#SRRY I HAD TO CHECK FOR MYSELF

[nortonwifey]

GIRLIE URE RIGHT THEY LOOK THE SAME WKWKELWKEJELWLSLWLELSLS

[flofaiiry]

wanna be yours ; charlie reid x reader

... aka ; ultraviolence pt.2

warnings: fem!reader, age gap (reader is 20-21 charlie is late 40s), alcohol, potential underage drinking (reader is technically 20 but i forgot the drinking age in the usa is 21 so... she can be 21 or have a fake id in your head whatever u want!!), jealousy, possessive&down bad charlie, oral f!receiving, fingering, kitchen sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader is easy for charlie to throw over his shoulder, unprotected p in v sex (dont do that!!), dacryphilia, creampie, praise (use of good girl but are we even surprised anymore), very soft ending, not proofread oopsie.

wc: 6.3k (im sorry (no im not))

note: gif cred to @sammy-bryant !! aaaaa here it is!!! pt2 of ultraviolence!!!! admittedly i have no idea why i called it that tbh i was just listening to lana del rey while writing and thought it fit the vibe idk!!! thank u so much to everyone who left a comment or reblogged or sent an ask saying such nice things abt part one!!!! i really appreciate it so much and am very happy to provide u with ur dose of charlie reid content :D this one's got a lot of plot, i really loved fleshing out reader & her friends more & i hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!! as always any feedback is super appreciated <3 <3

"so.. what do you actually want to do with your degree after you graduate?" charlie asks, his hand running up and down your bare back, fingers tracing over your spine.

"i have no idea," you sigh, "i was thinking to maybe get my masters? buy myself a little time before i have to decide anything for real, you know." your head rests on his chest, the subtle beat of his heart just barely audible under your ear.

"you ever think about police?" he asks. you just laugh in response, smiling into his skin. "i'm serious! it's a good job, good benefits. i'm sure i could pull some strings to get you in a good unit." he's mostly teasing but there's a genuine undertone to the whole proposition. you're smart, you're capable- no reason you wouldn't make a good cop.

you prop yourself up onto your elbow, looking down at him now with a raised eyebrow. "seriously? me? a cop? even if i could see myself doing that, i don't think the brass would look very favourably on whatever this is."

"sweetheart, i am the brass."

you roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever deputy chief," your phone buzzes on the bedside table where it lies. you roll over to check it.

"i'm just saying, if that was something you were interested in- i could make it happen." he shrugs. you scan your phone's screen, eyes landing on the text message from your roommate.

kendra: u coming? me & megan are waiting for u!!

charlie starts talking, "oh yeah, i've been meaning to tell you, i'm-"

you: shit yeah srry. work asked me to stay late but i can get out of it. be there in 15.

you put your phone back down, quickly getting up from the bed. "shitshitshit," you mutter under your breath, cutting him off & collecting your clothes from around the room. "everything okay?" charlie asks, watching you dart around his room. "yeah, just- fuck, forgot i had plans with my roommates tonight. some new bar or something they wanted to try on the south side?" you redress yourself quickly before walking over to the mirror to fix your hair. he hums in acknowledgement, sitting up from where he lies.

"you gonna be around this weekend?" he asks, pulling his boxers back on and standing behind you in the frame of the mirror. he rests his hands on your hips and kisses your shoulder.

you shake your head, "no, i'm covering a shift tomorrow, and sunday i need to catch up on reading for one of my classes." you turn around to face him, his hands still on your hips and chest flush against yours. you lean forward and press your lips against his.

"sorry," you whisper when you pull away, he pulls you back into him. "don't apologize," he says against your lips, "just stay."

"as much as i would like that," you say through him kissing you, "i already blew my friends off once last week to see you, and i promised i'd go out with them tonight."

"mmm fine," charlie groans, finally letting you pull away. "be safe," he mumbles, kissing you one last time before you head for the door.

the rest of the night is a flurry of low lighting, two too many mediocre cocktails, and guys from your college you didn't know existed getting enough liquid courage to hit on you and your friends.

"come onnn, loosen up a little! just let me buy you one more drink." the drunk frat boy leaning on the bar between you and and your friends slurs. his breath reeking of whiskey and coke. you just roll your eyes, "i told you jason, five or six times already- i'm not interested." jason groans, "no fuckin' fun, you are." with that he turns around, facing kendra and megan now.

megan immediately cocks an eyebrow. "don't even try," kendra quips, earning an overexaggerated huff from the boy, who finally walks away.

you look at your friends, the three of you bursting into a fit of laughter at jason's pathetic attempts. "they never fucking learn." megan shakes her head, speaking through giggles and sips on her drink, "do they think after enough drinks they're finally attractive, or?"

you just shrug, turning back to the bar and flagging down the bartender to order one more of whatever fruity drink you had just finished. kendra smacks your arm, "okay, what's been up with you lately, girl? are you going broke or something, you've been working a lot more lately." megan nods from behind her, "yeah, and hanging out with robin a ton too, what's up with that?"

work and robin have been the excuses you've given your friends for all the time you've been spending with charlie the last two months. you're not necessarily scared to tell them, they probably wouldn't care as much as you think they would, you just... haven't found the right time to tell them. you laugh, "what, are you jealous i have other friends than just you two?"

"yeah, a bit-" megan starts, before kendra cuts her off, "no, not jealous, just... curious, she shrugs, "i saw robin yesterday and she said she hadn't hung out with you for a week or two."

you almost choke on your drink. shit. you didn't think they'd talk to robin, hence why you used her as your cover story. "she was probably high or something, i don't know. i was with her a few days ago," you sputter out, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

kendra smirks, "nope. that girl is high a lot but definitely not this time." you shrug, feeling your cheeks heating up. "you're hiding something, aren't you? what, are you seeing someone?"

they know you too well.

you look back to your drink, taking a sip before trying to change the subject, but your friends aren't having it.

"oh my god! you are totally seeing someone!" megan says, setting her drink down with an emphatic thunk before leaning in. "spill!! what's his name? does he go to uofc? god, please don't tell me he goes to loyola, babe the guys there are absolute nightmares, do you remember my ex luke? he was from loyola and-" she starts on a rant of questions.

"no, no, calm down. he doesn't go to loyola meg, he-" you start, but trail off. you could lie. tell them you're seeing someone from a different school, make up a name and a story of how you met, but you have a feeling they wouldn't buy that.

you take a deep breath. "he isn't exactly a student," you say slowly. they just look at you, eager stares egging you on to elaborate. you sigh again. "he's kind of- like- older." kendra raises her eyebrows, "older? like how much older? like you're only in this for the trust fund he'll leave you when he dies in a few years kind of old?"

"god, no! not that old," you say quickly, "i'm not a gold digger." she shrugs, "i wouldn't blame you, it's rough out here. girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." megan puts a hand on her shoulder stopping her, "okay, so what like 30? that's not that bad." kendra scoffs, "oh! 30 is not bad at all, is that why you didn't want to tell us? ten years isn't that big of an age gap, i hooked up with a 30 year old once, she was-"

"he's not 30." you say, cutting her off. they raise their eyebrows again.

"40?"

you wince, they gasp.

"50?!"

"no! not yet! not yet! but like... pushing 50."

"oh. my. god!" kendra says, "how the fuck did you manage that?" you take a deep breath, trying to think of the best way to tell the story.

"okay. so. that class you guys didn't want to take with me? crim 324? the policing one?" they nod, "yeah cause it had that terrible fuckin' prof, gladwyn or whatever the fuck. i've heard the horror stories- i was not risking that," kendra says.

you shake your head, "he's not that bad," you defend, before realizing you're getting sidetracked. "anyways! we went on a visit to the cpd ivory tower, the one on south michigan? and he was there, and-" you search for the words, before giving the, a shrug, "i dont know! he told me if i had any questions to give him a call, and- i swear at first i just genuinely wanted to ask about the field but- god, he's really attractive and really charming and i just... i don't know!"

"did you fuck in his office?" megan asks a little too loudly. "no!" you say quickly, shushing her, "no! no... not that time at least." their jaws drop, before they erupt into a fit of laughter.

you roll your eyes, "god, you guys aren't even going to remember this in the morning, are you. i'm gonna have to go through this shit all over again." kendra shakes her head, putting one hand over her heart, "babe, there is no amount of alcohol in the world that could make me forget you telling us you're fucking someone's father."

"he is not someone's father! he doesn't have kids, he's never even been married!" you add quickly, not wanting them to carry on with that train of thought for too long.

"okay, but he could be someone's dad-" she continues before megan cuts her off. "wait. wasn't that tour a while ago? i remember you cancelled our lunch plans for it, like two months ago." kendra gasps, "you've been fucking grandpa for two months and haven't said anything???"

"oh my god, please do not call him grandpa, i promise he is not that old." you shake your head, "and yes. it has been two months. i didn't tell you 'cause i didn't want you guys to freak out- like you are right now."

"we are not freaking out, i'm just... surprised. normally i've got good spidey senses for when people are getting laid." megan shrugs. you laugh, "true." you admit, "you do have a freakish ability to tell that."

the weekend speeds by- saturday you're busy with work, taking an overtime shift to cover for a friend, and spending most of sunday at the library surrounded by textbooks. it doesn't help that you definitely drank too much on friday, remnants of a hangover clinging to you all weekend.

on monday afternoon, you three carpool to your crime control methods class. you drive, kendra's in the passenger seat, megan's in the back, flipping through her textbook. the cap of a highlighter between her teeth as she tries to annotate the pages despite the bumpiness of the ride.

"why the fuck are there assigned readings for a guest lecturer. why do we even have a guest lecturer, can't murphy just do it himself? nobody's going to pay attention anyways." megan huffs, pushing her long blonde hair from her face as she stuffs the textbook back into her bag.

you shrug. "maybe they'll be interesting." kendra looks up from her phone, "they better be. i was planning on skipping today. swear to god if i come all the way here for some pencil pusher to read directly off a paper."

you arrive on campus a few minutes later, finding a parking spot and walking to the lecture hall. you file into the room with everyone else after the class before yours ends, making your way to the middle rows where you normally sit.

you three have sat in the same order since high school: you, kendra, megan- from left to right. your eyes survey the room, it's fuller than normal- people really showed out for the guest speaker. you look around for a moment longer before the door swings open. your professor walks in with who you presume to be the guest speaker.

you can't tell who it is at first, until your professor moves out of the way.

no.

it can't be.

he would have told you. right?

then you remember, he tried to, but you had cut him off with the realization you forgot about plans. he said there was something he was meaning to tell you about- this had to be it.

you turn to face your friends. "that's him."

they're confused at first- a series of huh's and raised eyebrows conveying that. you nod towards the front of the room, "the guest speaker. it's him."

"that's him?" they say, gasping almost in sync. whipping their heads to the door. "don't look! oh my god you guys are idiots, don't look!!!!" you whisper shout at them, they turn back to you, eyes lingering for a second longer.

"ok i take back what i said, he's hot." kendra says, blunt as ever. megan nods, "yeah, damn. when you said he was pushing fifty i imagined someone's grandpa but that's... that's someone's daddy."

"oh my god!?!? shut the fuck up please!!" you beg, shielding your face with your hands, trying desperately to cover the embarrassment you're definitely not hiding well.

another friend, trenton, slides into the seat next to you. "hey, hey. what's going on," he smiles, patting you on the knee & greeting you and your friends when he sits down.

"trent!!" megan smiles, "god, i forgot you were in this class- how are you?" she's had a massive crush on him since they met in first year. they continue on with their conversation across you and kendra, trenton luckily oblivious to your bashful appearance.

"this cannot be happening," you say into your hands. kendra grins mischievously, "so can we meet him after class?" you snap your head up to look at her, "absolutely not." you say quickly. "but what if i have a question about his presentation?" she asks, feigning innocence.

"oh please ken, if it was literally any other speaker you wouldn't even be paying attention." she shrugs, "i have no idea what you're talking about i love to learn."

trenton hears that, "ha! yeah right. you? love to learn?" kendra's jaw drops, "ok, asshole. let's go grade for grade, what'd you get in tanner's class last semester," she crosses her arms, raising one eyebrow as he racks his brain.

their bickering is cut short though, when your professor starts talking.

"alright guys, let's settle down. as promised, today we've got a guest speaker- please welcome the chicago police department's deputy chief of the bureau of organized crime, charlie reid!" the class fills with a sparse applause as your professor takes the microphone off his lapel and passes it to charlie. "you didn't tell us he was a deputy chief," megan leans across and mutters to you.

"thanks everyone, it's nice to be here. think i recognize some faces from the ivory tower tour a few months back." charlie smirks, scanning across the room. a few students nod, having been a part of that group as well. his eyes land on you, throwing you a quick, subtle wink. your face heats up.

a moment later trenton leans in close next to you, "you know this guy?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, "coulda sworn he just winked at you." you shrug, painting your face with an oblivious look, "i don't think he did, but i was on the tour so maybe he remembers me," you offer as an excuse. "pretty good facial rec from the old dude," he nudges you with his shoulder.

you cover your mouth to stifle your laugh, turning your attention back to charlie at the front of the class. even though he's moved on into his presentation, you notice his gaze lingering on the way you giggled at trenton's joke.

"alright then! if there's no more questions, i guess that's it for me." charlie claps his hands together and presses his lips into a line as the class fills with applause once more. he takes the mic off his collar and hands it back to your professor.

"thank you again, charlie, it's been an honour to have you here." the men shake hands as people begin filing out of the class. "remember, essays are due one week today, and deputy chief reid is going to stick around for a little while if anyone has any questions."

"we are leaving, and we are leaving now." you say to kendra and megan, shoving your laptop back into your bag. "but i wanted to ask what he thinks about manning's 'impossible mandate' for police," megan chimes in, zipping her bag shut and throwing it over her shoulder.

you shake your head, "i'll give you his email."

"come onnn, i just want to ask a question. i swear i won't say anything else." she holds out her pinky. you roll your eyes, wrapping your own little finger around hers, "fine, but i swear to god meg... just the question."

"just the question," she repeats with a smile.

"okayy, you guys have fun with that. i've got psych in 15 minutes so i'm gonna head." trenton pats you on the shoulder before turning to head out of the class.

kendra sighs, "as much as i would love to see what is about to go down, i too have psych in 15 minutes." she shuffles by you in the row, heading to follow trent to their next class.

"have fun!!" she whispers as she walks by you. "yeah, thanks." you say, standing up after she passes, grabbing your bag and following megan down to the front of the class where a few other students stand huddled around.

you turn and rest your forehead on megan's shoulder, "i can't believe this is about to happen." she sighs, "i'm just going to ask a question, babe. i swear." you hear charlie wrapping up with the students ahead of you, thanking them for coming and shaking their hand. you pick your head up off your friends shoulder and take a deep breath.

megan walks forward, smile on her face and hand extended. "hi! i'm megan cassidy, it's super nice to meet you, deputy chief reid!" he shakes her hand, "nice to meet you megan- and please, call me charlie."

megan asks her question, charlie answers- sprinkling in a quick story about his time on patrol. "what about your friend," he turns to you, "you have any questions for me?" he tilts his head, one eyebrow raised.

cocky bastard.

you choke back a laugh, scoff falling from your lips instead, "nope, uh- no. no questions." you smile politely, suddenly very aware of your professor standing nearby and classmates behind you.

"alright then, nice meeting you girls." he nods, smirk evident on his face. megan thanks him again before you're dragging her out of the class by her hand.

"see! that was fine! he's nice!" she says when you're in the hallway. you look at her, eyes squinted a little bit. "you think i'd be sleeping with him if he wasn't nice?"

she shrugs. "maybe the sex is really good." you roll your eyes, shaking your head through a laugh.

"okay, i'm gonna head," you announce, standing up from the couch to put your shoes on. megan looks up at you from above her glasses, turning her attention away from whatever fantasy book she's buried in this week. "going to see mister police man?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.

you nod, "don't have to make shit up when i go see him anymore now that you guys know." you slide on your second shoe and take your car keys from the little cup on the entryway table. there's only one or two actual keys on the ring, the rest of the weight coming from souvenir keychains you've collected over the years.

kendra pops out from the kitchen, drying her hands with a dish towel. "this was much more fun when i thought you'd had your bi awakening and you and robin were secret friends with benefits or whatever."

you look up at her, "oh my god, shut up. you thought i was sleeping with robin?"

she shrugs, "she's hot."

"then why don't you sleep with her, ken."

"oh trust me, i would if she asked me to."

you and megan share a look before you sling your bag over your shoulder, turning to open the door. "have fun getting laid!" megan calls after you, turning her attention back to her book. "thaaank you!!" you reply, shutting the door behind you.

you get into the car and take your phone out to text charlie that you're on your way. the drive to his place isn't long, around 10 minutes- 15 if the traffic lights don't cooperate and you manage to catch every red.

his response to your text comes on your car's center console screen:

charlie: Door is unlocked.

after parking in the driveway you walk up to the door, raising your hand to knock before remembering his message. you drop your hand to the doorknob and open the door.

"i'm here!" you call out into the house, shutting the door behind you and kicking your shoes off. there's no response. normally he's on the couch or in his office, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously.

"charlie?" you try again, stepping into the living room. "yeah, in here," he calls from in the kitchen. you trudge through the house, making your way to him.

"hey," you say quietly, stepping into the kitchen, the sudden cold tile under your feet makes you shiver a little. he's standing over the stove, pushing some scrambled eggs around in a pan. "hey." he replies, not turning his attention from the food in front of him. you walk over and lean on the island opposite where he stands.

"long time no see," you tease, "didn't know you were gonna be our guest speaker." he huffs, still not turning around to face you.

"everything ok?" you say, pushing up on your hands to sit on the countertop.

charlie takes a deep breath. he shuts off the stove and sets down the spatula. he turns around to look at you finally. "you tell me."

you furrow your brows, not entirely understanding his reaction.

"who's blondie." he continued, you squint.

"huh?"

"blonde guy sitting next to you in the lecture today. seemed like you guys were laughin' it up."

it clicks, "trent?"

he shrugs, "whatever the fuck his name is. don't really care." his words are clipped, his jaw set firm.

your eyes widen, "charlie, are you... jealous?"

he tilts his head, "not jealous," he says, taking a step towards you, "i don't get jealous of twenty something frat boys." he keeps his eyes on yours, walking closer slowly. you part your legs when you feel the leather material of his belt brush your kneecaps, he steps in the space between them.

"then what's the problem?" you say, treading very lightly. jealousy was unbroken ground thus far into your relationship, "he's just a friend."

"mm, just a friend," he says under his breath, "all your friends touch you like that?"

you can't help but scoff, "touch me like that?" you repeat slow. "charlie, i've known trent since first year. he lived on my floor in res- he's my friend. sure he can be a little touchy, but he doesn't mean anything by it."

charlie brings his pointer finger and thumb to your chin, tilting your head down ever so slightly. "i don't like when people touch what's mine." he says, low and gravelly.

you gulp.

"yours?" you question , voice barely registering at an audible level.

"mine." he repeats, eyes not wavering from yours for even a second.

"yours." you say again- slowly, tentatively. like you're trying the label on for size.

"yeah," he breathes, trailing his fingers up to your jaw before cradling it in the palm of his hand. the pads of his fingers brush just under your hair on the skin of your neck. charlie leans in, steady- almost careful.

his forehead rests against yours, not quite kissing you yet, "mine," he repeats again, finally pressing his lips against yours. they're soft- so soft. softer than any kiss you've shared these past two months.

it doesn't stay that way for long, quickly escalating to the king of kiss you're used to when his hands travel down to rest on the tops of your thighs, then to your waist to pull you closer to him. your hands find their way into his hair, fingers lacing through the short greying strands at the base of his neck.

one of his hands travels under your skirt, toying with the lace band of your panties, he sneaks a finger underneath it, dragging a slow line from your entrance up to your clit. the tiniest of gasps escapes you and you feel charlie smirk against your lips.

you're practically dripping already- admittedly the reason you came over here.

he moves his finger back down and pushes it slowly inside of you. your slick coating over his digit as he works it slowly inside of you. he's a great multitasker, lips unrelenting against yours, tongue now slipped into the equation.

you swear you could come right now if he let you, just from the sheer emotion of this encounter. the way he called you his- claimed you- it made you weak in the knees.

he takes his finger from your cunt, drawing it up to your clit. he circles it a few times, soaking the bud with your wetness. you whimper when he pulls it away, hand travelling back to the top of your thigh.

he leans back from the kiss. you're both breathless, lips pink and swollen. "lie back," he says, pressing one last kiss to your lips before stepping away. you oblige him, leaning back on to your elbows. charlie drops to his knees, looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties once more, but this time pulling them off your legs in one motion. his face disappears between your legs, salt and pepper hair the only thing you can see beneath your bunched up skirt now.

he starts slow. tongue licking a broad stroke up to your clit, then swirling around it. "fuck" the word leaves your lips through an exhale, your head rolling back. you feel his lips twitch against you in a smirk. he brings his hands up to your thighs, drawing them further apart, then hooking his arms around them, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter- closer to him.

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure, a proper moan leaves you now, and your hands find their way to his hair again. you tug at his hair, earning a hum from the man buried between your legs, the sound vibrating deliciously against your pussy.

your back threatens to arch off the counter at the new sensation, but charlie's firm grip around your hips holds you there. he switches up his rhythm now, alternating from harsh sucks to more gentle flicks of his tongue at your clit. he takes one of his hands and slides two fingers into you. you gasp, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out quickly to bring you right to the edge.

"please charlie- fuck," you whimper, tugging at his hair and pushing his face against your core, desperate for any kind of friction he can offer. his nose bumps your clit and your eyes roll back in your head. "gonna- fuck," you stutter, words leaving you incoherently. you opt for one word instead, the sound falling from your lips amidst a moan.

"close." you're practically squirming now, charlie's arms flexing as he holds you in place on the counter. you swear you feel him grin against your cunt.

"yeah?" he picks his head up to look at you, his fingers still working inside you. you whine at the loss of contact. "my baby's gonna cum for me? hm?"

my baby.

he's never called you baby before- never called you his before.

you could get used to this.

you nod quickly, eyes cinched shut and sinful noises slipping from your lips. "yeah?" he asks again, one eyebrow raised now.

"ask for permission," he says, admiring the way your body writhes under his touch, "ask me to let you cum."

you open your eyes to look down at him, his lips glossy with a thin layer of your slick. his fingers don't stop curling against your walls, the tips of them rubbing just right on the squishy spot inside you that makes you see stars. the veins and muscles in his forearm flexing just so as he works his fingers in and out of you.

"please, charlie- need it so bad- so fucking bad," you whimper, eyes falling shut again as your senses start becoming overwhelmed.

he makes a satisfied hum, before dipping his head back down between your legs, lips and tongue resuming their earlier motions- laving over your pussy and sucking on your clit.

it isn't long before your vision's overcome with a white static, all your senses only able to register nothing else but how good charlie's making you feel with his mouth and fingers. your orgasm hits and you're crying out his name, fingers pulling harshly on his hair now.

the pleasure washes over you like a shockwave, rippling through your body and tearing moan after moan from your throat. charlie doesn't stop- not for a second. you could swear there are tears brimming at your eyes from the immense sensory input. "too much-" you whine, trying to pull him from between your legs. you feel him shake his head.

"one more," he says against your pussy.

you want to refuse, tell him you can't take it anymore, tell him to stop. but you can't find it in you when what he's doing feels so good. so you nod, your hips subconsciously grinding into his mouth. that only eggs charlie on. his tongue speeds up against your cunt, he sucks harder on your clit and fucks his fingers deeper into you.

it isn't long — actually it's a humiliatingly short amount of time — before you're coming again. orgasm washing over you as the tears that only threatened to spill earlier are flowing freely down your cheeks.

your whole body is quaking when charlie pulls away, he stands up to knead at your thighs to bring you down from your high. when you finally crack your eyes open, chest heaving, you see him looking down at you, taking in your absolutely exasperated figure beneath him.

"good?" he asks, cocky smirk on his face.

"yeah," you breathe.

"good." he says again, his hands travel up to your waist before gripping you there and pulling you off the counter. you squeal as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

"my turn."

he carries you easily up the stairs to his bedroom, practically throwing you into the plush mattress- a stark contrast to the hard, cold, marble slab you were lying on moments earlier. his hands quickly move to his shirt, undoing the buttons easily, then down to his belt, sliding it out of the loops in his pants.

he nods to you, "strip," he says simply, "'m not gonna be the only one naked."

you smile, tugging off your skirt (panties still on the floor of the kitchen probably), then pulling your top over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room.

charlie smirks when he looks back at you. no bra.

he shakes his head, trying to fight the smirk from turning into a smile. "you're too much, you know that?" he walks over to you and kneels on the bed above you before leaning down and kissing you.

his lips feel different than when he kissed you last, although it was only a few minutes ago. they're no longer soft and gentle, but rough and desperate against yours. he moves to stand up off of you but you don't let him- wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him there.

"gotta get a condom," he says against your lips, never pulling away for any longer than necessary.

"don't," you say against his lips, "wanna feel you."

he groans into your mouth at that, his last ounce of control almost snapping- but still holding on for dear life. "but baby, i-"

he starts, but you cut him off with another kiss.

"don't care."

that's all he needs to hear. he reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, positioning it at your entrance. with the amount of slick absolutely dripping out of you from your two earlier orgasms, he glides into you easily.

a downright sinful moan falls from your lips, eyes wrenching shut as you feel him stretch you out. it's different than any time he's fucked you before- you can feel all of him.

every ridge, vein, crevice and bump on his cock presses into you as he eases all the way into your cunt. "fuckin' made for me, hm?" he groans when his hips meet yours, now buried to the hilt inside you.

he doesn't give you long to adjust to the new sensation, too intoxicated with the way your walls hug around him to stay still for any extended period of time. he drags out of you before practically slamming back inside. his head falls to the crook of your neck, kissing and biting and nibbling on the area.

you're sure there will be evidence left behind, you'll definitely get taunts from your friends- but you cannot find it in yourself to care. he keeps thrusting into you, hips stuttering when you clench around him but otherwise maintaining a grueling pace.

one of your hands is wrapped around his back, clawing and scratching at the taut skin, the other is grasping at the sheets- desperate for something to ground you through the pleasure he's bringing you.

you feel yourself getting close, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening as you come up on your third orgasm of the night. you can tell charlie's getting close too: the noises he's making, the way he stills between thrusts- even if just for a second. you've gotten to know his body well.

"come on," he coaxes, "gimme one last one around my cock."

his words have you coming undone. when you moan his name as you cum, suddenly you're very happy he doesn't live in an apartment- because there would most definitely be noise complaints if he did.

"wh- fuck," he grunts, hips still snapping into you as you cum, "where do you want it," he asks- but a part of him already knows the answer. the way your legs have been wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper into you while he fucks you into the mattress.

"inside," you whimper, body still reeling from your orgasm, "please charlie, need it so bad." his hips don't let up, still rocking into you, but that's all he needs to hear for him to come tumbling over the edge. he spills inside of you — deep inside of you — rhythm never relenting as he comes.

you're starting to feel like it's all too much. too much pleasure, too full of him (his cock and his cum). just too much. tears prick at your eyes again and you swear the feeling, the sensation of him filling you up with his spend has you hurdling towards yet another orgasm.

"good girl," charlie whispers, his hips slow as he fucks you through your last high, silently admiring how pretty the tears look falling from your eyes. he can't help but smirk, knowing he made you feel so good you cried.

one more moment of savouring the feeling before he pulls out of you. both of your breaths hitching when he does. he smiles down at you, pressing one last tender kiss to your lips before he rolls off of you to lie beside you. you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, allowing your heart rates to come back to normal.

"wow," you breathe, staring up at the ceiling. he turns his head to look at you.

"yeah," he sighs, taking in your absolutely fucked out appearance.

"i don't think i've ever come that many times before." you admit, turning your head to look at him now. the corner of his mouth twitches up- you notice.

you smack his shoulder, shaking your head through a laugh. "don't get cocky, your ego's big enough as it is." he smiles, "mhmm, i'll try my best." that smile is hard not to reciprocate. you turn on your side to face him, lips pulled high in your own satisfied smile.

you catch a glimpse of the alarm clock over him, you sigh- it's late. "i guess i should get going," you whisper.

that's been your arrangement these past couple months. you fuck, either at his place or in his office, then you go home- not trying to give your friends any reason to be suspicious.

charlie grabs your wrist. you look at him, met with those hypnotic hazel eyes- a different sort of look in them now though.

"stay." he says. simple.

your first instinct is to protest. tell him you can't, that you've got a reason to be up early tomorrow or don't want your friends to worry. but then, you remember- they know. you don't have to dance around this relationship anymore, don't have to come up with cover stories for every time you go out. if you want to stay the night, you can stay the night.

"yeah?" you ask, he nods.

"yeah." he tugs at your wrist gently. you smile, allowing him to pull you by the arm to rest your head on his chest. he sighs, not in any kind of annoyance or negative emotion, just- contentment. you let your eyes flutter shut, leg swinging over to tangle with his. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand coming up to trace along your back.

it feels... nice. lying here with him. feels right.

you think you could stay here forever.

...

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!! pls let me know what u think in the comments&reblogs and lmk if u want me to continue with these two!!!

tags for those who asked & charlie reid truthers !!! > @melancholyy-hill , @polaris-daydreams , @aryacoulson , @biomedicalshark , @erwinsvow (i hope this cures ur depression from last nights ep <3)

[justarkive]

MAGIC | jeon jungkook

pairing : jungkook x f!reader

genre: smut smut smut , angsty ? minimal fluff tbh 18+

warnings: nudity, infidelity, swearing, cheating, jk is such a dick and so is oc tbh! (i do NOT support these actions lol)

smut warnings: jerking off, unprotected but not p in v, mean jk during sex, grinding, choking ¿ nipple + boobies play, i hate warnings sm pls lmk if ive missed any lol

wc: i have no idea how to check im so srry

this fic does not reflect the real jungkook/other members involved and is simply fiction!

A/N: this is my first fanfic guysss!!! pls pls pls dont b afraid to lmk what you think, idk if ill make a pt2 but if anyone even reads then i might! im not too sure if i like this myself though!! also not proofread sorry about any mistakes!!! ill stfu now!!

read part 2 here: MAGIC pt II

read my other work here: masterlist

It’s raining today, and you can’t help but shuffle your legs around under your blanket, gravitating towards the miniscule warmth that he had left there last night. That manly, musky scent clutches onto the fibres of your silk sheets. Though your not sure if its just burned into your memory, with your desperation for a small slither of his essence convincing you its still all over your sheets.

The rain patters against the window the same way it did when he was here, when you’d had reconnected, the sheets were still rumpled in the way he was laying there, only the candles which had given up within the night and him were no longer there.

Its cyclical, comical, hilarious. He’ll come, plushie in hand and a stupid grin on his face asking to, in Jeon Jungkooks word’s: chill. Then you’d tangle up in your sheets, he’d call his girlfriend saying he’s caught up with work, and leave before you wake up.

It’s pitiful for you, and you cant help but laugh at yourself every morning.

Eventually realizing that there is stuff to be done, your legs are thrown off your bed and you mewl while rubbing your eyes, a quick glance to the mirror beside you gives you a clear view of your bare body. Your knees are bruised and there are hickeys all over your neck.

You guess its time to go mormon style.

———

You ignore the comments from your fellow workers asking what the fuck you have on right now. This morning, the sulk session lasted an hour too long resulting in you turning up late to work in a bright red turtleneck and leggings. Your day went by quick, your boss giving you the simple tasks of cleaning tables and restocking the display fridge.

But with an hour of your shift, you’d realised you spoke too soon when you see an all too familiar tattooed hand swinging in your peripheral vision.

Your heart is literally in your stomach, swimming in the acid once you also realise he is not alone and she is with him.

Shes clutching onto his hands like a koala, hair curled and face rubbing against his chest. For now, he hasn’t seen you, and you really fucking hope he do-

“__?”

Shit.

Immediately, you scuffle around, dropping the mop you were using to clean up one of your regular’s coffee spills. Sending him an awkward nod and smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, you bend down to grab it, quickly coming back up mentally preparing yourself for this awkward interaction coming.

“Jung-kook… what are you doing here?” Annoyed since he’s chosen here out of all places to get coffee with his girlfriend. You make sure to keep your noise level down, considering she’s ordering just a couple feet away.

He smirks at you, taking the mop from your hands and twirling it around. Classic Jeon Jungkook, cocky bastard.

“What? I cant get coffee with my girl?” You roll your eyes, trying to cover up the fact he’s casually talking about his girl dosent make you feel like hes sharpened the mop and stabbed it through your stomach.

“Yeah? Add: coming to the workplace of the girl you fuck behind her back to that.”

You both immediately shut up when you hear a clacking of heels coming your way, Jungkook giving you an eyeroll whilst handing you your mop.

“__! Its great to see you, how have you been? I see your still working here, what happened to getting a better job?”

Eunbi. Arrogant, cocky, bitch! You seriously dont know how he puts up with her.

“Actually Eunbi im still studying before i get a better job, and if your so interested, Im sure Jungkook can tell you all about it, i have stuff to do, enjoy your food.” I hope they poisoned it.

For some context, You and Eunbi met first through your brother since they being in the same social circle, she quickly became good friends with him. Eventually, she got kicked out of her college dorm and moved in with you and Taehyung for a bit.

Then she starting bringing Jungkook there.

Jungkook and Tae then got really close, which led to him sometimes coming over without Eunbi and well… The rest is obvious.

Your situation with Jungkook happened one night when you, him and Tae got really drunk. He’d passed out on your bed and you refused to sleep on your brother’s. Innocent brushes of skin led to heavy makeout sesh’s and then the ripping of condoms.

The reason you hate Eunbi so much was because she invaded your space, even before she’d gotten with Jungkook, she’d treat you and Tae as if you were her personal maids which is what eventually led you to saving your money and getting a small student flat a few minutes away from yours and Tae’s apartment. Now, he lives with Jungkook and Eunbi.

Before you’d moved out, you had a serious talk with Taehyung insisting that she’d pay the rent once you’d left and to no longer be leeching off of him. With a sad goodbye, he’d promised you it wouldn’t happen ever again.

———

Its 9:00pm, after a shit-show day at work you seriously need some junk food in your system to make some part of you feel good. You procrastinate for a minute, the couch feeling far too warm to get up and grab your phone, but a knock on the door has you getting onto your feet quickly.

You already know who it is, but you check the peephole before opening. Safety first, duh!

A large, doe-eye is taking up your viewpoint. Making silly faces to the door as if he knows you’re looking… (he does.)

A part of you imagines what would happen if you just didn’t open the door. You cant help but feel the pangs of guilt every time he comes over, but whatever magic spell he’s casted on you has got you twisting your keys around and welcoming him in… The spell being a bag of takeout of course!

“I guessed you were hungry since you left your shift late, also Eunbi wont get off my back, She wants me home before 12:00, told her I was meeting up with friends.”

Huh. Explains why he’s so dressed up. You arent complaining though, the double denim is seriously doing something to you right now.

You bite your lip before contemplating what your about to say to him, worse that can happen is you he’ll storm out and the dick appointment will then be cancelled.

“It’s still a miracle how we get away with this shit, Kook. Why don’t you just leave her? You know she treats you like shit.”

You straighten the shoes he removes off his feet by your door before following him to your kitchen where he takes a seat on the island. His jaw clenches for a mere second before he looks at you before scoffing.

“And get beat up by your brother? No thanks. __ Im not having this conversation tonight, so just eat.” Opening the bag of takeaway, he pulls out a box for you and for him.

“Im being serious Jungkook, the more we keep fucking around like this the more likely we’re both getting beat up! And your excuses? They’re getting shitter by the minute.”

“Tell me __, are you asking to stop this?” He’s motioning his fingers between you, and your breath catches in your throat.

“W-what? Im not-“ Stepping out of his chair, hes coming towards you and before you know it, hes tilting your chin up and boring into your eyes with a grin.

“Spit it out, baby.”

You take a hold of his hand, shoving it off of your face and willing yourself to speak up. “Kook- stop. This is seriously not right, we cant do this any lon-“

Before you know it, his lips are on yours. And just like always, you give in. Kissing back, yet when he pulls away ever so slightly you find yourself whispering against his lips about how much you cant do this.

But like clockwork, you end up on the kitchen counter with one of his hands in your pyjama shorts and his tatted hand around your neck.

Your mewling in his mouth when his fingers finally slip into your soaked panties and start rubbing your clit. He pulls back and chuckles when you chase his lips.

“C’mon baby, tell me, you wanna stop? Cause this pussy’s telling me something else,”

And for some reason, you tell him you do.

You immediately regret it when his hands leave your panties. The warmth which was from his breath fanning on your face and his hands around your neck is suddenly replaced by air which feels far colder than usual.

Something in Jung-kook’s demeanour seems to have changed, he seems almost, mad?

“Alright, I wanted to be nice to you tonight baby, but it seems like you wanna be a brat, and so be it, strip.”

Jeon Jungkook and his damn magic.

Your camisole and shorts are on the floor in seconds, he’s watching you intently. Casually leaning his hands against the counter behind him. Tatted fingers unzip his jeans, pulling out his semi hardened cock giving it a few languid strokes before taking a few steps before he’s towering over you again.

Your hand reaches for his dick, but he stops you. “Wha-“

“Sit on the counter.”

“But its cold! Ah!” Your protest was useless, his arms effortlessly picking you up and plopping you on the counter. The cold marble chills your ass cheeks before he’s spreading your legs apart and staring at your pussy. Like this, a wave of embarrassment washes over you from the feeling of being exposed and you instinctively try to close your legs, but his iron fucking grip on your thighs makes sure that’s not happening.

“You’re gonna sit there, with a wet fucking pussy, and watch me jerk off, and then i’m gonna cum on it. Im gonna cum on it and if you’re good, i’ll consider fucking it into you after.” He seethes, dropping his jeans to his knees and fisting his cock rapidly in front of your pussy.

You mentally scream at yourself to never pull this shit again, cause the sight of his wet cock being jerked off by the same hand that was in your pussy makes you leak out even more onto the counters. Youre subconsciously grinding your hips into the air, whimpering cause your so touch deprived and watching Jeon Jungkook Jerk off in front of you was seriously not helping.

Suddenly, hes pulling you off the counter and turning you around. You squeal while preparing for the intrusion of his cock however you feel it being jerked between your ass cheeks and you ultimately just wanna scream.

“Please, Kook I- i need-“ His hands come around to your neck, applying pressure to it, the other travelling to your tits and squeezing them.

“Fuck.” His lips press against your ear as hes sloppily licking and kissing your earlobes, pinching your nipples and moaning right into your fucking brain. “Im gonna come fuck.”

Immediately, you turn around, getting back onto the counter with his help, his moans increase in volume as he jerks off his angry cock faster and faster in his fist, before suddenly hes pressing his lips to yours and moaning louder than ever tonight and cumming all over your pussy.

You moan into his mouth, watching lines of cum stream onto your stomach and down to your ass, revelling in the slight stimulation you get from the warmth of his cum on your long forgotten clit.

“Please.” You’re begging, on the verge of tears. You sloppily kiss his lips, frantically sucking on them and grinding against his still hard cock to the best of your ability in this position before a phone ringing in his jeans pocket interrupts.

You frown, seriously hoping its not who you think it is.

“Wait baby, let me jus-“

“Please, Kook”

He picks up the phone regardless, “Baby?”

The re-use of the pet name has your stomach twisting in regret. “Yeah? Are you okay?… Eun-… I’ll be home in 10.”

His phone is placed back down onto the counter, “Are you seriously leaving?”

He looks at you for a long time, his own heart twisting at how your eyes have suddenly gotten glossier. “You know i can’t stay after she’s called me, and it’s almost 12, baby. Tomorrow?”

He says it so fucking casually it makes you blink back your tears and pick up your soiled panties off the floor. You quickly move behind him to pack the takeaway back into the bag, as he watches in confusion.

“__? What are you doing?”

“Just leave, Kook.” You try your hardest to ignore the feeling of his cum sandwiched between your folds and panties, but its like a constant reminder that Jeon Jungkook will always be there.

He’s throwing his jeans on and gives you one last look before walking to your door. “Im sorry. Ill text you,”

You don’t say anything, stretching your arm out to give him the takeaway, “You don’t want it?”

“No, I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Im sorry, __”

You exchange one more glance at him standing in your doorway before closing it, realising that he’s going home and it wont be with you.

—

That night, you spend an hour on your shower floor, the cum washed away and long forgotten in the drains.

That morning, you will reply to Jeon Jungkook when he messages you.

Him and his damn magic.

[luckykiwiii101]

OK HERE'S SOME ADVICE + SUCCESSFUL STORY ??

The moment I started to be more faithful with the law of assumption was when I finally decided to stop using tumblr or reddit everyday. Even when I was scrolling out of boredom, I still absorbed every piece of information I read unconsciously, which is why I kept doubting my power as the creator.

I only stuck to one method: repetition. I affirmed calmly for days, visualized for less than 5 mins whenever I felt like it, plus there were days when I didn't put much effort (I was confident that in the end, I was going to have it no matter how much time I invested, in other words, "I have it right now whether I can see it or not since imagination is true reality." This helped me stop caring about circumstances and remain patient as I enjoyed what I was given).

Then this happened – I slept without expecting much and woke up in my waiting room!!!!! Which is what I aimed for!!!

At first, I struggled with what I should do to manifest after I stopped using tumblr. I didn't know I had become so dependent on other people's methods and advice.

Throughout my journey, I was left with only my own intuition and the information I had collected for months (WHICH I didn't put to good use when I was using tumblr/reddit, I just kept going back and forth). Due to my dependency on relying on different sources, I felt desperate, but I had no one but myself to assure me I was doing the right thing. I kept assuming I was doing everything as it was meant to be everytime I needed it, without having to check someone else's post about my issues.

You can't fail the loa, you can't do the loa wrong, you just can't. Step back, and realize you're the one assuming it as such. You have full control of your conscious mind, so you're the one to blame. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (srry for the tough love bit)

If you ever feel impatient (which was one of my problems), you have to look at the end goal and realize it's yours! You don't have to feel anything, you have to recognise and know that the reality you're living in is the one you've been looking for! This way, you don't have to look at how much time has passed, knowing that you're gonna have it anyway.

TL;DR: trust yourself folks. It may not be necessary, but it is essential to stay sane imo.

And now that I have access to my WR whenever I want, I will eat every food I always wanted to try/repeat and stop worrying about life. 😝

SUCCESS STORY

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

THIS IS AMAZING!! I love it!! Your hit the nail on the head with the advice there!!! Manifest on your OWN terms. Nobody can tell you what to do and how to do it. God does what God wants!!!

[kenzielovesuyou]

never ever

pair: bully!paige x shy!reader!

Warnings: bullying, cussing, physical bullying, suicidal thoughts, attempt, kissing angst, pet names, thoughts,!

note: not grammar checked soo so mistakes! And srry if don’t like..

Summary: ever since middle when Paige called you names one day everything went downhill… except one week she took it too far…

”hii girl!” “Hey Kaylee!” “Where is everyone else?” “Idk probably stuffing their face!” We laugh. I have Amazing best friends! Kaylee,Kendall,Serena,kelana and Gabbie! We had all planned to go to UConn since 5th grade!

Every thing was great. Sweet friends, good grades, quiet girl who always sat in the back, pretty, girly, perfect middle school girl, no distractions… what could go wrong? Nothing it seemed like until, one day on a random Wednesday a little before class started Paige and her minions came. I was getting out my supplies for class until Paige came up to me and said “Oh look at little miss perfect!” She laughs “You’re nothing but a quiet brat.” She whispered. All of her minions laugh.

at me.

Ever since then she had bullied me. I never felt good, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to tell the teachers and principles multiple times, but they wouldn’t listen… they either just shrugged it off, or just ignore me it had never been physical though Which is good. I told my parents about it and they took it a little bit more seriously but never really did anything. “ Honey just ignore her.” This and “you’ll be fine.” That. I’ve also built up some anxiety about it…

“And like I was saying-“ “eww look at her she’s wearing a crop top” Paige shouts “ughhh Paige go away your like a little fly that won’t leave her alone sho sho!” “Guys let’s just go i-its no big d-deal..” I stuttered trying to escalate the situation, “Guys let’s just go i-its no big d-deal!” Paige mocks her friend laugh as well as some other people watching. As we walk away Paige goes “look at her she’s a little bitch!”

I can’t take it

no not now

I just burst out in tears of embarrassment and anxiety… as we go to the library my best friends comfort me and tell me everything is going to be all right. Although this has happened multiple times this one felt more heart wrecking. after every. single. time this happens, it only gets worse.

By high school it’s gotten really really bad.. since page was practically famous in basketball now she had a lot more fans and friends so mwhenever she made fun of me, I would get collective laughs. I started getting suicidal thoughts in the middle of sophomore year. I always felt like throwing up, and a lot of the time I did.

Senior year

At my house

In my room had 6 girls with their laptops out. All refreshing their emails “oh my goddd I’m soo excited!!” “I know right! I’m literally fucking pissing myself!” Beams Gabbie and kalena “dude I’m think I’m gonna throw up!!” Then it happened “oh my god wait..” I shout. “ ok wait let’s take turns!” Kaylee says “ Alr I’ll open mine first..” the room goes silent. As I open the email sent by UConn “We would like to congratulate you-“ the whole room, erupts into screams and congratulations, “Alr Kaylees turn!!” I shout, as she opens it. We all erupt into more screams. As Kaylee and I hug I say “we’re going to go to college together!!” “I think I’m crying!” We beam.

soon we find out every single one of us gets accepted into UConn we all scream and hug eventually start crying!

But little did I know Paige also got accepted..

First day on campus

All the single ladies✌️🤍

Y/n

soo are we meeting up orrr??..

kay slay

sure at library?

ken doll

if I find it😭

y/n

facts lmao ✌️

As the rest of the group agrees I start walking to the library. As I’m walking I see a face I do NOT want to see

Paige.

I froze.

just staring

then she spots me.

‘Omg why did I have a look like a creep especially to my bully’ I thought

not knowing what to do I just walked past her. Just a simple brush. I felt her stare lingering on me, so I walked a bit faster then soon saw my bffs, then I felt foot steps behind me. I give my friend group the flash of my wide eye look to signal who is behind me, they got the message quickly and got behind me immediately, when I get in front of the group quickly saying thank you. After we found a nice corner and relaxed right before I was about to speak I heard a boys voice “uh has anyone ever told you that your really really umm pretty?..” the boys says “um Yea something like that..!” I say flustered “is it possible that I can get your number??” “Uhh..” I look at my friends and they’re all nodding, “s-sure!” as I’m typing in my number I see Paige from the corner of my eye, looking surprised to see me with a boy “ hey whacha doin?” Paige asked “ Oh nothing, just getting this cute girl’s number.” “ Dude you have to be kidding me you call this girl cute? if anything she’s a slut.” Paige laughs before anybody can say anything we had to go to class and somehow she was in my class and we had an assigned seats. Guess who I was sitting next to Paige

Monday

I’m walking to class then I see the uconn women’s basketball team as soon as I’m about to turn away I hear someone call my name and I turn around and I see paige looking at me “ bro, why are you always have to dress pretty let me guess it’s because you probably want to impress a boy, huh?” Paige says snatching my book out of my hands. “ What no why would you assume that?” I ask. “ oh somebody’s getting feisty. come on princess we all know you’re seeing some guy. And probably knocking him up at night!” “ first off I’m not second can you give me my book back? I need that for my next class.” I ask a little frustrated. “Oh oh! Look at little fireball over here she’s getting upset because of a book, let me see what this book is even about..chemistry. Really? I thought you were more interesting than that.” She laughs and her team laughs with her (I’m really sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable in any way! The team would definitely not act like this I remembered this is just for the sake of the book!) “ dude just give me back my book” I usually never yell unless I’m very upset and in this case, I was very upset. “ What are you gonna do if I don’t huh? She’s probably gonna go cry to her mommy and friends.!” She laughs again and this time I push her to try to make her drop my book “ wow now we’re getting physical, but don’t worry we can get physical..” with that she pushes me and poured water on my head. “Oh. My. God..” I looked like a wet mess.. and Paige was over there laughing about it..

Tuesday

during lunch I was enjoying my sandwich (ham and cheese if you want to be specific) and I was getting thirsty, so I needed water. I told the table I’ll be back real quick and left. As I was feeling that my water, I felt someone behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to see who it was cause I already knew. “ you thirsty, huh?” “Y-yea I mean, that’s why I’m here, right?” “ well don’t she need food to go with that?” “Yeah I have some why?” What’s that? She pours a whole tray of food on my head (I’m honestly cringing I’m so sorry!😭) “OH MY GOD PAIGE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL” “what I thought you were still hungry?” “I MEAN NOT ANY MORE” I look up to see people giggling and laughing..

Wednesday

Today I have made it my mission to avoid Paige maybe I made some arrangements with the seats, but it isn’t gonna hurt anyone! As I was In my dorm with Kaylee and Kendall, kaylees face lights up with shock as she looks at her phone “what? What happened?” I ask out of curiosity still shocked she gives me her phone, and I see an tweet from Paige saying “did Yall hear that y/n literally got drunk last night and hooked up with 2 guys? Crazyy” my face goes white. “What? I was literally at the library studying for my exam last night?” I say about to cry. I checked my messages and already saw people and students criticizing me for “hooking up with two guys”..

Thursday

I honestly didn’t wanna show my face with all that today, so I just stayed by my best friends and was wearing a pink hoodie with a flower on the back and leggings as soon as I walked in the hallway I already felt stares on me “don’t think about them okay?” Gabbie says “I’ll try.” I say, out of no where someone goes “how where they in bed?” Almost the whole hallway burst out in laughter. I shake my head and keep my head down and keep walking. when I get to to class (early) I am met with a note on my desk “hope your time last night was good! -PB” I just stared at it for a moment, then crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. I sat down. I thought it was over until I felt a sticky substance go through my leggings… I get up quickly to see glue on my chair I quickly wipe the glue off my chair with tissues I got from the girls bathroom and I come back to see Paige, kk, and ice laughing… after class Mr. Wilson wanted to see me. “ so y/n I’m sorry to say, but this last week your grade have been dropping..” (felt too lazy to write a whole note of section for this)

Friday

Usually this was my favorite day of the week, but not today… I didn’t feel like talking all day today and I really hope I don’t run into Paige the day was usual stares, constant teasing, etc. But lunch was my final straw. I was carrying my tray over to my table until a foot, came out in front of me and tripped me spilling my food everywhere and leaving me on the floor. My nose felt runny when I felt it there was blood. Everybody started laughing except for my friends. They helped me up and took me to the nurses office. thank God I didn’t break my nose, but I couldn’t take it anymore so I just signed out for the rest of the day.

as I got back to my dorm I just broke down and had one of the best ideas I’ve had in a while but first I have to text everyone

All the single ladies✌️🤍

Y/n Luv Yall!

Mummy bear

Luv you!

I ran the bath water and when it was ready I got in there with the same clothes I had on all day and submerged myself under the water and blacked out

I woke up feeling kinda weird then I looked around to see all my bffs I groan trying to sit up “OH MY GOD Y/N YOUR AWAKE DOCTOR!” Serena screams I look around closer and see everyone is crying “y/n are you feeling ok??” “Kinda.. what happened?” Kendall jumps up “ AS SOON AS YOU TEXTED US I LOVE YOU. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG SO I CALLED YOU A FEW TIMES YOU DIDN’T PICK UP SO I WENT TO YOUR DOOR AND OPEN THE DOOR AND DIDNT SEE YOU SO I WENT TO YOUR BEDROOM AND I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE EITHER SO I WENT TO YOUR BATHROOM AND THEN I SAW YOU SUBMERGED UNDERWATER IS IT SCARED ME SO MUCH SO I CALLED THE AMBULANCE AND I TOLD EVERYONE WHAT HAPPENED.” “ omg.. I’m so so sorry…” “don’t worry about it now girly it’s ok now..”

The next day at school everyone stared at me for a total different reason. Turns out the school had emailed everyone and told them what happened.. so I just went straight to my locker my stuff and went straight to my classroom. Class was ok and no one bothered me! As I’m walking in the hallway kk come walking towards me “hey girl boo..” “hi?” “Um fuck I can’t believe I’m saying this- but uh Paige is really really sorry About everything and she wants to meet after lunch” “oh uhh-“ “please?” “Fine” I say walking away

After lunch

as I’m waiting for Paige I can’t help but feel nervous.. I don’t think I just- “hey” “oh um hi” “look so I wanted to talk to you about you know um shit- about how sorry I am and I want you to know that I never ever intended to go this far I was just really jealous of your grades and honesty I really like you.. four years I didn’t know how to approach so I just took it by making you feel the worst all the time and I’m sorry I know you’ll probably never forgive me but-“ “no it’s fine I forgive you” “wait really?” “Yea and plus I kinda like you too..” “c’mere baby!” She kisses me softly and sweet my hand finds here neck and her hand finds my waist “your so cute” she mumbles in my mouth “I love you” I love you too my love”

note:AHHHH FIRST BOOK DOWN!!

[chuuyasheaven]

♡ Addicted to your kisses ♡

♡ Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, making out, pet names, praising, soft sex??, desk fucking??, idk what's acc happening rn, Reader distracting Dazai, p/without any/p? , might contain grammar errors, rushed drabble, cringe, etc.

♡ Notes: NEW FORMAT ?!?! But also srry for disappearing, school's already making me want to kms

Dazai had a lot to do this week, there were a ridiculous amount of documents and reports which had to be filled. He also didn't take a lot of breaks during all this, and the worst thing of all? Not being able to be around you. Not being around your sweet touches, your sweet voice and most of all, your addictive kisses. But it's probably better this way, he may be locked in his room at all times but atleast he's not getting distracted!

When you first found out, you were glad that he was catching up on stuff, but now it has been almost two days since you last been with him. Hell, you even started to get worried, so why not check up on him? Just a quick peak and small talk and then leave him be? That was your original plan, trying not to get him overwork himself, which started off innocently. . Until you kissed him. It was just a quick kiss on the forehead, how did it escalate to this?!

"S–shit, i missed you so much, 'donna.", Dazai panted between kisses, while you were just eager for his lips to touch yours again. From this one kiss, it all started from one innocent kiss for most of the paperwork to lay on the floor and you sitting on his desk, with your arms around his neck as he made out with you passionately. You were so deep into it that even his tongue entered your mouth, fighting for dominance even though you're submitting to him. Dazai's hands are now on your waist, holding you close to him. "Did you miss me too?"

"Yes, i did. . a lot, 'Samu.", you answered his question, just the way he wanted it. "Your kisses are so addictive, darling, i just can't stop after one.", he explained while looking you in the eyes lovingly. You needed him so bad, it was even a joke anymore, and trust me, he could tell. "You want more, love?", he asked, you nodded once more, eagerly and excitedly. Dazai only smirked and slid of your pants, leaving you in your panties. He then unbuckles his own belt. You could see his obvious boner, getting more excited yourself.

Dazai just took out his dick and pushed your panties impatiently to the side, sliding into you immediately. When he was in fully, you let out a quiet whimper. After waiting for a few seconds for you to adjust, you gave him the sign to start. Dazai moved his hips slowly first, already groaning in pleasure while your whimpers turned into moans. His hands were still on your hips, his head now on your shoulder trying to stay quiet. "You feel so good, f–fuck. .", he grunted softly into your ear, only getting you wetter. Dazai's thrusts got faster as this went on, he himself started to whimper slowly.

"You're s–so pretty, I can't–,", Dazai started, getting cut off by his cock twitching so good inside you, that it he had to take a deep breath to continue. Dazai giggled drunkenly before continuing his sentence. "I c–can't control myself. But you like it, don't you? You l–like the way you have me wrapped around fingers so easily.", You arched your back as he trusted into you deep, letting out a slutty moan during it. "Y–you're such a good girl, I love you so m–much.", he whimpered softly, twitching a second time.

The skin slapping in the room got louder and sloppier, meaning that you and Dazai got closer to your orgasm. You placed your legs around his waist, resulting into him going even deeper than before. "D–dazai,", you whimper loud enough for him to hear. "Y–yes, my love?", he asked while lifting his head from your shoulder, smiling drunkenly at you, very slight drool rolling down the corner of his mouth. "C–can I get a kiss, p–please?", he just leaned in, kissing you again. As his lips smashed against yours, your back arched again. Dazai twitched once more before cumming inside you, both of moaning into the kiss while you came with him at the same time.

Letting go of the kiss, you tried catching your breath and Dazai pulled out a few minutes later, sitting down back onto his chair and leaving you still on top of his desk. "Did you finish your work, 'Samu?", you asked, while Dazai just laid on your thighs breathing lightly. "Not really,", he stated. "Then go finish it. You know what happens when you don't.", you warned him until you felt his warm breath get closer to your inner thighs. "Relax, darling, let me clean you up first, hm?", before you could protest, Dazai was already breathing towards your cunt's direction.

"—I can't leave you leaking our juices onto my desk, can I, 'donna?"

AHHH I ACC LIKE THIS !! ♡

♡ Random tags:: @soukokulatte, @rxyyyyy, @miloofc !!

[supernova41st]

Could u write a pico x fem reader oneshot where they r both sleeping together and pico happens to wake up from a nightmare and starts having a panic attack bc of it and reader sits there and tries her best to help him through it? Srry this is so specific 😭😭😭

Just a dream

cw: school shooting trauma, nightmares, panic attacks, swearing, angst with happy ending.

A/n: this req is so good omg. Anyways so sorry for the break guys, as I said in a prev post I’ve been gone because I’ve been spending my summer with my family so I took a small break from writing. I’m still on my summer break but I’ll be sure to post more frequently <33

Pico pov:

I remember that day, everynight.

It was the day I realized I was the only one to look out for myself, I had to that day.

I don’t know what took over me, suddenly I had the urge to hurt everyone around me.

I always wonder why, why didn’t she take me with them. Why did my life have to be spared while my friends had to be taken.

I had no one that day, except for myself.

Y/n’s pov:

I woke up to the feeling of a sweaty palm lightly tapping my thigh at a rapid pace. I realized that it must’ve been time to get up, and my dear boyfriend had been waking me up. I groaned as a sat up from my bed, rubbing my eyes to try forcing myself awake. Suddenly, I noticed that the hand that had been tapping me was still going at it.

“Pico?” I whisper laying my hand onto his, my eyes trail from his wrist to his now red face. His breath hitched as I placed my palm on his cheek, feeling how heated his face had been. Picos breathing slowed, as his eyes struggled to open. “Y/n..” He mumbles, tears falling down his freckled cheeks. Pico begins to softly sob, moving his hand to hold mine softly. My heart begins to ache for my love.

I lay against the headboard, bringing Pico up against my chest. My hand moves his hair away from his sweaty face, “shhh, it’s just a dream.” I whisper, combing my fingers through his hair. I turn to grab my phone, checking that the time was 4:39. Fuck, Pico must’ve had a rough dream to him to wake up at this hour. I quickly click my phone off when I hear a whimper leave Pico’s quivering lips. “What’s wrong my love?” I gently ask.

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?” My eyebrows furrowed, worried that I had done something to make him ask this. “Of course not Pico, you know I’ll always love you.” My hand reaches to caress his cheek, wiping some tears from his face. “Why are you asking all of a sudden? Did I do something?” Picos breath suddenly hitches, he sits up from my chest. “No no, it’s not that. I’m sorry that I’m making you feel shitty it’s just-..” Pico blurts out all at once. “I.. I just keep losing so many people in my life. Even after the shooting, I dated this guy. And I was in such a fucking terrible place before I dated him, so I was just.. so in love” His voice then begins to breakdown, as more tears form in his silver eyes. “And then I fucked up again, and I lost him too” his head falls into my shoulder, as sobs leave his lips again.

My hand reaches his head, petting his head. “Pico.. can you look at me please?” I wipe some dry tears from his cheek, then lifting his chin up for him to face me. “I know you’ve been through a lot but I need you to know that I’m always here for you, my love.” I reassured, kissing him on his forehead. “Nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you.” I smile, then leaning my head against his shoulder. “Wanna cuddle? Just to get your mind off of it?”

Picos eyes lighten at the question, “Yes, please” he says immediately, nodding. He places his cheek against the pillow, as I do the same. We both tangled our arms and legs together. I snuggled into his chest, as I closed my eyes, hearing my boyfriend’s heart slow.

‘I promise I’ll always love you.’

[storm-angel989]

Hi I rlly like stories!! Ur an amazing writer and I love all your stuff:) I’m not exactly sure if I’m doing this right but I’d like to request something if your ok with it ofc! Can I have a Vox x daughter Reader where she has to tell the vees that she’s bisexual ( it doesn’t have to be bisexual, I just chose that bc I am :) whatever ur comfortable with! ) and she’s rlly scared bc she doesn’t know if they will support her. Srry if this is bad! You totally don’t have to do this if you don’t want too! I love your work❤️

Hi there,

Thank you so so so much! I’ve touched on the topic of coming out in several different stories. If you check out my master list, you’ll find the following stories:

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Daddy, I like girls) 

Vox x Teenage Daughter (Dad, I like girls) 

However, I haven’t written on specifically for a bisexual reader, so see below! Velvette and Vox’s daughter, coming out to her parents. Enjoy!

<3 Mandy 

I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling, counting the few glow in the dark stars that remained stuck firmly above where I slept. I think it was my Uncle Valentino who put them up. I sighed and rolled over as I pulled my head over my pillow. Uncle Val. He was the first person I talked to and the one who suggested I talk to my Dad. 

Bebita, you can like both boys and girls. There is nothing wrong with that, Uncle Valentino had said. You’re not confused. Sexually is a spectrum, mi amore. There is no right or wrong. Your Mom and Dad love you, no matter who you love. I promise

Still, despite his reassurances, I was dreading that conversation. As Uncle Valentino escorted me back to our flat, I made him promise he would be there to support me when I came out to my parents. With a kiss on the forehead, he promised that not only would he be there, but it would all be okay. 

“Hey baby? Dinner is ready,” my father’s voice floated down the hallway. 

Reluctantly, I sat up and swung my feet over my bed as I trudged my way out to the kitchen. I slid into my seat and my Uncle Valentino reached over and patted me on the head.

“Bebita princessa, mi amore. Before we eat, let's talk, yes?” He prodded gently. “I told you parents that you have something very important to share with us.” 

I swallowed as the fear knotted in my stomach.

“Come on baby, what is it?” Velvette asked. “Spill, what’s on your mind?”

“You know you can talk to us,” Vox added. 

I took a deep breath and my Uncle Valentino gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. 

“Mom, Dad. I think I’m bisexual,” I said softly. 

Silence over the table. I allowed myself to look up. Vox and Velvette stared at me with confusion. 

“And…?” Vox prodded. “And…you failed your science test? You need help in math?”

“Someone is bullying you? Give me the names, I’ll handle it,” Velvette added. 

I shook my head. “No…just, I think I’m bisexual. I sort of had a crush on a girl and we kissed. But also, like, I really liked my last boyfriend?” 

“Okay,”  Vox said slowly. 

“Sweetheart, we love you no matter who you love,” Velvette said as she walked over. She pulled me into a hug and I hugged her back. “Your father and I aren't exactly straight ourselves.” 

“You’re not upset?” I asked anxiously. “I thought for sure…”

“Babe. Have you met your Uncle Valentino?” Vox asked as he glanced at Valentino. “He’s the definition of…”

“Alright,” Valentino interrupted. “See bebita? I told you your parents would love you no matter what. Now, Vox. Pass the potatoes. I’m starving.”

[redactahoe]

even more redacted headcanons

i am losing my mind :D

this is just my opinion none of this is canon this is all for shits in giggles and i will infact repeat myself for previous headcanon post srry this is also only somewhat orginized and super unedited

ever person in the shaw pack has/had a crush on darlin

darlin has been voted as the 'hottest person in the pack as well

babe is classically trained in piano and viola and one day dreams to own they're own grand piano don't worry davids rich ass may or may not be planning this as a wedding gift for them

playing off that last point babe hates it when people after finding out they can play, start demanding not asking no demanding them to play something. everytime this happens (which isn't often at least with the shaw pack that is) asher has to physically hold his mate back from violently shoving they're viola bow up the assholes... asshole

instead of hush just waiting at docs apartment for them to come home from work, he would rather creepily sit with his knees to chest in an extra spinney chair in the corner of docs office. like he'll act 'normal' when its just him and doc, but if someone comes in for any reason hell stop talking and just watch them

mentor actually isn't that nice to they're coworkers but when they first saw ollie they were smitten, like ollie is the only person they talked to outside of work stuff. they were not there for water cooler small talk😭but for ollie they would do anything

on that same not i am a firm believer in james spouse being stoned faced with everyone except james and the hand full friends that they have

asset loves listening and asking questions to anton or james talk about their respective spouses

anton has been slowly building up a collection of shiny rocks hes either fond or bought so when he finally gets to go home to his partner and give to them

david is actually besties with babe because their both people who see Asher on a consistent bases and therefore meet up every other week discussing the various type of shenanigans asher gets into

darlin and brights have a bone room in sam and darlin's house.... let me explain, so it is of my firm belief that 90% of the shaw pack is neurodivergent and darlin is not exempt from that. bright also has some vague form of neurodivergent that bright refuses to anyone and this all comminates into both of them coincidently having the same special interests in bones and animals in general. and since sam (according to asher) owns this big ass cabin in the middle of the woods, it was perfect. and bright didnt have the bone room is because they had a small enough collection to keep in their room at sams place. that is until darlin moved and pulled up with their extensive collecting that they've had since the age of 10 and sam was very willing to put one of those 'guest room' nobody uses them bright happen to be there the day darlin and sam were able to get the aforementioned bone collection home form storage and they lost there collective mind with excitement. and sam got watch with this fond and loving twinkle as bright and darlin ramble and trade facts about animals and their bones (and darlin got to teach bright how to properly clean bones it was adorable)(ok ill shut up about this)

angel loves to recreate outfits from many types of videogames and tv show and uses packmembers (read as: tank and asher) as mannequins.

going off that last point(again) david loves listening to angel ramble about they're latest project and intentionally searched and bought a house with alot of big ass closets so angel can hang up all of the finished ones and store all of the stuff they need to make

ftm!guy is rarely ever dysphoric b/c while honey isnt the greatest at expressing their emotions they are incredibly attentive with guy and his needs and wants so this means that honey is always checking in on him. not only that but early on when they were just roommates that one other girl's boyfriend that they were rooming with (i forgot her name) made an off handed/gross comment about guy and honey literally kicked his ass out. like they picked he disgusting ass up and threw him out of the fucking apartment.... guy still laughs about to this day.

i fully believe that the damn polycule does and should include laskos listener (dear) and they can infact dom anyone

all of the de(a)mons can infact purr but gavin and caluem are most open about that fact.

lovely didnt grow up or live the riches life so when they started to dating vincent they had hard time excepting all of Vincent and williams expansive gifts all the while Vincent love langue is gift giving

lovley loves music so much. like its the hyperfixation, anything to do with music and i mean anything lovely could probaly tell you about. and much to willams delight that means he now has someone to talk about music and art from his time peroid (hes over 500 y/o yall) and them knowing exactly what theyre talking about

despite the fact that alot of people will say that lovely is William's fave, its actually untrue. williams favorite is actually darlin, i know i know but stick with me here. i think alot of the clan members to tend to question or disagree with william because hes their king but darlin is very diffrent. i think that once they start attending clan meetings the kinda behave like they're at pack meeting b/c its essentially the same thing. so theyre always asking questions, giving suggestions and even calling william out when he sometimes gets things wrongs. and william loves this, he loves how engaged they are and recognizes that thats just how darlin shows that not only do they care but that theyre listening. hell he'll even tell someone (even if sam has alredy told them the stfu) that trys to rudely interrupt darlin with " YoU SHoUlDnT iNtErRuPt ThE kInG!" to stfu if you dont have anything meaningful to contribute

everyone(excluding like a handful of people) in the both shaw pack and the solaire pack is kinda protective of babe and angel. and its not just because they're both humans its mostly because both of the are humans that treat others as humans. let me explain, so in empowered society ive noticed that vampires and shifter are treated differently form other empowered people. its really supple but anyways both angel an babe see no reason to interact with vampires and shifters any differently from how they would interact with any other person and most of them really appreciate that. people tend to talk to shifters like they're animals of some kind and people tend to act like all vamps have no control over theyre impulses and hunger and when both are asked angel tells the person that no matter what kind of magic got, it doesnt matter. because at the end of the day they all are/were human. with babe youll get similar answer but they'll tack on that its important for everybody to remember that they are people, human of not people are flawed and will make mistake. and trying to pretend that your above/below feelings and flaws is very bad for ones mental health. and thats how alot of older generations of shifter/vamp end up living in the middle of bumfuck no where, borderline insane and very lonely

welp thats it for know

thx for reading sorry if i forget any tags

[femalestyles]

stunt (h.s.)

this formatted way better on wattpad, srry about that!

masterlist

TW: alcohol, drugs

wc: ~5.7k

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25: nashville, tn

“I look ridiculous,” My voice echoes in the back of the car as I tug uselessly at the bottom of my dress, as if covering an extra inch of skin is going to cover anything. It was so short, I could hardly sit in the car without worrying I would flash the driver.  

Within thirty minutes, Harper had marched me straight from the venue back to the hotel and put me through what could only be described as a full-blown makeover. 

Now, crammed into the cab’s back seat, I was squeezed into a dress that could hardly be called one. It was a sheer black mesh that clung to every inch of my body. Underneath, the only thing providing any actual coverage was a tiny black bandeau and a matching mini skirt. The top cut straight across my chest, leaving little to the imagination, while the skirt barely grazed the tops of my thighs.

As if that weren’t enough, Harper had insisted on the heels — thin, strappy black stilettos. I wobbled with every step through the hotel lobby, clutching Harper's arm like my life depended on it, earning a few amused looks from hotel staff we breezed past.

And that was just the outfit.

Harper had taken one look at my makeup from earlier and immediately made me take it off. She curled my hair so it tumbled in effortless waves down my back. She lined my eyes in deep, sharp wings, glued on thick false lashes that made my eyes look twice as wide, and finished with a swipe of dark, crimson lipstick.

She added the final touch: a pair of thick gold hoop earrings, just big enough to be flirty, without tipping into full trashy territory.

Now, beside me in the cab, Harper looked every bit the bombshell she was. She wore a shimmering silver halter top that plunged dangerously low. Paired with a black leather mini skirt and black knee-high boots, her blonde hair was slicked back into a tight bun. Sparkly earrings dangled from each ear, reflecting with the headlights of every passing car.

“Yeah,” she smirks. “Ridiculously sexy.”

I roll my eyes, nervously playing with the ends of my hair. I wasn’t sure if sexy was the word, but I definitely looked different. Maybe I would be feeling myself after a few more shots.

“We’re going to be freezing,” I point out, gesturing out the window at all the sensible people wearing layers. Nashville didn’t usually get more than a dusting of snow in the winter, but the weather still dipped. Everyone on the streets were not half as exposed as we were. 

“No, we won’t be.” Harper shakes her head, reaching into her glittery clutch to dig out her lip gloss. She twisted off the cap and popped open the camera on her phone, handing it to me to hold steady while she reapplied. I have to hand it to her. Not only does she look good, she knows she looks good. She tapped the tip of my nose with her finger, grinning. "We’re gonna have liquor jackets."

A small laugh leaves my lips as I shake my head, handing her phone back to her when she finished. I took out my own phone, checking to make sure my own lipstick was still in place. 

“I wish I wasn’t stone cold sober right now.” I groan, feeling the nerves bundle up in my stomach. As if she’d been waiting for this exact moment, Harper digs into her purse. She pulls out two tiny shooters of vodka, one in each hand, the little plastic bottles gleaming in the dim light of the cab. My eyes widen in surprise as I glance between her and the cab driver, trying to gauge whether he’s noticed what’s going on. He doesn’t seem to notice, or care, listening to something in his headphones as he navigates the busy city streets. 

"Where did you get those?" I ask, incredulous, but Harper simply shrugs.

"Swiped them from the mini bar," she says nonchalantly, popping off the caps with a smirk. She hands me one of the bottles, her grin wide and playful. "You’re going to need some liquid courage if you’re planning on finding a man tonight."

She raises the bottle in a mock toast, clinking it lightly against mine. I watch as she tips her head back, the smooth arc of her neck exposed, and throws the shot back in one swift motion. I follow suit, crinkling my nose at the burn. It didn’t matter how many time I did it, I would never be good at taking shots. 

When the burn fades slightly, it seems to transfer from my throat to my face as I remember our discussion back in the hotel room before we headed out for the night.

I was sitting on the closed toilet seat, watching Harper’s face as she applied my eyeliner with precise concentration. I remember the way she’d leaned back after finishing, giving me a once-over before nodding in approval.

“Fuck, you look good,” she’d said, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Tonight, you’re finding a man. And you’re bringing him back to the hotel."

She paused for a second, stepped out, and returned with something in her hand. She shoved it into my palm, and I immediately recognized the familiar plastic-wrapped shape. My face flared bright red when I realized what it was.

"Why are you giving me a condom?" I asked. Even though I knew it was a dumb question, I had to ask.

"In case he doesn’t have one," Harper had answered. She frowned as if I should’ve already known this. "Men are stupid, Jules. You have to be prepared."

As I sit in the back of the cab, my hand reaches into my purse and I can feel the familiar plastic square tucked away, and I wonder whether it will actually be used tonight. 

Before I can respond to her comment, the car jerks to a sudden stop. Both of us grab the seat in front of us to brace ourselves, the driver mumbling some half assed apology. Harper, as usual, doesn’t even flinch. She hands him a few bills and practically shoves me out of the cab before I can say a word.

I stumble onto the sidewalk, immediately regretting my outfit choice. The cold air nips at my arms, drawing goosebumps to the surface. I pull my arms around myself, instinctively trying to shield my exposed skin, my dress doing little to protect me. My heels sink into the concrete, and I take a deep breath, steadying myself as I glance up at the venue. The building is tall and imposing, the lights from inside casting faint glows onto the street.

There’s a line wrapped half way around the building, filled with girls in similar outfits. The boys are luckier, dressed in warmer clothing, prepared for the cold. At the front of the line, two burly men stand in front of the doors, one checking IDs while the other waves a wand over the bodies of each patron.

My stomach tightens, dread filling my chest. “We’re going to be out here forever,” I groan, hunching my shoulders against the cold as I look at Harper. She catches my eye, giving me a look of complete confusion. 

"We’re not waiting in line," she says, her voice full of the certainty. Reaching for my arm, she tugs me forward, her walk purposeful as we head straight toward the two men at the front of the line.

The bouncer doesn’t even look up as we approach. Harper barely glances at him before she speaks. “Hi, we’re here with the band. Mirage. They should be inside.”

The bouncer doesn't even flinch, barely acknowledging her as he nods at the two guys who’ve just shown their IDs. They slip past him, mumbling a “thank you” as they enter the club. I can see Harper’s frustration building, her posture stiffening. She stands there for a second, watching the bouncer’s indifference with a look of disbelief. Then, she huffs, crosses her arms, and steps forward again.

“Yeah, you and everyone else,” he gestures to the long line, and I realize what’s going on. He thinks we’re groupies, fans of the band trying to get close to them. I’m already starting to walk away, resigned to the fact that we are going to have to wait in line with everyone else, when Harper speaks up again.

“No, you don’t understand. My boyfriend is in the band.” She sounds a little too calm for someone who's clearly about to snap, but Harper isn’t used to being denied. 

The bouncer looks her up and down slowly, then laughs lightly under his breath, shaking his head. He doesn’t even offer a response, just a dismissive gesture towards the line of people behind us.

When he doesn’t bother to respond, making it clear he isn’t falling for it, Harper steps away. She whips her phone out, putting it to her ear. After a few seconds, she shoves it back into her purse with an exaggerated sigh, and grabs my hand. I shift awkwardly in my heels as she tugs us back to the bouncer, who continues to ignore us. 

“It’s okay, Harper, we can just—” I start, trying to calm the rising tension, but I don’t get the chance to finish. The moment I open my mouth, the door to the club swings wide, and out steps Louis.

He doesn’t even spare a second before frowning at the sight of Harper, who’s clearly irritated, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. He glances at the bouncer and says something too quiet for me to catch, his hand sweeping in our direction. The bouncer, who had been ignoring us only moments ago, now turns back to look at us with a new expression, something a bit more attentive. He gives us a brief once-over, then turns back to Louis with a nod, his eyes narrowing in acknowledgement.

Without a word, the bouncer steps aside and lifts the velvet rope that had been barring our way just a second ago. He doesn’t even bother to check our IDs. Instead, he gestures us inside, a silent command that makes my pulse quicken with relief. Harper, who’s still visibly annoyed, shoots the bouncer a sharp glare, her lips curling slightly in disdain. But as soon as she passes him, the icy edge to her demeanor softens, and by the time she reaches Louis, a faint smile plays across her face.

Any complaints from the people waiting behind us falter in exchange for an eruption of sound. The moment Louis steps into view, he’s greeted by a chorus of screams and cheers. He waves with a casual, nonchalant gesture, the grin on his face widening as if he's used to the fanfare. He quickly ushers Harper and me forward, hustling us through the open club door.

The second the door shuts behind us, we enter a whole new atmosphere. The music’s pulse is thunderous, vibrating in my chest and shaking the floor beneath me. The heat in the room intensifies by a few degrees, the dense humidity of bodies packed close together mixing with the heavy, intoxicating scent of liquor and sweat. The bass is so deep it reverberates in my bones, and I can almost feel my teeth chatter as we move further into the club.

The room is bathed in a deep, shadowy blue light, the flicker of neon strobes cutting through the darkness in rhythmic bursts. The laser lights cut across the air, bright green and purple lines darting through the haze. Clouds of vapor occasionally whoosh through the air, making the whole place feel like it's filled with mist. Every step we take, the air gets thicker.

The center of the room contains a large dancefloor, a chaotic sea of bodies pressed tightly together, swaying and grinding to the beat of the music. Some are lost in the rhythm, their arms raised, eyes shut, while others are far more intimate, their lips locked and their limbs tangled. 

At the front of the room, there’s a DJ booth, perched high above the dancefloor, where a guy is hunched over a mixtrack, sunglasses firmly in place, despite the darkness around him. The volume of the music rises and falls with each turn of the dial, and the crowd is frenzied for it. Across the room, I can barely make out the outline of a bar, glowing softly in shades of purple and pink. The bottles behind the counter are illuminated. The edges of the space are elevated, almost like a second level, which wraps around the room in a half circle, giving a view of the entire floor below. A handful of booths sit roped off around the perimeter, each one more private.

Louis leads us up a few steps, a bouncer immediately allowing access this time. We pass by several booths on our way, each one filled with groups of people. There’s one with a group of college-aged girls who are practically hanging off a guy who looks too old to be here. Another booth houses a few older couples, probably in their forties or fifties, their faces flushed from the alcohol.

Finally, we reach a booth nestled near the back, where the four others are already sprawled out. There’s Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Austin, each one lounging back into the plush seating, their eyes lighting up the moment they see Louis approach.

“Alright, we made it,” Louis announces with a grin, sliding into the booth. “Have a seat, ladies.” 

Niall immediately greets us, clearly pleased that we actually came.

“You look hot,” he comments, smirking as he gives me the up and down. 

I roll my eyes, but despite myself, my cheeks flush a deep shade of pink. I quickly glance away, trying to mask my embarrassment, but the warmth creeping up my neck betrays me. I wave at Zayn and Austin, both of whom return the gesture with friendly smiles. I sink into the booth next to Harper, who’s already laughing at something Louis whispers in her ear, but then my gaze finally lands on Harry.

He’s sitting at the far end of the booth, leaning back casually, still dressed in his concert clothes. He meets my eyes for a moment, and there’s no sign of the concern that had been etched into his face earlier. Instead, there’s something else there. He takes a deliberate sip from his glass, the amber liquid swirling around in the lowball as his eyes roam slowly over me. He doesn’t try to hide it. In fact, he makes no effort to conceal his gaze, and that makes me blush even harder. 

Just as I’m starting to squirm under his scrutiny, two girls approach the table, both of them dressed in tight black and white unitards, fishnets climbing up their legs, and heels clicking loudly against the floor. They each hold a bottle of liquor in one hand, sparklers lit and twinkling in the other. 

Without a word, the black-haired one pops the top off the first bottle, the sound loud and celebratory, before she grabs a tray of shot glasses and begins filling them. The other girl follows suit, popping the second bottle open with a flourish. 

The black-haired one leans down toward me, her breath warm against my neck as she asks in a sultry voice, “Tequila or vodka, honey?”

I don’t hesitate. “Vodka,” I reply quickly. She nods with a wink, then moves on to the next person. The other girl does the same, moving around the table until each of us has a shot. Niall hands the girls a wad of cash, then offers them a shot of their own. After the exchange, he holds his shot glass up high, looking around the group.

“We’re legendary,” Niall shouts, his voice carrying over the music. With that, we all clink our glasses together in the middle of the table with a cheers.

When the girls finish with us, they disappear back into the crowd, leaving us with the bottles. The guys exchange knowing looks, their eyes lingering on Harper and me, and it’s clear her and I have some catching up to do.

Zayn pulls out a small container of Altoids, holding it out to Harper and I and flipping the lid open. There’s small white pills in there, but they’re definitely not mints. 

I catch a glimpse of them and feel my pulse quicken. Harper notices at the same time, her lips curving into a mischievous grin as she eyes the contents.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she says, reaching for one. She pops it in her mouth, turning her head toward me with her tongue sticking out to show me the pill sitting there.

“Molly,” she says nonchalantly before swallowing it down with a small swig of vodka.

“Jules?” Zayn asks, but I shake my head.

“No thanks,” I smile, looking back towards the table. “I will do another shot though.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Niall is already filling another shot for both of us. I rise to meet him where he stands, the hem of my dress inching up just a bit too high, exposing more skin than I’d intended. He checks with the others, but when no one else seems interested in a drink, he links arms with me and gives a nod before we both down the shots together. 

Without looking across the table, I know Harry is watching me. It’s like a second sense that I have now, for when his eyes are on me. 

I don’t bother fixing the dress. Instead, I let the alcohol settle deeper into my system, that familiar warmth spreading from the tips of my fingers to my toes. 

We spend the next half hour sitting together, laughing, cracking jokes, and knocking back drinks with an easy rhythm. I carefully avoid Harry’s stare, refusing to acknowledge the growing warmth in my stomach when he looks at me like that.

“I love this song!” Harper screams, her voice barely audible over the pounding music. I have to strain to hear the lyrics, but once I catch the familiar opening notes, I realize It’s I Don’t Care, I Love It by Icona Pop. 

Suddenly, Harper jumps up from the table, practically bouncing on her heels, her face alight. Before I can react, she’s yanking me to my feet. I sway a little, not just from the booze but from the heels I’m wearing, my body unsteady as I try to regain my balance.

“We’re going dancing!” Harper announces to the table. She doesn’t wait for any kind of confirmation, slipping past me, her grip on my hand tight. I try to steady myself, but it’s hard when everything feels like it’s tilting on its axis. 

As we push through the crowd, the vibrations rumble through my chest, amplifying the pounding of my heart. The bouncer at the entrance of the dance floor steps aside, granting us access to the main floor. Bodies move around us, bumping together from all sides. It sends me shifting back and forth, like I’m caught in a current, but Harper’s hold on me stays firm, refusing to let me be swept away. 

Once we’re far enough in, she turns back to face me, her eyes wild. She throws her arms in the air and starts swaying her body to the music, her movements loose and free. “I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn!” she yells out, the words cutting through the music as she spins.

I stand there for a second, feeling a warmth crawl through my veins. The alcohol is starting to take over, and everything feels more vivid. I close my eyes, letting the music fill my chest, letting my body move without thinking. I want to remember this feeling forever. 

When I open my eyes again, I find Harper watching me, a broad smile spreading across her face. She reaches forward, grabs my cheeks with both hands, pulling me in close until we’re inches apart. Her breath is warm against my skin, and I can smell the faint scent of vodka on her lips. 

Up close, I can see her pupils are huge, almost completely swallowed by black, and I realize what’s happening. The ecstasy is kicking in, and it’s doing more than just amplifying the music for her. She looks like she’s floating, untethered from reality.

“If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would kiss you right now,” she giggles, her voice low and playful, a hint of mischief in the way her words tumble out.

“Boyfriend?” I scream, grabbing her wrists that hold my face. Her smirk only deepens, the gleam in her eyes growing more intense as the music shifts. The song fades into something slower as the seductive notes of The Weeknd fill the air.

Before I can fully process what’s happening, Harper spins me around, her hands firmly grasping my waist. My back presses flush against the front of her body, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. My breath catches in my throat, and my mind goes briefly blank as she steadies me, guiding my movements with ease.

“What are you—?” I start to ask, but the sentence never finishes. Harper doesn’t let me. She tugs at my hair, pulling it back over my shoulder, exposing the vulnerable curve of my neck. Her breath fans against my skin, warm and heavy, as she leans in closer, her lips just brushing the side of my ear.

“Follow my lead,” she slurs softly, her fingertips pressing lightly into my hips, coaxing me to move with her. Her body presses harder into mine, guiding me through the slow, sensual rhythm of the song.

She flicks her head towards the booth, and I turn my head. “We have an audience,” she whispers.

My eyes follow the direction Harper’s gaze is fixed on, and I can feel anticipation clawing at my chest. The booth is crowded, a mix of familiar faces and unfamiliar ones. Niall, Zayn, and Austin are surrounded by a few girls—fans, most likely—chatting away with them, but that's not what she’s talking about. My attention draws to Louis, sitting on one side of the booth, his eyes locked on Harper as he follows her every move.

But what makes my pulse spike is Harry, on other side of the booth. He’s leaning back, one arm casually draped over the back of the cushioned seat. He’s not engaging with the girl trying to speak to him, nor is he even pretending to listen. No, his gaze is firmly fixed on me, sharp and unwavering.

I can feel the weight of his stare from across the room. It’s like a slow burn that begins at the base of my spine and travels upward, spreading a heat across my skin. I finally understand what Harper meant when she said we had their attention. It’s not just Harry—there’s a subtle but undeniable shift in the air. A handful of other men in the room are watching too, their eyes lingering on me as I press my body up against Harper’s, each movement drawing them in more. If I wasn’t feeling myself before, I sure as hell am now.

A warmth floods my gut, not just from the attention, but from the touch of Harper’s hand sliding up the side of my body, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my waist. I feel her fingers trace along the curve of my outer thigh, brushing just beneath the hem of my dress, dipping slightly under it. Her touch is warm, and it emboldens me, making my pulse quicken. 

In return, I drag my own hands up the front of my body, making sure every movement is deliberate. Slowly, almost teasingly, my fingers trail up over the fabric of my dress, grazing over my breasts. I don’t break my gaze from Harry. Even across the crowded space, the heat from his eyes feels like it’s singeing me. I swear I can almost see the subtle twitch in his jaw, the muscle in his neck tightening.

I feel a rush of satisfaction, a smirk curling on my lips as I flip around to face Harper.

Our eyes lock for the briefest of seconds, both of us aware of the game we’re playing. It’s a shared moment of victory, of knowing that we’ve got their attention exactly where we want it.

My hands move instinctively to her chest, pressing lightly against her soft fabric. I drag them down slowly, feeling the slow build of tension between us as I lower myself into a deep squat, my knees bending. I look up at Harper from my position, my eyes catching hers as I smirk, the thrill of the moment settling in my bones.

Her fingers curl around my wrist, pulling me up on my feet slowly. I don’t need to glance back at Harry anymore; I can feel it. I know I have his attention.

As the song starts to wind down, Harper’s hand slides into my hair, tugging me close so she could murmur in my ear. “I’m going back to the table.” I open my mouth to respond, to tell her I’ll follow, but before I can, her wicked grin spreads across her face.

A remix of Mr. Brightside began to play over the speakers, sparking a whole new flurry of activity. Without warning, she spins me around, a swift motion that leaves me teetering on unsteady heels. My heart leaps into my throat as she gives me a light but firm shove, sending me stumbling forward into the crowded sea of bodies. I’m about to turn, to shout at her for pushing me like that, ask what the hell she’s doing, but the answer comes when a pair of hands catches my fall. 

***

I blink, regaining my balance, and look up at the man in front of me. He’s tall, dark, and impossibly handsome. He’s maybe in his late twenties, with sleek, jet-black hair that falls just perfectly over his forehead. His sharp brown eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach flutter, and he’s dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt, tucked loosely into black pants that fit perfectly. The neon lights from the club reflect off his tanned skin, making him almost glow in the dim haze of the dance floor. His teeth flash as he smiles, and I can’t help but notice how ridiculously good-looking he is.

I stagger slightly again, glancing down where his hands still wrap around my wrists, grounding me, and I immediately try to regain my composure. 

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear lightly, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “You alright there, gorgeous?” He yells over the thrumming bass.

I blush at the closeness, my breath catching in my throat. He pulls away just enough for me to get a close look at him, his face inches from mine.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, trying to laugh it off. “Just bad shoes,” I gesture helplessly to my heels, feeling a little flustered under his gaze.

“Well, if you’re gonna fall for someone tonight, I’m glad it’s me." He smirks, raising an eyebrow.

My stomach flips at his words. His fingers loosen around my wrists slightly, but he doesn’t release me entirely. I’m running through the checklist in my head. Find a stranger, bring him back to the hotel, and jump his bones—step one, done.

"I’m Matteo," he says, flashing a grin that could probably get him anything he wanted. "And you are... stunning."

I can’t help but let out a small snort, shaking my head as I roll my eyes. “That’s not my name,” I quip, playing the role of ‘cool girl’. His grin only widens at my reaction.

He laughs, tilting his head slightly, clearly amused by my resistance. “Well then, are you gonna tell me what it is, or do I have to keep calling you stunning all night?” 

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the booth again. Harper is on Louis’s lap, straddling him as they makeout without a care for anyone around them. Niall is nowhere to be seen. Zayn and Austin are still entertaining some girls, nothing more than flirty exchanges. But it’s Harry who catches my attention. He’s no longer just watching from the corner of the booth; he’s shifted forward, elbows braced on his knees, the muscles in his jaw ticking with every subtle movement I make.

Good. Let him look.

I lean in slightly toward Matteo, feeling a surge of reckless confidence.

"Guess you’ll have to work for it," I murmur, flashing him a sly smile.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Challenge accepted."

Matteo’s hands slide slowly down my sides, his fingers grazing my skin as they move to my hips, tugging me closer to him. The front of my body makes full contact with his, and the warmth of his chest against mine makes me shiver slightly. I slide my hands up his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling myself even closer.

Just like I did with Harper, I begin to move my hips slowly. As the rhythm builds and the tempo picks up, I feel the heat between us intensify. I press even closer to him, my body swaying more urgently now, and Matteo’s hands slip lower, dangerously close to the curve of my lower back as the music moves through me.

Now I’m falling asleep and she’s calling a cab

Matteo dips his head, head disappearing into my neck as we dance. His lips trail along my neck, and for a moment, everything else fades. I lose myself in the sensation of his lips, his hands.

But then, over his shoulder, I catch the movement of someone in my peripheral vision. My heart skips as I glance back toward the booth, my eyes locking onto Harry’s. 

While he’s having a smoke and she’s taking a drag 

I can hardly feel Matteo’s lips on my neck as I move, letting the alcohol dictate the rhythm of my body. Harry’s gaze is unwavering, his body still, almost too still. I can’t quite read the expression on his face; his eyes are dark, but there’s something about the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles are coiled, that makes my pulse race. I try to focus on Matteo again, his lips still grazing my neck, but it’s hard to pull away from Harry’s stare. 

Now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick

Matteo’s hands slide lower, his fingers brushing over the curve of my ass. I tilt my head back, welcoming the cool air on my skin as I glance up at the flashing lights above us, trying to shake the uneasy feeling curling in my gut.

And it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now

Let me go

But even as I try to focus, my mind keeps flicking back to Harry. As Matteo pulls back from my neck, I glance over my shoulder once more, searching for him, but the spot where he was sitting is now empty.

I turn my head quickly, scanning the room, my eyes darting through the crowd, but it’s no use. The sea of bodies is too dense, too fluid, and the alcohol fogging my mind makes everything feel blurry. 

Cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me

They’re taking control

Before I can process the sinking feeling in my stomach, Matteo’s eyes flash in front of my face, lips slightly swollen from where he’s kissed my neck. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the knot that’s forming inside me, and the growing pressure in my chest. Before I can back out, I lean forward, closing the distance between us, and crash my lips against his.

Jealousy

Turning saints into the sea

His lips crash into mine, the kiss urgent and desperate. For a moment, everything else blurs out of existence. We’re just two bodies in a sea of movement, limbs tangled together, swaying to the rhythm of the music that pulses around us. My hands move instinctively, sliding up the back of his neck.

But when my fingers brush through the hair at the back of his head, I feel nothing but a clean fade. No soft brown curls, no wild mess of texture. It sends a wave of disappointment through me. The hair is too short, too stiff, not the one I’m used to, and something inside me twists in response.

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibi

The kiss continues, but it feels different now. The warmth of his body, once intoxicating, now feels off. His hands slide across my skin, but they feel too small. There's no spark as they brush against my bare skin. The roughness of his lips against mine feels foreign. They’re too rough, too chapped, and it all feels wrong. 

But it’s just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

I’m already pulling away, instinctively pushing my hands off of him. And then, as if on cue, an arm snakes around my waist. The pressure of it is firm and possessive, tugging me away from Matteo. I turn, confused and disoriented, but before I can even register the shift, I’m hoisted off my feet. The world spins for a moment as I’m lifted, my body weightless in the air. 

Open up my eager eyes

Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

The music's drop echoes in my ears as the crowd erupts into wild energy around us. I can’t focus on anything but the dizzying sensation of being pulled through the air. My hair swings downward, trailing like a curtain beneath me, and I glimpse it brushing against someone’s back. As my legs dangle, I feel the warmth of their grip against my bare skin. The hand that anchors against my back is familiar, both warm and supple. And the one that presses into the back of my bare thigh?

It sends electricity through my body.

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[kvthgok]

Surprise? | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- none

Summary - Durning a mission you get hurt and try to hide your injury from Miguel

Side note - IM SO SRRY YALL THAT I HAVENT BEEN POSTING LATELY 😭🙏. SOMEWHAT PROOFREAD BTWWWW (ALSO to those who did request ideas I DID read them and am currently writing them 🤍🤍)

It was like any other day in the spider society. Fighting and sending anomalies back to their earths. But things had taken a slight little turn.

You had asked Miguel if you could tag along on a mission with him. It had token some convincing but half of it was just you begging. Miguel didn’t really like the thought of you going on actual tricky missions. He would normally send you on missions to catch the anomalies of the week. But not serious dangerous ones, especially the new anomaly Spot.

As you and Miguel were standing on a building Miguel was going over emergency plans.“Okay kid if anything goes downhill and you open a portal back to HQ immediately. I’ll be fine and finish up the mission myself.” Miguel looked at you trying to reassure you that he would be fine if you needed to leave.

Miguel sighed and then looked at the mission in front of you. “Ok you ready?” He asked you. His tone shifted back to a bit more stern and serious.

Yup!” You Said putting on my mask

The two of guys both put on your mask then swung off the building to the chaos down there.

Skip time after fight (cuz I’m to lazy & suck dookie at writing fight scenes🤭)

Miguel had met back up with you and was checking to make sure you were alright.

“You alright kid?” Miguel said having a tiny hint of concern in his voice.

He was about to say something else but stopped himself. He didn’t want to seem to over protective.

“The mission was a success. Good job kid.” Miguel said instead with a slight proud smile

He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah you alright kid? You didn’t get injured out there right?” He didn’t look too concerned but he had that same small hint of worry in his voice.

“Mhm yeah im fine.” I Said with a Small smile.

You had lied. Your hand was hurting like a bitch. The anomaly had stomped on it while fighting. You only lied to Miguel so he didn’t have to worry. Your lie seemed to work though.

Skip few days

These past days Miguel has noticed you had been laying off one of your hands and questioned you one night about it.

“Kid remember that time on the mission when you told me you weren’t hurt?” Miguel asked with a neutral expression.

“Yeah..why?” You said trying to act normal.

Miguel sighed and looked at you for a few seconds. “Don’t try to act like your normal. I’m not that stupid. Show me your injured hand.” Miguel’s tone had shifted back to being stern.

You still tried to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

He sighed out of annoyance and called out for Lyla telling her to scan you. She did find something. Your hurt hand.

Miguel was more annoyed then anything at this point. He had known you were lying to him this whole time. “So your telling me you’ve kept this injury hidden for a few days and didn’t tell me?” Miguel asked you while looking annoyed.

You nervously smiled not knowing what to say, “Surprise?”

He had a pissed off look on his face as he looked down at you, “Your not funny.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an injured hand when we got back to headquarters. I could’ve done something about it.” Miguel said with a stern tone.

“I didn’t want to you worry that’s why I didn’t say anything about it.” I said scratching my head looking down

Miguel looked at you for a few seconds. You could tell he was trying not to lash out. He sighed a bit and then spoke. “The next time you have an injury like this tell me please. This injury could’ve gotten a lot worse if you kept quite and let it fester for long periods of time.” Miguel spoke with a gentle tone even though he was pissed.

Miguel looked down at you once more. He could see that you had learned from this mistake. “I get it you didn’t want me to worry. Just don’t make that mistake again.” Miguel said looking a little less annoyed about this.

“Sorry Miguel” I Said in a low tone

“Its alright kid but next time just tell me. I want to make sure your always safe alright.” Miguel spoke with his eyes looking slightly softer and less stern.

[tones-warriors-corner]

What if I made myself cry harder by making a fic about the absolute trainwreck of events that happened in my Clangen playthrough, what then?

Figured it may be good practice to help me write WC stuff so, srry if it's a bit messy.

(Note: Medicine Cats in this fic are called "Menders" because that's how I call my Medicine Cats in my own Fan-Clans! Saying this just to avoid any confusion.)

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When the patrol first found the loner, he was in pretty bad shape; his cream spotted coat was messy with dirt and blood, muted green eyes tired like he hasn't slept in days but still alert for any sudden dangers.

Of course, their first instinct was to help him. They allowed him to stay in camp and be treated by the Menders until he recovered fully, the loner begrudgingly agreed.

When the tom said his name was Snapdragon, the cats were speechless.

Snapdragon? On SnapdragonClan territory? Surely, this must be StarClan's will!

They all gave the tom a warm welcome to the clan, the attention from the clan cats seemed to overwhelm him at first, but after some time he gets used to it— basking on it, even.

Maybe that's what caused him to want to stay in SnapdragonClan after he recovered, which the clan celebrated.

But one cat in particular seemed to be drawn to him more than the others.

Six Grains of Gravel—or Six for short; they know it can be a mouthful at times, but doesn't have the heart to change it as its the one thing they remember about their birth mother—Was curious about Snapdragon, everyone talked about him like he was important and it caused the young warrior to want to know him better.

They both bonded over being former loners, like many others in SnapdragonClan and how welcoming they're to cats like both of them. Six did most of the talking, but the gray jack noted how the other was a good listener, some may call him the 'gloomy' type but for Six, he was cool and mysterious.

Over the next few moons they got to know eachother better, Six and Snapdragon were paired often in patrols and they always complimented his hunting prowess.

He seemed to like that a bit too much, but Six didn't think too hard about it at the time.

Then one night, during a mightnight patrol around the borders of the territory, he starts saying all this things about them he hasn't said before; how pretty their coat was and fabulous hunter they were, how their silver eyes shine like stars— it made their face heat up under their fur at such kind words.

They got lost on those sage eyes of his, reflecting the moonlight handsomely.

All is a blur after that.

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Six Grains of Gravel was pregnant.

Of course, the first cat to be told about it was Snapdragon himself— it made sense as the father of the kits, after all!

They confused his fearful, shocked expression as a good reaction when they talked about telling their friends about it.

He couldn't stop them even if he wanted to, all he asked for was to not mention he was the father, 'at least until they are born, of course!' He told them, watching from afar as Six announced their kits to the entirety of the clan.

What Six didn't know at the time was that, in Snapdragon's mind, he thought everything was getting out of paw real fast; all he wanted was to live a comfortable life and be showered in praise... Not this!

He needed to leave.

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Six had moved into the nursery by Weston's demand, as they were starting to get a bit bigger and visibly slowing down. Not matter how much Six insisted they were fine, the Mender would not falter— He has taken an initiative role after the last Head Mender passed away recently and he was doing a great job so far, so they couldn't help but to comply to his demand.

Being the only resident inside the nursery felt daunting, but Darktooth checks on them pretty much everyday to make sure they're comfortable, the newly made Mender was nice company along with the occasional apprentice or warrior that came along to give them a piece of prey.

All was going great, Six was still anxious about having a family, but it was also exciting! Maybe they can even ask Snapdragon if he wanted to be mates-

Then one day, their world came crashing down.

It started when they noticed a patrol practically sprinting into camp; Curly and Rustleram, they set out this morning to hunt as usual but, Six noticed how a certain cat they got paired with wasn't with them. Conveniently, Houndstar was in the middle of camp talking with some of the senior warriors, noticing the disheveled patrol coming in.

"What happened?" She asked, before she too noticed the absence of the third member of the patrol, "Where's Snapdragon?"

"Twolegs, they took him away!" Rustleram spoke out, she looked on the verge of passing out. Many cats gathered around due to the commotion.

"What?!" Houndstar turns to her deputy in an instant, "Brakenroar, set up a searching party, check every nook and cranny of the Twoleg place a-"

"You don't understand!" Curly exhaled quickly, still catching her breath, "He... He willingly ran up to them, he- he didn't even put on a fight when they grabbed him and carried him inside their monster!"

The camp went quiet.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Brakenroar asks carefully, hoping to have misheard her.

Rustleram takes over so her mate can catch a break from talking, "He was babbling about having to much responsibilities before that, at first we didn't think any of it but... It's like he wanted to get caught..."

Six tuned down the rest of arguments the clan was sputtering out in that moment.

They should've known something was wrong when Snapdragon started avoiding them. They should've noticed how odd it was he hasn't visited them in the nursery to check on them.

They should've question why he wanted to hide the fact they were carrying his kits in the first place!

...

They hope for a small litter.

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Inkythistle was worried.

Six just had their litter, just a singular healthy kit, Darktooth explained... But as soon as they did, they wanted to be left alone. They even hissed at their own leader to get out of the nursery when he wanted to congratulate them.

Weston correlates it to a hormone change after birth, but Inkythistle couldn't help but feel there was more to it. The entire clan already had a suspicion as to why Six seemed to shut everyone down (if the comments Weston made were anything to go by), but she wanted to find out for herself.

The red and black tabby she-cat enters the nursery with confidence and Six immediately hisses at the intruder, but calms down once they notice it's just her, laying down on the soft moss bedding— The two have become good friends ever since Six first joined SnapdragonClan, they were close in age so Houndstar assigned them to hunts together to teach Six the basics, everything else came naturally.

She stared down at the small ball of brown fur with familiar spotted patterns, noticing how the kit was practically tumbling down the moss nest, she carefully places him up to Six's belly to suckle.

Six didn't even react.

The air was awkward, so Inkythistle tried to start a conversation, "Have you named him yet?"

"No." Six said bluntly, so unlike themselves— Their voice carried anger without even sounding angry and that scared her.

Inkythistle goes to lay next to her, neatly placing her paws down herself, "what's on your mind?"

Silence.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?" She says sweetly, like honey dripping from a beehive.

"I'm- I just... I don't know what I did wrong!" They snapped suddenly in a tone that sounded just a bit inappropriately loud, "Sooner or later the whole clan will find out who the father is, what if they blame me for making Snapdragon run away!?"

"I guarantee you no one here will blame you for that."

"B-but everyone says he was meant to be important or something like that-"

"He wasn't the cat we thought he was— If he really was destined for greatness and blessed by StarClan... He wouldn't had run off at the prospect of being a father." She places a paw gently to their chin to lift their head up, "You deserve better."

Six didn't see so convinced, "But I can't do this alone..." They whine.

"I've been living in SnapdragonClan since it was founded by Houndstar, I was merely a kit at the time, and if there's one thing this clan values most... Is family." Her big, beautiful bronze eyes shine brilliantly, even in the darkest of the den, "I mean it when I say no one will hold it against you or think different of you for something that was out of your control."

"You think so...?"

"I know so." Inkythistle smiles at them, that confident smile that meant everything was gonna be alright, "So, make sure this kit grows up with at least one of his parents still around— I can help too if you want, I have experience raising my own little ones!"

On cue, the tiny newborn kitten meows, their silver eyes gazing at his helpless form.

...They regretted pushing their kit away at all, sobbing as they nuzzle him close. They thought they were all alone on this and didn't realize they don't need a deadbeat tom how clearly didn't care about them as an individual, when they have cats who actually love and care for them right here.

"Now... have you thought of a name yet?" Inkythistle asked once more, "He can't be 'Unnamedkit' forever."

Six stared at their kit and gave a tiny smile, "Sorrelkit."

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As a lil bonus; here's the sprites of Six and Sorrelkit! kitties :)

+An Inkythistle because I love her very much after writing this;

[trashmouthjr]

IVE LANDED MYSELF SOMEWHERE KINDA NOT GOOD!

A month or so ago i had to up and quit my job very short notice for health/safety concerns, this sudden jump and change in income left a huge gap in my financials and i was not prepared to leave a job i had spent two and a half years at but didnt have much of a choice.

we're a single income household (me, my partner and our kitties) so its nearly impossible to get out of a financial bind once ive found myself in one, nevermind the fact that its super difficult even without falling behind on bills.

I still work full-time, my weekly average is about 46-50h and i only really get one day off a week and i use that day to take care of myself and my household's emotional/physical well-being.

So right now my only other option is taking commissions and selling adopts/ocs on my toyhouse, which is not a place i thought i would find myself in.

If you could please share this around and click the read-more for more information on my pricing, answers to questions you probably have, and skillsets please do, we would greatly appreciate the help <333

POSSIBLE ANSWERS TO POSSIBLE QUESTIONS:

Why not apply for assistance/grants/etc? i did! unfortunately it takes a long time to get a response, and right now we have exactly 45usd to our names (43usd after i take the bus home from work tonight)

What will the money be used for? Great question, i'll tell you! Food, bill catchup and household necessities as we're running on the bare basics right now, im also willing to provide receipts/my personal ledger if youre worried about where its going!

Where can i see examples/ask questions/inquire? My DMs are open on ALL social medias and up-to-date examples are available as public posts or by request, but the easiest way to catch my attention is through discord or email because im kinda old-fashioned and i check those the most :)

What do you need from a commissioner? PROPER REFERENCES, pinterest boards are helpful but ultimately give me very little to work with so please come ready with a clear idea of what youre looking for (outfits, potential pose/scene ideas, examples, background refs, etc) so i can get it right on the first go!

What forms of payment are acceptable? I have Cashapp, Paypal, Chime and my partner has Venmo (and Zelle i think but i'd have to check on that), all payments are up-front and fully refundable IN THE EVENT IM unable to complete your order, so please dont commission me if you know you'll need the money in the future.

How long will it take for you to complete my commission? Great question! depending on the detail and work that needs to be done it can be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks, but i typically give an up-front deadline, currently im working on setting up a google-doc where you can check back daily to see where im at on your order!

WILL DO'S

complicated mech/fantasy mech (no cars srry)

gore/horror

nsfw (case-to-case basis and depends on my comfort level, YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST BE 18+)

ocs

fanart

yume/selfship

pretty much anything within reason!

non-human (furries, anthro, etc)

despite the fact i have no examples of backgrounds i am fully capable of drawing them!

WONT DO'S

no C$EM, absolutely nothing depicting children as anything BUT children.

anything for commercial use, as it costs extra and my skillset isnt there yet

anything is up for discussion WITHIN REASON, just please dont be weird :'*

PRICING EXAMPLES: disclaimer: all prices are negotiable, i dont have space to be too picky at this current moment and i desperately need the help

Sketch Tier (only busts/fulls) Bust - 10.00USD (+5 additional character) Full - 15.00USD (+5 additional character)

e.g,: top image worth 20.00USD, middle image worth 25.00USD, bottom image worth 30.00USD

+5.00USD colored + shaded

comes with: high-res PDF of original sketch + rights to clean/color with credit (if you did not upgrade to have color), a fun speedpaint uploaded for you to look at, my love and appreciation (optional)

Full Tier (full color, texturing, etc,.)

PFP/Icon - 15.00USD (+5.00USD for couples/sets) Bust - 15.00USD (+10.00USD additional character) Full - 20.00USD (+10.00USD additional character)

e,g,: top image worth 30.00USD, bottom image worth roughly 35.00USD (see "beanies" section)

comes with: high-res png/jpeg, separate images of sketch + lines, a fun little speedpaint uploaded, and (optional) a beanie!

FOR AN ADDITIONAL AMOUNT i can have your final printed and shipped with some extra goodies, physical prints will come in a protective slip and additional backup prints :)

Beanie Tier (full, usually colored, a.k.a. "chibi")

Beanie - 10.00USD (+5.00USD additional character)

comes with: transparent png/jpeg file, opaque png, formatted sizing for whatever you might need it for, its cute!

Any other updates will be added to my carrd and linked on my tumblr profile, alternatively i update my toyhouse a lot more often so please check there!

[nastynellis]

lol srry rambling about sam/seb and seb/kent

ok so ive been obsessed with the fic im writing. i love love love sambastian but recently have been into kent a lot... its just a perfect scandal type story that writes itself omg. i do want to make myself clear tho it is NOT an incest fic. ive seen a few sam/kent (D:<) fics and though they both are romantically involved with sebastian in my story, thats it. there will not be any form of incest related shit!!

anyways.. im writing as i go lol, not sure what i got planned, but the overall storyline is sebastian and sam are regular friends, though seb is totally into sam but wouldnt dare act upon his feelings in fear of rejection and ruining the friendship.

kent has been back home from deployment for about half a year and has been struggling with a bunch of problems. alcoholism, ptsd, along with other issues. he distances himself from everyone, especially his family, and is just lowkey spiraling.

with sebastian constantly being around sam, being at his house majority of the time, kent naturally was always there in the background. he never really had an opinion on kent, he respected him and was a bit intimidated by him, but nevertheless they didn't really have any type of relationship outside of their formal one. kent felt the same way, not really much of an opinion on seb, just some goth kid who hung around his son. he wasn't bad news per se, even noticed he was a positive influence on his son in certain ways, so he was fine with him and welcomed him into his home.

neither of them ever expected in a million years that something would blossom between them. though not romantic per se, more so sexual, it was definitely a dirty little secret that could never be discovered by anyone. how did it even begin? kent was wasted one night, sebastian got caught up in taking care of him, and one thing unfortunately led to another.

instead of being a one-time mistake, it continued to happen. with all of kents demons, it caused him to act out in more ways than one, and sebastian was part of that. for sebastian on the other hand, his reasoning behind the affair was a bit different, though one may even consider it sicker.

he would imagine kent was sam. he felt that was the closest he would ever get to samuel, and though it was in an immoral, twisted way, his overpowering desire for him was too controlling, so once the morbid opportunity came about, his perverted love and infatuation took ahold.

eventually seb finds out that sam has reciprocating feelings and of course drops everything to be something with him. though it wouldn't be that easy, given the dirty past.

idk its just so wrong and juicy i cant stop writing LOL if ur interested in reading and staying along for the ride go check it out?!

[celestie0]

hiiii ellieeee sometimes i wonder if other fic writers also get hella anon msgs harassing for updates or if it’s just u lol bc i feel like most writers all have the same or v similar rules ab asking for updates. anyways ive lit reread kickoff 4 times at this point since i started following u (i think almost 1.5yrs now if not a little more) u changed my life girly and i hate to say it but i feel like you’ve raised my standards for fics that i read now, i just feel like u give ur characters so much depth (nobody seems like a fully bad or good character which i love makes them a lot more real) and i love how u don’t infantilize gojo (pet peeve of mine ngl) anywayssss all that to say tysm for ur work!! loving ihm and kickoff and atc and all of ur other in between works as well, ur literally 1 of 3 writers that i ever check up on hehe ty ily for being so #real :3 also if u don’t mind me asking

1) what’s ur ethnicity (idk if you’ve ever said before srry if u have but u answered one of my old old asks ab seaside bakery lol so i was just curious)

2) when did u stop reading fics? ik u said writing kinda killed that hobby for u but when was that ykwim

hi love! mm i have seen other authors get asks for updates and asks for when they'll next update, but actually i dont know of any other authors that have similar rules as me lol. but that's just what i've seen in my own author circle, since i've seen mutuals react positively to asks that i personally would've found disagreeable haha. i think all authors will have their own rules. there are some things other authors dislike that i'm like eh idc, type of thing. it just depends, but like if you're reading an authors works, you're on their turf, so you gotta respect their wishes.

aww thanks my loveee i'm so glad you feel the nuance of the characters too! that's always so important to me as an author when i'm building their traits n flaws. and yes i agree i cannot w infantalized gojo sdfkhsdkf... my fave version of gojo is the broody locked in sometimes goofy gojo from jjk0 so i really try to channel that version of gojo specifically when i write haha

i don't share many personal details online so i won't be answering your first question, but as for when i stopped reading fics, i think it was around the time kickoff started to take off in popularity and i was really struggling writing it (around ch9). i had to really "meditate" a lot on the story and kinda immerse myself into it so that i could push forward with writing for it, and reading other works kinda took me out of the mental state i needed in order to write. it kinda became an "all or nothing" thing for me where i had to solely focus on the universe i was crafting. this doesn't just apply to other ppl's fics tho lol, part of the reason i haven't written for kickoff in 8 months is because i was so hyperfixated on ihm. so yeah i think i just get tunnel vision creatively and so it makes it really hard to read other works. i find that published works are a bit easier sometimes, esp if the writing style or perspectives is very different from what i'm used to seeing in fanfiction, but i also just don't have much time to read and also write so i have to make a choice sometimes haha

hope this answers! much love bb <3

[saintseiya-thoughts]

ALRIGHT SO !!

Shiryu as Hadès and How His Character Could Have Had More Screentime (this is going to be long and like...not even half of what I have to say sorry)

First of all : Shun is actually a good character for Hades, the whole kind guy turning into World's End Maker was a good plot twist BUT character wise he was already pretty central and full fleshed, Shiryu otherwise....erm (I rlly love Shiryu but he gets so bad/forgattable after Sanctuary...sick) + don't forget those are the main plotlines !!! I have a whole developpement in my head but you don't want to read a whole novel so please bear with me

I feel like he was tossed a bit of the side after the first arcs and it genuinely makes me sad, his character is a bit alike to Shun's on some points but except losing his sight every five episode well...he's not as well developped as Shun lmaoo 😭 that's why I believe it could have been interesting, even without the whole developpement points who are hard to add in a show like this, his character could have been a little more than what he is...Shun has a pretty shiny role, Seiya is the mc, Hyoga has a familial story or something like this every arc, and Ikki also has meaningful parts in fights/story, while I feel like Shiryu was often here because well he had to, but doesn't have a role that big (minus maybe in Asgard, but here he was a bit of an ass with fenrir for no reason so um 😭)

Anyway so ! First of all, Shiryu is the only one without a known family member (Seiya -> Seika, Shun -> Ikki, Hyoga -> his mom), no real backstory, nothing (thanks Ohko for trying at least, genuinely it made Shiryu's character rlly much cooler) so I decided to change it to give him at least something ! Also the necklace trope is also included but I won't extend myself on it, you guys know how it works

Changed his whole non existent backstory in the AU, basically, instead of being an orphan with the other kids, he would have been taken home by Dohko, who would have protected him from Pandora and Hades when his parents died from their attack (I always saw Shiryu as Chinese, I scrapped the whole brothers trope bc I don't like it + it's manga only) Dohko is a powerful Saint and could have done that.

I feel like he'd know Shiryu was like...different, his job is looking at the reincarnation of the Specters so yeah, he felt it. But killing a child, right after Athena was taken away and almost killed ? Yeah...no...he'd feel too bad, and would take Shiryu with him instead, keeping it to himself in hopes a good teaching and keeping an eye on him could prevent anything bad from happening (almost worked ig, oops)

It could make an interesting plot point with Shiryu and Dohko's dynamic, because as much as Shiryu likes him as a parental figure and master, he knows he's keeping secrets from him, and would feel some resent when learning about the truth y'know ??

After that it doesn't change much from the plot, except when it comes to dynamic within the Bronze group : Shiryu is sent to check what the hell is going on with the Galaxians Wars (a bit like Hyoga did in the manga), Ikki makes a whole ass mess, etc etc. Also it'd "explain" how Shiryu was so eager to end Ikki's life : he doesn't know him like the others do. For him he's just a threat to put an end to, which would be interesting dynamic wise too...Seiya would try to integrate him to the group, Shun, while understanding his view, would feel some kind of discomfort BEFORE trying to learn to know him better (I love their friendship srry), and I feel like he'd connect with Hyoga with the whole "My dad is a Gold Saint and while I love him well sometimes he tends to be a bit weird with me" and with Ikki I have a whole another plotline but I can't sum up that. This post is already long enough. Anyway the dynamics would have been changed and I think it's interesting to learn to know characters through someone who doesn't know them as much as they do know each other ?? Honestly most of the developpement is made in my head here are just the big lines

ANYWAY, back on track, nothing changes that much from the og anime before Hades (or it does change in my head because Shiryu was badly written in those ‼️or not written at all idk) and...yeah 😭 whole big mess...Dohko has to explain to Shiryu how and why he kept like...HUGE stuff from him all his life in order to protect him, also to Shion because "why the fuck didn't you say anything" (he cares for the kid and was afraid Sanctuary would take him from him), also I don't really remember how the whole Pandora plot point was made in the thread I made with the person on discord (sorry it was in march but I remember Pandora has a different plotline than in the og anime) but starting here it's just, yeah kinda the same I guess !! Except for the Ikki part/dynamic with Shiryu, but ONCE AGAIN it's a part of my Shiryu/Ikki plotpoint and it'd be too long (before some ask, YES, Ikki stops himself from killing him, because YES, Ikki cares about his friend group), also if it sounds silly sorry, but he sometimes (in the og anime) had a bit of extreme reactions, was willing to go pretty far to protect the people he cares about (Fenrir, Ikki...) and it could be a bit of a hint to his soul sometimes awakening to his Hadès self... He's not like, cruel or really mean, there's just sometimes something off about him, he sometimes "shifts" slightly and ppl can't really pinpoint what it is (not sure about this one does it make sense ???? Idk)

The most important parts of this AU are basically the developpement of his character through that "newcomer" lenses, learning to trust the others, and overall develop a more meaningful dynamic with them and giving him a bigger role !! I know it sounds a bit "Saint Seiya, everything is the same minus Shiryu is Hades" but there's more to that I swear, it's just hard to explain like this without making huge walls about dynamics

(Can you tell I'm shitting myself. Please don't be rude rlly, if you don't like the idea just ignore !!)