#and today i talked to my friend from work like yeah so it's saturday maybe wine in the late evening?? and she said maybe

[seenthisepisode]

(rant in the tags, might be triggering or something)

#not to be a bitch and rant on tumblr but WHERE ELSE this is my diary since 2011 etc. #soooo i've been very alone for the last two weeks because my fiance is in germany at work and i am at home also working #and oir flatmate is spending the last weeks before uni at home so i've been absolutely alone for weeks now #the only time i talk to people is at work and it's starting to have some weird effect on me because.... i miss work lol #because i miss talking to people and just some interaction.... i am generally a loner and i like spending time in my own company!!!! #but #..... thats just too long. i feel bad and alone and unhealthy. and above all sad. #and today i talked to my friend from work like yeah so it's saturday maybe wine in the late evening?? and she said maybe #and then after a few hours it was no soery i can't i am too tired which. VALID girl i understand #but i let myself hope that i won't be alone tonight and idk maybe have some fun some karaoke whatever #and then #well it won't happen #i feel horrible #i shouldn't but i do #i feel like i will start talking to the walls because i've been talking to myself for too long #also i have the massive urge to just get drunk alone but also like what's the point. of anything #personal #alcohol tw #depression tw #uhh

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

September

He doesn’t talk to the Munsons much. (Doesn’t talk to anyone, really, aside from his mom and Robin and that one older woman who keeps renting and returning Gone With The Wind as an excuse to leave her house.) He keeps his head down and his nose clean, doesn’t care to make friends with the neighbors; just wants to get by.

One day Eddie approaches their door, waving a gas bill that got mixed up in their mail, and Steve greets him pleasantly enough.

“Stab anyone today?”

“Eat glass, Harrington.”

So it goes.

Steve watches the world pass and the weather turn, lets the hours bleed into weeks and squeezes his eyes shut against the flashbacks when they threaten to overwhelm.

Things with his mom are weird.

They don’t really speak, preferring to shrug their way past each other with careful, tight-lipped nods, and his mom takes these pills the doctor gave her that keep her perfectly pleasant and calm. Silent. Physically present but not really here.

And he can’t imagine how it feels to be her: Florence Harrington, ripped from the comforts of the upper crust and left to rot in a tin can seven miles across town. She spends most of her time letting out weary little sighs as she swans from room to room, drifting like a shade on the banks of the River Styx. (He can make that reference now because Robin won’t shut up about mythology. “It’s so gay, Steve. The Greeks were literally so gay.”)

Anyway.

Shit’s weird with the kids, too. He still drives them around — lets them loiter at Family Video when it’s slow; hangs around when they need a ride to the arcade or the movies or the skating rink; and he’s still on the hook for ‘ice cream. for. life,’ so…

It’s just not the same.

Like. Not to be dramatic, but who the fuck is Steve Harrington without the house and the pool and the free-for-all fridge? Just some kid with a car and a bat and a punchable face. And he can barely afford to keep the car now, anyway, so pretty soon they won’t need him for that, either. They’ll learn to drive; they’ll get their own jobs. Maybe Lucas builds enough muscle to take over as the party tank.

Maybe it’s better if he shelfs himself now before they realize he’s become obsolete.

“Oh, my god, you’re being pathetic,” he groans to himself. His voice is muffled where he’s lying face down on the couch. Ridiculous behavior, because everything is fine; Steve is fine. In the grand scheme of things where there are monsters and melted corpses and all kinds of crazy, horrible shit?

Yeah.

He’s being obnoxious. It’s a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon with just the right Autumn breeze going — gentle but cool; long sleeve polo weather; his favorite kind — and he’s sitting inside throwing himself a pity party.

Fucking absurd.

…Five more minutes.

Just five more minutes, then he’s getting off this couch.

He gets to a minute and a half when he hears the crunch of tires against the gravel, the clanging of a little bell from the handlebar of a bike, and then:

“STEVE!!!”

And that’ll be Dustin, trying to bang the door off the hinges and piss off the whole park at the same time. Kid’s nothing if not a multitasker. Steve lets another aggrieved groan loose into the couch cushion.

His mom’s out with the car; the lights are all off. Maybe he can just play dead ‘til Dustin leaves? He loves the kid, he really does, but his left ear is full of static, and he just wants to fucking sleep. Or sulk. Or both.

“STEVEN CHRISTOPHER, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

Jeeeeesus Christ. “Okay, chill,” Steve grumbles as he hauls himself upright and throws open the front door. His limbs feel like lead; there’s drool on his chin. “Wake the whole goddamn neighborhood, why don’t you?”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, and half the people here work nights.”

“Oh-kayy,” Dustin drags out the word, “but you don’t.”

Ugh. Whatever. He’s not gonna be shamed by a toothless teenager for his depressing loser tendencies. “Did you need something?”

Steve scratches at his belly hair through his shirt, feels a muscle twinge in his shoulder and send a spark of nerve pain skittering up to the base of his skull.

Dustin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve’s body is falling apart where he stands, because he just rolls his eyes and says, “Uh, yeah. I need to know why you’re avoiding everyone? Mom’s tried to invite you to dinner six times now.”

“I was working.”

“All six times?” Dustin glares. Steve feels a little pinned by it, feels guilt seeping through the cracks as he fidgets with his bad ear. This kid’s gonna be the scariest lawyer some day. “She’s worried.”

Goddammit.

Guilt squeezes hard behind his ribs; he knows Dustin uses his mom as a mouthpiece for the feelings he can’t express. “I’m fine,” he sighs, letting his eyes and voice go soft. “Honest.”

Dustin holds firm, gaze fierce and fists clenched. “Bullshit,” he insists.

“Man, don’t—”

“Bull. Shit.”

Suddenly, their impromptu interrogation gets interrupted by a crashing drum fill, a shriek of electric guitar as Munson’s van squeals into the lot. He’s blasting some melodramatic metal shit about wizards or whatever; Steve doesn’t know. He only knows that the skitter of nerve pain he felt is ramping up to a fullblown migraine now because this guy has to listen to his racket at full fucking volume, apparently, and isn’t this all just “fucking great.”

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part 5

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #trailer park steve au #steve can have a little depression as a treat #robin buckley #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #my writing #my fic

[subfootboii]

"Good morning."

"Is it a good morning, it Saturday I should be at bed not in the office doing extra work."

"Well at least it's just the two of us in the office."

"Lucky me."

Sam is your coworker, he always bullied you at work, and you never stood up for yourself. You enjoyed it especially when it is in front of other coworkers or boss. He is the tall charismatic guy your female coworkers had a crush on. Little did they all know you also did. Another secret was your foot fetish, you've never told anyone or did anything about it, but you fantasized about Sam's size 13 feet and daydreamed about them all the time.

You both started working and he made himself comfortable as he rested his feet on the desk facing you. This made you hard and less focused on your job. An hour in, he was asking you to get him stuff, prepare his breakfast, and clean his dishes. You complied with all his demands with a smile and a node. Halfway through you've barley finished any of your tasks, as his feet were taking all your focus.

"Go get me the stapler from that desk... Heyy buddy I'm talking to you."

He suddenly removed his feet from the desk and you realized what happened.

"Where you looking at my feet?"

"No... what? Did you need anything from me..."

"You freak were looking at my feet. Just when I thought you can't steep any lower."

"Why are you saying that? What do you mean?"

"Cut that bullshit off. I know you're faggot, look at how you'd anything to please me. But a foot faggot, you're so pathetic aren't you."

"No... let's just get back to work... we have to finish everything by today."

"That wasn't a question fag. Come to my side and kneel before me. Now."

You were never this scared in your life, you felt pathetic and worthless, but your dick was just getting harder than ever. You did what he ordered you to without thinking much of it.

"Yeah that's right fag. No need to lie to yourself anymore. I've had a fag in high-school and one in college, I know how to treat you well fag. Now, here's how things will work from now on, every single day you'll finish all my tasks before yours. I don't care how much overtime you work for yours. You'll address me as "Boss" even in front off our coworkers. Now I'll give you my feet to worship, but don't think you'll get them often. I might leave you my socks every now and then if you're a good fag. Now beg for my feet."

You bowed down and begged as he laughed.

"Please boss let me worship your feet. Please boss let be your fag. Please boss humiliate me. I beg you boss. I'm nothing but a lowlife faggot boss. I beg you boss make me your property."

"Pathetic, here lick my shoes clean."

His shoes were so dirty and smelly but that didn't stop you. You licked them both as hard as you can to make sure they're clean.

"Good fag, look at you taking your nutrients, maybe I should let you pass by my place and clean all my footwear. My college fag loved that."

You were so glad to hear that compliment, you made more effort in licking.

"That's enough shoes. Now take it off, I have a surprise for you."

You took his shoes off and he had no socks on, a stinky smell hit the whole office and made you almost faint. He laughed and pushed his foot on your face.

"Yeah I know you like that fag. Now you better clean them, you don't have much time. I texted my friends and they'll come and get me. I still have some tasks be sure to complete them then spend the whole night doing yours."

You didn't miss a second and attacked his feet, they were sweaty and big, his toes were perfect and his soles were soft.

"Well I guess that's it fag they're here, I have to go now."

"But boss I just started with your feet please give me some time."

He struck his foot against your face making you lose your balance and fall.

"A pathetic fag like you gets the opportunity to taste my feet and now you want more time, while fags would die to see my bare feet. I don't think you'll ever see my feet again faggot, and as a punishment I'll have your paycheck this month."

You knelt as he got his shoes on to leave and begged for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry boss. You're right. You always are, a faggot like me is lucky to be able to be kneel before you. I beg for your forgiveness boss."

"Yeah know your worth fag. For now, no foot duties to you. Let's see how good of a fag you are first."

"Yes boss. Thank you boss."

#co-worker's feet #pay piggy

[elizais]

"an honorary girl!"

chuuya comes to your girl's night chuu x fem reader, no warnings?? summary, chuuya comes to your girls night dividers by v6que

chuuya had come to pick you up from a girl's lunch, and was greeted by your friend group and you in the cafe. "hey doll," he greeted you, taking off his gloves and putting them in his pockets. something he always done prior to holding hands with you.

"hey chuu!!" you smiled as you stood up. you had already paid your part of the bill. your friends smiled at chuuya as he treated you like an absolute princess, grabbing your bag for you.

"oh, y/n! girls night is on for saturday, do you need it to be moved for a different date?" one of your friends asked, and chuuya pretended to act shocked. "am i not invited?" he teased you.

the same friend added, "well, if you bring work gossip and good food and drinks we can consider you being an honorary girl.." the rest of the group burst out laughing as chuuya took the offer. "you bet."

and that was what left you here. telling your boyfriend that fluffy pajamas were mandatory for girl's night. "but we aren't even sleeping around kiyoko's? everyone is leaving at midnight." he argued, not understanding it was crucial to be in fluffy pjs.

"that is not the point, love. it is just more fun in pjs!! at least change in to some plaid bottoms and a graphic tee..." you whined, "okay, princess." he sighed.

the drive over was full of you explaining what would happen. which of your friends will choose the movie today, boy drama, snacks.. all of it!

so, when you arrived that was just what happened. all of the girls seemed to be entertained by chuuya's presence, finding it hilarious he actually turned up.

beauty and the beast was switched on to mindlessly play in the background as chiyo began the gossip. her and her ex had been talking again and was asking the girls (+ chuuya) for advice.

"no, yeah! he just completely blanked me a week ago when we bumped into each other but then he is messaging me asking how my day was? i just don't get it!" she groaned, the group of girls sat in a circle as chuuya sat down after grabbing chips from the kitchen.

he sat next to you as he spoke, "maybe he didn't think how to react when he saw you in the mall?" he suggested. promptly earning a smack to the face with a pillow from you.

"chuuya, boys are stupid. like yeah you're a guy but it's just different! y/n basically trained you as a boyfriend." kiyoko shrugged, explaining why you smacked him.

the other girls hummed in agreement before another spoke through giggles, "chuuya.. do you have any boy drama??" she joked. you knew just how to tease your boyfriend.

"oh, yes he does! tell them about daz-" you rallied before he cut you off. "don't get me started. it started when we were like.. fifteen but that mackerel just doesn't keep himself out of danger!!" he complained.

"who's mackerel?" another girl asked. chuuya answered, "this guy who like i used to be partners with but then he blew up my car so we aren't really on the best of terms.." he began to ramble.

the rest of the night chuuya truly experienced an authentic 'girls night'. a delicacy that cannot be replicated. gasps of shock. food thrown. gossip spread.. he has never seen such a rollercoaster of emotions in the best way imaginable.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

[caapsiizzereads]

I got your heart skippin' when I'm gone

Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Words: 2,3k

Warnings: language, author’s first attempt at writing🥴

A/n: yes, the title is, indeed, a Taylor reference.

A glass of champagne in your hand, you are standing in the company of Frank, your boss, and a few other of your colleagues, chatting about how good of a job they did at setting up today’s event. A bunch of compliments are also directed at you and Frank for all of the work you’ve done leading up to this. You know you’re great at your job, but moments like this really make you feel fucking good about yourself. At 26, you can proudly say that you are the Assistant Creative Director for one of the biggest jewelry brands in England. And today your company is celebrating the launch of their latest collection that you’ve been working really hard on. The past couple of months have been terribly busy, Frank and you practically living at work and surviving purely on caffeine. But now it’s finally over, and you can just relax, look pretty (“absolutely stunning,” actually, to quote Frank), and sip champagne, while people are singing you well-deserved praises.

The company’s event team really knew what they were doing too. Natalie, your friend from PR, had been very pumped for the night, rambling about all the famous people coming. You briefly went through the guest list, of course, but, honestly, you were more excited about the open bar. But if one of those guests just so happened to be lovely enough, you wouldn't mind indulging in some of that either.

An hour into the party, you were done with all the formalities, and you could switch from your neat glass of champagne to a drink more worthy of a Saturday night. You’re standing by the bar, looking at your phone, when you hear a question, seemingly directed at you.

“Can I get you a drink?” Looking at you, there’s a guy, around your age, dyed blonde hair, pretty face, really nice bone structure. His face looks familiar, but you just can’t remember why.

You give him an amused smile, “You know that they are free, right?”

“And how am I supposed to be chivalrous in these conditions?” he says theatrically.

“If buying a girl a drink is your definition of chivalrous, maybe you shouldn’t even try,” you say, your voice full of sarcasm, but still a smile on your face.

He chuckles lightly and smiles at you, “I’m Jamie.” Really pretty smile too.

“Y/n,” as a force of habit you offer him your hand to shake. The gesture seems to surprise him a little bit, but he goes with it anyway, shaking your hand lightly.

The two of you settle next to each other by the bar with an easygoing chatter. You’ve been talking for about 10 minutes, when Jamie says that he’s a football player, and it finally clicks for you.

“Oh my God.” You tilt your head down and cover your eyes with your hand in embarrassment. “You’re Jamie Tartt. You were in our campaign a few months ago. Fuck, I’m so sorry. My memory, like, resets once the campaign is done and it’s not my problem anymore.”

Jamie smiles almost shyly at your realization. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m sure you go through a lot of those, can’t remember everyone.” He definitely remembered you, though. Not that he’s gonna tell you that. And a part of him is even kinda relieved that you didn’t because–

“On second thought, I do remember you. You were, like, 40 fucking minutes late.” Yeah, that. You didn’t speak to him directly that day, but the look on your face was the most passive-aggressive thing he’d ever seen. Honestly, could give Roy a run for his money. Except that your version also looked kinda hot. But he still would rather not be at the receiving end of that glare ever again.

“I’m sorry! I underestimated the traffic,” he says awkwardly. And to think that this has been going well…

You take a sip of your drink, giving him an unimpressed look.

“I’m not getting invited again, am I?”

“Well, you are on my naughty list, but I wouldn't write you off that fast. You attract a nice audience of sports fans and sportsmen fans.” Jamie can swear you have just checked him out. “And you have a nice neck, you know, makes the necklaces look good. But that’s just my professional opinion.”

You said it in the most nonchalant way, but you might have just become the first person to make Jamie Tartt flustered. He decides to push his luck some more.

“And your personal opinion?”

“That you were 40 fucking minutes late,” you deadpan.

No luck, then.

“So,” Jamie perks up again at your attempt to keep the conversation going, “did you have a match earlier today? Or is it tomorrow?”

“Yeah, it was today.”

“How was it?”

A smug smile appears on his face, “We won, 3-1.”

“Well,” you raise your glass, “cheers to that.”

Jamie clinks his glass to yours, “Cheers.” You both take a sip of your drinks.

“So you’re not into football then?” Jamie asks, once you put down your glasses.

“Nope,” with a dramatic ‘p’. “Don’t take it personally. I’m not really into any sports,” you say blithely.

The conversation keeps flowing easily between you two. 30 minutes later, you are pretty sure that you are taking this man home with you tonight. Jamie seems genuine, in a cute kind of way, (mostly unintentionally) funny, attractive, obviously, and there’s something about him that you just know that he would be such a good time. 40 minutes later, you even consider letting him stay for breakfast. 45 minutes later, however, you start feeling a slight headache, but fuck if you will let it ruin your night, so you decide to just ignore it and hope it will take a hint and go away.

No such luck. The universe must truly hate you, because about an hour and a half into your conversation with Jamie you feel like someone is kicking your skull from the inside. You’ve tried to ignore it to the best of your ability, but this party suddenly isn’t any fun anymore. Fuck. Your. Life. You are aware that Jamie is saying something, his voice being a steady background noise, but you don’t have a clue what he just said because all you can focus on is a throbbing pain in your head. That’s when you know that you should just give up and go home.

Jamie notices your attention slipping away and your smile faltering as he speaks. Then you look away for a moment before looking back at him with a smile, saying that it was nice talking to him and wishing him a good night. You get up from your seat and start walking away before he can even process what has just happened.

You’re putting on your coat when you see Jamie quickly walking up to you with a concerned expression on his face. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

You don’t let him finish, “No, no, no! You’re good.” Jamie keeps looking at you with an obvious question on his face. “It’s just–,” you gesture at your head with a circling motion, “my head is fucking killing me. So I'm gonna go home, take some Ibuprofen and pray it goes away.”

Jamie’s face changes from concern to understanding. You think that this is it, so you turn to leave, but then he speaks up again. “I can give you a ride?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“No, it’s fine. Really. I’ll just get an uber.”

“It really is no problem. Come on,” he’s looking at you expectantly.

You think on it for a moment and give him an evaluating look. “I’m not inviting you in.”

“Oh. No! I didn’t mean it like that! I was really just–”

“Relax. I was just making sure you don’t have any false hopes.”

“Nope, no false hopes here.”

“Good,” you nod at him.

You walk to his car and Jamie opens the door for you. He sees you smiling at him approvingly.

“What?”

“See, now you’re being chivalrous,” you say playfully before getting in the car. Jamie closes the door after you and gives himself a moment to blush in privacy. After starting the car, he turns the volume on the radio all the way down and opens a window a little bit for you. You lean back in your seat and give him a small smile, “Thanks.”

Your talk on the way home consists mostly of you giving Jamie the directions and his attempts on small talk.

“Do you get them a lot?”

“No, not really. Only when it’s the least convenient apparently.”

“Maybe it’s because you–“

“If you’re about to say that it’s because I don't drink enough water, I'm jumping out of this car at full speed.”

Jamie’s mouth opens, closes, and opens again. “Actually, I was going to say…” he pauses again.

You raise your eyebrows at him, prompting him to go on.

“I was going to say… that it’s probably because of your hard work schedule, yeah. You know, having to deal with people being 40 minutes late and everything.” He throws a glance at you, checking if he’s managed to save the situation.

That makes you chuckle, despite the pain it causes. “You know what, I think you might be right.”

Soon, you’re parked by your building. “Thanks for the ride. It was really nice to meet you,” you say, before opening the car’s door.

“Yeah, you too,” he smiles at you.

Jamie spends another minute parked by your building. It’s only after you disappear from his view that he realizes that he hasn’t even gotten your number. He sighs and bumps his head against the steering wheel.

Meanwhile, you’re just glad to finally get your hands on some painkillers and flop on the couch, waiting for your head to stop throbbing. But an hour later, when you feel like a person again, your mind goes back to Jamie. You really liked him, huh. Hypothetically, you can look up the paperwork for the campaign he did, and his contact information should be there. Realistically, you should probably just let it go.

On Monday everything goes back to normal. After the workload that you had to deal with before the launch, the lack of a hundred points on your to-do list and constant burning deadlines almost feels like a vacation. And judging by the laid-back atmosphere at the office, you’re not the only one who feels this way.

You go out for lunch with Natalie, and after she’s done catching you up on all the fresh gossip, she can’t help but ask about your chat with Jamie Tartt. You tell her that’s exactly what it was, just a chat at the party.

She looks at you like she knows something you don’t. “That’s interesting. Because Keeley Jones, you know, from KBPR, called me earlier today to ask for your number.”

You give her a look that says “is this supposed to mean anything to me?”

Natalie dramatically rolls her eyes like it couldn’t be more obvious, “KBPR represents Jamie Tartt!”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Excuse me, have you seen yourself in that dress? I totally would ask for your number too.”

You smirk at her, “You have my number.”

“And now so does Keeley Jones. All I’m saying is, if you’re not interested, let him down easily. ‘Cause I'm totally planning on using him for more campaigns. Have you seen those hands?! They were meant to put rings on them. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you–”

You start cackling before she can even finish.

It’s just after 6pm and you’re getting in your car when your phone rings, you don’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Hi! (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

“That’s me.”

“Hi! It’s Keeley Jones, from KBPR. Natalie gave me your number.”

“Right, she mentioned. How can I help you?”

“It’s more of a social call, actually. Jamie asked me to ask for your number. You know, Jamie Tartt, the footballer? He said you met at the brand party the other night.”

You smile to yourself, “Yeah, no, I remember him.”

“I was just gonna check if it’s okay with you?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Thanks for asking me first, though.”

“Of course!”

Keeley then congratulates you on your launch, and you tell her that she should totally come to the next one.

Not even an hour later, another call, another unknown number.

“Yes?”

“Hi. It’s Jamie. Tartt. We met–”

“I know. Did you ask Keeley to ask Natalie for my number?” you ask teasingly.

“Maybe…? The alternative was to wait for you outside your building, but that would be creepy.”

“Yeah, better not do that.“

“Right. Uh, how’s your head?”

You chuckle at the question, “It’s fine.”

“Good, that’s good.”

“Mhm,” an amused smile is growing on your face.

“So… I was gonna ask, do you want to, I mean, if you’re not busy, maybe we could go out for dinner?” You can easily tell that he’s nervous, it’s quite cute actually.

“Alright,” the easiest yes you have ever said.

“Yeah?” Jamie wants to smack himself in the face for how hopeful that came out.

You chuckle again, “Yeah.”

“Cool. Uh, are you free tomorrow?”

“I can do tomorrow.”

“Fucking mint. I will pick you up? At seven?” You can hear the excitmenet in his voice.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he grins.

“See you tomorrow then,” and if you’re smiling then there’s no witnesses and no one will prove anything.

“Yeah, see you,” and if he’s grinning like an idiot then it’s no one’s business.

“Oh, and Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be fucking late.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso fic

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Dress Picking

Words: 2.4k Type: Angst? Warnings: This is literally a chapter just to announce that I'm back, so, yeah, settle in folks :) because shit is about to hit the fan, but not yet.

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Hours later, when stepping into school, you are more than in a good mood. You must admit, you almost got to school late due to oversleeping with Rafe after having conversations that led until 5AM. Your headache has gone away with a simple aspirin, and most of your worrisome thoughts are in the back of your mind, safely tucked away.

You also were able to leave the house with Rafe without his family noticing, and the same thing goes for your parents. You made it home safely, put on new clothes as you had already showered at Rafe’s house, and he dropped you off at school. Your parents would never know of such a thing as they weren’t home when you got there, and you, supposedly, were with a friend of yours the whole night – one they know very well, but have no idea you don’t even speak to anymore.

Almost late or not, every minute of this morning was better than any other. You wish you were still in bed and that today was a Saturday, not a Wednesday. A day where you could just lie in bed with Rafe, talk about life, and get affection. Gosh, you would sell a kidney for that. Your poor kidneys.

You still got a few minutes in the car with him, even though different, it was still minutes that you had for yourselves. A lot of kisses and reassuring words were exchanged. As well as promises that everything will go well and nothing bad will happen. And if it does, he’ll be parked outside as soon as you call, ready to get you home.

Because of this, when the bell rings to tell you to get to class, your mind is still cloudy and warm.

You sit on your chair and stare at the empty page of a notebook while remembering the dumb ways Rafe made you laugh this morning, from the time in bed to the shower. The way his kisses were always soft and warm, and his arms would always hug you tightly and close enough for all your worries to fly away. Ugh, that kidney is about to go.

The classroom's door closes as the teacher walks inside, and the class begins. You lift your eyes off your notebook and notice a bit of movement beside you. You don’t have to look to know. Kristy wasn’t missing school again. She’s in class. In her usual seat, beside you. Her eyes are currently drilling a hole into the side of your head with all that staring, kind of hard to ignore.

Overall, the class itself is very uneventful since school is about to end, and there isn’t much the teacher can do to make everyone still find it in their will to study or work further. Due to this, the hour is slow, and there aren’t many notes that you can take from what is taught and discussed between the teacher and the other students.

In the corner of your eye, you see a small piece of paper being slid over to your side of the table, but you look away as soon as you can. You’re sure that Kristy is better than sliding small pieces of paper asking for an apology or time to talk, but maybe after the stunt that she was able to pull on you in that car... You probably need to draw new conclusions about this girl.

Throughout this one class, you continuously saw how Kristy tried to get your attention by sliding the piece of paper closer and closer or even trying to write a completely new one. You ignored all of her attempts. But also hesitated to check your vibrating phone as the possibility of it being her was just as large as the piece of paper she last tried to slide into your field of view.

The bell rang, and the teacher screamed the small assignment over the loud chatter that quickly erupted. You took a quick note of it in case you forgot it and got up to put your things away. Five different pieces of paper are just by your notebook now, and you almost want to scoff at the stupidity. Curiosity is also biting at your skin for wanting to know what is written in all of them, but you are better than that. Kristy sits there as you put your things away, almost as if waiting for you to address her or pick up her papers.

You slide your bag over your shoulder and take a step to the side to begin walking to the door. You ignore the hand that stretches in your direction to get a hold of your arm (but fails) and walk out of the room. Once outside, your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket, and you pull it out, knowing for a fact that Kristy isn't that ridiculous. The caller: Mom.

“Hello?” You say as soon as you accept the call and put your phone by your ear.

“Guess who just got invited to a party?” Your mom asks excitingly.

“You?”

“All of us!” She corrects excitingly. “Rose Cameron just called, saying that there will be a small get-together with the few families close to the Camerons at the country club. We’re all invited to celebrate your and many others' graduation. Isn't this amazing?”

You open your locker while an expression of surprise is more than obvious on your face. She continues to talk to you all about the details of the party, like how many people, what to wear and what will be there for decoration. You move your books around in the locker to switch classes, and not once do you need to speak because your mother speaks for the both of you.

The call drags out until the next bell calls you into class, yet not a new word has been said by you during the whole thing. You smile at your mom’s rare excitement for a party because, sincerely, it's hard to forget how any event organized by Rose has left your socialite of a mom more than pleased with the range of guests, food, or conversations. You’re in for a hell of a night.

“When is it, exactly?” You ask right as you get near the classroom.

“At the end of this week. Rose said something about it being a great way to celebrate the end of classes for all the graduating students invited.” She explains, leaving you to nod to yourself, “When are you free to go dress shopping?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, we won’t need more than an hour,” a lie, “to find a good dress for you, so as soon as you know a day we can go, call me back.”

“Will do.”

“Now, go to class. Your bell must have rung almost 5 minutes ago.”

You chuckle at her exactness and say your goodbyes before ending the call. Inside the classroom, you find everyone already seated, but the teacher is still absent. You walk towards the back of the class and ignore the same pair of eyes as before - since it seems the person has failed to gain something more interesting to look at lately.

You take your usual seat and think back on the conversation with your mother. The party doesn’t seem bad, but you can only wish for good company during it. Usually, your company in parties such as this is not exactly talking with you, much to their disappointment. And standing by your parents the entire evening doesn’t seem exactly exciting, as the conversations will be quite… uninteresting for your ears, surely.

While you occupy your free time on your phone, ignoring the constant whispering and glaring from all directions of the room, the teacher continues to take his sweet time to appear. Long enough for the guy in front of you to turn around and hand you yet another piece of paper. At this point, trees cry with all the attempts at communication Kristy happens to do.

Maybe it was how annoyed you felt. Maybe it was the fact that all their attention left you as soon as the teacher decided to walk in with a mug of hot coffee in hand. But you opened this last piece of paper. Truthfully, you did it so quick the unfolding and folding back up wasn't noticed by a single soul, and you read it.

Are you going to Cameron’s party? – Kristy

(…)

“Definitely not my color, mom.” You say for the thousandth time while looking at yourself in the mirror of the boutique.

“Are you sure? I like it on you.” She says while tilting her head to take another good look at you.

“I like the style, just not the color.” You admit to her, in a calm tone, nothing to start fights over - as you usually tend to do when picking a dress for a party your mom is so excited about. “The red looks better on me.”

Your mom gives you her usual look, ‘Well, but I hate red’, which only lets you know that this discussion about a dress will lead you to another hour of dress shopping. Nothing ever made you feel as grateful for yourself for clearing your schedule the way you did for this entire evening. As always, your mom is against any color that isn’t light and sweet or any cleavage that isn’t conservative enough. While you happen to like a lot of different styles of dresses and have dealt with your mother’s antics for years, your tastes still tend to clash.

“Red is too much, I think,” she comments, turning to look at the large number of dresses she has asked the worker to get for her. “What about blue?”

“Depends on the shade.” You try to ignore the look she sends you over her shoulder but fail miserably while looking down at the ground to chuckle.

“This one is too dark, I think.” She says while holding a silk dark blue dress with thin straps, “What about this one?”

“It almost looks white, mom. I’m not getting married.”

“Okay, Miss Picky. You pick one, then.”

It went on for hours, but soon you two came to an agreement after much begging on your part and almost on the store’s worker's part as well. You settled on a blue, not too light or too dark, dress with straps (your mother insisted). It has a straight neckline, but due to it being silk, it sits well on your chest. It tightens at your waist (again, due to your mother’s request: not too much), and its length rests gracefully at your feet – leaving you enough room to walk, but not much.

The moment you dramatically took in the fresh air outside, your mom wasn’t shy to pinch the back of your arm for the drama you decided to drag throughout the day. This also helped keep her distracted as your phone continuously received texts from a certain group of people who still are desperate to know if you were going to the party. They made it impossible for you to show her anything on your phone, like dress ideas, without her seeing the messages constantly being sent.

You take your seat on your mom’s car seat and set the bag with the dress inside by your legs, beginning to block the entirety of the group of girls on your phone. They have been asking you for, you assume, the same thing that Kristy had written in those papers yesterday in class: another conversation among all of you.

In all the messages you’ve received from them, you’ve read the ridiculous words of ‘unfair’ and ‘selfish’ all directed at you for either not answering the messages or not speaking to them in school, though all they did was stare at you once they saw you. You’re not sure you heard a single word come out of their mouths the day before or this morning. They all stayed silent while their eyes scanned your every move. It was obsessive, and they were driving you insane for it.

You’re just thankful that you were able to spend the evening with your mom, away from their gazes, as well as for the recent silence coming from your phone now that all contacts are blocked. Now you can finally relax and stop thinking about them and your conversation. But maybe you spoke too soon.

“Is everything alright between you and the girls?” Your mom suddenly asks while driving you both home. Her tone is calm and sweet, with nothing hidden behind it.

“Why do you ask?” You try to sound as calm as possible.

“I just feel like they haven’t been hanging out in our house that much lately. You’re always the one going out to see them,” She explains, not knowing that all the times you’ve gone out to see ‘them’ lately have been to see Rafe or Patty instead. “I sort of miss having the house full of girls.”

You two sit in silence while you simply look out of the window into the night, trying not to make any faces or sounds that could lead you into a lie that will snowball into the avalanche that is your current situation.

“We’ve just been busy, you know? With finals and all.”

“Will they be at the party?” She asks, still unphased by anything you’ve said.

“Yeah,” You assume, yet still make sure your tone makes you sound sure of your words.

“Well, good. I’ve missed talking to them. Maybe we can plan something.”

You almost zone out as soon as she begins to talk about the possibilities of having something cute like an afternoon tea party, or anything along those lines. How will you even be able to tell her the truth? You'll break her heart.

“Yeah…” You look out of your window again, “We could do that.”

As you continuously look away, your mother takes a look at you when stopped at a red light, with her smile still bright and sweet, ready to get one in return. But your eyes and mind are elsewhere - far away from the conversation you’ve just had. She noticed how your tone had just dipped from dramatic and happy to something so different it was hard to pick apart with such a short answer.

Your mother opens her mouth to say something, maybe even question your sudden change of mood directly, but the light turning green was enough to take her attention away. Some other time, she’ll be able to make you talk to her, confide in her about what could’ve happened to make you so moody. She’ll be there to hear it no matter what, right?

Am I back 100%? I have no idea. Did I write this while having no plans to do it? Also yes. I hope it was good!

Hope you enjoyed it!! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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[seungmoonandstars]

𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: someone is cheating // pt 1

rating: mature/angst ꩜ (contains: aggression, confrontation)

⤜ · · ♡ · · →

3pm

SM: I won’t be back until Sunday, love, but I’ll call you tonight before you fall asleep! Hopefully I can catch you before you do

YN: it’s okay, Min. I’ll be here, and I’ll be up for a while

SM: I’ll text first just in case

YN: ♥️

12:30am

SM: sleeping?

11am

SM: I’m sorry I missed you last night, we can try again today!

2pm

SM: babe, you know I hate double triple quadruple texting you. Are you okay?

· · ♡ · ·

Saturday, 10:30pm

Seungmin struggles for a moment with his key, but manages without dropping his bags. The door swings open, and he’s greeted by a dark foyer, a dark living room, and a single faint light coming from the kitchen. And it’s too quiet—no tv left on, no music playing to fill the silence, like usual. It’s a little warm inside, and it was a warm day, but Seungmin can feel a breeze coming in from one open window.

“I’m home,” he calls out softly, and his voice carries down the hall and into the open door of the bedroom. But the apartment is empty. You’re not here.

He looks down at his phone, opens his texts, and types. His face falls slowly as he figures out another message to send to you. Seungmin has been away a lot lately, and things have felt strained, but you always answer, eventually, even if it’s hours later. You’ve never been silent for more than a day, and now it’s going on two.

sm: hi love, I’m home early

After making sure you’re not just sound asleep in bed, he starts to type one more message. But he stops himself, and instead he starts to unpack his things.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzes.

yn: hey, I’m so sorry sweetie. I’ll be home soon. I went out with some friends and my phone died

He sighs, relieved to finally hear from you. But he doesn’t reply right away; he waits until he empties his bag, showers, get dressed, and makes himself tea.

The lock clicks and the door swings open just as he reaches for his phone.

“Minnie!” You run to him and he opens his arms to hold you against him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

He fights with questioning your absence—not from the house, but from answering his texts, and decides to wait. Right now, he wants to sit down with you and relax; talk; catch up. Maybe that will reveal the answers without him having to ask—he hopes it will, because it’s slowly starting to eat at him.

· · ♡ · ·

“We traveled all day today, a lot of driving, so it was a little hectic.” He curls up on the couch and hugs his knees tights to his chest. “I missed talking to you last night.”

“I guess I was more tired than I thought”

“But I’m here now”

Seungmin’s little nod, his hesitant smile…you missed him so much, and you’re not sure you can even begin to tell him just how much. You crawl across the couch and kneel in front of him. “You’re here”

The kiss you give him is returned, but it’s as hesitant as his smile.

“What’s wrong, Min?”

He shakes his head, “nothing…I’m okay, uhm…”

“You can tell me, you know that”

Yes, he can. The two of you tell each other everything, and as far as Seungmin knows, there are no secrets between you. So why does he suddenly feel so uneasy? “Just too tired to think straight. Maybe we should go to bed.”

“Yeah, let’s go to bed. Clean sheets and everything, all ready for you.”

· · ♡ · ·

Weeks pass, and eventually, Seungmin feels better—less worried, less unsure about things. It’s not completely gone, though. Every hour that passes without a reply from you makes his heart sink a little more. But then you do reply, and everything is fine for a while. Communication between you has changed…just a little bit, but enough.

It’s turning into a vicious cycle, and it’s not good for his head right now. He feels distracted from his work.

Seungmin video calls you on his way home a few days later. You don’t answer.

-

Coming home is like deja vu. Dark, though not quite as dark this time. The tv is on, and so is the bedroom light. Seungmin can hear the shower running when he closes the door. He’s relieved he doesn’t have to worry like last time, and for some reason, even though so much is still eating at him, being home feels good, and everything feels okay. You’re home and waiting for him, and maybe you haven’t been in much of a talking mood lately.

That’s all this is. Everything is good.

He hears his phone buzz and feels for it in his back pocket, but it’s not him. Yours is sitting on the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee you were drinking not long ago. It doesn’t seem out of place of him to look at the notification on your screen, because he’s done it before—you don’t hide anything from each other. But this time he isn’t sure of what he’s seeing. It’s not a text notif, or Instagram, or twitter. It’s not KakaoTalk, which he knows you use, just not much. This one is from Line, and the sender is a name you don’t recognize: 민수

Maybe it’s a coworker, or a client. You know so many people through your work, and Seungmin knows that. But the message is right there…two of them.

민수: I hope you had a good time...I did! I’ll see you again soon

The second message is a ❤️. The same red heart you always send to him. Seungmin feels every drop of blood drain from him, and he feels like he’s falling, but he’s not. His feet are somehow still flat on the floor, and his hand trembles as he touches your screen—he wants to see it and read it one more time, just in case he read it wrong.

The shower stops, and in the time it takes you to get yourself dressed, Seungmin doesn’t move. He’s rooted to this spot, and he’s sure if he takes a single step, he’ll crumble, and he won’t be able to put himself back together again.

“Minnie?”

Your voice echoes in his head.

“Seungmin, baby, you’re home…what—“

He sees your eyes move and glance at your phone on the counter, and then they’re back on his.

“What’s wrong?”

Why can’t he speak? His mouth drops open and nothing comes out, but inside he’s screaming, picking something up and throwing it against the wall, jumping on you and shaking you until you tell him…

“Why?” Is all he manages.

“Why what? Is everything okay? Seungmin, you look so pale…”

His fist clenches behind his back. “I know I haven’t been around much lately…more than lately. But I’m trying. I try so hard to be with you…when I’m away. I thought I was…” he stops and takes a stuttering breath, and his nails dig so hard into his palm, it feels like he’s breaking skin, “…doing okay.”

“Seungmin, you do better than okay”

“Where have you been? You never answer my calls anymore. You hardly text back, and when you do…it’s hours later.”

“You’re right, I’ve been really bad at this for the last few weeks”

“Who is Minsoo?”

There's silence for far longer than either of you intend, but breaking it is impossible. Seungmin said it out loud, he had to, and now things will play out exactly as they should.

But the silence is as much of an answer as he needs. He turns to your phone and picks it up, looks at the messages again. The heart was sent an hour ago, right after you left wherever you were, got home, made coffee, got in the shower. Seungmin wonders what clothes are lying on the bathroom floor right now, and his eyes sting with tears at what his mind creates.

The metal frame of the phone gives a little under his grip, and it gives in completely when it meets the wall between you. The sound is intense—the crunch of glass, the crumble of drywall. Seungmin is strong when he’s not angry, and right now he’s more than that. He’s pissed, and he’s confused.

“Why?” His hand runs through his hair and stays there as he stares at the remnants of your phone; one half of the lifeline between you when he’s gone. “Answer me.”

You jump again, despite the eerie softness of his voice. You have no answer for him, and even if you did, it wouldn’t change a thing right now. “Minnie, I love you.”

“You love me?”

He takes a few steps toward you, and you move back just as many. Seungmin has never given you any reason to fear him, and he’s never argued or fought. You don’t know anyone nearly as level-headed and calm as him, but you’ve also never done anything this stupid before.

“I do, more than anything.”

This time you stay put when he closes the gap, because something has to happen, and there’s nowhere else to go. It’s you, it’s Seungmin, and it’s the wall behind you.

His hands come up, close around your cheeks, and his thumbs run over them so sweetly, “you love me…but, you fucked someone else?”

“I didn’t. Seungmin, I didn’t. Please.”

“You've been ignoring me for another man. Pouring yourself out to him? Telling him things, telling him how you feel being all alone in bed all the time because your boyfriend is never here for you.”

“No. No, Seungmin.”

His touch on you tightens, just for a moment, as he matches the intensity of your gaze. And then he relaxes and lets go. You stay quiet as he grabs his bag and disappears into the bedroom, and you brace yourself for a slam that doesn’t come. There may be no coming back after this, and you know that. It didn’t cross your mind what might happen if a night like this came, because you weren’t sure if what you were doing, at least initially, was that wrong. But things spiraled, and you spiraled with them, and you let your isolation get the better of you.

You should have stopped when the messages got more frequent; when you felt guilty texting Seungmin at the same time as him; ignoring a phone call when you were with him.

Seungmin flies by you and heads for the door.

“Please don’t leave, Minnie, I need you”

“You need me?” He pulls his shoes on and takes his time re-lacing them. “I needed you, too. Every time I text you goodnight, or facetime you, I do it for a reason.”

“I know. I fucked up.”

“Because it’s lonely being away, even when I’m surrounded by people. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No”

“That much is my fault then, but I didn’t think I had to tell you.” He picks up both of his bags and opens the door.

“Where are you going?”

“My dorm,” he looks back once more with his hand on the doorknob, but says nothing.

“I love you…I love you, Min”

“Goodnight”

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Nother idea: 8 years later, Tommy & Carol apologizing to Steve for their behavior. & for immediately abandoning him when they knew he needed them most.

But Steve has people now who have shown him love, family, true friendship. And while he forgives them its not the same. He doesn't trust them. He is thriving without them.

But Carol realizes that the reason it isn't the same is bc Steve genuinely believes that they don't mean their apology. So she & Tommy actually discuss it and find a way to clear up any misunderstanding & ensure he knows they mean their apology. It works, it takes time & effort but they are once again his friends.

MY LOVE!!! STEVE REALIZING HE'S LOVED AND DOESN'T NEED HIS SHITTY EX FRIENDS CREW STAND UP!!!! I had the opportunity to really give Steve his shining moment and yell at them, but I decided that Steve would just be kind of over it, like they aren't really worth yelling at. Steve didn't do all this personal growth just to let them back in so easily, but luckily he isn't the only one who changed. You know I had to involve Eddie, of course! - Mickala ❤️

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It was too fucking early on a Saturday morning to be woken up by the buzzer of his apartment.

Whoever it was was lucky that Eddie had to go into work today or he would be committing murder at their door.

He glanced at the clock on the microwave, 10:47, okay, so not that early.

They’d had a late night, okay?

If he had a limp to show what they were up to, that was his business.

“You can leave the package in the box, I’ll grab it soon!” Steve said into the mic, hoping it was just a delivery.

“Steve? Is that you?”

He recognized the voice, though he wished he didn’t.

Eight years was a long time to go without talking to someone who used to be your best friend, but when you’d been best friends for so long, certain things couldn’t be forgotten.

“Tommy?”

“Uh yeah, man. I’m here with Carol. We actually were hoping to talk to you?”

He looked down at his almost naked body, only Eddie’s boxers covering him.

“Sure.”

He buzzed them in, not giving them any clue where he was so they would take their time getting to his door. He had to throw on clothes, brush his hair, and try to look like he hadn’t just been asleep.

He rushed to the bedroom, throwing on the first pair of jeans he saw and a t-shirt from the floor. He heard voices down the hall as he was heading to the bathroom, his hands shaking with nerves as he tried to rush to brush through his hair.

“It can’t be that Munson, though, right? Even Steve wasn’t a fan of him in school.”

Steve grimaced at Carol’s voice.

Technically, Eddie worked a half shift when he had to work Saturdays, which meant unless they were only stopping by for a few minutes, he would probably be home while they were still here.

Tommy had always hated Eddie. No one could really figure out why. Sure, a lot of people said nasty things about and to Eddie in high school, but no one else really put their hands on him the way Tommy did.

Eddie joked it must have been because he liked him, but Steve thought maybe he just had a lot of displaced anger.

At least that’s what he thought when he became a counselor and understood a lot of psychology behind why people did things.

Eddie laughed and said, “don’t overthink it, some people are just bullies.”

But Steve liked to think maybe Tommy was more complicated than that, liked to explain away his worst qualities so it made it easier to accept that he was once best friends with him.

Eddie laughed about that too, and said, “kids are stupid, and sometimes we find friends in people who make us feel better about ourselves, but you grew up.”

Steve shook his head, not wanting to think more about it.

He opened the front door, the ghosts of his past standing there, hardly aged, hardly any different at all.

“Come in, guys. Um. Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting anyone.”

They all awkwardly laughed as Tommy and Carol made their way inside.

The apartment was small, cheap rent kept them there so they could save up to buy a house outside of town in the next few years, maybe work on starting a family if they could.

They’d talked about it over the last couple of years, once Steve was settled in his job at the school, once Eddie got promoted to general manager at the shop, they’d save for a few years, have a decent down payment, start looking for a house with three or four bedrooms. Start looking into adopting. Maybe get a cat.

But to do that, their apartment was cozy, as Eddie liked to say. One bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and living room area all one room, a tiny storage closet. They didn’t even have their own washer and dryer, which reminded Steve that he had to take their laundry downstairs and get it started soon.

Tommy and Carol looked around, but hid any emotion on their faces.

He gestured for them to have a seat on the couch, which was a hand-me-down from Wayne when they moved in. It was “too much” for his space when Eddie moved out.

They sat, though they didn’t look very comfortable.

Steve sat in the rocking chair Eddie bought, the first thing he bought for their “eventual home”, but didn’t rock as he took them in.

He originally didn’t see any proof of them aging, but now that he was looking closer, he could see Tommy’s already-receding hairline, Carol’s wrinkled by her eyes, both of them just a little softer in the face and stomach.

They looked incredibly human like this, like they weren’t some high school king and queen who only cared about how they look and what parties they could go to every weekend.

It helped Steve relax a bit.

“Not to be rude, but uh, how did you guys find me?” Steve asked, not sure he even really cared.

“We moved here to Chicago about six months ago, Tommy’s gonna run his dad’s office here starting next year, so he wanted to ease into it. I started job searching a few weeks ago for a teaching position and I noticed you worked at the school I interviewed at. We looked you up and decided we wanted to come talk,” Carol always was a bit of a rambler, always annoyed Steve when she started in on something that really didn’t matter much.

Carol nudged Tommy, who had been staring wide-eyed at Steve since he sat down.

He cleared his throat and nodded.

“We actually came here to make things right. We were best friends for years, and then one bad thing happened and we weren’t anymore. I know I fucked up with everything. We shouldn’t have treated Nancy like that, or you like that, and we’re hoping you could maybe accept our apology.”

Steve stared at them.

“We were kids. We did stupid shit. We’ve all grown. I mean, look at you! Your own apartment in the big city!”

As if he had been waiting for a cue, Eddie walked in the front door, his oil-covered coveralls already coming off. Steve made the rule after he came home one day to see oil stains on the bed sheets where Eddie had fallen asleep after working from open to close: coveralls come off as soon as he’s in the door and they go straight to the laundry room.

“Jesus, sweetheart, this is the last Saturday I cover in the shop. At least until I hire some competent mechanics. I think I did most of the work all morning. And after doing most of the work last night, I-”

“Eds! We have company!” Steve rushed out, his face bright red at what Eddie was implying.

It’s not that he really cared about what Tommy and Carol thought; Once they realized Eddie lived here, it wouldn’t be difficult to come to the conclusion that they shared a one bedroom apartment because they were together. He didn’t even care if Tommy and Carol were disgusted by him for it.

But he’d be damned if Eddie felt uncomfortable in his own home, especially if they started saying shit to him reminiscent of their high school days.

He watched Eddie turn around, recognize the people on the couch, and turn to Steve with a questioning look.

“Tommy, Carol, you remember Eddie,” Steve said, not breaking eye contact with Eddie.

They were having an entire conversation with their eyes, Steve begging Eddie to just go get cleaned up, Eddie begging Steve to explain what was going on.

Tommy’s eyes narrowed as he looked between them, Carol’s eyes stayed pointed at Eddie.

“Munson?”

“The one and only!” Eddie said, his voice pitching just a bit higher, naturally going to his over the top self to protect himself from whatever they would say.

Steve loved every version of Eddie: the performer on stage, the performer with friends, the soft version of himself that only Steve got to see, the protective version that would fight the world to make sure his loved ones were safe.

He was lucky to have every part of Eddie, even the parts that may not always be the best.

But his least favorite thing was seeing Eddie go into this mode, the one that kept him safe during school, when kids were mean, adults were mean, life was hard.

He didn’t want that for Eddie anymore.

“You guys…live together?” Tommy asked, looking back to Steve for confirmation.

Steve rolled his eyes. Tommy apparently didn’t gain any intelligence over the years.

“Yes. We’re together.”

From the look on Eddie’s face, he hadn’t expected Steve to say that.

That was fair; it took Steve nearly a year just to come out to anyone who wasn’t Robin, scared that somehow everyone would hate him, hate Eddie, hate them together.

But it went perfectly, and Steve rode the high a bit too much. He came out to his parents a few months after, and that went quite a lot less than perfectly.

He was lucky he didn’t have more head trauma from it, actually.

So he kept it quiet, didn’t come out to any new friends he met in college, even after one of them came out to him. Didn’t come out to coworkers while he worked at a cafe throughout college to pay the bills. Didn’t even come out to the bartender at their favorite bar despite the rainbow flag that was hidden behind the bar in silent support.

It was only recently that he started to feel comfortable being more open, and only in the city, only select areas where he knew they wouldn’t end up hurt.

Eddie was patient, maybe more than he deserved.

So saying it outright to the two people who suspected and bullied Eddie for being gay in high school, despite it not even being confirmed then, clearly threw Eddie for a loop.

“Oh, like…”

“Yes, exactly like that.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for any response that would give him permission to kick them out of his apartment, their apartment.

But he saw Carol nudge Tommy again, pasting a smile on her face. It wasn’t completely natural, but it also didn’t seem fake.

“That’s nice, Steve. Have you been together a while?”

“Since ‘86.”

“Wow! Since the quakes!”

Steve nodded.

“Steve, can you help me with something in the kitchen for a second?” Eddie asked, his voice unreadable.

Steve hated it, hated that all of a sudden he couldn’t get a grasp of what Eddie was feeling.

It had been so long since he’d experienced this.

And a small part of him blamed Tommy and Carol.

He got up, wordlessly following Eddie into the kitchen area that wasn’t even separated from the living room.

“Not that I don’t love that you’re comfortable telling them, but um. What’s. What’s happening currently?” Eddie whispered as he tried to appear busy, grabbing a glass from the cabinet to fill with water.

“They came to apologize to me. For high school.”

When he said it out loud, it sounded a bit ridiculous.

“And are you accepting it?”

“I don’t think so. I think they’re only doing it to help themselves feel better. I’m not interested in whatever game they’re playing.”

Eddie looked over Steve’s shoulder at the pair sitting on the couch.

“Need me to get rid of them? Just say so, sweetheart. I’ll kick them both to the curb.”

Steve leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips, smiling as he pulled away.

“I got it, baby. Get cleaned up so I can hug you.”

“Just hug?”

Steve laughed as he walked back towards his spot.

“Or more!”

He focused back on Tommy and Carol, who were graciously pretending that they didn’t hear the conversation that happened less than 20 feet from them.

“So, we were wondering if you wanted to meet up for dinner, catch up? You could bring Eddie, of course!”

Of course, she said. Like they didn’t outwardly despise Eddie eight years ago. Like they were perfectly fine with him now, and fine with Steve, and fine with them.

“I think we’ll pass. Good luck to you guys in Chicago, though.”

He ignored the pang of guilt when he saw Carol’s face fall and Tommy’s eyes darted to where Eddie was closing the bedroom door and back to Steve.

“Oh. Um. Well, it would be our treat, if you’re worried about money.”

“I wasn’t.”

Tommy and Carol hadn’t expected to be shut down like this, but Steve knew he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t accept their apologies, and he wouldn’t expect Eddie to suddenly be friendly to people who tormented him for years.

“Okay. Well. I guess we’ll go, then.”

“Thanks for stopping by.”

He stood as they stood, walked them out the door, then closed and locked it behind them.

Steve made it to the bedroom before he felt the tears spring to his eyes.

Eddie was in the bathroom showering, so he hoped he could get it out quickly. He didn’t want Eddie to worry.

But unfortunately, once a few tears fell, it seemed like they wouldn’t stop.

He got back in bed, burying his face in the pillow so he could hopefully pretend to be asleep, but didn’t quite manage it before Eddie was walking back into the room.

He got in bed and silently pulled Steve against his chest, running his hands up and down his back to soothe him, not trying to use any comforting words.

“I don’t know why I’m upset about a stupid fake apology from people I don’t care about.”

“Stevie, it’s okay to be upset. They were your friends for a long time, and you still have a lot of hurt leftover from them.”

“I just wish things had been different then.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

Eddie kissed the top of his head, and as they lay there together, Steve realized this hurt would never quite go away.

—------------------

“T, I don’t think he believed us,” Carol said from the passenger seat.

“I can’t believe Steve’s with Eddie. Of all the people,” Tommy replied, not even acknowledging Carol’s words.

“They seem good together.”

“I guess.”

Carol knew Tommy had a crush on Steve in high school, they’d talked about it years ago when she found an old picture of Steve with a heart drawn on the back while they were moving the first time around.

She’d been caught off guard, but understood, and was fine with it when he explained it was definitely in the past.

And it was.

But a part of him was wondering how long Steve had realized he liked guys, and what might have happened if he’d just been brave enough to do something about his feelings before things went to shit.

He loved Carol, was happy to be married to her, and wouldn’t want Steve now, but still. The what-ifs plagued his mind on the drive back to their home.

“Are you jealous of Eddie?”

Carol sounded hesitant to ask, like she wasn’t sure which answer she would prefer because she knew either way, Tommy would be upset she asked at all.

“No. I’m not jealous. Steve and I would never have worked out.”

Which may not have been a great answer for his wife, but it was the truth, and they were always honest with each other if nothing else.

“Since I got the job at the school, maybe I’ll have more chances to convince him we meant it.”

Carol was good. Deep down she had always been good. But Tommy always managed to drag her down when they were young, convinced her she needed to be a mean girl to fit in with their group, kept it up through most of college before they finally realized life was better if you just weren’t awful to people.

“Yeah, maybe.”

—---------------------

So, a month later, when school started up, Carol began the task of showing Steve that they were truly sorry.

She would often leave notes in his mailbox in the office, usually just a “have a great day!” with a smiley face, or “let me know if you want to catch up over lunch!”

He never responded, but she knew he got them.

Tommy had issues with his car and took it to the shop Eddie worked at, nodding along to what he said and admitted he didn’t really know much about cars so he trusted Eddie to fix it.

It was entirely professional, but a small part of Tommy was satisfied when Eddie gave him a genuine smile.

—--------------------------

“Is it weird that they keep trying?” Steve asked one night while they were lying in bed.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I think maybe they just mean it.”

Steve pondered it.

Yeah, they must mean it. The old Tommy and Carol would have given up after he sent them out of their apartment the first time.

“Would you wanna go to dinner with them? Just give them a chance? It’s okay if you don’t want to. You don’t have to forgive them.”

Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve’s slowly, softly.

“If you want to, then I want to support you. We’re all different now. Maybe we can look at who they are now instead of who they were, as long as they can look at who we are and respect us.”

“Yeah.” Steve kissed Eddie’s cheek. “Yeah.”

—-------------------

Steve left a note for Carol the following Monday: “Dinner at ours? Friday at 7. Bring a red wine and beer.”

She wrote back that same day with a bunch of smiley faces and a response that they would be there.

When Friday came, Steve was nervous.

He’d planned to leave work right when school got out instead of leaving at five so he could make sure everything was clean and the food would be ready on time.

Eddie promised to be home by six in case he needed help.

And when six arrived, Eddie walked through the door with flowers and a smile, and Steve relaxed.

Nothing would go wrong.

Even if something did, they would be in it together, and they would support each other.

They didn’t have to do this alone like they did all those years ago.

—-------------------

It became a thing: dinner every Friday evening, sometimes at Steve and Eddie’s, sometimes at Tommy and Carol’s, sometimes at a new restaurant in the city.

The first few dinners were stilted, full of apologies and awkward catch-ups.

Then it got easier.

They got closer.

Eddie and Tommy actually became closer than Steve and Tommy ever were. Eddie showed him how to change his own oil so he could “stop bothering him at work just so he could look at his sexy coveralls.” Tommy rolled his eyes, but was grateful to learn.

Carol and Steve would often bake dessert together, catching up on school gossip, the latest who was dating who always entertaining them just as it did when they were in high school.

There were still the occasional moments where Steve thought about how much they hurt him, and Eddie thought about how they might be teasing him behind his back.

But it was rare, and they usually talked themselves out of it.

They were the first people to find out when Carol was pregnant, and the first people to learn it was twins. Carol and Tommy were the first (okay, first after Robin) people to find out when their offer on a house was accepted.

Tommy ended up cutting ties with his father when he found out that Steve and Eddie were together and threatened to cut him off. Tommy had a degree, and now had years of experience under his belt, and wasn’t worried about finding another job, one where he knew he earned his position because of his work and not being the boss’ son.

And when Steve and Eddie were able to finally adopt a little girl in 2002, Tommy and Carol were at the courthouse taking pictures of the new family, their own kids already best friends with her.

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[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop IV

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Reader wants to apologise to the Munsons, having a heart to heart with one and panicking the other.

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : Not proofread, not much eddie x reader, uncle wayne’s an icon, max x lucas, petnames from wayne and another, rambly, talks of maxs injuries, mentions of scaring, mentions of the earthquakes/upside down, homeless shelter

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The first week had been manic, it was now Saturday evening, and you and Max were doing the final clean up of the week. “Hey I was just wondering, do you know if any of your friends are looking for jobs?” you asked her.

“I’m not sure, I could ask.”

“If you don’t mind, I think we could use another staff member, or two,” you smiled at her. “I think so, my feet are killing me.”

“Hey if you need a few days off I don’t mind.”

“No no! It’s okay. It’s just a lot, I was injured a few years back so sometimes my body slows down a bit.”

“Oh Max, you should have told me, I would

have given you more breaks.”

“It’s fine really, I want to be able to do this stuff again.”

“Was it the earthquakes?” you asked her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Doctors said I was lucky to be alive.”

“You’re a strong kid Max, you’re going to do amazing things. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, sweeping the floor up. “What happened with Eddie?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well I just mean you know each other, how’s that?”

“Just through Steve and he fixed my car. Don’t think he likes me much in all honesty.”

“Why?”

“I think I offended him. I gave him and Wayne a big tip after fixing my car just to say thank you.”

She nodded, stopping her sweeping, “Eddies not too trusting. I know you meant it to be nice, but he worries about his uncle. Wants to make sure nobody’s being nice to just screw them over,” she explained.

“I see. So how much did I mess up?”

“Don’t worry about it, he’ll forgive you. Wayne will make him,” she chuckled.

“Is there any reason he’s like that? Like not trusting?” Max seemed like she didn’t know how to answer.

“You don’t have to tell me Max, it’s none of my business.”

“Eddies just always been I don’t know … different. He’s not good around new people. That’s all it is, he’ll warm up to you. Especially if your close to Steve and now me. Eddie loves me,” she shrugged.

“Well maybe I’ll go and apologise, take some Cherry turnovers as a white flag.” Grabbing a box you put four of the fresher turnovers in, wrapping them up so they wouldn’t be damaged.

“Well that’s the way to the Munsons hearts, food,” she joked. There was a knock on the door. “That must be Lucas, can I let him in?”

“Course Honey,” you said and the young girl almost skipped to the door.

Hearing them greeting each other you smiled, sorting out Maxs pay, so she could go. “Hi Lucas, how’s it going?” You said to the boy. “I’m good, how’s it been today? Max causing you trouble?” He joked, making his girlfriend hit him lightly.

“She’s been golden,” you smiled, handing her the money. “You two get out of here, have a good night.”

“You sure? I can stay,” she said, almost concerned. “I promise I’ll be okay. You enjoy the rest of your weekend, I’ll see you Monday.”

The young couple waved goodbye, left you to finish everything for the weekend. You planned to take the leftovers that wouldn’t last the weekend, to the shelter in town. Then of course stop off at Munsons mechanics.

There wasn’t a lot to do now that Max had gone, just finish up the sweeping and wrap up food to go. Flicking the lights off you headed out, locking up behind yourself.

Climbing in your, now working, car, you were on your way.

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“This is really generous, are you sure?” a woman with dark hair asked, as you placed the boxes of food down on a table. “They’d go to waste, people need food and I have extra.”

“That’s so kind of you, thank you.” She took the boxes and headed over to what you assumed the kitchen was. It was crazy to think that the earthquakes happened a while back and there were so many people here.

A big board sat to the side, thick with missing posters. Some people with waiting for others to come home, some waiting for their homes to come back, and others had nowhere and nothing but this place and the people in it.

Your name being called pulled you out of your trance. Turning you saw a familiar face, “Robin, hi. How’s it going?” you smiled.

“Great, it’s good to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Just come to drop off some food, how about you?”

“Oh Vickie is one of the people in charge here, I help out on my days off. Have you met her?” she asked.

“Briefly. The night we went out, she came to pick you up.”

“Ah, explains why I can’t remember. Can I defend myself and say I don��t always get like that,” she laughed awkwardly.

“Trust me, shots don’t sit right with me either.”

Smiling in comfort now, “Well I need to get off, I’m hoping to catch Wayne before he leave the mechanics,” you explained.

“Your car in trouble again?”

“No, nothing like that. Just need to discuss something with him.”

“Oh well if he isn’t there he lives in Forest Hills, near the edge of town.”

“The trailer park?” Humming, Robin answered, “Yeah even though he has the mechanics he never wants to move.”

“Right well thanks, I’ll see you soon. Hopefully we can hang out and I can meet Vickie properly,” you spoke, not in the sarcastic way where you never actually want to meet up, sincerely you did.

“I hope so, I think Steve’s having a big barbecue like to celebrate the end of Summer or something.”

“Sounds like Steve. I’ll see you.” Waving goodbye you headed back to your car.

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There was no luck at the mechanics, and you wouldn’t have time during the week or tomorrow. You had to go and buy stock and sort out some changes to the menu.

It felt a bit strange driving to the Wayne’s home, you hated showing up uninvited, but you needed to apologise and make sure he knew it wasn’t meant maliciously.

You drove through, not really sure where to go. Slowing down by a middle aged man, you opened your window. “Excuse me,” you spoke, attempting not to make him jump.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know where Wayne Munson lives?”

“Who’s asking?” he asked almost cautiously. “Oh uh, a client? A friend?” you told him your name.

“Right,” he grunted, “He lives on the back of the park, you’ll see his car. Just keep driving. Watch yourself.” You looked at him confused. “You say you’re a friend of the Munsons, be careful Honey, that might not be friends you’re wanting.”

“Right. Thanks for you help,” you said, rolling up the window and continuing on your way. How strange.

He was right, the man, you spotted Wayne’s car. The trailer seemed to be set further back than the others. Isolated almost.

You picked up the box of turn overs and headed to the door, tapping on it twice. “Just coming!” a voice shouted. A familiar face appeared around the door. “Hey Honey! What are you doing here?” Wayne asked.

“I was just wondering if we could talk? I brought some Cherry turnovers,” you motioned to the box in your hand. “Well you’ve twisted my arm, come on in,” he joked.

“Sweet tea?” he asked.

“Please,” you smiled.

“You take a seat, I’ll get us some drinks and plates.” You did so, sitting on a beige couch with floral patterning on it.

A maroon arm chair sat in the corner, you could only assume that was Waynes chair. Mugs and caps covered the walls, all unique, not one even remotely similar to another.

“Here you go Honey,” he smiled, placing the glass in front of you and the plate. He took out one of the turnovers and split it with a knife, giving you half. “Thank you,” you smiled to him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit your shop yet, everyone’s travelling back from vacation. Cars are overheating and breaking down left right and centre.”

“It’s alright,” you told him, taking a sip of the tea. It was amazing.

“Oh wow,” you spoke.

“It’s good isn’t it?” he laughed.

“It’s delicious!”

“Maybe one day’ll give you the recipe and you can sell it in that shop of yours.”

“That would be great.”

“So what did we need to talk about?” he asked, taking a bite of the sweet treat and humming in delight. “Well I … I’m sorry if I offended you, that was never my intention Mr Munson.”

“Offend me? Honey how could you offend me?”

“When I, when I gave Eddie the money for my car he came back. I didn’t mean to upset him or you, I was just trying to be nice and say thank you I swear.”

“Why did Eddie come back?”

“Cause I left you a tip.”

“Oh Honey, that’s so generous, but you don’t need to do that for us.”

“It was just meant to be a thank you I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You didn’t. It’s just Eddie being cautious. I was wondering where that extra $65 came from.”

“I am sorry Mr Munson.”

“Stop apologising, you didn’t do nothing wrong and the names Wayne. You can use it.” You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. “I just wanted to say sorry that’s why I came here. When I see Eddie I’ll say sorry to him too. I was rude to him.”

“Probably deserved it, he gets snappy when his guards up. Don’t take it personal, he’ll warm up to you. The whole towns already chatting up a storm about you.”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm so many of the boys at the shop are talking about Callie’s lovely niece.”

“Well that’s very kind of them.”

“It’s true, you seem lovely-“ A door in the trailer opened and another voice came, “You taking to yourself old man?”

You could hear the smile in his tone as he walked down the hall to find you and Wayne sat drinking tea and chatting like old friends.

Eddie Munson stood there, in all his glory. No shirt, towel around his waist, curly hair dripping on the floor. You could see the panic in his face, not understanding why at first, but then you saw them.

They were all over his body.

They covered him.

Scars.

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A/N : OH SHIT

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[14buddy22]

omg hi!!!

i saw ur post about aaron requests! im not too sure what format to put this in but could i request a secret relationship reveal fluff w/ mr hotchner please?

thanks a bunch and have a nice day <3

Thank you for the request!! One request down, many to go :) I hope you like this anon!

It was no surprise that you and Aaron actually ended up together. Your chemistry from the first time you met really just set the tone for you two now.

You two had been dating for nearly a year now. It was decided early on that you wanted to keep it a secret for a long as you could, even if the BAU were trained profilers.

The good thing was, nothing in your routine changed when you got together. He still got up early, came to work early, and you slept in, coming to work barely before you were scheduled to clock in.

The hardest part was when you wanted to leave for the day. You couldn't just waltz in his office, telling him to come home, you had to get in your car, drive home to see Jack, and then Aaron was home between a half hour to an hour later.

When you were away on cases, it wasn't unusual that you two didn't share a hotel room, especially when you two were best friends for 10 years before getting together. Your team would have thought it was weird if you asked to stay with someone else.

You loved working with him and you loved spending all your extra time with him. That's why on a Saturday morning, no cases coming in and just getting back from a longer one, he wanted to spend the day with you and Jack.

After sending the text to the BAU at midnight last night that everyone had the weekend off, you already started planning what you wanted to do with him and Jack.

As you got your morning started with breakfast, you and Aaron quietly talked about what you guys could do with Jack today.

"He's been wanting to go to the zoo, do you want to go?"

"Yeah. We can go. That'll be fun. And, it's far enough away where I can hold your hand and kiss you in public."

You rolled your eyes at Aaron's comment. Hiding your relationship was getting harder and harder, especially when you saw yourself marrying this man sooner than later.

"If you would man up and tell the team, you could kiss me and hold my hand in public all you want."

He kissed you in the kitchen and he said, "I just want to protect you. Protect us."

"I know. But I'm in the same line of work as you. The team would be happy for us, Aaron. You have to know that."

"I know they would, but maybe we should really get married, that would be the biggest shock to them."

"I don't know if the girls will ever forgive me if I got married and didn't tell them."

He laughed at that, knowing the girls have tried to se you up on multiple dates within the past year but you kept telling them that you're not ready, it was only the same excuse for so long.

When Jack finally came downstairs for breakfast, you talked about going to the zoo and he was excited. Knowing he had his Dad and you off together, spending time with everyone, it made him excited.

When you finished breakfast and got going with your day, you loaded up into Aaron's car and Jack talked the entire car ride about what animals he wanted to see and some facts Reid had told him about certain animals.

Walking hand in hand with Aaron at the zoo, taking pictures of your Hotchner boys, Aaron taking pictures of you and Jack, and listening to Jack point out all the animals he was talking about in the car.

As you stopped for lunch, you three sat on a blanket, you leaning into Aaron as Jack ate his PBJ.

"Dad! Y/n! Let me take a picture of you two."

Jack took Aaron's phone and began taking pictures of you two. Aaron caught you off guard, kissing you, making you laugh. Jack began to laugh, making Aaron then laugh. You loved your Hotchner boys and they loved you.

Aaron knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were his best friend, and even better, his girlfriend. He wanted you as his fiancé, his wife.

"Are you guys ever going to get married?"

You looked up at Aaron, waiting for his response.

"Someday I want to. What do you think?"

"I want to marry you, too."

Jack smiled and you kissed Aaron again. Jack doesn't remember much about Haley, and he only remembers his parents fighting, so to see his Dad happy now, it made him happy.

Jack said, "Uh oh."

Aaron and you immediately looked at him and said, "Jack, what's wrong."

"Hotch?"

You and Aaron visibly tensed up, you felt his grip on you tighten. You both knew that voice. You couldn't miss it.

You two turned around, only being met with Garcia.

"Oh my god! Y/n! Wait. You were kissing Y/n! Wait, Y/n, you were kissing Hotch! What is-"

She immediately ran over to hug you both. You couldn't help but laugh and hug her back, knowing Aaron's hugs couldn't out last Penelope's.

It wasn't long before you saw the rest of your team with Derek and his son and JJ's two boys.

"Why are you all at the zoo? Didn't you all have somewhere better to be?"

The team immediately threw down a blanket next to yours and you watched as Henry and Jack started talking and everyone just looked at you and Aaron.

Rossi said, "So, how long has this been going on? We knew you two were best friends, but this is something more than what best friends do. Especially the way you two were kissing."

You didn't care what Rossi was saying, you thought it was funny, but what was the best part was seeing Aaron's reaction. How your stoic, unit chief began to blush at the thought of getting caught. He was blushing like a school boy talking to his crush.

You put your hand on the back of Aaron's head and said, "Next week will be our 1 year anniversary."

Penelope spoke up just then, "Hotch is the reason why you wouldn't go on any dates!"

"Yes. You all really had no idea we were together?"

The team all collectively shook their heads and said, "No."

Aaron chuckled to himself and said, "Maybe we should have gotten married."

Rossi said, "I don't think that would have went over very well when we would have noticed the wedding bands on your fingers."

Everyone began to laugh and began to bombard you, Aaron, and Jack with questions. They still couldn't believe that they didn't know you two were a thing. They all suspected it would happen, but they suspected that 10 years ago, not now.

For the rest of the time at the zoo, you spent the time walking around with your team and this time, you can show your affection for Aaron, giving him quick kisses and holding his hand.

It turned out to be a really good day, and next week, when your 1 year anniversary rolled around, you were happy to see the team at dinner after you and Aaron had gotten engaged.

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[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley would never want to be with someone else during a deployment, and he would expect the same from you.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, adult banter, smut, non-consensual kissing and touching

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

You met Chelsea the next day when she dropped lunch off for Josh. She was cute and bubbly and seemed nice, but she was eyeing you warily, even after you'd talked to her for a bit. Maybe she thought Josh was working too many hours, because you were demanding it. But when you mentioned to her that staying late was by no means mandatory, she looked even more uneasy.  "She's like that," Josh said later that afternoon. "Always worrying about things." "Well, she is your wife. I mean, I might be concerned with how much you're working if I were her."

Josh eyed you up and down, and it made you feel slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's not what she's worried about. But anyway, we're supposed to go wine tasting this weekend. You should come with us. Sonya and Reggie too." Nothing wrong with a group hang. And Bradley wasn't a huge fan of wine, so this might be something fun you'd never get to do otherwise.  "Sure, send me the details." "You staying late today?" he asked you. "Yeah, so is Sonya." Josh's brow pinched into a frown at this information, but he just nodded his head. And when you mentioned the wine tasting to Sonya, she was really excited about it. Josh looked less enthusiastic than he had earlier, even though he was the one who originally mentioned it. He was acting weird now, and you just did not enjoy dealing with moody men. At least Bradley was usually even tempered. It generally took a lot to get him stirred up.  -------------------------------------------- A few days later, back on the carrier, Bradley was still thinking about how you had touched yourself and let him watch. He was endlessly horny now, and he just wanted to be home in the worst way. He missed your little routines together. He missed playing with your necklace charms while you snuggled on his chest. He missed telling you about his day and getting your feedback. You made him feel like his ideas and opinions were important. And he missed the way you got nostalgic for stories about his parents, even though you'd never met them.  "I'm thinking about going to get my mom's ring as soon as we get back," he told Nat over lunch one day in the cafeteria.  "Really?" Nat asked, and her smile looked just like the Cheshire Cat. "I recall you once telling me you tossed that thing in a dusty box. You said you were mad that your mom insisted you keep it for your future wife instead of letting you bury her with it. You told me you were never going to need it, Rooster. And now you're thinking about proposing?"  He smiled and shook his head at just how accurate Phoenix's memory was. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it for too long already. I need her, in every fucking way. I really want to make it official."  "You think she's ready? You've been dating for, what, seven months?" Bradley nodded his head. This was way longer than he'd ever dated anyone else. "Natasha, you know for a fact I was in love with her about an hour after I met her. That was in August. Now it's May. My heart can't take much more waiting."  Then his best friend smiled at him and nodded her head. "She'll say yes. She's a mess over you too, Rooster." ---------------------------------------------- You shot Bradley a quick email detailing your plans to go wine tasting this afternoon. It was Saturday for you, but probably already early Sunday morning for him. He was flying another mission tomorrow, and you were hoping he'd be able to call you or Facetime after that.  So when you were about to take Tramp outside before you left, you were surprised to see Bradley had written back to you already. baby girl, have fun, but please be careful. i don't love you going out with people i don't know with alcohol involved. i love you You rolled your eyes. In the last email he sent you, he asked you if you thought Josh had ulterior motives when he worked late. You reminded him that Josh was married, and that Sonya and Reggie had occasionally started to stay late as well.  In the email before that, he asked you if you'd told Josh about him. You reminded him that yes, you had told all three of your new coworkers about your deployed boyfriend.  Bradley was being ridiculous. And today you were going to win over Chelsea so you'd have a new friend.  ------------------------------------------------- "I can't tell the difference between the wines unless one is red and one is white," Reggie said, alternating between taking sips from each glass. The woman serving the wine samples looked appalled, but you and the others couldn't stop laughing.  "Do you just mix red and white together to make a blush wine?" Sonya asked. "Absolutely not," the wine specialist replied. "Okay, okay, this was a little too fancy for me," you said when she was out of earshot. "Anyone want to hit up the Hard Deck later? First round is on me." Everyone seemed kind of interested, even Chelsea, who had actually been a bit more talkative with you today.  "Well, I'll be there around eight if any of you decide to join me!" you said before you started to leave.  Josh nodded at you, and you could swear you felt him watching you as you walked away.  When you got home, you played with Tramp and did some meal prepping for awhile. You were kind of in the mood to wear a dress out tonight, but what was the point if Bradley wasn't there. It was so much fun to tease him. So you stuck with your jeans and your boat shoes.  As soon as you arrived at the bar, the boys cheered. "Haven't seen you in a week!" Hangman drawled, handing you a set of darts.  "I've been super busy with work," you told him. "Can I at least get a beer first before you kick my ass?" "Hey, Payback," Hangman called over to the other aviator who was at the bar. "Get one for Angel here." You rolled your eyes and threw a dart, and by the end of the matchup, you'd lost miserably, but at least you had a beer in your hand.  "So, how's Rooster?" Bob asked you, and you immediately thought of his face when you'd touched yourself over Facetime.  "He's doing great!" you said with a laugh. "So is Phoenix. They were in Osaka last week." "How soon until they're back?" Fanboy asked. "Only three more weeks!" you cheered, and then you noticed Josh was at the bar. "Hey, I'm going to go sit with my new coworker for a bit. I'll be back." ---------------------------------- Bradley wanted to ball his phone up in his fist and destroy it. He just finished reading an email from Jake, and his heart was racing. Rooster,You know anything about this Josh guy hanging out with your girl? He's looking awfully cozy with her at the bar at the moment, buying her drinks and shit. Just wanted to make you aware if you weren't already.Hangman But Bradley knew if he destroyed his phone, he would have no way of emailing Jake back. "Less than three weeks," he muttered, shaking his head and pounding out a message back to Jake. Bradley trusted you, he really did. But this guy set his teeth on edge, and he'd barely seen him for more than a second over Facetime. But he just knew. Bradley knew he was interested in you. And you weren't listening to him. Bradley was sure you just thought he was acting like a jealous dick. But he knew how you were. You were perfect and so beautiful. You were fun, and maybe a little too flirty. You made people feel at ease. You were so sweet and outgoing, and everyone automatically liked you. Bradley had fallen for you so fast, and he knew he wouldn't be the only one who found you so charming.  So Bradley started hitting the gym even harder, and he focused all of his concentration on missions and mission prep, trying to keep his mind occupied. He and Nat would be flying a pretty dangerous course in a few days, so he made sure he was getting enough sleep. But you were always right there at the front of his mind. -------------------------------------------- You only had two weeks left until Bradley came home, and you were positively aching for him. You bought yourself a new vibrator, but it was kind of loud and made Tramp bark when you used it. "So much for that," you mumbled, cleaning it and putting it away.  You'd purposely packed your weekend full of activities. Pedicures with Maria, yoga, Costco with Cam, walking on the beach with Tramp. But it was still so hard. You were starting to get an idea of which of the engineers would be the best option to keep in San Diego long term, and you knew the other two would be so disappointed.  Now almost every time you went to the Hard Deck, Josh met you there. Sometimes Chelsea came, and other times not. You found yourself having to divide your time between Josh, the aviators, and Cam and Maria. It felt good to have so many friend options, and you realized it was helping to take your mind off of your absent boyfriend.  And now you were at the Hard Deck again, playing pool with Fanboy, Bob, and Coyote. The guys were always so accommodating, given that you were terrible. They took turns having you as a partner so they all lost equally. Tonight it was poor Coyote's turn.  "Hey, Angel?" Hangman asked you. "That guy Josh? He's been staring at your ass the entire time you've been playing. What's the deal here?" "Nothing," you told him, rolling your eyes as you actually managed to sink a ball. "He's married, and I have Rooster." Hangman grunted as he sipped his beer. "I don't think he ought to be looking at you and buying you drinks if he's married. And I don't think you'd be doing this if Rooster was here." You felt your cheeks flush as you turned to face him. "If Bradley were here? Yeah, things would be different. I wouldn't be lonely, and frustrated and sad! But you know what Jake? He's not here. And I don't want to spend eight weeks bored and alone! And Josh isn't constantly buying me beers, we alternate paying the tab." "You don't have to get defensive with me, Angel. It's just that I can appreciate this from Rooster's perspective, is all." "Yeah, that guy's into you," Fanboy added seriously. Coyote agreed. "He definitely is." "He's. Married." You enunciated the words clearly for the boys. "Nothing's going on." "Fine," Hangman said, ending the conversation. -------------------------------------- Bradley's heart sank when he saw that Hangman had replied to his last email a week later. He'd begged Jake to make sure you were okay, make sure that guy kept his hands to himself.  Rooster,I tried talking to her, but she got defensive. She said nothing's going on, and I believe her. But if you saw how he's looking at her, you'd go through the roof, man. I'm doing my best to be charming so she'll want to play darts with me. Hangman It was a sad day when Bradley trusted Hangman around you as much as he would trust being there himself. But Jake was harmless enough now, and he knew Bradley wanted to be with you forever.  Thankfully he was scheduled to call you in just a few hours when it was Sunday night your time. Hopefully you'd set his mind at ease. "Bradley!" you said brightly when he answered. It was noisy, and he immediately knew you were at the Hard Deck.  "Baby Girl, I miss you," he said, and he already felt better after hearing your voice. "I'm putting you on speaker. Say hi, guys!" Bradley chuckled as he was greeted by Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Bob and Hangman. "I'm going to take this outside so I can hear you better," you told Bradley. But before you could do that he asked, "Actually, you mind if I speak to Jake for a second?" "Uh, sure, Roo," you replied, sounding bewildered. Honestly Bradley didn't want time with Jake eating into his time with you, but he was itching for more information. "Hey, it's off speaker," he heard Jake drawl. "Is he there now?" Bradley asked immediately. "Yup. And it's more of the same." Fuck. Bradley rubbed his eyes. "I realize I sound like a jealous prick right now. But can you put my mind at ease at all, man?" "Mmmm, not really," Jake replied, and he must have been walking away from you. "Your girl doesn't seem to understand how different this guy treats her when he's here with his wife versus when he's here alone. She's too sweet to everyone, man." "Has Mav been around?" Bradley asked. "Nah, he and Penny went on a sailing trip." "Shit. Thanks, Jake. You can put her back on." Bradley listened to you fill him in on your work, and he was beyond delighted when you told him you were leaning toward asking to keep Sonya on. "She's just really proficient in all of the areas where I'm weaker. She has been able to solve so many issues I've run into. Did I mention she's from Maryland?" "No, you didn't. But that's awesome, Baby Girl. And how's Tramp?" He heard you giggle and his smile widened. "He's such a little rascal! He got off his leash in the front yard yesterday and started eating a cactus! He freaked out, of course, and I had to pull one of those little spikes out of his nose. But he's fine. We just miss you." "I miss you so much. Two more weeks until you're picking me up," Bradley said, his mind drifting to all of the reunion sex you'd be having. He'd been trying to come up with a way to get to Virginia before he got home, but it just didn't seem feasible.  "I'll bring the Bronco when I pick you up. She misses you too. Not as much as me though." "Oh, the things I plan to do to you, Sweetheart. They are indecent." "Tell me more, Rooster..." "Fuck! My time's up!" He heard you sigh. "I love you, Bradley. See you in two weeks." ------------------------------------------- When you hung up your call, you turned back toward the door of the Hard Deck, and you saw Josh coming outside. "Hey, just wanted to see where you'd gone." You wiped away the tear you'd managed to contain until you were off the phone. "Oh, I was just talking to Bradley."  Josh looked at your cheek. "Did he make you cry?" You laughed. "Yeah, only because I miss him so much."  "You miss him? Or you miss being with someone?" Josh asked you seriously.  You laughed involuntarily. "I miss him." Josh smirked at you. "He never tried to get you to have....an agreement? For while he's away?" Your brow scrunched up. "You mean sleeping with other people?" "Yeah," he said with a grin.  You laughed again. "No way. Never. He would never go for that! He'd have a fit if I even tried to bring it up!" You started to head back inside, and then you remembered all of the things Bradley had told you in the emails he'd sent. "Hey, why doesn't Chelsea come with you more often when you go out?" Josh just shrugged. "She prefers a quiet night at home." "And you don't prefer a quiet night at home with her?" you asked, stepping back inside the noisy bar. You certainly preferred a quiet night at home with Bradley more often than not. "Sometimes I do," he replied, and when you turned back toward him, he'd definitely been looking at your butt. He just shrugged again, but you excused yourself to the pool table.  ------------------------------------------------ Your work project was going great. Bradley would be home in less than a week. And tonight was Maria's birthday. You were getting a little bit dressed up for a night at the Hard Deck, but your friend only turned thirty once. You got her an expensive bottle of champagne as a gift, and you couldn't wait to buy her some tequila shots.  "Bye, Tramp. Be good!" The Hard Deck was pretty crowded for a Tuesday night, but you made a beeline directly for Maria and Cam, throwing your arms around both of them.  "Happy birthday, babe!" you told her, and smiled as she kissed your cheek. "Thanks! Gonna get stupid drunk tonight!" You laughed. "We have work tomorrow!" "No, I called out already!" she told you, and you toyed with the idea of calling out sick tomorrow as well.  You ordered so many shots for your friends, Jimmy could barely keep up.  You danced with Maria, chugged a beer with Cam and tried your best to play a round of pool. You even saw Josh who was laughing at you a bit about how much you'd had to drink. The night was fun, but it would have been perfect if Bradley were there too. It was so late and way too hot inside when you ducked out to the deck for some fresh air. You leaned back against the deck railing, trying to cool down, but it was a warm, late-May night. You felt dizzy and fuzzy from Maria's birthday drinks. You closed your eyes and thought about Bradley and his body, and all the things he would be doing to you on Saturday night. You almost let out a moan when you started thinking about his thick neck and his big hands.  Thankfully you didn't, though, because just then Josh joined you out on the deck. "It's so hot inside. I just needed to cool down," you told him with a smile. "Plus, I think I've had way too much tequila, and I'm going to need to call a Lyft later." You toyed with your necklace charms, thoughts of your boyfriend still swirling through your mind.  Then you froze as he stepped into your personal space. You couldn't figure out what to do fast enough, but you stood up to your full height, deciding you'd better get back inside to the aviators and Maria. But Josh reached for your hips before you could move. His hands were big and warm like Bradley's, and if you closed your eyes, you were sure it would feel so good to be touched after so many weeks. But he was wrong. He was all wrong, because he wasn't Bradley. "What are you doing?" you asked, grabbing at his hands, but it was too late. His lips were crushing against yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Josh's lips felt wrong too. His tongue was invasive, and you felt tears stinging in your eyes as you realized that you were kissing someone who wasn't your boyfriend. He had you pinned against the railing, and your brain was filled with Bradley and how upset he was going to be. But you couldn't figure out how to make your body move.  "I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone," Josh whispered when he broke away, and when you opened your mouth to tell him to stop, he swiped his tongue inside again.  "No!" you managed to say, but you could already feel his hands sliding down your dress and starting to lift it up. "Stop it!" You pushed firmly on his chest, but he barely moved. He was almost as big as Bradley was.  Fuck! Bradley! Oh my God, he was going to kill you. He was going to be so upset. In your moment of hesitation, Josh ran his lips along your neck and pushed his body against yours while he worked your dress up higher. You quickly raised your knee up to his crotch in a sharp motion, and tried to dodge around him as he yelped in pain.  But he grabbed you by the arm and said, "You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!" You stared at him, flabbergasted. "What? No, I haven't!" "Yeah, you have! You tried to keep your boyfriend a secret for as long as you could. And tonight you wore that tiny dress!" "It's my friend's birthday party, and I didn't even know you'd be here! Please let go of my arm," you said, voice trembling. "I want to go back inside."  And then you felt someone take you by your free hand. You looked up and saw that it was Jake. When Josh released your arm, you scrambled to Jake's side and held onto him.  "Come on man, she told you no. I heard her," Jake said in a very calm voice. Josh looked abashed, but still managed to say, "She's been telling me yes with her eyes for weeks. She works late with me all the time, man. Don't you, Y/N?"" You felt Jake wrap his arm around you. "She told you no with her words right now. And maybe you don't understand what it means yet, but this is Rooster's girl. It doesn't matter how sweet she is to you, or how funny or pretty you think she is, you keep your hands off. Now get the fuck out of here." You buried your face against Jake's chest rather than watch Josh stalk back to his car.  "You okay, Angel?" Jake asked you, tipping your head up so you were looking at him. "No," you croaked. "Bradley's gonna kill me." And then the tears started flowing, and you felt like you were going to throw up.  Jake sighed. "I'm going to take you home, okay?" Then you cried harder. Why did you drink so much tonight? You just wanted to have fun for Maria's birthday, but now you could barely think straight. "I don't want to go home alone." "Then let's go get your friend Maria, okay?" "No! It's her birthday! I don't want to ruin her birthday!" Jake sighed again and said, "Let's go inside and get Bob then." "I don't want to go inside. Bradley is going to be so mad at me, Jake. I don't want to go back in there." You knew you were rambling, but to your relief, Jake flagged down someone who was on their way out, and sent them back inside to get Bob. Next thing you knew, Bob was walking out onto the deck, concern written on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, and you had to listen to Jake recount what had happened to you. Except Jake wasn't blaming you for it. You wanted to open your mouth and tell them that it was all your fault, but your stomach was churning so much, you couldn't talk. "She's had a bit to drink, and that fucker was touching her and kissing her while she was telling him to stop. I need to take her home. And I need you to come with me." "Of course," Bob said gently, and both men guided you toward Jake's car and got you buckled in the passenger seat.  "You okay?" Bob asked as he was about to climb into the back seat.  You were crying so much, you could barely see. "I don't know. I have a pain in my stomach, and it's so hard to breathe." You could feel yourself gasping for air. "Go nice and slow, like this," Bob said, taking several deep breaths so you could imitate him.  You managed to keep your stomach calm until Jake pulled up in front of your house, but you immediately threw up when you stepped out of the car. Jake took you gently by one arm and Bob by the other. When you got to the porch, Bob fished around in your clutch to find your house key and then unlocked the door. Tramp came bounding outside, but Bob caught him.  "Bradley is going to be so mad at me," you were saying, over and over. It was all you could think about.  "Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank the water with shaky hands.  "He'll never trust me again, Jake."  Jake just sighed and pulled out his phone and started typing. "He's better than all that, Angel." You just looked up at him miserably.  -------------------------------------------- Bradley turned his phone on when he got back to his bunk after the gym on Wednesday night. He collapsed into his bed and let his mind drift to you. He was almost done with this deployment, and he couldn't wait to get back home to you and Tramp. He was going to spend the weekend glued to your side after you picked him up. And he couldn't wait to go for a walk on the beach with you and Tramp and toss a tennis ball for him.  Just then, his phone buzzed. It must have connected to the horrible wi-fi onboard. He opened an email from Jake, and all of the fuzzy thoughts in his mind turned to stone. Rooster,Something happened with your girl tonight. She's fine, I promise. But Bob and I are going to stay over at your house with her anyway. Just do me a favor, and hear her out before you do anything else.Hangman "What the fuck?" Bradley muttered, and he was immediately on his feet and heading for Phoenix's bunk. 

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ANGST. A BIG thank you to Alex for helping me with this part! @bradshawsbitch​ thanks so much!

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[fuck-customers]

This is more of a petty complaint than anything, but the issue still really annoyed me, so here I am to safely vent about it

Recently my hospital had hired on a traveling nurse, K, to work in the ER (a common occurrence). Travelers usually are only with us for about 3-6 months at a time, but we’re lucky to still form friendly type bonds with some wonderful people. Anyway, K had a hobby of making origami crafts, and they were really talented, too. During the holiday season they made a forest of pine trees in various sizes, a couple of polar bears, and stars as tree toppers. Then they carried on after that, making animals or flowers, sometimes taking requests and giving those as little gifts.

One time K made a very pretty potted plant for the ER clerks (me and my direct group of coworkers) to keep in front of the computer so that patients and visitors could see it when they came in, and so we could enjoy it. At some later point K made a skeletal hand out of blue paper, just as something to practice, and put that in the cubby area as well. The hand wasn’t super popular, kinda got moved to a corner for the most part. Though the other day I noticed it started getting put into my drawer where I have personal items (we’ve all claimed a drawer somewhere in the cubby), even though I told some of my other coworkers that it wasn’t mine/made for me.

Then last Thursday was K’s last day working with our hospital. K and I were fairly good friends, so I asked if they could make me a paper moose as a parting gift. They obliged, and gave me an adorable little paper moose, which I proudly displayed next to the paper potted plant

Friday I was telling my bestie about the moose, and wanted to show it to him. I looked behind the computers, but couldn’t find it. Thankfully had the thought to check my drawer before I could panic, and found the moose had been put in there, along with the blue hand, again. I brushed it off and took both out and then displayed the hand palm-up holding the moose. I again put this next to the paper potted plant.

Fast forward to today (Saturday). Opened my drawer to retrieve something and found the hand and moose unceremoniously dumped there once again.

Only one other coworker has been working these same days as me, B, so I know it’s them who keeps doing that. I know it’s not really a big deal, but it just bothers me that B couldn’t just tell me to move the moose, or ask me to keep it in my drawer. Especially because B and I are friends, so it’s not like they couldn’t just talk to me about it rather than dropping them into my drawer. And it doesn’t make sense because they’re fine with a paper potted plant but not a paper moose? The way our computers are set up you couldn’t even see the moose (from our angle) in the first place, and can barely see some taller leaves of the paper potted plant, so what was the issue?

Like I said I know this is a little thing, but it just really feels like a slight. It’s a little too pointed, in my opinion. And yeah, maybe I’m just being paranoid, but it’s still bothersome.

So I moved the paper potted plant down to a different drawer. If they’re gonna be petty then we can all be petty 🤷🏼‍♀️

Posted by admin Rodney.

[anniesannex]

You’re so art deco

Chapter two

Description: you are a struggling college student who needs some cash. Your friend suggests a sugar daddy but you wouldn’t do that. Right?

I’m so sorry it took a bit to get up but here’s chapter two! Also sorry abt the 1975 reference I was listening to that song. -A

“WHAT?!” Grace’s jaw dropped as she heard the news. “But I thought you didn’t want a sugar daddy.”

“I was wrong. And I’m sorry.” You heard yet another ping from your laptop.

“Is that him?” Grace looked baffled as you nodded. “What did he say?” As you looked you had seemed to find a mirror selfie. Of Johnny wearing a nice button up shirt and some slacks.

“Goddamn.” You spoke.

“Goddamn is right!” Grace exclaimed. “What do I even do with this information.”

“Please don’t tell anyone I wanna keep this lowkey.” You pleaded with Grace.

“Okay but only because I love you.” Grace started to get ready for bed herself.

“I love you too I’m gonna send him a pic back do I look cute?” You asked as she laughed.

“Yeah, totally.” She smiled as you took the picture. This was probably the happiest she had seen you since you moved in.

“Thank you so much, you’re literally the best!” You were grinning as it sent. “But we should get ready for bed.”

“I know you might be a little wired with this new sugar daddy but I’m ready to go to bed.” Grace laughed.

“Goodnight Gracie.” You pulled the covers up onto your body. “I love you.”

“Night (y/n/n). I love you too.” Grace smiled as you began to shut your eyes and drift off into sleep.

Waking up you checked your computer.

@johnC95: good morning Doll. Hope you have a good day.

@Y/n: good morning Johnny. You too. Luckily I’m off today.

@johnC95: so where do you go to school?

@y/n: UCLA.

@johnC95: oh cool, I’m not that far from there. Would you wanna do like coffee?

@y/n: sure, when would you wanna meet up?

Your heart pounded in your chest. What were you going to wear? How were you going to do your hair? What if he didn’t like you when you guys met up?

@johnC95: I’m kind of booked for the next couple days. Is Saturday okay?

You look at the calendar. Saturday was three days away. You looked to see if you were working as you typed.

@y/n: lemme check my schedule. I should be good though.

As you doubled checked you sighed in relief

“Thank god.” you said to yourself. “I’m off on a Saturday, for once.”

@johnC95: sounds good! I wanna hear your voice again so bad.

@y/n: maybe we can talk later tonight. Btw what’s your number?

@johnC95: oh I’m sorry it’s (xxx)xxx-xxxx.

You type it into your phone putting it under the contact ‘Johnny <3’. As you text the number you feel a strange sensation in you stomach, like it was being tied into knots. Why was it that you were so nervous to text him?

You decide on a quick ‘Hi it’s y/n :).’

‘Hello doll :).’

You sighed as you start to get out of bed.

‘What are you doing today?’

‘I’m not sure I might lounge around my dorm, do some coursework, just try to relax’

‘Fair enough. I really do wanna hear your lovely voice. Or even see that beautiful face (y/n).’

‘Why don’t we talk right now? Even if it isn’t for long.’

‘I’m going to be with my daughter soon and I want to make sure she’s my first priority.’

‘You have a daughter? What’s her name? How old is she?’

‘Her name is Cassie and shes 16.’

‘Okay awesome!’

‘Sorry gtg she’s here!’

You wonder what she was like. You went to your closet pulling out a baby tee that said ‘reading is sexy’ and a pair of low rise jeans. Putting on socks you lace up your black converse. Then putting on music you decided to do your hair and makeup.

“This has to be a little over kill to just go study.” You laughed to yourself as you put on mascara.

“Bitchhhhhh.” Grace yelled as she entered your dorm. “Hot psych guy wasn’t in class today. I wanna cry.”

“I’m sorry dude.” You turned to her with a frown. “Wanna grab coffee with me before I have to go to the library?”

“Sure. The local one though. On campus. It has such better coffee.”

“Obviously, it’s a local coffee shop. They’re always better.” You laughed. “But let’s go.”

You grab your stuff not forgetting your phone and headphones. Grace opened the door back up.

“Nice shirt.” Grace winked as she held the door open.

“Thanks, my friend got it for me.” You winked back. Remembering when you and her got baby tees on the boardwalk. Laughing she led the way to the shop. You held the door open for her as you guys chatted.

“Dude would you love me if I was a worm?” Grace asked, cackling.

“Are you like a talking worm or a regular one?”

“What the fuck?!” She giggled. “A talking worm! It’s so funny, like ‘help (y/n) I got turned into a talking worm!’ That’s so crazy.”

“It’s a hypothetical in a hypothetical!” You chuckled as you guys got up to the counter.

“Iced coffee oatmilk?” grace asked.

“Dude I asked I can’t let you buy it. It’s on me this time.” You tried, knowing she wouldn’t let you.

“No seriously. Dude, I love you and you deserve this.” She smiled. “Two medium iced coffees with oat milk please.”

“Fine you win, but I’m paying next time.”

“Never going to happennnn!” Graced took out her card. “Thank you so much, have a great day.”

You guys sat down and waited for your coffee as you talked about the whole sugar daddy thing.

“I’m nervous to meet him.” You admitted. “Like what if he doesn’t like me?”

“He’s gonna fucking love you!” Grace exclaimed. “Are you kidding me! You’re literally the best!”

“You’re right. I’m being silly.”

“Oh our coffee is ready!” She ran to grab them “I’ll walk you to the library. It’s a sucky walk without a friend.”

“You’re right.” You agreed as you felt your phone buzz.

‘I think can’t wait to hear your voice again.’ You smiled as you type back.

‘That is really sweet. Thank you Johnny.’

‘Cassie is gonna go out with a friend tonight. Should I come up tonight?’

‘Sure.’

“SHIT!” You yelled. “Grace. We need to go back to the dorm.”

“What’s wrong (Y/n)?” she followed you as you took a break neck pace towards your dorm building. “Stop running!”

You only stopped briefly as you texted Johnny.

‘So what were you thinking?’

‘Maybe we do dinner. How’s Italian sound?’

‘Great what time were you thinking?’

‘How abt I pick you up @ 8?’

‘Perfect!’

“WHATS GOING ON?!” Grace yelled out of breath.

“It’s happening tonight.” You stared in awe.

“What?”

“ITS HAPPENING TONIGHT!”

“Oh-then lets go!” You both started running again. As you reached your dorm you both hastily got inside. “What are you thinking about wearing? Where is it? How long until he picks you up? “

“We’re doing Italian, he’s picking me up at eight and I have no fucking clue!”

“I have an idea how about that black and pink floral dress with kitten heels, my viviennes, that heart pendant and pink floral clutch?”

“You are literally a life saver! And how about a y2k claw clip half up-half down look for my hair?!”

“Let’s do this.” You laughed as Grace pulled out the outfit while you hopped into the shower. As you showered you thought about Johnny and that feeling came back. You cursed those damned butterflies as you calmed yourself down.

Making sure that you were properly cleaned you popped on some of the 1975.

“I like my men like I like my coffee, full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody.” You sang as you put your makeup on and danced around your bathroom.

“Dude I love that song!” Grace yelled out as she pulled you out of the bathroom.

“You’re lucky I was done.” You feigned a serious look. Before cracking up.

“I’m gonna help you get ready.” You stepped into the dress as she checked your messages with Johnny.

“He said ‘I can’t wait to see how gorgeous you look when I come pick you up, doll. And you sent me the right building?’’

“Text him back ‘awww Johnny, you’re too sweet. And yes I did.’”

“Okay and sent!” Grace watched as you put in the earrings. “Don’t forget the pink claw clip! It’ll match better!”

“Thank you grace!” You fixed up your hair and did final touches to your makeup.

“Wow, (y/n/n). If Johnny doesn’t like you, I’ll be your sugar daddy.”

“Gracie!”

You heard the buzzer to be buzzed into your dorm. Looking at your phone you saw his text.

‘I’m here.’

‘Okay buzzing you up!’ As you did so. Soon enough you heard a knock at your door. Letting him in you saw that he was even more gorgeous than on the screen. His perfectly quaffed hair was about to be in silver fox territory as he had evidence of smile lines beginning to form at his eyes. He was tall and muscular. As you could see from the curves of his suit.

“You look- wow.” He stared, face full of awe.

“Thank you Johnny. You look good too.” You smiled, catching a glance at what was in his hand. “What are those?”

“Oh-” his trance had been broken, as he held them out for you. “These are for you.”

“Thank you so much! They’re beautiful!” You took the bouquet.

#johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #youre so art deco #johnny cage smut #johnny cage #sugar daddy! johnny cage #chapter two

[lofitofi]

Angelic…

Designer!Mitsuya x VSAngel!Fem!reader

Sypnosis: Mitsuya seeing you modeling as a Victoria Secret Angel. TW!: slightly suggestive, mentions of starvation, groping(if you squint).

You and Mitsuya have always been really close friends, ever since you were his muse in middle school. Parting ways after high school, you soon reconnected at a show you were modeling for. He then offered you a spot as a model for his clothing line and you happily accepted, grateful to be working with an old friend of yours.

Time: 3:54 a.m

“ugh..” Mitsuya groaned in annoyance realizing how late it was. He’s spent the whole day brainstorming a new design to spice up his store. Mitsuya Designs hasn’t been doing great lately and the lilac haired boy wanted to try something different, hoping that his brand would be alive again.

“what’s something that will have everyone talking…” Mitsuya spoke to himself, questioning what would look good on you. He’s never thought of you romantically or sexually, but the thought of you in lingerie made his face red and his pants tight. Though he’d never put you in a position that made you uncomfortable, he wondered if you’d actually want to model half-naked, recalling you as being the “daring” type. “it wouldn’t hurt to ask” he thought to himself. Time: 5:02 a.m

“shit.” Mitsuya quickly organized his desk and got into bed, checking his phone after noticing a few messages from you.

Y/n 😁

y/n: takaaaaa come by and watch my show this weekend!

*invitation pic*

there’s gonna be an after party at *famous bar in Tokyo*, I already told everyone you’d be my plus one so don’t even try to cancel on me 🤗

Mitsuya: Wow can’t believe your modeling for another brand

#fake

but yeah I’ll be there 🙄 I need some ideas for my designs anyways 😛

Mitsuya laughed at how you basically told everyone he was your date. After putting the date and address on his calendar, he fell asleep excited to see you.

Time skip: Saturday, 5:25 p.m

Mitsuya had been waiting for you to make an appearance on stage for the past 2 hours. He didn’t know much about this “Victoria Secret” brand but was surprised realizing how many people came to the show. They had Atleast 100 models styling the brands new launch of pajama sets; Mitsuya soon figured out that plaid booty shorts and thin tank tops is what’s popular at the moment. The boy found it boring, not understanding why so many people came to see girls in cheap pjs and soon fell asleep on his chair, waiting on your arrival.

Y/n’s POV

“Damn, I look hot as fuck right now. Cutting on the donuts was worth it.” You laughed, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. “Girl, aren’t donuts your fav!? How did you have the willpower to stay away from them?” Adriana (LIMA 😍), a famous model / coworker of yours asked as she fidgeted with her outfit, getting it in the perfect place. “She starved herself, duh! It’s what we all do when we’re getting ready for a fashion show” Alessandra (AMBROSIO 😘) , another fellow model and coworker of yours replied for you. “Omg, your ass looks so good today!” Elsa (HOSK 🤭) yelled as she grabbed and squeezed it in shocked and girly tone. “Girl, it was the Pilates 🤪 we should go together one dayyy” “YESSS” she replied excitingly.

“I wonder how Mitsuya is gonna react to seeing me like this.. it’s a good think I invited him” you thought to yourself and giggled softly about how this would affect your friendship with him. You started thinking of Mitsuya romantically ever since middle school, when you were his muse. You never confessed your feelings to him though, chickening out at the thought of him not liking you like that and only seeing you as a sister. Sometimes, you were glad you didn’t ask him out after noticing his type was the total opposite of you. But then again… maybe that’s why none of those girls and him worked out. 😉

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for… our Victoria Secret Angels!!!

The announcer of the show yelled, startling Mitsuya into waking him up. He rubbed his eyes only to see a girl in a skimpy low cut one piece leotard with a mesh middle, exposing her stomach, walk up to the front of the runway, causing the crowd to go wild in cheer and applause. “what the..!?” Mitsuya thought to himself as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought this Victoria Secret brand was a lame pajama store. Oh how wrong he was…

The next “angel” came out in a short lacey nighttime dress. She then bent over slightly to reveal the new line of garters and stockings they were selling. Mitsuya’s face went hot at the thought of you doing the same. The lilac haired boy was a little surprised that the store was designed to sell lingerie, but what made him shocked was the variety of the most famous models in the world! These girls were millionaires and were all in the top 100 hottest girls globally. Now is when he realized how much he underestimated you.

About 25 angels came out showing off their lingerie pieces to support the “sex in the city” inspired line. Considering there’s only 25 angels, Mitsuya contemplated how hard you have to work to be one of them.

And last but not least… y/n l/n!

Mitsuya’s heart sank as he heard the announcer call your name. The boy went wide eyed as he saw you walk out in a milk white brassiere, thong, and angel wings. The lingerie accentuated your curves and your 6-inch heels graced the floor with a clacking noise every time you took a step. Your catwalk was perfect. Your hips swayed and your toned stomach looked amazing with a Diamond belly button piercing hanging from it. Mitsuya was mesmerized by your beauty, and so was everyone else. He snapped out of his spellbound state and winced at the sound of everyone clapping and yelling. A tsk came out of the boy as the group of men sitting next to him were doing the “whistle”. Creeps. No wonder a bunch of nobodies got VIP front row tickets…

Mitsuya looked back over to you and couldn’t help but stare at your plump breasts as they jumped when you walked and how they were about to spill out of your tight corset/bra. “How can you even breathe in that!?” He thought to himself. All of this was too much for him and he was thinking of running to the bathroom to fix the problem between his legs, but he just couldn’t force himself to look away from you.

Y/n POV

As you make your way to the front of the stage, you notice Mitsuya sitting in the chair right in front of you. You can’t help but look down at him and wink when you see him in a hot and bothered state. Your hair was flowy, your makeup was flawless, and your confidence was higher than the roof at the moment. You subconsciously turned around and did a hair flip as you showed off your perky ass in a velvet thong. You glance at Mitsuya to make sure his eyes are on you the whole time and he looks like he’s about to faint on the spot. You smile at that. You walk away, butt bouncing as you turn around to face the crowd one more time and wave smiling. You know what they say, they save the best for last 💋.

Mitsuya’s POV

Mitsuya had never seen you look so… amazing before. You truly were angelic. His hard-on was painful and he was excited to see you at the after party, wondering if anything would happen. Well… atleast he now knows that you’ll model his new lingerie line next.

angelic… part 2 coming soon!

The After Party ->

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[himiabye]

The final? - Ep 1: How about my feeling?

pairing: Jaehyun x reader; Jeno x reader. / FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT// Love triangle au.?

Word count: 912

Warning: Smut; curse words. This contains mature content! So minors DO NOT INTERACT! Thank you.

note: This is an opening ep so I do not want to put anything too strong here. Just want to give you guys an overall look at the situation between Jeno, Y/n and Jaehyun.

Please leave a comment about how you think this will go on. Thank you and enjoy.

Saturday morning

knock knock knock.

You’re sitting at your coffee table in the living room, trying to finish all the work so that you can enjoy your weekend the most. You open the door without knowing who decides to bother you on Saturday morning.

“ Jeno? What are you doing here? Also, you have the key why do you knock?”

He flashes you his lovely signature smile that melts your heart and it’s also the reason why you avoided him the whole week.

“ Well, first of all, I’m your best friend so do I need a reason to see you? Also, I miss you pumpkin, I feel like you’re trying to avoid me, which is weird so I think it’s better to knock on your door than just you know, use the key like usual. I know you need your personal space, too, pumpkin.”

You immediately feel sorry for abandoning your own best friend, or should I say your crush? Yes yes, you’ve just found out recently after a “daily” party at Johnny’s house. You realize you love your childhood best friend. 

“ Oh just continue to do your work, I just want to check on you. I bought you some tulips, all colours of course. I’m gonna clean for you a little bit then make us a meal, What ya think?” 

“ Uhm Jeno thank you so much but uhm.. I’m kinda busy and ..”

“ Yes, I know. And then you’re gonna skip all your meals and even… Okay enough talking just ignore me, I do my work and you do yours”. He finishes by giving your forehead a slight kiss.

And just like that, time flew. You two have your lunch like usual but you don’t feel right today, face to face with him. Your feelings toward him have changed, and you keep thinking about whether you should tell him or not. And when you make up your mind and decide to confess to him, he breaks your heart.

“ Hey Jen, actually I did avoid you last week, I’m sorry but the reason was my feelings for you, they changed. I li…”

“ Is it your father again? Did he pressure you with your brand?”

“No. And yes, work does exhaust me but what I’m trying to tell you is…”

“ Come to Johnny’s party tomorrow night. I want you to relax and keep yourself away from all the work, it’s the weekend. I also want to introduce Jane to you.” He cut you off. again.

“ Who’s Jane? Johnny’s sister?”

“No. It’s a new girl that John introduced to me. She is a journalist”.He smiles. That smile again. He smiles while talking about her. You lose. You officially lose.

You feel like a loser. Maybe he knew what you’re about to say so he has to tell you first. 

“ Y/n? Are you listening to me?”

“ Yeah... I’m just thinking about what to wear tomorrow and I definitely not gonna waste like last time.” 

“ Bet ya”. 

That night you cried yourself to sleep. Why does he have to treat you like that? He makes you feel so special then just drop you like that. 

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Sunday night

“ Hey hey, our hot girl is here. Y/s is here guys”. Johnny rushes to the door and gives you his big bear hug while announcing. 

“ I’ve been waiting for you since the party started. You’re late pumpkin. I have something hot for you tonight you better get ready. See that fine man over there, the one with the dimples. He’s all yours tonight and maybe many nights after. That’s Jaehyun, the young and rich CEO of L.O.G Company. I showed him some of your pictures and pumpkin I have to tell you that man’s completely whipped”.

“ Oh John, you have to stop your blind date games, I’m an adult I know who is the best for me. And also I’m so busy right now with my brand and you know that.”

“ But look at his dimples”. Johnny makes a face that you know you cannot say no to him. Jaehyun is a fine man actually, he can also be a distraction to keep your mind away from Jeno. So why not give it a try? 

“ Nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun.” He flashes his dimples.

‘ Oh he’s flirting’ you think. “ Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n. Now tell me what did John babble about me to you hah? Well, let me guess. I bet I’m a workaholic perfectionist whom everyone is afraid to talk with right?”

“ Quite different from what I heard, I would say but I would love to know more about that”.

It’s weird. You’re interested in him. You totally forgot about Jeno for the past 2 hours when you “ got to know” more about Jaehyun. You succeed in keeping yourself sober tonight, but Jeno is on the other hand, totally wasted. 

“Hey Y/n it’s late, Can I drive you home?” Jaehyun asks. “ Uhmm thank you for asking but Jeno is kinda drunk here and I can not just leave him you know.”

“ Oh just let him drive you home”. Johnny appears after cleaning the kitchen. “ He has Jane, you remember?”.

Yes. Now he has Jane. “ But…”. 

“ Nah ah. no, but Y/n. Let this gentleman do his work, don’t you?”. John tries to convince you. “ Thank you so much Jaehyun. Please bring her home safely.”

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this is my own work. please do not copy or translate this story without my consent.

#jeong jaehyun #jeno lee #jaehyun smut #jeno smut #jaehyun hard hours #jeno hard hours #nct fiction #nct imagines #nct x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jeno x y/n #first post

[st4rwon]

distance

non-idol! seungmin x reader (ft. felix and jeongin)

in which seungmin is confused on why your acting strange to him

contains: f2l, fluff, miscommunication, angst, lots and lots of dialogue, yn’s a bit blind

word count: 1.8k

seungmin entered the dorm while greeting his friends, though something was wrong tonight and everyone in the room noticed it. “where’s yn?” jeongin asked. “i don’t know, she was acting really weird. she just sent me a ‘i’m busy’ text and then didn’t answer any of my other questions” seungmin said recalling the events that had happened. he was so confused about your behavior, you never would miss a saturday hangout with the boys and him. it had been an ongoing tradition for almost a year not, and for you to just not come without a valid reason made seungmin worry.

now from your perspective it wasn’t your fault you were so vague to seungmin, for you had discovered the second more horrifying thing in your existence (the first being seungmin and felix’s cooking), you had a crush on your best friend seungmin. maybe missing your weekly hangout with the boys wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but you didn’t know how you could ever face seungmin without your face turning into a tomato. of course you felt bad because you missed out on seeing all your friends (and minho was cooking, who would want to miss on that) but with your confusing feelings you didn’t know what to do. you couldn’t lose seungmin as your friend, he has been with you for years, and the chances of him liking you back were slim. a small ding coming from your phone snapped your out of your thoughts

lixie 🫢

yn is there something your not telling me 🤨

cause there is no way you didn’t show up because you were “busy”

you weren’t surprised felix had caught on, he was your second closest friend and had always been by your side when you needed it. you didn’t want him worrying about you, but also didn’t want to say too much in case one of the other boys, or even worse seungmin, saw it.

sorry lix :(( got busy with some work for one of my classes, you know how my professor can be 😭

you closed your phone and set it down on your night stand, you needed something to distract yourself, if you thought about seungmin for even a second longer your brain would explode. you walked over to your living room, grabbing some snacks in the process, and put on a show praying that thoughts of seungmin would disappear. it didn’t work.

you shuffled around on the couch before finally opening your eyes, the bright light of the sun making you immediately shut them again. it was only when you heard a knock at your door that you had finally gotten up. you opened the door and almost stumbled back for a second

“seungmin? what are you doing here so early?” you questioned “what are you talking about? it’s 12, did you just wake up?” “yeah” “i guess your professor really did give you a lot of work” he chuckled letting himself in. “so...why'd you come over?" you said, your voice sounding uneasy "you make it sound like you don't wanna see me” he said playfully “i thought we could hang out together since we didn’t yesterday!” the bright smile on his face made you feel horrible about the words that stumbled out of your mouth. “i have plans” you blurted, you couldn’t even think of what these so called plans would be, but until you sorted out your feelings you didn’t trust around seungmin, especially when the two of you were alone. “you’re busy…again?” “yeah i’m sorry min, but we can hang out together another time” you said plastering a smile on your face, but seungmin could tell it was forced, “so what are these plans you have today?” he asked, eyes locked on yours. he was hurt, and rightfully so, his best friend was being weird with him for no apparent reason, clearly lying straight to his face. “i have plans…with felix! yeah with him..” “…oh”

seungmin couldn’t wrap his mind around it, you were completely normal with him a couple days ago and now you were ditching him for felix?! seungmin had already been questioning it because of the fact that you had texted felix yesterday, but didn’t text him back. “well I guess I’ll leave you to it…” he mumbled, not even trying to hide his disappointment. you immediately picked up on it and grabbed his wrist, “hey we’ll hang out soon alright? I just needed to do something with lix today, but after that i’m all yours!” seungmin liked the sound of that ‘all his’ he smiled and gained back his composure. “okay then! you better treat me tomorrow” “yeah yeah, i will” you closed the door after he exited and sighed, what were you going to do with yourself! you felt the heat on your cheeks and the racing of your heart. you needed to figure out what to do with these stupid feelings, you needed and third person perspective on it. and that’s what led you to go to felix’s apartment.

“yn! you seemed bothered when you texted me, what’s up?” felix asked “how did you know i was bothered from a ‘can i come over text’?” you laughed “the way you wrote it was just…off” “whatever you say lixie” you said walking into the cozy living room. felix’s apartment was one of the places the brought you the most comfort, you had spent countless hours there just chatting away with felix, he was always by your side when you needed it most.

“i feel like you need a brownie to cheer you up” felix hummed “i think your secretly a mind reader” “oh no my covers been blown” he gasped. after grabbing the brownies for the two of you, he joined you on the couch and handed you the brownie. “so what’s up?” “so you know how i didn’t come to the hangout yesterday? well yeah of course you do… anyway i didn’t come because i realized something recently. i like seungmin…” you looked up at felix, and saw him laughing? “felix this is serious why are you laughing your ass off?!” “it’s just that it took you absolutely forever to realize your feelings! also i’m pretty sure all the boys caught on about this before you. your eyes literally turn into hearts when you see him-“ “okay okay i get it!” “so what’s the issue with you liking seungmin?” “what do you mean what’s the issue? we are best friends felix! it’s gonna be so awkward, i can barely hold a conversation without my heart beating like crazy” felix looked at you dead in the eyes “how are you so blind?! i didn’t wanna say it to you straight to your face, but since you are this oblivious i think i’m doing to have to, seungmin like you too idiot” “you’re not serious are you? no way he is..” “have you seen the way he looks at you?” “felix you don’t have to just say these things to make me feel better” “i mean it yn, he definitely likes you the same way you do.” “okay then, i’ll believe you…now let’s play some mario cart, i can’t come here without beating you at least once” “you wish!” felix laughed

while you were with felix, seungmin has gone back home and was now practically interrogating jeongin. “why would she go to felix’s house?” “why would i know!? can i just eat in peace?” ignoring the boys pleads he continued “you think it’s because she likes him? or worse…they’re already dating!” “seungmin your getting ahead of yourself, felix and yn are definitely just friends.” “how do you know? they could be anything…” “i wouldn’t be feeding you lies for no reason, plus i’ve heard from some top secret sources that she likes you back” seungmin’s head whipped up “you better not be joking jeongin or i’ll-“ “chill out!” the younger boy laughed “you better buy me some good dinner tonight to make up for this stupidity of yours” “ugh fine whatever” seungmin groaned while heading back up to his room. his thoughts were messy and his heart was racing, was it true did you really like him? it was as if you read his brain, a short message reading ‘are you free tmrw?’ he immediately typed back a response, not caring if he seemed too desperate. now all that he could think of is the ways he could confess.

when seungmin woke up the next day, he immediately got to work with his confession, going out and buying you flowers, getting you your favorite breakfast, he wanted it to be perfect. now he just had to pray that what jeongin told him was true.

minnie!😈

i’m gonna be over in 30

just a heads up

those were the messages that showed up on your screen as you were laying in bed. your eyes practically fall out of your head, what was going on? you had planned to talk to seungmin today after felix’s pep talk, but thought you would have a little bit of time today to think about it.

you quickly washed up and right after heard the sounds of rapid knocked on your door. “yn my hands hurt! let me in” “coming!” you walked over to the door and were surprised to see a bouquet of flowers as well as a take out box, you glanced at seungmin and saw a small smile on his face. “what’s all this for?” “ahh yn your so impatient, at least let me in first” yu excused yourself from the door and let the boy in. after he has put everything away properly and taken the food out you both sat at the table together.

“so you gonna explain what this is about yet or am i gonna have to wait until I’m done eating?” “well if it’s not obvious enough my the flowers and the fact i got your favorite breakfast, i like you” it took you a second to fully process his words, but when you did you immediately regretted the fact that you had just taken a bite of food. “woah there you okay?” seungmin said walking over to pat your back, “i’m not trying to kill my future girlfriend before we are offical” you sipped your water trying to prevent yourself from chocking any further, “are you trying to kill me?! gah how did i end up falling for you…” you mumbled “i’ll take that as you like me back” he said smiling. “congrats you got me buddy” you said sarcastically “that’s not something you say to your boyfriend” seungmin said frowning “come closer and i’ll make it up to you” he moved his body closer to your and you took the chance to place a small peck on his lips, “better now?” “hmm i’m not sure, i think you still owe me a date for all our missed time” “alright then minnie” you laughed

a/n: hope you enjoyed!

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