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jirsungs · 3 months

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ep 11: love like the movies

word count: 2.8k (i am SO sorry.)

Walking into the small dimly lit nightclub, you and your friends were immediately blasted by the sudden breeze of the AC. None of you complained though, it was getting hotter in the area and you needed all the air-conditioning you could get.

But despite the cold air, you could still feel yourself sweating with how anxious you felt. You were dreading to hang out with Jisung alone, not because you hated the guy but because he made you nervous. This time alone with him meant you had to be nervous around him with none of your friends to come to the rescue.

It was Rockway’s first gig of the week, and it wasn’t long before Haechan invited your whole group to come watch. However, this gig started later than usual because they didn’t start their set until 7 pm, closer to when their performances regularly ended.

As soon as Rockway takes notice of you and your friends’ arrival, Mark and Chenle share a teasing look before Chenle nudges Jisung and signals him to look in your direction.

“Look whose girlfriend just walked inn…” They both sing-song and the younger brushes his friend off, trying his best to remain civil. But of course, inside, he wasn’t, in all honesty, the thought of you being called his like that had his heart swelling and his face heating up.

He just hoped his friends didn’t notice. Jisung says in a warning tone, pointing at the both of them, “Play it cool, guys. She said we’re just friends, so that’s what we are.” He also hoped his words came out coherent because his brain couldn’t properly process him saying that you’re “just friends.”

For the rest of the time, Mark and Chenle kept their cool, and Rockway’s performance turned out great. They performed four original pieces then ended with two covers. Their opening song was an original piece composed by Mark with the help of lyrics by Haechan and Jeno. You could say that their gig was pretty successful.

It was now 8:30 pm and Jaemin and Ningning were currently dragging you to say hi to the guys, or more so, Jisung. Yeonjun and Renjun followed shortly behind, ignoring your pleas to help you get out of your two friends’ grasp.

Jaemin and Ningning stop, still with you in their hold and you turn around to be faced with Jeno and Haechan. Jaemin greets them with a big smile, “Hi, guys! Great performance as usual.”

“Yeah, Haechan, you killed it… like, wow.” Ning admires.

The bright singer replies with a flattered chuckle, “Aw, shucks. This performance wasn’t my best.”

His attempt to be humble only gets replied with Jeno smacking him on the arm, “Shut up, just take the compliment.”

Haechan’s pained wince makes you three laugh. Not long after, you’re freed from Ning and Jaemin, and Yeonjun and Renjun catch up, joining your conversation with the two band members.

Renjun’s concentration on the conversation didn’t last long because, in his peripheral, he noticed Mark and Chenle pushing Jisung toward your group, which the younger continued to protest without making it obvious that he was nervous to go up to you.

But of course, Mark and Chenle couldn’t let that happen. Mark rests his arm around Haechan’s neck while Chenle squeezes himself and Jisung in next to Jeno, “Hey guys, what’re y’all talking about?”

You focus on Jisung as he stands there next to Chenle and avoids all contact with you. He’s dressed in a baggy black hoodie with a black and yellow flannel buttoned on top of it and of course, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t pair his outfit with baggy black pants.

You seriously wonder how someone can wear such dark clothing in the summer. You still had to fan yourself even with the outfit you were wearing. A tank top and a skirt, and here he was, not sweating in the slightest.

Before your friends can indulge themselves in their conversation again, they acknowledge the awkward tension that’s floating above you and Jisung. That’s when they take matters into their own hands. Ning pushes you closer while Jeno and Chenle do the same.

And that’s how you end up almost pushed against his chest, his eyes finally meeting yours. Well, kinda… even with your shoes slightly making you taller, you still need to look up at him.

“Um, hi.” Jisung sheepishly says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You should’ve found his action funny because it feels like something you’d see out of a cheesy romcom, but you don’t. Instead, it makes you smile, “Hi.”

The situation almost feels unrealistic. You’re both centered between your friend groups as they try to play cupid. The rest of the nightclub around you stays chatty and dimly lit, though you can still see his features. Fireworks or some stupid love song should be playing right now. Seriously, something should break this before Jisung succeeds in having you fall too deep into it.

Then, Yeonjun gags in disgust, “Get a room!”

Oh, thank God for Choi Yeonjun.

As if on cue, all of your friends immediately shooed you away to hang out on your own after that. The mixed laughs and exclaims “Get her home safe, Ji!” and “Use protection!” from your friends as you walk towards the exit of the nightclub got quieter and had you both embarrassed. And then it was just the two of you.

“Shall we?” Jisung asks, holding the door open for you. You smile at the nice gesture before walking through and saying a small “thank you.”

You begin to walk down the sidewalk, keeping the same pace with no more words said. The quiet finally disappears when Jisung chooses to speak up, “Uh, Y/N, are you cold?”

“What? No, of course not.” Yes. Yes, you were. You don’t even know why you’re trying to hide it when he can clearly see you trying to warm up your arms with your hands.

He doesn’t give you time to say another lie when he’s already removing his flannel from his body which he hands to you to take before he takes off his black hoodie. He doesn’t say anything as he switches the clothing out of your hand to give you the black hoodie. You’re not allowed to say anything about it again because he slips his flannel back on.

You watch him, staying quiet, and Jisung lets out a nervous laugh, “What? I wasn’t gonna let you freeze to death. The hoodie��s warmer than the flannel.”

You finally protest, “But—This is yours, I simply can’t take it—I mean—”

Why are you stuttering? Stop that!

Jisung notices and calms you down before your ramble continues, “Y/N, I seriously don’t mind. Just wear it, it’s nothing to feel bad about, okay?”

Another objection lies on the tip of your tongue, but you hold it and mutter a pouty “Okay.” and slip on his hoodie.

He smiles when you finally allow it. “Good.”

Hanging out with him wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. As soon as you paid for your dinner at the local food street stands, you found out he’s surprisingly a talker when the question about his favorite food places around town came up, or why and how he wears such big clothing during the hottest season of the year, or simple questions like what his favorite video game is. He didn’t like the thought of him being the only one talking the whole night so once he was done answering your questions, he’d immediately turn back to you and ask for your input. You appreciated it.

Since it was obvious that both of you didn’t want this night to end after you finished your dinner, Jisung’s earlier suggestion of stargazing at a nearby park sparked your interest again. And that’s how you ended up walking on the dark green grass, following Jisung as he tried to look for a good empty spot.

Once he found a free spot, he removed his flannel and carefully placed it on the ground for you to avoid getting grass on your skirt. He waits for you expectedly, wearing a cute smile on his face, but you only raise your brows at him. “What? The girl needs a proper seat.”

“You’re so cheesy, Park Jisung, you know that?” He doesn’t take your comment to heart when he sees you giggling.

He joins you on the grass and your conversation continues right where you left it. At some moments, Jisung points out the different stars in the sky and gives you short information on them. You didn’t find yourself hating it though. Sometime after, you both sat quietly, simply enjoying each other’s company as you watched the night sky.

Jisung liked that you didn’t despise the quiet. Even though you both can talk for so long, you can appreciate the calm atmosphere as well. And knowing how he is, he doesn’t mind the silence, instead, he loves it and the fact that you like it too makes him happy.

He looks over at you and quietly examines your features as you watch the sky in awe. Your upper body is covered by his hoodie and your legs are locked against your chest, and he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. Fuck, he really is cheesy. His mind begins to have a mental battle with itself on how to make this better with you, leading him to focus on something else other than your face before you notice him staring. But then, the idea hit him.

“Do you wanna listen to music?” He asks, motioning you to look at him and then at his left earphone wire that he was offering you.

“Sure.” You accept it before putting it into your ear.

He unlocks his phone and hands it to you, “Play a song, let’s see how different our music tastes are.”

“Okay. Let’s see.” You open the Spotify app and start typing the song title, Jisung acknowledges how you stick your tongue out to the side of your mouth when focusing. She’s cute, he thinks.

The song pops up and you let out an “Ah, there you go!”. Once you press on the song, Like the Movies by Laufey, it begins to play, leading you to turn off Jisung’s phone and bring your focus back to the sky.

You turn your body towards him in shock when you hear him humming the melody, “I never expected you to be a Laufey fan.”

In the corner of his eye, he notices you looking at him and he can immediately feel his body radiate heat. He plays it cool, his lips making a pfft sound before making eye contact with you, “I’m not. She’s an amazing artist, and I like some songs but I only know her ‘cause Chenle’s a big fan.”

You challenge him with a raise of your eyebrow, “Oh yeah? Then what artists are you into?”

Suddenly Jisung’s mouth feels dry and his brain turns to mush. Jesus, Jisung. It’s just a simple question. Why are you getting shy now? He mentally scolds himself.

He opens his mouth, thinking words would come out of it, but closes it right after. You giggle at him. Instead of giving a verbal answer, he opens his phone to the Spotify app and scrolls through his playlist until he finds the song. He doesn’t say anything after that, letting you focus on the opening of the song playing in your right ear. But the first verse’s familiarity to you has you figuring out what song it is.

It makes you laugh, “Really? 1D? Now that’s unexpected.”

He joins in on your laughter then answers in defense, “Oh come on, Story of My Life is nostalgic. I don’t know what it is about it, the song just makes me feel nice.”

“Aww, was little Jisung a 1D fan?”

“Okay, ha ha,” Something about teasing him so naturally made you feel safe, but before the scary thought could overcome you, Jisung continued, “We’re actually called Directioners, thank you very much.”

You gently push him with your body as you snicker, “Like that’s any better.”

The both of you go back and forth showing each other songs, Jisung even introduces you to Oasis, one of his favorite rock bands, and the reason behind his agreement to join Rockway. One of your top love languages was music bonding, and it seemed that it was his too. Tonight felt too good to be true. You felt like a princess knowing that time was ticking and this moment between the two of you wasn’t going to last long.

Because of course, every perfect night has to end eventually.

After Jisung’s queued song, Bruno Mars’ Natalie, ends, the realization of the time hits him. “Oh shit, it’s already 11 pm. I am so sorry I kept you out this late—”

You cut him off, “Ji, you’re good. I didn’t realize the time either.”

He’s about to continue his apology ramble but his ears perk up at the new nickname. “Wait. Wh-what did you call me?” He didn’t mean to talk over his words, it just happened cause what the hell? Is he already at the “Ji” stage?

You stay oblivious to his reaction, “Ji? It’s okay that I call you that, right? I always hear your friends call you that so I thought—”

“Yes! I mean–yes, you can totally call me that.” He hopes he covered how bad he’s blushing right now, but he’s 90% positive that it worked because you’re laughing.

Your giddy mood doesn’t go away when he offers you his hand to help you up and it continues not to because now, he’s walking you to your apartment after his multiple pleas to walk you home and his scenarios of what could happen to you and how he couldn’t live with himself if one of those situations did happen to you. You hate that it’s hard to say no to him.

You expect him to say goodnight once you reach your apartment complex, but he continues to insist on staying by your side. And when you try to object, he replies with, “What if you get kidnapped on the way to your apartment?”

Not gonna lie, that shouldn’t have convinced you that easily. But that was because you didn’t want him to leave you in the first place, you only put up a fight because your fear of occupying him with this when he could be busy doing other things worried you more.

The both of you stop at your apartment door where awkward silence hangs in the air until you remember that you were still wearing his hoodie. You’re about to take it off but he stops you.

“Keep it. I saw how bad you were shivering earlier, I fear you need it more than I do.”

Your heart flutters at his offer despite the guilt you feel for taking his hoodie. You still ended up taking it though. It was warm, comfy, and smelled like him, it was a mixture of flowery laundry detergent and his cologne. You appreciated that he didn’t wear any overbearing or overpowering scents but it was one of those where you can easily detect where it’s coming from.

The awkward silence bothers you both again, that is until you break it once more.

“This was fun… I, uh, enjoyed it a lot.”

The way you’re obviously using your fingers as an excuse to not make eye contact with him has him shyly smiling down at you. “Yeah, me too. You make a very good yapping partner.”

You burst into a fit of laughs at his use of yapping and gently slapped his arm, “Oh my God, I cannot believe you just said that.”

“Hey, it made you laugh. I think that’s what matters.”

Somehow, the once awkward silence wasn’t so awkward anymore. This felt comfortable and natural, but a little bit too natural. You can’t handle it. Your fear urges you to shut him out and escape back to your shell, but because you don’t want to ruin this night for the both of you, you dismiss it.

“Well, um, I should head inside.”

Jisung nods, his expected disappointment lingering as he knew the night had to end, even though he didn’t want it to. He gives you a small smile, “Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jisung.”

He watches you walk inside and close the door, making the coast clear for him to put his hand into a fist and pull his arm towards his chest as he excitedly cheers “Yes!” under his breath. When he turns around to check if your door is closed, he’s already five feet down the hall but stops when he hears the door open and your voice once again.

“Hey, Jisung?”

He turns around, “Yeah?”

“Thank you for tonight.”

Your smile is enough for his heart to do literal somersaults in his chest.

He can’t help but smile back, “Anytime.”

Luckily, you both say goodnight before you can notice the blush on his face.

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note: this chapter is HEAVILY inspired by the songs: laufey's like the movies, one direction's 18 and story of my life, & heeseung's cover of this is what falling in love feels like (they were on repeat when i was writing this) but RAHHH, fav chapter idc idc. i hope you guys like it<3 esp because things slowly get sad from here... </3

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slutt4ellie · 5 months

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Hearts Over Hierarchy

Loser!Ellie x Popular!Reader

masterslist

PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

Do opposites really attract?

Summery : When you run into a girl who rarely makes acknowledgment she even exists, there’s something that undoubtedly draws you to her..and a spark is created.

Warnings -> / Weed usage / Reader is confused about her feelings? / Ellie’s also confused about her feelings (ig?) / Just full loser Ellie / Really brief Skater!Ellie / eventual smut (probably) / fluff / tension / Little bits of smau / Toxic friendship / (Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 4.8k (longest fic i’ve ever wrote!)

(Not proofread!)

DAILY CLICK 🇵🇸 - (takes like 2 seconds 🩷)

(Ellie)

The loud buzzing of Ellie’s alarm shoots her eyes open and her body halfway up. “F-fuck” She grumbles under her muffled voice. Running her right hand down her face.

Ellie grabs the alarm rested on her left bedside table and she’s finally met with the time 9:36am. “Oh fuck” Ellie says quickly stands up out of her single bed, planted in the corner of her single bedroom dorm. Classes start at 9:45. She has a total of 9 minutes to get dressed, leave her dorm, and run onto campus. Which has her leading to the fact there’s almost 0 fucking way she’s making it on time.

Since Ellie’s already up and out of her bed she runs to her dresser to throw on a pair of boxers and a sports bra which is almost instantly covered by “clean” sweat pants and a nike hoodie. It didn’t smell bad so it was fine!

4 minutes, it only took Ellie 4 minutes to get changed and grabbed her skateboard. She also glances over at the time as it now reads now reads 9:40. So this means her time isn’t “horrible” I mean getting ready in 4 minutes is sorta impressive, at least in her mind? Plus campus shouldn’t take that long, as long as she’s fast.

Ellie grabs her skateboard and leaves her dorm quickly running down the stairs, having basically 0 time to wait around and sit there like a duck for the elevator. And as soon as she’s met with concrete she’s off.

The reason why Ellie being late is such a fucking hassle is because she’s already been late a fair share of times building a reputation for it, when she walks into class and shit it doesn’t go without dirty looks. But it’s a new school year, so she’s tryna live by the corny ass saying “new year new me!” and actually not miss half the classes like last term.

(You)

You’re up early, 8:00 to be exact. You quietly leave your bedroom trying not to wake up the rest of your sorority sisters as you tiptoe through the halls. And just as you thought you were clear, a pair of blue eyes are met with yours.

Emily your best friend since freshman year. You two were like glue through high school, nothing could separate the two of you, sure you had fights and disagreements but nothing seemed like it could break the bond between you two..

As you meet her blue eyes you quickly notice her lips turning into a light smirk. “Why the fuck are you tiptoeing like we’re in a fucking Tom and Jerry episode?” You let out a pity laugh and smile “Oh ha ha…! Maybe because i’m nice and I didn’t wanna wake up all you guys?”

Emily smiles right back at you. “Why are you up so fucking early, thought your class started at 9:45?” You nod your head agreeing with her statement. “It does. I just wanted to be on top of it you know!” Emily shakes her head. “No I don’t fucking know? I don’t wake up a full hour and 45 minutes before my classes.”

You smile, you could ask her why she’s up but you already know her class starts at 8:30 (ew.) so going through more questions seems unethical. “Well!” You trail off then pick back up where you ended. “I need to have a shower sooo” Emily nods and goes back to her room “Yeah yeah!”

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The steam fills your bathroom and the air is still warm from your lingering shower.

It was weird today. You don’t usually feel nervous for school, I mean you knew people, people knew you. There was literally nothing for you to feel even the slightest bit of tenseness. Yet it was still just there.?

Your just blaming it on basic nerves, you’re not really “excited” to get back into the grove of school, get a ton of work in before due dates which are are way to fucking fast. But either way you knew you had to suck it up so you pushed yourself out those doors and into your car.

Right on time 9:30. It should only take 10 minutes to drive onto campus and that leaves you with about 5 minutes before the lecture starts. At least that’s what you fucking planned.

But just to your luck. There was an incident, nothing serious. Just ending up backing up the roads. And any fucking other day you wouldn’t have really cared. But you really could not afford to be late on your first day back. You wanted to make sure you’re on top of everything, and the walk of shame into the classroom is probably one of the worst things person could every fucking experience.

Once you make it on campus you speed walk through the halls cutting through people just trying to get to your door. Then everything will be fine and normal, you won’t have to worry about how stup-

A hard thud goes straight into your back

You heard about 3 things fall flat on the ground none of the things being yours. And as shitty as it seems, you were genuinely considering walking away just to get to fucking class..

You’re not a complete dick and you were raised better. So this leads you to reluctantly turn around and your met with? Well you don’t exactly know, she looks familiar but maybe she’s a year younger so you don’t often see her. She has brunet- no, auburn hair, green eyes, and freckles that go all around her face. She looks familiar but you can’t put your finger on it.

You look down and notice a binder, a now slightly cracked phone and skateboard which finally you make the decision to crouch down. The auburn hair girl is mumbling a bunch of sorry’s “F-fuck that’s on me. I-i’m like super late? So I was looking down and sh-“ You cut her off and shake your head picking up her phone and binder as she picks up her skateboard. “You’re good..Fuck I’m late too.” You chuckle looking at her as you stand up, quickly handing her the items she dropped on the ground.

You give out your hand to shake “I’m-“ and as your about to say your name, you’re cut off by her voice “N-no I know you, you sat in front of me last term” You don’t know what really led you to say the next part but what else were you going to say?? You didn’t notice her once, lying seemed like a better approach. “Right! Um what was it…A- no H?” You notices how her eyebrows furrow, the fact you definitely don’t know her name is becoming apparent.

“I-uh Ellie” She shakes your hand.

“Yeah! I was getting there!” You smile looking back at her before talking again.

“We’re you?” She tilts her head talking in a tone laced with a joking sound..just from her demeanour alone you can tell she was kidding.

“I was..” You shift your gaze down to her lips then back up. You weren’t trying to be weird or anything, you just did it on instinct which now on the contrary seems a tad bit creepy since this is literally your first time even talking to her.

Once you meet her eyes again you nervously cleared your throat and starting talking once again. “Well what room are you!”

Ellie notices the quick change of subject and she nervously shakes her head “U-uhh fuck 217 I think…?” You nod and look at her “Fuck, okay shit me too?” Your voice stops then picks back up “Want to walk?”

Ellie perks up and nods. It kept playing in the back of her mind why the fuck you were talking to her. Ellie wasn’t popular, not your level of popularity. Everyone knew you. So the fact you were standing in front of her, talking to her. She was almost confused. Yet she wasn’t complaining..

It only took a few minutes before you reached the classroom door, as you check your phone you see you’re a bit late. Nothing to complain about, it’s only 9:47 so who cares..?

When opening the doors your eyes lock with the seats in the back left corner, there open, and no one is sitting in them. You look at Ellie who seems nervous.

Little do you know in her mind she’s wondering where the fuck she’s going to sit.

The only single seats are in the middle of like 5 fucking people.

Once you notices her eyes are scanning the room and her whole face is plastered with a nervous expression you nudge her lightly.

“Wanna sit over there” You point your finger and her eyes quickly follow it.

She seems confused. Like her brain just did a 360 but she stutters over her words when talking back to you. “Y-you wanna s-sit together?”

“Yeah?” You smile and let out a chuckle.

“R-right! Yeah- Yeah we can sit over there.” She smiles and nods looking at you.

As you sit down your phone buzzes in your left pocket not wasting much time to pull it out. There’s one message Emily. Asking if you made it okay and stuff. Which leads to a mini conversation.

You couldn’t help but feel almost icked out? Emily’s not usually rude so her response was weird, and out of character. You wanted to believe maybe she was making a statement or something but you replied regardless.

She was being so strange, like not her usual self. Which lead your eyebrows to furrow and you were abo-

“You okay?” Ellie’s voice says softly probably noticing the fact your eyebrows are furrowed and your face now showing clear signs of annoyance.

“O-oh yeah!” you reply now embarrassed as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. “Just one of my friends, i’m good though!”

Ellie nods and smiles. “Okay, just wanted to make sure?”

You haven’t really met anyone like Ellie. I guess other then Emily? But it still took months to feel comfortable with her. With Ellie it seems almost easy? Like fast?

Your whole friend group is popular. Which wasn’t horrible? The benefits of being popular is nice? Sorta.. But unfortunately half of your “friend group” is fake.

Talking behind peoples back kinda fake.

You tried not to let it bug you though, you had people in your friend group you obviously loved, so you would just stick in that crowd.

But there was always some anxiety which came with it. Like you didn’t know if things you said would get passed around, so when talking to Ellie, knowing nothing had the chance of somehow going to anyone, else it was refreshing.

The class was finally fucking over and you packed up your laptop and papers.

As you were about to leave you said a quick bye to Ellie trying to be respectful. You didn’t wanna ask for her number because you didn’t want to come across as weird, you two just met? So that could wait?

As you turned around there was a quick “wait!” which was clearly from Ellie.

You just turned around trying to read her expression but as you were she cut off your train of thought. “C-can I uh get your number! I was thinking we could maybe study or something. This math s-shit is like kicking my ass” After her sentence there was a dry awkward chuckle. The fact you didn’t immediately respond worried her

Did she come off as weird?

To pushy?

You’re popular why the fuck-

“Yeah!” You smile walking back over to her.

“Are you busy right now? We can go back to my place and study if you want” You say not breaking eye contact.

Ellie quickly breaks the eye contact handing you her phone before she clears her throat. “W-no! no i’m not busy, right now is good actually” Her voice cracks in the middle of the sentence leading her to clear her throat once again.

You grab her slightly cracked phone and nod..

“K cool, it’s not a long drive and my cars out in the front lot.”

In a car

With you.

Great!

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Saying the car ride is awkward is an understatement? Reason number one, you don’t know what to say because you literally just met Ellie.

I mean you’re alright on small talk but what the fuck do you say to someone you met a solid 2 hours ago?

And on the other hand Ellie is Ellie.

She can’t pick up on small talk for the life of her. So when you finally speak it almost feels like a blessing and a curse.

“Sorry about you phone?” You say, both hands still on the steering wheel as you drive.

“Huh?” Fuck this is awkward.

“Your phone, it’s cracked. Sorry?” You say a smile cracking.

“I ran head first into your bag I’m pretty sure that’s on me” Ellie chuckles looking at you as you drive.

“I guess, but maybe if I was walking faster it wouldn’t have happened!” You say glancing over at her before you turn your eyes back to the road.

Ellie’s face turns a light pink as soon as you made split eye contact with her. She’s silently now thanking ever fucking god in the universe that you turned your head before you could notice.

“Maybe but I think that was a sign I shouldn’t walk with my head down” Ellie let’s out a slight laugh.

The silence falls once again neither of you knowing what to says.

“D-“

“Sor-“

Both of speak at the same time a dry chuckle coming from both your lips.

“You go.” Ellie says nodding.

“I was just going to say sorry for not noticing you?” You say clearing your throat anxiously.

“What do you mean?” Ellie says tilting her head still looking at your side profile.

“Like- I sat in front of you for months you know?.. just the fact I didn’t noticed you makes me feel like an egotistical prick?” You say rubbing the back of your neck with your left hand.

Ellie shakes her head at your response. “No! Fuck I barley talked, trust me, you not noticing doesn’t make me have hard feelings” Ellie says quickly, she doesn’t want you to feel guilty for anything.

You just smile at her response and nod. “What we’re you going to say?” She quickly talks “Just gonna ask do you get what the fuck is going on in class”

You quickly laugh and shake your head “Fuck no! I’m actually so ass at math your gonna have to walk me through it.” Ellie smiles and nods. “What makes you think i’m gonna be good at it!” She says with a chuckle.

“Well you have to be good at it because we’re official study partners!” You say before nodding your head. “Official??” Ellie smiles

“Oh yeah, official” You nod and continue nervously. “We’re uh here!” You park the car in front of your sorority.

“I never been to a fucking sorority” Ellie says getting out of the car with her backpack in hand. “No?” You say looking at her. “Nah” She shakes her head “They feel cult-ish?” She laughs causing you to smile and look at her “So you’re joining my cult then?”

“Guess soo” She drags out her ‘so’ dramatically before walking to the two big white doors which leads into the sorority house.

You and Ellie studied for a few hours. Looking outside the sky was now dark. Rather then the bright blue it shined before.

You guys studying was basically just an excuse to talk, you got to know a lot about each other. Ellie opened up to you, you opened up to her.

You haven’t ever had a friendship where you got so comfortable so fast. It’s like the fact you guys met a solid few hours ago, it was completely disregarded. It’s like you connected so fucking fast.

You learned Ellie had two close friends Dina and Jesse. They didn’t go to the same school as you and her, instead they went to one about 30 minutes out. You “learned” she’s painfully shy, which you already got the message as soon as she ran into you.

She let it slip she actually debated talking to you last term but you seemed extremely intimidating which you laughed at. But she was standing her ground, saying like you gave off a bit of scary vibes.

“Okay scary?” You replied laughing

“Scary!” She says looking at you. Both of your guys studying papers are far from filled out, almost completely empty. But to be fair that’s the last thing on your mind.

“I need one fucking example from when I was being ‘scary’” You say defensively looking at her. The two of you are crisscrossed on your queen bed a bit to close considering how much space the both of you had. Both of your knees touching.

“K well- I don’t have a fucking time list of all the times I thought you seemed scary!” Ellie says shaking her head looking at you.

Your hand instinctively falls on her knee “I’m asking for ONE example!” You made sure to emphasize the word one. To point out it was really fucking easy.

Ellie’s whole face heats up and she feels like her body’s on fire causing her to stutter over almost ever other word “I-I d-don’t know l-like one t-time I heard you talking about h-how you were ‘gonna murder him’” She says chuckling to mask the nervousness that’s coursing through her veins.

You try to recall when you said this, it suddenly clicking “Okay wait! No there’s context!” You chuckle and now both of you are closer. It’s like each time a sentence is said, you’re moving further in.

“What fucking context could there be!” Ellie spits out laughing, which causes you to laugh harder.

“I was talking about some dick who used one of my friends!” You laugh your head falling onto Ellie’s shoulder.

“I guess that’s fair?” Ellie’s voice gets quieter. You can her heart beat which to say it’s fast. That’s would be an understatement.

You pull your head off her shoulder and look at her. Her face is pretty pink and you feel like you can ever little detail that revolves around her face. One thing about seeing ever detail, it had a result of your faces being mere inches from each others.

You don’t even know what the fuck led you to do this but you slowly guided your left hand to cuff Ellie’s cheek which now has the both of you to instinctively lean in.

Ellie does the same, manly following your lead as her hand also goes onto your cheek and now your noses brush against each other.

And just as your lips were about to touch a knock hits right against your door.

You and Ellie both quickly flinch back clearing your throat nervously.

You get up faster then her and the person behind the door is no other then Emily. You hadn’t texted her since the whole weird ass messages she sent a few hours ago.

Ellie’s thoughts are now going all over the place. Because you two almost just kissed, a knock breaks it up..and now there’s a girl who in her mind, is way better looking!

Ellie doesn’t wanna think it, but the fact you might have a girlfriend is lurking in the back of her mind. She wouldn’t be surprised to say the least.

“Hey” Emily says eyeing Ellie who is now putting her papers back into her backpack nervously, her hands fumbling over each sheet..

“Hi..?” You say looking at Emily. She’s eyeing Ellie with a look you haven’t noticed before. And as you were going to say something along the lines of “Do you need something” but Emily’s voice talks over your thoughts.

“Can we talk” She says now meeting your eyes.

“I mean I have someone ove-“ But before you can finish your sentence Ellie intervenes. “It’s- It’s fine i’m heading out anyway. You know it’s dark..? So?”

“I- uh, alright. You want me to drive you?” You say looking at Ellie which she almost instantly shakes her head “I’m not tryna be a burden i’ll just skate back, my dorms on campus…so i’ll uh, i’ll be chill..” Ellie says grabbing her skateboard which was planted in your room. Right after Ellie grabs her skateboard she already is almost out of the door. But you quickly talk.

“Just text me when you get to your dorm, so I know you got back safe and shit.” You say softly.

And just like that she’s gone, and your standing awkwardly in a room with Emily. When the front door finally shuts she got the sudden urge to talk. “Ellie?”

You nod confused. “Uh- yeah..? We were just studying…”

Emily nods looking at you. “Why though?”

“Sorry..?” You say now even more confused then you were previously.

“Like why hang out with her?” Emily says looking at you.

You think she’s joking so you laugh sarcastically “Fuck off?”

“I’m being for real, Williams, she’s like weird dude... That’s literally all anyone talked about when she was in my class.” Emily now chuckles and you shake your head.

“She’s not even weird?” You say defensively. “Have you talked to her?”

Emily shakes her head fast “I don’t wanna fucking talk to her?? Like I said she’s weird.”

You’ve never seen Emily act so blatantly rude, like she had her own opinions but she knew whether or not she should announce them. Plus! She’s never even met Ellie yet she’s judging her so easily with no second thought. You tried to push it behind you, trying to end the conversation with a quick “I gotta go to bed so. We can talk later.”

Emily scoffs “Great! Now you’re fucking being weird!”

“Im not even being weird! You’re just being rude, i’m not gonna listen you talk shit about someone you haven’t even had a conversation with!”

Emily just shakes her head “I’m hardly talking shit shit. I’m just saying what I heard, fuck.” The fact she’s trying to justify her shitty behaviour and actions just makes you more annoyed.

“K great talk Emily. I gotta get sleep” You say before shutting the door with a hard slam as Emily gets out of your room.

It’s been a few weeks since that whole situation, Emily’s been okay? She apologized and shit but everything is still a bit tense?.. Like she lets out mini sighs when you say your going to hang out with Ellie.

You assumed this was because maybe she felt left out, but every time you even attempted to ask her she always shook her head and replied with “Eh sorta busy with homework”

So you dropped in, she was clearly going through some weird ass phase with you new friendship and you just wanted her to push through with it. You didn’t feel like guiding Emily through it all.

And then on the other hand

Ellie

neither of you mentioned what happened in your room that night, or what almost happened? It wasn’t relevant, some friends almost kiss! You two almost kissed…? And it was nothing important.

Not something to jeopardize your new friendship. So you dropped it. And you internally prayed she would too.

Ellie on the other hand. She was thinking about the moment constantly, like it was a virus infiltrating every single free fucking thought she had. She doesn’t know if the blue eyed girl was your girlfriend, but at the end of the day she didn’t wanna push the subject. You hadn’t talked about it so it wasn’t something she was willing to bring up. Seemed better to drop it!

And here you are, laying down on your bed extremely bored with nothing to fucking do. Your mind was just wondering, thinking about class, school, Elli-

There’s buzzing coming from your bedside table and you quickly grab you phone.

Ellie.

You laughed at your phone. Ellie’s jokes were actually so bad it made them funny. You kept texting her no plan of stopping, but then she tells you she has a little something!

You smile at her messages quickly following up by closing your phone. You didn’t waste time to grab you car keys quickly leaving your sorority house.

꧁✵★✵꧂

The car ride wasn’t all that bad, it was nice knowing that you’ll get to be with Ellie again. Plus it was literally only 10 minutes so when you get there you quickly park and rush to the campus dorms.

As you go into the building you take the left to the elevators, shortly entering before you click floor 2.

As it stops and the doors open and you lead yourself to Ellie’s dorm which you’ve now been in a few times.

After knocking it literally doesn’t take long before she answers..her hairs messy, a few strands down her face and she gives you a quick smile. One thing you instantly noticed was the strong scent of weed that exits her room. “You’ve been busy” you say sarcastically giving her a quick smile.

Her eyes are red and she’s clearly faded. “Soooo busy!” She says sarcastically before it’s followed by yet another smile.

You go into her room and sit on her little single bed that’s planted right in the corner of her bedroom.

She passes you an already lit joint which you take a drag from.

“I wanna ask you something?” Ellie says as she takes the joint back.

You nod letting out a short “hm?”

“You obviously don’t have to say yes” she starts dragging her words a mix of nervousness and being high.

“Okay..?” You say nodding, you don’t know what she’s gonna ask but either way you’re nervous.

“Jesse and Dina, they rent cabin every year. And like my not tryna really third wheel so I was wondering…if maybe like-?” Ellie says shifting her gaze down into her lap.

“When is it?” You ask looking at her.

Ellie’s almost surprised you didn’t immediately turn it down so she quickly clears her throat. “Fuck sorry- It’s in a week. You don’t have to com-“

“Yeah I’ll come?” You say, the high now finally clicking in. Ellie’s heart is skipping right now but she quickly pushes it down.

You two are fucking friends. Just friends.

“Sick. O-okay cool. I’ll just like text you everything you’ll need and shit. And it’s like an hour drive so me, you, Jesse and Dina can all just like fucking drive together.”

“Okay cool!” You smile.

You and Ellie. Are going to a cabin together.

Nothing to be nervous about…!

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A/N -> Hii! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I already have a full plot layout for the second one.

This might only be two parts simply because I might be able to fit everything I want with enough detail in just a singular part.

I plan on adding some angst in the next chapter ☹️ (so ig be ready for that!)

I also wanna really emphasize Emily is not homophobic! 😭

I was reading some of this chapter and it sorta seemed implied she was at least a little homophobic, calling Ellie “Weird” and shit, but it’s not because Ellie gay! I’m pretty sure most people might be able to clue on why she’s not to fond of Reader and Ellie’s ‘friendship’ but that’ll be for the next chapter.

I hope you enjoyed!

Taglist : @bready101 @onlinelesbo @amberputh @seraphicsentences @a-little-bit-of-everybody @zoehxnji @cyb3rd0nguh @graviewaviee

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jeon-ify · 9 months

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request from @sanspuppet !!

8. wanna fuck you in the back seat

21. atta girl, taking it so deep on your stomach

.MDNI.

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deep in the back seat- keeho

“my god keeho, you never wanna go on road trips! its only 4 hours its not like-“ he sighed. he never likes driving. ever. and if he ever did drive, it’ll only be around the city, or to go on dates— but never for over 30 minutes.

lately, you’ve been wanting to go to another state. road trips are so much fun, but only with keeho. he made everything so much more fun and elevated. he listens to the same music, he raps the same verses you do, and he just gets it.

“ok, yeah we’ll go. but don’t expect me to drive the entire way there, baby. at least drive half way.” he argues. he’s wearing a white tee that hugs his neck so perfectly, and black baggy sweatpants. he’s wearing the chain you got him for his birthday, and the cologne you bought him for christmas. it’s his favorite.

you can’t stop staring no matter how hard you tried. he likes arguing with you just to argue with you. it turns him on. but at things like this, its kinda hard to tell if he’s serious or not.

“kee, are you serious..” you drop your eyes and lose all recollection of whatever he just said.

“kee, i’ll drive wherever, baby. just go with me. we’ll have so much fun,” you beg, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes drop to your lips.

“i’ll come with you, pookie. but you gotta play my song. promise me baby.”

keeho LOVES dirty music. his favorite was ‘friends’ by chase atlantic.

“yesss, i’ll play it!!” you laugh.

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the drive out of state is so much more fun with keeho. he’s still in the same clothes he was in at home, but you’re wearing a crop and his black sweats. he wasnt any smaller or bigger than you, but his clothes are gonna be a tad bit baggier.

“AND WHAT THE HELL WERE WE?? TELL ME WE WERENT JUST FRIENDS!!! THIS DOESNT MAKE MUCH SENSE NO” you’re both screaming with the windows down, your hand in your boyfriend’s face, and his chain shining in the sun.

the song comes to an end and you and him take a deep breath. “my god, never gets old.” he says. he looks at you in a way you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“baby, pull over.” he asks, making all the eye contact possible.

“wait what? we’re literally almost there. relax, kee.” he wants to fuck you.

“if you dont pull over in the next 10 minutes, y/n.” he threatens. you don’t wanna push his buttons so you speed up and find an empty parking lot.

“okay!! god, i’m pulling over stop fucking yelling!” you argue. you really really want him to fuck you.

“get in the back. wanna fuck you in the back seat, pretty girl.” he groans and stares at your ass while you move to the back. he takes his shirt off while youre switching seats, and he follows you. he sits in the middle, manspreading and his cock hard the entire ride. you see it twitch just a little bit and you shift your eyes to his collarbone.

“kee, what’s gotten you so worked up, hm?” you ask, your doe eyes staring straight into his sharp almond eyes. you run your fingers up his collarbones and to his neck.

“you look too pretty, baby. couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you right here. want you on my cock ‘til youre screaming.” he moans. he moans.

his voice sends a thrill to your pussy and he grabs your hair and pushes you deeper into his kiss. he owns you, he owns your body and you willingly gave into him. the kiss is all tongue and teeth, he’s deep in your mouth and he tastes like the sweetest candy. “kee, please. please touch me.” you moan. he moves his hand to your throat and applies pressure right below your jaw, and he watches the way your eyes roll back.

“get on top of me baby, don’t even need to prep you, you’re soaking my fuckin’ pants.” he puts his middle and ring finger in your mouth and fucks your throat with his hand. “there you go, baby. get me soaked, all over baby. fuckkkk.” his eyes roll back and you feel him twitch again under you.

he moves his hand from your mouth and runs them under your pants just to feel that you were already fucking soaked since before you left the house 2 hours ago. “keeho, fucking do something please, j-just want you- mmmm.” you moan , as if he fucked you stupid already.

“need to stretch you out before i fuck you, can you even handle me?” he asks, his eyebrows furrow in faux concern and that alone makes you cum. he pushes his soaked fingers into your hole at an ungodly pace, the heel of his hand pushing against your clit. the rush sends you squirting all over his abs and his lower stomach. “fuck, kee, ‘m sorry baby, i’ll clean you up.” you apologize and he shows no emotion, yet he just wants to fuck you and get it over with. he’s rock hard. he needs you.

“take your pants off. take your top off. don’t say a fucking word.” he grabs your neck yet again. he licks your lips like you were a popsicle, and he kisses your chin and brings you to a deeper haze, by applying more pressure.

you take off your top and he squeezes your left tit and sucks on the right one. you feel him pressing into you but you can’t make a sound. he feels you clenching around him already.

“i feel you squeezing my dick, pretty. feels like heaven.” he groans, he’s fucking up into you and your head is muzzled in his neck. you suck the spot right below his ear and he sighs. the more you suck on it, the deeper his thrusts get.

“mmm, kee, please fuck.” you moan. you’re so loud and he’s so deep, you see his dick literally right above your belly button pumping you full.

“fuck baby, look at that. see it in my stomach you’re so fucking big.” you grab his hand and put it on the spot he keeps hitting.

“atta girl, look at you taking it so deep in your stomach. so fucking pretty. my beautiful whore.” he kisses your nipple and sucks. hard.

“kee! fuck i’m cumming!” you stutter. his hips speed up and you cum all over his cock.

“there you go baby, keep fucking cumming on me. so messy baby. love you like this.” he groans and grabs your hair and pulls your head up so he licks a stripe right up your neck.

“fuck baby, fucking squeezing me. cum again with me baby. need to fill you up.” his hips speed up and thumb strums your clit and your entire body twitches.

he reaches his orgasm and a layer of sweat coat his face and neck.

“my god baby, we need to go on more road trips together.” he laughs.

“told you, dumbass.”

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I HOPE THIS IS GOOD IDKKKK TYSM AGAIN

#keeho

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writerscall · 6 months

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you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

author’s note/s: 2k+ words. trigger warning for some internalized homophobia. butterflies with girls hit different, hit better, but why was embracing it so difficult?

You liked Hazel Callahan.

Her friends knew it, your friends knew it, everybody who saw the way you two acted around each other knew it. You assumed even Hazel knew, since she’s stopped being shy about her own very likely similar feelings a while back.

But coming off from a break up with your longtime boyfriend and moving on to a girl right after just felt so strangely cliche, if that was even the right word for it. No, it definitely wasn’t, but you couldn’t be bothered to wrack your brain for a more appropriate one with the current situation at hand.

“I’m just saying, it’s fine. People know you’re into both teams — all teams now,” Isabel says. “Maybe just the one team? Anyway, there’s no right waiting time for you to start dating a girl after dating a guy. Mine was like, less than two weeks honestly.”

You snort, glancing at your friend lounging on your bed. If anyone understood what it felt like, it would be Isabel. “Well, unlike you, I only just realized that it’s not just guys for me. You said you always knew.”

Isabel considers your words, her head tilting to the side in thought. “True, but my point still stands. Plus people are gonna be a lot less judgy now that it’s college and not high school, everyone is discovering things about themselves and getting into new things. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

If only assumptions could be confirmed right away. It was sweet of her to be so encouraging, and you did appreciate it, but your issue wasn’t really with everyone else. It was with yourself and feeling more… comfortable with all these new feelings. People often said you’d feel freer once you came out but they never talked about the process of fully coming to terms with it after, like it was an everyday type of thing. It still felt like a new pair of shoes that needed breaking in.

“Look, it’s no rush. But… don’t push Hazel out throughout all of this, okay? She likes you, and I know that you—”

“I know, I know.” You sigh. “She’s pretty hard to ignore, as we’re both well aware.”

Isabel smiles at you knowingly. “She just really likes being around you.”

It was funny how different things could feel inside while everything else around you stayed the same. Your earliest class was still at 8:30 and your latest at 3:00 in the afternoon, your roommate still ate an apple with her cereal every breakfast, your grandma still texted every night. And Hazel still waited by the bench outside your last class’ building, that giddy smile lighting up her face once she spotted you.

Your stomach flipped. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or excitement.

“Hey,” she says, jogging up to you with a grin. “I got us some scones from Popeyes. I think they made them a little bigger than usual today for some reason, so if you’re hungry, you’re in luck.”

“Oh, thanks, Haze. That’s really nice of you.”

Hazel shrugs, shifting the Popeyes bag to her left hand. “Well, anything for you, you know.”

God, how was she making it harder and easier at the same time?

“Would you mind if we ate it in the dorms? Yours or mine, I’m fine with whatever. I just really wanna relax after such a long day.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course! Um, could I uh…” She fiddles with the hem of her shirt for a second, and you think she might ask if she could carry your books or your bag for you in that silent conversation she appeared to be having with herself. Cute.

What came out next wasn’t either suggestion but it made your stomach flip again, in greater intensity now, and you were positive your heart actually skipped a beat too. If that was even biologically possible.

“Could I hold your hand on the way there? If that’s okay with you?”

Oh you could kiss her— you really could, and you would eventually. But time and place and all that.

You reach for her free hand in reply, smiling shyly as you lace your fingers together. The way Hazel’s eyes soften at the edges and her face literally brightens almost makes you forget about coming across anybody who might give the two of you curious glances. Hazel’s propensity for rambling about the happenings of her own day definitely helped, too.

Hard emphasis on almost, though. You knew you probably wouldn’t be bumping into your ex so soon since he did study elsewhere, but the fact that his brother went to your university totally slipped your mind.

You freeze when you hear that familiar voice call your name, the momentary panic overriding the guilt you felt at swiftly taking your hand away from Hazel’s when you turned in its direction. Breaking up with someone didn’t necessarily mean you were breaking up with all the other people that connected the two of you, and considering how you were being treated like always, his brother didn’t seem to be bitter or angry on his behalf. And thank god, cause you did not wanna deal with that with Hazel or anyone else around.

The conversation’s over quickly and soon you’re back on your way to the dormitories, but you keep your hand swaying alongside hers this time. It felt weird to just go back to holding her hand and you were also trying really hard not to overthink the dampened expression on Hazel’s face.

She only really speaks again once the two of you are in the comforts of her dorm room. “I’m just gonna be blunt here and say it… you know that I like you, right? Like in that kind of way?”

You did know, but the question takes you by surprise that all you can do is nod at her slowly.

“And I… I’m not trying to rush anything, I know you just broke up with your boyfriend about a month ago— and I’m totally not assuming your feelings are the same as mine, god I… sorry—”

“Hazel,” you say, walking towards her with an understanding look on your face. “I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you. And you don’t have to worry about anything in the feelings department, I promise.”

You take both of her hands in your own, holding on to them tightly. She gives them a squeeze in response. “One step at a time though, yeah?”

Hazel smiles at you, and maybe it was because of how intently she was staring at you, but there might’ve been a shine of tears in her eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

The rest of the afternoon to early evening goes by just fine, but there’s this weird feeling in the air that you just can’t shake.

“Why are you doing the one thing I told you not to do?”

Your gaze shoots up from your laptop and then around the library, checking if anyone might’ve been looking. Isabel could cause a scene if she wanted to but thankfully, she was only whisper-shouting. Though if the conversation was going where you thought it was, it might not be whispers for too long.

After that day in her dorm room, you have been avoiding Hazel a bit. You did it little by little to avoid suspicion but you knew she was more perceptive and observant than she let on. It was just that damn encounter with your ex’s brother that made you realize further how much things would change, and as much as you liked Hazel— and you really, really did, there was an embarrassing part of you that wished things didn’t have to change.

It was so much easier with boys, that was true. But it felt so much better with girls.

“Look, Bel, the two of us agreed that we weren’t going to just jump into a relationship.” You tell her, although you know it wouldn’t sway her. “It just… it needs time.”

“And Hazel’s giving you that. Willingly. But she’s trying to be there for you and you’re just pushing her away.”

“Isabel,” you start, but she’s determined to have the final word.

“Take it from someone who knows: it’s a lot easier to accept that you like girls than it is to accept that you like them a lot more than you like guys.” She lets a moment pass, and then, “If you still even like guys at all.”

Now that definitely struck a chord. She’s right and you know it, and she knows you know it.

“I’ll talk to Hazel,” you say quietly. “I will. Today. I promise.”

The walk to Hazel’s dorm room has always made your insides tingle but this time, you knew you wouldn’t be soothed by the easy smile on her face that would greet you once she opened the door. At least it was likely that you wouldn’t with how you’ve been treating her.

You knock twice. “Haze? It’s me.”

You hear some shuffling behind the door and a breath taken exhaled before it opens, revealing the woman of the hour. Of every hour to you lately, in spite of everything.

“Hey.” She offers you a tired, half-hearted smile. You hate that she wasn’t beaming at the sight of you like usual. “Got your text. You sure you’re not too busy with something at the moment?”

You shake your head. “No. I really do wanna talk to you, Hazel.”

Hazel stares at you for a moment before opening the door wider and stepping to the side so that you can go in. When the door closes with a click behind you, you know there’s no running away this time.

You take a deep breath, wringing your hands together as you say, “I’m not gonna make any excuses. The way I’ve been shutting you out has been shitty and it has everything to do with me and all these new… feelings that I can’t seem to deal with. Or I guess, that I haven’t wanted to deal with.” You mutter the last part and steal a glance at her. Hazel is looking at you thoughtfully as she sits on the edge of her bed, her eyes silently urging you to continue.

“This is all pretty new to me. I’m not like you or Isabel— you’re both so secure in your sexualities, just knowing them from the get-go. And I’m not saying I’m ashamed of mine because I really am sure that I like girls. That I like you. I just…”

“You don’t want things to change?”

Hazel is looking at you so sympathetically that you want to cry. You almost do when she tugs you closer and on to the bed, right beside her spot on it.

You take another deep breath. “I can deal with change. I just wish it didn’t feel so… difficult.”

“I meant what I said that day. That I’d be there every step of the way.” She pulls you even closer and you let her, just wanting to get lost in the feeling of her and the intimacy of the moment. “But you have to let me be there for you. I want this to work out.”

“I want that, too. I want everything with you.”

And maybe that was a little too much to say so soon, but it doesn’t matter anymore when Hazel moves to kiss you on the forehead, then on your cheek, and finally on your lips. It’s so gentle and loving that you almost do cry this time; trust Hazel Callahan to always know how to make you feel better.

You cup the side of her jaw and kiss her back, letting the moment last for another second before pulling away. “I am really sorry too. I was getting to that part.”

Hazel chuckles softly. “I’ll forgive every tiny heartbreak this past week as long as you’ll be my girlfriend after this.”

“Just like that?” You lean back a little, studying her face for any sign that she might be joking. She looked very amused and pleased with herself, but dead serious all the same.

“I want everything with you, too.” Hazel leans forward again to press a lingering kiss on your cheek. “So… yes?”

You close the gap and smile into the kiss you give her, knowing she’d understand that as the resounding yes she was hoping for.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan fanfic

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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BREAKING POINT -

[ ot7 x reader ]

this is like super short pls forgive me tan twitter tl for context

tan on twitter!!!

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: yoongi pls unblock me on twitter

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i tried guys why doesn’t he love me 💔

y/n: that was a pathetic try

tae: guess what

y/n: what?

tae: ligma man..

y/n: ligma??

jimin: no way 😭

jk: baby…

namjoon: really

y/n: WHAT???

jin: i’m with her

wtf you guys on about??

hobi: this is a sad day

tae: LIGMA FUCKING BALLS BITCH

y/n: drown

jimin: ur fault tbh

hobi: real

y/n: leave me alone

jin: look you made her upset idiots

y/n: IM NOT UPSET

hobi: cheer up baby ❤️

namjoon: it’s okay tae upsets me all the time

y/n: im fine

hobi: bts song

jk: i know bts

tae: me 2

y/n: i want to stab you with a pencil

tae: watch out namjoon

namjoon: she is definitely talking to you

tae: proof?

hobi: bts?

jimin: i’m gonna bts outta you shut the fuck up

hobi: aw man :/

jk: bts?

jin: beat the shit

tae: beat MY shit

jk: woah

yoongi: he actually needs to kill himself wow

tae: @y/n u 2

y/n: LEAVE ME ALONE

jimin: she’s mad

y/n: I’M NOT MAD

jin: y/n are you still with that scoups guy?

namjoon: didn’t we just find out they we’re together like a week ago?

jk: WE DID????

jin: she moves on fast tho so idk

y/n: NO I DONT????

jimin: yoongi mingyu jk scoups mark wonho minho san all of us

there’s more hold on i’m thinking

hobi: all of us?

jk: say sike…

y/n: ARE YOU FUCKING SICK???????

jin: woah major slut alertttttt

namjoon: shut up

y/n: ONLY LIKE 4 OF THOSE NAMES ARE RIGHT

jk: what

y/n: AND IVE ONLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM SO KILL YOURSELF LEAVE ME ALONE

yoongi: she’s a grown woman

y/n: RIGHT

sorry i’m hot as fuck and pull bitches it’s not my fault

jin: u mid

y/n: ur 30

jin: ok please leave me alone i’m sorry

tae: my body count is also 2

jimin: -2

tae: ummmm?

jk: i’ve killed no one

i could of but don’t worry

namjoon: ??

hobi: fyi she did not deny being with scoups

jimin: TRUE

jk: NO

y/n: i deny it

jimin: too late we know

jin: SLUT

sorry

pls i’m sorry i didn’t mean it pls don’t be mean to me

please oh my god i’m sorry it slipped out

love u

please

y/n: THIS IS NOT FEMINISM

namjoon: it’s okay if ur with him

jk: NO ITS NOT STOP SAYING THAT WHATS UR FUCKING ISSUE STUPID STUPID STUPID

y/n: IM NOT

tae: who have you fucked

yoongi: are you stupid?

tae: no i’m curious

hobi: OH IM CURIOUS YEAH

wow i love shinee

y/n can you please start talking to minho again and then get married to him so i can be at his wedding and we can be forever connected

jk: SHUT UR MOUTH

y/n: you guys know so much about my relationship life it actually makes me want to throw up

jimin: ur easy to stalk

hobi: she’s fucked jk and yoongi

tae: and me

jin: in dreams doesn’t count

yoongi: lol

tae: LOL AWAY FROM ME YOU NASTY BITCH

U THINK UR WINNING BUT UR FUCKING NOT

WHEN ME AND Y/N GET MARRIED IT WILL BE ME KIM TAEHYUNG WHO LOLS IN UR FUCKING FACE

YOU RAT

yoongi: L

tae: no

yoongi: O

tae: YOU FUCKING STOP RIGJT NOW MIN YOONGI

yoongi: L

tae: 6pm seoul south korea apartment block C floor 7 door number 279 a ak47 a man a mask and a fucking dream

namjoon: wow ok that’s great!!

nice vogue shoot btw jungkook!

jk: I WILL NOT FUCK U GO AWAY

namjoon: oh my fucking god

hobi: scottish pride!!

jimin: ???

hobi: was he not wearing a kilt?

jimin: a what?

hobi: killing myself

jin: why they put you in that dirty ass bathroom omg?

tae: dirty shoot for a dirty man

jin: ?

tae: what?

jin: just a bit crazy coming from u

y/n: tae you need to shower

tae: you in love

fucking bitch

jin: do you fuck her or fight her damn?

jimin: right he’s pissing me off

tae: can you leave me alone i’m going through a lot rn

jk: dick

tae: ??

jk: a lot of dick

yoongi: lmao

namjoon: he likes men?

hobi: ewwwwwwwwwwww

jimin: homophobia?????????

jk: yes so he’s going through them

cuz he does not like y/n

yoongi: you say this like every 2 weeks

jk: because it is true

y/n: thank god

jk: no thank men

hobi: thx men

jin: so it’s not jimin?

jimin: what??

tae: i’ve never touched another man let alone sleep with one

hobi: amen

y/n: now that is just not true

namjoon: who cares

tae: I DO

hobi: no one will ever say those words to you

jin: i will

tae: fr 🥲?

jin: LOL

tae: ok kys

and fuck that bitch y/n

yoongi: have

tae left “tan on twitter”

hobi: cuteness overload ^_^

y/n: what crawled up his ass today tf

jk: hi do you need me do you want me do you love me

namjoon: can we just talk about life or like

jin: let me guess trees?

jimin: weed?

jk: OH MY GOD NAMJOON WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WEED

hobi: life is a downward spiral noting matters we are all slowly dying the government hates us money is worthless drugs are all around our water is running out

jk: where is it running out of

let’s catch it

y/n: tae was being super weird right?

hobi: super shy

namjoom: what’s new

hobi: new hair

namjoon: stop

hobi: forgive me master

namjoon: i’m at my breaking point

jimin: breaking bad

jin: drugs?

jimin: it all links back to namjoon…

jk: omgggggg namjoon is this true……..

namjoon: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

—-

pls lmk if you like the twitter concept idk if i’m feeling her yet but if you guys are i will do more idk trying to be different 🙈

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 5.6

Notes: Remember when I was a whole ass chump and posted this on the wrong day? Anyway here's 8 for you. This is especially dedicated to @scaramou

Episode 8: It's Party Time

Eddie stands in front of his mirror, carefully looking over his body. There are scars and bruises, and the occasional stretch mark. But damn is he proud of it, and he doesn’t want to sound too vain but he knows you are too. He winks at himself, doing little finger guns and hyping himself up

“Whaaat are you doing??” You stand behind him in the doorway and he freezes in his tracks, his cheeks flushing immediately

“Uhhh… being sexy?” He turns to you and shrugs and you snort, walking over to him and putting your arms around his waist

“Yeah okay, I’ll accept that. What are you gonna wear?”

He puts his arms around you, kisses you softly, and then looks toward his closet

“I have no idea… usually Buck wants to match with these kinds of things and… I kinda wanna match with you?”

Your cheeks flush and you stand on your toes, kissing his cheek

“That’s really cute”

“Yeahhh I know,” He says in a playful voice, picking you up and spinning you around. He kisses you and drops you down on the bed.

“Eddie!!” You laugh as he climbs over you and settles between your legs “We’re supposed to be getting ready!”

“I say we skip the party and go straight to dessert” he growls in your ear, tugging at the waistband of your skirt

“Eddie Diaz! We promised we’d be there! You know how much tonight means to Bobby and Athena”

“But this means so much to me” He has a big ole pout on his lips as he smothers you, holding you tightly in his arms

“It’s their anniversary,” you say, pushing at his chest, but he’s not budging. He’s heavy and warm against you and it’s making you way too complacent just like he knows it does

“It’s our anniversary too you know” He mumbles into your neck and you pull his face away from you, holding it in your hands

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been four months since the day we first met”

Your mouth drops open and you let go of his face

“You’re lying”

His cheeks flush and he smirks, getting off of you

“It is. You walked into the station on a Monday, all pretty in pink. God, I still remember your perfume” he walks to the closet, pulling out a white dress shirt

“You kept track of that?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him, he puts on the shirt, looking over at you as he adjusts the collar

“Of course I did, Sugar Cube. It’s not every day you meet the woman you lo-” he pauses for a second, holding the collar in his hands

“Uh…really like. And you know eventually, take six hundred years to date and drive her cousin insane to the point he sends you random death threats in the middle of the night”

“He did what??” You laugh as you climb out of his bed and walk over to him, slowly buttoning his shirt for him

“Yeah Buck literally sent me so many death threats after we would hang out and we’d tell him all the details” Eddie chuckles quietly as he watches your hands “Wish you were taking it off”

“Well… I promise to take it off tonight okay? After the party”

“You’re at Buck’s tonight,” he says softly as he wraps his arms around your waist

“If you think for one second I’m not going home with you tonight” You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks, bending down and kissing you, it’s heated and demanding and it takes every bone in your body to pull away from him

“You wanna call up your cousin and tell him that because the last time I took you home with me I also got death threats”

You walk away from him, purposely swaying your hips dramatically and he wolf whistles as you bend over to pick up your phone

“Time to plan our outfits”

Buck shows up at 6:30, right on time. Which is surprising but this is for Bobby and Athena he’s not gonna be late. He unlocks the door, comes in, and walks straight back to Eddie’s bedroom

He slams the door open and you shriek, nearly flying off of Eddie

“Are we wearing blue or not?!” Buck yells, completely ignoring Eddie scrambling to get his clothes back on and you diving off the bed

“Did you not get my text?!” Eddie yells back at him, holding his pants over his crotch

“Oh…wait hold on'' he pulls out his phone, scrolling for a second “Haha oh here it is. Yeah okay, we’re wearing blue, uh i'm gonna go change in the other room. Hurry up! We don’t wanna be late!”

Eddie helps you out of the car, holding your hand in his. You step down from the Jeep, your heels clicking on the pavement as you step away and Eddie shuts the door

“You ready?” He asks as Buck comes around the car, fixing his lapel and handing Eddie one of the present boxes

“Let’s do this” He winks and you roll your eyes playfully but walk ahead of them, they follow behind you on both sides, Eddie watches your feet, watching each step you take in those ridiculously high heels. They were stunning but he was so scared you were going to break your neck walking across the stones

He should know better

You toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk and he nearly melts right there, your perfume caressing his face and leaving soft kisses in its wake

You knock on the door, holding your clutch in front of you. Bobby opens the door after a minute and you smile sweetly

“Happy Anniversary!” You three say together as he lets you in

“Thank you, thank you” He points at Buck “and thank you”

You kiss his cheek as he takes your coat, and points you to the champagne

“You guys help yourselves,” He says, as Buck hugs him and pats his back

“Is there anything we can do? It’s your party” Eddie says, putting one hand in his pocket and his arm around your waist

“Yeah! I can take coats and answer the door for you” Buck says, watching Bobby grab a hanger for your coat

“We have a room for the coats, but yours is too nice to go in there” He smiles as he hangs it in the hall closet for you

“Oh, that’s not necessary! Really” you tell him but he’s already done it anyway

“It’s no trouble, trust me. Buck, it would be helpful if you answered the door, thank you”

“Anything for you Dad” Buck pats his shoulders and turns to open the door for another couple coming up the walk

“You two come with me” He waves you along and you both follow behind him. Eddie smiles a little as you take his hand from your waist and lead him along.

You make it to the kitchen and he wraps both his arms around your waist this time

“You look so pretty baby” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek and you giggle, trying to pull his hands apart

“Behave Eddie” You scold him playfully and he pouts, nuzzling into your neck

“Oh you guys are disgusting,” Chim says as he finishes plating little Hors d’œuvres, which Buck affectionately calls “Horse Divorce” and you stick your tongue out at him

“You all wanted us together and now you can’t handle it” Eddie sticks his tongue out and you giggle, Chimney throws a tiny piece of salmon at you and you shriek, dodging it and shoving Eddie in the way. Eddie’s mouth drops open and he picks up the little piece, trying to throw it at you as you run out of the kitchen to find Bobby to see what he needs you to do.

“So have you guys… you know…” Chimney asks Eddie as they set out more champagne glasses together and Eddie freezes

Okay that took a 180°

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Eddie looks at him, a deep blush on his cheeks

“Hey, I’m just asking the real questions, okay? We just have a bet on when you guys are gonna do it and I want to know if I’m winning”

“You guys bet on our first time?!”

“So you have?” Hen asks as she walks in, her arm around Karen’s waist

“Oh my god- No. No, we haven’t… we keep like… almost? Doing it? And each time we’re interrupted or… it’s just not the right time. Which brings up the real question which is when is the right time?”

“You’ll know when it is Eddie” Karen smiles softly “Why are you two thinking about it so much?”

Eddie sighs and wipes off one of the glasses with a towel. Chimney leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, this has definitely turned into a mini therapy/ advice session.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I just… I get so in my head you know?? What if I’m not good at it?? What if she fakes it? Oh god what if she has to fake an orgasm”

“Okay, pump the brakes. We’ve all had to fake it once or twice Eddie, it’s not gonna happen each time” Hen reassures him, rubbing his arm

“Sometimes it’s nice just to be with the person you love” Chimney adds and Eddie rears back a little, scoffing

“Okay- no- I- I don’t love her just yet. We just got together!”

Chimney's mouth falls open and Hen groans loudly, throwing her hands in the air

“First the “we’re just friends” Now you’re denying you’re in love?!!”

“Hen you know me, I don’t. I don’t fall in love. I mean don’t get me wrong I like Y/N! I really really like her! I wouldn’t mind you know spending an…. An undetermined amount of time with her”

“Did you seriously just say til death do you part” Karen starts helping set up the champagne glasses because Chimney has full-on left the kitchen to go find Maddie and rant to her about this

“You’re all way too involved in my love life” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head

“Your “what” life Eddie?” Hen asks and he rolls his eyes

Buck comes in a few minutes later as they’re all chatting about nothing

“You ready to square up?” Buck asks as he walks in, rolling his sleeves up and undoing his tie

“What? Why??”

“Because a little damn birdy told me that a certain dumbass doesn’t think he’s in love. I did not watch you two idiots pine for months only for you to get together and say haha we’re not in love”

“So.” Buck drops his tie on the counter “Square the fuck up, Diaz”

“Why is Buck staring at you like he wants to kill you?”

You’re standing a bit hidden away from the party as Buck glares at the back of Eddie’s head. It’s been a couple of hours since you got there and things are in full swing. There’s lots of laughter and loud voices and you’re starting to get a little overwhelmed. He turns around for a second, smiling at Buck as widely as he can and then going back to you

“Uhhh it’s nothing” He rubs your arms while leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours “You doin' okay?”

You smile softly, shrugging “S’pose so…but maybe-“

“You wanna go for a walk around the block? Take a little break?” His voice is so cute and so soft with the way he asks you and you blush

“Took the words right outta my mouth”

“Go out front, I’m gonna let Bobby know where we’re going”

You do as he says, going to Buck first to let him know too who growls a “whatever” at you, which just makes you snort over whatever the hell those two have gotten into now and go outside.

It’s 10 times quieter already, and definitely cooler now that the sun has set. The front door opens and Eddie comes out, shutting it behind him

He looks really handsome at this time of night.

He looks really handsome at any time of day really.

He reaches out for your hand “Shall we? Gorgeous” you blush as you accept his hand and he leads you off down the path to the sidewalk

“I was just thinking about how good you look right now, what a coincidence” You joke and he smirks, pulling you into his side and putting his arm over your shoulders. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arm around his waist and putting your hand on his chest as you walk together

Intimacy is nice when you’re dating.

Dating.

Finally,

“We’re like, the sexiest couple ever I can see why you’d be thinking about how good I look, look even better with you on my arm” Eddie jokes and you giggle before pulling away from him suddenly to skip forward a little and kick a rock

“You feelin' any better? Know we can’t go home yet… so hopefully this is okay'' He watches you, kicking along your rock, and smiles a little

You’re cute he’ll give you that

“Yeah kinda, man they sure know a lot of people”

“I’ll say…” he steps forward a little faster than you and kicks the rock and you chase after it, kicking it again. You spend the next few minutes, taking turns kicking the rock down the sidewalk together, you hold hands, pulling the other ahead as you go

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Eddie asks as he takes his turn and you nod, happily coming to the rock

“We’re-“ He kicks it “ We’re like-“ kick

“Not in love right?”

You kick it a little further this time, stopping when he tries to pull you with him. You stare at him, and he gulps quietly, stopping in his tracks

Maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it and why does it make him feel all gross inside to even say it

“I mean-“ You start, awkwardly gesturing as you let go of his hand and he feels that loss of contact

“Isn’t it a bit soon to be asking that??”

Oh, thank god you were on the same page.

The same. Stupid. Freaking. Page.

“That’s what I was saying!!” Eddie sounds so relieved when he says “How could we know?! We just got together!!”

“Exactly!!” You practically shout and he steps back over to you, cupping your face and kissing you playfully

“I mean of course I love you, you're my best friend! But like I don’t know if I love you you know what I mean”

“I know exactly what you mean!” You sound just as relieved as he does

And somewhere, in the distance, Buck feels a chill up his spine. Another six months of insanity. He almost crushes his champagne glass in his hand.

You and Eddie continue kicking your rock, like two happy little lovesick idiots. You kick it down the sidewalk, holding hands again, giggling and talking about just different things, and all the way back up as you head back to the party. Once you get to the bottom of the driveway you grab the rock and stuff it in Eddie’s pocket

“Keep Jorge safe please”

“You named it?” He chuckles as he pulls you into the house again, the party is still loud but it’s not like it was. You feel better now, a moment alone with Eddie was all you needed.

Pretty much all you ever need really.

Eddie avoids Buck for a good hour or so before Bobby legitimately grabs them by the ears and drags them into the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on” he puts his hands on his hips. “You’re making everyone uncomfortable!”

“We are not!!” They say in unison before glaring at each other

“You are. This is my anniversary and I’m not letting your frosty asses ruin it. Now tell me what happened”

“Eddie doESn’T lOVe Y/N” Buck says in a stupid voice and Eddie nearly shoves him

“Are you kidding me?” Bobby says under his breath

“We aren’t ready to take that step!! We just got together like a week ago!”

“No! You got to- dad?!?!” Buck gestures at Eddie and Bobby sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose

“Buck, Evan. You cannot force your dumbass of a brother-“

“Hey!”

“To admit he’s clearly in love-”

“Oh my god I’m-“

“And Edmundo. You can’t be mad at Buck for wanting the best for you and his cousin. He loves you both more than anything and just wants to see you together okay? Now come on, let’s hug it out”

“No I hate him” Buck turns away from Eddie with his arms crossed

“Are you actually fucking five” Eddie growls turning away from Buck and Bobby turns them both back to each other

“Hug and makeup or you’re both on dish duty for the next three months. And then? Bathroom duty for another three”

“Bestie!” Buck opens his arms

“Brother!” Eddie hugs him tightly

Buck does actually hug him back, sighing into his shoulder and Eddie sighs back.

“Bestie” he mumbles and Buck nods

“Brothers”

Bobby steers them back towards the party, and their making up leads to your being left alone on a couch with one leg crossed over the other as you sip a glass of champagne, watching them definitely get drunk and become the life of the party. You set your glass down opting for water now because it’s very clear you’ll be driving home tonight

“Mind if I sit there?”

A tall… very tall. The man asks about the couch cushion next to you and you shrug, patting it. If he’s at Bobby and Athena’s party he’s definitely okay.

“Tommy” He offers his hand and you smile, shaking it

“Y/N!”

His eyes light up for a minute, and he nods slowly “Oh! It’s nice to meet you… you’re..? Buck’s cousin right?”

“That’s me” You turn to him a little and he puts his arm around the back of the couch. He seems pretty chill actually, even if his sheer size is a bit intimidating. He doesn’t really give off that he’s trying to pick you up.

“So where have you been hiding all party?” You giggle a little “Because I’m sorry but you’re kinda hard to miss!” He chuckles and nods along with you

“I actually just got here a little bit ago, work kept me late”

“Oh, where do you work?”

“Ah… used to be at the 118” he smiles “Old friend of Bobby’s”

“Another firefighter” you giggle “I should have known”

“Actually I’m a pilot right now for the LAFD”

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles a little, there’s the Buckley resemblance

“That’s the coolest thing ever!!!”

“Why thank you, little lady”

“Baby!! Baby pay attention to me!!” Eddie waves to get your attention and you look over at him, you’re not even sure when his shirt got opened but it did.

Not that you’re complaining

“It’s our favorite!!” He yells and you snort

“I’m listening!! Go!”

“Spice up Your Life” by the Spice Girls blares through the speakers as Eddie and Buck sing along, dancing together and everyone cheers for them. Every time Buck points the mic at you, you scream the backups for them.

Tommy leans over, sipping his drink to hide his laughter

“Do they?…”

“Have an entire choreographed dance? Yes”

Tommy offers to drive you guys home and you eagerly accept his help. He easily holds Buck and Eddie up, the three of them staggering down the walkway slowly as you run ahead and open up the car doors. He hands you Eddie who you try to get buckled in the front seat but he wants to get handsy. He keeps pulling your hands away and kissing them, kissing down your arms and pulling you into him to kiss your neck

“Eddie, baby come on- no- no put your hands down baby” You’re giggling your way through it as he’s whining and reaching for you.

Tommy is not having much luck either and your eyes go wide, as you peek over to the side like…hold up watchu mean he too is having a hard time uhh??

“You wanna switch?” You sigh as you give up and Tommy chuckles, stepping back

“Definitely”

You go to the backseat and Buck is pouting, refusing to sit up in the seat

“Hi” you poke his thigh and he looks over at you “It’s meeee,” you say in a singsong voice and he looks away from you

“Come on, Bucky bear. You gotta get your seatbelt on”

He relaxes his arms, letting out a breath as he laughs

“Jesus, you haven’t called me that since we were kids”

“Did it work?” You smirk and he smiles sitting up and swaying right into your arms and almost toppling over out of the car. You yelp and push him back in so he’s sitting up.

You can hear the radio turning on and off, and the air conditioning turning on for a moment. Buck needed to get his car checked out, and he was not gonna be happy considering how new it was.

“Yeah it worked” He pats your head lovingly as you buckle him in and he places a little kiss on your forehead

“I love you, Y/N I hope you know that”

“Of course, I know that” You smile at him softly “I love you too Bucky Bear”

The passenger side of the car door opens and Tommy is literally carrying Eddie. He sets him in back and you cover your mouth with both hands as you try not to laugh

“Trust me when I tell you, he does not need to sit up front”

He gets him buckled in and you both get in the front, Tommy helps you in and closes your door, coming around the front of the car to get in

“He’s such a gentleman” Buck sighs dreamily and Eddie laughs at him, singing “Buck and Tommy sitting in a tree” Buck shushes him so loudly, shaking him and trying to get him to shut up

“What are you guys doing??” Tommy asks as soon as he opens the door

“Nothing!” They both stop, Buck's hands still around Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s hands on his arms

“Yeah…okay” he gets in the car and starts adjusting things for himself and even you have to fix a couple of things

“Eddie was messing with stuff wasn’t he”

“Yup”

“Snitch!” Eddie pouts from the backseat and you laugh as you finish putting things back in order.

“Oh, what about your car?” You ask and Tommy shrugs “I can get it tomorrow. Let’s just get you home”

Tommy is literally the sweetest person in the entire world and you’re convinced you’ll never meet anyone nicer than he is.

He stops at Mcdonald's and gets “the children” chicken nugget meals to try and sober them up a bit which both men devour, you however devour yours like a lady and both Buck and Eddie steal a couple of your nuggets each, you watch Bucks hand creep around the seat and after the fourth time slapping his hand away you just hold it up to him to “steal”

Tommy gives you one of his cheeseburgers.

It’s almost two in the morning by the time you reach Eddie’s house and Tommy helps you bring him in. He’s mostly quiet now, it’s not stopping his raging hard-on, but he’s more coherent now and even thanks Tommy for making sure you got home safe

“Do you want me to come with you? I can help” you offer as you stand at the door and he shakes his head

“No- no you get to bed, honey. I can take him home and get him into bed”

You hug Tommy, squeezing him a bit tightly

“Thanks for everything, maybe we can have coffee one day!”

“I’ll have Bobby give me your number, I’d love that” he hugs you back and pets your hair nicely before turning to leave.

You watch as he drives away, Giving him a little wave and shutting the door. You shut off all the lights and head back to Eddie’s room to get ready for bed

There was a reason, that Eddie always pinned you to the bed, grinding down on you and watching that pretty face of yours twist in pleasure

He just wished he’d remembered it sooner, but his brain was still a bit foggy.

He can barely look at you, your dress is trapped around your waist, hiked up and pulled down at the same time. You’ve even still got your heels on and that is something he really… really likes.

He can’t remember how it even started. He's so delirious by the way you’re on top of him, rocking your hips down on his cock. He doesn’t even remember when he took off his pants (Tommy took them off earlier for him before he absolutely peed them and made a mess for you)

Okay, so it started with you jokingly asking for help removing your boob tape, and then… then somehow your nipple ended up in his mouth as he pinned you to the sink. And he’s sure that he had you right there, putting you up on it and rolling his tongue around the hard little nub

Right okay, and then he picked you up and brought you into the bedroom where he did have you on your back! Enjoying your soft little mewls and the way you ran your fingers through his hair.

So when…?

Oh.

Oh yeah.

He bit down and you cried out, bucking your hips into his, and then you started whining, pleading, and panting for any sort of friction… and he made the stupid mistake of not giving it to you, teasing you even.

So you pushed him away, getting up and pulling him by his tie onto the bed and that got him good and he was putty in your hands as he watched you frantically hike your dress up over your hips and push him down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

He couldn’t help his hands automatically finding your hips and grinding you down on him. He should have flipped you, he knows now he really should have. But how could he when you leaned forward, capturing his lips and taking off his tie? Kissing his neck and his jaw as you unbuttoned his shirt. His hands left your hips long enough to pull the shirt off his arms

He should have known better, and he was an idiot for drinking that much. The second you planted your hands firmly on his strong, bare chest and rolled your hips achingly slow.

He’s never seen you look so damn pretty.

“Take your dress off”

It’s more of a plead than a demand because if you get off of him right now he can last more than two minutes. You look down at him and he looks absolutely blissed out

Oh so this is what he always sees from this angle, no wonder he likes to pin you. You give him his brief little respite and slide off of him for a moment walking over to the closet and shimmying your dress down, you go to pull off your heels and he stops you

“Keep them on?”

He could have added at least 15 more seconds had he let you take them off…

But what’s 15 more seconds gonna do if he only lasts three minutes? He might as well fully enjoy himself. You walk back towards the bed slowly, seductively. Your heels click with every step and he gulps quietly

Hell he could finish right now hands-free

You climb back onto the bed, straddling his hips and settling down on him. He’s rock hard underneath you and you giggle, grinding your hips a couple of times to tease him

“You better quit it or I’m definitely not gonna make it” His voice is so raspy and strained

“You know it’s kind of a compliment, I turn you on so much you can’t last longer than a couple minutes” You lean forward, placing your palm on top of your hand and laying your head on them. You tease him, rolling your hips in little circles, and his breath hitches

“Bet you wanna see me ride it” you whisper and his hips buck up against yours

“More than anything” he moans while grinding his cock up against you

“Too bad we agreed… no sex..” your voice trails off and he stops, raising an eyebrow

“Why did we agree to that again?”

“Fuck if I know right now” you sigh, honestly thinking hard about it and his hands get tighter on your hips as he ruts into you, he’s so desperate for you and you’re just laying there toying with him, twirling your finger around a strand of his hair

He stops your hips, looking into your eyes, and bites his lip

“You tell me to fuck you and I will sweetheart”

You sit up again, wobbling a little before steadying yourself and you can’t help it, grabbing his hands from your hips and placing them right onto your chest. He sits up with you now, grinning wickedly and massaging your tits for a second. They’re so warm and heavy in his hands, he feels his cock twitch as he strokes his hand over them, pulling them together and admiring them like they’re a perfect work of art

And oh boy are they

He presses his face into them now and you snort, holding his head to your chest. He places sloppy kisses all over them before taking your nipple into his mouth again, moaning around it while his tongue circles your hard little nub. He places his hand on your lower back and pulls you down with him so he’s lying on his back again

“Eddie I’m gonna smother you” you giggle as he keeps sucking, his hand caressing your other breast and pinching your nipple

“Fuck, please do baby girl. I don’t need to breathe when I’ve got you like this”

“There’s something I haven’t told you” You whisper and he doesn’t care what it is, do you have a tail? He could work with that. Maybe you secretly have a twin, and right now in this raunchy moment he could really work with that

“What’s that hm? Waited until I got nice and pussy drunk huh? Well, that hardly seems fair…”

He switches nipples now, rubbing the other between his fingers as he sucks on his one, he absolutely plans on leaving hickeys all over your perfect breasts

“I’m not ready,” you say quietly, and he looks up at you, lewdly sucking on your tits

“That’s fine,” he says seriously, pulling away for a second. “I am… very content with this”

“I don’t want to be half drunk f-for my first time”

He nods slowly and smiles “Yea I understand baby our first time is important to us”

“No Eddie- my first time.”

Oh?

…Ohhh…

Shit. That’s hot.

Eddie can see the clear uneasiness on your face and he just shrugs, going right back to what he was doing

“Okay, I’ll be slow when we do baby girl” Is all he says, like it doesn’t really mean anything to him at this moment, and like he said, he’s perfectly content with what you’re doing

“Y-you’re not mad?” He can feel your hips twitch a little, like they’re itching to move again and he gladly helps you with this, putting his hand on your hip and coaxing it along to those deep rolls he likes so much

“Why the hell would I be mad? I get to be my girlfriend’s first time, sounds fun to me” You feel his lips moving against your tits as he talks like he doesn’t want to part from you even to reassure you.

“Just wanna know how you got so good at this” he taps your hips and you blush deeply, getting back into the rhythm of things

“P-pillows” you say quietly and he groans, bucking his hips against yours

“Oh honey, we’re using this to our advantage”

Eddie listens to your moans- your virgin moans. You know he never would have guessed it? But this brings a whole new can of worms to your first time together… and he knows he can handle himself, he knows he can go slowly. He just doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to last.

It’s a privilege to be your first time really, someone so pretty, so smart, so gorgeous…and you’re all his.

What a lucky man he is.

He doesn’t realize he zoned out, ironically thinking about your first time together until he hears that soft little pant of his name,

“Eddie, oh god, Eddie” You cry and he loses it, fuck he wanted to last longer but how could he when he’s watching your tits bounce in his face and you’re saying his name like a mantra while your body shakes as you’re cumming over his cock. He feels your hips speed up and he matches your pace with his own, moaning your name.

“Fuck baby fuck just like that” He gasps, his breaths ragged as he feels your clit slide up and down his cock

Oh, he can see it now. He’s going to enjoy showing you just how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life.

#words by rhys #911 x reader #eddie diaz #rhys writes #eddie diaz x reader #911 fox #strawberries and cream #911 show #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #athena grant #bobby nash #chimney han #howie han #howie chimney han #hen wilson #karen wilson

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FIREWORKS (matt sturniolo)

summary: fireworks aren’t your best friend but Matt’s knowledge of this helps you greatly when they unexpectedly happen.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

cw!: fireworks if that wasn’t evident, kissing, crowds, use of “y/n” female pronouns.

a/n: kind of long but I hope you like it! (a bit inspired by my conversation with @eyelessdemon last night)

“love, the party is at 8, it’s currently 7:30, are you ready yet?” Matt’s eyes searched my face for any sort of answer as I rapidly put makeup products on my face. I was already rushing so it wasn’t necessarily the best time to remind me of the few minutes I had to get ready.

“Matt, I love you, so for your sake I won’t answer till im ready and don’t have increasing anxiety!” I cautioned, advising him so I wouldn’t end up shouting at him or saying some pressured snarky response, in order for both of our sanity’s to remain intact.

The party, as Matt reminded me, was at 8, and we were already quite late. Turns out we overslept and there was some kind of surprise so it was important to be punctual.

Some minutes, which felt like seconds, passed. Me and Matt were finally able to get in the car, fasten our seatbelts, and head to the party.

I checked myself in the car mirror, reapplying some lipgloss and pushing my lashes up. I huffed, still frazzled by the prior event that felt like being in hell’s kitchen.

“you look beautiful, really, it’s a talent to be able to get ready in so little time” Matt laid his hand on mine, grabbing it reassuringly, trying to ease the anxiety he was aware I got, in any way he knew how to.

“thank you” I smiled at him and planted a kiss on his palm, earning a slight flush in his cheeks from him.

We approached the party with intertwined hands. I took in the view of what seemed to be, more than 100 people, quite anxiously. Everyone seemed to be influencers or content creators. I tugged on Matts arm gently and nodded towards the backyard, where it seemed to be less crowded.

“y/n! you both made it finally” Nicks familiar voice put me slightly at ease, relieved to have at least some tranquility in knowing other people.

“yeah it took sometime but we’re here!” The nerves were evident in my voice, thankfully, the music was loud enough for it to be quickly overlooked.

As the party went on, it got easier, Matt’s figure always looming over me gave me a sense of security, latching onto him when I felt uneasy.

“are you ok?” He whispered, planting a soft kiss on the top of my head, and rubbing patterns on the small of my back.

“yes, surprisingly, this is fun” I smiled up at him. Trying not to think much about the blasting music, distracting lights, and 50 conversations going on at the same time around me.

Our conversation was interrupted by a group of friends telling us we had to go outside. There was a pretty big crowd outside, but if something fun was happening, why would we want to miss out.

Matt’s arm was wrapped around my waist, guiding me through the crowd.

The commotion began to calm down, lights of blue, yellow, purple, and pink illuminated the sky, but the bangs also started.

As soon as the first firework was launched, Matt looked down at me with worrying eyes. He knew I hated them, he had recollection of me having negative reactions towards them. So he almost instantly took action.

His hand found mine and grabbed it tightly. One of my hands covering my ear. He led us through the crowd once again, to the inside of the house. I had my eyes squinted, and my brows furrowed as the fireworks continued to go off, on top of the screeches of everyone watching.

Once we got inside of a room in the house, Matt let go, only to engulf me in a hug immediately after.

“im so sorry, if I knew there were going to be fireworks, I never would’ve brought you out” He stumbled over his words, trying to justify the things he had no control over.

“it’s okay, im okay, I promise” I said, slightly shaken up, but in a much more calmer state after Matt’s reaction, too distracted by my thoughts of wanting to marry him instantly, to process how stressful the prior situation was.

He paused, removing himself from the hug, taken back by my casual reaction, unsure of my words.

“are you sure? like, for real?” He said, cautiously.

I laughed at his untrusting expression, and nodded with a smile. Cupping his jaw and leaning into him, placing a soft kiss on his lips, and grabbing his hand.

“yes, very sure. Only because of you, so, thank you” He smiled at me in adoration and returned the kiss.

We both stayed there a while, watching the fireworks from the window, minus the noise. My head on Matt’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair, and held me just a little tighter every now and then when a louder firework sounded.

Quietly waiting. I yawned as the time went by, resting my eyes “for a few moments” Who cares about fireworks when you have Matt Sturniolo?

a/n: kind of rushed and low key hate it but i’ll try to come up with something tomorrow😭

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @gabbylovesreading @lovelysturniolo @ssturniolo @eyelessdemon @stvrni0lo @strniolo @sturniolol

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo

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writing-blog-iguess · 11 months

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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

A/n: Feed back is always welcome, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll

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Series master list

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

—

Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

—

Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

—

Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

—

Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

–

Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

–

True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #jason todd #online match up #my writing #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you

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orobaxis · 2 years

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Fluffy yule ball with ominis?

will 'yule' go to the ball with me?

summary: you try to ask ominis to go with you to the yule ball, but he’s never around

ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

inspired by this very cute art by @rnrvsk

word count: 2415

slytherin common room, 8 am

sebastian gives you a funny look, watching as you pace back and forth in the common room. “did you sleep at all?” he asks. you normally aren’t even awake at this time, so the only way you are currently up and standing today is by not sleeping at all.

“what? yes…yes,” you answer distractedly, not stopping your pacing. you are certain that there are some indentations on the floor now where your shoes were, but you couldn’t help yourself. at this time, people are finally starting to get ready, some who are early risers already out and about. anne is still getting ready and sebastian, who is surprisingly an early riser, is shocked to see you be the first to be waiting. it’s usually ominis and him.

“where’s ominis?” you ask him.

“i don’t know,” sebastian shrugs, watching your face fall. “he wasn’t there when i woke up. must have gone to see professor sharp or something.”

you nod, both relieved and nervous. “alright…good, that’s good…”

“why are you so distracted today?”

“no reason!” you snap, and upon seeing anne coming up behind sebastian, you huff, “let’s go!” leaving the twins baffled.

ominis is ruining your plan. well, half-baked plan. scratch that, there’s barely any plan. you just talked yourself into asking him to go with you to the yule ball last night, while you were half asleep.

“hmm, wouldn’t that be nice?” you thought to yourself, “if only i had the courage to ask him.”

another part of you shouts in your head so loud that it almost rattles you, “but you do have the courage! ask him tomorrow, first thing in the morning!”

“yeah!” you thought, “i’ll ask him tomorrow when i see him in the common room. i’ll wake up early too so we’re not interrupted.”

alas, the one time you wake up the earliest you’ve ever had, and ominis was nowhere in sight. the twins quietly observe your silent malding as you three ascend to the great hall. it will be harder to catch ominis there with everyone being able to hear you. as much as you love and trust sebastian and anne, you don’t want them to be around just in case ominis delivers the “sorry, but…” reply.

“he’s not going to say that,” the optimistic part of yourself consoles you, “you’re friends! why would he reject you?”

“maybe he doesn’t like us that way,” the sadder, pessimistic part of you joins in, now making you anxious, “what if he laughs in our face?”

“shut up,” you hiss, trying to quiet the voices arguing in your head. a first year turns to you warily, surprised that you hissed at them for no reason, “not you,” you tell them, still marching towards the great hall.

“is…y/n losing it?” sebastian leans towards anne.

“i don’t know,” anne shrugs, eyes still wide as she observes you, “if she’s lost it, then it was only a matter of time anyway…”

great hall, 8:30 am

“where were you?” you plop down next to ominis in the great hall, surprising him. the force of you jumping down next to him is enough to jostle the goblet of pumpkin juice he is holding, and he doubles over to make sure it doesn’t spill.

“where was who?” he asks.

“you!” you whisper-shout, “we waited for you in the common room, but you weren’t there. sebastian,” you send the sallow boy a quick glance (which he absolutely mistook as a glare, terrifying himself), “said you were gone when he woke up.”

“yes,” ominis clears his throat, “i had some errands to attend to.”

“errands?” you raise an eyebrow, “what errands are you doing at 8 in the morning? feeding chickens?”

he huffs, “if you must know, y/n, i was at the owlery. it was very urgent.”

ominis really only goes to the owlery to send letters to his family. he doesn’t like to do so, but he once received two very loud howlers in the middle of potions class when he thought he could get away with ignoring his parents. now, he tries to return their letters as soon as possible.

“still,” you gently nudge his shoulder, “you should’ve told us.” ominis nods at you with a smile. eyeing the twins, who are deep in conversation (argument) about who should get to keep a niffler every night (they haven’t got a niffler, this is all hypothetical), you think this is a good enough time to ask him.

however, just as you are about to ask him to walk with you, ominis downs his pumpkin juice and sets his goblet down, before taking his wand out. “i have to go,” he stands up from the table, preparing to march away.

“where are you going?” sebastian asks, mouth still full of food.

“t-to class!” ominis replies, “i don’t want to be late!” he turns and almost sprints away from the table.

“ominis!” you call out his name, but it almost seems to make him go faster. you and the twins look at each other curiously, “...but we all have the same class together…”

defense against the dark arts tower, 11:40 am

“why do you sleep on the floor?” you jut your hip as you look down at ominis and sebastian, both splayed out on the floor, relaxing, “peeves could have flooded a bathroom and this floor would not be clean at all.”

“don’t worry, we cleaned it,” sebastian waves his hand absent-mindedly. your gaze turns to the floor, clearly dusty and with one…two…three spiders that you can see lounging about.

“can i borrow ominis for a moment?” you ask. ominis hums, turning his head towards you, “no, you cannot copy my transfiguration homework.”

“it’s not that!” you sigh, turning pink in embarrassment. you’re glad that sebastian has his eyes closed and that ominis cannot see you flushing in front of them. “i just need to talk to you, is all.”

ominis rolls his eyes dramatically before standing up. sebastian doesn’t even move, and you gently nudge his leg with your shoe, much to his chagrin (“let me rest, y/n!” “sorry, sorry,” you apologize half-heartedly, “i thought you were dead!”). ominis follows you to a corner, and he leans against the wall.

it must be due to nerves and your brain not actually knowing what to say, but you find ominis standing there in front of you, his arms across his chest, hair a bit messy from rolling around the floor, quite adorable. before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches to ruffle his hair, enjoying the feel of his hair in your hand, and laugh when he exclaims in surprise. “you’re messing up my hair!”

“you already messed it up when you were lying down on the floor!”

both of his hands now frantically try to set it back, “well, now, it’s even more messed up.” once he’s satisfied of his hair, he sighs, “well y/n, what did you want to ask?”

this is it, go ask him!

“ominis, will you g–”

“PEEVES, STOP IT!”

the sound of the sallow boy screaming his head off interrupts you, and you both turn to the sound of the noise. peeves appeared next to sebastian dripping wet, juggling bowling pins (and failing). you swear one of those pins hit sebastian in the face. he storms away, much to peeves’ amusement. “peeves just hit sebastian with a bowling pin,” you tell ominis, who laughs, “and i’m sure peeves came from some bathroom somewhere.”

fine, maybe next time, you tell yourself before you and ominis turn to find the angry (and wet and hurt) sebastian.

girls’ bathroom, 3:15 pm

anne is watching you through the mirror, not saying anything. just…staring. you share a glance with her, hoping that she would talk, but nothing. she’s just looking.

“okay, you’re creeping me out.”

she sighs, “did you ask ominis yet?”

your head instantly jerks back up, eyes wide as you turn to reprimand her.

“relax!” she tells you, palms up in a show of surrender, “there’s no one in this bathroom, and i didn’t even tell sebastian.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, “alright, fine. no, i didn’t ask him yet. i couldn’t find the time.”

the yule ball is coming up in two weeks. your family have been asking you if you plan to go with anyone, and while the answer is yes, you hadn’t really decided on that until last night. “do you think it’s weird that i’m asking ominis?”

“weird?” anne looks at you curiously, “no, not really. i know that you fancy him, so i don’t think it’s weird.”

“i mean…we’ve been friends for so long, what if he doesn’t see me that way?”

anne huffs, placing her hands on her hips, “you won’t know until you try! and besides, excluding you and me, who else does ominis really talk to? he doesn’t know how to talk to ladies!”

you make a face, “i don’t know. maybe we just think that, but it turns out he actually fancies someone…maybe even you!”

your friend pretends to gag at the thought, “i doubt sebastian would let him live if he likes me that way. he’d probably suffocate ominis in his sleep. it was hard enough to convince him to let me go to the ball with poppy!”

“only because that means he’s going alone,” you add, and you two share a laugh.

“tell you what,” anne places her hands on your shoulders, “we have a free period after herbology. go stay in the greenhouse for a bit and tell him to stay behind too. that you need his help for something.”

“uhh, ominis doesn’t like herbology.”

anne nods contemplatively, “right…well tell him that he needs your help if he wants to pass the final exam.” she looks you in the eye, “you’re gonna get your man, alright?”

feeling pumped, you nod at her, “right!”

greenhouse, 5 pm

ominis isn’t leaving.

that’s both a good thing…and a confusing thing. he is the last person who would want to stay behind during herbology. usually, it’s just you and anne, tending to your plants. what exactly is he doing, fiddling with his hands and pacing like he is about to break into a speech?

professor garlick isn’t surprised when she sees you staying behind, she has come to expect it. but, “mr. gaunt?” she asks, confused, “do you need help with something?”

“what?” he jumps in surprise, “no…no, just checking on my plants.”

you and professor garlick simultaneously turn your heads to his potting station, which is empty except for a repotted mandrake that you all tended to in class. you exchange looks with your professor before shrugging. “al…right,” she says slowly, uncertain, before slowly excusing herself. now it’s just you and him.

you watch him as you finish noting down important details of your plants, and jotting down that you had watered and fed them, “you didn’t have to wait up,” you tell him.

“no, it’s alright…” he insists, now walking towards you, “it’s alright,” he repeats.

you glance around, making sure there is no one there. if it’s just the two of you, which it seems like it is, now would be the perfect time.

“y/n–”

“ominis–”

you both turn to face each other, before laughing. “you go first,” you say.

“alright,” ominis exhales. he rubs the back of his neck, something that he does when he’s a bit nervous. one hand is also hidden behind him. you wonder what he is going to say. “here!”

he thrusts something towards you, so close to your face that you couldn’t see what it is at first.

you take a small step back to see…a bouquet.

or rather, an attempt at one.

a venomous tentacula is hissing close to your face, honking daffodils, and what looks to be a shrub where lacewing flies are normally gathered.

you move your head to the side in order to see his face (the whole bouquet is blocking it), eyes wide when you see him looking flushed.

“where…where did you get this?” you whisper.

“i grew the daffodils myself!” ominis states, pride seeping in his voice, “sebastian helped with the rest. he says they’re beautiful. i can’t see them, but they smell nice, so i hope you like them!” there’s a shy smile in his face, something you swear you’ve never seen before, “i asked poppy for some help, i didn’t know what to do or how to ask…and she was successful in asking anne so i thought…well–”

“well?” you’re now smiling widely, heart thumping excitedly.

“will you go to the yule ball with me?”

at the sound of your giggles, ominis thinks of the worst. that you are laughing at him. the smile on his face drops and he shakily drops the bouquet, only for you to wrap your hands around his and lift them back up.

“of course i will!”

“oh, it’s alright, we can all go together as frie–wait, what did you say?” ominis does a double take, eyes wide in disbelief, “you said yes?!”

“why wouldn’t i?” you exclaim excitedly, “i was going to ask you earlier today, that’s why i woke up early, but you weren’t there.”

“i had to send a letter to my family,” he grumbles, “they are to send me my dress robes. but we can also shop at hogsmeade if you want.”

“it doesn’t matter either way,” you reassure him, “as long as i get to go with you.”

you gently take the ��bouquet’ from ominis, electing to repot the angry venomous tentacula and most of the honking daffodils.

“does this mean you fancy me too?” he pipes up.

laughing you nod, “yes…a little bit.”

ominis laughs at that, looking down to hide his blush. he’s quiet for a moment before laughing again, “sebastian is gonna be so mad that he’s going to the ball without a date.”

“well, i was going to ask him if you were gonna say no,” you tell him jokingly, loving the surprise look on his face when he turns to you so fast that he may have gotten whiplash.

“what?!”

“nothing,” you tell him, hand now in his as you guide him out of the greenhouse. in your other hand, a singular honking daffodil.

“i’m glad you said yes then,” ominis tells you, “i wouldn’t want you to be going to the ball with sebastian. now we can hold hands and snog–”

“ominis!”

“honk!”

watching my writing quality degrade in real time, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect! ily all! <3

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #a niche wlw ship???#anne sallow x poppy sweeting #anne sallow #poppy sweeting

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tvgals · 1 year

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Hii :) it's me <33

Okay, so I was wondering if you could do a lil smth smth.

Basically it's prowler miles or 1610 whichever you prefer, basically him on facetime with black reader and in the background is reader's mom and boyfriend arguing, like really loudly and this happens like all the time and reader's mom is kinda mean so reader is kinda upset.

This doesn't make sense but it made sense in my head. But also, miles and the reader are dating btw. Have a good day <333 *gives you a forehead smooch and a hug :)*

IM HERE, MAMÍ

e1610! miles morales x black! fem! reader .

you sighed as you listened to your mom and your so called stepdad argue for the second time this week over something stupid. you were on the phone with miles and we’re practically on the verge of tears of embarrassment and anger.

“they always do this shit.” you mumble, standing up to lock your door and grab your remote that lay on the floor. you lay down on your bed and huddle yourself inside your blankets, looking at the camera. “you okay?” he asks, watching as your face contorts into one of disgust by the commotion outside. you sigh and meek out a “yeah..” miles doesn’t believe you for one second. “do you want me to come and get you?” miles asks, sitting up in his bed. you bite your lip, looking at your door and you look back at miles. “yeah.” you sigh out, putting your ugh slides on and packing a bag for overnight.

“alright. i’ll be over to get you in ten minutes. hold up for me, baby.” miles says, hanging up the phone. you sat in silence for a while, the background noise of your parents fighting still echoing. your mom eventually went to her room — mumbling something under her breath about her boyfriend — while your stepdad was on the couch. this didn’t happen often, but when it did it was like a whole bunch of pent up rage and sadness that ends up as a spewing mess at 8:30 at night. your phone buzzes and you look down to see a text from miles.

‘i’m outside, take ur time :))’

you smile and unlock your door and open it as quietly as you could, making your way down the hall and to your front door. you walk down your driveway into miles car (which is really just his dads) and you get in the passenger seat. “hey y/n.” miles says, pulling out the driveway. “hey.” you mumble, yawning halfway through your greeting. miles smiled to himself. “you okay?” he asks, driving down the street. you turn to face him and you sigh, slouching in your seat. “no. is it okay if i stay with you tonight?” you ask, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. “‘course. i already asked mama and she said it’s okay.” miles grined, taking your hand in his. “thanks.” you smiled, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“course. i’m here for you mamí.”

#myatalks🫡#blkshoyo #miles x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x fem!reader #miles morales x you #atsv x black reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x reader #atsv x you #myaas asks 🌟

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fruitbasketball · 1 month

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wnba recap 8/15

y’all can go ahead and put on tupac back for this one bc WE BAAAAAAAACKKKK BABY

lemme not waste anybody’s time let’s jump right in ‼️

minnesota lynx vs. washington mystics

we’re gonna start off real cutesy real demure w this one bc the other games tonight were… something…

YO SLIM’S BACK??? OH HEYYYYY KIRA OKAY YEAH MYSTICS UP

except not because they lost but we’re getting there! still spectacularly ass fgp and 3pfg WOW!! paige bueckers, YOU are a washington mystic 🤩🤩🤩

a warm welcome back to miss alanna smith and miss napheesa collier from the 2024 paris olympics 🥰 (guys i’m trying to use more emojis are we fw it??) anyway great production from the lynx starting five except miss bridget carleton. girl… let’s get more than 4 if we’re gonna be on the floor for a full 29… goddd bless

phoenix mercury vs. chicago sky

it’s always some shit with that chennedy carter huh?? LORD 💀💀💀 lemme not speak on it too much but sometimes we don’t need to be yapping on the internet!! sometimes we js needa hoop!! and that’s okay 😭😭😭

double double miss angel reese thank you! also side note: those 2k scores… y’all just lazy!! come on caitlin clark and angel reese cannot BOTH be a 90. THREE rookies cannot be tied at an 80 y’all need to start being fr oh my LORD!! i am TIRED!!! put in the work when you speak on women’s sports or don’t speak on them at ALL!!!

ANYWAY

4-19 from 3… 🤨🤨🤨 aight bro if you say so

fuckin crazy work from 3 tonight man EVERYBODY get back in the gym maybe tupac not back 😭

NVM KAH 30 PIECEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ THAT’S 29 FROM KAHLEAH COPPER ICE PHILLY THANKKKKK YOU

real talk the mercury absolutely dominated on efficiency here; both fgp and 3pfg above 50%, taking smart shots, moving the ball assisting on 26 of 33 shots - merc look good y’all i can’t lie 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

welcome back to our olympians of course: dee, bg, kah - we missed youuu 🤭

new york liberty vs los angeles sparks

y’all need to be so for real.

just say you want another blonde bitch in LA. JUST SAY YOU WANT ANOTHER FUCKIN BLONDE BITCH IN LA

you got blown out. by 35 POINTS???

THIS is cali hoops now???? mannnn someone call lisa tell her what they’re doing to her team over in socal 😃 bc what the fuck

also when tf did crystal sign to the sparks bro what… always some shit going on w this team bruh stfg

point here is the liberty dominated in every possible aspect of the game - they shot smarter, shot better, rebounded more off the defensive glass, protected the ball, forced more turnovers, pushed the pace, destroyed in the paint, didn’t let the sparks pick up a lead even ONCE

complete game from the liberty tonight - this was a playoff performance

stewie heard some mfker talking crazy on her name ig

i mean this is just complete domination like… i’d be embarrassed

anyway more to come 🙏🏽 thank y’all for tuning in imma call it a night

#wbb #wnba #women’s basketball #minnesota lynx #washington mystics #phoenix mercury #chicago sky #new york liberty #los angeles sparks #breanna stewart #angel reese #wnba recap by mina

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mynameismckenziemae · 9 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XXI

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, p in v, fluff, weddings, drunk Bradley, idk probably more.

“Row, time to wake up,” Sunny whispers, rubbing your back.

“Time is it?” You yawn.

“Just after 7. Nat wants us to be there around 8:30.”

You nod and slide out of bed from under Bradley’s arm.

“Mind if Bob stays in here? If I wake him up to move he won’t go back to sleep,” Sunny murmurs.

“Yeah, of course,” you reply.

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A few minutes later, their voices filter through the cracked door before Bradley steps into the walk-in shower behind you.

“Morning,” you smile as you tip your head back, rinsing the shampoo out.

His hand reaches out, fingers brush over the clean strands. “Do you think our kids will have your red hair?” He asks, brows furrowed.

Your heart skips a beat. “Maybe?”

“I hope so. They’ll be so beautiful, just like their mama.” He murmurs, leaning forward to brush his lips over yours.

“They’ll be beautiful if they look like their dad too,” you say when you pull back from his kiss. “What’s got you thinking about kids?”

“I don’t know really, probably from talking to Dani yesterday,” he replies, turning you around and putting conditioner in your hair.

Nat’s sister, Dani (short for Danielle) is 31 weeks pregnant. She’s adorable and looks like she stuffed a basketball under her shirt.

“I hope I look as good as her when I’m pregnant. She’s got that perfect round bump.”

“You will.” He assures you as he rinses the conditioner out.

“Yeah? Promise you’ll still love me if my ankles swell and I’m covered in stretch marks?” You joke, but Bradley can sense a hint of vulnerability.

“I promise,” he replies, turning your head to look you in the eye. “I can’t keep my hands off you now, it’s going to get so much worse when your belly is round from my baby. I’ll rub your swollen ankles, and massage that coconut lotion shit on any stretch mark you might get. I love your body, Rowan. Now, pregnant, postpartum, in 30 years, always…because I love you.”

You blink back the unexpected tears that have sprung to your eyes and wrap your arms behind his neck, rising to your tiptoes for a kiss.

Walking him back a few steps to the shower bench, you sink down and start to ride him at a slow but steady pace.

He whispers praises and tells you everything he loves about you and your body as you make love.

Soon your legs are shaking and all it takes is a brush of his fingers over your clit for you to fall over the edge. He groans as your pussy milks his cock from your orgasm and before you catch your breath, he rises, carrying you as he walks to the other side of the shower.

The spray falls down his back as he fucks you against the wall with deep thrusts, chasing his own release. “C’mon, Row. Get there again,” he grits out as his hips start to stutter.

Strangled moans escape as he tries to hold off but he fails. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whines as he cums, but the grinding of pubic bone against your clit sets you off. You bite his shoulder as the pleasure crashes over you. He shivers, on the knife’s edge of overstimulation when you clench around him rhythmically.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you pant against his shoulder.

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“Sorry we’re late, the line at Starbucks was 7 cars long,” Sunny says as she pushes the door open with her foot, arms full.

“You’re fine, it’s only 8:42,” Nat replies with a smile, taking a coffee from you. “Thank you for getting it. Apparently, it was too much for Emma.”

You roll your eyes when you see her sleeping form on one of the couches. “No problem. How are you doing?” You ask.

“Good, actually. Not feeling stressed at all…probably because I woke up to Jake going down on me,” she laughs, “his mom was knocking though before I could repay the favor. He’s gonna have blue balls all day.”

“Oh, Jake. You’ll just have to make it up to him tonight,” Sunny wiggles her brows.

“I plan to,” Nat winks, “several times.”

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An hour later you’re on the couch by Dani, watching Nat get her hair done, when she inhales sharply.

“You okay?” You ask, “Do you need water or something to eat?”

“Oh no, I’m good, thank you though. She’s just kicking up a storm.” She smiles, rubbing a hand over her stomach. “Wanna feel?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind?” You never got to feel Carter kicking because Alyssa's placenta was anterior and you didn’t get to see her as much as you wanted in her final trimester.

“Not at all!” She says, taking your hand and placing it on her stomach. “Right…there! Did you feel it?”

You grin when you feel the motion under your palm. “Yes…that’s amazing! What does it feel like to you?”

“At first it was just faint flutters, like butterflies. Now it feels like there’s an alien in there; it’s the weirdest, best feeling,” she laughs.

“I believe it.” You reply in awe.

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You touch up your makeup and make sure you have extra tissues in your purse before heading to the ceremony. Natasha looks absolutely stunning and you can’t wait to see Jake’s reaction.

Pete and Penny saved a seat for you and a few minutes later, the music starts.

Your heart flutters when you spot Bradley, who winks as he walks past.

Natasha’s mom rises as the doors open, and everyone follows suit. Tears stream down Jake’s face as Nat walks toward him with her dad, beaming.

You manage to keep your tears pretty well contained until the vows. Jake's voice cracks as he talks about almost losing her last year and there’s not a dry eye in the house.

Not long after the minister announces them.

“It is with great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Seresin!”

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Bradley’s eyes catch yours as he makes his way to you in the reception hall.

“Hey, handsome. I was right, you look amazing in a suit,” you greet him as your eyes do a once-over.

“Thanks, and you…you look beautiful, wow,” he murmurs with a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta go take pictures with the wedding party, it shouldn’t be too long though.”

“It’s okay, I’ll see ya after.”

He squeezes your butt as he brushes past you.

They unfortunately don’t get back from pictures until dinner time, but after the speeches and cake, Bradley is freed from his duties as a groomsman.

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He holds you from behind and hums along as you watch them sway to their song, ‘Then’ by Brad Paisley.

“I remember, trying not to stare, the night that I first met you

You had me mesmerized

And three weeks later, in the front porch light

Taking forty-five minutes to kiss goodnight

I hadn't told you yet

But I thought I loved you then”

Nat had told you girls this morning how the song came out right around the time they met at flight school. Jake thought of her the first time he heard it, which is funny because she couldn’t stand him at the time.

The party starts once their dance is over and the next few hours pass quickly in an alcohol-fueled haze.

Before you know it, the DJ announces the last song of the night.

“Aww!” Sunny groans dramatically from the table she’s dancing on and Bob helps her down as the remaining couples congregate on the floor to dance to Tim McGraw’s ‘My Best Friend.’

Bradley comes back from the bathroom missing his coat and shirt, but his tie is still loosely hanging around his neck.

“C’mon, we gotta dance,” he says, holding his hand out as he sways a little drunkenly. “You’re my best friend Row, you know that?”

You laugh before you place a kiss on his lips. “You’re mine too.”

“I just can’t wait to marry you. Can we get married in Colorado? Around Christmas in the snow? It’s so pretty there…you’re so pretty.” He murmurs, kissing you.

“That sounds perfect,” you smile. Even though he’s inebriated, there’s truth in those words.

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“Hey! No making babies tonight, you guys. Not yet. Gotta wait until me and Bob…and Sun and Row get married first, so we have them all at the same time.” Bradley slurs, pointing at Jake and Nat as they head to their room, opting to stay in the hotel for their wedding night.

Sunny nods eagerly in agreement, eyes glassy as she’s nearly in the same state as Bradley.

“Alright Bradshaw, no babies tonight,” Jake laughs, patting him on the shoulder.

“Promise?” He squints at Nat.

“We promise,” Nat agrees, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you say, steering him in the direction of your room. Bob’s slightly ahead, struggling with Sunny who’s attempting to unzip her dress. Who gave her tequila?

“Okay, okay. Have fun fucking!” He throws an arm up in an attempt to wave.

You shush him with a laugh and get him in your room a few minutes later.

He flops on the closest bed with a groan. “Wa—wait, I don’t want the cum bed. Help me up?”

“The what?” You ask as you pull off his shoes.

“The cum bed…you know? This is where we all had sex last night. There’s jizz everywhere,” he whisper-yells.

You can’t help but laugh. “They changed the bedding, babe. It’s okay.”

“‘s gross,” he huffs, then sighs. “Sleep here with me?”

“Yeah, just let me change quick.” You reply, unzipping your dress and heading to the bathroom.

But when you come out a few minutes later, he’s fast asleep, spread out like a starfish on the top of the covers.

You roll your eyes with a smile, pulling the comforter from the other bed and tugging it over you both. The steady beat of his heart under your ear quickly lulls you to sleep too.

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A/N: Sorry again about the wait for this chapter. This week was hell, I cried the entire drive home from work (I deleted my post about what happened because I’m paranoid lol, but seriously—found out today that the disgruntled employee is trying to take legal action against the organization I work for and guess who’ll get summoned 😒)

Anywho, fun fact—‘Then’ is me and my husband’s song. It came out right when we started dating and it was our first dance song at our wedding 3 years later (to the day of our dating anniversary). So fluffy 🤢 😂

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Sick Prompts II

1. “If you even so much as look like you’re about to pass out, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

2. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine for me.”

3. “You were so sound asleep you would’ve missed the fire alarm going off if I didn’t wake you.”

4. “I’ll bring you some food. It’s almost time to take your meds anyway.”

5. “If I see you leave that bed even once, I’m going to physically manhandle you back into it.”

6. “No kisses until you’re better!”

7. “Baby, it’s just a stomach ache. You’ll be fine.”

8. “I told you eating that would make you sick.”

9. “Darling, look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?”

10. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

11. “Don’t even think about going to work/class today.”

12. “After all of the times I’ve told you it’s a bad idea, you still insist on going out to play in the rain.”

13. “You know I love you more than anything else in the world, but please cover your mouth when you sneeze.”

14. “We’re almost there, love. Just stay with me a little bit longer.”

15. “Nightmare, huh? Must’ve been a fever dream.”

16. “Scoot over. It’s cuddle time.”

17. “Would you rather go to work/class and suffer because you obviously don’t feel well or stay in bed and get cuddles and forehead kisses and watch movies?”

18. “You can’t say the words vomit and okay in the same sentence.”

19. “You’re sick. Let me baby you.”

20. “No one is expecting you to get over this immediately.”

21. “Why are you so dramatic whenever you get sick?”

22. “Can you even keep water down right now?”

23. “I know you hate hospitals and all, but I’m taking you to one. Get in the car.”

24. “Okay Ms./Mr. I’m-not-sick, tell me why you sneezed five times in the span of an hour.”

25. “Please take your medicine, love. It’ll help you get better.”

“26. “Well considering the fact that you’re shivering, the circles under your eyes are five times darker than they were two days ago, and your forehead feels like it’s on fire, yeah I’d say there’s a pretty good chance you’re sick.”

27. “I love you. I really do. But your immune system is shit.”

28. “Go to bed, darling. You need to be resting.”

29. “You’ll live.”

30. “Oh my, 103. That’s not good.”

31. “When we get home, I’m gonna wrap you like a burrito in my thickest blanket and put on your favorite movie.”

32. “I’ll be honest, babe. You’re kinda cute when you’re all cranky.”

33. “You need to eat, love. Just a little bit for me.”

34. “You look absolutely miserable.”

35. “Ooh. That cough sounded like it hurt.”

36. “How bad is the pain right now from 0 to 10?”

37. “Aw, poor thing.”

38. “How’s your head feeling?”

39. “Would it make you feel better if I put a warm towel on your head played with your hair?”

40. “Don’t just stand around doing nothing! Get him/her some water for god’s sake!”

41. “We’re not gonna watch a sad movie. If you cry, you’ll get more congested.”

42. “As adorable as you look in my hoodie, I’m gonna ask that you please wash it before giving it back.”

43. “Come to bed, love. I’d be kind of a terrible boyfriend/girlfriend/partner if I just let you sleep on the bathroom floor.”

44. “I find it really odd that you act all big and tough, but become a baby when you’re sick. But that’s okay. You’re my baby.”

45. “Don’t even try and tell me you’re not delirious. You have spent all day mumbling abstract nonsense to yourself.”

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Chapter 8

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k

Warnings: anxiety, exercising (dancing + warming up), self-doubt, self-hate, angst, reader being a bit mean to herself (thoughts), almost fainting, mentions of the possibility someone will hit reader, food, eating, mentions of past abuse against (Y/n),

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter, I’ve been swamped during summer with work and I got my driver's license but now I’m back again! The wait became even longer as I got hit with writer's block. I still hope you enjoy this chapter!

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(Y/n)’s POV

After we had finished eating, Seungmin and I regrouped with the others before, once again, splitting up as the members had some different schedules up until lunch. “Have you decided who you wanna go with for now, (Y/n)?” Changbin asked while we all began walking to the elevators. “Yeah, I decided to go with Danceracha up until lunch and after that, we’ll see,” “Yes! We got (Y/n)!” Felix exclaimed happily making some of the employees around us look at him with weird looks before they returned to what they did previously. “Alright, Changbin and I’s meeting should be over around 2 pm, maybe a little later. Do you think the rest of you will be ready for lunch by then or sooner or later?” “I can’t really say for us, it depends on how many changes we wanna do to the choreo and how long it takes us to learn it,” Minho answered Bang Chan, it sounded a bit complicated but I think seeing them dance will be a lot of fun. “Our vocal training with the coach is scheduled between 9.00 am to 1.30 pm, so we should be done by 2 unless we run over too but I don’t think we will as the coach is on a very strict schedule,” Seungmin said, he was apparently the one who had booked the training session so of course he was the one who knew all the details. “Mm, okay. Well, when the three of you are done with your vocal training, why don’t you stop by the dance studio and see how it’s going for Danceracha, if they seem to be running late, bring (Y/n) with you and meet up with us for lunch. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix will just have to eat later unless the other choreographers want to eat too so you can take a break,” “Yeah, that sounds good to us, how about for you (Y/n)?” “Oh, yeah, that’s fine, Jinnie,” “Great, we’ll see you later. We have to go now or we’re gonna be late,” And with that, the group split up.

Minho took my hand and led me into an elevator with Hyunjin and Felix following us. They guided me to a big room with an entire wall made up of mirrors, in one corner there was a small-ish black couch, and beside the couch, there was something that seemed like a computer - probably where they controlled what song played in the speakers. I looked around the room with awe, it had a somewhat cozy feeling as I turned back to the mirrors and saw how the three dancers were looking at me with love-filled eyes and sweet smiles. “Want to warm up with us, (Y/n)?” Hyunjin asked as Minho walked over to the computer and began typing away. “I don’t know how,” “That’s fine! We usually follow one another, today it’s Hyunjin’s turn to lead the warm-up so all you need to do is face the mirror and imitate Hyunjin’s movements, and if you struggle with anything you can ask any of us for help, but really all you need to do is try your best,” Felix said as he came over and put his hands gently on my shoulders before shaking me lightly to make me smile. “Okay, I’ll try!” “Great, let’s start then. In 30 minutes the choreographer is coming so we need to be ready by then. Jinnie the floor is yours,” Minho said, using a tone I was unfamiliar with, it was stern, leaving no room for arguments.

Hyunjin faced the mirrors just like the rest of us, though he was standing a few steps in front of us, I stood beside Felix, watching Hyunjin’s reflection in the mirror carefully. “Have fun, (Y/n)!” “Hm!” I nodded my head before focusing on Hyunjin once again. Minho took out his phone and hit play and a second later music filled the room and Hyunjin began moving, with the rest of us following his lead. Minho and Felix had no problem keeping up but I struggled a bit, the other two probably knew what movements would follow one another, I, however, did not. But as I remembered what Felix said before we started I began calming down and stopped focusing on all the mistakes I made and rather focused on just having fun as I tried to keep up with Danceracha. After warming up for 15 minutes I was sweating like crazy and I was very tired, my vision was becoming a bit blurry, and my movements were slower. “Hey stop! (Y/n)’s about to faint,” Felix shouted alerting everyone, even myself, of my swaying body and my weak legs. Felix quickly stepped closer to me before he gently hooked his arm around my waist and helped me walk over to the couch in the corner of the room. Minho and Hyunjin went to get some water and towels. With just over 10 minutes left before they had to meet with the choreographer, and I was taking up their time. This is why no one likes you. This is why no one wants you. An angry, dark voice resonated inside my head. The voice made me shrink back into my shy and shut-off self, I couldn’t look at Felix, I knew he would be angry, I should have been able to do this, hybrids are supposed to be good at exercises, but I’m not. “Hey, (Y/n). Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Can you see me? Are your eyes okay?” His voice was silky smooth, deep, and warm, it was filled with worry and love. He doesn’t actually care. If you look at him you know he’ll hit you. “(Y/n), please, look up at me?” Run away, he doesn’t want you. They don’t want you. They hate you. You’re a waste of space. Felix gently put one of his hands on my chin and then lightly tilted it upward so my eyes would meet his, I froze as soon as my eyes met his. His eyes were full of worry, adoration, love, fright, and anxiety, no matter how hard I searched for any feeling of hatred, I could find nothing alike it. It’s all fake. “Are you okay?” “I, -” My voice cracked as I just noticed how dry my throat was both from the exhaustion but also from the anxiety the evil voice brought with it. I broke out in a small coughing fit as I tried to catch my breath. “It’s okay, look at me, you’re fine, (Y/n), I’m here. Minho-hyung will be back in a few seconds with some water for you,” As soon as Felix had said it, Minho came jogging back into the room with four water bottles in his hands, closely followed by Hyunjin who had some towels in his arms. “Here,” Minho said as he handed a water bottle to Felix who opened it before giving it to me. I gladly took it and gulped down half the bottle, soothing my sore throat. “Feeling better now?” Felix asked as he took the water bottle from me, closing it before taking a towel from Hyunjin’s arms. He unfolded it and carefully patted it against my forehead, wiping away my sweat. “ I’m sorry,” “Why are you sorry? (Y/n), you don’t have to apologize,”

“I ruin everything,” “(Y/n), I’m sorry but I’m going to raise my voice a bit right now. You don’t ruin everything. Anyone can faint when exercising, you don’t mean any less to us because of this, we are the ones to blame because we should have thought about the possibility of this happening. This is not your fault. It could just as likely have been me or any of the others who fainted. We all love you, so so so much, nothing would change that. Okay? Listen to me, WE LOVE YOU” I was startled as Felix raised his voice at me, he wasn’t screaming but he was speaking significantly louder than he ever had before around me. Usually, something like this would have me shivering and crying, yet with Felix my eyes were locked with his, I was frozen as I listened to his warm voice as I saw the tears escaping from his eyes. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice. Minho and Hyunjin had walked out of the room shortly before this to stop the choreographer from stepping inside before Felix and I had calmed down. I could hear their voices as they conversed outside the door, joined by an unfamiliar voice that I assumed belonged to the choreographer. “Please, (Y/n). Don’t put yourself down, we love you, I love you, so please, please love yourself, if not for your sake for ours,” I slowly moved my hand up to his face and wiped away the tears that had streaked his cheeks. “I’ll try, for you,” Felix enveloped me in a warm hug before he took a deep breath and calmed down from his crying.We sat there, our arms encircled around each other, as we were shaking from crying, sniffling, and trying to calm down from what just happened. “Please (Y/n), please believe me when I say that we love you,” I couldn’t answer him verbally so I opted to just give him a tighter squeeze before I let go of him and moved back a tiny bit. I shakily put my hand on his cheek and wiped away some of his tears with my thumb. Felix took a deep breath before wiping away my tears too. “I have to get ready now, we can’t keep the choreographer waiting any longer,” “I’ll just stay here so that you guys can focus,” “(Y/n), you wouldn’t be in the way,” “I know, but I still feel shaky, I don’t think I can stand up just yet,” “Are you sure you want to stay here then? You don’t want to go to some of the others?” “I’m sure, I want to see you and Minho and Hyunjin dance,” “Okay, bunny. Just let us know if you need anything,” “I promise,” “Good,” Felix gave me a kiss on my forehead before he stood up and walked over to the door to let Minho and Hyunjin back inside.

15 minutes later and I finally stopped feeling nauseous and shaky. My eyes were locked solidly onto the way that Danceracha was moving. The smoothness, the precision, the look in their eyes, it was mesmerizing. “With this move, I would prefer if we could do it like this,” Minho said as he showed what he meant, the choreographer watched closely before discussing it further with Minho going back and forth until they reached a move they were both happy with. All three of them glanced back at me every now and then, when they saw that I was watching them they just smiled and looked away again. Soon a few hours had passed and it was time for lunch, to me though, it felt like only a few minutes had passed from the moment I shared with Felix, as we both cried, holding each other. “Come on, let’s meet up with the others,” Hyunjin said as he waved me over with a tired but happy smile on his lips. Danceracha looked exhausted, quite frankly they reeked of sweat but they had been dancing none stop for a few hours. “Weren’t Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin supposed to stop by when their training was over?” “Yeah, they should be coming any second, it’s only 1.35 pm. The vocal room they had booked is five floors above this one so it takes a few minutes to walk between them,” Felix answered as he tenderly took one of my hands into his before leading me to the door. After we had stepped outside my nose picked up the familiar scent of the youngest Stray Kid.

“Hyungs! (Y/n)! Hi!” “Ya, Innie, you’re not supposed to scream right after training,” Jeongin just turned and gave Seungmin a playful glare in return before he continued smiling and jogging in my direction. “Hi” I waved to the three of them. Seeing them run and smile, being so carefree and happy, it made me feel like maybe there is hope for me too, that one day I can be freed from all of my worries, from my past. As long as I stay with them, as long as I’m with my family I’ll be fine. No more being alone. No more darkness. “How was it? Watching dance practice?” Jisung asked once he too caught up with us. I looked at Danceracha, pondering over whether or not I should tell the others about my accident. “It was fun, I wish I could dance like them,” Minho looked at me, understanding my decision of not telling them yet, or I think he did because he began talking about something else as he began walking toward the elevators with the rest of us following. Seungmin walked beside Felix and me, he tenderly took my free hand into his as we were walking. It wasn’t until he did that that I realized just how cold my hands were, when Felix took my hand into his I didn’t think about the heat difference as Felix had just been dancing for a long time but Seungmin had not and his hand almost felt like it was on fire compared to mine. “Wow, did you take a trip to the North Pole? Your hands are so cold!” Seungmin proclaimed as he laughed. “Oh, I didn’t even think about it, holy, (Y/n), we need to get you some tea or some hot chocolate to warm you up,” As the two began fussing over me Minho looked back, surely after he heard them speak of my icy hands. His eyes spoke so loudly, as he stared into mine, he knew I was cold after the panic attack, even if I had calmed down and wasn’t crying anymore, my unconscious mind hadn’t let it go just yet, it had pretty much shut down. “I’m sure she’ll be fine after she gets some food, we all need it so come on, let’s move it, Chan-hyung and Changbin are waiting for us by the cafeteria, their meeting ended a little earlier than they thought it would,” Chan had apparently texted Minho that info just now, I didn’t even notice him checking his phone.

After arriving at the cafeteria we quickly found Chan and Changbin, they had taken a large table so we could all sit together this time. We ordered our food and then Minho told Chan, and the others, about what happened in the dance studio. Everyone looked worried but they were happy nothing worse happened. “Maybe it would be best for you (Y/n) if you went home to rest for the rest of the day. You’ve experienced a lot today and maybe we shouldn’t hurry this exposure too much or things like this will happen. We need to gradually expose you to our hectic schedules. If you want I can come home with you,” “What about the meetings?” “Changbin can handle them, the hardest one is finished already, the last one is just for the name of the album and we’ve never had a problem with those meetings before, besides Changbin has handled meetings like this alone other times too,” “I’m actually feeling quite worn out so maybe going home would be best,” “Uh, hyung, actually, I don’t think I can take this next meeting on my own,” “Huh? Why not?” “They changed the schedule, the album name meeting is tomorrow, and after lunch, we have the meeting regarding the music videos,” Bang Chan let out a loud sigh, he looked really annoyed, but I wasn’t scared of him, because I knew he wasn’t upset with me, and he isn’t like my previous owners, he wouldn’t hit me. “Ugh, why do they change the schedule every time? We always put it like this, then they change it only to switch back to OUR original schedule… ugh. Well, (Y/n), sorry that means I can’t take you home,” Chan looked at me, he looked disappointed. “It’s okay. I think I can just rest on the couch in the dance studio, don’t worry,” “I could take her home, we don’t have that much left to go over for the dances so the part I miss Minho-hyung and Lixie can teach me tomorrow,” “As long as it’s okay with Minho and Felix, it’s okay with me, you know I rarely but in regarding the dances, that’s Minho’s responsibility,” Chan said the last part as he chuckled because Minho gave him a fake annoyed glare. “Mm, take the bunny home, make sure she gets some rest,” “I will,” Hyunjin gave me a smile before we all continued eating our lunches.

After we all had finished eating Hyunjin called their driver to come and pick the two of us up and drive us to the dorm. “Take care and rest well, (Y/n). We’ll see you tonight,” Jisung said as he gave me a warm and tight hug. “Change into the new pajamas we got for you, you know the one that was so warm and fluffy!” Jeongin said as he then reminded Hyunjin where it was. Everyone either hugged me before saying goodbye or just waved and smiled. Soon it was just Hyunjin and I, as we waited in the lobby for the driver to come. “He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep.

~ To Be Continued ~

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