#and the next day or two to go swimming before the pool in my apartment complex closes for the year

[vitiateoriginator]

I'm finally taking a fucking vacation from my job next week

[catiuskaa]

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]

PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader

SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

WC: 3.2k

CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...

A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion, lmao. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun!

[☆☆★☆☆]

He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.

He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.

You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.

You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.

It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.

“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.

“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”

“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.

But then, the sex dreams started.

“Chan, I’m back!”

He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.

“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.

Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.

“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”

“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.

“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.

He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.

It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.

Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.

Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.

Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.

“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.

He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.

After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.

“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.

With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.

“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”

He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.

“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”

“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”

In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.

“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.

But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.

Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.

You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.

When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.

No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.

You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.

The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.

“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.

“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.

[☆☆★☆☆]

“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”

"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.

"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."

You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.

"...Minho?"

"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.

You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."

"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone. Oh boy. "The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"

"My what?!"

"This is getting old really quick, goddamnit." You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.

But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.

"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!"

"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.

"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"

"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.

He hung up.

You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.

"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"

You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.

He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.

"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.

"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."

"I... wanted to say that, uh..."

"I am sorry if I... uh..."

"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"

You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.

"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.

"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."

"I uh, kinda, I guess."

"But never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."

You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.

Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.

He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.

He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?

But then, he met you right in front of his room.

Before you could escape or come up with anything, he approached you and pecked your lips, feeling his heart skip ten beats when you pushed him away.

His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.

The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.

He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it. "What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"

You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. "Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away "Unless you don't want..."

He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.

"No... I want you."

"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."

[☆☆★☆☆]

Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.

It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.

And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.

He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.

And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.

“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.

The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.

As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.

“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”

Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.

He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.

He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.

“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.

“I-i uh…”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.

“Uh?”

He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.

“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”

Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.

Let’s have fun again tonight.

He bit his lip, turning his phone off.

“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.

He’d keep the other one a secret.

[☆☆★☆☆]

[hard hours]

~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 27: CUNNILINGUS [CARLOS SAINZ X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Carlos and dom!reader. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you see here then consider checking out my blog :))

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

(this takes place in au we have where reader is a successful businesswoman and Carlos is her subby househusband, if you'd like to see more you can check out the 'house husband Carlos' tag on my blog)

Carlos ADORES eating you out, and it's something that you must let him do at least 5 times a week or else you'll have a very pouty and unhappy house husband. He must taste you regularly! You cannot deprive him of this!

Sometimes you'll decide to challenge him and not let him cum for a few days, edge him until he's so hard it hurts and then wait for his erection to go down before tucking him in a cage for a few days. But you can't do that with eating you out.

You can't decide he isnt allowed a taste for a few days, that would be cruel and unusual punishment and poor Carlos would not be able to take it.

Carlos has two favourite places he likes to eat you out (though he'll happily do it literally anywhere).

Firstly, when you work from home.

Well he just adores when you work from home full stop, because then he can bring you snacks and show you how well he cleans and make you lunch and kneel for you while you eat and pop his head into your office for kisses. Amazing.

But the absolute BEST part about you working from home is when you call him and let him knee under your desk and eat you out while you work. It's amazing.

He'll happily kneel under your desk, eating you out like a starved man, getting as many orgasms out of you as he can. He only stops when you push your chair back and pull him away by his hair. He will not stop on his own accord, absolutely not.

The other time he loves it the most, is lazy Sunday afternoons spent by the pool. Carlos keeps the backyard in perfect condition of course, the pool is always sparkling and the grass perfectly cut and the furniture always clean.

You have a little bar and barbecue area next to the pool, which Carlos keeps stocked with all the ingredients needed for your favourite cocktails.

You always go for a swim together when you have Sunday afternoons free, with Carlos usually choosing to swim a few extra laps than you.

You'll settle down on one of the loungers next to the pool, enjoying the sun and then Carlos will come and join you. Rather than laying on the lounger next to yours, he moves your legs apart by your ankles and then settles between your legs. He lays down there, his head against your belly and lets the sun dry his back.

Pretty soon he's shuffling down and staring hungrily at your bikini bottoms, a silent request to have a taste. You always let him of course, and he quickly pulls your bikini bottoms aside, not even bothering to take them off.

That's how he spends the rest of the afternoon, eating you out in the sun. Sometimes you'll pull him off for a breather, and then he just lays on your stomach and enjoys the sun. Other times you'll tell him to go make you a cocktail, and he'll go happily, an absolutely obscene bulge in his swim trunks.

He makes your cocktail and then settles right back down between your legs and goes back at it.

[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love (4)

Hi guys :)

This is the next chapter for the Luna's serie "One Love". I don't know how many chapter I will write for this, so if you have request, my messages are open to you :)

Please enjoy ♥

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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Buying a house with someone is something really special. When Lucy talked about it to Ona the first time, she was scared that Ona would say no. The Catalan girl hesitated though, but for a totally another reason than money or engagement. She was shy at first to explain to Lucy why she wouldn’t want to buy a house with the woman she considers like the love of her life.

But then Lucy made her talk to her, and Ona finally admitted that it was because Lucy wasn’t sure to stay in Barcelona and that she didn’t want to come home to find herself alone in their house. It’s squished Lucy’s heart to be honest and she can perfectly understand Ona. The English girl resign soon after her contract to Barcelona and then they started to look for a house.

The one Ona had found was perfect for them. It was in the nearest part of Barcelona from Villassar de Mar, not far away from their friends’ home and not far from the training ground. Alexia’s is at five minutes walk, Salma isn’t far away, as are Mapi and Ingrid. The house has a big garden, two more rooms for when Lucy’s family would come to visit them and a swimming pool. When Ona visits it at first, she got scared that it was to big for the both of them. But then Lucy remembers her that they have two dogs who would love the garden and friend’s who would come visit them from time to time.

They nevertheless decided to build a barrier around the pool, both for Lucy’s nephew and niece, but also for Coco and his passion for water.

They had fun decorate the house after that, taking almost all the furniture from Lucy’s apartment but buying other things together too. Ona wanted a place to make barbecue on summer night, so they made one. They even went to a candle and decoration’s shop at Sevilla after the final in March. Ona posted it on Instagram, but they didn’t make a hard launch however, having fun reading the various speculations on social networks, their fans going crazy just with that.

It's strange sometimes to live together and never have confirmed anything to people, but this is the way they choose to do things and it’s perfect for them like this.

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Ona was enjoying the last ray of sunshine of the day on their terrasse when Lucy joins her. Ona was wearing one of Lucy’s shirts, but it’s became so usual that Lucy doesn’t even react. She just installs herself next to her girlfriend on the outdoor couch, taking her against herself by passing both of her arms around her waist.

“Hola” smirks Ona, opening one eye to look at Lucy before closing it again.

“Hello there” answers Lucy.

Lucy kisses her cheek several times, then her nose, her jaw and the corner of Ona’s lips. The latter sighs in contentment, making herself comfortable in her girlfriend embrace.

“What do you want for diner?” Ona mumbles some time after.

“Is “You, all the way” a too cheeky answer?”

Ona laughs and opens her eyes to see a full smirking Lucy.

“It’s bad, even for you, mi Vida.”

Lucy pinches her hips in answer, making Ona laughs again, but she can’t help but keep smiling. She loves their life in their new home, she loves her life right now and she loves Ona. She never been so much happy in her life and she can’t wait to see what the future will be. As long as she’s with Ona, she knows it will be great. The greatest, actually.

“How are you so beautiful?” Lucy whispers.

She can’t keep her eyes away from her girlfriend. Her soft long brown hair, the freckles everywhere on her skin, her perfectly drawing nose, her lips she wants to kiss every second of the day. Her eyes, so talkative. They usually are brown chocolate but right now with the sun, they look like dark honey. And Lucy can swear that her skin is like glowing.

She makes Ona blush.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Ona whines, hiding her face in her hand. When Lucy looks at her that way she blushes everytime and became again the shy Ona she was at the beginning of their relationship. That makes Lucy smile, happy to see that she still has that kind of effect on her girlfriend.

“Why? You are the most beautiful girl in the world and you’re mine. I’ll be stupid not to enjoy the view.”

“You’re such a sap.”

Lucy laughs again but decide not to tease Ona some more, tightening her against her after kissing her softly on her lips. For once, they are not disturbed by their dogs. Both of them are on holidays, Narla at Keira’s and Coco with Ona’s brother. The couple will leave tomorrow for holidays, travelling in Italy and visiting some places too. Their suitcases are ready, one thing who change in Ona’s life now that she’s in relationship with Lucy. Before she only prepared her suitcase like two hours before leaving, running around her flat and forgetting half of her things.

Some things have changed and it’s seems like it’s for the good.

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Ona and Lucy never went in Italy before, except for football games. When they choose Roma, it was strange for Lucy to ask Keira or Laura any advice, so she just stick with what she finds on Internet. And it was great, to be honest. The hotel she chooses is amazing, their room unbelievable and they both love the city. And the food is kind of great too.

They visited a lot, mostly the most crowded places, but they managed to do it without being recognized. Or at least, no one asked them a picture. They are less famous here than they are in Spain or England though. And they both love that. Lucy even stops to restrain herself and don’t hesitate to pass her arm around Ona’s shoulders or waist when they walk.

Football is never far away from them, though. Tonight, the finale of the men Champions League is playing, Barcelona against Manchester City and it’s happening at Rome. It was way to perfect for both of them to ignore it. So, they take their ticket and went there, Ona wearing a Barcelona jersey and Lucy a City one. Ona sent a picture of Lucy wearing what she calls “The wrong shirt” on the WhatsApp’s group of the Barcelona Femeni, and it’s safe to say that Lucy will probably receive way more laps to do when they come back, gift from Alexia.

It costed Ona a tickle attack and then a pillow fight in their hotel room, Lucy reading the messages after getting ready. The English woman took advantage of Ona’s distraction as she prepared herself in the bathroom. But, when they stopped to take their breath, it only took a big smile from Ona and a few kisses for her to be forgiven.

The game and the atmosphere are great to be fair, but six days passing to explore the city made Ona really tired. Even if her eyes are focused on the pitch, her head finish against Lucy’s shoulder. But the English woman didn’t seem to mind, looking at her girlfriend while smiling.

“Tired Princesa?” Lucy asks.

“Sí” Ona nods.

Ona’s tired face is always soft and endearing, in Lucy’s opinion. She kisses her hair after putting her arm behind Ona’s back and Ona smiles, letting herself go against Lucy a little more. And when she feels Lucy’s thumb stroking softly, lovingly, her jaw, she can’t help but look up at her girlfriend. They look at each other for some seconds before Lucy leans in, kissing tenderly Ona’s lips.

The softness of the kiss and Lucy’s thumbs still stroking her jaw make Ona smile against her girlfriend’s lips. Yet surrounded by thousands of people, when Ona looks in her eyes, Lucy forgets everyone around them.

“Te amo” Ona whispers, before putting her head on her shoulder again.

After the game, they stop to buy a pizza to go and went to their hotel, eating during their walk. They choose to walk and not to take the tub, preferring to avoid a crowd of people. Plus the weather is great, they feel safe and they love discovering some cute alleys. They walk peacefully, hand in hand, talking about everything and anything.

It’s only when she takes her phone at the hotel that Ona sees all the notifications on her phone.

“Qué demonios?!” (“What the hell?”)

Ona seems to be lost, before that her face drops, alerting Lucy.

“What’s happening?”

But the Catalan woman only shakes her head, driving Lucy probably half crazy. She takes Ona by her arm to make her go inside their suite. And, when the door is closed, she turns in Ona’s direction. Ona has a pale face and the only thing holding Lucy back from asking her who died is because she really fears that someone actually died. So she just wait, looking at Ona expectantly.

“Everyone knows” Ona mumble, scrolling her phone.

“What are you talking about?”

“Remember when you kissed me? During the game?”

Lucy nods only, forcing Ona to look at her to realize that she answered her. Instead of answering herself, Ona just show her phone to Lucy. Ona is on Tiktok and the video in front of Lucy’s eyes is simply them kissing during the game, two hours before. Letting a swear word escaping her lips, Lucy takes her phone too, looking at her notifications. They are blowing, just like Ona’s.

She rolls her eyes reading her brother’s text (“Nice hard launch, Luce”) and scroll between different apps. Their groups of friends are going crazy too and some of their messages make her smile too. But when she looks up at Ona once more, the Spaniard seems still very pale and is looking at her with something looking like fear in her eyes.

“What is it Princesa?” Lucy asks softly.

She takes two steps to be as near from Ona as possible, reaching for her hand. Ona takes it hesitantly, letting Lucy takes her in her arms.

“You’re not mad?” ended up asking Ona, her cheek against Lucy’s shoulder.

“No, why would I be mad?”

Ona simply shrugs her shoulders for any answer, but this doesn’t suit Lucy. The latter gently takes the chin of the Spanish woman between her thumb and index finger to raise her face in her direction.

“Hey. Just talk to me please?”

Ona sighs, she’s never able to refuse anything to Lucy when she looks in her eyes like that.

"You’ve always been afraid we’d go public. I just wonder what’s changed."

Lucy bites her lips and looks at Ona for several seconds before answering. She choses her words with attention, just to be sure that her thoughts are clearly passed to Ona.

“I was afraid that people’s words might hurt you. We were more subtle than Keira and Laura and look how many times they have to remove the comments under their posts? That’s not what I want for us. You are the most important person to me – don’t say that to my mom please – and I think it would make me die to see people talking about you the way they are doing about Laura. I just wanted to protect you, it wasn’t about hiding my feelings for you. I’m proud to be with you.”

Ona bites her lips too, but when she opens her mouth to talk, Lucy talks first.

“I’m not mad. It’s too late to change things anyway. We just have to leave with our friend’s teasing for some days now.”

“Days? Don’t you know Mapi?”

Lucy laughs at that, rolling her eyes once again. She knows that Ona is right obviously. They will hear about this story for a very long amount of time. Ona tiptoe to kiss Lucy, and the latter doesn’t hesitate to pass her arms around Ona’s waist and kiss her back. She made them fall on the bed, making Ona laughs and stops the kiss.

Lying on her girlfriend, Ona kiss her one more time, happily surprise to see how the moment didn’t make an argument between them. They almost never fought since they were together, of course they were small arguments, but Ona only remembers one big fight. They found Coco hiding under their bed after that.

Lucy extends their kiss, letting her hands running on Ona’s back and tights. When the kiss ends, Lucy close her eyes, letting her head rest on the pillow. And she passes her hand under Ona’s jersey to stroke her skin.

Some seconds passes, before Ona stands up a little, a malicious smile on her lips.

“I definitely will say it to your mother.”

[writers-potion]

Hi. I'm writing a novel in first person and my main character has some serious trauma around swimming, but I'm not quite sure how to write that fear or that reaction they would have. also having the same problem with a lot of fear-related subjects when writing in first person. any tips? thanks! :D

Hi, thank you for the question!

As someone who has a deep fear of drowning AND of swimming, I think I can testify for that particular fear in person. But before I dive in, here are some factors to consider:

Age of your character: A child or teen or adult?

Children are more likely to show fear by expressing dislike, or even being violent/throwing tantrums when they're made to confront it. Teens may try to hide it, or build creative (sometime extreme) methods to avoid it like hell. Adults, at least mature ones, will learn to build barriers around their fears: avoiding it as much as possible, but also learning to control their reactions when they come to contact with it.

One-time event or chronic?

Another thing to consider is how the trauma came to be in the first place. Here are two traumas from my personal life:

Fear of water: I nearly drowned in a wasterfall at age 2. At age 5, one of my friends pushed me into a pool unexpectedly. Age 10, my sister made me swim to the deep side of the pool and when I stopped to take a break, I couldn't stand up. Age 13, I had a horrible swimming teacher who expected everyone to be able to swim..etc.etc. I've had multiple near-death experiences in water and after that, even after I've learnt how to swim, I'll NEVER.

Fear of elevators: I was locked inside an elevator for over an hour during a powercut. When I managed to forced the door open to escape, I found myself staring at the abyss that smelled faintly of oil. I was stuck in between floors. + Around the same time, a delivery man in the same elevator grabbed and kissed me, then ran away. A couple of days later, he tried to force his way into our apartment when I answered the door. These two event alone was enough to compel me to take the stairs for the next seven months.

Usually when a trauma has been built over time, it's difficult to see the problem rationally even when time has passed.

Traumas caused by a large, one-off event, moving away from the specific location and getting rid of the situation more or less permanently is often enough to make the person see the situation rationally. It was that particular elevator, that delivery man. It's not going to happen again. It'll remain more like a fully healed scar that tingles once now and then.

The attitude of your character. Do they want to overcome the fear, and feel frustrated/angry at themselves when they inadvertently feel scared? Or are they highly defensive? Maybe they have no mental walls built, and simply run away at the slightest hint of the feared situation.

Tips for Writing Fears

It's easier to open up to strangers. It's easier to confess a fear to someone who doesn't know your personal history, since there's less chance you'll be judged.

Simulating isn't the same as actually confronting. Your character can find themselves dreaming about being able to swim perfectly, then feel their daydream shatter when they actually try to.

Extreme tension + crashing afterward. Whenever your character is exposed to swimming, they'll be at their wit's edge, being tense and paying extreme attention to their surroundings. Once they're home, they'll simply crash like how you'd hit the bed after a long, hard day (maybe feeling body pain, constricted chest, headache, loss of appetite from the sheer exhaustion).

Overly prepared vs. Avoiding. It's one or the other. Either your character brings a safety jacket, a donut tube, a rope, snorkling equipment, etc. or they don't bring a swimsuit at all so that they can say, "I can't swim in my skinny jeans and silk shirt, can I?" and avoid it altogether.

Saying "I'm okay!" repeatedly. More to themselve than to others as a form of desperate self-assurance.

Panic. At times when your character comes dangerously close to swimming, they'll just panic and make the situation worse for themselves. For example, if they just happen to slip inside water while sitting at the edge of the pool, they'll immediately start kicking and gasping as thogh they've already drowned. It almost becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. They'll swallow water, strain all the muscles in their body, and sit extremely still covered in multiple swimming towels afterward, saying nothing and playing the moment over and over in their head.

Being nervous for the whole day if they know they have a swimming class (or something similar) later

Dreaming about drowning

Trying to learn swimming, but not progressing for months because they can't bring themselves to step out of their comfort zone (which is going to be very small)

Hope this helps! :)

[apuckishwit]

platonic stobin and/or any flavor of steddie prompt: Robin might be nosy, but at least she isn't getting caught staring with binoculars around her neck, [insert child's name in italics here].

(Dustin was my first thought but I can see any of them. Except maybe Will; I doubt he'd get caught >:)! )

It's a damn near perfect day.

The sun is shining, warm enough to swim without it being too hot. No one is dying, no one's injured, there are no nightmarish beasts bursting out of the Upside Down (there never will be again and isn't that something Robin feared she'd die before she saw?). No, they're actually having a pleasant day at the quarry, just her, Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.

"Grownups only, shitheads," Steve had announced when Nancy brought up the idea last week at the Hellfire game night being hosted at his house.

"You're not inviting Hopper and Joyce!" Mike had protested.

"I said grownups, not parents. There's a difference," Steve had fired back smoothly.

"I am at least twice as mature as Argyle," Dustin had squawked.

"Cancelled out by the fact that you annoy me at least three times as much," Steve had said, accepting a somewhat off-target fist bump from Argyle and a mumbled, 'righteous, thanks dude.'

Even Max had been unable to wheedle anything more than a promise to host a pool party at his house before the summer weather broke for good. Eventually, the kids had subsided and the six of them spent the next week planning the perfect day out.

Just a chance to really sit back and revel in the fact that they have their lives back. That they made it through the horrors lurking underneath Hawkins, that they've really beaten it. That Vecna/Henry Creel/One is fucking dead and despite his best efforts, he didn't take any of them with him. A chance to celebrate the fact that they can be stupid kids again for a little while before the ordinary, everyday problems of adulthood start creeping in again.

It's been perfect, so far. The quarry is surprisingly deserted, only a few other groups staked out on the thin strip of beach and all of them far enough apart not to bother each other. There's good food, courtesy of Steve, good beer, courtesy of Jonathan, and though Eddie and Argyle haven't said anything, she fully expects there to be good weed later. They've been crashing in and out of the water for a few hours, and now she and Steve are stretched out on the beach blankets they've spread out, shooting the shit about customers they've had to deal with in Family Video lately and sort of idly discussing what they're going to do when Keith inevitably gets tired of them and Robin's parents start making noises about her going to college after her year off to "process the tragedy of the earthquakes."

Steve's answers are getting slower and slower to come, a full belly, the warm sun, and a run of late shifts this week so he could be free in the mornings to take Max to physical therapy all conspiring against him. She's unsurprised when his voice eventually fades to a soft snore, and she glances over at him fondly, reaching over to ruffle one hand through his hair and laughing when he makes a grumpy, discontented noise before settling again.

She's about to dig around in her bag for the book she's been reading when Eddie comes bounding up out of the water, flipping the bird at Jonathan and Argyle, who are laughing hysterically while Nancy watches on, perched on one of the anchored platforms the city had built around the quarry a couple years ago.

Robin tries very hard (and fails very hard) not to notice how good the other girl looks in her purple and green two-piece.

Eddie opens his mouth as if he's going to call out to them, but snaps it shut abruptly when he catches sight of Steve. It's become one of their unspoken rules--you announce yourself loudly when you're coming up behind Nancy; no sudden, quick movements around Eddie; absolutely nothing resembling a clock chime around Max and Lucas. And if Steve's feeling relaxed enough to fall asleep, you do not wake him up unless it's an emergency.

Eddie slows his steps as he approaches, a quiet look of adoration flashing across his expressive face before he seems to remember she's there and quickly schools his features. It's getting harder and harder to pretend she doesn't notice them, doesn't notice the answering way Steve's eyes just follow Eddie whenever he's not looking. She's promised herself she's not going to say anything until Steve does...Eddie had come out to the group soon after they defeated Vecna, but she knows better than anyone that this is something Steve has to figure out for himself. She has a whole stack of pamphlets and articles about bisexuality on standby, but that's as far as she's letting herself go until Steve broaches the topic.

Although, if they don't get their heads out of their asses by Christmas, she may have to reevaluate. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't getting a little impatient.

"Hey," Eddie says softly, dropping down onto the blanket on Steve's other side, far enough away that he won't drip any of the icy quarry water onto Steve's skin.

"Hey yourself," she answers. "Get tired of being drowned every thirty seconds?"

"Argyle's a dirty cheater," Eddie declares hotly. "That chill, super cool vibe is a front I'm telling you, but no one believes me."

"Mmhmm," she says with a smirk, that softens into an affectionate smile when Steve stirs and turns over at the sound of Eddie's voice, curling onto his side facing Eddie, all without ever waking up.

Eddie's face goes soft and adoring again, almost gooey, and Robin is biting her tongue so hard she's tasting blood. She flicks her sunglasses down over her eyes and pretends to be finding the bushes and trees just off to their side very fascinating so she doesn't have to watch the sickening, ridiculous pining going on two feet away from her. Jesus Christ, at this rate she won't even be mad if Steve gets a boyfriend before she gets a girlfriend.

it is as she's pointedly scanning the treeline that she catches a flicker of movement--too obvious and large to be an animal. She freezes for a split-second, adrenaline flooding her system, and she is opening her mouth to yell out a warning, getting ready to leap to her feet, when a flash of color registers and resolves itself into Dustin Henderson's familiar trucker cap.

The little shit ducks further behind a large bush, and Robin narrows her eyes. He's facing her, Eddie, and Steve, and who knows how long he's been there. She turns to face the water again, taking advantage of the sunglasses to keep her eyes on the spot where Henderson's hiding. Sure enough, after a few seconds, his head pops back up cautiously, something raised to his face.

Oh for pity's sake.

"Hey, I'm gonna run up to the cars and grab some more sunscreen," she says, and jumps to her feet without waiting for an answer.

It's takes her several minutes to work her way out of Henderson's sight and then double back around, and her outfit (a bathing suit, a pair of cutoffs she's pretty sure belong to Steve, and flipflops) isn't really the best for tramping around in trees and brush, but it's worth it when she's able to sneak around behind Henderson and clap a hand down on his shoulder.

He jumps about a foot in the air.

He screams like a girl.

And really?

Robin might be nosy, but at least she's not getting caught staring with binoculars around her neck.

"Robin! Hi! Wow, fancy, uh, fancy meeting you here," Dustin says, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. God, he really might as well be Eddie's child.

"Whatcha doing, Henderson?" she drawls, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dustin sputters for a second before drawing himself up and planting his hands on his hips. "I...am, am birdwatching. Obviously." He sniffs, a bitchy look settling on his face and Robin has to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh.

He might as well be Steve's child, too.

"Uh huh." She stares at him, unblinkingly.

He holds her gaze for a good thirty seconds before finally cracking. "Ugh, fine. I was just..."

"Spying?" she supplies helpfully.

"Observing."

She raised an eyebrow. "Observing what, exactly?" She's pretty sure she knows, but she's gonna make him say it, damn it.

She likes Dustin. She likes all the kids (well, okay, sometimes Mike Wheeler gets on her nerves, but he's got a good heart under all the teenage angst...and it's not like he doesn't have a shit ton of reasons to be moody. They all do.) but she'll be the first to admit that she doesn't have near the patience for them that Steve does (and he really does, despite his constant bitching about it).

Dustin's face does a weird little scrunch--one that she has frequently observed on her best friend's face when he's trying to articulate something complicated, Jesus Christ--and then his shoulders slump. "I just thought it was weird that Steve didn't want us tagging along. And then El said maybe you guys all just wanted some privacy, and like...I know Nancy and Jonathan called it quits, so Lucas and I were wondering if maybe Steve was gonna shoot one more shot with her, which, I know you know would be a terrible idea. They care about each other, sure, fine, but I mean...we all watched that shitshow in the RV, you know?" He pauses, out of breath, and Robin keeps her face utterly blank.

She and Dustin don't have a great deal in common, but one trait they do is a tendency to overshare in the face of silence.

"I just don't understand why you and Steve won't just give yourselves a chance!" he blurts out finally. "You two are, like, creepily in tune with each other! You'd be so good together!"

Yup. This again.

"You are weirdly invested in Steve's love life, little dude," she says mildly.

"I am not!" Dustin protests.

Robin levels an unimpressed look at the binculars. Dustin blushes. Finally, though, his face falls, something a little vulnerable entering his expression.

"I just want him to be happy," he mumbles, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "I mean, you too, obviously...and I know you don't, like, owe him anything if you're not interested. I just...don't understand why you're not interested."

And damn it, sometimes the way this kid and her best friend bicker makes it easy to forget how much they really love each other.

She's still not really ready for the group at large to know about her. She knows in her head that no one will have a problem with it--they'd all accepted Eddie. They've accepted the kind of weird 'we're just seeing what develops' vibe Jonathan and Argyle have going on. If she's not misreading things, Will is going to have something to say soon, and El and Max are already trying to subtly let him know they've got his back. She knows these people are safe. It's just...hard. She's going to tell them. Soon. She just needs a little more time.

"Look, Dustin, that's really sweet. But I need you to understand that Steve and I are just friends, okay? We are never going to be more than friends, and we're both happy with that, okay? You need to butt out."

Dustin nods, but she doesn't miss the slightly mutinous look on his face. He really can't stand not to be right. Oh for...

Oh.

Oh wait...

Steve will be pissed. But if it gets Dustin off this fixation on her and Steve dating...

And oh, it might even provide the push Steve needs without her having to break her self-imposed promise not to interfere.

Fuck it. She's gonna lose her mind if she has to watch anymore of this pining.

"Besides, Steve's got his eye on someone else," she says, like it's obvious. Like she can't believe Dustin hasn't noticed.

Dustin takes the bait. "What?! Who?! Shit, he's not shooting his shot with Nance again, is he?"

Robin laughs. "No. No, I can definitely assure you he's not looking at Nancy."

"Then who? Ugh, not another random girl from town? I thought he gave up on that."

"Sorry Henderson, best friend secret privileges. Figure it out. He is not being subtle."

And with that, she swings around and starts marching back to the path that will lead her back to the beach.

"Robin! Robin! Come on, you can't just leave me hanging! Who? Robin!"

Ah well...even if Dustin doesn't bull his way into snapping the tension that's been building between Steve and Eddie, it'll still be hilarious to watch. Serves the little shit right for spying.

"ROBIN!"

[psychedelic-ink]

© PSYCHEDELIC-INK. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.

TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

PPCU MASTERLIST.

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

Live Wire Under My Skin 🤧

Joel comes back home wounded, and as you clean him up the two of you have a little chat.

Can't Get Enough Of Your Lies 🤧

you accidentally hear Joel grieving, and you do everything you can to comfort him.

I'm Yours to Tame 🤧☔️

Not being able to sleep, you sneak in next to Joel on the bed. You're stirred awake with a still-sleeping Joel grinding his hips into you.

Fire Burning ☔️

joel wants you to sit on his face, you have hesitations.

Burn For Me ☔️🩸

joel looks after you, provides for you, fucks you until the sun comes up; his only ask is that you never leave his apartment, not willing to face another loss. One day when you find the door unlocked, you decide to take stroll, promising yourself that you’ll be back before he returns home.

Love Will Abide ☔️

a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.

Well, are you mine? ☔️

joel fucks you in an empty alleyway. that's it, that's the plot

Perfectly Wrong ☔️

Joel thinks you have the car battery that he so desperately needs and doesn’t believe you when you say that you don’t.

Ends Of The Earth ☔️🧁

joel brings you a care pack Maria gave him and you find a razor inside but when you confess your insecurities around the topic, Joel offers to help you out.

So My Darlin' ☔️🧁

you convince joel to have a bubble bath with you.

When You're Reading Me (pre outbreak!joel miller) ☔️🧁

If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it. 

Reckless ☔️🤧

It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 

aquatic rehabilitation ☔️🧁

Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you.

Spitfire ☔️🤧

joel x tess

To put it simply, Tess did not want to exist but did so anyway. She stared blankly at everyone and everything. Her mind and heart urged her to make the smart choices. She was quick to eliminate the possibilities that might cause her death. She assessed the weak links of the group. Stayed clear away from them. 

Smart choices. She blamed that part of herself for wanting to approach the Millers.

Or alternatively, the story of how Joel and Tess met and how they came to be.

Rises the Moon ☔️🧁

As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.

Cry Baby ☔️🩸

slasher au (still takes place in the tlou'verse) + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in jackson. as the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

On Your Mark ☔️

cyberpunk au + fallen angel au + “i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

you and tess go in to dismantle a cult, neither of you were expecting to find a rugged fallen angel being experimented on.

Distracted ☔️

woodshop teacher!joel miller x f!reader

there are many advantages to enrolling in a woodshop class: drawing you away from not-so-happy thoughts, relearning something that you enjoyed doing when you were a kid, and, well, the sight of watching mr. miller do something he’s undeniably good at.

Hoofbeats (feat jack daniels) ☔️

joel challenges jack to make you into the finest there possibly is in two days.

Biting Down ☔️

body piercer!joel miller x f!reader

you finally go and get your nipples pierced.

That Pretty Girlfriend ☔️

When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

'my girl now ☔️

joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

Can You See His Silhouette? 🧁

 you get your period and without anything to help you with it, you’re mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help.

From My Skin to Yours ☔️🤧

joel survives and finds life deep inside of you.

Burning Pile 🤧 hero/villain au + one takes care of the other’s injuries

the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Wildflower ☔️

after seeing a delivery of supposedly aphrodisiac petals, you give them a try, convinced that they wouldn't work. Joel finds you in a not-so-professional position.

Sleepy Hollow ☔️🧁

a typical morning in jackson.

Light Petplay thoughts w/ joel miller ☔️

Exile 🤧☔️

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters.

Domestics.

All infected. One unlike the other.

You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life.

Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

Stay In Bed 🤧☔️🧁

joel miller x reader, onesided tommy miller x reader

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Head Filled With Parasites (musician!joel miller) ☔️

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

Dark Hearted People ( joel miller x reader x ezra)

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

Behind The Velvet Rope ☔️

(bodyguard!joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo)

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

Ravish Masterlist ☔️

(webcam model!reader x joel miller, no outbreak)

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

Followed The Beast 🤧

You, both a member of David's group and one of his former victims, are already contemplating escape when Ellie arrives at the resort. Seeking Ellie, you decide to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity to run. But before you can find Ellie, you cross paths with Joel instead.

How Mr Miller Stole Christmas ☔️🤧🧁

enemies to lovers, fake dating, roommates, close proximity, age gap

You're the sole firefly that Joel spared in his pursuit to free Ellie from the hospital bed. You have no idea what it was—maybe it was the fact that you were significantly younger than the other soldiers, maybe it was because you were already out the door when he pointed a gun at you— no matter what it was you were miraculously spared from the bloodshed. Weeks later you find yourself in Jackson, wanting to leave the past behind. But of course, life has other plans. It always does.

No one knows what Joel did. No one except for you. And when you threaten the thinly veiled peace he managed to build for himself, he has you by the throat and against the wall. When people from the town see this in order to save face you kiss him, blurting out that you two are dating.

Rumors spread like wildfire and when a new family comes in, Tommy offers that they stay at your house and you to stay with Joel since you're already "dating".

Now you're stuck with each other with no way out. It's either keep the dating charade going or for the whole town—and Ellie—to learn the truth.

[hotchners-wifey]

Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

~Next Chapter

Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning

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Five days before Y/N disappears

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Y/N's POV:

Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.

"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.

Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.

"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others. "When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara." Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff. Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment. ________________________________________

Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building

________________________________________ When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head. "Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not." I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads. "See you soon."

There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?

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ten months love || heeseung x reader

note: i just thought of this out of nowhere idk but it turned out so cute ! it’s just sweet and lots of fluff ^_^ also not proofread per usual but yeah ENJOYY <33 wc: 1,889 words

you didn’t meet in a really significant way. no meet cute or anything like that, just a shared class and mutual friends.

the first time you talked to each other one on one was at small house party. just a bunch of close friends, light drinking and hanging out.

some of you had decided to go out and sit by the pool, no swimming though since it was too cold. you all talked for a while, about anything and everything and had some laughs.

in high school you never really had a friend group like this, you were close and you knew you’d be friends with them for a long time.

one by one everyone started to head inside; “i’m cold”, “i’m gonna go grab another drink”, “ugh i left my phone inside” they’d say as they retreated inside the house.

then it was just you and heeseung. he was the one you were least close with. but something about him made you want to get to know him.

you were intrigued by him. the way he was loud and energetic around the friend group but reserved and quiet on his own or around people he didn’t know.

to your surprise he spoke first, “do you like legos?”

it was random and completely out of no where. you’d just been sitting there in silence so you wondered how he had gotten to that thought. you just wanted to know what he was thinking, understand what was going on in his head.

“uh yeah, i think they’re cool,” you replied, after a second .

the pool chair squeaked as he laid back, copying the position you were in. “i bought a new set, it’s a bouquet of flowers,” he said, looking up at the stars with you.

you don’t know why but it brought a smile to your face. “that’s nice… i’ve never built a lego set,” you said.

“oh really?!” he said, genuine surprise in his voice as he turned to look at you.

“yeah,” you said, chuckling a bit at his reaction. “i mean they’re nice to look at and all but i just never thought to build one myself.”

“well, why don’t we build mine together? you can come over after our class tomorrow,” he said, and the amount of eye contact he kept made you look away.

“i’d love to,” you said, looking up at the night sky then back at him to share an appreciative smile.

he smiled back before looking back up at the stars. and you two sat out there pointing out constellations and talking about aliens until it got late and too cold to be out there.

that weekend, he came over to your dorm and you two assembled the pretty bouquet together. you didn’t know how intimate building lego sets could be until this day but it completely destroyed any sort of awkwardness that was between you.

after the flower bouquet hangout, you two were practically inseparable. everytime you hung out, you brought up something that sparked your next hang out idea.

the first time you went to his apartment, you saw his toy story figurines and he suggested that over the weekend you two could have a toy story movie marathon. you talked about things you enjoyed in your childhood, then you mentioned the mario movie and you both went to watch that together too.

he said that he was really good at all the mario games. he said he was good at any type of games and you suggested you both go to an arcade to see who’s better. and when the day ended in a tie, he challenged you to a basketball match instead. of course he beat you, but when you suggested a volleyball rematch next weekend, there was just no way he’d beat you then.

and just like that, every weekend or every other day piled up and two months had passed. even if you didn’t hang out, you two would text everyday.

you texted about everything. your days, your favorite things, your families, your worries and fears.

you could and did talk to him about everything. and those two months turned to five months. and he introduced you to his brother when he invited you to watch him play basketball.

not only that but your girl friends started to tease you about how close you two had been getting. you’d just roll your eyes and brush them off, “it’s not like that,” you’d say.

you thought they couldn’t be more wrong. you really cared about him and now he was one of your best friends. and the way your heart fluttered when his hands would brush yours as you both reached in to grab popcorn or steal the basketball from each other or attach a stubborn lego piece or to press the arcade machine buttons had nothing to do with any growing feelings towards him.

no it couldn’t. he was your friend. and you’d never had a friend like this so you wouldn’t dare say anything to him to ruin it.

and as seven months passed your day hangouts turned into sleepovers. even on your first sleepover, you were already comfortable enough with each other to sleep on the same bed.

it wasn’t weird or awkward. it was actually perfect. you laid a good distance away from each other and talked all night. neither one of you stopped to watch whatever was playing on the tv.

you both slept over at each others houses all the time now. you had clothes at his apartment and he had a toothbrush at yours.

by the eighth there wouldn’t even be a plan, he’d just come over and you’d lay around on the couch, binging a new show.

or you would go over and get your assignments done at his place to help you focus more.

in the ninth month, you two were just basically attached at the hip, an accessory to the other, a package deal.

you would grocery shop together, study together, be each others plus ones at parties.

but it did get frustrating the more people started to ask if you were together together. you hated explaining to everyone that he was just your friend.

… though what you hated even more was when someone asked if you and heeseung were dating, then when you’d explain that you were just friends, they’d ask you to introduce them to him.

they’d ask you for his number or be friends with you to get to him. you didn’t know the feeling you felt in your heart in these moments.

he was your friend, your best friend. so it shouldn’t be jealousy… but you just wanted him all to yourself.

“i think he’s talking to someone.” no, you knew. you knew for a fact that the only person he spent his time with was you.

you lied and you felt guilty. you felt bad keeping him to yourself, knowing that you’d never ruin your friendship by letting yourself feel anything more for him.

you keep him to yourself because deep down you know that you are in lov-

no.

no you couldn’t be in love with him.

you love him. just like any other best friends love each other.

before you knew it, you’d been friends with him for ten months. and you found yourselves right back in the same place you were when you had first talked to each other.

except this time, it was summer and you both sat at the edge of the pool, legs dipped into the water.

it was just the two of you outside, as you watched the sun setting in the distance. you don’t know when everyone snuck back inside but of course you didn’t mind.

there was quite literally no space in between the two of you, just how you always were. and you sat silently watching the ripples in the pool as you both kicked your feet around.

“you know, this is the exact place we were when we first really talked to each other,” he said, filling the silence.

a smile made its way to your lips at the memory, “yeah… ten months ago,” you said, turning to look at him.

his eyes finding yours, and you watched as his eyes dropped down to your lips just for a second. and you had to make yourself look away before the blush reached your cheeks.

he laughed awkwardly as he turned to look in the same direction as you. the sun was almost completely gone now. and for some reason the moment was tense as you avoided looking over at him again.

“back then, i couldn’t even think of anything to say to you. now, we basically live together,” he said. you could see him turn his head to you but you just looked down at the water.

the pool lights turned on then. “i know… i wanted to get to know you too, you’ve always seemed interesting to me,” you admitted, and he laughed to himself.

“can i tell you something? it’s a secret,” he said, angling himself so that he’s facing you more. you looked up him, a genuine look in your eyes.

“you know you can tell me anything,” you said, a sweet smile on your lips. he looked down at them again before he looked away.

“the first time jay introduced you to us, the only thing i could think was that you were the prettiest girl i’d ever seen. and that first time we talked, i only brought up legos because i wanted to build that bouquet with you. i wanted to hang out with you because i was crushing on you since i first laid my eyes on you,” he said, looking at you, hesitantly.

you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth even though your heart was screaming at you to tell him how you’ve felt too. “… so all this time,” you started, still at a loss for words.

“yes… all this time. and the more time i spend with you, i think the more i fall for you,” he said, almost whispering. his cheeks and ears had turned a light shade of red, and he was fidgeting with his fingers.

you stayed silent as you thought to yourself what this all meant. “… uh- it’s- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just thought you should know-,” he began to ramble before you cut him off.

your lips pressed to his, as you caressed his cheek with a hand. it was quick, just enough to show him how you felt. and when you pulled away, he was still shocked but a smile made its way to his lips.

he sighed in relief, leaning his forehead onto yours and holding the hand that was still on his hot cheek. he leaned in and kissed you again, more slow and gentle this time.

“if you’d have me, i’d really really like to be your boyfriend,” he said, leaning back and taking hold of both your hands in the space between you.

“heeseung, i’d love for you to be my boyfriend,” you replied, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. both of you smiling like lovesick fools, as he wrapped an around your shoulder to bring you into his side.

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 13

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,363

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Jensen finally realizes how bad he screwed up, but someone else is coming in for the reader's attention. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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A ringing phone wakes you from a deep sleep Saturday morning, you fumble to answer it not bothering to see who it is.

“What?” you finally groan out when you hit the right button.

“Well good morning to you too, little sis,” Jeff greets you on the other end. 

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work.  I was sleeping, Jeffery.”

He just chuckles on the other end.

“What do you want brother dear?”

“Your niece and nephew have been asking about you.  I wondered if you had any plans today, or if you would like to come over and hang out?  I’ll even make you lunch before I send you home.”

When you don’t respond right away he continues.  “Did you fall back to sleep on me?”

“I’m thinking.  Yes, I’ll come over, but only because Tyler and Katie want me, and because you’re feeding me.”

“I thought that might get you.  Bring your suit, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright, see ya.”

With a groan you push yourself out of bed to get yourself ready.  You’re looking forward to seeing your niece and nephew, but your bed had been so comfortable.  Forty minutes later you are stopping for a frappuccino and bagel before arriving at their house.   

It’s maybe thirty seconds after you pull in the driveway, that the front door opens and two excited children run out to greet you, with their father watching from the porch.

“What, I don’t get you running out to greet me at my car too?” you tease Jeff, walking up to the house.

 “Uh no.  I don’t think you ever have, or ever will.”

“Fine, whatever.  You don’t love me I get it,” you tease.

“You’re so dramatic.” 

The two kids are telling you all about the plans they have for you today.  The list is a long one and you aren’t sure one day is going to be enough to get it all done.  Tyler wants to show you his newly rearranged room, so that is stop number one.  You leave there with a handful of hot wheel cars he wants to play with.  Of course Katie isn’t going to be left out and her room is next.  She shows off a new doll she wants the two of you to play with also. 

When you reach the living room Mary Jo is just coming in the front door from a store run.  You go offer to help carry in the bags, but Jeff waves you away to go back to the kids.  Sitting in the living room you take turns playing with the toys they each chose.

It doesn’t take too long for the both of them to become bored and want to move on to something else.  Jeff suggests swimming, and everyone changes into their suits and head out back to the pool.  Your brother gets in the water with the kids first and you follow.  MJ sits on the steps watching.   As you are playing with Katie in the shallow end, your sister-in-law questions you about working on Walker.   

Tyler wants you to come swim with him, so you and Jeff switch places, and you play around with him in the water.  When the kids tire out, their parents call them up on the deck to sit and try off while Jeff goes in to throw lunch together.  Tyler is already trying to figure out what you can all do next before he is halfway through his lunch.  He isn’t very happy when MJ tells him his food needs to settle before he can start running around playing tag like he was hoping.

You end up staying until after dinner and the kids wore both themselves and you out.  Back in your apartment you curl up on the couch with a movie when your phone beeps, signaling a text. A smile crosses your face when you see the contact name you gave your new costar.

Toby C- Any plans tomorrow?

Me- Oh yeah, super busy!  Sleep in, possibly watch a movie or if I get up the energy go workout.  What’s up?

Toby C- I heard tonight there was some Summer night thing, it ends tomorrow.  Wasn’t sure if you would be interested?

Me-Maybe…

Toby C- Am I supposed to persuade you somehow?  If so I’m going to need some help with how to do that.

Me- Haha.  What time?  If you tell me before noon it’s an automatic no Mr. Allen.

Toby C- How’s 4?

Me- That could work. Do you want to meet there?”

 Toby C- I’ll pick you up, send me your address.  

Me- Done, See you tomorrow, have a good night.

Toby C- Night.

Turning the movie back on, you look up Summer Nights on your phone.  Hot Summer Nights is something the city has apparently put on for five years now.  There are 12 different venues which host different live acts each over four days.  Pulling up the list of venues you aren’t familiar with any of them.  There are a couple that interest you and some that might be a little much, but you’ll see what Keegan is thinking tomorrow. 

The ringing phone wakes you from a sound sleep Sunday morning.  With a frustrated groan you reach for the offending device from your night stand and manage to answer it without opening your eyes.

“This better be important,” you growl out to the person on the other line.

“Well good morning to you too,” comes with a chuckle from the other end.

“Seriously, Jared?  Why are you calling me this early?  It was Jeff yesterday, now you.  If you two keep this up, I’m going to be an only child.”

“Okay, nine am isn’t that early.  We have earlier call times through the week.”

“We do, that’s why I like sleeping later on the weekends.”

“Yeah, yeah, when you have kids that doesn’t happen.  Do you want to come over this afternoon?  Hang out and have dinner?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans.”

“Real plans, or eating popcorn on your couch plans?”

“Real plans, after I get more sleep.  Thank you, but maybe another time.”

“With who?”

“Ugh, does it matter?”

“Just making sure you’re safe.”

“Keegan, happy?  I’m going back to sleep now.  Bye Jared.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, rolling over you try and go fall back to sleep but it doesn’t happen.  Giving up an hour later you drag yourself from the bed and change into workout clothes to take some of your morning frustrations out on the spin bike in the workout room. 

After showering, laundry and going over the script for this week’s scenes take up the rest of your day.  Just before four there is a knock on your apartment door, opening it you welcome Keegan in.

“Hey, come on in.”

“Hi, thanks.”  He takes a look around slightly shocked, “Um, nice place.”

“It’s small, I know.  That’s the first thing everyone notices.”  Picking up your purse you turn back to him.  “Did you already have a venue in mind you want to check out?”

“I thought it was just music downtown?  I thought the flier I saw said something about coming downtown to check out live bands, I guess I didn’t read too far into it.”

“I pulled it up last night after you texted.  There are twelve different venues with live acts.  Some smaller, some fairly big.”

Grabbing your phone off the table you pull the site back up to show him.  He takes a minute to look through it before turning back to you.

“Have you been to any of these places before?”

“I haven’t, but I didn’t think the last one listed sounded bad.  It’s supposed to be a smaller venue, they serve food, and are featuring different types of music.  The other one.”  You have to look over his shoulder at your phone to find the name.  “That one, The Green Jay seemed similar to the first.  The others all talk about multiple stages and big parties.  I think those might be kinda packed.”

“You’re probably right about that.  Okay, let’s check out, what’s the name of the first one?”  He looks at the screen, “Valhalla.”

Taking out his own phone he types in the address to pull up directions.  They two of you exit the apartment and after you lock up he follows you down the steps.  Getting in the car, you hear his phone announce the bar is 8 minutes away.  He pulls into a parking lot on the corner across the street from the bar.  Looking up, you see The Green Jay is across the other street.

Keegan waits at the front of the car for you and the two of you make your way toward the first stop, to find that they don’t open until 6 pm.

“Oops, guess we should have checked that huh?” you say sheepishly, turning to him.

“Probably.  Well, let’s try the other one.”

That one opens at 5pm, the two of you have forty minutes to kill.  Looking around at your surroundings you see an open business across the street. 

“We could go to the Chess Club.”

Keegan looks at you with raised brows, “I think I’ll see what our other choices are first.”

Turning the other way you see a number of people down the street.  “Stubb’s Bar-B-Q, is down there.  It’s another venue, maybe they’ll be open.”

They were, and also already packed at the outdoor stage.

Inside the bar wasn’t too bad, but the outside area in front of the stage was packed.  Going back inside you find an empty table and sit down. A waitress comes over for your drink order and Keegan adds an order of Nachos. 

“No sense drinking on an empty stomach.”

“You’re a smart one Mr. Allen.”

The drinks arrive and he looks around the restaurant, a band is playing in the background.   “So you live 8 minutes away and haven’t been to any of these places?”  he questions with disbelief.

“Well, I haven’t even been living there a month yet.  I was staying with Jared before that, it’s probably 25, 30 minutes from there.  I was living at Jensen’s place first, when I moved here from LA.  He might have ordered from here before and picked it up, but I don’t think we ever came down here.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up that.  I um…”

“Heard the gossip about that breakup?  It was announced on TV, so it doesn’t really surprise me if you did.”

“Sorry.”

You just shrug, not wanting to get into it too much and bring the mood down.  “How are you liking Texas so far?”

“Good.  Not quite as crazy as California.”

“True.  Which is nice sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees.

“So where did you find to call home while you’re staying here?”

“I’m leasing an apartment at The District at SoCo.  It’s like 2-3 minutes away from your place.”

“I’ve driven by there, looks nice.”

“It is.  Clean, roomy.  I like it.”

“That’s good.”

The nachos arrive and the conversation slows.  A little after five the tab is paid and the two of you make your way over to The Green Jay.  

The place is already filling up.  You ask Keegan to find a table and you grab some soft drinks from the bar to start.  Trying to slow the pace of your night out.  While at the bar, you find out they don’t serve food but allow you to bring it in from other local restaurants.  The band takes the stage and it’s so loud you aren’t able to hold much of a conversation.  After listening to a few songs from their second band of the night, Keegan asks if you want to check out Valhalla, which should be open now.  

The bands there are just staring for the night, and the place is still fairly empty.  Grabbing drinks first the two of you make your way to a table.  Keegan notices some foosball tables off the side and challenges you to a game.  He ends up winning two rounds and you go back to the table to put in a dinner order.  While you wait, you talk Keegan into an air hockey game.  This time you come out the victor.

When dinner arrives you make your way back to the table and enjoy the music while you eat.  It’s after 9, when the two of you are finally ready to head out.  

Getting to your apartment complex, he walks you up to the door, before saying goodnight.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“It was fun.  Thanks for inviting me,” you respond.

“We’ll have to plan something else again.  See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, have a good night, drive safe.”

“Will do.  Night.”

You wake up Monday to a number of Instagram notifications on your phone.  Opening up the app as you get out of bed you see Keegan tagged you in a post last night.  There are some videos and photos from the different bars, you never even noticed him taking any. Scrolling through he has pictures of the various bands, a video of you singing along with a song, you standing at the air hockey table looking away from the camera, and one with the outside of each bar.

Fun night exploring more of Austin.  Thanks for the company @Y/NPadalecki  

You skim the various comments as you're brushing your teeth.  There are more than a few that question if you two are dating now and if that’s why you broke up with Jensen.  Shaking your head, you continue to get yourself ready for work. 

The morning on set goes by quickly, as you are walking to the catering tent Keegan comes up beside.  

“Hey, can we take lunch in your trailer or mine?  We should talk.”

“Okay, yeah, sure.”

When you both have your food, he follows you over to your trailer. As he sits across from you at the table you speak first.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not really, maybe, I don’t know.  I’m not sure if you were on Instagram today, or…”

“I was.”

You notice the brief frown on his face before he hides it. “I saw some of the comments about the two of us dating, and I realized we never really talked about what we were, and what that was.” 

He looks up at you, but you stay silent to see where he is going.  Your mind is racing, you aren’t sure if you are ready to get back out in the dating pool yet.

“When I asked you to go with me I was asking as a friend, I didn’t mean to lead you on.  We’ve just gotten along so well on set, and I don’t know many people around.  I thought we could be friends, hangout and whatever.  I have a girlfriend, it dawned on me this morning I don’t think I ever told you about Ali.  I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking along those lines either.  I’m not sure I’m ready to get back out there yet.  I could use another friend though, I don’t know too many more than you do here.”

“Friends?” he questions.

“Friends.  I’d like to hear more about Ali sometime. If she's in town sometime maybe we could all hang out.”

“I think she’d be okay with that.  I’ve told her about you.”

Going back to your food, it isn’t long before you are being called back to set. While you are packing up at the end of the day, there’s a knock on your trailer door. 

“It’s open!”

Your brother walks in a moment later. 

“Hi.”

“Hey Jare, what’s up?”

“So how was your night out?”

“It was fine.  I’ve never been to that part of downtown before.”

“So you and Keegan, huh?”

“Jared Tristen Padalekci, don’t you dare even start with me, don’t go there.  Whatever it was or is or isn’t, is no one’s business but our own.  I’m not involving you in my love life one way or the other anymore.”

You know there is nothing between the two of you, but you don’t want your older brother’s opinions or interference either way.  He stands there staring at you a moment, slightly taken back. 

“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”

“I do appreciate that, but if there was something to tell, I would do it in my own time.”

He stares at you for a moment, “alright, fine.  Leaving it alone.  Do you want to come over for dinner Sunday? We were going to tell Tom about the baby.”

“That’s a family moment, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You are family too.  Plus Jeff’s family is coming. ”

“Then sure, just let me know what time.”

The rest of the week went by quickly, you were on set everyday this week.  Thursday is a lighter day for you.  Gen and Jared have a few scenes, so you hang out with Tom in your trailer while they are busy.   He helps you pick out what dessert to make for Sunday. 

“I want that one!” he exclaims pointing to a cake. 

“The orange one?”

“Yeah! Can we have those on top too?” He points to a cupcake with orange chew candies on top.

“Alright, let’s see what that cake entails.  I’ll see if I can find the candies.”

The cake he chose is an orange dreamsicle with orange cream cheese frosting. 

“I think it’s doable buddy.”

“Can we have it tonight?”

“Um, no.  It’s going to be for Sunday.  But we can go see if they have any cookies at craft services.  How about that?”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees.

After returning to your trailer with a cookie or three, Tom settles down on the couch and eventually drifts off for his nap.  You go over your scenes for the next day until Gen comes to take him home. 

You’re grumbling to yourself as you walk through the crowded grocery store late Saturday morning. You should have come after work yesterday and it wouldn’t have been so bad.  You’re trying to grab a few groceries for your apartment and the ingredients for tomorrow’s cake. Somehow you spend almost an hour in the crowded store, before you are finally on your way back home.  Stopping at a nearby sub shop, you grab lunch to take with you. 

Once the groceries are put away, you pull up the directions for the cake and pull out the ingredients needed.  Thankfully the apartment actually came with two round baking pans.  When it’s in the oven you set out the frosting ingredients that need to rise to room temp and collapse over on the couch. 

When the cakes are out you whip up the crumb coating frosting so it’s ready to go when the two layers cool. The orange layer of filling is next.  As you are working you realize just how much you miss having a normal size kitchen, and your own pans and utensils. This little one really isn’t meant to spend much time in. 

You hit the apartment gym while waiting for the crumb coating to harden so you can finish the frosting.  Returning later, you clean up the kitchen after the cake is finished, hit the shower and spend the evening on the couch watching Hallmark.

Over at Jared’s house one excited Tom is waiting for his Unca Jensen to arrive.  Watching out the front window he excitedly yells when the familiar truck pulls up.

“He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”  He waits for the truck to stop before running outside, Jared right behind him.

“Tom, how’s it going buddy?” Jensen asks, picking him up and carrying him toward the house.

Little man wastes no time filling him in on the week he’s had. Jensen greets Jared as he walks up to him, and the three retreat into the house.  Tom is showing off a new toy and telling him about a blanket fort he built with his dad one night. When it becomes obvious the young boy has some energy to burn, they change clothes and move down to the pool.

It’s later in the swim when Tom brings up his Aunt Y/N.  Jared notices the quick look of sadness that comes across his friend's face, and the way he has to look away.  The two of them haven’t talked a lot lately, and none of it’s been anything very deep.  Gen told him what was said when she picked up Tom, and he is wondering exactly what Jensen might be thinking about his sister.

When Tom tires of the water and they get out of the pool, he decides to bring it up.  Making sure his son is occupied with his toy in the yard he turns to Jensen.

“Gen told me about the conversation the two of you had last week.”

Jensen looks up at his friend, but doesn’t speak.

“I’ve heard Y/N’s side of things, and I know what happened here, but I haven’t really heard much of yours.”

Taking a deep breath Jensen looks over at his friend, “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth, what happened?  I really thought she meant something to you, or I would have put up a bigger fight when you first told me you wanted to ask her out years ago.”

He thinks over how he wants to explain everything.  “Honestly, I didn’t realize how bad things between us had become until after she left Toronto. I really never meant for things to go as bad as they did. I got so caught up with trying not to screw up and piss anyone off on set, and get along with them all, I…I just lost sight of the people who were most important to me.”

He brings back up the Dark Angel set, Jared understands that, Jensen has told him before just how bad things there had been.  He can understand his friend not wanting a repeat, especially working with a much larger cast.    

“It took a few weeks after she was gone for me to get over the hurt of her leaving and breaking up.  Then I started to notice I was waiting for her to call, I realized then she was right. I expected her to call, I stopped picking up the phone and reaching out to her, I stopped putting time and effort into the one thing I should have been terrified to lose.  But I was too stuck in my head to recognize what was going on. Suddenly, I didn’t have the one person I wanted to share everything I was working hard for with. I really had nothing at all then.”

They are both quiet for a minute before Jensen continues.

“I’ve talked to Gen and Mack, I’ve told them both she deserves better than me, and she does.  But I’ve come to realize, I want to be selfish. I want her back, I need her.  I’m just not sure if she’ll take me.”

Jared studies his friend’s face and can tell he really means that.  He knows how bad he screwed up, he does seem to be hurting too.  “She is still upset, I have no idea if she will or won’t give you another shot.  If you hurt her again, I won’t be able to hold back from punching you.”

“I have no intention of messing up again if she is willing to give this another chance. But I don’t know if I can do that to her right now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m going to be working in New Mexico some over the next few months.  I’ll be back and forth between here and there, then there is press for The Boys and the movie coming up later on.”

“Are you trying to talk yourself out of this now?  Or just giving excuses for why you won’t try?”

“She deserves someone who’s around.”

“That’s up to her.  Both of you understand how this industry works.  You need to decide if you really want her back before you just start playing games and leading her on.  Until you do, maybe you both need some space.”

Jared leaves Jensen sitting out there with Tom, while he goes to see if Gen needs any help with dinner.  The four of them sit out on the patio for dinner and Tom asks when Jensen is going to come back over.

“I’m not sure buddy.  I leave tomorrow for work out of town again.  We’ll do something when I get back alright?”

“How long are you gone for?” Jared asks, as he walks back over.

“I’m in New Mexico until Saturday, I fly to Dallas for Levi’s birthday, then go back to New Mexico.  I think I’m here again the Friday before we leave for the Colorado Convention.”

“So you really will be coming back here some?” He questions, trying to get a feel for his friends' plans.

“Yes.  It’s just going to be a recurring role.  They’ve already started filming, they’re done with me in early November for the most part. I might be in an episode or two filming in the spring.”

“So this one won’t be months at a time, seems like it’s already different from what you were doing earlier this year.”

After dinner Tom runs off to play leaving the adults sitting at the table.  Jared starts clearing off the table when Gen goes to get up.

“I got it, you take a break.  You’ve been going long enough today.”

It takes him a minute, but what Jared is referring to finally clicks in Jensen’s head.  “That’s right, how are you doing?  How is baby number 2 treating you?”

“We’re both fine.  Not as active as Tom was yet.  I’m sure that will change.”

“Does Tom know, he hasn’t mentioned the baby.”

“No, we're telling him tomorrow.”

Jensen helps Jared clean up before heading back home to finish packing.  His head is full with thoughts of you, and what he should do.  He knows what he wants to do, but he isn’t sure he can face your rejection, even if he does deserve it.

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“The early bird gets the worm”

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: An early morning at Cobham Training Centre takes an unexpected turn…

Warnings: SMUT (it’s not my fault this man is SO fine!)

This is kind of a sequel to “Baby steps”

gif credits to @moosiala

It’s been two months since you and Ruben took your relationship to the next level; two months have passed from that night at his house, the night where you finally confessed your feelings to each other, the night of your first date… the night where you two fell in bed together, well more like on the sofa. His sofa.

Two months later you still found yourself thinking about that night, and smiling like an idiot as you did so. You were missing Ruben like crazy, him being in Madrid for the Champions League game was making it impossible for you not to think about him, especially while you laid in your bed all alone; but at least you knew you were going to see him later in the morning, when the boys would be back in Cobham, and that was enough of an energy boost to get you out of bed.

You arrived at the training centre an hour earlier than usual; apart from those of the players, there were just a few cars in the parking lot but you didn’t mind, you were more than okay with it. You parked your car at your usual spot, and as soon as you got out of it you took your computer bag and your sports bag out of the trunk. You entered the building and left your computer in your office, locking the door before you made your way to the swimming pools.

You wouldn’t usually take up on the opportunity to take a swim at the training centre, seen as the boys would use the swimming pool for their recovery sessions during the day, and even when they weren’t using it you would always be too busy with work, so you never got the chance to take advantage of the privilege that you had as an employee.

But today there was clearly no sign of the boys, not yet at least, and your working schedule was not as busy as it would usually be, seen as you did the majority of your work the night before while you were at home watching the game on the tv.

You were quick in changing out of your Chelsea uniform and into your sporty black Nike bikini set, not wanting to waste any more time as you only had an hour or so before you would have to clock in; then you took your towel out of the bag and walked out of the changing rooms to the swimming pool. You didn’t know it was so peaceful this early in the morning, you would have been more than glad to come here to relax a bit before work otherwise.

A giggle escaped your lips as you slowly entered the water, ‘Of course it’s peaceful,’ you thought, ‘without those smartasses, every corner of the training centre is!’

You slowly started to move your limbs in the water, trying to get your body warm enough to endure the physical strain; but it wasn’t long before you started swimming fast, lap after lap. Freestyle was your to go stroke, it kept your muscles engaged and it freed your mind, easing the stress you had been feeling since last night’s defeat.

How am I supposed to face Ruben now?

I’m his girlfriend, what do girlfriends do in this case?

What if he’s in a bad mood and doesn’t want to see me?

As all these questions were crowding your thoughts, you swam faster and faster, until you felt like you were almost out of breath… but then, suddenly a body collided with water, and you halted your movements, raising your face above the water and coming up for air.

The face you saw emerging from the water made your heart flip, Ruben was back. He was back and he didn’t even give you the time to realize it before he crashed his lips on yours is a much needed kiss.

“I missed you so much.” he whispered against your lips, pecking them over and over as if he would never have enough.

“I missed you too,” you told him, out of breath by the physical exertion and the strength of his kiss, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon!” you smiled up at him as you wrapped your body around his.

“I might have told you a while lie,” he softly smiled, “I wanted to surprise you…”

“Well you surprised me indeed babe,” you said as you kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry for the game though.” you pouted, coming to the conclusion that those words were the only ones to say.

“Yeah me too,” he sighed, “but we weren’t at our best, that was to be expected…”

“There’s always the second leg…”

“But it’s gonna be a tough game.”

“Every game is tough for us at Chelsea,” you chuckled, “don’t you agree??”

“You’re right,” he smiled, “but tell me, what are you doing here? I had to run around like a mad man to find you. I never knew you enjoyed swimming?”

“Well that’s because I never had the time or the chance to take a swim before today,” you shrugged, “I came in early this morning so I could take the chance…you know, the early bird gets the worm.”

“Lucky me we were ‘early’ too, then…” he smirked as he pressed his body close to yours, “What time do you have to clock in?”

“In twenty minutes actually,” you whimpered as your back touched the cold pool wall, pushed by Ruben’s bigger frame “why are you asking?”

“Just curious…” he smirked once again, “You know, the boys are leaving to go home so nobody would interrupt us if we…”

“You just came back and you’re already asking for sex?!” you gasped.

“Hey I told you I missed you!”

“Yeah you only missed me for sex.” you pouted, making it look as if you were really disappointed with him.

“No,” he breathed as he stroked your cheek, “I missed all of you, I missed my goofy best friend first… but then I missed you for sex too yep.” he joked, earning a glare and a slap on his shoulder from you.

“Ouch!”

“You know what??” you said with resolution, “I didn’t miss you at all. I only missed your dick.”

“You did, hm?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling his face closer to yours, “you better make good use of these twenty minutes then.”

He didn’t say anything, he just trapped your lips in a bruising kiss while he touched all over your body: he exposed your breasts, freeing them from the confinement of your black bikini top and he latched his mouth on your soft skin, earning a soft whimper from you. As he did so, his hands went underwater to free himself from his shorts, before he moved your bikini bottom to the side as he entered you fully with one thrust.

“Hello there…” he smirked at you, as you leaned your forehead against his, “Missed me?”

“Fuck Rubes,” you sighed giggling, the coldness of the tiled wall long forgotten “I missed you.”

“So it’s not just my dick you’ve missed, is it?”

“You sure you want to hear the answer?” you said in a moan, as his hips pushed harder into you already, splashing some water out of the pool.

“I only want to hear the sounds you make while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear, “I need to hear how good I make you feel.”

“Fuck baby,” you breathed, feeling lightheaded both from the previous exertion and from your naughty rendezvous, “you feel so good, God I love you.”

“I love you too babygirl,” he smiled before he kissed you, “I love you too.”

“‘m so close Rubes, don’t stop…” you moaned, “Please…”

And he didn’t, he didn’t stop at all, if anything he started pushing his dick deeper and deeper into you, while he couldn’t keep his eyes off you: you were looking like a goddess, his own goddess.

“Don’t hold back baby,” he groaned, on the brink of his high just by watching you fall apart right in front of him, in his arms, “let go, cum for me…”

His words, his rough, deep voice, they created a perfect mix, a mix that caused your orgasm to crash on you like a tidal wave. Your body was left tingling from the pleasure, and you kissed your boyfriend’s full lips as you came down from your high.

“What about you?” you asked him, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“What about me?”

“You didn’t cum, mister…” you smirked, whimpering as he moved inside you.

“Not in the pool.” he shook his head.

“Then sit here…” you patted on the edge of the pool at your back, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Promise?” he smirked as he sat where you told him to.

“Oh I do,” you mused as you swam between his thighs, with your eyes on his throbbing dick, “I promise.”

Ruben threw his head back when he felt your mouth take in his cock, a string of curses leaving his lips as he panted. Your lips sucked on him, while your hands stroked what didn’t fit your mouth.

“Such a perfect mouth you have baby, fuck!” he whined, looking at you as his hand caressed the back of your head in a gentle invitation to take more of him into your mouth; you complied, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave you, and when his cock hit the back of your throat he was a goner.

“Goog God, fuck baby I love you. Oh fuckk!” he moaned as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“Welcome back baby.” you looked up at him smirking, leaving an open mouthed kiss on his thigh.

“If this is my welcome back at work, I can’t wait to get you home.” he sighed, disappointed about the game but definitely happy to be back home.

[stuckysdaughter]

Summer Days

Tom Cruise/Reader

Summary: A hot summer day at Tom's pool leads to some fun of a different kind.

Tagging: @youlightmeupfinn

Warnings: light smut, nothing too graphic

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Summer, 1993

It was a gorgeous day, sun bright and shining. You were spending the day at your friend Tom’s house to use his swimming pool. You would have spent the day there anyway, but it was nice to be able to cool off for a while.

At the current moment, you were laying on a pool chair, enjoying the sunshine, shades over your eyes. You hadn’t put on sunscreen yet, as you were wearing a t-shirt and shorts over your swimsuit, but you were about to when Tom walked out onto the deck. He too had sunglasses on, but he was considerably less clothed than you. Only in his shorts, he was a vision in the golden glow of the sun.

When his eyes finally landed on you, he wandered over your way. “What, not swimming?”

“I am, I just haven’t put on sunscreen yet. Do you mind helping me get my back?”

Blink and you miss it, but you could’ve sworn you saw his Adam’s apple bob. But maybe you were just imagining it.

“Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

You took that as your cue to take off your sunglasses, placing them on the small table next to you. Your shirt was next, coming over your head with ease, shorts not too far behind. All this to reveal your light blue two-piece bikini that made you feel really confident.

You might’ve been putting on a bit of a show for Tom, but he didn’t need to know that. Although you wouldn’t admit it outright, you’d had the biggest crush on him for a long time. As much as you loved being friends, you really wished it would be something more.

Your purse was down at the foot of the table, and you rummaged through it for the sunscreen. “Aha! Found it!”

Popping the cap, you passed the bottle over to Tom as you guided your hair over one shoulder. He squirted some onto his hands and rubbed them together. When you felt his hands meet your back, you had to hold back a moan. The coolness of the cream in contrast with the warmth of his hands felt heavenly.

You felt him move over your shoulders up to the back of your neck, massaging the skin as he rubbed everything in. Tom moved back down your spine, just barely grazing the top of your bikini bottoms. Once he finished rubbing it in there, he recapped the bottle and passed it back to you. Thanking him, you put it back in your purse and stood up.

"Shall we?"

He smiled, and you followed him over to the edge of the pool. You dived right in, reveling in how cool the water was in contrast to the heat. He followed suit, pushing his hair back as he resurfaced. You had to admit, he looked good like this. Not that he could ever know, of course. You both took a few minutes to just tread water, staring at each other. As if pulled in by a magnet, you both swam closer to each other until you were merely inches apart. Your breath caught in your throat. How was this going to play out?

He made the decision for you, as he pulled you into his arms. His eyes were still locked on you as one hand caressed your face. He leaned in and sealed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. You automatically reciprocated, moving in sync, arms wrapping around his neck. When you finally broke apart, he swam you both over to the edge of the pool. He hoisted you onto the ledge and climbed out. You pulled him back in again, allowing yourself to succumb to your emotions. As you kissed, he pressed you down onto the hard stone and hovered over top of you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured.

"Me too." You felt a heat rising in your cheeks, suddenly bashful at your admission.

You both gently smiled, realizing what this meant for the both of you. Tom captured your lips in a kiss, but this was different than before. This was full of passion, fire. And you felt yourself needing more. He seemed to get the same idea as you, you could feel his erection pressing into your core. You bucked your hips up, and you heard him let out a groan. He started to unhook your top when you stopped him.

"Should we go inside? Can't the neighbors see us?"

"No one can see us here. I made sure it's private."

"Ok, then let's do this."

You lifted your top over your head, and you both sat up to take off your bottoms. You had to take a moment to take him in in all his naked glory. He was definitely an attractive man, and he's kept himself in good shape for his movies. When he finally turned back to you, you took the chance to take charge. You gently pushed on his chest, telling him to lay back. You crawled on top of him, and slowly sunk down on his cock. You moaned at how full you felt, needing to take a moment to be adjusted to his length. When you were ready, you started to bounce on his cock, pulling moans from both Tom and you.

"So good, Y/N. You feel so good."

He leaned up and kissed you, pleasure washing over you. He moved down to suck on your neck. You could feel your climax fast approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"Tom, I'm gonna... gonna cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

You rolled your hips a few more times until your orgasm finally overcame you. Tom flipped you over, bucking into you until his own release came. Even in your blissed out state, you were aware of the mix of your juices dripping down your thighs. Breathing heavily, Tom pulled out of you and flopped over next to you. You turned to face him, grinning widely. His grin matched yours, and he pulled you into his chest.

"So..."

"So?"

"So... shall we move this inside? I think we could use a shower."

He chuckled, eyes crinkling. "I like the way you think."

He quickly scooped you up, and carried you inside the house to continue the fun. Which would go on for several hours... thank god for swimming pools.

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Author's Notes: At last, the TC fic I promised. I got writer's block halfway through, but I finally finished. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and comments are awesome. Requests are open, feel free to send something in. Love y'all! - Butterfly

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You're on Your Own Kid (a.i)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Based on YOYOK by Taylor Swift. You and Ashton are two best friends who drift apart even if one of you tries to hold on to the relationship.

Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of fatphobia, alcohol, drugs, cheating, eating disorders. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language im sorry)

Word count: 5.6 k

Author's note: This is very me coded cause I needed to sort out feelings regarding two different broken hearts melted into one and several other things so, enjoy my pain, literally. Remember that we love REBLOGS over here and COMMENTS and TAGS and all of that so please, leave your love and SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading 🦋✨🌻

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Summer went away Still, the yearning stays

8 years old.

There was something so beautiful about the first day of summer break. Maybe it was the fact that the alarm clock didn’t go off and that the sun-soaked curtains were the ones that woke you up, softly letting the warm sunlight hit your face as a reminder that the best twelve weeks of the year were going to start.

Or maybe it was the smile that was immediately drawn upon your face as you heard your best friend call from downstairs:

“Oi, Y/N! What are you waiting for, you bugger?!”

Your barefoot feet touched the floor of your room as you ran to your window, watching with bright eyes and an excited smile as your next-door neighbor and best friend, Ashton, was already waiting for you, all dressed up in his bathers.

“C’mon! We don’t have all day!” He yelled again. You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes!”

You closed your window and headed to the bathroom where you carefully prepared your bathing suit the night before when Anne-Marie came to ask your mother if you and Ash could have a playdate today. More specifically, Ashton was really excited to play with the sprinkler they just got to water the plants, and since neither of them got a swimming pool, he thought it’d be the best idea to combat the Australian heat that way.

Once your teeth were brushed, your hair combed, and your bathing suit on, you were ready to take on summer with your best friend. You ran downstairs to the kitchen, putting on your flip-flops and grabbing your strawberry shortcake backpack before grabbing a cookie from the counter.

“Bye mum!” You called, before heading toward the backyard door.

“Not so fast, young lady!” Your mother’s voice could be heard from the other side of the kitchen.

You sighed as you turned around. Looking defeatedly at the ground as you made your way to her. She stood tall with a crooked brow upon her face, pursing her lips as if she asked you a question even though she never did.

“What’d you got there, sweetie?” She asked, pointing her head toward you but to nothing in particular.

“Uh…”

“Didn’t we talk already about making healthier choices from now on?” She sighed, grabbing the cookie from your hand and giving you an orange instead. “Last year we let it go because of everything that was going on, but you need to start thinking about taking care of yourself, okay?” You nodded.

It wasn’t difficult to understand what she meant. You ate your vegetables and fruits, except bananas and the weird food grandma made that had seeds in it. But it was summer, and she made those cookies yesterday so, who was going to eat them, then?

“Good.” She smiled, cupping your face and placing a small kiss on your forehead “You’ll look so pretty when you grow up, I promise. Now, go play! But be back before sunset!”

“Alright!”

Your smile came back to your face as you walked and peeled the orange, crossing the backyard and opening the fence’s gate that connected your house to Ash’s. There, he was sitting on the ground looking attentively at the gate.

“Finally!” He groaned “I don’t know if you know what 5 minutes are but those were not it”

You chuckled “Sorry! Orange slice?”

“Thanks,” He smiled, getting a whole one in his mouth as he spoke, or tried to, at least “Nough checkth thith outh!”

He walked to the side of the house where he connected the sprinkler to the hose. And suddenly it was like a cascade of rain was falling over you. You squeaked in delight and giggled as you got completely soaked in under a second, watching in awe as the water rose to incredible heights for an eight-year-old and drew shapes in the sky before it fell down over you.

Ashton came running, jumping over the sprinkler and laughing as it moved around, creating new shapes that would soon cover the whole yard in water. You joined him immediately, allowing the water to soak away the heat of the first of many memorable summer days that year.

You played all day and all afternoon. Anne-Marie brought you sandwiches for lunch and stayed with you for a while, even playing with you as she held a small, baby Lauren in her arms, letting her enjoy the water as well. You and Ash would create the most bizarre adventures, imagining you were pirates having a final battle at a waterfall (his idea), pretending you were water fairies (your idea), and trying to see who could outrun the water (both your ideas, neither of you could win).

By the end of the day, you were both exhausted laying on the grass, giggling.

“I don’t want summer to be over!” He said, exaggeratingly throwing his arms to the sky to let them drop to the ground.

“Today’s the first day,”

“But that means one day less!”

“True…” You sighed “Maybe one day we can live on a permanent vacation. Where we don’t have to go to school or work”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Ashton asked, turning toward you.

“Like a real job or my dream job?”

“Aren’t those the same?”

“My mom doesn’t think so. At least she says my dream job is not a real job here so it won’t work”

“Your dream job, then”

“I want to be a singer,” You said, smiling.

Ashton looked confused “But that’s a real job!”

“My mom says it’s not” You shrugged “And I haven’t thought about my real job yet. So what about you?”

“I want to be in a band,” Ashton said with a confident nod “And I’m going to make it my real job”

“Can I be in your band?” You asked.

“Sure! You’re my best friend, of course, you can be in it! Now we only need someone who can play the guitar”

That day you went to bed with a smile on your face.

* I hear it in your voice You're smoking with your boys I touch my phone as if it's your face

17 years old

You halt at the door, take off one of your headphones, and turning back.

“What?”

Your mother, already huffing her way out to meet you halfway, rolled her eyes.

“I said, what are you wearing?”

“Clothes, mom” You answered, tiredly “I’m going to school, you know? The one I’m going to be late to if I don’t catch the bus?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to change?” She tilted her head, “It looks like that’s one of my shirts and-”

“It’s my shirt, mom. We bought it last week” She seemed to have something else to say but you just didn’t have the energy to hear it “I’m gonna be late, bye”

You put back your headphones again, letting Paramore silence the outside world as you walked in the opposite direction to the bus stop. No, you were not going to skip, but the words your mother didn’t say were clinging to the back of your heads like nails, so what if the normal fifteen-minute ride turned into a forty-minute walk? You had time, and plus, the windy morning could really help dry the tears that were already gathering in your eyes.

Crying is not something you did and you were not about to start now. You just got to toughen up, take her words with a grain of salt and keep going. It's not like you’re not making an effort. Is just that for her it is hard to see it since there’s no progress to be shown as fast as she would like.

You’re not in bad shape at all; you’re not a bad kid; your grades are good. It’s just that perfection has a standard in her eyes that you just haven't met yet.

Brick by Brick played for the third time in a loop before you got to school with a few minutes to spare. You smiled at a few of your classmates that you saw in the hallway and went to your locker, opening it to get the things you needed for your first class.

“Hey, you!” A familiar voice said next to you.

You smiled softly as you mindlessly handed Ashton your bag.

“Hey, Ash. Just one moment, please?”

He shrugged as he leaned against the lockers, watching as you put an oversized sweater over your clothes.

“We’re in Australia in April”

“I’m cold”

“Well, it is the year of the end of the world…” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your bag from him and started to walk together to your first class “Icebergs will melt, the desert will freeze, kangaroos will take over the world-”

“Oh, I would be long dead before a kangaroo tried to fight me” You laughed.

“I’ll defend you!”

“So that our mothers could bury us next to one another? How charming”

The bell rang just in time for the two of you to take your seats. Biology would be the only class you’d share that day and you won’t be seeing each other again until lunchtime rolled around. By that time you were used to losing yourself in thought, especially on days like these where somehow nothing seemed to fit. Or was it because you felt misplaced? You would watch your classmates, smile at them, and make idle talk. You would take notes for your classes and answer the questions the teachers make. But there wasn’t a future here, nothing that seemed to last or that would make you want to stay.

Weekdays were routine that you would soon forget come the weekend. And now the desolated two-day break felt more like the same futile attempt to make something meaningful without succeeding at it. Looking at the window from your room made no sense anymore knowing that Ashton was most likely somewhere else entirely.

At the end of last year, some boy from another school messaged him on facebook asking him to play a gig with them. Since then, Ashton has joined their little band called 5 seconds of summer. A playful name for a band of high schoolers.

You’ve met them a few times and have watched them play whenever they had a gig near town. They were good and were rapidly growing a loyal fanbase with their youtube videos. But their ambition was bigger than just a hobby, and you could see it not just in the way Ashton talked about them, but in the gleam in their eyes every time they hung out or when they played. They were something else and they were ready for more.

However, that didn’t take away the fact that you missed your best friend.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?” You woke up from your thoughts in the middle of the cafeteria.

Ashton was sitting next to you, a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you going to finish your lunch?” He said, pointing to your barely touched tray.

“Uh, no. You can have it”

“You’ve barely eaten”

“I’m not hungry” You shook your head, already sliding the tray to him “And you didn’t bring anything again”

He sighed “I forgot… No, I think I put my lunch in Harry’s lunch box again”

“Lucky him, then” You smiled “You’re still driving me home after school and to Mulligan’s later tonight, right?”

Ashton stopped chewing, closing his eyes as he swallowed thickly. Your smile fell.

“Ash-”

“I’m sorry!”

“Ash, you promised-”

“I know! I know, I’m a dickhead!” He said with regret the moment he saw how sad you looked. “But I promised Calum that I would sneak him out of soccer practice to go rehearse at Michael’s for our gig on Saturday and I completely forgot! I’m so, so sorry Y/N”

A sharp pain went through your heart as you took a deep breath before nodding. You looked down to avoid looking him in the eye, knowing that those puppy, hazel eyes would make you weak in an instant. Your thumbs twiddled with each other under the table, trying to take some of the tension away and distract you from the moment. It was no big deal. It was okay.

“It’s okay”

Ashton was not fooled by the whisper in your voice. “Y/N-”

“It’s okay, Ash. Really” You said more firmly this time, looking at him but not directly at his eyes “I can walk myself home, I need the sunlight anyway. And we can do Mulligan’s another day if you’d-”

“No,” Ash shook his head, “I said I’d be there and I will. I can cut the rehearsal short and I’ll meet you guys there! I will not miss it, alright? After all, you can’t wait for the midnight of your birthday another day, silly”

You smiled as you rolled your eyes, letting his arms wrap around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him, wondering if he can feel just how fast is beating.

* (9:25 PM) me: Ash, I’m already at the bar. I was late lol. So it’s okay if you wanted to stay longer with the boys

(9:55 PM) me: are you on ur way? I ordered us some beers ;) I finally got to use my ID

(10:30 PM) me: I drank ur beer

(11:30 PM) me: you’re not coming, are you?

*

There were two rings before he picked up the call.

“Ash, where are you?” You said into the night air and into the phone. Your classmates were inside the bar, waiting for you to sing happy birthday. But there were still five minutes to go and the person that said would be there was nowhere to be found.

“I- I am Ash,” He said before he exploded in giggles, followed by a fading chorus of familiar laughs at the other side of the line.

Then it hit you. He was still at Michael’s. He never left.

“Ashton, are you- are you high?”

Another explosive set of laughter hit you as an answer. You ended the call. The picture you took at the beginning of the year, with Ashton carrying you on his back as you both wink and make peace signs at the camera, mocks you as you try your hardest to be stoic for yourself.

You looked up to the moon and took a deep breath before coming back to the bar, an already perfect fake smile plastered all over your face as your classmates sang happy birthday at the top of their lungs, half of them already drunk. You didn’t know smiling could hurt that much till then.

By the end of the night, you tried your hardest to ignore the random comments that you happened to hear.

“Where’s Ash?” Someone would ask

“I heard he simply didn’t want to come,” Someone else answered. You didn’t know if to believe them.

The next day you woke up with a thousand messages of apologies and a notebook wrapped in wooden paper.

“For all the songs you’re gonna write”

Anyway

* I wait patiently He's gonna notice me It's okay, we're the best of friends

21 years old

To put it simply, L. A was a fucking nightmare.

Nowhere in the world have you seen such hypocrites smiling at each other like they were best friends all their lives. People were getting high in the backyard by the pool; couples cheating on each other in the same house; every up and coming having their realities shatter in front of their eyes as they realize what their dream industry actually is. And all of that is happening inside your own house in Beverly hills. Yes, you left the outbacks of Australia behind to chase the dreams you fought bravely to make come true. And without anyone’s help, you made it.

You went to college to please your mom, but finding your joy after Ashton had left soon after graduating high school was not easy. However, in order to pay some of your debts, you started working at the same bar you and your classmates used to hang out at. Cleaning tables and serving drinks was not as exciting as it sounded, but what really made it worth it was the open mic nights where anyone could come and present a bit of stand-up comedy or original songs to the public. That’s where you found your escape. Quite literally.

Soon, you were discovered, signed, and shipped off to Los Angeles where success has been modest but impressive for someone with such a short career. But dreams are not easy to maintain.

To have a dream in the city of dreamers is to be a fish in an ocean. Not rare and not exceptional either. It was intimidating and scary, all the more doing it all by yourself in a country where no one seemed to be your friend. People here knew of you, but they didn’t know you at all. Not really.

Maybe you don’t know yourself either.

“Y/N!”

Once again, a voice pulled you from your own thoughts and into your party again. From afar you noticed Calum’s wide smile as he headed toward you, pushing through the sea of people.

The only ones you know here in L.A are the ones that got away years before you did and were creating havoc among the younger fans. 5 Seconds of Summer was an absolute hit, and they were barely staying at the same place for more than four weeks straight, but you were thankful anytime they did. They were your friends or at least acquaintances except for Ash. They reminded you of home, and one person, in particular, reminded you that there was more than that to hang on to.

“Cal!” You called, hugging him as soon as he came close “I’m so glad you could make it. I have no idea who any of these people are! Where are the others?”

Calum shrugged “Michael got dragged by someone already. Luke… is complicated”

“And Ash?”

You didn’t want to sound hopeful. You didn’t want to give anything away with the tone of your voice or the way your eyes begged you to look around for him, see if he just got lost among the crowd.

“He said he’d come” Calum said, pretending not to know how you feel “You know how he is. Sometimes he says one thing…”

“To change it at the last minute.” You sighed “I hate that about him”

“It’s Ashton”

“I asked him to come and help me with the recording of some drums at the studio last week, did he tell you?” He shook his head “He said that what I was doing “wasn’t really his thing” so maybe I should just call someone else”

“He said that to you?” Calum said in disbelief.

You nodded “He’s been a real asshole lately. And I did get someone else in the end, but…”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s the principle”

But it was not just that. The Ashton you met at school was not the same Ashton you found as an adult. And yes, people are bound to change and you have changed a lot as well, but looking back it makes you question whether this person made changes to keep themselves in your life or to make themselves a memory of what once was a good old time. And you were scared Ashton could become the latter.

For many years, Ashton was the only one by your side, or at least that’s what you knew of. When he left for London all those years ago, you were happy that he could chase all those dreams he once shared with you in your backyard as little kids. But once you caught on with life and fate decided that it was time to meet again, it was like there were already so many people beside him that you felt out of frame. You were his friend first. But maybe he forgot.

“Ooop, he just texted” Calum chimed in, sipping on his drink “He’s right outside, I told him we’re hiding in the kitchen”

You chuckled as your fingers drummed nervously on top of the counter, trying your hardest not to look at the door. Not yet, don’t let him see you waiting for him. Just one moment more-

“What the fuck?”

Calum’s whisper made your eyebrows turn into a frown as you followed his gaze. Oh, how you wish you didn’t.

Entering your kitchen filled with people was Ashton, a smile so shy and welcoming at the same time, hand in hand with one of the most gorgeous girls you’ve ever seen in your life. Your smile flattered for one second.

“I guess he’s not with Jess anymore…” Muttered Calum. Jess? Who was Jess? And who was this girl if Calum didn’t know?

Your heart grew heavy as the air around you thickened, yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them. From afar, Ashton noticed you - or he noticed Calum, you didn’t know - and raised his hand to say hi and kept walking into another room with his new girl following him.

That’s it? Not even a proper hello? This is your house, your party… A sunken feeling enveloped you as you excused yourself to the bathroom, ignoring the pointed look Calum gave you as he let you go without asking questions.

The music was muffled inside the tiled walls. You locked the doors and went to the sink, leaning over it with your hands on either side of the counter. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you counted to ten over and over again, repeating to yourself that you were okay. You were okay, or you would be. You had to be.

As you raised your head, the mirror showed the reflection of a girl whose eyes beat red from tears she refused to shed. You could not be that girl tonight.

So you smiled at your reflection, practicing what muscle memory taught you good girls do when things don’t go their way. You smiled and fixed your hair, and smiled again. It didn’t matter that the image that kept playing inside your head was his hands tangled in hers. It didn’t matter that he didn’t even say hello. This was not about him nor your broken heart. You had to keep going so you had to smile. It’s not the first time it happened, you should be used to it by now.

One last deep breath and you opened the door, going back to the party. But as you made your way back into the kitchen, you bumped into someone going in the opposite direction.

“Woah! Hey, Y/N!” He said, smiling as he hugged you like he used to do.

For a moment you let yourself forget where you were and be hugged by him, letting the smell of his cologne be tattooed somewhere in your brain.

“Hi, Ash”

“How- hey, are you crying?”

“What?” You blinked a couple of times “Oh, no! One eyelash fell into my eye and I had to get it out, you know how that makes me-”

“Yeah, you get weirded out by eyes” He cringed.

An awkward silence set between the two of you, not knowing what to say now that is just the two of them. But you… Oh, you could say so much, you just didn’t know where to start. You wanted to ask about the tour, how it went and what was his favorite place to visit. You were dying to mention their new songs and how they made you feel. You wanted to ask about his family, how is Anne-Marie? Is Harry doing well in school? Has Lauren started high school yet and how does she like it? Do they still live in the same house you grew up with? Do they know the memories you shared? Do they even remember you?

Does Ash?

But standing in front of him you felt as if you had no right to ask those questions anymore. Ashton was not looking at you anymore, but at his phone, even when you were right there. Does he not have any curiosity toward you as much as you have about him? Does he not care?

You used to be best friends. You still were, right?

Yet, those questions were never asked as you just turned and kept walking. And when you looked back you noticed that Ashton hadn’t moved, hadn't noticed you were gone.

And if while you were looking you noticed some freshly made hickeys on the back of his neck, then you decided to ignore that as well.

(3:07 PM) me: saw two kids in a backyard playing mermaids with a sprinkler today. we never had that idea before (6:20 PM) ash 😜: i would've never consented to mermaids, mind you (6:30 PM) me: are you sure? (6:32 PM) ash 😜: nah, i would end up with a tail in the end (6:40 PM) me: do you miss it?

* From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I waited ages to see you there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that you never cared

25 years old

“Why am I not surprised?” Ashton laughed.

You didn’t notice his presence until he was standing in between you and the firepit in the backyard. He was wearing a shirt and a trenchcoat, lightly mocking your shivering figure as you sat outside on the last night of 2019.

“I don’t like parties” You answered.

“You never did,” Ashton said, sitting next to you “But that doesn’t give you the right to catch hypothermia”

“We live in L.A”

“Still,”

“I’m practicing”

“For what?” Ashton chuckled.

“Scotland,” You said, turning to look at him.

“Scotland? You’re gonna visit someone there, or?” He smiled, nervously.

“I’m moving there”

Ashton laughed loudly, “Bullshit!”

But you didn’t laugh along with him. Instead, you looked at him as the penny dropped and then moved your gaze to the fire again, finding comfort in the chaos. The only constant thing in your life.

Ashton blinked at you, elbowing you “You’re bullshiting me, Y/N”

You didn’t move, instead, you answered him in a monotone voice “Why would I?”

“What the fuck are you going to do in Scotland?!”

“The same, I guess?” You shrugged “I bought a house with a studio, my label has a branch there, I don’t do much touring so-”

“Were you going to tell me?!”

At this, you turn to him, almost as if to ask if he was serious.

“It’s not funny, Ash”

“The fuck is not! Of course not!” He shouted, getting up from his seat. The frown on his face deepened “You’re fucking moving away and you didn’t tell me?!”

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because we’re friends!”

At this, you couldn’t help but laugh. Like, actually, wholeheartedly laugh. Tears were at the corners of your eyes by the end of the laughing fit, even more so when you saw Ashton’s confused face standing in front of you.

Once you composed yourself, you shook your head.

“You can’t be serious right now”

“Y/N-”

“Honestly, Ashton. This- this is not funny, at all” You said, smile still on your face but your eyes getting redder as the tears gathered “You can’t- You can’t just come around every two years or so with a conversation and then yell at me and say that we’re friends as if you know what that means. No. Not with me, I- I won’t let it happen anymore”

You shook your head as a chuckle escaped your lips. “Ashton, tell me, right now. What’s the name of my cat?” He parted his lips but no words came out “What’s the name of my latest single?” Again, no answer “What’s the career I studied in uni before I came to the states?” By now, Ashton was looking down in shame “Ash, when is my birthday?”

That last answer broke your heart completely. You were hoping, wishing that at least that one he would get right. But his silence only confirmed what your heart knew. You closed your eyes as the tears finally slid down your cheeks, tired of being kept hidden all those years.

“Y/N-”

“No,” You raised your hand to stop him from saying anything else, “If it’s an apology I don’t want to hear it because it’s a little too late for that. Ashton, you have no idea what is like to have no one in your corner, and I pray that you never get to experience that. But all my life- all my life I’ve been waiting to be someone’s priority and when I finally put myself first, you come and try to berate me for it. I hate L.A. I had since the moment I came here. You had Calum, Luke and Michael, and countless other people to make you feel welcomed! but me? I had no one!”

All the feelings that were silenced over the years came crashing through. Unfiltered and uncensored. Like the fire in front of you, ready to spread out.

“And I tried to fit in. When I invited you and the guys and all of your friends, I wanted to make you feel that maybe I can still be part of this life as well! But they aren’t my friends, they’re yours. And you made no effort to even include me in your life as if I was someone that you tolerated from the past that’s long dead and gone. You have my memories, Ash. You have the same scars that I do, the same laughs, and the same tears from when we were kids till we were out of high school. We shared the same dreams and even though I knew you would make them more easily I prayed to god to take me where you would go because I knew that my place was with you, it didn’t matter where or how. I just wanted to be with my best friend, even if with time my best friend didn’t want to be my best friend anymore”

“Y/N,” His voice was small, fragile “That’s not true”

“Don’t lie!” You yelled through the tears “You’re being mean, Ash! You left me behind. You left me! And I’m still here, I was always here and you couldn’t see me, or you didn’t want to see me. You didn’t care! Could you look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t know everything that was going on when we were kids?”

Ashton tried to keep his gaze up with yours but couldn’t, quickly looking away with guilt. You pressed your lips in a thin line as you nodded.

“I loved you, so so much. And I hate you for making me feel so unloved, so small and unimportant. I don’t think I can shake this now, and I don’t know if I can forgive you for making me hate myself this much when I did nothing to you”

You knew your words hurt him, but there was nothing you could say to take them back. You didn’t want to take them back.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and started walking back to the party, ready to ask an uber to drive you home.

Ashton didn’t follow, you knew he wouldn’t. And for the first time in years, you were glad he didn’t.

* (05:25 AM) Ashton Irwin: can we talk, please?

This number has been blocked from your contacts

* ‘Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

28 years old

“You’re on your own kid, you always have been” You sang the last part of the acoustic set of your last album as the crowd went wild. You smiled at the small room, just a small acoustic session to start off the new era of songs about growth and finding yourself again after years of learning how to heal.

“There are many things in life that leave scars, things that we automatically assume about ourselves like muscle memory,” You said into the mic “For years we look for who to blame, and most of the time we carry that blame within ourselves and make ourselves believe that we are not worthy of beautiful things in the world. But I learned that even though these wounds and scars are mine, they don't own me as a person, they do not define me nor who I will become later in life. None of us are less deserving of love or the beautiful things in life just because we’ve struggled. And I-”

The words are stuck inside your throat for a moment, just a moment as your eyes make contact with the person standing in the corner of the room.

His arms are crossed over his chest, his smile is timid and a bit scared. But his eyes, although mature, kept that hazel glow that you’ve recognized anywhere. Even when years have passed.

“I will make my best to remind you how beautiful you all are” * * Tags: @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @mystic-232 @talksoprettyjjx @theshyspy @hoodhoran @hoodharlow @littledrummeraussie @wastelandcth @bubblegum183 @irwin-fletcher-ash @wiiildflowerrr @in-a-world-of-fandoms @another-lonely-heart @aabc5sauce @in-superbloom @sadcupofcoffee @personalmuyverypersonal @vtte @as-hs-blog @himbohood @sofiaaraee @irwindoll @weasleytwinscumslut @fairytrice @colourfulcal @nibin0912 @hfkait @savagejane1 @youneedtocalumdown @pvnkcloud @ashtonsunflower @nicebasscalum @calumspupils @secretsicanthideanymore@alltimesos @wontlastimokwiththatt @cncoangelsss @whywontyoulovemecami @theimpossiblehologramtree @perriexed @abiancajg @rewmuslupin @icelily13 @bookthingz @lendeluxe

[il-predestinato]

Let’s test your speed writing shall we? 😛

Hmm… my favourite number maybe? 38 🥺🧡

38. "Small Talk" by Katy Perry; pairing - lestappen (what a surprise!)

I just can't believe We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime

So... Al, this one completely got away from me: it’s um... slightly longer than 5 sentences (2093 words apparently).

send me an ask with a number between 1 and 100 and I'll write a 5ish sentence fic inspired by that song on my 2022 wrapped playlist!

Title: One Day

Summary: The Monaco Grand Prix is cursed.

Day 37

Max always remembers. Charles always forgets.

Max remembers the address of Charles' apartment in Monte Carlo. (Charles told him on Day 5. Not too shabby, thought Max, for two people who were never friends and closer to enemies.) This time, he goes there first. The speech is well-rehearsed by now. It was a blabbering mess on Day 9, and Charles nearly tossed him off the balcony. (Day 10 was worse; Charles actually called Christian, fuck his life, and nearly called a sports psychologist before Max yeeted his phone off the balcony in desperation.) By Day 13, Max had a polished version of 'the speech'. By now, he could probably rhyme it off in his sleep. Not that it ever yielded any better results, so he abandoned this approach on Days 30 to 36. And that got him nowhere either. So back to square one.

He waits patiently for the five stages of grief to cycle past on speedrun; to give Charles some credit, despite the lack of memory retention, he did seem to get over it quicker and quicker each time. Perhaps something of each Day lingered, even if it wasn't remembrance per se.

"So it's always at Nouvelle Chicane or Le Portier?" questions Charles, hands rubbing at his temples.

Max nods, and then shakes his head. "At the Swimming Pool once," he amends. "On Day 12, I think... a crane fell on my head."

"Why was there even a crane?!" Charles groans, scandalized.

Max shrugs. He hasn't even told Charles about Day 31; a jewel thief literally ran across the race track and smashed a briefcase full of diamonds straight into Charles' helmet at 285 kph.

"So sometimes you die, and sometimes I die?" mumbles Charles with a frown.

"It doesn't matter who," confirms Max. "Then the Day restarts with my alarm going off at 7 am."

-

Day 38

"You've got to be kidding!"

Max is trying not to smile, but Charles looks absolutely petulant.

Charles glares at him. "I died at La Rascasse?" He throws both hands up in the air. "Like... how?! La Rascasse! At the hairpin?! I drive faster to the supermarket, mon dieu!"

"This time I think you took Lando with you -"

Panicked green eyes met his. "Oh, putain!" screeches Charles. "Did I kill Lando? Oh my God, oh my God. Max, please tell me I didn't -"

"Relax, mate." Max rubs both temples. Why is he always cursed to remember? "Everything resets. Lando will be fine."

"But are you sure?" insists Charles anxiously.

Max squeezes him gently on the shoulder. A little shiver runs up his arm, and he's not sure why. This wasn't exactly their first physical contact off the track. (Some Days he can remember more vividly than others; he's not quite ready to admit that the hug from Charles is the reason he remembers Day 9 more clearly than the 29 days that followed.)

"I promise," he says softly. "I got both George and Lance on Day 24, and they both came back just fine the next day."

-

Day 40

“Okay, what if we kill someone else first?”

Max is both impressed and mildly alarmed. It really didn’t take Charles all that long to make the leap from ‘wallow in despair about the unbreakable curse’ to ‘let’s move on to murder.’

“It won’t work.” He shakes his head. “Day 17. Toto and Helmut sort of decapitated each other mid-race, but the Day didn’t end until Carlos put me into the barrier.”

“Toto and Helmut did what?”

-

Day 43

"Tell me what happened yesterday."

Max freezes. The ache in his chest hasn't dulled at all.

Yesterday.

“It’s easier if I show you,” he murmurs, as he tries to ignore the sting in the corners of his eyes.

He steps closer to Charles. He hesitates.

The problem is that he has spent 42 Days with Charles, while Charles has spent none of those Days with him.

He laughs inwardly. But then again, Charles won’t remember this Day either, so what does he have to lose?

Boldness, grief, desire - seizes his chest all at once - and he gathers Charles’ face between his hands; for a fraction of a second, he realizes that Charles isn’t flinching, isn’t moving away. He kisses the soft lips, the very same ones he kissed for the first time yesterday.

Charles kisses him back. And it’s like it was yesterday again.

-

Day 61

It’s worse when he is the cause of death.

-

Day 87

No, it’s worse when Charles dies in his arms.

-

Day 90

He’s wrong again. Nothing is worse than seeing the grief in those green eyes as Max dies in his arms.

Max wants to rip at the gaping wound in his chest. Let him bleed out faster. Let it be tomorrow already.

-

Day 91

“Tell me what happened yesterday.”

Max laughs and sobs. (He sobs in joy.)

He thanks all the stars that Charles didn’t remember. That Charles never remembers.

-

Day 113

“I wish I could remember,” confesses Charles. “It doesn’t seem fair that you know so much about me, and I know almost nothing about you.” He traces his hand along Max’s exposed chest, nestling his face deeper into the crook of Max’s neck.

Max lets him explore. He selfishly loves it. There’s a certain awe in Charles’ expression that he adores, the way he “learns” (relearns) Max’s body each time.

“It’s better that you don’t,” he teases, going for levity this time. “It’s the only way I can guarantee you mind-blowing sex every time, like you’ve never experienced.”

Charles punches him lightly on the sternum. (Max smiles; it’s kinder than the mean little pinch Charles gave him on Day 99.)

“Let’s stay in bed today,” he suggests. “No racing today.”

Charles nods, pressing a feathery kiss to his collarbone. “Maybe that’s the trick.”

Max doesn’t have the heart to tell him that they already tried: Day 7, Day 21, Day 78, Days 103-109. If anything, they always died faster.

-

Day 188

“I love you,” Charles tells him.

Butterflies dance in his chest, and Max fights to maintain composure, just like he did all the previous times when Charles said those words. “You’ve only been with me for a few hours.”

“More than half a year,” corrects Charles.

Has it been that long? Max doesn’t say out loud.

He squeezes Max’s hand on their way out the door, on the way to the race track (on the way to their doom).

“Even if I don’t say it tomorrow, or the Day after that, or for a few Days,” insists Charles. “Just remember that I love you. Always. Even if I don’t remember it.”

-

Day 213

Charles dies for the fifteenth Day in a row.

Max prays to a deity that he doesn’t believe in.

-

Day 219

Charles dies for the twenty-first Day in a row.

Max curses the deity he doesn’t believe in. He vows to let the world break its fucking neck if it means he can keep Charles.

-

Day 220

He tries a different approach. He reaches for all the ugly parts of him that he once swore he would never become.

“- and that is why you will never win the Monaco Grand Prix,” he snarls at Charles, even as he feels his chest - his whole body - fracturing. He wants to bite until he bleeds and swallow his own tongue, but he ploughs on for Charles’ sake. “You will never live up to what you promised your father or Jules -”

Charles punches him. Hard.

It hurts.

He’s glad it hurts. Maybe if Charles hates him, like the universe did, maybe then - just maybe - he might live.

-

Day 224

“I didn’t mean it,” he swallows thickly. “I didn’t mean any of it -”

Charles kisses away whatever apology he was trying to form in his throat.

He can’t help but think: If Charles could remember, truly remember, he would never forgive me.

-

Day 330

Today, he doesn’t go to Charles at all.

Maybe he is the problem.

The poison that feeds this curse. He is the constant variable after all, the part of the equation that dooms them to this eternal purgatory.

-

Day 359

Charles tries to go to him.

He never accounted for that.

Max wants to open that door. Just one twist of the door knob, and Charles will be on the other side. Beautiful, kind, brave Charles. He wants -

It takes every might of his willpower to pull his hand away from the door.

-

Day 362

It’s raining. It never rains. This Day is always, unfailingly sunny.

Charles is in his arms once again, bleeding out on the pavement. The rain tries to wash the blood away. Tries to wash Charles away.

He’s crying, but Charles can’t see that, because the rain washes his tears away too.

“I should have been with you.”

All that wasted time. And for what?

He hasn’t seen Charles for twenty-two Days, but the green eyes that stare back at him are calm, even as the life behind them fades with every passing second.

“You’re with me now,” whispers Charles weakly.

“I love you,” he sobs. He doesn’t care if he’s practically a stranger to this Charles, the one dying in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

When Charles’ eyes close at last, his face is peaceful, almost the hint of a smile tugging on his lips. A little bit of pain departs with the last breath that Max releases before his world fades to black.

-

Day 363

Charles launches a baguette at his head, and Max cannot believe the man still insists that he doesn’t possess a single iota of French ancestry.

“You abandoned me for how many days?” Charles’ accusation makes him flinch harder than the impact of the baguette on his forehead.

“Schat, I -”

Charles growls at him. “Don’t ‘schat’ me! First of all, I have no idea what that means -”

Max makes an offended noise. Charles loves his pet name, if only he could remember.

“Second of all,” continues Charles relentlessly, “I may not remember, but I felt it.”

That causes Max to fall silent.

“Oh.”

Charles sniffs, picking up the discarded baguette off the floor. “I don’t know how to explain it, but even when I don’t remember, I feel all of it. I can feel everything we went through.”

-

Day 365

Some Days are easier than others. He’s not sure which Day this one is yet. A quick, painless death after a long, beautiful day of laughter? They even made it past the actual race twice. (The first time, Charles drowned in the Monte Carlo harbour during the after party; it remains the one and only time he’s ever won the Monaco Grand Prix, which Max continues to tease him about. The second time, Daniel accidentally cracked Max’s skull with the podium champagne.) Or will it be a painful, drawn out death after a gloomy, joyless day? (Max is still embarrassed about that time he slipped on a bar of soap in the shower on Day 81, ending the Day about 15 minutes after it had started.)

Charles lays a bowl of tomato soup in front of him.

(Max once told him that he loved tomato soup. Maybe 150 Days ago. Maybe earlier than that. He mentioned it only once. Not that Charles ever remembers.)

Somehow Charles always remembers.

“So what’s the plan today?” asks Charles lightly.

The morning sun is streaming through the pearly white curtains, and a crown of light dances around Charles’ soft brown curls. A soft breeze through the open window wafts the tangy aroma of tomato soup towards him.

He takes Charles’ hand in his own and pulls him down so he can taste him on his lips.

“Just being with you,” he whispers, and his heart lightens when Charles rewards him with a dimpled smile. “If I have to live one Day over and over again, then I’m going to spend that Day with you.”

He understands now.

He thought the universe had cursed him. Had cursed them. But even a single Day with Charles was a gift. And he got to relive it over and over again. He won’t waste it again.

-

Day 366 Tomorrow

The alarm doesn’t go off at 7 am.

He only wakes up when the warm duvet is rudely snatched away from him, leaving him shivering in the crisp morning air. A pair of ice cold feet burrows their way into the warm space between his thighs, and a whiplash of messy brown hair makes his eyes sting after settling on his pillow.

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Hope you enjoyed, @alestire

That kind of... spiralled.

[fandom-alley]

Strangers on Vacation | Part 1

Summary: After a bad breakup on what was supposed to be a fun 3 year anniversary week long cruise, Reader is stranded on the boat in the middle of the ocean. With plans to disembark at the port the next day but nowhere to sleep tonight, she accepts a spare bed from the stranger over dressed for a vacation. Otherwise known as Spencer Reid. Pairing: Spencer/fem reader, plus size reader, mid size reader (whichever you imagine while reading) Category: Fluff, angst, meet cute (sorta?) BAU on mandatory vacation time Warnings: emotional abuse, body shaming, (at the beginning breakup), alcohol drinking/mentions, self-conscious thoughts (Eventual spice but not in this part) please let me know what I missed! Word Count: 2k Notes: I wrote most of this in august, finally feeling up to posting! Part one of 3 or 4. This first chapter is a bit heavy with the breakup and how it effects readers thoughts on herself, but the main story is about loving yourself and self worth and of course Spencer and his crush at first sight. And the BAU on a much needed vacation! I imagine later seasons Reid, with the curls and facial scruff and stuff.

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I don’t know why I insisted on celebrating our three year anniversary on a week long cruise ship vacation. Three years wasn’t even that much to celebrate. One year? Sure, you can celebrate all you’ve learnt about each other and been through as you navigated that first year together. Five years? Absolutely. What a milestone. By five years you’ve probably gotten a place together, started planning a family, or maybe even gotten married. But three? Stuck in the middle there between two big celebrations. Little old three. How boring. 

Maybe that’s why I wanted the big hoorah. A romantic week away together. After all, in our three years of being together, we still lived in our own apartments, never talked about children, and the thought about marriage was enough to make my stomach turn. Maybe this vacation would change that.

I was very, very wrong.

The arguing started, you guessed it, three hours into the trip. Just about little things at first. Like which side of the counter in the bathroom belonged to who. Mine was the right side, of course. It’s always the right side. Any time I spent the night at John’s place, his stuff was always on the left and I would place mine on the right. But apparently I was wrong, and he always had his stuff on the right side, as he ever so kindly pointed out by yelling. I’m sure our cruise cabin neighbours were loving us already.

Then it was about what activity we were going to do first. I suggested dinner and a show in the entertainment lounge, since it was nearing dusk and well past time to eat. But he pushed back, wanting to head straight for the main deck swimming pool with the swim up bar and jacuzzis. We argued for about five minutes before I relented. I excused myself to the bathroom to calm down and change into my swim suit. 

For this trip I had bought some new super cute bikini’s. And in honour of my first time on a boat, and also for the first night on the cruise, I chose to wear the bikini with blue and white stripes. A nautical vibe that I found very fitting for the occasion.

However, when I emerged from the bathroom donned in said bikini because I hadn’t put my cover up dress on yet, John looked me up and down with a scowl before huffing out a breath and turning away. He busied himself unpacking his suitcase, already wearing his own swim trunks and a white t-shirt. 

“What?” I asked to his back, since he apparently refused to look at me.

“Nothing,” he spat out.

“Clearly it’s something. You’re acting annoyed or disgusted or something.” I replied while walking to my own suitcase to dig out that cover up dress.

“I am disgusted,” he stated. He stilled his movements as I neared closer to the bed with our suitcases on top.

“At what?” I asked curiously. I found the dress and held it against my body, trying to judge if it would be too weird to wear overtop of blue and white stripes. But it was a white dress, so I figured it should be fine.

“At you,” John answered. “You’ve let yourself go.”

My heart fell to the floor, as did the dress I was holding. I watched, speechless, as John finally turned around to stare at me in disgust. His gaze went from my head down to my toes and back up again. Where normally that kind of gazing would be taken as someone appreciating my body, I could feel the distaste radiating off of him.

“What?” I managed to breathe out. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly.

“You’ve let yourself go,” he repeated. “Look at you, you’re even spilling out of your bikini. I thought maybe when you said we were going on a cruise you would take it as an opportunity to get in shape again. Apparently I was wrong.”

He took my silence as an excuse to keep talking. Ranting about all of the things that were evidentially wrong with me. Too much fat on my thighs, too much around my waist, too much gathered on my stomach, even my breasts were too big now. I wrapped my arms around myself as he talked, trying to cover up and hide away from his harsh words, until eventually he said something that snapped me out of it.

“I don’t even want to be seen out in public with you looking like that,” he snarled. 

“Well then, you don’t have to,” I snapped back. “Because this is over. We’re done. I’m leaving.” 

“That’s it? You’re not even going to fight for this relationship?” He yelled as he watched me roughly shove the cover up dress over my head.

“Fight for it? By doing what, loosing weight? Starving myself so I can ‘meet your standards’?” I laughed harshly in his face. “You don’t see me complaining to you about your balding head.”

His hands immediately went to touching his hair as he turned to find the nearest mirror.

“My hair is not balding,” he whined. 

“Try taking a mirror to the back of your head and then tell me that,” I said. 

Unfortunately he wasn’t balding as much as I would have liked in this moment. The patch of visible skin on the crown of his head was hardly noticeable to the average passerby. But having known and been with John for years, I was seeing the pattern increase a little bit each year. Not fast enough now for my anger though. I used to think it was kind of cute. A reminder that we were aging together. Every time I would notice it I would get visions of us old and grey and bald, sitting on rocking chairs together as we complained about the days youths. 

Now I just wanted to see that head of his shoved into some mud or something.

Angrily, I shoved my bathroom belonging’s back into my suitcase, roughly pulling the zipper to get it to close. I picked up dress from the floor, quickly pulling it over my head as I shoved my sandals back onto my feet, made sure I had my phone, and started to drag the suitcase with me out the door.

“Where do you even think you’re going to go? We’ve already left the port!” John yelled as I neared the door.

“I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care! As long as it’s away from you!” I yelled right back and stormed out the door. 

He made a good point, I realized as I stalked down the hallway. We were already floating in the middle of the ocean by now, with the sun almost completely set. But there was no way I would be sharing a bed with that asshole for the next week. 

How could he even say those things about me? And to my face, no less. It’s true. I did gain weight over the last year. I went up three pant sizes and two bra cup sizes. But I figured since we’d already been together for a while that he was used to me and my size. He never gave any indication before. Sure when we met I was small, but I was also younger then and had a very active job. Then I got laid off and replaced that job with an office job, took up baking as a side hustle, and obviously I taste tested everything I made. 

Determined to figure out my sleeping arrangements before it got pitch black outside, I pushed all thoughts of John into the back of my mind. I made my way to the cruise ship lobby, where a few people were milling about looking at excursion brochures or just sitting in some of the overly big chairs decorating the room. 

“Excuse me?” I spoke softly to the front desk attendant as to not draw attention from the other guests in the lobby. “Hi, I’m from room 209. I was wondering if there’s a room I can switch into please.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. We’re sold out.” The attendant informed me with a most definitely fake sad face.

“You’re kidding. A cruise ship this big and you don’t even have one extra room?”

“We had a few large groups book up multiple chunks of rooms. So no, I’m sorry. We don’t have extra space.”

Not wanting to stir up attention and make a scene, I thanked them for their help even though they were unhelpful, and turned away from the desk.

“Great,” I mumbled to myself as I walked away.

“Excuse me? I have an extra bed in my room if you need a place to stay.” I heard the voice coming up behind me. I slowed my pace until the person came to a stop in front of me. 

The voice belonged to a very handsome tall man, with wild curls, a bit of facial hair, soft eyes, and a small smile. He wore a rather odd outfit for a cruise ship. Brown dress pants and a purple collared shirt with a knitted vest overtop. I was sweating already in a bikini and a light white dress, so he must be scorching underneath that getup. 

“Oh, thank you so much for that offer, sir. But I’ll just bunk with one of my other friends, it’s okay.” I told him, not wanting to let some stranger in on my relationship problems. Before he had a chance to reply I walked off as fast as I could without it seeming like I was trying to run away from him. I’m sure his intentions were good. But you can’t trust people randomly like that.

I ended up wandering the ship for another hour, passing by the entertainment lounge that I had so badly wanted to be in hours ago. I also passed a games room, a gym which gave me bad feelings after the breakup that just occurred, as well as a library. With options running slim, I slipped into that library and rolled my suitcase to a secluded chair in the back. It was already pretty late, and I was so exhausted from the day of traveling to get to the boat and the events that followed, so as soon as I curled up in the chair I fell asleep. 

It felt like a second later when someone was tapping on my shoulder waking me up. Groggily, I cracked my eyes open and looked up at the offender. 

“Miss, I’m sorry, but it’s after midnight and the library is closed. You can’t sleep in here,” they said. It was a staff member who hardly looked old enough to be legal drinking age. When I didn’t reply, they continued. “If you don’t leave I’m going to have to call security to escort you out, and I really don’t want to have to do that.”

Well great. There went my plan to spend the night in the library and get off the boat at tomorrows dock and somehow figure out my way back home to Virginia. Before I could even stand up from the chair, the man from earlier was back at my shoulder.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you for ages, sorry we got split up before I could give you the room key.” He was saying as he helped me get out of the chair. He looked over to the employee, “Sorry, we were meant to meet up when we got on the ship and somehow ended up getting separated. I didn’t mean for her to fall asleep in the library after hours. We’ll be on our way now.”

I was too tired to protest as I let the man grab my suitcase and escort me out of the library. We went up the elevator to the top floor, which my tired brain knew was the floor with the most expensive rooms. It was hard to pay attention to where we were going as I was pretty much asleep on my feet, but eventually we arrived at his room. I saw enough of it to confirm that he wasn’t lying about having an extra bed, before I was falling onto said bed and promptly passing out.

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[sensei-venus]

“Great Escape”

(Unedited) (GirlCock!Tory, Adult!Tory, a/b/o, Pre-Heat, Omega Slick, Female Receiving, Oral Sex, Cum Play, Slick Kink, Tory being a slick slut.) ( @gemini-sensei )

Reader whines as Tory gripped at her hips tightly. She wanted to stay as quiet as she could for the alpha but she just couldn't with the way she was handling her. Her fingers dug into the fat of her hips from over her sun dress. She yelped out before trying to cover her mouth, the girl behind her working her fingers into just the right spot on both of her hips.

What started out as a simple lunch outing at the county club, an invite invitation from the LaRusso’s for having Tory come by the dojo for some teaching assistance for a class.

It was supposed to be a fun vacation day for the two love birds. Just a day by the county club pool followed by some fun activities around the yard, followed up by a nice fancy lunch in the dining room of the club. Then they could go home and relax at the end of the day. It was perfect.

That was until they got to lunch and Tory started to get more frisky.

The two sat down at a small table at the back of the dining room, across from each other so they could just look at one another. Tory kept kissing the omega's hand the whole time they waited for their food to arrive. Then she was playing footies under the table, skimming her naked foot over Reader who just looked at her with a raised brow. Tory was always a bit flirtatious outside and had no issue with PDA. Kissing and hugging and I even holding her was pretty normal with her.

But this kind of treatment was a bit off even for her.

The next thing she knew, she was being led to one of the family bathrooms and being shoved into it by her mate.

Now she was being bent over a fancy marble sink counter being felt up. She could feel the alpha grinding up against her. Her heavy erection straining under her jean shorts.

The fabric tented as she rubbed her clothed cock up against Reader's fat ass. Reader whimpered at the friction between her ass cheeks, only a bit lower and it would be rubbing right against her barely covered pussy.

The thin material of her lacy white panties did little to cover her fat and now damp pussy. She could feel herself starting to leak a nice amount of slick. Tory pumped out her mucky scent which made Reader’s head drown and get fuzzy.

“I could fucking smell you out there. Fuck it was only a matter of time before every other alpha out there smelled you.”

“W-what?”

“I could smell your pussy babe.”

Readers face flushed. What did she mean she could smell her- did she stink? Of course, she had showered before they came to the club today and she even went swimming earlier. How could she smell?

“If I smell then why are you trying to get into my undies then? Shouldn’t we just go home if I smell that bad, so I can take a shower?”

Tory groaned from behind her and started to bunch up her fluffy sundress. She got the feathery material over her fat ass and wide hips before bunching it up and under the top part, getting it stuck in place.

Readers face flushed and her eyes widened as she felt the girl pull her ass cheeks apart, letting her thin panties fall between her ass cheeks and barely cover her pussy and asshole. She was quick to make the omega bend completely over the counter and spread her thick legs wide open for her.

She stood completely bent over as Tory fell to her knee’s behind her. She laced her fingers through the sides of the lace and pulled them down to her ankles. Once she was done she pulled her ass apart again and took a deep breath right under Reader's pussy, not daring to touch the holy skin.

“Baby you smell so good right now, I could smell how sweet and slick you were.”

Oh- that's what she meant. She was talking about her scent, her natural omega arousal scent that would naturally leak out from her vaginal area. Not only that but she had scent glands near her folds that also helped to spread her scent. But why would she be smelling that so strongly-

“Oh my God, I forgot my suppressants for this month! How could I forget, this is all my fault I'm-”

“Don't be upset it's just a preheat, it's not the real thing just yet. I can take care of you now and get you back to the house with no problem. But I don't need morons following you around out there when they get a whiff of this pretty pussy. It's mine.”

Tory's hot breath fanned over her now dripping pussy lips, her fat folds covered in the slick she was now pumping out because of Tory’s attention and musk. Her eyes rolled a little bit as Tory inched closer and let out a small puff of hot air right onto her twitching hole. Her pussy clenched around nothing, waiting for anything to come inside her tight channel to please her. It winked at Tory as it drooled out slick.

Tory took a big whiff of the omega one more time before letting her tongue slip out and lap at her wet folds. It lathered over the drenched puffy lips, she sucked them in a few times as she worked over them. Fat pussy lips drenched in sweet omega slick and now mixed with warm cum. It was thick and sweet like honey and made Tory drool even more. 

Tory didn’t seem to care about the noise becoming she loudly moaned and grunted as she licked all over the omegas cunt. The noises she made were wet and loud as she lapped at the girl's folds and clit.

She was fast to lick around the omegas-engorged clit, letting the very tip of her tongue flick it a few times. Reader jerked as she felt Tory move around her sensitive bits. Her hand clenched over her mouth as she tried to keep as quiet as possible. She bit into her hand the longer it went on.

Tory finally sucked the fat clit into her mouth and moaned, sending vibrations through the omega's poor pussy. Her legs shaking. The alpha held her hands firm on the omega's cheeks keeping her spread. Once she was done with the fat clit between her lips she let go of it with a small pop. She gave it a small kiss before finally moving down to the best part.

Her favorite meal.

Reader's pretty little slick maker, her now gapping and leaking pussy hole. And it was all Tory’s.

She lapped at the hole and felt it flutter under her tongue making her grin in the process. Reader's fat cunt never got tired of being played with, especially with the alpha's tongue. Finally, after a good few minutes, she finally pushed her tongue into the tight hole. It was warm and completely soaked with hot slick. It wrapped and clenched around her tongue perfectly. Tor swears her eyes briefly rolling into the back of her head at the feeling and smell. This was the best part of being a alpha.

Being able to dine on and experience is one of the best parts of having an omega partner.

It was just different.

Tory moaned as she started to tongue fuck the omega hard and fast. It was loud as she thrust her tongue in and out of her sloppy cunt. Her face was drenched within seconds of trying to please the omega. It dripped down her lips and down her chin, it coated her nose and cheeks in the thick liquid. A mix of slick and cum. She happily mouthed at the soft flesh and drank down slick. It was sweet and filled her mouth by the mouth full, she gulped it down at every opportunity.

She was loud as she violently shook her head between the girl's cheeks and folds. She moaned as loud as she could as she felt Reader tighten around her. She started to go as fast and deep as she could into the tight cunt of her mate.

Reader was screaming into her hand at this point. One of her free hands tried to dig into the hard marble of the sink's countertop. It did nothing to keep her grounded. She had nothing to hold onto as her eyes rolled back into her skull and an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her.

Her hips bucked back into Tory’s face, trying to ride out her high. Her legs shook and threatened to give out from underneath her weight. Tory did her best to keep her up and work her raw pussy.

She drank down the girl's nectar as it squirted out of her used hole. She did her best to catch all of it before it spilled out of her awaiting mouth. She slowly slurped as the liquid became a small trickle and slowly stopped. Tory did her best to clean the girl's folds before completely stopping.

She pulled back and looked at her work, seeing how raw Reader's pussy was now. She grinned before helping to pull the woman’s underwear back up.

She stood up and helped pull her dress back down before turning her around to face her. Her face was flushed and she panted.

“How about we finish this at home ok?”

Reader smiled as Tory took her hand and let it rest against the still very noticeable tent in the alpha's shorts. She bit her lip at the idea of what they were going to do at home for the next few days as they raid out her pre-heat.

“I think that’s a great idea alpha, I think it best we wait until we get home so I can help you out with YOUR little- I mean big problem~”