#its in bar that you break apart like chocolate even

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Got chewby a new tug and some Christmas dog biscuits that look like donuts (we have mini donuts a lot but they usually have chocolate on them so we can't share with her so I thought it would be fun to get donuts that she CAN have)

And got harely a couple new toys. There's this springy toy that I thought she would like but it makes a squeaky sound when it moves (which I did not realize when I bought it) and shes a little afraid of it. And a rubbery ball with feathers on the ends that I didn't know if she would like but so far its her favorite. AND I found these cat treats that look and feel like chocolate that are made of beef fat and ive had to hide them from her cuz she was trying to tear open the box to get more.

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The Boy is Mine | Javier Peña x Fem!Reader | ~7k wc | Part 1 of the Fantasize series | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: You become obsessed with the new DEA attaché.

Tags: oral (m receiving), stalking, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation (f), we're humping a pillow y'all, light spanking, javi's gun makes an appearance, some physical descriptions but overall it's pretty vague, dubcon, no use of Y/N, reader is a photojournalist, other shit i’m probably forgetting.

A/N: i told myself i was going to take my time with this but i've been hyperfixated on this song and music video since it dropped... imagining my favorite pedro boy and... well i cranked this sucker out so fast. oh to break in to javi's apartment and blow him into oblivion 😫 let me know what you think! i might write a part 2 if there's interest for it xoxo mwah enjoy queridas. 🖤

DIVIDERS CREDIT: saradika

You’ve never seen a man so handsome. So determined. So capable.

So perfect.

You knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that he was the one.

You’d been waiting outside of the embassy in the pouring rain for over an hour trying to catch him while on his break, wanting to get a quote from the new DEA attaché on his plans to tackle the Cali cartel.

That’s why you’re here in Colombia. Fresh out of grad school with a masters in photojournalism. Your advisor had presented to you a great position in South America involving documenting the war on drugs and its subsequent effects. Despite Pablo Escobar’s death, this so called war remained relentless, and with your ability to capture photos that truly are worth a thousand words, your advisor knew you’d be perfect for the job.

So here you are, immersed in a beautiful country, working your dream job. It had its bad days just like anything else; but your passion and prowess made those hard days worth it.

When he finally did emerge from the government building, you shivered and it wasn’t because you were soaking wet from the rain. 

Your handbag did little to nothing to shield you from it as you held it over your head and jogged over to him.

He immediately blew you off, quickly eyeing your appearance before giving you a simple ‘no comment’ which would usually piss you off and have you press further–– however, you were left in a trancelike state by merely being in his presence.

He was more handsome than you could have imagined. You didn’t know what he looked like before arriving, solely going off the description given to you by your boss then what little his secretary had told you when you called to ask for a meeting earlier (which you were denied).

Brows cinched together in a perpetual frown, pouty lips turned downward in a scowl with chocolate brown eyes that make you miss the warmth of your hometown. 

He had taken your breath away entirely, leaving you standing there in a puddle of both rain and arousal as he darted off in the opposite direction.

That was all you needed, really, to be thrown into a pit of absolute delusion and wanton want for Javier Peña.

You watch him relentlessly. At first, it began with scouring through the archives, reading any printings that involved him, seeing his photograph on countless articles and video footage of him giving press conferences.

The more you dived in to the professional life of the agent, the more devoted you became.

Then the following started. To and from work. Late nights at the bar. While tracking down leads. You can’t help yourself, you are obsessed. Everything this man does is fascinating, further deluding you into an infatuated trance.

You don’t know where this side of you came from. You’re usually so unproblematic and independent, your sole focus being your career with little to no time to even fathom romance.

There’s just something about him that flipped this twisted switch within you, rendering you a cock-thirsty, lovestruck mess.

One night, you watched him bring another woman home and that’s when you realized how palpable your obsession had gotten. The jealousy that bubbled in your chest became unbearable. So much, that it led you to get out of your car, climb the fire escape of his luxurious apartment building, and onto his balcony.

You observed from the other side of the glass door, in the shadows, as he took this woman on his couch.

A plethora of toxic emotions swirled within you. Envy and arousal the most intense, your thighs clenching together at the sight of his bare torso against the gentle, warm light of the singular lamp that was on.

A sheen of sweat glistened over his tan skin. He is so chiseled with a softness that makes you want to run your tongue against every dip and ridge, all the way down to the enticing trail of hair that leads right to what you crave the most.

You sighed, fantasizing about being in that lucky bitch’s spot, with his hands running all over you, kneading and squeezing your curves, the scratch of his mustache having your skin curl beneath the coarser touch. You managed to control the whimper that threatened to slip up your throat in the off chance that it got you caught.

It’s not until you felt your pager in your pocket that you returned to reality, the buzz forcefully pulling you from your erotic daydream. With a final glance at their moving bodies, at him, you swiftly descended the fire escape and to the nearest phone booth.

Since that night you’ve been insatiable. You just need one taste, a small, micro dose of him to keep your hunger at bay.

It’s not until a few days later that you return to his apartment. He’s away for work in Cali (you followed him to the airport, watching him board the plane behind your thick sunglasses and a newspaper) leaving his place empty with no surveillance. You ascend the fire escape again, the city lights of the capitol twinkling in the distance. 

Slipping your gloves on, you expertly pick the lock of the balcony door before suavely entering the space. You’ve been practicing on your own at home in preparation.

It’s neat and clean. Not much personality to it which is unsurprising considering how stoic this man is. His hardened demeanor amongst the many things about him that drive you crazy. There’s never a break in his expression, always painted with typical tension and weariness.

You wonder if you could be the one who is able to crack him. To get a reaction out of that handsome face.

After surveying the entirety of the open space, you sneak down the hallway and push open the door of his bedroom.

Immediately, his smell engulfs your senses and your eyes flutter close at the scent. It’s comforting yet enticing; nothing different than what other men smell like, but there’s something about Javier specifically that you just can’t describe.

It’s so satisfying. A fucking aphrodisiac.

Walking deeper into the room, you diligently rummage through his belongings, beginning in his en suite bathroom.

With every little piece you study, you learn more about the agent. What toothpaste he uses, the brand of razors that he buys, the specific shade of blue of his towels.

Little things you wouldn’t be able to catch during your, plainly put, stalking.

Back in the room, you open the drawer that stores his shirts, your fingers running along the front of a brightly colored pink one that’s neatly folded at the top.

You imagine yourself walking around in this and nothing else, the softness of the fabric hanging from your curves, unbuttoned enough to expose the swells of your breasts, and maybe even a nipple slip to tempt him even further.

Would he think you look sexy in his clothes?

You now stand at the foot of his large bed, the window behind it casting the silver of the moonlight against the mattress tantalizingly, as if urging you to go full on goldilocks by climbing in it and pretending it’s a bed you share with him.

You stare and you stare, lower lip pinched between your teeth before you gently crawl onto it, lowering your chest so it brushes against the duvet as your nose trails up up up until it’s at his pillow, inhaling deeply as you get a more potent smell of him. 

A sweet moan pushes through your lips, your clit throbbing in tandem with your heart as you lose yourself entirely, your mind already conjuring an erotic fantasy.

Your lips against his thick neck, licking and biting the salty skin while he fucks you in missionary. The details become so vivid; that familiar furrow of his brows as he concentrates on your soaking cunt swallowing his cock, fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he praises you for taking his dick like the good little slut that you are.

You whimper, grinding your hips against the mattress, the friction delicious against your clit, while your nose remains buried in the pillow.

Deciding that you need more, you lift your head momentarily to grab one of the other cushions and then slip your jeans off; tossing them on the floor and placing the cushion between your thighs.

Positioning yourself at the perfect angle, you bring the pillow he sleeps on up to your face and begin to grind down on the one between your legs.

Drifting back to your lewd thoughts, you picture him beneath you while your hips move at a sensual pace. You know you’d take him bare, needing to feel every vein and divot… how thick he is breaking your pussy open while simultaneously molding it to fit perfectly tight around his cock.

His mouth on your bouncing breasts, nipping and sucking on your nipples while his large hand runs down to land a harsh slap against your ass cheek, groping the skin to soothe it before repeating the action again and again and again.

You move faster against the pillow, your now ruined panties only adding to the overwhelming sensation as the wet fabric rubs against your needy pussy. 

“Javier…” His name falls from your lips in a gasp when your face leaves the pillow, your body needing fresh air but you being selfish and wanting to suffocate in his scent. You know your wetness is smearing all over the pillow but you really don’t give a fuck at the moment, too caught up in your own pleasure and delusions to think of how wrong this is.

But it feels so good.

Your free hand goes under your shirt and bra to massage your sensitive tit, stomach tightening as your orgasm begins to creep up on you.

You think of his devilishly curved nose and how fucking magnificent it’d feel nudging against your clit while you ride his face. That position specifically has always made you a little nervous due to the thickness of your thighs and ass, but you just know that he would be able to handle it like the sex god that he is.

His tongue would lap over your slit hungrily, kissing your folds before wrapping his lips around the flesh of your clit and sucking hard. The phantom sensation of it is enough to get you to hump harder against the pillow and bury your face into the one in your hands once more, your cunt clenching around nothing as euphoria washes over you.

The room is filled with your muffled moans and cries of his name as you come undone, hips wildly thrusting against the cushion and your juices absolutely soak through it.

It’s an out of body experience, really, as you attempt to return back to earth.

You’ve never came that hard, especially not on your own.

Breathing heavily, you take what feels like an eternity to calm your shaking body down. Once your mind is a little clearer, you wobble off the bed and proceed to wash the pillow you just marked like a possessive cat, lounging around his apartment until you’ve made sure everything is as he left it before swiftly making your exit.

His return comes in the form of a news broadcast. You’re in the middle of cooking dinner when you hear the anchorwoman report that one of the Cali godfathers, Gilberto Rodríguez, has been arrested thanks to the joint efforts of the DEA and Search Bloc.

The kitchen knife falls from your hands and onto the cutting board as you scurry over to the boxy television set in your living room, fingers twisting the knob to increase the volume as he appears.

You’re kneeled in front of the screen, face damn near pressed up against it as you intently watch him command the room. He stands behind a podium with microphones pointed at him from every direction, cameras shuttering, an array of men on either side of him and a large crowd gathered at the front.

“I promise you… the other three godfathers will fall.”

You nod your head as if he is speaking only to you, “That’s right baby, you tell them. So hot.” 

You stand, attention still fully on the television as that familiar stir of arousal begins to heat up within you.

He’s home and your resolve is wearing thin. Thin enough that you decide to say fuck it.

You need another taste.

Dinner is long forgotten as you go to your room, pulling open the closet and grabbing a solid black box from the top shelf.

You purchased this little number when your fantasies had begun. Wearing it around your apartment while you teased yourself, roleplaying him coming home after a long work trip and using your pussy to help him forget the horrors of his job.

Using a realistic looking dildo, you imagined it to be the man of your dreams while you fucked yourself with it in a myriad of positions.

The outfit is simple. A short, black leather dress with a corset bust and sheer sleeves that cover your shoulders and arms, doing a great job of making you look sexy. The skirt falls at your upper thigh, exposing your nylon clad legs paired with simple black heels. You slip on your mesh gloves, your red acrylics popping against the black, almost see through material.

The ensemble looks divine against your skin but you feel like something is missing. Taking one, long look at your face you realize that you’re not ready to fully reveal yourself to him, so you turn back to your closet and your eyes light up once you see the cat mask you wore to a costume party not that long ago.

You smirk at the idea.

A sexy little cat burglar. Breaking in to take what she wants.

Putting it on, your reflection stares back at you and you feel like a whole different person. The corset cinches your waist just right, your thighs curvy and inviting beneath the stockings, tits pressed together and almost spilling out the top.

The lacy mask covers half your face, leaving your glossy lips exposed with cute kitten ears at the top. 

You’d fuck yourself, honestly. This new wave of confidence does nothing but fuel your determination.

Walking over to the opposite side of your room, you tilt your head up to take in the shrine of photos you’ve made of him.

Most come from you and your camera, all those days you spent watching him and documenting his every move. Others are from newspapers then there’s some messy sketches you did out of boredom.

Your finger comes up to trace his sharp features on one of the pictures, lingering on his nose and your pussy tingles as you breathe out a wistful sigh.

You can’t wait to try him.

Throwing on a black trench coat, you leave your apartment and take the familiar route to his. It’s raining, but not harsh enough to spoil your plans. Just a light drizzle.

When you arrive, your heart sinks at the fact that he isn’t home yet. Of course. He was just on TV! You hadn’t really thought this plan all the way through, absolutely blinded by your desire.

Whatever, you take the time to touch up on your makeup and fix your hair. The night presses on until finally you see his jeep coming down the road and pulling into the garage of the building.

With a final look over in your rearview mirror, you exit the car and cross the street to make your way up the familiar ladder, careful not to slip against the slick surface with the heels you have on.

Thankfully there’s no one out tonight, and if there was you aren’t sure how the hell you’d explain what you’re doing. You don’t even know how to explain it to yourself.

The butterflies in your stomach wildly flutter once you make it to his balcony, rain droplets adorn the glass door and you crouch to keep yourself hidden.

He walks in not long after, looking exhausted as ever as he pulls his tie loose around his neck and tosses his keys into a small bowl at the entryway table. His expensive dress shoes are kicked off, suit jacket slipping from shoulders revealing how broad he is. You bite your lip.

He stalks across the apartment, not even glancing in your direction, unbuttoning part of his shirt and rolling up the sleeves. His figure is a little blurry due to the condensation on the door but you don’t care, you’re under his spell as you watch him pour himself a glass of whiskey.

Wetting your lips, you can almost taste the spicy liquor as he drinks it in one shot before pouring himself another. Except this time it’s on the rocks.

Would the ice make his lips cool? Surely. A shiver dances down your spine at the thought of them pressed against your heated skin. 

The orange street light casts softly into the space, the shadows sharpening his features and making him look more rugged and masculine and just downright fuckable. You want to so badly break through the glass and take a seat on that chiseled jaw, to have him harshly grip your ass as you fuck yourself on his tongue.

He disappears down the hallway and into his office, giving you the opportunity to sneak in like last time. You give yourself one final pep talk before fully committing, slipping off the trench coat and tossing it aside.

After picking the lock, you very diligently and quietly slide the door open and enter, shutting it behind you.

Just like the cat burglar you pretend to be, you suavely follow his trail down the hallway, leaving a wet trail of your own from the rain, stopping at the cracked door of his office.

You see him hunched over his wooden desk, back facing you, deep in thought at whatever documents lay sprawled against the surface.

His back muscles tense with every subtle move he makes, your dark eyes taking him in entirely from his slutty little waist to the curls at the nape of his neck.

You can tell he’s been frustratingly running his fingers through his hair since it’s sticking up in some places, making it look so sexily tousled.

You want to tug on it, run your fingertips against his scalp while he devours you whole.

So lost in your observance of him, you don’t catch the moan that escapes you and his head snaps up at the sound. 

Your eyes widen and you take a delicate step back, still watching as he reaches for the gun that’s nestled against his lower back.

Trying not to make too much noise, you make your way further down the hall and into his bedroom, heart in your throat as you climb into his bed, laying on your side with your body weight propped up on one hand as you anticipate his presence.

This is it. This is what you’ve been dreaming of since the moment you laid eyes on him.

The first thing you see is the silver tip of his pistol as the door opens further, then he comes fully into view with that goddamn scowl on his face that makes your skin tingle.

His breath hitches once he lays eyes on you, large hands squeezing the weapon as you sexily wave at him.

“Hello agent.”

Your sweet voice fills the space, the muted sound of the weather picking up outside serving as the perfect white noise to set the ambiance for this scene.

“Who the fuck are you and how the hell did you get in here?”

Oh, his voice. So smooth yet raspy like the whiskey and cigarettes he can’t live without.

“An admirer that saw you took down one of the godfathers and decided to come thank you in person.”

His gaze narrows, gun lowering slightly as he contemplates whether you’re a threat or not.

You are, but not in the way that he thinks.

“How did you get in?”

“That’s a trick I’m going to have to keep to myself.”

You shift your body, moving to rest on your knees and you watch as his eyes lustfully trace the contours of your figure. You’re absolutely keening beneath the heaviness of his stare, loving the fact that you have his undivided attention.

It doesn’t even worry you that he’s got a fully loaded gun pointed right at your pretty face. If anything, it just turns you on even more.

“What do you want?”

“I already told you. To thank you in person.” Your eyes roll and his jaw tightens.

“Thank me in person?” He echoes your words with a dry chuckle, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Let me show you.” Your tone is hushed and dripping with suggestion, slipping off the bed slowly and sensually.

You watch his adam’s apple bob at your change of position, letting him see you in your full get up, watching intently as his eyes land on a different part of your body with every second that passes.

“Drop the gun, Javier.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I could do right now.”

You cock your head to the side, eyes narrowing behind the mask as you contemplate your next move.

He’s standing on the rug that’s spread out against the wooden floor which gives you an idea.

“Please? I’m not going to hurt you.” You whine with a pout, beginning to lower yourself to the ground as if showing him your unwavering submission.

The seconds that tick by feel like hours as you attentively take each other in. Then you hear it, your ears twitching at the faint sound of the safety switching on and it’s enough to spur you into action.

You don’t know where this newfound strength comes from, probably the adrenaline you feel of simply existing in the same room as him. You yank the rug, causing him to lose his footing as he falls onto his back with a loud thud, the gun slipping from his grasp and sliding across the floor.

He groans out in pain but you don’t care, pulling him closer, then fully on your knees as you begin to crawl over to him.

“I told you to put the gun down.” 

He’s still on his back, making no attempt to move as you draw closer. He does lean up on his forearms, dark eyes fixed on you, watching as you shuffle on your hands and knees until you plant your hands on his shins and work your way up.

You barely graze the hardening bulge in his pants, causing him to shudder, and white heat licks at your core knowing that in this moment; he wants you too.

The two of you don’t break eye contact as you straddle him, gloved hands falling on his pecs.

“I’m not usually like this…” you begin in a gentle murmur, running your open palms anywhere you can, relishing in feeling his taut body beneath yours after fantasizing about it for so long, “Shit, it’s like news to me, but I can’t ignore my heart anymore.”

One of your hands wraps around his tie, tugging on it harshly until you’re nose to nose with the man that’s been living in your head rent free for the past few weeks.

His lust blown, brown eyes search yours, as if trying to discern your identity which you assume he’ll never figure out. You’ve only ever had that one interaction and even then he had barely paid you any attention.

You feel his breath fanning across your mouth, so badly do you want to press your lips against his but you suppress the urge.

You continue to play with him, enjoying this sense of power you have with how compliant he’s being.

You expected for him to be fully dominant, which you know he’s capable of being since you watched him fuck the shit out of that one girl. But it seems like this, your taboo act and the suddenness of it, is affecting him in an entirely different way.

You put pressure against your palms, having him lay flat on his back and you hover over him, taking in all the small details of his charming face.

The frown lines, hairs of his mustache, blemishes and faint scars. Every little detail making you fall harder and harder for him. He has no idea just how much he means to you.

“What game are you playing at here, gatita?” He gives in, entranced by this enigma of a woman that’s perched over him. His calloused hands grip at your outer thighs, blunt fingernails almost ripping the fabric of your stockings.

You hum at his touch, loving the sound of the pet name, gently rocking on his lap and clutching his shirt in your fists.

“One where you’re the prize, handsome.”

You lean forward, sticking your tongue out and slowly licking a broad stripe from his chin all the way to the tip of his nose, curling your tongue when you flick at it.

His chest vibrates with a groan and you smirk at the feeling of his cock twitching underneath his pants.

“You looked so good on the news tonight. I couldn’t help myself.”

You undo his tie, toying with the notion of wrapping it around his wrists to detain him, but with what you have planned on doing to him tonight, you’d rather keep his hands accessible. 

Maybe next time.

You toss the silky fabric aside to focus on unbuttoning his shirt. He does nothing but remain silent, his chest heaving up and down while he suppresses the primal urge to take over and fuck this sweet little thing that’s dropped herself on his lap.

And you know he’s more than capable of switching the roles. He’s strong and skilled, could easily flip you onto your back and proceed to exert his dominance over you.

But you’re the one with the grand plan here, not him, and he’s indulging in your shared fantasy by letting you do whatever it is that you want, lost in a horny daze of his own.

The silence is comfortable and it further builds the sexual tension. You finish getting his shirt undone, opening it wider to get a better look at his toned body.

“So hot. You drive me crazy, agent.” You’re so wet, the slickness of your arousal seeping through the flimsy material of your thong smears against his fancy dress pants.

“Y tú, kitten, look like something out of a wet fucking dream. I have to be dreaming.”

You giggle, blushing at his words as some coyness slips into your facade.

“You’re not dreaming. I promise you.” 

Leaning down once more, you begin to leave wet kisses against the cut of his jaw, suckling on the warm skin then running your nose along the length of his neck.

You take in a deep breath, smelling his cologne atop of his sweat and natural scent and you feel so high. 

No amount of cocaine comes close to how Javier Peña makes you feel.

You suck a love bite against a protruding vein in his neck, a grunt pushing past his lips at the sensation of your teeth grazing the skin. 

Satisfied with your possessive marking, you lick from his jaw all the way up to his ear, biting down on the lobe.

“Now I’m going to taste you.” You purr seductively, leaning back to look down at his absolutely wrecked face.

His puppy eyes stare up at you like you’re the only woman in the world, a goddess that’s decided to bestow such an erotic experience onto him. He knows you’re about to ruin his body for any other woman that comes after you.

You decide to be a little theatrical, slowly pulling off your gloves to reveal your pretty hands and fresh manicure.

He can’t help but bring his large hand up to grasp your wrist, pulling your hand closer to his face as he studies your nails before gently nipping at your fingers, then slipping two digits into his mouth, running his tongue all over them and sucking them softly.

You gasp at the sensation, not breaking eye contact while he smirks at your reaction. Suddenly, lighting strikes and the room is illuminated for a split second in the white light. 

You both look so feral, suspended in this vivacious moment.

Pulling your hand away, you let it drag down his pouty bottom lip, pinching the delicate skin before shuffling back on his lap.

You hover again, this time at eye level with his chest as you place soft kisses against his brown skin, tongue peering out to lick his pecs then down his soft tummy.

His hips buck involuntarily and you pull back, tilting your head to the side as you look down at him.

“Stay still or this little kitten is going to find someone else to play with.”

A litany of curses fall from his lips in both English and Spanish, but you pay it no mind, your attention on his belt as you unbuckle it then pop the button of his dress pants.

Leaning down, you bring your face until it’s right at his crotch and you catch the metallic zipper between your teeth.

Slowly pulling it down, your eyes flit up to him and he’s intently watching you, his own tongue hanging from his mouth like a dog in anticipation of what you’re about to do.

You press your nose into the fabric of his now exposed boxers, nuzzling your face against his erection and his breath catches in his throat.

Your wetness managed to penetrate through his pants and onto his boxers, so you kitten lick your arousal from him and he lets out a guttural moan.

Basking in the sounds of his pleasure, you continue until there’s a giant wet spot on the cotton.

Deciding that it’s time you get what you came here for, your fingers hook at the band of his bottoms, dragging them down to his mid thigh and he assists you by lifting his hips.

His cock is so fucking big. Your eyes widen at the sight as it rests against his left thigh.

It’s thick, like you imagined, with ridges and veins that are begging to be traced by the tip of your tongue.

The color of it is a little darker than the rest of his body, the weeping tip plush and leaking with excessive precum from your foreplay. It’s cut with a subtle curve, long enough to where you know if he angles it just right; he’d bruise the fuck out of your cervix.

“Mmm,” you hum, licking your lips like a woman who has been starved for far too long.

“¿Que pasó, nena? Cat got your tongue?” This asshole, teasing you as if he’s not the one at your mercy.

But is that really the truth? One would observe that you’re the one at his mercy; considering your obsession with the DEA agent.

“It just looks so delicious,” you purr, bringing your hand to hover your face.

Meeting his gaze, you seductively lick your palm, wetting it with your saliva before wrapping it around his throbbing length.

“Mierda,” he hisses, head dropping back against the hardwood floor as you begin to pump him in languid motions, getting a feel for what he likes. Attuned.

His flesh feels warm and smooth beneath your smaller hand, your thumb swipes over his tip as you collect some of his precum.

You bring it up to your lips, sucking it into your mouth and you whimper at the taste. Salty, heady, intoxicating.

You need more.

Your hand leaves his cock as you position yourself in between his strong thighs. His dick stands erect, waiting for you to lavish it in your attention.

Leaning down, you poke your tongue out to run one long, broad stripe from his balls all the way up to his head.

He shudders, fists clenching at his sides while his slit spurts out more precum.

“I got you all wet, baby.” you gloat with a gentle laugh, repeating the motion a few more times.

Each groan of his and twitch of his body influences you to keep going, placing open mouthed kisses all over his base then up and down his cock. Making out with it.

You let a wad of spit fall over his tip and watch as it drips down obscenely over his length, bringing your hand back to pump him a little faster with a tighter grip. Your saliva drips from in between your knuckles. 

“That’s it, gatita, just like that pretty girl.” He’s getting more vocal now and you’re intoxicated, drunk off his praise.

You slap the fat head of his cock against your pursed lips a few times before letting your tongue lap at the slit then sinfully lick around the tip. 

Your tongue continues its assault on his girth, lapping every inch of it like he’s a refreshing mango popsicle on a hot summer day.

The attention is then shifted on his balls as you continue to jerk him, the tip of your muscle outlining the sensitive skin before you suck one into your mouth softly.

“Puta madre, bebita, esa boquita feels like fucking heaven.”

You whimper, nuzzling your nose against his sack and taking in his musky smell. Your mouth waters, drool leaking from the corners as you reposition yourself back over his hard cock.

You part your lips, taking him slowly, inch by inch as you savor the weight of him inside your hot mouth. Your hand remains at his base while you swallow him whole, tongue lapping around the bits that it can reach.

It’s not until you feel him tickle the back of your throat that you pull back slightly, sucking your cheeks in and beginning to set a slow pace.

Up, down, up, down.

He’s so fucking big, you’re not able to take him fully down your throat… yet. You’re gonna need a moment to break open your mouth enough to fit him.

He continues with his praises. The sweet filth that fills your ears urging you to be a good girl and to suck his cock like your life depends on it.

Because it does. All you want to do is lose yourself in him, to become nothing more than just Javier’s plaything.

Tears pool at your tear ducts from the messy head you’re giving but it doesn’t deter you. You just blink them away and take him further down your throat.

You splutter and gag as he presses against your uvula, causing him to inadvertently bring his hand down to the back of your head, fisting your hair.

You wince but the pain feels delicious on your scalp. You pull away and his saliva coated cock falls from your swollen lips with a trail of spit connecting you two.

“I want you to fuck my face, Javier. Can you do that for me?”

You bat your lashes, biting on your lower lip as you look up at him.

Your back is arched sexily, giving him a good view of your ass behind you as you remain on your knees in between his legs.

“Si, gatita, whatever you want.”

He gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, guiding you back to his cock.

He slips back into your mouth easily, his hips bucking upward to fully bury himself down your throat.

You breathe through your nose as he begins to set the pace, much harsher and faster than what you’ve been doing on your own.

The filthy sounds of his groans mixed with your gagging and squelching of your mouth fill the room and it’s like music to your ears.

You fucking love this. Love the way he’s fucking your throat and using it to get himself off.

His other hand falls down to tenderly caress your cheek, cupping your jaw and that sets off an explosion of fireworks against your needy pussy, moving your hips against nothing. The simple act is enough to get you closer to your own orgasm.

Your fingernails dig into his meaty thighs when he manages to fully situate himself into your mouth, the tip of your nose brushing against his coarse pubic hairs.

He keeps you there, depriving you of oxygen and your jaw aches with how it’s been widely unhinged for the past however long.

You don’t care about your pain, you only care about tasting his cum when he finally releases inside of you.

“I’m so close baby, god damn it I could die in this pretty little mouth. Such a filthy whore, breaking into my apartment just so you can suck my cock.”

You whimper, the sound vibrating around his shaft and you bring one of your hands down beneath your skirt and panties, rubbing tight circles against your engorged clit.

He goes back to thrusting in and out of your throat while you pleasure yourself; both of you teetering on the precipice of your respective orgasms.

The hold on the back of your head tightens as his climax begins to peak, and the tension of it is enough to send you over the edge first.

You splutter and groan all over his cock while you cum, your release coating your fingers and dripping down your folds and onto your inner thighs.

“Fuck I’m about to come. You better swallow every fucking drop gatita. Isn’t that what you came here for? Ah-shit, to milk my cock like the perverted bitch that you are?”

If you hadn’t come already, you would be now with his abrasive words and rougher thrusts of his hips.

“I bet, fuuuck, bet that pussy tastes so fucking sweet and feels as heavenly as this mouth. Ay gatita sucia, you gonna let me destroy your tight little cunt or are you going to leave me with just a taste of your boquita?”

You want to respond, to tell him that you want nothing more than to have his cock split you open, to render you a mess that can’t walk for days after getting fucked hard by him.

His thrusts stagger and he comes with a primitive growl, his hot seed spilling into your mouth and down your throat.

You moan at the feeling and he holds you flush against his pelvis while he empties his balls into you.

When he’s finally drained, you tentatively let him fall from your mouth with a lewd pop, some of his spend still resting on your tongue.

You climb up his body again, noticing the bead of sweat dripping from the tip of his brow and down his chiseled cheek. His lips are swollen, much like yours, from chewing on it due to the intensity of your ministrations.

His dark eyes are swimming with lust and adoration, shallow breaths exhaling from his nostrils.

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out so he can see his milky cum against the pink muscle before you retract it and swallow exaggeratedly, smirking as you bring the back of your hand up to wipe the saliva and other fluids that coat the bottom half of your face.

“Thank you for keeping us safe from the narcos, agent.” You whisper, reaching for your gloves to slip them back on.

He watches intently before he raises the hand that had just cupped your cheek affectionately to the edge of your mask, beginning to lift it up to expose your identity.

“¿Quien eres, gatita?”

You stop him by grasping his wrist harshly, shaking your head.

“Un secreto,” you whisper back, close enough to where your lips are softly brushing against each other.

Moving his hand away from your face, your eyes gaze into his one final time before you lean in to press a sweet kiss against his lips. 

It’s everything you dreamed of and more, the feeling of his mouth slotting against yours in the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone.

You pull back before things get heated again, your mission now complete until the next time.

“I’m going to leave now,” you begin in a hushed tone, “and you’re going to stay right here. You’re not going to follow me out or stop me. Are we clear?”

Another tilt of your head and you can see the resistance in his stare, how badly he wants to keep you here like a pet. His kitten.

But he nods ever so slightly.

“Will I see you again?”

Yes, but you don’t reveal this to him so easily.

“Only if you do something worth warranting a visit.”

With that, you rise from his lap, your long legs on either side of his waist as you look down upon this man you just wrecked without giving him your name or letting him get a good look at your face.

His eyes trail over you, trying to etch the image of you in his mind for the lonely days that are about to come.

He won’t forget you, that’s for sure. You’re about to infiltrate his mind in the same manner in which he infiltrated yours.

The soft click of your heels can be heard as you depart from his bedroom, leaving him with his soft cock out and pants down his legs.

Before closing the bedroom door behind you, you stop and look at him over your shoulder.

“Goodnight agent.”

The minutes tick by agonizingly slow before he scrambles to get up, grunting at the subtle pain in his back as he tucks himself back into his pants and picks his gun up to place on the dresser.

He follows your wet trail down the hallway and to the glass door of his balcony that you purposefully left cracked; an answer to his earlier question.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

He smirks when he sees the heart shape you’ve left against the surface. 

[joostsblog]

im sending this ask to myself as a reminder for this fic idea i just had: joost friends to lovers trope inspired by fallingforyou by the 1975!!! "I read between the lines and touched your leg again" "I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck" aaaaaaaahhhh!!!

hello joostsblog you read my mind you know me so well its scary

fallingforyou ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: You know im a sucker for friends to lovers 👀

Warnings: not proofread

There were times when you were uncertain of Joost's feelings for you and there were times you were very certain.

Like when he would gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while you were talking. The touch would feel so intimate yet mundane. After all the strand dangling in front of your eye had been bothering you.

Or when he would lift you up so you could catch a look at the artist on stage when you were doomed to standing at the very back of the pit. Or when he would get you a drink after you finished rambling about your shit day at your job. In those moments you wondered whether you were the only one that secretly wished that touches lingered longer and lips would inch closer.

Then there were the times when his hugs definitely felt distanced in the way a platonic hug should be. Or when he would tell you how fit he thought that brunette across the bar was and you would tell him about your latest failed tinder date. In those moments you were certain you were just a friend to him.

You had known each other since you were 19 and you'd grown together. You had just started uni in Amsterdam and Joost's music career was slowly taking off. He'd call you in between lectures to convince you to come out to one of his gigs in the evening even though you needed to study. In the end, you would almost always show up. Even if it meant biking half an hour to get there with your uni bag still slung across your body.

When you were 23 and just finished your bachelor's degree, Joost was able to move into a bigger apartment. You vividly remember the day you turned in your final assignment and went to Jumbo to buy some supermarket flowers and a bottle of wine. You biked to Joost's new apartment where he greeted you with your favourite chocolate and a banner hung across his living room congratulating you on graduating uni.

Nowadays Joost constantly nags you and says he misses those days when you were still unemployed, when you didn't spend 5 days of your week at work. "I don't miss it," you would laugh and remember those uncertain times when you didn't know how to make rent and whether you would ever get a job. Joost would always help you out, buy you food or even cover rent, no matter how sternly you protested.

Your friends would tell you to get together already. That you were made for each other. But every few years you watched the other person get into a relationship while the other one was just healing from a tough break-up. Fate never really seemed to align with the two of you. So after a few years you didn't even think of the possibility of the two of you getting with each other realistically. That didn't mean you stopped wishing for it. Joost was your everything, you loved him - more than as just a friend.

The days had gotten shorter, the weather rainier and even you had admitted that sweaters were more appropriate to wear than

t-shirts. It was Friday evening and you tried to break the news to Joost that you would be going home already.

"No, (Y/N), please stay," Joost whined and you laughed.

"I'm sorry, I can't," you said. "I'm so tired." You had come to your favourite bar straight after work to meet Joost and some of your other friends. "I need to just lay on my couch and do nothing until I fall asleep now," you insisted.

Joost pouted. "I miss you," he said and your heart broke at the sight of his sad face. "I miss hanging out with you constantly," Joost lightly touched your elbow. Uncertain.

"I know," you said empathetically. "Me too," you put your hand ontop of Joost's to comfort him. "Do you wanna come with me? We can lay on the couch together until I fall asleep," you suggested before you could even think about it too much. His eyes lit up.

"Of course."

You unlocked your apartment door before you both stepped in.

"I haven't been here in forever," Joost remarked and you agreed as you took off your coat.

"Oh," you said as your coat button got caught up in Joost's belt which forced you two to step closer to each other. You laughed and felt your heart suddenly beat faster. Joost took advantage of the moment and wrapped his arms around you to engulf you in a comforting hug. Uncertain.

You laughed on the couch as you tried to pick a shitty reality tv show on Netflix to watch while you knew that you would end up talking over it the whole way through anyways. You watched Joost's face as he told you about his most recent song he finished and all you could think to yourself was, how you wanted nothing more right now than to lean over to him and kiss his neck as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if you had done it a thousand times already. But what if you did? Would that be so bad? What was the worst thing that could happen?

After all, there were those moments when you were uncertain. Those moments that could mean that Joost wanted the same thing from you. The meanings between the lines which you could interpret correctly.

So the nonchalant touch to his knee maybe wasn't so daring after all. The touch that made Joost stop in his words just for a millisecond before he continued with his story with just a hint of a shy smile on his face.

The touch that lingered on his leg even after you removed your hand again. The touch that made him move closer to you when Joost wondered whether he understood your gesture correctly.

You lifted up the blanket so Joost could cuddle up beside you. Both of your words only whispers now that you were so close. Joost's bare arm was touching against the wool of your jumper and you wished the fabric wasn't a barrier between you in this moment.

"How is it that we never were single at the same time until now?" Joost asked and you laughed.

"I know right," you agreed. "And now I work a full-time job and we can't even enjoy being single together," you joked.

"Well, what if I don't want to be single?" Joost asked.

"Are you on dating apps again?" you asked earnestly.

"No."

"Well, you're not really trying then," you stated.

"I am," Joost said and looked at you with an unreadable expression.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked nervously.

"I don't know," Joost said before looking away.

"I don't wanna be single too," you sighed. "I miss the romance."

"Yeah?" Joost asked.

"Yes, like having someone cook your favourite meal for you with roses on the diner table and a massage while watching my favourite movie or something," you said.

"I can do those things," Joost said.

"Well, of course you can," you laughed. "But you'd be missing the romance element," you reminded him.

"Ouch," Joost said. "If you think you could never fall in love with me you could tell me in a nicer way, you know."

"That's not what I meant," you said and dreaded saying what you were about to say. "I mean the other way around. You wouldn't be romantically interested in me."

Joost paused.

"How would you know that?" he asked.

You paused.

Were you reading between the lines? Was there something there in his words? An unspoken implication he expected you to take up on?

"I don't know," you said quietly. It was the truth. You didn't know. You didn't know you were just a friend to Joost or whether there was something more.

"Well, you would know if I leaned in to kiss you," Joost whispered, his voice almost cracking. "And I would know if you leaned in to kiss me," he continued and your heart started beating faster than it already did.

Certain.

You leaned in to close the small distance left between you and Joost. His hand reached up to cup your cheek before your lips eventually met in a passionate kiss. His lips tasted so sweet against yours, like they were made to be pressed against yours. His fingertips felt so tender against your cheek. The frame of his dorky glasses ever so slightly bumped against your nose as you both deepened the kiss, desperate to feel each other after years of longing for a moment like this. After you pulled back you saw a happy grin on Joost's face mirroring yours.

"I've been falling for you for such a long time."

[loveshotzz]

Lovesick!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Made For Loving You

summary: Eddie’s in love and can’t keep his hands to himself.

warnings: 18 + mentions of drinking, smoking, public making out, semi public oral (f receiving)

word count: 2k

authors note: distance makes the heart grow fonder and I missed Eddie a whole lot. Here’s him being in love with you and eating you out from his POV. thought I’d try something new. Eddie moved away from Hawkins and to a city where he could be loud and himself in this AU.

Eddie watches white smoke billow from between your parted red lips, faded and just slightly smeared from cupping your hands over them when he made you laugh inside the bar you stood outside of. He was still enamored by them. By you. Your cheeks hollow out when you take another long drag of his cigarette after you’d asked for only one swearing that you only did it when you drank. He’d sit here and watch you smoke his whole pack if you’d let him.

The city skyline shines bright behind you, it's beautiful but its glimmer pales in comparison to the way you smile as you tell him a story he’s already heard before. He doesn’t care, you could tell it on a loop if it means you’ll keep looking at him like that. When you finally hand it back to him he notices the way your eyes glaze over when your fingers brush against his rings.

The urge to kiss you is strong but he’s enjoying this moment too much.

Nodding his head in agreement to a new story about an argument you had with a customer at the record shop he’d met you at, his chocolate eyes catch a glimpse of the faint crimson stain now adoring the butt of his cigarette before pressing it to his plump lips. This was good enough for now.

You're all leather and black and somehow wearing his flannel, the wind kicking up after night fell — you blamed it on the summer chill. He knew he’d never see that shirt again, not unless it was wrapped around your curves.

Exhaling his last drag he flicks the remains into the street earning him the scowl from you he was waiting for. Using it as a distraction so he can press you against the brick lining the outside of the dive bar, he silences your scolding with a smile in his kiss. A soft chuckle rumbling in his chest when you meet his advances with a more than eager mouth.

The drinks you both had makes the swipes of your tongues messier when you lick into each other’s mouths. His hands settling deep and bruising on your hips as you find what he’s learned is your favorite place with fingers tangled in his curls. The light tug you give at his roots pulls a moan deep from his throat.

He nudges your thighs apart with his knee just enough to slot a denim clad leg between yours, pushing your skirt up just enough for him to get a view of the lace underneath. He nips at your bottom lip when he feels you immediately start to wiggle against him for more, your neediness that you’d been better at hiding than him sends him into overdrive.

“Eddie” His name slips out from between desperate kisses broken and whiney. He loved getting you like this. You tug his curls again when his lips travel to your neck. Nipping at your sensitive skin, he wants to hear you say it again.

The sound of the music inside goes from a dull thumping to loud enough for the two of you to break apart when the door slams open, drunken laughter joining the rest of the city noise that both of you managed to block out. Still caging you in with two hands on either side of your head, he reaches down to tip your chin up to look at him. The rough pad of his thumb tugs your sucked in bottom lip, his darkened eyes watching the way your tongue glides over your top row of teeth after.

Lipstick smeared even more, he knows he’s wearing some now.

Dimples poking his cheeks when he smiles at you, the look in your eyes matches his as your lips finally give in and pull up at the corners. A giggle bubbles from you as your nervous fingers pull your skirt down one more time and he swears each one he earns is better than the last.

“Wanna get out of here princess?” It's his turn to bite his lip when he catches the way you clench your thighs. Your converse tap against the pavement as you shuffle side to side at the thought.

“My place or yours?” Smirking up at him with mischief twinkling in your eyes he wondered if it was still too early to tell you the three words that he swears have been on the tip of his tongue since the day you met.

—

Eddie’s apartment ends up being the winning destination with the promise of his roommate being out for the night. The awkward run in with yours the last time makes him thankful for his home base advantage. Walking side by side cutting through the neighborhoods to avoid the major streets, your shoulders brush and fingers interlock under the glowing yellow street lights.

The sound of your low humming catches his ears, curious chocolate eyes giving you their undivided attention. It was the song that interrupted you back at the bar and a hint of a small smile plays at the corners of your mouth when you feel his stare on you.

“I didn’t peg you for an Eddie Money fan.” His teasing words turning your hint of a smile into a full blown face splitting grin.

“Sometimes I dabble in the mainstream.” Shrugging nonchalantly you throw him a sideways glance pleased when you see the whites of his teeth. “It doesn’t always have to be hardcore and heavy metal all the time.”

Snorting he throws his head back in a loud mocking laugh knowing damn well you have the same taste in music as him. Too distracted he doesn’t catch the way your eyes stay trained on his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in the white gleam of the moon. His pale skin illuminating under its glittering light, the dark ink that covers every inch of him stands out even more, making all your words catch in your throat.

Eddie finally meets your gaze and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes, suddenly the ten minutes left of the walk seem like a lifetime. You couldn’t look at him like that and expect him to be patient. Smirking with devilish intent he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hips the way he’s wanted to all night.

Dipping into the alley he presses you hard against the quiet apartment building. Crowding your space he wastes no time letting his calloused fingers explore the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and skirt. Relishing in the way your chest moves with your heavy breathing, you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. You always did.

Collecting your lips in a bruising kiss, he hums against you when you meet his advances. The whiskey still lingering on your tongue tastes bitter sweet against the bourbon on his. Cherry red just like your lips, your nails drag against the roughness of his happy trail hidden under his shirt. He shivers from your touch - a growl he can’t stop releasing from his throat, your tongue catches it with ease and lets it mingle with your own.

The blunt ends of your nails drag across his sweat slick skin, the humidity from the day finally setting in. He knows there’s going to be marks as they dig in when he sucks that special spot behind your ear. His badge of honor.

“Let me take care of you real quick.” He always wants to but his body aches with the kind of need that could set a whole forest on fire. “I need to taste you baby.”

There’s a ringed hand already under your skirt, fingertips skimming across the damp fabric between your legs. His words make your hips search for more, the smallest amount of pressure hitting against your bundle of nerves has you moaning his name.

“You’re gonna have to try and be quiet for me. Can you do that sweetheart?” Smirking to himself, he knows he’s asking for the impossible when he gets you worked up like this.

He pushes your panties to the side as two fingers slide through your wet folds. Coating them instantly — he doesn’t think you understand the power you have when you drip like this — just for him.

His shushes are gentle when his lips cover yours to swallow your gasp when he dips them in. Filling you till he hits the metal of his rings, your velvet walls constrict around him. Fluttering when he curves them to the side he’s hard enough to press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Too lost in the way your body reacts to him, he ignores the pain.

Pulling away just enough to whisper “Be quiet” against your lips with a smile, you watch him with an open mouth and pinched brows when he drops to his knees. The loose rocks on the asphalt dig into the exposed skin from the rips in his jeans, but when he catches sight of the way you glisten on his rings he’s only got a one track mind.

He catches your whimper when he removes his fingers and another one when he sucks them clean. Sugar in your drinks all night he swears you taste just as sweet. Your hands twist themselves into the curls on his head, a soft yank and a nudge forward he can’t stop the way his eyes roll back. Pressing kisses to the inside of your sticky thighs, he nips at the dip of your hips before smoothing over them with his tongue.

Quick hands remove your underwear, stuffing the wet lace in his back pocket. Another one to add to his collection.

Usually he teases you more but the strain in his pants is getting worse and the looming threat of someone interrupting what he’s been thinking about all night has him burying his face in record time.

Closing his eyes when you coat his tongue, his hungry mouth starts lapping you up. The roundness of the end of his nose bumping against your clit with every stroke of his muscle in and out of your hole. With strong arms wrapped around your thighs he can hear the way you muffle your cries from under the hood of your skirt when he starts shaking his head from side to side.

The way your legs start to shake and your thrusts start meeting his face he knows you're close. Licking a stipe up your slit he starts focusing his efforts on your button of nerves but not before asking “Are you gonna cum?”

Nodding your head with eyes blown wide and the pink tinge of your lips peeking through the barely there lipstick that once coated them— he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than just like this.

“I want you to give it to me, baby.”

Maybe it was the liquor at the bar or maybe it was just you, but he felt like making you come apart like this was his sole purpose on this shitty earth. Especially when he hears you say his name all pretty like this, like you’re his.

Your fingers pull at his roots when you finally let go, gasping with a hand over your mouth. Nectar of the gods he’s always greedy when he gets what he wants from you so he doesn’t stop till you’re whimpering with a gentle hand to his forehead and a soft “Eddie” falling from your lips.

He leaves more open mouthed kisses on your thighs before coming up for the air he forgot he needed. His hands move to hold your wobbling waist. Dimples in his cheeks again when he smiles satisfied, he’s not expecting the way your fingers curl into his shirt and pull him down to your needy lips. Pressing his body weight against you again he thinks he could die like this.

——

tags: @munsonology @elthreetimes @munsonmunster @eddiesprincess86

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Making P2

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Requested: this was a request I know many people where asking for it but I seem to have lost the requests I had for it

I had to admit I was rather excited and so utterly full of love at the idea that newt and I were to make a baby together but I could pretty much tell he was beyond excited as he approached my little cave I had tried into a house using half a tent, as he approached he basically bounced and skipped with excitement with a smile so wide you'd think he was a kid should just been shown the worlds largest bar of chocolate. Probably not helped by the fact I had pushed my bra up and purposely had a long shower, both of which he immediately noticed but by the look of things he'd had a good shower too.

"Uhhh hi," he nervously smiled, 

"Hi newt," I giggled, 

"So uhhh," he began acting like it was our first date or something,

"Shall we?" I smiled and offered my hand,

"Okay," he nodded excitedly and took my hand, so I tugged him inside with me.

I zipped up the tent behind us and we sat down on my bed beside one another, for a moment there was nothing but silence, 

"So?" I giggled,

"So... I uhh I'll be honest love I uhh I didn't think I'd get this far,"

"That's sweet Newt, but this shouldn't be too hard I mean we spent all that time in the glade trying to make sure babies didn't happen, I suppose now, we just sort of need to do the opposite,"

"Yeah just kinda break all the rules we had,"

"Exactly,"

"All our rules?"

"I think so,"

"So I can actually... go inside now."

"Well, how else are you gonna put the baby in me Newtie?"

"Sorry I just uhhh you know, spent a long time being told no and now I'm suddenly told yes it's a big jarring,"

"Well, yes you can go inside."

"I can? finally?"

"Yes, newt."

"Yes! You have no idea how long I've waited! so long of fingers and kisses and.. all I've ever wanted was to... well uhh you know."

"It's okay I know you're excited." I giggled, "Just relax and do what you wanna do," I told him,

He quickly moved and captured my lips in a sweet kiss I happily kissed him back and rested my hand on his shirt, I felt his heart beating quickly and his breath sharp with excitement. We kissed slowly and gently but with a fire burning behind him for a good while before finally his hands took action and where did they go? Immediately his hands cupped my breasts in my push-up bra resting his hands on each and stroking his thumbs across the soft padding. Becuase it's newt and I told him he could do what he wanted of course the first thing he does is grab my boobs. He pulled back and spoke up, "I uhh I have a weird request."

"Other than you putting a baby in me?"

"Yeah..."

"Go on,"

"Can uhh... can you keep the bra on."

"...why?" I giggled, 

"I mean I do... really, really love your boobs. But I always get to play with them its the other part of you I'm more excited about tonight" He blushed, "Plus... this bra makes them look bloody fantastic." he said not even talking to my face talking to my boobs,

"Alright if that's what you want," I smiled, I lifted my shirt and threw it to the floor,

"God I love you," he groaned throwing his jacket off before his hands grabbed my breasts again kissing me again, I happily kissed him back stroking his sweet shirt as our kisses got deeper and deeper, He pushed me down softly until my back laid on my bed "Are uhh are you ready?"

"I am." I smiled, "Let's make a baby newtie."

"Let's make a baby" he cooed he happily kissed me again his hands working on getting his shirt off, he tossed it to the side and quickly worked on getting my shorts off. He tugged them off as we kissed until he tugged them off completely. He smirked as he pulled away, "Can I?"

"You can." I cooed,

He smirked and tugged off my panties, "I love you so much," He growled and kissed down my stomach pushing my thighs apart I giggled as he eagerly kissed down until he began kissing my clit, 

"Ohh Newt!" I cooed stroking his hair as he kissed and licked, 

"You're already so excited" he cooed slipping his fingers inside me for a few thrusts but soon he pulled back

"Newt..." I whined,

"I know, I know, we usually do so much more but... I can't wait any longer." he smirked, undoing his pants, "You won't miss my fingers too bad, now I get to use this?" he smirked as he stroked his stiff erection, 

"Umm I have been looking forward too it" I giggled, opening my legs a little wider,

"Ohh I bet you have love." he cooed kissing down my neck a little before he slowly and carefully pushed inside "Oh my god.Oh my god.Oh my god."

"You okay?" I gasped feeling him inside me, it was so much better than his fingers ever were, 

"I think my brain is melting..."

"Really?"

"Oh my god. You feel so good... it's amazing. you're amazing!"

"you haven't even moved yet..." I giggled,

"I know, I'll go slow I promise" he nodded gently moving his hips slowly and gently "Oh my god. Bloody hell! Love! I am really really sorry this isn't gonna last very long! You have no clue how amazing this is! after all this time,"

I was already struggling too feeling his gentle movements "I know, after all this time was it worth the wait?"

"So so much love!"

"Yeah, I think so too," I smirked grabbing his hand and moving it to my clit, he smirked and happily began to speed up causing me to have to muffle my screams but so did he as he got faster and faster rubbing on my clit as much as he could he was biting his lip squeezing his eyes shut trying desperately not to cum already I was doing my best too but it suddenly hit me like a tone of bricks and I squealed tightening around him as I hit my toe curling orgasm it felt so much better with him inside me "Ughhhhh Newt!" I knew he was struggling just to hold on feeling me cum around him but he kept going as I gasped I stroked his lower stomach trying to help him relax and after only a few short thrusts he buried himself as deep as he could and I felt him cum inside me. 

"Ughh.... love...I uhhh ughh..."

"It's okay," I cooed 

He pulled out and collapsed beside me on my bed, "Bloody hell... that felt amazing."

"Umm mhm..." I cooed cuddling up to him, 

"Awww you happy love?"

"Very very happy newt,"

"Good,"

"It's kinda weird" I spoke up after a while,

"Ohh what me ... you know."

"yeah, it's an odd sensation I feel... weirdly sticky."

"sorry."

"It's fine such is the way of babymaking."

"Ummm baby making. You think we made a baby?"

"I don't know we'll have to wait and see." I cooed, "But... I don't mind trying again."

"Me either." he smirked pulling me closer and into a kiss, "I do hope we get a little baby soon."

"me too, any ideas for a name?"

"Humm... ughhh for a boy? ohh god uhhhh..."

"I'm not naming him Tommy."

"No that's fair."

"Or Minho, they'd both get big heads about it."

"Good point."

"Alby?"

"Ehh,"

"George?"

"Mehh."

"Ben?"

"No, I'm still mad at him,"

"Fair enough, chuckie?"

"umm... maybe," I shrug "Feels weird naming it after someone we know."

"Fair enough, any ideas?"

"Newt jr?" I giggled

"No don't curse the poor kid." 

"What about Warner?"

"Warner? didn't you see that on like a building in the scorch?"

"Yeah, it's a good name I like it." 

"Little warner, I like it too." he cooed kissing my head,

"What about for a girl?"

"... Lizzy."

"why?"

"I don't know... I just really like the name Lizzy, not sure why."

"I like it too little Lizzy,"

"well, no matter what you know I'll love you and our little baby. I just hope I can stay around long enough to watch your belly grow and meet our little one."

"I'm sure you will Newt we just need to do some more tests and things and then I'm sure you'll be good as new and you and I can watch little Lizzy or little warner grow up in the safe haven like a happy little child without the worries and fears we faced."

"I hope so." 

[placeinthisworld]

ttpdta review part one 🤠

let me preface this by stating that i am a swiftie first and person second in this situation. i have grown up with taylor and feel as if shes my big sister- yes i can make fun of her but if i see anyone else do it i will get fiercely protective. i do understand her music is not only art but also her form of therapy. that being said, throughout these nonsense notes i am constantly mentioning that taylor should go to therapy. i am aware of what she has said about therapy (and why she doesn’t go) but i would beg to differ with her…especially after this album release lol.

taylor is an extraordinary storyteller and song writer. i believe this album is full of evidence of that, but it also has some faults that prevent from being as good as i felt like it could have been. overall the album feels rushed.

i also feel like it’s important to recognize the elephant in the room. i know we probably all expected this to be a joe breakup album, so the fact that it turned out to be a “fuck you matty healy” album shook us all a little bit. i know matty had a controversial history, im not gonna sit here and defend him. i don’t know much about him other than what is forced against my will. i do however know that he struggles with mental health issues/ substance abuse/ addiction. i’m not gonna comment much about his personal issues, i don’t feel like that’s right and taylor’s constant references to drugs throughout ttpd definitely rubs me the wrong way. i should also mention i grew up with an active addict and do view things from that perspective, so i feel slightly triggered by the topic and my feelings about that may just be personal but i do mention that in my notes when it’s relevant.

lastly, i am not a music production girlie idk shit lol. i only know i am a aaron dessner stan so any song with his name im already biased towards and i am aware, if u don’t like that idk what to tell u lol. i just know what i feel like is “good” or “bad” but music is subjective🫶🏻

1. Fortnight:

Hate the functional alcoholic part. Like the beat, the chorus is catchy. One thing i love about a taylor swift song is that theres always a story and its always visual. I like the metaphor of the “good neighbors” of like having this teasing/ longing feeling for someone that you could have had a life with. “Your wife waters flowers/ i want to kill her + my husbands cheating/ i want to kill him” feeling like you were robbed of her life, feeling “all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february” reminiscing about the short period of time where you were together and convinced it would last forever (only for it to end before it even started). I do not listen to much post malone but i enjoyed his verse!! So many florida references we get it everything bad happens in florida.

i have not seen the video yet oooopsies

2. Ttpd:

i thought this was the opening of Hey Stephen (the remix) or something at first. gotta say i absolutely love the way she sings “you left your typewriter at my apartment/ straight from the tortured poets department” i enjoyed the vibe of this song, and lyrics up until the “you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate (OKAY SOOOOOOO ME CODED NGL I LAUGHED at this point i could let this lyric slide- bit then she had to mention the charlie puth and golden retriever thing and ngl it almost ruins the song entirely for me. Tbh when i first listened to the leak i thought this was a fake AI song and that i was sending around a fake leak bc these lyrics started to get a little weird to me. ‘Sometimes i wonder if youre gonna screw this up with me/ but you told lucy you’d kill yourself if i ever leave” …………girl i am begging you to see a therapist (side note did anyone else have a friend in hs whos bf would say that shit a lot?? I remember straight up fighting with a friend who refused to break up w her bf bc he would threaten to end his own life is she did and he was like 16? If an adult is saying that same shit i would be Very concerned not gossiping about it???) “i chose this cyclone with you” my first reaction was: ride the cyclone the musical? Overall i liked the first half but you lost me at charlie puth (hes the one with eyebrow right? I think i get him and miles teller mixed up) (i dont know who either of these men are)

3. My boy only breaks his favorite things:

Okay tbh i thought this was gonna be one of my least favorites, but the total opposite happened. I think this is one of my top 5 favorites on this album. I do think that there is a difference between a poem and a song and that they are not always interchangeable. I feel like if this was edited into a poem it would be KILLER. The visuals, the the story, the vocabulary, the sadness in it. “Im queen of sandcastles he destroys/ There was danger in the heat of my touch/ once i fix me/ hes gonna miss me/ i felt more when we played pretend then with all the kens / cause he took me out of my box” i feel like ever since folklore, taylors been trying to push these big fancy words and sometimes it feels awkward and forced, but this is one of the rare songs that doesn't suffer from that.

4. Down bad:

meh. Chorus is catchy. I dont love the narrative “fuck it if i cant have him/ i might just it would make no difference” but i also have never once experienced that over a person before lmao……….taylor go to therapy. Nothing really stands out about this to me otherwise. No offense, but it sounds like a generic jack antonoff song lol. Like maybe if another artist released this, i would enjoy it more but idk i wouldnt expect it from taylor i guess. Just kinda feels boring to me sorry if u enjoy it <3

5. So long, london:

oh man were done with british men now for real for real. “ two graves one gun. I'll find someone” its over for joe and matty (but thats fine if all she has to say about joe is what i think she said on this album i am happy i think We Get It…) Aaron dessner i love u (remember when he reposted me on his ig ahh).”i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift/ pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away” + “I stopped trying to make him laugh/ stopped trying to drill the safe/ i didnt opt in to be our odd man out/ im pissed off you let me give you all of that youth for free” oof i FELT that one a LITTLE too hard. I think this is both a song about matty and joe- i think she had a life and an attachment to london just in general through both relationships, “im just mad as hell because i loved this place” and so reflecting back on how both are over and how all those plans with either are done. “You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days” OKAY kinda hate this phrase bc it feels like shes placing blame on whomever’s mental health/ depression, like as if they made the conscious decision to sacrifice the relationship solely. This very much feels like “how much sadness did you think i could take before i got bored???” overall top favorite songs bc it doesnt have too many cringey or odd lyrics and the production is 10/10 thank u aaron dessner ilysm king

6. But daddy i love him:

tbh when i got the leak this was the first song i listened to bc i thought it was gonna be the worst one and i wanted to get it over with (i was RIGHT until she dropped that second half……..) and i DIDNT have the lyrics obviously so i couldnt for the life of me figure out if she really said “im having his baby…..NO IM NOT!” until the VERY end of the song and bro…….the cringe. The cringe. The cringe. This is also when i started to question if this was real or if i was passing out a fake leak, lol. I dont understand how she could be saying this shit about matty. And like we all know it lol. “Sometimes growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all” …….but like does it??? I feel like thats kinda an oxymoron or something like i understand what shes trying to say and MOST of the time her metaphors and comparisons make sense to me but like this one doesnt. Growing up precocious means to grow up more advanced in maturity, how would that also mean not growing up at all? Is it just me getting stoned and overthinking things? “Ill tell you something about my good name/ its mine alone to disgrace” true that bestie ur doin a great job by being so politically quiet over the past couple of yeats after making a whole asss documentary about wanting to be on the right side of history. But I digress i am just one of those bitches performing soliloquies you'll never see. Overall this song is very weird and cringey imo and i wish it stayed in whatever vault it was sitting in lol.

7.Fresh out of the slammer: “In the shade of how he was feeling” -_- dont like this narrative already. I could honestly go on a rant about why i dont like this song but im going to spare for the sake of my sanity in this review of thirty one fucking songs but its along these lines “to the one who says im the girl of his american dreams” oh brother. otherwise i dont care for many of the lyrics, the chorus/ melody/vibe is mid i guess. It sounds like another jack song (i was right)

8. Florida!!!: “all my friends smell like weed or little babies” okay i know what she was trying to say but im SORRY you cant tell me she couldnt think of ANY other way to say her friends are either parents partiers lmao. Deserves jail for that but luckily the vibe and the chorus of the song are really catchy and florence’s voice is beautiful in it. “Well me and my ghost we had a hell of a time/ yes im haunted but im feeling just fine” CHILLS i loved it. I didnt think i would like this song but (maybe as much as i like no body, no crime which is meh) but no i lowkey love this song and think its really fun. Once again the drug references start to get heavy here in the album and like i mentioned i do get slightly triggered by drug mentions.

9. Guilty as sin?:

okay taylor we get it you masterbate. Another strong jack song and it’s pretty similar to others on the album so nothing besides the sexual lyrics stand out.

10. Whos afraid of little old me?:

“if you wanted me dead you should have just said/ nothing makes me feel more alive” ooooooooooh i love that. I feel like a live or an acoustic version of this song would give me CHILLS. “Is it a wonder i broke / lets hear one more joke/ then we can all laugh until i cry” honestly so relatable, “i was tame, i was gentle til the circus life made me mean” oh :( that hurt bc it just reminds me of the vibe shift during midnights era/ eras tour where it *feels* like she started to pull back from being taylor swift and started to become Taylor Swift (™) and the way her fans/ media has treated her made her mean or cold or something and that just makes me feel sad. “Whos afraid of little old me? You caged me and then you called me crazy! I am what i am cause you trained me! SO. WHOS. AFRAID. OF ME? Again the narcotics line kinda makes me feel icky but thats bc i have that thing about drugs and just dont LOVE all the references to them. Like i know its not that serious but theres a reason why i dont seek out artists that typically talk or write about that stuff ya know so its weird. Overall i think the production is one of the most unique ones on this part of the album.

11. I can fix him (no really i can):

i hate it all around i think. I hate the narrative of “i can fix him!! I can handle a dangerous man!!! No really i can!!!” there is a reason why this song is barely 3 mins long lol it should have been cut but i think taylor wanted to Be Edgy. i dont care for the productions or the lyrics, its very forgetful imo.

12. Loml:

okay i really thought this was gonna be a joe song (rip) so i was thinking it was gonna be really deep and sad and like it IS but with the context of it being the pt 2 fling with matty it doesnt seem like it now. Anyone who thinks this is not about matty please look at the lyrics and be so serious “whos gonna stop us from waltzing back into reklndled flames/ if we know the steps anyway” I think matty just said too much shit to taylor during their fling and taylor WAS truly convinced this her invisible string and he promised her a lot that he couldnt upkeep and ghosted her and she took it SUPER hard, i mean two breakups in one year is a lot (me, whos never been through a single breakup once). I just dont understand how she feels like matty is the greatest loss of her life. One of my favorite tracks on the album, “our field of dreams engulfed in fire/ your arsons match your somber eyes” a LOT of these lyrics are actually really good imo. I think im the only one that didnt find the “mr. steal your girl and make her cry” line idk i thought it was actually kinda neat, the phrasing of it, kinda contradicts the title “love of my life” because he was never that serious or respectful of her and only use her from the beginning. This is another song that i think would make KILLER poem over song. Overall i think the piano is haunting and a live version of this will make me die, thank u again aaron dessner 10/10

13. I can do it with a broken heart:

ngl i thought this was the opening to mastermind for a hot second- also gave me a scare on whether or not this was a fake leak lol. Catchy ass chorus but very YOYOK. “Breaking down i hit the floor/ All the pieces of me shattered/ as the crowd was shouting “more!” ooffffffff seeeeee that is exactly WHAT i was afraid she was feeling durning the eras tour after the joe breakup/ matty situation and all these stupid twitter and tik tok swiffers were out here overanalyzing EVERYTHING and demanding rep tv like every other day. “Im so depressed i act like its my birthday” …….okay taylor. Like a lot of people have said, i think she interchanges “depressed” for “sad” a lot and the two are not the same. I think taylor wrote this song (but specifically the “i cry a lot time but i am so productive” and was like “yup this part is gonna go viral on tik tok,” initially i wrote “feels like taylor saw that depression barbie commercial in barbie 2023 and wrote a song based on that” lol which i still agree with. Overall the production of this screams midnights reject lol, very jack antonoff. Over time this song has grown on me a lot. Originally i didnt care for it but now its kind of a bop but i think its bc its so similar to YOYOK. “Try and come for my job” @taylorswift deadass you couldn’t think of anything else to say instead. cmon. I was mostly on board until that very last part, just seemed very cheesy lol like its not a big deal but i thought it delivered well without it.

14. The smallest man who ever lived:

(aaron thank u for saving me and this entire album) “they just ghosted you/ now you know what it feels like” OUCH. “i dont even want you back i just want you to know/ if rusting my sparkling was the goal/ and i dont miss what we had but can someone give/ a message to the smallest man who ever lived” oh this was somber af. I am obsessed with the phrasing of the chorus. I also LOVE taylors deeper voice its def giving me the same feelings MTR gave me from folklore, that made me CRY and this was very similar. This is another classic taylor song that i could EASILY write like a ten page essay about if someone put a gun to my head. I know that its about a *romantic* relationship, but it feels general enough to be able to relate to anyone who is close to someone with an addiction or struggles with substances. A lot of addicts dont understand the impact of their addiction or their behaviors that they display while struggling. To meeeeee, this feels very much like “you were self centered and betrayed my trust, was any of this true? Real? Am i paranoid or is this that deep?” “it wasnt sexy once it wasnt forbidden” has me thinking lots of things. I think that describes taylors “type”if that makes sense? Like i said i would need to literally break this song down line by line like its ridiculous i have too many thoughts about this song i have listened to it on repeat six times by the time im typing this. “In public showed me off/ then sank in stoned oblivion” FUCK. “you treat her like an also-ran” honestly i have never heard of that phrase/word thank u dr. swift. “Were you sent by someone who wanted me DEAD/ did you sleep with a GUN underneath OUR BED/ were you writing a BOOK?/ were you a sleeper cell SPY? IN 5O YEARS WILL THIS BE ALL DECLASSIFIED?/ AND YOU’LL CONFESS WHY YOU DID IT!/ AND ILL SAY GOOD RIDDANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” tears were formed besties. Also love the gracie abrams reference. “And you deserve prison but you wont get time” i feel like is very metaphorical like you DESERVE to be punished for what you did to me but you won’t admit to the guilt, you wont admit your wrongdoings, you wont admit that i would have done anything for you and you have no problem replacing me. “You said normal girls were boring/ but you were gone by the morning” first of all red flag girlie, nonetheless heartbreaking. “And in plain sight you hid/ but you are what you did” i say this with all the love in my heart, someone take taylor swift to a really good really private therapist. I could say more but i think i need to move on because i am now on my eighth cyle of listening to this song.

15. The alchemy:

already kinda hate it. “What if i told you im back/ the hospital was a drag/ worst sleep i ever had” do you think taylor swift has ever been admitted to a real hospital in this context. Feels very out of place and like i said earlier i dont love the psych ward visuals/ references she keeps inserting in this album. “He jokes its heroin but this time with an e” thanks! I fucking hate that line so much. Feels very icky, not funny. I get what shes going for but it falls so flat for me. The football references (yall know my opinion on meathead!!!!!!!! I will not engage!!!) are fucking dumb. Production is kinda lame and uninterested. Will only listen to this song if by force and will not repeat it ive head enough lets move on.

i have Lots Of Thoughts. i don’t think anyone cares about what i have to say though so i don’t think i’ll bother posting the rest lol but i did do a lot of work so ill post just a bit to make myself feel better.

[pyraelia]

February 19, 2024 Daily Writing Challenge Day 2 Suppress/Pastel

Pyraelia frowned a bit as she considered the final piece of the care package puzzle. 

It had been easy enough to fill little airtight containers with hot broth, pork belly, cooked noodles, chili crisp and various toppings from the ramen cart Aerden liked in Silvermoon. Her delicate scrawl covered the outside of them, an enchantment she’d crafted herself locked the internal contents in time at the moment the lids had closed. When opened again it would be like no time had passed at all. 

She’d been clever enough to patent that spell, and wise enough to market it to the Horde military as a crucial, “inexpensive” component of keeping the troops fed. They’d bought in, and luckily, so had the Alliance military — alongside many other individual shipping companies. It was nice to not need the Sunmote inheritance, and her pride swelled a little as she taped pretty, iridescent paper around that part of the package to keep it safe and together. 

Next up had been another container full of two dozen “kitchen sink” cookies — the kind they’d occasionally gotten up and made together after a bit too much thistle on a hang out night. Some were chocolate chips, pretzels and peanut butter bits, others were potato chips, sea salt and caramel. Whatever was on hand to throw in and make a treat with. That box she wrapped up in a paper the color of a soft blue eggshell. 

The third was full of a mix of wrapped candies and chocolate bars from the shop near his apartment, all traditional Silvermooon staples — enough to share, just in case. That one was just a bag, but she was still able to wrap it up in a rosy quartz colored paper and stack on top. 

But the LAST piece, that was the trouble. 

She huffed, knowing she was overthinking the whole thing. He’d been out on duty for so long, it was hard to know where he’d had to pause his Captain Azeroth reading. Did they ship out to the troops? Surely they did, if requested. It was Captain Azeroth. What if he already had a bunch and was up to date? Ugh. 

Still, the man at the comics shop had been quite helpful and had pointed her toward a storyline that was being printed adjacently from the main comics. Some time loop shenanigan that had started to spiral off too much into its own, separate enough entity that the creator was pursuing it through a new run. 

That seemed safer. But what if he DID want the regular run? 

It didn’t matter. He’d be happy that she’d thought about it at all, probably. 

She’d bought the limited run, and even with all the other parts of the care package ready to go still waffled about it. Pyraelia steeled her resolve and carefully tucked the brown paper bag the comics had been put in when they sold them to her in between some of the other treat boxes. 

Then came the note. She’d already sent a card of thanks for the flowers he’d sent her for her birthday, but this felt like it maybe needed to be a bit more than that. Sana had asked her a few nights previous why she hadn’t said anything yet; did she need to? There wasn’t anything to really confess, not here on ink and paper. Of course he knew, didn’t he? 

She squashed down some of her more intrusive thoughts before putting her pen to paper. 

“Dear Aerden, 

It can be hard being so far away from home and all your favorites for such a long time. I’m sure you’re doing amazing. I sincerely hope everything included after this card will brighten your day up a little! 

There’s SO much to catch you up on when you’re given shore leave. Or whatever they call it. A break? That seems too normal. 

Anyway, enjoy and know that you are missed! 

With love,

Pyra” 

She shoved the card into a lavender envelope and boxed everything up together in a simple white box that she took to the shipping mailmentals as soon as she'd sealed it all shut. Better to get it out the door now before she could change her mind!

@daily-writing-challenge @aerdendios

[ssentimentals]

vernon + meeting in the library

you stare blankly at the unfinished essay in front of you and think that yes, this must be the purest form of torture. words stopped making sense long time ago and at this point you think that if you drink one more cup of coffee, your heart is going to simply stop working. part of you kind of wants to check that theory and it's a little bit terrifying. you glance at the bottom of the sheet and realize that you need at least two thousand words more; loud groan slips out and you can't be bothered by several reprimanding glances you receive. god, how come the start of the semester is so hard?

'mind if i join?'

you look up from the too bright screen of your laptop and stare in confusion at the guy in front of you. his face is vaguely familiar but your brain is not working on its full capability, so you can't place where you know him from. he points at the seat in front of you and you nod, shuffling your things out to give him space.

'protein bar?' he offers and laughs when you make a disgusted face. 'i know, i know, but that's the only thing left in those vending machines.'

'i have some cookies,' you say, reaching out for your backpack. if he offered something the least you can do is to be nice back. 'chocolate ones. some are crushed though, i think.'

'i'll take a crushed cookie over protein bar any day.' he smiles at you and subtly clears his throat before asking: 'how's essay for the literature class going?'

you pause at this, turning to fully look at him. oh, so that's why his face is so familiar. 'we are together in that class.' you mutter and he nods. 'sorry, i'm only half awake right now. you are...?'

'vernon.' he shakes your hand, crooked smile on full display. 'it's alright by the way, i'm not very memorable.'

'and i am?' you scoff, putting little jar with cookies on the table. 'here, help yourself.'

'you are,' vernon says and ignores your shocked look. 'thanks for the cookies, by the way.'

you nod and due to not knowing what to say else, you go back to your essay. vernon presumably does the same, focusing all of his attention on the laptop. you type a bit more but frustration babbles inside of you cause those sentences are simple fillers and they are not good enough. it's hard to concentrate and the main reason for that (apart from your general closeness to a meltdown) is vernon. your mind helpfully supplies that he is very handsome and he did say you are memorable and now he's sitting right in front of you-

'do you like otters?' his sudden questions breaks your train of thought. at your confusion, vernon repeats again: 'do you like otters?'

'i suppose?' this sounds too unsure even to your own ears.

vernon grins and turns his screen your way. 'check this one out.'

he presses 'play' and it takes you two seconds to realize what is going on. 'is that..a dancing otter?'

'and he splashes water to the beat!' vernon exclaims in a whisper, looking very excited. 'take my headphones, here.'

it's actually pretty funny and amusing, to be honest. you can't look away and without you noticing your lips stretch to the biggest smile. when otter falls from the stone, you start laughing but quickly cover your mouth with hand, looking up. vernon's eyes are on you and he's smiling too, making you instantly smile back.

'where did you even find this video?' you ask curiously as he moves his laptop closer to him. 'are you a fan of otters?'

'i like watching funny videos with animals,' vernon shrugs and then smiles. 'looked like you needed one, to be honest.'

'oh you have no idea,' you mutter, causing him to chuckle. 'is this why you showed it to me? is it very obvious from the side that i'm failing this essay spectacularly?'

vernon shakes his head and says in the calmest tone: 'i haven't stopped thinking about the way you laugh from our last class. i was kinda hoping to hear it again with this video.'

you freeze at this, staring at him with wide eyes. no one ever said anything of this sort to you; you blink but vernon is not even looking at you, all wrapped in the laptop like he didn't just drop that bomb on you. or maybe it's not a bomb? maybe he talks to all of the girls like that? you turn away, feeling blush creep up on your cheeks.

'not a good idea to make me laugh in the library,' you manage to croak out.

vernon looks up from his laptop and purses his lips in a thought. 'you are right. wanna go grab coffee after this?'

how is he so chill about this?! you stare at him and he simply stares back, seemingly very in peace with himself and his sudden offering. '..okay?' you say and he nods, smiling. 'i'll take tea though, enough of coffee for me.'

'tea it is, then.' he easily agrees and you have a feeling that you could have said whatever and he'd still agree anyway. 'in an hour?' you nod and he nods back. 'cool.'

you gulp. cool? yeah, okay. cool. you refuse to giggle or to squirm at this and instead focus back on your essay. and if your sudden burst of motivation for finishing it had something to do with the handsome boy sitting in front of you then no one had to know.

a/n: vernon strikes me as someone who says the most heart fluttering things in the most casual tone and you are just left there like ??? okay?? what was that??

lmao, anyways, here is the link to my other posts, let me know what you think of this one as well! - nini

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[autisticempathydaemon]

THIS IS FOR THE MATCH-UPS AND ALSO /NF TO DO, IF YOU DONT WANNA, ITS OKAY! :D

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? — OOOH definitely Dance with me by Topline Addicts, as for lyrics: You say "come and dance with me", but I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely (its giving me so much Lasko vibes this part and I love it)

What is your Enneagram type? — 9w1 the peacemaker (k think thats what its called)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? — I never heard of them (if they are a person bcs I tried to look them up but no luck, unless if you mean subnautica–?) I'm sorry ;-; /lh

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. — Not really an imaginary friend, but I guess I could count my daydreams of myself as a fairy princess when I was a kid? So charming and pretty and powerful as hell, getting the hearts of those fictional character I loved at that time

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? — Always lying on the side, my back facing the wall. I try to sleep on my back but it's not working so far, other than these, I need complete darkness and quiet, bcs I get stiff when I hear a noise

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) — If there was this name in my country, I would go for Jax or Jaxen, gender neutral and short and has a nice punch to it!

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? — Lasko fucking Moore. This guy almost took down the channel, was number one before the purge, keeps breaking stuff even in his apartment, he is just like me fr /hj (Lasko kinnie here) and even lately, I love his development so much, like he will always be my number one (I love other characters too tho!)

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) — It's I guess because of how much he is popular? I love Sam, but I sometimes forget how much favorite he is and it always surprised me /lh

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. — The Smoke Thieves by Sally Green, I love the dialogues between two characters, which one is kinda always flirty (not in Gavin way, he is like "youre so pretty and your pretty eyes omg") and so chill and happy with the other, who is awkward and doesn't know how to accept compliments and theyre so gay omg

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? — I dont wanna answer this because that means I have to choose /j./lh (... Huxley... I will smooch his cheeks. As a friend.)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) — It depends on the mood while I'm tired, but most of the time, it's my Redacted OCs currently, especially when I'm so tires I can't even type right LMAO

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. — Some chocolate snack bar and milkshake in a bottle

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. — I made it yesterday, but it's all kinds of happy sounding songs and OST without any lyrics and it feels so nice to bop into it

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? — Wattpad books,, i wanna get back into reading some, its been years

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! — I'm libra sign, INFP, I like the nights and sunrises, have many redacted OCs (around 20 of them, i like to play with the kinds of powers and try to mix them and experiment) and I like to text RP! I also currently work on my gaslamp fantasy WIP book(?), I'm undiagnosed neurodivergent (possibly audhd), dyslexic and I also listen to Mr Laveau's Nexus AUDIO RP series (recommending if you like video games sfx and original art) and started listening to DND group The Adventure Zone!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/ALL THE TIME! :D

Okay, so you know who I’ve always thought should really be into fantasy and DnD? Asher, and since canon hasn’t yet confirmed he loves these things, you can be his introduction!

The combination of your personality types and your being a writer gives me the image of an emotional and emotionally intelligent person, which I think is a good match for Asher who is also pretty emotionally intelligent! I think your vibes would really match, and together you two could be, like, the heart of the Shaw Pack as the Beta and his mate. Also, Asher is some sort of flavor of neurodivergent, and I love making ND4ND pairs, ya know?

Your life together would be so FUN, I’m actually jealous. I think getting Asher into DnD and games would be such a treat, listening to TAZ together, helping him learn rules and the different systems, maybe putting together a campaign with Angel and Davey because Angel would be a fuckin bomb DM, I feel it in my heart. He’d also be such a lovely partner for a writer. I can very clearly imagine Asher laying his head on your lap, having you read what you’ve written that day aloud to him which functions as both a cute bonding activity but also a way for you to spot-check and edit how it reads.

Song:

What would you do if I stole you tonight? (Ahh ahh)/ Why waste time? (Ahh ahh)/ 'Cause the world goes on without us/ It doesn't matter what we do/ All silhouettes with no regrets/ When I'm melting into you/ 'Cause I belong in your arms

One, you said you like happy-sounding songs, and I think this is a great one. I love it’s kind of dreamy, high vibe, you know? Two, this came out around 2012, when Asher would have been a teenager, so I like how nostalgic and romantic this song would be for him.

Runner-ups:

For a writer who loves fantasy, OC’s, and roleplay games, Guy is a sure shoe-in for a runner-up! I think he and Asher have a lot of similarities, but I went with Asher because he struck me as a better match for an introvert. For a Lasko kinnie, I had to choose Aaron as another contender because they’re my favorite Redacted rarepair, and I’ve been meaning to write something for that shop for a while.

note: thank you for your entry, I hope you like it!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

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hey! i loved august <3 can you write a microfic about rose, scorpius and albus in the school year after the fic?? i'm just dying to know what happened after the story ended but before the 2021 part of evermore

So I love Rose and Scorpius so much, and Al is always an adorable mess of a human being, so here is a little exam stress with Rose and Scorpius!

Exam Stresses

August slipped away in a moment of time….because it was never mine…

Rose groaned as she opened her eyes, her neck hurt and her back felt stiff from sleeping on top of her books again. She hated exam time, she hated waking up early and staying up too late studying when she knew that it was ridiculous to do so. She knew the material, but she was her mother’s daughter, and something inside of her was compelled to spend hours and hours of her time studying up until she put her quill down for her last exam.

Her OWLs were important, they would determine her classes for the next two years, but she kept thinking about the conversation she had with Professor Longbottom, with Neville, the month before exam season. She knew what her parents expected of her, to follow them into the Ministry, to find herself writing legislation like her mum, or becoming an Auror like her dad.

“Alright,” said Scorpius, sliding into the open seat beside Rose at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his white blond curls a mess on top of his head, well overdue for a haircut. “We have tea, chocolates, protein bars, warm socks, a pillow, and a water canteen.”

Rose stared at her boyfriend, still in a daze of waking up herself as she sipped her tea and ate her bacon. She missed being in a kitchen, and even though the House Elves would let her cook with them, she knew that she just got in their way. They were always kind to her, appreciative to her for her parents, but it wasn’t the same as her kitchen at home, her recipe cards handed down from her Grandma Jane.

“What?”

“Mum sent an exam care package for you and Al,” explained Scorpius as he handed Rose the neatly wrapped up box, its contents written on the thick butcher paper it was wrapped in, along with a few small illustrations of flowers she had seen around his family’s manor house. “She knows how Al goes all out around exams, and I may of mentioned how you keep falling asleep in the common room.”

Rose took the package, feeling immediately touched by Astoria’s kindness. She knew that their parents, their fathers, were still hoping that they would break up at some point, but being at Hogwarts together…it just made Rose feel even closer to Scorpius. They got to spend so much time together, and they got time apart when they needed the space from one another. They were still able to spend time with their friends outside of one another, they both got to have Quidditch and prefect patrols and classes apart, but without the feeling of never seeing one another.

Not that they really ever needed excuses for that or anything at all, they always had Al.

“That’s so…” Rose was actually at a loss for words, her mum always sent her chocolate for a special treat after exams, but the fact that Astoria sent her a whole care package just to get through the next ten days….

“Don’t worry about it,” said Scorpius as he started adding food to his plate, piling on eggs and bacon and toast that he added copious amounts of butter and jam too. “She likes to do things like that.”

But it was so…so unnecessary.

“I’ll write her between the Charms written and Potions practical today,” Rose told him, even though she felt a sudden spike in anxiety about the thought of not studying in that time.

“Write her after exams,” said Scorpius, his voice stressed and not like himself.

“Okay,” agreed Rose, as Scorpius started eating, and she reached a hand over to cover his free hand with her own and gave him a little squeeze. “Did she send you anything?”

“Of course,” said Scorpius around a mouthful of toast and bacon before reaching for his glass of pumpkin juice, “about twice as much stuff as she sent you and Al, but I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

Rose smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder, so tired. She laced their fingers together, the pair of them sitting together in their own little pocket of quietness in the loudest room of the whole castle. But that was what Rose always loved about her relationship with Scorpius, even in the loudest and nosiest spaces, they had their own quiet.

He felt like her true home.

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Day 9- snowed in, Dorlene, 1371 words

When Marlene had asked Dorcas to accompany her on a week-long getaway to an adorable winter cabin she had agreed almost instantly, she got to visit the most beautiful, serene place AND spend extra time with her beloved girlfriend. It was a no-brainer, it had been booked, she had informed her work, and they were ready to go. 

It had been even better than expected, 7 days of pure bliss, a welcomed break from everyday life. It hadn’t exactly been a break from their friends, who they had discovered they were slightly co-dependent with. Marlene had called James about 17 times and messaged Peter practically every thought that had gone through her head, Lily had been on the receiving end of voice notes recounting everything they’d done even though she would be told again upon their return and Mary must have listened too and left a thousand voicemails by now, both of them just missing each other.

Dorcas liked to think she’d been better but truthfully she hadn’t. Pandora had been face-timed repeatedly, Regulus lingering in the back, not a huge fan of showing his face but still chiming in and messaging Dorcas a hundred times, both of them pretending they weren’t desperately missing the other. Evan had been lamenting her absence, complaining so frequently to Barty that he’d started recording it and sending it to the group chat. You would’ve thought they’d been apart for years from their reactions.

Marlene and Dorcas had had the best time, they had gone ice skating at this frozen-over lake that had rental skates and safety bars, surrounded by tall snowy trees and houses that looked like they could’ve been pulled out of a Christmas storybook. They had danced around on the ice for hours, taking some breaks to warm up with steaming mugs of hot chocolate, wrapped in thick blankets. 

There had been a Christmas market, stalls and all sorts of gifts, they’d spent more than what was reasonable filling bags with gifts for everyone they knew and decorations for their houses. Now, leaving with one more suitcase than they had arrived with, they were ready to leave. 

A large window seat protruded from the living room, allowing a better view of the forest, along with the flowerbed that lined the property. Several hours had been spent there, peering out at the haven that surrounded them.

Reluctantly they said goodbye to the cabin, mourned the loss of the cosy kitchen and lamented the return to separate beds in separate houses, no more mornings curled up together under a thick duvet, snow falling gently past the window as they procrastinated getting out of bed as long as possible.

“Love, I’m going to start the car,” Marlene calls from the living room to where Dorcas is standing in the kitchen mixing up two travel mugs of coffee. They have a long drive ahead of them and they’re going to need the warmth. 

There were a few seconds of silence, leaving Dorcas alone with her thoughts, which quickly drifted into a daydream of her future with Marlene before her voice called again, this time slightly panicked.

“We have a slight problem.” Dorcas abandons the mugs, assuming one of the bags has popped open or Marlene has lost her shoes but is instead met with a pile of snow sneaking into the house while Marlene frowns down at it like it will get up and leave. 

“How did we not notice that?” Dorcas laughs, walking over to the door and checking how stuck they’re going to be. The snow is quite deep, 10 or so inchs, nothing too drastic but enough that they are unable to get out, the car wouldn’t make it through. Marlene points to the closed blinds, kicking as much of the snow back out as she can and pushing the door to stop the cold getting in. 

“Sorry, I think we’re trapped here.” Marlene apologises quietly, not meeting Dorcas’ eye, its bizarre, and she isn’t quite sure why or what is happening. She shrugs, not minding that they get to spend at least another night there

“It’s not your fault, besides, I’m glad to spend more time with you.” She kisses Marlene’s cheek, not wanting to intrude too much when she’s clearly deep in thought, moving to kick of her shoes and grab their coffees afterwards.

When she returns to the living room Marlene is curled up into the arm of the sofa, looking oddly melancholic. Dorcas places the coffee on a coaster in front of her, draping a blanket over her lap when she passes to sit on the opposite side, cradling her mug in her hands and facing Marlene. 

“What’s up?” Marlene hums, breaking out of some sort of trance, so Dorcas repeats. Marlene shakes her head, and Dorcas can feel her heartbeat increasing, she can’t help but feel like something awful is about to happen, maybe Marlene had realised she didn’t like Dorcas anymore and wanted to break up. What would Dorcas even do? It wasn’t like getting on her knees and begging to be loved would help.

“You know I love you right?” Marlene’s quiet voice drifts over and Dorcas’ breath catches in her throat

“Yeah, I’ve got you beat though.” Dorcas tries to smile, bringing up a joke they always make about which one is more obsessed with the other, but it falls flat, silencing them both. 

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.” Marlene blurts out, moving her hands to push them down over her eyes, burying her face in her knees. Dorcas freezes, not sure how to react and not wanting to say the wrong thing, 

“I’m sorry?” Is what she eventually settles on, not keeping the confusion out of her voice, “What have I done to make you think I’m mad? I’m fine, I’m not mad at all.” 

Marlene laughs, lifting her eyes up to show slightly red eyes and tearstained cheeks, “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better

“I’m not lying!” Dorcas frowns, edging closer to Marlene, “I’m not mad, I don’t have any reason to be mad, I’m just happy to be here with you.” 

Marlene’s lip quivers and Dorcas thinks back to a conversation they had months ago. One of Marlene’s first real relationships hadn’t exactly been healthy, they would get mad for the tiniest thing, berating and arguing even when it wasn’t Marlene’s fault. It breaks Dorcas’ heart a little bit, thinking that someone could look at Marlene and not be prepared to lay the world at their feet, to want to control and manipulate her, to hurt her.

“I’m not- I wouldn’t do that,” Dorcas defends herself, she doesn’t blame Marlene for thinking like that, for jumping to the conclusion that Dorcas would be mad but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “I’m not mad.”

“Okay, I believe you.” Marlene blinks away the tears, smiling over at Dorcas with a fondness that makes Dorcas want to marry her. She can tell she’s still wary but she thinks she’s done a good job making her trust that she isn’t mad.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that, assumed you were mad when you’ve been nothing but lovely, I just, I get in my head to much sometimes and I shouldn’t have dragged you into that because yo-”

“-Move in with me!” Dorcas interrupts, desperately trying to show Marlene that she isn’t going to break up with her and that she is truly, completely, maddeningly in love with her. It had been playing on her mind a lot anyway and she had been dreading leaving each other when they returned to their town. 

Marlene stumbles over all her words, not finishing her original sentence but not answering Dorcas either. She just stares, wide-eyed and shocked, her mouth hanging open very slightly. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you.” Dorcas rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, before Marlene throws herself at her, clasping her hands behind Dorcas’  neck and kissing her deeply. They’re slightly out of breath when Marlene pulls away, her cheeks flushed red and her mouth split into a wide, beaming smile.

“Yes! Yes I’d love to move in with you.”

[reallca-blog]

Unwrapping the Wonka Bar Vol. 1 - Where is Charlie’s Town Located? Part 6

If you haven’t read the previous post, click here for Part 5 to make sure you are caught up to speed. If you’re already read the previous posts, then welcome back and let’s get back to the show!

Exhibit #5: The CNG News Van and the Network's Reach

Willy Wonka's plan to announce his Golden Ticket contest was to place posters around town in order to spread the word, but with Wonka Bars being sold all over the world having the announcement proclaimed solely by posters would be an inefficient method of spreading the news. But with the film taking place before the rise of social media and citizen journalism, Wonka relies on free publicity from legacy media such as newspapers and television news. There are various television news networks shown throughout the film, but one in particular stands out as relevant to the question of where Charlie's town is located, and that is CNG. While the opening of the gates to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory at 10 AM on the 1st of February would make for ratings gold for every news organization, only a couple different networks seem to be present at the front gates for the opening, and the most visible network on the ground to broadcast this historic event is CNG.

Not just is CNG present for the opening of the gates to Wonka's Factory, the network seems to be a staple of the community since the network sent reporters to the factory 15 years earlier to cover the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Wonka's newly-built factory.

With such a storied legacy, one would assume that CNG is a major broadcaster in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory universe, with news bureaus all over the world ready to report on whatever news breaks anywhere, but yet another analysis of the film reveals that this might not be the case. You see, a big part of the film's method of introducing the four rotten kids to the audience is by starting of their introduction with an outdoor shot of their neighborhood or home. These shots help the audience understand the different walks of life the Golden Ticket winners hail from, but with regards to our inquiry, it also offers us a view of the different news vans stationed outside the homes of the victors, ready to broadcast their interviews with those lucky children to the world once the brats finish speaking. And surprisingly, the CNG news van is only present at one of the four rotten kids' homes, and that rotten kid is none other than Veruca Salt of County Buckinghamshire, England.

Apart from its only appearance outside of Charlie's town being at Veruca's home, the CNG news van and the equipment used by the network back in 1990 looks like it came from the 1970s or earlier. This means that CNG must not be a large enough enterprise to be able to afford more contemporary technology for its operations unlike the other networks who report on the four rotten kids. This is valuable information because it explains why CNG does not report on all of the four rotten kids, because they don't have news bureaus all over the world ready to report on whatever news breaks anywhere else. They are not the BBC or CNN of the Charlie and Chocolate Factory Universe, they are just your run-of-the-mill local news station.

Sidebar #5.1: After conducting an even deeper dive into all of the news networks who reported on the four rotten kids winning their Golden Tickets, I have discovered the CNN of the Charlie and Chocolate Factory Universe, unoriginally named NNN. The NNN news van clearly appears parked on Violet Beauregarde's driveway and one of the journalists interviewing her and Ms. Beauregarde is even holding out a microphone with the NNN logo on it. The logos even look similar with the second leg of the first "N" acting as the first leg of the next "N" and so on.

Something else that stood out the more I thought about it was that the NNN news van and the NNN journalist appears when Violet is being interviewed. Now, the Beauregardes live in Atlanta, which just so happens to be where the CNN headquarters are located in our universe, and so this would explain why NNN is most visible when Violet is being interviewed. However, what truly makes NNN the CNN of the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory universe is that a news van with a similar logo to the one on the news van parked in front of the Beauregarde home in Atlanta can be seen parked outside the Gloop butcher shop in Germany.

In short, the ability for NNN to report from its home in Atlanta all the way across the world in Germany is what makes it the CNN of the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory universe. The network clearly has the resources to be a global news network, unlike CNG, but just to vent, I am kind of upset that they didn't use actual CNN assets when filming the interview scenes. I mean, both CNN and Warner Brothers Entertainment, Inc. were owned by the same company at the time, Warner Media, LLC, so it’s not like there would have had to have been complex deals to have the brand of one company appear in content produced by another company. I mean, sure, Charlie's family is too poor to afford cable or satellite TV, all they have is an analogue TV from the late 20th century that only has one of its two rabbit ear antennas intact after all. But couldn't Charlie have walked by a store, or perhaps a scene with him at school, where someone is playing CNN and Anderson Cooper or Wolf Blitzer pop up and they have to stop their report on the Iraq War or the Insurgency in Afghanistan in order to break the news that really matters: another snot-nosed brat has found another one of Wonka’s Golden Tickets.

Just me? Oh well, back to the analysis.

Perhaps CNG is the television embodiment of Charlie's town. It might have been prosperous decades ago, but now it’s rundown and unable to keep up with the times, destined to only report to a local audience about local news, such as the only memorable event happening in their neck of the woods, their town's most famous industrialist inviting five lucky children to tour his factory...and an interview with a local girl and her parents on how she won her ticket to the tour?

Stay tuned!

That’s it for Part 6, click here for Part 7 when we delve into what is probably the most sought after piece of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film memorabilia and discuss the earthshattering information contained in it. And how that information assists our quest to uncover the true location of Charlie’s town.

Also, if you have better quality images of the scenes from the film I included in this post, feel free to share them with me so that I may replace the ones I used to improve the experience for the reader.

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star crossed lovers | connor bedard

↳ oc hughes sister x connor bedard blurb + tiny insta post

↳ au masterlist!

↳ takes place in 2025!

warnings: swearing and angst. oh, and underage drinking.

been sitting on this one for a few weeks, wasn't sure if i liked it enough to post but decided to post it and get on with life lol

word count: 4.2k+

Two households, both alike in dignity...

it wasn't supposed to happen, thats what kailey kept telling herself every time she went to go see the rookie. yet each and every time, she found herself staying long and longer. before she knew it, she'd stayed a full weekend with the guy before going back to her off-campus apartment.

straight a - honors, french/spanish fluent, and lacrosse player kailey clara hughes was never meant to meet connor bedard. she never had any interest in hockey players despite her whole family and immediate friend groups being all in with it. yet here she was, absolutely head over heels for the hockey player and she knew they were doomed. partially because of who her brothers were.

or was it?

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her best friend and roommate had dragged her and another friend to a small diner in the loop one december evening before they'd all be going back home for break, and that's when the trio spotted their group. the girls had been walking past them when she noticed alex vlasic, who played with jack at usndtp and quickly shrieked. "oh my god vlassy!" she smiled widely and when alex recognized her, he quickly got up to hug her. "oh my god, you're here! I'm so happy for you, you deserve it." she said as the two pulled away. "thanks hughesy, appreciate it. hows everybody? hows mama el?" he questioned and she smiled. "they are good! she's now working with the program but with the girls program, shes absolutely loving it." she said and alex smiled widely. "that's so her, im glad." he paused seeing her friends sit down, "i wont keep you anymore. but don't be a stranger, ok?" he said and she nodded before walking to her booth. as soon as she did, all the guys looked over as alex pointed towards the blonde, and she felt like she could curl up in a ball and never be seen again. before she looked away, she caught connor's eye before he looked away.

before she went to bed that evening, she got a follow request from the one and only connor bedard. her thumb hovered over the request, before pressing accept.

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the two had been dating since janurary, so smooth sailing for 7 months when connor's name had come up on her phone while she was in the other room. her brother jack picked up being the nosy person that he is, and instantly recognized the rookie. before connor could say anything, jack hung up and screamed for the girl. she was in the kitchen with her mom, and the two were in the middle of baking chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. she looked up from the bowl, her laugh and smile quickly falling when she saw the look on her older brothers face.

"jack?" ellen questioned, as jack stared at kailey. "jack?" kailey questioned with doe-like eyes. he shook his head, anger seething and angry tears ready to spill. "why is he calling you?!" he demanded, holding up her phone. her head tilted a bit in confusion, "stop yelling at her. calm down." quinn said from the couch to the right of kailey and their mom. "have something to tell us, missy?" jack said with his voice the same volume. "jack, stop it." ellen said and jack laughed, "you know don't you?" he asked not believing it. "know what?" luke asked coming down the stairs, "she's seeing a boy!" jack said and the boys all looked at one another before looking at kailey. "but more specifically, its who she's seeing." jack added and the boy's were confused. "oh god not one of my friends kails." luke said coming behind her to grab a bottle of water. kailey rolled her eyes, "id rather die." she said and luke shoved her a bit. "who is it though?" luke asked taking up the bar stool in front of her and their mom. her phone began to ring again, and kailey began her descent over to her brother.

"jack, give me my phone." she said and jack held it out of her reach, "jack rowden!" kailey screamed now, and jack froze. jack gave her her phone, and she quickly headed outside to the back to take it. she sat down on the dock. "kails?" connor asked softly once she appeared on the screen, "my brothers know about us." she said defeatedly and connor frowned. he knew why she didn't tell them, and he also knew how much it hurt her not too. "im sorry kails. i take it they were upset?" he said sitting up now. she nodded, "jack was angry, he yelled at me. though the other two are confused." she hummed, looking out into the lake. "im sorry lovey." he said and she nodded, looking back at the screen. "im excited to see you in a few weeks, I've been writing a list of thing-" and she cut him off, "i-i im not sure about that. something came up and uh, yeah." she said and connor's heart broke. he'd been drawing up a list of things to do and show her for the past few months, little things popping up at 2 am when he'd just be getting to bed. or when they'd be at a coffee shop or a on campus library, when the two would be studying. well, kailey would be and he'd be there to hang out and help her study. there was a running joke with her two friends, and they'd always recite mean girls to him: "he doesn't even go here." whenever they'd see him at their school.

"oh, wow. um, ok." he said a bit unsure of what to say. "yeah..im sorry connor." she said, as if it was a knife to the heart. they never used their full names, but here they were. "ill uh let you know when i can, i just need to go kill my brothers right now. ill talk to you later." she said before hanging up. as soon as she did, she broke down into tears. her blue eyes full of sorrow and guilt, knowing she'd never reach back out to him.

back in the house, all havoc broke lose. the three brothers interrogating ellen for all the information she knew. to her defense, she knew little but more than most. "boys stop. she will tell you when she's ready. don't pull this crap with her, she's already upset as it is." ellen scolded. "now get out of here, go do something. unless you'd like to help." she countered, and the boys quickly disappeared. kailey walked back into the house, slamming the back french doors and headed up to her room. "kails?" luke called but got no response. quinn came up behind jack who was busy texting, and slapped the back of his head. " ow! what was that for?" he questioned, rubbing it. "you are an ass." quinn said before making his way up to kaileys room. he knocked a few times before making his way in, and he found her in her bed sobbing into her pillow. "kiwi?" he questioned softly, bringing back to light a old nickname from their childhood. that only made her cry harder. he made his way over to her bed, and laid down facing her before pulling her into his chest. he rubbed her back, as she shook. "im sorry about jack." he said a few minutes later, and she groaned. "don't say his name." she mumbled and quinn chuckled. "but it doesn't matter anymore, there won't be any more of him." she said sitting up and facing her brother. his eyebrows creased in confusion, "you guys and your overprotectiveness! I've never been able to date anybody because there has always been something wrong about the guy..." she said pulling some hair behind her ears.

she licked her lips before restarting, "i never told you guys because i wanted to get to know him before you guys swooped in and told me no. before you guys came up with any bullshit excuse. i've never felt so loved before in my life quinnie. i've never felt so seen, heard, and protected. he genuinely cares about me, and not about getting to know you guys. not about what our last name can do for him or the association. i loved him quinn. god...and you would love him. all of you guys, but especially you. i have never once taken an interest in any hockey player, because truth be told yall are hard asses and i cant take any more than you three." she paused as quinn laughed. she shook her head, blushing.

quinn felt horrible, every word hitting heart. hard. "im sorry kiwi that you have felt that way about us for so long, that was never our intention. we usually just saw things before you realized it and we didn't want you to see those signs. but that does not excuse how you feel because its valid, you deserve all those things and more. and we should never get in the way of finding somebody that makes you happy. i just wish you told us sooner about him, especially then i would have been able to understand twisties text messages." he said waiting for her to understand. her blue eyes went wide, "wait! you knew?" she asked jumping up just a bit. he nodded with a smile, "yeah, mackenzie entwistle and i are friends still. and now i realize that you had no idea." he said laughing softly. "oh my god! oh my goddddd!" she said falling onto her back in embarrassment. "I've received a few karaoke videos from him too." and she cringed. "god stop talking q." she said covering her eyes with her hands. "i understand why you'd ghost the group chat a lot, at one point i was getting concerned and then twistie texted me something and it all made sense." he smiled, and she felt her cheeks heat up again.

quinn looked down at his little sister, as she removed her hands and brought them to her stomach. "when did you know?" he asked, and she looked towards him. "know what?" she said curiously, "that you loved him?" he asked leaning onto his side. she smiled looking up at the ceiling, "when he showed up to the depaul library a few blocks from my apartment in middle janurary, and told me he was not going to leave until i finished all my assignments. even though he had a game the next night. we didn't get out of there until 3. he still drove me back to my apartment, and then headed back to his. and then surprised me with coffee and a bagel before he went to the rink for the early game." she said smiling like a fool.

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"con, what are you doing here?" she asked looking at the time as seeing 11:58 pm. he pulled the set out in front of her in the deserted library. "i came to help you and to drive you home." he hummed pulling out a book she'd gotten him one time they were at a local bookstore. "con..you've got a game tomorrow." she said with a frown and he waved her off. "you're more important right now. your mental health is more important to me." he said not looking up from his book, and she sighed turning back to her computer. he smiled once he heard her fingers begin to type.

around 3 am he pulled into the guest parking spot, and he saw exhaustion plaguing at the girls eyes. "thankyou con, i appreciate the ride very much." she said smiling, as she unbuckled. "ofcourse. anytime." he hummed, and she leaned in. "and for helping me with my assignments." she smiled before kissing him. he placed his hand on her cheek, before pulling away. "ill see you later today." he said softly, and she nodded pecking him once more. "let me know when you get home." she said before she shut the door, and he left after she slipped into the elevator.

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"seems like you still love him, kiwi." he said and she shook her head. "I've already hurt him, there's no going back." she said sighing. "we were never supposed to be together, anyways. we were star crossed lovers. doomed from the very beginning."

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she walked back downstairs for dinner and because the smell of cookies pulled her from her room. quinn had left a little while beforehand to knock some sense into jack, and to deliver the news of the breakup. or well, kelsey's plan to ice him out. jim quickly delivered another slap in the head to jack, and jack tried desperately to defend himself. "hi kels." ellen said pulling the girl into a side hug, as kelsey looked down at the fresh cookies. "you did good." she hummed, smiling up at her mom. ellen kissed her only daughters temple before they heard the shrieking voice of jack, "k? can we talk?" he asked softly, leaning against the fridge. she sighed, looking over and jack and nodding. the two walked outside onto the deck, and Kelsey crossed her arms over her chest. the sun was setting, and she thought the lake looked gorgeous. "i want to apologize about earlier." he said coming up beside her, gauging her reaction. "i fucked up badly, and i don't think you should have broken up with him. that's not fair to him-" and she cut him off, "fair to him? him? seriously jack?" she said turning towards him with fury in her eye. the same one ellen had had many, many times over the years that was usually directed at jack.

"fair to him? what about me? every boy that I've spoken to has ended quickly because you all have something to say about them. when is it my turn, huh? when can i choose a guy and not have you down my neck about them?" she said furiously, tears beginning to pool. "i ended things so i didn't have to deal with this or anything else that you or luke have to say." she snarled before walking back into the house. quinn watched as she walked straight into the kitchen, and softly spoke with ellen. quinn was going to have to kill jack, and when his younger brother walked inside; he most certainly knew he had to.

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kailey headed back to the windy city a bit earlier then when she originally anticipated to, about a week into august she decided to randomly pack up her bedroom at her parents house and drove to the city all night. her best friend becca already settled in, was shocked to find the girl coming in and knocking things over at 3 am. her parents had been driving in from toronto so when they arrived home, she'd already been on the road for an hour. her parents confused and distraught, at the sight of her empty bedroom. quickly pulling their phones to check for her location to see it was off on 360, and quickly called the three brothers who were a the lake house. her phone was on silent as she drove through Indiana, listening to indie folk country on blast. it was around 4 pm the same day she arrived, becca opened her door to the three brothers disheveled and exhausted. they'd been up all night thinking of where she could have gone, who she could have been with, calling all their friends and contacts at the detroit airport and others across the country and canada. as soon as they saw the blonde on the couch eating cereal, they all let out a collective sigh. before they took one step inside the apartment they were met with becca who truth be told, was blood at this point. becca had become part of the family years ago, when she hit jack in the face with a hockey stick when they lived in toronto. which meant that becca was blood, in kaileys book.

"if you so dare lay a fucking finger or raise your voice ever so slightly, i will make your lives hell." she threatened the boys, making eye contact with the three to make sure they knew how serious she was. they nodded, swallowing hard. she made he most eye contact with jack, because he always had some 'witty' comeback to becca. he stayed silent. they walked in and made their way over to kailey who was confused and shocked that they were here. "thankgod you're safe." luke said sitting down next to her and pulling her into a hug. "where'd you think i was?" she said icily. "i don't know, europe?" jack said right on cue, and becca growled from the kitchen. he sat down on the other side of kailey who just stared at him with a blank expression. she then looked up at quinn, who still had yet to say something. he was livid, beyond belief. he'd been on edge since he got the phone call at 3 am from his parents, who were freaking out. "i don't feel like giving you a stern talking to right now, but don't do that again kailey. don't you ever think of doing that again." he warned and she swallowed, nodding softly. his eyebrow quirked, "yes quinn. i wont do it again. im sorry" she said and he nodded before heading outside to call his parents.

"why did you leave?" luke asked, "we were supposed to have our day together..." he added with a twinge of sadness. the two since they were young, spent the whole day together before they went their separate ways for the semester. as kids, him being pulled to hockey teams and her with soccer and lacrosse. "im sorry lukey, but i didn't want to be upset and alone in michigan any longer." she said not looking up at him. "but you have us?" jack said confused, "sometimes that isn't enough jack." she said sadly before turning her gaze towards the window, that overlooked the chicago river.

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november.

the semester was well underway, and thanksgiving break was nearing, she'd soon be heading up to vancouver to spend it with her brother while her parents went to newark. she was walking up the stairs to her floor, with a dunkin iced americano in hand, a bagel while her back ached with a 100 pound back pack. she had a few hours before her and becca would be going out to a bar near campus, where the two could slip in before they started to check for id's.

a few hours later they were slipping inside, ready to party one last time before break. they reached their friend group, saying hi to everybody before heading over to the bar to order a drink. some indie folk country student singer had just begun to sing a song, and kelsey's heart swooned. she started swaying to the song as becca was complaining about a guy she had been hooking up with for a few weeks at that point. "who is it?" kelsey asked looking over at her texts that her friend was showing her, "reichel?" kelsey said with wide eyes and becca nodded. "oh fuck. right." she said turning back to thank the bar tender. "how much?" she questioned and the bartender just pointed to the right of them, and she smiled at the guy. she saluted him with her drink, before turning away with becca. they headed back to their group before the girls wanted to get to the dance floor, which the cute guy that brought their drinks was just walking up as well.

"thankyou for the drinks!" she said over the song as the two found their way next to one another. he nodded, "ofcourse! did my one good deed for the day!" he joked and she blushed, "you used it on me?" she faked fawned, "i feel so honored." she grinned, "maybe you've got one more?" she said cheekily as his eyes lit up. she smirked, plopping his cowboy hat off of his head and slid it onto hers. "your welcome." he smiled twirling her as the two started dancing. "cant help it when i see a cowboy hat, they're a weakness of mine." she hummed before he dipped her.

connor watched from the corner of the bar, as the two danced with each other. him and some of the younger players all decided to go out for the evening, and connor was regretting as soon as he saw her walk through the door with becca. reichel had no idea she was there until, he saw her on the dance floor. in which as soon as he saw, he hurried over to surprise her. "dude just go up to her." vlasic said, his shoulder hitting connors. connor shook his head, "you've been a sad puppy all summer. go!" mackenzie entwistle said and connor sighed, before following the blonde to the bar. "can i get a water?" connor asked the bartender and they went to go fetch a bottle. "connor?" he heard to his left, the soft and angelic voice of kailey hughes. "hi kailey." he said turning towards her, and he saw soft smile begin to form. "hi." she said before taking the seltzer from the bartender, and he took her card to the register. "seems like everybody knew about reichs and becca but me." she said walking up next to him. he nodded, "its been a long and busy summer without you that's for sure." he spoke before he could catch himself. she nodded, taking the card from the bartender. "well uh, i should get back out there." she said pointing towards her friend group and she caught the eye of the guy, she'd been dancing with. his cowboy hat giving his location away. "wanna say hi to the guys?" he questioned and she hesitated, "come on they miss you." and she obliged.

kailey and connor didnt leave eachothers side that evening, spending the evening catching up with one another. connor also being interested in her studies and the semester as much as she was interested in how his season had been going. she also confessed that her brother quinn knew about the because of mackenzie, which earned a few chuckles from the guys. connor, kailey, becca and reichel made there way outside around 1 am and began their descent back to the apartment. but not before becca begged to take a picture of the two next to the sign, that stood outside of the bar. "come on cowboy." kailey hummed and he quickly dipped her; catching her by surprise.

"lets go home now." becca said pushing the two in front of her and lukas.

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december.

the long awaited game between the devils and hawks rolled around, with her parents taking a trip to see their kids all in one spot for the evening. connor picked up kailey from her apartment, two hours before puck drop so that her parents could see connor again and so she could catch up with her brothers just a bit too. afterwards, regardless of who won or lost; the hughes family were getting together for dinner with connor. oh, and quinn would be put on facetime at some point too.

"no devils jersey tonight, huh?" luke said with a smirk as he saw the famous chicago jersey, donned with 98. she rolled her eyes hugging him, and then jack came out and hugged her as well. "don't go too hard on him jacky, or i will cut your hair off while you sleep this summer." she joked and jack saluted her, knowing she was somewhat serious. "quinn said he's watching from van, so this game should be interesting." jack joked and she slapped his arm. "mom!" jack said rubbing his arm, and ellen just laughed. "hughesy!" nico called as he walked out of the visitors lockerroom, "heard you were gracing us with your presence tonight." he joked as she pushed her brothers aside to hug the swiss. "can never pass up an opportunity to grace everybody as the best hughes." she said sticking her tongue out at jack who did the same. "well we will leave you to it, we'll see you later. have fun!" ellen said as nico walked away. "choke." was all kailey said, faking a look of seriousness. "buh bye!" luke said pushing her away, and jack flipped her off. kailey puckered her lips, shrugged before turning around and walked to the stands with her parents.

everybody on the broadcast teams, got many shots of the hughes family. and most importantly, the jersey the youngest hughes was donning. she cheered loudly as connor was introduced, she cheered when he scored his two goals, and when the hawks won 3-1 over her brothers. as connor was introduced as the first star of the game, he quickly found where she was sitting and winked at her. she rolled her eyes playfully, before cheering once again. the three waited a bit as the fans filtered out, before she went to find connor and her parents towards her brothers. as soon as she saw connor, his whole face lit up and opened his arms to hug her. "you did so good, hun!" she said softly, before kissing his cheek. he looked down at her, still smiling before pecking her. "lets go find my family." she said pulling her hands in his, and they made their way over towards the visitor's area. "will they be like, upset?" connor asked as they turned a corner. "upset?" she questioned looking up at him. "that we won." he clarified and she giggled. "no, but im sure jack will have a comment to say about you blocking his shot." she teased and she saw connor tense up a bit, "im kidding. besides, my mom has no problem telling him off so you're good." she hummed before she turned and saw her family waiting for her. luke's face lit up, and dawned a smile as he saw kailey come into view. "sick goals tonight." luke said first as they came face to face. "thanks man. your one shift was sick, we were all in awe on the bench." connor responded, and the four guys all fell into a conversation about the game. which meant they were all hyping each other up, or the word jack would use is gassing.

ellen wrapped an arm around her daughter, and smiled once they looked at each other. "i like him." ellen whispered and kailey giggled. "i think you have some competition." kailey hummed as they watched her brothers and dad conversing with the boy she loved.

sure, they may be young but she knew she'd found the one.

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the two walked into connor's apartment a few hours later, and quickly got ready for bed. the two found eachother's arms as soon as she got into bed, and looked out at the city lights that were somewhat dimmed from the window tint. "you have fun?" he asked and kailey nodded. "yeah, though im sure my brothers had even more fun." she giggled turning to face him. he smiled down at her, "i think you've got two new fangirls." she added which caused him to laugh. "cheeky." he said kissing her forehead. "i love you." she said and then shot herself in the foot. "well good thing, cuz i never stopped." he said meeting her eye. she smiled, "me neither." she hummed before pulling him in for a kiss.

two star-crossed lovers, one a canadian superstar, and one an american- from a royal hockey family. they would not see the fate that shakespeare wrote about all those years ago, but one that would bring together some of the most powerful and well-respected names in hockey.

"For never was a story of more beautiful, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo," 

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@kaileyclara: november 🤍

tags: connorbedard, madisenbedard and beccamurphy

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@trevorzegras: WHAT @alexturcotte: you didnt know? @trevorzegras: how does alex know about everything before me? @kaileyclara: cuz youre bad at keeping secrets t

@jackhughes: chipmunks seriously? @kaileyclara: it was that or the other meme... @jackhughes: i like this one better @_quinnhughes: so glad you're happy blondie @kaileyclara: thankyou q! i am (:

@lhughes_06: you cant dance for shit @kaileyclara: you cant either bud

@connorbedard: had a feeling you were gonna make a meme out of me @trevorzegras: its her love language @connorbedard: so I've learned @kaileyclara: you breathe and it can be turned into a meme i stg @beccamurphy: i mean...

@lukasreichel: I like the brunette @kaileyclara: i think she likes you too bud!

@elblue6: love you two! @connorbedard: love you mama el! @kaileyclara: 🫶🏻 @melanieb: so grateful for you guys! @elblue6: same here, cant wait for our girls trip! @kaileyclara: shes even circled it on my wall calender @melanieb: me too! @madisenbedard: omg she did the same on mine!

@madisenbedard: sister 🥺 @kaileyclara: the one i never had 🥺 @melanieb: we just adore you kailey! see you soon

@kaileysfriend: he doesn't even go here @beccamurphy: connor the student

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[namuneulbo]

week sixty

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

lets have a better 2023, yeah?

this past week was,,, really good?

i hung out w l on wednesday and we went to a couple of thrift stores. i was originally looking for a desk chair but i gave up. l found quite a lot though. before we went we exchanged christmas gifts. i gave them a boob vase, some chocolate, rainbow lollipops, some hama beads in the colors of the lesbian flag, an orange short-sleeved button up i thrifted (i was so nervous they wouldnt like it but they did and im so happy abt it !!!) and also some gum. i got a tiny nutella, a hello kitty chocolate (meant for m but theyve,,, um.....), a howls moving castle print (probably my fav thing out of everything its so fucking cute and im saving it for when i move out so i can put it up somewhere cute), kinder bueno, a cute pride pin and some socks w naked ppl on them that im so excited to wear (the socks, not the naked ppl).

in the evening my direct family had a lil meetup. everyone, that would be, me, my sister, her boyf, my brother, his girlf, my mom, her boyf, my dad and his girlf, was there! we had coffee and my mom made our fav orange rice thingy !! its like cold rice porridge (sweetened though) with bits of orange. its so good and its a thing we have every christmas. after the meetup my sister and i went to the bar for music quiz. it was my second one ever and it was quite fun. i like hanging out w her but i wish i was able to talk w her more. i wanna seem cool yk but i struggle coming up w things to say. her friends l and l joined (they both have the same name but spelled differently lol). it was just supposed to be us four at first but a bunch more of her friends joined. so now we moved to a bigger table and we were so many ppl and by the end of the night it was, apart from us, e, i, m, m and two ppl who were friends w i whose names i dont know. i was so quiet the entire time so i felt so not cool and swag w them like i wish i did but ya.

e, h and l left on thursday afternoon. i miss them already TT

i was so productive on friday and saturday so im super happy abt having cleared my schedule a bit for now!!! i watched gayo daejejeon and it was lots of fun, even more fun when n was watching at the same time. monsta x slayed so hard i love them so much and i really liked nct 127 and nmixxs stages too! i managed to fit a short walk w doggito during the break.

i got invited to hang out at cs place for a little dinner thingy w her, e, e, i and l in the evening from 20-00. it was lots of fun. i ended up hanging out w i the most and it made me kind of realize i think were,,, friends? (I DONT MEAN THIS IN A LIKE OMG I THINK WERE MORE THAN FRIENDS WAY I MEAN IT IN A IVE ENJOYED HER COMPANY BUT I THINK WERE ACTUALLY LIKE FRIENDS FRIENDS NOW). we sat next to each other at the dining table and when the others were dancing we were in the kitchen and i kept her company while she was cooking. a new inside joke was born between us abt me and our bass teacher joining dancing with the stars and dancing a salsa to you spin me round. i think it started bc i was talking abt how i wanna start learning lets dance by bowie on bass and she thought i was talking abt the show dancing with the stars (which swedish name is lets dance which is kind of weird now that i think abt it). she made this whole plan of how id propose this idea to him and all and we were laughing to the point of crying, it was so funny to us.

c, e and i cooked all three meals, the first one being an agaricus soup and it was so good omg???? i thought i didnt like mushrooms but ig i was wrong oml?? the main course was fries w beetroot and goat cheese and it was so embarrassing to drop the bomb to them that i dont like beetroot nor goat cheese (ive actually never had goat cheese but it scares me and im picky w cheese). the sallad was good though and the fries w the garlic mayo were really good!!

the dessert was waffles. they turned out much better than i expected bc the batter was um,,,,, thick and chunky to say the least. they were also glutenfree so c would be able to eat them. they ended up actually being really delicious. we left quite soon after having the waffles. i (the friend, not me) got picked up, e and l went to ls place and i walked home w c and e who were going to see the firework show that happened to be near my house.

ive been quite,,, unproductive since i got home. im planning to get some stuff done before i go to sleep so i have less to do during the day and get more time to do fun stuff. im currently listening through my 2022 playlist. its the first year im making like a pl of songs ive been obsessed w or songs that i now just associate w certain things (for example i now associate greek god by conan gray w producing bc i made a cover of it for a school project this year). i actually felt like crying when i reached the vkei part of the playlist, i miss the peak of my vkei phase sm.

anyways, good night! happy new year! im hoping to have many more good memories this year and spend it w ppl who i care abt and who do the same for me. im hoping to get into uni and begin my studies in korean language that ive wanted to do for years. im hoping to move out and start a life on my own and find more purposes for staying happy and greatful for everything i have and get to experience. i want to grow as a person and continue learning abt the world. i hope to achieve the things i dream of as of now.

sotw: wjsn - as you wish

[jxbsbokuto]

HELLO congratulations on 300! your blog is really easy and pleasant to the eyes and i’m looking forward to see more of your writing!! For the event can i request ‘susie save your love’ by mitski & allie x as the song? The character would be chuuya nakahara bc i live for that short mf, i don’t have a particular verse or trope bc the entire song is so good i cant pick asgjfjgdfj anyways thank you!

a/n: first of all I'm rlly rlly sorry for the delay on this but I hope you'll like it!!

cw: alcohol

Chuuya was startled when you texted him at 2 a.m, drunk.

>> hace you seegn him?

>> im wsiting for hum

>> its so colld

Almost instantly, he got up from bed and went to your rescue once again. When he gets to the front of the bar you are leaning against the street pole with a bottle of whiskey in hand.

Your cheeks are red due to the alcohol, eyes half-lidded, and lips puckered in a pout. In his eyes, you were looking adorable, pretty even, but this isn't the right time to admire your beauty.

He knows the reason why you're like his, and it pisses him off. It hurts him to see you giving your all to someone who doesn't deserve half of it. You were trying to fix a shattered glass with bare hands and tape, only piling up scratches and wounds in your skin.

"Chuuuuuuya!" You open your arms, surprised to see him.

"Hey, Y/n." The ginger envelops you in a hug, his breath hitches when you reciprocate the action with a tight and warm embrace. "Let's get you home."

"Nooo!" You protest, untangling yourself from your friend.

"Yes." he insists.

"You're no fun, Chuu. I don't wanna go, I wanna see him."

"He's not coming, Y/n. And I'm not taking you to see that bastard."

You frown, bottom lip quivering as your eyes begin to glisten.

"I need to see him, Chuuya."

Just how many times would you cry because of him? Nakahara can't even count in his fingers the number of times you did in front of him and he prefers not to think about the ones when he wasn't around.

He grabs your elbow, firmly but gently, and tugs you closer to his body.

"Save your love to someone who deserves it, Y/n."

"He does deser-"

"No, he doesn't. Do you have any idea how it feels to see you hurting because of him? It's frustrating to just stand here while you tear yourself apart for someone who's gonna leave at the first opportunity. He doesn't deserve your love and he doesn't deserve you, but I do."

Your breath gets caught in your throat. There's no response for him in your head, you can only stare in surprise.

Now he walks you to his car without resistance, you sit on the passenger's seat silently, still trying to process his words.

If he had said this weeks ago he would've regretted confessing in such a way, but it is way past the time you opened your eyes to what is right in front of you.

You aren't dumb, you knew you had put yourself in a hard position. You had hoped you could fix him, only to fall into a spiral of deceptions and heartbreaks. And Chuuya was there the whole time, to try to comfort you, to give you your favorite chocolate so you'd stop crying, to take you out for a walk so you'd clear your head, but you were too blind by the idea of being a hero and saving someone to notice that you were slowly being saved by the ginger.

The whole ride is silent. You think he's mad at you, so you slide yourself in the seat, praying it could swallow you as a whole and break you free from the tension in the air.

Chuuya gets you to your apartment complex safely, walks you to your door, and waits for you to unlock it so he can go home.

"Wait." You grab the hem of his jacket. "...Can you stay the night?" You keep your eyes on the ground, afraid of his answer.

He stays quiet for a moment and sighs.

"Yeah, I can."

Chuuya knows he won't be able to save your love in a single night, but he is more than willing to fight for it.

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