#don’t worry I got it today so I’ll be normal like tomorrow

[soobnny]

ten things kim seungmin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a sprinkle of angst

chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | SEUNGMIN | jeongin

one. i know i complain a lot when you reach out to grab my hand but i actually really like it. please don’t stop doing it. i guess, i just have never been used to touching anyone intimately, even if it’s just holding hands. but it feels safe when it’s with you. i didn’t know before that it was possible to have your whole world in your hand, but it feels so much like that when i’m holding yours. and for a moment, it makes me think my thoughts are closer to you. can you hear how much i love you?

two. you make me believe in forever. god—what have you done to me? i’ve always known things come to an end eventually, but knowing you and loving you has made me yearn for an eternity. i hope i make you believe in a forever too.

three. the boys told me i’ve gotten softer. i’m not quite sure what they mean, but they told me it’s because of you. i think they might be right.

four. you looked tired today, and you didn’t finish the meal i cooked for you. i know you hate being coddled when you’re upset so i don’t do it, but i wish i could do more. ah, please eat well tomorrow. i’m worried. you know you can tell me anything, right?

five. you know, i almost cried a few hours ago. it was because you started crying! i’m sorry you thought you couldn’t tell me about it, but thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. it’s gonna be okay, yeah? you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this one too.

six. i noticed something when i went out to karaoke with the boys. i think of you when i sing love songs. i didn’t notice it at first—not until hyunjin pointed out how i was smiling so much, more than i normally would. you know how i feel about my smile. then i realized it’s because i was thinking of you. i smile without thinking because of you. i’d never tell you this, ah i can already hear you teasing me but every love song is dedicated to you. they’re only ever for you.

seven. it’s so lovely to see how i’ve grown with you. i really think you’ve helped me change for the better. thanks for sticking around even when i got annoyed really easily. i didn’t think anyone could believe in me as much as you did.

eight. i hope you’ll do what makes you happy. it’s all i’ll ever ask of you.

nine. i think i need to tell you i love you more often. i don’t say it a lot, but i really do. it’s just that—my heart hurts when i say it. i think i love you too much.

ten. goodnight. i’ll smile tomorrow for you.

#k-labels #stray kids au #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids fluff #seungmin fanfic #seungmin x you #seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin fluff #skz x reader #skz reactions #stray kids drabbles #stray kids blurbs #stray kids drabble #stray kids x you #stray kids fic #stray kids oneshot #seungmin drabbles #kim seungmin blurbs

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Under the Weather

Synopsis: You’re sick. George’s sick. Someone else is probably going to get sick. It’s an interesting last race in Abu Dhabi

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: this fic is pretty vague so i’m not going to give the reader a team or teammate, we just know that she’s a driver on the grid because that’s all we really need to know

. so

. you think you caught it in vegas

. it was colder than you were used to

. you barely got any sleep

. and even though you’re around hundreds of people every race weekend, las vegas felt more packed than a normal race would be

. and you were seated next to george, who’s been feeling sick for a few days at that point, for nearly all pre-race activities

. it was probably all of these combined that gave you a sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, and persistent cough

. you knew the second you woke up thursday morning

. “it’s going to be a shitty weekend”

. the grid, however, did not know until thursday afternoon

. you came into the press conference room, bundled up in a long sleeve and hoodie, nose red with a scratchy voice

. you sit beside an amused lewis, resisting all urges to lay your head against the back of the couch and drift off

. “you okay y/n?”

. the only response he gets is a groan and small shake of the head

. “i’ll get you some tea when we’re done here love, you’ll be okay”

. lewis, who was always your favorite but now has new reasons to be favored, lets you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes while you all wait for the conference to begin

. word spreads by the end of the media day, and suddenly you have new reactions from the grid

. daniel walks through the paddock with you, never afraid of a little cough

. “lewis tells me you’ve been on your death bed over here. anything I can do?”

. he insist on giving you a hug and the recipe for chicken soup that he learned from his mum and now swears by

. max, who is afraid of a little cough, is the one who makes sure you’re not being harassed when trying to sleep

" max? who’s under the blanket-”

. “shush. she’s trying to sleep”

. “but who’s-”

. “I said shush”

. lando, a man who’s all too familiar with being clumsy, probably saves you a million times from walking into doorways, a drowsiness affect from the fever you keep insisting you don’t have

. he’ll keep a constant eye on you and hand on your shoulder as a precaution

. “let’s not go over there, that’s a wall”

. “y/n!”

. “mhm?” you’d say, eyes half closed with tiredness

. “that’s a door love, jeez, we should put a bell on you”

. carlos and charles, drivers who’ve had loads of experience taking care of sick younger siblings, make a team effort of ensuring you’re doing your best to get better

. “did you drink the water bottle I gave you?”

. “no”

. “did you drink anything today?”

. “no”

. “oh mon dieu you’re going to kill yourself like this”

. “just try to eat this okay? i know you’re not hungry amiga, but we have a race tomorrow, you need to eat something”

. “i got you more medicine, this one says it should take care of the cough and sneeze so you won’t have to worry about it during the race”

. and then there’s george, your sick partner in crime

. you two make a habit of trapping yourselves in one of your driver’s room

. half to prevent the sickness from spreading further, half to just be left alone

. you guys complain a lot

. take turns choosing movies to watch to pass the time

. reminding the other to take medicine, even though there’s a good chance that person probably hasn’t taken any medicine either

. and passing a bag of cough drops between each other

. as a teammate and friend, lewis tries to talk you two out of racing

. but neither budge

. you get into your car, nose still red and voice still scratchy

. and power through the race, just as you’d been taught to do

. george gets a podium and you get a good points finish, the best results you could’ve asked for considering the conditions

. and stumble out of your car once more, looking for a tissue and that chicken soup recipe

. you get checked on by multiple drivers, though the only response you’re able to give is a nod and thumbs up

. lewis accompanies you on your flight back home, and tries to help as much as you let him

. he feels a bit victorious when you say you wished you’d listen to him and not raced

. but the feeling is instantly replaced with sympathy for his friend, so he just nods and tells you to get some more rest

. after making sure you’re safe at home and surrounded by family and friends that swear on their hearts to take care of you, lewis leaves with congratulations on your season finish and wishes to get better

. you’re fine within a few days, you name the cause of your sickness “end of season fatiague” and ensure the drivers you made a full recovery by wednesday night

. so yeah

. it’s not fun at all to drive while you’re sick

. but it’s a bit easier when you have your friends looking out for you

short little f1 grid sick fic. let’s hope I didn’t just manifest myself a cold

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #sicfic #sick reader #no graphic sick symptoms #just common cold type stuff #reader x f1 driver #f1 x you #female f1 driver

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 21 – prompt 21: Skele-gro – word count 729

Skele-gro - Regrows missing bones

“How long do I have? Please, I need to tell my friends goodbye!”

“Oh, stop fussing, Mr Potter, you won’t be dying today, I assure you!”

 Remus chuckled as Madame Pomfrey’s exasperated voice rose form behind the curtain. He knew Poppy, and the more she talked, the better the news. It was when she silently went to work on whatever wounds she had to deal with that you needed to worry, and he knew that better than anyone else. To be honest, he had worried when James had plummeted from his broom to the ground during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match earlier. Marlene had aimed a bludger at the Slytherin seeker, but Regulus Black had dodged it at the last second while James, who had been right behind him, had been hit at full force. They had immediately taken him to the Hospital Wing, him and Peter levitating him as carefully as they could while Sirius held his left hand as James moaned he didn’t feel his right arm anymore and Marlene followed, apologising every few steps.

The curtain was abruptly moved back, revealing the bed where James laid in his pyjamas, his right arm bandaged and secured around his neck.

“Now stay down, Mr Potter,” Madame Pomfrey said. “You can stay with your friends for a while, before they have to leave but don’t you dare get up, alright?”

The others immediately gathered around the bed, while Remus moved to the nurse’s side.

“How is he?” he asked.

“Rarely seen such a bad fracture,” she shook her head. “I had to vanish the bone and give him Skele-gro to have it regrow from scratch, so he’ll have to stay overnight. But he should be fine tomorrow morning, even if he looks about to make his will right now.”

Remus looked back at the bed, where James was slowly patting Marlene on the head as she apologised once again.

“I forgive you, McKinnon, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said slowly. “You can have my position as Captain when I’m gone. If you want to amend, you can name the first son you and Dorcas will have after me.”

“You’ll be alright, Prongs, we’ve seen worse,” Peter shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“Et tu, Peter?” James moaned. “I lay dying and you betray me like this, trying to make me believe I’ll be back again on my broom, my only reason to live?”

“I thought I was your only reason to live!” Sirius exclaimed from where he was kneeling by the bed, James’s left hand clutched in his.

“Padfoot, my brother,” James sighed, turning to look at Sirius. “Take care of my parents for me, will you? You’ll be the only one they’ll have left.”

“I promise, Prongs, on my life,” Sirius said solemnly.

“Are you sure you’re his boyfriend and not Mr Potter?” Madame Pomfrey asked in a puzzled tone.

Remus just chuckled and joined the others at James’s bedside. As he settled by his side, he felt Sirius lean into him, his tense body relax slightly as the tension of the accident waned.

“You’d better sleep now, Prongs,” he smiled. “Skele-gro isn’t fun, you’d better have some rest while you can.”

“And spend the night here all on my own? On my deathbed?”

“It’s not your deathbed, Prongs” Peter rolled his eyes. “Cheer up, we still managed to beat Slytherin despite your accident!”

“Speaking of,” Remus looked at James. “How did that happen? Baby Black managed to dodge Marlene’s bludger, and you’re normally fast as well yet you got hit.”

James muttered something as his cheeks got red. Remus felt Sirius tense again by his side and he passed an arm around his boyfriend, letting his fingers massage his shoulder while Sirius leaned even more into him.

“What was that?” Peter smirked.

James muttered again, not looking up from his bedsheets, but Marlene shook her head.

“He got distracted looking at baby Black,” she snorted. “It’s been like this the whole match.”

James got even redder and managed to look up from the bed to Sirius, who hid his face in Remus’s shoulder.

“I told you he was walking into walls way more often than usual, baby” Remus chuckled.

“This is not fair, Moony,” Sirius whined. “Is no one straight here anymore?”

“No, thank goodness,” Remus answered, kissing his boyfriend’s hair.

#the is no one straight here anymore is literally me and my friends #also I missed James being SO dramatic when he's not feeling good #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #marauders #marauders era #james potter #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #the marauders #the marauders era #jegulus #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

[apocalypseyoshia]

Platonic yandere (aged up) father Giorno Giovanna

My father wasn’t normal father , not in the sense that he was hurting me but he just acts odd

“No don’t go out today”

“Why do you want to go to school I’ll got you the best tutors”

“Don’t go farther than the garden”

It was odd my friend’s father’s never that clingy or strict, but even so none of my friends have what I have, a lavish garden a giant bedroom beautiful clothes and a father with am amazing fashion taste and a amazing aunt who is a Famous singer and a badass uncle, who honestly needs to take a shower more often, but even tho they felt like family they weren’t biologically related to us, and my dad never wanted to talk about my mom, there is another person a blond man with anger issues he try’s to control them but it’s not that hard to notice he sometimes helps me with my math homework, but he always looks sad about it. my dad doesn’t really trust him to be with me for to long but I like him he’s nice

Today was a boring day my dad was working like always but normally I would be in the garden or doing something fun but everyone was busy with something actually now that I think about it it’s always around this time every year that everyone is busy uncle Mista, aunt Trish, even uncle fugo every year on this week it was always like this every one was on edge and it would make the atmosphere weird but I decided to test my luck today

Slowly walking up to my dads office Felt weird it felt like I was walking to my own execution but that wasn’t the weird part the weird part is I felt people other people in my dad’s vicinity which wouldn’t be odd if it was a normal week but it wasn’t a normal week it was the week

No one disturbed him for unnecessary stuff during that week unless they wanted a death sentence

I open the door quietly and look at my father hunched over his desk a small phone in his hand he looks up at he and puts the photo down

“padre can we talk?”

“Yes La mia piccola rosa what is it”

“Can i go out to the garden some of my friends might be outside so you won’t have to worry about me”

“No”

“But-”

“No.”

He never raised his voice but he was Stern with his answer

“I understand” I say trying not to let any emotion get through

“Maybe after tomorrow when I’m free” he never liked seeing me sad but he doesn’t want to be away from me

“Okay” I never liked how clingy he was with me but we have a good relationship partially because of it

I shiver slightly and he notices

“Are you alright La mia piccola rosa?”

“Yeah it’s just chilly, do you have the AC on?” he looks at me confused

“No and all the windows are closed” i look around to see he’s right

“Are you coming down with something?” He sounded worried that was never a good thing

“It’s nothing”

“You sure”

“Yes dad I’m sure”

“Well just in case stay in bed today and don’t turn the AC on, ok”

“Okay dad” i move and grab the door handle

He smile’s and nod’s his head “alright love you La mia piccola rosa”

“Love you too” I leave his office and closing the door behind me i don’t really feel like I won but at the sometime I didn’t feel like I lost i still got to go outside but it was under my dad’s supervision i know he wants me to have a good childhood one he could not have but he also wants me to stay close and look over me 24/7

I keep walking till I make it to my room and I feel that chill run down my back again after I got in I thought nothing of it until I got into bed and heard someone actually more then one person

“That stubborn Stronzo”

“Don’t call him that Leone especially in front of his kid”

“Oh it’s not even like his kid can hear us”

“They might not be able to hear us but even so that type of language should be used around a kid, have you forgotten narancia is here with us”

“Yeah what about me!”

The gruff tired voice just sighed and sounded defeated and answered back the nicer person’s voice “fine I’m sorry Bucciarati.“

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to”

“Fine. I’m sorry Narancia”

Slowly the voices started fading out but I couldn’t get one person’s voice out of my head the man with the soft voice he sounded so gentle and kind and I couldn’t forget his name Bucciarati, it felt like I knew that name before like someone talked about him before but I couldn’t place my finger on it

I decided to not do anything about it for now, maybe I could ask dad about it at dinner if him and aunt Trish and uncle Mista hell even maybe even fugo will be there, so one of them has to know that name, maybe it was a colleague they mentioned in passing and that’s why I remember it or maybe it was a friend?

I slowly getting to bed and start to fall asleep since when was I tired

I slowly wake up except I couldn’t move and there was something above me a humanoid-like body with robotic and inexpressive and lack proper mouth and it has a mask on I can’t tell if it’s a mask or it’s it’s the face but it looks like a goat skull with black roses on one half of it

It was just staring at me till I heard a knock on the door and I actually woke up

I sprint up out of my bed to see aunt Trish looking at me a little surprised and worried 

“Hay you alright”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

“Alright, do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s nothing, please don’t tell dad”

“I won’t just this one time.”

“Thank you auntie Trish!” she smiled at me

“Okay get ready and get down we’re all waiting for you” I nod and she closes the door as I get up and get into some proper clothing and quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before running downstairs

“Sorry, sorry I’m late”

“Don’t worry about it just try not to be late again”

“I won’t, I just over slept” i say as I hug him then stepped away from him and started to greeting them

“You push them to much Giorno” uncle Mista laughed he hugged me and patted my back firmly“you should just let them be a kid, you know go soft on them” I pulled back and looked at my dad who was shaking his head

“Don’t listen to him structure is good for a kid, it’s how you turn them in to good adults” fugo continues but uncle Mista cuts him off

“so what now you want them to grow up and leave us i knew you where heartless fugo but still why would you say they want to leave”

“I never said that” fugo yells back

“you didn’t have to it was implied!” Uncle Mista let’s go of me and start’s pointing his finger at fugo

“You can’t even spell implied! And don’t point your finger at me!” He was really trying to hold back

“Yes i can!”

“Then spell it”

“I-M-P-L-E-D” after uncle Mista said that fugo looked like he was going to explode

“You forgot the I, what did you not make it past Grade school” before the fight could get any worse aunt Trish grabs them by both of they’re ears

“Will you two stop it! You shouldn’t be fighting this week you both know that and you shouldn’t be fighting in front of the Don’s kid” uncle Mista and fugo both looked in pain “say sorry” she doesn’t look like she’s joking around

“Sorry”

”Sorry”

she finally let’s them go and pat’s the top of my head as my dad laugh’s at their antics and we walked to the diner table as the maids started putting out the food

The conversation went as expected with a question for me even now and again

“How are cello lessons going?”

“Good my teacher says I’m improving really fast” I say quick trying to brush past any conversation that has to include me

“Probably because this is your fifth installment”I should have known better

“Yeah, who knows maybe your dad will finally decide to put you in sports related activities” as soon as uncle Mista said that I got hopeful

“No.” He says sternly as he takes another sip of his wine. Yet again I should have known better

The conversation quickly change’s but I was getting antsy and I think dad could tell as I started to tap my foot up and down

“If something is bothering you please say it” dad said as he cut into a piece of his steak

“Dad did you have a Business partner called Bucciarati?” right as I asked that I regretted it i might not have been the most understanding person when it comes to reading a room but I understood that the atmosphere change was the minute I ordered that name

.

.

. someone anyone of those of God say something

“how do you know that name!,who-!” “mista enough”his voice it was different he didn’t raise it but it left no room for an argument



“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep” i don’t want to sleep i want to know what’s happening i was frozen i deeply wanted to know but I had never went against his words

.

.

“No”

“I’m sorry what.”

“No, I don’t want to, I want answers”

“Your not getting any anytime soon, now go to your room and go to sleep”

“But i-”

“NO!”.

.

. he yelled he never yells, he calmed down a little he just looked at me I got up and left to my room

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The clock , I can’t sleep because of it, no it’s not that I know it’s not because of that, it was dad and uncle mista and aunt Trish and fugo how they reacted

I was already in bed by now it was around 12:57 I went to bed around 11:43 they were probably done talking about it but I wanted to know even if I was being nosy and I wasn’t supposed to

I quietly got out of bed and started walking down to dad’s office making carful not to make a sound I looked through the keyhole and press my ear towards the door making sure not to make a sound

“Maybe someone told them?” Uncle mista said 

“Who would be stupid enough to make that mistake,who here even knows about him?!” Fugo Retaliated back

“Did one of us let it slip?”

“definitely not” they all turned towards dad, I have noticed something they all had creatures like mine they were very vague and the image of the most fuzzy they were they’re standing behind them

“How could you be so sure,giorno?”

“because no one here has ever met him, we don’t keep anything of his here, in the few people that talked about him well they won’t be talking for a long time, and we’re always careful with the subject”

Uncle mista had a bunch of bullet people there were six of them floating around, and they had something written on their heads, I couldn’t tell what it was but I know it was something maybe a letter or number?



aunt Trish had some sort of girl humanoid looking thing, with green eyes and more weird signs on their head, is that a is that a multiplication sign?

Fugo was probably the hardest to tell now because it wasn’t clear because it wasn’t fully developed there what’s even the word for this but it was purple covered in smoke and for god’s sake was it drooling did the damn thing have no manners

“ugh” before I could stop myself I’d lead out of disgusted sound and immediately covered my mouth

it was too late they had heard me they rushed to the door opening it I had fallen back a bit as they rushed to the door

“Oh my god!”

“dad, before you say anything I am so so sorry I did not mean to interrupt I was just curious, I know that I should’ve listen but I promise I will never-”

“Trish call 911!” I had looked at them confused and then looked where they were huddling to see my body but I was right here.

how can I?

what just?

I looked up at dad as he was looking down on my body he had one of those weird people things to his was less human? It looked more mechanical, it had a golden energy flowing through it, and it was holding onto my body.

“Dad?”

“How are you here?” I hear horrified voice ask Ask behind me to see a man a of above-average height with a slim build. He has black chin-length hair with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead. His hair is adorned with a braid going along the top of his head and a hair clip surmounted on each side of his bangs.

“Who are you?”

#Spotify #yandere jjba #jjba #jjba x reader #platonic #platonic yandere Jjba #yandere golden wind #yandere giorno giovanna x reader #platonic yandere #non binary reader

[ilexdiapason]

(part one here) (part three here)

(CW: character experiences a severe derealization episode)

“D’you want me to order pizza?” Oli asks, somewhat redundantly, because Martyn is twenty-two (according to the police report) and a gamer, of course he’s not gonna turn down free pizza.

“Oh, god, yeah,” says Martyn. And, a second later - “Please.”

He fires up the Domino’s website obediently, pulls up the deals and picks one that’ll leave him some leftovers for when Martyn’s long gone tomorrow. Meateor for himself, as usual, and then he spins the laptop round on his knees to present Martyn with the options. “What are you having?”

Martyn stares at the screen, unblinking, for a few too many seconds.

“... Something wrong?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, no, just. Um. Been a while.”

“D’you just want a margherita, then? Keep it easy?”

“No, I don’t - I was -” he grimaces, shakes his head roughly, and thumbs at the fabric of his shirt where the tea stain sits “- trying to remember what I liked.”

“Vegetarian?”

“No,” Martyn responds immediately.

“Olives? Mushrooms?”

“I’m not picky -”

“Pineapple on pizza?”

Martyn snorts. “Okay, yeah, I don’t much like pineapple on anything, I’ll give you that.”

“But as a concept.”

“No problem with it.”

“Then, Marty, my friend, you’ve lost the plot.”

He sits another moment, deliberating. Then - “Sweetcorn.”

“Yeah?”

“I like sweetcorn on pizza.”

“Alright,” says Oli, and spins the laptop round again to check the options. “Vegi Supreme or Chicken Feast?”

“I’ll take the chicken,” Martyn says, resolute.

Oli sends the order through, with potato wedges on the side, because it’s his money and he’s gonna pick the extra items for the deal. Then, once the little order tracker with the fake AI has popped up and started telling him stupid jokes to amuse him for the next 25 minutes or so, he turns back to look at Martyn. “Can I ask something?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ask what?”

“And you don’t need to tell me if it’s, like, personal or whatever, just… what were you eating? If you haven’t seen pizza in however long?”

Martyn makes a face. “Whatever, honestly. It wasn’t a big worry for me - I mean, not like I could - yeah, it was just whatever. Not dead yet, so I’m clearly not malnourished.”

Oli cocks his head. “Whatever like whatever you were given, or whatever like you were scavenging?”

“Like - uh - like - I mean, I wouldn’t say scavenging, that’s - like whatever I could find? I know I’m not explaining this very clearly, it’s -”

“No, no, I said you didn’t need to tell me! Don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.” (It’s not like Oli doesn’t want to know, but he doesn’t need to know if it’s going to make Martyn uncomfortable to explain it.)

“Anyway. It wasn’t bad, it was just… y’know how Covid makes it so you can’t taste anything? Little bit like that.”

“Original Covid did. I don’t know about all the new variants.”

“Ah, yeah, heard about those! Did they ever run out of Greek letters?”

“Don’t think so, thank goodness.”

“Yeah,” Martyn nods.

Beside Oli, the little Domino’s robot lets him know that their pizzas are now going in the oven.

It feels odd, to be sitting here on the sofa, taking an extended lunch break with somebody who he’s only known from Minecraft servers and scratchy in-game prox chat. It feels odd to know that he’s doing hospitality for a man six or seven years younger than him, a friend who’s never answered out-of-character about himself before today. It feels odd to know that he’s actually looking at the real Martyn - not some rat, not some pirate, just… some guy.

Oli swallows and steels himself for what he’s about to say. “Erm - again. Don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But… besides this whole Doc thing, what was your life like? Your normal life?”

Martyn’s expression flips into something unreadable for a second, then mellows again into neutrality. “Yeah, uh - nothing special, really. Born and raised in Nottingham, did alright at school, got the grades for uni but I ended up deferring. I was trying to get a job in my gap year but I didn’t really wanna end up behind the counter at GAME or McDonald’s or anything, and nowhere else ever got back to my applications, so… spent a lot of time at home, playing video games. No girlfriend, no mates who really stuck after college; not much worth writing home about. I wasn’t much of anything, really, not then.”

Oli is, he decides, going to ignore the implications of that comment. “Family?”

“Mum, dad, sister who’s been moved out for a few years. Dog. Oh, I hope he’s still alive, that’d suck if I never see my dog again.”

“Fingers crossed,” says Oli.

“What about you? What’s the home life of OrionSound like, when he’s not at the computer?”

“Oh, Marty, my entire life is at the computer,” he quips. “I work in software development. I actually did my degree in psychology, but you’d be surprised, there’s not a lot of room in the market unless you’ve done a load of other certifications as well. I guess I could have got a therapy licence, but as it turned out, I’d spent enough time in first year making terrible visual novels that by the time I got into the workforce I technically knew how to code. AI snapping at our heels now, of course, but it’s probably gonna eat itself by Christmas, so I’m not too worried about that.”

“I dunno,” says Martyn, “I’ve seen some pretty advanced AI.”

“So, yeah. I spent a few years freelancing, contracting for one place or another - I’m quick, which people seem to like, although that’s mostly so I can get back to gaming as soon as possible. And then… like two and a bit years ago? Yeah, would’ve been two years this past July… then I got a really nice position at CHESTCorp, it’s mostly remote work, I drive down to London every few months so they can “review my performance in a controlled environment”, whatever that means, and they pay well enough that I can afford this place on my own, which is -”

Oli stops talking when he notices Martyn’s face has gone white as a sheet.

“What’s wrong?”

“I knew it,” Martyn murmurs.

“What?”

“I knew it,” he says again, stronger, “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, I knew you - I thought - he told me this would happen, I’ve seen it happen, I should’ve just learned from my mistakes the fucking first time, but clearly I’m stupid.”

“Marty, what are you -”

“Didn’t wanna believe this shit could follow me out here, but evidently it - oh. Oh, no, no, you fucking - it’s not over, is it? I’m still - that’s why nobody picked up the phone, it wasn’t real, you couldn’t synthesise my mother’s voice, I’d know! You’re CHEST, of course you’re CHEST, the one person I thought - I mean, I hoped - you’re fucking cruel, is what this is, it’s cruel, and you’re not fooling me twice. Don’t know how you got the food this realistic, but -”

“Martyn,” Oli tries to interrupt, “are you okay?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Martyn says through gritted teeth. “You’ve given the game away now, CHEST agent. Should’ve known it wasn’t real. Should’ve known I couldn’t get out that easy. Or you caught up before I got out, one of you fuckers, planted something, or - I don’t know, made me think I was finally out of this stupid place. Made me think it was fine so I’d start giving up secrets. Well, you’re not getting another word out of me, you fucking idiot. Some interrogation room you’ve got here, huh? This your best simulation? Get a better model for your TV, I’ll tell you that for free, the reflection’s too smooth.”

Well. Er. “Martyn,” he tries again, “I think you might be having a flashback?”

“Nothing back about it, you bastard. Giving me false hope like that. Thank god I don’t actually know Doc’s name, or you’d have been able to track him too, wouldn’t you? Fuck you. Don’t ever bring my family into this again, any of you.”

“Okay,” Oli says slowly, rifling through his psychology knowledge for grounding techniques, “you think this isn’t real, right now?”

“I know it isn’t real,” Martyn spits, “and it’s getting worse the more I’m poking at it. See, look -” he stomps a foot at the floor “- you’re losing resolution trying to keep it running.”

The carpet, which has not changed and is certainly not lower resolution than it was when they got here, endures being scuffed at. Oli doesn’t want to actually lay a hand on Martyn right now, though; he’s got a bad feeling that’ll end in something much worse than being kicked. Instead he dips into the kitchen across the room, pops an ice cube out of the tray faster than he’s ever needed to, and brings it back over to the sofa. “Here,” he says, chucking it at Martyn’s lap, “that real enough for you?”

Martyn catches the projectile reflexively. He stills, silent, both hands cupped around the ice cube, staying in the air.

Then, gradually, his eyes unfocused… his arms lower.

He opens them and stares down at the piece of ice in his palm, and, slowly and almost imperceptibly, begins to rock forward.

The Domino’s tracker chimes again. Their food has finished cooking, and it’s being delivered by Amal. Oli almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of it.

Whatever Martyn’s running from, it must go a lot deeper than he thought.

(part five here)

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Maybe Kurapika goes out drinking at one point alone after a failed mission, his thoughts wander to you as he’s beating himself up. At like 1am you get a phone call from him, slurring his words and asking you to pick him up because the bartender just cut him off.

He’s apologetic, and stumbling, but instead of scolding him you’re worriedly trying to help him into your car so he can sleep on your couch. He’s rambling about all kinds of shit but mostly how much he likes you, how he wants to live long enough to have a normal life by your side, etc.

You set him on your bed instead so he can be comfier while you take the couch, but when you go to leave he’s clinging onto you and begging you to stay so you do. And oh boy is he a clingy cuddler when he’s drunk. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest (he’s pleasantly surprised to find you went braless- but in reality you rushed out in your pjs because your first priority was his safety.)

He’s passed out on you, snoring softly as you run your hands through his hair and kiss him on the forehead. He knows he’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to feel you close.

(I want to add more but i have to go)

warning: gets a little spicy near the end, Kurapika makes you feel good after you take care of him, also mentions of vomit because of his hangover

Kurapika sighed into his third shot of the night, leaning against the bar.

This was his third failed mission that month, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding of his clan’s eyes. If he hadn’t been so stupid, the bastard wouldn’t have been able to escape. Now it would be even harder to catch the man off guard to steal back the eyes.

Kurapika downed the shot and ordered the next, already feeling a familiar warmth in his belly. He didn’t usually use alcohol to numb his sorrows, but today had been difficult.

‘Fucking idiot. Can’t even do one thing right. If you can’t even avenge your clan, how will you ever be able to tell her you love her?’

He bit his lip so hard it bled. Kurapika swiped the blood away, sneering at his own weakness.

It was only after his sixth shot that he was told he’d been cut off.

“Hey man, you’re barely able to hold yourself up, you’ve had enough for the night.”

The barkeeper was kind enough to escort him outside, giving him a cup of water to sip on. “You should call someone to pick you up.”

Kurapika huffed and set his water to the side, pulling out his phone.

He didn’t have many contacts, mostly because he didn’t have many friends to call. He could text Leorio, but he knew he was taking a test tomorrow and would need his sleep. Melody wasn’t in town, and the only contact left in his list was…

You.

He blinked, pressing a clumsy finger to your contact and looking at your smiling face for a second before he pressed call.

You were sound asleep, cuddled up under your blankets when you heard the sound of Kurapika’s ringtone from your nightstand.

It was strange, he never called you so late at night, so you knew it had to be serious. You sit up and bed and answer his call, already worried.

“Kurapika? What’s up?” He can hear the worry in your voice, wincing slightly.

The line is silent for a moment, only hearing the sound of him breathing softly.

“Did I wake you up?”

His speech is slurred, you notice. “I was only dozing. Are you okay?”

“I… can… can you come pick me up?”

You push yourself out of your bed, already slipping on a pair of pajama pants and jacket. “Yes, of course. Did something happen?”

He’s a bit too embarrassed to admit that he’s so drunk that it’s hard to concentrate on talking, but he knows it’s probably obvious.

“Drank too much, they just cut me off.”

You frown, already out the door and unlocking your car. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Don’t move, okay?”

He couldn’t even if he tried.

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You pull up to the bar Kurapika frequented, parking before sprinting over the hunched over form of your friend. When you reach his side, he looks up with pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“Sorry to bother you so late…”

You push back his hair, cupping his cheek to get a good look at him. There’s bags under his eyes, and as he leans against you, you can smell booze on his breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. Let’s get you home, okay?”

Getting him to the car would be a challenge, but nothing you couldn’t do. He clung to you the entire way, his hands holding onto you like you were a lifeline. Through his stumbling and tripping, you hold him tight, never once complaining when he steps on your feet or leans all of his weight against you.

“Sorry… I…”

His hands grip the fabric of your shirt. “The mission… went bad. I’m just so fucking mad… I want to be done with all of it. All of it.”

He leans into your touch, signing against your neck. “You’re so sweet. So sweet to someone so selfish like me. I’m so sorry. Sorry I’m never here, you’re always there when I need you.”

You help him into your car, buckling him in. As you reach over to click the buckle into place, he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I just… I just need you so much. When you’re not with me it hurts so much. When I’m gone it’s hard to focus… without thinking about you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, looking up to see him staring down at you with those intense red eyes. He cups your cheek, the gesture filled with love and longing.

“I just… just love you so much. So much. I… I wanna be with you forever. Live together. I wanna live long enough that… that…”

His eyes start to fill with tears, the feeling of them dropping onto your cheeks making you instinctually reach up and wipe them away.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright. We’ve gotta get home, sweetheart.”

He lets you go, watching as you climb into the drivers seat. His hand immediately drifts to your thigh, holding onto it as you drive home like if he didn’t, you’d disappear.

You had planned on just putting him on the couch, but your bed would be much more comfortable and closer to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up.

As you once again looped your arm with his, he leaned against you again, this time sighing in contentment as he sniffed your hair. You tried not to laugh, the sniff was so loud.

“Smell so good… like home.”

That made you blush. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

You unlock the door to your home, helping the stumbling man to you room and laying him down. He mumbles something about you looking cute as you grab a pillow and throw blanket and start to leave.

“No!”

You stop when you feel him pull you back by your waist. You can feel his tears soaking the back of your shirt as he blubbers and cries.

“P… please. Stay with me, I can’t be alone. Not right now.”

This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Kurapika. He usually preferred to be alone. After all, it was easier to keep people at a distance if you yourself were distant, but that didn’t apply to you. Especially right now.

You relent, turning around so you were facing him. “Okay, shh. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

You climb into bed, his hands never leaving you. Once you’re finally next to him, he pulls you close and cuddles into your chest with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. Even when he’s drunk, his grip is strong. You wouldn’t be leaving the bed tonight, even if you wanted to.

As he buries his face into your boobs, he lets out a hum. You’re not wearing a bra, and god you’re so soft.

“So soft… wanna stay like this forever…”

You had rushed out the door so quickly you hadn’t bothered on throwing on a bra, now embarrassed at how content he looked between your boobs. His hands were all over you, cupping your boobs before drifting to your butt, squeezing it.

After he finished copping a feel, YOU could feel him harden against you, the man whining out. “Wanna… wanna feel you. Can…”

You interrupt him by placing his hands back on your waist, gentle but firm.

“No, you’re drunk. Not now.”

He looked up at you sleepily, his face too cute. “Does that mean… we can later?”

You blush but nod, brushing his hair out of his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

His lips brush against your shoulder before he rests against your boobs again.

“Promise.”

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his tears drying up replaced with a wistful smile. It’s the first time in years he’s been able to sleep so soundly.

You sigh, running a finger through his hair. It’s stringy, with dead ends. He hadn’t been taking care of himself again. You knew you’d have to talk about that in the morning, along with…

Your heart races as you think about his words. He loves you? You of all people? There truly wasn’t anything special about you. You were a plain girl that had just been lucky enough to meet him and the others during the Hunter exam.

As you look at the alarm clock, you realize you’ll have to cancel the plans you made with Gon and Killua tomorrow to take care of Kurapika in the morning. He didn’t drink often, but when he did he’d be sick for at least a day. He didn’t tolerate alcohol well, at least according to Leorio.

You find sleep soon after you text Killua that you don’t be able to make it tomorrow.

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You wake up to the sound of someone emptying their guts in your bathroom. Although sleepy, you jump up and rush in, quickly pulling back Kurapika’s hair as he vomited up all of his stomach contents.

“Sorry… sorry you have to see me like-“

He was interrupted by another round of vomiting, coughing into the toilet.

“Like this…”

When he could only dry heave, you pulled his hair into a ponytail and flushed the toilet, sitting him down on the toilet lid. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You leave and grab a bottle of water, some Pepto-Bismol, and a wet rag.

After giving him his medicine and wiping the remaining throw up from his mouth, you let him take a few sips of water, scolding him when he gulped it down too fast.

“Slow down, you’re gonna throw up again.”

“… sorry…”

You frown. He was apologizing a lot and refusing to make eye contact. “Don’t apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

He finally met your eye, his face flushed. From a fever, or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.

“But… I made you come get me in the middle of the night, and… and said a lot of stuff… and now you have to take c-“

You shush him by pulling his face into your chest, patting his pack soothingly.

“You aren’t and will never be a bother to me. I don’t care if you’re just lonely, I will ALWAYS come to get you. You’re important to me I…”

She pulled away, cupping his cheek.

“I love you too.”

He barely held himself back from kissing you, knowing he probably tasted like vomit, but held you close to him. “I love you so much. So so much. I’ll do better, be so much better. All for you.”

“I know, I know. Shh, let’s get you back in bed. I’ll make some soup, okay?”

You kiss his forehead and lay him back in bed to rest. Even though he was nauseous, Kurapika had never felt happier. His heart was soaring, beating against his chest so hard he thought it would break through his ribs.

Your kindness knew no bounds. As you spoon fed him soup, he couldn’t help but pull you into his lap. All he wanted was to hold you. You were his now, after all. Can’t he hold you all he wants?

“Kurapika!” you giggle out, slipping from his arms to set down his soup.

“Mmm… still no bra, huh?”

This causes you to pause. You can feel his hands slipping under your shirt to cup your boobs, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

“H-hey!”

He tilts his head. “I’m not drunk anymore, you know. Promised I could touch you later…”

He pulls up your shirt, your nipples instantly hardening under the cool air. “Sweetheart, I have to-“

He silences you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out. His other hand slips into your panties, instantly rubbing circles into your clit.

“Always taking care of me. Why don’t you let me make you feel good, hmm?”

His touch is like magic, making you come undone on his fingers much quicker than you could ever do for yourself. It’s a bit embarrassing how fast you cum, but he doesn’t mind.

Kurapika licks up your juices and pulls you in for a kiss.

“My sweet girl. I promise I will never stop loving you. I’m yours, forever and ever.”

And you know he’s not lying, when he looks at you with those pretty red eyes. You know he loves you, more than anything.

And you love him too.

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Do you want to play a game? (Pedri x Reader)

**Hi! I got another Pedri request. I don't normally need warnings but I thought I would let you know there are a few quick mentions of anxiety. It's not much but if that is something you don't feel ok reading for whatever reason, you can skip this one 😊 Also, I read the title in the Ghostface voice because of Scream 5. You might want to try it. Anyways, enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 2086

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"You are coming to the match tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, hello Ansu. How are you? Me? Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking".

"Are you coming or not? I need to sort out the invitations".

"I am", you said, rolling your eyes. You liked football but not that much. But Ansu was obsessed with you attending all the home matches lately and meeting his teammates.

And the reason for that was he knew one of his best friends in the team, Pedri, had been crushing on you for a while. He wouldn't admit it at first but…well, it really was that obvious.

"She'll be at the match".

"Who?"

"Come on, Pedri. You know who. And I'll convince her to come to your place after the match".

It was Pedri's turn to host a little gathering with some of the boys after the match and Ansu was trying to think of ways to leave you two alone at some point.

He knew you liked Pedri too, even if you had denied it. But he knew you well and also would never push you to be with a guy you didn't at least find attractive.

What Ansu didn't tell any of you was that your ticket was for the seat next to Pedri's. He still couldn't play because of his injury, so he had to watch the match from the stands.

"Hi. There must be a mistake. Don't you have to sit with the other injured players? Why am I here?"

Pedri had an idea why. "I didn't want to be there today. Too many cameras and all that".

"Right. Well…".

“I could find you another seat or…”.

“No, it’s fine”, you said, trying not to blush at the prospect of spending two hours sitting down next to him. "I'm ok sitting here with you".

But the match went by pretty quickly. How could it not when your best friend scored two early goals that had you jumping from your seat? And that also meant you and Pedri found an easy first topic to talk about. You always felt weird when Ansu left you alone with his teammates. The only one you’ve known for a while was Eric. What were you supposed to chat about with the rest?

“See you in a bit”, said Pedri when you were leaving after the match.

“You will?”

“Aren’t you coming to my place? We’ll be meeting there and Ansu said you’ll join us like you have the last few times”.

“Right. Sure! See you there”.

You made your way to the car, wondering why Ansu kept making plans for you without telling you first. And you were also mentally checking if you had the time to run back home and get changed.

“Hi!”, you beamed when Ansu got to the car and hugged him to congratulate him on his great performance.

“Ready to go?”

“Can we stop by my place for a sec?”

“Why? We’ll be late. Even more than we already are”.

“I need to change my outfit”.

He raised his eyebrow, looking at the clothes you were wearing. “You look fine. We’ll just be home watching some movies or whatever, no need to dress up”.

“But I don’t look good”.

“Who do you want to look good for?”

“Start driving before I hit you. And stop smirking. I’m feeling insecure and you’re being mean”.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Pedri can reassure you and tell you how pretty you look”.

“I hate you”.

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The weather forecast was bad. A lot of areas in the eastern side of Spain had been surprised by big storms and now it seemed it was time for Barcelona to join the party.

Thankfully for you, you made it to Pedri’s right when the storm started to get worse. Driving in those conditions always felt pretty scary.

“You made it!”, exclaimed Eric, opening the door for you so you could get inside quickly.

“Barely”, you said, sighing.

Everyone else was already there and you joined them right when they were choosing a movie to watch.

“It’s spooky outside”, said Gavi, “how about a horror movie?”

Both Ansu and Eric looked at you, the horror movie expert. “What?”

“You know those movies. Choose one!”

“I…ehhh…”, you didn’t enjoy seeing everyone stare at you. “Bodies bodies bodies?”

“Huh?”

“The movie. It’s about all these friends in a mansion hiding from a storm and they play a game and…well, it’s a horror movie. It obviously doesn’t end well”.

“Ok”, they all said and went to the big tv to find the movie.

After excusing yourself to go to the bathroom before the movie started, as if missing 5 seconds of a movie you’ve watched ten times was a huge drama, you got back to the living room and tried to find a place to sit.

There was only one spot available, right in between Ansu and Pedri. Your friend looked up at you and you moved your head to motion for him to move near his teammate but he shook his head.

“You little shit”, you whispered but it only made him smile more.

“So you’re a horror movie fan?”, said Pedri and you turned to look at him.

“Yeah”.

“I’m not the biggest fan myself. I get scared too easily”.

You laughed before Ansu had to ruin it. “You can hold her hand if you get too scared. She’ll protect you from the monsters”.

"Ignore him", said Pedri, making you blush even more.

The movie started and you relaxed, watching the already familiar story for you and waiting for everyone's reactions to the jumpscares and plot twists.

"I cannot believe that happened", told you Pedri when the movie finished.

"I know", you said, laughing. "I was so shocked the first time I watched it. I didn't see it coming at all".

“Do you want to play a game?”, asked Eric, and you all looked at him, confused. "We should play a game too. To pass the time. There's no way we can drive home in this weather", said Eric when he got up to turn the lights on.

"Not the game from the movie, right?"

"No, something more…simple?", he shrugged. "Hide and seek?"

"Eric, haven't you seen Ready or not?"

He rolled his eyes at your comment. "No one got married today. We'll be fine".

"What?", Gavi's confused face made you laugh.

"We'll watch that movie another day. You'll get it then".

So hide and seek it was. At least it was a big house so the game could be fun.

After a couple of rounds, you were trying to study the house well to find the perfect hiding spot. You always took games way too seriously.

"I have an idea", whispered Ansu when he found Pedri.

"What do you mean?"

"What is a place here where no one will find you?"

"I'm not telling you".

"Pedri, forget about the game. I just want to help you spend some alone time with a certain someone".

"Stop it. You are making her uncomfortable and she'll push me away because of you", Pedri was shaking his head but the idea wasn't so bad.

So even though he left Ansu there, hiding, he quickly thought of all the places where he could take you. Just so you could win the game, of course.

"Hey".

You jumped hearing his whisper and he laughed. "You're going to get us caught".

"Follow me. I know a place where we can hide".

Why was he helping you? But this was his house, so if anyone knew where to hide, it'd be him.

Both of you walked slowly, trying not to make any noise. And then you were alone in a room.

"Is this your room?"

"What? No. This is not a trick to get you in my room…".

"Ok".

"It’s the guest room. And there is a small room that we used to use for storage. Not even my brother will think of looking there".

"Smart", you said, following him inside.

The room was…small. But big enough to keep some distance between you two. A small lamp provided a bit of light, which you appreciated. You had to leave your phones in the living room so you couldn't use the torch.

"What if they never find us here?"

Pedri's laugh was interrupted by another lighting.

"One, two, three …".

"Do you do that thing to guess how far away the lightning is?"

"It used to calm me down as a kid. Storms can be scary for children. I'm tough now".

With the sound of the thunderstorm as background noise for your conversation, you kept making small talk and waiting to be found. But the hiding spot was really that good.

"So you want to study…", the thunder that interrupted Pedri was so loud, it made you both jump. "Jesus!"

And then, the electricity went out, which meant the little room was completely dark. You felt your whole body tense.

"It'll come back in a second, I'm sure".

But you weren't listening. You couldn't listen to anything in your state.

"Hey, you ok?"

Pedri was trying to look at you in the darkness but couldn't see much.

"I'm afraid of the dark", you managed to say. And he laughed.

That sound made you feel even more anxious. How could he laugh when you were feeling so scared?

"You watch all those horror movies but are scared of the dark? That's hilarious".

He expected to hear you laugh back but that never happened. And he quickly realised how stupid he had been.

"Are you really scared? I'm an idiot. Sorry!"

He got up to open the door. The guest room didn't have any light either but some light could come through the window. He just needed to go there and open the curtains.

"Don't leave", you whispered.

"I just need to open the curtains and…".

Another thunder scared you so much that you let out a little whimper. Pedri needed to think and he needed to do it fast.

"I'll stay here with you, ok? The electricity will be back in a second and we'll be fine".

He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. During the movie, he had imagined himself doing that classic move but…too many people around. Now it didn't feel romantic at all. He could tell how terrified you were by how stiff your body was, so he moved you towards him to try and give you some comfort.

"So it has to be me holding your hand so you aren't scared after all".

You closed your eyes, placing your head on his shoulder and trying to control your breathing.

"That was a joke, by the way. I'm sorry I laughed before. I didn't think your fear was so serious".

"I know".

Your voice was still weak but Pedri thought it was a good sign you could talk.

When the next lightning came, you didn't jump at the sudden light.

"One, two, three, four, five, six…how many kilometres was that?"

"Two", you said, a small smile on your face.

"You're better than me at math. How many seconds does it have to be so we can pretend it comes from my hometown?"

"I don't think that's how the distance thing works".

"I said pretend…and I'm rolling my eyes, by the way. I say it because you can't see me".

The smile was substituted by a giggle.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you".

"Do you want to move now? The rest of the room is bigger and if we open the curtains, we can get some light inside the room", he offered. But you still didn't feel strong enough.

"Not yet. I'm fine like this".

Your words were followed by your moving closer to cuddle him better.

"You know? I'm not sure it wasn't Ansu who planned all this so we could finally be alone like this".

Your laugh was now louder. "Was it him that caused this storm too?"

"Have you heard his singing? We can't completely rule out it was his fault".

The noise of footsteps reminded you two you weren't alone in the house. And it was Eric, torch in hand, that found you.

"Oh God, you are here. I was so worried about you and your fear of the dark. Are you ok?"

"I think she's more than fine", said Ansu when he got to the room and saw you and Pedri. "And four is a crowd. Let's go somewhere else, Eric. Leave the lovebirds alone".

#pedri #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #pedri fluff #footballer imagine #pedri x y/n #footballer x y/n #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

[liv-does-stuff]

“Happy Birtday Dumbass”

Hasan Piker X Reader

Warning:cussing but that’s it

A/n: I’m so sorry for whatever this bullshit is I’m high asf right now and I proof read this as best as I could.

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You and Hasan rarely fought. Yes you argued over trivial things sometimes, but you could count on your fingers the amount of times you actually had a bad fight and boy was this a bad fight. It all started Monday, you had spent the whole summer so far trying to help your best friend move down to North Carolina, God knows why, with you being away for the a few months you had seen Hasan only a few times through June and July , but you made sure you would be there for his birthday. Now you may be wondering where the fighting came in and here’s the answer. One night you had been on the phone with your boyfriend, trying to find a cheap flight, but they were all pricey.

“Y/n don’t worry if it’s that big of a deal I’ll just buy the ticket.” Hasan said tired of your complaining. You were quick to shoot that down by saying, “Oh absolutely not It’s supposed to be your birthday party and I would feel bad if you bought the ticket.” He sighed, “Y/n, could just stop complaining then, I’m trying to be nice, but you’ve literally just bitched this whole call.” Normally Hasan wouldn’t have said something like this to 𝘺𝘰𝘶, but today had stressed him out, his stream was glitching and Austin was late to the podcast and it threw everything off. He never meant to bring his anger out on you, but he had and you weren’t about to take that, “Excuse me”, you said taken aback by his change in tone, “I’m so sorry that I was trying to do something nice for your fuckin birthday and yea what if I started complaining? These Flights aren’t cheap and it’s frustrating !” He sighed into the phone, “Then don’t come”, he said lowly. “What are you even saying?” You said quietly. “If it’s such an inconvenience the don’t show up.” He stated. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you did, “Fine”, you hung up the phone with a sigh.

2 days had past and Hasan hadn’t reached out. Too be fair you hadn’t either, but even so you still planned on making it to his party, which is why you were up at 3 am trying to book a flight for tomorrow and finally you got a good deal. Hasan was having a dinner around 7 with his friends and your flight landed at 5:30 so you decided to make a call.

“Hey Austin I need your help.” You said after he picked up on the 4th ring.

“Y/n what the fuck I was asleep!?” He said groggily trying to make sense of why you were calling.

“So yea can you pick me up and take me with you tomorrow?” You asked after explaining everything that had happened.

“Of course y/n/n, but seriously if you wake me up like this one more time I’ll beat you ass.” You snorted as he said that. After a few more minutes of talking you said bye and hung up.

After your plane landed you went to look for Austin and once you made eye contact you ran up and hugged him. “Oh my god I missed you so much bitch!” You both laughed. He broke the hug and led you to the car. You were nervous to say the least, you didn’t know if Hasan would still be pissed or if he would be happy to see you. You really didn’t want to ruin his birthday for him. Austin seemed to notice your worrying because he looked at you and said, “Don’t worry y/n he misses you he just wants to give you space.” You nodded and soon the conversation drifted off into how Austin’s love life was going which made the drive go by quicker, and soon you were parked at Hasans house. God you missed this place. Austin ran up the door, knocked and shouted, “Hasan it’s Austin I brought you an amazing present.” The door began to open, “Austin why the fuck are you thirty minutes la- y/n?” Hasan locked eyes with you, you wanted to hug him and run your hands through his curls right there, but you resisted. Austin walked into the house and winked at you. Hasan shut the door and you immediately fell into him not caring if he was mad or not you just needed him, he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/n I thought you weren’t gonna come.” He sighed. You looked up at him, “Hasan I’m so sorr-“, he cut you off, “No I am you didn’t do anything I was just being a dick.” You laughed, “Yea you kinda were.” He smiled and you got on your tip toes to kiss him. You giggled into the kiss and he whispered, “I love you”

“Happy birthday dumbass.”

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[myperfectfatdads]

Dads Clothes

Dang bro I don’t have any extra clothes. “Yea same man” says Matt. You don’t have any clothes bro I mean this is your house you live here how do you possibly have no clothes. “This morning I did a huge run of laundry so it’s all in the wash and even more wet and dirty than the clothes we have right now” says Matt. Looking in Matt’s closet he’s right there is not a single piece of clothing. “See I told you bro” says Matt. Yeah I guess you’re right well is there any other clothes possibly we could wear. “I’ll see but you’re right coming back from a big day at the beach I sure do wanna change from these wet sandy swim suits.

“Oh I got it we can wear some of my dad’s clothes he has a ton of them here come on let’s go” says Matt. Are u sure bro one will your dad get man that we are wearing his clothes and two will his clothes even hit us I mean he’s on the bigger side of people. “Yeah they will be really big but it’s ok it better then wearing these sandy swimsuits and he will never know remember he doesn’t come back tell tomorrow we have the whole night to ourselves!” Says Matt. Going into his bedroom you look for some of his clothes and after you find some you try them on. “Yep just as I suspected these are huge on me” says Matt. You picked out a nice blue shirt, while Matt picked out a big grey shirt. “Woah man I know my dad is big but these clothes make him look huge” says Matt, yeah bro this is one of the biggest shirts I’ve seen! “Haha, man we look so funny in these I feel like my dad would be really mad though if he found out we are wearing his clothes so we just can’t let him find out” says Matt. Yeah no problem man your secret is safe with me I mean I’m wearing your dad’s clothes too. “Hey look at me, I’m wearing my dads overalls” says Matt. Haha that’s funny man there even big on you too! “Your right, hey let’s go down to the kitchen and get some food I’m starving” says Matt. While I’m the kitchen you notice that Matt’s face has stubble on it. Hey dude when did you start growing stubble? “What do you mean man at the beach today we already talked about this we both have stubble, also your so lucky you get to wear my dads shorts I have to wear his stupid jeans” says Matt. Oh yeah sorry man I totally forgot. “Is it just me or does a beer sounds really good right now?” Says Matt, a beer, bro I thought you hated beer. “I do but it’s just sounds super good right now I don’t know why.” Ok bro you do you. “Wow thanks burpppppppppp, what the heck that came out oh no where.” That’s strange man you never burp. “Yeah but I also don’t like beer so anything is possible, well I’m glad you get to spend the weekend here bro my dad will be home in the morning just make sure to change out of his clothes by than.” Sounds good bro I got you he won’t find out. “He shouldn’t need to my clothes should be ready in the morning before he gets home.” What the heck. “What is it?” Your growing a beard bro and its grey! “Omg your right what is going on Thats so weird you are too!” What, your right and mine it grey too! “Don’t worry about it to much man it’s probably just from stress it happens a lot I’ve heard.” Yeah bro it’s happens a lot to old people we are not old we’re only 22. “Well your right but we are at the age we’re we start to grow beards so I think it’s normal.” I guess your right. “I know these overalls are kinda weird but I kinda like them they just feel like they support me, also these jeans feel like the fit a bit better.” They fit better bro I swear they were huge on your just and hour ago. “I mean they are still big I don’t know maybe they shrunk, yawnnnn I’m getting tired bro what time is it?” Its 11 oh yeah it’s time for bed bro, where are we sleeping? “I mean we probably shouldn’t sleep in the same bedroom so you can sleep in mine for the night and I’ll sleep in my dads I guess.” Okay bro sounds good we’ll goodnight then. Saying goodnight to Matt you realize that his few strands of hair on his face turned into a whole bushy beard. Thinking it’s weird you don’t think much of it and go to bed. Waking up in the morning and getting out of bed the shirt that was super loose yesterday felt like it fit a lot better this morning. It was almost even a little tight but that’s weird you swear it was loose earlier. Going to wake Matt up you knock on the door but no response, maybe he is all ready down stairs. Walking down the stairs is a lot harder with back pain. Wait I never have back pain well maybe I just got a bad sleep last night, also I feel really heavy today so maybe that’s it. Then as you walk into the kitchen your let with Matt’s dad but wait he’s not supposed to be home tell later and why is he wearing the same clothes that Matt was yesterday.

In a deep voice the old man says good morning man. Hey Matt’s dad I thought you weren’t supposed to be home tell later. “What do you mean it’s me Matt good old burppppppp papa Matt, remember yesterday when I said these overalls felt good well yeah now they really feel good they have to support this big beer belly of mine. “Your keeping up quite to belly there too man. Look at yourself you are met with an old fat man.

Well I guess you’re right man when you get old like us it’s really hard to watch the weight. “Yeah that’s right I mean I felt like it gets bigger every day.” Well should I return these clothes to your dad? “No need dude also these are my clothes and don’t call me dad I’m only 63 haha.” Well thanks man this is my new favorite shirts for sure also do you wanna go out for breakfast it’s on me? “Yeah sure man I can eat, gotta keep up this belly burppppppppp.” Well so can I haha let’s go then.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

[starryeyedadmirer]

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Tio?” You ask him, trying not to laugh too loudly as you watch him release his bloated stomach out to its full size, on the other end of the FaceTime call. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing nothing, man.” He answers. “I’m just pregnant, you know… like, three months in now… and it’s yours.” Suppressing a grin, he lets out a big, labored breath and starts to dance — bobbing up and down on his heels to the rhythm of his music, and bouncing his hand against the bottom of his stomach… like it’s some kind of sports ball. He looks so goofy, you just can’t help but to blow your laughter out through your nostrils.

“Yeah, yeah… whatever. Why can’t you just be normal on the phone, baby? I’m with my folks right now. Don’t make my parents think we got a kid on the way again. They’ll be on my case for the whole week.” Looking around the kitchen for any prying eyes, you lower your phone underneath the dinner table. “Act like you got some sense, Tio. Please.”

“I am being normal, man. I told you I was pregnant last week, before you left Cali, remember?“ As if he needs to double down on his false claim, he bloats his stomach out even farther, and pretends as though it’s hurting him. “We was at that Jamaican place by Fuego’s house, getting food, and I told you I was feeling it kick. Your kid was going crazy that day.”

“You ain’t say nothing to me about no baby, Tio… so, no, I don’t remember. Quit playing with me.” Again, you look around the room, hoping that none of your family members can hear your conversation.

“Okay, okay... I’m being so serious now. Real talk, I just ate a bunch today… and my gut’s kicking my ass right now. Some of the guys came over this morning, so we ordered a couple pizzas and grubbed. I think I did too much, honestly. I gotta go to the bathroom real bad. I been fighting it for, like, an hour.” His stomach still grossly distended — weighing heavy on his spine — he rests his hands on either side of the round mass, and eeks out a tiny fart. “Ugh,” he grunts, “that felt good.”

“Ew, baby! Go handle that… seriously. You know how you get when you eat greasy food. Nasty ass. I’ll call you back later.”

“Wow! You just gonna hang up on me like that? You not gonna come home and rub my belly? That’s actually fucked, man. You wrong for that.”

“Shit… I don’t care.” You reply, watching in disgust as his face twists into an excruciating grimace. “I’m not flying back home ‘til this weekend, Tio… and I’m damn sure not gonna stay on the phone while you use the toilet. You go do your thing, alright… and spray in there when your done. Seriously, I’ll call you back tonight… or probably tomorrow morning. My dad’s getting out some table games, so I’m probably gonna be up late.”

“Alright, man… whatever. Tell your people I said hi… and tell your pops he raised a bitch. I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

“Mhm… okay.”

Another raunchy fart erupting from his ass like a drumroll, he grabs his phone and puts the call on pause. “Wait. Don’t hang up yet.” He tells you. “Say goodbye to your son first. I’m boutta go give birth… and you ain’t gonna get a chance to see him.” You hear the fabric of his shirt rustling against his screen for a brief moment… and then — without warning — the sound of his gurgling gut blares out from your phone speakers.

“What the hell is all that noise?” Your dad blurts, approaching the kitchen table with a stack of games in his hands. He looks startled… just as shocked as you are. Tio’s bloated belly is so loud — with the ‘baby’ working it’s way through his colon — you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire house heard it churning… even with your volume turned down.

“Fuck! Bye, baby.” You whisper, holding your phone to your lips. “Go handle your shit.” Without saying another word, you press the ‘end call’ button on your screen — abruptly concluding the FaceTime — and slip your phone back into your pocket. “Don’t worry about it, Dad. My phone is just acting up. Mom! Sissy! What game we playing first? I’m about to kick your asses!”

#starry eyes #quick write #malcolm suarez #malcolm suarez belly/tummy #✨his little belly✨ #✨the way he bloats it out!!!✨

[metallicaislife]

Long Day

A/N: Other than the 80's I am not as familiar with the eras, so I hope this the correct era in the gif 🥲 hope this turned out good!

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 834

Warnings: none, the hurt comes from your own feelings and Kirk comforts you :')

It was one of those days. I counted down the time until I could clock out and go home. But of course the time dragged on as if I was running through molasses. If anything could go wrong, it went wrong. Between phone calls, emails and coworkers interrupting me anytime I got into a grove of my usual work load, I definitely wasn't going to finish everything meaning this shitty day would bleed into tomorrow making it not only a current problem, but it would be future Y/N’s problem too. 

All that to say I was overwhelmed and in tears by the time I clocked out. As always I called my boyfriend from the car on my drive home. 

“Hey baby.” He answered. 

“Hi, Kirk.” I said, attempting to keep my voice even, but I could hear the shakiness as I spoke the two words.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked, worry was evident in his voice. 

“Um… yeah everything is fine.” I replied. 

“I don’t believe you… Just get home safe and you can tell me all about it.” His voice was so comforting. I knew a warm hug awaited me and it made more tears fall. 

“Okay.” I croaked, then hung up. 

I safely pulled into the driveway of the house Kirk and I had been living in for about a year now. I grabbed my bag and made my way inside. I slipped off my shoes, and hung my bag. Kirk came around the corner and fresh tears fell as he pulled me into a warm embrace. He cradled my head and rubbed my back. After I composed myself I pulled away. He used his thumbs to wipe at the tear stains on my cheeks. 

“So everything is fine, huh?” He teased with a small smile. 

“No… I mean, I’m just overwhelmed. It was one of those days ya know.” I said. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. Kirk was always so kind, and respected my boundaries,  he would give me space when I needed to mull over things before confiding in him. 

“Yeah, can we just snuggle and order some take out?” I asked. 

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” He smiled at me, I smiled softly for the first time that day since leaving for work in the morning. 

I changed into something more comfortable and crawled into bed with Kirk. We faced each other, legs intertwined as he drew soft shapes on my face. 

“What happened today?” He asked softly. 

“We were super busy, so I got behind on my normal workload, which will affect tomorrow since I’ll need to catch up and hope we don’t get lots of calls or emails to the front desk. I just hate getting behind on things. I know my bosses are aware of how hard I work but with days like these I feel inadequate, like I could’ve done more to accomplish everything.” I relayed my day as a fresh set of tears formed, “I feel like I have imposter syndrome, that they’ll realize I’m not an asset to the company and they’ll just get rid of me.” 

“Hey, hey. No, none of that. I mean your feelings are valid, and you’re allowed to feel those things, but please don’t dwell on them.” He started as he traced up and down my spine, “you work so hard, and you couldn’t have known that you would get an influx of the other things outside your usual workload. If your bosses don’t see all the hard work you do, that’s on them. You can’t control that, even though we all wish we could control how others view us. You gave it your all today and accomplished what you could given the circumstances. You’re not a robot and nobody should expect you to be able to control all these outside forces just so you can finish your whole work load in the allotted 9 to 5 hours. For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you, you did a great job.” He finished his little speech with sweet praise. I moved closer burying my face in his chest. 

“Thank you.” I said, though it was muffled. He nuzzled his head into mine. 

“Any time, baby. Whenever you feel that way, I’ll be here to remind you that you’re doing your best and absolutely killing it.” He replied. We stayed in the embrace until my tummy gurgled indicating I was hungry. 

“Let’s get you fed, then we can snuggle some more, maybe put a movie on. How does that sound?” He asked, pulling back enough so he could look down at me. 

“That sounds perfect.” I replied with a genuine smile. 

He kissed my forehead and left me in bed as he went to call in our regular take out order. 

I’ll always be grateful for my sweet Kirk who is always willing to help bring me back down to reality when my head gets away from me with the negative thoughts.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica fluff #kirk hammett fluff

[definedbydaylight]

“Change In Pressure”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ (The Large Age Gap Fic)

A Matty Healy x OC Fanfiction

Part 1 Masterlist: .°˖✧ Word Count: 1624 Warnings: nothing quite yet but i promise you there will be quite a few warnings in the future...

Series Summary: Aurelia Hawke is the newest artist signed to Dirty Hit but she is in no way new to the industry, the second child of Uma Thurman and Ethan Hawke seems set up for success, but a string of unfortunate events sets her on a path she thought she'd never walk down, and somehow it has everything to do with the lead singer of The 1975.

The steps up to her new apartment felt miles long, her sister and father already inside setting up a bookshelf they had bought earlier that day, a decently heavy box positioned uncomfortably in her arms, she pauses to resituate the box and carries on up to the front door. Already slightly ajar she uses her foot to push it open farther, she stops her sister Maya laying facedown on the floor as their father reads the instructions to the bookshelf, the way Maya groans she assumes it’s not the first time they’ve gone over it.

Setting down the box alerts her sister of her presence. “Aurelia! God please save me from him, he’s convinced he can do it, but I’m pretty sure we’re missing several pieces.”

Aurelia laughs and sets a hand on their father’s shoulder. “Dad, let's just go buy nice vintage furniture that doesn’t need assembling tomorrow okay?”

He smiles up at you. “Whatever you’d like, Aurie, I just want to make sure everythings perfect for you.” He sighs. “Having you an ocean away is already hard enough.” 

“I know Dad, why don’t you and Maya go grab the last 2 boxes from my car, I have to get changed for my meeting today.” She takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll meet you both back at the hotel for dinner okay?”

He nods and kisses the top of her head, making his way towards the door as Maya speaks up. “I expect to be compensated for my labor today!”

Aurelia scoffs and smiles at her as she follows their father out the door.

She grabs her bag with her change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change, the place feels empty but she knows in a few weeks Timothee will be coming back from LA and it’ll finally start to feel like a home, most of all she’s grateful to be out of the hotel she’s been living in for the past month. Fixing up her makeup in the small mirror above the sink she begins to worry, she’s already got the offer and all she needs to do is sign the contract and start recording for the EP, but she can’t help but feel like something horrible is going to happen. Aurelia pushes the thought deep into the back of her brain, she exits the bathroom to grab her bag and keys before heading out the door to her car. 

The drive to the Dirty Hit office is filled with screaming along to The 1975 to ease her nerves, not only was she getting signed to an incredible record label, but also the one that just so happened to house her favorite band in the world. It felt like a fever dream, although she can’t dismiss the fact that her family has definitely helped her in her career and she is forever grateful for the opportunities it’s brought her, she’s just glad people took her talent into account. She finally arrives and finds a spot to park about a block away, she takes the time of the walk to practice her breathing and calm herself before entering the building, the weight of the front door feels 1000 times heavier than normal.

Aurelia is greeted by a woman at least a head taller than her dressed in a pencil skirt and grey blouse, she starts to feel extremely underdressed.

“Hello I’m Terri, and you must be Aurelia Hawke, am I correct?” The woman’s voice is like butter with what Aurelia would only assume people would call a posh accent.

She smiles in return. “Yes that’s me, it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ll take you up to Jamie’s office, he should be ready for you.” Terri smiles back and waves her along to follow.

They take the elevator up 3 floors to a very modern yet laid back waiting area, Terri bypasses the seating area and heads straight to a large set of double doors and opens them up wide, she looks back at Aurelia and her eyes tell her to follow. 

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything dear.” She says as she lays a comforting hand on the singer's shoulder and walks away.

Aurelia turns into the office and is not only greeted by Jamie, but George Daniel is also sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Aurelia! Pleasure to finally meet you in person, please take a seat.” Jamie gestures to the seat beside George.

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The meeting goes well, she’s signed for a 3 album contract after the EP is released, she’s unbelievably nervous after being surprised by George joining in on the meeting. Jamie said he wanted him there because he’d be helping her with the mixing for the EP, they discussed the songs she had for it and played them the demos she had made for them to review, Jamie seemed pleased and George was over the moon about getting to mess with the mixing on “Supercut” which calmed Aurelia’s nerves because that was the song she was least sure about. She thanks them both and they all say their goodbyes, before she leaves George stops her to exchange numbers and emails so they can discuss and send tracks back and forth.

“It’s been great talking, can’t wait to get to work with you.” George smiles.

“Me too, thanks girl!” She freezes in place, feeling stupid with the comment she’s made.

“Ha! Girl, I like that! Well see you later girl.” She thanks god he didn’t find it too weird and waves him goodbye and exits the office’s front door.

The walk back to her car has her giddy, she pulls her phone out to call her boyfriend to tell him about the contract details and how excited she is, the phone rings a few times before he answers.

“Hello?” Timothee says.

“Oh my god I have never been more nervous for anything in my whole life, and now it’s over.” She sighs into the phone, digging around in her bag for her car keys.

“It’s already over? How’d it go baby?” He asks, sounding excited but a little distracted, but Aurelia can’t blame him, she knows he’s been insanely busy these last few weeks.

“It actually went amazing! I got a 3 album deal after the EP releases, and you wouldn’t believe it, George Daniel was there!” She’s beams sliding into the driver's seat.

“Who?” He asks, confused.

“George Daniel? Drummer for The 1975? They’re my favorite band babe I talk about them all the time!” She says, a little hurt he didn’t remember after all the times she’s talked about them before.

“Right, right. I’m sorry baby I knew that, I’m just a little all over the place right now with work at the moment, I’m on set right now.” He sighs after he speaks. “I’m just excited for the next few weeks to fly by so I can be with you in our new home.”

She smiles at his words. “Me too, sorry for the stress, I’m glad we got to talk but I’ve got to let you go so I can meet my dad and Maya back at their hotel for dinner. I’ll see you soon enough, I love you.”

“Love you too, bye baby.” He ends the call and she collapses back into her seat.

Being away from Timothee makes their relationship feel unnecessarily stressful at times, she wishes she could just see his face when she spoke to him, she could always tell how he was feeling by the look on his face. The drive to the hotel was smooth and dinner was nice and easy, she updated her family on the contract and her day, then said her goodbyes once again to head back to her apartment. Greeted by boxes stacked taller than her and furniture shoved in random places, she sighs and heads to her kitchen where she knows she’s at least got the necessities to make a cup of tea before she gets cleaned up for bed. 

Aurelia can’t seem to sleep in the unfinished apartment so she stays up scribbling lyric ideas in her journal late into the night and early morning, it’s around 1:30 when she receives an email from George with a new mix for “Supercut” and a message that reads;

Couldn’t stop thinking about this track so I just had to work on this tonight, let me know what you think, the songs is going to smash the charts I promise you that

She calls George immediately after listening to the audio track.

“Yes?” He answers, sounding nervous.

“It’s fucking brilliant George! Truly! I hadn’t even told you any of my ideas and yet somehow it’s like you pulled the sound I wanted straight out of my brain, it's unbelievable!” Aurelia shrieks with joy.

“Oh thank god, I’m just glad you like it.” George sighs with relief.

“Like it? Did you not just hear what I said? Girl, I love it!” She beams.

“Okay, okay, thank you very much Girl.” He laughs at her.

“Oh lord this is going to become a thing now isn’t it?” Aurelia mentally face-palms.

“Oh it most definitely is.” He laughs again. “Goodnight Girl, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She smiles at that and says her goodnights before they hang up.

Feeling an air of calm and security after the phone call puts Aurelia in the mood to sleep finally, she sets her journal on her side table and cracks the bedroom window before slipping into her sheets, the breeze and light sounds of late night city noises lull her to sleep faster than anything has in a long time, she feels like tomorrow it’ll only get better.

Part 2 (coming at some point)

a/n: so i'm not totally dead, but life has been kicking my ass so bear with me loves, anyway i love this character sm so i'm really going to be trying to keep up with this one <3

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty #healy #matty healy x oc #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy x reader #not really lmao #dbd matty fics #dbd change in pressure

[helmihotchner]

Here goes nothing..

Do you mean it? - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!Reader pt. 1

prompt: reader and Aaron are going through a rough patch in their relationship but no one in the team knows abt them. this is how it unwinds

warnings: use of y/n, i used she/her pronouns, bad bad BAD writing, so far hurt and little to none comfort. a possibility that there won’t be a part 2.

authors note: my first ever hotch fic! this is not in my area at all!! I mostly write romantic fluff that turns to hurt and no happy ending. also, english is not my first language so there will be mistakes, please poit out anything that I might’ve missed!

wc. 1.1k give or take

Aaron looked through the window of his office. There sat, his beautiful and so intelligent girlfriend. Normally she would glance at him every now and then and give him a sweet smile, but not today. Nor yesterday or the day before that, and it’s already Thursday.

It was all his fault really, he had been extremely cold towards her and treated her like a wounded puppy on the field. And Y/N sure as hell didn’t like that. She had made it crystal clear, the second he starts to undermine her abilities or starts to protect her, they are over and she will transfer. Easy as that. And he accepted that, with great difficulty, but he did.

He knew he fucked up the second they got home. She went straight to the bathroom and didn’t ask him to join, showering together was their way of seeking comfort in one another. Aaron tried to open the bathroom door, but even before his hand had touched the handle, as if she sensed that he was about to come in, she locked the door.

This brought tears to his eyes. Not once has she denied him access even when she was angry, now she must be furious. Aaron sighed and went for the guest bathroom, anticipating that Y/N will take her time.

After almost an hour, she came out. Dressed in her sweatpants and her shirt. She made it obvious, didn’t need him at the time, Y/N needed space. He was sitting on their bed, waiting. As she walked in, she didn’t even look at him, she couldn’t bear the thought of looking at him. Y/N went for her drawer and took what he assumed was clothes for tomorrow. Even if she seemed cold and independent she needed Aaron’s comfort more than anything, because the case had really taken a toll on her. But he was still Hotch, he was her boss. And she didn’t need him. She needed her boyfriend, her love.

“Look Y/..” ”No. I don’t care. I have made myself clear, I layed down the rules, that you accepted happily. And now you have broken every single one of them. I really don’t care about your apologies right now, neither your puppy eyes.” He looked defeated, she looked hurt, even broken.

“I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.” Y/N said, he wanted to protest, but that would only throw gasoline to the fire and that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t see her after that.

What he didn’t know, was that Y/N was up almost all night crying. She didn’t want to be alone, she needed Aaron, her Aaron. She needed comfort and warmth, reassurance that se was capable, more than capable, qualified and professional. Y/N tossed and turned all night, getting little to no sleep at all. He at least got a few hours of shut eye.

In the morning he didn’t see her. She was out before he had even woken up. Presumably she had went for a jog and decided to leave to work for the day. In fact, she had just taken her belongings and driven to the office. No coffee, no jog. Just straight to work. And because it was Friday, she is hoping to get off a little earlier than usual, doubling the chances by starting early. Hoping for a girl’s night, or maybe even a night out with all of the BAU members. This of course doesn’t include Hotch, cause he never comes anyway.

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As Emily walked in, first thing she noticed was how Y/N’s pen was quite literally smoking with the way she pressed it to the paper - hard. “What are you so grumpy about?” Emily asked, a bit of concern in her voice. This caught Morgan’s attention and he looked at her, with worry in his eyes. “Oh nothing, just my douchebag-caveman-like-boyfriends behavior. He just protects me when I absolutely don’t need it!!” she bursts out, closing the file she was working on. Hoping that she doesn’t give them too much to work with to connect A and B together. A being the last cases victims looking like her and B Hotch putting her on desk duty most of the days.

“Ah man, not my place. Imma go see my babygirl” Morgan put his hands up, getting away from his chair just as Garcia walked in. “What were you gonna do to me my thunder?” Garcia asked Morgan, wiggling her eyebrows as she took her place under Morgan’s arm. “Oh you know, the usual.” He barked back.

“Ugh help me God, that I don’t even believe in” Y/N said. “Alcohol! I need extraordinary amounts of alcohol!” she continued. “I’m in!” Emily chipped. “We are too, I need to take my panther out to dance. It’s been wayyy too long.” Penelope said as she squeezed Morgans bicep.

“Hotch you comin’ ?” Emily asked as he walked to the pullpen a few files in hand, one open. “Where exactly?” He asked, the question not directed to anyone. But his eyes, oh how they were filled with worry and apologies aimed directly at Y/N. “Well Y/N needs time away from her douchebag-of-a-man, so we’re gonna go clubbing!!” Emily almost shouted. He was taken aback by this, Y/N a little embarrassed by Emily’s words.

”Yeah, sure why not.” He answered, looking down pretending to read the file in his hand. “COOL!” shouted Morgan. “I expect the term ‘clubbing’ in this scenario meaning a karaoke bar so you all can sing mamma mia and dancing queen wayy out of tune.” Hotch lipped. Y/N just huffed a little at his comment, not paying attention. Or at least wanting it to look like that. With the silence that fell upon them, Hotch walked away, knowing the details would be dealt with later in the group chat.

“Y/N please tell me that you’re coming to my place to get ready?” Emily pleaded. “I guess, well I don’t have anything or anyplace better to go to, so yes.” She said. “I’ll bring the wine.” Y/N continued.

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“So tell me.” Emily said mouth full of white wine. “What do you wanna know? The way he talked to me? Disrespected me? Showed me what kind of a man he really is?” Y/N rambled. “Noooo.. I mean the SEX!” Y/N was mortified. “C’mon he must be good. Like good GOOD. I know for a fact that you don’t accept anything mundane.”

How would she tell Emily the things they do between the sheets, when he is Hotch of all people? Like their grumpy very many years older than she is boss.

Luckily JJ called to inform that she was outside waiting before she could began. “Ugh. Saved by the bell.” Emily said and started to gather her things.

and that was it, please tell me your thoughts, all feedback is welcome even when not positive. thank you for reading!

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[ryloriee678999]

Where’d You Go? (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: You don’t get much sleep when Natasha’s away. (700 words)

Warnings: I’m not sure if there are any, please let me know.

A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I got so many wips to be posted hopefully soon.

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It was about 1 am and Natasha wasn't in bed. This normally occurred so you weren't worried, she was probably working or training. You watch the clock tick and change numbers slowly while waiting for Natasha to come to bed. When she never came, you got up to search for her.

You went to where you saw her last. After dinner, she went straight to her office and started working on something. The bright light in her office was enough to tell you that she was still there.

Natasha barely looks up when you knock on her door. You walk closer, hovering over her and watching her finish reports. You rested your head on hers, her touch made you feel like you could pass out at any moment. “It’s a bit late to be working,” you say after a yawn comes out of your mouth.

Her hands never stopped writing as she responded. “I can’t talk right now,” Natasha sighed. “I need to finish this today.”

You pouted but Natasha couldn't see. Instead, you moved from behind her and hopped onto her desk. “When are you coming to bed?” You asked. Natasha didn't respond. 

A minute later Natasha finally said something and tore her eyes off the paper. She flashed you a guilty smile, "You can go to bed, I'll come when I'm done."

You didn't like her response. You wouldn't be able to go to bed, but Natasha didn't know that. Feeling desperate, you reach to take her pen. 

Natasha huffs and continues looking at the document as if she's still writing on it. “Babe,” she sighed, “give it back.” 

"Natasha," you mocked. “No.” 

Natasha rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms out. "Fine," She grumbled and grabbed the papers.

"What are you doing?" You asked and slid off the desk. 

Wordlessly, Natasha started heading towards your room. You figured she would finish her work in bed which was better but still wasn't ideal. You watched her get into bed and start working again. The urge to grab the work out of her hand was tempting but you needed her to stay. 

"Come on, put that down," you try convincing her. You lift up the blanket and get underneath along with her. Your hand reaches for the document but Natasha gently slaps it away.

"I need to finish this," Natasha replied. You finally gave in and turned around so that you were facing the wall. Everything felt uncomfortable. The blanket felt heavy against your body and the sound of her writing filled the room. 

As Natasha worked, she glanced at you often to make sure you were okay. She felt guilty about not being with you for the past few days, so she decided tomorrow things would be different. 

An hour passed and Natasha was finally done with everything. She rolled off the bed to turn off the lights but when she turned around, your tired eyes stared right at her. 

“I thought you were asleep,” Natasha said. She quickly became worried about the way your eyes were so red. She turned off the lights and hurried back to bed.

"I can't sleep without you," you replied tiredly. Even though Natasha was technically with you, it was like she wasn't. You found that sleeping came easier if you were in her arms or if she was asleep too.

You could feel Natasha staring at you. "Even when I go away?" Natasha asked, her voice weary.

You nodded and closed your eyes once you felt Natasha move closer. It felt so good to finally be able to sleep. You wanted to dig your eyes out this week because of the constant stinging but the relief was finally here. 

"I just like it when you are next to me," you confess quietly since you were on the verge of passing out. 

Natasha shook her head in disapproval. "But I was gone for 3 days this week."

"I know," you whispered. Those were a long 3 days and you were so tired by the end of it. Though that wasn't the longest you’ve gone, you hated when Natasha was gone for weeks on end. The only sleep you got was when your body forced you to shut down.

Natasha bit her lip, she felt so bad. It wasn't her fault you and she knew that, she just wished things were different. “Come here,” she said and pulled you into her arms. You turned around so that you faced her, a small smile appearing on your face. “Let's sleep now.”

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[kirans-wonderland]

hihi!! PICTURE THIS~~~

*ahem*

Leona and MC end up switching personalities :D :D probably alchemy class or smth smh

and the MC has a really kind and respectful personality so it’s like a complete 180?? I need some kind Leona and sassy MC in my life.

teehee just an idea :)))

Σ੧(❛□❛✿) omgjfhfhdjd my first ask!!! Hi anon~ <3 

I love this concept so much. Personality switching is gold. 

Honestly half the magic of this scenario is in Leona attending class in the first place. 

Leona & gn!reader (since it wasn’t specified) 

warnings: Nice Leona is scary 

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How the Tables have Turned Carnivore

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*POOF* 

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Why can’t anything just go right in alchemy class. It’s almost like having wily teenagers handle combustible materials and volatile magic was a disaster waiting to happen. 

    A plume of colorful smoke enveloped a cauldron station, a coughing fit erupting from the center of the cloud drawing the attention of the surrounding student and professor. As the smoke cleared, the cauldrons attendees were revealed to be Leona Kingscholar and ____. Ace rushed over to their side laying a hand on ____’s shoulder. 

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! You’re not turning into a toad right!? 

His hand was quickly shoved off their shoulder with a scoff. “Get your hand off me herbivore, do I look like a toad to you?” They finished with a glare. The man was too stunned to speak. What was that? Before Ace could retaliate, he was interrupted by a Savanahclaw student, “Housewarden! You ok?” 

“Yes I’m alright, thank you. ____, are you sure you’re alright?” Leona asked, genuine concern lacing his voice. “Yeah, of course. Stop worrying about me stupid carnivore.”

    Now the room was silent. No one could understand what black magic they had just witnessed. Professed Crewel had approached their station by now with a stern gaze “What exactly just happened here whelps?” He barked with a crack of his baton on his hand. ____ was the first to respond to his question. 

“The carnivore over there’s tail knocked something extra into the mix.” 

“Yes, it was entirely my mistake, they did nothing wrong professor. I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful from now on.” Leona added. Yup. The students were convinced the world was ending. Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “I don’t get paid enough for this” he muttered under his breath. “It seems to be a benign personality switch potion, it should wear off by tomorrow. Just-“ he paused exasperatedly rubbing his temples “don’t cause too much trouble until then.” 

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     Ace and Deuce were dumbfounded. Their normally sweet and kindhearted friend had been hurtling insults left and right. They brought the rest of Heartslaybul along as they watched ____ sleep in Leona’s prized spot in the botanical gardens. Cater took out his phone and pressed record “someone poke them.” “What!?” Was the resounding response from the group. “I said what I said” Cater stated pushing Deuce closer to the sleeping prefect. “What wait why me?!” “‘Cause you’re obvs their fav. Duh~” Cater mused. Deuce whimpered as he walked closer reaching out his hand and lightly poking their cheek. Their eyes snapped open meeting Deuce’s as they let out a low growl of warning. The boy quickly scampered back to group like a puppy that just got scolded. “T-they growled at me.” He was distraught. Trey ruffled his hair a bit. “Maybe” Ace teased, “you’re just not their favorite after all.” “Pleaseeeee~ if you had done that-” Cater started “Ace, they would have bitten you.” Trey finished. “For once it wouldn’t be me removing your head” Riddle chuckled. 

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Leona was confusing just as many people with his active and attentive attendance and consistent smile. People were clearing the halls for him faster then they ever had before. Ruggie was surprised to bump into him in the cafeteria. 

“Oh hey Leona, what’d ya need me to get for you today.” 

“Don’t worry about it Ruggs, I already got something” he said holding up a sandwich “aaand~ I got one for you. My treat.” Leona smiled pulling out another sandwich from behind his back. *Ruggie.exe.is-buffering* The hyena snatched the sandwich then took a step back “uhhh are you ok Leona? Did you hit your head during practice or something?” 

“No I’m alright, thanks for asking! How are you doing today? 

“Nuh-uh I’m out this is too creepy” Ruggie left the cafeteria to find Jack to confirm that he wasn’t hallucinating this nice Leona.

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“I don’t appreciate being punked Ruggie…” Jack grumbled as his upperclassmen dragged him around claiming Leona was ‘out of his mind’. 

“I’m not kidding Jack!! He bought ME a sandwich and called me ‘Ruggs’” he shivered just thinking about the nickname. He wouldn’t have minded if it was from someone else but Leona? No, that was nightmare inducing. The two finally found him in the courtyard. 

“Look there he is! LEONA!” Ruggie called out. He turned to look at them and waved 

“Hey Ruggie. Jack, good to see you. Great job in practice yesterday!” He exclaimed patting the wolf man on the back.” Ok… maybe Leona is just in a realllly good mood. Jack thought. 

“So… where you headed” Ruggie inquired. 

“To my room to do some homework” Leona replied nonchalantly.

“You mean to nap?” Jack prodded. 

“No? Why would I nap when there’s work to be done? It would mess with my sleep schedule anyways.” The boys felt like something shattered when Leona uttered those words. 

Ruggie tentatively cleared his throat  “uh Leona, how do you feel about your nephew?” 

Leona’s smile double in size “he’s only the most adorable thing ever.” 

“Ruggie….” 

“Y-yeah Jack?” 

“Run.” 

“Right behind you buddy.” 

And run they did. Far away from a confused Leona. 

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The next morning the two groups were waiting outside ____ and Leona’s dorms respectively. The Heartslaybul crew hid behind Deuce as he knocked the door to Ramshakle. They waited in anticipation as they heard shuffling and footsteps inside. The door opened with a creak to reveal the prefect still in their sleepwear. 

“Oh hey guys.. what do I owe the pleasure this early in the morning.” 

The group let out a resounding sigh of relief.

“I’m really your favorite right?”

“Deuce isn’t really your favorite right? 

Both boys said in unison only adding to ____’s confusion. 

“Guys what? I don’t think I’m awake enough for this yet-“ 

“We’re just glad you’re back to you being you babes~ We’ll let you wake up” Cater winked before grabbing the frosh and started to leave. 

“I’m glad the prefect is no longer so uncouth” Riddle stated as the group has exited ramshackle. The rest let out statements of agreement when Deuce felt his phone go off. 

Meanwhile  Ruggie and Jack knocked on their dorm leaders door. With no answer, they pushed opened his door and his was still sleeping *silent cheering* this was a good sign. If Leona was back to normal, Ruggie would die for this but he swore anything was better than peppy Leona. Thus, he started shaking the Leona and telling him to wake up. 

“OI” Leona growled loudly and slashing with his claws “KNOCK IT OFF”

Ruggie just looked back at Leona and broke into laughter.

“I never though I’d be so happy to see your murderous glare” he collapsed on the floor. The lions now confused and angry gaze made it’s way over the Jack. The wolf man looked down at the floor clearing his throat, “uhm it’s good to have you back Housewarden…” with that he backed out of the room and ran down the hall. 

And so, all was well again at Night Raven… well, that was until the next inevitable mishap. 

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I hope you liked it Anon!! I had to sneak in some Deuce love cause Deuce <3. This was a really fun request to write thank you! 

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[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter One)

Edited-ish. ~1.5k words

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My first great love was the ocean. Deep and dark, endless, with secrets and buried treasures. My second great love was like the ocean. Deep and dark, endless, with secrets and buried treasures.

“Dad?” You call as you let yourself back into the house. “Rose?” No one answers, so you try again as you enter the kitchen.

“Out here!” Rose’s voice filters in from the cracked patio door.

They are right where you think they are. A mojito is in Rose’s hand, and she is taking a generous sip while watching Wheezie practice her cartwheels in the grass not far away.

“Everything okay, Honey?” Your dad asks, sitting up straighter in the large wicker chair.

“Yeah,” you nod, hand running through your hair nervously. “I have news…”

Rose tips her head as she drags her gaze down the length of you. You ignore her, already aware that she is thinking of the worst thing possible that you could have done today.

“I got a job.”

“That’s great, Sweetie!” Ward grins while getting to his feet and pulling you into a hug. You hug him back as he plants a kiss on your temple. “You know you don’t have to, right? You are only 16.”

“I wanted to. I think it would be a good experience and give me something to do outside of the normal summer routine.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of doing what you do every summer, your gaze flickering to Rose, who is back in her own world.

“Where at?” He asks, sitting in his seat again.

“The Wreck.”

Rose's chin jerks, and she scrutinizes you again. “The Wreck?”

“Yes…” You fade out, aware of her opinion on the Carrera family. Rose did not like that Mr. Carrera had been a pogue before marrying into the Figure 8 side of the island. “I start tomorrow.”

“That is great,” your father reiterates. His sharp eyes are on his wife as she stirs her drink. The clear displeasure painted across her face. “Maybe Rafe will get in line now.”

“What about Rafe?” Your brother steps outside at the mention of his name.

“Your sister got a job,” Rose says, her tone biting as she practically glares at him.

You can feel Rafe’s gaze burning holes into the side of your head, and you try to ignore it but fail and let your eyes shift to meet his. He stares at you, his lips slightly parted in shock.

“Why?” He asks.

“I don’t know, Rafe,” Ward muses, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he stares at him. The disapproving father mask is on his face. “Maybe she wants to be a productive member of this family.”

“Dad,” you warn, but he ignores you. His pointed gaze glued to your brother. He just nods, hands shoving into the pockets of his khaki shorts before he turns on his heels and goes back inside. You huff, muttering great under your breath.

“Come cartwheel with me, y/n!” Wheezie calls.

“Maybe later,” you call back before going into the house. You spot Rafe heading for the front door, aware that he will likely be going to get enough coke to put down an elephant in his upset. “Rafe!” You jog after him. You are the only one that knows about his drug use, and it had been an accident to learn about it in the first place. A misplaced baggie and too much rambling from Kelce had

He glances back over his shoulder but shakes his head, turning back for the door. The sting of his dismissal settles in your chest, but you shove it to the side and hurry after him.

“Please!” You catch him and grab his forearm. “I’m sorry, that was not my intention. Dad is a jerk for saying that.”

He huffs, staring at you. His features softened at your worried expression. He knows what you are worried about at the moment. His need for coke to stave off the sinking disappointment in failing your father. “Forget it.”

“No, it’s fucked up. We both know it.”

He nods, hand dragging over his mouth. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

You study him before offering a halfhearted smile. “Are you leaving?”

“Golf with Top.”

“Drop me at Scarlet’s? Sarah is already there.”

“You can’t drive yourself?"

You shrug, patting his chest. “I want to spend time with my big brother. Besides, we both know I’m your favorite, and you’ll do anything for me.”

“The chances of you staying my favorite shrink the older and smarter you get.”

You mock laughter while grabbing your small purse. “Lies.”

He laughs, leading the way out to the truck. You climb into the passenger seat and immediately plug your phone into Apple Carplay before he can. He groans after climbing in when your favorite playlist begins to spill from the speakers.

“Calm down, it’s just for two songs max.”

He huffs but lets you slide by with it as he heads down the driveway.

After Rafe drops you off, you find Scarlet and Sarah lounging by the pool, along with Blair and Eleanora.

“There she is!” Blair grins at you once you are within her sights. “The missing Cameron twin.”

“Thank you for waiting for me,” you tease, spotting a few empty drinks.

“This one is for you,” Sarah hands you a crystal tumbler with a pinkish orange cocktail inside. The ice is already mostly melted, and condensation coats the outside of the glass, but you take it with a bright smile. A hefty sip has you humming in delight at the sweet taste.

“Careful, the alcohol is masked, but potent enough that you’ll have two and be on your ass,” El jokes, and you quirk an eyebrow at her. Her chin jerks to Blair, who lifts her leg out of the water to show a decent sized bruise forming on the back of her thigh.

“Damn!” You whistle and collapse into the lounger with Sarah. She groans dramatically but shifts to allow you room. “I got a job,” you whisper to her after another sip.

She practically chokes on her cocktail, and you giggle.

“Why?”

You shrug. “Change of pace. As much as I love our girl time, I don’t want to do this all summer.”

“At the clubhouse?” She stirs her straw around, mixing the drink more. She knows your worries about the kook life. It keeps you up most nights, and you always find your way into her bed. The twin bond keeps you in better spirits when you are around one another.

“The Wreck.”

Her eyebrows raise, and you shrug.

“It is good pay, decent tips, and gives me a chance to get away from the kooks.”

She nods, aware that your voice is low. A sister only conversation.

“I start tomorrow,” you offer.

“As long as you are happy, right?”

You nod.

“What did Ward say?”

“He thinks it’s great. Rose was not happy,” you giggle at the last part, and she grins. The evil stepmother role is not what you would label Rose as, but she is not a favorite amongst you and your siblings in the least.

“Here’s to pissing off Rose.” She cheers her glass against yours before you both take a drink.

“Hey, y/n!” Scarlet calls for you, and you turn your head to look at her as she sits on the edge of the pool. Her feet are in the water. “Kelce asked about you today.”

You scrunch your nose up, looking away from her as the others ooh, including your sister, who you elbow roughly.

“Ouch!”

“Serves you right,” you mutter before climbing out of the lounger. You shed your sundress to reveal your bikini before you join Scarlet at the edge of the pool.

El stares at you, and you do not miss the jealousy swimming in her green eyes. She had a thing for Kelce. No one else seems to notice, but you. She has carried a torch for him for nearly two years now.

“I’m not interested in Kelce, and he knows it,” you supply, a soft smile in her direction. “Besides, we would not be good a fit.”

“I think you would.” Scarlet nudges your shoulder with hers.

You shake your head. “No. He is too clingy, and I refuse to date one of my brother’s best friends. Rafe and I made a pact about it anyways.”

“What pact?” Sarah sits up.

You shrug, kicking a splash of water up. “It was last year when Rafe noticed Kelce’s staring. He made me promise not to date any of his friends, and I told him it would not be an issue.”

“Why didn’t he do that for me?” Sarah asks, bottom lip poking out a little.

You smile and turn your gaze to hers instead of the pool. “Because Topper and you were already practically dating.”

She rolls her eyes and sits back in the lounger. “I wouldn’t have listened to him anyways.”

“And that is reason number two.” You joke before taking a sip of your cocktail.

(Chapter Two)

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