#10am me said 'oh wait it's fine'

[tortoisebore]

*updates AO3 every five minutes*

i'm on my very last read-through and then uploading to ao3!!! ✨✨

i was going to just post it last night but i figured my 12am brain wouldn't catch everything that it needed to during a final run-through and boy was i right jhgjkfhgdj there were a several little things that needed to be tweaked that last night me absolutely did not catch lmaoooo

but i'm reading through the final scene right now and then it's go time 👹👹👹👹👹👹 my next post will be the link!!!!

[5sospenguinqueen]

Love You FURever - Toto Wolff x Vet! Reader

Summary: When Toto marries a vet, he realises his life consists of yelling about cars and fostering injured animals.

Fluff. Humour. Pinterest pics.

Requested: Yes by anon. Sorry this is only a small one

F1 Masterlist

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ynwolff some friends from work

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maxverstappen1 sassy and jimmy said they’ve never enjoyed a vet visit so much

→ ynwolff bring them back anytime! such lovely cats

user toto’s plan to get max to mercedes is by making his wife befriend his cats liked by ynwolff

→ user ahah she liked. she’s so funny

lewishamilton roscoe says he can’t wait for his check-up

→ ynwolff i can’t wait to see my sweet boy

→ georgerussell63 i miss when i was your sweet boy

→ ynwolff i’ve been around you too long. you stopped being my sweet boy last year

albon_pets any room for more friends?

→ ynwolff there’s always room for f1 pets

→ user this just makes me think she set up her own clinic purely so she could look after the f1 animals

→ user agreed because she attends every race where a pet is so she can be on hand for them

charles_leclerc this is my sign to get a dog

→ user yes! charles dog dad era needed

mercedesamgf1 i thought we were friends… but you haven’t visited us for ages :(

→ ynwolff don’t make me tell my husband that you’re emotionally blackmailing me

→ mercedesamgf1 he told us to (and there’s no proof if we delete the comment)

→ ynwolff (i have it printed out)

→ user omfg she’s defo the funniest wag

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work

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ynwolff tell him not to look so serious. he’ll scare the children

→ totowolff my love, i can see your comments.

→ ynwolff when did you do this? why do you follow mercedes and your drivers and not ME!

→ user toto sleeping on the couch later liked by ynwolff

kimi.antonelli 😊

user i hope he’s trying to figure out how to fix the shit box that is the W15

user he’s such a grandpa with his tied sweaters

→ totowolff i am not a grandpa.

→ ynwolff so when you were complaining about your back aching and begging for a rub?

→ user i bet he doesn’t act like a grandpa at home, that’s how they ended up with a 6 year old

→ georgerussell63 guys, he can see these comments now fyi

user definitely the hottest team principal liked by ynwolff

→ totowolff with the hottest wife.

→ user omg they’re so down bad for each other that he’s breaking pr rules for her

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wolffcare boss of the month

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ynwolff i paid them to post this. literally

→ wolffcare that only makes it like 5% less true

roscoelovescoco vets of thes years

charles_leclerc leo is looking forward to his first trip to the vets tomorrow

maxverstappen1 would recommend

lewishamilton 10/10

alex_albon the cats are begging me to make them fat so they have a reason to come visit you

→ ynwolff stop feeding them cheese

user why are all the f1 drivers here?

→ totowolff because this is my wife.

→ user when he claims you

→ user girl bffr

→ user starting to feel like toto only made an insta so he could join the drivers in praising her online

mercedesamgf1 if the w15 was an animal, we would trust you with it more than toto

→ totowolff my office. monday. 9am.

→ mercedesamgf1 crap

→ ynwolff they were complimenting me, my love

→ totowolff fine.

→ totowolff @/mercedesamgf1 make that 10am.

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ynwolff my best friends for the weekend

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user omg the fact that she cropped out toto

totowolff liebling, are we no longer friends?

→ ynwolff you left your wet towel on the bed again so no

→ user oh so it’s not just my husband

→ user even millionaires piss off their wives

→ totowolff *billionaire.

roscoelovescoco my favourites grand prixs buddy

→ ynwolff my favourite bulldog

georgerussell63 offended that i’m not in this

→ ynwolff toto, your child is pestering me again

→ lewishamilton actually, i’m a little offended that I’m not in this either but bono is

→ ynwolff omg lewis i’m so sorry. i'll dedicate a whole post to you this weekend

→ georgerussell63 wow

user jack is so cute. he’s the perfect combination of toto and yn

→ totowolff yn did a great job, didn’t she?

→ ynwolff stop trying to convince me to have another

→ user omg he’s trying to get her to have more!

mercedesamgf1 we love having the three of you in the garage. brings us more luck

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totowolff gentleman, if you fall in love with a vet, she will give you the best family. but far too many animals in your home

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mercedesamgf1 the cutest family 🩵

lewishamilton is this the puppy that was going to be put down?

→ totowolff yes. yn rescued him and i couldn’t say no.

georgerussell63 so that makes one child, three cats, two hamsters, two cows and a puppy. what’s next?

→ ynwolff i really want a pig but toto says he doesn’t like the noise :(

→ user isn’t he trying to get you to have another baby? how is that noise okay?

albon_pets we should open up a zoo together

→ totowolff don’t give her ideas!

charles_leclerc omg when can we meet him!?

→ ynwolff he’ll be at the next couple of races

f1wags what a lovely picture of yn and jack

ynwolff you shouldn't call your son an animal. he’s only a little feral. he gets that from you

→ totowolff i watched you tear into a steak yesterday. not sure i’m the cause.

→ ynwolff uh, you were the cause of my craving for steak

→ totowolff who knew getting you pregnant made you such a carnivore.

→ user pregnant?!

→ user baby #2?!?!

→ user definitely not a grandpa

→ ynwolff toto!

→ totowolff this is why i didn’t want an instagram!

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Requests open! Now include Franco Colapinto and K Mag

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[lovexjoe]

can you write a vacation sex for jacob please❤️

Vacation Love 

Jacob and Y/N was captivated by the scenery of Cancun from their ocean view dinner. He missed her so much while filming it was the longest they been away from each other since they started dating back in 2018. Y/N was getting more gigs from clothing and makeup companies so she’s been filming her own content almost everyday. After he wrapped up filming, he laid in his hotel room, flipping through his photos of them. Two months without each other was brutal. He missed her touch, her scent and mostly her love. He booked a surprise trip without even asking her, hoping she doesn’t have any work related projects for the next week. 

He sends her a text, knowing it’s 1am in London right now. 

“You and Me? Cancun Mexico! 👩‍❤️‍👨Your plane is booked, better start packing ✈️ is at 10am. Can’t wait to see you, my love 😍 ” 

That risky text was the best one he has sent yet. All her projects weren’t due for the next 2 weeks so he had all of her attention. She hopped on the flight now here they were. After a long day of ATVing, ziplining and swimming in cenotes. They were 4 tequila shots in and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The waitor cleared out their plates and they continue to enjoy their drinks. 

“I’ve missed you so much, I feel like I’ve said it a million times since you landed. But it’s true.” He intertwines your fingers, just the slightest touch was giving you fanny flutters. You missed him THAT bad. You started to rub your leg against his and he clears his throat. 

“Babe, don’t you still want dessert?” He tries to maintain a straight face, but he biting back a big smile. 

“I do, but I rather have you instead…” You give him the most seductive look he couldn’t think of anything else except 

“Waitor! Check please.” 

He scans the hotel card and he waste no time pulling you into the room. He lips meeting yours, the both of you hungry for each other. Two months was too long. 60 days without each other’s touch, you could say you two were desperate and that’s totally fine. That’s what comes with being in love. His beard tickles your neck as he bites and sucks on your sweet spot. 

He sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap and facing you towards the floor length mirror. Pulling your dress up, revealing you had no panties on the entire time and he smirks. 

“Fuck you look so good baby. I missed this pussy.” He gives your pussy a slap causing you to gasp. His palm hitting your clit was a different sensation. The liquor consumed at dinner was taking over and the yearning for each other was too. He spreads your legs out wider using his legs as you lay your head against his chest. His slowly starts to play with your clit, then slipping two fingers inside earning a moan. 

“Watch yourself baby. You are a sight to see” He already has you dazed, you open your eyes and oh my was he right. It was a sight to see. He continues to work his fingers inside you, bringing you to your first orgasm. Nothing compares to his touch, not your fingers or toys. You removed your dress fully before straddling him. 

“I think it’s time you watch closely, cause you’re a sight to see my love” This is the first time you’ve left Jacob speechless. You slipped his pants and boxers off: ripping his button up open. Both of you laughing as you hear the buttons hit the floor. You positioned yourself and slipped him in, earning a moan from him. 

“Fuckkk Y/N” you looked behind at the mirror as he spreads your cheeks taking in the glory of your tightness around him. 

“Baaabyyy you’re stretching me out” You hold onto him and you start to bounce faster. 

“I missed you baby... uhhh fuck just like that!” he gives your ass a slap as he watches you through the mirror. He doesn’t think he can hold on for long. He holds you close as he fills you up with his release. Both of you sweaty and panting against each others skin. 

“Round 2?” Y/N says causing Jacob to laugh. 

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[natashaslittlegirl]

The contract - Romanoff's Assistant

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: It's your first day working in Romanoff's Company

Boss ! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant ! Reader

Warnings: none

Natasha Romanoff's Masterlist RA Masterlist RA Account Chapter II aesthetic

This morning hits different, you got up earlier than usual. You start dressing yourself up with your choosen outfit from the night before, well, from friday when you got back from the interview actually. Dress pants and black shirt, leather boots and as always your beige coat, it's your lucky charm, but don't say anything because otherwise it won't work.

You leave your apartment but not before feeding and giving Lena lots of kisses, this cat is going to be the death of you because of so much cuteness. So little and cuddly. You love when she comes and sits on your lap purring for you to caress her, so delicate, you love her.

You're walking along the avenues, luckily you're not that far from the coffee shop or work now. You make a quick stop, look at your applewatch, 7:45am, you still have time. Kate smiles at you when she sees you arrive. "Morning, girl! The usual?"

"Yes, please, and a coffee with almond milk, extra hot without sugar and the cup 70% full, please."

"So you remembered Romanoff's request, huh?" she looks at you with mischief in her eyes, oh, you certainly forgot to mention, that she already knows you have a little, not so little, crush on Miss Romanoff, that's why the look. You remember your call from friday evening.

While you waited for your lasagna to heat up, you grabbed your phone and dial Kate. "I got the job!" she screamead and you had to move the device away, otherwise it would make you deaf.

"No way, you little lucky ass!"

"Yes, I don't even know how, what if it goes wrong?" you start to doubt, "Miss Romanoff said one mistake and I'm screwed, help."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N, you'll do fine, relax." Well yeah, you don't even started yet. "I imagine you've had your eye on her." 

"I mean, could you blame me? She's beautiful." Miss Romanoff is beautiful indeed.

"She's hot," so hot "you already have a crush on her, don't you?"

"I can't lie to you."

You two talked a little more until a line of customers formed and Kate can't make six coffees at the same time, you doubt it.

"Kate," you let out a sigh, "I'm her assistant, the first thing I have to do in the morning is get her coffee, also, so do you."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." she says as she prepares the coffees. You hand her the money and look at you watch again before she pass them to you, 7:53 am, shit, you need to hurry.

"Thank you Kate!" she waves back and you walk out as fast as possible, god these boots are not for rushing. But you got into the building and reached the elevator on time, 7:58am.

Fuck, hurry up, please. You mentally said to yourself, cursing the machine. You got to the twenty-seventh floor at 8 o'clock, ugh on time. You leave the coffees on your desk and wait for Miss Romanoff to show up.

You turn on the computer and go through the agenda, it's already organized so you don't have to do much. Not even five minutes pass and Miss Romanoff makes her entrance, how can this woman look like this at eight in the morning?

"Good morning, Miss Romanoff," You get up from your chair and grab her coffee, "I brought you coffee." she looks at you up and down as she takes the cup, taking a sip of coffee with a smirk on her face.

"So, coffee the way I like, you're on time and you're presentable."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

She goes on her way to her office and you go yours to the desk. You continue making appointments in the agenda and suddenly it's already 10am, how fast. You see that Miss Romanoff has a charity event offered by the Stark family and needs confirmation, you write the event in the agenda, the computer and on a post it in front of her, to much, huh? Interrupting your thoughts, you get a call saying Miss Romanoff is needed on the 5th floor.

You head to her door office, you can't see inside but you know she can sees you. knock twice waiting for her to let you in. "Come in" you hear her say and you walk into her office closing the door behind you.

"Miss Romanoff?" she looks up from her and scans you.

"Yes, Y/N, what's up?"

"I wanted to inform you that this Friday you've a charity event offered by the Stark family, it requires confirmation and they need you now on the 5th floor" You say and wait for her response.

"Thank you, confirm my invitation and yours too and call the 5th floor, tell them I'm coming, look for me in fifteen minutes, I'm busy and I don't want to waste time." She stops and takes some papers with her, you step aside and open the door for her to leave, you see her go to the elevator and disappear once it closes the doors. You send the confirmations to the event, but you didn't know that you'll have to go. 

When trirteen minutes pass you call the elevator and play the 5th floor to get Miss Romanoff back, you arrived and started to looking for her in the hallways. She didn't said where you were suposed to look for her. Passing the cubicles separated by glass panels, a woman comes out and you take the opportunity to ask her about Miss Romanoff.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Miss Romanoff's new assistant, can you tell me where she is? She needs to attend to an important call."

"Hi, I'm Debbie, nice to meet you. Yes, she's down the hall with Lou, the accountant."

"Thank you very much, it's a pleasure for me too" you walk to the end until you find the accountant's office, knock twice and wait for the order to enter. You hear gasps and don't want to imagine what they are doing inside. You hear a 'come in' and take a deep breath before going inside, for your surprise, Miss Romanoff is sitting in front of the accountant's desk and the other woman is standing serving two glasses of water.

"Y/N, what's up?" She turns her head around to look at you.

"Miss Romanoff, you have an important call, they said it can't wait." She rolls her eyes, is she kidding?

"Y/N, this is Lou, our accountant" She points the other woman and then you, "Lou, she's Y/N, my new assistant." 

"Nice to meet you, Miss" 

"The pleasure is mine, darling." She smiles at you, making you gulp, Miss Romanoff therefore, looks at the other woman and rolls her eyes again. She gets up from her chair and walks out with you. You both reach the elevator and go to your respectives offices.

You spent the rest of the day reviewing plans, events, and trips. Schedule and rearrange appointments for tomorrow and when you look at the clock it's already 5pm, you hear Miss Romanoff calling you into her office.

"You called me, Miss Romanoff?" You stand halfway at the door.

"Yes, come in and close the door." You do what she says and stay standing in front of her desk, you just hope you didn't do anything wrong. You feel nervous remembering that everyone must be leaving by now. Well you don't think you'd done anything wrong.

"I want to talk to you about something, Y/N," you gulp "sit down."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." You do what she says and sit with your legs crossed.

"Don't be afraid, you didn't do anything wrong. I called you so we can talk about the contract, payment, schedules, and I need some confirmations from you." She grabs one of the two folders in front of her and hands it to you.

You open it and the first thing you see is my salary, you don't know if you're dreaming or if you're seeing things wrong but here it says 120k, you didn't even think that the assistants earned that much, you expected 60k at the most.

"Miss Romanoff?"

"Yes, Y/N." you look at her

"Is this amount serious?"

"Yes, do you prefer monthly or fortnightly?" oh god I can't believe it.

"Monthly? I thought it was yearly," you whispered under your breath, "Monthly is fine, Miss Romanoff." She noted something in her folder, which you guess must have the same documents as your.

"Okay then, go to page three," You turn to the page and read, your schedules Mon-Fri 8am-5pm, Sat 9am-1pm, lunch break one hour, any time you choose. "Are your schedules okay with you?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

"Perfect, we already have the basics confirmed. I need you to tell me if you are willing to go on business trips, go to events, meetings and all this kind of thing. Everything is detailed on page 5 onwards, you don't have to answer me now, tomorrow you can bring me the signed folder with what you can do and what not. You will also have a card in your name for expenses that we make on trips and for the clothes that I ask you to wear, is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff, all clear"

"You can go, Y/N." You got up from the chair, grab the folder and go to your office, find your handbag, put on your beige coat and walk to your apartment.

You arrived and left everything on the table in front of the couch, You went to your room to take off your clothes, take a shower and put on your pyjamas, the black short silk with lace edges, you love it, it is very confy.

There is nothing you like more than a relaxing shower, leaving there smelling like vanilla, how nice. You go back to the kitchen. It's 8:45 p.m. dinner time. You open the fridge but you find it empty, you must've forgot to do the groceries again, well, pizza will be. You order and while you wait for the delivery you go to pour yourself a glass of white wine. You receive the pizza, pay and go to the couch and find Lena in a super adorable position, picture worthy, she's very cute.

While you eat, you read the contract, it seems like a very good offer, obviously you're going to take it.

Passport. Yes

Travel in the country. Yes

Travel abroad. Yes

You keep reading and you find everything reasonable, you ended up marking everything 'yes' and you send Kate if you have a work trip if she can take care of Lena.

Kate ☕

Of course I'm going to take care of that adorable little kitten

Great, one less thing to worry about.

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[geminibsworld]

porn!star William bonney gets a new scene partner.

tags: no minors, smut, pure porn, fluff (lil bit), angst, daddy kink bc y not maybe some innocence obvi but ya

it's the summer of 1980, porn was the ultimate career that anyone could get settled in. especially, if you're hot. Paris, adjusted her white tank pulling it down hoping to impress someone. she sat in a kind of dingy office, many men and women were around her. Paris had never done anything like this before, in fact she was a virgin. but loads of other girls make money this way, and she's interested in trying something new.

"Paris Smith?" her name was called, she stood up and walked confidently towards the door. in she walked into a tan room, a woman and a man sat in there.

she noticed a camera behind them, as she sat on the couch nervous. she picked at her nails, staring at them, they were talking about her.

"alright, sweetheart," the man spoke, he looked young. he was beautiful, blue eyes, long wavy hair, and the prettiest pink plump lips.

"lemme see your tits, baby," his voice interrupted, she took off her shirt. the man and the girl both looked at each other. his face, with a smirk.

"those are real right?" the woman asked, writing something down. Paris nodded her head before speaking.

"yes ma'am, I've had no work done," Paris smiled, quickly. the man nodded slowly.

"got some nice legs," he mumbled," take em off for me. real slow." his eyes pouring into hers. the woman was writing stuff down, watching you through her glasses at the top while the man never took his eyes off of her.

she turned around unbuttoned her shorts, before bending over and pulling them down, slowly. she turned her head to look at them, the man was admiring her almost. he thought she was gorgeous, how'd she get here? her tan skin dark against the white panties she had on, a pink bow sat on top of her panties, they were high cut. he shook his head looking down at the paper.

-tan

-young

-blonde

he only had three notes about this girl. he nodded at the woman next to him. she nodded, a tight lip smile.

"we'll call you,"

☆

she huffed on her cigarette, anxiously waiting for the call. it's been three days, she wanted to know what was going on. something, anything. the phone rang, she ran towards the kitchen grabbing the yellow phone off the wall her hair flying.

"hello?" she asked, hopeful but nervous.

"Hi, is this Paris smith?" a woman asked, sounding cheerful.

"yes, ma'am. can I ask who this is?" Paris asked, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"yes this is, Karen. we met the other day," she started, "I wanted to contact you to let you know we've made a decision. "

"oh okay," Paris gulped, she wanted this.

"we've decided to take you on! you'll be with the man you met the other day. he'll be your scene partner most of the time. they call him, billy the kid. ya know the cowboy?" she laughed, shuffling playing in the background. Paris grinned, and did a small happy dance before responding.

"okay, awesome, when do I start?" Paris asked, trying not to sound too happy. that man she met the other day, made her feel some type of way plus he was hot.

"hold on, sweetheart. I have to get you introduced, a solo scene or two," Karen said, chewing on a piece of gum now.

"okay," she gulped now nervous, she's never done anything like this before. she's a virgin and and she's never touched herself so she can't imagine, she was fine because sex looked easy but that's different being on her own.

"so william, aka billy, is thirty years old okay? hope you don't mind too much, he was quite fond of you," Paris blushed, she thought he was her age.

"you've had sex before right?" Karen asked, Paris looked around before nodding.

"yes maam," Paris mumbled into the phone. Karen was sitting in the same room with William, he was listening to their conversation. he smirked, he knew she was a virgin.

'liar' he mouthed at Karen, she rolled her eyes ignoring him.

"okay sweetheart, come in tomorrow at 10am and we'll talk okay,"

☆

Paris stood outside at a cheap motel, she grimaced to herself and looked around. hookers and drug deals all around her, she felt excited and it was only ten am. she double checked the paper that had the address and room number on it, she looked around before walking to the left side checking a few doors before climbing the stairs and finding the room. before she could knock, a naked girl ran out bawling her eyes, holding her clothes close to her chest. her eyes in shock as she looks inside a film crew and a bed, was really that was in there. she gulped feeling nervous, then seeing him. he smiled a welcoming smile before saying,"hope you're not taking her place yet, you ain't ready for this honey," he rasped, he wanted to see her reaction. she gulped, blinking her eyes slowly looking away. he laughed, her cheeks felt warm.

"you don't know what I'm ready for actually," Paris snapped, feeling annoyed this man is undermining her.

"ooh did I upset you?" he stood tall over her, she just now noticed he was shirtless, his chest and arms toned with a perfect size waist. her eyes searched his face before looking at his chest, again.

"no,-" before she could finish, she bumped into the bed and fell. she looked up at him, he crouched slowly not breaking eye contact.

"no, what?" he asked, brows furrowed slightly, his gaze seemed softer as he reached out to touch her hair. two fingers grabbed the ends pulling gently, then letting go.

"oh my God you're here! William leave that poor girl alone, you're not workin with her just yet," Karen walked up to her grabbing her hand and pulling her to the small bathroom.

Paris' cheeks were red, and William knew it. he smirked to him, watching her long legs take her away. she caught a quick glance, back at him. his eyes racking her body, before their eyes met and the bathroom door shutting.

"put on this white set, goes with your innocence then when you're done come out and we'll decide if you need some make up," Karen said eyeing her, "by the looks of you though, we won't need it,"

Karen shut the door behind her, leaving Paris alone. her long wavy honey locks reached her mid back, she looked at herself in the mirror feeling nervous and scared. she swallowed the feeling as her heart thumped hard in her chest. she sliding off her shorts then her tank top, sliding off panties. luckily she wore no bra, she slid the new white panties up her legs. high cut. she thought, she put the white lacy bra on. she noticed pink bows on the waist band, and in between the cups. Paris noticed how the white looked against her tan skin, she loved how it made her look. she grinned, looking at herself in the mirror. she turned around flipping her hair over her shoulder, she looked at her back and down. she looked hot, she thought.

a knock on the door, interrupted her. she opened it, Karen grinned and whistled slightly.

"you look so beautiful, doesn't she boys?" she pulled her out by her frail hand, Paris giggled as Karen spun her around. the men nodded, but William did nothing. he stared at her, before swallowing and looking away. Paris was kind of disappointed, she felt hot she wanted to know she looked hot.

"alright, let's see what you got. just touch yourself, and look at the camera okay? look pretty, and have fun." Karen led Paris to the bed, different sheets lay on the bed with different blankets. a white silk sheet, Paris crawled on the bed sitting on her calves. she watched as William stood farthest away, still sneaking glances.

"will is gonna watch, since he'll be your partner for the most part, and but if you want him to leave, just say so. you're the boss," Karen said, close to Paris, tapping her shoulder comfortingly.

"alright, andddd action!" Paris frozen but nodding to herself, she laid down on her chest on the bed. propping her ass up, arching her back. Paris flipped her hair to the side, before rolling over to her back. one of the cameramen picked up another camera getting a different angle, scanning down her body. she stared straight at the camera, she smirked biting her lip sliding her hand down to between her thigh whimpering touching herself ever so slightly. Paris sat up slowly, bending over her cheek laid on the pillow, her ass and pussy facing the camera, as she began rubbing herself. she was so into it, she didn't know what was going on. tom watched as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy, his cock hardened at the sight. what a star, he thought. he watched as Paris slid her panties down her legs, the other camera getting a close up as she ran her fingers between her wet folds. she moaned before sticking in one small finger gasping before doing another. William watched as his dick felt like it was about to explode. wet sounds squishing as she plunged her small fingers in and out of her, her body lay flat as she clawed at her tits. she cried out, pulling her now soaked fingers into her mouth sucking on them. she winked into the camera before their eyes met, her mischievous grin dropped and her cheeks turned before Karen handed her a robe covering her. everyone else started talking, looking at footage, or taking a smoke break.

"I can't believe I did it," Paris giggled to Karen as they smoked outside, the robe fell off of her shoulder before william walked out. he gestured for Karen to leave as paris' hair blew in the wind as she watched the palm trees blow around. the sky was Grey and the ocean wrecked the sand. Paris smiled at the view, before she noticed Karen wasn't there. william sat next to her, staring out.

"pretty ain't it?" his voice deep, Paris nodded.

"listen honey, If we're gonna work together I'm gonna need you to stop playing this nervous act. you can be innocent or whatever but we're gonna have to be cool before your pretty self sits on my cock," he sighed, looking over at her. she snapped her head towards him, he shrugged.

"I'm just sayin, honey," Paris was upset. how could be such an asshole? she thought, or well she thought she was thinking.

"I'm not the asshole, I'm being realistic. it may be porn but I try to enjoy it and you should too." william snapped, Paris scoffed. William looked over at Paris with a look of disgust.

"then why the hell was that girl crying when I got here?" Paris crossed her arms over her chest, Williams eyes went down to her perfect tits before laughing.

"because of an orgasm, I gave her. fucked her, stretched her, tasted her, she came everytime. the last time she started crying her eyes out saying,' I can't, no more,' " he rolled her eyes, shrugging, "one day soon that'll be you,"

"you won't be able to make me cum," she spat at him, brows furrowed as she puts out her cigarette smashing it into the metal fence.

"and for the record, I'm doing this for money. not for pleasure," she said, bitterly. William sucked in a breath before stepping over to her, towering over her small frame. she stood stall, not faltering. he smirked down at her, his hands gently reaching for the belt around her robe before pulling it open. the robe exposed her perfect body, she gasped trying to close it before william held it wide open only towards him though.

"I'll show you pleasure, babygirl," his voice rough and deep, "and you'll still get that money, maybe even more. I'll show ya how it's done," his eyes racked her body, over and over. taking in every detail.

he closed her robe back up, her mouth agape at him. he grinned, before saying, "baby, close your mouth before I close it for you," he laughed in her face, turning to walk away before saying,"you're a real star, by the way,"

☆

"I can't believe him! of course, he's just a cocky asshole," Paris groaned into her bed, her roommate laughed.

"emphasis on cock, girl you're lucky. I've seen a couple of his films, and he is good. you can tell it's real," her friend, Rachel, grinned mischievous. Paris sighed, sitting up. maybe she should watch something of his so she knows what to expect?

"do you still have those films?" Rachel smirked, giggling.

"yes girl! they're hot as hell, here I'll get em," Paris sat up, her shorts wedging slightly and her big tshirt falling off her shoulder. Paris laid on her stomach waiting for Rachel, she thought about William. he was so hot, but twelve years older. Paris is freshly eighteen, it's a bit weird, but at least it's legal. she couldn't help but laugh out loud at her thoughts as Rachel entered.

"alright girl, I got billy the man and cowboy, which one?" Paris thought about it, cowboy seemed good to her but so did billy the man.

"you pick, you've seen em," she shrugged, Rachel nodded putting in a vhs. the screen went blue before turning black, then it opened to a scene.

william was in a bar, he was dressed as a cowboy. tight blue button up, with tight brown pants with cowboy boots, and a hat. Paris watched as he threw back a shot before the bar tender asked, "what else you'll be having?" it was a woman, she wore her dress low with heavy make up and big hair.

"you," suddenly William grabbed the woman and picked up the woman, as she placed kisses on his neck. he carried her over to a booth as he laid her down on her stomach, he yanked up her dressed before crouching down. he spread her cheeks open, before spitting on her pussy. he then quite literally devouring her, his tongue swirling around her clit, sucking on it, back to swirling his tongue up and down she pressed herself down on him. he spanked her, hard.

"mhm, no," he mumbled into her, pulling away. her moans and whimpers stop, as he pulls himself out of his pants.

"he's huge, rachel," Paris gaped, Rachel laughed clapping her hands. Paris watched as he fucked the shit out of that woman, she was screaming and clawing at him before he grabs her wrists planting them above her head. he leaned down to the woman's ear, whispering.

"such a fucking slut, you like that?" he plunged into her from the back, her screams loud as william moans.

"fuck, suck me now," he breathed, pulling out her hole clenching one last time.

Paris couldn't help but think about the aching feeling between her thighs. she was soaking, so wet than she'd ever been. surely, soaking through her shorts. she crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs against her heat. she couldn't help but wish that was her. the woman swallowed his largely endowed member almost all the way, she watched as William through his head back in pleasure. eyes screwing shut, as he came into her mouth. he pulled out of her mouth, a string of cum following.

then it ended, Paris knew she was fucked. she was so horny, she told her roommate she was going to bed before turning on the other film and touching herself. she came several times that evening, she washed her sheets and took a shower.

☆

she was at a party hosted by the industry, she walked in a tight short black dress, and some heels. music bumped, people were doing coke, smoking weed, or just simply having a good time. Paris sat in the corner, before she noticed a man coming up to her.

"hey, I'm jessie," his southern accent smooth, she nodded and shook his hand that he put out almost instantly.

"paris," she nodded, she sipped her champagne looking around for anyone or anything.

"I love your new tape, you're gonna be a star," Jessie said, closer to her. Paris gulped, extremely anxious.

"yeah, she is a star." Paris knew that voice, it was him. she watched as Jessie nodded before walking away, Paris scoffed grabbing another glass downing it.

"woah, slow down, baby," william laughed, she glared at him. of course, he came over to be an asshole.

"why did you come over here?" Paris quipped at him, he shrugged grabbing a glass of champagne and sipping on it. his blue green eyes racking her up and down. he wanted to tease her.

"oh no reason, you look good tonight. not as innocent of course. white is more your color," he smirked, stepping closer. Paris looked up at him, smirking. two can play at that game she thought.

"yeah, well, billy the man, you look good as a cowboy," her pink lips etched into a grin, his knees felt weak. he arched up one eyebrow.

"why do you think I said you look good in white?" he asked her, his fingers gently touching her brushing her hair out of the way. his fingers touched her colar bone, chills appeared on her skin. she looked down, before gulping and replying.

"I've seen why they call you billy the man, and let's just say, I touched myself to you and creamed everywhere," she smirked at him, his dick hardened, as her panties filled. she cleared her throat, stepping back from william. the rock music played, lowly. the party had died down, they both didn't even notice, william, grabbed Paris pulling her away.

"where are we going?" Paris asked, nervously william ignored her. pulling her into a broom closet. he pushes her upgainst the wall, she gasps. her back to the wall as William stood over her. looking down, his eyes much darker.

"to show me, what'ya got," he leans down and kisses her, his lips enveloping her into him. her hands unsure where to go, slowly going up his chest, william impatiently places her hands up in his long wavy hair. his hands racking up her body, pushing up her dress, his toned arms picking up her from under her thighs shoving her deeper into the wall. she moaned into him as he started sucking on her neck, licking, and kissing. she cried out, he placed a hand over her mouth.

"shhh, be quiet, honey," he grinded, into her. she soaked against his crotch. surely leaving a wet spot on his pants, william didn't care. he wanted to feel her.

he grinded his hardened self into her, she threw her head back in pleasure whimpering into his ear, he moaned quietly. no girl ever made me feel like this and he wasn't even inside of her.

"fuck, baby, so wet for me." he rubbed her clit, her juices coating his fingers, he rubbed with his two fingers, in circles wanting her to cum.

"fuck, will- " he stopped her placing a hand over her mouth, "daddy, I want you to call me daddy,"

Paris suddenly feel like she couldn't control herself anymore. her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she shook and clenched around nothing. he pulled her hand out of her panties, pulling his fingers into his mouth sucking her juices off holding eye contact.

"that was easy," he mumbled into her ear, amusement in his voice. he sat her down, before looking down at his pants, a wet spot right on his crotch. he didn't care, he honestly wanted to inhale the scent. Paris sat there unsure of what to do, clearing her throat. he planted a wet kiss to the side of her head. she shook her head.

"what about you?" she asked,quietly. he smirked, laughing.

"what about me? you want my dick in your mouth that bad?" he asked, scanning over her body again walking slowly towards her. her back hit the wall, again. she looked up at him, nodding.

"well, I came. do you not need to?" she asked, almost innocently. Williams cock was hard, too hard. he did need to cum, but he'll save it for their scene together.

"nah, I'm good,thank you though," he smiled quickly opening the door, he stopped. Paris peaked around seeing, Karen. fuck, they both thought.

Karen had her arms crossed, with a annoyed look on her face. it was obvious things happened between the two, no doubt.

"seriously? can't keep your dick in your pants for five fucking minutes?" Karen spat, then looking at Paris before sighing.

"come on, let's get you home. will, you and I will have to talk."

☆

"save it for the cameras," Karen crossed her arms, "seriously. you don't need feelings getting involved,"

William scoffed, rolling his eyes before puffing on his cigarette. Karen stared at him disappointment, and slightly disgust.

"she's fine, we were just having a bit of fun," he didn't make eye contact with her, Karen groaned at him.

"she's young, will! she's practically a child who just so happens to be of legal age. you all have different mindsets, she's eighteen and you are a literal grown man. she is your scene partner, not your own flesh light." Williams nostrils flared, smashing his cigarette into the railing.

"oh my god, all you ever do is complain! she's young and? I was helping her out, is all. she threw herself at me, and yeah. I was into it, " william seethed stepping towards Karen, her back pressed against the railing, the salty air blowing.

"but, maybe I started it and I wanted it, wanted more." Karen pushed him back, glaring hard at him.

"save it for the fucking cameras or else," Karen walked away, her tight bun becoming unraveled slightly, her cotton blue suit feeling tighter than normal.

☆

Paris was mad at William, she could've lost her job. she got $75 for her solo scene which is the most they give out at the time, she was satisfied with herself. she was cleaning the apartment, music played as she danced around the apartment. the phone rang, she ran into the kitchen grabbing it.

"hello?" she asked, it was quite till she heard him .

"hey honey, I need you today," william spoke, she rolled her eyes.

"for work?" she asked, william chuckled.

"yes, doll. Karen told me to call for her," Paris felt unsure, what if he was just tricking her.

"can I talk to karen?" she asked, almost embarrassed.

he scoffed before replying, "you don't trust me honey,?"

before she got to reply, she heard Karen's voice. she felt better knowing she was talking to karen about work rather than him.

"hey sweetheart I'm sorry it's so short notice but I need you to be here within the hour, come to this address okay?" Paris nodded writing down the address, nervousness bubbling in her. she was finally going to fuck billy the man. Paris felt like her heart was going go explode out of her chest in the back of the taxi. her nails pressing into her palms as hard as she could, her jaw was clenched and she stared out of the window. she passed palm tree after palm tree, looking out at the beach. the taxi came to a stop, they were at the beach entrance. her eye brows furrowed.

"we're here," the driver spoke, gruffly eyeing her from the rear view mirror. she handed him a twenty, before stepping out. the taxi pulled off fast, her sundress moving around her thighs. she walked down to the entrance, her flip flops covered in the hot sand. she couldn't help but smile at the salty air. the sun was beating down on her, she kept walking till she spotted Karen of course yelling at William.

"where is she!? the hour is almost up!" Karen looked so anxious and stressed, Paris sped up her walking speed.

"we have to start shooting, william, and if she's not here I'll have to call someone else," Karen frantically, swung her hands around as William turned out. his brows furrowed from the sun, he smirked at Paris. her dress was see through in the sun.

"hey good lookin," he called to Paris, karen screamed excitedly.

"you're here! fuck, go put on this suit okay? there's a small out house over there, we have to start shooting, like now! now go!" she shoved a red one piece bathing suit in paris' hands. it looked like the baywatch suits, Paris had always dreamed about being one of those girls. Paris nodded walking off, taking a quick glance at William. he was shirtless with short swim shorts on, his tan skin glistening, his broad shoulders, toned arms and chest. Paris quickly turned around meeting Williams eyes. he winked back at her, she could feel her cheeks heat up as she scurried off towards the outhouse. she pulled open the curtains, slipping her dress down her shoulders to over her hips to down at her feet. she slipped off her panties, sliding on suit. it fit her like a glove, and gave her breasts a push up look. the red suit extremely high cut, with her whole ass out. she couldn't help but feel extremely exposed, no one was at the beach where they were at but still. she felt nervous.

she picked up her panties and dress, walking out. she held her clothes in front of her, knowing her ass was out she wanted to feel covered a bit more. she walked over to the rest of the crew, william was the first to notice her but didn't say anything.

"you ready sweetheart? alright, so you're a life guard and william is.. a beach goer," Karen said, hesitantly.

"wait, isn't a cowboy like his thing?" Paris, asked her brows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, I'm all kinds of things," he laughed, Karen shook her head as Paris still looked confused.

"we wanted to try a different scene, see how yall both do," Karen smiled, rubbing paris' arm before loudly yelling, "let's get this show on the road people,"

Paris wanted to scream, or drown herself in the ocean. she could not believe this was happening, she stood in the water with her toes in the sand as William laid down on a towel. she was supposed to approach him, and start the scene. she was so nervous, but yet so excited.

"and, action!" a voice called out, two cameras from a far and another cameraman behind her scanning her face and body. she walked towards william was, he laid there with his eyes closed hands on his stomach. the cameraman followed closely behind her making sure to catch an angle of her ass and in between her legs. she cleared her throat at William, he peaked an eye at her open.

"sir, no sleeping on the beach," she said, standing a top of him. his blue eyes opened, a playful grin on his face. he chuckled at Paris, he sat up on his elbows.

"oh yeah? what are you gonna do about it, life guard?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

Paris gulped, before responding.

"I could write you up?" Paris suggested, william laughed standing up.

"or we could forget it ever happened," he suggested, lowly. she looked up at him as his fingers traced her thighs, right up by her hip bones. she shuddered, william leaned down to her ear.

"I can't wait to finally feel you," he said, too low for anyone to hear but him and her. she gasped before william placed a wet hungry kiss to her parted lips, his tongue slipped in as she remembered what he liked. she kissed him back with the same energy, slipping her fingers in his waves. her tongue traced his tongue as his hands roamed her body, kneading her ass flesh to her back, to finally her tits. his thumb softly rubbing her hardened nipple, she let out a little whimper as william leaned down to her ear licking her ear lobe then his tongue tracing down to a spot below her ear. she moaned tugging on his hair. his left hand slowly went down her body, rubbing her. she threw her head back, moaning. william licked down her chest pulling her straps down, exposing her tan breasts her pink nipples hard against the salty cool air. she sucked in her breath, as william took a nipple into his mouth. she whimpered, this time she felt herself pooling in the suit. she looked at william with pleading eyes , his eyes met hers as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her onto the towel down with him.

Paris was so horny and william was full on teasing her, he had barely touched her as she was a moaning wet mess. william laid down on his back, pulling Paris on top of him. he groaned as she straddled him, she moaned feeling him against her.

"forgot about that write up huh?" he asked, his voice low a smirking playing at his mouth. she grinded against him, as billy looked up at her. he bit his lip, before pulling her lips to him again.

"mhm, slide your suit over baby," he said against her mouth, her hand slid down pulling her suit over. Williams hand played with her clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb while his other hand pulled himself out.

"you're gonna ride me baby, wanna see them pretty tits bounce," he said, she nodded. preparing herself as she placed herself on top of his tip, she was soaked no doubt but william was huge. her roommate said he looked about 9 or 10 inches. she gulped at the thought, she slid down him slowly. William groaned, loudly.

"s-shit, so fuckin tight," he mumbled, his eyes closing. Paris was in pain, but soon as she took him all in and adjusted he hit this spot. he felt her clench around him, he couldnt help but smile.

"so easy," he mumbled, as he wrapped his arms around Paris lifting his hips up taking over. his arms wrapped around her waist as her plowed into her, she screamed as william hit her g spot over and over.

"fuck, baby, you feel too fuckin good," he moaned into her neck, she threw her head back lost in euphoria. her juices coated his cock, dripping. William had lost himself in her, listening to her moans and whimpers. he quickly flipped them both over so he was top, pulling her legs above her head, he grabbed both her wrists pulling them above her head.

"want daddy to keep fucking you, honey?" he asked, pulling out teasing between her wet swollen folds. Paris felt like her body was on fire, she felt tired from cumming so much but she wanted to show she could do it.

"yes daddy, please, keep fucking me. I need to feel all of you," she moaned, william groaned before shoving all of himself into her at once. she cried out, her eyes closing. he let go of her wrists grabbing her jaw, her lips puckering.

"fuckin look at me while you take my dick," her eyes wide, tears brimming as william plunged into her over and over. she moaned loudly, william held her face, noticing her eyes watering.

"yeah, take it, baby. you gonna cum for daddy again?" his hand played with her clit while he fucked her. she felt all of him, she was losing her mind.

"yes daddy," his hand on her throat, applying slight pressure as he moaned into her.

"oh fuck, not gonna last much longer with you saying all that," Paris cried out, as william picked up his pace. yanking her on hips as he slammed into her, her legs wrapping around his tight waist. his large calloused hands under her back pulling her close, her head hung back mouth a gape. William moaned, as he became sloppy yet still quick. he pulled out, finishing on her naked body spread out all over. on her tits, stomach, and right above her swollen pussy.

william was out of breath, standing up before helping Paris up. Karen rushed over with a robe, before paris' legs shook so much she had to be steaded into william. Williams arms grabbed her, a laugh erupting from his lips. Paris' skin pink and sweaty, her hair a mess, her lips swollen but william thought she looked beautiful still. Karen placed the silky robe around her shoulders, Paris felt like she was going to fall over.

"wow, will, you really got her," Karen laughed, as Paris giggled quietly. william laughed, picking up the red suit. following behind the girls, william couldn't help but think about Paris. she seemed so innocent yet so sure of herself.

"how about we go and celebrate yalls first scene?" Paris drank a water bottle, slipping on her dress forgetting her panties. she didn't know where they went, she didn't know william had taken them.

[jinnie-ret]

HIII so I'm the one who asked Abt the sister reader and I wanted to rq a older brother skz x adoptive little sister reader where shes 15 and cusses a lot and is always getting into trouble like piercing her ears without anyone knowing, loud introvert, things like that and how they react to it? Love ur writing btw!🫶🏻🫶🏻

rebel

stray kids x adopted sister!reader

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.6k

summary: the boys are too used to their little sister's rebellious ways by now, but that doesn't stop them from worrying every now and then.

Hi thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this one! :)

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MAIN MASTERLIST

You had just arrived back to the dorms in the morning after coming back from your friend's house and spending the day with them all yesterday. It was silly of you to think that that boys wouldn't be awake at 10am in the morning.

"Ah, Y/N, nice of you to come home," Changbin says sarcastically, arms folded as he leans against the kitchen counter.

"It's not that late...?" you tried to get around the awkward situation, as you saw all of the boys eating breakfast with their phones out, and if you looked closer you would have noticed they had it open on the groupchat they had with you, waiting for a message to know when you'd be back.

"You could have told us you'd be ok," Han sighed in relief, coming up to you and affectionately stroking your hair back, but his fingers caught your ear, where you had gotten your second set of piercings done.

"Ow," you winced, causing him to raise a brow at you.

"You good?" Felix stood next to him, the September twins wondering what was the matter.

"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing," you shrugged them off and hopped onto the kitchen counter, nicking a piece of toast from Hyunjin's plate.

"I'll let that slide only because we were worried about you," Hyunjin sighed, still giving you the side eye despite his comment.

"Why were you worried?" you bit into the toast.

"Maybe because we haven't heard from you since 2am? What were you doing up at that time anyways?" Chan sighed, walking up to you and getting up from his seat at the table.

"Just watching films and that," you shrugged, mistakenly brushing your hair back.

"Oh, and what else did you get up to?" he frowned, huffing out a breath though his nose as his finger brushed against your new piercing.

"Ow... fine I got my seconds done," you admitted, looking away.

"With what money?" Jeongin laughed, "you only went to that local gig with your friends recently, and you can afford to have another piercing?"

"There was a discount! I got it done for ₩15,000!" you said happily, feeling like you had gotten a bargain.

"Oh dear, well hopefully you've got enough money left to pay for antibiotics when you get an infection," Minho wrinkled his nose.

"What do you mean?" you frowned.

"₩15,000?! That's too cheap, who knows if the metal is good quality, or if it was sterilised," Seungmin spoke up.

"Ah, well, I'm sure it'll be fine, only live once don't you?" you waved off their concerns.

"Yep, with infected gunky ears," Hyunjin patted your head.

"Stopppp," you whined at their teasing. But you didn't expect anything less from your brothers.

"Look, next time just tell us where you are and if you're ok, yeah?" Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, Felix thought you died," Changbin giggled.

"I did not! I just thought she got kidnapped..." Felix trailed off after his attempt at defending himself.

"You do worry about me a lot," you laugh poking Felix's cheek.

"You're still a child, of course we worry," he hugs you to him.

"Ah, I'm not that young, I'm mature enough," you smile at them all.

"Yeah right, we still hear you cursing like a sailor when you're on the phone," Seungmin exposed you with a smirk.

"Who corrupted our baby y/n?" Han shook your shoulders, making you almost dizzy.

"Ok, ok, calm down," you giggled at him.

"I remember when you were 11 years old, so innocent, and now look at you," Changbin cried out, putting on a fake emotional voice as he covered his face.

"Such a rebel now," Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head at the scene in front of him, as Felix clung onto you and Han, Jeongin and Minho where now inspecting your piercings.

tagged: @skz-streamer @backintomykpopphaseagain @hannahhbahng @kiraisastay

[brnesblogposts]

you know who you are

pairing: matty healy x reader

I don’t agree with writing smut about real people so this is all fluff :>

reblogs appreciated if you enjoy :))

The vibration of your phone on your bedside table disturbed your sleep, as you whined and blindly grabbed for it; you were about to press cancel on whoever was calling you until you saw his name.

“Hi.” Suddenly you were chipper as you answered the call. “Hey, darlin’” Matty responded and then an awkward silence ensued until you spoke up again, “Is something up? Why are you ringing me at 3am? You okay?” Concern laced your voice,”I just can’t sleep, sorry I woke you but I was just wondering if you’re coming to the show tomorrow night? Or tonight now I guess” he laughed softly at his joke and you did too. What a dork.

“Yeah I’m in the stands though, by the time I got onto the website all the best tickets were gone, but don’t worry I’m sure you’ll be able to hear me cheering you on! I’ll be the loudest in the room!” You really did wish you managed to get front row tickets, but you’d support him from the stands and probably lose your voice in the process.

“Are you having a laugh? Y/n you’re one of my best friends you don’t need to buy tickets, you’re on the guest list..” There was humour in his voice and you could only imagine his grin, “Well. You’re welcome for the extra money I guess! Have a drink on me” The both of you laughing at your remark, “Sell those tickets alright? I don’t need you spending money on me, I’ll have a car pick you up a couple hours before the show so be ready by about six, yeah?” You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you.. face palm!... “Yes your majesty” you sassed back. “Oh Piss off, my girl deserves V.I.P. Treatment.” The way he said ‘my girl’ had you giddy, you were just very good friends though. Nothing more.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep now, Goodnight Y/n”

“Night, Matty” you replied quietly before putting your phone back on your bedside table and nodding off again.

………………

The next morning

Around seven hours after your sleep was disturbed by Matty you decided it was time to get up, at only 10am there was no rush so you made the most of your day and got some housework done.

Next time you look at your phone it’s about 3 so you decide to start getting ready; hair and makeup done it was now down to the outfit which was the most difficult part of this process. You decided on black trousers, a white dress shirt and your leather jacket. By the time you were done getting ready it was about 5:30 and there was a text waiting for you

‘Can’t wait to see you, been too long X.’

Matty was right, it had been at least a month since you’d seen him because you’d both been so busy with work.

‘See you soon! <33’ was your response. About ten minutes later there was a knock at your door, “Here to pick up Miss y/n?” The man asked, “That’s me! Thank you for this” you were sincere in your words, you really could’ve made your own way there but Matty wouldn’t of had any of it so you didn’t bother arguing when he said he was sending a car.

About 45 minutes later you arrived at the venue and with the flash of his badge your driver continued on until coming to a halt at the back and getting out to open your door. “Thank you so much” You flashed a smile and headed for the entrance, “Band and staff only, please” the brooding guard did not move a single muscle as he barred you from entering. You simply huffed and walked away to make a phone call.

“Hey it’s me” you felt bad asking for help but how else were you gonna get in the building? “Hi, You okay?” was her response and you quickly put her worries to rest “Yeah I’m fine but the security guard won’t let me in, Charli can you sneak out and come get me? I want to surprise the guys and they’re probably busy with soundcheck so I don’t want to distu-“ Charli cut you off before you could finish rambling, “I’ll be there in a second, take a breath!” She laughed before hanging up.

The door swung open to the guards surprise and Charli came running out grabbing you in a tight hug, “Y/n I’ve missed you so much! Way too much testosterone in there” With that you both let out a laugh before turning and taking her hand while she walked you to the green room.

“Guess who I’ve found!” She announced before stepping aside and letting you move forward, a chorus of “Y/N!!” Sounded before you were taken into a crushing hug, the perpetrators beard tickling the side of your face. “Hi Ross!” You squealed as he released you from his arms and before you could breathe the same thing happened with Hann and George, “Don’t break her guys” Charli intervened. There was someone missing, the person you wanted to hug most (no offence to the rest of them, but this one was special) “Where’s Healy?” You inquired. “Havin’ a shit” Ross answered you before you all grimaced, “Tmi” Charli whined but before anyone else could say anything you heard a dramatic gasp from the doorway

You turned around to find a curly headed man staring at you, a smile plastered on his face. Before you knew it he was picking you up and twirling you around as he hugged you “My darling Y/n!” He set you back down on the floor but his hands remained respectfully on your hips, “Hello!” You squealed before hugging him again.

“Did you get over here alright?” He asked with genuine concern and you assured him you did. “I had to go rescue her from outside because the security guard wouldn’t let her in!” Charli interrupted and Matty turned to face you, “Why didn’t you call me, I would’ve rescued the damsel in distress”

“I didn’t want to disturb you if you were practicing and I wanted to surprise you and the guys together, didn’t work anyway ‘cos you weren’t even here”

“I was-“ Before he could finish he was interrupted by Ross “Havin’ a poo!” He laughed. And Matty smacked his arm.

“You look lovely by the way, I wonder who your style inspo’ was for tonight” He raised a brow,“Timotheé Chalamet” You snarked back with a straight face. “Alright, you can go home now.” He stated and turned away but you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you, “I was kidding, obviously! You are my only style inspo’ Matty, promise.” You patted his cheek and went to sit down on one of the sofas.

“Where’s Carly, Hann?” You looked at the man and asked, “She stayed back with the baby who isn’t feeling too well right now” He smiled back “Sending all my love to baby Hann and also to Carly because I miss her.” You frowned and then smiled at Hann. Matty came and squeezed between where you and Ross were sitting on the sofa and earned a glance from his best friend, “What?” He scoffed and lay his chin on your head taking in the smell of your shampoo, “Jealous much” was Ross’s reply and Matty defended himself, “I’m sorry” he exaggerated “that I missed my near and dear friend who I have not seen in over a month!” He rolled his eyes.

“You know the rest of us haven’t seen her either but we aren’t sniffing her hair” Charli spoke back straight faced “Piss off the lot of you” Matty said as he hid in your hair and you just laughed at their antics, you missed this.

About half an hour of just catching up and talking passed, Matty glued to your side the whole time, before the guys needed to head to stage, “Can I just put you in my pocket and take you out there with me?” Matty looked at you with soft eyes and you let out a laugh, “I am on the side of the stage, love. Just look for the dancing lunatic in your peripheral” you smiled at him. With that you wished the guys luck and they headed to state while you and Charli hung back at side stage listening to the thousands of adoring fans screams.

The lights dimmed soon after and then you heard his classic intro

“We are the 1975, the best band to ever exist” The screams increased and they started playing the intro of ‘Somebody to Love’ Charli and you danced and sang along all night, occasionally George would look at Charli from where he was on drums and they’d smile at each other, Matty was way too into the show and you didn’t blame him and it’s not like you were together so you shouldn’t of expected him to do the same.

It was nearing the end of the show and you didn’t know what the next song was gonna be and then the intro to ‘about you’ started. Matty looked right into the camera and mouthed “This is about you, you know who you are, I love you” and then your heart stopped beating because as soon as the lyrics started he locked eyes with you.. “I know a place..” suddenly you felt nervous and a blush creeped up your neck while charli elbowed your side. He turned back to the ground and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, “He didn’t just-“ was all you managed to get out “He did.” Charli replied and shook your shoulders, she was overjoyed for you because god knows you have talked her ear off about Matty for months now.

The song went on, Matty stealing glances at you every once in awhile, each time making your stomach drop, and then right at the end on the last line he turns 45 degrees and points directly at you not breaking eye contact “Do you think I’ve forgotten about you..” and time stood still for what seemed like years but it was only a short few seconds and then the lights dimmed. For the rest of the set he didn’t glance your way again and you couldn’t really focus. You wanted him to come off of that stage, you had so many questions.

“Just before the guys’ set ended you and Charli headed back to the green room because she could see you were anywhere else but watching the show.

“You alright? Before he gets back talk to me” She sat with you on the sofa “I’m just so confused? It caught me off guard that’s all, I don’t really have any words right now, still very much processing” you laughed lightly but inside you were screaming. “Just take some deep breathes” Charli breathed with you and it actually helped settle your nerves quite a bit.

A few minutes later the green room door swung open and George, Hann and Ross came stumbling in on a high, adrenaline pumping from the show. They were shortly followed by Matty. You decided you needed to talk to him right now or you would go crazy. “Matty, can we um talk outside, privately?” Your voice soft and he nodded heading back out. You followed closing the door behind you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry- I’ve come on too strong haven’t I? I don’t want to lose you as a friend if you don’t feel the same, I fuck. I don’t know why I-“ before he could finish your lips were on his shutting him up and he melted into the kiss, the both of you confirming what you knew was true for awhile, “I love you too” you looked into his eyes and replied to what he mouthed indirectly on stage, at this he smiled so bright and kissed you again.

“I can’t believe that song worked” He said as you both embraced and he kissed your forehead, he had finally got his girl.

[saytrrose]

Coffee Guy Update 3:

Okay so as soon as I showed up, first thing he did was lean out the window to shout Pickles name 😭 I know he loves her so when I go I make sure to bring my dog with me. Once we got up there his coworkers were calling her name too and being cutesy with her but she only got super excited over him because she recognized him (probably as the guy who gives her free treats)

Then I ordered my drink, waited a bit and when my order was almost done there was a shift change, so I learned that at 2 is when he gets off, so his shifts are like.. 9/10am - 2pm I think, I’m not 100% sure when the food truck opens.

Some guy went to replace him so he got his jacket and backpack but then asked if I needed a cup holder or anything, leaning out the window again which was a little weird because I only had one drink but he was actually sliding me a free cookie and playing it off djdjdjdj (it was triple chocolate espresso ❗️)

and I took it and said that I was fine, but then asked “Hey, what’s your name?” And he said “oh, it’s Izaiah!” And he smiled with his arms clasped in front of him and I said “oh okay, I was just wondering!” sjsjjs and then walked and didn’t look back I got so nervous pleaJDJDJF I still made PROGRESS OKAY

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy 

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow????? 

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable… 

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual 

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good?? 

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Here we just both had the zoomies 

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

[jahayla-parker]

The Master Part 9

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The Incident

Tom smiled as he continued to gently detangle y/n’s hair with his fingers as they laid in his bed. He watched as she kept her eyes closed as she continued to cuddle with him under the covers. His smile grew as he heard her hum quietly at the feeling of his fingers in her hair.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, her eyes promptly meeting his as she gazed lovingly up at him from where her head was resting on his chest.

“Mate, you gotta-,” Harry began as he suddenly burst into Tom’s bedroom. He swallowed thickly, his wide eyes dashing to stare at the floor after having been traumatized by the scene before him.

“Baz!” Tom scolded, protectively pulling his comforter over y/n’s shoulder despite nothing explicit having been actually exposed. “Did you forget how to knock like a civilized human?” He questioned rhetorically. He looked down at y/n as she buried her bashful face into his naked chest. “I’m so sorry love,” he whispered apologetically.

“I didn’t know!” Harry shouted in defense. “That’s why people put a sock on the door ya know?!” He argued. “Or, I don’t know, send a text, ‘ey mate, I’m f-“.

“Harry!” Tom scolded, efficiently cutting his brother off before he could finish his sentence. “Get out, will you?!” He groaned, tossing a pillow over at him.

Harry jumped out of the direction of the pillow dramatically. “Eww,” he gasped, glaring lightly at Tom. “I will in a moment! I have to tell you something first,” he stated, side stepping the pillow as it landed on the floor beside him.

“Mate!” Tom groaned loudly, running a hand down his flushed face. “Come on, just-“.

“It’s fine,” y/n chuckled shyly. She bit her lip and peaked over at Harry as he stood at the entrance to Tom’s room. “What is it Harry?” She encouraged.

Harry smiled markedly at y/n before sharply turning his gaze to his older brother. “See, this is why I like her better than you,” he joked, making y/n giggle quietly. “Anyways,” he said, turning his head to the side and holding his hand up to block the view of the couple. “There’s currently a last minute meeting for all execs, and since you’re an executive producer for the film, you’re expected to be there.”

Upon hearing his brother groan loudly, Harry lowered his hand and looked over at Tom in order to roll his eyes at the dramatic response given it was already 10am. Only, he then took notice of the look in his brother’s eyes as Tom looked down at y/n guiltily. “Mate, I’ll make sure y/n gets some breakfast and whatnot,” he offered supportively.

It took a few minutes for Tom to get ready to leave, but he was apologizing profusely the whole time for having to leave. But y/n had tried to reassure him that she didn’t take any offense and she was fine. It was only after Tom needlessly explained how the shower worked -despite the fact that her shower in her apartment was the exact same as his- and offered her any of his clothes, that he felt comfortable leaving for his meeting.

Y/n did take a really brief shower, needing to finish fixing her hair from last night. She was fine with wearing her jeans from yesterday again today, but she elected to wear one of his plain black shirts instead of the one she’d had on last night. After putting her wet hair up in a messy bun, she unlocked the bathroom door and made her way to the living room space of Tom and Harry’s apartment. “Hey Harry,” she greeted. “You know, you don’t actually have to ensure I eat breakfast,” she laughed nervously.

Harry looked up from his phone as he sat on the couch where he’d been waiting. He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t mind,” he admitted with a shrug as he stood up. “We haven’t had much time to hang out lately, so I’m good with it”.

“Oh God, are you going to give me one of those talks?” She joked as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter.

Harry laughed as he followed her to the front door. “No darling,” he hummed, “I like you for him”

“You- what?” She stuttered.

Harry chuckled again. “You heard me, now come on I’m starving!”

“No makeup today?” Olivia asked as y/n walked onto set.

“Morning,” y/n teased with a laugh. “But no, not today,” she admitted, having not had any at Tom’s place. Plus, she and Harry had come to set right after stopping to get breakfast. She could’ve asked Harry to let her stop by her apartment before they went to breakfast, but it wasn’t on her mind.

“I think it looks good, you’re glowing,” Sophia complimented, kissing y/n’s cheek in a friendly manner as she passed by to head to her next task.

Y/n blushed and smiled as she watched Sophia walk away. She turned back to Olivia, unable to hide her grin despite biting her bottom lip.

“What is it?” Olivia laughed.

“I-,” y/n began but paused as she looked around to see who all was in earshot. “Come here,” she instructed, gently pulling her friend with her as she distanced herself from the others. “So, last night, Tom and I…,” she trailed off with a bashful but excited smile.

Olivia’s eyes widened and it took tremendous effort to hide her anger. She channeled her energy into pretending she was thrilled for y/n. “Really?! Wow! That’s great!” She lied.

“I can’t believe we’re set to be done in less than a month,” Sophia agreed, shaking her head. She, Tati, y/n, and Olivia were chatting about how fast time had flown. None of them could believe they were on their last few weeks of filming.

“It’s gone by fast,” y/n commented in disbelief.

“What has, my love?” Tom asked, wrapping his arms around y/n from the side. When she turned to face him, he gave her a tender kiss. “Hi babe,” he greeted.

“Hi,” y/n whispered to him. “We were talking about how fast filming has gone,” she explained.

Tom hummed in agreement. “It has, huh?” He observed. He smiled at the other girls. “‘ello,” he greeted with a chuckle, his arms still wrapped around y/n.

“You two are seriously so cute,” Tati grinned.

Sophia quickly pulled out her phone and took a picture of the couple. “Right?!” She asked rhetorically in agreement. She grinned and showed her phone to Olivia who pasted on a smile and nodded.

Tom buried his flushed cheeks in y/n’s shoulder as he chuckled. “Anyways, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he stated. “I just wanted to let you know that Harry and I are planning a small get together at our apartment tonight if you want to come,” he concluded, placing a tender kiss to her cheek.

“Ummm yes! She’ll be there!” Tati cheered.

Y/n laughed and quirked her eyebrow. “You’re answering for me now, are you?” She joked.

Sophia chuckled along. “Honestly though, you should go!” She encouraged.

“Mhmm,” Olivia mumbled when Tati and Sophia looked at her for support. However, an idea hit her and she grinned widely. “I think it’s a great idea!”

Y/n smiled at her friends and nodded. “I’ll be there,” she decided, turning to face Tom. She gave him a proper kiss before shooing him back to set before he got in trouble for being gone too long.

Y/n bit her lip nervously as her eyes scanned Tom’s apartment in search of him. She smiled to herself as her eyes found him across the room, taking to some of the crew. She was about to head over when she felt someone grab her arm. A frown momentarily took its place on her face at the unexpected interruption. However, upon seeing that it was her friend Olivia, her smile returned.

“Can I talk to you really quick, before you go over to Tom?” Olivia questioned, eyes pleading with y/n.

“Absolutely,” y/n nodded, following Olivia to the empty kitchen. “Is everything okay?” She wondered, grabbing her friends hand supportively

Olivia frowned, her brows tightly knit. “Look, I’m… I’m worried for you…,” she sighed deeply.

“Wh…what? Why?” Y/n questioned.

“You know how you’re always talking about how you’re not celebrity material?” Olivia asked. “Although, I think you’re great!” She defended with a faux smile.

Y/n frowned but nodded.

“And how you really understand fame and all that comes with it?” Olivia continued to inquire.

When y/n nodded again, Olivia sighed. “Well, it’s just…” she trailed off. She looked around as if ensuring no one was nearby. “Now that you and Tom have slept together, I don’t know that it’s going to work out,” she stated with pretend worry.

Y/n dropped Olivia’s hand as her lip shook lightly. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She closed her eyes and cleared her throat. “Why?” She croaked out, her teary eyes searching Olivia’s face for any clues she was making some weird joke.

“I hate being the one to tell you this y/n/n, really, I do,” Olivia whined. “But as your best friend, it’s my responsibility to make sure you see things clearly so you don’t get hurt, right?”

Y/n swallowed thickly as she forced a stiff nod.

“Okay, so just know this isn’t easy for me to say,” Olivia mumbled. “But, sure, Tom likes you now.” She sighed and shook her head sadly. “But, it won’t be long before he gets bored of sleeping with you, and then what? What’s tying him to you?” She grabbed y/n’s shaking hand from her side and gave it a squeeze. “I truly hate saying this, but given your naivety with all of this, I have to point out that he's eventually gonna move on and find someone who is in the entertainment industry like him,” she explained, voice dripping with sorrow. “You know, like an actress, or model, or something,” she said with a loud sigh and a frown. “And while you know that I think you’re great,” she commented, squeezing y/n’s hand again. “In the eyes of Hollywood, unfortunately you’re average and he’s been in this business long enough that surely he sees that”.

Y/n wiped away her tears and forced a nod.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” Olivia whimpered, pulling y/n in for a hug. “I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t think he’d hurt you by calling things off soon,” she explained.

“I know,” y/n mumbled, Olivia’s comments having bright her previously unaddressed insecurities about herself back to the forefront of her mind. “Th-Thank you,” she whispered, pulling away from the hold Olivia had on her.

“Of course, that’s what friends are for,” Olivia said with a sad smile. “Are you okay?” She asked.

Y/n took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah,” she answered although her voice shook slightly. She silently followed Olivia’s suggestion that they should return to the party and trailed behind her as they exited the kitchen.

“There you are!” Tom exclaimed, approaching the girls. He grinned and greeted y/n with a big hug. He pulled back enough to kiss her, smiling against her lips as she kissed back. However, he noticed her kiss felt a little off. “What’s wrong babe?” He worried, breaking the hug and moving to hold her hand.

“I’m fine,” y/n lied. She could tell that despite having tried to smile convincingly, Tom didn’t fully believe her. “Really,” she added, knowing he’d take her insistence as a sign to not push the topic right now. Yet, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth to keep from getting emotional as Tom pulled her with him to go introduce her to someone.

Y/n wanted to scream in frustration. She’s tried desperately to not let Olivia’s words get to her too much. She planned on trying to think things over tonight and decide how to proceed in the morning, after taking time to consider the situation at length. However, despite Tom lovingly clinging onto her throughout the party, the insecurities and doubts wouldn’t leave her mind. Even as he talked to a few of the cast members about an event from earlier today, she couldn’t focus on what he was saying. Instead, all she could hear was her racing thoughts.

Maybe Olivia was right. After all, she was her best friend and seemed distraught about having to have the conversation in the first place. She wanted to think Olivia was overreacting, that she just didn’t know Tom the way y/n knew him. But, Olivia was right, y/n didn’t know the celebrity/fame scene the way Olivia did. She enjoyed her role in movie productions but knew that was low on the hierarchy of significance when it came to that sort of thing. She knew she wasn’t anything special. Especially when talking about her position/relation to Hollywood. Even a new starlet would be better suited for Tom. She didn’t understand the ins and outs the way someone else would. Meaning she couldn’t really bond with Tom over that stuff, could she? No wonder Olivia said he’d get bored of her soon. Plus, she knew that celebrities would often bounce from relationship to relationship quickly, always looking for someone better. And while she’d not thought of Tom that way before, Olivia evidently saw something in him that she thought was a sign he was like that too. And she trusted Olivia. This was her area of expertise. Olivia had big dreams and wanted to make a name for herself in Hollywood, so she knew how these things worked. And she’d steered y/n away from becoming too close of friends with this one actress a few projects ago who turned out to backstab a lot of her “friends” down the road. Meaning Olivia’s track record was also in support of the notion.

Y/n felt as if the whole apartment was spinning around her. She felt her face heat up as her breathing thinned out. She looked around the room and no longer felt like she belonged. She had to get out of here. “I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, barely audible. She peeled Tom’s hands off of her and dashed towards the door.

Tom’s brows furrowed deeply as his head whipped to the side as he watched y/n bolt. His bottom lip bobbed a few times as he tried to make sense of what most happened. “Excuse me,” he requested of the crew members he’d been chatting with before he spun around and ran after y/n.

Tom gripped y/n’s wrist gently despite his desperation to get her to stop. “Love, what’s going on?” He asked. “Look at me please?” He begged, tugging on her hand. When she still didn’t budge, he moved to stand before her. He couldn’t help the gasp that he let out upon seeing she’d been crying. “Babe, what’s wrong?!”

She shook her head, refusing to look him in the eyes. “Maybe we should talk about it later,” she mumbled, not wanting to make a scene.

Tom frowned and sighed. He slid his hand down from her wrist to her fingers and lifted her hand to his chest. His thumb traced over the side of her fingers supportively. “If you’re able to, I’d like to talk about it now,” he pleaded gently.

She sniffled and chanced a look up at him. However, that only made more tears fall. “Maybe, ev-.. everything with us dating was a mistake,” she complained with a quiet whimper. She slid her hand from Tom’s grip and turned to continue making her way to the door.

“Y/n, please! Don’t leave,” Tom whined, closely following after her. “Let’s talk about this,” he instructed, reaching for her again.

Y/n couldn’t get herself to turn around as she shook her head. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she argued weakly. She could barely make out the location of the door handle through the amount of tears in her eyes. “Please don’t follow after me,” she added, tugging the door open before rushing through it.

Tom’s chest seized and his breathing stopped for a moment as he watched y/n flee. He had no idea what he’d done wrong, his mind already having replayed the moments before she pulled away from him to see if he could piece it together. He had instantly thought through every single word he’d said and movement he’d made. Yet he still couldn’t understand what had happened. But it broke his heart to see her crying, especially when it seemed like it was because of something related to him.

Tom looked around the room, hoping to find someone had watched the incident so he could ask for their interpretation. He’d almost ran out of hope when he noticed Olivia was watching him from beside the kitchen counter. He quickly approached and pulled her to the side. “Did you see that?” He asked. Upon getting a sad nod in response, he sighed. “I’m really worried about y/n, do you know what happened?”

“I don’t know Tom,” Olivia shrugged. “She seemed okay earlier before running into you,” she stated. “Maybe you should give her some space for now?” She proposed, hand sliding down the counter and reaching for a beer to pass him.

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[obl1vionblackhart]

Could I request chaotic hob trying to take care of sick reader…( like suffering from a cold)

Absolutely you can my darling!!

She’s sick…

Poly!hob x witchy woman

Summary: WW comes down with a cold, and the house do their best to take care of her

Warnings: fluffy fluff

The house were all sat collectively in the living room of their home, everyone was up apart from y/n. It was unlike her, she’s usually up before 10am and it’s now 11:30.

“Do you want me to go check on her?” Julia asked, to which Malakai nodded. The three men were on the couches, buddy and brody on one and then it was Julia and Malakai on the other. Julia made her way upstairs to their bedroom, quietly opening the door and making her way over to their girl.

“Y/n…” she whispered softly, moving some hair out of your face. You groaned, sneezing in the process. Julia chuckled, before frowning softly as the sneezing continued.

“Oh sweetheart…” she felt your forehead, before quickly walking out of the room and running to grab the thermometer. She walked back in, taking your temperature. The blonde sighed, she hated seeing you sick.

“I’ll be right back love” she whispered to you, running downstairs to get her partners.

“Everything okay?” Brody asked, hearing Julia’s hurried footsteps. The other two looked over as well, buddy tilting his head slightly.

“She’s sick.. fever and she can’t stop sneezing.” Buddy was the first to shoot up, his face showing concern.

“Is she okay? How bad is it?” He bombarded the blonde with questions, to which she just put a hand on his shoulder.

“Babe.. she’ll be fine. We just gotta take care of her. All of us” she said to him softly, he nodded in return.

“I’ll go to the pharmacy and get medicine… you three hold down the fort” malakai spoke up, grabbing his car keys.

“Got it… buddy, why don’t you go sit with her while we make her food and some tea?” Julia asked, to which buddy nodded immediately and made his way upstairs. Brody chuckled, shaking his head in buddy’s direction.

You were more awake now, your head was spinning and your body was sprawled out over the bed. You heard the door open again, but you didn’t even have the energy to look up.

“Hey little dove..” you heard, which made you smile. That was buddy’s nickname for you, and you couldn’t mistaken that accent either. You waved in his direction, causing him to laugh and sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Jules told us you were sick… we figured you could use some company.” He mumbled, twirling a strand of your hair through his fingers. You only nodded as he lay next to you, you felt as if you could barely move.

“But… what if you get sick too?” You croaked out, he only shook his head.

“I don’t care… I can’t have our girl up here alone.”

Meanwhile downstairs, Brody was preparing some soup. Julia was waiting on your tea being ready, biting on her nails nervously. Brody picked up on this, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“She’s going to be alright love, try not to worry too much” Julia smiled at his warm tone, melting into his hug.

A/n: sorry it’s short darling!! <3

[pbandjesse]

Today was a little all over the place. I didn't feel amazing. I wrote an appointment down incorrectly and was two hours late to it because of that. I tried to sleep in the afternoon but still felt very bad. It was not a super ideal day.

I think some of it was just going to hard yesterday. Like I did so much! Walking! Being out in the sun! And I paid for that today.

I slept alright. Not the best. I had some really intense dreams. I also woke up a lot. But I would mostly be asleep until 9.

James had biked to Annapolis this morning. So they were gone when I got up. I realized right away that we forgot to move the car. But I decided to risk it and take a shower and get dressed first. And then went to move the car. I felt like I was rushing still and struggled to parallel park but I took a breath and fixed the mirrors and was able to get into a pretty tight spot.

I felt fine this morning. I was getting kind of dizzy and hot a few times. But I wasn't particularly nauseous so that was nice.

I would change Crabcake's water, because he was full of moss. And made him a nice salad with berries and tomato. Which he seemed to love. And then I made myself egg salad toast and sat outside.

I would come back inside and look at the crib pieces to see what we were missing. And thankfully not much! We're missing the mini crib base and the wheels. But I thought we could build it today.

But then I didn't feel very good and was very very tired. I was struggling to stand up without feeling woozy. But I didnt have to do anything so I just waited for James to come home.

When James got home they would come give me a kiss before they went to clean themselves up. They brought me some water to try and make me feel better but no luck. James said they were going to look at the crib and I wanted to be there too. They helped me up and we went to the studio together.

But I pointed out that we should probably build it upstairs. That it might be tough to get it down our skinny hallway. James said I was smart and we brought the pieces upstairs. I would also grab the Clorox wipes to clean it while we built it.

James would mainly build it while I cleaned the pieces. Lots of spider webs and water spots. But I think we did a good job. I would get very woozy though and had to lay down on the floor for a while. It was not comfy.

While I was laying there I noticed I had some voicemails. I had noticed the phone ringing earlier but ignored it. But then when I went to look at the voicemail my phones been weird about showing me my voicemails lately. So I had to close and open it a few times.

But then I realized that it was my rhumatologist who called me. Because I had an appointment at 10??? It was noon now! I called them back and explained I thought it was next Monday. I usually have 3pm appointments but I made this one 10am because I had a museum event next Monday and I thought I was making it for the same day. So e weird miscommunication for sure. But they checked with the nurse and she could still see me. I told them we would be there within a half hour and they said that was just fine.

So James and me gathered ourselves and headed out. It ended up working out really well because we were going to go out for lunch and to go to a Halloween store anyway. It just added a little bit to the journey.

We got out there and James would go to the grocery store and get coffee while they waited for me.

The staff was nice and told me not to worry to much about making the mistake of missing my appointment. I got taken back pretty quickly and weighed and such. I had to wait a bit for the nurse to come with my medication but that was okay.

She was a different one. Young. Not particularly chatty. I pulled up my pants legs and she was like. We do this in your stomach. And I was like oh no I get them in my legs, have for the whole year and a half I've been doing this. And she seemed confused but went along with it. I didn't bring up that I don't normally get bandaids. They got fabric ones for me anyway so I don't get itchy with them anymore.

The first shot went great. Didn't hurt at all. Second one hurt but not terribly. She wasn't as concerned about the surface veins as some nurses have been. And I think that ended up causing trouble.

I said goodbye and made my next appointment and then as I'm walking out I realized my leg was wet. I was like weird. I get to the stairs where there is more sunlight and I see I've bleed completely through the bandaid and all over my leg and pants!! I probably should have gone back inside and gotten a new band-aid but I was just slightly freaked and went to James instead.

We didnt have a first aid kit in the car somehow. So I would just use water and a napkin to clean it up and moved the bandaid form my right leg which wasn't bleeding, to the left leg that was. It would stop pretty quickly after cleaning it but man did that startle me.

James got me a donut. I would eat that on our journey to the Halloween store. And I would have a good time walking around while we are there.

We pushed all the buttons for the animatronics. Giggled at the silly costumes. I liked putting on the hats and holding the scary babies. James sent my mom a picture of me with the scary babies and she sent james picture of her scary baby collection right back. Like mother like daughter.

I would get a tiny totebag that reminded me of the Trader Joe's one that went viral last year. James would buy that for me. But that was all I got. I mostly just like looking around Halloween stores, not really buying things.

We went down the street to go to the double t diner for a late lunch.

Their sandwiches come with fries and soup but we didn't want soup so they brought us two plates of fries each! That's so many fries! So we had a fries appetizer and then fries came with our food. It was honestly fun to have a pregame of fries. And I was just super thirsty. But the diner smelled just like the one we used to go to after church, the clubhouse, with a salad at that had calamari that I loved. And that lead to me and James talking about our church experience and the rituals around it. How my family always did brunch after. How they walked there and home and where just home for sports after.

We also talked about baby and how we might lay out their room. And it was just a really nice meal.

We headed out of there. And I was in a good mood but I was getting really tired. It felt like it took forever to get home. But we were back around 230. I was really happy to be back.

We got back here and I went to lay down. I really wanted to sleep but I just couldn't turn my brain off. I would end up just laying here for a few hours. Watching videos. Hanging out with sweetp. With James who would come and hold my stomach because it was hurting me. I was glad I was laying down but I never fell asleep.

Eventually we would head downstairs. I laid outside while James started working on setting up the grill. Charlotte would be coming over for dinner. I was feeling pretty horrible but laying down was at least comfortable. When I sat up I was hurting.

But I still tried to be present when Charlotte came. James made us kabobs and hotdogs. I was only able to eat a little but I enjoyed the company. Charlotte told us all about her Europe trip and she brought us some presents. Some keychains for me. A book and some stickers for James. And two books for baby! One about animals and one about colors in Portuguese. Form the oldest book store in the world! So cool.

We showed her the crib and we hung out in the guest room talking baby names. It was fun.

But she was tired and I was tired. So we said goodbye. And she headed home.

I went to take a bath. It helped me feel a little better. And after I had some cake. See Sweetp kept trying to steal it.

I am not feeling quite as bad but I am very tired. I really hope that I can fall asleep easy and feel better tomorrow.

I am going to go to camp tomorrow. I hope there is stuff for me to do. I also just hope I feel better in general.

I love you all very much. Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!!

[ravynfyre]

tw animal death

dude contacted me to buy a ram. great. picks a time to come get this ram. dude's mom (my next door neighbor) informs me on the day he is supposed to come over that he wants to buy some ewes, "too". I'll have to think about that, because I wasn't actually planning on selling any ewes this year, honestly. He gets there, tells me he already *has* a ram, he *only wants ewes*. I decide that I need the sale, so 'll suck it up andl sell him a couple of ewes. He decides that he does actually kinda like the ram I picked out for him, so he'll "think about the ram, too". Picks out what kind of ewes he wants (white). I start to work on separating them out so he can look at them and grab them - I am disabled, and extra injured on top of that, so this is A PROCESS and is NOT an easy thing for me. He interrupts me to tell me that nonono, he's not ready to take them NOW. He'll come back "this weekend" to get them. y'know, before even consulting to see if I'd fucking be *available* this weekend in the first place. but fine, sure, what the fuck. thursday, his mom lets me know that his father in law just died that morning. well, shit. okay. so she would let me know if we was still going to come get them or not. or if he was still going to get them at all. friday, she lets me know that he'll be coming "on sunday" to get them, for sure. saturday, I spend a couple hours sorting sheep, and pulling the ewes he wanted, plus a couple more just in case he wanted cream instead of white, and the ram he said he'd "think about". I confine them to my back yard with water and plenty of grass to munch. spend the rest of the day trying to recover from them hurting me even worse and from the effort of sorting through the whole flock. sunday, I get up early because I don't know *when* "on sunday" he'll be here. 10am, his mom texts me that he's not coming that day after all, he'll be by "sometime this week" (again without checking if I'd even be available. I know I'm a fucking homebody, but come on!) at this point, I am pissed off enough that the only reason I am not telling her to go fuck herself and him too, is because I desperately need that $150 that badly. i tell her fine, but I do *not* turn the lambs back out with the flock because I genuinely do not know if I have it in me to separate them out again, and besides, monday is part of "this week", so who the fuck knows when this asshole will show up. there's plenty of grass in the yard, and i open up a back alley that leads to part of the pasture but that is secluded and secured with electric netting fence to give them that much more grass, just in case this jackass decides to wait until friday. today (tuesday), mommy dearest texts me to tell me he'll be coming thursday now. great. i take dogs out right after that and discover that the fucking ram lamb has gotten himself tangled in the gods damned electric netting fence, and choked himself to death. y'know, the ram lamb that would not have had access there if he'd been picked up or officially passed over on sunday like PROMISED. so not only have i lost that sale, i lost the *potential* for that sale, or even the potential to use that ram for myself... and that doesn't touch on the rage and disappointment of ONE OF MY FUCKING ANIMALS DYING IN SUCH A HORRENDOUS WAY that didn't fucking have to happen! and I so desperately fucking want to tell the whole family to go fuck themselves now... but I still need that now only $100 badly enough that I can't afford to. on a semi-"positive" note... i found that ram lamb so freshly that i can process his corpse for meat, if I can make myself do it. oh, wait. i don't have any freezer space to do it. well fuck. nevermind. jfc. if you promise someone something, fucking follow through! and if you aren't sure you can, then don't make the fucking promise in the first fucking place!

[the-lil-exorcist]

Nighthawks

TIMING: Before Dark Waters LOCATION: Driftwood Diner PARTIES: @the-lil-exorcist & @vanishingreyes SUMMARY: Lil and Xó both, for very separate reasons, go to get some late night diner food. While not completely sure of the other, they do get to talking while waiting for pancakes. CONTENT WARNING: light substance abuse tw (there are mentions of people who are probably drunk near them, but they don't interact)

Lil yawned in the back of her hand as she moved to sit at the diner’s counter thinking that a coffee would be nice while she waited for the sunrise to come. She had set a ghost trap knowing that the poltergeist normally appeared specifically in a rocking chair around four am - and while she knew it was probably against ‘protocol’ she had decided that she didn’t need to wait for the old woman to get trapped and start fussing at her.  After all, it was dark enough she couldn’t knit or keep herself awake with other little activities and she’d rather not succumb to that nightmarish sleep she’d been having. Without Jonas there to take turns napping, it felt too lonely for Lil to stay even if she should. Instead she had started hanging out at twenty-four hour spots like the diner waiting on her ghost traps to catch them. It felt a lot less lonely that way, talking to the staff and catching a cup of coffee. 

It almost felt like she had friends, and honestly she started taking most of the counter to herself talking to the night shift and making sure to bring in bakery treats every occasionally. At the very least, they didn’t seem to mind her taking up real estate and telling them stories and trying new restaurant items. It usually was just Lil and the occasional lost soul, so she got a lot more comfortable then she probably should. That was until she heard Lola the waitress on duty clear her voice and Lil saw her nod to a very pretty lady that clearly was trying to find a seat away from the group on the other side of the counter  - which was pretty impossible with Lil being sprawled out. 

“Ah - sorry let me scoot down for you,” Lil said as she realized trying to gesture to her that she can sit down away from the other group. Moving her bag and gathering up her knitting to not take up as much space as she was, Lil tried not to blush as she made space even if Lola was snickering slightly earning a look from the exorcist. “I didn’t see you there - here I’m not saving a spot or anything , feel free to take any of them. ” 

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She’d woken up in the middle of the night craving diner food. Xóchitl wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she did remember her moms making her pancakes in the middle of the night more than once, when she was little. Which had led to her falling back asleep with syrup stuck on her cheeks and in her hair. But she’d been happy, then. Now it was more of an excuse to find something to do to distract herself - and thankfully she had no appointments on her schedule until 10am tomorrow (or was it today, now?) so she could afford to not be in tip-top shape first off in the morning.

The diner was somewhat empty - though there was a small group on one side of the counter that Xóchitl was not entirely certain she wanted to sit near. However, looking wide-eyed and lost was also distinctly not what she had planned - nor what she would settle for, at all. So instead she adjusted her posture, standing straight as she surveyed the space, before she noticed the waitress on duty clear her throat and nod towards where another woman was sitting, knitting materials and the like spread out all around her.

“Oh, it’s fine.” She flashed the briefest of smiles. “But thank you.” She sat down, only one space away from the other woman, before ordering a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee, no sugar, no cream. “I’m Xóchitl.” Finally turning to face the other woman, eyes glossing over the way her hands fit against the knitting. “You are sure I’m not bothering you?”

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Lil settled back into her seat, a little more chagrined then she normally was at the diner. After all, normally she’d be talking off Lola’s ears, but now she actually had to work. While the others at the counter certainly counted as customers, Lil knew that they didn’t care what she said and doubted they would remember. 

So instead Lil ducked her head a little going to make sure she hadn’t messed up her knitting as she waited for the other to settle in - holding back an admonishment for saying thank you. After all, Lola was a - damn Lil couldn’t ever seem to remember. She wasn’t a fae at least and Lil wasn’t. So instead she went back to the soft pink yarn she was carefully maneuvering in her hands. After all, Jonas and her were likely going to still be here in the fall, and it was going to get cold. He was going to need another sweater.  At the other telling Lil their name, she paused and looked up meeting the others eyes. “You’re not bothering me at all. I’m Lil,” She said with a smile. “Also you picked well, the pancakes are good.” 

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“Xóchitl,” she responded. “I just know some people like their space, so I figured it was only polite to ask,” she offered a warm smile to Lil. “I figure pancakes are a good choice almost always. Can I get you anything, since I’ve decidedly invaded your space?” The other woman was beautiful, and already seemed like a much better choice than her other seating partner options.

“Weirdly, there’s surprisingly few 24-hour places back in Boston. There’s rules and stuff about that, so it’s wild that up in a town in Maine, there’s one.” Xóchitl shook her head. “Tangent, not what you needed to hear.” The waitress came over and Xóchitl put in an order for her pancakes, turning back to Lil and nodding towards the waitress as if to say ‘please, order something’.

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“Nice to meet you,” Lil said, matching the other’s smile. She appreciated what the other said, and usually Lil was pretty interested in being alone, but lately talking to people seemed like a good way of keeping herself awake. After all, she did need to find her family and knowing more people was going to be helpful too. “Fair enough, but I don’t mind at all. Also they do pretty much everything well here, and I’m not just saying that because Lola will give me an evil eye if I don’t.” She said with a joking manner. At the offer of something Lil tilted her head and said, “Oh I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

At the talk of there not being any twenty four hour places Lil pondered  that for a moment.  “Huh. Yeah I’ve never heard about something like that up here. Although I think it’s a bit surprising there’s no 24 hour places in Boston. I figured you’d need some. Although I guess that can’t be helped if there’s regulations on that.” After all, Lil would have been rather unhappy to not have anywhere to go when it was this late and she couldn’t go home. Although she partially expected that this place was mostly open for the college students and the people with night jobs like her, surely they had that in the bigger cities too. At the gesture Lil couldn’t help but comply, not wanting to cause any friction with her new talking buddy, “Could I get a coffee when you’ve got the chance?” 

Turning back to Xóchitl, Lil asked, “ So are you from Boston then? I think I’ve been there a few times, but I don’t know too much about it.” Lil was well traveled, but it was honestly mostly places that were haunted. She never really had time to see the sights, so it was interesting to hear others talk about it.  

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“You as well,” the woman was at least more tolerable than some in town. Which sounded more like something Xóchitl might’ve said as a child, trying to fit in with the seventy-year-old white ladies on World’s End Isle, rather than something present-day her would say. Certainly, she could still come off more than just a bit self-focused, but that was more out of protection than anything else. Not out of snobbishness or a feeling that she was better than everyone else. She just was. Was, period, full stop. Not better, not worse. She just happened to have an especially interesting (and terrible) childhood, but she’d used that line once to pick up a guy at a bar, and had felt immediately and entirely ill about it after, and resolved to never do that again. “You wouldn’t be imposing. I asked you.” She nodded. “I just figure pancakes are always a good choice.”

Xóchitl nodded, “yes, I suppose so. But we don’t really have them, it’s not a fancy city in the same way that New York is, and there’s maybe rules or something? I don’t know, I never learned that.” Thankfully, her new companion ordered a coffee, at least, which wasn’t much, but it was something, and she’d settle for that for now, at least.

“From… yeah.” This was a stranger, so she could lie, at least for now. “Well, mostly. I think of it as where I’m from, though if I could pick anywhere, I’d pick Monterrey - Mexico, not the California one - because my mom’s from there. But Boston suffices well enough. How about you? Are you from here or elsewhere?”

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Lil nodded at the idea that the other had, and honestly it was a fair enough statement. After all, she never offered help herself unless she meant it. It was something drilled down to her core, if you offer something no matter how small you have to mean it. It’s why Lil, despite not being a fae or even particularly principled, only gave what she meant to give.  It wasn’t something she was exactly used to other people believing though. “I get that. Although I’m not super hungry at the moment.” 

Lil, after all, had been there for awhile and Lola had insisted she eat something when she came in. She had appreciated the care, even if she didn’t really understand why. At the comment that Boston wasn’t fancy, she wondered what cities would be considered that. “That’s fair. I mean I think New York is pretty famous for not sleeping right?” Lil said with a little bit of a smile, thinking that it was a pretty silly joke herself. She was pretty sure she’d been to the city, but again it was mostly blurred with other cities at the moment. She was to tired to parcel them out well. 

As they started to talk, Lil decided that it probably wasn’t super rude to start knitting again, still looking up at Xóchitl as she spoke and only glancing down. After all, Lil was pretty used to knitting in the dark at this point, she didn’t need to constantly look at it. “Oh neat. I’ve never been to Mexico, but I bet that’s a lovely place. Especially if your mom’s from there,” Lil said nodding a little. She wished she was somewhere else sometimes - well most of the time. It wasn’t the town exactly, but the obligations that were here. While Lil wasn’t exactly free to do what she wanted anywhere, she did feel more freedom on the road. It didn’t come with legacies after all. “I’m from here,” Lil said honestly, “Although I just got back in town this year. Are you settling here well? I know it can be quite a change in atmosphere even if you’re just coming up from Boston. - Which if you don’t mind me asking where in Boston are you from? One of my friends settled there so I’m always curious.”  It felt like a good way to keep the conversation going, although she very much doubted that she’d met Jameson - mostly because Jamie was pretty introverted and unlikely to make friends.

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“Fair enough. I don’t know why I’m hungry, but it’s nothing to stress over, and if it means I get pancakes, then so be it.” Xóchitl did her best to keep her voice on the more gentle end of things – not that she ever considered herself a harsh person, but still. Gentle was better, especially in the middle of the night, especially with strangers in a diner. Or rather, a stranger in a diner.

“I think it’s called the city that never sleeps, yeah. God knows when I -” she frowned for a moment, before deciding that maybe it wasn’t too much to share that she’d gone to school there. After all, anybody who looked her up would know she’d gotten her doctorate there. “When I lived there, I didn’t always sleep a lot, though probably due to a lot of schooling work.” And clubbing, and occasional bouts of insomnia. But her companion didn’t need to know that. “But yes, it’s famous for that, yeah. I will say, I crave pizza at 1am sometimes, and you just can’t really get that anywhere else I’ve lived.”

The other woman took up her knitting again and Xóchitl could only be said to look impressed at what her companion was doing. “It is. You are?” The fact that the woman had also been away for a time and only recently returned made Xóchitl lose focus on everything else she was thinking about. “Beacon Hill area. Near the Common? The Public Gardens? I – well, I was born here, too. Where did your friend settle, if you don’t mind my asking? Also just curious.”

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“To be fair, it is that time of night,” Lil said with a bit of a smile. She usually found that she ate at least once when she was pulling an all-nighter. It always seemed to be something like ‘lunch’. Still, it felt a little different to be around the town this late at night and eating. It was almost more soothing than during the day. Less busy and chaotic at the very least. She wondered if that’s how Jonas felt in the morning when he was baking bread. 

Lil listened at Xó talk about New York and wondered idly how she must have been like there. Lil found that she was a little different everywhere she’d been. Sometimes she was more extroverted and went and talked to people - and other times she hadn’t talked to anyone other than Jonas for days. It all depended. Hearing her hesitate on saying that she’d gone to University there made Lil pause, thinking that maybe she had overstepped somewhere. “I can imagine. Must be loads to do even at night. - Oh man getting pizza at 1am that’s got to help with anything. I don’t think there’s anywhere around here that’ll do that.” She was starting to babble, but managed to stop herself as her knitting speed picked up. 

Looking back to her, Lil saw her looking at her knitting and for a moment her hands stuttered slightly before picking back up. “Yup,” Lil said with a little nod. It wasn’t uncommon for people to be surprised. She actually thought she matched Wicked’s Rest pretty well, but hell she wasn’t sure if that was a bragging point. “Oh you were born here? ” Lil said, catching that bit and continuing, “ No I don’t mind at all - he ended up in Dorchester - I think that’s what it was called. I tried to get him to go to South Boston - He’s from Ireland originally you see - but he just scoffed at me.” Lil said with a chuckle. Pulling a bit of knitting out of her back that was a cardigan with a shamrock in green with a grey background and black border she continued, “Actually just finished his Christmas present before you came in.” 

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“You are still being very kind to be so fair to me.” Xóchitl certainly wasn’t about to complain about that, but she also knew that this particular stranger had to be one of the kinder ones she’d come across, given her immediate readiness to be so fair, and so she decided to take it as a positive sign (her moms would have to be proud of that, jumping to a first positive rather than an immediate negative or neutral).

“There’s certainly never a shortage of options,” she offered Lil a small smile. “Not that I took part in all of them – though to be fair, I don’t know if that’s impossible unless you’re someone who literally never sleeps, and that itself is impossible because you’d have serious, possibly life-threatening consequences without ever sleeping.” She chewed on her lip – not a typical action for Xóchitl but she had to wonder, if only for a moment, if the facts she shared were too much for an initial meeting with someone. Still, what was said was said and she offered a nod of sympathy towards Lil’s remark about there being nowhere around here to do that.

She gave a nod to Lil’s question about her being born in town. Nothing more, so as to not encourage questions, though if questions came up, Xóchitl would do her best to answer them to the fullest extent of her ability, without giving anything unnecessary away. “There is a place in Boston called Dorchester, yeah. Ah, well, yes, that is the stereotypically Irish part of the city, though there’s a lot of Irish people throughout the whole place.” Her gaze followed Lil’s hands as she pulled out the cardigan. “Holy shit, you’re incredibly impressive with the whole knitting thing.”

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Lil couldn’t help the snort and chuckle that came from the other’s observation. “What can I say? I try to see the positive.” It wasn’t exactly true, Lil was probably more of a pragmatist then an optimist, but it seemed at least a little more quick witted to claim the latter rather than the former. 

“It seems like a world of possible adventures though, it would be hard to sleep knowing that’s possible,” Lil responded thinking about her own travels lightly wondering if she would have ended up as listless as she was now if she was in a big city like that. Lil constantly wanted to move, her mind always on the next place, almost avoiding sentimentality and other binding things. It seemed like the only place she’d ever made those roots was here, and maybe she always intended that.  “ But yeah I think going to everything would make you a little sleep deprived for normal company,” Lil said with a bit of a smile that she hoped wasn’t too weary. After all, she hadn’t slept all that much lately. She was always jealous of people who could - she’d never been good at sleeping even before coming back - but she figured it came with the territory. 

Lil noticed how quiet the other seemed to get about being from this town, and figured it wasn’t a story she needed. After all, it wasn’t like her own story was pleasant, and sometimes nightmares were better left unvoiced. Instead, she latched onto a subject that was lighter. 

 Lil laughed and said, “I knew it. He would end up in an area accidentally filled with Irish people anyway. He is a walking case for irony being a cheat for hilarity.” 

At the complement Lil paused for a moment and said, “Oh - I appreciate that. Just a hobby I picked up. It’s pretty calming.” Also, if she was being honest, it was because she could do it in the dark when she was waiting for ghosts to show up. She also wouldn’t have to wake up to do it when Jonas was asleep, her steady clicking sounds let alone her shouts not being able to wake him up. “It can become second nature pretty quickly if you ever wanted to pick it up.” 

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Makes one of us, held itself back just behind Xóchitl’s lips. Which wasn’t entirely fair, she supposed. She did try to see the positive sometimes. It just wasn’t always easy. It wasn’t as though she stewed herself in negativity either. Always in the middle-ground. Or always trying to be that way.

Pragmatic, she supposed her mothers would call her. Mackenzie had been an optimist, and look where it had gotten her.

Which wasn’t fair to say at all, but there were some days where Xóchitl wondered if she’d been more careful, if she’d still be alive. Which wasn’t any sort of a productive train of thought, but it was one she nonetheless had – more than she’d care to admit. “Yeah, exactly.” Putting down real roots anywhere seemed nearly impossible, and yet she’d found herself back in this town,  back in some sort of a home, even if it wasn’t a place she wanted to call home any longer. She’d spent too long floating around in the city, and maybe that was why New York City had felt good, in a way. Because she could disappear. As sad as Mackenzie’s death was, it hadn’t been national newsworthy, and even if she still thought that her friend deserved to be known by all, at least she didn’t have to be “that dead girl’s best friend” wherever she went.

“Sounds like it.” She commented, taking another sip of her drink.

A nod at the comment about the knitting. “I can see that. It’s good to have things that do that, I think.” It could have been a question, but Xóchitl firmly ended the sentence. It was safer to be definitive. “I’ll consider it, though I’m not sure if I’d be good at it. Still, do you offer lessons?” She raised an eyebrow. “I could pay, if you did.”

___

Lil wasn’t quite sure what the other was thinking, looking over at her, but she figured that they might have more in common then they knew. If that was true, then it was better not to poke Xó and instead let the calm of the night settle between them. It was soothing, at the very least, at this time of night. It almost made Lil forget everything that was pressing in, and she hoped her companion thought the same. It was moments like this that made her remember the dark wasn’t always so scary.  Taking a sip of her coffee, after putting down her needles for a moment, Lil nodded. “Yeah, It’s pretty relaxing, all things considered.” At the idea of lessons Lil tilted her head and laughed, “For you? Sure. I’d love to. Although you don’t need to pay me. You’re nice to talk too and that’s enough payment for me.” Thinking about it for a moment she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a nub of a pencil and wrote down her number, not wanting to impose too much. After all, she wasn’t quite sure if she was serious. Writing out her name and phone number she placed it  near Xó’s plate and said, “Here’s my number. Feel free to reach out if you want to learn. Or you know, if you have any other fun facts about Boston or New York. I’m not picky.”

[alexie-writes]

Extra Ordinary Chapter 8

A/N: Welcome back! We'll be getting into the plot of the series pretty soon, so thanks for sticking with me!

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Chapter Eight: Birthdays

Essie was still fast asleep when Ostin got up the next morning. He may have been able to get up before 10AM every day, but Essie needed her extra sleep, after staying up from both the party and reading until the early hours of the morning.

Ostin woke her up at noon, much to her dismay. She dragged herself out of bed, got ready for the day begrudgingly, and met Michael and Ostin across the hall in the former's apartment.

She opened the apartment door just as Ostin said, “Dude, you’re not gonna believe it.”

Michael unhooked the clips from his fingers, cringing at the marks they’d left. “What?”

“This thing goes to a thousand volts and it’s saying ‘error.’ You’re definitely getting more electric.”

Michael sat down on one of the kitchen bar stools and began putting a watch back on. “Do you think it will stop?”

“I don’t know. No wonder Taylor’s cell didn’t work.” Ostin answered, as he finished scribbling down his notes in the same notebook that Essie had used earlier that week, sans the glitter pen. “So is Taylor really coming over for cake and ice cream?”

“She said she was. Then afterward we can have our first official meeting of the Electroclan. Morning, Essie.” he added as an afterthought.

“That’s sick!” Ostin said, grinning.

“Morning. Or, afternoon, I guess.” Essie yawned, sitting down on the dark gray living room couch, picking up one of the pine green throw pillows to hug.

“If you’d gone to sleep by midnight, you wouldn’t be so tired right now.” Ostin said, putting the notebook back in his bag.

“I know, but I wanted to finish my book, it was the last one in the series.” Essie whined, picking at the sleeves on her sweater.

“It still would’ve been there when you woke up.” Ostin said, turning towards her.

“Fine. Whatever, Mom.” Essie said, flipping him off.

Ostin made a face at her.

“Wow. Real mature, you two.” Michael said, laughing at the two of them. Sometimes, the two seemed like they were twins, not cousins. But that could’ve just been a side effect of living together for the past six years.

The three took turns playing halo on Michael’s XBox for the next few hours, and took a break around three to head down to the 7-Eleven on the corner to get Slurpees. They split up at five to go eat dinner, and then met back up at Michael’s apartment to wait for Mrs. Vey to come back.

At around six forty, Mrs. Vey walked through the front door carrying a chocolate cake. “I got your favorite cake,” she said, looking at Michael, before turning, “Hi, Ostin, Essie.”

“Hi Mrs. Vey. How was work?” Ostin asked.

“It was work.” she said, sighing as she put the cake on the counter. “Did you three have dinner?” she asked, just as she noticed the dishes in the sink. “Oh, you did. Mac n cheese.”

“Sorry, I didn’t do the dishes, I got distracted with the game.” Michael said, scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s okay, it’s your birthday.”

“I can clean up, so you can rest.” Essie said, nodding her head towards the dishes.

“Thank you very much, Essie. That would be lovely.” Mrs. Vey said, smiling at her.

“Of course!” Essie said, getting up from her spot on the couch, crossing the room.

Mrs. Vey went to her bedroom to get changed, and Essie filled up the sink with warm water and dish soap. She began to clean, and was halfway through cleaning out the pot of mac n cheese on the stove, the doorbell rang.

“Michael, would you get that?” Mrs. Vey shouted from her room.

“Got it, Mom.” Michael said, opening the door to Taylor standing in the hall.

“Happy birthday,” Taylor said, handing Michael a wrapped box. “This is for you.”

“Wow. Thank you.” Michael said, blinking rapidly. “Come in.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, Taylor!” Essie said, waving at her, hand covered in soap bubbles from the dishes.

“Hey, Essie.” Taylor said, smiling. She turned to Ostin. “Hey, Tex.”

Ostin looked vaguely confused about the name, but he’d basically given up after all of the wrong names the past day. “Hey, Taylor.”

Mrs. Vey walked out of her room, and smiled as she saw Taylor. “You must be Taylor.” she said, holding her hand out to shake.

“Hello. It’s so nice to meet you.” Taylor said, shaking Mrs. Vey’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” she said, looking around the group.

“Taylor brought me a present,” Michael said, lifting the box up.

“How thoughtful. Michael, will you get the ice cream from the freezer?”

“Sure.”

Essie let the dishwater out of the sink, as Mrs. Vey brought Taylor over to the dining table.

“So, Ridley’s an interesting name. Is it Scottish?” Mrs. Vey asked.

“No, it means ‘cleared woods’ in old English. So I’m like a vacant lot.” Taylor answered, smiling.

Mrs. Vey laughed. “Have you lived around here for a while?”

“I’ve lived in the same house my whole life.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I have two older brothers. They both go to college. So it’s kind of like being an only child.”

“Well, we’re happy you could make it tonight. Just go ahead and sit down, and I’ll get the cake.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vey.”

Mrs. Vey walked back into the kitchen, where Essie was drying her hands, and Michael was scooping ice cream. “What a cute girl,” she whispered to Michael, conspiratorially. “Well done.”

Essie left the kitchen in time to hear Michael sigh, “C’mon, Mom. She’s just a friend.”

Sure, a friend who was the prettiest girl in their grade that he had a crush on, who also had a thing for him. It was time for Essie to up her wingman game.

Mrs. Vey lit the candles on the cake, then walked it out to the table, where everyone else had sat down. The four of them sang “Happy Birthday” to Michael, and then all got a slice of cake.

Over the next hour, the five of them all talked and ate more of the cake. Taylor and Mrs. Vey really hit it off, and they made up most of the conversation.

“When I was five, my mom made this Beauty and the Beast cake with all of these plastic trees and they caught on fire so we had a big forest fire on our kitchen table until my dad blew it out with the fire extinguisher. He’s a little extreme that way. It put out the fire but ruined the cake, so my mom ended up putting candles on Twinkies.” Taylor told them, laughing.

Everyone laughed except Ostin, who likely would’ve reacted the way Taylor’s dad had.

“When is your birthday, Taylor?” asked Mrs. Vey.

“Sunday.”

Mrs. Vey turned to Michael in disbelief. “Michael, why didn’t you tell me? This should have been a joint party.”

Michael shrugged. “It’s just cake,”

Taylor, sensing the sudden awkward atmosphere, broke the silence. “So, Michael, are you going to open my gift?”

“Yes.” he said, picking up the gift, and opening it to reveal a black hoodie with their school’s name written on it.

“Do you like it? I thought you could, like, wear it to games.” Taylor said, grinning hopefully.

Michael held it up. “It’s awesome, thanks!”

“Cool, my birthday is in October.” Ostin said, looking from the hoodie to Taylor.

“Mine’s in July.” Essie added, not wanting to feel left out.

Mrs. Vey smiled at the group of them. “That’s a very sweet gift.” she said to Taylor.

Taylor beamed. “It’s nothing.”

The group of them continued talking and eating cake and ice cream until nine, when Mr.s Vey gathered the dishes to start washing them. “I think I’m going to call it a night. Taylor, do you have a ride home?”

“My dad’s coming to pick me up.”

“Well, it was very nice to meet you. I hope we’ll be seeing you again.”

Taylor smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Vey. I’m glad you invited me.”

“You’re very welcome. Goodnight, Ostin, Essie.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Vey, thanks for the cake.” Ostin smiled at her.

“Thank you Mrs. Vey, goodnight!” Essie waved.

Mrs. Vey walked over to Michael, and kissed his forehead. “I love you. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Mom. I love you too.” Michael replied.

Mrs. Vey put the remaining dishes in the sink, then walked into her room.

“Your mom is really nice.” Taylor said, after Mrs. Vey had closed her room door.

“She’s a babe,” Ostin said.

“Ew, Ostin.” Essie said, making a face at him.

“Dude, she’s my mother. You’ve got to stop saying that.” Michael said, grimacing.

“Sorry.” Ostin said in a tone that told them he wasn’t really that sorry.

Taylor laughed at the trio. “Well, she is. I hope I’m that hot when I’m a mom.”

Ostin changed the subject before they could continue. “So, let’s get our meeting sorted. Who’s going to call it to order?”

Taylor and Michael looked at each other.

“I think you should be the president.” Taylor said to him.

Essie smirked as she bent down to get her notebook out of her bag.

“Why me?” Michael looked at her, confused.

“Because I said so.” Taylor enunciated, grinning.

“I second that,” Ostin said.

“Third.” Essie said, pulling out her glitter pen.

Michael looked even more confused, but shook his head, like he wasn’t going to question that. “Okay, I call the first meeting of the Electroclan to order. Now what?”

“We need to follow up on our last meeting.” Taylor said.

“We need minutes.” Ostin said.

“No more than thirty, my dad’s coming to pick me up.”

“No, minutes are our notes from previous meetings.” Essie corrected, motioning to her notes.

“Oh! Sorry,” Taylor said, shyly.

Essie began to read off, “In the last unofficial meeting, Taylor shared that she learned you were both born in the same hospital, which was an unlikely coincidence. Then, Ostin said the fact that you both have powers is also highly unlikely. Third, the records from that hospital from April 16th through April 27th of ‘96, have been erased.”

Taylor whistled lowly. “Yikes.”

“Thanks, Essie.” Michael said.

Ostin nodded in approval. “I have something very important to add to the record.” he said, putting emphasis on the word ‘very.’

“Go ahead,”

“I discovered something very disturbing. During those eleven days, there were 287 births in Pasadena County.” he paused for effect.

“What’s so disturbing about that?” Taylor asked, confused.

Ostin looked up at her, annoyed. “May I continue?”

“Sorry…”

“59 of those babies were born at Pasadena General Hospital, where you two were born,” he motioned to Michael and Taylor. “As I looked over the records, I came across something very, very, peculiar.” he paused for effect again. “42 of the children born during that time didn’t live more than two days.”

“What?” the other three said, nearly in unison.

“I checked the same time period a month before and there was only one baby that didn’t live.”

“Forty times the number of…?” Michael couldn’t finish his sentence.

“That’s so sad, did it say what happened to them?” Taylor asked.

Essie felt like she was going to be sick.

“Unknown causes. But it gets stranger. Only 17 of the babies born at Pasadena General lived, and that includes you two.” Ostin motioned to Michael and Taylor, again.

Michael leaned forward. “You’re saying that out of 59 births, only 17 babies survived?”

“Precisely.” Ostin folded his hands in front of him, looking just as sick as Essie felt. “It couldn’t be a coincidence. A 4200% increase in death in an 11-day period and the records of those 11 days disappear. I’m guessing that whatever caused those deaths has something to do with whoever destroyed the records.”

“We need to find out what was different about those 11 days,” Taylor said.

“My thinking exactly. Essie, did you find anything?” Ostin said, turning to her.

“I’ve found that there was a shockingly low amount of coverage on a ridiculous amount of infant deaths, but I haven’t really had a chance to check that much.” Essie said, frowning. She didn’t like how this was looking. Who would’ve had the influence to silence that many people in LA of all places? If there’s anything she knew about LA, it’s that there were people searching for gossip everywhere. “We can get more information in a few days, I have plenty of time tomorrow.”

They sat in silence for a minute, before Ostin piped up. “We tested Michael’s voltage earlier today.”

“Oh?” Taylor asked, hoping for anything to get her mind off of all of that death.

“Yes. We had tested it earlier this week, and it has increased by at least a few hundred volts since then. The multimeter measures up to one thousand volts, and it was saying ‘error’.” Ostin said, looking proud of him.

“That is a bit of a change. Why is it happening now?”

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping to find out. In the meantime, I’m going to have to look into getting a multimeter that measures higher voltage.” Ostin said, frowning at the machine on the counter.

“So. Is there anything else we need to go over?” Essie asked.

“Not that I can think of.” Ostin said. The rest of them shook their heads, agreeing with him.

“Alright then. This first meeting of the Electroclan is adjourned.” Michael said.

“Good timing, too. My dad just texted.” Taylor said, holding up her phone. “I’ve got to go.” she said, picking up her bags.

“Bye, Taylor, goodnight!” Essie called after her, putting her notebook and pen back in her bag.

“Bye,” Ostin said.

“Bye!” Taylor waved at them.

“I’ll walk you out,” Michael followed her to the door.

Taylor smirked at him. “My, what a gentleman.” she said, taking his arm and laughing as they walked out.

“Good for them.” Essie said, grinning at the closed door her friends had exited.

“What do you mean ‘good for them’?” Ostin asked, confused.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Essie said, ruffling Ostin’s hair as he made a face at her.

The two walked out of the door and crossed over to their family’s apartment.

Essie went to the computer, dreading the research she was going to have to do. She hated that it was even something that had happened. She sighed, as she turned on the computer. It was going to be a long night.

[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

Therapy 30.01.23 // penultimate session // in person visit

I pulled up into T’s driveway bang on 10am, go me for timing! I’d texted her five minutes previously to say, see you in five minutes, so she knew to expect me on time. Anxious me leaves nothing to chance.

I felt anxious (recurring theme here) over whether I’d left my car in an ok place on her drive, and I automatically assumed T would open her front door and come out as I pulled up, but she didn’t. Perhaps therapy protocol says you have to wait for your client to be ready to come in, in case they want to sit in the car and deep breathe for a moment or something. In that split second I had a mild panic that we hadn’t discussed the arrival protocol - on my last visit we had talked through it all beforehand so that I was less anxious. I remembered that she’d said previously go to the door and ring the doorbell, that’s what her therapy clients usually do. So I pulled myself together, got out of the car and tried to act like I was a functional adult who can pay someone a visit. Thankfully before I got to the front door T opened it and came out.

We said hello and I anxiously asked if the car was ok where it was, and T shrugged and said it was fine, like no big deal. Then we looked at each other and hesitated. I feel like I’m so socially awkward with giving hugs. After a moment, T said “would you like a hug?” and I said yes, so she gave me a hug right there on the driveway. Ok good start. She gave me a hug here on my last visit too so I feel like it’s all ok so far, no disappointment, reasonably predictable. Good for my anxious nervous system.

We walked round her house to her office at the back. Me having an overwhelmed, unable to talk moment, and her chatting away about the garden. Then we went in her office and it seemed smaller than I remembered, but that turned out to maybe be because she’d swapped the position of a couple of things. I sat on the sofa, which was also smaller than I remembered, and T said “Oh you wanted me to sit closer” and pulled her chair nearer. It would have been very intimate if she’d sat on the sofa with me, since it was smaller than I remembered, so while I didn’t get to snuggle, that would have brought its own awkwardness and this way probably worked better. I took my shoes off, and she commented that I didn’t have to, which is just incomprehensible to me. Shoes are for outside, getting from one inside to another inside. I laughed and said I’m conditioned to take my shoes off when I come inside (hello childhood). I can’t relax with shoes on and since I always sit cross legged on sofas anyway its much more comfy in socks.