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purplephantomwolf · 5 months

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Love in Motion

Chapter One

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next chapter: Chapter Two

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April 4, 2022

12:30pm

I sigh, turning my attention away from my organic chemistry professor to my laptop screen. I watch as the 20 best drivers in the world complete the last lap of the first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season. I just recently got into Formula 1, so I’m watching the 2021 season to get a feel for the sport. One of my best friends says the 2021 season is a great season to watch because of the fights between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton. I silently cheer as my favourite driver, Lando Norris, finishes P4. I look up at the clock and see that it’s only 12:30. Still 35 minutes left of class, I think. I let out a little audible sigh, turning back to my laptop. I move on to watching qualifying for the first Italy grand prix of the 2021 season. I have just clicked play when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grab it and see a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Did you make it home from the club okay?

Me: *One image attached* Considering I’m currently in a chemistry lecture, I think you may have been given the wrong number. I’m sorry.

I send a picture of my view of my professor, laptop, and notes to the unknown number.

Unknown number: Oh, thank you! I’m sorry for bothering you!

Unknown number: Hang on, are you watching Formula 1 while in lecture?

Me: It’s okay! Also, yes I am watching Formula 1 while in lecture. I’d rather be learning about Formula 1 than boring organic chemistry. Also, why are you texting someone about getting home from the club okay? It’s 12:30 pm?

Unknown number: It’s currently 2:30 am for me. I was attempting to text a girl I was talking to at the club, but it looks like she gave me the wrong number.

Me: Oh, that makes sense. Wait, where are you that’s 14 hours ahead of me? Also, I’m sorry about the whole wrong number thing. That really sucks. Unless she gave you the wrong number cause you’re a creep. Then you deserve it.

Unknown number: I’m currently in Melbourne, Australia. And I wasn’t being a creep! At least, I don’t think so. I hope not at least. I try my best to not be a creep.

Me: Alright, that’s good. I doubt you were being a creep. And Australia? Jeez, that’s so far from me. I’m in Minnesota, United States.

Unknown number: That's only a little far from Australia.

Me: Yeah, it’s going to be not fun to watch the F1 race this weekend, but staying up is so worth it to see the race live.

Unknown number: Big fan of the sport?

Me: Yeah, I am. I just recently got into it, so I’m watching the 2021 season to learn everything I can. I’m also attempting to watch all the qualifying and races live.

Unknown number: Oh cool. That’s got to be tiring Considering most of the races are in Europe. Waking up early every day of the weekend must suck.

Me: I mean, yeah. It kinda sucks, but it’s not too bad. I’m not waking up super early unless it’s races in places like Japan and Australia. The earliest I have to wake up is like 6 for other races. That’s not too bad though.

Unknown number: Oh, that’s not too bad then! Which team do you support?

Me: Well, there’s not a specific team I really support. If I have to choose one, it would be Ferrari, probably followed by Red Bull. I support drivers more than I support teams really.

Unknown number: Okay, then who are your top three drivers?

Me: That is a hard decision to make for 2 and 3. Lando Norris is for sure my number one driver, but I have like 5 drivers tied for second and then 5 tied for third. I made a tier list one time lol

Unknown number: Okay, so what’s the tier list then? I’m curious

Me: The people within each tier are in no particular order. So it goes 1. Norris 2. Verstappen, Leclerc, Gasly, Ricciardo, Sainz 3. Schumacher, Albon, Stroll, Vettel, Tsunoda 4. Bottas, Guanyu, Ocon, Russell, Hamilton 5. Latifi, Magnussen, Perez, Alonso

Unknown number: Hmm, interesting. So do you dislike tier 5 then?

Me: No, I don’t dislike any drivers. Unless you count past drivers *cough* Mazespin *cough* Tier 1 is my all time favourite. Tier 2 are ones I also support a bunch, but are not my all time favourite. Tier 3 are ones I support, but not much as tier 2. Tier 4 are ones I support some. Tier 5 are ones I don’t support at all.

Unknown number: That’s a funny nickname for Mazepin. But why don’t you like him?

Me: I’m not sure. I just get a weird vibe from him.

Unknown number: Interesting. But I get what you’re saying. Can I ask why Lando is your favourite? My favourite is Carlos.

Me: Sure! Lando is my favourite because of his personality, humor, and how he speaks out about mental health. I really struggle with depression and anxiety, so having such a public figure speak out about it is amazing. Also helps that he’s got the boy next door charm. That’s definitely my type lol.

Unknown number: Ahh, okay! Those are good reasons to like him! Now, I feel weird talking to a nameless person. Can I ask you what your name is?

Me: My name is Lydia. Can I ask what your name is?

Unknown number: Lydia, that’s a pretty name. My name is Luke.

Me: Nice to meet you, Luke.

I look up when I hear a commotion around me. I see that my classmates are packing their things and leaving. Wow, time really flew by talking to this stranger. I put my phone down and quickly pack my things. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out. I feel my phone vibrate with a text again. I see that it’s Luke again.

Luke: Nice to meet you too, Lydia.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 story #lando norris #lando norris x oc #lando norris fanfic #lando norris story #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines

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mysteriouslysaltypoetry · 4 months

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Cold Nights

Chapter One: Raph x reader story A/N: Hi hello! this is my first time ever posting this kind of story in here! pls be kind and lemme know of any thing that i can do better for the story. Raphael has been my favourite character for forever now so i wanted to show hims some love! This is in the Bayverse universe but some referencesto the other iterations might appear! Chapter 2/3 This was easy enough. Just a look around the club to see if any weird activities were going on, Jones was somewhere in there as well, much easier for him to walk around all these people and mingle. Meanwhile Raph was on a corner, hiding in the shadow, even if things were less tense for them on the surface it didn’t mean that some folks wouldn’t throw him and his brothers dirty looks here and there. So it was just easier to stay low, even if having to do it made his blood boil.

‘At least the music is nice.’ he thought, might not be what he listens to the most, but jazz was soothing, helped him concentrate, he might even tap his foot to it. The fact that the girl singing was fine as hell didn’t help either, the dress she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination and her eyes were piercing through the crowd, almost as if looking for anything in particular “huh… interesting .”

The night on and on, Jones came up to him a few times, said that nothing was going on, no one saw anything during the party so the calls about the suspicious activity was probably just some drunk guy wanting attention. Ah well, at least he got to have some fun and nice drinks Raph thinks, making his way to the outside of the club, it was a bit cold so the area was empty, or so he thought because the smell of smoke brought him back from his thoughts. Lo and behold it was the singer, she was eyeing him curiously, an amused smile gracing her lips. He wasn’t going to lie, she was starting to make him a bit twitchy.

“What? Have ya never seen a mutant before?” It came out more aggressive than he intended but oh well, not like he is gonna see her again.

“Heh! If you count the times I’ve seen you in TV? I’ve seen them plenty of times.” She says with a chuckle throwing her cigarette away to walk closer to him “Relax big guy, I ain’t looking because to be rude, I was just taking you in. You’re taller than I thought, TV really doesn’t do it justice.” She laughs.

His shoulders relax, a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in leaves his mouth “Shit- sorry I’m just used to the other kind of the staring” leaning against the wall Raph takes a good look at her, she was still in her fancy dress but her hair was now up, held together by a fancy hairclip ‘Must be one of those rich girls’ he thinks already making a mental note to be wary.

“Oh I know. I noticed you were basically glued to the corner of the club, tense as all hell and looking everywhere like something was gonna jump atcha” She crosses her arms and looks up at him with a small smile.

‘So she WAS paying attention to her surroundings… REAL good attention’ Raph’s about to say something else when his phone vibrates, it’s Jones telling him that they can go, the party was over and nothing of importance happened so there was no need for them to be there anymore.

!Hockey Prick!

-Dude lets just go, this thing is over and nothing happened, the others are waiting back at the lair.

Raph rolls his eyes, he supposed his friend (ugh) was right, there was no need to stay any longer than need be… even if this very pretty girl WAS making up conversation with him there was no way that she would really want anything to do with him besides kill some curiosity she had from seeing him around on television. When he looks back at her she raises an eyebrow at him, clearly waiting for an answer.

He sighs “Well, as fun as it was meeting ya, I gotta run, got a friend waiting for me at the entrance.” He nods at her, starting to peel himself from the wall slowly. She hums lowly.

“Hm, I was hoping we could chat some more. But alright, wouldn’t wanna keep your buddy waiting now do we?” she says, extending her hand at him “Name’s (Y/N) by the way.”

“Raphael, but you probably already knew that.” He shakes her hand carefully, her skin soft and cold against his.

“I prefer knowing names from the people themselves.” She tilts her head, friendly grin plastered on her face as they bid their goodbyes.

He chuckles and nods, finally walking to meet up with Casey, a warm feeling on his chest for the first time in the chilly night.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2016 #bayverse raphael #bayverse tmnt #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt casey #raphael x reader #raphael x you #raphael x oc #raph tmnt #raph x reader #pls i love him so much he is such a dork in the live action movies.#Also very prickly #But it's ok cause he is pookie #tmnt 2014

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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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CH 3 Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes

Pairings: Wandanat x reader

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: Loki arrives as a snake, and you panic and try to stab him with a butter knife.

TW: Knife? Snakes. Panic (not attack just the regular kind). Mild description of shock and adrenaline.

A/n Ok so I’m not afraid of snakes but I have been in shock before, plus I’m a little bit of an adrenaline junkie (kinda) so I know what it's like. Hope you guys like this chapter. It’s been a while since I posted for the series. Sorry to everyone who’s been waiting I plan to be posting more soon (key word planning). I rather like how this turned out. Enjoy my traumatised little beans :) … also I’m Australian so i call it jam. Deal with it.

Nat had just gotten back from a mission; it wasn’t too bad, but it did mean that you and Wanda had been doing everything in your power to make her comfortable. You were in the kitchen making Nat her favourite to eat. PB and J sandwiches. You were lathering on the ingredients with great generosity, just the way Natasha liked it. Lots of jam and lots of peanut butter. You were humming the tune to a song by Rihanna you had been listening to lately and dancing around the kitchen. The rest of the team were around somewhere but nobody else was in the kitchen. Just you.

Screwing the lid back on the two jars you placed down the butter knife next to the three plates of sandwiches. One for each of you. Wanda was setting up the bedroom so you guys could have a movie day and you were also planning to grab a bunch of snacks from the cupboard for later, so you didn’t have to come back to the kitchen.

Opening the frigid you deposited the jars and went and found a tray to put all the stuff on. At this point you had moved from humming the song to singing it. You weren’t a bad singer, quite the opposite in fact. You had a lovely voice and as you grabbed the tray you were wiggling your hips to the beat. Something both of your girlfriends found cute and endearing, something they had told you many times in similar situations.

You turned around and set the tray down on the bench. Using the knife to cut the sandwiches the way your girls liked them. Nat liked hers in half diagonally. Wanda liked hers in four little triangles with the crusts cut off, much like a child which is something both you and Natasha teased her for. And you liked them the way you always did, the same as Natasha but without crusts like Wanda, you were the prefect mix of the both of them. The mediator in squabbles and the middle of all cuddles. You were the one that was probably babied the most but it felt nice to be loved in such a tender and compassionate way.

You had just finished the last of the delicate slicing when you glanced around, seeing nobody but your own reflection in the fridge door you smiled to yourself and licked the jam off the knife. Your mother would have had a conniption, you lost count of how many times you were scolded for licking knives as a child. Even if you were always careful to avoid the blade, you were young, not stupid. Except for that one time you cut your tongue on a tape measure but thats a story you would take with you to the grave, scar and all.

Drawing the knife away from your lips and licking the stick residue from the corners of your mouth you walked over to the sink and began to rinse the knife to put it in the high-powered dishwasher Tony had made … adjustments too. Somehow seeing the genius doing domestic tasks was always somewhat of a point of amusement for you and seemingly also the team. But all it had taken was an ask from pepper to “spruce up life around the tower” and the man had been following her like a puppy as she pointed out things for him to “improve.” You laughed at the memory, ever since Pepper had given the world Morgan, Tony was practically bending over backwards to do anything she asked of him and more. Poor guy. So very in love.

You had just gone to turn around to put the knife in what was basically a nuclear-powered dish-cleaning-germ-destroying machine, when you heard the unmistakeable hiss of your worst fear. You froze. Hearing the animal slither along the tiles. Gripping the knife harder in your hand you slowly turned on your heel to face it. The colour drained out of your face. Your hands shook slightly around the knife, and it took all your energy to swallow as your mouth suddenly felt very dry. Your heartbeat in your ears and you didn’t spare a thought as to how the huge beast of a snake managed to get into the tower.

Yellow eyes blinked back as you stared into the face of an emerald-green python. Its small fangs glinted with the reflection of the fluorescent lights of the kitchen ceiling. It hissed, its pink tongue darting in and out of its curved mouth. It stopped a meter away from you seemingly sizing you up. With what almost looked like a smile it opened its mouth giving you a front row seat to a perfect line of teeth that were razor sharp and you had no plans to prove that. It began to coil itself in and you were worried it was about to spring at you. Snakes did that right?

Holding the knife tighter you made a decision. In a fast movement you hurled the knife at the snake's head. You had seemed to catch it off guard as it watched the blade sail towards its face, arching nicely in the air. You had impeccable aim as always. But at the last possible minute it dodged, and the knife clattered to the floor behind it.

“Shit.” You swore. Now you had no weapon and no way out. The snake had you cornered against the bench. In other words, you were between a rock and a hard place, aka somewhere you didn’t want to be. With nothing to hold in your shaky hands you began to curl your fingers into fists and then relax them before repeating the movement. You were still terrified, if not even more so now you had nothing to defend yourself with.

At that movement the snake launched itself at you and you shut your eyes. However instead of the feeling of its fangs piercing your arms which had come up to cover your head, there was a bright flash of green which you saw even behind your closed eyes. Tentatively you peaked open a hesitant eye to look around. You heard laughing and your felt yourself trembling like a hairless cat in winter.

When all you saw was Loki you were ready to kill the frost giant. Before you could make any move, still running off adrenaline Wanda walked into the kitchen.

She paused at the sight. You were still curled in on yourself protecting your head while lock was bent at the waist, an arm on the counter to stabilise himself as he laughed.

“Whats going on in here?” Wanda asked her head tilting dangerously.

“You should have seen her face.” Loki said wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Wanda said taking in your fragile and scared state. She crossed the kitchen while Loki composed himself and you threw your body into her arms. With a small oomph noise, she caught you, wrapping her arms around your shaking torso and adding some delicious pressure to the hug you ground you and hopefully stave off any nastier symptoms of shock.

Loki had stopped laughing now and seemed almost concerned at your reaction. Wanda rubbed circles on your back as you shook evenly with small sobs which broke up the trembling. Over your shoulder Wanda glared at like with enough heat to melt a glacier. She mouthed to him ‘Talk. Now.’ With a glare shaper than his favourite dagger. Seeing no way out of this Loki stammered his explanation.

“Thor had told me of this mid-guardians fear of snakes…”

“You didnt.” Wanda growled protectively, and Loki swallowed trying to hide his fear of the witch, he was a god after all he shouldn’t be scared of mortals. But a protective Wanda was a dangerous creature after all.

“I did not realise it was so severe. My apologies Wanda.” He said.

“We will talk about this later and you will give Y/n a real apology.” She commanded. “Now leave, before a make you.” She said and Loki nodded and left in a flash of green that bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

Wanda drew a shaky breath to dispel her anger towards the god of mischief. Sure, it was in his nature to play pranks, but Wanda was fiercely protective over her girlfriends. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you continued to sob into her collar.

“Sh sh shhh its ok sweet girl. Im here. Im here baby. It's alright. He’s gone my love. There’s nothing that can hurt you now.” She said and held you close. You let out a small whimper and Wanda gently picked you up. You clung to her like a koala. Your legs wrapped around her waist and her hands under your thighs to hold you up. Your arms where wrapped around her neck and your cheek pressed into her covered chest. You sniffled softly as the tears still fell.

“Let’s go watch a movie with natty my baby girl.” Wanda said and she walked out using her magic to bring the snacks and sandwiches you had prepared earlier.

You nodded still not saying anything, emotionally drained. Worn out from the stress, shock and pure fear you felt. You hate snakes. They were a phobia of yours since you were a child. Wanda whispered soothing words in your hair and rubbed her nose on your cheek making you let out a water giggle.

“There’s my sweet little girl.” Wanda said and you blushed and buried your face in her neck making the woman coo at how cute you were. Walking back into the bedroom Wanda mentally informed nat of what had happened not wanting to bring it up again after you had begun to calm down. Nat gave a look saying she would fight Loki later and Wanda shook her head with a smile. She gently set you down in Nat’s open and waiting arms and you clung to her like you had to Wanda. Wanda passed Nat a sandwich and she grinned. Knowing you just wanted cuddles and could eat later. Wanda came and sat beside nat and placed a hand on your lower back ti rub soothing circles.

“You did it just the way i like Detka.” Nat said and you nodded softly into her chest. You were laid on top of her. Your legs either-side of her thighs as you wrapped your arms around her back. Your front flush to hers and face buried in her chest. Wanda chuckled softly at the position. It was one of your favoured ones. You turned your face to the side and your cheek smushed against Nat’s chest. You glared at her and poked your tongue out before burning your face again. Wanda only chuckled harder and nat paused her eat to rub your back.

“Are you being mean to wanda baby?” Nat said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

A small huffed out “no.” Was heard from the fabric of her shirt and Nat stifled a smile at your antics. They could hear the pout in your voice.

“Really now?” Nat said sounding amused. “Cuz, you know what happens with you are.” She said and you shuddered.

“No.” you said again and nat and wanda shared a demonic grin before they began to tickle you. You squealed and began laughing.

“S-stop. S-tooopp” you whined and after a bit both redheads relented.

“It's not fair your both not ticklish.” You huffed and Wanda and Nat laughed.

“Come here baby.” Wanda said and opened her arms.

“No. Comfy.” You pouted and wanda matched the expression.

“Then I’ll come to you.” Wanda moved closer and curled into Nat’s side throwing an arm over you. She had selected a romcom to watch and the three of your settled in for the movie. Wanda passed you the sandwich and you dropped crumbs on Nat’s shirt much to her amusement. After an afternoon of tlc and some much-needed cuddles. You were feeling much better. Loved. And all thoughts of snakes gone from the crevices of your mind.

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [13] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.2k

chapter 13

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a/n - sorry for no update yesterday my sweets 😭 been preoccupied as of late! need to catch up on writing 💕

y/n 💕 : girlies

y/n 💕 : I need help

y/n 💕 : kyle wants to take me to this place called starks pond?

y/n 💕 : I need outfit vibes 😬

bebe 💋 : omg he’s finally going to man up and ask you out 🤭

y/n 💕 : I don’t want to get my hopes up

wendy 💜 : literally everyone has their first kiss at starks pond

wendy 💜 : he’s definitely going to kiss you tonight!!! 🥰

y/n 💕 : god I really hope you’re right

y/n 💕 : seriously, what do I wear to something like this?

y/n 💕 : I didn’t bring date clothes but also its a pond so its not like we’re going out for dinner

bebe 💋 : you can borrow one of my dresses?

y/n 💕 : the last two times I borrowed your dresses I flashed him 😶

bebe 💋 : exactly!

bebe 💋 : you wanna get lucky or not? 😏

wendy 💜 : bebe! 😒

wendy 💜 : y/n ignore her

wendy 💜 : do you have that cute skirt that makes your waist look good?

y/n 💕 : the black one?

y/n 💕 : I do have that with me

bebe 💋 : that and a red top with red lipstick so he will look at your lips you will look so hot

wendy 💜 : no, wear green thats kyle’s favourite color

bebe 💋 : hello?

bebe 💋 : i’m the one doing a degree in fashion 🙄

y/n 💕 : bebe i love you but red makes me look bitchy

y/n 💕 : green it is

y/n 💕 : love you guys so much 💕

wendy 💜 : tell us all about it after!!! 💜

bebe 💋 : we want ALL of the details 😘

Y/N put her phone down and dug through the small suitcase of clothes she had packed to find the skirt and top she knew she had packed. Relief flooded through her when she found them at the bottom of the bag.

She darted to the bathroom to get changed, fixing her hair so it looked presentable. She considered lipstick but knew it would make for a nicer first kiss if she stuck to just lip balm. She wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

“Ready to go?” Kyle asked once she emerged. He always looked handsome, but something about the way he looked at that moment was special. He had let his hair run a little more on the wild side than usual. She wondered if it was because she had told him she liked it like that. His top two buttons were undone, whereas he would usually only unbutton the first. She had to snap herself out of admiring him for too long, or she would seem creepy.

“Ready!” She confirmed, realising he was waiting for an answer. She held out her arm, and he linked it with his own. They ignored the kissing noises Ike was making as they walked out the door.

“Are you okay with walking?” Kyle asked. “It’s only down the road.”

Y/N looked nervously down at her shoes, realising it was probably a bad idea to have worn heels, but decided to push past it. “I’m happy to walk!”

Those words haunted her after just five minutes of walking. They were apparently halfway there, but she was already struggling. She did her best to hide her discomfort from Kyle, but he picked up on it as he had slowed down significantly to accommodate her.

By the time they made it to Stark’s Pond, she had to flop down on the nearest bench as soon as possible.

“This is why I don’t wear heels,” She groaned, kicking the demon shoes off. “They’re a torture device and not the fun kind.”

“Fun torture?” Kyle was confused for a second, but the realisation hit him right after. “Oh! Right… Yeah…”

“Sorry,” Y/N laughed a little awkwardly. “I guess you’re not into all that?”

“I guess I’ve just….” He tried not to let his thoughts linger on the idea for too long, not out of discomfort but because the idea turned him on a little more than he anticipated. Even though it was 7pm and the sun had mostly set, there was still a hint of light, and he couldn’t risk her seeing a tent in his pants and being weirded out by it. “Never thought of it.”

“Ducks!” Y/N suddenly gasped, pointing at the birds. “Oh! I wish we had something to feed them!”

“Who says we don’t?” Kyle grinned as she looked at him in pure excitement. “And before you say it, no, it’s not bread because I know that’s not good for them.” Looking through the satchel he brought with him, he found the bag of frozen peas he had snuck out from under his mom’s nose in preparation. There were always ducks at Stark’s Pond, and Y/N had talked about how she always loved feeding the ducks back at home and educated him on what was safe to feed them. He wanted her to know that he had listened and cared about what she said.

Kyle felt his heart almost leapt out of his chest when she flung her arms around him in a hug that left him breathless, both because of how tight it was and because it was paired with a kiss to the cheek. He reminded himself again that kisses on the cheek were normal for Y/N. She did them all of the time with her friends. They were friends.

When she switched and kissed him on the other cheek as well, his hands instantly tensed around her as he hugged her back. Two kisses. Very good friends.

“Come on!” Y/N stood up, her shoes abandoned by the bench, not caring about how muddy it was around the pond as she tried to pull Kyle up with her. She almost fell over when he did get up, not expecting the sudden change in force required, but he managed to catch her just in time. She didn’t seem phased, just laughed at the situation.

Her laugh echoed through his mind and heart. He could listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life and never get tired of the sound.

The ducks loved the frozen peas, and watching Y/N’s joy when they went crazy for them was unlike anything he had ever seen. In his head, he had already planned a future for them where they bought a house in the countryside and raised ducks together. He couldn’t comprehend how he had so quickly become absolutely smitten with her, but he wasn’t upset by it.

As they threw the last handful of peas into the pond, Kyle looked down at Y/N beside him just as she looked up at him, a breathtaking smile on her face. He knew exactly what he needed to do, what he had planned their whole evening around.

All he had to do was lean down and kiss her.

He knew she could sense it. Her smile softened, eyes fluttered half closed as he leaned in and… pulled her in for a hug.

Something in his brain short-circuited. He froze at the last second, head moving to the side to avoid the collision.

“I really value our friendship,” The words left his lips before he could stop them. They were the wrong ones. He was supposed to say that he felt more than friendship for her, but the words were gone, and the moment had slipped from his grip.

“Me too,” The disappointment in her voice was evident. He could feel it over the disappointment he felt in himself for being a coward and not saying the right thing, not doing the right thing.

“We should get back before it gets too late,” He sighed, looking up as the moon started to peek through the trees.

“Right,” She nodded, looking over at the bench where her shoes lay. “Give me a second…” She walked over and started to put them back on. Kyle could still salvage the evening. He had to. He owed her that much.

With ease, he lifted her up bridal style, just like he had two weeks before on Halloween. She squealed in surprise, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck for support. Her laughter echoed in his ear, returning a fraction of the joy they had shared before he ruined the moment.

The atmosphere between them had changed, but it wasn’t exactly a pleasant change for either one of them. It wasn’t the change Kyle hoped to have returned home with that evening. Few words were exchanged as they settled in for the night, Y/N on the bed, Kyle on the air mattress. Each faced one another, but they were on their phones.

kyle 📗 : I choked

kenny 😘 : kinky 💦

kyle 📗 : Not like that 😑

stan 🎸 : shit dude what happened?

kyle 📗 : I just froze up and forgot everything I had planned to say

cartman 😡 : HA

cartman 😡 : KENNY U OWE ME $20

kenny 😘 : FUCK U DUDE

kyle 📗 : You assholes placed a bet?

cartman 😡 : easy money brah

cartman 😡 : knew ur too much of a pussy to do it

kyle 📗 : I hate you so much

kyle 📗 : I think I totally blew my chances

stan 🎸 : dude I puked on wendy like 7 times

stan 🎸 : you can’t have done worse than that

kyle 📗 : went in for a kiss, chickened out and went for a hug, told her that I value our friendship

kenny 😘 : YOU FRIENDZONED HER 🤣🤣🤣

stan 🎸 : I spoke too soon lol

kyle 📗 : Don’t lol at that!

cartman 😡 : LMFAO

kyle 📗 : I’m going to crawl in a hole and die now

bebe 💋 : spill babe spill

bebe 💋 : did you kiss?

bebe 💋 : did you fuck? 😏

bebe 💋 : is he as big as the rumours from the locker room suggested? 🍆

wendy 💜 : BEBE

wendy 💜 : but also

wendy 💜 : tell us everything

wendy 💜 : especially if the rumours are true 😘

y/n 💕 : well I wouldn’t know 😒

y/n 💕 : I think he was going to kiss me but decided against it at the last second

bebe 💋 : omg

wendy 💜 : why???

y/n 💕 : I wish I had the answer

y/n 💕 : so I could know what I did wrong lol

bebe 💋 : babe you absolutely did nothing wrong

wendy 💜 : maybe he was just worried his breath stank 😶

y/n 💕 : we had mints on the way there 🥲

y/n 💕 : he bought them with him

y/n 💕 : he was prepared for that

y/n 💕 : like he was definitely going to kiss me but he just didn’t

wendy 💜 : there has to be a reason

wendy 💜 : the way he looks at you is like straight out of the movies

wendy 💜 : he is head over heels for you babe

y/n 💕 : well maybe we’ve misread the situation

y/n 💕 : or he changed his mind about me or something

y/n 💕 : he hugged me and said he values our friendship

bebe 💋 : oh god

bebe 💋 : that is bad

bebe 💋 : i love you but that is awful

bebe 💋 : like the worst thing a guy you’re interested in could say

wendy 💜 : bebe you’re not helping babe

wendy 💜 : but yeah thats really bad

wendy 💜 : sorry y/n 💔

y/n 💕 : but he carried me home because I wore heels 🥲

y/n 💕 : I don’t know how to deal with these mixed messages

wendy 💜 : I’ll talk to stan and see if he knows anything

y/n 💕 : please don’t!

y/n 💕 : I don’t need to drag other people in my embarrassment 🥲

y/n 💕 : I’m gonna try and sleep this off and hope things are normal again tomorrow

y/n 💕 : love you girls 💕

wendy 💜 : love you 💜

bebe 💋 : love you bby 😘

Y/N sighed and turned off her phone. They would be driving to her mother’s house the next day. She was worried the situation would just make things worse. Her mother’s presence tended to do that. She wanted to fix things between them before they were ruined for good.

“It’s cold,” Y/N whispered, snuggling under the covers as she watched Kyle turn his phone off as well and meet her gaze. Concern flooded his face.

“Do you want some more blankets?” He asked, sitting up in preparation to grab some blankets from the closet.

“No,” She shook her head, feeling bold. “You’re warmer.”

“I’m what?” He looked up at her from his lower position on the air mattress on the floor. “Do you want me to…?” She didn’t say anything, just lifted up the covers so he could join her. It was his bed, after all. It made more sense for him to sleep in it than on the air mattress.

Slightly hesitantly, he got up and slipped into bed next to her, his body stiffening when her arms wrapped around him. It only took him a few seconds to relax into the position, his arm reaching over her in return. It was the same way they had slept the night before.

“Goodnight, Ky,” She whispered. His heart skipped a beat at the new nickname. Maybe he hadn’t fucked up his confession as much as he thought?

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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baby, please - part 6

You meet up with Santi, again, about your news, and it goes much better than last time. Also, your friends are the best people you know.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Abortion mentions (I am personally pro-choice). An awful lot of dialogue. Reader refers to her friends as 'guys' and Courtney refers to her as 'dude' at one point, and 'girl'. Swearing. I'm from the UK so I'm not 100% sure what happens in America regarding doctor/midwife appointments, but from what I've researched, it looks a little similar, so I'm going to try and be as accurate as I can moving forward. This hasn't been my favourite chapter so far, it's mostly been just a filler. Slightly proofread. Word count: 2,833 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Part 5 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 7

These are your texts. These are your friend's texts. Initials will be at the start of each text in the GC.

You both agreed to meet back at the coffee shop after work. You made the effort to finish at a regular time, that your clients could wait until after the weekend. Nothing huge was coming up for a while, so you had the time to relax, just a bit.

Which reminded you, you needed to organise something with your friends. You haven’t contributed to the group chat for nearly a week, and they’d been texting you separately to see if you were okay, and you’d been overly short with them.

You walked through the door of the coffee shop, looking around before your eyes land on Santi sat in a corner, looking at something on his phone. You take a moment to just check him out.

You’ve said it once, and you’ll say it again (probably forever), he was still so good-looking. Even with the nervous energy he had, he still made your heart skip a beat. He looked like he hadn’t shaved for a few days, his beard matching his mixture of black and salt and pepper curls. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt, and jeans. You didn’t understand how someone who could dress so simply could still look so well put together.

Taking a deep breath, you make your way over to him. He looks up from his phone, his eyes widened as you approached the table. You gave him as small smile as you approached.

“Hey, thanks for meeting me,” Santi greeted you, standing from his seat and motioning to the empty seat opposite him.

“Thanks for reaching out,” you said, sitting down and placing your bag by your feet. He nervously sat back down, wiping his palms on his well-fitted jeans, a cappuccino and an iced latte already in front of him. You melted at the fact that, despite how badly your last meeting ended, he still remembered what drink you had in front of you.

“How are you doing today, are you doing all right?”

You huff out a small laugh. “Well, I threw up about ten times today, I think it might be a new record for me. I’m bloated and constantly hungry…” you bite your lip as you saw him avert his gaze awkwardly, his hands still rubbing against his jeans. You sighed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to rant. I’m fine.”

Santi nodded. “I’m sorry again about how I reacted on Sunday.”

You shake your head at him. “Really, you don’t have to say you’re sorry – “

“I said some not very nice things and it’s been playing over and over in my head, and it wasn’t right.”

You hesitated for a moment before you nodded. “What you said was kind of uncalled for. But I get it. I just threw this bombshell on you.”

“It doesn’t excuse it. I’d take it back if I could. Or never say it at all, because that’s not what I think of you.”

You nod at him before picking up the iced latte. “You’re forgiven. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”

Santi nodded, his hands finally stilling on his thighs. “Okay. Yeah.”

You take a sip of your coffee. It was a little stronger for what you would order usually, but you appreciated the effort. You take a deep breath and swallow nervously. “I know it's a lot to take in, but I think we need to figure out how we're going to handle this.”

Santi’s shoulders relaxed, and he gave a subtle sigh of relief at you bringing up the elephant in the room. “Yeah, I agree. Have you made any decisions yet?”

You shake your head. “No. Well…I've been doing some research, and I’m leaning towards keeping it. I did look into terminating. But I’m not sure yet.”

Santi gave a single nod. “Okay.” he rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, what role do I play in this? Do you want me to be involved, or what?”

“That's entirely up to you. I don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with.”

Santiago went quiet, reaching over for his coffee and taking a sip. You both sat there in silence for a few moments, just drinking your coffees as you take in your situation.

You didn’t want to push him. You really appreciated that he reached out to you to talk to you about this, to get his input. If he wanted to be child free, then you could come up with some sort of agreement, where he wasn’t involved and wouldn’t have to pay child support. He could sign away his parental rights before the baby even arrived.

Or you could terminate, like you had looked into.

You shake the thought from your head. You have your first appointment with your doctor next week, you could explore your options then.

“Have you told anyone you’re pregnant yet?”

You were surprised by the question, merely because you weren’t expecting that to be his next one. You shake your head. “No. Have you?”

“No.” Santi placed his now empty coffee mug on the table. “You’re one hundred percent sure you are?”

You nod. “I took four tests, and they were all positive. I have a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday to confirm, but it’s more of a formality thing. And to get me on the books.”

“Yeah. Okay. Right.” Santi frowns at you. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Your breath hitches at the question as you suddenly felt exposed…stunned, and honestly, you felt a slight lump in your throat. You swallow nervously as you avert your gaze for a moment before you look back up at him. You didn’t think to ask. You assumed he wouldn’t want to go. But, really…you didn’t want to go alone. “If you wanted. You don’t have to decide now. But I would appreciate it if you could be there for emotional support.”

Santiago nodded. “I can do that, I’ll be there.”

“I appreciate that. And we can talk about a DNA test to confirm the paternity, if that’s something you want to do.”

Santi was already shaking his head. “No, I believe you. I don’t…we don’t have to do the paternity test.”

Your breath hitches slightly, tears finally filling your eyes. “Okay. Thank you.” You place your half-drunk coffee on the table before you lean forward. “I know this isn't what either of us planned, but I'm glad we're able to have an open and honest conversation about it.”

“I never thought I would be in the position,” Santi said. “Someone telling me that I’m gonna be a dad.”

“Never pictured yourself settling down?” you asked, sniffing as you wiped at your eyes. You pick up your drink again, finding you needed something to do with your hands, and take a large gulp.

“No. Not with work, or my lifestyle,” Santi replied. “Was never in the cards for me.”

You nod, understanding. “I get it. With my dating life, I didn’t think it would happen with me either.” You both settle into an awkward silence. You finish your drink and place it down on the table before clearing your throat. “So, the doctor’s appointment is after work, at five-thirty, do you want me to text you the address?”

“I can come and get you after work, if you want,” Santi replied.

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh, really, it’s okay. It’s a little out of your way – “

“I don’t mind.”

“I’ll be taking my car to work anyway, so…”

After a few moments, Santiago nodded. “Okay then. I’ll just meet you there.”

You gave him a small smile before grabbing your bag and standing, digging through it for your purse as Santiago quickly after you. “How much do I owe for coffee?”

Santi waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I – “

“I’m sure you paid for mine on Sunday when I stormed out.”

You gave him a look before continuing to dig through your bag. “I insist, Santi.”

“Really, don’t worry about it. I got you pregnant, so the least I can do is get your coffee.”

You look at him, seeing him raise his eyebrow at you and give you a pointed, unamused look. You sigh before closing your bag, giving him a small smirk. “Fine.”

He walks you out and down the block to your car, making small talk about work and how well the launch went, since you mentioned it on your date.

“It went great. I threw up during the big speech. Emily followed me to the bathroom.”

Santi groaned. “She doesn’t know, does she?”

You shake your head. “She hasn’t said anything to me, but I think she knows something is going on.”

“I wouldn’t hear the end of it,” muttered Santi, causing you to giggle as you reach your car.

You turned to Santi, giving him a smile. “Thanks again for…this. I really didn’t know what I was going to do.” You unlock your car before opening the door. You turn to look at him. “See you on Wednesday?”

“See you on Wednesday.”

You don’t hug. You don’t kiss. You don’t even shake hands. You just stare at each other for a moment before you climb into your car, giving him a small wave as you start it and back out of the space, driving away. You watch him for a moment in your rearview mirror, seeing him standing, watching you drive for a few seconds before he turns and walks away.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Why was that so awkward? The guy had seen you naked, had sex with you, and got you pregnant. Surely you were past the awkward stage in your not-relationship? You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. It was probably awkward because you were pregnant with his child. You barely knew each other.

Maybe he just needed a few more days for it to sink in. He hadn’t been around you much, after all, since you announced you were carrying his child.

You arrive back to your apartment, biting your lip as you stare at your phone screen, contemplating telling him you got home okay. Was that a bit forward? He might need just a bit of space after your meeting. You decide against texting him.

You get yourself out of your work clothes and into your comfiest pyjamas, slipping your feet into the fluffiest socks you own. You made your way into your kitchen, intending to heat up some leftovers, not really feeling like cooking much tonight. You turn on your oven, waiting for it to heat up.

You meander out of the kitchen, grabbing your phone from its place still in your bag, seeing that your group chat has been a little active since you left work to meet up with Santi. It wasn’t anything important, just your friends talking about their days. Gabrielle was dealing with two kids with chicken pox, and Beth’s newest client was being a nightmare and difficult. Courtney had offered her usual down to Earth responses, both in support of her friends.

You smiled. You wondered what they would say when they found out you were pregnant.

You. The perpetually single friend.

You type out a quick text, telling them exactly what was happening before you delete it all, and rewrite it. You stood there for a full ten minutes, contemplating letting them know what’s been going on over text. You should tell them in person. These were your girls, your family. They deserved better.

Sorry I have been MIA ladies. Been going through some stuff.

You sigh as you send the message in the group chat. It was simple and kept to the point.

It wasn’t long until you got a response.

B: Jesus, finally. Thought you’d died. You okay?

G: Do you need anything? I can come by tomorrow and drop some stuff off for you.

C: Glad you’re okay.

I’m okay, thanks guys. Is everyone free next weekend? We could have lunch somewhere.

G: I’ll see if I can get a sitter. Matthew is away with his brother for their cousin’s bachelor party.

B: I am free. I have something to ask you guys about the wedding.

G: Bridesmaids!?

B: You’ll just have to wait and see.

C: I’m free after 1pm. Got a work thing.

B: On a Saturday?

C: Rude, not all of us are our own boss.

B: Shut up.

Great, I can book a late lunch on Saturday. 2pm good for everyone? I’ll take a look at what’s available if not.

G: I’ve heard Bella Cucina is good, not sure if they’re open for lunches though.

They’re not, just the evenings. That’s where I went for my date with Santiago.

C: Lol.

You sent a not-very-ladylike emoji to Courtney before telling them you’ll send them lunch details when you can. You snort at Courtney’s not-so-ladylike reply back with a similar emoji before she sent you a message privately.

So, what’s going on? Did you take a pregnancy test?

You bit your lip. You appreciated that she asked you separately from the group chat, but you also wanted everyone to know what you were going through in person. It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her, Courtney wouldn’t breathe a word of it, but you just weren’t sure what was going to happen in the next few weeks. But you know that if you don’t say something now, Courtney will be suspicious. You could lie, but it would seem silly to.

You just had to bite the bullet. With Courtney anyway.

I did.

You immediately put your phone down, the panic rising in your throat. You did it. You were ‘publicly’ acknowledging your pregnancy to someone to wasn’t Santiago. You busied yourself with your almost forgotten leftovers, putting them in the oven and setting a timer. You went to your bathroom, took off the day’s make up, and placed on a face mask. You set up your couch, where you planned to plant yourself and watch Netflix all night, ignoring your phones constant chimes of Courtney’s messages.

You pottered around a bit more, closing your curtains, putting away your clothes, and cleaning up a few dishes you had left out that morning. You removed the face mask and moisturised your skin before finally going back to your phone.

And? Are you pregnant?

Come on, you can’t just throw that on me and disappear.

Seriously. Are you pregnant or not!?

I know you’re doing this on purpose, you haven’t just put your phone down and got distracted by something else!

You’re not subtle.

Girl, if you don’t answer your phone!!!!!

When she sent you your full name in capital letters, you thought it best to reply.

I’m pregnant.

Holy shit. How are you feeling?

Life has been a little upside down. I’ve been dealing with it.

Does Santiago know?

Yeah, it’s why I’ve been MIA. It’s been a challenge.

Fuck, dude, are you okay?

It’s fine. Well, it will be fine. I have an appointment on Wednesday with my OB, Santi will be there. So he says. I won’t blame him if he changes his mind, it’s not exactly an ideal situation.

Are you keeping it?

You hesitated, because you didn’t know how to answer that. You obviously took too long to answer because Courtney rang your phone. You took a few seconds to answer it. “I don’t know if I’m going to keep it.”

“Is it because of Santiago?”

“Well, partly. It’s his foetus too.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And other factors. Obviously. Money. My living situation. Work. It’s all just…overwhelming.”

“You know we won’t judge you for what you choose to do, right?” Courtney said. “Is that what lunch is about next week? You don’t have to say anything to the others if you decide not to keep it, don’t feel pressured to let the others know.”

You try to hold back tears, sucking in your lips and biting down on them before you take a shaky breath. “I know.”

“We’ll be here for you, whatever you need. Do you need me there on Wednesday?”

“No, really, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay…you know Andy is a cop, right, he knows how to hide a body where no-one will find it if Santiago fucks you over.”

You let out a watery laugh, wiping at your eyes. “I know. But Santi’s a good guy.”

“The offer is there.”

Your timer goes off in your ear, causing you to flinch. You turn it off, before finally telling Courtney that you had to go, you were about to have dinner. You told her you would tell her all about the week you’d had another time, and that you would keep her updated on anything regarding the baby, and/or Santiago. She told you that she would always be available for you. You both hang up.

In that moment, you knew you’d be okay. You’d be fine. No matter what happens with the baby and Santi, at least you had your friends. And that was all you needed.

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uramilf · 11 months

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The Record Shop - Chapter One

A/N: Surprise!! It wasn’t bedtime after all

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (f receiving), weed mentioned, alcohol consumption, Matty being a bit too hot to handle also how cutesy is this gif

*Penny’s POV*

“Can I help you with anything darling?”

I opened my eyes wide at the sight of the beautiful boy in front of me. He smiled at me, and I blinked, pulling myself together.

“You can, actually,” I nodded. “I’m just looking for some Jeff Buckley?” He grinned. “You like him too, huh?”

I smiled back. “Yep, do you have Grace?”

“Of course, let me go grab one from the back.”

He left for a moment or two, and I heard him rummaging about through the back of the store. When he returned, he was holding a Grace vinyl. “I swear this is one of my favourite albums of all time.”

“Oh totally, it’s amazing,” I smiled back. He stood there for a moment, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. I looked back, meeting his gaze. We were quiet, but it somehow wasn’t awkward. It almost felt like I was meant to walk into his store.

After a moment or two, he broke his gaze and cleared his throat. “Sorry, do you need anything else darling?”

I shook my head. “No thanks, it was my first day at a new job today so I thought I would come treat myself to a record. I usually go record shopping after something big like that, you know?”

He looked surprised. “New job, huh? Where are you working?”

“Attitude hair salon, just down the street. I’m a hairdresser, just moved up here from London though.”

“Oh hey, my friends girlfriend gets her hair done there,” he replied. “She got it cut there last week and she’s been going on about it ever since.”

I grinned and he made his way behind the counter and scanned my record for me.

“I’m Matty, by the way. Oh sorry, you probably already saw that. Name tag. Duh.” I could tell he was getting slightly nervous, so I smiled at him again.

“I’m Penny.”

“That’s a pretty name, love. You mustn’t know many people here if you’re from London, then.”

“Nope, pretty much nobody, apart from the girls at work. I met them when I came down for an interview.” Matty nodded slowly whilst putting my new record into a plastic bag for me. I handed over some cash and he put it into the register, handing me back my change. Our fingertips brushed slightly and I saw a ghost of a grin on his lips. I could tell I was turning red.

“Will you wait here for just one second, darling?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Um, sure.”

He disappeared into the back of the shop once more and I heard him talking frantically to another man, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I definitely heard my name, along with ‘London’ and ‘doesn’t know anyone yet.’ I blushed a bit. I didn’t want him thinking I was pathetic for having no friends in Manchester. However, when he returned, he was accompanied by a man quite a bit taller than him, who had fair curly hair and dark eyes, with the same logo on his t-shirt: the word “fusion”, which was the name of the store, and a little embroidered vinyl record, and his shirt was dark grey instead of black.

“Penny, this is George. He’s my best mate, we’ve been working here together since we left school.”

George stepped forward and shook my hand.

“Hi, George, lovely to meet you.”

He returned the sentiment, smiling confidently. I have to say, it was turning into the strangest interaction I’d ever had in a record shop.

“So basically, George is having a party tonight, and all our friends are gonna be there. I thought since you haven’t really met anyone down here yet that you could come along? Don’t feel pressured to say yes, of course, but it could be nice for you to get to know some people in the area.”

I felt overwhelmed by their kindness and nodded eagerly. “That would be amazing, guys. Thank you so much.”

“No problem, Penny. Why don’t you gimme your number and I can send you my address?” George asked. Matty looked panicked.

“Actually Penny, if you give me your address I could always pick you up and take you. You know, that way you could have a drink without worrying about getting home.”

I laughed to myself. “Thanks Matty, that would be great.” I gave him my number and scribbled down my address quickly, before grabbing George’s number too in case of emergencies. I thanked the boys again, taking my record in the plastic bag and leaving the store.

“I’ll pick you up at nine, Penny!”

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I looked in the mirror one last time. I had opted for a tight black dress that reached my mid-thigh, but had a slit that went up my leg and left little to the imagination. My makeup looked good, some dark eyeshadow and a red lip making me look quite bold, a feeling a wasn’t used to. I was wearing black strappy heels that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk in after a few drinks, but I supposed I would just have to chance it. My phone buzzed and I checked to see a text from Matty: “I’m outside your building love x”

My heart fluttered at the message, especially the “x” at the end. I shook the feeling off. I had just met this guy, and he was really only inviting me out because I had no friends. Super romantic.

I grabbed my keys and headed out of the flat, getting the lift down to the ground floor. Stepping out the main door of the building, I shivered slightly at the cold air against my bare arms. My eyes fell on Matty, standing against his car.

“Hi darling. You look stunning.” He was in a similar pair of black jeans as he had been in earlier, but he was now wearing a white button-up and a leather jacket. He shrugged the jacket off when he saw me shiver and made his way to me, draping it round my shoulders right away. Holy shit. That was fucking hot. He even opened the car door for me, as if we were on a date. I tried to shake that thought from my mind. Of course we weren’t on a date. We had just met. It was just a party. I didn’t know anything about him - fuck - did he have a girlfriend?

Matty shutting his car door and switching on the radio pulled me out of my train of thought. Arctic Monkeys was playing - Fluorescent Adolescent. The song seemed to fit Matty. He must have been must older than me but he had a kind of boyish air about him, like a teenager constantly in trouble, but in a cheeky way that you couldn’t help but find funny. He turned his head to look at me. “You ok love?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You look great, Matty.”

He began to pull out of the car park, smiling at me.

“Thanks darling. I meant it when I said you looked stunning. You really do.”

My stomach was churning now. Even my ex boyfriend Alex had never made me feel this way, and I dated him for three years.

“Thank you Matty,” I said quietly. He eyed me again, for longer this time, until he had to look at the road again.

“Really, Penny. I know we’ve just met but if there’s something wrong, you can tell me. If you’re not comfortable hanging out with us this quickly it’s ok.”

I shook my head and giggled.

“No, Matty. It isn’t you. Honestly I’ve never been as glad to meet someone as I was to meet you, I thought it was gonna take me forever to get to know people.”

“So what’s up then, love?”

“I was just thinking about my ex. Our breakup was kinda the reason I moved, to start over. Me and Alex were together for three years, and it ended pretty badly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that lovely, I’ve been there.”

His hand crept onto my knee and gave my leg a reassuring squeeze, before placing his hand back on the wheel. My breath caught in my throat. I don’t think he knew how attractive he was without even trying.

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We arrived at George’s house at a quarter last nine, and there seemed to already be quite a few people around. I spotted George almost as soon as I walked through the door, wearing faded blue jeans and a button up similar to Matty’s. He strode over to me, wrapping me in a warm hug. George was someone I couldn’t help but like, even having only met him once very briefly before.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Penny! You look great.”

“Thanks George, great house,” I said, looking around. The house was small but, much like myself, he had made it beautiful. I noticed a photo of him and Matty hanging on the wall above the stairs and smiled to myself. It had clearly been taken years ago, when the boys were teenagers. Matty’s hair was longer and curlier, and George’s was less blonde. They stood at a similar height and had their arms around each other, grinning into the camera. They were both in shorts and Newcastle United shirts, and their arms were stick thin and bare of tattoos. In front of them was a little boy with light brown hair and a grin similar to Matty’s, who was clinging to one of George’s legs.

“That’s a nice picture,” I commented.

George looked up and laughed. “I think that was taken about 7 years ago now. We were only 17. That’s Matty’s little brother Louis in the picture, he was only 5.”

George led me into the living room, where most of the people were. A girl around my height came running over excitedly. She had long, black, straight hair which tumbled down her back and moved beautifully when she moved. I found my weird hairdresser brain thinking about how much I wanted to touch it. She slung an arm around George’s waist, barely coming up to shoulder height on him.

“Oh my god, you must be Penny! George said he met you earlier.”

“Yeah, that’s me!”

“I’m Charli. It’s so nice to meet you, babe. Let’s go get a drink.”

With that she stood on her tiptoes to give George a kiss on the cheek before linking her arm with mine and pulling me towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Charli introduced me to Adam and Ross, who were apparently some of Matty and George’s closest friends. Adam worked in a bar down the street from my flat, and I promised to call in next time he had a shift. Ross worked in a place a few streets over that did tattoos and piercings, and told me he had done most of his friends’ tattoos. Adam called his girlfriend Carly over to meet me, and she embraced me warmly much as George had when I arrived. The boys left to go for a smoke and I was left with their wonderful girlfriends.

“So Penny, George said you’ve just started at Attitude. We both get our hair done there,” Charli remarked, whilst pouring me a vodka lemonade (which seemed like a lot more vodka than lemonade, not that I was complaining.)

“Wait, really?” I took a sip of my incredibly strong drink. “I hope I get both of you when you next come in, I always prefer customers I know.”

After a short conversation with the girls about work (and how much I loved their hair), Matty appeared in my peripheral vision and draped an arm around my shoulder. “Sorry girls, do you mind if I steal Penny for a bit? I wouldn’t want such a beautiful girl to leave without me getting to know her.”

Carly raised an eyebrow. “You’re such a flirt, Matty. Give the girl a break, you just met her for god’s sake!” I giggled, unable to resist walking away with Matty, after catching Charli give me a knowing look.

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George had a small balcony attached to his bedroom which Matty and I had ended up on, sharing a blunt. We were sat side by side on the cold ground, the night air cooling us down. The weed hadn’t kicked in yet, but we were chatting away with no awkwardness whatsoever.

“So how old are you anyways, Matty?”

“24, you?”

“21.”

“So it’s totally ok for me to do what I’m about to do then.”

I snapped my head up to look at him. He gently cupped my jaw and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked but kissed him back. Our lips moved together for a few more seconds before he pulled away. “Shit, love, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before I did that.”

“Hey,” I whispered, lifting his chin so our eyes were aligned. “I wanted you to.”

Matty’s smile could’ve lit up a thousand cities. “I know we only met today, and we know virtually nothing about each other, but I want to know you. I just have to.”

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, taking the blunt from his hand and inhaling deeply. I put out the blunt in the ashtray next to me and snaked one hand around Matty’s neck, the other resting on his cheek. I pressed my lips to his and exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth, where he inhaled it and breathed out the excess.

Matty stared at me for a moment, before leaning back on his hands and patting his lap. I swung a leg over his to straddle him, before crashing my lips to his again in a much more desperate kiss. His tongue swiped against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. He tasted of weed and smoke and mint. My hands crept up to play with his hair, fingertips grazing against his shaved sides which seemed to be growing back a little. I was glad. Mullets were definitely not my thing.

Matty’s hands were venturing up and down my sides and my back, sometimes coming up to tangle themselves in my carefully curled hair or cup my jaw. I pulled away to catch my breath, and Matty used the time to press small kisses onto my neck and jawline. He began to get a little more cocky, sucking a bright red mark into the skin of my neck. I giggled; usually I would be a little annoyed but the weed was beginning to kick in and everything he did felt perfect.

“Hey, Penny?” Matty pulled away from sucking on my collarbone to speak. I took his face in my hands and whispered “what?”

“I just smoked weed and I drank a bit so I probably shouldn’t drive. Do you wanna get a taxi?”

“To where?”

“My flat. If you want.”

I couldn’t have thought of anything better at that moment, so I rose from his lap and pulled him along with me. I went to slide open the balcony doors, but Matty pulled me in for one last kiss, even dipping me back slightly in his strong arms. How could a stranger be more romantic than my ex-boyfriend of three years? I felt like I was going insane. I couldn’t even believe I had kissed him within only a few hours of knowing him, never mind going home with him. Maybe it was the weed talking, but I trusted Matty.

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Matty and I managed to get a taxi fairly quickly. He slid into the back seat beside me and told the driver his address. As soon as we started driving, his lips were attached to my neck again, kissing the skin gently. I turned my head and placed a hand on his cheek, pressing my lips to his. His tongue entered my mouth once more and I could still taste the weed in his mouth, along with some red wine he had downed before we left. I started to feel bad for the taxi driver and broke the kiss, resting my head on his shoulder and reaching for his large, calloused hand. He continued to press soft kisses to the top of my head and stroke my hand with his thumb for the remainder of the short taxi drive. It felt odd to be so intimate with a stranger. I had hardly even felt this close to past boyfriends. What was it about Matty that made me feel so safe?

When we arrived at Matty’s apartment building he paid the taxi driver quickly and basically pulled me out of the car and all the way inside, pressing the lift buttons frantically. I laughed at him, placing my hand on his jaw and pulling him down to look at me. “Chill out Matty, we have time.” I kissed his cheek as the lift doors opened and he pulled me inside, barely waiting until the doors had closed to pull me into another deep kiss. He bent down slightly to wrap his hands around my thighs. “Jump,” he whispered with a grin. I jumped up and he caught me, pushing me against the cold metal wall. I moaned into the kiss as his hands made their way to my ass, squeezing gently. The doors began to open again but Matty didn’t put me down, instead running down the corridor with me in his arms, until I was screaming with laughter and begging him to drop me. He lowered me to my feet when he reached the door to his flat as he fumbled with his keys to open the door.

No sooner were we through the door than he slid his jacket off his shoulders onto the ground and kicked off his shoes, connecting our lips again. “Please, Matty,” I whispered into his mouth, and he ran his hands up and down my back a few times before finding the zip of my dress and pulling it down. As the dress fell to the floor, he devoured me with his eyes. I had gone braless to the party and my nipples were rock hard with the cool air and anticipation of what was to come. My lower half was barely covered by a lacy black thong which seemed to attract Matty’s attention. He was already hardening in his jeans, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stepped forward to start unbuttoning his shirt. He yanked it off and threw it behind him, before pulling his jeans off and kicking them away from himself. He stood in a pair of black Calvins, eyeing me up and down and smiling. “How did I get this lucky? It’s not often girls as perfect as you come into the shop, babe, never mind me taking them home on the first night of knowing each other.”

I blushed, before saying “get a move on, Matty. I’m not standing here all night.”

He lunged towards me, tackling me onto the sofa and attacking my nipple with his tongue, making me cry out between bursts of laughter. He sucked a few dark red marks into the skin of my breasts, to match the one he had given me on my neck. He scooped me up, making me giggle, and carried me into his bedroom, throwing me down on the bed before stripping himself of his boxers and pulling off my thong, dropping to his knees when he saw my exposed pussy. He looked up at me for permission. “Can I?”

I nodded. He started by licking the whole way from my hole to my clit, making me cry out in pleasure, before settling on my clit and sucking, licking, grazing it with his teeth. I was dripping now, and one of his hands crept up and was catching some of the wetness on his fingertips. He inserted two finger into me, thrusting them in and out, curling them to hit my g-spot, while he kept licking my clit over and over. I screamed his name and clutched at his dark hair, nearing the edge. Him sucking my clit again and thrusting his fingers into me faster than before had me cumming over his hand and mouth, my arousal dripping down my thighs. He retracted his hand and placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of my wetness. I lay panting, heart pounding, legs shaking.

“Fuck, baby. You’re incredible,” he whispered, as if I was the one doing the work.

He crawled up to hover above me and kiss me, the taste of my cunt on his tongue.

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Matty had tucked me under his duvet with a kiss to my forehead, crawling into bed beside me and pulling me tight to his chest. We had decided not to take things any further that night, realising that despite the feelings that had obviously generated extremely quickly and the connection we seemed to have, we didn’t want to rush into anything. I knew we were both drunk, both high. I didn’t want to wake up the next morning and think I had made a mistake. I rolled over to face him, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of his cheek, before tucking my head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, and drifting off to sleep; our hearts beating in sync and our breathing matching each others.

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A/N: First chapter! Lemme know what you think PLEASE I’m begging give me feedback. Hope y’all enjoyed. Btw in the future when a few more parts are out I would LOVE to take requests for Record Store!Matty blurbs. We’ll see though 🫶

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy smut #the 1975 smut #smut #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald #matty #matty healy x oc

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year

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❤️ Across the street to another life by danegen

❤️ Across the street to another life

by danegen

M, 99k, Wangxian

Summary: Wangji stays on the piano bench as they’re closing up. Wei Ying chews his lip, knowing what he’s going to do but horrified at himself. But what’s the alternative: kick the guy out and find him sleeping beside the dumpster in the morning? And that’s if the cops don’t take him in for vagrancy. “Wangji?” Wangji looks up. Please don’t be a serial killer. “So, we’re closing up for the night, but A-Yuan and I live upstairs. Do you want to join us for dinner?” Wangji blinks. His head bobs in what’s probably a yes. “Great!” Fuck. Or a ragged monosyllabic man wearing a collar shows up at Wei Ying's music store. Wei Ying and A-Yuan ask, is anyone going to adopt this guy? And then they don't wait for an answer.

Kay's comments: This story really had me hooked and I could hardly wait for each new chapter. It's a modern AU set in America based on the movie Unleashed. I didn't know the movie and thankfully, that didn't matter, because no knowledge is needed! Wen Ruohan is a crime boss here and Lan Wangji is his top-fighter that he keeps in a cage and collared and uses to commit violence on his enemies and to win illegal fights (he gave me Winter Soldier vibes!). One day, Lan Wangji manages to escape and he gets taken in by Wei Wuxian and his son A-Yua. Cue lots of hurt/comfort, some drama, family feels, tragic pasts, Wangxian getting together and having to deal with Wen Ruohan. Lots of angst and a well-deserved happy ending. Despite the author warning that Lan Wangji is way out of character here, it didn't really feel that way for me. Like, it totally made sense given his circumstances. I really loved the character dynamics in this story. The Jiang parents are divorced for example and now Yu Ziyuan is trying to be a less shitty parent and mostly doing it by bribing her grandchildren with gifts and one of my favourite parts, though he doesn't play that much of a role, is what the author made of Wen Zhuliu, because I'm really weak for him! I also really loved the slow thawing of Lan Wangji and him growing into his new life and finding a place for himself. Mojo's comments: Fucking spectacular, and I'm in a car and not able to make a good bookmark, but DAMN, y'all. Lwj has been kept in a cage and made to fight all his life, and finally slips his chain and sinks into domestic bliss with wwx and a-yuan: learns to read and use a fork and it's beautiful. But of course, his past doesn't want to let him go.

Excerpt: “Was that woman your mother?” Wei Ying’s smile falls. His mouth opens in a pretty O. “Oh, you mean Yu Ziyuan? The one who picked A-Yuan up?” Wangji nods. “No. Well, not really. My mother died when I was about A-Yuan’s age. My father, too. Yu Ziyuan and her husband—well, ex-husband now—raised me after that. More or less.” Wangji nods like he understands and stares down at the counter. He doesn’t know what to call a woman who is sort of a mother but not really. “Where are your parents?” Wei Ying asks. His voice is soft, like he isn’t sure he wants Wangji to hear. “Dead.” He doesn’t remember his parents, but when Wangji was younger, Wen Ruohan told him that he had taken Wangji in after they died. “Oh. I’m sorry.” Wangji doesn’t understand why Wei Ying would apologize. He’s afraid to ask why. “A-Yuan’s mother died, too,” Wei Ying says. When Wangji peeks up at him, Wei Ying has gone back to staring at the computer screen. He isn’t smiling. “She died when he was a baby.” It hadn’t occurred to Wangji that Wei Yuan must have a mother. He knows about mothers, but he’s never actually met one. He doesn’t know what to say, so he says what Wei Ying said: “I’m sorry.”

modern setting, modern no powers, pov alternating, family feels, set in america, based on unleashed (2005), past wei wuxian/others, wei wuxian is lan sizhui's parent, wei yuan, single parent wei wuxian, addition, implied/referenced drug addition, amnesia, ableist language, musicians, angst with a happy ending, found family, @danegen

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There are people moving in to the trailer across from him. It shouldn’t come as a surprise — what with the amount of people all across Hawkins who have decided to snap up new houses and better job offers in the shadow of the townspeople’s deaths, but it does. Eddie doesn’t really know why people would willingly come to live here, not if they had any other option, but to each their own, he guesses.

The people moving in are, well, noiseless, he supposes. If it weren’t for the rumble and crunch of gravel that signalled a moving truck, he wouldn’t have noticed that someone had left, that someone had moved in, at all. There isn’t the telltale noises of shouting or fighting or complaining that is usually a mark of the housing situation around him. They’re just… quiet.

Maybe that’s the reason that Wayne all but shoves him out the door, a container of cookies in his hands. They never greeted, did the whole housewarming, welcome to the neighbourhood thing, with any of the other neighbours.

Eddie stalks across the small distance, looking to the small scattered boxes that are littered around the meagre driveway (if you can even call it that). Boxes marked with clothes and kitchen and schoolbooks has him a little interested.

With a swift knock, Eddie waits by the door. The fly screen is rickety in the same way his own is — worn in, never replaced. He thinks that the last time someone came to do repairs was when the old man down the street had complained about his water pressure so much he was causing a stink within the community.

“You’re back earl—”

“Hi.” Eddie says. Looks down towards the little redhead, the child in front of him. There’s something familiar about her that he can’t place. Something that he feels like is probably important. It’s like with Robin all over again — like he’s skipped over a chapter, and is left floundering.

“Hi?” She says.

Right. “I’m your neighbour, just, right over there—” he throws his hand back towards where his trailer is, not even a minute down the road. “Just, ya know, wanted to say hi. We made cookies?”

“Why does that sound like a question?” She sniffs, but takes the container from his outstretched arms. “I’m Max.”

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” He swoops down into an overly exaggerated bow. It feels good to posture around like this, to maybe make a fool of himself every once and a while, because there’s something in Max’s eyes that says that she needs it. She shuffles from leg to leg, antsy in a way that is signalling him to leave.

“Anyway I should—”

“Do you want to—”

Eddie smiles. “Sorry — you go first.”

Max clears her throat, grips the cookie container tighter. “I was wondering if you could help me move some of the boxes in? They’re kind of heavy, and my mum isn’t gonna be back ‘till—”

“Sure,” Eddie says, stops her ramble. “Just the ones out here?”

She nods, and walks down the steps, lifting each box slightly off the ground, or other boxes, to try and see which one is the lightest. Max grabs one that is labelled with her own name, in all capitals, scraggly and scribbled in a way that displays so many more emotions than he can even start to pinpoint.

Eddie looks at the pile around him, sighs. He doesn’t really know why he agreed to help. Or, he does, but he doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, he goes to the box that Max seemed to struggle with the most, labelled Susan which Eddie guesses is her mum. He asks in quiet question where he should put this box, to be directed to the bare room of her mother.

She barely talks throughout it. Max picks up her boxes, sometimes quietly directing Eddie to place something in a room, or asking him to move furniture. It’s easy work, and Max is good company, but still, there’s something there, something off about her.

He tries to fill the trailer with noise, even if it is the sound of his own voice. What’s your favourite song? You excited to go to high school? I like your braid — will you teach me sometime? Eddie knows the look of grief on someone’s face, tries to steer clear of topics he thinks might be the cause.

They do this for a while. Max deciding which box is the weakest, while Eddie takes whichever one is furtherest away from the trailer. He reads through the labels of living room, lights, shoes, and other mundane items, before there is a name that he is familiar with that he is tasked with carrying.

Billy.

His box is lighter than the others that he’s been carrying — light enough for Max to carry. He almost calls out to her to give her this one, to let her take this box while he goes for the ones with more weight, until he sees her face. Guarded and absent, hollow and gaunt, just like Robin’s, and it is then that Eddie realises that this box is heavier than any of the others.

Billy Hargrove is dead.

It is a fact known to many, to all who had watched the announcement video that plagued everyone’s minds. Billy Hargrove is dead, and, while nobody was outwardly happy, it was as if the high school population had collectively sighed a breath of relief. Eddie tries not to think about he had reacted: elated for a second, thinking about everything that he’d done — the people that he’d hurt — and then, as if he had slapped himself, he had felt sick. Because it wasn’t as if he had graduated and moved away. He was dead.

And he had left behind Max.

From there, it doesn’t take much for Eddie to realise why Max and her mum are moving in to the trailer park. He doesn’t speak a word about the box, or about Billy. Eddie doesn’t have any nice stories to tell, anything to say about him that isn’t he was an asshole, he made my friend’s lives a living hell, he beat the shit out of people, and so he doesn’t speak a word. It isn’t meant to be a grand gesture, just common decency, and yet when the box is placed in Max’s room, she gives him a gentle smile that breaks his heart.

Once all the boxes are moved, they have cookies and tea, coffee for Eddie, which makes Max scrunch up her face in disgust. It reminds him of himself for a brief moment, but then it is gone, and he is making his way across the gravel road, into his trailer, and the night has descended.

aka: VACANCY

#steve harrinton #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #ao3 #ao3fic

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff then dom bucky took over, praise kink, oral f and m receiving, p in v, filthy dirty talking, fingering, graphic described p with plot, swearing, filth, filth, filth, bucky barnes is a warning.

Word Count: 4.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Ten || Chapter Twelve

The rain began a week after Bucky had arrived, pelting down against the window, with an excited phone call from you waking him up to watch the first rain of the year with you. It was tradition you had told him, an uncanny ability to figure out that it was raining, you always made sure to watch the first bit of rain.

Paired with his sleepy, low drawl this might just be your favourite year of rain yet.

“I can see why you enjoy the rain.” He admires it from the hotel window, rivulets cascading down speedily as the rain picks up.

“It is my favourite time, well, apart from winter maybe but I have to see snow to make the decision, till then monsoon takes first place.” You chuckle.

“I think you will love the New York snow, maybe where mum stays more so, the whole backyard gets covered and we usually clear a small path. Hot chocolate and putting up the lights.” He smiles, his heart beating quicker as his mind draws up images of you being beside him—tucked close so you don’t get cold, probably peppering your face with warmth filled kisses, having traditions with you to follow on Christmas. Mistletoes in every room so you have to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Your voice sounds worried as though it wasn’t the first time you called for him.

He focuses, on the window and the rain has stopped. Then he looks back down at his phone meeting your gaze.

“Bucky, did, did the rain trigger something? I’m so sorry I should have asked—,” You run your gaze over him trying to find the hints of distress you may have missed.

“Doll, Doll, no, no, I was just lost in thought about the winter.” He admits, cheeks warming.

“What about the winter?” You smile relieved, he sounds excited.

“Just what would it be like if my favourite person would be there with me.” He teases, you chuckle.

“Would you help me make a snowman?” You ask, in a sing song voice.

“Doll, I’d help you make a snow Eiffel Tower.” He promises.

You giggle, “But no snowball fights. I’d lose.”

He frowns, “Why?”

“One, you have more experience with snow. Two, you literally trained as a sniper, Sergeant Barnes. Three, I just want to make out with you in the snowfall and rain. Bucket-list items.” You inform, his laughs.

“Well I think we should be able to tick off one of those two things provided the rain continues.” He says, grinning, already planning in his head to have his phone set to record the moment.

“Meet me for breakfast?” He adds.

“I’ll be there in half an hour?” You offer already grabbing your clothes.

“Can’t wait to see you, Doll.” He smiles happily, hoping the rain would continue. The hotel did have a lovely garden out back and a floral display.

You meet Bucky at the entrance of the hotel his hand outstretched and wide grin on his face as your fingers intertwined.

The rain was pouring around, puddles formed on the ground. The thud of rainfall dropped as he took you across the lobby into the garden.

“Bucky we don’t have an umbrella.” You warn still following him down the steps to the garden.

“We don’t need it, my girl wanted kissing in the rain and kissing in the rain she will get.” He smiles back up at you, on the last step the rain making dark spots on his shoes.

You grin at him, kissing his cheek. Bucky laughs as he tugs on your arm you both break into a sprint and shriek as the cold raindrops soak your clothes.

He takes you towards the floral backdrop, lined with pink flowers and to your mirth, the very lilies of which he had sent a bouquet to you.

Bucky pulls you close your arms wrap around his shoulders, his hair damp and droplets cascade down his face, his eyes full of mirth and his grin that sis reserved for you is upon his lips.

“I love you, James Barnes.” You confess, Bucky’s heart surges, your hair sticks to your forehead he pushes it away, the raindrops run over your skin and you shiver against him as the wind picks up.

The rain pelting down harder and thunder rumbles. The scent of petrichor surrounds the two of you.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” His hand cups your jaw, your lips meet.

As the rain continues around you, a few droplets seeping into the kiss making the two of you laugh.

Bucky chuckles as your forehead rests against his own.

His blue eyes hold so much of adoration and his lips are against your own frantic and fully of need. You press yourself to him, his hand tugs on your hair having moved from your jaw.

You tilt your head back, his lips pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. Tongue sweeping over the spot that has you keen and tug on his tshirt.

“James.” You whimper as he marks the skin of your neck. Bucky continues savouring the taste of your skin, addicted now that he knows how you feel against him, addicted at how you taste.

Your right hand tangles in his hair tugging upon it, he groans against the sensitive spot on your neck. Your thighs clench,

“Bucky, room, please.” You beg, he nods against your neck.

“I’m going to devour you.” He presses another hungry kiss to your lips.

Reluctantly pulling away to lead you up to his room, not the suite he shared with Peter but another room he took on for moments with you.

For when you would want to stay late, for when he would pretend your return from university was back to a shared home.

To pretend that little room was a small house. A house he could make a home with you.

Bucky’s lips part pulling him out of his thoughts as your lips latch upon his neck, small bites and kisses, you tug on his shirt.

His hand moves from your waist, over your warm skin. You feel right, just made for him.

“Bucky, shirt, off.” You lean back, straddling him with a slight annoyance.

Bucky chuckles, eyes raking over you just clad in your panties. You grab the hem of his shirt.

“Impatient.” he teases, then groans, hips bucking into your palm as you touch him through his jeans.

“I see, which one of us is impatient again?” You tease back, Bucky shakes his head. Your lips move along his collar bones, his hand grips your waist.

You move with purpose, this, you both having sex was finally occurring. Your lips move along his left shoulder, Bucky takes in a sharp inhale and you pause.

“Don’t, don’t stop, just, still takes me by surprise, Doll.” He brings his hand to brush your cheekbone.

“Anytime, at any point,” you remind him, he nods,

“I can say no and so can you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

His hand moves along your back, memorising the feel of your flesh against his own. Your hips move against him, a whimper pressed against the first scar your lips touch when he has you grind down against him harder.

Bucky closes his eyes, only focusing upon the softness of your lips, pressing kisses over his marred shoulder, your gentle fingertips moving over his flesh, he attempts to hold back the tears, at being treated with such tenderness.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brush over his larger scar.

“I see you.” You whisper as your thumb brushes over where the stitches were placed.

“I see only you, whole. I love you, all of you.” Your voice cracks slightly and your lips brush over his cheeks where his tears had escaped.

Bucky’s tear stained gaze meets yours and he presses his lips to your own, tasting the remnants of your chapstick and the salt from his tears.

Your thumbs wipe away the remaining tears, resting your forehead against his, Bucky takes a few breaths then opens his eyes. You pull back slightly and his gaze falls to your breasts.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He cups the flesh, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Lips latching onto the other, biting down on your nipple.

Your back arches, fingers tangling with his hair. Tugging upon it, a mix of his name and pleas of more fall from your lips.

Bucky switches between his hand and tongue giving attention to the hardened pebble and you believe he can feel how wet you are through his jeans, softly grinding yourself against him.

“Fuck, Doll, if you keep going I won’t last.” He murmurs, lips back on yours his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands move to unbutton his jeans needing to feel him closer, finally taste him as well.

The kiss parts and you move to help him take off his jeans, it gets caught over his knees and he lets out a chuckle.

“I think we should be patient.” He huffs, swiftly standing and taking off his jeans.

“I’m quiet eager for your cock.” You admit kneel, moving across the bed till you’re at the edge of the bed, fingers trailing over the waistband of his boxers.

Bucky watches you with darkened, lust blown eyes as your index fingers hook at the sides, you prompt him to move back making way for you to stand, dropping to your knees with his boxers in tow.

His cock seems painfully hard, coated with precum and begging to be touched. When you look up at him, licking your lips a moan responds from him.

He circles his thumb over his head, gathering the precum and spreading it across your bottom lip, his thumb retreats, when your tongue tastes him you moan.

“Look at you, wanting your sweet little mouth filled with my cock don’t you?” He grasps your jaw, having you look into his eyes from his cock. You nod.

“Words, Doll, or have you forgotten all that we have discussed? Hm?” He questions, smirking when you can’t focus on anything but wanting him in your mouth.

“Please, fuck my mouth.” You plead, looking up at him, Bucky swears his cock grows harder at your breathy voice and needy whimper as you shift on your knees for some much needed friction.

“Go on, have a taste.” He allows, your hands rest against his thighs.

Leaning in, you trace your lips along his shaft. Small licks at the base, as you move towards the tip, you cup his balls in your hands and his hips buck forward and a string of curses leave his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He breathes, groaning as you take him into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, slacking your jaw and flattening your tongue.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so pretty, your lips all stretched around me.” He praises, his fingers run over your hair, admiration coating his eyes and words.

When you begin to bob your head, slowly then picking up pace his fingers grip your head, he begins to move you at a pace he pleases, you continue to squeeze at his balls at every few moments.

Bucky realises when he gives a harsher thrust you moan and your fingers tighten around him.

“Look at you, so fucking gorgeous like this, need to make this last Doll,” He hisses as you whine in protest. The sound so needy. Your greed for him almost breaks his resolve.

“I promise to fill that pretty mouth up, but I want a taste of my pussy. I told you how much I was to taste you.” His grip tilts your head and his cock is no longer in your mouth, you huff.

“Y/N.” He chastises.

“James.” You mimic almost rolling your eyes.

“Didn’t know you had such a brat in you.” He shakes his head, kneeling himself.

His index and middle finger circle your lips, you draw them in, sucking on them. Bucky watches with hooded eyes and parted lips. He pulls his fingers away with a wet squelch, tracing them from your sternum, over your stomach and abdomen, as he inches towards the waistband of your panties, he smirks.

“Soaked through the fabric.” He murmurs, “Spread your knees apart.”

You do as he says, his fingers trace over the fabric, your stomach flexes and you almost grind down on his fingers.

He pushes the fabric aside, fingers trace over your folds, tapping your clit.

“B-bucky,” You hold onto his shoulders as the circles on your clit get quicker, he pinches it and you cry out his name.

“Get on the bed, panties off and legs spread.” He stands first, offering you his hand, you rise on shaky legs, taking off your panties you hand them to him.

“You aren’t getting these back, Doll.” He admires the flush on your skin, the thin sheen of sweat coating you. The way your chest moves with each breath and the way your pussy is glistening for him. The way his dog-tags move on your skin, awakens something primal within him.

You lay back against the pillows, legs shyly spread apart, the heat of Bucky’s gaze has more warmth pool in your abdomen and you feel yourself grow wetter as he licks his lips before he moves across the bed, head nestled between your thighs, he blows over cunt and you whimper.

“Clenching around nothing. Don’t worry, I will fill my pussy up. First I will taste her, waited months for this, would wait longer.” His tongue circles around your clit then moves towards your entrance you cry out.

Your thighs clench and Bucky hums at your taste, lapping at your folds like a starved man, he shifts your left leg under his chest and right kept spread apart by his hand.

He pulls away, “Look at me, Doll.”

Your eyes open and his lips and chin are coated with you.

“Bucky—more, please.” You plead, fingers fisting at the sheets.

He uses his elbow to keep your legs spread apart and his thumb circles your clit while he laps at your entrance. Then his index finger circles you, mouth sucking on your clit your hips arch. Thighs shift closer only causing Bucky to moan against you.

His words from before echo in your mind.

“When I eat you out and your thighs don’t warm my ears, you will be in trouble, I don’t care about anything but tasting you and making you cum.”

You feel your orgasm closing in as he inserts a third digit, moving deep.

Your thighs shake and Bucky admires how your skin moves, how your flesh responds to him.

He relishes that he can do this to you, have you fall apart for him. The way your thighs tighten around him.

He wants to praise you, for remembering his words. So he does that, increasing the pace of his fingers and circling his tongue.

A melody of your moans mixed with his name and swearing reach his ears.

He gives one final loud moan against your clit and it sends you over the edge, the white hot pleasure searing through you as you arch upwards, hips stuttering as Bucky continues with his movements making you shake through your orgasm.

Bucky presses his lips to each thigh, then to your clit that has you whimper, he presses a kiss over your pubis.

A kiss over each hipbone. You breath hitches as you realise, he’s showing you his adoration, his love, his want. Bucky wants you to know how much this means for him, how much you mean to him. Words can only help so much. Can only say so much.

“So wonderful, so very good to me, such pretty sounds.” He lays kisses over your abdomen.

“So good for me,” A kiss over your stomach, over the stretch marks that you used to be hesitant to show him.

“So absolutely beautiful.” A kiss to your upper abdomen, his hand trailing the path led by his lips.

“So fucking delicious.” A kiss on your sternum.

“All mine to have.” A kiss to each nipple you preen.

“All mine to love.” A kiss pressed right where your heart beats, the kisses continue to your neck, then jaw.

When he strokes your cheek your glassy eyes meet his,

“Bucky.” Your voice raw, emotion overwhelming you and him.

“All mine. Always. Never letting you go, Doll. Fell in love with you more every day. Did I tell you? That you carry my heart with you? It is yours and I do not want it back.” His kiss is now against your lips.

His arm holds him up and your legs wrap around his hips, his confession anchoring into your heart, words seared into memory.

“I love you, Bucky.” You speak against his lips and he relents, wanting to just be lost in you.

You pull away, panting, his breath fanning over your heated skin.

“I’m going to be selfish for once in my life, because you know, I’ve given up so much, I, I’m not going to give you your heart back. It’s mind to have and love. And I will. Till you want me too.” Your voice cracks.

“My heart, it is yours forever, I’m yours forever.” Bucky promises.

“I’m yours forever so is my heart.” You cup his cheeks, stroking your thumb over his cheek bone. His stubble slightly tickles your palm, the soft lines by his eyes, his kiss bitten lips.

Bucky shifts back onto his knees, taking a moment to take it all in, you sit up.

“I love you.” He cradles your face, peppering kisses, you giggle as his stubble tickles you.

He chuckles, “So much for using my stubble to tease your overstimulated flesh,”

He adores the fact that you two can be this way. So lost in each other yet able to find moments of mirth. His worry dissipated with the way the two of you mould together, fitting as though designed for each other.

You admire him in this quiet moment, the way he shows himself to you. The way he showers his love upon you. You gaze at him, sweat sheen coating him, the scent of his scent of citrus and spice only amplified and surrounding you.

The way his lips confess his love and also draw sounds you haven’t made for anyone but him.

“Bucky,” You bite upon your lip, neediness for him returning.

“Yes, Doll?” He can already tell, with the way he can see your cunt glistening again, all for him.

“Need you inside me.” You confess, he licks his lips, “Lay back.”

Bucky knows his cock loves the warmth of your cunt, the way he coats his cock in your juices before he eases himself into you, both of you moaning as he stretches you out.

“So fucking—“ He groans as your legs wrap around his hips, the angle prompting him to go deeper. His arm shakes as he holds himself up. His head buried in the crook of your neck, allowing you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck—James, move, plea—,”

He pulls out, till only his tip remains inside and he moves back in, cutting off your plea turning it into mewls.

“So, full—,”

“So goddamn tight—fuck,”

His pace increases, driving into you, your grip on his back digging in nails leaving crescents and Bucky increases his pace further. The wet squelch as your cunt spasms around him, your orgasm drawing close, he doesn’t relent.

“Fuck—Doll, touch yourself,”

“I’m—,” You take your right hand between the two of you, rubbing over your clit and your cunt squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re close aren’t you? Keep going, fuck— squeezing me so tight, not going to last long,” He shifts, closer, your back off of the bed as he has you arched against him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Buck—,” You are a mess of his name and broken whimpers and moans.

“I know you’re there,” His cock brushes over the spot that has you thrash under him. He keeps moving his hips in that position, every thrust and circle of your fingers increases the pleasure climbing up your spine.

Bucky admires the way your breasts move, he shifts in the slightest, one nipple in his mouth and your cunt spasms around him, with a loud cry of his name your orgasm takes over, arching up. Bucky lets go of your nipple.

In your haze you try to find his lips to ground you, or set you off further, “Bucky, Bucky, mark me, fill me up—,” You babble and circle your hips, he loses himself inside you.

“Y/N, Doll, fuck—,” Your name prayed over and over by him, as he fills you up, his orgasm shattering through him. You meet him weakly for each remaining thrust. Your clit pulses as he circles his hips.

The ringing silence in your ears dies down and your breaths echo through the room.

Bucky pants, but gazes down to where he still is inside you, his eyes closed as his body reminds him of the pleasure it just went through.

He looks up at you, you place soft kisses against his cheek, jaw, temple.

“When can we do that again?” You question, a soft giggle as his breathy chuckle.

“Let a man recover from the best orgasm of his life, Doll. Then you can give me another one.” He chuckles, placing a kiss to your temple.

Slowly he pulls out of you as your legs unwrap from his hips. You feel yourself clench for him as he retreats to the bathroom, bringing back a two warm towels to clean you and himself.

Bucky lays down after discarding the towels, you shift to curl against his right side his arm around you, thumb tracing over your arm.

You do the same traces over his chest.

Bucky presses his lips to your forehead, you close your eyes savouring the moment.

“Get some rest, Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks when you look up at him.

You shift, hooking one leg over him and carefully straddling him, right over his abdomen. You look at him with an innocent smile.

“I don’t need rest, when it comes to you, Mr. Barnes.” You play with the dog-tags of his that rest between your breasts, Bucky feels himself grow hard.

Bucky admires you, sending a silent thanks to the fates above that he found you, the love bites he left on you begin to bloom, you shift forward, your lips every so slightly away from his own, he reaches up, brushing them against yours.

“Go on, Doll. Ride me.” His nose brushes against yours, “I can feel how wet you are,” Somehow he is able to flex the muscles of his lower abdomen and your clit pulsates.

“Go on baby, my cock is yours to use, want to see you fall apart on top of me.”

He sits up when you sit, allowing him to use the headboard as a back rest, when you straddle him again, slowly inching yourself down on his cock. Your walls clench around him, welcoming the stretch and fullness he brings, your hands move to his shoulders, you circle your hips around him.

“So fucking perfect. Made for me.” Bucky whispers, his thumb circling your clit and you know what small shred of dominance you held is shattering with every movement of his, your hands squeeze his shoulders.

“Always need you to cum more than once for me. Don’t worry that sweet little mind of yours, I’ll keep count.” He murmurs, as your whimpers and soft moans grow more and you begin to shift on him ever so slightly.

Bucky watches you, loving every sound, every, mewl he draws from you, you fall apart soon enough, his hand moves to your waist, squeezing your flesh then his hand cups your ass, you look up at him, with dazed eyes.

“Ride me, Doll. Ride me like you’ve always wanted and told me you would. Want to fill you up again, want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock.” His words have you moving his hand setting the pace and you lock your gaze onto his, your nipples brushing against his chest with each movement, you know you’re going to fall apart quicker, you know Bucky knows too.

“Greedy girl didn’t want to rest.” He teases, pinching your clit as your orgasm takes over and you cum undone, he grasps your hip, knees bent and suddenly you’re under him again as he begins to fuck you.

Your mouth and mind only knows his name and asking him for more; he absolutely loves the fact.

Every orgasm your hips meet his, every kiss shared in between, hands exploring his body, his hand already knowing you.

Every breath of love confessed, the aftercare that follows, soft warmth. his lips, his touch his words. Your words, your caresses, you.

Bucky pulls your exhausted form closer, the entire day spent tangled in each other only sitting apart for food at his insistence.

The rain outside begins again. Your back against his chest as you both watch the raindrops, tangled in sheets.

Bucky finds sleep found him easier today, you turn, your head against his chest and your arm around him.

The last coherent touch from you he registers is the kiss you press to his chest, right over his heart.

a.n: at first i was like i need to put so much more in this chap because i wanted only 12 chaps, then bucky looked at me and said no you will increase the chapters and i as a writer made the informed decision and no my character did not become sentient lol jokes aside i hope you all enjoyed this chapter

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rainyraisin · 4 months

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2023 YEAR IN REVIEW!!!

My artstyle changed a lot this year, especially after my shift from ibis paint to procreate after getting my iPad (drawing on an iPad is the BEST btw 100% recommend I love it way more than a phone and it didn’t die after a month like my old wacom 💀💀). I’m relatively happy with where my art is atm and I hope to continue to improve in 2024!

Explanation of all the silly art down below! (Mostly so I can tell y’all who the fanart is for but also cause I like rambling)

January: A drawing of my Rise Leo human design I did to test out a pixel brush I found for Ibis Paint. He’s very fun to draw hehe I need to draw him more-

February: I wanted to learn how to draw the future designs of Leo and Mikey along with CJ so I planned to draw them all together! I struggled with Leo though so I just got rid of him. Sorry Peepaw 😞😞💔💔💔

March: Fanart for @beannary ‘s TLP au! I love it so much so I had to draw smth for it hehe 😈😈💥💥💥 which reminds me I need to draw more at some point- might redraw it at some point cause I’m not super happy with how it turned out but I do like the idea a lot

April: The month I created Reticent! April’s Fools was the first episode I came up with so I drew a chapter poster! It ended up being very different to the chapter cover I drew a couple months later but it’s still cool :D Leo is being weirdly affectionate to Mikey though what the heck that isn’t like him smh. Although I guess it was meant to be purposefully exaggerated sooooo 🥰

May: Reticent Casey!!! I don’t have much to say it’s just Reticent Casey HDKSGXKSHD this wasnt a very good art month

June: Krangified Donnie is literally my favourite concept ever thats it that’s all I have to say dbskdbwkh I adore Krangified Donnie and if the Rise brainrot takes over the Reticent brainrot for a while then I will probably be drawing Krangified Donnie during that time sorry not sorry

July: Reticent Chapter 3’s cover yippee!!! Still my favourite Reticent cover although Chapter 8’s is a close second (I can’t wait to post it once it’s been betaread yippee!!!). The scribble over Leo’s eyes is literally just because I was struggling to draw his eyes and i was getting annoyed dbskdbskdb it’s actually a very common issue with him (common Ret!Leo L). Also Mikey being reflected in the mirror is a reference to Mirror Man by Jack Stauber which I’ve basically considered his theme song since @aaronymous999 introduced it to me ebwjcbkwhd thank you Mr. Aaronymous! Also somebody said he was in the barbie box and I still need to draw that to this day because Mikey would’ve killed to go see Barbie.

August: RET DONNIE WOOOOO he’s being bullied again!!! I drew that piece for a colour palette challenge request and realised I got the prompt wrong so I just made it into its own thing 💥💥💥 it’s usually a flickering light gif but I chose to just use the version with the light on for this post. The photos in the background were really fun to draw hehe either April’s or Mikey’s is my favourite.

September: MY 500 FOLLOWER DTIYS YIPPEE (/my 150 follower DTIYS for tumblr). This one took me. Forever to draw and I love it to pieces hehe it was really fun to design Mikey’s room and figure out outfits for the sillies and idk the concept of a sleepover just seemed really fun to me dbskbdkdb- and all the entries I got were so so awesome I loved them all to pieces!!! I still look at them all the time hehe

October: FANART OF @endlesslogo ‘S HUMAN RISE LEO DESIGN WOOOOOO!!! This was the piece I started rendering on hehe it was so much fun to draw!!!! Although I did have a fight with rendering the hair for over an hour svsjegksbdk HOW DO PEOPLE DO IT FR!!!

November: Me and my friends were working on a crossover between our TMNT iterations so I drew all of our Karai’s together!!! Confluence Karai is on the left, created by Salem and Marine, New Stars Karai is in the middle created by Starla, and Reticent Karai is on the right created by me! All our Karais have such cool designs AHHHHH literally dead over them constantly/pos

December: Most of December I spent drawing Christmas presents so this was my present for Salem!!! Confluence!Jonatello my beloved….

#rai rambles #tmnt #year in review #tmnt fanart

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ruershrimo · 6 months

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like it’s the old love. | part 1.2 | "hot chocolate, and when you know you know"

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features albedo, alice (in this chapter) and klee (in this chapter). also the lnhs student groupchat but you’ll see them quite often, anyway.

warnings: I’m sorry but this is probably the most ooc I’ve ever written any of the characters here (what am I saying, everything I write is ooc). please tread with caution ;v;. once again, we’ve got fem!reader and a few ships like ganqing and xingyun :). please lmk if you want me to add anything here!

notes: and we’re back in business!! done with exams now woo 💗 (let’s hope I can get back to tiatt soon… the first parts of litol are already longer than the entirety of tiatt)

summary: hugs and hot chocolate; the lnhs student groupchat! in the midst of that, you realise something, too.

That night, Alice orders some takeout from Good Hunter. It has all of your favourites from Mondstadt cuisine. Klee excitedly gobbles all her food, while Albedo enjoys a Sunshine Sprat (and feeds Klee some of it as well).

Alice’s hand lies on your shoulder. “Did you like the food?”

“I do! Thanks, Auntie.”

“No problem.” And then she brings her hand up to gently rub your shoulder. “You know, I love you as if you were my own daughter. I know that I probably will never match up to your real parents, but over the years I’ve really loved taking care of you every holiday you got. I really loved watching you grow,” she smiles, and in that moment she’s more of a mother than your real one has ever been, because she may not have bore witness to your first steps or first words, but she was there when each part of you took shape. She was there to see how each part of you was made, and is seeing you become your own person. You were under her care when you first visited that beach in the winter, you were under her roof when you read your first novels, and in a year you’ll be under her guidance when you’ll have to bid your childhood here farewell. “I’m happy that if you leave, you’ll get to be your own person, your own adult, but… well. You’ll be an adult, so you can do whatever you want, but if you’ve got anything you want settled, don’t hesitate to call Auntie Alice up,” she continues, and then jokes, “There’s nothing that a bit of my ‘magic’ can’t fix!”

It’s so pleasantly warm, like some tea in your favourite mug (the plain-coloured one at their house).

“Thank you, Auntie Alice,” you dive in for a hug, which is reciprocated with glee.

Klee seems to have finished her food by now, because she cheers, “I wanna join too!”, and rushes to get in, Albedo in tow behind her.

You think you’d like the world a bit more if it were always like this— the light rubbing of wool against wool, the warm breaths fanning on each others’ skin, the snugness of everyone’s arms. At home the times when this would happen were few and far between, if they had ever occurred in the first place (you’re not sure if you could recall one time when it did).

“You kids are great, really,” Alice whispers. “Don’t let people tell you otherwise. Where can you ever find people who hug so well?”

“I’ll make some hot chocolate later,” Albedo promises. His hand reaches yours, and he holds it, just a bit tighter than anyone ever has to you. He runs his lower thumbs across your knuckles, and on his ever-stolid face you catch his smile as his gaze turns to meet yours. For a moment you could have felt your face get a bit warmer, but it’s just as comforting as everyone’s shared hug. You like it. “With everyone’s favourite mugs, of course.”

Klee grins, accidentally pulling herself away from the hug to strike a little happy pose of hers. “Really? Yay, big brother Albedo is the best!”

—

The fireplace crackles slightly stronger with each passing second. He drops the chocolate bar into the pot, letting it melt into the milk, and you watch him as you sit on the sofa with Klee, waiting for the hot chocolate as promised. Alice had gone to bed early, assuring that she would “wake up as early as she slept”, and said no to a cup of Albedo’s hot chocolate (“Then there’ll be more for the rest of you!”, she told Albedo.)

Suddenly, Klee lets out a big yawn, and she wraps her tiny arms around you.

“Are you tired, Klee? Do you want to rest for a while first?”

Klee sits back up. “But we have to drink the hot chocolate!”

You offer, “Then why don’t I wake you up once Albedo’s done?”

“No, I’m okay…” and then she drifts off to sleep.

Careful as to not wake her, you help her undo her ribbons and comb through her hair, before lifting her up in your arms.

Albedo starts to pour the chocolate out into everyone’s mugs. “She fell asleep,” you whisper, and he chuckles.

“I’m done now, though,” he says after pecking Klee on the forehead. Then, he sweeps the hair off her forehead, his thumb circling over the spot where her hair and face meet.

“Klee?” he calls soothingly, bending down as his hands reach his knees. “Klee, I’m done making the hot chocolate.”

“Should I shake her?” you ask, voice low and cautious.

He rests his palm on the back of her head, before pulling it back. “Gently.”

So you rock the adorable little girl as gently and sweetly as you can, and she stirs until she wakes up, gasping. “The hot chocolate!”

(“The hot chocolate that Albedo makes is always tasty!” she smiles after clearing through her share of the drink.

“Why, of course!” you agree. You look up, and mug in hand and eyes peering toward you, Albedo smiles. His mouth is still on the rim of it, yet you can see it in his eyes.

Maybe you should get some time later to think about the “fake dating” thing alone.)

—

After the three of you had finished the hot chocolate, and Albedo had gotten Klee to bed (“If you go brush your teeth and go to sleep now, I’ll be able to make more tomorrow, Klee.”), the two of you sit on the sofa together, watching the fireplace with nothing but a comfortable silence.

And it’s warm. As it’s always been.

Klee has always been a happy, energetic and lively child, ever since she was born. In the summer she was born, you remember waiting with a rather excited Albedo (you remember how he still retained his usual expression at that time: big, bug-like eyes and a constant lack of a smile or frown or any sort of emotion, yet shook his leg as if he wished to make it fall off— as a Liyuean, you told him to stop, of course, though he never could) in a waiting room, while Alice pushed through hours of labour before finally delivering her daughter. When the two of you had been called in, Alice beamed through the fatigue of her first delivery and held up her beautiful Klee to you. She’d been crying, and her face was as wrinkled as a raisin, but she smiled once she looped her tiny hand around Albedo’s index finger— and then yours, too.

“Klee’s such a good kid,” you start. “She’s growing up so quickly.”

“She is,” he sighs. “Whenever Klee grows at least a little bit more, I understand how Alice feels when she says she doesn’t wish for me to go, whether mentally or physically.”

You place a hand on his. “It’s hard to let people go.” You squeeze it. “But you have to do so, sometimes. We’ll have to let each other go, too.”

It will be hard. The hardest thing you would have ever done in your life.

“I’m not willing to let you go,” he promises. “Whether I’m your fake significant other, or not. I’ll always be here.”

For a moment he slides his hand away from yours, and you fear that you could be sweating in the winter. Then his fingers meet yours. And you almost laugh incredulously at yourself because what is he going to do after promising to be by your side forever, leave you?

You smile at him like you’ve done for years, you smile into those rich-hued eyes, as pretty as any of the places he’s painted.

Then suddenly he pulls—

Eyes widening you shriek, probably waking both Klee and Alice up. His other arm guides you to balance from the back of your waist. “What was that for, though?” You try your best to keep your volume low.

“It’s the first snow,” he notifies you, hand still with yours as he leads you to the window. “We’ll have a white Christmas this year.”

Like rain a velvet blanket of snow has gathered outside on Alice’s porch, fragile and fleeting and falling like shaved ice, as if the weather wasn’t completely snow-free just a few hours ago. You feel like you’re in a snow globe, hidden and unnoticed amidst the largeness of the world. The snowflakes and snowdrops remind you of a music box’s twinkles. Pure magic in the air for only the two of you to witness. When you look back at him it’s all reflected in his eyes, and then your vision pans back down to your feet. All is quiet and you don’t ask for his phone. You don’t rush to take a picture.

“Let’s discuss the terms for this tomorrow,” you suggest. He hums in agreement.

You feel a brief chill on your finger, pulling your fifth finger from your fourth, before looking down.

“I’ll intertwine them like this,” he says, raising them up. “Would that be alright?”

“Yeah.”

—

You wake up on the sofa, the blaring light of day and its pressing force against your eyes causing you to wince as you turn your head back to the window. Instinctively you shield your vision with your arm, squinting.

When you notice the arm around your shoulder, you turn with a jolt to your left. For the first time in 10 years you see him sleeping, before he wakes up to see you first: his chest rises and falls ever so slowly, as his other arm rests on top of his stomach.

Even now he looks perfect, and as much envy as you may have towards him for that, you can’t deny that at any moment he seems to have originated from some grand painting, brushed onto paper on a canvas with the finest, most exquisite paints. But the person in front of you now is real. If you touch his face, your fingers will be greeted with soft skin that gets colder the longer your fingers remain. If you look at his hair, you see strands of silk that rival those of Rumpelstiltskin’s work. If you listen to his voice (or get as close to him as you can while caught by his sleeping arm and the restrictions of movement arising from one’s sitting on a sofa), you can be lulled back to sleep by his peaceful, light snores, as his chest falls, and rises, and rises, and falls.

Careful as to not move at all, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. 08:41, it said. And you snap a quick picture— there was nothing behind it, really. You only wanted to take a photo of him, and was it not already part of your agreement with him? Couples did this too, no?

Soon, you hear something, akin to the purring of a cat.

“Morning,” you whisper through the hoarseness of your morning voice. In your hand you show him the picture. “It’s you.”

“Good morning,” he whispers back. He rubs his eyes before squinting them slightly, probably just to verify whether what you had shown him really was whatever it had been.

“Can I post this?” you ask. “On Twitter, I mean. Do you even have a Twitter account?”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. But you can post that picture there, I don’t mind. If we want to make this convincing enough, I think that doing this should be part of their terms. The people we know will start suspecting instead of having to be told of this ‘relationship’ by us,” he says, voice getting raspier.

“...do you want some water?”

“Oh, alright. Yes, please.”

Once you’ve got a glass for the two of you, you pass it to him, which he thanks you for with a “Thank you, love” in that soft voice of his.

“…you’re alright with that, right?”

Despite the cold of the winter, heat rushed toward every part of your body, your heart pumping rapidly as it dashed from your face to your arms. For a moment you pause as if your mind is frozen, dead, at a standstill, in a stalemate with whatever war it had been waging against the more prominent thoughts in your life.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

You scurry away.

You thought that would be the end of it. After brushing your teeth you would remain flustered for a while, and then you would apologise to Albedo— maybe, if it got too bad, you would just break the thing off with him and go as you’d done before. Maybe you’d just forget, because romantic butterflies were too difficult to bear— both too far from what you were used to and also too hard for you to let go (maybe).

Until your phone starts to ping again: it couldn’t have been Albedo, would it? Then you would have to rush back and apologise. Maybe it was your mother, or your father, or Zhongli—

Dear God.

It’s nice to have friends, at least. Or to talk to them again.

The door sounds, the din of knocks against it like a Monday alarm. “[name]?” he calls. “May I come in, [name]?”

Your feet stumble across the carpet before you hastily open the door with what modicum of gracefulness you could muster. “Yeah?” And his mouth opens, but before you hear what he has to say you keep repeating the same words along the lines of, “I’m sorry for running away just now,” and “I just didn’t know how to respond,” as your eyes break contact with his own. “It was so embarrassing.”

“I didn’t expect you to get so flustered,” he chuckles, and there’s something princely in it, boyish yet elegant.

There’s something really attractive in it, too.

“I really was okay with it, alright…” you pause, “Just embarrassed.”

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“Could you do it again?”

The two of you are sitting on the edge of your bed (technically, it was the guest room bed, but after years and years of annual visits it became normal that you would spend your holidays with them, and that soon enough that room was reserved for you and you alone, the only guest they’d always have). It’s freezing cold outside yet the inside of the room feels as cosy as a warm drink. You suppose it’s how you’ve been feeling for the past few days, anyway.

“What?”

“Call me that again? Please?”

“Why?” he chuckles. Because it sounds nice in your voice.

“Just because.” You lean back towards the bed, hands pressed onto the mattress. It would be embarrassing to say it aloud, no matter how romantic it would seem in a novel, or maybe an old film. “I thought you would indulge me…”

He strokes the back of his fingers against your cheek and nose, his touch delicate and gentle, even if you’re not sure if this is normal. In books and movies and such, characters would go on and on with their charades, even with an arrangement like yours. There would be the ever-present sensation of “will they or won’t they”, keeping you on tenterhooks the entire time, your fingers flipping through every page; your eyes unmoving through every scene. Those were usually the more popular, conventional stories, after all: ones where the leads pranced around each other for a while, or had bouts of self-discovery with each other before discovering that the other was the one.

It sounded nice to you back then and still does now. It sounded like something you couldn’t have.

That’s how you ended up here in the first place. That’s why you had to ask your best friend— your only close friend?— to act as a lead for you. Just for your own enjoyment, your own passions for living before you would resign yourself to a perpetual cycle of tedious, monotonous dullness, forever hunched over a computer on an office desk, not even conscious of the sterile sky. Then you’d die, cold and forgotten like an old toy.

Are you exploiting him, taking advantage of his kindness by doing this? Sometimes you feel as if he had always been indulging you, wasting his time to keep you smiling and to take care of you when he had so many other things to attend to. If that were the case, then how much time had he been wasting each holiday for you? How much of his time had you unknowingly stolen? After all, he was so much better than you in every way. Talented, smart, beautiful— the pinnacle of perfection. And you’re sure he has so many other friends, too: sometimes when you leave the house you meet people with names like Jean and Lisa and Kaeya who wave at him without a second thought as he waves back and lets a fond wisp of a smile slip past his lips.

(Sometimes you wish you could go back to when you were the only one who could cause this, when you were the only one who could see. Then you admonish yourself for even thinking that in the first place, because how could you not wish for his happiness?)

How could you still be there for him, to say that you could take care of him when he had done much better for himself? God, did he even need you anymore—

“I’ll always indulge you, love.”

It’s just a nickname, dear god.

“Why did you do that?”

“What?” he asks, again, this time cocking his head to the side a little.

“You touched my face before you called me love and I think you’re taking this very seriously and I honestly just meant it as something that could be more casual because I didn’t want to set you down, and, like. Ah,” you ramble, stopping tersely.

There’s something slightly hesitant about what he does next, though you’ve done it so many times before: he lifts his hand from the sheets before raising them for a while. For the next moment it wanders aimlessly, before finally landing on your hand, like a biker reaching their destination in the depths of the night. “I think…” he starts, “...that sometimes you think I indulge you too much, that I’m being nice and trying to entertain you. In reality, however, everything I’m doing here is genuine. I can promise you that, at least.”

“Same to you,” you manage to push out, “I guess.”

Then it’s that smile again, his smile. You should have brought your phone up. Should have taken a photo. Though, it would have ruined the moment, would it not? “Thank you, [name].”

“Those terms I mentioned, by the way. Let’s… let’s just forget them and figure them out, step by step. But I like this. I don’t think I regret our arrangement, now.”

You pull him closer to you, both hands pulling on the fabric of his clothes. You could get through this. Even if he was leagues above you, and deserved so much better. For now, you could get through this. And you could enjoy it, too. The dream you had always wanted, that coming-of-age-romance adventure, like something you would have read or watched.

He comes closer and it makes sense. Why you didn’t want to resist the idea of this in the first place, why you wanted to hear him treat you like you were precious again, why even if he had denied this from the very start you would have still spent every holiday you could have with him if you could stay this age forever. And while you understand why some people don’t want to grow up— you don’t want to be yourself, after all— you can’t understand those who don’t want to fall in love, because, oh.

Oh— that’s all you think, all you can say in your head when you’ve finally got it, and it’s in no way some kind of epiphany to you: it doesn’t feel like cracking a befuddling code, nor does it feel like the solution to an unsolvable equation hitting you or reaching the climax of a story. It’s a quiet realisation, one that brushes past you comfortably like a beach breeze, or gentle chills at the start of winter, almost comfortably. The result of a long— too long— unspoken truth. It reminds you of a cup of hot chocolate after a walk on the beach at the start of winter, or a warm nap in the car as someone watches over you and the cold from their jacket decorates your skin in delicate kisses.

You’re in love with Albedo, your best friend.

You probably have been for a while.

You don’t think you’ll ever stop, now.

(In your comfortable position, you’ve wrapped your arms around Albedo’s torso as the two of you just smile at each other. Do you think he’s had those same thoughts, like the ones you had, too?)

okay so a few more notes here if I’ve made things awfully confusing (so sorry)

-when in high school reader used to have a thing for keqing (this was hinted towards in the prologue). however, she never confessed and soon enough ganyu and keqing started dating.

-reader spends every holiday she has with albedo, though (except for the short ones), since their busy parents can’t take care of them. reader’s brother (zhongli) and other relatives can’t take care of them either. so, their parents send them to alice’s where she’ll be cared for and where she has a friend in albedo. over time, this continued even when she learned to take care of herself since she couldn’t find a friend group to spend time with anyway.

-the lnhs students groupchat was created by reader in her second year of high school, but each was part of their own clique so the whole group has never been able to go out and spend time together during school holidays for several reasons.

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smau #albedo smau #albedo x reader #ruer writes #litol 💿.#albedo #fem!reader #fem reader #genshin impact

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myonmukyuu · 2 years

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A setting where Ayumu is in love with Yu, and Setsuna cheers her on.

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AFTERWORD

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I can’t believe I made it there... the last chapter...! (Excluding the epilogue.) But yes, I’m so happy to be done! 29 pages is a lot!! My back hurts and I wanna go lie down now...

To think it took almost 2 years to get to this point. How nostalgic... The first chapter only had 5 pages too. I guess I became more ambitious as time went on?

Firstly I’d like to apologise for the 4 month wait. The comic went through a lot of revision. New pages, deleted pages, changed scripts - it was a bit chaotic and had the most revision of any other chapter. I hope it turned out alright!

I love love looooovved colouring this comic by the way. Sorry about the lighting. I’m pretty sure you need sunglasses to read it with how brightly Ayumu is shining. I really loved the atmosphere in this. Especially having the sun set over the course of the comic! I guess this entire series is setting too...

For those with sharp eyes, this comic also had numerous references to previous chapters! While drawing these panels I couldn’t help but notice how my art has changed so much since then... It’s a good sign of improvement. I’ve also planted a couple of seiyuu/anime references. Even used a sun-chart to determine the light direction in the scene.

Now, story-wise I hope these was a satisfying ending! If not, then I apologise for botching the landing. I feel like this was the only way for my story to end. It may have been 4 months since the last chapter, but it’s only been a single night for Ayumu. Poor girl has been through a lot. It’s a bit of an open ending, but I felt that it had to be that way if I wanted to respect Ayumu’s feelings.

I also get the feeling a lot of people expected me to inflict more emotional damage onto our girls. No faith! I think this chapter has been the most wholesome update since the 2nd chapter. No pain! Just happiness and relief! No strings attached. Ayumu’s heart is sore, but she seems resolute in figuring things out at her own pace. Setsuna probably would be more heartbroken if she had held the expectation that Ayumu might return her feelings. But she was a bit more preoccupied with whether Ayumu would even be her friend. So she’s pretty happy with this outcome.

It was pretty funny writing this because while Ayumu’s feelings were relatively stable, Setsuna’s seemed to bounce back and forth wildly. The contrast was fun!

I think I can talk a lot about the characterisation and writing choices now that the story is over! But maybe there’s a time and place for that and that isn’t in this afterword. I will say that Ayumu and Setsuna are easily my favourite NijiGaku characters and even though this series is ending, I have so much more planned for them!

I almost want to apologise because I get the feeling some readers are waiting for me to draw other characters/pairs but I’m like “nope I only breathe setsupomu sorry check back later”.

I have a lot of sentimental thoughts, but I think I’ll save that for when I release the epilogue - that’s when it’s truly over. I can’t slow down yet. I have a big announcement after the epilogue is complete so please look forward to it!

It’s been really hard work getting all the way here. It’s exhausting but very fulfilling. When I was finishing this comic, I felt a rather strange feeling. Not a bad one. I felt that this comic could be a lot better. Maybe even the whole story. Drawn better, written better. Okay, it sounds bad when I put it like that, but tat feeling was - despite how much I think it can be improved, this story was something only I could make, and that’s special. To me at least.

...I could really do with some time off though.

Anyways, I’ve typed enough! I hope you enjoyed my story.

Let’s keep working till we blast past the finish line.

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The following pages were deleted. These were originally meant to be between pg 1 and 2, but I ended up removing them. These are very rough and haven’t been edited at all, but here they are anyways if anyone was curious:

#love live #ayumu uehara #setsuna yuki #setsuayu #ayusetsu #setsupomu #my art #WE DID IT GUYS #well... almost #still an epilogue lefft #but ill keep working hard!!!#whew this took like 4 months?#ima take a break for like 2 days or something #and become one with the universe #also! isnt the timing insane? with the setsupomu service shots we got in the anime last night asdsadasd #ok nap time i got 3 hours of sleep in me and am coming down with a cold...

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musingsofaperpetualdaydreamer · 4 days

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The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology first listen 🎧🪻✨

More than 15 years later wow it still feels so magical to listen to a brand new album. The joy, the excitement, the nervousness. I mark chapters of my life with her albums, they always seem to arrive with perfect timing. Is it fate or delusion? Probably the later, obviously she has no idea who I am. Idk it feels nice to delude myself now and again that we’re all journeying through this time together in some connectedness (is that a word?). It feels sort of nostalgic in some ways, from being just a child to now an adult, it’s like Sesame Street that grows up with you. Not a great analogy but what I mean to say is it holds a special place to me.

This album, this anthology feels much like we’ve been handed her diary, filled with sticky notes bound together, it’s so raw but so expertly crafted, messy feelings but the penmanship is exquisite. From her debut album, it’s always been poetry. She transports you to her world. What a journey, what a joy, what a gift.

I like to capture my first thoughts of each song in my silly chicken scratching written notes. Most of it makes no sense. It feels like a nice silly tradition and it’s fun to look back on. So here goes:

Fortnight

- It’s giving moody 1989??? Excuse me miss?!!! Ohhh she knows. Preach bye time to cry

The tortured poets department

- Ooooh we’re in an 80s dreamscape. Yes yes yes. Who’s gonna love you but me? A fluffy dreamland Patty smith? Insert wait I understood the reference meme. Ooooh it’s lovely. I am sad

My boy only breaks his favourite toys

- excuse me?? I’m shattered byyyyyeee. I’ll tell you that he runs because he loves me?? You should’ve see him when he first saw me? Once I fix me he’s gonna miss me??? Ladies and gents welcome to afternoon tea on the menu SCALDING hot queen’s special. Maybe I’m a crumpled up paper on the floor. Maybe I am no more.

Down Bad

- well damn she’s said the quiet parts out loud again. Oh smokes time to dissapear into this galaxy smoky cloud of night. One of us. One of us. One of us.

So long London

- literally standing by the river in the rain. May as well cry my damn eyes out . Darn it blondie. Poetic destruction. Crying my eyes out by the water like I’m in made in Chelsea. Darn.

But daddy I love him

- a folklore ode? Little house on the prairie Princess revolution. Serve it up serve it up I’m ready to be stuffed like a winter pig. A grown up love story. It’s ridiculous and maybe wise eyes know too well it’s chockablock of red flags but darn I’m a cheesin’ this is so cute.

Fresh out the slammer

- oh it’s like August but dark. August dark afternoon blistering hot and the storm is about to come.

Florida!!! Ft Florence and the machine

-ExXUSE MEEEEEEEeE?????!?!!?teee heee heee heeee. Your home’s really only a town you’re a guest in??? Sorry can’t speak my jaw has shattered. Pls pls. Palm tree pls.

Guilty as sin?

- A false God dreamy haze confessional? With sprinkle of Gold Rush??? I am a melted.

Who’s afraid of little old me?

- The who’s who of who’s that is poised for the attack? But my bare hands paved their path, you don’t get to tell me what’s sad? - I AM CHOKED. Silenced mute. Ohhhh miss blondie is on BUSINESS. TELL THEM SWEETIE. Oh my heart 💔

I can fix him (No really I can).

- Oooh moody blues preaching with generous dash of delusion? Ah yes my routine favourite beverage. I am drinking this up like air. Drunk on false hope? One of us. One of us. One of us.

Loml

- You Holy Ghost you told me I’m the love of your life. Oh no I’m crying again. Back to crumpled paper rocking back and forth on the floor in a ball it is. It’s so pretty yet, shattering. Devastating. I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all. Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second hand embarrassed that I can’t get out of bed ‘cause something counterfit is dead? Yep that’ll do it.

I can do it with a broken heart?

- Oh damn. Honey nooooo. Oh myyyy. Oh I’m in this picture and I don’t like it. It’s so artfully done, so upbeat and Poppy yet so hauntingly sad. Yes that’s the point but it’s sooo well done. Oh sweetie. I can’t stop laughing it’s not funny, it’s just you too pumpkin. I wanna hug her and tell her it’ll be fine. Ok ok.

The smallest man who ever lived

- Oh I’m speechless. And I don’t even want you back, I just want to know, if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal. The bridge? Excuse me while I sink to the bottom of the darkest ocean.

The alchemy

- Oooh it’s so cute and dreamy. I’m beaming you can hear her smile when she sings.

Clara bow

- Oooh it’s the lucky one grown up. The bridge is a masterpiece. It’s hell on earth to be heavenly, thems the breaks it don’t come gently. She knows she’s a star, The never ending cyclical wheel of stardom, even the shiniest, ends with a new star born in its shadow.

The black dog

- Oh No no no I Am 1 billion percent destroyed. Byeeeee

Imgonnagetyouback

- Oooh blondie is on the prowl and what can I do but bop like the well stuffed clown I am. Insert meme of cat bopping their head.

The albatross

- Banjo? Haunting country cautionary tale? - scathing review of one’s reputation, worst traits but underneath it all is just vulnerability. Caged for ‘monstrosity’ but being so vulnerable and just wanting to be freed loved. The ‘monster’ trying to protect the one they love from the things that will come for them too? Do they even realise it? Do they care? Wow it’s poetically beautiful.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

- Oh it’s sad. If you wanna break my cold cold heart, just say I loved you the way that you were? Oh myyy. Replaying old moments, looking for clues wondering if it can all have a new ending? Wow.

How did it end?

- Wow the invasiveness of empathy of the innate curiosity of wanting to know, so you can something comforting, learn from it but you forget how it can be the worst part, having to offer up a ‘post mortem’ to all when you’ve barely even processed its ended yourself. The cyclical nature of it happening every time like it’s just a formal process we’ve come to accept even though it haunts us all. Ironically as we listen to this. Wow so beautifully done.

So high school

- I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you, and in a blink of a crinkling eye, I’m sinking, our fingers entertwined. Awww the sort of bubblegum silly feels you roll your eyes but you have the biggest smile on your face. It’s soo cute. You know how to call, I know Aristotle.

I hate it here

- Oooooh tell me something awful like you’re a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy. One of us. One of us.

ThanK you aIMee

- Oh my goodness it’s grown up mean but she made it out. It’s so sad but I’m beaming. I say that’s my baby and I’m proud. Andrea? Oh thank you next. Not the kid. I’m cackling.

I look in people’s windows

- Oh it’s haunted death by a thousand cuts glimmering of desperate false hope. It’s lovely.

The prophecy

- Oh. Damn yep that’ll do it. Right in the ticker. Damn. It feels very much like am I doomed to always be the one before the one? Wow. Just yeah.

Cassandra

- I don’t know why but this makes think of safe and sound. Like the woman that was there when everything burned around them. She’s telling her side. Everyone’s there to watch you burn, screaming your guilt but silent when they’re wrong? If that ain’t the truth miss. Oh wow. Shes beautifully captured such a dark chapter.

Peter

- Oh wow it’s beautiful. It’s like post cardigan and she’s all grown up. 'Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned. But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light. Oh wow it’s wow.

The Bolter

- Oh we must stop meeting like this but it always ends with a town car speeding. Wowowow. It feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive. Oh my a BEAUTY.

Robin

- Oh it’s so pretty. It’s like never grow up, safe and sound and seven swirled together. Wow. It’s like she’s talking to her child but then also herself in the past and present, like from an older perspective? Ohhh it’s beautiful. Why does this make me think of coraline’s real mother watching her sleep? I wanna cry.

The manuscript

- Wow god it’s beautiful. Another time travel song. You keep revisiting past in your mind and you gain perspective and then you realise you aren’t that version of you that lived it anymore. You can feel it still, not as deeply perhaps but you’re disconnected from thinking the way you did at that time or after. Is sobering and haunting. The healing. Wow wow wow.

@taylorswift thank you my love 💕

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ts ttpd #the tortured poets department the anthology #first listen #musings #hope you guys are doing well

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babykangaemoji · 2 years

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MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

PAIRING: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARINGS: All chapters will have their own warnings. Drug use, alcohol consumption, eventual smut in other chapters, mild PDA, handholding, dieter is flirting, confusing feelings, yearning, swearing, mentions of depression, age gap-sort of (Dieter is 43 here, I imagined reader as around mid-late 20s but it’s not explicitly said), if I have missed anything lemme know!

No use of Y/N or character description. Clothing description and hairstyle description in later chapters. Not beta read all mistakes are my own!

AUTHOR NOTES: Thank you so much for the love on the first chatper!!!! I’ve started chapter 3, not sure when it will be out but I’m hoping to get it out by Tuesday!! I’m v busy all week but I’m gonna try to stick to updating Tuesday and Friday!

CHAPTER 1 | THE ARRANGEMENT MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST | THE ARRANGEMEN PLAYLIST (Spotify)

Your first informal appearance was scheduled for a week after first meeting your new fake boyfriend, it was simple, you were going to go out into public, into a coffee shop with Dieter, have a drink and maybe a bite to eat, then leave. Except nothing with Dieter Bravo was that simple, he was late, you had wondered why you had met at his house the first time, the reason was now clear, the dude couldn’t get himself anywhere without a team of people. So it was easier to go somewhere he would definitely be and had no excuse for not being on time.

You were sitting in an SUV down the road with your team, waiting to hear from Dieter’s team that he was here, it wasn nearly an hour past the agreed meeting time. You were aimlessly scrolling through your instagram, liking and replying to comments left on your most recent photos, another 20 minutes passed before your agent got the phone call.

“Showtime” he said to you, you rolled your eyes, put your phone in your purse, opened the door yourself and jumped out. You had made sure to dress casually, your favourite loose jeans, a baggy sweater and minimal make-up, this was meant to be a cute coffee date like you’d have with your partner, so there was no need to be fancy. It was more believable this way. You slung your bag over your shoulder, your agent telling you the directions of the coffee shop, you waved them goodbye. Not like they wouldn’t be watching it unfold from across the road anyway.

You set off in the direction, it was warm in LA right now, the sun was shining but there was still a small chill from the February air, you were thankful you put on this sweater, you fumbled around for your sunglasses in your bag, slipping them on as you walked. When you arrived outside the small coffee shop, you leaned against the wall, scrolling through your phone as you waited for Dieter to arrive.

When you finally saw him, you smiled, waving as he made his way down the street. He had a loose shirt on that had the first three buttons undone, his hair was still wild, those sunglasses he wore last time you saw him perched on his nose, he had on loose jeans this time, not those baggy sweatpants and instead of crocs, he had battered sneakers on. You had to admit that he looked good, even with this very obviously lazy dress style, there was something about him that just made you feel nervous under his gaze. Probably why women and men fawned over him at any chance they got.

“Hi baby, sorry I’m late” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, his hand going to your hip, you froze up, he smelt of a mix of burnt cedar and leather, with a hint of something earthy. Weed. It was definitely weed. You were shocked at how forward he was “play it up, theres paps over there” he muttered, and then you got it. It was just for show. You nodded, his hand rested on the small of your back as he led you into the coffee house, he held the door open for you like the perfect gentleman, finding a seat that was right in the window, he pulled the chair out for you, again, like the perfect gentleman. He asked what you wanted, you told him your coffee order before he walked off to the counter.

You sat back in the chair, pulling off your sunglasses and leaving them on the table, mindlessly tracing circles on the wood with your nails as you waited for Dieter to return. You looked out of the window, you were in perfect view of the street, if anyone was taking photos they would have you front and centre, probably why Dieter chose this seat in the first place. When he came back, he placed a large mug in front of you, you thanked him quietly, watching as he easily slipped into the seat across from you. You wrapped your hands around the warm mug, Dieter had leaned forward, his elbows on the table as he stared at you over the edge of his sunglasses.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, his deep eyes looking at you in a way you couldn’t place.

“I’m trying to look like I love you, is it not working?” he asked, a sly smile on his lips, you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“No, it’s not” you teased, as you brought the coffee cup to your lips, taking a gentle sip, humming at the warm liquid running down your throat, easing some of the nerves you were feeling.

“Damn. Would it look more believable if we he hands or something” he ran a hand over his patchy beard, you bit your lip for a second, watching as he ran his hand up into the back of his hair, scratching at his scalp, avoiding eye-contact. You waited for a moment before resting your on the table, slightly unsure of yourself. You were surprised at how soft his hands were when you felt his much large palm slip over yours, you didn’t know why but you expected them to be rough, but when he started running his thumb over the back of your knuckles, your breath hitched. It had been a while since someone had touched you so tenderly, even if this was all for show.

Your eyes were fixated on his hand, how much bigger it was than yours, how warm he was. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he spoke again. “Did you put that painting up?” he’d asked, you looked back to his face, his sunglasses were now hanging off his shirt, he’d removed them whilst you were staring at your hands.

“Oh, yeah I-I did” you said, slightly embarrassed that you’d so willingly displayed his artwork. He smiled at you and it made you feel kind of, good? Knowing that he had smiled because of you. “I have a photo if you wanna see it?” you offered, you felt a heat creep onto your cheeks, you don’t know why you told him that or even offered to show him. Your embarrassment was growing by the second, what if you thought you were weird for treasuring something a practical stranger had given you so quickly?

“Yeah, I’d love to” he said eagerly, it eased your thoughts for a second. You went to let go of his hand to grab your purse but he tugged you back, nodding towards the window outside, clearly signalling to someone outside with a camera. You managed to wiggle your phone out of your purse one handed, flicking through your gallery, you turned the screen to Dieter, who leaned forward peering at the photo. He nodded in approval, that stupid grin plastering his face.

You’d hung it in your entryway above a console table that had other niknaks you’d collected over the years and flowers displayed on. “Looks great” he complimented, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you gave him a sweet smile that made his heart involuntarily flutter. He was a little taken aback by you, the way you had instantly appreciated something he gave you, you didn’t look at him like most other people did, you looked at him like he mattered, like he was just another guy and not some drugged up star, it scared him, definitely, because this was all fake and the last time someone looked at him that way, he fell in love and got his heart broken.

You flicked through the photos on your phone, coming across a photo of your dog, you started to tell Dieter about him and all he could do was listen. He was hanging off your every word, not that you noticed, normally he didn’t care about what other people had to say but he couldn’t help but listen intently to what you were willing to share with him.

Before either of you knew it, an hour had passed and you'd finished off your coffee and Dieter hadn’t let go of your hand once. You told him about your career, how you got into acting, he made you laugh with his crude sense of humour, told you stories about how he had partied, some celeb gossip he knew about, it felt like the two of you were old friends. You were surprised by how much you had in common, the way conversation came so easily, normally Dieter found it hard to make conversation with people he didn’t know but there was something about you that just put him at ease, made him feel calm and he liked it. Like really fucking liked it.

Your agent sent you a text telling you that it was time to leave, pulling you back to the reality you’d completely forgotten about the people outside taking photos, you felt your stomach drop a little reading it, you didn’t want to go. You were enjoying your company, you were enjoying this you thought as you looked down at your interwoven hands, you knew it wasn’t real, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t like it, right?

You motioned to him that you needed to leave, he graciously came round, pulling your chair out for you, you surprised yourself when you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek as a thank you, that same scent from earlier filling your sense once more. When you left the coffee shop, you reached forward to lace your fingers with his once more, bumping his shoulder.

“Play it up, right?” you teased, tugging him along, he had shoved his sunglasses back onto his nose as you’d walked back out into the LA sunshine. He grinned at that moment, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you firmly against his side as you made your way back towards your team’s car, you couldn’t help but lean into his hold, telling yourself it was just so it looked more real. It had nothing to do with the fact he was so much warmer in body heat and personality than you expected, you’d heard stories about him being cold and uninviting, but here was showing nothing of the sort. Dieter only dropped his arm when he opened the door of the large black SUV for you, you thanked him with one of those sweet smiles before climbing in, Dieter following right behind you.

You settled yourself on the far end, buckling yourself in straight away, you couldn’t help the smile that was plastered across your lips, you felt like you’d just come off a real date that went really, really well and you had to keep reminding yourself that it wasn’t real but when you looked over at the fluffy haired man beside you, part of you yearned for him.

You barely knew Dieter though, you knew what he decided to share with you, you didn’t know what he was like behind closed door, you liked the idea of him, the way he treated you today. You didn’t know the guy who would be going home, doing a line of coke off his kitchen counter, dowing a full bottle of whiskey and inviting multiple people over for sex, hoping that one of them said yes.

Dieter had purposefully kept that away from you this far, by instruction of his agents, so when you smiled at him in that adoring way, he felt guilty. Guilty because you seemed to like the version of himself he presented to you today, this perfect gentleman and not the person who was corrupted by the shit he had been through, the many failed attempts at happiness and only finding it with substances and alcohol. He would keep playing the role of perfect boyfriend until told otherwise.

“You two did great, incredibly believable” Your agent said, looking at you both in the rearview mirror. You beamed at him, glancing at Dieter who was now looking out of the window, his chin rested in the palm of his hand. His other hand was spread on the middle seat, tapping the fabric, you were overwhelmed with wanting to reach over and lace your fingers with his to stop the anxious movement, but there was no need for that now. No cameras, no prying eyes, so you sat back, keeping your hands firmly in your lap, choosing to look out of the window as well.

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When you woke in your plush king size bed, you were met with the photos from the day before. Dieter kissing your cheek as he arrived, you two sat holding hands in the coffee shop, walking back to the car with his arm wrapped around you. People were freaking out, just as your publicist wanted, you had zoomed in on a couple of the photos, giving in to your wanton heart, zooming in right on Dieter and his messy hair, loose shirt and stupid sunglasses. You knew it was all for show but it looked very real in those photos.

You were zoomed in on a snapshot of his lips on your cheek when you got a notification from some random number you didn’t know, you flicked it down, clicking on it. It was one of the photos, specifically the one where you and Dieter were grinning up at each other as he had his arm wrapped around you, the person had captioned it.

We look pretty good together ;)

Dieter. Of course.

How did you get my number, creep? You replied back, smirking at the teasing.

My agent. Now tell me I look cute in that pic plz he sent back not even a couple of minutes after your latest reply. You rolled your eyes, shooting a message back.

You look cute, Dieter.

Thanks, so do you, sweetheart ;)

Fuck.

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When Dieter arrived home after your date, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you didn’t look at him like everyone else did, the way you so willingly leaned into him, the questions you asked, it was so different from what he was expecting. He expected some girl who wouldn’t care about his life, would just sit and pose for the cameras, who wouldn’t be willing to have an actual conversation and that is what he thought he got. Until you became infatuated with that painting. His favourite painting. The one he kept around to remind himself of a time when he was happy. He had always thought something was missing from it all those years and when you stood, gazing at it, gently brushing your fingers over the textures, he realised that there was something missing from it.

You.

So he gave it away quicker than anything he ever had in his life, he knew it needed to be with you. He wasn’t certain about a lot of things but this was something he could sense in his bones.

He had stood in his hallway after the fake date, looking at the blank space on the wall, the paintings that surrounded it, the dark and gloomy ones, the ones that showed his sadness. He had a half drunk glass of whiskey in his hand, a small baggie of white powder in the other. He threw back what was left in his glass, padding through his home to throw the baggie down on his kitchen counter and placing the glass down carefully. He wasted no time in making the perfect lines of white powder, so practised in this profession now, he took the powder up his nose like it was no issue at all. Not bothering to clean up, he filled his glass with that honey coloured liquid once more, before heading back to the wall of sadness.

He left the glass on the floor as he started to pull each individual one off the wall, throwing them mindlessly around the hallway, not caring where they landed, where they fell or if they broke. He was overcome with a need to start something new, to create something more positive, something more happy. That sweet smile of yours stirring something in him that just needed to get out.

Dieter spent the evening, high, packing all of those grumpy looking paintings away, throwing them into one of the many unused bedrooms of his home. The entire time, wanting to tell you, to tell you he had removed all of the sadness, removed the gloomy looking paintings, with the drugs coursing through his system, he wanted to overshare everything with you right now. He had asked his agent for your phone number a few hours ago, but got no response. It would prove to be a good thing, as he would have poured his heart out right then, not even knowing where his feelings truly lied but all he knew was that he wanted to talk to you more.

So the next day, he was sprawled out on his large couch, trying to nurse his headache, a half drank sweetened black coffee in his hand, when his agent had finally replied to the message he forgot he sent. That’s when he started to see the photos of you two from the day before, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, you both gazing at each other, seemingly laughing. He needed to talk to you. He craved it at this point. Dieter couldn’t help as he flicked through some others, seeing your sweet face crumpled in laughter, whilst holding his hand, it made him wonder what your sweet face would look like blissed out with his head buried between your legs. Fuck he needed to speak to you again.

So he picked out one of his favourite photo, pinging it over to the number his agent had given him. He couldn’t help but stare at his phone, waiting for a reply, and when it arrived, he sat up quickly, nearly spilling his coffee. Dieter had never replied to someone so fast. He felt nervous, he was unsure what to say back, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, which was unlike him, he didn’t usually care but he had to think about his reply right now. When he got the courage to sent his next message, he remained glued to his phone, waiting for those three dots to appear. When they appeared, his heart leapt, he watched intently and then when you replied, he replied in less than a minute.

—

You were grinning at the last message Dieter had sent you and before you replied, you saved his number in your phone, putting an emoji with its tongue sticking out after his name, before you could even reply, Dieter had sent you another photo, expect this time, it was of his wall in the hallway. The one that did used to house the painting that was now hung above your mantle in your living room.

What would look good here? Me pressed up against it whilst you railed me from behind? You typed out before quickly deleting it. Fuck you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that, even if he did look incredibly fuckable yesterday.

Maybe a new painting, a colourful one. You replied instead.

And the conversation carried on, sometimes getting spotty whilst you were both off doing things but you always found time to reply to Dieter, you had fallen asleep texting him, woken up texting him, wondering just when you would see him again, when your next arranged outing would be.

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