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leahswife · 6 months

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two things can be true at once

summary: the aftermath of your nights with jenni. part three of "where do we stand".

prequel, part one, part two, part three

you were speechless.

here she was, aitana, standing right in front of you, looking like she had rushed here first thing in the morning while a naked jenni was hiding in your closet.

"listen, i just want to talk, okay? i know you said i shouldn't approach you until i figured my shit out but i have. that's why i'm here." she looked slightly scared you might push her away but apart from how she looked every other time you were together, there seemed to be confidence bubbling within her now.

when you didn't answer because you were too lost in your thoughts and quite frankly, still very much in shock, she continued, "can i come in?" she asked. innocently. absolutely and irrefutably unaware of the vulgarity that had happened in that room the night before. there were still traces of it behind, jenni's clothes scattered on the floor and both of your underwear somewhere in the room.

you cleared your throat, heart pounding in your chest at the mess you found yourself in and you couldn't quite look aitana in the eye. "um, listen. my room is a mess right now, can we meet downstairs? i promise we'll talk." she gave you a smile, relieved you were open to hear her and nodded, "i'll be downstairs. at breakfast, sí?"

you nodded in agreement and watched her walk towards the elevator before you closed the door and let out a deep breath.

fuck.

you looked over at the closet jenni was still in and walked over to it, opening it to see a naked jenni with crossed arms.

"i don't appreciate you keeping me waiting."

"jenni, get dressed and leave."

"what? so all it takes is for aitana to show up and now you're throwing me away like garbage?" she got out of the closet, with a frown on her face directed at you.

"what? no." you fumbled with your words, "what are you talking about? i just– we're just gonna talk. and i didn't know you meant to stay?" you continued as she walked past you and started getting dressed in a haste.

she ignored you as she kept getting dressed, which just left you more confused and more nervous than you already were, "jennifer, can you answer me?" you begged.

she finally looked up and walked over to you while putting her hair up in a bun, "you're right. i didn't. you were just a fuck." she said coldly, very different from the way she had treated you the day before. you don't know why but that felt like a stab in the stomach. "why are you talking like that?" you asked quietly, like a kid too afraid to leave their corner and face the inevitable consequences of their foolishness.

she chuckled with no emotion behind it, "that's what this was, right?" you felt yourself shrink under her fierce gaze. you thought that's what this was but after the two times you were together, you couldn't deny there was something more.

–

the first time, although she claimed to have wanted to do bad things to you, she had been so gentle, always asking if it was okay to do something different, exploring your body, always listening to your sounds of approval and what you enjoyed better and what not, learning how to move with you before she got rougher.

the second time was more free, with laughter and banter in between kisses and gasps as she fucked you hard and mercilessly into the bed. and after she would lay kisses all over your body and clean you and get you water, making sure you were comfortable. you would just lay back with a smile and tease her about how you didn't know she was such a softie.

"solo contigo." she would whisper before kissing you softly. soon, sighs and moans of pleasure would fill the room as you went back to touching each other, this time slowly and gently.

the night ended with you both cuddling to each other for warmth, you tracing her tattoos and asking each other about past relationships. "so, is it really true you dated alexia?" you felt her chest bounce up and down with laughter and you couldn't help to let out a giggle yourself. "wow, you've been dying to ask that question, haven't you?" you looked up at her from the place you were laying on her chest and saw her amused smile, eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite decipher.

you propped yourself on your elbow and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer. she squinted her eyes at you, "porque quieres saber?" you shrugged, "because i want to know if alexia really stooped that low." you laughed at her opening her mouth in fake shock, "i'm kidding, i'm kidding." you kissed her cheek when you felt her fingers prod at your sides, tickling you. "jenni, broma, broma!" you fell back onto the bed, trying to get her hands off of you.

she finally backed off and stood on her elbow to look down at you, "did you ever date aitana?" you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "no, why do you ask?"

she shrugged, "i just think there is something between you two."

"we are nothing." you claimed but jenni gave you a knowing look. you huffed in frustration and told her everything that had happened between you two.

"sounds messy. so if she had confessed to you that night, you never would've showed up at my door?"

"no, i wouldn't have." you answered simply and honestly.

she nodded and traced her finger around your stomach, "what if she confessed now?" she asked quietly, eyes meeting yours. again, your hearts starts beating unusually fast, something that shouldn't happen in any situation with jenni but lately it has. truth was, you didn't have an answer for her right now. you've wanted aitana for so long but with her indecisiveness and pulling away had thrown you off. plus jenni came into the scene and you started exploring something that was just supposed to be fun, but laying in this bed with her, having a serious conversation after having been touched with so much care didn't feel like just fun anymore. still, how could you entertain such a thought? jenni lived in mexico, you lived in barcelona. even at national camp, you wouldn't cross each other's paths. so how could you ever work?

you shrugged and stretched, trying to seem nonchalant, "i'd ask her for a threesome with you." you joked, not wanting to ruin the mood and grabbed her hand to intertwine your fingers. she chuckled, although it didn't quite reach her eyes. you noticed this little change and rolled over on top of her, locking her hands above her head, "can we not talk about aitana? you don't see me bringing up your situationships." "hm, cute you think i do those." you tilt your head at her in confusion. she didn't? then what were you? your thoughts are cut off as she sits up and kisses you softly. you immediately melt against her mouth and let go of her wrists to wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her back.

–

"was that all i was to you?" your voice couldn't get any smaller if it tried to, disbelief and disappointment all over your face. jenni clenched her jaw and looked away.

"don't take it personally, princesa." she said finally before walking past you and out the door, leaving you dumbfounded.

–

after having showered and getting ready, you tried your best to not fall apart at the emotions and anxiety going through you and went downstairs to the cafeteria where you saw aitana talking to keira and lucy. you walked up behind them and tugged on aitana's hair slightly, making her turn towards you.

"you wanted to talk?"

her face lightened up at seeing you and she nodded, "sí."

"do you mind if we get a table here? i'm just really hungry and don't feel like really leaving the hotel today." you suggested quietly to her after she stood up. she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, "pero estás bien?" you felt your throat start to close up so you just nodded and started your way to one of the free tables away from the other girls.

after you got breakfast, you sat down in front of aitana and silently slid her a plate of what you knew she liked first thing in the morning. even though she had already eaten, she thought the gesture was so sweet, she smiled and accepted the plate with a thank you.

after a few minutes of eating in silence she cleared her throat and you looked up at her, "i want to be straight with you." she started. you put down your fork and nodded at her to keep going, "i know how unfair i have been to you these last few months. how i didn't give you any certainty of what we were, of what i wanted, of how i have been pushing you away lately. i have been stupid." you chuckled at her choice of words which made her giggle a little before turning serious again.

"i thought– i didn't know how to describe what i was feeling. i only had felt this way towards boys when i was younger and even then, i wouldn't let it get as deep as it got with you. i just was always too focused on something else, studies, football, whatever. and i have been the busiest as i have ever been in my career and i thought that letting someone in that way would stray me away or distract me and–"

"aita, breathe."

"right, sorry. " she took a break to take a breath in and then continued, "and the truth is, i felt distracted. all i wanted was to be around you and have more of what you would give me and then i realized that i was excited for something else other than just football. and i got scared. i got scared i wouldn't perform as well because i didn't want to spend all of my evenings studying matches, or talk about it all the time. but then, when i didn't have any of you, it just made me miserable and that distracted me too and these weeks i've been sad and tired and playing has just got harder."

you took a good look at her and noticed the bags under her eyes that you had just assumed was because of her crazy schedule, "what i realized now is that you were a breath of fresh air, and i'm better when i am with you. you excite me and you make me want to know more about myself, and work on myself and be better and again, i was just stupid." she put both hands over her eyes and let out a sigh, "keira calls me a baby gay."

you almost choked on your juice for that, "tana, that's–" you let out a giggle, "yeah, that's about right."

"don't laugh!" she whined and you gave her a teasing smile, "let me finish." you put your hands in the air and nodded at her. "i have feelings for you and i'm not scared of them anymore." your breath hitched and your heart could really help you in this moment and beat normally for a second. this was all you wanted to hear in the last few months but now you felt trapped. how the tables have fucking turned.

"aitana, you don't know how much i have wanted you to say that." you started and took a deep breath, "but i never knew if i would ever get that from you. and for months, i waited and waited, until i didn't anymore." you looked at her and saw her deflate in her seat, like a kicked puppy. "i'm not with anyone but it wouldn't be fair to you or me if i just ran into your arms." you said, soft and gentle.

she nodded, "i know you don't owe me anything. and of course you're free and i understand if someone has your attention too. but if you're ever ready, i'd like to.. eh.. what's the english word? court you?" she struggled and once again you couldn't help the giggle that came out of your mouth. "we're so formal now, miss bonmatí." she swatted at your shoulder as you giggled. "aita aita, i got it. i'm open to that but right now i think i just need some time for myself, okay?"

she nodded, "but can we be friends again please? because i really miss you and i promise you this time i won't kiss you unless you're ready or want to or-"

"aitanita, do you ever know how to speak in small sentences?" you teased, "but yes, we can be friends. i've missed you too." she beamed at that and scooched over the seats to hug you. you held her close and kissed the top of her head.

"but now i wanna hear all about how i was your gay awakening." you yelped as you felt her hand punch your side.

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23victoria · 3 months

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Could You Be Loved

lewis hamilton x wife!reader, lewis hamilton x fem!reader

wc: 3k

authors note: been obsessed of that video of him laying down after the race and listen to could you be loved!! he’s p2 in quali today!!! i pray he gets p1 tm!! this was fun to do!!

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The roar of engines reverberates through the stands as you watch Lewis race, your heart pounding with every turn and overtake. The energy of the crowd is electrifying, and you can't help but be swept up in the excitement. Your eyes are glued to the track, following Lewis's car as he expertly maneuvers his way through the race. The final lap comes to a thrilling close, and when he crosses the finish line in third place, you jump to your feet, cheering at the top of your lungs.

The podium celebration is a whirlwind of emotions. You watch Lewis stand tall, his face beaming with pride as he sprays champagne and accepts his trophy. The crowd's applause is deafening, but all you can think about is how proud and happy you are for him. As the celebration winds down, you make your way through the throngs of people, eager to see him.

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Finally, you spot him, still basking in the afterglow of his victory. He sees you and his face lights up even more. You run to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifts you off the ground in a joyful embrace.

"I'm so proud of you!" you exclaim, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Lewis grins, setting you down but keeping you close. "Thank you, love. I couldn't have done it without you."

You pull back slightly, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I have a surprise for you."

His eyebrows raise in curiosity. "A surprise? What is it?"

"You'll see," you reply with a playful smile.

After the race, you and Lewis head to the airport. He’s clearly puzzled but goes along with it, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. You board a private plane, and as you settle into your seats, he turns to you with an amused smile.

"Where are we going?" he asks.

"You'll see," you repeat, enjoying the anticipation.

The flight is smooth and quick, filled with light conversation and shared excitement. As the plane begins its descent, Lewis looks out the window, his eyes widening as he recognizes the coastline.

"Is this... Jamaica?" he asks, turning to you with a mix of surprise and delight.

You nod, a big smile spreading across your face. "Yes. You always spoil me, buy me things, and take me on trips. I thought it was my turn."

Lewis's expression softens, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "You did all this for me?"

You nod again, feeling a warm glow in your heart. "I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve it."

He pulls you into a tender kiss, his lips lingering on yours as if to express just how much this means to him. "Thank you," he whispers against your lips. "This is incredible."

You both disembark and head to your villa, a stunning beachfront property with a breathtaking view of the ocean. The moment you step inside, you feel the excitement of the adventure that awaits.

The sun rises over the pristine shores of Jamaica, casting a golden hue across the turquoise waters. As you stretch and open your eyes, you feel the warmth of the Caribbean sun seeping through the curtains of your cozy beachfront bungalow. Next to you, Lewis stirs, his face breaking into a sleepy smile as he meets your gaze. Today is the start of an adventure, a day filled with surfing, scuba diving, and the joy of being together in one of the most beautiful places on earth.

You two start your morning with a leisurely breakfast on the veranda. The ocean breeze carries the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers as you enjoy fresh fruit, pastries, and the best coffee you've ever tasted. You can't help but feel a surge of happiness as you look out at the crystal-clear water, knowing that soon you'll be out there, riding the waves with Lewis by your side.

After breakfast, you head down to the beach where surfboards await. Lewis, with his boundless energy and enthusiasm, eagerly helps you carry the boards to the water’s edge. The sand is warm beneath your feet, and the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore fills the air. You can see the excitement in Lewis's eyes, his love for adventure and the ocean mirroring your own.

With a few quick lessons from a friendly local instructor, you're ready to hit the waves. Lewis is a seasoned surfer as he rides his first wave with ease. You watch, cheering him on, before taking your own board and paddling out. The feeling of catching your first wave is exhilarating, and the look of pride on Lewis's face as he watches you succeed is even more rewarding.

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The hours fly by as you both ride wave after wave, laughing and cheering each other on. There are a few tumbles and wipeouts, but each one is met with laughter and encouragement. By the time you finally decide to take a break, you're both exhilarated and exhausted, ready for the next part of your adventure.

After a quick lunch at a beachside café, where you enjoy fresh seafood and tropical drinks, it's time for scuba diving. You've both been looking forward to this, eager to explore the vibrant underwater world of Jamaica. As you board the boat that will take you to the dive site, you feel a mix of excitement and a little bit of nervousness.

Lewis, ever the reassuring presence, holds your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. "It's going to be amazing," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just think about all the incredible things we're going to see down there."

The dive instructor gives you a thorough briefing, making sure you're both comfortable with the equipment and the plan for the dive. As you slip into the cool, clear water and begin your descent, the world above fades away, replaced by the mesmerizing beauty of the coral reef below.

The underwater world is even more breathtaking than you imagined. Vibrant coral formations in every color imaginable stretch out before you, teeming with life. Schools of tropical fish dart around, their bright colors flashing in the sunlight that filters down from above. You spot a graceful sea turtle gliding by, and Lewis points excitedly, his eyes wide with wonder.

Exploring the reef together feels like discovering a hidden paradise. You and Lewis swim side by side, sharing silent moments of awe and wonder. Every now and then, you reach out to each other, a gentle touch to share the experience. The beauty of the underwater world and the presence of Lewis make it a magical, unforgettable experience.

As you surface and climb back onto the boat, you both can’t stop smiling. The boat ride back to shore is filled with excited chatter about everything you saw and experienced. You lean against Lewis, feeling the warmth of his skin and the happiness of being together in this incredible place.

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Back on land, you spend the afternoon exploring the local town, wandering through colorful markets and charming streets. You sample local treats, browse for souvenirs, and take countless photos to capture the memories. The locals are friendly and welcoming, and you find yourselves chatting with them, learning about their lives and the rich culture of Jamaica.

As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you return to your bungalow to freshen up for dinner. Tonight, you've planned something special: a candlelit dinner on the beach. The restaurant has set up a private table right by the water, complete with flickering candles and soft, romantic music.

When you arrive, hand in hand, the scene is like something out of a dream. The gentle sound of the waves provides the perfect backdrop as you're led to your table. The waitstaff is attentive, bringing you a delicious array of dishes made from fresh, local ingredients. Each bite is a taste of paradise, and you savor every moment.

As you finish your meal, the strains of "Could You Be Loved" by Bob Marley begin to play. The familiar, soothing melody fills the air, and you feel a rush of emotions. Lewis stands and extends his hand, a loving smile on his face. "Dance with me?" he asks softly.

You take his hand, and he leads you onto the sand. The candlelight flickers around you, and the world seems to fade away as you move together to the rhythm of the music. With each step, you feel the love and connection between you growing stronger. Lewis holds you close, his eyes locked on yours, and you can see the depth of his feelings in his gaze.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "More than anything in this world. You've made every moment of this trip unforgettable, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tears fill your eyes as you look at him, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings. "I love you too, Lewis," you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've brought so much joy and adventure into my life. I can't imagine doing any of this without you."

You continue to dance, lost in each other's embrace, as the song plays on. The stars shine brightly above, and the world seems to stand still, just for the two of you. In that moment, everything feels perfect – the beauty of the setting, the love you share, and the promise of many more adventures to come.

As the song ends, you linger in each other's arms, reluctant to let go of the magic of the moment. The night is still young, and there's so much more to explore and experience together. But for now, you simply hold each other, grateful for the love and the memories you've created in this beautiful place.

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The next morning, you wake up early again, eager to make the most of your time in Jamaica. Today, you've planned a hike through the lush, tropical rainforest to a hidden waterfall. With a packed picnic and a sense of adventure, you set off hand in hand.

The hike is a beautiful journey through dense foliage, vibrant with the sounds of exotic birds and the rustling of leaves. You and Lewis take your time, stopping to marvel at the incredible diversity of plants and animals around you. Along the way, you share stories, laugh at each other's jokes, and feel a deep sense of connection with nature and each other.

When you finally reach the waterfall, the sight takes your breath away. Crystal-clear water cascades down into a serene pool, surrounded by lush greenery. It's like stepping into a tropical paradise, and you can hardly believe you're here.

Lewis grins and tugs you towards the water. "Let's go for a swim!" he says, his excitement contagious.

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You quickly change into your swimsuits and wade into the cool, refreshing water. Swimming beneath the waterfall is an exhilarating experience, the powerful rush of water cascading around you. You and Lewis splash and play, laughing like children, completely lost in the joy of the moment.

After your swim, you find a sunny spot on the rocks to enjoy your picnic. The simple meal tastes incredible in this beautiful setting, and you savor every bite. As you relax and soak up the sun, Lewis wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"This has been the best vacation ever," he says, his voice filled with contentment. "Every moment with you is perfect."

You smile and snuggle closer, feeling the same way. "I couldn't agree more. I feel so lucky to be here with you."

The rest of the day is spent exploring more of the rainforest, discovering hidden trails and breathtaking viewpoints. Each new discovery feels like a shared secret, something special just for the two of you. By the time you make your way back to the bungalow, you're both exhausted but incredibly happy.

That evening, you decide to have a quiet night in. You order room service and enjoy a delicious dinner on your veranda, watching the stars twinkle above the ocean. The sound of the waves is soothing, and you feel a deep sense of peace and contentment.

As you sit together, Lewis takes your hand and looks into your eyes. "I love you more than words can say," he whispers. "Thank you for making this trip so unforgettable."

You smile, your heart full of love. "I love you too, Lewis. Thank you for being my adventure partner and the love of my life."

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daenysx · 4 months

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i have a request !! i feel so sick today like i have such a bad cold and my head feels like a balloon:( i just want remmy to come pick me up and hug me :( and bring a blanket and water in the car :(

i hope you feel better soon, lovely, thank you for requesting! i tried to write this as fast as i can so i'm not sure if it's good ♡ requests are open

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

you sit on the sidewalk while waiting for remus because your legs feel like jelly and you think you'd feel worse if you fall.

it's probably because of taking care of marlene a few days ago, you're undeniably sick. she told you not to get too close so many times but you didn't listen. your body can give up any moment, you wish remus comes quick.

his car approaches, he slows down when he sees you. a wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, what are you doing sitting on the sidewalk like this? your voice didn't sound so bad on the phone but remus can imagine how you try to make it better just to prevent his worries. he leaves the car and rushes to your side, kneeling in front of you without caring about his knees.

"baby." he says, his hand on your cheek to see you better. "are you okay? are you hurting?"

you give him a slow smile before speaking. "i'm okay. i couldn't stand up for so long, sorry."

remus hugs your shoulders, he can't help himself. he coos, pushing your hair from your face to kiss the side of your head. "come on, let's go to the car." he says, gently.

you lean against him, he helps you sit on the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt. it's like you can't lift your arm, your muscles feel too weak. he sits on his own seat and turns to see you. you're frowning slightly, there are a few teardrops ready to fall down when you blink. you look so tired.

"do you want some water?" remus asks, taking the bottle in his hand. you nod, the water helps your throat cool down a bit. remus holds your hand, his thumb rubbing your skin.

"do you want to go see a doctor?" he knows you prefer resting and taking care of yourself at home before seeing a doctor most of the time. you feel better at your shared apartment. you shake your head. "i think i just want to sleep."

remus starts the car, his hand stuck in yours as he drives. you take occasional sips from your water, your head feeling heavier each minute. it doesn't take long, remus parks the car and helps you out of it.

you put your melting body on bed the second you get into the apartment. your eyes are closing without your control, you can hear remus moving in the room but you can't look at him.

your boyfriend helps you out of your clothes. "come on, try to help me." he says softly. "can you lift your arms?"

you lift your arms but your headache becomes unbearable. "my head hurts." you mumble. remus is quick as he helps you lay down properly, he adjusts the pillows for your neck.

"i'm gonna bring you some water and painkillers, lovely." remus says. "are you hungry?"

"no, thank you." you say. "maybe i can have some soup later."

"of course you can." he gives you a kiss on your forehead. "i'll make some of your favorite. you need to get some sleep now."

remus brings you a huge glass of water and some painkillers. you get under a light blanket, your head is pounding. he lets some air in the room as you try to get comfier on bed but your body doesn't feel well.

"remus." you call him. he is on your side in a second. you extend your hand to him, he takes it. "can you hold me until i fall asleep?"

he pulls you to his chest, your head on his heart and his arms around your waist. you focus on his heartbeat, his fingers stay on your hair to massage your hair lightly. laying with remus is always easier, your bodies complete each other in bed like puzzle pieces. he's so quiet, you find peace in him.

"thanks for coming to get me from work." you say slowly.

"you don't have to thank me for it, dove." he kisses your hair. "you know i'll always be anywhere you want."

remus draws shapes on your skin with almost invisible fingers. he'll hold you until he's sure you're asleep and then he'll make you soup. you snuggle closer to his body, that makes him smile. he keeps your hand in his, massaging the spot between your thumb and forefinger to relieve some tension.

the last thing you do before you fall asleep is kissing his neck. your lips stay on his skin.

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eddiediazbuck · 4 months

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Home - Eddie Diaz

Eddie Diaz x reader

I slammed the door behind me, my hands trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration. Tears blurred my vision as I fumbled with my keys, trying to steady my breath. Brandon's voice echoed in my head, his harsh words cutting deeper than any physical wound. This wasn't how it was supposed to be; we were supposed to have a future together. But now, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of betrayal and loss.

I managed to start the car, my mind racing with thoughts of where to go. I couldn't go to Buck's place—my brother, Evan Buckley, had enough on his plate without me adding to it. Plus, I couldn't bear the thought of him seeing me like this, so broken and vulnerable. There was only one other person I could think of, despite our recent argument: Eddie Diaz.

My hands were still shaking as I drove through the streets of Los Angeles. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, and I could barely focus on the road. Eddie and I had fought a few days ago, and we hadn't spoken since. I knew showing up at his door might not go over well, but I didn't have any other options. Eddie had always been there for me, and despite our fight, I hoped he wouldn't turn me away.

When I pulled up to Eddie's house, I hesitated for a moment, staring at the front door. Memories of our argument flashed through my mind, and I almost turned back. But then I remembered the look on Brandon's face, the way he had dismissed me, and my resolve hardened. I needed someone, and Eddie was the only one I trusted right now.

I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. The cool night air did little to calm my nerves as I waited, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, the door opened, and Eddie stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept well in days, a stark contrast to the steady, calm demeanor I knew so well. I realized I must look a mess—my tear-streaked face and disheveled hair a testament to the emotional storm I had just weathered.

"Y/N?" he said, his voice softening as he took in my appearance.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. "I'm sorry, Eddie," I choked out, the words catching in my throat. "I had nowhere else to go."

Without a word, Eddie stepped aside, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the dam broke, and I collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Eddie held me tightly, his strong arms providing the comfort I so desperately needed.

"Come here," he whispered, his voice soothing and gentle. "It's okay. You're safe now."

Eddie led me to the living room, his hand never leaving mine. The familiar warmth of his home enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling inside my head. He guided me to the couch, sitting me down gently before heading to the kitchen. I heard the soft clink of a glass and the rush of water from the tap. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water, pressing it into my hands.

"Drink," he said softly. "It'll help."

I took a sip, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. Eddie sat down beside me, his presence a steadying force. He didn't press me for details, didn't demand an explanation. He just sat there, his hand resting on my back, rubbing gentle circles as I tried to pull myself together.

"I don't know what to do," I whispered, staring at the floor. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on me, and I felt utterly lost.

"We'll figure it out," Eddie said firmly.

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After what felt like hours, my tears finally subsided, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. Eddie handed me a tissue, and I wiped my face, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the table lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. I glanced around, trying to ground myself in the familiar surroundings of Eddie's living room.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to apologize," Eddie replied, his eyes filled with concern. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

I hesitated, the memories of my argument with Brandon still raw and painful. But looking into Eddie's eyes, I saw nothing but genuine concern and understanding. Taking a deep breath, I began to recount the events of the evening, my voice trembling as I relived the harsh words and the final, crushing blow that had sent me running.

Eddie listened quietly, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer hollow reassurances or try to solve the problem immediately. He simply listened, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions.

When I finished, he sighed deeply, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve any of that," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

"I just... I don't know what to do," I admitted, feeling the weight of my situation pressing down on me. The reality of having no place to call home, of being untethered and adrift, was suffocating.

Eddie took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "You can stay here as long as you need to. We'll figure this out together. You're not alone in this."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, but there was also a lingering doubt. "I don't want to be a burden, Eddie. You've already done so much."

"You're not a burden," he said firmly. "You're my friend, and I care about you. We'll get through this."

Eddie showed me to the guest room, a cozy space with soft blue walls and a neatly made bed. It was clear he had taken care to make it welcoming, and I felt a pang of emotion at his thoughtfulness.

"Get some rest," he said, standing in the doorway. "We'll talk more in the morning."

"Thank you, Eddie," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "For everything."

He gave me a gentle smile. "Anytime, Y/N. Goodnight."

As he closed the door, I felt a sense of calm begin to settle over me. I changed into the pajamas Eddie had laid out, and slipped under the covers. The bed was warm and comfortable, and despite everything, I felt a sense of security here. It wasn't long before exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside the window. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but then the memories of the previous night came flooding back. I took a deep breath and got out of bed, determined to face the day.

In the kitchen, Eddie was making breakfast. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Better than I expected," I admitted, taking a seat at the table. "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome," he said, placing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. "I thought we could eat and then maybe talk about what's next."

I nodded, grateful for his calm, practical approach. As we ate, the conversation flowed easily, and I felt some of the tension begin to ease. Eddie had a way of making things seem less daunting, and for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of hope.

After breakfast, we moved to the living room. Eddie handed me a cup of coffee and sat down beside me, his expression serious but kind.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked gently.

I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. "I need to find a new place to live, and probably a new job. I can't go back to the apartment I shared with Brandon, and I don't want to stay with Buck. He'd worry too much."

Eddie nodded, his eyes thoughtful. "I understand. But you don't have to rush into anything. Take some time to figure things out. You can stay here as long as you need to."

His words were a lifeline, and I clung to them gratefully. "Thank you, Eddie. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He smiled, a warm, reassuring smile that made my heart feel lighter.

--- --- --- ---

Over the next few days, I settled into a routine at Eddie's house. He continued to go to work at the fire station, and I spent my days looking for apartments and updating my resume. It was a slow process, but having a safe place to stay made all the difference.

Eddie and I fell into an easy rhythm, our earlier argument forgotten in the face of more pressing concerns. In the evenings, we cooked dinner together and talked about our days. The familiarity and comfort of these moments began to heal the wounds of the past.

One evening, as I was sitting on the couch, Christopher came up to me, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Y/N, can we make dinner for Dad tonight?" he asked.

I smiled, touched by his eagerness. "Of course, Christopher. What do you want to make?"

Christopher's eyes lit up. "Dad loves spaghetti and meatballs! Can we make that?"

"Absolutely," I replied, standing up. "Let's get started."

We headed to the kitchen, and I began gathering the ingredients. Christopher followed closely, his excitement palpable. I handed him a small apron, which he eagerly put on, and together we started the prep work.

"Okay, Christopher," I said, setting a cutting board in front of him. "You can help me with the garlic. We need to peel it first."

Christopher nodded, his hands steady and sure as he worked on the garlic cloves. I was impressed by his determination and focus. Despite his cerebral palsy, Christopher had an incredible spirit and a willingness to try new things.

As we worked, I showed him how to mix the ground beef with the breadcrumbs, egg, and seasonings for the meatballs. He watched intently, mimicking my movements with a concentration that was both endearing and impressive.

"Now, we roll the mixture into balls like this," I explained, demonstrating the motion. "Can you try?"

Christopher nodded, carefully rolling a meatball and placing it on the tray. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that," I praised, giving him an encouraging smile. "You're doing great."

With the meatballs ready, we moved on to the sauce. I let Christopher stir the pot, his face glowing with pride as he watched the ingredients blend together. His joy was infectious, and I found myself smiling just as widely.

As we finished preparing the meal, the kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of tomato sauce and garlic. Christopher and I set the table, placing a small vase of flowers in the center as a finishing touch.

When Eddie walked in the door, he was greeted by the sight of his son and me standing proudly in the kitchen, our faces flushed with accomplishment.

"Wow, what's going on here?" Eddie asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement and curiosity.

"We made dinner for you, Dad!" Christopher exclaimed, rushing over to hug him.

Eddie looked at me, his eyes softening with gratitude. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"It was all Christopher's idea," I replied, giving the boy a wink. "He wanted to surprise you."

Eddie ruffled Christopher's hair affectionately. "Well, I am definitely surprised. And it smells amazing. Let's eat!"

After dinner, once Christopher was tucked into bed, Eddie and I found ourselves on the porch again, sipping tea and watching the stars. The silence between us was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding.

"Thank you for tonight," Eddie said, breaking the silence. "Christopher had a great time, and the dinner was amazing."

"It was my pleasure," I replied, smiling. "Christopher is a wonderful kid. He's so determined and full of life."

Eddie nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of pride and love. "He's my everything. And you've been so good with him. It means a lot to me."

"I care about both of you," I admitted, feeling my heart swell with emotion. "Being here, spending time with you and Christopher... it feels right."

Eddie reached out, taking my hand in his. The gesture was simple, yet it spoke volumes. "It feels right to me too," he said softly. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N."

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As the days passed, Christopher's fondness for Y/N only seemed to grow deeper. He looked forward to their cooking sessions with an eagerness that warmed Eddie's heart. But beneath his cheerful demeanor, Eddie sensed a growing unease in his son.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner, Christopher seemed unusually quiet. He picked at his food, his usual enthusiasm replaced by a somber expression.

"Is everything okay, buddy?" Eddie asked, concern lacing his voice.

Christopher hesitated, glancing at Y/N before turning back to his plate. "I... I heard you and Y/N talking earlier," he admitted quietly.

Eddie exchanged a glance with Y/N, feeling a pang of guilt for discussing their plans in front of Christopher. "We were just talking about some things, Chris. Nothing to worry about."

But Christopher shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. "I don't want Y/N to leave," he confessed, his voice trembling. "I don't want things to go back to how they were before."

Eddie's heart broke at his son's words. He reached out, pulling Christopher into a tight hug. "Oh, buddy. I know it's scary to think about Y/N leaving, but we'll figure things out together, okay? We'll make sure she's okay."

Christopher nodded, but Eddie could see the fear and uncertainty lingering in his eyes. He glanced at Y/N, silently pleading for her understanding.

After dinner, once Christopher had been tucked into bed, Eddie and Y/N found themselves on the porch again, the air heavy with the weight of Christopher's worries.

"I'm sorry he overheard our conversation," Eddie said, his voice heavy with guilt. "I didn't want him to worry."

"It's okay," Y/N replied softly, her eyes filled with empathy.

Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't want him to feel like he's losing someone else, you know? He's been through so much already."

Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on Eddie's arm. "He won't lose me, Eddie. I promise. Even if I have to leave, I'll always be here for him. For both of you."

Eddie looked at her, his heart overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

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As Eddie sat on the porch with Y/N, her reassuring words echoed in his mind. He knew she meant them—that she would always be there for him and Christopher, no matter what. And in that moment, a realization dawned on him.

"Y/N," Eddie began, turning to face her, his expression earnest. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said earlier. About always being here for Christopher and me."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with curiosity and warmth. "Yes?"

"I don't want you to leave," Eddie admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want Christopher to feel like he's losing someone else. And I... I don't want to lose you either."

Y/N's hand tightened on his arm, her gaze unwavering. "Eddie..."

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Y/N, will you move in with us? With me and Christopher? I want you to be a part of our family, officially."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Eddie held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand moving to cover her mouth. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she nodded, unable to find her voice.

Eddie's heart swelled with relief and joy. He reached out, taking her hand in his, the warmth of her touch grounding him in the moment.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with love. "Thank you. Thank you for saying yes."

Y/N threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Of course, Eddie. I love you both so much. I want to be with you, always."

In that moment, as they held each other close, Eddie knew that their family was complete. With Y/N by his side, he felt like they could face anything that life threw their way. And as they watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, he felt a sense of peace settle over him—a certainty that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would overcome them together, as a family.

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astars-things · 6 months

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“i know you are lying” with Charles Leclerc x teenage daughter!reader. maybe the reader gets caught underage drinking or something and it leads to a big fight.

Charles Leclerc X teenage daughter!reader

I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock on the wall as it ticked away the minutes. It was well past midnight, and every sound seemed to echo louder in the silence of the house. My heart raced with each passing moment, knowing that any minute now, my dad would walk through that door. And when he did, he'd find out the truth. The truth I'd been desperately trying to hide.

I took another sip of water, trying to calm my nerves. But the knot in my stomach only tightened with each passing second. I knew I had messed up big time this time. The party had seemed like a good idea at the time, a chance to hang out with friends and forget about the stress of school for a while. But now, as I sat there, waiting for the inevitable confrontation, I realized just how wrong I had been.

The door creaked open, and I tensed, my heart pounding in my chest. My dad stepped into the kitchen, his expression tired and worn from a long day at work. But as soon as his eyes landed on me, they narrowed, and I knew there was no escaping it now.

"What are you doing up?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with suspicion.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding his gaze. "Just couldn't sleep," I mumbled, hoping he'd buy the lie.

But he didn't. He knew me too well for that.

"I know you're lying," he said, his tone firm.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on me. "Dad, I—" I started, but he held up a hand, cutting me off.

"I got a call tonight," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "From the police."

My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt sick. I had hoped against hope that nobody would find out, that I could sweep it under the rug and pretend like it never happened. But now, faced with the reality of my actions, I knew there was no escaping it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze.

"You're underage, y/n," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You shouldn't have been drinking in the first place."

"I know," I whispered, feeling the weight of my mistake bearing down on me.

He sighed again, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I just don't understand why you felt like you had to lie to me," he said, his voice tinged with hurt.

"I didn't want to disappoint you," I admitted, the tears now streaming freely down my cheeks.

He pulled me into a tight hug, and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe everything would be okay. But then reality came crashing back down around me, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult conversation.

"We'll talk about this more in the morning," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the mess I had made. Maybe, just maybe, we could work through this together. But one thing was for certain: I would never forget the look of disappointment in my dad's eyes when he said those four simple words.

"I know you're lying."

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bro-atz · 3 months

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carnation [flower garden — yunho]

in which: you find a photo album that you've never seen before, and you have many questions.

pair: non-idol!yunho/fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

content: light fluff, some angst, a lot of confusion, TW: mentions of su!c!de/hom!c!de/murder, may or may not be based off a true story.

rating: PG-13 | safe for work!

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You wondered how you missed it in the first place. Sure, the things in the attic were shoved there a long time ago, but you were surprised you didn't see it in the first place when you were moving to your new house. Two years later, you found it while looking for a family recipe you inherited.

It was a photo album you'd never seen before. There were pictures of you, your husband, and another guy who you'd never seen before. Your heart was pounding as you flipped through the pages— how did these pictures exist, and how did you not know about them or even remember when they were taken?

You flipped through the pages rapidly. Every single picture included you and the other guy for sure, while your husband was only in a couple of photos. You stopped flipping when you got to a page that had a single, dried pink carnation wedged into the crease, and the photo with that carnation was of you kissing the other guy, and you were in a wedding dress while the other guy was in a tuxedo.

What the hell was going on?

Your brain spiraled as you tried to figure out everything, but no matter how hard you thought, you couldn't figure it out because you truly had no fucking clue who that guy was.

Suddenly, you jumped when you heard the garage door open— your husband was back from work. You quickly carried the album in your arms and got out of the attic before he could walk through the door and into the house.

"Hi, honey. I'm home," he greeted as he walked through the threshold.

Your heart was still racing from racing out of the attic and because of the revelation of this insane photo album, so you were a little winded when you replied, "Hi, Yunho. Welcome back."

Yunho looked at you with slight confusion— probably because you greeted him with his name and not your nickname for him. You were hiding the photo album behind your back, but because he was already suspicious of your behavior, he spotted it right away, and as soon as he did, all of the color faded from his face.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked immediately, his voice hard.

You had no choice but to bring the album in front of you. You set it down on the kitchen table near you and said, "In the attic— Yunho, what is this?"

"You weren't supposed to find that."

"What's going on? Why are you acting like this?" you were starting to get a little scared.

"You— Why— Oh my—" Yunho ran his fingers through his hair as he started freaking out. "Oh shit! Give the album to me, please!"

"No! Yunho, what the hell is going on!"

"Fuck, okay! I'll tell you! Just... Give me the album, and sit down. Go sit in the living room."

You eyed him before doing as he requested, the urgency in his voice scaring you shitless. You sat in the living room for a couple of minutes before Yunho joined you. He set a glass of water on the table and uttered, "This is for you."

"...Why?"

"You'll see."

Yunho set the album in front of you, and he opened it up to a page where it was a picture of you, him, and the other guy. He pointed to the other guy and said, "That's Junseo. He was our best friend, and at some point, your husband."

You stared at the picture trying your damn best to remember who the hell this guy was, but you couldn't for the life of you place him. You remained quiet; Yunho continued.

"We were all best friends after college, and you and Junseo fell in love. You got married, and I was his best man, which explains most of these pictures because they were taken at your wedding. The other pictures are of us going on trips or going for brunch— your daily life type of things."

"...Why can't I remember any of this, Yunho?" you asked, your voice wavering. "I... I don't remember Junseo, or the wedding, or anything..."

"You have amnesia. You and Junseo... You got into a car accident. Junseo didn't survive, but you did. When you woke up, you didn't remember anything, but you did remember me because I met you before you met Junseo."

"I don't remember being at a hospital though..."

"The terms of your amnesia are a little complicated from what the doctors told me. They think you just pushed out any of the memories that had to do with the accident out of your mind— something like that. I guess being in the hospital was also traumatizing for you, so you don't remember that either," Yunho explained.

"So... I was married... To this guy..." you said slowly as you pointed to the man in the picture. "And... Now he's dead... Does that mean..."

You started crying. Yunho immediately sat next to you and dried your tears, but they were falling too quickly for him to get all of them.

"Honey, it's okay... You're alright," Yunho said softly. "You're okay now."

"No, Yunho... I... Am I supposed to be dead, too?"

"Absolutely not! You survived that accident because of your will to stay alive. You are not supposed to be dead."

You shook your head and sobbed in Yunho's arms. You were trying so hard to remember everything, but you truly remembered nothing, and it was the lack of knowledge that was making you miserable. Why couldn't you just remember what happened?

As you cried, Yunho comforted you. He made you drink the water he had set on the table earlier, and he patted your back. Your sobs died down after a while, but you kept your face buried in his chest.

"Honey, let's go sleep," Yunho whispered.

"It's still daylight..." you murmured, exhaustion taking over your body.

"Then we can take a nap. Come on."

You refused to budge, so Yunho ended up carrying you to your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, and he got in bed right next to you. He pressed his forehead against yours and kept one hand on you, patting you softly until you drifted off to sleep.

Yunho didn't sleep. Once he knew that you were fully asleep, he snuck out of bed, and he went back to where the photo album was. He took the album and went to the attic to put it back where it came from.

When he got to the attic, though, he couldn't help but look through the memories one more time. He flipped through the album slowly, reliving all the happy memories he shared with the two of you.

Then, a frown settled on his face when he got to the wedding picture of you and Junseo, and the pink carnation tucked in the book. His fingers ran over the dried petals momentarily before flipping to the next page— the very last page of the album.

On that last page was a newspaper article:

Wife of dead husband miraculously survives murder-suicide.

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atsukinakae · 1 year

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Why?

Skz x male reader(9th member)

It was a rainy day,all the members were practicing for the next tour.

They have been practicing since the morning and it was time for their meal.

"Okay guys, it's time to go eat something"said the leader while the other followed to the door.

"M/n,aren't you hungry?"asked Minho,"Not right now,maybe later".And with that he left and told the others that you weren't hungry and you would eat later.

It was already 7:30pm and you were still feeling dizzy,I mean,you will be feeling dizzy because of the extreme diet that you putted on yourself.Why the extreme diet?,the only thing that answers this is the hate that you received from almost everywhere.

A few minutes later,everyone stopped for a minute to drink water.Your back leaned on the wall while drinking water so that there were no chances of you to faint in the middle of the practice."M/n,are you sure you're okay?,you don't look like that",your eyes travelled to where Chan was,"Yeah I'm ok-",you fainted before you could even finish the sentence.Everyone panicked,then Jeongin approached to you and picked you up went straight to the dorms.

TIME SKIP

You had finally woken after 30 minutes,you could smell some nice aroma coming up from the kitchen,that meant that someone was cooking something.Everyone saw walking directly to where that so good smell came from,one was with tear in his eyes,maybe happy tears or that's what you thought,some were happy and some other were busy in the kitchen that they didn't noticed you.

"Hey Mn,ya fellin' good know?"after Felix spoke everyone's eyes turned to you."Yeah,kinda better..."you voice came out soft and made them feel a bit less worried.You opened your mouth to say something but instead got dragged to the dinning table."Now,no more talking,just eat this"Minho's voice was calm,he wasn't angry that you didn't take care of yourself but instead he was worried,what is something worse could have happened?,what if you ended up on the hospital?

Mini Timeskip

After dinner and a quick shower you were now on bed with Felix who was trying to help you fall asleep.He had his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep so that it made you fall asleep but a few minutes passed you couldn't sleep so you just stared at his face,admiring those pretty freckles of his <3.Your fingers started moving towards his face and touching his freckles,soon Felix opened his eyes just to see you admiring his freckles,"You like my freckles too much don't you?",you nodded in response,"My sun kissed boy",he smiled at you,"Okay,too much chatting,time to sleep".And with that,you falled asleep,and Felix went back to practice.

T I M E S K I P

A loud gasp was heard,cold sweat all over your body,heart pounding against your chest so fast that it felt like it would come out at any second,shaky breath and messy hair.

Yep that was you,after a nightmare where everyone was leaving.

You tried to fall asleep again but after many tries,you gave up and went to the living room.

All the Skzoo plushies(including your Skzoo plushie) around you,a blanket and your fav episode of Chan's room on the TV.

After 20 min had passed,you slowly fell asleep thanks to a song that Chan was signing,his soft voice made you instantly sleep.

While on the practice room of Skz, everybody was picking their things to go home.After a while of driving,they finally reached the apartment and went to open the door."Isn't that hyung's voice?"asked Seungmin,"It is mine but..."said Chan,then Felix walked to the living room and saw you all cuddle up with the Skzoo sleeping peacefully.

"So cute","It reminds me when he was just a little boy training hard".

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bianotbia · 3 months

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— 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 [𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧]

˗ˏˋ as long as we live we still have plenty more summers ahead! there's no such thing as a last summer! ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n: a lil something I had sitting on my drafts, still couldn't get back to writing :( hope I can do it soon

⤷ contains: just jjk boys being very in love with you [wc: 1.4k]

satoru gojo — [ do or not | pentagon ]

Outside the infirmary the empty corridors were filled with the sound of Gojo's foot anxioulsy tapping on the floor, the heat seems to make the clock goes slower yet after a few minutes of waiting he hears a door opening. "Are you feeling better? What happened?" the young man shoots up from his seat "Jeez Gojo, calm down" his crush almost loses their balance and starts giggling "I just got a little bit light headed because of the heat". Dramatic as always the boy quckly rambles "You could have gotten hurt, lost or something even worse could have happened" as Gojo keeps going on about his concerns his crush stops in front of him and grabs his face "I know I'm not the strongest but I think I can handle this. Besides, I wasn't even on a mission. I'm fine!". He hums and turns his face away sulking while his crush lets out a laugh "Oh my god, are you really gonna sulk now? Ya know, I'm really waiting for the day someone can put up with your temper better than me and Geto" walking side by side down the corridor for now Gojo can only think to himself "It will always be you… my one and only true love".

suguru geto — [ our summer | txt ]

Finally finding a place away from the blazing sun, Geto closes his eyes hoping to make the pain of his throbbing headache go away, lately the only thoughts on his mind were about their next missions and the awful heat. Nearly drifting into sleep while sitting on an empty corridor his body jerks as something cold touches his face, with widened eyes he looks up at his crush smiling and holding a colorful can in front of him. "It's hot, I thought you would like some soda" Geto feels his face heating up as he reaches out for the can and his fingertips lightly brush on theirs "Are you alright? You seem a bit flushed" he hums a quiet response and turns his face away embarassed. "You seem tired Suguru. Is the heat bothering at night? I'm having problems sleeping too. Why don't we take a nap together?" as his crush lays their head on his shoulder the pounding heart inside his chest gets even louder yet with all anxious thoughts going away he can feel his eyes slowly closing "Perhaps with you I can truly be happy from the bottom of my heart".

megumi fushiguro — [ universe_ | onewe ]

Lately Megumi has been tiressly training through day and night, under the bright sun and even the cold rain. The young man throws himself on the wooden floor panting as sweat drips from his warm face "Wah Megumi that's awesome! Someday I wish I could be as strong as you". The sudden familiar voice coming from behind him makes his heart pound inside his chest without him even turning to see who's there. Slowly lifting his sore body from the floor he then turns towards his crush "I think you're great just the way you are" he quietly mutters while reaching for the bottle of cold water they handed him. "You should drink more water" their bright smile makes his heartbeat shoot up once again and he hopes the cold liquid can make the flush on his cheeks go away "I guess if we have some free time next week I can think about teaching you a few things" his crush quickly takes his hand into theirs and interlocks their pinkies "Pinky promise?" he nods his head thinking to himself "For you I'll become stronger, I'll do anything it takes to protect you".

yuji itadori — [ side by side | the8 ]

On such a beautiful sunny day it was near torture staying shut inside an unbearably hot classroom organizing old books because Gojo thought it was great idea. Yuji usually try to see the bright side of things but this was absolute boredom until a certain someone appears on the doorframe "hey there, need a hand? Gojo sensei sent me to help you!" his crush says with a bright smile. His breath hitches and he feels his face getting warm, now he understands why Gojo was giggling so much when he geve Yuji this taks. While chatting and laughing together, a whole hour went by and the room was already way better than when it started "It's so pretty outside, I bet you'd rather be with your friends than being here with me" his crush says with a chuckle and he quickly blurts out "I would never find it boring being with you". Yuji doesn't mind the flush on his face and the pounding heart inside his chest, wishfully he longs for the day he can finally confess his love to them but for now he can only wonder "I know I'm never gonna regret the way I love you".

yuta okkotsu — [ my first and last | nct dream ]

Mindlessly walking around Tokyo was quite a rare occurrence lately and since everyone already had something planned to do in the bustling city, Yuta wanders by himself through the mall searching for a special gift. Stopping by at one of the shops he finds a shiny silver ring that he knows for sure would look perfect on a certain someone that makes his heart beats faster. "That's so pretty! Who are you thinking about giving that to, Yuta?" completly lost on his daydreams he lets out a small shriek as his crush appears beside him. "W-what? No I was just… admiring it?" his face reddens with the proximity of their faces while his crush lets out a laugh "I'm sure anyone who receives it from you is a very lucky person. Anyway, you up for some ice cream?" a shy smile appears on his lips "Always". As they laugh about some dumb joke while walking together side by side on the warm streets of the city, he wishfully thinks to himself "How I want to have a connection with you... be needed by you… maybe someday we can finally be together".

toge inumaki — [ nectar | the boyz ]

While everyone is out enjoying their free day, the singing cicadas are Toge's only company in this silent morning. While sitting alone under the cool shade of a tree reading a manga, sudden footsteps grabs his attention, as he lifts his head a flush appears on his cheeks upon seeing his crush coming by. "Hi! Do you mind if I sit here?" he promptly shakes his head and motions for them to sit too "It's so rare finding quiet spots around here" their giggle warms up Toge's heart, a warmth that spreads all over his body as they sit together under the tree. Time goes by and only after their stomachs start to loudly grumble they finally realize the blazing noon sun above them. "Wah I should have brought something for us to eat" Toge quickly pulls up his a bag behind leaving their crush with a puzzled expression, taking out tons of small boxes he opens a towel and organizes their own little picnic. With a bright smile on their face the young man shyly hands them an onigiri as he thinks to himself "I hope to one day be able to say 'I love you' with every letter of it".

kokichi muta — [ hitori janai | seventeen ]

The high trees, the training camp, the warm rooms, it all seemed so familiar yet still so foreign, on this quiet afternoon Kokichi wanders through the empty classrooms searching for a special someone he waited so long to meet. After weeks of gathering courage he finally decided to show them who he truly is and as he mindlessly walks down a corridor a familiar silhouette suddenly appears before him. "Oh! Are you a new student?" a warm blush spreads all over his cheek now that he's facing the very person that makes his heart skips a beat. "Am I really that different or do you noy recognize me without all that brass?" with a confused expression his crush gives a few steps ahead and as their eyes widden at last they run towards him throwing their arms around his neck "Kokichi! You came to see us!". Sinking deeper and deeper into their warm embrace he hides the bright smile that spread over his lip knowing this was the first of many others to come "I came here to see you… it seens at last I found my happiness".

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #inumaki toge #yuta okkotsu #kokichi muta #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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paladin--strait · 28 days

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hiiii congrats on 100 followers!! 💞can you do “20 - reader gets hurt and (name) takes care of them” with nico hischier?

💕 💕

one second i'm having the time of my life, skating around the rink with my friends, the next i'm on the ice, ankle throbbing and swollen. tears well in my eyes from the pain and embarrassment, but mostly from the pain.

i sniffle and wince as my friend lifts me up, slowly taking me over to the bench and sitting me down slowly. when i reach down to take my skate off, it hurts so bad that i just decide to leave it on.

my friend, angel, takes my phone and walks away. i assume she's calling nico and that's soon confirmed when i hear her say his name in a questioning manner. she's looks at me before she plugs her open ear with a finger, the loud sound of skates hitting the ice of the public rink and people yelling loudly at each other making it hard for her to hear nico.

she nods some, and eventually hangs up. she unlocks my phone and starts typing something that i assume is the address of the rink we're at. she walks back over after she's done typing, "nico said to wait here, that he'll take you to the team doctor and she'll check you out." she says, sitting beside me and putting her hand on my back.

"thank you, angel, i really appreciate it. when will nico get here?" i ask, looking down at my hurt ankle.

"he said as soon as possible? don't you have life360 or something like that? i can look him up." she unlocks the phone once more, clicking on the tracker app and tapping on nico's icon. "it says he's two minutes away."

my eyes widen when i realize how close he is. the house is probably 20 minutes from here, so how fast was he going? the sudden thought of him speeding and possibly getting hurt in and accident or worse makes my heart pound and my eyes water once more.

but my racing heart calms when i see him run in the door, he speeds over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and then down on the floor, "baby, what happened? did someone do this to you? did they trip you or something? i'll kill them." he speaks quickly, inspecting my swollen ankle.

"no, nico. nobody did this to me. i was trying to do some kind of weird trick i saw on tiktok and i landed wrong on my ankle. i'm okay, my ankle just really hurts..." i look down at him and then to my throbbing ankle.

"lets keep the skate on but loosen the laces." he frowns, loosening the laces some before standing up and holding his hands out to help me up slowly. "don't stand on it. be careful, babe."

i take his hands and stand up on my opposite foot, not letting the hurt foot touch the ground. "how am i supposed to walk out to the car like this?" i ask, looking at him with concern.

he raises a single finger goofily, looking at me with a wide smile. "this is the part where i pick you up." i giggle at him, wrapping my arms around his neck when he lifts me up into his arms.

"you're so strong, nini." i say, the nickname slipping through my lips. "so muscly..." i run my finger down his arm, tracing the toned lines of muscle.

he laughs and sets me down in the passenger seat of his car before he gets in on his side, starting the car and beginning the drive to the teams practice arena. nico asks me if i had fun before the injury and what kind of trick i was trying to do when i got hurt. i tell him everything and we laugh at some of the things my friends did on the ice.

the drive goes by quicker than expected and nico is soon helping me out of the car and into the practice arena. we pass by some of the players who are making their way into the arena for a workout or to train, and the other players who have been there for a while and are now leaving.

they question us about what happened and some hugged me, telling me that they hope i'll be okay. we finally find ourselves in the doctors office and i take a seat on the chair for patients. as we wait for the doctor to come, nico holds me hand, smiling at me and telling me that everything is going to be okay.

"it seems to be just a broken ankle, mrs. hischer." the doctor says, holding up the scans of my ankle and putting them on the board so it's easier to see. "you need plenty of rest and to stay off of it for a while. stay away from physical activity for a few weeks even after the cast comes off and come back to see me in about three weeks. if it gets worse or something feels off about it then give me a call and come in."

nico and i thank the doctor and head back out to car with my newly casted ankle. "mrs. hischer, hmm? since when was i your wife?" nico laughs at my question and shrugs, he's always loved to call me 'mrs. hischer', it reminds him, me, and most importantly, everyone else, that i'm nico's girl and i always will be.

nico drives us to the pharmacy to pick up some pain medication the doctor prescribed and then he drives us to chick-fil-a, ordering my usual for me and his usual for him.

i put the bags on the floorboard of the car and once we make it to the house, i hand the food to nico and we make a trade, him carrying the food and for me, my crutches from the backseat.

"you handled that really well, babe. i know you can be sensitive sometimes so i'm really proud of you." nico says, unlocking the door and letting me in. "from just a look at the scans, it looked like a nasty break, but you took it like a champ. i'm so proud of you, baby." he says, setting the food on the counter and coming over to plant a kiss on top of my forehead while i tell him thank you and apologizing for making him go to the arena just for me to get checked out.

i slide into the chair that's slid under the island, and open the bag, pulling the food out while nico sits in the chair beside me. we chat while we eat and then clean up when we're done.

after we clean up the kitchen together, we head to bed. nico pulls off his clothes and puts on his sleep pants. i do the same, except i put on my tank top and a pair of his sleep pants. sometimes i wear his shorts, but his sleep pants are more comfortable.

the bed is suddenly uncomfortable, no doubt from the huge cast on my ankle. i can't bring myself to sleep due to being so uncomfortable. but my body is extremely exhausted, and it's begging for sleep. so, i carefully, trying not to wake a sleeping nico, get up and go to the most comfortable spot i can think of right now. nico's reclining chair.

the chair is dark brown with a lever on the side that controls whether you lift the legs of the chair or not. i like to call nico's recliner, 'the dad chair'. he swears it's not weird to own one at his age, and that its perfect for naps. and he was right, that chair is looking really comfortable right now.

i find myself plopping down on the chair, putting my crutches to the side. i use my other leg to help control the extending leg of the chair so it doesn't swing up and hurt me more when i pull the lever. thankfully, my plan works, and i shift a little in the seat, grabbing a blanket and a throw pillow to help get more comfortable.

i throw on one of my favorite shows to sleep to, the joy of painting with bob ross. there's something about the big haired man that is wonderfully comforting. his voice his smooth and when he speaks its like a new bedtime story every episode. i adjust the volume and close my eyes, snuggling up to the pillow and drifting off to sleep.

when i wake up, i'm in a new environment. i notice the slight smell of nico's cologne instantly. i open my eyes and realize i'm in the bedroom, and nico is sitting on his side of the bed, his feet kicked over the edge while he plays on his phone.

"nico? how did i get here?" my voice is raspy, presumably from snoring, a bad habit of mine that nico has come to deal with every night. i wipe my groggy eyes and look around, wiping the crusties off my eyes.

he turns to look at me and he smiles. "good morning, beautiful. i moved you last night when i woke up around 1am. i noticed you were gone and then i heard the tv. so i went and woke you, and helped you get comfortable on the bed in here. do you not remember?" he says, shutting his phone off and tossing it on the bed when he lays down, coming closer to me and pulling me towards him so i'm on my side and in his arms.

"no...i don't remember any of that. i remember getting up and going to the living room, but nothing else." i say, trying to recall the events of last night, as told by nico.

"well, i put a pillow under your calf so it's more comfortable for you to move around in your sleep. i know you can't sleep on your back so that's what i did to fix it. i ordered your favorite takeout, since it's past 11 already, and i called out of work today. no, don't even try to argue with me about it, i already made up my mind to be here and take care of you." nico says, speaking with stern tone to show how serious he is.

he continues his rant, not letting me speak. "baby, you're hurt. so, i'm gonna be here for you the entire time, as much as possible, no excuses. i love you and i want to make sure you get the best care and the best rest. i'm gonna take care of you." he says, cupping my red face in his hands.

"thank you, nini. i love you so much," i say, smiling at his touch and his kind words of encouragement. "thank you for taking care of me." i kiss his lips and it's soft and gentle, like a warm hug on a winter evening. this day, even though i'm hurt, is the epitome of perfect. i'd love to spend my days like this forever, even if it means having a broken ankle.

#nhl #hockey #new jersey devils #nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #paladin's 100 follower celly!#nhl x reader #x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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bad idea, right? ~ joseph quinn

word count: 2789

request?: no

description: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

pairings: joseph quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

semi based on this song

We didn't intend on reconnecting. It was a complete accident. A coincidence, even. We were both out with our friends at the same bar. It had been months since we broke up, and it was one of my first outings post-break up. Despite the fact that the relationship hadn't ended poorly, it was still hard to process. I spent a lot of nights crying to rom-coms with my friends afterwards.

I didn't expect to see him there. Actually, for once, I had fully forgotten that Joseph even existed. I was just excited to be out for the night, to have a good time with my friends.

It wasn't even me who saw him first. One of my friends, Fiona, who is incredibly sweet but also incredibly lightweight, gasped and leaned towards me to ask, "Isn't that Joseph?!"

Lynn, my best friend, elbowed Fiona as I whipped around to see where she had been looking. As she said, there he was - the beautiful, chocolate button eyed man I had been in love with for so long. He hadn't seen me yet. He was at the bar with a few of his friends, sat around and chatting. My heart started to pound as I turned back to my friends.

"Do you want to leave?" Lynn asked.

"No," I said. "I let him keep me from having fun for long enough. I'll just...avoid him as much as I can. Maybe he'll do the same if he sees me."

Lynn gave me a skeptical look, but decided to respect my wishes.

For the most part, the plan was a success. The girls and I moved to the dance floor once we all had enough drinks in us, and Joseph became a distant after thought.

That was, until I stumbled off the dance floor to get myself some water. I could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to me in a way that I would regret in the morning if I didn't try to sober up a little bit. I pushed through the crowd at the bar and asked the bartender for an ice water. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I waited, until I heard a familiar voice say, "(Y/N)?"

That voice sobered me up better than any water could.

I turned to see Joseph stood basically right next to me. He looked as shocked as I felt. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Luckily, the bartender gave me my water, so I used that as an excuse to try and get away.

"Wait!" Joseph said, reaching out to grab hold of my arm. He quickly let go just as soon as he grabbed me. "Sorry. I just...I didn't expect to see you."

"I didn't expect to see you, either," I said.

"Are you...here with anyone?"

I knew what his question meant, and I was a little surprised to hear him ask. "Just my friends. Lynn and the girls."

Is that relief I see on his face?"

"I'm here with the guys," he said, gesturing over his shoulder towards his friends. "I just got home from filming, they wanted to celebrate me being back."

"Aren't you tired from being away filming for so long?"

Joseph sighed, as if me asking him that lifted a weight off of his chest. "I'm so tired. I had such a long flight, too, but the lads wanted to go out right away because they're all busy the next few days."

"How long are you in town for?"

"Indefinitely. I have nothing else lined up right now until I have to do promo for A Quiet Place: Day One."

Why did I ask that? He's going to think I want to see him while he's home. I can't see him. We're broken up, I've mourned this relationship and let it go.

But have I? If I had, why did I ask him how long he's in town for? Why am I still here talking to him when I'm sure he would let me walk away if I tried to.

"It's good to see you," he said.

"It's good to see you, too," I said. I was surprised to find that I meant it, too.

We both stood in silence for a moment. I knew I should walk away, just end this whole interaction and go out separate ways. But my feet just wouldn't move. I just stood there, looking at him, every good memory I had from our year long relationship running through my mind. Despite my attempts to try to move on from our relationship the last few months, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to pull him in and kiss him.

"Can we meet up while I'm home?" he asked. "Just...talk about things?"

Bad idea! Do not say yes!

"Yeah, okay," I responded.

Stupid!

His eyes lit up. "Okay. Um, do you have the same phone number?"

I nodded, unable to form the one word response. He still had my phone number? I thought he would've deleted it, considering he was the one who ended our relationship. I still had his, but only due to the fact that I had memorized it. Lynn deleted his number from my phone, but I never told her I had added it back in about a week later after a particularly hard night.

"I'll text you tomorrow, yeah?"

I nodded again. He smiled and reached out as if he were going to hug me. He hesitated, so I closed gap instead, grateful for the contact.

I thought he wouldn't remember, so I didn't bring it up to my friends. I didn't even tell them that I had been talking to him. I figured it was just one time, one night of momentary happiness, before I fell back into the sea of despair over my ended relationship.

So, imagine my surprise when I got a text message the next morning that read, "hey, i understand if you changed your mind, but that offer to meet up is still open."

As you can probably imagine, Lynn wasn't happy when I told her.

"You what?!"

I winced. "I didn't think he'd remember! It was late enough into the night that I figured he was a few drinks deep, and by the morning he wouldn't remember even seeing me."

"So you're not actually going to see him, right?"

I looked down at my lap, unable to look her in the eye.

Lynn groaned, "(Y/N)..."

"I know, I know. It's a bad idea to go."

"It's a terrible idea! You're still trying to get over your breakup. Going to meet up with him is just going to open old wounds."

She was right, and I hated that she was right. I had this sliver of hope that maybe meeting up with Joseph would result in us rekindling our relationship, but I knew that was unlikely. Joseph had broken up with me months ago because of how quickly his career had suddenly taken off after Stranger Things. It was like he went from a low profile actor to one of the most sought after actors. First it was Hoard, which was filmed right after Stranger Things. Then he was cast in A Quiet Place: Day One, which was an insanely big deal. And then right after that was Gladiator 2, an even bigger deal.

Between filming and press tours, I knew I wasn't going to see Joseph very often. That revelation hurt, but I knew he was happy, and if he was happy then I was happy. I would push through the long nights of missing him, the mornings waking up and wishing he was in bed next to me, the lonely feeling in the pit of my stomach. All of it was worth it to see him thrive.

But, Joseph didn't see things the same way, apparently. Because, just before he left to film A Quiet Place: Day One, he sat me down and told me he thought it would be best for me if we broke up.

"I don't want you to always be waiting for me," he had said. "You deserve to be happy with someone who will always be around and can give you everything you want. And, with the way my career is going right now, I don't think I can be that person for you."

As much as I wanted this meeting to end with us getting back together, I knew it was highly unlikely that Joseph would've changed his mind. It had only been months, and he still had so much on his plate. Just because he was home now until he had to leave and do more promo didn't mean he suddenly was no longer busy.

Lynn was right, I shouldn't go to the meeting. It was a bad idea. But, at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to cancel it.

So, that's how I found myself in the coffee shop where Joseph and I had our first date, waiting for him to show up. I wondered if he had intentionally picked this place for us to meet, or if it had been a coincidence.

I wasn't sure which option would hurt less.

I looked up as the bell over the front door chimed, and the familiar face of the love of my life looked around the room. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled and made his way over to where I was sitting.

"Hey," he said as he slid into the booth across from me. "You're early."

"I wanted to make sure I got us a spot to sit. I expected it to be busier here today."

It was a Sunday afternoon, which I figured would be prime time for a coffee shop to be busy. Besides Joseph and I, there was only one other person in the place - someone who was typing away at a laptop a few tables over.

"I got you a coffee," I told him as I slid the cup towards him. "Your usual."

He beamed at me. "You remembered."

"It hasn't been that long since I was making you your usual," I reminded him.

He nodded and looked down at the cup in front of him. An awkward tension filled the air. I wondered if what I said was wrong. Should I have brought up our relationship? Were we going to pretend we hadn't dated for a year? That we hadn't talked about marriage and planning our futures together in that year?

"There's so much I wish I could take back," Joseph said, finally. "I wish I hadn't...I wish I hadn't been so stupid all those months ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed, the air from his mouth disrupting the steady flow of steam coming from his coffee. "I thought I was doing right by you by ending our relationship before my career got so hectic. I thought...I thought it would've been better for you if you could be with somebody who didn't have to be away for long periods of time and leave you by yourself."

"That wasn't really something for you to decide, though," I pointed out. "Not without talking to me first."

"I know."

"You just ended our relationship out of nowhere. I thought everything had been fine, and then suddenly..." I trailed off, feeling a lump form in my throat as I remembered that day months ago. I shook my head, trying to hold back any tears. "It was like the whole issue wasn't even up for discussion. You had decided we were over, that was it. The end."

"I know," he repeated. "And, God, do I ever feel like such a fucking idiot because of it."

"Good. You should, because you were an idiot."

I didn't say it maliciously, and luckily Joseph picked up on that. He chuckled. "Yeah, I was a massive idiot."

There was another moment of silence. I raised my coffee cup to my lips, blowing on it a little before taking a sip.

"I don't suppose there's any chance at trying to start over?"

The coffee slipped down my throat the wrong way as I reacted to his question. I quickly put the cup down and coughed up the hot liquid. The person a few tables over looked at us, interested but uncaring, before turning back to her laptop.

"Are you okay?" Joseph asked, a light chuckle in his voice.

"You couldn't have waited until after I swallowed to ask that?" I retorted.

"Okay, maybe that was bad on my part, you're right."

Once I had finally finished my coughing fit, I cleared my throat and sat up straighter to look at him.

"Are you serious?" I asked him.

"About starting over?" I nodded. "I am serious. (Y/N), you have to believe me when I say these last few months have been hell for me, too. I missed hearing your voice every day, or seeing your texts come in. When I got word that I was coming home for an indefinite period of time, I almost called you to tell you on instinct. I made the biggest mistake by breaking up with you. I know that will never go away and it will likely always be something that hangs over us, but I would do anything to prove to you how much I do still love you."

I was so sure I was dreaming. There was no way this was real. This was exactly what I had wanted to happen, so surely it must've been a dream, right?

But the burning in my chest from swallowing hot coffee the wrong way told me I wasn't dreaming. Joseph was actually here, sat across from me and looking at me with those big brown eyes that I loved so much, asking me if we could try to start over in our relationship. Obviously, I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him and tell him that of course I wanted to get back together with him. This was all I had wanted for months since we broke up. But, the more rational part of me (the part that sounded like Lynn, actually) told me not to go there just yet.

"You really hurt me, Joseph," I reminded him.

"I know I did. I know I'm sorry isn't enough, but I am so sorry for doing what I did to you."

"If we are giving this relationship another shot, then you have to promise me that you will talk to me about this stuff before you make big decisions like that. I understand that you were trying to think of me in that moment, but if you had talked to me before deciding to just break up with me, I would've told you that I wanted to be with you even if I don't get to see you for long periods of time. I was so happy for you to be getting those roles, Joe. I was excited to hear the stories from sets and to get to watch you grow. The feeling of loneliness was a very small price to pay if it meant getting to see you be happy."

He looked away from me again. "I guess...I didn't really think of it that way."

"Because you were being an idiot."

He smiled. "Yeah, I was."

"A colossal idiot."

"A mega idiot."

"A mega, colossal idiot."

We both laughed then. Joseph's hand started to reach out towards me, but then he hesitated. I reached out the rest of the way and intertwined my fingers with his.

"Will you give me another shot, (Y/N)?" he asked again. "I promise I will never be such a mega, colossal idiot again."

I nodded. "Of course I'll give you another shot."

His entire face lit up with happiness. He squeezed my hand before tugging on it, pulling me a little closer as he leaned over the table to kiss me. It was only a quick peck, like he was testing the waters, but it was all I needed. It was what I had been wanting for so long now, just to feel his lips against mine again.

When he sat back, his hand still in mind, I gave it another squeeze and asked, "Are you allowed to tell me any stories from A Quiet Place? Or is it all top secret, hush hush?"

He smiled. "You know I'd tell you anything, even if it was top secret."

And just like that, we fell back into a usual routine. It was as if the last few months apart had never happened. And I was more than happy to forget it had.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #imagine #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #rpf #real person fic #fandom

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bawlbrayker · 2 months

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I was tagged by @wehangout, and this one looks pretty cool to explore! She was tagged over a year ago, so it would be fun to see this one spread around again!

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

Mickey's heart is pounding. He's been standing on an empty dock for the last half hour, smoking too many cigarettes, pacing back and forth, trying to not breathe in the smell of stagnant pools of water filled with engine oil, ignoring the trains passing overhead. - Did I Wish You Here In Front Of Me

Mickey steps inside the tub, hot water flowing from his fucking West Side apartment shower like he has never experienced before, from either the shitty Milkovich house of horrors bathroom, or the cramped Gallagher bathroom that never had enough hot water, and almost zero water pressure. - It's Time to Come Clean

"Get the lube, bitch." Mickey says, tongue out in excitement, as he unbuckles his belt and drops his fly. - Just What You Feelin

Still wet from the shower, Ian attempts to put Mickey in a headlock as they fall laughing onto the bed, Mickey getting an elbow into Ian's ribs, slightly harder than the situation required. What A Man Gotta Do

A ray of sunlight ripples across his pillow and as soon as Mickey opens his eyes into wakefulness, he tries desperately to hold onto his dream, already fading so quickly and leaving him only with random flashes of red and green in his inner gaze. One Hundred and Forty Seven Steps

Juggling a box of Fruit Rounds and a box of Froot Loops, trying to decide if getting the cheaper version will justify buying an extra box of snacks, Ian feels a tingling up his spine, and inexplicably his dick twitches in his boxers. The Divining Rod

“So, Big Boy… do you come here often?” Mickey asks, hoping his husband would jump straight into the roleplay. Apparently catching on, the redhead below him grips his hips tightly. “Actually, this is my first time here. I didn't think I’d pick up a hot guy in a bar and go home with him the first night I arrived.” C.O.C.O.N.U.T

“Ugh, it’s the middle of the day, man.” Mickey groused, as he rubbed his eyes and squinted at the ground, trying to avoid looking up at the bright sky. Save a Horse, Ride a Gallagher

It’s a Friday afternoon, the day before their fifth wedding anniversary. Ian and Mickey are standing in the middle of the liquor store, quibbling over which vodka to buy, with Mickey throwing in gentle jabs about Ian’s low tolerance for alcohol. A Slice of Life

Conclusion: I definitely have a preference for writing in present tense! I'm working on it though. I also seem to lead with canon dialogue where I can. I also love to start everything with Mickey.

Gonna tag a bunch of you because this was from ages ago so you can either do it again or do it with new fics! No pressure, of course! Play along if you wish! This was fun!

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@spacerockwriting @rayrayor @depressedstressedlemonzest @deathclassic @starry-nights-17

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Miss ortega | j.o

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

part 5

An excruciating headache pulses through my temples, interrupting my dream. I release a frustrated groan and squint my eyes, sitting up on the bed.

I stretch and yawn, rubbing my eyes with one hand.

How on earth much did I drink yesterday?

I widen my eyes and look around in confusion, immediately realizing this wasn't my bedroom. I blink and instinctively lift off the black linen sheets, sighing in relief when I see that I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

The room was quite spacious, simple, and rather charming, I must admit. The king-size bed was very comfortable, a wardrobe stood next to it, and a door, presumably leading to a bathroom, was right in front of me.

I turn my attention to my phone on the nightstand, pick it up, and put it in my pocket. I hear some background noises, so I step out of bed, walking in my socks towards the sound.

Slowly, I open the door and look around the room. In the living room, Professor Ortega is sitting on the couch, watching TV with a blanket draped around her shoulders.

Jenna?

The sound of my footsteps catches Jenna's attention away from the show she's watching, and she turns towards me with a smile on her lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Jenna jokes, getting up from the couch while still holding the blanket around her body.

She looks absolutely adorable, like a burrito.

I place a hand on my temple, feeling a sudden pang of pain. Jenna looks at me with concern and a hint of reproach.

She walks to the kitchen, which is literally adjacent to the living room, and opens various cabinets, searching for something. She stands on tiptoes, grabs a glass from the shelf, takes a bottle of water from the fridge and pours some into the glass, then puts the bottle back in its place. She takes a pill from a drawer and walks over to me with everything in hand.

"Here you go... you were pretty beat up yesterday," she makes a grimace with her lips and hands me the glass and the pill. It's a Tachipirina (a pain reliever). I thank her and swallow the pill, hoping it will take effect soon.

She timidly takes my hand, leading me to the couch. The sensation of her hand around mine makes my heart skip a beat. Professor Ortega removes a few cushions and sits down, inviting me to do the same.

She breaks contact between our hands and picks up the remote, turning off the TV. She wraps the blanket around herself, covering her lips and nose with the fabric, leaving only her eyes visible. I smile at the relatively tender gesture. Intense coffee-colored eyes gaze at me without blinking.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Her question sounds muffled due to the blanket covering her lips. I squint, trying to concentrate and remember something.

Suddenly, a river of memories from last night's party floods my mind.

[ flashback ]

The alcohol flowed through my veins, the deafening music was pounding in my ears, yet at the same time, it allowed my body to move to the rhythm of its notes. I grab a brimming glass of beer from a girl's hand, not thinking at all, disrupting the atmosphere of my bubble. I gulp down the liquid in one sip and throw the glass on the floor, screaming with joy.

I had lost sight of Enid for a while. The blonde had maneuvered her way into the crowd when we entered, most likely to join her boyfriend.

I raise my arms to the sky and sway my hips, slightly out of sync due to the amount of alcohol in my system. A barely noticeable vibration occurs in the back pocket of my pants, and I lean against the wall to maintain my balance as I take out my phone.

It's 11:27 PM, and I've received a message from Jenna.

Jenna: Hey, sorry for replying now. I was reading some assignments and lost track of time.

Jenna: Silly you :'3

I smile, probably looking like an idiot, and start typing on the screen, seeing things slightly doubled.

N0t... a w0rry... y3s... F1nE

Jenna had already read the message.

Jenna: T/A... are you drunk?

It's the first time she's called me by my last name, and tears form at the corners of my eyes. Jenna is mad at me. Plus, alcohol is making me much more sensitive.

Jenna's smiling face appears on my screen, and I struggle to tap the green icon to accept the call.

"Heyyyyyy," I emphasize the "y," smiling again.

I hear a sigh from the other end.

"T/N... are you drunk?" Jenna mutters to herself. "Where the hell are you?" I can barely hear her voice.

I head towards the stairs leading to the upper floor, seeking some privacy. I avoid a couple of passionately kissing couples and slip into an empty room, luckily.

"I'm at Smith's house," I answer, relieved that I can no longer hear the deafening music.

"Send me the address, I'm coming to get you," Jenna responds in a stern tone, ending the call.

[ flashback end ]

My eyes shift to Jenna, who had meanwhile removed the blankets. Professor Ortega was looking at me, presumably waiting for me to finish my thoughts. She bites her lower lip absentmindedly.

"Oh my god... you came to get me," I exclaim in surprise, looking at Professor Ortega with flushed cheeks. Jenna nods, settling herself on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Yes... and when I arrived, you were with a girl," she admits, swallowing nervously, subtly rolling her eyes. "Enid?" I ask, scratching my head awkwardly. She slowly shakes her head.

"Olivia," she admits, getting up from the couch.

"Olivia?"

Oh..."

[ flashback]

As I descended the stairs after sending the address to Jenna, I spotted Edward in the distance. The host had his arms draped around a girl's head, leaning in as he kissed her neck. Almost instinctively, I walked in their direction, noticing the displeased expression on the girl's face.

She clearly didn't want to be there.

Leaning against a wall, I struggled to maintain my balance. With gleaming eyes, I watched the couple, clenching my jaw as I saw the girl attempting to fend off the guy's advances.

"Hey..." I yelled, grabbing the girl's attention. Dark eyes looked at me with a pleading expression as she used her arms to push Edward away, though he was bigger and stronger than her. Placing a hand on Edward's shoulder, I pulled him away from the girl. The stumbling host glared at me with anger.

"What do you want, T/A? Can't you see we were having fun?" he gritted his teeth, looking at me irritably.

I shifted my gaze to the girl, who had discreetly positioned herself behind me. Edward walked towards her, but I placed a hand against his chest, preventing her from moving. Edward looked at me with a puzzled expression, his eyes red and glistening. "She doesn't... want," I said seriously, attempting to dissuade him. Edward chuckled, ignoring my words.

With a strength and balance I didn't know I had, I punched his right jaw, causing him to step back a few paces and clutch his face in pain. He glared at me, absolutely furious. "What the hell..." he touched his sore jaw, "are you an idiot or something?" I looked at him, a smile on my face, pleased that I had managed to land a punch.

Edward took a step towards me, but a hand on his shoulder halted him. One of his friends whispered something in his ear, and with some difficulty, he was led away by his friend before our altercation escalated into something more serious. Some bystanders who had stopped to watch left nonchalantly, since the fight had already ended.

"Are you okay?" I turned my attention back to the girl. She had black eyes and long straight hair that gracefully cascaded down her shoulders. While her face was not entirely clear to me, I could discern her Asian features. "I'm Olivia, Olivia Rodrigo, and yes... I'm fine, thanks," the girl gave me a shy smile, and I returned the gesture. For a split second, I lost my balance, and two arms wrapped around my waist.

"Everything okay?" she inquired, her voice right next to my ear. Her breath lightly brushed against my cheek. I nodded, starting to walk.

"Exit..." I stammered, my gaze fixed on the door of the house. With one arm around my waist, the girl guided me towards the exit.

I was so intoxicated that I could barely make out Jenna in the crowd. The professor looked around, clearly concerned.

Can you believe it? Jenna... here... The thought itself was amusing.

I began to giggle, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Olivia smiling, making room for us amidst the teenagers. My mouth fell open in surprise when I saw two unmistakable coffee-colored eyes staring at me. Jenna took a few steps forward and stopped in front of us.

She was clad in a sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes appeared noticeably tired, indicating she was sleepy.

"Jennaaaa," I said, smiling at her.

Jenna rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed, and leaned towards me. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on Olivia, and she made a face when she saw her arm around my waist.

Is it just me, or is Jenna annoyed?

"Thanks... but now I'll take care of her," Jenna practically shouted, attempting to make herself heard over the noise. Olivia hesitantly released her hold on my waist, allowing me to move into Jenna's arms.

Hmm... I love her scent.

With some difficulty, we maneuvered our way towards the exit of the house.

[ flashback end]

I get up from the couch, searching for Jenna's figure with my eyes. In the meantime, Professor Ortega has moved to the kitchen, cooking something.

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, giving me a shy smile.

"Thank you... for yesterday," I confess, and she shakes her head, looking at the piece of meat in the pot. "Don't worry," she says absentmindedly, adding a bit of salt.

A question haunts me.

"Did... you sleep... with me?" I ask, and she turns her head towards me. Jenna, with a slight smile on her lips, shakes her head. A feeling of discomfort and disappointment wells up in my stomach.

"I slept on the couch," she shrugs nonchalantly, giving me a small smile.

My eyes move to the table next to the raven-haired woman. It's set for two people. With a rumble in my stomach, I look at Jenna with sparkling eyes. Professor Ortega lifts a spatula and smiles at me.

"How about we eat now?" she suggests, looking at me curiously.

I nod, wholeheartedly agreeing with the splendid idea.

[...]

On Monday afternoon, Professor Asher Spencer had subjected me to an incredibly strenuous workout.

Presumably seeking revenge for disrupting the moment with Jenna last time, the professor had me run for half an hour around the track during football team practice. Several times, he whistled as if urging me to pick up the pace, and in return, I shot him a disgruntled look.

"You need to make up for the poor performance in the previous class."

To make matters worse, I hadn't done it because I was unwell on Thursday afternoon. Apparently, he wanted me to catch up on it on a day when we didn't even have classes, solely for the purpose of punishing me.

With my lungs burning, craving as much oxygen as possible, and my legs wobbly, I completed the final meters while Asher stopped the stopwatch. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the red earth of the track.

He wore a satisfied smile.

"Go change," he jotted something in his notebook, glancing at me briefly, "then you can go home." He shot me a smug grin and subsequently walked over to the field to supervise the team.

I clenched my jaw tightly and got up from the ground, wiping sweat off my forehead. I practically stole a forgotten water bottle from the grass and took a deep gulp, closing my eyes to savor the refreshing sensation.

I sighed from fatigue and entered the locker room. Walking to the benches, I grabbed a towel from my bag. I removed my shirt and tried to wipe off as much sweat as possible, followed by applying deodorant. I didn't like showering at school, so I decided to wait until I got home.

I rinsed my face with cold water and rubbed some onto my hair, attempting to alleviate the unbearable heat. Suspiciously, I looked towards the entrance of the girls' locker room as I heard the door open, and my confusion turned to a smile when I saw Olivia Rodrigo.

Olivia Rodrigo was the cheerleading captain, and when I met her the other day, I had a nagging feeling that her face was familiar. The Latina girl was wearing a skirt and top in our prestigious school's colors, holding pom-poms in her hands, her hair in a high ponytail, and her lips painted red.

Her eyes traced along my figure, giving me an almost hungry look. Clearing my throat, I realized I hadn't put my shirt back on yet, and I awkwardly pulled it over my head, adjusting my hair. Her gaze shifted from my stomach to my eyes.

"Everything okay?" I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Olivia Rodrigo fidgeted on the spot, giving me a shy smile.

"I wanted to thank you for Friday..." she confessed, playing with her fingers nervously. I offered her a timid smile and shook my head.

"No need to thank me... it's everyone's duty to intervene in such situations," I said, walking towards the locker room exit with my bag in hand. I approached the girl, and I immediately noticed that she was significantly shorter than me.

Just like Jenna.

An involuntary smile crept onto my lips as I recalled the lunch from the other day. Jenna and I had spent two hours chatting and laughing, discussing school or life choices. Professor Ortega had shown me pictures of her sisters, parents, and even her pets from her old family home in California. Later, we watched a movie, and around 6 pm, she had driven me home, giving me a quick hug.

I shook off my reverie and focused my attention on the brunette.

"What if I thank you by inviting you for a coffee at Starbucks?" she offered with a charming smile. "We can go after tomorrow's field trip," she suggested, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Field trip? What field trip?" I asked, slightly disoriented. Olivia tilted her head, looking at me seriously.

"Tomorrow we're going paintballing... remember? A fun day out! How could you forget?" She chuckled softly, giving me a friendly nudge on the side.

My eyes widened in realization. A few days ago, Professor Asher had mentioned something about paintballing, but I wasn't paying attention since I didn't care much about what he was saying. I smiled, remembering that Jenna would be coming with us too; she had mentioned it the other day, saying she would "destroy me," but I had forgotten about it until now.

I looked at Olivia with a mischievous grin. "How about the loser buys the coffee?" I proposed, and she raised her chin with authority, convinced that she was clearly superior to me.

"Get ready to cry," she declared, and I looked at her indignantly. I smiled at her and waved as I walked towards the Nevermore parking lot, the smile still plastered on my lips.

"If you need to call... you know I'm always here... just write to me," I smiled, and she did the same, nodding her head.

I'd better move if I want to avoid falling into Enid's clutches.

As I walked towards the school's parking lot, I saw Jenna in the distance. Professor Ortega had the car keys in her hand and was wearily walking towards her BMW. She bit her lower lip, looking worried.

"Jenna?" I called out her name loudly, trying to make myself heard from a distance. Jenna turned towards me and smiled timidly, brushing a rebellious strand of hair from her face. I approached the dark-haired girl, raising an eyebrow in confusion when I saw her bloodshot eyes.

Jenna rubbed one of her eyes with her hand, trying to remove the evidence of her tears.

With a soft thud, I dropped my bag to the ground.

My shoulders relaxed, and I looked at Professor Ortega with concern, wondering what was happening to her. Jenna smiled at me, her lips trembling, and her brown eyes brimming with tears. Instinctively, I wiped a tear from her right cheek with my thumb, feeling sorry to see her in this state. She clenched her jaw and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, no longer able to hide her true emotions, bursting into tears against my neck. Her shoulders shook convulsively under her sobs, and my heart ached, wondering why this young girl was so broken.

I placed a hand along her back, trying to offer her as much comfort as I could.

After a few minutes, Jenna broke the embrace, looking at me with glistening eyes and a small smile of gratitude. She timidly wiped away the remaining tears with her shirt sleeve, sniffing. I moved a hand along her face, using two fingers to lift her chin so she could see my eyes. The sunlight reflecting off her face highlighted the freckles around her nose, making her eyes appear slightly lighter.

"What happened?" I asked timidly, curious and concerned about the possible answer. "I know I'm just a student... but I'm good at listening," I smiled as I noticed Jenna had pulled the corners of her mouth into a shy smile.

I withdrew my hand from her face and looked at her with a slight smile on my lips.

"You're not just a student, T/N," she admitted, causing my heart to skip a beat and shivers to run down my spine due to the intensity of her gaze. "Nothing happened... it's just stress... some students and teachers drain me... lately, I haven't been sleeping at night, and damn it... I'm so tired," she huffed, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Tonight, go to bed early, okay? Otherwise, tomorrow won't be fun trying to beat you if you're asleep against a tree," I tried to lift her spirits, jokingly. Jenna gave me a weak punch on the shoulder and chuckled, amused by my words.

"Thank you... you've helped me shake off this mountain of stress," she looked at me through her long lashes, giving me a precious smile.

"It was the second person who thanked me today."

I winked at her and offered a shy smile. "Don't mention it. Sometimes crying helps relieve tension," I said as I picked up my bag from the floor and slung it over my shoulder. Jenna fiddled with the keys to her car. Professor Ortega smiled at me, this time with more happiness and noticeably brighter.

She locked eyes with me, her coffee-colored irises locking onto mine. Damn it... I could get lost in her gaze. The sudden honk of a horn made us startle and break the atmosphere that had formed between the two of us.

"Surely it's Enid," I muttered, absentmindedly biting my lower lip.

I began to walk towards the Nevermore parking lot, still looking at Jenna with a smile plastered on my lips. "If you need to call... you know I'm always here... just message me," I smiled, and she did the same, nodding her head.

I better move if I want to avoid being caught in Enid's clutches.

[ the next day]

"Mmmmmh," I groan, burying my face in the pillow as I hear the sound of the blinds being raised. I let out an annoyed grunt as the sunlight hits my eyelids, disturbing my sleep.

"T/N, darling, weren't you supposed to go on the field trip today?" My mother's absentminded question immediately jolts me awake. I hurriedly get out of bed, stumbling in the process. From the floor, I look up to see my mother giving me a puzzled look while holding a basket of dirty laundry.

I hastily remove my shirt and pants, trying to change as quickly as possible. With a toothbrush in my mouth, I glance at the notifications on my phone. I have 5 missed calls from Enid and 3 messages from Professor Ortega.

Jenna:

"Are you there?"

Jenna:

"Is it getting late... are you coming or not? Are you afraid of losing by any chance?"

Jenna:

"The bus will be here in 20 minutes, hurry up!"

And this message was sent 5 minutes ago. I spit out the toothpaste, gargle with mouthwash, and grab my backpack. I rush downstairs, narrowly avoiding Tex, my dog. He's a German Shepherd. I enter the kitchen and see my family having breakfast.

"Are you still here? Do you want a ride?" my father asks while flipping pancakes. I shake my head and quickly slip on a sock with both hands.

"I still have 10 minutes," I mutter, grabbing an apple and holding it between my teeth. In a rush, I put on my shoes and sling my backpack over my shoulder. I say goodbye to my family, tousle my younger brother's hair, and rush out the door.

"I love you!" I shout as my parting words echo in the house. Without waiting for a response, I close the door and literally sprint towards the school.

(...)

"HERE I AM!" I shout into the air as I spot Jenna leaning against the bus door in the distance. Her coffee-colored eyes give me a reproachful look, yet there's a timid smile on her lips. With flushed cheeks, I walk past her and climb the steps, apologizing to the bus driver for being late.

The bus is quite full, but there's an empty seat by the window in the front row. Enid smiles at me from the back of the bus, wordlessly apologizing for not saving me a seat. I shake my head and sit down by the window, feeling slightly annoyed that we've already arrived.

"Hey, T/N," I hear from behind, and I turn to see Olivia with her friend sitting next to her. The Latina girl gives me a shy smile as she holds her phone in her hands.

"Hi, Olivia," I smile, slightly breathless.

"For a moment, I was afraid you wouldn't come... I was about to message you on IG," she confesses, chuckling softly. Her friend leans in to whisper something in her ear, and Olivia glances at me briefly, her cheeks tinted with red.

Then Olivia playfully nudges her friend, and the friend pulls on Olivia's hair, causing Rodrigo's irritation. I settle into my seat, tired, and also to avoid witnessing any potential argument between the two girls. My gaze drifts to the driver's side, and I smile as my eyes meet Jenna's.

Professor Ortega holds onto the pole, looking a bit uncomfortable with the arrangement. She's wearing simple track pants and a blue t-shirt, probably opting for these clothes in case they get dirty. She gives me a shy smile as a brief greeting.

She looks around and hesitantly walks in my direction, taking the seat next to me. She leans in, and her fragrance wafts into my nose, making me smile at the pleasant scent.

"I see you made it after all... I was starting to worry," she offers a shy smile.

"My alarm didn't go off this morning," I shrug nonchalantly, giving her a mischievous grin. "Were you waiting for me, Miss Ortega?" She rolls her eyes at my comment and smiles, revealing her dimples. "Don't play dumb," I exclaim with mock indignation, placing a hand over my chest as if in pain. "Ouch, Jenna!" I pretend to wipe away an imaginary tear, and she chuckles softly at my theatrics.

The bus comes to a stop, surprising me.

"Make sure not to cry later, okay? I wouldn't want to give you false hopes of winning," Jenna mutters, getting up from her seat and walking towards the bus exit. I grip my backpack's strap and stand up to follow the other students, slightly annoyed that we've already arrived.

"All this fuss for a 10-minute bus ride," I remark, looking at Xavier. He nods, waiting for his best friend to make his way to us, hand in hand with Enid.

We disembark from the bus, and I smile at the sight of various trees around, closing my eyes and taking in the fresh air. With purposeful steps, we approach a small wooden cabin.

A man in his 40s stands there impatiently.

"ALRIGHT!" he yells, capturing the attention of the teenagers. I stand next to Enid as we listen to the words of the owner of this place. Jenna and Asher, the only teachers, stand by the man's side.

I had completely forgotten about Asher. I clench my jaw, trying to avoid showing my disgust towards him.

"Does anyone know how paintball works?" he asks, sounding almost bored by the situation. A hand goes up from the crowd, but he blatantly ignores it. Enid absentmindedly grabs my wrist, drawing closer to me.

"We're on the same team, right?" she whispers in my ear, and I nod.

"The goal of the two teams is to eliminate the members of the opposing team as many times as possible within a time limit. When a player is hit, they can't shoot and must return to base to 'respawn.' Touching the base brings the player back into the game. The referees, in this case, me, will count every eliminated player," he explains, grabbing a paintball projectile.

"Alright... now divide yourselves into four teams and get the necessary gear."

He concludes, walking towards the professors, probably discussing the cost.

Enid, Olivia, Xavier, and a few others I don't know head towards the blue equipment. Excitedly, we put on chest protectors and the game jerseys. My eyes wander to Jenna, who's on a team with people I've never seen before. Fortunately, Asher is in another group along with Ajax and his buddies.

"I'm so excited," Enid exclaims, putting on her protective mask and tying the blue bandana around her arm. "I want to beat Ajax; we have a bet to win." She smiles widely, and I reciprocate, happy for her competitive spirit. Xavier struggles to put on gloves and a neck protector while keeping his weapon on the ground. I catch a glimpse of Olivia, slightly nervous, clutching her paintball marker to her chest. She gives me a sweet smile, letting me know she's okay, and I nod in response.

I turn my attention back to Jenna, a mischievous smile forming on my lips as I see her putting on the chest protector. I bite my lower lip playfully and raise my paintball marker, aiming at her backside. With one eye closed, I fire a shot at Jenna, causing her to scream in surprise.

Professor Ortega turns in my direction, unconsciously touching her rear and feeling the dampness of the paint. Her mouth drops open in astonishment as she places two fingers on the spot that was hit, finding blue paint. Her eyes gleam with a desire for revenge, keeping her paintball marker firmly in her hands.

Without breaking eye contact, she smears the paint along her cheek, creating a war paint-like design as soldiers do. I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back laughter, and I wink at Jenna.

"Nice shot, T/N," Enid says amidst laughter, making me smile. Jenna turns toward her group, beginning to talk to them, giving me a quick glance.

It wouldn't end here.

(...)

With my breaths uneven, I clung tightly to my paintball marker, glancing around the tree to see if anyone was nearby. Brushing a lock of hair from my face, I clenched my jaw and prepared to change my position.

In this hour and a half of gameplay, the teams with the fewest eliminations were the Blue team, mine, and Asher's. Before splitting up, we had devised a plan where Enid and Xavier would head to the east side of the woods, aiming to reach the enemy teams' flags directly. So far, we had only captured one flag, eliminating a team whose members I couldn't recall. Olivia, her friend, and a couple of guys would stay to guard our flag while I focused on eliminating as many opponents as possible.

They would return to base, but they had to wait 10 minutes before rejoining the game.

I knelt down and leaned toward a fallen dead tree, hearing footsteps approaching. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Asher pass by with Ajax, and I smiled, seizing the opportunity. I picked up a small pebble from the ground and threw it to divert the two guys' attention.

Enid would be pleased to know I'd gotten back at him.

As soon as the pebble hit the ground, the two turned toward the sound, ready to shoot at the source. I stood up and began firing at their chests, hitting their chest protectors. Asher shot me a deadly glare, while Ajax seemed baffled by how I'd managed to trick them.

"You'll pay for this, T/A," Asher muttered through gritted teeth, gripping his paintball marker tightly. I nodded, feeling proud of having temporarily eliminated him, and walked in another direction, slightly crouched to avoid being spotted.

"The Blue team has captured the Green team's flag. Two teams remaining," I exulted inwardly when I realized it was his team's flag we had taken.

I aimed my marker in various directions, analyzing potential threats. I walked slowly, avoiding twigs and dry leaves to remain unnoticed. A Cheshire cat-like smile stretched across my lips as I spotted Jenna Ortega in the distance.

The calculus professor leaned against the corner of two walls, sighing tiredly and slightly agitated from the adrenaline rush. She stood on tiptoe, peering over the wall, her paintball marker resting against her back. I bit my lip and slowly made my way toward her, attempting to catch her off guard.

"BOO," I whispered in her ear, causing her to scream in fright. Jenna turned toward me, her eyes wide, and her breathing heavy. Her hands pushed against my chest, trying to force me to the ground. As I slid against the ground, I grabbed Jenna's wrist with one hand, causing her to fall against my chest.

"Are you an idiot?" she whispered through gritted teeth after regaining her balance, looking at me with her arms on either side of my head. "You scared me to death." I winced at the pain but smiled when I saw Jenna's expression.

"That was my goal," I admitted, running my tongue over my lower lip.

The tension in her shoulders melted away, and her eyes softened. There was still a blue paint stain on her cheek, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and I sighed as I saw how close our faces were, noticing the freckles around her face.

Unconsciously, I raised my hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaving my hand on her cheek. With a half-smile on my lips, I brushed some dirt from her face with my thumb.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. I wasn't sure if the fall had hurt her, even though I cushioned the impact. But regardless, I wanted to know if she was alright. Jenna gazed intensely at me, nervously swallowing her saliva. She looked away from my eyes, shifting her attention to my lips, then slowly nodded.

"Yeah..." she whispered, her breath grazing my lips. My heart began to race against my ribcage, and I nervously looked at Jenna in anticipation. With a hesitant tilt of her head, Professor Ortega smiled slightly. Our faces, like magnets, drew closer until our lips finally touched, igniting the long-awaited kiss.

Jenna sighed and tentatively moved her lips against mine, increasing the rhythm of the kiss. I trailed my hand along her jawline, stopping at her neck, curling my fingers to draw her closer to my face, erasing any remaining distance. My heart pounded wildly, and with a smile, I savored this first experience, melting into her soft, plump, and delicious lips. Her teeth bit into my lower lip, making me moan from the pain and surprise.

The need for oxygen became apparent, and reluctantly, we had to break the contact between our mouths. Our eyes immediately locked, and her lips curved into a beautiful smile, to which I reflexively responded.

A few seconds later, fear appeared in her irises, and she looked at me in horror. As if my touch on her skin was burning her, she quickly rose from the ground, staring at me sternly.

"This... this wasn't supposed to happen," she shook her head and bit her lip, lost in thought. My heart shattered slowly at her words, and I shook my head in disappointment. My heart pounding in my throat, I took a step forward and grabbed Jenna's wrist, catching her eye.

"You... I like you, Jenna," the truth that I had been trying to avoid saying for too long escaped naturally from my mouth, lifting a weight off my shoulders. Jenna looked at me intensely, her eyes pleading with me not to make things any more difficult than they already were. She slipped off the arm band and let it fall to the ground, wanting to escape the situation.

"I'm sorry," Jenna murmured weakly, gripping her paintball marker and quickly walking away from me, clearly intending to avoid me.

With teary eyes, I watched as my first kiss walked away, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

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heartseungbin · 9 months

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slight tmi!

i started my period this morning and although being on the pill makes it less heavy my cramps are always really bad unless I pound some Tylenol or Ibuprofen and I was wondering how the boys would comfort mc who is having a bad month.

(can be smut or fluff idrc, also I don’t mean this as smth big btw!)

hope your doing well Bee!

-💌

warnings; period mentions ofc

notes; i'm so sorry lovely:( mines are a pain in the ass also, it's not tmi!! i hope this gives you a bit of comfort<3 ot8 x reader, fem!reader

Hyunjin was the first to hear your pained groans, rushing to your aid with a deep frown and furrowed brows.

He sat on the bed next to you with his hand on your shoulder, his face inspecting your own for signs of injuries.

"Baby what's wrong?" he says with a frown, his worried eyes searching your own. You whine again, eyes squeezing shut and your hand clutching your stomach.

He retracts his hands, fearing the worst.

"I'm going to go get Channie baby, i'll be back," he says, getting up and exiting swiftly.

Another cramp kicks in and you fold in on yourself, knees touching your chest as tears blur your vison.

Through the blur of your tears you see someone standing in front of you, their hands swiping the tears from your eyes gently. Without the tears your vision clears, Chan standing in front of you with a warm smile.

"You okay baby?" he says, taking a seat beside you and placing a warm hand on your cheek.

You bite your lip, muffling your pained groans as he caresses your cheek.

You shake your head, not trusting your own mouth to express your pain without sobbing.

"Bad month?" he says, searching your eyes warily. You nod, another cramp kicking in making you choke out a sob.

He frowns, pulling your arm to help you sit up.

"Hyunjin have Minho make some soup, and can you ask Changbin for his heat pack?" he says softly, unwilling to disturb you further.

Hyunjin nods, leaving soon after. Chan pulls you onto his lap, smoothing your hair back and leaving soft kisses on your forehead.

The door opens, Felix and Jisung bursting in with matching frowns.

They spot you in Chan's arms, breathing a sigh of relief as they see your no longer crying.

Felix hands you the glass of water he had been carrying while Han throws a blanket over you and Chan.

"Thank you," you mumble with a slight smile, curling up in the blanket. Your heart warms with the attention your under, your boys trying their hardest to make you feel better.

"Wanna go to the living room? We can cuddle and watch a movie," Felix proposes, his hand rubbing comforting circles into the palm of your hand. You nod, sitting up fully.

Chan stands up and bends down in front of you squatting. You smile, laying yourself across his back. He stands then, carrying you on his back and making his way to the living room

He carefully sets you down on the couch and sets off to the kitchen to check on the soup. Felix and Jisung sit on the floor beside you, picking up where they left off on the movie they were watching.

Jeongin walks into the living room, immediately plopping himself down next to you. A sudden cramp kicks in, making you whimper quietly. Jeongin frowns, wrapping a careful arm around your shoulder and pulling your head onto his shoulder.

You nestle into him with a small smile, knowing he's usually avoidant of affection yet so willing to give you affection to make you feel better.

Seungmin comes into the living room with some pills, handing you your glass of water and looking at you expectantly. You take it from him gratefully, pulling his sleeve and gesturing for him to sit next to you.

He does, and throws a leg over your own, kissing your temple. You smile, lacing your fingers together.

Minho comes into the living room announcing that the soup is ready and that he had made enough for everyone.

You sit at the table, Changbin and Hyunjin taking seats on either side of you. You chuckle, noticing Minho wearing the apron you bought him that says "kiss the cook"

"Min, come here," you gestured with a smile you couldn't help. He's at your side in an instant, big round eyes staring at you. He leans forward towards you and you kiss him, making him smile softly.

Changbin yells dramatically, hand clutching his chest like he had been hurt, making you laugh.

"How come he gets a kiss?" he yells, looking offended.

"Kiss the cook," Minho replies, looking smug. Changbin whines, turning to you with a bat of his eyelashes.

You laugh, kissing him too. You hear a groan from beside you, turning to see Hyunjin looking at you expectantly. You roll your eyes playfully, making him pucker his lips.

"Everyone can get a kiss soon, for now let's enjoy this meal," You say with a smile, watching everyone groan and Minho look at you with a smirk.

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yoonlattesworld · 2 years

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having a bad anxiety attack while yoongi holds you

Safe in his arms-MYG

Synopsis: when the only place which feels safe is in his arms.

Genre/warning: angst, anxiety attack, crying, fluff,comfort.

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Author's pov

"Y/n?" Yoongi called out as soon as he opened the front door, but a frown settled on his lips when he was met with complete silence. This was odd. You usually run up to him with a bright smile whenever he comes home. What was more odd is that you didn't pick up any of his calls today. You never do that. If you miss a call you'll call back immediately but he lost count of how many times he called you today. And that was the reason he came home early.

"Y/n, baby where are you?" He said a little louder as he walked in the living room but an uneasiness started settling inside him when he didn't heard your voice again. Running a hand through his already tousled hair he walked up the stairs, his eyebrows furrowing when he heard the water running. His lips parted and he sighed, thinking you must be taking a bath. That's must be why you didn't heard him coming. Smiling slightly he opened your shared bedroom's door "you weren't picking up my calls so i came home early today-" his words died in his throat and he felt his heart stop for a moment when instead of finding you in the bathtub like he expected, he found you on the floor, leaned against the bed, the sound of your sobs sending him in a Frenzy as he rushed towards you, wasting no time in cradling your shaking form "fuck okay baby I'm here. Try to take a deep breath for me please?" He begged cupping your face to make you look at him.

But your eyes were unfocused as you clawed your chest, struggling to breath with tears running down your face. "No no no" he mumbled when he saw your eyes closing. The last thing he wanted was you passing out on him.Taking your hand he placed it on his chest, sighing shakily when you gripped his hoodie, just over his pounding heart "yeah baby, can you feel my heart?" He tapped your cheek, his heart clenching when a broken whimper left your lips "y-yoongi-" you gasped, letting out a choked up sob as you leaned against him "yes baby I'm here. Look at me doll" he whispered leaving you for a second to fumble in your bag laying beside you, sighing in relief when the perfume bottle came in his hand. He sprayed a little on his hoodie and his wrists, before cupping your face again "can you smell it baby? Take deep breaths for me love" he whispered watching with a pounding heart as you inhaled the soft smell of lavender shakily "that's it, angel. You're doing great" he mumbled rubbing your flushed cheek "can you look at me doll?" He murmured smiling softly when you looked at him with more focused eyes. But you were still shaking so he pulled you closer and rubbed your back whispering "let's count to five and take a deep breath okay?" You nodded whimpering softly.

"1..2..3..4...5" he whispered along with you, taking deep breaths and finally you were able to calm down a little as you gripped his arm which was wrapped around you tightly, stuttering "i-i wanted to call y-you but m-my phone died" you whimpered burying your face in his chest, inhaling the lavender mixed with his natural scent. His arms around you tightened and he kissed your head mumbling "I'm here now baby. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here" you sighed shakily as he swayed your body. He sighed noticing your phone laying on the door besides the charging point. He has told you so many times to charge your phone before it dies but you never listened.

After a while as your shaking decreased, he picked you up and placed you on the bed "let's take a bath yeah? It'll help you calm down" you nodded as he took off his hoodie and made you wear it, before walking in the bathroom.

And seeing the scene in front of him he could easily guess what must have happened. The bottle of lavender oil was on the ground with most of the oil spilled on the floor as he turned off the tape. You must have saw the attack coming and went to draw a bath, hoping the lavender scent would help you calm down. But it was too late as the pain started increasing, and then you ran to call him but found your phone dead.

Fuck. He clenched his eyes as he felt tears prickling in them. You must have been so fucking scared. He sighed shakily and took some tissues to clean up the oil, before dropping a few drops in the bathtub which was overflowing with water. He will have a telephone situated in both the bedroom and living room. Hell he'll have it in even fucking room if he has to. So atleast the next time something like this happens, you can call him even if your phone dies. He wiped his face to get rid of any tears so you wouldn't worry.

Taking off his shirt he walked in the room to see your small form buried in his hoodie as your teary eyes stared in his own. Kissing your forehead he picked you up, nuzzling his nose against your hair as you buried your face in his bare chest.

After undressing you, he sat in the bathtub with you on his lap, curled up in his arms and he whispered "do you feel better?" You nodded, too tired to move and snuggled in his chest. "Can you tell me what caused it, baby?" He mumbled carefully watching your reaction as you looked down and sighed "i-it was because of my finals and i was really tired too and.." he nodded waiting patiently "i was scared to think how will i live alone for 2 years after you leave" you whispered closing your eyes as he tensed up. Neither of you said anything after that.

You ended up falling asleep in his arms. The exhaustion of the past week falling on you altogether causing you to pass out in the bathtub. And after awhile of holding you in the warm water, he stood up with you in his arms, carefully so he wouldn't wake you up.

Making you wear his hoodie he wore some sweatpants and cradled you in the bed, holding you securely as you slept peacefully. Whispering a small "thank you yoon..." in your sleep, hugging him closer as he squeezed you.

He was scared too. So fucking scared.

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