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hey, congrats 100 followers !! i would love to join your celebration♡ may i request beastzai (or js adazai) with the scenario married life (1) & all in all, it was a typical tuesday (8) as the prompt ?
congrats on 100 again !!!! it’s a big number and a big achievement !!
I think Dazai is really hot too.
✧˚ · . vroom vroom, than a table for two - dazai osamu
he certainly couldn’t complain.
summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → icky PDA, cutesy nicknames, minor mention of sex (it’s like barely there though) and overall puppy husband dazai. also obvious mentions of suicide its DAZAI
It was Tuesday.
And also another hardworking day at the Agency. So, so tiring, according to your husband—not that he ever worked—to the point where he simply needed a break with his lovely spouse. That’s how you found yourself hand-in-hand with him during your lunch break, walking down the sidewalks of Yokohama while he excitedly spoke about a new suicide method he had heard of.
Yesterday was a homemade shrapnel bomb, today was a wrecking ball.
“Basically, you hide out in a building that’s scheduled to be demolished and eventually it collapses on you! Pretty sweet, isn’t it?”
Quirking an eyebrow, he turned to you expectantly, a cheery smile on his face. It was quick, painless enough method of suicide. Beautiful in a way, too. Sunlight would be warming his skin, the air fresh and crisp and then tons of concrete and plaster would crush his entire body in one fell swoop. No pain, just gain of access to the afterlife.
Looking back at him, you sheepishly shrugged, replying back to amuse both him and yourself. 50% of the time, his attempts were idiotic and funny, the other 50% was genuinely worrying and mildly terrifying. Today seemed to be the former, though. Thankfully.
Plus, it wasn’t like the method would even work due to some random info you found out about on the internet.
“Yeah, but I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure they check the buildings for people before they demolish them. So you’d get found out.”
Your tone was as equally playful and light as his. He wouldn’t really kill himself. You weren’t ready for a double suicide yet, sadly. His lips curled into a frown when you mentioned how it wouldn’t work, his fingers squeezing yours as he exaggerated his sigh.
“And here I was, certain of my demise! Guess that means I’ll be with you a bit longer, darling.”
Not that he really minded.
Sure, he constantly went off about suicide and how beautiful the whole concept was, but at the end of the day, he wouldn’t want to die without you at his side. He’s firmly one of those people who’d kill himself after his beloved died. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself after you died. Sure, he made Odasaku a promise, but he made you a vow.
Until death do them part.
When you died, so would he.
But no one was dying today. Just a happy day for a happy couple.
Dazai’s hand slipped out of yours, curling around your hips instead as he pulled you closer to his side. He wanted to show off his pretty partner to anyone who happened to look over at you two. Show off the person who owns his heart and soul and is his perfect reason to live for just a little bit longer. No one else deserved his gorgeous belladonna.
Just him and him only.
Only Dazai could kiss your lips at any given moment—publicly or privately—, and only he could watch you dress up for dates, brushing out your hair while he mumbled compliments into the spot where your collarbone met your neck. Only Dazai could spend hours with you at night, hearing his name from your lips while his fingers intertwined with yours at the intimate moments.
No one else could hope to do the same with you.
That’s why he soon was leading you into a bakery, the smell of pastries and bread flooding the air as he looked over the treats in the display cases. Black sesame roll cakes, all squishy looking and yummy. The cookies ranging from chocolate chip to matcha and plain vanilla. They all looked so good, but the prices weren’t quite the same.
God, when it came to money, Dazai wished he was still in the Mafia. At least he had tons of it back then.
Now, he had to be a bit more frugal with his income from the Agency. Sure, you guys weren’t dirt poor or unable to afford food and other necessities, but you couldn’t always get special snacks like this. Maybe once every week or two, if you could do so.
Nudging your shoulder, he tapped the glass, looking at you expectantly. He always did this—letting you choose what the two of you would eat. Dazai didn’t mind either. You had good taste unlike his diet of canned crab and alcohol.
“I trust my lovely spouse’s taste and that you’ll pick something good like always.”
He was such a puppy. Only for you, he thought.
“Uhmm…dunno. Pick a number, one or two.”
Dazai placed a finger on his lips, pretending to be in thought like it was the most important decision in his twenty-two years of life so far. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes darting between you and the sweet treats while he hummed quietly. One or two? Eh. He’d go with two. There was the two of you here, after all.
“Two.”
He watched as you pointed at a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your eyes looking at him for approval. Honestly, Dazai never understood why you wanted his approval for everything. You were his equal—his life partner, nonetheless—so there was really no need for this behavior. But he couldn’t blame you. Even now, he had a bit of a commanding aura.
“Oooooh, that looks good! Knew you’d pick something tasty.”
Dazai pecked your cheek affectionately while he held your hand walking to the counter, ordering two slices of strawberry cheesecake, taking out Kunikida’s credit card that he had ‘borrowed’ from the blondie earlier at work. Compared to the thievery he had committed in his younger years, it was practically begging to be used with how his wallet was smack dab in the middle of his desk.
Carefully holding the two plates of the cheesecake slices, he led you over to a table in the corner, giving you a fork as he sat down across from you. He didn’t eat until you dug into your piece first, making sounds of contentment as sweetness coated both your taste buds. Geez, it was good. Worth the price for sure. The corner of your lips were stained with the white frosting, and so he swiped his thumb over the mess, cooing at you like a parent.
“Ah ah, ‘donna. You’re getting messy.”
Dazai liked the flush of your face. How flustered you were as you insisted you could clean yourself and that you weren’t a baby and a fully capable grown adult.
“I’m not a baby, ‘samu! I can take care of myself, ‘kay?”
Of course, of course.
“Uh-huh. And you’re not a baby. You’re my baby. My clumsy little baby who can’t eat without making a mess.”
Chewing on the rest of his slice, minutes passed, filled with conversations between the two of you about work, how Atsushi was doing—probably still traumatized and fucked over, is what you both agreed about—, plans for dinner. You tastefully ignored his comment about what he wanted for dessert. At least there weren’t any kids in the bakery.
Thankfully for everyone else in the establishment, your ‘lunch’ was finished. Walking out of the cafe, he clasped onto your hand firmly, feeling his wedding ring rub against your skin. The sounds of honking and birds chirping filled the air, but all Dazai could hear were your gentle breaths coupled with the sound of your footsteps.
Nothing really mattered besides you, in his eyes.
His everything—his reason to live.
Eternally.
Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts
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aot people and what dogs they have
this was funnnn , no warnings !!
starting off , i feel like eren would have a french bulldog 😭 he don’t even seem like a big dog typa person (not in the animal way) but he would def name the dog after him like with the same initials or something. like ej (eren jeager) jr.
“ej jr, getcho ass back over here.”
“bruh ej jr ian even playin nomo bruh.”
“junior, why you eat my new…” and take a deep ass breath. “why you eat my new shoes?”
but to be honest he can’t even be mad cus him and the dog act just alike 💀 and i feel like ej jr would be hella nice, just play too much (like eren). like the amount of times this dog has took off down the sidewalk and eren just stood there, sick and tired of the bullshit. he’d definitely be one of those people that would be like “dogs too much to handle” but kept the dog no matter whatttt.
next up is connie, who would prolly have a doberman i’m not even finna lie. like he would want a dog that looks scary, but isn’t actually mean. and that’s specifically his dog.
like he’s trained enough that if connie tells him to attack like for real, that mf gon attack. but he’s trained enough to know if connie just playin or not. but he got it kinda good cus when i say everybody is scared of this boys dog …. it ain’t even funny 💀
everybody is scared of it except for the main group. he gotta keep it in its room (yet it had its own room) for somebody to come over his house.
and i feel like he’d name it like domino or spade (ykyk).
“yo spade come here lil bro!”
“spade go eat yo food, you had me fixing that shit for nun.”
“spade. go in yo room fool.”
he also squares up and play fights wit the dog 😭.
next up is jean. now this mf know he wrong, but he would have one of them tall ass dogs, like a irish wolfhound or sumn.
now this dog is sum else, jeans dog would be hella chill, but taking it out in public? 💀shiddd. everybody staring and looking like a mf and he honestly, HONESTLYYY don’t understand why. people will literally be like “bruh, that dog is huge as fuck.” and he’ll just be like “ion know what y’all be talmout, but ight.” AND IT AINT NO ACT cus he tall too😭.
the dogs name would prolly be clifford, ngl. the only difference is that the dog ain’t red. but other than that, he chill as hellll.
“clifford, stop tryna eat paper and shit!”
“cliff’ you chewed my bottle of water bro.”
“clifford, go. just go sit down, damn.”
there’s really no problems with this dog other than the fact that it’s big, but it’s trained a lot and hella good. like the dog knows to sit down in its normal spot when people come over and not to try to jump on people when they’re standing up, stuff like that.
so ony would probably have a small dog just like eren, and it’d probably be a papillon and lemme tell you, he would literally treat this dog like a princesssss omggg.
buy her clothes, paint her nails, brush and comb her hair, brush her teeth, treats everywhere in the bottom of the pantry. like he’ll treat the dog like his own daughter. he always holds her, she’s trained (kind of), like what else could a dog ask for?
but the namewise, i feel like he’d name his dog princeee, honestly. 😭
“princess, bring yo tiny ass-“
“you hungry, P’?”
“princess get that shit out yo mouth!”
of course he’ll only fuss at the dog if she really being disobedient like the time his bed was covered in toilet paper, like ten rolls.
now speaking of fussing, mikasa will forever get fussed at for buying not one, but two black perro de prasa canarios. when i say this girl don’t give a damn bout walking at night with her hands full at all, even when the dogs ain’t on a leash, they’re trained REALLY good. so when she’s actually scared or nervous about somebody following her, they’ll do exactly what she says. full on barking and then stopping mid bark when she says so.
everybodies scared of her dog (and connie would be jealous because not that many people really care about his when they see hers) but it’s not even on purpose, she just wants them for protection honestly.
their names would probably be bullet and gun. obviously.
“gun, bullet, why is there dog food everywhere?”
“gun, bro stop tryna fight bullet.”
“bullet, stop shaking water everywhere!”
bullet is bullet because he got a lot of energy and gun is gun because he’s more intimidating. like they got the spike collars and all, mikasa was not playing.
last but not least, sasha would have a dog that she could laugh at everyday, like a greyhound.
now honestly her and this dog will argue each other from the minute she wakes up to the minute she goes back to sleep. they would be so on and off. 😭 but she’d dress the dog up and stuff and be really nice to it.
the only thing she’d really laugh at is how skinny the dog looks. but the name would probably be bones.
“bones, stop chewing on my airpods cases!”
“bones, get out. please get out.”
“bones stop scratching meee!”
but she obviously loves her dog cus she’s the type to have it since she was like 16 maybe. and they play fight too but she always ends up losing the fight, and one of her lashes in the process.
let’s not talk about how i fg to put armin, hope u enjoyed.
#aot headcanons#aot x reader#connie springer#aot connie#aot onyankopon#onyankapon#sasha braus#eren headcanons#jean kirschtein headcanons#connie headcanons#jean headcanons#aot imagines#mikasa headcanons
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Hii !!
i feel bad for requesting something for like a third time 😭
but if you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could write a villain who pretends to hate hero, but is actually like beyond obsessed w/ them? like a stalking, yandere, possessive, kind of obsessed.
you can probs tell but I have an actual obsession with hero x villain 💀💀
but anyways, tysmm !! hope you have a great day ^^
OH MY GOODNESS ANON YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FEEL BAD AT ALL WHATTTT?!?! I absoloutely ADORE asks SO KEEP THEM COMIN IF YOU WANT OMG!!!! I LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! Im sorry if i kinda made the Villain softer than how youd wouldve liked just lmk if youre not happy with it!!!! YOURE SO NICE THANKIE FOR THE ASK!!!! <3
cw: chlorophome / angst. a lovely mix HUIJDKHDH
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Every step Hero took felt followed. Every movement felt unmissed. The street was dimly lit, it probably wasn't the smartest to be walking here at three in the morning…
The snap of a stick caught their attention, bringing their steps to a halt. They looked behind them, jumping as a dark figure emerged from behind them.
“Who is it?” Hero gritted out. They were tired, all they wanted to do was get home and put their feet up. But alas, they had no other choice but get rid of the lingering threat. The shadowed figure just stopped, the black masked face staring blankly back at them. Hero huffed out an impatient breath, muttering, “Creep,” as they continued to walk on.
In an instant, Hero was grabbed from behind and a hand shoved a cloth over their face. Hero cried out, trying to fight against the grip but it was useless. They heaved in breaths which only made them inhale the chemicals more.
“Relax, little hero, just take some nice deep breaths for me and relax.”
Hero’s blood went cold, their stomach lurching; Villain.
Their vision filled with blank dots but Hero tried with all their energy to fight against Villain. But it was no use. The chemicals filled their senses and their vision went to black.
It felt like it had only been a second before their eyes snapped open. They looked around them, eyes wide. The room was dark, their arms were tied tightly to each arm of the chair. Their ankles tied to each leg of their chair. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Well, well, well, good morning sleeping beauty,” Villain smirked, tucking a lock of hair behind Hero’s ear. Hero flinched back, face filled with disgust, “Don't touch me,” The growled. Villain scoffed with a smirk, “Oh trust me, I’m not enjoying this anymore than you are.”
Hero scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“Oh shut it!” Villain yelled, their hands clenched into fists as they roared, “Ever since I laid eyes on you I have fucking hated you. You're- you're like some annoying fly who’s buzzing around and I can't seem to get rid of you!”
Hero blinked, taken back at how defensive Villain was getting, “Alright, jeez, chill out, dude.” Villain blinked quickly, feeling their face grow pink and they turned away quickly, pretending to busy themself.
Hero yawned, trying to lift their arm against their restraint before sighing, “So…what do I owe the pleasure of being kidnapped?”
Villain gulped, absentmindedly sharpening their knife as they sat on a stool, their back facing Hero, “SuperVillain wanted to talk to you,” They mumbled.
Hero nodded, their tongue running along the bottom of their teeth. The silence filled the room once more.
“So-....so you’re not gonna be my entertainment while we wait, or-”
“Oh just shut.up!!!” Villain roared, quickly getting to their feet and pacing towards Hero, knife in hand. “Jesus fuck, Villain, what the hell is going on with you today?!?”
“I-...you-... w-” Villain took a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling as they blinked hard, “Who were you fighting with two nights ago?” Their voice was low this time, quiet. They almost sounded… vulnerable.
Hero blinked, “Two… Oh- you mean [Other Villain]?” Villain gulped and nodded once before looking away.
Hero couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, “Villain… you're hardly jealous-....are you?”
Villain rolled their jaw, looking down to their knife before twirling it in their hand, “I…I thought we had a deal…” Hero couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. There was something about Villain suddenly, they looked like all sad and vulnerable. It was a side of Villain that Hero had never seen. Their eyes glazed over, brimming with tears as they clenched their jaw tight.
“I’m.. I’m sorry Villain…I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. The other- they… they came out of nowhere and I didn't have Sidekick to help me. So I had no other choice but to fight them!” Villain just stared at Hero for a moment before nodding once.
They got down to one knee, bringing the blade to Hero’s ankle, making the other flinch. But in a moment, the rope fell away. Villain continued this until all the restraints were gone before taking a step back, “You uhm…I think you should go now…”
Their voice was quiet, probably the lump in their throat restricting most of the volume. They looked away as a tear slowly ran down their cheek. Hero gulped before getting to their feet. They cupped Villain’s face, thumb brushing the other’s tear away, “How can I make it up to you.”
Villain forced themself not to flinch back, Hero suddenly feeling so close to them. They took a shaky breath. All along they have wanted this, dreamt of it. And now it was happening. Villain’s cheeks were red and they took a slow breath before their eyes slowly met Hero’s;
“Kiss me…”
#THANKIE ANONNNN#asks my beloved#i acc#wnana hug villain#in thsi they seemed like such a bean#yk?#DHYUHDJKHDJ#whump#whump drabble#angst#hero x villain#hero#villain#hero whumpee#villain whumper#even thouhh#just no#HUIDKDJ#yandere villain#whumpee#whumper#whumpblr#whump community#whump writing#hxv#lee wrote something :o
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Why the hell is tiktok becoming such a cesspool??? Like recently a very popular trans woman who, I will not name for purposes of getting attacked, posted some,,, ICE ice cold takes-
And she posted them on instagram and tiktok
She basically claimed anyone who uses neopronouns or “identifies as a tv need to seek professional help” and DOUBLE DOWNED on this argument by claiming people need PSYCHIATRIC MENTAL HEALTH MEDS 💀💀
She made two fucking vids on this, both posted on insta AND tt
Guess which one was more civil and educative? Tiktok? NOPE! FUCKING INSTAGRAM!!
Everyone in the comments on the insta post broke down how her argument is actively repeating the SAME transphobic rhetoric transphobes do, actively CONTRADICTING HERSELF by saying she believes gender is a construct then turning and saying u have to be binary, AND then making absolutely ableist takes under the guise of having autism.
On tiktok??? Everyone was saying “omg you go” “so true!!” Like whatttt are yall TALKING about????
I’m so tired of seeing binary trans ppl decide to hate on the entire queer community bc they r passing n shit,,, Like this has been an occurrence with MANY passing, binary trans people who have been lucky to have HRT for a while- Blaire white and Kalvin Garrah type shit (cough cough they are always somehow fucking WHITE too-)
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#lgbtqia#queer#queer community#lgbtq community#xenogender#neopronouns#neoprns#mogai#mogai safe#mogai community#transgender#trans pride#nonbinary#non binary#queer unity#tiktok#instagram
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Your comments being turned off really shows how much of a snowflake you are to criticsm. 😊
Having your entire blog based on M/rston really shows the kind of person you are, I sure hope you don’t have siblings lol. I’m tired of seeing you freaks on Tumblr, on Pinterest, every. Fucking. Were,. And then you all acting fucking oppressed when you’re confronted???
I blockes you, I still see your art. I came for fucking Charthur and your freaky asses show up on my feed. For a while I thought you all stopped but no???? More show up. More. Not only do I have to deal with the fucking M*rballs and V*ndermusty shippers crawling out of the walls, but I come back and see M*rton shippers back at it. Fucking kys tf????
one, my comments aren't off honey bunches get your fucking facts right before talking to me 😊 also get educated with your yee yee ass typing and spelling. like fr you type like you're at gunpoint and shaking like a little woosey crybaby shitting your silly little clown pants
anyways, getting cereal.
I've seen your sorry lazy fat fucking ass copying and pasting towards other Morston creators, how unoriginal. i bet your response to that though would be "oH i HaVE nO tImE tO BE OrIGInAl wITh yOU" like every other person who supports Charthur 😋 most of you lot are snobby, defensive and extremely fucking racist whether you like it or not. get. your. facts. right. some of you complain about people drawing him skinny and fit? ffs he's canonically fit.
most people also draw him taller than Arthur? and larger? he's not. check his height comparison to Arthur. in game, they're around the same height, and the discussion is still on for his EXACT height, but i think he's between 5/11 to 6/1. all of you who make him a fucking mammoth are the racists stereotyping him for this massive black Indian man. disrespectfully, fuck you for massacring that beautiful man. 😊
idk what else to say anyways im losing brain joos soooo ima start getting silly teheheh
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS MRBALLS???? IM CRYING WHATTTT IS THAT THE NAME OF YOUR TRANSGENDER TESTICLES???? IMAGINE LOOKING DOWN AT YOUR DICK AND GOING "goodmorning MrBalls 😊" UNIRONICALLY
IM ON THE FLOOR BRO FUCKING WHEEZING LIKE GODDAMN PEPPA PIG RN YOU DUMBASS CHARTHUR SHIPPERS ARE SO FUNNY WHEN YOURE OFFENDED OR SEE SUMN YOU DONT LIKE 😭😭😭
I LOVE HOW YOU ALSO SENT THIS TO MULTIPLE MORSTON SHIPPERS???? LIKE TF POSSESSED YOU AND MADE MADE YOU TAKE TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO BLABBER SHIT WE DONT CARE ABOUT TO US
also crawling through walls is my favourite pass time, and it's where i have all my adventures with Barry, the paraplegic rat, and Sally, the overweight snail
FYI, for you snowflakes, the last half was just shit post. please don't take it personally and cry
thank you for reading whoever actually did read this far without shitting yourself from being offended. whoever is actually a chill Charthur shipper though, this is not directed at you. it's directed at the assholes who make Arthur hyperfeminine or Charles transgender 😊
have a good day to the nice people in the world i love you all <3
#john marston#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption two#funny shit#shit post#theyre idiots your honor#theyre fucked#funny to laugh at#charles smith#RACISM YOUR HONOUR
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Whatttt the parlor gives you the jewelry for free ?!? All the places I’ve been to make you pay for the jewelry and it’s all like- insanely priced ! But I hope you’re able to get your piercings done sometime soon, thats so exciting ! A Little ghostface wrist tattoo would be so cute though, lil guy can just be there for emotional support.
I love puzzle games so much, and I also grew up on Left for Dead and Resident Evil because of my older brother !! As well as other games like Fallout, COD and Halo. I also fucking lovedddd Animal Jam, I have no clue if you know that game, but I loved scamming people. Anyway- yeah college is a pain, at least this specific class I’m in right now is, which is…English. And see I usually enjoy English but this teacher has been dragging out this one assignment for over 3 weeks now and I’m losing my mind ! But it’s okay cause here in maybe 5 months or so I’m going to actually be taking classes I find interesting. I’m getting an Associates in IT, concentrating on Game Development. :D
My sincere apologies for talking so much, I’m a very lonely person so any opportunity I get I will gush about anything and everything 😭
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yeah!!! piercings are 25 and jewelry is included (its super ugly tho but its good for the healing months ig)
older brothers attempting to traumatize us but ending up just making us like horror games 🤝 mine introduced me to saints row, gta, and sims. my main online games tho were fantage and build a bearville, i got scammed on build a bear 🧍🏻♀️buttt me and a friend made a small series on fantage and its still up! we arent friends anymore but i still watch sometimes to remember her, i hope shes doing well out there :)
also thats so cool?!??? im stuck between deciding to be a paralegal in an entertainment firm (mr loomis era?) or a highschool teacher for literature. idk what i want to do with my life so 🤷🏻♀️
also also no worries!!!! you could send a dm if you ever want but if youd like to stay anon thats fine!! i enjoy chatting to anyone so its fine. my friends are tired of hearing me simp for skeet or about the latest horror movie i watched 😭
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WILD THINGS ONE SHOT PART2
Also on Ao3
Being alone for almost 90 days can change a person. Make them think and feel different. Even see things that aren’t really there.
But Betty swore she wasn’t dreaming. It was his iconic S T-shirt, his face, his everything and yet……
He was supposed to be dead ! She had seen it happen with her own eyes.
Betty watched Jughead scramble to his feet. Their run in knocking them both to the ground. He hadn’t looked at her yet more worried about where his knife had landed, but Betty could already see he wasn’t in his right mind.
He turned to her then picking up his blade wild and hysterical. His eyes red and bloodshot, crazed with something she had never seen before. Like he was possessed by them. The things that had come to destroy life on earth.
He wasn’t her Jughead anymore. They had taken control of him.
Jughead stared at her for a moment, like he recognized her, tilting his head as though it would help him remember.
God, Betty hoped he would.
“Jug?” She spoke cautiously, regretting it as soon as she did.
It was like her voice had triggered something inside him. Unleashing a devil force. Sending shivers down Betty’s spine in fright. It was like she was in a real life horror movie. The only thing missing…
“AHHHHHH!” Jughead shouted angrily, running at Betty swinging his knife trying to stab her.
Betty didn’t know what to do. Should she fight him? Try to talk to him? Or run away?
Dodging his advance and leaping to her feet Betty jumped back quickly, away from him.
“Jughead!” She shouted at him.
He swung at her again.
“Jughead!”
He swung at her again, this time srcpping his blade across her cheek.
“Shit ahhh,” Betty gasped clutching her face. Her skin burning with a searing pain. Blood seeping through her fingers as she pressed her hand hard against the cut trying to stop the flow.
“Jug please,” Betty begged, whimpering with pain as he backed her into a tree,leaving her nowhere to go.
“It’s me Betty.”
He said nothing though, only snarling at her as he walked closer. Eyeing off his kill.
Betty felt helpless still holding her face in terror. She looked around desperately for an idea to get away from Jughead who was closing in on her.
And then she found it. Her free hand landing on a rotten tree branch. Breaking it off quickly and without thinking twice she wacked it as hard as she could against Jughead’s head, making him instantly drop to the ground unconscious.
Betty didn’t realise she was crying until her face was wet with tears. Her breathing out of control.
What had just happened? She didn’t know but she couldn’t leave Jughead here even if he did want to kill her.
She was beyond confused at this point. With no idea what they had done to him or what had happened since she went into hiding, Betty could only guess that this was one of the results.
She didn’t want to even think about what had happened to her family. Or even Archie and her friends. But right now she needed to take care of Jughead even if it killed her.
Maybe she could save him?
She definitely couldn’t leave him.
So that’s exactly what Betty did. Forgetting her food and instead dragging Jughead limp body back to the bunker.
It was a hard task to get him down the ladder. Betty was careful not to hurt him too badly, but in the end she accidently dropped him.
“Ahh, sorry. Sorry. Damit, Fuck!” Betty cursed, checking him over to see if he was okay.
Not that he could respond.
She tied him to the bed in case he woke up and still had the same murderous tendencies. After making sure the knots on his legs and hands were extra tight, Betty could finally take a breath. Her hands were covered in blood from both her face and Jughead’s head. The whole place looked like a crime scene.
She cleaned up her face, sticking almost all the bandaid she had left on her cheek. She was so drained and tired from the audeal that after cleaning the blood and dirt off Jughead she fell asleep. Just hoping she hadn’t struck him too hard and he would actually wake up again.
Her sleep was dreamless and restless. Only images of that night three months ago flashed in her eyes. The night everything changed. She could still hear the screaming and crying of her neighbors and friends even her own horrified scream when she turned back to see Jughead go up in flames from an exploding car.
Betty’s eyes flew open at that point. Her teeth clenched together grinding her stress further into her brain. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed Jughead was still out cold and without a scratch on him.
She stared at him bamboozled about it all. He should have burns on his body. How is he here? How does he look normal and yet completely different.
Betty’s stomach growled as she got up and quietly walked over to him. God shed was hungry. For both food and answers.
She pulled a chair up beside him and her heart began to break.
“I love you,” she whispered her bottom lip trembling in sadness. “Please come back to me.”
Softly and carefully, Betty ran her fingers across Jughead's right cheek. Just like she used to do when he would spend the night at her place and she had to wake him in the morning before her mother noticed.
Sniffling and wiping away tears, she wanted nothing more than to curl up on the bed with him. She should be overjoyed that he was here with her, but that was completely overshadowed by his animalistic behaviour from before.
Startling her, Betty noticed Jughead’s brow begin to furrow and his eyes begin to squint sharply closed in pain. She moved away from him quickly, but stayed close enough so she could help him if he needed it.
Jughead began to groan and pull at his arms for freedom.
“Betty…” he mumbled softly, eyes still shut, as though he was talking in his sleep. “Betty…”
“Jug? Juggie?” Betty gasped, kneeling down beside him. Astonished and bewildered. Butterflies rising in her stomach.
“I’m here. Can you hear me?” She cooed.
“No…...Betty…..Betty” Jughead thrashed about in the bed. A nightmare clearly consuming his mind.
At least he can still speak and knows who I am Betty thought to herself. Trying to stay positive.
Taking a leap of faith Betty cupped Jughead’s cheek trying to calm him down.
“It’s okay. You're safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. You're okay. You're okay.” Betty repeated herself over and over until eventually Jughead calmed down.
He stopped mumbling her name and his face became soft once more.
Betty noticed it was like he was trying to wake up, but something was stopping him. All she could do though was stay by his side.
As the candles in the bunker burnt down their wicks and their flames became smaller, it lulled Betty to the brink of sleep once more. It was all she really did most days.
On the edge of slumber , Betty could sense something different in the light around her. Sure it was dull like normal, but there was almost a flashing that annoyed her eyelids. Pestering them to open.
Looking around Betty tried to figure out which candle was acting more like a police car than a waxed light bulb. She swore she saw a red and blue flash, but there was nothing.
Her mind playing tricks on her.
Stretching a little she looked jughead over to make sure he was still breathing before going to the bathroom. The plumbing wasn’t the most amazing thing and Betty longed for the old days but it did the trick.
Coming back out and walking over to Jughead she stopped dead in her stracks. Her eyes wide in shock.
She wasn’t crazy.
It was tiny but it was definitely real. A flash of red and blue light illuminated from the back of Jughead's neck. Betty stood and watched for a few minutes and saw it happen again.
HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTTTT
WHATTTT THEEE FUCKKKK
The only train of thought running through Betty’s head in that moment.
Walking closer, watching, waiting for it to happen again Betty guessed that this was the problem. The thing that was masking Jughead go crazy.
Getting extra close, Betty reached out and touched his skin where she saw the light.
Everything felt normal. No sign of an incision or lump.
Jughead was still out cold when Betty decided to go against her better judgement and find out for herself if there really was some sort of implant under his skin.
For all she knew it could have been scanning her this whole time or sending a location back to its reciever. Either way it needed to go.
She wouldn’t cut too deep just through the epidermal fat layers she had learnt about in her anatomy class.
She felt wrong doing it, cutting open her boyfriend, but these were desperate times and blood didn’t bother her. She had hoped to become a doctor one day, but somehow Betty didn’t see that happening anymore.
The scalpel in the first aid box was sharp and it pierced Jughead skin easily. Betty tried to be as gentle as possible as to not wake him up.
As blood started to trickle onto the blankets blue and red flashes began to flicker constantly as though it knew what was happening. It was panicking and so was Betty, but she didn’t stop.
Cutting a bit wider she grabbed a pair of tweezers from the kit and blindly stuck them into the cut. Trying to fish out whatever it was.
Betty was on edge and wanted to vomit. Not because of what she was doing, but the fact that this was all real and Jughead had gone through something horrible. She needed him to be okay.
The tweezers found nothing and the light was still flashing.
It wasn’t working.
Betty gagged again, probing more and more until suddenly the flashing stopped. She didn’t think she had felt anything or struck Metal but squeezing the tweezers tight together she pulled out whatever was close by.
A whole lot of tissue and blood seeped out as Betty pulled the tweezers out which she quickly put to the side before applying pressure to Jughead’s neck.
She was amazed he hadn’t woken up.
With one hand holding a bandage to his neck Betty’s other hand picked and sifted through the small bit of tissue she had pulled out of Jughead.
She didn’t really know what she was looking for. But then she found it. Something that definitely didn’t belong, but was so small it was hard to tell if it really was the source of all their problems.
It was the size of a flea. Almost microscopic but black in colour. Betty could have sworn she heard a high pitched ring coming from it.
There was only one thing left to do.
She had to destroy it.
Grabbing the scalpel once more she pointed the tip down and stabbed the tiny microchip successfully cutting it in half.
“HHHHHHAAAAA.”
Jumping across the room in panic. Betty almost fell off her chair in fright when she heard the noise.
It was the biggest gasp for air she had ever heard. Jughead's eyes flew open as he gasped and wheezed frantically. Like he had been drowning underwater for so long and now he could finally take a life saving breath. One that filled his lungs so much they almost burst.
Betty studied him from afar, watching his eyes as the blood dissipated and they became a warm blue once more. She watched as his face calmed and his cheeks flushed with blood. It was like he had been walking around dead and she had indeed brought him back to life.
She watched him swallow thickly, confused and scared, realising he was tied up.
And then it happened.
He looked at her.
Their eyes meeting in what was the happiest moment of Betty’s life.
He had found her. They had found each other.
Betty could tell by the way his lips trembled as he stared at her that he was his genuine self. A boy. No a man who loved her.
“Betty?” He rasped out. His mouth as dry as a desert.
“Jug?” Betty whispered. Her eyes glassy with happiness.
“What’s…... How did……”
“Oh my god,” Betty rushed over to him, colliding their lips together in a kiss that only could exist between long lost lovers.
Their kiss was filthy and heated just like they always were. Nothing had changed there. Betty felt her body prickle with lust as Jughead wiggled and tried to break free of her knots. Blushing that she was turned on by such kink.
“Hahaha, I’m sorry,” Betty giggled against his lips, breaking away from him to untie his hands first.
“I love you too,” Jughead whispered softly, staring at her while she freed him. Not even blinking.
Betty felt her whole body become a warm puddle of goo at the sound of his words. She had dreamt of this moment for three months, crying herself to sleep because she thought he was dead.
“Jug you have no idea…”
But she didn’t finish. Jughead hands were tightly gripped around her face as his lips assaulted her. Almost like he was checking to make sure she was real.
Betty held him tight elated with joy and lust. Tugging at his clothes. They both moaned at the devilish human contact they hadn’t had in so long. Their bodies frustrated and running on overdrive.
They were frantic and crazy for each other. Betty straddling Jughead.
Jughead grinding into Betty. Saliva on skin. Lips everywhere. Erratic unnatural noises playing like a record through the bunker.
There was still so much that had to be said, explained and answered. but for now none of that was on their minds. The only thing that mattered was making up for the three months they had lost together.
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PART THREE ANYONE ?!
#bughead fanfiction#bughead fanfic#bughead#bughead family#betty x jughead#betty cooper#jughead jones#riverdale#bughead love#betty and jughead#fanfiction#bughead fandom
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Wish You Weren’t Here (part 1) - Diego Jiménez x Reader - Power fanfic
Read Part Two
A/N: Whatttt am I doing? Can anyone tell me? Thanks to @1zashreena1 and @symbiont13 @sparrows-books for being so enthusiastic about this. Oh, and (not that anyone cares lol) but I make a casual reference to Cesar Millan in this fic (wtf is this?) and I am actually firmly opposed to his dog training philosophy. SO. Just to go on record.
Warnings: Smut!!, Threatening, Exhibitionism, Forced Audience to Exhibitionism, Crack!Fic
You stare at the spray of white powder smeared over the top of the glass coffee table. How…how does one clean up cocaine? You nervously twist your cleaning rag into a tightly wound rope as you ponder the options. It’s expensive, right? Would Mr. Jiménez be angry if you cleaned it up? Should you–what?–sweep it into a dustpan and set it aside for later? There’s not a huge amount but if you swept it all into a little pile there would probably be enough to…use? What the fuck do you know about cocaine? What if you use your spray bottle on the coffee table and it goes into the air and you breath it in? Would you get high? This is ridiculous.
It’s your first day working for Diego Jiménez and you’re nervous. Actually that’s an understatement. You have a pretty good idea of how powerful he is and you desperately want to make a good impression and keep this job. The pay is more than you’d make cleaning ten houses. The downside being that the facts of household cleanliness with regards to Class A drugs are now–apparently–required reading.
You’re still hovering indecisively when Diego strolls into the living room. He walks with a confident swagger that you can’t help admiring. Your new boss might be intimidating, but a tiny part of you finds that intensely attractive. Maybe a not-so-tiny part. A part that really needs to pipe down because, at this rate, you’ll be fired before the end of the day anyway.
You don’t want to seem like you’re just standing around idle so you start to carefully scoop the powder using the cloth, plowing it into a neat pile that you intend to–you guess–set aside for now and see what happens. You think he has any tupperware?
Diego’s stride stutters to a stop as he catches sight of what you’re doing. He snaps his fingers at you like Cesar frickin Millan scolding a Pomeranian. You definitely feel like a Pomeranian right now. And he’s a…he’s a Doberman currently staring at you with murder eyes. Fuck.
Your typical response to fear and stress is word vomit.
You freeze in mid-swipe and look up at Diego with eyes wide as saucers, “Uh…sorry. Is this not–okay? I wasn’t sure if I should just leave it how it was. But it looked so dirty and I want to do a good job so I thought I’d just–”
Diego cuts you off with a hand on the back of your neck. His fingers dig into your skin, firm but not enough to hurt…yet. You squeak in alarm as he drags you away from the table and toward the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one whole wall of the living room.
“Uhh…Mr. Jiménez–sir! This didn’t come up in the interview, but I actually am not the biggest fan of–”
He marches you up to the window, steering you with his hand on the back of your neck until you’re pressed up against it, cheek mashed into the cool glass. And–as if your stupid body is in cahoots with your psychotic boss–you look down. You look down at the busy street which seems like it’s about five miles beneath you. Your head spins and your breathing picks up at a rapid pace. You can’t shut your eyes. Why can’t you shut your eyes? If you shut them you can pretend that you’re someplace safe…on solid ground…and not on the top floor of a high-rise with only a few inches of glass standing between you and death.
“Um!” you squeak, ripping your eyes from the view below and trying to crane your neck enough to see Diego looming behind you. You can just see him from the corner of your eyes, grinning maniacally.
“You. Don’t. Touch. The Product. Understand?” he hisses the words into your ears in that growling, tenor voice of his that is already imprinting itself in some of your shameful fantasies. What is *wrong* with you?
Your words come out in a rushed whisper, “Yes! I understand, Mr. Jiménez. Completely. I-I-I apologize. I wasn’t–you see, I’ve never actually seen cocaine before, you know? And I didn’t know if you’d want me to clean it up or save it for–for later. Or–another worry I had was what if I touched it or, or it went into the air and I breathed it in. Would I get high? And that would be very bad because, um, I don’t like being high. And also it’s my first day of work and I just–” your stutter over your words, gaze drifting back down to focus on the murderous drop to the street below, your eyes are welling with tears now, “–I just wanted to do a good job, sir. I’m sorry.”
He finally lets go of you, his hand dropping away and leaving behind the ghost of his fiery touch on your skin. He steps back to let you turn around and he’s laughing at you, “You thought you’d get high if you touched it?”
You’re too preoccupied with getting away from the window to reply at first. You take a few giant steps away from the glass and then you’re crouching down and planting your palms on the marble floor to remind yourself you’re on solid ground. Fucking phobia.
Diego’s looking at you like you’ve grown another head and you feel the need to explain, breathlessly, “I…don’t…like…heights.”
He steps towards you and you have a great view of his shiny, leather shoes as he crouches down to your level. He catches your eyes with a look that’s warmer than anything you’ve seen from him in your short acquaintance. He smiles apologetically and reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
“Seems like more than a dislike,” he muses watching you as you struggle to take deep, calming breaths.
“Okay…” you answer, “I’m fucking afraid of heights! Uh…sir. Sorry! Sir. Mr. Jiménez.”
How can he have such a megawatt smile after manhandling you into a plate glass window and threatening you? And those dimples? Are you kidding me?
“Call me Diego,” he says.
You look up at him, falling into his dark, fathomless gaze and thinking to yourself, Son of a bitch.
“Diego,” you breathe.
“If you find a mess like that again just leave it, okay? I’ll have one of my guys clean it up. There are going to be some things about this job that you’ll just have to get used to. The most important thing,” here his eyes harden, “is that you don’t tell anyone–ever–about anything you see or hear while you work for me. Do you understand?”
You are seriously over your head, aren’t you? When you just stare dumbly back at him, Diego takes your face in his hands and bores his eyes into yours, “Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes…Diego,” you finally answer. Because what else can you say? You suppose at this point you’ve already seen enough that you aren’t free to just…walk away.
“And Y/N?” Diego says, standing up to his full height, towering over you, still crouched on the floor at his feet. “You think you can manage cleaning these windows?”
The look on your face as you glance over at the intimidating wall of glass is comically horrific, but you try to sound casual in your response, “I’ll…manage.”
He laughs and starts to walk away, “Good, because you left a smudge mark with your face just over there.”
You narrow your eyes at him as he leaves. What a little…but even as you’re thinking up a proper insult your eyes lock onto his butt in those tight jeans and notice the way his shirt strains to cover his broad shoulders and…yeah, what were you saying?
***
Later that night you’re finally finished with your work for the day just as guests start to trickle into the penthouse. You wonder if Diego spends every night this way–is his life one big party? You’re sweaty and your back aches and you’re still feeling wobbly from forcing yourself to get right up to those windows and give them a thorough cleaning. You just need to check in with Diego before you leave for the night but he’s still cooped in his bedroom upstairs and you don’t really want to interrupt him. So you’re just trying to blend in with a potted plant against the wall as supermodel attractive women mill about, outnumbering the male guests by about 3 to 1, you’d judge. You feel beyond shabby in your jeans and t-shirt. But at least you’re not wearing one of those housemaid dresses you had to wear for your last employer.
Diego still hasn’t made an appearance, and a younger guy in the crowd has apparently taken notice of you. You can feel every muscle in your body tense up as he starts prowling over to you. You just want to go home and take a bath and maybe think about the way Diego’s butt sways a little when he walks. Ugh, stop that!
“Hey, girl. You not having a good time?” he purrs in a manner he surely thinks is seductive but you’re very tired and very ready to leave.
“I’m not–”
Diego interrupts you, putting a proprietary hand on your shoulder and squeezing a little, “She’s not for you, Ángel. Leave.”
The guy’s whole demeanor changes when he sets eyes on your boss and he backs away with a little bow of respect that has you really, strongly questioning your sanity in A. Taking this job and B. Insisting on being attracted to your potentially psycho-killer employer.
You turn around and Diego is giving you that megawatt smile again. For a minute you just stand there like a deer in the headlights until your brain kicks back in.
“Um…I’m leaving for the night, Mr. Jiménez. I mean–Diego. If you don’t need me for anything else?”
He arches a wicked brow at you and his lips hint at a playful grin. “Anything else?” he laughs. Is he making fun of you? Toying with you? You watch as his eyes focus on a woman strutting by who’s probably half a foot taller than you and 60 pounds lighter. She’s wearing…not much. He licks his lips like a lion about to dig into a zebra.
“Okay, then…” you murmur, backing away a little.
Diego turns back at your words looking a little chagrined but still playful, “See you tomorrow, little girl.”
You make a beeline for the elevator, finally letting out a shaky sigh as the doors close behind you. There’s something about Diego that is irresistibly attractive to you. Despite his threatening aura or maybe–maybe because of it? He’s dangerous and powerful and a very bad decision waiting to happen. But–you think about the woman he eyed before you left for the night–who are you kidding? The decision isn’t yours and there is no way Diego Jiménez is interested in the likes of you.
And that’s a good thing.
Probably.
Definitely.
Hmmm…
***
You begin to form an understanding of why this job is so well compensated when you arrive to work the next morning. The whole main level of the penthouse is…a mess. And there are random people passed out asleep on the floor and couches. Glasses and bottles cover every surface, the floor is stained from spills. Napkins, plates, random articles of clothing. Quelle frickin nightmare.
You take a deep breath and drop your purse into the closet by the elevator entrance. This is…fine. This will be fine. You just need to compartmentalize your priorities. You’ll start with the trash and move your way forward. You have to step over the sleeping form of one of the many female guests from the night before and an unkind thought pops into your head in relation to starting with the trash.
Not nice, you admonish yourself. But then you wonder if the girl had her hands on Diego last night and you find that you don’t really care. Why are you getting so territorial over this man already? Some of the only contact you’ve had with him has been him slamming you against a window to punish you for “touching the product.” That shouldn’t…that should certainly not be a turn on.
No.
The place starts looking a little better as the morning wears on. By the time Diego emerges from his bedroom, bleary-eyed and dressed only in an expensive, black robe, you’ve nearly finished cleaning up and are just starting to wonder what to do with all of the people still draped all over the place. Your thoughts are abruptly torpedoed when Diego staggers by and the robe partially opens to reveal how naked he is underneath.
You freeze in place, eyes fixed to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen and–possibly–straining to see if the robe will part even further to reveal a bit further south.
Diego catches you looking and offers you a seductive grin, “I knew you weren’t as innocent as you seemed.”
“I–what!? Yes, I am! I mean…no. I don’t know?” Stop. Talking.
Diego looks around at all of the passed out bodies and you jump when he suddenly lets out a vicious bark, “Out! Everybody out! This isn’t a fucking sleepover!”
You marvel at the immediate response as people start stirring and lurching upright, walking zombie-like to the elevator. Diego is walking towards you by the couch when he grabs a girl’s wrist as she skirts around him.
“Not you,” he growls, collapsing onto the couch and letting his robe fall open entirely, revealing the large, proudly straining erection between his legs. Your mouth drops open and you feel your cheeks blush like the heat of a thousand suns. The girl goes to her knees in front of Diego and he lets his head loll over the back of the couch, just casually gesturing with a hand at his cock. “You know what to do.”
Before anything gets…started…you’re talking again, “Oh. My god. Okay, I’ll just go somewhere else while you…uh…do that–”
“No!” Diego barks, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly so you can’t move away. “I like an audience.”
You let out a little whimper of protest, but he just tightens his grip on your hands. You try to cover your eyes with your other hand but he grunts, “Look, look, look, Y/N!”
You let your hand drop away and are forced to watch as the girl takes his massive cock into her mouth. Diego’s head drops back and his shoulders heave as he groans with pleasure. He looks over at you, capturing you in his dark gaze as the girl starts bobbing up and down. He loosens his grip on your hand a little, squeezing gently and stroking your fingers almost…almost lovingly. God, this is–you don’t know what this is.
His face is open and vulnerable, completely destroyed with lust. His mouth hangs open as he emits broken grunts and moans. You can’t look away. The sounds he makes as he unravels, the way his facial expression twitches and crumples as his orgasm nears, his other hand grabbing the girl’s hair and forcing her to take him deeper as he roars with his finish. It’s all beautiful and sick and overwhelming and hot. So hot. His dick falls from the girl’s mouth with an obscene pop and he growls without ever looking away from you, “Get the fuck outta here.”
The girl scurries away and he’s still staring into your eyes, his erection rapidly softening between his spread legs. You must look like a beet, you’re blushing so red. And you’re so worked up with a mixture of embarrassment, arousal, jealousy and shame that there are tears in your eyes. This man has brought you to tears twice in your two-day acquaintance. That can’t be a good omen.
“You’re jealous,” he whispers, reading your thoughts. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
You finally shut your eyes against his relentless stare and a single tear falls over your cheek.
“Please, Diego. Let me…let me go,” you need to be released from the intensity of this moment before you do something stupid. For a second you fear that he won’t listen, but his fingers loosen and he lets your hand drop away from his.
You flee. Rushing to the bathroom and shutting yourself inside. Rather than burst into tears–which is what you’d been expecting–you stagger against the wall and greedily rip at the button of your jeans, diving your hand inside your panties and stroking yourself with abandon until you come with a silent sob.
Yup, trouble. You’re in it.
A/N: There’s going to be more of this!
IDK, @flower-petal-blooming @glowingpena this is bonkers, sorry.
#Diego Jiménez#Diego Jiménez x reader#Diego Jiménez imagine#starz power#maurice compte#chelsfic#smut#Damnit Diego
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swanky fortune - part seven | t.h.
Summary: life keeps you apart, Tom has a rotten morning and you return to your life
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Song I listened to while writing: Dance Monkey by Tones and I
Author’s Note: I did it y’all. I hope you’re proud of me, because I honestly did not think I would pull through. This part had me squealing, will you squeal with me? Also, trying some new pics, gif is not mine! Make sure to leave some feedback :’)
Warnings: cussing and swearing
Word Count: 3,6k
Masterlist
Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?
“Yes. I am. And you are…?”
The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.
“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”
Wait, what?
Your smile faltered and you frowned at him.
“You are? But Tom said that he was going to drive me to the airport,” you pointed out and the man- Felix, ducked his head.
“Mr. Holland was called away, he has some important business to take care of and he asked me to escort you to the airport.”
You couldn’t help but feel disappointment wash over you. Of course you understood, honestly you were really surprised that Tom was able to spend so much time with you as he already did, but if you had known, you would have said good bye properly the last time you saw him. Hell, you couldn’t even remember when you saw him last.
“Oh, yes. That makes sense. Uhm. Just let me grab my stuff real quick,” you told Felix, your tone much more subdued and you went inside to grab your luggage.
“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself and shouldered the backpack, dragging your suitcase to the doorway where he was waiting for you.
“Let me take that for you,” Felix said and grabbed your suitcase, before making his way over to the elevator, leaving you to follow him.
You were flipping over your phone in your hand as you walked over the marbled floor to the elevator, your phone blinking, an apology text from Tom already waiting for you.
Tom: I hope you read this before Felix comes to pick you up, but I can’t drive you to the airport. I know this sucks because we couldn’t finish our conversation from last night, but my agent is really on my arse about this and I wouldn’t cancel on you if this wasn’t important. I’m really, really sorry and if it helps, I haven’t had the best morning anyways. I promise I will make it up to you.
Tom: Have a safe flight love, let me know when you land xx
With a sigh you locked your phone and slipped it in the pocket of your backpack. You were way too emotional to form a reply right now, you were going to wait until you calmed down to text him back. You followed Felix out of the hotel and clambered into the backseat of the car.
“Do you want to stop for breakfast on the way to the airport?” Felix asked, looking back to you after he’s got in the driver’s seat.
You shook your head, buckling up.
“No, I’m fine. We can go straight to the airport, thanks.”
He nodded and turned his eyes back on the street before he started the drive towards the airport, with the radio providing the only sound in the car.
You leaned your head against the window and watched buildings pass by in a blur, before you closed your eyes.
“Good bye Los Angeles,” you mumbled under your breath when you opened your eyes again, but the only thing you were seeing was Tom smiling at you and his warm, brown eyes.
A couple hours before, across the city…
“Mate, you gotta wake up.”
Tom whined in his sleep and turned over in his king-size bed, huffing a breath out of his nostrils before his breath evened out again, small snores filling the room.
Harrison hesitated. Tom had stumbled into the apartment pretty late the night before and he had only muttered out a quick ‘Argument with Jeff’ out, before he disappeared into his bedroom.
Harrison had wanted to go in to cheer his best mate up a bit, but standing outside the door, he had heard muffled talking, Tom’s soft voice and he knew that someone else was already taking care of that. It was why it was so much harder for him to wake him up now, knowing how upset Tom was going to be with the change of plans.
“Tom, seriously, wake up,” Harrison said gently and shook the brunet by the shoulders.
“Whatttt?” Tom groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, his other reaching for his phone.
“It’s not even time for me to get up to drive Y/N to the airport, bro.”
“Jeff is here,” Harrison told him and Tom sat up, blinking at him in confusion.
“Here here?”
Harrison gave him a look and Tom sighed, throwing the blanket back and getting out of his comfortable bed. If his agent really showed up in person at his place, it wasn’t a good sign.
He headed into his bathroom to brush his teeth and scowl at his reflection in the mirror, before he slipped on some sweats and a t shirt.
“Morning Jeff,” Tom yawned while he padded to the kitchen where Jeff was talking to Harry and Sam.
“Look who’s finally awake,” Jeff said sarcastically and the twins quickly disappeared into the backyard with Harrison as the tension rose in the room. Jeff was a great agent, Tom was really thankful for everything he’s done. But he’s also a stickler to the rules. If it was Jeff’s call, Tom was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any time off anymore and just spend it getting interviewed, doing photoshoots and making sure his image was clean as slate.
It was safe to say that they got along greatly professionally. Personally? Not that much.
Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard before pouring himself some coffee. “It’s not even nine am, cut back the sarcasm. Do you want some coffee?”
Jeff shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. So Tom was right. His agent was not here to congratulate him for the premiere the day before.
“So, what’s up?” Tom asked, sipping on his coffee while he stared at Jeff.
Jeff stared back at him, his forehead creased. “You’ve been slacking off the last few days, Tom. I can’t believe you blew off the photo shoot with Cosmopolitan on Friday.”
“I was tired, Jeff. And it was the day before the premiere, did you really expect me to have time to do a photo shoot on top of everything?” Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It really was too early for all of this.
“But you had the time to hang around that fan who won the Brothers Trust ruffle?”
Tom narrowed his eyes at Jeff. He didn’t particularly like the direction Jeff was steering this conversation to. “Her name’s Y/N.”
“Y/N,” Jeff hissed, massaging his temples. “The reason why you almost got mobbed at the Four Seasons if it weren’t for me?”
“It wasn’t her fault, I wasn’t being careful,” Tom pointed out and Jeff snorted, leaning on the counter with his hands.
“That’s exactly my point. She’s distracting you. I have never seen you out of your game like this before, she’s messing with your head and it’s not good, Tom. I thought you always prided yourself on being focused and always giving your best when you’re working,” Jeff taunted and Tom slapped a hand on the counter, feeling anger simmering up in him.
“Do not turn my words against me, Jeff,” He snapped out. “You know I’ve never liked doing so many photo shoots, I’m an actor for god’s sake, not a model.”
“It was a promotional shoot. For your new movie, remember?”
“Don’t patronize me.”
Tom downed the last of the coffee before he put the empty mug in the dishwasher, sighing. In the end, he knew that Jeff just wanted the best for his career, and Tom really owed him a lot of his success.
“Why are you here, Jeff?” he then asked, his voice milder than before. He was tired and the more he fought, the longer this conversation was going to be (and the longer you had to wait for him).
“I’m here to accompany you to the Cosmopolitan photoshoot. They agreed to a second shoot to make up for the one you ditched,” Jeff said and Tom’s eyes widened, he was shaking his head vigorously.
“No no no, I can’t. I’m supposed to bring Y/N to the airport, and this wasn’t planned, I- What the fuck, Jeff?” He argued agitated and Jeff only held up a hand, uncharacteristically calm.
“Zendaya and Jake are also going to be there. There’s no way you can get out of this.”
Tom stared at his agent in disbelief before he threw his hands up, cursing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this Jeff,” he muttered, his heart sinking when he thought of you. “Y/N’s going to be so upset.”
Jeff clasped Tom on the back, his face sporting a grin. “If she really is that amazing like you’re painting her to be, she’ll understand buddy. Now get dressed.”
oOo
“Ahhhh! I can’t believe you asked Zendaya how her kiss with Zac was!” Luisa yelled and pulled you in for a hug.
“Geez, is that really how you greet me?” you snorted and patted her back before you pulled away, shouldering your backpack. Even though the flight was quite pleasant, it still was rough to spend nine hours in a cramped up seat.
She shot you a beaming smile and wrapped an arm around your neck as you made your way to the exit of the airport.
“Can’t have you get all cocky just because you walked the red carpet with some celebrities,” she teased and you rolled your eyes fondly, heaving your suitcase in the trunk of Luisa’s car, getting in the passenger seat.
“So, I ordered some pizza and we’ll just pick it up on the way home. I figured you wouldn’t want to go out for food after your flight,” Luisa said and you gave her a grateful smile, buckling up as she started her car.
You turned your phone on, and waited as the apple logo lit up, before the phone pinged excessively.
“Jeez,” you muttered, swiping through your notifications.
Messages: Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅
Messages: Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013, hazosterfield, paddyholland2004 and five others started following you.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Messages: Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Messages: Harrison: hey did u land yet
Messages: Harrison: tom thinks that u r mad at him
Messages: Harrison: pls text him back, he’s starting to annoy me
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
The corners of your mouth ticked up. This was a bit excessive, even for Tom. You swiped right on Harrison’s text, letting him know you landed, before you opened Tom’s texts:
You: it’s okay. Not going to lie, I am a little bit disappointed tho. How will you make it up to me?
You: Why would it help to hear that you haven’t had a great morning? Are you okay?
THREE UNREAD MESSAGES
Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼
Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅
Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔
Frowning, you pursed your lips. It seemed like Tom was really having trouble with something lately, but it was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, so you just let it slide.
You: Yep, just got off the plane 😊
You: Did you go through all of my insta posts?
You then opened Instagram, just to see red hearts blinking at the bottom of the screen, indicating the number of posts Tom had liked. Shaking your head, you dropped your phone in your lap and leaned your elbow against the window. What a dork.
Luisa glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your serene smile, before turning her attention back on the road.
“What’s gotten you all smile-y?” she wanted to know and you shrugged, pursing your lips. You hadn’t told Luisa anything about what has happened between you and Tom yet, you weren’t even sure why.
“Just glad to be home.”
Luisa scoffed and as the car rolled to a stop by a red light, she poked your thigh. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather be home than with Tom Holland? Girl, don’t even try to fool me.”
You flushed and turned away, clearing your throat.
“Jeez, the last time you were this red was when Julian from biology kissed you.”
She eyed you when you kept silent at her jab and her eyes widened comically as it dawned on her.
“Holy shit, did you kiss Tom Holland?”
“What? No, of course not,” you lied and Luisa cackled, shaking her head.
“Oh my god you totally did. Fuck, I deeply respect you, Y/N,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me, I need details!”
“I’ll tell you at home, for god’s sake keep your eyes on the road!”
Luisa laughed gleefully, but luckily, she didn’t mention it for the rest of the drive. After having picked up the pizza at your trusted Italian, you finally headed home and you nearly cried in relief when you tossed your luggage in the corner of the living room and dropped down on the couch. It’s been a long day.
“Hey, get up or the pizza will get cold,” Luisa said, kicking your foot that was hanging off the couch. “Don’t think you can get out of telling me all about that smooch with Tom Holland.”
Groaning loudly, you propped yourself up and dragged yourself to the table, opening the pizza carton all the while Luisa was staring at you with expecting eyes. You knew she was not going to let it go until you gave her every small detail about you and Tom.
Picking the mushrooms off of your slice, you let out a sigh before diving into your story and Luisa was clinging to every word that left your mouth.
“I can’t believe it,” she said after you’ve finished. “And you guys didn’t even have a chance to finish that conversation?”
You shook your head and she made a ‘yikes’ face. “I wouldn’t want to live through that cliffhanger.”
“Tell me about it,” you muttered and pushed your half eaten pizza away. Your stomach was full and you knew there was a bunch of assignments waiting for you to start on them, it couldn’t wait any longer.
“Thanks for the pizza Lu,” you said and kissed her on the head. She smiled cheesily at you and waved her slice in your direction.
“I’m here if you need to talk!”
Sending her a thumbs up, you lugged your suitcase in your bedroom and cracked it open, tossing most of its content into the hamper for laundry later, before you sat down at your desk to get some work done.
As the sun set over the horizon, you had managed to check in with all of your professors to get the assignments you had to catch up on, contact fellow students for the material from the classes you had missed and outline an essay that was due the next week. Your eyes were drooping and you shut your laptop before pushing it away from you, stretching your arms with a yawn.
Reaching for your phone, you rubbed over your eyes as you scanned your notifications, your heart thumping in your chest when you caught sight of Tom’s name.
Tom: what? How’d you know?
Tom: oh shit I liked all of them 🤦♂
Tom: sorry, that probably creeped you out
Tom: how was your flight? what’re you up to right now? x😊
Biting on your lip, you let out a snort and swiveled in your chair. How can one be so Instagram inapt? It wasn’t like he was of a different generation, either.
You: it’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute, you’re like a fifteen year old with a crush
You: It was okay. I got plenty of sleep even though the person behind me kept jabbing their knee into my seat. I just caught up with everything I’ve missed from university. What are you doing? Something more exciting, I hope?
You exited the text chain and checked the time, pursing your lips. It’d be eleven pm in Los Angeles right now, but honestly, you weren’t even sure if he was still in the States or not. If you were honest, this was another part that held you back from throwing yourself into a relationship with Tom. The contrast between your lives could not be any more different. How would a relationship with him even work out if he was travelling most of the time and you were stuck back in your apartment, getting your degree?
The sound of your phone chiming a couple of times distracted you from your depressing thoughts and when you turned your phone to look at the notifications, you were surprised to see that Tom had already messaged you back.
Tom: trust me, I was much much worse when I was fifteen. Believe it or not, this is progress 🤷♂
Tom: I’m in South Korea!! Just finishing up the press tour before I finally head home
South Korea, huh.
You looked up the time in South Korea – around three pm – and wrinkled your nose. You returned to the textchain and his name was staring at you from the top of your phone screen. He must be in the middle of interviews and press meetings, you wondered how he found the time to text you. Tapping your finger nails against the side of your phone, you formulated the text message in your head, not wanting to type mindlessly on the keyboard before erasing all of it again.
Do you not have to do interviews? No, that sounded too harsh.
What are you doing right now? L a m e.
You groaned and pressed the phone against your forehead. Why was this so hard? You just made fun of Tom and his incompetence around Instagram and now you were sitting here, taking forever to reply to a simple text.
You: Press tour huh? Aren’t you supposed to, you know, actually do press instead of texting me? 🤔
Looked good enough.
A vibration announced of the arrival of a new text from him and you didn’t even have the time to exit the text chain. Damn that boy was a fast texter.
Tom: I am doing press. For myself. On you. Is it working?
Was it working? Judging by the smile on your face, it definitely was. But you were certainly not going to tell him that. As you were typing your reply, his text was pushed up by a new one.
Tom: I actually have to go now. Talk to you later? x
You pressed your lips together, forcing the ever growing smile on your face to shrink a bit, before you deleted what you had previously written and replaced it with a one word reply.
You: definitely.
Inhaling deeply, you felt your heart hammer against your rib cage and you smiled widely at the ceiling. Wow, you definitely were smitten with him. But he made it so easy. Why did he have to be so endearing and cute and nice? It was not going to be easy to resist him. Not that you had been doing a good job so far anyway.
oOo
The next couple of weeks flew by and next to the life crushing work you were doing for university, you had found your rhythm in your daily routine again. The daily routine that now apparently included a nightly phone or video call from Tom, because that was just how life worked right?
You glanced at the time stamp on your phone as you jogged up the stairs of your apartment building, breath coming short. It was nearing the time Tom was usually calling and you weren’t even home. Your calculus had class had run late and your stomach was grumbling since you hadn’t eaten anything yet.
Even though Tom’s texts that day were a lot more sparse than usual, you had blamed it on a probably packed schedule on his side, rather than throwing yourself into the pit of self-doubt. He was finally back home, surrounded by his family and friends, you were glad that he wasn’t constantly on the phone to text you.
Nevertheless, he’d always called you. Every night. So you wanted to get home, shovel some food in and burrow yourself in your bedroom by the time Tom called, because Luisa had this annoying habit of eavesdropping and giggling during your phone calls with Tom.
You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached your floor, keys already dangling in your hand. A delicious smell of tomato sauce wafted through the air and you were crossing your fingers that they were coming from your kitchen; Luisa really made a kick ass Spaghetti Bolognese if she got off of her ass.
Unlocking your door, you dropped your backpack unceremoniously by the wall and your whole apartment was smelling like an Italian restaurant. It was almost like heaven.
“You’re a godsend Lu!” you called towards the kitchen where you could hear her tinkering with the pots. You kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your jacket, before stumbling into the kitchen.
“I’m starving, I only grabbed a banana before I left for class and I forgot my wallet at home so I-.”
Your words died in your throat when you saw Tom standing in front of you, dressed in grey sweats and a white t shirt with a red stain on it. He was holding a spatula in one hand and was staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a sheepish grin.
“Hi darling. Hope you’re hungry.”
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Fucking Lucky
5.5K Followers Oneshot
Summary: A secret that the reader has been keeping is revealed.
Prompt: “There’s someone in the house!”
Pairing: cop!Dean x Reader
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“Y/N.” You feel your husband’s familiar calloused hand rubbing up and down your bare arm. “You gotta wake up.”
“No.” You barely mumble, lazily swatting his hand away. “Sleep.”
“Y/N!” The urgency in Dean’s voice paired with the abrupt shaking of your shoulder snaps you to attention.
“Whatttt.” You whine at him as the bright neon numbers on the nightstand catch your attention. It’s mother fucking 4am.
“Loud noises woke me up. There might be somebody downstairs.” Dean delivers calmly, swinging his strong legs off of the king sized bed. “I’m gonna go check it out.”
“There’s someone in the house!” You yelp with a higher volume than intended.
“Shhhh.”
“Shit. Did I forget to put the alarm on?” You whisper wearily, only getting an exasperated grunt in return. Oh man. If you both survive this, Dean is so going to kill you.
“Baby, if I’m not back in five minutes then call 911.” Dean rushes towards the bedroom door with his glock 22 in hand.
“You’re leaving me alone?” You squeak, scrambling ungracefully out of the twisted bed sheets. “No way. I’m coming!”
“I don’t have time for this, Y/N.” Dean groans roughly at you. “The noise could be coming from the basement. Just stay here and lock the door behind me.”
You nod quickly, watching your husband vanish through the doorway within seconds. You’re fully awake now, allowing your tired mind to finally catch up with reality. And that’s when it hits you...
“Oh my damn!” You screech, swinging the wooden door open so forcefully that it bangs against the wall.
You fly down the carpet covered staircase and race into your open styled kitchen like a mad woman. Just in time to see Dean reach for the doorknob that leads down into your finished basement.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dean snaps in a hushed tone, watching with wide eyes as you speed walk over to him.
“Um...I think it was a false alarm, Dean.” You position yourself firmly in front of door, as if that could stop the 6’1 muscled man before you. “Let’s go back to bed.”
“Go. Upstairs.” He growls making you vehemently shake your head. “I swear to god, Y/N...”
“There’s no one down there!” You exclaim loudly, ignoring the incessant pounding in your chest. “Well not exactly...”
“Huh?” Dean’s arm reluctantly drops down to his side, his weapon now resting in his relaxed hand. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Please don’t freak out, babe. It was supposed to be a surprise...”
“Oh this should be good.” Your husband scoffs obnoxiously, placing his gun down on top of the kitchen counter.
“Dean Winchester. Don’t be an ass.” You scold, causing him to start grumbling under his breath.
He nods his head with an apologetic expression, then moves in your direction as you open the basement door. Quietly walking down the stairs, you both freeze when shredded white fluffiness comes into view.
“What the...” Your husband’s face is priceless as he takes in the ripped dog bed and blankets. His eyes travel to the panting creature in the room who looks very proud of his destruction.
“Surprise.” You add weakly, gesturing towards the rambunctious German Shepherd bouncing around.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Dean huffs pacing around the floor, he stops when the large dog bolts towards you looking happy as can be.
“His name is Rocky. He’s one year old and he’s fucking awesome.” You explain quickly, unable to stop the wide smile spreading across your face. “Ya know Linda who works in my office?”
“Yeah. This is her dog...I remember you talking about him.” Dean adds eying you suspiciously. “You showed me some pictures on Facebook.”
“Right. Linda has to move into a new apartment and they don’t allow dogs. So I volunteered to take Rocky.”
Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, purposely digging his fingernails into the skin. He’s doing everything he can to not flip his shit right now.
“Thanks for including me in that decision, sweetheart.” Dean deadpans. “Not only did you bring a dog into the house, you brought one with freaking anger issues.”
“Rocky doesn’t have anger issues!” You groan with an exaggerated eye roll. “He’s just bored and restless being down here. I don’t blame him.”
Dean sighs deeply, dragging an exhausted hand down his face, “And you were gonna tell me about this when?” He questions leaning down to pet the latest addition to the household.
“I was going to tell you tomorrow, preferably right after we had a lot of sex.” You giggle softly making your husband shake his head in amusement.
Dean lets a smile break out when Rocky’s tail starts wagging a mile a minute, “Jesus Christ. I guess we have a dog now.” He shrugs playfully.
“Isn’t he adorable? He’s so soft and furry!” You grin making your husband laugh.
“Yeah he seems alright.” Dean chuckles, the Shepherd plopping down in front of him, clearly waiting for a belly rub.
“Sooo we have a dog now!” You squeal with excitement. “I’m gonna buy him a flannel shirt that matches one of yours. You guys will be twins!”
Dean’s eyes widen, imagining the craziness he’ll have to endure because of his incredible wife, “You’re fucking lucky that you’re both really cute, Y/N.” He adds with smirk.
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rant no. i don’t remember35687
posted this on my private instagram account
honestly it is scary to openly express on my main
i cannot believe there are still people out there
capable of hating in this time
do you even know how fucking DARK and SAD and unfortunately POWERFUL the word HATE is?
and you truly can do that?
i hope you heal
truly
so coming back 2 da point
rant no. i don’t remember :
got to wash my fucking hair today and that’s amazing cause i woke up at a good fucking time when society’s solar could take the fucking hot water and let me be hygienic cause now i’m genuinely wanting to have a fucking shower so that i take care of myself but life has its own ways no so i couldn’t for like 2 days 😃but i’m grateful for the hot fucking water i finally got today to pour on my body and clean up my bathroom real well and put up these beautiful fucking flowers that i received on 22nd january which is my birth date lol and i absolutely fucking love sunflowers and siya got me white ones and wow that is so thoughtful and i was really proud of myself for cleaning up n making this fucking sink look all clean and organised and nice and was wanting to share this dump on my main so spread some positivity but i’m so fucking tired 😄 of pretending so now i will fucking rant 😄 and not pretend. and maybe share all of this fucking shit on my main itself when i have the desire. cause social media should be fucking real. waah. waaaah. what a rant. waah. bye. ok. that was so much anger 😄😃 and now i will go back to praying for papa and making some music and writing 10 more songs i am too fucking sHY AND NERVOUs to share to the world FOR WHat 😃😄😃😄 IDK but i shall figure it out 😁😄😄😀 i love you all always man thanks for accepting me for who n what i am and whoever got till the end of this rant. mAN WHAT PATIENCE YOU HAVE i love you ok gn bye 😃 pls gimme also. but if u did reach the end let me know who u r. pls. <3 :) I JUST really want my father to be conscious and awake soon and his heart to recover it’s working only at 25%, he couldn’t sleep the whole night AND HIS artificial OXYGEN REQUIREMENT INCREASED AGAIN for his lungs 🫁 NO I WILL NOT LET thAt HAPPEN😃 logically possible?? nO 😃 SO I WILL FIND Other ways but please this cannot happen bye. see u soon cause i know this account is gonna turn CRAZY 😄 FULL 😄 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED leave b4 it’s 2 late then don’t tell me i’m ‘too much’ just stfu 😄😃👋🏼😄😶 ok enuf said hAHA amruta OBVIOUSly ok stop-
i really don’t want my father to die
honestly i’m shook how i haven’t run away already and fallen for my impulse and not made selfish decisions and im still alive wow yay therapist said that me strong u all say me strong but me sometimes don’t feel strong
but thank u for reminding me that i am strong
maybe i am
guess that’s how im alive
but aren’t we all?
therapist also said i’m drowning further
cause i’m getting so deep into my diagnosis
cause in life a lot of people i love and love me back
have unintentionally labelled me with words
and diagnosis
and then i started doing that 2
but therapist said diagnosis are for doctors to understand
i am my own individual. i am not my diagnosis.
honestly now i just want to concentrate on being alive, making sure papa is alive, my family and loved ones are healthy and make some music. but before papa gets better my entire focus is just going to be his recovery.
.
.
.
whilst all of this happens my mother and uncle happen to be the only 2 emergency contacts in mumbai cause due to covid none of us are allowed to be in the hospital
i will be allowed to see him once he’s out of the covid unit
in case of emergency only i will go cause god forbid covid doesn’t leave and papa decides to i want to see him
cause in covid they don’t allow you to touch the bodies
:)
and and and guess whatttt
and meanwhile, my brother??? -_-
MY BROTHER who claims to be a mental health supporter
feminist ( pls this is the worst first apologise to ur own sis) -_-
kRanTikAari
i am in so much of shock :Ddddddd
my brother went and tried to take Hope’s ownership
from me too
his father’s genes
have started acting up
since he turned 25
they actually always existed and showed and it was fucking sad
and today the golden champ
i fucking loved so much
is a narcissist himself
a fake feminist
misogynist basically
tried to bring the whole family down
and says blocking everyone who ever says anything upsetting to him…so basically not convenient to him is ‘his approach’ to trauma -_- escape
oh -_- so you get to ‘run away’ at 30 -__-
conveniently use your ‘sister’ for ‘public support’ -__-
still keep the funds like a king that i have no idea about -__-
then still take money from the family you apparently hAtE -___-
then run away with Hope and separate her from Peace which is genuinely the biggest sin you can do due to which both of the pups go through so much of separation anxiety :(
then also block sister after she asks you to not involve her in your social media stunts -__-
right after you share Hope with her and she decides to help you -___- even financially
and then try to steal ownership from her
of her pet !!!
because you conveniently started calling her ‘yours’ after not even knowing what shampoo she’s been using for her body and her skin issues since 6 years -__-
due to lack of acceptance of your own mistakes
you go ahead and call everyone wrong
i wish you healing truly brother
i wish you truly work on healing your trauma
without lies and delusional stories you make up
for ‘public support’ and ‘amplification’
just to justify the trauma you have caused otherwise -_-
you aren’t the only one hurt !!! is my point !!! if only you understand, accepted and acknowledged this with the amount of grace you accept your own hurt with.
i don’t know why doesn’t your father do that for you -_-
and how do you get to blame us all -_- but ur own dad
go find him na -_- why every1 else -_-
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Unknown Caller
Yoongi x Reader.
Summary: Yoongi‘s annoying ex girlfriend FaceTimes him while he’s eating you out.
Warning: no plot, just smut. Smut smut smut smut smut.
A/N: I hate how my brain works. Like it when I want it work it and write out all the ideas I have it doesn’t want to, but when I’m busy with work or school it wants to spew something out. Also just realized the word ‘to’ isn’t between like or face time. Freaky.
Yoongi’s tongue was like a fine wine, with age it’s gets better over time. And right now you were having yourself a nice tall glass of it Cheval Blanc,1947.
His tongue swiveled and swirled over your precious bundle of nerves, sending you into a state of euphoria. You moaned out his continuously reminding him how good he was making you feel.
Suddenly you felt him stop and your imagery of you floating on clouds came crashing down. You stared down at him to see him reaching for his phone. “Excuse me, sir. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Hush, my phone was ringing.” He remained between your legs but had let go of your of left thigh to reach for his buzzing phone.
“Who is it?”
Yoongi scoffed, “Take a guess.” He showed you his phone to display ‘Unknown’ across his screen, it was only one person that would be calling Yoongi’s phone and the word unknown would pop up.
It was Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, Gretchen. Out of all Yoongi’s exes, Gretchen has been the most troublesome, actually she’s the only troublesome.
Yoongi doesn’t like leaving any relationship with any stones unturned, the two of you may never speak again but at least you two will leave each other with respect at the fact that you were grown up to solve your problsems with one another, if there were ever any, and no pout and stomp around hating each other like children.
Majority of his exes have been very mature and understanding, Y/N has even had coffee with two of the on two different occasions. Gretchen however, Y/N would like nothing more to pour searing coffee all over her head.
She was Yoongi’ last girl before you, Yoongi says she was his biggest mistake. Not only was she a huge control freak, she was verbally and often physically abusive to him. The relationship was just Yoongi catering to her needs and if he didn’t she’s make sure you felt her rath. Yoongi grew tired of it and broke off their relationship.
“Hand me the phone.” You sat up to grab it, Yoongi pulled it away. “Why?”
“Don’t ask questions, just eat.” Yoongi shrugged, assuming you were just going to hang up and went back down on you.
Gretchen usually calls about two times and then she FaceTimes.
Yoongi’s phone rang again, it was a face time call, you answered it.
“Hello Gretchen.” You smirked.
“Really, he’s letting you answer his phone. I thought he’d be a little more original than that and answer it himself.”
“Well he could have answered it, but his a little bit busy at the moment.”
“Oh yeah doing what?” She rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think you wanna know.”
“Look I don’t have time for games ____, give Yoongi the phone.”
“Sorry can’t do that his hands are full.” You shrugged.
“Okay then turn the camera on him.”
Those were the words exact words you knew she’d say. She’s so fucking predictable, she brings this all on herself.
“Are you sure?” You smirked.
“I wouldn’t have said it unless I was sure.” She mumbled the word dumbass under her breath.
“Alright you asked for it. Honey, Gretchen would like to speak to you.” You turned them camera around and watched Gretchen’s face drop at the sight of Yoongi eating you out. The flashlight turned on, it being dark in the room and all, giving you and Gretchen a pretty good glimpse at the mess Yoongi was making between your legs.
He had your juices everywhere, from his forehead, to his chin, he even had some in his hair. He was so lost in you you had to repeat yourself. “Babe,” your hand came down into view to pull his head up.
He looked annoyed, “Whatttt.” He groaned, face all scrunched up from the bright light shining in his face. “The hell you got the flashlight in for.” He murmured, placing his lips back on you.
You giggled, “Because- ahhh fuck.” He’d taken his fingers and spread you open to get to your clit more.
“Yoongi, easy there baby. We have a guest.”
He was so out of it not a word you said made it to his ears. “Baby did you hear what I said?”
“I’m not paying attention to you.” He sucked yours lips in his mouth and pulled them, moaning.
Gretchen look mortified, well not that mortified because she was still on the phone. You couldn’t blame her. Yoongi was eating you alive, he’s so passionate when gives oral, quite the theatrical performance if you do say so yourself. You can’t look away.
You turned the camera on yourself again with a shit eating grin on your face. “As you can see Yoongi is very busy.”
“Damn you taste so fucking good.” A slap could be heard off camera. You bit your lip smiling. “And he can’t come to the phone right now, but you’re more than welcome to call back in a little bit. I’m sure he’ll be done in a little while-ooohh shit baby.”
“You like that?” He pushed his long digit inside you, curving them up.
“Fuck yes, add another.” You gasped when he did. “Yes just like that.” You opened your eyes to see Gretchen had tears forming in her eye.
“Or you could call back in like thirty seconds, fuck Yoongi!” You hung up the phone.
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so jeremyyyy have you ever gotten marked ;))
Jeremy: NO-
Michael: you’re so defensive when you literally gave me nECK PAINS
Jeremy: Michael- I’m sorry- but they didn’t ask you
Michael: why are you so defensive about it though- if you weren’t so tall then oh boy buddy
Jeremy: o-oh- *v v v red*
Michael: fUcking come hERE *pulls jerome down by the collar of his shirt ;))*
Jeremy: I’m not that tall Michael-
Michael: well this is more exciting *give jeremy a yeehaw ;)*
Jeremy: Michael- I- *v v v v v red*
Michael: *kiss ùwú*
Jeremy: you didn’t have to do that-
Michael: But I did- and I’ll do it again~
Jeremy: *big blush man* and you say I’m the kinky one
Michael: mmmhmmm~
Later: yeehaw
Jeremy: Michael why- *has a hoodie on to hide his neck*
Michael: because I felt like it
Jeremy: there’s like- 10-
Michael: mhmmmm
Jeremy: *pulls up his hoodie* hhhhhh
Michael: aww Jeremy’s EMBARRASSED
Jeremy: *v muffled bc his literally inside the hoodie* shut up
Michael: do you want moreee~?
Jeremy: hhhhhhh *hides in the hoodie*
Michael: *pulls on Jerome’s arm* jeremyyyy
Jeremy: whatttt
Michael: kISS ME
Jeremy: you kinky little- *kiss owo*
Michael: *yEEHAW*
Jeremy: *moans OOP TEEHEE MOCHAEL PACKSON UP IN THE HOUSE*
Michael: *YEEEEEEHAW*
Jeremy: M-Michael please- my d-dad is home
Michael: ughhh you’re no fun *v long kiss uwu*
Jeremy: fine- do whatever you want
Michael: *YEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAW*
Jeremy: *big blush man* *moaning man teehee*
Michael: *yyyyeeeeehhhhaaaawwww cowboy*
Jeremy: mmmm~ (I AM SO SORRY)
Michael: *kisses Jerome’s forehead :”)* how was thattt~?
Jeremy: *v v v v red*
Michael: *yeehaw*
Jeremy: I t-think people wi-Will know I’m taken b-by now-
Michael: mmmmaybe~
Jeremy: are you d-done- or do I have to stay standing at your level- my legs hurt
Michael: *yEEHAW* now I’m doneeee
Jeremy: my neck- is in pain
Michael: it’s really bruised
Jeremy: hm I wonder why
Michael: *anime boy giggle* there’s no use trying to hide all of them
Jeremy: but- school starts tomorrow-
Michael: mhmmmm~
Jeremy: I’m wearing a hoodie tomorrow-
Michael: what about the ones on the front?
Jeremy: I don’t know michael- but my dad told me to calm down- you REALLY need to calm down
Michael: oh shut up you liked it
Jeremy: maybe
Michael: *yeehAW*
Jeremy: I never knew you were this kinky-
Michael: well now you do~ *YEEHAWYEehaw*
Jeremy: *yeehaw* now it’s only fair
Michael: *pushes jerome against a wall* no I refuse *yeehawyeehawyeehawyeehaw*
Jeremy: kinky
Michael: shut uP *yEEEEEEEEHAW*
Jeremy: Michael I’m pretty sure you have a kinks even tho you deney it every time
Michael: I’m never gonna tell you what it is-
Jeremy: please mikeyyyyy~
Michael: nO-
Jeremy: okay okay fineee~
Michael: jeremyyyyyyyyyyy~
Jeremy: what?
Michael: uwu hewwo
Jeremy: hewwo~
Michael: *v v v v v v v v v v v long kiss :”)*
Jeremy: you do realize it’s gonna look like we did it-
Michael: sooooooo~?
Jeremy: o-oh *v v v v red boye*
Michael: *YEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAW*
Jeremy: *moaning boye teehee*
Mr. Heere: I’m going out boys! Have fun!
Michael: *yEehaw*
Jeremy: m-Michael you’-you’re going to make me b-bleed
Michael: fineee- last one~ *yEEHAW*
Jeremy: *touches his neck* OW-
Michael: *kiss úwù* I love youuuu
Jeremy: I love you too~
Michael: *yEEHAW*
Jeremy: *v moaning boye??*
Michael: *YYYYYEEEEEEHHHHHAAAAWWW*
Jeremy: *pulls Michael’s hair (in a kinky way??) ;))*
Michael: *mOANS XD MOCHEL PACKSON* *YEEHAW*
Jeremy: I’m pretty sure you like your hair pulled
Michael: I-I- sssshut uP- *redredredred*
Jeremy: *pulls his hair and smirks;)*
Michael: *mOANS XD LOL LMAO* i- jEREMY STOP-!
Jeremy: fine~
Michael: I- c-can you do it again-?
Jeremy: oh? I thought you didn’t want me to
Michael: w-well-
Jeremy: well, anything for you~ *pulls his hair teehee*
Michael: *mOans XD OWO MICCHEL PACKSOM* J-Jeremy-!
Jeremy: yes baby?~
Michael: I-I- *redredredredred*
Jeremy: oh, was that just because you liked it?~
Michael: I-I- yyyeah-
Jeremy: awe, how cute *pulls his hair teehee;)*
Michael: *mOAns XD OWO ÚWÙ MICHELLE PACKSON* s-stop-
Jeremy: okay okay~
Michael: a-are we done-
Jeremy: are you soft Michael again?
Michael: I-I- uh- I guess-
Jeremy: *kisses his forehead forgetting about his neck bc yeah*
Michael: *yEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAWYEEHAW*
Jeremy: *giggly boye* are you going to keep doing this
Michael: I’m- really tired now- and hungry- gET ME FOOD PEASANT
Jeremy: okay okay *walks downstairs*
Mr. Heere: OH MY GOD JEREMY DID YOU FALL?? YOUR NECK IS ALL PURPLE!
Michael: *wHEEZES FROM UPSTAIRS :”)*
Jeremy: MICHAEL GET DOWN HERE AND TELL MY DAD
Michael: UGHHH WHY SHOULD I
Jeremy: dad- Michael- he uh-
Mr. Heere: oh...OH- OH MY GOD
Michael: *sonic speeds downstairs* hello heeres
Mr. Heere: michael- that’s a lot- and why is your hair messed up so much??
Michael: ask your son
Jeremy: he has a kink for his hair being pulled *looks over at the michael*
Michael: vital information for your father to know
Jeremy: he asked
Michael: I asked for food and we all know I’m not eating you anytime soon so get me food peasant
Jeremy: *talks as he’s walking to the fridge* I mean no one ever said that
Michael: the American school system did
Jeremy: yeah well frick them it doesn’t matter- we’re dating
Michael: how long does it take you to get my fOod
Jeremy: *throws his hands in the air* I don’t know what you want to eat!
Michael: yOU- or whatever I don’t give a shit
Jeremy: oh? *turns around*
Michael: dont oH me bItch
Jeremy: Michael we can do that later but my dad is here
Michael: yeah I know I’m not an idiot
Mr. Heere: oh by boy Jeremy getting meat
Jeremy: DAD WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
Michael: lets have a jeremy loses his v card party
Mr. Heere: I’ll make a cake! *walks to the stove*
Jeremy: this is not happening-
Michael: yes it isssss~! *runs over to jerome and picks him up*
Jeremy: I wasn’t serious about losing my v card!-
Michael: you sure were earlier *kiss uwu*
Jeremy: I- uh- ugh
Michael: *carries jerome to the couch and puts him on his lap?? ok*
Jeremy: I t-thought you were h-hungry-
Michael: you know what- I’m also thirsty *yEEHAW*
Jeremy: Michael- babe- I don’t want to make noises- my dad is home
Michael: who caresss~
Jeremy: it’s em-embarrassing
Michael: *yEehawyeehawyeehaw*
Jeremy: *m0ans a lot bc hes jeremy*
Michael: *goes on t0p of jerome* *v v v v v v v v long kiss*
Shannon (Michael’s mom pt.1): *calls up the michael*
Michael: *gets 0ff the jerome* hold on- *pIcks uP the phone* hEllo-?
Shannon: honey! Do you have condoms with you? Jeremy’s dad called me- are you ready for this?
Michael: mother what the hEll- no stop- ew-
Shannon: well Jeremy’s dad said Jeremy’s neck was- um- very bruised. Be carful honey- don’t hurt him, we all know how fragile he is
Michael: this kid was pulling my hair earlier that’s not cAREFUL
Shannon: michael honey- don’t hide your kinks from him-
Michael: mOM STOP NO EW
Jeremy: *rolling on the floor laughing*
Shannon: okay go have fun honey! Be safe! *hangs up*
Michael: *redredred* sTOP LAUGHING AT ME J E R E M Y
Jeremy: I CANT BREATHE! *rolling*
Michael: *redredredred* *>:”(* sTop
Jeremy: okay I’m sorry!!
Michael: hMPH *crosses his arms and looks aWay xD anime*
Jeremy: michaellllllll
Michael: I can’t hear youuuu
Jeremy: *pulls his hair*
Michael: *mOans XD OWO ANIME MICHAEL JACSON*
Jeremy: can it hear me now?~
Michael: I-I- uh- I don’t hear anything
Jeremy: *pulls his hair harder teehee* are you sure?
Michael: *m0ans XD ÚWÙ OWO MICHAEL PACKSON* Jeremy s-sTop-! This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you-!
Jeremy: s-so-sorry...*pulls his hood up teehee sad boye*
Michael: it’s fine just- don’t do it again-
Jeremy: n-no it’s no-not o *starts sobbing* kayyyyy
Michael: jere- calm down- *hughughughug*
-next Day, which is the first day of school-
Jeremy: *walks into school with a turtleneck on bc his neck- but it’s like 80 degrees*
Hoboboy101: *approaches jerome* why do you have a turtleneck on ew
Jeremy: oh dear lord you again- and because I want to??
Hoboboy101: you’re sweaty
Jeremy: n-no I’m not *feels his neck* ow-
Hoboboy101: wOAH WAIT I SEE YEEHAWS OMG YOU GOT YEEHAWS??
lots of people: *spot hoboboy and jerome*
Jeremy: N-NO
Hoboboy101: JEREMY HEERE HAS YEEHAWS
Michael: *aPproaches*
Jeremy: NO I DONT-
Michael: *confusion*
Hoboboy101: *yELLS* JEREMY HEERE HAS YEEHAWS EVERYONE LOOK
Jenna: *pOsts about it on twitter*
Jeremy: Michael this clearly didn’t work-
Michael: I told you so-
Jeremy: I would go to the nurse bc it hurts- but I would get so many looks-
Michael: aww poor Jeremy- *kiss uwu*
Hoboboy101: ew u gay that’s ew *spits*
Jeremy: why’d you have to kiss me so much- it hurts-
Michael: I don’t know-
Hoboboy101: *spits on Micheel* ew stop being a gay
Jeremy: no *kiss owo* and I’m not gay, I’m bi
Hoboboy101: *pushes the Jerome* u look like a giraffe
Jeremy: SHOOT *pulls up his turtleneck but it won’t stay up:,)*
Jenna: *PICTUREPUCTYREPICTURE*
Michael: ughhh Jeremy I’m just going to like- skip the first day of school
Hoboboy101: ew why bc ur GAY??
Jeremy: JENNA DONT YOU DARE!
Jenna: *pOST*
Michael: I’m out idiots *lEaves*
Jeremy: *runs after Michael* can I come too-
Michael: I mean- sure-? I was just gonna tell my moms I got sick or something but why not
Jeremy: actually- no- it’s fine- we’ve spent the last 4 days with each other-
Michael: do you want a ride home?
Jeremy: yes please- *looks down*
Michael: is something wrong-?
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It all started in....Dallas.
Alright y’all I’m starting a fanfic, bear with me please as I’ve NEVER done any of this stuff so if y’all have any suggestions, I’d appreciate it! This is a Sidney Crosby fanfic, with a few cameos from others like the Dallas Stars here and there. The beginning will be different than what you expect! Here we go!
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Ty: Hey so you comin or not?
You: Ty I just got out from a TWELVE hour shifr the last thing I wanna do is go out
Ty: cmON! The boys miss you, shit I miss you
Anddddd, youre fave is here too, which is me lol jk
You: *Your
You wish lol, who are you talkin bout?
Ty: ughh me lol, for real tho come out for a little bit
You: FINE, only for a little bit, plus I have great news so I guess I can celebrate with y’all for bit!
Ty: fuck yes! What is it?
You: I’ll tell you there
Ty: no now!
You: Negative
But you’ll be the first to know
Pinkkky promise Ty!
Ty: fuck fine
As long as you get here at Dalia’s asap
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Ughhhh I really don’t want to especially because all I want to do is go home and just crash on my big comfy bed with my baby. But since I missed the guys too and couldn’t wait to tell them the great news I had to suck it up this time.
“Look who finally showed up!” Jamie said as soon as I walked in
“Cmon Jamie, your boytoy decided to tell me last minute” I smirked as Tyler flipped me off
“Heyyyy (Y/N)!” yelled out the other Stars in unison
“So whats the good news?!” Tyler asked as discreetly possible but pretty much failed
“Actually GREAT news Ty but aren’t y’all first goin to introduce me?” I told him
“My bad, hey guys this is a dear friend of mine, excuse me ours (Y/N)” Ty said
Holy shit its the Pens act normalllllllll
“Nice to meet you” they all waved
I decided to sit next to Ty who I feel most comfortable with but when I turned there was Sidney and Evgeni lookin at me like I was from another planet, especially Sidney
“So whats the news?” Ty insisted
“Im off probation” I whispered as low as possible
“I told you! WOOWW congrats!” Tyler yelled makin’ everyone curious
“Alrighy y’all” I said outloud as I stood up from my chair to get attention
“After a year of hard work, sweat, tears and literally blood, I’m officially off probation and got that offer in Pittsburgh!!” I said excitedly
“Fuck yeah” “This calls for shots” “Or just more beer because I’m getting old” was all murmured by different guys
The look on the dallas boys faces was filled with joy and so was the Pens but most of them looked confused
Tyler and I kept chatter talking about our babies aka our dogs
I noticed Evgeni and Sidney talking low until I heard Evgeni call my name
“Ughhhh (Y/N) right?” Evgeni assured
“Yeah, hey its really nice to meet y’all”
“You too! Not to snoop but what probation are you off from?” Evgeni asked as nicely as possible
I looked at him a little confused
“Fuck Geno, nooo” Sidney said quickly, Tyler was listenin in like the nosy guy that he is
“HAhaha, Geno she’s not what you think” Tyler chimed in
“VVVatt do you mean?” Geno asked
“She’s a…..can I tell them?” Tyler asked and I quickly nodded because I still wasn’t sure what Geno meant
“She’s a cop bro” Tyler said proudly loud enough for everyone to hear
ooohhhh so thats why they looked confused
Geno and Sid looked at each other like they couldn’t believe what they’d just heard
“Whatttt” the Pens asked me
“yES! Jeez y’all thought I was a criminal or somethin?!” I managed to ask because I was laughin too hard
“Explain please” said Geno
“Guys haha, I was on probation for a year to see if I’d make it to be an official cop” I told them
“Wait, how you know them??” Geno said, referring to the Dallas players
“You date him?” he pointed to Tyler, causin Sid to pay more attention
“HAHA no, that boat sailed” I replied as Tyler flipped me off again
“She used to work with us for PR but somehow got sick of us and joined the academy to be a cop” Tyler said sarcastically
“I always wanted to work in sports, thankfully I got a job offered here. I’m originally from California but moved to Dallas and worked here for about 2 years. But I ended up wanting to do something more for others and myself so I joined the academy to be a cop” I added.
“But you so tiny no offense” said Geno innocently
“Dont underestimate her Geno, she’s worked extremely hard to be where she’s at, she takes boxing classes and is usually always the first to arrive and last to leave in her training” Tyler said
“Wow, who would’ve thought” Sidney said beamingly
“Too bad she’s leavin us for you guys eh” Tyler said sadly
“Explain please” said Geno
“Well I got a few offers here and there from other places because there wasn’t an open position that I wanted here, it was either Pittsburgh, New York or ugly ol’ Florida haha” “So I chose Pittsburgh, I’ll move there in a few weeks”
“Nice! You can come see us play” Geno said “Well when you not busy” he added
After a few celebration drinks and random cake that said congrats Sidney and I ended up being quiet as everyone else talked with each other
“Sooo Pittsburgh huh?” Sid asked awkwardly
“Yeah Pittsburgh” I repeated
“Are you excited?” Sid
“Yeah I can’t wait! Just a little nervous”
“Why?”
“Well Im movin to another state on my own and I have to learn all the streets like the back of my hand, plus what if the department doesn’t think I am what they thought I’d be. Im movin farther away from home and this home too. Im gonna miss everyone” I said as I got a little teared up
“Hey hey, look I don’t know you but I can tell you have a lot of potential plus you seem like you know what you’re doing, they’re going to love you” Sid consoled me enthusiastically
“Thanks Sidney” I said more calmly did he just make me calm down quickly
“Anytime, plus I think you should see us play too, we’re a little bit more better than Dallas” he said jokingly but serious
“What are you smiling about Sid, that’s a first haha” Phil said teasingly causin Sidney to glare at him a bit
It had started getting late as the boys all started leavin one by one, especially the Pens as they had an early flight back home
I started gatherin my stuff as Ty, Jamie and I were leavin together, as we left Tyler was givin me a look
“What now TY?”
“He wouldn’t stop starin at you” he said chuckling
“WHO?”
“Like always you nevverrrr notice”
“Cut to it, who?!” I asked aggressively but playfully smackin him
“Fuck for a short girl you’re strong when youre not even trying, Sid, he kept side eyein you”
“Shut up”
“No for real, Geno and Phil were teasin him about it”
“But why?”
“Uhmm because you’re you, cmon (Y/N) you know youre beautiful and Im sure he thought so too”
“Whatever Ty” I said just as Sid and Geno were comin out
Sid looked like he was blushin while Geno and Phil were crackin up
“So we would loOOvvve for you to come to a game” said Phil lookin at me and lookin at Sid which caused Sid to blush more
“Yeah well once I get settled in out there I’ll be more than happy too!”
“Eww you better not cheer for them” Ty said in a playful but serious tone
“Hate to break it to you Ty but I am the law now hahhaha”
“Fuckkk you haha” “Well guys it was great playin against you but Im really tired and Im out aha”
“Same here, we’re out early tomorrow” said Phil
As the guys left they all gave me a hug, Geno told me to call him Geno, and Sid’s hug was awkward
As I finally went home I had a lot on my mind but couldn’t wait to knock out...it all started in Dallas
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