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girlgenius1111 · 5 months

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You Can Let It Go

not really sure what this is yet, apart from angsty reader and platonic barca femeni :)

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, reader punching wall [in a depressed way, not a straight male way]. general angst + fluff. more comfort probably in the next part

Your alarm rang throughout your dim bedroom, waking you from a deep slumber. With a groan, you rolled over, turning it off. You were exhausted, only having fallen asleep a few hours ago. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you forced yourself up out of bed, getting dressed for training. You ate a quick breakfast, which was 75% coffee and 25% food, before heading to your car. You hadn't snoozed your alarm today, so you were on time, thankfully. You didn't need another reason for your teammates to keep a close eye on you

The last month or so had been... challenging to say the least. You had had an incredible world cup, and were having an incredible start to the season; and as a result the pressure on you had mounted significantly. If anyone had asked, and they had, you would tell them that you were handling it fine, just a little stressed. Nothing you couldn't deal with. In reality, you felt like you were buckling under the weight of other people's expectations. No matter how well you played, it seemed like people always had something to say, making you feel like you couldn't ever perform well enough.

You knew if you could just get yourself out of your own head, you would be fine. The noise would fade away, until it was just you a football again, the way it had always been. You were an anxious person, and you'd dealt with bad months like this before. It had just never been quite this bad. Anxiety and stress swirled within you constantly, and it was a continuous battle to not let it affect how you were playing. You were hoping that even though this time it seemed worse, it would pass like it had before. Preferably before your teammates grew anymore concerned with you.

You didn't think there was a single person on the team who wasn't worried, but there were certainly some that seemed to take their job as older players very seriously, and you'd felt them watching you constantly in recent weeks. You were a younger player, only 20, and everyone was very protective of you. None more so than Alexia and Mapi. Alexia, you assumed, cared because she was the captain and it was her job. Mapi made a little less sense to you, but she had very much taken you under her wing when you'd arrived at Barcelona at only 17.

You could barely breath recently without one of them hovering behind you, worry creasing their eyebrows. You were determined, though, to handle this yourself. No one else was suffering the way you were, so you decided that the problem was you, not the pressure you felt. So, while they couldn't get you to tell them what was going on, they noticed a change in you, definitely. You weren't sure if it was because you were quieter when you were anxious, the bags under your eyes, or the increased intensity with which you'd been practicing. Either way, they'd been bugging you for a while to talk to them, and you resisted.

You pulled into the parking lot, another day of ignoring the older girls' searching looks ahead of you. You tried to muster up some more energy before walking in. It must not have worked very well, because the minute you walked into the noisy locker room, you felt several pairs of eyes on you. Looking up, you made eye contact with Alexia, sending her a half smile. Next to her sat Mapi, Ingrid, and Patri. It seemed that they'd recruited some new people to the "worry about y/n" club, holding their very first meeting right across from you.

You felt them study you as you pulled your training kit on, and wished you'd tried a little harder to hide the bags under your eyes. You talked easily with Claudia and Ona, their lockers on either side of you, about the upcoming game. You were set to play Eintracht Frankfurt the next day in a champions league group stage match. You began to walk with your friends toward the door of the locker room, realizing it was time to head to the pitch. You were interrupted, though, by a hand on your shoulder, and the soft call of your name. Turning, you came face to face with Alexia. Sighing you relented, and remained with her in the locker room as everyone else filtered out. Once the room was empty, Alexia spoke.

"How are you today, pequeña?" She asked, words less firm than her voice was. She'd clearly lost patience over the weeks with your resistance, and had completely abandoned her soft approach.

"I'm good." You replied, forcing yourself to meet her eyes. She raised an eyebrow at you, before tilting your chin up with a hand.

"Really? Because your face is telling me that you barely slept again last night."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I slept fine. Like always." You said, somewhat defiantly, shrugging her hand off of you.

"Watch your tone," Alexia warned, and you withered slightly. "I assume you still won't tell me whats going on with you?"

"There's nothing to tell, Alexia."

She let out a heavy sigh, dragging a hand over her face. "Other people are starting to notice, pequeña, the coaches and physios especially. You can't keep this up forever." You didn't respond, opting instead to stare behind her at the wall. She gave up. "Alright, go to practice, but if Jona asks me what's going on, I'm not covering for you and telling him you're fine to play. You'll have to do that yourself." She said sternly, and you rolled your eyes, darting out of the room before she could reprimand you for that too.

Your talk with Alexia had put you in a bad mood, and it only continued for the rest of practice. You were always irritable when you were anxious, even more so when you weren't sleeping. The other girls had gotten used to your extremely random moods, and knew to leave you be after a talk with Alexia. This time, however, your exhaustion seemed to take all the fight out of you, until you were practicing, no emotion at all expressed on your face.

You didn't protest when Mapi wrapped an arm around your shoulders after a drill, leaning imperceptibly into her. You didn't even really realize what you were doing, until you caught Alexia staring at you. You pulled away quickly, and kept your distance for the rest of practice. You made it through, thankfully without Jona calling you aside. In some miracle, he seemed to not be noticing your exhausted state, or was pretending not to, leaving you to pull yourself together. You smiled when you saw your name on the starting line up, vowing to get some sleep tonight, whatever it took.

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You thought you were going to have a good day when you woke up the next morning having slept completely through the night. You were anxious, as you had been on game days recently, but able to function.

You stood in the tunnel, ready to make your way out onto the field. You stood right behind Mapi, and she turned to look at you right before you had to go out. She was always the softer, more lenient one of her and Alexia, so the grin she sent you didn't surprise you.

"You look better today, pequeña. Still, if you need to come out, please tell someone," she instructed. You nodded, with no intention to do that.

It was a tough game, much tougher than the team had been expecting. You were tied 1-1 going into the 25th minute. You'd scored, and you felt like you actually may have been having a pretty good game. Until one of their defenders took our your legs, studs up, leaving a gash on your leg that had to be wrapped up. You were frustrated, even more so when no card was given. It was a completely late tackle, and the ref had seemed to be working against you guys the whole game.

You returned to the field, thigh taped heavily, giving your teammates a quick thumbs up. The ball had gone out for a corner, and Mapi stepped up to take it. You were in the box, prepared to jump for the header, knowing you were the target when Mapi made eye contact with you. Surrounded by teammates and opponents, you jumped, straight into another player. She was bigger than you, and she completely knocked you to the ground, falling on top of you. She crushed all the air from your lungs, and you were furious. There was no whistle, and this girl had just body checked you.

It should have been a penalty, which you were shouting at the ref, as you shoved the offending player off of you. She rolled off dramatically, and you rolled your eyes, accepting Patri's hand helping you up.

"Estas bien chica?" She asked, brushing grass off your legs.

"Si," You replied, eyes on the ref, who was walking towards you. She was reaching for her pocket, and for a moment, you thought she was going to card the other girl. Instead, she pulled out a red, holding it up above you.

"What??" You shouted, your protests echoed by your teammates. You were stunned. A straight red... for what should have been a yellow for your opponent. You were fuming, absolutely fuming. Alexia and Irene argued with the ref as you stood in complete disbelief. The ref was unrelenting, though, and she motioned once again for you to exit the field.

Mapi placed a hand on your back, walking you to the sidelines. "That's a bullshit call, it's not your fault. Keep your head up." She told you, the words not really processing in your head. Numbly, you walked off the field, through the tunnel and slammed the door to the locker room open. You felt staff members patting you on the back, but you ignored them and their words, nothing really processing in your brain.

You'd just gotten a red. Leaving your team with 10 players for the rest of the match, and it was barely even a quarter of a way through the game. And they were tied. And it was a champions league game. They were going to have to play even harder, and someone could get hurt, or we could lose, or both.

You're heartbeat was speeding up, and the world was going hazy around you as you paced around the empty locker room. You were losing control, quickly. In a fit of anger, and a need to regain control, you threw a punch at the cement wall.

"FUCK," You yelled, hearing a crunch. It hurt like a bitch, but it had succeeded in momentarily bringing you back into the present. You cradled your hand to your chest, throwing yourself down in your cubby, now fighting tears for multiple reasons. You sat motionless, staring at the ground in front of you, panic quickly returning. You jumped as the door opened, even though it opened rather softly.

"Hey, someone heard you yell. Y/n, what happened was not your fault, that was an insane call, you have to know that." Came the gentle voice of Ingrid. She was on the bench tonight, resting from a muscle injury, and had clearly been elected to come check on you. You nodded mechanically in response, because you DID know that, you just couldn't accept it. "Y/n... what happened to your hand?" She questioned, moving to crouch in front of you.

You looked down, taking in the sight of the already swelling, and slightly bleeding, limb. Ingrid's touch was feather light when she moved your hand, yet you still winced.

"I got angry. Kinda freaked out and hit the wall." Your words were kind of choked up, as you were still having a hard time breathing. You met her eyes, taking in the concerned look on her face. She didn't seem to know what to say, running a hand back through her ponytail, thinking hard. She focused back on your face, and moved to stand. You assumed she was going to go get someone else; a physio or maybe one of the other captains. You and Ingrid were friendly, she was Mapi's girlfriend so you spent a lot of time together, but you didn't expect her to stick around and help bring you out of your head.

Instead, she took a seat on the bench next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to lean against her. Your head was pressed right over her heart, and you could hear it rhythmically beating. Unconsciously, you began to try to match your stuttered breaths with hers.

"You're alright. I'm here with you, and you're fine. You can breath, just follow my breaths." Her voice was soothing, and you unconsciously obeyed, slowly calming down. You hadn't realized how bad it had gotten until you had come back to yourself, wiping frantically at the tear tracks on your cheeks with your good hand, horrified that Ingrid had seen you like this. You tried to move out of her grasp, but she didn't let you, keeping you pressed against her.

"Let's just wait another minute, alright? Drink some water and we'll go get your hand looked at." She told you, and again, you found yourself following her instructions without a second thought. You took the bottle of water she offered you, gulping it down, trying to avoid eye contact. Ingrid pulled her phone out of her pocket, looking at it for a second before standing up.

"It's almost half. Let's go to the physios. If Mapi and Alexia see you like this, they'll freak out. Is that okay, or do you need one of them?" She asked. You scoffed at the notion, trying very hard to put back up the barriers that had fallen against your will. Still, Ingrid waited for an answer, undeterred.

"No, I'm fine," You said, "I can go by myself." Ingrid gave you a weird look, helping you up.

"I'm coming with you." She told you, as if were obvious. Her tone left no room for argument, which frankly you were too exhausted for anyway. She led you out of the locker room and towards one of the medical rooms, as you desperately hoped there was nothing seriously wrong with your hand. Having to explain what happened to it seemed like it might contradict your efforts to convince everyone you were fine.

Once again, it seemed as though luck wasn't on your side. The physios took an xray, confirming a few breaks in your knuckles. They put you in a brace, telling you that if you didn't wear it all the time, they'd know and put a cast on you. Ingrid stayed with you the whole time, silently standing next to you. The only time she spoke was to update you on the score, which was steadily growing in your favor. Thank god. You felt weirdly protected by her presence, not that you'd ever admit it. You were released, and Ingrid walked with you back to the locker room.

"Why don't you shower and then sit somewhere thats not the locker room to wait? You should have enough time before everyone gets off, and that way I can tell Alexia and Mapi what happened, and you won't have to see everyone all at once." Ingrid suggested, hand resting on your back as you walked.

You wanted to tell her that was unnecessary, you really did. It was exactly what you needed though, and while you weren't exactly sure how Ingrid knew how to help you, she clearly did.

"Okay. Thanks, Ingrid. I really appreciate your help." You mumbled the last part, talking mostly to the ground.

"We're all here for you, y/n. Whatever you need." She said, and you nodded. She was slightly surprised; as far as she could tell, it was the first time you responded to an offer of help with anything but direct refusal that something was wrong. You headed into the locker room to shower, and she headed back out to the tunnel to watch the end of the match.

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Alexia and Mapi made their way off the pitch directly after the game. Your absence in the locker room during the break did not go unnoticed by them, nor did Ingrid's from the bench for the entire second half. While the rest of the team loitered outside, greeting fans, the two players walked inside, finding Ingrid waiting for them.

"What happened?" Alexia asked immediately, sure beyond a doubt that something had. Ingrid recognized Alexia's captain voice, and got right to explaining. She told them what happened, as fast as she could without sparing any details.

"She's just finished showering, she's in on of the media rooms though, she didn't want to see everyone all at once and answer a million questions." Ingrid finished.

"So she broke her hand, hitting the wall. Was she trying to hurt herself?" Mapi asked, not sure at all where your head was at. Ingrid felt her heart melt a little at the way Mapi's eyebrows creased in concern. One of the Norwegian's favorite things about her girlfriend was how much she cared.

"I'm not really sure. I think she was more angry, but she was fully panicking by the time I got in there, so I'm I don't know." Ingrid said thoughtfully.

Alexia sighed, for what felt like the 15th time that day. "Alright, lets get ready fast and we can go talk to her before anyone else gets in. Ingrid, tell Jona what happened?" She asked. Ingrid nodded, and they went about their tasks.

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You were glad this was a home game, at Johan. You knew the building well, and you went to one of the lounges, knowing it would be empty. You curled up on one of the little couches, watching out the window at the parking lot as everyone streamed by.

You felt so incredibly stupid. First the red card, then breaking your hand, then having a panic attack in middle of the locker room. You didn't know what was wrong with you, you just had no grasp on your emotions. Angry tears fell down your face, and you didn't bother to wipe them off. You wondered how Alexia and Mapi would know where to find you, seeing as though you hadn't told Ingrid where you were going.

You underestimated them, though, and how well they knew you. This became evident when the door to the room creaked open, and a soft light spilled in from the hall. Alexia slipped in, followed closely by Mapi. Both of their hair was wet, and they, like you, were in the cozy Barca sweats.

No sooner had you turned slightly in their direction, than Alexia was almost tackling you in a hug, still minding your hand. You let out a huff of air, but relaxed into the contact. Alexia held you close to her as Mapi took a seat on your other side, pulling your injured hand into her grasp, inspecting it carefully.

"Did you tuck your thumb in?" She asked critically, and you snorted.

"Maria!" Alexia scolded, but you were laughing, so she really didn't care that much.

"No, I left it out. Untucked thumb still isn't a match for a cement wall though," You said, trying to joke. It fell flat, and Alexia tugged you closer, resting her chin on your head.

"Pequeña..." She began, but you cut her off.

"I know, I messed up," Alexia shook her head at your words, as that was not what she was going to say, but you continued. "I was just mad and I didn't handle it well. I just need to sleep, and I'll be back to normal." You tried to sound convincing. Both girls saw right through you. Surprisingly though, it was Mapi who spoke first, voice uncharacteristically firm.

"No. You aren't getting away with some flimsy excuse this time. Either you talk, now, or you go home with Alexia, and she doesn't let you out of her sight." You looked horrified at that prospect, and Mapi kept going. "Until we know whats going on inside your head, you've proven that you can't be alone. That's the deal. You get to pick."

Your anger was quickly returning. "I'm not a child. You can't make me go home with you," you argued, ironically sounding a lot like a child arguing with their parents.

Alexia responded this time, her voice firm, "You pick one of those options, or you're benched until further notice." You shifted away from her, looking at her with your jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't do that," you said, trying to call her bluff. A mistake, Alexia never bluffed.

"Try me." She told you, face stony, words unyielding. Suddenly, and most embarrassingly, you felt tears prick your eyes. Hastily, you covered your face with your hand, trying to pull it together. You hated that they felt like the had to watch you like this. You hated both options, but talking truly didn't feel possible right now. You felt both girls lean forward in concern, and you opened your mouth before they could ask.

"I don't want to be a bother," you said, voice incredibly small.

"You won't be. If you aren't ready to talk, that's fine. Neither of us are mad, and we aren't trying to rush you. We just want you to be safe and healthy, whatever it takes." Mapi's voice was comforting, and you nodded shakily. Still, you couldn't help but apologize.

"I'm really sorry." You said, and you weren't sure which thing you were apologizing for, maybe everything.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing," Alexia said, staring fiercely into your eyes. "Are you ready to go? I brought your bag." Alexia told you, leaving no room for argument.

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, wanting to do anything else, but you wouldn't risk being benched. You nodded, moving to get up. The minute you stood, though, Mapi was taking her turn and pulling you into a tight hug. You let yourself hug her back, just a little, before the feeling of being about to cry came back, and you hastily pulled back. Both girls were looking at you with faces full of concern, and you couldn't take it.

Turning to leave the room, you wondered how you were possibly supposed to hide how poorly you were coping, let alone avoid Alexia's promised conversation, whilst staying at her apartment with her. You weren't really sure you would be able to. And maybe a part of you was so exhausted, so anxious, so absolutely done with everything, that you weren't sure it was even worth hiding anymore.

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let me know if you want a part 2 / what you want to see in it!

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lesbianpepsi · 9 months

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Fuck it I love you | part III

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: when paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam

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words: 1.642k

warnings: bad writing

authors note: a short one but next chap will be much longer :)

You let out a shaky sigh as you grab yet another tissue soaking in the tears rolling down your cheeks at an alarming rate.

Your heart feels as if it was cracking at the borderline cruel words that were said; the word 'why?' in your mind the entire time.

A ring from your phone distracted you from your heart momentarily, sniffling as you grabbed it and answered the phone.

"Hey Y/n, did I leave my watch on the coffee table?" Melanie asks you in a rushed voice as your eyes glanced over the coffee table to see the watch that Melanie owns.

"Yeah it's here." You croak out in a broken voice making Melanie's eyes widen dramatically.

"Y/n? What's wrong? I'll leave this party right now if you need me." She says seriously in a more hushed tone.

You shake your head as a watery chuckle escapes your lips. "No, no it's fine, stay." You insisted as your eyes glanced at the TV screen.

"Why're you crying?" Melanie asks you worriedly, fearing the absolute worst possible thing has happened to you.

And it has. The fucking worst thing.

"I just finished Fleabag again." You inform her as more tears started swarming in instantly at the mention of the show.

Melanie groans loudly. "Fucking hell, Y/n, I thought something actually happened!"

"Something has happened, Melanie. He told her 'it'll pass' that it'll fucking pass!" You sob again as you grab more tissues, your heart cracking even more at the still raw memory.

"You've watched that show so many times how the fuck does the ending still make you cry?" She asks you with a laugh now clearly finding your heart break hilarious.

"She said 'I love you' and he said 'it'll pass.' before saying he loves her too! How could I not cry?" You defended not finding your heartbreak over a TV show humour.

She laughs again. "You and your shows. Chads coming over with shots, I'm off. Toodles."

"Toodles." You sniffle making her let out another laugh before hanging up the call.

You glance at your phone and roll your eyes at the low battery. Typical.

Yeah, it's a Saturday night and here you are, alone in your apartment finishing Fleabag and experiencing the heartbreak that hurts just as much as it did the first time.

Some might say depressing, you say it's the way to live.

With an exaggerated sigh you turn the TV off with the small remote before standing up, heading towards your bedroom to charge your phone.

You reach your desk where the plug is at but frown when you don't see that your charger isn't plugged in.

Where else can it be-

Fuck sakes you forgot it Tara's apartment.

Groaning you grab your phone which only has 3% and shoot the girl a quick message.

Me (20:47pm): hey tar, is it cool if i come over quickly? i forgot my charger there 🙄🙄

Tara🙃 (20:52pm): yeah ofc but-

Before you can see the rest of the text message your phone shuts off to a completely blank screen.

With an annoyed huff you stuff your phone into the pocket of your joggers and go to look for your shoes near the front of the apartment.

At least you saw the permission text you think as you shove your feet into your dirty, broken trainers that you refuse to throw out since shoes are so expensive.

The walk to Carpenter's apartment is only twenty minutes and since the sun hasn't fully set outside you decide a walk won't do any harm.

You're a bit annoyed that you can't listen to any music on the walk so you decide to do the second best thing, think about Sam.

She's just so gorgeous and so sweet with her friends and Tara, how could anyone not constantly think about her?

You've seen Sam a handful of times since the gym, all of them being at their apartment as you and Tara worked on your project.

Tara and you have actually gotten through most of the project so unfortunately you only need to head over there around three more times till the two of you have completed the project.

You can't help but feel relieved to be able to actually finish a project in time before the due date, but there's also a deep pit of disappointment lingering in you too.

What if you never see Sam again after it? There'll be no excuses to come over there anymore unless Tara would invite you over.

Wow, that quickly spiralled into just not happy Sam thoughts.

Thankfully you stop yourself from thinking the worst case scenarios as you've arrived at the apartment complex.

Like routine you head up the stupidly long stairs since the elevator is still broken and after what feels like an eternity you reach their floor.

Knocking on the door three times you patiently wait for Tara to come open the door for you but to your joy it's Sam, looking as annoyed as ever; your heart swoons at the sight.

"What." She grumbled as her eyes travel you up and down, furrowing her brows at your shirt. "What the fuck is your shirt?" She questions before you even get a chance to answer her first question.

You look down at your shirt and giggle not remembering what shirt you're wearing. It's a yellow shirt with a pineapple in the middle wearing a pink thong, under it is the simple word 'Slut'. A shirt you got after your third re-watch of Brooklyn Nine Nine.

"It's from a show, you don't like it? It's actually really soft." You tell her with a smile instinctively feeling your waist to feel the soft texture. "Seriously, for around fifteen dollars and free packing this was a bargain."

Sam hums as she stares at your shirt questioningly before raising her eyes to meet with yours. "And you decided to wear a shirt saying 'slut' in public?"

You nod your head proudly. "Why wouldn't I?"

"People will clearly judge you. Stare." Sam answers speedily as if she already knew what she was going to say.

You shrug your shoulders, a weak laugh escaping your lips. "People who are complete strangers? People who I'll never see again?" You say with a soft smile. "People will always judge, it's our instinct to judge whatever we come across. But you can't let that control your life and stop you from being you; stop that from letting you wear what you want or even like what you like. At the end of the day they're people who I'll never see again."

Sam doesn't say anything for a moment as if she's digesting your words, her eyes never leaving yours for a second. You don't say anything as you gaze back into Sam's cold eyes lovingly.

She leans against the doorframe as she runs a hand through her hair. "Why're you here, Y/n? Tara's not even in."

Your eyes widen as you mentally groan, that was probably the rest of the text message she sent but you couldn't see.

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't know. I sent Tar a message asking if I can come over to get my charger but when she texted back I only saw part of the message of her saying I can come over before my phone died."

Sam sighs as she nods her head weakly stepping back into her apartment as she walks over to her couch, you take this as her letting you to which you do ever so gracefully, shutting the door behind you.

Your eyes avert to Sam's figure sitting on the couch as her back faces you with the TV playing on a low volume, one of your favourite movies playing on the screen.

"I love Little Miss Sunshine." You express with a smile walking towards Sam, resting your hands on top of the couch as you stare at the screen. "It absolutely changed my life, and the first movie I actually loved. Like fully loved."

"It's okay." Sam says with a small smile on her lips as she watches the movie from below you. "I hated it in the beginning but I guess it's sorta growing on me."

"There's a thin line between love and hate." You express your attention only focused on the movie playing on the screen.

Sam tilts her head up as she gazes at your side profile. "I wouldn't say I love it but I definitely like it."

You chuckle at her words, your eyes lighting up in the reflection of the movie that Sam couldn't help but focus on.

"It's growing, right? Give it time and you'll love it like there's no tomorrow." Sam hums very swallowing her eyes and focuses no longer on the movie.

"Did you love it right from the start?" She asks you. Finally you look away from the screen to look into her eyes, a gentle smile grazing your lips.

"Pretty much. You'll love it soon too, I bet you will." You tell her, thinking you're still talking about the movie.

But Sam isn't, Sam isn't thinking of the movie at all.

"But I still don't like some parts of it or even understand it, how're you so sure I'll love it?" Sam tries again, blinking slowly.

You shrug your shoulders before moving around the couch to sit next to her, your thighs touching as you smile at her.

"Give it a chance, this is your first time watching it right?" Sam nods her head. "Then give it a chance, you might surprise yourself and actually really like it in the end."

"Go on a date with me." Sam abruptly asks, barely giving you time to finish your sentence. Her eyes gazed into yours as a small smile nervously appeared on her lips.

Holy fucking shit.

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lyraelizabethfay · 5 months

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Hello there! Can you do a comfort fic were Vanessa helps the reader who is scared of the dark during a power outage?

<3!

Power Outage.

Vanessa Shelly x reader

Summary: Whole trying to fix one of the animatronics who’d broken down, the power goes out. Vanessa takes this time to sneak up on you.

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 870

A/N: HIII, ok so I’m getting around to doing the requests, I absolutely love them all. I’m totally not writing this in English after my math exam today, but anyway here’s the one shot I hope you enjoy<3. Sorry it’s not proof read I’m gonna write this really quick in school and post it later tonight.

Updated A/N: ok so this took a few extra days to do because I’m sick, but hopefully you all finally loke this and I’ll start working on the other request ASSP! Keep sending them in because I love your ideas

‘Nessssss’ you whined with your head in your hands and elbows propped up on your knees, you had been sat in front of Bonnie for about 2 hours now trying to fix this damn robot. It was roughly 4Am and the stupid thing had broken down, lucky Vanessa was with you.

‘Just a few more minutes baby’ Vanessa said kissing the top of your head and grabbing one of Bonnie’s wires, you smiled to yourself from the nickname. It was nice having someone care about you as much as Vanessa did she made you happy and you made her happy to. ‘But you said that 20 minuets ago’ you pouted up at her trying to give her the best puppy dog eyes you could, which only made Vanessa burst into laughter.

‘Your so cute when your pouty’ she laughed ruffling your hair.

‘HEY!’ You started to protest, all thought the blush on your face and your massive smile gave it away that you weren’t mad at all, when suddenly there was a loud humming noise and the electricity gave out.

‘What the-‘ you said to yourself as you looked around, your heart rate slowly became more prominent and you noticed how fast it was beating, you looked around panicked your eyes slightly widen. It was almost like a deer in headlights but before you could say anything Vanessa kissed your cheek and murdered something before walking away. You presumed it was something like ‘I’ll go see if I can turn it back on’ or ‘let me go check the office’.

You didn’t want me to left alone in the dark, it’s creepy and to say the least it was terrifying, I mean who would want to be sat in the dark with animatronics that were well…interesting I guess you could say, having them being able to move on their own. You stared at Bonnie hoping he wouldn’t move I mean, his stomach hatch was open as he’d malfunctioned but you never know. You whipped your head around at the sudden noise but nothing was there.

‘God when will Vanessa be back’ you mumbled to yourself, anxiety starting to settle in now, you were terrified of the dark, damn even Vanessa knew this so why did she leave you alone?!

‘Ness?..NESS?’ You searched around panicking as anxiety set in. ‘NESSA?!’ You shouted, god why would she leave you like this? Deciding you didn’t want to wait around for her until you got attack and she didn’t come back in time. You dropped your hand that was on Bonnie’s shoulder to your side and start walking over to the hallway that lead down to the office.

Moving your feet slowly as the world felt heavy beneath you, your heart jumping in your chest and the silence of the pizzeria deafening as you made it to the hallway, the darkness so thick it was like fog.

‘Vanessa.. VANESSA!’ You could out your voice wobbly, you felt like you were about to start crying. Suddenly out of nowhere you felt something on your waist and Vanessa jumped out screaming ‘BOO! Gotcha’ laughing her head off.

‘N-N-Ness?’ You stare at her wide eye as the power slowly turns back on, your lips are trembling and you burst out into tears causing her to stare at you on alarm.

‘Hey hey, baby come her’ She says embracing you into her arms, rubbing her hand up and down your back in a soothing way, your tears soaking her uniform but in all honest she couldn’t give two fucks. She was just glad you were ok, she didn’t think twice before jumping out at you. Moving her hands off your back and moving to the hallway floor bringing you with her, you settle into her lap as her soft fingers move to your hair making small braids or just rubbing her hands through your hair. Your breathing calmed down and you moved your body slightly to look up at her.

‘I’m so sorry baby’ she mutters looking guilty, her hand rubbing circles on your cheek now and drying the rest of your tears. You moved your hand on top of hers and she looked down at you as you smiled at you.

‘ ‘s ok ness, I promise’ You smile at her, god why does she always have to look so pretty, no, gorgeous.

‘You know you look gorgeous Nessa’ you smiled lovingly at your girlfriend, you could see the light blush creep to her face and she lent down to kiss your forehead. Having a great idea you moved to sit up and sit in her lap where your head just was, and kissed her on her nose which made her laugh. God she was perfect, she was pretty, smart, her laugh sounded like music to your ears.

'your stunning then' Ness replied her arms wrapping around your waist when suddenly you both heard a noise, you moved your heads to see Freddy who was trying to sneak away from what looked like the power generator (lucky the backup one was in the office). You both start laughing at the giant bear, maybe he did you both a favour needing a break away from fixing his friend Bonnie.

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hamiltonaf · 11 months

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Day Off | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: @megannandrewss

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Major fluff

A/N: I hope you babes enjoy this. I’ll hopefully be free soon to start taking requests - I will post when you can do so. Much love .xo

It was a Monday, post match day, which means Kylian’s off for two days before he has training. As much as I love having Kylian at home, it sucked that reality kicks in and I have no choice but to study for finals that are in a week’s time. I feel awful deep down to pretty much abandon him for the day, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I was up by 7:30, the earlier I start then the earlier I would be finished. I groaned and turned over to my bedside table to switch off my alarm, Kylian’s loose grip around my waist had tightened as he pulled me closer against his chest. “Why are you up so early ?” He mumbled into my hair. “I have to study today Ky” I said as I placed my arm over his and played with his fingers. “Noo” he groaned. “Sorry babes” I pouted as I turned around in his grasp to place a kiss on his nose.

“Don’t go yet” he said with his eyes still shut. “Ky I love you but I really have to go study” I pursed my lips. “Studying can wait, these moments are more precious” he said as he tried to pull me closer and held me tighter. I sighed as I gave up arguing with him. “Only 10 minutes” I said which he hummed in reply.

10 minutes had turned into half an hour. I felt time was racing against me and I was losing. It’s as if all these past few days I didn’t get to study as much as I wanted to and procrastinated instead. Now that I felt like I left things for last minute, my anxiety was getting worse.

After some time trying to fight Kylian’s strong grasp, he eventually let me go which I headed straight to shower first. Once I was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, I quickly ate some breakfast and went to my study corner to get started.

I was at peace for an hour at least until Kylian called my name. “I’m here !” I yelled from the end of the dining table. “Aww… I thought you were joking about studying” he pouted as he stood beside me. “Ky, why would I joke about something like that” I furrowed my brows. “I thought you didn’t want to cuddle” he said. “You know that I never deny your cuddles ! Plus, you know me well by now that I’m not a morning person, why would I set an alarm on for 7:30”

“Ooh I actually forgot about that…anyway, when will you be done ?” “Not anytime soon unfortunately. Please don’t wait on me, you’re more than welcome to go out and leave me” I suggested. “Are you kicking me out of my own house ?” He raised a brow. “What ? No !” I said defensively. “I’m just joking… I’m not going to leave you alone. I planned for us to spend the whole day together. If it means me spending time alone to myself or even watch you study until I’m free, so be it” he shrugged. “Cute. But babe you really don’t have to-“ “I want to. I feel like we’re never alone so I’ll just wait” he sighed. “You’re really the best” I smiled at him as he then pecked my lips. “I know” he grinned before walking away.

I did the 20-10 study method - 20 minutes of studying and 10 minutes of a break - which was very effective considering how my last 4 hours went by so quickly. I was pretty satisfied to be done since I covered 1 whole module in a day. As I was wrapping up my work, Kylian yelled from the hall, “Okay that’s it now ma chérie. I played with Achraf for more than 3 hours now. Call it a day please” he pleaded as he finally stood beside me. “I can’t Kyky, I need to study until the evening before I’m all yours” I lied. “You’re lying” he grinned. “No I’m not” I cracked a smile. “Hmm okay, well I’d like to see you study now” he said before attacking my ribs by tickling me.

“No Ky stop !” I yelled in between a fit of giggles. “Never !” He yelled as he continued to tickle me then moving to my neck. I managed to get up from my seat and ran towards the couch. It was pretty much like a game of tag as he chased me around the lounge. Of course he’s faster than me. Once he caught a hold of me, he threw me over his shoulder and laid me down on the couch whilst straddling me. “Please stop with the tickles, I can’t breathe” I said as I caught a hold of his wrists. “Only if you are done studying for the day” he said. “I’m all yours.”

“That’s more like it” he smiled as he sat beside me and pulled me to sit upright to cuddle him. “So what did you plan for us to do today ?” I asked as I laid my head on his chest. “Well, anything really. Besides spending time with you, I wanted us to do something to relieve your stress” he said as he played with my hair. “Awww Kyky” I sat up and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. He smiled at the gesture before continuing to say, “I know how you are for finals, at the same time I don’t want you overworking yourself, you deserve a break. More importantly, I deserve to spend time with my girlfriend.” “Very very valid” I nodded along to what he said.

When we finally settled on a movie, I murmured “How did I get so lucky ?” “What did you say ?” He asked. “How am I so lucky to have someone like you ?” I pouted. He smiled, “No no ma chérie, I’m the lucky one.” “No, Kylian. I am” I raised my voice and played along. “Babe just shut up, I’m the lucky one. Case closed” he said as he pulled me closer to his chest and placed kisses on my forehead.

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munson-blurbs · 2 years

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Saw your requests were open and just had an idea where Eddie survived the bat attack in s4 and is self conscious of the scars they left behind? Can be smut or fluff or fluffy smut I don’t mind :)

One fluffy fix-it fic, coming right up!

Warnings: so much fluff, so much angst, mentions of sex/nudity but no explicit details, descriptions of Demobat attack and scars, mentions of hating one's body

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Thank you for requesting this <3 I am so partial to Eddie's vulnerability, and this was really cathartic for me to write.

"Hey, Steve?" you turn to your friend and co-worker, who is busy checking out a group of 20-something women who just walked into Family Video. "Steve!" you call a little louder, finally getting his attention.

"Huh-what?" he looks over, flustered.

"Hi. Could you stop drooling over those college girls long enough to help me with something?" you tease, but your question is actually serious, something you need to confide in him.

Steve gives you the middle finger but rests his elbows on the counter and leans in. "Sure, fine."

"So you know how you and Robin set me up with Eddie over the summer?" you start, fiddling with your vest. You always play with your clothes when you're nervous.

"Uh-huh," he nods. "And as I recall, it was a great job on our part, because you two have been inseparable ever since." He laughs. "I call best man at the wedding, by the way."

You look down at the ground, tears welling in your eyes. "Steve, I...I don't think there's gonna be a wedding." you confess quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

"Y/N, what's going on? Are you...are you breaking up with him?" Steve looks heartbroken, almost as if you're breaking up with him and not his buddy.

"I think I have to. He's not interested in me anymore, but he won't pull the plug on it. It just keeps dragging on."

Steve wrinkles his nose and furrows his brows. He can't ask his follow-up questions because Robin bursts through the door, ten minutes late for her shift.

"Sorry, sorry, Vickie and I fell asleep and I thought I set an alarm..." she trails off after seeing the puzzled look on Steve's face and the devastated look on yours. "Who died?"

"Y/N and Eddie's relationship," Steve reports sadly as you elbow him.

"What?" Robin screeches, attracting the attention of the customers. She's unbothered by this as she continues, "why did you break up?"

"We didn't break up yet," you say as you glare at Steve, "but I can't stay in a relationship with someone who doesn't want to be with me. It's not fair to either of us."

"Is this a joke?" Robin asks you, then asks Steve: "Is she joking? She has to be joking."

Steve shrugs. "Seems pretty serious to me."

"Y/N, why on God's green Earth would you think that Munson isn't into you?" Robin's eyes keep shifting from you to Steve. "The man never shuts up about how much he loves you, how he 'found the one.' Honestly, it's kinda nauseating."

"Because..." you start, then drop your voice to a whisper, "we've been together for six months and we haven't done anything more than kiss. Fully clothed." You're so embarrassed to admit it. While most 20-year-old guys would be frothing at the mouth to sleep with their partner, or at the very least see them naked, Eddie would always pull the plug on make-out sessions once things got really heated.

Steve and Robin share a knowing look but say nothing.

"What?" you ask, desperate to be in on their secret. "What do you two know that I don't?"

Robin sighs. "Look, I'm the first person to tell girls to dump a loser boyfriend. But Eddie...his situation is more complex than that." She places a comforting hand atop yours. "Just talk to him before you end things, okay? Give him a chance to explain."

"Okay," you agree numbly, although you're not sure if you want an explanation about why your boyfriend is apparently repulsed by you.

After work, you drive to Eddie's trailer. He knows your work schedule and is already waiting outside, shivering in the cold December air.

"Eddie, what are you doing? It's freezing!" you call out as you turn off your car. The sound of your voice immediately puts a smile on his face.

"Waitin' for my girl to come warm me up," he walks over to your old truck to help you out, extending a hand as you hop out of the driver's seat. You take it, and as soon as your feet touch the ground, he pulls you in for a kiss. You're hesitant to return it, very aware of the impending conversation you need to have, and he senses your resistance.

"No kiss?" he asks, pouting his lips. He's so cute that it may kill you. You may literally die of Eddie Munson Sweetness Overload.

"Hey, um, Eds, can we talk inside?" you give his hand a quick squeeze. He stands frozen for a moment but then nods.

"Uh, sure. You're kinda scaring me, though." He shuffles ahead of you to open the door.

"Thanks." Your voice is barely audible. You make a beeline for the couch and pat the spot next to you. Eddie sits and takes your hands in his.

"Eddie, I need you to be honest with me. I'm tough; I can take it," you crack a small smile, trying to be brave when you actually feel like sobbing. "Do you want to be with me?"

Your boyfriend's eyes widen. "Of-of course, baby. Why would you think that I don't? I practically worship the ground you walk on. Just ask Steve and Robin!"

"Then h-how come," your voice breaks and you try to blink back tears, "how come you keep pushing me away when I try to take things farther? I don't want to pressure you, and I respect if you're not ready, but..." You feel a tear slide down your cheek and you get frustrated with your own emotions. "It's okay if you're not attracted to me," you finish quietly.

"Oh. Oh, sweetheart," he pulls you in for a tight hug, as close as he can get while sitting on a sofa. "Baby, that's not it at all. You are the most beautiful, sexy, incredibly gorgeous woman I've ever met." He rubs his eyes and you can practically see him overthinking. "Come with me," he says and leads you into his room.

"Now you're scaring me," you muse but listen. He moves an empty box of Honeycomb cereal from his bed onto his already overflowing dresser and sits you down.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound...insane, at the very least. But you can ask Robin and Steve. Even Dustin, although he's never much of a reliable source anyway."

And then Eddie launches into a story about a place called the Upside Down, a pseudo-Hawkins that's overrun with monsters and controlled by someone called Vecna. Vecna, he explains, is the reason why Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick died, and why Max was in a coma.

"And-and you remember the Starcourt Mall fire?" He's sputtering now, as though he's unable to stop talking now that he's started. "That damage was actually caused by a creature called the Mind Flayer. And it was defeated by Mike Wheeler's telekinetic girlfriend and Henderson's super genius girlfriend." He goes on about the Hawkins Lab, Russian involvement, government cover-ups, the Will Byers case that got his little sheep involved in this mess. You take it all in, processing the information silently.

Finally, after you stay silent for longer than Eddie would like, you tell him the words he's needed to hear: "I believe you."

"You do?"

"Yeah. There's always been something weird about this town, all of the disappearances and deaths and fires. I have a lot of follow-up questions," you joke lightly. "But...Eddie, what does this have to do with us not having sex? Does Vecna spare virgins? Because I hate to break it to you, it's a little late for both of us if that's the case."

Eddie shakes his head, tousling his curly mop of hair. "No, that's not it. When I got wrapped up in this, I was so determined to be a hero. I didn't think I had it in me, but after I played Sweetheart in the Upside Down, I just got this...rush, you know? This overwhelming urge to avenge all these deaths, to protect my friends. To be the hero I was too afraid to be outside of Hellfire." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"After Henderson and I ran back to Hawkins--the real Hawkins--the Demobats followed us. They were gonna infiltrate, so I-I went back."

"You went back?" you ask incredulously.

He offers a tight smile. "Hard to believe, isn't it? The same guy who's scared to show you a little vulnerability was voluntarily fighting off a swarm of bats in an alternate dimension."

"What happened?" you whisper, too stunned to cry, though you feel the tears prickling.

"They attacked me. It was awful. The screeching, the bites that seemed to come from all directions, like they wouldn't stop until..." He's trembling and lets out a heaving sob. "Dustin and Steve dragged me out, got me to the hospital just in time. A few more minutes and I wouldn't be here."

"No," you say involuntarily, not wanting to picture a world without Eddie Munson. Your Eddie.

"And every time I see the scars, I just think about how ugly they are, how ugly I am. I promised myself that I'd never let anyone else see them. But when I went to visit Robin and Steve at Family Video and I saw you, so damn pretty even in that horrendous uniform." You can't help but giggle at the compliment. "Harrington was totally oblivious, but Robin noticed me staring at you right away and told me that I'd be a complete moron if I survived all of that and didn't even attempt to get your number."

"That's why you came to visit when they weren't working," you mused, mostly to yourself.

"Honestly, I figured we'd go out, you'd realize what a loser I am, and that would be it. I never thought..." he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, "never thought that we'd love each other this much."

"Of course I love you, Eddie. I'll always love you," you reassure him. "And I'll keep loving you after you show me your scars."

"Okay. I'll show you. But I want to warn you, even though they're healing well, they're still..."

You interrupt him gently. "It's okay. I'm ready."

Eddie nods and stands up. He slowly lifts his shirt and grimaces slightly. You stifle a gasp. His torso is marred with grotesque bite marks, fading but still prominent. There are parts of his skin that look mismatched, and you realize that the Demobats took so much of him that he needed skin grafts. You hear a sniffle; he's crying harder, and you wipe the tears from his face.

"Can I touch them?" you whisper. "Or will it hurt too much?"

"Just be gentle," he concedes. You lightly run a finger over the pink ridges, in awe of his courage.

"Eddie, you're so beautiful," you say finally and allow yourself to cry alongside him. "How could you ever believe that I'd think otherwise?" You lean in and place soft, purposeful kisses all over his chest and stomach.

"You don't think they're disgusting?" He looks down, defeated. "Because I do. I hate them. Hate them so fucking much."

"I think..." you choose your words carefully. "If I could take away the pain you went through, the pain that led to these scars, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But the scars themselves? Never." You pull him back down so he's sitting next to you again. "They're part of you, and I love every part of you."

Eddie takes your face in his strong hands and kisses you until you're both forced to come up for air.

"I'm not really ready to take my shirt off for long periods of time. I don't even like to shower anymore because I don't want to see them. I just do it so I don't smell for you." He smiles through his tears.

"And I am so appreciative," you joke back. "We don't have to do anything involving undressing until you're ready, Eds. There's no pressure, okay?" You pause for a moment before asking, "But if your concern was with me seeing you, why did you always stop me when I tried to take off my shirt?"

Eddie bows his head bashfully. "I didn't want you to think I was just some douchebag trying to get you naked without ever, y'know, reciprocating."

"So what you're saying is that you're okay with me..."

"Sweetheart, I am more than okay with that," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your lips. "I think about it more than one man should, honestly."

You pull your legs underneath you and snuggle into Eddie's chest. "Good to know." He looks at you amusedly and you clarify. "I'm being serious! I'm glad you like the way I look. I was worried that you didn't."

His arm snakes its way over your shoulder. "Never want you to feel like that again."

You hold out your pinky. "Promise me that we won't hide from each other anymore. When something upset us, about ourselves or about each other, we'll be honest about it."

Eddie smiles, a sight so beautiful that it takes your breath away. He wraps his pinky around yours.

"I promise."

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butmakeitgayblog · 4 months

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ADHD here, please tell me, teach me, write instruction to how brush and floss your teeth three times a day.

Please.

Do you set alarm clocks? Do you have apps that reminds you? T_T

And no, wisdom teeth ARE NOT easy.

I gotchu

👇👇👇👇

Nope no apps or alarms. It's all less about a schedule, and more just working it into your eating routine. Making flossing and brushing part of your eating process is the easiest way rather than just relying on memory or "oop it's 1pm, gotta brush!" when you may not even eat lunch until 2, you get me?

Here's my process:

1. Brush before you eat breakfast. If you feel a bit nauseous in the mornings, try and sip some water to settle it down, but whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything other than water before your first brush. Why?

Eating softens the enamel! Acidic drinks (coffee, juice, etc) softens the enamel! If you eat/drink and then brush, you are quite literally brushing away your teefie's lil coat of armor!

2. Brush yo damn tongue. I know it sucks. I know you'll gag. It's hell. Do it anyway. I'm suffering with you ✊

3. Don't just go crazy everywhere in there. If you're zigzagging around your mouth like it's Mario kart, you're missing spots. I brush in sections to guarentee coverage. Top right molars - front, bottom, back, back edge. Bottom right molars - front, top, back, back edge. Etc. In total, six sections each brushed exactly the same.

I'm fully aware written down it sounds OCD levels of bullshit, but I promise, it's the same 2-3 minutes spent brushing as usual, just organized and effective rather than pure chaos and a prayer of plaque removal 🥴

Also, don't brush too hard. If your bristles are bent and smooshed, ease up my god you're brushing away the enamel by force 😳

4. After you brush and spit - Do. Not. Rinse.

Don't.

Put the water down.

If at most you have to refresh the tongue from feeling weirdly coated, take a tiny sip of water and gurgle only on the back of the tongue and spit.

I say this because the longer the toothpaste stays on your teeth, the better. You want that flouride and whatnot doing its thing on your enamel and gum line as long as possible, so give it as much time as you can and let your mouth naturally clean it out. It will.

5. Floss after every meal. Every one. It will become a habit and you'll start to hate the feeling of not flossing after. Floss after snacks!!! If it's solid food, floss. Period. Flossers can and will become your best friend because they are so convenient. I love them, I just keep a few in the zipper part of my wallet and whenever I'm out, I can (and do) floss on the go.

Side note, there is a right and wrong way to floss. So, be mindful of that.

6. Other than morning time, brush after meals when you can, HOWEVER!!!! WAIT AT LEAST 20 MINUTES (see part 1.) In those 20 minutes after you finish eating, drink water and thoroughly swish it around your mouth to help dilute the acid sitting on your teeth. Floss during this time as well to get the crud out from between your teeth so it's not just sitting there. If you're out in public or at a job where you can't brush after lunch, brush as soon as you get home. Literally take off your shoes, hang up your coat, kiss your pet (or spouse or... idk houseplant) hello, and then go brush.

8. After your final brushing of the day, eat or drink nothing else but water. Nothing.

Look at me

Nothing else ಠ_ಠ

If you do want to eat or drink again, gonna have to wait 20 min and brush again 🤷‍♀️

So you see, it's less about a schedule and more just working the act of brushing and flossing into your normal eating routine. Make the two synonymous. Make it part of your meal process. Eat. Floss. Rinse with water. Wait, then brush.

Important*****

For those who have days when they cannot mentally or physically make themselves brush, listen to me. I understand. It's ok. Believe me, I do know more than I ever say on here. But don't do nothing. If that is you, keep a small bottle of listerine next to your bed/chair so you can swish and spit. Buy a bag of flossers and keep those near you to at least floss. Buy those little one use brusher sticks/a clean rag and toothpaste and use those. If that's the best you can do, there's no shame in that. I promise your future self will be so, so grateful for these little things, because even a little is better than nothing. And in the end you deserve to have your mouth feel fresh, even when you yourself don't have the spoons to do much else.

#anon #i take teeth hygiene very seriously lol #my mom had so many teeth problems and my aunt spent THOUSANDS on her teeth #i just realized young that I did not want that to be me #and having lived the majority of my life without dental insurance it's always been a very do or die thing #cuz if something goes catastrophically wrong i can't afford to fix it #so maintenance has always been the name of the game for me

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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Strangers?

Part Seven

previous part final part

Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption. This author would like to say that the next part will be the last of this fanfic. So enjoy!

You're unsure how to react to the fact that your mother and Conrad have been discussing the appropriate baking time for cookies for at least thirty minutes. He insists your mother used to bake them for a maximum of 20 minutes, while she stubbornly claims they need more time for a crispier texture. Your mother decided to bake cookies for you all to enjoy with tea. Conrad offered to help her, and now you're setting the kitchen table for an afternoon tea together.

Your mother asks after expressing her interest in learning more about Conrad and him starting to open up about his life: "So do you have a younger brother who was with both of you at the beach yesterday?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to make it clear that I respected your daughter, and we were accompanied by my brother and sister-in-law," Conrad responds, attempting to be well-mannered, perhaps a bit overly formal.

"Darling, I have complete trust in my daughter. I'm sure you all behaved well yesterday. And there's no need to call me 'ma'am'; Y/M/N is fine with me." Your mother says, taking the cookies out of the oven and placing them on the table with Conrad's assistance.

"How about we set the interrogation aside and enjoy the food?" You suggest, bringing cups and plates to the table. You smile as you catch Conrad expressing gratitude for the idea out of the corner of your eye.

"Just one last question before we have tea together: what are your intentions with my little girl?" Your mother asks with a serious expression. Conrad looks like a frightened mouse upon hearing your mother's question, and you disapprove your mother attitude with a glance.

Conrad responds sincerely as if it was the most natural and quick response he can think of — "The best and most genuine intentions, ma'am. We shared a special connection that I would like to develop, with her consent, of course."

"She'd like to say that she doesn't enjoy seeing her mom interrogating the guy she just met and found Conrad's intentions interesting." You respond confidently. Your mother, munching on a cookie, seems to grasp that you prefer not to delve into the details of this 'new relationship.' She then offers more tea and cookies to Conrad. He was about to accept when he received a call and hastily excused himself from the table.

"Mom, no more questions when Conrad comes back. I don't want to scare the guy." You add, emphasizing your desire to keep the atmosphere relaxed.

"I just wanted to make sure he's the right guy to date my only daughter. You can't blame me." Your mother says, expressing her protective instincts. Before you could say anything, Conrad returns to the table looking agitated. He seems somewhat concerned, piquing your curiosity.

"Did something bad happen?" You ask, gently holding Conrad's hand. He looks at you with a certain tenderness before responding.

"It seems like Jeremiah and Belly had an argument, and she asked for some time to think. She called me because she needed to talk to someone who would understand." Conrad explains. Something inside you is awakened when you hear Belly and Jeremiah in the same sentence. It looks like a car alarm going off in your head. You know deep down why Belly called Conrad.

"You should go check on her. I'm sure she needs you." You say, trying not to appear hurt by the idea of him leaving. However, you understand that he cares for her, so it's best for him to go and comfort her, right?

"Sorry for the question, but who is Belly?" your mother asks, and you and Conrad exchange glances before responding.

Conrad says, "My sister-in-law." and you respond at the same time, "His ex-girlfriend." The conflicting responses create a moment of shared surprise between you and Conrad.

"It seems complicated, but I also think you should support the person who called you. If she reached out, she trusts you to know she needs help." Your mother advises Conrad. He seems convinced that he should go after Belly. You are confused about why you feel uncomfortable with the idea of him going, if you yourself are encouraging him to go.

"I apologize for having to rush out, but thank you so much for welcoming me into your home so spontaneously." Conrad expresses, expressing gratitude as he prepares to leave. His mother says softly that it was a pleasure to welcome him to your home and that he could come back whenever he wanted. She gives him a jar of cookies to take and they say goodbye in front of the house. You follow Conrad to his car almost without making a sound.

"Drive safely. The traffic is a bit hectic now, but I hope you'll manage..." Just as you're about to finish speaking, Conrad leans in and kisses you. A kiss that seems to convey more than words. I can sense that it's our way of saying goodbye.

"You were the best surprise I've had in months, I'll come back as soon as I sort things out with Belly and Jeremiah." Conrad seems to be embracing a truth that you know only exists in fairy tales. Unfortunately, in the real world, there's no "and they lived happily ever after..."

"You should go after the woman you love and help her. The longer it takes, the riskier it becomes for you." You avoid directly responding to Conrad. Clinging to false hopes would only hurt you now. Conrad hesitates, it's as if he doesn't want to leave your side. Without saying anything more, he gets into the car and drives away.

And so two months have passed since you met Conrad for the first time, since you were enchanted by him and let yourself be swept away by someone whose heart belonged to someone else. You're finishing getting ready for your third job interview this week. An opportunity at a university cafeteria that is not far from your home has presented itself and you are optimistic about what fate has in store for you. You left home almost late, not having time to say good morning to your mother or have a decent breakfast. But you convince yourself that a slice of pizza from last night and coffee are all you need. You're in such a rush that you don't even notice that you're running like crazy around the university campus without being able to find the cafeteria. You only stop when you bump into someone in the middle of the road. The two of you in positions opposite each other.

"Of all the people I imagined myself bumping into on campus, I never imagined I would have the privilege of bumping into you." You hear that voice and recognize its owner right away.

"Conrad?" You ask, looking directly at Conrad, who is smiling unabashedly at you. It must be fate playing with you.

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Hi! Could you do some hdcs of spending new years with the evans?

Spending New Years Eve with the Evans

Thank you for the request love <33

Tate Langdon:

I see Tate as a night owl, so he like have no problem staying up until at least midnight

You two would chill out in your room (his old room) and listen to music, while on your laptop there’s a countdown to the new year

You two would talk about resolutions and other things as well, while Tate sits up resting against a wall, while your head is in his lap, looking up at him

You two would probably play a few games together

You’d be so relaxed that you would actually start to fall asleep in Tate’s lap, so when it finally hits the new year, Tate will lean down and whisper into your ear “it’s the new year baby” while kissing your cheek

Kit Walker:

You’d have two kids to look after, and they’d be determined to make it until midnight, but probably fall asleep at 8, since Kit has them trained to go to bed early

So, at about 8:30 pm, the kids are fast asleep on the couch

Kit will pick both of them up, and take them to their beds

They’ll wake up and ask “did we make it to midnight daddy?” To which he’d softly say “yes you did, you did so good baby,”

Then, you two would tuck them in, leaving a kiss on each one of their foreheads

Closing the door behind you, Kit and you would continue staying up until midnight

You two would dance to music and get a little bit tipsy

Just a little bit

Well he’d be a little tipsy

You’d be a lotta bit tipsy

And by tipsy

I mean borderline drunk

So he’d also put you to bed, tucking you in and leaving a kiss on your forehead and on the tip of your nose

Kyle Spencer:

You two would attend a party that all the guys from Cappa Gamma were going to

You and Kyle would most likely sneak out back and hang out and talk

If there was a pool, you’d dip your legs in the pool

You’d drink some alcohol, but overall wouldn’t even really be tipsy

You and Kyle dancing to music together

Stopping fights

Kyle stopping his frat guys to not make any stupid decisions

You two would kiss at midnight, then not want to stop kissing, so you’d go back to the frat house into Kyle’s bedroom. You can guess what happened next

Jimmy Darling:

The freak show is more busy on New Year’s Eve since everyone comes to see a live performance

A few more acts being put in just because it’s new years

Afterwards him taking you to the forest and to a clearing

Jimmy would have a blanket and a candle set up

You would be leaning against him while watching the stars and talking

Jimmy would set an alarm on his watch to go off at midnight, where you to would kiss to celebrate the new year

Kai Anderson:

He would sit everyone down in the cult and make resolutions, including you in the meeting as well

Would make everyone make at least 20 goals

Afterwards, Kai and you would go upstairs and yk ;)

Because about 10 of Kai’s goals were for a messiah baby

So you two got an early start

Rip to you

You’ll be remembered

Evan Peters:

You two and some friends would go to a karaoke bar

You two would get drunk and sing horribly to songs

You and Evan singing love songs

Evan cheering you on loudly whenever you sing

Evan getting waaaay too into the whole thing

Puts on a whole goddamn show

Would kiss for about a minute when the new year came

Not the only thing that came that night

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Saving You (1)

“Let me get a coke please?” I heard from behind me and I turned to see Rafe Cameron standing at the counter money in his hand. “Wow Rafe Cameron knowing the word please? Is the world ending?” I teased smiling at him grabbing a cup and filling it with ice and coke handing it to him as he handed me the cash. “Oh cmon now sweetheart I always say please and thank you to you.” He leaned onto the counter taking a sip of his drink looking at me the entire time and at the moment all I could focus on was his lips wrapped around the straw and i imagined how they would feel on mine but a guy like Rafe would never like me. He was the kook prince and I was a Pogue. Yeah we flirted with each other but it was just a fun work thing. He always came in and I was always working so he became one of my regulars.

“It is always a pleasure to serve you.” “Oh yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow a small smirk pulling on his lips. “Yeah you tip well.” He chuckled softly going to say something but his friends called him over. “Same time and place tomorrow?” “I’ll be here.” He winked at me before grabbing his drink and heading back over to his friends. I was making my way around all my tables cleaning them and making sure the guests that are here are all set. I got people their drink refills and I tried not to blush as I felt Rafes stare as I ran around the restaurant. I started doing my closing work excited that we closed in 20 minutes and I could go home that was until a party of 12 walked in.

I sighed knowing there was no way I was going to leave on time anymore and I got their drinks, put their orders in and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. They were the rudest people I have ever had to deal with and they left the biggest mess for me to clean up. “Here let me help you.” Rafe grabbed the broom and started sweeping under the table and I stood there frozen, shocked that the Rafe Cameron was helping me clean a mess he didn’t make. “You know if I’m gonna do all your work I should get some of your tips.” He joked smiling and I giggled nudging him slightly and cleared all the plates off the table and wiped it down.

“I’m sorry they treated you like shit, you gave them the best service I’ve ever witnessed.” Rafe made himself comfortable on one of the stools as I finished cleaning. “Some people just like to bitch.” I shrugged sorta being used to being treated like shit. “Thank you for helping me.” I sincerely meant it, if it wasn’t for him I would’ve been stuck at work for another hour at least. “Of course beautiful.” He flashed his pearly whites at me and slipped a $100 into my apron. “Rafe no that’s too much.” I reached into my apron to hand him back the money but he moved back with his hands up in the air. “I’m not taking it back, you earned it.” He placed his hand on mine to stop it from grabbing the cash and I thanked him before locking the doors and grabbing my bike.

“See ya tomorrow.” He winked getting into his truck driving off as I climbed onto my bike pedaling home. Once I arrived at home I saw that the lights were still on and I gulped tiptoeing in trying not to make a sound. “You’re late.” I heard my dad say in a hateful, dry voice and I turned slowly to face him not knowing what to expect next. “Yeah a big party came in 20 minutes before close.” He closed the magazine he was reading standing up and walking towards me. My eyes were glued to the floor scared of what he’s going to do. “Look at me.” My eyes trailed up and right when I looked into his eyes he smacked me across the face and started yelling about how I have to be home on time. I ran into my room shutting my door and looking at myself in the mirror seeing a bruise already starting to form on my cheekbone.

I curled up under my blankets crying myself to sleep already dreading my workday tomorrow. The next morning my alarm blared next to my ear startling me awake and I groaned throwing the blankets off of me getting up to get ready. An hour later I went to work doing my normal morning routine my mind being occupied with the thoughts of my dad hitting me and cursing me out. My mood instantly brightened when I saw Rafe walk through the door and towards me with the same expression on his face as me. “Beer or coke?” When he was around I couldn’t stop smiling, he brought out the best in me and the happiness in me. “I’ll take a beer, got a long day on the course.” I grabbed his favorite beer out of the cooler opening it and handing it to him.

“So what are your plans after work?” He asked taking a swig of his beer and I let out a wholeheartedly laugh and he looked confused as to why I was laughing. “I’m all here all day basically every day. There is no life after work. I’ll die here.” I teased excusing myself to take care of a couple. As I was taking their order my eyes drifted over to Rafe who was still leaning against the counter staring at me. When he realized he caught my attention he started making funny faces and I pressed my tongue to the inside of my cheek trying not to laugh.

“Fuck you.” I smacked his arm with my book laughing and he took a sip of his beer shrugging and looking down at me. “If you’re down, I’m down.” I scoffed a small smile and blush on my face. He was just kidding right? Yes, of course he was just kidding he would never want to fuck me. It’s just a work + customer fling thing. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I raised my eyebrows at him my big eyes staring up at him and i batted my eyelashes and he almost choked on his beer at the sight.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Rafe licked his lips as he stared at mine. “Like what?” I acted dumb leaning forward onto the counter giving him the same look which I’m sure came off as a “please fuck me” look. “Like that.” Rafe whispered coming down to lean across from me his eyes shifting between my eyes and lips. “Rafe what the hell man?! Come on.” One of his friends bursted in grabbing Rafes sleeve dragging him out as Rafe continued to look at me the whole way out. I shook my thoughts away from what just happened between my Rafe. The tension was incredibly strong on my end and I just hoped he felt the same thing.

Rafes POV

“Damn bro what’s up with you today? You suck.” Topper said making me roll my eyes. He was right though I was sucking today, Y/N was occupying my entire mind. Her beautiful hair, beautiful smile, lips, nose, freckles, her whole face was gorgeous and god the way she was looking at me earlier made me crazy. All I could think about was her looking up at me on her knees like that. “Just an off day.” I shrugged placing my golf bag in the back of the cart getting in after. “Have something to do with the girl earlier?” “What? No absolutely not.” I lied straight through my teeth driving the golf cart to the next hole.

By the end of the day it was pouring rain and dark and I ended up averaging a score of 89 which wasn’t completely awful but wasn’t my best either. Before I left I stopped by the restaurant to see if Y/N was still there and needed a ride home but was told she left 10 minutes ago. I huffed climbing into my truck driving towards the cut hoping to find Y/N along the road. My windshield wipers were going the fastest they could go the rain making it impossible for me to see the road but I was able to spot a small figure on the side of the road walking in her work uniform with a small raincoat.

I pulled up next to her parking my truck and opening the passenger door from my seat. She jumped slightly scared at the sudden truck that stopped. “Get in.” I smiled down at her and she returned the favor climbing into the seat shutting her door. “Thank you Rafe. I really really appreciate this.” She thanked me sincerity in her voice and I turned up the heat to warm her up which she sent me a smile for. “How was golf?” She asked me and I chuckled debating on telling her that she was on my mind the entire time. “It was okay. Mind was kinda somewhere else.” "Isn't it always?" She joked her bright beautiful smile lighting up her face. "Ha ha."

"Once again Rafe, thank you so much." She turned to look at me once we reached her house her hand landing on my arm and my heart race increased at the touch wanting her to touch me in more places. "Yeah of course, anytime. If you need me to pick you up or anything call me." I grabbed her phone having her unlock it and I put my number in her phone handing it back. She gave me a quick smile leaning over to kiss my cheek quickly before hopping out of the truck and heading inside her house. I stayed to make sure she got in okay and I drove off a smile on my face and as I was at a red light I realized she left her work apron and serving book in my truck.

I turned around heading back to her house pulling into her driveway seeing her and her dad standing in their living room and it looked like they were arguing. I debated on whether or not I should knock on their door at this moment or just leave her things in the mailbox. My mind was made up when I saw her dad throw a plate at her and approach her and hit and smack her. I saw red, my blood boiling and I stormed inside their house pulling her dad off of her and sending a punch to his face.

"Don't fucking touch her." I growled through gritted teeth kneeling over him sending multiple punches to his old, wrinkled, ugly face. Once he was to beat and bloody to move I got up heading over to Y/N who was crying and cowarding in the corner. "It's okay Y/N, I got you." I picked her up carefully taking her out to my truck placing her in the passenger seat. "Where are you taking me?" She sniffled wiping her tears with her shirt. "You're staying with me. I'm not letting you back in that house with him still there." I grabbed her hand gently not wanting to startle her or freak her out and I caressed the back of her hand with my thumb bringing it up to my lips placing a kiss on it.

Her crying died down slowly as she leaned her head on my bicep her hand wrapping around my lower arm. The drive to my house was quiet and long and when we arrived I opened the car door for me holding out my hand for her to take which she kindly accepted and I lead her inside my house and up to my room. She sat on my bed playing with her hands and I could tell she felt awkward and nervous being in here. "Not to sound ungrateful because I am very grateful but what were you doing at my house?" She leaned back on her hands looking up at me. "You left your apron and book in my truck, I was going to drop it off and then I saw him." I pulled out a pair of shorts and a top handing it to her. "Topper, Kelce, and I will go to your house tomorrow to get all your things and you are obviously more than welcome to come with since it's your house but only if you're comfortable."

"I'll go I don't need all of you seeing my undergarments." She chuckled standing up and heading into my bathroom to change into my clothes. I untucked the blankets for her, turned on netflix and got her a cup of water for the night. I was sitting on my bed looking through my phone when I heard the door open and I looked up seeing her look more beautiful than ever. I stood up so she would feel more comfortable laying on the bed. She got under the blankets putting a movie on and I shut the lights off about to leave. "Rafe?" I heard her quiet, broken voice and I turned around to see her fiddling with a part of the blanket and I realized she fiddled with things when she was nervous.

"Yeah?" "Could you um stay with me tonight?" She didn't look at me when she asked and I had to contain my smile and I closed my door getting into bed behind her. "I'm sorry, it's just my dad is crazy and I'm scared he's gonna find me here." Her voice was barely above a whisper and I could tell she was trying not to cry. "No need to apologize. If he ever tries to hurt you again he has to go through me and I'm not going to let that happen." "Thank you for caring about me Rafe. The last time someone found out about what my dad does to me, they didn't do anything and let it happen." My heart broke when hearing that someone knew that she got abused and did absolutely fucking nothing to save her from it. "I'll always care about you." She didn't say anything to that and I assumed she had fallen asleep, I'm sure she never got a good night sleep at her house. 20 minutes later I peeked over her shoulder to see if she was asleep but she had her eyes open and was staring at my wall.

"Go to sleep beautiful, you're safe." I wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her close to my chest feeling her instantly relax against my body and her eyes fluttered closed slipping into a deep sleep. I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck letting myself drift off to sleep with the girl I am absolutely in love with.

Y/Ns POV

I woke up the next morning excited to be able to wake up to Rafe but when I woke up I didn't feel his warm body against mine making me frown slightly. I brushed my teeth then made my way downstairs and about halfway down the stairs the smell of pancakes and sausage filled my nostrils. I walked into the kitchen seeing Rafe at the stove shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Who are you and what have you done with Rafe Cameron?" I never would've guessed Rafe was so sweet and caring and a good cook. "This is the behind the scenes Rafe Cameron." He teased back putting the pancakes and sausage on a plate and sliding it over to me. I took a bite of the pancake moaning quietly at the taste. It was the best pancake I’ve ever tasted.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I said with my mouthful pointing to the food with my fork. “Thank you gorgeous.” He winked at me making my cheeks turn pink as I continued eating. “So Kelce and Topper will be here in an hour. Are you sure you’re okay with going?” Rafe asked turning his body slightly to face me. “Yeah but won’t they think it’s weird that you’re helping a Pogue?” His body tensed at the question knowing I was right and that they wouldn’t say anything but would definitely think it was odd. “I don’t give a fuck what they think.” He stood up refilling his water and I couldn’t help but to look at his back muscles and how they looked so godly even when they weren’t flexed.

“Do you mind if I shower?” I asked sheepishly pushing the rest of my food around my plate. “Yeah of course. Cmon I’ll turn it on for you and I’ll get you a pair of my clothes.” He grabbed the plate from me washing it and putting it in the dishwater. He headed up to his room going into the bathroom getting the water hot for me and I was looking around his room and it was expected for a boys room, he had golf posters hanging around and some records of his favorite artists. “Here’s a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.” He held them up for me which I gladly accepted and bit my lip wondering why he was being so sweet and kind to me when I was nothing special especially to him.

He was right above to leave the room but he turned around when my voice betrayed my mind. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He look dumbfounded that I asked that and he walked over to me standing right in front of me his body towering over mine his gaze intense. "I care about you, you're too sweet and innocent to be treated like shit. You deserve everything." Before I could react he walked out of the room closing the door behind him. I stripped myself out of his prior clothes putting on the new ones running my hands through my hair to try to get the knots out.

Rafes POV

I was leaning against the closed door waiting for her to change biting my nails while I did so and I turned my head looking at the door sadness, sympathy, love filling my eyes. I just couldn't wrap my head around how her own father could lay his hands on her like that and physically hurt her. Especially someone as beautiful, innocent and pure as her. She opened the door her hands running through the ends of her hair my mind being filled with thoughts of how beautiful she is, and how I love that clothes are huge on her making her look even more beautiful. "You're staring Cameron." Her pearly whites were shining at me her voice having a mocking tone to it and I smirked knowing I couldn't cover it up and honestly I didn't want to. I wanted her to pick up the hints that I was in love with her cause if I'm gonna be honest I'm too scared.

"You would be too if something so beautiful was in front of you." Her cheeks flushed red as she looked down her hair falling in front of her face covering it. I reached up tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear cupping her cheek and I could tell her mind was racing so was her heart and I leaned in slightly caressing her cheek going in for a kiss. My heart fluttered when realizing that she was leaning in too which meant she also wanted this making me not so nervous to kiss her.

"We're here Cameron!" Toppers voice boomed through my house and we both stopped leaning in and I closed my eyes licking my lips in frustaration wanting to punch Topper for ruining this moment for me. I decided against kissing her in this kinda moment wanting it to be more special and romantic. I kissed her cheek walking down the stairs to see my two best friends standing in the kitchen eating my snacks. "Stop eating my food fuckers." I grabbed the chips out of their hands placing them on the counter as they both rolled their eyes at me, their eyes trailing over my shoulder and I knew it was because Y/N was coming.

"Hi. I'm Kelce and this is Topper." A small smile appeared on my face happy that Kelce was being nice to her. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"So we'll follow you guys?" Kelce asked taking another snack that was out on the counter and I rolled my eyes letting him have it. "Yeah let's go." I grabbed my keys heading out the house opening the door for Y/N and getting in the drivers seat. We didn't talk about the almost kiss the whole ride, we just put on music and sang to songs together until we reached her house. I parked my car in front, Topper and Kelce behind me and I got out of the car walking to them explaining to them to leave him up to me if he tries to hurt her. As I was walking to her side Topper and Kelce walked past me and Topper whispered something as he walked by. "Knew you liked her." A cocky smile on his face as they waited in front of the porch.

I opened her door and I could see the fear on her face as she looked at her house. "You don't have to come in, but if you do I'm going to protect you." I held out my hand for her to take and she hesitated but ended up taking it stepping out of the car taking a deep breathe before walking up the stairs and opening the door quietly. Her dad was passed out on the couch beer bottle in hand, she bit her lip looking away and walking to her room grabbing two duffle bags starting to throw shit in. We all helped her pack her necessities grabbing another bag and putting her trinkets and makeup in another bag.

"Ha knew you were a whore, didn't think you were brave enough to bring all your fucks here." We heard her dad slur behind us my jaw clenching in anger disgust filling my body at how he acts and treats the only person he has. "What the fuck did you just say?" I went to step up to him but Y/N grabbed my arm shaking her head as I looked at her pulling me back. "Should've hit you harder to make you understand your lessons." He took another swig of his beer and I ran my tongue across my teeth walking up to him punching him in the face, his beer spilling all over him and I pushed him backwards into the wall his body falling on the ground. “Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit.” I spat down at him my face contorted in anger my hands in fists at my sides my breathing was rapid trying to control myself not to beat him.

“She’s not worth your time, just like how her mother wasn’t worth mine.” He slurred out on the ground and I saw red I kicked the bastard across the face kneeling next to him punching his face ruthlessly leaning away from his body when hearing him groaning in pain. Y/N walked up besides me a family photo in her hand and she looked at it before throwing it at her father. “Hope the drugs were worth losing your family.” She snarled at him grabbing her bags heading out the door placing them on the ground waiting for me to unlock the truck. The guys and I grabbed the rest of her things taking it out to the cars and I loaded up mine and headed back to my house.

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allie-campbell-bradshaw · 7 months

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Chapter 6: Bet

A/N: I’m BACK! Welcome to the sixth chapter of Top Gun: Baby, a love story following Bradley Bradshaw and Allie Campbell. This story is sequential, so if you have not already read the first few chapters, please go back and do so! All links to chapters and their mood boards can be found on my masterlist. I mention this in my notes for every chapter, but just in case you missed it– I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post. Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of nudity

BRADLEY’S POV

Thank God for Sunday! Not long after she left, Emmett texted me that he was going to need the room for a few hours, which didn’t actually end up mattering because I stayed on the Bay until sunrise with some other midshipmen.

When I got back to our dorm room, Emmett was passed out naked on his bed, bare ass completely exposed as he laid on his stomach. There were 3 empty condom wrappers on his desk, and the whole room gifted the aroma of sex.

He laid there snoring as I sunk down onto my bed, finally feeling the exhaustion of pulling an all-nighter overwhelm my being. Never again! I’m not young enough for this shit anymore. Luckily for me, I was able to quickly shut my mind off, falling into a deep sleep. The best part about being this exhausted…No nightmares!

I spent most of the day sleeping. Although, Emmett was convinced I was hung over. He tried to give me a rundown of everything that happened on Saturday, but I interrupted him, claiming that I didn’t need to hear it.

Before I knew it, we were waking up to the alarm that we set early on Monday. The training we underwent in the summer allowed us to quickly spring out of bed and change into our workout wear. Another benefit of having Plebe Summer over with was that we got to wear our own workout clothes whenever we were on the track doing our own personal workouts in the gym.

Emmett and I were on the track as the sun was rising, pushing ourselves more and more each day. We decided that Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays would be track days and Tuesdays and Thursdays were muscle days.

The objective of the first year in the academy is to get big, and because of that, first year students did not have a limit in the cafeteria. They encouraged us to consume way more calories than normal, promising that by the end of your 4th year, you would be ripped. Well, that was if you were as conditioned as Emmett and I were, which almost everyone was.

Natasha promised to join us in our workouts once she gets the “all clear” from the doctors on campus. During the last week of plebe, she fucked up her knee on a hurdle, letting her exhaustion get the better of her focus as she attempted to leap over the wooden bar. For that, she was no longer the top runner for ability at the end of Plebe (a friendly competition where we see who has the best record–which she was smoking me at), having to settle for second place…She was pissed about it all!

Emmett and I were changed into our navy working uniforms and in the cafeteria by 7:30. It was flooded with people and the line to get food was nearly 20 minutes. I was modest, still allowing my appetite to catch up with my exhaustion that I haven’t fully recovered from. Emmett on the other hand was stuffing his face, claiming that he was still starving after giving a “stunning brunette” all of his energy on Saturday night.

Natasha and Javy saved us seats. They were getting a lot of shit from two upperclassmen who were standing by our two chairs, wanting them, but my two friends were spread out, their legs and feet resting on the two chairs. They sat up when they saw us and the two others rolled their eyes and walked away. I think we were all surprised to see so many people.

Our conversation started with showing each other our schedules and making a pact to sit together when we could:

Mathematics: Calculus I

M,W,F: 9:00am-10:10am

Chemistry: Modern Chemistry

T,R: 8:00am-10:30am

English: Practical Writing

T,R: 7:00pm-9:00pm

Government: U.S. Government and Constitutional Development

M: 6:00pm-9:00pm

Cyber Security: Introduction to Cyber Security

W: 6:30pm-9:30pm

Flight Training I

M,T,W,R: 10:45am-1:00pm

Natasha and I had Calculus together, the other guys opting into taking the easier math course. Same went for chemistry. All four of us were together for English and Government. I was alone for cyber security, the others deciding to take that in the spring. Of course, Natasha and Javy would join me for flight training, which doesn’t start until the second week of school. Our first week is lecture based, where we discuss the anatomy of the cessna that we would be flying as well as going over safety procedures. This would most definitely be my favorite class, and the one I was looking most forward to.

I was very anxious for the pre-assessment that we would take on Thursday. It was going to be on the cessna in the simulation room. All of us had to take it in order for the Academy to determine how they would group us in flying lessons. I’m not going to lie, I’m very fucking anxious for this exam! Since I had quite an amount of background knowledge over the cessna that he let me fly when we were younger, I felt as though the pressure to be a top candidate was on!

“Now what’s the number one rule?” Maverick said as he made his way to the left side of the airplane, Bradley walking over to the right.

“Don’t tell mom.” Bradley stated, obviously hearing this over and over again.

“Good!” Maverick exclaimed as he climbed into his white cessna.

Bradley, who was entering the 7th grade, had been begging Pete for years to let him fly his airplane. It wasn’t until that very summer when Pete gave into his adopted son’s pleas.

Pete would tell his mom that he was taking him to batting practice, when in actuality they would be in the air. Bradley loved to be in the air with his “dad”, but was aching to get his hands on the controls.

Bradley climbed in next to him and paid attention to everything Pete was saying, explaining how to take off, how to glide, how to hold steady, how to land, etc. The young boy memorized every movement Pete did with the control sticks, not wanting to make a mistake on the first day.

Eventually, the two had swapped places on the runway, with Bradley sitting in the pilot's spot, staying quiet as Pete spoke with the control tower, under the pretense that Pete was in control of the airplane.

“Copy, clear for takeoff” Pete said, giving Bradley a nod as the little boy rumbled the engine and took off on the runway. Pete only had to reach over once, to help him get the plane in the air as they got closer to the end of the runway.

It was like this almost every day from May to September, Pete not willing to let him fly during the school year when he needed to focus on his studies. It was like this every year until Bradley was a sophomore going into his junior year, when his mom’s doctor gave them news that would change their lives forever. He would spend his free time taking care of her, watching as she deteriorated until there was nothing left for the cancer to take away from him.

Pete never took young Bradley in the air after that, but they always kept the secret from his mom, not wanting her to be any more disappointed or saddened than she already was.

“Bradshaw?!” Natasha yelled from the table. “You with us?”

I looked up at her when she called me out, realizing that I had been deep in my thoughts, reliving memories of flying when I was younger…

“I-um…,” I began, struggling to find words without sounding too cocky, “I’ve flown a cessna before”.

Natasha looked at me impressed, raising her eyebrow as her eyes began to light up.

“Bullshit!” Javy interjected.

“No really man,” I began, “I did. Many times when I was younger.”

“With who?” He asked in a tone that made it seem like he was still skeptical.

My face froze as I thought of him. His eyes looking down at me and smiling as I grew up. His coaching in the airplane as I learned various maneuvers. His soothing voice assuring me that everything would be okay when he caught me in moments of mental weakness, mainly when we would talk about my dad.

I didn’t know everything I wanted to about him, but enough that I was content with the information that I had. He was born and raised in Texas, went to the naval academy, met my mom at Virginia Beach during a weekend getaway with other academy students, met his best friend and pilot of his F-14 when he was in flight school, married my mom right after he got his license, and loved being a father. When he was home, he changed every diaper, fed me every bottle, gave me a bath every night, and sang to me as he rocked me to sleep. He loved being a dad, and had planned to request a leave of absence after Top Gun so he could make up for missing the last few months of my life. I was turning three on the day of the graduation, so mom worked extra hours and came to visit him for his last 3 weeks of classes so we could be together on my birthday. That’s why we were there. A decision that was both a blessing and a curse.

“It doesn’t matter” I ended up muttering to the group, before breaking their conversation again and grazing across the room, taking in the looks of all of the upperclassmen that were now filtering out of the room as they made their way to various classes.

My eyes froze on the table that was in the far right corner, right to my 11 O’Clock…She was there. Sitting with the same two friends whose backs were to me. I could tell they were the same from their hair colors. The brunette was in a set of deep purple scrubs and the other one had her hair pulled back in the same way she did the other day, wearing light green pastel scrubs. She was the only one in a different color. Her once curly flowing hair was now pulled up in a high ponytail, she had a pink headband in her hair that pleasantly matched the navy scrubs that she had on. She reached up and gently scratched her nose, sporting a light pink fitbit that matched the color of her headband.

“Who’s she?” I asked the table, keeping my eyes on her so they knew who I was talking about.

Natasha looked over to follow my gaze and then back at me, smiling widely. I dropped my eyes from the girl to meet Natasha’s, wanting to have complete focus on the information that I could tell she had, and was willing, to communicate with me.

“Allison Campbell,” Natasha answered, “Goes by Allie. She’s a nurse on base, I briefly met her when I fucked up my knee. She just applied to medical school.”

“Oh” was all I could manage to mutter, looking up at her again. She was laughing with her friends, a clear white smile was painted across her face as she enjoyed the conversation that was occurring with her friends. Watching her facial expressions made me crack into an admiring side smirk. Her smile was captivating.

“Don’t even think about it.” Natasha stated, noting my face. I looked back at her and furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding what she was saying, “She doesn’t date midshipmen. She’s notorious for rejecting all of them that try to come after her.”

I looked back at her, with slight disappointment in my eyes.

“Sounds like a challenge to me!” Emmett yelled out.

Natasha burst into a laugh at what Emmett said, “Yeah like you think she would settle for you!”

“Not me!” Emmett responded, “Him!” He yelled, motioning over to me.

“Me?” I asked him.

“No dick head, the air,” He responded sarcastically. “Of course you! Who the fuck do you think I’m talking about?!”

I smirked at him as I stole another peak at her, before bringing my eyes back to Emmett.

“What do you think Bradshaw?” Emmett asked me, “You up for it?” There was silence as I processed what he said, thinking about all of my options. I now knew that Allison, Allie, was a hot target in the eyes of the midshipmen, and she was not interested in any of them. On the other hand, there was a part of me that wanted to take a shot. I didn’t want to be another statistic, another identity that she added to her long list of names of men she had rejected, but I also didn’t want to live the rest of my life wondering if my life would've been different had I talked to her. Wooed her. Played with her a little.

“Need some motivation?” Emmett asked, taking note of my silence, “100 dollars. I bet you 100 dollars that you can get Allie Campbell in bed with you by the time we graduate”.

I let out an airy laugh at Emmetts challenge, mentally rolling my eyes. Natasha and Javy were eyeing me eagerly. I knew it would be difficult. I knew it was nearly impossible, but what was the harm in trying? She has rejected THEM, not me. I was a different story. A different person. I am sure I had the ability to achieve something that no one else has.

I smirked over at Emmett, who had his hand extended to mine. He was smiling from ear to ear and lit up when I firmly put my hand in his, giving a little shake, sealing our newfound gamble.

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marchiveeee · 2 years

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MCL crushes sleeping habits (Inspired by @diwencaste post "does your MCL crush snore?")

I have to say that I had a good honest laugh when I read diwen's (can I call you diwen?) version. So I'm gonna share my headcanon for that as well because cuddle nights are not 100% perfect and that's okay :')

Really messy post bc I'm tired, so sorry in advance for the many mistakes or/and if what I wrote doesn't make sense. I'll check that when I wake up.

Good niiiight xoxo

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Armin: I think Armin is the type to have a deep sleep (I'm not sure if that's the right term in English), so if he has to wake up early he asks someone to wake him up or else he misses his appointment; alternatively, he would set 20 alarms from 10 to 10 minutes. Although I think he's a deep sleeper, I do see him moving around a loooot when sleeping. He might snore when he has a cold and I absolutely see him talking in his sleep and it can be either funny (when he talks nonsense like "mhh- I.. food... Playing...") or scary (that happens when he's played too much shooting games and starts to say things that sound like a threat. JUST IMAGINE YOURSELF CUDDLING WITH SOMEONE AND ALMOST FALLING ASLEEP JUST TO SUDDENLY HEAR SOMETHING LIKE "I'm gonna k**l you"!!!??!?? Bitch, no... I'm outta here)

Castiel: he snores when he drinks. And he sometimes drools as well, specially if he sleeps on his stomach... Omg idk how I'd react if I woke up with drool all over my hair.... But that's okay, everything is possible when it comes to love, right? (*Eyes start ticking*). For me, Castiel has 2 ways of sleeping: 1) does the bare minimum, he just lies down and sleeps, only one pillow and one blanket that he barely uses (it doesn't apply when it's cold); 2) This only happens when someone he likes is next to him, in this case he becomes a koala and won't let the person breathe; and at the same time he'll be fighting for the blanket just because...

Eric: in diwen's words "he would wake up the entire neighborhood" snoring.

Hyun: sleeps like a baby 🤱🤱🤱 maybe has a ritual before sleeping, like doing skin care, reading the news or a book... He has the best sleep out of everyone here.

Kentin: I only see him snoring if his breathing is really bad BC of a cold or something like that, but it has to be a pretty bad one. I also think he drools sometimes. Kentin is a cuddler since Day 1, he will have as many pillows as possible and had plushies until he had to go to military school (I don't judge, I still have mine too 🙃). I believe Kentin likes to sleep early, and if he has to stay up until late he will start nodding off even if someone is talking to him. Can sleep literally anywhere if he's really tired.

Lysander: I agree that he sleeps like a rock!! The animals in the farm can throw the party of the year in the barn and he won't even have a clue. But at the same time, I see Lysander as the kind of person who wakes up like a mom/dad, do you know what I mean? When they wake up is like what happened? The house is on fire??!??! But in Lysandre's case it doesn't happen BC he was suddenly woken up by someone/something, it happens because he didn't remember falling asleep in the first place.

Nathaniel: why do I see Nath having nightmares often? :((( I believe he moves around a lot too. Maybe with Candy that changes, but I don't see Nath as a natural cuddler, quite the opposite actually. It's almost like he avoids or doesn't like it at first, but the truth is that he just needs to be comfortable and feel safe with the person he shares the bed. Maybe he occasionally has insomnia, but not so severe. How to help him as a s/o: gently plays with his hair.

Priya: she's a pretty sleeper kkkk sleeps with her mouth slightly open but doesn't drool. Probably has those satin pillow covers and fluffy blankets. If she's not cuddling you, she will at least have one of her hands lying near your body just to make sure you're there. She does talks in her sleep sometimes, but only a bunch of incoherent mumbles that don't sound like words.

Rayan: occasionally snores, but stops after changing positions. Omg now I thought of him sleeping with those eye masks that people use to keep the light from getting to their eyes. He'll take the whole bed for himself if you let him.

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Dance Party - George Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend of 1 year George decided to stay in his dorm room during a free period together, the room was empty and left the two of you bored out of your mind before George decided to shuffle through his music records collection and flipped your boredom around with a dance party.

Pairing: George Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write some more super short one-shots for all of you, I'll be sure to make one for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and, and don't require a lot of time, anyway enjoy love you. xx

Word Count: 823

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"Hmm how about reading or wizards chess perhaps?" you suggested to the bored-looking George Weasley laying on his singular bed right on his front side like a platypus laying lazily on a slow-moving river, he puts thumbs down right up in the air signaling a no to you. You sigh at his hand signal before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, "Georgie we have about an hour to kill this free period, what would you like to do? you asked gently with a smile at your stultify ginger boyfriend, he groans before lifting himself up and taking a seat right next to you, planting a gentle kiss on your neck leaving you into a fit of a giggle. "Hmm I think I have some sort of idea" he blurted pulling out a cardboard box form underneath his bed.

A box of records emerges, and a selection of some of the most popular wizarding world bands and solo artists could be found inside, you look at it curiously as your boyfriend flick through the records carefully choosing the Weird Sisters Classic vinyl record album, he looks over at you with a cheeky smile, "Recognize them?", your smile elevated into an enthusiastic one, "Are you kidding I absolutely adore the Weird Sisters...what are you waiting for Georgie play it" you request eagerly sending your boyfriend into a laughing frenzy. He quickly spots his and Fred's phonograph on top of his wooden dresser as he carefully places the vinyl record down, making sure it plays clearly and at a good volume, the track starts playing leading George into a satisfied nod.

George turned back to you dancing his way over to his bed and offering a hand like a gentleman would, you giggle loudly at the sight of your silly boyfriend taking his hand without hesitation. Both of you dance around each other and reacting all the lyrics out loud singing them to each other with a few laughs here and there, you even managed to dance closely into George leaning your backside against his body grinding away with rhythm, inflaming his cheeks hot and red. After a while the both of you start jumping around George's bed as your favorite songs start playing through the album, you dance freely creating an absolute mess of his bed with pillows scattered all over the floor, his bed sheets now all wrinkled and his blanket placed on another bed beside his.

When the album starts playing the rest of the songs you didn't know George went over and turned off the phonograph, as you lay still on his now messy bed, "Well how was that?" he asked climbing on top of you trapping your legs still with his thighs, you smile joyfully pulling him into a kiss. "That was awesome, I had no idea you were such a dancer love", you mentioned putting a proud smile on his face, George looked at his alarm clock to find that the both of you have about 20 minutes left before you have to go to a class, "Well we have about 20 minutes left got any idea of what we can do next?" he asked still on top of you, "Hmm let me think" you responded taking about a minute to think until a playful smile displayed across your face. "Georgie does a make-out session sound like a good idea to you?" you offered, giving him sultry almost siren like eyes, he gulped.

"That sounds amazing love, what a good thinker you are", he confidently leans down lower to you as he starts slow, growing more and more desperate and hungry for your lips, George was a true expert in kissing, he always seems to know the right thing to do, he bits the bottom of your lips and uses his tongue tangling it with yours, leaving you breathless yet starved. After the make-out session, you sat on your boyfriend's lap staring deep into his chocolate-like brown eyes, as the state of your uniform was a complete mess like a good replica of his bed, "Georgie maybe we should do some cleanup before we head out to charms" you suggested planting another kiss into his lips. "Alright love that's not a bad idea, I wouldn't want Fred and the others to kill me for being all messy" he replies smiling before picking you up still in his arm, whipping out his wand. "Aren't you glad we're capable of magic" he smirks swinging it around as magic did it's thing tidying up his bed.

You and George shared a smile, "Good job love, now let's go to class otherwise we'll be late" you suggested as he nodded and drop you down gently holding each other's hand as George carry all your books as long with his making sure he shut the door and fixes your messy uniform before leaving and heading into your next class of the day.

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casiopealistener · 10 months

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CHAPTER 2

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in your room as you slowly stirred awake. With a groggy mind, you sat up in bed, unaware of the extraordinary events that had unfolded during the night. Little did you know, you had become something more than your ordinary self.

As you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, a strange sense of vitality coursed through your veins. It felt as though an invisible force was urging you to explore, to embrace the unknown. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something peculiar had occurred.

You stumbled into the bathroom and glanced at yourself in the mirror, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. Your reflection stared back at you, seemingly unchanged. With a shrug, you dismissed the strange sensation as mere fatigue, chalking it up to a restless night's sleep.

You found yourself in the kitchen, your eyes half-opened, pouring yourself a steaming cup of coffee. But there, something weird was happening. The cup you held in your hands, it didn't want to let go. It was as if it was stuck, glued to your hands.

Alright, is this some kind of prank from Hobie? He must have put glue on it last night before he left. You sighed and still drank the coffee nonetheless.

However, something else happened. This time, it was your feet. They became completely glued to the floor, rendering you immobile. It was as if the ground itself was conspiring against you. Oh, Hobie was definitely going to pay for this. In that moment, you couldn't help but regret your friendship with him. After struggling and wriggling for a while, you finally managed to free yourself from the sticky predicament.

With a sense of urgency, you hastily dressed, the chaos having caused you to run late. And to make matters worse, it was the day of your exam! Hobie was truly going to regret playing his little pranks. You hurriedly descended the stairs and dashed towards the school, determined to make it in time. Panting, you stood in front of the entrance and glanced at your watch, only to find that... the clock showed only 8:05. The exam was set to start at 8:30, and your usual commute from home to school took more than 20 minutes. Yet, you had departed at 8:00. Even if you were sprinting at full speed, it felt utterly surreal. Running that swiftly seemed implausible, beyond the limits of human capability.

Furthermore, a revelation dawned upon you—there was no trace of strain or discomfort in your legs. In fact, you felt an inexplicable sense of well-being, almost too good to be true. It was as if each muscle had been meticulously massaged and honed for peak performance.

In a sudden twist of fate, cries reached your ears from the left. You turned your head and discovered a little child ensnared by a lamppost, his luscious blond locks entangled in a sticky web of chewing gum. An alarm resonated within your mind, yet, even more compelling was an irresistible surge of determination to aid him. You couldn't ignore this calling; you had to take action! But then, a tall blonde woman, who appeared to be the child's mother, emerged out of nowhere and helped free him from the sticky predicament. The strange alarm pulsating in your brain instantly subsided. What on earth was happening today? Deciding not to dwell on it, you proceeded towards the examination hall. At least with this, you had arrived early, allowing you to select your seat and review your notes for a while.

You were somewhat prepared, but you definitely could have squeezed in some more studying last night. Damn Hobie for distracting you... Although, truth be told, his antics weren't all that bothersome. Plus, you did score some delicious spaghetti out of it. And it reminded you that he promised a pizza for tonight. You secretly hoped he'd follow through on that; meanwhile, you were already plotting your revenge for his pranks.

Before you knew it, the examination room had filled up, and the invigilator strolled in, clutching those dreaded exam papers. They handed them out, and it was game on. Four agonizing hours of grappling with stuff that barely made sense to you.

You squinted, staring at the questions in front of you, as if they were written in some alien language. The concepts felt like they were playing hide-and-seek, and the formulas seemed like a jumble of gibberish. It was a struggle to put your thoughts into coherent answers, with each passing minute feeling like a weight on your shoulders. You couldn't help but sneak glances at the clock, daydreaming about the pizza feast to come and the ongoing prank war with Hobie. The exam was an uphill battle, but you were determined to give it your all.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself drifting in and out of focus. The room seemed to grow stuffier, the air heavy with the collective stress of the students. You glanced around, catching glimpses of furrowed brows and frantic scribbling. It was a symphony of anxiety, but amidst it all, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

Thoughts of your newfound abilities resurfaced, intermingling with the equations and theories in front of you. You couldn't deny the strange occurrences earlier—the adhesive coffee cup, the immovable feet, and that surge of determination to help the child trapped in chewing gum's clutches. It was all too coincidental.

But for now, you had to set those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. You wrestled with formulas, attempted to decipher convoluted explanations, and took a few deep breaths to steady your racing heart. The clock became your nemesis, its incessant ticking a reminder of the minutes slipping away.

Finally, the invigilator announced the end of the examination. You sighed with relief, grateful that the torment was over, at least for now. Collecting your papers, you joined the stream of students heading towards the exit. The hallway buzzed with a mix of relief and exhaustion as people discussed the questions, second-guessed their answers, and let out pent-up laughter.

You couldn't help but scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hobie. Sure enough, you spotted him leaning against a wall, a mischievous grin on his face. He raised an eyebrow and gestured for you to come closer. As you approached, he extended a high-five, his hand meeting yours with a satisfying clap.

"Survived the battle, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

"Barely," you replied, returning the playful banter. "But we made it through. Now, it's time to celebrate with that promised pizza, right?"

Hobie nodded, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. "You bet. Let's grab a victory feast and plan our next move."

As you and Hobie walked towards the supermarket, the air was filled with a mix of anticipation and hunger. The sun cast a warm glow, adding a touch of brightness to the day.

The streets bustled with people going about their business, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in the simple act of walking side by side with your friend.

"So, any particular toppings you're craving for this victory pizza?" Hobie asked, flashing you a mischievous grin.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping your chin playfully. "Hmm, how about a combination of all the delicious things? Pepperoni, mushrooms, bell peppers, and oh, definitely extra cheese. Can't have too much cheese, right?"

Hobie chuckled, his eyes lighting up. "You got it. The cheesier, the better. But hey, we can't forget the sauce. It's all about that perfect balance of flavors. Sweet, tangy, with a hint of spice."

"You're right," you agreed, nodding. "We need that signature sauce to tie it all together. And let's not forget the dough. Gotta have that crispy yet chewy crust. It's the foundation of a good pizza."

The supermarket came into view, its bright signs beckoning you closer. As you entered, the smell of fresh produce and baked goods enveloped you, adding to the excitement of the culinary mission at hand.

Hobie grabbed a cart and motioned for you to join him. "Alright, let's divide and conquer. You take care of the toppings, and I'll hunt down the sauce and dough. Meet back here in five?"

With a nod, you set off down the aisles, scanning the shelves for your desired ingredients. As you picked out the perfect pepperoni, mushrooms, and vibrant bell peppers, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations around you. Couples deliberating on the best cheese, parents negotiating with their kids over toppings, and friends excitedly discussing their pizza night plans.

You couldn't suppress a smile as you made your way back to the designated meeting spot, your cart filled with pizza-making essentials. Hobie was already waiting, his cart brimming with sauce jars and packs of flour.

"Mission accomplished," you declared, proud of your pizza assembly skills.

Hobie flashed a thumbs-up. "Perfect timing. Now, let's head to the cashier and make our dreams of cheesy goodness come true."

But then it hit you. "Hold up, can you even make pizza dough?"

Hobie flashed a mischievous smile and replied with a hint of cockiness, "Nah, but how hard can it be? Flour, water, and we're good to go. Well, maybe... I think."

You let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a mixture of weariness and amusement. Not only had you failed to come up with a plan for revenge, but now you were faced with the possibility of a pizza dough disaster. As you strolled back to your house, the air was filled with a playful energy between you and Hobie. The topic of revenge had faded into the background, replaced by light-hearted banter and teasing.

"So, what's your secret ingredient for making the perfect pizza, Spider-Punk?" you asked, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Hobie chuckled, playfully feigning a thoughtful expression. "Ah, now that's a trade secret, love. If I told you, I'd have to make you sign a non-disclosure agreement."

You playfully nudged him with your elbow. "Come on, don't hold out on me. A little hint wouldn't hurt, would it?"

He flashed a charismatic smile, leaning in closer. "Alright, I'll give you a clue. It's all about the seasoning. A pinch of charm, a dash of wit, and a sprinkle of charisma. That's what makes my pizza special."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cheeky response. "Well, if that's the case, I'm sure it'll be the most delicious pizza I've ever tasted."

Hobie's eyes sparkled with amusement as he matched your playful tone. "Oh, absolutely. Prepare yourself for a culinary experience like no other. It'll be a pizza worth writing sonnets about."

You continued to exchange flirtatious banter, each comment laced with a hint of humor and a touch of attraction. The conversation flowed effortlessly, creating an easy connection between you. As you reached your doorstep, the magnetic pull between you was undeniable.

"Well, I guess it's time for us to prepare for the grand pizza-making spectacle," Hobie said with a charming grin. "But before that, one more thing..."

He leaned in closer, his voice soft and full of playful intrigue. "If you happen to find any pizza-related surprises in your future, just remember, it's all part of the deliciously unpredictable adventure we're embarking on."

As the two of you started this said adventure, it quickly became apparent that the kitchen would become your battleground. Flour flew through the air, landing on both your clothes and faces, as you attempted to wrangle the rebellious pizza dough.

"You know, I thought making pizza would be a piece of cake," you said, trying to suppress a giggle as you struggled to shape the dough into a perfect circle.

Hobie's eyes gleamed mischievously as he leaned closer, a smudge of flour adorning his cheek. "Well, it's more like a piece of dough, really. But don't worry, we'll conquer this culinary challenge together."

Indeed, Hobie Brown wasn’t always funny.

The playful banter continued as you playfully tossed flour at each other, creating a mess that extended far beyond the countertop. Laughter filled the room as you both attempted to outdo each other with silly dough shapes and toppings that defied traditional pizza conventions.

"You call that a pizza topping? Let me show you how it's done," Hobie teased, expertly twirling a slice of pepperoni between his fingers before placing it on the dough.

"Oh, it's on," you declared, grabbing handfuls of cheese and playfully tossing them in his direction. The kitchen erupted into a mock food fight as you both revelled in the chaos, forgetting about the perfect pizza and simply enjoying the moment.

Amidst the laughter and friendly competition, a devious plan began to form in your mind. As Hobie turned his back to grab a jar of tomato sauce, you took a handful of flour and carefully positioned yourself behind him.

With a mischievous grin, you released the flour, creating a mini snowstorm that enveloped Hobie's unsuspecting figure. He turned around, his face covered in white, his eyes widening in playful shock.

"You’re going to regret this," he declared, his tone a mix of amusement and faux threat. He retaliated with a gentle flick of dough, hitting you square on the nose.

"Oh, is that how we're playing? Are you sure about that?"

Laughter filled the kitchen as you wiped the dough off your nose, a playful glint in your eyes. The flour-covered battlefield had become the backdrop for your friendly culinary warfare. You grabbed a handful of pizza sauce and stealthily approached Hobie from behind, smearing it across his cheek.

"Now we're even," you said with a smirk, reveling in the sweet taste of victory.

Hobie's eyes widened, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He reached for a handful of shredded cheese and playfully sprinkled it over your head, creating a cheesy crown on your hair.

"You asked for it," he teased, enjoying the delightful chaos of the moment.

You retaliated by grabbing a handful of pizza sauce again, twirling it in the air with a mischievous smile, and flinging it towards Hobie. He dodged the sauce with a swift move, his eyes locked on yours.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he declared, his voice dripping with playful challenge. The tension between you grew as you exchanged flour-filled glances, daring each other to make the next move.

Flour flew through the air, dough spun like acrobats, and sauce splattered on the walls. Every ingredient became a weapon in your flirty war. Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, the playful banter turning into a silent conversation filled with unspoken desires.

Finally, the flour-filled battle came to an end, and the kitchen was left in a delightful mess. The pizza, a masterpiece of chaos and love, was now ready to be enjoyed. You and

Hobie took a step back, surveying your creation with a mix of pride and amusement. Despite the mess, it looked absolutely delicious.

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Hobie gestured towards the table. "Shall we, my fellow pizza warrior?" he asked, extending his hand towards you. You giggled and took his hand, feeling a rush of warmth as your fingers intertwined.

Sitting at the table, you both grabbed a slice of the homemade pizza, savoring the aroma that filled the air. The first bite was a burst of flavors, a harmonious combination of toppings and crust. As you chewed, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the sound of satisfied murmurs.

Hobie leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You know, this pizza-making adventure was quite something," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I've never had so much fun in the kitchen before."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face. "It was definitely an adventure, and I must say, the mess was totally worth it," you replied, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. "Who knew making a pizza could be so exhilarating?"

Suddenly, something strange occurred. The pizza slice in your hand refused to let go, sticking to your fingers as if it had a mind of its own. You glanced at Hobie, an expression of confusion on your face. How did he manage to do this? Unless he… didn't do it at all.

You tried shaking the slice off, but it stubbornly clung to your hand, defying your efforts. Frustrated yet amused, you looked at Hobie, a playful accusation in your voice. "What did you do, Hobie?"

Hobie, on the other hand, wasn't laughing. Not at all. "How... how are you doing this?" he asked, his brows furrowed and a serious expression on his face. It was a look that unsettled you. Hobie was never serious.

"What do you mean, how am I doing this? You're the one doing it! Since this morning," you replied, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. His seriousness was starting to concern you.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened this morning?" he asked, his gaze fixed on yours. You nodded, suddenly feeling a pang of unease.

"My coffee cup. It stuck to my hand. Just like the pizza. I thought it was you..." you trailed off, your voice tinged with confusion.

Hobie locked eyes with you, shaking his head. "No, it wasn't me. Is that all?"

You shook your head in response, your apprehension growing. "No, my feet got stuck to the floor too. And then, something happened with time. Or if time didn't go haywire, then... I can run really, really fast. Too fast."

He stared into the voice, in silence.

“Hobie, what’s happening…?”

“I’m not too sure, love, but… hold.”

With a swift motion, he secured his mask, adjusted his costume, and faced you. In that very instant, a subtle but electrifying vibration reverberated through your mind. It was as if the world around you held its breath, and Hobie sensed the same enigmatic energy. He slowly removed his mask, his mouth wide open.

"Oh snap! You're Spider-Woman!" Hobie exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement and disbelief. His words tumbled out in his signature energetic and playful manner.

“I’m… what? No, I’m not. I can’t be. You’re… what?”

Everything became blurry. And at the same time, everything became clear. Everything that happened today. It all made sense. You quickly got up and rushed to your bedroom. You looked at your bed and there it was—the spider, crushed under your weight at night. It was no ordinary spider. Hobie joined you, standing beside you, and together you both stared at the spider. Then, you turned to face each other, suddenly very aware of the gravity of the situation.

“Hobie. I’m Spider-Woman.”

“You’re Spider-Woman.”

He began bouncing around, filled with excitement. "You're Spider-Woman! That's freaking awesome! Just imagine, we can team up and kick some butt at night, leaping off rooftops, and..."

But as he caught onto your lack of enthusiasm, he came to a sudden halt, staring at you.

"Hobie, something's off. There should only be one Spider-Man... This is seriously messed up, isn't it?"

“I mean, I don’t know. Are we sure it’s not normal? And even if it wasn’t, is that so bad? Since when do we follow the rules?”

“I follow the rules. And no, this is definitely not right. We’re talking about serious stuff there, Hobie. Isn’t there some kind of Spider-Man headquarters or anything?”

Hobie looked at you, surprised.

“Actually… there is. How did you know?”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah… You know what? Let's go now," he said.

"Now?" you questioned.

"Yes, that way we'll have answers. Besides, how can I say no to an adventure across the Spider-Verse with my Spider-Woman?" Hobie grinned mischievously.

You chuckled softly and replied, "Your Spider-Woman, huh? I'm not your Spider-Woman. Although I know you'd love that."

“Maybe I would…”

“Just bring me there.”

“Your wish is my command, ma’am.”

He took hold of your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, and pressed on that mysterious watch he always had on him. Now that you thought about it, it was strange, so unlike his usual style. But then you understood why : the moment his finger grazed one of the buttons, a dazzling burst of orange light burst forth, and a portal materialized right in front of you. You couldn't help but jump in startled amazement.

"What the fuck?"

"Sweetheart, welcome to the entrance of the Spider-Verse," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "If you're up for it, come follow me. Just remember to hold on tight, because things are about to get wild."

Oh boy, what kind of mind-bending adventure were you getting yourself into?

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