#i think i'm still recovering from doing things on saturday
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feeling like a Whole Person tonight despite feeling so tired that i could pass away. that's always nice! i don't care for the alternative (feeling so tired that i could pass away coupled with wanting to pass away).
#maybe because i've been doing stuff with my hands#had a first GIS class tonight... ditched it because i realized it would be nearly 6 hours long. twice a week.#i literally and physically cannot do that lmao dropping and getting that money back#will have to look at some university extension programs again instead#local community college only has like one gis class that they can barely get anybody to do so it's cancelled more often than not#but been doing some carving and been taking care of my plants#set up some ginger and garlic and yarrow cuttings to sprout#need to get some larger pots my poor little juniper needs a bigger home#and then some aloe and cactus cuttings are ready to get their own spots too :)#and some research on how to make some diy orchid fertilizer#was going to do some coding practice tonight but siiiigh my brain simply cannot hack it#i think i'm still recovering from doing things on saturday#just gonna have to live with that#watching some resident evil playthroughs and piddling about the house#it's nice#oooh and found some good sdr videos today so i'm excited to pick up radio stuff again when i'm less completely wasted#also a couple of very fitting job listings to apply for that pay way more than what i'm getting now#heartening!#prattling about the self
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kiss it better
pairing(s): jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: jack's injury takes a toll on his and y/n's relationship, when tensions come to rise. emotions get the best of them and, feelings are hurt and tears fall. but that's nothing a little kissing or more can fix.
warnings: smut 18+ (idk what happened..), lots of angst, emotional reader and jack. cussing, fluff, cuteness, use of pet names and y/n.
wc: 3k
authors note: hi my little loves!! i'm back with another jack fic... no surprise! BUT this is my second back to back upload. look at me. i wrote all of this in one day, BOOM. anyways! this one was a little emotional to write, i'm trying my hand at writing angst, i love angst. i wasn't going to write smut but HEY IT JUST HAPPENED LOL. so hopefully you guys enjoy!! reblog and like if you enjoy <3 as always much love!!
happy reading <3
The devils had a rough year, everyone knew it, with their season ending in a heartbreaking way.
Jack had an even tougher year, his season being filled with 2 injuries that led his season to end early, so he could undergo shoulder surgery. We all knew this was coming, it was only just a matter of time.
This time it hit Jack harder than the times before, he felt like he let his team, fans, and family down.
Resting and recovering wasn't something Jack liked to do, he’s always been a go go go person, always doing something, always on the ice.
Jim and Ellen went with him to Colorado for his surgery, I stayed back and waited for his arrival back to Jersey. When he arrived back from Colorado from his surgery on Saturday, everything was fine. The first few days had been pretty easy for Jack, sleeping for most of the time. Only getting up to eat, shower, with my help and take his meds.
He had been home for a week before tensions in our home started to rise.
I woke up to a loud noise coming from the kitchen I think, rubbing my eyes quickly. As I lifted up out of bed, I turned to Jack's side of the bed, to see that he's not there.
Quickly slipping on my slippers I make my way down stairs, to see Jack in the kitchen trying to fix himself a bowl of cereal. As I make my way further into the kitchen I see that the milk is spilled all over the counter on the floor, with the bowl also on the floor broken into pieces.
I hear Jack mumbling words under his breath that I can't quite make out, but I'm assuming none of them were things I wanted to hear.
Jack spots me before I even open my mouth to speak. “Shit i'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up,” he says, looking at me.
“ I just wanted to make myself breakfast, but I can't even do that.” His head hung low as speaks. I could hear the sadness in his voice.
“Jack it's okay, I promise” I say, making my way towards him. “Let me clean this up, and then I'll make you something, okay?”
“NO!” Jack says loudly, the raise of his voice catching me off guard. “No, I can clean up my own mess. I made it.”
Taking a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully, I can already feel the tension in the room rising.
“At least let me help,” I said quietly, not wanting to upset him. “I don't need your help y/n.” Jack says aggressively, “you've been helping and taking care of me all week.” he says as he turns to grab a towel to clean up the spilled milk.
I stood there in shock, Jack had never talked to me like that before. Anger and sadness ripe through my body. My head is telling me to fight back, but my heart is telling me not too.
Im hot on his heels, following behind him, “jack.'' I called out his name, his back turned to me, as he began to clean up the mess. I get no response, “Jack'' I say again but a little bit louder this time, which still doesn't get a reaction from him.
My head is beginning to win, now wanting to fight back. I go to grab the towel out of his hands, throwing it in the sink behind me. Grabbing his hip, to turn him towards me so I can look at him.
His eyes are locked on the ground, not looking at me. “Jack.” I try again for the third time. “Talk to me, what's going on?” softly saying to him, bringing my hand to his chin to lift his face up, to look at me.
Jack is quick to rip his face from my hand, “i don't want to talk” he says looking straight at me now. Tears of anger, sadness, frustration swimming around in his eyes. “I'm going to clean up my mess, and you’re not going to help, leave it alone.” he says sternly at me.
My eyes are beginning to fill with tears of my own, not wanting to cry in front of him, not wanting to speak and argue with him to make the situation worse. I nod at him and make my way out of the kitchen, tears falling on my face as soon as I do.
I just wanted to help him, be there for him, he needs someone right now even if he won't say it. I know this is hard on him, mentally and physically, but that doesn't make his actions okay.
All of these thoughts are running through my head as I make my way to our shared bedroom. Making my way to the closet, deciding to start getting ready for the day, there's no way I'll be able to sleep after this.
Tears are still falling on my face, I want to go back down there and say something, help him, talk to him, give him a hug. Do anything that I can for him, but I know he doesnt want that right now, he made that very clear. The situation is already tense enough.
While getting ready for the day, I decided to give Jack space today. It seems to be what he wants from me right now. The tears have stopped falling for now, but my thoughts and feelings haven't stopped wandering.
I hear Jack enter our room, as I finish up my makeup, my body instantly tenising up, taking a deep breath I make my way out the bathroom. Grabbing my jacket, my back turned to him, there's so many things I want to say to him but I keep them to myself.
I can feel Jack making his way closer to me, his front facing my back, his hand sliding on my waist.
“Baby” he quietly says, the sound of his voice making me nervous. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, my eyes beginning to water again. Our eyes locked, I can tell he's been crying. I want to reach out to him, but i don't, scared of his reaction.
Jack's hand is still on my waist, pulling me slightly closer to him. I'm the first to speak, I can't handle the silence anymore. “I'm going to run a few errands, I'll be back in a few hours. Text me if I need anything "I say softly, looking at the ground.
“I want to talk” Jack speaks again, I internally scoff at him, so now you want to talk.
“I don't want to talk to you right now jack.” I say, making my way towards the bedroom door. Jack followed behind me, “that's a little childish don't you think? walking away, when i'm trying to talk to you” he says a little louder this time.
Anger is flowing through my veins, hot angry sad tears are now falling down my cheeks. “You don't get to speak to me like that.'' I say a wip my body around to face him. “You don't get to decide when we talk, or when I want to talk to you! '' I say with a voice full of venom. “You didn't want to talk 45 minutes ago, when I tried to talk to you. So yes jack, I am walking away. I have things to do. I don't want to be around someone who treats me like shit when I’m trying to be there for them”
My voice is losing its battle of being strong, my emotions are winning, as my voice begins to trail off. I'm not stopping there, quick to cut off jack as he opens his mouth.
“Actually, we are going to talk now.” I say, throwing my jacket on the ground. “I am trying my best to be the best I can for you right now. As much as you won't admit it, you need me right now, you're so stubborn that you won't let me. Let me be there for you, let me help you, we are in this together, stop acting like you are doing this alone.”
“I know this is hard on you in so many ways, I'll never know what you're going through, but let me be there, talk to me. This isn't easy on me either, seeing the person you love the most in pain and you can't help them.” I'm beginning to sob at this point, trying my best to get everything out that I want to say. I'm not sure if I'll have the strength to do it again.
Taking a few steps, to stand in front of Jack, grabbing his face in my hands, tears also streaming on his face. He leans into my touch this time, instead of pulling away.
“I love you so much, don't push me away, please.'' I say staring in his eyes, looking for a response. Instead of words, Jack pushes his lips to mine, the kiss surprising me, knocking me off my feet almost. My hands never leave his cheeks, our mouths moving in sync, in a passionate kiss.
Jack pulled away first, lips swollen, our chests both rising. “I'm so sorry” Jack begins “ I'm so grateful for your help and love during all of this” “this” he gestures to his shoulder which is sitting strapped up in a brace. “This is dragging me down. I hate it. I can't do anything for myself, i feel so bad when i ask for help im scared that I'm annoying you.” he says, “you'll never annoy me, Jack.'' I say while running my finger under his eyes, wiping away the tears.
“Thank you for being here for me. I do need you, I'll always need you.” he finishes, before I have the chance to speak, jack is reconnecting our lips.
Walking us back towards the bed, where he sits on the edge, his free arm urging me to sit on his lap. I pull away quickly, “ Jack, I can't. I don't want to hurt you”
“You wont hurt me baby, what's hurting me is you not being on my lap, kissing me. Now get up here” he says with a smirk, pulling my body down to rest on top of his.
Once I'm settled safely on his lap, Jack immdentially pulls my face down, to reconnect our lips together.
Our makeout session is picking up, our hips grinding together, lips moving frantically together, jacks tongue slipping into my mouth, clashing with mine.
We haven't been this close in awhile, I've missed his body, his lips on mine. With another roll of my hips, Jack pulls his lips back groaning, throwing his head back.
Giving me the perfect access to his brace free shoulder, kissing and sucking on exposed skin of his neck. His grip on my waist tightening as our bodies move together.
“Baby, I need more. Please.” Jack whines out to me, “I need to see you, I want to feel you, please, please”
I pull back from his neck, his eyes filled with desperation. “Are you sure? I don't think we should, your shoulder, I don't want to hurt you jack.” I can see his heartache when I say those words to him.
“Baby, I'm okay. I need you so badly, fuck” he says breathlessly as he beings to move our hips together again. I moan, as Jack connects our lips again, his hand sliding under my shirt, urging me to pull it off. In a quick motion I pull it above my head, leaving me in my bra.
“Off. off. I want it off baby '' Jack says pulling at the straps of my bra. I reach behind me to unclip it, throwing it somewhere behind me.
Jack is quick to grasp one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and lightly biting it, the sensation causing me to moan out from above him. “Fuck Jack, yes fuck.” our hips moving at a quicker space, the dampness between my legs growing by the second, I can feel Jacks bulge swell benenth me.
“Jack.” I moan out as he sucks and licks both of my breasts. “Jack i need more fuck, but i dont want to hurt you.'' I whimper. “I know baby I can feel it” he says in between the kisses his trailing up my neck. An idea pops into my head as his lips are about to meet mine again, I pull away. “move and sit up against the headboard.” I say to him, Jack's eyes widen in surprise.
I get off of him, and he quickly makes his way to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard.
I began to unzip my jeans, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I began to crawl to Jack on the bed. I reached him, grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down his legs, leaving him bare.
I take in his state, eyes swimming with lust and love, pupils blown, chest falling, lips swollen. He looks beautiful, brace and all.
Wasting no more time, I sit myself back down on his lap, his cock resting warm and hard against my inner thigh. “Hi” I said to him, “Is that what you wanted? Want me to kiss everything better?” I say, grabbing the base of his cock, lifting up so I can align myself with him.
Without warning I sink down on Jack's cock, the both of us groaning at the same time. I'll never get used to the way Jack feels inside me, the burn between my thighs feels dealicious, I want more. I need more.
“Fuck baby.” Jack whines out, his free hand grabbing my waist harshly. “I need you to move please.” “like this?” I say as I raise up slightly and slide back down on his cock.
“Yes, like that baby, fuck. More. More.” Jack says as he's looking up at me, so desperate and needy.
I decide I'll stop tourchoring the both of us, as I lift off of him completely and sink down again. The action causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. “Fuck jack you feel so good” i say as I begin to ride at him at a slow pace.
“Faster, fuck” jack groans from below me, getting tired of the pace he begins to thrust his hips to mine.
“Right there jack please”. The angle of this thrusts hits my clit perfectly, causing shock waves to crash through my body. I can feel myself beginning to get tired, needing something to grab on too.
Grabbing the headboard behind Jack, I lift myself off of him, and sink back down, putting all of my weight into the headboard, to create more leverage.
The new movement causes my whole body to shutter. glancing below me, Jack's head is leaning back against the headboard, eyes closed, mouth open moaning below me.
As if he can feel me looking at him, he opens his eyes, pushes himself off the head board and takes my left nipple into his mouth, his eyes remain on mine.
I began to speed up my movements, causing the whole bed to move below us.
“Fuck right there baby.” Jack moans out to me, his hand moving from my waist to the back of my neck pulling it down to connect our lips.
Moans spilling out between the both of us, I can feel the coil starting to build in my stomach, as our hips meet.
“Jack fuck” i moan out i a throw my head back, now resting my hands on his hips.
“I can feel you clintching around fuck baby.” “im almost there fuck” slamming myself harder down on his cock.
Jack trailing his hand down the front of my body, stopping where we’re connected, his fingers finding my clit instantly, pinching and rubbing it between his fingers.
“Oh my god, fuck” I drop my head to jacks neck, still working myself against him.
“Don't stop, don't stop.” I yell out to him, I can feel my legs beginning to shake
“Baby I'm about to cum.” Jack lifts his hand from my clit, forcely grabbing the back of my head, smashing our lips together, teeth and tongues clashing.
One last snap of our hips, and I'm cumming. My head dropping to Jack's shoulder, incoherent things are falling from both our lips as we chase our highs together.
After a few seconds I gained enough strength to pull myself up. I can feel Jack's hand rubbing up and down my back.
I sit back enough to fully look at him. Our chests falling quickly, trying to catch our breaths. “That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.'' Jack says to me, his hand moving to push hair out of my face. “Did so good for me baby” I smile at him, before I'm quickly pulled back into reality when I remember his shoulder.
“Jack. your shoulder” i say frantically, “are you hurt? I knew we should have done this. Oh god "I say as I'm trying to push myself off of him quickly.
“Hey hey, baby I'm fine.” Jack says as he grabs a hold of my face, his eyes locked with mine. “Hell, I'm more than fine. I'm great, all because of you” he smiles fully at me.
My nerves settle a little, as I look over at him to make sure he's actually okay. Jack laughs at my concern as his face follows my movements. “Baby i promise i'm okay” he chuckles out to me again.
“Okay sorry, for caring about you.” I sigh dramatically out to him. “Hey now, none of that” he says, pulling my face closer to his again.
“Come kiss me better.” he whispers out before connecting our lips.
#nhl fanfiction#nhl hockey#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fic#new jersey devils#jack hughes#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes smut
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What Rivalry? | Leah Williamson and Alessia Russo
A/N: Sorry this is a wee later than I thought, but I played soccer all day Saturday for charity and took Sunday to recover. Also, I'm a bit sad because the English defender I was talking to went back to England to renew her visa and I miss her lol so please enjoy this would make my day.
Based on this request
Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut, MDNI
Word Count: 2087
I had a thing for Arsenal players…Something about not only beating Arsenal in a game but then bedding one of the star English players as a Chelsea player, was something I loved.
I was a Blue through and through, pops and my older brother played for the Chelsea men and my mum was one of the physical therapists at Chelsea. Being a Blue did not stop me from eyeing Miss Leah Williamson after each and every game we had against Arsenal.
“There she goes again, money on Leah rejecting her this time.” Kerr would elbow Millie as she saw me saunter over and see me place an arm around an already smiling Leah.
Millie only blew out a breath, “yeah Sammy you already lost before ya even started, look at her…(y/n) got her wrapped around her finger”.
Sam only looked on and saw that my arm had now traveled to hold Leah’s waist as I stood whispering softly in her ear, earning a giggle from the normally stern faced captain.
“Ohhh yeah she’s a goner” Sam said with a laugh as both started back towards the tunnel.
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Leah and I had an arrangement, obviously, and well the first time that I was able to have a taste of Miss Leah Williamson it was after a particularly hard game for Arsenal…made her keep the game jersey on for our first night together.
Leah Williamson tastes like a good bourbon out with friends, a warm cinnamon candy during the fall, like a sunset, like the colors of autumn…She was addicting and tasted like the colors of the jersey she wore all bunched up above her chest as I took my time with her every single derby game.
She never stayed, always leaving once I had finished and never returned the favor. Leah wanted some time to just let go of control and I was the one to allow that for her…that was months ago, see it was just an arrangement…that’s all it ever was going to be. It was always going to be something physical and nothing more…the way that I had intended but I found myself falling for Leah…ironically…shortly after I had shut her down when she had confessed to me.
I remember when I tried to rectify whatever we had after I fucked it up when I had pulled her aside after a USWNT vs. England match.
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“Didn’t realize this was an Arsenal/Chelsea match? And bold of you to want to do something in the hallway…didn’t take that as your thing” Leah whispered the last part as she pulled me closer.
I put my hands on hers gently removing them from my jersey.
“No, Leah, I actually wanted to see if you were willing to go get a drink with me and you know actually talk?” Leah’s smile immediately drops at the realization and she takes a step back.
Her raised hand immediately stops me before I could continue, “You don’t get to do this. I was heartbroken when you shut me down and I was like, "Fine, something physical as long as I can get to keep her around in some way”
She pauses to collect her thoughts and uses her next breath as her eyes grow stern, “But you can’t just shut me down and then realize you felt the same way. I don’t even think you actually have feelings for me…what about me do you like?”
I shuffle my feet, the sound of my cleats on the hard floors of the hallway.
“I still remember the first time…I still remember how you tast-” the English captain rolled her eyes and got close.
“You're really going to use what you said to me when you shut me down…it worked when you wanted to keep it physical..you being all poetic about the sex…but to use it when you actually want to prove that you want a relationship with me?” the space between us grew as I frowned.
The words now escaping me and a small, “You’re right, we shouldn’t keep doing this” escaped my mouth…Leah lifted my chin gently with her hand.
“Hey we both wanted it like this initially…so I can’t be mad at you…but you need someone who will want to stay with you even after the fact, take care of you, I don’t know…make you breakfast in bed or whatever… but that can’t be me…I’m sorry”. And with that Leah left the narrative…leaving me to not only sit with the 2-0 loss against England but also losing her completely
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Months and Months would pass and continue on…just like Leah did. She found herself with Jordan and well I was happy for her. There was a bit of bitterness in my mouth because I hadn’t found anyone who wanted to stick around in the morning.
Jessie Fleming, being my closest friend on the team, would always be there for my frustrated rants and she’d constantly reassure that there was definitely someone out there that “would put up with me and more”.
Jess’ way of getting me out of a funk was to prevent me from immediately going home after a Derby game. Of course, she would elicit the help of Sammy and Millie in convincing me that a drink with the Arsenal girls would not be such a bad idea.
“Come on, (y/n), ya can’t stay cooped up in your apartment all the time” Millie grabs me by the elbow after I had tried to return to my room.
I huffed as I sat on my couch crossing my arms, “I look ridiculous”.
“I think you look hot, come on, there were some new Arsenal signings so ya got options.” Sam winked as she finished up her pre-game drink.
I roll my eyes “weren’t y’all the ones giving me shit about getting with an Arsenal girl?” my hands going up and shaking “No, (y/n) come on keep the sanctity of the rivalry!” I mocked what had previously been said.
It was their turn to roll their eyes, “What rivalry? All I see is that you need to find someone” Jessie smacks my shoulder.
“Now come on, and don’t worry Leah won’t be there since her whole ACL thing” Millie says now picking me up from the couch and pushing me out of the door.
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Alessia’s POV:
The bar was lively and we all had our own little booth away from the public so that we could all enjoy our time together. This was my first outing with the Arsenal girls since joining the team.
Lotte and Steph had reassured me that it was just a fun time with the girls and that the Chelsea girls didn’t bite.
“So, who’s coming?” I yelled to McCabe as she downed the last of her first beer of the night.
She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, “Why? Hoping for someone in particular, Russo?”
“No, just curious” I say while taking a sip of the beer in front of me. Thankfully, the darkness of the bar hid the obvious blush now creeping on my cheeks. I was waiting for someone in particular, (y/n) (l/n)...I’ve had a crush on her even when I was at Manchester United.
I tried to swap jerseys with her and maybe swapped numbers but she was pretty to herself after games.
Katie seemed to read my thoughts, as a smirk played on her lips.
“Oh I know who…that girl is a tough one and that’s coming from me but she’s a sweet gal”
Caitlin looked to the entrance of the bar and with a laugh “speaking of sweet gals, look at the who finally arrived. The Blues late as usual”
I look over and see Sam, Millie, Jessie and trailing behind them (y/n).
“Sorry! Sorry, we had to drag this one out of her apartment” Sam said pushing (y/n) to the front. I, immediately, hid my face in my beer ignoring the dig from McCabe’s elbow into my side.
I glance up and catch (y/n)’s eye. She had a curious look in her eye that then shifted to annoyance as Sam pushed her in my direction as she sat down next to me.
(y/n) took her time to say hi to the rest of the girls and I suddenly felt McCabe’s elbow again.
I realized that (y/n) was looking at me, “Oh sorry was a bit in my own world there”
She laughs a little and shakes her head, “No worries, I don’t mind it…I’m (y/n), congrats on signing to Arsenal, you played well in your debut by the way, Alessia”
The way my name sounded in her mouth made me melt into a puddle right then and there and I only snapped out of it once she got closer so as to not yell is what I told myself.
“I’m going to go get something stronger, want to come with or are you going to be nursing that beer the rest of the night?” she said just enough for me to hear.
I honestly think she felt the heat from the blush on my cheeks because a smile appeared on her lips before I even said “yes”.
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Alessia followed me and we both remained at the bar and had just a cocktail before she pulled me to the dance floor.
“Come on it’ll be fun” she said, pulling me towards her as we had a space to ourselves.
I looked at her slightly amused as she hadn’t realized that her hands had found their place at my waist.
“Bold, Russo…you trying to pull me?” I say not trying to break eye contact.
Must have been the alcohol in her system because a laugh escaped her.
“Well yeah hoping to pull the cute girl in front of me?”
I return the laugh and lean into her, “well I'm not going to stop anything that you may be planning, Russo”
Alessia, empowered, grabbed me by the chin and kissed me deeply totally forgetting that our respective teammates were watching from the booth across the bar.
Millie patted Sam’s shoulder, “guess, who won the bet Sammy, you owe me dinner” which earned an exaggerated roll of Sam’s eyes as she also slid a bill towards Millie.
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Alessia and I both found ourselves at my apartment later that night, clothes strewn about, both of our phones lighting up with notifications but us ignoring everything and focusing only on the other.
The taste of Alessia, I knew I would become addicted to, but I didn’t hold my breath because the other side of my bed would be empty come morning…like always.
I savored the moment and the sounds that she made as she came undone. Like a nice coconut rum, the sunrise in a forest, like a honey candy and as intense as the sun. Leah was right, I’m too poetic for my own good.
The light from my curtains hit my eyes as I lifted myself up…surprising myself when I felt a weight holding down the rest of my sheets.
There lay Alessia, sleeping soundly, with the sun hitting her hair in a way that created a light shine around her features. A small scrunch on her nose as she felt the movement from me and a light flutter of lashes allowed for her gentle blue eyes to greet me.
“Morning’” she whispered with a slight giggle.
I only nod, not knowing what to say.
“Sorry, I knocked out right after…I did want to return the favor you know” she said shifting closer to me.
I shake my head “nah, it’s ok…” Alessia stops me as she now finds herself on top of me, now filled with an energy in her eyes even though she had just woken up moments ago.
“No, I want to and then I can make you breakfast too…” She said gently lowering herself, taking my lips slowly as she did as she promised.
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Alessia stayed more than that morning, she made an effort to visit me and make me laugh many times after that night. At our first derby game together, she prompted a swapping of jerseys where with her jersey was a crumpled piece of paper neatly written.
“What rivalry? Just want to be able to take you on a proper date. :) Text me when you get home xxx-xxx-xxxx”
Jessie was right, I did find someone, who would put up with me and more and I'm glad it’s Alessia.
#arsenal wfc#arsenal women#lionesses#engwnt x reader#alessia russo x reader#leah williamson x reader#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso fanfics
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Heyyyy ik ur are tired ,just wanted to ask if you will post a chapter this week ,get well soon
Honey, I am not "tired", I am sick.
Congestion, sinus pain, headache, fatigue, sure my sore throat went away last night but now I have a cough. I can't sleep because I don't want to use my cpap while sick, so I wake every hour either from not breathing or because I'm choking on sinus drainage. (And yes, I sleep at an angle and it still doesn't help any.)
I wrote 600 words of chapter 16 on Saturday when I was getting sick, and I have not touched it since then, nor have I even thought about touching it because I am now fully sick.
I gave y'all two chapters last week. Two. You have no idea how badly I was stressing about Chapter 15 and how close I was to giving up writing and I still got the chapter up for everyone on Sunday WHILE I HAD A FEVER.
Regardless of the extra bonus chapter everyone got, I still would say it's not likely you'll get a chapter this week because I AM SICK. I want to rest and sleep and try to get better because I have things in my real life that I need to do too that I haven't been able to because I've been sick. I'm not even thinking about this fic and updating it right now.
I am begging y'all to remember I am a real person with a real life behind this blog. I get busy, I get tired, I get sick. I do this as a hobby. I post here on tumblr for free. I pump out 7k word chapters every week, and in the case of last week, multiple times a week. It's hard. It takes a lot of work and dedication just to do this alone while I feel healthy and normal, much less everything else I do during the week.
On top of that, Friday is my birthday and I'd like to take that day to do what I want to do and celebrate the crisis of getting yet another year older.
So no, chances are, there's probably not going to be a chapter out this week. I want to rest and recover and even if I did try to pump out 7k words in the next two days, I'm not going to be happy with it. I'm not going to like it. It's not going to be up to par with the standard I've set with the rest of the chapters quality-wise and I'm going to be tearing myself up because I'll have felt like I cheated y'all trying to write while sick just for the sake of getting a chapter out this week.
Now that I've got myself all worked up, I'm going to go lay down and rest and maybe have some soup because I'm hungry and for the first time in days, it does not hurt to eat. So take one of the chapters from last week and consider that the update for this week.
#had i not gotten sick there would have been a chapter this week#but i do not feel good#so i will not be forcing myself to write#even for my wonderful patreon subscribers who do in a way pay me to do this#because it's not fair to y'all to give you something low quality like it will be if i tried to force it#answered
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I just had an idea for a request! What if MC is asked to cook the meals for each dorm when there's a special occasion? And everyone believes that she can't do it but, lo and behold, she manages to cook up a whole feast. I hope this is okay!
Caterer
A/N: Fun fact, it takes me a long ass time to get to requests...so I hope you're still around anon 😅
CW:Fem! Reader
"Alright, you said you need food on Thursday for Sebek's birthday, right?"
"Yes, preferably by three."
"Okay, and you guys need food for the basketball club on Saturday?"
"Yeah. And Floyd wants to remind you he wants shrimp on the menu."
"Duly noted."
How did you get here? How did you become NRC's most popular caterer? Well…
Three months prior
You had stopped by the Heartslaybul Dorm to visit Trey, who was still recovering from his broken leg. It appeared you had stepped into a warzone.
"Sevens! What are we supposed to do?"
Riddle was pacing back and forth, while an exhausted Trey looked on.
"We can ask Octavinelle. I'm certain Azul will have dishes worthy of an unbirthday party."
"And be indebted to Housewarden Ashengrotto for the rest of my life? Absolutely not."
"Wait, you need food for an unbirthday party?" You finally piped in, startling both the boys.
"Yes, but as you can see, Trey is still incapacitated. And the freshmen he has been trying to train are not ready to take on the project."
"I can do it," you offered.
Again, both boys just stared at you.
"You do know the unbirthday party is…tomorrow, right?" Trey asked. "It's not that I don't believe in you, it's just a lot of food to take care of at the last second."
"Well, I don't believe in you," Riddle said dryly. "There's only one person I believe can pull off something like this alone, and he's laying in that bed."
"Thank you?" Trey questioned.
"Well, just for that, I'm gonna do it! Just to prove you wrong!"
"Y/N…"
"What time do you need the food by, housewarden?"
"1:30 tomorrow. Think you can handle that? Cause if not-"
"I know, I know. It's off with my head or whatever," and then you stormed off to the kitchen.
"Please don't be too hard on her…"
"It'll be her own fault for promising the impossible. That will be all on her."
….
Ace had wandered down for a late night snack. The closer he got, the more it sounded like someone was in the kitchen. Which didn't make sense, because Trey was still injured, so who could possibly…
"Sorry, no entrance if you aren't on the list."
He looked down to see Grim standing in front of the door like a bouncer.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean, rat?"
"It means you aren't allowed entrance. Cause you aren't on the list."
Ace knelt down to Grim's level with a smug grin.
"Oh yeah? And what are ya gonna do about it?"
Then the door opened, revealing you in an apron, covered in flour.
"Grim, please remove the distraction from the premises."
"I'm on it, oh great food master. He was just leaving," Grim responded, shoving Ace for good measure.
"Hey, wait, wait, wait! Whatcha cookin, I'm hungry!" Ace began attempting to push past Grim into the kitchen.
"Back off Ace. I'm not playing this game with you tonight. This is for the unbirthday party."
"Wait what? Dude, Trey starts like a week ahead of time, isn't that tomorrow? There's no way you're gonna finish anyway, just let me have a bite!"
You glared for a moment, before looking at your kitty companion.
"Grim, remove the trash please."
"Yes, my lady," he began kicking Ace's shins as you returned to the kitchen.
….
Ace returned the next morning, with an entourage of Jack, Epel, Sebek, Deuce, and, of all people, Jamil.
Before Ace could say something snide to you or your kitty bouncer, Jamil called into the kitchen,
"Hey, it's Jamil. I was wondering how things are going, or if you need any help?"
"Nah I'm good, but thanks for the offer," came your reply through the kitchen door.
"Ace and Sebek have 30 madol on you not finishing in time," Epel said with a snicker.
"Grim, tell Ace to fuck off."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Grim said, kicking Ace's shins again.
Jack took the opportunity to speak to the door, "Y/N there's no shame in asking for help, it's a lot of food…"
"And Heartslaybul has the highest retention rate of all the dorms, so it's more food than any other dorm," Deuce added.
"It just can't be done, human! Allow the canine one to help you!" Sebek called.
"Look, Mr Doubter, I'm almost done. In fact, you be here at 1:30 to join the unbirthday party, so you can eat my food, and your words!"
There was a crashing sound from within, and all the boys almost burst through the door, if not for you peeking out from it yourself.
"Not to worry, I just hit an empty tray with my elbow, everything is okay. Now go away!"
The six boys, confused and concerned as ever, made their departure.
….
As the clock struck one, a crowd had set up outside the kitchen door. Students from nearly every dorm had huddled outside to see what the end result would be.
Then they heard a shout.
"Finito!"
And Grim hushed the crowd.
You emerged dramatically from the kitchen, and looked around at your audience, calm and collected as ever.
"I need some volunteers to set the table."
Immediately, some students joined you in the kitchen, and then they were parading out tray after tray, stacked high with shimmering desserts of all kinds; tarts, cookies, macarons, and a three tiered cake, decorated in red and white hearts. Then came the teas. It appeared you had brewed at least five varieties of teas.
The crowd outside stared in wonder. Silent murmurs of awe passed through the crowd, before Rook Hunt pushed his way to your side, kneeling at your feet.
"My Lady, Pomefiore would like to request your skills for a ball next weekend."
Before you could respond, Azul had elbowed his way forward, and placed an arm around your shoulders.
"Prefect, have you ever considered working for the Mostro Lounge?"
Leona somehow made his way over.
"Shove off, tako, the herbivore is going to be cooking for us!"
And thus, the Ramshackle Prefect became NRC's caterer. And no, you obviously are not getting paid for it. Who the fuck are you kidding?
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Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic
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PRETTY BOY!
plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.
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chapter two: hot "girls"
if someone had told past riki that- in all his 17 years of living- he'd end up meeting the most beautiful person ever one late Saturday night (or Sunday morning?) in the corner of a CU, he would have come wearing a tuxedo.
okay, maybe not that far. but the point is, he would've at least been somewhat prepared. because now, staring at said prettiest person ever at exactly 12:35 a.m., he feels ridiculously underdressed for the occasion. but could you blame him, really? he walked in from rehearsal to get a drink, expecting no one else but an exhausted, cranky cashier, not the girl of his fucking dreams.
she spares him a glance as soon as he steps into the aisle, and he's already down for the count. (cue the romantic ballad.) she's only picking some stuff up off the floor, yet it feels like manual labor to try and look another direction. he swears it isn't an exaggeration to say she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes upon. from her long lashes and how her hair delicately frames her unblemished face, to the way her glinting jewelry only accentuates her sculpted features and immaculate fashion sense... riki doesn't chase, but he'd sprint pick up the pace just for this girl.
oh fuck, i'm staring.
he's ready to turn the other way (albeit reluctantly) so not to seem like a fucking creep, but his legs decide to plant themselves into the ground when she gets up and-
SHE'S APPROACHING. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY WHAT THE FUCK. she's even prettier up close, and- god, riki feels like such a loser. his thoughts are racing a mile a minute, and he's far from being used to it.
"...i could use?" it takes him a little to realize she's asking him for something several seconds later.
he blinks once. twice. thrice. embarrassment sends a jolt through him, and he can sense it rushing straight to his face. thank god for the mask he's wearing- oh! he finally manages to process her request, by some miracle.
the girl's a bit shifty once ni-ki snaps from his trance, rubbing her nape awkwardly. "uh, it's fine if you don't-"
"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he stumbles over his words quite a lot, opting to just shut up and check his pockets for an extra mask to save himself from further humiliation. i hope the fucking floor caves under me right now. but wait- second miracle of the night: he has what she asked for! the shame shrinks ever so slightly in size. "i actually do."
(@€!£:&:;!
well, he was offering the mask to the girl, and the next thing he knows he's forgotten how to breathe properly since she's folded her ringed fingers into his, thanking him profusely. he doesn't even have the capacity to respond before she runs off, still bolted in place.
give the poor kid a moment to recover. he's not used to encounters with hot girls.
sorry, hot "girls".
"-and then i saw her and she saw me and when i tell you my stomach PLUNGED-"
"i'm sorry, you really fell in love with a girl at a CU?"
sunoo doesn't even try to hide his expression- a mix of amusement, utter confusion, disappointment and disbelief. riki rolls his eyes.
"shut the fuck up and let me finish my story. and i thought-"
"you're lucky i'm even listening to you! it's one in the morning and i need my rest but noooo, you just had to come barging in with your delusional lovesick bullshit- you don't even know who she is!"
"i could find out!" sunoo gives him the nastiest look. "okay, you know that wasn't what i meant."
"creepy ass."
"die. what i meant was that i could end up running into her again someday!" ni-ki throws up his hands in an effort to prove his point. "you never know."
his friend raises an eyebrow skeptically, deciding to merely shake his head and return his attention to the phone in his hands. "right. whatever you say."
the taller boy sighs defeatedly. "you're so unsupportive." when this gains no response from his senior, he leans over his shoulder to peer at the screen. "who're you texting?" usually this makes sunoo jerk away with a scowl, but it seems like he's too tired to care at the moment.
"a friend. he's having a bit of a crisis." he doesn't elaborate further. riki skims over the string of messages, which include an excessive amount of curses, capitalization and "ivory's gonna kill me", until his eyes catch on the profile picture.
his mouth immediately goes dry. "sunoo, click on his icon."
"what? why-"
"just show me." sensing that low note of urgency in his tone, a suspicious sunoo gives in, and a clearer photo of the friend in question is displayed. "what is it?"
silence answers him. he turns to look at riki, whose face has gone positively white. "what?"
that's the girl.
that's the "girl".
but it's a... he?
...fuck.
notes: corny lame boo tomato tomato 💀 it's all written today, hope yall r okay w that. sorry that its basically the same as the last chapter but i wanted to show riki's whipped ass pov. writing is SHIT once again, apologies... im running off a solid 2 gallons of caffeine and love for huening kai. plus i wanted to get another chapter to u guys as quick as possible.
taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @luveuly @totoroblop @winter-world
#x reader#enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen x reader#enha x male reader#enha x reader#male reader#niki x reader#nishimura riki#enha niki#niki x male reader#enhypen riki
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Happy Hifuumo Friday everyone!
Even though these get posted on Saturday more often than not I'm still calling it that. It's aspirational and alliterative.
But mostly, because I really do start this on Friday. I just don't necessarily end it then.
As I've written this the weather has gone from thundering to hailing to calmness. So have my thoughts.
This week, I meant to go see my Grandma. I forgot all about it, though I did at least get my infusion done at least.
I realized I forgot a lot of things though.
More precisely, I kept pushing them off.
After getting my infusion, I wandered around a slice of the city I used to know like the back of my hand to get stuff for my cosplay. Some of it was the same...but other parts weren't, like most of the businesses.
And I didn't recognize them when I showed up either, because the businesses listed on Google Maps already shuttered and were replaced by newer ones.
And that's rattled me in a way I've been struggling to put into words. I have a very bad habit of just...stagnating.
For as long as I can, I'll 'take a break' and 'recover' from having to do things. It's a coping mechanism, and a horrible one at that. I need to learn how to take a /breather/, not a retirement.
Because even if you stand still you're still in motion.
You might not be able to see it, but if you stand perfectly still for but a single minute, you and the whole Earth around you will have moved 29,787 meters because of it's orbit around the sun.
(I won't even try to do the math for the rotation of the planet itself.)
The hours pass you by as you think. The weather changes thrice. It's five pm the next day and you forgot to take your meds.
You realize that the only times you actually left your house—"Because I'm still recovering from working so much"—was all those weeks ago.
When the whole reason you even make these posts is because you went on a /trip/, and the pictures are just proof of that.
I need to stop trying to stand still.
I'll begin by listening to my alarms and try to get out of my own head.
I love you all, have a good day/night!
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things I consider canon to my flashlight duo universe:
gregory and Evan move in together when they're adults. evan runs to live with the fazbears as soon as he turns 18 and they go from there. whether it's college or just an apartment
gregory is what introduces Evan to drawing and he loves it. they both keep up with the hobby when they're older as well. gregory likes drawing comics and maybe becomes a graphic novelist and I think Evan would like painting
Evan eventually meets vanessa when hes about 14 and she becomes the older sibling he always wanted. he always felt intimidated by her idea because shes Gregory's actual biological sibling and Evan holds that to a high honor because he wants to be. but they get along and vanessa being there for Evan makes him feel like part of the family even more
Roxy and evan are close. roxy kinda takes Evan under her wing because although its not the same experience because roxy had a support system her whole life, she wants to help him through what she also went through. she helps him learn an outlet to control his emotions more to be more manageable and is a calm shoulder to lean on for evan.
in the event that the bite happens (it doesnt usually), I think after Evan heals and recovers he and bonnie would bond over their scars and bonnie would make him feel better about them
evan meets cassidy later on when hes mellowed out some. I dont think she would have liked him a lot before but when hes healed more and gotten better with his sensitivity they get along pretty good. I think cassidy wouldnt have many friends and probably be considered a troublemaker because of her anger issues and her lashing out and Evan uses what hes learned with his emotions to help her. I'll say they're both teens here
freddy and the other adults wanted nothing more than to march over to the Aftons and declare that they're taking Evan forever but they couldnt. I think that they wanted to actually go through a process of adoption and taking custody but that would have affected Michael too and I'm not sure if they thought it was worth it. especially when Evan says hes alright with the fact that things arent perfect and that he already practically spends his whole life there anyway with how he spends the night.
I imagine william isnt the best cook and Michael probably has other means of getting food on top of not minding eating frozen dinners. but I imagine Evan probably didn't like a lot of foods (hes a kid and also. neurodivergent) and didnt have many things he enjoyed. so I think chica saw this and introduced evan to different foods and tried to help him figure out what he likes so he can eat better and enjoy it at the same time
Gregory and Evan are avid claw machine players
off screen when they're not having a moment with eachother every 5 seconds they play games like roblox and minecraft since they're in the modern day. I think Gregory gave Evan one of his older phones that still worked since he didnt have his own (theres nothing wrong with it, just an older model and maybe a little slow) and he plays on that.
gregory will draw during sleepovers and then give it to Evan to color in. gregory always keeps them and hangs them up or puts them somewhere for safe keeping because Evan doesnt want something to happen to them at his house
gregory hates pickles and Evan loves them
evan is an avid sweater wearer and the Fazbears buy him more when he only has like 1 or 2 and his other clothes are starting to get too small. he keeps sweaters at Gregory's house because he basically lives there already
theres a movie night every saturday while everyone is available at the Fazbears
michael starts to lay off a bit after a little while (think a couple years) just because Evan isnt even around as much for him to terrorize. Michael doesn't like being at home either and since they dont see eachother as much bullying Evan isnt in his minds eye as often. it just doesnt come to mind to do as much at that point
because of genes and chica helping him eat good, evan grows to be taller than Michael
evan experiments with gender later in life as a young adult and is lowkey surprised to learn that Gregory has been transgender this whole time
evan develops huge holiday spirit and for the rest of his days loves to decorate and do holiday-ey things for the season
#i need to make a tag for all these things im saying about the au lol#pandas.txt#pandas talks#flashlight duo#flashlight duo modern au#gregory and evan#evan#gregory#the fazbears#the aftons#evan and cassidy#golden duo#flashlight duo au thoughts#<- there
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When I was a young child, I had lots of meltdowns that my mom didn't understand. I would cry and cry, but I could never say what was wrong. Well, it turns out I couldn't even speak in that state, let alone explain what I was feeling. As I got older, I became more prone to shutdowns and bouts of severe depression rather than meltdowns. But now I'm in my mid-late twenties, and I've started having meltdowns again as an autistic adult. It's probably been about a year since they started up again, and I didn't know what they were at first. I wanna share what they're like for me, in case there are any other late-diagnosed autistic people who want to know more about what meltdowns look like in an adult. This is what happened 2 Saturdays ago:
I went to the store and found out they'd changed the deli section around drastically. The person who normally slices my salami wasn't there, and the new person sliced it thicker than I like. Still, as long as I had the right brand, I knew I'd be okay. But then I got home and found out my brother had his kids come over. There was abnormal debris in my path, like toys and backpacks and empty boxes for the new gates we'd had to install. That was overwhelming both visually and spatially. But I was able to heat up my regular Saturday burrito and ate it in my room. I took a nap after to recover from the grocery trip, as I usually do.
When I woke up, things started really going downhill. I stayed in my room and was trying to do things on my computer. I turned on my fan for white noise to drown out the kids, but I could still hear them squeal or cry, come up to my door and bang on it with toys, and there were other loud, unexpected bangs that made me jump in my seat, multiple times. No one had an explanation for me what those were. So, I put on my noise cancelling headphones. That worked for an hour until my ears got tired from being pressed on, so I took them off. I went out of my room to get something.
Then, I realized there were 3 additional unexpected guests over, including another child. My brother didn't tell me or my mom about this, so I froze up when I saw them. My mom pointed out that I hadn't acknowledged their greetings, but I couldn't really say anything, waved awkwardly, and moved on. I holed up in my room again and kept flinching from the noises.
Additionally, my brother, who sounds just like our abusive, alcoholic father, kept yelling at the kids. It sounded like it was right outside my door. Physical anxiety began to set in from the PTSD. Then a migraine came on. It felt like 3 nails were being hammered into my head. I took my pills and tried to sleep some more to prevent it from getting worse, but the noise was too much. I texted my mom about the migraine, desperate for her to quiet everything down, but it didn't happen.
I started breathing abnormally. I sat in my bed, rocking back and forth, unable to sleep. A couple tears fell, but I tried to stop because crying makes migraines worse. The noises didn't stop. I started pushing the heel of my palm on my head where the migraine hurt and dragged it across my skull. It would have looked like I was hitting myself. Then I started sobbing. Mouth open, gut-wrenching, screaming sobs. I tried to muffle it with my blankets, which made it harder to breathe. I coughed and gagged and blew my nose.
When I ran out of energy to sit up, I slumped against the wall, still sobbing, with my arms sticking out and tense. I dug my heels into the bed and dragged them on the mattress, kicking each leg out one after the other. By the time the meltdown ended about 30-40 minutes later, when I'd completely run out of energy, the extra guests left, and the kids were in bed. I laid in bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. Eventually, I got out of bed to talk to my mom about what happened and what needs to change to prevent this from happening again.
I had no control over the crying, hitting, or kicking. I think frustration and anger were the most prominent emotions I felt. I was also deeply disappointed because it was my birthday weekend, and it was ruined. I still don't know what I can do, if anything, to make these meltdowns easier or shorter when they happen. I'll be working with my therapist on that. Anyway, that's what an adult autistic meltdown looked like for me.
(This is okay to reblog. I invite other adult autistics to share their experiences in the tags or comments.)
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For the touch prompt (if you're still doing it and it sparks happiness): touching cheek to cheek 💖
(Your writing gives me such joy btw)
Hi!! Thank you so much, that's so nice of you to say! And I'm glad!
I am so sorry, I know you sent me this prompt literally two months ago, but time just kind of got away from me... Anyway, inspiration suddenly struck today and I ended up writing something a little longer than I usually do for a prompt fill! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer that I wrote this through dictation because of hand problems and that while I did edit it and read it through, there might still be a random word or two that the computer misheard and that I didn't notice.
Short summary: Buck wants Eddie to face his fear of being in public places after the shooting, and Eddie decides that should be a mutual suffering. They end up taking Christopher to the Santa Monica Pier.
Set right after Season 4, during Eddie's recovery.
Full work under the cut, but also available on ao3.
quiet my fears with the touch of your hand (G, 1299 words)
Buck hasn't been on the pier since that day.
He likes to tell himself that there just hasn't been any reason to, that it has nothing to do with fear. After all, you'd think that in that case, large bodies of water would bother him as well, and they don't.
So, yeah, he isn't scared to go to the pier at all.
Eddie thinks otherwise.
Now that Eddie is doing better, his shoulder not fully recovered but healing the way it's supposed to, Buck has been trying to coax him out of the house—and consequently out of his comfort zone.
Of course, Eddie also claims that he isn't scared to go to public places, but Buck doesn't believe that, not with the way Eddie gets all shifty when Buck suggests something as simple as going to the store together.
So Buck has been trying to think of something that they can do together, preferably with Christopher as well. He's suggested the zoo as well as a museum, but neither seemed to interest Eddie much, and he knows he's gonna need something good to get Eddie to agree.
“I mean,” he says after Eddie shoots down what is probably his tenth idea, “why don't you come up with a suggestion then? What would you like to do?”
And maybe Buck should have seen this coming, because he did confront Eddie about his fear when they started this conversation, putting his foot down even when Eddie tried to deny everything.
“I want to make a compromise,” Eddie replies, a look in his eyes that doesn't exactly make Buck feel like he’s going to enjoy said compromise. “You want me to face my fears? How about you face yours at the same time?”
Oh. Yeah, Buck is not going to like this.
*
It has always kind of surprised him how resilient children are.
If the idea of going back to the pier scares Christopher in any way at all, he doesn't show it. He's excited even, saying it has been way too long since they have been to the amusement park on the pier. And so a trip is planned for the next Saturday, and as the days pass the anxiety in his stomach keeps growing and growing.
Stepping foot onto the pier has his heart feeling like it is going to beat out of his chest as his gaze automatically drifts two are the pier ends and the water starts. Next to him, Eddie seems to be just as nervous, though he is mostly looking at the crowd around them.
In front of them, Christopher is clearly in a hurry to get started on exploring all the things the park has to offer, talking half to himself and half to Buck and Eddie as he muses on what to do first.
Buck takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and he looks at Eddie from the corner of his eye. Eddie is already looking at him, and when Buck holds out his hand, he only seems to need a second to think before he takes it.
Holding hands is not something that they do, not really, because as close as they are, they are still just best friends. That's what Buck always has to remind himself of. They are just best friends.
And sure, walking over the pier hand in hand as they follow Christopher to what he has apparently decided should be their first stop, it doesn't feel like a thing that just best friends would do. But Buck also knows that it is a dangerous thing to acknowledge that.
Of course, it turns out not to be all that bad. They have fun that afternoon and slowly Eddie starts to relax beside him as Buck manages to stop paying attention to the water at all times. They end up getting competitive multiple times, at least for the games that Eddie can play with only one arm, and the result is that they have to carry an excessive amount of prizes that Christopher is absolutely delighted about.
“I guess you were kind of right,” Eddie says when they are both sitting down for a minute and keeping an eye on Christopher, who—on his own insistence—is getting cotton candy by himself.
Buck raises an eyebrow at him because while he knows what Eddie means, he wants to hear the words from the man’s mouth. Eddie seems to realize that, too.
“That this would be good for me, to get out of the house, go somewhere public.”
He's serious and genuine, his voice quiet as he focuses his gaze out into the crowd where Christopher is. Buck decides that if Eddie can be vulnerable, then so can he.
“You were also right,” he replies. “That I had to face my own fear by going here.”
Eddie looks at him, smiles that soft smile that has Buck's heart beating a little faster. He nods and Buck doesn't know why, but it feels like a victory. His gaze falls onto a photo booth nearby, a little off to the side and seemingly not very popular.
“Maybe we should commemorate this. I mean, it might be nice to have a picture for Christopher’s photo album anyway, but it might also be a good reminder that we took this step.”
He nods towards the booth as he says it, and Eddie follows his gaze. The guy’s eyebrows wrinkle for a moment, but then he nods. Christopher comes back then, and they wait for him to eat his cotton candy, but it is soon after that that Buck drags his Diaz boys toward the photo booth.
It's not easy to cram all three of them into the small space, and Buck ends up with Eddie pressed tight against his side, one of his arms wrapped around Eddie's waist, while Christopher sits on the spot where their thighs are pressed against each other.
Buck can't tear his eyes away from Eddie as he sets up the machine to take their pictures using the little touchscreen. There is a small preview in the corner, and all he can think is how much they look like a family.
“Say cheese,” Eddie says cheerily as he leans back again, somehow managing to get even closer to Buck.
And then he presses his cheek against Buck's as he grins widely to make sure they both fit in the frame well enough, and Buck is taken so off guard that he only remembers to smile at the last moment. The camera snaps multiple pictures in quick succession, and then it is over already.
Buck feels like he doesn't breathe until they're standing outside again, and his heart beats quickly in his chest as he takes one of the two strips of pictures from Eddie. The images feel incriminating, even though he knows that the heart eyes are probably only obvious to him.
It's Eddie's voice that startles him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to find that Christopher has already walked ahead on his crutches and Eddie is looking back, sending him a questioning look.
“You coming?” Eddie asks, pulling his hand out of his pocket and holding it out as if he is waiting for Buck to take it, palm up. “I was thinking we could go home, order some food? I guess we’ll have to hope that Chris comes down from his sugar high around his bedtime.”
There is something about the way he says ‘home’ that has Buck feeling breathless all over again.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” he replies, slipping the pictures into the pocket of his jacket as he catches up with Eddie. He resists the temptation to take the man’s hand – it feels too risky. Baby steps, he thinks. But maybe one day.
#oh look the mailman came by!#buddie#buddie fic#911fic#eddie diaz#evan buckley#usermorgue#tuserjw#holdmygum#tuserksn#bigfootsmom#userisha#gary writes fic#911 fic
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CROCKETT BURNS
36 DEAD, DOZENS MISSING; FIRE OFFICIALS BEWILDERED IN SUSPECTED ARSON
(Salisbury, MD) Crockett Island, a census-designated township in Chesapeake Bay, was destroyed by a major fire on Saturday Night. Dozens are missing and 36 are dead, including town Sheriff Hasan Shabazz, in what county officials are calling an "unprecedented loss."
"The whole thing went up in flames. It took minutes" said Warren Flynn, 16-year old resident of Crockett, who was rescued by first responders on Sunday morning alongside fellow survivor Leeza Scarborough.
"We know as much as you do" Scarborough said, when asked about the mysterious origins of the fire.
Among the missing are Mayor Wade Scarborough and several religious leaders at St. Patrick's Catholic Church, which was destroyed in the blaze.
Monsignor John Pruitt, missing Crockett Resident and church leader, standing in front of the now destroyed St. Patrick's Catholic Church in 1967.
"We're looking at total destruction" said James Grant, seasoned firefighter and first responder with 15 years of experience. "Every building on the island was already ash by the time we arrived."
Fire officials say remnants of the blaze are consistent with gasoline fires, and have called for further investigation into suspected foul play.
"This wasn't ordinary," said Fire Chief Josephine Angeletti on Sunday. "We're treating it like an arson attack. But with so few survivors, it's almost impossible to get a definitive answer."
Former residents of the island have shared their thoughts and condolences on social media.
"This sort of thing doesn't happen by accident. Not in that town." David Miller, former resident of Crockett, said in a Facebook post Sunday afternoon.
"There was another awful fire on that island back in '84, and it didn't even come close to this. We're at a loss for words. Please pray for our friends, Edward and Annie, and their son Riley, who are still missing. Elizabeth and I are eternally grateful for Warren and Leeza's safety, and are taking care of them while searches continue."
Some bodies recovered on the island were found several hundred feet from any buildings or roads, and almost all of which with lacerations or puncture wounds on the neck. The body of Sheriff Shabazz was found with several bullet wounds on the island's eastern shore.
"We're finding bodies that aren't burnt" said Angeletti. "Some of them are shot, some have torn up necks. I've never seen anything like it."
Angeletti says the bodies are far from the only aspect of the disaster that's puzzled first responders.
"The strangest things we keep finding are clothes. Tons of them, most of them burnt or charred. We're finding shoes and boots full of ashes."
Dr. Sarah Gunning, the only healthcare provider on Crockett, was found dead surrounded by clothing.
Travis Mayfield, a firefighter in training who was assigned to the island, is skeptical of the fire's cause.
"The whole place reeks of diesel. All of it. My higher ups are blaming that on an oil spill a few years back, but it's stronger in the buildings."
"We found these robes on the beach. Nun's robes, I think, but I'm not sure. They were white, or they used to be white. They were covered in ash. This was the same beach as that cop, like no more than fifty feet away. This sh*t is not adding up."
City officials are urging bystanders to stay clear of the island as investigations continue.
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Stranger - Choi San
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Bathroom- Montell Fish
—a/n: The Will To Power tour being announced on my 19th birthday set off something in me to start writing (again...). This fic has honestly been a wip for 4-3 months so I've finally found it in me to finish a few chapters and post. Enjoy!! (This first chapter is just a bit of an intro to all the characters and the plot) btw this has barely been proofread and i rushed the Yunho part (IM SORRY)
—Pairing: Choi San x Fem. reader x Ex bf.Jeong Yunho
—Series Warnings : (18+ - minors dni) fluff, angst, smut, cussing/mature language.
—Genres: college au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers.
—Chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, BAD writing, mentions of sex/ implied jokes, Drinking, ANGST, arguments, Eunseok (riize), Jungwon (enhypen) and Lia (Itzy) are all readers friends, lia is readers roomate, mentions of other ateez members. (I HAVENT DONE THIS IN AGES BARE WITH ME)
—Word Count: 1.1K (ish)
"Are you going to the party on Saturday?" Lia asks, plopping down on your bed, pulling out her phone in the process. party? in finals week?
"I thought you said you didn't go to parties anymore because of Wooyoung and its finals week... I'm not failing this semester" you protested.
"Firstly," she began whilst walking towards her wardrobe "I do like going to parties... I just don't like Wooyoungs friends constantly going on, saying, "I bet you've had a taste of Wooyoungs weiner" especially that San guy, mother fucker." she cursed. " And if you're that stressed about finals, I'll help you study when I recover from the amazing hangover, I'm about to bring on myself... is it a deal?"
"Deal" you said, also making your way to the wardrobe to pick something to wear.
"Is this too much? I mean I know it's just a house party but like... a dress? it's a nice dress Li but I don't think it matches the uh... vibe"
This was just an excuse... you didn't want to go to this party, for all you cared you would much rather be at home binge watching the latest shows you've been watching or rewatching your favorite films.
"You're lying to yourself Y/n, we've been to a fuck tone of parties this year, and you've worn something like this every time." She grumbled.
"It's different this time."
"How? because Yunho isn't eating you out at the end of the night?"
"Lia! Don't be stupid, I'm just tired and in need of some..."
"Dick," she cut you off " you need a one-night stand, you're too set on Yunho"
"Maybe that's a good thing."
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And if being in love with your ex is still desperate, you're willing to go that far.
"Or maybe we can try and get you out your shell? There are other guys out there who'll let you finish on their face"
"What if I only want to finish on his face" you stated.
"Then you have some weird shit going on in your head y/n, you two broke up 2 months ago, probably more than that," she said while giving you a look that could kill you if you said anything else " and besides... maybe wooyoung has a hot single friend you could mess about with. Please just listen to me for once and have some fun?"
So now you're at a college frat party watching people pour alcohol on themselves for fun. Great. And even better the person who always lightens your mood... Wooyoung. Approaching you and your best friend at full speed. Fucking hell. If your evening could get any worse just let it happen now.
"Heya ladies" he said whilst wrapping an arm around Lia's waist. What even are they at this point? Fuck buddies? For all you know, whenever he shows up, Lia ends up disappearing and that's your queue to go and sit in the toilet for the rest of the night.
"Hi, woo," she replied leaning into his chest. Great. "wanna go grab a drink?" Fuck you.
"Yeah sure," fuck the both of you. "You coming y/n?"
"I'm good I might go and talk to Jungwon I think he's over there," you smiled and kissed your teeth.
So, saying this night has gone bad is an overstatement. Besides, you still needed to do the wordle of today. My god. Is this what lifes become?
"Okay so if it's not an a ther-" you muttered to yourself before someone knocked on the door.
"You okay in there?" Yunho? "I was just gonna check on you, y/n, make sure you werent blowing up the toilet or something."
Opening the door, you looked up at him. And now on top of your ex being a few centimeters away from your face, your heart was also racing faster than it has in a long time. By the flush on his cheeks, you could tell he was drunk. This probably explains why he was now walking towards you leaving you with the only option of stumbling back into the bathroom.
“Are you drunk?” you asked as he placed his hands on your waist. “Actually, I don't want to know,” removing his hands you sat down on the toilet.
“y/n don't be like this”
“Be like what!?” You're now standing, “Did our relationship mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you? I’m not like Lia, okay? I don’t fuck about with people because I don’t mind not having commitment and closure. It’s your fault this Wack relationship ended. Then you just forget about me for a few months and act like you give a shit when you wanna get laid” You borderline screamed. Rule number one: never be afraid to raise your voice at a man with an over inflated ego, especially not an ex-boyfriend.
“Did you really think I was gonna fall back into your arms Yunho? You broke my fucking heart!”
“y/n I jus-”
“Get out, don't speak to me till you'll be sober enough to remember this conversation in the morning.”
So it was dramatic and you’re stupid. Yunho finally gave you a chance and you fucked up. Actually no. He fucked up. Relationships are a waste of time.
More knocking.
“Fuck off Yunho.”
This time instead of your wide-eyed ex storming in, a tall guy in a white tank top peeps his head round the door.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said wiping tears from your face.
You’d be stupid to say this guy wasn’t slightly your type. He looks like a Frank Ocean song to put it nicely.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, sorry, but could I use the bathroom?”
“Oh, sure go ahead.” you replied stepping out of the toilet.
After this guy had finished... his business he came out and smiled at you.
“Not one for parties then?”
“How could you guess.” Maybe it was your low standards or the fact you’ve spent the last 2 hours crying and playing candy crush, but you haven't smiled this hard all week.
“There’s just a vibe about you, it’s the “I don't wanna be here my friend dragged me along don't speak to me” look”
“Your right about the “my friend dragged me along part,” maybe add on “she left me to go hook up with some guy” and you’d be spot on” You hinted.
“Well, we’d be in the same boat then. “My friend left me to hook up with a girl he won’t commit to” sound familiar?”
“Very.” You smiled
“San, my names San... By the way.”
“As in Wooyoungs friend?”
“Ever met another San?”
“Not that I can remember.” you answered.
“Your name?”
“Y/n, Lia’s friend.” You implied.
“Woah as in... wooyoungs like... whatever they are.”
So, this is San? All of Lia's comments about him being a mother fucker weren't as true as you thought. He seemed like a gentleman. He hadn’t tried to make a move on you, or any other stupid shit like most guys at these shitty things.
He seemed nice enough to at least hang about with till Lia got so drunk she would black out.
This evening could go better than you thought.
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Worth The Feeling
Content Warning: 18+
This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.
Chapter 7
Wait.
That is all I did this weekend. Wait and try and catch my breath. When I woke up on Saturday morning, I had all but convinced myself that Friday night had been a dream. But I could still feel his lips on my neck, and my wrists still tingled from his hands binding them together. Come Monday morning, I had now taken a total of three cold showers.
Lana had called Friday night, Saturday morning, and Saturday afternoon. It wasn't until she threatened to get the authorities involved that I called her back. I love Lana, and I tell her everything, but a part of me liked that this was just between Javi and me. Truthfully, I hadn't even had the opportunity to have any secrets from Lana. And I liked having a secret life for once. Even if I only kept the secret for about twenty-four hours.
I didn't give her all the details. The suspicious side of me wondered if he could sue me if he found out I had spilled all of our dirty laundry. Not that we had a lot of it. And I know Lana wouldn't tell, but we all work together. Surely it could get back to him somehow. In the end, I decided to tell her the facts, and leave out the dialogue during our kiss. The only person I wanted to confess my lust to was him.
That part had really been nagging at me. I confessed that I wanted him, and he said he felt the same way, and then he left. Kissed my forehead, and left. After I had my breathing back under control, I wondered if I had done something wrong. But I'd pushed that thought away as much as possible. I didn't want to be that person. As much as I was attracted to him, I wasn't going to let him make me question my confidence.
That is, until I stepped on to set.
It's not that I'm not acting confident, it's just that I can sense that I'm acting differently. Evidenced by the fact that I wore a dress today. Never in my life as a PA have I worn a dress to work. The amount of bending over and hustling we do just doesn't allow for it. But when I woke up today, and I remembered how good it felt to feel Javi's slacks against my bare legs, I pulled out this green wrap dress first thing.
I've now made it almost half the day without seeing him. Apparently over the weekend, Lloyd had some sort of epiphany and decided to shoot things in a different order than we'd scheduled. I don't think Lloyd understands that epiphanies are supposed to be rare. Now, the entire crew is in shambles. I've been assisting almost every department today, and by the time we get through with lunch, I'm starting to regret my choice of attire.
"Dwayne to Ava." My walkie croaks.
"Go for Ava," I say, out of breath from carrying several pounds of wiring almost a mile across set.
"Hi Ava, Gutierrez is asking for you in his trailer."
"Really?" I squeak, "I mean, did he say what I should bring him?" I tried to recover from my excitable first response.
"No, he didn't say. Just go check it out, would you? And then we're going to need you on soundstage one."
"Copy!" I hope he takes my excited tone as a frantic one. Today of all days, that wouldn't be surprising.
I take my time walking to his trailer. I wish I had seen him in the beginning of the day before everything got so hectic. I'm sure the chaos was written all over my face, and my dress was all wrinkled now. Even so, nothing would prevent me from knocking on his door.
"Come in!" I hear him call and my stomach lurches.
When I enter the trailer, I'm surprised to see another man standing next to Javi in front of the kitchenette. In my startled state, I blurt out, "Mr. Gutierrez!" as if it's him I'm surprised to see, in his own trailer, where I was called to meet him.
He looks amused. "Mr. Gutierrez? So formal, Ms. Cohen. I thought we were better acquainted than that," he takes a slow sip out of the mug in his right hand. "Ava, this is Jonah Elrod, my lawyer."
"Oh," I blink before holding out my hand, "Nice to meet you."
Jonah takes my hand, smiling, "Likewise." He must be early thirties or so, but his smile is a bit crooked, giving him more of a boyish charm. He is tall, with light brown hair slicked neatly back to match his suit. "Javi, I'll be in touch," Jonah turns to the table, picking up a messenger bag before moving toward the door. "Ava, it was good to meet you," he smiles another crooked smile.
"You too," I say, and then he is gone. The sound of the door clicking seems to echo in the room for a long time. It takes me a moment before I can look at Javi. After everything on Friday, the tension seems to pull these walls tighter around us.
"Hi," Javi laughs lightly, his voice filled with the suggestion that he is feeling the tension too.
"Hi," I smile at him, feeling shy. "Why were you meeting with your lawyer? Or, wait I'm sorry I probably shouldn't ask that."
"You can ask me anything," he leans against the wall, "But I'm a little worried about scaring you off."
I think on that for a moment. He doesn't elaborate, he just keeps watching my face change from confused, to more confused.
"Oh my god," realization hits, "You need me to sign an NDA. Was I supposed to do that before our date? I mean, before...Friday happened?"
Javi's eyes widen. "What?" He puts his coffee down on the table, moving closer to where I am by the door. "No. You don't need to sign an NDA. And that wouldn't be your responsibility, it would be mine."
I just nod, and Javi takes a breath before continuing.
"Look, I'm not trying to insinuate anything. I don't want you to think that I'm asking for your hand in marriage after one date. But with your career, I wanted to make sure all of our bases are covered." He waits, looking to my face for reassurance. Honestly, I feel a lot better just knowing that he didn't summon me here to legally commit to not talking to someone about our date after I definitely already talked to someone about our date.
"Basically, I wanted to ask Jonah about paparazzi rights. See if there would be any legal ramifications for someone if they were to post a photo of us together without your permission. I'm free game, I signed up for this. But you didn't," he takes another step closer to me, his eyes sincere, "I want to apologize, Ava. I shouldn't have done what I did out in the open where anyone could have been lurking with a camera."
After a brief pause, I ask, "So that's why you asked me here?"
Javi nods.
"And here I thought you were going to apologize for not coming in for a night cap."
Javi chuckles, visibly relieved. "If I recall correctly, you didn't invite me in for a night cap."
"Well, my apologies. I was...preoccupied." If the air was thick before, that comment just added about twenty metric tons of tension on top of it.
"Jonah seems like a nice guy," I feel dumb saying it, but I can't let my last comment hang out in the air any longer.
"He's pretty great. I'm thinking of getting rid of him, though." Javi takes another step toward me. Thanks to the general small scale of trailers, he's now close enough that I have to lift my head to look him in the eye.
"Why's that?"
"He totally checked you out when he was leaving."
I half-laugh, half-snort. "He most certainly did not."
Javi ignores my comment, reaching his hand out and taking the tie at the waist of my dress in his hand, twisting it around his fingers.
"Can't blame him. It's this dress..." his gaze flickers up to mine. Hopeful. Hopeful and heated. "It's a very good color on you."
"I might have..." my cheeks blaze with my omission, "I might have picked it with you in mind."
Javi's expression grows possessive. "Is that so?"
"Mmhm."
Javi leans forward, bringing his lips to my ear. "Did you think about me while I was away?"
My breathing hitches. I nod slowly. His free hand moves to the other side of my waist.
"Tell me." His voice is low and commanding.
"I thought about you all weekend," My voice trembles with excitement.
"Mmm," he hums, placing a featherlight kiss to my neck. A shiver runs down my spine underneath his hand. "What exactly did you think about?"
Tentatively, I look up and meet his gaze. The look in his eyes shoots straight to my core. His lids are hooded, his deep brown eyes wanting. I place both of my hands on either side of his face and pull him down to me. I kiss him gently, trying to remind myself to breathe. He is gentle too, though now both of his hands are on my back, inching their way down toward the hem of my dress. Before I know it, we're moving backward. I don't open my eyes, but Javi's embrace spins me. We continue to step backward until I make contact with the table in the kitchenette. His hands travel to my thighs as he bends down slightly, lifting me just enough so that I'm sitting on the table. The movement breaks us apart, and he takes the opportunity to grab my chin. He leans in so close that his lips brush mine as he speaks.
"Use your words," I feel his other hand on my knee, his fingers lightly skirting up under my dress, "Tell me what you wanted then."
With his hand firmly on my chin, there is nowhere else to look as I say, "I wanted you to come upstairs."
"What else?" His hand continues up my thigh.
"I wanted you to help me out of my dress." I have no hope of hiding how quickly my chest is rising and falling.
"Mmhm. That one was a bit shorter. I think it stopped...Here," he cuts a line across my upper thigh with his finger, "Is that right?"
"No," my eyes flutter shut, "It was higher."
He chuckles, low and gravelly. He moves his grip from my chin to the back of my neck.
"Look at me, Ava."
And I do. I look at him even though my face is on fire and my hands are shaking. I feel so exposed and still so secure. There is not a trace of apprehension in my nervous system. Looking at Javi right now, I feel so bare, yet so protected.
"Tell me where to stop." He commands. I nod in response, open-mouthed and unable to speak.
Eyes boring into mine, his other hand still on my neck, securing me in my place, he continues to work his hand up my thigh. He stops in a few places, pinching gently, drawing slow circles in others. Then he reaches my hip bone, where the side of my thong rests. I mentally thank my past self for having the decency to pick something other than Hanes this morning.
He toys with the fabric, sliding his fingers through it and out of it. His gaze keeps questioning, waiting to see when I tell him to stop. But I don't plan on ever making that request. As he realizes this still isn't too far, he hooks his finger underneath the lace, and slides his finger along until it rests in between my legs. I gasp now that he's not simply touching my leg. And even that was far from simple.
His movements still at my gasp, anticipating resistance.
"I didn't t-tell you to stop." My attempt at a seductive tone is hindered by my excited stutter.
He gives me a small smile, his eyes moving to my lips.
It distracts me for a moment, so I don't realize right away that he has now slipped his hand completely between my thong and my sex. His middle finger swipes upward, quick and unexpected.
"Oh!" I gasp once more, placing my hands on the table beneath me to steady myself. I toss my head back as far as it will go with Javi's hand still securing me in place. He does the motion again, and I stifle a moan. He continues this, and I can hear the wetness pooling between my legs with each stroke. Wanting the strokes to grow harder, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. But that makes him stop. I snap my head up, eyes wide with panic.
He chuckles again at my bewildered expression, before moving his thumb to my clit.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not done with you yet." His calloused thumb starts to move in slow, delicious circles.
"My...god." I whisper, my legs starting to shake around his waist.
He leans forward, kissing my neck and collarbone as he continues. In between kisses, he says, "You said you'd never been kissed like that until the other night. What about this?" he gently bites underneath my ear, "Has anyone ever made you feel like this before?"
I bite my lip, shaking my head as I stifle another moan. My eyes are closed once again.
"I believe I asked you to use your words." He practically growls.
But I can't. I can't, I can't. It's too much. It feels too good. My hand flies up to his shoulder, grasping for support. I don't need to be steaded, rather I'm grasping at this feeling. I need more. His slow movements are driving me crazy.
"I want you to make me..." I don't even recognize my own voice.
"Keep talking."
"I want to–"
"Dwayne for Ava, Dwayne for Ava." My walkie stutters to life from its position around my waist. I had completely forgotten that it was there.
"Shit." I cry, "No."
But Javi's fingers had already left my thong, and he's now leaning his forehead against mine. "You need to answer it," he pants.
"I..." Don't want to? Can't believe how shitty this timing is? Can't believe how good I just felt?
"Ava, are you there?" I hear Dwayne's voice again, slightly more irritated. The heavenly feeling I was just experiencing had dulled the fact that today has been one of the more chaotic days on set. I take a deep breath, grabbing my walkie from my work belt that was now much higher on my waist than it had been when I entered the room.
"Go for Ava."
"Are you done with Gutierrez?"
Well Dwayne, I was close.
Javi smirks at Dwayne's question, pulling away from me and leaning casually against the doorframe by the table. The table where I was still sprawled out on, flushed.
"Yes. What do you need?"
"You're needed on soundstage one, like I said before. We need as many hands as possible to get organized in here."
I push my hand toward the receiver to reply, but I gasp when I see Javi slide his fingers into his mouth and suck. The same fingers that had just been giving me so much pleasure. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me, and now I'm starting to think he relishes in this specific form of torture.
"Ava?" Dwayne is definitely irritated now.
"Copy. On my way." I secure the walkie back on my belt and scoot off the table, rearranging my dress so that there are hopefully no signs of anything nefarious happening in here.
"You're evil for that," I jab my hand in Javi's direction.
His eyes turn exceedingly innocent. "I mean I had to have one taste before you go."
My mouth falls open and I just shake my head. "I just...evil."
He just looks at me and shrugs, still leaning against the doorframe.
"See you soon, Ms. Cohen." He winks.
I let my wobbly legs guide me out of the trailer, back into the brilliant sun. It is very, very difficult to wipe this dumb smile off my face. A PA running around on a day like today with a ceaseless smile plastered was sure to raise some eyebrows. As I head toward the soundstage, I try to come up with a reason to drop it.
Unfortunately, I wouldn't have to wait long to find one.
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HUGE thanks to @pragmatic-optimist who is holding my hand, yet again through another prompt fill run even though I said I wouldn't do this to her until February.
Prompts taken from the following lists:
Intimacy In A Relationship Prompts
Intimacy In A Relationship [Extended]
Subtle Smut Sentence Starters
Soft Details For Smut and Intimate Moments
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Day One- Sometimes it's enough to sit on the floor of an unfurnished apartment we just moved into, while eating take-out and relishing in being one step closer to building our future together
Day Two- A hug for when you're breaking down in my arms, and I wish I could take your pain away because seeing you this upset hurts so goddamn much
Day Three- "You've been talking on and on about how much you want this specific object, and one day I'm at the store and they're selling it and I don't think twice about buying it."
Day Four- [ TIMID ] the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face, laughing softly at the intensity.
Day Five- “I shouldn’t allow myself to get close to you.”
Day Six- It's kinda weird how just a hug from you can make me feel so much better, but i'm not complaining.
Day Seven- “I'm pretty sure at this point my family has grown to love you more than they love me”
Day Eight- "I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know."
Day Nine- "I can't get enough of you."
Day Ten- "Carrying you into bed because you fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to get home from work, something that's pretty much tradition at this point."
Day Eleven- Cuddling in bed is making the both of us feel safe and loved.
Day Twelve- “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”
Day Thirteen- A hand to hold to let you know everything's going to be okay.
Day Fourteen- A huge smile of appreciation because I'm sick and you're taking care of me, even cuddling me, which you shouldn't be doing but right now all you care about is making me feel comfortable.
Day Fifteen- “You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break"
Day Sixteen- "Say you want me, and I'm yours."
Day Seventeen- "You're such a tease."
Day Eighteen- [ CLOSE ]sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished, holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.
Day Nineteen- "I'm not jealous."
Day Twenty- You brought me flowers on a random Saturday three years ago, and now every Saturday a new bouquet of flowers makes its way into our kitchen.
Day Twenty-One- [ GAZE ] Sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.
Day Twenty-Two- [ GAZING ] receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.
Day Twenty-Three- "This is a one time thing."
Day Twenty-Four- [ CONTROL ] Sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue.
Day Twenty-Five- [ CLOSER ] Receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished, holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.
Day Twenty-Six- A phone call because it's the first time we've spent this many days apart from each other, and you're crying on the phone and I miss you so damn much.
Day Twenty-Seven- You lost a cherished personal belonging, so i try my best to replace it, and even though it's not perfect, you're really appreciative of me trying.
Day Twenty-Eight-You're the only person who can make me laugh and smile this loudly.
Day Twenty-Nine- A stolen hoodie used to drive you nuts but nowadays you love seeing me walk around in your clothes.
Day Thirty- You've made it your mission to always kiss me good morning, good night, goodbye and hello, and whenever you miss to do just that, even though I tell you you're being ridiculous, you feel bad about it, and always have to make up for it.
Day Thirty-One- “No one’s here. We can be as loud as we want.”
Day Thirty-Two- Dancing to some silly music at the crack of dawn.
Day Thirty-Three- Breakfast In Bed.
Day Thirty-Four- You're up late playing video games again but you don't mind me slipping down in-between your legs with a blanket and pillow, falling asleep in your arms.
Day Thirty-Five- Letting your partner have their own drawer/things scattered all over the place if not living together.
Day Thirty-Six- [ COAX ] The dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them, breathing praises against their skin.
Day Thirty-Seven- "There's so many things I wanna do to you."
Day Thirty-Eight- Inside jokes/innuendos at improper times.
Day Thirty-Nine- Gossiping about things you aren't supposed to tell anyone.
Day Forty- Texting your partner late at night asking them to come over, for intimacy, or to cuddle, for comfort or to eat.
Day Forty-One- Discussing what to make for lunch/dinner/what groceries to get.
Day Forty-Two- "You can be rough, I can take it."
Day Forty-Three- [ JOY ] sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately, taking the opportunity to check in.
Day Forty-Four- You used to be the absolute best at flirting, but now that you've got me, your flirting consists of deliberately embarrassing me, because seeing me react to your idiotically bad jokes is apparently the highlight of your day.
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Cryptids In The Woods
@forgwater did it go where you were thinking?
This honestly might scare Grim off of tuna. At least for a week.
“Henchuman, it’s weird! He just shows up at odd hours of the night and just stares at our home! For hours! That’s what stalkers do!”
“I mean you’re not exactly wrong per se -watch out for that branch- but Malleus is less of a stalker and more of a Cryptid”.
At this exact moment in time, the Ramshackle dorm is taking a field trip down the mountain, exploring the woods in between Night Raven College and the little port town on Sage Island. Considering it is an early Saturday morning, and Grim couldn't opt out of the excursion (due to him being the only other student in the dorm), the little flame ball is extra grumpy.
Grim is finding anything and everything he can complain about to fill the peaceful silence, and the Diasomnia Housewarden is his current fixation on account of Grim waking up in the middle of the night to find the fae peering in through the second-story window.
His poor little heart is still recovering from that scare.
"Yuuuuuuuuuu, what are we even doing out here?!"
“We’re looking for some potion ingredients for Crewel is what we’re doing. There should be a tree up ahead that we can harvest some oak bark from.”
"And just how do you know this?"
"Our personal Cryptid told me about it."
"... we are talking about that-"
"Yes, Malleus, I'm referring to Malleus."
Grim felt a shiver roll down his spine at the prince's name. He could feel something in the air the further into the woods they trekked, and he was starting to think the Prefect just might somehow summon the gargoyle creep by saying his name so much. The closer they got to where they were heading, the more paranoid Grim became.
Finally, Yuu pushed a cover of vines away, looking back to watch Grim climb over the last few hurdles. They had their back to their destination, but they had a good view of the way their monster companion's eyes widened in awe at the sight of the clearing.
And then Grim let out the most blood-curdling yowl before high tailing it back the way they came.
"Grim!" they attempted to call after him, but he was quickly out of sight and out of earshot. Seeing as that was the same scream the feline had released at exactly 2:46 am the night before, Yuu was prepared to greet the fae as they stepped into the clearing.
"Horning- WHAT THE FUCK!" Not Malleus, this fedora-wearing nightmare was definitely NOT MALLEUS. "FLOYD pleasE I'M BEggiNG YOU, stahp."
"Ah, good morning Prefect!" Jade calls, ignoring the Prefect's sobs. "What brings you to this corner of the mountain?"
"I just wanted to do a nice thing for dad and now I'm going to need years of therapy and WHY ARE YOU SITTING LIKE THAT IT JUST MAKES IT WORSE!"
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland jade#reverse mermen au#twst crack#a third monstrosity has entered the ring#prefect started the morning mushroom hunting#they ended it cryptid hunting
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2023: weeks 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 [13 feb to 19 mar]
this is madness. it's been a crazy busy month. i'm currently in my fourth hotel. let's go.
VACATION!
new york: greenwich village was home for the first week of my vacation. a part of manhattan that i liked to visit a lot when i lived in brooklyn but never a place i've managed to spend as much time as i would like... and still have not. the marlton hotel on 8th was delightful although i encountered far too many australians for my liking. the lobby bar was, as warned of in every single review i read, absolutely packed with people just chilling/drinking/working at all hours of the day, but it was honestly a hoot.
new york coffee: i am notoriously hateful of american coffee, because it's revolting, but the game has been changed in the last few years. every morning i went somewhere different as i set out for the day, and every day i was rewarded handsomely with a decent-to-perfect latte. thank you for embracing the milk based espresso game, new york. i cannot extend my compliments to california.
art: i managed to hit up two art museums i've been to previously (the met, the guggenheim) and two that i had not (the whitney, the frick) while in new york, and the completely out of character pre-modern kick i've been on heavily influenced where i had the most fun.
the guggenheim is home to my very favourite painting, franz marc's yellow cow, but half the permanent collection was down for an exhibition, so he was gone. however, i had seen marc's fighting cows at the met a few days earlier, in which my good friend the yellow cow is hanging out in the background, so i was content.
the met was full of all the classical architecture things i have spent the last few months being weird about, and so is every street in new york, so i was having a great time and my phone is full of photos of completely random buildings all over manhattan. but there was something really satisfying about walking through parts of the building i viscerally remember not having any interest in previously and being like, i know you guys now.
the frick was a similar experience, kind of, in that i have a clear memory of passing on going because i knew it was full of old paintings. not exactly my thing, for the most part, more of an incidental acquaintanceship from often being housed in the same building as art i prefer. i don't remember what specifically prompted me to go this time, but an inadvertent consequence of deep diving architectural history is that i acquired a whole art history education that i never really had, and like, what a difference that makes.
the whitney had a hopper exhibition showing that had pretty much everything he ever painted except for nighthawks, which was weird.
shows!: "are you going to see any shows while you're there?" "is there any other reason to even go to new york?"
this was documented as it happened, but i experienced classical music live for the first time while unintentionally very, very drunk. i've settled on this having been an incredible experience, well done me.
i saw funny girl. it's actually incomprehensible how good lea was in this given that, okay, so. wait, context. so what actually happened was, i had tickets for funny girl on the friday night and the ny phil on saturday night, and lea was out sick friday AND the saturday matinee. i got an email about her being out at 3pm but didn't see it until 6pm, and somehow i still managed to switch both tickets to seats in almost the exact same location and recovered like $100 of the original price in the process. so after being off sick for two shows lea was, honestly, fucking incredible. it's so irritating, but it is what it is.
jessica chastain is currently doing a doll's house (i think it technically opened on march 9 but it's been in previews for weeks). this was wild, as far as these things go. extremely minimal, bordering on avant-garde maybe or just throwing a lot of singular things that other productions have done into a pot together. spoilers for the key staging moments: it started with nora on stage for a solid 10 minutes before curtain (there was no curtain), while the house lights were still up and people were still wandering into their seats and talking, and ended with her walking out through a door at the back of the stage directly onto the street behind the theatre in a moment so baffling i am still chuckling every time i think about it. it wasn't perfect but it's going to stay with me.
an assortment of other things i bought/experienced in new york
an australian goes to an nhl game: i thought i could come to like any sport, but this was really just not my thing. also, the shouting from the crowd during the national anthem made me genuinely uneasy.
the post-metrocard subway. people had commented to me and have asked since if new york "felt different", and this might be the only place where it did feel different. the subway felt empty, and nobody uses the emergency exit anymore, and no more metrocard just feels wrong.
an american biscuit from popeyes. it was delicious. at the time i said i was coming around on the biscuit thing, but then i had one with gravy in california and it was just wrong.
a whole bunch of writing implements and notebooks from good for the study, which happened to be across the street from my hotel. it's maybe one of the hardest things to buy in australia now, as everything else has become easier and this one specific category of goods has not. i spent so much money it was ridiculous. ask me about my pens.
the apple charger adapter kit, because i accidentally packed my european adapter and had planned to use my apple brick exclusively as my means of charging all my shit. so now i have one for everywhere on earth, and that feels like a challenge.
which also lead to me walking past zitomer, because somehow i spent half my time in new york on the upper east side, and tar had reminded me of that new york magazine article about the women who shop at zitomer, and anyway now i own $22 lipbalm in a zitomer lipstick tube.
also, because travel seems to somehow always destroy my hands, i now own hand cream that smells like orange tic tacs. that was from whole foods, though.
los angeles: i drove! in california! pulling out of that avis parking lot was honestly one of the more terrifying things i've ever done. socal was experiencing some weather, and i had to drive to long beach, and i'd spent 20 minutes trying to figure out the carplay controls in a mazda (fucking insane) and it was going to get dark soon, so i had to go. in the end it was great, and the last day i spent driving all over the place and i am fully committed to doing the entire PCH as a trip sometime soon.
the pie bar: it was february 24, which is twin peaks day, so i dragged everyone to this place we found on google, and i ate cherry pie for the first time and it was fantastic, and like the ten or so of the rest of us all had different kinds of pies and everyone enjoyed the hell out of them, so this place was fucking awesome. also they gave us a candle to stick in leah's pie so we could sing happy birthday.
broadway cocktail lounge's karaoke night: long beach really was batting well above its average this night. maybe it was the weather keeping everyone local, but there was a woman who sounded like stevie nicks who did gold dust woman and i'm honestly still thinking about her all these weeks later.
santa monica: a lovely place to be! i stayed at the fairmont, which was very funny because i had previously had brunch in the restaurant there without realising it was the same place. anyway, five star hotels are hilarious and i love them. they brought my ubereats order to my door at nearly midnight, which makes them infinitely better than the intercons that i've stayed at that make you come down and get it yourself. i will but up with that at a four star hotel, but not at a five! i'm kidding, but not really lmao.
disneyland!: go on a rainy monday in february! waltz right into every right! do the star wars rides twice! i fucking love disneyland and will go in the heat when it's packed and queue for an hour for most things, but this was super special just getting to do anything. the new star wars ride is so fucking awesome! take your kids to disneyland!
then i ate a final lax panda express and headed home.
FIVE SHOWS IN TWELVE DAYS!
angel olsen @ melbourne recital centre: i will admit i was jetlagged as fuck and might have nodded off for a second in my front row seat. nonetheless, what a babe.
bikini kill @ forum: happy international womens day! this was all ages gig with a lot of tiny little kiddos there with their cool mums and it was a great time to be in a room with a lot of people there for the vibe.
florence and the machine @ rod laver: that woman is a god damn witch, and i will not be told otherwise. fucking mesmerizing. it's just a fucking treat to see the person who makes some of your favourite music be incredible in front of you.
lorde @ sydney myer music bowl: MUNA opened for her and they slapped.
carly rae jepsen @ forum: the most fun i've had at a concert in ages. i was sweaty and exhausted and full of joy by the end, and unlike everyone else there i didn't get covid. midway through the show i got a text that my 6.30am flight the next morning had been cancelled and that was also very fun!
haloumi baos at blondie bar: this is the always busy spot outside the melbourne recital centre / southbank theatre. they came with pineapple jam. it was so good i went back a week later for pre-lorde dinner and sat on a tiny tiny bench to eat them.
sydney: i am in it. i'm here for work, but yesterday i had brunch at pina in potts point, and this morning i had brunch at porch and parlor and wandered around bondi before i had to spend a few hours working. i'm here for another week and a half, so tell me fun things to do.
THREE COMEDIES IN TWO WEEKS!
am i being unreasonable (season 1, bbc): i watched this on the flight to lax, i had no idea what it was and no way to find out, and let me tell you: that was wild. one of the most intriguing and fucked up and funny things i've watched in a while.
extraordinary (season 1, hulu/disney+): this show is so charming i want to scream. luke rollason, oh my god. he's just a little guy!
the flatshare (season 1, paramount+): i dunno. did anyone else watch this?
okay i'm done, goodbye.
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