#we’re not listening to you rant babes

[biancadoes1]

Through the last year, we have heard both from Luke and Nicola’s mouth’s that there was a connection and chemistry from when they first met. Luke even admitted that he has a terrible memory, but can recite exactly how he and Nic met and how she made him feel. Nic has stated multiple times she doesn’t have a relationship with anyone in her life like she does with Luke. They both really struggle to DTR (define the relationship). Whether this is intentionally sneaky or they simply don’t know how to express how deep their relationship is, it’s clearly a special bond that they share.

With that being said, the past 6 months have been filled with what many of us would call “Easter eggs” or even “coincidences” per se. However, I’ve always seen these little moments as a part of the Red String Theory.

For anyone who doesn’t know what the Red String Theory is, it is essentially a belief that an invisible red string connects people who are destined to be together. The string will always pull them back together no matter what. Similar to fate and destiny, the red string is a “physical” metaphor to demonstrate that they’re meant to be. No matter how many twists, turns, and others trying to break it, it will stay connected until they end up together.

There are SO MANY moments that people could label coincidences or Easter eggs, but if we want to go deeper - intentional or not - it’s their red string tying them to each other. Also, you can only have so many coincidences before it’s not a coincidence anymore. My rule has always been if it happens twice, it’s a coincidence, now three times, we’re talking more about a pattern or something more than just a happy accident.

Below are moments in my mind that make me see their red string and I feel are not just coincidences:

Nic using “Birds of a Feather” on her Tatcha ad back in September: Now, I totally see where people are coming from saying that this was just a song she liked. For anyone who saw Nic post her Spotify Wrapped, Billie Eilish was on there. It could have been an unintentional song choice, but what links it to Luke is the fact that he referenced that song throughout the tour, specifically in edits he saw of them. Also, the Fashion Awards the other night, this song makes an appearance as it is the song chosen as Nic is walking on stage to present an award. We are now at 3 times this song has been referenced intentionally or unintentionally in regards to Luke and Nic.

The flight/airport pictures: Again, a moment that could be seen as intentional or unintentional. Regardless, Luke never posts anything that is personal, so it can be inferred that it was a work trip, but we really don’t know. Nic posted on a plane that was taken the same day as Luke’s pic, but we never saw them on the same trip. Well, Luke we don’t know where he was, BUT we didn’t see any pictures of him in NYC with Nic. Does that mean he wasn’t there? No. Was this intentional or unintentional? Idk, up to opinion. It was just an unusual post to see from both of them at the same time. That little string loves to yank on them!

The color red: Red baggate is so exhausting (that damn bag A had was not THE red bag). However, that similar shade of red has appeared with both Luke and Nic. With Luke, we see that bag that he left in the story he posted. With Nic, it was her fall color of the season when she was attending Gucci events. Also, she has a red bag that could be THE red bag, but we only saw a glimpse of it. So, now we have something that is physically red connecting them.

The damn audiobook: Okay, Nic, I get it, you are a smart business woman. So, of course a romance book about two actors of a regency show who film intense sex scenes together and then actually fall in love is just all a marketing thing. Right? No. This book fell in Nic’s lap. She could have chosen any book (she has done many audiobooks), but she chose this one. Her fans would’ve listened to it regardless of what the book was about, but this specific book called to her. Why? Why literally read essentially a Lukola fanfiction? What would that actually do for you? Nothing. She was drawn to that book for a reason.

The children: This is really funny to me, but both have been linked to two unknown randos who are significantly younger than them. The speculation, backlash, etc has been very similar for both situations. I think that it’s really funny to think about this red string continuing to run through those kiddos for the plot lol.

These are just a few examples that I thought of on the spot. I know for a fact there are many, many more. It does not matter what may or may not be happening right now, but that red string isn’t going anywhere. Their connection in life is never ending and both have even said that. The way that they mirror each other, repressing chemistry, and the fact they can just look at the other and know exactly what they need is not just some coincidence. Not many people find the one person in life who understands them to their core like that. They did. I know you can have platonic soulmates and they are anything but platonic (I mean, “professional jealousy,” give me a break).

Haters: talk to the wall. Because, frankly, these two are destined for each other. Whether it’s now, tomorrow, or 5 years from now. That red string is THICK with these two and it’s not going anywhere. Believe that.

Haters talking to us:

[queenof-curses]

req: omg no bc imagine ur at a family cookout w ur bf (toji) and it’s like his first time meeting ur family, it’s summer time (sundress szn 🌚), and the dress ur wearing is just doing it for him fr and y’all fuck in the bathroom or smthing 😭

Hi Anon! Let's ignore the fact that I finally finished this request MONTHS later 😅Anyways... Here it is!

Meeting the Family

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: You bring Toji over to meet the family. What happens when his mind can't stop wandering to the fact that you decided to wear the prettiest little sundress that he's ever seen?

Notes: Toji is in his early 40's and reader is meant to be in her mid to late 20's!

Tags: MINORS DNI!!!!! Explicit in all ways, dirty talk, age gap, breeding(?), oral (fem rec.), PinV, unprotected s*x, Daddy K!nk.

Word count: 2.1k (I kind of went crazy with this one)

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He knew what your family truly thought of him.

He could see it- the judgmental eyes masked by a tight smile. Your mothers kind words that were somehow tight lipped… he knew exactly what they thought of him. 

Toji, a man pushing 40- dating you. You, who was so young and full of life. You had dreams and aspirations; Toji had a divorce. He could tell the age gap was going to be a problem as soon as he walked into this family BBQ. 

You however, were completely blind to it. If you knew what was going on, or could read the uncomfortable vibe at the party, he could not tell. And he loved you all the more for that. Toji had decided that if it did not bother you, that he wouldn’t let it show that it bothered him. 

It was the least he could do. After all, the longer he spent at this family outing, the longer he could stare at the little sundress that you decided to wear today. 

God- you were so fucking hot, he thought. The pink and orange patterns on the dress made you look as beautiful as the sunset. It made his mouth water as he eyed the way your tits were pushed up by the bodice of the dress, the straps thin enough to tease the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. 

“What was that babe?” You turned to look at him, currently standing next to you as you both filled your plates with food. 

He coughed to cover, but all it did was earn your suspicious eye. “Nothing babe, food looks good.” was his excuse. 

“Mhmm..” you said before returning to your conversation with a cousin. 

Toji shifted his weight from side to side, pretending to listen to your aunt rant about her latest cruise excursion. He couldn't give less of a shit, and ended up letting his mind wander back to your outfit choice of the night… 

–

About two hours passed, your meals finished long ago and the entire family sat gathered around the bonfire out in the backyard. Dad rock blasted over the speakers, almost loud enough that conversation had to be shouted to one another. Activities were just getting started, and the crowd seemed to be livelier than ever.

“We’re drinkers on this side of the family,” you lean in and tell him. You noticed his hesitation to grab a third beer earlier, knowing deep down that your family would think he was weird if he HADN’T drank. 

His scar stretched across his lips as he smirked down at you. “Oh yeah?” he taunted. “Think I can out drink any of these old geezers?” 

You laugh at this comment, “Babe I hate to break it to you- but YOU are an old geezer.” Your hand finds his chest, patting him over his black shirt. 

Toji scoffs before commenting, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Old? Nah- you wouldn’t let some old geezer bend you over the kitchen table last night while you cried ‘Daddy! Daddy!’ huh?”

“Toji!” You cry out, punching him in the arm. “Anyone could’ve heard you…” 

He chuckles, “Not a chance Sweetheart, look around… everyone is wasted.” 

His comment makes you laugh. It was true- your family wasn’t well off, but they sure knew how to party. 

It was then your mother noticed the two of you laughing, the white wine making her feel confident to approach you. 

“OH HONEY!” she cries, loud enough to wake the neighbors. “Why don’t you give Toji a tour of the house! I’m sure he’ll LOVE seeing your cute little baby pictures…” 

“Mom- please st-”

“I’d love to have a tour!” Toji interrupts, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “I’m sure my girl was just as precious as she is now.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, an action unnoticed by your intoxicated mother. 

“Yeah, yeah- I’ll give him the grand tour…” You take his hand in yours, dragging the much larger man back towards the house as your mother waved you off. 

–

His eyes were glued to your ass as you led him throughout the house. It wasn’t a long tour, but by the time you two made it to the second floor his jaw was practically on the floor. Watching you climb up the stairs in that little sundress had his cock hard and his balls achy. 

At a certain point, Toji accepted defeat at the fact that  he couldn’t wait until the two of you got home. Who knows how long you wanted to stay. Was he really about to risk getting caught by your family? 

One more look at the way your breasts swelled inside the dress determined his answer.

Of fucking course I’m gonna risk it, he thought. 

He waited until the right moment; you were showing him the bedroom you grew up in. Thankfully, he was able to lock the door after you walked in without you noticing. 

“You got a private bathroom in your room? Damn- you sure you aren’t loaded?” He teased you, walking towards the large doorway. 

“It isn’t much Toji,” you tell him, rolling your eyes and following close behind. 

What you didn’t expect is for him to pull you completely into the bathroom, shutting the door and shoving your body against it. He locked your hands behind your back, making you unable to move against him as your face pressed into the cool wood. 

You could feel it there- his hard on rubbing against your behind, his hips slowly hiking up the skirt of your dress inch by inch as he rutted against you. Your chest heaved, the surprising situation turning you on immediately. So what do you do? Well, you decide to taunt the beast…

“What? Couldn’t make it home, Daddy?” You ask as you push your ass against his front, rubbing yourself up and down his clothed shaft. The grin on your face was similar to that of a cat, and it made him want to corrupt you all the more. 

“Don’t even fucking tease me, Sweetheart- I’m harder than a rock and ready to tear that little dress off your tight body.” He groaned into your ear. 

Using his free hand he pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck and immediately bringing his mouth to your heated skin, leaving a trail of love bites towards your ear. He moaned into you, soaking in the scent of bonfire and arousal as he shifted himself behind you even more. 

You couldn’t move your hands, wanting to touch him just as much as he was touching you. 

“Toji I-“ you start, but he was quick to cut you off.

“Shhh sweetheart, let me take care of you.” 

He kept his grip tight on your hands, forcing you in place as he kneeled behind you. “That’s right princess, keep your ass out just like that.” 

Quick to shove the fabric of your dress up, he hikes the hem above your ass and uses your restrained hands to hold it in place. Not waiting any longer, Toji didn’t even admire your panty choice before tearing it down to your knees and sinking his face into your cunt. 

“Oh- god!” You cry out, pushing the softness of your behind further into his face. You could feel the way his tongue worked your folds, spit mixing with your arousal as he shoved himself into your opening.

He removes himself briefly, but only to tell you how delicious you tasted. “You’re my favorite flavor sweetheart.” Before diving back in.

Toji used the thumb of his freehand, quickly finding your little button and softly tapping it as he devoured you whole. The quick licks and twirling of your clit was quickly going to send you over as your back arched into his touch. 

“Daddy- fuuuuuuuuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Do it princess- do it on my fucking face.” He goads you, wanting to taste your sweet release. 

It wasn’t long before his tongue prodded your cunt just right as you cum hard on face, whimpering as he kitten licks the mess you’ve made on yourself. Stars danced across your vision as your orgasm rips through you, blanketing you in bliss as he massages the fat of your ass. 

“Fuuuuuck!” You cry out, attempting to move away from his touch, but his iron grip keeps you in place.

“Ah- that’s my girl, so fucking beautiful…” 

You take in his words as you slump further into the back of the door, your mind spinning as you try to wrap around the fact that your family was just outside the house… 

“Mmm Toji…. Don’t you think we should be more careful- oh!!” 

Your words cut off quickly as you feel the blunt tip of his cock rub your wet folds. In your haze, you hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but as your neck craned to peak back at him- you look back at the monster you created. 

Toji was beyond disheveled… his face was heated and his eyes were feral as his gaze bore into your own. He didn’t even take his pants off all the way, but just pulled out his member that he currently fisted behind you. 

His cock was hard, the tip leaking precum as he ran the head up and down your puffy folds. You knew at that point there was no convincing the man otherwise- he was going to fuck you with reckless abandon.

One whimper slipping from your lips is all it took, as the older man buried himself deep into your cunt in one swift motion. His heavy balls slapped your swollen clit as he set a hard and fast pace. 

You cried out at the intrusion, and Toji was quick to remove his hands from your back and bring one to your mouth. Your muffled cries quickly filled his palm as you screamed at the sheer girth of his length. His other rested on the swell of your hip, squeezing tight and no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips. 

“Fuck princesss- you’re so goddamn pretty in that little fucking dress, it makes me want to fuck you up, put a little baby inside you. Everyone will know- you’re fucking mine.” 

His words were as unhinged as the thrusts of his hips. He cock filled you deliciously, the thickness of him stretching you wide as he slammed into you repeatedly. 

Toji rocked against your body, forcing you to bring your hands up to brace yourself for his movements. 

“Fuck- Daddy, you feel so fucking amazing…” you tell him, only making his groan deep into your ear. 

He was erratic, fucking you as if his life depended on it. Beads of sweat dripped from his temple as he focused on the only thing he could think of: filling you up. 

“Want me to cum in ya, baby? I’ll fill you up real nice- fuck a baby into your sweet cunt.” 

He was filthy; but you’ll damned if that didn’t turn you on more. He grinned as he felt the way your cunt clenched tight at his words. 

“Oh? You like that baby? Then I’ll fuck you up real nice…” He said between thrusts.

“Ohhh, please- yes!” You cried, practically begging him to finish inside. 

The angle of his hips hit just right, your second orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you squeeze the girth of his cock tight. 

“Fuuuuuck- that’s it, such a good girl- milk my cock Princess.” 

You rock your hips against him more, and with one final thrust, Toji buries himself balls deep inside of you. You can practically feel him in your womb as he empties his load into you- the heat of his filling you up deep within, it makes you cry tears of  bliss as he stills inside of you. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay baby- I got you.” He says as he pulls out. “Daddy’s got you…”

Toji was quick to catch your tired body before you collapsed. He brought the two of you to the bathroom floor, shifting you so that he was sitting against the door with your body cradled within his. 

Both of you were sweaty, covered in slick and cum, and currently catching your breaths. You look up at him and lock eyes, both of you sharing a huffed laugh as you process what just happened. 

“I hope they haven't noticed how long we’ve been gone…” he tells you, reaching out to swipe away your smeared mascara with a thumb.

You smile before answering. “Nah… mom was wasted before we even came up here.” 

As if on cue you hear cheers from the yard just beyond the bathroom window. 

“Who wants s’mores?!!!” Your mom screams.

And you both laugh. 

Thank you for reading! All notes/reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated besties!!!

[cindol]

BILLS BILLS BILLS !💸

tw— reader a pretty princess, reader is 26 and ino is 22, ino is rich somehow just by being nanami’s assistant don’t ask me!!,

synopsis— ino is the perfect boy for a girl like y/n.

congrats on 600 naj! @honeybleed . 90’s collab event

y/n’s worst trait was how forgiving she could be, even to the most heinous acts to her, her boyfriend now ex boyfriend took great advantage of that. It was sweet at first, him taking her to restaurants no matter how cheap they were but then it turned bitter sweet. Turning from him asking her for extra cash and even getting the audacity to even steal her credit card and use her car on his own whim. Once the breakup soon happened she had to ask the question, ‘where are all good men?’ This question even was on her mind as she was at the newest popular club with her girls.

When ranting to shoko and utahime on the Group FaceTime they took her to the new Blue Eagel club saying how there was a lot of eye candy at this joint. Y/n sipped the glass of pink Whitney she had as shoko and utahime had their usual Hennessy. Shoko smiled seeing the corners of y/n’s lips turned off.”whole lotta’ eye candy right? Get you outta that bummed out mood?” Y/n couldn’t help but make a chuckle come out her throat.”Mm… whole lot of male eye candy..”looking around the club she could see some now. a small group of tall of six men, there was about one that stuck out to her. She could’ve sworn she could see him staring at her from her small table. She was broken out her stare from how shoko and utahime made tipsy ‘ooo’ sound effects.

She rolled her eyes smiling at the two.”looks like our babe found her some skinny eye candy?” Utahime teased and it made y/n even scoff with a chuckle hidden in.”oh please.. I just got out a sticky ass breakup, what would I look like lusting over another scrawny man?” Shoko and utahime just raised their eyebrows up and down with a cat like smile.”ain’t that your type?” Shoko said in a teasing tone making y/n have a barely visible blush on her cheek.”Oh hush.. go on somewhere if y’all are just gonna tease me.” That was the invite for the two tipsy girls to make their way off to the dance floor.

Just as they left the man came closer to her table and she got a good look of him. He wasn’t very dolled up like the guys he came with. He was sporting just a normal black dress shirt, some grey slacks but had some generic lazy brown hair. He now stood right in front of her with a cheeky smile.”hey, don’t know how my buddies even do this kinda thing but.. saw ya staring at me across the room.” As soon as he said those words he wanted to cringe and turn pink when you rolled your eyes smiling.”room? We’re in a club. Don’t you mean across the dance floor?”

He played it off chuckling and scratching the back of his head.”I’m bad at catch lines what can I say? Can’t knock down a guy for trying.” Y/n liked his wit, she could tell he was obviously just a nervous boy but still very smooth with his comebacks. She took a sip of her pink Whitney.”mhm.. take a seat yes?” He listened to her taking a seat from across her at the small round table. Now that he was taking a close at her she was a gorgeous girl, with a beautiful dark straight haired brunette lace sat on her head perfectly when he looked at her face she had some light makeup on but her lips popped out with them lined and glossed up and even her outfit was pretty, with her wearing a light pink halter top and a pink mini skirt and chunky light pink chunky platform heels that matched her brown skin perfect. Everything about this girl was pretty to him

She noticed how he was zoning out just staring at her and snapped her fingers.”aye, eyes up here sir!” That made him blink and chuckle.”sorry bout that, can’t help but stare at a beautiful girl y’know?” That made her a bit bashful as she smiled at his cheesy lines. He could tell he was winning her over slowly.”instead of this awkward tension let me know something about the girl who was staring me down just from the dance floor.” She made a light chuckle tapping her fingers on the tables surface.”well, I just got out of weird breakup last night and now I’m here. That’s a small fact.” Ino could control the small damn he let out at that.”Ah shit, sorry that’s just a big bombshell.” She giggled at his reaction.”No no, my ex boyfriend was a bit of dick anyways.. He was always borrowing my car, money and nearly maxing my card out.”

That made ino’s brows raise.”what a way to treat a girl you love huh?” She hummed in response.”what can ya do though? Not much good boys in this town really..” Ino made a huff sound at that, the next thing he said he couldn’t even control out his mouth.”I would never do that to you.” It made y/n giggle to have a boy she barely even knew say this just 9 minutes into the conversation.”you barely know me boy, and yet you think you know what’s best for me hm?” She jokes a little which takes ino aback, everything she said made him fluster and think about the stupid words he said. He attempted to play off his words, still showing his boyish charm and overall confidence despite his blushing.”well I don’t know you well enough since I just met you well about some minutes ago but with how you stared at me across that floor and your body language maybe we can figure something out y’know?”

Before she could make another witty comment he continued.”You may look like you have more experience and a more rich taste but trust me, I could be that man for you. I could do the bill paying, the nice spa treatment and resorts. Just give me one chance.” That made y/n’s legs clench a bit, she still had some excuse up her sleeve.”you don’t even know my name.”

“Takuma ino, what’s yours?” He said it so quickly like he wasn’t taking no for a answer or any excuse. Y/n gave in seeing how determined this boy was.”l/n y/n.”

🎀 ᘏᘏ 🎀

In the 6 months y/n had gotten to know ino he kept his promise and word about treating her right. He definitely paid her bills and treated her to the best restaurants and clubs. It amazed her how he could just have this much money from being a assistant apparently. Throughout these months she started to date ino he showed a lot of chivalry for his age, there were some instances where his romance showed out.

He was very serious about paying her bills and expenses like she thought. Truthfully she thought it would just be some fun little three months she would be dating him till she was 4 months in and saw the effect. Even knowing how financially stable ino was she still hesitated asking him to pay for things, it was just her mentality when growing up poor. Ino had this mentality himself when he was younger, that’s how he picked her up on her habbit of always turning lights off and yelling at him across the room to make sure to turn the bathroom light off once he’s done in her bathroom, she even did this in his house without noticing.

When she was scolding him once again about turning the shower water and lights off more often he just hushed her with a finger on her lips.”babe babe, I can take care of all that dumb bill shit.” It stunned her a bit how he hushed her and he chuckled noticing.”I’m your rich new boyfriend did you forget?”

Another instance was him amazing her when taking her to a fresh new restaurant. It was foreign to her a little, as she looked at the fancy menu and the other customers around she felt a bit out of place even in the mini pink dress she had on. Ino could feel how uncomfortable she was, he had gone through the same feelings she did. Across the small table he put his hand on hers rubbing the back of her hand.”hey, enjoy yourself y’know? You deserve the best treatment. Can’t let ya leave out before you try the oxtails this place has.”

Ino was definitely trying to get her comfortable in his lifestyle and it was working slowly. Y/n didn’t even notice how she was wearing more tennis girl wear and going to a country club with him to meet some of his colleagues and friends.

He was showing he could be the boy to pay her bills and everything and more, before she even knew it.

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Office Secrets

Luke Cooper x f!reader

TW: smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering… lmk if there’s anything else lol

Word count: 1526

Friendly note, I wrote this all in one day so it’s probably not the best but I’ve been so obsessed w Evan lately I just needed to write lol Enjoy!!!

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“So, who wants to bet the two newbies are doing it?” Meredith says as she puts coins into one of the vending machines.

“They so are,” Kevin says. “Have you seen the way they look at each other it’s like- Pam and Jim.”

“Hey!”

Angela shakes her head. “You people are disgusting… but I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve seen them flirting on multiple occasions.”

“This is all circumstantial, it doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together,” Oscar argues.

“I would bet they are,” Phillas says with a laugh. “I mean I remember how fun it was being all secret with Bob, it’s so thrilling.”

Pam glances at you in the annex, Luke’s leaning back on your desk, smiling as you two talk. She looks back to the group and shrugs. “It’s possible they are.”

~~~

“Hey y/n, do you think you could make some copies for me?” Pam asks as you’re walking by.

“Yeah of course, double or single sided?” You reply with a smile.

“Double please.” She hands you the original.

You walk to the copier, but as you’re about to open it, Luke slips in front of you.

“Luke I was about to make copies,” you say, annoyed.

“So do I, you aren’t the only person in the office who needs to get stuff done,” he laughs.

“Since when have you ever had things to get done? You’re the laziest person here.”

“That’s hostile,” he replies, turning around to give you a smirk. “I might have to report you to HR.”

“Just please hurry up,” you mumble.

“Anything for you babe.” He winks.

You turn to the camera and stare, almost at your limit with this boy.

~~~

“I just don’t understand men sometimes it’s like, he’s so different when we’re alone yet in public he wants to be the biggest ass ever,” you rant to the camera, you’re in the hallway near the elevator where no one will hear you. “Sometimes I just want to knee him in the balls and get on with my day.”

“If he’s so annoying why do you sleep with him?”

You frown. “He’s really good at that stuff, most assholes are honestly.”

~~~

You’re at the vending machine getting a snack when you feel arms snake around your waist. You quickly turn around and push him away.

“Luke stop it we can’t be doing this here,” you whisper.

He looks out the windows then back at you. “Nobody’s around, come on just one kiss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night baby.”

You and Luke were hired about three weeks ago now, both just interns to help out with the little things around the office. At first you thought Luke was an idiot slack off, but after a week of him constantly flirting with you, you decided he wasn’t that bad of a guy and of course he’s gorgeous. And, after one night where he gave you a ride home this simple work crush turned into casual sex.

You made Luke promise to keep it a secret, you didn’t want anyone at the office to think your personal life would interfere with you doing your job. So, far you don’t think anyone has figured it out, and your glad.

“Don’t talk like that here,” you say, giving him a slight glare. “We made a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious Luke, imagine if Michael found out. He’d make it a whole thing.”

“It probably already is a thing, Jim and Pams was.”

You scoff at him. “Okay, that doesn’t mean this has to be.”

“Whatever,” he says as he begins to walk away. “See you later.”

You give an annoyed look to the camera and shake your head before returning to your previous activity.

~~~

“Listen, y/n is a good girl I guess, I just wish she’d stop acting like the office finding out about our thing is the worst possibility imaginable,” Luke tells the crew outside the break room.

“What do you think would happen if they found out?”

“I don’t know, they’d give us weird looks. It doesn’t really matter it’s not like me and her are gonna be working here forever. At least I know I’m not, not sure what her life plans are.”

~~~

You stare at the clock and sigh, still a whole nother hour left at the office. This whole day has been terrible, mostly due to Luke. You don’t understand why he’s acting so annoying today. Usually he’s decent toward you, probably because of what he wants from you the second work ends. You turn back to your desk and start to organize papers, deciding Luke isn’t important.

A few have passed when Luke appears beside you. He leans back on your desk, one of his hands gripping the edge. You try to ignore him, keeping your attention on the stack of paper you’ve been messing with. Luke doesn’t let you ignore him forever though.

“Can you come with me somewhere where we can speak privately… away from the cameras.”

You look up at him. Is this it? Is he really going to break it off at work? You can’t believe it. You want to give him a piece of your mind, so you slightly nod and get up, following him out of the annex and down the hall to one of the stock rooms. You’re ready to start giving it to him but before you can he smashes his lips on yours.

At first, you’re caught off guard, he’s never kissed you at work before. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back however. He backs you up till the back of your legs hit a spare desk. You let him guide you onto it, your kiss turning into something more.

He bites down on your lip, his hands roaming up and down the sides of your body. You have to admit, you’d been craving this too. Even though you saw each other last night. Luke was the best you’d ever had, how were you supposed to not want him again? Even though he’s been annoying you all day you can’t help but melt into the palm of his hand, he’s just so damn attractive.

“Luke, we can’t do this at work,” you whisper, the sensible part of you taking over.

“Nobody will know, come on baby, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I need you,” he replies.

Your stomach fills with butterflies at his words. He knows exactly how to persuade you. You fall back on the desk as he kisses down your neck, Your legs wrap around his waist, he makes you feel so good. He brings his lips back up to yours as one of his hands starts to slip up your skirt and under your panties.

He starts to rub small circles on your clit; you to moan into his mouth. He smirks against your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, you love the feeling of his body against yours. It’s the best you’ve ever felt.

“You’re already so wet baby,” he mumbles on your lips.

“Luke,” you moan.

“Do you want it baby?”

You nod, moving one of your hands down to rub the bulge in his pants. He grins at you and removes his fingers, beginning to undo his belt and fly. In seconds you feel his tip brushing against your entrance. He leans back over you as he begins to slowly thrust inside of you. You bite down on your lip and close your eyes, the familiar feeling of him filling you taking over.

You throw your head back as he starts fucking you. The sound of the desk hitting the wall doesn’t even register in your head. You’re too engulfed in how good Luke’s dick feels inside you, hitting that special spot that makes your legs shake. His head rests in the crook of your neck, he’s moaning and whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to you. It’s all too good to be true.

Eventually though, you feel that tightening in your stomach, your orgasm approching. Luke must realize this because he doesn’t stop his violent thrusts for even a second. You hold on to him tightly, biting down on his clothed shoulder as you finally cum. He finishes with you, pushing himself so far inside you he’s hitting your cervix.

He lays on you for a few seconds before pulling himself up enough to look down at you. His chest is still heaving as he speaks in a soft voice, “I really like you y/n.”

“I really like you too Luke,” you say with a weak smile.

Both of you get yourselves decent fast, you’ve been away for at least fifteen minutes by now. You give Luke one last kiss before exiting the small room alone, he promised to wait a minute or too before following.

As you sit at your desk and resume your previous activities, Luke walks by you, sending a quick wink before disappearing into the main office. You give a small stare into one of the cameras, your face turning bright red. This was only the beginning.

[acehoons]

dating the zerobaseone boys . . ?!

☆! ot8 x gn!reader. fluff. not requested.

a/n: i didn’t include yujin bc i’m not comfortable in writing about him in a romantic way, since we have quite an age gap. hope u guys understand.

% . . kim jiwoong

this guy’s the most protective boyfriend to exist ever

is big on physical touch as a love language

always have to have his hands on you

on your waist, holding your hand, even gripping your thigh sometimes??? this man istg

more under the cut.

loves taking you out in dates

is a big restaurant man

i feel like jiwoong likes “traditional” dating

like taking you out for dinner, paying for your meal, walking you back home

i mean you deserve the best treatment so

he’s also big on surprises

if he gave matthew a bouquet on his birthday, imagine what he would give YOU, his s/o

likes to listen to you talk

let’s you ramble about your day for hours

he doesn’t really mind it, even if you think you’re annoying him with your rants

his favorite past time is to listen to you so

can read you like a book as well

takes him 0.1 seconds to know if and when you’re upset

would always try to calm you down by holding you in his arms

hates seeing you cry too

he sees one tear fall from those pretty eyes and he’s already on his way to soothe you

“what’s wrong, are you okay? please don’t cry.”

overall he’s a big softie for ya

% . . zhang hao

zhanghao’s definitely the type of bf that just loves to annoy you

teases you to no end

he just loves to elicit reactions from u, i feel like

but really, he’s incredibly caring

won’t hesitate to pamper you at any given time

he even calls you his prince(ss)

especially when you get sick

boy!! this man is never gonna leave your side when you’re ill

always tries to make time for you as well

even if he’s super busy, he’ll clear his schedule somewhat

even if it’s just for 20 minutes

is big on updating you throughout the day

you’d receive texts from time to time, just zhanghao telling you about his day

“we’re on our way to the company” “gyuvin fell on the stairs and landed on his butt lol” “dw he’s fine”

calls you at the randomest hours of the day to check up on you

likes to make sure you both are aware of eo every day

because he’s afraid of you drifting apart

his favorite dates are the spontaneous ones

like eating in a diner at one random night or going out for a convenience store run at 2 am

will always be there for you

doesn’t matter what you need

a hug? a new bag? 15 million won? someone to help you hide the body?

he’s there to provide

% . . sung hanbin

hanbin is a bf and a mother combined into one

is never not coddling you

always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

and if you aren’t, he will >:(((

big on words of affirmation!!

but i feel like he’s the type to try and hit all of the love languages as much as he can

but yours (and by proxy, his) favorite is words of affirmation

bc he never fails to praise you and tell you how proud he is of you

the first time he said reassured you, you cried like a baby

and he cradled you like one, too

is there to comfort you at the speed of lightning

whenever you tell him that you aren’t feeling well, his priority is to ensure that you feel better asap

makes sure that you’re prioritizing your health over everything

sends photos at random times of the day

“babe we’re in busan! wish u were with us rn :(“

the two of you aren’t big on going out

so date nights would be spent with just the two of you cuddling on the couch and watching a movie

although you end up falling asleep halfway through

he secretly loves it

takes photos of you when you’re asleep and sets it as his lockscreen

tries his best to make homecooked meals for you

but if not he’ll just end up ordering takeout for you

he just wants to make sure that you are always happy, healthy and fed

% . . seok matthew

now this man is the definition of a golden retriever bf

is the happiest when you guys are together

loves to take you out on dates!!

library and park dates are his favorites

just anything involving the two of you walking around together

is also a clingy baby

is immediately sad when you guys separate

spends most of his days thinking about what the two of you could do together

likes to listen to music with you

makes you lots of playlists to listen to

is also the type to facetime you for a period of time

when you’d be studying and he’d be practicing his vocals

likes to ask you for advice as well

he thinks you’re one of the smartest people he knows so, it makes sense

is fond of sending you photos of things he sees that reminds him of you

“babe look! this goat looks just like u ㅋㅋ“

teases you sometimes, but not as much

is also big on cuddling

boy if you guys sleep together.. good luck

expect this man to cling on to you so much

he’d almost be laying on top of you

likes to bury his face in your neck

this might sound weird, but he loves your scent so much

not your perfume, but your natural scent

it reminds him of home, almost

because at the end of the day, he always comes home to you

% . . kim taerae

another sunshine boyfriend

he’s just always so smiley when you’re around

likes to take buy you flowers and chocolates

you’d put one of the flowers behind your ear and he’d take a photo

later you’d see it as his lockscreen on literally every gadget that he has

likes singing to you

but also likes to hear you sing

even if you think that you aren’t good, he just likes your voice

sends you snippets of him singing whenever he can

is big on quality time and acts of service i think

whenever you go out on dates, expect this man to do everything for you

even if it’s just to tie your shoe or to ask for a napkin in a restaurant

you are a prince(ss) to him. period

likes playing with your fingers whenever you hold hands

he does it a lot, especially whenever he’s nervous

like before a performance

having your hand in his calms him down a lot

can also be a little protective of you

he’s okay with you wearing anything you want when you go out,

but expect him to wrap his arms around your waist whenever he notices someone staring at you outside

incredibly whiny when you won’t give him what he wants

“babyyyy, i need one more kiss, c’mon!”

i mean, who can resist this man???

% . . shen quanrui

make way for our young and rich tall and handsome charisma boss baby

this man is going to SPOIL you rotten

obvi buying you material things isn’t an issue

he’ll get you the most expensive things even when you complain

you need a new bag? he’ll get a louis vuitton. you need some clothes? there’s a chanel store near his place. you want some food? expect some gourmet takeout

he just wants to provide you the things you deserve, even if they are expensive

but ricky doesn’t just spoil you with material objects

he’s big on assurance as well

always making sure that the two of you don’t end up in any disagreements and misunderstandings

the thought of you worrying about him worries him

always asks your opinion on things, too

about his clothes, his singing, dancing, etc.

sometimes he uses that as a way to get you things

he’s send you a photo of a necklace one day and ask,

“baby, what do you think of this necklace?”

you’d say it’s pretty and boom, next day he’s bought it for you

if he’s big on giving you expensive gifts, he’s big on receiving handmade ones from you

he loves everything you make for him

handwritten letters, crotched stuff animals, everything

he keeps all of them in a box in his closet

and if you ever buy him any piece of clothing or jewelry

expect him to always be wearing it

because in a way, it makes him feel like he’s carrying you with him wherever he goes

% . . kim gyuvin

boy.. good luck

you just got yourself a bf and a baby all in one

i’m jk, but we all know gyuvin’s a (literal) giant baby

likes to be coddled by you most especially

acts just like a little kid when he’s with you

but that’s only because he feels comfortable being with you

loves to watch movies with you!

at home or at the cinema, doesn’t matter

buys you lots of snacks. like. tons

it’s his love language; to feed you

likes to go to fun little events with you, like music festivals or fiestas

this boy has a social battery as big as a truck, so prepare yourself

introduces you to his friends a lot

and invites you to their hang outs

you end up being a part of their friend group, almost

and everyone loves you because you take really good care of gyuvin

although you make sure not to mother him too much, sometimes you just can't help it

you end up buying him things he needs or calling him at noon to make sure he's eaten his lunch

in compensation, gyuvin likes to make sure that you are always happy

would be the type to say a random joke or to even embarrass himself in public just to see you smile

"babe, babe, what do you call a fake noodle? an im-pasta!!"

it gives you a headache sometimes but you genuinely love it about gyuvin

how he always prioritizes your happiness,

sometimes even above his own

% . . park gunwook

another giant baby, oh boy

but unlike gyuvin, gunwook doesn't require much care actually

you just give him few hugs and cuddles and he's good to go

requires a lot of attention from you. like. all the time

if you guys are separated expect to receive dozens of messages and facetime requests from this man

always wants to talk to you during his breaks or whenever he isn't busy

and he always has a story to tell you

he's a little clueless when it comes to dating, given how young he is

so most of your dates just end with either the two of you hanging out at home

or just a simple late night walk around town together

however, he does like shopping with you

he's not as "giving" as ricky, but he's definitely one to buy you a few expensive pieces here and there

especially if he sees a pretty bracelet or a nice pair of earrings

loves to surprise you with them

he's big on physical touch as a reward

it's his motivation

"ok so if i finish my chores i can cuddle with you? alright, got it"

boom he's washed the dishes and mopped the floor and cleaned his desk table all in under 20 minutes

physically relaxes whenever he's with you

like he'd be tense whenever he's out in public, always wary of everything he says and does

but when he's with you, it's like all of his worries wash away

he loves you so much

to him, you are his comfort

acehoons © 2023

[thenickgirl]

TERRIBLE TWOS

dad!nick x male!reader

summary: in which you and your husband, Nick, try to handle your daughter, Aliyah’s, tired behavior.

genre: fluff ✩ pov: second person ✩ word count: 1.4k

warnings: none?

a/n: uhh i know i said i wasn’t writing another fic, but i’m a liar so, jokes on you actually. i came up with this in the shower and just couldn’t pass it up. it was meant to be a little blurb, but gang wanted more so. the ending is awkward sorry, i still don’t quite know what i’m doing. anyways, happy reading! ❤️‍🔥

Life as new parents isn’t always the easiest, but you two have handled things fairly well. The past two years with your daughter, Aliyah, have been amazing.

Nick is able to work on his business remotely, so he mostly stayed home with her, while you went in to work everyday. He was an outstanding father, and Aliyah absolutely adored him, they were so close. She loved you just as much of course, and on the weekends she loved having you both home to cuddle and play with.

She had grown used to your daily routine, however, today was going to be different, because Nick had meetings lined up that he had to be in the office for, so you took off in order to stay home with her. It wasn’t the first time you had been alone with your daughter obviously, but it had been a while. Still, you were eager to spend some one on one time with your sweet girl.

You had heard horror stories of people complaining about their toddlers' behavior, but you always chalked it up to them either over exaggerating or just being bad parents. That was until today, when your own toddler decided she wanted to switch things up.

—

“BABE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??” you shout as your husband, Nick, walks in the door, his hands full of bags you assumed to be groceries.

“I know, I’m sorry our last meeting ran way over, and I knew we needed some things for dinner so I decided to stop by the store on the way home.” He explains as he walks into the kitchen, placing the bags onto the island.

“We might not even make it to dinner!” you shout, and Nick looks over at you confused, his eyes narrowing.

“Babe, what are you talking about?” he chuckles, as he puts the food away, clearly not understanding the severity of the situation.

“Aliyah, your daughter, didn’t go down for her nap today.” you say to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why is she only my daughter when she doesn’t take a nap?” he responds, mimicking your gesture.

“That’s because she acts just like you when she doesn’t. She’s extremely cranky. She wouldn’t stop crying. She’s been throwing fits every 15 minutes. SHE ACTUALLY THREW AT BLOCK AT ME!” you yell recounting the event.

Nick bites back a laugh before the realization hits him, “Ohh no,” he whispers.

“Exactly! I swear, this is the worst it’s ever been,” you sigh, placing your head in your hands.

“No!” Nick utters, pulling your hands away from your face.

“Listen, we are not going to be defeated by a 2 year old, okay? This is our house, and we’re in charge.” he says hastily as you nod along to his rant.

“Yeah, we’re the adults here!” you agree.

“Say it!” he demands.

“This is our house, and we’re in charge!” you shout.

“RIGHT! So where is she?” he asks, walking out of the kitchen into the hallway.

“She’s sitting in her playroom room, I turned on Gracie’s Corner. This is the longest that she’s been content all day. I don’t see how you do this, I almost started crying with her.” you say before following behind your husband, and he chuckles at your statement before turning to face you.

“You’re doing great, it gets better, I promise,” he praises as he holds your face in his hands, kissing your forehead sweetly, and you smile up at him.

“Well, did you at least put the Gracie video on loop?” he asks, turning away to walk down the hall towards the playroom, with you not far behind.

“Loop? What loop? What are you talking about?” you ask confusedly, and Nick stops in his tracks, causing you to run into him.

He turns around sharply to face you, his eyes widening. “You didn’t loop it? Babe, you have to loop it because once it goes off she-“

“DADDYYYYYY!” you hear your daughter’s cries from down the hall, and sigh deeply. As you and your husband rush to her, you were stopped in your tracks by her meeting you halfway, her ocean blue eyes welling with tears.

You both kneel down to her level, and Nick wipes away her tears with his thumb, his demeanor softening the second he sees his little girl.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” he asks softly.

“Daddy, Gwacie went off, I wanna watch Gwacie! I wanna watch Gwacie! I wanna watch Gwacie!” she chants, stomping her tiny feet. You and Nick just sit there, watching your daughter absolutely lose it.

“Liyah Jade, c’mon now. Gracie isn’t going anywhere, we can always restart it, you’re fine. Just calm down, honey,” he reassures her.

“Okay, can I have a cookie pwease daddy?” she says pouting.

“Sure, let's go get you a cookie,” he smiles at her sweetly.

“Nicolas!” you utter in disbelief.

“Why don’t you go pick out the cookie you want okay? I’ll be there in a second,” he says to his baby girl as she skips away down the hall. He turns to look at you, shrugging.

“Cookies before dinner, really?” you say, your eyes narrowing at him.

“I know, but she was pouting, and c’mon she’s so cute!” he says defeated.

“What happened to ‘this is our house and we’re in charge’?” you say chuckling, and he pauses.

“Doesn’t really sound like something I would say,” he smirks as he walks into the kitchen with Aliyah, shaking your head at the way she had him wrapped around her little finger.

—

Once back in the playroom, after having cookies and watching Gracie together as a family for what felt like the hundredth time, you noticed that it was getting close to dinner time. You leave the two to continue watching more videos while you go and cook. You decide to prepare something quick and easy. After spending all afternoon with a grumpy toddler, you couldn’t be bothered to make anything more elaborate.

As you were finishing whipping up dinner, you could hear Nick and Aliyah in the other room bickering, and you couldn’t help listening. His ability to straight up argue with a toddler never ceased to amuse you.

“But honey, when you make a mess you have to clean it up. Look, we can even make it fun. I can turn on some music and-”

“No, daddy! I can’t want to!”

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew your husband was rolling his eyes.

Once dinner is ready, you call for them to come and eat. To your surprise dinner goes smoothly. Usually, Aliyah complains about eating her vegetables, saying ‘I can’t want that! It’s gwoss’, but tonight she ate them willingly. Maybe her missing a nap wasn't so bad after all, you thought to yourself.

You glance over and see your daughter yawn for the third time, and you and Nick give each other a knowing look. The ‘no naps’ campaign she had been running was finally taking a toll on her.

—

After dinner, you started getting ready for bed. You gave Aliyah a bath, brushed her teeth, and got her ready for bed. Nick came in soon after to read her favorite story. She cuddled up next to him, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. You watched from the door frame as the story ended, and your toddler now sound asleep in your husband's arms.

“Soo, have we defeated Bowser yet, or no?” you say teasingly.

“Shh! Don’t call her that!” Nick says as he throws a plushie from her bed at you.

You jump out of the way so that it misses you, “I’m kidding! She is cute though, especially when she’s sleeping,” you say looking down at her tiny frame, smiling.

“Amen to that, a lot quieter too.” You both chuckle and Nick gets up out of her bed, careful not to wake the little sleeping beauty, before tucking her in, and you each kiss her goodnight.

You tip top quietly out of her room, closing the door gently, and you both let out a sigh of relief. You head towards your bedroom which is only a couple doors down, and start getting ready for bed yourselves, the two of you feeling pretty worn out.

After showering and slipping on pajamas, you both plop down into your bed on your respective sides, settling under the covers.

“Today went completely different from what I expected,” you confess as you cuddle into your husband's side. He laughs as he wraps his arm around you, rubbing your back softly.

“I probably should’ve given you a heads up about that. She is a menace when she’s tired,” he sighs deeply.

“Yep, sounds familiar,” you tease and he pinches your side.

“Heyyy! I’m not that bad, and I will just go to sleep if I’m tired, not start a whole ass riot,” he says in defense and you both laugh.

After a while, a comfortable silence grows between you and before long you both drift off to sleep.

—

✎ signed,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩

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[princessbrunette]

imagine jayj's panic rambling about some stupid lead john b wants to chase next, pacing the floors n practically given you a headache cos he literally hasn't breathed in the last five minutes so you just drop to your knees in front of him to get him quiet - 🍓

🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧

you could never quite follow with all the pogue adventure stuff. it was alot, and each day brought new details and side quests and it was difficult to keep up with. you knew that if it was a lot for you, it had to be a lot on your boyfriend jj — which became more and more clear as he paced your girly bedroom, repeatedly yanking his hat off to run a stressed hand through his hair.

“and you know me i don’t like to wait — we’re wastin’ valuable precious time that could be spent walkin’ right in there, sticking a gun in their mouth n’ waiting for them to squawk, but no — nah of course john b wants to do the freakin’ logical thing and regroup tomorrow. tomorrow, babe— these dudes are gonna be half way across the ocean by tomorrow, bon appetit— never to be seen again!”

“do you mean bon voyage?” you furrow your eyebrows, swinging your legs as you listen along, sat on your vanity watching the blonde pace your room. he’d only been in your house for a matter of ten minutes, and you weren’t sure he’d taken a second to breathe since he had arrived — ranting furiously about the day of pogue drama and adventure.

“look— whatever, okay— the point is, no one’s listening to me, n’i get it, right? jj’s the crazy one, jj’s always gettin’ himself into trouble— but you know why that is? it’s because i take action.” he pummels his fist into his hand with emphasis. “i’m not gonna just sit here and let these guys get away with this shit, you know?”

he finally looks at you, like expecting an answer and you take the opportunity— hopping off the vanity to step towards him. “i know it’s frustrating, jayj — but there’s nothing you can do right now. everyone’s safety including yours should be the main priority.” you pout. you know he didn’t wanna be lectured by you on being safe, especially not right now but you couldn’t help offer your opinion. plus, as selfish as it sounded you kind of wanted him to drop the whole thing now. it was pointless, really.

“i know — okay? i know. i’m sorry i’m… yeah, i’m just stressed the fuck out. you know how i get. i just kinda find it funny how he— wh… what you doin’ there?” he’s paused in his tracks when you’re suddenly infront of him, nodding intently along with what he’s saying as your fingers pop open the button on his shorts.

you have the audacity to look confused by his question, tilting your head like a sweet lost puppy. “…helping? said you were stressed, jayj?” you furrow your brows, manicured fingers slowly dragging his zipper down before you sink to your knees, looking up at him expectedly.

“you— uh, you were gonna…? right here?” he blinks, his anatomy betraying him as his cock jumps in his pants in muscle memory of you being on your knees. you nod happily, leaning forward with a polite smile, pressing a kiss to his bulge through his pants.

“wanna help.” you muse happily, almost cheerfully and he swallows, taking his hat off for the last time and tossing it onto your bed.

“hey, don’t let me stop you sugar. just… surprised. god damn.” he runs a hand through his hair, the frustration already starting to seep out of his body. you take this as the green light to start massaging his length through the fabric, giggling giddily as you ready him for your mouth.

“just relax now, jj. lemme make it better.”

🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧

[bisexualcage]

Half-Truths | Johnny Cage x GN!Reader (Requested)

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: You and your costar Johnny get stuck in a PR (fake) relationship to promote your new film. It’s a bit fluffy & angsty.

Warnings: No warnings, although some sexual insinuations here and there.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I didn’t proof read a lot so yeah excuse any mistakes

There was a sense of annoyance you got immediately after receiving word that you’d have to participate in a PR relationship with no other than Johnny Cage. He was annoying— egotistical even, and that’s just what you saw when you were on set. So when your management suggested that it’d benefit the film’s promo to start dating you threw a fit. It was enough spending months with him filming, it was another nightmare pretending to like him in real life. Johnny was all over the idea, immediately jumped on board as attention starved as he was.

“So Cage, there’s been some rumors…circling the webs ya know…”

Johnny smirked and crossed his legs on the seat, knowing exactly what was about to come as he shot you a quick glance. “Oh I know, buddy.” He winked your way before looking back at the interviewer in front of you both. You were both promoting your film and in every interview you found yourself slowly going crazy by the same questions.

“Is it true? Are you both a thing?” The interviewer smiled.

“Oh we’re more than a thing. We’re quite…familiar with one another for a few months now.” He smirked, then playfully bumped your shoulder with his as you sported a flushed expression.

The interviewer then looked at you for confirmation making your eyes roll mentally; “That’s…that’s exactly right.” Your smile.

“Oh babe, I love when you’re shy.” Johnny said suddenly, making you go more red against your wishes.

“Wow, you two are sure hitting it off! I’m happy for you both, I bet your fans are ecstatic Cage.” The interviewer chuckled.

“Hell yeah, they love (name), right honey?”

—

“Hey- sweetheart, wait up!” Johnny yelled after you when the interview was over, you felt like your face was 50 shades of red and you hated him for making you feel gooey in front of a camera even though it was not real.

“Don’t.” You turned around suddenly and face him, “You embarrassed me. We were just supposed to confirm we were dating, none of that lovey dovey bullshit you pulled.”

There was a loud silence on his part as you finished ranting, a hurt expression of sorts before he shrugged it off and smirked again. “Come on! We gotta sell it. That’s what our management demands— that’s what the fans demand.” He let his hands drop to his thighs.

You scoffed loudly, “A confirmation was enough!”, you were being immature, hiding what you really felt inside.

Johnny laughed now, “Listen sweetheart, you weren’t exactly selling it in the previous interviews so I had to step it up!”

What’s funny is that he was correct, but you wouldn’t admit it. Not now. Not ever probably.

“Whatever, I’m done for the day.” You rubbed your forehead.

The actor raised an eyebrow at you, “You gonna come to the film festival right? Now there, there is a lot of promo to do there in a few days.” He winked.

You groan, “It’s my job unfortunately so of course I’m going-“

“You know, in all the months that we spent together shooting I’ve never known you to be the relaxed type— you’re constantly uptight. Like a little angry chihuahua. Let loose, this’ll be good for us.” He grinned.

“Good for us?” You raise an eyebrow questionably.

Johnny chuckles, “Yes, us…”

“What do you mean by that? Don’t start actually getting feelings on me now.” You cross your arms, a visible warmth up your neck.

“I know I know, it’s our job. Don’t worry, honey.” He nudges your shoulder.

—

A few days later the film festival came to be, there was actors of all calibers walking around being interviewed and their films being shown on projectors for audiences and critics. There was already a pressure of sorts- professionally and personally. You didn’t consider yourself the best actor in the world but you put your heart in this film— and as much as you hated to admit so did Johnny.

You walk in with professional attire, a carpet on the floor as you walked over it and a bunch of paparazzi started shouting your name and taking pictures. You weren’t used to this, you weren’t Johnny and it made you anxious the more you stood there trying to smile at every direction. Your hands shook slightly and you shoved them in your pockets to hide it.

Suddenly, you hear an uproar of yelling on the other side of the carpet as someone pulled up in a limo and you immediately knew who it was. Johnny, getting out in a dashing suit and tie, his usual shades on his face as he had his hair swayed a bit to the side. A bunch of fans were yelling at him compliments and even inappropriate comments but Johnny lived for that and smiled at them as blew kisses at the fans behind the railings.

“Name! Do you like your boyfriend’s outfit?” A paparazzi yelled as you forgot you were posing on the carpet, you shook your head and gave a simple thumbs up as your fingers kept shaking. You were about to have enough and walk off to the actual event but you felt a hand slide around your waist and pull you back.

“Hey, baby.” Johnny whispered in your ear and winked at you as he held you to his side, his hand softly gripping your waist as the paparazzi went crazy and started flashing their cameras even more. Johnny showed his pearly whites to the cameras all confidently and you looked the opposite, he noticed this as he felt your skin shake under his grip.

“You okay? Come on, let’s go…let’s get you some water.” He slid his hand now to the small on your back and walked your jittery figure out the carpet to the main event.

Inside you were screaming at his unexpected tenderness and for the life of you…you couldn’t figure out if this was part of the PR or not. Regardless, you looked at him with a rare softness. “Thanks…” you said lowly, a warmness on your cheeks.

Johnny chuckles and pats your back now, “If you fainted on the carpet it would been good for the film’s promo.” He said, obviously joking, there was a flash of care under his cocky expression. “Now, where’s that water?” He looked around, a bunch of actors and executives finding their seats for the viewing of your film.

Johnny then grabbed you by the wrist suddenly and dragged you like an excited puppy when he found the bar, “Hey man, give me your best H20 and a whiskey.”

The barman nodded and handed him a water bottle and then handed him his whiskey. Johnny opened the water bottle cap with his mouth, which you found amusing to say the least and then handed it to you; “Drink up, don’t want you pale. I know you ain’t used to these type of huge events like I am.”

“Johnny I’m fine for Christ sake-“ you chug the water, a clear blush on your face.

“Huh oh! Don’t blame a guy for caring you rascal.” He nudges you.

“I’m not saying you can’t…just….” You trail off shyly.

The actor raises an eyebrow, “Just what, sweetness?”

Before you can even formulate a rebuttal the hosts called for all attendees and cast members to get to their seats for the viewing of the film to start. You both found your seats, along with the director of the film and a few other cast members. You were nervous now, critics came from all around to judge and you couldn’t keep your leg from bouncing.

As the lights dimmed and the film started you looked over at a smiley Johnny who has his eyes fixated on the screen— the lights highlighting his face. It was endearing almost, despite his irritating personality sometimes he cared about filmmaking he cared about the craft— he cared about acting. If you counted the amount of times he quizzed you on film trivia back when you were filming on set you’d be a billionaire. He must of noticed your staring because he snapped his head your way and smirked.

“You know, we look good onscreen.” He whispered in your ear.

You chuckle softly, “I hope so. Would hate for a bunch of old men critiquing how bad I look.” You whisper back.

Johnny snorted now, a sparkle in his eyes even though it was pretty dark. Patting your knee briefly and then going back to watch the film. It was as if it was so natural of him to be so touchy with you and you didn’t get it.

As the film comes to an end there was a standing ovation. Rows of people standing up to applaud the film and it made you emotional. Your eyes glassy but you didn’t let any tears fall. Johnny looked over at you and patted your back with a smile, rubbing your back softly. “You’re just as a rockstar as I am.” He mumbled.

“Shut up.” You laugh with a shy smile.

Soon after, there was interviews held. Your whole cast and crew sat in a circle as interviewers asked everyone questions one by one.

“You seem emotional. This is your first time at a film festival right? and you experienced a standing ovation. You were amazing alongside Johnny and you guys had the best chemistry.” An interviewer said your way, the whole cast and crew looking at you, including Johnny who sat next to you.

You chuckle with a blush, “Thank you. Yeah, I was certainly a mess. This is all new for me and I- I really am so grateful for this opportunity.”

The interviewer now turned to Johnny with an excited expression, “Was there an instance on set that made you go…wow, this’ll work. I mean, it was so good you’re both in a relationship now.”

Johnny chuckles, looking over at you briefly; “I guess it was. Although, yeah, there was a moment on set where we were shooting the kissing scene and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why I was shaking like a damn maraca— I’ve kissed so many people. But (name)’s confidence and sternness in getting it done made me more…interested.”

Your face grew warm at his unexpected honesty, even while he said it there was no ounce of cockiness unlike in other interviews. It took you aback to say the least.

“And that’s how it came to be, huh? You were hooked immediately?” The interviewer kept going.

Johnny nods, “Definitely, like a fish to a hook.”

You looked at Johnny with a stunned expression, still not knowing how real he was being about that.

“You look surprised.” The interviewer shot at you.

“Oh- no, I’m just shocked at his information. He…never told me this.” You shifted in your seat as everyone in th room looked your way. “But huh- yeah he never ceases to amaze me.”

There wasn’t much PR work done on both your parts other than being seen in interviews together and some public sightings of you both walking around town, up until the carpet today when he decided to hold your waist. Outside of that everything’s been pure speculation and with Johnny confirming you both “dating” a few days ago, these invading questions were only gonna ramp up in the following weeks. And that was only further proven when the next question smacked your face.

“How’s bedroom time? Is (name) as stern with you in bed as on set?” The interviewer said with a perverted smile.

You didn’t know how to answer when he directed that question at you, everyone in the room slightly gasped and went quiet.

“What?” You whispered at the interviewer, your throat becoming dry.

“I said-“

“Hold your horses. That’s not a very respectful question is it? And most of all none of your damn business.” Johnny’s laid back demeanor was suddenly gone and his jaw clenched slightly. He took his shades off and his brown eyes were staring holes in to him.

“Woah- hold on, I’m just asking questions. I mean, y’all confirmed your relationship recently I’m just scooping a bit-“

“Johnny-“ you tried to intervene.

But Johnny grew colder at the man, “And that gives you the right to be a weirdo?”

Suddenly both of your agents stood up and begged for you both to say your goodbyes and end the interview. Johnny on the other hand wasn’t persuade as easily and ended up asking for the interviewers boss and the company he works for.

“Hey, damn- you sure make a habit of running off!” Johnny ran up behind you as the event came to a close.

You turn around with a stern expression, “Stop…”

“Woah woah woah- what’s wrong?” He whispered, looking around to see if anyone was looking.

You scoff loudly, crossing your arms, “You’re confusing me, you know that?”

Johnny raises an eyebrow, “About?”

“About this whole damn thing. This.” You point and him and yourself. “This damn circus act, it’s gonna drive me insane-“

“Babe, you agreed to this circus act. Come on, you can’t tell me you’re not having a bit fun despite…it’s downs.” He thinks back to the interviewer with a solemn expression.

“Look, I appreciate you sticking up for me. But all you’re doing is confusing the hell out of me with what’s real or not. Sometimes it looks like you mean what you say and do-“

“I do. I can’t keep faking it anymore.” He said with a serious expression, his little smile gone.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“That whole story you told about being nervous when kissing me on set, that was real? Your nice deeds?” You said a bit too loudly because of how shocked you were.

He approaches you more with a tender expression, making you grow warm, “Yes.”

You shake your head rapidly, “Cage, you better not be pulling my leg here…”

“Shut up and come here…” he cupped your jaw with both his hands and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

It was all so sudden that you didn’t even know what was happening at first, you eventually reciprocated with a blush on your face. When he felt you reciprocating he let out a sigh of relief against your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth and rubbing it against yours, he then pulled back softly as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Cat got your tongue, honey?” He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re crazy you know that?” You smile warmly, “god you drive me insane…”

“Tell me, was this better than the kiss we had on set?” He smirked, looking down at your lips.

“It’s definitely an upgrade.” You look at his eyes softly.

Johnny smiled softly, bringing you in for an embrace, his mouth against your ear; “These weeks have been hell- pretending to be with you, making up stories and none of them being real. I want it to be real.”

It was a completely different version of him you’ve never seen, unusually very vulnerable and real.

“You know, I never really hated you. I was trying to…push my feelings away— thinking that it’d prevent me from liking you.” You said truthfully, looking in to his eyes.

“Oh I know that sweetheart, thats why I kept being specially annoying with the PR cause I knew you liked me— could see it from a mile away.” His smirk came back on his face, “I mean, who could resist this?”

“Cage…” You slap his shoulder playfully.

“Smack me like that again and we’re gonna end up in completely different circumstances.” He whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah? You’re already thinking about that?”

Johnny kisses your jawline, taking in your smell, “Well, we are an item now are we not? No PR, no bs anymore babe.”

“Thank god, Hollywood.”

[bqstqnbruin]

Just Friends - Part 5

So yes I did forget to post yesterday because I fell asleep super early instead of acting as a functioning member of society but now I'm sick anyway so whoops

Read the previous part here

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of death, swearing

WC: 4776

Enjoy!

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Emeline didn’t want to be out right now. After the week she had? The already minimal amount of time she had to herself with her students coming to see her every free moment she had? What was she going to do, say no to them? Yet, here she was, in a loud, crowded, slightly putrid smelling bar, with Fran and Maddy, who had way too much energy considering they also experienced what sounded like a week from hell. 

Fran, on one hand, was reamed out by one of their company's clients for something that wasn’t her fault, all while they praised her male coworkers for the things they were mad at her for. Her dad took her side, thankfully, and said they wouldn’t work together anymore if they were going to treat people like that, but still. Maddy, on the other hand, had the worst patients of the week, all of them seeming to be the same degree and angry and petulant, practically refusing her care and help. One of the older patients was pissed and asked for a different nurse because she didn’t like that Maddy had tattoos, and then didn’t speak to Maddy for her entire stay because there were no other nurses who could take care of the crotchety old woman. 

It was the first week since they were in college that the three of them all immediately went to their rooms upon coming home from work. Normally at least one of them lingered in their living room so that if the other two felt the need to rant or yell about anything, someone was there to listen. But this week, clearly, was bad. 

Emeline was sitting at a bar stool on her phone, Fran and Maddy on one side of her, ranting to each other, Emeline barely listening to Maddy’s rant about her patient.

“Where did the name Maude come from? That sounds like a crotchety old woman's name.”

“Isn’t that a shade of purple?” Fran asks, trying to get the attention of the bartender, who had been practically ignoring the three of them the entire time they were there. 

“That’s mauve, babe,” Emeline finally pipes in. 

Maddy tries to hide her laugh, knowing that confusing the two things was unlike Fran, but still incredibly funny. “What do you want to drink?” she tries to ask Emeline, failing miserably not to laugh.

“Usual,” she says, not looking up from the screen. Fran orders her a coke, the bartender clearly annoyed that there wasn’t any alcohol mixed into it. Emeline looks up just in time to see Fran giving the bartender a death stare, him slinking away as soon as their drinks are ready. 

“I swear to god,” Fran starts, yanking both Maddy and Emeline from their stools and into the crowd, “people are so ignorant when someone doesn’t want to drink alcohol.”

Fran was starting to seethe, the same speech about to start whenever someone gives even the slightest weird look about not ordering alcohol. “Fran, it’s fine. We’re at a bar, of course it’s weird that someone is ordering something without alcohol,” Emeline tries to calm her down.

“She could be DD,” Maddy points out.

“She shouldn’t need a reason to not drink.” 

“She is right here and, I’m telling you, it’s fine,” Emeline cuts in, knowing her roommates would keep up their conversation whether she said that or not. 

“Why can’t the five of us go out for once without having someone make a backhanded comment about Emeline’s drinking,” Fran continues.

“The only ones who commented were you two,” Emeline points out. “And, I only see three of us.”

Fran takes her by the shoulders, angling her towards the back corner. “Jeremy and Johnny are here.” Emeline can feel her heart racing at the mention of Jeremy, a reaction she wasn’t sure why it was happening even though she couldn’t even see him. “Or, more than five, it looks like they brought some of the team with them.”

Jeremy didn’t tell her they were meeting them tonight. Emeline and Jeremy had been texting all day when he wasn’t playing. They had an afternoon matinee earlier that day, getting the luxury of a late practice the next day before their game Monday night, all at home. He came over after the game while Maddy and Fran were out, and talked about how the girls were going out. They talked about how Keelan was away on a business trip in South Carolina for a while, right up until Thanksgiving, doing god knows what and that she wouldn’t even be seeing him until after her birthday. 

Fran drives Emeline towards the boys, Emeline feeling her mouth go dry as the group finally comes into her line of sight. Jeremy was wearing what looked like to be all black, Emeline’s heart racing at the sight of him. 

She chugs as much of her soda as she can in a few seconds, trying to shake off whatever she was feeling.

She just missed Keelan. She hadn’t seen him in a week, and she wasn’t going to see him for another two at least.

That was it.

It was just her missing Keelan. 

“We only know two of you, who are you?” Fran demands, plopping Emeline down next to Jeremy, Emeline suddenly very self conscious about what she was wearing. She didn’t have a lot of ‘going out clothes,’ her wardrobe consisting of sweats, t-shirts, and shorts, or her teaching clothes. Trying to find something that Fran and Maddy would let her out of the apartment in for a bar consisted of her wearing one of three shirts she stole from Fran during college, like the Beatles crop top and flannel she had on now and one of the pairs of pants she stole from Maddy, a pair of looser fitting navy blue pants that were tied at her waist. 

“You weren’t kidding,” one of them says, turning to Johnny who just shrugs.

“You really can't make up Francesca.”

“Either you tell me your names or I’m making up nicknames for you all.”

“She’s more aggressive than normal,” Jeremy whispers to Emeline, his thigh on the seat knocking into hers. 

“She’s only worse when she’s drunk,” Emeline tells him, turning towards him. He was much closer than she had expected him to be, trying not to look startled by his face right in hers. Not that she did anything to move away.

She missed Keelan.

Emeline clears her throat, backing away slightly. “Um, what are you drinking?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

“Rum and coke.” 

“Come on, Muppet Boy,” Fran interrupts, pulling their attention back to the rest of the group. 

“That’s not even creative,” the still unnamed teammate tries to argue, a look of awe covering his face. “She never said they were going to be creative,” Maddy points out. 

Fran launches into an argument with Muppet Boy, or Trent as Emeline had figured out based on the rest of the guys calling him that. From what Jeremy had told her, Trent was about two years older than Emeline, from St. Louis, and apparently a little unhinged when it came to him being on the ice with any guy that he didn’t like. If Fran hadn’t already probably pissed him off, she could see the two of them hitting it off. Instead, they were sitting there fighting over something that probably didn’t matter. 

Fran was enchanting the rest of the teammates with whatever slightly drunken tirade she was going on, Emeline still unsure of who the other guys around them were. Johnny and Maddy were already off in their own world, somehow slipping away from the rest of the group without Emeline noticing. 

“Mason is next to Trent,” Jeremy starts, someone reading her mind, only getting closer to Emeline as he talks. “Then, Charlie Mac, Brandon, Justin, and Morgan.” 

Emeline shakes her head, “No way I remember that.”

“Oh, come on,” Jeremy scoffs, nudging Emeline with his shoulder, sending a shiver through her body. Fuck her involuntary reactions to missing her boyfriend. “You have like ninety students whose names you told me you remembered in a week. You can remember six guys' names.”

Emeline looks over at Jeremy, watching him smile as he listened to his teammates. The slight crinkle by his eyes when he laughs, throwing his head back, making her heart warm as she drinks her coke. It tasted off, Emeline thinking nothing of it as she got unreasonably lost looking at him.

"You could eat a bunch of scrabble tiles and shit them out and whatever they say is going to make more sense than whatever the fuck just came out of your mouth,” Emeline hears Fran say, the guys laughing as Trent stares at her, dumbfounded. 

“Do you wanna dance?” she asks him out of the blue, not loud enough for anyone in their group to hear her.

Jeremy smiles and nods, both of them getting up, Emeline stumbling as she does. Why did she feel weird? She didn’t know what it was, but she felt almost spacey, the only word she could think of to describe it. All she had was her soda. 

Jeremy steadies her, his hand spreading across her lower back as he leads her out of sight of the rest of his teammates and Fran. 

Emeline felt like she was looking through a pair of glasses that were the wrong prescription, the room spinning slightly but Jeremy keeping her planted on the ground, his arms wrapped around her while she drapes her arms on his shoulders. She could feel his heartbeat, or maybe it was hers? She couldn’t tell. She felt weird.

“Woah, you really did a number on that drink, didn’t you?” Jeremy asks her.

“What?”

“The rum and coke? You started drinking from mine, but since we had the same drink, I figured it didn’t matter,” he explains, his words going right through her mind. 

All she had was her coke, not Jeremy’s. 

Emeline shakes her head, not caring about how she felt. Jeremy with her arms around her was all she cared about. She rested her head on his chest, his chin resting perfectly on top. He held her tighter, the two of them not at all moving in sync with the music around them. Emeline could feel his heartbeat against her head, sinking with the pounding she was starting to feel in her own head. She could smell his cologne, lavender and grapefruit, two of her favorite scents that she didn’t even know existed for men. 

Keelan had a cologne that always made Emeline cough, no matter how much or how little he put on. 

Emeline had no idea how long the two of them were dancing together like that, whatever space possible between them closed immediately. She had never felt this close to Keelan before. 

“Em,” Jeremy whispers, his voice hoarse. “I think everyone else is leaving.” 

Emeline looks up at Jeremy, his face again, so close to hers. She could kiss him right there. Her mind tried to find a reason why she shouldn’t just take his face in her hands and pull him in to do just that.

Keelan.

“Pizza.”

“What?”

Emeline eyes wander over Jeremy’s shoulder, the neon sign of the pizza place across the street flashing, ‘open’ at them. “I need pizza.”

She takes his hand, dragging him across the street with her. Jeremy pays for the box, despite her protests, telling her it was only on the condition that he got at least half. They were just close enough to their building that they could justify walking if they really wanted to, Emeline feeling incredibly warm despite it being November in Boston. 

They walked through the streets, Jeremy holding on to the box as Emeline stumbled every few steps, his free hand on her back just like it was in the bar to steady her. 

“I have never wanted anything more in my life,” Emeline tells him, walking up the stairs to their floor. Emeline opens the door, hearing music blasting from inside, shutting the door and turning to Jeremy faster than he can process. Jeremy ends up accidentally pinning her to the door, his breath momentarily syncing with hers despite his heart beating out of control. 

He clears his throat, stepping back while praying that his cheeks weren’t too noticeably red. “What’s wrong?”

“Fran has girl in red playing,” Emeline tells him.

“And?”

“That means she has someone in the apartment.”

“Ok?”

“No, I mean,” she tries to pull her thoughts together, the process incredibly difficult. “She is sleeping with someone in the apartment.”

“And that means we can’t go in?”

“Last time I walked in when I heard girl in red playing, I found a bra that was not Fran’s flung over the TV and boxers that were also not Fran’s on the floor by the couch. Fran and her hook up were in the hallway and on their way to the bathtub? There might have been someone already in there, but I’m still not sure, to this day.”

“That makes a lot of sense for Fran,” Jeremy laughs, handing the pizza to Emeline and dragging her down the hall towards his apartment. He opens the door, Nickelback blasting before he pulls the same move Emeline did moments earlier. “If Nickelback is playing, Johnny has a girl over.”

Emeline can’t help but laugh. “He has sex to Nickelback?”

“The girls don’t normally come back for a second night.” The two of them stand in the hallway, neither of them able to really go into their apartments. “So what do we do? Sit and eat the pizza right here?”

Emeline tries to think for a second, her head cloudy as she forces herself to remember what happened the last time Maddy or Fran had someone over and she came home sooner than they expected. She remembered scratching her leg, telling Fran, she thinks it was, that she was lucky she didn’t need stitches or any type of shot because of it. 

It finally dawns on her, a sly smile on her face as she grabs Jeremy’s hand and leads him back down the stairs. 

“Emeline, where are we going?” 

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” He smiles at her, her heart skipping a beat as she continues leading him down the stairs and back outside while she yells at him to keep the pizza safe. “The fire escape?”

Emeline laughs, jumping up to try to pull the ladder down, missing the first few times until Jeremy reaches over her to help her pull it down. She turns back and reaches for the pizza, Jeremy pointedly keeping it out of reach.

“Emeline, no.”

“Why not?”

“You’re going to drop it if you try to hold it and go up the ladder with it like I think you want to.”

“Like you’ll do better?” 

Jeremy goes in front of her, unable to hide the smile on his face as he moves up the ladder, not even sure why she was leading him this way as he pulls himself up with one hand while trying to keep his balance, the other hand holding Emeline’s sacred pizza. 

“Don’t let it tip,” she calls, climbing up behind him. “You’ll let the cheese fall off and then you’ll ruin it.” 

He can’t help but laugh, pretending to start to lose his balance while Emeline yells at him again. “You care more about the pizza than you do about me, don’t you? What if I were falling with the pizza and you could only save one of us?”

“Right now, I choose the pizza if you’re going to be mean to me.” 

He finally reaches their floor, Emeline’s room right next to them as he holds his hand out to help her up the final two steps. Her hand was starting to get cold from the winter air around them. Jeremy watches in awe as she manages to get her window open from the outside, watching her struggle to hold the heaving frame open. “You should keep this locked if you’re not home.”

“We always unlock each other's windows if we have someone over and someone needs to get in,” Emeline explains. 

“How often does that happen?” Jeremy says, Emeline not noticing his inability to stop staring at her as she practically folds herself in half in order to get herself inside while keeping the window from closing on her. That was how, she remembers, she cut her leg last time; the window closed as she was pulling herself in. 

He hands her the pizza that she so carefully puts down on the floor next to her, Emeline trying to keep the window open for him while he tries to follow her in. 

“Enough times that I can’t believe I forgot this is how we do it.”

Her mind was blank while she watched him climb in, his foot catching on the sill as she starts to close it, Jeremy tripping as the window slams behind them, taking them both down against the floor. Emeline bursts out laughing, sure that this response is not how she would normally react to a man that was not her boyfriend falling on top of her, feeling weirdly ok with it. “Well, that’s one way to do it.” 

The two of them situate themselves, the box of pizza on one side of Emeline, Jeremy on her other. They lean against her bed, her head falling back as she lifts a slice of her much awaited pizza, the smile growing on her face. “This is the best thing ever,” she tells him, her head feeling much more clear, though with a slight headache, than it had back at the bar. 

“It really is,” Jeremy agrees, reaching over her to grab his own slice, the tips of his fingers grazing her thigh and sending a chill through her body.

The two of them eat in silence, clearing off all but two slices in what was probably too little time for their own health.

“Hey, Em?” Jeremy asks.

“Hm?”

“You don’t drink,” he asks, his phrasing sounding more like a statement than a question.

Emeline picks up another piece of pizza, picking off some of the cheese from the end. “I was a little drunk tonight, wasn’t I?” she asks, Jeremy nodding but her not looking to see the confirmation. “My dad was killed by a drunk driver.”

“Emeline,” Jeremy starts, letting out a sigh that made him sound like he was deflating.

She shakes her head, resting one of her hands on his thigh without thinking, not caring about how natural it felt as he took her hand in his, their fingers intertwining perfectly. “It’s one of those things where I’m not sure what could have happened that would have stopped it, other than the guy not drinking.”

“Emeline,” Jeremy says again.

“I just have a hard time bringing myself to drink when I know that drinking is what cut my dad’s life shorter than it needed to be.”

“Emeline.”

“I mean,” she says, her voice catching in her throat. “Why would I do something where I lose control? I have so many things that I can’t control as it is. I can plan out every minute that I want to teach and there is still no way to possibly follow it. I can plan my schedule for the entire day, know exactly when I’m going to work on what, but something, or someone, without fail, with come up and force me to rethink everything. I can plan the T being late but even though it always is, it’s late a different amount of time every time I’m leaving school. Or the one time I think I have it, my train leaves early.”

“Em.”

She could feel her eyes starting to water, trying her best to fight back the tears. “I couldn’t control my grandmother getting old and passing away when I was in college, which, that wasn’t much of a shock because you expect someone to die when they’re older. But I couldn’t control when I broke my leg during sophomore year and had to sit out the end of the season. I couldn’t control when we lost the championship for a second time while we were because I was out. I couldn’t control my mom not wanting me and leaving me before she even got the chance to see who I would become.”

Jeremy takes the pizza from her hand and throws it into the box, pulling her into his chest as she finally lets out the sob she was holding back. 

She hadn’t cried about her mom in years. She thought about finding out her dad had died a lot, but never to the point where it brought her to tears. Same with her grandmother. She couldn’t believe that she was sitting on her bedroom floor with Jeremy, his arms around her making her feel safe.

His hand was in her hair, Emeline feeling him place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He pulls away slightly, neither of them releasing the other from their hold. She wanted to lean in. She could ask him right now if he would kiss her, regardless of if she was just crying or not. 

It was the alcohol.

But isn’t there something about how the things you want to do when you’re drunk are what you wish you could do when you’re sober? Was she just making that up?

Before either of them could say anything, Emeline’s phone starts buzzing, Keelan’s name appearing on the screen, the two of them practically launching off each other like two teenagers being caught by parents. 

Emeline stares at her phone, debating whether or not to answer it, Jeremy sitting as far away as he could. She hadn’t thought of Keelan in what felt like hours, let alone talked to him for him to know that she would still be up. Normally, she would be asleep right now, which is why him calling was even weirder, like he called knowing it would wake her up. 

But she wasn’t asleep, for once. She wasn’t talking to her boyfriend. Instead, Emeline almost just cheated on him with someone she didn’t realize she wanted to be with.

What was she supposed to do, though? She watched as the call went to voicemail, picking up her piece of pizza and staring at it. Her relationship with Keelan was one of the only things she could control, especially when it felt like everything else was spiraling.  

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The next morning, Emeline woke up with a headache that hadn’t gone away from the night before, the first and hopefully last hangover she would have. She walked to the kitchen, finding Maddy and Fran already nursing coffee and bagels from one of the local places, Emeline’s order waiting for her on the kitchen table. 

“What happened last night?” Emeline asks.

“I hate people,” Fran mumbles, not making eye contact. “That guy last night asked for my number and hasn’t texted me,” she explains.

“That’s normal though,” Emeline points out.

“Guys are idiots. They wait too long to text back. He’s probably just asleep still,” Maddy adds, pointing to the clock on their stove that showed it was 8:00 am, an ungodly hour to be awake given how late they were all up the night before. 

“It’s not that,” Fran sighs, covering her eyes with her hands. “I found his instagram, and he has a girlfriend.”

“Oh, so we’re killing him.” 

“Tell the girlfriend as soon as he texts you. Don’t even save the number so she can see it’s him, whatever he says,” Emelien tells her, Fran just nodding, looking upset.

“I got railed,” Maddy almost gloats, rather uncharacteristically, Fran and Emeline immediately snapping their attention to her.

“Hello?”

“By who?”

“I thought you swore off men.”

“I thought you only needed yourself to pleasure yourself.”

“And the rainbow dildo we bought as part of her graduation gift.”

“Guys, I’m telling the story, here?” Maddy chimes in. 

“Who was it?”

“How was it?”

“You two are worse than those talk show women,” Maddy groans, not hiding the smile on her face. “Who he is doesn’t matter. Other than his playlist choice, it was,” Maddy sighs, a gooey-lovey expression on her face that her roommates had never seen before. “God, it was great.”

“What was the playlist choice?” Emeline asks, her and Fran leaning closer. Maddy was throwing them crumbs, they needed more.

“It had a lot of Nickelback for some reason.” Emeline chokes on her coffee when the realization hits her, Fran laughing harder than Emeline’s coughs anyway. “We said next time, I can do the playlist.” 

Fran sits back in her chair, her expression and mood going back to what it was a few minutes earlier. “Fran, what’s wrong?”

“You get a next time?” 

“I mean,” Maddy starts, her and Emeline exchanging confused looks. “That’s what we had talked about?”

“I wish I got a next time.”

“Fran, what do you mean?” Emeline asks, seeing the tears starting in Frans eyes.

“What is wrong with me that I can never get past a one night stand or a first date? All I’m good for is one night and then I’m forgotten the next day. Fuck, I can’t even get the number of a guy who isn’t thinking about using me to cheat on his girlfriend” Maddy and Emeline both reach their arms across the table, Fran taking neither of them. “It just sucks seeing everyone happy when no matter what I do to try to be happy like that, it fails.”

“But you had someone here last night, didn’t you? I heard your playlist when I tried to come in,” Emeline asks.

Fran shrugs, not making eye contact with either of them. “I just had that on. I didn’t have anyone here.”

Emeline thinks back to last night, the details admittedly foggy thanks to the alcohol she hadn’t planned on drinking. She never actually heard Fran or anyone else in the apartment when she came in, unlike almost every other night the playlist was blasting.

“Fran, you’re amazing, though, the right person will find you.”

“See, I don’t believe you. It’s really easy to say that when that’s what we’re fed, but I have had failed date after failed date, hook up after hook up, and no matter how it goes or what happens or what they say, it ends after one night. I am told every single time in one way or another that I am not good enough for anything more than a single night, and it fucking sucks every time.” 

“I know,” Emeline says.

“No you don’t,” Fran snaps. “You don’t know. You don’t get it. You’ve been with Keelan for how many fucking years? You’ve been happy enough with him and been steady enough with him that you couldn’t get it. You even have Jeremy who is in love with you and wants to be with you, as if one guy wasn’t enough.”

“Jeremy is not in love with me,” Emeline tries to counter.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Emeline,” Fran yells, Emeline flinching, “Jeremy loves you, and you’re falling in love with him, and you’re both too stupid to say anything. You don’t know what it’s like to have rejection after rejection while watching one of your best friends sit here trying to pick between a boy she barely cares about anymore and the neighbor who will probably end up becoming her husband, knowing that no matter what you do for yourself, there will never be a second date.” 

Fran gets up before Emeline could say anything else, her and Maddy both stunned by the insecurity they had no idea Fran had coming out like that. 

“I’m falling for him?” Emeline asks, saying it outloud for the first time.

“I think you might be, babe.” Emeline sits back, contemplating this realization that her roommates already had for her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Emeline shakes her head. “Not really.” She needs to actually figure this out for herself. Jeremy couldn’t have liked her, anyway. There was no way he did. “I do want to talk about how you were the one sleeping with Johnny last night, though.” 

Maddy’s face immediately turns red, a smile still on her face. “How’d you know?”

“Jeremy and I walked in, heard the music and walked out,” she tells Maddy, both of them trying not to laugh. “I thought you were just friends.”

“Friends can turn into something more very easily.” 

[erospandemos]

Boyfriend Tutorial

Sieun x Male Reader

Length: 3.2k

Sieun has to teach you how to be her boyfriend.

You wake up thanks to your phone ringtone, blasting the default bell jingle in your right ear, with a humid pool in your notebook and a huge pain in your back. Certainly falling asleep at your desk wasn’t a good sleep position for your spine, and not a comfortable one either, but literature was so powerful, it knocked you out in less than thirty minutes. That said, behind that loud ringtone, you were already sensing an upcoming pain in the ass.

Your phone was almost demanding to be answered, it was as if the notes were screaming in your face. You take a deep breath and pick your phone up to see the person who was calling: “Puppy”. Now, you would’ve never saved anyone with such a name on your contacts but you were forced into it, by the same person that was calling you now, your girlfriend.

Once you slid the green button across the screen, her filtered voice came blasting at full volume.

“Good morning sleepyhead! I bet you had the most profound, warm, dream-inducing, fairy-like sleep ever, right? Must have been so heavenly!” You could already tell it wasn’t a “good” morning for her and it wasn’t supposed to be one for you either. Her voice was already cracking your speaker, she must have been fuming mad.

“Good morning, Sieun…” you said softly, testing the ground.

“Wh—first of all, Sieun? We’ve already discussed this before, baby, say it.”

“Honey.”

“Well done. Second, good morning? Babe, it’s 2 pm!”

“Well, you said it first and I—”

“It was sarcasm, you idiot. Can’t you even tell?” she complained. The large sigh behind the speaker gives you a moment to rest then Sieun starts again. “Gosh, I don’t know how I’m the girlfriend of such an airhead… Anyways, listen here mister.”

You lean back into the chair and look to the ceiling, calling the help of the gods, the angels, the deities above but you know nobody could rescue you now. She said the phrase, Sieun’s mom mode was activated and you could not escape.

“Not only I didn’t receive a good night text, which we have agreed on, not only I didn’t receive a good morning text, but you didn’t say anything to me all day! Wh-what am I? I’m your girlfriend, not a random friend you talk to only when you feel like it.”

“Sieun—honey, I…”

“Go ahead, give me your excuses. Like you always do,” Sieun scoffs. You don’t even dare to sigh, if she heard it, she’d go on another rant about you not caring enough or whatever she had in mind—you didn’t know. Next time you should ask your friend to code you a bot to send her texts or remind you to do it, because at this rate, it was only a matter of time until she’d kill you.

“Nothing, honey, I’m sorry.”

“Well, you’re unforgiven. You better make up for it, alright?”

“Okay, tomorrow I’ll—”

“Not tomorrow! Right now. We’re going on a date. We’ve been a couple for two months and you’ve only taken me on one date when you confessed. I’m tired of waiting, you’re taking me on one right now. Think of a place while you come to my dorm.” When she was done talking, Sieun closed the call without giving you time to say anything else.

You go back to your normal sitting posture to think. Sure, you had to prepare for your test but that was in a week and even if it was a lot of material, it was a threat in the future while Sieun was a very close threat. Putting things on a scale of importance, your girlfriend seemed to be a bit further up. Fine, the date was already decided, you might as well go. 

Being Sieun’s boyfriend was, in a lack of words, demanding. You’ve known her for a long time before getting together with her: you were her personal tutor. In the past, her character was definitely rougher and you had to take a long time before she trusted you, but after that you got to see her sweet side. In a mix of hormones and surprise, you eventually asked her out and in a even more surprising twist, she liked you too.

Unfortunately, it was right at the start of your midterm so you couldn’t spend much time with her. Frustruation must have gotten to her too and she was more irritated than usual.

Anyways, you don’t ask yourself anymore questions as you drive the car away from your dorm and drive to your Sieun. While on the road, you looked around thinking of where to take her. She was a very energetic girl and bringing her to watch a movie or to a café would have been very stupid of you. Something like a bowling or an arcade was more fitting. Yeah, you should go to the arcade.

You arrive at her dorm in probably 10 minutes. You knock on the door of her room and another girl opens the door for you. You know her, she’s Sumin, Sieun’s roommate. She comes out of the room like the priest of the Oracle of Delphi, ready to give you one of her prophecies and it wasn’t going to be a good one.

She looks at you with a mixture of fear and worry but politely gives you a smile. “You got Sieun real upset, she’s been complaining all morning,” she says.

“Sorry about that,” you reply apologetically, rubbing the back of your head and bowing. 

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” she chuckles. “Anyways, she’s in her room, she’s still changing so you can wait in the living room. I’m gonna go buy some groceries.”

“Thank you, Sumin.”

“Good luck,” she says and runs down the stairs. Now it’s only you and Sieun. 

“Honey, I’m here!” you yell at a random direction and Sieun yells back, “You can come in, I’m pretty much done!” You come into her room like a soldier on a battle field. There is stuff everywhere on the floor: clothes, make up, bags, magazines, and if you ever dared to step on one of them, it would be over for you. 

Sieun was sitting in front of a mirror, touching up her lips. She raises an eyebrow, looking at you through the window, then continues to put on her red in a comfortable silence. You limit yourself to looking at her and thinking about what you’ll do later.

She was done. Sieun got up after clicking the lipstick and grabbed her bag. 

She wore a beautiful white dress, simple in appearance but full of little decors up close, it narrows just a little under the chest, not to show too much of her curves but let completely uncovered her shoulders and collarbones, where your eyes went the most. Her pink wavy hair adorned her face perfectly, making her face look smaller and sharper. 

The moment she got up, the air inside the room was pushed out, and a sudden void was left in your lungs as you couldn’t master up any coherent word. You stutter a bit, and turn around to shield yourself from a too strong beauty. 

“Uhm… so, I was thinking of going—” you can barely start when Sieun interrupts you.

“Really? Is that what you’re going to say?” she scoffs. You turn around and see her rolling her eyes, folding her arms, and leaning back on one leg.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re really useless, aren’t you?” she starts. “You’re lucky I’m an understanding person, the other girls would have left you already, but you have a lot to learn.”

“What did I do wrong?” “Well, I made myself this pretty and you’re just going to ignore it?!” Her voice suddenly increases in pitch and in volume. “A good boyfriend has to give a lot of compliments, you know that? I have to teach you everything apparently.”

“It’s just that… I do think you’re very pretty but I didn’t know what to say. You were so beautiful, you made me speechless. You don’t know how much I want to kiss you right now,” you say honestly. 

Sieun is flustered, her cheeks become as pink as hair and she starts to look for a place to hide, without finding one, she covers her face with her hair and storms out of the room. “You said you got a place already, right? Let’s go,” she declares with a mighty voice and then with another almost inaudible voice, she whispers to herself, “What an idiot. He could’ve kept it to himself…”

You can hear her from the other side of the room and sigh at her hypocrisy but whatever, she was cute.

After you told her what you planned and made sure she approved of everything, you went down the dorm and started walking, it was just ten minutes from the building. You start talking about college and the upcoming tests but most of all, you let her rant because she always a lot on her mind.

Things were too smoothly to be true and after five minutes Sieun stops walking. You took a couple of steps before realizing and turn around.

“So are you not gonna do it?” she scoffs.

“What? What should I do?” you ask with confusion. 

Sieun stands there with her fist rolled and her lips curled in an annoyed frown. She doesn’t look so much of a princess anymore. “Gosh, you’re so dense, what do I do with you…? Hold hand! You have to hold my hand!”

“But—”

“Look around, dear,” she says and sways her arms to show you, “All the couples are holding hands because that’s what couples do.” Sieun then stretches her arm out, holding her palm open to you. She flicks her chin, without watching you in the eyes, “So?”

You sigh and take her hand. “There.”

You start to walk again and this time Sieun's steps are wider, with more bounce in her shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, if she really wanted to hold hands, she could have just asked nicely. But that wasn’t really in character with her. 

“You know,” you start and she turns to look at you. “Your hand is really soft. Your skin is so nice.”

“Is that so?” she almost whispers and turns the other way. “Well, your hand is all rough and shitty.”

“You really got a way with words, honey.” “Walk faster.”

On your way to the arcade, a small sandwich house catches your eye. It was one of those small shops that students usually buy their lunches from, and you know it was good from how worn the tables were. Sieun sees it too and mentions how she always wanted to try it. Come to think of it, you always bought her food as a prize for studying when you were her own tutor. 

The arcade is just two from there, you’re already thinking of what games to play: maybe the racing games or the street fighter, it’s been a while since you last tried it. 

Sieun stops again.

You almost slap your face but you can’t let her see too much of your annoyance because that was another trigger for her.

“Is anything bothering you, honey?” you ask carefully. This time you chose your words more wisely.

“Do you know what girls like?” Sieun asks you back. “Everyone should know it by now.”

“Bags? Make-up? Kai?”

“Other than that.” She rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know… Money? Everyone likes money.”

“It’s food, you dumbass! Girls like food. If you want a girl to like you, you must offer her food.”

“What does that have to do with— ah… you want me to buy you a sandwich?”

“I don’t want you to buy it. I’m expecting you to do it. Like, I have never seen a boyfriend not offer his girlfriend food. I shouldn’t even have to remind you, you should already know it…”

“Okay, let’s get you something good to eat,” you say and enter the shop while your girlfriend happily hops behind you. The shop was just like how you thought, warm, comfy, and traditional. The person working there was an old woman, with a beautiful smile, that Sieun immediately greeted with excitement even if she never saw her. 

You order the food and your bad mood is completely gone while you watch Sieun gulp down the sandwich with her cheeks full.

“This is shoooo good!” she barely says. Even if she was a rich kid, nobody has ever taught her manners. No, actually, they did teach her manners but she just chose not to follow them. 

“Do you want a bite?” she then asks you. Leaning on one of her hands she watches you sideways, brushing you with her gaze, “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So do you wanna try?” You nod. Sieun smiles and offers it to you with both her hands over the table. You lean over and take a bite. It was delicious, the eggs and the mayonnaise worked perfectly together and the bread wasn’t too mushy either. But most of all, you two must have looked like one of those couples from the korean dramas Sieun always watches. 

She giggles while you clean yourself.

“Damn this is great.”

“I know right! It's so good!” she replies. “Okay, now let me try a bite of yours.”

 You give her the sandwich. Yours was way too messy to be fed to her like she did. You take some extra napkins and you swear you hear a “nom” coming from her. 

“Whoa! Yours is even better! Why didn't I choose that one?”

“Wanna switch?”

“No, it’s fine.”

 When you were done eating, you finally reached the arcade, while holding her hand of course. The flashing lights and no windows really contrasted with the sunny outside. The AC was turned on, because there was no other ventilation, and it was more chilly than outside. Sieun had goosebumps all over her arms and was stroking her skin to warm up.

You give her your flannel shirt. She looks at you with surprise at first then happily puts it on.

“Oh… looks like you’re finally learning,” she smugly says. Sieun is like a little kid in a candy shop. She runs around the machines being easily impressed by every little image she sees on the screens. All that with your big shirts around her, it makes you so proud and happy. It was the dream of every boy come true.

The first game you chose to play together was Street Fighter. You got a couple of tokens, inserted the first one, and chose your characters. You take Ryu because you just liked him more while Sieun takes Chun Li. 

Sieun only knows to spam the buttons and slam the machine out of anger whenever she gets hit.

“Sieun, you’re supposed to get out of the way when I punch you, not stay still.”

“Well, I don’t know how to do that!”

“Just move your joystick.”

“It’s easy for you to say it,” she yells and starts pressing random buttons again. After a long beating, it only takes you one final hadouken to beat her, for the fourth time. Sieun stomps her feet like a little kid, she’s fuming. 

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to let your girlfriend win?” she yells at you.

“Who says that?”

“Everyone knows that!” she says and leaves you alone to find another game, all while throwing you every insult she knew. 

You let her cool down for a couple of minutes then went to search her. It took you a while but then you found her in front of the claw machine, the one with the stuffed animals, as she didn’t have any interest in football balls. She looks at you. You look at her.

“Let me guess, you’re going to say boyfriend always get stuffed animals?”

“Tell me, I’m wrong, I dare you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Damn you— you already know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll get it for you, okay?” you say. You put in a token. 

Flash forward, you already wasted 5 tokens and you still haven’t got it. Some machines are design to have weak-ass claws so you can’t ever get the thing up, some others have adjustable weights to keep a win-to-profit ratio but the thing that infuriated you the most was how close you were getting—it was just a couple of centimeters from the hole.

“Ooh! You almost got it that time!”

It took you another ten minutes of wasted tokens and swearing to finally get the giant plushie bear. Sieun celebrated so loudly she attracted the eyes of everyone in that room, but you didn’t care, you were too tired.

“Thank you, baby!” she says. “It’s so soft and it’s as big as me.”

“It looks like you.”

“You mean I’m fat?” Her eyes pierce through your heart and you suddenly felt a bullet into your chest.

“No! No no no no no. I mean it’s cute as you.”

“Be careful, mister,” Sieun comments and starts walking on her own. She stumbles upon an air hockey table and challenges you. 

You sigh and go along with her. She just wants to have fun, air hockey is too easy anyways.

She destroyed you.

11 - 1. How did she even do that? She was way too fast, you couldn’t even see the pluck and she already scored. She didn’t even celebrate, she already knew she won from the first few seconds. You never saw anyone play as good as her, with impenetrable defense and flashy attack.

“Whatever,” you say, defeated.

“Not so cocky anymore huh?”

“It has gotten late, let’s go.” But Sieun doesn’t let you go. She holds your wrist. 

“Are you not gonna say I did good? Boyfriends always—”

“Aish, shut up,” you shut her up and placed your hand on her head. Despite your disappointment, you handled her hair with a lot of gentleness. Feeling her grouchiness come back to her after her momentary confusion ceased, she opened her mouth to grumpily tell you to stop touching, but suddenly felt a very pleasant spark on the top of her head. Her words died a little in her mouth. 

Sure enough, you were head patting Sieun, giving her little scratches behind her ears on her scalp. From the way you were doing it, Sieun wouldn’t be surprised if you owned a lot of cats. 

She had never gotten petted before, but the feeling was so pleasant it felt like her head was being clouded up with warmth, barely able to focus on any thoughts under the overwhelmingly nice sensation. She felt herself lean into the touch, his grumpiness completely forgotten.

You looked at her amusement and chuckled, “You kinda look like a cute cat.”

Sieun’s face burned red when she realized she was totally enjoying it as if she was touch-deprived and desperate. 

“You were really good, really good,” you say at the end and let her go.

“...Mh… thank you,” she whispers.

“So did I do good too?”

“Maybe.” Sieun storms out of the building, like always. 

You laugh before running to reach her. Looks like the date was successful, maybe she’ll start treating you nicer next time. For now, she looked so cute, you didn’t care at all.

THE END

Written, 27 July 203 - 29 July 2023

[heavyhitterheaux]

Nap Date

AN: sleepy girls make the best girlfriends 🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack wants to spend more time with you, but you always seem to be sleeping

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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The relationship between you and Jack had been going on for almost a year and a half or so and you were head over heels for him. Once you saw those blue eyes and curly hair, that was all she wrote. 

His second album had come out recently so it was the norm for him to be constantly traveling from one place to another while still trying to do his best to call you and make sure that you were okay.

You had just recently started a new nursing job on night shift in the pediatric emergency department switching from working with adults.

Nursing wasn’t new to you, but working with children along with their parents was. 

No one could make sense of why you seem to be more tired than usual since you had always worked night shift and had now started to spend most of your free time sleeping.

Maybe it was the switch between different hospitals or the population that you were working with.

Either way, if you weren’t sleeping or with Jack or your friends, you were somewhere bundled up in a blanket burrito watching your multiple streaming services that you would more than likely fall asleep on. 

Jack had a tiny break coming up, only about two days or so and made it his mission to spend those two days with you before hopping from city to city again. 

He already knew that you had those days off since you always send him a copy of your work schedule just so he can know what days to work around if he wanted to plan something for the two of you and vice versa.

It was around 9 in the morning when Jack had sent his first text of the day to you.

Smush- Good morning baby girl, how was work last night?

You- A baby was projectile vomiting all over the emergency department waiting room and I of course was assigned to take care of the baby and then it happened again and went down my scrub top. I feel like I will be scrubbing under my boobs for the next week and a half because I know I’m clean but I still feel disgusting. Other than that, great. How are you, baby?

Smush- 😲😲😲😲

You- I’m fine, it’s fine, everythings fine

Smush- Baby that does NOT sound like everythings fine

You- But it is. I actually got to eat my hot cheetos for lunch last night while I had a parent scream at me that I wasn’t doing anything for their kid and telling them what was going on. Ma’am your kid’s arm is basically in the shape of a circle. I think it’s broken, babe. Besides, the doctor tells you that, not me. And I continued to eat my cheetos because I had already given him pain medicine. Now I’m eating ice cream in bed contemplating why I decided to be a nurse. 

Smush- I… umm…. Because you wanted to help people babe. And you only ate hot cheetos? I thought we talked about this. You’re always going to have your good days and bad days. I’m always going to be here to listen to you rant about it.  I just wanted to spend some time with you this weekend because I know you don’t work and I have a few days off. 

You-......

Smush- mamas?

You-……

No response

Smush- Baby? Did you fall asleep that fast?

Smush- I hope you didn’t fall asleep with the ice cream in the bed like you did last time and woke up with it melted everywhere. You were sticky for like 2 days even after multiple showers. 

Smush- I mean if I was there I would have licked it off of you, but….

Smush- I’ll call you later, baby. Sleep well. I love you. 

It was around 4 pm when Jack had finally gotten a response from you.

You- SHIT

You- BABY! I’M SORRY! I’M AWAKE!

Smush- It’s okay mamas lol I know you were tired. Did you sleep okay?

You- Yes! But I woke up covered in cookies and cream ice cream again

Smush- BABY! I told you not to fall asleep in bed while eating ice cream!

You- It only got on my arm! So we’re good! 

Smush- So, as I was saying earlier. Date this weekend?

You- PLEASE! I MISS YOU!

Smush- I miss you too mamas. I’ll plan everything out and all you have to do is pick out an outfit.

You- Do I dress like a whore, classy, or casual?

Smush- Uhh run that first one by me again?

You- Okay classy it is and for now I have washed the ice cream off my arm and now I have to get ready for work. I’ll try to facetime you on my break if a kid or a parent isn’t screaming at me. 

Smush- I hope you have a better shift tonight and I can’t wait to see your pretty face later

You- Thank you smush

It was around 3 in the morning when Jack heard his phone ring and it didn’t matter since he was awake. He knew it was you and quickly answered.

Jack saw your face come into view and it looked like you were in a supply closet.

“Uh, babe?”

“THESE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“What happened?”

“They floated me to the adult emergency department! I have one person who keeps jumping out of bed with a broken hip I don’t know how the fuck he is managing to do that, another one with a gunshot wound who probably needs a chest tube, another one who is 102 and still a got damn full code who is having breathing AND cardiac issues and I am PRAYING that they don’t code because I can’t tonight. I CAN’T. Anyway, you okay, baby? Oh shit. It’s three. Did I wake you up? I’m sorry if I did. I just miss you and wanted to hear your voice.”

“Wait, baby that was a lot and we need to unpack it.”

“No we don’t. They’re all alive. Moving onto more important things, the fact that I miss my boyfriend and I think I have actual shit on my new shoes. Welp looks like I have to throw these away now.”

“Umm, babe, maybe I need to take off a few more days and stay with you because you… sound um…?”

“Stressed?”

Jack simply nodded his head.

“Yeah, just a little bit, but I’ll get through it.”

“Baby, you are hiding in the supply closet.”

“They don’t need to know that. I haven’t peed since I left the house. Oh. Maybe I should go when I get off the phone with you. Anyway, tell me about our date so I can….”

“Code blue room 24. Code blue room 24.”

“FUCK! THAT GOT DAMN 102 YEAR OLD! SHIT! BABY I’LL CALL YOU BACK! FUCK I HAVE TO PEE GOT DAMN IT! JACK, I LOVE YOU. GOTTA GO.”

You immediately ended the facetime call and all Jack did was let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. He wanted to do something nice for you since it seemed like lately you weren’t having the best shifts at work. 

He wasn’t that far from you and planned to hopefully surprise you and be at your house when you got off from work in a few hours. 

After your shift, you sat in the parking lot for an hour just staring off into space before starting to make your way back home.

Once you pulled up, you made your way to the front door, but not before taking your shoes and throwing them in the trash can by the end of the driveway. You were surprised to hear the television on since you remembered turning it off when you left. You also smelled food and was immediately taken aback.

“Am I in the right house?” You whispered to yourself, but not before reaching into your pocket and grabbing a saline flush.

“And what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” You stuck it back into your pocket, but not before grabbing your baseball bat that was perched near the door.

You tried to make your footsteps as quiet as possible as you approached the kitchen, but because it was an old house, it didn’t quite work out that way.

You then came into the kitchen to see Jack’s back turned to you while he was in front of the stove.

“Baby, put the bat down. And I expected you over an hour ago.”

And that was when the waterworks started.

Upon hearing this, Jack turned around and made his way over to you to try and embrace you, but you immediately backed up.

“Baby! Don’t cry!”

“I have other people’s bodily fluids on me. Let me take a shower and then you can hug me. And I still have to pee and I missed you and oh my fucking shit you’re here. Did I tell you I love you already?” All the while tears are streaming down your face.

“I love you too. I’ll go run your shower for you, come on mamas.”

You followed Jack up the steps while you were still crying and Jack was doing his best to calm you down.

After you showered and moisturized your body, you threw on your Louisville bonnet that Jack had gifted you last Christmas along with a matching shirt and shorts.

You made your way back downstairs and upon hearing you, Jack opened his arms and you ran full speed to jump into them.

“I needed this, thank you, thank you, thank you. I know you’re busy and I hope that I didn’t take you away from anything.” You said as Jack soothingly rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“You’re welcome, but there is no need to thank me. I knew my girl needed me. Now I got food for you too or did you just want to go to sleep?”

“What are we eating?”

“Stuffed french toast.”

“Baby, you didn’t cook that, did you?” You asked because the last thing you wanted to do was get food poisoning. One of Jack’s many talents did not include cooking.  

“Um, let’s just say that the smoke alarm kept going off so I ordered it instead.”

“Fine by me.”

It was now Saturday and that meant date night for the two of you. You were already dressed and sitting on the couch surprisingly waiting on Jack. You had been excited ever since you had woken up and couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for the two of you. 

He had been out the majority of the day getting things for the two of you and had just gotten back in the house about twenty minutes ago.

“How is he going to tell me to be ready by eight, but his ass isn’t even ready?” You muttered to yourself while scrolling on your phone on instagram. Soon your eyes started to get heavy and the phone was long forgotten. 

Jack came down the steps twenty minutes later to see you knocked out on the couch with your phone on the floor and he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

He decided that you two could have a nap date for one day and could go out tomorrow not wanting to wake you up since he knew that this week had been exhausting for you.

Once upstairs, he slipped off your Louboutin heels, put on your pajamas and covered your hair and got comfortable himself. He laid down next to you and drifted off to sleep.

It was midnight when you woke up startled.

You woke up and looked down to see that Jack had his arms wrapped around you and you were thoroughly confused.

“Oh, SHIT! BABY!” You exclaimed while shaking Jack awake and all you got was a groan.

“What, baby?”

“DID I FALL ASLEEP ON OUR DATE?!”

“Mamas, we didn’t even make it out of the house. You fell asleep on the couch and I brought you upstairs.”

“Damn it, I’m sorry I know you…”

Jack immediately cut you off.

“All that I have planned can be moved to tomorrow. And besides, technically we still had a date.”

“Huh?”

“It was a nap date because we both took naps since we’re exhausted. I still call that a win. Get to catch up on sleep while laying next to my sleepy girlfriend.”

“Oh well, I guess you’re right.”

“Now let’s continue our date so that we can actually go outside on our date tomorrow.” Jack said while kissing you and bringing you closer to him.

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Luke Hughes~Fate pt 2

Here is part 2 to Fate!

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christophersturniolo: someone literally ran into Luke Hughes and had him follow them tonight

Tagged: yn_diangelo

yn_diangelo do you think he saw my reaction?

| christophersturniolo I think he was too busy eating his food

| yn_diangelo thank god😭

| lhughes_06 no I definitely saw:)

| yn_diangelo dear god

User12 is he even hotter in person?

| yn_diangelo I can neither confirm nor deny that(he definitely is)

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yn_diangelo holy shit he liked my reply

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tarayummyy yn babes we all saw that comment

| yn_diangelo shhh no you didn’t

| tarayummyy sureee

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I layed in my bed looking at the comments under Chris’s post on Instagram about my reaction to Luke following me. Luke himself saw said reaction at the restaurant when we all thought he was eating and not paying attention. I was smiling and everything at it while replying to Tara’s comment about the comment I deleted when I got a FaceTime call from Tara herself. I answered quickly now sitting up in my bed. “Girl! What happened after that game?!” Tara questioned with her usual big smile on her face. “Well, Nick, Chris, Matt, and I went out to eat after. I told them to go get us a seat outside and I’d order the food since I know what everyone wants since we go there all the time when we’re in New Jersey. After I ordered and paid for the food I turned around and ran straight into a tall man’s chest. I didn’t even realize it was Luke Hughes until I heard Jack say his name and I looked up at him.” I ranted running a hand through my hair smiling. “I’m listening, continue.” Tara said invested in all of this. “After that Jack basically called him out kinda saying after we made eye contact at the game after he got injured he wouldn’t shut up about me. Then I went back to the triplets and as our food came out and we started eating Jack and Luke came outside and sat near us. Luke and I made eye contact again and I swear I could have seen him blush before we looked away then I got the notification he followed me.” I finished sighing and laying back but holding the phone where Tara could see me. “Ouu. Looks like someone’s gonna get a boyfriend soon.” She said teasing me just like Matt did. “That’s what Matt said after I told them about it.” I groaned. We chatted for longer about our lives lately catching up then hung up because I was getting tired. I headed to sleep after brushing my teeth and changing into pajamas.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for the day and to film a video with Matt, Nick, and Chris. It was a video for my YouTube channel so it was basically just a normal video today. Going into the bathroom I changed clothes and brushed my teeth then brushed my hair. After that I grabbed my curling iron plugging it in and curled my hair. Once I was finished I unplugged it and let it cool off putting it away once that was done. I walked out the bathroom connected to my room then out my room heading downstairs where the triplets were. We ate breakfast then went out to shop which is when I started filming. Throughout the day and filming I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the previous day. The boys definitely knew because they teased me about it.

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yn_diangelo: did we eat or did we eat?

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Nicolassturniolo we did in fact eat

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matthew.sturniolo 🔥🔥

| yn_diangelo 🔥

christophersturniolo we’re 🔛🔝

| yn_diangelo yessir‼️

user19 literally marry me

lhughes_06 pretty girl

| yn_diangelo omfg no way you just called me pretty girl

| lhughes_06 I in fact did

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I squealed hugging my legs to my chest at what Luke just commented on my post while at my desk editing my YouTube video. In the middle of me editing I got a dm. After seeing who sent it, I screamed even more.

lhughes_06: y/n from the hockey game and restaurant last night right?

yn_diangelo: the one and only:)

lhughes_06: good. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go grab some coffee or food after a game one day?

yn_diangelo: I definitely didn’t expect this but yeah! I’ll be going to the next game anyways. It’s a home game correct?

lhughes_06: it is Miss Di Angelo:) I’m glad you agreed

yn_diangelo: I can’t wait! But for now I have to finish editing my video then upload it so see ya!

lhughes_06: see ya y/n

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“I’m going out on a date with Luke Hughes!” I screamed happily running into the living room where the triplets were. They all looked over at me and I showed them the dms. “You go girl!” Nick shouted giving me a congratulatory hug. After we hugged I sat down on the couch with the three of them. “It’s after their next home game which is tomorrow.” I said happily. “So we’re going to another game?” Matt asked and I nodded. “This is so nerve wracking. What if he doesn’t actually like me?” I asked now in a worried voice. “Listen. If he didn’t like you he wouldn’t have asked you out.” Chris told me grabbing ahold of my shoulders trying to reassure me. I nodded sighing. Everything will go just fine.

A/n: I originally planned for this to be only two parts but I’ve decided to make it into a story!

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiiii!! so u’ve quickly become my fav tumblr user lol. anything with pidge would be great!! any prompts u wanna use is all good with me, i just want more pidge content.

thx sm!! <3

U BETTER STOP RIGHT NOW ANON. I’m so flattered that I’m one of your favs 🥰 that boosts my confidence in my writing soooo much you have no idea. I’m definitely not skipping over a bunch of requests just to write yours first nope not I. So I wrote smthng about Keith and reader being stuck on a planet during a mission and needing rescue and them having a cute bonding moment. I’m gonna do that but with ✨Pidge✨ 🌷Thank you for the request and ENJOY~

Ps: wow. This took me forever to finish. I wrote it in so many pieces over so many days. I’ve been so busy omg this is all over the place…sorry 😌

Listen…Pidge’s calculations may have been the tiniest bit off. You were sent on a mission with them to pick up a specific mineral on a specific planet that will power a new invention Pidge is working on. As their lion approached the surface of the planet, some weird energy source nearby had all of Pidge’s signals glitching out. All of a sudden, the green lion completely shut down and you two had a bit of a crash landing. Now…You’re lost. In space. No way to get back, no way to contact the team. And if Pidge can’t figure out how to get y’all back to the castle, you definitely can’t. Obvi they’re like 1000 times smarter than you.

“Dang…well…we’re stuck here now.” Their words make you panic a bit. Stuck? Geez, for how long? Until when? Wait…Stuck?! In the middle of space all alone???

“Someone will find us eventually.” “You’re not helping, Pidge…”

They’re trying to hide their smile as they silently laugh at you. “First time stuck in space?” “Uhm YEAH?! IM SCARED! YOU’RE NOT???” “Nah.”

Pidge has been there, done that with being lost in space alone. It’s scary but it’s amazing at the same time. Like when Pidge got stuck on that trash nebula, they weren’t scared, just bored until they found a way to distract themselves and eventually get a signal to the team. They just need time to figure it out.

Before you can say any more, they are closing their helmet over their face and offering you a hand. “Let’s go.” They close your helmet over your face and now they’re enthusiastically dragging you out of green and onto the dusty surface of the planet.

Pidge is very smart but also has some ADHD tendencies. This lil babe will squirrel out and go buck wild when it comes to science, technology and space. They can’t stay focused on the topic at hand, there’s too much to look at, too much to think about, too much to talk about.

They are still holding your hand, pulling you along as they ramble on about the pH balance of the air on this planet and the gravity difference compared to Earth and how cool the specific mineral is that they are looking for. Wow, cute little smarty pants just won’t shut up 💚

Plz just pay attention to them. They LOVE the attention they get from you when they say big words and explain complex things you don’t really understand because,

The face you make when you try to follow along with their science rants KILLS THEM. You’re like 😯 trying your best to keep up, it’s too cute.

They love when you say things like “wow” “whoa” “cool” bc then they’re like 😎 “yeah I am pretty wow, whoa and cool, aren’t I?”

Like plz just swoon over their brilliance, that’s all they want. They want to impress you SO BAD. Little do they know they’ve already captured your heart…

So anyways, they are practically running now with you following beside them as they frantically search for the mineral they need.

A beeping catches their attention and they stop abruptly. An excited laugh leaves their mouth as they check a piece of tech on their wrist, similar to a watch but with info about the planet and atmosphere around you.

Pidge is always busting out new gadgets they’ve made and it still surprises you sometimes. “Pidge, what the hell is that?” is a very common phrase that frequently leaves your mouth. They’re always testing out new tech.

“AHAHA!!! (Y/N), guess what?! This whole planet’s crust is the mineral!!! WE CAN GET SO MUCH OF IT!!! Obviously not too much, but OH MY GOD!”

Omfg, now it’s your turn to admire how cute they are when they geek out like this. They’re pretty much jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear, and they still have a hold of your hand.

They always run to the same two people every time they have some cool sciency shit to tell and that’s Hunk and you. As much fun as it is to go on a tangent with Hunk about cool space stuff, they love talking to you about it bc you don’t interject, you just listen and learn.

Their fav part is days later when you mention something they told you about in great detail and they’re just thinking ‘oh my god, you remembered, you learned, you’re so smart. DAMN I ADORE YOU.’

At this point, Pidge is having such a good time with you, they’ve forgotten that you’re both stranded here. They’re holding your hands and you’re smiling so big now and suddenly they can’t come up with words to say rn.

“So…are you gonna tell me how we are gonna harvest some of this stuff or…?” The silence is so loud but Pidge can’t speak, they’re just lost in your eyes and your hand fits so perfectly in theirs and the longer they stare at you, the more red your cheeks become and- “Pidge…are you okay?” Finally, they snap out of it.

This honestly happens way too often with you. Pidge never thought they’d be the type to zone out and start daydreaming about someone but they are just soooo into you, oml. They’re always so focused and in control and calm and collected but you’re just too hot cute, you are such a distraction. They can’t believe that you are so interested in them, it clouds their brain sometimes. They know a lot but one thing they can’t figure out is where they stand with you.

“I’m fine. First things first, we need some help getting off this planet. We need to figure out how to contact the team.”

Just keep in mind… they haven’t let go of you for even a second since you walked out of their lion together 🥹❤️‍🔥

“Hey, what about your watch thingy on your wrist? Couldn’t that help-“ “(Y/N), yes! I forgot about this for a tick! Okay, come on. Give me something to work with….” Finally, they let go of your hand as they poke at the piece of tech on their wrist, their eyes become brighter and wider.

They swiftly pull out their bayard and launch it towards their lion, perfectly wrapping it around their lion’s tail.

“Uhm what are we doing?” “We need to get off this planet.” “WHAT?! I mean I know that, you already said that but-but…how are we gonna do that? Your lion is-“ “Just trust me.” They reach out for your hand once more, the handle of their bayard in their other hand.

They grip your hand tightly and before you can take another breath, they activate their jet pack and you two are whisked away towards the sky.

You’re screaming and Pidge is laughing. They’re such a punk sometimes.

As their bayard reaches its limit in length, Pidge is still grasping your hand tightly as they finally begin to explain just what their plan is.

“The crust of this planet, which is also the mineral we need, is what’s causing interference with all our tech. Except for this, I guess.” They gesture to their wrist. “The further we get away from the surface, the more chance we have at getting a signal to the team. But, the gravitational pull of this planet only goes on for 4.7 miles, which is like waaayyyyy less than Earth’s gravitational pull so I had to keep us tethered or we’d just float off into space.”

Normally you’d find their ranting interesting and endearing but rn you’re just terrified of being this high up from the ground and also terrified of accidentally floating off into space.

They can tell you’re scared so they quickly let go of your hand and link their arm with yours, pulling you in closer. They’re not laughing anymore, they give you a more serious look with a soft smile. “I got you, (Y/N). I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

Although they are the smallest Paladin to ever exist, you make them feel so big and strong. You make them feel like they could fight 100 galra soldiers all on their own. You give them so much confidence and they just want you to trust that they will always protect you. Tho they be small, they are mighty.

“I trust you, Pidge.” Great…you’ve lost them again. All you did was say their name all soft and quiet and they can’t look away from you now.

The lingering eye contact is simple but causes you both to smile and blush uncontrollably. You both look away then look back at each other, your movements in sync which causes you both to laugh.

“You’re really cute. I like you a lot.” The words just sort of slip out of their mouth and before you can even process what they just said, as if on cue, static cuts the silence.

Suddenly, you can hear Allura calling out for you guys through the comms in Pidge’s helmet. “Pidge? (Y/N)? Hello?” “Allura! Geez, are we glad to hear your voice.”

As Pidge gives the princess a run down of what had happened to you guys, you just watch their lips move and watch as they purposefully avoid your gaze. They’re embarrassed of what they just confessed to you and now they’re anxious to hear your reply.

Once the voice in Pidge’s helmet had gone quiet, you finally speak up.

“You like me?” “Huh? Did I say that?” “Yeah, you did. You said I’m cute too.” “Oh wow…uh yeah…I guess I did say that.”

It’s silent again for a moment.

“Do you like me too?” Pidge asks softly now, their whole demeanor has changed. They’re not holding you as close, they’re eyes look full of concern, they’re biting their lip.

“I thought you were a genius..?” They’re a bit taken aback by your response. “It’s not like I haven’t been dropping hints left and right. Of course I like you, Pidge. And I think you’re pretty cute too.”

The next 10 minutes as you two wait for rescue are spent talking and laughing about how you two dummies have been crushing on each other for MONTHS but you were both too scared to say anything to the other.

As soon as y’all are rescued by Shiro and Hunk, they’re both like “oh! You guys finally noticed that you’re both in love with each other? Good. Nice. Took y’all long enough.”

The whole team could see the hardcore pining the whole time. Even Keith was like “I thought y’all were already dating???”

Wow. What a couple cute little dorks you guys are.

[imbored1201]

Gaming Addict

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Summary: Reader has been gaming none stop and Wanda is fed up by it

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Word Count: 725

Warnings: Reader being addicted to gaming, Talks of violence, Talks of Arthur Morgan’s death for all my rdr fans 

A/N: I got inspired after my mom took my ps5 and told me to go outside since all I do is play on it. 

“Y/N, you’ve been playing all day, at least get off to take a walk or something, Steve is already mad at you for missing training” she ranted on as she stood in front of the tv, blocking the screen. You looked around Wanda to make sure you were still alive and kind of zoned out.

“Come on, Wanda” you whined, “I’m doing a mission” you were talking about gta. Wanda didn’t understand why you liked it so much. She always cringed as she watched you drive around like a crazy person running everyone that was in your way over.

“I swear you’ve been playing this for the past two weeks,” she mumbled as she watched you now curious. “Yeah but I’m trying to get 100 percent on all the missions,” you explained. “It’s a huge game Wanda. There's tons of stuff to do,” you mumbled not even taking your eyes off the screen. “But you play it all day. Go outside baby. At least open these curtains,” she got fed up and opened them for you making you wince at the sunlight.

“But-“ she cut you off. “No buts. Get your ass up, turn off this game, get showered, get ready, go eat, we’re going on a walk and I’m taking this away for a week” she said as she unplugged the game with her powers grabbed the console making you whine. “You could have at least let me save my progress” you told her shaking your head, but listening to what she told you.

Wanda waited for you in the kitchen with an angry look, no one bothered to ask her what was wrong knowing exactly what it was and they were terrified it would get her more mad. “To be fair, it comforts her Wanda. Especially when you leave for a mission” Nat explained as Wanda had ranted to her about your gaming addiction.

“How does shooting a bunch of people and running them over comfort someone,” Wanda said confused, making Nat shrug. “Some people don’t see it like that, I mean we all have something we immediately do when we’re upset, and she’s adorable when she rants on about it,” Wanda agreed on that, she loved how your eyes lit up when she asked you to explain something about the game you were playing.

“I don’t mind her playing but I’m putting her on a time limit,” Nat nodded as she watched you walk into the room sad. “Got kicked off,” Nat smirked, making you pout. “Yeah, I don’t even know where she put it,” Wanda got up and took your hand. “You’ll get it back when we get back from our trip” you groaned but nodded as you ate the food placed in front of you. 

During your walk you kept ranting about games. “Gta 6 is coming out in like 2025, hopefully I’m still alive by then,” you mumbled the last part making Wanda smack your shoulder. “What about that zombie game you were crying about,” “The last of us?” Wanda nodded, “The maker said they're working on it but there's nothing else,” Wanda hummed. “I liked the show,” Wanda said, making you look at her surprised. “I thought you didn’t like it, you weren’t interested in it at all,” she shrugged. “I just didn’t get your addiction towards it. You always play these games and cry over them. Especially that cowboy one,” you looked at her offended.

“Arthur Morgan’s death is one of the saddest deaths in gaming history,” you said getting offended, “Everyone who played it cried,” Wanda laughed a bit. “Babe you started crying when the horse died, then when that cowboy died you started crying so hard you couldn’t even breathe” “I loved that horse” Wanda smiled at that, yeah she was annoyed at your gaming addiction, but she found it cute how serious you took it.

Once you got back, you rushed to the room and sat patiently on the bed, Wanda rolled her eyes and went to get your game, she hid it in Nat’s room. When she gave it back, she was surprised that you didn’t plug it in right away. Instead you set it on the floor and looked at her. “Can we watch a movie and cuddle?” she smiled and nodded. She still put you on a time limit though.  

[sunset-bobby]

yesterday i was on the phone with my girlfriend and was singing After Midnight and she asked my if Chappell Roan identified as bisexual and I said no so I believe she’s a lesbian

now we have talked about how she doesn’t know a lot lesbians at our school and that was the conversation before she asked and so she proceed to rant (she did apologize and said she would sound bitter)

but she went on a short rant abt lesbians not being able to have anything without bisexual women and other sapphic women who like men also being included bringing up Sabrina Carpenter’s cover of ‘Good Luck Babe’ and other ppl changing the meaning of the song

and I a woman who likes men and women just stood and listened 😭

she asked if i had an opinion and i said i agree with the statement in regards to good luck babe and i thought Renee Rapp’s sexuality being ignored bc she has mentioned dating guys despite now identifying as lesbian

but then i thought about the bi erasure discourse that has been happening this pride month

i thought about how my gf and a few of her friends used lesbian as an umbrella term for me bc we’re dating and she’s a lesbian so like “you guys are my favorite lesbians” was used a lot until i corrected her a few weeks later (i don’t mind but i didn’t want ppl thinking i was lesbian when im not bc some people are lesbians and ppl refuse to acknowledge that…im pansexual btw

i didn’t really have anything to add last night tho bc i don’t really go into sapphic representation looking for myself so if i see a female identifying character who likes or is dating another female identifying character then i consider that representation for me

also i didn’t think it was my place to debate the validity of her feelings regarding lesbian representation

but I wanted to come here and ask people’s opinions and also if they had any recommendations of sapphic media that particularly focuses on lesbians that i can send her bc she says she struggles to find that (and she doesn’t watch the same things as me lol)

[lostinlewis]

Old Flame ~ Part Four

Rating: M

Words: 3435

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: You learnt so much from your first love but the most important lesson he taught you was how to deal with heartbreak, even if it takes you six years. You were almost there, you almost made it days at a time without thinking about him…that was until he turned up in the most unexpected of places.

The noise from the multitude of paparazzi on the street outside of your apartment grew louder the longer you both lay there as still as possible, as if that would help you disappear from the situation altogether. The louder the noise rose from their innocuous chatter, the stronger the anxiety built inside of you. So many thoughts ran through your mind.

Was it all planned? Did someone set out to humiliate you on purpose? How the hell did they find out where you lived within hours of the story coming out? The most prevalent thought though, could you trust Lewis to not embarrass you again? 

He had been stroking the skin of your arm for a good hour now, whilst you curled into the nape of his neck, both of you laying there in silence. He knew it didn’t matter what he said right now, there were no words to make this situation better, but his small touches were signs of comfort, the only way he knew to comfort you. Despite the fact he had caused this situation, you sought comfort in the warmth of his body, the protection of his stature. He was your security and your reason to need it, ironically. 

There was no worse sound to hear but the vibration of your phone against the top of your bedside cabinet, breaking you both out of your thoughts in an instance. You let out a little groan as the caller's name flashed on your screen, something akin to a warning. Mum. You didn’t want to deal with anything right now, least of all her. You knew you couldn’t convince her you were okay and you also did not want to hear her stick up for him right now. 

“Let me answer it, I will explain what happened so you don’t have to.” Lewis held his hand out for it, you obliged. “You can’t ignore her, babe. She’s worried about you.” 

“No no, she’s fine, I promise.” Lewis answered as your mum’s voice boomed down the phone at him from the moment he answered. There was a good few minutes of silence from his end as he listened to your mum rant at him down the phone, a smile crept on your face, for once she was on your side. “I know and I’m sorry. I never want to hurt her, I promise.” 

Your mum didn’t hold back on the lecturing of him, a little part of you enjoyed it, he deserved someone else telling him how wrong he had treated you. You doubted anyone had ever told him that, most of your friends were originally friends of his so they all naturally took his side after the break up leaving you with practically no one in your corner. 

Lewis left the bed, naked with your phone still glued to his ear, he began pacing around the apartment, you could no longer hear their conversation but it lasted a while. When he returned he handed you your phone. 

“She wants to talk to you.” You screwed your face up at him as he waved it at you, making it impossible for you to refuse. 

“Hi mum.” Your voice was sombre, you hoped she would get the hint and keep the conversation to a minimum.

“Are you doing okay, sweetie?” She didn’t wait for you to answer. “Lewis said he’s really sorry, give him a chance before you make any decisions, you know he loves you.” 

“Mum, it’s fine. You can stop your ‘I love Lewis brigade’ before it even starts. We’re fine, we’re just going to have to deal with this.” 

“Good. Stick with him, he’s a good one.” 

You rolled your eyes at Lewis who was sitting facing you, listening to the whole conversation, the widest smile on his face. 

“Okay mum, bye.” 

“Stick with me, I’m a good one. Wise woman.” He teased you. “We’re fine? We are a ‘we’ now?” 

You rolled your eyes once more, ignoring his question. 

“Her judgement of character has gotten worse over the years, I think I may have to take her to the doctor, she might be going senile.” Lewis tickled your sides as punishment for your teasing of him. “What are we going to do about all of this? About all of them?” 

You gestured to the sea of people below your bedroom window who eagerly anticipated the first image of both of you the morning after the night before. 

“Your mum suggested I get you out of here, I think I should too. Let’s go away, let’s escape this all.” He held your hand as if he could plant the idea in your mind through his touch.

“Go where? I have a job, Lewis. I can’t just drop everything and disappear like you can.” 

“Just for two nights, you can call in sick. Please let me take you away from all of this.” His thumb stroked the top of your hand. “Please.” 

“I guess I am not really ready to face the people at work now anyway, not after those headlines.” You were warming to the idea. “Okay, fine. Two nights. Where were you thinking?” 

“Monaco.”

“No. Absolutely not. No way.” You protested, throwing down his hand and standing up from the bed. 

“Please.” He chased after you, grabbing your hips and swinging you around to face him. “I have to fly back there for business, it’ll be the perfect opportunity for us to spend time alone. Just us two, no outside distractions. No paparazzi, no one watching our every move. Time for me to really focus on…you”

He looked you up and down as his hands held your hips, his tongue rolling across his bottom lip before he took a little nibble of it. His face made it obvious that he was thinking naughty thoughts of you.

“I left that place behind six years ago and I swore to never step foot on the soil again. I can’t do it, Lewis, I won’t.” 

“Baby, please-“

“No, Lewis. I hate that place, I loved it, it was our place but you ruined it. You made me hate it. The thought of being back there, back where everything fell apart makes me feel sick.” 

The look in his eyes was one of despair, the gravity of what he had put you through was evident in you in so many different ways, he would have given anything to take it all back, to make it all better for you but he couldn’t. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat but I can’t. I need to get you out of here, but most importantly we need to be alone, we need to spend time together before my race next weekend, and my apartment in Monaco is the perfect place to do this.” 

He kissed your lips, despite the dramatic frown on your face. “I know it holds the worst memories for you, but it also still holds the best. I am hoping that maybe I can help you remember all of the good times, there were so many good times, way more than bad. I want to make you remember why you loved Monaco, why it was our home.” 

“I can’t-“

“Please, babe. Trust me on this, you won’t hate the place once you’re there. And if you do, tell me and I will fly you back out of there straight away.” 

The anxious knot in your stomach hadn’t loosened, the thought of being there still made you feel sick. You knew you would hate it, you knew that there was nothing Lewis could say or do that would make the sight of it any more pleasant in your mind. It was the place where your life was ruined all those years ago, he didn’t have a time machine to go back and unstick his dick in that girl, there was no way to repair that, so there was no way this wasn’t the worst idea he had ever had. Well, the second worst.  

“Okay, I’ll go.” His smile lit up his whole face. “Two nights only and then I am coming home and never stepping foot in that place again.”

“Thank you baby, you won’t regret it I promise. I’ll charter my jet to leave as soon as possible, you better go and get yourself packed up.”

“You have a jet?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“You don’t have a jet?“ 

You rolled your eyes at his absurdity. 

-

Nothing could prepare you for the intensity of walking through a crowd of people, mainly men, screaming your name as you tried desperately to get to the car Lewis had ordered. He had tried to give you a pep talk beforehand, to explain that all you had to do was keep your head down, your hood up and count 30 steps and you would be at the car. He reiterated that they couldn’t touch you so it would be words more than anything. It didn’t help you face the barrage of their shouts. 

“Lewis! Lewis! Do you have any comments on the story?” 

“Are you two back together?” 

“How does it feel to know he cheated on you once again?“

It took all of your strength to not rise to the questions they shouted at you both. He hadn’t cheated on you, this time, but the mention of it hurt just as much. 

“You did amazing, babe.” Lewis murmured as he stroked the hand he held as the car drove you towards the airport. “In a few hours this will all be in the past.” 

You didn’t reply, you just stared out of the window. You knew that was incorrect, nothing was ever really left in the past, was it?

“This is yours?” You spoke in shock as he led you to the huge plane that sat on the runway of the empty airport. 

“No, silly. I don’t have a jet…anymore. This is just one I hire when I need to whisk a hot woman to my apartment fast.” 

“I don’t know if you are trying to be funny or…”

“I don’t need to try, baby…” He teased as he grabbed your hand and quickened your pace into the jet. 

He didn’t let go of his hold on you until you were seated next to him. You were all alone, apart from the pilot and one member of the cabin crew who assured you both that he would keep in his section away from you so you were to call him if you needed anything. 

The plane had barely taken off when Lewis began to run his hand up your thigh, smothering your neck with kisses. 

“Lewis, we can’t-“

“Why can’t we? We’ve got this place all to ourselves and we have two hours to kill, I can’t think of a better way to do it. “ 

“What if someone-“

“You heard the man, he is leaving us alone for the flight. Let me make you feel good, please.” 

His fingers found their way down past your waistband to rest on your middle. You sighed a heavy sigh when he began playing with you. 

“I just want to make you feel good, baby.” He teased your clit ever so softly with the pad of his middle finger, his kisses made their way up your neck, across your cheek until he met your lips. “I only ever want to make you feel good.”

He whispered against your lips before his tongue found its way to yours, his fingers pushing inside of you at the same time. He caught your moans with his mouth, brushing his lips against yours as he fucked you with his fingers so masterfully he had you at the point of no return within moments. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He begged. “I want to watch you.” 

You did just that, falling apart as his fingers tapped your spot, his thumb circling your clit. You bit down on his lip as your orgasm ripped through your body, he didn’t stop until he made you so sensitive you twitched every time he moved.

For the rest of the plane journey he held your head against his chest, stroking your cheek with his thumb as you both left the chaos behind you and headed to the one place in the world that used to be yours. 

-

Lewis had one of his guys drop off his car at the airport. As you were driving through the streets of Monaco, the roof down on the car, his fingers locked in yours, you felt relaxed for the first time in quite a while. Much to your shock, you didn’t hate Monaco now that you were in it. Every so often he would look over at you in the passenger seat and smile, you could tell he was feeling nothing but content too. He had you home, right where he knew you belonged, if he could freeze time at this moment he would. 

You noticed he purposefully avoided that hotel, something which you were grateful for. Your heart sank the moment you saw where he was pulling into the underground garage of. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“What do you mean? We’re going home?” 

“You still live in the same apartment?!” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as the anxiety built inside of you. You hadn’t even considered the possibility he would still live there. Why would he still live in the same apartment? He had all of the money in the world, why did he not upgrade?

The thought of having to face the place with so many memories, the final ones being awful, made you feel sick once again. A common theme of your time with Lewis, highs and incredible lows.  

“Of course I still live here. Will you please just calm down and give it a chance.” He pulled into his garage and parked his car. “We can go up there and if you’re not comfortable, I will book us a hotel, deal?” 

The amount of compromises you were making for a man who hurt you was really starting to bother you. You weren’t sure what it was about him, you were usually so strong and in control but around Lewis, it was quite the opposite. 

He held tight onto your hand as you walked through the all too familiar hallway. Memories flashed back of the both of you stumbling drunk, stopping every two steps and falling into each other's arms, so in love with each other you needed physical touch at all times. He didn’t notice it, but a smile crept on your face as you thought back to the night he won his first Monaco race. He was so drunk on Champagne, you were too, you almost had sex right outside your door. Almost being the important word, he was too drunk to hold you up against the wall, so instead you fell to the floor the moment you got inside your door. You woke up to a note from a neighbour explaining you had woken them up during the night with your loud noises, you had forgotten to even close the door. You wondered if the neighbour was still there as you passed her door, a small part of you was tempted to knock and say hello. An even bigger part of you was tempted to reconstruct the scene, once you stepped inside the apartment.  

You looked around the apartment, everything about it was exactly the same. The sofa, the bedroom, even the seating area on his balcony was the same. It was as if the apartment froze in time the moment you left it all those years ago. 

“Seriously, you even have the same glasses?” You laughed as you examined every inch of the place. 

“Why replace something that isn’t broken?” Lewis had made himself comfortable fast, changing into only shorts before taking a seat in his spot, the same spot he had claimed in the store as you both chose the sofa years before. “Can you stop looking around and come and sit with me, please?” 

“It’s just so…weird. Being back here, and everything looking the same…” Your eyes still wandered around the room. “I feel like I have gone back in time.” 

“I kept it the same on purpose.” You turned to face him now. “You helped decorate, you helped furnish it, every single room has a piece of you in it. When you left, when it was just me here and you were gone from my life, the only comfort I had was knowing this place had small pieces of you in it.” 

“Lewis, you don’t have to-“

“No, let me finish.” His face was deadpan, unreadable. “This whole place is laced with you. When I’ve had a bad race, the first thing I do is come back here and sit on the balcony and think about the memories we’ve shared here. You might have been out of my life for six years but you have still been the only thing to give me comfort in that time.”

You could only comfort him with a smile. 

“I knew you would come home one day.” He pulled you into him to kiss you. “Ouch!” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“You bit my lip earlier when you-“

“Oh stop being such a baby.” You pulled him on top of you for another kiss.

You made love, again. Twice now Lewis had made love to you like he was too scared to push it too far with you, twice he had almost lost himself whilst inside of you but each time he remembered that he had to take it slow with you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you off. He wanted you to be comfortable with him, used to him, before he took you back to the place he used to take you every time he was inside of you. He was so determined that this time would be different, the sex included. He needed you to know that your feelings came above anything else.

-

You awoke for the first time in a few days all alone, you stretched your arm out to feel for him but all you felt was paper. He had left you a note on his pillow. Who leaves a note nowadays? That’s what phones are for. 

‘Morning beautiful girl, I have a business meeting this morning and I didn’t want to wake you. There’s something waiting for you in the kitchen. Love, L x’

You crawled out of bed to head to the kitchen, the sight of the apartment was still a shock even the morning after. Lewis had ordered you a huge breakfast hamper, it had way more food than you’d be able to get through in a week let alone one morning. You ventured out onto the balcony and stood taking in the scenery, a perfect view of the harbour, as you ate your apple.

It would be so easy to get used to this. 

You were determined to not let yourself get carried away, you had only been back in contact with him for such a short time, it was too soon to even think about anything serious. 

You spent a while on the balcony, people watching and thinking, before your phone vibrated on the table in front of you. 

‘I’m on my way home, baby. I have some news x’

News? What kind of news? You figured it would probably be a new sponsorship of some kind, maybe a new project he was working on?

You wanted to take a shower before he got home, Lewis had made sure it had been a while since you last showered alone and you knew this was your only opportunity to do so. Your cases still hadn’t arrived from the airport yet, so you decided to just grab one of his T-Shirts instead. You rummaged through his drawer, holding a variant of different shirts up against yourself to find one you actually liked. That is when you saw it.

It was the box that first caught your eye, the little emerald box that looked so familiar yet you struggled to place it at first, your heart sank the moment you realised what it was. The ring was the last thing you had left in the apartment, on top of his pillow, before you walked out. The ring that neither of you had even dared to bring up since you reconciled. The ring that Lewis had proposed to you with just a few days before he slept with someone else. 

PART FIVE