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raspberrysmoon · 8 months
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wahhh @rtcshipweeks day three - favorite noel ship !! noel/corey
ugh the skrunklys i love these two :( mild cursing cw?
corey ross, self-proclaimed cool guy, had never had a bigger breakdown in his life, and he had it in public. astrid and trishna had to practically carry him away from the rollercoaster, and they barely succeeded.
corey had another one when he saw the love of his life laying in a hospital bed a week later. he fell asleep there that night, and woke up to a nurse grabbing him, and telling him that he needed to leave because there was an emergency.
noel gruber, aspiring poet, sexual provocateur and novelist, could only think of one person when he woke up last a few weeks after the accident. corey.
he brushed off the choir and was curt with his mother when she visited. all he could think about was corey.
would he ever visit? had he ever visited? did he assume that noel wouldn't wake up and left? where was he now? school, maybe? had people tried to antagonize him since noel was gone?
he didn't show up that day. or the next.
but on friday, the door opened, and it wasn't a nurse. pennys younger brother was first, ezra. he had papers in his hands and an expression of vague displeasure.
after him was trishna, probably coming to see ricky. she had a tablet in her hands.
astrid and hank came in together, as they usually did, but astrid was holding someones hand and hank was talking quietly with a sad expression.
they had corey.
noel felt like he'd been hit by a bus. he couldn't even bring himself to speak, he just stared at the three of them through the semi-clear curtains saving him from the pure embarrassment of being seen immediately.
mischa quietly paused the movie they were watching. he sat up, dislodging noel from his spot curled up against the older boy's side. noel jumped, hitting his (still bandaged) elbow on the edge of bed.
he cursed, grabbing it. "ow- what the hell, mischa? give a guy a warning."
"no-"
"yes, corey. i told you, its worth another visit." hank cut him off, his voice floated towards noel from the doorway, and he felt his stomach flip.
"you're lying to me. i know you are." coreys voice broke, "i was here monday, i saw him- i talked to his nurse for god sake. don't lie to me, hank."
"corey?" noel nearly smacked himself when his voice barely reached above a whisper. he would've, too, if corey didn't throw himself across the room and over to where noels bed was.
he looked terrible, though noel couldn't imagine himself looking much better. his face was blotchy, his hair was messy and probably tangled to high hell, the bags under his eyes looked fake, and his legs trembled under his weight.
"noel, oh my god."
and suddenly noel couldn't breathe. the one person he wanted was there, finally there, and was right next to him. holding him.
all he could do was sob.
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hunkjodiefoster · 7 months
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Chapter 4: And Then There Was Hope
Characters: Melanie Cavill, Alexandra Cavill, Bess Till, Josie Wellstead, Bennett Knox
Warnings: None
She could barely see the outside from the window with the dark gray sky and the blowing snow more awful than usual and it was already getting really bumpy
The charts kept going back from yellow to red in a matter of seconds, sometimes green but only for a split second before it goes back to red or yellow again. They hit a rather big bump, Alex almost flies out of her seat, Audrey was probably having an experience of a rollercoaster at the cells,
"Shit!" Alex exclaims
"You alright?" Bess asked
"I'm fine, this just plain sucks"
"You'd think they would put seatbelts on these chairs!" The blonde laughed
"I don't think Alex knows what a seatbelt even is!" Ben popped in
"She would've been too young to remember, it's literally basically some material I don't even kno-" another bump, larger this time, Alex smirked
"Alright that's enough, be calm guys we gotta pay attention, Breslauer doesn't have the kindest rails"
They went silent as asked and all they could hear was the sound of violent rattling and shaking from the weather, BreslauerBreslauerBreslauer ah yes the place where she went looking for her mom only to find the data she left behind, not even a trace of her besides the goodbye letter, there is a spark of hope in her heart that tells her that her mom is indeed alive, her gut is keeping her optimistic on that thought but her sadness all crumpled up inside her says that she is gone for good and she went outside to let herself go.
"We should probably increase speed, to fasten this part, I'm sure the wind will calm down and perhaps the torque" Ben decided to speak up
Alex got out of her thoughts when he spoke, she doesn't really like to agree with him but he's right in this situation, she nods at him in agreement.
***
A while passed from when they sped up and were still on the same route, Alex had Ben take over while she went to go to the bathroom and change into her jumpsuit, she came back from Mel's quarters to find the rest of them back on the floor On the mattresses again I was guessing this is going to be the new routine every day that they were standing up or just like to sit down on the floor or the mattresses again until something pops up, it's not like they had a lot of places to sit.
The mattresses were the extra ones from Mel's quarters again and of course, Layton said they wouldn't take Mel's mattress for obvious reasons other than a sad and angry teenager and a ghost.
She sat back down and closed her eyes softly
***
Woken up to a weirdly loud sound of metal scratching and the red lights, Alex did not intend to go to sleep, she turned around to see everyone confused
"What the hell is that?" Said Layton
Bess huddled over by Ben to look at one of the screens, Ben was reading the data of the sensors that were set around the train
"Hey" Bess tapped his shoulder "what's going on here?"
"We are getting amounts of damage to the first exterior shell by the cold lock… it says semi medium punctures- wait-"
Red lights flashed again with an even louder sound now, Alex switched the train to autopilot because who knows what's happening
"There's a breach at the cold lock"
They all have expressions of confusion and being surprised
"Door one is still open and door two still hasn't," Ben said open-mouthed
"There's no way" Alex chimed in "no...oh god"
***
She ran towards the back of the train where the cold lock is, she got there and peaked out the second door window to see a breached body lying on the floor in
"Oh no no no no"
Alex smashed the button on the arch of the second door and door one closed along with the outside, Andre had an ax at his side in case of anything, Josie came behind her waiting for the code to work and the door to open up and she can pull in the body, Alex opened up the door revealing "Melanie? Jesus, oh my" Josie laughed as a tear rolled down her cheek as she was pulling Mel in.
Alex couldn't believe what she was seeing, the waterworks were coming now, taking off her cracked helmet she saw her mom's face covered in soft ice crystals, she tapped the side of her face to wake her up.
"Mom?! Mom?!"
Nothing. She checked her pulse as they were taking off her suit that had two cuts in it, gladly there is, Melanie's eyes opened barley and let out an not so normal gasp for air
Alex needed "I need an air fibular and blankets!!!"
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residentraccoon · 3 years
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Ah, can't wait for SF2 to see how my other faves will flop :] and Moldova to score better than us like how they do every year
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years
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If I Fell For You (Part 11) - Downtown
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Summary: The reader and Jensen have a very fun night in downtown Austin but things start to take a turn when Jensen gets anxious and the reader calls in an old friend for help. A week later the whole family heads up North and the reader gets to meet her future family for the first time but she gets the notion she’s not exactly as welcomed as some of them say...
Masterlist
Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader
Square: Coitus Interruptus
Word Count: 7,700ish
Warnings: Mature (language, minor frightening situation, semi-public smut, implied past assault, anxiety attack, family angst, family fluff)
A/N: This part is a rollercoaster, trust me! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
A/N: Also written for @spnkinkbingo​
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“Jensen?” you said from the shower a few hours later. He hummed from the vanity where he was fixing his hair. “Are we going to a dress up kind of place for dinner?”
“A dress would probably be in order but something casual, like a summer one or something,” he said. “Like your white one with the little yellow flowers on it.”
“I bought that like three days ago,” you laughed. “You’ve never even seen me in it.”
“You gonna let me see you in it tonight?” he asked. 
“Maybe,” you teased.
“I’ll leave it out on the bed,” he said. “Oh and a little something else I’d like if you put on too.”
“Did you buy me underwear?” you laughed.
“You’re gonna have to wait and see, sweetheart,” he said. “Just do what the note on the bed says, alright?”
“Alright, alright. I’ll play your game,” you said. You heard him leave and finished washing up, ducking out of the shower and working on your hair. It dried quickly thankfully and you threw it up into a loose pony tail, a few loose strands framing your face. You put on chapstick and thought about doing your makeup but decided against it. It wasn’t a fancy place you were going from the sounds of it and it was warm out which meant sweat which meant your face was going to melt off anyways.
In the bedroom you found your dress on the bed along with a strip of fabric and a folded piece of paper.
Get dressed and then put this on. I’ll be back soon.
“Well what are you up to Ackles,” you said. You threw on some underwear and a strapless bra, pulling on the short flowy summer dress and leaning back against the bed. You picked up the fabric and shook your head, tying it over your eyes before you laid back on the mattress. About ten minutes later the door opened and you sat up, Jensen chuckling. 
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“What’s the big secret?” you asked. 
“Oh, nothing at all. I am gonna need you to keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times mam,” he said before he was scooping you up. You threw your arms around him and he walked you out of the room, carrying you over to a quiet loft corner of the upstairs. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
You relaxed back into the lounger you occasionally found him hiding away in to take a nap or do some reading. You stretched out, hearing the floor creak.
“Ready to go?” he asked, picking you up once again.
“We’re not going out are we,” you said, holding on as you felt him walk you around and a door open, the air suddenly a bit warmer with a slight breeze to it.
“Oh we’re going out,” he said, setting you down, bare feet touching wood. He undid the blindfold and stepped aside. “Ta da. Your very own private rooftop dinner.”
You looked at the nice table he’d set on his balcony, string lights around you, a bottle of wine sat on a small table nearby along with a few covered trays. He smiled in his khaki shorts and light blue dress shirt, a light flush to his cheeks.
“It’s perfect Jensen,” you said. You gave him a hug and kiss, Jensen showing you over to your seat, sliding it in for you. “You did all this in an hour?”
“Well I started planning it a few hours ago. I ordered the food while I set this up and you take very long showers thankfully,” he chuckled. You looked around as he uncorked the wine, Jensen pouring a few glasses for the two of you. “Too much?”
“No. It’s sweet and romantic but not over the top and…” you trailed off as he set the bottle down. “I just really, really, love you.”
“Me too,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Let’s eat while it’s hot. I have other things in store for this evening after all.”
“Y/N,” giggled Jensen two hours later. “Y/N, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“Making out in the backseat was your idea I recall,” you said, nipping at his kiss swollen lips. 
“I meant more the you jerking me off thing,” he said as he panted up at you. You cocked your head and grinned. “Oh you are so dirty and I am here for it.”
“Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this car. I’ve never had sex in a car before you know and I really want to tonight. Like really, really, want to,” you said, biting lightly at his neck.
“Glovebox,” he said. You crawled over to the front seat and dug around, finding a few in there.
“Mr. Ackles,” you grinned over the back of the seat, holding one up. “You are not the sweet boy next door you pretend to be, are you?”
“You’re one to talk,” he laughed, shoving his shorts down and rolling a condom on. You climbed back over the bench and straddled him, Jensen moaning softly as you sunk down. You rolled your hips slowly, Jensen thrusting up. “Fuck. We need to have car sex more often.”
“Yes we-” you said before you both heard the very distinctive bleep from a cop car. Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to get off of him, Jensen yanking his shorts up. You saw an officer walking up and you threw your legs over his lap while he fixed his shorts. A knock came at the window and you rolled it down, an officer giving you a hard face. 
“Anything we can help you with officer?” asked Jensen. The officer narrowed his eyes and you quickly recognized them when he shook his head.
“Jensen, Jensen, Jensen,” he said, Jensen sighing in relief. “Got a report of two people making out in an Impala. I figured some kids must have stolen my good friend’s car since Jared’s is sitting at home. I did not think you of all people-”
“Shut up,” groaned Jensen. 
“Are we in trouble?” you asked. He shook his head and you smiled. 
“If you want to make out or do whatever that condom wrapper is on the floor there for, just do me a favor and drive out of town a few more miles. They don’t give a shit about that sort of thing ten minutes over.”
“Duly noted. Can we get back to our business?” asked Jensen. His friend pursed his lips and Jensen pouted. “Remember that time I pretended you were sleeping over so you could go have a sleepover with-”
“Dude. I’m fucking with ya. Have fun. I’ll keep an eye out for a few minutes but then you’re on your own,” he said. “Later Jenny, Y/N.”
“Dick,” said Jensen, smiling as you rolled up the windows. “Where were we?”
“I don’t know. Jenny,” you said, grinning before he pulled you down, your back hitting the seat.
“Oh now you’re asking for it,” he teased, undoing his shorts. 
“I’m shaking in my boots at big bad Jenny,” you said, Jensen shoving his shorts down. “So scary.”
“Call me Jenny one more time,” he said, pushing up the bottom of your dress. “I dare ya.”
“Jenny,” you said with a smirk. He leaned down and pushed your underwear aside.
“Gonna regret that,” he growled in your ear. He slid inside of you in one smooth motion, bottoming out and pulling out fast. He slammed in hard and you flew your hand against the door, holding onto his shoulder.
“Fuck,” you breathed out as he pounded into you. He’d never been so rough before and you were all for it. “You can do better than that Jenny. I know you can.”
“You asked for it,” he said, snapping his hips. You squeezed your walls around him, Jensen working on giving you a hickey. 
“Is that all you got?” you said, wrapping your legs around him. He growled against your skin and grabbed your wrists, pinning them together against the door. 
He thrust hard and you strained against him, legs letting go. You shut your eyes and felt him slow down before stopping completely.
“Honey?” he asked. You forced your eyes open, Jensen’s hands on your face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt something?”
“Bad memory,” you said. He went to sit back and you shook your head. “No. I was having fun until you pinned me like that. Please keep going?”
“Alright,” he said softly. “I won’t-“
“No. Do it.”
“Y/N no,” he said. You grabbed his hand and placed it over your wrists. “Y/N.”
“I trust you. I want good memories and I want to have rough sex and if you scare me I’ll say so. I promise,” you said. He nodded and leaned forward again. He pinned your wrists over your head once more and picked up the pace, quickly falling back into a harsh rhythm. “Come on Jenny. Give it to me.”
He growled and thrust hard into you at a breakneck pace, your legs wrapped around his torso once more.
“I said-“ you got out before a low deep pressure in your core exploded. You gasped and keened your head back, Jensen grunting straight into your ear before he finally stopped, breathing hard. You stared up and took short breaths, Jensen’s hands wrapping around your back and pulling you up into a kiss.
“I love you so much,” he murmured. 
“I love you,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you. That was intense but good intense. I felt safe with you.”
“No one’s gonna hurt you ever again,” he said. You gave him a hug he returned, Jensen holding you close. “Was that okay?”
“It was great. I’d love to see this side of you again sometime,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry for teasing you though.”
“The Jenny thing? Nah, just a nickname from school. It don’t bother me. Just there’s this rule see only certain people can call me that or else things aren’t gonna end well for them,” he said.
“Am I one of these people?”
“Oh hell no. Not unless you want more of what you just got.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” you said. You felt him grow soft and start slipping out of you, Jensen helping you off of him. He removed the condom with mostly no mess and you stretched out.
“Do you wanna go for a walk? Downtown?” he asked. You nodded and he climbed in the front seat, driving the car away from the park and on a side street that was busier. You ducked out of the backseat, rubbing your arms in the cooler night air.
Jensen walked around with his hoodie in his hands, handing it to you. You pulled it over your head and smiled, Jensen taking your hand, tossing the condom in a trash can you went past.
“You know, you make me feel like I’m some kid in love for the first time,” said Jensen. “But we both know that’s not true but for some reason, I haven’t felt much like a 43 year old lately.”
“My brain is stuck on like age twenty,” you said.
“Same,” he chuckled. “Your head always stays young somehow.”
“So what do you mean by that not feeling age comment then?”
“I feel like some teenage kid that just wants to run off with you on a whim but I can’t exactly do that.”
“Yeah you can. We’re doing it right now,” you said.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said. 
“I know. But the kids are always a positive to me. Sure we can’t run off for a week at the drop of a hat but most people can’t either. I know what I signed up for. I have to share you and be second fiddle sometimes and I’m okay with that.”
“Why though?” he asked. “Don’t you want to be selfish sometimes, just have it be us?”
“Sure but I don’t need whole days. Waking up with you, falling asleep, quiet cups of coffee or impromptu lazy days and dates, a moment here and there is good enough. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all day everyday. I already know so the moments, those are more than good.”
“People aren’t really like that,” he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Not when they’re starting out in a relationship anyways.”
“Well I’ve only ever been in two serious relationships. One lasted a decade and went nowhere. The other one, maybe we don’t get everything two kids who are figuring it out for the first time do. But we get a lot of shit they don’t either. I don’t get bullshit. I don’t get games. It’s real and the fact you’re a father and have responsibilities and obligations that come before me doesn’t bother me. I love you and you make me a better person, a happier person. But I just don’t get the logic that I should want more when you can’t give it and I can’t take it.”
“Do you wish we could start from scratch though?” he asked. “Hypothetically.”
“Start from scratch when? You would have been thirty one when I was eighteen and I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for an older guy back then. You wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me, not these versions at least.”
“You don’t have it in you to be selfish and just say you wish things were different,” he said. You stopped at a corner and shook your head.
“Yeah, Jensen. If I had things my way, you would have zero idea I existed. You’d be with Dee on this date right now and not me,” you said. He crossed his arms and grabbed yours, turning you down the block again as you walked. “Jensen…we were having a nice night. I don’t want to fight.”
He stopped and walked your back against a brick wall, planting a fast kiss on you. 
“Stop saying shit like that,” he breathed out when he pulled back.
“Shit like what?”
“Shit like you’re less important to me. What, cause I knew her longer I’m supposed to love her more? Cause we have kids she’s always more important and you’re the rebound? I hate when you say shit like that.”
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, Jensen planting his hands on either side of you.
“I don’t know how to make you not think that. Because I know how I feel and it has ripped me apart thinking how wrong it was for me to care about you like I do. To love you as much as I do. Because it’s not less. It’s not more. It’s just different but the same and I need you to tell me how to make you believe me. Just tell me and I’ll do it.”
“You’re crying,” you said, wiping off his face. He straightened up and sighed, letting you wipe him off with the sleeves of his hoodie. You grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner to the entrance of an alley, Jensen glancing down it.
“It’s not safe,” he said before you put a hand over his mouth. 
“I did not say that to upset you and I don’t think what I said came out right. I know I’m not a rebound. All I was trying to say is if I could have stopped you from hurting so badly, stop the kids, stop everyone, from going through that pain, I would have. I’d let you go for that.”
“You don’t know how fucked up I was before you,” he said. He glanced at the street and sighed. “Y/N I act. I’m damn good at it. I can play the bad guy, the fucking cocky bastard, the hero. I can play any character that gets thrown at me. I can pretend to my friends and my family that six months after she was gone I was better. So I fucking pretended and pretended and every single moment was focused on those three kids and nothing else. Nothing mattered to me. I didn’t matter to me. But I needed to work again and I needed help and you walked through the front door and it fell apart. You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”
“Jensen…” you said, pulling him into a hug. You saw a sketchy guy cut through the alley, rushing over. “Fuck off! We’re having a fucking moment!”
The guy froze and stared at you, heading back the other direction.
“Did you just scream at a mugger?” asked Jensen, staring back into the alley as you tugged him back out into the light. 
“Maybe. I don’t know. I...have you ever been to a therapist? Honestly?” you asked.
“No. I lied about that,” he said as he looked down. “I told my family that and they bought it.”
“Come on,” you said, taking his hand and turning around. “I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?” he asked.
“Somewhere you can talk,” you said. “I promise.”
One Hour Later
“Y/N,” said Dr. Moseley. You scrambled from hanging your feet over the back of the couch and righted yourself, Jensen chuckling as he stepped out from the office into the lobby area. “Been doing that since she was a kid. Some habits die hard.”
“I think that’s just how she enjoys watching TV,” said Jensen while you hit the button on the remote. You stood up and Jensen looked a whole lot red eyed but lighter too. “I feel better. A lot better.”
“Y/N, your turn,” said Dr. Moseley and you stared. “You gonna call my office and ask for an emergency session for your fiance I’m not letting you slip out of here without a quick tag up.”
“Ugh,” you groaned. “I’m hungry.”
“Ten minutes tops,” said Dr. Moseley to Jensen. You padded into the familiar office, the door closing behind you. “So. How have things been?”
“I don’t know. Is my fiance alright?” you asked.
“Yeah. I don’t even peg him as a repeat customer. He does need to work on bottling things up though. I know you have some good tips for that,” he said as you nodded. “You look good. Things are more stable it sounds like.”
“Yeah. I dumped the loser. Sold a children’s book,” you said.
“Ah you loved drawing I remember. That’s all we did our first session together,” he said.
“You didn’t tell him, did you.”
“You didn’t tell him either,” he said. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.”
“You did say if I was ever in trouble,” you said, looking back at the door. “He’s okay?”
“Yeah. He’s getting close to the year anniversary of the death. It can be triggering to some. But I think with you he’ll be just fine,” he said. 
“Thanks Ray,” you said, spotting the picture on the shelf behind him. “Shit, Georgie got big.”
“Well you haven’t seen him in nine years and he was ten last time you saw him,” he chuckled, pulling out his phone and showing you a few pictures. “Taylor had her twentieth birthday last week.”
“My soon to be step daughter’s is next week,” you said with a smile.
“Shit you all grew up fast. That’s what I get for adopting,” he chuckled to himself, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “Thanks for calling tonight.”
“I knew you’d help him,” you said.
“Sounds like he helps you too,” he said. 
“He’s alright,” you said with a shrug. 
“He’s a little old for you.”
“Mom was a little old for you,” you said, Ray smiling. “How’s Sarah?”
“Good. She asks about you every so often,” he said. “Asks if we made up yet.”
“We never fought,” you said. You looked down, Ray tucking a hair behind your ear. 
“You stopped smiling when your mom got her diagnosis,” he said. “No matter what I did, I couldn’t get a smile back on that face.”
“Ray it wasn’t you,” you said. 
“The way you lit up when you saw him walk out of this room...I don’t know how you got that spark back but I’m glad you found it,” he said.
“He has a lot to do with that,” you said. “The kids do.”
“I wasn’t in a great place myself when I met you,” he said. “God I did not realize-”
“When that snarky eight year old walked in you’d end up with her mom?” you asked. 
“It was highly inappropriate,” he said.
“So is ending up with the dad you were nannying for,” you said. 
“Mom would like him. He’s kind. Got a lot of love in there,” he said. “He said that thing she used to say to me.”
“I may have told him about the you can have more than one person thing.”
“She’d like him,” he said.
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I’d prefer you not end up with you know, a celebrity. But if you’re gonna be with one, be with that one. He stays out of trouble,” he said.
“Uh, how would you know that?” you asked. 
“Sarah’s something of a...fan of his old show. When she saw you in the background of his instagram photo, I did a little digging.”
“Ray.”
“I care about you. Sue me,” he said. You turned and looked out the dark window. “It was good seeing you again.”
“You know you didn’t do anything wrong right?” you said.
“I know. You had to go and find your own way. I understand it. It doesn’t mean you can’t ever come back,” he said. “If you want that is.”
“Ray I’m not looking for a father,” you said.
“You don’t have to look at all,” he said.
“If you wanted in my life so badly you could have adopted me. You could have married mom. But you didn’t and less than two years later-”
“Your mother did not want to marry again and I didn’t adopt you to because you didn’t want me to.”
“Of course I wanted you to. You don’t need a fucking PhD to figure that one out.”
“No you didn’t. You told me yourself.”
“I was a pissed off, upset, hormonal teenager, Ray. I wanted the exact opposite of that. I wanted to know you loved me just as much as you did her and maybe you did but it left a mark and I left. You moved on and I moved on. Let’s be happy and forget about the rest, alright?”
“Alright,” he said as you stood. “If you ever-”
“I know. I can call you,” you said. He nodded and you went to the door, leaning your head back. “Maybe you guys can come over for swimming or something sometime.”
“You just said you moved on.”
“I moved on from being pissed off at you a long time ago. I have lived with a man that lost the love of his life for six months. Losing mom fucked you up just as bad and I was too young to understand that back then. But maybe we can do dinners every once in a while again, you know?”
“I’d like that,” he said.
“I’ll call sometime when things are a little slower for us.”
“Okay,” he said with a smile He got up and you paused, getting a hug from him. “He’ll be alright, needed to let it out, hear you’re not going anywhere is all.”
“Were you ever afraid of losing Sarah?” you asked. “You’ve been in his position before is why I ask.”
“People are different but yeah, when someone gets inside like that after you’ve suffered losing that before, it’s frightening. It can be debilitating. It can ruin things.”
“But you and Sarah got married and are still together.”
“Be gentle with him when he’s afraid. Comfort him but don’t coddle him. His fears will become manageable and quiet. He has fallen unconditionally in love with you knowing how much pain happens when it gets taken away. Part of him says run away and save yourself from it happening again. Part of him says she’s worth every second of that pain. It’s how I was. Just treat him normally and he’ll learn to live with it.”
“It doesn’t go away?”
“Has he ever been late coming home? Fender bender?”
“He got bit by a scorpion recently,” you said.
“Did you freak out?”
“On the inside,” you said as he smiled. “So that’s the cost.”
“The good times are worth the bad ones,” he said. “Go take him around the corner to Mort’s. They’re open until midnight in the summer.”
“Do they still do the peach cobbler sundae?” you asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
“Do you want to…” you trailed off.
“It’s late but I appreciate the offer. Another time for sure though. I have a soccer game to get ready for in the morning,” he said with a sigh. “I am so not coaching next year. I should have quit when Taylor graduated.”
“Yeah you will,” you said. “You were even my coach back in the day.”
“I still can’t kick the ball yet for some reason they want me to be head coach,” he chuckled as he opened the door. Jensen had his nose in the bookshelf, turning around with a curious look. “Y/N’s going to take you out for ice cream. Doctor’s orders.”
“Is this...Y/N?” asked Jensen, pointing at a photograph. Ray walked over and smiled as he picked it up.
“She was about ten years old in that picture,” he said, showing it to you.
“I remember that day. You puked on the ferris wheel,” you said.
“I don’t do rides well,” he said, putting it back.
“Wait I thought you were her therapist for all the crap that happened as a kid,” said Jensen, glancing at you.
“I was. Y/N’s mother felt after the adoption it’d be good for her, for them both, to have Y/N see someone,” said Ray.
“Oh. That’s nice you do like a fun day for your patients,” said Jensen. You rolled your eyes as Ray chuckled.
“Jensen. This is Dr. Moseley. Dr. Ray Moseley. My mom’s old boyfriend,” you said. Jensen looked at Ray and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you,” said Jensen. “I’ve heard good things.”
“Well that’s always good,” said Ray. “I’ll see you two around sometime.”
“We would like that,” you said, taking Jensen’s hand. “Let’s let Ray head home. He’s got an early morning.”
“It was nice meeting you Jensen. Call anytime you need to, day or night,” said Ray.
“Thanks,” said Jensen. A few minutes later you were back on the street and walking down the block, Ray driving off in his car. “So the therapist you know from when you were a kid is Ray?”
“Yeah. It’s how they met. My mom wanted me to deal with the stuff my dad did. Ray helped me process and be a pretty normal kid again. He and mom hit it off. He was done for the first day they met he said. They got together after I finished up my sessions. When you started talking like that earlier and said you never spoke to anyone, I knew Ray could help.”
“Thanks,” he said quietly, letting you lead him towards an ice cream shop. You sent him over to a table out front while you ordered, returning after a moment with a sundae in a dish and two spoons. “I’m sorry, for lying about seeing a therapist.”
“Why did you?” you asked, taking a seat and handing him a spoon.
“It’s what I told everyone. People don’t worry so much,” he said with a shrug. “I...I’m normally the one that other people can come to for help. I’m not so good at asking for it. I got tired of everyone constantly asking me are you okay? Let me do this for you. Let me do that. I got it, you go rest. I wanted everyone to leave me alone and treat me normally again. Lying took care of that mostly.”
“Please don’t lie to me ever again,” you said. He nodded and you cocked your head. “You don’t have to talk to me but if you feel like you’re bottling stuff up to that extreme again, talk to someone. Please.”
“I will. I’m sorry for acting how I did earlier. All you were trying to say was you’d stop me from being hurt if you could and I twisted it.”
“Sounds like you untwisted it.”
“Ray was good to talk to. An objective third party telling you stuff puts it in perspective.” He picked at the sundae and smiled when he took a bite, going back for a bigger piece. “What’d you two talk about in there?”
“You. Me,” you said, getting a scoop of whip cream. “I told him maybe they could come over for a swim and dinner sometime.”
“He still loves you you know.”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “When things calm down, maybe…”
“Do you still love him?” You nodded and scraped away at piece of ice cream that was threatening to fall off the edge of the dish. “Do you think he’ll hurt you?”
“He had the opportunity after my mom died to adopt me. But he didn’t. It hurt that he didn’t. I got it in my head that he only cared about me for her and it wasn’t right but it’s what I felt back then.”
“How do you feel now?”
“I understand he was in pain and I was a brat that took all of mine out on him. I wish he had fought me harder on staying in a way. Let me know he did care.”
“Y/N honey,” said Jensen, leaning forward in his seat. “He has a picture of you in his office. I think you asked for your space and he let you have it. I think that was his attempt at saying he cared back then.”
“Which is why maybe...he can come back into my life,” you said. 
“Whatever you decide, I’ll support it,” he said. “It’s not a simple decision.”
“No, I know he never stopped caring but he was the adult and I was the kid back then. I needed him to say stay.”
“Well, I know somebody who wants you to stay. Actually he’s not letting you go ever,” he said.
“Oh really?” you said, Jensen smirking. “Never ever?”
“Nope. You’re stuck with him for eternity. Sorry in advance for any future freak out sessions,” he chuckled.
“You were scared and a guy like you, I know you hate being scared. Freak out everyday and it still wouldn’t bother me,” you said.
“You’re similar though.”
“True but it works. I take care of you, you take care of me, we eat ice cream and make out in the back of your car and it sounds pretty good to me.”
“I like the way you think.” 
Ten minutes later you were walking through downtown, Jensen’s hand holding yours loosely. You walked past a young couple, one of them carrying a sleeping toddler. 
“You’d make a really cute baby,” he said. You looked over at him and smiled. “Not you you. I mean-”
“I know what you meant. How do you know if you’re ready?” you asked.
“You don’t. Not really. You can prep but you’re never really ready. I always thought you know, when you’re stable, mature enough, when you want it, then you’re ready.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to take care of an infant.”
“Haven’t you been a nanny to babies before though?”
“Yeah. But...the trying to raise a good person thing. A happy, good, kind person. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“Says the woman who knows when a little boy is crying because of a tantrum and when he’s crying because something is wrong.”
“That’s different.”
“You’ve been doing it for months. I trust you with them completely, to make any kind of decision for them. They’re your kids too now.” You slowed your pace and he matched it, squeezing your hand. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Hearing you say that is nice is all.” 
“Believe me. I don’t think anyone in the world could possibly love you more than I do but if anyone does, it’s those three kids,” he said. “They ask about Dee more again and it’s all smiles. They ask about you a whole lot. For some reason they’re convinced we went to school together and that’s where we met.”
“I’m gonna check that under you look good and not I look old,” you laughed.
“No, no you don’t. You’re the one getting carded still, not me,” he said.
“Remember that waitress that kept flirting with you at that restaurant in Toronto? That was fucking hilarious.”
“You thought it was hilarious. I was dying showing her my drivers license and showing her the math of how you physically could not be my daughter.”
“Boys hit puberty at thirteen though,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me a guy like you hit it in highschool.”
“I was about five four my first year. You so could have kicked my little shrimpy ass. It was super awesome when all your buddies are like, growing a foot in a month and getting muscle and starting to shave and I’m like, the hobbit.”
You laughed and he bumped your shoulder.
“I really wanted to play football in school but I was always way too small. It’s why I wound up in baseball. Plus I think my mom liked it cause it was safer.”
“Eh, but some of those guys peak in high school. You haven’t hit yours yet.”
“You talking looks or like life?”
“Both. I mean when the new season of The Boys comes out you’re gonna get exposed to a huge audience. You’re gonna get to act in like, oscar movie shit and stuff,” you said. He shrugged and you bumped him back. “You’re gonna do amazing.”
“I don’t care about being in that kind of movie really though. I want to do fun things, things that interest me. I’m very happy if my biggest role is Dean Winchester.”
“Well, Dean gave you the opportunity to play Soldier Boy and he’s gonna give you more choices. Dean’s probably what you’ll be known for but you have some more power now cause of that. Maybe even more power with Dean someday. Just do stuff that you want to from now. As long as it makes you happy at the end of the day, I’m all for it.”
“I’m gonna promise you right here and now I won’t ever be away for months on end. I was gone so much before. I like being home. I’m not going away for nine months of the year ever again.”
“It’ll work,” you said. “I bet you could get your own little show in town like Jared if you wanted.”
“I will take the role of dad and future husband for now,” he said. 
“That’s a good role when you think about it.”
“Very good,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “What time is it?”
“About ten thirty,” you said. “Getting tired?”
“Band’s playing at a bar downtown, that one we heard that night you said I was your best friend.”
“Of course that is what you remember from that night,” you said, leaning against him. “They’re really in Austin?”
“Yup. You wanna go?”
“I’d love to.”
One Week Later
“Are we there yet?” groaned JJ from the backseat as Jensen drove through a suburb.
“We will be there in ten seconds,” he said, turning down another street before pulling into a driveway. “Go on and harass your grandparents.”
She unbuckled herself in the backseat and opened the door, dashing off and up to the house.
“What about you two? Ready to see grandma and grandpa?”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Arrow, kicking in her car seat. Jensen shook his head as you climbed out, undoing Zeppelin and watching him run across the grass up to the front door that was now open. 
“Let Arrow go first buddy!” said Jensen as Arrow ran around the car and into the house. “The kid hasn’t had a drink all morning yet she pisses like a race horse I swear.”
“She did knock back about three juice boxes on the way here,” you laughed. 
“Gotta cut that kid off at two,” he chuckled, going to the back of the truck. He pulled out his suitcase and the kids while you grabbed your own and the bag with JJ’s birthday presents. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Probably a year.”
“You okay?” you asked.
“Yeah. I’m good,” he said. You followed him up to the house, setting the presents bag down by the door, carrying the suitcases upstairs. “You can put the kids stuff in here. This was my sister’s room.”
“It’s huge,” you said, spotting the bunks up against the wall. “That’s really nice with the full size beds.”
“My parents re did it once there were grandkids and stuff for the holidays. We can stay in my old room,” he said, showing you across the hall. It was smaller and a bit plain but you did notice the cowboy blanket on the bed. He quickly grabbed it and bundled it up, opening a closet door and shoving it inside.
“Yours?” you asked, reaching out for it. He nodded and hesitated a moment before letting you have it. “Is this from when you were little?”
“Yeah,” he said as you saw how the color had faded away in some spots. 
“Do you like to leave it here? We could bring it home if you want,” you said.
“I’m 43.”
“And…” you said, folding it and handing it back to him.
“I wouldn’t exactly say this goes with the master bedroom decor, would you?”
“Alright,” you said. “Seems special is all.”
He left it out on the bed as you looked out a window to the backyard, a few people out there along with the kids.
“Those your parents?” you asked.
“Yeah. That’s my-” he said before he let out a whoof. You turned and saw him tackled on the bed by a man and woman, both of them chuckling. “Guys, come on.”
“Relax, we’re just having fun, Jens,” said the man as he straightened up and Jensen sat up. “Hi. You must be the girlfriend.”
“Yeah. I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out a hand. You were surprised when the man and woman looked at each other and then gave you a hug. You returned it briefly, both of them chuckling while Jensen groaned on bed.
“We know all about you. Josh. Mack. Obviously you know doofus over there,” said Josh.
“Guys,” groaned Jensen.
“Calm yourself,” said his sister. “We’re saying hi to our future sister in law is all.”
“I hate this,” said Jensen, laying back and throwing a pillow over his face.
“He’s never been good with the whole introducing his girl to the family thing. Ain’t that right, Jenny?” asked Josh. Jensen sighed under the pillow and he rolled his eyes. “Well, you can lay there. We’re stealing her.”
“What?” said Jensen as Mackenzie pushed you out of the room. Josh whistled as he ducked out and pulled the door shut, holding it in place.
“Josh let me out!” said Jensen. “It wasn’t funny when I was five and it’s not funny now!”
“Believe me, it’s always been funny,” said Mackenzie to you, nodding at Josh as he pulled a headband around the handle and then over to a curtain rod at the window next to the wall. 
“Joshua! I’ll call mom!” said Jensen through the door.
“We need five minutes alone with Y/N. I’ll let you out when we’re done,” said Josh. He stepped into the room next door, Mackenzie pushing you inside. 
“Uh, what is this?” you asked, taking a seat on the bed. They looked at one another and shut the door. You swallowed but saw them both smile.
“Thank you,” she said, Josh nodding. “Jensen’s had a hard year and last time we saw him at Christmas-”
“He wasn’t doing so hot. He can act his ass off but he can’t pretend to us,” said Josh. 
“He sounds...he’s always so excited to talk about you on the phone, even if we don’t know that many details. He’s always been a little vague but we know you’re the reason he’s doing so well.”
“So don’t worry about the nanny stuff or being the new fiance or whatever you’re worried about. We don’t get to see our brother that much but we like hearing him like his old self again,” said Josh.
“You guys really don’t have a problem with me?” you asked. “Like seriously?”
“You’re not like, crazy right?” asked Mackenzie. You shook your head. “So then seriously we don’t have a problem with you.”
“Thanks,” you said quietly. You tucked your hair behind your ear and took a deep breath. “I know I’m...not her. And I’m younger and I was the nanny and it’s really easy to assume things about me...I don’t want anything to come between him and his family and especially not have that be me. I know all of you took care of him and I want him to feel comfortable again, not get stressed out at seeing you guys.”
“He didn’t want to see us?” asked Mackenzie.
“He does. It’s a feeling I get from him is all. He loves me and I know he wants…me getting along with you guys is important to him,” you said.
“You can be part of this family too,” said Josh. “Really. We know it’ll never go back to how it was but we can have something just as good.”
“We do have one question though,” said Mackenzie. You smiled and nodded as she sat next to you. “Why do you like him? We think he’s horrendous but we get that people find him attractive.”
“He’s handsome but he makes me the happiest I think I’ve ever been in my life. Mine’s kind of been a cluster and he’s a good best friend to have. I just like him I suppose,” you said.
“Do you prank him?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” you laughed, the two of them smirking.
“Yeah you’re cool with us,” said his brother. “Come on, let’s let the dork out before he calls mom on us.”
He stepped outside and Jensen huffed when Josh let him out.
“What did-” he said before you stepped over to Jensen. “Did they-”
“We had a little talk is all. They love you and so do I so there’s absolutely nothing to worry about besides the fact you can’t escape your childhood bedroom. We may need to consider getting a dog if that keeps up,” you said.
“Well...good,” said Jensen, crossing his arms. “And I’ll have you know, that headband has elastic in it.”
“The arms are for show,” whispered Mackenzie. 
“You’re due for a noogie,” said Jensen, skirting past you and chasing her down the hall. 
“You got any siblings?” asked Josh to you as Jensen tackled his sister into a bedroom. You shook your head and he smiled. “Well, this is about how it goes around here.”
“How often does she win? Having two older brothers and all.”
“More often than you’d think. Our brother in law is at work still but he’s always a wild card on if he’ll help us torture or not.”
“Ah so you’re all grown children, not just Jensen.”
“Pretty much,” he said, Jensen laying back in the hall. “Ready to go see mom and dad?”
“Not really,” mumbled Jensen.
“Time to face the music,” said Josh, pushing you down the hall and stepping over Jensen. He popped up to his feet and you headed downstairs.
“Hold up,” said Jensen.
“Tell him to calm down,” said Josh in your ear. You nodded and his siblings headed outside as an older woman came in.
“Hey mom,” said Jensen, getting a large hug from her when she spotted you both in the kitchen.
“You look so good! You got some weight back,” she said, Jensen sighing. “You were too skinny and you know it. You eating enough again?”
“Yes ma,” he said, shaking his head. He reached out a hand and you let him take it, his mother giving you a friendly enough smile. “This is Y/N, my fiance.”
“Fiance?” she said, looking you up and down. Something about it felt off though and you forced a happy look on your face. “The kids didn’t mention that.”
“It’s a recent development,” said Jensen as he squeezed your hand. “I know it seems a little fast probably but we’ve been together nearly six months.”
“Oh. So you got together not long after the holidays,” she said, a smile on her face but you both saw through it.
“Yeah,” said Jensen, his father coming in the back door with a water bottle. “Dad this is Y/N.”
“They’re engaged, Alan,” she said. “Isn’t that nice?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Donna you mind coming with me to pick up the food order?”
“We can get it,” you said, both of them staring at you. “We know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen the kids.”
“We’ll get it,” he said, voice not necessarily harsh but there was a firmness there you weren’t expecting. They skirted past the two of you and out the front door, Jensen watching it close. 
“Why don’t you introduce me to the rest of the family?” you said.
“Sure,” he said quietly. “Right this way.”
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A/N: Read Part 12 here!
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Long, sappy post ahead...
I am sobbing, I can’t believe this is real. Like, surely this is a glitch? There is no way in hell 2,000 ppl have willingly clicked the follow button for me!
I can’t even begin to properly thank you guys. I want to hug all 2,000 of you (yes, even the porn bots!) for giving me all the happy feels. To add to it, Monday will also be the 2 year anniversary of my blog!
This blog has surely been a rollercoaster. We’ve had many ups and downs, have gone through some really fun events together, had many wonderful chats about One Piece and non One Piece topics. I’ve made so many incredible friends along the way, and have met some truly talented writers and artists. So many great people!
I’ve always been a fanfiction writer. Started way back when I was a tween writing Twilight fanfiction (cringe), then I evolved into other fandoms, posting some on Wattpad and not garnering too much attention, and quickly deleting afterwards. I have always been very insecure of my works and for a while did not have much confidence in posting them.
Then, One Piece came into my life. 😅
I started off just lurking on other ppl’s blogs. Too nervous to start my own. Then, I met some awesome friends who gave me the push to create my first writing blog. I made my very first post on April 19th, 2019. I started with matchups first, as I was a lil anxious about jumping into hcs and scenarios. Now, I’ve written countless of hcs and scenarios, some being people’s favorites. I started slow, I remember when I first hit 100 followers and thinking it wouldn’t go much farther than that. Two years later, I’m at 2,000. Insanity!
Thank you guys for your endless support. Your endless love and encouragements. It’s what keeps me here, doing what I love to do! Every like, every comment, every reblog, every follow, every interaction...they never lose their meaning. I wish I could truly express how much this all means to me, but just believe me when I say I am absolutely over the moon about this news.
You guys have been there for me - through the highs and lows. I hope I can continue to be there for you guys in the same ways. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Information about the 2,000 follower event + 2 year anniversary celebration will go up semi soon, when I figure out what I want to do. For now, I’ll just happy dance about hitting the milestone and celebrating my blogs birthday! 💕
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request for tsukki with a crush who has a crackhead energy and she manages the team
this is such a fun hc, thank you for requesting! sorry i took so long on it, i’ve been really lagging on school, i still am but i had some down time hehe
Tsukishima crushing on manager with crackhead energy
genre: absolute crack, the source of where crack cracks the crack. crack. and a dash of fluff on that crack.
warnings: n/a
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oh my god where do we even start
tsukishima has no idea why he likes you he hates his head for being such a simp for you or where ever da fuk this feeling is coming from
like the amount of energy that you have, jumping around and always cracking jokes and doing the upmost unbelievable shit, he doesn’t get it, why does he want to see you all the time?
the amount of crackhead energy that you have in your body can beat tanaka, nishinoya, and hinata COMBINED, bc of that you ended up being good friends with them
one time you guys were heading out in the volleyball bus to a match and nishinoya bet that you wouldn’t try to ride on top of the bus instead of going inside of it while driving to the match
YES ON TOP OF THE BUS, YOU CLIMBED THAT BITCH AND SAT ON IT😭😭
poor ukai nearly died of a heart attack when the bus started driving and noya and tanaka were dying of laughter and ukai thought something fishy was going on so he stopped the bus and went outside and saw you just sitting on top of the bus like “yo wassup ukai mah dawg”
Tsukishima was absolutely without words “why tf did you do that” “why tf did you not join me?”
bitch had no idea what to reply, just put his headphones back on bc he himself started wondering why he didn’t join you, congratulations, you broke Tsukishima Kei
and to top it all off, you can be an absolute crackhead one second and the next you’re paying the most attention ever to a match and writing mad notes on that clipboard of yours
when tsuki first saw you do that he felt like he just go slapped in the face😭
HOW TF DOES SHE DO IT
ngl he kinda tried to uncrush on you
it didn’t work😔✊
he really tried doe, f in the chat for tsuki
he was really out her trying to avoid you at all costs but you would just be EVERYWHERE
after a while tanaka and nishinoya got on that tsukishima had a crush on you, not hinata doe, he’s so clueless smh
they told you and you were like “wait dat kinda make sense doe😳” because tsuki was always weird around you and he would be ✨extra mean✨ and ✨extra stiff✨
so you, nishinoya, tanaka and hinata were plotting on how to take the upmost advantage of you situation
hinata kept suggesting to try to make tsukishima as flustered as possible just so that everytime tsuki called him short he would bring up that exact moment
“hinata how are we gonna do this, the only emotion that boi shows is 🧂salt🧂”
so you all decided upon it and the next day
poor tsuki, he was just a simp and he didn’t know how to handle his emotions and he was about to be absolutely attacked 😭
you walked in to the volleyball practice with the shortest shorts in history
the boys were practicing their spikes and daichi spiked noya in the face by accident because he noticed you first lkdfjsdlkf
“sorry guys, all of my other shorts are in the wash hehe”
u fukin liar
you looked over to tsukishima and the POOR MAN
HE JUST DROPPED EVERYTHING AND WAS JUST STANDIN STIFF AS A BOARD AND STARING AT YOU FKLJDS
tsukishima.exe has stopped functioning
you two locked eyes and you smiled at him and he legit lagged 
yamaguchi was next to him and he thought tsuki was having a heart attack LMAOO
and the entire practice long you were throwing the CHEESIEST pick-up lines ever at tsuki, the poor soul
“ hey, hEY TSUKI! Are you a parking ticket? because you got fine written all over you” 
noya literally chocked on his water because he was right next to him and heard it ldskfjs
“are you from Tennessee, because you’re the only ten i see~”
“no y/n, im Japanese.” 
“ 😐😑 ur no fun”
he’s sitting on the bench on water break and you just plop next to him and throw your head on his shoulder dramatically 
“So tsuki-man, aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”
at this point the poor man is done for, he is so embarrassed by the entire practice’s event of you throwing yourself all over him that he can’t even function enough to be salty
“Y/N can i ask you something?”
“mm?” your head still resting on his shoulder.
“why are you acting...weird...around me”
you giggled at his question yet still didn’t budge from his shoulder.
when you first started, you were going to see tease him just in a friendly manner, but afterwards you started noticing how cute he was whenever he would try to hide his flushed cheeks whenever you came nearby. ‘do i have a crush on him too?’ was the only sentence running over and over in your mind. and now, with your head pressed on his shoulder your stomach sending butterflies through you, your had decided that you did. what else could explain how you all of the sudden felt a little nervous as the time passed by?
“a lil birdie told me you liked me”
you felt him stiffen under you, the days events tired him so much he didn’t even know how to respond, he just,, sat there and tried to look for an answer to give you but all that came up to him was tv static.
“i think i like you too, you know” you said, holding your breath, hoping this wouldn’t end up embarrassing for you too.
tsukishima’s body relaxed a little and you could faintly hear how fast his heart was beating. 
“that’s good” was the only words he could muster out as he slightly stuttered.
you reached over and lightly held his hand, the intertwined hands of you both were semi-concealed as you just sat there and tsuki took his break, drinking water and watching the rest of the team practice.
noya, hinata, and tanaka were walking by to check up on 
Operation Fluster Tsukishima™
and noya was the first to notice your hands.
“WHAT THE HELL”
“wtf noya, what is it?” tanaka boi was confused as hell
“YOU TWO ARE HOLDING HANDS??!?(&$*(@&” poor hinata stil believed holding hands with the opposite gender could make you pregnant, bless his soul.
tsukishima literally bolted up from his seat as if his seat had those deject buttons from cartoons. 
“wtf y/n why you holding by hand” 
awkward award goes to tsukishima kei
he started walking away towards yamaguchi who was seeing everything that was going down from the beginning was nagging tsukishima to tell you that he liked you already
“what the hell tsuki-man, we were just having such a heartfelt moment”
you could see that he slightly smirked as he walked away.
and there you were.
left with these three knuckleheads
all freaking out.
“YOU ACTUALLY LIKED HIM WTF )&&^&$*#$()*#)”
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that was an absolute rollercoaster and i don’t regret a single word, thank you anon for requesting this, i didn’t know i needed this absolute ride😌✨
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SPOILERS - Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass book 7)
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It took a lot longer for me to process everything that happened in this book than I thought it would and then Christmas happened so here are some of my final commentary/thoughts on this book.
Aedion talking to Evangeline and Lysandra 💔
Manon showing up with the Thirteen and the Crochans, I felt like I was watching the scene from LOTR when they’re at Helms Deep and the Elves show up, and I’m not mad about it. That’s one of my favorite things. ❤️❤️❤️
😭😭😭😭😭 It was sad enough when I thought Abraxos was going to die, but then the Thirteen went and sacrificed themselves. My heart is broken for Manon. But it does sound like the wastes are coming alive again. So suffering, but we’re happy about it?
Okay now that my emotions have settled after that rollercoaster of Lock forging. I was hoping the same thing Rowan was. That if Aelin and Dorian did it together it would only take half their magic, but of course there’s a loop hole kind of. She lied to Rowan 🥺 but she did it. With a little help from Mala of course, but had she not asked about Elena that may not have happened. I think it’s sad that her power is basically gone now though. She’s permanently Fae which isn’t a bad thing. How are they going to destroy all the valg without her fire though? Not to mention Erawan and Maeve? I feel like we took one step forward and two steps back.
Evangeline and Darrow were adorable, and that he gave Aedion back the sword and reconciled with Lysandra AND asking Evangeline to be his heir ❤️❤️❤️
THIS IS SO INTENSE!!!!
NOOOOO!!! GAVRIEL!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
I had to put down the book after that and I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to be able to pick it back up.
Aelin spilling all of Maeves secrets and plans to Erawan was hilarious!
THEY DID IT!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 THAT WAS SO INTENSE!!! 
I love that Fenrys got to stab Maeve, and that Aelin told her to go to hell.
I don’t know what the right word to describe it is, but the fact that Aelin doesn’t set foot inside the city, her home, until the final battle is over, just...I don’t know how to describe it. It just gets to me, like it fits, it’s right. And that conversation between her and Darrow when she reaches him. That Aelin told Evangeline to win her back her throne and she kind of did. It was all very well thought out.
Aelin and Aedion’s reunion 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
Aelin giving Gabriel the blood oath even in death 😭😭💔💔
Lorcan and Elides conversation, and Lorcan saying he’ll bind his life to hers so neither will have to live without the other!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I love that Aelin keeps her word to Aedion and she gives him the blood oath in front of everyone at her coronation just like he wanted 🤣 and the Little Folk give her Mabs crown again. Which fits perfectly with her other crown. ❤️
Everyone gets to go home, including the witches who received proof the lands are no longer dying. Lorcan and Elide get married. Aedion and Lysandra engaged, and Yrene promises to return when Aelin is pregnant ❤️
And of course one thing I’ve been waiting to see since it was first mentioned. Aelin looks out her balcony one morning to see everything covered in blooming Kingsflame. All her hard work and everything they’ve all been through, she gets confirmation that the better world she was working toward is theirs.
This book, this whole series was just amazing. I can’t believe it took me so long to read it. Now all I want is to read it again, but it’s so long and I have other books I want to read as well. Including A Court of Thorns and Roses and Crescent City. I don’t know how anything can compare to Throne of Glass though. I’m almost afraid to read anything else. Although my TBR list has exploded recently, thanks booktok. Now that I’ve semi recovered from Throne of Glass I guess it’s time to start ACOTAR. Crossing my fingers it’s as good as people have said.
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“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!” Could you do this for the blue hair incident 😜
Ahahaha I love this 😂 Also sorry I have been sitting on these prompts for so long; after the holidays I promise to get back to them!! 
Jon is about halfway through grocery shopping when his phone starts ringing. 
His  brow furrows as Dany’s picture fills his screen, picking up and propping it between his shoulder and his ear as she continues down the aisle, searching for Aly’s favorite apple juice brand. 
“Dany?” he says, brow furrowing. “What’s up? Did you forget to put somethin’ on the list?” 
“Uh, no, not exactly,” she says, and immediately his heart speeds up at the amount of nervous energy in her voice. “We had... there’s been an incident.” He can hear Alysanne yelling in the background, and... running water? 
His stomach drops. “An incident?” he says. “What happened? Are you okay? Are the kids okay?” A million horrific images flash before his eyes, and he feels like he’s drowning all of a sudden, the scars on his chest aching more than they have in years. 
“Yes, yes, we’re all fine,” she assures him, like she can sense how nervous he’s suddenly become. Ghost’s barks echo through the phone, followed by the baby’s cries. “Well, technically.” 
“Dany, what happened?” he begs, so bloody confused that he can’t stand it anymore. 
She exhales sharply. “Aly dyed her hair blue,” she finally bursts out, and Jon just stands there, blinking. 
“Oh, fuckin’ hells,” he grumbles. “That girl, I swear to the gods--” 
“I left her alone for two minutes so I could nurse Torrhen, and the next thing I knew she and Ghost were shut up in the toy room together and she had markers everywhere and half her head is blue now,” Dany says, all in one big rush. “And now I’m trying to get her in the bath to wash it out, but Ghost got all riled up and the baby is crying and I... just get home as soon as possible, okay?” 
“Of course,” Jon says, grabbing the jug of apple juice and quickly surveying the list. Whatever, he’ll just go out again later. “I’ll be home in a few minutes, alright? Just hang on.” 
Jon flies through self checkout at rapidfire pace, pushing the speed limit the entire drive home. He leaves the groceries in the car (seeing as he hadn’t even gotten to the dairy section yet before Dany called), throwing the door open to reveal the chaos beyond. 
Ghost runs up to him, barking like mad, and Jon can still hear Aly’s wails and Torrhen’s cries from down the hall. One problem at a time, though. “Ghost, place,” he says, giving his dog a look. Ghost pouts, but he dutifully bounds over to his bed, laying down and resting his head on his paws. “Good boy,” Jon says, giving him a bone to entertain him. “Stay there, now, alright?” 
He finds Dany in the bathroom, a very upset Alysanne in the tub with half her hair still a shocking shade of blue. “Daddy!” she cries when she sees him, Dany turning around and sighing in relief, her shoulders visibly sagging. 
“Help,” she says desperately, eyes wide and overwhelmed. 
“Did you finish nursing Torrhen?” he asks, and she shakes her head. “Go take care of him, alright? I’ll clean Aly up.” 
“Okay,” she says, the relief in her expression clear. “Thank you, Jon.” 
He shakes his head, shooing her from the bathroom and rolling up his sleeves as he kneels next to the tub. “Aly, sweetheart, why’d  you color your hair?” he asks. She looks up at him with her big brown eyes, as if he’s posed the most ridiculous question ever to exist. 
“We played hairdresser!” she says. “Ghost was next.” 
“Mm, I think Ghost’s fur should stay white,” he says, grabbing the shampoo. “And yours should stay silver, love. When you’re older you can get it dyed, hmm?” 
Alysanne is very put off by his answer, but she lets him wash her hair all the same. Luckily whatever markers she used seem to be only semi-permanent, because with some very intense shampooing, her hair is almost back to normal, just the slightest tint of blue left to it. As soon as she’s cleaned up and dried off, back in clean clothes, Jon plops her in front of the television, trusting that her favorite show will distract her enough where he can go check on Dany. 
He finds his wife in the nursery, Torrhen still held to her chest as he dozes. “Hey,” he says, leaning over to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “You alright?” 
Dany looks up, and he’s thankful to see she doesn’t look quite as overwhelmed anymore. “Yes,” she says. Her fingers stroke over Torrhen’s downy curls instinctively. “How’s Aly?” 
“She’s fine. Hair is mostly back to normal, much to her dismay. She’s watchin’ TV now.” 
“Thank the gods I noticed before she got to Ghost,” Dany says, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you do it, all day with both of them. And the animals.” 
He shrugs, because he loves being a stay-at-home dad, but it’s definitely an exhausting rollercoaster day to day. It’s worth it though, absolutely. He never really thought he’d get this life he has with Dany now, and even with all the crazy things their children or pets do, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. 
“Jon,” she says, and her voice is softer, more nervous. It’s such a change from how Dany usually seems-- fearless, determined, ready to take on the world. She exhales, glancing up at him through her lashes. “Am I a terrible mother?” 
He can’t help it, he laughs. “What?” he says, shaking his head. “You’re joking, right?” Dany pulls a face at him, glancing down at Torrhen again. 
“I didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late, I was so distracted with him,” she says, nodding towards the baby. “And you’re just... so good at all this. And I’m always at work.” 
“Hey, hey,” Jon says, brow furrowing. “First off, that’s not true. I’m not nearly as good at this as you think. All I do all day is chase them around and try to put out fires.” Dany chuckles, and his heart lightens, glad to have made her smile a bit. 
“And you work much more normal hours now. Remember when we first met? You’d work all weekend long, and till eight or nine at night. I can’t even remember the last time I saw you take out your laptop at home.” He pauses. “Besides, you love your job as well. You shouldn’t feel guilty for that just because you can’t be home every minute of the day.” He kisses her forehead again, and he can feel her relax. “Our children love you more than anything, Dany. Trust me. You’re a wonderful mother.” 
“Even if I can’t stop our daughter from dyeing her hair blue?” she asks, but Jon smiles, because he can tell she’s joking now. 
“Love, I don’t think either of us could have stopped her,” he says. “Where do you think she inherited that determination from? The same person who talked me into becoming an Instagram influencer.” 
“Mm,” Dany says, her smile back to that bright, happy thing that Jon loves more than anything. “I suppose you’re right.” She stands up, Torrhen still cradled to her chest. “Come on, then. We best go make sure she doesn’t try to dye Ghost green next.” 
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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 1
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pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi
genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)
word count: 3.6k
chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4
summary: 
Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year?  So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.
Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.
Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a rollercoaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.
note: Hi! This is my first fic ever! I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna read this but I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile so fuck it.
You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the couch.
“God my back hurts!” 
Honestly with the amount of random bodily aches you experience on a daily business you could pass for being 70 years old. But this time you knew where the pain stemmed from. You just had to fall asleep awkwardly after a night on your phone. And of course today was a work day and you slept past all THREE of your alarms. But you know that feeling when you sleep for a suspiciously long amount of time and something doesn’t feel right? That’s the sixth sense that saved your ass this morning because your internal body clock was like sweetie I think you’re late. 
You only had time to slap on some makeup, hoping it looked semi decent, and throw your greasy hair into a messy, but passable bun because no one wants to see an ugly receptionist. You had to skip your morning Starbucks drive-through routine because you’re about to be LATE, late so you grab your keys and start your car, booking it to work.
You work at a private hybrid clinic which pays a little better than most but that means you also have to deal with a lot of attitude from rich “owners” (you hate that word). And you sat weirdly at work today so that did nOThing to help your back pain. Also how come everybody decided to book an appointment today?? It’s Friday for god's sake why does everyone and their mothers decide it’s time to call the clinic and book a checkup. They get so mad at you when you say this whole month is filled. You can’t change the schedule though?? The calendar’s filled lady either get over it and settle for next month or fuck off (of course you don’t say that out loud cause you’ll get fired). Also someone yelled at you today because they didn’t like the magazine choices in the waiting room.
Anyways your day sucked and you couldn’t be happier being back in your tiny apartment to binge watch netflix stand-up comedies until you collapse. Well you say it’s your apartment but you actually have a roommate. She’s nothing like you though, she’s the epitome of responsibility. You agreed to live with her even though you met her through Craigslist because once you met her in person you deemed her genuine enough, and also found out she’s hardly ever at the apartment but she still pays rent on time?! You really hit the jackpot with her honestly. Cause you can be a little bit messy sometimes but even when she is home she never complains. The only negative side of having her as a roommate is that you never really had time to bond with her cause she’s so busy and over your league that even after a year you two still aren’t anything more than friendly acquaintances.
Alright time to get out of your work clothes and into nothing but your favorite oversized t-shirt with no pants on because that is what you deem home-appropriate attire. But before you turn on netflix your tummy is making “feed me” noises so it’s time to check the fridge. Damn no leftovers. Time to crack open one of those Trader Joe’s frozen meals you have stacked in the freezer. You blindly pick a box. Guess you’re having vegan tikka masala tonight. Not gonna lie though those frozen meals are actually not half bad. Or maybe you’ve been away from good home cooking for so long you’ve become desensitized? Who cares, you’re hungry. Also it’s Friday, so no harm in cracking open a bottle of wine right?
When you’re all settled on the couch with your favorite plush blanket on your legs, a random comedian on tv, and a full tummy, your mind drifts away. It’s Saturday tomorrow and you have the weekends off. Maybe you should do something fun for yourself to make up for the crap you had to deal with today. You text your best friend Karli. You know she’s awake since it’s only 10pm.
You: Hey girl wanna go to the beach or smth tmrw?? <3
Karli: Yaaas ok I don’t work!! What time?
You: and we can walk around all the fancy stores and get coffee from that place we love.
You: hmmm how bout meet there @11??
Karli: Sounds good sweetie want me to pick you up?
You: no its ok ill meet u there i need to buy groceries after
Karli: Kk love ya see you then!!!
You: love ya! night bby
Karli knows that when you say “go to the beach” you really mean walk along the beach and the nearby stores because it’s early June and prime tourist season. That means the sand is packed with people and their kids and the water’s probably filled with pee so you’re not really down for that. Also the expensive shops near the beach are so cute and you love walking around window shopping, pretending like you can actually afford any of the items on display.
The wine is now getting to you cause before you know it you find your eyelids getting heavy. You muster up your last ounce of strength to turn off the tv and force yourself out of the couch cause your poor back doesn’t need another excuse to keep hurting. As much as you don’t want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you have to because you don’t want makeup on your pillowcase tonight. And when you finally crawl into bed you knock out instantly.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Oh fuck…”
You forgot that drunk you last night set an alarm today for 9am. Thank you drunk Y/N. 
Why 9am? Because you need to shower and get ready, plus the beach you’re going to is near the north part of the city, which is also the expensive part of the city, meaning it’s a LONG ways from where you live. But the stores are aesthetically pleasing and it contains both you and Karli’s favorite coffee shop so you’re willing to make the 25 minute drive. Karli doesn’t have to worry though because she lives a lot closer than you do. Girl has got her shit together. Honestly you’re just glad she decided to move back after graduate school cause the long distance friend thing sucks balls.
You hop in the shower and rinse yourself awake. The weather is perfect, warm but not too hot. Unlike many people who prefer to dress up for a nice outing, you’re just the opposite. You’ve been forced to dress in nice business attire with a full face of makeup all week. Hell no are you dressing up on your days off too. It’s a sweatpants and tank top kinda day so that’s exactly what you wear. Ever since college you’ve spoiled yourself into only wearing comfy clothes whenever you have the chance and it’s become a minor problem in your life. You have some perfectly nice jeans in the closet but you haven’t worn them in forever. And you’re not gonna wear them today either. And makeup? Who needs makeup? You’ll just go barefaced since you have no one to impress. Actually just kidding maybe a little concealer just to cover up a few rough spots but that’s IT. You’re still a little self conscious and you know you have to work on that but not today.
It’s now 10:15. You grab your purse from the couch, slip on your favorite pair of slides and head to your car. You’re the kind of person who absolutely needs music when you drive so you quickly start blasting your favorite playlist. Before you know it, you’re pulling up to the beach area. Parking is hard to find on the weekend but your lucky ass managed to squeeze into a street parking spot right as someone pulls out. You lock your car and make the trek to Cozy Coffeehouse, your favorite coffee shop hands down.
Karli is already here and she’s hopping up and down, waving at you. She looks super cute today in her little black dress and fishnets. She’s had the same taste since high school and you’re glad that even a Master’s degree hasn’t stopped her from dressing all punk on her days off. You jog over and give her a quick hug.
“Hey girl look at you!! You’re so cute!” You take in her makeup and you swear if she didn’t go the corporate route she definitely should have been a makeup artist. Her eyeshadow is amazing and you’ll never ever have the blending talent that she has, nor could you ever get your eyeliner to look that sharp.
“Aw thanks! You look comfy though I’m kinda jealous now maybe I should’ve dressed down.” 
“No I love your outfits! Besides, someone has to look nice in this relationship.”
You link arms and march into the cafe. It’s located near the fancy designer stores on a large hill overlooking the beach. When you step inside the whole atmosphere screams ‘cozy’, fitting its name perfectly. The interior is littered with mismatched sofas and armchairs but it somehow still looks aesthetically pleasing. Soft piano jazz is playing through speakers and when you step inside the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans immediately invades your nostrils.
You glance at their pastry display first. Today must be your lucky day because they have tiramisu and you absolutely love tiramisu but it’s usually sold out. No way in hell are you letting this chance slide, fuck breakfast norms you’re definitely getting a bite of that. Unfortunately you’re not a fan of sugary treats on top of sugary drinks so to balance things out you choose to order their house brew.
After you two order, you find a spot in one of the plush armchairs near the window and sit. You really are lucky today since window seats are usually taken. But not this time! You guys get to enjoy the gorgeous scenery displayed before you. The sun is bright, people are laying on the beach tanning, and kids are splashing each other with water. For the first time in awhile, you feel content with life, if only for a bit. 
Before long your orders are called out and you stand up to retrieve them. Once you’re settled, you break into conversation with Karli, eager to catch up on everything that happened since you two last spoke face-to-face. You talk about work, Karli’s boyfriend Sunny, that new pizza place that opened up near your apartment that actually has really shitty pizza.
“Like seriously how do you fuck up pizza that badly?” you exclaim in between generous bites of tiramisu.
“No I get you,” Karli responds, slurping her iced mocha frappuchino, “everybody knows what pizza is supposed to taste like, I mean it’s gotta take talent to actually fuck it up to the level you’re describing girl.”
“Exactly!!” You wave your arms in the air, wanting to physically demonstrate your frustration at the situation and your passion for good pizza.
“Anyways…” Karli gently sets her drink down and takes on a more serious tone. “How are you though, honestly.”
“Hmm, me?” You swallow your last bite of tiramisu, “I’m doing good. Works ok, life’s ok. You know. Everything’s… ok.”
“I get that everything’s ‘ok’ but you know I want you to be more than ok. I want you to be happy”
You see the genuine concern in her eyes. Bless this girl for being so soft-hearted.
She continues, “And when was the last time you dated? Like, what, 2 years ago??”
Of course she has to mention dating. Karli has always been a romantic. You? Not so much. Your brain tended to err on the logical, practical side, which is not always a good idea since it keeps you away from many potential relationships.
“I date!” You scoff, but you’re not convincing anybody, least of all yourself.
“Oh really?” Her eyes widen in mock surprise, “Tinder one night stands don’t count babe. You know what I mean.”
“Well you didn’t specify…” You mumble, trying to come up with any excuse to defend your pride. You know she’s just being a good friend and that she’s asking because she cares about you, so you don’t let her questions irritate you.
“Sweetie I’m not trying to make you feel bad and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s just… you mean a lot to me and you’re my bestie and I just want to see you be happy.” She takes your hand from across the table and looks you in the eyes. “We don’t get to see each other as much as we used to, so when I do I want to check in on how you’re doing.”
Then she averts her eyes, which you find highly suspicious. “Also I may or may not have found someone who I KNOW will be a perfect match for you.”
“AHA I KNEW you were leading up to something!”
“Wait but hear me out. He’s an accountant and at first I was like hmmm is he too boring for Y/N? But then I realized I was judging him by his job and that’s not cool so I talked to him and he’s, like, actually super cute and super sweet and I think you two will get along so well!” She’s speaking very fast at this point, trying to squeeze out as much information as possible before you can interject. Then she finishes with one of her signature Karli smiles, big and wide and all teeth and she knows you can’t say no to that face.
“Dammit. Fine.” You lost this round. “Alright if he wants to meet up I won’t say no. How bout that?”
“Gee that’s so thoughtful of you Y/N.” Her tone is sarcastic but she’s still smiling so you know she means no harm.
After another half hour of conversation, locked in a heated debate about food again (this time she’s defending her stance that pineapple belongs on pizza), Karli’s phone rings. The sound scares the poor girl half to death, and watching her jump a mile from her couch had you snorting into your coffee mid drink.
She looks at the caller ID, muttering under her breath, “It’s Saturday what do they want?” then glances up with a sad little pout, “Sorry Y/N it’s work gimme a sec…”
From what you can hear on her side of the conversation, something has come up and she has to head to the office right away. 
“Ok I’ll be there in fifteen,” she hangs up and gives an exaggerated “Ughhhhh”. She takes one large gulp, finishing the last of her ultra sweet, ultra whipped frappuccino. “It’s like they can’t do anything when I’m not there.” She looks especially apologetic when her eyes land back on you, “I’m so sorry I have to cut this short…”
“Hey it’s ok! Duty calls ya know,” you give her a reassuring grin, hoping it passes for a smile instead of a grimace. You were really hoping to hang out today.
“No it’s not ok. We didn’t even get to walk around today! And I know how much you like to do that.” She stands up, slipping her purse onto her shoulder, “so next time I’ll plan a day where I guarantee I won’t get interrupted. It’s the least I can do.”
“Mk sounds good babe,” you give her a big hug, “Go get ‘em tiger!”
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After she exits the cafe you finish the last bit of your coffee and glance out the window, staring at the people on the beach. Wow it’s really crowded down there today. You zone in on two kids attempting to build a sandcastle, but it’s too close to the water so the waves flatten it in two seconds. But it seems they didn’t learn their lesson because they keep rebuilding the castle in the same spot. Just move it further up little dudes.
You find yourself lost in thought again. Just because Karli’s suddenly busy doesn’t mean you don’t still have a whole day to yourself. You can walk around on your own. Also why not treat yourself to another drink? A fun one this time from their specials menu.
Ten minutes later you find yourself wandering around the various shops, hot hazelnut latte in hand, gazing at display after display of designer clothes and bags. Look, you may not be a huge fashion person, or have any expendable cash, but a girl can still appreciate art, especially when it’s laid out so nicely in front of you. 
Speaking of art, there’s an art gallery coming up that you absolutely love. You’ve always been too afraid to go inside because you’re the type of person who feels obligated to buy something if you enter a local store and you DEFinitely can’t afford anything there. So you opt to loiter outside, like some creep, looking a little too long at the featured art through the window. This time it’s an Impressionist style painting of a ship on hazy waters with a sunset in the background. You’re no artist but you can appreciate good quality work when you see it. The piece is mesmerizing and serene, transfixing you to the spot. Before you know it, you’ve been staring for 15 whole minutes.
While admiring the artist’s use of color on the display piece, you overhear a lady raising her voice not too far away, snapping you out of your trance. It sounds like drama, so being the nosy bitch that you are, you’re definitely gonna check it out, if only to satisfy your curiosity.
“What do you mean ‘no’?! You’ll be perfect for each other!! Where’s your owner I bet he’ll listen!” At this point the lady’s voice is sounding downright aggressive.
As you shuffle closer to the scene of the noise, you spot a middle-aged, blonde lady pointing her finger at two hybrid men, almost jabbing one of them in the chest with her sharp, ruby nails. Behind her stands a gorgeous female arctic fox hybrid who clearly belongs to her as she pats her owner’s shoulders, trying to calm her down.
“I’m sorry miss but we just aren’t interested.” The taller of the two hybrids with orange hair speaks up, gently pushing the lady’s hands away. “Please leave us alone.” He’s being surprisingly calm, even after getting yelled at in public.
“Yeah lady get out of our faces,” the other white and grey haired hybrid is definitely more agitated, crossing his arms as he huffs in annoyance. You don’t blame him since the blonde lady is being ridiculously rude.
You can’t really make out the two males’ faces, since they’re turned away from you, but they are obviously hybrids. Both having incredibly bushy, soft-looking tails and tall, pointy ears sticking out of their heads.
Even if you can’t see their expressions, you can tell they’re uncomfortable with the harassment. Since you’re still somewhat unaware of the context, you stay out of the argument but decide to keep an eye on the situation in case the lady steps out of line. You’re just slightly around the corner, able to stay a safe distance away so that no one, especially the lady, can catch you eavesdropping. Pretending to admire the Gucci purses displayed in front of the shop you’re now standing at, and almost choking at the price, you cautiously side-eye blondie as she refuses to back down from the hybrid boys.
“Listen here you rude little pets, I’m not leaving you alone until I see your owner. My Sylvia here,” she gestures to the fox hybrid behind her, “would make a perfect partner for you.” She pokes the orange haired hybrid again, “I’ve been searching so long for her to find a mate and I’m not giving you up! Now where the hell is your owner!”
What the fuck?! How dare this lady talk to them like that? And in public no less! You now know exactly why she’s yelling at them. Working at a private hybrid clinic has opened your eyes to the harsh world of hybrids, and their selfish, rich owners. It’s not uncommon for owners to negotiate with each other and breed their hybrids. If two pretty hybrids mate, their children can be sold for loads of money. It's cruel and disgusting, with many of the children sold off before they can even get to know their parents. You’re all too familiar with this tradition, often catching owners in the waiting room of your clinic discussing in whispers about buying and selling hybrid children as if they’re livestock.
“Hey what the fuck did you call us?!” The white and grey hybrid is now also raising his voice. “Listen you wrinkly bi…!” He is quickly silenced by the orange hybrid, who abruptly clamps his hand over his buddy’s mouth.
Orange hair clears his throat. “What he means is, we don’t appreciate the tone you’re using with us. Please leave us alone ma’am. We’ll be on our way. Goodbye.” They attempt to brush past her.
“Hey hold on a minute! I’m not done with you!!” This lady even has the balls to grab onto orange hair’s arm. “I demand to speak to your owner!” Then some sort of realization dawns upon her because her eyes go wide, then quickly narrow. “And where are your collars? Aren’t owned hybrids supposed to have collars on? You know I just might have to call Hybrid Services.” 
You can see the boys visibly tense at her words as she sports a satisfied smirk. Poor Sylvia is now gently tugging on her shirt. “Please calm down, miss…” she says desperately trying to remedy the situation.
Before you know it, and without any plan of action, you round the corner and march up to the boys, standing defensively in front of them.
“Um…” You gulp, then clear your throat, speaking in what you hope is a more confident tone. “Sorry I took so long guys! You wouldn’t believe the line at the coffee shop!”
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ittybitty-enby · 3 years
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So. I might as well talk about Hell Co.
it's just mostly about the question of if hell got modernized, which led to the idea of the stop of eternal suffering in a physical sense and more of a mental sense?
I’m going to ramble... a lot.
People who died and get sent to hell are reformed into either 1 of 7 types of demons depending on their major sin committed. and with this, they basically live another life in hell instead of being stuck in endless torture and burning.
They have a chance to reform themselves this way, but also living a life they'd like... but life is a whole ass rollercoaster of horror. They are mentally tortured by their past sins and mistakes and are encouraged to learn through them OR if the choose to ignore their past mistakes, they will most likely relive them in this life which leads to more suffering.
When a mortal dies, their soul/conscious looses it’s bond with their physical form. the soul naturally descends downwards, towards the underworld but to speed up the journey there is a system of transparent pipes/tubes to swiftly bring them down to hell where they’ll either be transformed into a demon or sent upwards.
You may think mortal souls are also turned into Angels if brought up above but Heaven Inc. will take the souls and recycle them for new use! Angels within Heaven do exist, but they only look human!... part of the time. Heaven Inc. creates new life from these souls 24/7... but this story doesn’t really involve G-d’s work much.
Back within our beloved Hell, there are 6 districts for each sin except wrath, which is only represented by the large office tower within the middle of the city. each species of demon isn't confined to their sin's district so they can be wherever they'd like, or even move to another district if they want to.
The demons that look over these districts and hell itself are The Vices, the 7 that represents each of the deadly sins. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Sloth, Pride, and Wrath. Each have their own unique powers and way of affecting mortal demons around them.
They’re all semi-immortal, not being able to die from age but needing to create new Vices to transfer their power, or what they call their “soul”, or this “soul” will wear them out. Though it is not similar to a mortal soul at all and it carries no being inside. It is merely a symbol of their power (figuratively and literally) that can be passed onto new vices but with the transfer the older vice will die and the new one will be given life.
and this has gone on for so long... until the last Vices had to do the ritual.
When the New Vices were created, Wrath’s Vice did not appear with the others. After the other Vices nagged at Wrath for awhile, He confessed that he had fallen in love with an imp (her name is Marsha and she’s badass) and had a child with her. He suspects that his “soul” had somewhat transferred to the child and... now they’re considered a Vice.
The other Vices worried about how the child would be and what would become of this whole situation, but had to continue the ritual anyways. The Older Vice of Wrath was left and soon also faded away like his siblings when the child was born. This child was Dominic.
Dominic was raised by his mother, Marsha, who lives with the Vices (The others consider her their mom too) ever since the older Vice of Wrath died. The newer Vices also helped with the raising of Dominic but a majority of them do not know how children work! He was a very curious kid and loved to ask “why” things the way they were but he was never answered to the question of why he was born into the role he is supposed to have.
As he grew, the more pressure was put onto him to do all of these things he was expected to know already. He didn’t want to disappoint his siblings but he was also under so much stress of living up to the expectation of his ancestors, sadly he had no choice in the matter when it came to becoming the Vice of Wrath.
At this point in the story, Dominic has finally been allowed to become The head of Hell Co... but he’s really struggling with all his abilities, responsibilities, and how much Hell is affected by his every decision and action. He wants to explore his options in life and be his own person but he has a lot of obstacles in his way that look like endless steel walls.
Other than Dominic’s personal struggles, Hell Co. is mostly about The Vices’ relationships with one another and the shenanigans they get up to as all-powerful lords of Hell.
Extra little facts:
To the demons, The Vices are considered celebrities, in a sense. There is a lot of mixed emotions about celebrities, because some love them to death while others despise their entire being and hate seeing their faces everywhere, while others are neutral. They can have varying emotions about each Vice but overall... they’re just extremely well known.
Heaven/Hellborns exist and usually work at their designated companies while also having lives of their own.  -Hellborns are like lesser imps. similar to a squirrel but without the fur and a fluffy tail and more snout, flesh, teeth. -Heavenborns are small, humanoid clouds with a singular eye. They float off of the ground, and emit light that can be soft enough to light up a room or strong enough to permanently blind mortal eyes. Despite their small and fragile appearances, both are extremely intelligent and strong. The Vices use Hellborns as body guards while Dominic has a secretary named Debra.
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foxymoxynoona · 3 years
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Okay, imagine this:
I’m sitting on my balcony after dinner, enjoying the summer breeze and Naples’s view of the skyline and the city lights I have from here (I’m trying to set the atmosphere don’t mind me) and they I get THE email about amended. Honestly some candles, rose petals and fireworks and that would have been perfect😂
Alright, onto the chapter:
Where do I even start? This was such an emotional rollercoaster for them (and for me too tbh) and it seems like everything exploded all at once but at the same time it has been building up for a while? I don’t know if that makes sense lol. When sex became an actual thing for them it was already loaded, maybe for different reasons (the reasons being him whipped as hell and her carrying so much trauma around it #AHugForIsabella).
Then the whole pregnancy scare-Lily in a hospital -they unloaded weeks/years of emotions on each other- situation really went downhill.
I’m glad they talked about it with Patricia (that woman is doing God’s work thanks girl) because they MAYBE FINALLY understood what has been happening since the beginning of this story: THEY ARE SAYING THE SAME THINGS BUT DON’T KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE THAT SO THEY JUST FIGHT. Aaaahh the anger and frustration (funny enough, I do the same thing ahah am I a clown?🤡)
And then: smut after 48 chapters
5 chapters later, Bella: I don’t want sex anymore
I’m barely holding on foxy, I could shed a tear
My smutty heart aside, it’s probably (scratch that, *definitely*) for the best. Sex was supposed to break some walls down (and it did) but seems like it complicated a lot of stuff. Bella was already having a hard time despite herself so a break is needed. We, as readers, will get through it for a better outcome 😭❤️
But I’m so happy this chapter ended on a semi-happy note. The hug😢. And when she didn’t let go of him when Ezra arrived😭😭😭. JUST SPEND YOUR FOREVER TOGETHER ALREADY😭😭.
Fuck is this too long? Sorry, I usually cut parts out to not make it boring and long for you to read but this chapter really made me feel a lot of things, as I can only assume happened for you too while writing it. So yeah, let’s share a good author-reader emotional review😂
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NAPLES. Damn, we are living different lives, lol.
"but at the same time it has been building up for a while?"
I appreciate you saying this because I hadn't totally consciously thought of that but you're totally right! Everyone was nervous (and happy!) when they started having sex. It's been like several chapters of seeing everyone get nervous because it felt like things were sort of piling up and now... ta da! They exploded. I think that's exactly why this felt so important to include. It had to actually break to rebuild. And the big difference is that what they're building now no longer looks like the contract they initially agreed to at all...
The smartest thing Patricia is doing is forcing them to STOP and listen to each other. They both do so much projecting and assuming. It's probably the drawback of being so familiar with each other, but things have changed too much for them to actually claim to know everything about each other. They need to slooooow down!
We will all miss the sex but... we'll see how long it lasts! ;)
This was not too long! I loved reading your thoughts, even though I'm not sitting on a balcony in Naples.
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alright everyone guess who missed the premiere of nielciceiregamusic’s i am become christmas ep? yeah call me a fake fan all you want here’s my liveblog one day late.
-say it aint so? megalovania? and oh there's semi-charmed life. prelude to mashups indeed
-christmas will be soon is pitched up. i am immediately apprehensive
-i'm having a hard time getting the chat replay up which is a shame i like seeing if niel had anything to say
-yup. that one's not a surprise in the slightest. personally i think it'd be strange if snow halation didn't show up at some point. the title kinda gave it away as well
-if you're reading this & you're a nielciceiregamusic fan can you send me a link to the discord server btw i don't think the ones from the older premieres work any more
-this mashup works about as well as i'd expect any snow halation mashup to work. i know my SiIvagunner and yeah. don't think christmas will be soon is a solid 4:20 or however much though so i'm curious how that'll work out
-doubling up on the chorus for a finale is a good as a move as any. nothing objectionable so far but that doesn't mean i'm not mildly afraid of what might come next
-that title (hopefully) tells me everything i need to know about this one. a christmas song.
-oh goodness i can already tell it's the wrong key. you're doing a god's work niel
-oooh. oh good lord that harmony. demonic. and the high pitched bits? damn i didn't know niel had connections to alvin & the chipmunks
-truly, this is the mouth dreams of sex
-oh god oh f- she's coming for me
-i really like the more silly & dynamic they're taking here. the demonic harmonies & falsetto bits are unique sure, but are bringing a new type of character to the rip. i hope this shows a new direction the channel's taking because it seems like a good one to me
-SAD? HAPPY? EPIC NEIL CICIEREGA/NIEL CICEIREGA MASHUP?
-no this. how in god's name did i not see this coming. it's not get happy from mouth dreams at least. vibes are almost identical though
-well. no i think it's more of a the end/rollercoaster deal. or another one that's got a hella simplistic instrumental & more detailed vocal part. god i should relisten to mouth sounds sometime
-the keys don't match perfectly but this works surprisingly well. a nielciceiregamusic pleasant surprise is always the best kind of pleasant surprise
-it's incredibly easy to forget how short i am become christmas is but here comes the final song. i already know this one's title & probably the joke but everyone knows that's nothing in the face of niel ciceirega. i fully expect to get my head chopped off for me
-i forget whether niel follows the SiIva rule of absolutely decimating the integrity of slam rips but. i've heard 5 seconds of cryptoslamta & i think it doesn't matter
-wait. wait a minute i need to check something pause the ep i need to goddam check something am i an idiot. am i dense
-cryptosanta's in fcuking 5/4 time for many of the verses. then there's a 6/4 measure into the 4/4 chorus and then that breakdown bit that's in 6/4 i think and then 4/4 til the end. i'm an idiot i've listened to this song god knows how many times i've noticed the slighty funky time signature how did i not notice it's in 5/4 it's the most obvous thing in the world it's counted out in the vocals what the hell. and how in the got damn hell is niel going to combine that with goddam space jam.
-and of course they have to put semi-charmed life & megalovania don't they. prelude to mashups. reusing a letmotif. obligatory. my only question is when is say it ain't so going to
-right as i typed that is the answer
-i can't think of anything more to say. i've been drained. and am slowly being filled with threefold niel mashups. good morning world
-hannukah was over last friday so i hope everyone who celebrated it had a fulfilling time and to those of you sick & tired of christmas i wish pleasant & healthy weather upon you all
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redheadkittys · 4 years
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✨get to know us better tag✨
...so i was tagged (ages ago😂) from @oceanlipgloss (thank you so much 😘 and i am very sorry to be this late)...
what do you prefer to be called name wise?
friends started to call me kitty as a nickname and that's absolutely okay for me
when is your birthday?
september 11th
where do you live?
germany
three things you're doing right now?
lie in bed, enjoying my first cup of coffee and reading some mangas
four fandoms that have your peak interest right now?
i can't speak for fandoms bc i love too many different things (it's like i'm a multifan 😆) but i always will love otome, mangas, animes (especially sport ones like haikyuu)...😏hey my blog doesn't called redheadkittys otaku room for nothing😂😂😂
how has the pandemic been treating you?
it wasn't bad for me, as a semi-introvert it wasn't really a problem not to go outside bc😁i had more time to play games (it was like paradise 🙈) and i could work from home, so i can't really say that it was treatening for me...the only thing i didn't liked was that i couldn't see my brothers and friends but luckily we're in a time with better technology so we skyped
a song you can't stop listing right now?
it's an song from alan sorrenti called figli delle stelle (it's from the 70s but it has a lot of memories bc my mom liked it very much and when i was younger she heard it a lot at home, she's gone now exactly for a year i think that's why i'm a bit sentimental)
recommend a movie?
one of my all time favs is the duelist (or hyeongsa from 2005), it's an korean movie but the fight scenes between the two protagonists is like they making love😏 and i think that's absolutely stunning
how old are you?
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 i don't wanna say it🙈 but how about taking a guess yourself my dears (yep that's exactly how i look right from my bed😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂)
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school, university, occupation, others?
i've learned pharmaceutical assistant but since almost 10y i work as a chief secretary in a little company
do you prefer heat or cold?
i love the summer, everything under 20degree is too cold for me😂(i really hate cold hand and feet)
name one fact about you others may find unusual?
i can switch between my professional personality and the personality i am in privacy, my workplace is even in this era determined by men you must be strong to get through them so at work i am very dominant (sometimes i don't like it but with that kind of job i have to be able to assert myself, it was hard when i started this job but with time i found out how to get the respect of the men and today i am one of them and that makes me really proud)
are you shy?
🙈 that's a question 🙈...okay no when i do things for friends or at work buuuut absolutely yes when it comes for myself especially when i like a guy (there are times i can't even look my li in the eyes without blushing like hell)
what is your favorite dere type?
i think that would be a mix of: kuudere/tsundere/mayadere/hinedere (the order is deciding)
rate your life from 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best it could be?!?
at the moment i am at a good 8 (and i enjoy it bc we all know that life can be a fuqing rollercoaster ride)
what is your main blog?
this one even tumblr don't let me delete my first main blog bc when i do my otome (side)blog redheadkittys will be deleted too and that's a thing i don't want, so if you see redheadkitty11 that's me too!!!
list your side blog(s) and what they're used for?
in my case it's the other way around, my side blog redheadkittys is now my main blog and my main blog redheadkitty11 is my closed sideblog, you can find on my old blog: kpop/kactors
is there anything ppl need to know about you before becoming friends with you?
how should i explain my motto🤔...for me it doesn't matter who you love, from which country you are, which religion you have or skincolor bc i think we all are only humans and we should be respectful to each other but if you a racist/homophob/hater/misogynist you don't even need your breath to talk to me...so i think it's easy to be friends with me😁
...i tag: @hifftn @voltage-vixen @otonymous @ieyasuwu @vespeshadowmoon @ikesensrandomninjagirl24 @lxvescramble @shrimpalompa-reblogs @ieyasukenshinsandwich @yukihime03 @akechilisa and everyone who wants to do it 😘
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mitchsmarners · 4 years
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SEMI CHARMED LIFE | CHAPTER FOURTEEN| 3.7K | TEEN
“You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”
Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”
[or: the adult!losers reunion, done 2000s sit-com style, just like we all deserve.]
PREVIOUSLY ON SEMI CHARMED LIFE: CUTEST COUPLE. Richie traced his hands over the words, smiling softly as he took in the appearance of himself and Beverly Marsh at fifteen. Hair that hadn’t been tamed on either part, paisley patterns and braces on Richie’s teeth. Himself looking like the best thing that could ever happen to him was standing there with Beverly Marsh in his arms, having their picture taken for their high school yearbook. | “I think… I think you, Richie Tozier, are the only good guy I’ve ever dated.” Richie looked down at her with a bemused smile. “Beverly, aren’t you married?” |  Richie, it’s been ten years, man. I’ll regret what I did to you every day for the rest of my life but I’d really like to move past this. You were my best friend for fifteen years before that, and I... I’ve always missed you.” “You know….” Richie shook his head and frowned. “I thought I was past this, I thought I was easily eight years past what you did. But now I’m here, looking at you and having to listen to you go on about what a great experience you had at school and how in love you are and I…. I want to be happy for you, Stanley, but I can’t. Because you stepped on me to get it.” | “Wow…” Eddie chuckled slowly.  “You’ve got some      serious    issues, Beverly Marsh. Get the fuck out of here.”
Author’s note/Warnings: A vague mention of a suicide attempt mentioned in this chapter!
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Beverly hugged Richie’s sweater tighter around herself and settled on the subway bench. She’d lied to Ben, after everything at the Kaspbraks’. Promised she had a place to stay, somewhere to go that wasn’t work. And Ben, bless him… Ben had believed her. People needed to stop taking her at face value, because she somehow now managed to lie without flinching. She didn’t know when she became this person, but she knew that a younger version of herself would be disgusted by it. Maybe this version of her was disgusted, too. 
Beverly leaned onto her side and curled up, jacket still tightly around her. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she must have because next time Beverly opened her eyes, a teenage Richie Tozier was sitting on the bench beside her head. 
“SHIT!” Beverly cried, scrambling to sit up. Richie smiled at her, braced-faced and acne covered. Curls completely fly away and nose covered in freckles. Fifteen years old, maybe sixteen. But he sure as hell didn’t match Beverly’s twenty eight years. “Fuck, I’m loosing it.” 
“We can agree on that,” Richie said, grinning childishly at her. “What the hell are you doing, Beverly? Come on.” 
Beverly let out a shaky breath. “Okay, is there like… acid in the air? Or something.”
“I think you have to physically take acid,” Richie said, crinkling up his nose. “But I don’t really know. But I can promise you that you’re not on any drugs or anything weirder than it seems.”
“So I’m just crazy.”
“No crazier than you’ve always been.” Richie said, bouncing up to his feet and holding a hand out to her. “I’m here to help you, Bev. Help you get your shit together before you ruin everything for good.”
“I’ve already ruined everything for good.” Beverly said, refusing to accept the hand that Richie was holding out to her. “Eddie hates me, you hate me… I cheated on husband, and I ruined things with Ben, and I… I’m living on a subway bench! I’ve hit rock fucking bottom. 
“We all hit rock bottom at some point.” Richie said, words too wise for his young-again face. “That doesn’t mean your life is over, or that you can never crawl back up. It just means you need to look back and figure out where shit went batty.”
Beverly exhaled hard, and grabbed Richie’s hand. There was a pull in her gut, like she’d started the drop off a huge rollercoaster. She squeezed her eyes shut to swallow back the rush of  nausea and when she opened them, she was standing in much too familiar living room. One she hadn’t seen in over a decade, but she suddenly recognized without a doubt. She sighed, the sight of herself and even younger Richie sitting on the white couch not far from where she was now standing. 
“Oh my God,” Beverly groaned, rolling her eyes. “You guys really just let me walk around dressed like that?”
The Richie by her side chuckled and knocked at Beverly with his elbow. “You looked beautiful. You always looked beautiful, but something about this night… You know.”
“Yeah.” Beverly whispered. She turned to Richie and swallowed roughly. “Why did you bring me here, Richie? I know what happens.”
“No, you don’t.” Richie said with a shrug. “And that’s your problem. You think you know, but you don’t. All you know is what you remember happening to you. But there’s always something else going on around you, but you don’t see.”
Beverly looked back at the couch, taking in the sight of her teenage self and Richie sitting pressed together on Greta Keene’s fancy couch. Teenage Beverly ran her fingers through Richie’s curls, leaning close enough that she was half on his lap. It was the moment of something, Beverly remembered this night. Before this, before Richie in those ugly yellow shorts and too much alcohol in both their systems, Beverly had never considered Richie as anything more than her annoying Trashmouth friend. After this night, he was her boyfriend… for a long time. Her first heartbreak. 
“So, what am I missing here?” Beverly asked, watching Richie lean in closer to herself and knock their noses together. 
“Eddie.” Richie said simply, looking over his shoulder. Beverly followed his gaze, seeing a tiny, 14 year old Eddie Kaspbrak leaning against the wall of the living room. He was making a show of talking to Bill, but Eddie could see where Eddie’s eye line was. Where it followed to. A weird sense of guilt fell into her stomach.
“That whole time?” Beverly asked Richie, unable to take her eyes off of Eddie. Eddie, with perfectly styled hair, and polo shirts. Tube socks, and fanny pants. This Eddie barely looked a day older than the day than the day Beverly had befriended. She loved him so fucking much. 
Richie made a clicking sound with his tongue. “You doubt it? After everything, you’d think you’d have accepted that Eddie and I belong together.”
“I don’t…” Beverly sighed. “I just didn’t think it went that far back. I never thought…”
“You had no reason to.” Richie said. “Let yourself off that hook before you put yourself on it. You aren’t a bad person for dating somebody that somebody else- especially if you didn’t know.”
“I can’t decide if I should feel guilty for dating somebody my friend liked or…” Beverly sighed. “Pissed that one of my friends liked my boyfriend.”
Teenage Eddie suddenly thumbled with his drink, the solo cup dropped to the ground. Eddie stammered out some sort of apology to Bill then booked from the house. Beverly whipped around quickly, seeing now that she and Richie were finally kissing. 
“Well.” Richie cleared his throat. “You know what happens next here. Do you want to see what happened outside?”
“No.” Beverly meekly, but they were older outside.
Eddie gripped at a tree in the yard, heaving for a second before vomiting. He collapsed against the trunk, hugging himself to it, breaking into loud and messy sobs. Beverly pressed her hand over her mouth, wanting to look away but finding herself unable to do so. 
“Horrible.” Richie said, devote of any emotion. 
“We’re just gonna… stand here and watch him?” Beverly gasped. “Can we… help him? Richie!”
Richie smiled. “This was almost fifteen years ago, Beverly. You can’t jump in change anything. It’s already been done.”
“Then why are you showing me this?” Beverly cried. “Are you trying to make me feel guilty for dating you? Because Eddie liked you? Well, I don’t! I’m sorry he was hurting, but that’s my fault. I didn’t even know.”
“I didn’t know, either.” Richie said. “That’s not on us, Beverly, it’s not. Nobody blames you, not me, not Eddie. But this stuff you need to know. But you don’t understand.”
“What the fuck is this? A fucking Christmas carol?” Beverly snapped. 
“Yeah.” Richie laughed. “Just call me Ghost of Boyfriend Past.”
“As long as you’re the only one.” Beverly grumbled, turning away from Eddie’s sobbing form. “That’s pretty much all I can handle.”
Richie scoffed, with a sharp shake of his head. “Who else would it be? Ben? Big Bill? Boring.”
“Richie, I’m literally married and-” Beverly was cut off by Richie waving his hands in her face. She glowered at him, arms crossed angrily. 
Richie wrapped his hands around her wrist, with another shake of his head. “We don’t have time for all that.” He said. “There’s too much to do, too much to see.”
Beverly barely had time to react to anything before she found herself no longer standing outside Greta’s house, but sitting in the back bench seat of Richie’s shitty old beat up truck. They were sitting out by the old abandoned railroad tracks. Trains had long stopped coming out there, even since the boy had been killed out in Castle Rock, they’d been slowing the travel through smaller towns. 
This wasn’t just a regular hang out, smoke, maybe fool around like the usual “sitting in Richie’s truck at the railroad” and Beverly knew it immediately. Could feel the tension in the air. Could see how Richie was pressed right up against the truck window, sitting as far as away from Beverly as he could in the small space.
“Why are we here?” Beverly whispered, though she knew that their younger selves couldn’t hear her speaking. “I remember what happened. I was there.”
“You remember what you wanted to think happened.” Richie said back. “I told you. You don’t really know anything.”
“That’s rude.” Beverly snapped. She wondered if it was acceptable to punch a hallucination of a sixteen year old, or if it was still frowned upon morally. “I don’t know what this has to do with Eddie. He wasn’t even here.”
“This isn’t about Eddie.” Richie said. “None of this about one thing. It’s about you, about me, about Eddie… Bill. It’s about everything that happened that made your situation like this, Bev.”
Beverly felt her face burn. “You know about the stuff with Bill?” 
“Objectively, I know everything that has ever been and ever will be.” Richie said, stroking a long invisible beard. Beverly rolled her eyes. “But if you’re asking me if your Richie knew about you and Bill, then yes. I knew the whole time.”
Beverly looked down at her hands, but Richie pulled her chin back up to look at younger version of herself.
“I’m sorry,” young Richie was saying to her, hands tight around the steering wheel. He was staring out the windshield and Beverly remembered the feeling in her gut when Richie refused to look at her all too well. “I just… I’m confused. I have a lot of shit I need to figure out.”
“I don’t understand.” Young Beverly said, and she hated hearing the broken cracks in her voice. She wasn’t sure what kind of cosmic joke was forcing her to physically relive her first heart break, but she wanted to destroy it with her bare hands. “We were fine yesterday! Things were good, I thought-”
“I’m sorry.” Young Richie said again, eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t explain it right now, I don’t know how. I just need this to be over right now. I love you, Beverly, but I can’t do this.” 
Beverly could see her younger self pressing her hands to her mouth to keep from crying, and she thought she could feel what that Beverly was feeling. The swirling of her stomach and the clenching of her heart. The feeling of looking at the person she thought she was in love with, and seeing somebody she didn’t know. Couldn’t understand anymore. 
She watched herself grab at the handle of the truck and tumble off, taking off at a run into the night. Richie called after her weakly, once, then leaned over to close the truck door and crash his forehead against the steering wheel. 
Beverly and her Younger Richie were suddenly standing outside the truck, and she was watching herself run down the streets. On a reflex she started to run after herself, but Richie appeared in front of her and caught her once again. “That’s where we’re going next.”
“Why do you get to decide where we go?” Beverly cried. “You’re not real!”
“I’m as real as any of this.” Richie said roughly, though he let Beverly go and stepped back. He crossed his arms over his chest, and suddenly looked so young and so real that Beverly’s breath caught and her palms began to sweat. She’d lost her fucking mind, it was official. She couldn’t even control her own halluications. 
“Stop.” Richie rolled her eyes. “I’m not a dream, or a fucking hallucation.” 
Beverly blinked, and sighed heavily. “Then what the fuck are you? Because this… this doesn’t make any sense and I don’t want to be here!”
“Well, you can’t leave until you see everything.” Richie said, voice cold and detached. It didn’t even sound like the voice of a human anymore. “And you still don’t get it.”
“I get it, okay?” Beverly cried. “Richie was in love with Eddie the whole damn time, I was some sort of gay cover. Fuck him. What the fuck ever. Let me go back to-”
“To your subway bench?” Richie sneered. “If I wanted to show you how much Richie and Eddie love each other, I could do that.” 
Beverly thought she was maybe going to get whiplash as the world flashed around her while they stood in the same spot.
Eddie and Richie carrying boxes into a tiny apartment. Eddie and Richie sitting on swings in the Derry, snow in their hair. Eddie dropping down onto one knee at a tiny coffee shop. Them bringing boxes into the house they lived in now. Eddie picking up a small bundle of pink blankets in the hospital. Richie climbing in a crib to soothe a crying Frankie…
“Or I could show you the real truth.” Richie said simply, as the scenes began to change. 
Eddie walking out of Richie’s bedroom, hands pressed over his face while tears were still visible under them. Eddie and Richie standing in the middle of the road, rain pouring down on them, screaming at each other. Richie sitting in a dark living room, staring at nothing, while Eddie cried on his knees in front of him. Eddie holding Richie’s hand in a speeding ambulance, them hugging in a hospital room, packed suitcase on the bed behind them- 
They were standing in the hallway of Derry High School when Beverly’s head stopped spinning. They stood in front of their lockers, Beverly having a casual conversation with Bill and Eddie when Richie made his way down the hallway, carrying a cardboard box. He ignored his friends greetings as he yanked his locker open and started throwing his belongings into the box. 
“No.” Beverly said softly, mouthing curling up in disgust and stomach bubbling. “I don’t want to see this again. Richie, I don’t-”
“It doesn’t matter.” Richie said quietly, eyes stuck on the scene unfolding in front of them.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, and Beverly could hear the panic in his voice. She had been able to hear it back then, in the real moment, too. 
“Apparently I cheated on the SATs.” Richie said, not taking his face away from his locker. Not looking at anything he threw into the box. “They expelled me.”
Beverly’s stomach dropped to her feet, and she remembered feeling the exact same sensation in the moment as well.
“What?” She’d cried. “That’s such bullshit, Richie! You’re the best student in our year, why the fuck would you cheat on the SATs? You don’t need to.”
“You have to fight this.” Eddie said pleaded, and Beverly saw something in him this time. Something that she hadn’t noticed in real time. The way Eddie trembled when he reached for Richie, the way his entire face seemed to collapse when Richie jerked away from him. 
“You were together then.” Beverly said, not a question.
“Yeah.” Her Richie answered anyway. 
“They have a witness.” Then Richie said coldly. He closed the now empty locker and removed his lock. “Somebody said they saw me, or some shit. It’s over. It’s done.”
“Rich-Rich-eRichie.” Bill stammered, but Richie waved him off. 
“It’s fine.” Then Richie said. “I’ll see you guys around.” 
Eddie took off after him as Richie walked from the school, books and locker decorations all in a box. Beverly knew before it happened that they were going to outside standing with them. Richie had almost made it to Maggie’s waiting car, when Eddie caught up to him. 
“Richie, Richie, wait, please.” Eddie pleaded, only wheezing for a moment. Richie placed his little box into the back seat and turned around slightly. The open, vulnerable pain on his face was something Beverly had never seen before on the teen. “Please, we can still fight it, we can-”
“No, we can’t.” Richie cried, voice breaking. “I’m not graduating, I’m not going to UCLA or NYU or anywhere we applied. I can’t, they’ve made up their minds. It’s fucking over, Eddie.” 
Eddie jerked back as though Richie had slapped him, and the words rang in Beverly’s brain. Eddie’s shoulders hunched up higher towards his ears, and he swayed slightly on the spot. “What’s over, Richie?”
Richie glanced around at the amount of students wandering around the front of the school, students who were looking, students who could hear. He turned back to Eddie with a look that Beverly couldn’t really describe but could feel like a punch to the gut. 
Eddie stared after him with his mouth dropped open as Richie climbed into the front seat of his mother’s car and pulled out of the parking lot. 
“God.” Beverly breathed out and rubbed a hand over her face. “That’s so…” She shook her head. “What’s next you’re going to make me live through? What? What else do you need? You want me to feel bad for Eddie, I do! Okay, I do! What sort of terrible awful memories do you have lined up for me? Eddie’s dad dying, everytime Henry Bowers abused one of us?”
Another flash. A dark park, Richie on his back, Patrick Hockstetter on top of him. Stanley Uris behind them, baseball bat in the hand, swinging-
Beverly gagged, spinning around and clapping her hands over her mouth. The scene changed again, her standing in her own childhood bedroom. Mike Hanlon laying across the bed with her, Stan sitting straight backed in her desk seat.
“I cheated off Richie on the SATs,” Stan said in a empty voice, sounding perfectly rehearsed. Beverly remembered the chill that ripped through her body at Stan’s words, and her arms broken into goosebumps just hearing it again. “They called me into the office about it, and I… I told them he cheated off me. That I’d saw him, but I didn’t want to get him in trouble. 
Stan and Richie in diapers, bathtub running behind them while Maggie crouched down in front of them with a rubber duck in each hand. Richie standing and applauding at Stan’s bar mitzvah. Stan’s baseball colliding with the back of Patrick Hockstetter’s head and and knocking him away from a half conscious Richie. Richie wrapping a towel around bloodied wrists. 
“I don’t know why I did it.” Stan said slowly, Beverly and Mike both staring at him without blinking. “I just knew I couldn’t fail, that I needed to get a good grade and this test was right there and I just did it. I didn’t think we’d get caught, that Richie would never know what I did and then they confronted me and I panicked. I couldn’t get expelled, I couldn’t, so I just-” 
“You don’t have to explain it to us.” Mike interrupted, but Beverly remembered wanting to say things much, much worse to Stan in that moment. “The only person who can forgive you is Richie.”
The scene twisted once again, but Beverly and Richie were now in some sleazy looking New York Club. Beverly wiped at the tears that started to fall down her face. Richie rubbed at her arms. As she pulled her face back, trying to catch her breath, she caught sight of Richie stumbling out the front door into the dark NYC streets. She watched the guy in the leather jacket accept a bill from  his friends and followed after him. “God. What now.”
“Not out there.” Richie said somberly. “We’re not here for me. We’re here for you.”
Beverly turned around and let her eyes fully adjust to the ugly bar lighting, and she suddenly recognized it. Recognized herself, sitting alone at the bar. The man who had given the money to the friend who had followed after Richie noticed her and got up. Beverly realized who he was now. Tom.
“What did that guy do to you, Richie?” Beverly asked, feeling her heart begin to hammer in his chest.
“Not the point, Bev.” Richie said sadly. “This is your story, no matter how connected everything always is.”
Beverly shook her head, watching Tom putting on the charms for her. He didn’t seem nearly as attractive as Beverly remembered him being all those years ago. He just looked like another scumbag in a bar, and Beverly was disappointed in herself for going home with the loser that night. Never mind the path it lead her on.
“Did you ever like him at all?” Richie asked her.
“Did you ever like me at all?” Beverly shot back. Richie raised his brow at her and she sighed. “I thought I did. I wanted to.”
“Yeah.” Richie said, giving her a soft smile. “Me too.”
Beverly gave him a smile back. “I know that it wasn’t meant to be and Richie. I didn’t even think so when I threw that shit in Eddie’s face. It was some stupid defensive bullshit and I never meant those things to him for a second, I just didn’t know how to take them back or make anything better.”
Richie shrugged one shoulder, eyes still stuck on Beverly’s husband. “So, what are you going to do now? When you go back to the real life? You have a husband waiting for you, a nice round of apologies to make…”
“I don’t know.” Beverly breathed out. “I could go back to Tom, I should. I need a place to live and we’re married and he loves me. I thought I loved him once, I could do it again. What other options do I have, really?”
 Standing outside Derry Middle School, a completely unsigned yearbook in her hands. Ben slipped a A Derry postcard with a poem into her book bag. A slow dance in the school gym at senior prom. Drinking in a Derry hotel room. Kissing in front of beautiful, empty houses. 
“Okay.” Beverly rolled her eyes. “That one was a little unnecessary.” 
“Was it?” Richie challenged with a grin. Beverly opened her mouth to respond, but suddenly found herself opening her eyes on a subway bench. She sat up, and pulled the sweater tighter around her. She found suddenly that it didn’t smell like Richie anymore. 
She took her time walking through the streets of NYC before reaching her designation. She buzzed into the building.
“Hello?” The groggy voice on the outside side answered.
“Hey, it’s me.” She said through a voice crack. “Can I come up?”
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irishtowriteabook · 4 years
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-Growing Pains- Part 1
🌸Summary; A throughly inebriated David blurts out some hidden feelings towards his best friend, turned carer, one faithful night. Nothing too major (not yet anyways) but it turns out seeing Natalie so openly affectionate with everyone who isn’t him has been getting him down!
Request; “Hey 👋💛 Can i have some more jealous Dave (or Natalie) please? *plot details and ideas that I won’t put in as this intro is lengthy as is*
I decided to change it up slightly as I know I love jealous fics but it can get too much! This is a two parter! Enjoy! Hope I did it justice
The blustering wind caused her (now loosely) curled hair to whip against her cheeks; a force to be reckoned with. Seriously, shit hurt. Natalie WOULD have rolled up the window. If the rolling up mechanism contraption thing worked, that is.
“Skype call with Ian, sponsored ad stories for boohoo, accountant meeting-“ A groan interrupted Natalie’s train of thought. “-And looking after a drunk David.”
Drunk as a skunk, Lorraine had said. I only had a Coke, David had said.
Natalie closed off her note-penning app with a swipe of her manicured finger and sighed. She looked down at a splayed out David. He took up most of the already cosy backseat with her lanky, wrangled limbs. His inebriated self held no hesitance in plopping his head down on her lap either.
David shuffled closer to her thighs, wanting to get closer to the radiating heat and bundling up her short black dress in the process.
“Quit it.” Natalie murmured. ‘I’d like to preserve what little dignity I have left after this night.’
“Natalieee..” David whined, his bleary eyes meeting hers. “I want to get off this rollercoaster. Like right now.” His words were punctuated with sighs as he voice wavered even more. The Uber driver seemed to no longer need to live vicariously through the Fast & Furious movies and instead made his dreams a reality. The car jostled harshly as he sped over speedbumps. At least Natalie THOUGHT they were speedbumps.
The neon green signage of an upcoming 711 loomed in the near distance amongst throngs of other partygoers. Natalie seriously considered asking Javi to stop for a few minutes tops for some painkillers but she was already in his bad books over making him wait.
“Fuck, my head.” David all but whispered tugging his denim jacket closer around him. Natalie froze, about as solid as Jeff’s abdomen, as David took hold of her hand and placed it upon his head. His dazed eyes couldn’t help but blink to a close as Natalie pressed the palm of her hand against his ‘throbbing’ forehead.
“This is what you get for being a dumbass around pineapple vodka floats!” Natalie quipped but her voice lacked edge in favour of a rarer softer tone. She settled her own head against the window.
Traffic lights, red ones that Javi drove through, green that Javi sped through and yellow that Javi cursed through, shone in through the tinted grass. It created various subdued hues that enveloped the pair- shit another pothole.
Natalie couldn’t help it. Her fingers mindlessly combed through David’s perspiration ridden but still majorly fluffy hair. His bottom lip jotted out. He smiled smalley up at her. She gazed down at him fondly but still kept a wary eye on the meter. She rarely Bought credit cards or much paper money with her on nights out. Nights out were usually regarded as “David needs blog content like right now” pseudos. Besides they only drank really, not gone rockclimbing. Except for that one ti-
“Why’d you stop?” Dave pouted and in his drunken stupor tried to again find her hand. He latched confidently onto her seatbelt.
The impatient stare from Javi in the mirror spurred Natalie on. She gathered her belongings at a faster rate.
“We’re home Dave” She explained quickly but his head wouldn’t budge a singular inch from her lap. Stubborn as always.
“Can’t we drive around- hey Mr Taxi Man can’t we drive around the block again? Just one more time, deadass.” David slurred out.
“Other clientele. Vamos.” Javi dismisses them courtly with a wave of his hand.
“You suck.” grunted David, matter of factly. Natalie mumbled hasty apologies under her breath and he wrenched the payment from her outstretched palm. No change? Alrighty then. Dickhead.
Lugging a floppy David into the house and onto the couch proved to be a hefty task. His eye foot coordination was 10x worse drunk than him sober.
“Whew! I used arm muscles I didn’t even know I had. I might just leave your ass and become a body builder one of these days.” Natalie glanced down at the sprawled out 23 year old.
David’s face suddenly morphed into the most downcast of expressions and Natalie felt compelled to kneel down beside him on the cool flooring. Her face embodied all that is confusion.
“No. Don’t ever leave me, please?” David frowned. Natalie damn near melted, she won’t lie, as he rested his hand on her forearm that was resting on the cushion. He looked up at her with his big brown eyes, waiting (im)patiently for her reply.
“Hey, hey, hey! It was only a joke, you dork!”
At her words David’s mood switched to the polar opposite, a complete 180°. His signature cheesy grin blossomed on his face once more albeit sleepily.
“Okay. Thanks!” He whooped softly. Natalie let out a breathy laugh before flopping down beside David on the couch, said David being totally entranced in his hands. She couldn’t blame him.
With a flick of the wrist (and the various remotes) the television and electric fireplace switched to life. Basking in the warmth and comfortable silence with the lack of interruptions or others surrounding them was different. A good different!
It was a welcome change to the usual deafening music and hard-to-keep-up-with conversations. Natalie was sure the neighbours agreed with her stance too. Hell even the sound of fake nails scratching down a blackboard was better than- Natalie shivered.
She half tuned into the news broadcasting stations as they relayed info on rallies and the like but David’s murmurs took her attention soon after.
“I wish I was Zane, man” He said drowsily. He clutched a nearby blanket to his chest as Natalie looked on.
“Hmm? Why’s that?” Natalie pondered as she riddled with the remote, twirling it around her fingers. “Because I dont! I can’t handle Zane usually, nevermind a Zane 2.0.” She laughed good-naturedly. However her hearty laughter soon dimmed as she heard David’s pathetic attempt at a fake chuckle. Something Liza could never do, but we shan’t get into right now.
“But you love Zane!” David sniffed and stared blankly at the plasma screen television. I love you too, Natalie felt inclined to say but couldn’t. Or maybe that’s more of a wouldn’t.
“True that but-“ The brunette let her high ponytail down and shook out her hair till it tumbled down her shoulders. “-It doesn’t mean I want another one of him!” She illustrated her words with arm gestures. David paid more attention to those than her words.
“Yeah. Makes sense.” He shrugged and blinked rapidly in order to stay awake.
Just as Natalie thought David had drifted off beside her he piped up again.
“I just think that Zane’s- Zane’s real lucky.” He slurred out. Natalie scoffed and shoved him gently.
“Says the multi-millionaire! Zane has got an ant infestation for the second time this week.”
“I don’t like it when my aunt visits either.” David sympathised. He raised his arms as Natalie tucked the blanket properly over him. She smiled. The opportunity to stroke his chest during the process for a moment, just a moment, was not passed up by her.
Her fingers trickled over a semi solid resting place and her thumb grazed his chest over his, you guessed it, black t-shirt.
“Zane gets Natalie hugs. They’re the best type of hugs! And- and Zane gets- Zane gets all the hugs.” David’s head lolled about as he struggled to sit up, his view still littered with the aftereffects of alcohol.
A lump grew in Natalie’s throat as his words sunk in. She had expected his usual tirade of drunken rambling and unrealistic vlog ideas but this? This seemed much more than that.
The brunette eyed him up, pensive.
“Do you like hugs Davey?” She questioned softly. Amidst his playing with the zipper of her open jacket he replied, “Nah. I just like your hugs.”
Guilt washed over her like waves tumbling ashore and she wasn’t sure exactly why. I mean it’s not like she rejected his hugs or affection per se, aside from that one time he was coated head to toe in slime. However the pair had lost that physical closeness they had as adolescents.
A flashback struck her, multiple ones really. Of Jason remarking on her ‘disgusted’ facial expressions during Datalie talk podcast segments. Of the incredibly awkward hug shared between the pair after her car surprise. Of her hugs with Zane. Cosied up pictures with Ilya and Jeff. Where did David come into things?
It’s not that she did something wrong to David, it’s just that she didn’t do the initiating. Not really anyways. It was always him.
Natalie’s attention fell on David as he prodded her thigh.
“You okay Nat?” His face was scrunched up slightly in worry. “Usually I cant get you to shut up!” He teased happily. Natalie’s mouth dropped open in mock offence and she punched him on the shoulder.
“Oi!” She let out a giggle. ‘Wait did that sound seriously just come from me?’
His cheekiness eased a smile on her face.
“C’mere.” With that she tugged his head down on her chest and collarbone area and sunk back with him resting on her against the soft cushions of the couch. Sober David would probably have frozen him and wouldn’t be sure whereabouts to place his hands. This David was a whole other story!
The fireplace sent an orange glow around the room, paired alongside with whatever visuals reflected from the television. They were both otherwise preoccupied to notice the broadcasts.
Meanwhile Smirnoff ridden David snuggled right in against her. God the biggest smile decorated her face to the point where her highlighted cheeks ached and she tried to contain it in case he looked upwards. She cautiously but warmly wrapped her arms around him. His mop of hair tickled her rosy cheek as she rested it on there but you’d hear no complaints from her and that’s for sure!
He smelt of laundry detergent and a sort of clean cottony scent. Yes she took a sneaky breath in. She hoped her perfume, a flowery concoction, wasn’t overly empowering or strong. Him burrowing even closer served her her answer.
David wound his arms beneath her jacked and around her waist and his grip didn’t loosen until he dozed off. Shy whispers of promised changes filled the air from Natalie.
To be continued! This is very superfluous (new word of the day!) but I’m a sucker for detail and as is the person who inspired this🌷 I’ve been awol for god knows how long because of the leaving cert prep but I’m back! I’m filtering through requests and it’s taking ages to write them out but do send more in! It may take a while but I’ll get to them 💕 Hope people enjoyed!
It takes a second or so to like or even comment (if you’re a fast typer) but that second makes me smile for like a trillion hours.
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bubblieywubbliey · 5 years
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Evan x Reader (Smut) - Practice Part 3!
Yes! I am back! I am posting again! I have been on a wild rollercoaster this summer so I haven’t been able to post much because depression and girlfriend and then we broke up and maybe I’ll do an update on my whole summer but I’m planning to post again later on this week :)))))
You rolled over in the bed to see the sun shining down from the window onto Evan, his face expressionless as he slept. You stroked a finger down the side of his face and the stubble scraped against your skin.
“Mmh, Y/N…” he mumbled into your hand and you realised very suddenly that he was dreaming about you.
“Y-Y/N!” He cried out and wriggled around slightly.
A wet dream huh baby?
You thought to yourself. This was something you guys had kinda discussed, so you climbed underneath the duvet and undid the tie on his waistband. He mumbled your name again and ground up into your hand. Another grunt of your name as you pulled down the trousers alongside his boxers to reveal his semi. Licking your lips, you took him into your mouth and he groaned out your name, gasping over and over.
“Y/N… Y/N!” He cried out as he awoke with your lips around the swollen tip of his arousal. He pulled the covers away and you looked up at him from between his legs. To your surprise, instead of freaking out he simply lay back, one hand behind his head and the other gently stroking through your hair as you continued to blow him. Sweeping your tongue over his tip before bringing him deep into your throat.
“Y/N…” he gasped out in pleasure, “you’re so amazing… God, I love you…” he panted. You flicked your hair over your shoulder as you bobbed up and down on him, relaxing your throat to deep-throat him as he moaned your name, his fingers tangled in your hair as you wrapped your tongue around him. Before you had even really got into a proper rhythm he began to jerk his hips, muttering your name and gasping. 
Already? You thought to yourself, almost chuckling at the effect you had on him. You continued to blow the boy who was nearly writhing underneath you.
“Y/N!” Groaned out a warning and you released him with a pop, using your thumb to rub over the tip as he came and you once again covered his length with your mouth to catch the ensuing mess. His mouth formed an ‘O’ and his hand pulled your hair gently, groaning as you swallowed, rubbing your tongue over his tip as he rode out his orgasm. 
“W-What…” He mumbled as he uncurled his fingers from your hair. You released him and pulled yourself up next to him and sat on the edge of the bed before you run your fingers through his then even messier hair. 
“What’s up babe?” You ask, mildly puzzled. 
“How did I end up with such an amazing girlfriend?” He asked then pulled your head towards his. You kissed him, a little roughly, before replying. 
“Stockholm Syndrome?” You joked and he elbowed you, laughing. 
“Hey! You love me, don’t lie!” He laughed before freezing. “I-I mean not love me, not like that- I just meant-” You placed a single finger over his lips and smiled.
“I do love you, Ev. I know we’ve never said it outside of sex but I do. You don’t have to say it back, I’m not asking you for that, but well, that’s where I am right now. I love you. ” You kissed him again, this time chastely, before standing up and pulling his black hoodie on. He was speechless as you walked across the hall and nto the bathroom and brushed your teeth. You jumped slightly as you felt arms wrap around your waist.
“S-Sorry! Did I make you jump?” Evan’s voice fills the room and you giggle. 
“Yeah! But it’s fine, I promise.” You mumble through the toothpaste in your mouth and he smiles and kisses the skin just underneath your ear before turning to jump in the shower. As the room begins to steam up you resist the temptation to get in the shower in favour of going back into your room and getting dressed for school. Shedding Evan’s t-shirt and putting on underwear, you picked out a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt with a rainbow on it that Evan had gotten you for pride month. A smile crossed your face as you held the t-shirt in your hand and the door opened behind you. Evan let out a small gasp as he saw you stood in your bra and panties in front of the dresser. You sighed, ignoring the boy who was attempting not to ogle you. You were pulling on your denim shorts when you felt lips on your neck, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.
“E-Evan…” You tone warned him, failing in your attempt to ignore him. His arm snaked around your waist and into your shorts, you turned to kiss him, seeing his cheeks were bright red as he pressed kisses into your neck, sucking gently too. His fingers teased you through your underwear and you felt yourself getting wet against his fingers. Letting out a soft moan, you arched your back into him. 
“Hmm?” He asked, smiling into your neck. You felt a wave of affection hit you and you leaned back to lock your lips with him.
“We have school. And I just put these panties on...” You mumbled into the kiss.
“This won’t take long.” 
“That’s not a boast, you know that right?” You chuckled and he increased the pressure against your flesh and you gasped.
“I’m not talking about me.”
“Look at you! Being all confident-” Evan slipped a finger into your panties and began rubbing your clit roughly. “Ah!” You gasped out and your knees began to wobble. Evan smirked into your neck, the fact that he could make you feel like that, make you moan his name and weak at the knees, it made him feel such a sense of pride and happiness. You began to lan slowly against the desk as you ventured towards your climax.
“E-Evan…” you panted.
“Y/N! Evan!” Your father yelled up the stairs. Letting out an irritated sigh you felt Evan remove his hand from your panties and you grasped his elbow. 
“P-Please, Ev, I’m so close. Just, finish me, please” You begged and Evan glanced over his shoulder, hearing another shout. He quickly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them around your ankles, dropping to his knees and pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and you suppress a moan. Evan could feel his anxiety levels increasing as he used his thumb to rub your clit, the sound of your father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Evan slipped two fingers inside you, pumping roughly and you stifled a moan with your hand, body twitching as your orgasm struck you. Pushing his hands away from you, you collapsed to the ground into his arms. You heard a pounding on your bedroom door. 
“I am coming into this room in ten seconds if you aren’t both dressed all hell is gonna break loose! Evan was not supposed to sleep in your room, honey, we have a guest room for a reason!” You scrambled to clean yourself up with wipes and grab a new pair of panties. 
“3...2...1!” Your dad opened the door as Evan pulled a polo shirt over his head. They made awkward eye contact as Evan turned progressively redder as he wiped the corner of his mouth subconsciously. 
“What is he doing sleeping in your room? He’s supposed to sleep in the guest room when he stays over.” You dad grilled you and you quickly made up a response.
“Uh, he fell asleep while we were watching Netflix on my laptop. Sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“S-Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Evan stuttered and began fiddling with the hem of his shirt awkwardly. 
“Young man, if you defiled my daughter- in any way- I will hurt you, and you will wish you were never born.” Evan’s hands began to shake and you took it in yours, rubbing it gently. Your dad seemed to remember Evan’s anxiety disorder and softened his expression. “Listen kids, just be safe, okay? And I never wanna see or hear hide nor hair of it.” 
Evan nodded his head, “Yes, Sir, of course sir.”
“And call me Y/D/N, Evan.” 
‘Yes Sir, uh- I mean Y/D/N.” 
“Breakfast is ready.” Was your father’s parting statement and the awkward exchange was over. 
You turned to Evan and giggled, kissing him softly and holding his mildly shaky hands. He kissed you again and smiled a relieved smile.
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