#the tote okay I see u girl

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break up with your boyfriend, ellie williams

pairing: bestfriend!ellie x afab, curly haired,bi!reader (college au)

chapter: one shot (8k words whoops my finger slipped got my asd diagnosis today lol ig that explains that) proofread but if there's errors idk what to tell u

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ so minors dni, subish!ellie, loserlesbian ellie, poc friendly!! drug mentions, marijuana usage, friends to lovers, angst?? ellie gets her coochie ate, so does reader, fingering, ✂️✂️, all that good stuff, they essentially worship each other, cheating (not by reader but sus behaviours n thoughts fs) (tw::: men bf’s a dickspawn imsorry) homophobia.

summary: you have a horrible boyfriend, ellie’s always hated him. 

a/n: full word vomit im sorry if its ass but also i kinda lost my composure writing this 🤭🫣😵‍💫

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You were tired, drained. Hours had passed and you and your boyfriend were still at it. Angry words and misunderstood sentences all throughout the day had resulted in yet another fight between you.

"Dean, I've said it so many times, I can't go through it again,"

Dean, your boyfriend of a few months had a rocky track record, from keeping in close contact with his ex, to not telling interested girls that he's not single. The situation was always the same, you'd express your discomfort with something and he'd get angry, defensive. Then, eventually after so much arguing would get you to 'realise' that it's no big deal, that you shouldn't have reacted that way at all and in fact, you should apologise to him for making him feel like a cheater.

You had considered breaking up with him, so many times, in fact. Yet, you simply couldn't bring yourself to do it, still holding out with hope that things will improve.

"Baby, I swear nothing is going on, she's just my friend."

"Fine, okay." You ceased, feeling mentally drained by hours of conflict, "I have to go, need to meet Ellie, we have that test soon."

"You're leaving?" Dean said, clearly still agitated and pumping from the fight,

"Yes, Dean," you sighed, glancing in the mirror to double-check that your makeup hadn't been ruined from the previous crying, "I told you, this exam is really important," In other words, you have more things to be worrying about than your issues with him.

Gathering your books and piling them into your tote bag, you felt Dean's eyes on you, silently steaming as he saw you pick up your books.

"I'll see you later," Without looking back, you grabbed your keys from the side of the door and headed out.

He always had a problem with Ellie, which you couldn't understand, she was always supportive and kind to you. What reason would he have to dislike her?

You had been friends ever since that first physics class three years ago, you had sat in the row in front of her, over fifteen minutes into the lecture had passed until you felt a tap at your shoulder. Turning, you were greeted with green eyes and a smiling face adorned with light freckles.

"Hey, you got a spare pen?" She looked bashful, almost embarrassed that she hadn't been prepared even for the first class of the year. A half smile was placed on her lips. Amused, you gladly handed her a pen, pleased that you had an abundance of pens neglected at the bottom of your tote bag. You were always prepared, just not the most organised.

At the end of the lecture, she tried to hand you back the pen, but you refused and insisted she kept it, was she planning on asking someone for every class she had? That was just inefficient.

When you wouldn't accept the pen back, she ripped out a rough square from a page of her notebook, scribbling her number quickly so she could pay you back for the pen. 

You had been friends ever since, there was something that just worked. She had been there long before Dean and you would be damned if he was to get in the way of your friendship.

You had reached Dina and Ellie's place, they both shared the accommodation whilst you lived in a one-bed en-suite in a dorm. Dean lived at his fraternity, which you always hated going to meaning you spent most of the time at your place instead. 

Knocking, you only waited for a few seconds until the door swung open, revealing Ellie, clad in a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. The open door had caused a draught to haze through the air, the faint scent of smoke and music softly playing at a low volume.

"Hey, you." She spoke, smiling that usual smile that was seemingly tattooed on her lips. Ellie moved out of the doorway to let you in, closing the door behind you as you stepped into the familiar, comforting living room.

"Hey," your tone must have not been well received, as it prompted a,

"Well, what's gotten into you?"

"I've had the worst day, Dean-" you were interrupted by a slightly exaggerated groan, with an added,

"What has he done this time?"

"Ellie.." you sighed, dropping your tote from your shoulder and to the floor, kneeling down to pull out your books and pens.

"I'm serious," she threw her hands up, leaning against the edge of the desk where her work had been all set out already, "He's always up to some bullshit."

Ellie was confused, annoyed actually as you explained the situation to her. In her head, as a lesbian, the solution to these kinds of issues was so, so obvious to her; break up with him, he's not worth it. She had repeated this rhetoric to many of her men-loving friends, all of which refused to listen to her only to turn out heartbroken in the end, anyway.

"I wasn't exactly being rational either," you tried to explain, not that you were making excuses for him, but you felt a certain need to defend your relationship with Ellie. She was always so judgemental of the people you dated. You knew deep down that it was her way of looking out for you, she had consistently been the one to bring you comfort during your relationship breakdowns. And there had been a few of them.

"Don't do that, that's exactly what he wants," She spoke sympathetically, her words very soft considering that, mentally she was currently fighting Dean, and winning.

What was wrong with these guys? Ellie thought, you had dated some specimens before, but this new fraternity bro, Dean? She couldn't stand him.

Seemingly fuelled by his returned distaste towards her, but she knew the real reason why.

He was a pig. Flirting with any girl that'd give him attention, Ellie had caught him at parties with drunk girls hanging off his arms, inches away from their faces, centimetres away from cheating. Only for him to charm his way out of it when you confronted him. It pained her to see you go through this, especially when there were so many options out there. Like her, for example.

To be frank, Ellie's asking for that pen three years ago hadn't been entirely innocent. Whilst, it wasn't a lie per se, as she did, in fact, not have a pen on her first day, making her feel like the worst student on the planet.

She had taken notice of you when you first walked into that physics class. Eyeliner, framing the outer corners of your eyes and tight curly hair that lay perfectly around your face caught her attention. You were so beautiful, she knew she had to talk to you.

As you two had gotten to know each other over those first few months, her little crush had evolved from simple attraction to a full-blown, 'would rip the sun out of the sky if it meant seeing you smile', feelings situation. Whilst her initial intention had been to try and flirt a little bit, over time (really didn't take that long) Ellie realised that you were something special. The bond and groove you had as platonic friends was too great to risk ruining it all. So she decided, her feelings shouldn't be the thing to damage it. Ellie being Ellie, didn't know how to deal with said feelings, so she had made a pact with herself to never act on them, never expect anything other than platonic behaviour on your part, and never, ever let you find out. So whilst you dated, so did she.

"Anyways, can we talk about, literally anything else now? Like our exam that we have in a few days, perhaps?" You hummed, kicking your shoes off and sprawling on her couch, reaching down into your bag for something you had saved for this exact moment.

"Right, 'cos studying is the reason why you're laying dead on my couch right now." Ellie chuckled, joining you and holding your legs up to settle her body on the couch as well, before placing your legs on top of her lap.

"What are you even looking for?"

"Just wait, you'll see." You responded, still rooting through the bag, god where is it?

"Well, not if you can't find it in that damn bag, how do you even find anything in those?"

"Shut up," you chuckled, feeling better already. That's something you loved about Ellie, no matter what would happen to you, a few minutes with her and you'd feel like you had taken uppers.

"Ah, finally," you breathed out, fishing out a single joint that had become embarrassingly bent in the trauma that is, being an object lost inside the bottom of a tote bag.

Ellie laughed when her eyes caught sight of the bent joint, rubbing her eyes as they started to tear from the entertainment.

"You didn't have to go through that much effort to pull out that monster, plus you know I always have enough here, we don't need to smoke yours."

"It may look unfortunate, but this is the best shit in town right now." You tried to sell, "Got it from Xav,"

"Xav? How did you manage that?"

"One of Dean's frat brothers put in a huge order with him and sold me some, thought I'd save it so we could smoke it together." 

"You truly know the way to my heart," Ellie gushed, before leaning over your legs, to grab the closest ashtray and a lighter, passing it to you, roller's rights, after all.

"This doesn't look like studying, though," Ellie spoke, eyes falling to your lips as they wrapped over the end of the joint, sparking and taking a drag. She excused her thoughts.

"I just want some peace before I have to focus on work, you know?" You said, exhaling out the smoke.

Ellie sighed, knowing Dean was truly taking a toll on you, she watched as your face fell, obviously being reminded of the previous events. She wishes there was more she could do, how many times could she say leave him, before it sounded too obvious? Too pushy? Too out of line?

"Fuck him, don't worry about that for now. You're with me, this is a Dean-free zone." Ellie cheered, taking the lit joint as you passed it to her.

You felt her fingers trail random lines and shapes on your leg as she smoked, probably not even aware she was doing it. It was comfortable and set off a wave of sleepiness to hit you.

Ellie passed you the joint back,

"You going to that party tonight?" She asked,

"I don't know, I think Dean wants to go but I was planning on sitting this one out,"

"Why don't you come? Dina and Jesse will also be there, so you don't have to spend the whole party with him,"

"Fine, only because I haven't seen Dina and Jesse for a while,"

"I can live with that," she chuckled.

Deciding you were no longer comfy in that position, you lifted your legs up off Ellie, before manoeuvring your body so that you were sat side by side. Passing the joint back to her, you rested your head on her shoulder. What you didn't notice was Ellie's visible tensing the second you laid your head on her.

It wasn't like it was unusual behaviour from you, yet she reacted like this every time. 

"What do you think of it?"

"Fuck yeah, it's good," she swallowed, head turning to glance over at you resting your head comfortably on her shoulder, "You falling asleep down there?"

"No..." you mumbled, your voice visibly getting quieter as you were getting sleepier. You were just so tired. Constant arguing with Dean, working or studying. You needed a break, plus Ellie had a habit of being super comfortable to nap on.

"You sure?"

"No..."

"It's alright, have a nap, we’ll study later."

Ellie chuckled, she continued smoking the joint to its ends, relaxed by the sound of your breathing as you fell asleep. She took the opportunity to observe you for a minute, you looked peaceful, a hell of a lot more peaceful than you were when you first entered. She wished that you could always be that content, at peace. Ellie wanted you to be happy, whether with her or not, she just didn't want you so stressed and drained by yet another unhealthy relationship.  

It was then she took time to think, how messy the situation had truly become.

—

After your nap, you and Ellie actually did finally study, spending a few hours going over the course material and sharing notes. With a few distractions here and there, but successful nonetheless.

You were back at home, Dean seemingly long gone back to his own place, as you got yourself dressed for this party. Texting Ellie that you were ready, you awaited her knock on your door, as your place was a bit closer to the party you decided you'd make your way there together and you'd crash back at your house later.

Once she arrived, you two made your way to the party, it was in the next block of student accommodation, so it was only a quick walk.

Before long, you had reached the party, greeted by its loudness with thumping music and loud chatter.

"It's fucking packed," you complained, already nervous. The bass of the loud music echoing in your chest, exacerbating the anxiety you felt.  

"It will be okay, let's go find Dina and Jesse,"

It took a few glances to land on them but they had been settled in a corner with two other girls. One with short black hair and the other with long, blonde hair.

Making your way towards them, Dina spotted you and Ellie and eagerly waved you guys over to their spot.

"Bitch! Where have you been?" Dina questioned, and truly it had been an unreasonable amount of time since you'd seen her, which is weird considering how often you were at her and Ellie's place.

"Don't get me started," you sighed, whilst smiling at her and wrapping your arms around her.

"Well, it's good to see you, we missed you!" Gesturing towards herself and Jesse, who took his cue to also greet you.

Dina introduced you to her friends who were also sitting with them, the one with black hair was introduced as Cat, and the blonde was called Abby.

They were nice but you weren't too sure about the dark-haired one, she seemed a bit standoffish to you, only, but welcoming and friendly to everyone else in your group, and especially to Ellie. You noted it and placed the thought at the back of your head for dissection later.

In the ten minutes you had been there, Dean had spotted you and walked over. Causing an eye roll to come from Ellie,

"Hey, you're here!" He was drunk, words slurred and eyes heavily lidded. How much had he already had to drink?

Wrapping his arms around your waist, and nuzzling his face into your neck, the scent of alcohol lingered on him and you found that you didn't want him to be that close to you.

Your eyes met Ellie's briefly before she quickly looked away and took a long sip from her cup, which had been filled up with some vodka and whiskey mixed with some chaser by Dina. She turned her head away from you and began talking to Cat, faces a lot closer than most people. 

You tore your eyes away from their interaction, turning to face Dean.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Dean shrugged, too incapacitated to care too much before making his way back to some of his frat brothers. Yuck.

You were making your way to the bathroom, hoping to find the right door, but you weren't successful the first time, the second or the third. You were starting to wonder how many goddamn rooms were in this place until you finally reached it, and it was of course labelled with a stupid little diy frat sticker that said 'bathroom' featuring other, more immature graffiti. Apt, you thought.

The light was on but the door was slightly ajar, thinking nothing of it you walked in believing it to be empty. The room was also, of course, occupied. You mentally laughed at your own bad luck as you saw Abby sneaking a cigarette out the window. Her body perched up on the windowsill as she breathed the smoke out the open gap.

"Shit- oh it's just you," she chuckled, holding her hand on her heart indicating that you had slightly frightened her, clearly from her doing something she isn't supposed to be doing.

"Sorry, thought it was empty," you said, turning your body towards the door in an effort to leave her to it,

"You don't have to leave I'm just smoking this before any of my team sees me,"

That brought a smile to reach your lips,

"Why are you sneaking cigarettes like a 16 year old?"

"Athletes aren't really meant to smoke, but shit happens. I just don't want to hear it from coach." She mumbled taking her final drag, throwing the butt out the window.

"I'll take it to my grave," You promised, making a little zip motion on your lips.

"All yours," she smiled, making her way out of the bathroom.

"I won't take long, we can head down to the group together,"

So you did, exiting the bathroom, Abby smiling at you,

"Let's go?"

"Sure,"

You had travelled down the stairs, engaging in random, friendly small talk until you had reached everyone. Abby sat back down next to Dina and Jesse, who were ranting amongst themselves, whilst Cat and Ellie had been left to their own devices. Now, you and Ellie had been friends for a while, you kinda knew what she looked like when she was flirting with girls. And this was definitely that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Dean respawning in your face again,

"Wanna explain that?"

That completely broke you out of your little trance, explain what?

"What?"

"Why were you in the bathroom with her?"

"She was-" you remembered your promise to her, "We were just chatting, nothing weird happened, if that's what you're thinking."

He grabbed your wrist and walked with you to a quieter corner of the room,

"Why are you lying?"

"Dean, nothing happened we were chatting because she was in there when I walked in,"

"Do you know what she is?"

"I just met her today, Dean," You didn't want to deal with this right now, Ellie had said she was going to try and help you escape Dean tonight and instead she got annoyed by his presence and began flirting with Cat.

"What is with you and hanging out with all of those d-...", he trailed off,

"Those what, Dean?" You were beyond angry at this point, you didn't like what he was implying.

"You know, all those le-"

"Hey," your altercation was interrupted, "Everything cool?" Ellie was looking between you both, eyebrows furrowed as she looked you over, gauging the situation. She knew you could fight your own battles, but when a drunk man is getting too handsy on someone it's always good practice to remain vigilant.

"We're fine." He said, his words less slurred now, a bit more pissed off. Egged on by the fact that his very point had just interrupted him.

"Oh yeah?" She pressed, making sure to look at you when she asked, having watched the interaction since he dragged you away.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you added, trying to give her a grateful look with your eyes, whether she got the message or not wasn't confirmed. Ellie wasn't one to let things go, but then she asked you if you wanted to be left alone with him and when you simply said 'Yeah I can deal with this," there was nothing more she could do without being too out of line. 

Sighing to herself, she dragged her feet back to the group, silently warring with herself over her actions, wondering if she put her nose in someone else's business or whether she didn't act enough. She had decided that was enough for the night, she'd try and focus on something else.

Whilst you were frustrated; you didn't want to explain the situation to her yet, at this point.

"Dean I don't like what you're trying to say, I don't want to be near you right now, we can talk about this at home."

"Sure, whatever." He walked off. You exhaled a sigh that had been festering in your chest for a while.

Wandering back to Dina, Jesse and Abby, noticing a considerable lack of Ellie and Cat. But at least you could clear your mind, Dina offered you another drink- which you gladly took.

You were in conversations with your friends, a good amount of minutes had passed and you finally caught sight of Ellie. You felt your heart twitch, your stomach churning at the sight.

Ellie was engaged in some heated make-out with that Cat, her hands tightly wrapped around the back of the girl's neck. The lights of the room bounced off her skin, illuminating them in deep reds and blues, as their lips moved against each other. It was hot, you couldn't lie. Perhaps the alcohol had hit you a lot more than you thought. You had seen Ellie in action, but not in action.

You felt yourself start to stare, lost in the sight of Ellie until you felt your breathing start to quicken and your legs fidgeting. You had to pull your eyes away, shaming yourself in your head for even looking that long, like a damned pervert.

Taking another sip of your drink, your thoughts trailed, you wondered what it would feel like to be in Cat's position, to feel Ellie's passionate grasp and soft lips against yours. You wondered if her kisses would feel loving and warm, not cold like you were used to.

You quickly dismissed your thoughts, blaming it on the alcohol, wondering what was spurring this on, all of a sudden.

You soon decided it was probably time to head home, the party had lived its course and you were in a worse mood than when you first got there. Mission failed, indeed.

Saying your goodbyes to Dina, Jesse and Abby you made your way through the dance floor to Ellie.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out," You interrupted a conversation occurring between Ellie and Cat.

"Oh, you sure?" She glanced between you and Cat, "Will you be okay getting home?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna find Dean and we're gonna go,"

"Oh," her face soured, "You're really still going home with that guy?"

"Well..." you stilled, you didn't exactly want to, but you knew he wouldn't give up until he got to say his piece, regardless of where you were, "We have stuff to talk about, I guess." Your voice and tone sound beaten, tired.

"I see," She glanced you over, hesitant, as if she was about to say something but then changed her mind. You could almost see thoughts flying in her eyes. 

"See you later," Cat smiled at you, though it didn't quite reach the corners of her eyes, no crease of skin. Everything seemed polite on the surface, but there were weird undertones in her voice, indifference. The vibe of that was definitely weird, right?

"Yeah,"

With that, you found Dean and left to go home.

—

Panting, you were panting. Heavy breaths mixed with sloppy touches in the darkness of red and blue lights.

You pulled away, glancing at Ellie, the corners of her plump lips curling into a smirk as she caressed your thighs. Fingers teasing near your entrance, you were completely ready for her touch, dripping, waiting.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby." she spoke, her words soft but with a hint of a growl that excited you, eager for what was about to come.

Then your eyes split open, and you were lay on your bed, hours had passed and you had been fast asleep. Sleep came easy, induced by the alcohol you had consumed, as you realised you had just been dreaming.

It took you a few seconds to stir and become conscious of what you had been dreaming about. Then the shame hit. What the fuck was that?

It didn't last long though, before you heard Dean's voice,

"That was hot,"

You slightly jumped at the surprise of his voice, not expecting him to have been awake and especially aware that you were having a dream of such nature, about your best friend of all people.

"You got me all hard, babe." You suddenly felt too overwhelmed, flashes of Ellie's lips and fingers cursed your mind as Dean's voice was mixed into your thoughts.

Confusion and panic hit your senses, you didn't want to look at Dean's expecting face when your mind was still reeling with the faint remnants of being under Ellie's warm and comforting touch, even in the astral plane, your body still warm and wanting. But not for him. Disgust overwhelmed your veins, poisoning the air in your lungs as you realised you couldn't think of anything worse than him touching you. It was as if that dream had been a message, a sign that this wasn't what you wanted. Or deserved. A sudden unexpected epiphany.

You quickly shot up and ran to the bathroom, no words spoken between you as you closed the door. Ensuring space between you both.

You sighed and grabbed at the roots of your hair, thinking of how utterly fucked this is.

You thought back to Ellie, would she be disgusted at your thoughts? Would she feel weird and uncomfortable if she knew you had been thinking of her that way? Her best, and very platonic, friend. She definitely isn't interested, you thought, remembering the way she had grabbed Cat closer to her and embraced her in a kiss that could only enflame your very being. Jealous. You realised, that's what that feeling was. It seemed to occur a lot regarding Ellie, that feeling.

Dean's voice blared through the door, reverberating through the walls.

"It's about that blond bitch isn't it?" Your eyebrows pulled together, fucks sake.

"Dean, please." It was stupid o'clock in the morning, the last thing you wanted was yet another argument.

"I knew those fucking lesbians would fuck with your head, you've always been a stupid woman, following whoever gives you attention."

His words hurt, and doubly pissed you off. How dare he? Those were your friends he was talking about.

You opened the door, Dean all blotchy and red in the face, fuelled by the past months of his bullshit and borderline abuse, this was the final nail. He was not about to say disgusting things and expect no repercussions. Lifting your hand, you put your entire back into connecting your palm with his cheek, made real by the smacking sound of skin, loud as a gunshot in the dark hours of the night contrasting the silence of no other surrounding sound in the dorms.

"Fuck you, Dean. I'm over this, get out." You stared him right in the eye as he rubbed the throbbing skin of his cheek to alleviate some pain. You couldn't help but feel a hint of relief that it had actually hurt him, as horrid as that sounds. You weren't a violent person, by any means, yet the continuous accusations, the newly exposed homophobia, his vile behaviour - it had to be done. You were done letting him treat you like that.

"I don't need you anyway, can find ten other girls that'd give me what I want."

"Go do that, then." You huffed, wondering why you hadn't done this earlier.

"Already have, sweetheart." He smirked, eyes glinting as he finally lifted the shroud of lies he had been filling your head with. You always knew deep down, you just chose to ignore it. Worms in the brain feasting at any rational thought and your self-respect. You didn't find it in yourself to get angrier.

"Get out of my house, Dean." You finalised, arms crossed over your chest, you just hoped he'd go willingly.

"You're not worth it, anyway." He cements, body turning to put on his shoes, chuckling as his heavy presence finally leaves your door.

You let out a breath, relief, shame and anger seeping into the deepest part of your being.

You were glad he's gone, truly. You just wish you had killed it sooner. Ellie was right, he ain't shit.

You sat on the edge of your bed, suddenly finding that the dark, empty space in your room was doing you no favours.

Pulling out your phone, you drafted a text to Ellie,

3.47 a.m:  you awake?

It was a long shot, you almost gave up on a response for tonight until you felt your phone buzz.

3.49 a.m:  ..always

3.49 a.m:  whats up?

Your lips tilted into a weak smile, before responding,

3.50 a.m:  u should be sleeping rn!

3.50 a.m:  umm so should u

3.51 a.m:  whats wrong?

Sighing, you had to bite the bullet, already started it now.

3.52 a.m:  he's an asshole, i broke up with him

A few minutes passed, and you wondered what was taking so long even though in the grand scheme of time it was only a few seconds, really. It was just anticipation, time felt dragged out awaiting her response. You didn't know that Ellie was laying on her bed feverishly typing, deleting and re-typing, overthinking how to respond. She wanted to say, 'I knew this' and how she was happy he was gone because he was a loser who didn't deserve you anyway. How she never liked him. Ellie didn't want to be insensitive, though, lest she hurt your feelings further. 

3.57 a.m: how are you feeling?

3.58 a.m:  im just glad he's gone tbh

3.58 a.m: had to be done

Ellie couldn't help the hint of a smile that fought its way onto her features, she typed her response. Picking at the dry skin around her thumb with her teeth as she sent her next message, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

3.59 a.m: he didn't deserve you anyway, you're too good for that.

You felt a warmth rush through you, stomach tightening as you read into her words. You wished that she meant it, that her feelings matched yours. Your mind thinks back to Cat, instantly murdering any hope in your heart.

You don't remember when your feelings for Ellie began to change, but looking back on it, you had felt so unsatisfied, seldom comfortable with your past lovers. Ellie was the only person who knew you, truly. Who had loved you and made you feel so safe, her comforting presence always soothing you, you felt like a person around Ellie. Whole. It had just taken some time for life to knock some sense into you to realise. It has always been Ellie. 

4.01 a.m: want me to come to you or you wanna come here?

4.01 a.m: it's so late you don't have to! i'll be ok promise

4.02 a.m: hah good one.. gimme ten mins

Ellie was not messing, not much time passed before she was knocking on the front door of your dorm. 

"Hey," Her voice was soft, gentle, her eyes shining with such a tender glint. She's always had such pretty eyes, you thought. 

"Hi,"

You moved a few steps to give her space to enter,

"How you doing?" She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tighter than you expected,

"Honestly, I'm okay," Ellie took a look at you, gauging your overall mood and believed it, you already looked lighter, less weight (*Dean) holding down your shoulders. 

"Think I mentally checked out a long time ago," you added, sitting down on your bed and lifting your laptop screen to load a show, acting somewhat as a buffer amongst the silence.

"So what happened?"

You couldn't help the audible groan that escaped your lips, "He got pissy when he saw me leaving the bathroom with Abby and accused me of cheating,"

"Abby?" Ellie had taken off her coat and shoes, joining you on your spot on the bed.

"Yeah, she was smoking in the bathroom hiding from their coach, we walked down to the group together, it was only small talk. I was so confused, he started saying things about who I was hanging out with,".

"Meaning?"

"He's a fucking homophobic prick,"

"He said hanging out with 'all those lesbians was fucking with my head', said I follow whoever gives me attention," you sighed, "then I slapped him."

Ellie couldn’t help it, she felt a swell of pride that you slapped him, stood up for yourself. He deserved so much worse, she thought.

Ellie couldn't hide the smirk that reached her lips, as much as she tried to suppress it, it still came.

"That's my girl,"

You didn't expect your stomach to twist when those words left her mouth, opening something up deep inside.

"He finally admitted to cheating, and then it was over," You sighed.

"I'm proud of you," Ellie muttered, fidgeting with her nail-beds, failing to meet your eyes.

"You don't have to say that, I know how pathetic this is,"

Resting your head on the headboard, you brought your legs into a cross,

"Hey, I mean it, it must've been a lot," She paused, her hand coming to rest on your knee, rubbing her thumb over the skin absentmindedly, like it was second nature to her. Perhaps, it was.

You looked over at her, eyes trailing down her features, freckles and the green eyes that still weren't meeting yours, suddenly shy.

"You're amazing, you deserve to know that," she paused, eyes finally meeting your own, determined.

"So are you," Your voice lowered, trailing back to the pretty brunette from earlier.

“So what’s going on with you and that girl?” You shouldn’t have said anything, but it was out before you could stop it. Clearly, your brain kept thinking about it.

“It’s..” Ellie thought about what to say, it would sound extremely horrible to say Cat was mainly a distraction, unfair as she is a lovely person, but it’s true.

“Nothing more than what you saw,”

Vague, was that best response to that, Ellie thought.

“I saw quite a bit,”

“Honestly, she’s great, we get along and all but..’ She’s not you. “I don’t think it’ll go any further.”

“She seemed to really like you, why not?”

Ellie almost wanted to laugh, it was so painfully obvious to her, how could you not see it?

“I guess.. I want something different.”

Her eyes connected with yours, the contact between your eyes felt different now, charged. You caught yourself stealing a glance at her lips, which slightly parted as she spotted where your eyes had fallen.

“Like what?”

She had no response, it was either avoid the question, or firm it. Ellie didn’t know which was the right answer.

"Ellie.." You paused, words caught in your throat, as scenarios rushed through your head like a rolodex of different possible outcomes. Heart tugging at your brain to do something, anything.

"Yeah?" Her head leaned closer to yours, your breathing slowly becoming heavier, the room's environment growing thicker, harder to inhale. Her hand still on your knee, unmoving now, frozen in place.

You could almost make contact with her lips, if you moved just a tiny inch closer. Her hand trailed slightly further up your leg, just a little above your knee, almost as if to test the waters. You wondered if she felt like you did, if she could also feel her veins light up and her body inflamed. Were her lips just as eager to touch yours? Were her hands longing to feel you just as well?

Before you realised, it was out.

"Ellie, can I kiss you?"

A beat, and no response. You felt your heart start to panic, already thinking over how to pretend that had never happened. You almost regretted it, until her hand reached for the back of your neck, reducing the distance between your faces.

Lips meeting yours, shyly at first, hesitant. Ellie’s mind was whirling, feeling her heartbeat pump aggressively throughout her body, there was no way this was reality, she thought. No way that you were here in front of her, asking to kiss her, after all this time of her yearning, feeling like a useless lesbian who would never ever make a move on you.

She could almost feel herself kicking her feet in the air, as she decided to firm it. Scared if she waited any longer, the opportunity would cease to exist, pass her by and join one of those regrets she’d think about as an elder.

Your lips met hers back, eager to push for contact, eager to push closer. Your zeal spurring hers on, as her hands clasped the back of your neck, keeping you in place. Not like you wanted to be anywhere else.

This was it. This is what you should’ve been feeling in the past.

Ellie’s soft, plump lips melted over yours, taunting with a bite and pulling your bottom lip out before entering her tongue into your mouth.

Fuck. That was hot.

You felt yourself getting hotter, damper by the minute as the kiss continues, Ellie’s hand getting more comfortable and trailing down to your thighs.

You pulled apart for a second, taking the time to catch your breath as you looked into her eyes, usually green but now much darker, enhanced by enlarged pupils as she glazed her sights over you. An unreadable expression on her face,

“Are you okay?”

“You’re so hot, and amazing and I-I really want to keep going, I just- I don’t know, I don’t want this to be like a .. rebound thing. I really care about you but I just, don’t want to feel like that, you know?” She rambled on, her thoughts getting ahead of themselves as she was pondering if it happened, then if it was too late to return to what you had been, before things got all naked and messy.

You understood, of course you did. You had literally broken up with him just maybe two hours ago. But it didn’t matter, you had to say it. Let her know and reassure her that it was only her.

“Ellie.. you could never be a rebound to me,” You stammered a little before the next part, “You’re the one I’ve wanted this whole time. It’s always been you.” You pecked her lips, grabbing her face, looking into her eyes hoping she’d see the seriousness in yours.

“I’ve wanted you for a really long time,” she broke contact, “I just didn’t wanna fuck shit up,”

“I mean it, Ellie, I’ve never felt as certain about something as I do this,”

Her stature relaxed, you continued, “I love you, Ellie. I didn’t love anyone else,”

“I love you,” she answered, the corner of her lip tilting up, eyes brighter.

“I’ll just have to show you how much, if that’s okay with you.”

Her gaze turned curious, before nodding, watching as your hands danced down her sides and ever so slightly underneath the fabric of her shirt.

“You can do whatever you want with me, honestly,” she murmured. You caught her body tensing, almost shaky as you lifted her shirt. Warm hands covering the sides of her defined stomach, you squeezed a little, just enough to rile her up.

Which it did, Ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she anticipated your next move. Losing control of her lungs, she was about to explode.

“This okay?” Your hand met the band of her sports bra, digging scarcely into her skin beneath it.

“Yeah,” she exhaled, stuck in place, watching, her cheeks becoming flushed, “Shit,”

You hands pressed over her breasts, tightening pressure around as she let out a content sigh. You dipped your head down to wrap your lips around her nipple, licking laps over the tip and softly blowing air over them when you decided you were done, chuckling to yourself at the goosebumps that now raised on her skin,

“Don’t tease,” She murmured, composure dwindling.

“Sorry, can’t help myself,”

You kissed down her stomach to her pelvis, feeling her restlessness grow as her body refused to stay still, itching for you to do more.

You leaned back up, placing either leg over her torso and looked her over, making sure she was okay as your hand moved lower down, seemingly in a mind of its own as it crept past the waistband, meeting her skin as you held eye contact.

Ellie folded, shutting her eyes as the waiting became too much, you tapped her leg with your free hand,

“Eyes on me,”

When she held your eye contact once again, you teased a finger past her folds, almost letting out a groan at how wet she was, at how easily you could feel her arousal.

“Fuck Els,” you sighed, struggling to contain yourself as your thoughts grew more indecent, slipping a finger in further as Ellie writhed underneath you, head hanging back.

“More fingers, please,” Her voice was strained, breathy as she closed her eyes, embarrassed to be feeling this undone already.

“Yeah?” The side of your mouth curled up, goaded by the sound of her voice. She nodded impishly, covering her eyes with her wrist, as her other hand reached to grip around your hip. A tight squeeze followed on your skin.

“I can do that, baby,” Following instructions, you slipped two more fingers into her, falling into a rhythm as you felt her clench around you. She glanced over your body, legs spread over her midsection as you leaned your arm back, hips gently grinding over hers- an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure building up.

Her hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt, pulling it slightly and groaning when the tight material pushed against your breasts, she always loved how you never wore bras, stiff nipples poking through the fabric.

“Fuck, clothes off, now,” she let out in soft grunts, as she broke your wrist from her to take off your shirt, rubbing her hands over your newly exposed skin “Always fucking wanted to see you like this,” She spoke, your fingers meeting her centre again, “So fucking pretty,”

“You feel so good, Ellie,” You gasped, your hips involuntarily grinding on top of her stomach, “So fucking good ‘n wet for me,”

“Fuck-“ Ellie’s voice cut off as she bit into the back of her hand, her own hips rolling your hand in deeper, hitting her walls more than before as she let out a mewl. “Feels so fuckin’ good, angel,” she whimpered, voice strained as she continued to ride into your hand.

It was the hottest noise you’d ever heard, and you wanted to keep drawing it out of her. To keep hearing her moan for you, and your actions only.

Suddenly, you had something you prove, both to her and to yourself. Flashes of Cat in your mind as you wanted her to forget other women existed.

You unwrapped yourself off her lap, removing your fingers, kissing her stomach as you pulled her pants and underwear down, grabbing her legs and holding them open, exposing her even further.

“Damn,” you said, glancing over her wet inner thighs as they glistened, all for you.

“Shut up,” she spoke, voice tight as a side smile swept over her features, as she grabbed the back of your head, pushing you closer to her pulsing core, throbbing and dripping waiting for you to make contact.

You licked a line up her heat, moaning to yourself at the taste of her. You grew light-headed, thinking you could die happily just between Ellie’s legs, becoming addicted to her moans as you ate her out, head in a daze as she squeezed her thighs tight around your head, almost cutting off your air supply- her moans growing more frequent, as she reached closer. Your free hand moving up to wrap itself around her breast, squeezing tighter around her nipple.

Deciding to have a little more fun, you slipped two fingers into her wetness as you continued to lap your tongue around her clit, pushing up into her as you sucked. Dragging her delicious sap on your tongue as it marred all over your face, cheeks glassy with her warm sleek.

Ellie had lost control over her vocal cords at this point, moans slipping out from between her sweet lips no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. Hell, you were moaning too, despite not even being touched yet, dripping all over yourself, ass up and needy as you rolled your hips over thin air as you continued to soak yourself into Ellie.

There could be no coming back from this, you thought, not now that you had been exposed to the delicacy that is Ellie Williams. You were holding on to her and not letting go.

You felt Ellie’s moans get shorter, cutting themselves off from its full power before the next one came, her hips moving more haphazardly up to meet your tongue, she was close.

You glanced at her, her eyes closed, brows pinched up and mouth agape, a slight sheen to her skin from sweat, she’s so attractive, you thought.

With your free hand, your fingers guided themselves onto your own folds, rolling over your own clit for some release, the lack of hand on her caused Ellie’s eyes to lull over at you, the sight of your arched back, wet cheeks from her slick, spread legs as you touched yourself all whilst still fucking her into oblivion.

The damned sight of you, just as undone as Ellie, without her even touching you, was enough to cause the coil in her abdomen to twist, before she came all over your face, breath slowing into heavy pants as her body twitched. You lapped her up her residue, finally removing your face from between her legs as she looked at you. Wordless.

“Wh-what the fuck..” Ellie’s weak voice trailed, before laughing and forcing a kiss on your lips, hands wrapped around your jaw as she tasted the remnants of herself on you.

There was no way you were about to give her the best orgasm of her life and expect her to not do anything back? Funny joke. Ellie was ravenous now.

She placed you underneath her, biting around your thighs before bending her head down, her tongue having been desperate for a taste since that first day she saw you. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Your legs tightened around her as the air from her voice hit your centre, “Been dyin’ for a taste,” You looked at her, tip of your eyebrows raised up as you took in her words, how long had she wanted you back? Her words caused you to shudder, whimpering as she continued.

“Fuck,” You said, voice breaking as her tongue rippled over your pussy as your hips shook, slurping up the honey that had been left neglected. Long, slender fingers meeting your centre that had felt so, so desperate and needy for her to touch.

“G’na show what you’ve been missing,” She hummed, as her fingers picked up pace working harmoniously with her tongue as she fucked into you. Warm muscle rolling over your pulsing clit. Fingers rubbing over your velvet walls which sucked her further in, skin dragging out with her soaked fingers when they recoiled out, the image obscene. “What was waiting for you this whole time,”

“Els- shit, wanna feel you,”

“What you want, baby?” She gasped out, in between breaths as fingers toyed with your clit.

“Wanna feel you, y-your fucking pussy on mine-fuck,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed. The desire was simply too strong, you were dizzy just from the thought of it. Ellie seemed to share your enthusiasm, her heart skipping a beat, the thought kindling her veins with heat.

This was truly a gift from the heavens, she thought.

“Shit- yeah, okay.” Ellie exhaled out, as she got you into position, grabbing one of your smaller pillows to cushion underneath you as she placed her legs over yours, getting into place as she rubbed her clit over yours, hips lolling over your pelvis.

The sounds were debaucherous as they filled the room, hot and wet, as if the spirit of Dionysus, himself had possessed you. Invoking you with bacchanal, carnal desire as you could think of nothing else than the sublime vice that is Ellie Williams.

“Fuck, Els, I’m gonna come,”

Ellie groaned, rocking her hips over yours, her defined abs on show, breasts working with Earth’s gravity as they sprung up and down to match her movements, hair falling out of her half-bun, causing some strands to stick to her face, completely dishevelled. You looked at her, eyes attached to yours, lust ruling over them, then looked back down to where you were both intertwined. You trapped your bottom lip with your teeth at the sight before you.

Her sap mingling with yours, leaking out from her cunt as it folds over your own, Wrapping you with her warmth, pulsating around yours. Ellie’s body still trembling from before.

“Then come for me, baby,”

You were gone. With her words, you felt yourself spilling out against her, not being able to hold back the climax of your arousal spurting out from you, splashes reaching Ellie’s legs.

“Fuck, Ellie!” Your voice drawled out, as the wave ran through you,

“That’s it, angel, come all over me,” She smirked down at you, breath heavy as she watched your eyes glaze over, lips parted and chest heavy as you finally came down. A ardent glaze over her eyes.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” She gaped, eyes transfixed on your figure as her reeling mind came down from the high.

“Shit, neither did I,” you laughed, covering your mouth, suddenly shy. With your head still in the clouds, you weren’t feeling as overly self-aware.

“That was fucking hot, and I’m not done.”

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[totheblood]

new romantics.

pairing: modern!ellie x best friend's sister!reader

summary: ellie is your brother's best friend, and also a loser lesbian. oh, and you are "off-limits."

warnings: drinking, ellie being a loser maybe?? suggestive themes

a/n: this is purely self indulgent tbh... just needed some ellie pining and soft fluff... idk this trope makes me dizzy even though i am brotherless... pls enjoy.. AUDIOS AT THE END HEHE! also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

wc: 2.4k

"every night with us is like a dream."

ellie was excruciatingly uncomfortable.

okay, that was a little dramatic, but she still felt the sweat pooling at the back of her neck when you opened the door for her. this happened too often for her liking, you letting her into your house as she had to wait for her best friend to be ready to go. she’d curse him out for it later, but now she was stuck making small talk with you.

you, who was showing way too much skin today, the fleshy skin below your neck peeking through the loose tank top you wore. your skin looked soft and moist, almost as if you were glowing and ellie could smell the sunscreen coming off of you. you, who her best friend, and your brother, told her was off-limits. she often questioned why he said that, but as you flashed a toothy grin at her it became apparent. you were a dream.

if ellie was being honest with herself it pissed her off that he banned her from trying anything with you seeing as she had no game and you were just so easy to talk to. it’s not every day that you run into a pretty girl who also likes girls, and it’s not every day that you have an in with her brother. fuck you, sean ellie thought.

“hey, ellie. come on in,” you held the door open for her, closing in when she stepped through, “sean will be down soon.”

involuntarily, a blush spread across her face, pink picking at the freckles on her skin. her hand nervously scratched the back of her neck, a nervous tick she had picked up. 

“hey,” she was looking anywhere but your eyes, sitting at the marble island in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and reeling in the comfort of the cool material on her skin, “what’re you up to today?”

“some friends and i are going down to the lake to go swimming,” you followed behind her, leaning on the counter opposite of her, “maybe drink a bit. what are you and sean up to?”

“we had nothing planned,” she chuckles, fingers fiddling with the rings on her fingers, “sounds fun, though.” 

she watched as you turned towards the fridge, pulling two water bottles from it and stuffing one in your tote bag that hung off your shoulder. you handed the second one to her, your hands briefly touching. a shiver ran across her skin. you were being kind at most, but her cheeks still glowed red as she thanked you.

“you should come with,” you leaned back on the counter a small smirk on your lips, “didn’t really think that was your scene though. but i’d love for you to come — both you and sean should come.”

“uh — um, yeah,” she chuckled again, nervously opening the water bottle and taking a sip, “i’d come, i mean, yeah. that sounds cool.” she’d forever curse herself for how awkward she sounded. “thanks.” 

sean came down the stairs, his hair messy and phone in hand. he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the kitchen, nudging your shoulder as he opened the fridge to find something to eat. 

“did you just wake up?” ellie asked from her place at the counter, a teasing and knowing tone to her words. 

“yes, i did,” he rolled his eyes, settling on a water and pulling it out of the fridge before turning to the two of you, “it’s saturday. let me live, el.” 

“uh, i think ellie’s gonna join us down by the lake.” you told him, causing him to shoot an odd look to ellie, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of his water. “you should come too.”

“uh,” his eyes darted in between you and ellie, “um sure, that sounds… cool.” 

ellie didn’t even realize she was holding her breath till he agreed and she let out a deep sigh. she was just happy he didn’t ask any questions or wonder why she agreed. she knew she’d get the worst of it later, but now she just wanted to be uncomfortable in your presence. she didn’t realize how much of a loser she was until now. 

“well, dina’s coming for me now,” you smiled brightly at both of them, gripping the straps of your tote harder, “she should be here any minute, you guys can come with us.” 

sean looked at ellie, waiting for her response. 

“yeah, yeah,” ellie stood from her seat, scratching the back of her neck again, “that sounds good.”

-

when the car pulled up to the lake and you all piled out, ellie found herself sticking close to you and sean, obviously uncomfortable. she didn’t know why she was even here, was she that desperate? 

almost as if you could sense her discomfort you turned towards her, “you okay, ellie?” when she didn’t respond immediately you spoke again, “i know this isn’t your usual scene but we’re pretty chill.” you led her down to the table you and your friends had set the stuff up on and pulled a beer out of the cooler, “here, have a beer. loosen up.”

ellie reached for the beer hesitantly, but opened the lid and took a small swig, face setting up at the taste, “yeah, i’m fine, i just — i don’t party much.”

“it’s not really a party,” you giggled, taking your own beer out of the cooler and cracking it open. you took a long sip before speaking again, “it’s so funny, you’ve been friends with sean for so long and i feel like i know nothing about you.”

a small laugh left ellie’s lips as she looked up at you with a shrug. she hated nothing more than talking about herself, but she wanted nothing more than to talk to you. “well, ask away.”

you took another swig of your beer, squinting slightly at her as you watched her take another sip. “hm,” you pretended to be deep in thought, “what about how you and sean became best friends?”

ellie felt small under your gaze, shifting her weight onto one foot as she fiddled with the hem of her shorts that were now fraying. 

“well, we just used to hang out at lunch and one day i found out he liked savage starlight…” she chuckled, shaking her head, “nerdy, i know. but we just… clicked, y’know? then we just sat together every day, and — i guess the rest is history.” she shrugged again, taking another sip of her beer. “nothing too special, i don’t think.”

“well, i think it’s special.” you smiled at her, taking another long sip of your beer and holding it firmly in one hand, “if you could put up with my brother for that long then you are a saint.”

she chuckled again, shaking her head. “fair enough, fair enough. i dunno how he puts up with me either, to be honest.” another sip of her beer. “i’m sure he’d say the same about you.” 

you faked a gasp and scoffed, playfully pushing ellie’s shoulder with your free hand. “well, he shouldn’t, i’m an angel.” you giggled and took a long sip of your beer, finishing it and resting it on the table. 

when you pushed ellie’s shoulder she couldn’t hide the blush that was now seeming permanent around you, the eye contact between the two of you lingering for almost too long. ellie looked away, hand at her neck again. “if you say so,” she said in a half-whisper. 

“i do say so,” you whispered back. you took a step back and pulled your tank top off, revealing a blue bikini top covering your chest, leaving your shorts on. “you swim, williams?”

ellie’s eyes widened at the sudden flash of skin, all the previous color draining from her cheeks. her mouth fell open, only for a moment, before she cleared her throat to distract herself. taking another sip of her beer, she leaned against the table. 

“uh… yea, i’m… i’m alright.”

“alright?” you questioned, now removing your pants to reveal your bikini bottoms, the bottoms not leaving much up to imagination, “can’t have you drowning.”

ellie had to look away, she didn’t want to be a creep. she was staring at the water, the people floating and talking by the shore, sean who was talking to dina and jesse and somehow laughing and then back at you, mesmerized. “i’ll be fine, i promise. i just don’t have a swimsuit.” 

you looked her up and down. she had a loose t-shirt on and shorts, nothing special. “you got a bra on?” 

“yea.”

“then take the t-shirt off,” you said matter-of-factly, “and the pants too.” you smiled at her before turning on your heel and heading towards the water, “then come and swim.”

ellie’s eyes stayed trained on your ass you as you headed into the water. she almost didn’t notice when sean appeared next to her, almost as if he had been waiting. 

“what are you doing with my sister?”

“talking-“

“ellie-“

“what? i can’t talk to your sister?” she rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her sports bra. “would the world implode on itself if i did?”

sean gave her a pointed look. “you’re not going to try anything funny, right?” he watched as ellie’s eyes drifted back to you again as she pulled her shorts off and put them on the table. “i told you she’s off limits, el.” 

“can i swim with her, sean?” ellie said, her voice dripping with annoyance, "is that okay with you? or is that off limits too?”

“c’mon, el,” he sighed, leaning on the table, “i’m serious.” ellie couldn’t help but roll her eyes again. 

“fine,” she sighed, looking up at him, face still set up from before, “i’m just swimming with her. nothing funny is happening. scouts hono-“

“ellie! you coming?!” you called from the water.

“nothing funny,” he repeated.

“nothing funny,” she echoed back. 

ellie stepped down into the water with you, ignoring how awkward it all felt. she was in her underwear trailing after her best friend’s sister. the beer had left a light fuzz behind her eyes, making the water bearable as her calves got soaked in water. she was grinning from ear to ear as she approached you, the sun now setting behind you, casting a yellow glow on your skin. you shook her from her thoughts, splashing cold water in her causing her brow to wrinkle. 

“took you long enough,” you stood in the water in front of her, the water where you were appearing to be deeper as in came up to your thighs, “what were you guys talking about? sean seemed serious.” 

ellie wiped the water off her face, glancing back to sean at the shore and then back to you, “uh— he just wanted to remind me that you were — that you… are,” she cleared her throat, unsure of what to say. this was the longest amount of time she had spent in your presence and she was already drowning. she didn’t want to lie to you. “off-limits.”

this smile on your face fell as you adjusted your posture, “wait what?”

ellie’s breath caught in her throat, “uh… y’know. like he didn’t want me… well,” her hands came up in a weird gesture between the two of you. “you know.”

no, i don’t know,” you shook your head in disbelief, looking back at him and then back at ellie, taking a step closer to you, “did he tell you not to — to, flirt with me?”

ellie felt the air around her tighten as you stepped into her space, you were dangerously close, “well— uh— sorta. yeah, he did.”

“what the fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“well, would you—“ where the fuck was this confidence coming from, “would you mind if i did?” she watched as your eyes widened and brows furrowed in confusion before your lips curved into a smile. 

“oh — uh, no. i don’t mind.”

“cool.” ellie smiled. 

as the sun began to set you and ellie talked, floating together in the deep end, occasionally laughing nervously when your feet touched. at some point you began a game of tag, running across the shoreline and splashing water in each other’s faces. it was all innocent and gummy, all of the panic that was usually stuck in ellie’s head dissipating for a brief moment in time as your bodies became silhouettes to those on shore. 

your body had grown tired and asked ellie to come get another beer with you, she smiled and agreed, wiping her wet hair from her face. 

“do you think sean will be mad?” she questioned as she watched you open the cooler again, pull out two bears, hand one to her, and sit on the picnic table. you pulled your towel out of your tote bag and wrapped it around you, tapping the place beside you for ellie to sit. 

“i don’t care if sean gets mad,” you opened your beer, clinking your glass with hers as you wrapped your towel around her back, both of you now sharing the terrycloth, “it’s so fucking stupid.” 

ellie’s face was warm again as the wet skin of her shoulder burned against yours, “it is stupid.”

“it is,” you reiterated, taking a swig, “he probably thinks i’ll corrupt you or something.”

“he might,” ellie chuckled, “i can be corrupted, i’ll be honest,” she shrugged, taking her own swig of her beer, “maybe you will corrupt me.”

you looked over to her, smirking slightly as your voice went low, “you flirting with me, williams?” 

her throat felt tight.

“maybe i am,” she leaned closer, “is that a bad thing?” 

you pursed your lips, looking back out at the water and taking another sip of your beer. ellie’s eyes flicked down to your lips briefly. what was happening to her? 

“not a bad thing no,” you giggled, “thought i was…off-limits.”

“you are… but i feel like you don’t exactly mind.” her voice was low, an innocent smile plastered on her face, “do you mind?”

you leaned in a little too close for her liking, breath blowing puffs of air over her lips as you spoke. behind the two of you fireworks went off in the distance, scattering hues of blue, silver, and red across the sky, “i don’t mind.”

ellie was fucked. 

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[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_you’ve been lost for a day, and Miguel is worried. And it’s all because you’re not a science girl, thankfully your boyfriend is there to help you with your biochemistry class. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_age gap not specified (I’m 19, I can’t help it), idiot lovers, implied sex, fluff, Miguel best bf, civilian! shy! Insecure! reader, implied Mexican reader. 𝐀/𝐍_this is based on my favorite song of the movie, hummingbird. Listen to my playlist tho <3

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist. ✰ Index (+ fics here)

Hi, I might be busy, but leave a message. Love u…. *beep*

Miguel smiled, thinking the love u you had as a voicemail was only for him.

But soon he grew irritated. You hadn’t answered your phone for the whole day. You hadn’t even touched the device he had created for you to contact him through his gizmo.

“Why the sad face? Is it because your girl hasn’t answered?” Lyla asked appearing beside him. Miguel only eyed her.

“No.”

“Mmh… Even civilians have busy lives. Just because they aren’t spiders doesn't mean they don’t have responsibilities” the AI said trying to do a wise tone.

“I know, Lyla.” Huffed Miguel, clearly annoyed.

“Well. Then don’t worry, boss. Your girl is okay” You were smart, and Miguel knew you were fine. It only was strange, because you always answered.

“Oh, Peter and Gwen asked permission to come and see you” Once again, he rolled his eyes. Miguel could already hear a silly comment coming from Peter and Gwen cheering him.

“Tell them to be quick”

“On it, boss” With that Lyla disappeared.

Miguel could not wait to leave the HQ and call it a day.

…

By the time the sun was about to start fading, Miguel was able to finish a mission and report and leave everything ready for the next week. The HQ was okay and all the anomalies were safely contained.

He knew it would be easier to find you with his suit.

Most of the people in Nueva York lived in apartments, futuristic and minimalistic ones. Miguel lived in one of those. Until he met you.

Not so long ago, when an anomaly was causing chaos, he saved your life. An angry venom was about to devour you when he appeared.

He thought you were a kid. But later he learned it was your first year of college just when he was finishing his Ph.D...

Long short story, both fell in love at the very beginning of summer, but he waited.

He waited until turned twenty to be your boyfriend. Because your mother disapproved of him.

Your house was in a decent neighborhood. The street had these rectangular houses that were built upside down with long crystal windows and terraces as rooftops.

But you weren’t there.

Your window was open, but no signs of you.

“Damn it, where are you, y/n?” He mumbled, hanging from his bright web in your window.

Huffing, he activated his mask again and started balancing across the city.

He even thought about calling your father. As the man seemed to tolerate Miguel; offering beers and exchanging tastes in music at every gathering. But your boyfriend knew he didn’t have to worry.

Although Miguel didn’t possess a spider-sense, he knew you were not in danger.

And he almost missed to see your tiny silhouette.

He stopped on the balcony of an apartment complex.

The smell of coffee invades the whole avenue.

Your seating, alone. There’s a cup beside your laptop and a book is splayed. You seem very concentrated. Miguel thinks your furrowed brows and hand under your chin are cute.

Peace floods him after finding you.

Relief assaulted him when you started collecting your belongings. You thank the waitress and you leave, putting on your earphones, and carrying your big tote.

So he smirks.

You are humming one of your favorite songs, and finally, you finished all the modules of all your classes.

You can’t wait to go back home and call Miguel. You had missed him so much and-

“What the hell?” You yell as you are pulled towards an alley.

Miguel is there. Suit on, imposing height coming closer to you.

You cross your arms over the red shiny web around your waist.

“Oh look… You don’t own me from Lesley Gore started playing” you say with sarcasm, showing him your phone.

“You didn’t answer any of my calls” Deep down, you knew he was worried. And it made you feel guilty.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with school” Suddenly, Miguel remembered you had started a new college semester. And everything made sense.

“Tough course in specific?” He asked, his mask disappearing to your eyes, meeting his gorgeous face.

“Uh—, actually… yes”

“Why you doubted?” You blushed. And more embarrassed you felt.

“I was struggling and I didn’t want to ask for help. Especially to you” Miguel was confused. His web let you go, but he came closer to you. The way he was so tall and broad made you feel like a rag doll, always having to look all the way up to him.

“And why is that?”…”

“Silly me completely forgot the biology of drugs was biochemistry in disguise” Miguel laughed. He actually laughed and to that point, you were red like a beetroot.

“You’re so stubborn, muñeca” The music had stopped at that point. Putting your phone inside your bag was a good idea to avoid his deep gaze.

“What? I don’t want you to know how much of an idiot I am. I’m not a science girl and you know that…” Miguel stopped smiling.

You had said in the past that you were ashamed. Because you weren’t special like him. You were just a normal girl living a boring life. While he was Spider-Man, he was the leader of a whole group of people like him. He had a job besides that. Miguel was successful, and you were soon to become something. Yet, you were lost.

“We’ve talked about this, y/n. I’m not with you for pity or something. I just happened to fall in love with the most sweet and caring woman I met in the middle of chaos” he had mentioned his late daughter. The mother wasn’t in the picture. Miguel never knew who was his partner in that universe.

And yeah, on Earth-929, he had seen this woman named Dana, but it didn’t last. He never felt in love.

“I know, Miguel. I know that very well, bebé” You pull him closer to you, and immediately your lips welcome him. He closes his eyes and completely leans towards you.

After missing you the whole day, he melts in your lips, savoring each second his skin is on yours. Allowing himself to feel happy.

“I would still look like a bimbo if you ever tried to help me” he laughed, a long laugh, before venturing again into your soft lips.

“Then I’d look like a himbo if you introduced me to arts and literature” both of you giggle, hugging in the middle of a dirty alley.

“Your parents are out?”

“Yeah. They went to visit my abuelita for the weekend. She’ll come next week so I declined the trip to stay and learn about enzymes” Your man nodded.

“I’ll take you home. And I’ll stay with you these days” The news made you really happy. Miguel had stayed with you before. But most of the time it was just a single night. You barely visited his apartment.

“Wait till my parents find out” As you giggle, he rolls his eyes.

“We can keep it a secret”

“Oh, so romantic of you” Miguel feels like a puppy when you start smooching his cheeks. He said he would never grow a beard because he didn’t like it. You had said loved him however he decided to look, but honestly, you really loved his clear face.

“Just for you, mi vida” When you met him, he was this grumpy giant who hated physical contact. Now, he was still a grumpy giant but loved physical contact, just yours of course.

“Wanna go watch the sunset?” He asks holding your waist. You nod, you would never say no.

“Hold tight” his strong arm envelopes your hips, and you hug him so tightly. And the pressure of being lifted appears suddenly, startling you.

As Miguel starts balancing across the city, he notices your head buried in his neck, which makes him smile under the mask.

“This isn’t new, muñeca. You are missing the view” Slowly, you open your eyes, but you don’t dare to move your head, the wind obstructing your view, but across your stubborn hairs, you can see Nueva York.

The lights of the cars, every single highway, the sounds of news on big screens. But the most beautiful view is Miguel and you and his arms. Every skyscraper is a mirror for you and your boyfriend. You can see how small you look compared to him.

As you start approaching your neighborhood, you have to close your eyes again.

You can feel how hard he loves you by the way he holds you as if his life depends on it.

“I don’t like the way my stomach churns every time we do this” you admit on his ear.

“Good to know we are already here, bebé” Pink, purple, orange, and yellow make your eyes collapse as you encounter the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen.

Miguel lets you go. He lets you walk across the rooftop and appreciates you for some seconds.

“It’s beautiful…” you almost whisper, referring to the sky.

“It is…” but he means it about you.

You were his miracle. A safe miracle that came in the most unexpected moment.

“It’s a fruit punch sunset…” You’re worried because you hear Miguel laughing again, which is weird. You turn around to encounter him smiling at you.

“Really? A fruit punch?” You’re blushing again.

“Okay… It’s a summer sunset” he knows you’re annoyed. Because he laughed earlier and now again.

“I’m sorry, mi chiquita. It’s a fruit punch sunset” he admits hugging you from behind.

His soft hair brushes your temple, and his hands around your stomach make you put yours on top of him.

“I love so much” he whispers.

“I love you too, Miguel” Everything was all too well with you. And he intended to keep it that way.

…

Again, that little scrunch you tended to do once you were stressed or highly concentrated.

“Okay… so enzymes are?…”

“Proteins.” You answer shyly.

“Correct”

“And where does the substrate bind with the enzyme?” He is testing you, and you don’t like it. But it’s for your own good.

“The activate site?”

“Good girl” You send him a bad look and he just chuckles.

“See? You’re not dumb, mi amor. You’re very smart” You bump your head with his shoulder.

Both of you are in the kitchen, on the table actually. All of your books are displayed with notes and pens.

“I really want to be done with requisites” Miguel sighed.

“I had to take three English courses when I was in college, y/n. And believe me, I wasn’t the most brilliant. My essays used to have red marks all over” you giggle.

“I don’t think so, you’re a genius”

“Just because I developed this thing with Lyla doesn’t mean I am a genius,” he said pointing at the gizmo in his wrist.

“Oh, Lyla. I miss her” you admit.

It had been a couple of weeks since you visited the HQ for the last time.

“I can take you next week. Actually, I’m strongly thinking that I might need help with the reports” proving that you were very smart, Miguel remembered the system you developed for the spiders to accommodate the reports filled after an anomaly attack.

“Oh stop it, Jessica said it would be fine”

“Jess had actually stated that having you would be very helpful” It surprised you.

“Really?”

“Yeah. A lot of people like having you around the HQ. Peter’s kid especially”

“Mayday?” Miguel nodded. Remembering how fussy the baby got after hearing your voice in a voicemail you had sent to your boyfriend.

“She’s a newborn, Miguel”

“So? She’s like two months old. She already knows you” you shrug. Remember the time you met Peter and how he told you his wife and he wanted to have a kid. A couple of weeks later he broke the news and you had crocheted the baby’s first plushie. A pink little spider girl.

“I love Mayday but don’t use her to make me your assistant” Miguel kissed your nose.

“Why would I do that, mi vida?”

“Because you’re a cheeky asshole” breaking a record, Miguel was laughing again.

“Ay, corazón. No seas así”

“I’ll think about working more time at the HQ. Qué tal?” He nods.

“That would make me very happy”

“Nah, you just want to have me around like your rag doll” Miguel smirked, so you gently punched his chest.

“I’m not in the mood to keep learning about DNA, enzymes, and monosaccharides” you admit rolling your eyes and pushing your head back in the chair.

“Well, I’m in the mood to teach you anatomy now” Your eyes widen, and you start giggling.

“Fine. But not on the couch. Last weekend Mom was this close to finding my ripped panties under the pillows” Miguel couldn’t help but laugh at your index and thumb almost brushing.

“Don’t worry. I won’t throw away your panties. But for sure I’ll rip them apart”

“See? Cheeky asshole”

“I’m just being honest” You would never get tired of how serious Miguel sounded every time. Even when he was saying nasty things. It was in his nature to be sassy.

“Yeah, yeah. Now take me to bed and do what you’re good at” Carrying you in his arms, he hurried to take you to bed.

He gently placed you over the sheets. And before anything, he made sure to show how much he loved you. By kissing your lips like he always used to.

“Miguel?” You ask suddenly.

“Yes, preciosa?”

“I think I forgot everything about steroids… Oh no,” you want to face-palm yourself.

“It’s okay. I’ll make you remember everything, muñeca” As his kisses traveled through your jaw and neck, you relaxed. Finally, let the heat flow across your body.

“First thing, steroids help growth energy, metabolism, and reproduction, bonita” reproduction, naughty ideas start to cross your mind.

Like the morning your parents left to get some things for a gathering, and he had you sweating and crying under him on your floor carpet. But beyond that, you only have eyes for your Miguel. The only thing you seem to need in life.

Your strong and beautiful geneticist boyfriend.

You are unsure of how you ended up by his side. Dating the infamous Spider-Man, visiting the HQ of the Spider Society, and dealing with everything all together.

And he held you tightly the whole night.

Even when things would change in less than a year. With new piers joining, Miguel growing obsessed with keeping in harmony the spider-verse, grieving his past. And how he would traumatize a teenager in hopes of saving everything. Miguel would see you dying thanks to the spot, and the only way of preventing that was making you a spider too. The changes after that would be big. Even with all of that, both of you thought the same; you were in the correct pair of arms, and hopefully, you’d stay long. If not, forevermore.

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[amoebagrl]

“i wanna be the one you think about at night”

college au!abby anderson x hyper fem!reader

abby keeps seeing this cute girl all over campus, and when she goes to the first lecture in her new class she finally gets to talk to you!! ♡

warnings: none except for abby being whipped for 30 minutes straight

wc: 735

part one of two

an: my first fic on a new blog!! how exciting ♡ so sorry this is so bad, i’m a little nervous to write 😭 also this is alittle loser!abby oops! song is flaming hot cheetos by clairo!!

not proofread!

(basketball!abby created by the lovely @elsweetheart)

grunting, as she sets down her heavy backpack, she sees you standing in the doorway

you’re the mystery girl. her mystery girl.

you’re just walking into the class, anxiously searching for a familiar face when you lock eyes with her. you’d seen abby anderson before, i mean, she’s the captain of your university’s basketball team.

you quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone else you knew, but ultimately decided on taking a seat next to her.

“hi!” you quickly smile and wave, setting down your pink tote bag at the seat right next to hers.

“oh, um hey” she says, freaking out internally “you’re y/n right? i’m abby” she asks, smiling. “yeah, i am” you laugh “you play basketball here, right?” you question

“yeah- um i do. i’m the captain actually” she clears her throat. what. the hell. she knows me?!?? stay calm abby.

“cool! i’ve always wanted to see you guys play but just haven’t really gotten a chance” you admit, sheepishly, toying with the trim of your baby pink sweater

“i mean, we have a game tomorrow night… that’s if you want to come, of course” “really? i’d love to come!” you chirp

“if you’d want to go earlier i could- i could pick you up, like when i’m on my way… like you could watch us warm up and everything. it sounds boring so if you wouldn’t wanna-“ “yes! omg of course that sounds fun!” she freezes for a second, almost shocked at the fact that you’d even want to see her play

“really?” “yeah” you grin. she’s kind of cute you think to yourself

she stands there for a second, and then fumbles for her phone “can i have your number? so i could text you all the times and… stuff” “sure!” you pull out your phone, which has a baby blue case with little bunnies on it, “here” you take her phone, typing in your number and adding your name, with a little ‘♡’ after it

she hands you your phone back, with her contact now saved “so i’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?” “yeah!” you blush, and turn to take out your laptop

that whole afternoon, she stares at your contact in her phone, drafting about 101 texts she doesn’t dare send.

unbeknownst to her, you’re doing the exact same thing.

the next day your phone ‘dings’

abby: hey, is 4:30 alright? i have to get there earlier and stuff

you: yeah that’s perfect! :) this is my dorm btw

*1 attachment*

abby: i’ll see u then

you: see u!! ♡

a heart???? does that mean anything?? she thinks, mind racing.

you panic, checking the time. “ITS ALREADY NOON?? I NEED MORE TIME TO GET READY” you squeal, alerting your roommate, dina, who was in the middle of doing some homework

“oooo getting ready for who??” “you’ll never guess. not in a million years?” “who?!” ellie, dina’s girlfriend, asks sitting up from dina’s bed “um how long have you been here?” you ask the auburn haired girl, startled. “ummm too long. anyways who is it??” “abby anderson.” you say, quietly, almost in a whisper.

“abby… anderson?” she asks, brows furrowed. “yes… sorry els i know you hate her or whatever” you wince “hate is an understatement. did you know what she said to me in freshman gym??” “ellie, please” dina warns, clearly having heard this story plenty of times

“yeah fine” she shrugs, pulling the duvet back over her head.

“okay so where is she taking you??” dina asks, turning to face you. “well… to her game tonight. it’s not a date or anything!” you say, ignoring the brunettes eye roll “that’s very boring. anyways you should wear that new jean skirt you got last week” “i was thinking of wearing that! with what top though? the pink one? “that’s really flowy?” “yeah!” “and then the white sweater over it!”

“dina. you are literally my fairy godmother” she shrugs off your compliment, “i’m just that good” she brags.

you nervously sit on the edge of your bed in the shared dorm, as ellie and dina already made their way to some party

two sharp knocks on your door echo through the room and you quickly sit up and make your way over to the door, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and you turn the knob.

the door swings open, revealing the muscular blonde in front of you.

“wow.” she breaths out

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[vvenus-child]

❀ an: hi! this is my first fic published on tumblr! fluffly all the way. My AO3 where you can leave kudos. I write from multi fandoms such as ACOTAR, Dramione and Original works ❀ Tags: Carmen Berzatto; Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

She had ladybugs earrings. It wasn't the first thing Carmen noticed about her, no. But it was something he came to associate with her.

At a random Thursday, Sugar and Syd had ripped him a new one about not updating the restaurant's Instagram from all things. So when he had a moment of quiet where he couldn't sleep because his head was so full, he thought it would be a nice idea to use social media for work. He opened the app, unfamiliar with all the options and the immense number of notifications. The latest one was a tagged picture from a dish they had served for some customer. She had tagged the account with a simple caption "best meal I had in this city. My compliments to the chef - however they are!" with a string of emojis he sure did not even fathom to understand.

So Carmen did what he thought was the greatest management of social media ever: he commented "tks :)" under it.

A few hours later a still insomniac Carmen heard a ping from his cellphone. A direct message from Instagram made him frown and scowl a bit. It said "hi!!!! I love your place! do you guys work with delivery or take out?". Minutes passed and he did not answer. He was tired and confused to why someone would be asking this at 03am via a social media profile.

Another ping rang.

"Sorry, it's just I work late nights and your place is my fav in the city. I'm new here, don't know many places yet. Thank you xx"

He fumbled a bit in his bed before answering. A touch of nostalgia for Mike's old way of dealing with The Beef tried to take a hold of his heart. He made sure to snuff it out before typing it quickly.

"No we don't work like that anymore"

And he swore in a low voice.

"Look for Richie tmw say Carmen told u so"

The next day Carmen wanted nothing more than to hide in the fridge and die freezing. The night was so exhausting, someone had burned their food, plates were dropped, Syd had a bad case of allergies, Tina was in a fucking bad mood. The texts were the last thing on his mind when Richie came screaming from the front.

"Yo, cous, some chick looking for you. Said you were the social media manager. Didn't know we were using instagram to hook up now", he laughed and slapped Carm in the back.

"Fuck off, Richie"

Carm walked to see a round face looking back at him. She had dark, long curls around her face. Although her skin was darker than his, he still could manage to see the dark circles under her eyes. She had an apologetic smile and a few Tupperware containers that were not that hidden on her tote bag.

"Sorry! Hey! We spoke on Instagram last night? You said I could look for you? Sorry I'm late, had to extend my shift a bit and some more" she babbled for a few seconds, hands flying off while she talked. He could see the dark pink stain on her cheeks. "It's okay if you guys are closed! I didn't even look at the time when I got out of home,I’m so sorry."

Carm wanted to laugh at how much this girl apologized - he didn't of course, because then he would be the one blushing. She managed to look even more embarrassed than he was in social situations. He decided to take her out of her misery and told her that it was okay. He was the chef and no, it was okay, truly. It was not a problem to help her with a take out. Yes, he understood late nights very well.

Carmen didn't actually know what made him make this one exception to this customer. They still didn't do take outs, but something like kinship rouse in him when she said that it was her favorite place and she worked crazy hours. Maybe he felt he could build a place with as much heart and tradition as Mike, on his own way. So everyday she would come by, sometimes a bit after they had closed, sometimes on the rush hours - then she would wait on one of the tables or eat there. Richie started to yell at the back "Cous, your girl is here" one day, much to Carm dismay.

"She is not my girl, fucker"

"Then why does she ask for you everyday, huh?" he would say with his comically raised eyebrows, "can I ask for her number then?"

For some reason Carmen wanted to punch him in the throat. It did need a lot of reason most days.

"No, you can't. She is a customer and you don't ask customers for their numbers".

Richie left him with a knowing smile.

They never chatted much about deep subjects, if it was a slow day here, if she was dying of a heartburn because of work related stress there. She was also not an adventurous eater. The same order most days. Carm noticed that day she would wear the same ladybug earrings everyday too. They also shared cigarettes breaks on the regular. I'm a reluctant chainsmoker since 16, she told him once with a shy smile. Only watermelon one's thought, Marlboro's light too.

He had laughed at her for that. Flavored shit, really? What's next? Smoking the stupid pens?

Then they bonded over their disgust over electronic cigarettes that day.

Once he caught her helping out customers choose their meal when the staff was too busy with a problem. One day when she bought a group of friends someone had to call Carm from the kitchen. He was smelling of grease, hair dirty and his apron had stains of food in it. He didn't know it was her, it was lunchtime and one of the cooks had not shown up. His cheeks grew hot when he saw her, lips red and eyes lined with dark colors, a brown coat over the chair. She didn't have her earrings this time. A golden chain with a cross dangled from her neck to her cleavage. He was caught staring by one of her friends, who asked "so you are the chef friend?". Her make up did little to hide her blushing.

The time she did not pick up her dinner, Carm got anxious. He asked Richie for her number, because of course he had it. He debated if he should text.

"u ok?", he did. 

When he didn't receive an answer, he showed up at her door with dinner in his hands. It was only a few blocks away, right? He got her address from the receipt, it wasn't creepy, right?

"You didn't show up, I brought you dinner", he said breathlessly.

It was definitely creepy, Richie laughed when he told him.

After that he would sometimes bring her dinner. She would bake him something, make him taste it - and everyone else too, no, he truly wasn't special, Carm tried to tell himself.

One day she asked him if he wanted to come in. He didn't, at least not a first. No, he had to get back to the restaurant, really. No, it wasn't because of her. Sorry, no- yeah- I- Uh, I-I got to go.

They would text each other. He was terrible at it, as always, but he initiated after feeling bad for not tasting the cake she had made him.

The first time Carm kissed her it had been over a year from the instagram message. They were in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor and she was cleaning some dishes. He had said something under his breath that made her laugh so loud the sound had echoed the whole room. He felt his heart squeeze inside his chest like a vise. Mike's words played over and over in his head "let it rip".

Carmen had not planned to kiss her that night. When she asked him to help close, so Tina could leave early, he accepted. Having her around wasn't a bother. When cleaning a particularly sharp knife she had cut her finger. His first instinct was to help and not curse her for the carelessness. Still, he didn't kiss her at that moment.

When they had finished, almost out the door, he pulled her by the neck pushing her back against the counter.

Her mouth felt like water after a long trip to the desert.

She was using her ladybug earrings. 

She tasted like vanilla and chocolate. 

[formulaa-1]

Helloo

Can u do a social media au with female formula one driver

x

Lando

Daniel

Marcus

Charles

Pierre

with one of these drivers please💞💞💞

I think you should do all of them 🤣🤣 but do it with whoever you want if you decide to do i just really like your insta au's

(heyyyy!! I haven’t done a lando insta au yet so I decided to go with him !)

Instagram au🤘🏼

fem!driver!reader x lando Norris

your mclarens new second driver for 2023 and fans suspect you and lando have something going on…

y/nusername

y/nusername: end of an era but a start of a new one…I’m beyond excited to be racing with McLaren in the 2023 season 🧡

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landonorris: excited to be racing with u !

y/nusername : thankyou lando 🫶🏻

y/nracing4eva: I’m so exited for the 2023 season omg😩😩

User468: just me who thinks that lankd commenting is a bit sus ?😏

fanofnumber4: I was thinking the same thing!

user33:new grid couple…?👀👀

McLaren: 💪🏻🧡

user3792: AHHHHHH!!!

lando.jpg

lando.jpg: there’s 2 decent ones in there

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norrislando_fans: Y/N ???!!

user389: they gotta be dating surely ??!

fannofy/n5: or they’re just friends like him and Daniel was …?

mcalren4eva: I personally think they’re dating but they could just be friends

ricrodeofan: I miss Daniel and lando together but im excited to see y/n and lando this year !🫶🏻

user128: I AM SO READY FOR THIS SEASON😍

landoandy/n: y/n and lando together for this season… GET IN

f1dailyupdates

f1dailyupdates: lando recently made a new post on his .jpg account and uploaded a picture of his new teammate y/n …thoughts?

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norrisy/n4: he like never posts girls on his .jpg account so I’m praying him and y/n are actually a thing 😍🙏🏼😩

username_y/nishot: okay but y/n looks hella good on this photo😍😍

user3738: landos so lucky 😩😏

y/n_mcalren4492: her lil tote bag 🥹

landooofan268: okay but lando+y/n =perfection

username_a189: this.

(Authors note- this is a bit sloppy but I’m super busy today so it was really rushed <3)

[moodywyrm]

OKAY (chubby gf for all 🤭)

#1

going to the beach with sevvy!!! wearing a cute frilly pink bikini and a cute sunhat, only carrying your lil purse,, meanwhile sevika is the definition of tall dark and handsome, hair tied up with some scary sunglasses, wearing a black sports bra-esque top with black trunks. and ofc she wouldn’t let you do the heavy lifting because you never have to get your hands dirty when she’s around :(. so she’s carrying the cooler, a beach tote, the umbrella, the blanket, the chairs, and a backpack for extras, not struggling one bit hehe,,

nd of course she sets everything up, making sure you have everything you need before finally relaxing and watching you read your book!!!

at some point you get bored and get up, wandering off to the ocean to find some seashells to bring home and some decorations for a sandcastle (coming soon) ! and sevika was closing her eyes for a minute, and when she reaches over to hold your hand (bc she cannot keep her hands off of you for longer than a couple minutes), she freaks out bc WHERE tf did you go and WHY didn’t you tell her???

so she scans the beach, thinking you just wanted some ice cream but no, she sees you at the edge of the water collecting some pretty seashells and her heart melts :((( nd she gets up, hurrying over bc she started to notice all of the horny men staring you down, wrapping her arms around you from behind and giving you a big smooch on the cheek!!!

how dare u make me think about sevika all sun-warmed and in nothing but trunks and a bikini top. how dare u. im gonna start clawing up carpet.

beach day with sevika!! I'd melt man, she'd be so sweet!! I'm a firm believer that she's a Rottweiler Gf: aka, everyone thinks she's super gruff and mean, and sometimes she is, but she's also such a sweetie and a clingy baby <3

so when you're at the beach with her, she does Everything for you. carries everything from the car except for your bag, which you took with you. she lays out your towel for you, setting up your umbrella and letting you sit down while she grabs everything and sets up for you two. watching her carry the cooler, her muscles flexing, it's such a sight <3 she's so pretty, being all sweet and providing <3 but you want to do something for her!!

Sevika, for whatever reason, strikes me as the kind of person who hates putting on sunscreen. Even if she knows she needs to, she hates it and tries to get out of doing it all the time. So she kinda freezes when you go, "Vika, c'mere, I gotta put sunscreen on you!"

She stares at you for a second before going, "Ah, it's okay, doll, I'm good."

"Absolutely not. It's hot as hell and you're in the sun, I don't want you getting sunburnt. Come here."

And you're so stern about it she's like yes ma'am.

That's how she ends up sitting criss cross applesauce in front of you, letting you rub sunscreen onto her exposed skin after you already rubbed a copious amount onto her legs. And she's honestly ... not that mad about it? Like at all??? The feel of your hands rubbing the cream onto her skin, taking special care to guide it under the edge of her swimsuit and getting every inch of exposed skin, is so sweet and soothing, she could get used to this. Plus, just the image of you kneeling behind her in a lil swimsuit, your delicious thighs out and shimmering from the sunscreen, miles and miles of gorgeous, soft skin accentuated by the perfect shade of pink for your skin tone, your tits almost spilling out of the top .... yeah, she could really get used to this.

After you rub the sunscreen in, she lays down on the big towel, closing her eyes as you start reading your book. She's got one arm slung over your waist, occasionally taking a peek at you until she's just openly staring at you. And she looks so intense, so focused on you and your body, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Quit staring, stink."

"What, can't stare at my girl now? 'thought you liked it when I stared at you," and now she's leaning up over you, smirking down at your flustered form.

"Baby, no. We're in public."

"Fine >:("

She is such a stink, but she lays back down and actually closes her eyes, content with laying next to you. She dozes off a little bit, in that hazy space between consciousness and unconsciousness. When she snaps out of it, she realizes that you're not next to her anymore. Or, anywhere near her.

She sits up abruptly, frantically looking around for you, until she spots you at the edge of some tide pools.

You're kneeling sifting through shells and lil bits of sea glass, so engrossed in your work that you don't notice Sevika coming up behind you until she's kneeling at your side. She places one hand on your lower back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Mm, you had me scared for a second, didn't know where you were," the words are soft and mumbled into the warm skin of your shoulder, her hand moving from your lower back to curve around your waist.

"Sorry, 'Vika, was just looking for stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Stuff! Like, seashells and sea glass and stuff that washes up, thought I could take them home." And you look so cute, your eyes are all shiny and dolly, you skin all warmed and sunny, she can't help but press a kiss to you lips.

"You're like a lil seagull..."

"A seagull? >:("

"A cute one."

Little do you know that there was a group of like three guys watching you from a little further along the beach, ogling you and being really fucking gross. Sevika, on her way over to you, glared at them and flipped them off. They practically ran for the hills, because who wouldn't be intimated by a tall, buff as all hell woman with the worlds most intense resting bitch face.

Also just, she loves how gentle and sweet you can be. She knows she's gruff, she's mean, she's perceived as a bitch. And she doesn't know what she did to deserve someone as good as you, but she's glad she's glad she did. It all hits her when she's wrapping her arms around you on the beach towel, watching you as you talk her through your little collection of things. she's just so in love it makes her feel weak <3

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part four

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“Please don’t tell me Jason bit someone again-”

“Are they okay?” Leo asked, pushing passed an exhausted looking Will and scanning the infirmary. There was only a bored looking Ares kid playing with a lighter in the corner as Austin put a bandage over his broken nose. “Where are they?”

Will waved his hand casually and motioned to the door at the end of the room, “High on drugs, we had to sedate them to stitch it all back together. They just woke up.”

Leo had already pushed past him, tripping on a stray bandage and peeking behind all of the plastic curtains in the back room. One of the daughters of Hecate was reading a comic, their skin a bright purple, but there was no one else, until-

“Drewy, Suey, Flooy, Pooey, hey! We should call you Nancy Drew, except you’re not smart enough to be- Ow!”

“I could be a detective if I wanted to.” Drew shot back, and Leo peeked around the curtain, watching as the girl picked some dirt from beneath her nails. “I just don’t care enough about other people's problems.”

The patient, whose bed she was sitting on, stuck their tongue out. “You can stop showing off that you’ve still got nails and shit, Nancy Drew-y, Suey-”

“Holy shit, you're awake! Are you okay?” Leo asked, stepping forwards, but once he got to their bedside, he wasn’t really sure what to do with himself. He just hovered, giving them a weak smile. 

“Fine,” they waved their hand, which was bandaged heavily, like a big white canvas mitten, a loopy grin on their face. “I’m finey, piney, siney, miney…”

“Stop waving your hand around or Will’ll strap it down.” Drew snapped, and then turned to Leo with a smirk. She picked up a tote bag with Margot Robbie in a pink jumpsuit on it. “Your turn lover boy. Oh, and they aren’t allowed to eat anything, just water.”

“Why can’t-”

There was a crash as they turned to the plastic bag next to them and emptied their stomach of the nine strawberries they’d been able to eat. “Bleurgh…”

Leo blinked. “Oh.”

“Oh it’s you!” They grinned, looking up from the bag of vomit like nothing was wrong, when in fact everything was. “Hey, Drew Suey, look it’s the- oh she’s gone.”

Leo narrowed his eyes at her “It’s the what?”

“The kinda cute and literally can’t fight and, and…I forgot what the last one was guy.”

He felt his heart beating as fast as the machine in the corner, and wiped his hands on his pants with a gulp. They thought he was kinda cute? Him? He [the kinda cute guy] pulled one of the tissues out of the box on the bedside table and leaned forward hesitantly. He thought they’d hate him, he’d got their hand cut off for the gods sake, but here they were calling him kinda cute.

“You got a bit of,” he started motioning with the tissue to their face, but was only met with a blank look. He just sighed and wiped the pink stuff off their face gently, tossing the tissue in the bin. “There.”

He glanced down at their hand, which he couldn’t even see any of. He felt guilt creep in again. “Is it, is it attached? Did Will fix it, or are you gonna be, like, an amputee?”

They squinted at the wall vaguely, “uh…like, the fingers came off apparently, I dunno, there was a lot of blood. Or strawberries. I love strawberries!”

“I know,” he sighed, trying not to smile at the slightly hazy but innocent expression they had as they cocked their head at him. “I asked if your fingers are back on your hand-”

“Guess what? They came off! Will said that I grabbed a circularlarler saw thingamabob but I’d never do that, I’m not stupid!”

“No way,” Leo breathed sarcastically, and shuffled onto the end of the bed. He watched as they chewed on the fingernails on their other hand and stared out the window absently. “Are… are you okay?”

“I mean my hand kinda yeeted away for a bit,” they started animatedly, “but it’s all better now, Will sewed it back on.”

Leo gritted his teeth, but he wasn’t really annoyed, their excitable face was too cute to be angry at, and he didn’t see it much. Usually they were just waving spears around and glaring at him. 

They tapped his shoulder though, like they just remembered something. “Oh, I forgot, two of 'em decided they didn’t wanna go back on, which is kinda mean of them, but now I got three fingers. But they're the important ones, so it’s all okay.”

He blinked. “All of them are the important ones.”

“Nah,” they waved the wad of padding and plaster in the air casually, nearly knocking it into the wall, but Leo managed to scramble across and stop them from reversing all eight hours of WIll’s work. “I only need the middle one.”

Somehow they hadn’t noticed, or they didn’t care, that Leo was pretty much laying across their lap. 

Instead they just rested the now safe hand on his shoulder and kept talking. “And I don’t need the ring finger, because it’s my right hand, so I can still get married. And who needs their little finger? I can make pinky promises with my other hand!”

“Right,” Leo breathed, his cheeks red as he sat up a little, but the way they were still holding him a little, stopped him [not physically, he just wanted it to stay that way] from moving away. Instead his legs were sprawled across their lap as he sat next to them on the plastic-y bed. 

“Did you know I never break a pinkie promise,” they gasped, like they’d only just found out as well. They extended their left hand eagerly, “I can prove it, gimme a promise. I’ll never break it.”

Leo grinned up at them, ducking his head as he extended his pinkie. “Uhm, I dunno, promise to never grab a circular saw to save my life again?”

They scrunched up their nose, rubbing it a little, “boring, I promise to always save your life again! Ha!”

“Oh, okay…” he pretended his voice didn’t crack as they shook on it.

They smiled at him, then a vague look passed over their face, and they sneezed into his shoulder, only to sneeze again. He watched as they rubbed their nose sniffling. “Why do you sneeze so much?”

“I’m allergic to sawdust.”

Leo’s smile froze, “you’re what.”

“I’m… allergic… to…-”

“Yeah, yeah I get that,” he cut them off. “But why didn’t you mention it? You were in bunker nine for hours! I’m literally always covered in sawdust! I'm like a walking ball of allergies!”

“... But I like hanging out with you.”

“I’m not saying you can’t- wait you like hanging out with me?” Leo cut himself off this time, eyes widening. They liked hanging out with him? And they thought he was [kinda] cute? How lucky could he get?

“Of course I like hanging out with you,” they scoffed, and then smirked in a loopy way that was probably because of the painkillers and everything else in their veins. “You think I'm actually that obnoxious? I just wanted you to argue with me, and I’m actually, like, super duper whooper good at not challenging other people now, I just wanted to-”

A grin wobbled across Leo’s face, and he looked away, feeling his face grow hotter. He poked them in the side gently, “You’re so manipulative.”

“No, I’m a mastermind.” They nudged him back. 

“What if I told you, I’m a mastermind!”

“Jason!”

“And now you’re mine, it was all by design!”

[ryttu3k]

Home again! Goddamn. Amazing.

Line to get in was long, but ended up working out okay for me for a few reasons - most people who got there early wanted the floor, not the seats. A ton of people, when they got in, made a beeline for the merch stands (or bar), whereas I glanced at them, winced at the prices, and decided to think about it a bit longer. And, because I was on my own, there was a single seat front row, near the middle of the central stand. Handy! But yeah, otherwise, get there early to get a good position, especially if you want to be right at the front of the floor.

Set list (with some notes)! Videos uploaded by Maneskondominio on Youtube linked where applicable, plus a couple from other shows. Unsurprisingly, given that this is the Rush! tour, most songs were from that (13, including all five of the new ones). There were also five from Teatro d'Ira vol 1 (Zitti e Buoni, Coraline, For Your Love, I Wanna Be Your Slave, and Il Nome del Padre), and two covers (Beggin' and Are You Gonna Be My Girl). No Il Ballo Della Vita, alas.

Languages: only counting IWBYS once, there were three songs in Italian (Zitti e Buoni, Coraline, and Il Nome del Padre), and seventeen in English. I would have loved to see La Fine or Mark Chapman (especially the former, it's my favourite on the album after Mammamia), but what we did get was damn good.

On to the list! Do not watch the videos if photosensitive. There is a lot of strobing and flashing!

Don't Wanna Sleep

Gossip

Zitti e Buoni (got a huge response from the crowd!)

Honey! (Are U Coming?) (short video)

Supermodel

Coraline

Beggin' (short video - Vic moving through the crowd)

The Driver (video also includes Valentine)

For Your Love

Valentine (see above for video!)

Instrumental thing

Gasoline

A quick pause to move! There was a smaller acoustic stage set up right at the back of the floor area; Damiano, Thomas, and Ethan (with a guitar!) made their way up. This was, most appreciably, only about 5m from where I was sitting ;D (Although I only really saw their backs.)

Trastevere

After this, Ethan left; Damiano said that normally they'd play Time Zone here, but felt like doing something a bit harder, and especially appropriate for Australia - a cover of Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl.

(If you can see me in the video, no you can't ;D)

Back on the main stage, while Damiano and Thomas made their way back, Vic and Ethan did this goddamn cool solo. Can't find a video from last night, but here's one from an earlier performance.

Everyone back on!

I Wanna Be Your Slave

Mammamia (short video, Thomas crowdsurfing)

Off My Face (only their second time performing it live, ever!)

Il Nome del Padre (short video)

Bla Bla Bla (short video of Damiano making out with the blow-up doll someone had been toting around. The video cuts off his words - "I'm 100% that somebody put his dick inside that doll. Um, I kissed it, so. Whatever. I just gave someone a blowjob.")

Kool Kids (with audience members, short video)

Then, for the encore, starts off with Thomas doing a blistering solo. Again, no videos from last night, so here's an earlier one from Milan.

The Loneliest

I Wanna Be Your Slave reprise (short video of the jump-up part)

Anyway. If you like Måneskin and are ever in a position to see them live? Do it. Do it.

...And yeah I caved and got the tour shirt. Worth it!

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER TWENTY: HE’S A TSUNDERE

POV: Written.

— Word Count: 5.8K

Author’s Note: Sorry it took a week for this update :( But this is a much longer chapter than what I normally write. I hope you enjoy :)

— Anything in regular italics is just Y/N’s thoughts. Things in bold italics is Y/N speaking to Minho telepathically.

Jeongin’s whole body was tense. His muscles were wound so tight he swore if he made one wrong move they would snap. 

“You have some rich friends, Sunbae.” 

Jeongin’s head snapped over to you. You stared back at him with a slightly frazzled expression, shifting the tote bag in your hands. He blinked a few times before turning back to stare at Chan’s and Changbin’s massive condo complex. 

“Yeah,” Jeongin breathed. “Chan’s family owns Bahng Enterprise and Changbin’s family owns Seo and Co.” 

You hummed. “Lily mentioned that before.” You paused for a moment, taking in Jeongin’s handsome side profile. I see why he’s so popular. “You ready to do this?” 

Jeongin took a deep breath, running his hand through his ginger hair. “Yeah,” he said. “But, uh… a little warning? I’m not really on the best of terms with them.” 

You winced slightly at that. “Are you guys going to be arguing a lot or…” 

He shook his head. “No,” he said. “It just might be a little tense. Okay, it’ll be a lot tense. But, I promise I’ll try to make everything go smoothly.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure. “I’m not going to judge or anything. I’ve had falling outs with friends too. I understand how hard it is.” 

Jeongin shot you a small smile which you quickly returned. 

He squared his shoulders. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s do this.” 

The two of you made your way into the building and over to the front desk.

“Visitors for Bang Chan,” he said. “Suit 101.”

The clerk nodded and picked up the phone. She spent a few moments speaking to the person— which you assumed was Chan— on the other side before hanging up. She then handed the two of you temporary visitor passes.

“Enjoy your day,” she said with a polite smile. 

“You too,” the both of you said simultaneously. 

You followed Jeongin towards the row of gold elevators and waited patiently for one to come after he pressed the up button. Your eyes scanned the lobby and you immediately noticed the sheer amount of security guards and other staff there. 

“Security here is tight,” Jeongin said. “Like insanely so. You aren’t allowed anywhere without a keycard or visitors pass.” 

“I’m glad we decided to meet out front then,” you said as the two of you stepped into the elevator that opened. “I would have just tried to head up and get in trouble.” 

Jeongin chuckled, pressing the button for floor ten— the highest floor. “You probably would have been carried out,” he said.

“Oh god,” you groaned. “Knowing you, you’d probably come out and tease me for it. You’d never let me live it down either.” 

“Knowing me?” he asked with an arched eyebrow. “Girl, we've met twice.” 

“You’re best friends with Beomgyu and Heeseung,” you pointed out. “And Jimin has said you can be just as bad as them.” 

Jeongin snorted in amusement. “Of course he did.” 

The two of you hopped off the elevator and started down the grand hallway of the top floor.

You felt so out of place here in your jeans and sneakers. You berated yourself silently, wishing you had worn something a little more dressy or maybe one of the few designer pieces you owned.

I should have let Nicholas dress me up today or something.

Jeongin came to a stop in front of a pair of large cherrywood double doors. You watched him as he stared at the keypad, seemingly contemplating something. A heavy sigh escaped him after another moment before he rang the doorbell. 

Almost immediately, the doors swung open. You couldn’t help but be just the teensiest bit in awe at the man standing in front of you. 

Because Holy shit it’s Hwang Hyunjin— JYP U’s dance team captain and resident “It Boy”. 

You’ve never actually met him in person, only catching glances of him at parties or occasionally in the halls of the university. 

He really is even more gorgeous up close.

Hyunjin’s eyes were zeroed in on Jeongin— who looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

“You know you could have just come in, Jeongin,” a voice said, breaking the award tension building between the two men. 

Bang Chan appeared from behind Hyunjin, shooting you and Jeongin a kind smile. His eyes settled on Jeongin for a moment as he continued, “You know the pin for the keypad.” 

Next to you, Jeongin shifted and shrugged. “I haven’t been here in eight months,” he said. “It didn’t feel right.” 

Eight months? So, they fell out around the funeral?

You shook your head slightly. That is none of your business, Y/N. 

Chan didn’t say anything for a long moment. His eyes scanned slowly over Jeongin, taking him in. A dissatisfied look flashed across for a split second before it was gone. He hummed softly before his focus shifted to you. 

“And you must be Y/N,” he said, reaching out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Chan. Lily talked about you a lot.” 

You shook his hand with a sheepish smile. I’m shaking hands with Bang Chan! you squealed internally. “I hope they were all good things,” you said, doing you best to not seem fazed by the fact that you were shaking hands with the JYP legend. 

Chan chuckled. “They were don’t worry,” he said. He stepped aside, pushing a still silent Hyunjin back gently. “Come in. Felix is in the kitchen right now. He’s making tea.” 

You and Jeongin stepped into the condo’s foyer. Both of you began to take off your shoes as Chan stepped over to grab slippers out of the coat closet. 

“Where are Changbin-sunbae and Seungmin-sunbae?” Jeongin asked. 

You couldn’t help but shooting Jeongin a questioning look, thrown off by the use of “sunbae”. You knew they fell out and all, but that seemed way too formal for people that used to be so close knit. 

“They…” Hyunjin trailed off.

Your eyes connected with his. You could see the pain and grief floating in them.

Chan set down slippers in front of you and Jeongin. “I don’t think they’re coming, Innie,” he said gently. 

“Why?” Jeongin asked. 

Chan grimaced. “It’s hard to explain,” he said. 

“It’s my fault,” Hyunjin said, voice barely above a whisper. “I should have never texted that stupid question.” 

Jeongin blinked a few times, eyeing Hyunjin. “Let me see,” he said. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “Wha—“ 

“The texts. Let me see.” Jeongin held out his hand, waiting for Hyunjin to hand over his phone. 

Chan let out a soft sigh and patted you on the shoulder. “Why don’t you come with me, yeah? We can get whatever you need set up.” 

You looked over at Jeongin. He gave you a small smile and nod. 

“Okay,” you said softly, following Chan towards the living room. 

“Show me,” Jeongin said again, once you were out of ear shot, still holding out his hand. 

“Innie,” Hyunjin breathed. 

Jeongin let out a groan and rolled his eyes. He took a large step forward, reaching into the pocket of Hyunjin’s jeans and snatching out his phone. 

Hyunjin stayed silent as he watch Jeongin unlock his phone with ease and go to the messenger app. He remained silent as he watched the younger boy read over the previous night’s conversation, waiting patiently for him to finish. 

“Okay,” Jeongin said, handing back Hyunjin back his phone. 

“Okay?” Hyunjin asked with a tilt of his head. 

Jeongin simply shrugged. “They can do whatever they want,” he said. “If they want nothing to do with this then that’s fine. At least I know what they think of me now.” 

“They love you Jeongin,” Hyunjin said. “They do. But you know those two. They…” 

“It’s fine, Sunbae,” Jeongin said. He smoothed down the front of his shirt. “But never let them say anything bad against Y/N again.” 

“Do you actually trust her?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Jimin trusts her. She helped him. Plus, she’s done nothing but try to help me this whole week and hasn’t asked for anything in return. So, yes, I do.” Jeongin’s eyes connected with Hyunjin’s. They were only about a meter apart and he could smell the older man’s rose scented cologne. “If you don’t want to be here either then you can leave. You won’t hurt anyone’s feelings.” 

“I want to be here. I want to be here for you, Innie.” 

Jeongin took a small step back and nodded. “Okay,” he said.

Just as the two were about to head towards the living room, the doorbell rung. They shared a look before Jeongin reached over and pulled open the door. He blinked a few times in surprise, the two men in front of him seemingly just as surprised as him.

“Who is it?” Chan asked walking back into the foyer.

“Changbin and Seungmin,” Hyunjin answered, quietly. 

“I thought you weren’t coming?” Jeongin asked, tone coming out colder than he had planned. 

“We never said that,” Changbin said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “We just…” 

“You just what?” 

Chan placed his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder and shook his head. “Let’s not start an argument. Not while Y/N is here.” 

“Ah yes the medium,” Seungmin huffed. 

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin hissed. 

“If you’re going to be rude,” Jeongin said, his tone completely taking on the icy edge now, “leave. Seriously. Y/N is trying to help and if you can’t hold back your snarky ass comments then don’t bother even coming in.” 

“You don’t think this is a load of bullshit?” Seungmin asked. 

“Don’t you think it’s stupid and pathetic to blow something off before even giving it a shot?” Jeongin snapped back.

Jeongin knows he should watch what he says. He knows he should. Seungmin is older than him. He needs to be respectful. But he was way to on edge at the moment to care.

“I get you want nothing to do with me anymore, Hyung,” Jeongin said, his voice smaller now. “So, if this is going to make you uncomfortable then you don’t have to be here. Just stop talking down on Y/N before even getting to know her.” 

Seungmin looked taken back. “I never said—“

“You may have not said it outright but you definitely implied it. And it’s okay. I get it.” Jeongin took a deep breath. “I should get back to Y/N. Felix’s probably talking her ear off.” 

As he walked away, he could make out Chan scolding Changbin and Seungmin quietly. He shook his head a little and stepped into the living room. But, as soon as he did, he was hit by a heavy feeling. 

Jeongin had no idea how to describe it. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling but something was definitely a little off. He looked over to where you and Felix were standing, both of you seemingly a little nervous. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, walking over to you two.

“Minho’s here,” you said. “And he’s not exactly happy.” 

“What? Why?” 

“He’s angry at us,” Felix said, voice weak. “The rest of us. For how we treated you.”

You shifted in your spot, an uneasy look on your face. Jeongin could tell you were looking off somewhere adjacent to him at the moment. 

“Is he saying anything else?” Jeongin asked. “It feels weird in here.” 

Your eyes widened slightly. “You can feel it?” 

“Kind of? It feels… heavy?”

“He has a really strong aura,” you said. “But even so, most people still wouldn’t be able to tell. Do you feel anything, Felix-sunbae?” 

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. “Not at all.”

You scrunched your nose. “Don’t be a jackass,” you muttered. 

Felix and Jeongin shot you looks. 

“Sorry,” you said. “Not you. Minho. Has he always had a smart mouth?” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you do. I get that you’re pissed off but come on.” 

Jeongin stared at you for a moment flabbergasted. “I’m guessing that last part was for him and not us,” he said after a moment. “And yeah. Minho-hyung had always been a smartass.” 

“He said ‘good luck’.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Just ‘good luck’? What does that even mean?” 

“I’ll have to wait and see,” Jeongin said. “He’ll probably do something petty like turn on all the lights again or keep me up all night with his pacing.” 

You huffed out a small laugh. “He said it’ll be worse.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto his face. “It won’t be,” he said. “He’s a smartass, not a straight up ass.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

You, Felix, and Jeongin all looked over towards Chan. Hyunjin, Changbin and Seungmin all stood behind him. 

“Minho-hyung is angry at us,” Felix said. 

Hyunjin blinked a few times. “He’s already here?” he asked.

You nodded and pointed over by the entrance to the kitchen. “He’s right there,” you said. 

“You didn’t have to perform some type of, I don’t know, seance or something?” Seungmin asked. 

You tilted his head at him. “No? He goes wherever Jeongin-sunbae goes most of the time.” 

Jeongin look at you, surprised. “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah. He’s not attached to you or anything but it seems easier for him to stay close to you most of the time. Since you’re familiar.” 

“If he wants to ‘attach’ to me he can.” 

You smacked Jeongin’s arm. “Absolutely not,” you said. “Don’t offer something if you don’t know the implications of.” 

“How bad can it be?” Jeongin asked. 

“It’s awful so stop thinking about it.” 

Jeongin shrugged, plopping down on the love seat. He tugged you gently, coaxing you to sit in the spot beside him. 

“Why is he angry at us?” Changbin asked you. 

You winced. “He’s using some… choice words.” 

“Choice words,” Minho huffed. “Go ahead and tell them what I said. Those assholes deserve it.” 

You blinked at him. “Don’t call your friends assholes.” 

Minho crossed his arms, chains rattling. “They are and they know it. They abandoned him when they all should have stayed together.” 

“He called us assholes?” Chan asked. 

You blinked a few times, eyes tearing away from the disgruntled spirit on the other side of the room. “I said that out loud?” 

Chan nodded. “You did,” he said. “But honestly we deserve it. We were assholes.”

Jeongin just sighed and leaned into your shoulder a bit. “Tell Minho-hyung that all of that isn’t important right now.” 

You nudged him slightly. “He can hear you, dummy.” 

“I am so going to get that kid once we go back to his apartment,” Minho grumbled. 

“Don’t run his power bill up too high,” you giggled.

“Hyung!” Jeongin whined. “Stop fucking with my lights!”

“He’s been messing with your lights?” Felix asked.

“Yes,” Jeongin groaned. “And my water. Plus, he’s been hiding things too. I know you’re there now, why did you have to hide my AirPods?” 

“I didn’t hide them, dumbass,” Minho said. “They’re in the pocket of the shorts you wore yesterday.” 

“He said he didn’t hide them,” you said. “They’re in the pocket of those shorts from yesterday.” 

“Oh,” Jeongin said, slumping slightly. 

“You forgot to add the dumbass,” Minho said. 

You sighed. “And he called you a dumbass.” 

“Love you too, Hyung,” Jeongin said, rolling his eyes. 

Minho grinned. 

“Damn,” you said. “No ‘Love you too’?” 

“He would never,” Felix said. “He’s a tsundere.” 

Jeongin nodded in agreement. You hummed, shifting slightly from Jeongin to set down your tote bag. 

“We can start whenever you all are ready,” you said. 

“Ah!” Felix suddenly exclaimed. “The tea! The brownies!” 

You watched the blond haired man scurry into the kitchen.

“Brownies?” You asked. “As in the famous Felix Lee brownies?” 

Chan chuckled. “So you’ve heard of them?” 

“Lily said they were the best brownies she’s ever had.” 

“Oh trust me they are. I think these are new though. He mentioned something about turtles?” 

“You made turtle brownies?!” You squealed at Felix once he walked back into the living room with a massive tray.

“Yeah,” he said nodding. “I texted Lily last night and asked her if you had a favorite kind. She said you really like them.” 

You clapped your hands together excitedly, leaning towards the coffee table as he set the tray down. “I love them!” 

Felix smiled at you. “I made Hojicha too,” he said. “I thought it would pair best with the brownies since it’s not too sweet.” 

“That sounds great. Thank you, Sunbae.” 

He really is sweet like everyone says, you thought as you watched him pour tea for everyone. 

“He is,” Minho said. 

Your head shot up and you peered at him. “Why are you in my head?” you asked. 

Minho shrugged. “You’re the one thinking out loud, Sweetheart.” 

You glared. Don’t call me that, you grumbled to him. 

He smirked, leaning against the wall he was standing infront of.

“Minho-hyung is in your head?” Hyunjin asked utterly confused. “What does that mean?” 

“Ah,” you breathed. “It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s a part of the ‘psychic’ part of being a psychic medium.” You shifted slightly. “I can usually communicate with spirits telepathically. But sometimes my personal thoughts bleed out into that telepathy and I ‘think out loud’. At least to the spirits I do. It’s kind of like earlier. Sometimes I’ll accidentally speak out loud instead of telepathically.” 

“Can you read our thoughts?” Changbin asked. 

“Nah,” you said. “Only dead people’s don’t worry.”

Jeongin snorted in amusement.

“Though,” you said, “I can usually tell what people feel. I’m also an empath of sorts. Not as strongly as others but I can usually get a gage on what everyone feels.” 

Felix handed you a tea cup and a plate with a brownie on it. You accepted it with a quiet “thank you”. 

“So you can tell me what I feel right now?” Seungmin asked. 

“I think anyone with eyes can tell what you feel right now, Sunbae,” you said. “At least on the surface. It’s extremely obvious you don’t trust me or believe any of this.” 

“I don’t.” 

“Seungmin,” Chan warned. 

You shook your head with a soft smile. “It’s okay,” you said. You took a sip of your tea, humming in content at the taste before setting the cup on the side table on your right. “I’m used to it. I mean I claim I can see dead people. Of course you don’t believe me. Most people don’t at first.” Your eyes connected with Seungmin’s. “So what do you want me to do?” 

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” 

“What will make you believe?” you asked. 

“I…” he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed together in thought. 

“He’s stubborn,” Minho said. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do to make him believe.” 

I’m used to stubborn people.

Minho hummed. He stood up straight from against the wall and walked over towards you, chains scrapping on the ground. 

Next to you Jeongin perked up. “I heard that,” he said. “The chains. Where is he going?” 

You stared at Jeongin. He has to be sensitive to the paranormal. He’s catching way too many things most people wouldn’t. 

“He’s right behind us now,” you said slowly, still staring at the man next to you. 

“Is that why it feels a little cold?” 

You nodded. “Yea-“ 

You yelped as your head was yanked back by a firm grip on your ponytail by something.

Or rather someone. 

You turned around in the love seat and glared up at Minho. “What are you ten?!” you hissed, reaching up to smooth down your hair. ���What the hell was that for?!” 

Minho grinned, his cat like eyes glinting mischievously, and nodded towards the men sitting across from you. Slowly, you turned around and were met with nothing but shocked expressions. 

“They should believe you now,” Minho said. 

“You pulled my hair to prove a point?” you grumbled. 

“Holy shit,” Changbin breathed. He elbowed Seungmin. “You saw that right?” 

Seungmin stared at you owl-eyed. “Yeah.” He sat up a little straighter. “I need more proof though.”

“You just watched her head get yanked back and you need more proof?” Jeongin asked.

“That could be faked obviously.”

Jeongin let out an exasperated groaned.

“I told he’s stubborn,” Minho whispered, close to your ear. You felt a chill go down your spine at the sudden closeness. But, before you could get out even a single word, he started to walk away and over to his original spot.

“Where is he going now?” Jeongin asked. 

“You can actually tell when he’s there or when he’s moving?” Felix asked. 

Jeongin nodded. “I can hear the chains,” he said. “And it’s not cold anymore. It moved.” 

“Chains?” Hyunjin asked. 

But before you could answer, all seven of you were plunged into darkness. Immediately it was followed by the sound of the tap turning on in the kitchen. Several curses broke out amongst the men in the room and there was the sound of panicked shuffling.

“He’s really trying to prove a point, isn’t he?” Jeongin sighed. 

You hummed in agreement. 

The water came to a stop and then the lights turned back on after another moment of silence. Hyunjin and Changbin were now both standing up, terrified looks on their faces. 

“Why do you look so scared?” Jeongin asked, amusement clear as day in his voice. “It’s just Minho-hyung.” 

“How does that not freak you out?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Because it’s Hyung. Why would I be afraid of him?” 

Your eyes focused on Minho, who was gazing softly at Jeongin— a completely new look for the normally agitated spirit. You couldn’t help but smile at that.

You really are a tsundere, you teased. 

Minho shot you a look but there was no strength in it. “Shut up,” he grumbled. 

You giggled and finally took a bite of your brownie. 

Holy shit this is amazing!

“Felix-sunbae,” you said. “Please open up a bakery.” 

Felix looked over at you, still frazzled from what all just happened and nodded slowly. You giggled to yourself again. 

I think he’s still in shock. 

“I think they’re all in shock,” Minho said. “Changbin looks like he shit himself. He’s always been a scaredy cat. Chan is weirdly calm though. He’s usually even worse.” 

Nah. He’s scared shitless. I can feel it.

Minho let out a loud laugh before quickly collecting himself. “That’s great actually,” he said biting back another laugh. “He deserves it.” 

Damn. You that angry at them?

“Yes,” Minho said, his voice firmer now. “They just abandoned each other. They abandoned Jeongin. I’m fucking livid to be honest. If I could, I would punch every one of them. Okay… maybe not Yongbok but still.” 

Yeah, no. Let’s not do that.

“You think I could? I was able to pull your hair. Maybe I have enough energy to punch one or two of them.” 

You sighed, shaking your head at him. Maybe? But I’d rather not find out.

“You’re no fun, Y/N-ah,” Minho said with a teasing smirk. 

“Okay,” Chan said, breaking the silence that had fell amongst the others. “I think that’s enough proof as it is.” He blew out a breath. “Why don’t we officially start this meeting then, yeah?” 

Everyone chimed in with agreements. Hyunjin and Changbin both took their seats. Felix quickly finished handing out the tea and brownies before taking his.

“Two weeks,” Jeongin started but shook his head. “No three weeks ago now," he corrected himself, "I started experiencing weird things in my apartment. The lights and water would turn off and on. My keyboard even turned on once. Small things like a keychain would go missing and then I find them in places I know I didn’t have them. And the pacing. I heard it almost every night.” 

“But how did you know it was Hyung?” Seungmin asked. 

“Beomgyu suggested it. The keychain that went missing? It was the one Hyung got my from Kyoto.”

“The fox?” Felix asked. 

Jeongin nodded. “I found it in the old hoodie of his that I have,” he said. “Then there was one day where I heard humming in my kitchen. It sounded just like him. So when I told my friends that, Beomgyu was also the one that suggested me asking ‘Eris’ for help.” 

“At first I didn’t know Jeongin was associated with any of you,” you said. “Especially Minho or Jisung. So it was an insane coincidence that I happened to see Minho the same day he texted me.” 

“Jeongin mentioned you saw him,” Chan said. 

“It was only for a minute. But when I recognized him, I was really thrown off guard. I had been able to sense him or Jisung at all the previous year.” 

Jeongin twisted towards you, surprised. “What?” he asked. “What do you mean?” 

“I wasn’t in Korea when they went missing,” you said. “I got back a few days after the last search party. So, I went camping in the mountains for a week to try to find them.” 

“You tried to find them?” Hyunjin asked. 

You nodded. “Usually if I concentrate hard enough, I can pin point where people are. Dead or alive. It’s one of my abilities that goes both ways. So, I used flyers and concentrated on what they looked like. Usually I’d be able to track them? It really is hard to explain. It’s more like a feeling than anything else. I walked through every inch of those mountains but I didn’t find anything.” 

It was quiet for a few moments as everyone took in your words. 

Jeongin decided to break it. “Before I knew she was Eris she told me to try a knock method,” he said. “I asked Minho-hyung a bunch of yes or no questions. From what he told me, whatever took them? It wasn’t human. He also told me that he and Jisung-hung had made a contract with something— which Y/N had suspected when I told her about hearing chains dragging on the floor. Whatever they made a contract with wasn’t human either. And that Jisung-hyung is with it.” 

“Wait,” Changbin said. “Contract? What kind of contract?” 

You and Jeongin shared looks. 

“They’re in spiritual debt,” you said. “I haven’t told Jeongin this yet because it just happened the other day but Jisung came to me. He and Jisung made a contract with three things. Well, two things and one living person. They made a contract to be resurrected.” 

“And we were fucked over,” Minho grumbled from across the room. 

You shot him a sympathetic look. 

“Resurrected,” Jeongin repeated, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Is that even possible?” Felix asked.

“No,” you said. “But it’s one of the oldest tricks in the book. A demon or other entity swears it can help resurrect a spirit but in the end they get fooled a usually end up selling their soul instead.” 

“So they sold their souls?” Chan asked. 

“From what Jisung said, it was only supposed to be a quarter. Apparently this contract including some type of trial. First they were supposed to escape from Purgatory. And then they sold a quarter of their souls. But they were lied to. Instead half of their souls got taken.” 

“We didn’t realize it at first,” Minho said. “We signed the contract and it seemed to be okay. But then we had to escape Azrael. That didn’t go so well and we were sent to hell. It took us almost four months to escape. And when we got back, another quarter of our souls were taken.”

“Minho said that they hadn’t realized it at first,” you said. “That the contract seemed to be fine. But when they had to escape Azrael, they failed. They were sent to hell and when they escaped almost four months later, another quarter of their souls were taken.” 

“They had to escape the angel of death?” Felix asked. “And hell?” 

You nodded. 

“How?” the blonde rasped. “How is that even possible?” 

“It was mainly Jisung,” Minho said. “He made a map. It took us probably over a fifty or more tries to get out. But he was able to map everything out.” 

“Jisung was able to map everything out after over fifty tries,” you said. 

Makes a lot of sense. He must of carefully mapped out each level like I did. 

Minho stared at you, shock written across his face. “What?” He asked. 

Shit. He heard me again. 

You just shook your head. Nothing. What happened after that?

Minho squinted at you— obviously suspicious— but continued. “When we escaped we were chased down by hellhounds. Jisung sacrificed himself for me. I was stuck on that mountain while he was sent back to hell.” 

“After they escaped,” you said, “they were chased by hellhounds. Jisung sacrificed himself for Minho and was sent back to hell. Minho was stuck on the mountain.” 

“Stuck on the mountain?” Seungmin asked. 

“Jisung mentioned a binding spell.” You paused, listening carefully as Minho explained. “The living person they made a contract with used a spell to bind those them to the mountain,” you continued when he finished, “so they couldn’t wander anywhere else. But when Jisung manage to escape hell, the hellhounds, and Azrael all for a second time he was also able to break the binding spell that held them there. But when they left they were only able to enter Jeongin’s apartment for awhile.” 

“Why isn’t Jisung here?” Changbin asked. 

“When we managed to escape,” Minho said, “They came looking for us. We were worried they would go after Jeongin. They have this weird… infatuation with him. They talk about him all the time. Jisung went back to them three weeks ago. He stays there to try to deter them off from finding us. They’re afraid Azrael will come for them so, they don’t leave the mountain often and have a bunch of wards to keep him and the hellhounds away.” 

Your eyes widened and you slowly explained to the other six what Minho said. 

“Why me?” Jeongin asked. 

“We don’t know,” Minho said. “Jisung has been trying to find that out.” 

“Jisung’s trying to find out,” you said. And they have wards to keep angels away? Hellhounds sure. But, angels?

Minho shrugged. “I don’t know how they do it,” he said. “One of them is… different. Like completely different. It doesn’t feel dark like the other thing. But it doesn’t feel good either. It’s the one that set up the wards."

Could that be the elemental? Would they be able to ward off angels of all things? 

“So the two of you were in my apartment before three weeks ago?” Jeongin asked, facing directly where Minho was. 

He really can tell where he is.

“He said they were just staying there at first,” you said after Minho finished speaking. “It wasn’t until Jisung went back to the mountain that Minho started to present himself. He was trying to figure out a way to get your attention so you could help them.” 

“Didn’t you have a premonition about Jisung?” Felix asked. “Jeongin mentioned it but he didn’t say what it was about.”

“He’s going back to hell again,” you said grimly.

Minho stood up straight now. “What?” he asked.

“He was being chased down by hellhounds,” you said. “He was close to purgatory and he was trying to make it. But…”

“He doesn’t,” Hyunjin uttered.

You nodded. “I’m not sure when he’s being sent back. I just spoke to him two days ago so he might have not gone back yet.”

“He popped in yesterday,” Minho said. “While Jeongin was in class.”

“And Minho saw him yesterday.”

“Do you think we can help them before he gets sent back?” Jeongin asked. “I know you said it’s dangerous to break a spiritual debt but we have to try right?”

“It is,” you said. “Especially since we ha—“ You shook your head and corrected yourself. “Since I have no idea what I’ll be dealing with.”

“You?” Chan asked. “We won’t let you deal with it by yourself, you know?” 

“For the most part I will be,” you said, voice firm. “Again it's dangerous. Extremely dangerous. It’ll be safer if I go about this mostly myself. Honestly, I mainly just need you all as a connection.” 

“A connection?” Seungmin asked. 

“You were the last people with them before they went missing. Plus, from what it seems you were also the people closest to them. If people with strong connections are present, I might be able to actually not just break the contact but also help them move on.”

“How do you know how to do that?” Seungmin asked.

You took a sip of your tea. “I was practically bred to do it,” you said, a bitterly sarcastic edge to your voice.

“Bred?” Changbin asked.

“My family was very selective with partners for each heir. My mother was married off to a medium in hopes that their child would be one too. It worked to say the least.”

It worked a little too well.

“Jimin said you’re from a family of Shamans,” Jeongin said softly.

More like a cult.

“I am,” you said, “But a lot of my family are also full on mediums or empaths as well.” You let out a soft sigh. “Most of my childhood was spent in training. Cleansing. Banishing. Complete exorcisms. You name it, I could probably do it. So, though it is dangerous, I am confident I can help those two in some way. But, first we need to find their bodies.” Your eyes connected with Minho’s. “Do you know where they are?” 

“A cave,” Minho said. He seemed almost pained saying it. “A cave in the mountains. I… I don’t know which one though.” 

“A cave,” you repeated.

“Does he know which one?” Chan asked. 

“There’s dozens of caves on that mountain,” Changbin said.

“There’s a whole network of them,” Seungmin said.

“He said he doesn’t remember,” you said. “That’s not surprising though. It happens a lot with spirits. They don’t remember certain things about their life or about their death. And a lot of the time, the longer they’re earth bound the more they forget.” 

The guys all shared grim looks. 

“What about the one that’s alive?” Hyunjin asked. “The one they made a contract with?” 

“He lives at the shrine,” Minho said. “He’s not a monk but the caregiver.”

“The shrine,” you said. “He’s the caregiver of the shrine.” 

“That motherfucker?!” Changbin suddenly exclaimed, standing up. 

You tilted you head at him. “What?” 

“He was an asshole,” Felix grumbled. “He barely let us search anywhere on the property.” 

“The cops found him suspicious,” Chan said. “They got a search warrant and they said they turned the shrine pretty much upside down. They didn’t find anything though.” 

“Well,” you said, “I know the first place we’re going.” 

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♡𝘈 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘛𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳♡

Time flew by swiftly and before they knew it, they were walking on the stage to receive their get-out-of-jail-free card. Tears were shed, hugs were shared, but most importantly during their time together, memories were made, long-term friendships were created, and a new line of hardworking adults was born. They all had one thing in common they couldn’t wait for their senior trip. As the ceremony commenced the principal said his final words; hats flew into the sky. The only noise that could be heard was the shouting and cheers of the seniors on the field.

As they were released, a girl was walking with her friend, but she ended up bumping into someone, causing her to fall. She closed her eyes and got ready for impact, but it never came. She then opened her eyes; to her surprise, he caught her in his arm, looking at her. As she looks up, they make eye contact, and it's as if they’d drifted into their own world. As if they were the only ones there until she heard her best friend asking her if she was okay, “Y-Yea I’m fine, no need to worry Renee” she said with a smile. As she stood up looking at the male from before, “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she asked, waiting for a response, "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," the guy said, a hint of a smile on his face. "No harm done. Are you okay?" The girl nodded, still a little flustered from the unexpected encounter. "Yes, thank you for catching me," she said, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Of course," he replied, holding out a hand to help her up. "I'm glad I could be there to help, I’m Christian, by the way." As they stood up, the girl couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach, “U-Uh I’m Rayne, nice to meet you”. She didn't know who this guy was, but there was something about him that made her feel like she’d met him before, like it was deja-vu. “Christian stop flirting and come on. we have to leave so we can finish packing!”, his best friend said to him, trying to hurry so they wouldn’t be late for something for the first time in their lives. Rayne blushed at his comment,” I-I think you should get going, don’t want to keep your friend waiting, do you?” she said with a smile on her face, “Yea, see you around Rayne, here’s my number text me”.

He said while shooting her a smile, turning around to yell at his friend chasing him until his voice started to mix into the crowd of agents. Rayne couldn’t help but smile and think about the boy. She was love-struck, and she’d just met him a total of four minutes ago. “Oh come on he wasn’t even that cute, stop fantasizing, and come on so we can go to my place and finish packing”, said Renee in an annoyed tone dragging her by her arm. “I can walk, you know,” she said, but Morgan ignored her.

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Rayne couldn't help but think about Christian as they continued packing for their senior trip. She kept replaying the moment of their encounter and couldn't believe how quickly she had developed a crush on him. She decided to text him and thank him again for catching her. As they started texting, she discovered they had a lot in common and couldn't wait to get to know him better on their trip. Maybe she’d actually date somebody for once, you never know.

Renee walked out of the bathroom from grabbing her makeup bag to put in her tote bag. As she walked into her room, Rayne could be seen smiling at her phone. Morgan could tell she was texting someone. "Who are you texting?" Renee asked with a smirk on her face. "Just a guy I met earlier," Rayne replied, still smiling. "Oh really?" Renee teased. "Tell me more." Rayne blushed and told her about Christian. Renee was happy for Rayne and excited about their senior trip, which was sure to be full of surprises.

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[charturnus]

okay now I've had time to recover from the absolute brain melting brilliance of that last chaper, I present to you some of my favourite bits🥰 I'm really sorry if this is too much but your fic is like my favourite thing ever

"What are you actually here for? Because I think we both know I'm not looking to start a life of alcohol abuse."  this made me crack up way more than it should have, I love how you stick little funny bits into your writing!

"With a herculean effort, I turn around again, resting my back against the counter, slowly raising my eyes to look back up at her. She gives me a smile for my efforts." RELATABLE, not wanting to look someone in the eyes and Agatha's reaction omggg (also with herculanean effort? i love that and kinda want to steal it)

‘’that’s alright Katie, thank you for apologizing. Are you going to be a good girl and clean it up?’’ 😵‍💫 no words, this but was the beginning of my brain melting

"I pull out the tote bag that I had wedged between the headboard and the wall on my first day at the house. My toy doesn’t look like Kate’s, but it has a suction cup just like hers. This will do." I ACTUALLY HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN FOR A SECOND AND MY FACE WAS ACTUALLY JUST :0

"Mo-mmy-‘’ I whimper, no longer able to contain myself, too far gone to think straight" another moment when I had to put my phone down and give myself a breather, I really hoped it was coming but I did not expect it at all!!

"Wanda’s fingers find their way into my hair, Pepper and Maria continue with their laughter, Agatha winks at me, her smirk clearly showing her approval, and Kate’s fingers creep towards mine across the carpet, intertwining our fingers and squeezing in a gesture of sisterhood. It feels like she’s saying, see? Isn’t this nice?" ily for finishing this of with kneeling lmao but awww how cute!!! I really hope we get to see more of Kate and little dove interacting and becoming friends maybe?

I definitely could have picked out more but I really don't wannna be too much😭

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TOO MUCH???? YOU ASK IF IT IS T O O M U C H??????

TOAST, LOAF, MY BREAD FRIEND!!! I LOVE THIS, IT BRING ME SO MUCH JOY!!! THIS MAKES ME GO !!!!!!!!!!!!!

It literally makes me so happy to see which lines in particular you really enjoyed and why. That kind of interaction just reminds me of why I write. The idea that people read my work and have the kinds of reactions I have when I read things I love is mind-blowing to me. Like... My writing elicits reactions from people???

Thank you again, this is really so precious to me <3

also if you have more to say please don't hesitate because I really do love it

[cyborg-franky]

Heard you were having bad brain times and wanted some silly fun stuff, i gotchu.

How about some stereotypicallly basic white girl things op characters do?

Some ideas(feel free to add your own): loves pumpkin spice everything, says shit like "totes ma goats", lives for drama filled "real tv" shows, wears a pink tracksuit, watches Mean Girls religiously(the movie title is very literal,you don't need to have seen it), listens to Taylor Swift all the time, loves Twilight, eats a bagel for breakfast everyday, planned their outfit based on a white suburban mom's pinterest board

Just some ideas, hopefully this is fun and I hope you feel better soon💜💜💜

With love,

-Zell

May darling <3 I love this idea and I feel better and sorry this took a second.

I hope no one takes offence, I'm white as hell so like.. yes. [also we are all a little white woman aren't we, deep down there's a Beccy and a Karen lurking]

Marco  He’s the bitch that can’t wait for pumpkin spice to come around. He also showed up to Wano 20 minutes late with Starbucks which is pretty white girl of him. His Sphinx outfit looks like a mom coming back from yoga.

Ace Spends too long looking at TikTok. Daddy issues.

Thatch Drinks wine and writes smut.

Izou Goes and gets his nails did but spends the entire time gossiping about the bitch down the street and her shit haircut.

Law Is a huge twilight fan and spends hours online fighting about whose better looking that one guy or the other one guy. 

Rayleigh All around his home is ‘wine o'clock’ -  ‘everything is better with prosecco’ and has those bowls that say ‘bowl ‘plate’ and so on. ‘Live Laugh Love’

Buggy Would murder someone if they messed up his $80 extensions.

Hawkins I can imagine him telling Kaido he can’t go out and kill people because ‘uh don’t you know Mercury is in retrograde? I just can’t babes’

Boa ‘R U OKAY HUN?’ at every vague sounding Facebook post that's like : ( or ‘ugh’

Nami Is the person who posts : ( vague on facebook. Also, she’s a huge Karen, fight me. She would walk up to God himself and ask to see his manager. 

Thatch, Killer, Sanji Could spend hours watching episode after episode of ‘Real housewives of Dressrosa’ and ‘teen mom Grandline’ 

Zoro, Kid Post gym selfies on insta making sure you can see their protein shakes.

Nami, Vivi, Boa, Rebecca Do ‘Zumba’ and won’t shut the fuck up about it and makes it their entire personality for the three months they attend.

Perona ‘This car is powered by fairy dust!’  ‘princess onboard!’ ‘my other ride is a broom’ bumper stickers.

Whitebeard ‘My children are my world’ and the stickers that are stick figure families along the back of his van. Fighting a salesperson who gets paid minimum wage over 10 cents.

Hawkins, Drake, Izou Won’t leave the house before checking their horoscopes. 

Mihawk INSANELY LONG COMPLICATED COFFEE ORDER and will make you make it again if that milk is full fat.

Shanks Woo girl 

Sabo Sticks gum in someone's hair if they even mildly piss him off. Spends $400 on boots and never wears them. Oh, watches you make his drink like a hawk and before you make his second one 'Um excuse me, I ordered TWO drinks' while your still making it.

Queen, Black Maria At a restaurant ordering dessert ‘Oh I shouldn’t’ ‘Oh no babe, you deserve it’ ‘okay, I’ll be a devil and have a piece of that cheesecake’ BOTH GIGGLE

Doffy, Kaido Pink tracksuit bottoms and small dogs in their handbags. Shades and purses that cost more than your house. Roger Takes one sip of a beer  and acts drunk ‘I’m sooooo wasted guys omg’

Franky, Sanji, Roger, Thatch Crying over movies like  ‘Dirty Dancing’ and wishing they could be the girl and the lead guy is so hot omg.

Corazon "I'll just have ONE glass of wine" and the glass is the side of his head. or runs a bubble bath and drinks three bottles but it's not a problem it's self care.

Tag yourselves, I'm Marco with a dash of Thatch.

[miekasa]

mie🥺 can u maybe possibly give us a few connie hcs?? i always thought he was fine but now you got me simping for him 😩

He doesn’t get jealous easily…? But you’ll know when he is, mostly because it’s obvious, but also because he’ll tell you. Once you’re done talking to whoever, he’ll pull you aside and say something dramatic, but also completely serious, along the lines of, “Okay time out. I love you with all of my heart, but I hated that. Think I was jealous, very ugly, two out of ten. Considered going to prison for murder, and I’d look good in orange, but I’d see you less often so I don’t think it’s a great trade off.” Then he’ll pat your head and say, “So, let’s not do that again.”

Tote bag king. To the grocery store, to the mall, to convenience store until it’s full of bizarre chip flavors and seltzer water and snacks way too spicy for him to handle. His tote bag is his most beloved <2

His love for seltzer water is kind of strange. He used to think it tastes like TV static, then he discovered it comes in flavors. Now he treats it like it’s the healthiest, most divine thing in the world (and thinks drinking it with cheeto-dust covered fried chicken wings cancels things out). 

Can be found putting on your clothes when you’re out at school or work. Sends you pics and messages like, “Do these yoga pants make my ass look fat? I think so.” Also he’s stealing your jewelry, even if your rings only fit his pinky finger, he can and will take it if he likes it. 

Dyes his hair pretty often, especially in the summer, since it grows so quickly. He likes doing all the bright patterns and designs, and once even dyed it the greenscreen green just to see if it would work. Spoiler: it did. He trusts you to do most of the bleaching and dyeing process, and claims that his kisses are payment for your services. 

Messing with you is kind of his love language, leaving you to be in peace would simply mean that he doesn’t love you and that’s not true so <3 he must bother you. Tilts your head back when you’re watching TV and laughs, tugs at your ear when you’re sitting next to him, taps your shoulder when he’s walking by you, blows at your hair to make it move, photobombs all your pictures. He does not know how to leave you alone <3

He records you like the mom in mean girls whenever he can. He’s the loudest person in the audience at any event you have, at your birthday dinner he’s shoving his phone in your face and smushing your cheeks, randomly films you when you two meet up. Can be found very loudly cheering, “That’s my girl!” in the background of all of these videos. 

If you like to wear skirts or dresses, beware, he is a skirt flipper. He only does it get a rise out of you, and he thinks it cute when you scold him for it. He doesn’t do it when there’s other people around to see (because why would he risk anybody else seeing), but when the opportunity arises, he’ll be the first to take it. 

Sets your ringtone as something completely obscene and/or embarrassing and lets everybody know that he did it for you <3

Pats your head a lot. It serves as a way for him to say thank you, say hello, say goodbye, say I love you. He likes to ruffle the top of your head too, but that’s more to bother you. Sometimes, he idly kinda cradles and pats your head and doesn’t even realize it. 

Both hands on your face when he’s kissing you always. Connie is a certified face cradler and cheek smusher, especially when he wants to give you a dramatic smooch. 

[cevansbrat0007]

omg ! i love reading about chris as a dad… (your growing pains series) can u do maybe little bianca falls down at the park and gets a bad scratch on her knee, and when she gets home and sees her dad she starts crying 💔💔💔

"Mama!" BiBi screams, making you look up from your book.

You see her little body on the ground. And she's clutching her knee. "Mama!" She cries again. Tossing down your book, you are on your feet immediately and rushing towards your crying baby.

"Oh goodness! What happened, honey?

"Fell down! Ouchie, Mama."

"Okay, okay. Let me see." You try to pry her tiny hands from her knee. "Baby, you have to let Mama look, alright?"

Still crying, she gently lets go so that you can inspect the damage. Crap. Your BiBi had scraped her knee pretty bad.

"Gonna die, Mama?"

"No, no. Let me fix it. I'm gonna make it all better." You hustle your girl back to the bench and reach into your bag. Like any good Mom, you traveled with spray antiseptic and bandaids.

She holds out her little leg, letting you spray it on her wound. And then you apply two unicorn bandages.

"Better?" You whisper.

"A little." She breathes. "Go home. Wan' Dada."

"Okay." You pick her up and tote her to the care Once you get her situated into her car seat, you begin the five minute ride back to the house.

You pull into the garage and race around the other side to unbuckle your baby. BiBi holds her injured leg out straight as a board.

Walking into the house, you yell for Andy. He comes around the corner, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. "Oh my god, what happened?"

"Dada!" Your daughter wails as he rushes to you to pluck her from your arms. "Dada, BiBi fall. Hurt. Got ouchie!"

Your husband looks at her and leans down to press a tender kiss to her knee. "Oh, my poor baby. My poor BiBi." He murmurs.

"Is she gonna be alright?" His worried gaze finds yours. "Do we need to go to Urgent Care?"

"She'll be fine, Andy." You reassure your Big Man. "Mama took care of it."

"BiBi, how about you and Daddy have some ice cream? Would that help?"

"Yeah. Need starrsbury so feel better." She gives him a watery smile.

"Andy..."

"No, my little girl is injured. This calls for ice cream and kisses." He presses a series of kisses to her curly hair.

"Let's go." Andy takes her into the kitchen to grab a bowl and a pint of strawberry ice cream out of the fridge.

"She needs this!"

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Thanks for the ask!

[ohayopoko]

Eren with blackfem!S/O Pt 4 (NSFW)

Note: I had to get this outta my head and the love and support y’all give me Everytime is amazing I TOTES FUCK W YALL PURRRR

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-Girl you can start singing any Pop Smoke song and Eren will finish it for you 🥳

-Hit baby boy w the “Babe, she said what you know ‘bout love?”

-And If Eren’s close to you he’ll grab your hips and pull you close “I got what you need, walk up in the store and get what you want” Eren gives you a slow sloppy kiss, biting your lip before whispering “You get what you please...”

-Bitch you hit Eren w the gluck-gluck-spit and swirl 5000 and all his kids are gonna have a play date in your throat 👫👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼👩🏽‍🤝‍👨🏻👩🏻‍🤝‍👩🏼

-The way you hum in back of ur throat and roll your lips up and down his dick while swirling ur tongue and jacking him off got baby boy seein stars “Fucckkk, where did you learn this you fucking slut?”🤒🥴

-Spit in Baby Boy’s mouth after you swallow them kids plz, he loves that shit 🤤

-Eren will choke you and slowly let it all fall off of his tongue into your mouth and your pussy screams when you look into those eyes

-of course you swallow it all and y’all Kiss again before he fucks your face until your eyes roll back

-Yes girl, we gobble balls over here so don’t be acting stush when you see them ✨Jaeger Jewels✨

-S/O makes Eren help her with her wig installation

-Eren watches in awe as you lay that wig on some ghost bond and swoop on them baby hairs Erens a softie for some baby hairs, just makes the whole look come together for him

-Eren tried to do baby hairs on himself but his didn’t come out at pretty as yours did, so he pouts at S/O while holding out your edge control and edge brush

-“Nigga you over here wasting my edge control?” is S/O’s immediate reaction but when you see his edges you laugh and take the edge control from him “Sit down baby let me do it for you”

-You swoop Eren some nice ass baby hairs and he’s so happy it looks good w his man bun

-“Wow I look sexy” Eren can’t help but take some pictures

-Speaking of hair Eren likes to snuggle up between your thighs and let you braid his hair and you take good care of him (Eren loves how you’re so gentle on his head)

-“What the fuck is this? My forehead looks so fucking big!”

-“You look nice with cornrows babeee, giving me Carl Gallagher vibes right now”

-“My forehead!”

-“Okay let’s do some baby hairs,”

-Sweet boy is all smiles when you slap them baby hairs on em, thinks he’s the baddest bitch on the block (Not on your block tho, his block fasho tho)

-Eren loves how you spread those ass cheeks to show him that pretty fat pussy and yummy asshole before you back it up on his dick when it falls out while you ride

-He lowkey gotta “Woosah” cause he doesn’t wanna bust before fucks you to tears

-S/O loves when Eren fingers her ass while she rides for dear life, he does this things where he rubs his dick through the walls in ur ass on god that shit makes you squeal like a pig

“Relax pretty girl, I got you,”

-Eren knows that he’s really dicking you down good when you rip off your wig or bonnet mid stroke (baby boy is proud he’s giving you that WORK)

-This nigga be calling your momma after he fucks you to tears and cramps in the mirror for talking to him crazy so he can “discuss” your behavior with her

-Your momma dont know that her daughter’s been fucked to pieces by this man, so she always soothes Eren cause she thinks he’s an A N G E L

-“Eren you know how she gets, just give her some space she loves you”

-“Yeah Ma, I love her too.” (Sweet boy calls ur Momma ‘Ma’ and she loves it) 😍

-When y’all go to parties with the gang, Eren never lets you dance alone he wants u to enjoy urself 🤓

-S/O will be throwin that ass to some City Girls and Eren’s there to catch that ass cause he will really murk the poor guy who thinks he’s touching you

-Is the type of boyfriend to hype you up and record you while you throw that ass on him to post on his Snapchat story “Yeahhhh Y/N, purrrr baby!”🤪

-Feel so proud when you hit him with that slow whine and waistline reverse 🤩 wants to put your sexy ass in mating press e x p e d i t i o u s l y

-Eren doesnt like to drink but he smokes a lot so y’all will usually finish a 8th in one night

-You can’t roll because of your long nails so Eren usually rolls and you wouldn’t have it any other way cause he rolls demons

-Eren laughs at you when you start coughing cause u took a really big pull and you tell him “suck my dick” with a middle finger

-Little devil fucks your face later on that night with cotton mouth and all “You had all that mouth right? C’mere open up, slut.”

-Eren totally wanted to start a YouTube channel with you but he doesn’t like people in y’all business now so he definitely won’t like it when complete strangers start asking questions y’all have to answer

-So he makes lots of TikTok videos with you anything from dancing to memes and one time he made you do his edges for TikTok

-Eren loves to lay on you and suck your titties whenever he’s bored

-Baby boy will suck and kiss and nibble your nipples just cause

-He’ll slurp up your pussy when hes tired of your tittes, not enough to make you cum but just enough to make you mad when he randomly stops

-“Wha- baby keep going-! Please...”

-“Nah I’m going to play gta with Armin,”

-Sweet boy likes to be in your presence whenever he can, like y’all don’t even gotta talk as long as y’all do ur own things and enjoy each other’s presence Eren’s happy af

-One time y’all was chilling together doin ur own thing and you had to go to the beauty supply so Eren stops his game to follow u cause he wanted to be with you ^.^

-Eren holds the little basket and follows you up and down each aisle without complaining cause he knows Everytime y’all go ain’t no budget

-“Oh baby look they got new mink lashes! Which ones should I get? Bubbly or Party Girl?”

-“Party girl? It looks feathery?”

-You know those lipglosses at the counter in all the different flavors that cost $1? Eren rolls his eyes when you get a handful of them but he knows you need it cause you wear so much lipgloss

-S/O was walkin around with a lil attitude and ignored Eren when he was talking to u and Eren snatched her ass up by her collar

-“You didn’t hear me talking to you?”

-When she tries to give him the silent treatment he put her ass in mating press and fucks the words out of her

-You really try to give him the silent treatment cause ur so stubborn but when Eren puts that dick in your belly ur begging for forgiveness

-“So-hah-Sorry baby please p-please”

-Eren’s balls slap your asshole when he grinds his dick against your womb and he smirks when s/o starts screaming

-“Shut up, slut I thought you weren’t talking to me”

-Eren buries load after load into her pussy until her legs start to burn and her pussy turns red and sore and she starts to push on his tummy so he can’t fuck her so deep

-“Baby I c-can’t take no more, please”

-“That’s to bad slut maybe you should have better manners, move your fucking hand.”