#i am going to shower and eat and go the fuck to bed asap

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

"Just another character in your book"

Part 2 of this

Here is the part 2, haven't had motivation for writing a part 2 lately and I've been super busy. Hope this was worth the wait? I tried to proof read it but I am too tired it's 2am here. I will get to the request rotting in my inbox when I can. I have just been super busy lately and most likely until december. Hope you understand but I try to do the requests asap.

Warning: none, surprisingly

Hope you enjoy ✌️

Walking back into the apartment it filled me with sadness and betrayal. A place I once felt safe and loved, now it felt more cold and fake.

"I-i'll make dinner after I freshen up."

I told Charles as I pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom in our bed. 'Smells like cheap perfume mixed with sweat.' I said to myself as I noticed 2 used condoms in the trash as I entered the bathroom. 'Guess she wasn't all that if he they only did 2, or did I interrupt?' I asked myself, trying to ignore the thoughts from plaguing my mind.

As I undressed and entered the shower the tears began to flow again, the sobs coming out louder. I opened the shower to try and hide the sounds, hoping he won't hear. But then again, if he didn't hear me enter earlier, he probably can't hear me right n-

"Y/n, you okay?"

My thoughts were cut off by his voice.

"Y-yea, why'd you ask?" I asked trying to sound normal but my voice faltered.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked cheerily, hoping it's enough to get rid of him.

"If you say so, I'll skip dinner, I already ate earlier. Sorry." He said apologetically.

"No worries, you don't have to apologize for eating." I said with a chuckle. 'You only need to apologize for doing her on the bed we sleep in.'

"Okay, I'm gonna go shower and chill on the couch."

"Okay."

After our little interaction, I finished showering and dressing myself up. Walking out of the bathroom I see that he changed the bed sheets and the pillow cases. 'So I won't smell the intense session you two had.' I thought to myself with a smile.

I got out of the bedroom to go make dinner for myself. I see him on the couch with the t.v on but he's focused on his phone, laughing and blushing. I caught a glimpse of what was on screen, seeing a name with a heart beside it, and some not so safe for work texts and a video. 'They even recorded it? Wonder how long before it gets leaked, I wonder how everyone will react when they find out everything?'

As I got the ingredients ready, and cooked, I accidentally burned myself on the pan. Not fully concentrated as my mind wondered about the events that occured just some time ago.

"Fucking bitch." I whisper shouted as pain shot up from my fingers. I immidiately ran my hand under cold water.

"Amour? What happened?" Charles asked as he entered the kitchen and walked towards me.

"I-i-i'm fine, j-just made an oopsie, I'm gonna go back to cooking again with more care this time hopefully." I said with a dry chuckle as I avoided him, trying to distance myself from him. I can't stop imagining the things they did.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he tried getting closer. But I end up just hurrying with the cooking, turning the fire on high to cook faster. Luckily I only need to finish up the egg which takes little time to cook.

"Yep." I said as I put the egg on my plate. Along with some fish, beef, and rice.

"You want some?" I asked as I offered him my plate to stop him from advancing to me.

"Okay, What's wrong y/n?" He said as he stopped in his tracks completely looking confused, hurt and annoyed. 'He doesn't really have a right to be hurt, does he?' I asked myself as I began to overthink everything, maybe I wasn't what he needed? Maybe I didn't do it for him anymore? Maybe, just maybe, I did something for him to seek comfort in someone else?

"D-did I d-do somth-thing?" I asked with trembling voice as I looked at him with teary eyes.

"W-what? Of course not, mi amour. You could never do anything wrong." He said in a loving tone as he closed the gap between us and hugging me tight. I hugged him back just as tight as tears began to flow down my cheeks I burried my face on his chest wetting his shirt.

"What makes you say that?" He asked worriedly as he kisses my hair and ruffles it while rocking me side to side.

"Y-you looked a-annoyed." I said but my voice is muffled by his shirt.

"I wasn't annoyed, I was just confused why you were acting like that. Did something happen at work?" 'Not at work.'

"Did I do something?" 'Of course you did.'

I tried to shake my thoughts away as his questions continued. My mind being overrun by guilt and confusion. My emotions being overwhelmed by sadness and anger. Feeling guilty that I am like this, that I made him worry. Confusion as I can't explain why I am feeling like this, why do I feel bad for him, when he hurt me. Waves of sadness hit me as I felt helpless in his clutch, feeling like without him I would be nothing. My mind and everything are all jumbled up, not knowing which is which or what is what. But one thing I know for certain is that, I shouldn't feel this way.

As I gathered myself I pulled back and away from him, removing his arms from around me.

"I-i'll just go eat." I said, trying to hide the hurt from my voice. I removed my apron, put the dishes in the sink and grabbed my plate from the counter and speed walked upstairs towards the guest bedroom.

As I ate in silence, pondering on what to do. I heard Charles on the phone with someone, he seemed to be having a great conversation if you take into account the loud laughters.

"Of course not, mate... Yea, I'll be very careful. Oui, oui okay, I'll see you tomorro, ciao."

As I finished eating I hear foodsteps getting close, and a door opening and his voice.

"Y/n? Where are you? Amour?"

I heard he say as he closed the door and his voice became a bit muffled, after a bit I heard a door open again and close.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

He said as he tried to open the locked door to the guest room.

"Y-yea, I just wanted to eat in silence is all. Don't worry."

I said in a cheerful tone.

"I feel like you're not okay, y/n." 'Of course I'm not, after what you've done.'

"Can I come in?" 'No, I don't want to fall for you again.'

"I'll be out in a bit, just gotta tidy up." 'Wipe the tears and clean your face don't let him see.'

"Okay, I'll be downstairs, talk to me.. please."

He said with a brief pause before saying the last word in a sad tone.

"I will."

—

After fixing myself I decide to come downstairs to watch the dishes and clean up. Stepping down the final step I see the t.v is off, and a sleeping Charles on the couch with his phone on his hand and unlocked. 'I shouldn't.'

After I clean up everything in the kitchen, I check back on him to see if he's still asleep. He looked so peaceful, with his eyes closed and mouth open a bit. He looked so relaxed, without a worry in the world. I look back at his phone, curiousity winning. I step walk closer to him to take his phone, surprisingly with no resistance. The first thing I saw was his messages with someone, a woman, I saw the messages sent earlier today. Full of pictures of a woman, in lacy undergament thst barely cover her breasts and other parts.

"Are you sure you want this one?

Those look perfect on you.

They would look better in your hands. ;)

I will make you scream my name"

As I read a few of the messages I started to tear up, looking up at the name of the woman, I saw a heart beside it. Scrolling down I began to see pictures and videos, all sent recently. I saw the pictures he sent to her of him in nothing but underwear with a prominent bulge. The tears began to fall, down my cheeks and onto the phone.

"Amour?"

I looked towards the source of the voice, seeing a sleepy Charles rubbing his eyes. His began to show concern after seeing tears falling down my face.

"W-what happ-"

He didn't finish his sentence as he saw what I was holding. I silently gave him back his phone and made my way upstairs to pack all my belongings, which was not much considering he owned the apartment. I packed my shoes, clothes and nessesities that I bought with my own money, not wanting to take anything from him.

"I can expl-"

"It's okay, I knew you could never love true, that you can't be loyal. I mean, you are Charles Leclerc for crying out loud, ladies and men flock to you, they crave even an drop of your attention. They go crazy from a single glance from you, you could get anyone you want. And it appears you chose a new one, I won't make a scene and get angry, I knew what I signed up for the moment I accepted your proposal to be in a relationship with you. I should've expected this, with a body and face like yours I don't blame you. I want to, but my mind won't let me. I will be out as soon as possible, just get to bed and sleep. I hope she is worth it, I hope it won't happen to her. I loathe her, I envy her, but I don't want her to get hurt. Take care of her, maybe she will give you what you want and you won't have to look for anyone else, I hope she will be the last."

I said as my lips quiver and tears fall down freely from my eyes. I began to close my suitcase and bag, all my belongings now with me. I couldn't bare to look at him as my eyes looked at everywhere but him.

"I-i'm sorry, I love you, it was a m-mistake, please please please don't do this. Don't leave."

He said, his voice breaking. And for the first time ever since I said what I said, I looked at him, tears falling down his cheeks as he walked closer to me.

"I don't want to leave, I want to stay b-"

"Then stay, I will cut her off completely, I will the best boyfriend from now on I will try my hardest to earn your love, I will do everything you want. just please..please.. don't leave me. I need you, I lo-"

"I want to believe you and I want to be with you, but, I can't. Holding on will hurt me more than letting go."

I said as I walked closer to him my hands going o his cheeks, the pads of my thumbs wiping away the tears as his hands hold mine.

"D-don't please, I-i-i-i need you, I love you."

"Please, don't say that, because if you really meant it, you wouldn't have to say it to prove it, instead you'd show it you make me believe it."

"I-i-i can prove it, I can show it, please, just stay with me, don't leave. I-i-i need you, please I'm begging you, give me another chance to show you how much I lo-"

"I want to, I really want to give you another chance, but I don't think I can. I've been hurt far too many times by second chances. I really wanna believe you, I want to love you. I want to be with you, but I'm not going to stay with you if it causes me pain, I can't say I wasn't happy with you, because I was, I really did enjoy being with you. But, it's time for me to let go, the song has stopped and the dance has ended."

I said as I hugged him tight and burry my face on his neck, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly, hoping that if he held me tight enough I won't go.

"Please, I can show you happiness, I ca-"

"I know you can, and you have, but. It's time for you to show it to another."

I said as I pulled back, looking at his face that is now red and tear stained, his eyes red and hair a mess.

"It's time I go, it's very late, you should sleep."

I said as I pulled away and went to collect my suitcase and bag.

"One more night, please?"

He asked me pleadingly, hoping I will cave in if he asked me with the way he looks, like a broken man who lost everything.

"I c-can't."

I said as I put on my bag and grabbed my suitcase, and making my way towards the door. I tried to avoid him, to avoid his hands that were reaching out for me. I walked out of the bedroom and onto the living room, looking around one last time to see if I missed anything. With one last inhale and exhale, I made my way towards the main door and went out, I looked back to close the door to see a broken Charles looking at me with sad pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry Charles, I guess I was only another character in your book."

#x male reader #x reader #y/n #gay #formula 1 #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #bottom male reader #charles leclerc x m!reader #charles leclerc x male reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc

[do-it-jakey-baby]

An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: language, physical violence, mentions of agoraphobia (I think that’s it, sorry if there’s more!)

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @torniturntomyarrow

Sorry, no smut in this one! But I promise there’s more juicy content around the corner. 😉

Chapter 3

3.6k word count

You froze solid as her words sunk in.

You’re trending.

Everyone thinks you’re Jake Kiszka’s new girlfriend.

Your world seemed to spin at a nauseating pace. You could hear your best friend still speaking to you on the other end of the phone but her words fizzled into the abyss. Your fingers frantically darted across the screen of your phone as you searched across social media, finding your face plastered across every site, every Greta Van Fleet hashtag. You were there in every nook, cranny and corner of the fandom. People were asking the same questions. Who is she? Does anyone know her? Where did she come from? Is she British? Is she Jake Kiszka’s girlfriend? Is she nice?

“Y/N!! Hello?!” You hear blaring from your outstretched palm.

“Katrina, what the fuck is happening?!” You babbled, barely fighting back the sob that was threatening to bubble up from your chest. All of the commotion had Jake running back into the room, his eyes wide and hands flailing.

“Y/N, what is it? Are you ok?”

You put your phone on speaker. “Kat, please, you tell him. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Uhh… ok, I’m guessing that’s Jake with you? Hi, Jake. I’m Katrina, Y/N’s best friend.”

“Hi, Katrina. Yeah, it’s Jake. What the fuck is going on?”

“You might want to see for yourself, my guess is if you check any of your social media accounts it’ll be there ready and waiting.”

Jake scoured the floor to find his jeans and retrieved his phone from the pocket. Unlocking the screen, he clicked into an app and sighed. He knew this all too well, anyone who got even remotely close to one of the band members was dissected by their fanbase almost instantaneously.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I should have known better before asking you to get in the picture with us earlier.”

You were still in a state of shock, going from a nobody to a somebody within the space of 24 hours was eating away at you. You’d never experienced anything like this before, you always faded into the crowd. You rarely received attention and you kinda liked it that way.

“What happens now?” You speak up, your voice meek and raspy.

“I’ll call the guys, but it’s not a big deal. Shit like this blows over, it’s not a controversy. Danny has a lot of female friends, he’s well versed in this.”

“Ok, in your world it might not be a big deal, but it is in mine. I am a nobody from a small town in South England, Jake. Now my face is all over the internet!” You throw yourself down onto the bed in frustration, hiding your face in the peaks of the duvet.

“If it helps, babe, most people are just commenting on how pretty you are.” Kat chimes in. You’d almost forgot she was still on the phone.

“I’ll leave you to it, but I want you to call me ASAP and fill me in. I want to know how the hell you managed to meet our favourite band. Sorry, Jake, but a girl needs the deets.”

“I understand. Well, hey, I’m sure we could arrange something so that you get to meet your favourite band too.” Jake chuckled.

“I’ll take that as payment for holding my best friend captive for the last 24 hours, Kiszka. Y/N, I’ll call tomorrow. Love you, bye.”

Jake sat beside you and placed a gentle hand on your back. You let out an exaggerated groan and lifted your face up to look at him.

“Make all of your accounts private, if they aren’t already. It’ll blow over, angel.”

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and handed you the damp washcloth.

“Thank you, but I actually just think I’ll jump in the shower, if that’s ok?”

“Of course, angel. I’ll go warm it up for you.” He squeezed your thigh and moved to the bathroom. You heard him flip the water on, the sound of it splashing down onto the shower tray instantly soothing you. It was just what you needed, you longed to feel the steam on your face and wash away the stress you’d ensued over the complete bomb your best friend had dropped onto your life. Yeah, maybe you were overreacting, but the thought of your face being burnt into every fan’s memory was filling you with dread. You began to sweat again, pulling yourself back into a panic, but just as you started slipping Jake was there again. The comfort of his presence lulled you back into a feeling of security. He grounded you, and that was a difficult thing for anyone to do, let alone a man you’d known for a mere 48 hours. He took your hand and guided you off the bed, pressing it against the small of your back and drawing you in. His other hand manoeuvred to cup your jaw and he captured you in a kiss that was sweeter than honey. You were falling under his spell so quickly, you hadn’t even realised the extent yet.

“Mind if I join you?”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” You breathed, grasping at his hair as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

~

You and Jake spent the entire week together. You’d made passing comments about how you were intruding on his time with his band and should probably get going, but he was having none of it and always insisted you stayed. You couldn’t help the incessant intrusive thoughts from bouncing off every corner of your brain.

Why would he want to spend time with me?

Surely I’m just something to pass the time?

He’s going to get bored of me soon and move onto the next girl…

But each time, he silently proved you wrong. You’d never experienced intimacy like this. He was so attentive to your every need, always making sure you were comfortable, thinking about even the smallest of details. He had learnt so much about you and continuously surprised you with how much he absorbed. He knew your favourite bubble tea place that was tucked away secretly behind the bustling streets, and that your go-to was the honeydew melon milk tea (soy milk, you were lactose intolerant), light ice, semi-sweetness, with lychee popping bubbles. He knew you struggled in public and had previously battled with agoraphobia. He knew all the right places to touch you and could turn you into a whining, shaking mess at the snap of his fingers. He was unlike any other man you’d met before and any other man you’d ever meet again. The feelings that you felt after your week together were terrifying, because you knew he could disappear at the drop of a hat and all of the walls you’d meticulously built up over time would come crashing down around you, crushing you under the rubble and burying you alive. The unknown left you feeling nauseous with crippling anxiety. You liked control, craved it. If you were in control, the only person who could hurt you, was you. But here you were, your fragile heart entirely in the hands of another being.

On his last evening in London before they left for Dublin, Kat invited them over to her flat for dinner. You had joined her early to help her prep, your hands shaking as you chopped the tomatoes.

“Y/N, dude. Will you chill, please? I don’t fancy a trip to A&E tonight because you’ve severed your finger.” She rolls her eyes and places her hand on top of yours, signalling for you to put the knife down.

“But I want to help! You can’t do everything Katrina, even if you’d prefer that I wasn’t in your way.” You giggle at her, picking the tea towel up off the side to wipe your hands.

“Yeah you’re right, get the fuck out of my kitchen before you burn the place down.” She winks. You ball the tea towel up in your hands and throw it at her, it landing on her head, draping over her face.

“You have 3 seconds to get out of my sight before I kick your ass.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll go and get ready. Call me if you need me.”

“I won’t!”

You walk away, chuckling to yourself. You loved your friendship with Kat. She was more like your sister than your best friend, the only person who was a constant in your life, and she held a special place in your heart. There wasn’t much room in there for anyone else, you’d closed yourself off from the world long ago. Too many disappointments, people came and went and you weren’t interested in temporary. You sat down at your vanity and stared at the reflection in the mirror. Did tonight have to come around so soon?

You’d just finished off your hair when you heard the doorbell chime. Standing up, you smoothed the front of your satin skirt and took a deep breath. As you opened the door you were greeted by 4 beaming faces.

“Y/N, you look positively radiant, my dear!” Josh’s voice rang out as he pushed to the front and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hi Josh.” You smiled into his curls.

One by one the boys greeted you with friendly embraces and entered the flat, until it was just you and Jake stood there.

“Hi, Angel.” He grinned, bending to press a kiss to your cheek. You turned your face and your hand found your way up into his hair as your lips crashed against his. Jake, seemingly taken aback by your forwardness, relaxed and melted into your kiss. His hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer into him.

“Miss me?” He teased, lips still pressed against yours. You pulled back, raising an eyebrow, before turning to make your way in. You hear him chuckle to himself softly.

“Thank you all so much for coming.” You address the room.

“It is our pleasure, thank you lovely ladies for hosting.” Sam replies. He’s over by the oven next to Kat, watching her intently as she stirs the sauce on the hob. Kat is probably one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen, her features are sharp and pixie-like, with big green eyes like pools of molten emerald. Her long, auburn hair is naturally curly and is styled in a half up-do. It’s not hard to see why Sam is hovering.

“So, Kat, how long have you been a fan?” Sam questions, leaning on the counter next to her.

“Who says I’m a fan?” She responds with a wink.

“I did!” Jake yells from the sofa.

“I never said who I was a fan of.” You think you can just about see Sam’s heart pounding in his chest, like something out of the Looney Tunes. The thought makes you snort on your drink, but you quickly re-direct the attention away.

“Who’s hungry? Kat’s made her family’s famous spaghetti.”

“And no, you may not have the recipe.” Kat smirks.

Everyone tucks in and you hear a symphony of slurps and mmms.

“Kat, where did you learn to cook like this? It’s amazing!” Danny asks.

“My Nonna is Italian, so she’s very strict about how my family cook. This recipe has been passed down through generations.”

“Jake is somewhat of a chef himself.” Josh offers, receiving a swift elbow to the ribs by Jake.

“I’m not that good!”

When everyone has finished eating and complimenting Kat on her culinary skills, Sam jumps up from the table to retrieve the dirty plates and carries them to the sink.

“Oh yeah, who are you trying to impress, Sam?” You probe.

His head snaps to look at you and his cheeks flush. “Uhh no, no one. Just being a helpful guest.” He grins sheepishly. Kat walks over to him, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s appreciated Samuel, thank you.” She places a quick kiss to his cheek and opens the dishwasher for him.

“Oooo Sam’s got a girlfriend!”You tease.

The evening seems to pass in a flash, everyone seeming to love Kat just as much as they love you. As they prepare to leave, Jake stands and clears his throat. You look at him in anticipation.

“So, as you know we’re continuing our tour in Dublin tomorrow, then we have another two UK venues before we head further South.” He pauses, glancing at the boys. “We’ve all been talking, and if you want to we’d love you to come to our last stop in Europe.” You stand, wide-eyed, wondering if you’ve heard him correctly.

“Your last show is in Portugal.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, everything would be taken care of. Your flights, hotel, tickets and VIP passes.”

“Jake, that’s too much.”

“Y/N, we’ve made two fantastic friends this week. We want you to be there.” Josh smiles, placing his hand over yours that you didn’t event realise was nervously clawing into your knee. Kat looks over at you and nods. She runs her own business so is free to to clear her schedule, and you’re currently in between jobs and in the meantime have been helping her out with admin and other ‘tedious shit’ she has no care for.

“Ok.” You breathe. The lads whoop and cheer around you, pulling you both into a group hug. Danny pulls out his phone and gathers you round, flipping his camera to the front and yelling “Say cheese!”. Jake loops his arms around your waist as you all huddle together to get into the frame. Just as Danny presses the button to take the photo, Sam plants a kiss onto Kat’s cheek.

“Mind if I post this to my story?” Danny asks.

“Yeah, fuck it. My face is everywhere now anyway.” You laugh. Kat nods her approval and the photo is uploaded. You all say your goodbyes and Jake lingers by the door, his face sombre.

“Hey, you’ll see me in two weeks.” You place a hand on his cheek.

“Two weeks too long.” He huffs, lacing his fingers between yours. You stand there for a few moments, soaking up the last moments with him for a while. He caresses your cheek and captures you in a tender kiss. The world seems to slow to a stop and it’s just you and Jake in that moment, nothing else matters but him. Jake Jake Jake.

He pulls away, eyes filled with sorrow. “Goodbye, angel. Take care of yourself. I’ll message you every day.”

“Bye, Jake.” The door shuts and then he’s gone. You sink down to the floor, warm tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your hands.

Why are you crying? Sort yourself out, woman!

Kat’s footsteps echo down the hall and she finds a space on the floor next to you, wrapping her arms around you.

“Hey, you just think about us tearing it up in Portugal. None of that, please.” She gestures to your tear streaked face and hands. “I’m going to the shop to pick up some tequila, god knows you need it tonight. We’ll stick on a shitty movie and talk about all the carnage we’ll create, they’ll never invite us anywhere again after this.” She laughs and you join in, always finding her playfulness infectious.

“I’ll be back before you can say ‘I miss my rockstar boyfriend’”.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You smack her arm, then allow her to pull you off the floor. You plod into the bathroom and remove your makeup, then slip into some cosy pyjamas and settle down onto the sofa. A few moments pass and you hear a knock at the door. Chuckling to yourself, you assume Kat has forgotten her keys for the millionth time, so begin making your way to the front door.

“When will you learn to-”

Your blood runs cold at the sight before you.

“Connor, what the fuck are you doing here?” Your ex-boyfriend stands there, disheveled and reeking of cheap vodka and cigarettes.

“What the fuck are you doing? Not just giving it out to any randomer like the filthy slut you are. You’re fucking Jake Kiszka?!”

“It’s none of your fucking business who I’m fucking!”You huff.

The fury bubbling from within him is evident, he’s shaking in blind rage with his fists balled at his sides, knuckles white.

“How long have you been fucking him? You’ve always oozed groupie mentality, you disgusting whore. I’m sure he’s just using you for an easy lay.” He spits.

“Get the fuck out of here you freak! What you’re stalking me now?! You don’t own me, Connor!”

He charges into the door, knocking you down in the process. As he lunges forwards, two men walking past spot the commotion and run to pull him off you. They throw him onto the pavement outside and he shuffles to his feet before fleeing the scene.

“Are you ok, love?”

You can’t even respond, your whole body wracking with sobs as they roll from deep within your chest.

“Y/N, what the fuck?! What’s happened?!” Kat screeches from across the road, her arms littered with shopping bags.

You zone out as the two men explain what they witnessed. How had your evening taken this much of a turn? In your trance you’re being lifted and placed into your bed. Kat thanks the men and sees them out, then crawls into bed behind you and holds you, stroking your hair gently until you cry yourself to sleep.

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[erwinscrybaby]

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤.

nsfw. male character x f!reader. implied ddlg kinda relationship, ropes and knots, i did not put too much effort onto it sorry and of course i wrote it with him in mind :)

The rope dragged along your skin and scratched as you walked. Neck, collarbone, breast, waist, the high of your thighs. Of course, it was a little uncomfortable, but you had no choice. You decided to act like a brat yesterday night and it obviously brought to you a punishment. Oh, yes, a punishment. How long since the last time you forced Daddy to punish you? Months, you are sure. But then yesterday happened and there you were.

Every step you took reminded you of how cursed was that exact time. Why were you drunk, why were you so honest? Why weren’t you able to simply shut up and apologize? You had to mock, laugh at the fact his knot wasn’t so tight on your wrists. Like a stupid ungrateful bitch, like Daddy said (and he is always right), you decided to play with him when he only wanted to take care of you and feel you good and obedient to him after a long and stressful day.

He could have told you to get on your knees and fuck your face until your mouth hurt. He could have made you beg him to fuck you, regardless you were needy. He should, oh, have told you to stop, dress up and taken you back to your parents’ home. Devolution. Bye, bye, baby.

Instead, he pretended not to be bothered about your words. Daddy even would joke about it with you, even though his face was tensed and unhappy—which you didn’t even notice. He continued to worship your body, he did as he pleased and also attended to your wishes. Slept by your side, holding your hand.

But then the night was over and the punishment came. First, no breakfast. “You’ll have to do it alone, babe.” Second, no ride to the university. “I can’t take you there, babe. You’ll go by bus, okay?” Third, instructions. “Take a bath and I expect to get here and see you naked and ass up.”

Oh. Sure, you became upset about it, but decided not to test him (he looked a little pissed off since he woke up) and went to the bed right after the shower. A few minutes later he was there too, with many meters of blue shibari ropes and a serious expression on his handsome face.

Daddy did not ask how you were feeling, if it was too tight or too loose. He tied you up like he pleased, focused on making sure every single time of your small walk to the bus stop would be a great reminder of how you should not mock on his knots. How could he tie you up properly if you wouldn’t stop for a second? But, either way, you would miss the loose rope of yesterday soon. “Do not touch it until I do. I am the only one who can untie and if you do it, I’ll be very disappointed”, he used the d word, catching your attention. You did not want to disappoint him anymore. Oh. But then the walk.

You were hungry. But the good cafeteria was on the opposite side of the bus stop. Going grab something to eat would not only get you late, but also make you walk at least 300 meters more than the necessary, twice. And those specific knots between your legs, so close to your clit, would make you cry a little, you were sure.

But starving.

But afraid you would moan to the waiter.

But oh, their pain au chocolat was delicious.

But. But. But.

No food. You crossed the streets, entered the bus. It was so full of people that you felt the damn rope against you in ways you didn’t know were possible. Bite lips, exhale hard. The fifteen-minutes ride felt like an entire hour. The knot finally got to scratch on your clit. You cried. Tears down your face. You held your phone. Cried a little bit more.

you: when can i see you today?

dd: feeling good?

you: wanna take it off. asap.

dd: oh. do you?

dd: i’ll pick you up around 8pm. :)

A smile. A sigh. He’s mean.

#aot smut #snk smut #snk x reader #erwin smut #erwin x you #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 

Chapter 2

Critical Hit

The Vibe:

She's a Rainbow-The Rolling Stones

I lie awake in bed, on my back and limbs sprawled out like a starfish; thinking about last night's strange series of events.

Fucking sorcerers. They're just damn wizards without hats.

"Strange people," I say out loud to myself, "Yukio, we're gonna go into the city today," I say out loud waiting for her to come to me. I feel her jump up on me and rest in my lap; I pet her and continue, "We'll go for a walk, maybe stop at our favorite ice cream shop. How does that sound?" Yukio wiggles her tale and licks my hand in excitement.

I get up and begin my morning routine feed Yukio, eat 2 bananas, shower, brush my teeth, and throw some loose curls in my hair. The great thing about Japan's winter months is that I can wear my hair down without frizz-altering humidity. I'll throw some box braid in a few months to prepare for the summer heat.

I walk to my closet and hold my hand out feeling for the tags on my hung-up outfits. Each outfit is put together and hung in garment bags along with a shoe that matches; Each bag has a permanent tag written in brail so I can tell which is which. I have a personal shopper who specializes in helping the blind; she comes in and organizes my closet every once in a while, occasionally swapping out old outfits for new ones.

I find the label of one outfit,

Chunky black leather ankle boots| Stone-washed, high-waisted capri jeans Forest green knitted long-sleeve halter tank top Long black overcoat

I'm 25 now and it's been about 10 years since I lost my sight, I can barely remember what colors look like, and my memories have faded a bit. I told my shopper to pick whatever and that,

'I'm blind but I still wanna look hot

I get dressed and grab my sling bag with my essentials, wallet, keys, and my foldable cane and pack my bag; as well as leash up Yukio and begin our walk. We do our usual stroll in the city walking past several markets and shops and listening to people laugh and gossip like no one is listening. It was a nice little hour and a half of constant eavesdropping; some people watch the Kardashians I go and ear hustle the streets.

We stop at the ice cream shop and I decided to just get a vanilla milkshake and grab Yukio a puppy cone to enjoy. We sit outside the shop on a bench enjoying our cold treats when my phone vibrates and begins to speak a text to me,

TEXT FROM KAI

Hey boss, can you stop by and sign for delivery? They are refusing to release our product until the owner signs off.

DO YOU WANT TO REPLY?

"Yes," I say

REPLY NOW

"I'm about a 10 min walk away, be there asap"

ARE YOU READY TO SEND IT?

"Yes" I reply

I put my phone back in my bag and stand up, "Come on Yukio gotta stop by work real quick" I say to her as we navigate to my restaurant.

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When I arrive I hear Kai arguing with the delivery boy in the foyer of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry it's a part of our new policy," the boy says

"You think you could have notified us first? Our owner is blind she needs to know these things ahead of time"

"Kai," I say, "Thank you, I can take it from here. Wait out here with Yukio for me?

"Yes ma'am," he says before taking Yukio's leash

I walk into the building and throw my customer service voice on, "Hi how can I help you?" I ask

"Are you the owner?" he asks

"I am"

"I thought the owner was blind"

"Well, that was incredibly ignorant." I say pulling out my cane for a little bit of flair, "Is this better?"

The delivery boy clears his throat and hands me a clipboard and a pen, "I'm sorry ma'am, can you please sign for this?"

"Yes," I say taking the pen and board, "Can you guide me where to sign?" he takes my hand with the pen and places it on the board prompting me to sign there.

"Where should I unload these?"

"Take them to the kitchen, Kai will guide you, and for now on Kai can sign off on these. Thank you" I say before walking out "All taken Care of, you now have the authorization to sign off," I say holding my hand out for Yukio's leash.

Kai places the leash in my hand, "Thank you, boss, sorry for the inconvenience"

"It's no problem, honestly. The delivery boy is going to unload in the kitchen, you got it from here?"

"Yes ma'am! Have a great day!" he says before walking away inside

I let out a long sigh, before turning around and beginning to walk away.

I hear someone clear their throat from my side, "Excuse me Miss" a man says causing me to stop in my tracks and look at him, "Kiyotaka Ijichi. Gojo sent me to pick you up for your interview"

Gojo?

"Um?... What interview?" I ask

"The interview for the Combat Specialist position," he says a little nervous

Not this shit again

"I already turned down his little offer. The answer is no"

"Ma'am I-"

"You know what, call him please?" I politely demand

"Yes Ma'am" he obliges rather quickly.

The phone rings twice before Gojo Answers, "Gojo Mrs. Himari-"

I quickly take the phone from his and put it to my ear, "Gojo what the hell man"

"Heyyyy! Ari, what's up?"

"Don't play dumb, what weird shit is this? Why is there a man waiting for me outside my business, I could have sworn I told you no, did I not? "

"You did. Come on, at least come to the interview and check it out."

"Why? Why would I do that? I don't need a job"

"Because It'll be fun. You seem like you could use a little fun. I saw the way you fought it was natural for you, even with being blind. You can't tell me you aren't a little bored with your mundane life? I have a feeling you weren't always this 'humdrum'"

I scoff, "Oh whatever, don't pretend you know me, asshole."

"Come on, will it kill you to humor me?"

I hold my head back and rub my brow bone in frustration, "If I say yes will you leave me alone?"

"Yes," he says rather quickly

"Was that a lie?" I follow up

"Yes" he laughs

"Goodbye Gojo," I say before handing Ijichi the phone, "Hang up on his ass"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Take me to this damn interview" I sigh and check my attitude, "Please" I add

"Right away Ma'am," he says before opening a car door

"Yukio you first," I say. I hear her climb into the car and follow her.

Ijichi closes the door for me and climbs into the front seat, "Jujustu High is in the outskirts of Tokyo, we'll be about 20 min okay Ma'am"

"Okay, thank you," I lean my head on the cool window pain and relax for the short car ride.

----------------------------------------------- When we arrived I could smell the blossoming trees and fresh air. We must be near tons of trees and greenery. Ijichi leads me and Yukio through the halls of this supposed school; after a few more turns we stop and Ijichi opens up a door, "I have been instructed to go only this far. Please navigate yourself to your seat the principal will be with you shortly"

I bend down and unleash Yukio as well as pull out my cane, to help with the walk, "Thank you" I say before walking forward through this big room and eventually making my way into a seat with Yukio sitting beside me on the floor. There we wait for about 10min before I hear a large man walk through the room and sit behind the desk that rests in front of me.

"Himari Sanada?" he asks

"In the flesh" I dryly respond

"Principal Yaga, nice to meet you," he says, "Gojo says you're a natural fighter"

"I suppose, I am"

"How open are you to sparring with some of us?"

"You want me to fight you?"

"Yes, no point in getting further into the conversation until after I see your skills. The position is for combat not speech"

"Well, I'd really rather not. I have warded off senseless violence, Unless absolutely necessary."

"Is that because of your previous occupation?"

"Okay, so not only have I been stalked at my place of work, but you've also looked into my past. Don't get it twisted just because of what you read, you still know shit about me" I say showing my frustration

"I know you're the adopted daughter of former Yakuza boss Tonaka, at the ripe age of 6 you began training with your father, and by age 11 you were running point on missions for him, I know you lost sight due to a degenerative optic nerve condition at the age of 15 and that somehow you came out from that horrible fate stronger than ever. They called you Kokushibyō, the Black Death. You were a career criminal, an assassin"

"What are you getting at?" I dryly ask

"Mrs. Senada, every day these cursed spirits get worse and worse and jujutsu sorcerers are becoming even more of a rare breed. Last year the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, we lost nearly a hundred of our Sorcerers in that battle. As we raise the next class of fighters I see that they are lacking in hand-to-hand combat and weapons proficiency. Our children are dying, we need help."

I breathe in and cross my arms while rubbing my neck.

"I was almost hopeless and then I hear of a blind girl who was able to not only navigate her way through a curses pocket dimension but then went to kill said curse that she couldn't even see. You didn't have a cursed tool, which leads me to believe you have mounds of cursed energy within you. You seem like you want to live a good life, like a good person, and that you don't want to hurt anyone anymore and I want that for you but why let your skills waste away when you make good use of them?"

I sigh loudly and roll my eyes, "Fuck you for making me feel" I say in disgust, "If I agree, we do it my way, How many students?"

"Nine total, but we want you to focus on the first years for now; Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, & Nobara Kugisaki "

"Okay, who's currently in charge of teaching them?"

"Kento Nanami part-time grade 1 sorcerer, from time to time teaches hand to hand; took the time to personally train Yuji Itadori, who is probably the most skilled out of the three of them. As for weapons, Atsuya Kusakabe grade 1 sorcerer, and teacher here; skilled swordsman but no honor, he would 100% leave you behind if it meant saving his own skin."

"Noted." I stand up and dust my pants off and grab my cane, "Well if we are gonna do this, I'd like to fight the first years as well as Mr. Nanami."

"Why not Atsuya as well?" he asks

"Well from what you just told me, I've got a clear understanding of what kind of fighter and man he is. A coward and cowards are shit fighters" I respond. Yaga says nothing but laughs under his breath as stands leading me out of his office.

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He leads Yukio and me outside to what I assume is an open field by the feel of the grass under my feet. Eventually, we come to a stop and I hear a few familiar voices, "ARI!!!" I hear Gojo yell, "Are you ready to tussle?" He asks.

"Are you ready to shut the hell up?" I snarkily say. Next to him, I hear the smallest most hidden chuckle coming from Gojo's side.

"Ouch right in the heart, why don't you like me?" he asks fawning sweetness

"Because you're annoying" I laugh at him

"She's right," Nanami says, he must have been the one who chuckled

"Ari, glad you came!" Yuji says before hugging me

Fucking golden retriever

"Down boy." I laugh

"Sup," Nobara says, "You can't see him but our black cat is next to me. Say hi Megumi"

"Hi" The boy plainly says, "Is that your dog?" he says with a hint of excitement

"Hey, girl, nice to meet you Megumi, yes this is Yukio" I respond, "You can pet her". Megumi quickly takes me up and that offer and kneels down and pets her head.

I listen around me a little further and hear that there are a few other people there whose voices I don't recognize.

Principal Yaga speaks up, "Fushigoru, Itadori, & Mrs. Kugisaki front and center." he commands. The three take their time making their way to the center of the field near Yaga. "You three one at a time will fight Mrs. Senada. The match will be over once one of you are unable to continue."

"No need for one at a time, all at once is fine" I chime in folding my cane away and taking off my coat, and placing them on the ground with my sling bag; I begin to approach the others, stopping when I stand in front of the first years.

"Okay, then you heard her," Yaga says walking away, "You may begin"

"Umm this doesn't seem fair," Megumi says a little unsure, "You're blind and it's three against one"

"Worry about yourself," I say, "attack when you're ready"

The Vibe:

Swamp Bitches-Doechii, Rico Nasty

We all stand there for a few minutes, I hear them contemplate and whisper amongst themselves

"Itadori, you bulldoze and rush ahead, you've got the strength for it, Kugisaki and I all will come around the sides"

I'm sure they think I can't hear them.

"On the count of the 3. 1..2..3!"

Itadori quickly approaches throwing several punches, I manage to bob and weave between his attempts and block his last hit with my forearm, which hurt like hell; he's definitely got the strength and the speed but he's sloppy as hell. While blocking his hit with my arm I take my free hand and punch him in the side causing Itadori to topple over in pain; I finish him off with a right hook and he falls to the ground.

Finally making her move, I feel Kugisaki come up behind me and try to restrain my wrists; while she was focused on my hands I took the opportunity to knock my head back hitting her in the face. She let go suddenly in pain and I swiftly back kicked her in the stomach.

I hear Fushigoru rush toward me and decide to run towards him head-on; just as we were about to meet I used the momentum from the dash to drop kick him in the chest knocking him back to the ground. From the force of my kick, I fall down too but quickly recover rolling back and making my way to my feet.

Taking a second to assess the situation, I listen and hear Itadori sound asleep, I must have knocked him out. Kugisaki is on the ground trying to stand back up but not finding the strength in her legs. Lastly, I focus on Fushigoru and hear him coughing and gasping for air.

"Your reflexes are shit," I say out loud, "Your sight is a privilege that you take advantage of and you underestimated my strength. Lots to learn," I say that last bit under my breath. I go over to Fushigoru and bend down to him, he still wheezing, I put my hand on his chest, "Calm yourself and Breathe" I say as I breathe in deeply and out slowly encouraging him to do it with me. He does and eventually, he calms down a bit, "You and Nobara most likely have bruised ribs, take it easy and go help her up" I say standing up and holding my hand out to help him up. He walks away holding his chest.

I make my way to Yuji and bend down to make sure he's okay, he's still fast asleep, "Yuji wake up" I said shaking him. After a few seconds of this, I give up, "Gojo come get your kid" I speak up a little louder, "He's not waking up any time soon; honestly, they all should go to an infirmary" I say

"I see why they called you the Black Death, quick and painful" Gojo says

That stings, I hate that fucking name

I think Yaga notices my uncomfortablity and quickly speaks up, "Gojo take your students to Shoko"

"WHAT! Why do I have to go, it's getting so good" Gojo protests

"Kugisaki and Fushigoru can't take Itadori to shoko they are clearly injured. Go and be responsible for once" Yaga plainly states

"Fine" Gojo says defeated before he basically throws Yuji over his shoulder and begins walking, "Come on you two" he says to Megumi and Nobara who follow behind.

"I thought we were friends Ari" Nobara says as she walks away

"We still are" I laugh and yell behind her.

"Alright Mr. Nanami, you're next" Yaga says

I hear him take a deep long sigh as he makes his way to the center of the field, "Lets make this quick, you know how I feel about overtime"

I softly laugh at his demeanor as I take my position on the field, "This should be good, You can start whenever" Yaga says

We stand there for several minutes sizing each other up and planning our first move, "I am a VERY patient girl and I promise you I'm not moving first 'Mr Overtime'." I say taunting him.

"Teasing me won't work. Considering one of my only friends is Gojo, I have HIGH threshold for nonsense." he quips back, "I want to go home so I suppose I'll I make the first move" He says before suddenly throwing a punch

I quickly block him but he's fast, he manages to sucker punch me in the stomach knocking me back a bit.

Fuck, he's got some strength

I hear Yukio begin to bark and growl, she thinks this is a real fight , "Yukio Stay" I command. Swiftly I recover not allowing myself to feel that pain. I advance towards him and throw a series of punches at him, starting with two at his stomach, two at his chest, and a upper cut to his face now knocking him back. I hear him grunt as he quickly regains his stance throwing a left hook in my side and his right to my face knocking me to the ground

Jesus fucking christ that hurts; I think he broke my nose, Clearly he's got speed and brute force. I need to be more agile and quick on my feet to keep up.

While down, I take the opportunity fuck with his head, "Oh god" I wine and moan, "You broke my nose you asshole; what the fuck" I begin to cry real tears (Low key does really fucking hurt).

Nanami instantly regrets his actions and comes near me to offer a helping hand, "Shit are you okay? I knew we shouldn't have done this; i was afraid you would get hur-" he says before I punch him in throat cutting him off. He instinctively grabs his neck gasping for air; I stand up over him and side kick him in the face knocking him down to the ground.

I feel my nose bleeding down my face, so i back up a few paces and swipe the blood off my face and wipe my hands in the grass, "Get up" I say before I take my hands and placing them on both sides of my nose before I quickly break my nose back in place, "Fuck me that hurts" I yell.

I hear Nanami groan and struggle to get back up, eventually he stands back and begins to speak, "That was a shitty cheap trick" he says with a raspy voice

"That was shitty is that you came into this fight thinking it was an easy win. I'm a fighter in my own right treat me like one." I say holding my hands up a defensive position.

Nanami rushes me and throws a few more punches, this time with less focus; he is pissed, "Your anger is making you sloppy" I say before grabbing his punch and twisting his wrist as I swing my legs around his neck using my weight and his to pull us down hard to the ground. I soften my land with body and quickly crawl up him resting my legs on his upper arms pinning him down and for extra measure I have a hand around his neck and my other ready to knock him unconscious if he moves, "Do you concede?" I ask. He says nothing but uses what mobility he can and taps my leg with his hand.

I take the hint and release him and roll off of him and eventually stand up. I offer a hand to him to help him up; I can tell he's hesitating, so I gesture again for him to take my hand and eventually he does. I help him stand up, this is the first time I've been this close to him and actually let myself be aware of his height and how he towers over me.

He smells so nice, like evergreen trees and lemons

"Good fight" he says to me bringing me back from my inner thoughts. Eventually he lets go of my hand and for some reason I'm a little saddened by that. Yukio makes her way to me and begs at my feet. I bend down and pick her up and reassuring that i'm okay.

"I've seen enough" Yaga says pulling both of our attentions, "You've got the job if you want it"

"I'll take it" I say, "You have me Mondays and Wenesdays for hand to hand training. Fridays for weapons and Sundays will be open to staff who want extra training. I own a restaurant so my Tuesdays and Thursdays will be dedicated to that unless discussed beforehand and Saturdays are for me."

"Deal" Yaga says, "Welcome to Jujustu High"

#JJk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #nanami #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #yuji #itadori #nobara #fushiguro #tojo #sukuna #nanamin #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami smut #black girl oc #blackgirl #jjk fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[11-4804tpx]

lying in bed with the blinds drawn mid work day... bringing back the teenage depression priv blog.... the to do list encroaches... theoretically have a gp authorised week off work but too anxious to use it........ what else is new !! I'm digging myself further and further into this self defeating hole. and it's not so hard, god, it's really not so hard, but it all feels impossible. not on an abstract level just on the level of like, tidying, cooking, showering, going outside, removing tampons, drinking water, replying to messages, getting dressed. could have cried in my appointment this morning, almost did. i really just felt bad for him though even as he was trying to palm my problems off to someone else ("just keep calling lifeline!") and get me out of his office asap i just thought oh what a nice man trying to do his job and live his life. what am i bothering him for. and i almost appreciated the lack of sympathy. made it feel more like a health condition and less like a tragedy that's befallen me. I'm afraid - of how much I need my messed up family, how much I need praise and love and attention. I'm trying so hard to be normal, or at least seem normal, to andy especially, and increasingly I just feel like I should leave him alone to be happy and unbothered and fancy free. I can't stop smoking and that's a whole thing also. can't make myself eat like a normal human for a single day either. it's really not all so fucking hard I just need to, like, wash my hair and eat my salad that I meal prepped lifetimes ago when I still meal prepped and go for a run and clear my desk and just sit down and methodically get through everything but god I just can't I can't I can't. I'm not anywhere near as unhappy as i was, maybe not unhappy at all, but I'm fucking losing my mind. and I can't tell anyone anything anymore.

[jemmo]

my sister watches bad buddy - ep 2

- ppl that can just get right out of bed after their alarm goes off are unhinged

- no one looks in the mirror and is that happy with themselves

- how can he just leave the house like that and not shower??

- i like the one in red hes cute (re. mo)

- they’re really doing all this just so that they don’t run into each other?? how about they just calm the fuck down

- (re. the scene in the toilet cubicle) dude things are getting homoerotic

- pran spotting that camera so that he knows not to make out in front of it.

  pat: but i wanna kiss youuuuu

  pran: *dragging him behind the bus stop* i know, come here then

- pran: what are you? my boyfriend?  my sister: yes, obviously

- is he just eating a huge chicken nugget?? bc mood

- pat is so unhinged. he’s like ‘look someone gave me a drink and a little note, this is the love of my life. no i’ve never spoken to or seen this person but they’re obsessed with me’

- but pran is a dumpling, confirmed

- pran: but he’s a dude  his friends: so what??  pran: fair, i am gay

- pat rlly said new song and then just talked about chicken. he’s a man after my own heart

- pat my dear, you cannot stare at someone that long without it being gay

- pat: i’m gonna play it cool  also pat: doesn’t stop giving food with cheesy love notes

- also pat flirts by giving food?? he rlly is a man after my own heart

- lol they rlly saw each other and were like “dude you’re ruining my date” “dude you’re ruining my gay date” DUDES YOU ARE THE DATE

- pran was really about to waddle his way out of that situation asap

- “the one you’re waiting for is me” ahhhhhh i see what they did there

- lol they’re really doing the whole ‘you flirted with me how embarrassing’ ‘you flirted with me first’ thing

- mr pran!!!!! pat just went ‘hmm i know you’re a gay’ and pran yeeted out of there

- why do i feel like if we saw wai getting bullied from his pov it’d be like the start of a disney channel movie where the picked on outcast takes down the queen bee

- wai: im so pissed i need to get this off my chest  pran: cool story tell it to this guy im busy  he’s such a mood

- pat if you keep on treating ppl like this pran is gonna kill you bc you wont have enough money for dates

- why does pat stand like a pregnant women (re. THE pat with hand on hip pose)

- “were going to get caught one day” oooooohhhh foreshadowing

- pat rlly said who is disrupting me and my husband having a domestic

- *chanting* pls let him hide in the closet!! pls let him hide in the closet!!

- pat wasn’t there to put his hand over prans mouth so he did it himself why do i find that so cute??

- nooooo dont get tense dont be sad pran lets not

- THEY TRANSFERRED HIM?? FOR THAT??? WTF???

- i dont enjoy this why do they both have to feel bad for being friends??

- and think of all the gay high school shenanigans this ruined

- wow that was the most longing stare i’ve ever seen (me in my head: bitch you aint seen nothing yet)

- he rlly knew where pran was. pat stalker confirmed

- pat: *trying to be nice*  pran: im gonna be a menace about this

- pran: fight me 😡  pran 5 seconds later: don’t fight me 🥺

- woah things got homoerotic real fast!!!

- tickling as foreplay i like their style

- pran rlly looked down at pat in that moment like fuck... i could destroy him

- pran yeeting so hard out of a compromising situation he nearly falls over

- bickering as foreplay i like their style

- 👀👀 things 👀👀 happened in that elevator i know it

- these guys rlly need to calm the fuck down they’re ruining pat and pran’s makeout spot

- well that just created so many unnecessary problems

(ep 1)

#made by jemmo #bad buddy #bad buddy series #wow even i forgot how fun ep 2 is #i feel like its so overlooked bc all the other eps are just insane #but like god i love this period of them tentatively putting down their guards and just talking #its so fun #also id like you all to know that after the ep she had a 30 minute rant about a patpran ABO AU #and she'd like you to know that pran is an alpha and pat is an omega #which... nice choice #and she still rlly rlly rlly likes pat #which i couldve guessed from 5 seconds of watching pat hes so her favourite type of person #malewife himbo energy with a lot of sincerity and feelings and a sunny smile

[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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[bibbawrites]

Birthday Boy - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (SMUT 18+)

Request: birthday smut for charlie // sex in a pool or bathtub with Charlie

Word Count: 1827 words

Summary: It’s Charlie’s birthday and to celebrate you book a weekend away in a hotel for the two of you, and you’re determined to make it the best weekend away ever

Warnings: smut (duh), swearing, dirty talk, shower sex, skinny dipping, dick riding, unprotected sex (always use protection!!)

A/N: I think I might do a part two of this one, i have a couple of ideas that work well with a request so let me know if you’re interested in a part 2 sorry for any errors, it’s currently 4am and i’m half asleep but i wanted to get this out asap :) 

also this is kinda a double smut lol enjoy! 

“Oh no way, we have our own private pool!” Charlie exclaimed as the two of you entered the suite you would be calling home for the next two days. 

It was Charlie’s birthday the following day, and as a present to him you booked a weekend holiday at the fanciest hotel you could afford, so that the two of you could have some one on one bonding and relaxing time. 

“I thought it would be nice for a late night swim.” You replied, winking at him. He smirked, clearly understanding what you were implying. 

“It’s a good thing I brought my swimmers along then.” Charlie said, placing his bag onto the bed. “Although by the look on your face I probably won’t be needing them.” 

You laughed. 

“It’s a private pool Char. The perfect opportunity for a bit of skinny dipping.” You copied his movements of placing your bag on the bed. “Now, should we unpack and have a quick shower before going to eat dinner? It seems like it’s getting late.” 

You checked the time on your phone. Almost 5pm already. 

“That sounds like a plan. I can book us somewhere for dinner while you shower if you want?” Charlie suggested. You rolled your eyes. 

“I meant shower together.” You said, putting emphasis on the word together. 

“Oh, well, in that case.” Charlie took a step towards you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you flush against his body. “We better unpack quickly then.” 

His breath was hot on your lips and your heart skipped a beat. Even though you and Charlie had been together for almost three years, you never got used to the feeling of him being so close to you. Your eyes met his and you lent in, closing the gap between your lips, groaning slightly as Charlie bit on your bottom lip. 

“We have to unpack.” You managed to stutter out between kisses. Charlie pulled away, sighing quietly. 

“Fine.” 

 It took you less than ten minutes to unpack your clothes and pick out an outfit that was nice enough for dinner, but not too fancy. Armed with your toiletries and your outfit you headed into the small bathroom, smiling to yourself when Charlie followed, hot on your heels. 

You placed your clothes on the closed toilet lid, and your toiletries bag down on the bench, unzipping it to find your body wash, deciding to unpack the rest of the supplies later, before turning to Charlie. 

“So...” You began. He grinned, throwing his clothes on top of yours quickly, before pulling you back in, connecting your lips in a mess of slow and sensual kisses, bodies pressed against each other, quiet moans at the pleasure. 

Charlie pulled away to strip down, before turning the water in the shower on to hot, but not hot enough to burn the two of you. You followed his lead, pulling your own clothes off as Charlie wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck, surely leaving a mark that you would have to try to hide the next day. 

By this point the water was hot and you stepped into the shower cubicle, thankful that it was big enough for the both of you to fit in. 

“What do you want?” Charlie asked, taking a step forward as you took a small step back, your back pressing against the wall.

“I want you to touch me.” You whispered. Charlie nodded, connecting your lips again, his hands roaming your body, sending chills throughout your body despite the fact that you were standing under hot water.

You moaned into Charlie’s mouth, desperate for more contact. He pulled away with a cheeky grin.

“Now what?” He asked, his lips barely touching yours.

“Charlie.” You whined, and Charlie smirked, pulling your body flush against his, his hard dick rubbing against your leg, turning you on even more.

“Tell me what you want princess.” He whispered.

“You.” You replied, and before you knew what was happening Charlie had lifted you and pinned you against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning at the feeling of his bare skin on yours.

“You want me to fuck you?” Charlie asked, his lips on your neck again.

“Please.” You managed to stutter out. In one swift movement Charlie shifted you so that his dick was lined up with your hole and you moaned. 

“Hurry up Charles.” You groaned and he grinned, sliding into you slowly. Once he was fully in he paused, giving you a moment to adjust. When you indicated that he was good to move he started thrusting slowly. 

You moaned, tangling your fingers through his wet hair and pulling his head down to kiss you as he thrusted. 

“God you feel good.” He murmured against your lips, causing your stomach to flutter. He sped up the pace, your kisses getting sloppier as the two of you reached your peaks. 

“I’m gonna...” You stuttered out. Charlie moaned. 

“Me too baby.” He replied. He lent his head down, biting into your shoulder which sent you over the edge. You came with a gasp, Charlie quickly following suit as your walls clenched around his dick, filling you up with his cum. 

Gently he pulled out of you and lowered you to the ground, and you grabbed onto him, your legs slightly shaky. You could feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs, which you tried to ignore, knowing the thought would turn you on again and you still had to have dinner. 

“We should probably shower, eh.” Charlie spoke softly and you nodded, not moving. Charlie grinned, reaching for your peppermint scented body wash, squeezing some onto his hands, before rubbing the soap all over your body. 

“I’m never gonna shower alone again.” You said as Charlie moved to let the water rinse the soap off you. 

“Lazy.” Charlie laughed and you fake gasped. 

“How dare you, I am not lazy. I just love having my gorgeous boyfriend do everything for me.” You retaliated. Charlie smiled, reaching for his own body wash and washing his body quickly before pulling you in for one last kiss. 

You reached past him and turned the water off, before stepping out of the shower and grabbing two towels, passing one to Charlie. 

You dried off and got dressed in silence, and when he was ready Charlie turned to you. 

“I’ll go find us somewhere to eat.” He told you and you nodded. He left the bathroom and you finished getting ready, applying a thin layer of foundation and a little bit of mascara and deciding that was good enough. You decided to let your hair air dry, not feeling like messing around with the hair dryer. 

Satisfied with your appearance you headed out of the bathroom to find Charlie sat on the bed, messing around on his phone. 

“Did you find somewhere?” You asked. He looked up, nodding. 

“There’s an Indian restaurant across the street that has really good reviews, and I called and they said we don’t need a reservation.” He told you. You grinned. 

“Sounds amazing, shall we go?” He nodded, and you quickly slipped on your shoes and grabbed your phone from the bed. Charlie held out his arm and you linked yours through it, and together you headed out for your dinner. 

Later that night the two of you were curled up on the bed, a movie playing quietly in the background. You glanced towards the pool, an idea forming in your head. 

“Hey Char...” You started, and he looked up, his eyes meeting yours. 

“What’s up?” He asked. You bit your lip. 

“Wanna go for a swim?” His eyes lit up, and he nodded, watching as you stood up and pulled your pyjamas off, leaving you completely naked. 

“Come on.” You said, walking across the room and outside to the pool and stepping in. “The water’s fine.” 

Charlie hopped out of bed, pulling his tracksuit pants off, leaving him naked too, as he hurried outside to join you. He slipped into the pool next to you, sitting down on the step in the water and you grinned. 

“By the way...” You started, glancing at the large clock on the wall. You paused for a moment before continuing. “Happy birthday.” 

Charlie grinned, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. After a moment you pulled away, a cheeky smirk on your face. 

“Do you want your present now?” You asked, biting down on your lip again. His eyes darkened with lust as he nodded. You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and lent in to kiss him. 

Your lips connected and you instantly felt at home, bodies pressed against each other, a mess of wandering hands and tongues. You ran your hands through Charlie’s hair and he moaned. 

“Wanna ride you.” You muttered against his lips and he nodded, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and you moaned, allowing him access to slip his tongue into your mouth again. You shifted slightly, the both of you gasping at the sensation of your crotches brushing together. 

“Can I ride you now?” You asked and he nodded, helping you get into position. You gasped as you sunk down on him, your body adjusting to having Charlie in you for a second time within a few hours. 

After a brief pause you slowly lifted yourself up before dropping back down onto his cock, the two of you moaning in unison. 

“Fuck princess.” Charlie gasped. You repeated your actions. 

“Gonna make you feel good on your birthday Char.” You told him as you began to bounce steadily on his dick. He placed his hands on your hips, helping you set a quicker pace. 

“I love it when you ride me.” Charlie said, his eyes watching your boobs as they bounced. You grinned, speeding up again, watching his face for any of the tell tale signs that he was about to cum. His eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure and your stomach knotted up. 

“I’m close baby.” He warned, and you sped up again, water splashing around you. You lent closer to him, your lips grazing his ear. 

“You can cum for me Char, I want you to fill me up with you hot cum all over again.” You whispered and he moaned, releasing inside of you. The feeling of his cum filling you up was enough to send you over the edge, cumming all over his dick as you rode out your orgasms. You lifted your hips up one last time, sliding off his dick but staying in your position in his lap. 

“Happy birthday Charlie, I love you.” You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I love you too.” He replied, wrapping his arms around you. 

And there you stayed for the next few hours, just enjoying the skin to skin contact and the intimate feeling of each other.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie smut #charlie gillespie x reader #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms smut #reader insert

[sugakoni]

"it's all you."

(a/n): this was requested by @oyasumimosura! i had a blast writing this for the last couple of days, i am so sorry for the delayed response but life has been hectic. i hope this is good!!!

warnings: lots of swearing, some angst, mentions of death and karl being a full fledge simp.

pairing: karl heisenberg x fem!reader

word count: 9935

synopsis: you are the CEO of a very well known company in the United States. you decided to go on a week long vacation to some Eastern Mountain Range in Europe, and you went paragliding with your group. little did you know, this would be the start of something supernatural and unbeknownst to you. (THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BASED STORY. LOTS OF THIS STUFF KIND OF WONT MAKE SENSE TO CANONVERSE.)

story under the cut.

(note; this is unedited and i will probably not notice any errors in my writing for a bit. please do not make fun of me. i just wanted to get this out there ASAP.)

Tree branches snapped underneath the group's feet as they walked up the mountain, soft breaths leaving everyone as they continued their ascent. The frigid temperatures weren’t a bother to them, since they have done this before in even colder weather.

You were in the back, as you always were. You planned a one off trip for yourself to get away from the hectic life you had back in the city, your CEO position getting to your mind too much. This was the vacation you needed, and the group of people you paired yourself with decided to go paragliding off of a mountain that they had been eyeing for what felt like weeks to them. You joined, and knew your daredevil heart would feel content.

Soon enough, you reached the top of the mountain, the hiking trip taking longer than you would’ve liked to admit. Everyone began to gear up themselves, and you followed suit as you listened to everyone speaking amongst each other. You looked off the cliff, seeing a castle in the distance. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft sigh as one of the group members patted your back.

“Let’s get this show on the road!”

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The pain in your head was seering, cool ground felt below you. You could barely remember how you got yourself into this mess, but soon the memories came flooding back.

You were paragliding, alongside everyone else. The whole thing seemed surreal, everything looked dull and eerie, but a certain beautifulness lingered in the view. That was until you heard a scream and a screech of some animal, glancing back behind you to see two people from your group being attacked by… bat human hybrids? Your confusion struck, but soon fear bubbled into you when you looked in front of you and saw even more.

You couldn’t care less what was below you, but you knew you had to make a crash landing somewhere to get away from these beasts. Before you knew it, you were crashing hard into snow covered ground, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate before you closed your eyes.

Confusion still lingered as you looked around the room you were in. Shelves filled with random crates and scrap, a wall riddled in pictures of people who were unrecognizable. You squinted, trying to read the words from the spot you were in before you heard something loud in a hole beside you. A scream caught in your throat as you moved away from it, standing up and feeling light headed. You grasped onto a wall, breathing heavily as you tried to think.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You started to walk slowly, but the pain was just too much. You whined out, moving to rest your back on the wall before slowly sliding down.

A door opened and closed, and fear started pumping through you again. Would there be something horrible here? You knew you had a gut feeling, you shouldn’t have gone with a random group of people to a mountain range no one knew, you knew you should’ve believed the things you read on this-

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re finally awake,” the man who stood in front of you spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows, rubbing your head.

“W-who are you?”

“That’s somethin’ we can worry about later… Here,” the unknown man moved towards you and handed you a tray. A cup filled with water and a plate with bread and some fruit was now in your lap. You felt your stomach lightly rumble at the sight, not caring before you began to eat.

If he wanted to kill you, he already would’ve.

A soft hum left your lips as you ate everything on the plate, moving to drink the water. You knew you probably looked a mess, but the man just stood there with his hands on his hips.

You looked up, moving to place the tray down on the floor beside you. The cup of water being held between your hands, and you took small sips of it. Silence filled the room, which caused you to go a bit uneasy.

“How did you even get here?”

You took another sip of water before putting it down on the tray, biting against your lip.

“Me and a group of people were paragliding off of a mountain around here… thought it was a good idea until some… weird bat things attacked… I guess I landed somewhere around here,” you whispered, your headache slowly going away. The man let out a hum.

“Sure as hell did, you landed in probably the worst spot you could’ve, the lycans were going crazy,” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head before going to grab a chair to sit in.

Lycans?

What the fuck is a lycan?

Your eyebrows knitted in newfound confusion, the man in front of you playing with a pocket knife he had in his hand. You didn’t feel nervous, though you should’ve. But he radiated something in him that just made you know he was someone you could trust.

“Lycans… are uh… werewolves,” he spoke before clearing his throat.

“My name is Karl Heisenberg, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier,” he added, and you were thankful you could put a name to his face.

“Well.. thank you for taking me in, Karl… I’m Y/n.” you hummed, headache now somewhat gone. You stood up, looking around before stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t know how you were going to get home, let alone in this state. It seemed like you would be stuck here for a while. You had no wallet, no keys, nothing. You let out a soft sigh in thought.

Karl stood up, moving over towards you. “I should’ve made you sleep in my room, Y/n… sorry about that,” he muttered.

Something seemed off about him that you couldn’t really put your finger on, but it seemed like he was… flustered. You shrugged, starting to follow him after he motioned you to. You looked around the area, seeing how it was completely different than anything you had seen before.

A factory?

You crossed your arms, feeling cold. Your jacket was wrapped around you tightly, and you still had your jeans and boots on, but you had no idea why the chill nipped at you harshly. Karl pushed open a door on his left side, and you saw a bed, a small desk, and a few pieces of scrap metal on the floor in disarray.

“You’ll sleep here.”

“What about you?” You asked, scrunching your nose. It smelled of man and cigarettes in here, which you shouldn’t have been surprised since it seemed this man lived alone in this… factory.

“Oh honey, I don’t sleep,” Karl hummed, moving to grab some papers off of his desk.

You shrugged your jacket off, moving to place it on the back of the chair in the room. You thought for a moment, seeing the dirt and grime that riddled your skin. A soft sigh left your lips.

“Do you have a shower?”

Karl looked back at you, dumbfounded that you would even ask that.

“Yeah I have a shower. What do you take me for, some wild animal?”

Damn, I pushed a button.

“Just jokin’. It’s in that room over there,” he replied, still looking at papers on his desk.

You looked over to where he pointed, seeing the door on the farther end of the room. You made your way towards the door, opening it and going inside. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it as you quickly took your clothes off. You felt disgusting, utterly filthy as your cheeks were smeared with some dirt, hair slightly matted in your ponytail. You looked at yourself in the mirror after turning the shower on, feeling the steam fill the room.

The shower water felt nice on your exposed skin, the water at your feet growing a murky brown as you washed the dirt from your body and hair.

You groaned, starting to wash your body, before you heard the door open. You peaked your head from around the corner, wet hair stuck to your forehead as you were met with Karl holding a shirt.

You gave a small smile, which caused his own heart to flutter. He kept his composure as you moved to go back behind the curtain, the sound of a bottle opening soon afterwards.

“Thank you, Karl,” you sang as you started to wash your hair. A soft hum left your lips, which caused Karl’s mind to go haywire. He placed the shirt against the counter, sighing to himself.

“Not a problem,” he said and moved to get out of the room.

The tension lingered, and you could feel it. You bit at your lip in thought, rinsing the soap out of your hair before putting conditioner in it. Karl was pretty attractive in your eyes, but he looked like he had some issues he needed to fix himself. He was very kind to you, though he could’ve killed you at any chance he got, he was taking care of you and making sure you were okay.

This is odd.

You finished your shower, getting out and wrapping a towel around your body, finding another towel thrown into the cabinet beside the sink and wrapping it around your hair. You shivered as you put clothes on your body, the shirt being slightly too big but you didn’t mind. You walked out of the bathroom, and Karl was nowhere to be found.

Knowing that this place was somewhat of a labyrinth by the few halls you had seen, you knew it was best to just stay put in his bedroom. You felt a bit weird wanting to go into his bed, but the need for sleep was calling for you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, you wrung your hair out of water against your towel before throwing it into a nearby clothes bin.

As soon as you did that, Karl walked in. He seemed furious about something, going to his desk and opening a bunch of drawers. You stood, playing with your fingers in front of you as you watched him. He was cursing to himself.

“Where is it, where is it, where is it,” he kept repeating, every drawer he opened that didn’t have it in it, he would groan.

You sighed a bit to yourself, and began to realize this man was somewhat like you. He seemed devoted to his work.

A workaholic.

“Karl… you shouldn’t stress yourself out like this,” you spoke out, which caused him to halt.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“I said I’m fine!” He barked.

You didn’t budge, standing still as his chest heaved a bit. He slammed all the drawers shut with one fluid motion of his hand, which caused you to raise an eyebrow. Karl kept his eyes on you before looking in front of him and slamming his hands on the desk, his head hung low.

“Go to bed,” he sighed out, taking his hat off and placing it down. You crossed your arms.

“Not until you go to bed with me.” You huffed, going to the bed and pulling the covers back. You motioned to it, and Karl shook his head.

“I’m not gonna sleep, it’s a lost cause,” He muttered.

“Well then, I am not going to sleep.”

Karl rolled his eyes at your reply, looking over at you and letting out a soft tch. He moved over to the bed, kicking his shoes off before laying down. You smiled in content, going over to the other side of the bed and getting in. He laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling as you shifted onto your side.

You felt content laid in bed again, but you missed the warmth of your jacket. It seemed as if this comforter was doing nothing for you, shivering violently. Karl noticed this, swallowing his pride as he shifted closer to you.

The slight warmth radiating off of his body was enough to make you crave more, so you scooted closer to him until your back was touching his arm. He tensed, trying not to move wrong. You laughed, which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“You can get more comfortable, you know?” You let out in between giggles. The way Karl’s heart was thumping in his chest was mere agonizing to him; never having felt this way before towards someone. He sighed out, turning to his side and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close.

You could feel how timid he was in his grip, and you decided not to move more against him as you closed your eyes.

You are crazy.

How could you trust someone you just met?

These thoughts lingered on in the back of your head, but the ultimate answer to this feeling was

Love.

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The sound of birds outside the small window Karl had in his room stirred you awake. You felt cold, looking to your side and seeing an empty spot on the bed where he had been the night prior. You let out a hum, sitting up and stretching before getting out of bed. Your exposed feet pressed against the cool floor, sending shivers up your spine as you walked into the bathroom.

A soft giggle left your lips at how your hair was in disarray, shaking your head. You usually don’t see yourself so messed up, since work calls for you to be dressed up and your presence in the media orders you to look at least somewhat decent. It was nice to finally be a real human for once.

Once you took care of your hair situation, a loud creak of a door was heard before it thudded shut. You walked out of the bathroom, being met with Karl who had a fabric tote in his hand. You raised an eyebrow, taking in the outfit he was wearing. Long trench coat, a button up shirt, sunglasses and a leather hat. Pants tucked into a pair of boots.

“Good mornin’, sleepy head,” Karl teased, which caused you to roll your eyes. He lifted the tote up, letting you take it from his hands as you looked in it. You pulled out some garments, seeing that they were completely different than what you wore normally.

“Stopped by the village when I woke up… had to get you some clothes,” he shrugged. You thanked him softly, going towards the bathroom to change.

The dress was black, with a matching black corset. You blinked a bit as you tightened it, kind of gasping out as you tried to tie it up.

“Fuck,” you muttered, realizing that this was a two person job. You put on the flats he had gotten for you, confused as to how they fit… perfectly. You pulled your hair up in a tight bun before going out of the room, being met with Karl who was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading something on a paper he got.

“Can you help me?” You asked, shyness ringing in your tone. He looked up, seeing that the corset you were wearing was barely tied. He stood up, not saying a word as he tightened it some more and tied it.

Karl took this moment to his advantage, glancing down at the curves that he knew you had. He held back a grunt, eyes immediately going back up as you turned around.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, moving to pull out some baby hairs from your bun. They framed your face, and you felt content. Karl closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing a cigar that he had in his pocket, lighting in as it was placed in between his lips.

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbled through the cigar, taking an inhale as a small smirk was on his lips when you coughed.

You moved away from him, looking around the room. There was really nothing in here, and you hoped he would show you around, at least let you go out of the factory. He could tell you were getting antsy.

“Hey, let me give you a tour,” Karl spoke out, going towards the door and opening it. You smiled, going towards the door and walking out, him following suit. You tied a small apron thing around your waist, something that came with the garments he gave.

You two walked silently, following behind him as he showed you around. You bit at your lip, trying to take in everything that he said. You knew it would be easy to get lost here.

Karl, however, knew why he wanted to give you a tour. He made a way out for you in case something were to ever happen with Mother, since she seemed to be a royal bitch to anything he loved and cared about. He had the feeling that something might happen to him, especially with his sister. He groaned at the thought, beginning to feel stressed out.

“You okay?” You asked him, and he glanced back at you.

“I’m fine.”

You decided not to push his buttons, continuing to walk. It was soon halted when a half man half dog thing jumped out at you, causing you to scream. You grabbed onto Karl’s arm tightly as he looked at the lycan straight on.

“Shut the fuck up! Go mess with someone else, idiot!” Karl yelled out, which caused the beast to slowly sulk away. You blinked, looking at the man who was breathing heavily out of his nose.

He glanced back at you, immediately calming down.

“You okay?” he repeated your question from earlier, which caused you to blush slightly as he looked down at you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, your hands still tightly gripping at his jacket. He smirked a bit before walking again, letting you keep your hands there. Soon enough, though, you let go and kept your hands in front of you and arms to your side. He missed the contact, but didn’t want to admit it.

“Here is an escape route,” he started, pointing out what to do on a small map he had. You were currently standing in the entrance of it. You listened to everything he had said, tilting your head to the side as you glanced from the map to his face periodically.

“-and here you will take a left turn and soon enough you are out of this hell of a place… any questions?”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Karl asked, confusion lingering in his voice. You chuckled a bit.

“Why do you have this?”

He swore his cheeks heated up at your question, shaking his head a bit. You smiled, still looking at him and waiting for an answer. A deep huff left his lips.

“In case Mother Miranda comes out to get me. I am a Lord here, a disciple to a Goddess who does jack shit for this village and my brother and sisters. If any of them, and I mean any of them became aware of you, I would be fucked and you would be killed.”

As he told you this, your eyebrows furrowed. You thought for a moment, shaking your head.

“But what if I want to stay-”

“You can’t, if they know. That’s why I got you these clothes, that’s why I am showing you this. I don’t want you here if that happens,” Karl slightly huffed out, and you were taken aback by this sudden emotion that he had. The tension grew between you, and it was heavy in the air. You don’t know why you felt this way, but it was different than being scared for your life in a place you didn’t know.

Karl soon enough told you to head back to the room, finished showing you around as he sauntered off. You were confused and slightly hurt by his immediate shove of emotions, but you understood where he was coming from. You walked towards the room, going inside and sitting down on the chair at the desk. Boredom hit you hard, so you decided to snoop…

If you didn’t touch anything too serious, maybe he won’t know.

In the first drawer, you found a journal. You blinked a bit, curiosity now filling you as you grabbed the leather back book and opened it. Pages upon pages of messy writing and drawings filled the vintage pages, and you started to read. Learning more about Karl and his work, and how he felt about life in general…

He is hurting.

He lost his dignity.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the word “monster” scribbled onto the page. You bit at your lip, slowly learning that Karl had these abilities that Miranda had cursed him with as a young child. It pulled at your heart, making you a bit teary eyed as you thought about how much this man had lost. You continued to look in the journal, seeing the date on the top of one of the pages was dated for the day prior.

A girl landed in the courtyard of the factory. She had some sort of parachute-like thing on her, and I got her before the lycans did, thank god.

She is stunning, to say the least. I have never seen someone who looks like her, and that says a lot about me. I don’t know why I have this overwhelming sense of… emotion, being in her presence. She is currently sleeping in my bed, and I got up as soon as I knew she wouldn’t wake up from me moving.

I don’t know why… but I want to hold her… I want to protect her from every bit of terror that riddles this village, I don’t want Miranda to find her. Fuck. Why am I feeling like this over someone who I barely know?

I don’t even know what she does for a living, her age, where she resides, hell what if she is already married? She looks to be a wealthy woman, and knows her place with men, especially men like me. Shit, Karl… What are you fucking doing?

Why are you talking about Y/n like this?

Fuck…

Fuck…

FU-

The door swinging open caused you to slam the journal shut, but you placed it in your lap. Karl was standing there, some sort of hammer in hand. He looked at you, then down at the journal, and then back at you.

“What the fuck?” He asked, and you stayed quiet. He placed his hammer down and walked over to you, snatching the journal out of your lap.

“This isn’t something you can just snoop in, lady,” Karl seethed, throwing the book back into the drawer that was still opened. You pressed your lips together, crossing your arms.

“You love me, Karl.”

Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back every ounce of embarrassment he had at this moment. You did just read about him ranting about his emotions, a soft blush on your cheeks as you thought.

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

“No, but it seems like you are,” You teased, standing up in front of him. Karl shook his head, putting his hands up in defense for a moment as if you had caught him in an act. You chuckled a bit. You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he just stood there.

Soon enough, he moved to wrap his arms around your waist and dug his head into the crook of your neck. You stood there like this for a moment, holding each other. It had been forever since you had felt any sort of physical intimacy like this, and it had been the first time he did. He felt the mutual feeling radiate off of you through the hug, which calmed his nerves.

You pulled away, looking up at him.

“Don’t ever be afraid of these feelings,” you started, moving to caress his cheek. “And remember that you are still human, regardless of how much you feel your dignity has been snatched from you… you are more than what she says,” you whispered. Karl leaned his head into your hand, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he thought. He didn’t want to cry to you, but the tears that stung in his eyes, hidden by his sunglasses, were threatening to spill at the words.

“I have something for you,” Karl muttered, moving to pull something out of his pocket. You moved your hands, watching him rummage before pulling out two rings. You looked confused, seeing the contrast in his hand.

One of the rings was bigger than the others, which caused you to realize that it was probably for him. You glanced at the smaller one, seeing it was embedded in small multicolored crystals. The metal bent around smoothly.

“I made these after I wrote that entry,” he broke the silence. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, before tilting your head up fully. Your heart was beating hard against your chest.

Trust.

“I didn’t think you were the romantic type , Karl,” you chuckled, letting him put the ring onto your left ring finger. “But, you sure do know how to make a woman’s heart flutter.”

Karl let out a small laugh at that, putting the ring he made for himself onto his own finger. He felt content in his feelings, especially because you felt the same.

“I have my ways, Y/n,” he hummed. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you both stood in the middle of his room. Karl had a faint bit of pink brush against his cheeks, and so did you.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly.

“Don’t mention it.”

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It had been a few days since you crashed at Karl’s factory, and it had been going well. You have developed a relationship with the lycans that had hung around it, and now you were able to go out a bit further closer to the village. At around the one week mark, you were sitting outside on a rock, watching the lycans converse as you wrote in your journal. The cold air didn’t seem to phase you, but you did have Karl’s jacket on, which helped.

Your head peaked up when you heard a rustle on the far end of the entrance, eyebrow raising. You shut your book slowly, hopping off of the rock as you began to look around. Knowing the area around here, it could’ve been an animal, but your curiosity was rubbed. You glanced around, before making eye contact with a man.

Your eyes widened, and you began to walk quickly towards Karl’s factory. The lycans were snarling towards the direction of the man, but you could care less as you opened the door, being met with a flabbergasted man.

“Someone saw me-”

“You gotta go, now,” Karl spoke, moving to take his jacket off of you, giving you the one you landed here with. You bit your lip, knowing that this was the only way you would be safe.

Running.

Karl was looking around, throwing some things into the tote that came with your clothing. You watched him, silently freaking out in your own mind. He handed you the paper that had the map of the escape route on it, as well as the bag.

You looked up at him, tears filling your eyes. Karl had a small frown on his lips, his hands on your shoulders as he slowly rubbed them up and down. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I will see you again, buttercup… I promise,” Karl whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You gave a nod, thanking him again for what he did for you before fleeing the factory. Tears stained your cheeks as you ran and ran, making sure you took the right turns to get out of here. Soon enough, you were met with a large hole and sunlight, sighing heavily once you realized you were towards the end.

You walked out, beginning your trek towards whatever you could go to. It seemed Karl mapped out a certain route with yellow tape and paint, and you were grateful for that. You soon enough found a road, a soft hum leaving your lips.

Following the road, you finally made it into a small town. You glanced around at the older buildings, seeing that there was a pub that was somewhat busy. You moved to go in, immediately booking it to the bathroom and changing in one of the stalls.

Everything had happened so fast, that you needed time to think. Your hands were cold, cheeks flushed and your heart was breaking at every breath you took. You didn’t know if you would ever see Karl again, but the love you felt for him was bursting through you every moment you were away from him, even if it had been a couple of hours.

You walked out of the bathroom, in your clothes that you had initially landed in, and made your way towards the bar. You sat down, knowing you weren’t going to be able to order anything, but the bartender was very sweet and gave you a free plate of food and some whiskey. She gave you a smile, to which you gave back.

“Heartbreak, sweetie. It’s a bitch.”

Meanwhile, at the factory, Mother Miranda was looking around everywhere for a maiden that a devoted villager had told her about. She was silent the whole time, Karl following her around. He let out a huff here and there, feeling like a teen who was caught doing something crazy.

“Where is she?” Miranda asked, and Karl rolled his eyes.

“I told you, I don’t know who you are talking about, Mother,” Karl replied, taking an inhale of the cigar in between his lips. But, the thought of you still lingered in his mind, your lips on his own. He sighed out to himself as he followed his “mother” around, and she ultimately gave in to defeat.

“How dare they waste my time, I am sorry for the intrusion, Heisenberg,” Miranda said after a while, standing at the exit of his factory. Karl shrugged, trying to keep the shit eating grin he so wanted to give back.

“It’s fine, go give ‘em hell or whatever you do when they do this shit,” Karl replied. Mother nodded, leaving the factory in a huff. Karl chuckled to himself, shutting the door behind her and moving towards his room. He sat at the edge of his bed, trying not to think about how anxious he was about how Miranda probably could’ve snooped around enough to find the escape route.

As evening hit, Karl was summoned to a meeting in the church. He was making his way there, opening the door and immediately going to his pew. His sisters and brother were sitting there already, Mother Miranda not being anywhere to be seen. Alcina glared at the engineer, which caused him to smirk.

“What is it?”

“You are the reason for this… random meeting,” Alcina spoke, rolling her eyes afterwards.

Karl raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the pew and crossing his legs, letting his arms drape over the back. He glanced around, seeing Angie struggling in Donna’s lap, and Moreau cowering in the corner as per usual. He tched.

“Little ol’ me? How so?” Karl asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Alcina shook her head, turning it towards the door that now opened. There stood Mother Miranda with an unlucky man, who was one of the villagers known to be fully devoted to her. She had him by a death grip on his wrist, his begging and pleads boomed against the old church walls.

Mother threw him down onto the ground, moving towards her chair and sitting down. The man was shaking, crying and sitting on his knees.

“Mother Miranda! Dear Mother Miranda, please! All I have done my whole life is devote myself to you, please don’t kill me!”

“Silence!” She yelled, the tone of her voice ringing throughout everyone’s ears. Karl sat there, unphased as he looked at the man in front of them all. He bit at his tongue, guessing this was the man who saw you walk into his factory.

“How dare you embarrass me and accuse one of the Lords of hiding something from me? How dare you say you are fully devoted to me when you sent me on a wild goose chase?” Miranda seethed, which caused the man to whimper.

How pathetic.

The man cried, trying to compose himself.

“Please Mother, I promise I didn’t mean to. I am embarrassed by my actions, but I swear I will make it better-”

“How so?” Karl asked, raising an eyebrow. The man looked over at him, a small smirk on his face as he pointed a finger to him.

“You… your little lady is very popular in America! Found her immediately… I will kill her! And satisfy Mother Miranda!” He yelled out. Karl was slightly taken aback, letting out a chuckle.

“Good luck finding someone who doesn’t exist,” Karl said with a shrug, leaning back again into his pew. Mother Miranda looked at the two as they spoke, shaking her head. She thought for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak again.

“If you can find her, and bring her to me alive, I will forgive you for what you have caused me,” She replied. Karl’s eyes widened beneath his sunglasses, but he kept his composure the same.

Fuck.

The meeting was dismissed, and Karl was immediately the first one out, not without gripping the man by the shirt and dragging him out like Mother told him to. He pinned him against a wall, away from the view of anyone, and the man laughed.

“You of all people should know how much Mother hates lying!” The man laughed maniacally, which caused Karl to shove him harshly against the wall. The man winced, and Karl’s eyes were filled with fury, the yellow from his cadou fully eloping his irises.

“You are some sorry old man, fucker. If you lay a fucking hand on her, I swear you will never see the light of day, got it?” Karl asked before throwing him to the ground.

The man kept laughing, never giving him a reply. Karl huffed, grabbing his hammer and beginning to walk back home. He knew he had to protect you, especially from this maniac of a man, but he needed time to do his own research to figure out where the hell you even could be.

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Days had passed since you made it back home, and you were now onto doing the things you oh so dearly missed. You stood at the giant window in your office, taking a sip of your coffee and looking down at the commuters below. A soft sigh left your lips as you moved to fiddle a bit with your ring, turning around and putting your coffee down on your desk.

You sat down, finally, and brushed off your skirt, unbuttoning the jacket you were wearing. You opened up your computer, starting to do your work that accumulated while you were on vacation. Though, your mind still lingered to the engineer who took care of you.

The door in front of you opened, and soon walked in your secretary. Her bubbly personality contrasted to your currently brooding state, but that wasn’t normal for you. She noticed this, cautiously putting papers onto your desk. You looked up at her, blinking.

“Miss… you have been pretty on edge the past few days, is something going on?” She asked, concern in her tone.

You gave a nod, moving to grab the papers that she had placed down. You looked through them, breathing in sharply through your nose before placing them down, elbows on your desk and hands clasped together. A small smile was on your lips.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure, miss. Your private car should be here in 30 minutes,” She hummed before walking out. You sighed.

Time really does go by fast here.

You looked down at your watch, seeing that it was indeed 30 minutes until your office closed. You stood up, starting to put everything you needed into your work bag, your diamond bracelet jingling a bit. The ring that Karl had made you contrasted heavily with the fine jewelry you wore, but you never wanted to take it off.

Soon enough it was now time to leave, and you made your way down to the private car. You hummed a soft tune to yourself, thinking about Karl as you did. Your driver started to drive you to your house, going through the gates of the community, then going through the gates of your house. You ended up dozing off at some point during the ride, jumping awake when the car halted.

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled to your driver. He laughed and shook it off, not caring that his boss had fallen asleep in the car.

“Have a good night, miss.”

“You too, Javi,” you yawned, pulling your bag out before shutting the door. You walked up to your front door, going inside your lavish house, looking around at everything that seemed foreign but familiar.

You missed the lively feeling of the factory, it felt like someone genuinely lived there. Here, your home has a polished, smooth, rich feeling. It caused you to shudder in thought. You were essentially living a life that you didn’t want, but you built yourself up to. You walked towards your kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine out of your wine rack before grabbing a glass.

You moved to open your phone, connecting it to the bluetooth stereo in your house and turning on some soft music. You poured your wine, taking the glass and slowly sipping at it. A soft breath left your nose as you thought, placing the glass down and biting at your lip.

You missed his touch and how it warmed you, you missed the laughs he let out when you would ask something stupid. You missed how protective he was over you, and it felt like the time you had together was cut prematurely by your own dumb curiousity. Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your glass and slammed the wine down, going up to your room to change into a pair of sweats and a tank top. Putting on a light jacket and some slides, deciding to go towards the community park the gated neighborhood you lived in had.

Keys in hand, you began the small walk towards it. Your pepper spray dangled beside you, which was the only way you felt safe. You finally made it to the park, sitting on a bench and breathing in as the silence of the night, followed by the soft buzzes and noises of bugs around, was taken all around you. You moved to open your phone, looking through some apps.

Sighing heavily, phone now turned off, you slumped back into your seat. Your leg was bouncing up and down, arms crossed. It was such a pain in the ass, craving someone you knew you weren’t going to be able to see again. A shaky breath left you as you felt tears stain your cheeks, looking up and seeing a familiar silhouette in the darkness.

“Karl?” You called out quietly, before the light above finally shined against him. A small smile was on his face, and you immediately wiped your tears from your skin.

“Hey, buttercup,” he sighed out, exhaustion hitting him like a train. You ran over to him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. Karl held you close, taking in every bit of physical intimacy that he lacked for what felt like eternity since you had left him. Choked sobs left you as you broke down, and he tried to soothe you by rubbing your back.

Safe.

You pulled away from him, sniffing and hiccuping a bit as you did. Karl stayed quiet, not wanting to startle you by why he was here, so he kept it to himself. He moved to look at your left hand, seeing the ring was still around your finger, a small hum leaving him.

“Missed me that much, huh?” he joked, chuckling afterwards. You nodded.

This moment was something you had been longing for since you escaped, and it felt surreal that he was in front of you again. You moved to intertwine your fingers together, starting to lead him to your house. Karl looked around, seeing how wealthy these homes looked, eyebrow raising a bit.

“I didn’t know you were this rich,” Karl spoke, and you looked back at him. You made it to the gate of your home, putting in the pin, letting it open.

“I made my way around. I built a name for myself pretty early, and now I am the CEO of a multimillion dollar company,” you replied. Karl’s eyes widened.

“Multimillion?”

You giggled a bit, opening your front door and letting him inside. He was honestly shocked, looking around at the polished stone and marble that riddled the floors and pillars in your house.

“I know… I never really talk about it, but it is kinda hard to hide when your house is like… this,” you shrugged, motioning to the house. Karl gave a nod, mumbling a wow.

You showed him around your humble abode, the same way he gave you a tour of his factory when you finally woke up. It felt odd, showing a man like him a place like this, but you didn’t care. You knew he didn’t care either. Soon, you made it to your room and you showed it to him. He looked at everything.

The modesty and modern feel of your whole entire house was even shown in your room. Though, your desk was filled with water bottles and crumpled paper, laptop open to a random tab. Your bed sheets and comforter were still messy from the nights sleep you got before. You let yourself have your own chaotic space, and instead of it being your whole house, it was your room.

You glanced back at him, seeing him look at the books on the shelves that were beside your door. Taking this as a chance, you wrapped your hands around him from behind and rested your head against his back. Karl didn’t tense up at the feeling of your hands, but more so leaned into the warmth he desperately craved.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly against his jacket. He bit at his lip.

“Just missed you, that’s all…”

“So you looked me up?” You asked teasingly, a giggle leaving your lips as he turned around. He rolled his eyes.

“Had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or somethin’.”

“You are literally… nevermind,” you laughed. Karl chuckled, before caressing your check with one of his hands. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into the feeling, and it started to become feverish fast.

Karl began to kiss you deeply, which you accepted. Your hands knocked his hat off, gripping at his hair as his hands went from your hips to your ass, gripping at it harshly as you let out a soft moan against his lips. The moment was hot and heavy, and you enjoyed every bit of it as you pressed your hips against his. His tongue immediately went into your mouth, rubbing against your own before his hands gripped at your shirt.

The moment lingered on, the make out session becoming more heavy before he finally pulled away. Both of you had spit covered lips, slightly rosey cheeks and your clothes were a bit of a tugged on mess. A giggle left you as Karl smirked, moving to take off his clothes, leaving his boxers on. You took your sweat pants off, not being a fan of sleeping in them before you moved to lay down in bed, motioning for him to lay beside you.

Karl laid down, facing the ceiling as you turned on your side to face him. You laid your head down against his exposed chest, hand against his skin. He moved a hand down to play with your hair, thinking as you two laid there.

“Tell me more about your life, Y/n,” he whispered. You sighed, not really liking the topic.

“When I was in college, I had an internship at my father’s office. I worked, did school, and life was going great. I built myself up such a huge name at both my college and his work… he owned it, and I was just known as his daughter… I wanted to be something more…

“Then… he got put into the hospital for this rare genetic disease that ran in our family… the BSAA took him, and I am assuming he died… They made me the new CEO, since that was what he wrote in his will,” you explained to him. Karl listened, still playing with your hair as you spoke.

“That sounds like a lot…” Karl muttered. You already knew his story, so it was nothing compared to his. But, it still meant a lot that he sympathized with you. He seemed to lock himself up for a long time, but he was open with you.

After a while of talking about random memories and childhood, though it was mostly you talking, the two of you fell asleep. It seemed to be the best sleep you had gotten in the days you had been home, and you knew it was because Karl was here to keep you safe.

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Your alarm went off, which caused you to groan, moving to turn it off on your phone. You felt Karl’s presence against your back, but he was also stirred awake by the sound of your alarm. You sat up, looking down at him, your hair sticking all over the place. He held back a laugh.

A small pout was prominent on your face at his laugh, moving over to the vanity in your room and looking at your hair. You sighed, going to brush it and grab an outfit from your closet. A nice white blouse and a floral skirt was your pick for today, along with some white heels. Karl watched your every movement as you got ready, sitting up against the headboard with a cigar in between his lips.

The smoke filled your room, which you didn’t mind. You finished applying your makeup, swiping lipstick against your lips before grabbing your work bag. You walked over towards the bed, sitting down on the edge beside Karl.

You took the cigar from his lips, placing a kiss against his before putting it back. Karl chuckled.

“Make yourself at home… if you need me,” you pulled out an extra phone you had from a bedside table, “call me.”

Karl raised an eyebrow.

“Alright… I’ll keep that in mind… please be careful,” Karl replied. You gave a nod.

“I always am, love. See you later,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, moving to leave your house. Your private car was in your driveway, seeing Javi and giving a wave. You sat in the back as per usual.

Javi began his drive towards the office building, before taking a wrong turn. You raised an eyebrow, looking up from your phone. Confusion rose in you, causing you to feel a bit uneasy before you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a random man behind you. You let out a scream before he covered your mouth, Javi stopping the car and looking back at you with a wide grin.

You recognized the man who had his hand against your mouth as the villager from Karl’s village who saw you, but you didn’t know why Javi was acting so strange. Soon enough, it wasn’t Javi, but it was a random woman. Your eyes widened and your screams were muffled against the man's hand before he placed a rag against your mouth, you tried not to breathe in but your eyes slowly shut and you were out.

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“-Why are you doing this to me?! To her?!” You heard a familiar voice yell out. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were on the floor of a worn down church. You sat up a bit, looking around and seeing Karl up in front of some woman in black. The villager who saw you was sitting beside her, a girl in a veil on the other side. A big woman with… a large hat was sitting in a big chair, and some… freak was sitting in the corner.

“She’s awake!” The lady in black called out. Your head seared in pain, and Karl moved over to you before he was pushed back by the big lady who got up out of her chair. You bit at your lip, uneasiness rising in you. Your arms were bound in front of you, and you so desperately wanted to get out of this situation.

“Who gets to keep the girl who was mistakenly put into Heisenberg’s possession, hm?” The woman said, looking back at who you now presumed was Mother Miranda. Karl looked back at her, then at his sister, and then at you. He looked hurt, lost, and he was seemingly giving up. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

I will get you out.

He mouthed. You gave a nod, trusting him fully. Mother Miranda moved forward, looking down at you before looking at her son. You shook in your spot, trying to think. She knelt down, unbinding you from your cuffs and you immediately moved back once they were off.

“Alcina… I was figuring she would be the best fit as a daughter for you… but I am thinking I want her to go with Donna, until I figure out when to inject her with the cadou.”

At the hearing of his Mother’s plans, Karl immediately put a hand out, hammer in hand. She turned around.

“Remember from whence you came, boy!” She yelled. Karl was done with this, metal beginning to float around him as he looked at his mother.

“I come from the Heisenberg family, bitch. We have been nothing but little vessels for you to take dignity from to bring back your dead daughter,” He seethed. You stood up, pressing your back against the wall as the lady you guessed was Alcina came over to you. She turned around, back to you but seemingly protecting you from… something.

“How dare you speak to your mother like that?!” Miranda replied, her six wings behind her as Karl felt anger continue to bubble in him. He lifted his hammer, hitting the ground in front of her, a decently sized hole was now in the ground. You jumped at the sound, and Alcina put a hand slightly behind her to keep you a bit covered.

There was a piece of paper in her hand, and you grabbed it slowly.

Go to my castle. There should be a man named The Duke that is sitting outside of a gate. He will help you find your way. My daughters will be there to keep you safe.

You looked up at her, seeing her motion her head to the side. You silently slipped out of the room, the sounds of yelling and thuds and other things heard on your way out. You made your way outside, going towards the gate that was slightly drawn out on the back of the paper. A soft huff left your lips, before a man rolled out of a carriage. You jumped at the sudden boom in his voice.

“Ah. The infamous Miss Y/n L/n. Alcina told me to expect you,” the man, who you presumed was The Duke, said. You gave a nod.

“Here is the entrance to the castle. Bela should be waiting for you by the front door,” he added, giving you a map which pointed out where you needed to go. You thanked him, and he told you there was no need, that he was just “doing his job”.

You made your way up into the castle, the door immediately opening for you. You walked in cautiously, before being met by a girl who you presumed to be Bela. She had dried blood coating her porcelain skin, which caused you to feel a bit squeamish.

“Mother told us that you would be here soon! Are you okay, little one?” She asked. You looked up at her, blinking for a moment before giving a nod. Your head still hurts, and Bela could tell.

“Usually, she isn’t very keen on what Heisenberg does… but she saw how much he adored you. I don’t think she has ever hurt for him before,” Bela added, starting to show you to a place you could go to just… relax for a while. You met the other two sisters, and they brought you up some water and snacks… They really did try their best.

You sat against the bed in the room they let you stay in, kind of upset that your life was now not normal. You held your knees against your body, looking outside of the window before being met with a scene you didn’t think you would have to see. Four giant monsters were now fighting outside, and the door opened to your room to reveal the woman in the black veil from earlier. She held her doll close as Alcina’s daughters floated behind her.

“What’s happening?” You asked her, furrowing your eyebrows. She sighed, lifting her veil from her face.

“They’re fighting… I think Karl has finally had enough with Mother’s antics…” She replied, moving to sit down beside you on the window sill. You blinked, giving a nod before looking out at the scene below.

“I think he is going to win. Then we will finally be free of this curse… I’m Donna,” she added.

“Y/n.”

“I know,” she said with a soft smile, placing the doll in between the two of you. “This is Angie.”

You waved to Angie, and when she waved back your eyes grew wide. Donna laughed, as well as the sisters. You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed before the whole castle shook with a roar. You bit at your lip. You wished dearly that you weren’t the cause for this mess, but it seemed like this was something Karl wanted to do for a long time.

The fight seemed to go on forever, and a small chunk of the castle was blown into. You moved away from the window, not wanting to see it, but Donna stayed seated. She wanted to see what the outcome would be between her brothers and sister against their false mother, and she secretly hoped that Karl would finally finish her.

Moreau was cowering a bit, not wanting to hurt his mother, while Alcina and Karl were fighting against her. Karl was screaming curse words at her, calling her every single hurtful thing he could, before it all stopped. Everything was quiet after a loud scream from Mother Miranda was heard, and time seemed to stop.

Karl started to get out of his form, the skeleton of it disintegrating. He walked over to the crystalized body of his “Mother”, immediately kicking it while Moreau was calling out to him to stop. Alcina watched her little brother, breathing heavily in and out. Exhaustion was flowing through all three of the,.

“Shut the fuck up you moronic freak! Don’t you see what she did to us? To everyone in this village? To a girl she didn’t even know?! Are you that dense?!” Karl yelled towards Moreau. Alcina shook her head.

“He still loved her Karl, no matter how much damage she did… at least she is gone now, for good,” She sighed, looking up towards the castle she resided in.

“C’mon.. My daughters and your… lady friend are waiting, as well as Donna,” Alcina added, moving to walk behind her brothers who walked towards the castle. Karl was quick on his feet, and as soon as you heard Donna say he was making his way, you started running down towards the entrance. The door opened and you were immediately in Karl’s arms, being held tightly.

“Buttercup, I am so sorry… I am so sorry I put you through this,” Karl whispered into your hair. You cried in his arms, holding close to him. You didn’t want him to let go.

“It isn’t your fault, you saved me, how did we know it would come to this?” You asked him, and he gave a small shrug. You pulled back, looking up at him to see that his cheeks were stained with tears.

“I killed the bitch… so we could live a normal life, together…” he sniffled.

“I love you.”

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Years had passed since the incident in an Eastern European Mountain Range, and life had been somewhat normal. The BSAA continued to come to check on Karl and you monthly, making sure Mother Miranda didn’t have anything else up her sleeve.

You were currently outside in your backyard, your husband sitting beside you with a beer in his hand. You had a mimosa, taking sips of it as your twin girls played in the pool, your youngest son sitting in your lap, grabbing at your necklaces.

“Do you ever still think about it?” You asked Karl, not looking over towards him. You took another sip of your drink, Karl letting out a sigh.

“Every damn day. That bitch is still running my mind it seems,” Karl muttered. You covered your son’s ears after placing your mimosa down.

“Karl! Language, he is starting to repeat stuff,” you whispered sternly, and Karl laughed. You rolled your eyes, rubbing your son’s head.

“He seems to not understand how babies work, Niko.” You hummed, pressing a kiss to his head. Niko giggled, grasping hard against your necklace, to which you had to untangle his hand from. Soft giggles left your lips as you watched your baby, bouncing your leg up and down, playing with him.

“Venus! Don’t be pushing your sister in like that, god damn!” Karl barked out at one of your twin daughters. She immediately began to pout.

“Sorry daddy!” She yelled over to him, and the other daughter swam up, giggling her head off. Kendra seemed to not care, swimming around while Venus jumped in and out of the pool. You sighed in content, loving how life became for you. Though that sense of normalcy had yet to hit you, the fact you now had a family with the man you loved negated that.

A soft breeze started to blow, storm clouds hovering overhead. Karl told your daughters to get out of the pool before the storm ultimately started, to which they whined and protested but eventually went inside with their towels wrapped around them. You walked into the house with Niko on your hip, going towards the kitchen. You opened the fridge, grabbing a puree of fruits that you made for him to eat for a snack.

Karl went and helped the girls get dressed, and soon came back with both of them in both of his arms. They were giggling and playing with his long hair, before he put them down to run a muck in the house. He walked over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before placing his own on yours.

“I love you.”

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[madsii]

Trigger Warning, self harm and suicidal ideation:

Things have been really tough again. I self harmed as a coping strategy.

I’m still trying to figure out the exact trigger. I’ve had a worker that works for my business start up her own business in the same field. It has felt like somewhat of a betrayal. I sent a proposal for them to purchase clients off me for $2k but they said they were offended which hurt me.

The exact breaking point seemed to occur after reading the responding email back about not being prepared to buy clients. I think it stems to my BPD and the sense of rejection. I think it was too much for me.

Over the past week I have felt so much built up anger and I didn’t know how to express it. I really wanted to exercise at my gym and so some weights but I had no one to look after my daughter. I felt really let down when I asked ex to pick up daughter (DD) from school or take daughter for a few nights but it didn’t really progress or happen.

This led to me feeling like a failure as a mother. Because I was struggling to do the bare minimum for myself. One night I let DD stay up till 9pm watching YouTube and eating chips, chocolate and nut bars while I cried in my room. I struggled to get her into the shower and bed. This led to additional feelings of worthlessness as a mother. I thought what good was I if I couldn’t even parent my child.

I got angry at the people around me and put a lot of blame on them for why I was feeling the way I felt.

I sat on the bathroom floor for hours. I had carefully dismantled one of my shaving razors and carefully taken each of the 3 tiny blades out. I started out scratching my arms with the scissors and eventually progressed to very light cuts on the thigh. I watched the tiny beads of blood surface on each tiny cut I had made and just stared at it. It still fascinates me the whole bleeding process. How it surfaces and bubbles up and so quickly clots and begins the healing process. As I sat there I thought about my daughter. I thought about how I’m getting too old for this shit and how scared she would be if she saw me doing this. I thought how gutted I would be if she learnt a behaviour like this from me and asked myself why. WHY am I like this? WHY don’t I cope with this shit. WHY do I turn to a razor to fix my problems.

I actually went to work the next day. I wore a long sleeve sweater and black jeans. It was 35°c out. My coworker gave me a hug and instantly knew something was up. I tried to stay strong. I made a doctors appointment after trying to get in with my psychiatrist - my referral had expired so I needed a new one from the GP - I felt angry at the way the receptionist from psychiatrist spoke to me. I just asked if I could tentatively book in at the closest appointment as I could get the referral and I wasn’t well but she said no. It just pissed me off. Like how easy is it to cancel an appointment if I didn’t come through with the referral. I told my gp what was going on and explained I kept getting heart palpitations when stressed. She prescribed 2 tablets of the good stuff, good old diazepam. She advocated to my psychologist about getting an appointment asap, did up a new referral and signed off on a Drs certificate for the rest of the week.

I personally walked into the psychiatrist office and handed in my referral. I’d pulled my sleeves up prior to entry to make a point. I was angry so fuck her. I asked about the soonest appointment. Which was in 2 weeks. I asked to please put me on cancellation list if any appointments become available sooner.

I really wanted to go back to inpatient care. I couldn’t see myself coming out of this episode. I picked up DD and put in diazepam script. While I sat in the chemist I was so low all I could do was stare at the floor. My beautiful DD was full of energy and inquisitive asking questions and walking around near me and all I could do was nod for her. It was that point I knew I needed more help. I went home and text my cousin to say I need to go to hospital and she said she could travel and be there tomorrow. I got DD in bed and took a Valium. It helped me realise that things might actually be okay. It was the first time in what felt like weeks I was able to think somewhat clearly and not stress about the future. I had a good nights sleep and have woken up feeling completely different. I’m not sure how I became fixed so quickly. I hope I can keep it up and stay well.

[babyloontrash]

Eleven (C.H.)

Summary: Friends with benefits type of situation with Cal. He’s kind of an ass but he pounds you good and that’s what matters in fics like these. 

Warning: SMUT

Words: 4,7k

His head was pounding softly when he finally opened his eyes. One short glance to his bedside table told him it was already ten o’clock and he couldn’t stop the curse from falling from his lips. Rubbing his face, he turned to the other side and looked at the girl lying beside him.

The eye make-up she had been wearing was nothing more than just a smudge, and her dark hair was all over her face. When his eyes moved lower, he could see the marks his lips and teeth had left on the pale soft skin on her neck and chest. A tiny smirk appeared on his face when he thought back to the way she had moaned when he was making them and how wet her core had been under his fingers. There were faint bruises on her hips from his hands when he had held her still.

Last night was a success.

Carefully, he reached out his hand to brush some of her hair away from her face. His lips had already parted as he was about to talk to her, but he froze for a second, realising that her name had somehow slipped out of his mind.

“Hey…,” he finally said in the end while he lightly stroked her cheek. “Wake up.”

She murmured something towards him in response, keeping her eyes closed still. Calum sighed quietly to himself before talking to her yet again, trying to awaken her. Her chest looked incredible when she suddenly reached her arms out and went for a stretch. It caught him by surprise when she suddenly rolled over and set herself down right on the top of him. She kissed his chest while her hips moved slowly against him.

“How about you wake me up properly, huh?” She suggested to him in a sleepy voice as she looked up to his face. “Then we can go get something to eat because I am absolutely starving after last night.”

He just stared at her, taking quite a long time to consider this offer. The right answer to it was supposed to be rather obvious, and yet…

“You need to leave.”

This was clearly not the type of awakening she had been hoping for, but it seemed to work out just as well. Maybe even better. She was now staring at him with her eyes opened wide while propping herself up on his chest.

“Wait… Are you being serious right now?”

“Mhhm.”

Her nails dug into his chest and somehow, in this instance he found this way less pleasurable than he had done during the night. Finally, she got off from the top of him, making him hiss out in pain once more.

“You are such an ass.”

“Okay.” He nodded, sitting himself up on the bed so he was now leaning against the headboard. 

“Okay? That’s all you are going to say?” He heard the disbelief in her voice when she said that and wondered what kind of reaction, she had expected from him. If this was her opinion of him, that was all right, she was entitled to have one. He would not argue with her.

“The shirt is over there,” Calum said eventually, pointing towards the place by the door where her t-shirt was lying on the bag with his football gear. Instead of thanking him, the girl just scoffed before going to get it. He might have been an ass, but she was not with the best manners either. His guess was that she would leave this part out though when telling about this to her friends. To be honest, he didn’t really understand what was all the dramatical sighing, stumping around and sending him offended looks about.

They have met yesterday. It was obvious what was the whole interaction leading to and no matter how hard he had tried; he couldn’t think of anything that could have given her the idea that this would be anything more than a one-night stand.

“I suppose you don’t really care about my number, do you?”

If he really was such an ass as she claimed him to be, he would have laughed right then, but he didn’t. Did she really need to ask that? Chewing on his lip to stop himself from chuckling, Calum slowly shook his head. “Not really,” he admitted.

“Sorry,” he then quickly tried to add but it most probably got drowned in the shower of names she was addressing him with to herself. About a minute later, she was gone with a loud slam of the door and instead of being overflown with guilt, Calum was just very much relieved that she had finally left.

When he later met up with his friends at a party, one of them was throwing, they were all quite eager to hear about how his night had gone, considering that he had left them in the pub without saying a single word. He had been there on the bar stool one second, chatting the girl up with his usual ‘let me fuck you up’ look and when they had wanted to check how he was holding up, the pair had already gone.

Calum was never one to keep his bedroom adventures for himself. After all, what guy wouldn’t enjoy being patted on his shoulder for what a man he was. If the number of girls one had slept with was the true indicator of their worth was another thing he better decided not to dive into though. At the time being, he was happy with everything as it was. No need for any changes whatsoever.

“You know, if she hadn’t started with the let’s go for breakfast together thing, there’s a big chance I would have given in,” Calum admitted with a shrug taking a long drag from his cigarette. He felt the need to defend himself after Luke called him an idiot for passing on the opportunity of a good morning sex.

“Take a girl out for a meal after you spent a night with her, and you will not get rid of her. Isn’t that right, Ash?” His friend flipped him off for mocking him like this, even though that there could have been no doubts about that he was happy in the relationship he had gotten himself into by basically a complete accident.

“Laugh at me all you want. I’m just here waiting for the time when some girl loses her shit and kicks your ass.”

“Or her boyfriend,” Michael chirped in, making everyone except Calum laugh. “I’ll never forget how Kyle dragged you out of that pub in front of everyone. You had a big-ass black eye already forming up by the time you had realised what was going on… I’m telling you. It’s just a matter of time before you end up sleeping with someone you shouldn’t have and paying for it.”

“The mistake was on her part. Not mine. Who the fuck comes up to their boyfriend crying and tells them about how they had just gotten dumped?”

“Who have you left crying again? Please, don’t tell me it was Kelly from English lit. The last time you screwed her over I had to pay for it by making the analysis all by myself because she wouldn’t stop bawling her eyes out.” The girl who just joined them sat up on the kitchen counter right beside to where he was standing and Calum couldn’t help but let his head hang down low, rubbing the bridge of his nose. She would never forgive him for this one.

“I’ve already apologised to you for this.”

“I don’t need you to apologise. I need you to stop fucking people I know, darling,” she informed him simply with a sweet smile.

“I don’t think you knew this one,” Luke was the one to bring her peace and she could let out a relieved sigh.

“Good. Thank you.” She nudged Calum lightly with her foot, and he flashed her a tiny smile.

“Anything for you.” 

She always laughed at him when he said this, assuring him that there was no need for him to try to sweet talk her, but the truth was that he meant these words more than anything. She and what they had together was incredibly precious to him. He would be damned for even risking losing something like this. Risking to lose her.

She knew how he was, and she adored him exactly that way.  Accepted him with his flaws and all. Never even suggested that he should change anything about the way he lived. And he did the same thing for her.

“Keep that mind because I might need your help,” she told him. “There’s a guy over the- No! Don’t look. Not now, at least!” She quickly stopped him when he was turning his head in the direction she was carefully pointing at with her thumb. “We’ve been talking over texts for a while. He seemed fun over the phone, but I’m not sure I’m still feeling it. I’m giving him an hour. If things don’t get better and I am still bored out of my mind – you step in.”

Ashton chuckled from few meters away. “And how is he supposed to know, if you are enjoying yourself?”

“It’s easy. If I am not, I’ll have the same expression I wear when listening to you.”

Calum choked on his beer a little and then nodded his head in agreement when she gave him a pressing look.  “Of course. I’ll come and save you when necessary.”

When he had agreed to this, however, he couldn’t have known that one of the most beautiful girls at the party would strike up a conversation with him. Conversation, which was getting partly disturbed by him constantly searching for his dear friend in the crowd.

“Are you looking for someone?” The girl asked, not leaving his darting eyes without a comment anymore.

“No,” Calum told her with a grin, casually shrugging his shoulders and then paid extra attention to the beauty in front of him. It lasted only for a moment, and he soon began to squirm. “Well, yeah, I am actually,” he eventually admitted. “My friend. She asked me to keep an eye out on her. She’s here with a guy she doesn’t know too well.” 

It was a truthful explanation, but the girl didn’t seem too convinced and eventually moved on to someone else, who wasn’t examining the crowd for some other girl. He didn’t get to be annoyed and disappointed for too long, though. Within just a few minutes, his phone buzzed in his pocket with a message from her.

We’re on the roof. Thought he was bringing me here to make out, but he won’t shut up about stars. Come to help asap.  

Was it bad that he laughed and wanted to leave her there suffering for a bit longer as a payback for ruining his possible lay? Maybe. But he was an ass, and so he didn’t feel bad about leaving her there for a few more minutes.

The door leading to the roof creaked loudly when he opened them. However, the guy didn’t seem to be bothered by it a single bit. His hand remained pointing up towards the sky with his head tilted back, while his date was sitting down on the concrete, chipping on her nail polish. She had been right. She looked the same way she did when Ashton started with one of his never-ending rants.

“Here you are!” Calum finally spoke out, making the pair turn their heads towards him. A relieved look appeared on her face, while the guy’s chin dropped slightly.

“Hey! Calum!” She spoke out, pretending to be surprised to see him there. He made a mental note to tease her later about her acting skills.

“Hi.” He waved a little and then shook his head. “I didn’t mean you though.” He shrugged and looked at the guy. “Billy is looking for you. Told me you should meet him in the kitchen.”

“Billy?” The guy looked absolutely confused and Calum had to try hard to keep it together. “I don’t think I know any-.” Calum cut him off.

“I don’t know, man. He told me to find you and looked pretty upset.”

“Oh… Okay,” the guy eventually nodded, remaining to look rather puzzled. “I’ll be right back,” he assured her before rushing towards the exit.

The two stayed quiet until the door shut closed behind him. “Who the fuck is Billy?” She asked, but he just shrugged while walking closer.

“Dunno. You said you wanted to make out on a roof. I can help,” he offered nonchalantly, making her laugh. She said nothing to that and just pulled him in for a kiss.

This was not an unexplored territory for them. There was a big difference between a simple fun, lust and love, and they were both very good at not overstepping these lines.

His kisses were leaving her weak in her knees, and he was breathless every time she pulled away. They had spent countless nights tangled in the sheets together, moaning each other’s names into the dark. There were no romantic feelings involved, but their bond was still more special than anything either of them had ever experience. They could be unconditionally themselves and didn’t have to worry about anything.

 “You owe me, by the way,” he muttered out after their lips separated.

“What for?” She asked and wiped some of her lipstick away from his skin. 

“I could’ve been leaving with a ten tonight. I had to drop her because of you.” Looking at him, it was very difficult to not burst out laughing, but somehow, she managed.

“Well, I am incredibly sorry.” She nodded her head. “Your sacrifice is deeply appreciated.”

Calum smirked a little.  “I don’t need you to apologise. I need you to make up for that, darling.” Seeing her roll her eyes in a playful annoyance made his smirk turn into a genuine grin.

“You are an ass.”

“So I’ve been told,” Calum admitted casually, making her roll her eyes yet again.

She leaned closer to him, kissing the smirk that pissed her off away from his face.

“How about you tell me what you would do the ten you wanted to bring to your dorm?” She whispered after a moment and he smiled against her lips.

“I think I’d prefer to show your, actually.” He gave her a peck before stepping away and grabbing her hand.

Together they left the roof, eager to leave this place as quickly as possible. They were just rushing down the stairs when someone called them in the hallway. That someone being her rather disappointing date, who stared at Calum rather annoyed because there was no Billy waiting for him. 

She hit Calum’s side with her elbow when he started to laugh as soon as they left the apartment building. “He was boring, but he didn’t deserve that.”

“He didn’t deserve you,” he objected, rubbing his ribs while they walked on the empty, quiet street. Luckily enough, Ashton lived close to the campus so the journey wouldn’t take them longer than ten minutes. 

“Quit it,” she shut his argument immediately.

“That’s the ‘ten treatment’. I’m nice and polite, I pay compliments…”

“So the ‘ten treatment’ comprises lying and pretending you are something you are not?”

He took a second to think about it and then nodded. “Basically.”

“I’m sure your mom’s proud.”

“She is. Because she doesn’t know about any of this. And she is never going.”

She laughed. “I had a feeling that that’s how this works.”

Calum gestured his hands in the air, stopping her from saying anything. “Enough about me, though…. You look absolutely stunning tonight. I could hardly take my eyes off you back in there.” His voice was usually slow and calming, but the tone he used right now really got to her. And when a corner of his mouth moved up in this cute half-smile while his eyes quickly looked away, almost as if he was ashamed, she was honestly kind of stunned.

“Damn. You really are good.”

He chuckled and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. “The best,” he said somewhat smugly before placing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

They walked peacefully together; him stopping her to steal a kiss or two everyone once and then. Once they finally stood in front of the dorm, he let her pull away from him so he could fish for the key card to let them in. 

It all happened so quickly; she honestly didn’t even get much of a chance to wrap her mind around it. One moment he had his hand on the small of her back while holding the door open for her and the next one, he had her pressed against the wall.

He was inches away from kissing her, and she was so damn eager for him to just do it. His hand roamed over her ass and squeezed it roughly over the jeans. He dipped his hand down to the crook of her neck and placed one wet kiss right there before looking up to her face somewhat sheepishly. “You are going to make me so happy tonight.”

 It was a matter of seconds during which his expression changed into a more serious one, and she could see the hunger in his eyes. She knew that look well enough. 

She tilted her head ever so slightly, inviting him to come kiss her again. Calum took up on that, teasing her with his tongue before finally giving in after hearing her annoyed hums. The automatic light in the entrance hall had already turned off, but it was the last thing the two seemed to care about. They were way too lost in the taste of one another and nothing could make them pull away. Nothing except urge to get even closer to each other. Even through all the layers of clothing, she could feel him getting harder and the anticipation to touch his naked body was driving her wild. Both of them were out of breath when they pulled away, and he wouldn’t take his hands off of her for a single moment while they were heading towards his room. They would definitely make it there much faster if they could only keep their hands to themselves.

Where would be the fun in that though, right?

As they stopped in the middle of the hall yet again, Calum’s warm hand sneaked under her shirt and traced her breast covered with her bra. He smirked into their kiss when he found her hard nipple poking through the fabric. “Someone’s excited,” he muttered in a shaky breath.

“You have no idea.”

He locked his eyes on his face while she grabbed his hand and guided to the hem of her jeans. With a swift movement, she undid the button and led him under the lace of her panties. Right there and then Calum realised that bringing her with him was undoubtedly the best thing he could have done. She shivered as his fingers slowly brushed over her soft skin and her clit. He got a good idea about her eagerness soon enough when he felt how wet she was. The way his body reacted to this discovery was almost painful. As if she could read his mind, she reached towards him and stroked his throbbing cock through his jeans. His jaw tensed with him trying to keep his composure and not say a single word.

This was not the right place to be something like this. 

And yet he still slid his finger between her folds and then spreading the wetness around her clitoris before giving it few circular rubs. It made her gasp. Quickly, he raised his other hand up and placed it to her mouth as a reminder to not make a sound. She gave him a light nod, letting him know she understands that she must remain quiet. However, it proved to be more difficult than not with his skilled fingers picking up their pace and pressing against her much harder. A quiet whimper slipped out of her mouth, making him glare at her warningly.

“Do that again and I will not let you cum tonight,” he whispered to her ear while his thigh made her step her legs further apart. She was digging her fingers to his hips, rather closing her eyes when she felt his fingers moving closer to her entrance. When he pushed two of them inside, she didn’t dare to even breathe for a second. She expected him to pull them out again, but they curled inside her, repeatedly pressing against the spot which made her head spin. She was just a moment away from coming all over his hand when suddenly the lights in the whole corridor turned on. The light burned against her eyelids and caused her to open her eyes. The guy could not have picked the worst timing to go to the bathroom. 

Calum didn’t hesitate for even just a second to position himself better so the intruder couldn’t see anything he was not supposed to. A thing he did not do however was pulling his fingers from inside her. They continued to move inside her as if they could not get exposed any second, and she wasn’t sure if she loved him or hated him for it. Probably both. His whole hand was now pressing against her mouth since her rapid breathing and shaky legs gave it away that the high was within a reach.

Seeing her like this, feeling her shake and squirm under his touch was way too intoxicating for him to stop now. He was dying to have her come apart for him. And so, when she did just a second later it took all the strength, he had to stop himself from coming inside his pants.

Finally, bathroom door finally closed behind that guy and they both gasped for a breath at the same time. Calum smiled at her as he took a step back and licked off the glistening juice from his fingers before he motioned for her. “Come.”

She wanted to punch him. Seriously. But she quickly closed the button on her jeans again and followed him into his room, which was only a few meters away.

“I can’t believe you’ve done that,” she once they got inside.

“I did nothing. You are the who came all over my hand while some random guy walked past you,” Calum said with a grin. When he noticed that she was not grinning back at him though, he stepped closed and kissed her lips softly. “You are not really mad, are you?” He wondered quietly.

She wanted to say yes just to make him feel a bit bad for what he had done, but the truth was that she wasn’t, not really, and so she gently shook her head at him.

“See.” A bright smile appeared on his face once again. “I know you are kinky. That’s why I like you so much.”

She rolled her eyes at him and nudged him with her his as she moved past him. “Get naked, you dumbass.”  

He didn’t need to be asked twice to do this. His jeans were painfully tight now, and he couldn’t wait to get rid of them. By the time he finally got disposed of all the clothing just like she had asked him, she was already sitting on the bed in nothing but her panties. One time he had mentioned how much he enjoys taking the panties off. She had laughed at him when he had said that it is like unwrapping a present, you wouldn’t want someone else to do that for you either. It made him smile. 

When he got onto the bed, he pushed her to lie back. Gently, he made her to rise her hips up so he could take the lacy underwear off. He took his time, taking in the sight in front of him as the tips of his fingers glazed over her skin. He let the panties fall to floor and abruptly tugged her hips closer to him. He was about to reach out for a condom, but she was already handing one to him. He put it on easily and after that he could finally do what he had been yearning for. There was no need for them to rush this. His cock pushed inside her slowly, and he cursed at the heavenly feeling that washed over him. He kept her legs spread open in the air as he rocked his hips forward and back, looking for the best pace for them.  As his moves became faster, the sound of their groans and moans echoed through the room. He loved how she wasn’t ashamed of touching herself when he fucked her. With one of her hands working her clit and the other pinching one of her nipples, she looked absolutely perfect. Calum shifted his body for a bit and set her feet on the mattress. He wanted to kiss her, trace his tongue all over her breast, which kept moving up and down in a mesmerising motion because of his thrusts. She smiled at him when his face got closer to herself and watched him take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her body moved against his, her hips buckling up to meet him forward just so she could feel him insider her a bit longer. He was making her see stars, and she was going back and forth between squeezing his bedsheet and gripping his shoulders. It was put to a stop by him when he suddenly took her wrists into his hands and put them above her head.

Not because he didn’t enjoy being touched by her, god no, he loved the feeling of her hands. But he also loved to see her battle with herself, struggle to keep her arms up and not to move. Especially when the excitement was taking over. She never lasted long, but she always at least tried, which was honestly somewhat endearing.

There was nothing that would rile her up more than this, and so sharing his thoughts was exactly what he went with.

“You’re cute,” Calum said as he moved his mouth to her other breast. Her lips that had been previously forming a perfect ‘o’ now shut together and before he knew it her hands had shot up to grip on his hair, making him hiss quietly as she made his head tilt back. 

She made him change the position, determined to ride him so she could show him how ‘cute’ she truly was. He would have to be a complete dumb ass to complain. He was more than willing to let her have her way and as soon as she sunk down on him, he was burying his head back into the pillows. She always went all on in, taking him deep inside her and then just rolling her hips around. This time was no different.

He had tried, he really did, but with everything that had happened, the image of her reaching her climax in the middle of that corridor still fresh on his mind, he couldn’t fight it much longer. Not if she would not take it easier on him.

“Babe…,” his voice was hoarse, knowing him as well as she did, she had to know what he was planning on saying.

She did not seem to care though, and by the way she smiled at him, he had a feeling this was a revenge for earlier. Since he had not given her a chance to hold it together before, she would not give him one either. 

When he burst into the condom inside her, he decided to think of it as her loss more than anything else. By being petty, she had just ruined her chances to have even more fun.

But man, was he wrong. She touched herself in front of him over and over again. No matter how exhausted and drained he was feeling, she somehow got him hard a few more times by putting on such a show.

The sun was already coming up when both of their heads hit the pillow with the plan to go to sleep. Calum was slowly drifting off when she spoke out.

“What’s my number, anyway?” Her voice sounded playful, but she was genuinely curious.

He took a second to think about it before answering. “Eleven,” he finally decided.

“And what do those get?”

“I take them out for breakfast. Now go to sleep.”

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Just Between Us| Part 2| #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

Okay so finally here’s my part !! @lights-on-mendes​ i hope i did your story justice in this chapter and thank u again @saysweartogod-og for the challenge!

Find part one of this story here! 

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous to see what Shawn had planned for the two of you to celebrate your anniversary. Last year Shawn had been home from tour so the two of you celebrated at your favorite restaurant in Toronto, where he’d made sure to reserve a number of tables towards the back so the two of you could be completely left alone. Most people in Toronto were so used to seeing Shawn around so you could be left alone happily. You’d be in LA this year so the chances of a quiet date where you actually leave the hotel were slim to none. Paparazzi were out in force in LA and both you and Shawn weren’t willing to risk that.

“I hate that you won’t tell me what you’re planning bubby” you whined while the two of you were cuddled up in bed, your traditional post show ritual. You liked being in control. “It’s tomorrow babe, you really don’t have to wait that long” he laughed, pushing your hair out of your face. “It better be worth it. I’m expecting big things, Mendes” you teased, yawning. “You’re tired babe. Go to sleep and it’ll be tomorrow before you know it” he promised you, kissing your forehead before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Shawn had made sure to make up some sort of lie to tell his team that ensured the both of you wouldn’t be interrupted or annoyed by anyone for the entire day. When you woke up the bed was cold, and Shawn was nowhere to be found. You knew your boyfriend was up to something. Minutes later, the door unlocked, and Shawn walked in with 2 bags of food and 2 coffees in his hands. Your boy knew you. “Happy anniversary baby!” Shawn chanted while entering the door. “Bubby, where did you go in your pajamas?” you questioned, laughing at the thought of Shawn being spotted in his flannel PJs. “I just grabbed the UberEats from the lobby. I don’t think I was spotted” he laughed, opening the bags of food and passing you the iced coffee. “You know me so well bubba, getting stuff from my favorite LA brunch spot” you thanked him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You’re so LA now, having a favorite brunch spot? What’s happened to you?” he teased, making fun of you. “You’re lucky I love you so much bubba” you giggled, taking a massive bite of your breakfast wrap while grinning at your boyfriend. The rest of the morning was spent finishing the ridiculous amount of food that Shawn had ordered and continuing your Netflix series.

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“So, what’s on the cards for the rest of the day? I can’t believe I let you plan everything” you questioned as the two of you showered in the luxurious hotel shower. “Why won’t you just trust me babe? You’ll see, just hold on” he boasted, pressing kisses along your shoulders. “I just have on request, we finish off what’s going on in here” you giggled, turning around to face your taller boyfriend.

Before the two of you knew it, it was almost dark outside, and you’d hardly done anything but eat takeout food and lazily make love while a random Netflix series filled out the background noise. “You could’ve told me if your plan for today was just for us to continually have sex all day, I definitely would’ve been fine with that” you giggled, cuddled into his side once again. “Hmm? You’re pretty easy to please then” he laughed, grabbing his pajama pants as he jumps out of bed. “I do have something for you though. I’m not that much of a shitty boyfriend” he admitted, grabbing a box out of his suitcase. “I got this in a store in Malibu when I was recording the album. I wasn’t thinking of our anniversary or anything but when I saw it, it was screaming your name” he admitted, passing you the small box. Inside was the prettiest ring you’d ever seen. “I know it’s not extravagant or anything, just wait for your engagement ring for that” he admitted. “But I just thought it was something that would remind you how much I love you and of the fact that I am and always will be yours” he uttered, helping you place the ring on your right hand. “Shawn! It’s perfect” you gasped. “We agreed no gifts though, bubba. Now I don’t have anything for you, and you made me look silly” you cried, hugging into his side. “I thought it would be perfect for you to wear to our picnic, which we need to leave for ASAP. I don’t want to miss the sunset” he laughed, pulling you out of bed.

--

Shawn had enlisted the help of Connor to set up a hilltop picnic near the Hollywood sign. It was absolutely perfect and private. “You’ve outdone yourself today Mendes. Guess you’ll be making plans a lot more” you threatened while sitting down on the picnic rug laid out. “I think I can do that” he responded, cracking open the bottle of rosé while the two of you overlooked the city. The two of you ate a lot, kissed a lot and talked a lot for the next three hours as the city around you got darker. The two of you were in your own little world. “So…” he started. “I know you’re going back to school when we get back to Toronto and maybe, well I just thought, that you’d maybe like to finally move out of your crappy dorm and into my apartment babe?” he questioned, obviously extremely nervous to ask you the serious question. He looked over to see you with tears streaming down your face. “Obviously I’ll move in with you bubby, you dork” you laughed, peppering kisses all over his face. He then pulled a keycard out of his pocket before handing it to you. “Well, I guess this one belongs to you” he admitted before you kissed him again.

Before you knew it, it was 11pm and the little hill in LA was becoming quite cold and the two of you started to pack up all the leftovers as well as the pillows and blanket. You were loudly interrupted by Shawn’s phones blaring ringtone. You knew it wasn’t anyone around Shawn as he’d let everyone know not to interrupt him today. “Let me get this real quick. It’s a label kid from New York” he laughed, placing his phone on loudspeaker. “Hey buddy, sorry if I woke you. I didn’t look at the time before I called” Ben, the label assistant apologized. “It’s all good. What’s happening?” Shawn questioned, knowing Ben wouldn’t call unless it was something important. “So, I’m in line for that new promotion from Mr Beese!” he cheered, making both you and Shawn laugh. You’d met Ben at a NY show before, and he was nothing but lovely to both of you. “Congrats man. Is that all you’re calling to tell me?” Shawn questioned. “So… it’s kind of under one condition. I might’ve mentioned to Beese that I’ve worked with you a lot in the past and I know you’re single so..” he trailed off. “He told me that if I could get you on a date with his teenage daughter, the promotion is mine. I know it’s crazy but you know how long I’ve wanted this bro. Help me out?” He nervously laughed. Shawn looked at you with the biggest eyes you’d ever seen him make. “It’s late here, I’ll call you back in the morning” Shawn quickly ended the call, faster than you’d ever seen. “What the actual fuck” he confessed, looking at you for answers. You normally had the answers for most problems, but this time, you most definitely didn’t.

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THANK U (part 3)

Genre: angst, fluff

Group: Ateez

Member: Jung Wooyoung

Summary: Badboy!Wooyoung asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make himself seem less available to others. Would you accept it?

Word Count: 1.6k words

(a/n) part 3 is finally here! i am so sorry for the long wait. i’ll do my best to be more consistent with my writing and posting from now on. thank you all for the support! i’m so sorry if this part seems kinda rushed; i wanted to get it done asap but i promise the next part will be worth it! enjoy!

tags: (idk how to do this, i’m still fairly new hehe) @pou-noikiazeis-to-oneiro 

part 1, part 2

Not going to lie, you were nervous. It’s 2:00 PM and you were supposed to meet this person at 3:00 PM and you had just finished taking a shower. Why are you so worried about what he thinks of you? Why are you picking out a cute romper to wear from your closet? Why are you putting on makeup? To top it all off, why are you so nervous? You have not seen this dude in over a year, surely your feelings for him should have diminished by now... right?

It’s now 2:30 and you had just left your house to walk to the park. It only takes 15 minutes to get there but you decided to arrive a bit early just so you can mentally prepare yourself. You don’t know why you’re being like this. It’s not like you guys ended your friendship on a really bad note. It was just a mere argument that led the two of you to ignore each other and eventually drift apart. You don’t even remember what it was about.  

When you arrived at the park, you looked for the big oak tree which had leaves that formed a heart shape through its shadow. That was the spot. The spot that held so many good memories, laughs, and late night conversations. You smiled to yourself at the bittersweet memory.

As you were approaching the tree, you saw that someone was already sitting down and leaning against the base of its bark. The closer you walked to the tree, the more you can make out that person’s face. He was here early as well.

He was wearing a navy blue sweater and black pants with a beret to match. His camera strap is wrapped around his neck as he is looking down on his phone.

Damn, I’m really going to talk to him again, huh? You thought.

“Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and locked his eyes with yours. 

“Y-Y/n... Hi, how’ve you been?”

You smiled and sat next to him. You and Hyunjin met at a work party hosted by your parents back in elementary school, but didn’t start talking to each other until the both of you entered middle school. Hyunjin’s father is the president of JYP Enterprises and is good friends with your parents.

“I’ve been good, how about you? I see you brought your little Hyuncam with you,” You chuckled. “Hyuncam” is the name you gave Hyunjin’s camera back in middle school. “Hahaha, yeah. You know I can’t leave the house without it,” He replied. 

“So um, what is the exact reason that you wanted to meet with me? I know that it’s not just to talk about the uh, deal. You could have approached me in school about that,” You said.

“Do you really want to know?” Hyunjin asked and you nodded.

“I just wanted to see you. I miss you, like a whole lot. I miss the times we have spent together and I’m not sure if you feel the same way about me, but life has been kinda boring since you and I stopped hanging out. I guess, when I found out about the agreement you have with Wooyoung, I thought that it would be a good excuse for me to talk to you again,” Hyunjin replied. 

“I miss you too...” You whispered, just barely enough for him to hear. “Wait, how did you find out about that anyway?” You asked.

“Right, about that. When I saw you and Wooyoung holding each other’s hands at the hallway the other day, I knew something was up. You’ve complained about him and Ateez so many times before, it was strange to see you and him together. alsoimighthavebeenkindajealousbuthat’snotthepointrightnow ANYWAY-” 

“Wait, what?”

“Hm? Oh nothing. Anyway I kinda followed you two to the librar- yes I am aware that it’s very Joe Goldberg of me, stop looking at me like that!” Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully and continued on to his story. “I stood behind the bookshelf that your guys’ table was in front of and I um, heard your conversation,” Hyunjin finished and looked up to meet your eyes. 

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” You finally said. It was silent for a while before you spoke up again. “Can we talk about how uh, our friendship kinda... ended? Like what happened, dude? You and I were doing so well and having so much fun.”

“How badly do you want to know?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Bad enough to the point where it’s been eating me alive and I can’t even count the amount of times I stayed up at night thinking about what went wrong,” You looked at Hyunjin with sad, pleading eyes. 

“I caught feelings,” Hyunjin admitted. “I don’t know when exactly, but I was afraid about what could happen if you found out and... I don’t know, I thought that if you and I stopped talking for a bit then I would lose those feelings for you,” Hyunjin continued and looked down. “But I never did...”

“Wait, are you saying you liked me? Dude! I liked you too what the hell,” You said. You were completely oblivious to the last sentence he had said. 

“Hold on, we liked each other at the same time?” Hyunjin asked in confusion.

“That’s literally what I just said my dude,” You laughed. You didn’t want to tell him that you are currently unsure about you felt about him, romantically at least.

You two started smiling to yourselves, each thinking about what could have happened if the both of you had acted upon your feelings. 

“What do you say we get out of here and get some boba? For old times sake,” You suggested.

“Let’s do it!”

Two hours later and you and Hyunjin were both on your fourth cup of boba. How your guys’ bladders could handle that much liquid whilst laughing your butts off is still a mystery. You and Hyunjin spent those two hours to the fullest; exploring the city and revisiting favorite spots that brought back fun memories. 

It was getting dark so Hyunjin decided to walk you home. The two of you started to talk the memories you had missed out together.

“Dude! Remember that time last year when the entire freshmen broke into the campus pool? That would have been a BLAST if you and I had gone together,” You said.

“Holy shit dude you’re right! OH! And do you remember whe-”

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice interrupt Hyunjin.

“Oh, hey Wooyoung! What are you doing here?” You asked. Wooyoung’s car was parked right in front of your house. It looks like he’s been waiting a while.

“I came to pick you up. There’s a party at Seonghwa’s and I heard that Clarissa’s going, so I need you. You weren’t answering your phone so I figured you were out so I’ve been waiting for you,” Wooyoung said. His glare towards Hyunjin was barely unnoticeable. You finally checked your phone which you didn’t realize you haven’t been using since you arrived at the park a few hours prior and sure enough when you opened it, there were tons of texts and missed phone calls all from Wooyoung.

“I’m so sorry, I haven’t been checking my phone,” You said.

“Yeah, clearly,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Why in the world was he so pissed? “So, are you coming or not?”

“I’m exhausted Woo, maybe next time?” You suggested.

“We have a deal, Y/n. I’m not sure if you remember it. Also, you can’t go out running around town with other guys. That’s going to make people suspicious,” Wooyoung said. 

“I was with an old friend! And for the record, you don’t own me and you can’t tell me what to do.” You started to argue.

“Alrightttt I think this is my cue to leave,” Hyunjin finally spoke up, breaking the tension that was lingering in the air. 

“No, Hyunjin. Stay. At least for the night. My parents are out of town and you still have some clothes in the guest bedroom. I don’t want to force you, though,” You said. 

“Oh, yeah sure. My parents are out of town as well and I could use the company,” Hyunjin agreed.

Wooyoung looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed. “Alright, I see how it is. Enjoy fucking each other all night since you guys apparently have the house all to yourselves,” And with that, Wooyoung went back inside his car and drove off.

“What’s up with him?” Hyunjin asked.

“Who knows?” You answered. “Let’s head on inside?”

After eating Chinese take-out for dinner, you and Hyunjin decided to get ready for bed and spend the night watching movies and playing video games.

“So... what do you say we act on Wooyoung’s suggestion?” Hyunjin smirked.

“Wait what.”

“What.”

It was now 11:30 PM and you and Hyunijn were on your 9th round of UNO. You two had planned to binge-watch The End of the Fucking World, but that was now long forgotten and only contributed to background noise. 

As you were about to scream “UNO” since you were down to your last two cards, your phone started ringing. You checked to see who it was and it was Seonghwa.

“Yes, Seonghwa?” You said. It’s quite late, why would Seonghwa be calling you?

“Y/n? It’s Yunho. Seonghwa is in the ambulance right now with Wooyoung. We’re headed to your house right now to pick you up and go to the hospital,” Yunho sounded like he has been crying.

“Wait what? What happened? Are Seonghwa and Wooyoung okay? Why are they in an ambulance?” You asked. You started thinking about all the different kinds of scenarios that could have happened, but nothing could prepare you to what Yunho was about to say.

“Wooyoung got stabbed.”

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[embeanwrites]

Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 15

Masterlist

Connor had driven me home after we finished the movie and now, I was laying in bed looking at my phone. I decided to send Gavin a text before heading to bed.

 How’s burning the midnight oil with Nines?

 lame, i wish i was with my cats

 Me too lol

 how was dinner

 Pretty good, we watched Into the Spider-Verse after. Connor had never seen it!

 i haven’t either

 You’re joking, right? Is this the Jameson and Ginger Ale thing again?

 i barely have time for new movies, let alone old ones

 We’re watching it ASAP

 lol ok pipsqueak

hey i have bad news

 Damn, you couldn’t secure a place for the Dead Mom Society to meet? Or is the bakery out of chocolate chip cookies?

 no i have to work through lunch on monday

 :(

What are you going to have for lunch then?

 idk a pb&j from the breakroom

 Would it ruin your “working through lunch” if I brought you lunch and we eat it in the breakroom?

 nines wont be too happy

 Tell him it’s revenge for lying and setting us up!

 ok ill work on him and let u know

 Awesome! Good luck saving the city tonight, Batman!

 ur the biggest nerd ive ever met

yet for some reason i like u

 Awwwwww you like me

 …hm

 Yeah, yeah I like you too

I gotta go to bed, talk to you later

 Sleep tight, pipsqueak

I smiled at the screen for a moment, even if that nickname was rude and had started as an insult, it was his thing for me now. I'm an adult woman. A nickname shouldn't make me feel this giddy, but here I am, grinning at a now black phone screen, thinking about how he only grins and never smiles and how handsome it is when half his face scrunches up to accommodate those grins. I wonder if he's grinning now, a small one at his desk, maybe into a cup of coffee to hide it while he returns to his case files. I hope he's grinning, feeling like a stupid teenager. I hope he likes me as much as I'm starting to like him. I fell asleep soon after, thinking of what I should bring him for lunch, trying to guess what would surprise him most without being too flashy, what I could do to make him grin for me again.

 I woke up the next morning around 10 am, and laid in bed for a moment questioning how necessary it was for me to get out of this nice warm cocoon of blankets, with the sunlight streaming in gently just out of my eyes, and sighed loudly when I remembered that it was indeed necessary that I get out of bed, as Tina would be here to pick me up at 11:30. I kicked the covers off, grabbing my phone off the charger and moving to sit on the edge of the bed to check it before truly getting up. The first notification was a text from Gavin, sent around 5 a.m. 

u can come on monday probs around 11 bring whatever im not picky

 Will do, Batman!

I turned on a throwback playlist while I got ready, a quick shower where I debated too long over shaving my legs before I actually did so, thinking about how Tina might have me try on a suit or dress for the wedding. I hadn't decided what I wanted to go for yet, hence the indecisiveness with the razor. Eventually I bit the bullet and just took the extra five minutes to shave just to the tops of my knees, not bothering with my thighs as I highly doubted I'd be wearing a mini dress to a formal event, though it might be fun to see how Gavin would react to more revealing clothes. I filed the thought away while I got out of the shower, toweling off and tying the towel around my hair and brushing my teeth. By the time I had thrown on a pair of well loved jeans and a plain tee, Tina was calling me, I answered and before I could even put the phone to my ear, I could hear music blaring in the background, and then Tina screamed "HERE BITCH!" and promptly hung up. I pocketed the phone, and hurried looking for my Birkenstocks, of course they weren't by the door, they were in front of the fridge, where I had stopped last night upon arriving home to grab some food before heading to bed. I slid the sandals on, stopping for a moment to grab two packets of the applesauce squeezies for a quick breakfast. 

By the time I got to the car, Tina was listening to a different song, but the volume was the same, I'm sure my poor neighbors who were trying to sleep in on a Sunday morning were not very pleased. I opened the door and slid in, Tina turned the volume down. What a shame, she had excellent taste in music, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys isn't a song you just turn down! 

"Took you long enough!" She laughed, a smile stretching across her face. 

"Shut up I couldn't find my shoes!" I shouted, holding up my feet and wiggling my toes in the most comfortable pair of shoes ever made. She looked at my feet and raised her eyebrows, snorting.

"Jesus Christ I’m a lesbian and I still wouldn’t wear those ugly ass shoes, (Y/n)!” I gasped and smacked her arm. 

“You’re disrespecting your culture!” I shouted, as the car silently started and began to pull out into the street, heading towards the dress store. Tina just giggled and I huffed. 

“For that, I’m not giving you the applesauce I brought for you.” I tore open the packets, double fisting them and squeezing all their contents into my mouth. Tina howled with laughter 

“What are you, fucking two years old! I cannot believe you!” 

“You’re just jealous that you aren’t as stylish as me and now I’ve had a healthy breakfast which I assume you didn’t as you were at the station all night. I was going to be a good, kind, maid of honor and offer you sustenance but if you disrespect the birks, you disrespect me.” I joked, crossing my arms and looking out the windshield past her. 

“Oh my god my maid of honor is two years old!!” 

“Hey! That’s uncalled for, I’m not a toddler, if anything I’m like a seven year old, I make sense but just barely.” I joked. She laughed and nodded. 

“Still can’t buy booze.”

“That’s why there are other best people who are of age who can.” 

There was a natural pause in the conversation, the song changed and we both listened for a moment before Tina turned to me, a devilish grin on her face making me nervous. 

“What?”

“So, I noticed something strange at work last night.”

“Yeah, what did you notice?” I laughed.

“A certain someone kept texting on their phone and smiling AND Nines wasn’t giving them a hard time for being on their phone.” She smirked. “I thought the date went bad?”

“How do you even know it was me, future Detective Chen?”

“Well, I may have glanced over his shoulder at some point and saw your name.” I laughed.

“Tina! I was going to tell you. You didn’t have to spy on Gavin!” She laughed.

“It was the heat of the moment. I promise the next time I spy on him I won’t tell you.” I shoved her shoulder and we both laughed.

“Man, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” The automatic car pulled into the bridal shop and we both squealed, jumping out of the car and practically running inside.

"I win." Tina said smugly as she crossed the threshold of the store before me. 

"Hey who's the kid now!"

Time went by fast in the shop, the consultants immediately brought us back to a sitting area, offering us complimentary champagne that we happily took. Our consultant, a happy-go-lucky android named Lance, brought out a selection of pantsuits for Tina to try, and offered excellent counsel on all of Tina's concerns. She wanted something elegant and more masculine. She tried a couple things before deciding pinstripe made her feel like a mobster and that white was definitely not her color. Lance was always smiling and laughing with them, not minding at all when they laughed at one of the options or didn't like what he had brought for her. He was very efficient in bringing options, and after three 'no's' he brought out a selection of black jackets and pants, assisting her in a pair of slim fit high waisted slacks with a center vertical pleat to help her look taller, a simple white dress shirt with a short popped collar, and a sleek black satin jacket, with a black lining. The fabric shone nicely in the light, a little bit of a sparkle in the thread. She looked gorgeous, and I could tell she felt it too, the way her eyes shone a bit, and her cheeks flushed, though she would probably blame that on the champagne if I brought it up later.

“You should try on some bridesmaids’ dresses. I’ve got my suit and now I want to judge others!”  Tina plopped down on the couch next to me and took my champagne from me.

"You haven't even decided on the style you want! Are you matching both bridal parties? Doesn't Valerie have a say in it then!" I squawked, reaching for the champagne flute she'd stolen from me. 

"We actually have talked about it, and we decided that as long as everyone has blush pink or yellow in their outfit, whatever style they want is best. It eliminates the drama and keeps our wedding day happy." Tina said, tipping her head back and downing my champagne in one big gulp. I smacked her arm. 

"Ah, I'd be happy to help you find a dress Miss. (L/N)." Lance offered, moving to sit next to me and offered out his hand, images of dresses popping up on his hand. 

"What are you thinking Miss (L/N)? Would you prefer the blush tone or yellow?" Lance asked, looking at my face instead of his hand. 

"Ah, blush please." I requested. 

"Not a problem, it's a popular color so we have a lot of options. Now, what style cut do you like?" I looked at him like a fish out of water. 

"I'm not sure, what do you think would look best, Lance?" He smiled, before pulling up a couple of images on his hand and explaining the styles and what design choices would flatter my features. I nodded, and he guided me back to the dressing room. 

"I'm going to run and grab some of the options we discussed Miss. (L/N)." He told me, before shutting the door. He knocked when he returned about five minutes later, hanging six dresses on the wall for me. "When you're ready, join us in the showing room, and we can adjust the fit and see what the bride thinks." He told me. I shouted 'Thanks!' through the door before turning to decide which dress I wanted to try first. 

 “Wow.” I murmured looking at myself in the mirror. From the tag on the dress I learned it’s a ‘long chiffon dress with halter neckline.’ I didn’t really understand what any of those words meant, but this dress was…amazing. It made me feel like a goddamn princess. 

“What’s taking so long!” I heard Tina shout.

“Give me a minute, you drunk!” I walked out of the dressing room, towards where Tina was sitting.

“Holy shit.” I laughed and spun around.

“It’s pretty good, right?” She got up and walked towards me.

“You’re getting this one. No question. I’m not letting you leave without it!”

“Are you sure? I can try a light-yellow dress if you want.”

“No, this one is perfect.” She smashed her cheek on mine and we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. I was smiling so wide my face was starting to hurt. She quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of us, and I laughed.

“Tina!”

“What! I want to remember this moment.” She kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait to come back here with you when Gavin proposes.” She teased, causing you to laugh. 

“We’ve gone on one date! How much champagne have you had?” She shook her head.

“Just three glasses, I’m drunk on happiness! Come on, change back and buy that dress!” I laughed and walked back to the changing room. I picked up my phone and saw Tina had sent me the picture already. Smiling, I sent the picture to my dad.

 Got my dress for the wedding!

 Beautiful kiddo!

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #tina chen #dbh #hank anderson #x reader

[compo67]

case of the mondays

well today was a thing

i got 4 hours of sleep because my brain would NOT shut off and stop thinking about time travel fic + physics + music

rolled out of bed early in order to maximize the day and try to reset my sleep schedule

only to find out from my mom that my dad was not feeling well and wanted to go to the ER

we live an hour away from him

so i threw a bunch of stuff/meds into my gudetama tote bag and drove like a bat out of hell

scooped up my dad, took him to the ER (because he didn’t want to call an ambulance and okay i get that but DAD)

couldn’t go in with him so i stayed in the parking lot for a while

there were some pretty trees

i got breakfast at starbucks nearby, circled back, waited more, then went to his house and nervously did things

trying to be diagnosed for MCAS is proving harder than getting my POTS dx last year and my EDS dx the year before that

but i made appointments with 2 different doctors this month so i’m somewhat hopeful. still gotta find a cardiologist

cause my geneticist is concerned about the tachy events i’ve been having that don’t 100% line up with POTS so electrophysiology cardiologist here we go

i’m concerned that another major organ might have an issue but also kinda just like whatever, throw it into the pile

sometimes i really resent this meat prison

first ER cleared my dad for a heart attack but made him wait in the waiting room for 3 hours at which point i said fuck it, just leave

so i scooped him up again, we went home, and i made many phone calls to his PCP, my PCP, urgent care, and my mom

all to determine that we’d go to a 2nd ER closer to my mom’s house that had a 30 min wait time

but then aha guess what

the oil filter in my car must have popped off because OIL LIGHT OIL LIGHT FLASHING OIL LIGHT

so we had to leave Sam at my dad’s, take his car (1999 honda accord zombie because it’s more replaced parts than OG parts)

so i drive another hour

drop him off at another ER

wait in another parking lot

go home after they give him an ER room

eat

shower

plop on the couch

eat a bit again

text my dad

try to distract myself

help my sister set things up for him to stay here tonight while my mom picked him up

sat with him on the couch as he ate dinner and henry stared at him

got him settled into bed and made plans for tomorrow

today was just

fuckin’ weird, man

i am so tired but also so awake

yet my mind is like sludge 

hopefully tomorrow i can write

in between taking care of my dad, calling cardiologists, work, and whatever else the universe wants to toss at me these days

i hope y’all are having a better start to the week than i am XD

we had an ambulance and the fire dept here last week too (everyone’s okay) so it’s like alright, 2020, i see what you’re doing

i need to figure out xmas fic ASAP

#compo67 #authorial rambles #personal #pls do not reblog #chronic illness #health issues #mcas