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softspiderling · 3 months

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rafe cutting up fruit in the kitchen from the valentine's day i love you prompts??

prompt: shoulders hunched over a chopping board, carefully dissecting fruit to deliver it to you in a bowl from the valentines "i love you" prompts

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The other side of the bed was cold when you woke up, which was odd. Usually, you had to be the one dragging Rafe out of the bed, when he didn't have any plans in the morning, always lamenting that he "needed his beauty rest". You checked your phone to see if he left you any messages that he had to run out, but nothing.

"Huh," you muttered to yourself, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and getting out of bed. You considered trying to call him as you made your way downstairs, pausing when you heard cluttering from the kitchen.

"... Rafe?"

The cluttering stopped and you heard Rafe curse under his breath, your lips curling up in a grin as you stood frozen on the stairs.

"You think you can give me like, five more minutes, baby?"

"Trying to hide your side piece?"

You could basically see Rafe rolling his eyes at you, and you bit back a laugh.

"Feeling like a real comedian today, huh?"

"I'm hilarious, actually," you deadpanned, padding towards the kitchen, only stopping when Rafe called out your name, almost pleading.

"Five minutes. "

Sighing softly, you tipped your head back in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Just- Go back to bed. I'll be right up. Five minutes, I swear."

"Fine," you sighed, turning back around. "Not a second longer, Cameron, you hear me?"

You headed back upstairs, stopping by the bathroom to brush your teeth and tame your hair, before you crawled back into bed, checking the time. Even though you had just threatened to return back downstairs as soon as the five minutes were up, you decided to be less of a menace for once, scrolling on the phone until you heard Rafe coming back upstairs. You were all ready to tease him as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, but your words died in your throat when he came in, back first, turning to face you with a breakfast tray in his hands.

"Rafe..." you said softly, eyes wide as he slowly placed the tray on the bed. Pancakes, fruit salad, coffee, bacon, even orange juice were spread out in front of you.

"Morning baby."

He kissed you on the cheek before sitting back, grinning brightly at you.

"You hungry?"

You only nodded dumbly, opening your mouth when he lifted a spoon full of fruit salad and you almost moaned when the tiny pieces of fruit hit your tongue.

"Oh my god, this is amazing."

"Touch of lemon juice and honey does wonders," Rafe said, eating a spoon himself, but you only narrowed your eyes at him.

"Did you do this yourself?"

Rafe gave you a look and you gave him one back, lifting the bowl of fruit salad, as if to make your point.

"You cannot seriously tell me that you cut all this fruit up yourself. And made pancakes."

"You sound surprised."

You snorted, putting the bowl back down. "Didn't you guys have a cook and everything in the prime time? Sue me for thinking you're helpless in the kitchen."

"Well, joke's on you for underestimating a Kook," he teased, handing you a coffee mug, which you sipped you accepted, holding it carefully. "I uh.... Used to make breakfast for my dad. Me and Sarah. He always thanked Sarah like she did it all on her own and never said a word to me, so after a while I just... Stopped. But I figured you'd be a little more grateful than him."

Holding your mug, you stared at Rafe, your heart almost breaking for the poor boy in front of you.

"Rafe..."

He looked up and huffed, shaking his head. "Stop looking at me like that. 's fine, I got you now, right?"

"Of course," you said with a big smile, picking up a strip of bacon with your hand, to which Rafe only pulled a face.

"God, you can never take the Pogue out of a girl, can you?"

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a/n: it was so easy to go down the route of rafe not knowing how to do anything in the kitchen except destroy it but i took a diff approach heheheh thanks anon for the request i hoped you liked it!! inbox is open my friends!! also tagging @sunderlust bc i can

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #obx #outer banks #drew starkey

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lovesodakid · 1 month

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sworn to secrecy 3

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

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summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: heavy mentions of toxic household (pretty detailed). shouldn’t be anything else

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“Y/N! get your ass down here now!” i hear my dad yelling from downstairs.

i quickly run out of my bedroom, to downstairs. once i reach the bottom of the staircase, i see my mom, dad, and nate all in the kitchen.

as soon as he hears me, my dads eyes land on me the second my foot touches the kitchen floor.

“well well now,” he begins. “y/n…why don’t you tell your whore of a mother-what a slut she is.” he speaks loudly, body swaying back and forth.

my eyes widen as i look over to nate, who also shares the same look as me, but his eyes are directed to my dad, who’s holding my mom by her hair as her knees are planted on the floor.

“a-what?” i ask, tears threatening to form on my waterline.

“she’s too young to know what that means!” my mom’s voice breaks in sobs.

my dads eyes quickly shoot to mine.“well..y/n. it means your mother here, decided to have an affair with her boss.” he speaks, almost condescendingly as he slurs his words.

“i-“

i shoot up out of bed, sweating bullets as i pick my phone up to check the time: 4:32am. i set my phone down, letting out a hard breath as i rub my hands over my face. the memory i thought had been blocked out by my brain, resurfacing. i was 9 when it happened. that was the worse i had ever seen my dad, and he was of course, drunk that night. thankfully, it hasn’t been that bad sense. but he still has his moments. like tonight persay.

once i realize how excruciatingly dry my throat is, i push nick’s comforter off of me, taking a glance at his peaceful state. his lips slightly parted, letting out soft-quiet snores here and there. i smile softly, glad that one of us is having a good night sleep.

i place my feet on the flooring of his bedroom, making my way out of his room. causing the floor to squeak a couple times. once i turn my head back, making sure i didn’t wake nick up, i make my way to the bathroom.

after splashing my face with cold water a couple of times, i grab a towel and dry it while taking a couple deep breaths in and out. i stare at myself in the mirror for a second, before walking out of the bathroom, heading downstairs.

the second i reach the kitchen, i immediately make a b-line for the fridge, grabbing a cold water from the fridge, downing it.

“what are you doing up?”

“oh my-!” i quickly turn my body around, shutting the fridge door as my eyes come in contact with an icy blue pair. an icy blue i could stare into for hours on end.

“you good?” chris asks.

i quickly clear my throat. “yeah-sorry. just scared me, that’s all.” i say, realizing i didn’t even see him sitting at the island counter when i came in here.

“sorry kid.” he laughs. “but why are you awake?”

“i-um..i just had a nightmare. that’s all.” i say, slowly making my way to the island counter. once i reach it, i lean my elbows on it, as he sits across from me on a stool.

“ahhh,” he hums. “wanna talk about it?” he asks cautiously.

i quickly shake my head ‘no’ as i look down at the marble design of the counter.

we both sit in silence for a minute. it’s a comfortable silence. just both of us enjoying each others company, until chris clears his throat to speak again.

“well..if you ever wanna talk, just don’t forget im here. okay?” he speaks softly as he looks up at me.

i slowly nod as i return the glance.

silence takes over us once again. except this time, it feels a little different as we’re staring into each others eyes. neither one of us daring to look away. for a second, i think his eyes may have dilated, but its dark in the kitchen and im half asleep so, who knows.

although that’s quickly broken when we hear a third voice enter the kitchen.

“hey chris-y/n?” nate says. “what are you doing?”

im quickly broken out of the hypnotization from chris’s eyes, as mine make my way to my brother.

“i..had a nightmare.” i softly speak.

“what about?” he asks as he walks more into the kitchen, now standing beside me.

“um, nothing much.” i lie. “just one enough to wake me up.”

nate’s eyebrows furrow as he seemingly tries to read my face. “well, you should go back to bed. we have school in the morning.”

i nod as i tell both him and chris goodnight.

as i walk out of the kitchen, i make my way to the stairs. i hear chris and nate mumbling about something, but i can’t make out any words.

as soon as i’m back in nick’s room, i climb back into his bed, laying next to him as i let the warmness of the comforter coat my body, almost lulling me back to sleep in a way.

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a/n: this one’s a lil more deep, which i apologize. but we’re kind of getting somewhere 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ sorry these chapters have been so short !!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic

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flash-the-readies · 8 days

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Building a house in the sims 4 but every room is a different pink floyd album

I built this ages ago and it just now occurred to me that I could share this here. I was inspired by a lilsimsie video where she did the same thing except each room is a different Taylor Swift album.

So I built this shell of a house with 14 rooms (+ the exterior so 15 total albums) and then randomised an album for each room and decorated accordingly. Since I wasn't planning on actually playing in the house I didn't bother with landscaping lmao. Sorry for the awkwardly wide shots, I got lazy taking screenshots.

Anyways I suggest making it into a game by going through the photos first and trying to guess which album they are before reading. Let me know if you get them all and what references you catch

As a bonus I added the interior design styles I was vaguely inspired by

Here's the downstairs and upstairs floorplans

The exterior: I cannot make this up. I got the Wall, I was cackling

Style: I wanted English cottage but not in a thatched roof way.. in a Georgian way... and then I remembered I started complaining about Georgian cottages so I added more...shape and ended up with this... eh...

The Entryway: Ummagumma

Style: a bit transitional, she's homey, she's relaxed

I started off thinking I was going to make a relatively ordinary house

Downstairs hallway: Endless River

That basegame gradient wallpaper was actually perfect. This is the second room I did and slowly started dropping any pretenses that this was going to be an ordinary house

Downstairs Powder room: Momentary Lapse of Reason

Style: coastal but in an extra silly goofy way

THIS is where I finally decided to embrace the chaos. Unfortunately I didn't get a bedroom for this album but I actually like how it turned out.

The dining room: Wish You Were Here

Style: brutalism and minimalism

I'm actually obsessed with how this one (pls notice the grate behind the table)

The kitchen: Meddle

Style: Rustic, cottage

This was difficult...I was heavily relying on the colour scheme and references to the lyrics since the album cover looks like.. well... that...

The office: A Saucerful of Secrets

Style: 60s space age and Mid-Century modern

I was so thrilled to use that 60s space age chair

The living room: Obscured by Clouds

Style: traditional

I shared this with my dad and this room made him laugh.. I too was cackling while decorating it

laundry/utility/mudroom: Division Bell

Style: .......... fuck if I know

pls tell me you see the vision because this was a struggle

Upstairs hallway: More

Style: Spanish revival, Spanish colonial

uh... there wasn't much to do here but that's what I had in mind. Not pictured is a nice wooden chandelier above the stairs.

.......... I take it back. This was even more of a struggle

Bedroom 1: Animals

Style: Industrial

This is probably my second favourite room

Bedroom 2: Atom Heart Mother

Style: She's rustic, she's farmhouse

I HAD to use that topiary

Bedroom 3: Dark Side of the Moon

Style: If I had to choose one I would say contemporary even though it's not actually reflected in the room

Discover University actually came with a Dark Side inspired poster so I KNEW I would be using it

Bedroom 4: The Final Cut

pls tell me why the two kids' rooms ended up being colour-drenched in black..

(the bed is a military cot....)

Upstairs bathroom: Piper at the Gates of Dawn

style:... she's ...... eclectic

Saved best for last. The Sims has a gnome obsession and I FINALLY got to use them all

#So more about me I guess... I love playing the Sims... both building and gameplay #I also REALLY like interior decor and would consider redoing the album and design style associations #^^ especially since this one was heavily based on the visuals of the album covers and just whatever I thought was hilarious #My regular builds are better than this I promise ;-;#this was minimally decorated and also a joke build #pink floyd #meme energy #sims 4 #irving rambles #photo post #had the albums out beside me while I was decorating

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nighthunter241 · 10 months

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He is Mine-Prologue (Henry Cavill x male reader)

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION 18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

(First day of the Freshman year)

M/N….M/N….M/N….WAKE UP, you wake up and it is your brother Anthony being annoying. “Why did you wake me up, can’t you see I was sleeping dumbass.” Anthony signs and says, “Well maybe it is because I don’t know ... .IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL SO GET UP.” You jump up instantly “Shit,Shit,Shit I forgot to set my alarm,” “You're welcome by the way” says Anthony but you barely hear him due to you running to the bathroom. After a quick shower you put on your school uniform which you sadly must wear, three kids and your parents of course still wanted to send you to a prestigious school. You go downstairs for breakfast and see your other brother Sebastian finishing his breakfast. “OOOHHHHHH someone is going to be late” says your brother. You ignore him and grab a quick bite; your mother and father go up to you “We told you not to stay up late and we also reminded you about your alarm.” “I’m so sorry mom and dad won’t happen again.” “Better not” says your father but his tone is not serious, after breakfast you notice your siblings left you and you are forced to run like hell to school. While running you check the time on your phone and without paying attention you run into someone. You fall onto the floor and before you can process what happened you hear a voice with a soothing british accent. “I am sorry, here let me help you up” you look up and see a good-looking guy with his hand extended towards you. “Um ... .no need to apologize I wasn’t paying attention; my name is M/N.""My name is Henry. It is a pleasure to meet you, wait a second, that uniform you are going to attend S/N also.” “Yes, I am currently a freshman” you said, “How about we walk together to school then.” After making it to school on time you barely get your schedule and head to homeroom you end up realizing you are with Henry. “Hey, good to see you again I guess we are in the same homeroom” you say. “We are, well at least I know one person here” says Henry. “You barely know me though, not to sound too rude,” “Well I guess that means we just need to get to know each other” Henry chuckles and you blush. 3 years later (Senior year)

You are making your way back home on a Friday without your siblings due to them having to stay back because of their club, you did not really care you were happy the weekend came. Three years passed by so quickly, everything still seems the same, you and Henry have become good friends, but a part of you always hopes for something more but having Henry as your friend seems better than having him hate you. You two would always walk to school together then he would go to meet up with his other friend before meeting up in the homeroom class and any other classes you guys had together. Except for lunch since that is where he usually likes to be alone so you respect that. You cannot stop staring at him, the way he looks, the way his eyes look when he is talking to you makes you feel things. You accepted the fact you have feelings for him, the question is whether it is worth trying to tell him without knowing if he even feels the same way. Hours pass and you are ready to head to bed when you get a strange text from Robert, another student you worked on a school project a month back.

Robert: Hello M/N

M/N: Hey?

Robert: You remember me, right?

M/N: Yes, we worked on that science project, the one that I DID all the work in

Robert: Which I gratefully thanked you for

M/N: Anyway, why are you randomly texting me?

Robert: Well, I saw you staring at a certain senior for a while and a little birdie told me you might have some sort of romantic feelings for that senior, that senior being Henry.

M/N: I am sorry I believe this is a misunderstanding.

Robert: Relax, I am not going to threaten to expose you, I am wanting to help by giving you a heads up.

M/N: Heads up?

Robert: Do you know someone named Amy; she is in your AP Calculus class.

M/N: Oh yes, she is Henry's childhood best friend, I see them talk to each other before I meet up with him in our homeroom.

Robert: Well ... .to get to the point she likes Henry deeply and wants to confess her feelings for him this upcoming Friday since she believes in that dumb school legend.

M/N: ????

Robert: Is it really that hard to understand?

M/N: No, is not….just that random for you tell me and why are you.

Robert: Well after cheating off you this entire year I believe it is good karma for me to help you.

M/N: WAIT YOU DID WHAT THIS WHOLE YEAR!

Robert: Relax man you helped me out, I really do not give a shit about this school stuff since I am going to run my father’s company anyway.

M/N: Whatever, so you telling me this is just because you want to be generous, what is the catch?

Robert: No catch just helping a friend 😊

M/N: Ok????

Robert: So, you have until Friday to stop her by any means necessary.

M/N: What do you mean by any means?

Robert: Oh, you know, over time I am sure you will understand.

M/N: What?

Robert: Well goodnight and text me whenever you need me for anything, and I mean ANYTHING. I would think fast, you do not want to lose Henry and lose the opportunity to be with him.

What the hell you thought, you went to bed trying to forget what just happened until you started having a dream. You woke up in a room with Amy and Henry and they were just chatting and for some reason you were getting angry. “Henry is mine, and you won’t get in the way!” you said while running to her and before you could attack her you randomly woke up startled. It was Saturday seven in the morning, and you decided to get up. You thought to yourself, “what in the world was that dream, can you really be willing to hurt someone over a crush”. You had no homework to do, and your brothers and parents were still sleeping, out of curiosity you looked up Amy on social media. Now knowing about her confession coming up you start realizing all the signs were there, she always liked Henry and now she was ready to tell him, if the legend is true then that means Henry will say yes and you will lose your chance with him. You grabbed your phone and texted Robert hoping he would be up. M/N: HEY WAKE UP

Robert: Well, someone is excited.

M/N: Can you find any info on Amy, I mean anything.

Robert: Oh, someone is all ready to plan, I wonder what it is.

M/N: Just shut up and do it please.

Robert: All right I will do my best, who am I kidding of course I will find something I am the best.

You wait for a bit and after some time Robert has sent you a file with general information about Amy, you read it, but nothing catches your attention. If they are friends her feelings for him will never go away, so what can you do? Unless you could somehow change his perspective of her that will cause him to think differently of him. That's it, you just need to make sure their friendship diminishes to the point where Henry cannot see himself in a relationship with her if their friendship is not working out, but can you do that in just one school week, well you must try at least.

#henry cavill x male reader #male reader #x male reader

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fallingforel · 4 months

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PROMPTMAS DAY 3- UNDER THE MISTLETOE- Alex Turner

all prompts are not my own!!! created by abiiors original post can be found here

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"What are we doing for Christmas this year Al?" I ask taking my socks off and going under the covers while Alex was getting changed into his pyjamas.

"What we always do darling. having my mum and dad round your folks seeing as you've got a bigger family than I have"

"Yeah that'll be nice, except I was thinking that we'd go away together this year, you know just us. we haven't had a full time together in ages. what with Matt wanting us to have Amelia while the weddings coming up, My sister living with us during her I want to live in London stint. Then you finishing off the tour, you were away for the most of this year. This year has not been kind on us at all. We deserve some time together by ourselves"

"Yeah this year has not been kind at all. we do need the time away. need to see you in a few bikinis, or none at all" he says getting into bed snuggling up to me kissing my neck. "Where were you thinking darling?" "Maldives?" "Yeah sounds brilliant, can't wait sweetheart" he says kissing me before turning his light off I follow him and do the same and we end up spooning.

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on Christmas eve we touchdown in the Maldives and arrive at the hotel. "Isn't it nice just us?" Alex asks. "so nice can't wait to have you to myself, for the next two weeks." we were spending Christmas new years and Alex birthday in the Maldives spending some much needed time with each other. "Right where are your bikinis at?" he says going into the suitcase which has our presents in which makes me burst out into laughter then quickly scold him realising what suitcase he was going into. "What if I want to see my wife in her bikini I'm allowed to do just that thank you very much." "It's not that..." "what is it then?" "that ones got our presents in...you want the pink one." "Oh the pink suitcase. right i've got you now." he says putting it onto the bed and grabbing a bikini out and walking to me putting it in my hands.

The rest of that day was spent with Alex and I tangled together in sheets, bathrooms, pools, hot tubs. Anywhere you could think of.

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waking up the next morning, I found Alex sleeping soundly next to me with his arm around my waist, I slipped out of his hold quickly but carefully so as not to wake him and started making a coffee for both of us and went downstairs to the lobby to ask the hotel staff if they had a spare Christmas tree, the receptionist was lovely and helped me bring it up to Alex and I's room and quickly left when she realised Alex was asleep, not wanting to be intrigued. Once I managed to get the Christmas tree in place I opened the suitcase with the presents in and started laying them out around the tree.

Taking both of our coffees placing them down on the table next to Alex's side of the bed I carefully got on top of him and started kissing his left cheek then his right cheek then his nose and his lips and then his neck before nuzzling my face into it and I blew on it and he started to stir which was my queue to say "good morning my love, merry Christmas" pulling off of him and rolling towards my side "morning darling merry Christmas, did you sleep good?" "slept like a baby, there's coffee there" I say pointing to where the mugs sat on the table, he took a sip of it before saying "gorgeous, thank you sweetheart. Like what you've done with the place as well darling" he says admiring the christmas tree and the presents underneath it. "thank you handsome. you want to do presents after our coffees?" "Yeah we can do. You coming in for a cuddle darling?" "course I am"

So we finish our coffees and our hug and go sit underneath the tree, where we open our presents "so I actually have something to confess to you. Your main present is at my mum and dad's I asked them to keep hold of it for the time being, it was too big to bring with me. But! I have got you a lot of little ones to make up for it" "That's okay darling, your main one is at home in the garage, I kept it in there cos you don't go in there anyway" Alex says with a chuckle. "Hey! Have you seen the size of them spiders? they're fucking massive al." "I have but they aren't that big" "they are too. Anyway why would I need to face the big scary spiders, when I have my big lovely husband?" I say leaning in for a kiss, which he reciprocates.

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Safe to say my presents with Alex were a hit I had gotten him a pack of personalised guitar picks with a picture of me and him on it, as he said he had no reminders of me when he was on the stage and I wasn't there, A new dior aftershave, A new poetry book that he hadn't read before, A watch that he had wanted for some time, A new pair of raybans And some boxers and socks. In his card I had given him an I owe you a bottle of red and your main present.

My presents from Alex were just a hit as mine were, he got me a photo album of every photo we had together right from day one when we met, Carolina herrera's good girl perfume, A new CD to go in my car, A swarovski tennis bracelet, a new hoodie because "I kept stealing his", and some lacy lingerie sets. In my card had an I owe you a bottle of rose and your main present which made me laugh because we were so alike.

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we spent the rest of the day guessing what each of our main presents was, spending time together in the sheets and going to the shops to buy our wines so we could have them together.

By the time It reached 3pm (maldives time) though we realised the time and decided to facetime our families and wish them merry christmas and ask if they were having a nice morning. Most of them were, both our folks were asking where the grandkids were. "soon mum soon. Not right now, but soon" "Oh my gosh, Barry she's pregnant we're going to be grandparents! get the mistletoe out!" "MUM! I'm not pregnant. If I was would I be having a glass of white right now?" I say getting frustrated now. "Oh well, maybe if we get the mistletoe on camera it'll be time to think about kids." "Mum, no I'm going now." "err, you two can't go anywhere until you've kissed. the mistletoe is on the screen. It's the rules." "Oh my god." I placed a chaste kiss on Alex's lips. "There. Happy now?" "Oh come on babe, if your going to do it, do it properly." Alex says from beside me before grabbing my face in his hands and putting some love into the kiss lacking need but still being passionate. "Okay that's enough...I'M GOING NOW" my mum shouts from the facetime call which I had ditched on the bed still kissing Alex.

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#alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fic #alex turner imagine #alex turner slight!smut #alex turner fanfic #alex turner #alex turner christmas

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girlwithherheadinthestars · 2 months

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STORYTIME BC I'M GOING TO GO INSANE I HAD THE SCARE OF MY LIFE

ok ok remember that extra long early morning class from like five posts ago?

so for context the school was closed that day only super intense classes were coming in. my class wasn't the only one, my bff's class was supposed to come in, too. just those two classes, keep in mind. her class is on the third floor, mine is on the fourth and her class starts one hour before mine.

so i come early by like 30 minutes and all the lights are off and all the doors are closed except the lights in the corridor leading to my friend's class so i was like oh they're in there cool and i didn't think much of it.

i started wandering around the school because it was so dark and creepy and cool i literally felt like a ghost. there was a sound of someone turning on a tap and running water so i guessed it was from the bathroom downstairs where my bff's class was but it startled me and kinda made me uneasy right so i wanted to go back downstairs and when i opened the door to the stairwell mr. teacher dad was there and gave me the scare of my life (on purpose mind you he knew i was up there snooping). so i hung out with him and whatever and this creepy cat was following us. i got into a fight with the cat, the cat won.

so my friend's class ends an hour before mine so i told her to come up and visit before she goes back home but she didn't. so when we took a break me and one of my classmates went down to the third floor and the lights were still on but we went all the day down the hall to my bff's class and it was empty so i called her really upset that she left without talking to me and she didn't pick up

i was like ok whatever she's probably tired.

then when i got back home i saw a text from her that was like "oh sorry i didn't come by my class was canceled"

what

what do you mean your class was canceled

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

WHY WERE THE LIGHTS ON

WHO TF TURNED ON THE TAP

realizing that i'd been the only person in the entire school genuinely freaked me out i'm so shook. like ok maybe the guy in charge of opening the building opened that class because he thought they were coming in. but my class on the floor above wasn't open and the lights were off in the whole corridor even though they knew we were coming in too.

guys my school is haunted 😭

#i need to write a dark academic book with this vibe #storytime #school stories #high school #i'm probably insane #i need an explanation #rambles #overwrite overthink overanalyze

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Antonio- Moving In Together

"Dad where does YN want this?" I hear Diego ask

"Errm bathroom. She's in there sorting out the cupboards" just then Diego appears with a small box

"Thank you. Just pop it on the floor" I say. Once Diego has gone I open it up and take out my period pads and tampons putting them in the cupboard with more of my toiletries. My phone begins ringing from downstairs. Before I have chance to get up I hear foot steps running and Eva comes in holding it in her hands

"It's Jay" she tells me. I take the phone and answer it

"Hey"

"Ive got the unit you wanted, but I couldn't get it assembled"

"Ok don't worry, I'm sure we're will figure out how to build it" I walk out of the bathroom

"Dad mums here!" Diego shouts and I make my way downstairs to see Antonio opening up the door

"I've got to go. Laura's here for the kids"

"I'll be over in 10 with the unit"

"Thanks" I hung up and smile at Laura but she looks me up and down. She mainly stares at my stomach

"I'm not pregnant if that's what your wondering" I say crossing my arms

"Only reason Antonio would be having you move in"

"Laura" Toni warns her

"It's ok Toni don't worry, I'm not here to cause any drama. Just want to say goodbye to Eva and Diego" the kids both give me a hug. I say my goodbyes then leave Antonio to deal with his ex.

"You alright?" Antonio asks walking into our now shared bedroom while I'm folding my clothes

"Yeah I'm fine"

"I'm sorry about Laura. I told her she had no right to be questioning our relationship"

"Like I said, I'm ok" I sigh "she's your kids mom. She's got ever right to be cautious of me, how long will I be here? If we have a baby will we spend more time with our child and not Eva and Diego. She's just being protective of them and hopefully when she realises that I'm in it for the long hall she will except me"

"Your amazing you know" Antonio smiles wrapping his arms around me, I wrap my arms around his neck "if the rolls were reversed I'm not sure I'd be a cool about this all"

"I've see so many children suffer because of parents aren't getting along. I wouldn't want that for yours. All bad mouthing each other will do is effect the children"

"I love you YN"

"I love you as well" I kiss Antonio before we're rudely interrupted by Jay bringing my makeup unit "I best go and help Jay"

"I'll help Jay. You go grab us some food"

"You sure you want me to leave you alone with one of my brothers, and arguably the most protective one out of the two?" I raise an eyebrow at Toni

"Babe I work with him and we have never had a problem"

"Yeah you work with him. Your off work right now, this is personal time, so he's going to be in big brother mode"

"I'll be back ok with Jay"

"Your funeral" I raise my hands and walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs "I'm going for food. Please don't kill each other" I warn Jay before grabbing some money and leaving the house.

I return home with take out to a quiet house

"Hello? Please tell me your both alive" I joke walking into the kitchen "Jay? Toni?" I place down the food then head yelling in the living room. I follow the noise to see my brother and boyfriend watching football. I notice the the makeup unit spread across the floor "you boys want a beer after all the hard work you've done?"

"Sorry YN. We couldn't figure it out" I roll my eyes at Jay and grab the instructions off the coffee table and start looking at then also getting confused

"You think Kelly will know how to build this?"

"Already text him" Jay tells me "he's coming over tomorrow. Now shhhh we're watching the game"

"You boys and your football seriously" I shake my head and go back to the kitchen and grab 3 plates and plate up the food. I bring their food to them before grabbing my own and sitting next yo Antonio also watching the game.

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Off Limits

content warnings: talk of canon-consistent trauma

Part Five

I sit down next to Spencer on the couch, pulling a blanket onto my lap as I cross my legs in a pretzel. I’m in my pjs, a t shirt from my days in my high school’s chess club and a pair of blue cotton shorts I found in my dresser.

Spencer’s wearing red plaid pajama bottoms and a white t shirt. He looks good in a white t shirt. I hate that I’m thinking it but I am.

He has the bowl of popcorn in his lap as he turns on the tv. He then gives the remote to me since I lived here and know how to work it better.

As I’m searching through movies on Netflix, Spencer looks over to me.

“You were in chess club?”

I laugh softly, slightly embarrassed by the neediness I possessed in high school. “Yeah. I wasn’t great, but I was probably the best one. Well except Charlie Van Horton. Man, I hated that guy.”

Spencer chuckles a little, his white teeth nearly blinding me. He has a pretty smile. His lips are nice and pink too. God, I’m going to punch myself when he turns around.

“I love chess,” he tells me. “Your dad refuses to play with me because I always beat him.”

I laugh softly. “He refuses to play with me too.”

He smiles faintly. “Maybe we could play together sometime?”

“Oh hell no!” I laugh. “You’d kick my ass in two minutes.”

“Probably one.”

“Oh you got jokes now, Dr. Reid?” I hold my chuckle.

Spencer doesn’t hide his. “I can be funny.”

“Not on purpose,” I say, eyeing him.

“Ouch.”

I roll my eyes, choosing a movie. “This okay?”

He reads the summary in a solid 3 seconds. “Yes, sounds good.”

It’s a thriller movie that I figured he’d appreciate, but it shouldn’t be too scary where I’ll be unnerved for a few hours.

I press play and reach into the bowl on his lap, grabbing a handful of popcorn. He opted for the kettlecorn. Good choice.

Eventually, the credits start rolling on the screen. I’m half asleep and barely payed attention to the second half of the movie. It wasn’t bad, just not entirely attention grabbing.

“Jade?” Spencer asks softly.

“I’m awake,” I say, and my voice is barely convincing.

“You should get some rest.”

I yawn before rising from the couch. “I won’t argue with that. Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Sleep well,” he says gently.

I groggily go upstairs and make my way to my bedroom, being quiet as to not wake up my brother. It’s nearly 2am, and it was a struggle to get him asleep anyway.

I wake up this morning to the smell of eggs and bacon. Man, I could get used to Spencer being here.

After my usual bathroom routine, aka run to the toilet before I pee myself, wash my face, brush my teeth, and fix my bed head, I head downstairs toward the smell of breakfast.

Jack’s in his usual spot, feet kicking in the air as he sits and waits for his food to be ready. I sit down next to him after greeting the two boys.

“What are we doing today?” Jack asks me.

“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”

I can tell that he didn’t think that far ahead when he shrugs.

“Get back to me on that,” I say with a chuckle.

Spencer’s no longer in his pjs, which would be disappointing to me if I didn’t like the fit of the grey slacks he was wearing. I only met myself gaze for a few seconds.

“Sleep okay?” He asks me as he gets the eggs and bacon on a plate for my brother.

“Yep,” I nod. “I was so tired I almost missed my bed laying down.”

He gives me a concerned look.

“I didn’t though,” I assure him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he says. “The usual at least.”

I have a feeling his usual isn’t great, but l don’t pry.

Today, we’re laid back. Spencer runs an errand, and I stay with Jack playing with action figures until he comes back.

Around 1pm, I tell him to get ready for a nap, but he tells me he’s not tired. I argue with him for a bit, not sure how Dad handles these things.

“How about I read to you?” Spencer asks.

Jack’s little brown eyes light up. “Okay!”

He runs to the shelves by the tv and grabs his favorite book. I remember Dad reading it to me when I was his age. It was originally mine. It has my name in it, and when I was 18, I wrote Jack’s under mine.

Spencer’s voice is steady and calming. He slows down his pace so Jack can understand. He lets my brother read some of the words he’s learned.

I can’t help but smile at the sight of Jack leaned against Spencer’s shoulder while he reads to him.

Soon enough, I see those little eyes getting droopy. Spencer volunteers to lay him down. He carries him upstairs and comes back shortly after.

“You’re really good with him,” I tell him. “So much better than me.”

“Don’t say that. He adores you,” Spencer says.

“He has to; I’m his sister. He looks up to you.”

He smiles softly, those pink lips looking extra pretty.

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Jade says Jack looks up to me. I give her a soft smile, not sure what to say in response. I’m honored. I never thought I was looking up to material. Hotch and Morgan are definitely looking up to material, but am I?

Growing up, I didn’t have a man around who was. My father was around for the first 10 years of my life, but he made a point to stay at work later and be gone on errands longer than necessary once my mother’s health declined. He was not looking up to material. I knew this even when I was a kid, but especially when I stood there, trying to come up with something to say when my mother was begging him to stay. She called him a coward. I told her I’m not one.

But I think everyone can be cowardice at times. I surely wasn’t brave when Tobias Hankel held me in his father’s cellar. And I wasn’t heroic when a man who was looking up to material left me with only a letter.

And it’s not a brave thing to think that I don’t want a son because I’m not sure how to be a father to one when I didn’t have a good example. But that’s how I feel.

So maybe I’ll stick to the babysitting. Jack and Henry are great kids. I’ll just take care of them when needed and not have to worry about them not having a good role model. Hotch, Will, and JJ are perfect for that part.

“You okay there, Spencer?” Jade asks, bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Did you know daydreaming has many positive effects, including the lessening of anxiety?”

She shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I think you are okay.”

“I think I’m going to order Chinese for dinner if that’s okay with you,” I ask, changing the subject.

Takeout is a usual meal of mine inbetween cases. I’ve grown accustomed to it, and now I’m craving orange chicken and spring rolls.

“That sounds good to me. I’m sure Jack will agree. He loves noodles,” she says.

Over dinner, we talk about Jack’s favorite cartoons and how he’s excited for summer break. He says he hopes his dad will be home more to see him, and it makes me a little sad for him.

That man spends so much time dealing with serial killers, politics, and paperwork. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons Jade has always been a little distant with people- the walls.

“You don’t have many friends outside of work do you?” Jade asks, and it catches me off guard. Her tone isn’t rude or judgmental.

I furrow my eyebrows and press my lips together. “No.”

“I think that’s weird,” she says, and I almost give her a strange look before she says, “You’re a good person, easy to talk to. I guess you’re too busy with work, huh?”

“Yeah. The BAU keeps me occupied. Thank you though,” I say a little awkwardly.

I think Jade Hotchner is the only person in the world to say I am easy to talk to. The thought makes a slight grin creep up onto my face.

“What’s your middle name?” I ask after the curiosity clicked in my mind.

“Brooke. Brooks is- was my mom’s maiden name, so they thought it was fitting,” she tells me, and I’m a little sorry I asked because I didn’t mean to make her talk about her mom.

“It’s pretty,” I say instead of saying an awkward apology.

“Thank you,” she gives me a small smile.

Tomorrow, well really tonight since it’s past 12am when I’m going to bed, is Friday, the last full day I’m babysitting Jack. Hotch should be back late Morning Saturday.

six

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grandmascokebag · 4 months

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The Fushiguro's And Their Totally Super Platonic Dates

chapter 2

Megumi absentmindedly spritzed his $700 Dior cologne as he watched his reflection in the mirror. He noticed an abandoned Axe deodorant bottle in the back corner of the cabinet, remembering how he briefly started to use it in middle school before Gojo bought him expensive cologne and threatened to kick him out should he use it again.

God what a freak.

Megumi sighed as he remembered his date (it was not a date) with the new student, Yuji Itadori, after school. He might be cute, but he was also an idiot. As proof, Megumi’s new bracelet glinted in the bathroom lighting. He still remembered how excitedly Yuji shoved the gift in his hand, revealing a simple beaded bracelet saying “it’s OK to be sad” with a bunch of frowny faces. In the face of the pink-haired boy’s enthusiasm, all Megumi could do was smile and take it with an unenthusiastic thank you.

“How come every time you come around my London London bridge wanna go down -“

Gojo’s music drifted obnoxiously through the cracked door as he listened to his (stupid) playlist (link)

“Oh Megumiiiii” his utter buffoon of a guardian called. “Brekkie is ready! I made your favorite, blueberry pancakes with a smiley face since you’re sooooo saddddddd”

Megumi looked into the mirror, determinedly ignoring the crazed shouting. “One of these days,” he tells himself, before trailing off.

He reluctantly goes downstairs to see Tsumiki already sitting at the table, eyes glued to her phone. This isn’t too abnormal of an occurrence, but when she fails to greet her little brother, Megumi knows something is up.

“Who are you texting?”

“No one!” Tsumiki says too loudly, quickly turning off her phone and putting it down.

“Oooooooh who are you texting? A sordid affair, perhaps?” Gojo takes off his self-bought pink apron with the words “World’s Best Dad”.

“MEGUMI IS MEETING A CUTE BOY AFTER SCHOOL TODAY.” Tsumiki shouts to escape the attention.

“What the fuck-“

“MY SWEET PRECIOUS BOY IS BEING STOLEN AND IMPURIFIED? NONE OF THOSE LITTLE RATS ARE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOUR HEART, MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD. Except maybe that new kid; he’s chill, besides the trauma-dumping.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID WHORE. NO ONE LIKES YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH YOU AND YOUR HAIRCUT LOOKS LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER’S” Megumi screams, throwing a chair.

There’s a pregnant pause before Gojo slowly reaches over and rearranges the pancakes to resemble a frown.

“Well that's my cue to get going!” Tsumiki cheerfully side-steps the elephant in the room as she skips outside, pausing at the door. “Wanna come with, Megumi?” she asks, clearly taking pity on the boy.

“God yes,” he mutters and quickly follows, ignoring his guardian’s attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

“You know, you should really be nicer to Gojo,” Tsumiki admonishes as they buckle up. “He did raise us.”

“Badly,” Megumi mutters back. “Do you remember that time I almost asphyxiated because he didn’t believe I had peanut allergies because that ‘doesn’t run in the family genes’. Tsumiki, we’re adopted.”

Her answering giggle sounds like chimes. “Well, it was a little funny.”

“I almost died.”

“You were fine! You’re such a spoilsport sometimes, Megumi.”

“Whatever.” Megumi leans back in his seat, giving his sister the silent treatment as they drive to school before he remembers the original topic of discussion. “So, who were you texting this morning?”

“It’s seriously no one,” she says but Tsumiki’s light blush is answer enough. “He and I are just… friends.”

“He?” Megumi’s focus narrows onto the word. “I thought you were gay?”

“What? I’m bi but why did you think that?”

“Probably because there’s not a single straight person in this town that I know of.”

“What? That can’t be true; there’s…. Oh never mind I guess you’re right. Well anyways, he’s cute but doesn’t see me that way.” Tsumiki frowns, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

Megumi reigns in his quickly igniting anger when seeing his sister dejected, but just barely. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, he buys me flowers and holds my hand and walks me to class and gives me his jackets and ties my shoelaces when they come undone and holds my books but he hasn’t explicitly asked me out on a date.”

“Are you serious? He clearly seems to like you, not to mention you’re literally perfect. Don’t put yourself down over some man!”

“Don’t you like men?”

“That’s besides the point. You should ask him out. If he breaks your heart, I’ll beat him up.”

Tsumiki laughs, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “Don’t do that,” she lightly admonishes, though her lips twitch in a smile. “You’re right. I’ll ask him out later today. Thanks, Megs.”

“Ugh just don’t tell Gojo I gave you good advice instead of sabotaging your relationship.”

The car slows as they pull into school.

“Promise.” Tsumiki winks, linking their pinky fingers. “And I also won’t tell him any more about Yuji, though you should take your own advice.”

“Shut up!” Megumi quickly leaves the car and his annoying but loveable sister behind.

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AFTER SCHOOL

“Yo!” Yuji calls as he jogs over, his pink hair perfectly tousled and his brown eyes bright and stop THINKING STUFF LIKE THAT OH MY FUCKING GOD.

“Hey,” Megumi responds perfectly neutrally. “So where are we heading?”

“Don’t worry! I know just the place!”

Megumi feels his cheeks heat, wondering just how much Yuji has planned ahead, just how much Yuji has thought about him.

Not a lot, Megumi realizes as he walks inside a motherfucking Chuck E. Cheese.

“Man, I’ve missed this place,” Yuji sighs, looking around with nostalgia. “I haven’t been here since my grandpa died.”

Megumi softens despite his best efforts. “It reminds me of Disneyland.”

Yuji laughs brightly, grabbing Megumi’s hand to lead him to their table. “Haha really? When did you go there?”

Megumi freezes before quickly shaking himself out of his stupor. “When I was a young naïve little boy who still trusted his father. We went together to visit the happiest place on Earth, but it soon became the saddest place on my Earth…”

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FLASHBACK

It was a bright and sunny morning the day little Megumi’s world came crashing down. His father, with the ugliest rat dog sitting on his broad shoulders, held his hand as Megumi ate his ice cream cone.

“If you drop that, I’m not stealing another one,” his poor as shit father scolded the child who didn’t listen.

Tsumiki, meanwhile, couldn’t keep her eyes off of the crusty dog on her father’s shoulder. She finally pried them away, forcing herself to enjoy the day to the fullest, before she heard a gravelly whisper behind her.

“Your skin smells tasty”

Tsumiki whipped her head around. “Did you say something, Dad?”

“What? No. Are you stupid?”

“I guess I must have imagined it…” Tsumiki turned forward once again, but felt a stare prickle the back of her neck. She quickly split off from her family. “I’m just going to go to the restroom quick!”

Her father absentmindedly nodded while the dog on his shoulder shook and foamed at the mouth, its beady eyes following her.

Megumi, meanwhile, stared fixedly at a couple having a noisy argument in the distance.

“I don’t care if the mice make your fucking clothes; I don’t want them in the house.” The tattooed pink-haired man gestured wildly.

The blonde woman slapped his hand away. “I’m surprised you even noticed the mice considering your never at the house, but rather drinking and fucking those WHORES-”

As Megumi’s nosy ass leaned forward to listen better, his ice cream scoop peeled away from its cone and fell onto the street.

“Motherfucker.”

“Hey, who taught you to swear like that?” His father frowned at him. “Fucking Christ, did you seriousy drop your ice cream?”

Megumi recognized the annoyed tone his father adopted and quickly scrunched his face up like he was going to cry.

“Ah shit, don’t cry, people will judge me for being a shit father. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Tojir looked around wildly for something to appease his (not really) upset son. “Here! Look at those pretty princesses!”

Megumi glanced over, his bout of fake tears quickly forgotten. “I kind of prefer the princes.”

Everything stopped.

Both his father and the dog turned mechanically to face the young boy.

“Are you a fucking fa-”

“Is the dog seriously talking right now?” Megumi interrupted, frightened by the turn of events and the intelligent gleam in the dog’s beady, homophobic eyes.

“No, of course the dog did not fucking talk,” his dad lied. “But more importantly, are you… one of those?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know what… I gotta go… make a phone call.” His dad took an awkward step back. “Can I see that napkin real quick?”

Puzzled, Megumi handed the tissue over while his father uncapped a black marker and scribbled something on it.

“OK kid, just wait here… I’ll be right back.” As Megumi gazed upon his father’s retreating back (for the last time, though he did not know that), the scraggly dog turned to look him in the eye.

It laughed, an awful squeaking noise that would haunt Megumi through his nightmares. He was shocked out of his pondering when a hand tapped his shoulder.

Tsumiki frowned at him. “Uhhhhh where did Dad go?”

“I don’t know, but he left me this napkin that I can’t read ‘cause I’m only 5.”

Tsumiki grabbed it and read aloud, despite the many spelling errors:

Yo Gojo if ur reeding this, I have abandoniene left my cids in ur qare. Take good qare of them! Or dont, I dont really qare, jyst dont kontact me again. Byyyyyyyyyyyyyy

-Toji and Lucy

There was a little paw print next to the message, though Megumi thought it seemed more like a threat than a goodbye.

Tsumiki’s eyebrows creased. “Why is the dog’s name signed? Actually, more importantly, who the fuck is Gojo?”

Suddenly, they heard a commotion in the distance and spotted an unreasonably tall man with sunglasses talking with the police.

“No, I already told you, I’m not trying to kidnap them; the dad left them with me for a super secret mission.”

“Sir, please calm down.”

“Unhand me, you pig!”

A brief scuffle came about, ending when the tall man was tazed by the officer. He shook sporadically, before his eyes met the two childrens’.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Found them! Let me just get out of your hair.” The man jerked suddenly in what might have been a forceful handshake, before stumbling over to Megumi and his sister, crouching down obnoxiously.

“Hey little crotch goblins. I’m Gojo, but you can just call me papa.” The white-haired man shot them an award-winning smile.

What a creep, both kids thought, rearing back their fists.

In a true display of teamwork, Tsumiki’s fist cracked his nose while Megumi kicked his crotch.

The man fell back with a pathetic high-pitched scream of pain. “Damn, you guys really are Toji’s kids.”

END FLASHBACK

“And that's how Gojo adopted me and my sister.”

“Wow that’s… really sweet,” Yuji lied. “Wait, how did your dad even know Gojo?”

“Well, I asked Gojo once and he said…”

ANOTHER FUCKING FLASHBACK

One dreary night, as rain pattered the rooftops and froze the hearts of young couples, two men walked into a bustling bar.

The white-haired man, obviously tipsy, stared at the other. “You know, my ex also had dark hair. God, what a bitch.”

“Oh really?” Toji hummed noncommittedly, not really listening.

“No,” Gojo tearfully said. “Imagine God made a perfect angel and that angel happened to have dark hair and a weird kink for cults… That was my ex.”

Toji perked up at the mention of religion. “Man, I love God. I’ll drink to that.”

They clinked shot glasses and downed their respective liquors.

“Wait,” Gojo paused. “Isn’t alcohol a sin?”

“It’s only a sin if you get drunk,” slurred the clearly drunk man.

Gojo shrugged the comment off, not willing to waste his limited brainpower on the thought. “Hate the sin, love the sinner, I guess.”

“EXACTLY.” the older man clapped him hard on the shoulder. “You get it.”

“Sure, sure. It’s like the age-old question, y’know,” Gojo almost fell off the stool as he leaned back. “Gay son or thot daughter?”

Toji swiftly downed another drink. “I would sooner leave my stupid children in the hands of some stranger like you than deal with that fiasco.”

He shuddered with disgust but Gojo only laughed loudly. “Only if you buy the next round!”

Toji glanced up consideringly. “Shake on it?”

Gojo, clearly drunk and thinking this was a joke, shook hands all too eagerly.

Toji waved the bartender for another round. “I have this kid back at home, and I don’t even vibe with it for real. It’s so weird and gross and tiny. Like ew.”

Gojo morosely fidgeted with his empty glass. “My ex-boyfriend broke up with me to play soccer at another school. I mean, who does that? And right before nationals? Hella lame.”

“OK, you don’t need to rub your gayness all over the place. Like, tone it down. Anyways, I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’re a sinner ‘cause I really like you, kid.”

“Thanks, I guess.” The two men exchanged numbers before Gojo left to find a rebound (he didn’t) (he tried flirting and started crying) (it was pathetic) (he got kicked out of the bar).

END FLASHBACK

Megumi was interrupted from his visceral flaming of his guardian by the Chuck E. Cheese rat arriving with the pizza.

“Oh, thank you.” Megumi tried to grab the food but the mascot held firm.

“Your skin smells so tasty.”

“What?”

The rat cleared its throat, though it didn’t do much to help its raspy yet squeaky voice that somewhat reminded Megumi of Mechamaru’s stupid bitch ass whiny voice. “Your pizza smells so tasty.” It quickly left, but not before Megumi heard what seemed like strangely familiar growling.

“Yuji, did you hear that?”

“What? I was distracted by the pretty balloons.” Yuji pointed wistfully to a kid’s cheap birthday party in the corner. “You were saying something about Gojo?” He turned his pretty brown eyes back to Megumi and oh GOD FOCUS FOCUS.

“Yes… him. Well, even though he’s an annoying, irresponsible, pathetic loser who has almost killed me out of negligence multiple times, he wasn’t the worst. I guess. It was fun when he measured us against the wall growing up, or when we would watch horror movies that I totally wasn’t scared of even though they were rated R and definitely not meant for the sensitive eyes of children but, of course, sweet little Tsumiki never had a problem ‘cause she’s just sooooo perfect.” He paused. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

Yuji nodded along sympathetically. “I felt like I was in a horror movie when I saw my grandpa’s dead body,”

“Yeah anyway,” Megumi ignored his traumadumping with practiced ease. “I wonder what Tsumiki is doing now.”

MEANWHILE

Tsumiki sat with her notes spread out like a fan around her on the grass. As she read aloud her bundle of notecards, the man laying on her lap twisted daisies into a flower crown.

She scrunched her nose in annoyance as she got another one wrong. “Ugh this is so stupid. I’m totally going to fail Professor Geto’s quiz, and he won’t give me any extra credit ‘cause he doesn’t like me because Gojo has to ruin everything!”

“What, no,” the boy sat up to face her properly. “Miki, you’re literally the smartest person I know. If anyone is going to ace this test, it will be you.”

Tsumiki smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes as she looked away, clearly not believing him.

He gently brushed his finger against her chin, forcing her to look at him. With her full attention, he placed the flower crown on her head as her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed out, before realizing what he said as his cheeks burned a vibrant red. “I mean you’re- you’re obviously- I mean-”

Tsumiki’s answering smile was real this time, and all the sweeter for it, as she pulled his beanie down all the way and pushed his face back admonishingly.

“Yeah,” he said in a strangled and totally masculine voice. “The notes. We should get back to your notes. Haha. Totally.”

He made to lean back, to give her some more space because is it getting hot in here? Or is that just her? Oh shit it’s probably my beanie. He quickly pulled it off.

“Wait,” Tsumiki’s hand grabbed his shoulder, halting his escape and oh god even her hand is pretty I am so fucked.

“Do you… Can we…” The girl trailed off, looking slightly unsure before firming her resolve. “Ino, would you like to go out sometime? Romantically, I mean. On a date.” She coughed, her cheeks burning a more vibrant red at the awkward phrasing.

“YES!” Ino yelled, before coughing and looking away. “I mean, yes. Totally. That would be totally chill.”

There was a pause before they locked eyes and started giggling, their sweet laughter signifying a beautiful start to a beautiful relationship.

Tsumiki’s eyes caught on his watch. “Oh shit, I need to go home soon! Gojo is making us watch a new episode of the Real Housewives of New Jersey and he’ll totally freak if I’m gone.”

She smiled apologetically at Ino, but he had already packed up her things and started walking.

“Oh, I can carry-”

“Nope!” He smiled cheekily at her. “New boyfriend gets to carry his partner’s stuff!” His brown eyes danced in the sunlight before they widened in panic. “I mean- unless you don’t want to put a label on it- which is chill! So chill! Totally chill. I was just-”

“Ino.” Tsumiki leaned back onto her car as she smiled fondly up at him, chest brimming with adoration. “You’re fine,” she said exasperatedly.

“Oh, I’m fineee, huh?” His cheeks dimpled into a brilliant smile as he placed a hand next to her on the car, which was so fucking sweaty that he immediately slipped and almost headbutted her.

She caught him effortlessly, holding him up by his shoulder, faces inches apart.

Ino smiled dazedly. “Wow, you’re really strong-”

“Can I kiss you?” She cut him off.

His eyes softened. “Of course.”

They both leaned in, Tsumiki’s hands migrating to his neck and tangling in his soft hair.

Long story short, Tsumiki was late and, even though Gojo obnoxiously yelled at her the entire night, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

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im-not-a-l0ser · 16 days

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Hi, today sucked, lemme tell you all the reasons it sucked in chronological order

I woke up at 1 am and read for a while. I did not get back to bed until 5 am.

I woke up approximately 15 minutes before I had to be out the door, so despite my planning to take a shower and wear a Victorian esc clothing today (for throwback Thursday, dumb school thing) I couldn't.

I didn't eat last night, so for the first time this semester I got breakfast from the cafeteria and it was not good.

We were practicing hand and arm massages in class for state board and wow, I fucking hated the smell, feeling and all around company of the lotion we were using.

I didn't charge my phone last night so I had my phone (and laptop) plugged in for my last two periods of school.

It was warm enough that I didn't need my jacket (a comfort item) so I took it off and put it over my backpack. It fell on the dirty bus floor while I was napping through the half hour bus ride.

My laptop wasn't plugged in properly so it was nearly dead when I got home.

Dad said we were going to the library to file my taxes. Okay, gotcha, I won't change into my home clothes, I'll just switch my binder out for a bra.

My sheets were dirty and I didn't want to lay in my gross bed with clean clothes on so I stripped my mattress and brought the sheets downstairs, where I find the washing machine on a self cleaning cycle. It was at 0, but I guess that's not done?

I notice that my little siblings who had lice for a couple days have put clothes in the laundry basket downstairs, which has my prom dress in it. Prom is on Saturday and I am literally too afraid to dig through their shit to find the dress.

I return to my room and work on chapter two of a story, but it's getting late and my dad hasn't called me out to the van yet.

I only learn my dad is home when he sends a picture of dinner to the gc. I leave my room to ask when we're doing taxes; he tells me he's eating and that I should eat too.

Twenty minutes later (like 7:50 pm at this point), we finally start my fucking taxes.

Very long annoying process, to learn that state taxes should not be filed through this site for me. It worked just fine for my sibling. I ask dad if we can do it tomorrow and he says taxes are due in four days. Whatever.

We go to a different site to file my state taxes where I try to register twice and it denies me both times for my laptop having a VPN. I do not control that; it's my school laptop and it didn't even process that's what the issue was for like 10 minutes.

Dad tells me to go to bed. He's tired. That's when I'm allowed to go to bed, when he's tired.

I return to my room and realise my sheets have never been put in the wash, and I can't sleep without a blanket. And for obvious reasons, I only trust that one blanket right now.

I shove it in the wash for a half hour load, but it doesn't fucking matter because my sister's shit is in the dryer at 45 minutes. She doesn't have an empty basket in the bathroom to put the dry stuff into should it finish and someone else needs to. Her shit is going on the floor in about 20 minutes.

I'm laying on my bed, very cold, just waiting for the fucking wash to be done so I can go to sleep. Except, I know it won't be because my sheets take like two hours to dry at high heat, which also means I won't have my comfort jacket for tomorrow.

I just want to go to sleep and can't because I'm stressing over the idea of going to school in not my comfort jacket.

Honorable mentions: My cosmetology textbook has really misleading information regarding synthetic wigs and its pissing me off. I was supposed to go to Walmart today so I could get breakfast for tomorrow. We had a test in English that gave me a lot of anxiety.

#tw vent #vent #venting #my dad isnt a bad guy im just annoyed #i might be having a panic attack #i genuinely dont know

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captain-is-king · 11 months

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After the Supernova Chapter 2

Link to Ao3 Here

Look, if I was Nova I would need to do a lot of yelling and crying to process everything that happened. And I like the idea of after everything Nova actually WANTING to sleep. Like she's mentioned in the books before that she wished she could be unconscious for 8 hours like everyone else. And I feel like after the couple days she's had, that would be more true than ever.

I also really want to (eventually, later this fic) write a scene (or a few) where it's Max, Adrian, Hugh, Simon, and Nova cooking together in the kitchen. Just the sheer domesticity of it makes my chest hurt. Maybe Simon lets Max wear his stupid black and white checkered apron. Maybe they actually move the superhero stuff down the hall and the food into the closet in the kitchen. MAYBE THEY ALL MAKE LUMPIA TOGETHER. Or they surprise Nova with it! Either way! All of the above! Anyway, uh, I'll write that at some point.

Also, Simon and Hugh can't replace the family Nova had with the Anarchists, but I do think they can add to it. Like Nova will still have Leroy and Winston. When, in this chapter, Nova is upset about the Anarchists I don't think she's necessarily talking about Leroy. Leroy was the only one who ever suggested that Nova NOT be an Anarchist. He gave her that out in BOOK ONE. And I thought that was a really interesting distinction from all of the other Anarchists.

Like we all saw Ingrid using Nova to get back at the Renegades. I never suspected that Honey would turn out like that, but in retrospect it isn't entirely surprising. Like Honey told Nova how to flirt with Adrian but looking back on it, I don't know that it was ever for Nova's benefit. I think the expectation was ALWAYS that she would betray Adrian and everyone else in the end.

And I don't think Leroy was perfect because he did go along with Honey to change the plan at the arena to rescue Ace and obviously they've all made a lot of mistakes. But I don't think he ever would've pushed back if Nova said "No don't chemically burn my fingerprints off" or "I will take you up on the offer to go make a better life for myself." And I FULLY plan to address that later in this fic. I have so many ideas, y'all.

Also, I LOVE the idea from @honey-harper-official (I don't have the link, sorry!!) that Winston basically sabotaged the plan to kill the Renegades at the parade. Like that is canon to me. I really really like the arc that Winston went through and he was one of my favorite characters from book one because he clearly actually cared about Nova?? He could've betrayed her to make things better for himself but he didn't. I don't even think he really considered betraying her.

And I can't have him be dead in this fic because I NEED him and Nova to actually talk. And I need Nova to have someone from her childhood who fully didn't emotionally abuse her or see her as a pawn or a tool to regain power. I think, narratively, Winston dying didn't add much except the reconciliation with Nova, and if I go back and retroactively say that a (magical prodigy) healer actually got to him soon enough (even though Nova thought he was dead dead), I don't think it takes anything away from the story.

Anyway an excerpt from Chapter 2 under the cut :)

“So, Dad and Pops said probably won’t be back here tonight since they’re trying to get ahead of…whatever happened at the cathedral,” said Adrian, “But, there’s four empty guest rooms in the house, so you guys can have your pick.”

Nova considered briefly whether it would be inappropriate to ask which rooms were where the murders had taken place, but she thought better of mentioning it in front of Max and instead said, “I was actually hoping to take a shower. It’s…been a long day.”

“Oh, right. Do you just want to use my bathroom downstairs? I don’t think any of the guest bathrooms have, well, anything in them. There are a couple extra towels down there, though, and soap and whatever else you need. Or I could draw something, I guess. If you want.”

“I’m going to choose my room!” Max said, already halfway up the stairs. “But I need to know which ones might have ghosts, first.”

Nova could use Adrian’s bathroom. She didn’t know why she had made a big deal of it anyway. It felt strangely intimate, but so did all of this. Staying here, imposing on their family.

“I’ll find what I need,” she said. “It sounds like you have to give the official tour.”

He shot her a grateful smile, and bounded up the stairs after Max.

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to remember which of the dozen doors on the first floor led to the basement. She made her way down the stairs, remembering the last time she was here. The entire house had smelled like cinnamon, and Adrian had shown her the dream she told him about. He drew her a jungle, and birds, and headphones, and she had fallen asleep for the first time in ten years.

Part of her wanted to see the studio again, but she knew nothing would be left. It all would’ve vanished when Adrian neutralized his own powers. So instead, she opened the door to the bathroom and peeled off her sweaty, dirty clothes while the water ran.

When she stepped under the water, Nova realized it was actually hot. Since the Anarchists had moved to the subway station on the Day of Triumph, hot water had been a rare luxury. Even at the row house, the water had been tepid, at best.

As she stood there, the water running in rivulets down her body and the heat melting the tension in her muscles, she couldn’t help but begin to think, again, that she didn’t deserve this.

She might as well have been the one to kill those people in the arena. To kill Callum and Winston, and who knew who else. She was the one who helped the Anarchists and the Rejects get inside. She had given Ace his helmet.

And here she was, as though she were any other house guest in the mansion where Ace himself had slaughtered a family only a decade prior.

How could Simon and Hugh let her into their home? How could Max joke with her and Adrian as if nothing was different? How could anyone think she deserved any help or affection after everything she had done? Everything she had not done. All for the benefit of a lie she had believed for ten years.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

#renegades trilogy #nova artino #winston pratt #adrian everhart #max everhart #leroy flinn #hugh everhart #simon westwood #supernova #after the supernova

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jtmportland · 2 years

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Another Thursday, another old scan. And this one dates all the way back to April 1988. I had just arrived in London for university. My programme was initially painting and later graphic design, but I always carried a camera around for inspiration. This photo was snapped in my newly rented flat in South Kensington. A prime location, just blocks from the Gloucester Road station, but the place was a bit of a shambles. An old Victorian mansion block divided into a dozen one room flats. The shared bathroom (one of those creepy cast iron clawfoot tubs) was on the floor above me, and the toilet downstairs. In the hallway just outside my flat was a coin telephone. The Australians in the building would phone home in the middle of the night due to the time zone difference. Of course I listened to their conversations ... how could you not? I can still hear that Aussie twang ("...but mum, I just need enough money for a flight to Barcelona. I’ll get a gig teaching English and pay you when I’m back in Sydney... That London pub job? It ... erm ... didn’t work out"). I loved that place. The landlady, Mrs. Fortunato, was an intimidating figure. She lived in another building round the corner where I had to drop off rent every Sunday (£60 a week). Each time she’d accuse me of feeding the pigeons on the front terrace. “We do not feed the vermin, do you understand?!” Anyway, I’ll post more photos and stories about that flat some other time. That's me in the mirror. The Argus Seventy-Five was a gift from my dad. It used 620 film (and I think there was a way to convert it to 120). I don’t remember what the other camera was, except that it had a light leak that created interesting effects.

#tbt #canon ae-1 #ilford xp1 #london #selfie

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omg the staal fic 👀👀 can u write like a part 2 where rod finds out or something? doesn't have to be while jordan's fucking u but like some domestic fluff

go ahead and cry little girl - jordan staal (part 2)

shameless jordan staal x brindamour!reader

warnings: no proofread. brindamour daughter. just go away if you simply cannot get past jordan staal 💀 daddy issues. cum kink. daddy is used like 1-2 times?? i can’t remember. princess is the primary pet name. secret relationships. AGE GAP!!! (19/20-33).

summary: daddy issues. part two of go ahead and cry little girl. you all take a family trip (martinooks, slavins, staal and brindamour) to cancun for post season vacation. you just read it.

it had been a month since the end of the season, you had been kinda lonely since everyone had gone on their vacations, the team and your close friends at school. but through the month of june, what you had to look forward to was july.. when your dad, the martinooks, slavins and staal were going on a trip. you got an invitation to go because you just don’t go on trips during the summer, usually you stay home in raleigh, so it was nice.

but finally the trip had been coming around the corner and you could finally anxiously begin to pack to go to some luxury resort in cancun. you had no worries for the trip.. except for jordan. whilst you little secret love affair had been going on since the cookout, you had only been alone with him a few times since. now you’d be with him for 2 weeks, every day, while wearing skimpy bikinis, practically begging him to be fucked. so going through your collection of bikinis, you grabbed everything that wouldn’t necessarily draw attention to you, besides those .. few that you could get away with. you’re with dad and kids, remember. these are just for those days you’re not with either of them.

the week passed and you’re finally stuck in the airport, sitting next to jordan, leaning against his shoulder while you listened to music on your phone. you didn’t care at this point, at least not enough about the fact that you were resting your eyes while laying on his shoulder. it was one of the many things the older guys had accustomed to, and that was your level of comfort with them. eventually he looked down at your phone while you picked a new song

“what are you listening to?” his voice was gentle as he asked, making me smile a little. i pulled one of my earbuds out, looking up at him. “just a playlist.. nothing special..” you smiled, before looking back down at your phone, you clicked on the song and showed him. he nodded and you just went back to laying against his shoulder. eventually you got on the plane , sitting with your dad, you put your earbuds back in after take off and sleep for most of the flight. getting a soft shake on your shoulder, you realize that you’re about to land and you’re almost able to officially enjoy a long vacation away from home.

it took nearly a stressful walk off the plane, gathering luggage and getting to the resort for your ass to be at peace. you almost shook like a chihuahua until you got to the resort, staying in a villa along the beach. walking in, you dramatically throw yourself onto a couch as the others come and settle in.

“y/n, you gonna come grab your stuff?” marty says to you, as he walks past you to claim a bedroom. you nod weakly, getting up to go explore the bedrooms. you walk upstairs and see a room that opens up to the balcony, while not being the master it’s pretty nice so you dove into the bed, claiming it as your own. throwing down the jacket you had wrapped around your waist and your phone on the bedside table, you walk downstairs and grab your luggage. coming back up you see that jordan claimed the one next to your room. great.

you had finally gotten settled in, putting clothes away and pushing your suit case into a corner, you put some stuff away in the bathroom and let out a tired sigh as you opened the balcony door to step outside. it was warm but the breeze was nice. you sat down and stared at the water before you heard footsteps, ignoring it until you felt someone behind you. leaning over to place a kiss on your head. “you look stressed, you alright?” jordos voice invaded your senses.

“yeah im fine. i just don’t like airports and checking in at hotels.. then luggage.. everything about the beginning process to traveling is stressful.” you glance at him as he sits down next to you. you both sit in silence for a moment. you thought about him. you thought about how you definitely weren’t dating but weren’t seeing other people. it wasn’t friends with benefits. it just was definitely dads coworker with benefits. “jordan.. you don’t see anything actually happening between us.. do you.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands. “i don’t think this is the best place to talk about that, princess..” he mumbled, his eyes also going down to his hands, seeing a bare ring finger at 33. “you’re right. i’m sorry..” you bring your thumb to your mouth, biting down on your nail before jaccob walked in. “hey, do you guys wanna help figure out dinner?” he said, shooting you a smile. you nodded , getting up with jordan shortly behind you.

picking dinner was hard with a ton of people but finally you all narrowed it down and everyone changed into something nicer before leaving to go to dinner. pulling on a silk slip dress, you stood in the mirror before, you saw your dad in your doorway. “cmon honey, let’s get going.” no matter how much he seemed to discard you, he still somehow spoke to you in a kind voice that he rarely spared to anyone. you grabbed a clutch and walked out the door, making your way downstairs. dinner felt long and maybe it was just your exhaustion but you were practically falling asleep in your seat as you waited for your food.

“you okay?” marty asked you as you were leaving the restaurant, his baby in his arms as he walked up next to you. “oh yeah-“ you shot him a big smile. “i’m just sleepy is all!” he nodded. “okay, as long as you’re all good..” he smiled, taking a free hand to gently ‘dad hit’ your shoulder. finally getting back home, you said a quick goodnight to everyone, you walked upstairs, undressed and changed into some shorts and a tank top, diving into bed.

your room was silent before you heard your door open. “goodnight honey.” your dads voice was gentle and you mumbled a goodnight. “love you.” he said before closing the door. you could barely utter a response before he closed the door again. groaning into your pillow , you grab your phone and text jordan.

‘can you come to my room when it’s clear?’

…

‘yeah i’ll be in there in a minute’

a good 10-20 minutes passed before he was quietly slinking off to your room. walking in he looked down at you in the bed. you looked up at him with a small smile, tapping the bed so he would lay down with you. rolling his eyes he finally laid down on top of the sheets, his arms wrapping around your frame. “i missed you…” you mumbled, pushing your face into his chest. “me too, princess”

while obviously you’d been with him all day and seen him on and off, you never got to just lay with him, let him comfort you, let him just love you. you pulled your face from his chest and placed your lips against his. you let out a soft breathy whimper against his lips, bringing your arms up to his hair , burying your fingers in his long hair. his hands gently finding their way up your waist, thumbs pressed under your breasts. “jordan..” you mumbled against his lips. “f-fuck..” your body was warm despite the lack of clothing. “baby, we can’t do this” his lips ghosted over yours as he spoke. “i know..” you sighed, nose pressed to his, lips hardly touching. you licked your lips, tongue dragging over his as well. “mhm.. do you now..” he teased, pulling you closer to him. “i just need you” your voice was small, quiet and needy. “cmere then..” he finally gives in. he had been ignoring the growing hardon between his legs that he got when he saw you laying in just those shorts and a tank top, your nipples peaked from the chilly room, the shorts hiked up your legs , exposing your thighs. he was weak. he pulled your shorts to the side, pulling your lacy panties with them. spreading your legs. he quickly felt the slick between your legs, causing him to groan softly. your lips parted, a quiet moan leaving you before he pulled his cock out, lining up with your pussy before he pushed in.

“j-jordan-“ you pushed your face into his neck, muffling the way his name left your mouth. “oh my fucking god..” he groaned, trying to keep his voice down as he stuffed his cock into your tight cunt. “i just wanna sit here for a minute..” he says as he placed his hands on your hips, holding you on his cock. “jordy i’m tired.. i’ll fall asleep” you look up at him, eyes lidded. “if you fall asleep that means i can’t get up and leave..” he lets out a soft chuckle. i wish you could stay..” your voice was becoming sleepy, just feeling full satisfied you enough. “i know, princess.” he speaks as he slowly begins to move his hips against yours. your hands now against his back resulted in your nails against his skin, slowly digging in.

he began to slowly, and as quietly as possible, fuck you. he brought a hand down, gently lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle, picking up his thrusts a little. your moans became a little more desperate, causing him to coo a gentle “be quiet , princess. you have to be quiet..” you nodded , pushing your face into his chest, using him as a pillow to muffle your moans. rutting his hips against yours, you dug your nails into his back. “daddy.. i’m- fuck-“ you began to mumble incoherent words as he hit that spot that had your legs shake. “i’m gonna .. cum soon.. p-please” you uttered, causing him to grunt in acknowledgement. “it’s okay, baby doll. cum on my cock when you need to..” dropping that overly dominant facade, and just playing comfort to ease you through an orgasm, you could feel that knot in your stomach begin to twist until he hit that spot one more time, causing your nails to dig deep in his shoulder as you cried into his chest, cumming in his cock as you shook around him. he held you close, grounding you while he bit back a groan as he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming deep inside of you, filling you up.

“you okay, princess?” he speaks , his voice was raspy as he looked down at you. your breaths were heavy as you nodded. he slowly, regretfully, pulled out of your pussy, pulling your panties and shorts back in place before he pushed himself back into his shorts. your fell more sleepy, as you cuddled into his chest.. he hated to ruin it, but he had to. “princess, i gotta go back to my room.” his hand gently rubbing over your back. you nodded, reluctantly letting him go. “it’s okay.. we have two whole weeks of this.” he smiled, slowly getting up, helping to put you under the covers. he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “goodnight, princess.” he speaks against your shoulder. “goodnight…” you mumble, upset at his lack of warmth against you body, but quickly falling asleep at the lack of something taking your attention.

the night turned to morning and you had a slow rise, remembering that staal had gotten up to leave before you had fallen asleep. you glance out at the beach before getting out of bed, pulling a hoodie over your tank top before grabbing a bag of products to start your morning. quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face, you made your way to drop the items in your room before going downstairs. entering the kitchen, you see the house is nearly empty while there’s left over breakfast on the counter. looking around, you see no one’s inside, until the sliding door opens, jordan walking in. “everyone’s on the beach.. i stayed back to wait on you.” he smiled. it was welcoming, making your heart melt a little as you gathered some food on your plate before warming it up. he made his way over to you, hands coming to your waist as you turned, leaning against the counter while you waited. placing your hands up around his neck, he leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours.

“this is kind of risky, don’t you think?” you whisper against his lips, before kissing him once more. “just maybe a little bit..” he smiles, pushing you back into the kiss a little more. “i’m still thinking about last night” he speaks before his tongue is over your lips, soon pressing against yours. you made a small sound of approval, saying ‘me too’ while his tongue pressed against yours inside of your mouth. your sloppy make out was interrupted by the loud microwave in your ear. a short groan left you as he reaches over you and pulls out the plate, handing it to you before he let go of you so you could sit and eat.

sitting down at the counter, you quietly ate in silence, only really staring at your plate while you thought about what you’d do that day.

“do you wanna get dressed and go down to the beach after you finish?” you nodded quickly and finished eating, getting up to put the plate away. he was already dressed, ready to go down to the beach, he had been probably for a while but he didn’t mind. he gently took your hand as you began to walk back upstairs. “wait, cmere.” you backtracked. “what??” you let out a small laugh. standing between where his legs were parted, he pushed your hair back. “you’re just gorgeous.” he smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. your cheeks were pink as you smiled into the kiss. “yeah okay” you giggled as he let you go, running upstairs to quickly change.

the time of separation away from him while only being 6 feet away from him was like dreadful. it was every time you guys were in public together. PDA wasn’t either of y’all’s strong suits but at the very least, hand holding, his hand on your side or just leaning against him was.

you ended up playing with jaccobs baby girl, emmy, for most of the day. her and her mom, marty and marty’s wife ending up burying you in sand while you laid against the sand. your sunglasses covering your eyes while they turned the sand pile into a mermaid tail. it was truly adorable but the feeling of getting up with sand in your swimsuit was awful. eventually you just had to go in the water and try your hardest to get it out, but to no avail, it was awful.

at least with all of this happening, you were in a position to not think about jordan until everyone decided to go back to the house late in the afternoon. you wished you had gone back sooner due to the chafing that the sand would cause, but you coped. you always did.

“I CALL THE SHOWER FIRST.” you yelled as you walked in. while only you, your dad and jordan would share the bathroom, jaccob and the other jordan taking the downstairs bedrooms, one that had a master bathroom and the other with a full downstairs, it was still a lot of people to share a bathroom. practically scrambling up the stairs to get your bathing suit off, you got in the bathroom and started to run the shower almost immediately as you got in there. pulling off the sandy bathing suit, you stepped into the shower and let out a loud sigh of relief. standing in there, the sand peeled off your body as you heard a gentle knock and the door open. “it’s just me.” jordan mumbled, setting some clothes on the sink. “clothes on the counter.” he then closed the door and you smiled a little to yourself before continuing your shower.

you finished your shower and pulled on the clothes he had left you. he just left some stuff that was in the drawers of your bedroom and you were pleasantly surprised at the comfort of what he had given you.

you prayed to god that your dad never found out.. at least not while you were on this trip but by the amount of time you’d have together it would almost be impossible to not find out. the secret was almost agonizing, but what the hell are you going to tell him. “oh yeah, me and your captain are fucking on the regular.” of course yeah. but it wasn’t even just exclusively fucking, it was practically dating without a title. the title just didn’t feel right, so you liked it this way, so did he. so it was hard, hard to just tell your dad. meaning some day he would just have to find out…

so being in cancun for a few days, not much had changed but you and the families had gone out to do things every few days and almost every night jordan was in your room laying down with you while you mumbled short conversation to each other while you laid in his arms. it was probably the best part of the trip… until.. the night he falls asleep in bed with you. you weren’t doing anything wrong.. the worst part was the fact that he had his leg between yours, his thigh pressed against your pussy from where you would just grind against his thigh while you both laid there and talked. his thighs were big.. what a crime.

your face was snuggled into his chest when the sound of the door opening made your ears practically perk up. you hadn’t even realized that you had fallen asleep in his arms the night before. fuck. whoever opened the door was quick to shut it.. without thinking you just ignored it, falling back asleep, but for only a second when practically stomps came down the hallway, your door SWINGING OPEN. jordan was only just now waking up, waking up to the rude awakening of your father catching him in bed with you.

“what the hell is this?!” his voice came out , almost a little shaky. was he scared?

you shot up, almost knocking jordan in the face as you did so. you were speechless, barely even awake. jordan sat up and finally could figure out he had even fall asleep- “huh?” he squinted before figuring out he was being yelled at. “WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?” rod practically screamed at him. “i was SLEEPING” you shouted back. “WITH HIM?” he points at jordan. “YES WITH HIM.” you can’t even process a good argument, not being this tired. “oh my god.. GET OUT.” he shouts, looking at jordan. he looks just as shocked, quickly scrambling to get out of bed. “what in gods fucking name are you doing sleeping with MY DAUGHTER.”

“i’ve been doing it all week!” he throws his hands up in defense. “SLEEPING WITH MY DAUGHTER??” jordan was practically like a teenager again trying to figure out how to calm him down while you threw yourself back into the sheets. “dad.. calm down.” you groan, cutting him off as he began to speak again. “please..” you mumble. he turns to look at you and you sat up again, reluctantly. “ive.. been sleeping with him since like.. june..” you mumble. rod then looks back at jordan and he nods, looking to the ceiling, too nervous to look him in the eyes. you dad is stunned. he just walks out.

jaccob is standing behind the door, asking if he’s alright and he just says “your captain is fucking my daughter.” before walking downstairs.

jordan looks at jaccob through the door and his eyes are wide before jaccob shuts the door again. jordan goes to lay back down with you. “well.. that’s one way to break it to him.. isn’t it.” he opens his arms to let you lay with him. you gladly take his invitation and push your body against his frame. “what do you think he’s going to do…” you mumble quietly, feeling sleep fall over you again. “try to separate us.. it’ll be fine.” he pushes his face into your head, kissing the top of it.

(HAHAH IM ENDING THIS HERE CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO WRITE IM SORRY!! 😭, look out for more staal stuff, i have other requests to fill out 🙄)

#carolina hurricanes #jordan staal #skjeinon answers #18+#go ahead and cry little girl - series #nhl writing #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #carolina hurricanes imagine

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