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se4son-of-the-witch · 3 months

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the only exception - matt sturniolo

in which matt shows the reader what love should look like

matt x fem reader !

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The sound of my mother’s screams ricocheted off the walls as I lay in bed. This was a sound I was all too familiar with, as it happened almost every night. My dad would do or say something to upset my mom, which resulted in a big argument.

However, tonight was worse than it had ever been. The sound of my parents' bedroom door slamming made me shoot up from my bed. Loud steps could be heard going down the stairs. I could hear cries in the hallway, making me get out of bed.

My mom stood at the top of the stairs, mascara running down her face. My heart broke as I heard her sobs. She always held herself together, putting on a tough front for her kids, but tonight she just couldn’t.

Instinctively, I made my way over to her, making her immediately wipe her tears. She wrapped her arm around me, pulling me into her side. She sniffled loudly, occasionally letting out a soft cry.

My dad on the other hand packed a bag and made his way down the road. He was too angry to be at home and needed to get away. He had done this before, so it wasn’t shocking. He was never gone for long, and would usually come back the next day. But this was the final straw.

It had been a whole week and he still didn’t come home. I then learned that my parents had split up that night. Ever since then, I could finally sleep at night, with no interruptions from either of them.

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I stared off at the wall as my older sister leaned on my shoulder, letting out gut-wrenching sobs. Her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her, which obviously made her upset.

My hand rested on her back, rubbing soothing circles on her skin. Her tears rapidly fell on my shirt, creating a wet patch, but I didn’t mind. She needed a shoulder to cry on, so of course I was there for her.

In my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what led to this. They had seemed like the perfect couple. He was always at the house, cuddled up on the couch with her. The picture of her waltzing around the house, waiting for him to pick her up for their date entered my mind.

But there she sat, crying her eyes out over him. Letting tears fall from her eyes and snot drip from her nose as she let it all out.

From that point on, I didn’t allow myself to get into a relationship. I pushed away any feelings I developed for anyone if I even allowed myself to develop those feelings. And I was quite content with that, as other things in life brought me happiness.

I stuck to this philosophy for years, until something changed. During my senior year, I met a guy. His name was Matt. We sat beside each other in history class, which we both found boring. However, we quickly became good friends, which made history class something to look forward to.

As the school year progressed, I found myself developing feelings for him. I tried my absolute best to push them away, but as soon as he flashed me a smile, they all came rushing back.

Soon, prom season came around. All of my friends were excited. They couldn’t wait to dress up, go out to eat, and slow dance with their date. But on the other hand, I couldn’t care less. I thought prom was a waste of time, especially if you went with a date.

However, Matt convinced me to go to prom with him. And safe to say, it was the most fun I have had in a long time. We danced all night, occasionally sneaking off to steal food from the snack table or take pictures in the photo booth.

A few months later, I came to a terrifying realization. I liked Matt. A scary amount. Due to these feelings, I began to distance myself. I would decline hangouts or leave him on read for a few days.

Eventually, this caught up with me. One day he came to my house, quite aggravated. I remember it as clear as day.

I quickly jogged down the stairs, making my way to the front door. I pulled it open, revealing Matt. He wore a slightly aggravated expression, making me knit my brows. “Matt, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? You haven’t answered me in three days and you wonder why I’m here?” He pushes past me, leaving me dumbfounded. I close the door and follow him into my living room.

He’s sitting on the couch, leaning forward. I sit on the other end of the couch, keeping a good distance between us. “You can’t even sit near me. Seriously, what’s going on with you?” He looks over at me with a hurt expression, making me feel awful.

“I’m scared,” my voice breaks as I speak.

“Why?”

I look away from him, turning my attention towards my lap. “Because I like you so much it scares me.” I felt a hand on my thigh, causing me to look over to him.

“You shouldn’t be afraid because I like you too. It’s been killing me that you’ve been ignoring me, y/n.” As his words sunk in, my heart couldn’t help but pound. To hear those words took a huge weight off my shoulders.

A few weeks later, Matt asked me out on a date. To say I was excited was an understatement, but I still had my worries. What if it all went wrong? What if I never spoke to him again after tonight? Those thoughts ran through my mind as I got ready.

As our date came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile. I had the best time tonight. Matt picked me up and took me to my favorite restaurant. He paid and even ordered me a dessert.

Now here we were, back at his car. I was sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window when I felt a hand on my leg. I turned to look at Matt, a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“I had a great time tonight.” His hand moved up my leg, resting on my thigh. As he began to caress the skin, I couldn’t help but ease into his touch.

I gazed into his eyes, allowing myself to get lost in them. “Me too.” My eyes flickered down to his lips, making him smirk.

Before I knew it, he was leaning in. He placed his lips on mine, his hand gripping my thigh. My hand found his jaw, my lips moving on his. As we kissed, I couldn’t help but smile.

He pulled away, a big grin on his face. “Be my girlfriend,” he blurted. My eyes widened at his words. “Please,” he breathed out.

I thought for a moment, my mind racing. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, Matt.”

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That night changed my life for the better. It’s exactly why I’m in the position I am now.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun peaked in through the curtain. I stirred around in bed before slowly sitting up. My movements were constrained as I felt Matt’s tight grip around me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at him. He was peacefully sleeping, his mouth slightly open, allowing soft snores to escape. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He stirred beneath me, his eyes slowly opening. A yawn left his lips as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. “Good morning, baby,” he said as he pulled me into his side.

“Good morning, babe.” He placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile. I watched as he sat up, pulling the covers off of his body.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast. Pancakes sound good?” I gave him a nod. I watched as he left the room, a smile on my face.

Simple things like that remind me how lucky I am to have Matt. Had I let my fears get the best of me, I would have missed out on love others spend their whole life searching for.

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a/n: shoutout to all the girlies with divorced parents and a fear of intimacy…😭 ily

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 11 months

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The Forgotten Nest - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Mitchell!OC (Cora)

Word Count: 3.1k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Past Unplanned Teenage Pregnancy; Angst; Absent Father Figures; The 'He Didn't Know About the Pregnancy' Trope; Repeating Trauma Cycles (Teen Pregnancy, Absent Parents, etc.); Crying; Carole Would Be Disappointed; Named Mitchell Daughter OC (Cora) and Named Mitchell-Bradshaw Son (Nickie)

Summary: Years ago, Rooster left Cora Mitchell's life when her dad pulled his papers. And, unknowingly, he left behind something other than just his toothbrush.

A.N. There are references to a previous unplanned teenage pregnancy (between two eighteen-year-olds) in this fic. There won't be any flashback scenes to the pregnancy, but the references are still there, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

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Rooster walked out of the admiral’s office with his new orders clutched carefully in his hand. He kept his head held high as he walked through the narrow halls of the USS Gerald R. Ford, heading for his quarters to pack his bag and prepare to fly back to US soil. To Top Gun. To Miramar.

The Californian town had a lot of memories—some of the best and some of the worst of his life. It was the town where he lost his dad before he truly understood the gravity of it all. It was also the town where he spent his later years of high school after his mom died. Where he learned how to drive, where he graduated high school, where he had all of his firsts with a girl—now woman—whom he hadn’t seen since he stormed out of her life.

Cora Mitchell. Maverick’s daughter.

As a result of some poor decisions at nineteen, Maverick ended up with daughter only a few months younger than Bradley. Cora’s mom wanted nothing to do with her and even though Maverick was far from fit to be a father, he would have preferred falling down 100 flights of stairs than letting his child go into foster care.

Carole quickly offered to help raise Cora and help Maverick out. And as his mom used to call them, they were built in best friends. And in the later years of high school, they were a lot more than that. Sneaking into each other’s beds and spending the nights together was fairly regular and easy for them to pull off with Maverick’s bedroom on another floor.

Of course, then Maverick pulled his papers and then he left that life, and Cora, behind completely.

Rooster entered his room and shut the door behind him, heading for his bunk. His roommate wasn’t in, still doing drills with the rest of their squad, leaving Rooster alone with his thoughts. He opened the folder again, reading over the orders once more before he found his gaze shifting. Pulling out his personal bag, Rooster reached into one of the smaller pockets and pulled out a small photo preserved in laminate.

It was from a photo booth at Bradley’s senior prom. Cora sat on his lap, beaming at the camera as Rooster pressed a kiss to her cheek.

It was stupid to still be this curious about what Cora was doing with her life. After all, he was the one who broke up with her and stormed out of her life, saying all kinds of nasty things that he regretted the second that he said them. And he had to admit that he had scrolled through social media, trying to find a glimpse into her life, to no significant results.

All he knew was that she took some time off after high school and eventually graduated from nursing school. He assumed that she was still working as a nurse. And he knew that she now lived in or around Miramar. He didn’t have the guts to try and contact her when he was in town for Top Gun the first time around.

But maybe this new, and probably highly dangerous, mission would finally give him the kick in the ass to try and make things right with Cora. Even if it was just a simple apology, like a small ‘sorry,’ it would take away some of the guilt that ate away at his stomach every single time that he remembered her crestfallen expression and calls for him to come back.

Tucking the photo back into his bag, Rooster stood up and started to pack, letting his mind wander to what Cora’s life looked like now.

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“Nicholas Peter Mitchell!” Cora thundered, marching towards the stairs, still dressed in her scrubs from work. “Get your butt down here now!”

Cora was only partially pleased to hear her son scrambling around, undoubtedly in the middle of some kind of panic due to her tone. She tapped her foot, able to picture her son’s exact expression of fear. She would have preferred that he simply told her ahead of time because then they could deal with it together, but he forced her hand by hiding it.

The sound of a door opening and a soft pattern of footsteps caused Cora to pick her head up. Her eyes narrowed when her son, Nickie, poked his head out from behind the wall with a sheepish smile. She shook her head when his expression gave away the fact that he knew exactly why she was upset. And that only caused her migraine to intensify.

“Hey, Mom. Did you have a good shift?” Nickie asked kindly, stepping out from behind the wall. “And did I mention that I love you and that you look more beautiful than usual today?”

Nickie, or simply Nick to his friends, was far from her twin. His hair was a light brown and curled at the end. His eyes were big and light brown, like someone she knew well in the past. The shape of his head and his cheekbones that were starting to emerge from the baby fat came from her side of the family, but the slope of his nose reinforced his father’s influence on his features.

But his sheepish, mischievous smile was definitely a Mitchell trait. Undoubtedly.

“When were you going to tell me that you got a speeding ticket?” Cora questioned, eerily calm despite her earlier yelling. “Today? Tomorrow? Next week? Never?”

“Mom, I already paid it off—”

“—When were you going to tell me?” Cora demanded, not amused. When Nickie fumbled for a response, Cora straightened up. “You have had your license for a month and you’ve already gotten a speeding ticket, Nickie. That’s not funny. You clearly do not understand that your car and your license are privileges, not rights.”

“It was at that speed trap under that highway pass on the way to school,” Nickie tried to explain, but Cora was not going to give him an inch of the moral high ground.

“I do not care where you got the ticket. I care that you were reckless behind the wheel of a motor vehicle. I care that you got a speeding ticket and now it’s on your record. And I care that you hid this whole thing from me.” Cora sighed, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head at her son. “How much was it, Nickie?”

“Thirty bucks,” Nickie replied quietly.

“Well, then I think that thirty is an appropriate number of days to not need your car. And a good number of days to think about the importance of following traffic laws,” Cora stated, folding her arms over her chest. “Where are your keys?”

Nickie sighed and walked downstairs to grab his keys from the countertop. He quickly returned to his mother’s side and placed them into her open hand without a fight. Cora closed her hand and shoved the keys into her pocket.

“I’m serious, Nickie,” she stated softly, causing the teenager to turn back to her with doe eyes. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And speeding around, especially on these roads where there’s a thousand pedestrians and everything—it’s not safe. For you or anyone else.”

“I know, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for having the maturity to realize that it was your bill to pay,” Cora offered her son in return, her tough exterior cracking just a bit. She rubbed her face tiredly. “And that’s probably what I get for letting your grandfather teach you how to drive.” Letting out a sigh, Cora dropped her hand from her face and turned back to Nickie. “How’s your homework coming?”

“Mostly done. I’ve got a test tomorrow.”

“Good.” Cora set her purse and the mail down on the countertop. “I’ll get started on dinner after I take a shower. Work on your homework and I’ll call you when I’m done.”

Cora walked into her bedroom and made a beeline for her on suite bathroom. Throwing her scrubs into her specified scrubs laundry bin, Cora quickly washed up from a long day at work. She changed into some comfortable clothes and a Navy sweatshirt before heading to the kitchen to start on dinner. The sun started to set in the distance as Cora waited for the chicken to cook.

The distinct sound of a Kawasaki caused her to look up from the oven, frowning with surprise. Walking over to the front windows, Cora was shocked to see her dad pulling into the driveway.

“What the—” Cora walked over and opened the front door, stepping out onto her front porch. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

“I thought that I would drop by since I was in town,” Maverick replied, setting up his kickstand and getting off his bike.

“Why are you in town? Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Cora added on, walking down to greet him. Maverick picked up the bag that he strapped to the back of his bike and pulled his daughter into a hug. But when she felt him wince, she instantly pulled back with a sharp, knowing look. “What happened now? What did you do this time?”

“Is that dinner that I smell?” Maverick asked, redirecting the conversation.

“You’re not getting out of this conversation,” Cora warned him, turning for her home and pulling the door open. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not twenty anymore? And could you at least wear a helmet once in a while?”

“Mom, who are you talking to?” Nickie yelled from upstairs.

“Your grandfather decided to drop by. Randomly,” Cora called back to her son.

A second later, there were a set of rapid footsteps echoing down the hall before Nickie appeared at the top of the stairs. His grin was immediately wide, showing the likeness between him and his grandfather, before Nickie hurried down the rest of the stairs to greet his grandfather.

“What are you doing in town?” Nickie asked, jogging over to Maverick.

“Well, I thought that it was a good idea to visit my favorite kid and grandkid once in a while,” Maverick joked, pulling Nickie into a hug despite his aching ribs

“Pops, I’m your only grandkid,” Nickie pointed out, frowning slightly.

“Still counts.” Maverick stared up at Nickie, jokingly inspecting him. “Did you get taller since the last time that I saw you? You look taller.”

“Maybe you’re just shrinking,” Nickie quipped, causing Maverick to turn to Cora.

“Don’t look at me,” Cora replied, gesturing to her own short stature. “Nickie over here got about three generations worth of height.”

Or, rather, he just had other genes to pull from when it came to height. And the men on the other side of Nickie’s family were all at least six feet tall, like Nickie was quickly shaping up to be. But not a single Mitchell in that household was going to bring that up.

Once dinner was finished cooking, the three Mitchells set the table and sat around, chatting and catching up since the last time that Maverick was in Miramar.

“I thought that you said that you wouldn’t be done with that project for a while,” Nickie stated, turning to his grandfather.

“Well, plans change,” Maverick replied noncommittally, glancing down at his plate.

“Because they were actually changed or because you felt the need to change them?” Cora deadpanned, cutting into her chicken.

“There might have been some . . . minor scheduling changes.”

“So, you’re not just visiting then,” Cora deduced, reaching for her drink. How she wished that it was wine instead of water.

“How long are you in Miramar for then?” Nickie asked excitedly, reminding Maverick painfully so of Bradley as a teenager.

“A few weeks. Somewhere around a month.”

“For what?”

“That’s classified,” Maverick replied, causing Nickie and Cora to roll their eyes in seemingly practiced sync. “I’d tell you, but—”

“—But then you’d have to kill us, yeah, we know, Gramps.”

“How’s school then? Still swimming and everything?” Maverick asked Nickie, changing the subject.

“It’s good. Swim doesn’t start for a few more weeks, but I’m trying to train before it. But I think I’m going to have to focus on running.”

“Why? Something wrong with the car?” Maverick questioned, looking concerned.

“No, just the driver,” Cora replied, setting down her utensils. “Nickie got a speeding ticket.”

“How bad?” Maverick asked, earning a sharp look from Cora. “I mean, that’s bad, Nickie. Don’t do it again. You have to get a little bit more driving experience before you start speeding.”

Cora sighed, holding her head in her hand for a moment as Nickie hid a smile behind his mouth. Maverick shot Nickie a joking smile before straightening up in his seat.

“But you’re doing good in school, Nickie?”

“Pretty well. Pre-calc is kicking my butt, but I think it’s supposed to get better.”

“Well, don’t be afraid to enjoy your teenage years a bit. Don’t go rushing off to try and grow up before your time,” Maverick replied, glancing over at his daughter for a moment. “Besides, I thought that you were going to try out for the surf team.”

“They want me to,” Nickie agreed, taking a bite of his dinner. “Mom’s a little scared to let me do it.”

“I just think that baseball is safer,” Cora replied softly, reaching for her drink. “Besides, between swim and water polo, you’re going to turn into a prune, Nickie. Not to mention that you go out sailing with Penny and Amelia all the time.”

“I just like the water, Mom,” Nickie stated, missing the pained expression on Cora’s face. “And besides, the baseball coach is an asshole.”

“Language,” Cora stressed, causing Maverick to chuckle.

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After dinner, Nickie excused himself to finish up his homework. Cora and Maverick worked together to clean up after dinner and to set up the spare room for Maverick to sleep in while he was in town. But after the finished up the housekeeping, the father and daughter sat out on the back porch. Cora poured herself a glass of wine for the conversation and brought Maverick a beer.

“So, why are you really in town?” Cora asked, sitting down.

“Ice called me in,” Maverick stated, causing Cora to grow more serious instantly. “It’s a mission.”

“And not just any mission . . . is it?” Cora questioned, though she already knew the answer.

Ice wouldn’t have called Maverick in for just your run of the mill mission. This was a serious mission, that was certain. And that instantly caused Cora’s blood pressure to spike in an instant. Ice wouldn’t have called Maverick in unless it was something bordering on a suicide mission.

“No, it’s not,” Maverick agreed, nodding solemnly.

He looked away from his daughter for a moment, a rock settling in his stomach. It had been sitting there since a familiar face flashed on the screen in that conference room. But he knew that he had to unload it sooner rather than later.

To say that Maverick’s perspective on Rooster was complicated did not quite do it justice.

On one hand, as Cora’s father and Nickie’s grandfather, there was nothing that Maverick wanted to do more than to grab Rooster by his ear and give him the lecture of the century about responsibility and putting his personal emotions to the side to be a man and a father. Hell, if it was any other boy who did that to Cora, Maverick would have strapped him to the outside of the Darkstar and done a couple laps around the Earth.

But, on the other, as Goose’s wingman and the man who tried to raise Rooster, Maverick wanted Rooster nowhere near Miramar or this mission. Hell, Maverick did what he could to make sure that Rooster stayed as far away from a cockpit as possible. And that side of Maverick just wanted Rooster back in his life, safe and far from danger.

But being Cora’s father and Nickie’s grandfather was always the side that won out in the end.

“There’s something else,” Maverick began, causing Cora’s eyebrows to furrow with concern. “He’s involved in the mission.” Cora noticeably tensed up as Maverick added, “He’s here.”

“In Miramar?” Cora asked quietly, earning a nod from her dad. Sighing, she held her head in her hands for a moment. “Fuck.”

“Did you tell Nickie—”

“—No,” Cora interjected, cutting Maverick off. “No, I didn’t.” Not . . . not the whole story." She stared out at the backyard, out at the little swing set that Maverick and Ice built for Nickie on a warm afternoon so many years ago. “He’s supposed to be out in the middle of the Atlantic right now.”

“And I’m supposed to be in the Mojave.”

Nickie sat with his back to the wall, silently listening in on his mom’s conversation with his grandfather. He knew that it was wrong and he knew that he was already on thin ice with the speeding ticket, but he knew that his mom and his grandfather went outside to talk where he couldn’t hear them. But his mom always seemed to forget that the bathroom window was right above the patio.

“Have you seen him yet?” Cora inquired quietly, causing Maverick to nod slowly.

“Yeah, I did. Briefly. At the Hard Deck.”

“Did he see you?”

“I don’t think so, no,” Maverick replied, shaking his head.

Cora let out another sigh and held her head in her hands again. Maverick quickly got up from his seat, setting aside his beer and pulling his daughter into a tight hug. Cora latched onto her dad, trying to calm herself down and not shed anymore tears over Bradley Bradshaw.

But she failed. Just like she did the last thousand times.

Nickie clenched his eyes shut and curled his hands into fists. His mom was the strongest person that he knew. Life threw a thousand things at her and she somehow always managed to keep herself and him on their feet. But the second that anyone brought up his dad, she always flipped a switch.

She always broke down or went into absolute survival mode until something else snapped her out of it.

Nickie stopped asking about his dad when he overheard his mom sobbing to Penny in the middle of the night about how his dad still wouldn’t return her calls. It happened years ago, nearly a decade now, but it was still fresh in his mind. Burned there for the rest of his life. And, well, if his dad couldn’t even give his mom three seconds of his life, then Nickie wouldn’t give him an ounce of energy either.

And, hell, Nickie was a mama’s boy. And anyone who made his mom cry was dead to him. Dad or not, the fucker who never showed up for him or his mom was dead to Nicholas Peter Mitchell.

Whoever the hell he was.

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jennaissantes · 10 months

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LOVE YOU TWICE — 7. promtastic events

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You were excited for prom.

You had been looking forward to it for a few months now and was ready to enjoy as much as you could with your friends.

“Oh my gosh! You look absolutely stunning bae. You’re gonna steal everyones attention today.” You couldn’t help but blush a bit at your friends comments, thanking them.

Walking hand in hand with Ricky, you entered the venue, admiring the decorations that the student council had put together.

You passed by a bunch of your other friends, complimenting each other and taking a few quick photos.

“Do you wanna go get some drinks?” Ricky asked u and u smiled at him nodding a yes.

“Okay ill go grab some. You stay here yeah?”

You looked around the place, watching your schoolmates laughing with their friends and some of the couples taking photos at the booths.

Suddenly the doors opened, revealing 7 guys all walking in together.

Of course they’d make their entry as dramatic as possible. You rolled your eyes.

You looked at Riki, admiring his outfit and almost caught yourself drooling over the boy.

You told yourself to snap out of it and turned to the other way. Just in time, Ricky approached you with the drinks he had gone to take.

“Here you go. Pink lemonade for the two of us.” The two of you joked over the tiny umbrella that was in your drink as a decoration.

Riki watched the two of you from afar.

He knew it was wrong to feel upset. You were probably dating Ricky. He wasnt supposed to feel upset at that.

Hell, he had a girlfriend.

Speaking of his girlfriend, Riki decided to look for Hayoung.

She had told him that she would be meeting him at the venue itself. Riki had wanted to pick her up and be a good escort but much to his dismay, she declined.

She saw her standing near the photobooth, talking to a guy. His heart winced.

Putting a smile on his face, he walked towards her.

“Hey babe! You didnt tell me you had reached. I was looking all over for you!”

Hayoung turned around on hearing his voice, slightly surprised.

She rubbed the side of her neck, a bit awkwardly. “Oh hey Riki.. Yeah sorry I came with a few friends.”

“Right…” Riki couldn’t help but feel like she way lying.

He walked away from Hayoung, returning to his group of friends while passing by yours.

You really did look beautiful.

Some time passed and everyone was having the time of their lives.

You decided to bring your friends to the dance floor to have some fun. While dancing, you saw someone from the corner of your eye, looking at you.

It was riki.

You looked away frowning, not wanting to maintain eye contact with him.

“Hey guys. Ill go to the washroom real quick yeah? Be right back!” You slipped away.

You didnt really like huge crowds so you felt like you needed some air.

You walked around, smiling at everyone.

After a while, you really needed to use the bathroom so you made your way to the toilets.

Just as you were approaching there, you heard a familiar voice.

Hayoung.

She was speaking to someone in a hushed voice.

“I swear, we’re gonna get caught Jaehyun. We cant do this here. Riki might see us.”

Your eyes widened. You peeked into the hallway.

Hayoung and Jaehyun were standing together. Way too close for someone who called themselves friends. His hands were around her waist and she was holding him close.

“I dont give a fuck about Riki. I dont care if he sees us. Just let me kiss you come on.”

You didnt need to hear more. You ran to find Riki. He needed to see this.

You found him by the drinks with Jake.

“Riki! You need to come with me right now. Theres something you need to see.”

Jake looked at you worriedly. “Is everything okay Y/N?”

You shook your head. “Theres no time to explain. Just follow me.”

Riki and Jake ran after you.

You told them to hide behind you and peek into the hallway where the toilets were.

Riki could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

Hayoung was kissing another boy.

He sucked in a sharp breath. His girlfriend was cheating on him.

You were right all along.

You and Jake looked at Riki, who looked nothing but heartbroken and hurt.

“What the fuck Hayoung?”

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a/n: and she cheats!!!! Fuck hayoung. Hayoung literally disgusts me.

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theneighborhoodsave · 2 months

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And that's a wrap on P. Mondrian High School and O'Keeffe Auditorium! The very last builds of V1. I was basically ripping my hair out finishing all the versions of the auditorium and playtesting them, but seeing the sims interact with the lots/events was truly heartwarming. A family gameplay save really wouldn't feel right without a school!

Click below for more photos of the auditorium and event spaces ↪

The regular auditorium holds "events" which your sims can "participate" in- a LAN party, chess tournament, debate club, and sports club gathering. Career Day is eh, career-y with booths set up to fit various job types. Prom and Graduation Day are my favorites with "Night Under The Stars" and "Best Days of Our Lives" themes respectively. Both of these events have a sneaky little party on the roof... just don't rat out to the adults there's a keg and make out couches there.

This lot will be up for download separately soon-ish!

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justsaycheesephotobooth · 1 year

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#Prom Photo Booth #Prom Photo Booth Dallas #Renting a Photo Booth for Prom #photo booth

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poppy-metal · 6 months

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thinking about the line in episode 3 where jordans dad was talking about the girl jordan used to be childhood friends with n how jordan would make a good 'husband' and jordan says "we were trying on prom dresses in high-school so maybe we'd be wives." and now im creating a whole backstory of being jordans childhood best friend who was probably jordans first love, the first person to accept both forms of them and still love them as a whole, and how they probably wanted to kiss her but never did, because they were too terrified back then to ever kiss another girl in their fem form.

and now im thinking of that girl, probably grown apart from jordan since they got accepted into GodU and estranged themselves from their family, thinking about her in her normal human college, with her shitty boyfriend, staring at the polaroid picture of her and jordan that'd been taken ages ago, junior year of high-school in a shitty mall photo booth, 3 of the pictures of her and jordan as a guy, and the last, of jordan as a girl, her smile big and dimpled. the edges of the photo are faded as the girl runs her fingers over that smile, and she wonders if jordan is happy. thinks about those small moments when they were growing up when she'd wanted jordan to kiss her, as a guy, as a girl, but it never happened.

she hoped at least, they found someone they can smile that big with again.

#poppy speaks #i made myself sad for literally no reason #jordan li #mw creating lore based on a throwaway line because im insane #gen v

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healmyhrt · 4 months

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⌗ photobooth, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: you share a sweet moment with nick in the photobooth at prom.

disclaimers!: kissing, mild cursing, use of y/n, short

a/n: i’ve never written anything nick related before, so i wanted to switch it up a little and give nicolas some love <3. tell me how i did, and feel free to leave constructive criticism!

i waited in line next to the photo booth, fidgeting with my fingers anxiously. it was senior prom, and i didn’t even have a date, so i wasn’t quite sure why i was at the photo booth anyway. memories, i guess.

i was a few couples and friend groups away from being next, when i hear a familiar voice call my name from behind me.

“y/n?”

i turn around, and i’m met with nicolas sturniolo, my crush. he grins widely when he sees my face, and leans in to give me a hug. the hug is quick, but i wish it could’ve lasted longer.

we both share a step back to look at each other’s outfits. nick was wearing a white button down, with black slacks and a velvet red tie. i look at his shoes, and he has black high-top converse on.

“i like that you went with comfortability before style.” i say, pointing to his converse, with a smile. he laughs and pulls up a pant leg to show the full shoe, and his funky socks. his socks were purple with black bats all over them.

“fuck yeah. always.” he replies. a few more people move up in the line, and nicolas and i proceed with our conversation as the line continues along.

“so who are you here with?” i finally ask. nick sighs, and looks at the ground. “nobody. not many openly gay boys here, unfortunately.” he replies with a shrug.

“same.” nick looks up and shares a small smile. we’re next up in the photobooth, and i hold the curtain open so nick can go in before me.

“why, thank you.” he says in a british accent. i bow dramatically in response. “of course, good sir.” i reply, mimicking his accent. he laughs, as i seat myself next to him.

i take an envelope out of my jacket pocket, and hold out a ticket. “how many photos did you pay for?” i ask. nicolas takes a ticket out of his pants pocket, and reads it.

“five.”

“me too! we could uh— we can double them, and each get the same five, if— if you’d like.” i stutter out. he smiles, and takes my ticket out of my hand, inserting them both.

“pick a frame!” the machine speaks to us, loudly, i might add. nick scrolls through the frames on the tiny screen, and stops on the pink frame with hearts all over it, that was titled “Love Burst”.

i nervously look at him, and he clicks on the frame, submitting it into the machine. the countdown starts, and i look at nick in panic for what poses to do.

he chuckles, and turns me around, putting his back against mine. we both cross our arms, and put on serious faces into the camera.

the next countdown starts, and we do the same pose, but this time holding up finger guns, and smiling.

“what pose now?” i question.

nick puts an arm around my shoulder, and takes my arm, putting it around his. he smiles into the camera, but i just look at him. i cant help but look at him.

the next countdown begins, and we don’t even realize it. nick turns his head to stare back at me, and i stare into his blue eyes, as his dark pupils dilate.

the camera makes a click sound that grabs our attention, and we realize that its the last one.

“last one.” nick says, turning back toward me. i nervously trail my eyes down from his eyes to his lips, and he definitely notices. “what pose now?” he asks, with a grin. he leans in closer to me, my eyes still on his lips.

“can i kiss you?”

nicolas nods, and i immediately smash my lips onto his. i feel like i’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life, and i honestly have. i’ve had a crush on nick since i was in the 6th grade, and here i was sharing a kiss with him in the photobooth at our senior prom.

the camera flashes, and i pull away, while a blush coats my cheeks. we step out of the booth, and collect our snapshots.

they looked perfect.

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

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whimhaven · 1 year

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the kids prom night started well! malachi was quite nervous taking a senior to prom but they ended up hitting it off. while dancing with amara, delilah felt ignored by karan the whole night. he quickly made it up to her with a frisky photo booth session.

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy challenge #p: g1 #delilah wilde #malachi wilde #amara scott #karan mahajan by literalite #maci mayfield #kelsey bennett #imagine your date doesnt even dance with you #delilah stand up im begging

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changingplumbob · 18 days

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The saga of Miriam

This is for any gossip or drama loving peeps. Cast our minds back in time, back to when Keira was in the last few years of high school...

She was dating Morgan and took her to prom. She was happy enough, Morgan was not. Morgan wanted to woohoo but Keira didn't feel ready to. It wasn't an objection to Morgan, rather that she didn't feel mature enough to.

So Morgan ended up talking to this girl, Miriam, at prom. They headed into the photo booth together and I started to get suspicious.

Keira saw them flirting at school and got into a fight with Miriam. Morgan said it was nothing and Keira tried to go about ignoring Miriam.

But eventually Morgan dumped Keira, claiming Keira didn't trust her if she wasn't willing to woohoo her.

Of course Morgan and Miriam's romance was hardly undercover, and eventually it came out that Morgan had begun their new relationship while dating Keira. Morgan got bored and wanted more.

Then I get a notification that Miriam married Luna's younger brother Max shortly after becoming a YA. Colour me gobsmacked. Guess she didn't actually like Morgan that much.

So now, rather than me being able to forget about her, she's technically Luna's family.

#lost years #gif warning

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kazumist · 11 months

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EXTRA 2.5 ★ PHOTO BOOTH SHENANIGANS

FAKE IT TILL WE MAKE IT — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / takes place during the arcade date in extra #2.

with the plushie that scaramouche got for you, you continued to play around the arcade until the photo booth caught his eye.

“let’s try out the photo booth, come on,” he says.

“i don't want to. don’t you know the saying about photo booths in arcades?”

“don’t tell me you believe in such stupid superstitions.” he rolls his eyes at you and makes his way to the said photo booth. “what, are we going to get constipated or something?”

“they said that we might break up.”

“what? break up?”

“you know what? nevermind. it’s not like it’s applicable to us anyways.” you changed the topic, making your way towards the photo booth as well.

“oh so now you want to try it out?”

“shut it.”

extra notes.

just a small snippet that i didnt know how to include in extra #2 itself lol

let's just say you both kept the pics you took in the photo booth

am i finally starting on the actual story episodes for their prom arc? no. will i start writing it this week? maybe. am i going to post more extras now? yes

synopsis.

what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

spoiler: apparently, a lot can go wrong.

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pinkandbeelz · 5 months

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Hey, idk if you do this ship but could you make reader x MizuShiho dating hcs? If you couldn’t, could you make MizuAn dating hcs instead? 🙃

MizuShiho + MizuAn x Reader Dating HCS!

Aaaa first request thank you!!! I didn’t know MizuShiho was even a thing lol, but it seems cute! I started writing these a few weeks ago then completely forgot to finish :’) I decided to try and do a few for both, I hope you like them, sorry for the late post anon! - Pink!

MizuShiho

🎀🍜• Mizuki was the one to ask you and Shiho out. They knew they liked the both of you and wanted to ask you out as soon as possible. Mizuki may have made a small scene out of it, bringing you and Shiho a bouquet each and telling a romantic and well rehearsed confession. They would’ve done more but after a discussion with Ena they toned it down just a bit. The confession leaves you and Shiho flustered either way!

🎀🍜• At the beginning of the relationship, the going to different schools thing seemed like it would be a problem but after a few weeks all confusion about different school schedules disappeared when meeting at parks and the mall after school became an almost everyday thing. If Shiho has band practice after school on one of the meet-up days she won’t skip it, but depending on her mood she might miss out on the last 5 minutes of practice to see you two, and even though Mizuki doesn’t go to school very often they’ll gladly take the after school meet-ups with you and Shiho as an excuse to walk you both around the mall!

🎀🍜• Dates with these two are usually things like going to the mall, going on walks or just chilling at one of your houses ( normally yours or Mizuki’s, Shiho doesn’t like going to hers cause Shizuku won’t leave her alone about how cute the three of you are! ). Sometimes you’ll go to the arcade and have competitions about who can get the most tickets, these dates always end with Mizuki pulling you and Shiho into a Photo Booth for cute date photos!

🎀🍜• Once in a blue moon Shiho will let you and Mizuki have tickets to see Leo/Need so you can watch her play. I say once in a blue moon because to get said tickets off Shiho takes a lot of pestering and saying you both won’t go overboard with the support. One Shiho eventually cracks, you and Mizuki definitely will go overboard with the support, showing up to the concert decked out in custom made Leo/Need and Shiho themed Merch. Shiho hasn’t asked the live house security to remove you two yet, but she’s gotten close. You and Mizuki would do anything to show your love for your girlfriend!

🎀🍜• These two would be good at comfort. No matter what your problem is, they know how to make you feel better about it. Mizuki’s good at calming you down through hugs, kisses, cuddles and whatever else you may need, whereas Shiho is great at talking you through your emotions and figuring out a solution for them.

MizuAn

🎀🎧• Ok they probably confessed to you like they were asking you to prom. They were already together before asking you out so they wanted to make a big thing out of it. They had a lot of out there ideas on how to ask you out, An had to stop the both of them when Mizuki thought of getting Rui to build a small airplane they could attach a banner to with “ please go out with us “ written on it.

🎀🎧• You and Mizuki often go to An’s Vivids / VBS gigs at live houses. It’s very easy to tell that you are An’s biggest fans, going to the live houses way before the events start so that you can make sure you have front row seats to see your favourite singer and shouting words of encouragement at her so that she knows you both love and support her!

🎀🎧• An would give you and Mizuki free drinks and snacks from Weekend Garage whenever you want them! She’d make you specialty drinks on your birthdays and would treat you and Mizuki to any of your favourite menu items on your anniversaries!

🎀🎧• Dates with the two of them would definitely be entertaining! The two of them would take you out to places like bowling alleys, cinemas and on shopping trips! Even though dates like that are more common, Mizuki and An also aren’t against chill dates like staying at home together or going to cute cafes!

🎀🎧• When you need comfort, these two are all over you! Both Mizuki and An’s first instinct when seeing you upset is to attack you with hugs and love! They’ll listen to any worries you have and do their best to help you! They’ll get you whatever you need when you’re stressed, anything to show their love!

Pink’s Notes! - dude I say headcanons like I’m not writing full scenarios but bullet pointed :’) also thank you Pinterest people for the card edits lol

#Pink Writes!#pjsk x reader #MizuShiho x reader #MizuAn x reader #MizuShiho #MizuAn #mizuki akiyama #shiho hinomori #an shiraishi #mizuki akiyama x reader #shiho hinomori x reader #an shiraishi x reader #pjsk

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