#i can’t wait to fall in love again – i’d go on a date tomorrow with someone honest and loyal

[babynoodles]

Sometimes people you love the most, turn out to be the people you can trust the least.

#sad quotes #quotes #life quotes #i love u #reading #emotional #yougotthis #loyal subjects #i can’t wait to fall in love again – i’d go on a date tomorrow with someone honest and loyal

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𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 3] Bugging Question

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst

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Acting as if you think everything is okay overwhelms you. As okay as things can be while you’re getting a divorce. Toji swears that he’ll sign the papers tomorrow morning, and for now you’re cuddling. You’re hearing some light snoring from his part, and you can’t fall asleep. Not because you’re bothered by his snores, you’re already used to them.

You might be pregnant. You’re thinking about that possibility, and the fact that you don’t know what you’d do if you were. That’s why you didn’t ask Toji to stop at a pharmacy on your way back home. You don’t want him to know because you have no idea what you’re going to do and you know Toji’s hopes of you staying together will go up if you find out that you’re pregnant. 

“What would you do if I was pregnant?” You mindlessly ask, knowing that your husband is fast asleep. You so badly want to stay, and you need to find an excuse to do so. But no good excuse is coming up, you have no reason to stay. It’s selfish to want a pregnancy to have an excuse to stay with him. You know better.

Toji doesn’t love you, that’s why you’re leaving. If you have a baby, things will get worse. You can’t have a kid to try and fix this worthless marriage. Reasoning isn’t in your mind, you just want to stay with the man you love so badly.

“I’d be happy…” He’s sleep talking. Occasionally you say something while he sleeps and he answers, yet when you ask about it in the next morning, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t mean it, he’s babbling, but there’s a smile on your face.

“You would be? I thought you didn’t want kids.” You don’t know why you keep talking. His embrace tightens, and you feel yourself about to cry from happiness. It’s absurd. You’re delusional, you just want to stay with him. You have no idea why you’re slowly changing your mind after watching the movie.

“You know I love you.” He mutters, and you’re about to wake him up. You don’t want to get a divorce anymore. You take a moment to think about it, should you really wake him up? Maybe you can wait till tomorrow morning when you’re not so desperate to try and keep this all together. You find yourself weakest at night because his body is right next to you. You hear his heartbeat, his breathing, you take his scent, you feel his warmth; it’s hard not to be weak when your heart is heavy with love and he’s telling you that he reciprocates it. 

You’re sure that in the morning you’ll be thinking the same exact thing. You need to stay with Toji. Until he mutters something else, and it isn’t your name. And the tears that are in your eyes spill, but they’re no longer tears of joy, on the contrary, they’re now tears of agony.

No matter what happens, you’re leaving.

You try to wiggle your way out of his arms, but his grip is too strong. You get away from him by mere inches, but he doesn’t waste any time in pulling you back so your back is pressed against him again.

You sigh.

Toji is gone in the morning, which doesn’t surprise you since he usually leaves to go to work early. You sit up on your bed, slowly gaining consciousness. You walk to the bathroom, and do your morning routine. You luckily have the day off since you knew you were moving out, you talked to your boss about it. You’ve been anticipating this day.

You think about your foolish thoughts of the previous night, your tired brain wanting to stay with Toji. Never in a million years will you stay with that man. You think that you’re over him, as soon as you can you’ll jump into the dating pool. Granted, you’ve completely forgotten about the fact that you possibly might be pregnant. 

You go into the closet to grab the suitcases that you have packed, and you find them on the floor, one of them open and stuff has been taken out. Toji must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but you don’t care. You have time before he gets home. You can redo that suitcase, and you can neatly pack it up.

You change out of your pajamas into another comfortable outfit, after all, you are moving out. You grab your phone and look through your contacts, wondering who you can call for help. You don’t have your own car, and you want to avoid calling a taxi. Not only that, you have a lot of luggage and after moving there you have to go shopping for furniture. You don’t even have a bed to sleep on. 

Everything could’ve been planned out much better, but you want to desperately get out. You barely have time to think anyway, so you won’t beat yourself up about it. 

Your eyes land on a specific contact that you don’t know all that well: Shiu Kong, Toji’s friend and his best man at your wedding. You’re not too sure how they know each other, but you know that they’re friends. That’s all you know. You don’t have too many people to rely on, which is why your finger hovers over the contact. The only other person you can try to call is pregnant and you don’t– Fuck, pregnancy. Shit shit shit. 

You have to take a test but you can’t do it here. Just thinking about that possibility makes your stomach churn. You want to be a mother but this situation is less than ideal. You can’t think about it, you have to focus on the task at hand. Which is why your finger clicks on the contact and you call him. The phone rings over and over again, and just as you’re about to hang up, he picks up the phone.

“Hello?” You nearly forgot how his voice sounded. You’re sure the last time you saw him was on your wedding night– No, it was a little after you moved into this apartment. Still, it was so long ago. He gave you his number in case any issue came up, and granted, you’ve never used it. “Who’s this?”

You tell him who you are, and it earns a laugh from him. He never really thought that you’d be using the number, but here you are. You feel a lump in your throat and with every passing second you get more and more anxious. Apart from Megumi, no one really knows about your separation from Toji. You hate saying it out loud, but you have to. “You live in town, right?”

“Uh… Yeah, what’s up?” He asks.

“Have you talked to Toji recently? Did he tell you what’s happening?” You question, and you hear a hum from the other side of your phone. You’re biting your bottom lip, asking yourself just how stupid you are. You were ready to do this alone but suddenly you’re scouring for someone to support you, and funnily enough, you landed on one of Toji’s friends. You sigh, “Can you do me a favor without contacting him?”

“Sure.” He doesn’t really hesitate which you appreciate. 

“Are you too busy with work? I need to borrow you. It’s important.” You say.

“Guessing I’m your last resort.” He asks and you agree, trying to laugh it off. You don’t really have anyone to rely on. “Let me guess, you’re finally moving out.”

“I am.” You answer, and thankfully you don’t have to talk much before he tells you that he’ll be here. You hang up the phone and walk out of the room to the kitchen to try to eat something before your day officially gets started. There’s nothing too appetizing, you’re not doing the grocery shopping anymore which means Toji has taken over. It’s fair to say he’s horrible at the task. There’s only ketchup, mayonnaise, leftover rise and some other leftovers which you’re too scared to open.

You look into the pantry to find something else, and you only find some saltine crackers, which you take and begin to eat. You can’t be too picky right now. Just as you’re opening the pack, you notice some papers on the dining table, and you walk over to check what it is. You’re assuming it’s some paperwork that Toji has to sign, you overheard Megumi tell his father how he was planning on joining the baseball team and how he needed Toji to sign a couple of things and whatnot. 

You feel your heart drop at what you find. You’d expect to find it on your nightstand, not on the dinner table. He just left it there for Megumi to see as well. And you have no idea why you’re about to cry since you’ve been begging him to sign those papers.

As you see the divorce papers, you realize that even though you’ve been trying to convince yourself that you’re done with Toji, that you don’t care anymore about this marriage or him, you still do. You very much care even though you’ve been trying not to.

You begin to cry, grieving a marriage that was never even worth it. You love him so much that it pains you. You bite down on your lip, holding back a sob as tears roll down your cheeks. You try to make yourself feel better by remembering all the bad times you’ve spent with him. Bad times were most prevalent in your marriage, so this shouldn’t be too bad, right? 

So many insistences pop into your head where you’ve been begging for his love and you end up being an afterthought. It should make you feel better that this is happening, but you’re not; you’re devastated yet also bitter. Bitter because even though Toji claims that he loves you, he still couldn’t say your name. 

You might be devastated, but the more you think about it, the more relieved you are.

It’s clear that you’ve been crying when Shiu picks you up. He doesn’t bother to ask much as he puts your luggage in the trunk and the backseat. He’s quiet when he drives to your new apartment, when you drop off your luggage, when he takes you shopping for new furniture, and when he’s finally about to leave you at your house. He helps you bring the boxes of unarranged furniture into the apartment and when he’s about to leave, he asks the question that you’ve been dreading hearing,

“Are you okay?” It earns a nod from you. You’re busy, you have to arrange a lot of furniture and then you have to go out to get yourself something to eat. He then asks, “Do you need any more help?”

“If you want to stay and arrange some furniture with me.” You try your best to smile at him, and he rolls up his sleeves. You never really thought Shiu meant when he told you that you could rely on him, but he proves himself as he helps you arrange the furniture. He’s doing most of the work on arranging the furniture while you try to help him. 

“It’s a nice apartment… Small but nice.” Shiu says because after spending hours by your side, he’s tired of the silence. You hum in response, and it’s obvious you won’t continue the conversation. He hates the silence. There’s a question that bugs his mind but he knows better than to ask.

When he’s almost done arranging the bed frame, he tells you, “I think we forgot to buy you a mattress.”

“I can’t believe I forgot that.” You chuckle. Your mind is all over the place. You’ll just sleep on top of blankets for the night or something like that. Unless Shiu wants to go shopping with you again. Shiu’s phone rings and he stands up from the floor, excusing himself outside to pick up the phone.

You’re looking around the place, and you think about the possibility of pregnancy. Where would you fit a crib? How would you handle a baby? You have no idea what you’d do, and you’ll try not to think about it for now.

Your stomach growls, and you stand up as well. You pull out your phone to look up places near you to eat, and as you look at all the different places and you decide what you crave, you miss how Shiu is back in the apartment. When he speaks up, you jump a little since you’re startled. You end up clearing your throat before you ask him,

“Are you in the mood to eat anything?��� He ends up shaking his head.

“Let’s finish here first.” He responds, and you awkwardly smile at him.

“I want to thank you for helping me out, Shiu. I know that we’ve barely talked, and I know that you’re Toji’s friend too.” You begin, watching as Shiu opens another box. 

“I gotta say… I’m surprised this is all happening. Especially since you’re both… You know…” Shiu says as he pulls out all the pieces in the box. You tilt your head to the side and you ask him,

“Since…?” 

“You both love each other.” He tells you, and you roll your eyes. It’s all a lie, Toji doesn’t love you. He continues speaking, “But I knew this would happen eventually. Toji has never been a great husband, doubted he’ll be good as a second husband.”

“Yeah… He sucks.” You really can’t say much, knowing that speaking about it will end up in you in tears. Plus you doubt that Shiu wants to talk badly about his dear friend. “Is that why you told me I could rely on you?”

“Partially so.”

“You should’ve told me before I got married.” Or before you got pregnant… At least that’s what’s popping up into your head at this moment. You try to laugh.

“Would you have not gotten married?” He asks, and you end up sighing. You wouldn’t have stopped yourself. You wouldn’t have listened to anyone, especially when Toji assured you he loved you.

When there’s no response he says, “Let’s get something to eat.”

You don’t talk about anything important with Shiu at lunch. You take the opportunity to stop at a pharmacy to shop for what you need. You tell him you need something for your period, and Shiu doesn’t bother to ask questions. 

“I’ll wait for you here.” Shiu says, and you nod in response. You rush inside and try not to run as you look for the pregnancy tests. When you finally find them, you run to the register to buy them. The cashier takes forever to do everything, and you’re so close to just throwing cash at him and running to the bathroom to take it.

You’re more and more impatient with each passing second, you can’t wait till you get home to take the test. When he’s bagging it up, you snatch the test out of his hands and run to the bathroom to take it. You can’t take too long, knowing that Shiu is waiting for you. If he asks about anything, you’ll say you had to change your pad or something.

This can’t wait another minute. You still have so much more to do, you have no idea when you’ll get home. Your eyes skeem over the instructions and you wipe down the seat before you do as the instructions say.

Your hands are shaking while you do everything. Your breath hitches and you’re trembling even more. You hear as the bathroom’s door opens and closes, and you’re scared of making a sound while people walk by.

You’re wondering why this is happening. You’re usually very careful, especially with Toji of all people because for some reason he doesn’t get a vasectomy although he doesn’t want more kids. You take a pill every single day to avoid this situation. Maybe under all the stress you forgot to take it once or twice which is a grave mistake considering you’ve ironically been having sex with Toji more than ever. Maybe you should’ve gotten an implant or an IUD, you wouldn’t be scared like this if you had either of those birth controls.

You’ll be fine. You close your eyes for a moment, and you take a deep breath. You’ll be fine. Totally fine. When you open your eyes the test will be negative. You know that when you open your eyes– You inhale before you open your eyes, and you see the results. Your eyes well up with tears as you wrap the test up with toilet paper before you throw it away. You walk out of the bathroom and try to contain your tears as you walk to Shiu’s car.

“Everything okay?” He asks when you get into the passenger seat. You can’t look at him as you hum in response. 

“Heavy flow.” Is all you have to say, knowing that he won’t ask questions. He begins to dry, and you assume that he’s going to the closest place that sells mattresses. You agreed at lunch that you’d get a mattress and that’d be all. After that you’d be on your own.

Your head leans on the window, and you’re trying not to think about what you’re going to do next because you’ll end up bursting into tears, and you don’t want to explain anything to Shiu. You clear your throat before you tell him, “I really want to thank you for today, Shiu. I had no idea what I was going to do.”

“I told you that you can count on me, did I not? I’m a man of my word.” He says.

“Nothing like Toji.” You murmur, and he decides that he didn’t hear it. You feel the car come to a stop, and you furrow your brows before asking, “Why–”

You look at the building, and you scoff. You have no idea why you weren’t expecting this. You look at Toji, holding a bouquet of flowers, and you turn your head the other way because you don’t have the heart to look at him right at this moment.

“Can we just go please? I don’t have anything to talk to him about.” You say as Shiu rolls down the car window. Of course he isn’t on your side but he also doesn’t have to do this. 

“Hi.” You hear Toji as he walks to the car door. 

“Talk to him, at least one last time.” Shiu unlocks the car door. You glare at Toji and then at Shiu. You sigh before you open the car door.

“I doubt this is the last time we’ll talk.” 

#toji x y/n #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #daddy toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji fanfic #toji fic

[fluentmoviequoter]

Our Songs

Requested Here! Here's the Instagram video that inspired this amazing request!!

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!wife!reader

Summary: Deacon sings your song every chance he gets, but when he finds out why you love to hear him sing, he introduces more Sinatra into your life.

Warnings: fluff!!! song lyrics are italicized! if you're only interested in Deacon x reader, stop at the double divider because there's a baby past that break.

Word Count: 1.0k+ words

Playlist (in order of inclusion): I've Got You Under My Skin, You Make Me Feel So Young, The Best is Yet To Come, From the Bottom to the Top, All My Tomorrows (all by Frank Sinatra)

Picture from Pinterest (crossing my fingers that I haven't used this one already but not taking the time to check)

Deacon Kay is a man of many talents. Since meeting Deacon and falling in love with him, every day, you learn about a talent you haven’t seen before. There’s nothing he can’t do, as far as you’re concerned, and you become more convinced of this after you get married.

When you get home from a long day, Deacon is in the kitchen, and you’re greeted by a mouth-watering scent. You take a deep breath, releasing the tension and stress left over from the day. Walking toward the kitchen, you stop when you hear Deacon humming. As you lean against the island, you watch his back as he stirs a pot on the stove before bending to check the pan in the oven. His humming continues, and you close your eyes as you place the song. It played during your first date, and Deacon decided it was your song, so you played it at your wedding, on your honeymoon, and many times after.

“You know,” you begin quietly, “if I’d known you sounded better than Sinatra sooner, you would’ve been asked to sing at the wedding.”

Deacon smiles as he turns toward you. “You flatter me.”

“You make it easy.”

Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly. He loosens his grip on you, but you keep your cheek pressed to his chest, his steady heartbeat a reminder of how much love you share with him. Deacon rubs your back before he sways you gently, humming again before he starts singing.

“I'd tried so, not to give in

I said to myself this affair never will go so well

But why should I try to resist when baby I know so well

I've got you under my skin

I'd sacrifice anything come what might

For the sake of having you near

In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night

And repeats, repeats in my ear.”

“I love you,” you say against Deacon’s chest.

He pushes you out and spins you, smiling at your laugh as you lay your arms over his shoulders, hooking your hands behind his neck. Deacon wraps his arms around your waist, looking into your eyes as he begins singing again.

“You make me feel so young

You make me feel there are songs to be sung

Bells to be rung

And a wonderful fling to be flung

And even when I'm old and gray

I'm gonna feel the way I do today

'Cause you make me feel so young

You make me feel so young

You make me feel so spring has sprung

And every time I see you grin

I'm such a happy individual.”

“I’m going to fall in love with you again,” you murmur.

“Then I’m never going to stop singing,” Deacon replies, then kisses your forehead.

“Hondo will love that; you can kick down a door and then sing ‘Fly Me to the Moon.’”

“Why limit it to Sinatra? There has to be better breaching music.”

You hum in agreement, using your hands behind Deacon’s neck to pull him into a kiss. When you pull back, ready for dinner, you remind Deacon that you love him more than any song could capture or explain.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you wake up the following morning, it’s still dark outside, but Deacon’s voice is floating in from the bathroom.

“Wait 'til your charms are right for these arms to surround

You think you've flown before, but baby, you ain't left the ground

Wait 'til you're locked in my embrace

Wait 'til I draw you near

Wait 'til you see that sunshine place

Ain't nothin' like it here

The best is yet to come, and babe, won't it be fine?

The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine

Come the day you're mine

And you're gonna be mine.”

You smile as he enters the bedroom, and he returns to his rightful place beside you.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” Deacon apologizes.

“You didn’t. But I wouldn’t want to wake up to anything else.”

“I’m starting to think you love the singing more than me.”

“The opposite,” you explain. “I love the singing because it’s you.”

Deacon kisses you, and you smile into the kiss.

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯✯✯✯

“And when we have a little Deacon? What will you sing then?” you ask, making yourself comfortable against Deacon’s side.

With your heart pressed to his, Deacon quickly decides on a song.

“From the Bottom to the Top,” he answers.

“I may need a demonstration.”

Deacon kisses you, distracting you from your question. He hums into the kiss, and you pull yourself closer, enjoying the joy of being wholly in love with Deacon.

✯✯✯✯✯

The nursery is empty when you wake. Walking through the house, you hear Deacon and follow his voice.

“Everything I got

No, it's not a lot

From the bottom to the top

You can have all of me

I will try at one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four

To keep you satisfied

I will try those anything, everything, anything more

To hold you by my side

You can make me laugh

You can make me cry

You can change my heart

If you'll only try

By the stars above

You can have my love.”

When you find Deacon sitting by the patio door, looking down at your baby, you can't help but smile. Moving to sit beside him, you lean your head on Deacon’s shoulder.

“Takes after you,” Deacons says softly. “The moment I start singing, the crying stops.”

“Because you sing from love,” you point out. “And we know you love us.”

“That I do,” Deacon agrees, turning to kiss you.

Your baby coos against Deacon’s chest, and you chuckle as you kiss his jaw.

“I think we need an encore.”

Deacon smiles at you before singing,

“Today I may not have a thing at all

Except for just a dream or two

But I've got lots of plans for tomorrow

And all my tomorrows belong to you.”

“All of my tomorrows are you, Mr. Kay," you whisper.

“And mine are you, Mrs. Kay.”

#david deacon kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #david kay x reader #david deacon kay #deacon kay #deacon kay fluff #requests #fem!reader #hanna writes✯

[moonlightbvcky]

Love,

Kate Bishop x girlfriend!reader

summary: the thought of dating a hero sounds all fun in games, until they’re away fighting crime on your birthday. But knowing Kate, she always has something up her sleeve.

warnings: fluff! Reader is sad because Kate can’t be there for her birthday- or can she? 👀 implied smut at the end.

note: this originally was just going to be a very little something, but while making the moodboard- I got inspired! I’m new at writing, please be nice <3

Happy birthday Ria, you deserve all the good things. I love you so much, you’re the best 🫶 this one’s for you! @belovaskitkat

Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to register your surroundings. You stretched out in your and your girlfriend’s shared bed, a wide smile plastered on your face. Today was your birthday!

You rolled over a little too quickly to where your girlfriend usually would be laying, almost always still asleep. Kate never was and still isn’t a morning person.

The smile quickly faded as you noticed the empty and cold sheets.

“Oh yeah,” you said to yourself in a whisper, remembering her and Clint were on a mission today.

You felt the happiness and excitement in your chest quickly start to fade, until you noticed a little folded note on Kate’s pillow.

Quickly you snatched it up as you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes more to adjust to the sunlight creeping through the curtains.

You unfolded the note, and began to read your girlfriend’s beautifully sloppy handwriting.

“Dear my love,

Happy birthday princess! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to wake you up with kisses and pancakes. However, there’s a little something in the kitchen waiting for you!

- love, your dork.”

You were out of bed faster than you were done reading the darn note. Excitement filling you up again as you were running through your both shared apartment to the kitchen.

Lucky was quick to join in on the excitement, running along beside you as his tail went crazy.

You giggled at the cute dog, and stopped right as you got to the kitchen.

“Oh Lucky, look!” You were immediately in awe at the sight. Two big stuffed teddy bears sitting next to a beautiful cake on the kitchen table. Another folded note tucked into one of the arms of the bears.

Hand on your heart as you walked up to the table, tears forming quickly. Happy yet sad tears.

“I should call and thank her, shouldn’t I? Or do you think she’s in the middle of kicking ass?” You laughed, talking to Lucky as if he could answer you.

You shook away the idea, knowing Kate probably wouldn’t answer, and she’d be home tomorrow anyway.

Picking the note from the teddy bears arms as you admired them both with love in your eyes. You really do have the best girlfriend.

Your shifted towards the cake, taking your pointer finger while holding the note in the other hand, you lightly took some of the frosting off the side of the cake.

“Well- it is my cake,” you shrugged and popped the frosting into your mouth. The cake was just as delicious as it looked!

Pulling the note to your attention finally, you laughed immediately at the sight of Kate’s failed attempt at a heart on the face of the letter. You opened it and your eyes began to follow her writing yet again-

“Dear my beautiful girl,

Happy birthday, baby. I just wanted to remind you that you’re always loved by me. Even on your not so good days, bad days, and even worse days. The day I met you, that was when my life began. It will always start and end with you, y/n. I don’t exactly know who to thank for putting us on this big ball we call earth, for letting our paths cross at the right time. Maybe the stars? I’m not sure. But I’d never be able to thank them enough. You’re always the light I need, the soft place to land, and the one who always hears me when no one else does. You’re always enough. Always. I love you.

- love, your KitKat.”

You felt the warm tears fall onto your cheeks as you finished the letter, a soft cry of happiness leaving your lips.

Just as you were about to get your phone out to call Kate, even on the chance she won’t answer- you heard the front door open behind you.

Quickly you turned around ready to fight, but the person who came into eyesight made your arms and legs go weak.

“Hey birthday girl,” Kate said with a smirk on her face, a couple bags dangling in her hands. More gifts probably.

Immediately you ran to her, engulfing your girlfriend into probably one of your tightest shared hugs yet.

You attacked her face in kisses, Kate laughing and holding you just as tight in response.

“You’re! Here! You’re! Really! Here!” You said between kisses, giggling as the tears didn’t stop.

“Y/n, baby- I’m not about to be if you keep squeezing me so tight!” Kate laughed as you continued to spam her face in kisses yet loosened your grip eventually.

Finally you both shared a soft and tender kiss, Kate’s hands going to your hips as usual. Yours on her shoulders despite her being taller.

Pulling away Kate looked at you in adoration, “happy tears I hope?”

You nodded slightly as Kate whipped them away with her thumbs.

“Very happy. Thank you for my gifts, and my notes. And just- for being you Kate Bishop.” You said softly, the tears slowing as you took in the smell of her.

“Anything for you baby. Happy birthday,” Kate leaned in once more, but this time for a forehead kiss.

You leaned against her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Kate responded against your head.

“I love you most,” you smiled and closed your eyes. Your heart full. This birthday couldn’t get any better.

“What’re you doing home? Not that I’m complaining..” you pulled away looking up at her.

“Clint called me last night while you were sleeping, said the mission was off. I thought it’d be fun to surprise you,” Kate smirked.

“Ya know, I stopped by a little shop on the way home, got a few new little things I think my birthday girl would look good in.” Her hands suddenly tighter on your hips.

Okay.. maybe this birthday could get better after all.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop moodboard #writings <3

[bradshawsbaby]

Ooh, I love these cozy prompts! How about "did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.." for either Bob or Rhett x Honeybee - your choice! ☺️

Thank you for sending one in, my friend! I decided to go with our dear Bobby for this one 🥰

It had been a long week of work for both you and Bob, and the two of you had been looking forward to a weekend of uninterrupted alone time for days. Between Bob’s long hours on North Island and all the extra shifts you had been picking up for the sake of your wedding budget, you and your fiancé had been like two ships passing in the night for what felt like ages.

But this weekend, the stars had aligned perfectly. You and Bob both had off, and you were determined to make every moment count. It wasn’t going to be about wedding planning stuff either—you had assured him of that. All you wanted to do was spend some quality time with your favorite guy. Bob always went above and beyond to show you how much he loved you, so you had taken it upon yourself to go above and beyond planning every little detail of this weekend.

Tonight, you had a reservation at one of your favorite restaurants in La Jolla, the restaurant where you and Bob had gone for your third date—which also happened to be the night you shared your first real kiss. Then tomorrow, the two of you would be spending the afternoon at the San Diego Natural History Museum—you loved seeing your sweet fiancé’s eyes light up as he walked through his favorite exhibits—followed by a picnic in Balboa Park. And as for the rest of the weekend—well, you hadn’t just purchased several new lingerie sets for nothing.

You were buzzing with excitement as you began packing up and getting ready to leave work, pulling out your phone and sending a quick message to Bob, even though you knew he might not see it for a while yet.

I’m so excited for tonight! I have a date with a really cute aviator 😉 Hope he likes me!

You were pleasantly surprised when your phone buzzed only a moment later, and you smiled as you opened his reply.

Oh, trust me, he doesn’t just like you. He LOVES you! I can’t wait! See you soon, sweetheart ♥️

As fate would have it, you got stuck in a bit of traffic on your way home, which meant that you and Bob ended up pulling into your driveway at the same time. Dropping your things on the ground, you launched yourself into your fiancé’s open arms and smothered him with kisses, knocking his glasses askew in your excitement.

Bob chuckled in that shy way of his, his cheeks and ears turning red, which made your heart warm with love for him.

“You’d think I’d been gone for a few months instead of just a few hours,” he grinned, keeping his large arms pressed against your back as he dropped a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I just missed you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and gazing up at him.

Affection blazed in Bob’s eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and nodded slowly. He knew you weren’t just talking about today.

“It’s been a long week,” he sighed, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as he bent to pick up your things with his other hand and led you to the front door of your modest home, the first one you’d shared together. “Thank goodness it’s finally Friday.”

You sighed softly as well, letting out a loud yawn as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I know, I’m exhausted.” Glancing at the clock, you noted, “We have some time before we have to start getting ready for dinner. Why don’t we just rest our eyes for a little bit?”

“This is why I love you,” Bob laughed, lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

The two of you giggled happily as you nestled together on top of the blankets, still in your work clothes, and closed your eyes, figuring a nice twenty minutes of laying horizontally would restore some of your energy.

When you opened your eyes again, the bedroom was shrouded in darkness and you had no idea what day it was.

Fumbling around in the dark, you reached out for your phone, bumping your snoozing fiancé in the process. When you saw the date and time blaring across your phone screen, your stomach sank.

Groaning beside you, Bob sat up slowly, looking equally confused as he blinked a few times. Turning to look at you, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to bite back a yawn.

“Did we—did we fall asleep?”

“I think we did,” you nodded, glancing down at your rumpled work clothes. “Oh, Bobby, our reservation!”

It was already two hours past your reservation time, and you had two missed calls from the restaurant.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bob assured you, sitting up more so that he could take you into his arms and press a comforting kiss to your shoulder. “We can go another time.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think that we would—”

Bob shushed you with a kiss, running his fingers through your hair and holding you close. “I don’t care about the reservation,” he whispered against your lips. “I just want to be with you. And holding you right here, in our bed, after the longest week known to man feels like a pretty good way to start the weekend to me.”

Smiling, you snuggled up against his chest and relaxed. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I know it,” he replied softly, rubbing your back. “I love you, too.”

cozy and content prompts

#bob drabble #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun: maverick #lewis pullman

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

HEY HEY HEYYYYYY

Would you please write Mickey Altieri x Fem reader where she is Derek’s sister, (say they are twins or something) and Mickey really likes her…

But Derek is like really overprotective because he heard what happened between Sidney and Billy a year back and is worried that something similar might happen to reader, with all the killings going on again.

You’d be amazing if you did this but don’t feel forced :) 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

hi!! sorry this one took so long, I loved the prompt and kept starting and restarting because I wanted this to be at least a little bit decent . hope this is what you wanted!! (as always, feel free to let me know if it isn’t <3)

“PROTECT ME?”|| MICKEY ALTIERI X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: above

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Despite the recent string of murders, the Windsor campus remains as busy as ever. The college quad in particular is brimming with life, hordes of students rushing to their next class or simply sitting down, enjoying the warm spring sun. You yourself sit cross legged leaning against the trunk of a tree, laughing as Mickey tells you about the making of his latest short film.

“You know, you should be in one my movies.” Mickey says offhandedly. “One of my class movies. Get your mind out of the gutter.” He adds after seeing the look on your face. “Unless you want-“

The look Derek sends him is so uncharacteristic that it almost looks comedic. Almost.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” Mickey says. “It was a joke. But seriously,” he says, sending you a boyish grin that practically makes your heart skip a beat, “we should totally talk your potential film career sometime. Maybe over dinner?”

It’s hardly subtle, but you can’t bring yourself to care when Mickey Altieri is the one who’s asking. “I’d like that,” you answer simply with a smile. “I’m free tonight if you are?”

Mickey opens his mouth to speak, but he’s interrupted before he even gets a word out.

“Actually, you’ve got that test tomorrow, remember?” It’s your turn to shoot Derek a look now, irritated when he simply pouts like he’s doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

“Yeah, and I’ve already studied. I’ll go over my notes in the morning, Derek.” You know your tone sounds totally bitter, but you’re starting to grow annoyed with your brother. It feels like recently you’ve barely spent any alone time with Mickey, and every time you come even close, Derek swoops in with the perfect brother routine to make sure you stay firmly away from the man. Mickey asks if you want to study with him over at his place? Derek offers to come too and sits between you both the whole time. Mickey asks you to go the movies with him? Derek needs your help planning a surprise for Sidney. Mickey waits for you outside class and asks if you want to and sit outside with him? Derek overhears and invites himself along. It’s completely infuriating.

Even now, you don’t miss the way your brother keeps glancing over at his best friend, trying to be subtle but failing spectacularly. It’s like he’s worried that if he looks away for too long, Mickey will pounce on you right there and then. If only, you think to yourself. You know it’s definitely… unconventional to have a massive crush on your brother’s best friend, but how could you help yourself? With his constant flirting and all around charisma, you were always bound to fall for Mickey Altieri. And from the looks of it, he seems to like you too. Which makes Derek inability to simply get lost all the worst.

“Still, I don’t think that mom would be too happy to hear that you’re neglecting your studies to go on dates. I mean, that’s what it is right, a date?

That bastard.

You honestly don’t know why he cares so much about your potential love life - or lack of so, all thanks to his stupid meddling. You glance over to Mickey, who simply stares at Derek slightly dumbfounded. You can see the hidden annoyance in the way he tenses his jaw though, his usually carefree and casual expression clouded over with something darker.

“You tell mom and I’ll never speak to you again,” you say, only half exaggerating. “Besides, I don’t really see how it’s any of your goddamn business in the first place.”

Derek just looks at you for a moment, huffing when he’s met with nothing but your impatient gaze.

It’s Mickey who breaks the silence, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’m gonna give you two a minute,” he says, before he disappears just out of your line of sight, his eyes locked on you as he walks away.

You decide to wait until you’re sure he’s out of earshot before talking. “What are we doing here, Derek?” You ask, exasperated. “Is this because you don’t want me dating your best friend? Do think it’s gonna make it weird or something? Hell, have you fallen out with Mickey?

“What? No, We’re fine!”

You can’t help but scoff at that. “Seriously, Der? You’ve been anything but fine all week. I mean, you’ve been my own personal Mickey guard dog recently! You don’t think you at least owe me an explanation to why that is?

Derek sighs, finally looking up to meet your gaze. “Fine. But please don’t take this wrong way, okay? I’m only trying to protect you.”

It’s so unexpected that a laugh bubbles from your throat. “Protect me? From Mickey? What the hell do you need to do that for?

“Well, what with all the… killing going on, wouldn’t you rather be safe than sorry?” And I’m not saying Mickey’s behind it,” Derek adds, seeing the look on your face, “but is that a risk you really wanna take? I mean, last time it all happened, it was Sidney’s boyfriend the entire time. And I can’t let you get hurt too, I-“

“Derek.” You sigh, your expression softening. “I’m glad that you care so much. And I understand that you’re worried - I do. But Mickey’s not Billy Loomis! He’s your best friend, for fuck sake! And even if, on the tiny, tiny off chance that he is behind it all,don’t you think that it’s my mistake to make? I trust him, Der. And if you can’t trust him, you should at least trust me. Besides, Mickey’s not even my boyfriend! Well, maybe if you actually left us alone for a minute…” You trail off, biting your lip as so not to laugh at the distaste on your brothers face.

“I still don’t like it.” He argues, his expression stern.

“And you don’t have to,” you shrug. “I like it, and I like him. A lot. You’re gonna have to learn to live with that. Can’t protect me forever.”

He sighs, and you know you’ve finally gotten through to him. “I know that. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“And you won’t,” you say, relief washing over you as you pull Derek into a quick hug. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like if I’ve got a date to arrange.”

You don’t stand around to see Derek’s reaction to that, and you bound over to Mickey instead, finding him pacing around a nearby wall.

“So, what was all of that about?” He asks. “Is your brother pissed at me for trying to defile his sister?”

“I talked to him.” You say, pointedly ignoring that last question. “He’s okay. He only wants the best for me.”

“Hey, I only want the best for you,” Mickey says suddenly, stopping and taking your hands in his. Within an instant, you’re acutely aware of how close he’s become, and you can’t help but flick your gaze down to his lips for the briefest moment. “I would never fucking hurt you.” And he says like it’s imperative that you know.

“I know that” You murmur. You can’t help but wonder how Derek could possibly think Mickey was dangerous, not when he’s always been so caring and gentle with you. Especially not when he looks like this, so beautiful and vulnerable, with a fire burning in his eyes so fiercely that it captivates you completely.

Mickey must notice you staring, and you don’t miss the smile that tugs on his lips.

“Now that we’re alone,” he says lowly, making you shiver ever so slightly. “Can I-“

You don’t let him finish his sentence. Within an instant, your lips are on his, and you hear the breath hitch in Mickey’s throat. It takes him only a moment to regain his composure before he’s kissing you back eagerly, his hands moving to your waist in an attempt to pull you closer still. It all feels so familiar, and you can’t help but feel reassured by the comfort that fact brings you.

After what definitely isn’t long enough, you pull back and take a deep breath, the small smile on your face the perfect reflection of Mickey’s. You catch Derek’s eye and try and send him the most subtle thumbs up you can, satisfied when his frown slips ever so slightly. Small victories.

“So,” you say, turning your full attention back to Mickey once more. “What is it you were saying about dinner?”

#scream x reader #scream x you #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #mickey altieri x you #fanfiction #scream imagine #scream 2 #mickey altieri #derek feldman #timothy olyphant x reader #scream headcanons

[synthetickitsune]

Yay! For wonho I was thinking fluff prompt 30 and smut prompts 11&21 (idk if it's too many sorry it's so hard to choose) thank you sm 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Wonho | “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.” & Giggly & Slow and sensual suggestive | 0.5k | gn!reader

It was easy to predict how the evening’s gonna go. Once Hoseok asked you if you want to go back to his place, your stomach twisted in excitement before he could even finish the sentence. You agreed enthusiastically, and after that it seemed neither of you could hold back your smiles or stifle your laughter.

But that’s how a good date should end, isn’t it?

His gentlemanly treatment of you continued once you arrived, and all the way to when he gently laid you down on the bed and crawled over you. 

He pushes your shirt up, kissing his way up to your lips without properly undressing you. You squirm under him, fingers digging into the muscles on his back and pulling on his shirt until he finally takes it off. Not that you feel any more in control being more dressed than him.

Once his shirt is off, though, he just keeps looking down on you, drinking you in with a smile on his face so sweet and loving that it makes you shy.

“What?” you mumble, shifting your focus on his body to keep your blood rushing a direction opposite to your reddening cheeks.

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time,”  he bites his lip. His ears turn red just like yours, and he finally bends down to kiss you.

“Hoseok, you already have me in your bed, no need to seduce me,” you tease, hoping to calm your racing heart. He chuckles and kisses you again, apparently on a mission to make you fall even more hopelessly in love with him than you already are.

“I’m just happy you’re mine,” he whispers against your lips, his hand holding your jaw in place. It sounds violent, but his touch is caring.

“Just now?” you need to fight back. You can’t get all weak for him before you even start. Before he even touches you in a way that you really need. 

“Always, dummy,” he coos, keeping his lips just out of reach. You can’t get closer since he holds you, and your cute little whines just make the smile on his face get wider. Then, slowly, he puts his weight on you and ruts his hips against yours. Only when your lips part in a surprised moan does he kiss you, his tongue easily entering your mouth. It isn’t domineering in any way, and you make up for it by being good for him and melting into his kiss, into his touch, letting him do whatever he wants and however he wants. Your legs jerk around his body with each brush of his bulge against his body. The stimulation is nowhere near to what you crave but it makes your toes curl nonetheless.

“Please, Seok,” you beg between gasping for breath and letting him kiss you senseless, “More.”

“Wait for it,” he murmurs, smiling against your lips, “We have the whole night, and the morning, and the whole tomorrow.”

Somehow your foggy brain processes his words and you chuckle. He’s right. There’s nowhere to rush. You don’t need to leave tonight, you don’t have to worry about waking up for work tomorrow.

“Spoil me then,” you sigh, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him close. He beams at you, gives in easily into your demands. It’s not like he had anything else in mind anyway.

#monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x smut #wonho scenario #wonho x reader #wonho smut #drabble #suggestive #requested

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Make Me a Promise, Please?

kai parker x reader | requested

summary: sometimes the easiest way to deal with pain is to feel it upon your skin. but of course, there's consequences to that. for years, you've been able to hide your scars, though, as you'll quickly discover, you can't hide the truth from your boyfriend for long.

tags: hurt / comfort, s3lf h4rm, mental illness, protectiveness, confessions, soft!kai,

word count: 4.6k

It’s hard to stay afloat when it feels like you’re being pulled beneath the waves. It’s hard to convince yourself to stay strong, to fight, when life throws its punches. It’s easier to take a small fraction of that pain and turn it into something physical. To feel a little bit of it on your skin, rather all of it in your head. That’s what makes the addiction so hard to quit. It’s reckless and tragic, but it’s some relief, nonetheless. 

You avoid eye contact with yourself in the mirror as you reach for the blade again. The first ones weren’t deep enough; they didn’t satisfy the urge. You need something that hurts; something that will leave a scar; something that will prove you tried to fight the darkness that you feel. Biting your tongue, you cut again. Blood is drawn. You taste it in your mouth and feel it upon your skin. It stings, but it feels right. Like you’ve accomplished something. 

For a moment, you just stare at it. Gaze at the wound in your skin, dripping red onto the countertop. It takes about thirty seconds for you to realize it would stain, and only then do you clean it up, then tend to your wrist. A couple dabs to stop the bleeding, but in the midst, you accidentally glance at the mirror. Your own reflection stares back at you. Fresh cuts replace the old that never fully healed. Your nose involuntarily crinkles in disgust. The mind is a confusing place. It simultaneously hates the way you treat yourself, yet promises it’s the only way to ease the pain. 

Sighing, you face the person in the mirror, barely recognizing her to be yourself. It’s hard to remember when things started to get so bad. With a great amount of effort, you finally tear your eyes away and shuffle to your bedroom. A large, cozy sweater hides your arms well. The sleeves go past your fingertips, just how you like them to be. It’s comforting, and warm, and luckily, it’s autumn in Mystic Falls, so it’s not suspicious to wear such heavy clothes. 

The minute you collapse onto your couch, you get a text. Another sigh escapes your lips, afraid it’ll be Damon needing a favor, or Elena seeking relationship advice. But then the weight on your heart seems to lift when you realize it’s your boyfriend. 

kai <3: hi princess, wanna get coffee tmr morning?

kai <3: hey and did i use the slang correctly?

You smile. Kai trying to get in with modern-day texting slang is the most endearing thing. 

y/n: you did!

y/n: and sure, i’d love to get coffee. i miss you

His reply is immediate, as always. 

kai <3: i miss you too. i’m already excited :)

y/n: me too!

You turn on the remote and watch the channel already playing. Doctors always say it’s not good to watch TV before bed, but you’ll do anything to distract yourself from your mind. Though the TV soon becomes background noise as Kai texts you back. 

kai <3: we can go to the grill, which has coffee, unless you want somewhere else?

y/n: grill is good. we know the menu already

kai <3: okay that sounds good

kai <3: nine work?

y/n: perfect!

kai <3: okay cool

kai <3: hey and don’t stay up too late, princess. you need to get some sleep tonight

y/n: i’ll try

y/n: just for you

kai <3: honored, thank you

y/n: see you tomorrow :)

kai <3: can’t wait :)))

You and Kai have been dating for a couple months. He knows you have depression, but he doesn’t know the extent of it. You haven’t told him about any of your self harm and you intend to keep it that way. Kai has enough problems and trauma of his own to handle. You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t need to know yours. 

Besides, you’ll get through it. You’ve always gotten yourself out of things, and you’ll get yourself out of this, too. It just takes time, you repeat. Time to heal. Mentally and physically. You take one last look at the swelling cut on your wrist. It’s raised and pinkish, but no longer bleeding. It’s fine, you tell yourself, I’ll be fine. 

••••

You’re not sure when you fell asleep last night, but sometime around eight the next morning, you suddenly wake up on the couch. For a moment you panic, but realize it isn’t that far of a walk to the grill, and you’ll be okay. If you’re late, he’ll understand. He’s been late to dates plenty of times for oversleeping.

So, with a deep breath, you do your morning routine and don on a new sweater, then head out the door to meet him. 

Conversation with Kai has always been easy. It’s almost as if you’re destined to be together, considering how close you feel with him compared to everyone else in your life. Most people you shy away from, or never fully trust, but from the minute he arrived in town, you’ve felt drawn to him. It’s nice, being able to part with someone, but then pick up where you left off the next day. That’s how it is with him.

“Hi!” He greets, smiling wide.

“Hi,” you say, a little less enthusiastically. You’re excited to see him, yes, but you’re still a bit upset at yourself from last night, and more importantly, haven’t had any coffee yet.

Kai picks up on this immediately. “Ohh, I see, you just woke up. Still need the first cup?”

“Stat.”

“Coming right up.” The waitress comes to your table and he orders for both of you. He memorized your coffee order a long time ago. “So,” he looks you right in the eye, “what time did you actually go to sleep last night?”

You break his eye contact and crinkle your nose. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Crashed on the couch.”

“Oh that kind of night! Wow!”

You fake a smile. “What time did you sleep?”

“Sometime between nine and two.”

“That’s a very large gap.”

“I may have also been a couch crasher,” he admits.

“Oh!” This time, your smile is real. You laugh at his confession, and he joins in happily. And like always, conversation just keeps flowing from there.

••••

Some hour-ish later, you’re still talking. Kai has been on a tangent for a while, but you’re happy to listen. Right now, he’s going on about the internet, getting so excited, he’s almost tripping over his own words.

“So, while I was scrolling yesterday, I saw this stuff called palm reading. I read about it, and it’s all this stuff about the lines on your hand and what they mean for your future. Like, let me see your hand.” Kai doesn’t give much warning between asking his question and taking your hand for himself to read it. Before you can answer, his fingers are wrapping around your wrist and his eyes focus on your palm. Immediately, the cuts burn from his touch. The deep wounds didn’t expect to be grasped so soon after being made, and a stinging shoots up your spine. 

You pull your hand away quickly, teeth clenched. “Ouch! Kai, that hurts!”

The boy drops your wrist in an instant. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

And he didn’t. In fact, his grip was very light. Maybe you were caught off guard, he wonders, but he certainly didn’t grab you tightly. 

“It’s okay,” you put your hand down under the table, “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry for overreacting.”

“You’re okay. But are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I’ve been working on being gentler.”

“I know you have, pumpkin. And I can tell. It’s my fault, I wasn’t expecting it,” you repeat. 

“Okay.” He tries to sound convinced. 

“What were you saying? Palm reading?” You bring the topic back up to take his mind off what just happened.

“Oh, yeah, uh. So you can tell, like, your future or fortunes, or whatever just by reading your palm. Or at least that’s what Google says. Man, the internet is huge. You can learn just about anything on there. Though I wish it would also tell me stuff like, where Damon is at this very moment, so that I can avoid running into him.”

“Someday it might be able to,” you half-joke. “But then he’d probably be able to Google where you are, too.”

Kai shudders at this thought, “never mind, I don’t want that.”

The two of you share a laugh, then your coffee date continues as normal. You keep your hands underneath your crossed legs, below the table, and hidden from sight. Luckily, he doesn’t ask about it, nor try to take your hand again. The incident was a close call, and you have to be less suspicious in the future. The last thing you want is for Kai to be worrying about you, especially when you’ve managed it on your own for so long. 

••••

That night, the floodgates that trap the darkest thoughts break. You can only keep them locked for so long before they find a way out. 

You stare at the cuts left on your wrist from last night. No longer open, but not yet healing. You trace them gently with your finger, and they hurt less. It did hurt earlier when Kai grabbed your wrist, but they were fresher then, and like you said, you weren’t expecting it. Despite the boy’s attempts to be more gentle, he does have a strong grip. It’s not his fault. None of this is. 

You pull the sleeves back over your wrists, and now with Kai on your mind, silently curse yourself. Why did you scold him for touching you earlier? How could you have let your guard down? Why did you drag him into your life in the first place? He has enough problems on his own without having to deal with yours - why were you so selfish to involve him? The boy has a lifetime of generational trauma to work through, plus decades of abuse and neglect from his family. His siblings feared him for no reason, until he gave them one, brought on by a tightened cord that finally snapped. He has all this, and you’re the one hurting yourself to deal with your pain. And sure, you have trauma of your own, but all your problems seem miniscule when you compare them to your boyfriend’s. 

Like making a hot stew, you throw point after point into the pot that is your mind. Your doubt, your fears, your decisions. Every negative thing you’ve tried to push away returns to the forefront, and it feels like you’ve just pressed the simmer button. It’s hard to stop the thoughts from flowing once they’ve taken control. You sink into the couch, tears welling in your eyes, hands shaking. A sob escapes your lips and you beg for everything to stop, but it only seems to make it worse. 

Then, in the middle of your panic attack, Kai sends a text. 

kai <3: hey, can I come over tomorrow night? we can watch a movie or just talk, idk. I don’t care what we do as long as I get to be with you

It takes you a minute to respond. The chiming of your phone cleared your thoughts, but only for a moment. They come back in full strength as soon as you read his message. 

You shouldn’t be with him. You’re a burden in his life; too many problems. 

You consider ignoring the text. Pretend like you didn’t see it. Answer after you’ve settled down. 

But Kai is clingy and sends a double text once a minute passes. 

kai <3: princess, are you there? 

Usually, you always answer him immediately. You know he has issues with abandonment. 

y/n: sorry pumpkin, i was heating up my coffee

y/n: tomorrow is good :)

kai <3: okay, cool :D 

y/n: okay <3

After that, your mind goes fuzzy. The thoughts haven’t left, but they’re not swarming, either. Your heart is racing from your panic attack, but the rest of your body feels paralyzed. You’re not sure when you calm down, but eventually, you return to a normal state. It takes a minute to peel yourself off the couch, though after a bit of movement and a cup of your favorite drink, you start to feel a bit better. Tomorrow, you think to yourself, you cannot sink. You cannot let the thoughts take over, and you must, for the love of all things, keep your sleeves around your wrists. 

••••

The next day is relatively normal. It’s an average day, with an average mood, neither good nor bad. But you’re grateful for this, because no highs or lows means you should be able to keep up a brave face around Kai. There should be no reason he’d suspect anything is off about you. Just keep your distance, and don’t let the mood drop. 

At about seven in the evening, you’re greeted with his charming smile at your front door.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smile back, welcoming him into your apartment. 

“How have you been today?”

“Okay. You?”

“Good, now that I’m here.”

“Cheesy.”

He gives you a wink, then asks, “have you eaten today?”

��To be honest, not really,” you admit, “a little.”

“Oh, princess, what did we talk about?”

“That I need more than just coffee.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot!”

“It’s okay, you’re not in trouble.” He makes his way to the kitchen, kissing your cheek in the process. “But I am gonna make you something now, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And it’ll be simple enough that you can make it in a jiffy if you need to.”

“Why would I cook when I can just invite you over?”

“Oh I would love for you to do that. But you also need to learn to make something, peach.”

“I can make myself food,” you pout.

“Oh? So what did you eat today?”

You roll your eyes. Kai then narrows his gaze, challenging you.

“Cup of noodles.”

“Did you boil the water?”

“I used the Keurig.”

“That’s what I thought. Alright, this is gonna be so simple, just twenty minutes. You pick your protein, pick your vegetables, and pick a couple of seasonings. Throw them all in a saucepan. Mix them around until the protein is cooked thoroughly and the vegetables are tender, and you’re done. I’ve got a little list here, for you, of what goes well with what, so you don’t have to guess or look it up yourself. It’s easy, and can honestly be fun, Y/N. I used to make these kinds of things all the time when Dad would let me cook. The kids liked it, so you should, too.” He ruffles your hair playfully. 

You shy away from his hand, not wanting your hair messed up, but it’s too late. “So I’m a kid? Thanks.”

“Oh, shush. You know what I mean.”

For a moment, you just watch him. You’re honestly touched by how much he cares for you - making sure you eat, and making a little list for you to go off of, too. You mentally tell your thoughts from last night to fuck off, feeling a lot more secure in your relationship now. 

“Sooo, are you gonna eat, princess? Or are you gonna make me heat up the Keurig? Because I’d much rather cook you something, or rather, help you cook something, than do that. Plus this way would be so much more fun.”

You can’t argue with his puppy dog eyes. “Fine. Only if you promise to help and don’t wander off and leave me alone with the stove.”

“I promise. No leaving until you’re comfortable.”

“Okay.” 

“Alright.” He points to his list, “pick which threesome you want.”

The term makes you giggle as you make your selection, and then you both get to work.

Ten minutes later, everything’s sizzling in the pan, and you’re cursing yourself for denying it’d be easy. Kai was surprisingly patient as you grumbled your way through the few minutes of preparation, but now he’s smirking at you as you admit it wasn’t that hard. 

“I told you, princess.”

“Hmph,” you reply. 

“Okay, this time is your turn to flip everything.” He hands you the spatula. 

“What? No, I don’t wanna!”

“Hey, no escaping!”

You quickly turn away, planning to do just that. 

“You said I can’t leave you, so you can’t leave me!” With a playful, yet serious expression, he reaches out and grabs your wrist to get you back. Just like yesterday, pain shoots up your spine, and you wince in response. Kai drops your arm immediately. You slap a hand over your mouth.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” You still haven’t turned to face him. Tears well up in your eyes. 

“That didn’t seem like you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Princess, look at me.”

“One second.”

“Y/N,” he starts, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I promise.”

“At least look at me, please.”

Slowly, you turn to him. Panic heightens both your physical and emotional states, so you bet your face is reddening in addition to the tears forming in your eyes. “I’m fine, Kai.”

“I hurt you,” he concludes. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“You said that yesterday.”

Your lips tremble as he makes the connection. “Yeah, I just…” No good excuses are coming to you, leaving you to stare at him as he stares back expectantly. 

Kai then turns off the burner and reaches a hand out to you. You flinch immediately. 

A second later, you curse yourself again. Never, ever have you flinched at him. He’s never given you a reason to be afraid; you’ve always felt safe with him. And knowing how everyone else in his life has ever treated him, you swore to yourself you’d never flinch around him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Somehow Kai seems to know it’s not him making you nervous. “It’s okay. But you need to let me know what’s going on.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” 

His jaw clenches, making you gulp. He’s not messing around anymore. Something is off about your behavior, and he’s going to find out soon.

“How about we do this tomorrow? I’m really tired and I want to go to bed.”

“Y/N-”

“Kai, please.”

“Has someone else hurt you?”

“No! I promise! I’m just… flinchy today, I don’t know. I’m not hurt. But I am really tired.”

He takes a deep breath, and for a moment, you think he’s going to give up. The words, thank you, dance on the tip of your tongue. A fake smile is prepared on the edge of your lips. 

But then Kai jumps forward and grabs your elbow with a strength you can’t fight. He pins you against the countertop, with a knee in between your legs, and his body nearly pressed up to yours. 

“Kai…” It’s not him that’s scaring you, it’s him finding out about your secret. Sweat beads on your forehead. You swallow hard. 

“Tell me the truth.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Y/N… you have three seconds.”

Even if you wanted to tell, you couldn’t. The words are stuck in your throat. 

“Three… two…”

You turn your head away from him when he reaches one. You can’t bear to see his face when he realizes what you’ve done. 

Eyes squeezed shut, you feel him roll up your long sleeves, then turn your wrist until the scars are visible. A deep exhale leaves his body, but he doesn’t let up on the pressure holding you to the counter. 

“Y/N.”

You don’t answer.

“Y/N, look at me.” When you still don’t reply, he puts his pointer finger on your chin to move your head. “Open your eyes.” 

“I can’t.”

“Y/N,” he tries a third time. His voice cracks a little. 

You can’t bear it anymore and throw your arms around his neck. His hold on you became weak when he saw the damage done, so there was no resistance to you throwing yourself at him. “I’m sorry.”

He responds instantly, hugging you back. It takes a second for words to return to him, though. “Don’t apologize.” He takes a deep breath. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Jump.” 

You do, swinging your legs around his waist. Kai carries you to the couch, then sits you down with a blanket. He moves a little to the side, but keeps a hand on your knee. “Y/N, please talk to me. Is this why you’ve been hurting? When did this happen?”

Finally, you look at his face and see the tears threatening. You’ve never seen him cry, and the sight makes yours even more impending. “Yeah. It’s why. I, um, a couple days ago, I guess.”

“Why, princess? Why do you hurt yourself?”

“Just… stuff… Stupid stuff.”

“No stuff is stupid if it’s your stuff. Tell me.”

“I promise, you don’t want to hear it, it’s… stupid.”

“Y/N, please. I am begging you to tell me. Please.” He leans forward to kiss your knee, putting the puppy dog eyes on once more. “I need to know.”

And so, like a broken dam, it all comes gushing out at once. From the smallest reason to the biggest, from the first time to the most recent, to whom you’ve ever wanted to tell to whom you’ve actually told, you share all of it. Through all of it, Kai listens. His lip trembles like yours did previously, and his tears fall eventually, but he never interrupts you. He keeps his hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly. It calms you down in a much needed way. 

“And, uh, guess that’s it,” you finish, some ten minutes later. “I’m sorry to dump this on you. I know you have your own trauma and stuff to deal with.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me. And I’m sorry for hurting you when I grabbed your wrist those two times earlier.”

“It’s okay, Kai. You really were gentle, both times, but they’re just new, and will take a couple days to heal. And they’re not as bad as they look, I promise. The swelling will go down soon, and then I’ll just have some ugly scars.”

“I know,” he says softly. “We can have matching scars, princess.”

“Matching… what?” His words hit you painfully, “Kai…?”

“It’s okay. Mine are old. From my childhood, and some from the prison world. I won’t show you unless you want to see them.”

“Can I?”

He nods slowly, then takes an arm out of his shirt sleeve. 

“Both my shoulders,” he doesn’t say the rest of the sentence, showing you instead. White lines are scattered across his upper arm, some short, some longer. There’s more visible ones where his cuts were deeper, though some have mostly faded unless you’re looking for them. You knew when you started that the scars would never truly fade, but some part of you is still shocked to see Kai’s are still there after twenty years. 

“When was this one?” You point to a particularly deep-looking one closer to his collarbone. “What happened?”

“Oh, that was from Dad. Used magic to do it. Luckily, it was a one-time punishment.”

“Kai… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. That’s all over now. And I have you, someone who I finally trust enough to talk to about it. Which is nice, by the way.”

You nod, then bite your lip. Again, he senses something’s wrong.

“What’s up?”

“I feel like my shit doesn’t even compare to what you went through as a child.”

“Oh, peach, it doesn’t matter who had it worse. Trauma is still trauma, and we can work it out together. I trust you, okay? You trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now, can you make me a promise about something?”

“I can try.”

“A try is all I ask for right now. Okay, the next time you’re feeling this way, can you come to me? Call, text, have me come over, anything. Let me help you through it before you take it out on yourself, because you’re not the one that should be punished, okay? Doing this is punishing yourself for shit other people are putting you through, and you deserve better than that. And take it from someone who knows, baby, I know it’s addicting, I know it seems impossible to stop, but you can. I haven’t done it in, oh, maybe ten years? It’ll get better; you will feel better. I want to help you get there, Y/N. Will you help me do that?”

You nod quickly, “okay.”

“Okay, sounds good. You are way too precious to lose, and I don’t want one of these cuts to get too deep, or anything like that. And I hate knowing that somebody or something is making you feel bad enough that you want to hurt yourself, but I’ve been banned from killing people, so I’m gonna focus my energy on helping you feel better, okay?”

You can’t help but giggle. “Okay, Kai.”

“There you go. That’s what I like to hear.” He squeezes your cheeks. “Cute little laugh. Can I have a kiss?”

“Mhm.” Both of his hands cup your face as he leans in to kiss you. One of yours goes to his cheek, while the other rests on his exposed shoulder with uncertainty. 

“It’s okay,” he mutters against your lips. 

You kiss him again, smiling. When he breaks it off, you trail your lips down his neck and to his scars. You kiss along his shoulder sweetly. The moment you pull away, he takes your palm in his hand to kiss your own scars. His lips are gentle against the raised skin, but there’s no pain. Your eyes flutter. You honestly love the feeling. In fact… 

“Kai?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“I love you.”

He stops, mid-kiss, and looks at you. “You love… me?”

You nod, excited to have admitted the words, and to have heard them fall off his lips. 

“I’ve never had anyone love me before.”

“Well I do.”

The hint of attitude in your voice makes him grin. You say the words like they’re easy for you. Words that he hasn’t heard in forever. The last person to utter them to him was his mother, with whom he never felt close. The last time she said them was when he was fourteen. Before he became the resident problem child; before his father forbid her to show any affection towards the boy. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.” He kisses her again, this time like his life depends on it. You return it with the same desire, and in that moment, he thanks himself for every decision he made that brought him to you. 

The next time you break apart, he clears his throat. “Now, if I may suggest a change of plans? Let me finish cooking over there, while you stay here and keep my spot warm. I’ll bring you some dinner and a glass of water. Then we can cuddle, or whatever else, talk, don’t talk, doesn’t matter. But I’d like to stay here with you as long as you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” you agree.

You sit tight for ten more minutes as he finishes cooking, and before you know it, he’s right back in your arms. As promised, you kept his seat warm by giving him your spot and then curling up in his lap. After you eat, your dishes retire to the coffee table, and neither of you move for the rest of the night. You fall asleep first, head on his chest and clearly content. Kai drifts off shortly after you, but not before muttering another, I love you, and softly kissing your scars one more time. 

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Sexiest man alive’s photographer wife pt. 3!

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,176

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Squirming out from under Chris I leave the room as he takes up the entire bed

Dodger follows and I let him out while I turn the heater on in this unnecessarily cold house

While he sleeps off the alcohol I work and respond to emails

The top priority one being the People magazine one. I’ve photographed for better magazines but I think I’d enjoy this one

Who wouldn’t want to photograph the sexiest man alive?

Hell, I would enjoy it

Don’t tell Chris I said that

She calls me as I stare at the coffee pot slowly brewing coffee

“Hi”

“Hi! We wanted to solidify some plans, I have received the final decision and we have plans set in place with the winner.”

“Can I know yet?”

She pauses saying “I’m sorry. We can’t discuss it yet.”

I sigh saying “Figures. Alright, I’m back in Boston. I can do a meeting and some prep work if you’d like at the location. Have you decided where?”

“No… we were actually hoping that you had some suggestions outside of the studio.”

Nodding and drinking the hot coffee, only to spit it back out as it burns my mouth I say “I have a place in mind, but you may need to adjust your wardrobe for the shoot. My friend, is a rancher and owns a beautiful property. I can send you his info but for it to be private you’re gonna need to rent it out.”

“That can be arranged. Thank you!”

“And when do I get to meet the winner?”

“We will have a preliminary shoot a day before. When are you free? He only has one conflict with the dates you’ve provided but all the rest work. He’s pretty flexible with the schedule.”

Smiling I say unknowingly “Sounds like my kind of person.”

We both laugh and she says “Oh for sure.”

Dodger lays on my feet and I say “Let’s shoot for Wednesday. That’ll give me enough time-”

“It’s supposed to rain on Wednesday.”

I groan saying “Okay… Tuesday? Sorry I haven’t checked the weather.”

“Rain, again.”

“Monday?”

“Tomorrow? You think you could do it that early?”

“And the preliminary shoot would be…today?”

She pauses saying “Wait.. it’s Saturday? Sorry. It was a long night.”

She laughs and says “Tomorrow would be the preliminary shoot and interview and Monday would be the shoot. Do you think you could do it?”

“Yeah. I’ll move some things around.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

I wrap up the call, petting Dodger as Chris begins to wake up. At 11, and he looks around our bedroom confused

“Did I really dream she was here?”

I drop a pan on accident, cursing as Dodger barks at me. I shush him and attempt to quietly put it away

Chris stands up and groans but smiles as he enters the room, I poorly attempt to clean up as his arms snake around me

“Honey, you’re home.”

I smile and he kisses my shoulder as I say “Only took a flight from hell to get here.”

“Well I’m thankful you’re home.”

I kiss him and he holds me tightly. I pause saying “You were drunk last night.”

“Yeah, Scott had friends from high school to meet up with and I joined. I had a bit too much to drink. I need coffee. Tons of coffee..”

He looks to the nearly empty pot as I try to slip out of his grasp. He holds me tightly as he shakes the empty pot saying “Seriously?”

I laugh as he throws me over his shoulder and says “Where did you hide it!”

“I’m sorry! You’re the one who forgot to go grocery shopping!”

He tosses me onto the couch shaking me saying “I need it!” In full actor dramatics he puts on a desperate act

He shakes his head saying “We had half a bag left.. and you consumed it all. At this point I could just..”

He pretends to fall asleep on top of me and I laugh loudly as I say “it only made like 4 cups!”

“4 cups! Only 4 cups! What are you a caffeine addict? My wife everyone… the coffee hog. Who clearly loves coffee more than her husband.”

Laughing loudly he kisses my neck saying “Tell me where you hid it.”

I go into a fit of laughs as his scruff tickles my neck and he shakes his head as he smiles to me “You’re laughing won’t help you out of this. No matter how much I love you.”

I smile widely and hold his face in my hands saying “I’ll drive you to the store. And buy you some coffee.”

“Just when I thought I could never forgive you.”

Smiling he kisses me and pulls me up to my feet

He makes a bee line for the coffee pot, dumping the half a cup of coffee into a cup

He gives me a look and I smile “Sorry.”

He says “I should’ve gone shopping. I was just too busy trying to get through to my wife via telephone. But clearly she doesn’t have a working one anymore.”

I shake my head saying “I’m telling you, flight from hell..”

He shakes his head and follows me out the door. I look to him as he gets into the passenger seat, still with his morning hair and sleepy eyes

“You look very cute.”

He looks to me and says “Handsome.”

I shake my head saying “Sure.”

I squeeze his hand as we make our way to the store, getting our coffee and going about our day

He doesn’t mention the Sexiest man alive news

And I don’t get around to it

It slips our mind as we leave work out of our day off

Just enjoying the time right now

The next day, I wake up early. Too early.

I slip the top sheet off our bed as I cover myself up with something as I slide the comforter over Chris,

kissing his lips and walking to the kitchen

“Were you really not going to call your brother in law and tell him you were home?”

I jump as I look to the door and grumble saying “Scott. Don’t scare me like that. You knew I was home already, when you dropped off my drunk husband.”

“I didn’t think you remembered that.”

Nodding I say “I do. Why are you here? We are so busy I am actually wasting time having this conversation with you.”

“Rude. I’m here to take Dodger to my sisters. Chris wasn’t anticipating you being back yet so maybe that changed. Are you naked?”

I grumble, tightening the sheet around me saying “I’m in my own home. That I own with my husband. I’m allowed to be naked. I have a sheet over me and I wasn’t anticipating you being here right now.”

He makes a face saying “What are you up to today? Chris says he has meetings.”

“Meetings. Editing. Boring contracts I’m sure. And some NDA’s most likely.”

“Fun..” he says unconvincingly

Nodding I say “I’m going to consume the remainder of the coffee left in this pot, would you mind making another while I shower and quickly leave? I need to get across Massachusetts to the site early.”

He nods and I quickly consume all the coffee and get into the shower. Changed, and out the door after a swift kiss to the top of Chris’s head

Arriving at the set I hug my friend, that owns the ranch, Aaron

“What a pay day for me. Thank you.”

I nod and say “It’s the perfect place for what I have in mind.”

He nods and hesitates but asks “So… do you know who it is yet?”

I laugh and say “No. I don’t, not yet. But soon, he’ll be here soon enough. I should go set up.”

He nods and I retreat back to my set up. Lily, my assistant that I have missed dearly that works with me in America most of the times says “I’ve missed you.”

I hug her saying “Never leave my side again. The assistants they gave me in London were so mean. I can’t believe I ever did this without you.”

She laughs and says “What camera were you thinking?”

“I want all the lenses out, but let’s stick with the newest model canon sent me. That’ll produce some good shots.”

Chris arrives and says to the assistant helping him “How did you manage to get this place?”

“Oh, they rented the whole ranch. It’s beautiful, right?”

He nods saying “My friend actually-”

He’s directed into a makeup chair and the hair dresser says to the makeup dresser “Make sure you make the makeup wind proof.”

“Same to you for his hair.”

“There’s actually not much wind here right now.” Chris admits

They both look to him and say “Your hair is darker than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s for a role.”

“Are you keeping it this way?”

He looks to them confused saying “Maybe? I’m not sure yet. My wife usually cuts my hair and dyes it-”

“Your wife is darling. That interview she did is one of my favorites.”

He nods saying “She’s amazing. I know.”

“Is she really thinking about making a cooking book?”

“No. She’s a photographer not a chef. But maybe some day. She only cooks as a hobby. She is in high demand for work lately so she doesn’t have much time for it.”

“I heard she’s actually back in the states, that’s what our assistant manager told us.”

I’m quickly surrounded by people as everyone needs to ask me a question, Chris looks over saying “Who is that?”

The makeup artist Ava says “That’s the photographer. She is amazing. I worked with her on a project a couple years ago and she produced stunning shots.”

He says “Oh really?”

“Beyond amazing. She photographed Harry Styles for Vanity Fair. Oh my god, talk about talent.”

He looks to her quickly, remembering his wife photographed him for Vanity fair and stands up from the seat

“We aren’t done…”

I look to Lily as she helps me answer questions “The winner is here, the model.”

I look around as it begins to filter out and the photo shoot set director points towards Chris

I smile as I look up and Chris quickly produces an even bigger smile as I push my camera into Lily’s arms

Chris quickly does a fast walk, near jog towards me as I step forward.

His arms are wrapped around my hips as he hugs me tightly, lifting me slightly as we both laugh loudly

He kisses my cheek “Chris.” I say as I kiss his cheek in return

I hug him tightly as he says “Well, now look at you. My darling photographer wife.”

“What are you doing here?” I laugh out as I struggle to say as he kisses my neck and his scruff sends me into a fit of laughs

Lily clears her throat, holding up a paper just handed to her saying

Talent: Chris Evans

I smile to him, hugging him tightly saying “Congratulations. I’ve known for many years that you’re the sexiest man alive but I guess the world has finally caught up with me.”

He says “I was going to tell you, but we were enjoying our time just the two of us. We needed that and-”

I kiss him and the staff freeze in place confused at what’s going on

Professionally I go by my maiden name…

But it’s kind of public knowledge I’m married to him, honestly, I go by both.

I respond to both.

Lily smiles widely as she crosses her arms waiting, Lily loves Chris. She’s been over for dinner and parties a good amount of times

We are on quote her “Auntie and Uncle.” Chris eats it up, Lily is sweet and knows us pretty well

She puts up with my artistic fits I have occasionally… more often then not

He kisses me as he says “You’re making me blush already. And here I thought I was going to get some uptight photographer that makes me pose uncomfortably for hours.”

I smile as my feet finally touch the ground once again. “Now, that’s not a given. As your wife I get away with more now. You know that.”

He shakes his head saying “You have no idea how happy I am to have you here.”

My smile beams as I scrunch my nose saying “People are looking.”

He chuckles saying “You’re punny without even trying.” I shake my head as he says “All nerves, gone. Just seeing your goofy face.”

“Beautiful is the word you’re really looking for, my dear.”

He nods and says “This is going to be the best shoot we’ve ever had, guaranteed.”

I shake my head and look to Lily saying “Give me the ole’ reliable please.”

Chris gasps saying “Ole’ Betsy?”

“Get me ole’ betsy, lils.”

Lily sifts through my many bags of equipment

Chris smiles and says “Yep. It’s going to be a good day.”

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How Could You do This to Me

Colby Brock x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4384

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: July 23rd, 2022

Post Time: 11:04 pm

Summary: Sam and Colby have now been in the new trap house they had built for two years. Sam may or may not have decided to bring back the prank wars with an oldie prank from the old trap house. 

Y/n’s Pov:

I sigh as I lock up the front door of the store I work at and quickly make sure everything is done with for the night. When I’m sure I’m done closing up, I walk to the back of the store and grab my stuff out of my locker. Once I have my stuff, I walk over to the somewhat old school employee clock system. 

I quickly clock out and head out to my car. I unlock it and get in, then sit for a moment as I feel like I’m going to fall asleep. I’m pulling out of my tired trance when my phone lights up. 

I pick it up and look to see there’s a text from Colby from maybe twenty minutes ago and a new text from Sam. I quickly open my phone and giggle when I see the old picture of Colby that he had made my Home Screen:

I shake my head and open my texts, immediately going to Colby’s first. 

My Coleala Bear 🐨: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow babe. Meet me at the house after my lunch date with Brennen? I’d say we could meet up now, but I’m stuck in another meeting without Sam 🙄. 

Me: Sure! I can’t wait to see you either amore mio! You’ve had a lot of meetings lately haven’t you? 

Once I’m done texting him, I close out of his texts before opening Sam’s. 

Samantha 🤣: hey. I was wondering if you’d be able to meet up with me and Kat after you're done at work?

Me: Sure. I guess. Where at?

Samantha 🤣: how about the In-n-out down the street from where you work? I know you haven’t had dinner yet. My treat. 

Me: ok. Yeah. I’ll see you guys there.

Once I’m done texting Sam, I see I have one more new text, so I again close out of his name. When I’m back in my list of texts I see a new text from Colby and open it. 

My Coleala Bear 🐨: I love when you talk in Italian 😏. It’s just… so you. And yes, I have annoyingly had a lot of meetings lately. It’s why I’m so ready to see you tomorrow. 

Me: Well thank you, amore mio 💙. I can’t wait to see you either. 

I sent my last text to him before giggling as I put my phone in the holder on the vent. Once I know it’s secure, I press play on my music before turning the car on. As my car comes to life I hear the chime telling me my phone connected to the bluetooth aux that I have. 

My music starts to play through the car's speakers before I start to back out of the parking space. I drive down to the in-n-out down the street and pull into the parking lot only to see Sam and Kat waiting for me. 

I quickly park, then turn my car off and get out of it before walking over to them. When Kat sees me, she smiles and pulls me into a hug. Next I hug Sam before he nods to the door. 

“Come on. Let's go in,” he comments and we all start to walk towards the door. 

“Where’s Colby?” I ask as I look around for my boyfriend. 

“Oh, ahh. He’s still stuck in that meeting,” Sam explains and I shake my head as a confused look crosses my face. 

“Shouldn’t you be in that meeting with him?” I ask and Sam takes a moment to answer. 

“Uhh, yeah. About that, we invited you to dinner so I could make a proposal to you,” Sam nervously informs and I look to see Kat giggling while rolling her eyes. 

“Sam, just get the conversation out of the way!” Kat exclaims with a giggle as she shakes her head. 

“Ok. Ok… can we at least get the food first?” he asks, making me and Kat giggle. 

“So, how was work?” Kat asks me as we all stand in the line. 

“Ahh, could have been better, but there’s been worse. I’m just glad it was somewhat of an easy day,” I admit as I rub my hands on my pants. 

“Sounds like you're tired,” she observes and I sigh, rubbing my hand over my face now. 

“You have no idea. We had a really horrible customer today. He even threatened some of us so we ended up having to call the police,” I explain and she gasps, covering her mouth. 

“I hope everyone was ok, you're ok right?” Sam asks and I smile, nodding. 

“I mean, I was a little scared seeing as I was one of the main ones he threatened, but we found out from the police that he was just one of the ones that always is hopped up on drugs and his threats are usually never real,” I explained and Sam smiles before pulling me into a hug. 

“Well, we're just glad you're ok. Colby will be too after hearing all about it,” Sam says as we pull away from the hug. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” The cashier asks as we now come up to the counter. 

We all take our turns ordering and when Kat finishes off telling him her order, the young man reads our order back to us. Sam confirms that it sounds right before pulling his wallet out and paying. 

“Come on y/n, let's get our soda then find a seat as Sam finishes paying,” Kat says as she links her arm with mine. 

“Ok,” I agree with a giggle as she pulls me over to the soda machine. 

We both fill our cups up with the drink of our choices before strutting over to a table. Kat plops down into one side of the booth and I giggle as I plop down on the other side. Sam soon comes over sipping on his drink and sits down next to Kat. 

“Ok. So, what’s this proposal, huh?” I ask and Kat grins. 

“Ok… so do you remember the prank wars?” Sam starts and I nod, still kinda confused. 

“Yeah. Didn’t you guys agree you wouldn’t do any in this house?” I ask and Sam nods quickly. 

“Yes we did, but I’ve been wanting to pull this on him for the longest time. Now that you're around, it’ll work perfectly,” he explains and I give him a skeptical look. 

“And what would this prank be?” I ask and Sam scratches at his neck nervously. 

“Order 213! Order 213!” We hear someone shout and Sam looks at the receipt. 

“One minute. That’s us,” Sam explains as he holds a finger up before getting up to go get the food. 

“Want ketchup?” Kat asks me and I nod as I start to get up. 

We walk over to the little ketchup station and we each grab a small cup. We each take a ketchup spout and fill up our ketchup cups. Once they're filled up we grab them and head back over to Sam at the table. 

“Ok. Well, you see… many years ago he and Kat pulled the prank on me. I’d like to get him back,” he explains and it’s like a light bulb going off in my head. 

“You wanna do the cheating prank, don’t you?” I ask and he nods. 

“With the added bonus that Kat knows. So when he calls her in a rage, she’ll pretend like she knows and that it’s not a big deal,” Sam explains and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“I don’t know, Sam… you know this is the most stable relationship Colbs has been in. He really trusts me, I don’t know if I wanna hurt him like that,” I vocalize and he nods. 

“I know, but I promise this will be the only time I ask for your help. Come on, please. I just wanna get him back for what he did in the old trap house,” Sam basically begs me and I sigh. 

“I just really don’t know, Sam…” I hesitantly rub my arm and Kat gives me a sympathetic smile. 

“Y/n, I promise you I won’t let Sam take it too far, ok?" Kat assures me and I nervously rub my arm again as I bite at my lip. 

“Fine. I’ll help, but you can’t take it too far. Ok, Sam?” I ask and Sam nods eagerly. 

“I promise. First sign of anything bad, I’ll stop,” Sam promises, making me sigh as I pick up my burger.

We all take a few minutes to eat before I reach for my cup and take a sip. I put my soda back down before swallowing the drink. 

“So, how are we going to do this?” I ask and Sam lights up with a devious look. 

“Well, he made the mistake of telling me he’s meeting you after lunch with Brennen tomorrow and I just so happen to know you don’t have work tomorrow either…” he takes a gulp of his food before he starts to explain and I nod when he does. 

“So I was thinking come over a little earlier to set up and when he gets home, your stuff can be in his room, but you won’t be,” Sam continues to explain and I nod along to his plan. 

“Hopefully when he gets home and sees your stuff, he’ll come looking for you and when he finds you, you’ll be in my room in my bed. Do you by chance have any skin-colored underwear?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I have a strapless bra that’s skin colored, and yes, I have underwear that's skin colored,” I tell him and he slowly grins. 

“Ok. Wear those, then we’ll also be under the covers,” he explains and I nod as I chew on a fry. 

“Hopefully if it goes as planned, he’ll call Kat in anger and she’ll just shrug it off, saying she’s known about it,” Sam tells me and I nod. 

We continue to eat as we chat about other things and before I know it, we’re all walking out of the restaurant. We stop just outside the door and both Sam and Kat turn to me. 

“Well, see you tomorrow?” Kat asks and I smile while nodding. 

“What time should I be at the house, Sam?” I ask and he thinks for a minute. 

“You were supposed to come at twelve, right?” he asks and I nod. 

“Well, just come at eleven then. That should give us time to get ready,” he explains and I nod as I pull my keys out of my bag. 

“Ok. I’ll see you guys at eleven tomorrow then,” I agree out loud and Kat smiles at me. 

“We’ll see you then,” Kat agrees before pulling me into a hug. 

“Thank you for doing this, y/n. It’s going to be an awesome prank,” Sam says as I pull out of the hug with Kat and go to hug Sam. 

“You're welcome, Sam. Just keep your promise that it won’t go too far, please,” I say as I pull away from his hug and he nods as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“I promise you. I won’t let it go too far, y/n,” Sam reassures and I smile at him. 

“Good. I’ll see you at eleven tomorrow,” I say with my smile wide and Sam smiles back. 

“See you at eleven,” he agrees and gives me a nod. 

With one last smile his way, I start to walk over to my car and Sam and Kat walk over to his car before getting in. Kat gets in, but Sam keeps his door jarred open as he watches until I’m in mine. Once he’s satisfied that I’m in my car, he finally gets in with Kat. 

I give them a smile and a light wave as he starts up the car before pulling out of his parking space. I then start up my car and set my phone up on the air duct like I normally do. I turn on my music after it connects, then buckle up before pulling out of my parking space. 

I drive home and pull into the parking garage of my apartment complex. After I park, I head up to my apartment. I soon make it to my floor of the complex and walk down the hallway that leads to my door. Stopping in front of my door, I pull my key out before unlocking it and sluggishly making my way in. When inside, I lean against the door and close my eyes for a moment before heading up to my room. 

I walk through my room and lay my phone on my bedside table before going to my closet and putting my bag down. I take a moment to think if I want to shower right now or not and ultimately decide just to shower at Colby’s in the morning. I tiredly change into my pajamas, which consist of one of Colby’s work out shirts I had stolen and a pair of shorts. 

I then walk out of my closet and shuffle my way to my bed. As I pull the covers back, I decide to just brush my teeth in the morning. It’s just one of those nights, you know? I get into my bed and pull the covers up over myself before picking my phone up. 

I quickly set an alarm for ten, yawning as I put my phone on the charge doc. Without a second thought, my eyes slowly start to close and I’m whisked off into dreamland. 

~The Next Morning~ 

I wake up with a start as my alarm goes off, making me reach out to my phone to turn it off. After taking a moment to fully wake up and rub my eyes, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. After getting dressed, I gather everything I’ll need to set up for the prank and throw them in a bag. A few minutes later, I’m heading out the door and on my way to the trap house. 

When I get there, I park my car, grab my bag and then head to the front door. I just walk in like I normally do, taking my shoes off by the door and walking up to Sam and Colby’s rooms. I stop into Colby’s room before walking back to Sam’s and knocking on his door. It takes him a minute, but soon his door opens and he smiles. 

“Hi!” He greets me with a large smile before pulling me into a hug. 

“Hey,” I greet him back before he’s pulling out of the hug. 

“So… did you bring the stuff?” Sam asks and I nod. 

“Wanna go change into it while I set up the camera?” he asks as he points over his shoulder and into his room. 

“Yeah. Give me like ten minutes,” I agree with a nod and he too smiles with a nod. 

I walk back into Colby’s room (or as Colby calls it, our room) and over to my bag. I pull out the skin-toned strapless bra along with a pair of skin-tone, boxer-like pants and walk into the bathroom. I quickly change into the outfit before looking at myself in the mirror to see that I practically look naked, which is exactly Sam’s goal. 

I walk back out to see Sam at the door of Colby’s room and he perks up when he sees me. I walk over to my bag and start to put stuff away, but Sam stops me. 

“Wait. Can I see your clothes?” he asks and I arch an eyebrow at him before shrugging and handing them to him. 

“Thanks,” he says as he grabs them from me. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he walks out and to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Leaving just a few little things that will make him confused,” Sam explains as he lays my hoodie just in the middle of the stairs. 

He then trails back up before laying my shirt right before Colby’s door. He then goes back into Colby’s room and lays my pants just between the door and the bathroom. 

“I’m hoping that if we lay them all out like this he’ll start to think something is wrong, but then when he sees your pants maybe he’ll think you're just showering,” Sam explains as I follow him back out of Colby’s room and to his. 

“That makes a little sense…” I nod in agreement as he starts to pull his covers back. 

“Ok. I’ve got a camera just over on the table there,” Sam explains as he shows me the camera on the table right behind his desk wall. 

“And I have another one over on my shelf over there.” He points to the shelf where he has all his bearbricks. 

“Ok. So I think maybe just be in the bed talking and hopefully when he goes looking for you he’ll just come in to see us,” Sam explains his plan and I nod as I get into the bed. 

“Sam, you better promise nothing will go wrong,” I nervously say and he shakes his head. 

“I promise we won’t keep it going for long. Just long enough for him to be gotten back for the one he did on me,” Sam explains and I nod. 

“He should be home soon. He texted me just before you got here that he’s on his way home and to let you know he’ll be here soon,” Sam explains and I frown. 

“I’m going to hate this so much…” I nervously play with a string on his blanket. 

“I know, I promise I’ll tell Colby this was all my idea. Thanks again for helping me with it,” Sam explains and I nod. 

We just wait and talk for a little longer until we go quiet when we hear the front door open. We wait a few minutes as we listen to him walk around for a few minutes before just continuing with our conversation. 

Colby’s Pov:

I sit in my car after lunch with Brennen and sigh. I rub at my face tiredly before starting my car up. Once I start driving, I get a little excited at the thought that I can take a nap with my beautiful girlfriend. 

Before I know it, I’m pulling in through the gate at my house and smile when I see her car. I quickly park before getting out and heading into the house. After closing the front door behind me, I see her shoes and her hoodie near the bottom of the stairs. 

I shake my head as I pick it up and head up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I find her shirt by my door. At first I’m confused, but I still pick it up and walk into my room. When I get into the room, I find her pants on the floor as well and shake my head. 

Again I pick them up before walking towards the bathroom to find the door cracked. I walk in, expecting to find her in the tub, but she’s not there. Now getting a little concerned, I walk back out, taking her clothes to the hamper in the closet before fully walking into the room again. I look over at the bed to see if I just missed her, but again she’s not there. 

With another sigh, I decide to try the kitchen. I walk back out of our room, but I stop right outside my door when I hear voices from Sam’s room. Confused, I walk over and knock on the door. The voices stop, but Sam never comes to the door. 

“You guys better be decent. I'm coming in,” I yell as I open the door. 

I walk in, but as soon as the door fully opens, I stop in my tracks. 

Y/n’s Pov: 

“You guys better be decent. I’m coming in,” We hear Colby say before the door opens. 

The door fully opens and Colby stops dead in his tracks as he looks between me and Sam. He scoffs and shakes his head before taking a gulp. 

“Really, man? Really, y/n?! Come on!” Colby shouts as he angrily rubs at his face. 

“The two people I trust most…” he scoffs out before shaking his head again as tears come to his eyes. 

“Colby, we can explain,” I say and he scoffs, shaking his head again as he closes his eyes. 

“Ok. Explain then. How long? Does Kat even know?!” he asks as he gets angrier by the moment. 

“Umm, about a month,” Sam explains as he looks at me and I just nod. 

“No. I can’t… I’m calling Kat…” Colby says, shaking his head before fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

His phone starts to ring and soon Kat pops up. She goes to say something till she sees his face. 

“Colby? What’s wrong?” she asks and he takes a gulp. 

“Did you know your boyfriend and my girlfriend were sleeping together?” he asks her with an angry look and she sighs. 

“Yeah. I knew it’s been a month. Me and Sam agreed to an open relationship,” Kat explains with a shrug and Colby’s face scrunches up. 

“So he sleeps with my girlfriend! And you don’t think to tell me?!” he shouts before just hanging up on her. 

“I really can’t believe you guys,” Colby shakes his head again before turning around and walking out the door. 

“Sam, that’s enough,” I explain as I pull the covers back and start to chase after Colby. 

Colby’s Pov: 

I start to leave Sam’s room with tears clouding my eyes, but y/n comes out and pulls my arm. I just push it away before going down stairs and pulling my keys out of my pocket. She yanks my keys out of my hand before throwing them aside. 

“Baby. It was a prank. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have even done it,” she explains, shaking her head and I scoff. 

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe you,” I push out and she sighs. 

“Baby, look at me. I’m dressed,” she explains, but I refuse to look at her. 

“Come on, just look. Please, Colbs,” she begs with her voice strained and that’s when I look up at her. 

She’s dressed in a strapless nude bra and skin color like boxer shorts. I sigh and shake my head. 

“I’m so, so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let Sam convince me to do this prank,” she explains as she comes closer, pulling me into a hug and my hands go to her waist. 

“I’m sorry, man. I just really wanted to get you back…” Sam apologizes and explains from behind us. 

“Please don’t be mad at y/n. I pulled her into this,” Sam explains, holding the camera and I sigh. 

“I’m not mad. I’m just really upset. I thought I’d lost her and I’m not sure I’d be ok without her. She’s becoming my support now. After having so many issues in the love department, I felt-, no, feel, like she gets me. The fans love her. I guess I was just more scared than anything,” I explain and Sam nods. 

“I get that, man. I’m so glad you found her,” he agrees before clapping me on the shoulder and y/n smiles. 

“So you're not mad?” she hesitantly asks me and I smile. 

“I’m maybe a little mad at Sam, but never at you. You're my nugget. I can’t believe I actually believed it at first,” I reply as I squeeze her hip and she giggles. 

“I must admit Sam made it very convincing…” she agrees as she pulls away from me and Sam shrugs. 

“Sorry. I really, and I mean really, wanted to get him back,” Sam explains as he holds the camera on all of us and y/n nods. 

“I get that, but Samuel, I am never doing a prank like this again,” y/n sternly points a finger and Sam chuckles. 

“Point taken,” Sam laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender. 

“Wait! Kat!” I suddenly remember making Sam and y/n look at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. 

“What?” I ask and y/n lays her hand on my chest. 

“Colbs, babe… she was in on it…” she explains and my eyes widen. 

“Oh! That explains it then…” I laugh as they laugh harder and I pull y/n to me again. 

“Oh right. I’ve got a lot of editing to do tonight, so I’ll see you two later,” Sam tells us as he turns the camera off. 

“See ya later, Sam,” y/n agrees and he nods at her. 

“Yeah, I’ll see ya later, brother,” I agree too and he nods at me before running up the stairs with a wave over his shoulder. 

“So. You wanna go upstairs and watch a movie?” Y/n asks and I nod as she grabs my hand pulling me up to our room. 

We make it upstairs and lay down in the bed. She reaches over to where I left the remote on her side table and turns the tv on as I pull her into my side. 

“Hmmm. I could just sleep right now,” I mumble as I snuggle a little closer and she laughs. 

“Then do it, baby,” she tells me as she rubs my head and I sigh. 

“But I wanna hang with you,” I mumble tiredly again and she laughs again. 

“Baby. Sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up. I understand you need the sleep,” she explains as she continues to massage my head. 

“Hmm. I love you,” I again mumble as I press a kiss to her neck. 

“And I love you,” she softly says as she kisses my forehead. 

“If I wasn’t absolutely tired, I’d cringe, but I’m far too tired,” I say and she bursts out laughing before calming down. 

We continue to cuddle as she watches whatever she wants on the tv and before I know it I’m falling into a very deep sleep. 

The End…

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[spinobsessed]

tomorrow is the 2 year Anniversary of my ex gf breaking up with me, I don’t want it to seem like I’m not over her but I’d be lying if I denied I think abt her almost daily

it’s not exactly HER I think about, just what is was like to be dating someone. Everything I know about being/having a gf is from when I was 12-13, I’m turning 16 this July. We dated during the pandemic and honestly that was my only chance to meet someone like that, it’s tougher to even find someone who looks attractive/interesting and is also your age irl; let alone go through the motions of going from strangers to lovers

I used to send her walls of text sometimes just full of compliments and positivity and when I opened our DMs that day and saw the wall of text, I thought she decided to send some positivity back my way and was excited. Lmao I was wrong, I can’t wait to fall in love again

also I wasn’t looking through our old messages specifically, I was looking through all my old messages to try and find the one where I got a “bf”, read the lesbian master doc for fun, and broke up with him after it resonating with me; all in the span of like 30 mins and on the way to Kumon. I couldn’t find it 😒 it was sometime in spring (prob April) of 2022 Ik that much, I want to celebrate my lesbirthday

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I had just finished getting dressed when I heard my phone ping, smiling since the text back was so quick, unable to stop myself from letting out a soft squeal, the faster response showing that she had interest and making my stomach twist pleasantly, not having this sort of excitement over a text exchange before, this being so new but it felt so good at the same time, this must’ve been what girls meant when they said that getting texts gave them butterflies, never expecting to be one of those girls* ‘Okay! Does tonight work? I promise to get you home early tonight for work tomorrow, Ms. Biologist :)’ *I bit my lip, not sure if asking about tonight was a good idea, it seeming a bit forward and a bit eager, but I didn’t even care, I was desperate to see her again and I wanted her to know that, not even shy about that right now* *I walk into the bedroom, telling Lindsey that I had guest towels for her in the bathroom and I’d see her downstairs, making my way downstairs, having a townhouse so I had multiple stories unlike other New York apartments, walking into my kitchen and opening the fridge to make myself some coffee, keeping my phone in my hand, eager for it to ping again with Jennifer’s response* 

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*I’d pretty much accepted that today would be considered the most unproductive day of work I’d ever had, my mind just running over thoughts of you and that one conversation we’d had, unable to stop grinning to myself and blushing as I still couldn’t believe this was real, you were interested in me* *when my phone pings I snatch it up, breath hitching when you say tonight, so surprised I couldn’t even pay attention to the small burst of joy at you remembering my profession, mind reeling wiith the thought of seeing you tonight and having no time to prepare* Shit, shit shit. *mumbles to myself, hands trembling and before I second guess it I was replying ‘Tonight works perfectly, I can’t wait :)))’ *sends, flinging my phone onto the chair and letting out a squeal of nervous excitement* Holy shit. *squeaks before frantically packing up my things, knowing there was no way I’d be working now, having to go home and prepare for this date, having no clue what to where and feeling totally overwhelmed by the prospect, all I knew was that I wanted to see you*

*still basically half asleep but too hungry to fall back asleep again, sitting up and groaning a little as you walk out the bathroom and nodding sleepily, feeling unbelievably rough* Mm, thank you. *mumbles softly before I plod to the bathroom, having a quick shower and feeling slightly better as I pad downstairs in a sweater I’d nicked from your fancy collection, coming into the kitchen with a tired smile* Hi. Coffee please. *makes grabby hands, always loving to stay at your place as you had the best of everything* *sits down on the island stools and leans my head on my hands* - Lindsey

#renee plot

[modevernon]

asap # yoon jeonghan

pairing: bf!jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff, drabble, a bit of humor warnings: none! word count: 0.85k

8%. that’s how much battery was left on your phone after having called jeonghan for 2 hours straight. unfortunately for your phone, your heart had no intention of hanging up any time soon, neither did your body have any desire to move to the desk so that you could charge it. you were simply in heaven chatting with your boyfriend like this, his voice groggy from dawn in his time zone and yours drawling and sleepy as late evening crept up on you. but god, you could lie here listening to him forever.

“—so seokmin and i are going to, like, the biggest chocolate store ever tomorrow, and i’m pretty sure there should be ones you like with caramel inside, but if there aren’t, what should be my plan b?”

“hannie, you get me candy every single time, i promise i don’t need any more. i didn’t sign up to date willy wonka,” you replied humouredly.

jeonghan pouted across the screen. “you’re saying you don’t like my gifts?”

“of course i love your gifts, baby, i’m just saying you don’t wanna pay my dental bills when i get all the cavities that are bound to come.”

“fair,” he mumbled, “cavities are no fun. but let it be known i’d definitely pay your dental bills if things came to that.” and i’m definitely getting you chocolate this time too, hinted the cadence of his sentence.

“hmm… hey, baby, i can only see your forehead.” the camera had shifted slightly upward and you were already missing his face. damn.

you could hear his smile as he exhaled. “my bad,” and he tilted the phone back to its rightful place. “speaking of cavities, did you brush your teeth yet? i can’t have you falling asleep with bad breath.”

only because you loved him so much did you find his nagging cute, but you still weren’t moved enough to walk all ten steps to the bathroom. “it’s not like you’re here to sense it,” you grumbled.

“y/n, only one person in this relationship gets to be lazy and you and i both know that person is me.”

was your boyfriend allergic to being wrong? “fine,” you relented softly, “but then i’d better go charge my phone too. so call you tomorrow?”

“good girl.” askdfhgkjhl— “tomorrow it is.” jeonghan blew you a little kiss and you caught it in the air. “good night, my angel.” and he was off.

the rush of butterflies from talking to jeonghan helped you muster the energy to roll out of bed, brush your teeth, and charge your phone, but you didn’t expect it would last once you were tucked under the blankets. echoes of his good night, angel were running through your head without pause, taking up every corner and vowing to never leave.

even though you had been dating jeonghan for almost half a year, you still were somehow harboring the biggest crush on him imaginable. you felt more awake than you had the entire day, and suddenly thoughts that hadn’t passed by your mind before began to flow in:

i didn’t even ask what he was going to have for breakfast! what if he skips it like he did on monday last week?? wait, how was his hair parted? i can’t remember! is he going to shower before going to the salon? and is he going to the salon before going to the chocolate store? what’s the name of the store? whe—

this simply wouldn’t do. you had to call him back.

so you practically jumped out of bed, yanked your poor phone from its dear charger (17%? that’s plenty), and dialed the number at the top of your contacts list.

he picked up after 5 seconds — 5 seconds too late. “i’m back!” you exclaimed.

his eyes were wide with a blend of question and concern, but all of your concerns had washed away at the sight of him. he’s so pretty why is he so pretty he’s fucking gorgeous he’s the prettiest being on the planet his eyes hold the whole universe in them they’re so pretty ugh he’s so pretty he— “y/n?”

“mm?”

“w– it’s way past midnight, aren’t you tired?”

you beamed in response. “i was, but i just had to see you again because i completely forgot to ask what you’re having for breakfast and when you’re going to the salon and also when you’re going to the chocolate store and what’s it called an—”

“y/n, y/n, y/n,” he halted you gently. “while i’m thoroughly flattered that you missed me this much in the 20 minutes we weren’t on call, you really do need to sleep. we can always talk once you wake up, you know.”

“hannie, at this rate, i’m never gonna fall sleep,” you whined. “come on, baby, just for a minute? please?”

now it was his turn to go weak at the sight of your pleading eyes and the sound of your effortlessly sweet voice, tinged with the slightest hint of aegyo. “okay, baby,” he replied, trying to control his exhilaration.

“just for a minute.”

a/n: OBSESSED with hanni’s little line in asap, that’s the inspo for this in case you were wondering. also this is my first time ever writing, let alone posting something here, so hope you enjoy !!

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[imtheghostinsidemyhead]

my breakup letter i was too pussy to send, probably for the best.

i hope they’re doing better than i am

“dear love,

it hurts me to write it as it hurts me to experience but we cannot be together any longer. i love you and loved you so much but i’ve been lying to you. this secret is one you know but never the extent that it went. when i was 14 i believed that sexuality was a lie and that anyone could fall in love with everyone. or that if you decided to date someone that you’d feel that spark. i never let my mind wander off into the question of if i was attracted to you because of course i was. you were my guardian angel and we were together one. but it never changed. i remember our first kiss and thinking maybe it’ll happen the second time. the sex as well, i wanted to try everything to make something work. something that i could feel that spark with you. but i never did. but i loved you so much that i ignored it. i ignored my heart and brain. ever since we started dating i’ve had reoccurring dreams that in kissing someone that’s not you and you’d smile on the sidelines and be happy for me. these were my nightmares that i always kept from you. i loved you so much that i didn’t confront those feelings. if i did i knew that i would have to leave you, which i never wanted to do. i wanted to live our perfect life that we had planned where we’d be happy and together forever. but that plan wasn’t made considering who we are. but who we wanted to be. who i needed to be. i know that you love me but there is no way that it could’ve ended that way because i’ve been living in my own lie. i told myself maybe if we were engaged the feelings would stop. maybe if we had sex? maybe if i asked them to spice it up a bit? maybe if we had an open relationship? none of it worked. i told myself that my brain was lying to me and that i was a bad person. that i deserved nothing but misery and misery i lived. i felt dead and hollow, i felt like my life wasn’t my own. i was living our life. but our life was built on my lie. i couldn’t stand the thought of being without you and being in the world. we were a single entity. wherever i went you went. but i needed you as security in my mind. i needed us to be together no matter what so i could continue to hide from myself and the web of lies. but i can’t hide from myself anymore. i know myself now. know i love you so much, but i’ve been killing myself. i didn’t care about what happened next because i was never going to be happy. i was never going to feel that spark again. i was never going to be able to be attracted to anyone again. but i was going to go down with the ship. but then when we moved out together it was worse than ever before. i felt so hollow and empty and sad that i couldn’t breathe. i didn’t need to breathe because you breathed for me. i was a disgusting lazy slob that was rotting away inside and out. but instead of staying strong you rotted with me. we became enablers for each other’s worst traits. we’re both very lazy people you and i. moving up here has genuinely rejuvenated my will for life. i feel like i finally found myself and have a direction for tomorrow. i didn’t have that with you love. i only had dread that the feeling would never go away. the dread that i’d be lying to you forever and that because i lied that i had to live with that lie. i hate myself for not telling you. it wasn’t fair to either of us. i cannot wait to see the person you become love. i hope that you don’t hate me because i would. maybe in another life we’ll be those two little ghosts roaming around and seeing the world. but i couldn’t stay dead, i had to live.”

#breakup

[percontaion-points]

Client No 5 chapters 5 & 6

This book review contains discussions of SW; reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 5

 My makeup was less intense than I would usually wear, but still enough to make me see someone in the mirror who wasn’t little Alison Mitchell. 

JFC you mean to tell me that she’s out there, giving her actual (nick)name to clients? How stupid can she possibly be?

“No! You were great. I meant that wasn’t why I asked to see you again. Yes, the sex was phenomenal and I can’t wait to do it again, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and I wanted to get to know you better.”

I know that this is supposed to be a romance novel, but dude. Come on. Don’t fall in love with a SWer. 

I sat down on the couch, defeated and trying frantically to think up more things to talk about. I’d used all my regular material at dinner and talking wasn’t something I had to do a lot of. I was way out of my depth.

Ally insists that she’s a high-class escort, yet she hadn’t owned any nice clothes, and can’t think of more than a few minutes worth of conversation. 

“Is sex a requirement? Am I obligated to have sex with you?” 

That pulled me up short. I frowned. “Well, no. Technically you’ve paid for my time, not the sex. I’ve just never had a client not want to have sex.”

Another clue that she’s not half as high-end as she’d like to think she is. I’ve heard stories from actual SWers that a lot of their time is spent simply talking to lonely men. 

His eyes grew dark as he looked up at me, and when I reached my hand down to help him up, he took it.

Chapter 5 summary: Ally used a bit of the money Scott had given her to buy some nicer clothes for her all-night date. They eat dinner at the fancy hotel restaurant, and they’re having a good time and a nice conversation. Scott owns a big publishing company, but now lives in Florida to run a sister-branch down there. He comes up to deal with board meetings and such that can’t take place via email. 

He then takes her on a carriage ride around Central Park. She asks about his use of an escort, and the nice way things have been going quickly sours. Seems he’s looking for the girlfriend experience, and one dip into Ally’s pool was enough to convince him that he’s half in love with her already. 

They go back to his hotel room, and despite him giving her an envelope of cash, he insists that he only wants to talk. She kind of encourages him that they should head towards the bed, but he asks if it’s mandatory with an escort. 

Ally is about to leave with a fraction of the offered money, but he proposes a game of strip truth or dare. Ally tries to only do dares, but he keeps saying “I dare you to tell me…” Ally is frustrated over the entire thing, and would honestly rather start taking her clothes off than actually be honest with this client. Whom she feels has crossed a line. 

Eventually, she does agree to meet up with him again tomorrow. But it’s totally not a date. Then they decide to take things to the bed. 

Chapter 6

“I thought you always flew home on Monday mornings.” 

“Normally I do, but I decided to extend my stay. I’ll fly home tomorrow.” 

“You postponed your flight because of the dare?”

This entire relationship is based around Ally screaming “GIRL, THIS IS YOUR RULE FOR A REASON. RUN.” Yet she won’t, simply because then we wouldn’t have a story. It’s maddening, honestly. 

“Great! What I want is for you to show me what a local does.”

She takes him on a make-up buying tour, and then visits her favorite nail salon. 

“No. My brother manages a car rental agency and he has very kindly let me borrow it for the day.” 

“You have a brother. Noted.”

“What’s with that noted shit? Are you creating a dossier on me or something?”

Even if you remove the escort thing, a guy making mental notes like this about a girl is a little creepy. 

“Orange?” I asked. 

“Yes, it’s so happy.” 

I poked my tongue out. “Orange is my least favorite color.”

It’s been a while since I’ve last shared this story, but…

When I was taking Japanese in high school, we’d do these exercises where we’d walk around and have “conversations” with our classmates to practise natural flow. However, we were dumb first years and barely knew any vocabulary. Sensei joked that our conversations were “junior high” conversations, and sounded a bit like this: “Do you like ice cream? I like ice cream.”

This is junior high writing right here. Where Ally and Scott are playing silly junior high games, having junior high conversation. It’s awkward and beyond tedious to read. 

“Actually, I thought you might join me,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Chapter 6 summary: Ally ended up falling asleep with Scott again. In the morning, over breakfast, he says that he didn’t extend his trip to be with her, because he does have a bit of legitimate business he can take care of while he’s here. 

Ally goes home, where she thinks of what “typical New Yorkers” do on a daily basis. She’s not a native, but even she knows that most of them don’t clog up tourist spots. Ally then calls up her brother and asks to borrow one of his rental cars. 

She picks Scott up, and says that typical residents get out of town on their free days. As they drive out of town, they play “2 truths and a lie”. It’s as I mentioned, a junior high conversation that’s painful to read for so many reasons. However, Ally gets kind of angry when he mentions that the only thing she seems to care about is sex. 

They eat lunch at a cafe, and then go to see the Yale campus. After they’re nearly trampled by students eager to get to their next class, Ally says that she was never that excited. They talk briefly about her 3 year stint at university, before she was forced to drop out for a yet unknown reason. 

Ally drives him back after that. He begs her to stay the night with her again, and even offers to pay. She tries to say that her brother needs the rental car back, and that it’s on the opposite side of town. Scott insists that he doesn’t mind waiting up for her. 

She returns the car, and then decides to go to Scott anyway, against her better judgement. 

#Client No. 5 #chapter 05 #chapter 06 #Ally (Client No 5) #HEADDESKING #you are stupid and you deserve to be eaten by zombies #Scott Walker #i'm done goodbye #do as i say not as i do

[love-is-complicated]

i still think about him.

trigger warnings: domestic violence, swearing, self injury.

Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He was abusive, mentally and physically. I gave 5 years of my life to him, some might say “the best years” of my life. I went back to him time and time again, I try to only remind myself of the bad things, but sometimes I can’t help to think about all the great times. The times that made me feel so happy. Times when we shared a bed, made a place a home, stuck together in the roughest times of both of our lives. Then he decides to leave when he’s got a better life? When he gets a good job? When I’m going through a rough time of my own dealing with self-harm recovery? I’ve been a year and a half clean no thanks to him. Then my mind wonders back to when he’d rub the scars on my thighs and kiss them, when he woke up in the middle of the night and held me and cried because he had a nightmare about me dying, when we rode horses and my horse got spooked and almost ran me into a barbed wire fence and he rushed over checking my legs to see if I’d gotten hurt. Those are the memories I can rid myself of… like our first date, just awkward kids, he held my hand as we waited for the movie to start.

when I started wearing contacts and not glasses and we got back together and he didn’t see me with glasses for months, then I ran out of contacts and had to wear them, he looked at me and smiled “there’s the pookie bear I remember falling in love with” yeah we even had the cringiest nickname for each other. These things haunt me at night, I can’t help but miss feeling emotions I didn’t even know I had. I’ve tried with other people, but I can’t be comfortable with them like I could with him. Maybe that’s what I really miss, comfort. I do miss him sometimes tho, his crooked smile, the weirdest sounds he’d make teasing me, that stupid stubble he refused to shave off, how he could convince me to do the craziest things the courage he gave me, the confidence I gained from him just loving me, how he was anxious around large crowds but went to prom with me regardless, but he didn’t know me. He’ll never know me like I know him, I know everything about him, every silly little goofy thing about him. He didn’t love me like I loved him and I know that. Still hurts regardless. I’m not a caring person, matter of a fact I think I may be slightly a narcissistic. I never get to know people, their hopes and dreams, I couldn’t careless. I pick up basic stuff from it being repeated, but with him… with him I wanted to know everything, I wanted to show him love, I’d never loved before. It felt right to show him that love, and I wish it would’ve done something to change his life. Sadly it didn’t, now here I am posting a stupid rant about this idiot that didn’t love me at 2am.

one day I’ll be okay, and it’s okay that it’s not today or tomorrow. I’ll get there and I’ll be happy that it’s just the memories I have left of him in my life. One day that’ll be enough. I won’t forget, but it won’t hurt like it does now.

-yours truly, love is complicated.