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something so warm and comforting about how much the friendships in hsmtmts mean for the show. something about ginas confessions to her friends, something about jets happiest moment being singing on a stage with ricky, something about bigred knowing his best friend and looking out for him, something about ej stepping up to look out for his people everytime he can, something about all of them not letting emmys dream die, about them supporting both seb and carlos with their second chance, something about kourt and ash showing kindness to a classmate and gaining confidence from then on, something about their whole lives being changed bc a year ago they met this group of people that became home.
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Can I please request Cater, Ace, Deuce and Epel helping you after a rough break up (with someone else, not them)?
‧₊˚✧ Let me love you until you love yourself ‧₊˚✧
↳ Helping you after a rough breakup
feat: Cater ❋ Ace ❋ Deuce ❋ Epel
genre: hurt/comfort
note: no pronouns were used with the reader, reader is implied to be Yuu!reader, depictions of toxic relationships, implications of violence,
Similar prompt: finding out you got brutally rejected
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You see, Cater already had a suspicion that your boyfriend wasn’t the greatest pick. Years of listening to his older sisters talk about red flags to look out has honed his sixth sense about these kind of stuff.
But what was he supposed to tell you? He’s not going to just barge into your relationship and tell you that he feels some off vibes about your man. All he could do was be there for you when you needed an ear to hear you out.
But he started to notice that you were less like yourself as the relationship went on. Your Magicam account wasn’t as active and soon even your close friends weren’t sure when was the last time you hung out with them. Cater could only catch you in class or with your glaring boyfriend clinging to you.
Your relationship finally hit an ugly crescendo when your boyfriend publicly humiliated you and ended things in the open hallway. The reason Cater learned was because you wanted to go out with your friends again, even if he didn’t want to.
Night Raven College has a knack for choosing students with rather vindictive personalities and no matter how subtle it is, Cater is no different. The sociable redhead may not always be the type to step up to lead or start something, but he is more than willing to teach a tactless underclassman a lesson on respect.
It doesn’t matter which dorm your ex is from since the extrovert Cater has friends and contacts of all the Housewardens, vice Housewardens and other notable students with authority. Call it his privilege for his chatty nature and years on this large campus.
With a charming set of words and implications from the smooth-talking Cater, most of them picked up the hint that a certain jerk needed some well-deserved punishment. For disgracing the dorm’s dignity, they all claimed.
With the personified ick dealt with, all of Cater’s attention is on you. The versatile upperclassman can be anything you need in your time of healing. Cafe dates, unhinged frustration venting, screaming karaoke sessions with a chill support group (an exclusive privilege courtesy of the Pop Music Club), or a judgeless crying session as he held you together both metaphorically and literally.
The screaming karaoke and dessert binging was fun and all, but the feeling of Cater’s warm hands as he gently rubbed your back as you hiccuped through your tears was a healing moment that left you raw but appreciative.
Perhaps there was a little bit of guilt, or even something deeper within his heart for you, but as he wrapped his arms around you closer whilst you fell asleep in comfort, Cater thought to himself to protect you from something like this for as long as he can stay with you, for as long as he could do to stay with you.
“Hey now, no tears. Cay-Cay to the rescue!”
Oh he hated your ex from day 1. No, it wasn’t because of his personal feelings for you, it was just literally everything about that jerk. At every chance, Ace would snidely comment and jeer the as*hole. The only reason he would stop was if you personally asked him to get along with him.
“Tch. Fine, I guess”
So Ace is a liar, but at least he’s a good actor. He’s willing to smile and laugh but he never lets the suspicious feeling fade.
That suspicion quickly became rage when Grim told him that jerk of yours broke up with you over text.
Turns out your (ex) boyfriend was dating you in hopes to catch the attention of a crush from his hometown, sending pictures in hopes to stir up some jealousy. Questions became screaming matches in your room and soon you were left a broken mess alone in your bedroom.
When Ace knocked on your door sometime later, you saw him in a familiar heart-shaped collar which wasn’t a surprising image. Without saying much, all Ace offered as a vague explanation was that he got into a fight with some jerk student.
As Ace was getting comfortable on your sofa, Cater later texted you, giving full details of what happened. Turns out the “jerk student” was your ex who was running his mouth oh how you were crazy and unbearable out in the courtyard, where Ace was passing by.
“Riddle is pretty pissed right now. Ace just went crazy on him and wouldn’t let up until we pulled him away. But still, be kind to him, k? He had good intentions.”
Sitting together on the sofa, the two of you made quite an interesting image. Your eyes were red with wet tracks all over your face from crying while Ace had swollen patches of blue and black on his normally boyishly charming face.
You broke the tension. “You didn’t need to do that, you know.”
Ace brushed your words off. “What are you talking about? I did it for me. That dude always rubbed me the wrong way.”
Ace is a liar, but strangely you didn’t mind it when he did it.
“Just so we’re clear, I didn’t do it for you. Alright? Good, so don’t go thinking too deep into it…”
A model student would support all of his peers, Deuce convinced himself. It was why he kept himself from just straight-up wrecking this punk that you found yourself dating. But Deuce trusts you. Maybe Deuce’s misjudging him since he can’t imagine you falling for someone beneath you, and he assumed that despite how he feels about your partner, this dude wouldn’t be stupid enough to not treat you good.
But unbeknownst to Deuce, arguments were common in your relationship with your insecure partner. From complaining that you don’t spend time with him (um, because you were busy saving your friends from overblot?) to outright blaming you for emasculating him in his own relationship because of your popularity in school for your accomplishments.
The breakup itself was honestly anti-climatic, and everyone could see it from a while away so it came to the surprise of no one.
It was the aftermath of all of the arguments with your ex that truly hurt you. What was once a source of pride to you became reasons of your anxiety as you wondered if your ex held truth in his accusations.
“You think you’re perfect ‘cause you’re doing a little better than me? Get over your high horse, you pretentious b-“
“Are you ok?” Deuce’s voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts, bringing you back to the library where you were helping Deuce with a subject he was failing.
You tried smiling but Deuce noticed the tenseness of your features and try asking once more, which led you to ultimately voicing your worries.
“Maybe I was being too boastful, I shouldn’t just talk about me- Wait, Deuce?!”
You managed to catch Deuce by the hem of his sleeve before flinching at the sight of the glaring rage in Deuce’s fiery eyes.
“Where is that no-good coward! That punk’s getting what's coming to him!”
It took some time (and getting kicked out from the library) for Deuce to finally settle his rage. Still, he was muttering some choice words to describe your ex which made you chuckle just a little. You wanted the breakup to be civil and simply pass as an unpleasant memory but you admit that seeing someone get mad for your sake was…nice. Almost heart-warming, really.
Suddenly, Deuce turned to face you. Back straight and his strong fist firmly pressed to his chest, Deuce looked to you with pure honesty as he promised to protect you from your worthless ex with everything he’s got.
It took you quite some time to admit that when Deuce made that promise, you felt your heart skip a beat.
“If anyone gives you grief for that, just ignore 'em. Let me handle them, I’m pretty strong.”
Romance honestly flies over Epel’s head. Afterall, the relationships he’s seen are his town’s couples who've been married for decades with kids all grown up, and the ones he’s seen in films and books. All he knew was, if you like someone and you’re dating them, you should be counting yer lucky stars and make sure you treat them right.
So, imagine the genuine look of surprise on his face when his dormmates whispered rumors that you were caught in an ugly argument with your boyfriend, with accusations that your man was actually cheating with someone supposedly prettier than you.
Now, imagine his unbridled rage when Epel found that it was true. Your ex-boyfriend apparently held high expectations of himself and the partners he deemed to be worthy by his side. While he settled for you, he was looking around for another companion that “best suits his standards” as he said.
It took a strict scolding and promise of harsh reprimanding from Vil to calm the young freshman down as his hometown habits rushed back to him. How he wanted to give that no-good son of a backyard mutt a mighty beating for what he did to you.
Instead, Vil suggested that Epel rather hit him where it would really hurt for unsavory fellows like him, through his pride.
“If he thought he was better off with someone that “best suits his standards” as he put it, try proving to him he ended up with what he deserved. ”
After deciphering what Vil meant, Epel used his noggin to hurt your ex where it really hurts. No longer was he the runt of a small village, but a man with various connections and skills to get a leg over his enemies.
With his persistence, he convinced his Spelldrive captain, Leona to sit with you during lunch, and have the Vil Schoenheit spoil you with high-end gifts in public. With the attention of the most famous students showing you favor, everyone in NRC whispered and commented on who really won in the breakup.
“He cheated while dating someone like that? What a mistake.”
Behind his soft expression, Epel mentally smirked at the plummeting image of the man who prioritized fame over love. "You darn right a mistake it was, he thought.
In the entire time Epel treated you like the most important person on campus…in public at least.
In the privacy of your dormroom, you worked hard in holding in your laughter as Epel swore up a storm like a drunken sailor about the worthless ex of yours. Like Vil, it’ll be up to you to make sure he won’t go off picking a fight with your ex.
Still, there was something undeniably true to Epel’s character to defend your honor, however he does it.
“I ain’t too good at these sneaky schemes, but you gotta admit I got ‘im real good. Don’t cha think?”
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Seven summers, part 6.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader
Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?
Disclaimers: Make-out session, allusion to sex, no full-on smut (they're still minors, y'all!)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
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Sixth summer, July.
The weather in England has been cold and rainy lately. It doesn't seem to be July at all. Y/n longs for those warm, long summer nights outside in her parents' garden, playing cards and drinking bubbly lemonade. Instead, she's clinging to her umbrella and making herself as small as possible so that she doesn't give the wind too much space to attack her with its whipping water. She's waiting for Draco near the entrance of Diagon Alley. She watched several wizards enter and leave the place, but no Draco so far. Y/n wonders if he will actually show up. They've been exchanging letters via owl, as usual. At the beginning of the school year, Draco's letters have been arriving quite frequently but there were less and less letters the last few months. Y/n knows there's been some arguments with his rival Harry and a new teacher. Draco was appointed a certain position in a Club or something. He didn't really tell her what's it about but ever since he's been more reserved than before.
Y/n waits for almost an hour before she gives up. She walks through the pouring rain back to the bus stop. She stops by a Costa and treats herself to a hot cup of tea on the go in an attempt to warm herself up. On the bus, she plugs in her headphones and stares out of the window. She tries really hard not to cry and hopes that none of the other passengers notice th water dwelling in her eyes. When she gets off the bus, her head's pounding from the oppressing of tears. Y/n walks straight home and up to her room, without taking off her jacket and boots. She can hear her mother complaining about the water on the floor, but she doesn't care. She's just dropped onto her bed when she hears the soft clank of Draco's owl on her window. Y/n gets up and sniffs. This guy has some nerve, she tells herself as she walks up to the window. She takes the letter from the owl and throws some dried meat in its direction, a habit she picked up a while ago. She leans back on a chair and reads.
Dear y/n,
I won't be able to make it today. I'm really sorry but there have been some issues in my family recently and my mother needs my support. I hope the whole situation dissolves itself soon.
I'll send you a letter when it's possible to meet again. I hope you can understand.
Draco.
Y/n folds up the letter and puts it in a box beneath her bed where she keeps all of Draco's letters. She writes a quick response and hands it to the owl who is patiently waiting outside. She watches the owl fly away. I must've just missed his message, y/n thinks. Yet still she can't shake the feeling that something is off.
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Draco lets y/n wait for two weeks. Y/n got antsy with every passing day without hearing from him. Eventually, he sends her a letter and proposes a meeting in Windsor Great Park for a stroll and coffee. Y/n is nervous all morning and has to redo her makeup twice after ruining her eyeliner. Again, y/n is the first to arrive. She walks up and down the entrance of the Savill Garden.
"Hey", she suddenly hears behind her. Draco is standing right next to her with a loopy grin on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, y/n thinks. She smiles at him nonetheless and opens her arms to hug him. Almost hesitantly, Draco hugs her back. It's a bit awkward. "Do you want to go inside?", y/n says and points to the garden. Draco nods. They take the tourist route but there aren't many other people around. It's probably because of the grey clouds that hang low above their heads. They walk along the path between rows of bushes and other plants.
Draco doesn't make an attempt to start a conversation, so y/n does. "So, how's your family? Everything alright? Your letter sounded quite serious.", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs and doesn't answer immediately. "I guess, we're alright. Things haven't been resolved but it will be ok.", he tells her. Y/n nods reassuringly but she feels that Draco does not really believe that last part. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened?", she asks carefully. Draco kicks a stone out of his way. "My dad has been involved in some stuff. He's temporarily contained.", he tells her. Y/n stares at him with big eyes. "Like jail?", she blurts. Draco gives her an angry look. "Yes. My mother did not take it too well.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. They walk in silence for a moment. "What about you? How do you take it?", she asks him. Draco shrugs again and does his best to look somewhere far ahead. "Draco...", y/n mumbles and touches his arm. "I'm fine.", he says harshly, "My mother needs all the support she can get. I can't be weak in a situation like this". Y/n steps a bit closer to him and rests her cheek on his arm while taking his hand. "It's not a weakness to feel bad about a situation like that. It only shows how much you care about your parents.", she tells him. Almost instantly, she can feel Draco's shoulders slump down. He turns to her and finally pulls her close. He hides his face in her hair. "I must do everything I can to clear my family's name. One way or another.", he points out. Y/n thinks about this for a moment. "It's not your responsibility. Support your family as much as you can, but don't let the weight of it pull you down.", she replies. Draco shakes his head. "You don't understand... my mother...", he starts. "...is an adult. We're only sixteen, Draco. There's only so much we can do. Somethings we must let the adults handle.", she points out. Draco shakes his head again. "No, my mother can't handle this. I'm the one who has to fix things. I've been chosen.", he tells her. Y/n frowns. "Chosen? By whom? For what?", she asks him. Draco lets go of her. "It doesn't matter. The point is I'm going to handle this. Don't worry.", he says coldly. Draco walks a bit ahead and y/n stares after him. She's got a really bad feeling about this but it's clear that Draco isn't ready to talk about this.
She jogs after him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. We haven't seen each other since Christmas and I really am happy we're spending time together today.", she announces and gives him a bright smile. She holds out her hand to Draco and looks at him expectantly. Draco sighs and then takes her hand. They continue their stroll and y/n tries to distract Draco with silly stories about school and her friends. She updates him on Olivia's situationship and manages to pry some stories about Blaze and quidditch out of Draco. The atmosphere loosens up a bit and soon she finds Draco genuinely smiling again. They wander deeper into the garden and don't notice how the clouds above them get darker and darker. They're laughing about one of y/n's stories when the first drop landed on y/n's cheek. Draco wipes it away carefully. They look up and notice how armageddon is right above them. Within seconds, it's pouring. Draco pulls her close and uses his wand as an umbrella. However, the wind whips raindrops onto their sides. They rush along the path, deeper into the rows of trees ahead of them. They're almost soaked when they finally find shelter in a stone pavilion.
Y/n is shivering but glad there are still some parts of her that are dry. Draco sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. Y/n nuzzles closer into his side. Draco leans his head against hers. They don't speak and when y/n finally looks up, she immediately meets Draco's gaze. He must've been staring at her for a while now. Immediately, he leans close and they meet in a kiss. For a moment, everything outside the pavilion seems to stop existing. Y/n kisses him back feverishly and grabs his collar. Draco's hand is tangled in her hair and his other hand wanders down her side. Y/n presses her upper body closer to his and Draco pulls her onto his lap. They kiss until they can't breathe anymore. Y/n leans her forehead against his as both of them catch their breath. There are no sounds besides the pouring rain outside.
"Draco?", y/n breathes. "Hm?", he mumbles in response. Y/n's heart leaps in her chest. It takes all her courage to say: "I think I love you". Draco leans back and looks at her with surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect a confession of love. Immediately, y/n feels embarrassed. She wishes she could take the words back. "Y-you don't have to say it back. I just thought...", she rumbles but doesn't get to finish her sentence. Draco puts his hand onto the back of her head and pulls her lips against his again. He gives her a deep, longing kiss which leaves y/n breathless once again. When he lets go of her, he looks at her longingly and strokes over her cheek. Then he presses a kiss on top of her head and pulls her into a hug. Y/n feels warm and fuzzy inside and she almost forgets that Draco did not return the confession.
They stay in the pavilion until the heavy rain fades into a soft summer drizzle. Only then, they start wandering back to the entrance of the garden. They part ways rather quickly since the rain started again after some point. However, y/n proposes that he should come visit her soon. Her parents will be visiting her grandparents all the way up in Keswick and will be gone for a couple of days. They put y/n under house arrest for the time being (considering what happened last year), but allowed to have a friend over. They probably thought about Olivia but when y/n asked her, Olivia immediately declined saying that y/n simply must invite Draco. Draco is a bit hesitant to accept the invitation and says that he will have to see how things at home. They both decide to write soon.
On her way back to the train station, y/n has mixed feelings. On one hand she's over the moon about meeting Draco finally again, on the other hand, she's also worried about him. Having a father in jail is already troubling but it sounded as if Draco was ready to do anything to fix that. She wonders if that included more than giving a testimony in front of a court. One way or another, he said. She hopes Draco is smart enough to not do anything stupid, or illegal.
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Sixth summer, a few weeks later.
Anxious. That's how y/n feels as she waits for Draco at King's Cross. Y/n and Draco have been writing back and forth for the last couple of weeks. Draco's been really quiet about his father's situation and y/n didn't push too much. However, whenever y/n brought up Draco coming over, he kept saying it probably wouldn't be possible and that too many things were going on. Which clearly indicates that things haven't been resolved. Surprisingly, Draco sent her a letter a few days ago saying that meeting her would be possible after all. Apparently, his mother and his aunt visit a family friend, giving him a chance to slip away. When y/n got Draco's letter saying that he would be visiting after all, she immediately called Olivia who immediately rushed over. Giggling, they wrote lists and prepared the house for what y/n's parents assumed was a sleepover. It also leads to her parents being quite relaxed about leaving y/n alone for a few days.
Right now, y/n is waiting for Draco to arrive at King's Cross. Obviously, Draco does not take a muggle train. He arrives via floo powder somewhere close but they agreed to meet at the station from where y/n would take him home. Y/n nervously scans the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, there pretty girl.", she hears Draco say behind her. When she twirls around, he is mere inches from her face. "Draco!", she laughs and throws her arms around him. Draco almost drops his bag while trying to keep his balance. Y/n quickly retreats. "Sorry!", she says. Draco puts down his bag. "That's alright.", he tells her and pulls her close by her arms. He hugs her close and hides his face in her hair. Y/n's heart skips a beat. When he lets go of her, he looks over his shoulder nervously. Distractedly, he says: "So, uh... is your house close by?". Y/n tries to see what's behind him or what he's looking for but when he turns back to her, she gives him a bright smile. "We'll have to take the bus.", she tells him and takes his hand. Draco sighs behind her. "You don't happen to have a fireplace, do you?", he mumbles. Y/n laughs. "No, sorry! We have central heating.", she says as she pulls him along with him.
While Draco feels visibly nervous in the station, he relaxes once y/n and him have entered the bus. When y/n asks him why, he tells her that there are probably no wizards here who could see them. Y/n nods understandingly. It's a short walk from the bus station to y/n's house. Her house is one of these terraced houses with white, wooden windows and a small front garden. It's nothing special really but her parents had to save up for it for quite some time and they're really proud to call themselves 'homeowners'. Y/n thinks it's a bit ridiculous but then again she's never bought a house and doesn't even know how much it would cost. Y/n pulls out her keys and opens the door.
She holds the door for Draco. "Ladies first. You can put your shoes over there.", she tells him as she quickly pushes him inside. Ever since they made a turn into y/n's street, she's been the one looking over her shoulder. Can't have the neighbours see her sneaking a boy in. She's pretty sure that the nosy old lady from across the street would just love to tell her parents all about that. Y/n quickly closes the door behind her and pulls off her jacket. Draco is standing in the hallway looking around and feeling a bit out of place. Y/n points past him. "Go on, straight through that door. There's the kitchen", she tells him. They enter the kitchen together and y/n quickly puts the kettle on. "C'mon.", she tells him and leads him to the room to the right. It's the living room which has a small conservatory attached to it. It's her mother's favorite room since it's always bright and open. In the middle, there's a large couch with pillows and blankets. On the left is the telly and a coffee table. "It's cozy", Draco notes as y/n leads him to the coach. "Sit down. I'll make the tea.", she tells him as she rushes off back to the kitchen.
She prepares a tray with tea, mugs and some biscuits. When she enters the living room again, Draco still sits in the same position as she left him. I guess he feels a bit awkward, she concludes. After she pours him a cup of tea, she asks him: "So, what do you think? Is this how you imagined muggles to live like?". Draco laughs and rubs his head in embarrassment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I expected. But it's really nice. I like this room.", he says and points to the conservatory. Y/n pulls one of her legs under the other and takes her tea cup. "Hm, you really had no image in your head how I live like?", she asks. Draco shakes his head. "How do you imagine I live like then?", he replies. Y/n thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I imagine a big house, maybe a villa. An old one, maybe Victorian? I imagine a big staircase right when you enter. Old, but classic and high-quality furniture.", she explains. Draco looks at her surprised. "That's actually not that far off.", he tells her. "I can't imagine your room though. I feel like I can imagine your dorm room better than your room at home.", she says. Draco takes a sip from his tea. "Do you want me to describe it?", he asks her. Y/n nods excitedly. He crooks his head. "Let's see. My room is upstairs, in the East Wing. It has a window facing the East as well so that I can see the sunrise every morning. My walls are painted in a greyish-blue. My furniture is black. When you enter the room, you're standing in front of my bed. Opposite the bed is the window and in front of it is my desk. To the left of the desk, is my wardrobe which is always messy and to the right are some shelves with books.", he describes. Y/n tries to imagine the room. In her head, the room is kind of empty besides the furniture Draco described. "Is there anything else in the room?", she asks. Draco names some quidditch equipment and some other tokens that y/n has trouble imagining. Draco tried to explain quidditch to her one time but y/n fails to truly understand the game. Probably, because she's never seen a person riding a broom.
"Would you like to see my room?", y/n proposes and Draco nods. They walk back to the hallway and up the stairs that are on the left. "My room is all the way up, beneath the roof.", she tells him as they climb up the stairs. Y/n's room is the only room on the last floor. When she opens the room, there's her bed to the left and behind the door is her closet. Right in front of the door are three windows. In front of the middle one, is her desk. On the left is a little reading niche and on the right is a dressing table and a cupboard. A chain of lights is strung from one side of the room towards another. Y/n makes some space for Draco to enter. He looks around the room in silence. "So, what do you think?", she asks. "It suits you. I don't know how I'd imagine your room but this fits you perfectly.", he tells her. Y/n giggles and drops onto her bed. "You think so?", she says. Draco nods and turns around in her room before joining her on the bed. Y/n thinks the sight of him in her room is a bit strange. Like he doesn't quite fit into it. He's dressed in black (like always) and her room is dominated by beige and pastel tones. "Yeah, it's bright and warm. And girly. And cozy.", he replies. Y/n snuggles up to him. "You like it?", she asks him. Draco pulls her closer to him. "Yes. Actually, I like your whole house. Everything is very home-ly.", he murmurs and kisses the top of her head. He pulls her back and they fall on top of the comforter of y/n's bed. Draco turns to his side, pulling her closer to him. Y/n takes in his scent and puts her head on his chest, just beneath his head. Draco's hand finds its way into y/n's hair and he scratches the skin of her skull a bit. Y/n feels how the three magical words lay heavy on her tongue again, begging her to speak them out loud once more. She swallows them down quickly, however. She doesn't want to make a fool out of herself once again.
They lay there for a while and y/n is not sure whether or not she may have dozed off a bit. The room's colour faded to grey indicating that the sun was about to go down. Draco stretches next to her and sits up. "Are you hungry?", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs but y/n knows him well enough that that means yes. They end up ordering pizza and watching y/n's favourite movie. Setting up the telly, Draco is fascinated by the technology and asks a bunch of questions about how it works without magic which y/n definitely can't answer. She lets Draco choose a movie afterwards and they spend the evening rotting on the couch. Eventually, the titles roll and y/n sits up stretching. She peeks over to Draco whose eyes are closed. Did he really fall asleep?, she thinks and pokes his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens an eye. "Sleepy? Wanna settle for the night?", y/n asks and Draco yawns and nods. They get up and climb up the stairs to y/n's room. After brushing their teeth, they climb into y/n's bed and Draco pulls her close. Y/n leans her head against his and lets her hand rest on his chest. Draco gently strokes over her back and places soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. Y/n crooks her head and meets him in a soft kiss. It's slow and sweet. Draco puts his hand into her hair and pulls her face closer to him, deepening the kiss. Y/n's heart starts beating faster. They kiss like this for a bit until Draco rolls her over so that y/n lays flat on her back. Draco hovers over her while continuing to kiss her. Y/n puts her hands behind his neck and one of Draco's hands runs up and down her sides. Y/n feels goosebumps forming all over her body. Draco's hand finds the hem of her shirt. His fingers dip under it, softly circling the skin of her hip. He leans his head back for a moment. "Is this okay with you?", he asks. Y/n nods breathlessly, not trusting her voice to say yes. She's expected it to happen tonight. Hell, she kinda hoped it would. Draco pushes his hand under her shirt exploring the warm, naked skin underneath it. Y/n lets her hands run down his back and pulls his shirt up a bit. Draco sits up for a moment and pulls it over his head. Y/n stares up at him in awe. He looks even more pale than usual with the moonlight hitting his skin the way it does at this moment. She sits up a bit and runs her hand down his chest. Draco gently pulls on the neckline of her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off as well. Y/n swallows. She's nervous. "We don't-", Draco starts but y/n cuts him off by pulling her shirt off as well. Draco doesn't say or do anything for a few seconds. Then he slowly traces a line from her shoulder over her collarbone down to her chest. He leans forward again, kissing her deeply while finally cupping her chest with his hand. Y/n lets herself fall back on the pillow.
She won't worry about anything tonight. Not about her parents or Draco's parents. About whether or not a wizard and a muggle can be together. By the time Draco's hands wander down to her pants, she has forgotten about most of it.
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Boyfriend
Jack Champion x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Toxic Relationship, Angst but mostly Fluff, Anxiety, Kissing/Short Make Out Session, and maybe some grammar mistakes.
Summery: Jack has had a crush on Y/N even before he booked the role for Scream 6 so, when he get's to play her love interest in the movie his crush for her just grew even bigger. His fellow co-stars really want him to make a move but obstacles stood in his way so when production for the movie ended he never got to. When the cast reunited Jack hears that Y/N is looking for boyfriend which makes him want to make his move but he still has that anxiety that holds him back. Will he let go of his anxiety and finally make a move?
Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Big Time Rush
Word Count: 2,983
Author’s Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m officially back to posting my stories!! I haven’t started writing again but I will hopefully this weekend! As I said before this will be my last Jack story for awhile since I want to focus on writing for his characters like Ethan and Spider! Anyways it’s so good to be back and let me know how you all liked this one shot! Talk to you all soon!!
Ever since the first day on the set of Scream VI, Jack immediately fell head over heels for Y/N. Well, if Jack was being completely honest, he has had a crush on Y/N even before booking the role since she is his secret celebrity crush. Before Y/N joined the Scream franchise she was on many Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows when she was young. That’s how she met Jenna and ever since then they have been best friends. As Y/N got older she left Disney and Nickelodeon since she wanted to do more mature roles and she did just that. Y/N was in the last Scream movie, so she also became close with Jasmine, Mason, and Melissa so when there was news about another movie, she knew she wanted to return. Y/N plays a character that is related to Tatum and Dewey Riley. In the sixth movie Jack’s character is a love interest to Y/N’s character. Throughout the whole movie Y/N’s character defends Jack’s character for not being Ghostface but becomes heartbroken when she finds out he really is Ghostface.
It was already hard for Jack to do scenes where it’s just Y/N and him because of his crush but it was even harder because she has a boyfriend who just so happens to be on set every fucking day! When they first met Jack and Y/N immediately connected. It wasn’t shocking since Y/N is known to be one of the sweetest and nicest actresses to work with and Jack totally agrees with that statement. It’s just sad that he can’t say the same thing about her boyfriend. From day one Jack could sense that Y/N’s boyfriend was intimidated by him. Jack mentioned this to Mason, which he told him to get used to that. Mason told him about how it was from Dylan who played Wes who was Y/N’s love interest in the last movie. Jack asked Mason why the asshole of a boyfriend does that in which he didn’t have an exact answer, but he did mention that the girls and him think it’s because he knows that there is someone out there that is better for Y/N than him.
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As production was coming to an end a sudden change of mood came from Y/N. Throughout the whole filming Y/N had always been happy and had an exciting attitude but that all changed a week ago when she showed up to set the total opposite and has been like that since. The most talkative girl on set all of sudden became the quietest girl on set. She also didn’t look like herself either since even with make up on you can tell that she had been crying a lot. Jack was very concerned about her so when he would ask her what was wrong, she would just brush him off with an obvious lie, so he decided to go to Jenna’s trailer and ask her.
When he knocked on the door Jenna called out to him to come in. When Jack walked into the trailer, he saw Jasmin was also in the trailer talking with Jenna. “Hey Jack.” Jenna said to him from her seat on her comfy chair. Jasmin was sitting on the small love seat that was next to Jenna’s comfy chair. “Hey, do you two know what is going on with Y/N?” Jack asked them with concern in his voice. “Every time I ask her, she lies telling me that she’s fine.” He added with a sigh. “That fucking asshole broke up with her.” Jenna answered in a snappy tone.
Jack felt his heartrate speed up. Jenna just said what he thought she said, right? Y/N isn’t with that controlling asshole. Y/N is signal!
“Wait, that asshole broke it off with her?” Jasmin asked Jenna, who answered her question with a nod. “Even worse is that he did it over fucking text message. I was with her when he texted to her saying that they were over.” Jenna added in a snappy tone.
He texted Y/N saying it’s over and that he didn’t want anything to do with her no more. If Y/N wasn’t broken down crying, Jenna would’ve gone and found that motherfucker and kicked his ass.
“That asshole is such a fucking coward.” Jasmin said which made Jack let out a laugh since they keep referring Y/N’s ex-boyfriend as asshole instead of his name. But Jack didn’t disagree with them since he was an asshole. “I mean I’m glad that she’s done with him I just wish it was the other way around.” Jenna said with a sigh. “I mean I’ve told Y/N a hundred times that she deserves a guy ten times better than that asshole.” Jenna added.
“Yeah, Y/N deserves a guy like Jack.” Jasmin said looking over at him with a knowing smile. “M-me?” Jack stuttered not expecting Jasmin to say that. His brown eyes were wide open in shock. “Dude, we know you have a crush on Y/N.” Jenna told him with a laugh. “What? Did Mason tell you?” Jack asked now with frustration in his voice. Mason is the only person he told. “He didn’t have to because it’s so fucking obvious.” Jenna told him which made Jasmin laugh. “Wait so everyone knows about my crush on Y/N? Does she know?” Jack asked, starting to panic. “Relax, okay! She is completely oblivious to your flirting.” Jasmin told him in reassurance. “I don’t flirt.” Jack mumbled as he looked down at his shuffling feet. “Listen all we’re saying is that when we see you with her, she looks really happy and that maybe there is something there between you two.” Jenna explained to him, which put Jack into deep thought.
Jasmin’s phone started to vibrate. “Devyn just texted, we’re needed back on set.” Jasmin said, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back to her. “C’mon lover boy.” Jenna said in a teasing tone to Jack as she stood up. Jack rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer with Jenna and Jasmin following behind him.
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As production went on Jack wanted to make a move on Y/N but he never got to because of the toll her recent relationship had on her. Yes, the guy she was with treated her terribly, but they were together for almost two years and the guy didn’t even have the courage to break up with her face to face.
When filming wrapped up everyone went their separate ways but still kept in contact with each other. They still talked through the group chat. Everyone but Y/N which is most likely because she was filming for a TV show that she frequently guests’ stars on. Jack was also busy doing a press tour with the Avatar cast promoting the sequel. Even though he wasn’t with Y/N, she was still on his mind. He thought about texting her just to see how she was doing but never did since he was scared that she wasn’t going to respond.
When it was finally time to promote Scream VI that meant Jack will be reuniting with Y/N since the whole cast will be getting back together for the premiere. Jack was excited to see her, but he also couldn’t help but be a little nervous too. The cast was going to be walking around New York doing press coverage and taking pictures for the movie.
Jack was the first one that was ready, so he was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for everyone. He was sitting down on a couch when he heard an exciting voice say his name from the elevator. When he looked up, he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. Right when he stood up Y/N gave him a big hug which almost knocked him over. “I’ve missed you so much!” Y/N told him as she held onto him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.” Jack told her returned the tight embrace. When Y/N pulled out of the hug she noticed his hair. “Wow, you cut your hair.” Y/N said to him in surprise. She was just so excited to see him she didn’t even notice. “Yeah, do you um like it?” Jack asked with nervousness in his voice that he was hoping she doesn’t pick up on. “I love it! It suits you really well!” Y/N told him giving him a pat on the head and sat down on the couch.
“How have you been doing?” She asked him. “Good, I was really busy doing a press tour for Avatar.” Jack told her as he sat down next to her. “I saw the movie with a couple of friends! It was amazing! You were amazing as Spider!” Y/N told him with a smile which made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red. “Thanks, that means a lot!” Jack said as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Y/N stared back into his memorizing brown eyes but before anything could go further Mason, Jasmin, and Liana came out of the elevator greeting them.
Once the rest of the cast showed up, they made their way out of the hotel and to their first destination. Throughout the whole day out Jack would feel Y/N’s gaze on him but when he would look back at her she would look away pretending that she wasn’t staring at him. When Jack first noticed it, it made him think back to what Jenna and Jasmin told him that Y/N deserves to be with a guy like him. But the real question was is does Y/N want to be with a guy like him?
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That night Jack was sitting in his hotel room when he heard loud knocking on the door. Jack got up off the bed he was lying on and walked over to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Mason. Right when he opened the door Mason walked into the room. “Um, come in.” Jack said in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door. “Dude, Y/N is looking for a boyfriend!” Mason told him which made Jack’s heart skip a beat. “What?” Jack asked in a surprised tone as he walked over to where Mason was standing. “Did she tell you that?” He asked wondering how Mason knew this. “No, but I was at the indoor pool with her Devyn, Jasmin, and Jenna and I overheard Y/N tell Jenna that she’s looking for someone.” Mason told him.
“You need to get your ass down there and ask her out!” Mason told him in a stern tone which made Jack’s brown eyes go wide. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “W-what, now?” Jack stuttered out. “Jack, just fucking go for it. Now is your chance!” Mason told him with excitement in his tone.
Let’s just say that Mason is the biggest shipper of Y/N and Jack. On set it was super obvious that they have amazing chemistry on and off the camara. When their characters had a romantic scene together, they weren’t just acting as their characters, everyone knew it was really Y/N and Jack being filmed. Everyone really wanted either Y/N or Jack to make a move before filming wrapped up but that never happened.
“What do I do? What do I say?” Jack asked, starting to panic a little bit. “Just be yourself! Walk up to her, sit down, talk like you two usually do, and when the time is right ask her out!” Mason explained to him.
“Okay, is she still at the pool?” Jack said, grabbing his hotel room key and slipping on a pair of shoes. “I’m pretty sure.” Mason said walking over to the door. “Come on!” Mason said walking out the door. Jack put the key into his pocket and quickly followed Mason out the door.
Jack followed Mason downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. When the boys got there, they looked through the little window on the door and only saw Y/N and Jenna sitting on the edge of the pool with just their feet in the water. While Jack stared at Y/N laughing at something Jenna said his nerves started to pace again.
“Mason, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jack said completely stressed out as he stepped back from the door. “What if she says no?” He asked having zero confidence. “Jack, you got this!” Mason told him putting both of his hands onto Jack’s shoulders. “Just go in there and be yourself. Just go back to those days on set where you two would just talk the day away!” Mason told him trying to boost his best friend’s confidence. “Go in there and use that million-dollar smile of yours!” Mason added, which earned him a strange look from Jack. “Okay, that wasn’t strange at all.” Jack said, taking Mason’s hands off his shoulders.
Jack took out his room key, getting ready to unlock the door, but before he could the door opened to reveal Jenna. She walked into the hallway with the boys. Mason grabbed the door before it could close. “What are you two weridos doing?” Jenna asked them. “We’re not weridos!” Mason said defending Jack and himself. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that!” Jenna said with a yawn and walked away from them. The boys looked into the pool room to see Y/N still sitting there. Mason pushed Jack into the room. “Go!” Mason said motioning his one hand towards Y/N and shut the door.
Jack looked at Y/N moving her feet around in the water. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to her. “Hey Y/N.” Jack said getting her attention. “Hey Jack!” Y/N said with a smile that always makes his heart skip a beat. “Can I sit with you?” Jack asked with nervousness in his tone which made him curse at himself in his head. “Of course!” Y/N said oblivious to the nervousness in his tone. Jack put the key back into his pocket. He took off his shoes and socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. He sat down next to her and put his feet into the water.
“These past couple of months are the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Y/N said as she looked down at her feet in the water. “Really?” Jack said, looking over at her. “After production wrapped up my ex wanted another chance, so I gave him one which turned out to be a huge mistake.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh. “What did he do to you?” Jack asked with a protective look in his eyes. “Same shit he did before. It got so bad that he wouldn’t even let me leave my apartment to go on set. I finally opened my eyes after realizing that he was trying to run my life, so I kicked his ass to the curb.” Y/N explained as she did everything, she could to keep her eyes from tearing up. She needs to stop wasting tears on that asshole. “You deserve to be with a guy who treats with love and kindness.” Jack told her as he used his hand to put some of her hair behind her ear. “You do?” Y/N said looking over at him locking eyes. “Yeah, it was so hard seeing that asshole treat you so terribly.” Jack told her as his brown eyes stared deep into hers.
They didn’t even realize that they were leaning in till their lips met. This isn’t the first time they have kissed since they had to kiss in a scene for the movie but this one was different because this wasn’t their characters kissing. This was actually them kissing. It put shock into both of them especially Y/N, so she pulled away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Y/N said quickly standing up. “Wait! It’s okay!” Jack said quickly, getting up onto his feet.
He took one of her hands to stop her from walking away. “Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Jack told her, finally confessing it after holding it in for the longest time. “You do?” Y/N asked in a surprised tone. “Y/N.” Jack started taking her other hand in his. “I have had this big crush on you before even meeting. That crush turned into more as we worked on the movie together, but I never made a move because you were with someone else. It was so fucking hard seeing you with that asshole because I knew you deserved better. When you two broke up everyone was telling me to make a move, but I was too scared.” Jack told her has he held onto her hands tightly scared that she would disappear. “I’m okay facing that fear now.” he added, staring deep into her Y/E/C eyes.
“I’m such an idiot.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Huh?” Jack asked with confusion. “Ever since I left that asshole I’ve been looking all around for a charming and cute guy to be my boyfriend. I didn’t even have to because that guy has been in front of me the whole time.” Y/N said letting go of one of his hands and put her hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with her thumb.
She pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. As they kissed Y/N’s arms made their way around his neck while his arms made their way around her hips. They released themselves from the kiss when they needed air.
“Would you be my date to the premiere tomorrow night?” Jack asked her once he caught his breath. “Yes! That sounds like a perfect first date!” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face.
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Within Session .Part Six.
Holy shit, happy December and Merry Christmas y'all! I'm so happy to finally post another chapter of Within Session. Yes, its been a while but starting a new job is stressful. Thankfully, I figured how to manage time. This part is extremely long, more than 5k. words. I'm proud of myself! This fanfic consists of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:
~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…
Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝 (yeehaw)
This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!
I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂
This story does contain +18 content (NSFW) 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit.
Summary
As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?
A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. We're finally getting into the nitty gritty of the story. Reminder that if you're not comfortable with male obsession and stalking, this is not for you. But if you're fucked up like me, please enjoy this! This is a really long chapter, hope y'all like it. 😉 Please comment on what how you feel about this chapter, I'm a whore for feedback. Hate it? Comment. Love it? Comment, por favor.
This is the longest chapter with 5k words, pretty much twice than I typically write for a chapter. Keep this in mind if you are wondering why, it seems longer.
Hope y'all enjoy the sixth part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة
Here is Part One , Part Two, Part Three, Part Four and Part Five of Within Session
Blue Monday
For several months, the disdain for the winter season was prominent as the days were still short of daylight. Along with the absence of familiar faces from family and friends from home, winter blues roused thoughts of returning to home. Even with the presence of Mateo and his buddies around at the house, it never satiated your homesickness. The transition into this New Year was strenuous, yet you continued the routine of attending to clients at the USSSTRATCOM headquarters during the week, the occasional LAN parties hosted on weekends with the dudes, and friend dates with Hunnigan. Still, you could not deny there were urges to pull out your suitcase and call quits on the government position. Home was not here in Nebraska.
Now in the middle of February, the extensive drive home seemed to kindle symptoms of burnout. Upon opening the entrance door to your apartment, the dead silence prompted your eyes to glance around the living room for the presence of your roommate, Mateo. For once you arrived home before him. With every step further into your living room, the floor boards seemed to creak under pressure. Your body immediately gravitates towards the couch, slumping on the cushions to sprawl out in exhaustion. In one hand, you gripped your purse while the other held a bouquet of flowers.
Until the last session earlier today, it did not dawn on you that today was Valentine's Day. Leon, of all people, arrived at session with a bouquet of roses in his possession with his usual smuggish smirk. The gesture caught you off guard that you simply accepted the bouquet without protest. This questionable offering from him was unpredicted, a moment of vulnerability impelling you to accidentally violate a simple policy between client and therapist.
A groan emits from your mouth, decisively kicking off the heels to note how sore your feet were. No doubt the roses in your hand were beautiful, but they were from a client on this particular holiday. You grunt in disapproval, instead eliciting to assume he gifted the roses for his appreciation for your dedication to him as his therapist. Yes, those thoughts brought peace of mind. But you then realized the price tag sticker on the bottom of the bouquet.
“Holy fuck! Who spends $80 on a bouquet of roses? Well shit, now I’ll feel guilty if I toss them out… Dammit, Leon…”
Leon Kennedy, a client you have been providing treatment with for the last three months since November. Along with his substantial progress in his intervention goals, you had the opportunity to further learn about the peculiar character that is Leon. Every session he never failed to crack jokes on whim or comment snide remarks, his attempt to speak off topic. Beside his efforts to conceal his discomfort with humor, there was also an underlying suspicion that Leon was withholding details regarding certain discussions. He avoids topics through escape by immediately steering the conversation. Every instance that Leon avoids a subject, you take note of it, knowing somehow you would eventually touch base on it.
With the bouquet of roses in your hand, you notice several detached rose petals on the couch cushion. A pang of guilt coursed in your chest, registering the maltreatment of the flowers in your grasp. Despite the aching pain in your feet, you stand from the couch to walk to the kitchen in search of a vase. You were no flower arranger but the glass vase you found complimented the red of the petals. Next session you would have to bestow some gratitude to Leon, since the guy deserves some appreciation for the gift. Maybe the man really was trying to express his reverence, Valentine’s Day was not all about romance, right?
In the moment of admiring the roses you placed in the glass vase, you realize that it has been a while since you have received something like this from anyone. While you let out a gentle huff, your hands reach out to rearrange several roses until you were appeased with the arrangement. Then the abrupt ringing of your phone from your pocket interrupted your trance from the vase of roses, a phone number unbeknownst to you displayed on the small screen of the flip phone.
‘It’s an area code from Texas… is it from San Antonio, Dallas, or Austin? But who calls late on a Monday night?’ You decipher, debating the thought to answer the call knowing the area code was from one of the major metroplex cities.
This time you sigh, adjusting your throat to answer in a pleasant tone. “Uh, hello?” You greet hesitantly, holding the pink flip phone to your ear.
A gentle feminine voice responds with “Hello…” along with your full name.
The utterance of your first and last name from the unknown voice nearly startles you to the core, immediately furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.
“This is her… Uh, who are you?” You ask, slight concern obvious in your question. Was this call a scam?
On the other end of the line, the female voice chuckles lightly into the phone,”Sorry to call this late, I am from a counseling program partnered with a foster care facility based here in Austin. We are looking for new recruits with the right credentials. I came across your application from a year ago and I am curious if you would still be interested in doing an interview and perhaps be interested in joining our team? From your application, I can see your address is in Corpus Christi.”
At that moment you seat yourself on a chair in the dining room, glancing at the adorned vase of roses on the dining room table. This was an unmistakable opportunity that manifested itself in one phone call, but you could not allow yourself to become excited so soon.
“Unfortunately, I am not living in Texas at the moment. I actually took a therapist position here in Omaha, Nebraska. I won’t be able to schedule an interview, I apologize,” You express in a solemn tone, assuming this would end the conversation.
“Oh, if you don’t mind…. We can do an interview right now over the phone.” The lady mentions, followed by silence on her end.
You direct your eyes at a digital clock in the distance, noticing the time was a little past 9PM, which meant no minutes were being wasted.
“Sure, why not…” You respond, guessing this opportunity was unprecedented to simply dismiss.
For the next 30 minutes, you were asked a series of questions, mostly about your experience and qualities. In your efforts, you answer professionally while you slug against the dinning chair in exhaustion. Your hand became cramped as you gripped the flip phone to your ear. Every time you glimpse back to the vase of roses, you notice several petals shed from the roses. With one rose petal, you twindle it between your fingers as you speak to the woman over the phone.
“I’m impressed with you, I really think you would be a great addition to our team. I’d like to offer a full time position, with a Monday through Friday schedule. Instead of hourly, you will be paid a salary with benefits. If you need help with moving, we can pay your first few months of rent wherever you decide to move in Austin. How does that sound?” The lady expresses, seemingly to be entirely impressed with you.
For a moment, you were hesitant as the offer seemed too good to be true. “When can I start?” You then ask, feeling the sweat in your palm as you grip the phone to your ear.
“Since you said you’re out living in Nebraska, I can give you a month… March 14th on a Monday, and we will run a background check and proof that you can work in the US. Nothing major, it’s usually quick. For any certifications you need, we will pay for them…” The woman explains, her voice cheery with every word.
By the end of her explanation, your body involuntarily begins to shake. Several thoughts coursed in your mind yet the most prominent thought was obvious… you were finally returning home.
“I look forward to starting,” You respond, matching her voice of enthusiasm.
“That is great to hear… Well, I will let you enjoy the rest of your night. Please call this number again if you have any questions or updates,” She infers.
“Thank you, have a great night!” You add before clamping the flip phone shut, ending the call.
In that moment, your body slumps in the chair while a long exhale of breath escapes your mouth. Every part of your body was jittery to the point it was difficult to contain despite the laborious deep breaths exercises and your hands crossing to squeeze your upper arms. No doubt, the ticket home seemed to magically appear on your lap. Maybe the universe had finally answered your prayer, and within a month you would travel back home.
Tears formed, your eyes evidently becoming glossy while you were seated slumped on the dining room chair. With tears flowing down your face, a part of you felt ridiculous for becoming this emotional.
The front door knob jiggle, the sound of keys from the other side of the door interrupting your mini crying session. Once the door opens, you whip your body to direct your attention to Mateo standing there in the entrance. The evidence of crying was still conspicuous as your cheeks were entirely wet and your eyes were puffy.
“Ah shit, did I come home at a bad time?” Mateo mutters, cautiously setting his black bag on the floor by the entrance after he shuts and locks the front door.
“No, you little jackass. I just got a job offer back home… I start in a month,” You respond in a sincere tone, cracking a subtle smile to Mateo.
Mateo appeared taken back, now walking into a plethora of confounding information. With a few steps into the dinning room, he sits beside you at the dining table. He notices the vase of roses placed on the center of the table yet does not comment on them for now.
“Are you moving because of me?” Mateo questions, a pout forming on his face. He was honestly a child at times.
“Huh? No, absolutely not because of you… I just think I have overstayed here in Nebraska, and need to return home so I can be near family,” You explain, your tone heartfelt as you glance at Mateo with a grin.
Mateo deeply exhales, his brown eyes narrowing at the sight of you, “I guess I'll allow you to leave… on the condition you visit,” He expresses smugly.
A soft chuckle emits from your mouth, nodding in agreement to his prerequisite,” Deal…But I plan on moving out in three weeks. Tomorrow, I am putting in my two weeks resignation letter. Some of my clients are not going to be happy.”
To your verdict, Mateo expresses a solemn smile before his hand points to the roses you arranged in the vase earlier,” So… who bought you these?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.
“I’ll let you guess, but the answer is obvious,” You respond bluntly.
“Leon?” He answers immediately with his lips curved in a grin.
“Mhmm..” You hum, scratching the side of your hair with a finger. “He arrived at session with them, and pretty much shoved them in my arms. Never been so caught off guard,” You then comment.
With a sudden snap of your fingers, you jolt up to stand before scurrying across the room to your bag, “Oh shit, I almost forgot, he also gave me a card. I haven’t opened it yet.” Within a moment, your hand digs inside your beg to then reveal a red envelope once you pull it out. By holding the red envelope in hand, you return to seat yourself at the dining room table beside Mateo, ripping the side of the envelope with your hand. A blank expression instantly appears on your face once you slide out the Valentine’s card. By opening it, you notice a gift card and Leon’s writing inside the card, “Mateo… He gave me a gift card to Chili's… Dude, look what this says…’To the spiciest therapist I know’... What the fuck does that mean?!” You glance at Mateo, biting your lip from amusement and disturbance simultaneously.
Mateo only burst out laughing, snatching the card from your hand to read Leon’s writing closely, “Damn girl, what you be doing to him during your sessions, huh?” Mateo questions you in an accusatory tone with a hint of humor behind it.
“Absolutely nothing… Goodnight!” You huff, snatching the card from his grasp back into your possession before stomping off to your bedroom.
By next morning, you were able to have written a two weeks notice letter explaining your resignation with a clear date that you would be concluding your tenure with USSTRATCOM as a therapist officially on Tuesday, March 1st. The following days were heart-wrenching, revealing to clients that you would be concluding your position as their therapist and only a few sessions with them remained. Several clients congratulated your new position while others simply were in denial of your departure, or expressed their grief to you.
Friday eventually arrived with the anticipation of preparing the last client with the news of your resignation. Instead of being seated at your desk, you waited patiently for the arrival of Leon on one of the two chairs that you would usually sit during the session. Every minute that passed, you contemplated on how to deliver that in a few weeks, you would no longer be his therapist. Last Monday, he gifted flowers and a gift card to you, clearly there was a modicum of admiration from him. Would he congratulate the advancement in your career or distress over your inevitable departure like other clients? You could not rationalize with yourself on why you were nervous to tell him.
Right at 5PM, you heard the knock on the door of your office. Leon was always on time for his sessions when he was not sent away on missions. For his division, you still did not know the kind of work he did but only that he was revered as a top dog in his position.
Upon hearing his steps, your eyes instantly gravitate to his ocean eyes piercing back at you as he treads further inside the office. Leon seats himself on the chair across from you, an obvious grin plastered on his face. No words were exchanged, but your thoughts spiraled,’Shit, should I tell him now?’ Your thoughts debated but you shook your head on the notion.
“Leon, how has it been these past few days?” You then ask, mustering a soft smile on your lips.
“Great, since I knew I’ll be seeing you today,”Leon smooths, leaning comfortably back into his chair.
Your lips falter, steering to not encourage this behavior from your client. “Leon, how many times have I repeated to you to respect the boundaries between us?” You remind him, followed by a soft sigh. This was his mindless flirting that recently sprung up in sessions.
“Too many times, miss. I apologize,” Leon chuckles, averting his eyes to the side at the floor. Ultimately, those icy eyes return their gaze to you even though his face was directed away. “So Miss, how were those roses I gave you last time?” He questions you, his eyebrow quirks as he awaits your answer.
“They were nice, I was able to place them in a vase. Thank you… But understand that as a therapist, I could lose my license for accepting gifts, okay?” You remark, your tone firm with blank expression.
His tongue clicks along with a small nod, “Oh no, I can’t have that happen. I- We need you here…” Leon mentions, his gaze studying your face.
As you examine the features of his face while he spoke, you realize how exhaustive his features appeared. Before he could utter another word regarding gifts, you interfere,”Hey, how are you sleeping as of late these past few nights?”
In that moment, his grin deflates in an almost surprised expression. Leon adjusted his throat, shifting in the chair.“I’m experiencing nightmares…” Leon admits, blushes blooming on his cheeks.
You expected him to retort with humor or downplay his exhaustion. But Leon was actually opening himself to you about his nightmares. This was an opportunity too good to let pass by. By extending your arm to your desk, your hand grabs a notebook and pen. Every detail that he verbalizes, you need written down.
With your pen awaiting on the lines on the paper, your eyes return to his face, the bleak blue in his eyes not as bright as they usually are. “Describe what you remember from your dreams, Leon.”
“Burning bodies, blood caked on my skin that did not belong to me, and things I can’t even explain…” He shifts in his seat again, his voice feeble.
His narrative could not paint a picture for you, the few details not being enough, but only suggested he endured an incident so horrifying. On paper, your pen scribbled down the only two details he described: burning bodies and blood on skin.
“Leon, can you recall an incident you might have seen or experienced?” You ask, bringing the top of the pen to your lips.
After a moment, his head shook,” No ma’am, I simply have watched Dawn of the Dead too many times,” He chuckled, seemingly forcing a smirk.
If you could roll your eyes at this moment, you would. An internal scream echoed in your head, and you nearly wanted to slap your forehead with the notebook in your hand. When he finally opens up about something regarding his trauma, he fucking does this bullshit… again.
Instead of proceeding in your usual passive tone, you adjust your voice to become stern,”Leon, do you honestly need this service?”
He was clearly offended at the change in tone in your voice, his eyes narrowing at you. An expression you never expected to witness him guise, yet you kept your composure. “Yes, I do,” He merely responded, his voice consisting of no humor.
“Then please help me, help you. These past few months you have progressed, but you would honestly be further in your treatment if you allow yourself to open up. I’m not expecting you to explain everything in one session, but understand if you were a bit more cooperative, I can guide you more efficiently through your trauma. I’m not a therapist that wants you to be in therapy forever…” You breathe out along with a huff.
The words seem to echo into the room as the room falls into silence, Leon just sitting there with no words to exchange. Nonetheless, every word spoken from your lips was valid. But on the back of your mind, time was inching closer for you to reveal the news.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, miss. I know I’m your favorite client,” Leon retorts, that same smug expression on his face.
This session was going nowhere, 30 minutes somehow wasted. Time was working against you, so it would be easier to rip the band aid off the wound, right?
“There was never a competition between my clients in the first place. I regard and care for all my clients equally, Leon,” You retort, directly staring at his eyes. “Also…” Your voice proceeds along with an adjustment in your throat. At this point, it can not be helped, he deserved to know. “Uh, to simplify it… in a few weeks I will no longer be working with USSTRATCOM, I’m moving back to Texas. But don’t worry, I already notified the next therapist on your case on your goals and what we worked on.”
The heart in your chest was beating, feeling anxiety ridden, but nonetheless you revealed the big announcement. Then that same tense quiet air settled into the office once more, Leon had a blank stare directed at your face. Those eyes of his blinked several times before he mustered a warm smile. “That’s very sudden news, but congratulations,” He breathed, his fist clenching on his thighs.
While an exhale of air escapes your nose, the ache in your chest seems to ease away. This time, you permit yourself to smile in response to the commendation from Leon. “I really appreciate the congratulations from you… But we will still conduct session the same until I leave. So tell me…what is an incident that may be a considerable source that prompts your nightmares, Leon?”
“Wait-” He utters, tilting his head as his mouth tries to form words. “Can you at least explain why you’re leaving? I know three months is not a long time, but I have made so much progress with you…”
His voice betrays him, nearly breaking yet Leon sustains a smile on his face. Subtle taps on the floor peak your attention, your eyes glancing down to notice his foot tapping on the floor.
“Sure, I can explain… Um, I have close family in Texas, and my next job allows me to be closer to them,” You answer simply, keeping your voice calm.
You see Leon nod in his head in acceptance as he glances down to his hands resting on his lap. “I see… just… you don’t seem like a Texas gal..” He chuckles, bringing his gaze back to you.
A laugh emits from your mouth, not expecting Leon to return to his whits suddenly. “If you expected me to wear a big cowboy hat and speak with a twang, I might just punch you,” You suggest with an empty threat, raising a fist in his direction while your other hand holds the notebook to your lap.
Leon lets out a fake gasp while appearing offended. “Hmm, sounds like someone is in need of anger management.”
“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” You retort, pursing your lips at his remark.
“I think? Oh, honey, I am funny…”
‘Honey?’ This little endearing nickname riled your core, perceiving it as condescending, nonetheless you opt to let this slide. With a small sigh, your eyes peer to the clock on the wall, silently thanking the universe that only 5 minutes of the session remained.
“Alright comedian…” You speak, leaning over the armrest of the chair to grab the clipboard from your desk, “It’s that time you give your signature, and that will be all for today’s session.”
Leon chuckled once you extended the clipboard to him before he wrote his grand signature: ‘Leon Kennedy’ on the signature line. He extended it back to you, except his expression appeared solemn.
“So you really are leaving Nebraska? Quitting USSTRATCOM to move back to Texas?” He inquires, no hint of humor in his voice.
Your head nods, only responding with a hum in agreement.
“Well I’m happy for you… I will see you next week,” He expresses, giving a brief smile before he leaves the office.
“Bye Leon!” You call out, proceeding to shut and lock the office door after he leaves.
An exasperated groan iterates into the empty room, letting out that strenuous hold of breath out your chest. While the complicated part of informing all the clients was settled, now the actual moving process was the next course of action. At that moment, you reluctantly retreat to your desk, knowing that the legal documents, session notes, and insurance signature sheets need to be submitted to your supervisor before you can leave for home. It was Friday, all you wanted to do was drink to your heart's content, play video games, and pass out on the couch. Typical Friday night shit.
In time, all necessary documents were submitted to your supervisor. The familiar brunt whirl of flurries stung the skin of your cheeks once you step outside the building, being welcomed into the dark parking lot. Every step along the parking lot was careful while you walked towards your car, seeing the red among the white.
Even inside the car, your body shivered, desperate to warm up. The inconvenience of the winter night sky entirely made it difficult to see in your car, but you were able to insert the car key into the ignition. With anticipation for warm air, your wrist turns the key forward.
Kkkkkkk.
The sound of the car struggling to start only furrowed your eyebrows in response.
Naturally, you turn the key one more time. Two times. Three times. With a disgruntled groan, you continue to turn the key, your foot persistently pressing the gas pedal.
“No no no no. Baby don’t do this to me now!”
With every desperate turn of the key, the car only responded with jerks before dying completely. Hot visible breaths huffed from your mouth, that bitter cold was already piercing through the fabric of your clothes. Your hand pulls out the key from the ignition and your foot ceases from stepping on the gas pedal. That sense of anxiety crept into your chest once more at the awareness you were oblivious to the malfunction in your car.
Your hand decides to reach down to pull down a small lever, hearing the familiar pop of the hood. While hesitant, you then retrieve your flashlight from the middle console before returning to the brunt winter weather as you exit the driver’s seat. Once the hood is propped up on the stand, you click the flashlight to instantly illuminate the engine under the hood. The problem was then apparent, the light revealing ripped spark plunges that were supposed to be connected to the engine.
“Oh, what the fuck…” The words seem to let out, unsure how this happened to your car.
Crunches of ice behind you alleviated you from deep thought, prompting you to immediately whirl your body to the source of sound. Light from the flashlight directs to a broad figure, startling you to where you nearly scream. Your hand points the flashlight up and you recognize the familiar sandy blonde hair.
“Leon?” You mutter into the air, your eyes widening at his sudden appearance. “What are you doing here?” You then ask, pointing the flashlight down from his face out of courtesy.
“I heard a car struggling to start, so I thought I would check it out…” He responds, proceeding to walk to the open hood of your car. Leon glances down to the flashlight in your hand, gesturing you to hand it to him. “Here,” You whisper, extending the flashlight to him. While he holds the flashlight, he directs it down to the engine, “Damn, your spark plugs are damaged,” He remarks, his demeanor confirming your earlier speculation.
“They were recently replaced, this shouldn’t have happened,” You retort, your tone obviously confused.
“Well they look like they've been bitten… Maybe a small animal searching for warmth crawled inside and decided to chew them out,” Leon suggested, returning his attention to you.
Leon’s revelation was plausible but when you return your glance to the spark plugs, the damage appeared like a clean cut as if they were physically cut by something. Regardless of how they were damaged, your current situation ensured that you were stranded in the parking lot of your job. The road conditions were horrible, piled with snow, and you honestly did not know how long a tow truck would get there.
While you contemplate your options, you hear Leon adjust his throat. “If you like, I could drive you home. It’s cold and dark now, there’s not much you can do," he suggests.
Spark plugs were easy to install, but to travel to a nearby auto shop was complicated enough in this weather. Your head immediately shook at his offer, shifting your attention to his face. “Thanks for the offer, Leon, but I have to decline. I’m still your t-“
“Therapist. I know. Miss, it is dark and freezing. A tow truck would take an hour… I can’t leave you out here,” Leon interjects, his tone stern to prove a point. “Come on, let me take you home. It wouldn’t be an issue for me at all,” He continues, proceeding to let down the hood of your car.
Deep down, you knew his proposal would violate ethical codes as a therapist, but his persistence swayed your verdict. Your body was visibly shaking while you stood there, glancing around the parking lot to ensure no one was watching. “Fine, but straight to my house, Leon.” You sternly express, going to quickly retrieve your purse before returning to his side.
You hear chuckles from Leon while you follow him to a black SUV, obviously a government vehicle. “Perks of being an agent,” Leon mentions, his voice laced with humor. It honestly seemed he was enjoying this.
By sitting in the passenger seat, you experience the loving warmth of heat from the vents once Leon turns on the car. A pang of guilt coursed at the realization you were leaving your car behind at the parking lot. “So you drive a Nissan Z? Didn’t think you’re into cars like that, especially with turbo,” Leon strikes a conversation, driving off the premises of the USSTRATCOM parking lot.
“Ah, it was a parting gift from my dad. She is practically a family member…” You say, blushing a bit.
“There’s no shame in that, it’s actually interesting you’re into cars. But I could definitely swing by in the morning and I could personally switch out the spark plugs,” Leon offers, shifting his attention to you in the passenger seat.
“If replacing the spark plugs is no hassle, then I am okay with it…”
Leon grins, ecstatic that you conceded to his assistance instead of blatantly rejecting his offer. For a moment, he remained quiet as he drove on the snowy desolate streets before eventually realizing he did not know your address. “Ah shit, I got ahead of myself. Tell me where to drive from here to get to your home,” Leon nervously chuckles.
In response, you nod with an assuring smile, ”That’s fine…”
Other than Leon’s rock music playing on the stereo, the car ride became quiet as the exchange of words died down. The moments you only spoke were when you provided directions to your house. Soon the sight of the familiar Victorian house was in view, although you notice a line of cars parked in the driveway and street, along with an absurd amount of people hanging around the house. Once Leon gradually slowed infront of the house, he turned his head to you sitting in the passenger seat.
“This is your house?” He asks, turning down the volume of his rock music.
A sheepish smile appeared on your lips, nodding to Leon,”Yeah, I guess my roommate decided to throw a party.”
Leon returns his attention to the amount of men chilling on the front porch, drinking beers or smoking cigarettes despite the freezing air. You see Leon narrow his eyes at the scene yet smirks when he glances back to you. “Looks fun… but I will see you in the morning, right? Is 9AM alright?”
Your head nods frantically, presenting a pleased smile on your lips,”Uhh, yeah. It sounds good,” You reply, somehow almost forgetting about your car stranded at the parking lot of your job. At that moment, you open the passenger car door before slipping onto the pavement of the road. “See you tomorrow, Leon! And thank you for taking me home…”
Leon seemed content, before waving off to you, "I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night,” He responds. Once you shut the passenger door, he drives off, leaving you to watch him as you stand there in the middle of the road. A nagging intuition provoked an uneasiness into your body regarding this night. Nonetheless, you decided to ignore your paranoia since there is a party that required your attendance because even God knew you deserved it after this whole week.
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Dating Mammon Headcanons
- Literally so clingy, like he’s always touching you in some kind of way like he’s afraid you’re going somewhere.
- One of his primary love languages in terms of receiving is words of affirmation, he’d love a specific pet name only for him.
-Will plan dates that are usually pretty cheap (he’s broke, okay?) but always super fun. Like movie nights at home, walks along the pier, romantic stuff like that. He has stolen borrowed Asmo’s magazines for date advice.
-Every once in a while though, he’ll plan a super extravagant date. Not only will it be expensive though, it’ll be something super personal and almost handcrafted for you.
- LOVES cuddles. Like he will sneak into your room for cuddles at night. You’ll wake up to white hair in your face and strong arms around you.
- He loses some of his tsundere act but it’s still usually there in public even though everyone knows he’s whipped. In private though, that’s a different story.
- Speaking of him being whipped, he will kill a man for you and you don’t even really have to ask?! You could make a sarcastic comment about wanting someone dead and he’ll be racing to beat them up. You gotta control him.
- Satan will make you come to study sessions cause Mammon will only actually do some work if he’s promised kisses or cuddles as a reward.
- Most of his nicknames for you have the word ‘my’ in front of them. He’s a greedy boy.
- He’s incredibly emotionally mature under the tsundere act, he ALWAYS knows when you’ve had a bad day. It’s like a sixth sense and he always knows how to comfort you.
- His crows will bring you gifts. He’ll be a little heartbroken if you throw them away but if he finds them in like a box in your room he will cry happy tears.
- He LOVES you running your hands through his hair, loves it.
- Will unsubtly place his clothes in your room hoping you wear them. On the same note he will spray your bedsheets with his cologne, especially when he visits you up in the human world. He just wants you to feel like he’s there 😭
- Speaking of which, when you go to the human world this boy is texting you NONSTOP. He can’t sleep without your voice, FaceTime him please!
- Forehead kisses. That is all.
- Will always cook your favourite foods when it’s his turn to cook. Beel is wondering how he can get Mammon to do that for him.
- Will bring you photos of him from modelling shoots cause he wants to be told he’s a pretty boy.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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From the prompt list, how about #31 “shut that mouth of yours before i shut it for you” for Soap?
Let's get spicy 🌶😈🧼
MAN ON THE SCREEN
a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!! sixth form has hit me like a truck and i have work which is the length of both my arms 🧍♀️ i’ll be back on track and i’ve already made around 10 plans for future fics which will be coming soon!! i’m in the process of actually writing in detail for 4 of them which include another Soap (angst but i’m adding 3 alternate endings which you can choose from), pure fluff for Valeria, fluffy Ghost and a cute Gaz fic 🤭 ANYWAY please enjoy this attempt of smut, i tried my best <3
(HE’S HONESTLY ADORABLE!!)
summary: Johnny is mostly a soft caring lover but after commenting on one particular man a little too much, he reminds you exactly who you belong to
contains: handjob (slight), jealous(ish) Soap, blowjob, nipple play (slight), hickeys/markings, p in v, dom!Soap, sub!reader, rough sex
word count: 2.0k
taglist: @pumpkinsunexpectedadventure @icemansgirl1999
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Soap was finally home from a 3 month long mission. That was the worst 3 months of your life spent crying at night into his pillow which still lingered with his scent and worrying, wondering if your beloved boyfriend would make it back home. Despite the amount of times you’ve been through this, Johnny has never failed to come home with his arms open wide for you.
Although Johnny had just come home in the last few days, you knew he’d be leaving again soon due to how demanding his job is. He serves his country and it makes you proud to be his girlfriend. Whenever you go into work you show Johnny off with any chance you get, letting your friends see photos that he sends. Typically they’re pretty sweet or corny photos of him posing ridiculously with Alejandro or making the heart symbol with his hands for you. Once he did it with his feet…
Obviously there are also a few photos which you wouldn’t dare show your work friends due to the nature of them.
Intimate moments with Johnny weren’t dominantly rare but you definitely savoured those moments between the two of you as they were special. Most of the time all Soap wants to do is go on a sweet romantic walk in the woodland areas in which you lived then settle down to watch a movie back home before falling asleep with your limbs intertwined.
Due to the limited time you had with your boyfriend, he was rarely rough with you whenever you had sex. One night you brought it up after having a 5-hour long love making session to which he continued to play with your hair and explained that ‘he wants to cherish you, not ruin you with what little time he has home’. It’s quite sweet but there are times where you wish he’d just take full control and show you exactly what he can do.
Today you wanted to try and make him reach a point where he would break. You knew he got slightly jealous of some of the actors you would compliment ‘a little to heavily’, according to him. Of course you’d tell him it was nonsense and that he’s the only man you’d ever want, which is completely true. Johnny wasn’t like any other parter you’ve ever had; he was so loving, caring, attentive and understanding.
This is how you ended up like this; sprawled out on the sofa with Johnny laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest while his hands traced patterns on your thighs. You were threading your fingers through the strip of his mohawk while your eyes were focused on the film. Although your eyes were focused, your mind certainly wasn’t. The only thing you could think about was winding your beloved boyfriend up, trying to find the perfect moment during the film to talk about ‘how attractive’ the male character was which soon came on screen. The character was shirtless and working out in the gym so this was perfect.
“Man, his muscles look amazing…” you murmured but loud enough for Johnny to hear. He lifted his head up slightly and stared up at you slightly confused.
“What’s that, bonnie?” Soap asked, his eyes looking back into yours. You let out a slight giggle and continued. “His muscles… God, I’d do anything for a man like that to take me.”
Johnny continued to look back at you, extremely fumbled as you why you were suddenly making these comments. He cleared his throat and smirk at you. “He might be muscly but he’s nothing compared to your boyfriend, aye?”
“Sure honey but look at him! I bet he’s amazing in bed” you said with a slight dreamy look in your eye. This then aggravated Johnny, he was not fully sitting up on his knees with his eyes slightly crinkled.
“Seriously y/n? What about me?” he questioned, extremely intrigued to know why you were saying this.
“I love you baby but I’m just saying… he could take control over me any time” you admitted, throwing your hands up in defeat. Suddenly there was a change in Soaps demeanour. His eyes no longer looked loving but dark and clouded, his chest was beginning to rise and fall at a quick pace, his hands slowly forming into fists.
“You might want to change that attitude bonnie, I’m warnin’ you” he murmured, his face lowering closer to yours. “It’s nothing against you Johnny, its just that he seems like the… dominant type and I like that”
“So this is what it’s about then, aye? You don’t like me going soft and sweet on you?” he asked, a playful tone evident in his voice. Deciding to put the final nail in the coffin, you whispered in Johnnys ear.
“I bet he knows how to please a woman…”
That was it. He moved you so quickly, you couldn’t register him swinging your body over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairs, your head ever so slightly knocking against his back with every step he took.
“You should be careful with what you say to me bonnie, I won’t go easy”
When you made it to your shared bedroom, Johnny slowly and gently planted you to the floor, then slowly pushed you down onto your knees by your shoulders. Even when he was supposed to be dominant, his caring nature slipped through some of his actions.
“Now… you better shut that mouth of yours before i shut it for you” Soap murmured, looking straight down at you while his hands played with his belt buckle. You just stared back at him, dumbfounded. However, you wouldn’t stop your teasing.
“Never knew you could be so demanding John…” you told him. That was it for him.
Johnny grabbed your chin with one hand roughly while the other hand trailed down to the button and zip on his jeans. He got them undone rather quickly before pulling them down roughly, desperate for your touch.
Soon enough you were face to face with the sight of his boxers, the outline of his hard cock extremely visible. Slowly, you hand crept to the hem of his boxers then gently pulled them down, leaving Johnnys bottom half completely bare. The tip of Johnnys cock was near enough pulsing, already beginning to drip with pre.
“Did I do this to you, Johnny?”
“I cannae help myself when you look so pretty on your knees” he chuckled slightly, breathing out his answer. “Now put that mouth of yours to use”
With that being said you brought your hand up to the base of his cock, squeezing it slightly which earned a grunt from the man in front of you. Hearing Johnny let out his sounds gave you encouragement to move your hand steadily along his dick, gaining more groans from your boyfriend.
However for Johnny, he felt like he was losing control. Although he loved having you take your time with him and being attentive, he wanted to ruin you this time after those comments you made. Johnny then swatted your hands away from him and grabbed the base of his cock before guiding it down your throat completely.
He wasn’t intending on going soft on you. No. A sudden spark of possessiveness struck a light within him and there’s only one thing of his he’s never willing to share and that is you. So when you started spouting off about how that man on the tv, Johnny knew that he had to remind you who you belonged to.
“Look at you bonnie… you can barely fuckin’ breath with your mouth full of my cock” Soap groaned, his hands grasping at your hair roughly. “So pretty y/n…”
Tears were forming at your eyes, head going foggy at the shear feeling of Soaps cock sliding down your throat, hard enough to leave bruising. This was a sight to die for; Johnny completely intoxicated by the feeling of your mouth.
Johnny couldn’t keep quiet no matter how hard he tried. Groans and grunts slipping from his pink lips, occasionally wetting them with his tongue. “Such a slut for me… shit, I’m getting close… get up, off your knees” Johnny groaned, his grip on your hair loosening before he helped you up on your feet.
As you walked over to the bed, you pulled your shirt off over your head and pulled your bottoms down, leaving you in your underwear. You’ll let Johnny have the pleasure of taking it off of you.
Johnny soon stood by the edge of the bed, slowly creeping up onto the mattress. He stared down at you while he peeled his shirt off and tossed it into the corner joining your discarded shirt and bottoms. He took this moment to admire you in your underwear, just for him.
This moment didn’t last that long as Johnny practically ripped your lacy bra in half, throwing both pieces away before attacking one of your tits with his warm mouth. While his tongue circled one boob, his hand played and toyed with the other making you whine out.
“J-Johnny…”
“Mhm, that’s it…” he mumbled, still entranced by your tits. Feeling the way it’d mould perfectly with his lips and fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, the feeling of him on your skin.
He knew that he’d have to break apart soon though, as he was desperate for more. Just like he’d done with your bra, Soap ripped your panties practically off your body leaving your bare in front of him.
Soap almost felt like he didn’t want to rush it, to take his sweet time with you and make you whine out for him but the thought of making you scream for him while he pounded into you with no mercy seemed so appealing right this second.
Johnny grabbed your legs and placed each knee over each of his shoulder so he could reach those deeper points. He then gripped the base of his cock before slowly pushing himself in. There was no need for much foreplay as you were already soaking for him.
Soap almost immediately started to thrust into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. The headboard already slamming into the wall as Johnny grabbed your wrists and held your hands above your head against the wall. To fill the pleasurable silence, Johnny spoke
“You wanted this baby… wanted this just as much as I did”
“Oh bonnie…”
“You feel amazing y/n” he groaned, your walls fluttering against his cock with each word he said that dripped like honey.
His balls slapped harshly against your ass, sure enough to leave a slight bruise while his head leaned down so he could leave marks of his own on your neck.
Johnny noticed a slight change in your demeanour; you were breathing heavier, you couldn’t maintain eye contact and all you could muster up were jumped up versions of his name. He knew you were close.
Soap then trailed one hand (while the other stayed pinning both your wrists) down to your clit, leaving rough circular motions over it making you practically scream. “Oh J-Johnny… a-almost there” you shrieked, your legs beginning to shake.
“Go on baby, cum for me… do it you slut” Johnny growled in your ear, his pace didn’t falter but instead increased so he could give you the best orgasm he’s ever given you.
As you reached your climax, you saw pure white. The orgasm which Soap just gave you left you in some state, your heart pounding against your chest while your legs couldn’t stop shaking.
“Fuck, I’m cumming…” Johnny moaned before releasing inside you, coating your walls with his hot cum.
He then moved your legs off his shoulders and collapsed beside you, ready for a nap. Soap let his arm drape around your waist, pulling you into him slightly while his nose nuzzled in your hair.
“Take a nap my love, you’ve earned it. I’ll be here for you when you wake up if you want to go again” Johnny whispered to you, wanting to give you a break from the loudness of your precious actions.
You just nodded as acknowledgement and rested your head against his chest before falling asleep.
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dissociatED ch. 2
the girls (edd and eddy) are no longer fighting
“Greetings! You’ve reached Eddward. Unfortunately, I’m unable to take your call at the moment. If you will, please leave a brief message with your name, and telephone number, and I’ll return your call as soon at my earliest convenience. Thank you!”
Eddy mocked the nasally voice under his breath after hanging up and tossing the phone onto the foot of his bed. It was bad enough that he would yet again be the one admitting defeat in another of their standoffs. Now he had to wait for a call back just to apologize? Restless with frustration, he hopped off his bed and paced around his bedroom as if to follow his train of thought.
He’s ignoring me. He’s gotta be! His phone’s literally attached to his hip with that tacky ass belt holster. He shuddered to think of the gauche accessory.
Maybe Ed’s sixth sense was wrong and he’d finally fucked it up for real this time. The only logical explanation was that Double Dee had reached his threshold for Eddy’s bullshit once and for all and would never forgive him. One dickish remark too many. And the last one was a doozy.
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“So you’re not coming?” The breath hitched in Eddy’s throat released as a scoff.
“Eddy, if you'd-”
“Y'know, I only agreed to go cuz you looked like you were gonna fucking cry when I said I didn’t want to. Here I was, willing to embarrass myself for you and you’re gonna flake?” He scowled at the shiny plastic garment bag hanging from the frame of his closet.
Edd rolled his eyes at the guilt trip. He looked down at his notepad where ‘sorry’ was scrawled several times in a hodgepodge of print and cursive.
"Due to a… discrepancy in scheduling, I've had to make a few discommodious adjustments to a-accommodate an important - mandatory, in fact - meeting of the associated student body… Believe you me, if there was a way I could be there, I would.” Edd should have left his sputtering at that, but felt compelled to inject additional awkwardness. “Yessiree. Front row." His teeth scraped his lip while he hoped against hope that his lousy excuse would be accepted with minimal scrutiny.
"You lie like a cheap rug! If you cared so much, you'd find a way to be here."
Edd’s cheeks were burning. Though he considered himself to be fairly skilled in the art of prevarication, he should have known better than to think he’d get one over on Eddy “Spinner of Yarns” McGee.
"Y-You don't understand," he choked. Citing the enervating anxiety he felt about venturing back to Peach Creek sounded like even more of a cop out in his head than the nonexistent meeting. In all truth, the mere thought of taking in its familiar sights, sounds and smells for an entire day worsened his chronic shortness of breath. Not to mention the hours-long trip just to get there. Before he could find the words, a gruff voice interjected.
"Forget it, you're doin' me a favor. Just wish you'd told me before I rented the fuckin' robe." he bluffed, knowing full well his parents weren't going to let him skip commencement after they paid for his cap and gown. "And I don't get why you feel the need to lie. You know you suck at it.”
"Yes well," Edd cleared his throat before making another attempt to explain. "Your and Ed’s educational milestone is important to me, Eddy. Unfortunately, I have other obligations." His unintentionally stony tone prompted a softening of his next words. "I do hope you'll still attend. Earning a high school diploma is quite an achievement for you."
"For me? What the hell’s that s'posed to mean?!"
"I meant nothing by it! Though I'm sure you'd agree, things were a bit touch and go for a while there." Eddy remained silent during his friend's dramatic pause.
His trudge to the educational finish line had indeed been a struggle, which was why he was so hurt by Edd ditching. Their off and on tutoring sessions over the years were the only reason he maintained a solid 2.3 GPA. Apparently that all meant nothing now.
"I’m very proud of you, Eddy."
"Uh-huh. Not proud enough, apparently." The cantankerous little cad couldn't help it. If there was a snide remark to be made, his soul wouldn’t rest until he was the one to make it. "All that belly achin’ you do about your parents - now look at you! You’re acting just like ‘em."
Edd's wide eyes blinked incredulously at such an emotional sucker punch. They’d exchanged their fair share of injurious insults across years of tumultuous friendship, but their tacit agreement not to exploit certain vulnerabilities had never been breached. During even their worst tiffs, he wouldn’t have dreamed of such a low blow from someone who claimed to be his best friend.
Eddy's knee bounced furiously while he waited for a response to his odious words that hung like Ed’s B.O.. It was a shitty thing to say, sure, but what kind of jerk misses their buddy’s graduation? As far as he was concerned, he was the real victim here. So he doubled down.
“You can tell Ed too, cuz I’m not in the mood for the waterworks.”
Rustling was heard on the other line before the call disconnected.
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Edd froze with his hand gripping the front door knob of his shared apartment. The deadbolt clicked with the turning key, then the door gave way to his weary shoulder. He was still adjusting to the culture shock of seeing how people lived when they didn’t have a pathological need for order. Living with strangers - living with anyone was taking Edd much longer to get used to than expected.
Indignation boiled his insides while he stood eyeing the open floor plan from the doormat. As he stepped inside, he kicked the folded corner of an area rug back, and picked up a couple of throw pillows from the middle of the floor. Loose filler paper spilled from the open pocket of a backpack tossed on the couch. He brought his hands up to his temples to serve as blinders to the squalor as he continued toward the hall.
Being the friendly folks they were, his roommates frequently reminded him that he was in fact allowed to come out of his room. Edd always politely declined, confounded by the concept of relaxing in a room that hadn’t been dusted in recent memory. At this point, it was clear that his colleagues were less than receptive to his sermons on the advantages of sanitization, organization and minimalism. Now he just did his best to ignore the unvacuumed floors, the sinkful of dishes and clutter collecting dust on every flat surface. It was just his luck to be housed with two people whose filth gave Ed a run for his money. A lineup of empty soda cans was swiped off the kitchen table by the messenger bag jutting from Edd’s hip as he zipped by. He startled at the noise, but stuck to his resolution to no longer clean up after capable adults.
The door of his austere refuge opened to cool, purified air, subtly scented with lavender from a reed diffuser. He entered just far enough to close the door and hang his bag and windbreaker from the hook on the back. The mattress protector and sheets crinkled as he plopped onto the twin bed and plucked his hat off for a vigorous massage of his tender scalp. As he folded over and tugged at his double knotted shoelaces, he glanced up and saw the phone he’d left on his desk all day.
He first realized it was missing during mid-morning breakfast with his ESL conversation partner. Mostly unbothered, since incoming phone calls were a rarity these days, it slipped his mind before he even finished his crepes. It wasn’t until early evening that he was reminded of its absence when his steel guitar tutee was ten, then twenty minutes late for their lesson. He attributed the absence to end-of-summer blues, but just in case, he tucked his shoes off to the side and grabbed the little nylon pouch. His heart sank when he flipped the screen up and saw that he’d missed six calls from one of the few numbers he had saved.
"Hello?"
"Eddy? I-I'm so sorry, I… I was in a rush as usual and forgot my cell phone at home this morning. Is everything okay?" While waiting for an answer, he’d been recounting a list of worst case scenarios and going over the most logical reaction for each.
"Aye, Sockhead! Long time no talk?" He cringed at the poor attempt at sounding more composed than he felt. "Uh, how are ya?"
"I’m returning your call. Well, calls.” Edd’s concern quickly gave way to snark once he caught his friend's signature cheeky tone. "How are you?"
"Can't complain. Well I could, but who wants to hear it, amirite?"
Several seconds passed before Edd responded to the hackneyed quip.
"Seems I'm not the only one with a tendency to mirror their parents."
For once, didn't take long for Edd to get to the point. Eddy deflated like a balloon. At least with the elephant acknowledged he could cut the crap.
"Look, I didn't mean what I said, okay?" His voice was a low mumble. "I was just frustrated with the whole… thing. If it's any constellation, my folks made me go anyway."
"Oh yes, I feel quite consoled, Eddy." The corners of his mouth tightened. "I do appreciate the effort it must have taken you to form something adjacent to an apology.”
"Right…" Eddy responded, then waited for the "but".
"After some reflection, however, I realized that there may have been some merit to your callous comment." Edd recrossed his legs and leaned back in his ergonomic office chair. "I told you I'd be there cheering you on when you advanced this next phase of life. And I wasn't.” His ears tingled with imminent lacrimation. “For that, I sincerely apologize."
Eddy was used to his friend's frequent blubbering by now, but his chest still tightened when Edd’s voice cracked. Luckily, befriending a crybaby was great practice for offering comfort in moments like these.
"Hey, c'mon. You're nothin' like those tight asses. Not with the, like, important stuff." He still wasn’t very good at it. “'Sides, I still had Ed! Oh man, you shoulda seen it! He tripped over his own dumb feet twice on his way up to the stage." A hearty laugh cut through the tension. “I hope someone was recording! Fuckin’ idiot.”
"Yes, he told me as much.” Edd sniffled and let out a weak laugh. “In fact, he gave me quite the rundown for most of your past academic year. Including the so-called senior prank you hoped to pull." A sneaking smile accentuated his playful scorn.
"Me? A prank?" Eddy gasped and clutched his proverbial pearls. "It was a good one, huh?"
"Mmm, from what I could gather during his breathless retelling, you hoped to replace each student's photo in the yearbook with your own portrait?" Edd's smirk grew. "Sounds less like a prank and more a manifestation of unchecked narcissism."
"I thought it was funny. If that girlfriend of yours would’ve played along it would've been a scream." Eddy replied flatly. "I swear she used her piddly authority as head of the yearbook club to unfairly target me. What’d I ever do to her?” He gestured wildly alone in his room. “She wouldn't even approve my quote! Instead, she put some mealy-mouthed bullshit about the value of education. You need to get a handle on her.”
Edd momentarily ignored the bulk of the erroneous ravings and gave in to curiosity about what kind of trouble Eddy had been causing in his absence.
"Dare I ask just what vile excerpt you insisted be printed below your definitive school photo? The photo, mind you, that generations of our fellow alumni will undoubtedly come across?" Edd closed his eyes as innumerable offensive possibilities raced through his mind.
"It was gonna be that old Sinatra quote. Y’know, 'The best revenge is massive success.’ But oh no, little miss Steinem said it'd be a cold day in hell before a misogynist was commemorated in her precious book. Hell, I don't even care for the guy, but it's a good quote."
"That's it? Funny, I imagined something far more…blue. Although, she does have a point about the normalization of mid-century machismo. I'd think you of all people would be sympathetic to her cause."
Eddy paused to figure out what Edd meant.
"By the way, Nazz and I separated shortly before your class graduation. I was going to tell you when we last spoke but-"
"Woah, woah, woah, hang on! What’d she write ya a Dear John letter?"
A crackling laugh sent Edd recoiling from the phone’s speaker. Eddy made no effort to downplay his glee at the news he'd been waiting to hear for nearly a year.
"What happened, didja sprout a few chest hairs and scare her off?"
Edd held his matter-of-fact reply until the snickering ceased.
"The hardships of maintaining a long distance relationship proved too much to abide, I'm afraid. I think we had an inkling that our dalliance was doomed to dereliction, but it certainly was fun while it lasted."
"The fuck does that mean? You dumped her?"
"I like to think of it as mutual, Eddy. We came to realize that we were simply two ships passing in the night. Alas, separated by the briny tides of the vast ocean of inconstancy we call life."
"Yeah, she dumped ya. And now I see why, ew!"
"Oh, and I suppose women are just lining up to jump into that unmade bed of yours?" Edd snorted.
"Uh, duh! They’re linin’ the block just for the chance. Had to install a turnstile for chrissake!" He smiled when Edd's scoff morphed into a genuine laugh.
"Why, it’s a wonder you found the time to call me. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah well, even Lothario needs a breather from time to time.” Eddy flipped over on the bed to lay on his stomach. “What about you? How's the single life treatin' ya? You must be bumpin' uglies with a different chick every night, huh?"
Edd rolled his eyes at the notably accusatory tone and accompanying vulgar image.
"Please. If I didn't know any better, I’d think I had unwittingly signed a vow of celibacy along with the lease for my off-campus apartment." Edd stood from his chair and stretched with a drawn out groan, then took the three short steps back to his outgrown bed. "Not that I've had the time, nor energy for such extracurricular activities, given my shortsightedness in arranging my summer schedule."
Relief washed over Eddy.
"What, you mean to tell me you ain't goin' to the keggers at Alpha Beta Soup every weekend?" They both chuckled at the absurd idea.
"Tempting as it may be to attend a gathering of belligerent, red-faced bloviators, where the guest of honor is a barrel of Bud Light - I think I'll pass."
"You gotta make time for yourself or you'll go nuts, Dee. What've you been doing all break then?"
"Well, I just finished my final class of the summer… Oh, and I’ve started tutoring again.” Exhaustion stopped him from elaborating. “Now, I’m waffling.”
"About what?"
"Well, I'd really like to see you and Ed before classes commence in a few weeks. I'm just not sure…"
"Not sure?" Eddy's forehead scrunched. "I'm- er, Ed's practically dysfunctional without ya. More than usual, that is."
"Oh good lord, please tell me he's still employed?" Edd's subconscious foot shaking paused while awaiting an answer.
"Yeah, yeah he's still at the plant." Eddy heard a faint exclamation of relief from his friend. "Him and May are still mushy as ever, yadda yadda yadda. I can tell he's missin’ ya though."
"It's not that I don't want to see you! I'm just once again letting worry cloud my better judgment." Edd looked down at the throbbing, red thumb he'd been mindlessly picking at since before their call started. "I'm not even sure where I'd stay if I did come to visit."
There was a brief silence while Eddy's brain caught up to his friend's words. He'd been stuck on the irony of Edd worrying about Ed's job, when in reality he was the one who'd recently nearly wrecked his car looking for "Help Wanted" signs.
"Well, depending on when you wanna come, my folks are takin' their uh… 'couples' cruise' in like, a week. You could stay at my place."
Edd's face lit up at his friend's offer.
"Oh, Eddy, that would be fantastic! And what convenient timing… How long will they be away?"
"Mom said they're leaving for the airport Tuesday morning, but I'll have to find out when they're comin' back. It's usually like a week."
"Excellent!" Edd squeaked excitedly. "As soon as you find out I'll buy my bus ticket, and-"
"Bus?!" Eddy sat up. "You really think you'd survive a ride on the Freakshow Express? Get real! I'll drive it. Just gimme the address."
"Honestly, Eddy, the bus isn't that bad. I'm of the opinion that having to endure a few eccentrics is a small price to pay for ecologically sustainable transportation."
"I want to come get you." He was a little embarrassed by how intense he suddenly sounded. His heart rate picked up. An eyebrow arched beneath Edd's hat.
"Have you been adhering to your vehicle's maintenance schedule?"
"You can't help yourself, can you?" Eddy laughed and shook his head. "My car's fine. I just got the brake pads replaced, and I think they changed the oil. Might've been the wiper fluid... I dunno. How bout I bring ya the receipt and you can write your analysis on the way back?"
"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not jumping at the opportunity to be stranded on some rural back road with no phone service, and none of the tools required to correct whatever mechanical misfortune undoubtedly befalls us given our seemingly supernatural bad luck. Do you even have a roadside emergency kit? Preferably including road flares?"
"I still have the one you gave me! You act like we're goin' to Canada or something. It's a few hundred miles. I got cables, a spare, a jack, and I'll wear my cut offs in case we need to flag down some meathead to do the grunt work."
Edd's giggling tapered with a sigh.
"In that case, I look forward to seeing you, Eddy."
"I bet you do." He teased, making Edd redden. "Nah, I'm excited to see you too. Maybe we could, uh... get some lunch or somethin' while we're out there." It was a benign suggestion, but heightened excitement made it seem risky.
"I'd like that." Edd's calm voice masked the fact that he was screaming internally. No, he wouldn't read to much into his friend's words. He'd only end up hurt again. Instead, he read his watch. "I hate to cut our conversation short, Eddy, but I've got to start my nighttime routine."
As kids, they'd yap on the phone for hours with no lull until one or both of them fell asleep clutching the receiver. Eddy found himself grinning like an idiot at the not-so-distant memories. After such a long stretch of not speaking, it was difficult to say goodbye.
"Alright, have fun scrubbing your elbows or whatever it is you do."
"You know I will!"
"I'll let you know what my mom says. I'll text you!"
"Sounds great. Good-"
"Don't forget your phone!"
"I'll clip it to my belt tonight."
"'You better."
"Good night, Eddy."
"Night, Dee."
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15 questions tag game
thank you @officialfoxsquadron for the tag :D
Were you named after anyone? No. My parents just liked the name.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? I think a couple of weeks ago? I'm trying to remember if I cried in my last therapy session, and I vaguely remember tearing up. It's funny; I was such a crier well into my mid-twenties and then I just...wasn't any more. The fact that I can go a month or more without crying now is still bizarre even though I've been like this for a decade.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? I don't. I would like kids, but that has not been in the cards for me up to this point.
WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? Okay, well, first off, I've never competed in anything. I've taken horseback riding lessons (dressage and show jumping mainly), took ballet off and on over the years, I was a cheerleader in high school (I don't think the validity of cheer being considered a sport is called into question much any longer, but also, I was a base. I lifted people. It's a dang sport.), I used to run (I have successfully completed two 5k races and a 15k, but I think I'm done with running), and for the hottest of seconds, I did some roller derby training but never competed.
DO YOU USE SARCASM? Regularly
FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their demeanor, I guess?
WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Blue/green with some yellow around my pupils (I think it's called central heterochromia, but I'm not looking that up right now)
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I don't like truly scary movies at all, so happy endings, I guess. My limit watching something by myself is like...The Sixth Sense. I watched Haunting of Hill House with my mom and brother and loved it, but when I tried to rewatch it, it was way too spooky for me. And I don't think most people consider that show particularly scary, so. Happy endings.
ANY TALENTS? writing, I've dabble with different artistic mediums and have been solidly okay in most of what I've tried except fiber arts stuff, my brain works a little differently than a lot of people's, which works well in my line of work because solving problems sometimes involves looking at the issue differently, and I tend to notice stuff a lot of people don't (just like they notice stuff I don't).
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Texas
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing, horseback riding (though it's been nearly a year), video games, hiking if it's not 100000 degrees outside and my allergies aren't acting up (so, basically never these days)
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Two cats, Winnie and Posey.
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'6". Fun(?) fact: my mom and all of her siblings grew an inch in their twenties, and I didn't expect to do that because I physically take after my dad a lot more than my mom, but I was 5'5" all through my teens and early twenties, and then suddenly was measuring 5'6", so I guess I also did the thing.
FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Anatomy & Physiology
DREAM JOB? Writer of some sort.
tags: @diplomaticprincess, @smallblueandloud, and anyone else who wants to fill something out!
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wah you were so sweet back then by sending me an ask sjsjsh and thank you for being by my side and worrying about me :((
@chokchokk - #... choy 🏔️
I HAVE NO WORDS FOR YOU BESIDE A TON OF COMPLIMENTS CHOY YOUR WRITING SKILL IS ON ANOTHER LEVEL LIKE YOU'RE MY FAVORITE ATEEZ FIC AUTHOR ON THIS PLATFORM !! the mingi fic, worked hard harder for you? I'VE READ IT FOR THE SIXTH TIME NOW I CAN'T GET OVER HUBBY MINGI 😭 you're very sociable, easy going, what a jester and magician to me, and it's always fun to talk to you, sharing about different cultures, and experiences. i adore you so much, choy mi amor. i never get tired for saying your writings feel like first love 🥺
@dairyminki - #... elle🍦
your vibe is really, really, soft. i don't know why but i find it that way. like a vanilla ice cream. i remember your old header it was seonghwa with purple color scheme omg i'd love to get closer to you !
@smolyeo - #... yeo 🍓
MY STRAWBERRY YEO MY HYPE GIRL!! you're such a lovable creature how can't i'm not attracted to you :(((
@desirehorizon - #... dee 🔱
when i first saw your blog, i was like 'ohh, interesting' because you arrange your layout and your masterlist neatly. you feel like that friend who has power to protect the whole circle omg
@nishloves - #... nish ✨
nish ! your bubbly vibe always makes me smile you're so friendly and it's nice to be your moot !
@x03yd0cx - #... xoey 🐼
xoey, i know you from the blockbuster fic of wooyo and i enjoyed ittt ! let's get closer <3
@babesindestroyland - #... ty 💅🏻
i'm new for being your moot but i know you have such a beautiful heart, supportive, and thoughtful ! i'd love to get closer to you !
@gummygowon - #... mai 🧃
MAI ! thank you for sending me message through inbox to begin with 🤠 i was flattering when you said my theme is sickkkk you have that girlcrush energy omg
@jaehunnyy - #... chip 🫧
chip sunshine! your cute pics and your expressive replies to my messages always made my day thank you for reaching out for me :(( i'm happy to be your moot
@cherryonigiri - #... alice 🌌
i know your blog because i searched for divider tutorial and then found it on your acc ! i will never forget it cause it helped me a lot sjsjsj
@yourfatherlucifer - #... felix⚡
hey lixie ! i hope you won't hate your writings anymore after this :( have confident in yourself you're enough !
@haosweater - #... mei 🧸
mei ! your vibe AGHHHH like that cottage core girl with comfort fr (i don't know why esp your usn is 'sweater'. can i be your heather? JSJSHHS)
@senpai-of-doom - #... doom 🚀
thank you for reaching out for me you seem sociable ! let's get closer <3
@rubywonu - #... nia 💫
i'm your new moot so i haven't know you well but omgosh i know you from redamancy, you seem kind and loving, you too feel free to hit me up, nia !
@icyminghao - #... noelle 🥞
i'm new to be your moot and i was so happy when i saw you followed me back because GOSHH i've been reading to your fics and it's unbelievable we're being moots now ! your fics bring comfort to me (like honey pancakes for breakfast!), thank you for keep writing 🥺
@mingycr - #... ana 🪽
i don't know you have something within you, i sense it. you seem warm-hearted 🌷
@hanverse - #... kaira 🌸
kaira ! we're just being moots like- yesterday?? but oh, you seem like that girl with doll heart, your theme is saur cute too !
#kala : moots#i love all of you#like so much#what do i do without you :(((#hope you have a wonderful day#and always be healthy !
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Telling them you’re pregnant
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴
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🐉𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊🍳
-tbh, Tatsu might unconsciously know you’re pregnant before you do; the man has a sixth sense or something. he notices your eating habits change, your sudden dislike of certain smells, etc., but in case something else might be going on, he doesn’t say anything about the things he’s noticed
-yes, Tatsu saw the pregnancy tests you tried to hide from him, but still said nothing. after confirming that you were pregnant, you walk straight out of the bathroom to the kitchen where Tatsu is arranging dinner: he opens his mouth to announce that the food is ready, but seeing you start to speak, goes quiet
- “Tatsu, I’m...I’m pregnant.”
-Tatsu is taken aback by the sudden declaration, dirty spatula falling from his hand as you see his eyes widen behind sunglasses. sure, he knew something different was going on with your body, but...pregnancy? his DIY books didn’t say anything about pregnancy
-seeing he is unable to move, you rush forward and take his hands, squeezing them tightly in encouragement, needing his formal reaction to this huge news. would he be afraid or stoic? would he be concerned or despondent?
- “Really?” He asks breathlessly, hands shaking slightly in your grip. “Yer really... pregnant?”
-when you smile brightly at him, a silent confirmation, Tatsu loses it, hiding his face in your shoulder as he cries silent tears of joy. the crying soon turns to disbelieving laughter, wondering how a guy like him got so lucky to get a second chance at life, a chance to have a family with the person he loves most
-the worrying will come later, after he’s had time to reflect on his own childhood and young adulthood, but for now, everything in the world is okay. he has you, a lovely home, good friends, and now there’ll be yet another thing for him to love and care for--for Tatsu, there was nothing better than that
-the crying session will be quickly followed by Tatsu doing immediate research on how best to nurture and care for his pregnant s/o, so you better have a pen and notebook at the ready
🐅𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜🍰
-Tora finding out his s/o is pregnant could go a few ways, depending on whether or not the pregnancy was planned
-with Tora, you plan how you’re going to tell him, knowing that depending on how his day went, his reaction to your announcement could go either way. you wait until a quiet evening when he returns from slinging crepes, whistling and apparently in a content mood
-although you originally planned your speech, when Tora asks you how your day was, you kind of just blurt it out, stunning him. his eyes go wide, his mouth opens, unable to function for a solid minute as the information sinks in
- “Yer...pregnant? Like...with my kid?” You nod, and he breaks eye contact for a second, staring at the ground with the gears turning inside his brain. the long moment of silence following spikes your anxiety to new heights, unsure what his tense posture means
-it’s possible that with his rough background, Tora thinks having a kid is too dangerous, as he still has many enemies running around from his yakuza life. it’s possible, you think, that he may have some serious reservations about bringing a child into the world...just how strong those reservations might be, you don’t know, and it makes waiting for his reply even more maddening
-suddenly, Tora crushes you into a hug, swooping you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. he doesn’t say anything for a long time, just holds you close, a thousand thoughts, both worrisome and joyful rushing through his mind--joy was trying to come out on top, a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to experiencing, but longed desperately for
- “I ain’t good with words,” Tora whispers in your ear. “But I won’t let you down, you or our child--I swear on it. I’ll be a good father.”
- you had no doubts about Tora’s promise, letting him know he didn’t have to be perfect to be a good father, and that you would work it out together. he might have cried, but if Tatsu or anyone else asked, it was only a few tears (it was actually a lot--he secretly always wanted children)
🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡
-Obviously Masa doesn’t plan anything in his life, so you getting pregnant was a total accident. despite that, you’re actually excited to be having Masa’s baby, barely able to keep it a secret from your friends, because obviously you wanted the father to know first
-when Masa wakes up from another five hour nap after you return from work, you give him the news and he is completely confused, blinking at you slowly while still trying to wake himself up
- “Pregnant? ...But I thought the storks bring babies?” No, sweetie...
-After you give him a detailed explanation of pregnancy and how it happens, Masa jumps to his feet with a burst of energy and understanding, hands going to grab at his hair as his brain catches up with this information. A baby? He’s going to be father? Him? who would’ve thought?
-hugs you wildly and excitedly for several minutes, not even thinking about what a huge weight of responsibility this will be for both of you, only thinking about how happy he is to soon have a child, something he never thought would happen to a “loser” like him
-does he know anything about children or pregnancy? hell no. but that doesn’t stop him from being thrilled, thinking about all the fun things you guys will get to do with your child once they’re born, a family all your own--finally, he’ll have something he can always be proud of (hello househusband!)
-When you ask if he’s worried, Masa hides his anxiety. “No way, babe! Why would I be nervous?! You’ll be a great mom, and I’ll...well, I’ll be the dad! Yeah!”
-Once he thinks about it a little longer...oh yeah. He’ll definitely need to give Tatsu a call ASAP
🐉 🐅 🐕
#the way of the house husband#househusband headcanons#manga#tatsu x reader#immortal dragon#yakuza#japan#masa x reader#tora x reader#masa the way of the househusband#torajiro#reader insert#tatsu x you#tora x you#masa x you#pregnancy#marriage#established relationship#humor#fluff#domestic bliss#slice of life#kousuke oono#unplanned pregnancy#oneshot#yakuza themes
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and the pain never left, it just transferred to someone else
synopsis: y/n committed suicide years ago but the boys still remember them
pairing: one direction x sixth member reader
TW: OVERDOSE, PILLS, CURSING, MENTIONS OF DEATH AND MENTAL HEALTH
please don't read if you're sensitive to topics above
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Liam's pov:
today marks 5 years, 5 years since we barged into the bathroom where they layed limp on the floor holding the damned bottle of sleeping pills, everyone thought they were better, management thought the therapy sessions were doing her good but apparently not, they tried, they were a fighter , key word is... WERE
×FLASHBACK×
"niall, can you check up on y/n please? it's oddly quiet she's usually blasting music or something!"
"wait I'll go with you mate" zayn stated and with that they got up, they had a close bond with both of them especially niall, they never would get annoyed at niall, never!
"LIAM"
Niall's voice rang through my ears. that couldn't be good!, i sprinted toward their room, then i saw them: pale skin, limp figure and sickly color, then i spotted it: sleeping pills, the bottle was empty which means one thing that they swallowed it whole "CALL AN AMBULANCE QUICKLY!" i panicked while dialing the number, my fingers were numb, my mind had tons of questions; why? did they think this through? will they wake up? when the paramedics came through the door checking on them, they stated what i feared the most : they took their own life while we were oblivious, but they were getting better, what happened? all the therapy sessions? the insomnia? the pills? the anxiety they felt? ; niall broke down into tears the minute the medics finished them up. we tried to comfort him our best, gone, they were gone, our baby bandmate
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a few days after the funeral and all media was heartbroken for their death, weren't they the reason they hated themselves? why the caring now for? i never cried, i still couldn't process any of this shit, i was supposed to keep everyone in check for their sake but that doesn't mean that i didn't cry myself to sleep the last few days, i was getting a change of clothes when i noticed a medium glittery box, I'm sure it's not mine but it has our initials on it, it smelled familiar too but i didn't want to do this alone
"BOYS, can y'all come 'ere for a second?"
we all gathered in my room , harry started tearing up upon seeing the box, i embraced the boy and we opened the lid: it's full to the brim: polaroids of us, polaroids of them, their favorite perfume, some of their jewelry, and a letter in her unique handwriting which reads
To My Boys<3
if you're reading this that means I've succeeded, I've always felt safe with you guys, i left you all little things to remind you of me and how much i appreciated all of you in my life, niall i left those cool sunglasses for you, harry i left a few rings for your collection and nail polish, louis you smol bean i left that edgy band shirt that you eyed in my closet didn't think i saw you right? you're wrong lou!, zaynie i left the colorful scrunchies that Doesn't make your hair strained and hair products for you, liam i left the chain and that perfume for you, i don't want to see any of you crying, just take of yourselves, i know that i have been putting you all through hell taking care of me, I've been such a burden on you guys.
NIALL continue being your carefree, happy go lucky self I'm watching you if you didn't listen then my ghost will haunt you forever
HAZZA I don't know without you what I'll do please embrace your love for nail polish wear whenever wherever you like, if people don't like they can just bugger off
LOUIS the sass masta, i need you to take care of yourself loubear, don't let your sassy self fade away after i pass away
ZAYNIE i don't want for you to continue working for record do you think i don't know what you're doing to yourself take a break and focus on yourself and make yourself happy
and finally LI i know that you're putting your emotions at bay but you don't need to hold it in daddy direction!, you don't have to be strong, you can just curl up and cry and crumble, you're human li,
I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS HOPE YOU ALL CAN FORGIVE ME ONE DAY
Y/N
i don't think any of us has ever cried this hard before, they were a true angel who fell from heaven
×END OF FLASHBACK×
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×PRESENT DAY×
me and the boys had a zoom meeting due to covid restrictions we couldn't see each other to celebrate y/n's 5th death anniversary then at this moment i got Niall's request to join the meeting and i did, the boys's faces popped on the screen, i really missed these boys, we haven't seen much of each other since the pandemic started, we spent the next few hours of the meeting recalling memories with them in it like how them and zayn used to have their own section for hair care or how they fell on stage with harry one, they were amazing, their pain never left but it transferred to someone else..
a/n: that's my ever first writing and i hope y'all enjoy and send requests if you have any<3
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Here's some spoilers and discussion about my initial thoughts on Kingdom Hearts 2 below.
Nearing the end of my KH2 journey... I'd say this has probably been my favorite game so far, out of KH1, CoM, and now this. Overall, I'd say I like the composition of the story of CoM a tad more, but goddamn if the intro and outro haven't gone especially hard on KH2 (also has just generally been littered with several moments that have made the characters very endearing). And the gameplay... woo, actually is super fun. I love the love put into the reaction commands, and every fight is like a movie.
I got past the Roxas fight after like... 40+ tries, and was regretting immensely I decided to play in Proud mode. Never got frustrated at my boy, though- was just filled with respect, and it's seriously the best fight in the franchise thus far for me for giving well designed attacks that I felt were effectively telegraphed. I'm not quite sure how/why Roxas led Sora into what I assume was an internal battle, since he already seemed reabsorbed within Sora's being, but I can only assume Axel's sacrifice (since that happened right before this fight) must've reawoken him, in a way ("Tell me why 'he' chose you!") Poor Roxas has been having his life stolen. The Nobody dehumanization is such shit, dude. Roxas banging on Sora's braced keyblade over and over with that level of ferocity is fueled by such obvious rage that it's undeniable. God, he's living in my head unapologetically.
Meanwhile Xigbar was also... a fight. Less filled with respect, more frustrated about that one, lol. (I thought the sniper mechanics were pretty sick, though. Felt like I was doing Orbonne Monastary in FFXIV again). Can't help but assume several of these Organization members may maintain relevance in future installments in some way, since several seemed to have implied information/backstory that remained unrevealed prior to their disappearance (looking at you, Xigbar [casually referencing that there's been other Keyblade wielders before dying with zero explanation] and Saïx). The next game, 358/2 Days, looks like it's dealing with the Organization in what I assume is a prequel, so maybe backstory will be there?
Kairi and Riku have made my heart warm, and the whole trio's love for each other is honestly so sweet. I keep thinking about their reunion scenes and it's just... aaa, I feel crazy about it. When Kairi lowered Riku's hood and saw the face of Xehanort's Heartless and Riku looked so ashamed (then it cut away?? how dare), when Riku shielded Kairi with his body from Saïx's attack, when Kairi hugged Sora and said "this is real" because 😭 girl your abandonment issues and unachievable desire for constancy are making me feel things, and she's been struggling with the phantom sensation of forgetting someone she cared about for an entire y e a r, so having that confirmation... man. *Staring out to the ocean*
Felt so bad for her that Sora was so awkward about the hug she deeply needed, and didn't even realize the absence of the music until Sora reunited with Riku. 😂 And... oh my god, haha, that part got me. Not surprised that the Sixth Sense kid can pack a gut punch, ofc, he's got a long history of films making me weep, but like... "I looked for you! I looked everywhere for you!" While Sora was crying on his k n e e s and grasping Riku's hand like a lifeline was such amazing emotional payoff. Like, I've been joking with friends about Sora's unwavering "Riku, Riku, Riku" throughout the entire game, but damn if that didn't do a good job of making me invested via Sora, goddamn. I'm so happy my kid gets to see his silver haired punk again. And wowie, they're such a power duo? Their limit break "Eternal Session" is legitimately one of my favorite limit breaks alongside Vincent Valentine's "Satan Slam," from FF7 now. The synchrony of the dance where they pass off the weapons to each other, smooth as butter? Them going "back to back" between the different phases of their LB? (Which is adding to my evaluation of the poems from CoM I've had in the back of my head the entire damn game, by the way...) The clash of their keyblades, and the duality red-blue color scheme? Be still, my artistic heart, they're too much. For this, and the honestly impressive expression and facial rigging for what is a PS2 game, I want to give the animators a smooch.
All I want now is to know where tf Riku pulled Kairi's Keyblade from, and how she's apparently a chosen wielder too. Like, okay??? But where? How?
Oh, also would like Riku to see someone about his hand, that doesn't look too comfortable. My guy can be a badass all he wants, but if he doesn't drink his milk, put an actual cast around his wrist, and bit of work leave off from world-saving shenanigans, he's gonna be a certified hero with post-traumatic arthritis 10~ years down his little road to dawn. Apparently working for Ansem the Wise doesn't provide great health coverage.
#kh2#kingdom hearts#compilation of my thoughts on my playthrough#sorry for the raving but not sorry for the enthusiasm#not to be cheesey about the cheesey game but playing this is kind of healing in a way#feels like booting up an older FF game all over again with the PS2 UI
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TPOL!JK
“OH MY GOD!!! J-JI-AE CALL FOR HELP!!!” you scream as you try to lift jungkook up but it’s no use. he’s completely unconscious due to the large amount of blood he might’ve loss. within the next 10 minutes, the ambulance arrives to take jungkook to the hospital and you, ji-ae, and a sleeping jaemin are all rushing to the hospital to make sure he’s okay.
“I-I killed them yn” and you know exactly what jungkook meant. your mind doesn’t dawn on it too long because jungkook is rushed into the hospital for emergency surgery on his shoulder that seemed to be a gunshot wound. “is he gonna be okay?” you panic and the nurses tell you to relax but how can you relax when there are surgeons rushing him away in a hurry like he’s on his last leg?
“he’ll be okay, y/n” reassures ji-ae who appears to be calm but she’s just as nervous as you are. she’s praying that the bullet didn’t cause any critical damage to jungkook because she can’t afford to lose her last and only baby boy. ji-ae knows she should be used to this since jaekuk had plenty of visits at the hospital but she never would have imagined it’d he her own son.
“he has to be okay” ji-ae prays as are you. the nurses relocate the both of you to the room he’ll be in once he’s out of surgery and once the doors close, the wait begins.
the surgery on his shoulder takes hours, more than 5 and the only reason you aren’t asleep is because jaemin woke up crying his lungs off. you pace back and forth trying to soothe him and yourself as you both await jungkook’s return and on the sixth hour, the doctors open the door and push him inside.
“oh thank God” you say “is he okay?”
“he’s fine. we were able to completely remove the bullet from his shoulder and the bullet didn’t tear through anything or damage his bone structure. he’s gonna need some physical therapy on his shoulder to get it back in complete shape and because of the blood loss, we did a blood transfusion but overall, he’s gonna be okay. nothing too severe”
“thank you so much doctor” you say before he leaves you all alone to be with jungkook who is sleeping. “wanna see daddy?” you say to jaemin as you bring him closer to his sleeping father. the infant reaches his hand out to grab on jungkook’s nose which causes him to stir in his sleep.
“ah ah, jaemin no” you whisper as you pull his hand off of jungkook but it causes him to wake up and be met with yours and jaemin’s faces.
“i’m sorry, jungkook. go back to sleep”
“Y-Yn.. jae-jae..” his vision isn’t clear and his head feels really heavy and he’s sure it will explode, his shoulder feels a little numb, but still he can tell there’s a little bit of pain.
But as soon as he recognizes your face- Jungkook breaths in relief, before you can go away, he tries to reach for your hand.
“S-Stay please.” He whines, and he’s glad that you listened, because for the next days, you don’t leave his side at all. And maybe that’s the reason he’s started to recover so quickly. Because you and his mother- are overwhelmingly caring.
And today is the sixth day since he’s been in the hospital. And he sure that he is completely fine now and even if he’s not, he can start to take private physiotherapy sessions. “Yn trust me I am fine.- PLEASE JUST LET ME OUT! TOMMOROW is literally yerins and yugyeoms wedding and I don’t wanna miss it!”
Jungkook whines, and there is just one thing that he loves and hate about you is how stubborn you really can be, it’s almost hot, but not right now.
“Yn I swear to God I will go insane if I stay here for even one moment- hospital food sucks. I WANT TO GO BACK HOME..” he’s looking at you with his puppy eyes.
“and as soon as we’re home, we can start preparing for our wedding as well!” Yeah, that makes him blush like a little girl, you glare him playfully.
“MA! MAKE YN UNDERSTAND!”
He’s a different person when he’s with you, and he cannot believe that he’s the same guy who killed two people a week ago.
But does he regret it? No, because he tried to warn them.
And he doesn’t ever warn someone more than three times.
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Something they can't take away (hopefully)
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These last few weeks, my life is like a fucking roller coaster lol
First, I want to address my broken heart because of a piece of shit called Nur Hikmat lol. Can you believe I've been cheated on and left without a single word by this questionable creature ??? LOL people make mistakes, and this one is my biggest mistake so far. Fuck you! and I really hope you got the Karma you deserve <3
Second, I want to Thank God that I got a new family here. I've been in this company for 4 months. so many things happened since then. Thank God, I'm not alone at this broken-hearted moment. I've got company. I'm not alone again. I can go through this and I feel blessed.
Third, I want to thank these people for being with me and (at least) they tried to accept me for whoever I am. They support and care for me at my best and worst times. I'm so happy. I feel blessed. Absolutely recommended joining this cult <3
Fourth, I tried new things. Thank the universe. I grab every opportunity that is given to me. Tried my best. doing my best every day. become sunshine to everyone and fill the space around me with positive energy. being a healer. being a good friend and a good sister.
Fifth, for the first time in my life I'm finally free. Freedom. tho sometimes it becomes so lonely. But finally, I'm free. I live alone and I can do whatever I want. Go out, work, take the space to space out, cry session, meditate. Finally. For the first time in my life, I don't have any suicidal thoughts for the last 2 months. Finally, I don't want to die, I want to live. I want to live and go out with my friends. Trying new things, new food, and new place with them. Become young again and heal my inner-early-20 LOL.
Sixth, Finally, I think I got the life that I deserve. The best Karma from all those years and tears. For the first time in my life, I feel calm and excited at the same time. Is that even possible? I just enjoy and romanticize all the simple things in my life right now. nothing crazy. sometimes it is just going out together, dine-in in warteg, shopping for makeup with girls, late night stay at the office, having dinner together, playing cards after office hours, karaoke night, singing together with a laptop and speaker while working, laughing for the stupid thing, learn new things, watching a movie at midday rest hour, date at the weekend.
Finally, I love my life.
I love the best Karma vibing with me and all the people that I care and care about me.
Something they can't take away (hopefully), this happiness will last
love,
Ria Ayu Mirza
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"Your gift...is not to be shared with everyone."
I didn't get The Talk until I was in high school and it was brought up in such a lack lustre fashion if I did have real questions I was far too coy and shy to ask them. My grandfather thought it would be a good opportunity to talk about it while I sat on the porch with him and my father. "Sex!" he exclaimed "It feels good" and like a parrot, my father chirped "YEAH!" I though to myself "Oh God!" I proceeded to say out loud "I really don't wanna talk about this right now" and got up. My grandfather replied, "Sit down." Again my father chirped "Yeah!" The rest of that conversation I've blocked out for my own sanity. But because of this interaction and many others after that as well as being raised as a Christian, I was deathly afraid to have sex. My grandmother took every opportunity (even when it wasn't pertinent) to tell me how much sex would ruin my life. " You can't trust men. They make babies with you and get lost." Which was an interesting thing for her to say as that was far from her own personal experience.
Well, I lasted till my freshman year of college. I met a guy named Larry and he was also a virgin. We had a short conversation about it along with my roommate Britany. Britany had a boyfriend back home and was far more versed in things of that nature than I was. Larry had expressed how he was more than happy to lose his virginity. I still having my Christian values exclaimed that I would be waiting for marriage. A little voice in my head told me I should be on the lookout for Larry.
Larry intrigued me. He was the silent mysterious type (or so I thought) Over time we would start hanging out more. Eventually, Britany would drop out due to personal reasons and my dorm was empty with just me. The day she moved out he came over. He said " We are gonna start locking the door now." I mulled over that statement and could not for the life of me figure out why we were locking doors. In a sense, my naivete was cute but got me screwed over as well. Larry and I had our first kiss in front of Britany simply because I felt that I was more attractive and hated the fact he gave her attention. They had a lot of things in common and that vexed me so I made the plan to seduce him and this is what it got me...locked doors.
After my roommate moved out I would soon find out what locked doors meant. He came over and we started to make out then after that his hands would go farther down and I'd stop and look at him like "What are you doing?" then we would go back to what we were doing before. Each base was like that, it would happen, I'd question him and he'd respect me enough to stop only to try it when I was more comfortable in other sessions.
Finally, the day came when I said f**k it and would let him go all the way. It gave me solace that he also was a virgin and I didn't feel like if it went there something would be taken from me and it would be so one-sided that I felt I was missing something. Well while in the act I thought to myself " So this is what everyone has been raving about?" No one tells you your first time is not a guaranteed orgasm. It also didn't help that he wasn't well endowed. Not to say I wasn't satisfied though.
Larry would be the guy I'd always come back to. Like coming back home once you went off and spent all your money. But he also knew how to piss me off and make me cry. Larry was the only guy I couldn't see myself dating because of this reason. Although I always had the vision of whoever I finally got intimate with would be the only person. We would get married and tell our children how we only had been with each other and it would have been special.
On my twenty-sixth birthday, Larry came to North Carolina to help me celebrate. I had gone through a lot. The pandemic kicked my ass as well as my two year abusive relationship. I was also getting booted out of my condo and he helped me move. For the first time, I had seen him in a different light as someone who could have really been there for me. He said to me " Well, sometime in the future I'd love to see us together." That made me happy to think someone finally wanted me. After his visit, his calls dwindled. I thought someone who wanted to be with me would at least put in more effort. Sadly, I don't talk to Larry anymore. I found out he blocked me. But in a conversation before that, he expressed how it was hard for him to continue to be my friend but not with me. I gave him every opportunity to do so and he fumbled it so hard.
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