#but he decided to spring on me that his girlfriend decided to come bc he invited her and i’m just like 🙃🙃

[causenessus]

happy birthday. | oikawa t.

oikawa x reader (female reader implied, one use of word girlfriend)

written in 2nd person

"i wanna see what makes my life and all the little things, i wanna see the mountains in view and the part when i meet you <3" from when i meet you by hollow bastion

word count: 2.5k words (headcannons & little fic <3)

happy birthday to the boy whose been with me for 4+ years <3 longer than anyone else <3 all sweet toothrotting fluff!! not edited bc i'm really tired goodnight :)

contrary to popular belief, tooru does not hype up his birthday

he never tells anyone it’s coming up and he doesn’t always do something big for his special day

he’s grown a *tiny* bit more mellow since high school, from when he did always make a big deal out of it

fans continue to send in heaps of mail but like the actual day itself, he doesn’t really pay any mind to it

there’s two reasons for this:

now that he has you, he doesn’t care much for others

as long as he gets to spend the day with you, even if no one else wished him a happy birthday or gave him something he’d be happy

second of all, he likes things to be genuine

with popularity has come a lot of shallowness from others, and he’s had to put up many of his own fronts

so he doesn’t want hundreds of people messaging him happy birthday, he only really cares to hear it from his close circle of friends

and it’s no problem if he doesn’t receive a message from one of those friends, he doesn’t expect people to know everything about him (a big change from high school, he’s very proud of it)

it’s just something that he realized after graduating high school. after his last year and the underwhelming end to his high school volleyball career after the spring high playoffs, he realized that life was not all about getting as far as you can on a straight path; sometimes you take turns that diverge you from the main path a little bit, but you still keep moving forward, and sometimes you end up finding something on that little path that makes it all worth it <3 (with age comes wisdom, right?? don’t tell him that, it makes him sound old 🤭)

after all, that’s how he found you <3

at the airport waiting to fly to argentina, he just couldn’t get enough of you, even after spending the entire flight at your side.

and you were just as interested in him

he realized after your first date that he was always meant to be here. he had a restless, adventurous soul that hadn’t been satisfied in japan, and it had been fate to meet you while he was taking the next big step in high life.

and don't mistake his acceptance of where he is in life for laziness, he’s just as hardworking as before if not more, but he’s realized he doesn’t need to aim for perfection

and once he became more lenient on himself, he ironically became the best version of himself he’d ever been

with your support and love easing him through this new mindset and the bad days, he began to win medal after medal <3

you’ve been with him for it all. he wholly believes you were made for him, and he loves you so much

so the only happy birthday he cares to hear is from you

and if other friends wish him a happy birthday? he will thank them. he will say that he appreciates them and he means it, but nothing is as important as you

if you insist that he can’t stay at home with you the whole day and that he should celebrate with some of his friends, he’ll eventually comply

he likes to keep things small. it feels nice to choose to have a quiet day on a date dedicated to him with a small group of people

tooru and you had started the day together in bed. a summer in brazil had seemed appealing to you both; it was the perfect time and place for him to play volleyball on the beach by the sea and you were there to relax and keep him company. he had reconciled with shoyo, who you both had planned to meet for lunch to celebrate the day.

you had decided on the place after receiving input from both of them. tooru had been complaining for days about wanting lemonade, and shoyo had suggested somewhere small, open, and simple as opposed to an overcrowded fancy restaurant. you could easily get that experience just by walking down the hot streets of brazil.

the three of you had spent the afternoon inside a conditioned cafe. it was a cozy place, with lots of greenery and wide window walls to let in lots of sunlight. you had sat there for several hours, people watching and chattering, tooru rubbing circles on your thigh the entire time as shoyo and him recounted their time and experiences in high school and how they had traveled around the world since then.

by around four in the afternoon or so, shoyo had perked up, suggesting that they play volleyball which had riled up tooru, a smirk on his face as he teased the ginger, “oh? you think you can beat me if we play one on one, shrimpy?”

shoyo had grinned back, sitting up proudly and flaunting his sun-bronzed skin. tooru had gotten a little dark, too, but not nearly to the extent that shoyo had.

“you guys have fun sweating and running around in the sun,” you sighed, placing your hand over the one tooru had on your leg, “i’m going to go home.”

when tooru whined you hushed him with a finger to his lip, “you enjoy your time with shoyo. today is about you. i'll still be here when you guys are done playing.”

he gave you a slight pout but you knew you had won him over. he was never one to fight much, especially because he knows you only want the best for him, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he was excited to play against the orange-haired boy sitting across from him.

you had waved the two boys off as you split up after exiting the cafe, stopping by a bakery before running home. little did tooru know, this had been your plan all along and everything was going smoothly so far. shoyo was in on it too and had been assigned the job of distracting tooru while you got home.

tooru woke up with messages from his family, but none of his three closest friends. you’d seen the disappointment in his eyes although he tried to hide it, saying that they’d probably just text him later due to the big time difference between japan and brazil.

but in reality, they hadn’t messaged him because they had just arrived in brazil. they'd come to help you with decorations and to celebrate tooru, of course. you met the three at your door, each of them holding a bag or box with decorations and gifts inside.

“thank you guys for agreeing to do this with me, he’s gonna love it,” you smiled, opening the door and holding it open for the four of them to walk in.

“of course he will, he's gonna let out the most dramatic gasp ever when he sees something set up for him,” hanamaki said with an amused smile, slipping off his shoes.

“he’s gonna love anything, he’s never satisfied,” iwaizumi added with a roll of his eyes. “and he’ll probably complain that none of us texted him.”

“times never change,” mattsun whistled, stepping through the door last. “remember when we surprised him in the gym with the entire team? he wasn’t even happy until makki finally arrvied with the cake like an hour later.” 

“you gave me the wrong address, that was not my fault! and he wasn’t happy until i got there because he was waiting for me, not the cake,” makki retorted and the rest of them had laughed.

you had met his old teammates from high school a few times before on visits back to japan, and tooru continued to keep in touch with them while he was overseas. most often, on late nights that neither of you could sleep, he would ramble to you about the national volleyball team iwaizumi had been putting together.

you had also exchanged phone numbers with the three boys after hitting it off with them, which had come in handy for planning this birthday. you all worked quickly to hang up decorations around the foyer and kitchen while the cake you'd bought earlier stayed neat and pretty in the chilled fridge.

all the while, shoyo kept you updated on tooru through texts. they were on the way back to the apartment now after shoyo had insisted on walking with him back home.

“he’s almost here,” you informed, unable to contain the excited smile on your face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket. “everyone ready? iwaizumi, will you get the lights, please?”

you all waited in the dark until you heard their footsteps approaching, the muffled sound of their voices through the wall of the apartment. you lit the candles on the birthday cake, the warm, flickering flames providing the tiniest bit of light in the dark room, illuminating the neatly iced cursive that read out "happy birthday tooru ♡ " 

you heard his noise of surprise as the door swung open into the pitch black apartment before you stood up from your hiding spot behind the counter, “happy birthday, my love.”

 “y/n? is this why you left early?” he asked, a smile full of love and adoration on his face, looking at the dimly lit cake on the table.

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss before you looked at shoyo and gave him a nod.

the lights came on overhead, making tooru squint at the sudden brightness before he nearly fell forward from a slap to his back.

“happy birthday, man,” mattsun grinned, stepping into his sight before he saw iwaizumi and hanamaki as well.

“you guys?—” he started, frozen in place in surprise at seeing the three boys in his apartment. “you guys came all the way here for me?”

“no," hanamaki replied sarcastically with a shrug before giving tooru a hug, "we just happened to be in the area, you know. i’m thinking of moving to brazil and decided to stop by.

tooru lets out an offended huff at the joke, crossing his arms as hanamaki steps back. “i can’t believe you guys are really here. and even more i can’t believe none of you guys texted me! i thought you all had forgotten, you could have at least sent a message so i wasn’t moping around all day.”

you and iwaizumi both roll your eyes at his dramatic complaint as matsukawa laughs, “aw, did you miss us?”

“and where’s the fun in that, dumbass? we thought a happy birthday in person would mean more to you, anyway,” iwaizumi speaks up, revealing the gift bag he’s been hiding from behind his back.

tooru gasps, practically melting at the sight as he steps closer to his best friend, “well, i guess you guys were right. this means the world to me, thank you so much for coming.” he takes the bag from iwaizumi before pulling him into a tight hug that lasts a few seconds, and says more between the two than hours of talking could. they haven’t seen each other in months, but they’re still just as close as they’ve always been.

“and,” tooru says, turning towards you with a smile, “thank you for setting this all up, y/n.”

the party lasts a few hours, with mellow music playing in the background as the six of you catch up over a few drinks before everyone decides it’s a good time to head out back to their homes, leaving the two of you to collapse into bed. 

tooru is hugging you close, face nestled into the top of your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair and draw circles onto his back.

“did you have a good birthday?” you ask him, eyes closed as you both find rest in each other’s arms.

his shoulders relax with a deep sigh as he gives you a small nod, his face rubbing against your shirt.

“anything i can do to make it even better next year?” you talk softly, twirling his brown curls around your finger.

he hums in thought for a second before he peeks up from your chest, innocent brown eyes staring into yours. “more time with you next time,” he answers, mouth still muffled from your shirt. 

“what?” you chuckle, rubbing the back of his head, “i was with you nearly the entire day, and we live together. you see me every day.”

“ ‘s not the same,” he whines, nuzzling his face into your body again, “and today didn't count, 'cause i didn’t get any alone time with you.”

you can’t help but smile at his sweet words, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head, “but today is your day, tooru. i want you to see as many friends as you can. because we all care about you, and sometimes you need to be reminded of that, mr. i-don’t-tell-anyone-when-my-birthday-is.”

his grip tightens on the back of your shirt, “yeah, but i don’t need any of that if i have you. you make me feel loved and cared for. your happy birthday is the only one i care about hearing.”

“is that so?’ you reply, returning to raking through his hair.

he gives you another nod before looking up, one of his hands trailing up your back and tangling into the back of your hair, pressing your head down to meet his lips. “mhm,” he hums against your mouth, “all i need is you.”

his lips trail down your jaw and then to your neck, making you laugh as he moves down your sternum before he returns to his original position, holding you close, his face buried into you. “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next year. i’ll make sure everyone texts you happy birthday whether or not they fly across the world and i promise we'll get some alone time, okay?”

he hums in acknowledgment of your words, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “what’re you thinking about?” you ask softly.

“nothing,” he mumbles, “i just feel really happy right now. i have the best girlfriend in the world that cares so much about me and plans out all my birthdays to make me feel loved. and we’re lying in bed right now and i’m just listening to her talk and i feel so comfortable. like next year we could just lie here all day and i’d be the happiest man ever.”

you laugh at his words and he likes the way he can feel it reverberate through your chest because of how close he is. “you’re sweet, tooru. i’ll keep talking until you fall asleep then, okay?”

“mmkay,” he responds happily, moving his legs around under the sheets to hook around yours, intertwining your bodies.

you press another kiss to his head, smiling the entire time, your heart full of love for the man, “and if it really means that much to you to hear it from me, i’ll say it again, too. happy birthday, tooru. and i love you so so much. you’re the best man i could ever have fallen in love with.”

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

mr. clean

pairing: pre-re2 leon x best friend's mom reader

cw: oral sex, older woman/younger man, smut and fluff

summary: the part two to cool mom's countdown! there will likely be a part three as well (bc they're falling in love) but basically, leon just learns to eat pussy in this one lol

a/n: the title is a reference to the yung gravy song of the same name (i couldn't decide which lyric i wanted to make the title, plus leon would never say any of those things he's too sweet)

wc: 1.8k

link to part 1

It was Spring the next time you saw Leon.

You kept your distance when Leon first arrived, only making an appearance to serve snacks to the boys. Your poor planning left you alone that night. You were hoping to get a moment alone with Leon to propose the idea of having more personal time together that night or the next morning. Leon didn’t need to be asked, he snuck downstairs and found you on the back porch, sipping a cup of tea. 

You heard the sliding door squeak and you turned to find a handsome young blond. You tried not to smile too big, fearing you’d develop wrinkles. 

“I couldn’t sleep…” Leon said, stepping out into the cool midnight air.

“Funny,” you said, brushing a hand across his cheek, “you look pretty sleepy to me.”

His eyelids drooped and he looked like he was about to doze off standing up. 

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you remembered that I always have trouble sleeping, so you stayed up to come see me.”

“Maybe…”

“How’d you find me out here?”

“You always come out here. I remember when I was little and I really couldn’t sleep and you let me drink some of your tea.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, recalling the memory, “and you hated it.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna try it now that you’re all grown-up?” you teased. 

“Sure.”

You handed him the mug and he sipped it. He paused, waited for the aftertaste, and then shook his head.

“Still don’t like it, huh?”

“No, but, uh, thank you for letting me try it again…” He handed it back to you, daintily despite his large hands. 

“I’m assuming you didn’t come out here to ask for a sip of my tea,” you say. 

“No, ma’am,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I guess I just like being around you.”

“Well, thank you, honey,” you said, rubbing his shoulder. You had the comforting touch of a mother, you could coax him into meeting your eyes without a single word spoken. 

He hadn’t changed too much - same baby blue eyes, same bashful smile. You wondered if anything about him had changed - a girlfriend? Were you still the only woman lucky enough to get your hands on him? The subject naturally came up during your conversation.  

“Are there girls at the academy?” you asked him. 

“Not like you.”

“What am I like?” You were giggling like a teenager, struck by Cupid’s arrow for the first time. 

“Beautiful.” There was a certain weight to it. It wasn’t ‘you’re so sexy’ like men your age would drunkenly slur out, begging you to come home with them. Leon was sober, untainted by alcohol, heartache, or even time. The moonlight reflected on his face, making him look angelic. Rightfully so

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, apropos of nothing, and yet, expected all the same. 

You hummed an affirmative as you leaned in and pressed your lips against Leon’s. His lips were pillowy soft and you couldn’t help but imagine what else he could do with them. It didn’t go further than kissing that night. You pulled back, smiled at him and said, “Why don’t you stay a little while tomorrow?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You made breakfast for the boys and sent your son off to baseball practice.

“Do you want a ride home, Leon?” he called on his way out. 

“No,” you stepped in, giving him the alibi, “He’s going to help me with some housework… since I don’t get any help from you.” Yeah, the accusation, that got him to leave swiftly. Couldn’t get him to do the dishes if his life depended on it. 

From behind you, Leon asked, “What kind of housework are we doing?” 

You laughed, “None, baby, not unless you really want to. I was planning on doing something a little more fun.”

“Oh, sure, yeah, I’m fine with whatever you want.” Always so eager to please, Leon probably would have done chores for you if you’d asked him. You weren’t one to take advantage of such a sweet boy, though. 

“How about you come upstairs with me?” You stretched out your hand for him to take, and you led him to your bedroom. 

You immediately reclined on the bed while Leon lingered in the doorway, unsure of what to do. 

“Come sit down,” you said, patting the spot next to you. 

When he climbed into your bed, he sat close to you, his sweatpants against your bare thigh. “Leon?” you said softly. 

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever gone down on a girl?”

“No, not yet.”

“Would you like to?”

“If you’ll teach me how.”

“Of course. It’s not hard.”

His eyes lit up at the idea of you teaching him. You figured he might be the type of guy who’d be into that sort of thing. A mama’s boy, a teacher’s pet.

“What do I do first?”

“We should probably start by just kissing before we get to that.”

“Oh yeah, I can do that.”

His kisses began soft and slow, you had to coax him into deeper, tongue-filled kisses, but he was a fast learner. You felt his breath quicken and his dick getting hard against your leg as you continued kissing him. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

“Yeah. In fact, it was getting a little hot in here.” You winked and removed your shirt. 

He marveled at your breasts which were still concealed by your bra. You wore a pretty lace one for him, and the discomfort was well worth it to see his eyes widen with desire. 

“Think you can handle taking it off?” You asked. It took an experienced man to take off a bra, so you didn’t expect much from Leon. Just trying was enough. 

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good.”

You played with his hair and watched the redness rise in his cheeks. He fumbled with the clasp with shaky hands. Clearly he didn’t have much experience. It took him a moment, but he was successful.

“I’m proud of you, honey.” Your words were genuine, he could hear it in your voice, and it made his heart flutter. 

“Thank you,” he said, his pitch faltering. 

Most men who entered your bedroom did so at night, usually a bit drunk, none of them bothering to turn on the lights. The light illuminating your body was an unavoidable one. You had Leon in the morning, and he made you feel okay with the idea of being seen - his adoration for you made you shy. To be loved is to be known, to be known is to be seen in the daylight.

His fingers trembled when he unbuttoned your jeans, but he managed to get the zipper down. His appetite was his only helper, he yearned for something he’d never had the fortune of tasting.

“Just do what feels right. As long as you don’t bite, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

He gulped and nodded, sliding your panties down. They matched your bra. You dressed up all sexy for him, though he would’ve happily taken you without all the frills. Maybe that’s why you put more effort into your appearance when you were with him. To match his utter devotion (you would only ever feel half the admiration he would for you). He revered you as a goddess. 

 You noticed his hesitation. “Start by touching it. I won’t ask you to use your mouth until you’re sure you’re ready.”

He placed his hands on your inner thighs and you helped him by spreading them for him. “Don’t be nervous, honey,” you said, running your hands through his hair.  

“Wanna make you feel good,” he said. 

“You will. I already feel good just being around you.” Yeah, it’s cheesy, but it got a smile out of him. 

He started by rubbing his fingers along your folds gently. He noticed the way your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed your clit. 

“Does it feel good when I do this?” He wasn’t even trying to talk dirty. His utter sincerity made his words even hotter.

“Yes, baby,” you said, breathier now, “It feels so good when you touch me there.”

He started to rub circles over your clit now that you’d told him where it was. “Can I use my mouth now?” 

“Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

Leon began with little kitten licks and then began to run his tongue along your lower lips, which were all puffy and wet, (they had been before he’d touched you). 

“Did I make you wet?”

“Mhm, it’s all you.”

The encouragement had him diving back in, lapping at your folds. He wasn’t skilled by any means, but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience. When you pulled his hair, you felt the movements of his tongue increase in speed and he pressed his face further into you. There was an insatiable desire inside him, an addiction that began the moment he first tasted you. 

“You can put your fingers in me, too, if you want,” you suggested.

“Just one?” he asked, inserting his middle finger, which made you moan. “Or two?” He didn’t wait for your answer before he inserted his index finger and watched your reaction. 

“Yes,” you said, “Two, baby, feels so good.” As he pumped them in and out, his tongue returned to your pussy. He looked up at you with his baby blue eyes. “Curl your fingers up,” you said, showing him with your own hand. He did as you asked and you moaned loudly. 

He studied you, and managed to figure out where you liked his mouth best - your clit, obviously. 

“Leon,” you said, breathing heavily, “you can suck on it, too, just lightly-” you had something else to say, but it didn’t matter because he started to suck on your clit and you were cut off by your own moan. 

Your legs were trembling at this point. “Oh my god, Leon, keep doing that.” You hooked your legs around him and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

Upon hearing that, he moaned into your core. It sent you over the edge. You nearly suffocated him with your thighs when you came. You felt bad for pulling his hair, but he loved it. If you hadn’t been completely taken by your own orgasm, you would’ve noticed. He was brave enough to tell you the next time you saw him. Arousal gave him a certain bravado. 

After you finished, he said, “Did I do okay?”

You laughed. “Yes, you did great. I thought that was obvious.”

You offered to help him out, to return the favor. But, sheepishly, he revealed that he didn’t need any help from you. You could see the wet spot on his underwear. You didn’t realize he was rutting against the mattress the whole time. 

“You had a lot of fun, huh?”

“Yeah.” His voice wavered when he spoke.

You stifled the laugh that threatened to escape your mouth. 

“Does this mean we have to be done?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Think you’ve got another round in you?”

He nodded and climbed on top of you, ready to kiss you with your slick still on his lips. 

“Already?” you said when you noticed he was already hard again. 

“Yeah,” he said with a light laugh. You could see embarrassment shift to pride when he saw how pleased you were to see that he was ready to go again almost immediately.

[starzzach]

idk if youre still taking these but... aranged charlos?

yes of course i am still taking them anon! i don't know if you're coming from ao3 bc this is a published ongoing wip w/ 2 chapters to go. i honestly had to take a full step back from the constant fretting about finishing it, one reason being to prevent burnout and one reason being i am currently on vacation lol

it's basically about charlos getting contractually married very young and having babies (this was the idea when first developed).

another reason being that i have scrapped the 15th chapter about six times at this point, and even though i've written multiple notes for it actually writing it has been ... tough, to say the least. i will recommend, if you haven't read 'i take my whiskey (neat)', to not click under the cut!

i decided to include a bit of the epilogue instead of the 15th chapter purely bc i have written that most recently !!

-

they look at each other, his father with mild confusion and his dad with mild concern. his dad speaks first, coughing, “rafa, this is…?”

rafael springs into action. “this is ella,” he introduces as she waves hello. “she’s my, erm, my girlfriend.” he grins, hoping to earn their sympathy. “ella, these are my parents, charles and carlos,” pointing to each of them in turn. “i think my siblings are outside–”

“i’ll take you,” his father offers, still slightly confused. “we are, ah, grilling out back. do you like grill? i can show you out–” he stops, scratching the back of his neck, thinking hard. “we have invited a lot of people, but i’ll just walk with you so you don’t get lost.”

ella shoots him a panicked look before she’s shepherded nervously off to the back with his equally nervous father. his eyes follow their retreating figures, tightlipped, and his only thought is that they hadn’t been so scared of millie’s girlfriend. tearing his gaze away, his attention rests on his dad. he looks amused, fighting a smile, his arms crossed over his chest. he leans over the counter, towering over rafael from where he’s stood on the platform. 

“so,” he starts. “why is this the first time i am hearing of this girlfriend?”

rafael blushes high in his face, his ears turning red. “it’s new,” he sighs, pointed. “she’s in one of my classes, in english. she’s really nice, i think you’ll really like her.”

“yeah?” he says. it’s not a question. “how long have you been, you know, together?”

“two months, but i’ve known her for longer.”

his dad nods, thoughtful. he steps off the counter, his palm cold against rafael’s back. he stands slightly taller than his dad, something he takes advantage of, pulling him into a hug, squishing him. “my baby, all grown up,” he murmurs.

“daaaaad,” he whines, nearly suffocating. “stop, i’m not a little kid–”

his dad lets go, but cradles his face between his hands, pulling at his cheeks. “you’ll always be little to me,” he says, eyes twinkling. it’s the only part of him that stands truly the same from twenty years ago, resistant to time and change. “come, let us make sure your papa has not scared ella back to new york.”

he laughs at that, a little strangled, because he thinks the opposite is also entirely possible. laura materialises when they step out, blinking owlishly up at him behind her circle frames. “i met your girlfriend,” she says, eyes narrowed. she clutches a book to her chest and rafael has to stop himself from rolling her eyes because it’s so stereotypical of laura to be studying at their family cookout. “how do you have a girlfriend?”

this time he does roll his eyes, wrangling her in for a one armed hug. “good to see you too, chiquita,” he mutters. her reply is lost in her derogatory mumbling. “where is she? ella?”

“being harassed by your brothers,” comes his dad’s reply, a note of alarm in his tone. “you go and say hi to your uncles before they keel over and die, i’ll deal with this.”

laura and rafael watch as their dad wrangles their twin brothers into obedience, apologising to an even more apologetic ella. at ten, marco and miguel are getting up to absolutely no good, and have just started to grow out of the inseparable phase. it doesn’t mean they don’t team up to cause havoc at times like this – quite the opposite by their display just now. rafael feels uneasy, sweat starting to form. he coughs, gesturing, “i should– i should go over there, right?” he asks. “that’s something i should do?”

laura eyes him with no small amount of disdain, but her expression softens when she gently pushes at his shoulder. “you’re a real idiot you know that?” are the words that come out of her mouth. “seriously, you must be so glad millie’s inheriting the company instead of you, what a disaster that would have been–”

“–yeah, yeah, i’ve got it,” he grumbles, secretly pleased.

ella doesn’t notice him coming, her shoulders tense when he gets his hands on them. he pulls her into his embrace. “hey, you,” he says, willing his voice not to shake. “you’re okay?”

she sighs, relaxing just the slightest bit. “you know, in the car i was going over everyone’s names, and what you’ve said they like,” she admits. “but there’s like… so many. i couldn’t even figure out which one of your brothers i was talking to.”

rafael snorts. he smoothes down the sleeves of her shirt, trying to be comforting. “don’t worry, i had trouble with it for years. i still do, when they’re playing tricks.”

“ah, ella, i’m sorry, i had to take this call,” his father’s voice says from behind them. he’s smiling, awkward, but he’s smiling. “hi, rafa. did you–” his face falls, he must have seen his dad berating his brothers behind them. “oh, you met the twins?”

“she did,” rafael answers for the two of them, grimacing. “they’re being, well, you know better than me. how they’ve always been.”

his father sighs, muttering, “may lord help us all until they grow up,”  in spanish as he passes them by, patting rafael’s shoulder.

-

of course they had more babies. is anyone surprised?

[safyresky]

Would you ever write a crossover between TSC (in continuity with your Crystal Springs series) and another fandom?

Oh most definitely! I have notes for one with RotG/Guardians of Childhood, I read the books and EVERYTHING to see how it would work out! I GOT NOTES EVEN!

I did not date them. I threw them onto my "bits and pieces" onenote page in the Crystal Springs tab which is A) full to bursting with, well, BITS AND PIECES, and B) dated June 6, 2016 but that's when I started the page, so everything on there is uh. After that date but lord knows WHEN FROM.

I really need to start dating things. Did ARCHAEOLOGY CLASSES teach me NOTHING?!?!? (The answer is yes, when they were 8:30ams and I was fallin asleep)

You'll NOTICE that there's a whole section crossed out! I got the idea after seeing RotG for the bazillionth time, wrote it out, then went to look at the source material, the books, the Guardians of Childhood, which was vASTLY different and kinda threw my original idea out of the water? So I crossed it out and then wrote fresh thoughts below. That all would've been in 2017 or 2018, I believe!

BUT REGARDLESS, HERE! TAKE THESE classified NOTES ANYWAY! COPY pasted FRESH from ONENOTE!

RISE OF THE GUARDIANS XOVER: Pitch hopes that by bringing back Mother Nature he can bring back his influence since they did team up so he somehow finds out about the other dimension and decides to grab the Mother Nature there, but then discovers her council and decides to bring over the Legends as he thinks they're the evil versions of the guardians

Plan backfires: the Legends are good and also too powerful for the summoning he did so he gets the Legates instead

Mother Nature was Pitch's daughter who basically disowned him bc he didn’t come back for her and was too far gone, evilly speaking, so you'll have to work around that

Mans haunted by nightmares

Maybe they bring back his past memories of his daughter

So he tries to find her, discovers she's mother nature, tries to have her join him in taking out the guardians and she recoils like 'I had hoped…but of course not. It was too good to be true; it always is

And magics him away

And he decides he'll find his own guardians, and pull them from another universe--maybe she tips him off by saying something about 'every time, every universe, it's always the same with you, no matter what changes or who is good or who is bad'

So he goes to FT's place, Mother Goose's place, and finds tomes of other worlds and universes and finds one that will pull other people from their world into his

And he cackles and begins his work

Unfortunately, FT in the other universe sees this and manages to wave away the spells/enchantments; search is underway to figure out what timeline this has come from

But the spell is quite powerful; though it has been waived from the Legendary figures, it still needs to complete what it was sent out to do--so it grabs the Legates

This causes Xander, Myles, Charlie, Jacqueline, and Blossom to be sent to the RotG world

And that's where my notes ended! Shenanigans do ensue, of course, and Dite helps Jack sneak into the other world bc of COURSE she does since the Legates who didn't get whooshed over are under like. Strict orders to NOT get bamf'd away but Dite's like THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!!!! I NEED TO SAVE HER!!!! and Jack's like listen. Listen. that's my sister. I'M not under any bans 👀👀👀 and off he goes!!!

the potential is so fun. slash funny. these are other errant thoughts about it:

the ANGST for rotg Jack when his SISTER is there but it's not his actual SISTER but another universe's version of him's sister just, just think of the ANGST

rotg Jack and Jacquie get caught by Pitch and he's like "YOU;RE Jack Frost. and YOU'RE Jack Frost. ARE THERE ANY OTHER JACK FROSTS I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT??? And tsc3 Jack Frost taps his shoulder, and he turns around, and Jack's like (charming Blaise-esque smile) hi :) AND PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE

rotg Jack Frost being like YOU GUYS DON'T NEED TO USE A STICK FOR YOUR MAGIC??? YOU'RE STICK FREE???? JUST HANDS????

tsc Jack Frost: there's TWO OF THEM while rotg Jack and Jacquie are like 😈😈 like that meme

Charlie would have so. Much. Fun. In North's Workshop. the YETIS. the SLEIGH. the SWORDS

Imagine North trying to wrangle Charlie as he's climbing all over the place like "woah! cool! sweet!"

(he is taking notes for when it's his turn after Scott)

Sandy and Xander would be so excited bc someoNE ELSE WHO SPEAKS SAND LANGUAGE!

Blossom in bunnymund's lil place. Oh my god. Another Legate having a fucking blast and I think Bunny would be like OI GET BACK HERE DONT TOUCH ANYTHING WHILE I FIGURE A SHIT OUT and then she discovers the boomerangs and he's like "wow. time to teach. do i want a kit???" and it's all downhill from there (affectionate)

Toothiana thinks Myles is the cutest thing. He kids so squished. He also has a lot of mom trauma that gets dug up. I think they're both crying at one point. While he's being squished to death by Toothiana

So YEAH I have put a lot of thought into this, lmao. Would I ever write it? Idk! If I did I don't think I'd post it since it's more of a CS/RotG crossover and not totally a tsc one, espesh post series. BUT YEAH. It's my own personal guilty pleasure, my roman empire, if you will

[pop-punklouis]

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[bi-disaster-yn]

Going Away to College

Pairing: rockstar!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is scared about his girlfriend leaving him on the road to go to college and can only express this to her through song. (Inspired by Going Away to College by Blink-182)

Or the one where Billy & Eddie live, become best friends and Billy joins Corroded Coffin which becomes super famous and he writes this song for you!

A/N: The Billy sending Max polaroids thing is inspired by the fact Dacre and his sister have twin owls for when he’s away so she feels close to him bc I thought that was fuckin cute.

Billy couldn’t contain you forever.

He knew it even when you told him that you’d come on the road with him as Corroded Coffin was taking off a couple of years ago. It wouldn’t be long before you needed your mind stretched. Sure, tour life was cool and it only improved as the band got more famous but you needed something more substantial.

By the end of two years, you decided it was time for you to get your shit together and finally go to college.

Billy was happy for you, of course. It wasn’t the end of the relationship. It’s just that he had went and chased his dream with your support, now it was time for you to go and chase yours. There were the usual promises of seeing each other on any weekends you could fly out to see him; spring, summer and winter breaks; and he would come back from tour or recording when the schedule permitted.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified of not having you around. Eddie and the guys were fun but they always had their girlfriends with them. Billy was scared of getting lonely out on the road without you there to keep him warm at night.

Part of the enjoyment of touring the world was the making memories with you. Billy would take polaroids of you both at all of the world’s greatest landmarks and would write little notes on them. He sent the goofy ones to Max with postcards so she could feel close to you both and compiled a scrapbook of them all to show you when each tour was over.

He had kept the one of you both outside the Colosseum in Rome in his wallet because you were looking at each other and smiling in it. Rather than looking at the camera or the landmark with ancient prestigious history, you looked at each other with warmth and adoration. Without you, who was he going to share these moments with?

Still, he had to let you go.

He couldn’t get the words out to you about how he felt. It was funny; he could carve your name into his eye-wateringly expensive bass and be physically incapable of being anywhere near you without touching you. But talking to you to express his fear? Fuck, that was hard.

So, he did the only thing he knew how to do. He gathered a pen, a notepad and Eddie and sat down in a hotel room one day while you went sightseeing with Chrissy to write a song about his feelings.

Tonight was to be the night to premiere it, not only to the dedicated fans but to you. It was your last night on tour with them before leaving to start college.

To put it bluntly, Billy’s heart was in his stomach. Everything you did that day attracted his most stern fixation, savouring every moment of your presence before it was to be yanked away from him for months. Yet, he couldn’t find it in him to reveal this to you, despite your many attempts to get through to him.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, baby?” You asked him sweetly as he took his traditional final smoke before the show.

“Positive, princess.” He replied shortly, exhaling an opaque cloud of smoke that almost hid his anxiety-ridden features. Almost.

“You know, if you wanna talk about me leaving, then we can…” You started but Billy cut you off.

“Later. We’ll talk about it later.” He abruptly said, giving you a quick kiss and responding to Eddie hollering at him to move his ass. He brushed past you to join his bandmates, leaving you feeling disheartened.

It was like he didn’t care; never acknowledging your leaving and hardly excited anymore when you brought it up. The closer your leaving date approached, the more apathetic your Billy became. It made you fear the worst, as though your leaving for college was accelerating the inevitable demise of yours and Billy’s relationship.

It was a cruel kick in the teeth when you considered having put your life on hold for 2 years while he rose to his full potential with the band and you merely coasted along. You were certain that Billy had become a better person than that, but maybe you were wrong. Exchanging late night after parties for all night cramming sessions seemed a good idea at the time. Now, the concept of losing Billy made this all seem so bittersweet.

Sighing, you decided to just have one last good night on tour before you had to kiss this life – and Billy – goodbye. You folded your arms and joined Chrissy at your usual spot at the side of the stage to cheer them on.

The concert proceeded as usual; with the same set-list they had every night for this leg of the tour. You could recite the order of songs in your sleep.

Something was different that night. While Eddie would turn every now and then to wink at Chrissy and the others would do the same for their girlfriends, Billy did anything but look at you. It created a thick sensation of bile in your throat as you contemplated that he might be out there scanning the crowd for your potential replacement as his bunk buddy.

Billy was stoic and unlike his usual show-off performer self. Usually him and Eddie exchanged banter on stage or the band would challenge him to prove his status as keg king mid-performance (which he would always do and continue to be note-perfect on the bass afterwards). He was different tonight; he needed to be focussed so that your song would be perfect.

Towards the end of the set, which usually came the fan-favourite song from the debut album, Eddie addressed the crowd.

“Alright Chicago! Because you guys are just the best crowd ever – and no, I don’t say that every night, I really do mean it – we decided to mix it up a bit!” Eddie began.

“You see, Billy here, you guys know Billy, right?” Eddie asked, gesturing over to his blonde bandmate who waved to the crowd currently going crazy for him. It wasn’t a secret to you or Chrissy that Billy and Eddie were the members most popular with the ladies.

“Yeah, Billy’s girlfriend goes off to college tomorrow! Isn’t that sad?” The crowd responded with an overwhelming ‘awwwww’ to Eddie, hung on his every word. You narrowed your eyebrows, only now becoming aware of Chrissie’s sniggering next to you, clearly in on something that you weren’t.

“So, he wrote her a song, and we want to play it for you!” Eddie exclaimed enthusiastically. “Oh! And he’s gonna sing it for you!”

The crowd went wild with excitement as Billy and Eddie exchanged places on stage so that he could be centre stage. Your heart was thumping so hard in your chest that you were scared it might escape and your throat was so dry you couldn’t form a single word.

Not that your brain was doing much better at forming thoughts. It was like being in autopilot, staring at your boyfriend ready to take the lead. Billy never sang in the band – despite his being very good at it, only Eddie had the confidence and showmanship for that role.

Billy had written you songs before which you had always appreciated but singing them was a different ball-game. Clearly, he was about to make a real statement. The whole thing was all very overwhelming and heart-warming and surreal all it once.

“This one is for you, babe.” Billy said in a gruff voice, looking at you for the first time all night. Chrissy grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly and squealing eagerly for you. It was the first time since Eddie’s announcement that you actually felt your body move. Feet planted to the spot, you stared at Billy as he turned round to start the song.

It started with a simple guitar melody before exploding into a full band effort with the drums and bass. And then Billy started to sing:

“Please take me by the hand It's so cold out tonight I'll put blankets on the bed I won't turn out the light, just Don't forget to think about me And I won't forget you "I'll write you once a week", she said”

Somewhere in the first verse, although you weren’t quite sure where, tears started to fall from your eyes which blurred your vision. Still, you held Billy in your eyeline, just grateful to find out that you were wrong earlier and in actual fact that boy did care so very much that you were leaving.

“Why does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off? And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick-off Don't depend on me to ever follow through on Anything, but I'd go through hell for you, and

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.”

Billy’s confidence only increased as the song progressed and when he turned round to see you crying but with the biggest smile on your face, he knew his message was coming across. Swelling inside your chest, your heart felt as though it was about to burst. You knew that if it did then the pieces would be etched with Billy’s name and your love would be evident for all to see.

He had borne his soul for you tonight on that stage and whilst you had been desperate to see this for weeks, it occurred to you that this might just be the way Billy knew how. It made you wonder how he was able to cope with all of this couped up inside him for so long but it was no matter, he was getting his catharsis now.

“I'll think about the times She kissed me after class, and She put up with my friends I acted like an ass, I'd Ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer Is my picture still hanging in her locker?

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

During the instrumental bridge, Billy was quick to run off the stage with his bass slung by his side on its strap. Cupping your face in his big hands, he pulled you in for the most desperate but passionate kiss you two had ever shared. The tears still cascaded from your eyes but neither of you minded.

“I love you so fucking much, okay? Don’t you ever forget that.” He said to you when he finally pulled back, staring into your pretty crying eyes.

“I love you too.” You choked out.

“Okay, well, I gotta finish this song, I just needed you to know that. And, fuck! Promise me we’ll be okay? Like really promise it! We’re gonna survive this and we’re gonna be so happy, me and you. Right, princess?” Billy frantically asked, his nerves forcing his thoughts to come out all at once and unfiltered.

“We’re gonna be more than okay, baby.” You smiled widely at him and placed another soft peck on his lips with a giggle before pushing his chest away. “Now go! Finish this fucking beautiful song!”

Billy chuckled cheekily walking backwards out onto the stage and blowing you one last kiss which you caught with your hand. You kept it closed in your palm so that you might keep it forever.

Turning to the crowd with a victorious smile on his face, Billy got back into show-man mode and finished off his gorgeous love song.

“I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

[donald4spiderman]

Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

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You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

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Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

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There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Let’s say England has a long-term girlfriend he knows isn’t the biggest fan of marriage bc her family had been really really pushy (before she got the heck out of dodge) about her marrying + reproducing ASAP. How might he react if she came to him and said she was kinda starting to like the general concept of marrying him — that is, the whole ‘together forever’ bit. Thanks!

I confess darling that I have been trying to finish this prompt for well over a year, and I offer my sincerest apologies that it’s taken me this long to finish it. Still, despite my tardiness, I hope you enjoy, and I thank you for your patience with me.

You had never intended to fall in love, not with the constant push of your relatives to fall in line like a perfect child.

First, marriage to someone they deemed acceptable, raising the perfect 2.5 children, followed by quietly settling into parenthood and complaisant contentment until the day you last drew breath.

Truth of the matter was, you had avoided all chances of romance for the first few years after you moved away from home, carefully slipping away from anyone who seemed remotely interested in you.

You knew your folks would have disproved such behaviour had they learnt the truth, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. You had your own dreams to pursue, your own story to tell, your own life to live; you didn't need someone by your side to feel complete.

You were happy as you were, finding enjoyment in your work and figuring out your place in the world.

You didn’t need, or frankly want, anything more than that.

That was of course until you met him.

Falling in love with Arthur Kirkland had been a complete accident. He slipped past all of your defenses and took up residence in your heart as if he had always belonged there.

It started out slow enough; at first you simply knew him as a familiar face from the cafe in Waterstones, steaming cup of Darjeeling and a chocolate croissant sitting forgotten on the table in front of him, always too focused on his reading to pay any attention to the outside world. After one particularly crowded Sunday afternoon, he began to transition into your favorite dining companion, the two of you often taking turns paying for each other’s food. Slowly but surely, you began forgetting about your books, too wrapped up in conversation, and before you knew it-

You had come to love every part of him- the gentleman that you begrudgingly introduced to your parents, the rebellious and passionate activist, the cocky and playful little shit who had long ago memorised all the best ways to disarm you, and the ancient soul who cared so deeply, who still stretched himself thin most days in effort to protect each of his loved ones.

You fell in love with his voice, whispering sonnets and sonatas and sweet nothings in your ear while his arms cradled you from behind.

You fell in love with his eyes, still losing your footing sometimes when the light caught them just right, dreaming momentarily of summer forests and grassy glades and the misty dews of spring.

You fell in love with his smiles, from the satisfied grin at stirring up Peter’s ire to the breathless wonder each time you kissed or complimented him, to the bright, beautiful, blinding smile he wore when he was incandescently happy, his entire countenance iridescent from his joy.

You loved him completely- for his devotion, for his sweet gestures, for his damned impishness, for his wit, his sass, and the soft spoken affection.

You loved him: for his patience, for his recklessness, for his resilience, for his possessive pride that was somehow more charming than alarming.

He was unique, an enigma that, even after having lived together for years and dating even longer, kept you on your toes, his energy and random spouts of spontaneity proving to you that, even if you spent one hundred lifetimes with him, he would always remain a puzzle you would never fully solve.

And by God did you want to.

Arthur had stolen your heart away from you before you had even noticed he was close enough to take it, offering his own in its stead.

You had remained reluctant, confided in him your fears about settling down, how much you dreaded becoming trapped in a monotonous rut of tedium. He was quick to reassure you, showing through words and actions far more impassioned and teasing than he had ever shown prior, that an eternity with him could never be boring.

Even on quiet days, like today, with a steady drizzle painting the world in greys, Arthur humming quietly while adding another patch to his denim vest, and no other disturbance apart from the cat’s chittering at the robins playing in a puddle by the iron fence- Even now, you weren’t so much bored as you were pensive.

You had been thinking about a future with him a lot in the past few days, some irrelevant ad on your mobile about wedding venues catching your attention and slithering into the back of your mind.

What kind of wedding would he like? Would Arthur prefer something small and intimate, or would his hubris crave a larger venue, giving him yet another chance to prove to the world that he belonged at your side, no one else?  You couldn’t help but wonder if he would wear his uniform or a suit, if he would leave the rats' nest he called a hairstyle untouched, or if he would perhaps slick it back in that way that somehow made the normal rakishness disappear, a confident, refined cavalier standing in his place.

You knew of course that none of this mattered unless you actually talked to him first; as far as you were aware, he was content with the current arrangement, and he respected your views of marriage.

He had known, for a long time, just where the grim outlook stemmed from, and he never breached the subject again.

But now-

You had thought it was enough to hold his love, his faith, his vulnerabilities. But life was so fleeting, and now those few things were no longer enough.

You wanted to wake up every morning next to him, wanted the cheesy partners’ towel and flip flop sets. You wanted the physical reminder that you held his heart, the comforting reminder that he completely possessed your own. You wanted to be by his side forever, holding his hand through the good and the ill, facing new worlds and challenges and the uncertain future together.

You knew the risks, of course.

Marriage to a Nation carried an even heavier burden than the simple oath of “till death do us part.”

No, marrying Arthur would mean weaving your entire lives together, binding you on a spiritual level far surpassing mortality; it would mean sacrificing your chance to ever grow old, to eternally give yourself away: heart, mind, body, and soul.

But this was Arthur, who sang showtunes in the shower, who spent hours making silly faces at the cat, who was ridiculously competitive about Halloween costumes, the man who sat down and memorised the entirety of The Tempest in one night just for the bragging rights.

He already owned your heart, constantly invaded your thoughts and daydreams, and God knew he had long, long ago claimed your body, making certain not a single millimeter of his new territory went unexplored.

Would it really be so bad to give him your soul, too?

Glancing back up, seeing his eyes narrowed in concentration, his fingers handling the needle with expert precision, lips slightly parted, reading glasses fallen halfway down his nose-

You knew your answer.

It was always going to be Arthur for you, only Arthur.

Forever, should he have you.

But now you faced the challenge of telling him that.

It should be simple enough; you really held no more secrets from him, and he no longer bothered trying to hide anything from you. You loved how open you were with one another, cherished the honesty that served as the very foundation to your relationship.

But the truth was that you were terrified.

It had been so long since either of you had spoken of marriage, since the topic was even a thought in your minds, and-

What if he didn't want you anymore?

What if he-

"I can see the steam coming outta your ears."

The unexpected presence of Arthur's voice startled you, eyes darting back over to the very man who was unwittingly tormenting you.

He had barely moved from his earlier position, though his glasses had been pushed up into his hair and he was studying you curiously, if not bemusedly.

"You good there?"

By default, you nearly responded with an affirmative, some playful, lighthearted thing that would have dismissed his concern immediately. You cut yourself off mid-start, then, while shifting to sit properly in the armchair, you decided to push forward. "Can we talk?"

You watched as his expression shifted, revealing his concern as he tied off his thread, setting aside the patchwork and gestured for you to join him on the sofa.

There were a few awkward moments where you took up your favourite positions, Arthur tossing an afghan across the pair of you despite your insistence that you didn't need one, the flicker of a grin as you begrudgingly thanked him, and then shifting around as you both got comfortable, but soon enough-

"Alright, now; talketh at-eth me."

It was impossible to fight the smile his choice of words triggered, a reference to an inside joke so old now that you could scarcely recall its origin. Seeming to deem it a success, his own soft, reassuring smile greeted you.

"Seriously though, luv-" His hand came to rest atop your own, his fingers gently tapping a familiar rhythm against your skin. "What's troubling you?"

You were half-tempted to offer something short of sincerity, something innocuous and mundane that you could both laugh over and forget again within a few hours. Yet, you knew that if you didn't tell him now, didn't ask him now, you would never find the courage again.

"I've been thinking-"

"Ah. A scary premise in its own right."

"Oh, shut up," you retorted to his tease, smacking his arm for his troubles. He rewarded you with a grin, all fondness and mischief. Opting to ignore him, you pressed on, eyes downcast to avoid whatever judgement he may offer.

"As I was trying to say earlier, before I was so rudely interrupted-" The teasing fell off, and the worry crept back in. "I've been thinking. About us."

"O-oh?"

Were you not so consumed by your own anxieties, you would have noticed his stutter, would have seen the sudden tension in his posture, the fear in his eyes. As it was, you were completely oblivious to all of it, and made yourself continue at his prompting.

"I- I think I'm ready."

He mimed the word "ready" to himself, parroting it with utter befuddlement. "For wha-"

"I mean, I know I wasn't for such a long time, and-" Suddenly, you were off, half unhinged. Now that you had admitted the truth aloud, it was all rushing out of you, everything you had come to love about him, everything that-

A finger pressing firmly against your lips stopped you mid-tangent, and when you glanced up to find piercing, blazing emerald focused on you as if you were the very center of the universe, whatever remained of your ramblings disappeared entirely.

"What are you trying to say?"

A simple question, so easy to answer, yet it carried with it the weight of Infinities, demanding nothing save the truth, in its most basic state.

You were lost in his gravity, half-drowning in whatever this new feeling was. It was addicting, another riddle to be solved.

"Marry me."

Time stood still, the words weighing heavily in the space between you, now seemingly insurmountable despite being no more than mere decimeters.

Arthur showed no reaction, revealed no indication that he had even heard your plea, your query, your command, your request, and yet it echoed over and over in your own mind, the tone, the weight, the untimeliness-

Every facet- from your inflection to chosen tempo- crescandoed as an accusation, a mocking symphony that he would reject you, that you would be left with only the haunting strains of your ill-conceived proposal.

And yet-

There was a hesitation in his eyes, the face of a man who wanted wholeheartedly to believe what he had heard, but had been burned far too often in the past to dare allow himself hope.

"You-" His eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed as he studied you once more, only for the suspicion to disappear again almost immediately, disbelief swiftly taking its place. "You're serious?"

It was then that you finally read his nervousness, understood the strange emotion reflecting in his eyes.

You had lead him to a precipice, the vast Unknown before you both, and-

And he was just as fragile as you were, even if he was better at hiding it.

You gave his hand a light squeeze, hoping to ground you both, and offered him a nod. “If you’ll have me, anyway.”

His eyes flickered between your own, darting back-and-forth so quickly in search of a lie, of any doubts, of any hint that you were less than certain- yet you knew he would find none of that.

“What about your family?”

The question took you by surprise; in the moment, you had completely forgotten anyone else even existed.

You weighed his question carefully. Marrying Arthur would give your family leave to gloat in self-satisfaction, and you knew with absolutely certainty that they would hold it over your head for the next three decades. But looking into the eyes of the man before you, remembering all that you had already seen and done together, you found that others' opinions no longer mattered, really hadn't mattered in a long, long time.

“I couldn’t care less about them. Arth-”

Whatever you were going to say was forgotten as he closed the remaining distance between you, moving so swiftly that you scarcely had a moment to steady yourself before he captured you in a searing kiss, one of his most passionate by far.

Somehow, despite the suddenness of it all, the initial force, the intensity- 

He was being incredibly gentle, and moving slowly enough to almost be more a torment than a treat. Almost.

You found yourself lost in a daze when he finally pulled away, just enough for each of you to catch your breaths, just far enough that he could study you with rapt attention. You could have drowned in his eyes, endless greens magnetizing in their intensity. His hands were still cradling your cheeks, still holding you firmly in place, a not completely foreign expression creasing his features.

You couldn't quite place it, even as your memories shifted desperately in search of its mate.

"'If I'd have you?'" His words, a rhetorical refrain of your own mere moments earlier, were scarcely a shared breath between you, murmured in timbre so low it summoned a shiver. There was the smallest twitch of his lip, his head tilting ever so slightly as more of that damned deviousness made its presence known. "I fully intend to have you regardless, luv. But the formality of it all certainly adds a particular je ne sais quoi, wouldn't you agree?"

You'd be damned if he knew just how that made your heart flutter, if he knew just how much weight that reassurance had lifted from your shoulders.

Carefree, content, you offered a playful smile. "Till death do us part then?"

Arthur no longer bothered trying to restrain his smile, soft and sincere in a way that left you breathless. "I'll love you till even the stars go cold, my dear."

Thanks for reading~

[metallicamunson]

hi! i’d love to request a cedric smut :0 you can take it whatever way you want, but maybe something in the prefects bathroom / a bath bc we know our boy loves that

thank you so much babie!

Dusk Till Dawn (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

Okay, just wanted to start this off by saying I’m a huge fan of your work, lovely! 😭 So I hope this isn’t to bad and it does your request justice, haha🤍

Word Count: 2,663 (I got carried away, oops)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Fluffy sex, Praising kink (if you squint), I can not emphasize how much fluff there is lol, Kissing, Cursing.

Summary: One where Cedric takes his girlfriend for a soak in the prefects bathroom.

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If there is one thing that the students at Hogwarts never thought they would see, is Cedric Diggory be in a committed relationship. The school’s golden boy had never shown any particular interest to anyone, mostly because quidditch and his studies were his main priority. Sure there was Cho last year, but it never went beyond a friendship after the yule ball.

It wasn’t until that spring of his sixth year that he became particularly intrigued by a certain girl that spent a lot of her time in the library reading muggle novels. When he first laid eyes on her, he was in search of a book that would help him with his transfiguration essay. His fingers danced along the spines of the books as his eyes darted back and forth between the titles. Just as he had found the text he was looking for, he heard a small giggle coming from the other side of the shelf.

Grabbing the book from the shelf, he casually wandered into the next aisle. He’s met with a girl that’s about the same age as him, her lips curved into a smile. She was leaning against the shelf with her chapter book in her hands, eyes scanning the page eagerly. He was immediately captivated by her beauty, taking in her features for what felt like hours. He could have sworn his heart stopped when she looked up, and her eyes met his. He felt the heat start to creep on his cheeks when he realized he had been staring at her all this time.

He turned to walk away, too embarrassed to say anything, for once being at a loss for words.

“I at least expected a hello after staring at me that long,” she hummed as she folded the corner of the page that she was on and closed it.

“I- sorry,” Cedric chuckled, turning around to face her once more. By now, he was sure his face was a cardinal shade.

“It’s fine,” she giggles. “I’m (Y/n),” she extended her hand out.

“Cedric,” he responds as he shakes her hand.

“I know.” She notices him raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh please, your the school’s golden boy; are you really surprised I know who you are.”

He mentally slapped himself on the face when he felt his face grow hotter than it was. Why the hell was he so nervous around her. How had he never noticed her before now?

“You’re a lot quieter than I thought.” (Y/n) takes her bag that previously sat on the floor over her shoulder.

“What are you reading?” He coughs, trying to direct the attention from himself.

“Oh- just a muggle book that my mum sent me,” she stands next to him, showing him the cover. “A lot of muggle students read it when they get to ‘high school.’”

“The great gatsby?” He questions.

“Yeah, it’s a fascinating novel; I’ve almost finished it; I can lend it to you afterward if you like?”

He went to tell her that he’s not particularly fond of reading but couldn’t bring himself to do it upon seeing her expression. “That’d be great.”

“Cool, listen, I have a class in a few, but it was nice talking to you,” she grins as she walks towards the entrance of the library.

From that day on, Cedric found himself meeting the girl in the library to exchange muggle books. And while he hated reading, he put up with it because she loves it. Undoubtedly, (Y/n) knew this, and she found it quite sweet that he did this for her. She decided she would put him out of his misery and came empty-handed on one of their meetings.

“So what am I reading this week?” The Hufflepuff questions as he sits next to her in their usual spot.

“Nothing, I think I should stop giving you books to read.”

He felt his heart sink; did she want to stop talking to him. He racked his brain for anything that he might have said that made the girl not want to speak to him again.

“I can tell you don’t like reading as much as I do.” she smiles, nudging her shoulder against his. “How about I read the books, and you just pretend to listen to me rant about them.”

“Deal. I thought you were trying to get rid of me for a second there,” he lets out a breath of relief.

“Don’t be silly. I’ve grown quite fond of you, Diggory.”

“Is that so?” Cedric smirks.

“Don’t push it,” she gives him a knowing look, pointing her pointer finger at him.

And anyone that was there to see their little interaction knows that their friendship would become something more.

Throughout summer, the pair kept in touch, sending each other owls. Cedric told her all about his days with his family and (Y/n) about her holidays with her family in London. Those letters are what they both look forward to on most days- although neither one of them would admit that.

At the start of their seventh year, the first person Cedric searched for is the girl herself. Finally, among the dozens of students, he spotted her across the hall. Almost as if on cue, she meets his eyes that showed nothing but joy. Running towards him, he picked her up in his arms, spinning her around, before putting her down.

“I missed you, Ced,” (Y/n) beams as she wraps her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

“Me too, bub,” he grins down at her.

With that, the rumors began. The word had spread that Cedric Diggory was off the market. Much to the dismay of many girls that thought they had a chance. The two simply shrugged it off any time anyone mentioned it, but deep down, they knew their feeling for one another.

It was a snowy December morning when (Y/n) decided enough was enough. She would push her fear of rejection aside and tell him once and for all. She saw him standing alone at the quidditch pitch, his back facing her. She confidently marches over to him, tapping him on the shoulder when she’s close enough.

“Hey, bub-”

She cuts him off mid-sentence, “I like you… like more than a friend type of thing. I don’t know when it happened, but I fell for you, Diggory. It’s been eating me alive these past few weeks, and I need to come clean. Now, if you’re going to reject me, do it nicely because I’m a lot more-”

Cedric cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers while one of his arms wrap around her waist. The other cradling her face as his lips mold against hers.

“I like you too… in a more than a friend type of thing.” He chuckles, pulling away from her to look into her eyes.

And that’s how they made their relationship official. That same day they walked hand in hand into the great hall, confirming what everyone already knew.

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As their seventh year was coming to an end, the couple found themselves wanting to spend more time with each other. And if that means breaking a few rules, then so be it.

“Are you sure we won’t get caught” (Y/n) whispers as she follows her boyfriend down the dark corridor. The only source of light coming from Cedric’s wand.

“We’ll be fine,” he reassures her as they turn a corner leading to the fifth floor. He checks to make sure no one is around before he pulls the nervous girl down one last hall. He comes to an abrupt stop when they’re in front of their destination.

The girl watches her boyfriend whisper to the door before them, his hand never leaving hers. The door opens with a slight creak, causing (Y/n)’s fretfulness to amplify.

“Ced, what if someone heard that. Maybe we should go back-”

The Hufflepuff rolls his eyes, pulling the girl into the room before she could continue her rambling. The door shuts behind them, leaving the couple in silence. The two move further into the room, standing by the foaming water.

Cedric cups her cheek and leans down to press his lips against hers. Their lips move against one another as the girl threads her fingers through his hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs, moving his lips down her neck, pressing delicate kisses against her skin.

“I love you, too,” she gasps, craning her neck back to allow more access to her boyfriend. Any nerves she previously had disappeared into the air.

A light hue of purple beings to form on the sensitive skin as he sucks on the flesh. After a few seconds, he is pulling away to admire the lovebite he has left on his lover.

“Can I- “ he gestures towards the silky white robe that the girl wore.

(Y/n) bites her lip in anticipation as her boyfriend pulls on the string of the robe. The girl shrugs off the silky material once the knot has come undone, leaving her in her chosen attire. Cedric’s eyes widening slightly at the angelic sight before him.

“I got a couple of lingerie sets during Christmas break,” the girl whispers, the heat beginning to creep on her cheeks. “Thought you might like it. I hope it’s not too much.”

“You look gorgeous, my love,” he breathes out, running his fingers on the white lace that adorns her breasts. He pulls one of the straps of the bra down, running his lips against her shoulder. Moving his hand behind her back, he unclips the material in one swift movement. (Y/n)’s heart rate increases as the boy lets the lace fall onto the ground. The cool air mixed with her excitement causes the buds of her breasts to harden.

Cedric pulls off the white t-shirt that he wore, throwing it alongside her clothes. Taking a step forward, he wraps an arm around his girlfriend’s waist and leans down, wrapping his lips around one of her buds.

(Y/n) moans as she runs her hands through his locks, tugging on the roots when he gently bites down on the sensitive area. He takes his time with her, making sure to leave a few more marks behind. He hooks his fingers on the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift movement, letting them pool around her ankles.

“Babe, please no teasing,” she mewls, moving her free hand to untie the string of his pajama pants.

“So needy for me,” he chuckles, stepping back to push down the two remaining pieces of clothing he wore. “Bet this all you’ve been thinking about all day.”

All the girl can do is whine in response as she waits for her boyfriend to make the next move. Cedric resumes his position with his arms around her, instructing her to jump. With her legs now wrapped around his waist, he proceeds to move them into the water.

“Sneaking out after curfew doesn’t seem like such a bad idea now, huh?” the dusky-haired boy murmurs, rubbing his hands down the girl’s back.

“For a prefect, you’re fairly naughty,” (Y/n) grins down at him, with her hands resting on his shoulders, a few bits of foam lathering her hands.

He shakes his head, bringing his hand to the back of her head to pull her down for another kiss. The warmth of the bath winding down any stress that they might have been feeling. The girl bites down on Cedric’s bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from him. The two indulge in one another’s touch for a few minutes, letting their lips do the talking.

“Please, Ced,” she breathes out against his lips, pressing her chest against his. Her hips moving involuntarily against him as her need for him grows by the second.

The boy moves one of his hands between them, pressing his fingers against her bundle of nerves, (Y/n) throws her head back, her mouth forming an o-shape as moans leave her lips. He continues to toy with her clit finding pleasure in seeing his girl wither under his touch.

“Does that feel good, my love?” he questions as his fingers quicken in pace.

“Yes,” she whines, her grip on his shoulders tightening when she feels the knot in her stomach begins to form.

“Come for me, bub.”

“Fuck Ced-” she squeals, her thighs clench against her boyfriend’s waist. She buries her face into his neck as her high overtakes her. He continues to work his fingers against her as she comes down from her blissful orgasm.

“So pretty, you did so well for me,” he whispers into her ear. “Think you can give me another one?” he breathes, causing the girl to shiver against him.

She nods, pressing a sloppy kiss on his neck, moving her arms; so they wrap around his neck. He lifts her slightly so he can press his hardened shaft against her. He grins as he teases her by running the tip up and down her entrance.

“Babe…” she whines, pouting down at him, attempting to push her hips down on him.

Cedric sends her a devilish grin before he sheathes himself completely inside his girlfriend, deciding he has teased her enough. The pair let out a string of moans, their hands lacing with one another’s.

“I’ll never get tired of this feeling,” he pants, working his hips against hers. The water surrounding them makes a ‘slooshing’ sound with their movements. “I’ll never get tired of loving you.”

“You can be so cheesy sometimes,” (Y/n) giggles as she pushes the wet strands of hair out of his face.

Cedric scoffs, squeezing her hip playfully. He sends a particular thrust that causes (Y/n) to throw her head back in ecstasy. Her hands press firmly on his shoulders once more as she returns his thrusts with just as much need.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” Cedric groans, burying his face into her neck, his cheeks burning red at this point. He feels her walls tighten around him, indicating that she was close to her second orgasm of the night.

“I’ll never get tired of loving you, Ced,” she whimpers, pulling on the hairs on the nape of his neck. The boy hums in content knowing that she loves him on the same level that he does.

The couple continues their sinful actions before (Y/n) is coming undone around her boyfriend. She lets out a high pitch moan as she rocks her hips against his to ride out her orgasm.

“Gonna cum,” Cedric grunts, pressing her down on him firmly, shooting his load inside of her. He pants as he comes down from his high, taking (Y/n)’s face between his hands so he can press his lips on hers.

The girl lays her head against his chest, not caring about the suds of soap that were all over them. The two remain silent, letting their breathing come back to normal. Cedric plays with the strands of wet hair that are now sticking to her skin.

“J’ai aimé jusqu’à atteindre la folie. Ce que certains appellent la folie, mais ce qui pour moi, est la seule façon d’aimer.” The boy breaks the silence.

(Y/n) peaks up at him as a tired grin appears on her face. He had just recited a quote from a french book she was reading. “I thought you hated reading?”

“Somewhere along the way, I grew quite fond of it.” He hums, smiling down at her. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up before we do get caught.”

Once they had cleared all traces of their activities and got dressed, they made their way down the dark corridor once more. Their hands laced together as (Y/n) whispered about her novels as Cedric listened attentively. For he’d listen to her speak about thousands of books if it meant she was happy.

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(“I have loved to the point of madness. That which some call madness, but which to me, is the only way to love.”) - Translation of what Cedric said.

Masterlist

[nikatyler]

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙

What a year this has been. All I can say is I hope we won’t be getting 2020 pt. 3. But now, let’s talk about what you’ve seen on this blog this year, shall we?

𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪

Gen 6 came back after a long absence in 2020. We watched as Regan healed from her Isla Paradiso experience. Miracle was still alive at this point. Well, on the blog at least, she died in my game in early February. On her birthday, actually.

𝕗𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪

February was totally Regan and Wynona’s month. And, not pictured here, but in ts4, I played a lot with the Paranormal stuff pack in my random gameplay save. I still have that save, I just don’t play it anymore, usually I just use it to try new outfits for my sims.

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February was her mothers’ month, March was Addie’s month. I’m surprised she was a child by the end of it. We had to say goodbye to the gen 5 couple (truly the end of an era). As for the other things I did here, outside of the legacy posts, I let Ross grow some facial hair, I tried making cc (and even released a simple edit of the vampire earring) and I was rebooting Ravens, but just in cas. I said this in the previous post but I’m not sure if Ravens will actually come back as a legacy. It’s fun to take pictures of them from time to time though.

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Not much was happening in April, I think I was just reposting gen 3 of NSB before starting Claudia’s gen. I played my random gameplay save a lot. Caleb is bi now, we talked about that in another post...oh, I celebrated five years of Roses! Well, celebrated is a strong word, but it’s just crazy to me that I’ve had one sims family for so long.

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Exciting stuff. I changed my username. To be fair, I never really vibed with Ronnie anyway, and even when I used it in a sentence, it was to mock myself. I genuinely liked shortening it to Ron though, I felt like that fit me. Much to think about. We’re not gonna unpack that though and we’re gonna stick to Nika, which really suits me the best.

Obviously, this was a grey gen month, Claudia moved to the city and the city was glitching out and it made me murder Brytani Cho, Vi my beloved was born, but my random gameplay save was fun too. Fun and also frustrating. This happened and then he went and had twins. And I don’t like them and it might be one of the reasons why I don’t really play that save anymore lol sorry.

OHHHH and at the end of the month, on May 28, I started my lepacy! Beginning of an era. I think that’s what really defined my 2021 on simblr, tbh. I have so much fun with this save.

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Vi grows up, Claudia’s evil clone steals her girlfriend, but that’s okay because then that leads to Claudia finding her one true love, and the weekends belong to the lepacy! I’m so glad that this is how I decided to post it. I hate having to wait for months to show you what I did in the game. I can’t talk about it, and then when I can and you’re excited about it, often time I’m not as excited anymore and it sucks. Also, doing it this way allowed me to announce a BC with the boys, which is really my simming highlight of this year. That was a fun week. And I still can’t believe I completed it in a week.

Anyway, June, pride month! I did a lot of pride posts that I’m still, well, proud of. They turned out really nice.

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Vi moves to Oasis Springs and has to say goodbye to his best friend, more goodbyes are said when Sunset and Dawn decide it’s time to go, and as for the lepacy, Clementine cheats on Duncan with daddy Goth. Yes we’re still calling him daddy Goth, fight me. This is also the month I played the BC and as I’ve said already, I had a blast.

𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥

Claudia’s generation ends, but honestly, it ended a while back already, then Vi came and stole the spotlight. He was a teenage disaster, almost died in the jungle, but then he didn’t and had to take this terrible selfie. Anyway, the focus is shifting to the lepacy. After Vi, Ember takes over the blog.

𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

...he takes over and then takes off to go on his adventures, steal treasures, fight mummies and find love! I loved it. I’ll repeat myself but World Adventures is a great pack. Vi returns for the weekends, and he reunites with a certain someone...and it kind of doesn’t always go well. Oh and in September, I slowly but surely started working on the gen 4 story, yes *the* story that I’ve been talking about for literal years. I haven’t worked on it since October, but we’re gonna blame uni for that, it’s not discontinued, I just don’t have time or energy.

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣

We have another set of triplets! :) I’m in pain. Even though I love these guys a lot. I’m in pain once more because Vi is once again a disaster. And Roses (as in, the legacy) return for one last time. Some of my best 2021 posts are from October, I had so much fun doing all those Halloween prompts.

𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

Honestly, these last two months, with a huge portion of October, are kind of a blur and feel like just one Very Long Month. Again, blame uni. I was probably at my worst this month and it shows because I can’t really say much about what was happening, the November part of the Very Long Month is the blurriest. Anyway, Ember’s adventures are over and it’s time for the BC! As for Roses, we kinda come full circle as the final heir meets the founder. I almost cried when that happened, it was so cute.

𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

And we’re at the end! December was a bit kinder to me, but still, I don’t remember much, it’s all just anxiety and stress and wanting to yeet myself to another world. The BC continues. Roses come to an end. I take a lot of Christmas/winter themed pictures. I bought The Sims Medieval, 10/10 would recommend.

Sooo yeah, this year was quite something. It feels like a fever dream. I really hope the next one will be kinder to all of us. I wish you only the best things in 2022. But maybe we’ll all be happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time, and it’ll be miserable and magical and -- yeah I’ll stop.

Happy new year, everyone!

[urmomsmainbitch]

midnight love

based on midnight love by girl in red

requested: yes / no

pairing: eleven hopper x reader

warnings: cheating, very angsty, maybe internalized homophobia bc eleven won't accept it to herself??, omg this hurt to write

word count: 0.8k

a/n: i'm counting this as a full fic even though it's not even a thousand words. i feel like it's too long to be a blurb, but too short to be a fic, if that makes any sense?? anyways, hope you enjoy, and realize that there's no way that eleven is completely straight.

“Mike’s not here now,” El explained, her voice slurred and giggly, nearly whispering into the phone. “He won’t find out, Y/N/N, I promise, just come over really quickly.” She flopped down on her bed, and you heard her breathing change as she flipped over on her back, fixing her pillow behind her head. Jesus, the girl could almost see her smile from the other side of the line. “He hasn’t found out for six months now, lovey, he won’t find out now. Just come and watch a movie and hold me. I just need you right now.”

Why did she need to make this so hard?

Six months now, Jesus Christ. This has been going on for six months now. Practicing kissing, ways to hold each other, calling each other ‘baby’ and ‘lovey’ and baking cupcakes once Hopper had fallen asleep and Mike had long left. Six long painful months filled with late night bike rides and early morning picnics, running through fields hand in hand, and falling asleep on her shoulder during movie nights.

Six months of her spring fresh laundry detergent clinging to your pants and sweatshirts and hair ties; six months of blushing and smiling while covering up large bruises on necks before holding each other and adding more to the collection with smiles and giggles; six months of running around in secret behind Mike Wheeler’s back with his gorgeous girlfriend who treated her like a queen.

“I’m not sure, El.”

“Why not?” Her voice sounded like a kicked puppy, thick with dejectedness. Of course she wouldn’t understand what it was like to genuinely love someone and watch them snuggle up to someone else during movie nights, and kiss, and hold out in the daylight in front of everybody. To not have to worry about being hurt or made fun of, or God forbid disowned because of wanting to love someone the way you know how. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t understand.

But it seemed as if it were her fault, in a way. Almost. Not something that was incredibly noticeable at a first glance, but rather something that might take a few days, or a few weeks, or even a few months to realize and to understand. A willingful ignorance surrounded her like a cloud.

Perhaps it was Mike’s subtle comments about the couples on television and on Elton John, or the way that she noticed how Will would always seem to tuck himself away whenever she and Mike always seemed to be around. Maybe she knew that the other girl loved her, so deeply, so purely, and so damn unconditionally, and just decided to go with the option that was easier.

Eleven might have thought that it was easier for her to keep her love in the dark -- unbeknownst to the rest of the party. Eleven might have thought that it was easier to live her life with Mike, kiss him sometimes, spend the rest of his life with him while keeping close to her best friend.

Who knows, maybe this girl was the love of her life, not Mike, but maybe she just needed to kiss her and say goodbye. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t sit there alone with Mike Wheeler for the rest of her life, rotting, and never being able to hold her again.

Eleven pulled the covers over her body, pressing the phone to her head as she turned the lights off. She exhaled slowly, keeping nice and quiet while she waited for the girl to respond. “Hey, are you still there? Mike’s not going to find out, lovely. Hop is out until later tonight with Will’s mom, and he won’t care.” Wearing her sweatshirt and her pants, and the gorgeous gifted blanket pulled to her ears. “Hey?”

“I can’t do this anymore, Ellie,” the girl spilled out at once, and Eleven could hear the tears leaking from her eyes. “I can’t keep being your second choice, lovey, I just can’t sit here. I’m sorry, but it’s him or it’s me, and I know that it’s going to be him, El, I just know--” She cut herself off, taking a shaking breath.

Eleven’s heart cracked. She knew that this wasn’t meant to last, but some small part -- some tiny little part of her that didn’t want to care about what other people thought, who wanted to shout out, “I love her!” and “I don’t want to live my life with someone other than you because you’re everything to me!” wanted this to last forever.

It was a dream of hers, to be able to live out her days with someone other than Mike Fucking Wheeler who walked her home every night and gave her different sweatshirts and held her and kissed her better when she cried.

She just wished that she didn’t have to wake up so soon.

[likeshipsonthesea]

dex, team bicycle

the following bullet fic has been in my drafts for over a year now and tonight i remembered it existed, read it, and decided to post it. why? who knows. don’t ask questions. just ~enjoy~

so i got an ask about how anon trusts me implicitly when it comes to writing bc they believe that dex is the team bicycle and eventually ends up with nursey and thinks i’m down with that too and tbh they ain’t wrong so like

here’s a bullet fic instead of me doing any of the work i SHOULD REALLY FUCKING BE DOING okie

first things first here’s the dealio this is crack-ish but also not so crackish that my dumbass couldn’t see it happening so let’s just suspend some disbelief and have a good time

first time dex hooks up with a teammate it’s not at a kegster

maybe a little later he’s a little too tipsy at a kegster not really knowing his own tolerance for tub juice yet and he’s dancing, a little more white boy than maybe one would like but he’s having fun with it and that’s half the game, and he’s sweaty and maybe some glitter from other dancers has rubbed off on him and he’s glittery and shining and he catches someone’s eye across the room (holster, i’m thinking holster) and holster sees him and thinks fuck and dex is maybe really into how big holster is and just like follows him up to the attic when holster grabs his wrist and pulls because why not--

but this is not about that (at least not yet) this is about how dex, new to samwell and ncaa hockey and everything, wants to be the best he can be in everything so naturally he goes to the best person to help him with every thing (for school he gets tutors and goes to tutorials and goes to all the profs’ office hours, for social stuff maybe he trails ransom around idk (that’s for later)) but for hockey he obviously goes to the person you go to when you need help with hockey

jack

LOOK OKAY I GET IT ZIMBITS FOR LIFE BUT HEAR ME OUT

jack likes hockey. jack likes people who like hockey. jack likes when people are really into hockey

so when the little angery frog that seemed real appreciative of his butt on hazeapalooza comes to him with this frowny face determination asking how he can be the best player he can be, a part of jack’s brain that’s very quiet and seldom acknowledged goes “huh.”

and maybe they start meeting up for their own practices, practicing drills and plays so dex can get his speed up and reaction time down and just get better and jack’s benefiting from it too in a way, like trying to help a defensive player makes him have to switch up his thinking about things a bit and it’s helping his defensive play on the ice

and so this goes on for a bit and maybe they build up some inside jokes in between all the intensity and maybe there’s some playful moments in the locker room when they bump arms or throw a few chirps around and it’s cute okay and not too serious, jack isn’t in love with the kid (he’s a kid, lord, okay a lil problematic but if y’all know anything about my oc luke dex has Problems with Authority figures so whatever)

but the truth is jack doesn’t really have many people he’d be comfortable “relieving some stress” with, like there’s shitty but he’s ridiculously straight, and Camila went and got herself a girlfriend so that’s no longer a thing, and dex is there and eager and fun and

and long story short they end up fucking in the locker room oops

it doesn’t happen too many times after that, maybe once on a roadie, a few times at the haus. it’s fun, not in a laughing way or whatever, but it’s casual and it’s nice to get off and it doesn’t make jack any more anxious and dex is probably working through some issues he has with tall dark haired captains and they both get something good out of it, which is the point, anyway

and it ends maybe before winter break, either jack decides to focus on the nhl and his thesis and dex totally understands or dex realizes that maybe his thing with dark haired captains isn’t completely healthy and ends things but either way it’s nbd and no one on the team ever really knows, though it’s not like they lie about it either but who’s gonna ask, right?

and so dex and jack were fuckbuddies. for a time. noice.

now let’s return to that kegster scene, hmm?

so the way i picture it is dex hooks up with holster at a kegster, realizes it probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’s ever had but doesn’t completely freak out because holster’s a relaxed kind of guy, dex is sure it won’t get nuts

meanwhile holster wakes up freaking out because he just fucked ransom’s frog and that is so not cool so then he panics and avoids ransom and dex for like a week and then decides okay okay it’s not a big deal he just won’t tell anyone, it won;t happen again, it’s fine

and then he walks in on dex hooking up with ransom and he’s like Wow Okay So the Fine Thing Didn’t Work Out Huh

turns out while holster was freaking out ransom was really mopey about it and dex, not really knowing how to fix it, tried to comfort him and ended up... in bed

look this version of dex is a little thotty and knows like two ways of comforting people and he didn’t think getting drunk in the middle of the day was a good idea

and so long story short after some brief HUHs going around dex ends up hooking up with both ransom and holster for a bit (sometimes both at once!) and eventually the both-at-once-stuff makes ransom and holster actually acknowledge the feelings they’ve mostly been ignoring since their frog year and they explain this to dex who’s like okie bc he’s really only there bc they’re both hot and so ransom and holster get together and dex sometimes helps them out on date nights and that’s about it

lbr tho they never tell anyone how they actually got together bc they would never live it down so they say nothing and dex doesn’t either bc it’s not his relationship and the world goes on never knowing

so now we’re getting into the middle of spring term dex’s frog year and he’s kind of maybe sort of acknowledged that he has some kind of emotions about nursey that aren’t helpful so he’s attempting to repress real hard, but he’s also learning to repress less about other things, specifically his enjoyment of baking.

yup. you guessed it.

Bitty.

so he starts helping bitty in the kitchen A Lot, and sometimes they talk and sometimes they don’t and sometimes they talk about important things but most of the time they don’t, but at this stage in bitty’s life he is crushing very hard on a certain dark haired captain and that’s kind of really apparent in, like, everything he does so it takes dex maybe two weeks to realize what’s going on

and okay so it’s a little awkward bc 1-the fuckbuddies thing but also bc 2-dex knows how it feels to have feelings for a friend and it kind of sucks like a lot and he wants to make bitty feel better and yeah maybe this is another case of dex being bad at comforting people with his clothes on

but maybe also one day they’re talking about relationships/being gay idk something and bitty maybe casually (southern euphemistically) mentions that he’s never, erm, never quite, uh, never  done the dirty with a boy and maybe he sounds a lil embarassed about it idk and dex’s I Can Fix That brain switches on and he says, “I can help.”

and bitty’s like. what.

dex blushes and clears his throat and says it again. “i can help. i’ve, uh, done it before, and i can, like. show you.” then he pauses and, very uncasually, says, “casually.”

bitty, also pink at his point because he’s a sweet southern boy who doesn’t speak of such things, asks, “you’d be willing to do that?”

dex nods. he does not say that he’s done something like that before. he very pointedly does not say that.

and bitty, well, he’s pining and he’s been at college for a year and a half and the most action he’s ever gotten was with that boy who puked on his shoes and, you know, he came to samwell so that he could be who he is and maybe this is a way he can prove to himself that he is being true to himself.

it also doesn’t hurt that dex is v pretty, okay, bitty loves a boy with big shoulders and freckles.

and so dex and bitty start hooking up.

it’s somewhat like my The Arrangement fic where dex is sort of “showing bitty the ropes” but bitty, lbr, he’s a quick learner and he did his research so it very quickly just becomes hooking up for the sake of it

and it’s good. like. really good and both of them are benefiting from having someone to escape from their ~feelings~ in and bitty’s more comfortable in sexuality (like, his sexuality not his gayness ya feel me?) and everyone’s having a great time

then they lose the playoffs and emotions run high and bitty realizes how decimated he’s going to be by jack leaving and they don’t really have a conversation about it (let’s be real, neither of these boys talk about their feelings, at least not at this point) but dex goes home that summer with the understanding that he and bitty are no longer doing the thing, and that’s okay with him, really, because maybe now his feelings for nursey are becoming More of A Thing Than He Was Hoping They Would

of course bitty gets with jack at this time, so he’s kind of through the roof, and if, maybe, they have a conversation about their ex’s/past lovers and find they have.. more things in common than expected, well, at the least it’s a bit of a laugh and at the most well. let’s just say sometimes a ginger is mentioned in their bed WHATEVER OKAY MOVING ON

dex comes back in the fall ready to suppress the fuck out of his emotions and play some damn good hockey and who appears but this super eager tadpole

this now plays out as the first two chapters of my The Arrangement fic, though i guess now for canonical reasons whiskey ends up with lax bro and not tango, but that’s alright, we’re good at working on our feet here

for those who haven’t read the fic, dex shows whiskey how to gay sex while simultaneously gaining his trust and encouraging him to bond with the team and for personal reasons whiskey is a little shit but not as much of an asshole as he was in canon (look i love the guy but he’s a dick) and anyway go read my fic it’s good i promise #selfspon moving on

the latter half of dex’s sophomore year is spent mostly Not Pining for nursey and getting closer to him, friend wise, until the whole dib-flip, living together situation occurs, dex has a Freak Out, and ruins things a little

..this is getting off track, but long story short, his captains kiss each other on live tv and dex’s family starts to suspect that all those rumors that drifted around him in high school may have more truth to them than they’d been hoping and dex has a less than great summer break, coming back to school in the opposite of a good mindset

nursey also has a not great break (his parents are fighting, then he comes to school and breaks his wrist and can’t play hockey) and well we all know where this ends up

this leaves dex in a very mopey gross state and who to help someone feel better in their time of need than the sweetest little waffle you’ve ever seen in your life?

yes, it’s time for Hops.

now, this is a rather short lived affair, but over thanksgiving break, the entirety of the haus goes home to their families except for dex (who says he can’t deal with bus fare, and begs off any offers of help) and hops, who technically isn’t in the Haus, but stays there for the break while his parents are on a work trip during the holiday

dex ends up finding out just exactly how College Hockey Boy hops is when he almost burns the kitchen down trying to make a grilled cheese and dex decides then that he has to help this boy learn how to human, so they spend the first two days together with dex teaching hops all the basic skills dex thinks someone should know

this is included but not limited to: how to cook without making fire, how to change the oil in your car, how to hotwire a car, how to fix various different appliances, how to take the optimal notes, how to basic code, and how to sort and do your laundry

hops is enjoying the crash course (kid is just grateful to finally know where the detergent goes in a washer) but also, like, lbr. watching someone be competent in a thing--esp a thing you are yourself not good at--is a giant turn on, and so after two days of watching dex be really good at adulting, they settle onto the couch after doing the dishes and hops just gets on his knees and--

we aren’t smutting here on good christian tumblr but boy. hops is an eager kid.

anyway they spend a week fucking and then stop because hops falls in love with a girl in his intro class and then spends the next two months asking dex for advice on how to woo her, even though obviously chowder would be a better bet.

then comes the playoffs and everything is heating up and they’re on roadies nearly every weekend, still keeping up with their coursework, and it’s A Lot, and dex is really feeling it this year, especially with all the shit bitty’s been getting, and one night, on a roadie, he and bully get back to their room and dex collapses with a groan on the bed and bully, chill as anything, is like. “you seem pretty stressed. wanna fuck?”

and, you know what? dex is still his thotty (though more mature) self and he’s like, life sucks a little right now, why not get off

and so he does.

he and bully hook up through the playoffs and into the post-season (that post-final game sex is A Lot my dudes lemme tell you) but then dex gets elected captain and something twisty in his chest tells him that he should not be fucking someone on the team, especially not an underclassman, when he’s got that authority over him, and so he breaks it off with bully

who is pretty chill about it, since he’s bully, though he does miss the sex. the sex was p good.

and, to be quite honest, that’s it. dex wouldn’t fuck any of the baby frogs for the same reason he broke it off with bully (also ngl the senior-freshman thing doesn’t do it for him anymore) and so dex goes through his senior year of college without having any fuckbuddies--his first year of college so far, actually, where he doesn;t

the end

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lol jk he and nursey start hooking up and it’s a Whole Bundle of emotions

in keeping with the rest of the fuck buddies, dex thinks that this is just like all the other times and nursey has no reason to think dex wants anything more and like. the sex is good, like very good, and neither of them are complaining per se but they’re also in love and haven’t said anything, and i imagine there are some ill-timed confessions prior to the final game of the playoffs and then they win another ncaa championship title and have sex in a janitor’s closet (but like,, emotional sex) and they live happily (thottily) ever after

i also like to imagine that there’s a point somewhere down the line when they all meet up for a reunion and something happens-- probably ransom and holster get a lil tipsy and finally tell the truth of how they got together-- and everyone basically does the spider-man meme but with “wait-you had sex with dex? i had sex with dex” and nursey--who knows bc dex told him when they finally got together-- is just sitting there all smug with his arm around a steadily reddening dex bc he’s fucking proud of the fact that everyone knows exactly how good his boyfriend is in bed

[althephie]

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

to 100-0

like so sad

do i feel bad for doing this to yall yes. but i am curel to myself too! so have fun!

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

- akaashi took advantage of his childhood friend y/n knowingly, and ghosted her for someone else.

I got my driver's license last week

her e/c looked out of the front of her car watching herself drive past down her street.

Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me

the female could feel her eyes watering as her tears stream down her face wetting it. reminding her of the day that she found the love of her life with someon else. oh how much she cried that day.

she wanted to punch his stupid perfect face

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything

akaashi was just perfect.

that it was too good to be true

To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

y/n was so heartbroken when she saw him at their favorite cafe with someone else. he had ghosted her for the past 2 weeks and barely contacted her. they were dating still and it hurt her.

on a very cold winter day, she decided to go get some coffee. instead of happy memories rushing in the heartache did.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me

she was a pretty blonde foreign girl, who was tall and had beautiful green eyes. she was definitely older than y/n and akaashi. she was mature. she had a perfect body.

she was perfect.

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything.

the blonde was also just perfect.

She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

the h/c was driving mindlessly as despair surged into her body as if it was her only life support. the only thing that kept her alive was her own depression.

ironic isn't it?

the thing that killed many, made her stay alive.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

another round of tears flooded her eyes as a sinking feeling in her chest bloomed. she remebered confronting him alone.

he kept a straight face.

his once warm eyes were now cold.

he looked at her with such disgust and annoyance.

it broke y/n...it made her feel so insecure.

so useless

so stupid

all the dark-haired male had to say was....

" bye."

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Lifeless e/c eyes looked and examined the house that he lived in remebering all the times they had in his front yard.

the small cheesy picnics

the snowball fights with their friends

the stargazing

the pictures they took of each other.

the warm feeling of the sun touching their skin while their hearts skipped a beat each time they touched or made eye contact.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them

her friends

their friends

they did not know about his girlfriend, until they all reunited during spring break of her 2nd year of college. instead of seeing y/n and akaashi being lovey dovey. they saw akaashi and some girl.

who even was she?

y/n’s once lively self was dull and stoic. usually she would jump into bokutos arms and fangirl over how cute hinata was still, but instead they all received a fake smile. it broke their hearts and angered many.

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

bokuto, the one who introduced you two as children was offended. she was his cousin. he asked akaashi for his reasons without anyone knowing. akaashi just looked away and shrug.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

“ i didn’t feel the spark anymore, but when i met Kila. she became the sun in my eyes. she is so bright and gorgeous. she is just...amazing….”

“ y/n was just the moon during a winter sky. cute but dull and boring. she could be bright, but did not stand out, i guess ”

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

in that moment, akaashi’s grey-blue eyes widened when he saw a fist coming straight to his face. Akaashi fell to the floor and looked up at his senpai in shock.

he had never seen bokuto look that scary before. instead of going into emo mode, he went into pissed off mode. His eyes piercing into the younger males soul

the nerve

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

“ WE ARE ALL CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!! SHE LOVED YOU!! AKAASHI” the white-haired male shouted with tears running down, “ YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BROTHER!! YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER HURT HER!! YOU ASSHOLE!”

“ Y/N IS NOT DULL!! SHE IS NOT JUST CUTE! SHE IS FUCKING GORGEOUS WAY BETTER THAN THAT STUPID BLONDE YOU HAVE NOW!! “

unknowest to them, y/n was sitting against the wall of the building the two had met up and cried silently.

“ YOU-Yo...You promised me...you promised.”

bokuto weeps falling onto his knees infront of his bestfriend.

he promised to take care of her and love her

to never hurt her

and he failed

“ i guess her light is to bright that it...*choke* it blinded you akaashi....it blinded you from seeing her beauty.”

Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

this y/n shook her head and woke up from her daydreaming. she did not know that she stopped the car in front of his house for a minuts. the s/c female sighed shakingly and pushed on the pedal to continue on going.

she needed to move on...but she knew she would never.

Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

she continued on driving more hearing his laugh ringing in her ears as memories kept on flushing through. she hoped he was happy

she hoped it was worth it for him

losing all his friends

losing his bestfriend

losing her

Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

present y/n looked up with a microphone in hand as she watched the audience infront of her sing the lyrics.

they all looked at her with eyes of support

the same ones her friends and family gave her as she tried to move one

y/n broke down smiling and blowing kisses at her fans as she sang her song

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

she was letting it out

she finally moved one

she wanted everyone to know that she was inlove once to and that no one is alone.

she felt free and happy

and...she got her drivers license. yeah, she was 20 years old, and should have gotten it earlier, but she had him...she had him to take her away from here.

now she has herself and her license

one that they planned to get it together after akaashi said that she needed one even if she sucked at driving. it made the two laugh.

now that was just a memory

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

she sung softly

not noticing a pair of grey-blue eyes staring up at her with awe. the girl he called “ dull and boring” was far from that, he was blind.

her brightest was so bright that it made him blind.

“ whoever broke y/n like that it stupid”

“ right? when she said that her ex ghosted her and left her for someone else it was so sad! they were childhood friends too!”

“ his lost.”

“ it was your lost akaashi.” he muttered to himsef watching the female laugh and cry at the song, she wrote about their love story.

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

she finally felt free after writing this song, but her love for the boy was still there. first love is hard fo forget of course. it’s the one that hurts the most.

she was not perfect

he was not either

it took him to realize how much he needed her

when he let her go

akaashi was wrong

she was bright

she was not dull

he was just blind to it all...

blinded by her beauty

blinded by her personality

and her glow

that it made him ignorant to it all.

maybe his beautiful y/n was too bright for him

too bright for him to handle.

as i said sorry but not sorry T-T

i am also crying tbh. if yall are.

bc idk why i hate it when ppl cheat but i keep reading angsty fanfics about it bc they are so good. don't cheat ppl it hurts

i will be uploading more on my masterlist soon! so watch out!

[kidney9-9]

Bored and Horny (Peter Parker)

Anonymous asked:

Heyy, how are you? How was your day? I was wondering if maybe you could write about the reader calling Peter just to ask if he could DESTROY her later, and our poor baby was at the avengers compound so everyone heard his girlfriend and are teasing the shit out of him. Soooo when he finally sees the reader is just rough sex bc of all the embarrassment he went through. My horny ass would love if there was spanking, light choking, and LOTS of dirty talking included.

Hi anon! I’m doing good :) thank you for asking! And let me just say this request—oh my goodness! Hope you like it! Feel free to send in any requests using my July Prompt List. Peter Parker and Reader are over 18 in this one shot. Please Read Warnings!

Masterlist

Peter Parker x Reader (Smut with Plot) Warnings: Peter is angry and embarrassed, lots of teasing from team, teasing/humiliation, dom!Peter, oral (female receiving), clothed male and naked female, somewhat demeaning pet names/nicknames, use of toy, spanking, light choking, dirty talk, nudes, mask kink/play, food play, and use of spider webs. (Please read the warnings! If you are uncomfortable with them, please Do NOT Read!) Word Count: 3k

You hummed, feeling bored and horny. That was a very powerful combination, which ultimately led to your boyfriend’s embarrassment at work. You already treated yourself today to random things, all which were fun but would’ve been better with Peter. You grinned to yourself when you stood up, and marched over to the ice cream you bought, in the freezer. You scooped up the ice cream in a perfect action, placing it on one of the cones you bought from the store as well.

Licking and enjoying the ice cream, you brought your phone’s camera to your lips. You pressed record, winking into the camera, leaning down and licking a long swipe of ice cream, that messily dripped down your lips and chin. You did it over and over again, adding exaggerated moans of enjoyment and pleasure. You leaned away from the ice cream cone slowly and licked up your lips sloppily. You glanced back to the camera, and down to your cleavage, and with your other hand you scooped up the droplets of ice cream with two fingers. And with a cheeky grin, you placed those fingers into your mouth, sucking and moaning again.

You smirked as you pressed send to Peter, and strolled back to the living room, after you cleaned up the ice cream mess. Twenty minutes went by with no response and you started to get even more bored when you realized there was absolutely nothing else on your to-do list. You strolled over to the bathroom, turning the faucet on with a sigh, settling to go for a steamy bath.

You still held onto your phone, wanting to call Peter to check if he saw your video. Once the bath was all hot and ready, you soothed yourself in, sighing out from the heat. You unlocked your phone again, after drying your hands on the towel next to the tub. You paused before clicked Peter’s number to call him and choose to take more photos to send him. You wanted to hear his reaction to them, and you were just horny.

You took a photo of your entire body in the first picture, the next was a close up of your chest, and the next… You were now smirking just thinking of his possible reaction. You sent all the photos to him, quickly calling him after. You sighed out, waiting for him to answer the call. He finally answered, and before he could say anything you spoke up, “Peter, when are you coming back? I’m so ready for you to destroy me. Mm, and maybe we can use that new toy we bought, uh please come back soon Peter.”

Peter froze at your voice on speaker. He wasn’t even the one to answer the phone, instead it was Bucky. The two of them stared at each other in shock as you continued to speak, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t walk for a week, babe.” Peter’s face was dark red in shock and embarrassment. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as Bucky, Tony, and Sam stared back to him with smirks on their faces.

Peter bolted up and snatched his phone out of Bucky’s hand as you continued even more, “I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me. I’m so ready for you-” Peter cut off your words with a strangled humiliated sound and shouted, “Got to go!” Into the phone, quickly hitting the end call button with shaky hands.

Right then, the photos came in, lighting up on his screen as Bucky leaned over with a gasp. Peter quickly slammed his phone to the ground, making sure no one could see anything. The four of them stood in a small silence, as Peter continuously became more red.

“Did you guys hear that? She wants him to fuck her.” Bucky spoke up, teasing Peter. He groaned out as the others started to laugh, making Peter tug his mask back on to hide his face. Sam slapped Peter’s arm, looking back to Tony and Bucky, “You must be tiny, if you have to use a toy on her.” The three of them hooted even more as Peter tore his arm away from Sam’s hold, glaring at them.

He couldn’t fucking believe what just happened. You never spoke to him like that over the phone, only face-to-face, and he even warned you not to send anything to him, especially when he was at work. He stormed off the advanced jet with a furious whisper, “Fuck!” And the thought of Bucky seeing your body made him seethe out in pure hot anger, and he gripped his phone hard, feeling the screen crack underneath his fingers. The feeling brought his attention back down to his phone, and he instantly unlocked it, wanting to see what the fuck you sent him.

The first things he saw were the pictures. He shouted out in frustration again, knowing that Bucky looked at one of the pictures. You were the definition of beauty to Peter, but gazing down in focus at the pictures, he didn’t calm down this time; no, he got even angrier. He scrolled up to your video, already seeing the thumbnail and feeling his cock twitch. He sighed out shakily, pressing play.

Your wink into the camera made him shudder out of arousal and anger again. The slurping sounds you made only edged him on, making his heart beat even faster as he clutched the phone tighter. The video ended resulting in Peter trembling from the rage and lust. He furiously typed out a text back to you, “you better be on you’re fucking hands and knees when I get back”. He took a final look at your pictures, before tossing his phone angrily in one of the lockers at the Compound. He didn’t even bother to check out properly, as he stalked out the exits, shooting his web out to the poll, and swinging reckless over to you.

The swing back to the apartment was almost too long for Peter to bear with his boner. He didn’t want to loosen the suit, knowing his dick would just flap out, springing up, out in public. He cursed out, realizing he forgot the keys back at the compound, and angrily banged on the wall. He didn’t wait for you to unlock the door, instead swinging back to the window, wrathfully shattering the glass with his fist. The noises made you gasp out in fear, thinking an intruder might have broken in, and you splashed up from the bath, grabbing your towel and hastily wrapping it around your body. You got out, grabbing one of the heavy decorations in the bathroom, arming yourself as you heard footsteps coming closer to you.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Peter grunted out at the sight of you. You sighed, feeling realized and suddenly even more turned on by his voice. He was still wearing his Spider-Man suit, along with the mask. You placed the decoration down quickly as he slowly stepped closer to you pointing to the towel, “Take that fucking off.” He demanded, as you straightened back up.

You dropped the towel with wide eyes at his tone, realizing he was angry, but finding it as a massive turn on. “Peter-” He cut you off with another step closer, pointing to the ground now, “Get on the fucking floor.” You gasped at his words but eagerly agreeing, sliding on the cold floor, with your knees and hands on the ground.

You tried speaking again, “Babe, I’ve been-” Peter cut you off once more but this time with a loud spank! You let out a surprised yell at that, turning around to look at him. He eyed you face again with a frown and walked over to your head. He leaned down, clicking his tongue almost teasingly, “Filthy whore,” He paused, reaching out to grab the side of your face. You watched on, wide eyed and excited.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.” He growled out, feeling the satisfaction just start to hit him, after being humiliated and embarrassed by his teammates. You sighed out shakily with an eager nod, “Yes, please!” You cried out, shivering from lust and the cold air nipping at your body.

Peter shook his head down at you, still disappointed at what happened. “I can barely look at your fucking face.” He sighed out, letting go of your face with another click of his tongue. He tugged the mask off his head, smirking down to you as you gazed up at him expectantly. He slid the mask over your head, not caring that your hair was still soaking wet from the bath and he pushed your chin up. “Good girl.”

You breathed out heavily at the pet name and blinked, getting used to his mask over you. It was a snug fit, circling over every bump of your face. Peter lifted the mask barely over your mouth, so you could respond to him. “Are you going to be my good girl again?” He questioned, cocking his head at you as he let go of your chin. You blinked a few times and nodded, “Of course!”

Peter stood up shaking his head again and walked off. You didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to follow his words and stay here with your ass in the air, or were you supposed to follow him? You looked behind you, seeing Peter’s figure again, with something in his hand. You gasped out at the toy he brought out, the riding crop. That was the toy you were talking about on the phone, so you were happy he decided to use it.

“You were bad today though. I don’t think I should treat you like a good girl. You don’t deserve it.” Peter retorted back to your words, teasingly whipping the toy in the air, listening to the sound it made. You felt your heat start to pulse in hot lust as you tried stuttering out back to him, “Bu-but I was-” He cut you off with a smack to the left cheek of your ass and you moaned loudly.

Peter hummed out, circling the little mark it left on your skin with a proud smirk at it. “They all heard you, whore. Begging for my cock.” He started out with a light voice, slowly placing the riding crop back onto your ass in a resting position. He pulled it back again, “Even fucking saw-” He smacked your right cheek now making you groan loudly, pulling back at the pain and pleasure. “Your beautiful body.”

Your face was a dark red both from his actions and his words. You opened your mouth to respond but stuttered out a moan when he spanked you again with his hand instead of the riding crop. He rubbed the area, as his hard on started getting even more uncomfortable in his suit. With a groan, he set it free, letting it hit the air. “Safe word?” He questioned, as he traced his handprint on your ass.

“Ice-cream.” You bit back, teasing him even now, in this position. His smirk dropped at your word, and with his hand again, he spanked even harder, making you yelp out again. He walked off once more, stalking straight over to the freezer and yanked out the ice cream you teased him with earlier today. He didn’t even bother grabbing a spoon, just jerking off the lid with heavy breaths. “Get up.” He spoke loudly to you.

You stood back up with trembling legs, looking back into the mirror at the marks on your ass. Your hand barely touched it and you groaned at the sore feeling. He signaled to the bedroom, and you tittered over to him, naked with his mask on. You laid flat on the bed, with your face looking up to the celling. He eyed down your body, smirking as you breathed out unsteadily. “Do you know how I felt when Bucky saw your pictures?” Peter sighed out, pushing his hand into the ice-cream, not caring about the mess he knew it was going to make. With a handful of ice cream, he pushed it onto your stomach, making you shiver even more at the cold.

You surprisingly found it hot that Bucky saw your pictures, but you weren’t about to let Peter know, especially with what was about to happen. “Y-you were mad.” You whispered back, as Peter threw the ice-cream tub on the floor beside the bed. “I am mad! Only I get to see your body like this. Under me, ready for me.” Peter fumed back. He smeared the now melted ice cream over your breasts and down, lower next to your heat. You started holding your breath as Peter leaned down, licking and biting down trailing up your stomach to you. “You’re so filthy,” Peter groaned out, licking up the ice cream. Your small gasps started turning into moans as he licked up the remaining ice cream off your stomach, your hands leaning up to his head.

You pushed his head down closer to your breasts, making him grunt. He pushed back against yours hands and shot up, sitting as he stared down at you disappointed. “You were doing so good,” He paused, clicking at his wrists, activating the web shooters again. “But you’re really just a bad girl.” He shot the web solution down onto your hands, attaching you to the bed and making you pant out in defeat, “Pete, I’m sorry.” You moaned out.

He leaned back down, biting onto your left nipple completely, and making you moan even louder. He kissed, sucked, and bit repeatedly, licking his tongue expertly around your nipple, and tugging at it. His attention then went to the other one, smearing whatever ice cream around your chest back over your right breast.  “Ngh- uhh, Pete” You moaned out, looking down to his body. His cock was steaming red, and you gasped when he bit down again.

He pulled away, chuckling as he saw your mouth open and close again, and you struggling against the web solution. “What do you want?” He questioned, mumbling down to the mask you were wearing. You huffed out air again, “Please,” You begged, feeling the heavy pulsing start to almost ache down at your core.

“You have to be more specific, slut.” Peter responded back, feeling the satisfaction pull up even more in him. His hand finally reached down to his cock, pumping it a few times with the saliva and ice cream stuck onto his glove. He let go with a sigh and looked back down to your heat.

It was glimmering with the ice cream, making Peter chuckle before moving his body and head down between your thighs. “Please just touch me!” You cried out, trying to pull your hands out, just to get relief between your legs. Peter grinned darkly and leaned down, seeing your struggle. He went right in, licking straight at your core, making your legs kick up and about, as you thought, finally.

He licked all the ice cream away quickly, kissing and licking, but avoiding your clit. You groaned out ever time his tongue flicked near it, as his drenched fingers started slowly going into you. “Please, Peter, I promise to be good!” You cried out, feeling overwhelmed. Peter swiped his tongue slowly and teasingly over your clit, “Hm?” He questioned, making you moan out again.

“I’ll be your good girl, please Peter, please suck my clit!” You yelled out, watching down at Peter with the mask around you. He licked his lips with a smirk, and went straight to your clit, sucking on it just as you asked. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you at a wild pace now, not stopping or slowing down as your hips started moving and twitching. Your moans grew louder and louder and he sucked even harder, licking as well, and you burst. Warmness flew from you as you began leaking out, and Peter pulled his fingers out, licking at the area and sucking on his fingers to favor the taste.

Almost instantly after you came, Peter’s hand wrapped around your throat as you gazed up to him, feeling dazed. “You ready?” He asked, squeezing lightly around your neck, and you had to breathe in heavily to answer out a small, “Yes”. In one motion, he moved himself into you, groaning loudly, feeling relieved.

“My- fuck, why are you so tight?” Peter groaned out as he squeezed your neck a little slightly more, as he started pumping in and out of you. His pace sped up quickly, roughly smashing back into your hips, and moans and whines falling from your lips. His grunts continued as well, and you started to feel even more euphoric and lightheaded, your head leaned to the side as he continued to smack into you with his cock.

He eventually let go of your neck, to hold onto your hips, lifting you up and smashing into you. Your hips were in the air, as your legs circled behind his back, drawing him in even closer and harder. The rough repetition of the two of you got Peter to his edge, and he started groaning out even louder, “Oh fuck, fuck, what a good girl you are.”

One of his hands went back down to your clit, harshly rubbing it, making you moan even louder. The sounds escaping you, Peter, and your sex, loudening even more as you two started to reach the end. Peter’s thrusts started stuttering, and right as you came again, he pulled out of you, leaking all over the leftover ice cream stains on your stomach. You felt yourself drift off, on cloud 9 as Peter fell back on the bed beside you.

The two of you breathed heavily for minutes, trying to calm down. Peter turned to you slightly, “Don’t you ever do that again.” You huffed out a laugh and a smile came to both of your faces, “Was just bored and horny.”

- tagging: @lozzypoz321​ @itscaminow​ tag-list is open!

[bitchiha]

hey!!! can you maybe do any of the boys that your heart would like and the request is; “them seeing/meeting your ex boyfriend for the first time” | so like the shisuirequest??

A/N: Yes I can write this for you!! I chose to write it for Kiba, Naruto and Sai! Bc Sai doesn’t get enough love =(^.^)=

✎ Meeting their s/o’s ex boyfriend!

Kiba

So allow me to paint the scene: it all starts when Kiba is walking you home from one of your routine walks together. He’s got his arm around your waist and he’s telling you about how Hianata almost passed out this morning when Naruto said hi to her. You both laugh as he finishes the memory and Akamaru trails behind you two panting happily.

You live on a pretty busy village street. So you normally see people you know all the time around your house. They’re always passing by to get groceries or go to one of the food stands nearby. So when someone calls out your name you turn around casually — expecting to see Shino or something.

But who you did not expect to see was your ex boyfriend running up to you, pushing passed people on the crowded street without batting an eye. He was kind of a douchebag.

Kiba immediately stops laughing as he feels your back tensing up around his arm. Akamaru starts growling lowly as a response to sensing both yours and Kibas alert.

Tbh tho.. The reason you’re probably the most panicked is because this is Kiba Inuzuka, you’re hotheaded boyfriend who’s just a smidge bit possessive... and he’s meeting your ex boyfriend who’s overconfident and well, for lack of better words - a douchebag.

Your ex walks up to you two and sizes up Kiba and omfg that pisses your boyfriend off. “Y/n, who’s this guy.” Definitely shows his canines (is it an accident? or did he do it to intimidate this dude? You’ll never know.)

Anyways, your ex is cocky as shit — let’s call him Makki. So he interrupts you before you even get the chance to explain to Kiba who he is, “-Oh y/n, you’ve never mentioned me? I’m Makki, her ex boyfriend.”

Dude probably eats up the pissed off look on Kibas face. Like he’s yikes lmfao he’s really pissed off.

Like who does this cocky shit think he is?? Kiba is ready to fight lol “Oh yeah buddy, that’s real good for yo-“

Your ex just cuts him off... like blatantly ignores Kiba and turns to you, “It’s been a while y/n, you still look as gorgeous as ever...” he winks at you and Kiba growls LMFAOO, but Makki just ignores him. “We’d been together for so long y/n, so how come I never knew you liked... dogs so much.” He stares at Kiba right when he says dogs and he gives him this appalled expression on his face

Kibas confused for a second bc dogs are cute....“But there’s nothing wrong with dogs- oh wait! Hey were you trying to insult me you knucklehead!”

HOLD KIBA BACK HOLD KIBA BACK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

So you’ve got your boyfriend held back, but you forgot about Akamaru.. rookie mistake. Now that giant dog is running towards Makki and the boy starts sprinting for dear life.

Kiba has a good laughing fit at the sight, “that’ll show him.” But you’re concerned because yes your ex is a douchebag and you did enjoy watching him run away scared, but you don’t want Akamaru to get in trouble for this. So you tell Kiba to go find Akamaru this instant.

“All right all right I’ll get em now... See you tomorrow, same time as today?” You nod hurriedly, wanting him to go Asap. You watch him run off before opening the door to your house and going inside.

Which was another rookie mistake.

Once you were inside he stopped running. He placed his hands behind his neck in a relaxed way as he strolled down the street, whistling like he didn’t have a dog to chase down.

“Have at em’ Akamaru”

Naruto

Yup.. you guessed it, this takes place at Ichirakus. It’s a Friday night and you two had no missions or other commitments to take care of, so he swung by your place and insisted you two go out for ramen.

So there you two sat, chatting away between mouthfuls of ramen when your ex boyfriend slides into the seat next to you.

Narutos oblivious tbh.

Like your ex just sits an elbow on the table and looks at you with a smirk, “hey, y/n, long time no see.” And you’re like.. ew wtf are you doing here.

Unlike Kiba, Naruto can’t pick up on your distaste, he just thinks it’s an old friend of yours. “Hey babe, who’s this guy?”

Your ex just introduces himself by his name and you decide to leave it at that, if you tell Naruto he’s your ex he will just get difficult to handle. So, you introduce Naruto as Naruto to avoid your ex getting all competitive too.

So you kinda avoid all relationship talk altogether and just completely skip over that fact. Honestly you’re half glad you did because Naruto actually gets along with him. Like for starters they both like ramen, are knuckleheaded and very loud. You definitely have a type. And they’re super funny too, so the whole time they’re just kinda laughing with eachother.

Had a good 15 minute long conversation about their favourite instant noodle brand and roasted you for the brand you liked. “Really y/n, that’s shameful.” They both say it in unison.

Also, your ex didnt have the intention to come into Ichirakus and crash your date, it was just a coincidence. So there was no ulterior motives to his presence and he’s not the type of guy to do it tbh. To top it all off he ends up paying for the ramen. Your ex literally pays for both you and Narutos ramen.

Such a weird experience for you tbh, but it’s also kinda funny to watch them both oblivious to your relationship with them.

At the end of the night when your ex heads home, you tell Naruto. Like you’re strolling through the busy Friday night rush and you finally spring it on him because he won’t shut up about your ex.

“Wow that guy was so cool y/n, never knew you had friends like that!” “Well actually Naruto, hes sorta my ex boyfriend.”

His eyes pop out of his head. “WHAT and you’re just telling me this now??” He’s in his head like: damn I should have showed off more or I should have made more jokes to prove that I’m the better one. He’s also like: shit he’s so cool how can he compete???!!1!1!1

Tries to hate your ex from then on, but they’re just so alike he literally cannot.

Luckily you don’t ever run into him like that again.

Sai

So.. let’s just be real here.. if you’re dating Sai you clearly have a type. You go for those emo little artsy boys. The only problem is that your ex boyfriend was an emo preppy rich art boy. You couldn’t stand his attitude anymore so you two broke up.

The only problem is that you live in the Leaf village and there’s very limited art events, so you would always bump into him. Luckily you hadn’t run into him with Sai around.. until now lol

You’re with Sai at an art exhibit that you managed to get him to submit work for. He was hesitant at first, but he gave in because you kept asking, and if he was being honest he wouldn’t mind showing some of his pieces.

So there you two are, standing together like that emo art couple that you are when your ex boyfriend walks in. He literally looks like the definition of avant garde. When he sees you he’s prepared to make some condescending comment, but then he sees Sai and he’s like: oh shit

Let’s be real here if anyone saw you and Sai together it would be an “oh shit” moment. You’re just an art power couple. That doesn’t mean your exes snobbiness would let him back down though.

So, this dude wants to prove he’s superior. When he walks up to the two of you he flat out interrupts the conversation and is like, “y/n, nice to see you,” then he turns to Sai and jusy gets down to business “so? You like art, then?”

Sai doesn’t comprehend the hostility in your ex’s tone so he answers it with a smile, prepared to tell him that this is actually his exhibit before he’s Interrupted again. “-Oh so you like art then? Okay, describe what mediums are used here.” your ex points at one of Sai’s paintings, not aware that he literally fucking painted it because he didn’t let Sai finish speaking.

So of course Sai answers and goes into a whole ramble about what mediums and why and how they bring out the details. Your ex kinda stands there like: “oh shit” again bc damn, he knows his shit.

He just points at another painting and is like, “what about this one.” And as your ex turns to study it better himself he realizes it’s literally you. It’s a painting that Sai did of you when you two first met eachother, you’re laying on the grass laughing and there’s orange hues dancing across your face indicating that the sun is setting. It’s one of Sais absolute favourites.

It’s such a bomb ass fucking painting and your ex just kinda stares at it confused and shook and you have to explain, “my boyfriends work is in this exhibit, he painted that one of me.”

But as I said, your ex is a douchebag and he’s not going to let your boyfriend get a compliment from him so he just goes, “hmph, it’s nothing special.”

And that kinda bothers Sai because that’s his girlfriend in that painting therefore it is very special.

You know where this is going. Naruto said the same line to him before LOL

So Sai hits him with this signature line, “just like your dick.” AND HE SAYS IT W THE FAKE SMILE LMFAO

Now your ex is literally dead. Like he’s flamed. On the floor straight up incinerated. And your trying to hide your laughter.

Security has to escort the guy out.

Very memorable moment for the two of you.

10/10

[nnightskiess]

santana lopez imagine

i kinda combined two requests together bc i thought they’d fit well!

a/n: this is for u elena. sorry you had to wait so long♡ 

also, i wanted to try and show that soft and nervous side of santana that came out at the beginning with dani, so i’m sorry if it feels out of character sometimes. (i did my best lol)

“So, what’s been going on with you? I haven’t seen you in a few months.” 

Y/N was having lunch with her friends from back home. It had been hard to keep in touch with them now that she had been living in New York for over a year. Not that she’d complain, since she gained multiple new friends and... well, a relationship. And not with just anyone— with Santana Lopez, whose singing career skyrocketed after a duet on Mercedes Jones’ album. She got a record deal a month after and her first EP was a hit. She went on tour with her first album but had vanished off the face of the earth after her very public breakup with her high school girlfriend and her backup dancer, Brittany S. Pierce. She stopped posting on social media, she wasn’t spotted by paparazzi anymore and her plans for a second album were now off the table. It was clear to everyone that the breakup had broken the girl. That was until she walked into the diner she used to work at and locked eyes with Y/N. Santana didn’t want to fall in love with anyone else and wasn’t completely over Brittany, so it wasn’t love at first sight. 

But the moment Y/N stole the show while taking the lead singing Shout by The Trammps, she knew there was something special about the girl. Was it her voice that Santana’s mind went to when she lied in bed that night? Or the twinkle in her eyes when she sang? Or perhaps the way her smile widened a tad bit more when she looked at Santana?  

Santana found herself go back to the diner on days where she’d rather sit in bed and cry. She’d forget her sorrow in moments they locked eyes but could cry again when Y/N wasn’t working that day. 

Santana had taken her notebook with her, the one she would never let anyone read— well, except for Brittany. It’s where most of her songs were born and where her most delicate and vulnerable thoughts were being kept. She’d never been too keen on sharing emotions with everyone, so writing them down was a great alternative. 

“I normally wouldn’t ask, but I’ve seen you here with that notebook now at least a couple of times... Are you writing a book?”

Santana’s head shot up. Y/N was standing next to her table, wiping her hands onto her apron.

Santana cracked a soft smile, “No—actually, I’m writing songs... a song... well, trying to, at least. My label wants-” She swallowed her sentence, she didn’t want this girl to know about any of that drama. 

Y/N seemed to ignore it.

“You sing?”

Santana nodded but furrowed her eyebrows when Y/N sat down in front of her. “Go on, then. Let me hear what you’ve got so far.”

“Oh, no no no-”

Y/N pursed her lips, “Did it happen not too long ago?” she asked after a couple of seconds of Santana trying to get out of this situation. 

She rose her eyebrows, unsure of how Y/N read the situation so well, 

“It’s actually been a while but it still hurts.” She caught herself confessing.

“Then I won’t pry. I’ll leave you to it.” Y/N slid out of the booth, “Oh, and— I happen to know that our strawberry milkshake is the best medicine to heartbreak. It’s on me.”

“Thanks...” Santana watched her leave into the kitchen and immediately rubbed her temples when the girl left her sight. No, no, no, no. Not again. But wasn’t this exactly the reason she had started visiting the diner more and more? To spike up a conversation with the girl? She cursed at herself, stood up, grabbed her stuff and left the diner. She wasn’t ready yet. She could take the short glances and attention, but that was the line. The only woman she had truly trusted was no longer with her, she couldn’t open up to anyone again. 

Through the window of the diner she could see the girl with a disappointed expression on her face the moment she realised Santana had left. But Santana didn’t turn around and kept walking. 

✫彡

“Okay, stop crushing my spirit. I wanted a nice dinner with you.”

“Then you should’ve just asked Berry over for dinner. I’m sure she’d tell you all about her awfully cheerful day.”

Kurt put his hand on Santana’s so that she would stop playing with her food. She glared at him. 

“You can glare at me all you want, but we’re not going to brush things under the carpet. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Santana dropped her cutlery and sat back, crossing her arms. “We’re not talking about Britt again. You want to help me move on? Then fucking stop bringing it up.”

“No, not that. There’s something else. I can sense it.”

“Since when do you have a Mexican third eye as well?”

“Off topic.” Kurt waved her off. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

Santana lowered her head and slightly looked up at him, trying to decide wether to share or not. 

“Is the label pressuring you?” He tried.

Santana sighed, “Well, yes, that too.”

Kurt waited patiently for Santana to feel comfortable enough to share the rest.

“They were okay with delaying the start of my second album but now they’re starting to breathe down my neck. They say it’s been long enough and that i’m just deadweight they have to pay but get nothing in return for, which is fair— but still. I’m only human, I’m not some super song-writing machine like Mercedes.”

“I thought you loved writing songs?”

“Yeah... when I had Brittany.” Santana looked at her lap and started playing with her hands. “Now that I don’t have her... I can’t seem to even write one sentence... and when I do, they’re all just too gloomy or depressing.”

Kurt nodded in understanding. “Well, Adele wrote one whole album about her breakup which sold like Wonka bars. Who says you can’t?”

Santana shook her head, “You don’t get it. I don’t want to sing about her anymore, even though it might help me move on. But the thing is...” she bit her lip, “I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“Then write about how you can’t write. Write about how you want to feel instead of feeling like your heart has been ripped out. Write about conquering this heartbreak, like a powerful song?”

“How?” Santana looked up, tears in her eyes. 

“By remembering who you were before.”

“But I’ve been with Britt for as long as I-”

Kurt shook his head and waved his hands around, “No, think of the Santana in high school. You were fierce, strong, not afraid to speak your mind but you also had a big heart. You didn’t want to show it often but we all knew yours was just as big, if not bigger, as ours. Remember how it felt every time you got a solo and when you stood on the stage? Write about that feeling. Write about feeling on top of the world again.”

“Thanks, Hummel.”

He smiled at her and squeezed her hands, “Anytime. Now eat before it gets cold. I didn’t spend two hours in the kitchen for nothing.”

✫彡

Santana walked out off the apartment she had rented after her breakup with Brittany and crossed the street. She needed some fresh air and a distraction from her song-writing. Spring was around the corner but it was still very chilly in the big city, so she held the collar of her coat while walking through the tiny park close to her block. She started humming the melody she’d just come up with. Something just didn’t feel right yet.

Santana saw people look at her as they passed by but hoped that the big sunglasses on her face would keep them guessing of her identity. No matter how much she loved the attention from her fans, she sometimes just wanted to be normal and not have to pose for selfies every damn day.

“Hey, you!”

She sighed and stopped to turn around since she’d look like a real ass if she didn’t. She half expected to be met with a group of teenage girls with their phones ready to snap a picture, but instead she locked eyes with the girl from the diner.

“I think you dropped this.”

The girl apparently didn’t seem to recognise her thanks to the shades, and she handed her a crumbled piece of paper.

“Oh— um, thanks.” Santana gave her a tight-lipped smile. She stared back at the girl.

“I know you.”   (weren’t you in a movie with my sister? lmao sorry i had to, let’s continue)

Oh, no. The girl couldn’t find out that Santana was the woman who had basically stood her up after their talk in that diner.

She let out a breathy chuckle, “Do you?” 

“Yeah, you look familiar.” Something in Santana hoped that the girl recognised her for being a celebrity, not for what happened a week ago.

Y/N shamelessly looked her up and down before snapping her finger.

“Milkshake girl. I recognise your voice.”

Santana smiled awkwardly. Great, now she definitely looked like a douche. 

“Sorry about that, by the way... I-”

“No need to apologise. I probably came on too strong, sorry for giving you the wrong impression. I only wanted to cheer you up.” She smiled back, “It’s a shame though, it was a great milkshake.”

Santana’s expression softened, relieved at how well the girl had taken it. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you again after that... You used to come in every few days. Is it my fault? Gunther would kill me if I lost him a customer. Wait— Don’t answer that. It’s none of my business.”

Santana smiled and removed her glasses.

“If he ever gets mad at you, just give him a box of Yeast-I-Stat. That’ll pretty much shut him up.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, “How do you-”

“I worked there for a long time when I first moved to New York.” Santana shrugged, “I was pretty desperate for any kind of job when I landed that commercial.”

“Oh my God, you’re the Yeast-I-Stat girl!? I knew I recognised you from somewhere else, too.” The girl gasped, “I like yeast in my bagel... but not in my muffin.” She mocked and laughed afterwards.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” Santana shook her head in amusement, kinda glad those days were over.

“Is that really what you know me of?”

“Yeah, what else should I know you of? Any other embarrassing first-job commercials I should know about?”

Santana was about to mention her career but stopped herself. Clean slate. She wasn’t a celebrity in her private life. Besides, she didn’t want the girl to think she was bragging.

“No... thank God.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds before smiling.

“I’m Y/N.” She held out her hand for Santana to shake.

“Santana.”

Y/N smiled at her with the most adorable smile ever. Santana didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes. 

She blinked a few times before shaking her head, “So, yeah. I should get going.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I have to go, too...”

“Bye...” 

Santana waved softly as the girl turned around and walked off.

Clean slate, Santana.

✫彡

“They’re doing a Gloria Estefan night at the Spotlight Diner. We should totally go.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but that sounds out of character for the diner.” Rachel shrugged.

“I guess they finally had a cultural awakening.” Santana was mindlessly scrolling through her phone. “They’re probably too white to sing her Spanish songs though, bet they’re gonna butcher it.”

“So that’s a no for reserving us a table?” Kurt turned to the two.

“No, I wanna go.” 

“Count me in, too. I love ‘Conga’.”

Santana rolled her eyes, “That’s the only song you know of her, isn’t it?”

“No...”

“Keep next Friday night free.” 

✫彡

They walked in as ‘A Bailar’ by Gloria silently played over the speakers in the background. Santana scanned the room, shamelessly trying to find the girl she was looking for. Unfortunately, she was nowhere in sight. 

Kurt waved his hand and one of the waitresses came to take their order. They talked a bit as they waited for their food. Every time Santana saw a girl in the red outfit walk by from the corner of her eyes, her head would shot up, only to be disappointed again when it wasn’t Y/N.

“Tana, stop ogling everyone. Your food’s getting jealous.” Rachel pointed at the untouched plate in front of her. 

A few minutes later, their heads shot to the door as Y/N bursted through it. She quickly fixed her hair that was messed up by the wind and quickly tied a white apron around her waist. Gunther came from behind the counter. Though they couldn’t hear what he said, it was clear she was in trouble. He kept pointing his finger at her chest before snatching the apron off her waist and sending her into the back. 

“Oh, I bet she’s on cleaning duty now. Remember when I got an hour late because I was held up at an audition?”

Kurt and Rachel started talking but Santana wasn’t paying attention. 

Santana furrowed her eyebrows until she got a call from her PR manager. She declined and a few seconds after, she got a text.

Santana’s stomach sank and she froze. New relationship? Brittany had already moved on? Yet she still spent every day moping around, overthinking everything that had happened, unable to write any song that wasn’t about the blonde. Brittany was already giving someone else all her love? How was that fair? How was she even able to do that?

“Santana?”

“You alright?”

She snapped out of it and gave them a tightlipped, fake smile. There was no time for them to question her any further as Rachel let out a startled yelp when suddenly the first notes of ‘Conga’ blasted through the diner. The lights flickered and changed colour on the beat. Santana rolled her eyes, of course they’d start with that song. 

Girls started dancing through the pathways and tried to hype everyone up. Kurt was shimmying along and Rachel was nodding her head to the beat, a big smile on her face. Santana tried to blend but she was busy biting her lip to stop herself from crying. 

The percussion band on the little stage started playing ‘Cuba Libre’. A girl danced her way onto the stage and sang the Spanish verse. She was clearly hispanic since her pronunciation was great. Two girls started dancing on the counter and another helped someone up—Y/N. 

‘Cuba Libra’ faded into the chorus of ‘Turn the Beat Around’ to which Y/N took the lead. Santana’s frown softened at seeing the girl perform, but she still couldn’t shake the thought of Brittany off.

Santana sank back into her seat and crossed her arms, wanting to go home and crawl into her bed and not leave it for the next couple of days. She hadn’t even realised that another song was already playing and that the girls were pulling people out of their seats to ‘Get on Your Feet’. 

Y/N spotted Santana in the crowd and walked over to her, but Santana wouldn’t crack a smile. Y/N kept singing to her until she’d turn around. Kurt softly shook his head at the girl, telling her that she should leave Santana alone. But what he didn’t know, was that the girls already knew each other. Y/N noticed how Santana pursed her lips, not giving in to her. 

Y/N grabbed her shoulders, bent down to her height and slowly made the girl turn.

She sang to her,

“Deep in your heart is the answer. Find it, I know it will pull you through. Get on your feet!”

She leaned over to grab Rachel and Kurt’s hands, helping them stand up. Almost everyone in the diner was up and dancing right now, except for Santana. Kurt gave her a look, telling her to suck it up. 

“I think it's true that we've all been through some nasty weather,” Y/N turned to dance with one of her co-workers. She felt Santana look at her and walked back up to her. She danced around her. “Let's understand that we're here to handle things together.”

Y/N stuck out her tongue at Santana’s stoic expression, trying to break her. And it worked, Santana let out a soft chuckle and shook her head in amusement. Both Y/N and Kurt held out a hand for her to take. She rolled her eyes and stood up. The four of them danced together for a few seconds until Y/N walked back to the other girls. They ended the song on the stage, where everyone left but Y/N. They went back to eating their dinner as the next few songs would be slow and easy on the ears. 

Y/N sat down on the stool next to the guitarist. He started playing the soft notes of ‘Wrapped’. Kurt and Rachel went back to eating their food but Santana was too mesmerised by the girl to engage in their conversation. The soft light that was shining down on her made her look like she was the only one in the room. And judging by the look on the girl’s face while she sang, she felt like she was the only one in the room too. She hadn’t once opened her eyes the first minute, she was just so indulged in the song. 

A small smile made its way onto Santana’s face at the sight. She knew how good it felt to be so into a song that you could just forget the world around you— to find your corner of the sky. It was very obvious that Y/N felt at ease, even while performing in front of people. It was rare to see people be so clearly in love with what they were doing. 

Santana grabbed her phone, opened Instagram and decided to film this moment. Y/N’s face wasn’t recognisable from the distance where Santana was filming from so she decided to just put it into her story. Everyone deserved to see this. 

Was this positive and uplifting enough?

✫彡

‘What we know of Santana and Brittany’s breakup...’

‘Read what Brittany S Pierce has to say about her ex’

‘Santana’s social media silence over?’

‘Santana Lopez still in love or in love again?’

And many more headlines had been posted after that Friday. Santana got a lot of followers after her first post in over a year. She had also gotten a lot of hate, which was something she hadn’t missed. Brittany hadn’t said one bad word about their relationship or about Santana but for some reason she still received backlash. Brittany spoke so highly about Santana and all the questions were answered with respect. But Santana wasn’t surprised about that at all, that was just how Brittany was.

There were still people—mainly Brittany fans—who blamed Santana and made all kinds of crazy assumptions about what had happened. 

“Just delete the app. You don’t need that kind of toxic energy around you.”

Y/N was filling the ketchup bottles while she sat in front of Santana. 

How had this happened, you ask? One of Y/N’s coworkers had recognised her on Santana’s story and pointed it out to her. When Santana visited the diner again, Y/N had jokingly apologised about not knowing who she was before, to which Santana had replied,

“You knew who I was. You knew the real me. Not the celebrity or crazy hot girl from the Yeast-I-Stat commercials.”

After that, Santana made sure to come round when Y/N was done or only doing little chores. 

Y/N loved that she got a new friend and Santana was glad that she finally had someone who she could start over with. Someone who didn’t know her from back in high school and someone who didn’t become friends with her solely for the fact that she was famous.

“I can’t. They want me to post at least once a week.” Santana groaned, “I don’t even know what to post. All I do is sleep, try to write and go here.”

They worked in silence for a few minutes until Y/N opened her mouth again.

“Why are tomatoes the slowest vegetables?”

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, giving her a look. 

“No guesses? Well, they can’t ketchup.”

Santana snorted and shook her head. “Wow, okay. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just make an awful joke.”

“Yeah, you go do that while I bring these to the back.”

Santana watched her leave and sighed. The past week had been hell for Santana. She yearned for every little bit of attention from Y/N and her insides turned to mush whenever the girl smiled at her. But something held her back. She didn’t want to fall in love again. Not yet, not when she still held her high school sweetheart in her heart. But it was so hard to not stare at Y/N or freak out whenever she called her on the phone. 

“Ready?”

Santana laughed at the huge guitar in Y/N’s hands. She seemed so small now. 

“What’s that for?”

“You said you didn’t know what to post. You should post a little acoustic cover of that song I helped you finish last week?”

Santana looked at her, contemplating if she should agree or not. 

“Can you even play?”

Y/N smiled sheepishly, “Only that song. I practiced the chords all week. But hey, if I mess up— just know that i’m willing to publicly embarrass myself just to help you out.”

Santana smiled at her in adoration. “Fine. Okay.”

They walked to the vacant stage and put Santana’s phone on the sheet music standard.

“Oh-I... I’ll scoot out of the frame if me being in it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Why would it make me uncomfortable?”

Y/N laughed, “People might assume we’re together after all the assumptions about you in the magazines. That would be weird.”

Santana’s expression faltered. “O-Oh...yeah.. it would...” She faked a smile.

Y/N started strumming the guitar.

(radio silence by naya rivera)

Santana closed her eyes as she started singing. It was clear to everyone that this song was about Brittany and she wasn’t ready yet to let them hear the whole song. It felt too personal to give it away just like that. Which is why they decided to do just a snippet. 

She opened her eyes and looked at Y/N when one chord sounded terrible. You could hear Y/N giggle from behind the phone. Santana smiled wide and had a hard time singing without laughing. Y/N stuck out her tongue as she seemed focused on getting the next one right. Santana unintentionally looked at her longingly the last few notes but broke out of it when Y/N stopped playing. 

✫彡

Should she be thanking the tabloids? No, never. However, she couldn’t deny that they had been the reason why Y/N had even brought it up. 

“Do you like me?” 

Santana widened her eyes.

“And I don’t mean as friends. I mean like-like. Do you like-like me?”

“I-uh, I-” Santana stammered. 

“It would be really embarrassing if you didn’t, to be honest.”

Santana gave her a wary but panicked look.

“Because I do... like-like you, I mean.”

“Wow, wait— what?”

She opened and closed her mouth until she saw the honesty on Y/N’s face who let her statement linger in the air, hoping that Santana would say something. But the silence only heightened her nerves

“Santana-”

“I can’t... I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

She quickly grabbed her stuff and left the diner, just like she had done the first time. 

She rushed home, biting her lip to prevent the tears in her eyes from falling. The second she unlocked her front door, she let them go. Santana tried to control her sobs as she sat on the couch, holding her head in her hands. 

Her safety net whenever she felt lost or emotional— Brittany — was gone, what was she supposed to do now? She let out another sob as she missed Britt’s arms holding her close. 

She reached for her phone without a second thought and dialled the woman’s number. Brittany picked up after a few seconds, much to Santana’s surprise.

“Hey, um, Santana. What’s up?”

Brittany decided to break the ice, but all formalities were thrown out the window when she heard the Latina let out another sob.

“Santana, are you okay?! What’s happened? Where are you?”

Was she okay? No. But what was she supposed to tell Brittany? That it was partly because of her?

“Please, say something, Tana. I’m worried.”

Santana held the bridge of her nose and let out a big, shaky sigh.

“Please forget that I called, this was a mistake. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

She hung up. But the phone rang after a few seconds. Santana tossed it next to her on the couch and rubbed her forehead. How could she have been so stupid?

It rang again. And again, and then another three times. Santana stared at the screen long and hard before picking it up. 

“Don’t shut me out, please. You know I still care about you when something’s wrong.”

Santana let out a huff and Brittany knew exactly what that meant.

“Santana, listen— I am so, so sorry for what happened. I too thought that we would be the happiest and sappiest couple forever but... some things just... happen. And I still completely understand how hard it was for you to stay friends with me without being with me and I’m so terribly sorry for that they brought you up in that interview— but I meant everything I said, Santana. You were the best thing that happened to me back then. And to me you still are my best and most incredible friend but... that’s just it.”

A long pause.

“And I kind of really miss hanging out with you and so does Lord Tubbington so if you’re comfortable with the idea, would you want to get together sometime soon? Wait— not get together-together, just... argh, you know what I mean.”

“How did you do it?” Santana broke her silence. “What changed in your mind for you to get the closure you needed? Because I never fucking got it.”

Brittany kept quiet, knowing there was more to follow.

“I have spent a whole year feeling like absolute shit, but I knew... that there was no way that we’d ever get together again. But the closure? Nope.” She furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. “And lately there’s been this incredible girl in my life and guess what? You two are fighting for first place in my head and I can’t help but want to push her out because I’m not ready to let her stay there until you are completely out of my thoughts.”

She heard Brittany let out a breath.

“Sant-”

“Oh, no, no, no. I don’t need a pity-party. I don’t-”

“Santana Lopez, listen to me.” Brittany raised her voice. “If your plan is to sabotage your own happiness, then congratulations— you’re well on your way. It’s no wonder that you’re having a hard time moving on. I mean, one— I’m a catch but two, we were together since high school, that’s a long time. We were each other’s first loves and truth be told, you never really forget those. You’ll compare every following relationship to that one, even if it was full of flaws. Truth is, you’ll never be able to move on or get the closure until you open yourself up to idea of loving someone else again. And I know how you work— you don’t ever want to open up to someone again but... if you give this girl a chance, who knows? She might be the one to change your mind. And I’ll cross my fingers she will. I hope she’ll kick me off first place like a rugby player.” Brittany snorted at her own joke. 

“Because you deserve a special someone too, Santana. And if you still don’t have the closure you need... I loved you, I cared for you, and in a way I still do. But we won’t ever get together again. That ship has sailed. I want you to be happy and I want to see you flourish in every aspect of life, just... without me being your special someone. I’d still very much like to be by your side, though, but as a friend.”

Santana let the words sink in until she suddenly widened her eyes. 

“I am such a fucking idiot.”

“Um... are we having the same phone call? Because I’m lost...”

“She told me she liked me and I ran out.”

“Was that metaphorically speaking or did you literally run out?”

“Like a chicken, Brittany.”

“Santana!? Be Chicken Little and run back!” Brittany exclaimed, “But watch out for the traffic, please, because that would be a tragic end to the story....and it would be animal abuse...”

Santana smiled softly, missing this side of Brittany.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed. 

“Keep me posted?”

Santana hummed, “Thank you, Britt.”

“Of course. You’re still my best friend, even if we haven’t seen each other in over a year. Go get the girl.”

✫彡

Santana hesitantly walked back into the diner. It wasn’t rush hour so there were only a few people having a drink.

“See you guys tomorrow!”

Y/N walked out of the backroom and froze in her spot when she saw Santana looking at her. A tightlipped, awkward smile appeared on her face and she tried to walk passed her but Santana grabbed her hand. 

“Wait, I-...I need to tell you something.”

Santana looked the girl in her eyes, seeing the anticipation and worry in them. But then she saw something else, she saw the same twinkle in her eyes when Y/N sang so beautifully that night. Only this time they were twinkling because she was looking at Santana.

She grabbed the girl’s cheek and planted a chaste kiss on Y/N’s lips. Y/N widened her eyes at first but kissed back. They parted when a bell coming from the kitchen interrupted them.

“So much for needing to tell me something...” Y/N chuckled heartily, “But I guess I got what you were trying to say.”

“You guess?” Santana shot back.

“Yeah... I’m still slightly confused...”

“How’s this?” Santana grabbed her by the waist and kissed her again. Y/N slowly tapped the girl on her chest when things started to get heated.

“Let’s keep it PG, we’ve got an audience.” 

Santana bit her lip in embarrassment when she saw that all eyes were on them now.

“But your message was loud and clear this time.” Y/N whispered in her ear and gave her one of the most adorable smiles.

“Oh...” Santana let out a breathy chuckle and looked at the ground. Being nervous was so out of character for her, but whenever it came to her and relationships she was always a simp for her significant other.

“But... can we take it slow? Because-”

Y/N nodded immediately. “I know, you don’t have to tell me. We’ll take it slow.”

✫彡

Y/N sat on Santana’s bed, reading a book while the Latina was trying to write a new song for her album. She heard yet another paper being ripped apart, followed by a loud groan. 

“Baby, you okay?”

Y/N bent over the couch and hugged Santana’s neck from behind, planting a kiss on her temple. Santana sighed and sat back, feeling more relaxed the second Y/N’s arms wrapped around her.

“It’s not working. I can’t seem to get my exact feelings onto paper and what I have now doesn’t even do it a little bit of justice.”

“The break-up song? Let me see-” Y/N went to reach for the notebook but Santana immediately turned around and smiled.

“You know what? I’m starving, and I want to take you out.”

“Oh— are you sure? We just had-”

“I’m sure. I need a break anyway.”

“Okay...well, let me get a jacket.”

Santana watched Y/N walk into the other room before quickly hiding the notebook behind the couch pillows again. She’d feel so embarrassed if Y/N ever read any of her love songs to her. Truth be told, ever since their first kiss in the diner, Santana had found her new muse. She had written a lot of songs since then but not one seemed to be good enough or do the girl justice. Besides, if Y/N read the lyrics to this song... Well, it would make or break their relationship and Santana wasn’t going to lose someone again.

“Let’s go.”

✫彡

“But I can tell my friends, right?”

“Baby, of course you can.”

“Sweet! I’m going to see them again next week. Can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they see you.”

“Oh, I’m... not sure if going with you is such a good idea.”

“I forgot— we’re taking things slow.” Y/N nodded to herself, “Sorry, I get too excited sometimes.”

Santana caressed the girl’s head and planted a kiss on it, “It’s okay. Soon.”

✫彡

“So, what’s been going on with you? I haven’t seen you in a few months.”

Y/N took a sip of her drink, “Well, i’m still working at the diner, that hasn’t changed. And-”

“You’re in love.”

“How-”

“I can sense it. Also, you've posted a lot of cheesy and soft quotes on your twitter so that was a dead give-away.”

“Well, yes. I’m dating someone.”

“Boy? Girl?”

“Girl, duh.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Her friend squealed, “Who is it? Show me a picture, let me approve.”

“It’s Santana Lopez.”

The two friends fell quiet.

“The famous singer?” One of them asked.

“Hun, she’s hardly famous anymore. Are we sure she still even exists?”

“Hey!” Y/N pouted. “But I’m telling you the truth. It’s Santana.”

“Real funny, she doesn’t even live in New York.”

“Uh, yeah, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t. TMZ said she moved back to Ohio after the break-up.”

Y/N shook her head, “They also said she started dating a 80 year-old billionaire and bought a pet alpaca, which I think is ridiculous. You’re too gullible.”

Her friend shrugged, “Perhaps, yeah. But hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell us who it really is yet.”

Y/N rolled her eyes when they switched the topic.

✫彡

“How did it go, babe? Were you happy to see them again?”

“You’re not going to believe me but they thought I was joking.”

“Joking about what?”

Y/N sat down next to Santana on the couch, immediately cuddling up to her. “Well, they didn’t believe I was dating you.”

“Why would they not believe you?”

“I think you forgot that you’re kinda famous.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m hardly famous.”

Y/N mocked her, earning a playful punch in the shoulder from Santana but her smile soon disappeared.

“Um...”

“No bad news, please!” Y/N immediately noticed the change in Santana.

“No, no, don’t worry. I mean, I don’t think it’s bad news— it’s just... a lot...to deal with right now.”

“Just rip the bandaid off.”

Santana grabbed her phone and showed Y/N the post.

“Oh...” Y/N swiped and saw that she had been photographed as well.

“I know we said we would take things slow so I’m so sorry that the media is trying to fuck that up again.” Santana examined Y/N, who was difficult to read. “This is exactly what ruined everything last time. Fuck! Here I thought it would be different this time around. I should’ve never-”

“Santana, sshh.” Y/N grabbed her hand, trying to calm her down. “Stop thinking.” 

Santana looked up like a sad puppy.

“Nothing is getting ruined again. Not on my watch.” She put the phone on the coffee table, “Let’s just ignore that. Let them start rumours, let them guess, let them make up drama but the only two people who really know the truth are you and I. It’s our life, not theirs. So no matter what they will say, I will love you unconditionally for as long as you want me to... and I will never feel differently... about you.” 

Santana's head shot up, looking puzzled and panicked at the same time.

“W-Where did you get that from?”

Y/N smiled at Santana and caressed her cheek, “You need to find better hiding places, babe.”

Y/N suddenly looked worried, “Unless that song wasn’t about me... then... well, this is awkward. Just-”

“I love you.” Santana cut her off, tears in her eyes. She felt the urge to pinch herself but decided it would look silly. Was she really in love again after all that she’d been through? 

“I love you too, unconditionally. And... you better make that song your first single.”

✫彡

“Guys, I’m literally in the pictures with her?!”

“Yah, but you look more like a fan of her than her girlfriend, look at you... swooning.”

“I mean, yes, I adore everything she does...”

Y/N’s friend leaned over and smiled, “So you’re really dating the Santana Lopez?”

“I mean, I sure hope she does...” Santana walked up to their table in the little cafe, startling Y/N’s friends while the girl just looked at them with a smirk on her face. Finally.

Santana sat down next to her and gave her girlfriend a kiss before turning back to the two friends sitting in front of them.

“Is that enough proof or do you need me to bend her o-”

“That’s enough!” Y/N gave Santana a playful slap across the head. 

“Oh my God, no!” Y/N’s friend exclaimed, “Speak for yourself! Imagine the money I’d make with a tape of that! I’d finally be the rich bitch I’ve always been deep down.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at him and it earned a laugh from Santana, “I like you.” 

“Why, muchas gracias.”

“Wow, thanks for completely taking my spotlight. Hi, i’m her best friend, he’s just our accessory.”

“Excuse me?!”

Y/N shook her head at the two of them. 

“Are you regretting you came along?” Y/N turned to her girlfriend.

“We wouldn’t judge you if you said yes, to be honest.” Her friend laughed. 

Santana smiled at them, “No, it’s been a while since I met new people and you two seem fun and well, you mean a lot to this one over here so I’m happy to be here.”

Y/N snuggled up to Santana and put her head on her shoulder.

“Alright, go and make me jealous. It’s fine.”

“Shut up! Now tell us how you two met, please!”

✫彡

Santana couldn’t stop playing with her fingers and the bracelets on her wrist as the hours passed. Only a few more minutes now until her new song ‘My Unconditional Love’ would go online, for the world to hear. There had been a lot of speculations about the two women the past few months, but they had tried to be more discreet when they were outside. Much to the dismay of the paparazzi and tabloids. This song would basically be a dead give away to their relationship but she didn’t care. This song already meant so much to her and Santana hoped she could write plenty more songs like these about Y/N.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

Y/N’s voice interrupted her thinking.

“Wh- No, never! It’s probably my favourite song I ever wrote... it’s just... nerve-wracking, is all.”

“C’mere.”

Santana walked into Y/N’s open arms and let out a big sigh at the feeling of her arms around her. 

“You’ve come a long way and I am so proud of you... but most of all, I’m happy to be on this ride with you. I know this song will point a lot of fingers to us dating but hey, like we said before— no one needs to know but us and our friends and families. Capiche?”

Santana nodded and grabbed the girl’s cheeks, “I’m so happy with you.”

They both beamed from ear to ear until the bell rang. Santana opened the door. 

“I’m so excited!” Kurt squealed and dragged Rachel along inside.

“It’s time, guys!” Y/N sang as she appeared from the kitchen, trying to balance a tray with four champagne glasses on it. 

“Hook your phone up to the speakers!” Rachel grabbed a glass. Santana’s new song started playing which earned raised eyebrows from the three others.

“This isn’t the same song you sent me?!” Kurt exclaimed.

“No, it is. It’s just not the slow version. I’m keeping that version for us.” Santana grabbed Y/N’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “It felt too special to share.”

“Well, damn, I’m digging this one, too!”

They started dancing together to the upbeat song. Y/N kept staring at Santana, who seemed too excited and happy to notice.

Her unconditional love.