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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 19 days

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 29] || [Chapter 31]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.4K~ cw: injuries + recovery Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: johnny is a filthy man :) but also we love him so is that a problem? no, it's not.

Chapter 30: Playing House

It took a while, but, Simon got healthy, and John and Kyle got their soreness’ settled enough to be able to go back to work.

Johnny, however, needed a little extra TLC. Being shot in the shoulder involved a longer period of medical leave, paired with a long while of physical therapy…

And that means that he decided to make himself your problem.

The rest of the lads left on a mission a few days after being cleared and, as such, left Johnny with you. Not because the lad is incapable of looking after himself, but more so because he, himself, decided he didn’t want to be away from you.

And so, whenever you leave for work, Johnny leaves for PT, then, goes to base for a bit, mostly doing work on things that he can feasibly do without straining his left shoulder/arm… Like doing paperwork and reports, going to the gym for cardio, crunches, and leg and hip workouts… Then he comes home to you.

He goes shopping for you, cooks you dinner, cleans after the two of you, despite your insistence that he rest… But, as it turns out, Johnny isn’t good at that.

Nonetheless, the flat is cleaner than ever before, Johnny’s drawing supplies are permanently stationed on the dining room table, next to your laptop, and some of his clothes have taken a permanent spot in your closet.

And, of course, he spends every night in your bed, spooning you from behind and hiding his face in your neck while you watch tiktoks, talk, or he regale you with the most ridiculous of puns.

In a way, it’s like Johnny MacTavish is your live-in boyfriend. Or, rather, that you’re playing house with him.

You wouldn’t say you hate it. In fact, it’s quite nice to have someone staying with you all night… Johnny is a good partner, he’s helpful and chill and provides wonderful cuddles…

Though you’ve jokingly started calling him ‘Johnny Price’, because, since he hasn’t been working for a month now, he’s let his beard grow out. And he looks like Price more often than he does not.

It’s on week three of your new routine with Johnny when you’re at work, that you get a text from him:

Johnny: guess what bonnie. Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]

You definitely should’ve put on some headphones before you watched that video during work… His grunting and groaning was almost pornographic and definitely earned you a few confused/worried looks from your coworkers…

But all you could think of was how he was finally easing back into his arm/shoulder workouts, which meant he finally got cleared by his PT to do as such!

you: did you finally get cleared johnny? 🥺 Johnny: cleared at 50%. Johnny: not there yet. but soon. you: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! 🫶🫶🫶 Johnny: thank ye bonnie you: this calls for a celebration! Johnny: i like how ye think bonnie but im not cleared yet to be able to manhandle ye 😏 you: get ur mind out of the gutter johnny price!!!!!!!! Johnny: oof not ye still calling me that! you: ur beard is looking like his what do u expect of me! 🙄 Johnny: yer right idk what i expected. Johnny: so about this celebration. you: i was thinking we go out for dinner? Johnny: are we going to dress up nice? you: i wasn’t thinking we’d go somewhere super fancy because i do not have money johnnyyyy Johnny: oh good because i dont think i can button up a shirt my shoulder is sore 😖 you: okay then! nando’s!!! 🫶 you: and i’ll give you a shoulder rub when we get home Johnny: speaking my language bonnie.

And so that’s what you did. You went home in a hurry to shower and change, and, for once, Johnny wasn’t there, having chosen to shower and change at base.

You met up in front of the Nando’s closest to your flat and you immediately chuckled at the sight of him. Sure, he had changed, but he was still very much wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a grey zip-up hoodie… Although you could very obviously tell he was naked beneath the hoodie.

“Mo leannan.” He murmured in an exaggeratedly polite tone as he popped the door open for you with his good arm.

“Thank you, my good sir…” You joked, which caused you both to chuckle and shake your head.

You got inside, ordered your food and, as you talked, you site adjacent to him, right on his left side, so you could gently rub his arm with your hand.

“Do you miss the lads?” You ended up asking him as you caressed his bicep and shoulder with your hand, watching him wince a bit at it, because he felt so sore from his first workout.

“A little.” Johnny admitted as he looked toward you. “Do you miss ‘em?” He returned the question. You found yourself nodding in reply.

“Having you here is wonderful though… I… quite miss you lot when you’re all gone together. Not to mention I worry sick for you.” You admitted and pressed your lips together a bit awkwardly.

“You do?” He asked you, to which you nodded. So, he continued. “Well.. I guess I understand. I imagine my mam and sisters worry about me too… As do the Kyle and the Captain’s families.” He conceded.

“That’s actually…” You found yourself trailing off as the waiter brought you your orders and you thanked him, unboxing your food so you could dig in.

“As I was saying…” You trailed off. “That’s actually an interesting point… I feel like I know very little about you and the guys’ when it comes to your personal lives… Outside of hobbies and what you do with me.” You mused as you glanced at him as he dug into his double chicken burger one-handed.

“I don’t know much about the others myself to be honest with you.” Johnny admitted as he stole one of your chips off your plate.

“Really?” You asked softly as you ate your own sandwich yourself, nodding along as he continued speaking.

“We try to keep our… ‘outside’ lives under wraps. Even being a team… what we talk about is always very superficial.” He trailed off.

“So you don’t know anything about the rest of them, nor them about you?” You cocked a brow in confusion.

“Oh, no, bonnie, I talk about myself a whole lot, I’m a blabber mouth, me.” He joked and winked at you. “But family is one of those topics that’s best kept under wraps in our line of work.” He told you as he leaned in, rubbing his thumb on the corner of your mouth to wipe it clean of peri-peri sauce. Then, he sucked his own thumb clean.

“What about me? Do I get to know about you?” You asked him playfully as you leaned forward, setting your elbow on the table as you lean in to him, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Tell ye what, bonnie.” Johnny leaned toward you too, licking his fingers clean and then wiping them on a napkin before he set a hand on your thigh under the table. “Anything I tell ye about my family is not going to do them justice… So how about I take ye up to meet my family over the summer… And ye meet them directly? Could even take the Captain, Simon and Kyle with us.” He offered.

Your eyes widened a bit and you blinked away the surprise, staring at him like he had grown a second head.

“Meeting your family? Really? Isn’t it a bit early for that…?” You chuckled a bit sheepishly.

“Aye, maybe it is…” He trailed off. “But at this point, I’m basically livin’ wit ye and ye’ve looked after me in sickness, haven’t ye?” He joked. “And I’ve fended off yer ex… so I’ve looked after ye in health, haven’t I?”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you shook your head. You knew he was just joking, the look in his eyes showed it… “Are you implying that we’re married, Johnny?” You teased him playfully.

“I’m just saying…” He trailed off playfully, a playful smirk on his lips. “And, if we were married, not saying that we are,… I’d make sure to take ye home tonight and rearrange yer guts if ye let me, mo leannan.”

Looking away and biting your lip, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shut it…” You trailed off. “You need to rest, your shoulder’s bad still.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t use my mouth on ye… and that you can’t be on top.” He added before he grabbed another one of your chips and popped it in his mouth.

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homestylehughes · 3 months

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quinn hughes- drowning

summary: when y/n is drowning in her love for Quinn, and feels the need to step back from him. what happens that Quinn is also drowning in her love too?

wc: 1.9k OMFGG HELLOOOOOOO???? this the longest fic I've ever wrote. holy fuck.

authors note: dun dun dun I'm backkkkk. ive had free time because of my classes being cancelled because of the weather. so I decided to sit down and write about quinny today <3. I hope you guys enjoy this is the longest fic I've everrrr wrote. make sure to reblog if you like enjoy it. as always much loveeeee.

Everyone told me not to fall in love with Quinn hughes. I told myself not to fall in love with Quinn Hughes. That It would be impossible for him to ever love me back in the way I loved him.

Obviously I didn't listen.

I fell head over heels in love with him. I was sinking, no I was drowning. Nothing could pull me out now. I was in too far deep, I was in too far deep to care that I was in love with Quinn hughes. It was so hard not to care, it was so hard to not fall in love with him. Longing gazes when we were out with our friends. The way he'd put his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowd. The way he’d listen so intently to things I would say. Everything little thing he did pulled me into him, everything he did pulled me under. I was drowning, I couldn't seem to care.

That's what led me to this.

I knew that I was deep, I needed space. I haven't seen or talked to Quinn in over 2 weeks. I told myself I needed to distance myself from him. If I could pull myself away from him, then I could pull myself out from drowning in him.

So I threw myself into my job, taking as many stories as I could from my boss. Declining dinners and drinks from my friends, from quinn. Ignoring his texts and declining his calls. I thought what I was doing was the right thing to do, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. I knew if I ever admitted to Quinn that I was in love with him, he wouldn't feel the same way. I'm trying to save myself a heart break, but what's the point? My hearts are already breaking by doing this.

When the 3 week mark hit of not talking to quinn i felt better. Kinda. I still miss talking to him, actually scratch that, i miss everything little thing about him. I continue to tell myself that this is for the best. Do I even know what I want, is this even for the best? The texts and calls from Quinn stopped showing up. He gave up on me, no i gave up on him. I did this and it's for the best. Even though I repeated this to myself everyday, I still felt I was making the wrong choice.

My friends finally convinced me to leave my apartment. Making me put in the tightest outfit possible, and pulling me into the nearest bar. I make a beeline to the bar, ordering a drink to hopefully calm my nerves and help relax me. Being here in this bar made me remember how much I hate bars. It made me remember how much I miss Quinn.

We make our way to the table with trays of drinks in our hands, tonight is going to be a good night. Well I thought it was. As I glanced up to see where one of my friends went, my eyes landed on her with a group of men. Men that look very familiar to me. My eyes drift left of my friend, and land right on Quinn. Our eyes meet for the first time in over 3 weeks. My heartbeat starts rising immediately, and suddenly I feel like I'm drowning again. The dress I'm wearing seems even tighter, and the bar feels like fire all around me.

I need to get out of here, I say to myself. My eyes trying to find the next exit, I turn to my friend y/f/n and say “hey, I'm going to go outside, I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a second!!”. I don't wait for her reply, I turn on my heels, quickly moving towards the closest exit.

The minute I step outside it hits me. Quinn. Quinn is really here. Quinn, my best friend, the man im inlove with is here. The man I've ignored for almost a month or more with no explanation is here. It hits me, I'm a terrible person. Why did I do that to him, why did I do this to us.

I need to go home now. Home. Home. Home. was the only thing on my mind.

My hands are shaking trying to pull up uber to get a ride home. Anywhere is better than here right now, this is all too much. As I'm going to hit “Confirm payment” on the car ride home. I hear an all too familiar voice shout my name.

This can't be happening. No No No.

The next thing I know is that Quinn is standing right in front of me. “y/n” he breathes out at me. I can't move, I'm frozen. I'm in shock, this can't be real. “y/n” he repeats. I finally looked into his eyes, my eyes dragging all over his face. Everything is as perfect as I remember it. “Quinn” I finally uttered while looking at the ground. I wish I was dreaming. I wish that what's happening isn't real. I can't even look him in the eyes. I wish it was a dream, and that when I woke up this was all fake.

This definitely isn't a dream.

“You know you fucking suck.” Quinn says. I know I do, I think to myself. As I go to open my mouth to say something. He starts again “I haven't talked to you in over a month. You've been ignoring me. And the first time I see you again with your friends at a bar?!?!”. I can't even look at him, continuing to stare at his Nike covered feet. My eyes filled with tears. I hear him take another deep angry breath. “SEE??? You can't even look at me, you can't even look me in the eyes. You won't even give me an explanation. You know that's really shitty of you y/n.”.

I'm crying now. I'm sobbing. Everything he's saying is true. I am a terrible person, this is all my fault I know. I know.

I heard him scoff and began to walk away. I can't let this happen, I can't let this happen again. “QUINN” I shouted, finally finding my voice. His steps immediately stop, he slowly turns around. I can see the anger and sadness in his eyes.

This time I'm approaching him, taking a shaky breath. Trying to gather the words that I don't have to say. “I know you hate me right now. I know that you want answers, hell you want an explanation on why i haven't talked to you in over month.’’ My breath labors for a minute, I'm sobbing, the tears are flowing, my chest is rising, I'm not ready for this. I know nothing I say is ever going to change what I did to him.

I try to take deep breaths but each one I take makes the tears fall even harder. Here I am crying on the sidewalk in front of my best friend. who might not even be my best friend anymore. Trying my best to give him an explanation on why I've been so horrible to him. Why I've cut him out of my life just because I love him. Oh god i love him, how do i tell him that??

I feel a hand wrap around my arm, that quickly pulls me back to reality. “Hey hey y/n, pretty girl please look at me.” I'm still sobbing at this point, I don't think the tears will ever stop. I slowly take my eyes up to his face. “That's good, now take a deep breath for me, in and out come on i know you can do it.” he says. Quinns hands are now on my cheeks trying to help me calm down.

My breathing starts to slow down, my tears let up a little bit. Our eyes are still locked, never once leaving each other. I know I need to say something. I know I need to tell him how I feel. I slowly pull away from quinns hold, I'm now again looking at his feet. I take a deep breath, it's now or never I think. “I fell in love with you. Fuck quinn i was drownding in you. You were my best friend and I couldn't feel that way about you. I know you'd never want me in the way I wanted you. I needed space, I thought that if I was away from you it would help my feelings, that somehow I could get over it?? That I could forget about you?? I don't know!?!?! Just move on??”. “But seeing you tonight made me realize that I could never get over you, and that I could never stop loving you.”

The tears on my face are falling like waterfalls, I sadly chuckle to myself as I try and wipe them away as more fall. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Nothing I say will probably make you forgive me. I understand i really really fucked up. But I won't say sorry for loving you. I love you and it's okay if you don't love me.” I finally looked into Quinn's eyes, searching for anything. Anything.

Before I can even register what's happening, Quinn’s hands are grabbing my face, pulling my lips to his. The kiss is fast, it's full of love and anger, sadness. All of the above. My lips struggle to keep up with him, my hands make their way to the back of his head, pulling him into me by the ends of his hair. A groan escapes his lips, as he pulls me even closer into him, if it's even possible. Our lips are moving at lightning speed, we can't get enough of each other. I don't want to ever stop kissing Quinn, it feels too good to ever want to stop.

It feels like 5 years go by before Quinn pulls his lips from mine. Our chests are rising steadily. Eyes blown, swollen lips looking back at each other. “I've wanted to do that since I met you,” he says. My head is spinning, nothing that just happened feels real. Quinn sighs, grabbing my hands in his, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wish you would have told me how you felt. You would have known that I also love you. I've loved you for years. I thought i lost you y/n, i was going crazy with you. I thought you hated me. Baby I was drowning in you, I thought you knew, I wish you knew sooner.”

Quinn loves me? Quinn. Love. Me. my eyes are wide, his mouth is parted waiting for my reaction. Waiting for me to say something. I'm crying again before I know it again. A smile breaks on lips, i'm laughing, quinns laughing. I'm not sure if we know why. I pull his lips towards mine again. Feeling his smile on mine. “I love you''. I whisper to him in between each kiss. “I love you” he whispers back.

I could drown in him forever, if it's on a sidewalk in front of a random bar. If it's a bed, a car. Hell even in a movie theater. I'd always drown for Quinn Hughes.

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thursdaygxrls · 4 months

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thin ice — four

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary — kitty is yet again dragged to a social gathering she would rather not attend. the bait this time? weed!

paring — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!(journalist)!reader

disclaimer — who is expecting me to own peter parker by now?? bc i don’t

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty,’ weed, slightly inexperienced reader (experienced peter, no smut yet im sorry), possible ooc

Days like these were the ones Kitty craved: hazy, chilly spring weather that resembled fall, except that dying leaves were replaced by cherry-red buds, and flowers bloomed through blades of grass. It was one of those days with no responsibilities to fill her precious hours—the ones that were spent scrolling through Pinterest and reading. She was stretched haphazardly along her bed, still dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with holes in the armpits. The blinds were still closed, so the sudden beam of light next to her startled her.

“You love interrupting my dark-dwelling time,” she hissed as MJ entered the room. Sticking out her tongue, MJ closed the door behind her and sealed off the obnoxious light, much to Kitty’s relief.

“I’m sorry, my sun-hating princess,” MJ spoke dramatically as she rummaged through her bag, “But, I come bearing gifts.”

At this, Kitty perked up, swiping out of Project Makeover and sitting up to devote her full attention to her roomate. From her bag, MJ produced two plastic-wrapped chocolate-chip cookies and tossed them to bed. The girl pounced on them, immediately tearing into the plastic on one of the packs.

“I forgive you,” she said before biting into the treat.

“Thank God,” MJ replied in dramatic relief. Ease settled over the room as MJ removed her jacket and went about unpacking her things. Kitty, now finished with her first cookie, tossed the used plastic to the trash can across the room (and missed horribly).

“What’ve you been up to this lovely Friday?” She asked her freckled friend, who was currently changing out of her cable knit sweater.

“Oh, you know, class,” MJ responded as she slid a Stevie Nicks shirt over her head, “Some people still have class on Fridays.”

“That must be heartbreaking,” Kitty hummed sarcastically, “Anything else?”

“Oh, yeah,” MJ’s movements were smooth as she went through her bag, “I had lunch with Harry after class.”

“Was the dining hall romantic?” Kitty questioned with a smile.

“Totally,” MJ responded with a laugh, “The black-bean burgers are basically aphrodisiacs. Anyways, he invited us out to Hot Rock around eight, so I was thinking we could get dinner–”

“No, thanks,” Kitty intercepted, bringing her legs up closer to her torso and flattening her lips to a line, “I’m not leaving the dorm today.”

“If you had it your way, you’d do that every day,” MJ groaned.

“And?’ Kitty quirked a brow, causing another grumble to leave her counterpart.

“Do you realize how much I say ‘no’ to stuff?” She continued, “‘Kitty, wanna go to a hockey game?’ No. ‘Kitty, wanna go to a frat party?’ No. Our entire relationship exists on the basis of you wanting to do stuff and me trying to refuse.”

“But you still went,” MJ raised her brows hopefully, “To both things. And it’s not like it’s just going to be Harry, he said some other people would be there.”

“Oh, great, other people, you know how much I love social gatherings where I don’t know anyone.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You know Peter,” MJ suggested. Kitty hadn’t seen Peter in a while. ‘A while,’ in her case, was a week. She’d gotten some semi-regular texts from him (cat memes and open invites to hang out) but hadn’t seen him since the frat party.

“Is it the best use of their time to be at Hot Rock when the semi-finals are two days away?” Kitty asked.

“No, probably not, but,” MJ’s smile, which had been dimming, came back with full vibrance, “But we can reap the benefits of their deviant behavior.”

“Are the benefits better than chocolate chip cookies?” She hummed.

“Pre-rolls and a bong,” MJ wiggled her fingers in a tamer version of jazz hands. Kitty seemed to deflate with a loud sigh.

“I hate that you make me do things.”

Hot Rock existed on the older, suburban side of campus. Right behind one of the major dining halls was a small, hidden space that hit the blind spot of the security cameras in the area. It wasn’t a rock so much as an artificial slab of stone with a metal pipe attached that spewed hot steam. It was connected to the heating system in the dining hall, but also served as a popular spot for stoners. A few of these man-made smoke spots were scattered around campus, but this one was the most popular, mainly because this rock was always much hotter than the others.

Kitty’s breath appeared in small puffs in the night air and she and MJ walked around the corner of the dining hall. It was spring, and the weather was getting warmer, but there was still a bit of frost. As they shuffled down a small slope, the rock revealed itself, decorated with about four people, one of them being Harry.

“MJ!” He nearly fell over himself scrambling towards the pair. He pressed a small kiss to her lips and wrapped an arm around her in greeting. MJ giggled, choosing to ignore Kitty’s gagging face.

“Kitty-cat!” Harry directed his grinning face to her, “I’m so glad MJ got you out of your tree.”

“I almost wish you’d just call me ‘bitch’ instead of that,” she replied. Harry, not losing any vigor, laughed.

“I know what you need.” He wagged his brows as he reached into the breast pocket of his flannel. He produced a mini pre-rolled joint with a proud grin, “Kitty needs her catnip.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide,” she said, and he simply chuckled. His eyes moved from hers, and somehow his impossibly bright smile widened. Kitty turned and was met with a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

“I’m a big fan of catnip, too,” Peter grinned, sliding down to meet the rest of the group.

“Hey, Peter,” Harry let go of MJ for a moment to give Peter a half-hug. Peter’s eyes, however, never let go of Kitty. He held her gaze with ease.

“Can we sit? My ass is cold,” MJ grumbled lightly as Harry took his post next to her.

“Of course, of course,” was Harry’s hurried reply. The four found spots on the rock, Harry returning to his original spot and taking MJ with him. Kitty settled in a small nook where the slab met a natural rock formation, and, as if she was a magnetic pole, Peter sat next to her. A few awkward introductions were shared with the others at the rock, though, it was clear they were all at least a few hits into Harry’s pre-rolls.

“So,” Peter’s voice cracked through the silence, “We keep finding each other, don’t we?”

“You keep finding me,” Kitty corrected.

“Same difference,” he shrugged. Wordlessly, he slipped his backpack from his shoulder and set it down in front of him. He worked in surprising order as he removed the items: a grinder, a small, rolled-up plastic bag, a green bong that had seen better days.

“Are student athletes supposed to be smoking?” She asked. For once, his gaze wasn’t focused on her, but on the contents before him.

“Helps with nerves,” he said, grabbing the baggy, “It’s medical, y’know.”

“Hm, I bet,” she replied. He worked with diligence: his long, slender fingers plucked a chunk of bud from the bag and trapped it in the grinder. The sleeves of his black long sleeve were rolled up, revealing his wrist that tensed lightly when he ground the bud. She’d never quite noticed how strong his hands looked—veiny and taught, likely from the hours upon hours of hockey practice. Then came the realization that she was staring, which pulled her attention away from him and to the others on the rock. Though there weren’t many people, pockets of conversation were created: MJ and Harry, who were cuddled up and passing a joint, two other members of the hockey team and a girl with shaggy blonde hair, and, of course, her and Peter.

“Alright,” Peter hummed in satisfaction as he packed the bowl. He grabbed a red lighter from the front pocket of his jeans and finally looked at Kitty. He held the bong out for her with one of those easy, boyish smiles, “Wanna do the honors, Y/n?”

Peter seemed to be good at evoking emotions from her. Annoyance, frustration, confusion, and now, prickly embarrassment. She licked her lips, looking from the bong and back to him.

“Um,” she let out a small cough, “I’m…not sure how to?”

She wasn’t new to smoking. There was the occasional joint she and MJ would indulge in, or maybe she would take a hit off cart at one of the parties she was dragged to. She’d just hadn’t gotten the chance to hit a bong before—a fact that didn’t bother her until she was here, staring at Peter. She hated her reply and the way she stumbled with her words. She hated that she had nothing better to say. She hated that she had released blood into the water.

“You haven’t done this before?” He grinned. Her jaw clenched at the way he said that. Kitty, in response, sucked her teeth.

“Have you never smoked before?” He cocked his head.

“No, I have, just not this,” she sighed, a slight aggravated clip to her words. Peter must’ve noticed because his gloating grin softened.

“That’s alright,” his voice was more mellow now, “That’s okay, everyone has a first time.”

This persona, the calmer one he adapted when he knew she was getting pissed off, may have pissed her off even more. If he wasn’t being an asshole, it was harder to be annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with herself.

“Okay,” she said, a cleansing breath of chilled spring air filling her lungs.

“Okay?” He repeated, “You want to try?”

Kitty glanced at MJ and Harry. They weren’t doing anything graphic, but they were still all over each other, giggling and whispering. She turned back to Peter and nodded.

“You sure?” He raised a brow.

“Gimme,” she groaned, taking the glass bong from his hands. He let out a small, breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay, so,” he sat up, “I’m gonna light it, you breathe in through the mouth right here. I’ll pull the bowl for you and you keep breathing in, okay?”

Kitty nodded, her lips descending on the mouthpiece. A sudden flash of panic struck her as he flicked the lighter. Did she look stupid? Was she being stupid? Why did she care? Peter lit the bowl, and she did as he said, sucking in a deep drag. The bong bubbled to life and milky smoke flooded the tube.

“Good, good,” Peter encouraged as he pulled the bowl, “Keep sucking in—there you go, just like that.”

She’d been doing fine until he’d spoken. His words, meant as innocent encouragement, sent blood rushing to her face. Her scalp burned as her head reared back and ragged coughs escaped her. Smoke left her lips in puffs, like dust being stirred from an old book. Peter patted her back with one hand and rummaged through his bag with another.

“That happens,” he spoke, unphased by her continuous coughing. He took a metal water bottle decorated in stickers in various states of wear from his bag and unscrewed the lid.

“Here, drink,” he brought it to her lips and she immediately sucked down the water. It was cold against her burning throat. She focused on how cool it was, hoping it would also subdue the burning in her face. A few gulps later, Kitty was back to a semi-normal state. She took in deep breaths, swirling in oxygen with the cannabis in her lungs.

“That was a big-ass hit. Good job,” Peter chuckled, “When was the last time you smoked?”

“I don’t know, a few weeks ago? And thank you,” Kitty replied. There wasn’t a hint of snark in her words, which was highly unusual. The afterburn of her influx of new feelings was still there.

“That oughta do it,” he took the bong from her, “I mean, you can totally have more, but your tolerance is probably pretty low, and the hit you just took looked more like three.”

“Yeah, that oughta do it,” she coughed out. He eyed her, suspicious of her lack of sass, before lighting the bowl for himself.

The bong caught up with her within ten minutes. There was a low vibration in her body, one that pulsed in her fingertips and warmed her. Her vision was a bit more narrow now, like she was viewing movie through her vision. Her mind bubbled, and when her eyes caught a glimpse of the sky, she leaned back with astonished glee.

It wasn’t often that you saw stars in the sky on this side of New York. Usually, the city lights blocked out anything non-artificial. But here, a mile or so away from the more prominent lights, she was able to see the glimmer of distant stars. It was captivating, really, and she could’ve stared at them for hours. Maybe she did. People buzzed around her without her recognition. Even Peter seemed to settle into a comfortable silence next to her.

“Do you remember that one episode of Hannah Montana where Miley moves into a new house and there’s a pizza oven? Like, one of those wood ovens you put pizza in. A pizza oven? Yeah?” She asked, glancing in Peter’s direction. He seemed to only slightly register the question before looking at her with a cocked brow.

“No,” he replied.

“Oh,” she hummed, “What about the one where—it’s the third episode, I think—the one where Oliver—no, it’s the second episode—the one where Oliver is in love with Hannah Montana, but he doesn’t know it’s Miley, so Miley and Lilly are like ‘oh, no!’”

“No,” he repeated. His voice wasn’t harsh, though. It was soft, maybe even curious.

“It’s good,” she said, “Real good. Real good.”

It was around then that the stars began to lull her to sleep. There was something comfortable about this moment: the heat of the rock, the stars, the weed in her system. She drifted off for a moment and was quickly awoken by a gentle shake.

“Y/n?” Peter called lightly, “Are you sleepy?”

His hand was on her arm. His hand was on her arm. Her eyes settled on that before she could even begin to process his words. His hand was lovely, truly, with its web of veins, the slender fingers that warmed her skin. She looked up to him and smiled.

“Hey!” Was her cheery reply. He laughed at this and nodded. Kitty cocooned inside herself once more as he turned away and called out to someone on the other side of the rock. She heard Harry, then MJ, then Peter again. It sounded like hearing a foreign language as the spoke.

“Would you like to sleep in your bed instead of this rock?” Peter asked. Kitty, still cocooned, sprung forward a bit.

“Yes,” she responded confidently. He couldn’t help but smile at her tone. He packed away his bag swiftly and stood, offering a hand to Kitty.

“You think I can’t stand up? Oh, I can stand up—I’m an olympic stander,” she mumbled, rejecting his hand. This side of her was something Peter had never experienced. He was used to snippy comments and sharp replies, but the inebriated, bumbling Kitty was an entirely different person. He liked it. A lot.

They began their trek back to Kitty’s dorm in silence. It was comfortable like this: quiet interrupted by the occasional off-key hum by the girl. It wasn’t a very far walk, only five minutes or so, and when they reached the front, Peter’s tight grin loosened a bit.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, his hand gently catching her arm. In this state, she wasn’t able to deny the electric current that was sent through her nervous system. Kitty shivered as she met his eyes.

“I know you’re not in the right headspace for this, so I’ll ask you again later, but…” he trailed off. He looked away from her, and she caught the way his throat bobbed slightly. This lasted for only a moment before he was making eye contact again, “Do you wanna come to semis?”

That wasn’t the question she expected. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Instead of responding, she stared blankly at him.

“It’s not here, it’s actually kind of far away,” he was rambling now, “Well, not super far, it’s in New Jersey. It’s sort of late notice, so I know you might not want to go, and you have your own shit to worry about, too, so—”

“This is very weird,” Kitty interrupted.

“What?” Peter stopped, looking to her with a quirked brow.

“You’re acting nervous and talking a lot. Weird,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I am nervous, and I’m a little high, and you’re really hot, so there’s just a lot going on up here.” He gestured to his head. Her eyes were blank for several seconds before they sparked in recognition.

“Oh—oh.” Her expression changed rapidly, eventually landing on something akin to realization. Silence swelled between them for a moment before it was broken by one word: “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Peter repeated.

“Maybe,” she nodded in agreement. His lips tugged into a boyish smile once more.

“Okay, Y/n,” he grinned, “Maybe.”

a/n — (in the voice of that one meme) heyy….how y’all doin??? okay so im sorry that this update is months late, college has been a lot. it’s been fun tho!! like, i think im the happiest ive ever been. anyways, im sorry if this update doesn’t fit as well with the others, im trying to get back into the groove of writing, forgive me 🙏 love u guys!!

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yourtypicalslvt · 9 months

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Could you do a Fermin smut when he punishes the reader for being a brat? 💘

Brat

Fermin Lopez x fem!reader

Summary:Request says it all

Word count:2.2k

-Warnings Dom!Fermin, Sub!reader Fingering, Stimulation, orgasm denial, p in v, spanish , use of Papi in a sexual way, crying, Aftercare!! Just pure filth.

A/N- This honestly took me like at least a week to make idk why. Also first time writting smut in years😭

To say the least fermin was pissed. He is pissed because you've been acting like a brat all morning. Not doing the simplest things he's asked you , even was as far to give him attitude when he was leaving for training like telling him to stay with you, that you could entertain him in a different ways and when he told you no, that he couldn't miss training because if he did xavi would probably leave him out next game. After he explained why he couldn't stay you started whining.

Fermin was done with your bullshit at that point so he bent down (since you were a couple inches shorter than him) and whispered in your ear "sigue comportándote así y luego te arrepentirás" and just left.(keep behaving like that and you'll regret it.)

That small comment had you weak, but even if you were weak you still weren't done being a brat. So while he was at practice you decided to shower put on some light makeup on and a lingerie dress that made your tits look perkier and barely covered your bottom (x).

It's been almost two hours since fermin had left and that meant he could get here anytime soon so you started cooking up dinner. Peeling and cutting some potatoes and cooking your meat. Halfway cooking you heard the front door open and you obviously knew it was Fermin.

“Hi amor Ya llegue” was the first thing fermin said when walking into the kitchen, checking your outfit out. (Love, i'm here.)

“Lo sé, literal mente estás aquí conmigo, genio” you said with an eye roll which he did not appreciate it since he landed a hard smack on your ass making you squeal in pain. (I know, you're literally here with me, genius)

"No se quien te crees pero a mi no hables así, me entiendes? Yo no soy tu amigo o hermano pa' que me hables así". (I don't know who you think you are but don't talk like that to me, do you understand me? I am not your friend or brother so that you talk to me like that)

"Claro, lo que dices" you scoff continuing with your cooking. Fermin was still upset with you, he grabbed your arm hard and whispered into your ear. (clear whatever you say)

"Me voy a ir a duchar, deja la comida ahi y te espero en la cama , que ya me canse de tus tonterias, te has portada como una mocosa y necesitas un castigo, no crees"? His eyes are dark, and you can tell he's not playing around, and you know that if you disobey him you'll get a bigger punishment. ('m going to take a shower, leave the food there and I'll wait for you in bed, I'm tired of your nonsense, you've behaved like a brat and you need a punishment, don't you think")

"Yes sir" you ended up saying, turning off the stove and heading into the bedroom while Fermin made his way to the bathroom.

"Ohhh my g-god" You moan out while Fermin was pumping his fingers in and out of you. "No bebe dios no es el que te hace sentir tan bien" You weren't even paying attention to whatever he was saying, the pleasure his fingers are giving you bring you closer to your orgasm. Fermin knew your body very well so he knew when your getting close. (No baby, god isn’t the one making you feel good)

You whine out when he took his fingers out of your dripping pussy for the first time. You were desperate you wanted to cum but you knew this would happen if you acted like a brat.

“Papi por favor, déjame correr estoy desesperada” you cried out when he plunges his fingers back into you.(daddy please let me cum, im desperate)

“Mi vida, tu no eras una buena chica hoy, no creo que to lo mereces” you were sobbing at this point and he hasn’t even put his cock into you, just his fingers.

“Por favor, perdóname por no ser una buena chica, te prometo que nunca mas voy a actuar de esta manera, solo por favor te suplico que me folles, por favor papi , por favor” you were close to your orgasm but you knew he wasn’t going to let you cum on his fingers. (Please forgive me for not being a good girl, I promise I'll never act this way again, just please I'm begging you to fuck me please daddy please.)

“Mira a mi preciosa bebe arruinada por solo mis dedos y suplicando que te folle, hm tal vez lo haga solo por que te vez muy preciosa suplicándome” (Look at my beautiful babe ruined by just my fingers and begging me to fuck you, hm maybe I will it just because you look so beautiful begging me)

After what it felt like eternities, Fermin finally pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. You were excited to say the Least. But you didn’t expect for him to pick you up and out you in your knees, mouth facing his erect cock inches from it. “Realmente no pensaste que te follaría así tan rápido sin que me la mamaran, ¿verdad?" He said in a low raspy voice. You shook your head at the question but you both knew you were lying as you really Expected him to fuck you right there and then. You didn't even noticed you zoned off until you felt him pushed his cock into your mouth, face fucking you. (You really didn't think I'd fuck you like that so fast without getting blown off, did you?)

"Dios mio..ugh tu boca es como una cueva para mi polla (omg your mouth is like a cave for my dick")

You look up to Fermin tears in your eyes. "Mi pobre bebe toda triste por que no te folle"? His words making you moan on his cock. Your eyes were teary, pussy aching and nipples hard. (My poor baby, all sad because I didn't fuck you?)

"Joder amor voy a correr.. ugh donde quieres que te lo choree eh? Tu boca o tu cara" He asked you, but being unable to answer him with his cock in your mouth. "Mierda no me importa lo hago en tu boca" At this point you weren't even sucking him him, he was just fucking his cock into your mouth. (Fuck love imma cum.. where do you want me to squirt it? Your mouth or face? Shit I dont care Im doing your mouth.)

Seconds later Fermins liquid was squirted into your mouth. "J-joderrrrr" He said dragging the "r". (fuck)

"ng..mhm" That's what's echoing in the walls of yours and Fermin's bedroom. Echos of your moans and whimpers, bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Fermin's cock pounding into you from the back filling you up just enough giving your ass some spanks from time to time. You guys have been going at it for hours. Practice ending 4 hours ago at 5 which makes it 9 now.

"vamos mi vida yo se que tienes otro dentro de ti vamos corazón" He whispered referring to you giving him another orgasm after giving him 4 already.(come on, my love, I know you have another inside of you, come on, sweetheart")

The wetness of you dripping pussy was heard. Your loud moans and screams. Fermins dirty talk bringing you close to your orgasm.

"Fermin e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor déjame correr please" You were able to sob out since your face was pushed into the mattress while you ass was up.(Fermin I'm very close please let me cum please")

"Aguantate nena" He whispered. (hold it baby)

"No p-puedo por favor Fermín dejame correr" you cried (I can't please Fermín let me cum)

"No, no vas a , uh, correr todavía" He whispered once again but you couldn't hold it any longer so you just let it all out with a loud moan. That made Fermin mad since he slapped our ass hard making you cry out in pain. (No, you're not gonna cum yet)

"Yo te dije que aguantaras no"? he asked and you nodded your head.(I told you to hold on, no)

"Entonces por que no entiendes"? (So why don't you understand)

"Lo siento, no pude contenerlo, lo intenté pero no pude" You said sobbing (I'm sorry I couldn't contain it, I tried but I couldn't)

"A mi no me importa, ponte en tu espalda que no a terminado contigo" (I don't care, get on your back, I'm not done with you)

You being the brat you are you disobeyed his request and he wasnt having any of it. So of course he got mad so he grabbed your waist and flipped you over and rammed his cock into you at full force.

"Todavía no sé cuántas veces tengo que hacer que te corras para que dejes de comportarte como una mocosa” You could feel the tip of cock hitting your cervix at full force bringing you closer to your orgasm. Dirty words were heard around the room, the cries and moans of you begging him go let you cum. (I still don't know how many times I have to make you cum before you stop acting like a brat)

Fermin cock wasn’t big big but it had girth, a girth that stretches your pussy good enough even though it can hurt it still gives you pleasure.

“Ugh e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor , Mhm-uhn” you whimper out as he slowed his movements down. The way his cock stretched you was making you see stars. Eyes rolling back when it hit that spot. (im so close please)

“No sé si debería dejar que te corras todavía” he whispered giving you hard but slow thrusts. (I don't know if I should let you cum yet")

"P-por favor papi por favor” you cried out while your left hand went down to rub your clit and your right to play with your nipple. (Please daddy, Please)

Fermin clearly didn’t like that since he slapped your hands away.

“No no no nena, es mi trabajo hacer eso, no tu, entiendes"? He grunted while his left hand rubs your clit fast. The pleasure of his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix and his fingers rubbing your clit was enough to bring you on edge. (No no no baby, it's my job to do that, not you, you understand)

"Dios dios amor por favor estoy muy cerca" You yelled out feeling your orgasm on the verge of cumming out. (My God, love please I'm very close)

"córrete para mí amor, sé que puedes venir bebé" He encourage you and with a loud moan your juice started squirting out. Fermin pulled out of you while your juices were wetting the sheets, he slapped your pussy a couple of times making more of your juices squirt out. The more Fermin slaps your pussy the more sensitive you become since hes repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit. (Cum for me my love, I know you can baby)

"Por favor, deja de golpear mi clítoris, soy muy sensible, por favor." You managed to squeal out with all the sensitivity on your pussy. Not even begging stopped him from giving your pussy more slaps. After like two minutes he finally stopped slapping it but you were sobbing now. (Please stop hitting my clit, I'm very sensitive please)

"shsh shsh mi vida lo se lose pero tu te merecias este castigo y tu sabes eso" He said while calming (trying to) you down. Since you were uncontrollably sobbing he decided to get you to sit on your butt (by the clean side of the ofc) and go inside the bathroom. (shsh shsh, my life I know but you deserved this punishment and you know that)

"Quédate por favor no te vallas" you once again sobbed out. Fermin's face dropped when he heard you say that and he honestly felt bad for the whole thing. (Stay. please don't leave)

"No corazon, no me voy a ir , solo voy a prepararte un baño ok mi vida"? He said calmly while kissing your head and heading to the bathroom.After Fermin was done with the bath he went back into the bedroom , picked you in and brought you the bath but before putting you in it he made sure to grab a cloth and clean your the inside of your folds. After that you both got into the bath cuddling a bit. (No sweetheart, I'm not going to leave, I'm just going to prepare a bath for you, ok my life)

"Lo siento por ser una mocosa hoy" You whispered feeling a bit sleepy making Fermin smile. (I'm sorry for being a brat today)

"Está bien amor, pero ya sabes para la próxima lo que pasará" He whispered back getting both of you out of the bath and into the bedroom. You both got changed into your pj's, changed the bed sheets and got into the bed. You guys cuddled and fell asleep but not before he whispered into your ear. (It's okay, love, but you know what will happen next time.)

"esta ha sido y será tu última vez siendo una mocosa" (this has been and will be your last time being a brat)

Safe to say this definitely wasn't the last time 😉.

#fermin lopez marin #fc barcelona #football #soccer #sports #for you #following #tags #football smut #fermin x reader #smut #for y'all #im cryin

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pamelasmuse · 10 months

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The Flipside

dbf!Theodore Nott x of-age!reader

A/n: I am so sorry it has been forever! I was super inspired to write this, I love lana so she is a big influence. I hope you love it… till next time.

Carmen kicked her feet around the pool splashing you. You smiled at her enjoying the summer sun. Carmen was your favorite “cousin”. Thats what all of your fathers friends kids were called since he didn’t have any siblings.

Scorpius your brother was in the other side of the pool with Carmens brother. Carmen began talking about her newest lover of the week, you were so infatuated with what she had to see you hadn’t noticed you dads best friend, Theodore Nott, walk outside.

Theo stood there for a moment taking in your body, by now you were laying on the edge of the pool tanning while you spoke to Carmen. Theo felt guilty, you were young and he was a friend of your fathers, but looking never hurt anyone. His eyes wandered, they wandered over to your brother and thats when he noticed the other young man also staring at you. Theo cleared his throat to make himself known.

“You father wants you to get ready for dinner.” He paused for a moment before turning towards you.

“Y/n maybe pick something less provocative”

You looked at him confused. When he saw your expression he motioned to your brothers friend. You rolled your eyes at Theo.

“I will wear what I want when I want.” You turned back to see his reaction but he was already gone.

There was a tension between you and Theo, he wasn’t a very present “uncle” in your life in-fact he only started showing up after his recent divorce. But there was something there and you both felt it. You tried to cover the slick in your panties with sly comments, running your hand along his thigh “by accident and occasionally touching his foot under the table. But none of it was working.

***

“Beautiful” Carmen commented on your dress. It was a vintage black Miu Miu dress. You smiled and turned around to faced her. Tonight was a business meeting for your dad and his friends but for some reason they invited all their kids and made the dress code black tie. You sliped on some shoes just as you were heading for the door it opened. It was Scorpius.

“What are you doing in here” you yelled at him

“I just came to ask for a favor.” He responded

You looked him dead in the eye “I am not helping you.”

Scorpius ignored you. “Will you please go sneak me some wine from the cellar, please.”

“No”

“If you do I wont tell dad you snuck a boy in last weekend while he was in France.”

You thought about it and finally agreed.

“Thank you, you are the best sister ever.”

Even though you were 21 your dad had a rule about you drinking in his house. None of the house elves would bat an eye if they saw you take wine all you had to worry about was your father. But things were going well you got down to the cellar and found a cheap bottle your dad wouldn’t miss. As you were leaving you bumped into someones shoulder. You looked up snd saw Theo looking down at you.

“What are you doing down here?” He asked

“What are you doing down here?”you counter

“Your father asked me to grab the good bourbon apparently its down here. Now again, what are you doing? Is that wine? Aren’t you a little young.”

“Im 22.” You sneered

Theo looked down noticing your dress

“I see didn’t listen, this dress leaves little to the imagination.”

His comment pissed you off. But it pissed you off more that he was wrong your dress had thin straps but it was long and hardly skin tight.

“Is that why your wife left you? Because you were a controlling dick.” You yelled at him

Theo was taken aback “stop” he whispered but you were so mad you didn’t here him.

“Or maybe she left you because you a so fucking boring or you know what I know it was you are probably horrible in bed limp dick Theo over her“ before you could finish theo had his hand rapped around your throat and pushing you against the wall.

“Dont fucking talk about me like that.” He spit at you. You looked up at him with fear at first, fear that he might hurt you but it slowly turned into lust. “Dont ever talk about something you know nothing about.” He paused “Mmmm” was all you could do to respond. You nodded along to him words.

Theo looked at you for a second to long. “You have no idea what your talking about.” He was whispering to you. He loosed his grip on your neck. “Show me” you looked up at him “show me to I know” you whined. Theo looked at your lips contemplating his whole life, he leaned down and kissed you. It was passionate like two long lovers after 20 years apart. His hands found your waist making you gasp. Theo took this as his chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He sucked on your lips while his hands lifted you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You wouldn’t stop moaning at every touch. His touch was everything you needed. You were lost in his touch it felt like the earth had stop moving. You were finally pulled back to reality when you heard someone calling Theo’s name. That someone was your father.

“Teddy are you good down there you find it all right.”

Theo jumped at your fathers words basically throwing you away from him.

“Yep all good, be up in a minute” he lied

“Okay we will be in my office” your dad called back.

“You didnt have to fucking throw me into the wall.” You whisper yelled at him

Theo ignored you. He walked past you finding the bourbon your dad wanted. You followed him “what the fuck cat got your tongue?” He began walking up the stairs you grabbed his jacket forcing him to look at you. “What he fucking scare you.” You added

Theo looked back away from you, he pulled his jacket from you and left. Leaving you alone and horny in the cellar.

* * *

You had left the wine downstairs and gone outside to clear your head. What was that? Was it a dream? Does he hate me? All kinds of questions ran through your mind. Your heart began to beat fast as you thought of how he might feel. You walked from your side of the patio to the other end and fumbled under a faulty plant where you hid some joints last summer. You found the box and pulled one out lighting it. When you put the joint to your lips and took a puff your body instantly relaxed.

You were half way through your joint when you heard the door behind you open.

“Scorpius I didn’t get the fucking wine, and I dint care what you tell dad.” There wasn’t an answer for a minute. The door closed and then you heard footsteps. “What dont you care about.” You turned around seeing Theo at first you were relieved it wasn’t your brother but then that relief turned to anger. “Mm” was all you could say to him.

He sat next you his hand came up asking for the joint you passed it to him. He took a puff and as he was exhaling he said “what got you so worked up?” You just shook your head and rolled your eyes.

“What do you think?” You paused “You string me alon-“ Theo cuts you off “I never strung you along.”

“The hell you didn’t! How many times have you touched my thigh under the table or rubbed a little to close to me.” Theres fucking tension here” you motion between you “And then you finally do something and you act like it was nothing.”

He looks at you confused “Was that your first time being kissed? No one is ever this emotional.”

“Your a prick” is all you can muster you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Maybe it was a mistake maybe he really didn’t mean for it to happen, maybe he slipped. I mean thats possible. You close hour eyes trying to escape his stare. Theo felt guilty he really enjoyed the kiss, he wanted it for a long time but he knew it could never happen, and he didn’t want to be heartbroken again. He saw you sitting there eyes closed and he couldn’t help himself. “Im sorry” You mumbled. You opened your eyes and looked up at Theo. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I am older I should have- I am just to old for you and your dad” he paused he was nervous and his nerves were making him trip up. “It just cant happen” you looked at him “yea” a small part of your body lit up, at least he didn’t regret it. “See you at dinner” You smiled at him and got up from your seat. Leaving him outside by himself.

* * *

At dinner you were sat across from Theo it only made your mind spiral. Wad he really this much of a prick, to just ignore you. You dont know how you made it to dessert without yelling at him but somehow you did. “Wow Astoria this is amazing” Theo complemented your mom while pointing at the dessert.

“Actually Y/N made it.” Theo looked at you for the first time all night. “Well” he began as he talked his slowly ran his hand up your thigh. You were looking at him questioning him. “Thanks Y/N it’s amazing.” You smiled whispering “You’re welcome.” As the conversation shifted you felt his hands go higher dipping into your panties proving he wasn’t done with you.

This is not proof read but i hope you enjoy it my next fic might be of jax teller sososososo 💝💋

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w2soneshots · 3 months

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Suprise -W2S

Words: 0.6k+

Warnings: pregnancy.

In which you and Harry enjoy your baby moon.

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Me and Harry held out on announcing my pregnancy online and weren't sure how to do it but it was getting difficult to hide it in videos so we spontaneously decided to announce it while we were on our baby moon in the Bahamas. We told both of our family's and all of our friends almost 2 months ago. All of the girls cried, JJ started contemplating his life and Ethan was very excited to finally have another dad in the group.

Today is the 4th day of our week long trip. When I woke up Harry was nowhere to be found. I got up, slid on one of the two white, fluffy dressing gowns that were hung up in the wardrobe and headed down stairs. "Harry?!" I called out through the villa. "In here!" He called out from the kitchen. I walked into the room and was immediately hit with the smell of bacon and eggs. "Omg, that smells incredible!" I said taking a seat on one of the stools facing Harry. "I was gonna bring you breakfast In bed." he sighed while plating up our food. "It's the thought that counts, plus I wouldn't want to get food on those white sheets and have to pay a cleaning tax." I said. he laughed.

Once we finished our food we went upstairs to get ready because we're spending the rest of the day at the beach. Harry got dressed while I brushed my hair and slicked it back into a ponytail. I put on my black swimsuit and a matching cover up then slipped on some flip flops. Once I was ready I grabbed my beach bag and towel the went downstairs to meet Harry who is sat scrolling through his phone on the couch. "Im done." I said and he quickly got up.

When we got to the beach we picked a slightly shaded spot and set down all of our things. Harry left me for 5 minutes to grab some ice cream while I lay scrolling through instagram when I got a FaceTime call from Faith. "Hey!" I said after I answered. "Hi! I just wanted to check on you. How's the holiday going?" She asked. "Great, Harry's just gone to get some ice cream." I said with a smile. "Omg, I'm so jealous it looks so hot there." she said. "Ye maybe a little too hot." I said fanning myself. She laughed and then said "I remember when I was pregnant with Olive I was always so hot." just as she finished her sentence Harry returned with the ice creams and sat down next to me on his towel. "Well, I'll love you and leave you. Have fun, bye!" she said. I smiled and replied "bye!" then blew a kiss to the screen.

y/username just posted to there story!

Me and Harry spent a few hours sat relaxing on the beach when we decided to head back to the villa to get ready for dinner. We took a shower and Harry got changed while I dried my hair, curled it, put on a little bit of makeup and got into my dress.

"You look beautiful." Harry said when I walked down the stairs. He walked up to me and placed one of his hands on my stomach then gave me a kiss. I smiled and we left. When we arrived at the little restaurant we were taken to a table and given menus. "This all sounds amazing!" I said while my eyes scanned the piece of paper. Once I decided we ordered our food.

"Mmmm" I mumbled with a mouthful of pasta. Harry smiled "I love you so much."

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #instagram

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ladysophiebeckett · 3 months

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imagine ur some french guy who got dumped by unknown colombian woman and now ur living ur khaki life on the coast of cartagena and ur friend catalina comes down to work on colombia's beauty pageant and brings with her a severely depressed assistant with enormous glasses and gelled down bangs. and ur friend is like 'hey help me cheer my assistant up she's going through it' and ur like 'okay sure whatever' and as pageant week continues u discover that ur friend's assistant has a forehead and giant eyes and damn she's cute actually. u and her are getting along great. yeah u tried to kiss her and she rejected u but it's probably bc she's just shy. pageant week ends and she leaves but she'll probably call u right? weeks go by and ur channel surfing on ur tv by the beach and u see her--ur friend's newly beautiful assistant only she's not an assistant anymore. she's launching a fashion line on tv with all sorts of famous ppl around her. u thought she was a beach girl and that she wasn't really into fashion. that's so weird.

anyway, u call ur friend and ask about her now beautiful Not assistant anymore friend and u learn she's president of some company you've never heard of and that its not a permanent job and ur like oh?? suddenly u remember ur business plan with some other ppl about colonizing the cartagena coastline with some chain restaurants and ur like like 'well.....before i waste money on putting a job ad in the Colombian Times i may as well....offer a managing job to a woman who already has a job that i only knew for 1 week but when u get to this company that youve never heard of until two days ago (bc u didnt call the woman u wanted to see ahead of time) u catch her by surprise when she's yelling at an employee. these polluted, busy cities, u think--they always change u : ( but not to worry! u offer a beach life job to this woman ur pretty sure u know well, of course u tell her she wont be getting paid the same as she is now as president of a company. but its okay bc the cost living is different at the beach <3 but when u mention her previous employer in a negative way her giant eyes get darker and she kind of looks at u funny.

u try to distract her by describing the ocean again. then u drive her car to her house to meet her parents bc that's a normal thing to do with a woman youve known for a week. her parents like u and u think all u need is one dinner to close the deal. but right as ur both about to drink the mai tai u made her order, her old boss shows up and sits next to her. and ur very confused. her old boss starts talking about ur job offer and how it's wonderful and ur like 'well yeah' but then he starts talking about the company and how much company loves her and how much the company needs her and ur like 'oh??? Oh'. and then u think to urself--'maybe i should have put an ad in the paper' bc it looks like someone's already in the boss\employee fall in love trope and its def not u. ur date-not-date is ruined even tho she tells u she does want ur low paying job. weeks go by and ur colonizing chain restaurant friends have already hired someone for the position u were offering to some woman u only knew a week but bc u like to suffer, u call her and she's like 'michel?? oh hey. no i wont be taking ur job offer. but thank u for thinking of me. sorry, i cant talk right now, im on my way to a dress fitting. ciao. 'dress fitting? must be busy with another fashion launch'. she never calls u back. oh well. at least u have those free ocean sounds.

#ysblf #yes this is about michel #bolded emphasis is canon #yes including the dress fitting mention

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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years

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Summertime Sadness - Chapter 6

Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.

Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot. some Henry and Aubrey content for ya.

Chapter Warnings: more angst, teenage love yay, sex mention, yelling, crying duh

wc; 1.4k

A/N: here's chapter six, hope you’re enjoying. im so sorry for posting late, I had so many different ways I wanted to take it and my laptop was broken but im back now :0

Aubrey ran down to the kitchen for a popsicle and water. While her a cup was filing she noticed a post card from California with the address being her moms house.

She turned it over to see her moms hand waiting

Hello Aaron, this is Haley, of course we’ll be able to come out we both really miss the kids! I’m so happy for him I know retirement was coming soon. Calvin snd I will be there next week.

No…no, no, no!

Rossis’ retirement dinner, of course he wants them to come everybody loves Rossi.

She grabbed the water and popsicle, and headed to her room. She sat the popsicle to melt and the water next to her desk, Jack was sound asleep in her bed.

She pulled out her phone and texted Henry,

A: HJ, you up?

H: yeah, you good?

A: can I come over?

H: yeah windows open

Aubrey got dressed in leggings and a hoodie and a pair of house shoes she wore outside. She arrived at Henrys’ house, it was a ranch with a huge backyaard and the tallest ceiling Bre has ever seen. She walked over to Henry window and knocked, he opened it, “pull me you” she said doing grabby hands.

Henry pulled her up swiftly after a few tries and running start up the side of the house.

“You’re dad is probably going to kill you” Henry added after pulling her up,

“You’re mom is gonna kill you! You snuck a girl in.”

“Yeah but it’s you” he laughed, closing the window then looking at her with his bright blue eyes.

Aubrey walked around his room, he had lots over random drawings and stickers on his wall, of course posters of scary movies which they obsess over together.

“You kept the list up there” she said looking above at the only writing that’s on his wall.

“Uh yeah why wouldn’t I?” He asked in an almost serious tone, wondering why she thought he’d delete it.

The first summer after Calvin started abusing Aubrey she spent a lot of time with the Jareaus, it was her safe place. Her dad was constantly working and Jack was always at summer camp for basketball. Henry and Aubrey had grown up together and became best friends by default. Henry noticed the change in Aubrey and encouged her to make a list of things to try to feel better.

It wasn’t much but it was something, he hated to see her hurting even though she never opened up about what was hurting her.

Go swimming/ take bath and pretend it’s a pool

Scream into a pillow

Eat melted popcisles

Spend time with Henry

The list was fresh like he had just wrote it again, Henry came home the night of the dinner to rewrite-it knowing she was going to need it.

“I kept it in case you needed it”

She ran to hug him and he immediately hugged her back he felt light shakes and his shirt began to get wet. He didn’t say anything he just squeezed her tighter letting her know he’s there for her.

Henry was older than Aubrey by a few months, even though they were basically the same age. He just turned 17 and Aubrey isn’t to far behind. With her being the only girl and their parents being FBI agents they made sure to protect her. Even though Aubrey hated being smothered by Jack and Henry.

After slowly pulling away they both looked into each other eyes, it was comfortable, but they were both too shy to make a move. Henry finally broke the stare down, “Are you okay? Do I need to get my mom?” He said walking to his bed to sit down Aubrey plopping down beside him.

“Just got some bad news.” she picked at the sleeve of her hoodie,

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, my mom and her stupid boyfriend coming to town for Rossis retirement party.”

“I take it you don’t like him?”

“Trust me it’s more than dislike, I just hate him for my own reasons”

“I’ll be there if you need to escape from him. You can always stay with me.” He looked her up and down and smiled. Aubrey figured you only live once so why not, she went in connecting her lips to his pulling in deeper when Henry didn’t push back. They two disconnected looking each other in the eye and smiling.

“Thanks Henry, you’re really sweet.” She snuggled into his side how she always has since they were young. They both smiled to themselves knowing they just shared their first kiss with each other. They both mistakenly fell asleep completely forgetting that Aubrey had to go back in a few hours.

Hours passed and they were both awoken by your voice, that was coming downstairs. Apparently Hotch had the Garcia tracking her phone and the team out looking for Bre.

“I’m not upset with her but her dad on the other hand.” You said to JJ causing both the women to laugh. This is bad Bre thought to herself while listening from Henry’s room.

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” She hit Henry in the chest as she quietly shut his room door.

“I didn’t think your dad would send out a search party when you’re literally here safe next to me.” he smiled,

“It’s not funny and he doesn’t know that” she said trying to appear serious frantically putting her shoes on. Both Aubrey and Henry creeped down the stairs just as Aaron was walking in.

Henry stepped on a creek causing everyone heads to snap towards them. You all looked at them with relief and amusement seeing the two teenagers.

“I’m so so sorry guys I completely forgot to tell you I was coming over here—-“

“We were worried SICK and you were over here with HENRY in his BED” Aaron said loudly, he was relieved to see her but so upset with her.

“Dad I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you and it’s not like that I swear!” Aubrey begged looking at her dad

“Are you two having sex? Because your father and I taught you to NOT sneak people into the house especially girls.” JJ turned to Henry, causing him to blush, Aubrey picking up on it and smirking.

“What? Ew. No mom I would never, we just talked all night I swear.” Henry pleased with his mother, he was never a troubled boy but he was still a teenager.

“We aren’t doing that and I just needed to talk to him we figured it wouldn’t be a big deal cause I was safe.” Aubrey looked at her dad, you and JJ.

“We just want you to tell us where you are especially if you aren’t coming home till the next day.” you said pulling Aubrey into your side and the girl returning it.

“Go to the car now.” Aaron said in a stern voice giving Henry the look, silently cursing him through his eyes, even though he loved him. “You, room, now.” JJ ordered Henry trying to be serious. “Bye, Henry” she waved sadly, he mouthed text me later causing Bre to smile. When the teens were out of sight you and JJ busted out in laughter.

“They are 100% going to get married on day.” you said teasing Aaron.

“Without a doubt, you know Bre use to call herself Ms.LaMongTang, she could never pronounce it right” Aaron laughed causing the two women to laugh. You said your goodbyes as you and Aaron walked out the door heading to the car.

The threesome arrived back at home getting ready for the rest of their day. Aaron headed upstairs to shower with Aubrey following behind until you stopped her.

“Bre?” You called causing the teenager to turn around,”yeah?” She said sweetly, “Is the reason you left last night because of this?”

You held up the post card from California, and her bottom lip began to tremble. She looked up the stairs to make sure her dad wasn’t in sight before she ran into your arms.

“Please don’t let him near me” she whispered in your ear, quietly crying. You rubbed her back giving her all the comfort you could.

“I think it’s time to tell your dad Aubrey” you encouraged her knowing this was the only way. Aaron had his suspicions of something when you and Aubrey became suspiciously close. He asked you multiple times if something was going on and you just chalked it up to girl problems.

“I’ll be right there with you Bre, but he has to know.”

“I don’t want him to see me … differently”

Your heart broke, “Your father loves you more than anything, he will always see you as his little girl.”

You hated that she was treating herself like thia. Like it was her fault this happened to her. Seeing Aubrey as a victim has been the harder at thing you’ve dealt with. You’ve worked with victims before but when it’s someone you live the pain is different.

“In a few days? I just need time to prepare.” She asked through her sniffles.

“Whenever you’re ready, this is your story” you encouraged her and she nodded with a smile similar to her fathers.

“Thank you so much Y/N” she said hugging you once lord then heading up the stairs. You broke down once the girl disappeared. You had been dealing with this alone since Bre told you. It was a lot and every time you seen her you wished you could take it all away.

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#aaron hotchner #bau x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x daughter #aaron hotchner daughter #Aaron Hotchner angst #hotchner!daughter x you #Hotch x you #Aaron Hotchner dad #dad Aaron hotchner #Aaron Hotchner daughter #jj x you #Henry jareau

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bbrissonn · 2 years

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𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ

info: inspired by the song memories by conan gray

summary: y/n and brendan go trough lots of stages of their relationship in the span of 2 months.

requested: yes | no

disclaimer: not proofread. im sorry if this make you cry...

warnings: A couple of swear words.

pairing: brendan brisson x fem!reader

wc: 4.9k (including the lyrics), 4.7k (not including the lyrics)

important: italics are flashbacks & bold italics are lyrics

taglist: @ethancale @erikports @owenpowpow @hockey-lover-22 @hockey-lover86 @hugheshugs @thomasbbordeleau @flyersislescanes @1-800-iluvhockey @nickblankenburg @idblowbordeleau @oskarlidblom @mattyybenierss

one, two

you and brendan had started dating in january of your freshman year of college, meeting in your first ever class and having to seat next to each other. brendan being brendan, hadn’t listened to a thing the teacher had said, and of course didn’t take notes. so at the end of class he asked you for them.

“hey, um, i didn’t really take notes during class. so i was wondering if you could like send me what you wrote down?” he asked as you started to pack your bags. you looked over to him and almost fell off your chair. you had noticed how cute he looked when he sat down next to you, but you didn’t look at him fully, not wanting to creep him out.

“sure. here, gimme your phone, i’ll give you my number.” you answered with a smile as you placed your bag down in front of you. he handed you his phone after a couple of seconds, a new contact page opened for you. you quickly typed your number when he spoke again.

“i’m brendan, by the way.”

“y/n.” you said as you handed him his phone back, you sent him a smile before getting up and leaving the room. in the mean time, brendan’s eyes were looking at the new contact in his phone.

cute girl from math class ;)

“you wanna go get coffee one day?”

“bren, we get coffee everyday.” you said in a ‘duh’ tone making him roll his eyes. it had been almost 2 months since your first class, and since then, the two of you had spent most of your free time together. you’d help him with all of his classes, some of which he was failing, and for the others, you just had to convince him to do his homework.

it was crazy to you how quickly you got along, just in the span of a week, you had learned so much about him. how he played hockey, where he had previously played at, his old school, where he was from, how he took his coffee, his favorite movie. he had talked a bit about his family but you could tell he didn’t feel fully comfortable in the moment to tell you. you had also meet all of his teammates, whom you quickly became friends with as well.

“no, i know that. i mean like as a date… if you want.” he explained, suddenly becoming shy, something you had never seen before. his cheeks were slightly darker as he looked at his book.

“sure.”

“y/n! can you help me with my tie?” brendan yelled from behind the bathroom door of his bedroom. you were going out to a fancy dinner with his family, whom you had been staying with for the last couple of days. brendan had convinced you come visit him in LA for 2 weeks during the summer. although it didn’t take much for you to say yes since you missed your boyfriend a lot.

“sure. just gimme a minutes alright?” you yelled back as you finished slipping your dress on.

“i’m coming in!” classic brendan.

“goodness gracious.” he said once he saw you, making you turn around to look at him.

“what? does it look bad? do i have something on my face?” you asked, slightly freaking out.

“no, no, no. you look– woah. you look amazing, y/n/n.” he said, his eyes looking at you in pure admiration. his words making you blush slightly as he walked over to you, his hands landing on your hips.

“don’t look too bad yourself.”

“i’d look better with a tie.” he said holding up the piece of fabric making you laugh a bit.

only, not all good things last forever.

it’s been a couple months

that’s just about enough time

for me to stop crying when i look at all the pictures

now i kinda smile, i haven’t felt that in a while

“i know we said we’d talk about it later. b-but we need to, y/n. we can’t just ignore it forever.” brendan said as he looked over at you. he had arrived back from beijing barely a week ago, he could’ve been talking about the way his experience ended, but you knew it wasn’t about it.

it was about him signing at the end of the season.

“bren–”

“i just wanna know if you wanna do this whole long distance relationship or not, y/n.”

“i-i don’t know.”

“well then figure out what you want, y/n.” you were shocked by his tone, it was one that you’d heard multiple times when he’d argue over his dad, but he had never used it towards you.

“excuse you?”

“i said figure it out, y/n. i want– i need to know if you’re up for the distance or not.” he said, using the same tone as before.

“i don’t know, brendan. plus, why does it matter, the season is ending in 2 months, i still have time to think!”

“that’s the thing, y/n! the season’s ending in 2 months, and if you don’t wanna do long distance then i’m not gonna stick around.” he said, making you look at him in shock.

“you don’t want to stick around?” you repeat to yourself as your eyes stare into his.

“i don’t wanna stick around for 2 months if we're just gonna break up. i don’t wanna put efforts into someone who’s just gonna dump me because of my career.” he spoke, his voice breaking a bit. every part of him hoped that you’d say you could handle it, that you’d be willing to try.

but you didn’t. you stayed quiet, your eyes not even looking at him. he could feel his heart slowly breaking as every second of silence passed. after a solid 3 minutes of silence, he nodded a bit before getting up from your bed.

“i’ll have one of the boys bring you your things.” he mumbled as he slipped off the matching bracelet you had gotten for your one year, barely one month ago. and the next second he was gone.

that was 2 months ago, the boys were leaving for the frozen four soon and you were proud of them, you truly were. you wanted to hug all of them and tell them how proud you were, but you couldn’t. after brendan left, you cut all for of communication with all of them. the only one you had seen was bordy who had came to drop your things off and pick up brendan’s.

when the two of you first broke up, you wanted to delete every picture you had of him, anything that reminded you of him. but you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t just let go of him that easily, even if he had. you saw all of the boy’s snap stories of them partying, seeing brendan talking to some blond girl in the back, or his tongue shoved down on of their throat. the first time you noticed it, it completely broke your heart. it was barely a week after the two of you had broken up.

every time you’d see a pic of the two of you, you’d be reminded of how much fun you had with him, how he made you feel, how he made you the happiest you had been in years. those thoughts only made you realize how badly you had messed up, you wanted to do long distance, but you froze in the moment, something you deeply regretted.

only now, you didn't feel that bad anymore. you had grown a lot as a person since the two of you broke up. instead of crying when you’d scroll on your phone and saw a picture of the two of you, you’d smile, something you never thought you’d be able to do while looking at them.

it’s late, i head the door

bell ringing and it’s pouring

i open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance

you just wanna talk and

i can’t turn away a wet dog

it was almost one a.m when you heard someone knocking on the door of your apartment. it was friday night, well saturday morning now, you had been awake all night studying for your upcoming finals, cup of coffee in front of the mess of books on your table. with all of the energy you had left in you, you pushed yourself up and walked over to your door. not feeling like looking through your peephole, you opened the door directly and were met with a very intoxicated brendan.

“brendan?” you asked confused, this was the first time you had seen him since you broke up.

“y/n/n! baby, i missed you!” he slurred, giving you a smile. his clothes were all wet and that’s when you remembered it was pouring rain outside.

“bren, what’re you doing here?”

“i came to see you, babe. i missed your cute little face.”

“how’d you get here?”

“i walked! the boys and i were out at some bar, i don’t really know which one, and then they started talking about you and that’s when i remembered i hadn’t seen you all day, and that i’ve been kiss deprived for the past 24 hours.” he said as he leaned on your doorframe. he was clearly way too drunk to know what he was doing, but you were glad to know he hadn’t driven to you.

“you walked in the rain?”

“well, yeah. a boy gotta do what he gotta do to see his girlfriend.”

“i’ll call one of the boys, come in.” you said, trying your hardest to ignore his last statement. you fully opened your door and brendan was quick to walk in, sitting down on the couch like he had millions of times before. you went into your kitchen to get him a cup of water, when you felt a pair of arm wrap around your waist.

“why haven’t you kissed me yet? i told you i came here exactly for that.” he pouted, only making your heart ache even more. you quickly moved out of his grasp and handed him the cup.

“bren, i’m not your girlfriend.”

“yeah you are, i know what my girlfriend looks like and where she lives. i’m not that dumb.”

“no– we broke up 2 months ago, brendan.” you explained in a small voice, and suddenly his smile dropped.

“right. forgot about that. honestly, i think that was very selfish of you, breaking up with me because of my career, one you said you’d always support me in–”

“you broke up with me, brendan. not the other way around.” you quickly cut him off, you weren’t gonna let him come in here and act like the victim when he was the one to blame.

“yeah, i broke up with you, but i did that because you would’ve broken up with me anyways when i signed.” he said, his voice full of anger.

“you didn’t even give me a choice, brendan!”

“but i did! i asked you if you wanted to do the distance or not and you said no.”

“i didn’t fucking say no! you barely left me any time to think and then you just left saying one of the guys would bring me my things!”

“clearly if you had to think about it then you probably didn’t, y/n! if you really loved me you would’ve said yes before i even finished asking you.” he said making your jaw drop. you didn’t care he said, but there was a line, and when he accused you of never loving him, that’s when he crossed it. it took everything in you to not started hitting his chest in anger and kick him out.

“don’t you even dare say that i never loved you, brendan.”

“why not? it’s the truth!” that was your breaking point. he knew he was drunk, but we all know drunk words are sober thoughts. you didn’t look at him as you walked past him and into his bedroom. you quickly texted bordy asking if he could come pick brendan up from your apartment. thomas was clearly shocked when he saw that he had a notification from you, but he quickly agreed when he read your message.

a couple of minutes later, you heard a knock on the door again, but you stayed in your room. you heard brendan’s voice talking with bordy’s, and a couple of seconds later they were gone. thomas then texted you a couple of minutes later thanking you for letting him know where the boy was, and telling you he had made it in his bed safe, even thought he knew you probably didn’t care. he also made sure to tell you he hoped you could talk again soon, but he knew it probably wouldn’t happen.

the next morning you woke up with tones of texts from brendan apologizing for randomly showing up at your place while being drunk and apologizing for any dumb things he might’ve said. but you didn’t answer.

but please don’t ruin this for me

please don’t make it harder than it already is

i’m trying to get over this

your hand quickly flew to your mouth when you saw the denver player push the puck into the net in overtime and all of the denver bench clearing into the ice. you truly thought that the boys would be winning the national this year, it was the reason most of them came back. your heart was a little bit happy for one of brendan’s friends, who has also became your friend the previous summer since he won, but it mostly ached for all of your old friends.

you wanted to be there in person to give them a big hug, or at least just send them all a sweet message, telling them how proud you were of them and how amazing they had done this year. but you knew you shouldn’t, it’d just make things even more complicated in your heart.

but brendan didn’t feel the same way, he wanted to see you, you were the only person he wanted to see ever since that puck crossed the line. so the first thing he did when they got back to michigan was go over to your place. he didn’t even realize he had been driving to yours until he had parked, it had just become a habit of his to go see you after coming back from a road trip.

only this wasn’t just him coming back from a road trip, this was him coming back from one of the biggest heartbreaks in his hockey career. this was him coming to say goodbye, knowing he’d be signing some type of contract soon. he hesitated for a while before getting out of his car and walking into your building.

now i can’t say goodbye if you stay here the whole night

you see, it’s hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning

over and over again

i promise that the ending always stays the same

so there’s no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

your eyes widened when you looked through your peephole and saw your ex-boyfriend standing behind the door. you hesitated a bit before opening the door a bit, brendan’s eyes going wide as well. the two of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds before brendan cleared his throat.

“hey.”

“hi.” you answer was quick and short, something you often did when you were nervous, and something that briss quickly fell in love with.

“do you think we could talk? just for a couple of minutes.”

“i– um, sure. yeah, come in.” you stuttered before fully opening the door and letting him in, just like you had done almost a week ago. only this time it was in totally different circumstances. the two of you sat on opposite ends of your couch as you lowered the volume of the tv, which was playing a random sport channel.

“did you watch the game?”

“are you signing?”

“yeah.”

you both asked and answered at the same time, making you smile a bit while looking at your lap. a little chuckle left brendan’s lip before the room became dead silent.

“i’m proud of you, you know.” you told him after clearing your throat a bit. your words made him look over to where you were sitting while you kept staring at your lap.

“i’m gonna miss you.” he said, his voice breaking a bit. this time, it was your turn to look at him. when your eyes locked, both of your hearts skipped a couple of beats, none of you wanting to break it, smiles on your faces. only yours quickly went away when the memories of your last night as a couple came back to you. you broke eye contact and you were back to staring at your lap, your actions making brendan sigh a bit.

“i– i’m sorry. i’m sorry for showing up at your place while i was drunk and saying i don’t know what to you. gosh, i’m so sorry, y/n. and– and i’m sorry for the way i reacted that night. i’m sorry i broke up with you before you gave me an answer– i– fuck, i’m so sorry for everything, y/n/n.”

“i would’ve said yes, you know. if you would’ve given me a little more time to clear everything in my head, i would’ve said yes.” you told him in a small voice, making his heart break a little. he had broken up with you over nothing.

“that’s great– y/n, that’s amazing! i’m not leaving until monday, that means we have like 4 days for everything to go back to how it was before–”

“no.” you quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say. this one simple word making his heart break even more than before.

“wha– but you just said–”

“i would’ve said yes 2 months ago, brendan, not today.” now that, that completely cut his heart in a million pieces.

“we can still try–”

“no we can’t,b. we can’t, alright? it’s been 2 months, people change, people’s desires change. it’s not gonna happen.”

“it’s been 2 months, y/n. how much has change in 2 fucking months?” he asked, getting angry, but he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself.

“clearly you did!”

“what?”

“look, all i want is to be able to move on from this. you have! so i don’t understand why you’re saying all of this right now.”

“trust me i haven’t moved on from you, y/n. god, it’ll probably take me years before i can fully move on from you. you think i could just forget about you in 2 months like you never mattered to me. you mean everything to me, even if you’re not mine anymore, you mean the absolute world to me.”

“did i mean everything to you when you were shoving your tongue down other girls’ throats?” you snapped, you hadn’t meant to yell, but all of the things he was saying was making it even harder for you to just forget about everything. he stood and paced around a bit, running his hands through his hair roughly.

“i was drunk–”

“oh you were drunk. did you fuck one of them before coming to see me and accuse me of never loving you? huh?” you yelled while standing up, your words made him stop dead in his tracks and look at you.

“i haven’t had sex with anyone since we broke up. so don’t even try to pull that card, y/n.”

“and i’m supposed to believe you because? i know the type of person you were before we dated. always having a different girl in your bed almost every night.”

“i was young and immature–”

“and you’re all grown and mature now? just tell me the fucking truth brendan!”

“the only people who have seen me naked are the boys. that’s it. did i kiss other girls? yes. did i fuck any of them? no. because that’s something that we did that meant a lot to you and i know that, so i’m not just gonna be a fucking asshole and shove my dick into the first girl i see. and honestly the fact that you think i’d do something like fucking hurts, y/n.” he said as a small tear fell from his eye at the end. you could tell your words had hurt him, but they surely didn’t hurt as much as he hurt you when he showed up drunk out of his mind.

“yeah? well the fact that you accused me of never loving you hurts even more, brendan. and yeah, you were drunk, but those words clearly came from somewhere, and the way you said it made it sound like it’d be in your mind for a long time.” you said as tears fell from your eyes as well. you could tell that the fact that he had said those things hurt him, and it almost made you feel bad for him.

“this is what i mean, bren. we’ve been through way too much and we’ve said so many things that we shouldn’t have said for us to be together again. getting back together is only gonna hurt us more and i don’t want that.” you added as you sat back down on your couch, more tears falling from your eyes. a small sob left brendan’s lips as he sat back down as well.

“i don’t want this to be the end of us, y/n.”

“i don’t either, b. but sometimes t–things just aren’t meant to be.” you stuttered through your sobs, your words completely shattering his heart.

i can’t be your friend, can’t be your lover

can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love

with somebody else other than me

“you gotta let go, bren.” you whispered as the two of you stood in front of your door, hugging each other for one last time.

“i don’t want to.”

“you have to. vegas is waiting for you.” you smiled as more tears fell down both of your cheeks. brendan had stayed over for a couple more minutes friday, before heading home, but promising you he’d come by before he leaves for you. which lead to this moment, his suitcase waiting in bordy’s car who was waiting in the parking lot.

“they can wait longer.”

“your plane isn’t gonna longer thought.”

“honestly might just miss it on purpose so i can stay with you.” he whispered back, making you shake your head.

“i’m not–”

“letting me miss it, i know. it’s just hard.”

“i know.”

“like, as soon as i walk out we’re over. like forever over.” he sobbed, the two of you had decided it’d be better if you didn’t even stay friends. well, it was mostly you telling brendan it’d be better than to keep in touch too much. but you agreed to still talk to him every once in a while, just not every week like you did with your friends back home.

it truly hurt you to think that as soon as he walked out, it’d be done for good. your history, your relationship, everything you and brendan had built over the last year would be done. the book of you and him would be over, this was the last chapter, the last page, the last line, the last everything.

you hadn’t realized how long the two of you had been standing there until bords knocked on the door, making the two of you jump a bit. you slowly opened it and he gave the two of you a sad smile.

“we have to go, briss.” he said softly, making brendan nob before bordy walked out and closed the door, but made sure to stay close in case brendan decided to drag out the moment.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay, alright? if you really need someone to talk to, i’m always here for you.” you said as brendan leaned his forehead on yours.

“y–you don’t have to say it back, but i love you, y/n/n. i love you so much.”

“i love you, brenny.” you said and the next thing you knew brendan pressed a small kiss to your lips, before quickly walking out of your door, but he quickly came back in.

“i’m sorry–”

“it’s okay. now go become mr.hotshot in vegas.” you said with a sad smile as more tears fell from your eyes.

“thank you, for everything, y/n.”

“‘t was a pleasure, brendan.”

“until we meet again?”

“until we meet again.”

and the next moment he was gone.

since you came

i guess i’ll let you stay

take as long as it takes

to grab your books and your coat

and that one good cologne

that you bought when we were fighting

‘cause it’s still on my clothes everything that i own

and it makes me feel like dying

i was barely just surviving

when brendan’s season was over, he quickly came back to michigan to grab the rest of his things, some of which were still at your place. your plan to not be friends was quickly forgotten as soon as he got onto that plane to vegas. and weirdly enough, it made it easier for you to move on, you talked everyday, well, it was mostly brendan saying stupid things and annoying you everday, but you loved it.

so when he asked you if he could come get his stuff, you didn’t hesitate to let him come. you let him stay as long as he needed to. him leaving michigan was the end of your romantic relationship, but him getting his stuff was gonna let the two of you move one from each other for good. and as much as it hurt the two of you, it was much needed.

“you wanna know why i bought this?” he asked you as he held your favorite cologne of his, making you turn around to look at him. you had decided to help him get his stuff, knowing he’d probably just stop in the middle of it if you didn’t help.

“no, but i have a feeling you’re gonna tell me anyway.” you said as you sat down on your bed, him sitting next to you.

“when we go into that stupid fight because i didn’t want to tell the guys we were together, i went to the shop to get you a perfum, ‘cause you had run out of yours and you were too lazy to go get a new one. don’t scoff, you know it’s the truth. anyways, i walked in and then i saw this really cool looking one so i sniffed it and it smelt good, but not amazing so i looked at more and then just ended up buying myself things and completely forgot that i came in for you.” he said, letting out a laugh at the end. you liked that there was no tension between the two of you, it was just like before the two of you had started dating, and you loved it.

“i’m not surprised.” you laughed as he sent you a smile before handing it to you, making your brows knit in confusion.

“keep it. as a very late sorry for being an asshole and as a souvenir. plus, i know it’s your favorite.”

“you sure?”

“yeah, i have another.” he said as you fully grabbed it, and that’s when he realized you were still wearing the matching bracelet, which made him grab your wirst.

“you still wear it?”

“yeah, well i didn’t at first. but i’ve been wearing it for a while now. does it make you uncomfortable?” you quickly added, not wanting him to feel such a way because of you.

“did you keep mine?” he quickly asked, you nodded a bit before getting up and opening the drawer of your nightstand and pulling the bracelet out. he smiled brightly as you gave it to him, and he was quick to slip it on.

“now they’re friendship bracelets!” he said with a smile, making you smile a bit.

“get back to packing, dumbass.” you joked, making him let out a gasp.

“you already want to get rid of me? i’ve been here for like 10 minutes, ouch, y/n.” he dramatically said, making you roll your eyes before throwing a pillow at him, and soon, the two of you were in a full on pillow fight.

you knew your relationship with brendan would never be the same as it once was, but you liked that you at least still had a relationship. the distance help the two of you move on very easily, but you both knew you’d never have something like the two of had. most of the people you guys would talk to, wouldn’t like the fact that you guys were still friends. some girls in vegas would even go as far as making him pick between having a relationship with her or being your friend. and the choice was always obvious to brendan.

you’ll always be his number one and he’ll always be your number one.

#bri writes #brendan brisson #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson fic

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mydemimonde · 2 years

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the girl who lives in delusion | eddie munson x fem reader

a/n: so after listening to right were you left me on loop for the last 2 hours, i decided to write this. hope you like it ♡

warnings: just angst lol. and remember that english's not my first language, there could be some mistakes

it's been two years since his death.

the last time they saw each other was on march 20th, 1986. a thursday. it was a especial occasion, they were celebrating a year of their relationship. eddie had been saving money for weeks to take her to enzo's.

"eddie, you didn't have to do all of this" her girlfriend chuckled as eddie pulled out the chair for her. she was wearing a beautiful red dress, her hair pinned up in a messy bun, some strands of hair framing her face.

to eddie, she looked like a dream. he could write songs about her —in fact, he did. so many times. she was his muse, his everything. his heart threatened to get out of his chest every time he looked at her. he still got nervous when he was around her.

to her, he looked breathtaking. he was actually wearing a suit –something he said he would never wear. but after hearing her say how hot he would look in a suit, he thought twice. his white shirt was unbuttoned, and she had to make an effort not to look at his chest the whole night.

he sat down in front of her and took her hand into his "sweetheart, you deserve only the best. and you look amazing tonight" he kissed her knuckles as she blushed. "so, what should we order tonight?" they both looked at the menu.

that was the last time they saw each other. since hellfire meetings were on friday nights, they planned to hang out on saturday. but that day never came.

instead, she found herself crying as dustin broke the news to her, she could feel the mascara running through her cheeks. after she calmed down a little, she demanded an explanation. dustin told her everything about the upside down. and how his last words were "let her know i love her. im always gonna watch over her"

everybody moved on

i stayed there

and that was two whole years ago. the last time she saw dustin and his friends was a few months after the "earthquake", at eddie's memorial. it was small, just for friends and family —wayne, dustin, mike, lucas, erica, steve, robin, nancy. she got to meet the rest of the group: el, will, jonathan, argyle, murray and joyce. jim hopper, whom she thought was dead, was there too.

the week after the memorial, wayne told her he was moving out of hawkins. he had no family there, not anymore. before leaving, he gave her a tight hug, thanking her for the happiness she brought to his nephew.

she thought about moving, too. she couldn't bear living in a town that hated him, but at the same time, she couldn't. not when all of her memories with him were made in that town. she felt that as soon as she stepped foot out of hawkins, the memories would fade. and that was the last thing she wanted.

help, I'm still at the restaurant

still sitting in a corner I haunt

cross-legged in the dim light

they say, "what a sad sight"

that's why she's sitting in the same corner at enzo's. the waiters already know her —she goes there every thursday night. she drinks the same wine eddie ordered on their last date. it's not expensive, but it's not the cheapest option either. some clients look at her with pity, probably thiking her date stood her up.

every thursday she does the same. she watches the different couples having dinner. right now there's an old couple on the table in front of her, the woman is talking while her husband is looking at her, eyes full of love and admiration.

on the next table there's a younger couple laughing, the woman's engagement ring is shinning brightly. she has an adorable baby bump too.

that could be us. should be us, she thought.

sometimes, she stares at the door, like waiting for eddie to show up eventually, apologising for being late, a bouquet of flowers in his left hand.

but it never happens.

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

the last thing she heard from her friends was that dustin is now the leader of the hellfire club. apparently he has been letting his hair grow to his shoulders, like his hero eddie.

joyce and hopper got married. nancy and jonathan moved in together. robin and vickie had been dating for a year. and steve finally found the right person.

everybody moved on but her.

because eddie left her there. he left her no choice but to stay there forever.

"im right were you left me"

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #taylor swift #oneshot #sad #mydemimondewrites

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saveemefromeviil · 2 years

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Im tired of this constant emptiness that i feel everyday from the moment i wake up to the time i go to bed . And i dont want any sympathy from anyone im just here to let out my feelings. I live everyday the same. I go to work mon-fri, 6am-2pm with people who are just so internally ugly . I get home just to find myself with no motivation but to play my video game, smoke some weed and get sucked in as the hours pass… 2hr 3hrs to 5hrs or more, till i get hungry and decide not to make dinner but order food bcs i have little money to always spend on groceries or i dont feel like cooking. Eating distracts me from my bad thoughts for a bit i guess it gives me a euphoric feeling when the food is good. I think about all the things i could be doing but i dont do them, mainly bcs i dont enjoy the area (city) i live . It’s not safe i cant dress the way i want to without getting harassed or feeling like im dressed inappropriate or not normal . Theres not much to do when you dont drive or have a car of your own, but ig thats my fault for not studying for my permit. Everything in walking distance is just grocery stores or parks for kids and nature thats all. I dont have any friends at all and i mean really… I cant remember the last time i had someone to hangout with , to laugh and talk about whatever i want with . Now. I have my boyfriend of 3 yrs we live together and he great and i love him and he loves all of me but i can see in his face that he knows im unhappy, it upsets him. Ik i let him down little by little everyday . Everythings been killing me slowly, all these feelings and thoughts of, guilt, anger, sadness, dissatisfaction, disappointment, and worthlessnesses. Its gotten to the point where i dont look forward to waking up anymore or just waiting for the day to be over. If im gonna live the same day over and over whats my purpose if im not doing any good for the future my future .. his future.

My mom wasnt very successful in life so she never taught me how to be strong a go for what i want and my dad wasnt in the picture very much to support me in those ways. I have so much anxiety and no ones ever told me how to go on in the real life after high school. Ive been trying to get by with what i can. Its so hard i dont understand why i cant motivate myself to be better, healthier. Im 23 and i almost hate myself, but i don’t want to. I know all the things i could do to feel better but im not motivated anymore. I have moods that flip flop day to day, one whole week ill feel on top of the world and the next is like a downpour of anger and sadness thats makes me feel sooo heavy. Ill be wanting to be nice to everyone one week and the next i dont even want anyone talking to me or looking at me. I dont understand why i have those episodes. I wish I could.

-lena

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vastdetailrichworld · 5 months

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this week has been great!!! and very, very busy. tuesday i began working at my dad's office, scanning and archiving old art. i got to join in on the tradition of going out for mexican food on tuesday :].

the next day i returned and scanned more art and went out to lunch with my dad and uncle. i got a really, really good salad. it had lettuce, cucumbers. avocado, red pepper, wonton crispies, and the star of the show- seared tuna, crusted in sesame seeds. oh man. it was absolutely delightful, and had a dressing that reminded me of sushi rice! we all got free cookies and mine was red velvet with white and semisweet chocolate chips and chunks. at one point my leg was hurting really bad from lower back pain i had gotten from being sick the week prior, and when i asked if anyone had ibuprofen, multiple women came to my aide and it felt nice :]

thursday mom, dad and i went to a german christmas mart thing. it was a lot of fun, but i could tell it really stressed mom out. there were so many people and different smells and the parking was a whole situation. but we pulled through and i certainly had a good time. we all got Fischbrötchen and fries with garlic aioli and it was really good!! really expensive for what it was though...$63!!! ah well. we also got some glazed cashews and they were really good, although i wouldve referred the pecans or almonds.

friday we went to my church's christmas event! i got to see a couple friends i havent seen in a while which was really nice. i bought some clikp on earrings for me [lightning bolts, balloon dogs, tamagotchis] and regular earrings for my mom [snowmen, snowflakes] for her birthday :] we also had some really good hot chocolate. i got to pet some cute sheep!

today it is saturday, and im going to meet up with my friend group from school. im really excited because we havent all been together in over a year! in fact, almost two years! we're gonna have dinner and do a white elephant gift exchange, and im hoping we can play some games too :] i love my friends and i cant wait to see them again!!!

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namuneulbo · 7 months

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week ninety-nine

so close.

monday and tuesday were nothing special.

wednesday i went thrifting and i found a cute top that makes me feel so bella swan and a cute dress that makes me feel so 2014 tumblr. i wore the top to the quiz in the evening.

thursday omg. my friends were doing a concert at the same bar as where the music quiz was held. i went there w a and on the walk there i ask her if we should go see the jazz concert afterwards as well and she was like:

"yes, of course, u know whos playing, right?"

WELL, i did in fact NOT KNOW but it just happened to be w on the drums. bro i was so excited. we went to see my friends concert and it was great and ended in a mosh pit so it was quite the change walking into the jazz gig afterwards.

they had already started playing when we go there but it was fine. we didnt get a close-up seat but i could stare at w from afar. it was funny bc when s arrived we just exchanged this glance of like:

"oh, we both know why IM here." the performance felt quite short but yk, we also arrived a little late. after the performance there was a jam, as per usual. w sat w his parents and some others, im assuming relatives, and also d (and k for a bit???).

yadayada i sat down w a, a, l and v closer to the front and then i saw w standing w´by the table l was sitting at but talking w b, k and t. i move over there since i knew it wouldnt be too obvious since me and l r friends. i barely look at him bc hes so close yk but UGHHHH he was like resting his hands on the table and leaning. idk how to describe it but yk standing but leaning and his sleeves were rolled up. dead.

anyways both c and l were leaving and i tried begging them to stay while w was there but they ended up just being like:

"no, girl, just talk to him instead."

i end up moving back to sit w a and l. a and v had left by now too. ws standing by himself and a immediately tells l to invite him over and he invites w to sit w us and points to a seat next to me. he sits down on the other available seat though lol i dont blame him since it was closer so it was more logical.

l and w talk briefly in-between watching the jam session and then w just drops a "i just realized i havent had any dinner today" and we start talking about going out to eat. we were discussing whether we should go to the grill or mcdonalds. mcdonalds is a bit outside of town and only the drive-thrus open that late but w did offer us going w him in his car but we ended up going to the grill. i wouldnt have minded sitting in his car though hehe.

me, a and l leave to go get our coats and w left behind for a bit to go pick up his cymbals and his bag. me and a freak out a tiny bit on my behalf before he joined us again. we left and i was so... omg? the entire walk there and i message l being like "OMGOMGOMG". on the way there w meets a bunch of ppl he knows and he starts play fighting w a. it was quite cute.

when we were nearing the grill i became ever so slightly more comfy to talk after i made a joke he laughed at. we were talking about how much food he could get if he just handed them his bag of cymbals and silly me said he could get lots of shrimps and rice. it sounds so dumb to like explain in such detail things i remember him or me saying but like,,, im gonna do it in detail anyways bc i want to remember it when im seventy and i look back at these posts (if tumblrs still a thing by then).

we all order food and he orders such a dad meal but ig its quite cute when he does it. we bonded over dips bc we had the same fav and the same least fav. we both love béarnaise and hate oriental lol. then b showed up and we invited him to eat w us so we had to wait longer so his food would be ready as well. i didnt mind ofc.

we started talking ab hans zimmer which led w to a passionate rant thanks to him being a zimmer fanatic. then that led to a film bro talk that initially made fun of how film bros act ab shots and stuff just for him to start doing exactly that dgjslkfj it was funny bc he was like listing famous movie scenes being like:

"and u know the story ab this shot, right?" until he reached one that we actually didnt know and he was like "oh okay then let me film bro real quick *proceeds to explain how that scene was shot*"

im afraid i really like film bros. i think its so cute when they get all passionate about it TT

i dont think ill go TOO into detail ab each tiny thing he said bc i already have a note in my phone of everything i remember TT am i manic?

we got our food and we went to campus to eat it. he went by the basement to put away his cymbals while us others went to the cafeteria. we went to sit down and a went to sit right next to me but l whispered like:

"no! move over! leave that seat empty!" wanting w to sit down next to me naturally. hes an ally ! anyways i did like a short joke ab how hed probably sit down on the opposite side and l laughed and was like "oh yeah, he probably will" and yup, he did. it was quite funny bc i havent told b i like w but if it wasnt obvious by now idk what.

we sat eating together for like an hour and i was so happy to get a reason to stare at him attentively wo it being weird bc yk,,, just watching him from afar and stuff can be pretty weird TT but like actually getting to have eye contact w him and stuff AHHHH!!!

b left first and us others were left sitting for a bit. i thought we were all going home until a whispers to me like "l, hes coming to the bar!!!" which was a big surprise bc like ive mentioned before, hes v rarely at the bar. hes been there more recently though which is fun.

we walk to the bar together and ahhh so happy hihi but we split up quite early on as he goes to his classmates and i felt to awkward to join him. after going outside rq i caught up w s for a bit before walking back in and joining w and some others who i knew. later we were left alone near the bar and bro it was so awkward and later a steals his cap and puts it on her head and i just awkwardly drop the worst line of my life:

"looking fresh."

i actually cant, ive been thinking ab it ever since... WHY TF WOULD I SAY THAT???

okay anyways i wanna forget ab it truly.

later on i joined a and her friends and omg... she asked me if she could wear my glasses and i let her and then she moved over to me and was like:

"i feel like a sexy substitute teacher," then she caresses my shoulder and chest and lightly grabs my shirt and goes:

"hm, u havent done ur homework~ what should we do about that~?"

AND BRO MY GAY ASS... i literally melted... that was like the hottest thing someones ever said and done to me. def up there w the time i cuffed me. she did apologize quickly for touching my chest but i said it was fine (WHICH IT VERY MUCH WAS!). then she pulled me into the bathroom and we talked for quite a while. shes so nice TT

when i got back w was gone.

next day, friday. we celebrate bs 18th bday. once getting to the bar we sit outside and i was so happy actually. like the conversation was so good and i was becoming the perfect level of drunk. i was sitting w my back towards the bar and c just looks at me and points behind me and mouths a quiet "look."

i turn around AND WHO DO I SEE? w. i literally look back in shock w my hand in front of my agape mouth and v goes:

"what, what happened?"

and i go like:

"omg, i havent told u i think" and i lean in and just "i like w" and then do little drum motions w my hand to like clarify which one i mean and his immediate reactions like "AIGHT, give me a minute" and he stands up. he was joking ofc and sat back down then genuinely asks me if i want him to wingman me. i consider it and i said he could go talk to him but dont like directly say i like him and he proceeds to go and talk to him twice i think?? it was funny. i told him he could wingman me next time for sure.

i never end up talking to w that night but i did end up telling a about it when i was walking around to bar to find him. i just walk up to her like:

"i was looking for w but he seems to have left."

then i proceed to tell her that i like him and thats why i was looking for him and her replys the cutest thing ever. she just starts telling me how im so cute and how hes so sweet and would be a great boyf and that i should so talk to him and AHHH I LOVE HER. feeding my delusions sm i love her. then she genuinely goes like:

"should we go look for him?"

i just tell her hes left bc i havent seen him but i told her quickly ab our little hangout from the day before and she was so excited ab it.

then nothing else of important note has happened this weekend. i dropped the story ab o to e and s. e on friday and s asked me ab it on saturday and it was so funny hearing ab him from their perspective. we all ended up agreeing that hes nice but def a bit,,,, weird and has some questionable traits.

ive been trying to figure out how to incorporate quotes into these texts wo it looking dumb and its so hard. i know how to use quotation marks in like,, fiction context but idk the proper grammar rules on how to use it while quoting ppl mid-story.

sotw: david bowie - criminal world

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo

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