#every day i miss the pss more

[hvaneyflowers]

Family

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Fernando Alonso x femreader! family!

Instagram au | Part 4

Fernando and y/n have been married for 10 years, and for the last 9 years, y/n has been fighting against cancer. Because of this, they can't have children on their own, so they decided to adopt.

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yourusername

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yourusername: In this house, we worship Paw Patrol!🐶 Happy birthday, my love! I love you so much that it hurts. I still can't believe that we are your parents! I thank God every day for you, baby! Love you to the moon and back❤️ Pss. Someone didn't understand and drew a circuit instead of a puppy😑

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username12: OMG! Little Matias is 5!! Happy birthday, little Alonso!

username7: Paw Patrol all the way! Happy birthday!

username8: Happy birthday, little Matias!

fernandoalo_oficial: It was a good drawing of a circuit! Matias loved it!

username6: Not Nando trying to save himself! 🤣 yourusername: He said, "Daddy it's good, but it isn't a puppy, so you're out of the table, bye!" charles_leclerc: Ha! He adored my Ferrari puppy the most! yourusername: I'm not so sure it was a "Ferrari puppy" charles_leclerc: It was! alex_albon: Matias said its name was Marshall and it was a firefighter. carlossainz55: A firefighter who's a Ferrari fan. That's why he uses red😎 yourusername: delulu🙂 carlossainz55: 😑

username98: not Carlos and Charles trying to convert an innocent puppy into a Ferrari fan🤣

username67: I KNOW!! THEY'RE SO DELULU! HAHHAHA

kimimatiasraikkonen: Happy Birthday to my godson! ❤️

yourusername: Thanks, Kimi! Matias loved your gift and misses playing with your kids. Come back anytime! fernandoalo_oficial: yeah, he loved his present. Didn't you think of asking us first? yourusername: Oh, come on, Nando! It wasn't so bad! I adored it, too! username56: I wonder what was the present... username90: Me too! username71: Following the party's theme, maybe a puppy!

astonmartinf1: Happy birthday, Matias! We can't wait to see you back at the paddock next year!

f1: Happy birthday, little Matias aka future World Champion!

susie_wolff: Happy birthday, Matias! It seems it was an amazing party! Sorry for not being able to be there, but Jack got sick :(

yourusername: Don't worry! We have more years coming ahead!

fernandoalofans: Happy birthday, Matias!

f1news: Happy birthday!

username1: Happy birthday! Now, I want to see the photos of the drivers at the party.

username8: Me tooo! Please @.yourusername!

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yourusername: Thanks to everyone who came to my baby's birthday party! See you next year with another Paw Patrol party!

usersname12: Omg! That's a long list of tagged people.

username9: The fact that they invited the whole grid!

username90: and Nicholas Latifi!

username18: Not Max wearing a Redbull shirt!

username91: and Lewis dressing as if was a fashion show!

username5: even Roscoe was there!

username91: Obvs! He's Lewis' son! username123: and it was a puppy theme party!

roscoelovescoco: me's love's Matia's party's! he's the' best'st cousin's

yourusername: and he loves you, too!❤️

lewishamilton: love every minute of it! Thanks for having us!

yourusername: and thank you for being there! and for dressing Rosocoe as Rubble. The kids loved him!

username34: omg, the whole grid! what chaos it should've been!

fernandoalo_oficial: you don't have any idea😑 yourusername: but it was a beautiful chaos! username34: 🤣

pierregasly: your nieces and nephews were so cute! Love spending time with them!

danielricciardo: Amazing party! And by the way, I won that race between Nico and me! 😎

hulkkenberg: no, you didn't. kevinmagnussen: no, you didn't. zhouguanyu24: no, you didn't. valtteribottas: no, you didn't fernandoalo_oficial: no, you didn't sebastianvettel: no, you didn't landonorris: no, you didn't georgerussel63: no, you didn't danielricciardo: 😑

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lando.jpg: Matias's party!

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yourusername: Happy memories, love you all!

username1: please tell me that the cat that Esteban is holding is Kimi's gift!

danielricciardo: I look hot covered up in balloons!

maxverstappen1: no, you don't. You look like a clown. danielricciardo: nah, that's Charles. charles_leclerc: 😒

charles_leclerc: I look like a clown😿

carlossainz55: nope. You're only stupid. charles_leclerc: ha! 😒

username23: can we talk about Lance's face?

username9: he looks like the older brother! yourusername: HE IS the older brother!

username8: omg! Even Nicholas Latifi was there! what a party!

username6: what a lucky kid is Matias! With the best drivers in the world as uncles!

username10: I wonder why Carlos and Lando were fighting!

username8: I bet it was nothing special haha

username14: Lewis looks so cute with little Matias in his arms! 😍

username67: the fact that Matias's father drives for Aston Martin and he is wearing a Mercedes shirt! yourusername: In Fernando's words: "He'sa traitor". But in Matias's words: "Uncle Lewis is cooler than you, Daddy. He has a dog!" username5: Hahahhaa poor Nando!

fernandoalo_oficial: first and last party with you as guests.

danielricciardo: 💔 maxverstappen1: 💔 charles_leclerc: 💔 alex_albon: 💔 lance_stroll: even me? 😢 fernandoalo_oficial: even you. lance_stroll: 💔

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fernandoalo_oficial: My best friend is 5! Thank you for letting me be your father. I love you to the moon and back! ❤️

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kimimatiasraikkonen: great to see he loves my gift! 😉

yourusername: he adores it! Its name is K, because of you. kimimatiasraikkonen: amazing! fernandoalo_oficial: still hating you, Kimi. kimimatiasraikkonen: amazing!

username5: A rabbit! Would've never imagined it was a rabbit!

username9: awww so cute! Both are so cute. Matias and K! Congratulations!

username12: I wonder what other things he received as gifts from the grid!

charles_leclerc: that rabbit ate my apple!

yourusername: Kimi told you that he loves apple. Not its fault but yours. charles_leclerc: 💔🍎

landonorris: missing the little Alonso... I mean, I don't miss his dad, but him. He's a cutie pie!

fernandoalo_oficial: 😑

yourusername: he loves you very much, my love!

fernandoalo_oficial: love you, too, nena! yourusername: love you, guapetón! fernandoalo_oficial: I love you more, mi hermosa! yourusername: No, I love you more, Don Fernando! fernandoalo_oficial: no way! I love you more, mi sexy angelita! yourusername: no, I love you more, my sugar! carlossainz55: Omg! We understood! You love each other a lot! STOP! fernandoalo_oficial: Never! yourusername: Never! landonorris: get a room! MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES!😭

#fernando alonso #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #aston martin f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #fernando alonso x reader

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Cat reader headcanons - TF141/König*Reader

my cat café AU hcs makes me wonder what will happens if reader is cat and TF141&König is your owner.

I love cats.

Price

• use snacks as a reward or enticement to you

• buys a lot of cat apparel and clothes, if you let him put those on you you can get extra snacks 

• knows which spot you like to be pet/scratch the most

• talks to you with that low and alluring tone, bait you to come near him, and you won’t be let go by him for the next few hours

• loves to whisper pet names to you whenever he gets the chance, if you bump your head gently at him, he will laugh and hug you into his arms

• no matter whether you sleep with him in human form or cat form, you need to tell him if you need to go to the toilet during the night, or he will drag you back into his arms even if he’s still half in dreams

Soap

• makes “pss pss” noises to call you

• you will have 100+ nicknames named by him, and some of them are long as hell, but he will write them down

• can’t help but take pictures every second he’s with you, and forces others to see them and ramble about how cute you are all day

• you sit on his table when he’s sketching (even if you don’t want to he will beg you to), watching him draw the 1000th sketches of you (including your cat form and human form)

• if you sleep with him in cat form, he will put you on his chest; if you sleep with him in human form, tucks your head close to his chest too, he just loves to have his most important person (cat?) stays near to his heart

Gaz

• can’t reject you if you look at him with bright eyes and demanding for snacks

• searching what trending among cat owners every day, glad that he’s wealthy because he will buy everything he thinks will be good for you

• his social media used to be his selfies or life recordings, after he adopted you, it’s flooded with your photos

• gets a locket necklace with your name and photos, wears it 24/7 (and it’s more convenient for him to show you off too, like “Hey this is my honey” and opens the locket)

• you are his best cheerer when he's gaming, grabs you and kisses you when he wins

• he falls asleep fast, but he likes to knead your cat beans (paws) and caress your belly first, he sleeps peacefully because he knows when he wakes up, he will see you turn into human form and squeeze your cheeks near his

Ghost

• if he’s chilling on the sofa, he will snatch you into his lap, and stroke you absentmindedly while watching TV

• unaware of himself is covered by your fur from head to toe until someone points out

• has a photo of you in his wallet so he can see you whenever he misses you

• use your fluffy cat belly as a sleep mask when he’s napping

• On those nights he can’t sleep, he will tell you stories or what he's thinking while you respond with meows or purrs, when he feels better and starts feeling sleepy, he will tell you to turn into human form so he can big spoon you

König

• unsure of how to take care of a cat first, so when he found out that you can shift into human form, he heaved a sigh of relief because you are able to tell him what you need

• goes to the pet shop, stares at the shelf full of toys and clothes, imagining which will fit you the most, and eventually buys all of them because he’s unable to choose the best one

• buries his face into your fur and inhales deeply, this is how he relief his stress

• will put away knives or sharp objects because he doesn’t want you to get hurt when you’re running in the house

• likes to sleep with you, but he prefers you sleep with him in human form because he’s afraid that he will crush you accidentally. If you sleep with him in cat form, he will put a cat bed beside his pillow; if you sleep in human form, he will inhale your scent as a sleep remedy.

#price x reader #price x you #soap x reader #soap x you #gaz x reader #gaz x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #cod imagine #cod x reader #gender neutral reader

[spacecowboyhotch]

The Bee and the Bear, Chapter 3: Like a Bear to a Hive

summary: carmy cooks Bee dinner.

pairing: carmy berzatto x f!reader (Bee)

contents: 18+/NSFW/heavy content/eventual smut, mention of suicide/mental illness, grief, longing, pining, angst, friends to strangersish to lovers, food and alcohol mention

wc: 2.7k

an: god i love these two so badddddd. i love their tenderness despite the awkwardness…i love how palpable how much they mean to the other is. PS this isn’t beta’d so if you see something insanely fucked pls let me know! PSS totto’s market is real and located in chicago…highly recommend it!

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< | chapter 2: Back in the Beef

You can’t figure out what to wear. You’ve been back and forth, digging through your suitcase like a madwoman and standing in front of the mirror in your childhood room. This crisis is silly, it shouldn’t even be a crisis. Carmy has seen you in more than 80% of your wardrobe. Sure, you’ve gotten clothing for work, some racier things from your bar crawl days in undergrad. You’d brought neither of those categories with you– jeans and sweaters, a polished suit suit for Mikey’s funeral.

But, how do you dress for hanging out with Carmen Berzatto for the first time since you were just a teenager?

The answer is a paradox because its unclearly clear. This isn’t a special occasion and it is decidedly not a date. You’re a faithful woman, one who’s trying so desperately to protect your heart while simultaneously letting yourself have this. It feels pathetic to think about how long you’ve been waiting for a moment like this.

There was a time where missing Carmy completely consumed you. This is your way of letting yourself heal, or maybe it’s just going to make that feeling resurface when you inevitably go back home and history repeats itself. Your thoughts start to grow, mind swirling with doubt when your phone begins to buzz where its sat on your bedside table.

A picture of you and Kyle pops up on the display, his contact name a simple blue heart.

You answer it quietly, “Hello?”

“Hi, honey.”

“Hey,” You breathe, falling back into bed, giving yourself a reprieve from staring at every piece of clothing you’d packed.

“You sound tense,” And while he’s bringing it up, there’s no true concern that you can detect in his voice.

“No, not tense at all, just—pretty tired.”

It isn’t a complete lie. Despite feeling wired and on edge about seeing Carmy, there’s a heaviness to your limbs– fatigue from the last few days.

“Oh, are you heading to bed soon?”

You take in a shaky breath. Outright lying to him isn’t an option, you’re a good partner— a faithful partner, so you’ll just be honest. You close your eyes, struggling to keep your voice nonchalant, “Actually I’m getting dinner– well Carmy’s making dinner.”

Silence stretches between the two of you and you open your mouth to say something, anything but Kyle beats you to it.

“First time you’re seeing him since you moved out here, yeah?” He asks quietly. There’s a stillness in his tone that sends a chill down your spine.

“Yeah, it’ll be good to catch up with him. See what’s changed since we were babies.”

“And you still trust him? I mean its been–”

“He’s one of my best friends, Kyle,” You say quickly, before he can voice any of his opinions on Carmy or any of your other friends from home.

He doesn’t understand your bond with Nat or Carmy or Richie— hardly understood why you felt so compelled to come home from Mikey’s funeral when you hadn’t seen him in years. Kyle has no friends from his childhood, it’s just him and the steady, sterile climb into corporate America, full of empty smiles and cold happy hours. He doesn’t understand the warmth that ties you all together no matter how far you go, like the roots of a tree.

“One of your best friends? That you haven’t seen since before you could order your own glass of bourbon?” He challenges, chuckling under his breath.

“He means a lot to me. You know that.”

“How could I forget.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “Please, Kyle, it's not like that. It's never been like that. We’re platonic. I know it's weird for you but just– it's nice. To have him back after all these years. After losing Mikey.”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I know how much that little group of friends means to you even if they all have a weird way of showing it.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know when I make it home?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your conversation with Kyle feels like a cold shower. You’d just lied to him and now you’re second guessing everything. Should you really be doing this? Would this just be torture? Is having him in this way worse than not having him at all? Things with Carmy had never been voluntarily platonic.

Your phone buzzes and you think that its a text from Kyle– an overprotective “be careful” or “are you sure?”. To your surprise, its Carmy. Was he canceling? Why did that make your heart ache when you were just rethinking this yourself.

Bear 🤎: Looking forward to tonight. 8 still ok?

You stare at the text for several seconds, unaware of the soft smile that spreads across your face. He still has a contact photo– the two of you together for the last time before going off sitting outside the Adler Planetarium listening to the lakeside waves. Sugar had taken the photo while Mikey and Richie shadow boxed in the parking lot like a couple idiots.

Another text rolls in, pulling you from that memory.

Bear 🤎: We could do it sooner if you get tired early.

You: 8’s good, I still have to get wine.

Bear: See you soon.

You: Soon.

For a moment, you wish that you and Carmy were having lunch– you could take a walk down the Chicago streets, the wind whipping at your cheeks and clearing your head. But it’s nearly 7 and that wouldn’t be the safest thing to do. Finally you dress, settling on jeans and a chunky knit sweater that’s your favorite color. You bid your parents goodbye, ignoring their strangely wide smiles at the mention of Carmy and head for their car. Your favorite little store, Totto’s Market is just around the corner and you park the car and pop inside, needing to get in and out since your forgoed paying the meter.

Wine is an easy pick, one of your favorite whites that’s on the sweeter side. Dessert proves to be a challenge— Totto’s always has an assortment of killer pastries, flavorful ice cream and unique delicacies. You decide to play it safe with something you know Carmy will love: a orange and pistachio scone. He appreciates the brightness of citrusy paired with the earthy, salty pistachio, not to mention the buttery, crumbly scone. You’re out in less than 10 minutes and head towards Carmy’s.

When you pull up to his apartment building you do pay the parking meter, the hopeful part of you paying for a few hours. It could be something quick, dinner could be done and plated, awkward and over in no time. But you hope that that spark is still there, that he’s missed you just as much as you missed him.

He appears at the door pulling you out of your thoughts. He’s in a white t-shirt as always, but this one looks pristine with no wrinkles and is tucked into a brown pair of dickies instead of his usual messy jeans. He smiles bright, his eyes crystal blue, “Hey, c’mon in.”

“Yeah, sure,” You say awkwardly, following him inside.

“Whatcha got here? Lemme see,” He says, taking the bag from you once the two of you make it into the kitchen– you hope he doesn’t notice how slick your hands are, how they stuck slightly to the handles of the paper bag.His grin widens as he pulls out the bottle of wine you got, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah? You’re not just humoring me.”

“I’m not, it’s a great pair with dinner. Sit,” He points to one of the bar stools tucked under the counter and you do, hoisting yourself up.

“What’s this?” He holds up the pastry bag, before opening it and inhaling. “Whoa.”

“Orange and pistachio scones. I didn’t know what you were making so I thought I’d go light for dessert.”

He gives you a nod of approval and sets down the bag, bending down to get a pot from the lower cabinets.

“I get to watch, hmm?” You ask, surprised but excited.

You hadn’t anticipated that he’d start cooking after you got there. Sure, he’d asked you to hang out but since then you’ve been wondering— is he doing this out of guilt? Out of pity? It had you thinking that he’d want to spend a limited amount of time with you, even with his enthusiasm. Your brain cycles through that back and forth, basking in his eagerness and questioning it many times in the span of minutes. But now you’re here. Now he’s cooking for you and those voices are a little softer in your head, overwhelmed by Carmy.

He shrugs, shifting awkwardly, “Thought I’d do it this way, for old time sake.”

“For old time sake,” You repeat quietly, watching as he starts to putter around the kitchen.

He heads for the fridge first, grabbing a couple wine glasses out of his freezer and pouring you both a glass before he gets started on prep. There’s soft music playing that you finally notice as you settle in, the gentle picking of guitar, accompanied by a piano melody.

“Actually…you still remember how to dice?” He teases, glancing over his shoulder at you, as he opens a container of eggs.

“Taught by the best,” You hop up, bringing your glass of wine with you as you join him at the prep station.

He looks smug for a moment before his brows knit together, “Wait— didn’t Mikey teach you how to dice?”

“I did say the best.”

He tries to look put out with you but the edges of his mouth twitch begging to smile. He nudges your shoulder, “Bull.”

“I think Mikey would disagree.”

“‘Course he would.” He’s quiet for a moment, squinting over at you, formulating his next words, “Where were you— when you?”

You take in a deep breath, shoulders dropping lower than before upon your exhale, “Uh, at work actually. Showing a new client around the gallery.”

“Sugar?”

“Richie. Sugar was…well she was telling you I’d imagining. Or falling apart. Both probably.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you slip into a comfortable silence, working at your respective stations. You glance over at him a few times, wondering if you should say what’s on your mind or leave it be.

“Say it.”

“Huh?” You finish chopping, looking up from the cutting board.”

“Whatever’s on your mind. You can say it.”

Incredible how after all this time apart, he can still read you like an open book. You shouldn’t be surprised since you can do the same to him…but what you’ve felt for him has always been different than what he felt for you. Right?

You sigh, shrugging a bit as you gather the onions you’ve successfully diced up in a pile, “Oh, uh, I was just…I realized I hadn’t said I’m sorry. About Mikey, I mean.”

He’s quiet for a moment, though his hands don’t stop working until he looks over at you, “Me too. For you. For all of us.”

“He’s your brother, Carm, you don’t have to extend me sympathy.”

“He meant a lot to you, too.”

You nod, staying quiet; there’s no use in arguing with that logic. He thanks you for dicing and tells you to go get comfortable on the couch while he finishes the rest. You protest insisting there's more you can do to help, but he gives you a no nonsense look pointing to the couch. You hold up your hands in surrender, grabbing your wine glass before taking a seat. From here you can still see him from the waist up and you watch him move around the kitchen. His quick, graceful way makes you realize that you would have just been in his way, slowing him down. As time passes his apartment fills with the scent of herbs, spicy chilis, aromatic tomatoes, and toasty bread.

Dinner is ready in no time at all– he isn’t an award winning chef for nothing– and you return to the counter when he plates the food at the bar. The two of you take turns talking, him first about the special changes he’s made to Mikey’s family spaghetti recipe, you about how well the gallery is flourishing, how its taking up too much of your time and that you haven’t gotten to create as much as you wanted in the coming months.

Your stomach is overtly full by the time you take the last bite, and you wipe the corner of your mouth with a napkin as you say, “I owe you for this, this was incredible.”

Carmy shrugs it off, “You’ve had this a million times.”

“Not from your hands. Not like this, all those tweaks you made shine through.”

It’s impossible to deny the flush that stains his cheeks but you do anyway, sparing your heart. “My hands aren’t special.”

You knock his shoulder with your own, tone teasing as you say, “Sure they are, they’re attached to you aren’t they?”

Carmy finds himself speechless, unable to do anything but stare at you in a mixture of shock and bashfulness. That soft pink blush deepens, and the plain evidence of your effect on him has your heart skipping.

You clear your throat, looking away from his gaze to fiddle with your fork, “I actually have something for you, give you an excuse to see me one more time.”

“I don’t need an excuse to see you.”

“Carmy,” You say knowingly and he dips his head a little in defeat.

“That’s the past. It shouldn’t have happened and– I’m sorry. Y’know, I’m sorry.”

Your gaze softens, and you reach out to squeeze his shoulder soothingly for a moment, “Don’t—like you said it's the past. I need to call in a favor so give me two days? Friday night?”

He melts under your touch, looking over at you with a soft smile, “Friday night.

“I’ll pick you up,” You offer.

“That much of a surprise, huh?”

“We can’t all cook the surprise, sometimes location is all a girl can have.”

“You’ve got more than that. Way more than that.”

“Oh really?” You roll your eyes playfully before meeting his gaze— its heart stopping. Sobering.

His eyes pierce into you, down to the softest part of your heart, the part only ever reserved for him. “Yeah,” He breathes roughly.

When had you gotten so close to him? You can smell his scent, worn leather and cigarettes, a hint of some citrusy cologne that he dabs behind his ears and the slope of his neck. His eyes are impossible to escape, a deep clear blue full intricacies you can’t look away from. Carmy’s just as entranced as you, drawn to you like a bear is to sweet honey. His thumb brushes your own, and you shiver, a soft jagged breath leaving you at his warm touch.

The spell is broken by the shrill of your phone, a telltale ringtone that has guilt blooming in your chest immediately. It’s Kyle.

Both of you lean away from each other quickly and you reach for your bag on the counter, fishing out your phone. “Sorry, it’s Kyle,” You glance at Carmy nervously, holding up your phone awkwardly before you answer.

He sees the heart by Kyle’s name and his own sinks into his stomach, “No, no, you’re good. All good.”

Carmy’s head feels as if it's about to burst, swirling a million miles a minute though he looks no different on the outside. Kyle? Who the fuck was Kyle? He was this out of the loop, had put so much space between the two of you that he doesn’t even know that you’re seeing someone? How long have you been together? Did you live with him? Did you…love him? Want to spend your life with him? Why would Sugar set him up like this— set you up like this, if you had someone?

He listens to you talk, the light that has been shining in his eyes from the moment you stepped into his apartment dimming with each word he hears you speak.

“Hey, honey. No, no, I’m just about to leave. Well, he didn’t start until I got here. Yes, I’ll call you when I’m home. I will. Love you too. Ok, bye.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, he just gets worried about me.”

“I’d worry about you too.” After a beat he murmurs, “I do.”

“I worry about you too,” You whisper shyly.

“Nothing to worry about here, Bee,” He struggles to keep his tone nonchalant.

The strain in his voice has you looking up at him. His eyes are cloudy, sad. He’s trying to keep it together as always and the sight has your will crumbling. You lean closer again, raising your hand to cup his cheek so that he has to meet your eye.

“You don’t have to pretend, Carmen. You know that, right?”

He swallows loudly, unable to hold your eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time. Nodding he places his hand over yours, rubbing it gently, “I know. But it’s easier that way. For all of us.”

Before you can formulate response he gives your hand one last squeeze and rises to his feet. “I’ll pack up some leftovers for you.”

And just like that, the moment is gone. That little glimpse of your Carmy is overshadowed by the one he’s become.

| > chapter 4: Like a Bee to Nectar

18+ carmy taglist: @treefingers , @mrsdominickstark, @princess-of-fanfics, @whore-for-murdock, @xxxstormyninixxx, @dreamingwithlens, @thecraziestcrayon, @jam1esl0v4, @lilylovelyxo, @jadeittic, @jotarokuj0, @bunnysthngs, @gcidrvsh, @mistalli, @luvr-bunnyy, @s3xymoonman, @cosmicspacewitch, @khena, @r0s3mm, @recklessgiraffelife, @i-am-typing, @salinaiacono6

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#carmy berzatto x fem!reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fic #carmy berzatto angst #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear fanfiction #the bee and the bear #arson writes the bear #not sfw

[flamingtouya]

𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢/𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

word count: 1262

cw: none other than dabi's foul language

summary: dabi encounters a cat. i continue to spoon-feed this man happiness. based on this prompt by the lovely @scarlettcryptid ♡

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Clicking his tongue, saying - whispering - “Here, stupid fucking kitty”, because god forbid someone hears. Slowly putting his hand out, some more ‘Pss-pss’-ing - anything that had worked on the neighbours’ cats when Fuyumi did it.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

The concrete is cold underneath his palm. Dabi welcomes April’s spring breeze, a strand of jet black hair tickling his cheek as he pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter. The dewy scent of the morning air is overtaken by the intense smell of steaming hot Yakitori, fresh off the grill, bought - not stolen - bought with his own, hard-earned cash money. (That, admittedly, he had stolen.)

You’ve got to indulge, the vendor had shouted, in the little pleasures! Treat yourself to life's delectable delights! Two plus two, Weekday special! Don’t miss out on-

“Screw you,” he’d told her, shoving the money on the little silver tray next to the register, scowling when she still served him with a bright smile, one that reminded him of Fuyumi’s excited grin every time she’d successfully pulled off a trick on her beautifully painted Kendama. Fuyumi would be so upset, he thinks, if she knew where he gets his food from these days.

He pulls the first skewer from the paper box, diligently inspecting a grain of Szechuan pepper. Dabi hasn’t laid eyes upon a spice in months - especially not one this pricey.

No, ever since he’s made a temporary home in the outer area of the city, it’s been nothing but dumpster diving and collecting restaurant leftovers for him. Stale bread. Expired cookies. Plain rice, cooked in an old bean can. Salted butter. Some Chili powder on top of his potatoes, if the old man at the soup kitchen was feeling generous.

Compared to the barely digestible nutrients his body runs on, the sight mere inches from his face is a divine gift.

After turning it over once more he finally takes a small bite, careful to pull the piece of chicken off the skewer with his front teeth. He’s become even more sensitive to temperature lately, and his teeth are the most annoying aspect. Not the sizzling of his flesh when he overuses his quirk, not the burn behind his eyes as they go dry. Those he’s gotten used to rather quickly. But when most of the food you eat is either cold or poorly reheated, the sensation of something hot is bound to cause major discomfort.

It’s not as bad as he expects. Neither the temperature sensitivity nor the taste. He begins to chew more boldly, savouring the harmonious balance between onion and garlic, sea salt and pepper, topped with tare sauce and just a hint of lemon. Say about the outskirt markets what you will, but those street food vendors do know how to grill a chicken.

Dabi doesn’t notice how quiet it’s gotten until something chirps behind him.

A cat.

A rather well-fed cat.

A cat that technically isn’t overweight, but its thick fur coat still makes it look a little fat.

Black with a white tummy and some spots of orange near its paws, sitting two arms’ lengths away. Its eyes follow the skewer as he moves it to one side, then the other, then dangles it upside down. Some grease drips onto the grass of the porch he’s sitting on. He finishes the remaining pieces of chicken and pulls out the second skewer, eyes shifting between his precious meal and the overly attentive cat.

Finally, he decides to pinch off a small piece, chewing at the spiced crust until it’s gone. He tosses the plain chicken towards the cat but to his surprise, it flinches and retreats behind a large flower pot.

The little fucker.

Wasted half a bite of perfectly good food.

Dabi turns his attention back towards his steaming Yakitori. Some time passes. He doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes that he zones out looking at the flowering apricot tree in the distance, but he’s pulled back to reality by soft chewing noises. Careful not to make another sudden movement he shifts a bit, just enough to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, the feline is greedily nibbling at the slice of meat. The two of them make brief eye contact before turning their attention back to their respective meals.

The sound behind him subsides shortly after and is replaced by a soft purring, one that he knows isn’t directed at him. He lets the cat have another piece from his third skewer nonetheless, this time giving it a gentle toss so it lands a few inches closer.

Still visibly tense, it takes a few steps forward and sniffs at the chicken before gulping it down in a few bites. Greedy shit, Dabi thinks, as he sacrifices yet another precious piece. He puts it down at his side, rubbing his fingers together. The cat’s attention is on the meat immediately, ears twitching as it courageously inches closer towards Dabi. He finishes the last of his Yakitori, never breaking eye contact with the cowardly little furball next to him.

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Clicking his tongue, saying - whispering - “Here, stupid fucking kitty”, because god forbid someone hears. Slowly putting his hand out, some more ‘Pss-pss’-ing - anything that had worked on the neighbours’ cats when Fuyumi did it.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

After a thorough standoff, the cat’s curiosity gets the better of it. It keeps its stomach low as it sneaks across the ground, stretching its long neck to sniff at the finger that Dabi used to pull the Yakitori off the skewer earlier.

“If you bite me, I’m sending you to the coat factory.”

As if that theory was being tested, Dabi feels a sudden nip at his fingers. Cursing, he pulls back slightly, only to see the mischievous fucker’s pupils go wider. He wipes the bits of chicken grease off in the dewy grass and offers his palm again, checking both sides of the street to make sure nobody’s looking.

As if to taunt him, the little furball pounces and takes a swipe at Dabi’s hand before he can turn his attention back to the porch. It chatters in surprise when the man pulls away just in time.

Fucker, as Dabi decides to dub this newfound enemy of his, darts toward his other hand where he’s drawing lazy patterns on the concrete. With its claws half out and its tail puffed up, it races toward the wall, around the flower pot and jumps back onto the lawn to take another playful swing at Dabi’s limbs. Minutes later, he’s got the little menace chasing his fingers in circles, losing balance here and there and rolling over ever so often.

He’s focused, eagerly following the cat’s every move, trying to predict its attacks by the flick of its tail, an ear twitch, pupils that narrow ever so slightly before it leaps forward.

He’ll never admit it. That for once, there’s a sudden lack of grief in his heart.

Only when the first ray of sunshine hits the outer edge of the garden does he let himself fall backwards. The cat is but a purring weight on his thigh, stretching its paws across his lap with the softest ‘Meow’. Eyes closed and arms stretched out, he inhales slowly and holds his breath until he feels his pulse slow down. Dabi doesn’t care that his hair is getting a little wet, doesn’t care that the grass tickling his ears stings a little, doesn’t care that he’ll probably have red marks on his hands for a while.

If he shuts his eyes hard enough, he might still be able to convince himself that Touya is dead.

#the strength it took me to not turn this into a 5k word dabi x reader could move mountains. #dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #bnha #bnha fluff #dabi x reader #< u cant blame me. this tag is what gets the clicks going and im a sucker for validation #touya x reader #dabi x you #almighty brainfarts it is currently 00:29. good night <3 #edgelord #my writing #x

[radicaldadood]

Rise drabble y'all yep yep featuring urs truly foot!Leo <3 Forgive me it shouldn't be this long- A drabble ain't even a drabble anymore- Edit: pss I drew this drabble

You wiped the blood on your lips, keeping your eyes narrowed at the man you once knew.

"C'mon (Y/n), we don't have to keep doing this. Just surrender yourself to us. To me. Simple as that and we won't have to fight each other anymore." His husky voice rings in your ear.

Again. As if this will be the last before you yield.

This is amusing to him. The chasing, the game between cat and mouse. He catches you and you fight back. Then he let you escape on purpose. Everytime. Then it repeats like a routine for the both of you.

You know. He knows you know because that's why he allows you to escape. That shit eating grin he often wears to pissed you off on purpose.

How did it get to this?

New York falling apart. Almost every inch of the cities there is no place where the Shredder doesn't own.

People feared for their lives day and night. Unable to risk themselves to go out to look for supplies.

That is your duty. Looking for supplies for the others before curfew. And everytime he always seems to get in your way.

How did he turn out like this?

You remember laughing with him. Pulling jokes together. Playing video games together. Having midnight snacks together because you guys would suffer insomnia almost every night.

He was always so cheerful. So loving. Loyal and caring. He was the face of the team. A leader. A friend. A brother. A son.

What had happened to that Leo?

What gave him away?

What did he miss?

What did he lose?

Thunder cracked upon the sky, snapping you back to reality. You hardened your grips on your sword as you stood your ground.

On the wrong time, your mind decided to occupy you once more by torturing you with stupid flashbacks. You eventually fall for the blue clad throughout the years knowing him and the guys. You two were the closest friends. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You were inseparable. But you decided to bury your feelings deep down, afraid you would ruin your friendship.

You cringed at the thought. You liked- no- loved Leo.

But this isn't Leo.

Leo is no more.

Replaced by this…monster.

Poisoned by another monster. A monster that is much worse than him.

The rain drops reminded you again of the present. The turtle in front of you has been patient with you all evening. You're quite lucky to find out that he hadn't lost his patience after he turned his back on his family. Which means there is still part of Leo left in him. And it pains you deeply.

He pulled a grin, tilting his head while raising his hand and gestured to you to make your last call. It's always like this. He would ask you the first time for you to surrender and you would decline. He'd ask again and you'd give him the same answer. The third same request will be his last warning and you guys would spar after you gave him your final answer.

And tonight as always, you still refuse to give him what he want.

He shrugged, raising his shoulders before cracking his neck and gave his sword a couple of warm up swings.

You stood your ground, waiting for him to give you his special attack like he always does. He didn't take off his smile before speeding himself towards you. You let out the breath you've been holding, embracing yourself for the impact as he charge at you.

Masterlist

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt foot!leo #foot!leo #rottmnt fic #tmnt fic #rottmnt imagine #tmnt imagine #rottmnt leo #tmnt leo #save rottmnt #drabble #tmnt drabble #rottmnt drabble #RFL series

[ghostiegirl56]

Twisted x Obey Me 2.0

Welcome to the wtf-people-actually-liked-this-guess-I-should-make-it-a-full-fic-or-until-Malleus-goes-beast-mode fan fic.

Realising now I don't actually have a name for this.

ps: added Karasu but confession I need to go back and re-read some of the works containing him... so sorry if he isn't characterised correctly rn I'll fix it in upcoming chapters.

pss: also I know Karasu is technically the programmer but I will make him the little guy in the screen. So, sorry I'm not going to give karasu a physical body he can keep being a handsome man in the screen. He's too powerful if I give him a body to do stuff.

Masterlist prologue

"*sigh* another long day at school huh, Grim" collapsing down into the crinkled blankets strewn about the worn bed letting it consume you in its warmth, the memories of today slowly fade as you wait for your furry companions response.

"Grim?" turning your head with a flop only to find the glow of his ears seems to be missing as the room has lost it's only lamp. This would be cause for concern if Trey hadn't arrived at Ramshackle earlier to deliver an uneaten tart.

"You just missed him, he left earlier dear" as the soft voice carried from the bedside table only to find the D.D.D it comes from was flipped screen down. Karasu had been silenced... at least Grim attempted to but D.D.Ds have cameras on both sides. So it's only annoying because now you have to crawl across the bed to flip Karasu over on the bedside table. Now angling him up on his phone stand admiring his large feathered wings. They always made teasing him a treat, puffing up whenever it embarrassed him only for him to pretend it never happened.

"And you couldn't stop him from eating our dessert."

"Your dessert" Karasu stated as if your precious dessert wasn't an important matter. To him it probably wasn't, he couldn't eat it and throwing tarts against the D.D.D's screen probably wasn't good for him either. Idia would probably have a field day telling you off for your ignorance.

"But we have a more pressing matter Mc *sigh* you have a message"

"what's so bad about tha-"

"from the Devildom" his voice trailed off as if this could every be a bad thing. How could it be it's what you've been waiting for, for months. Day in day out, missing the friends you made though all your struggles yet he thinks this could ever be a bad thing to hear from them at least one more time.

But maybe that's it, maybe it's just pretending to be from the Devildom and Karasu doesn't want you to get your hopes up. But then would he lead with that? He knows how tired you are of people leading you by the nose. He's been there with you the whole time.

"So.." unable to steady your voice as you slowly place Karasu in your hands.

"is, is it real?" he refuses to answer and instead looks away now staring down at the Devildom's chat app and its notification bubble. 1

A singular message.

??? : Do you know the individuals in this picture?

Hope this satisfies everyone who was waiting for this. Have a good night.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #twisted wonderland #obey me mc #obey me x twisted wonderland #twisted x obey me #twst yuu #twst grim #my oc: karasu

[thiswasneverthat]

stray kids as your ex-boyfriend

Genre: Angst, smut

Ps. Just feeling kinda angsty (and a tad bit horny) for no apparent reason so yeah! 

Pss. It’s only the first part. The second part is for maknae line.

Part II. 

Chan

The guy you’ve dated since high school.

He brought you home to meet his parents when you've only been dating for 2 months.

His favorite place for a date is either his apartment or yours.

After 3 years of dating, the relationship ended because of his super busy schedule.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you so much. You deserve better.” Cliché.

Still hasn’t changed your contact name on his phone. It’s the tiny black heart emoji.

Drunk-text you one night. “Please come home soon and suck me off. Please.”

Girls are lining up to get into his pantsㅡ yet he’s still jerking off to the thoughts of you.

Still logged in to your Netflix account. Pfft.

“Why are you still using my Netflix?”

“Why haven’t you changed your password?”

Minho

He was a senior in college. You both met at a mutual friend’s birthday party.

He decided he wanted you the moment he set his eyes on you.

Your relationship with him only lasted for a few months.

What do you expect from an ass like him, honestly?

Thinking with his dick, almost all the time.

“You know.. I accidentally slept with a girl from your class last night. I think we better end this.”

Yet every time he saw you at the college, he’ll pull you to a deserted hallway and started kissing your neck.

And you let him do that, even a few months after the break-up. Sighs.

“You want to crash at my place tonight?”

You just can’t resist him cause he’s second to none in bed, fucking you dumb every single time.

Friends to lovers to friends-with-benefit kind of relationship.

Changbin

There’s nothing you regret more than breaking his heart.

“I swear to God, we’re better off as friends.”

It was a blatant lie though. You still haven’t fully moved on from your ex.

He treated you like a princess; drive you home off after classes, take you to beautiful places for your dates, and spoil you rotten with his money.

His friends told you that he wrote a song for you after the break-up.

He’s really all muscles outside, but such a big softie inside.

Avoiding any sort of eye contact with you cause it makes his dick twitch. He can’t really help it.

There’s this one memory of him that you still can’t forget.

On a rainy night, he has three fingersㅡ knuckles deep inside of your cunt when he told you that you are his first love.

You miss him all the time. Damn it.

Hyunjin

The popular guy in college, without a doubt.

He asked you out the second time you met. “What good will it bring to play pretend, right? You are so beautiful and I also really want to kiss you.”

Well, the man really breathes confidence.

Give you the code to his apartment. “So you can come over every night.” He said.

One day you went out of town for a family gathering and you came back sooner than he expected.

You went straight to his apartment from the airport to surprise him but oh, what a surprise.

You caught him sitting on the edge of the bed, half-naked, legs spread wide, and cock inside a girl's mouth.

He was mortified when he saw you standing by the door. Eyes ever so wide and mouth agape, yet his hands can't stop moving to guide the girl's head to take him deeper.

That's how the relationship ended, only after half a year.

“Believe me, she's been seducing me all this time.” He explained the next day he came to your apartment.

You cried. And told him to fuck off.

#skz imagines #skz headcanons #skz fanfiction #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #bang chan headcanons #bang chan imagines #lee know headcanons #lee know imagines #changbin headcanons #changbin imagines #hyunjin headcanons #hyunjin imagines #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #skz angst

[nordic-language-love]

I have a day off today, so I’m ducking in to tell y’all a little bit about how things are going!

I’ve taught my first classes! Most of them I’ve had another teacher assisting me, but yesterday I did my first solo class. It was... okay lol. One of the boys disengaged the moment I said I don’t speak Japanese so they have to speak English, and proceeded to yawn audibly through all activities and pretend to be asleep when spoken to (which I put on my lesson report form, so the regular teacher will hopefully tell him off haha).

On that note... Japanese kids really are like any other kids. Everyone said to me before I went, “ohhh I bet Japanese kids are so well-behaved and respectful!” I can assure you they are not lmao. Some are, others are little terrors.

I’ve had some really wholesome moments. The other day during one of the younger classes this one boy (~3 years old) was mostly a little terror, running around all the time and hiding in the corner. But then during story time he sat in my lap and directed me to hold him. Then later in the lesson he went and hid in the corner again, so I went over to him and asked if he was okay. And he just snuggled into me, so we spent the rest of the class like that.

So far 4-5 year-olds are my favourites to teach. You can be so fun and silly with them! Sure, they don’t want to sit down and do things, but I’ve found some useful hacks already (pro-tip: if you let them rub things off the whiteboard or draw a shape for answering questions correctly, they’ll suddenly be very, very attentive)

I enjoy this kind of teaching a LOT more than teaching on italki. The lesson prep I have to do is minimal and all time outside of teaching is my own, basically. Not to mention it’s much more active and I don’t spend my life hunched over a desk!

Speaking of free time, I spend most of it studying languages and it’s awesome!

My Japanese level is definitely improving. My speaking not so much, but my comprehension for sure. The kids do speak Japanese in class, both to each other (obviously) and to me, and I’m rapidly getting used to certain words and speech patterns.

I can also now more or less get through interactions at train stations and konbinis! I even managed to ask a police lady for directions the other day (go me being so panicked about being late for my train I didn’t even care that my Japanese was broken af. Literally like, if I don’t at least try to speak Japanese rn I’m going to miss my train and be late for my classes)

I’ve learned that despite being in the country, active studying is really important. I’ve not learned anything through pure osmosis; I’ve only learned through active studying and then having the immersion reinforce it. So yes, my level is improving because I’m in the country and surrounded by the language, but I have to put in the effort first.

Also, the general level of English in Japan is not high. I’ve been spoilt by travelling around Europe where I can usually find someone who speaks broken English well enough to help me if I’m stuck (or if not then I can communicate in broken French/German/Spanish), and coming to Japan and being lost at a train station and literally not being able to communicate is a HUGE motivation to get good at the language quick!

I LOVE Yamagata! There was a snowstorm the day after I moved in and I feel like I live in a winter wonderland. I can see the mountains almost everywhere I go in the city. It’s not a busy city, and every train ride makes me feel like I’m in a Studio Ghibli movie. I love it I love it I love it.

I also love the dialect here! It’s easy to understand and it’s kinda musical!

My personal supervisor (PS) is awesome and has been super helpful. I’m so grateful! A lot of people from my training course have said that their PSs haven’t given them much/any orientation, whereas mine helped me set up my internet and a Japanese bank account as well as went over my schedule with me and ensured I did at least a week of teaching with someone else in the classroom before I was on my own.

I’ve only met 3 of my colleagues, but they’re all nice. One of them lives in my block and we’ll teach together for two days next week. Another of them loves the snow and the cold as much as I do, and I think we’ll get on super well.

My flat is tiny. It’s basically one room! But it has loads of storage space and being as small as it is means it’s super easy to heat (which is fortunate, because it was -10ºC the other night).

The tap water tastes great! In Nagoya it tasted so fucking weird I couldn’t even drink it. But here it’s awesome.

I’m enjoying trying new things! I’m going through all the different candies/chocolate brands at konbinis and supermarkets and I’ve hardly had the same thing twice since I got here (including bento). This is super different to how I was in the UK, where I was stuck in a routine and knew what I liked and didn’t want to go out of my comfort zone.

So yeah, I went from crying and wondering if I’d made a huge mistake the first 2-3 days of being here to absolutely thriving less than a month later. I’m so happy right now, truly living my dream, finally able to flourish and grow in a way I always knew deep down I could.

#victoria's big japan adventure #and now to continue enjoying my weekend away from my laptop <3

[findingdrake]

The Common Romance

I finally landed in Melbourne, Australia. I have worked my ass off to get this dream job as a Software Engineer in this dream city. Getting the job wasn’t as difficult as getting the Visa. Even though my employer has sponsored me, the last formality for the visa is still pending. After landing in Oz, I have to attend an interview and get my visa stamped by the immigration officer. Pheww... "Keep calm, it’s the last step, and there are hardly any rejections at this step... Deep breaths...", keeping my composure, I head to my sister’s place, where I’ll stay for the initial days.

The next morning, I hurriedly collect my documents, and then take a cab to the Immigration office. As I walk across the Immigration Office my clumsy and anxious ass drops a document or my mobile or wallet every few steps.

Drake Walker, Immigration officer, I read the nameplate outside his office. I wait outside in the waiting lobby, impatiently making E-O-E-O faces. It’s been 2 hours, and my name has not been called. Everyone seems to have a prior appointment except me. Waiting... And waiting...

It’s lunchtime now. I know this because I see the immigration officer move out of his office, and yes, also there is a display board that says ‘Office will be closed for a lunch break between 12:30-1:30’. But mostly the immigration officer. I didn’t get a good look but he’s ruggedly handsome. Tall, I guess 6 feet and a good build. I follow him as if I was charmed. “Pss.. stop following the immigration officer you idiot!”, says my rational self. They win this time, but I am already in the canteen following him. I head to the vending machine while he is, well, I lost him. I look around as I get my snack pack. Obviously, he’s eating a salad. “Handsome men don’t eat like pigs and you”, says my critical self.

“How about we sit next to him? He’s eating alone”, says my swooned self.

“Have it occurred to you that maybe he wants to, not like he can’t get a company”, says Miss rational.

“I’ll sit next to him and bring up my visa appointment”, says my smart self. “And we can ogle at his handsomeness”, says Miss Swooned. So after a detailed discussion with myself, I decided to head to him with my snack pack and a water bottle. I hope he’s not done by now.

I am at his table and he’s busy looking at his phone. My tongue seems numb, but somehow I mutter, “I sit here!”. I wanted to make it a question, but it came out as an exclamation in broken English. He looks up. Those gorgeous eyes filled with depth and annoyance? He looks around, and he can see a few empty tables. “Covid protocol, can’t share tables”. “That’s not a covid protocol!”, my ego frowns as I take a seat at the next table.

“Ok! We have lost hope of a romantic relationship because of this pathetic and desperate start. Now, he’s the immigration officer, and you are the applicant. Try it that way”, came Miss Smart for rescue.

“I have an appointment for my 186 application with you. I need to get it stamped before I can join the office, so how long does it generally take”, I am suddenly more confident when I talk professionally, in a totally unprofessional and inappropriate setting.

At first, the handsome officer tries to ignore me and pretend that the question was not directed at him. But taking a quick look at my leaning posture, question mark face and constant stare, he sighs. “It can take 1-46 days.”

“His voice is so raspy and the accent…. Shut up slut!”, fight Miss swooned and Miss rationality.

“46 days?”, I was seriously concerned until I saw him give a sly smile.

“Emm... I can keep coming here for 46 days, no problem. Not like I have a job”, I smile confidently at him. I’m sure he can sense the cockiness in my voice.

“Should I wait the second half of today, Mr Walker?”, I dare to ask him, while this is going in my head, “Mr Walker, that sounds so sexy!”

He finished up, and I think early, because of my irritating presence. “I’m afraid we are all booked today and won’t be able to take any on-spot cases. You got your appointment right? You can come when you get a call”

“I’ll definitely cum when I get your call”, I blurt out.

“I won’t be calling you, my office will”, he said with a straight face.

“Why don’t you just jump into his arms, that will be more desperate and embarrassing”, he leaves with his salad plate while I’m being slut shamed by myself.

…………………………………………………………………………

“Come in!”, Drake tries to stifle a giggle and keep a straight face as he calls in the next applicant. A few routine questions before he stamps the Chinese family’s Visa.

“Come in!” he calls in the next applicant. “Fuck that idiot tiny woman! She ruined come in for me.”, Drake frowns, thinking to himself and the Pakistani applicant gets nervous. “Is anything wrong Sir?”, asked Ahmed. “No, Mr Khan, your papers seem just right. Welcome to Australia”. Drake goes about stamping his Visa.

“Next!”, Drake sighs tiredly as he calls the next applicant. 4 more hours of this before he glides towards his car.

…………………………………………………………………………

He likes taking the scenic route home. It’s long but has no traffic, it does remind him of a far land he once called home. This is a bittersweet path because Home is the beautiful memories, but home is also the pain and the betrayals. Some days, he can’t brace the memories, and either take a sharp u-turn to a different route or speed past this one. Today, was not such a day. Today he tried to distract himself. His hand reaches toward the car radio, but who is he kidding. Australian music doesn’t excite him like the Cordonian classics. It has been almost 2 years in Aussieland, but he still hasn't completely adapted. “Huh.. hmm. Hmm.. hmm..”, he tries to hum, but he knows he can’t do it. He’s clicking his fingers on the steering wheel. “Today was fine, that Syrian family totally deserves to move here. That’s what the humanitarian Visa is for. I’ll speak to Kyle to escalate the process tomorrow.”, he tries to think about something interesting in his day. “What else... the British journalist and that tiny lady can wait a few more days. The tiny lady, she was utterly annoying.”, he involuntarily chuckles at her naiveness. Then he freezes for a second. He clearly remembers how Naive Riley was. That’s exactly how she used to look at him, at Liam. He sharply crams the accelerator and speeds home, to his kids.

#the royal romance #drake walker #trr #drake trr #drake x mc #choices fanfiction #choices drake #choices trr #trr fanfic #the royal romance fanfiction #the royal romance fic #the royal romance au #the royal romance fanfic #drake walker fanfiction #trr drake walker #drake walker fanfic #team drake #drake #drake x oc #drake x riley #liam x mc x drake #liam x riley #oc rp #melbourne #australia

[nityarawal]

Mom & Dad- 

I made it to Chula Vista with my gf Melody Gray.

We had to rescue her from her violent boy toy on Thursday.

My Camp bro agreed to move her! He picked her up from Daniel's where she was renting a home in Anza to Scott Clarke's! ):

Scott I'd a 40+ year ex-con I'm militia. He went through our things and attempted to steal many valuables. He's a partner of Dennis Sketchly (Nelson-Campbells!)

Melody is trying to file a RO against her mom Darlene from Idyllwild Health Center.

Darlene slandered her and I to hide sexual assaults and child abuse on my case and from her boytoy. He bullied Darlene to attempt a RO! ):

Melody says he raped her before she was of age.

I'm worried of his motivations with mulatto 15yo granddaughter! She's sending her mom coded messages on tiktok.

Dr. Cash wanted me to use a naturopath asap for my detox!

Grateful for Melody! 

Melody also called to tell me about her nurse mother's hippa violations on my case & will provide screenshots for court.

Her mom, nurse Darlene not only slandered her- she smeared me to her daughter- in writing- and lied on behalf of Queresheri office at Idyllwild Health; Dr. Natalya; receptionist Nikki; it is iehp insurance fraud with Riverside county like so much foul play on my case! It's not enough that Dr. Keane was fired for being a gay discrimination bigot to mothers in Palm Springs! Elephant in room is Dr. Singh & Dr. Anderson trying to kill me for x's attys & more pranks that are stipulated to be attempted murders in false name of probate law!

We have a doubt about Dr. Sunil Rawal under circumstances and need to prosecute before militia take matters into own hands- as they've threatened, shown, and promised to do!

Prudent kind thing would be to deport him back to UK for ww3 Defamation Trial and return all with apologies & damages at once! Reunite me with my rightful children and parents in all our homes! 

My Encinitas Desert Naturopath Dr. Heather is unavailable until November celebrating her 9/15 50th Birthday!(:

It worked out well that Melody was available!

We've been juicing, drinking lime water all day- from our tree- and she put me on tinctures from Huckleberry & Cleavers!

She has me do body masks with clay & honeyed apple vinegar! It's calming inflammation & encouraging nano Particles to purge!

I've been buying herbs, cooking & cleansing! Rambotans help & fresh fruits/veg from Asian markets!

We are starting home prep with ghee soon!

Doing laundry- happy to sleep stretched out again warm & safe!

I'm grateful for a "safe home" with a bath for treatment.

Her friend has been helping us get our things and we share a "women's" bath! The water and daily routine with fresh hot food is helping my routine! 

This is an adult only home though & I still need my kids/assets asap.

Can you help?

I never agreed to sale of 1067 Neptune Ave & was targeted for my monogamous faith & belief systems for United States Autonomy!

Courts said they had a doubt about me every time I asked for my home & assets; or disclosed truth! They doubted I was a realtor and a mom- I had to repeatedly prove truth with evidence like Encinitasbeachhome.com reality etc until x hacked all down like a gay terminator.):

It was insane in-house domestic & UK terrorism.

Thanks for stopping this organised crime in divorce courts by taking a stand, using your word and voice, vows; honoring our family "faith" in testimony & energy; support in consciousness minutely- like only a parent can.

Thankyou for generous birthday support!

I love you! Xo

Eternally grateful,

All love,

Nitya

PS I'm close to Mexico border and will get pharmaceuticals clinically proven to be effective for treating lymes & covid 3. Do you need anything? 

Miss you!!!!!

PSS Do you have Oscar Orvidsson & Susan Nowak's numbers? Haydn stole my phones in data rape. I need all contacts, possessions and assets restored + damages & refunds today. Thankyou! Xo

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https://nwwildfoods.com/blogs/blog/wild-huckleberries-a-simple-boost-to-your-health

[theworldofananxiousteen]

The explanation I owe myself

It's okay to not succeed, and it's okay to not deliver the way you want to. The important part is living, meaning breathing, eating, sleeping. The rest will come when the time is right. (I hope.)

Alright, alright, my friends, gather around and let me tell you a story. It all started when I was a young, young girl (ca 2 months ago) when I decided to become the productive lady I'd always wanted to be by joining a challenge on the app I discovered that very same day (spoiler alert; it was this app and the #100daysofproductivitychallenge).

It worked for a few days, hell, I did more in those few days than I had for the past month and a half (estimates, but very likely). You see, before then, I had been in a flunk. Productive wise, school wise, life wise. Then, suddenly, this thing came before me like a saviour out of thin air, and I thought my crisis was solved - because, obviously, I would be able to stick to this challenge, in complete contrast to every other similar thing I've tried to put my mind to. For a few days, it did. Specifically, five days (I believe, I don't want to check). Then came the first break, I missed a few days - listed things I'd done as productive tasks even though I, in many cases, didn't believe they were. You see, I am a procrastinator. I think of things I need to do, they make me anxious, I do other things or nothing at all in response - an evil cycle I can't get out of. After those few days, I fell straight back into the loop, and I've done barely anything since.

Now, it's almost the end of my Christmas break, and I feel like I'm stuck, quickly suffocating in the piles of school work I need to do before I get back to school. Here's my current list:

Finish my second version of my extended essay first draft

Finish my first AND final draft of my TOK essay

Finish my final draft of my TOK report

Finish reading Juloratoriet for Swedish class

Finish my economics IA3 final draft

Finish my biology IA first draft (this was, literally, due october.)

Finish my Swedish HL essay second draft

Finish my mathematics IA final draft

Finish my CAS updates

Finish my history IA first draft

Prepare my Swedish oral

Learn the entire math course because it's finished and I know nothing - I've failed all but one math test the past two years :)

All this needs to be done on six days and I won't be starting tomorrow, I can feel it. I feel like I'm out of order. I'm not working. My brain. My body. My life. It's all out of order, and nothing is like I want it to be. I know what's needed to succeed, -studying-, but I can't bring myself to do it. Do you have any tips?

Anyway, I was thinking I may give the productivity challenge another try, continuing from where I left off, to see if it may help to give me something to work towards. So, here goes nothing.

Day 15/100

Today I did nothing of actual value, but I did get some things done;

Played basketball with some friends for a few hours that I can use for CAS (this is to be read as an achievement, because I left my house almost out of free will)

Finished reading It's kind of a funny story by Ned Vizzini (I rate it like a 4.5 out of 5 stars but it ended up being 5 out of 5 on goodreads since they don't do half's)

Started reading Dear Nobody by Billie Doherty - so far, no thoughts whatsoever about it

Watched a few episodes of RuPaul's Drag Race (speaking of which, my stepmum gifted my mum and I with tickets to RuPaul's drag race the world tour the upcoming October (!) and I'm very excited about it)

Alright, by for now. Hopefully, I'll be back tomorrow. Possibly, I'll be back in a month or two (maybe more).

PS. can you tell I'm currently using my tumblr as a thought dumpster simply because I know no one on here in real life? I'm telling you - it's the trick to success.

PSS. Here's a song (that I've forgotten completely) by a band I used to like (probably still do but I did forget of their existence), simply because it's called the new year, and new years eve was a few days ago. Happy holidays.

#Spotify #100 days of productivity #overwhelmed #high school #international baccalaureate #life is pain #its fine #we will manage #sweden #dear nobody #its kind of a funny story #january #procrastination #step backs #i will live #i'm slowly losing my mind #basketball

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swsh’s character designs are pretty great

100% ↓ 

#pokemon #swsh #assistant sonia #gym leader nessa #raihan #gym leader bea #pixellings.jpe #every day i miss the pss more #that was the peak of online systems

[selinakidreams]

hello hello hello ! this is my comfort piece for @doinmybesthere ‘s mental health awareness month collab! and I’d just like to say a huge thank you to emme for creating such a wonderful collab and thank you for letting me be apart of it.

paring: kirishima eijirou (I’m talking 7ft big strongman vibes) x empathic quirk f!reader (established relationship)

word count: 3.7k +

genre: hurt/comfort + fluff

warnings: mentions of anxiety & toxic friendships, instigating with means to harm- please let me know if I missed anything!!

a/n: this I think,, was the best way to approach what has tormented me for years. it was a reoccurring thing for me but I never handled it properly, and just this year, someone important taught me that I deserve more than what I’ve been putting myself through. so here it is! I also think that once my schedule clears up, I’m gonna make a sister piece to this but idk !! let me know if you guys would be interested in that!

++ the absolute biggest thank you to my betas/flow checkers @doinmybesthere @lady-bakuhoe @keishinslove BIG kith

pss. the first person who can guess my love language based off this fic wins a prize

Turning other’s confidence to despair, gloating to fear, persistence to tiredness, motivation into loss- but all you felt was drained. The overuse of your quirk left your head feeling full of cotton; Your chest heaving and vision slightly blurry. 

You arrived late to the fight because what started as a relaxing day off quickly turned into a rush to get to the streets. Thankfully Red Riot had been on the scene, waist-deep and stalling a full-fledged fight between two combat villains until backup came. 

His tired eyes met yours and you flashed him a hopeful smile until witnessing the villain get a short-termed upper hand. They landed a solid punch, which caused you to feel not only the repercussions of the shock-inducing impact but your building guilt of being a distraction.

Years of training reminded you not to let it get to your head, your hero instincts kicking in after emotionally experiencing that strike. Heart pumping with adrenaline, you began to focus your heart and mind, simultaneously tuning into what those around you were feeling, never forgetting to keep your eyes wide and alert. 

Confidence, eagerness, perseverance, exhaustion, determination. 

Taking a breath as you ease into a rhythm, you kept your sights on the two people who were attacking the boulder of a hero and finally, a steady grasp.

Quirk at work, the familiar mental image of loose strings flowing in the wind appeared, and you grabbed a hold of them, symbolizing that you had caught hold of their feelings and wasted no time on bending and contorting to your will. You watched as their actions became slower and less motivated, making it easier for Kirishima to handle. He must have realized what was happening, a new surge of elation pumped through him as he began to knock both of the villains down a peg. 

Seeing him fight had always been such a marvel to watch; it was so easy to be mesmerized by the sheer enthusiasm he had while trying to keep the balance and execute justice. Kirishima Eijirou was a hero in all senses of the word- and not just any hero, your hero- as cheesy as it sounded.

Secured under his weight and possibly unconscious, Red Riot looked around, a bit disheveled, until his gaze found yours. Expecting to be met with the warm sincere smile that always made your heart flutter, your heart sunk when you saw his eyes turn wide and frantic as he called out your hero name. 

On top of feeling a bit dizzy from honing into those particular subjects and manipulating two people at once, a wave of distress washed over you, adding to the unfavorable aftermath of pushing your quirk. 

You were quick to whip around, finding another villain was closing in closer than expected. You dropped all previous controls and focused solely on the person in front of you. 

“You had gotten better since the last time I saw you,” they sneered as they attempted to land a hard-hitting kick to your stomach. 

Missing by a hair, you pushed past the dreariness in your head and went straight into a defensive position.

The close-cut dodge wasn’t the only thing to throw you off; now you had realized why Kirishima looked at you like that; your traumatic past, the one you had divulged to him in the safety of your home, warbling with tears streaking your cheeks, was coming back to roughhouse with the intent of ending in a knockout. 

Fear twisted into gut-wrenching anxiety; the plummeting feeling hit the bottom of your stomach with a harsh thud.

In front of you stood the unmistakable frame of someone you had considered to be one of your closest friends for a time; someone that seemed so natural to be with, someone you divulged secrets and shared smiles with, someone that had made it seem like separation was not an option- now turned villain, sporting a suited evil smirk smeared on their face. 

It was hard not to let the tears collect on your waterline, thinking about the whirlwind of your relationship as your gaze met theirs for the first time in years. Months and months of triggered breakdowns, cold sweats from various nightmares, and countless tears have been shed as time progressed, the sinking feeling of long-lost fear that they had put you through now showing its ugly head; the thought you had convinced yourself for so long- that you ended up not even being worth their time starting to resurface. 

It had been hard to learn the lessons that were dealt and see the mistakes made on both parts- not just yours, to pick up all the shattered expectations of what a true friendship is, but you had. Now you were able to sort through the wrong sorts and had gotten emotionally and mentally stronger because of it; in many ways, the ending of the friendship helped you realize that there were ways you deserved to be treated, and like shit wasn’t one of them.

However, it almost seemed like all the progress you had made swirled down the drain now that they were in front of you. It was like you were experiencing the heartbreak of them ending the friendship all over again.

“Awww! The poor little hero is still heartbroken after I left her?” their tone patronizing as they jutted out their bottom lip to form an exaggerated pout. “Look at you! I can practically see the desperation on your face- desperate for me to come back? You’ve always been so fucking clingy. But you know, the news has you pinned as like... some kind of saint… no, no. You’re nothing but a selfish attention whore playing the good guy... so I just wanted to stop by and remind you of the truth.” they sneered, really aiming to trigger your trauma. 

You had opened up to them about all your fears; from the smallest to the all-consuming ones, so for them to be targeting you like this… they must have thought that you haven’t changed- and you fucking have. You worked damn hard to do so; You’ve grown and have started appreciating yourself more, started loving yourself more, started working on yourself more. The villain was only targeting your past worries, keyword, past.

Regardless, you were already feeling too much as is and the best thing you could do for yourself right now was to control yourself. 

The urge to take it personally was beyond tempting- to make them suffer as they had done to you, to watch them break right in front of you… But there was a specific way to handle this situation, one you’ve envisioned more than enough, the perfect high route. 

Quickly looking back to see how Kirishima was fairing, you were met with the rock hero in the process of cuffing the other two offenders, allowing you to feel a rush of relief. You turned around and mentally centered yourself. The convict seemed to put together what you were about to do, so without hesitation, they began charging only a second too late.

Taking a breath, the perfect feeling to muddle their prideful feeling down surged through you as you carefully knotted their violent stings together.

It was the feeling you faced when all was said and done after, the outcome you faced after you had gone through confronting all of the trauma that was built up by this person. 

All you felt was emptiness. 

When it hit them, you saw it in their eyes as they stopped in their tracks. No smugness, no pride, no cowardness. Nothing to egg them on and yet nothing to make them feel terrible. Blank. 

Before confusion slithered its way to their consciousness, you took the opportunity and roundhoused them- your efficient ankle sweep knocking their head to the floor, deeming them unconscious.

Crouching to the floor next to their body, you made sure they were breathing before cuffing them and standing back up, turning around you double-check on the scene behind you.

The police furthest from you were tucking the Red Riot’s villains in their cars while the others jogging towards you kept their eyes on the limp body behind you, Kirishima in tow. He looked incredibly tired but couldn’t seem to keep the smile off his face. He felt proud.

A weak smile graces your lips as you try to take a step, only to see your vision blur.

Great. 

The last thing you saw was the panicked look in his eyes as his pace quickened to a run in attempts to catch you. You faded out to the sound of an urgent call of your actual name before your body hit the ground with a thud. 

The next few hours came in slow-paced blinks. 

The first time you opened your eyes post-fight, your body felt heavy… but you were moving. It didn’t take long to realize that you were being carried by the muscular arms that you wake up to every morning. Slowly peeling your eyes open, the sight of his signature spikey red hair reminded you that what had just happened. Your boyfriend, the one who was on the scene with you, had witnessed you overcome one of the people that truly had left damage on you. He wasn’t looking at you, but staring straight ahead; by the way, his fingers curled around your bicep and thighs, it had been tough for him to watch everything that had gone down. 

You tried to call out his name, but it sounded stifled, sounding more like a broken whisper than anything. After another try, he seemed to have heard you, his ears perking up even though all the commotion- or maybe it was just ironic timing. When his red eyes caught the beaming smile you attempted to comfort him with, he tried to mimic it, only you could make out the way his bottom lip quiver. Your eyelids became unbearably heavy and for the second time, unconsciousness took its hold over you.

Blink.

The next time your eyes peeled open, you were being inspected by the all-to-familiar medical team. The inside of the ambulance was much brighter than it was outside, fluorescent lighting causing you to squint. Unnamable hands were touching your head and pulse points. When they noticed your eyes open, they tried to keep you awake as long as possible, the first step was sitting you up on the gurney. The first person you made eye contact with was your designated nurse- the one with the most comforting presence, was that part of her quirk? 

With a kind smile and knowing eyes, she jerked her head in the direction of the person she knew was first to come to mind. Following the movement, your gaze landed on Kirishima, who was standing off to the side and chewing on his nail, arms crossed against his chest. 

Had he already got checked out? Was he okay? 

When he noticed you were staring, he mustered up a small smile and in return, you slightly lifted both your hands to do a loose wave in attempts to warm up his smile. It worked.

“Okay c’mon, you know how these checkups go- you can go be with your boyfriend once we know you’re okay.” your nurse teased, knowing full well that a serious approach wasn’t going to work with you being this drowsy. 

You merely nodded in response, head and eyelids still heavy.

 The rest of the examination went by speedily, you being awake making everything go ten times smoother. After everything was checked and you were clear to go home, the nurses moved to talk to Kirishima as you moved to the edge of the ambulance, waiting for them to finish. 

“I’m so lucky that you’re not only my hero but also a registered caregiver. Well actually… both are pretty super...” You mumbled, trailing off with a lazy smile, lids finally starting to accept the losing battle of staying open. 

“Nooo, you’re lucky that it’s the overuse of your quirk that’s keeping you out of the hospital and not fatal injuries. It’s not manly to push yourself too hard.” he quipped back in a light playful tone; He didn’t miss how hard you were fighting to stay awake. “Baby, can you make it to the car or do you want me to carry you?” 

It was moments like this where you appreciated how comfortable Kirishima made you feel in your relationship; feeling no shame when you revert to a clingy pile of mush. Reaching out, you let your eyes close as you mimic grabby hands to your enormous boyfriend. 

You hear him sigh as he kneels in front of you, opening your eyes in time to catch his broad back muscles shifting, “c’mon love, you need to help me with this bit.”

You clumsily climb on his back and loosely wrap your arms around his neck, standing up with ease. He quickly adjusts you against him to get a better hold on your thighs. Once he begins walking, you let yourself subside back into unconsciousness.

Blink.

You were jolted awake when you felt yourself falling, only for your behind to hit a familiar cushiony surface. Oh right, the car. Before you could fade out once again, you heard Kirishima say something about going to grab the paperwork so the both of you can file your reports later when you wake up. The last thought you were able to think was something along the lines of how incredibly lucky you were to have someone love you so deeply.

Blink.

Waking up to the view of the city lights twinkling below your balcony and the energy of a healthy 8 hours of sleep, you stretch the rest of the drowsiness out of your body till you feel ready to accept the hefty amount of paperwork that’s waiting for you in the other room. 

The only light that illuminated your bedroom was the reflection of the living room lights on the hallway floors. Before getting up, you spared a glance at your nightstand, seeing a glass of water with a note underneath, as predicted; this happened more often than not after a battle. You reach out and take the glass in hand and take a steady sip before letting in more and more water, then reading the messy little note:

 in the livingroom <3 

You smiled at the little doodle he drew- two characters that seem a lot like the two of you, kissing, with a sparkly heart over their heads.

The need to recreate this drawing was growing at an incredible speed.

With newfound determination, you push yourself up from the bed and shuffle to the living room, squinting when the light becomes a little too harsh against your eyes.

Eyes fully closed when you get to the center of the living room, purposely facing the wrong way and trying to suppress a giggle, you try to use the most monotone voice you could muster.

“Kiri - where are you I can’t see.” 

“Your eyes are closed- babe, open your eyes.” 

“No it’s too bright but I saw this cute drawing on the nightstand done by this really talented artist and I must recreate it please recreate it with me.”

You heard a bit of shuffling before his voice came close to your left side.

“Was it a pretty manly drawing?” 

“I would like to think so.”

He was much closer at this point, shifted to somewhere close in front of you right before warm lips were on yours; as quick as the peck came, it was gone in a flash followed by the sound of him plopping down on the couch.

“Wait Eijirou-” you start to pout as you turn in the direction where the couch is, eyes now fully open and set on Kirishima until the shock of pain shot through your nerve endings. 

“Ah, shit! Fuck!…” you wince, lifting your leg to hug your newly stubbed toe.

Kirishima is back by your side in an instant, really trying to suppress his laugh but doing a terrible job.

“You’re such a jerk for laughing,” you pout, giving your best attempt of a proper shove… and he didn’t even budge. 

There was a moment of complete silence then the booming of your boyfriend’s boisterous laughs bouncing off the walls. Rolling your eyes, you limped over to the spot on the couch where he was previously sitting, and as the cushion beside you dips, you sigh. 

The sight in front of you was a disheveled mess. Scribbled on papers were thrown about- most were filled out but there were a few that were blank, pens and highlighters could be spotted under and over random reports.

“I did most of the reports… but I didn’t know if you wanted to fill out yours… because of who you were fighting.” he slowly stated, as if he were walking on eggshells. You could tell that he was holding back from hitting the main issue. 

Was this something you were ready to unbiasedly talk about? Kirishima knew most of the details, but he also realized that you probably wanted to talk about it more now that you’ve not only seen them after all this time but had to fight them. 

With another sigh, you let your head fall into your palms- your elbows digging into your thighs- and you roughly rub your eyes before coming up for a new breath of air. 

“My heart was pounding…” you started, attempting to prepare for the unwanted wave of grief, but as you trailed off, oddly enough, it never came. 

When reflecting on the fight, you remembered the range of emotions you felt, but now… you just felt… empty- which was ironic. No sadness, longing, anxiety… if anything, with your caring redhead staring at you with the roundest eyes, you felt at ease. 

“But honestly? I don’t really feel much right now. Like I can say that when looking back, I think I handled myself in the best way possible- they don’t deserve to have that satisfaction of creating a rise out of me, and quite frankly… I’m tired, Ei. I’m so tired of letting them have that hold on me. I don’t deserve that kind of pain. As much as I am a hero, I need to think about myself as a person and there’s only so much I can endure. My mental and emotional health comes first.” 

After saying all of that, there was a slight hint of relief that flooded your system; you already began to feel lighter.

“I’m so proud of you. I know that must have been really hard to face but you did it, and you were so good about it,” he whispered as he reached out for your thigh. 

Accepting his comfort, you sucked in another breath and smiled up at him. He held and returned your smile for a couple of seconds before slightly leaning in, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Would it be alright if I.. kiss you?” it was such a heart-warming gesture, how he was making sure you weren’t pushing yourself. 

“More than alright,” you whisper, barely getting out the last word because of how quickly the gap between you two closed. The kiss was comfort in the rawest form; his pace was slow, his large hand cupping your jaw as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were following his pace, your eyes coming to a close, melting into a relaxed state for what seemed like the first time today. 

Keeping the kiss light, he pulled away shortly, but not before placing a lingering peck on your lips, then one on your forehead and whispering, “I made you a snack. You’re probably hungry right now so I prepared you a little something filling. And while you eat, I’m gonna run a bath with some Epsom salt and lavender oil, does that sound good?” 

Overwhelming gratitude washed over you. Words couldn’t possibly measure even the bare minimum of the love you have for Kirishima Eijirou, and yet you managed to string a soft, “You are the most wonderful person in the world, and I… Eijirou I love you so much.” 

His eyes became a little teary as he looked down at you, a wobbly smile in place before whispering a returning “I love you,” before heading into the bathroom to run the water in your massive tub. 

As the thundering sound of the water filling the tub echo through your apartment, you get up and rummage the fridge to find a plate of adorably cut red apples with a glob of peanut butter off to the side. 

“Baby do you want tea?” You call out just loud enough, “I’m gonna brew that green tea with the toasted rice!” 

He came into the kitchen looking big and confused, “what did you say, baby?”

“Green tea?”

“Oh yes, please,” he said, leaning in and planting a kiss to your temple before turning back to the bathroom. 

“Kiri? Can you put on the house shows on the tv? I forgot what channel they were on.”

You didn’t need to turn around to hear tv turn on; a shout of thanks was called out before you took a bite of your snack.

It felt all very domestic, something you never thought could happen to you. Your childhood was a montage of quirk abuse, being emotionally used, following the same types of toxic people, and never learning your lesson. It all flipped somewhere in your twenties- you began to realize the pattern after being shown the kindness the world could offer. No longer world you put up with bullshit like that. You knew better now and Eijirou always reminded you of that. 

You were halfway through one of your favorite flipping shows when Kirishima came in shirtless, letting you know the bath was ready, “Okay my love, it’s ready. Take your time, I‘ll be in the tub.”

You stripped on your way to the bathroom, leaving all your clothes on the bench in the bedroom before padding into the warm-tiled bathroom.

The view you stepped in on was delicious; your huge boyfriend taking up most of the tub, his head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed.

“Gee red, you’re so sexy.” you aimed to tease, but your words came out a bit strained. He chuckles before turning to face you and groaning your name, “hurry up and come in here.”

And it’s then when you’re submerged in all the heat and laying against your boyfriend’s warmth, do you remember that life is what you make it to be. Never accept anything less than the love and care you deserve.

Blink.

#she dreams ! #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima x you #bnha kirishima #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fluff #bnha fluff #hurt/comfort

[cats-rat]

motive - ch.1

authors note: okay so i know this is little late but i have had a bit of writers blocks so this chapter might not be as long as i hope it would but hopefully you all still like it. ps; thank u soooo much for the support on the teaser. pss; im soooo sorry for any grammatically or spelling errors as english is not my first language

pairing: professor!cat adams x reader x professor!spencer reid

warning: swearing, sexual tension, [eventual] smut 

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The mix of anticipation and fear plagued you all through the night and followed you to the morning. You had barely gotten any sleep, the thought of having to face both Cat and Spencer was not something you were ready to acknowledge. However, you knew it was an ordeal you would inevitably have to confront.

With hardly any energy, or effort, you timidly reached for your phone which was laid on your nightstand. It was silly honestly, the worst that could happen was maybe an awkward conversation about it all, or so you thought. As your phone lit up and you noticed the 40 missed calls from both Cat and Spencer, the idea that this would end without conflict slowly faded.

You unlocked your phone and hesitantly went to check your messages. Clicking on Cat's contact, you slowly read her messages, taking in every letter. one right after the other.

“y/n please answer.”

“we promise you aren’t in trouble and we’re not mad.”

“i know you’re probably sleeping but if you could just stop by my office after class, we just want to talk.”

Though you were still on edge, the thoughts in the back of your mind mellowed even if for a moment.

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It took what felt like a lifetime for you to get ready. The dressed yourself in a light blue short sleeved top and a plaid pleated skirt that revealed a bit of your thighs but was not as skimpy as the other outfits you’d worn before.

You put very little effort into doing your hair, just combing your normal products through with your fingers. Though you would normally do your makeup on a regular day, you opted out as to not draw attention to yourself.

With that you were out of your dorm and on your way around campus and to your first and only class of the day, criminal psychology. Typically, it was a class you excelled in and that’s originally what caught Spencer’s eye.

Most of the students taking his class were only doing so because they found him attractive, many lacked any real interest in the subject, but you did. And it was made clear in how hard you worked in his class. His attraction for you went beyond your physical appearance, he had a genuine appreciation for your intelligence.

You would normally sit directly up in the front but as you entered the classroom you tucked yourself in the back, likely to avoid any contact with Spencer for as long as possible.

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You sat for almost an hour, listening to Spencer ramble, his voice much more assertive than you remembered. As the rest of the students flocked out you slowly rose from your seat, clutching your bag before hearing Spencer’s voice call you.

“Ms.y/l/n, could you stay after for a minute.”

Nodding quietly you walked the short distance to face your professor, your eyes meeting the floor as you bit into your cheek. Spencer took in a deep breath before placing his warm hand on your shoulder.

“I know this might be awkward for you but Cat and I really just wanna talk about what happened.” He spoke with a softness in his voice that was comforting, comforting and familiar.

“Listen I had no idea Cat was your wife, if I had I wouldn't have pursued a relationship with her knowing I had a past with you.” You watched as he opened his mouth, as if he were getting ready to speak. Before he could you continued.

“Please, I know what I did was completely inappropriate and I promise to not do anything like this again just please do not tell the dean- please.”

You pleaded like a child who had overindulged in the cookie jar, it was kind of pathetic the way you begged for his sympathy as if he also wouldn’t be in deep shit if he told.

There was a moment of silence before another voice interjected. This one more melodic and sultry, you knew exactly who it was. She walked into the room, locking the door behind her, the sharp noise her black pumps made sending chills up your spine.

“y/n, we didn't call you here because you're in trouble. We have a proposition for you.” She inched closer before cornering you, leaving you stuck between both her and Spencer. Her soft fingers brushed your cheeks lightly.

“I think it's clear we both like you and that you like us.” Spencer’s hand ran down from your shoulder to grasp your hand, Cat gently caressed your forearm. “And we both know you've been struggling with tuition-”

With a look of shock you interrupted the woman’s sentence. “Wait so you want to pay my tuition and in return I would fuck you?”

“Not exactly, we wouldn't force you to anything you didn't want to, we just enjoy your company.” Spencer said, giving you a look of reassurance as Cat around you to position herself against your back, hands tracing around her neck as her lips neared your ear.

“But don’t act like you haven't thought about the two of us using you like the little whore you are.” The authoritativeness in her voice causing the wetness between your legs to grow.

“Is that what you want?” Spencer said, cupping your chin for you to face him, unable to escape his gaze. You nodded frantically, yearning for them to give you more of what you truly wanted.

Cats fingertips traced down your sides before moving to your side to lock elbows with you. “Good, now lets you home dove.”

fin.

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Taglist; @khiaraaa-in-spacee​   [let me know if you wanna added, i really hope yall liked this one, again sorry for any grammar/spelling errors.

#cat adams x reader #cat adams #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #cat adams x reader x spencer reid #cat adams smut #spencer reid smut #mgg x reader #mgg smut #audrey plaza x reader #criminal minds #bau x reader

[wakaoujisenhime]

Controlled shocks - Kaminari x reader

Synopsis: Frustrated about the missing spice in your life you decide to take a shower. The moment you begin taking care of the built-up stress, your boyfriend knocks on the bathroom door. Separated by nothing but a curtain, you decide to continue pleasuring yourself, hoping that Kaminari wouldn’t notice, but ... 

tags/warnings: Kaminari x reader ✅  smut (18+) ✅  quirkplay ✅  squirting ✅    

crossed off square: Shower sex ✅

A/N: Third BINGO piece for the bookclub!! and two more are on their way, but pss NOW, the moment I saw the square with shower sex, I instantly thought of Kaminari, so I hope you enjoy this little smut scenario I came up with! A BIG thanks and a tight bear hug for my good friend @shoutogepi​ who took care of the beta-reading! Please enjoy! (˶◡‿◡)

image/art source: Twitter (art by iarim)

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Lukewarm water ran down your body as you closed your eyes, savoring the satisfying feeling of your tense muscles finally relaxing. You had just come back home from work, and since your boyfriend wasn’t home, you decided to take a shower and prepare dinner afterward.

A small sigh escaped your mouth at the thought of him. 

You and he had become a couple around the time you guys became second years at UA. Since then everything went perfectly fine, you had no real obligations and could savor a carefree life...you were students after all, but the moment you graduated everything changed. The number of responsibilities you had to shoulder for yourself, your partner, and society was enough to overwhelm you both. Still, luckily the two of you had built up such a strong bond that you decided to deal with these problems together.

But now that the more significant difficulties were out of the way, some minor ones began appearing. One of them was that you both hadn’t had sex for approximately three weeks, and it was slowly but surely getting to you. Of course, none of you were to blame since your jobs were the actual cause of this ‘problem,’ but that was to be expected; nevertheless, there was something else that vexed you, namely Kaminari’s obliviousness to your sexual frustration.

Back in your UA days, you constantly bickered with Bakugou, who wouldn’t stop calling your boyfriend ‘dunce face’, but now you wished you hadn’t. You would’ve understood it if you weren’t giving him any signals, but greeting him with babydoll lingerie when he came back from work or with nothing on but an apron while you were preparing breakfast was screaming ‘I’m horny, please fuck me,’...unfortunately, your screams didn’t reach their target.

Frustrated, you bit your lower lip and leaned your forehead on the cold tiles of the bathroom walls.

“Denki, you idiot...” you whispered as you closed your eyes. 

You let your hands run from your neck down to your chest, belly, and hips. The moment they’d reached your aching core, you hoisted one of your legs up on the bathtub’s edge and slowly began tracing your wet folds with your fingers. A sharp breath escaped your mouth at the sudden jolt of pleasure you got from that small and insignificant gesture, which frustrated you even more.

How can I be that satisfied with just that?

Your frustration slowly transformed into anger, and what’s the best way to vent then let it all out on yourself. The fingers that were caressing you ever so gently before were now angrily moving in and out of your tight hole which had tightened up quite a bit, thanks to a certain dunce, and the water wasn’t the ideal lubricant you were looking for, so your movements hurt quite a bit.

“Ugh...fuck.”

Just as you were about to go faster, a sudden knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to stop mid-movement.

“Honey, can I come in?”

“Y-Yeah, sure...” 

You have never been happier to have bought that shower curtain because if that piece of cloth hadn’t been there, he would’ve witnessed just how horny you looked and that only from two of your fingers. 

“I’m back, sweetie...sorry if I’m late!”

Just hearing his cheerful voice was enough to set your body aflame once again; thus, you slowly continued moving and scissoring your fingers, hoping that this would be enough to get you used to it once more, meanwhile your boyfriend had resumed his talk.

“If you haven’t eaten yet, then I’m going to head for the kitchen and prepare something for us, what do you say?”

“Uh-huh, that’s f-fine by m-me...”  

Sure the curtain shielded you from his view, but it also made it harder for you to see just what your man was doing on the other side, and that was perhaps the biggest downside to it. 

Indeed, Denki wasn’t the brightest bulb around, but he wasn’t as stupid as some thought, especially when there was something that concerned you. 

He had noticed your stuttering speech and labored breath, but decided to continue feigning ignorance.

“Hey, you know what happened today, oh my god you aren’t going to believe it! So listen up…”

While Kaminari talked something about Kirishima and Bakugou having a new tag team attack, you slowly directed the water stream from the showerhead towards your sensitive clit that you had deliberately neglected, knowing fully well just how good it’ll feel if you suddenly overwhelmed it with pleasure. 

Suddenly a particular idea crossed your mind as you glanced back at the blurry figure standing in the middle of the bathroom.

What if I open it..?

Meanwhile, your boyfriend had undressed and was standing there with crossed arms, facing the bathtub. He couldn’t help but notice that something had been off with your silhouette since the moment he came in, he had a hunch on what you might be doing, soo he decided to put you to the test. The story of his best friends and their new attack was one he had already told you about some days ago, and he knew that you weren’t one to forget such things, so the moment you had just answered with a silent ‘uh-huh’ he knew that there was something else going on. Honestly speaking, he had been pent up for quite some time, but out of consideration for you, he had held back, but today he wasn’t going to pass out on the opportunity you gave him. 

Sharing the same thought both of you took hold of the curtain’s edge at the same time and yanked it to the side, revealing your disheveled appearance to one another. 

With wide eyes and agape mouths, both of you looked at each other in disbelief. 

“Denki-”

Without any reservation, you threw yourself at him and began hungrily kissing his lips. 

The man in front of you was taken aback, but he caught you and tangled his fingers in your wet locks as he returned the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his hips and began grinding your wet self against his hard shaft, that action caused him to growl silently next to your ear and in order to stop you, he grabbed both of your asscheeks and squeezed them tightly. 

“Hold up, babygirl- ah...let me b-breathe at least.”

“Shut it, Denki. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this, huh?” you hissed as you let one of your hands glide down to his abdomen and take a tight hold of his pulsating cock, pumping it lazily yet firmly. Your boyfriend’s whiny moans turned you on even more and slowly, but surely your self-control was declining the more his face contorted with nothing but sheer pleasure.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted your dick to split me open and thrust into me as if I was nothing but a mere object?” 

After uttering your innermost desires to him, you bit his bobbing adam’s apple with a cocky smile, confident that you were in charge of the current situation.

Suddenly a sudden electric shock tingled your already overstimulated clit and left you breathless and confused for a mere number of seconds. While you were still processing what had just happened, the man who held you close to his body slowly entered the bathtub and pressed your back against the cold wall. He removed your arms from his neck and held them above your head instead, making sure that you had no way to neither touch yourself nor him.

“You weren’t the only one who suffered, you know?” he whispered in a low and threatening voice. It was now his turn to do what he desired, and that’s what he did.

Like what you had done before, Denki also began nibbling and biting the skin of your neck, leaving marks wherever he wanted.

When your boyfriend was satisfied, he leaned his head back and gazed at the different shades of red that adorned your neck. 

“How about you (Y/N)? Can you even comprehend just how hard it was for me to hold myself back? Seeing your relaxed face and slightly parted lips every morning while you had one of your legs wrapped around mine wasn’t as easy as you might think it was.”, he spoke in a low and raspy voice, “You were lucky that you slept or I would’ve torn those pieces of fabric you call clothes from your slutty body and fucked you right then and there.”

The man forcefully gripped your chin and gave you another rough kiss; he even occasionally bit your lower lip to demonstrate further how desperate he indeed was and had been for the past few weeks.

Usually, you’d let him take you just like that, but today you were as upset as he was and maybe even more, so you made full use of the fact that you could still move your hips and rocked them back and forth once again.

The glare he shot at you was honestly enough to make you cum right then and there, but you managed to hold back.

“Now you have me right where you want me, look...I’m all defenseless and have no intention of fighting back, so take me, pound me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days- no even weeks, electrocute me if you have to, just finally do something Denki...please”

Your needy and trembling voice was all he needed to pull his hips back, align his pre-cum covered tip with your wet entrance, and thrust his entire shaft inside of you in one swift movement.  

“G-God! Yes...yes!! This is wha-ah..what I was waiting for!”

Kaminari had freed your wrists and was now supporting your backside once again. His thrusts were kept short since he wanted to give your insides some time to get accustomed to his size once again, but the mix of your loud moans, tight insides, and lust-filled eyes was really pushing his buttons, and soon even he decided to drop the ‘nice boyfriend’ act and just go feral. 

He pulled almost his entire length out of you and thrust all of back in, the satisfyingly loud slap of his balls against your clenching folds nearly managed to get you over the edge, but you refused to finish so early in the game. Unfortunately for you, the man in front had complete control over your current situation, and all he wanted right now was to see you cum, so with a mischievous grin, he placed his finger on your clit and activated his quirk once more.

The precise and controlled shock which he aimed directly at your sensitive bud instantly made you cum; your eyelids fluttered shut while your eyes rolled back and all that pleasure overtook you to such an extent that your thighs trembled and twitched, causing the grip you had on your man’s hips to weaken further. Of course, your boyfriend was there to hold you up, but what he wanted most right now was to look into your hazy eyes and prolong your orgasm by continuing his brutal pace, even when your insides were squeezing him so tight that he had some evident struggle with pulling out.  

“Y-Yes D-Denki...just like- ah.. that!”

Even minutes after you had come down from your high, your body still felt the aftershocks of it, and the man’s continued usage of his power didn’t help you calm down at all, it was the exact opposite.

“A-Another one is...is coming-” 

“Oh yeah? Then let me switch things up a bit...” he answered as he took a firm hold of your hips and pulled his cock out from you. 

You whined at the loss and immediately reached for his shaft with your trembling hand, only to get it softly slapped away. 

“I’ll need you to behave babygirl, or else you can wait for another three weeks, got that?” he warned you with a raised eyebrow. 

Now that you had already cum once, all you desired was for him to flood your insides with his thick sperm, so if being obedient was going to help you reach that goal, you’d gladly behave.

Kaminari switched your positions and pushed your upper body forward so that you were forced to hold onto the curtain with one hand and take a firm hold of the bathtub’s edge with the other. While you were still struggling with positioning yourself comfortably, he ran his slim fingers alongside your back, letting his powers run free yet again. 

“This time...I’m going to make you pass out.”

Before you could ask what he meant with that declaration, the young man had buried himself balls-deep inside of your sloppy insides and began rocking his hips back and forth. The sweet mewls that reached his ears gave him yet another great idea on how he could make up for those three weeks of missed pleasure and teach you a small lesson for getting off by yourself like you had done some minutes ago. 

He slowed down and concentrated as much as possible as he activated his quirk for the last time.

“Denki, wh-aah!! G-God!! Ngh-aah…!”

Your sweet voice turned into a breathless raspy mess of syllables as you felt him sending a series of controlled shocks through his cock as well as both of his hands that were firmly holding onto your nipple and clit. Your second orgasm was approaching at a faster speed than the one from before...only this time, something else was building up as well.

“De-ahn..ki..pleaase...wha-wai-”

Forming coherent words became another challenge you were deemed to fail because your boyfriend had just reached the last spurt and seemingly needed only a few thrusts before finally reaching his long-awaited high as well. 

The moment his hot thick semen began entering your womb, your vision went black, and all you could hear was how the piece of cloth you had held on was ripped from its hooks. 

——

When you finally opened your eyes, you found yourself on your knees, sitting in Kaminari’s lap, who embraced you from behind and gently caressed your head. 

“(Y/N), thank god you’re awake, I didn’t know what to do if you hadn’t woken up from that!” he exclaimed, visibly relieved. Your voice was so far gone though that you couldn’t muster an answer and just give him your typical questioning look, which demanded a résumé of what had transpired in the past few minutes.

“God how should I put this without embarrassing you too much...”, he began with a whisper, “..well you see...the moment I came inside of you, you came as well and uhh...you also kinda....s-squirted?”

After he said that, your face became redder than your favorite lingerie, and all you wanted was to go and crawl into a hole where nobody could find you, but the compassionate laugh of your boyfriend is what stopped these thoughts. 

He whispered sweet and encouraging lines and some small apologies in between, while he gently traced the kiss marks, he had left behind earlier, with his lips. 

Just as you were getting relaxed in his strong arms, a specific question of his once again caused your heart rate to quicken.

Ready for round two..?  

#bnhabookclub #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari denki x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 #━𝙼𝙷𝙰

[northcarolinanative]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝟷)

Chapter 1: No One Told You 

A/N: Okay this is the first thing I’ve really written, or put out there or anything like that. I’m still working on all this posting stuff haha. I’ve had this idea for a bit and wanted to write it down and put it out there. With quarantine and everything, I thought why not. My hope is for this to be a JJ Fic at some point. I want this to be a series, obvi haha, that’s JJ x (Routledge) Reader. I want it to build up and everything I guess. If you have any ideas or stuff that is (or isn’t related to this) I’d love to hear any feedback. Like I said I have no clue what I’m doing. 

(PS: I know they barely talk, but I thought backstory would be necessary) 

(PSS: This is all after 1x10) 

I always loved the way that the salty coastal air felt when it surrounded me. It made me think of home, my real home. The water was a bit rough today, but nothing the ferry couldn’t handle. I stood leaning against the thick metal side staring into the water. It had been a few months since I had left the Outer Banks. Last summer, right before my dad went missing was my last visit. I lived in Charlotte, with my mom. We moved to Arizona for a while, but even she couldn’t resist the charms of the Carolinas. They split up a while back, way before I could even remember, they haven’t spoken to each other since. Somehow the little fishing shack off the sound seemed more like home than the suburban house I lived in with my mother and Jacob, my new stepdad. Every summer the day after classes happened, I was on a flight, bus, a train, or driving myself, across the country, to the coast of North Carolina. Don’t get me wrong, my mom was not a bad mom, it just was not her thing. She got me in agreement with my dad. Dad got John B. 

I couldn’t wait to see him. I could see the island off the horizon slowly starting to grow the closer the ferry approached. I had been trying to call my brother John B for a week or so but had not received word back. I convinced myself that it was due to the storms passing through, the towers were probably down or the power out. No one really cared about restoring power to the cut after a storm. 

The announcement came over the speakers that we would be docking in a few moments, for everyone to get into their cars. I had talked my mom into letting me stay with my brother and uncle, transferring to school out here.  I told her that with our father’s one-year disappearance approaching that he was going to need someone there, someone who knows what he’s going through. Everyone else thinks he is gone for good, but not me and John B, we have a feeling, ya know. I mean who even still gets lost at sea these days. 

The boat starts to rock as it bumps the wooden pillars guiding it into the dock. I was careful to pull open the door to my old beat-up SUV, packed up with clothes and belongings, I was not going home to Charlotte if I could help it. I sat down sticking my keys in the ignition, The salty breeze still blowing through the open windows. I started my engine as I drove through the island. There was only one main highway. I headed south towards the house. I couldn’t wait to see everyone, John B and the pogues, which I’m sure were even closer to being family by now. I wished I could have been there with him through all this. 

I was lost in my thoughts until the familiar driveway approached on my right. I pulled in, bouncing with the bumpy gravel driveway. I parked the car, rolling up the windows, closing the sunroof, and grabbing my duffle from the passenger seat. Hopefully, John B would help me carry everything in later. I looked around for his old beat-up VW Bus, but it was not in sight. I opened the front door, unlocked, “Of course” I smiled and scoffed. I didn’t want to startle him when he returned, but he should see my car out front. 

I made my way through the house, it was covered in empty cans, smoked roaches, and overall dirty. There was a teenage boy living here, from the looks of it my uncle had not been around for a while. Not that it surprised me, he was too much of a free spirit to be bound to such a small island. I stood in the doorway of the back porch looking out over the water. The sun just past its peak in the sky and the HMS pogue, dad’s little fishing boat he handed down to John B, was sitting in the water. I left Charlotte early in the morning, getting me here mid-morning. John and the gang should be back later this afternoon. 

I made my way back through the house and into the kitchen grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet. I started pick up beer bottle after beer bottle and all the other trash. I folded the blankets, the clothes, put the fold-out couch back in place, making it up. I looked to my right as I saw my father’s office open. I quickly walked over shutting it, and my dad’s bedroom. I guess John started going through his things, he didn’t tell me though.

I jumped slightly as I heard the back door shut. I heard footsteps halt. “It’s about time you got back Johnny,” I said with a giggle turning around on my heel. I stopped and stared, it was not John I was looking at. “JJ” I breathed out “ You scared me,” I said holding my chest. 

“What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked. I took in his appearance. His eyes were puffy and watery. That’s when I noticed the tears marks coming down his cheeks. 

“What do you mean?” I laughed nervously. “I spend every summer here and with dad being gone for almost a year, I figured John B would really need me, ya know?”  I stepped closer to him, furrowing my brows. The look in his eyes was haunting. 

He stayed silent just looking at me, like if he moved I would break. “JJ” I stepped back. “What is it?” 

He looked up at me, tears finally falling down his face. JJ has never cried, not that I had ever seen. “No one told you? Did they?” 

My breath hitched in my throat. “No one told me what JJ?”

Chapter 2 

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