling up every bit of warmth from his skin. “I know what I want to do in my life and it’s to be where you are.” John groans then hugs you into his chest desperately.

In another month, you cut those 1700 miles down to 0. You and John move into your new place together. While you’re unpacking the neutral bedroom decor he makes fun of, John walks in then pops down to one knee. 

“Can’t wait another minute.” He confesses. “I’ve been downstairs trying to talk myself out of doing it and why? For what? Because there isn’t an audience? There isn’t a photographer? Your nails aren’t done? That’s not us. This is us. So, marry me?”  Your bottom lip quivers. A blink sends tear tracks down your face as you nod enthusiastically, telling the man, who is still your dream boy, “YES” you will marry him!

The wedding is a fast plan, you need to do it in the off-season and neither of you care for anything super fancy anyway. It’s a quaint ceremony on a similar Nantucket beach that hangs above your now shared bed. You and John stare in awe as you take turns reciting written vows that may as well be a decades long love letter to each other.

“Let’s keep betting on us, baby.” John finishes. You laugh, nodding vigorously. 

When it’s time to seal the deal, John winds his hand around your waist, then tilts you down, kissing you so fully that you’re dazed when he brings you back up. 

Like it has for thousands of years, a kiss between two lovers seals your fate. 

It’s been decided.

A forever commitment.

One that binds you and John as partners, who keep bending the odds and winning anyway.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?

(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)

I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.

I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA

The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??

That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?

So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)

Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.

To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.

Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.

Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.

The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied

A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.

Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.

I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?

In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.

This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.

(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)

This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment

I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too. Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.

Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I’m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?

What are these acronyms?

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

September 30th

Mr. Harker arrived at nine o'clock. He had got his wife's wire just before starting. He is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face, and full of energy. If this journal be true—and judging by one's own wonderful experiences, it must be—he is also a man of great nerve. That going down to the vault a second time was a remarkable piece of daring. After reading his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood, but hardly the quiet, business-like gentleman who came here to-day.

YES!!! I agree! Jonathan is great!

After lunch Harker and his wife went back to their own room, and as I passed a while ago I heard the click of the typewriter. They are hard at it. Mrs. Harker says that they are knitting together in chronological order every scrap of evidence they have. Harker has got the letters between the consignee of the boxes at Whitby and the carriers in London who took charge of them. He is now reading his wife's typescript of my diary. I wonder what they make out of it. Here it is....

Yeah yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever knitted together in chronological order every scrap of evidence you had?

Strange that it never struck me that the very next house might be the Count's hiding-place! Goodness knows that we had enough clues from the conduct of the patient Renfield!

That’s why you need the Harkers. What a power couple. Feligami Dracula AU when —

Harker has gone back, and is again collating his material. He says that by dinner-time they will be able to show a whole connected narrative. He thinks that in the meantime I should see Renfield, as hitherto he has been a sort of index to the coming and going of the Count. I hardly see this yet, but when I get at the dates I suppose I shall. What a good thing that Mrs. Harker put my cylinders into type! We never could have found the dates otherwise....

LOOK AT THEM I AM FANGIRLING SO HARD

I found Renfield sitting placidly in his room with his hands folded, smiling benignly. At the moment he seemed as sane as any one I ever saw. I sat down and talked with him on a lot of subjects, all of which he treated naturally. He then, of his own accord, spoke of going home, a subject he has never mentioned to my knowledge during his sojourn here. In fact, he spoke quite confidently of getting his discharge at once.

I am also fangirling over Renfield, of course, but what’s new.

I believe that, had I not had the chat with Harker and read the letters and the dates of his outbursts, I should have been prepared to sign for him after a brief time of observation.

BUDDY HE ESCAPED LIKE FOUR TIMES AND TRIED TO STAB YOU SPECIFICALLY LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AGO

However, after a while I came away; my friend is just a little too sane at present to make it safe to probe him too deep with questions. He might begin to think, and then—!

Renfield is always thinking and I love that for him ❤️

Back to Jonathan:

Of one thing I am now satisfied: that all the boxes which arrived at Whitby from Varna in the Demeter were safely deposited in the old chapel at Carfax.

I wonder if Dracula gets a kick out of settling in the old chapel. That must be some sort of vampire power move.

I saw him leave for Whitby with as brave a face as I could, but I was sick with apprehension. The effort has, however, done him good. He was never so resolute, never so strong, never so full of volcanic energy, as at present. It is just as that dear, good Professor Van Helsing said: he is true grit, and he improves under strain that would kill a weaker nature. He came back full of life and hope and determination; we have got everything in order for to-night.

Again!!! Jonathan is the picture of resilience!!! Again!!! Feligami Dracula AU!!! (I am reaching out to such a specific target audience here)

I suppose one ought to pity any thing so hunted as is the Count. That is just it: this Thing is not human—not even beast. To read Dr. Seward's account of poor Lucy's death, and what followed, is enough to dry up the springs of pity in one's heart.

“I am not tired of being nice. But I still want to go apeshit”

"Besides, I know you loved my poor Lucy—" Here he turned away and covered his face with his hands. I could hear the tears in his voice. Mr. Morris, with instinctive delicacy, just laid a hand for a moment on his shoulder, and then walked quietly out of the room.

So much love in the face of tragedy you know it’s my jam

As I came along the corridor I saw Mr. Morris looking out of a window. He turned as he heard my footsteps. "How is Art?"

My Quincey… 🥺❤️

"I wish I could comfort all who suffer from the heart. Will you let me be your friend, and will you come to me for comfort if you need it? You will know, later on, why I speak." He saw that I was in earnest, and stooping, took my hand, and raising it to his lips, kissed it. It seemed but poor comfort to so brave and unselfish a soul, and impulsively I bent over and kissed him. The tears rose in his eyes, and there was a momentary choking in his throat; he said quite calmly:—

"Little girl, you will never regret that true-hearted kindness, so long as ever you live!" Then he went into the study to his friend.

"Little girl!"—the very words he had used to Lucy, and oh, but he proved himself a friend!

MY QUINCEY 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Now back to Sew —

"Dr. Seward, may I ask a favour? I want to see your patient, Mr. Renfield. Do let me see him. What you have said of him in your diary interests me so much!" She looked so appealing and so pretty that I could not refuse her, and there was no possible reason why I should; so I took her with me. When I went into the room, I told the man that a lady would like to see him; to which he simply answered: "Why?"

HOLY SHIT.

"She is going through the house, and wants to see every one in it," I answered. "Oh, very well," he said; "let her come in, by all means; but just wait a minute till I tidy up the place." His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him.

Incredible man as always

"Good-evening, Mr. Renfield," said she. "You see, I know you, for Dr. Seward has told me of you." He made no immediate reply, but eyed her all over intently with a set frown on his face. This look gave way to one of wonder, which merged in doubt; then, to my intense astonishment, he said:—

"You're not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can't be, you know, for she's dead."

HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW THAT

But also enormous kudos to Mina for the way she handles this entire situation

"How did you know I wanted to marry any one?" His reply was simply contemptuous, given in a pause in which he turned his eyes from Mrs. Harker to me, instantly turning them back again:—

"What an asinine question!"

I fucking love this man so much do you understand do you see how insane (HA) I am about him???

"You will, of course, understand, Mrs. Harker, that when a man is so loved and honoured as our host is, everything regarding him is of interest in our little community. Dr. Seward is loved not only by his household and his friends, but even by his patients, who, being some of them hardly in mental equilibrium, are apt to distort causes and effects. Since I myself have been an inmate of a lunatic asylum, I cannot but notice that the sophistic tendencies of some of its inmates lean towards the errors of non causa and ignoratio elenchi." I positively opened my eyes at this new development. Here was my own pet lunatic—the most pronounced of his type that I had ever met with—talking elemental philosophy, and with the manner of a polished gentleman. I wonder if it was Mrs. Harker's presence which had touched some chord in his memory. If this new phase was spontaneous, or in any way due to her unconscious influence, she must have some rare gift or power.

Jack. Jack. Literally no one else is surprised.

"Good-bye, and I hope I may see you often, under auspices pleasanter to yourself," to which, to my astonishment, he replied:—

"Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!"

I love them both ❤️❤️

And I am especially mad at the 1992 movie right now.

"Ah, that wonderful Madam Mina! She has man's brain—a brain that a man should have were he much gifted—and a woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me, when He made that so good combination. Friend John, up to now fortune has made that woman of help to us; after to-night she must not have to do with this so terrible affair. It is not good that she run a risk so great. We men are determined—nay, are we not pledged?—to destroy this monster; but it is no part for a woman."

Excuse me my good sir what the fuck —

However, 'the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards,' as you say.

See, it’s hard to get truly mad at him when he comes up with these gems.

Now back to Mina:

"[Dracula] have still the aids of necromancy, which is, as his etymology imply, the divination by the dead, and all the dead that he can come nigh to are for him at command;"

Well, fuck.

"he can grow and become small;"

Pocket Dracula

Whilst he was speaking, Jonathan had taken my hand. I feared, oh so much, that the appalling nature of our danger was overcoming him when I saw his hand stretch out; but it was life to me to feel its touch—so strong, so self-reliant, so resolute. A brave man's hand can speak for itself; it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

When the Professor had done speaking my husband looked in my eyes, and I in his; there was no need for speaking between us.

"I answer for Mina and myself," he said.

FELIGAMI ❤️💜

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come; though afterwards he can come as he please.

So what did happen with the laudanum??? Does throwing a wolf at the window count as an invitation? Did I miss something?

Whilst they were talking Mr. Morris was looking steadily at the window, and he now got up quietly, and went out of the room.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING BELOVED COME BACK

Here we were interrupted in a very startling way. Outside the house came the sound of a pistol-shot; the glass of the window was shattered with a bullet, which, ricochetting from the top of the embrasure, struck the far wall of the room. I am afraid I am at heart a coward, for I shrieked out. The men all jumped to their feet; Lord Godalming flew over to the window and threw up the sash. As he did so we heard Mr. Morris's voice without:—

"Sorry! I fear I have alarmed you. I shall come in and tell you about it."

Oh it’s OK he was just out doing stereotypical Texan things —

"It was an idiotic thing of me to do, and I ask your pardon, Mrs. Harker, most sincerely; I fear I must have frightened you terribly. But the fact is that whilst the Professor was talking there came a big bat and sat on the window-sill. I have got such a horror of the damned brutes from recent events that I cannot stand them, and I went out to have a shot, as I have been doing of late of evenings, whenever I have seen one."

HOLY SHIT

All the men, even Jonathan, seemed relieved; but it did not seem to me good that they should brave danger and, perhaps, lessen their safety—strength being the best safety—through care of me; but their minds were made up, and, though it was a bitter pill for me to swallow, I could say nothing, save to accept their chivalrous care of me. […]

own that my heart began to fail me when the time for action came so close, but I did not say anything, for I had a greater fear that if I appeared as a drag or a hindrance to their work, they might even leave me out of their counsels altogether. They have now gone off to Carfax, with means to get into the house.

Manlike, they had told me to go to bed and sleep; as if a woman can sleep when those she loves are in danger! I shall lie down and pretend to sleep, lest Jonathan have added anxiety about me when he returns.

It’s OK (?) beloved the plot is not done with you yet…

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

Breaking Free: Chapter 11- Finding My Place

Pairings: AU! Mechanic Dean x Reader

Chapter Summary: With unwavering support, Y/N starts to find her place, and her people.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

For the first few days after the officer's visit, I spent my time indoors, too afraid to risk going outside, anxious about meeting any sign of Andrew in town. I knew escape wouldn't be that simple; Andrew was surely planning his comeback.

Dean was hesitant to go back to work, but I convinced him to return. He'd come home for lunch every day and he was always checking in on me with texts and calls. He was really sweet, and overprotective, and his care touched my heart deeply.

I was sitting on the couch when Dean came in, his familiar voice calling out, "Y/N, It's me, I'm home." just like he did every day to reassure me I was safe, it was a small act that melted my heart every time he did it.

He looked surprised to see me standing instead of in my wheelchair. He hurried over, smiling but also a bit concerned. "No more chair?"

I shook my head. "My cast comes off next week, so I'm trying to get used to walking again."

He nodded, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "I brought you lunch."

I smirked, teasing him gently. "You know, I could make something for you, considering you come home for lunch every day."

He chuckled softly. "I just like being with you." We sat down to eat, chatting casually, like we always did.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he remembered something and grabbed my hand. "Oh, I have news for you."

I waited eagerly as he smiled wider. "I talked to John, and if you still want the secretary job, it's yours. You can start whenever you're ready."

I was surprised and happy, laughing softly. "He offered me the job?"

Dean beamed, squeezing my hand. "Yes, he brought it up himself. He wants to help and thinks you'd be a great addition to the team."

I chuckled. "Are you sure it's not just because I'm dating his son?"

Dean blushed but shook his head. "That's just a bonus. Seriously, you're good with people, polite, and kind. You'll fit right in."

I couldn't contain my happiness, though worry crept in. Dean noticed, squeezing my hand tighter. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged, sighing softly. "Half of your customers are from town... How will they react to seeing me behind the counter? They don't exactly like me."

Dean shook his head adamantly, moving closer. "If anyone gives you trouble, John will handle it. Trust me, he's on your side."

I nodded, feeling reassured and more at ease about the situation.

I smiled widely and nodded. "I guess I can't say no."

His smile grew wider as he leaned in to kiss me gently yet passionately. "I'll love seeing you every day."

I laughed, pushing him back playfully. "Dean, we live together. You already see me every day."

He teased back, "It's not enough!"

I shook my head affectionately, kissing him again. "You'd keep me glued to your side if you could."

He raised his eyebrows mischievously. "Oh, don't tempt me, sweetheart."

The next morning, I woke up with a mix of nervousness and excitement, ready to start my new job at the shop. Dean left earlier that morning, and promised to come back to pick me up for when I was supposed to go in.

He greeted me with a warm smile as I emerged from our apartment, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he teased gently, opening the car door for me.

I chuckled softly, feeling a rush of gratitude for his unwavering support. "Thanks for the ride. I'm a bundle of nerves today."

Dean flashed a reassuring grin as he started the car. "You're going to do great. They're going to love you there."

As we pulled up to the shop, Dean reached over to squeeze my hand before I got out. "I'll swing by during lunch to see how you're settling in."

I walked inside and found John waiting for me by the front desk, a bright smile spread across his face, one I wasn't used to seeing, but was a welcoming change. "Nice to see you Y/N, thanks for coming in!"

I smiled and nodded, "Thank you for this opportunity."

He nodded and brought me to the break room where a few other workers were hanging out and chatting, but went silent when we walked in. "Everyone, this is Y/N. She'll be joining us as our new secretary."

The team, consisting of both men and women, welcomed me warmly. They all introduced themselves, and I immediately felt a sense of friendship among them.

John took me around the shop, showing me where everything was and getting me set up at my desk. He was patient and cautious, making sure I felt comfortable before he had to leave to work on some cars.

Throughout the morning, I enjoyed getting to know my new colleagues. They were genuinely friendly and helpful, eager to include me in conversations and show me the ropes. For the first time in a while, I felt like I belonged somewhere.

As I was chatting with a couple of the guys, I noticed Dean across the shop, sleeves rolled up, working diligently on a car. Despite being covered in grease and sweat, there was an undeniable charm about him that made my heart flutter. Seeing him in his element, doing what he loved, only made me admire him more.

Halfway through the day, just as I was starting to settle in, the door chimed and a familiar face walked in—the waitress from the diner. Her expression turned from surprise to lightly masked hatred when she saw me behind the counter. "Oh god. You work here seriously?"

I could barely speak, my throat was tight and my anxiety bubbled up, regretting this choice. She continued, "Why don't you just leave? You don't belong here."

Before I could even respond, John appeared beside me, his arms crossing in defense as he glared at the woman. "If you have a problem with my new staff member, you're welcome to find another place to get your car fixed."

The girl was taken aback by John's defense of me. She muttered something unintelligible and hastily left the shop, casting one last resentful glance in my direction.

John turned to me with a reassuring smile and a wink. "I've got your back, Y/N. Welcome to the team."

I was speechless, overwhelmed by John's unexpected support. It meant more to me than I could express in words. With a grateful nod, I returned to my work, feeling a newly discovered sense of confidence.

Later that afternoon, during our break, I found myself sitting with Dean and his friends, watching them banter and joke around. Dean was the center of attention, his friends teasing him good-naturedly.

Benny-the one that I've gotten to know quite a bit today, nudged him playfully. "So, Dean, when are you going to put a ring on it? You're always talking about Y/N."

Dean's cheeks turned a cute shade of pink as he chuckled shyly. "Come on, guys..."

His friends grinned knowingly. "Seriously, though, we're glad she's here. You seem happier."

Dean glanced at me with a soft smile, and my heart swelled with affection. "Yeah, I am."

Being surrounded by Dean and his supportive friends, feeling accepted and valued at the shop, I realized that this was where I belonged.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had found my place—not just at the shop, but in Dean's life as well. And as I watched him laugh with his friends, I couldn't help but fall even more deeply for the man who had stood by me through everything, making me feel safe and loved in ways I had never imagined possible.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 12 coming soon stay tuned!

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Gavi watching his s/o perfoming at her concert and him being so happy and proud of her.

WC: 2.2k Tonight is the night my dream finally comes true. I have always liked to sing and I've wondered if I could ever make it as a singer but for a long time that felt impossible. As it turns out it it's not impossible as I just released my first album and now I'm going to perform my first ever concert. 

A few years ago my dream still felt impossible but then I met Pablo. We started off as friends after a mutual friend introduced us but we were both attracted to each other so things quickly progressed into us dating. A few months after we met we made things official and once we did we were pretty much inseparable. One day I was over at his place waiting for him to get home from training as he wanted us to spend as much time together as possible as he had a busy time coming up. While I was waiting I was making the both of us lunch and like I always do I was singing as I work but I was so in my own world that I didn't hear the door open and Pablo come in. As soon as he heard me singing and we talked about it a bit Pablo insisted that I at least try and make it as a singer. 

Pablo did everything he could to support me as I started proper voice lessons and begin to write and record songs. I used some of the money I had saved to pay for all of that but Pablo also helped me out which I tried to tell him not to do but he insisted on helping me out. When things felt impossible and like a waste of time Pablo encouraged me by saying that he used to feel that way when he was younger but now he's achieved his dream because he kept working hard. He really wanted us both to be living our dreams and be that power couple who have both worked so hard to achieve their dreams all while supporting each other every step of the way. It was his positivity and belief in me that kept me going even when things were hard. 

After a lot of hard work behind the scenes I released my first song which a few people listened to but it wasn't a success at all. That didn't deter me though I kept going and trying to find my style which eventually I did and that was rewarded by the song somehow blowing up on tiktok which brought more attention to all of my other music. Once more people started to listen to my music I made sure that I kept them interested by putting out more music as quickly as I could. Eventually things became more stable and I had created a proper fan base which was doing nothing but growing. Once it got to this point Pablo used my song in his Instagram story and a few weeks later we went public with our relationship which helped me a lot too. He offered his help from the beginning but I wanted to make it on my own as that's the only way I'd feel like my success was my own. 

Since then I've been working hard every day and I even quit my job as I was starting to make money from my music and Pablo said he would help support me if I needed it. Last month I released my first full album and now I'm preparing for my first concert right where it all started in Barcelona. After this I have a small tour around Spain but I just had to start here in Barcelona so that Pablo and the rest of my friends could attend. 

I have been at the venue for a few hours already because I had to be here to do sound check as well as many other things but the main reason I got here so early is because I'm so nervous. I barely slept last night because I was so worried that no one would turn up even though I know exactly how many tickets have been sold. Also running through my mind was the thought that everyone might hate my voice as I know I'll sound different in real life even though I don't use auto tune. We had sound check first which took my mind off things for a bit but then I was back to sitting around until rehearsals which allowed me to go back to thinking about everything that could go wrong. After rehearsals I had a few hours until the start of the show which was supposed to be for me to get ready but I started it by sitting and having a panic attack. 

"Are you ok my love?" Pablo asked as he poked his head round the door 

"Yeah I'm fine what are you doing here so early" I said 

"I wanted to come and see you because I knew you'd be nervous and I can tell that you are not having a good time so its a good thing I'm here" he said 

"Now tell me what's going through your mind" he said 

"I just don't want everyone to hate me I mean what if I'm not as good as they thought I was" I said 

"If anyone thinks that then they're crazy because I know nothing about singing but you have always sounded like an angel to me even when you're not trying so everyone will love you don't stress yourself over that" he said 

"I'm definitely not that good but thank you" I laughed 

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" He asked 

"Yeah I am" I replied 

"Then what are you waiting for you I know I love watching you get ready" he smiled 

He wasn't lying so I grabbed all of my makeup stuff and started to get myself ready while Pablo sat behind me watching in the mirror as his arms clung around my waist. While I was concentrating he just kept talking which was actually really helpful as it kept me distracted and made me laugh every now and then. Once my makeup was done it was time for hair and Pablo being the good boyfriend he is helped me section my hair and hold strands out the way while I did the style I had planned. He then helped me into my outfit while I put my earpieces in as there was only a few minutes until I was supposed to go on. 

Once I was ready Pablo grabbed my hand and we walked backstage together. That's when I started to hear the crowd and things suddenly felt so much more real than they did earlier. All of those people are here for me which is such a crazy concept and slightly overwhelming to think about. Pablo must've been able to tell that I was getting nervous again as he spun me round to face him and placed his hands on my waist. He held me close to him and had me look directly into his eyes which made it feel like we were the only two people there which really calmed my anxiety. 

"You've got this cariño just go out there and give it your all I will be right there the whole time so just look at me if you feel anxious" he said 

"Thank you amor" I whispered back 

With that he let go of me and gave me one last kiss before running off to make it to his seat. I jumped up and down a bit and to hype myself up before finally walking out onto the stage. The noise was almost deafening as people in the crowd screamed and cheered for me. I couldn't help but smile knowing that there was this much excitement just to hear me sing I mean I'm not anything special I'm not like Taylor Swift but I sure felt like it walking out into that stage. To help settle myself I spoke to the crowd a bit and I looked for Pablo who was sat with some of the boys right in my eye line. 

When I finally started my set I begun to feel a whole lot more confident and I really got into it. I was completely in my own world feeling myself as I sung all of my songs and did all of the dances I had worked on with a choreographer. Every now and then I looked over to Pablo who was singing along every time I looked over without a care in the world which gave me even more confidence to do the same. All of the boys looked like they were having a good time but when I caught Pablo's eyes and saw him give me the biggest smile I could feel his proud he was. For a second I wondered if that's how he felt when I did the same for him whilst he was playing but I couldn't think about it for too long as the show had to go on. 

"I have one last song for you all I'm sure you can guess which one it is but before I start I want to thank a special someone who's actually here watching me today" I said 

"Pablo thank you for believing in me every step of the way if you hadn't of convinced me to give singing a try there is no way I'd be stood here today I owe all of this to you so thank you for helping me achieve my dream" I continued 

As I performed my last song I kept my eyes on Pablo who had tears in his eyes which were obvious even from a distance. This song was one of the first ones I ever wrote and it has always been his favourite of mine so it was only right to dedicate it to him and sing it as if we were the only people mind the room. The whole night had been magical but this moment made me feel like I was dreaming I could faintly hear the crowd in the background as I rounded up this amazing experience by sending a kiss to Pablo who sent one right back. Before leaving the stage I thanked everyone for coming and thanked the small team I had helping me as they deserve some of the recognition too. 

Once I got off stage and back to my dressing room all of the adrenaline left my body and suddenly I was exhausted but also all of the emotions caught up with me and nothing could wipe the smile off my face. The fact that I'd just done my first concert finally sunk in and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride in myself this is such a big occasion and could mark the start of a whole new life for me especially as I leave tomorrow for my next show in Madrid. After a few minutes of alone time there was a knock on my dressing room door so I went to open it thinking it might be my manager coming to check on me but instead I was greeted by Pablo and everyone else who came holding bouquets of flowers. There was so many flowers that once they were handed to me I couldn't see anything so I had to put them all down in the small sofa in the room. I thanked all the guys for coming and for the flowers and they all congratulated me on my performance before they all left so that I could be with Pablo. It only took a matter of seconds before Pablo smashed his lips onto mine. 

"You were so amazing out there" he said giving me a kiss in between each word 

"Thank you it felt amazing I've never felt such a rush in my life" I said 

"I knew you'd have the best time" he smiled 

"Also you didn't have to say all that about me this is your success all I did was steer you in the right direction" he said 

"I know but you've supported me whenever I wanted to give up and you posting with my songs has helped me a lot I really do owe you a lot because I wouldn't be here without you" I said 

"Thats sweet of you to say but I think you were destined for this life I'm glad I get to be a part of it and see you live your dream" he said 

"You're going to make me cry" I laughed 

"Don't cry my love just be happy you achieved a big thing today you should be smiling and so proud of yourself" he said 

We stayed at the venue for a bit longer before Pablo drove me back to his place so we could spend the night together. Along the way he got me to order whatever food I wanted for dinner was I hadn't eaten since lunch and was starving. We spent the night watching movies together on the sofa eating a lot of food all of which Pablo shouldn't have but he told me it was fine as it was a special day which only made the smile on my face bigger if that was even possible. 

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FLUFF PLEASE

Capri finally home from the hospital after the incident

Reader being super gentle

Cuteness

Once in a lifetime

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions to Capri’s accident & injury, crying

"Once in a lifetime Means there's no second chance So I believe that you and me Should grab it while we can"

Capri was coming home today after a full week in the hospital. Things ended up way better than you thought it would’ve. She wasn’t supposed to be here anymore, but it seems the universe wanted you to be able to have more time with your girl. You were sure that'd be it for you and Capri, but Capri being the fierce, sassy fighter she is...she didn't give up. She didn't want to go. You debated between meeting her at the hospital and waiting for her at her house, and eventually, you went with the latter. You walked to Capri’s and got there about twenty minutes before she was due home. The front door opens and you were greeted by her sister, “y/n! Come on in, Capri will be home soon with mom and dad.” You hugged her, “Hi, Camille.” 

“You want something to drink?” She asks.

“Uh, sure?” You chuckled, setting down your gift for her on a table that already held a few gifts from kids at school and also her cheer squad. Even one from Darby.

“Relax.” Camille bites back a laugh, “Water or Snapple?” 

You looked at her for a moment, “Water’s fine.” 

She shuts the fridge door after grabbing two drinks, walked over, and sat down next to you. “How are you doing?” The older sibling asked as she handed you the plastic bottle. “Um, better I think? This week has been a lot, I really cried until I had no tears left then all of a sudden she’s okay? The different emotions that I had to go through during then were ever-changing, so intense, so terrifying. I am so happy that Capri is fine, but my mind is still like, racing.”

“It’ll take some time to settle, but I get how you’re feeling. I’m just glad we’re not alone in this.” Camille nodded, a soft sigh falling from her lips.

“My mom must think I’m crazy given how fast my feelings are changing these days.” You joked. 

“Don’t even worry about that, sometimes we just need to feel what we need to feel to get through it, you know?” 

“I know, I just— cannot believe it. It was quite literally a miracle.” 

“Well, some people deserve the greatest miracles.” Camille hugs you from the side, “Her time isn’t up yet.”        

Soon, you hear their car pull up in the driveway. Your heartrate quickens momentarily and you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. As you took a deep breath, the front door opens and you lock eyes with her father. He smiles in a way to say hello, knowing how excited you were to see Capri again. You stood up from your seat on the couch and sprinted over to the foyer before Capri even registered your presence. As she placed her shoes on the rack, she turned to look forward— in your direction. A gasp, then you were in her arms. She hugs you so tightly. Something you’ve missed a lot lately, something you thought you’d never be able to get back. Someone you thought you’d never be able to see again. 

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Capri sniffles, chin resting on your shoulder as the hug continued. She was rubbing your back instinctively, but it was a much needed gesture of comfort. “I’ve missed you so much, oh my god.” 

You kept it together for the lunch that followed. Then, her parents decided it was enough chit chat and family time and left you and Capri alone. Her dad had to pack for a business trip, and Camillle had to go pick up her son. And so, taking you by the hand, Capri leads you to her room upstairs to her bed after shutting the door behind the two of you. “I’m okay.”

“I know you are now.” Your voice quivered, “It’s just been a very difficult week.” You sat yourself down at the head of her bed, she climbed on and laid on you instantly, arms wrapped around you while her head laid on your chest. You rubbed her upper back slowly as she looked up at you, your gaze meets hers before she says, “I heard a lot of things while I was out.” 

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head then you looked up to keep the tears from falling. You feel her hand cupping your cheek, tilting your face down to keep eye contact. 

“My mom, she’s never cared about me so much. Before this happened, you knew how she was like. She showed no interest in my life. I heard my Dad talking to me, telling me stories, the cheer squad, Darby, James and Alex…but only you came by everyday and willingly sat there in that god awful hospital room to do your homework just so you could be with me. You didn’t talk a lot, just held my hand most of the time and even sang to me. My god, your voice was absolutely angelic. Baby, my favourite song…has a whole new meaning to it now and I cannot even begin to tell you how much I appreciate you. I don’t say it enough, but please know that I am so grateful to have you in my life, y/n.”

“I should be telling you that, Capri. You fought so hard for your life. I was just…there.”

“Yes. Yes, you were there. You were the only one there every single day so that I wouldn’t be alone. You didn’t have to do that, you could’ve just stayed home and got some proper rest, but you stuck by my side until they had to ask you to go home. Baby, that is insane, I wish I could’ve just told you to get your butt home and sleep. The commute from your house, from the school to the hospital is so long.”

“We didn’t know if you were going to wake up again at one point, I just wanted as much time as I could have with you.” You swallowed painfully, swiping your tears away but she grabs your wrist and moved your hand out of the way, wiping your tears away with her thumb instead. You wound up holding onto her wrist and looking at her through your clouded vision. As much as you were crying, you couldn’t help but smile because Capri was still here. She was right here, with you, and you were going to make sure she was going to be right here with you for as long as you could. 

“Don’t fight it, cry if you need to cry.” Capri whispers, thumb stroking your cheek. “Don’t bottle it up.” 

As if on cue, you let the tears go like she’d told you to. She was crying too, but not as badly as you were. Capri just held onto you and you release those emotions that you’ve been trying so hard to shove aside because people were constantly around. 

“I’m very sorry you had to see me like that in the locker room. No one needed to see that.” 

It was that image, of her lifeless on the floor of the locker room that haunted you and made you feel like shit more than anything else now. It wasn’t something you could just forget even though you wanted to. That simply just wasn't possible.

“No one knew it was going to happen, Capri. It wasn’t your fault.” You sniffed, stroking her hair as you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

She nodded, her eyes on you. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you, too,  so much.” You smiled through the tears that were finally dying down, “Don’t you ever scare me like that ever again.”

“I promise.” She says, scooching up to meet your lips, giving you a kiss, “I’ll be uh, holding on tight and celebrating everyday.”

You bit back a chuckle, licking your lips. She winks and smiles cheekily, “Oh how I’ve missed this face.” 

You finally laughed, she finally got it outta you. “There it is.” She smiled back, pressing another kiss to your lips— one that was more than just sweet, it was passionate but tender. “I could watch your smile all day, pretty girl.” 

You grinned, heart melting, “Well, I’m all yours.”

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[drewsbuzzcut]

I Can Feel Your Heart Beatin’ With Mine

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: pregnancy and i think that’s all

When you got to Mat’s apartment from an early morning photo shoot, you were quick to strip out of your clothes. You’d been feeling a little more warm than usual, so if you could wear less clothing, you would definitely indulge in that option. Mat loved it, too, seeing you walk around in panties and an islanders shirt of his that you had cropped.

“Come here and cuddle me,” you whined from your spot on the couch when he came out of his bedroom.

Mat chuckled and slowly lowered himself so that he was tucked into your side. He has his head resting on your chest and a hand resting on your growing baby bump.

“You’re home late,” he says, knowing that you were supposed to be home 2 hours ago.

“I know. I went to eat lunch because I was starving, and then I might’ve stopped by a little boutique that had a bunch of cute baby things,” you sigh, finally feeling relaxed with your man pressed to you, letting his warmth radiate through your body and even though you were feeling hot earlier, you didn’t mind the heat from your guy.

He looks up at you and frowns; it’s quick but you didn’t miss it.

“You went without me?”

He seems genuinely sad and you try not to let your emotions get the best of you. You didn’t think he’d care to go baby shopping. You were obviously wrong.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want to go with me,” you apologize, your palm resting on his cheek, so that you make sure his eyes stay locked with yours.

“Did you buy anything?” He asks through a murmur, seemingly downtrodden at the thought of you shopping for your baby without him.

“No. I didn’t stay there long. Barzy, I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to go with me,” you apologize again.

He just shrugs with a forced smile.

“Ask me next time, please. I would like to pick our baby’s first outfit together,” he whispers into the skin of your collarbone.

Your body warmth is no match for his words, you melt instantly. Most people didn’t see his vulnerable side, but he never had any problems with letting you see it. He was upset that he wasn’t there with you and he wasn’t afraid to let you know.

“Of course. I was actually wanting to go back soon, so maybe we can go tomorrow after your morning skate. If that’s okay with you?”

“I’m down,” he agrees.

You both lay in a comfortable silence for a while. You twist some of his long hair around your finger, and your free hand softly massages wherever you can reach on his back. You’re not completely sure if he’s asleep, his breathing is even, but the subtle movements of his hand on your stomach let you know he’s still awake.

“Next week we get to find out what we’re having,” you break the silence.

“I know. I’m excited. We need to start narrowing down the name list,” Mat replies.

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby. A human that we get to name and raise,” you speak your thoughts.

“It’s crazy, but if anyone can do it, it’s us,” he reassures you.

“True. We need to start setting up the nursery. We also need to do a lot of shopping,” you remind him of the list of things that need to be done.

“I will work it into my schedule, promise.”

“I love you. Thank you for actually wanting to be present,” you whisper, signaling him to come closer so that you can kiss him.

Your lips slot together in a soft, loving kiss. His hand comes up to hold onto the back of your neck, and you turn just a little so that you can attempt to bring your leg to rest on his waist. You fail, but Mat distracts you by deepening the kiss.

“You never have to thank me. I will always be here for the both of you, always willingly,” he speaks into the kiss, making you smile and rub your nose against his.

This man was going to be the best father.

a/n: I can’t wait to dive deeper into dad!mat. Enjoy!!!

[emhm]

How are you doing? I feel kinda weird asking for a life update but I'm curious how you've been. I love all the dolls you're make. I think KC is currently my favorite. And are you gonna do anything special for your 100th chapter?

I didn't want to answer this until I was back home and on my PC, [I REALLY hate typing long messages on my phone.] As far as the chapter- I don't hold things back for certain numbers. Or I would have teased Sun and Eclipse's first actual sex together until the 100th chapter. Thank you for that. I'm already planning four more dolls. They're really fun to make. Everything else... it's complicated. I've already dosed the cats for fleas twice in the last 30 days and it's supposed to last a month. The Frontline Gold is barely keeping them flea free for two weeks and it's insanely frustrating. The only way to get them better meds entails a vet visit for the 3/4 cats that aren't current anywhere. I still have a lot of cleaning to do because I'm only home/awake two days of the week and I still have to cook for the rest of the weeks lunches on those days. This is my problem and I am working on it. My partner basically does the same job as me but for a different client because our work is contracted out by a parent company. Her previous contract ended and took her from 40hrs a week down to 24. And that's the biggest reason that I've been having to beg via Ko-fi just to pay the normal household bills. I already work 40hrs a week and they won't give me any more. We also share a car so that limits what she can do. I heard offhand that the client I work for wanted 10hr shifts for my position instead of 8 but didn't get it for some reason. And I'm the only one on the site, so it was likely to avoid paying me overtime. So what I've done is arrange for my partner to take one of my weekday shifts. This doesn't make us any less fucked on the bills, but it means that if the client pushes for longer hours then I can bump back up to 40 and she'll have the extra day they wouldn't give me. Plus it means I get three days off to do shit at home instead of just two. We have the money to get Lucky fixed [thanks guys!] but we can't seem to score an appointment to get it done. It's a low cost thing and it's first come first serve. We'll keep calling. The dealership offered us a better deal on getting the breaks repaired then the tire place we were going to use. But it was sight unseen. They owe us a free oil change anyway. The appointment to have that done is tomorrow. I also have money set aside for that. [You guys are freaking amazing.] I won't touch any of it until the breaks are done and then I'll know if there's anything left to put towards bills or buy some wood for winter. Because we're already not getting what we need for hours I have to assume the worst [that there will be nothing left] and the every other month electric bill is this month. Fortunately we're only had the AC running maybe four days since it got hot. Point is that I was short several thousand dollars last month. This month will probably be more like $600 short at the worst. Personally. I'm just... here. Doing my thing. I'm really hoping to see some people attempt to follow the patterns I put up. I actually love teaching people to make things and I'm happy to answer questions. Thank you for asking. :) https://ko-fi.com/followmeontumblr

[milawritesstuff]

Pedri fluff: you guys are doing long distance and he picks you up from the airport and its all so cute and fluffy 🥹

A/N: ugh this one is so cute 😂

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Your plane would be landing in Barcelona in thirty minutes. It had been a year since you had been in the beautiful city you had fallen in love with. And this time your destination wasn’t the student housing but his house, your house, the house that would see the two of you create a life together.

You took a compact mirror out and looked at yourself. Fixed your hair and tried to apply some makeup. Hoping whatever he felt for you hadn’t died in the year he had waited. Hoping you weren’t too ugly for him now or he remembered you differently.

You sat back on the seat and closed your eyes as you awaited the plane to begin to descend. The memories of a year ago ran through your mind.

-I’m going to go return this swimsuit and you can head to the restaurant. I’ll be there as soon as I can.- said your friend before class. You had planned lunch at what had become both of your favorite restaurants. A beautiful two story restaurant nuzzled in one of the side streets of las ramblas that served delicious catalan food. After class you rushed to the metro towards the restaurant while your friend rushed towards the city center.

The waiter walked you to the second story where there was only another person sitting in a table close to yours. You assumed he was also waiting for someone. The minutes passed and the two of you waited. You looked up and your eyes met causing the both of you to smile. He turned back to his phone with a shy smirk.

-So should we order our food or are we going to keep on waiting for them?- His voice caught you off guard. You looked up. You could feel your cheeks burning up.

-My friend was supposed to just go exchange something and now she got sidetracked with all the sales.- You explained which caused him to giggle.

-My friend got stuck taking his dog for a walk. So I’m not sure which one is a better excuse.- You slightly chuckled as the waiter came by and took each of your orders.

The two of you began to talk, each in your own table still awaiting for your friends.

-I’m Pedro, by the way.- The Spanish man with beautiful brown eyes and black hair eventually introduced himself to you.

-Y/N.- You responded. You felt comfortable with him, a sense of having know him for years despite having met him just minutes ago.

Neither of your friends ever made it to the restaurant. Him sneakily paying for your food which caused you to blush. The two of you walking down the stairs and out onto the narrow street.

-Well, nice to meet you, Pedro.- He smiled and leaned in to give you a hug and a kiss on each cheek. -Tell your friend thanks for shopping the sales.- He said with a laugh.

-And I guess, thank your friend’s dog?- You answered which caused him to chuckle. His laugh the most endearing thing you had ever heard.

You exchanged numbers and the following day he invited you to his match. The two of you became inseparable while you were there, eventually causing friction when your time in Barcelona came to an end.

-Please stay.- He pleaded.

You promised to come back in a year, which was all you needed to finish your schooling. You were so close. He agreed. A year of video calls, messages, I miss you’s and your first I love you’s.

You grabbed your luggage and walked out of the plane. You nervously paced around as you waited for your check in bags when his message came in. -I’m here. I can’t wait to see you.-

You sneaked one more visit to the restroom to freshen up before finally coming out to greet him. You dropped your luggage and ran to his arms as soon as your eyes met.

-Mi Niña.- He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. He walked over to pick up your luggage.

-Ready to head home?- He asked. You smiled. Home. You liked the way it sounded coming from his mouth. You headed to his car. You have no idea how but he managed to fit all of the luggage in his green mini copper. He walked over to your side and grabbed your hand.

-I can’t believe you’re finally here.- He said pulling you in closer to him. -In a week you’ll want me gone.- You said jokingly. He frowned.

-If I know anything for certain in this life is that I want to spend the rest of it with you.-

You felt as his lips met yours. Full of desire and love. -You’re stuck with me, Pedrito.- He winked. -I wouldn’t have it any other way.-

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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 13 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqazV4hbu8E The song that Anthony refers to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmcQTfyziUI The lullaby that Alastor plays for Charlie.]

"Who is ready for some pizza rolls? I know you are, baby, sorry to keep you waiting.

I will see what else we have around here… Oh, Alastor, you had some pasta too."

"Niffty wanted to make some crafts with it and forgot about it. Cook all that you want, darling."

"So… Not to question the radio man with the weird ass radio powers that us mere mortals can't even begind to understand, but is there any reason why there was blasting of that romantic music just now? It just was so loud that we heard it up to here."

"I have no idea what you mean. Must have been the radio doing that automatically while I was having a shower. Nobody cares to hear about that, of course."

"Mmmm, is that so? Are you sure you weren't intending to hide anything more interesting than that? You know, I just can't help to notice that you and Luci suddenly look a lot more relaxed now.

Hah, there it is, that static sound thingy! I recognize that shit from your broadcast! That is a yes then! Holy shit, you waste no time. Hey, I don't blame you for that either, considering the circunstances.

Care to share some details?"

"Do you always need to do that thing with your mouth that you call talking?"

"I mean, I can do other things with it, but I suppose someone else has that role covered."

"Did you happen to forget who I am?"

"Oh, I remember. You are the guy who shook hands with Husky to keep both of us safe until this shit is over if we brought you these two. So you can threaten all you like, I know you can't do shit about it, babe.

Don't take it so personal, smiley face. This is just a little bit of payback for my grandpa.

And my own satisfaction too. Who is the top and who is the bottom? Come on, don't you think your listeners are dying to know? Did you got on your knees or…?"

"Husker, control your companion."

"I am not doing shit for you anymore. And I wouldn't do it either even if we weren't on this mess. Anthony can do whatever he wants."

"Thanks, hon. I knew there was a reason I let you get to third base on the first date."

"But I also want to make note that hearing about the sex life of this shithead is the last thing I want to do, so I am not engaging on this conversation at all."

"Boo, you are no fun.

Hey, Alie, want to hear about our first date? I, unlike other people, can be very generous with details."

"I suppose it must be easy to be generous when it comes to something that nobody cares about anyway."

"You will be surprised."

"Daddy."

"Yes, my little princess? The food will be ready on a bit. Are you hungry?"

"When are we going back home?"

"I… Honey, we… uh…"

"Soon enough, dear. You saw all that fog out there. It's truly dangerous to get outside while it's up so we all must stay here until it clears."

"Are you coming with us too, Alie?"

"Of course. I am getting out of here with you at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Take it from me, Charlie dear. Doesn't matter how much you love your job, nothing beats getting back home at the end of the day."

"But we are all together now so we can make it fun here too!"

"Indeed, that is very true, little one. But before that we should get you some actual food. You poor thing must not have eaten anything since this morning. I can hear that tummy rumbling from here."

"No, you can't! Don't lie, Alie!"

"Well, I am at least. Maybe I confused my rumbling with yours.

What was that, Lucifer darling? Do you need help with the plates? Don't mind if I do. How about you are a responsible girl and clear the table before lunch, dear? Anthony can help you out.

Since he is not doing anything at all except eating my chocolate."

"Mmm? I mean, sure, no problem.

Let's put all your crayons on their boxes and nevermind, your dogs just ate them all."

"Dazzle and Razzle can't eat, but can have my things inside of them. Want to see me opening their belly? I think I have some candy in there…"

"H-hey, Al, thank you for… I don't know what happened, I just froze there."

"Don't mentioned it. In my line work it is convenient to quickly think things to talk about on the fly. A minute of unnecesary silence is the dead of radio so I have to avoid it at all cost. Nobody wants to tune in just to hear the static."

"I don't know, I am starting to get used to it. It's kinda cute how you only do that when you get flustered or nervous about something.

I didn't understand it at first, but once I started to pay attention as to when it happened it became so obvious.

I mean it as a compliment, Al."

"It's not like I can control it either, so I am glad at least someone likes it."

"And the music?"

"What about the music?"

"The music during the shows. Was that also you or you didn't really control that?"

"Apparently it was all me. But I am myself just now realizing that."

"I liked them. That song that sounded when you talked about our first date I heard it all the time in the office."

"Well, then, if you ever happened to have a petition…"

"CAN I HAVE THE DUCKTALES SONG?!

Please, Alie, I want the ducktales song!"

"It's a show that she likes. But it's kinda modern so I don't know if… Oh, you can do that."

"If it was ever transmitted through radio waves, it's mine for the taking now."

"What a weirdly especific and useless power is that."

"Is that what you think, Husker?"

"Did…

Did you just…

Did you really just used a fart noise for when I sat down? What are you, twelve?!"

"Me? I didn't do anything at all. It must be the age catching up to you, old friend. That is what a bunch of donuts will do to you."

"I DON'T EVEN LIKE DONUTS THAT MUCH!"

"You don't?!

Aah!

Were you ordering all those donuts as a excuse to talk to me?!

Aww, Husky!"

"Can we change the subject already?!"

"What a real party pooper, right, Charlie?"

"Alright, enough toilet humor in front of the food now. Careful, these ones are hot. These ones I took out first so they cool down and my Charlie can take them no problem."

"Thanks, papa!"

"Everything for you, baby. Do you want more juice?"

"Yes, please."

"Here you go. Is it good?"

"Mmm!"

"Huh. You were right, Lucifer. Food do taste better when we are togehter.

Minus some unexpected guests."

"Did you say anything? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the huge favor we did for you! Risking our lives and all, but no biggie! You are welcome by the way!"

"That is a good point.

Thank you.

Even if it was also on your best self interest, I appreciate what you did."

"Oh! I didn't actually think you would say that. You are… actually welcome?

Husky, it's weird when he is nice."

"Right?"

"Alie is always nice to me and papa."

"Was he nice when he dumped your papa?

Uuh, sorry, I don't know why I said that.

That is not my business at all. Forget I said anything."

"No, no, it's fair. Small town, everyone is going to talk, I understand.

I did hurt Lucifer, that was my fault. I did apologize for it and plan to make ammends the best way I can while we are here. I am sorry."

"I-it's okay.

Don't get me wrong, it sucked. A lot. But… of everything that could be happening today, I am glad this is happening."

"Papa is like a tomato!"

"Or a lovely apple."

"You shut up. And you, little missy, are too honest for your own good."

"No, papa, no tickles!"

"Yes, tickles! You have to learn to not make certain comments about your elders! Are you going to learn your manners now?"

"No!"

"Are you going to be a delinquent now? My little danger ducking?"

"Yes! Danger duckling is cool!"

"Oh, Alastor, what happened to my sweet little girl? If only she were here to enjoy the cookies I found on the counter and happened to be her favorites…. I guess they will go to waste now, how awful…"

"Wait, no, I want cookies, papa! I can be danger duckling and also nice!"

"Mmm. Well, if someone can manage that, I suppose it could be my Charlie. I just need to eat your cheeks to be sure and see if you are still nice. Nom nom nom."

"Papa is silly!"

"No, you are silly."

"You are silly!"

"You are the silliest baby girl that has ever existed and that is final."

"Can Alie be silly too?"

"He was born silly, sweetie."

"Yay!"

"I think I am going to fucking vomit."

"Oh shush you, Husky. It's nice. Wish I had a dad like that growing up."

"Well, since everyone is done, let me pick up the plates. I think there is some ice cream on the…"

"Alastor?"

"Wow, what the fuck is up with the lights? Should they do that?

Should his eyes do that exorcist shit?"

"Alastor.

Honey."

"The last listener is gone.

The generators were activated.

We should have… a few hours left."

"Welp. That blows. Fuck."

"There is an empty room that used to be an office on the second floor at the end of the hallway. If you want… privacy, it's there. Just lock the door."

"Papa? What is happening?"

"Uh…"

"Darling. Breath."

"D-didn't.

Didn't you hear, sweetie?

Alastor said that we will just have to stay here a few more hours. Then we can go home. How about after eating you and I go take a nap? The couch on Alastor's studio can be turned into a bed."

"Does it? I didn't know that.

You mean I slept under a desk when I could have used a real bed all along.

Wonderful."

"Well, honey, there is a little thing known as the internet that might have helped you out there with that one. They come on this little convenient things called cellphone that regular people use! I know! Weird but true!

What do you say, sweetie? You must be so tired after today."

"Mmm, a little."

"Then that is what we will do.

Still want to eat the cookies? Yes? Then you can have those. You were about to say something about ice cream on the fridge, Alastor?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I have some left.

Rosie left it the last time. Chocolate with strawberry."

"Can I have too?"

"Didn't you say you weren't a sweet kind of guy?"

"I changed my mind. Stuff happened and now I want ice cream. Is that a crime?"

"Husker?"

"I am good. Enjoy yourselves. Kiddo.

It was nice meeting you. Your dad is a good guy.

I… um… I hope this town treated you well. All things considered."

"It did.

All things considered.

Thank you… for your service.

I will have a bit of those chocolate brandy, though."

"Be my guest, shorty."

"And you, Alastor?"

"I am fine. I don't actually think eating anything else would do me any good right now."

"Are you getting sick?"

"Darling."

"Oh. Sorry, stupid question."

"It's okay. I just hope you all enjoyed it."

"Serve me all chocolate, radio man. And a ton of adult juice on top. Perfect.

Let's go, Husky."

"You are going already?"

"Yep. No offense to any of you, but I want to spend whatever hours we have left with my boyfriend. And I know you are the same.

If there is another side at the end of this, I wouldn't mind meeting you all there.

I am sorry I don't have anything better than that.

Good luck or whatever."

"Papa, the cookies, the cookies!"

"Of course, honey. You have been a good girl so… good girls can have ice cream and cookies as dessert.

Is it good?"

"It's the best, daddy! Thank you, Alie!"

"You are very much welcome, Charlie."

"Can we have this as dessert tomorrow too?"

"Of course, dear. Anything you want.

Ready, love?"

"I guess so. Let's go put you to bed, sweetie.

You wouldn't have any covers or blankets around here?"

"I didn't know I had a bed so, no. But I have a long coat that could work just as well.

There we go. It should be nice and cozy enough"

"Tired, baby?"

"Yeah.

Can Alie put some nice music to sleep?"

"Sure.

This is a spanish lullaby. I don't understand a word of it but it sounds nice, doesn't it? Do you like it, Charlie?"

"Yeh. It's pretty."

"Take a rest, sweetie. We will be right here with you."

"Mmm."

"Are you sleeping, darling?"

"No. I don't think I can.

Alastor.

I missed you a lot."

"I love you."

"You realize it's the first time you say it, right? Of course you would save it for the literal last moment. Bastard."

"Yes."

"You are so emotionally constipated that is unreal."

"Mmm."

"And I never asked it either, did you notice?

Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you are so terrible pretending that you don't.

The fact you think you were ever slick is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

You are like a wet slug pretending that it's a dry rock.

Leaving your trail of love everywhere and then acting as if it isn't there.

Everyone could see it.

That is why I never asked you to.

Even your friend Rosie asked me one time when was the wedding."

"When it would have happen?"

"What?"

"The wedding. When you would have liked having it?"

"Really? You want to talk about that now?"

"Why not?

You can offer other subject if you want."

"I don't know.

Maybe Autumn. Not too old, not too cold. We could have walked down the aisle with the cracking of leaves in a nice open space."

"That sounds lovely.

To tell you the truth I never thought of a wedding.

I just thought you would always be there. Right at my side. We would grow up old and raise Charlie together. It would just happen. Naturally. There was no other way.

Even as I knew it couldn't be."

"With you killing on the side and trying not to stain my floor with the blood of your victims?"

"Darling, I never stained not even my own floors. Please, have a little more faith in me."

"Oh, sorry that I am not familiarized with your way of killing people. How rude of me to think it could get messy sometimes."

"Apology accepted."

"Jackass."

"And you want to marry that jackass. What does that say about you?"

"That I have bad taste in men?"

"Perhaps.

I on the other hand find my own taste impeccable."

"Do you have any idea how irritating that is?

You say shit that are annoying one second and the next say the smoothest thing. I hate it."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't.

How are you holding up?"

"My vision is getting blurry. Oh."

"Your voice is… changing. It sounds like coming from an old radio. Is that bad? I don't know what it means."

"I think it means we have less time now."

"Charlie…"

"Let her sleep. Let it be nothing but a dream for her. Just a long blink."

"I know you said it wasn't going to hurt, but I am scared."

"Lucifer. If we ever see each other again, would you like to know about all of this? Would you like to remember me?"

"While you are another Alastor? In another world?"

"Y-yes."

"I… I think so. No, I would definitely would.

We had good moments. I would like to remember those. Do you think we could do that?"

"Give me your hand.

If we do ever see each other again, I will bring your memories of this life back to you.

But I will only do it if you touch my hand again."

"What is happening?"

"It's a deal?"

"I… yes."

"Then it's done.

Good night."

"Good night, Alastor."

[erato481]

Signore

(Explicit content/Mature)Reader has been working for Bruno, slowly developing a crush on him, not knowing that feelings might be mutual. However after a rough day Bruno has asked her to stay with him for the night.

This is our first fanfic, we really hope that you'll like it. <3 English isn't our first language. We're also active on other social media platforms under the same name, or will open them soon (AO3, Tiktok, Twitter, Wattpad soon)

Its been 3 months since I started working for Bruno, or rather since he saved me from a rough financial situation and offered me money for simple chores. Just as he needed someone to take care of his mansion, I needed money. It was a simple job, really. I was supposed to come at his house every workday morning, clean and leave, usually at evening.

In the beginning I didn't know what Bruno did for a living, but he was a kind enough man. He wouldn't rush me, boss me around or ever yell at me. He was sweet enough to make lunch instead of me, calling me to dine together with him. He is a good cook, and during that time simple small talk turned into deeper conversations, something more meaningful. It was our special time, where I would take a break from cleaning, and he would take a break from a day of hard work.

At first I sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this man. But he was kind and welcoming enough and he asked questions that made him seem like he cared. I told him about my life when we first met, but during those meals was the first time I said it in details. Bruno seemed agitated, his usual gentle and stable demeanour was replaced by a worried, almost anxious one. I could see subtle changes in his expressions, the way his brows slightly furrowed, his jaw tightened and the way he avoided eye contact for second as if he needed a moment to compose himself. It seemed to me as if I saw his eyes water, but just for a brief second. Then he put on a slight smile and got back to his calming self and comforted me.

After this his behaviour towards me became even sweeter. He would ask about how I was doing, or if I was hungry, if my work was too exhausting, if I needed a break, if I needed money and if I needed someone, a shoulder to cry on. At first I wasn't sure if this was only out of pity. But we grew closer, I found out more about him, about his tough childhood, the divorce of his parents, and the first time he had killed a man.

He finally told me what he does for a living, and how come he has so much money for a mansion and a maid to clean it. When I heard it at first I was rightfully scared. But he was always too caring to be a cold hearted killer so I knew he wouldn't hurt me. As time passed he made feel like I finally had a safe space. A place where I could go and be at ease and not think about troubles of rent, a leaky roof and debts. Therefore I couldn't turn away from him, even after his confession. I have cleaned his blood stained shirts, without a question. I wasn't afraid of him.

Often he was home while I was working, but even if he wasn't he would still come back for lunch most of the time. I always greeted him warmly, with a hug and a big smile. Deep down I held this little secret that I actually loved it, I loved being in his arms and in his presence, more than I should. Then after a hug he would rush to make food. Lunch was always our special time, but we started talking even when I would work. He always at least make me company even when he had a job to do. That's how, day by day he became someone who I spent most of my time with, and someone who I thought about almost every second of the day.

Today was a normal day. I came to Bruno's house in the morning. I cleaned the house meticulously. It was around noon when I heard the door open. My whole face lit up and I ran up to the door to greet Bruno. I almost jumped to hug him. He caught me and held me tightly by the waist, hugging me.

"You're home" I said excitedly as I buried my face in his shoulder

"I'm glad to be back".

"Was today rough?" I asked with a hint of worry.

"It was a bit stressful," he replied, with a serious face "don't worry about it" he added in a hurry

"Are you sure about that?" I asked back, with clear concern showing on my face, pulling away from the hug completely.

"I'm fine now that I'm back" he replied with I smile, but I could tell it was a bit forced.

He didn't give me the chance to reply as he made his way towards the kitchen to make lunch. I carried away with my cleaning, but I was uneasy. He usually wasn't this distant. Something must have happened, but from the way he avoided answering he clearly didn't want to talk about it. I was always a little sensitive to his mannerisms. His distance distressed me. But as I was cleaning his living room, lost in my head, he called for lunch.

I left my chores, leaving the cloth and the mop on the floor beside the wall and cautiously went to the dinning room. As I was walking, my mind raced, was Bruno in a bad mood? I wasn't even sure if he wanted me there. He called out again and I started walking faster until I arrived. Lunch was on the table, ready. It was pasta carbonara, nothing too special or difficult to make but Bruno always made it delicious. He looked at me but quickly his gaze went to the food presented on the table. He didn't say anything, it was chillingly quiet.

The creaking of a chair being dragged on the floor broke the silence. He pulled out a chair for me, then lifted his gaze, looking at me deeply. "Have a seat, bella" he said in a quiet, raspy voice. Something was indeed bothering him. It was the voice a person uses when they are in deep distress, when they are so tensed up their voice changes. I simply nodded in response, feeling uneasy and sat down as he told me to. My mind started overthinking again.

I took a seat and pushed my chair to the table. I turned my head to look at him and smiled. He briefly smiled back and walked over to his seat. He poured the pasta into our plates and quickly started eating. I started eating too and avoided looking at him and as I quickly glanced up I noticed he was avoiding me too. Now I knew for sure that he was in a bad mood. He was never like this. He always talked to me, looked at me, paid attention to me. I didn't like this.

"The food tastes good." I awkwardly tried to start a conversation. "Thank you, Signore."

"I'm glad you like it, bella." He said politely, but a small smile escaped from his lips, revealing that he was still glad to be here despite being in a bad mood. "I'll do the dishes." He added. He put his gaze back onto his plate and focused on eating again. We ate in silence which was uncommon. That made me anxious. I forced myself to finish the plate, looking down throughout the whole meal.

Bruno finished first and waited for me to empty my plate. He turned sideways looking at the living room. While eating I occasionally glanced at him. Finally after a few minutes I finished eating too, which caused Bruno to immediately turn towards me and nod with a smile. He took both of our plates and the pot and carried it to the kitchen that was connected to the dining room. He carefully placed them in the sink, eyes not leaving the dishes. Afterwards, he turned to me and quickly approached my seat. I waited for him to pull my chair like he always insisted on doing. There was no need to say anything. He stood beside my chair and gently pulled it from the table.

"Here you go." he said in a deep voice and I stood up, my face turned to the side.

"Thank you, Signore." I said quietly and immediately got back to work. After an hour of cleaning my job was done. I was supposed to go home, but it was getting cloudy and rain started falling. I went to the living room where Bruno was watching TV. I started swiping the dust from the shelf besides the TV, trying not to block his view. I cleaned to buy some time in hopes that the rain will stop soon and that I will be able to go home. I knew that when I get home there will probably be a pond from the leaky roof waiting for me. What made me more anxious is Bruno's attitude today. Will he even call me tomorrow?

As I polished the shelf nervously I turned around to see if I was blocking Bruno's view, but instead I saw his blue eyes fixated on me. My heart started beating faster and I turned back to the shelf so that he won't see my embarrassed smile. The sound of rain started getting heavier and I could hear distant thunder. I cleaned all the dust from the shelf, but didn't know what else to do and felt awkward about just going around and cleaning random objects so I continued cleaning the shelf, pretending that there was still some dust.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder strike and I flinched. I was afraid of thunderstorms. Bruno chuckled and turned off the TV.

"Come sit down." he said calmly. I nodded and turned away from the shelf to sit besides him on the couch.

"Are you scared of the thunder?" he asked, breaking the silence.

I turned to him and nodded, embarrassed. "Yes…well you know sudden loud sounds, can't really say that I like them. I know its dumb." I said, admitting unwillingly.

Bruno sat beside me with a glass of wine, his way of relaxing. He held his glass elegantly in the hand further from me, and raised his eyebrows, looking at me amused. He smiled briefly, caringly and parted his lips as if to say something. He looked away, and raised his head to look up. "Well, how about you stay here?" he said confidently. The question took me off-guard. I was completely surprised. I never stayed overtime.

"No need to get embarrassed about it, bella, fear of thunderstorms are normal…and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was adorable." he added.

I was still stunned and didn't reply. He finally turned his head to me and lifted his head slightly as well as an eyebrow, expecting the answer.

"You mean like stay until the storm passes?" I asked confused.

He rolled his eyes and laughed a bit "No…not only that, I meant stay here…tonight." He said those words while looking in my eyes intensely "And the storm doesn't look like it would pass soon, it may even rain all night".

I didn't know what to say, it was too good to be true. I smiled and replied "Are you sure? You didn't look like you wanted any company." I said a little worried.

Suddenly his gaze became worried too and his brows frowned "Oh bella please don't think like that…actually I would love to have your company today." his eyes became even more charring, even more sincere "Please" he whispered, almost pleading.

I realized, he wasn't pushing me away because of the stress, I'm not getting on his nerves, he doesn't seek solitude, he wants someone to ease his worries. I smiled "I'll stay." my tone was sincere and tender.

His lips curled in a sweet smile. After a few seconds he got up and my gaze followed him. "Thank you." he said calmly, trying not to show emotions but it was obvious how grateful and relieved he was about me staying.

He then walked to the kitchen and poured some wine into a glass. He came back and bent slightly while extending the hand to give me a glass of wine with a kind and almost childish smile plastered on his lips. "Here you go." he said and I took the glass from his hand. Our fingers accidentally touching which caused me to unwillingly smile. I didn't want to look dumb but every interaction with him would cause me to smile or even blush. He sat next to me and extended his hand with his glass "Cheers."

We both took a sip of wine. I could tell it was of a good quality. Soon enough after a few sips, which was his second glass, we were a bit more comfortable. The atmosphere became more relaxed, but I couldn't wipe off that sweet nervousness that I always felt around him. Often times I didn't know what to reply to him.

"You know we can watch a movie if you would like. I can give you my clothes to wear for sleep. Please use my bathroom too, the one upstairs. We will move there after we finish the wine." he said nonchalantly, at least for him since he always had a certain seriousness about him. He turned his head to me and noticed my tension. He smiled widely and looked at me caringly "What is it, tesoro mio?". He then placed his hand on my back gently.

I smiled at the nickname and sighed "Its nothing really…Its just you know, you seemed a bit distant today. More than any other day. Bruno is something bothering you? Should I really stay? I won't force you to say it but please you can tell me anything. We've known each other for a long time now, I think you are the person I spend most of my time with." I started first shyly but I started getting more emotional. I stared at my glass and took a sip which quickly turned to finishing the whole glass. Without looking away I placed the empty glass on the table. I found the courage to look at Bruno. His eyes saddened and he now looked more worried.

His arm from my back slipped down and he touched my hands, still very lightly "Oh…I didn't know it affected you like that, angelo mio" he seemed down and sighed "I'm sorry." he said quietly while in his thoughts. "Is that why you were so anxious today? Did I upset you?" he asked louder than his previous words, as if relieved. Almost unnoticeably he moved closer to me.

I nodded, embarrassed about getting emotional. "I had no idea" he exhaled gently "I usually read people well, I was just so stressed I wasn't really paying attention. I'm sorry…Well I guess I owe you an explanation" he started. "You know what I do for a living. There was a mishap…a crossfire happened and one of my subordinates got injured. You know this part of the job really stresses me out. I know its dangerous but you don't really think about it. You push it under the rug until something like this comes up and reminds you." he said, his voice shaky, he looked so tired and vulnerable. I listened to his every word carefully, noticing every emotion that crossed his face. As he kept talking his at first light touch on my hand became more tense.

"It really makes you think…I don't like burdening people with this, I am supposed to be the one that gives them hope, that makes them feel safe. But suddenly everything around me feels unsafe" his hand squeezed mine "I am really trying to keep everyone around me safe, but if its not enough…" he added, already too distressed to talk. I looked at him deeply and placed my other hand above his "Caro…you're doing more than enough." I said softly but took a moment to calm myself so that my next words don't come with tears. "If it means anything to you, you've always made me feel safe…and happy" unwillingly a tear fell down my cheek. Bruno's face lit up and an honest, catharsic like smile appeared on his lips.

"It means…it means a lot…what you've said means everything to me." he said with voice shakier than I've ever heard it.

My heart melted I removed my one hand from his and placed it gently on his shoulder. Then I took my other hand from his grasp and went in for a hug. His eyes widened in disbelief as I slowly closed the distance between us. I held him gently and rested my head on his shoulders. At first he didn't even move. He inhaled deeply and slowly wrapped both his arms around me, very uncertainly, I could feel how his body shook slightly. After a few moments he got used to it and tightened his grip, anxiously, like he never wanted to let go. It made me so happy. Now both of our bodies were so close that I could feel his heartbeat. At first I mistook it for my own because of how fast it was beating.

I started caressing his back gently and he leaned in more and buried his head between my neck and shoulder. After holding him and caressing him for some time I felt something wet hit my shoulder, his tears. His tight grip let me know that he didn't want to let go. We sat, holding each other in silence. His breathing became calmer and deeper. While still holding me firmly he moved his hand across my back. I felt his fingers run up and down my spine. I leaned in even more and held his head, keeping it in my neck, feeling his breath and gently playing with his smooth hair. He let out a quiet hum. I listened to the rain falling and his heartbeat along with his unsteady breath.

Suddenly thunder struck and I flinched again almost jumping from where I was sitting. Bruno and I cracked up laughing and pulled apart from our hug while still laughing.

"Thank you, bella" he said.

"No problem, Signore" I answered and giggled again. He smiled at me warmly and pinched my cheek.

He then took my hand, noting me to stand up "We should go upstairs now. Go take a shower and I'll wait for you. I'll pick us a movie to watch."

He walked me to the bathroom that was next to his bedroom. I went in and started taking a shower. His bathroom is very well kept and clean, after all I was the one who maintained it. As I washed myself my mind couldn't stop wandering. My heart was still racing as my thoughts kept coming back to Bruno. I quickly finished my shower, feeling all clean and fresh. I grabbed a towel that Bruno gave me and started drying myself. That's when I realized that he didn't give me any clothes. After a few seconds of myself getting too embarrassed I collected the courage to wrap myself in the towel and opened the bathroom door just enough to slip my hand through.

"Um…Signore what should I wear". Suddenly the realization had struck him and he started laughing nervously and quickly stood up from the bed and went to his closet. Soon he handed me his shirt, while his head was turned away from me in respect.

"I'm sorry this is the only thing I have that fits you. Its probably big enough to fit you like a dress" he said still embarrassed. I took it and got dressed. I slowly got out of the bathroom. Bruno was putting a movie on and when he noticed me a smile appeared on his face

"I'm glad the shirt fits you so perfectly" then he patted the spot next to him on the bed "Come here" he said. I chuckled and sat down. He put on a movie, it was a romance. I looked at him surprised and raised my eyebrows. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and smiled. I chuckled in response

"Its alright, we'll watch that."

"Its an old movie, I'm sorry if you don't like movies like this, if you want to I can change it" he said, almost flustered, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"No, no, If you like it I would love to see it" I said and gave him a smile. He put his arm around my shoulder, like a gentleman. The movie began, it was a black and white one with classy and calming music, the lights were off. I started getting more nervous since I was in Bruno's bed with his arm around my shoulder. I wasn't even sure what it meant. My heart started beating even faster than before. My body felt very stiff as I tried relaxing into his embrace. I tried not to let him see how nervous I was, because I didn't want him to move his hand. I could hear my heartbeat.

Suddenly a loud thunder strike brought me back to reality from my daydreaming. I jumped and gasped, completely caught off guard. Bruno's hand dragged me closer to him, right into his embrace. I looked at him surprised.

"Is it better like this?" he asked in his deep voice with a gentle smile.

I nodded, still taken aback. He than placed me in a more comfortable position. He brought me between his legs, almost but still not sitting in his lap. His left arm slipped from my shoulder slowly to my waist while he gently placed his right hand on my cheek. I could feel all the heat from my body rushing to my cheeks, like I had a fever. I was so happy he couldn't see them since they were completely red.

"I'm glad" he said calmly.

I was wondering if he could feel my heartbeat through his hand since it was pounding so hard. I couldn't watch the movie any more, I was simply thinking about him. How could I even go back to working for him like this didn't happen. This must mean something. I know I like him too much but he wouldn't just hold anyone like this.

His hand kept caressing me as I almost completely forgot about the movie. His hand was so gentle and the one on my waist, could he feel how my heartbeat affected my breathing, it was barely touching me, not grabbing me at all. It gave me this ticklish feeling. I wish he would grab me tighter honestly…As I was getting lost in all my thoughts about my boss not paying attention to anything around me, the movie went a little silent. The silence went on and I could feel Bruno's eyes on me. My back was leaning in his chest and what I thought was my pounding chest turned out to be his. It almost felt like our heartbeats were completely synced up.

I turned around to look at him just to see that I was right, his eyes were fixed on me. His pupils were wide, he was looking at me intensely, and didn't look away when I turned. His gaze shifted on my own eyes. He looked at me deeply, I could almost describe it as hungry. Something sparked in his eyes the moment I turned and I couldn't look away either. His hand that was caressing my cheek now tightened, as well as his hand on my waist.

He lowered his gaze onto my lips, and after a few seconds he looked at my eyes again, slightly softening his expression and very slightly rising his eyebrows as if asking for permission. It felt hypnotizing, I simply leaned in slightly more into his gentle yet passionate touch and by a few millimetres brought my face closer to his. He looked at me even more heatedly. With his hand that was on my cheek he lowered his thumb and placed it on my lower lip and pressed softly.

I was almost shaking from excitement, my breath deepening, following Bruno's lead. Bruno deeply inhaled and looked me in the eyes once more, parting my lips with his thumb, then lead my body closer to him by the waist.

I closed my eyes and felt his lips press on mine gently, he then pulled away but was still close enough that we could feel each others breath on our skin. I kept my eyes closed and his finger was still touching my lips, reminding me of the feeling of having his lips on mine. He closed the distance and his lips were once again on mine. Very softly for a few seconds, then he pressed harder, he held my waist more roughly, and pressed my body completely on his. I parted my legs so I could sit in his lap where he placed me. I put my hands on his bare chest. He used his finger to open my mouth a little wider and slipped his tongue in. I moaned into the kiss, this time he wasn't holding back.

I felt myself getting lost in the feeling of his passionate kiss. I couldn't keep still, it felt like I was melting under his kiss and touch. I quivered and slid my hips across his lap. That's when I felt something hot and stiff under me. I whimpered at the feeling of it, and surprise. He kissed me more deeply and groaned. His hands couldn't keep still on my body. He lowered his hand from my waist to my ass and gripped hard. With his other hand he grabbed my hair making me pull away from the kiss, exposing my neck. I could feel his hot breath there.

"I wanted this for such a long time, angelo mio" his words tickled the skin of my neck. All I could think of saying is I love you, but I didn't want to say it just yet, so in response I only moaned. He looked at me closely while caressing my back and nape and then kissed my neck softly, only with his lips a few times before biting me. It would definitely leave a mark.

With his hand he went under my shirt and brushed my stomach and waist, slowly bringing it up. With every single brush of his fingers against my skin, mixed with the sensation of his teeth on my neck I made some sort of noise, a moan, a whimper, I couldn't keep silent any more."Ah Bruno…" I moaned.

"Yes, amore mio" he replies, his voice deep and rugged. His hand moving onto my breast, squeezing gently, before making a circle with his finger around my nipple. I moaned and he kissed me again. He started sliding both of his hands up, moving my shirt along with them

"May I?" he asked cautiously. "Please" I replied eagerly. With my approval he took of my shirt completely. After slowly and carefully taking my shirt off, making sure to savour every moment, every part of my body that he is uncovering, he looked mesmerized. He took a moment to look at me. Delicately he came closer and kissed my shoulder while having his hand on my back for support. He trailed kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and when his lips came closer to my ear he whispered

"Sei cosi bella". It gave me goosebumps. With his hand on my back he gently laid me down on the bed. He placed his hand on mine and kissed me again, only softly pressing his lips on mine. He was still holding back. He sat next to me on the bed and took his hand, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before dragging his fingers gently down my whole body. While doing so he said serenely

"You're tense, take a deep breath. We can stop anytime you want. Just please…rilassati per me" (Relax for me). I did as he said, I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I can't, Bruno. For too long I've been longing for this" I replied to him, sincerely. I noticed the widening in his eyes, he tried to process what I said. Quickly he came back to this moment and looked at me reassuringly

"I'll give you everything" he said. When his hand, that was slowly dragging along my body, reached my hip, it stopped. He glanced at me before looking down between my legs. His hand started moving again from my hip to my thigh and then closer. He touched me tenderly, as if to see my reaction. When I felt his hand my breath hitched. I almost started shaking from anticipation. He noticed and for the first time touched me properly. His hand moved tenderly in circles. I let out a breathy moan. He started going a bit faster

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow".

"I want you" I moaned eagerly already getting worked up, without having anything inside of me yet. He kept touching me where I was sensitive the most. The sensation almost too much. He sensed that I enjoyed it. I was already starting to lose myself, my breathing became faster and uneven, my chest rising and falling, so he dragged his finger lower. He earned a surprised moan from me.

"May I?" he whispered and I immediately nodded. He carefully dragged his finger around my wet entrance. My whole body was begging for him. Slowly, he inserted only the tip of his finger. Than, while looking at me in the eyes he inserted the rest, bit by bit. His fingers were long and slim, very elegant. He took care of them so they were smooth. When he finally inserted it entirely I let out a loud whine. "Ah Signore" I felt it deeply.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, sounding proud. "Mhmmm" I moaned in response. He started moving it. The pace was not rough nor slow, but it definitely was a teasing one. It felt amazing, too much, too good, but not enough to satisfy, only to leave you longing for more. I was anticipating every time he would insert it back deeper before pulling it out slightly, just to bury it deep within me and hit the right spot.

My body was moving on its own, followed by all the whimpers. Without realizing what I was doing, I grabbed Bruno's free hand and held it tightly. His eyes looked at me with care.

"Oh Angelo mio" he said quietly before lowering himself to kiss me, without changing the pace. He pulled away but kept his face above mine closely, looking in my eyes, almost like looking at my very soul. "Do you need more?" he asked. I was too focused on his eyes and the pleasure

"Signore…yes…yes please". He added one more finger, stretching me out a little more. It felt amazing, just enough that I needed, but only for short time before my lust grew and I needed even more.

He started fingering me even faster, leaving me panting. I held his hand tightly while getting lost in pleasure.

"Così adorabile" he murmured and suddenly took his fingers out. He looked at me intensely and moved away from me, from my side to in front of me. He was sitting but now he started lowering his head. He stopped between my legs. While keeping an eye contact he kissed my thigh and parted my legs with his hand. He trailed kisses to my inner thigh. He closed his eyes and bit me. He kept kissing that spot and softly sucking. Then he lifted his head and slowly got closer. He licked teasingly at first. After I got used to it he started his own pace. I was gripping the sheet. The feeling was very gentle, his tongue kept working on me smoothly. He started licking the same spot, the one he noticed I liked the best. The pleasure was overwhelming, unbearable for me to keep still. I suddenly, grabbed him by his hair hard and dragged him even closer, burying his head between my legs. He let out a deep muffled out grunt and held me by my thighs, digging his fingers in my skin. I threw my head back as he started going faster. He was so focused on pleasing me, it felt like it was pleasing for him too. From time to time he would glance at me hungrily. Not only was it not enough for me, but also for him. All the nervousness left me and he wasn't holding back. He looked at me with such intense hunger and pulled away.

"Sit on my face" he suddenly said.

I looked at him surprised "Signore?" I asked confused.

"Cara mia, don't hesitate" he gave me an approving smile and took my hands, putting me in a sitting position. Than, while still holding my hands, he laid down and pulled my hands to him, encouraging me to move on top of him. I cautiously sat and he immediately let go of my one hand while still holding the other and grabbed me by the hips, bringing me even closer before he started again, even more passionately. I had to get hold of the headboard to keep myself stable. It felt even better like this and it wasn't long before I started moving my hips on my own, which made both of us enjoy it more. He was getting into it more, working his tongue harder, sliding all over my sensitive parts. He kept holding my hand, making my heart swell with love.

"Aaah Bruno it feels so good" I moaned and he fiercely kept going. His tongue crossed my entrance which reminded me of the fullness I felt earlier and how much I missed it. I wanted him inside of me right there. "Ah Signore I can't…aaah…I can't keep up like this any more… ah I need more" I pleaded. He let himself enjoy it for a few seconds longer before pulling away. I let go of his hand and got off him. He sat up and held me by the waist.

"Bella…you want me so much". I looked at him before my glance fell to his pants. He placed his fingers on the hem of his pants and slipped them inside as if he is going to take them off. I slightly bent to reach him and slid my fingers next to his while looking at his eyes cautiously to see if he was okay with it. He started pulling his pants down slowly and I did too, along with his underwear, revealing his crotch. It was big, like I expected from when I felt it against me earlier. His pants were gone and now both of us were naked. We sat in a few moments of silence. This is the first time I saw Bruno without clothes and it only made my desire grow. I wanted to know how it felt like. I realized that I've been staring so I told him sweetly

"Signore…can I do the same for you?". He took my chin in his hands and kissed me passionately but shortly. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down, on the floor.

"On your knees" he whispered and I kneeled if front of him. With his hand on my chin he guided me upwards and gave me another, more intense kiss. He pulled away and started bringing me lower. I followed his lead and my head was between his legs. He caressed my chin while I was looking in his eyes with anticipation and desire. He placed his hand that was on my chin in my hair and slowly started directing my head towards his cock. My lips were just centimetres away from it. He brought his finger to my lips and parted them, all while I looked at him eagerly. With my lips parted he placed his finger inside my mouth, exploring it for a few seconds, teasing me, making me want it even more. And I was sure he could tell just how much I wanted him by the look of his eyes. I closed my mouth and started sucking on his finger, seductively.

"Mia dolce ragazza" he praised and took his finger out of my mouth. Again he parted my lips, but now brought them to his cock. My mouth touched it and I could hear his breath hitch in anticipation. All the while he was pleasuring me, we paid no attention to his needs, so he was extremely pent up. I gave his tip a teasing lick and he inhaled sharply. His hands started playing with my hair. I wrapped my lips around it without putting it in my mouth yet. He gave me a stern look and pushed my head further, making me take his tip. I sucked on it only slightly. I had to open my mouth wider so I could take it in. I started moving my head up and down, further from the tip, still not halfway through it. Bruno moaned and brushed his fingers gently through my hair. The intense look in his eyes told me he wanted more. I took it further and went back again with only his tip in my warm mouth before quickly lowering my head even further.

"Proprio così, mia dolce ragazza" (Just like that my sweet girl). The sweetness of his voice made me moan, sending vibrations to his cock. He grunted and tucked my hair behind before pushing me deeper. Wanting to please him more I moved my head faster, paying attention to every detail. I sucked in my cheeks making the inside of my mouth tighter, applying more pressure to it and swirling my tongue. A deep groan escaped his lips. My jaw started hurting from his size, but I kept going with the same pace, eager to please him.

I closed my eyes, but quickly I heard Bruno say "Open your eyes, bella, I want you to look at me". I opened my eyes and looked into his, innocently gazing up at him. I was taking a little more than half of it and I could feel it hit the back of my throat. I wondered how it would feel inside of me. With those thoughts I forced myself to take more, struggling to keep the pace and to keep taking that much. I gagged at the size and my eyes filled with tears. They streamed down my cheeks while I was choking on it, looking up at Bruno with glassy eyes. Noticing me struggling He pulled me away by my hair. On my knees I coughed and he caressed my cheek, wiping away my tears. He placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Take it easy, amore mio" he said as he pulled me closer, to his chest, while still keeping me kneeling. Then gently while keeping his hands on my skin, like a soft brush, brought his one hand on my face and the other on my back. I leaned my face against his chest and stayed like that for a few moments, peacefully until my breathing calmed. He took my face in front of him and tenderly kissed my forehead "Good girl". We looked at each other, full of love and anticipation.

"I just want to please you, Signore" I said softly. He cupped my cheeks.

"I know, angelo mio" he whispered before lowering my head again. I didn't hesitate to wrap my soft lips around it. After taking half of it in my mouth I took his hands and placed them firmly on my head, noting him that I want him to guide me.

"I will" he said and held my head securely. His arms gently pushed me further and back. He kept the pace he liked and I relaxed and kept my lips around it while adjusting to the size and rhythm. After few minutes of sucking it like that, with small breaks he gave me, I got used to it. He guided me to take it whole. I felt it deeply inside my throat and whimpered at the feeling.

"Just like that" he said breathlessly. I deep-throated him, as he wished, gagging from time to time. "Keep breathing. Relax your jaw." he told me calmly. His eyes tried staying on mine but he would look up in pleasure and grip my hair tighter when it would hit the back of my throat. Biting his lip and moaning. I could feel it twitching inside my mouth. Shortly after which he pulled away carefully.

"You were perfect" he praised while stroking my cheek. His finger slid under my chin and he pulled me up to kiss me deeply. That turned into a long, passionate and needy kiss.

He took me in his lap while kissing me, and laid both of us down, with me on top. Our kisses were getting sloppier and our breath more rapid. I lowered my face to kiss his neck and gave him bites from time to time, after which every time his breath hitched. After a few minutes he pushed me and turned us around, making himself on top. His lips were sealed on mine, his hand trailing over my chest. I felt him pinch my nipple. A moan escaped my lips which made him deepen the kiss. Tracing his hand lower he made his way toward my thigh. Sighing at the sensation of his warm, gentle fingers I allowed him to part my legs.

Continuing to kiss me passionately I felt his dick on my skin not yet at the entrance. My moan of desire was swallowed by the increasing intensity of the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, looked at me with heavy lids in a drunk like state, took my hand in his and kissed the inside of my wrist. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. He smiled at me reassuringly and I gave him an approving nod, inhaling sharply. I've been awaiting this. I needed to feel him inside. An anxious feeling arose in my chest, worrying because of his size. Slowly the pressure on my entrance turned into a sharp pain, making me grip the sheet and let out a loud high pitched moan. Bruno's expression was one of satisfaction, his heavy lids closed before his eyes suddenly opened from hearing the pained moan and became worried. He took my hand in his, entangling our fingers. Taking advantage of my open mouth, his lips were immediately sealed on mine. He pushed a few more centimetres in, making me scream and held his hand tighter. My other hand placed on his shoulder, holding him sweetly. Separating his lips from mine he said lovingly

"Does it hurt?". "Mhm" and a whimper was all I could produce in response.

"Oh Angelo mio" his whole demeanour softened, but he still had that same pleasured look plastered over his face. "You will feel good soon" he said caringly "As I said before we can stop anytime you want".

My eyes looked at him pleadingly, with my eyebrows knitted and mouth open "Please don't stop, Signore". He chuckled in response and kissed my forehead. "Just hold my hand" I told him desperately.

"I will, bella" he said with a sincere smile. Inserting the whole tip in he inhaled sharply and then groaned. His eyes closed again, biting his lip at the feeling of the pressure. A beautiful sight that made me clench and him moan.

"Ah…bella don't do this to me". I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Unable to resist he pushed himself deeper, making me whimper. I could feel him stretching me. He let out a grunt and went even deeper. "I'm more than half way in, bella" he whispered in my ear. I whimpered.

"Signore"."You can take it" he said reassuringly and went deeper. From his face I could tell how careful he was with every move and how he savoured every moment, enjoying it fully, relishing every sensation, from every inch he buried in me. He did not only wait for me to adjust but let himself take delight in every second, intensely watching my reactions. I found myself clinging to him, he held me like I was so precious, moaning softly.

"Oh, angelo mio" from time to time. He finally moved into me entirely. I felt it so deep, more than I thought I could take. I screamed again and my eyes rolled back, my nails dig into his shoulder, contrary to my previous gentle touch.

"Ah mmm Signore". He let out a deep moan and couldn't keep calm so he rested his head on my neck.

"That's it, bella" he whispered, tickling my skin with his breath. He moved his hips a few inches away from me until he was halfway out, stopping there. The warmth of his hands gently pressed on my cheeks. “Can I move, tesoro?” he asked tentatively. His raspy voice echoing throughout the room, quiet enough so only our sweet moans, eager breaths even could be heard. His tone enough to make me desperate. I nodded in agreement but from the look in my eyes alone he could tell that the answer was yes.

I managed to utter the words “Yes, Signore” making him grunt in exhilaration, lids widen. From my words I felt his twitch inside me, making me involuntarily whine. I grabbed one of his hands on my cheek, reminding him of my request. “Please be gentle” I added nervously. His smile was wide, his whole body trembling in excitement.

He didn't waste time and immediately thrusted back in entirely, before pulling out half way. He started with a steady but strong pace. Every time he pushed inside it would make me feel overwhelmed. In that blissed out state I let put an uncontrolled whimper the moment he buried himself inside me, before repeating it again and again. I started feeling dazed, my mind filling with fog and the only thing I knew then was him and the immense pleasure he was giving me with every thrust. I almost forgot to breathe. My eyes couldn't focus. He too was almost out of his mind, looking up, eyes rolling, getting high off my every moan, every sound I would incoherently make. His foggy eyes would look down at me before closing them shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of my tightness and warmth.

”Mia dolce ragazza” he whispered, “Amore mio, Angelo mio, sei cosi perfetto, cosi bella, cosi affascinante. Ti amo bella, mio grazioso angelo, ti amo carina” he repeated incoherently, in a drunken like state “Ti amo” he continued whispering. This state of mind made him instinctively grab my thighs fervently, possessively, spreading them, keeping them apart and allowing him to go even deeper and increase his pace. It was still not fast nor rough, but pervaded with burning passion. He moaned loudly, consumed by pleasure. “Ti amo” he mumbled again. In a muddled state, trembling beneath him I managed to answer, voice shaky

“Ah Bruno…I love you too” before my mind went blank. My body convulsed from his intense pounding, my belly and chest going up and down from my heavy breathing. Every time I felt him hit that spot deep inside my legs twitched. Noticing that he buried his fingers in my skin, leaving deep marks. Extending my hand I brushed my fingers along his chest, wanting to be closer to him.

With a wide smile he raised his head, looking up now thrusting more passionately with quiet moans. He glanced at my hands, brushing his palms all the way from my thighs to my hand before gently grabbing it and pulling it to his lips, kissing it. He then grabbed my wrists in a light hold and bent over me, our chests touching. He kissed me deeply, slowing his pace while doing so, I let out a muffled moan to which he responded with a soft one of his own. Pulling away from the kiss he shuffled his arms to my back, fully embracing me, continuing again with his previous vigorous pace. With the returned intensity I wrapped my legs around him. Touching our foreheads together we looked at each other, lovesick, completely enamoured with one another.

“Signore” I whined between moans without looking away. “Keep looking at me, angelo mio” he said breathlessly. “You're so beautiful, signore” I responded my voice full of adoration.

He smiled and chuckle which soon turned into a moan, holding my body tighter, like wanting to combine us into one. It felt like he was going even deeper, if that was possible. “I love you” I uttered against his lips my eyes glassy like tears are about to fall any moment.

“Anch'io ti amo” he moaned, lowering his head to my neck, sprinkling kisses on it. The combined sensations of him inside of me and his soft pecks made me tremble. I felt his teeth scrape against my tender skin causing shivers down my spine.

“More, signore” I pleaded stretching my neck to give him more access. With that he enthusiastically sunk his teeth into me, fulfilling my wish. The tingling pain caused the tears in my eyes to overflow, trailing down my cheeks. My fingers ran through his hair, gripping him tightly, pushing his head deeper into my neck simultaneously leaning into him. He let out a deep groan sending vibrations to my skin. All the combined sensations of pain and pleasure made me yearn for more. I couldn't take it any more. I started moving my hips to meet his, greedily trying to get more friction, my moans getting louder and more needy. He bit down harder, sucking on the same spot. Making sure to leave a mark while thrusting, now harder and sloppier.

“Oh carina, you want me so much” he whispered into my neck in a deep, teasing voice.

“Bruno…” I cried out, my whole body and mind focused on feeling him more.

Swiftly he tightened his hands and I felt myself being lifted. Without pulling out he placed me right onto his lap, holding me securely. His eyes watched me, completely mesmerized, looking at me deeply, taking a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of my face, eyes, lips, then looking down at my body with that same look that he often gave me when we were alone together. Only this time not hiding his passion.

Bending his head to trace kisses on my bruised and now more sensitive neck and my chest, he held me possessively but tenderly at the same time, continuing his appreciation. I wasted no time and lifted myself before slamming back down with his head leaning against my chest. The room was now increasingly filling with more and more heated moans. In my desire of wanting him closer, wanting him more my hips instinctively moved faster, my body at limit. I tried taking more and more,slamming myself onto his hips, feeling myself getting overstimulated and swallowed up by my desire. Mindlessly going up and down, not minding the pain that I would feel every time my hips met his, hearing his sweet grunts only making me try more. I could hear my voice get increasingly louder from soft moans to intense cries.

“More aah more please more” I repeated breathlessly, like in a different state of mind. Bruno, noticing me getting too impatient, grabbed my hips firmly, holding them still, not allowing me to move, depriving me of the friction that I needed more than anything in the moment. However, the position he held my hips in, all the way down to his, was one of me taking his whole length, feeling his tip touch my cervix. Not being able to move away I let out a whimper. It was too much and at the same time too little. My body started shaking. I tried moving myself up, however his strong arms held me in place.

He lifted his head to meet my eyes “Don't be so hasty, I want this to last longer” he whispered, still it somehow sounded like an order.

Whining quietly I nodded, completely at his mercy. His arms lifted me carefully just to bring me down again, with the same gentleness. Attentively he made love to me, without his gaze straying away from my eyes. He wouldn't look away from me, keeping his piercing eyes on mine the whole time. I couldn't take it any more and looked away, instead opting to look at his chest, avoiding his glance. Quickly he trailed one hand to my chin, grabbing it with his thumb and forefinger, and returned my head to its former position, making me face him again.

“Don't be so shy, bella. Look at me.” he ordered me in a raspy tone. I unwillingly looked at him with heavy lids, feeling embarrassed even though there was nothing to hide away from any more. He continued moving my hips slowly while keeping the intense eye contact though his eyes could hardly focus from the pleasure. At that moment it was like time stopped, it was just us, feeling each other, letting his hands control my hips, my movements, pace, making me feel every inch, every detail of him going in and out, hitting my deepest parts. He leaned his face against mine, nuzzling me.

“I love you so much, bella” he said tenderly and kissed me slowly without giving me time to say it back.

He started speeding up bit by bit, carefully watching my reaction. Although I liked feeling him slowly making love to me, I was glad he started picking up his pace. With his increasingly faster rhythm my moans started getting louder. I clung to him, my arms embracing him, wanting to be closer and to hold onto something.

“Here, bella” he gently moaned and sped up again. Losing my composure I buried my head between his neck and shoulder and bit hard to hold back the sounds that still inevitably escaped my mouth. I whimpered into his skin, trying to match his now harsh pace. The harder he went the more I started losing myself, my body giving out, becoming limp in his embrace. Lost in pleasure he continued thrusting roughly for a few minutes holding my exhausted body.

Noticing that I couldn't keep my body up he placed me back on the bed, hovering over me, adjusting the pillows, placing one under my lower back.

“Thank you, signore” I said in a shaky voice. He didn't reply, instead he started thrusting roughly again with a pleased smile. I screamed, tears streaming down my face, which he kissed away.

“Please hold me, signore” I pleaded between my loud moans. Immediately, he fulfilled my request, holding me, putting his arms across my back. I felt myself going back and forth with the force of his thrusts, throwing my head back, giving him access to my neck which he latched onto, alternating between soft kisses and harsh bites. With each and every movement he got faster, rougher, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

“Bruno…” I uttered his name in my now raspy, hoarse voice, digging my nails in his shoulders. He growled at my broken moan or maybe it was the feeling of my fingers gripping him. I couldn't tell any more. My mind only focused on feeling of him inside me, of his kisses, of his warm hands firmly on my body, I could only focus on Bruno. He rested his head next to mine, his heavy breaths falling onto my ears, his movements getting uneven. I realised that he was getting close and so was I. There was a pressure building up inside. I started moving my hips, trying to feel more, get over the edge. With my moans and movements getting needier he noticed how much I needed a release, and he too let himself go, allowed himself to be more unreserved.

“I'm close, bella”

"Me too Signore…ah I can't…" I was barely able to speak let alone to form a sentence. All that was left in the room were needy and loud moans, getting more intense and a few words mumbled, a clapping sound skin to skin getting faster and faster. I held onto him tighter, like my life depended on it, and he returned it with the same passion. I could feel that with every movement he hit my sweet spot and held me so comforting as I let out cries and moans into his shoulder

"Ah bella, that's it…ngh come" he whispered. And like every time, I obeyed, letting an overwhelming feeling wash over me while his every thrust sent me over the edge and forced me to stay longer in this feeling. I whined and moaned loudly, incoherently, tightening around him before he himself couldn't keep it any more and followed up with his own release.

He groaned deeply "Ah angelo mio, may I?" while uncontrollably thrusting into me.

"Please Signore…please" I whispered, completely surrendering to the feeling. He came inside, moaning and whimpering at every thrust. It was like the time stopped for me and I could feel everything.

After we both finished we stayed like that, holding each other, completely tangled, he was still inside and both of us were breathing heavily against each other's ears. He laid on top of me, holding onto me like I was the most precious thing. We laid like that in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying one another's warmth before he lifted his head just above mine and moved his hand on my cheek "Bella" he said, every letter and every look from his eyes full of love, if I didn't know him for so long I would've thought that he might start crying from how glossy his eyes were.

"Did you like it?" he asked. All I could do was eagerly nod and kiss him passionately on the lips.

"I love you Signore" I said, all the pent up emotions coming through my words.

"I love you too angelo mio" he said lovingly. " And please, call me Bruno" he chuckled.

"I love you so much, Signore Bruno" I told him.

He chuckled again, his eyes full of happiness "Mia dolce ragazza" he said before kissing me.

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[silverflqmes]

haithellie

- who fell first and how?

- what book sealed the deal on your relationship?

- did you guys join a book club together, if so — what was the book that caught both of your guys’ eye?

- what do the boys think about your guys’ relationship? (kaveh, cyno, & tighnari)

tartellie

- how did you guys meet and how long did it take for a single date?

- which of you said i love you first and how?

- e2l, which one admits they’re in love first and why?

yuellie

- he misses the high cloud quintet, how do you comfort him?

- you both fight phantylia together, who falls down first?

- bonus: who went for the body? i think i can answer this one

sephellie

- how to make a day of fun so sephiroth can be human again

- how would you style his hair for fun

- how to get him to stop being cloudobsessed and you-obsessed instead!!!

at long last i answered your ask bc monkey brain has just been SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH as of late.. ahem. now without further delay, time to get the cogs winding

𓍼 haithellie.

— if i’m going with my e2l idea, he fell first because i was in hella denial.. but i fell harder. i haven’t really come up with much but i’m thinking we would both be in places in our lives where we’re dealing with loneliness?? for me i would have left home to study so i’d kinda be adjusting, while alhaitham has kinda been on his own, having lost his parents from young, and later his grandmother that took care of him after that. so i think we would have found mutual comfort in each other and he would have caught some feelings just from little details. stupid habits i have, shared interests, the bantering since we would have both been in the same darshan..

— i totally missed this question until i went back to read for the next ship but UHHH the wicked king cuz it’s my fav and i’ll never be normal about it

— we joined a book club not knowing that the other would be in there too LMAO it was just supposed to be a pastime kinda thing and it was just coincidence that we both ended up in it together.. but let me think, me being me i like my romantasy books so i dunno it alhaitham would also be into those.. but i could see him reading the folk of air — totally not bc it’s my favorite series, totally not bc we act like jude and cardan, totally not because — yeah, you got me..

— alhaitham wants them nowhere near me ( minus tighnari ) because they would enable me and they would tease him sm.. but i think we would be super chill together, i could see us playing uno or monopoly and just- disaster happening BAH but anyway i think they would be happy about alhaitham finding someone after his losses, and even it kaveh might be petty.. he’s happy for him<3

𓍼 tartellie.

— omg akira-san, i mean uh, tartaglia, yeah.. ahem. let me think.. we would have met at a flower shop, he was buying flowers to bring home to his family since he was likely away from home for a good while. he was just scanning all the different types, not sure which to pick, to which he would approach me, thinking me to be the store clerk ( i was not ). confused, i would break to him that i do not work there.. to which he would get embarrassed LMAO but since we were talking, he would ask on my opinion anyway, to which i’d try my best to offer a few options to my basic knowledge of flower language. i think he would show interest in the way i talk and explain, the hand gestures and expressions i make, but he’d ignore it.. until we stumbled once more upon each other, where he would chat with me.. and then proposes the idea of getting lunch. totally not a date, just lunch..

— he did and probably said so without even saying those three words tbh?? i don’t know how he would say it, but uh maybe smtn like.. “it’s strange.. home, until now was always being with my family back in snezhnaya.. but somehow, you seemed to have brought that feeling to me here and have blossomed it into something a little more than family, something special and precious to me.”

— now for this.. me LMAO if it was e2l it would end up as an unspoken confession i feel?? maybe if he was seriously injured or um, overdid things again because he used foul legacy or his delusion in a fight.. to which i would yell at him in a way that sounded like i really cared for him, and tartaglia would end up saying something along the lines of me sounding like i loved him or something.. to which i would go silent and he would piece it all together. unspoken confession!!

𓍼 yuellie.

— understandable as to why he would miss them, especially cuz he’s the last one remaining and with his memories in tact. it’s kinda heartbreaking honestly, but i understand the kinda fall of a friend group in a way, granted i still talk with mine but very minimally these days. regardless, i would do my best to comfort him, maybe take him out or encourage him to come be around others as well outside of his duties, just to feel yk welcomed as a dude and not just as a general. i think he’d like something like that cuz company helps when you miss those that you were once close with.

— AKWJSJDJSKSJ i fall down first and i make sure to KNEEL ( i did it on purpose ) yuan is probably like ellie???? and i’m like ain’t no way you said you’re going for the body — I’M GOING FOR THE BODY, YOU SIT YOUR ASS BACK THERE. atp he’s like, am i about to have my girl stolen by horrifyingly attractive woman that wants to kill us and is not just twice but several times her size?? he’s just watching in complete shock but like part of him understands.. i mean.. come on.

— I WENT FOR THE BODY AGAIN AND AGAIN ahem, your assumptions are likely correct.

𓍼 sephiellie.

— screams in sephiroth. okay um. let me actually get into this. sooo a day to make sephi have fun and feel more human.. well! after buying flowers from a certain peddler, i would whip out my super slay cool flip phone and urge him to come over after work because i had a surprise for him. said surprise is flowers to braid into his hair and a flower for him to keep at home cuz sephiroth having a green thumb sounds so adorable. for the rest, it would be just a cute self care day to remind him of his humanity in spite of whatever modifications and experiments were done on him ( FUCK YOU HOJO YOU UGLY ASS PIECE OF SHIT, THERE’S A REASON I’M NOT IN FFVII AND THAT’S BC YOUR ASS WOULD BE THROUGH, WHICH MEANS THE STORY DOESN’T END UP HAPPENING SO NO GAME )

— the braid with the flowers in it! high ponytail for sure HE IS SO PRETTY<3 maybe a bun as well after i told him that mine absolutely sucked and that my mom refused to let me out of the house without her doing my hair.. so he would ask to see how bad said bun is — so it ends up messy because i didn’t wanna make it too tight.. his hair is also super long.. but he liked it, probably wondered why i couldn’t leave the house when it looked so nice on him ( sobbing he’s so so sweet ), furthermore i would try the princess leia space buns and perhaps twin tails<3 he also would do my hair and try out different styles too, he’s so gentle<3

— I DON’T KNOW I GUESS I NEED SOME MAKO BATHS AND HIS CELLS SO HE CAN INVADE MY THOUGHTS INSTEAD😐 but like.. sefikura.. IM TORN

okay i believe that was all of them.. this took way longer than i’d expected😭

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i held an intervention for my cousin?

strap in bc this is gonna be long, but first i need to introduce this little cast of characters: I (26f), my sister (23f) and my cousin (22f) are literally the only young ones in my family. my fathers siblings never married, and i have only my mother's sister (50sthF) who has married and also has a kid. so this made us kind of close since we were kids, especially my sister and my cousin (due to their close ages) were always together. we did live far from each other, and could only meet one or two times in a year.

my cousin and my sister have ocd. i have depression. we all have anxieties. my aunt and my mother both have anger issues, so we kind of can guess what kind of house my cousin is living in. and also from what we could see during our short visits. so yeah, we're all fucked up, but ever since i started therapy and forced my sister to go as well, things started to change. my cousin kept making excuses about money issues, and not really needing any therapy, but her ocd started spiraling down very quickly after her cat got sick last year (we'll get to that soon).

so here's where the problem lies: my cousin has ocd, and needs to constantly ask for approval. she also has severe separation anxiety, to the point that she cant even think about a family member or her cat dying. and see, i get that! we also had beloved pets who died and honestly it still fucks us up, but she is getting delusional about it. god forbid we mention that the cat is now an old lady, or say that shes not as sharp/agile as she was before—this makes her cry immediately. also her ocd is very focused on her cat: she thinks she can carry diseases to her cat, she gets hysterical if we change our clothes near the cats bowl, asks everyone repeatedly if sth unrelated might make the cat sick. shes also of the belief that if someone uses an insect spray, then the poison will stay there till she goes to that place and carries the poison to her cat and making her sick. we kept explaining to her that if the sprays would work like that then we wouldnt suffer from a serious ant infestation for the third year in a row, but as it goes with ocd, she just cant accept it. she only believes what her mother says, and well. her mother gets agitated Very Quickly and they start fighting which makes everything worse.

usually id interfere and tell my aunt to just get along with my cousin as shes going through therapy and medication, and i saw it first hand on my sister that it takes time for ocd to get calmer. its not like oh u started therapy? why arent u already performing like a mentally healthy person?? this is what i suffered from when i first started my therapy. but my aunts main issue isnt her ocd. the ocd is par for the course—the main problem is that my cousin never helps around the house.

we knew this, since we have been together forever, that my cousin never works. she complains a lot, even snaps if u ask her to do two things at once (even if its like hey check the kettle and btw put this glass in the sink as well). and my aunt has zero tolerance for her attitude, which leads to her doing the chore herself and well this kind of encourages my cousin to get away from the chores by complaining. she was like this ever since we were KIDS. she'd play with us and make a mess, but when we were supposed to clean everything shed either not do a thing (saying "i dont know how to" even to simple things like put the thing in the basket) or shed just. vanish. whenever we ate lunch or dinner, shed immediately go to the bathroom, and come out after everything was cleaned and washed. and before u say there might be sth else, it really wasnt. she even admitted to it later. she just didnt want to do a single shit. and well, now that shes older, its getting kind of upsetting. whenever she's alone at home she does NOTHING. and when my aunt comes back from her trip SHES the one who has to clean after my cousin, even tho she has just arrived home. this is why no matter how much she asks us to go stay with her when shes alone, we never go. bc we dont want to clean after her. or when she comes over to our house she just. barely does a thing.

this is taking a huge mental and physical toll on my aunt, bc shes physically disabled (severe migraines caused by a bubble in her head, and recently due to her bad workplace her right hand and arm are also not doing well), and even tho she kind of brought this on herself (but indirectly encouraging my cousins behavior), its still really upsetting. whenever we go to their house, my sister and i try to shoulder a part of chores, bc 1) our aunt shouldn't have to do everything by herself and 2) we were taught to help. my parents never had any tolerance for us slacking off.

cut to last week when we went to their house, and it was a huge war zone. my aunt kept shouting at my cousin for things that werent her fault (like her asking for approval or complaining about sth someone did), and on the other hand my cousin kept dodging the chores, and when my aunt asked her to do ONE thing she kept snapping at her and complaining like it was a huge deal (it really wasnt. example: my aunt asked her to put her clothes which she had already folded and put on her bed away. my cousin snapped at her that she would do it and she should get off her back and then kept complaining that her folded clothes arent bothering anyone and she shouldnt be forced to put them away. this is not an exaggeration.) i also realized that part of the problem with their relationship was how my cousin kept complaining about everything to my aunt, which makes my aunt go insane bc she needs a break from the negativity, but my cousin is very clingy and would call her multiple times a day just to bitch about sth. and hey, i also bitch about things to my mother, but i dont call her that much when shes/im away, and also i try to balance it with good fun stories. i know my cousin isnt like having a very bad life, she just likes to complain about everything. but this, coupled with her insistent need for approval, and her clinginess, makes for a bad recipe.

so, when i finally had a private moment with my cousin, i told her that she needs to do chores, and this would do wonders to the current tension! i said this very gently and very quickly bc i didnt want my aunt to overhear us, and my cousin started crying and nodding and said she would try. this made me feel a bit calmer about the whole situation, until the next fucking day when my grandparents came to my aunts house and my cousin, u guessed, did nothing to help my aunt. at one point my sister found her kissing her cat instead of setting the table, and it made us both extremely mad.

i think that gently talking with her wont do good, bc she'd probably do the same thing again. i feel like i need to be more stern and a little bit harsher to hammer the point home, bc apparently she doesnt understand anything unless its shouted at her. im not gonna shame her or anything, im just gonna say that she needs to a) continue her therapy (which she has dropped for 5 months) b) take her pills regularly (which she doesnt) c) enforce a clear boundary between herself and her mother no matter how close they and d) do the chores. if she doesnt do these stuff, then she wont be able to get any sympathy from me, and my sister. also cant complain about it anymore if she's not going to do any fucking thing to improve her situation.

so, wibta?

What are these acronyms?

[the-himawari]

A3! Fushimi Omi - Translation [N] MY WORST WEDDING

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Juza: …

Omi: …Hm? What are you doing there, Juza?

Juza: Omi-san. You’re home. Welcome back.

Omi: Yeah. I’m home.

Juza: I’m… thinkin’ about my date plan right now.

Omi: Right, we’re supposed to come up with a date plan for our role study. It’s great that you’re giving it some serious thought. Have you solidified what you’re going to do?

Juza: Actually… Yuki happened to pass by when I was stuck earlier. He couldn’t leave me be and gave me some advice.

Omi: Oh, I see.

Juza: I think it’d be nice to go on a sweets tour, so I have that written down for now. If it’s a popular shop with a line up, then I’d have to think about what to talk about as we wait. That’s why… Yuki suggested I should go to a store that only those in know, know about.

Omi: Is that right? Yuki’s advice is accurate, as expected.

Juza: Have you already come up with your plan, Omi-san?

Omi: No. I’ve been busy with work, so I was planning on thinking about it now.

Juza: I see. I’m lookin’ forward to hearing about your plan too.

-pause-

Omi: (That’s what I said… but it’s pretty hard to decide when I actually started planning it.) (An amusement park, an aquarium… they’re cliché, but that’s all I’ve got.)

Kazunari: Hm? What’s up, Omimi~?

Citron: Are you troubled over something?

Omi: Oh. Kazunari, Citron, and Tasuku-san.

Tasuku: It looked like you were deep in thought…

Kazunari: We’re here for you if you wanna talk about it!

Citron: We’ll solve it in a flash!

Omi: Haha, thanks. The thing is…

-pause-

Tasuku: A date plan for your role study, huh?

Kazunari: Ooh, so that’s it~?

Citron: In that case, leave it to us! We’ll brainstorm some ideas!

Kazunari: So like, what comes to mind when you hear the word date?

Omi: Let me think. I guess it’d be something like an amusement park or aquarium.

Kazunari: For sure. Those kinds of cliché dates are a classic! But it’s also important to add your own flair to it!

Citron: Yes! A date that screams Omi would be good.

Omi: (They have a point. Juza’s sweets tour sounded a plan that Juza would come up with.)

Kazunari: When you think of Omimi, wouldn’t it be going on a motorcycle ride? I’m sure it’d feel awesome cruising by the oceanside!

Tasuku: Maybe you can make some stops along the way.

Omi: I see… that sounds good. Alright. I’ll try to think in that direction.

Kazunari: And you should research lunch places. We’re always making food tour maps, so we gotta show off our research skills here!

Omi: Haha, that’s true. I think it would be fun to go to a store that we’re interested in together.

Kazunari: Exactly. It’ll be lit!

Citron: A motorcycle ride…

Kazunari: Do you have your own nice idea, Ronron?

Citron: If you’re going on a motorcycle ride, then what about a chicken race on a cliff!?

Tasuku: What?

Omi: Pardon?

Kazunari: Oh my God! That sounds just like a movie! Your heart would be racing for a different reason! But hey! Maybe you can get even closer by feeling that excitement together!?

Citron: That’s right! Your relationship will deepen by overcoming it together!

Omi: Um… that’s a nice idea and all, but I think that might be too thrilling. Let’s come up with something a little more regular.

Citron: Oh, that’s too bad… In that case, let’s test it out next time! I’d like you to bring me along with you!

Omi: Ahaha… I’ll consider it.

Tasuku: …That’s obviously unreasonable, isn’t it?

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