#she walks to and from work bc it’s like 2 blocks away

[crushofdoves]

i got home like half an hour before frankie tonight and she just texted that she’s on her way home, so now i am pacing around in the front room of our house like a dog

[rafeandonlyrafe]

baby shoes

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

--

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.” 

--

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!” 

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine. 

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

-- 

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

--

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room. 

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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[purinfelix]

show me how ⊹˚. ♡

pairing: reader x spiderman!carlos sainz summary: your new neighbour is a mystery to you, and so is the masked vigilante that you've heard news of around your city - but the chances of them being related are impossible, right? warnings: none! w/c: 2.8k (i don't know how to write short fics i'm sorry)

a/n: after nearly a month away, i'm back !! most of it was bc i was on holiday but also bc I've had the worst writers block ... also i can't decide if i have horrible or amazing timing given the news abt lewis butttt its ok!!! just hope yall enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3333 (just note it might be a little rough ...)

You didn’t know that much about your neighbours.

Granted, it had only been about two months since they moved into the apartment next door and for the most part, they kept to themselves. But, during this short period, you’d managed to compile a list of facts you knew about them for no reason other than pure curiosity.

You knew they hosted quests quite often, almost once a week, which you could always tell by the loud music and banter that went on late into the night whenever they did. You knew the woman of the house was an excellent cook, having often walked past their door and caught a whiff of whatever it was she was making for dinner. You knew they were a family, quite a young one, with a son who was about your age and a student at your university. You’d spotted him around campus, often donning a pair of headphones and a hoodie that silently said “Leave me alone”. You’d yet to see him smile though, which you had initially chalked up to some remnants of teenage angst, at least until you spotted him leaving the chemistry labs with an unkempt stack of notes.

Despite these facts, your neighbours were still largely an enigma to you. And for the most part, you didn’t mind - this was New York you lived in, where not knowing much about whoever lived next door wasn’t unheard of. It wasn’t like you didn’t have anything better to do than stalk them too, considering you were swamped with university work, going into your second year as a nursing major.

This painful reminder weighed down on you as you dragged your feet through your apartment door, only managing out a tired mumble as a greeting to your parents. They didn’t seem to mind though, from their spots on the couch you couldn’t make out their faces, but you could tell they were immersed in tonight’s latest news story. The bright light of the television emitted a soft glow, and you couldn’t help but lend a listening ear as you trudged past.

“This just in, reports of a masked vigilante who has been helping the local community at night,” read out the news reporter, an image of the mentioned figure showing behind him.

You couldn’t help but let out an amused scoff as you pulled your backpack higher onto your shoulder, at how ridiculous the guy looked. Even after living here your whole life you had yet to hear anything as ridiculous as some weirdo running around in a mask at night.

Pushing open the door to your dimly lit room, you collapsed onto your bed with a soft thump. The fatigue from a long day of lectures and tutorials seemed to catch up to you as your eyelids drooped and you weakly grasped at your covers in an attempt to pull them over you. Even as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, you could faintly make out the news reporter continuing.

“People are calling this figure ‘Spiderman’, due to his red and blue suit reminiscent of the bug, The individual’s identity remains unknown though, and any persons with any information are encouraged to talk to their local police about it.”

You wake to a tapping sound. It’s quiet at first, but starts to get louder and more desperate before ultimately rousing you from your sleep, confused and disoriented. You push your hair out of your face and can just make out the time on your bedside clock, which blinks “2:34am”. Wiping a line of drool dribbling down your cheek with embarrassment, you whip your neck around to locate the source of the tapping noise.

That is, until you spot it, a shadowy figure peeking out of the corner of your window. Initially, your instinct is to scream as loud as humanely possible, but instead your body freezes you in place. Resigned to just staring at the figure with eyes wide in shock, you watch in horror, as it lifts a finger to what you assume is its mouth, signalling for you to be quiet. You bob your head to signal that you understand, and your arm springs up with a mind of its own, already reaching to open the window - although whether it’s to wave it away or let it in you aren’t entirely sure.

The decision isn’t yours to make though, since the second an opening forms in your window the figure slips its fingers in and lifts it up with ease. Before you even realise it, it’s slipped seamlessly into the bedroom, your bedroom, where it stands in place. You let out a shaky breath, your hand fumbling in the darkness for you lamp which you flick on, basking your room in a warm light and illuminating the figure in front of you in all of its red and blue glory. You feel your breath hitch in your throat.

“… Spiderman?” you gasp breathlessly, and the name sounds unreal coming from your mouth, mostly because you never thougt you’d say it out loud, ever. The figure in front of you shows no reaction though, as it moves its arm, and you flinch, only before you realise it’s reaching to pull its mask off.

First pops out a long, messy mop of dark hair, which falls over his eyes just as his mask falls to the ground. Bringing up a hand, he brushed his locks out of the way to reveal a familiar face.

You’re rendered speechless, unable to do anything but let out a confused huff as you take in the features of your neighbour. Instinctively, your hand reaches out to grasp his shoulder, almost as if to make sure he’s real and not just a figment of a really really strange dream. It’s almost too much for you to wrap your head around, until he steps closer to you, further into the light, and you notice a rip in his suit not far from where your hand is, spanning from his shoulder to the centre of his chest.

You take a step back, and realise its one of many rips, some revealing gaping wounds and sores. In the light you can also notice his chest, the way it’s heaving, and the exhausted look on his face.

“Look, I’ll answer all your questions later, I just,” he pauses to chew on his bottom lip and to catch his breath, “I need your help.”

You try not to think too much about how deep his voice sounds, compared to what you expected, having never heard it before, and focus on the issue at hand. You’re inclined to do the normal thing, to turn him away, to tell this stranger to get the hell out of your room, but the desperation in his tone causes you to nod.

“Sit down,” you order, already turning to grab the first aid kit you keep on your desk. Behind you, you hear him let out a tired sigh as he sits on the edge of your bed, which groans under his weight. Kit in hand, you pull up your desk chair and scoot as close to him as you can get. It doesn’t occur to you to worry about just how close you are to your neighbour, who at this distance you’re slowly realising is a lot more attractive than you’ve ever realised, since you’re too busy worrying over his wounds.

You go through the familiar motions you’ve learnt, even with your preliminary nursing knowledge, first wetting a cotton ball with antiseptic to clean up the gory mess he’s made of himself. As soon as the cotton makes contact with his skin though, he lets out a hiss of pain, causing you to shrink back and look up at him with concern.

“Sorry,” he mumbles sternly, although the way his eye avoids yours hints at embarrassment more than anything. You try your best to work quickly, or as quickly as you can with a patient that keeps wriggling out of your touch. It occurs to you though, that this might be the best time to get some answers to your questions.

Okay, so,” you say, once you’ve finally managed to clean up all his wounds and can get to patching them up, “I think I’m owed an explanation.”

“What is there to explain?” he says, and for a moment he sounds genuinely confused - as if he’s the one who has the right to be confused in this situation - but this gives way to more of a shy tone, “I’m Spiderman, that’s all there is to it.”

“That’s all there is?” you scoff, pulling out big wads of gauze from your kit, “you don’t just become a masked vigilante overnight, tell me from the start.”

“Well actually, I kinda did,” he lets out a soft laugh, and you’re taken aback by the fact that it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him actually smile, “I got bitten by a spider one day and when I woke up the next, I had all these powers.”

“Like?”

“I mean, for one I can shoot webs.”

“What like, from your-”

“No, from my wrists,” he shuts down your question hurriedly before carrying on, “I can also stick to walls, and I have these weird tingles that tell me when things are wrong.”

“Okay,” you say, drawing out the end of your word to show that you don’t entirely believe him. “And this has been going on for, how long?”

“About a month.”

“A month?” you exclaim in shock. “What, so you’ve managed being a chemistry major on top of, being,” you pause, searching for the right word to describe what he is, “a superhero?”

“Well, it isn’t easy but- wait, how did you know I’m a chemistry major?” he leans closer to you, trying to catch your eye with a small smirk tugging at his lips, “have you been stalking me?”

“Hey, it’s not like that okay?” you mutter defensively, “You’re my neighbour, so it’s only normal I’d notice you around campus and stuff.” Avoiding his eye, you press down on a bandaid a little too hard, causing him to draw in a sharp breath, and for you to quickly apologise.

“Anyways, I’m the one asking the questions here okay?” You huff in flustered exasperation, before pausing for a bit, “Why did you come to me anyways?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, motioning to his injuries.

”I mean, yes, but why me? Wouldn’t you much rather your mum or dad do this instead of me?”

He’s quiet for a while, and he can’t bring himself to look at you when he speaks again.

”My, uhm, my parents don’t know about this,” he mumbles.

“Then, a sibling? A friend? Someone you actually know?”

Silence once more, only this time you’re the one to break it.

“No one knows?”

He nods. “No one except for you now.”

The weight of this realisation weighs down on your shoulders like a pile of bricks and you have to pull yourself back from the wound you’re tending to to let it sink in. Here he is, your neighbour, the Spiderman, revealing his identity to you and you only. For the first time that evening, you realise how truly vulnerable the man sitting on your bed has allowed himself to be with you and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter, as well as beat at the immense amount of pressure you know have to deal with.

“Plus, I don’t think any of them would know how to fix me up as good as a nursing student,” he adds, still avoiding your eye, but trying his best to lighten the mood. You let him.

“Oh, and I’m the stalker?”

He avoids your question. “Are you done yet?”

“Almost, one more.”

He watches you work with a quiet, resigned expression, almost fascinated with how quickly you’ve managed to tape down the gauze and conceal his wounds. You lean back to look at your work with a proud smile, closing up your kit and going to put it away.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s the most earnest he’s sounded all night.

“Don’t sweat it, it’s not like I could turn you away in the state you’re in.” You’re trying your best to maintain a casual composure about this whole situation, even if it means being slightly awkward.

“Good point,” he chuckles, rubbing his nape sheepishly, “well, I better get going.” He’s already reaching out to slide your window up but you stop him by holding out your hand.

“Hold on, you really think you’re going to be able to climb back into your room after that? Your injuries are far too serious, you need to rest first.”

He’s a little taken aback, “For how long?”

“I’d say, at least until the end of the night.”

“If you wanted me to stay over, you could’ve just asked,” he says slyly, and for the second time that night you’re caught off guard.

“Wh- don’t be stupid, I’m the nursing student, and that’s just my professional opinion!”

“Whatever you say doc,” you catch him scanning the room once more, “but uhm, where exactly will I sleep?”

“Oh, you can take the bed, I’ve slept on the floor plenty of times.”

“Now you’re the one being stupid, this is your room, I’ll take the floor,” he insists.

You’re still unconvinced, but you can tell he’s too tired to argue with you and decide to let him win.

“Fine,” you say, the word more a sigh than anything. He looks at you, eyes soft with gratitude and you can’t help but feel a strange pang in your chest at the sight. “Let me get you a blanket at least.”

You turn around to gather a few blankets and a pillow from your closet, which you make into a makeshift bed on the floor, and he watches you the whole time, his gaze heavy on your back. When you’re done, you stand up and dust off your hands before gesturing for him to lay in it. As he does, you climb back into your own bed.

There’s a short silence filled with nothing but the rustling of blankets as the two of you get comfortable, and some soft grunts of discomfort from where he is on the floor. Finally though, the two of you lay still.

“Good night, Spiderman,” you say, forcing a lightness in your voice that you don’t quite feel given the night’s events. You’re half expecting him not to respond, but when he does you can hear the smile in his voice, even though you can’t see him.

“Carlos.”

“Huh?”

“My name, it’s Carlos. You don’t need to call me Spiderman, at least, not now.”

“Oh, right,” you feel almost bad that it sounds like you’re making a mockery of him, and you can feel an apology forming in your mouth before he speaks again.

“Goodnight, doc,” he hums, before turning off the lamp on your desk. Your room is once again plunged into darkness, and you’re left to stare up at the ceiling, and try your best to sleep despite the millions of thoughts buzzing around in your mind.

You wake again, only this time it’s to the sound of birds chirping outside of your window and the first rays of morning sun slipping through it. You blink lazily, stretching out before forcing yourself to sit up.

The first thing you notice is the absence. The floor is empty, the makeshift bed gone and instead a pile of neatly folded blankets takes its place. There’s no sign that anyone else had been in your room, let alone Spiderman.

You peer outside your window, as if looking for a trace of him, evidence that the previous night had been more than just a weird dream, but find nothing. Instead the city wakes up with you, peoples bustling about, cars honking, just like any other day. It still feels surreal, and part of you is ready to label it a dream and move on, but you know better. You remember the desperation in his voice, the tenderness in his eyes, the wounds you had tended to.

Out of the corner of your eye though, you catch sight of a yellow sticky note balanced carefully on top of the pile of blankets. Slowly you climb out of your bed and read it, the letters ‘IOU’ scrawled in a lettering that is definitely not your handwriting. It might not be much, but it’s all the confirmation you need as you whisper a silent prayer for his safety, his health, and for the two of you to cross paths once more.

[celiamae99]

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, talk about anxiety, depression, and mental illness, talk about self harm, almost self harming, physical and mental abuse, mature themes

Mature readers ONLY. 18+. I will check profiles periodically and will block minors bc this post is MA!

John B was mad. He was mad at JJ and he was mad at you. When he agreed to his baby sister (by 2 minutes) dating his person, he never thought it would result in fights this alarming. Sarah stood next to him, your best friend. Your person. While Sarah was yours, JJ was his. And it was awful to watch their favorite people be in this much pain. They were watching the fight like a tennis match.

“Would you just admit that you have a hero complex and the need to save everybody?” You screamed at him. They were standing in the kitchen, arguing again about JJ taking the bike and being reckless again.

“I’m trying to save you! And John B! And Kie, Sarah, Pope. Don’t you get that?” JJ screamed back at you. “And if that means getting hurt, or even killed, I’ll do that! I’ll do that for you guys because I love you.”

Tears streamed out of your eyes, running fast down your cheeks. “But what about me?” You demanded. “What do I do when you get wrapped up in something that so messed up that you can’t come back from it? That John B and I can’t fix for you. What if you do? What do I do then?” You yelled at him.

JJ and John B stared at you as you screamed. “Huh?” You screamed after a minute. “Answer me!” You screamed, shoving JJ back. JJ, mind going quickly into fight or flight mode, shoved your hands away, causing your wrist to twist and crack. John B quickly stepped in between you guys, preventing anything from happening further.

“Don’t do this guys!” John B yelled at you both, eyes ablaze.

You froze for two seconds. You shoved JJ. You’re sweet JJ, who loved you so much he was willing to sacrifice himself so that you would be okay. The JJ who’s dad was a dick to him, beat the crap out of him every chance he got; verbally abused him because he did have anybody else to take his crap out on. You shoved him. Instinctively you pulled your wrist to your chest.

“I - I -” You stumbled over your words. Trying to find the right ones to apologize, but JJ ran out the back door of the house before you could say anything.

“I have to go after him, make sure that he doesn’t -”

You nodded. Sarah coming up next to you as you fell into her arms sobbing as you tried to wrap your mind around what had happened.

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You spent the whole day in your room. Once you stopped sobbing, Sarah took you to your room and you climbed into your bed, holding the stuffed animal JJ had won for you when you were 10 and staring at the wall. Sarah didn’t try to talk to you, she just sat with you until John B got back. You heard mumblings of their conversation but didn’t try to understand what you couldn’t hear. Your mind was reeling.

Sarah made you eat a banana and drink water. She said the potassium would be needed and that you couldn’t get dehydrated.

Later that evening, John B came into your room and sat down on your bed. “We’re having a fire tonight, just our people. Kie, Sarah, Pope, me.” He didn’t say JJ. “JJ’s at work, said he has a car to fix up, he’ll probably show up late.” He continued on. “You need to get out of this room.” He deadpanned. “I’ll carry you out if I have to.”

You knew he was right. So after five minutes, you got out of bed, threw your hair in a very messy bun and an old maroon sweatshirt of JJ’s and grey sweatpants.

You walked into the living room and saw Sarah talking quietly with John B. When you entered room, they quickly turned their conversation to you.

“You look like shit,” she told you, scanning you from head to toe.

You rolled your eyes. “She definitely knows how to charm you, Big Bear.”

“She sure does.” You had been calling John B Big Bear for your whole life, and he in return called you Baby Bear.

“You need tequila,” Sarah decided after a minute.

“Yes I do.” You nodded in agreement. John B rolled his eyes and sighed. Tequila and you had never been good friends unless you were sad, and in which case, meant that you tried to drown your sorrows with tequila.

You had grabbed your bottle of tequila, favorite blanket, phone, and crocs before heading out to join the rest of the gang. Once you got there, you settled yourself on the long that you usually shared with JJ.

Kie and Pope were together and so we’re John B and Sarah. They were talking about a double date they were going on tomorrow, which left you to look out at the water and your mind wander.

After everybody had gotten a little buzzed and or a little high, you went into your dark and twisty place. How could you have shoved JJ? After everything that his father had done to him, you did that? How could you guys come back from this? What if he left you?

You always knew you weren’t good enough for JJ. You thought it all the time. Even when JJ tried to reassure you, there was still the nagging thought in the back of your mind, telling you that you weren’t enough. JJ was so much better than you, and he could have anybody he wanted, so why did he settle on you? You weren’t special. You weren’t smart and kind like Pope, you weren’t chill and relaxed like Kiara, you weren’t overly ambitious and hopeful like John B, you weren’t witty or gentle like Sarah, you weren’t feisty or adventurous like JJ. There wasn’t anything that made you special, you thought.

The grounding exercises that your therapist gave you hardly worked anymore. You were too out of touch with your body to understand what you needed. You teared up. You blinked ferociously, refusing to cry. You had done enough of that today.

“Hey,” Sarah said plopping down next you and stealing half your blanket. You leaned in to her, sighing deeply. “You’re not allowed to go dark and twisty on me and not tell me.” You rolled your eyes. Sarah knew you better than pretty much anybody did, besides maybe JJ. She knew your thoughts were eating you alive.

“Do you think he’ll show?” You ask quietly, picking at your phone case anxiously.

“If he doesn’t, then he’ll have to deal with the wrath of me, and I don’t think he wants that.

“Sarah,” I whispered. “I was - I mean - I -” You stumbled over your words again, blinking faster than before as a few tears betrayed you. You’re breathing quickened. You were spiraling.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she kneeled in front of you as you let out a sob. “It’s JJ, Y/N/N. It’s not like it’s some dumb turon or Kook, it’s JJ.” She smiled at you, keeping her voice gentle, trying to calm you down.

You put your head in your hands and continued to cry, trying hard to catch your breath, but nothing worked. Sarah’s words weren’t registering in your brain. You could barely making out John B calling JJ and telling him to come over because of your anxiety, but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You shook Sarah off you before you took off running towards the house. You needed to be alone.

You shut the door to the bathroom, hand over your mouth trying to stifle the sobs. You glanced around the bathroom trying to focus on something solid when your eyes landed on the razor.

You zeroed in. You hadn’t done anything in months. Before you and JJ were together. Sarah had caught you and made you start therapy. JJ and John B knew, and so did Pope but you didn’t talk about it a lot. There were bigger problems to worry about.

But the therapy wasn’t working. You weren’t going anymore. The pain was still there. Deep, caught in your chest. The numbness of cutting would take away the pain. It would stop. You inched towards the razor. Just one cut, you thought. It wouldn’t affect much and it would take away the pain, even if it was just for a few seconds. Nobody would ever know. You grabbed the razor. You didn’t hear the knocking on the door. You inched the razor towards your wrist and screamed when the door banged open and JJ caught you.

Both your eyes widened. You opened and closed your mouth repeatedly. Trying to make words, but for the third time today, the English language failed you.

“Y/N,” JJ said sternly. “Give it to me.”

You shook your head rapidly. “I need it to stop, JJ.” You said fast and quietly. “I just need to turn everything off.” JJ stepped forward. You gripped the razor tighter. “I just need it to all stop. Just for a minute.” You cried, chest starting to heave again.

“Sweetheart, this is not how you make it stop. If it stops, it doesn’t start again. It’s an addiction to you. And it’s not going to make it better, it’s only going to get worse. It may seem like a short term solution, but long term you know it will only cause you more pain.” You knew he was right. JJ was always right when it came to stuff like this. “Baby, I’m going to grab it now.” He took it gently from your hand and threw it into the sink. He grabbed you just in time as your legs gave out. You let out guy wrenching sobs.

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Once you had calmed down from your episode, you lied back down on your bed staring at the wall. JJ was back in the living room talking with John B and Sarah. After a little while, he slipped back into the bedroom and slid in next to you.

“We need to talk.” Those four words made you shoot up. You knew those words. You had used them on JJ when you had made the decision to split up for a few months a year ago.

“JJ,” you croaked. You didn’t want this. You couldn’t handle him leaving you right now.

“Just listen to me, okay?” He grabbed your hand. “We’re not in the same place right now.” He said gently, his whole gut, heart, and brain hating this, but he knew it was right. For both of you. “You’re so anxious, all the time. Anytime JB and I go to do something you panic until we’re back. If you go with, you panic until it’s done. You pushed me today babe. I’m not saying I didn’t deserve it, because I did. I needed a reality check, but babe, we need help.” He took a deep breath, his heart breaking. “And we need to do that apart, I need to do that apart.”

Tears welded up in your eyes again. This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening.

“JJ, please.”

“I’m not saying we break up, I’m saying let’s take a few months and -”

“Months?” You cried out. You didn’t want to be apart from him for more than a day, let alone months.

“Y/N. We need this okay? You need time to figure stuff out, I need time to figure stuff out. I’m not saying we break up -”

“It sounds like we are!”

“We just need time, okay? Talk to your therapist, work on you. We’ll go from there, okay? But for now, we need space.”

And with that, JJ left, taking your heart with him as he made his was to the couch, where he’d be spending most of his nights.

Pt. 2 coming!!!

[mixelation]

how's sasori obligatory round of book club go?

bc his role in reborn au is "mildly stalks team 4" i'm imagining 1) he's never actually formally invited, but 2) he just shows up for random meetings. it gets to the point where it's like "oh, akasuna no sasori shows up as a side character in this one, are you inviting him?"

but the FIRST time, tori has been busily "befriending" a random woman she found in the chunin break room. she walks her from work to get drinks before the meeting so her "friend" absolutely cannot escape. and then at the bar, fucking sasori shows up

tori: how did you even get in here?!

sasori: i was in the area. what are you doing i want you to look at improvements i made to one of my mind control seals. maybe find itachi too he's into this

tori: NO i'm DOING SOMETHING

tori: here if you can't just wait a couple hours, we're doing a book of short stories this week. read at least one of them

the woman recognizes sasori and she's like. um i would like to leave? and tori is like NO NO BOOK CLUB IS STILL ON and then blocks every single attempt to leave or flag down ANBU. we are going to book club, okay, new best friend????

(sasori: this is a random desk-nin? wouldn't even make a good puppet)

so the three of them go to book club, which is hosted in the hokage's house, and kushina opens the door and is like. hmmm. then she goes to minato making a vegetable platter and she's like

kushina: hey yeah so you know how sasori is stalking my students

kushina: well he's here for book club

minato:

minato: did you let him in?

kushina: i mean yeah? he had a copy of the book

minato:

minato: huh

so sasori is just. there. he's read three out of six of the short stories and he was very strong opinions. also itachi shows up so book club turns out to be very convenient for sasori? so he's fine. he behaves. he doesn't take the drink kushina offers him. minato DOES go drop naruto off at sasuke's so he's not in the house, but like. sasori is a fine edition to book club. he has well articulated and thoughtful opinions and has no problem telling kakashi his opinions are stupid, which is a pretty good litmus test for not being someone who's cowed by authority

tori's new best friend is losing her mind. what the fuck is happening. why is hokage-sama okay with this. why does respected famous jounin hatake kakashi think one of the most infamous missing-nin alive being here is funny. only shisui looks even slightly concerned. and then she can't even SAY anything because what is she supposed to do? talk back to her boss or the three separate anbu captains present??? she thought tori was a civilian

as they're leaving book club, itachi vaguely wanders after tori and the rando woman (who tori will NOT let leave her) because sasori said he wanted to talk, and sasori is like "well if YOU'RE not going to use her as a test subject, can i?" and tori is like NO OBVIOUSLY NOT SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND

(itachi: your best friend is a 30 year old career chunin with a child?)

the chunin lady finally successfully executes the emergency alarm jutsu and itachi is like "hi, i'm the nearest anbu" and then "why did you even bother, did you really sit with him and hokage-sama in the same room and conclude this was an appropriate response?" so he's. unhelpful and mean.

so the woman has a breakdown right there in the streets and tori has to be physically dragged away from her. they go find deidara. tori is mad the whole time but sasori considers the evening a success

tori several days later: can you BELIEVE she doesn't want to talk to me anymore? she tried to get minato to ban me from the chunin break room

[fleshdyke]

in honour of april fool’s day (even though its over in my timezone) and also the amount of insane shit that goes on in my life im gonna list a bunch of things that have happened to me and i want you to guess which one is a lie. i would make this a poll but i dont have those yet

when i was like 7-ish i went to the zoo with my neighbor and went to this bird show they put on and i got to race with like 20 other kids against 15 i think turkey vultures. in a footrace. the vultures outran every single one of us. also the zookeeper lady said “don’t trip and fall or they’ll start eating you!” and it scared the shit out of me

when i was in grade 3 i went on a field trip for school and on the bus home my bus driver literally got arrested for drunk driving. with like 30 8 year olds on the bus. it was like 2:45 and we (all age 8) had to stand outside for almost an hour in november. also it was like three blocks away from the school and my house was literally across the street. the distance back to school was very walkable but for some reason they made us wait for another bus to come pick us up and take us back. but the bus was one of those ones that went to each house individually and the neighborhood it operated in was literally across the main street from my school and for some reason instead of taking 5 minutes to drop us off first they made us wait an additional half hour dropping all the other kids off at home before taking us home. then i had to walk almost a km home anyways

also when i was in grade 3 we all had to take a diagnostic test to see if we could get into the gifted program. i got one (1) below the threshold for getting into it and i was so pissed. like two weeks later they changed the score you had to get to get in so they invited everyone who got close to do it again and i got a higher score than i did before but then i STILL got one below because they raised it. in hindsight i’m glad i didn’t get in because i know it would have been bad for me but i’m still so pissed about it bc of the principle of it

literally my first day working at the aviary there was a snake in one of the birds’ feeders just chilling there. we spent like half an hour trying to catch it and it scared the absolute shit out of like 7 birds

i was a niche internet microcelebrity on reddit when i was literally 12

when i was in grade 8 we had a water hydraulics project and my class was a split class with mostly 7th graders so my teacher just sort of left us alone with a bucket of little tube syringes while she did something else with the grade 7s. then i found 3 actual needles in the bucket for some reason. one of them was in that little wrapper but the other two were just loose in the bucket that we were rummaging around in. i went out to tell my teacher bc she was in a different room and she literally told me she didn’t care and to leave her alone bc she was working with the 7s (they were reading a textbook). i was like ??? but i didnt know what else to do so i just went back into the room to keep working. then this one guy grabbed one of the open needles and stabbed two different girls with the same one like uhhh what the fuck. i went out to go tell my teacher that two people had been stabbed by the same needle and she told me she didn’t care AGAIN like GIRL. honestly i wasn’t too worried about the girls because they both bullied me honestly but yk. then later the teacher came in and berated us for not telling her like I LITERALLY DID TWICE im still so mad about that honestly

when my mom and i were watching the last two episodes of ofmd together (this was before i came out) when ed and stede kissed she turned around and looked directly at me

i was in scouts when i was younger and there was exactly 5 people in my troop and it was me, 2 of my friends (one of them ended up being one of the girls that bullied me and got stabbed with a needle in grade 8), and two boys that i absolutely fucking hated. one time one of the boys said i was dumb and i threw a rock at him

when i was in kindergarten during recess i had to shit really bad and i asked the teacher on duty to let me go inside and she refused so i asked the other teacher to let me in and she didnt have keys. i tried to hold it but i could not go inside and i was 4 so i shit my pants and i was absolutely never a kid who had accidents so i didn’t know what to do and i was so embarrassed i just tried to ignore it. i just walked around for the rest of recess with a massive shit in my pants. when recess ended the teacher told us to come sit down on the carpet in a circle. you can guess what happened next

last year i had a substitute teacher for math and i ticced fuck while she was handing something out and for some reason she refused to believe me when i said i had tics. she sent me to the vice principal’s office and he didn’t believe me at first that i didn’t know what i was there for because she had sent me down for lying to him. when he did realize that i actually didn’t know what was going on he told me that she sent me down for disciplinary action so yk. he walked me back up to my class and took the teacher out in the hall to talk to her and i was losing my fucking mind with my friends for like 15 minutes while she was getting an absolute dressing down for not believing me. then when she came back in i was expecting an apology at the very least and she literally didnt. we waited for like 10 minutes and she said nothing. then my friend actually raised her hand and said she owed me an apology and this old lady started fighting for her LIFE. also she was only a little bit polite to my white friend who was standing up for me but didnt have an OUNCE of respect for either of my other friends who were standing up for me who were black and mohawk. like literally what the hell. my friend did record it though and i have that video now so

when i finally came out to my mom i was literally in a costco parking lot. my brother was in the car and he already knew bc he just guessed it ages ago and i said “did you know one in three people are gay” and my mom said “yeah i know”. also i made a cake for my dad bc he wasn’t there and he said “when do we make the ‘we know’ muffins”

i made my 13th birthday cake and right after i finished frosting it i dropped the entire thing on the ground

when i was like 4 i made a mess of paper in the kitchen and my mom told me to clean it up so i went in there and ate all of the paper

in grade 5 my teacher found out i was self harming and for some reason she decided to talk to me about it while we were doing kindergarten buddies. my kindergartener was literally just left alone in the room. i dont know why she decided to use that time

when we were selling my old house it was during covid so we had to leave during all the open houses and one time we came back from driving around the city during one and i went to the bathroom and there was a puddle of piss on the floor. some lady brought her toddler in and she pissed on the floor and she tried to clean it up with toilet paper but for some reason put it in the garbage instead of the toilet so the whole room smelled like piss

in grade 7 i was walking home from school with my partner and i guess i ate something bad and i ended up shitting my pants halfway home

someone here called me a terrorist for lying about gay sex in bathrooms

[soldier-poet-king]

Sexism? Implicit homophobia? Double standards? IN MY FAMILY?? 🙃🙃🙃

Bro 1 either got really drunk and stayed over at his friends (likely) or is MISSING (unlikely), but he didn't even send a text and didn't come home overnight and my mother is FLIPPING OUT and like low-key it's a little funny bc he's 23 and she's been letting him come home at all hours since highschool, I'm talking like, hes regularly crawling in when I'm getting up to leave for work, and sure he can do whatever he wants idgaf he no longer takes even a modicum of advice from others (tho it's super annoying when he wakes me up coming in at 4am since we're the only two in the basement)

HOWEVER, like, do u think he's gonna get any flack for this? Absolutely not. If I'm 30 min late coming home from work IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AT AGED 26 I get in SO MUCH SHIT. God forbid I fall asleep on the bus and forget to text that I'm running late. Or walking home from my Nonna's at night (less than 1 block) I have to text to say I lived, but none of my male cousins or brothers do, despite some of them being MINORS. Or like. I can't even take the subway at night without my mother constantly texting and begging me to let her pick me up like a child (aka tmg concert getting out at midnight but I very specifically stayed sober since I was alone) but nooo my brother can go bar hopping at all hours and she'll just. Go to bed and let him leave.

He can just do whatever the fuck he wants because he's a BOY and he's also our mother's FAVOURITE (the rest of the siblings all agree on that one, me and bro 2 are like 🤝 least loved & most criticized children solidarity), and he's also capable of SUCH anger, he's largely apathetic to the general world and highly selfish, but when he gets mad he he's MAD tbh I fear that anger a bit and so now no one will criticize him at all? He gets away with EVERYTHING and I can't even leave stuff out in the house where I LIVE WITHOUT GETTING SHIT

Also like he was living with his gf and not going to church and all that, and I literally Do Not Care At All, that's his business, but again the hypocrisy of it all from the parents, when theyre supportive of him - literally bought and moved their shared bed - even tho he's "going against their professed values" or however my father wants to phrase it, but god forbid I just EXIST as a queer person, even if I'm single. Like. HELLO???? I can never be out ever

Like yes I'm glad they're not assholes to him but also WHY DO I GET SO MUCH SHIT FOR LITERALLY MY BENIGN EXISTENCE

[iamjustcara]

My dad died at 72 on 12/31/19 after his 2nd massive heart attack. It was hard, but as a family we got through it and even moved my mom to Memphis to live in a house right next door to me. She was out of shape and overweight but did fine in her house on her own for 2 years.

Then in Nov 2022, at 74, she fell and broke her femur, requiring intramedullary nail for the fracture and full time rehab. Rehab that isn’t going well. Rehab that has been derailed by a bladder infection that made her throw up and prevented her from eating and required 5 days in a real hospital. Rehab that was derailed further when she got Covid at the ER while waiting for bladder infection treatment. She’s finally back at rehab, free from her 2-weeks of Covid quarantine, but she’s throwing up again. And on it goes. It’s always something.

I whine about all this to say: this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life and it’s not even happening TO me. I’m powerless, I’m helpless, I’ve got no control of her treatment and it feels like I’ve got no control of my own life b/c I spend so much time visiting her and worrying about her comfort and going to her appointments.

People: stay active. Walk your ass down the driveway every day. It will make a difference. Get up, get out, move around and use your body. Sure actual exercise is good for you but movement of any kind will help. My mom will likely never walk unassisted again. My mom can’t come home and live alone and I can’t be her personal home aid. She’s going through this medically but I’m going through something too.

Being a caregiver (really I’m a care supporter) is slowly killing parts of me. And I am mad. I’m mad that my parents never followed instructions after previous surgeries to be active. All they had to do was walk around the block everyday. They never did. I’m mad that nothing seems to go right for my mom since she fell and all the lofty goals of being back to “normal” in 6-8 months have evaporated.

I’m mad that my two brothers and I haven’t met up to discuss things. Even when the older one showed up in town unannounced last week he didn’t tell me his plans so I never even saw him. I’m mad that I can’t focus on critical things in my own life because everything has become dependent on my care obligations. I wash her laundry bc she’s got sensitive skin and needs special detergent. I bought her new clothes so she wouldn’t be in the rehab gym in her ratty old house clothes. I haul shit over from her house to make her more comfortable in the rehab room. I leave work to go to appointments with her, to hold her hand when she cries. I do all this shit but it’s not enough to change any god damn thing.

Nothing is going to be changed. I’m locked into this bullshit until mom finally gives up and dies. There is no fucking escape. The brothers aren’t going to hold her hand and rush up there when she calls scared and crying it for my dead dad. My role in this position was set in motion when I was born the only daughter. And I’m fucking mad.

I love my mom. Living next door to her was a dream come true. But I’m killing myself trying to support her and I’m mad that I can’t let myself step away. I know I don’t have to be the caretaker, but if my dad ever found out I abandoned my mom he’d be so disappointed. As he died in Vanderbilt hospital I held his hand and promised him I’d take care of mom. So I have to keep going. I do my best and I acknowledge that my best changes from day to day.

I’m mad at my mom for being old and out of shape. I’m mad that she had surgery, followed by an infection, followed by Covid. I’m mad at myself for not adjusting into this new role easily. I am not a parent, I have no experience guiding someone to make good decisions and try her hardest. I’m not trained in this at all but now I’m fucking stuck in it.

I’m so mad

[jeyramarie]

heyyyy did you see florence’s pics at tiffanys’s event today? she looked so good and i was wondering if you could write a imagine where reader goes with her bc they are dating but florence starts dancing with other girls and r gets jealous, i leave the rest to you :)

so sorry i got to this now but i'm planning on writing out a few requests to see if i get inspo to finish two imagines i'm working on!! which are ibiza pt. 2 and the valentino event one :)

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I was just there, staring as jealousy and anger ran through my body while Florence seemed to be having a wonderful time dancing with Nicola Coughlan. Maybe it was the third glass of champagne that was making me jealous for nothing.

But still, she came to the event with me yet she's dancing with someone else and I'm here sitting alone in our table because Florence is the only person I know. Everyone else is extremely famous and I don't think I would ever round up the courage to talk to anyone.

"Oh my feet are killing me!" Florence said, sitting next to me as she caught her breathe.

"I'm sure they are." I replied dryly and sipped from the champagne. "You haven't sat down since we got here."

"Are you okay?" She asked, placing her hand on my thigh. "You seem upset."

"You think?" I scoffed and stood up, ignoring her calls as I made my way to the bathroom.

I made it to the bathroom and walked to the faucet to wash my hands as I scanned over my makeup in the mirror. The door opened, making me stand up straight while pretending I was about to leave but Florence stood in front of me, blocking my way out.

I couldn't help but step back and stare at her up and down. The dress fit perfectly on her. I have been trying to contain myself the whole night considering how I could see her nipples through the dress.

"My eyes are up here, Y/n." Florence smirked, breaking me from my trance as I walked backwards until my back touched the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I muttered, staring at the ground.

"It's not nothing, love." She said, placing her hand on my waist while lifted my face with the other. "You've been upset, giving me the ugly stare."

"I'm sorry." I whispered before looking away. "I've just... felt a bit jealous tonight."

“Jealous? Of whom?” 

“Everyone.” I shrugged. “You were dancing with everyone while I was sitting alone at our table. It seemed like you were having the time of your life.” 

“Love, it wasn’t THAT fun.” Florence smiled, making you chuckle. “You know I would never choose them over you, like ever. You’re the one for me but you know I have to talk to people in these things.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’m sorry, darling.” She said, cupping my face before pulling me in for a kiss. It was probably the built up sexual frustration but I pulled her closer by her waist, making the kiss become more passionate. 

Florence pressed me closer to the wall while placing her hands against it as my hands moved to her cheeks. I moaned against her lips when I felt her tongue graze my lip. Her hands moved down to my lower back, causing our pelvises to flush together. The kiss was getting heated but was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. 

We parted from the kiss and Florence went to the door to unlock before quickly walking out as I pretended to wash my hands. I finished up quickly and grabbed a paper towel, quickly drying my hands before walking out to go back to the table. Florence was already sitting on her chair, using her phone while I got closer to seat next to her. 

“We should probably get going.” She said, grabbing her purse to put her phone away. 

“Why?” I asked with a smile. 

“I have to finish what I started in the bathroom, love.” Florence whispered with a wide smirk before winking at me. She stood up and held out her hand, which I took, before we both walked out of the party to finish our night back home. 

[sevenpersona]

Shy Admiration

Chapter 2

So…. I finished it faster than expected…

It’s a little dialogue heavy so I might edit it later on when my mind is more clear.

Also I kinda shot myself in the foot bc I am a horrible poet so thank you to google. The poem in this chapter is ‘summer breeze’ by Charlie Smith. I am in no way shape or form trying to claim it as my own work. It’s a really lovely poem and I thought it fit the narrative well.

Previous Chapter

Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you complete your morning routine. Opening the ensuite door you step into the bedroom, heading for the wardrobe. Looking at the outfits before you, you grab your usual pencil skirt and loose blouse before hesitating.

Should you dress up today? Yoongi saw you on Friday and your attire is vastly different from your usual style. You shake the thought away. He sees you in the same outfit every workday, he might think you’re trying to impress him if you suddenly change it up. The worry starts to seep in.

Would Yoongi act differently today? Should you treat him any different? He always seems to be in a focused head space at work. Maybe you should leave him alone. But Yoongi did say to let him know if you needed anything. No, you shouldn’t bother him it’s just work, act professional as always! Yeah, it would be best to just act like nothing happened right? Right??

Hammering it into your head that there isn’t anything to worry about, it’s just an average workday ahead of you! Everything will be just fine!

Everything in fact was not fine. On your way to get coffee someone spills their own down the front of your cream-coloured blouse. On the drive home to get changed you narrowly avoid a car accident because they clearly don’t understand how stop signs work!!! And to top it all off you were late for work!

Finally arriving at work, although you had called ahead, you could still see the disappointed stare of your boss through the glass walls of her office. Today was not going your way, and it was only 9:20. You just want to sit down at your little desk and do your work in peace, hoping to block out this morning’s events.

You space out on the short walk to your desk, missing the worried look Yoongi sends your way as you settle down.

“Morning.”

“Hey.”

“Are you ok?” Yoongi enquires as you log into your computer. “You look stressed.” Your eyes water a little at his concern.

“I’ll be ok.”

He seems to want to say more but you turn your attention to answering emails. He hesitates before focusing back on his own work. Your earlier worries had been forgotten with the chaos of the day.

You had been working for a little while before moving from your desk to fill your water bottle. When you came back, a slip of paper tucked neatly behind your keyboard catching your eye.

‘The concert of summer called gently your name

Softly, by this music into my life you came

Hearts searching, ever searching for love’s sweet caress

Wishing, ever hoping, to so tenderly possess.’

Breathe catching as you read it through. The poem brightening your day as you tuck the sweet gesture away, destined to join the collection you had unwittingly amassed. You noticed the writing was still fresh. Did that mean your admirer was close by? They had to be, you were gone for all of a minute, and it definitely was not there when you left.

In any case, they had left you in a good mood giving you the strength to work uninterrupted for a few hours, before a shrill grating noise burst that bubble.

“Oh, Yoongi!” The voice calls out, making you stiffen in recognition.

This woman had been working here as long as you had but she was unrelenting in her pursuit of Min Yoongi. Sometimes you think you pity her getting harshly rejected so often but then she speaks, and you change your mind.

“You’re coming to lunch with me.”

“Are you delusional?”

“No but I am pretty.”

“In who’s opinion would that be?”

“Everyone’s.” She rolls her eyes.

“Ah so you are delusional.”

The conversation unfolding beside you was incredibly entertaining. A stifled giggle escaped you before you could contain it.

“How hilarious that you of all people would find that funny. Looking like you do.” She smirks looking down her nose at you.

You stare at the floor willing yourself to become one with it. All amusement that lingered was gone, with shame and insecurity taking its place.

“What a shame you have to resort to bringing a beautiful person down to deal with the fact you are sorely lacking.” A sharp retort bursts out of Yoongi, and your head snaps up to stare at him instead.

Had he just called you beautiful?

That insufferable woman huffs, cheeks burning as she storms off. The stomping of heels against tiles becomes faint as you take a moment to digest what exactly just happened.

“Y/N. Don’t listen to a word she says.” Yoongi had somehow gotten closer, his lips moving but the words getting lost on me. You think you hear “Don’t worry” and “You’re beautiful” but its kinda hard to focus with his proximity.

His lips look pretty. Very plush and you wonder what they would feel like…Would they be as soft as they look? His hands are soft too. Wait what? You look down to your own hands to see his encased over yours. You have never thought hands could be pretty but his definitely are. It’s unfair.

He squeezes your hands tenderly to get your attention. Realising you had been staring at Yoongi’s various body parts for a few minutes are panic inducing. Your eyes snap away from his hands to his eyes but all you see is compassion.

He slowly pulls you out of your chair. “C’mon, let’s go have some lunch and you can tell me why you looked so bothered this morning.” Hands still clasped together you are guided gently from the room.

Whispers and gossip are soon to run rampant in the space you recently vacated.

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You hum feeling a bit dazed.

“Y-yeah sure.” You stammer.

“Lamb skewers?” He raises his eyebrows as he asks you again.

Leading you down several streets, we seemingly reach our destination. The restaurant while small looks cosy and inviting but worryingly busy to be stopping at for an hour lunch break.

Hand still in tow, Yoongi says something to the host, and we get seated almost immediately. Confusion must be evident on your face because Yoongi begins explaining.

“Remember how I told you about how my friend Seokjin likes to cook?” at your confirmation he continues with a sheepish grin, “Well, he owns this restaurant.”

You blink in surprise. But are interrupted before you can say anything.

“Yoongi, my bro!” You assume this is the famous Seokjin, Yoongi told you about.

“Hi, Hyung.” Yoongi greets him as he walks up to the table. “Can we get some…”

Yoongi is cut off as unconfirmed Seokjin gasps. “Yah! Can’t even make small talk with me before ordering!” he pauses, eyes widening as he spots you sitting beside Yoongi. “Hello, I’m Kim Seokjin, Worldwide Handsome, but you can call me Jin. Who might you be?”

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” you smile a bit stunned at his unique introduction. “It’s nice to meet you, Yoongi has told me you are an amazing cook.” His ears go red at the compliment.

You see Jin give Yoongi a look as he mouths my name, it’s as if he’s heard of me before. Jin goes to speak again but Yoongi quickly cuts him off.

“Sorry, Hyung we are on our lunch break so if we could get a plate of lamb skewers?”

Jin grumbles a bit, nodding. “It was good meeting you Y/N.” He moves back towards the kitchen where you assume he first came from.

We sit in silence for a moment before I realise our hands are still interlaced. Yoongi feels the pull on our linked hands and quickly releases mine flushing a cute pink.

He coughs, trying to distract from himself. “So, are you going to tell me what was wrong this morning?”

You look down, gathering your thoughts. “Today just hasn’t gone to plan, is all.”

He doesn’t look satisfied with that answer, so you spill everything that happened today from the coffee accident to being late. “My mood has gotten a little brighter though!” you assure him.

“How so?” he hums.

“Well, someone has been leaving me notes with lovely poems written on them.” Pink floods your cheeks at the thought of them. “And, well you have too!”

His eyebrow raises as you bring up the poems, judging his reaction you can’t tell if he knows anything about it. But Yoongi smiles at the comment of him helping to brighten your day.

“I wanted to thank you for standing up for me today!” You shyly declare. “You didn’t have to, but it meant a lot that you still did.”

Taking my hand in his own yet again. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.” He firmly states. “I meant every word I said you know?”

it’s reassuring to you that he meant what he said. Not that Yoongi had ever embellished his words.

When he goes to pull his hand back, you hold on. “So, you think I’m beautiful?” you ask teasingly.

“I know you are.”

You release your hold on him to cover your burning cheeks, not knowing what you expected him to say.

Your little moment of weakness is disrupted by the waiter setting down the skewers. You and Yoongi are silent while you eat, communicating with sly glances at each other. You soon finish your lunch and Jin comes back out to get a verdict on his cooking.

“So, does my cooking live up to the expectation of Yoongi’s word of mouth review?”

“No.” Jin’s face drops. “It was even better!” He beams at you.

“Yah Yoongi-ah, I like this one! Bring them around when you aren’t on your lunch break!” He talks in a no-nonsense sort of way, before turning to you. “I hope to see you back here, yeah?” You nod in affirmation as he takes his leave getting back to work again.

Yoongi groans in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about him”

“Why? I actually thought he was pretty cool, if a little blunt. A unique character.” It was honestly refreshing, meeting someone not afraid to be themselves 100%.

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As we walk back to the office, you question Yoongi. “So how much do I owe you?” He looks as though you’ve offended him. He doesn’t respond. “Yoongi, how much?” you pout, not liking being ignored.

“You aren’t paying me back.”

“Why not?”

“I asked you to lunch, that insinuates I would pay for it.” He argued.

I argued back. “I’m an independent person who can pay for their own lunch!”

“Fine! You want to pay me back so badly?” He smirks. “One kiss.”

“You heard me.” This infuriating man.

“Sorry?” You’re in disbelief.

Your eyes narrow before realisation hits. Oh, he thinks I won’t do it huh. Well, he has another thing coming. You pull him towards you by the tie until you’re face to face. He has a stupid grin on but you don’t worry about it, you’re about to wipe it off his face anyway.

Swooping in you press your lips against his, kissing him ardently. You brush your tongue against his lip briefly, before pulling back altogether. Acting unfazed you start your walk to the office back up, turning when you notice Yoongi isn’t following.

“We have work to do Min! Catch up.”

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Cackling, blushing and sighing were my reactions writing this heheh

Also this was supposed to be a slow burn what am I doing 😤

Thanks again for making it to the end!

I hope you enjoy it!

[noro-noro-noro]

I've genuinely been too lazy to write my dreams down in as much detail as I usually do & it's becoming annoying for me. it's bc I sleep too much when I don't have work on days I don't go in. hey on the bright side my dad said he was leaving on vacation "at the end of the week" so I assumed he meant today Friday but he actually meant Saturday!

anyway\

I was in my 2nd grade classroom but at college age. there was some kind of project where we had to pick a Minecraft seed & go through, but going through the world was actually more like subnautica. the water was clear. there were other divers & less sealife, but there were some. I remembered the cuddle fish & also something similar to the Mesmer but it just looked like floating anime eyes instead, but the lashes were teeth.. anyway once we came back up our seed spawned us the middle of the ocean, but there was a village nearby! I suggested we relocate to the village (we came back into the classroom) but my group members didn't understand they didn't have to build a house at spawn. it would be difficult to do an underwater house anyway... I said I'd go in & show them what I meant, but then the neighboring teacher came over & it was my 7th grade math teacher & he was apparently teaching something about modules and tesselations by using some dark blue origami thing I'd left in his classroom 10+ years ago, but it was fallint apart so he needed me to fix it & I was like yeah sure okay & tried fixing it, but I had no idea what it was that I'd made. the pieces kept slippinf out after I'd slot them together. it was getting annoying.

2. I just finished up at some kind of event with people from high school. I remember a dude named Alton, but he was walking around like color inverted in ms paint. the area was the shopping center with the Arby's that's about 10 min away from home, but the parking lots and in fact the entire layput had changed. it was around evening. I got to my car (it was parked bext.to some lime green jeep & the dude was like wow love the color of your car) (but my car is like plain silver) & started to drive away but he wasn't paying attention & almost walked in front like a moron!

anyway the parking lot was different. I couldn't figure out how to leave. there was some gas station place that also served bbq meat at one exit, which was blocked off & there was a tunnel with stairs heading down where I assumed I wasn't supposed to drive into so I turned around and parked somehwerr else. I was like dang I ca t figure out how to leave so I might as well buy dinner here & went to look for a restaurant I was interested in. there was a man with a quest marker at this one place that had no walls but it did have fluouescence & I was trying to ask about rgeir menu, butbhe was complaining about his fiance or maybe wife. she didn't care for him bc he was too gloomy, but he was gloomy bc she was mean to him & seemed very flighty. I saw there was a locked option under the dialogue tree for "how do I get out of here" called "after the divorce" that was in green, which meant it was positive & would give me an item or advance things somehow like unlocking the door. I remembered in one of the girls speech bubble at the gas station diner, she was complaining about her husband, so I went back down there. it smelled good so I tried to order something while chatting with her, & she was like "you're chill & easy to talk to." but she wasn't getting on the topic of her husband & instead asking what I was ginna order, but the menu she handed me was a scrap of lined paper that just had random stuff written on It & I was like where's the food ....

[softxsuki]

Announcement: Hiatus :(

I hate to do this. I really really hate to do this especially since I received a new urgent requests today and I’m also in the middle of a match up event. But I’ve tried to hold on this past week and I feel like I’m just getting worse every day.

Here’s what’s going on: My mother is mentally abusing me. She has been since I was a child. I’ve gotten used to it as I’ve grown, but the more independent I become, the more she disrespects me and tries to walk all over me. Today was my breaking point… i worked on Friday and Saturday, had a good time at six flags (an amusement park) with my friends on Sunday. On Saturday my mom complained to me in the morning about me not doing my part around the house and just throwing me down with her words. I was so upset that morning that I almost hit another car while backing out of my driveway. It was scary. I cried the whole way to work.

Now come today (I worked today and I’ll be working everyday till Friday with only one day off on Saturday and then I’m back to work for another 2 days) and I got home around 7pm. I ate, rested for a bit bc my feet hurtttttt from being on them all day and also from all the walking I did yesterday. Anyway since I’ve been so busy at work I’ve haven’t had a chance to wash my clothes so my laundry basket is completely full. Around 8pm I put in my first load of clothes. It washes, then I put it to dry. I throw my second load in and get back to trying to write.

My mom comes home and already she’s in a bad mood. She wants to wash her work clothes so she stops the washing machine (my clothes still have 30 min left) and starts taking my dripping wet clothes out of the washing machine. I start getting upset bc ???? Hello??? What are you doing??? And I tell her to stop and that I’ll put her clothes to wash and to dry once mine finish. But she WONT have that. She starts throwing my clothes on the floor so I try and push her away to get her to stop, but she’s being persistent. I was fuming at this point and so I just walked away bc I didn’t want to do something I’d regret. I start screaming at her and run up to my room. My dad comes to comfort me bc I’m just feeling horrible.

I’m religious y’know so my mom sends me a text later saying this. “The Bible says to honor your mother and father so that your days will be long. Ask God for forgiveness”… like girl the Bible also says to not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Trying to make herself a victim and trying to make me feel bad. She always does this and I hate it. I am a respectful person and would never disrespect my parents. But after years of mental abuse from my mother I don’t allow her to treat me like that anymore so I stood up for myself. But I felt so worthless having her throw my clothes on the floor like that and only thinking of herself and her own clothes that needed to be washed when I already offered to put them to wash for her later so they’d be clean in the morning.

This is just one incident of many. She even threatened to call the police on me tonight after I told her that I’d do the same to her clothes…she’s threatened to leave and never come back home before. She’s called me horrible names in the past. Anyway as of now I’ve blocked her number and I’m not speaking to her because I don’t want to see her provoking texts or argue with her anymore.

She expects so much from me when I work 4-5 days a week and only get one day off in between. Most of the time I’m getting home at 10pm and I have no time for myself. I’m feeling lost and extremely overwhelmed and I feel like I just need time to heal and focus 100% on me for a change.

So with all that being said (sorry for ranting) I’ll be taking a hiatus for a while. Maybe in a week or two I’ll reassess how I’m feeling and go from there bc I have no energy to write rn. I don’t want to write bad content or forced content for you guys when my whole heart isn’t in it. I love to write and I love writing for YOU, but I can’t right how. This isn’t goodbye, just a temporary break so I can recollect myself. I’ll still be around to chat if any of you send any asks or dms. Those make me really happy. I love you guys so much, you have no idea how much you’ve helped me. I feel super guilty for doing this, but I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay anymore. I hope you guys understand.

Also my the anon who sent me an urgent request today: I won’t be able to write that for you for a while, but if you don’t mind waiting, then I can definitely write that for you when I’m back from my hiatus!

Again, I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone.

I love you,

Han.x 💗

[s0m3b4rryth1ccfics]

💥Trouble Makers💥

Fluff only

Sorry for my poor English

Drabble bc that what I'm good at

Don't like my post simply block me

Just gn reader being the older siblings of klee

Sorry if it is not good enough bc I pour my heart into it

Empty boi's blogs will be blocked bc you'll get suspected for looking like a bot

You are either from the Knights of Favonius or from the adventure guild.

Like Klee's mother 'Alice' you aren't pretty much around because you are always busy with work.

Your love for your sweet puddle of sunshine couldn't be compared to anything, whenever you travel away to another region Klee always sends you a letter telling you about her day ofc with the most wholesome drawing of hers

When you arrive at mondstadt be prepared to jump towards you for a big warm hug

Jean knows that you arrive bc the headquarter seems to be peaceful... tooo peaceful... 3... 2... 1... 💥BOOM💥

An explosion happened in the forest and guess who did it?... Ofc it is non-other than Klee's booms and it even bigger and louder with your help

Whenever you too together every slime, hilarious, abyss mages even ruin guards run for their lives, Oh dear archons you two are truly not to mess with

Telling her stories before bedtime about your adventures and all the things you see in the other regions, giving her some gifts you got from your journeys or how in the morning if by miracle you two aren't somewhere planning to commit villainy then you are somewhere walking together holding hands and telling you everything she did when you weren't around

You are truly proud of dis cute child

Sorry but that is all that what I have to say 😅

[bibbykins]

Yo, I hope you're good and feel free to answer this whenever coz I feel like world's working against us and just dumping anything to not let us rest (with that said, my university is currently speed running it's way to finals, bro we only had like 2 fucking weeks after our prelims and then bam. 3 am here and at 11, my first exam starts :)

With that said, I'm thirsty for some toxic fiction. In silhouetted bonds, if things didn't work the way Namjoon wanted it to be, what would change? What would happen? Like I'm imagining the mc still agreeing to the plea and going back to that place but I'm imagining her that within two months, she'll suddenly ask to visit him and say that he can do whatever he wants, he can get his pricey attorney whatever, but she's done and that she wish that he'd live a happy life away from her then walk out.

Thanks for indulging me miss ma'am. 🥴😘

Ugh literally you're so right😩 im slowly finishing the other stuff I need to finish to free up some writing time and I'm like vibrating with excitement lmao! I hope things slow down for you too!! And good luck on your exams pls get some rest or promise yourself an immaculate nap after!!!

Also LMAO toxic fiction is just fun to read so I get it! First off, very bold to assume SB!MC would wish him a good life, she is violently vengeful on a good day, buuut her not falling in love with him was a very real possibility for them. If Namjoon hadn't thought of every possible word to say and every possible way she'd react and absolutely fumbled, here's how it would go down:

-He'd take a deep breathe, silence would fill the air until he speaks, "Fine. I'll never force you into anything. I'll leave you alone." They bargain back and forth until he's promised to not meddle in her life more than once. He gets one chance to make an impact on her and that's it. It all ends with him saying a simple, "You know I'll always love you, right?"

-Namjoon would, as a result of the plea bargain not being held up, get out of prison almost immediately

-And then.... nothing.

-A year, maybe two, would go by. Enough time for MC to start to feel comfortable in living life again. She might even make some friends from work, maybe even go on a date here and there because it's been nothing but crickets from Namjoon.

-She would be partially disappointed (bc she's also p unhinged) that he didn't love her as much as she said, but either way, she would move on and get a really great job as an editor for a popular newsite

-Then, only when the time is right, only when she's really found a friend that she loves, only when she's found a friend group both in and out of work that bring her joy, only when she feels like she's found a real life of her own to lead, all hell breaks loose.

-She wakes up on a Monday way earlier than usual because her phone is buzzing like crazy. Something's... wrong.

-That friend she loves so dearly? Hates her now. Their partner is lying and saying MC came onto them, and her friend believes them.

-There's nothing else MC can say, she's blocked before she can get a word in, and everyone else in the friend group feel the same. After all, she never talks about her past, how do they know anything she's said is the truth?

-She had no choice but to face them at work- well, what was her work afterall.

-Turns out, the other slew of texts were that her huge newsite company is filled to the brim with corruption. All around MC she's seen CEOs and politicians drop like flies, she knew something was going on but didn't know what, and she had hoped her workplace reporting on all these scandals just might be safe.

-Protestors scream at her and employees trailing behind her as they walk in to work. Not that she's met with anymore warmth inside with her fellow coworker friends turning their back to her.

-Her whole life in one morning and one haphazard meeting, has fallen apart. The higher-ups want her to lie, to sign off on blatant lies, to pretend nothing is wrong, but she can't. Of course, her coworkers have no problem with it. She's the only fool who walks out of the building.

-She's alone, jobless, and lost in a city that knows her better than she knows it. Once again. All of a sudden, she's 18 again. All by herself, betrayed by the people she cherished.

-A couple months go by and she can't find a job in her industry. She's been predictably black listed after writing an op-ed for a rival paper about the corruption at her old newsite. The hype for that story came abd went and now she's on her way to look at a new, cheaper, apartment to live in when she bumps into... him

-Namjoon looks her up and down, genuine surprise on his face as he greets her with a shy smile on his face.

-He insists on walking her to wherever she's going and well, in her fragile state of solitude, it's like no time has passed at all.

-The pieces fall into place pretty quickly and in no time, she's right where she should've always been. Right by his side, as his Queen.

-He doesn't lie to her when he says the only thing he did in their time apart was ensure she got an interview the first job she applied for... He decides to omit the fact that he knew it was only a matter of time before that corrupt newsite was going to suffer from the change to his leadership. He decides to omit the fact that he knew you were going to be placed on a team with a ton of liars with their own baggage. He decides to onit that fact that he was only genuinely surprised when he saw you again because he didn't expect everything to fall into place so soon 💖

The end lmao I hope this made sense???? Idk im a mess and all the couples I write are too 🤪 Thank you for the ask and good luck again!!!!!

[vonkarma2]

4 6 & 10 for rocio?

Thanks for sending these :) it took a while bc I felt like I didn’t have anything that interesting to say but I tried and I did come up with some things so it worked out

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos?

Tattoos no unfortunately that would be cool. But she definitely does have some scars from various sources

right away the obvious source she probably has a couple of magic related ones. in order to acquire most spells, you have to do like an elaborate ritual in order to kind of access the latent energy inside of whatever magic objects you’re sacrificing (after you do this, casting spells is still difficult but it’s much much easier comparatively). It’s not uncommon for these to involve drawing some of your blood, esp if it’s a spell you’re casting on yourself, so I think Rocio probably would have like a couple from this (from failed repeated attempts at the same ritual most likely, cause she hasn’t done that many different ones so probably only one would have involved this)

When she was younger she’d have to spend a lot of time outside because 1) although she always liked like staying inside and reading and etc she’s not going to be able to do that all day the internet hasn’t been invented yet so if you’re bored you have to go outside and experience the world 2) she’d like help out with chores and such especially if her mom was sick so she’d probably like accidentally cut herself with a kitchen knife, get stabbed by sticks or thorns or whatever, minor childhood injuries like that. She lived in a very rural area at the time so she spent a lot of time in nature fucking around lol. In like an emo way not an energetic kid way usually. Emo 8 year old. Not actually emo but like she’d be more inclined to just walk around and like stare at bugs or whatever rather than try to climb trees or catch fish or something like that

As a teenager she was pretty nervous/frequently on edge so she might have some scars from acne/skin picking and things like that

During the story at one point she has to fight a shit ton of demons at once, she is wildly overpowered so it works out like she lives but I feel like they’re going to get at least a few scratches in just through sheer numbers

6. Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? 

They are an only child 😔 

I talked about their family in the most recent ask game I did with them so unfortunately I don’t really have anything else to say that I didn’t already cover there. But at one point in development they had a younger brother so in the interest of talking about something I’m going to say what it would have been like if that was still true

Originally I had it so they left home when he was a baby like 0-1 years old and then came back like 5-6 years later (this would be after the plot took place in like an epilogue thing) so he’d be like a little kid and not know them at all. This is in the universe where Rocio has bad parents now she has parents who are like pretty good but sadly died and were possessed by evil immortal wizards. But yeah in this timeline I think they’d feel bad abt having left him, they would have done so in pursuit of their goal of like transcendence or becoming a god or whatever which is like their #1 motivation yk like no matter how bad they feel abt it they have to do what they have to do. I think they would have tried to block out their memories of their family as much as possible, like they wouldn’t have forgotten about them or anything but they would have been ignoring any feelings towards them, so I feel like if they went back and saw him they’d immediately be hit by a tidal wave of guilt like ohhh shit I actually did that

Both in this and in the actual storyline they try to imagine like their entire childhood didn’t actually happen yk like they want to be as removed from it as possible. Especially because she absolutely could have done something like kidnapped him and gotten away with it a lot of the wizards have done terrible shit either purposefully or accidentally and completely gotten away with it bc the government covered it up. They like protect the wizards and their reputations a lot bc that’s what the country is most known for and they are like their #1 source of national defense + power, like their military is pitiful if the wizards turn on them they are fucked. Esp one of the older and more powerful ones could do a lot of damage. 

I got so off topic. Anyway this is post character development idk what they’d do they definitely wouldn’t want to like leave him alone with shitty parents but at the same time they don’t really know how bad their parents are because they don’t remember very well it’s all like hazy to them they just remember like a vague bad feeling. So they’d probably talk to the kid and ask him what he wants and how he’s doing. Depending on his answer they might like try to see if some of their extended family could take care of him instead 

I think regardless of what happened they’d want to get to know him because of how they feel guilty for leaving him in the first place. Rocio is not the type to play with little kids at all they’d feel incredibly awkward but they would like take them to get ice cream or whatever like they’d try to be nice. 

I don’t want to character build this kid who doesn’t really exist but I do think he’d be like unimpressed by Rocio being a wizard like he’d think it was cool at first as like a party trick but eventually get bored bc he doesn’t really care about status or anything. I don’t think he’d care abt her as family either like no more so than a distant cousin. But I think they could get closer over time. The first person ever that Rocio actually wants to like her lol

This is sad I feel bad this kid doesn’t exist now I want to re retcon him into existence. Maybe I will who knows 

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? 

good question I’ve actually never thought about this because I hate drawing bags but it doesn’t make sense for her to carry everything around in her pockets so I decided to hand wave that completely and never think about it at all. But it is good for character building so I’ll try

Probably money I suppose. She travels a lot so she’d need to pay for like transportation esp in unfamiliar places. I think they’d carry more than they need for like bribery and tipping people. Essentially they have access to as much money as they need to effectively do their job (although they are on kinda thin ice and might get their funds cut off for not being productive for the past 6 months. Their job is like the help the country and/or help with research, they’re allowed to work on their own projects but they have to write detailed reports on things they’re doing and make sure to keep in contact if they’re out of the country or just nowhere to be seen and Rocio hasn’t done either of those things so far. If the events of the story hadn’t happened they’d probably have sent someone to be like hey what’s going on 😐. I want to say it would have been Yiming because I like him and I think he would agree to do this because he personally knows Rocio + people using their magic for the right things is very important to him, but like he’s busy so they probably would send someone else 😔) . So they like tip people exorbitant amounts of money, like if they need them to keep something a secret. Or if they feel bad for not making small talk 

They have a really good memory, so I don’t think they’d usually need to write things down, but they do probably have like a notebook or something for like magic related things. Like ideas for spells theyre working on or like some facts noted down for reference. They also have a better memory for studying than they do for like their schedule and things they have to do so I think they’d have like a planner or something like that to make sure they don’t forget to show up to things. The most difficult part of becoming a wizard wasn’t the studying or the meditation (everything else was psychological torture for the most part) or the competition or the money (they had nepotism on their side) it was doing press and attending 800 bureaucratic meetings 

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, very very slight mentions of a panic attack, mentions of kissing, mentions of drinking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.2k

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addilyn richardson,

had been absolutely grinding out this science project. she and matt had been working together a little more than a week, and were currently five days away from its due date. not only did they have to create the marble run, but they had to also complete a five page packet along with it, and present their project together in front of the class. addilyn was sitting across from matt, hunched over her worksheet as matt glued pieces of the project together.

“it’s getting kind of late, addy, why don’t we pick up tomorrow?” matt suggested to her. she looked up at him with tired eyes. since that one weird night the previous week, matt had starting acting nicer. at first it started with matt inviting addilyn out to lunch after the hockey game. then he started saying hi to her in science. the absolute cherry on top was when he offered her a ride yesterday morning.

addilyn walked outside, instantly being met with the brisk morning air. boston winters were hardcore, and the heavy wind was only making it worse. wrapping her coat around her frame tighter, addilyn braced herself for the walk up the block to wait for the bus. she walked down the driveway, stopping when she heard her name being called. she looked up as matt walked over to her. he was bundled up in a north face jacket, a pink tint across his cheeks and nose as he shivered.

“it’s too cold for you to walk addy, let me give you a ride.” that was the first time he called her addy. at first, he wouldn’t even call her by her name, only saying things like “tell her to do this” to his brothers if they were around. if they weren’t, then he’d call her addilyn, saying it always with an annoyed tone. but today he called her by her nickname, and it made her heart skip a beat. he offered her a soft smile and she returned it, nodding quickly. she climbed into the back seat next to nick, chatting with him the whole way to school.

she looked over at the clock the sat above the stove. it was 9:45, but she was determined to get more of this assignment done. she only lived next door, after all, and she needed to make sure they got a perfect score on their project. “i’m okay matt, i think i just need a quick break.”

he nodded, offering her a water, and let her excuse herself to go into nick’s room. nick was sat atop his bed, scrolling on his phone when she walked in.

“hey girl,” he smiled at her, “how’s it going out there?”

“okay, i think.” she yawned, stretching her arms and legs out. they’d been working since they got home from school, only taking a short break a few hours ago when chris came barging into the kitchen, asking matt to drive him to get food. “i’m a little tired, though.”

“yeah it’s late, you leaving soon?” nick asked.

addilyn shrugged. “we still have more we need to do. i’m okay going home a little late. the walk isn’t far.”

nick laughed. “why don’t you come sit? we can take a break and watch a quick episode of rupaul or something.”

the tired girl nodded, sitting down next to nick. he got up momentarily to switch off his overhead lights, turning on the soft fairy lights above his bed instead. he climbed back into his bed next to addilyn, turning on the t.v. at a low volume. the change in ambiance of nick’s bedroom made addilyn all-the-more tired, and she rested his head onto his shoulder.

resting my eyes for five minutes won’t hurt, right? she thought as she closed her eyes.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

both addilyn and nick jolted awake about an hour later to the sound of matt pounding on the door. he’d gone on his phone when addilyn was in nick’s room, not noticing how much time had gone by until chris came down to say goodnight.

addilyn sat up, shaking nick to also get up, and walked over to the door to let matt in. she took in the sight in front of her. his hair was messy, as per usual, and he’d switched out his pair of blue jeans from earlier to a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants. he wore a grey hoodie with his school’s logo on the front, a number 4 on the side of his sleeve underneath his last name. he looked good. “sorry,” he apologized quickly, realizing how loud his knocking was.

“what time is it?” they both heard nick call out from the bed, sitting up to turn off the show they fell asleep watching.

“almost 11:30,” matt replied, looking at nick. he turned back to addilyn “i packed all your stuff up, i didn’t think you’d wanna get back to work.”

she smiled, thanking him for the gesture, as she felt a knot in her stomach. she’d been feeling that a lot around matt lately and she didn’t know why. maybe it was because he was acting nice. or maybe it’s because in the week she’s spent with him, she’d realized she was maybe starting to catch feelings.

it was a monday night, and addilyn was over at matt’s to work on the project. he was wearing a navy blue hoodie that made his eyes look even more blue, and he was currently laughing at an anecdote addilyn was telling him. she smiled brightly at him, laughing along with the boy.

he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, immediately breaking out into laughter again as he looked up and met her eyes.

his laugh is so cute, she thought. she looked down at her lap away from matt, trying to push her thoughts into the back of her head.

“you’re really funny, addilyn,” matt told her softly, wiping tears from his eyes. she looked over to him to find him already staring at her.

she looked at his face, trying to read it. she wasn’t the type to normally confuse niceness with having a crush on someone, but something with matt felt different. when nick or chris talked to her, she didn’t get dizzy when they would smile at her, or accidentally brush hands. but she felt it all with matt.

“what are you looking at?” he smiled, leaning forward across the table slightly as his eyes flicked between both of hers. she could’ve sworn he glanced at her lips.

addilyn was feeling bold. “you.” she replied.

he shook his head, smiling softly, and then leaning back against his chair. “we should get back to work.”

“addy,” nick said from his bed, breaking addilyn away from her thoughts. she blinked up at matt as he smiled down at her.

there’s that feeling again.

“do you wanna spend the night? i know you only live next door but i feel bad making you walk back over so late.” nick asked her, walking over to where she was.

“are you sure?” she breathed, “i feel bad.”

“don’t,” nick replied, “i have pajama bottoms and a hoodie you can wear. it’s no problem really.” he smiled kindly at her. she broke her gaze away from matt, looking to nick.

“okay,” she nodded, “i’ll let my mom know.”

addilyn turned back to look at matt. “i’ll go get you your backpack and stuff,” he told her softly, “wait here.”

“i got it, don’t worry.” she told him, brushing past him in the door way as he looked at her go. she heard footsteps trailing behind her. she turned around to find matt following her into the kitchen.

“i need to get my stuff too.” he told her. she nodded softly, trying to keep her cool and act normal.

they made their way to the table, matt collecting all of his belonging he left out on the table. addilyn’s notes and books were all packed away neatly in her bag, which matt had left on the chair for her. she offered to help matt clean, but he just smiled at her.

“i can do it, you go to bed, you worked too hard today.” he laughed, handing her bag to her. his fingers brushed against hers, lingering there for just a second. she felt her cheeks heat up as she took the bag. she looked down at her feet, knowing for sure her face was a bright crimson color. suddenly the room in the air felt thick, and she became hyper aware of matt’s presence in front of her. was he standing this close the entire time? she looked up at him, to find him already looking at her.

“goodnight matt.” she whispered, afraid if she spoke any louder it would break the atmosphere around them. he was standing so close to her, she wondered if he was able to hear her heart beating out of her chest. a smile ghosted across his face, and for half of a second addilyn thought he would lean down and kiss her.

he didn’t, though, only softly replying “goodnight addy.”

she turned on her heel, making her way back into nicks room quickly. she found a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms and a large hoodie folded neatly on nick’s bed, where he was sat. “you can go change in the bathroom, i left a spare toothbrush in there for you too.”

she thanked him, collecting the clothes and walking into the bathroom. she changed quickly, then paused to look at herself in the mirror as she began brushing her teeth. did matt even like her, or was he only acting this way because she was friends with his brothers? that had to have been the reason. there was no way he felt the same about her. but she couldn't help but think about the way he was looking at her in the kitchen, and how his hand lingered over hers. she sighed, turning off the water and going back into nick’s room. he was already under the blankets, lights off, and scrolling on his phone. he turned it off, turning to face her as addilyn got into the bed.

“our first sleepover,” nick sang, “this is so fun!”

addilyn laughed, making herself comfortable. she loved being friends with nick. they’d only been hanging out for less than two weeks, but they both connected so easily with one another. they both understood one another, and enjoyed the company of each other. nick loved having someone other than his brothers or his teammates to talk to, and addilyn just loved having someone to talk to. “i know.”

despite how tired the girl was when she entered the room, the two teenagers were suddenly wide awake, talking about anything and everything with one another.

“if you had to fight any animal with your bare hands, what would you fight?” nick asked, staring at the ceiling.

“what?” addilyn laughed, looking over at him.

the later and later it got, the more and more they opened up. it was currently 1:30 in the morning, and they were both deep in conversation about nick’s coming out.

“i can’t believe i thought i liked my friend when it was really her boyfriend i liked.” nick told her.

addilyn shook her head. “yeah, that’s kinda crazy.”

“have you ever liked one of your friends?” nick asked, sitting up slightly. she looked up at him, thinking.

she hadn’t had many friends her whole life. she had a couple close people that she’d talk to in class, but never close enough to ever hang out with or talk to outside of school. the only people she talked to outside of school were nick and chris. her mind suddenly went to matt. “i don’t think i have.”

“really?” nick asked her in disbelief. “you’ve never thought someone you hung out with was cute or anything?”

matt.

“no.”

“addy, come on, there’s no way.” nick sighed, laying back down.

“well, maybe.” she felt her voice trail off. she couldn’t tell nick. she wasn’t even sure for herself if she liked matt or if she was just confused. he and chris were the closest thing addilyn had to real friends, and she didn’t want to throw it all away by telling nick she caught feelings for his brother.

“oh my god, tell me!” nick whisper-shouted in excitement, sitting back up again. addilyn laughed and shook her head.

“okay, okay, let me guess.” nick offered, thinking about the boys in the classes they shared together. “david, from art?” addilyn shook her had no.

“liam?” he tried again. she shook her head once more. nick named just about every boy in their class, even began to name random people addilyn didn’t even know that well.

“do i know him?” nick asked.

“yeah,” she breathed quietly.

nick looked at her inquisitively. “it’s not chris, is it?”

“no, no way.” addilyn shook her head. “he’s just my friend, i promise.”

nick looked at her once more, as if he looked hard enough he'd be able to read her mind. he paused, silence falling over the both of them.

his eyes went wide. “matt?”

addilyn stayed quiet. she opened her mouth, then closed it. she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

“addy,” nick said, “do you like matt?”

“i don’t know.” she whispered, turning away from him. he sat up to meet her eyes. “maybe.” he gave her a look once more. “yes.”

she braced herself for the anger. the disappointment. something. but nick just smiled at her. “that’s so exciting!”

she looked at him dumbfounded. “what?”

“i’m serious,” nick started, “you’re so fun to be around, there’s no way he doesn’t like you back. i’ve noticed he’s been acting nicer to you.”

addilyn continued looking at nick like he was crazy. “there’s no way.” she laughed, pulling the covers over herself. “i’m tired, nick, i’m going to bed.”

he laughed, wishing her a goodnight, assuring her once again he didn’t care if she liked his brother, and that he was happy for her. soon after, she heard his soft snores, singling he was asleep. addilyn, however, continued to lay awake, thinking about what she told nick. she couldn’t believe herself, normally she would keep her feelings in, but something in her was off. she wasn’t even sure why she liked matt so much. she barely even knew him, and he didn’t start acting nice to her until a week into their project. it was a small crush, it meant nothing. it wasn’t worth risking her friendship for. she suddenly felt her chest tighten and the instant feeling like she couldn’t breathe. she closed her eyes as the air around her grew thick.

you’re fine. she told herself. nick isn’t mad. you can tell him tomorrow you were kidding. everything will be normal again after the project is done.

she glanced over at nick, making sure he was asleep before she slipped out of bed. she couldn’t lay in her friend's room any longer knowing matt was only down the hall. she softly tore a piece of paper, writing nick a quick note, praying he wouldn’t wake in the middle of the night, and would only see it when he woke up in the morning.

went home to shower and change before school, see you in art!

<3 addy

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

matthew sturniolo,

slept for maybe three hours that night. he couldn’t sleep in his room knowing addilyn was only down the hall. he kept replaying the way their hands brushed as he gave her the backpack earlier.

he felt his fingers lightly graze hers as he passed her the bag. he let them linger for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t notice. she looked down at her feet quickly, taking the bag from matt. their bodies were nearly pressed up against one another. all he wanted was for her to look at him. as if she read his mind, she looked up with a shy smile across her crimson red face. he so badly wanted to close the small gap between them and smash his lips against hers. he didn’t though, only whispering a soft goodnight as he watch her go into nicks room.

he hadn’t stopped thinking of her since his dream. he was obsessed with everything she did. the way she’d twirl her pencil between her pointer and thumb, or the way her brows furrowed as she read. he kept trying to distract himself as he thought about her.

matt had known who she was for a long time, despite addilyn being an “always in the background” kind of person. but the second she stepped foot in his kitchen that day she came over for dinner with her family, he knew it was over.

matt was in the kitchen with chris and nick, arguing about something dumb when she got there. he opened his mouth to say something back to chris, when nick nudged him altering him they had company. matt looked up at addilyn as she stood shyly in the kitchen. chris walked over to introduce himself as matt just started at her. she wore a white cotton dress that hugged her in all the right places, and beat up white chuck taylor’s. matt knew exactly who she was, but he didn’t remember her always looking this pretty.

“i’m chris,” his brother said, sticking out his hand.

she replied to him so softly matt barely heard her. “addilyn.” her voice sounded like honey. matt just looked at her again, before deciding to open his mouth and say “i can’t hear her.”

as matt laid in bed, he stared out his window into her empty bedroom thinking about why he was so mean to her. maybe it was because he liked her the whole time and didn’t want to admit it. sure, she was beautiful, but she wasn’t the kind of girl matt would typically go for. that’s why he was so attracted to her. she was so unlike anyone he’d been with. any girl he’s ever met at a party had been the same. they all seemed to have had the same lives, matt would listen to them talk, then he would tell about himself. that he’s a triplet and he plays hockey and lacrosse with his brothers. that he’s lived in boston his whole life and he loved the outdoors. and that’s how it went every time.

addilyn was different. she didn’t care he was popular, or that he played sports. she was just her normal, quiet, typical self. she wasn’t throwing herself at him, and matt saw her as somewhat unattainable. matt often mistook his attraction to her for a disliking. he felt so guilty about it, but he thought if he was mean, she’d leave him alone and wouldn’t try to get with him. he mentally cursed himself for acting the way he does. if she was already out of his reach, why would he try to drive her even further away?

but that dream he had fucked him up bad. every night since then, he’s thought about it. how soft her hands felt in his, how delicate her voice spoke. how good she kissed him. he wondered if she’d ever kissed a boy before. he secretly hoped she hadn’t, he wanted to be her first. he’d be gentle with her, not rushing her into anything. he’s kissed girls before, but it was always drunk at some party. he never actually liked the girls he kissed, he just wanted them in the moment. and when the moment was over, he went back to his friends and did whatever he was doing before. but addilyn was different, he wanted to kiss her anywhere he could, not just while he was drinking at some random's party.

the light in addilyn’s room turned on, snapping matt out of his daydream. he saw her walk into her room wearing nicks pajamas, walking over to her blinds to close them. he was confused why she walked home, but let it slip his mind. although he knew she couldn’t see him that well, he pretended to sleep anyway knowing she would look into his room. had he not closed his eyes, he would’ve seen the lingering look addilyn gave into his room before she closed her blinds.

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