#Ok look I just thought the sky was pretty and wanted to take pictures

[lovelyjj]

maybe a mix of “i’m just afraid” and “tell me the truth”? 🫶

avoidance

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.4k

a/n: I lowkey hate this.

You and JJ were the best of friends. You did everything together. He was your person you told everything to. He was your partner in crime. There were no secrets between the two of you.

You and JJ were on the couch that was on John B’s porch, enjoying the rain. The rain was blanketing the outer banks in water, soaking the grass and trees.

“I love the rain,” you stated.

“Really why?” JJ asked.

“I don’t know it makes me feel less alone, like the sky is crying with me.”

“That’s a really good reason,” JJ replied.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“You want to dance?” JJ asked with a goofy grin on his face.

“In the rain?” You questioned surprised.

“In the rain,” JJ confirmed.

“Ok.”

JJ got up and reached his hand out for you to take, which you gladly accepted. The two of you went out on the grass and JJ held onto one hand. Then he put one hand on your waist and you put the hand not holding his, on his shoulder.

You guys danced and he spun you around and you got soaking wet. You were having a lot of fun though. You were having a blast and so was JJ.

When you were finished JJ ushered you inside as you giggled.

You both changed into dry clothes and afterwards JJ had an idea.

“Let’s make some hot chocolate,” JJ announced.

“Yes please,” you answered.

JJ whipped up two mugs of cocoa and you both sipped yours quietly.

“Tastes good,” you whispered.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you asked JJ.

“Sure,” JJ replied.

You both settled into John B’s living room and put on spider-man. You ended up falling asleep on the pullout couch.

——————

A couple days later you were all going out on the boat. The day was bright and sunny perfect for going out on the water.

JJ was looking at you in your bikini top. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at his best friend like that but he couldn’t help it. You looked hot and JJ could hardly look away from your chest.

You were oblivious to JJ’s ogling. You were happy to be on the boat with your friends.

“I can’t believe the weather is so nice,” you spoke.

“Yeah it’s perfect,” Pope responded.

“I thought it would be windy out here on the water,” JJ said removing his attention from your breasts.

“Hope we can catch some fish,” John B announced.

“Should be able to,” JJ commented.

While the boys were fishing, you Kiara and Sarah were on your phones. You were looking through your photos and you noticed how many you had of you and JJ.

There was one of you two at the beach with the waves in the background and a pretty sunset.

“Can I post this J?” you asked.

“Let me see it.”

You handed your phone to JJ and he took it. He scanned the image and smiled a genuine smile.

“Yeah that’s a good one. Go ahead fire away.”

You gave him a smile and decided to post the picture.

After a while you got a few comments. One was from Sarah that said, “Goals.”

You ignored it because you didn’t want to draw attention to it. The last thing you needed was people assuming your in a relationship with JJ cause your not. Your just friends and that’s all you ever will be.

—————

You were spending more and more time with JJ. Sometimes with the other pogues and sometimes just the two of you.

You were starting to catch feelings for him. You didn’t know how or why but being around him brought out the best in you. You started to fall in love with your best friend. You were scared you’ve never felt this way before. And what if he doesn’t love you back.

You decided to go to Kiara and ask for her help. She was working at the wreck, so you made your way over there.

“Hey Kie, I need your help,” you hesitated.

“Yeah sure y/n whatever you need,” Kiara replied.

“Here let’s sit down,” Kiara said as she directed you to a small table by the window.

You sat across from her and she gave you a kind smile with kind eyes.

“What’s up,” Kiara started.

“Well um I’ve sorta had these feelings for a certain someone and I’m not sure what to do about it. I just know I don’t want to tell them,” you began.

“Why don’t you want to tell them,” Kiara asked.

“I’m just afraid,” you bit your lip.

“What do you have to be afraid of?”

“Well first of all he could not feel the same way. He could reject me. He could laugh in my face. The list goes on,” you threw your hands up in the air.

“JJ wouldn’t do that,” Kiara raised a brow.

“How do you know it’s JJ?” You asked.

“Oh come on, who else would it be.”

“You’ve got a point.” you laughed.

“Speak of the devil,” Kiara whispered as you turned to the sound of the door opening.

JJ sauntered in to the wreck, Pope, John B and Sarah following suit.

“The gangs all here,” Kiara exclaimed.

“I need to go,” you whispered to Kiara.

“What why?”

“I just need to, ok!”

You slipped out the back door leaving the rest of the crew utterly confused.

—————

You have been avoiding JJ. It’s not that you wanted to, you hated the distance between you and not seeing him but you didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

You were getting worried because you thought JJ was on to you. Now JJ was getting worried because he hasn’t seen you in a while. He figured that you were mad at him. He hated it.

When the pogues would hang out all together you would not be there. You would miss the activities they had planned.

It was getting harder and harder hiding your feelings from JJ. You would always blush or your heart would beat really fast. So your only option you decided was to stop hanging out with him.

JJ was confused because of your absence. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He was determined.

He assumed you would be at your house. So that’s where he showed up. He knocked on your door a few times and after a few minutes you came to the door. You were shocked to see JJ standing there.

You wanted to run back to your room and hide. You were embarrassed by your actions. Just all of a sudden ghosting him. He didn’t deserve that.

“Hey um so I miss you. A lot. And I think we need to talk,” JJ scratched the back of his neck.

“Sure.”

You stepped outside and closed the door behind you.

“I need to know why your avoiding me,” JJ insisted.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“y/n.”

“Ok ok I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want to see you.” You nervously crossed your arms and looked down.

JJ wasn’t buying it. “No. Tell me the truth.”

As you looked into JJ’s pleading blue eyes you felt your stomach flip. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried.

“Fine. You want the truth? The truth is I’m in love with you. And I don’t know how to act around you anymore. I assumed you didn’t feel the same way so to save myself the rejection, I avoided you.”

“You thought I wouldn’t feel the same way?” JJ questioned.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” JJ confessed.

“Really?”

JJ nodded his head.

“I can’t believe you did all that.” JJ said surprised.

You took a step closer to JJ and he took your face in his hands.

“Come here,” JJ whined.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You leaned in and JJ placed lips on yours. Instantly you felt electrifying sparks shoot trough you. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. The kiss was gentle and delicate. JJ was excited and you were giddy.

Your lips were crushing together and moving against each other. JJ was feeling warm all over. Your hands were resting on JJ’s shoulders. One of JJ’s hand rested on your jaw and one hand snaked lower to your butt squeezing lightly. This caused you to gasp, allowing JJ’s tongue to slide into your mouth.

After making out you pulled away breathless. You wore a big smile and JJ laughed.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” JJ broke the silence.

“I’ve missed you too,” you responded.

“Will you be mine?” JJ asked.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” you exclaimed.

JJ picked you up and spun you around, your laughter mixing together to create a sense of harmony and happiness. Since you and JJ were best of friends your romantic relationship will only flourish because you loved each other wholeheartedly.

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[hijackalx]

GALE SFW HEADCANONS:

finally we got our lover boy here. its not a secret that he like gets super easily attached. i kind of hate that they patched that out bcz it fit his character so much. but yeah in my mind its canon he gets attached suppperrr easily also kind of the type of guy to love bomb tav. not in the manipulative way tho like he genuinely thinks hes in love.

he gives everything he has in relationships too like tav IS his everything. he can be pretty clingy but thats just cuz he loves them so much ❤️ ok yandere vibes hold on. not really but imagine.

the type of dude to draw pictures of him and tav holding hands in his diary (they are not drawn good) also definitely talks to himself a lot, or maybe to his cat (sometimes abt tav)

hands down the funniest mf at camp like hes the type thats just naturally funny he doesnt even try to be. its hard to take him serious sometimes bcz of it😭😭 he gets mad af about it too. like his funnyness is a blight on his existence he just wants to be taken seriously. also feel like he has the worst luck too like fucked up things always happen to him and thats also hilarious LMAO constantly has the camp in stitches

he has bad spatial awareness so hes always triggering traps and tav gets so mad 😹😹😹

love language:

giving= words of affirmation and quality time

always wants to be with tav. also loves to compliment them but he does it in his corny ass wizard way lol like in the most extra way possible. he cant just say "ur eyes look beautiful today" hes got to say some shit like "ur viewing orbs are looking most ravishing this eventide". i bet he would write poetry abt tav but he wouldnt give it to them bcz hes lowkey embarrassed 😔 like insecure in his ability not embarrassed by the action itself. he just wants to do tav justice and he doesnt think he can.

receiving= quality time

as long as tav wants to be with him too hes happy. he worries abt being too clingy so sometimes he'll distance himself and if tav closes that distance on their own itll make him so happy. like thats the best thing ever to him. to have somebody that wants to be in his presence and listen to him ramble.

i feel like gale is similar in height to astarion so like 5'11/6' hes probably closer to 5'11. like that is the most gale height to me. also hes a little thicker with some muscle. hes def got a lil belly 🤭❤️ his pecs are rlly smthng too like thats where most of his muscle goes. those look heavy let me carry them for u king 🤲🏻😼

GALE NSFW HEADCANONS:

A FREAKKKKKK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MAN IS A FREAK. WHAT was that shit in the sky ?????? THE FUCK ??? like he is THE MOST kinky mf here he will do almost anything. ONLY with ppl hes comfortable with tho. otherwise hes vanilla af. i honestly feel like hes mostly submissive tho just cuz hes chill like that. equally gives and receives. like straight up tav is his BABY he will do ANYTHING for them. probably introduced to most of his kinks thru tav (and mystra....... unfortunately.....)

loves to give head. like dear god. will beg tav to let him for real. hes very good at it too

incorporates sooo much magic. will make fake!gale fuck tav so he can watch. will use hot and cold magic and all that. electricity. the thunder stuff or whatever its called. literally anything u can think of to spice it up. he has thought of it. will also do freaky shit like using magic to mess with tav in public if u know what i mean

doesnt have a high body count i lowkey feel like mystra was his first. and he hasnt smashed anybody since. until tav.

exhibitionist AND humiliation kink. so these work hand in hand bcz like i said he doesnt do kinky shit with ppl hes not comfortable with so doing it where strangers might see is ultimate humiliation for him. but also likes to humiliate tav with it too.

will say a lot of nasty shit. this i feel he doesnt go super overboard with but its nasty compared to how he usually is. mostly when hes begging.

im gonna say gale has a solid 5 on him. and hes got hair i feel like most of the companions do but it works rlly good on gale lol. like hes got a happy trail and everything 🤤 nice hairy armpits too so u know hes got that manly ass MUSKK 💦💦💦 anyway i think his pp is pretty straight. like a wand lol. its a pretty normal pp.

aftercare with gale is the best yo like he makes sure tav is taken care of first and then cleans up on his own unless tav offers which he usually tells them to rest lol. hes just so sweet.

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[kairiscorner]

HELLOOOO I JUS STARTED READING YOUR WORKS AND i have been OBSESSED !!!!!

COULD I REQ a e1610!miles x fem!reader, where it’s a bit of a she fell first he fell harder sitch? reader and miles are pretty close friends and reader has been crushing on them for as long as she remembers 😅 miles DOES have feelings but he brushes them off as “just friends feelings”. they could have a bit of an argument cozzzzzz reader was getting mixed signals from miles 😢😢 but then once he does realize his actual feelings, he plans a little something to ask reader if he can court her? (filo!reader twist ? 🧐)

THANK YEW SM !! 🤞⭐️💘

HIII THANK YOU !! OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS?????? my second favorite trope after the "he fell first" one >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends

summary: you have loved miles for the longest time, and guess what? he likes you a lot, too. he wasn't sure at first, though. he joked about it a lot, until you had enough, now he has to come clean and admit everything to you.

word count: 1,200

oh the pain of being in love with your best friend, it's excruciating. nothing is more suffocating than being in close proximity with the boy who has your whole heart wrapped around his finger with him being none the wiser. you two have known each other practically all your lives, and for most of it... you've spent it admiring him, finding all kinds of reasons to keep falling for and loving him in ways you never thought were possible. when high school came around, you wondered if it would be worth it to tell him your feelings; surely, you wouldn't be affected if he didn't like you... right?

oh, who were you kidding? it'd hurt like falling from the sky and landing in an active volcano's magma chamber. like hell you were ever admitting your feelings to him, you wanted to keep the status quo. why would anything that wasn't broken need fixing, right? you kept up the act of being his 'closest friend' that truly loved him, in all ways, but at a distance. you felt a suffocating catharsis with him, a contradiction that haunted you whenever you felt your heart flutter when you two were together, and you feared that so badly.

you wanted to stop feeling this weirdly about him, especially when he told you he thought of you practically as family. it made you feel like you were betraying him for falling for him. well little did you know... he's betrayed you too, then, in that sense. miles has always found you amazing, just overall wonderful company and the best friend he could ever ask for. you always take care of him when he doesn't feel okay, you always listen when he has to blow off some steam, and your touch against his... it feels electrifying, it feels like home.

he does get confused sometimes why he feels a little hot in the face when you look at him for a beat too long, or why he has the urge to want to wrap his arm around your shoulders, lay his head on one of them, too, maybe... wait, why is he thinking this? he hadn't really thought of you like that before, or has he? when he pictures doing things like that with his other friends, they feel alright, but not exactly the right kind of alright he feels with you. "i just... i just care about them a lot. yeah, they're just, they just mean that much to me." he'd tell himself when he overthinks it sometimes.

but sometimes, those feelings of his take over, and sometimes, he'll do things that make your heart beat a whole lot quicker. he'd sometimes compliment you unironically for no reason, even if you didn't change anything about yourself. he'd joke about what a pretty couple you two would look like, though he'd tell it was a joke, he meant nothing by it and he'd say sorry if it put you off. 'he should be sorry for giving me hope every time,' you'd think to yourself in frustration.

you weren't exactly angry about him showing you so much affection--you were angry because he gave you hope, every time, that he'd like you back--only to be greeted with a punch in the stomach as he brushed them off as 'jokes'. you had the last straw when miles made yet another 'joke' about him falling for you. "it's just... you're quite a catch, okay? you're pretty, smart, strong too. now, i'm not saying i do like you, it's just--" "can you stop?" you asked with a stern voice as miles immediately stopped talking when you cut him off mid-sentence. your eyebrows were furrowed together angrily as you looked at his concerned expression. "what did i do?" he asked you, genuinely unsure of what he did to warrant your anger. "that. it's that obliviousness of yours. don't you get it? you're... you're giving me..." you decided not to finish that thought, in fear that you would give yourself away.

you cussed under your breath as miles bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying sorry, because he knew you hated it when 'sorry' is all one can say while you were chewing them out. miles gently put a hand on your shoulder, and with a hung head and an absolutely anxious mind... he went out with it. "...i like you. so much." he admitted, placing emphasis on every syllable, hoping it sank in to you that he likes you the way you have always liked him.

he darts his eyes from your feet to his as he shuffles them a little out of anxiety, and he sighs as he looks up at your flustered face, trying to sound confident, sure of himself, but he was everything but that--and it showed. "i didn't think i'd... actually be in love when i thought about you like that, those... those thoughts i shared with you. you know, the... the 'me dating you' ones, the 'oh, you're so darn pretty, smart, strong, and everything' ones... the... 'i kinda wanna ask you out ones'... yeah... i just realized recently it meant... i like you." he said as his voice quieted and softened, as a small smile cracked on his face as he felt it growing hotter and hotter the longer he spoke.

"if you'll let me, and this is not a joke this time... if you'll let me, can i... can i court you?" he asked you in the softest voice he could muster, so scared of what you'd say. he poured his whole heart out to you, hoping you understood, hoping you'd say yes... "morales, i am going to hit you." you threatened him lightly as you tried to take your shoe off, feeling your own face get flustered as he chuckled. "i'll take it, just... i want to earn your love, i wanna do it right." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "...is it bad you earned it long ago already?" you asked him, which caused his eyes to widen as he pulled back a little.

"wait, so you mean to tell me that--" before he could even finish, you planted a kiss on his lips. it was brief, it was abrupt, but all the love you pent up for him over the years was put into that very kiss. you still looked angry at him, and rightfully so, for causing you so much excitement that he'd like you back only to just recently realize it. "you'll buy me lunch today, morales." you said as you took his hand and began to trudge forward with him following, smiling all the while and getting super excited for what this meant for the both of you. "i'd buy you lunch every day, walk you home, cuddle up with you if you wanted... i'd make every day about you, that's what i mean when i say i wanna court you, mahal." he said as he interlocked his hand in your own, which made you super flustered, but you wanted to keep it under wraps--gotta make him pay for giving you so much hope from back then, of course.

a/n: MY BOYYYYYY

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni

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[vulpes115]

Narcissa, specifically the Marauder’s fandom take on her, makes me want to sob and I need her to be appreciated more. Just, imagine you are the third daughter of parents that only wanted sons. A flower in a sky full of stars. A flower, an object only meant to be looked upon and be pretty. You know your parents never loved you, will never love you, you who is not the long awaited son they asked for. But even still, you can’t help pushing yourself to fulfill the mold they expect from you, beautiful and perfect. But even still you receive love from your family, just in the form of your older sisters. Your eldest who tries so fiercely to protect you and your sister but is clearly starting to slip into insanity. The middle starting to slip away, finding comfort in a man who’s kind you were poisoned to hate. Still, you love them. No matter what you love them, you have so little else. The only other one you have is your baby cousin, made in the same mold as you, who you try so desperately to protect.

At Hogwarts you are expected to be a good mark on your family, prefect, ace student and quidditch player. Willing to drop it all as soon as graduation to be a wife and mother. You only let yourself break the rules once, for her, the one decision you made that goes against your family wishes, the girl whose kisses taste like powdered sugar, whose natural kindness and beauty shines like a candle in your otherwise dark life. For years you let yourself indulge it. For years you pretend. But you know it must end.

The end comes quicker than thought. Your middle sister comes to you, she’s going to elope with her own secret love, she’s going to escape the family and the rot it contains. She asks if you want to come with. You want so badly to say yes. But you have been the perfect daughter for so long, being anything else scares you. So you say no. So you close the door. So you marry the fiancée that sister left behind. So you accept it when your lover breaks up with you, unwilling to be just a mistress. So you tell yourself you’re better without her, all the while knowing you will never find love like her again. Never stop loving her. You say as much when your cousin asks you if it ever gets better, heartbroken over his own Gryffindor. But still you made your choices and well, your fiancée is…fine, as pure-blood men go. He loves you but you don’t love him, can’t ever love him but you’re ok playing your part, even if it’s never him you picture when you play it, not even on your wedding night.

Before you know it, war is at your doorstep. Your eldest, no, only sister and your husband both pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord. So does your youngest, no, only cousin. Your cousin, so young, so naive. He dies, you never find the body, he was only eighteen and you couldn’t do anything to protect him. And the only person you ever loved? Well when you first realized she was going to be fighting on the opposing side you figured she’d be ok. Her and her new husband were powerful, well respected aurors, true Gryffindors, if anybody was going to be ok it was them. You were wrong, oh so wrong. Death would have been kinder with the fate they suffered. A fate brought on by your sister. The only one you ever loved as much as the love of your life. A love now only matched by hate.

You watch as your sister is dragged off in shackles, trying to hide any expression behind an icy mask. You watch as your lover looks back at you with distant lifeless eyes, eyes that don’t recognize you. You visit as often as you can but it’s hard to get away from your duty as mother and wife, even harder to see your lover permanently near death like this. You don’t mean to, but you stop visiting as often.

You only have one thing left to hold on to now, your son. Your darling boy. As a second war fast approaches you fear for him. You saw what happened to your cousin, you fear history is doomed to repeat itself. You do everything you can, extract whatever vows are needed, you do not believe you can survive if he too is taken from you. Then the pivotal moment comes. You have no idea if your son is alive or dead, but the chosen one is lying on the ground and he tells you he’s alive. In that moment you make a choice, you lie, you lie to the most powerful man alive, you lie to a mind reader, you lie to save your son, and you never admit it to yourself but you lie to avenge your lover he stole the sanity of, your cousin he stole the life from, and your sister he stole the soul of.

When the war is over, your action lets your family escape consequences. For the first time since the war began, you find the courage to come and visit your old lover. You apologize for not visiting more, and tell her about your sons, how her son had finished what she started, how your son had done what you never could. It takes several years longer until you make a visit to a different ghost of your past, knock cautiously on the door, a door opened by your sister, a woman you haven’t seen in almost thirty years. Things are awkward at first, of course they are, she is resistant, she’s lost so much to this war and she is slow to trust again, but eventually you two are having a heart to heart over tea, apologizing to each other about old wrongs. It’s not much, but it’s a start. As for your boy, he finds comfort in, of all people, the chosen one, the boy your whole family was supposed to hate, the boy who you helped save the life of. You are glad he is happy, you saw how miserable he was during the war. But a small part of you can’t help but feel envious, that this is a happiness that you could’ve experienced, that your cousin could’ve experienced, if you had made different choices, better choices, found your voice earlier, instead of being left with just an empty shell. Still, you made those choices, had made your bed, and now you must lie in it. But, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, if you get to see your son smile, if you get to hold your grandchildren, if you get to see your sister for monthly tea, if you get to hold your old lover’s hand once in awhile and pretend for just a minute that everything turned out ok between you two.

That’s something your parents didn’t know when they named you after a daffodil, that even after a harsh cold winter, they can make a comeback.

#Narcissa Black #Narcissa Malfoy #The Black Sisters #Andromeda Black #Andromeda Tonks #Bellatrix Black #Bellatrix Lestrange #NobleFlower #Alice Fortescue #Regulus Black #Marauders

[faithshouseofchaos]

Is my fish depressed? Merman!Pierre Gasly x reader

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For some reason I pictured frank the fish having an Italian accent 🤣🤣🤣 like (Eddie penisie from Tacoma fd)

(This was just something stupid and fun to write)

Something was wrong you didn’t know what it was exactly but something was wrong with your Betta fish. He wasn’t as lively as he used to be nor was he eating his peas (betta fish love peas this is a fact). Your Betta fish Frank used to swim up to the surface of the water to greet you and he used to follow your finger around the tank like a dog chasing his tail. So you called in the expert.

“So what’s going on?” Pierre said walking into your apartment.

“I need you to talk to my fish”

“I need you to talk to my frank my fish Pierre I need to know if he’s depressed because he’s not acting the same” you explained pulling him over to your fish tank.

“Alright let's take a look at him, but I gotta warn ya you might not like what I have to say.” Pierre looks into the tank and sees the fish just kinda chillin’ in the corner.

Pierre “Well the first thing I’d say is that fish are surprisingly affectionate and you seem to care a lot about him, and he does know how much you love him! Now as far as depression goes he’s not showing any of the usual signs but I can try reaching out telepathically to him.”

Pierre closes his eyes and concentrates while Frank stares up at Pierre and slowly drifts closer to him. Frank can feel the strange sensation of someone trying to speak with him directly.

“Hey pretty boy down here” he heard Frank say

“Wow, that’s amazing that worked” Pierre smiles to himself. “Frank, what’s going on man? Why aren’t you eating your peas, why are you just sitting in the corner? I know you’re not sick so why the change in routine? Is something wrong?”

“I’m lonely ok yeah sure the girl feeds me and cleans my tank and I like her but I’m lonely and want friends” Frank the fish explained.

“And I’ll pass on the message,” Pierre said.

“Oh and pretty boy one more thing”

“What is it?”

“The girl she has a crush on you consider this me helping you in asking her out”

“OK Frank”

Pierre laughs “Alright so you want more fish friends and you want me to ask the lady out, got it man I can make that happen!” Pierre walks over to the tank and addresses you directly.

“So Frank wants some friends so let’s get him some fish friends or maybe roommates Bettas are good with Snails and shrimp they also don’t mind guppies and some other small fish” Pierre smiles and then turns to you. “And Frank wants me to ask you out!” Pierre turns back to Frank and nods.

Frank looks at Pierre with anticipation as Pierre turns around to face you. “So you heard it from the man himself. He wants me to ask you out so…” Pierre trails off awaiting your response.

Pierre gives you a playful smile “So…” Pierre trails off again. He wants to say so will you go out with me but he wants you to say it, he gives you a playful grin encouragingly.

“Yeah I’ll go out with you”

Pierre is speechless for a moment “You will?” He asks as a huge smile spreads on his face. He didn’t think he’d get this far and he never thought it would be this easy with you he thought for a moment maybe he should ask again but no he’s sure you heard correctly. “Can I…can I kiss you?” Pierre asks hesitantly

“Yes Pierre I’d like that”

Pierre leans in and kisses you long and passionately. He wants you to feel just how much he’s wanted this for you to know that there’s no one else he wants. Pierre pulls away for just a moment looking down at you with a huge grin on his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very very long time,” Pierre says, kissing you again.

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[hanasnx]

rain - spider-man / peter parker

summary: sweet sweet spider-loving. MINORS DNI

character(s): spider-man / peter parker x fem!reader (can be any spider-man you imagine like tasm)

word count: 5k

warnings: explicit sex, spidey being very impatient, mask kink mask kink mask kink & suit kink <3, VERY SLIGHT dub con because there was no explicit ask for consent— things were implied, no capitalization i apologize if it bothers u

notes: this is my first smut fic that’s been finished. ive been writing for a long time but this is the first time i’ve put it on anything :) i imagine spider-man from the 2018 insomniac game on ps4 “marvel’s spider-man” his voice actor and his character design is my favorite but you can imagine any spider-man u want, holland, garfield, maguire hehe

the droplets of rain pitter pattered onto peter’s suit and he shivered from the biting cold. the combination of water and fifty two degrees. he sniffed and rubbed his nose. “wish i had read the weather report before i went out.” he thought aloud to himself. early in the game he realized no one could hear him when he was perched on the corner of rooftops. it was safe to let that little voice inside become vocal. everyone had one. everyone talks to themselves. he likes to think it helps him organize. realistically, it’s less lonely.

ah, aloneness. he used to covet it. the isolation. it was quiet and safe, and he knew himself best. he didn’t have to talk to anyone. no one talked to him.

“god, i’m gonna go crazy.” peter aimed and swung away, looking for trouble.

he dialed. he waited. she picked up. “yuri? tell me you have something,”

“uh… no. not right now anyway. you’ve pretty much cleared up the last of the loose ends, spider-man. nice work.” her tone was refreshingly grateful, but his heart sunk with disappointment. he needed some action, itching for it. if he had ever been addicted before, he would recognize this as a need for a fix. something had to get his adrenaline pumping. yuri realized the silence. “what? you only answer to ‘spider-cop’ now?” she taunted. peter didn’t take the bait unusually. “hey, is there something wro—?”

“thanks anyway, yuri. gotta go.”

“um, ok—“

he hung up and landed on an edge. he groaned to the sky, as if he needed to tell it his frustrations. he should be happy to go home, have a night off. but he just felt stuck. and restless. he raised his arms, level to his shoulders, stretching out his chest. “breathe, spidey, breathe.” he closed his eyes. inhale, hold, exhale. he tipped backward, falling. inhale, hold, exhale. in perfect form, he flipped. over and over again. when did i get used to this much g-force? how has my head not been bashed in by a ledge? how many times can i flip before i forget which way is up? inhale, hold, exhale.

you.

peter’s eyes opened. he saw the world familiarly, zipping by him. it was too much. he shut them again. and in the comforting darkness, you returned, like a dream. you were an imprint on his brain.

“peter,” you cooed lovingly, “why don’t you come over, peter? you never visit me anymore.”

he opened his eyes. the ground was growing increasingly nearer, faster than he remembered it could. oh, but he couldn’t let go of you now. not yet. he squeezed them closed, desperately grasping onto the cusp of this new fantasy.

“i’m getting tired of waiting for you, peter~” you growled, disguised as a humble murmur, and you sank deeper into the cushions of the bed. your impatience poisoned him. he wanted to please you.

but you were just so irresistible, pouting or not. he took notice of how he pictured you. wearing a lavender silk nightgown that ended high on your thigh, with dangling strings of bows and dainty mesh.

god her nipples are hard.

your eyebrows raised as if you heard his thoughts and he felt blush heat up his cheeks. embarrassed, until your eyes wandered down his abdomen, landing on his clothed sex. “guess they’re not the only ones that are hard, huh?” you got on her hands and knees, and his pants tightened; frozen in place as you crawled towards him. he knew he’d start stuttering by now if this was real. blubbering as he helplessly watched you undo the buckle of his pants. “but you know what’s even harder, peter?” you asked him in a whisper, raising yourself properly on your knees so you could ghost your lips over his.

he leaned into you, chasing your mouth. “what?” he replied in a murmur, determined to silence you with his kiss.

you lingered a moment, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. your hand grasped his length and peter’s breath hitched in his throat. “the ground when you don’t pull up.” you lulled. he hesitated, drawing back.

“what?”

your voice rang clear, resounding in his skull like a bell. “pull up, peter. pull up!”

“woah!” he opened his eyes just in time, webbing an edge at the last second before he flattened on the pavement like a real bug. his fingers curled around the ledge and he pulled himself up to sit, breathing hard. he pushed the air from his lungs in a huff, going limp and laying on his back on the rooftop. he picked up his phone.

there was nothing on your snapchat story besides your cat. instagram too. you weren’t busy.

yea, you weren’t busy. not really. you were watching the second princess diaries movie because you felt like getting your heart squeezed by chris pine. however, it wasn’t occupying your thoughts like you hoped it would.

a ding from your phone alerted you to a text from a friend.

i left my dress at your house :,(

you furrowed your eyebrows, responding promptly.

your dress honey? which one?

it’s black. goes down to the thigh i think

you stood up from your lazy boy and took a look around.

where’d you leave it babe?

im guessing bathroom?? it was last saturday. i crashed at your place after My Night Out On The Town™ & borrowed some of your clothes to sleep in

you stepped in and turned the bathroom light on. you didn’t see it.

oh right ! the simpsons tshirt i was wondering where that got off to

i think im gonna keep it

you keep that i keep the dress

fair enough sugar plum. we make the trade at midnight. deal?

deal. i’ll see u at midnight, im sure i’ll find your dress by then

thank you my dear!!

you smiled. she’s sweet. you pocketed your phone and kept an eye out. sure enough, the dress was thrown haphazardly over a chair. you almost didn’t recognize it blending in with your clothes but this was definitely something she’d wear. you held it out in front of you by the straps, examining it for stains when you noticed how cute it looked.

damn. well i’m sure she won’t mind i try it on a second. you thought.

so you peeled off your pajamas and shimmied on that dress. it really was cute. spaghetti straps and a deep v-neck. made your girls pop too. you turned around and stretched the material taut over your ass. “shit, girl, you look good.” you remarked.

a moment passed of admiring yourself. “well, i have to complete the look.” before i have to give it up. your fingers hooked into the bands of your stilettos and you grabbed a shawl with melodramatic potential from your closet. it added but it didn’t complete. so you tapped the palette with your brush and dusted your eyes, “god, forgive me for wasting good makeup on a night in.” you said through a funny, concentrating expression.

it was a worthy sacrifice. you shouldered the shawl and checked yourself out in the mirror. you were nearly there. what was missing? you discarded the shawl, it was no longer working. your eyes trailed from your painted toenails over your shaved legs and good boob day to your hair.

my hair…

so you pulled and twisted and bobby pinned but it just wasn’t right. undoing what you had done, your hair unraveled into accidental perfect little curls. if you kept still, you could keep those perfect little curls around a while longer…

no. better use hairspray.

to get the proper experience, you rushed over to your full length mirror in the living room. safe to assume, you were stunning. you hardly recognized you. “oh, my god. oh, my god!” you strutted, posed. “yes.” you stuck another one. “oh, yes.” and another. “really feel it, babe, look at you!” you twirled, pretending to be your own photographer, praising your modeling.

you tried to sit in your lazy boy in an intimidating, temptress sort of way. claws placed purposefully on the arm rests, your legs crossed over one another. you embodied seductive villainy. you felt hot like one. bad. it felt so… good. “you’re killing it.” you flattered yourself, but it was hard to take yourself seriously when you were sitting in cushioned leather. you needed a real throne. in the meantime, you didn’t think twice about having more fun.

“ah! spider-man, baby, i’ve been expecting you.” you cooed. you pursed your lips in thought; that was way too cliché.

you spun on your heel, “spider-man?” you gasped dramatically, a hand over your chest in shock, the other, pretending to fashion an opera length cigarette holder, “in my living room? get out of town!”

your hand rested on the edge of a table, letting you lean on it for support as you twirled your glass in your hand, mixing it as if it was alcohol like brandy or something villainous like that. it was just sweet tea. “oh, spider-man. you’re here early.” you lulled, and took a seductive sip of your tea. slowly, letting your lips kiss the glass, and the smooth liquid to glide past them. you lowered it, leaving a red stain of lipstick. “care for a drink?”

you couldn’t help but smile as you checked yourself out one last time. your friend should be picking up the dress soon, so it was time to hang up the villain version of you and go back to sweatpants. maybe treat yourself to a little ice cream as a reward for looking so good. as a last hurrah, you winked at your reflection, “baby, you’re so hot i might just fuck you senseless myself.” you joked.

“i think that’s my job tonight.” a voice coming from behind you brutally awakened you from your trance and you yelped in surprise. you spun around and your arms wrapped around yourself on instinct, as if you were nude.

the blue and red of a friendly neighborhood superhero caught your eye. attached to the ceiling, the webhead hung, lightly swaying as he watched you with tempered anticipation. praying for a positive reaction. “hey, (y/n).” he tilted his head. “cute outfit. what’s the occasion? prom?”

“oh, shut up, perv.” you fisted the fabric of a pillow in anger, tossing it at him haphazardly, which he didn’t dodge.

“i deserve that.”

“how long were you watching? how long were you in my house?” you demanded, blush heating your cheeks. it was embarrassing, being caught red headed. you were just messing around, everybody does that. spider-man seemed to take notice of your blush, and crept toward you on the wall, stalking closer in a stance that reminded you of a cat readying to pounce… or more appropriately, a spider.

your skin tingled with anticipation, side eyeing him crawl closer. he faced the floor and picked up his legs keeping his fingers glued to the wall. in a model of peak human condition, he flipped over and skillfully lowered himself onto the floor. you gulped. he was so hot in that suit. he strode towards you but you didn’t back down. instead of stopping to tower over you, establish his dominance, he passed by you, saying, “i thought you liked me watching you.” which somehow made you feel even smaller. you swallowed again, staring at his back. those corded muscles rippling underneath that skin tight suit was enough to make you salivate. he was toying with you.

“that‘s not the point here and you know it.” you started again, feigning strength in your voice but it was failing you. he could hear that. you know he could.

he halted to gaze out of the open window to your balcony. “have you been waiting for me? you left the window open, i assumed it was an invitation.” he glanced over his shoulder. you couldn’t see the smile on his face. you felt the need to explain yourself, sheepish from the interruption of your dress-up game. “and in this outfit too? you didn’t want me to ruin it?” the question was laced with disbelief, as if it wasn’t a ploy you put on in order to lure him.

it was so hard to think when he talked like this. you swallowed thickly and set your drink down, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “it’s not my dress.” come to think of it, your friend was coming at midnight, you should stay vigilant for that. spider-man wasn’t bothered at all, offering a solution as easy as breathing.

“take the dress off then.” heat pooled in between your legs at the statement. when you couldn’t speak, he added something else, “the rest is yours right.” he bowed his head as he generously looked you up and down, “i recognize those heels,” he reminisced knowingly, surfacing the memory within you of wearing these during one of your escapades with him in the past. “the makeup is yours.” as he spoke, he sauntered closer, taking note of how your eyes were glued to the way his hips moved. his gloved hand came up to tangle in your hair, “this hair…” yanking downwards to force you to look up at his towering form. even in your black heels he was taller than you. lengthy, toned, and lean. this suit made you want to lick stuff off of him. “obviously yours. the jewelry— i was there when you picked this choker out.” his hand came up to hook his finger in the necklace, drawing a line underneath it absentmindedly. he resisted the urge to remind her his hands were her favorite choker. “you gonna take the dress off or should i? because baby, i’m getting tired of waiting.”

it had been so long since this scene was played out with you two, where he desired you enough to take the control away from you. it was invigorating, and lit a fire in your chest that drove you to listen. your hand reached behind you to grasp the base of the zipper, dragging it down in order to reach the zip, and tugging it slowly and smoothly, until you were able to push the straps off your shoulders. this has happened so many times, that the look of spider-man no longer bothered you. blank eyes only hid the brown ones underneath that held so much lust for you. it was exciting, not being able to see his face. the dress pooled around your legs, and you stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. because of your lack of planning, you didn’t pick out a cute set of lingerie. you were simply bare. naked and hot. at the sight of you, you heard spider-man exhale sharply. now it was your turn to move things along, “well? what are you waiting for?” it was breathless. vulnerable. a plea. in minutes, the hero had you begging for him all over again.

his hand came up to pinch the hem of his mask, about to lift it up over his lips. your hand halted his, fisting his suit after to get him closer as you told him quickly, “leave the mask on, dear god, leave it on.” without wasting a second, he stooped to pick you up by your thighs, bringing you over to your kitchen table to set your back onto it. one of your chairs was kicked out of the way causing it to skid. the spider was gearing up to eat you out like he’s been thinking about for hours. have you writhing and coming on his tongue over and over— but you were explicit. leave the mask on. his hand squeezed your thigh involuntarily at the thought, his other one running down from your clit over the opening of your sex causing you to whine. being patient was painful, so you curled towards him to guide his movements but he wouldn’t have it. snatching your wrist and pinning it next to your head. in a skilled maneuver he webbed it to the table, trapping that arm above your head. “hey!” you called, but he ignored you, smacking your pussy to cause you to keen. “baby, i need your fingers, i need you, i need something,” you were desperate, surprised at yourself that he could goad such a response from you with nothing but a few words and a dry spell. he granted you friction, circling your clit with his finger.

“oh, you need something, alright,” he told you, alternating giving your clit attention, and plunging a finger inside of you to tease you further. frustrating you was in order, after everything you’ve done to him since the last time you two got together. “all those pictures, and those texts,” he groaned. images of your new bikinis, new bras and panties in red, your perfect tits in candlelight or your toys playing with your wet pussy. “you need a good, hard fuck, don’t you?” he added another finger, and another, feeling you loosen like putty in his hands. you nodded feverishly, filthy sounds pouring from your mouth now that he was curling his fingers inside of you. “oh, c’mon, angel, say it. you’ve been waiting for me so impatiently, now that i’m here, you can’t even tell me you missed me? that you wanted me here?” you cried at this words, unable to open your eyes when they were rolled so far back in your head as he abused that spongy spot inside of you. it was so sudden, no prep, and he was expecting you to have coherent thoughts, and then speak them. it was too much.

you tried. you tried really hard. “yes. yes,” you agreed, “please don’t stop.” his pace didn’t falter, he liked that you were responding, and he loved knowing how hard it was for you to respond. his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he eyed yours, parted in sinful pleasure, awaiting a kiss to swallow your moans. this mask thing was so hard, but so enticing. “c’mon, spidey, i wanna come on your fingers.”

“no way.” he told you, enthralled at the idea of denying you for all of your terrible teasings while you two were apart. at the words, you picked your head up to look at him with such a delicious, crestfallen countenance. he wished to savor it a little longer, but he couldn’t pass up another chance to bully you, “i’m gonna edge you like you wouldn’t believe,” you whined in protest, but he was busy, paying attention to your clit, and when you tried to close your legs, his hand pushed your thighs apart harshly, “oh no no no,” he said with a malicious laugh, “don’t give up now, sweetheart, don’t you wanna make me proud?” it was such a mean thing to say, and it made the coil in your belly tighten regardless. he had you where he wanted you, “can you believe this is only two fingers?” he snickered, and your only free hand reached for him lazily. “don’t make me tie down this one too.” his wanting was punctuated by adding another finger inside you, and you cried out at the feverish pace.

“god, peter, please!” there it was. his name. he didn’t even have to tell you to say it this time. he wondered if that sullied the illusion of the spider-man roleplay, but you didn’t seem to mind too much. your back arching off the table. he could feel you clenching around him like a vice, but you were so wet he was able to maintain his cadence.

his voice dripped with false sympathy, “you gonna come, baby? c’mon, angel, are you?” he demands your answer, and you can only nod, your face contorted in rapture. that was his cue to slow down, which made your frustrated noises all the more satisfying, attempting to grab at his wrist in order to fuck yourself. that earned you complete denial, and he slipped his hand out from you, leaving your pussy throbbing, dripping all over your kitchen table.

“you’re being so mean,”

“you like it.” he rounded the table and drew your free arm to him, successfully webbing it down to match your other restraint. like a bitch in heat, you reflexively moved to dip your head over the edge of the table, opening your mouth as you eyed his pants. you were asking to suck him off. the act was so devious, he gave in immediately, hooking his thumb in the hem of his pants and freeing himself, his other hand tangling in your hair to help guide his leaking cock to your mouth. he would never admit how much he loves this position. watching your straining throat, the vibrations of your grateful hum around his cock, your tits bouncing with each of his movements that made him lean over to clutch one of them, earning another one of your moans. he exhaled, finding it much harder to compose himself, “you are so damn good at that,” he crooned as your tongue swirled around him just how you knew he liked. when you gagged he pulled out to let you catch your breath, a string of his precum mixed with your saliva connecting your mouth and his cock. as soon as you reached for him again, he obliged, and to show his appreciation, his fingers returned to your neglected sex, filthy sounds pouring from the both of you. it was music to his ears.

you needed more, and once he noticed your change in pace, he took it as his hint to move on. panting, you looked up at him with such a drunken content face, once perfect makeup smudged, he felt like coming all over it. your tongue came out to lick your lips and he wished he could kiss you. a second he lingered, but got a hold of himself, ripping apart his webbing entrapping your arms like string. his hand at the back of your head aided in helping you up. “i know you said you would edge me more but can we do that after we—“ you started, stepping onto a chair while he circled the table, pulling you up from the surface so you could safely walk down. immediately, you were in his arms again.

“after we fuck? yes.” he finished for you, and by his tone it seems your little ploy of getting his dick in your mouth again worked its endless wonders once more in getting what you wanted. you grinned, and kissed him over his mask to his surprise. he felt your lips mold into his through the thin fabric, and he figured this was good enough, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass in desperation. thinking of everything he could do to you on his day off. out of instinct, he began to part his lips to play your tongue with his but had to stop himself when there was a barrier.

once your lips detached, you were free to say, “where do you want me?” but you already had an idea. it was confirmed when he whipped you around, bending you over the table again. you laughed breathlessly, your tits squished underneath you, feeling the coldness of the wood. it was obvious this was one of his favorites when you wore heels because now your entrance lined up perfectly with his—

“i’ve missed you so fucking much,” he confessed, unable to wait any longer to plunge his aching cock into your silken folds. it was too much to bear, causing you to clutch onto the table in delicious pain. he was so big it hurt in all the right ways, sliding against every inch of the inside of you. you were so wet, it allowed him freedom in his pace, your hole loosening in order to accommodate him. you rocked back into him with his thrusts to meet him, his hands on your hips providing a support. you moaned his name, causing him to reach forward and push your head down onto the table, your cheek resting against it. you whimpered as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. clearly, he did miss you. and you missed him so dearly. your fingers weren’t as long as his, your dildo was nothing compared to him. this scene he’s created as been so enjoyably rare, you loved every second of him taking control this time, taking what he wanted.

you couldn’t answer him, instead greedily taking what he was giving you, he praised you, “i love this pussy, baby, you’re taking me so good. i love filling you. you’re so hot bouncing on my cock like this,” it made you work harder, fucking yourself back onto him, and getting more force from him in return. the pace was unimaginable, you were screaming with his thrust. his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix in a way that made your toes curl and your legs shake. that coil in your core was back and worse than ever, making you beg.

“don’t stop, please, whatever you do, peter, don’t stop,” you ordered, tears seeping from your eyes onto the table as you closed in on finishing. he couldn’t help but squeeze one more position out of you before that happened, guiding your back to him by your hair, sending pleasant tingles shooting down your spine as he blew your back out. his hand enclosed itself around your throat as the new angle reinvented your idea of pleasure, a chain of screams emitting from you. everytime he did this to you, he made sure you could never close your mouth.

“you like that, baby? how do i feel?” holding the ability to speak over your head would be cruel, if you couldn’t hear how close he really was in his voice. his movements were becoming more erratic, and he couldn’t keep himself quiet either. the position he had you in gave you a front row seat to his breath on your ear, and gift wrapping his whines in perfect packaging that had you reeling.

“so good, spider-man, you feel so fucking good.” he had such an exploitable kink for his superhero name, keening himself in a way that caused you to moan loudly, “i love hearing you, baby,” he listened to you, letting every sound spill from his lips.

“you close? i can feel you. i can hear your heartbeat, smell you. tell me.” he spoke over the sopping sounds of your pussy and the snapping of his hips against your ass.

“i am, yes i am, i’m gonna come,” you admitted, the last word resounding in a pitchy whimper, making him groan.

“do it, c’mon, baby, come all over me,” his hand attached to the arm around your middle moved down in order to rub circles into your clit that made you tremble in his arms. you didn’t have to be told twice to let go, feeling the warmth of you drip down your thighs. to get him to stop putting too much pressure on your clit, you had to put his hand over his, waiting for him to follow your lead and come inside you. he fucked your wetness back into you with fervor, tensing up and no longer keeping pace. his eyes squeezed shut behind his mask, and you felt his seed flood inside of you as he let it go, moaning in relief. it trailed down your thighs along with your own. his forehead fell onto your shoulder as he moved until he was too sensitive.

“spider-man,” you say in surprise, “you’re so dirty for a super-hero,” he chuckled at that, pulling himself out of you and ripping his mask up off his face, revealing his familiar face and his grin. he was so happy to see you, and when you faced him fully he took you up in his arms. you were at a loss to how he still had energy to pick you up, and you squealed.

“c’mon, let’s go take a shower,” he threw you over his shoulder and you cried out again.

“peter!”

“what? we should really clean up so i can get started on that edging i promised you.” he told you, your hands at the base of his torso to keep yourself up. you eyed the back of his head.

“my friend is going to be here any minute, and i have to return that dress.”

your friend knocked, and after a second, you opened it wearing an oversized t-shirt. “hey, hon!” you greeted, and she took note of your appearance. disheveled hair, frizzy with knots in your curls. black makeup smudged under your eyes, running down your cheeks. if you had thought to fix it before opening the door, you would’ve.

“rough night?” she asked slyly, her meaning shining through with her mischievous glance.

your eyes widened, and you sheepishly muttered, “you could say that.” you handed her the dress. “thanks again.” she handed you your simpson’s t-shirt.

“no problem, sweets.” your friend replied, tossing the dress onto her shoulder like dishrag and waved good-bye. you closed the door, pressing your back against it with a sigh of relief. you heard the shower running, and pete’s voice calling for you.

“you coming?”

“coming!”

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[daydreamingyuta]

The Flower Shop Owner pt. 2 | Mark Lee

(part one here!)

“The ocean is so beautiful.” You say as you and Mark both take in the view. 

You two just had a very delightful fancy dinner, celebrating your four year anniversary, and Mark surprised you by an impromptu walk on the beach. You two were on vacation after all so you took all the chances you got to see the sea. You had thought that you would at least get the chance to go back to the hotel to change but no. You both kept your shoes in the car so they wouldn’t get ruined and then walked to the shore, you with a breezy white dress and Mark with a button down and dress pants.  

“Four years went by so fast, but I’ve loved every second.” Mark says, still taking in the ocean but with his hand around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. 

Maybe is was the beach, or the fact that it was your anniversary, but you suddenly got hit with the strongest longing to be with Mark forever. Not that this feeling was new, marriage was something you both had talked about quite a bit. You had been hoping that he would be the one for you since your first date when he bought you the lilacs. 

You had always had plans to tell him about those lilacs, but the time never felt right. But now, surrounded by the waves and the setting sun making the whole sky pink, seemed like the best time. 

“Mark?” You say while you both walk along the shore “Can I tell you something that might sound crazy?”

“Of course.” He says while grabbing your hand to hold and swaying it back and forth.

“Ok, so do you remember the flowers that you got me on our first date?”

“Yeah, the lilacs that I was torn about because I knew orchids are you favorite but something in me told me I needed to get you those lilacs.”

“Yeah.” You can’t help but smile, you have wanted to tell this to him for so long and now you finally were. “Remember how I kind of froze a bit when you first handed them to me? It’s because there is this thing that has been going on in my family for two generations now, my grandfather had given my grandmother lilacs on their first date, and my dad had given lilacs to my mom on their first date. I know it sounds silly, but I’ve always had the dream that one day, when I found the one for me, he would bring lilacs to me on our first date. Of course I didn’t know you were the one for me after our first date, but after four years with you there is no one I would rather spend my life with and I can’t believe that I actually got to have my dream come true.” 

Mark listens to your every word intently. His heart swells with love at your story, he had no clue about it and now he knew that that strong pull towards those lilacs was fate. He was silent for a bit, processing everything. Unconsciously, he found his hand drifting inside his pocket, toying with the small black box that was inside. This walk on the beach wasn’t as spontaneous as he made you think it was. It was actually very planned out, for months. Just up ahead there was an arch of lilacs and orchids waiting for Mark to propose to you in front of. 

Mark stops walking and suddenly places a giant kiss on you. You weren’t expecting it so it took you a minute to realize what was going on. But after spending four years together, it was easy to fall into him and move with his movements. “I love you so much, y/n.” He says as he pulls away from the kiss and starts walking again. 

“I love you too Mark.” You say as you gently bump into him in an attempt to lighten the mood because you both were feeling very emotional. 

After a few more minutes of walking, the arch was finally in sight. You noticed it right away. “Mark! look at that!” You walked right to it so you could take pictures before the sun fully set. What were the chances that such a pretty arch made of the two flowers that mean the most to you would be right here in the middle of the beach?

You snap a few pictures and turn to Mark to comment about how pretty it is and how you wonder what it could be for. When you turn around, you see Mark, already on his knees, ring in hand and tears in his eyes. 

“Baby, I am so unbelievably in love with you. I can’t imagine a life without you. I used to not believe in fate, but because of the flower shop I do and I am certain with my whole heart that we are meant to be together. Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, you didn’t have any words so you nodded your head yes. He placed the diamond ring on your finger and in one swift movement he got up and embraced you. He kissed you and it was so different from any others you have ever received in your life. You could feel his passion and love for you in that single kiss. 

“I love you so much, Mark.”

#mark lee #fluff #nct 127 #nct dream #imagine

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 3 Rewatch Thoughts

Hi friends! Here we are at ep 3, and these posts are getting longer by the episode so grab a lil snack and some water if you want <3 I had to make a part 2 because the number of images got to be too many (linked here and below)

The opening continues to slap (plus I think I've listened to it enough times I think I can sing along with the chorus despite not knowing more than 8 Thai words)

Recap spanks hehe

Opening the episode up strong with this beauty (am I talking about the bike or Phayu in the folded coverall? clearly it's both)

SCHEMING CUTIE ALERT!!! That's the Sky-is-my-new-favorite-person smile <3

I'm dyingggg - Phayu says "I'm still waiting Rain" but bro, it's only been like 10 hours since the declaration of love-war, please calm down

Oops I realized I haven't been mentioning the episode titles - this one is so cute! 'I like Rain, and I'm not talking about the weather" but tbf this should have been episode 1's title

Live footage of me crying over my schedule as a grad student:

Dang, Sky has got a good poker face

Also Rain and I are equally dumb (I'm including myself here bc if I didn't already know Prapai and Sky were going to have a storyline I probably wouldn't have assumed he liked guys right off the bat) - Sky didn't even flinch when Rain writes down his mission to court Phayu (a guy) and immediately writes down the first tactic. WHICH incidentally is "show up in front of him every day". It's pretty full-circle that Prapai uses this same tactic to woo Sky later on, isn't it? (I also didn't notice that until right now so wow these rewatch posts are helping my analysis skills lmao)

Look at my determined son!! He's gonna get his mans!! (Sky's looking a little skeptical tho)

Ah Sig my beloved other son who has a single braincell bouncing around in his head like a DVD player screensaver

The Rain-at-the-garage montage contains so many cute shots but this would get too long if I put every single one in, so let's focus on the first meeting with the brothers-in-law (P'Saifah and Rain). How much must Phayu have described Rain for P'Saifah to instantly know who he is on sight? Also P'Saifah probably reported back to Phayu immediately and I'm kinda sad we don't get to see that convo.

I didn't catch this until now but they also foreshadowed Rain missing a deadline in the next scene. Sky tells Rain to finish his work but as soon as Phayu texts him, Rain runs out of the room without having done anything.

Listen, I love P'Aon and his matchmaking skills ok??

Look at Rain, he's trying so hard to be polite with the P'Phayu and the khrap - what a good boy! It's taking everything in him tho lmaooo

The conversation that comes right after this between P'Saifah and Rain is pretty interesting. I love how the narrative keeps trying to tell us that Phayu is some sort of dangerous fellow when all he's done is be a model student and mechanic and teach college freshmen good manners. Could he maybe learn a little something about physical boundaries? Perhaps, but maybe it's just how kind-looking Boss is, but I never got any sense of danger from Phayu, and esp not towards Rain. Rain's reaction to hearing presumably about Phayu's past relationships is quite on-point, and really cements the stubborn and determined attitude he takes towards getting Phayu to like him. It's how we as the audience know he's gonna be successful.

Next up, Phayu arrives in all his fashionably-late glory. This part has me smirking every time because he walks in all suave and stuff but approximately 7 seconds into Rain's pouting he immediately drops all pretenses and becomes so squishy and soft

I LOVE this exchange between them - again, we are getting a full picture of their early relationship dynamics. Phayu has expectations that Rain's gonna be different, and Rain's telling him he's gonna meet those expectations, and Phayu's satisfied "ah just as I thought" face makes an appearance.

I absolutely adore this expression on Rain/Noeul - it's so subtle but powerful

Yay dinner date!! Phayu is taking so many mental notes right here (also pls note this is the same face Rain is making right above)

Phayu is way too good at pressing Rain's buttons omg - he really got Rain to do this with like a single sentence of teasing (tbf Rain is pretty impulsive tho so I'm not surprised)

The poor serviceperson was like pls let me go

Phayu goes through this episode looking wayyy too satisfied imo

But Rain actually does have nice manners - he gave Phayu the utensils and bowl first and does say thank you

This smile should be illegal actually bc it is stealing my heart and soul

And we get another instance of Phayu being very not immune to Rain's pout (this time he doesn't even get to pout for 3 whole seconds before concerned Phayu is feeding him and patting his mouth with a napkin)

We get some more foreshadowing that Rain is going to miss a deadline

ok THIS. These small gestures that Phayu does for Rain have me swooning just as much as their intimate scenes. Something about that sentence is grammatically incorrect but you get my point, right? They could have easily not included them (and idk if these were even scripted) but they make the relationship that much sweeter and believable.

Slightly off-screen headpat alert!!

AND WE GET IT IN POV SHOT TOO

Live footage of us whenever PhayuRain do anything:

Get you someone who looks at you the way Sig looks at his writing utensil (Have I mentioned I adore him yet?)

Also wait he's not wrong!!!

We get Rain's voice jumping like 10 octaves this time lmao (the increase is proportional to how much he loves Phayu obvs)

Look at our smart boy!! He's won design awards, y'know

Phayu you are not allowed to bully P'Aon like this - he's literally on your side??

Rain: I don't want to see Phayu

Also Rain: ignores Ple, the teachers, his friends, his homework to run to the garage to give Phayu snacks

Part 2 here (y'all we're literally only halfway through the episode omg)

#love in the air #lita #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #boss chaikamon #noeul lee #noeul nuttarat #prapaisky #lita rewatch thoughts

[fridamoss]

IS THIS LOVE (THAT I'M FEELIN'?) | BOB FLOYD X LOOT (PART 2)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob & Loot go on their first date.

Warnings: Smigde of weight issues mentioned. Flufffffffffffff

Word count: 1,603

‘Let me just check…you’re a nervous driver but you’re cool with going transonic in the F18?’ Loot regarded Bob with disbelief.

‘Well, in my head it makes sense. The other planes are further away, no chance of taking off your wing mirror.’ Bob expressed himself with his hands, this was the first time you’d seen him speak so much. He smiled his crooked smile a lot, looking off to the side with a grin each time you challenged him on something.

‘Whatever you say, Bob. Not that any of them could just shear your aircraft in half with little effort and leave you to fall out of the sky…’

Bob scoffed, ’that could happen to you once in your life, how many times you had a fender bender?’

You shook your head, ‘I’m a great driver, actually. I’ve never hit any one and fell out of the sky…’

‘Ok ok, fine.’ Bob raised his hands, his cheeks were hurting, he’d never met anyone who could make him smile as much as you. He’d thought about trying to secure a second date, but you’d only been on the first for two hours.

Usually that’s how long the dates lasted before they realised he was too shy, too awkward, too quiet.

The waitress came by to squeeze more plates onto your already cramped table. Tapas is always a good idea, you thought sharing some food would be a way to open him up a little. Bob would steal glances at you when you stuffed something into your mouth, you’d always had a good appetite.

‘My mother used to joke that when I wasn’t eating, I was thinking about food.’

‘Food is awesome.’ Bob pressed his lips together on hearing himself. ‘If you got nothing important to say, say nothing.’ Is what his father would tell him.

‘Too right food is awesome.’ One of the parma rolls was lodged in your cheek as your face lit up from a smile. ‘When I joined the navy I had to get into serious shape,’ waving a hand to let Bob know he didn’t need to picture you several years ago. ‘Body composition never mattered to me but it seemed to matter to every one else.’

‘I think you look perfect.’ Bob blurted out, spearing some potato onto his fork.

His eyes were looking everywhere but at you, he’d embarrassed himself again. Every time he had that look, you wanted to reach across and grab his chin and kiss him right on the mouth.

Maybe later, you didn’t want to scare the man away.

Plates empty and virgin cocktail glasses drained, Bob felt a nagging feeling in his tummy, he didn’t want the date to end. Luckily, he’d chosen a restaurant which was a bit away from your apartment, so at least there would be the drive home.

‘Hey, um, do you maybe wanna,’ Bob was scratching the back of his neck nervously. ‘I’d like to go on another date with you.’ The strong voice was coming back. Tell her what you want, it said.

‘If we do,’ you started, Bob felt himself deflate a little, maybe you didn’t want to see him again.

‘There are a couple of rules. Number one, no group dates, I want you all to myself and no trips to the movie theatre, I pretty much want to actually see you the whole time.’

‘Deal,’ Bob almost yelled, the tips of his ears turning as pink as the sunset they were watching.

You had your feet dug into the soft sand, arms wrapped around your knees.

‘Maybe we can hire a boat.’

‘I’d like that,’ he nodded, honestly he would agree to almost anything as long as he could spend more time with you.

‘A row boat, specifically.’

‘Why specifically?’ Bob mirrored your sitting position, his cream coloured vans almost indistinct from the sand.

‘So not that I’m a creep or anything but I’d really like to see you sweat. Put you through your paces, ya know?’

Bob threw you a look, ‘no one has ever really flirted with me the way you do. It’s nice,’ he added softly.

You leaned in to bump his shoulder, wondering what he’d look like without his shirt and his dark green sensible jacket.

‘But for real, I just like boats. I originally thought of joining the navy to go to the submarine division. Then I realised I don’t like the confinement, the thought of being stuck somewhere kinda brought up old feelings.’

‘Old feelings?’ Bob urged.

‘This sounds stupid but I grew up cut off from a lot of things, like a cult situation.’

Bob raised his eyebrows in surprise, of all the people he’d met, you’d seemed the most care free, world wise and interesting. ‘I don’t wanna seem dismissive but I find that hard to believe.’

You shrugged, ‘that was part of the reason why I choose this life. Far, far away from the old one. I still want the structure but oddly enough, the navy gives me more freedom than I’d had before.’

‘I get that. My dad was navy, so I was expected to join but honestly, I love it.’

‘No matter where you come from, you end up right where you need to be.’

Bob turned to look at you, your eyes were glazed over a little, looking back at him.

Now is the time to kiss her, confident Bob suggested.

Leaning in, his lips found yours. Softly at first, just a lingering kiss before he felt your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer.

His glasses shifted and he moved away, looking down at your lips, still puckered, opening a little.

‘You’re real nice.’ His brain was beginning to misfire, he wanted to put his hands on you but he didn’t know how to ask.

‘Bob,’ you whispered, ‘stop thinking and kiss me.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

After a moment of sweet kisses, Bob gingerly placed a hand at the back of your head, rubbing this thumb softly against the lobe of your ear.

Hearing your satisfied sigh, he chanced touching your waist with his free hand.

Bob

A delicate whimper of his name spurred him on, kisses becoming greedier, harder.

Pushing you onto your back in the sand, he hovered over you, eyes meeting yours as he pulled away, silently giving him consent to continue.

Boldly, the hand that was sitting at your waist began exploring, the backs of his fingers running along the bare skin above your waistband.

If he had shoved his hands down into your panties right then and there you would not have protested. But he was a goddamn gentleman.

The breeze was kicking up, when you opened your eyes you could see it ruffling his sandy blonde hair. You ran your fingertips across the wild strands, Bob’s eyes were searching your face.

Were the kisses over? He really hoped they weren’t.

He was reaching under your shirt, how very daring of him. You could see the desire to continue etched in his expression.

You lifted your head so your lips met his in a chaste kiss. There was that crooked smile again. You loved it. You already loved it.

‘Can I bring you out in a row boat soon?’ Noses touching, fingers sliding up over your ribcage, goosebumps in their wake. You rolled your hips to meet his, feeling him for the first time. Just a quick check, he was growing against you. He cursed under his breath.

‘Will we get the boat now?’ He nipped at your neck, trailing kisses to your collarbone.

His hair was thoroughly mussed from your enthusiasm, he let out a long breath as your nails scratched his scalp.

You giggled in response, this was the perfect evening. Sunset on a beach, with Bob laying on top of you, kissing as much of you as he could.

‘Ok, ok,’ he said finally, pushing himself up onto his knees. ‘I don’t want to get caught canoodling on the beach with a fellow lieutenant, we can’t get into trouble yet.’

‘Canoodling? What decade are you from Floyd? And what do you mean “yet”? I thought you were as far from a trouble maker as I could get.’

Bob ran his hand along your stomach, settling back on his heels. ‘I might surprise you.’

‘You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?’

No, he really didn’t. He blushed and lowered his head, grinning shyly back at you.

‘Come on, I’ll drive you home.’ You stood and held out your hand for him as he dragged himself up and brushed off the sand from his legs.

‘I had a really nice time.’ You were leaning against your car, Bob had his hands on either side of you, kissing you slow, saying some really sweet things when you broke for air.

‘Next time I see you, I’ll be expecting a kiss.’

‘At work?’ Bob squinted, wondering how much trouble he’d be in if he grabbed you for a passionate kiss on the tarmac.

‘Maybe not at work, let’s try keep it professional, kay?’

Bob nodded in agreement while he kissed you. After what seemed like one thousand kisses, he walked up to his door and turned to wave you off. Touching his lips, where yours had been, your lips.

He didn’t remember kissing anyone else that way in his whole life.

He fell onto the couch, kicking off his sandy shoes on the rug. Fanboy turned to greet his roommate, barking a laugh when he saw the lovesick look on his face.

‘Dude, what the hell happened to your hair!’

Part 3

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x loot #bob floyd x you #bob top gun #bob floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #top gun:maverick #top gun #tgm

[auroralightsthesky]

~ Mary my darling!! all that’s been on my mind lately is Calvin, wifey, baby El & Six-Thirty going on a little family picnic🥹

it’s a beautiful day, mid spring. the birds are chirping away & the sky is clear, not a raindrop in sight. it was particularly warmer on this day & the plan to go on a little impromptu picnic was in full swing. you decided to wear this baby pink dress, that had a white collar & little pink bows going down the middle of it, almost acting as the buttons of the dress. Cal had bought it for you as a gift. but he didn’t just buy one for you. he bought one for baby Ellen too :,) you were going to match today & you wanted to get Cal’s reaction once he sees the two of you.

his reaction is just priceless once he notices that you are in fact matching. he’s all giddy & telling you how pretty you both look! Cal decides to wear a salmon colored shirt to keep the pinky vibes going. you get the sandwiches & drinks prepped, while Calvin carries around baby El with him, retrieving a blanket & woven basket to put the food/drinks in. once everything is all ready, you take El from Cal & he starts to load up the car. Six-Thirty hops into the back next to baby girls car seat, keeping an eye on her & making sure she’s all good. Six-Thirty is always making sure Ellen is safe no matter what, even if it’s as simple as driving somewhere, he’s always alert & ready to be of aid.

it’s not too long of a drive, so you get there pretty soon after hoping in the car. once you arrive, you are met with miles of green grass & trees lined all along the outskirts of the park. it’s very peaceful, a whiff of fresh air immediately hits you & the sun is casting down, reflecting onto the shiny field. you & Cal hop out, get El & Six-Thirty from the back, & grab the food basket/blanket from the trunk. once situated, you all head over to a spot in the shade, setting down the picnic blanket & take a seat.

the rest of the afternoon consisted of eating little sandwiches & snacks until your bellies were full. Calvin ended up bringing a frisbee to throw around for Six-Thirty to catch & play with, which was fun to watch. you had also brought a few of Baby El’s favorite books to read aloud to her. some of them were interactive, which had baby girl clapping & giggling along🥹 as a little activity to do all together as a family, you retrieved some bubbles from the bag & blew them. they’d get swept up by the wind & El would try to reach out to catch them. Six-Thirty was jumping around, trying to catch them in his mouth too & letting out little barks of excitement. the day was a mixture of family, giggles, & lots of fun !!

~ my love i know this wasn’t super detailed or anything, i’m sorry about that! but this idea has been on my mind & i definitely encourage you to add any thoughts to it if you want 🥰 but i hope you enjoyed this little thought regardless 💗

MEGGY BABY THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! I Can't even right now!!! Just the thought of this alone is making me swoon!!!

Ok but the fact alone that wifey and Baby Ellen match?? That's just so perfect!!! I love the baby pink color so picturing them in matching dresses is adorable. I feel like Cal's mother would be taking so many pictures of Baby Ellen for her scrapbook too and maybe in later years, Ellen keeps it to hand down to her daughter.

Oooh and picturing Cal in that salmon colored shirt to keep the pinky vibes going? Ooooh my mans looks so good in it, definitely his color (lol).

Six-Thirty definitely rules the backseat of that car and he's got eyes on all of you at all times, doesn't matter if it's a short ride or a long road trip, he's got eyes at all times. You bet that Six-Thirty's always doing something in the backseat too to throw Ellen into a fit of giggles and Calvin has to look in the rearview mirror every so often to make sure the dog isn't causing trouble but he knows the dog better than most other people and that despite the antics, he knows Ellen's got the best bodyguard in the world.

And the picnic spot!!!! Ugh I bet it's just gorgeous! Just huge stretches of green grass, big shady trees as far as the eye can see and maybe it's a wildflower meadow near the river that's all covered in black-eyed-susans, red buckeyes, purple coneflowers, chicory, daisies, yellow buttercups and Indian paintbrush. Everything smells like spring, the soil, the grass, the water and you and Cal can both agree that this is definitely your spot.

Oooh the sandwiches must be so tasty!! I bet you ten to nothing that you and Calvin learned how to make excellent sandwiches from both his mother and from some of his mother's friends in the neighborhood (I love the Binging with Babish videos on YouTube and he makes some of the best sandwiches I've ever seen, I'll have to send'em to you if you want'em). You guys even made bottles of homemade lemonade like three days before and after they chilled in the fridge for that long? Just perfect.

I love the thought of Baby El crawling all over the picnic blanket and grabbing some of the flowers in her chubby little hands. Maybe wifey makes her a little flower crown because she's the princess in the family and of course the princess needs her crown.

I don't know why but I can totally see Ellen's favorite book either being Peter Rabbit or Goodnight Moon. Those are the two stories that you and Calvin probably read to her the most and what better to read in spring that Peter Rabbit?? (lol).

I have a feeling Six-Thirty is gonna be chasing that frisbee all over the place and may or may not have run into the river. Every time he catches it in his mouth, Ellen's giggling and clapping her little hands which in turn makes you and Calvin laugh.

Meggy this is just perfect my dear, I'm definitely gonna have to save this one for spring because it's just so beautiful! Like the cottagecore vibes I got from this were the ultimate *chef's kiss* (lol).

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

[stevebabey]

i sent this idea to someone else as well but i think u need to hear it lol. modern steve is SUCH a photos guy- like thousands of pictures in his phone of the most random shit (“it’s for memories 😡😡”) and when he posts on his story he takes a whiiiile to find the “perfect song”

OPENING THE MODERN!STEVE DOOR ON THIS BLOG YEEEEESSSS + thank u for mentioning u sent it to someone else as well <3 hopefully it just means we have double the delicious ideas

listen i have the exact picture in my brain, nonnie, cos ur so damn right— he’s the type of bf that like, you can’t really even show him off to other people because he does not post often. like if you tag him in a post nd follow his @ back to his account, it’s got like 3 photos— there’s one of a city at night, one of your hand holding his, leading him through a busy market crowd, and one picture of him but u can only see like. one eye HAHAHA. like someone has been like this ur man? 🤨 and sigh, yeah that’s my man. they’re all like 1 year old or smth cos he’s pretty lax with the posts okay? and the stories too technically, cos he is SO specific with them— he wants the right part of the song, the right picture of you, the whole right vibe :’)

and he has so many to pick from because steve is the photographer bf 100%!!! not in the way of like, obnoxiously filming every lil thing you guys do, but he sneaks photos all the time. just whenever he thinks ur being sweet, which is coincidentally all the damn time :) half the time when you open his story, it’s a photo of u that u didn’t even know was taken— like one of his hand on your knee on a date :) one of him holding out a flower so it’s next to u in the photo and he captions it with a poll like ‘who’s prettier :)’ then the next story is a black screen captioned ‘whoever voted for the flower. watch ur back 🔪’

and every now and then, u get to go thru all his photos— maybe if ur looking for a candid one to post of you two for an anniversary <3 and while there’s plenty of u, there’s also plenty of RANDOM shit in his photos. ur like sitting on bed next to him, scrollin while he watches something on the telly, and u snort a bit and turn the phone to him, ‘steve, why do u have a photo of the sidewalk?’ and he’s like ‘oh yeah i thought it looked like a smiley face :)’ and yeah, ok, it kinda does but why does he need like 10 angles of it lmaooo. there’s photos of dogs on the streets and cats in windows he sees and loves, photos from any time he thinks the sky is pretty (which is most days) ((he makes them the background of date posts, always trying to make the hue of the sky match to whatever ur wearing)) and just random signs he thinks are funny, and littered amongst them all are pics from almost all of your dates :’)

best of all though, is he had all these romantic photos to cycle through for his lockscreen <3! he doesn’t change it often, mostly it’s his favourite photo of you two — a photobooth photo, where he’s squishing your face with one hand and pressing a big fat smooooch to your cheek & you’re all smiley and steve is grinning into the kiss n both of u are so clearly in love!!! he changes it from time to time but it always ends up back on that pic <3

#THIS WAS SO FUN #I HAVENT THOUGHT BOUT MODERN STEBE IN THIS WAY BEFORE #i love it i love it so hard #the one photo of himself is like. an eyebrow and u have to convince new friends he’s hot #ur like LISTEN #TRUST ME #it’s true tho hot guys never have active instagrams #anon i am kissing u so hard this was so much fun to spitball ideas for #MODERN STEVE MY BELOVED #stevie thoughts <3 #ruby talks #asks #answered #anon

[sleep-can-wait]

The Stars Below Us - College AU Part 2

Ok, so I know I promised to do the vending machine part in Aru's POV but her brain was dead and she didn't really know what she was doing then, so I decided to instead fast-forward to confession time, which is months later.

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Aru's POV:

Aru panted, inhaling sharp, cold air that made her lungs sting.

"Whose idea was it to climb Stone Mountain again?" She gasped. Aiden, who was bent over next to her, trying to catch his breath, glared at her.

"Pretty sure it was you, Shah. Didn't you say you wanted to go somewhere special and tell me something?" Aru felt her face burn. Tonight was the night she planned on confessing about her crush to him.

So she decided to take Aiden to the one place where they could see the stars in Atlanta. But what if he said no? She slapped her cheeks.

Get a grip, Shah. It doesn't matter what he says, this will be good for your state of mind. You can grow a beard when he rejects you and move to a different country. Plus your mental insanity could decrease and you might even stop talking to yourself. Aru huffed.

"Whatever." Then a sly look entered her eyes and she smirked. "Race you to the top! Last one there gets to be Brynne's taste-testing guinea pig!" Then she took off and ran up the mountain like her life depended on it; because it did.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Aiden raced after her, camera swinging near his hip. Aru could practically smell the top of the mountain, she could certainly see it. However, she could also see that Aiden was gaining on her.

Just ten more steps! She squeezed her eyes shut, adrenaline pumping through her veins, as she lunged and threw herself at the make-believe finish line. Aiden was five seconds too late.

"And I win! Beat it, snob." She cheered. Aiden rolled his eyes and flopped down next to Aru, who lay on the grass, looking ridiculous, but still grinning triumphantly.

"You cheated and you know it, troll. You had a big head start." Aiden complained, looking disgruntled, but he didn’t sound mad.

"Whatever floats your boat, Wifey." He made a rude gesture at her, then started fiddling with Shadowfax. They lay on the grass on top of Stone Mountain, not saying anything and ignoring the weird looks people gave them. Both were lost in thought. When Aru finally sat up, however, she gasped in dismay.

"Where are the stars?" The sky was completely devoid and looked like a black expanse of nothing. Now what was she supposed to do? She had a whole speech planned and everything, and the monologue mostly included the keyword 'stars'. Wait. What were the words again? Aru started panicking when she realized she had forgotten her entire speech.

"Shah?" Aiden asked softly, looking at her in concern as she covered her face with her hands.

"The thing I was supposed to tell you.... no, never mind. I dragged you all the way up here so we could look at the stars, I know how much you love scenic views. It was a really hard climb, but they said it's worth it when you see the bejeweled night sky. But it was all for nothing."

"But there are stars here."

"What?" Aiden stood up and helped Aru do the same, before walking towards the edge of the mountain with the other in tow.

"Look." He pointed down, and Aru saw what he was pointing at. The city lights twinkled like thousands upon thousands of stars, glowing like scattered gems. Her breath hitched and she turned towards Aiden, who was smiling and already taking pictures. So there really were stars below the night sky.

Aru leaned forward on the railing, letting the cold from the metal seep into her and ground her. She took a deep breath in, then let it out. She was going to confess, right here, right now. Fuck the speech she had spent hours on through blood, sweat, and tears. She would do this the typical Aru Shah way.

She opened her mouth, then quickly shut it. Nope, nope, nope. No way was she gonna tell Aiden she liked him. She didn't want to move to another continent, the ice cream here was to die for. Not to mention her mom would kill her.

Just when she was about to make an excuse and vamoose, Aiden turned to her. And in his eyes, Aru saw there were more stars out there than the ones in the sky and lighting up the city.

"You know, with you, every day is so strange and random. Like today, I planned on sitting back and relaxing until you came and challenged me to a last-minute hike. I find myself doing things I usually never do." Aru swallowed.

"Oh. Do you- do you dislike it?" Aiden thought for a moment.

"No." Aru took her time calming her mind and burying her negative thoughts, before sighing and blowing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"Well, I guess it's the same for me. Around you, every day becomes weird and bizarre and extraordinary and mystifying and every synonym in between. But I like those weird days. So, do you want to continue having weird days with me?" She asked, smiling despite her internal conflict.

Aiden looked at her in surprise, mouth opening slightly, causing Aru to laugh gently. "If you need a translation: I'm asking if you want to go out with me?" Welp, now you've done it. Time to skedaddle. She clenched her hands, ready to run to the nearest train that would get her off this planet when Aiden's stunned expression morphed into a gorgeous smile.

"Yes."

"... Uh?" Aiden chuckled softly at Aru's flabbergasted look.

"Yes, I would like to go out with you." She laughed in exhilaration and slight confusion.

"I hope you know what you are getting into," Aiden smirked, looking just as thrilled as Aru, before reaching over and squeezing her hand.

"I don't. But I can't wait to find out. Besides, isn't that what dating's about?" This earned another breathless laugh from Aru.

"Wise words, Wifey. You are learning how to smooth talk from the best, after all."

"Sure, whatever floats your boat, Shah." Aru scowled.

"Oh, shut up." Regardless, she didn't let go of his hand.

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Again, let me know what you all think, and if I should do a part 3! Constructive criticism is welcome. And yes I think Aru will be the one to get down on one knee. This story was rushed so maybe not the best, plus I suck at confessions.

#aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #tpq #aruden #aru x aiden #rick riordan presents #aiden acharya #lightning smolder #alternate universe #college #modern au #college au #oneshot #college aru shah

[harley-sunday]

August Rush [03]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: None except tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 4.3

AN: Let me start of by telling you how much I LOVE all the love this fic is getting from you. My heart is about to burst! So yeah... here’s the next part. It’s a little bit of a filler chapter, I won’t lie, but hopefully the amount of soft!Carlos makes up for it :) 

Masterlist

When you wake up the next morning your room is bathing in light, the sun already high in the sky, and so you figure you must have slept longer than you thought. With a groan you roll onto your side and reach for your phone, a quick glance at your screen not only telling you you’ve slept for almost twelve hours but also that you’ve received three new messages. Turning onto your back you unlock your phone and pull up the messaging app, smiling when you see the first message is from Max:

Just wanted to let you know I’ve made it to Brazil. Will call you later today, ok? X

You type out a quick reply to let him know you don’t have any plans and that he can call anytime before you scroll down and open the next messaging thread:

So… Pierre told me you are in Mallorca? With CARLOS? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS? HUH? DID IT SLIP YOUR MIND? Are you even my friend? Ugh. I hate you.

There’s a second message, sent not long after the first:

Ok. I don’t hate you. Not really, anyway. BUT. You do need to call me ASAP. I have questions.

You can’t help but smile when you read your best friend's messages and when you check the timestamp and see the last message was sent just five minutes ago you pull up her contact details and hit the green button to start the call, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed so you can sit up while you talk to her.

She answers on the first ring, “You have some explaining to do-”

You let out a laugh, “Good morning to you too, friend.”

“Skip the pleasantries, Pip,” she bites back but you can tell she’s smiling. “What are you doing playing house with Carlos?”

“I’m not-” you start, a little taken aback by her accusation, but then you hear her scoff and so you change trajectory. “It was this or have Max’s cat lady take care of me for the next two weeks, so-”

“Uh, hello? You could have called me?”

“Hmm,” you agree half-heartedly. “Don’t think Max would have been too thrilled to make the journey to Strasbourg and back though.” 

“Oh, pff,” she scoffs. “You know he would have in a heartbeat. Or I could have met you halfway or-”

“Yeah, well, I’m in Mallorca now,” you point out with a shrug even though she can’t see you. “Not playing house with Carlos. Not in this condition anyway.”

“Still that bad?” She sounds concerned and you can just picture the way she rubs her forehead, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s ok, I just have to take it easy.” It’s then you realise something and so you stand up to test the waters, a little surprised when you can do so without getting a headache or feeling dizzy, “Huh.”

“‘Huh’ what?” 

“Huh, my head feels actually pretty ok right now,” you tell her as you sit back down again. “I just tried standing up and I didn’t get dizzy or-”

“That’s good! Right?” 

“I guess so,” you nod, feeling strangely relieved. You hear your best friend start to say something and so you cut her off immediately, “Still doesn’t mean I’m going to play house here, babe.”

“Boo,” she counters, no doubt making a face at her phone. There’s a sigh then, “This has been what? Seven years in the making, friend. If not now then when?”

You let out a laugh, “What are you, Yoda?”

There’s another exasperated sigh before she repeats herself, “Seven. Years.”

“I never should have told you I thought he looked good in red,” you say with a shake of your head, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks at whatever it is she’s insinuating. 

“Oh, no. No, no. No, that’s not what you said, babe. You said, and I quote, ‘I mean, I guess he looks good in Ferrari red but I wouldn’t mind being the one he takes it off for.’” 

You let out a groan, “I was four drinks in by-.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she shoots back before you’ve even finished your sentence. “You said what you said, babe. And I for one can not wait to see how this unfolds.” 

“What even makes you think anything’s gonna happen?” You run your free hand through your hair, letting it come to rest at the back of your neck, “We’re just friends. Plus he has-”

“Yeah. Ok. Sure.” 

“-seen me throw up yesterday,” you continue, effectively ignoring her. “I don’t think that particularly awakens any romantic feelings one might have.” 

“He saw you throw up and he didn’t run away?” She lets out a laugh, “Oh Pip.”

“What?” 

“Nothing,” she says, feigning innocence. “You’ll figure it out eventually.” It’s quiet for a second before she adds, “If you could do so before Spa that’d be great.” 

“What?” You shake your head, “Before Spa? What are you talking about?” 

“Nothing, babe, just- Don’t waste another seven years, ok?” She clears her throat then, “Listen, I have to go, but-”

“What’s going at Spa?” 

“I have to go, babe,” she says. 

“No. You have to tell me what’s going on.”

“Can’t, sorry. I really need to go. I love you, babe. Make good choices.”

“Flo-” you warn her but by then she’s already ended the call and so you let out a frustrated sigh because what on earth is she talking about? What’s happening at Spa?

***

After a quick shower you make your way to the kitchen, which you find empty except for some soft Jazz playing in the background, but it’s then you hear Piñon bark, the sound coming from somewhere outside, and as you make your way through the double doors there’s a smile creeping up on you when you see Carlos playing fetch with his dog. They’re in the far end of the garden, where tall pine trees offer some relief from the burning midday sun, and it looks like a good place to be so you make your way over there as well.

It’s Piñon who spots you first, letting out an excited yelp before he runs over to you and greets you enthusiastically, nudging your leg with his head for some scratches.

“Good morning,” Carlos says with a grin as he walks over to you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you tell him with a smile, trying to ignore the way your cheek still burns long after he's pulled away. “A little long maybe but-” 

Carlos shakes his head, “You must have needed it.”

“I guess I did.” 

“Have you eaten yet?” He throws you a look when you tell him you haven’t and motions for you to follow him inside, “Come on, I will make you something.” He falls into step beside you as you make your way back to the house, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you admit easily enough. “No dizziness yet and no headaches either, so that’s something, I guess.” 

“Hmm,” he agrees as he throws the ball for Piñon to fetch, “I wanted to go get some groceries after lunch-” he chuckles then, “Well lunch for me and breakfast for you.” 

You don’t say anything, just make a face at him, which in turn makes him laugh.

“Maybe you want to come with me?” He throws you a kind smile then, “If you’re up for it, of course.” 

“Yeah, I'd like that.” 

***

Max calls when you’re in the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket Carlos has taken you to and so you trail a little behind the Spaniard, nodding yes when he’s holding up a pineapple for you to approve of before he puts it in the shopping cart, while you give your best friend a quick update, “I had a few bad episodes yesterday but I think that was just from travelling-”

“Bad how?” Max asks.

“Some dizziness and a lot of headaches,” you reply truthfully.

“Pip,” Max draws out, the warning in his voice coming through loud and clear.

“I know,” you shake your head at Carlos when he shows you a bag of spinach, and pull a face that you hope lets him know just how much you hate it. “I know, ok?”

You hear Max sigh, “Please don’t rush anything”

“I won’t,” you promise, “but today’s much better already. I haven’t been dizzy at all and so far I haven’t had any headaches either.” You look for some wood to knock on but don’t find any and so in the end you settle on knocking on a coconut that you add to the cart after.

Carlos smiles and shakes his head when he sees what you’re doing and quietly mutters, “Estas loca.”

You stick your tongue out at him while you listen to Max once again telling you to take it easy. You nod, even though he can’t see you, “I will, Maxy. Promise.” You follow Carlos as he makes his way to the fish and meat section, “How’s Brazil?”

“Good,” Max replies and you can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s really nice to be back and see everyone again.” 

“Good,” you echo. “You deserve some time off.” 

“I’ll call you later tomorrow for another update, ok?”

“Yep.” You can’t help but laugh when you see Carlos trying to mime to say hi to Max from across the aisle, “Carlos says hello.”

“Say hi back for me,” Max lowers his voice then, “and tell him to take good care of you.” 

You look down at your feet, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks from the double meaning in Max’s words even though you know it’s not how he meant them at all. Still, with a cheeky grin, acting a lot braver than you feel, you tell him, “Oh, I will.” When you finally look up again you find Carlos looking at you curiously as if he’s trying to figure out what’s got you all flustered but you simply shake your head, hoping he won’t ask any questions.

“Good,” Max continues, completely oblivious. “I’ll talk to you later, ok?”

“Yep.” You can’t help but smile when you tell him, “Love you, Maxy.” 

“Ik ook van jou.”

***

By the time you make it back it’s already late in the afternoon, the shopping trip taking a little longer than expected because you insisted on walking through every single aisle, admiring the wide variety of products they offer. Carlos seemed happy to follow you around, sometimes pointing out things he thought you should try. 

Once you’re at the house you offer to help put away the groceries, leaving Carlos to do the heavy lifting while you care for the fresh produce. As Piñon trails behind you every time you walk from the counter to the fridge and back you can’t help but think maybe your best friend was right when she accused you of playing house with Carlos because this sure as hell is looking pretty domestic. 

You can honestly say you’ve never thought about it before, never even considered the possibility of you and Carlos being more than friends, but now that the seed of it has been planted it’s hard to ignore even though it’s not something you want to explore more of right now per sé. Not here in this kitchen where Carlos is never more than four feet away anyway. Maybe later, you think, when you’re alone and there’s more room to think. Maybe you could call Flo again so she can help you sort through the million and one things that are going through your mind because you can’t seem to grasp any of them on your own. 

When you feel Carlos nudge your shoulder with his not much later you look up at him a little startled.

He chuckles, “Where was your head at, cariño?” 

You try to save face, “I got a little distracted by all of this,” you tell him as you nod towards the now five empty grocery bags. “It looks like we’re feeding an orphanage.” 

“I promised to take good care of you, no?” 

Not for the first time today do you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and so you busy yourself wiping non-existent dust off the counter to avoid his gaze, “You did.” 

***

Carlos insists you sit back and relax while he makes dinner and so you find yourself back in one of the lounge chairs, Piñon quietly snoring at your feet like he did yesterday. It’s a little later in the evening, the sun hanging low in the sky and a slight breeze offering some relief from the heat that's still lingering in the air. 

You’re on your phone, catching up on social media and emails and text messages from Pierre, Yuki, and Franz, who all want to know how you’re doing and wishing you a speedy recovery. There’s even a text from Daniel, who you’ve never worked with but who you know very well because he’s one of Max’s closest friends on the grid and over the years you’ve spent many nights partying together after races and during the off-season in Monaco. He tells you to take full advantage of your situation now that ‘you’ve got Sainz looking after you’ and to ‘make him work for it, babe.’ You tell him you will and add a smiley for good measure. 

It’s then Carlos walks past you, carrying two plates, and informing you dinner is ready from over his shoulder as he makes his way to the gazebo. When you get up there’s a twinge of pain shooting through your head but not as bad as before and so you don’t really pay it too much attention, even more so because by the time you get to the gazebo it has disappeared again. 

“What would you like to drink?” Carlos asks once he’s set down the plates and is on his way to the kitchen once more. 

“Water’s fine,” you tell him with a smile as you sit down. The food, a risotto it seems, smells absolutely amazing and your stomach growls in response, a rather unattractive sound that you’re glad Carlos hasn’t heard.

Carlos rejoins you not much later, placing a glass of water in front of you before he sits down, “Here you go.”

You smile up at him, “Thank you. It looks really good.”

“It’s my mom’s recipe,” he admits easily enough. He nods towards your plate then, "Buen provecho."

You take a bite and have to keep from letting out a moan from how good it tastes, “Oh my God,” you breathe, eyes on Carlos, “this is amazing.” 

He smiles widely at your compliment, “Thank you.”

“So good,” you mutter after the second bite, leaning back in your chair and savouring the taste. 

There’s a comfortable silence between you and Carlos as you both finish the rest of your meal, the only sound the soft summer breeze rustling through the trees and some birds chirping in the distance. You don’t want to jinx it but you do feel you’re slowly starting to get back to your old self again, like you’re here in Mallorca to spend some time with a good friend instead of having to recover from a concussion. And who knows what might happen between you and Carlos in the next two weeks. 

Wait. What? 

Where did that come from? 

You can feel yourself getting flustered again and so you risk a quick glance at Carlos, because even though you haven’t said anything out loud you wonder if he’s picked up on the sudden change in your mood. You find him looking at you with a fond smile and for a moment you’re convinced he’s been able to read your mind but then he asks if you’d like some more water and you let out a relieved breath before you tell him, “Yes, please.” 

***

You’re not sure what happens because one minute you’re loading the dishwasher and the next you’re using the kitchen counter for support as you try to battle the nausea that has rushed over you from out of nowhere. Carlos is outside, gathering the last of the dishes left over from dinner, and so you try to breathe through it on your own but it’s only getting worse. 

A sharp pain shoots through your head the moment you take another deep breath and so you squeeze your eyes shut, quietly whimpering because Jesus, it hurts. You can feel tears coming to your eyes and you let out a groan, both out of frustration and pain.

There’s a hand on the small of your back then and you are sure Carlos says something but it doesn’t reach you, the words floating around but never really landing. He tries again, much closer now, and this time you do hear him, the worry clear in his voice, “How bad is it?”

When you try to answer the words seem stuck in your throat and nothing but a quiet whimper comes out. 

“I’m here,” Carlos says, his hand now at the base of your neck. He does something with his fingers then, massaging the tense muscles, and the firm pressure of his touch and the warmth that radiates from his fingers helps to distract you a little. “Just keep breathing, cariño,” he whispers.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this, your head in your hands while Carlos keeps whispering sweet nothings and tries to relieve the tension in your shoulders and neck but after a while you can feel the headache starting to subside a little. The nausea doesn’t seem to want to budge though and so you keep taking deep breaths, eyes still closed as you wonder how long this will last.

Carlos pulls away then and you whimper at the loss of contact, afraid the headache will return and it will be worse than before. He lets the back of his fingers run across your cheek, the touch featherlight, before he says, “Just keep breathing, ok? I’ll be right back.”

You want to tell him no, want to tell him to stay, but words are still hard and so you focus on your breathing instead and hope he keeps his promise.

He returns not much later, “This might be a little cold,” and drapes what feels like a wet washcloth on your neck, letting his hand rest on top of it for some extra pressure.

It is cold at first but then it actually starts to feel nice and you can feel your muscles start to relax even more. The headache is nothing more than a dull throb somewhere in the back of your head now and so you test the waters by slowly opening your eyes one by one. 

There’s no light on in the kitchen, only a faint glow coming from somewhere inside the living room, and it takes you a few seconds to get used to the darkness and get your bearings again. When the nausea doesn’t seem to get any worse you carefully lift your head and turn towards Carlos.

“Hey,” he whispers and presses a kiss to your temple. He tries to smile at you then but there’s no hiding the worried look in his eyes, “What happened?”

“I don’t-” your voice is rough and so you clear your throat and try again, “I don’t know.” You put your hands on the counter and try to stand up a little straighter but your back doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and you let out a frustrated groan.

“Hey, no, easy,” Carlos says, his hands now on your hips as to steady you. “I’ve got you.” 

You try again, one hand against Carlos’ chest for some support. You’re still a little unsteady on your feet but the nausea doesn’t seem to get any worse and small victories and all that. 

“Easy,” Carlos says again, removing the washcloth from your neck. “Let’s just stand here for a bit, no?”

He’s so kind, and so gentle, and so genuinely concerned that the tears you have been trying to fight back ever since this whole thing started finally spill over, running hot and thick down your cheeks.

“No,” Carlos whispers, cupping your face in his hands and running his thumbs over your cheeks. “Don’t cry, cariño. Please.”

You bite your lip to keep from sobbing but fail, a ragged breath escaping you. Looking up at Carlos you try again, “I just- I hate- I hate this. I thought today was a good- A good day and then-” another sob follows and so you let out a resigned, “I just really hate this.” 

Carlos shakes his head and wraps his arms around you as he steps closer to you and pulls you into him, “Ssssh.” He presses a kiss to your temple, “You have got to give it time, Pip.”

“I don’t want to anymore,” you mutter against his shoulder, knowing he’s probably right but not necessarily wanting to agree with him either even though you keep telling Max the same thing. You wrap your arms around Carlos’ waist, suddenly feeling very tired and needing some extra support.

“Why don’t we get you to bed?”

You let out a whine, a little afraid you’ll start to feel worse again if you move.

Carlos seems to understand and pulls away a little, reaching behind him to take your hands in his, draping one of your arms across his shoulders. He picks you up then, bridal style, and smiles when you look up at him, his eyes softening, “Don’t worry. I got you.” 

***

Are you surprised when Carlos comes to check on you every hour that night? No. Not really anyway and so after the third time you scoot over to the far side of your bed and tell him, still half asleep, “Just sleep here. It’s easier.” 

He chuckles but declines, “That’s ok. I don’t mind.” 

You mutter something in reply that even you don’t understand but don’t push it any further even though you really want him to stay. 

***

When he comes to check on you again you’re feeling worse than before, a screaming headache making you restless and a little panicked that it’s never going to get better. Your breathing is shallow and comes in irregular puffs and you just want it to stop. 

This time he does stay.

As soon as he lies down he pulls you into him and you curl up against him, your head resting on his chest. He has one arm around you, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your wrist, drawing little patterns that you’re not sure mean anything but that you don't want him to stop doing either. He inhales deeply and tells you, “Breathe with me, ok?” 

You try and at first it’s hard but then you fall into sync with him and you can feel yourself starting to calm down, your eyes growing heavy despite the headache. This is nice, you think before you feel yourself drift off to sleep. 

***

You wake up the next morning, not immediately remembering what happened last night but then you spot Carlos’ watch next to your pillow and all of a sudden the memories come flooding back. How most of the day you were fine until you weren’t. How Carlos took care of you in the kitchen. How he carried you to bed. And how he ended up staying with you, at least for a little while because you have no idea if he went back to his own room or if he actually spent the night here once you fell asleep.

You like to think he did. 

You feel absolutely exhausted and when you grab the watch and see that it’s only nine you tell yourself it’s ok to go back to sleep and so you close your eyes, still holding on to that little piece of Carlos.

***

You spend most of Sunday morning in bed and it isn’t until much later that afternoon that you finally start to feel a little better and dare to get up and leave your bedroom. You find Carlos playing a game of solo-chess outside and when you see the way his face lights up when he spots you you can’t help but smile, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoes, leaning forward and putting his hand on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze, “Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“And the headache?”

“Almost gone,” you tell him. “I’m still just really tired.” Piñon sits down at your feet and you scratch him behind his ears, “Good boy.” You see Carlos’ watch around your wrist then and so you take it off and hand it back to him, “Here. You forgot this.”

There’s the hint of a smile playing on his lips, “Gracias.” 

“De nada.”

He furrows his brows and runs a hand through his hair, almost as if he’s a little hesitant about what he’s going to say. Still, he goes for it, “I meant what I said yesterday, Pip. You’re going to have to allow yourself time to heal.” He locks his eyes on yours, “Promise me you will?” 

You nod, dropping your eyes to your lap, “I will.”

“Good,” he agrees quietly.  “Let’s just take it easy this week and see how it goes, no?” He waits until you nod before he continues, “And so you know, I do have to work out during the week but it’s only in the morning so I’m yours for most of the day, ok?”

“Ok.” 

“Ok,” he echoes. He looks at you then, really looks at you, and smiles a hesitant smile, “I know it’s maybe not how you expected your summer to go, Pip, but I just want you to know that I’m really happy you’re here.” 

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Notes Estas loca - you’re crazy Buen provecho - bon appetit

Taglist: @shes-homeward-bound | @chiogarza | @oyesmendes​ | @thatchickwiththecamera​ | @sanne-p | @kimisolis | @your-favourite-blonde​ | @internetgremlin​

#Carlos Sainz fanfic #Carlos Sainz x reader #Carlos Sainz jr #CS55 #F1 Fanfic #Harley Sunday x Carlos Sainz jr

[clockwork-freminet]

mmm.. not too often! Though when i do i usually just take pictures of things i think are pretty or interesting! Like plants, bugs, animals, the sky. All that stuff.

I thought you looking at the sunset was really really pretty, so i decided to capture what i saw! I'm glad you like it^^

You can keep the photo, if you want! :D

-♠️❤️

"Oh, but... you're the one who took it, though..."

Freminet hesitated. He really appreciated the gesture, but somehow felt wrong keeping it, even though it was of him.

Even still, he didn't want to come across as if he was being insincere about liking the photos, and potentially hurt your feelings.

"... OK, I will. I'll take good care of it, I swear."

#genshin impact #asks #♠️❤️ anon #freminet #freminet speaks

[sushiosims]

Billy and Morgan - Chapter 3

Before long, his dad stumbles through, glaring at Billy. 'Where you been? Late again?' he mutters, throwing himself down into a chair

'I got dinner at a friends' Billy says, getting ready for another argument. He hates arguments. Why is everyone just coming for him just now?

'How nice for you, did you think of your old man, waiting at home, worried, going hungry. There is no food, the lights aren't working...I had to stay in bed all day just to keep warm' Dan moans

'Oh poor you' Billy mocks, 'Must have been hard for you lying on your ribs, doing nothing all day'

'And the lights and heating don't work as you have not paid the bill' Billy reminds him tersely, his anger bubbling up

'Are you answering me back!?' Dan roars 'The lack of respect from you...if you want the power back on, go out and get a job, earn your keep! You have been carried too long!'

Billy feels the fight go out of him, and he just nods, 'Yeah Dad' and he heads down to his room

He lies on his bed, listening to music and thinking of the last couple of days. He thinks of Morgan's house again, and feels himself recoil in shame. Imagining his home through her eyes. He had to stop thinking about her

But he remembers the sadness in her eyes...and that jolt of...something. It was like a bolt of lightening, took his breath away and made him dizzy. He had never felt a connection like that before, and he knew she felt it too

He wonders if she is thinking about him too...

He is getting up to get ready for bed, when his phone vibrates...he checks it and smiles 'Looks like she is thinking of me after all' he thinks to himself, as he sees the friend request from Morgan on SimChat. He quickly accepts, and sees her typing straight away

She sends him a picture of a starry sky with the caption

Morgan- 'Guess where I am?'

He smiles, recognising the coastline and the clear skies 'The Bluffs' he says to himself, starting to get up, and pulling on his boots

Billy reaches the Bluffs, and this time finds Morgan lying on the snow, letting the flakes land on her, and melt into her skin. She looked beautiful.

'Is it creepy and stalker-ish that I came?' he asks

She smiles 'Is it bad that I don't care?' She stands up, and they head to the swing set

'So what's up?' Billy asks lightly, feeling a nervous tension emenate from her

'Nothing, its just, well, be careful with Bruce, he has a temper, and is not used to people standing up to him, or disrespecting him. He is pretty powerful here, I don't want you getting into trouble'

Billy laughs and starts to swing back 'I have dealt with bigger and badder bullies than Patman' he says 'Don't worry about me'

She looks at him, smiling in spite of herself at his optimism and devil may care spirit. She had never met anyone like Billy before. 'Just be careful, he's spiteful, and once he decides to ruin someone, it's pretty much a done deal' she warns him

He is touched by the genuine concern on her face, and smiles to reassure her 'What can he take from me? I have nothing' he says simply Morgan feels her heart ache for him. Its not fair, how she and Bruce have so much, and there are people like Billy, who just never stood a chance

They head over to the seating area, and Billy teases 'So why did you want me here? I thought this was where you came from your quiet time?' he asks her 'Just to warn me about Big Bad Bruce? Do you want me to leave now?'

'Please, don't' she says quickly 'I like my quiet time, but I think I would like to spend my quiet time with you if that's ok?'

'That's fine by me' Billy replies. The two of them settle into a comfortable silence When she is disturbed by her phone, he feels the tension from her again, and decides to try and distract her 'Hey' he says 'Do you know much about stars?'

She shakes her head 'Erm no'

'Do you want to learn a bit?' he asks

'You know space stuff?' she asks, laughing

'Yeah, I know space stuff' he smiles, and the two of them go lie in the snow, and for a while, they look up in silence. Taking in the vast expanse of sky above them

He pulls her to her feet and leads her to the clearing 'Lets start off easy. That is the Big Dipper, consisting of seven bright stars of Ursa Major, the constellation of Ursa Major is seen as a bear, see it? Once you find the Big Dipper, you can navigate the skies more easily'

He tries to act casual as she links his arm through his and starts searching the skies, suddenly she shouts in excitement

'Oh I see it! Is that it there? Where those three bright stars are in a line?'

Billy nods, glad she looks like she is enjoying herself 'That's right!'

'Look!' There was a shooting star, did you see it? Did you?' her eyes shining with excitement

'Yeah I seen it, did you make a wish?' he asked quietly

She catches his eye, and looks down, 'Yeah, I did'

He nudges her, 'Well, what did you wish?'

'Can't say, won't come true'

She shivers and he gestures to her, 'Can I?' he asks, before putting his arm around her, pulling her closer, she nods, and slips her arm around his waist Billy feels his knees go weak, tries to stay cool as he continues to point out constellations and tell stories about each one

They sit for another hour, sometimes chatting, but mostly silent, watching the sky, making wishes on shooting stars, and marvelling at the expanse of the universe

'You know, you're really, really smart, I don't think I have met anyone as smart as you before' Morgan says suddenly

'Thank you, I read a lot. My dad...well he wasn't around and I used to just be left alone most days, I spent a lot of time hanging around libraries, they were warm, and the ladies that worked there usually looked after me, even got me lunch!' Again, Morgan's heart broke

He jumps up, seeing the sympathy on her face, he did not want her to feel sorry for him.

'Come on, its after 1am, your parents will be freaking out' he said, pulling her to her feet

'Shit how did it get so late!' she laughs 'Thank you, its been a lovely night' she adds, shyly

As she got to her feet, the two are standing facing each other, their cold breaths mingling in the frigid air. They are silent, the air electric. All it would take would be one step forward, but instead, she takes one step back.

'Bye Billy' and heads off towards the treeline

Morgan gets home at almost 2am, she tries to sneak in the door, but hears her mum thunder down the stairs. 'What time do you call this Morgan? I have been calling you all night! I thought someone had kidnapped you! Do you have any idea how worried we have been?!'

'Mum, I am almost 18, please, give me some space' Morgan groans 'I'm fine, no-one kidnapped me, I was just at the bluffs watching the stars, stop treating me like a child!'

'You are a child! You are my child, and while you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules! You know you have to be in for 10.30! If you get in trouble, you know what that means for me? My reputation, ruined! It will be in all the tabloids! Stay out of trouble young lady!'

'The tabloids? Its the Windenburg Gazette! Get over yourself mother, and why is it about you and your reputation all the time?' Morgan bites back 'What about my life?'

Moira covers her daughters mouth 'I am stopping you before you say anything you regret, my house, my rules, and if you want your trust fund, then you will live by them, got it?'

'And who were you with? I know it wasn't Bruce, he has been calling all night!' 'I was with friends mum! I am allowed to have friends other than Bruce!' Moira scoffs, 'You are lucky to have that boy Morgan...his father is very important you know!' Morgan rolls her eyes

'Very rich you mean' Morgan mutters 'RIGHT! THATS IT!' Moira shouts, 'I am not taking this from you! Get upstairs to your room I don't want to look at you. You are grounded!' 'Mum! You cant ground me! I'm 17!' 'I don't care, you will not leave this house unless its for school'

For Chapter 4 clicky clicky right...HERE

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Save Me pt. 3

Sorry it took so long to update this story life has been very crazy.

Y/N’s POV

Today I woke up before my alarm, not a common occurrence. Sitting up I looked over at the window next to my bed. The Sun had just started to spread light over the sky. Lately since starting back at college I haven’t been getting much sleep. At night my mind is riddled with thoughts so much so it keeps my heart racing. Running my hand through my hair I let out a sigh ‘maybe if I skip today no one will notice’, I thought to myself. Would Bennie even notice if I turned off my phone and disappeared? No probably not he wants nothing to do with me he pretty much said so his self. I would feel bad if I left the boys hanging, but if this will help me they have to understand right?

My alarm blared scaring me out of my head. Grumbling I quickly picked it up shutting it off completely shoving it under my pillow to be forgotten. Looking over the small table next to my bed I reached over to grab the small framed picture of me and Changbin. We were standing together arms wrapped around each other smiling. Seungmin took this picture almost two years ago back when everything wasn’t so confusing. I had no doubt in my mind then that he loved me. “Sorry I rather focus on school than you.” Everything used to be so different back then.

~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ok class your Chemistry final will be next Friday! So make sure you pay attention in class and study over the next week. I have high expectations, class dismissed!” Mr. Twed said with a smile before sitting behind his desk. Gathering my books I hurried and rushed for the school exit. To excited to go home I tripped over someone’s foot. Slamming on the ground I heard a familiar laugh Vernon the school’s biggest asshole.

“You ought to be more careful Y/N.” He said smugly, “Wouldn’t want you trampling all the other students.”

I looked up at him and his two other friends before attempting to pull myself off the ground. “Who said you could get up?” He quickly shoved his hand on my back knocking me down again. “You’ll get up when I say.” He snickered at me as a new voice piped up.

“What the hell is going on here?” I turned my head to the side to attempt to try and see who had walked up. “Oh I see!” The voiced said I could tell they were getting closer. “You like to pick on pretty girls don’t you Vernon?”

“Mind your business Changbin!” Vernon huffed, “I don’t wanna beat up the new kid, so why don’t you buzz off.”

Changbin started to laugh as he knelt down next to me “hey are you okay? Would you like some help sweetheart?”

In this moment I couldn’t hold back the tears “Save me.” The second those words left my mouth Changbin stood up and stood between me and Vernon. “If you think I you can beat me then bring it on.” Looking at both of them I could tell Vernon was scared of Changbin.

Rolling his eyes Vernon grumbled before he and his friends walked off. I watched them leave in shock I was so caught off guard i didn’t realize Changbin had turned back to me trying to help me up. Looking at him I accepted his hand and stood to my feet. “He didn’t hurt you right?” He asked me as he looked over my body frantically. He just met me seconds ago and he cares about my well being. “Hey? Are your okay?” The second time he asked made me finally realize I should probably answer him.

“Yeah I’m okay,” I said as I reached down to grab my bag. “Thank you.”

He smiled at me sweetly. “No need to thank me, it’s a pleasure to save a beautiful girl.” I smiled at him in return before I turned to leave. “Wait!” He said quickly causing me to look back him. “Can I ask you what your name is?”

“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you Changbin.” I smiled before walking away.

~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~~~

It didn’t take long from that day that we started dating. How did we go from me begging him to save me to now he wants nothing to do with me. Sighing I set the picture down and sunk under my covers. Maybe sleeping the day away is what I need.

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