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theghoulgirl · 5 months

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Adoration (Keith Kogane/Reader)

A 1,300 word oneshot that takes place after the war in which Keith and the reader both live together. Pretty much a slice-of-life in which they both get ready for bed on a cold winter night. (18+)

I also know I am writing for a pretty lifeless fandom, but alas, I wrote this because I wanted to. Not because I expect much traffic to come across it. If you do happen to stubble upon it, then I hope you enjoy!

As the sun wore down on the horizon, it covered the small town in a frigid chill. Luckily the two lovers were tucked away indoors in a desperate attempt to fend off the cold that crept outdoors. But despite their attempt, the youngest of the love birds could not effectively beat the freezing temperatures that had washed over the country.

“Keith, my dearest?”

“Yes hon?”

“I actually cannot feel my hands anymore.” Keith and (y/n) were snuggled up on the leather loveseat that sat in the living room of their house, with the memories of war behind them in the not-so-distant past. To further prove her point, she decided to stick an ice-cold hand under his shirt and rest it on his stomach.

Keith let out a surprised gasp and gently shoved her away with a bellowing cackle. “Dear god, go take a hot shower or something! What the actual hell, how is that human? Are you human? That’s not human. ”

(Y/n) let out a giggle at his rapid fire comments. “I’m not so sure I am anymore. Or maybe you’re not human, especially considering you are still as fiery as a furnace.”

“Yes. I am not fully human, we know this.” Keith waved his hand in a small circle.

“But that?” He pointed down at her hands “That is not human. I know human, and this ain’t it.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes at his antics and sat crossed legged next to him with her arms stretched above her head.

“Well it’s nearly a blizzard out there! You also won’t let me turn the temperature up, so I’m cold!” Although he is right about taking a shower. It’s nearly time for bed and my face feels incredibly gross. (Y/n) stared at Keith’s face in contemplation.

In a moment of courage, she whispered “Take a shower with me?”Keith shot her a gleeful smirk.

“There wouldn’t be any actual bathing if I joined. So, unfortunately, I am going to have to pass on your tempting offer.”

“But it would be fun and then I’d get to have, not one, but two different heat sources.” A crimson heat spread across her cheeks at the suggestiveness of her first comment. The corner of Keith’s eyes crinkled as his grin widened, and he patted her on as a sign to get up.

“Now. Go get a shower. You’re an ice cube and I do not have a nuclear core to keep you warm.”

“Fine. Fine. I’m going.”

After her vision cleared from standing up too quickly, (y/n) wrapped her jacket closer to her and waddled to the shared bathroom. She turned the shower nozzle to the highest setting, which could be equated to the surface temperature of the sun. While waiting for the water to warm, she removed her makeup that has been resting on her skin for far too long. Keith decided at the moment the mascara was being removed, to walk in and lean against the door frame with an adoring expression.

“Your eyes look like a raccoon.”

“Fuck off Kogane.” He let out a playful ‘no’ in response and squeezed her waist with one hand as he passed by to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. Keith nudged her hip with his to get her to scoot over so he had access to the sink. During the time that Keith began to brush his teeth, (y/n) had removed the rest of her make-up, racoon eyes included. She then began to notice the toothpaste foaming around Keith’s mouth.

“Keith, my love, have you been out in the woods recently?” He cocked his head to the side in confusion at the strange question and spit a wad of toothpaste into the sink.

“Not recently, but I did go this past weekend. Why?”

“Because you look like you caught rabies. Think we may need to get the vaccine for it.” (Y/n) smiled mischievously at her punch line and started to undress. Keith rolled his eyes at the joke and rinsed out his mouth. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and wiped off the excess water from his face.

“Ha-ha.” Keith sarcastically replied. “Very funny. Truly, a master comedian. Seriously, we should sign you up for the giggle hut.”

Now in the steaming hot water, (y/n) replied. “Oh yeah? Well I think you and I should do a dou act. We could call ourselves ‘The Racoon and the Rabies Virus’! Our entire act is just Steven King’s Cujo, but with a rabid raccoon instead.” Keith let out a genuine laugh at the comment and began to exit the room.

“Well, while you’re in there, I’ll be sure to send an email about our inquiry.” He shut the bathroom door with a soft ‘click’.

After the shower, (y/n) emerged into the bedroom with two towels wrapped around her hair and body. She began to rifle through her closet looking for pajamas, but also kept an eye on Keith’s side of the closet.

Keith sat on the bed with his legs bent and a tablet resting on his thighs, but his attention was solely on his partner the moment she waltzed in. A bright blush unfurled across his face as (y/n) tossed clothes onto the bed. With the last throw of a shirt, that does indeed belong to him, he snapped his attention back to the tablet and cleared his throat.

“I-um.” Keith bit his lip and began to fidget with his hands. “You know you’re indescribably beautiful, right?”

A wide smile bloomed across (y/n) face at the compliment, which normally is not verbally expressed by Keith since he uses physical touch or action as a medium of love. Though, along with the smile, her face also began to flush and she vocalized “I know my love. But it will always mean a lot coming from you.”

The two lovers gazed into each other as they got lost in the wonderment and adoration of the other.

What have I done to deserve someone as wonderful as her?

How in the world did I find someone like him?

As the sweet moment passed, a slow awkwardness began to settle in the air. (Y/n) started giggling. “It’s going to be very weird now when I take off my towels to put on my clothes.”

Keith laughed along at her comment as a playful look shot across his eyes. “No, it’s only weird if we make it weird. And my dear, this is not the first time you’ve gotten dressed in front of me, let alone have been nude.” He let out a sound of surprise as he dodged the towel that came flying at his head as (y/n) took off her hair towel.

“Put that over your head. I do not want you to look at me while I get dressed.” Keith, while laughing, obliged her request and draped the towel over his head. (Y/n) swiftly got dressed.

Keith looks like a sheet ghost.

“Okay, you’re in the clear.” Keith pulled off the towel and chucked it into the hamper. He picked up his tablet and put it on the side table before he opened up his arms as an invitation. (Y/n) approached the bed with a shy composure and lifted the duvet to crawl in and cuddle into his arms. She turned and rested her cheek against his shoulder and pressed a small kiss to his collarbone. Keith in response pressed a lingering kiss atop the crown of her head. They both took an individual inhale and exhaled as they sunk into the soft comfort of each other. Keith rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder as he said “Want me to turn off the lights?”

(Y/n) nodded in reply. Keith slapped the switch that was above the headboard and settled deeper into the pillows.

Despite the frost that was forming spirals on the window, the cold that was seeping through the floorboards, and the radiator rumbling in the basement, the lovers were both toasty between the heat that had formed between them. As the night wore and the wind grew colder, they dozed off into a dreamless slumber.

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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A Bearable Weight

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Summary: New Years Eve is the holiday of new beginnings, and you take a leap to see if Javi might be one of them.

Word Count: 3k

Story Warnings: T, plenty of sweetness, more ridiculousness because I can't help myself, some lightly spicy kisses. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Notes: I had to get these two to New Years. They were just too cute to leave hanging. I hope each and every one of you reading this waves goodbye to anything that made your 2022 difficult and enters 2023 with open arms and excitement. Now let's see where the new year takes Javi and Conejita!

Cross-posted on AO3

The restaurant is smaller than you thought it might be, unassuming in a strip of businesses. The sign for it is understated, white lettering on a black rectangle with a thin gold border - Aperitif. You’ve been studying the sign, and the door below it, for well over ten minutes, the chill night air creeping up your bare legs. The new dress you bought for the occasion - black, tasteful but a little sexy, an amount you’re comfortable with - weaves around your knees when a breeze makes you shiver. You look down at your heels again, still torn between whether the glittery gold is too loud for your personality or loving that they make you feel festive. Your hair is styled, your makeup is perfect, everything is ready for you to go inside.

And you’re still rooted on the damn spot.

Javi texted you a few times since the first voice message. Every new phone alert made your heart jump, evolving to a flutter when it actually was from him. He sent you photos of his friends’ Christmas tree, their dog plopping her head in his lap, the snow outside a fogged up window. He also asked you things about yourself, some that you expected and others that made you stop and smile.

What food will you eat if you’re having a bad day?

Best movies adapted from books?

Did your sister like the message?

Your sister did indeed, and after catching you grinning at your phone several times throughout the long weekend finally made you confess how you got it. Her elation over the serendipitous meeting was only eclipsed by your hesitation over seeing Javi again.

“Are you serious right now? Cute, funny, probably loaded, a dork, sweet, and definitely into you? I will drive you there and drop your ass on the sidewalk if you don’t do it yourself.”

So you accepted the invitation, which was accompanied by a string of excited texts filled with details and one that made you tingle from head to toe.

Thank you for accepting. I hope you will consider what I asked you in my first message. But only if you’re comfortable. I really like talking to you, no matter what.

A beat, then…

If you’d like to be mine, this year.

You did. Holy hell, you did. But you were also a classically trained overthinker, and the days leading up to New Years Eve were spent Googling and riding the rollercoaster of excitement and dread. The Gutierrez family had an online presence, and not all of it was good. Luckily it seemed like Javi wasn’t in the crosshairs, but the more you learned the more convinced you became that this was going to be a shitshow. Wealthy, influential, a lover of the arts and gorgeous in every photo you find, your hopes got buried a little deeper with each word.

He told you it was going to be a party, nothing large, but the idea of being in your department store dress among the elite of society made you want to cancel. Go out for coffee instead. Let yourself down gently when you realize how different your worlds are.

But then you find a voicemail - a missed call from Javi:

“Hi conejita, I hope all the texts have not been too much. I realize that you barely know me, and I am maybe moving a little too fast. I get…ah, well, I get excited. You have made me very excited, and I want to be, you know, ‘cool’ about it, but I am not so great at that. Anyways, I am…hah, yeah, excited to see you tomorrow. It will be a lot of fun. And, um…we don’t…I only want what you want, conejita. So let’s just…see where the night takes us. I know what I feel, but I…I only want you to…to know…agh! I am messing this all up. Sorry, this message is so long now. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m…I’m really happy to see you tomorrow. Okay, bye.”

What’s the harm, you thought after listening to the message three times. If it’s terrible you never have to see him again.

Another breeze ripples over your skin, finally making you move towards the door.

And if it’s amazing?

You smile to yourself and enter the warmth of the restaurant.

Aperitif looked small from the exterior, and the interior is about what you expected. It could maybe seat 30 fully booked, but the dining room has been cleared out in favor of buffet servers against the walls, the ivory bar lined with champagne glasses and eager bartenders shaking cocktails. The handful of people chatting inside don’t look like heiresses or oil barons. Your shoulders relax a fraction.

“Name?” the man at the door asks, a short list in his hand. You give yours and are ushered in, a drink immediately put in your hand and a string of metallic gold beads tossed over your head by a waitress.

“Happy New Year!” she says, taking your coat. You slip into the crowd looking for the only person you came here for - Javi. But his caramel curls and exuberant laugh haven’t reached you yet.

“I love what they’ve done with the decorations!” a cheery voice exclaims over your shoulder. You look around, then up to see a delicate web of black and gold streamers holding balloons precariously above you. One single streamer hangs to the floor behind the bar, which an olive-skinned hand points to. “I think at midnight they pull that.” You turn to see the woman speaking to you, and she’s...normal-looking. Peppy brunette with a sharply cut bob, sparkling brown eyes, and a glittery top with black slacks. Maybe you had nothing to worry about.

“That’s fun, I haven’t been out on New Years in ages,” you say, taking a sip of champagne. The bubbles tickle your tongue pleasantly. It’s good, much better than any champagne you’ve had at parties.

“Oh then you’ve come to the perfect place! Who invited you?” she asks, finishing off her glass and placing it on a waiter’s tray as it floats by.

“Javi,” you say, a little shyly. He mentioned that he was hosting it, but you had no clue who the other guests were. How long could you keep up the facade?

“Of course! How do you know him? I’m a long-lost cousin myself, been out of the loop for a while, but it’s nice to see him again.” She waits expectantly, and if you didn’t feel like throwing up before you definitely do now.

“Uhhh, we met…on a flight…” you start to say, working through how the hell you were going to explain the circumstances of your meeting to a stranger, when her eyes light up.

“Oh my GOD, it’s you!” she gasps, grabbing on to both your shoulders. “Javi told me about the girl on the plane on his way here. That story, the way he tells it, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. And you’re here! Now! I have to find him, he’ll be so excited!” She squeezes your shoulders again with a little squeal before darting through the crowd, a nervous giggle smothered in your hand.

He told people about you.

He told people about you in a way that made him sound happy.

You could burst, the light inside you is so expansive.

You’re about to follow when a large palm circles your bicep, turning you gently around in the crowd.

“You came.”

Javi says it like a prayer, like he believed but never thought a miracle would grace him. His curls are swept back from his face in tantalizing waves. He’s in a gray blazer, a navy button-up with some abstract patterning hanging onto his broad chest for dear life. The top three buttons already gave up the fight, chest dewy with the humidity in the room. But it’s his face that melts your anxieties away. His eyes drape warmth over you, fondness in their depths that he only hinted at in his messages. His soft smile lashes your heart into a gallop, breaking into one of your own.

“Of course. How could I miss it?” you say, winking when his grin widens. He leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, hand spreading across your lower back.

“I am so happy to see you, conejita,” he whispers, raising goosebumps along the nape of your neck.

Oh, you’re in it deep now.

As the night continues more people file in, filling the small space with chattering conversation. You find the bubbly brunette again, who introduces herself as Julia, and get to talking about houseplant care and aggravations. She’s unpretentious, passionate, and makes you feel like you belong. Honestly, most of the people do. As the night wears on and you shake more hands and spark more conversations, it dawns on you why these people are all together tonight. This is Javi’s circle, people who understand him and bring him joy.

Bashful happiness that you might bring him joy settles in your chest.

Javi scoops you up every few minutes, guiding you to new groups or asking you if you’ve tried something. The upscale pigs in a blanket are your personal favorite, snagging a whole tray for yourself when a waiter walks by. You’re almost embarrassed, but Javi’s crinkled smile as he tries to steal one and gets his hand slapped is worth it.

A murmuring begins by the entrance, a flocking to the door. Javi comes to your elbow, leaning on one foot and placing his warm hand on your lower back. He’s been doing it to you all night, every time you stand beside him, but it’s never less thrilling.

“What’s that all about?” you ask, your third glass of champagne fizzing delightfully under your skin. He catches someone’s eye in the crowd, gesturing them over.

“Just a good friend who came to visit.”

You almost choke on your sip of bubbles.

“Nicolas. Fucking. Cage,” you scoff to Javi under your breath as the man himself emerges out of the crowd. He’s bee-lining your way but stops to shake hands and engage in polite conversation. His emerald velvet jacket contrasts the burgundy button-up underneath nicely, but the faded Dad jeans and white tennis shoes clash adorably with the ensemble. “You could have warned me!”

“Your reaction was well worth your annoyance,” Javi placates, pressing you forward as the crowd falls back.

“How are you doing Nic? How’s the family?” Javi asks, pulling the famous actor in for a hug. They give brief updates, you standing back a step awkwardly. Debating on slipping away, Javi introduces you to Nic and pulls you back into the conversation.

“The girl on the plane,” Nic says, and if you ever thought his speaking affect was fake you’re certain now it’s genuine. He takes your hand in both of his, shaking it earnestly. “I heard your sister is a big fan. I hope she liked the message, I know it was a little rushed but, last minute on the holidays, you know…” You shake your head, fighting back your sister’s scream in the back of your mind.

“She was over the moon. Thank you again for doing that, it was very kind of you,” you say, trading a secret smirk with Javi. It’s a harmless lie, but the fact that he’s perpetuating it makes you even giddier.

“Well next time you’re at one of Javi’s parties you should bring her. I love meeting fans,” Nic says, giving you a pat on the shoulder and peeling off to get himself a drink. Javi slides back to your side, the laughter you’d been suppressing squeaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“Clara’s gonna die. I’ll have to lie to her to get her in the same room as Nic,” you sputter, leaning into Javi’s side as he puts an arm around your shoulders. Frenetic energy dissipating, you savor the solid breadth of his chest, that delicious citrus bite of his scent. He holds you there, and after a moment his cheek presses against the side of your head. He inhales, your face burning when you realize he’s smelling you.

“That’s it, you’re a wizard or something. No one can grant as many wishes as you,” you tease, twisting to look into Javi’s face. The crows feet and wrinkles smooth as he looks at you, eyes darting from your own to your lips and back again. “Thank you,” you finally say, letting him slide his arm down to pull you into his chest.

“It is I who should be thanking you, conejita. I’ve been living a full life, a better life in recent times, but it feels that much brighter when you’re close to me.” His touch is hesitant when his fingers graze your jaw, his hold loosening on your back. It’s all broadcasting only what you want. He would chase you if you let him, though if you stepped away now he’d let you. But in those touches are the longing to be more than acquaintances. And in this room you thought you’d never belong in, you feel safe, and seen.

Over the chatter and laughter swirling past, you talk. About Javi’s life, and your own. Your work and what you love to do. His love of movies, your love of old houses and national parks. Your mutual dislike of overused CGI elements and predictable jumpscares. He strokes your back, your arm, as you speak, sometimes needing to break away to say hello or answer a question, but unfailingly coming back to you.

As the final minutes near, you voice the question burning in the back of your mind.

“Javi, you’re so…” you gesture at this posh, gorgeous man standing beside you. “You’re so far out of my league I can’t even see you. And I know I’m a catch,” you interject, gesturing at yourself now with amusement. “I’m a snack, I’m a whole meal, I don’t deny it. But I’m more like…Applebees than Wolfgang Puck.” You wave your hands, banishing the jumble away. “I guess I just don’t understand why…me. Here. Tonight.”

Javi’s brow furrows, his mouth tightening into a pout as he casts his gaze down. Waiting is torture, needing to know if this is just a little thank-you or something more.

“One minute!” someone shouts, the excitement in the room ratcheting up another series of degrees as everyone gathers in the center of the restaurant. Javi leads you to the middle, the throng of people parting enough to give you some space inside it. Once your feet stop, he sweeps you into another embrace, this one firmer. His eyes roam your face, searching for something before he speaks.

“As much as I love the old movies, I do not believe in love at first sight. I believe in attraction, and common interests, and support. I believe in two people finding each other in the most unusual way and taking it as a sign. And when the universe gives you another chance and it only makes you want that person more, well…” Javi trails off, one hand coming up to curl around your head, his thumb stroking the hinge of your parted jaw. Your eyes must be hopeful because he barrels on.

“Well, I am not one to overlook lightning striking twice. And you are…you are not an…apple bee?” he asks, confusion twisting the words. You shake your head and pat his chest.

“It’s a, like, chain restaurant. Sorry, doesn’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t heard of it,” you murmur, stroking a finger along his lapel.

“But that’s just it, because I don’t agree with that. You are so much more than I wished. I feel like…not like a puzzle, but like…two rivers meeting. Both strong on their own, but together, mingled, are in harmony.”

“Okay everyone, get ready, on ten!”

“Javi, what are you…”

“Nine!”

“I want more of this, conejita. I want more of you. If you’ll have me too.”

“Eight!”

“I…do, but I just…it…it feels so…complicated.”

“Seven!”

“We do not need all of the answers now. Just one.”

“Six!”

“Which one is that?”

“Five!”

“Will you let me kiss you tomorrow?”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

“Yes, Javi.”

The restaurant erupts in cheers of “Happy New Year!” as people hug and kiss and celebrate. One of the waiters pulls the crepe paper cord and balloons tumble from the ceiling, packets of foil confetti dumping and exploding over the crowd. If you were paying attention you’d laugh, reach your hands up to the ceiling and try to catch handfuls of the glittering shower, but you’re preoccupied with Javi’s gentle smile before he pulls your lips to his.

If this kiss was a precursor to how your next year would go, magical might be a good descriptor. Or explosive. Swoon-worthy maybe. But perfect might be the best. Javi’s first chaste press is followed by deeper kisses, his full lips covering your own with quiet little pants. When he pulls back enough to see your kiss-drunk face his whole demeanor lights up, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you through the crowd.

Once tucked away on a bench in the back of the restaurant, he proceeds to kiss you with more fervor, tongue slipping against yours tentatively. He only interrupts the worshipful makeout with touches to your face like he still can’t believe you’re here. Covering his hands with your own, you tilt your head to one side.

“I feel like this is going to be a very good year.”

Javi’s sweet smile turns just a fraction devilish, and your heart flutters with it.

“Better than I could have wished for."

END

Part 3: A Gift of Light and Joy

#javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi g x reader #javi g x f!reader #prolix fics

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ladylooch · 1 year

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Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him.

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes. “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first.

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face.

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.”

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?”

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

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Crossfire ---✈︎ 2

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Word Count: 5,618

Summary: After a rowdy night of drinks and some beachside conversation, you find yourself growing closer to your new squadron, one member and one night drive at a time.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first part, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || tw: death mention, major character death, spoilers for TG: Maverick

Author Note: I am not hopelessly cruel, really, so I am going to be pretty quick with these uploads, so long as I get the last section done that - admittedly - still isn’t written. I love, love, love hearing your feedback so please do not hesitate to comment, reblog, flood my askbox, I wanna know your thoughts!!

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By the time you’re ready to go, most of the bar’s patrons had funneled out, including most of your squadron. Payback still sat on the other end of the bar, talking to a girl you didn’t recognize. You’d spent most of your time catching up with Penny, talking and ordering drink after drink. With abundant laughter rolling through you, the woman sighs looking at her watch. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Shiner, but it’s past 2. Bar’s closed for the night.”

With a drunken gasp you sit up. “You didn’t do last call!” You try, but a voice from behind you speaks up.

“Oh, she certainly did. You ordered three more Cojitos. I drank two of them.” Rooster is pulling his shirt back on over his white vest, snickering at your state.

“That’s rude. You pay for ‘em? Otherwise, you owe me two drinks.” You frown, causing Penny to jump in.

“He paid for them. Now, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” She offers kindly and you sigh, pulling your wallet out and tossing a tip on the bar. Penny picks it up with a face, shaking her head. “I’m not taking this.”

“Yes you are.” You try to argue.

“Nope. I can’t.” She puts the fifty back on the bar and you pick it back up.

“I’ll put it in your mailbox the next time I’m out your way and then you risk Amelia getting it.” You hold it up one more time and the woman sighs, taking it with a smile.

“G’night Lieutenant.” She hums, and you give her a mild salute before heading to the backdoor. You were more than content walking the beach for the rest of the night - you were off tomorrow, luckily. Part of you wondered if Maverick just wanted an excuse to have a three day weekend, but none of you were complaining.

As you’re walking the shoreline, you can feel the cool chill of summer air hit you, making you wrap your arms around yourself carefully. Paired with the cool water that laps over your toes every now and then, you find peace here. Looking up the beach, you can see the stars light up the mountains that surround the area, making you smile.

This was still one of your favorite places, even after all this time. You’re not sure what it would take to change that - if anything. Your last name breaks through the air from behind, leaving you to turn towards the sound. When you do, you spot Rooster, jogging up behind you. Finally, he catches up to you, shoes in his hand as he matches your pace. “You gonna walk all the way back to the base or…?” You can still smell the rum off his lips, and you’re sure that you are in the same predicament.

The free feeling that consumes you is rightly from the amount of alcohol running through you. You can’t help it, Cojitos don’t taste anything like alcohol, and you knew that going into the night. “Maybe. It would just be another workout you happen to interrupt.” You taunt him, spotting the grin on his features. It doesn’t initially hit you, but you eventually realize what was happening. What had once been out-right insults had morphed into teasing. Friendly or otherwise… you’re not sure.

“Well, I don’t want to stop you, but… “ He slows to a stop, causing you to do the same, looking at him as he extends his arm, shoes in hand with a pointed finger. “Base is that way.” Both of you begin to crack up, shaking your heads at your inability to navigate.

“I guess you prevented me from making a very, very long trip home then.” You hum as both of you head back to the Hard Deck.

“I guess I have. Especially if you let me give you a ride back. I’d hate to explain to Maverick where you drunkenly wobbled off to.” He digs an elbow into your arm, letting you giggle. You’re looking back at him, seeing his gaze on you, matched with a warm smile.

“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?” You ask, leaving him to shrug.

“You said it, not me.” Chuckling, he’s happily leading the way back.

When you do make it to the parking lot, you see his classic baby blue Bronco is the only vehicle in the lot. It’s a gorgeous car, which you stop to take a minute to appreciate. Fingers glide along the trim of the door, looking at it more deliberately as Rooster reaches into the trunk, grabbing a towel. “I’ve always loved classic cars. They make the day to day of life stand out.” He’s coming around the back of the trunk, opening your car door.

“Call it a hobby.” He shrugs, handing you the towel to brush the sand off your feet. You’re using the door to keep your balance, leaning against it as you half-ass your efforts to clean off your feet. Soon after, you’re losing your balance, falling forward, Rooster quickly reaching out his arms to catch you, which he does. You’re in a fit of laughter as he tightens his grip on you in an effort to stand you back up. Once standing, he’s holding onto your shoulders, looking you in the eye. You witness the laughter coming from him as well as he looks to the ground. “You alright?” Chuckling alongside you, he looks back up at you as you let one of your hands take his that’s resting on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” You giggle, using his support on your shoulders to finish the task before climbing in the car. Soon enough, he’s doing the same, climbing in and starting it with ease.

As you drive along the roads, the cold air finally starts to get to you. You’re about to roll up the window when he stops you. “Ugh, that window crank doesn’t.. Work.” He attempts to dissuade you, causing you to glance at him.

“Some hobby you’ve got, Rooster.” You taunt, seeing his smirk.

“Alright smartass, and here I was about to offer up the blanket in the backseat.” He waves you off when you pout.

“No, no, I’m sorry. Please?” You’re trying to fight the smile on your face, but you’re quickly failing as you move to another fit of giggles.

“Nope, guess you’ve gotta suffer.” He retorts, driving along with a calm ease to him. You’re looking around and finally notice you’re on a different route to base than you were anticipating.

“Hey, where we going?” You ask, watching as he takes a turn.

“Taking the long way. It’s a nice night out.” He shrugs. “I mean, I can head back if you need to get home-”

“I was just curious. It’s not like we’ve got work tomorrow.” You remind him, leaving him to grin. He’s fiddling with the radio soon after, hearing the intro to one of countless Elvis songs. You weren’t too familiar with his less popular tracks, which this one turned out to be. But, unsurprisingly, he knew each of the words by heart. He’s turning up the volume, singing along as he’s driving. Each time he sings a line, he’s theatrically adding facial expressions and hand gestures in tandem, cracking you up as you move around the roads of California, cool air rolling over both of you, wind in your hair. There’s still moisture thickening the air, carrying the smell of the ocean with it, bringing it with you, no matter where you were headed. Rooster turns into another parking lot, still happily singing along to a song about poor Elvis being unable to reach his sweetheart because she kept sending his letters back. ”Alright, if this is your attempt to kill me, you could’ve just poisoned me with alcohol and left me on the beach.” You comment, seeing him shake his head as he climbs out of the vehicle.

“I’m not in the mood to be dishonorably discharged from the Navy, Moon.” He’s quick with a response, the back of the truck vibrating. Curiosity gets the best of you and you’re climbing out. By now, you’ve started to sober up, watching his actions. Rooster climbs up into the bed of the truck, turning and looking down at you. Soon after, he’s sticking out a hand, expectantly waiting for you to take it to climb up with him. So you do, climbing up and balancing yourself. He then hands you a blanket, which you happily wrap yourself up in as he settles in a comfortable spot against the back windscreen. You mimic his spot, looking around.

“What are we doing-” Soon, your chin is being directed upward with a gentle grip between his thumb and forefinger. When you find the sightline he’s after, you hum with surprise.

“My dad brought my mom and I out here right before he died. They were having a firework show and he set up a cushy spot in the truck bed and let us sit and watch. Not a soul was in the lot with us. When the fireworks finished, he had a box of sparklers for me to play with while he and my mom caught up. We had to leave not even two days later.” The two of you sit with your heads tilted up towards the sky, looking at the stars, finding constellations. “On days like today, when I feel like it gets a bit too much… I try to get back there. Back when it was the three of us.” He shifts in his spot, leaving you to look at him. It’s very faint, but along the specks of gold in the melting pot of brown and green that were his eyes, you got the reflection of the stars. There’s immense beauty in them - the stars and his eyes.

The quiet has tucked the two of you away by now, with you still watching his eyes, Rooster watching the sky. “Thank you.” Finally he turns back to you again when you speak. “For a piece of quiet. I think… we both needed this.” You glance back up to the sky again.

You’re in that lot for nearly an hour before you get back into the cab of the truck and head to base. Finally, you’re past the gates again, parking and starting to climb out. You’re not wanting to leave the warmth of the blanket, but you drop it back into the truck bed anyways. You’re starting towards the sidewalk when Rooster catches up again, tossing you something. A jacket, which you’re happy to take. Pulling it on, the two of you walk, mindlessly for the most part. Soon enough, you come up on your door and you stop. “I think it might be time to call it a night.” You suggest and Rooster nods with a yawn.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Pocketing his hands, the two of you awkwardly stand there as you begin to unlock the door. You’re about to open it when your name comes from him.

Your first name. Which makes you look at him. He’s carefully stepping forward as you wait for him to say something. Instead, his head begins to dip towards yours. Instinctually, you’re closing your eyes, just as his lips meet yours. It’s awkward and sloppy, your noses smush against one another, but it is the best feeling. His hand comes to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer until you break the contact, needing air. When you do, you open your eyes again, meeting his shortly after. “Goodnight, Moonshine.” He pulls himself from you, a quick salute of his fingers as he turns to head to his own dorm.

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When you arrive at the airfield the next day, you’re surprised to see the note on the whiteboard in the hangar. In poor penmanship, likely Maverick’s, sits a message in blue ink.

Materials required for today’s lesson: swimming attire.

As the team huddles around the board, you look at one another in confusion. Still, you all split to go and grab the requested article.

When you return, Maverick stands with an old school Fighter’s shirt and swim trunks, sunglasses on his face - a football wedged between his side and his arm. “We’re going on a field trip.” The fourteen of you - including Mav and Hondo - make your way to the beach just in front of Penny’s bar, where he explains that for this mission to have a greater success rate, you would need to learn to communicate and coordinate with one another, which would be done off the airfield and in the sand in the form of ‘Dogfight Football’.

It takes you all a minute to get the rules straight - but when you do, you’re all going at top speed. You’ve found that Rooster has taken to the game like a fish to water, which is far from where you’re at. You’d never been strong at team sports, but Rooster is happy to pull you to the side to explain what you were missing; His mini-lessons would assist you as you got further along in the game. There are plenty of times where you end up on your back, rolling in the sand with your teammates as Hondo attempts to referee the game. When the sun is setting for the day, none of you are ready to go home as Maverick himself joins in on the second round of the game. You’re grabbing a drink of water when out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rooster peeling the white vest from his chest. Half of your water ends up out of its container and onto your own chest as you register the sun’s glare on his skin. You curse, wiping at your mouth and haphazardly get the lid back on. “Moonshine! We’re waiting on you!” Fitch is shouting from his spot near the water, making you drop your bottle.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Hours pass before your energy is fully exhausted, wherein Maverick ‘dismisses’ the class, the boys all heading to Penny’s back porch for a beer, leaving you and Phoenix to head back to base for a shower. The two of you climb into your car, starting the engine and blasting the AC. You’re like a bat out of hell as you pull away from the building, desperate to wash off the sand, salt and sweat off.

“Well that was an unexpected way to get a point across.” Phoenix starts, already pointing the vent toward her to try to beat the stuffy heat of the car, having been baking in the waning sunlight of the afternoon.

“I think it worked really well, honestly. There was one point where I even saw Hangman and Rooster high five.” It’s spoken with a sarcastic tone, but you’re certain that the two were finally getting along - somewhat. At least you hoped, especially after the stunt Hangman had pulled in the lecture hall the other day, that nearly ended in a physical altercation between the two men.

“Let’s pray it did. Something tells me this is going to be the beginning of the end.” Phoenix sighs and you understand what she means. There were no shortcuts and no fooling around from here. Shit was about to hit the fan when it came to training. Both of you grow quiet. Soon after, the sun is nearly blinding you with how low it’s gotten and you’re cursing.

“Hey, can you grab my sunglasses from the back?” You ask her for a favor as you drive, knowing you’d changed your shirt and forgotten them somewhere in the backseat. The brunette shifts herself to look for them, rummaging around for a while before she pulls a faded blue jacket from the backseat, handing over your sunglasses while focused on the item. “Thanks.” You take them easily, sliding them over your nose and glancing at her.

“This is yours?” She asks, holding the fabric up by the shoulders. “Looks a little big for you.” When you glance over, you’re finally registering what she’d pulled out.

“Oh, no, that’s a friend’s.” You try to leave it at that as she inspects the patches sewn onto the denim, fingers tracing over the red thread that secures it to the jacket.

“A Navy friend?” She gives an unamused squint of her eyes towards you before further inspecting the jacket, it seems as though she’s been clued off with the vintage Naval badges that litter it. When she finds the label, she finds an embroidered ‘G’ on the tag, a near gasp leaving her as she connects the dots. “Shiner, does this belong to who I think it does?” Her voice is filled with disapproval, clutching the fabric tightly into a fist.

In an attempt to tranquilize the argument that’s inbound, you begin your line of defense. “Now hold on, you abandoned me at the bar the other night and Rooster drove me home. His window was broken and I was cold, so he let me borrow his jacket. I just haven’t gotten around to returning it, which is why it’s still in my car.” With a rational explanation, she tosses the jacket back to its place on the back seat with a thunk.

“Okay, good. So long as it doesn’t go past that.” You give her a weird look, causing her to continue. “I mean, I’m glad that you guys are starting to get along but I’ve heard things. He’s got a reputation you know. Not to mention, he’s screwed you over before to get what he wants. I just… don’t want you to feel cheated out of a spot again.” As she says it, it burrows itself into your brain. You’d not thought of that. What if it had been a ploy to distract you? To get you to fall behind so he could come out on top again? You sweep it under the rug, after all there’s nothing that pointed to any malicious intent right now, at least not from what you can tell.

“I see what you mean. I appreciate the lookout, Phee, but I think we’re gonna go the route of ‘guilty until proven otherwise’. It was just a ride home after all, no different than this.” You wag a finger between the two of you, referring to the current ride you’re on, as you pull onto the road to the base she nods.

“You’re right, you’re right. Just trying to get ya to tread with caution.”

So you do. The next few days you take a small step back from Rooster, strictly professional - pilot to pilot. That is until the shock of Admiral Kazansky’s death comes to all of your doorsteps.

The service left all of you quiet. No one spoke a word, especially not Maverick. Not on the way there, or the way back. You truly felt as though you’d never stood more still for a salute than you had that day. With a blue sky and a gentle breeze sending the flag unfurling, you stood like steel, all while pushing emotion back as best as you can, but it’s difficult when you can see your own captain starting to crumble. You never thought you’d find yourself vulnerable enough to waiver from the enduring practices the Navy had put you through. Yet, you flinch when Maverick pins his Naval Badge into the coffin.

You tried to find peace after the service had completed, which meant you were at the beach again, thinking over it all.

From what you’d heard, he’d been ill for some time, yet no one really knew. Perhaps that made sense. The Admiral did not want anyone to see him for anything other than what he was: A lion–hearted man who saw opportunity in everyone, no matter their rank or place in life. After all, it was because of him that Maverick was placed in his position as your instructor and for that you owed him plenty.

As you’re about to head home, you spot the familiar pilot at the stoop of the Hard Deck. Taking counted steps, you’re joining him at his spot, making it comfy as you look at him. “Hey. How are you holding up?” You’re careful with your question, primarily as you can’t imagine being in his shoes.

You watch Maverick’s shoulders shrug, before you let a hand rest on one. “Yeah, me too.” Instead of prodding the conversation further, you look at the water lapping on the shore, listening to the crashing sound.

“No one tells you how many friends you lose when you join the Navy.” Mav speaks with such bitterness, leaving you to look at him.

“Is this you telling me?” You try, an effort to lighten the mood, ever so slightly. He glances at you with a small smile before sighing.

“Just might be. We weren’t exactly at war or anything but I can still tell you I’ve been to more funerals than I’ve ever expected to be at.” He’s fiddingling with his hands, making you watch as he’s picking at a hangnail.

“I hope that won’t be the case with us.” You offer, which makes him look at you. Of course you had your concerns with the rest of the group, they’d started to grow on you - like algae or a bad pop song that’s been overplayed.

“Us, huh?” He points it out and you smile, shaking your head as you lean into him.

“Yeah. Us. They may be assholes but they’re admittedly my assholes.” You retort with a happy grin. “I hate to think that one day they won’t be with us, if that’s by choice or happenstance… I think part of me came to realize that today.”

Maverick rolls his head towards the parking lot as he hums in agreement. “I just hope for all of you it’s at the hands of something potentially expected. I would hate for it to just.. Come up and grab you all by surprise.”

You can’t even imagine. You’ve thought about - especially when it comes up in conversation with Rooster. Losing his parents both so unexpectedly… you hated to think about how that impacted him. First his dad, he couldn’t have been more than 6. Then his mom in the middle of what are supposed to be some of the best years…

“What was Rooster’s dad like?”

For the next forty minutes, Maverick happily goes on about their days in TOPGUN and prior. What Rooster had been like as a kid… how they had quickly fallen out over something neither of them enjoyed. You had half the mind to ask what it would take for the two of them to get back onto the same terms but you’re not sure it’s entirely possible at this point.

“It’d take a miracle, kid.” He sighs, standing up to head out - presumptuously to Penny’s to seek some well needed guidance that you weren’t able to provide.

“Well as it stands we’re working on being miracle-workers. I’ll give you a call if the first two work out.” You tease, referring to the very mission you all had to tackle. The amused yet disapproving grin on his features is enough reassurance to be comfortable leaving him again, seeing he’s in much higher spirits than when you found him.

You stand with caution, hands in the pockets of the jacket on your shoulders - yes, that jacket, and it seems that Phoenix isn’t the only one to notice it.

When his head raises, Maverick smiles at the sight. “Man, I haven’t seen this in years.” He reaches up, pulling the fabric from your torso to get a better look at it, only for you to let your arms come out in a T shape, displaying the coat for him to see, the worn patches proudly stitched into the material. You take your time and slowly spin for him before sitting down.

“Rooster let me borrow it on the way home the other night. Keep forgetting to give it back to him.” There’s guilt in the confession. You’re keeping a part of his dad from him, but at the same time… it smelled like Rooster. And maybe you selfishly wanted to keep it a little longer for that reason.

“He must trust you a great deal then.” Maverick makes the comment which leads you to look at him with confusion.

“You think?” This causes him to laugh.

“Oh, I know. He barely talks to me about his folks, let alone lend me their cherished belongings.” The captain has a point there, it’s a sharp comparison to what Phoenix had suggested, which is far more reassuring than you expected it to be. You’re now realizing you haven’t said anything for a while. Before you can form a sentence, your instructor stands, looking down at you. “Be careful.” He speaks before heading out to the direction of the parking lot.

Suddenly you’re not sure if he’s talking about the jacket or the man who owns it.

The following morning, you find your team at the lecture hall, expecting another day of Maverick chasing you down in the air or making you want to hurl with half radius turns but instead, you’re met with Admiral Bates and Simmons. You’d not seen them since the first day of your assignment when they’d introduced Maverick. Who is nowhere to be seen.

It’s then that Admiral Bates explains that Maverick is gone and Admiral Simmons is taking over and to top it all off, you now have only a week to do the impossible.

As if you weren’t already shitting bricks at the start of all of this. Now you were being tested to do something that hadn’t even been done before. One of you was about to speak up when the nearest radio starts up about an unauthorized F-18 in the air. When the pilot identifies themselves. Maverick was in air and about to attempt the run - in 2.15.

You all had your ears honed, eyes fixated on the screen in front of you, watching his position, speed, time.

He’s. Doing it.

The group surrounding you is jumping into comments, encouragements, mumblings. Sat with your arms crossed against your chest, you watch like a hawk as the captain approaches the target…

Contact.

For the rest of the morning, the group is electrified and frankly - won’t shut up about it. Hungry, you suggest lunch at a nearby sub shop along the beach. About five people take you up on it, including Rooster. You all navigate there before sitting down to eat. Unsurprisingly, you’re the first to finish your meal, seeing as everyone else is too hyper-fixated on the run that Maverick had shoved in Simmons’ face.

Eventually, the energy dies down as people leave, which leaves you and Rooster as he starts to finish his meal. You’ve cleaned up, and didn’t want to abandon him, so you sit as he munches on what’s left of his sandwich. Your gaze has shifted to the window, only before you hear the other attempt to speak, but with his mouth full, you can’t make out very much. “Wanna try that again?” You tease, looking back toward him, seeing him wipe at his mouth in an attempt to clean up.

“I was saying that Coyote suggested we have a weekend for Dogfighting Football again.” He brings up a conversation that you’re actually willing to engage in.

“Really? Even though he got his ass absolutely pummeled?” You lean back in your seat, boots pushing off the side of his chair to let you rock on the back two legs.

“Oh yeah, he’s looking for redemption, obviously.” The male crumbles up his parchment paper and remaining crumbs from his sandwich, tossing it in the little plastic red basket they served their sandwiches in. “You ready to head out?” A nod, you let all four legs sit on the floor again, heading to the door way before Rooster was ready. You’re stepping out into the sun again, smiling as the golden rays warm your skin. You keep the door open for your company who is trailing behind you. You’re about to head to the car when Rooster turns down the road even further.

“Car’s the other way, Bradley.” You comment, catching up with him. The name is so easy off your tongue, you nearly don’t catch the discrepancy. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of your mistake. “Did I just call you, Bradley? Shit, Rooster. Rooster.”

You’re scared to look at his expression, wondering how badly you’d screwed up. But instead of the menacing glare you’re expecting, you get… nothing. He’s fiddling with a green packet of gum he’s retrieved from his pocket. Finally he speaks as he shoves a stick of gum into his mouth. “Eh, don’t freak about it. As for the car, I know it is. I’m not entirely eager to get back to Maverick’s fanbase just yet and something tells me neither are you.” He gives a knowing smirk while offering gum from the pack as he strolls along the boardwalk. You politely decline, leaving him to pocket it again.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly impressive.” You offer, pushing your sunglasses down from your head and back onto the bridge of your nose.

“Incredibly. Really.”

“Absolutely.” Both of you are snickering when you come upon an ice cream stand. Seeing the cartoon popsicles makes you smile, Rooster catching it and slowing down. He’s staring at the menu pensively, making you also look over the options. There’s dozens of options, but you have one picked out, pulling your wallet out. Rooster speaks up.

“Can I get the Spiderman popsicle, and whatever the lady wants?” While fiddling with your wallet, you hadn’t realized that he had a ten bill in his pocket and had already handed it over to the vendor.

“The Spongebob popsicle please.” You smile kindly at the woman under the umbrella watching as she pulls them both out for you, handing over the change, which Rooster drops in her tip jar. She gives a nod, thanking him before the two of you continue on whatever path you were on. Unwrapping your treats, you stick out your hand for his wrapper, which he happily deposits in your hand, leaving you to drop them in a nearby barrel with a black garbage bag. A faux garbage can if you will. He holds his popsicle out towards you, leaving you to bump yours with his as though they were champagne glasses.

Both of you enjoy your walk in the California sun, no words exchanged, just enjoying a nostalgic treat and the view around you. It seems as though the sun is melting your treat faster than you can consume it though, as Spongebob’s eyes begin to droop with the melting confection. It leaves you with little choice, grabbing the gumball with your teeth before chewing it. Rooster shakes his head. “You’re ruthless. Stealing eyeballs left and right.” He says it with such a straight face, making you laugh, nearly dropping your popsicle.

With sticky hands and stale gum, the two of you start back to your car to head back to base. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do push-ups when we get back for being late.” You point out, seeing the leisurely pace your teammate is walking at.

“Eh, I don’t know, maybe if we kiss enough ass Maverick will let us off with a warning.”

“That is if he was reinstated to his post.” You remind him, knowing that he had technically stolen the jet he’d performed his record run at.

“Valid points were made.” He offers as you start toward your car when you reach the gravel parking lot. It reminds you of the conversation you’d had the other night about the origin of the three scars on his chin. You unlock the sedan, climbing in with ease. Though, as you’re starting the car, you hear a thump come from Rooster’s side. You turn to see him cursing and rubbing the side of his head. Laughing, you reach over with concern.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You find the spot he’d collided with the car frame with, carefully running fingers over it.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He huffs, reaching up to grab your wrist, pulling your hand down slowly. When it's back in his lap, you smile, waiting for him to let it go only to ruffle his hair before you back out of your spot.

“Klutz.” You start on the coastline road that leads back to base, hearing him mess with the AUX cord in your car. When he’s plugged in his phone, you half expect some old school music like the other night, but instead, the familiar comedic chanting from Blue Swede’s Hooked On A Feeling comes through instead. Rooster has the window down, starting to sing along, theatrics and all. Amplified even, since he’s not in the driver seat this time. He’s practically rocking the car as you pick up speed down the highway. You’re still giggling as he does so, catching a glance of him mock singing into a microphone. As you approach a stop sign, he looks at you with a knowing smile, having put a pause to his nonsense. The chorus kicks into high gear again, leaving him to start the high note, letting you laugh again. You cover your mouth with one hand, the other still on the wheel. As he carries on, you see him share your brief eye contact. Hazel eyes you’ve come to know like the back of your hand.

Hazel eyes you’d begun to fall for.

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spitonme-yourdirtyslut · 13 days

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Hi everyone! Hope you're having a good day/ night.

Soooo, I've got a little storytime of the amazing evening I had last weekend with someone. Online! That's what's still so surreal for me!!! I didn't plan on sharing this here even though he suggested it, but I knew I had to get it out cuz I cannot get the whole thing out of my mind since it's happened. Also, excuse me for the typos or bad grammar, English is not my first language. The colored texts will be out of our conversation, and the red ones are messages that made me lose tiny bits of my brain, for those of you taking hints. And last but not least:

This will be NSFW and 18+ content, so read at your own risk.

This man, A, almost twice my age, messaged me earlier in the past week commenting on a picture of mine. For me, it was around 3 AM and I was horny. But nothing really happened besides me giving away my sc and him threatening to r@pe me as I sleep and that I'm just a cvmdump for older men.

When we messaged again after some days, he told me I answered like a pet. It confused me because it was just a simple question, asking me what I was up to when we didn't speak. He then asked me what I was up at that moment and to send a pic. It was around 2 in the afternoon for me, so I was in the garage enjoying the fresh breeze, wearing only underwear and a top. This was A's reaction:

You're not chilling in the garage like that. Is someone coming to r@pe you or something? Has to be. You're baiting to just be r@ped like that.

I wish someone would.

I'd want you to dress up for me though. It won't be so easy for you, but I'd still rape you. Say it. Someone would do what?

I wish someone would rape me right now - for being dressed like this.

Take your tits out and slap them.

Right now and here?

Would a r@pist think? Now I'd start with a slap to your face instead.

I've never hit myself before.

Could be a good start. Show me.

For the first time in my entire life, I've been slapped on my face. And I did it to myself, no less! And filmed it?!

See? You look like a pet, too. So helpless. But pretty.

(After some minutes) You didn't slap your tits next. How long do you think I would take to get there?

Around 10 at night, we spoke again. I told him I still wanted to do it. I was just eager for it - to record myself slapping my tits and share it to please this man. He asked me why I stopped replying and if I have a discord (the answer on thay is no, btw.) I told him I slept for some hours, did my chores, and I then showered.

I should have watched you shower. I'd definitely joined in. And if you begged properly I'd have probably given you a golden shower..before cumming in your mouth. What are you wearing?

I sent him a pic and confessed that I've been curious to experience a golden shower.

You should pour some water on you. So it looks like I peed on you. Get that little top all wet, exposing your erect nipples. Giving me a sign that you're ready to be r@ped. And make a discord, too. I want to watch you like I have a secret cam on you.

I sent him my pic of a soaked shirt. And said no to making a discord account.

This makes me want to bruise you up. You would never say no if I were around. Pretty sure I'll make porn with you and show off to people. Get your tits out now.

I sent a pic with my shirt up.

Good girl. Now time to start pinching those nipples. And then slap them.

I made and sent my video, unable to bite my lip in it. My nipples erect from the wet shirt and cool. They were so sensitive at that point.

You're liking it a little too much. I'd have turned your tits red now. I'd be much much rougher. I want you to look around for things that you can suck on, like it's a dick. Suck on it, moving around like a good pet.

I suspected I would like it, but it turned out feeling even better. There's nothing around to suck on. What about my fingers?

Show me around. There has to be something. You have no idea. You'd love everything I do to you. You'd only want to be a full-time pet for me.

Are you from far away? You're only making me curious.

Unfortunately, yes. But maybe someday I'll be close enough to you to abduct and r@pe you.

Sounds like a fantasy dream come true.

It would be. Doesn't mean I need to be there to use you.

Can't show you around. I'm not in my own room tonight and with risk allowing you to see more. (I was in our living room because I gave up my room for a guest we had sleeping over that evening.)

Ooh. Scared, aren't you? How about you take your panties off and shove them down your throat.

I took a picture of pushing my shorts down to show I wasn't wearing any.

Now it's time for cunt slaps. Would you okay with playing with an icecube too?

Yes. Ice cubes first? Or spankies on my privates?

Spankies first. Don't call them that. Call them your holes.

Spankies on my...holes.

Good girl.

I shared the video of me slapping my cunt through my shorts. I felt the slaps, but barely. He told me I needed to be rougher because I had shorts on. So I did it again. Harder this time and it started making me squirm. Slapped myself 3 more times in this video.

Look at you starting to like it. Now, slap bare cunt.

I have to show you my holes?

You're scared or shy?

Both!

You'll love showing off then, little r@pedoll.

I did the same, slapping myself 4 or 5 times on my cunt, only this time I was bare and the impact made me gasp and squirm. And I might even have rubbed my clit to prolong the good sensation.

Can I play now?

Get ice. (And he gave me instructions) I'd love to watch it all on call, but if you want to just snap, that's okay.

I want to try it...on call.

I asked some questions while he tried to convince me. I felt so nervous and shy and wanted to please him, knowing it would please me. I'd played with ice cubes before, but never like he told me to, and my nerves for the best of me. I told him that I couldn't do it.

You'll forget about all your nerves once you start. Just like those bare spankies. But if nothing, you can record and share.

Yes, this please.

Get started then. And don't stop until the ice melts. You'll be such a mess. I wish I could just best your ass on call.

Beat my backside for speaking politely?

Backside? Say it like it is. You can be polite. But you need to serve your role as an obedient little pet first. So, of course, you'll get punished and beaten.

Of course. Not that you'd need permission, but yes, you can spank my ass whenever I'm not pleasing you enough. Like that?

How dare you use your brain when you're supposed to be my pet. Next time you won't dare to think.

We'll see about that, mister.

Don't be so smart when you were just slapping your cunt on command. Now decide quick and start playing.

First, I had to rub the ice cube around my nipples over my shirt. Even through it, my body reacted instantly. And it made me curious and eager to play with it on my bare skin.

Look at how your tits are responding. Those tits aren't yours anymore. Your body isn't yours anymore.

Then I had to pull my shirt up and rubbed slow circles around and on my nipples. I knew it would feel incredible and cold, but I wasn't prepared at how much actually. Before I even realized it, the cube slipped out of my fingers and slid down my body, and rested right at the inside of my thigh. Making me gasp because OMG!!! I was not prepared for that!

Then I took another cube because the other had melted already. And this one I had to rub around my cunt before sliding it from my wet pussy to my clit, and back again. Feeling that made me jump and sit upright, not that that helped me at all. I was squirming and biting my lip to keep from moaning. Refraining to beg A to let me stop all together or let me hurry it up.

This is how needy you'll be for me. All this when I'm not even there.

Next I had to put the cube in my cunt. And right when I pushed it in, it slid right back out, resting exactly against my asshole. It was completely accidental, but it made me think about teasing myself there with the cube. Though I absolutely did not dare do or ask for it. The ice cube melted almost immediately when I put it in again because it had mostly melted when I played around my privates. Ahem..I mean, my holes.

Good little cunt. Don't stop now, I see you twitching. You're so horny now, you'd bent over on the road for me.

He was so right! But I was also so nervous! The feeling of an ice cube in my cunt was new to me, so foreign. But I was curious to experience it again. And I wanted to please A. So I had put in three more with my legs pushed up. My pussy felt so tight but the cubes slid in like a hot knife through butter. None of them were pushed out, and I felt so proud of myself because I could feel where the cubes were exactly, in a row very close to my entrance, almost like beads. Ones I felt melting with every passing second. And as you must know by now, it made me squirm and I let out moans I couldn't hold back, as much as I wanted to keep them in. I pushed my finger in and the last one, just small and flat like a candy the moment right before it dissolves in your mouth, slid out. As small as it was, I still felt it against my asshole and how it melted right there. I felt so needy now, so I asked if I could finally make myself come now.

A wanted to video call while I did it and the idea still made me feel so nervous but I was just so needy that I'd do almost anything to get myself off. And he already had said yes, cum for me so I thought 'might as well let him enjoy more of the show he was orchestrating.' Only thing was, I was finishing the show. And myself literally, haha. I set up my phone so A could see me from the neck down because I just could not get myself to reveal my face as I was about to masturbate for this man.

The call was 3 minutes 15 seconds.

I was not so slowly rubbing clit when A answered. He had his camera off one moment and the next I saw him stroking his cock while I rubbed myself. It was sooo hot to see how hard I made him and I just needed something inside of me. He was too far away to do something about it himself. Was around 1 AM for me and I think I saw daylight on my screen. Put in my middlefinger in and my cunt felt so tight because of the ice that had melted there. Was fingering myself now, dangerously close to coming. Then I saw A swinging his cock?! Slowly at first which had me moaning through my blurry sight. He did it more and more, faster now and I finger fucked myself harder. I even tried to put another finger in because I still felt empty but couldn't because of how tight I already was. So don't you ask me how his big cock would fit in me. Maybe he'd just force it into me with his hand on my mouth to keep me from screaming. Or moaning. Or both? Yes, definitely both. A had turned his camera off but seeing his hard cock swinging was seared into my brain. Thinking of him right there with me, fucking me with that big cock instead of my tiny finger. Slapping me on the face, spit on it, spit on my tits and slapping them, too. Which would make me moan from the unexpectedness slaps, but oh so good!!! I was biting my tongue now. I wanted to moan, as if that would magically bring A to me. Felt myself getting tighter just thinking about it. Also in the back of my mind, I thought how anyone from the house could get up and see me playing with myself in the living room. While I was on a video call with a mean stranger. It was all too much and I came, biting my lip to keep silent. Just held my fingertip on my clit as I came, my body quivering like it had its own earthquake. I put my finger back in to taste myself and LORD!! I kid you not, I think I was even sweeter than when I'm masturbating on my own. Got in for more, twice or three times with two fingers now. Tasting myself on them, thinking about sucking his cock clean of our combined juices. My cunt literally twitched at the idea of that. I had this huge smile on my face when I was done.

I hung up because I didn't hear or see anything. But as I was catching my breath from the orgasm I just experience and the fact that I'd done it on video call, I heard his message. He told me how happy I looked when I finished and even thinking back now, happy was an understatement. I felt like I had wings, flying through the clouds. We spoke a little more. How he could see some of my mixed feelings but also how my body reacted to whatever he told me to do.

I went to clean up and took a shower where I was smiling from ear to ear the whole time. Or talking to myself. With a huge smile on my face. "Holy Jesus Christ shit! I did not just do that. Yes, I did. It was fun, wasn't it? Excuse yourself, more than fun. It was freaking out of the world hot. Still not over seeing him swinging his dick for me. I think that was THE hottest thing. Congrats, M. You've officially made a slut of yourself now."

When I got back, I noticed the wet spot of the dripping ice and my orgasm. I sent A a pic, saying this was the wet spot I'd have to sleep on because of what we did. After some minutes, when I was already starting to shut down, he laughed and said "but it will be a nice fulfilling sleep."

That was sooo true. I fell asleep within minutes, without even saying goodnight. I was bothered by the wet spot for the 2 to 3 minutes I was still awake. So satisfied and sleepy to do anything about it or even get up to sleep on the couch. And I slept like a baby. Didn't wake up throughout the night or hear anyone up and don't even remember dreaming.

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, that was it. Thank you for coming to my therapy session. I'm already feeling better and horny now. If you've read this far, let me know if I should share some of the pics.

~ Xoxo, M.

#ns/fw content #older man younger woman #agegap #p!ss kink #wet and needy #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #r@pe threads #attention wh0r3 #c0ckslut #my diary

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nushy · 2 years

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i'm too depressed to think so here you go.

part 3 is up.

(you can find pt.1 here and pt.2 here)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you are the new girl in town and Eddie is seeing something he likes. And you too. (i am sooooo bad at summaries)

warnings: a lot of spelling and grammar errors (sorry, english is not my native language), i guess cursing and strong language??

idk it's kinda fluffy and sweet.

other than that, this is pretty boring part.

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“I’m telling you, we spent the weekend together” Eddie tried to convince the other boys from the Hellfire club, but they were buying none of his shit.

“Eddie, yesterday you said you were sick and that this is why we won’t be playin’. Now you say that you were with a girl.” Gareth looked him in the eyes, waiting for the truth.

“Yeah, we know that you feel bad cause we have girlfriends and you don’t but you don’t have to lie to us. We are your friends.” Mike said, Eddie looked him with lightings in his eyes.

“I’m not lying. She is perfect, you will love her.”

“Yeah, if she even exists.’’ Jeff scoffed. At this point Eddie was ready to kill someone. Then he saw you, walking in the lunch room, heading straight to the Hellfire club’s table. On the way there you slowed down while walking past the basketball team, looking at the boy you punched and smiling at him. Truth is, you were pretty chill about the whole situation, cause you knew the guys like him – you’ve injured his ego, so he wouldn’t make it a big problem – he would never go to the principal and say that a girl almost broke his nose, what would the other boys think about him??

You got to the boys’ table and stood next to Eddie in your whole awesomeness – once again you were with a short black skirt and black band t-shirt, this time you wore and your favorite pair of fishnets. Everyone was watching you, some of the boys with open mouths.

“Hello, boys. I’m Y/N, and I’m almost sure that Eddie has already told you about me. Cause I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said with strong voice and sat between Dustin and Eddie. Eddie’s grin was so big that his cheeks were starting to hurt. He mouthed “told you” at the boys. Dustin was first to speak, but what he said was the stupidest shit he could come up with:

“So you are real and Eddie wasn’t lying?” you burst out laughing, and if looks could kill, Dustin would be already dead by Eddie’s glance.

“Yeah… last time I checked I was pretty real. But you never know.” you took a big bite of you sandwich and looked at all of the boys. “What? You’ve never seen a girl? Talk.” You laughed and that lightened the atmosphere. The boys at the table started talking between each other, still avoiding you. Not that you cared, you turned to Eddie and smiled. He looked you with his puppy eyes and said without any sound “thank you”, you nodded and grabbed his arm, playing with his rings. You were really starting to have a ring kink. Especially Eddie’s rings kink. You face-palmed yourself in your mind. Stop thinking about those things, you said to yourself. But you really couldn’t – you were feeling a bit horny lately, and the past two nights, after leaving Eddie’s trailer all you could think about was how he would look like on top of you. Did he think about you the same way? You could not guess – he was playful, he used every moment he could to touch you, to hug you, to look at you, but this could mean nothing. Ugh, you were going crazy. And even tho that you tried to look confident on the outside when you were among people, on the inside you were far from that. Especially when it came down to Eddie.

Lunch time was over so you said goodbye to the boys, staying a little bit longer with Eddie. He smiled at you shyly. You smiled back. What was this boy doing to you?

“I have a job interview in the afternoon, at the music store.” you said quietly.

“Cool. If you get the job, I will move to live there and listen to all of the new albums.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked to your next class. You chuckled.

“So, we will be living together?” the answer just jumped out of your mouth. You silently cursed yourself.

“Sounds good. At least I won’t be alone.” the boy said casually. Your heart started beating incredibly fast. Then he changed the topic. “You free tonight? My uncle is at the plant, and I don’t wanna watch scary movies all by myself. I need my knight in shining armor.” he squeezed your arm and looked you with his big eyes. How could you say no to that?

“Okay, but dinner’s on me. I’m making pasta.” you said and his eyes lit up. You knew it was his favorite, he said it sometime over the weekend and you remembered.

“Deal.” the two of you shook hands and parted as you had different classes.

tags: @babeyglo <3

#eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things

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pbandjesse · 5 months

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My allergies went insane today. It was not fun. My face was swollen for half the day I swear. But thankfully I finally am feeling a little more comfortable. It wasn't a total loss of a day but dealing with allergies was a big focus of the day.

I didn't sleep amazing. I was alright. I remember hugging James goodbye. But I was very groggy. When I woke up at 9 I was feeling a little off but it was fine. I got up and started getting ready for the day.

I was a little overwhelmed though. I had a lot of cleaning to do and was already sneezing and kind of uncomfortable. My eyes were already puffy. And I was just feeling pulled in a hundred different directions.

I would finally give up and eat leftovers first. This made me feel a little better and I was able to finish packing my bag for this weekend and getting my final gifts wrapped up. I was having a pretty good time once I got things going.

I did some cleaning. Cleaned the floors. I went and got the mail. I put some stuff together in the studio. I was doing great.

I had finished all my gifts so I started taking those down to the car. I cleaned that out and brought some stuff up too. It was cold out but it was a beautiful day.

Around noon I ran out of steam a bit. My allergies started kicking off and I was wheezing and having a bad time. I took some allergy meds and hoped it would help.

I spent some time laying with sweetp. I was sorting my bags and trying to purge some but that is incredibly hard so I'm just going to take some to camp to store in the art building. Maybe I can give some away there. I also would pack my purse for this weekend with anything I might want or need. I was being very productive despite not feeling amazing.

In some house news, I had some trouble with our home insurance. Even with a fairly good report our insurance man Frank thinks he will have to find someone else. I'm not sure why exactly, I really don't understand the underwriting process. I'm trying my best but it's just so many people involved. We still have to wait on the appraisal but because it was listed for so much more I am only slightly worried it wouldn't appraise for what we offered. But the slight stress is still there.

But in very positive news our loan has been conditionally approved! That's a while step forward! Amazing. I am excited.

I have spent a lot of the last few days making notes myself about things I want build or change create. Figuring out the designs and such. Colors and styles. It feels like my next big project, because realistically it is. And I'm really excited to get to jump into it.

But I cannot be to excited until we have the keys in hand. I can be excited but I also have to be prepared for something to go wrong. I don't really think something will, but I got to be prepared emotionally.

My allergies would get really really bad. I was laying on the couch and my eyes felt like glass and I felt like I was dying. I took meds and went to sit on the fire escape to try to feel better. And it no did help. But it took a long time.

By the time James got home I didn't feel as bad but my eyes were still swollen. They would do their packing and would start making me a baked potato for dinner. I tried not to whine about it to much but I was not feeling great and that was very hard.

They had to run out to get something from their parents. And when they got back we had our dinners and just hung out and it was a nice evening. Slowly I felt better. And when I did I would take a bath and exfoliate and feel very nice. And thankfully that has continued.

I have a pain in my chest and my wrist but beyond that I'm doing pretty well. Me and James are talking about adding windows and doors and moving others. My heart is very full.

Tomorrow James still has work, and I hope it is busy and fun for them. I will try to tie up anything here and just be chill before we head to my parents to spend the night! I wish we could go earlier but we are making it work. I hope you all have a good night. I love you all. Goodnight!

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mcwriting · 2 years

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The Marriage Project (17)

Y'ALL. I just realized we are nearing the end of this fic and tbh it's got me a lil bit emo after spending soooo much time fleshing this out, however I am SO excited to start posting my next series once this is done.

YAY

Masterlist

Word Count: 3392

Warnings: high schoolers bein high schoolers

% approximately the 3rd week of November %

Walking into school Monday, the normal congratulations people would be giving the football team for winning their first round of finals was overshadowed by yours and Tom’s situation. People watched you walk down the hall and you could hear some of them faintly talking about you.

Tom was clearly annoyed when he met you at your locker after his morning workout, so he decided to put on a show.

You had shut your locker when you heard him say “good morning princess” in a breathy tone. Before you could say anything, he tossed a hand behind your back and pulled you into a deep kiss that ended in you staring at him wide eyed as everyone around watched closely.

“What was that?” you whispered, aware of the other students once again mumbling to each other.

“Just wanted to make our relationship clear to everyone since they all wanna talk so much,” he replied, speaking louder than normal with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your own and from the corners of your eyes could see students shifting awkwardly and turning away.

“Yeah well if anyone didn’t know by now, they must’ve been living under a rock. Now come on, let’s just get to class.”

In home ec, Grace sat on the opposite side of the room as you and your other friends, shooting glares often to which you just rolled your eyes and tried to ignore. What did she know about anything, anyways?

Caroline and another friend had been filled in about her texts and were frustrated at her behavior as well.

You didn’t want to be mad at her forever or for her other friends to just drop her, but you were comforted by the thought that the others actually cared and would defend you.

You also hoped the week would turn out uneventful since Thanksgiving break would be the next week and you’d get to spend 9 whole days at home not thinking about school.

Thankfully, it did.

Despite the anger with Grace and the whole school turning your relationship into their own personal reality show, not much actually happened. Most people were too busy with all of the tests and quizzes being given out before break to stir up drama.

You also luckily did not have to work on the project. Mrs. Flynn was aware of the academic load everyone had along with another football game that weekend which would determine whether the team would get to go to the state final.

Friday night, everyone packed the bleachers in anticipation for the game, happy that because of their record, the game had been on their home turf.

It went well and Tom played fantastically. The game ended with only a touchdown lead but regardless, they won. They were only one step away from being state champions. In your excitement, you’d hopped over a wall and ran to Tom, hugging and kissing him in front of everyone.

After whistles and whoops rang out, you looked around sheepishly. You had just shown PDA in front of not only your fellow students, but teachers, parents, and siblings from both schools.

It was a little awkward at the very least.

The moment was over as quickly as it happened, though, and not long after, families were making their way home for the night, ready to start their Thanksgiving breaks and get out of the nipping winds.

Tom, sweaty despite the chill, now had you cornered over your car like you were in a typical football movie. Helmet hanging down his side as his other arm pinned you to the door.

“I still cannot believe I ran up and kissed you like that. That’s so embarrassing!” you exclaimed, ignoring the fact that you were still very much in public.

“Is this your way of saying you’re embarrassed to be with me?” Tom prompted, to which you playfully shoved his chest.

“Way to fly right over the point, genius. Of course I’m not embarrassed by you. I’m just not the PDA type, you know? Feels wrong.”

Tom laughed and glanced around.

“Well… we’re kind of private right here just in case you want to prove you aren’t embarrassed of me.”

You raised a brow as you looked just past him. Though the two of you were somewhat wedged between your car and the one next to it, you could clearly see more people leaving the football field.

“This really is not that private but… I guess I’ll let you get away with it this time,” you teased, not pulling back when he leaned in for another sweet kiss.

You stayed there for a few minutes, hopeful that the moment wouldn’t be ruined.

But of course it was.

The car beside yours alarmed and you and Tom pulled apart with a jump, heart racing from the surprise. Tom whipped around and you shifted to the side to see what was going on. At the driver’s door was Chris laughing.

“Dude, what the hell!” Tom exclaimed as you breathed out your own chuckle.

“Sorry, dudes, I was trying to get you out of the way so I don’t run you over when I pull out. Figured it was better to do that than say your names. It was at least funnier,” Chris shrugged.

“Are you really that bad of a driver that you think you’d hit me while leaving this parking lot?” Tom rebutted. Chris looked like he was weighing his response.

“I mean… maybe.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed, standing from your leaned position on the car door. “We should probably head out anyways. Got that NHS thing in the morning.”

Tom groaned, tossing his head back and loosening his knees.

“I forgot about that. I’m gonna have to wake up at like 10. That’s sooooo earlyyyyy,” he complained.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll end up okay,” you amusedly reassured, patting him on the chest. “Now go rest up and I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

∆

Tom was late.

To be fair, you were early, it was to be expected, and it wasn’t by much. But still.

While of course you knew people in the National Honors Society (it’s not like it was that big), you weren’t friends with many of them, and the ones that you did know couldn’t make it due to family obligations. Back in sophomore year, you had wanted Alexis to be in NHS but she refused, and despite not wanting to join, your parents had made you.

It’s not like membership was that taxing. A monthly lunch meeting where food was provided plus service hours each semester wasn’t asking a lot of you, but now you had hoped that Tom would be there on time to give you someone to talk to.

In the past, that someone had been Grace. Now, the two of you only shared awkward looks from opposite sides of the large group.

Since it was fall, the group’s task was to rake up and bag leaves from people’s yards so that they could be composted. The spring task was always using that compost to make gardens around the community look pretty and stay healthy.

As you were standing around a neighborhood park getting grouping assignments, you heard a car door shut, then fast paced crunching through the leaves.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Tom. This was further confirmed when a shoulder came and brushed up against you and the panting of your stressed boyfriend was clearly audible.

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my coat,” he whispered and you just smirked, shaking your head.

Despite the awkwardness before, Tom’s lateness somehow ended up in your favor as he was put in a group with you and two others. They were both younger than you, the teachers wanting older and younger students to work together and get to know each other.

That sentiment went down the drain though, as the junior and sophomore who trailed behind you and Tom to your assigned lawn seemed too scared to talk to either of you. They had only introduced themselves (despite you knowing who they were since the NHS was so small) and told you to lead the way.

As you were leaving, a teacher called out from the meeting spot.

“By the way! There will be a competition to see who can rake the fastest and neatest! Pace means nothing if it looks bad!”

You and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes and opened mouths. Neither of you could resist a competition, and while in the past you were always happy to try and beat Tom, working together with him was just as appealing.

As your group picked up the pace, you saw Grace’s group across the street, starting on their lawn, and she sent you a look, one that said “I’m going to win.”

She’d see about that.

You took charge once you reached the house you’d been told to go to. The subdivision you were working in housed mostly elderly people who lived on only a few variations of the same plot. In general, the playing field was meant to be even.

Each group only had two rakes, so you and Tom began gathering leaves furiously in a large pile in the front, allowing the younger students to bag them together. As the number of leaves on the ground dwindled, it became harder to gather them as smaller debris just passed through the rake tines.

Next, you moved to the backyard, which only housed a small shed and paved deck. You used the same method as before, piling together the leaves until no small ones could be gripped by the rake.

Now, you were looking for a solution for the smaller leaves and twigs that didn’t take up much time.

Soon enough, all four of you were on hands and knees, laughing as you got to the ground to push leaves with your hands towards the center of the backyard. It didn’t take long for the majority of remaining debris to be bagged and you were again back in the front lawn doing the same thing.

While you hadn’t talked much while raking due to the physicality of it, doing such ridiculous movements together had finally broken the ice, the entire group now conversing like good friends.

After a final scan of the front and back yards, you were satisfied with the work and now needed to bring the bags of leaves back to the meeting spot, the last step in determining who would finish first. It was probably unfair to the people in houses furthest away, but it didn’t matter now as you ran.

Thankfully, your younger group members had been smart enough to compact the leaves in the bags, allowing you to stuff only 4 of them full. They were heavier than they would’ve been otherwise, but this meant that you only needed to take one trip back.

You all lumbered towards the meeting spot, bags thumping against your backs, when you saw Grace’s group with 3 full bags do the same. Their front yard looked great, so you nervously picked up the pace and called on your group members to do the same.

After a few more moments, you realized it would be futile despite your efforts. They were traveling at a faster pace, one that your group couldn’t match, but you encouraged everyone on anyways, hoping that there might be perks for second place, too.

As soon as Grace’s group dropped the bags, she turned to you, who was panting as you tossed your own bag down a few feet away.

“HA! Suck on that! We won and you lost!” Grace yelled.

Instead of acting disappointed or offended, your first reaction was to snort in amusement. You could feel Tom looking at you in confusion.

“Wow. Very graceful of you,” you deadpanned, shooting up a brow and then chuckling after.

The rest of your group snickered as well, giving you low fives in appreciation of your comment. Grace only fumed more as she stomped off.

It didn’t take much longer for the rest of the groups to finish up, those who were waiting sitting at picnic tables or messing around on the playground. The teachers had wanted everyone to finish before they judged the yards.

After everyone was back in the meeting place, the entire cohort walked back down the road towards the house Grace worked on.

“Wow, this yard looks great. Looks like you all are the winners after all,” one teacher started, but you quickly raised your hand slightly to interject.

“Are we not also being judged on the backyards?” you feigned innocence, but with the way the corners of your mouth turned up, you couldn’t hide your agenda from the other students. You could see Grace pale from your peripheral.

“Oh right! Of course, I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me, y/n,” she responded as the other two teachers nodded to you as well.

Everyone was then led to the back gate, where the other side told a very different story than the front.

The backyard hardly looked like it had been touched. There was a pile of leaves left in the corner and still some spread around the lawn.

“Oh, wow. Everyone, this is what we meant by saying that finishing first doesn’t mean you will win! Let’s head over to the second place finishers and see if theirs is any better,” another teacher said.

Your group members looked at each other in satisfaction as you headed towards your group’s house, the front yard also looking spotless. All of the teachers were nodding their heads in approval before turning towards the back yard.

“Look at this! It’s perfect! You all did an amazing job here and are the clear winners!” One teacher said.

“How did you finish this so fast?” another asked.

You tossed one arm around Tom while high fiving your other group members.

“I guess teamwork makes the dreamwork,” you laughed.

“But seriously, we dug around on our hands and knees to fill the bags,” Tom explained.

“Well, it paid off. You four are the lucky recipients of free meal vouchers for the diner. Spend them wisely!”

You all “yessed” and fist pumped as you were handed the coupons and started to disperse. As everyone walked back to their cars, they grumbled that there hadn’t even been a point in trying against you and Tom.

Back in the parking lot, you were saying bye to the younger two of your group when a voice called from behind you.

“Hey, y/n. I hope you’re happy,” Grace spat, clearly trying to rile you up. Again, instead of giving her the reaction she wanted, you snorted and held up your meal voucher.

“Oh believe me, I am. Lookin’ forward to a free date with this guy,” you responded, jutting a thumb towards Tom and winking.

Again angered, she only stomped and turned around, leaving you happy to not have to deal with her for the next week.

“Soooo… about that free date,” Tom started once she had slammed herself into her car. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

You and Tom sat in the diner conversing over your order of cheese fries, the only thing you’d be paying for since they didn’t come with a meal.

“So you’re gonna be at the G-parent’s all week?” you asked.

“Well, Monday through Friday, but yeah. My mom likes to go early to help prep food, and my cousins always come up on Wednesday. We all have a giant sleepover in the living room. No one actually sleeps since the floor isn’t all that comfortable, but it’s always the best part of Thanksgiving. Usually one of my aunts comes and yells at us from a bedroom for laughing too loud.”

You chuckled at the image of Tom and his family getting told off for disturbing the peace before replying.

“I can’t imagine. I’ll be out of state through Friday at my own grandparents’. I’m super excited for Black Friday this year because these rhinestone boots I want are going to be on sale. They’ll be perfect for the color’s day dance in January and maybe even graduation. I have a feeling my mom is gonna try to pass them off as a Christmas present, but I plan on spending my own money on them. Probably still gonna wrap them, though.”

“So we’re both going to be back after Friday? We should meet up then. Two weeks out and I’m already pretty nervous about the state final buuuuut,” he reached forward to grab your hand, “hanging out with my pretty girlfriend will hopefully make me feel a little better.”

“Hmmm. While that alone would be great, this pretty girlfriend has a better idea. What about a spa day?” you offered with brows raised.

“Spa day? Like nail polish and makeup and stuff?” Tom asked, confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

“First off, no, I mean like facemasks and massages. And second, don’t knock nail polish till you try it. I personally think it looks hot when a guy wears nail polish. Shows he’s secure in his masculinity,” you winked. Tom’s brows raised in newfound interest.

“Oh yeah? I’m open to trying new things,” he started, making you grin. “Seriously, though, that sounds amazing. We should definitely do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You ate your fries in silence for a bit before Tom cleared his throat.

“Um, actually, there was something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he said with eyes down. Your stomach dropped and heart picked up pace. Now what was going on?

“Oh? What is it?”

“Well… I met with Mrs. Johnson again Friday and…”

“Friday? When? We were together pretty much all day,” you interrupted. Tom stretched out his fingers, gesturing for you to pause.

“Before the game, before warm ups. She pulled me aside and well… I’m back in the running.”

You perked up. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on, what? Like… the academic running or..?”

Tom rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Yes, princess. The academic one. You’ve got competition for valedictorian again, so you’d better start stepping it up.”

“Ohhhhh nice try, pal. We both know you can’t beat me,” you teased.

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” he shrugged, earning the toss of a fry right at his face. “But seriously, she said she won’t hold any of what happened against me after all’s said and done. I’m no longer on probation either. Your amazing boy is off the hook.”

“Well my amazing boy had better try staying on the hook because doing this without a semblance of competition was starting to eat away at me.”

“Don’t think that just because we’re dating now I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, babe.”

A/N: like I said before, it's hard to believe I'm finally getting close to the end. It's like a light at the end of the tunnel. There are definitely still a few more chapters left and the epilogue but it's close!!

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petits--oiseaux · 10 months

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In Deanna fashion, this will be rambly lol. A long winded story of sleeping over at J's place yesterday.

First thing's first, a weekish ago, J asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I told him that I am not good at sleepovers (which is true); I can never get comfortable, the circumstances are never quite right, and it takes me forever to fall asleep. This was before I knew he was moving and before he said he would come to visit me on weekends if we want to keep seeing each other when he leaves. Yesterday, I started thinking about how I've told him I don't like sleepovers and, omg does that mean he doesn't think I'd absolutely visit him, too?? So then I thought about for the rest of the day and how I would tell him that I am totally willing to visit him. I didn't want it sound presumptuous so I didn't want to just blurt it out, I wanted there to be a natural way to say it. WELL the other day he sent a screenshot of a text with his parents and how they are going to MKE to do apartment searching on Saturday. He mentioned yesterday that his parents were coming down for the whole weekend and I thought AHA! So last night I asked "Oh, am I remembering correctly that the screenshot said you're going apartment hunting on Saturday?" And he said yeah... we're going down to look in mke. This was my in... I texted him "You know, I was thinking today that learning to get better at sleepovers wouldn't be the worst thing... I have a friend who just moved to MKE, too." (true) He hearted it :) then said he would help me practice lol

I got home last night around 9:30 after being with family. When I got home, I showered, smoked, and then was getting ready for bed. He messaged and asked when I was thinking we could try the sleepover. I originally said next week sometime. Then he said, "What about tonight? I can pay for an uber" At this point I am STONED as FUCK lol and I'm like... I think I want to do it. But, I didn't want to be in a car with a stranger with how stoned I was. I told him that and he said he'd come pick me up and bring me over. And he did. I brought my fan with me because I need it to sleep, lol, and he didn't even judge me. We had stoned sex and it was AMAZING. When we were getting ready to go to sleep, he asked me when I'd like him to go to sleep. I told him he could sleep whenever... but he said, "No, I know you have trouble falling asleep other places so I'll wait for you to fall asleep first". LIKE WHAT. Then this morning he took his dog for a walk. He started getting ready, so I started getting dressed and he said that I didn't need to get ready to leave; I could stay in bed while he took the dog (I did ask if he wanted company on the walk or if he wanted it to just be him and the doggo and he said he'd like time with the dog which is legit). I just chilled in his cozy bed and then he got back. Since he had offered to pay for an uber last night, I wasn't 100% sure if he was giving me a ride home or not, but he didn't say anything so I assumed I didn't need to get an uber. Which I didn't :) He drove me home and he kissed me goodbye! This part made me especially happy because I also am not sure how situationships work with that kind of shit, so I'm happy to know this one works that way <3

TBH this is probably the most spontaneous thing I've ever done, which feels sorta sad but whatever lol! But I'm honestly really proud of myself and I'm very happy that I went. I did not sleep well, as I expected, but I don't regret going. I feel very positive about everything today!

#thanks for listening #dating #omg just thought about how IM the mutual with the dating stories now!#quite a few of you have been telling your stories and this makes me feel a little special to be a part of an unofficial club lol

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nerdychick13 · 11 months

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Hello again my lovelies! It’s another beautiful day in the villa. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the hotties are grafting hard (present company included). We have a lot to unpack from the last couple of days. Let’s get started, shall we?

I love puzzles, so a riddle and a scavenger hunt are a great way to start the day in my humble opinion. It was so obvious that the answer to the riddle was the swing seat but I must say I was rather disappointed when I first saw Elliot. He’s not the kind of guy I usually am attracted to. Chloe, however, had my full attention from her first entrance. She is gorgeous, gorgeous, GORGEOUS! She has a lithe dancer’s body and a sassy mouth. I am quite pleased that Chloe expressed some interest in me. Given the chance I’d couple with her. It would be so much fun to share my bed with a hottie like her. I worried a little when I saw her flirting with Ozzy. Grace really tickled me when she said her and Ozzy are solid. I know that’s not the adjective I’d use to describe their relationship. Perhaps a better choice would be shaky or undecided. I have all my eggs in Ozzy’s basket, but he isn’t ready to commit to me just yet. That’s okay. If he wants to be with Grace, I’ll just have to play the field until he makes up his mind. Sadly, one sexy, cream-filled night in the Hideaway made Roberto mine for life. I really regret how attached he has become. It has been a day, two tops. Branch out and get to know other people my dear. I answered all the questions right except for the last one. Who knew both Elliot and Chloe had kissed celebrities! Well, now that we are on a nationally syndicated television program, I guess we are all celebrities. I didn’t want Elliot to take me out on a date, but I do love how he was able to throw back any insult dealt to him. I love a man with a backbone! Chloe was grafting Roberto pretty hard. But I give as good as I get, so I kicked some chocolate off of Elliot’s cheek. I do have a weakness for chocolate and food play. My date with Elliot was quite nice. He is such a thoughtful guy, supporting his family with his earnings. Now that I have gotten to know him, I am rather pleased to be coupled with Elliot. Too bad it will only last until the next recoupling. Ozzy once again has proven he is king of my heart. He loves a quiz! As a lady who does personality quizzes for fun and participated in trivia contests every weekend last year, I can say for certain that Ozzy and I have reached another level of compatibility. And he stepped up to Roberto to show he isn’t the only hunk in the villa (sorry Elliot but you’re barely a slice of ham at this point).

Now, let’s talk about Amy. That girl needs to get her own fridge because she keeps eating my leftovers! First she picks Zeph off after he left me for his tour. Then she comes in the villa and chases down Jamal (who the public pairs her with). Then she and Roberto kiss on my bed. And now she thinks Elliot might be right for her. And today she copies my green outfit! She keeps inserting herself into my business. Just because we share DNA doesn’t mean we have to share a life. But I chill. She hasn’t shown any interest in Ozzy and hopefully she won’t ever. I can’t take much more of Amy pulling my arm this way or that for a chat or random eavesdrop session. I’m still scratched up from hiding in that damn bush! Girl needs to get a partner she can cuddle with so I can have some peace in the villa (but viewers if you could vote Amy out of the villa, I’d take that too 😉). Did I mention how Amelia immediately recognized Elliot? How many celebs has she banged? More than I have, that’s for sure. I do wish she would just tell us whatever big thing she has to say. She is making it easy for somebody else to reveal this horrible thing when I should hear it from her. Of course she is. Amy has never been forthcoming. She ain’t honest, faithful, or true. So I am pretty sure whatever it is won’t paint her in a good light. Unless she’s lying. I will cross that broken bridge when I get to it I guess.

Lewie has some new found confidence! He’s been socializing with other islanders more lately. I’m proud of him. He is such a sweet guy and a good friend to Bella and I. I’ve made it clear he is in the friendzone and we are both happy with that. Maybe Amelia would be the right girl for him, given the chance. Elliot and Lewie look like they could be distant cousins. Interesting, no? Well that does it for me. I have one sweet ball of cotton candy to get back to (that’s Elliot FYI), a couple of dancers to graft, and an unwanted twin to ditch along the way. Until next time…

#litg grace #litg mc #litg spoilers #litg ozzy #love island the game #litg2 #litg #litg s6 #litg headcanons

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xseildnasterces · 1 year

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cha cha cha.

Another weekend, another weekend of being sick. I had such a long list of things I needed to do this weekend. Tomorrow is the first day of this years SIO Conference and although I love my role as secretary, hosting and being secretary on my own has been awful. My stress levels have been crazy, and to be honest, I thought that was why I’ve been so unwell this weekend, but it turns out not to be case. That is due to something hormone related.

Yesterday was my favourite day of TV of the whole year - Eurovision! My love, my favourite thing on TV, the thing I wait all year for. I was so excited and happy and had been talking about it at work all week - major plus of working with people from all over the world - everyone is invested, well, except the Americans. I got lots done in the morning so that I could sit down and chill to watch. Almost as soon as I sat down I felt uneasy and agitated. I felt lightheaded and wee a bit dizzy. I reminded sat down for the next 4 hours watching the show, but any time that I did get up I felt awful. My vision went slightly blurry and I felt really sick. That’s when the migraine started. I then suffered with that migraine for the entirety of the rest of the day, night and most of today. I couldn’t sleep because the pain was so horrific. I was vomiting every few hours from the pain and I could have just burst out crying at any moment. I felt so awful. I still don’t feel perfect right now.

It’s so typical that all this would happen when I have to be on the ball and hosting 60+ people for the next few days. I didn’t manage to get a lot of the things done that I needed to be ready and I feel like I am going into this evening and the next three days incredibly unprepared - something that I really didn’t want to do.

This evening I am going out for dinner with 2 of my fellow Steering Committee members, followed by ‘drinks’ with a bunch of the other attendees. Honestly, I’d rather just lay in bed and try and sleep off this head pain so that I am ready for tomorrow. Unfortunately I cannot do that. I need to host. At least H arrives soon. I cannot wait to see her.

I’m excited for this week, but I’m also stressed, very stressed.

Tomorrow is my second injection day, and I am actually somewhat excited about it. The more times I inject, the more of the medication is in my body, and the sooner things will start to improve with my Crohn’s. At least that is my logic and hope.

Eurovision was great this year. I loved it so much. Although incredibly predictable, I was devastated that Finland were so close to winning and the drama that ensued after the fact. Twitter yesterday afternoon was an absolute riot and I loved it. #shouldhavebeenFinland I also loved Germany but they came last. This happens almost every time, I think people still can’t support Germany because of the war. Which is insane (in my opinion).

[Blog title: Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä).

#shouldhavebeenFinland #eurovision #me #life #thoughts #feelings #personal #diary #journal #cha cha cha #Käärijä

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learningnewways · 2 years

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Stockholm

Well, it was sadly goodbye to Norway and hello to Sweden again. You may be able to tell I’m getting a bit slack on the old blog updates... Sorry... Sometimes I just like to go to bed and not blog, but then I blink and it’s been a week! Yikes. Stockholm was a bit of a rest city, with not much planned. I did lots of sleeping, video calling friends back home, and more sleeping. Plus, it was suuuuper cold! Okay, so probably just normal temperatures for Nelson right now back home, but still! 12 degrees is cold when you’re used to 35 and you packed for Summer!

I had three full days in Stockholm, plus one evening when I first arrived. Typically my first day arriving in a new place, once I settle into my accomodation, I go for a walk around the neighbourhood to familiarise myself. So the first night, that’s what I did. I found a nice cafe that had a salad bar and I was soooo excited. Salad! After weeks of bread! I was in food heaven! Chickpeas, quinoa, avocado, feta, corn, basil pesto, salmon, I even got excited about the kale! You can tell my body was craving vegetables for sure! It was soooooooo delicious.

This time I was in a hostel rather than an AirBnb, and I can confirm, I’m more of a AirBnb kinda gal... I had lots of video calls lined up over the weekend and before I head to Africa soon where I’m unsure what the wifi quality will be, but there was no where private to talk! So I ended up in the kitchen and hallway trying to talk, which was a bit strange. I was in a mixed dormitory with 12 people and I had a top bunk, go me. Ahhhhh don’t you just love hearing 12 people stumble into a room after a night on the town, snore, sleep talk, oh and my personal favourite, have their friggin loud alarms go off for like five minutes before they wake up?! Crazy... I’m too old for this... We had lockers for our gear and my bag only just fit! Like, only just! And y’all thought I was travelling light! Obviously not compared to the other hostel guests...

Anyway, day one I walked a lot, and I mean, a lot! Because I’m a cheapskate and didn’t want to pay for public transport for three days, I walked everywhere. Cool kid. I started the day at Vitabergsparken, then walked to the waterfront via the long way because I also didn’t want to waste mobile data by checking where I was... Dumbie... I headed to the Fotografiska aaaaand I got in for free! I couldn’t believe it! I had the cash in my hand ready to pay and the lady said, “we only take card” like every other place in Sweden (remember back in Gothenburg when I couldn’t buy gelato...). I started complaining about how annoying it is for foreigners as we get charged a big fee and blah blah blah while I got my card out to pay, and then she just handed me the ticket, for free and said it was on the house! Whaaaat?! Don’t think I’ve ever been rewarded for complaining before!

After Fotografiska I kept walking to Slussen, then through Gotgatan to Fjallgatan. Following? Understanding? Still reading? Sorry, I can’t be bothered interpreting... Basically I walked down some popular streets. I came down Folkungagatan and was trying to find a cafe, but at every one I went into, I wasn’t happy with the prices so I’d just leave... Feeling hungrier each time... I’m a terrible tourist! I add to their local economy through AirBnb, supermarkets and gelato, and that’s it! Anyway, I managed to find a Taco Bar with reasonable prices, so I stopped and ate a very late lunch. What do you call a meal you eat at like 3pm? But... Oh, my, gosh. I really hadn’t realised how much I’d missed real food! I got enchiladas and they were so good! Yum! They also came with salad which was literally just lettuce, but I downed that lettuce so fast, my body obviously craving real food! It rained while I was finishing lunch, so I stayed put for awhile and just chilled out, before meandering back to the hostel.

While having dinner back at the hostel, eggs on toast like the fancy lady I am of course, someone turned on the TV and Grand Designs New Zealand was on! And they were playing one of my favourite episodes, about the Britten Stables in Christchurch! Wow! How random...

Day two I slept in, had my eggs on toast for breakfast/lunch, and wandered around again, perhaps even more than the first day... I headed down Gotgatan again and across a few bridges and found my way to IKEA, which was very underwhelming... I then wandered down Drottninggatan and found some yummy gelato at a decent price, win! The scenery was less than ideal and the weather was cold, but I got my gelato! For the first time it didn’t melt and spill all over me as I ate it, another win! I walked through Hotorgshallen and realised I was hungry but everything was overpriced, so guess where I ended up at 4pm for food... The Taco Bar again! And guess what I ordered... The enchiladas! Well done!

I then headed to Gamla Stan and found Stockholm’s narrowest street. Not as cool as Baldwin Street in Queenstown, sorry Sweden... Then I walked all the way back to my hostel... I must be walking at least 10km each day... And hey, guess what I had for dinner back at the hostel? I’ll let you figure that out. I video called a few friends and family that night and didn’t end up in bed until like 4am... Whooooooops.

For day three I slept in until lunchtime, no surprises there... After my totally unique and highly nutritious breakfast, not, I headed to the train station where I bought a 24hr ticket! Go me, spending money finally! I walked around the waterfront and ended up on a commuter boat doing a round-trip sight seeing, so much cheaper than paying for a canal cruise! It was so good to be in the sun, with my jacket on because it was freezing, taking in the views from the water, while eating my snacks and sitting down!

I then headed to church, Grace Church! And it was actually really amazing. It was a fairly small church, maybe 30-50 people were there, but it was the most genuine, friendly and legitimately international church I’ve ever been to. There were people from all different cultures and countries, and everyone was so genuinely nice and interested in me and each other. I was blown away. The worship was simple, just a guy and his guitar, but it was powerful. The congregation sung so loud and passionately, it was amazing. Just, wow! There was actually a girl maybe around 10 years old singing her heart out so loud, it made me smile as I realized that's what God wants us all to be like, unashamed of what we sound like and just passionately worshipping Him. Funnily enough the sermon series they’re doing is on Acts, which made me laugh because I go Grace Church in Nelson, and we’re also studying Acts! It was so good to be with fellow Christian’s worshipping, super encouraging. Makes me miss my church community back home.

For dinner I actually stopped by the supermarket and got another delicious salad! Yum! I wish all supermarkets had salads this delicious and cheap... It’d be great for budget travellers like me. Also, if it looks like all my photos in Stockholm were taken on the same day, you are incorrect. I’m just wearing the same sweater in all of them as it’s the warmest thing I have! Anyway, sorry for the long post! I couldn’t be bothered breaking it up into separate days, and I didn’t do anything too exciting on any day really, I was quite lazy! Now, off to Barcelona!

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Timo and Liv getting in a big fight about her and Luca. And Timo accidentally makes Liv cry. And Emma loses it on Timo.

idk if we are ready for this but here we go.🥺

Luca’s lips on Liv’s neck are making her melt into the front door against her back. She knows her parents camera is probably picking this up. But her family is in the mountains this weekend without her, because she was working. She feels safe with her dad hundreds of miles away from her boyfriend.

Since Liv and Luca’s first time, her first time too, they haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other. He has awakened a part of her she never knew existed. With his sweetness and his hot body, she craves him every minute, of every day. The reality of the summer quickly fading kills her, and her dad’s words about how this was all going to work.

She’d ask Luca about it later. But not tonight. Not when it feels this good to be with him.

“We need to go inside.” She pants to Luca where he is sucking the skin of her collar bone into his mouth. “Babe, don’t mark me.” She reminds him, tugging at his hair to pull him away. His lips attach to hers and she forgets about going inside again.

“Wanna taste you all over tonight.” He begs. His fingers trail up the outside of her thigh, brushing the fabric of her dress up with each movement. “Taste how sweet you are after our night together.” His finger hooks into the lace of her panties, inching them down. “Feel all the places you’re wet for me.” Liv sighs, resting her head briefly on his shoulder before he kneels down to work the fabric off. She leans against the front door, watching Luca Fiala lift one foot, then the other to pull her panties off.

“What should I do with these?” Liv bites her lip, shaking her head slightly like she isn’t sure. She’s so inexperienced, but wants to be mysterious and sexy for him. Luca catches onto her insecurity and shrugs, putting them into his pocket. He’ll teach her to talk dirty- slowly, like everything else they’ve done. He could take his time with it, draw it out for the rest of her lives, if she’ll let him. “I’ll take them home with me, hang them above my bed so I dream of you later.” Liv giggles, then allows him to spin her by her hips to unlock the door.

She pushes the door open, then comes face to chest with her dad, who is absolutely NOT supposed to be home.

“Ah…” She swallows hard, reaching back for Luca’s thigh. She hits his hard zipper, but he grips her hand, readjusting her to cover him more.

“Livia.” A chill rushes down her spine at her dad’s use of her legal name.

“I… thought you were in the mountains.”

“Clearly.” Timo scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes move past his daughter to Luca. “What the fuck are you doing to my daughter on my front steps?”

“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.” Luca begins. Timo laughs wickedly.

“Really? What’s in your pocket right now?” Liv feels her chest cave in. Mortified tears begin to form in her eyes.

“We were saying goodnight. That’s it.” Liv tries instead.

“Oh? And he was going to tuck you into bed? In my house? And that isn’t disrespectful? Get inside.”

“No.”

“Livia I am not asking.” Timo’s teeth are gritting, dark eyebrows lowered angrily.

“I’m not coming in there. You’re being unfair to us and you don’t get to tell me what to do all the time. You think you’re protecting me, but all you’re doing is controlling me. You would never do this with Lio and I am sick of it!”

“Lio doesn’t need this kind of supervision.”

“Why? Because he is your favorite?” Timo rolls his eyes. He’s heard this before, always when she’s trying to get out of trouble. From both of his oldest children, actually.

“I am not having any more of this discussion. We are talking about you tonight. Not Lio.”

“Baby, I’m going to go. I don’t want to cause anymore trouble.” Luca releases her hand.

“No.” Liv grabs his hand, keeping him close to her. “Don’t go. You’re welcome here.”

“Ah, no he isn’t. I don’t want to see you around here again anytime soon. Liv, get in the house. I’m not asking again.”

“I am not going inside.” She snaps back at him. Her jaw clenches and all Timo can see is Emma. The way she defiantly didn’t love him back, picking anyone else over him at times. And he feels angry about the way Liv is dismissing his authority. She may be grown up, but she is still his baby. And he does not agree with her choices.

“I raised you better than this.” Timo steps forward. Liv steps back, forcing Luca down a stair. Luca holds her hips to steady her which seems to ignite Timo further. “Get your hands off my daughter.” Luca holds firm.

“If Liv wants me to take my hands off her, she’ll tell me.” Liv’s love for Luca grows instantly. It gives her confidence to push back against her dad again.

“Why does Lio get to fuck any woman in New York, but I have one person and I’m the problem child?! No. I’m a good kid. I don’t deserve this.” Liv is yelling now, shaky tears running down her face. Emma comes rushing down the stairs after hearing the commotion from their bedroom.

“Are you good still, Liv? Do good girls give men their underwear to bring home with them?” The disgust in his tone makes Liv’s breathing hitch. Shame settles onto her shoulders and pinch the backs of her eyes.

They all let Timo’s words hang in the air. Liv is stunned silent then begins to shake against Luca’s body. The entire conflict with her dad over Luca begins to boil within her body. Her teeth chatter, she reaches wildly for Luca’s hand as an anchor, gripping his fingers tightly, not quite believing what her dad insinuated about her.

“Baby, let’s go to my place.” Luca murmurs into her hair, pulling her flush into his body. Liv stares directly back at her dad, tears streaming down in thick wet streaks, taking her mascara with them. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Luca eases her back another step gently.

“Liv…” Emma starts then trails off. She can leave. If it were Emma, she would leave too.

“Bye, mama.” Liv cries out. Emma’s heart breaks in her chest watching as Liv turns to walk back to Luca’s car. Timo says nothing. He watches silently as the Mercedes starts and pulls out of the driveway. They can both see Liv slumped over in the passenger seat, hands covering her face as she sobs.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” Emma yells, stalking down the rest of the stairs. “How could you say that to her?”

“He was violating our daughter on our front steps. How am I the one who is wrong here!?”

“Violating!?” Emma thrusts her hands through her hair angrily. “I don’t know what your problem is but I am sick of this shit, T. So sick of it. You’re pushing our daughter away. She is never here. She doesn’t want to speak to you when she is here. And you don’t even care! Because you have some ass-backwards view on how daughters are supposed to behave.”

“Em-”

“Stop.” She holds her hand up. “I have stood by trying to coach and guide you. I am done with that. Your behavior is out of control You and I have a serious problem.”

“Fine. Then we have a problem. But I am never going to be the dad that stands by while some fuck puts his hands all over my daugh-”

“How do you not see that “Fuck” just protected your daughter from YOU.” Emma lets her words hang in the air, desperate to see some sort of change in Timo. He crosses his arms tighter, shrugging his shoulders again like this is okay. “You know what, I don’t want you here tonight. Go sleep at Nico’s.”

Timo flinches. Emma has never kicked him out of the house before.

“Your behavior is disgusting. Inexcusable. And you better start taking a hard look in the mirror at who you are turning into. This version of you sucks.” Emma finishes as she walks back to the stairs, climbing them without another look at her husband.

Emma grabs her cellphone, eager to text her daughter. She is relieved to see a text waiting for her. Until she reads it.

I’m moving out. I’ll be over to pack later this week.

Whatever remains of Emma’s heart shatters into a billion little pieces.

#Liv X Luca

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